#so consider this me shouting into the void lmao
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As Iâm seeing a lot of people returning to Tumblr (like I had about 8 months ago or something), I thought Iâd put some of my thoughts down on how Tumblr differentiates culture-wise in comparison to Twitter. This isnât going to be a âHow-toâ in order to functionally use the space. This isnât another warning post about how to not be considered a bot by other users. This is simply going to be what one can and will expect to see while using this website, however temporary, while Twitter is Twitter-ing. Tumblr interactions are different than Twitter interactions. Twitter is like snappy and quick. It moves along, people just say whatever comes to their head and then move onto the next post. Tumblr is a long-form media. People donât necessarily comment unless prompted? Donât expect people to react beyond a like and reblog unless they have something that adds substance (most times) to the conversation. Thatâs just the nature of the beast. If youâre moving from Twitter to Tumblr and you expect it to be a seamless transition to the same amount of interaction that you received on the other platform, you wonât get it. Not unless you put in work. People are more hesitant to interact. They want a deeper relationship than a quick quip. They want people to show they care to a degree. Iâm not saying parasocial relationships as friends or something but any amount of proper investment in the otherâs thoughts / feelings is generally a thing Iâve seen between users who do interact. BNFs are less common here. Sure there are art blogs that are generally well-followed and so on, but donât expect your hot take to blast off into the stratosphere. People here donât really like drama. They just like their special interest at the moment, want to talk to like-minded people, and move on. There is no algorithm! Honestly, I love that. It removes that pressure to get likes and reblogs for me. I just shout into the void and if someone responds, great! Posts get traction primarily through followers and tagging. If someone follows a tag, itâll appear for them in order among the other tags, thatâs just how it be. Everyone is on an equal playing ground. No one gets priority because an algorithm decided that they have âbetter contentâ than others. Want to make friends? [fucking hell I pushed enter too early lmao] Be friendly. Interact. Have fun. Thatâs what weâre all here for. I might have more to say but Iâll just reblog and add later but I thought it was important to share this stuff because I see a few misconceptions about the culture and wanted to help others adjust <3 Source? I guess? I was here a lot too much from 2010 to 2013
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i say this every now and then iâm aware itâs so cheesy but i am nothing if not a person with big feelings so lmaoÂ
iâm just ;~; idk Iâve had a lot of Feelings lately about the ILY fandom and where I sit in it - or rather, a lot of feelings with realizing that my words reach so many more people than i ever really sat and thought about it and idk it just makes me feel so? happy? so humbled? to realize? there are so many things about fandoms that i donât enjoy - but i canât deny that iâm always ALWAYS drawn to that sense of community, to the collaborative effort of loving and enjoying a piece of media so much that you dedicate so much time and energy to it. i found the reddit because i found a post on tumblr and realized there were theories and realized there were people discussing this webtoon on a much deeper level and i just dived in and i got HOOKED. i love to play off peoplesâ thoughts, i love when i think one thing but someone makes me consider something else and iâm like oh my god my mind has been blown. i love when people take my thoughts and build off them, add details i didnât consider. to me that is the whole point and joy of fandoms - what you do TOGETHER.Â
iâve talked to my non-ILY friends about this before because i still struggle to figure out how to say what i feel without feeling arrogant lmao like. i guess on some level i realize there are so many! people! who know about my tumblr or reddit account lol and itâs like dAMN and the monkier i kept with is TRASHLIE? lmaoooooooo like, i started bouncing my thoughts off people and replying to posts and then projecting my own posts into the stratosphere because i get so excited about ILY and it feels so GOOD when people are like âomg i look forward to your postsâ itâs that feeling of belonging and being like, i am not an annoying person!Â
i didnât even know if people would read my long-winded thoughts and now people DM me, lil anon has their own identifier, people comment on posts, we reblog each otherâs thoughts and ideas and listen, belonging feels so good. so basically this is yet another sappy, cheesy thank you so much for receiving me so well, thank you so much for ensuring my shouts into the void didnât go unheard but most importantly thank you for interacting and making this community feel fun in the face of other dumb things that happen in fandoms. <3 thank you to people who literally visit my blog every time an update drops thank you to everyone who is too shy to interact but follows regardless.Â
my friends reassure me that passion draws people in and i think itâs something iâm finally internalizing, PROPERLYÂ
it means a lot to know that you guys care about my words, so thank you thank you for being around and supporting!Â
#ashlie.txt#listen my period is like a week out and i am EMOTIONAL#if you saw me crying writing this post no you didn't (you did)#today was just such a good day and i am now full of so many feelingssssssss#i am nothing if not a pot of feelings boiling over at all times!
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Is it 5am? Yes.
Have I just woken up in a cold sweat having realised that I have less than 3 weeks until I get my A-level grades? The ones that decide whether I get into uni? The ones that are being decided by my teachers and the exam board because my final exams were cancelled? The ones that I worked my ass off for but might not pay off because I wonât get to properly show my potential and have had multiple problems throughout my courses which may now impact my grade? Maybe.
Have I spent the past two years placing a large amount of my self-worth on these grades? Perhaps.
Am I freaking out?
A little.
#feel free to ignore this lol#i usually feel awkward about talking about my personal life#bc i feel like nobody cares and i'm just clogging up the timeline#but i don't wanna say it to people in my real life#so consider this me shouting into the void lmao#literally just looked at the date and was like what#it's fine it's fine it's fine#it's really fine#i am actually fine haha the anxiety has just kicked in lmao#i've just really struggled through these last two years and i wanted to make my teachers proud#and i have so much to do but i also have so many fics i want to read#i feel like i get so much support from my mutuals and followers and donât give enough back#it's not that i feel like i HAVE to bc i WANT to but what i do just doesn't feel like enough#and NOW i'm worrying that my grades won't be enough#i'm just in a constant state of uneasiness and guilt that i'm disappointing people#GOD i think i'm just overwhelmed but i shouldn't be like there's no real reason for me to be AH#again this is just me getting this all this out of my head so i can go back to sleep lol#so dont worry im all good!#IT'S FINE EVERYTHING IS FINE#to delete
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solomon deserves a husband so i'm giving him one (it's you)
note from kin: i donât know HOW iâve managed to get this out so soon after my last piece but i do know that it is a miracle (now watch me disappear for like a month lmao)
anyway thereâs a severe lack of content for the boys in this fandom and therefore i am here to try to mitigate that!!
(as a heads up, this is sort of an au version of obey meâs story?? thereâs no exchange program, and the general human world doesnât know about the devildom or celestial realm, apart from sorcerers and similar special cases. solomon and simeon both still visit the devildom, though - solomon because he has a sort of job at the r.a.d., and simeon as an ambassador sort of thing for the celestial realm. the r.a.d.âs also less of a school and more of an organisation?? i havenât really fleshed it out haha)
fandom: obey me!
character(s): male! reader, solomon, mammon (briefly), simeon (briefly)
pairing(s): solomon/reader
warning(s): blasphemy??? solomon disses god really briefly and thatâs about it
genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!
As a general rule of thumb, Solomon doesnât believe in destiny.
Heâs lived long enough to know that, no matter what he does, the universe does not care about him, much less have some sort of plan for his future. The course that the world takes isnât affected by some grand puppet master pulling the strings; one has to force the so-called path of fate in the direction they want it to take if they want something. Solomon knows this better than anyone.
Itâs as much a downfall as it is a strength - as much as power as heâs amassed over the countless years, his constant need to challenge the universeâs power has lead him down a path far from humanity. There had been a time when he was like every other human on the Earth, when he was still young, full of hope and determination and promise, believing earnestly in some God high in the sky who would guide him through his life.
He shudders to think what sort of insufferable fool heâd been back then. An almighty God? Donât make him laugh. The ruler of the Celestial Realm is incompetent at best, and a downright childish brat at worst. He doesnât know how the angels put up with him - though he supposes his realm-smiting power is part of it. Why the universe chose to place such power on such a beingâs shoulders will always be beyond him.
Long as it has been since he had been so naive, Solomon has learnt his lesson, to say the least. Heâs seen people come and go, witnessed kings and queens reign and fall, watched on as friends and family live and die. Itâs a truth that heâs been forced to learn across the years of his long, long life, a curse that he brought upon himself the moment he gave up the purity of his soul in pursuit of magical arts.Â
He supposes heâs always had an insatiable thirst for the unknown - to play all his cards out front, to tempt fateâs hand, to jump into the void and hope to find ground beneath his feet when he lands. Itâs that sort of reckless abandon and hunt for knowledge that has led him so far down this path, through so many years, across so many sleepless nights. The world continues to swirl around him, always changing, but Solomon refuses to be swept away. Because, even in the tumultuous movement of the universe, there has always been one constant that keeps him anchored - you.
The night he'd first met you isnât as clear in his mind as he would have liked. He wants to be able to remember everything - the way the soft blue light of the will-oâ-whisps had lit up your eyes in the dark of the night, the way that your hand had felt in his as you greeted him with a handshake, the way that you had said his name for the first time - in sharp detail, but Solomon knows better than to hope to recall something so long ago so perfectly.
Heâd still been relatively new to a sorcererâs life at the time - excited and determined and a little too full of himself. You⌠well, he doesnât remember exactly, but he does remember thinking that you must be the most handsome being to exist. The you of today would probably shake your head and dismiss the past you as an obnoxious high hoper, but Solomon has loved you for so many years that heâs never been able to think of you as anything less than perfect.
There are times when he wondered how he managed to stumble upon such luck. It wouldnât be an exaggeration to say that Solomon has has had truly insufferable periods over the years heâs known you, and heâs always considered it a miracle that you still chose to stay. Even through all the restless nights and the exhausting trips, even after all of the clashes and vexation, you have refused to give up on him.
He had asked you once, in the aftermath of an argument spurred by his inability to confide in you and your own frustration with his refusal to communicate. He remembers that night so vividly that it might well have happened just yesterday - the frustrated shouts, the shattering of glass, the warmth of your arms around his shoulders as he finally collapsed on himself. He doesnât know what your face had looked like as he stuttered the question out in stuttering breaths, head buried in your shoulder in an effort to conceal his tears, but he imagines that it had been soft.
âIâm not going to leave you to yourself,â You had told him matter-of-factly, stroking his hair with such fondness  that it still sometimes brings a tear to his eye when he remembers it on particularly long nights. âAnd Iâm not giving up on you, either - not now, not ever.â
Solomon had been unable to speak, too choked up by his feelings and the sudden, overwhelming love spreading through his entire body to reply. Heâd only sunk deeper into your embrace, wishing that the moment could last forever.
I wonder if he still remembers that�
â...lomon! Anyone home?!â
He jolts up from the table heâs sitting at so abruptly that he nearly knocks his head right into Mammonâs chin. The Avater of Greed, however, reacts quickly, and hops back before Solomon can break his jawbone.
âJeez, youâre off on a different planet today,â He comments, setting his hands on his hips as Solomon shoots him the sort of look that tells him that heâs not particularly enthused about his presence at the moment. âWhatâs up with ya?â
Solomon isnât quite sure how to answer. Sorry, I got distracted thinking about how perfect and lovely my husband is and how Iâm the luckiest man in the entire world - nay, the universe - to have him. He nearly physically shudders at the thought of how much teasing heâd receive if he answered like that.
Instead, he chooses a much safer and still technically true option. âJust thinking about going home today.â
Mammon nods in understanding, pulling up a seat next to him and throwing himself down into it without much grace. âI feel ya. Sâ been a long day.â
âYou��ve barely done anything today,â Solomon quips flatly, not particularly impressed by the demonâs attempt at⌠empathy? Relatability? Either way, it isnât working. âI doubt itâs been that hard.â
âNow, now, Solomon, letâs not be rude,â interjects a soft voice from behind them. Simeon is still dressed in his fancy envoy cloak - the one so long and heavy that it trails along behind him like a bridal train, decorated with a number of elaborate golden charms that jingle as he moves.
Solomon attempts to shoot him a slightly annoyed look, but itâs kind of hard to stay irritated by one of the literal embodiments of holiness and light, even if he wakes you up at very unholy hours of the morning to help him figure out how to answer an email. Solomon isnât ungrateful for the new age of technology descending on humanity, but heâd like it a lot better if it hadnât somehow reached the angels as well. The amount of times heâs had to tell Simeon that he needs to actually turn his D.D.D. on before he starts calling someone is⌠embarrassing, to say the least.
âYouâre back in the Devildom, I see,â He observes as the angel pulls up a seat and sits beside him. âDid Michael send you down again?â
Simeon nods with a smile. âThere were some arrangements that needed to be made with Lord Diavolo. Naturally, I volunteered.â
âNaturally,â Solomon echoes, raising a brow at his friend. âI donât suppose your biases had anything to do with your decision?â
âWell, they may have had some effect,â Simeon answers with a shameless smile and shrug, beginning to undo the tassels of his heavy cloak and draping it on the back of chair heâs sitting on. Heâs still wearing all of his regular clothes underneath it - including the other, much smaller cloak. Solomon wonders how he hasnât somehow melted in the heat.
âWhenâre you gonna start heading home, anyway?â Mammon asks, beginning to pick at a loose thread on his jacket sleeve. âItâs gettinâ late.â
Solomon blinks and looks up at the clock. â...ah, youâre right. In that case, I'll get going now.â
Mammon shoots him an odd look as he pushes himself up from the table and reaches for his bag, managing to hoist it onto his shoulder with some effort. Heâs never been particularly good at heavy lifting - youâre usually the one helping him carry everything around the house.
âOi, oi, whatâs the rush?â the demon asks as Solomon adjusts the weight of his bag and starts heading for the door. âYou on a timer or something?â
âI promised [Name] Iâd be home earlier tonight,â is Solomonâs slightly absent-minded reply as he fiddles about in his pocket to find his transportation charm, nearly losing his balance and dropping his bag in the process. âIâll see you both tomorrow.â
Mammon watches him in clear confusion for a moment as he pats down his pockets, mumbling a quiet curse under his breath as he realises that heâs left his charm at home again. How many times this month does that make it now...? He supposes that he could always perform a teleportation spell, but knowing his luck with those, heâll probably end up somewhere in Morocco again.
âOi, Simeon,â Mammon hisses to the angel, who cocks his head slightly to the side and leans over so as to hear him more clearly. âWhoâs this â[Name]â Solomonâs talkinâ about?â
âYou donât know?â Simeon blinks at him in blatant perplexion - as if he canât even fathom the idea that Mammon might not know who Solomonâs talking about. âHeâs talking about his husband.â
Thereâs a long moment of silence. Thenâ
âSolomon has a HUSBAND!?â Mammon practically shrieks, completely flabbergasted. âI thought he was totally, like, the forever alone type!â
âDonât tell me youâve never noticed?â is Simeonâs bewildered response. âWho do you think Solomon is always talking about buying groceries for?â
âI thought he was just buyinâ them for himself!â Mammon fires back, looking far more ruffled and shocked than he probably should be. He whips around to look at Solomon, whoâs flicking through the little packet of blank charms he keeps on him at all times in an effort to find the right one to create a temporary transportation charm. Heâs had to do it so many times this month that heâs already beginning to run out. âYouâre married?!â
âOf course,â Solomon answers vaguely, briefly raising his left hand, allowing Mammon to spot the soft glint of a ring around his fourth finger. âYouâre not?â
âWhâ âcourse Iâm not!â Mammon exclaims, positively scandalised by the very concept. âWhy would I get married, huh?! Itâs a waste of time and a waste of money!â
âThink whatever you like,â Solomon dismisses him easily, which only seems to irritate Mammon further.
Finally having found the right blank charm, he plucks it out and begins carefully tracing patterns onto it with a single glowing finger. Heâs dimly aware of Mammon furiously whispering to Simeon in the background, with the angel responding in kind, most likely sharing some exaggerated story from back when the three of you had worked together - when Solomon had accepted a job from the Celestial Realm. The details of the whole thing are a little fuzzy to him now, long as it has been, but heâs almost completely sure that Simeon somehow still remembers the whole thing flawlessly.
âHow old even is he?!â He hears Mammon hiss.
âIâm not so sure myself,â Simeon replies, placing his chin in a thoughtful hand. âLetâs see⌠their two millennial anniversaryâs coming up in about two years, and I remember Solomon saying that they got married when he was around two hundred or so⌠which means heâs about twenty-one hundred years old.â
âHoly shit,â Mammon mutters in disbelief, turning glance at the sorcerer as he starts folding down the corners of his charm into the right shape. âHumans arenât supposed to live that long. Howâs his husband still alive, then?â
âThat isnât really a question for me to answer,â Simeon shakes his head slightly. âI suppose you can always ask him yourself if Solomon ever brings him to work with him.â
âI doubt it,â Solomon speaks up for the first time since announcing his departure. âHeâs usually busy during the day. Besides, transportation charms make him queasy, and Iâm not making him walk all the way down here.â
âArenât you a wizard?â Mammon asks, scratching his head. âJust do one of ya fancy teleportation spells. Why dâyou need a charm?â
Solomon sighs. He hates to admit it, but he canât be bothered to make up some other reason to cover up for himself. âIâm afraid that teleportation spells arenât actually particularly accurate. We could end up somewhere in the Pacific if Iâm not careful.â
Mammon looks thunderstruck. âThen what about all those times youâve teleported us?! Donât tell me we coulda ended up in, like, the Archaic Pit or something?!â
âWell, it was always a possibility,â Solomon shrugs in reply, finishing the charm with a deft flick of his hand. âYouâre a demon, I sure you could have handled yourself.â
âButâŚ!â Mammon crosses his arms and turns away like a grumpy child. âHmphâŚâ
âDo say hello to [Name] for me, will you?â Simeon requests as Solomon turns to open the door, ignoring the sulking demon sitting beside him. âWe havenât been able to talk for a while.â
âYou text him every day, donât you?â Solomon asks, shooting him an unimpressed look. âIâd say thatâs conversation enough.â
âNow, now, thereâs no need to be stingy,â Simeon countered with a smile, tilting his head slightly to the side and leaning forward. âBesides, one misses the presence of an actual person after a while of nothing but electronic communication... especially texting is so difficult. Tell him heâs always welcome to come around for some tea - Luke would be happy to see him.â
Solomon shakes his head, but makes a sound of affirmation nevertheless. You had mentioned that youâve missed seeing Simeon since heâd started the whole negotiator businesss, and he isnât the sort of person to deny you the company of a friend. âIâll let him know. Anyway, I should really be going nowâŚâ
âHave a safe journey!â Simeon calls after him as he swings the door open and sweeps out. Solomon waves a hand over his shoulder in response, then disappears down the corridor, most likely to a quiet spot in the courtyard to use his charm. Heâs been banned from using them indoors ever since he accidentally shattered one of the fancy artifacts in the assembly hall and sent hundreds of shards flying everywhere. Apparently Barbatos is still finding tiny pieces of glass in the crevices of the floor.
âWhy didnât Solomon ever say anythinâ?â Mammon asks Simeon after a moment of quietude. âSeems like the sorta thing youâd mention.â
âSolomonâs a private man,â Simeon says with a shrug. âBesides, he and [Name] have made plenty of enemies over the years, and youâd be shocked by how quickly names and locations can spreadâŚâ
âDoes he mind us knowinâ about it, then?â
âWell, personally, Iâve known for a while,â Simeon answers, âAnd Iâm sure the others will have worked it out by now - Solomonâs always finding ways to mention [Name] in passing. But no, Iâm sure he doesnât mind. Heâd say something if he did.â
Mammon nods and goes silent for a little while. Then he asks, âWhatâs this [Name] like, then? Must be some guy if Solomon liked him enough to put a ring on him and keep him for that long.â
âWell, letâs seeâŚâ Simeon drums his fingers thoughtfully against the tabletop. âHe has quite the penchant for raising deadly plants, he hasnât gone more than a full month without exploding something or another for about five centuries, he takes clocks apart in his spare time, he likes his coffee with a touch of vanilla, he collects cursed books, he makes a lovely butterscotch-cinnamon pie, and he works as a curse breaker for hire.â
It takes a moment for Mammon to process all of the information thatâs just been dumped on him. â...sounds like the kinda guy Satan would get along with.â
âI thought so as well,â Simeon agrees. âTheir house even reminds me of Satanâs room, in a way⌠[Name] is quite the avid reader.â
âWhat, youâve been?â
âOnly once,â Simeonâs eyes flutter closed for a moment as he reminisces. âQuite a long time ago now. I wouldnât know where to find it even if I wanted to go again, though - itâs always moving.â
âDo they move house a lot, then?â
Simeon shakes his head. âOh, no, no. Theyâve lived in the same house for centuries - itâs the house that moves itself.â
Mammon pauses. â...what?â
âThe building,â Simeon clarifies. âTheyâve got an enchantment on the whole thing that makes it change locations every couple of weeks or so.â
âBut⌠why?â
Simeon shrugs. â[Name] doesnât like staying in one place for too long.â
âStill, isnât that a bit muchâŚ?â Mammon pulls a face. âThey could always just travel, ya knowâŚâ
âAs Solomon said, transportation talismans make [Name] feel queasy,â Simeon explains. âAnd he prefers not to use teleportation spells when it comes to him, just in case they end up somewhere dangerous.â
âAnd he doesnât care about the rest of us ending up somewhere dangerous?â Mammon huffs and collapses forwards onto the table.
âWell, you canât really compare the two,â Simeon says patiently as the demon continues to mutter indignantly under his breath. âHeâs his husband, and weâre essentially just his friends from work.â
Mammon opens his mouth to make a rebuttal, then thinks about it for a moment and changes his mind. After a moment, he comments, a little less resentfully, âWell, youâd think heâd at least introduce us.â
âHeâs been planning to for a while, actually,â Simeon tells him. âGive him some time and heâll probably bring it up on his own.â
Mammon nods. âHeâd better!â
âIâm home.â
You look up from the book youâre reading and hop down from your seat on the roof just in time to see Solomon emerge from the back garden, looking noticeably dishevelled, with leaves decorating his head like some sort of fancy accessory.
âWelcome back!â You greet him happily, setting the book aside and moving forward to start picking the leaves from his hair. Solomon smiles softly at you as you take his bag in one hand and start pulling him to the front door with the other. âYou forgot your talisman again, by the way.â
âI noticed,â He laughs, gently removing your hand from his upper arm and wrapping his fingers around it instead. âWhy else do you think I ended up in the hedges again?â
âItâs a wonder that youâve had to make these temporary talismans so many times and you still havenât gotten one right yet,â You tease in reply, nudging him in the shoulder. âHow many points is that on the tally now, then?â
âTen for the basement, seven for the roof, and eleven for the hedges now,â He answers with a small pout as you laugh. âHonestly, youâd think I would have learnt my lesson...â
âYou never do, love.âÂ
The door creaks as you and your husband enter the house, only to immediately be greeted by a bundle of scales hitting you head-on. You manage to keep your footing and steady yourself on the doorway; Solomon isnât so lucky, and ends up laying spread-eagled on the floor with about two hundred kilograms of excited adolescent dragon purring on his chest.
âLooks like Triton missed you,â You comment with a bright smile, setting Solomonâs bag down beside the umbrella rack and leaning over to give the dragon a scratch behind his left horn, just the way he likes it. He rumbles happily and jingles the little bell around his neck at you. âIsnât he getting big?â
âI saw him this morning, [Name],â Solomon wheezes from his position on the floor, somehow managing to reach up and tickle Tritonâs chin with one hand despite the dragonâs weight. âHe canât have grown that much in ten hours.â
âYou never know!â You tell him, reaching up and wrapping your arms around Tritonâs neck. He coos in a delighted fashion and raises his head, setting it heavily on your shoulder. Solomon uses the brief lightening of the weight on him to take in a deep breath as you allow your dragon to nuzzle furiously into your neck. âDragons are unpredictable, you know.â
âBelieve me, I do,â He sighs tiredly as Triton blows out a pleased puff of hot air and knocks the clock off the wall again. âNow, if you wouldnât mind, Triton, Iâd quite like to get back up again.â
The dragon blinks and raises his head from your shoulder, glancing down at the sorcerer that heâs crushing under his weight. Then he huffs and turns away again.
âOh, youâ!â Solomon curses as the dragon seems to press even harder into him. Your laughter rings out across the hall, and while heâd normally take a moment to admire the sound, heâs a little preoccupied. â[Name], stop laughing and help me!â
âHeâs like a rebellious teenager!â You splutter helplessly in reply, voice still trembling slightly out of mirth. Triton makes a happy noise as you reach up and rub his scaly cheeks, his ears fluttering slightly. âAwww, youâre really growing up, arenât you, baby? Your poor dads are really going to have their work cut out for them, huh?â
âHey,â Solomon calls reproachfully from beneath Tritonâs enormous chest. âYour husbandâs still being crushed down here.â
âOh, right!â You click your tongue and give Triton a meaningful look. He grumbles but obeys nevertheless, hopping off of Solomon (though not without knocking all the air out of him by using his chest as a launchpad) and scampering off, most likely to go play with the salamanders that have set up shop in the storage room again.
âIâll never understand how you manage him so well,â Solomon sighs as you bend down to pull him to his feet, rubbing at the sore spot on his chest. âHe never listens to me.â
âAw, he loves you, really,â You reassure him, taking his hand and pressing a comforting kiss to his knuckles. âHe just likes roughhousing with you.â
Solomon shakes his head, wanting to complain further about the big lizard that the two of you had adopted six months ago after the last one grew up and flew the nest, but then he sees the smile on your face, and he feels the flicker of irritation in his chest die down almost immediately. Itâs at times like this that heâs really reminded of how absolutely worth it all of the nonsense he has to put up with at work is - because, at the end of the day, you are here, with your warm eyes and your lovely smile, with your comforting hands and your warm embrace, and there is no road too long to walk if you are waiting for him at the end of it.
âI know,â He sighs, tugging off his shoes and stepping into his favourite pair of slippers - the ones with the little cat faces printed on them that youâve charmed to always maintain a perfect temperature for his feet. He glances at your own feet and notes that youâre wearing your matching pair as well.
The two of you have long since set up a routine for this sort of occasion, and you both fall into it with unconscious ease. Solomon changes into something more comfortable while you put the kettle on in the kitchen, and the two of you inevitably spend so long snuggled up together on the largest armchair in the living room, unwilling to leave the warmth of each otherâs presence, that the water cools down, and you end up having to put it back on again. Then you sit together at the table, you with a coffee with a dash of vanilla and him with his favourite chrysanthemum tea that you always brew just the way he likes it. Sometimes youâll sit side by side, shoulders pressed up against each other as you show him the specifics of your latest curse-breaking commission, and sometimes youâll sit across from each other, holding hands across the tabletop as he tells you about his day.
Today it is the former, but Solomon canât help but zone a little out of the detailed deep-dive youâre giving him about the intricacies of the spell thatâs cursed this teapot to shoot its contents at anyone who attempts to fill it. It isnât that your explanation is boring - quite the contrary, in fact; Solomon could probably listen to you describing the most mundane or trivial of things on loop for the rest of his life and be perfectly content with it. No, itâs more to do with the fact that this is the first time heâs been home before dark in a long while, and he canât help but revel in the fact that he can spend time with you like this again. Of course, thereâs something wonderful in coming home to be able to collapse into bed beside you and bury his face in the crook of your neck, drifting to sleep as you burrow closer to him even in your sleep, but Solomon canât run off of that forever - he needs to see you with your eyes open as well, after all.Â
âYouâre not listening to a word I say, are you?â You ask as you note the far-off look on your husbandâs face. Youâre not offended in the slightest by the way he starts at the directed question, evidently guilty, but you are a little puzzled. âIs there something wrong?â
Solomonâs mouth falls open slightly, then shuts again. Thereâs something about the way youâre looking at him so earnestly that makes his heart stutter like nothing else. Honestly, youâd think heâd be used to this after nearly two thousand years, but it seems that heâs still as weak for you as he was on the very first day of your marriage. â...I suppose Iâve just got a lot on my mind.â
âYou always have a lot on your mind,â You counter softly, giving his hand a brief squeeze. âCome on, you can tell me.â
He laughs quietly, bringing your linked hands up to his face and gently holding yours to the side of his face; you, in turn, unfurl your fingers from around his and rub his cheek affectionately. After a moment, a fond smile pulling at his lips, Solomon replies, âIâve⌠missed you a lot this week.â
You pause in mild surprise, but it quickly turns to endearment as Solomon presses his body even closer to yours. The hand that youâre using to hold your mug of coffee moves to settle on his shoulder as you pull him closer. âReally now? What a coincidence. Iâve missed you lots as well, love.â
He chuckles a little bashfully, his cheeks flushing. It seems that your ability to fluster him hasnât declined even a bit over the years. Heâs still well and truly besotted.
You canât help but find it rather amusing that, despite already having spent a good hour and a half or so in the living room, bundled so close together in the blankets that you could feel his breath on your skin, the two of you are still nestling so close together now. You suppose itâs the effects of a week with much less contact than usual.
You lean forward and press a kiss to his jaw before pulling back again, reaching for your coffee and taking a sip. Solomon exhales softly, pulling his own drink towards him and draining the last of the tea in a single mouthful.
âYou know,â He says, setting his empty cup down on the table. âOne of my coworkers was asking about you earlier.â
ââCoworkersâ,â You snort at his choice of language, earning a reproachful poke in the side as punishment. âCome on, just admit that theyâre your friends.â
âFine,â He sighs. âOne of my friends, then - Mammon, the one that Luciferâs stringing up all the time.â
âThe one with white hair?â You recall, thinking back to the group photo that Simeon had sent you a while back. âHeâs the Avatar of Greed, right?â
âThatâs the one,â Solomon nods. âApparently he never noticed that I was married.â
âWell, you canât really blame him,â You say, giving him a playful nudge. âHonestly, the way you keep your mouth shut, youâd think I was some shameful secret or something.â
Solomon looks scandalised by the very idea - it had only been a little joke, but his eyes flash with such affront that itâs almost as if someone has genuinely called you such a thing. âOf course not! Iâd neverââ
âHey, hey, itâs okay, I was joking,â You cut him off before he can get more riled up. Solomon calms down quickly once you set a comforting hand on his knee, though he still looks a little indignant. âI know why you donât like talking about us much, but really, itâs okay. Theyâre your friends, aren't they?â
He hesitates, then nods, releasing another deep sigh soon afterwards. âI suppose. There isnât much I can really do about it at this point anyway⌠according to Simeon, most of them have somehow figured it out already.â
âTheyâre probably a lot smarter than you give them credit for, Sol,â You hum, reaching up and brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes for him. âTheyâre demons, after all. Theyâve lived even longer than us.â
âBelieve me, they really arenât.â Solomon shakes his head, a frown pinching at his brow at the very memory of the amount of things that his coworkers have done recently - some of the most notable being Diavolo setting an entire flock of geese free in the courtyard for an âexperimentâ, Levi quite literally throwing himself out of a window just to win a bet against Mammon about who could get down the stairs faster, Asmo causing a stampede in the main hall by dropping and shattering a bottle full of a powerful aphrodisiac potion that became even more powerful once released into the air, and Lucifer accidentally breaking one of Solomonâs favourite cauldrons when heâd transformed into his demon form and inadvertently smacked halfway across the room it with one of his upper wings.
âIâd really love to meet them some day,â You sigh, swirling the contents of your mug around. âThey sound like fun.â
âTrust me, the trouble isnât worth itââ Solomon attempts to reason with you, but he gives up laughably quickly as you pout at him in protest. âOh, fine. But donât blame me if you get sick because of the charm again.â
âWe donât have to use the charm,â You shake your head. âJust do a teleportation spell!â
âYou know that thatâs risky,â Solomon sighs, chucking you under the chin and leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose. You laugh as he draws back again, a pleased smile rising on his face at your reaction. âWe could end up anywhere.â
âYouâve teleported them a bunch of times, though, havenât you? And you havenât ended up in Texas or the Sahara Desert any of those times!â
The resemblance to his earlier conversation with Mammon and Simeon is almost uncanny. âThatâs different. I was still teleporting them within the Devildom, not across an entire realm barrier⌠and besides, I can afford the risk with them. Youâre a different story.â
You pout again, shoulders dropping in defeat, though it doesnât escape Solomonâs notice that his sentiment seems to have appeased you at least a little. â...guess weâll just have to use a transportation talisman, huhâŚ?â
âThatâs your only option if you really want to visit, yes.â
You go quiet for a moment or two, nose wrinkling and face scrunching as you think it over. Solomon doesnât mind the lack of conversation - he entertains himself by studying your features, wondering for perhaps the millionth time how he managed to find someone like you.
Finally, a determined look rising on your face, you nod and proclaim, âThen Iâll do it!â
Solomon cocks his head slightly to the side. He canât say heâs surprised by your eagerness, but he had expected it to take you longer to make up your mind. He opens his mouth to say something, but tou answer his question before heâs even asked it, a skill that youâd managed to pick up within the first year or so of knowing him.
âI really wanna see what you actually get up to when you work,â You explain, looking a little sheepish. âYouâve had a job there for nearly two years and Iâve never even said a word to the people you work with.â
Solomon laughs. âIt isnât usually a requirement in the workplace. Wear appropriate uniform, bring any equipment you need, introduce your husband to your coworkers within the decadeâŚâ
âStill, Iâd feel bad if I didnât at least meet them,â You say. âBesides, I want to see Simeon as well. You said heâs working down in the Devildom for a bit as well, didnât you?â
âWhy are you so eager to see him, huh?â Solomonâs tone is light and teasing, so you know not to take him seriously as he puts on an hurt expression. âIâm offended. Your dear husbandâs right here and youâre thinking about some angel.â
âOh, stop it, you,â You shake your head in slightly exasperated amusement as he runs a finger down his cheek in lieu of a tear. âYou know itâs not like that.â
âIsnât it?â He pulls an exaggeratedly petulant face and pretends to turn away like an upset child. âSometimes I feel like you love him more than me.â
âSimeonâs a lovely guy, but youâre still the only guy for me, you doof,â You tell him, tapping fondly at the cheek heâs turned to you with your free hand. Solomon obligingly turns back around to look at you, a grin pulling at his mouth. âWhy would I marry you and then stay here for two thousand years if you weren't?â
âI guess I always assumed it was out of pity or something,â He jokes in response, leaning forward and briefly brushing his nose against yours. âAnd, just so you know, youâre the only guy for me as well.â
âIâd better be,â is your lighthearted reply as he pulls away. After a moment, looking at him expectantly, you begin tentatively, âSoâŚ?â
He sighs, but gives you a smile nevertheless. âIâll ask Diavolo. He probably wouldnât mind if I brought you without asking first, but Lucifer definitely would.â
âWhatâll we do if they hate me?â You ask. âDo demons actually eat humans?â
âThey wouldnât dare,â He replies firmly. âNot if I have anything to say about it. Besides, they wonât hate you. I doubt anyone could.â
You laugh and drop your head to rest on his chest. âYouâre too nice to me, love.â
Solomon turns to wrap both his arms around your shoulders, setting his chin on the crown of your head. You smile into his jumper, looping your own arms around his waist and pushing yourself closer to him.
âIâm not just being nice. Honestly, [Name], youâre kind of the most perfect man in the universe.â
#obey me#obey me imagines#obey me x reader#swd solomon#swd mammon#swd simeon#solomon x reader#reader insert#male reader#fluff#domestic sorcerer husbands#planning on turning this into a series if i can haha
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d//nt r/3bl0g //
like i consider myself a full fledged lesbiab and also a full fledged woman (NOT bc i have a vagina, that's not what makes me or anyone else a woman) but also,,, i'm not always a woman?? or at least not /only/ a woman. t3//rfs would probably think that that means i don't think being a woman is "good enough" or that it's internalized misogyny but it's literally not lmao even when i'm feeling agender or just genderqueer i'm still proud to be a woman even if i'm not 100% a Woman at that exact moment. womanhood is good and should be celebrated but so is whatever the hell gender fuckery goes on when i'm feeling like my gender is a giant black mass of goo or that i'm not interested in male or female i just want to be a Creature that's good and should be celebrated and normalized too!!
this isn't a discour/se post btw this is just me shouting into the void bc i just ate lunch and i'm all happy and Gender is weird but funny ~
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These are from song titles, but I think these are poggers (I hope, at least)
* And there was life inside "it"
* Can it really be called "Cinderella" ?
* Love inside an empty box
* World is full of wonders (Or "Full of wonders!!!!")
* Near
* Angel's clover
Don't worry anon, they are most definitely poggers! (Both of my current ao3 published works have names based on song lyrics, so that really fits my vibe haha.)
There are so many good prompts here! I couldn't help but write like.... A lot lmao.
CW: dehumanization, themes of child abuse, themes of death. Be safe!
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And there was life inside "it"
They called it RNB-00. It was the first in a generation of experimental life production using DNA from one of the most volatile creatures in the worlds: endermen. There were no endermen hybrids. The children could not survive, and the birth was volatile, tearing the parents and anyone near them apart with the violent magic.
They would perform the experiment anyways.
An unfinished human embryo, carefully extracted from someone who would be written in the paperwork as a volunteer. An enderpearl, freshly taken from a creature they didn't consider "human" enough to need even dubious content. DNA, taken directly from the brain of the enderman.
They spliced together the three ingredients, cheering when the chimera of enderman and embryo inside its tubes showed signs of life.
But some things are not meant to be done.
Nature is not meant to be tampered with.
The experiment turned south quickly. The specimen convulsed in its tube, growing at a rapid rate. Vibrant purple magic lashed out, dancing through the lab with a vengeance. There were the cries of a newborn mixed with the shrieks of an enderman- then, an explosion.
RNB-00 fell to the ground, the magic pulsing from it too bright to be looked at by the naked eye. A second explosion rocked the lab, this time all-encompassing and final. The building turned to ash and dust and settled around a new crater.
There would never be a RNB-01.
A shape rose from the center of the crater. It was a child from one angle, maybe two or three, with pure white hair, scarred cheeks, and a red eye.
From the other angle, it was a monster. Something not quite enderman or human. Jet black hair, and velvety black fur covered the left half of it. It's eye glowed an unnatural green, not the color of humans or endermen.
It toddled slowly away from the epicenter of the explosion, no memory of what had happened. As it walked, it noticed a mark, a brand, on it's right arm: RNB-00. The child stared, and blinked at the word.
And he named himself Ranboo.
Can it really be called "Cinderella"?
When Tubbo was young, he saw Cinderella, once. Even with how young he was, the story resonated with him. He wished all his stepfather did was give him chores, but he knew exactly how it felt to be unloved, unwanted, forced to stay on the sidelines. He just hoped his fairy godmother would come soon.
When he was a little older, he looked back on the story of Cinderella with nothing but bitterness. He was old enough now that he knew fairy tales didn't happen. There was no "fairy godmother" coming to save him; there never had been, there never would be. All he had was himself and his shitty situation. He wanted to forget the story that had given him such a bittersweet lie, but it was burned into his memory.
As he reached his teens, the anger turned into weariness. It wasn't Cinderella's fault his stepfather was a piece of shit. It wasn't the character's fault that she had help to break free while he didn't. And how miserable he was wasn't Tubbo's fault either, no matter how much his stepfather screamed it.
When he was 16, feeling ancient yet younger than he had ever been, he stopped comparing himself to Cinderella. Cinderella hadn't stood over her stepparent's body with a bat. Cinderella hadn't called the police on herself, showing them what she'd done and then the reason why, covering his skin beneath his clothes. Cinderella had been freed, but she hadn't paid such a heavy price for that freedom.
Tubbo had. Tubbo was far from a Cinderella story.
Love inside an empty box
Tommy's love was dangerous. He learned that at a very young age. Love for him wasn't just a feeling, it was a physical thing, at least to his eyes. He could feel every last drop of care, of love gathering around him like a storm. And just like a storm, when the feeling touched down, it was deadly. People, animals, anything that was touched by the love he couldn't stop feeling crumbled under the weight of something that shouldn't exist.
Tommy couldn't stop himself from caring. But he could stop himself from hurting. Hurting others, at least. Tommy commissioned a solution from a witch with a terrible reputation for cruelty, but a renowned skill with magical crafting. It cost him everything he owned, and some of who he was, but he walked away with an empty box made to hold what he couldn't afford to keep.
For years after that, every time he felt love building up in his chest- his care for friends, the people he considered family, even for strangers- he tore it off of himself and flung it into the box. Over time, the box grew full, bursting at the seams with his love. He learned to discard all but the most precious feelings, keeping those in his overstuffed box that weighed nothing and locking them inside.
But no lock lasts forever. Nothing lasts an eternity.
Tommy was alone with nothing but his thoughts, his box, and the ghost of a brother who was only really that in the privacy of his mind. He let his eyes shut, the box held loosely in one hand. The ghost, not knowing the consequences, touched the box.
And the seams of magic holding it together shattered and the love Tommy had stored away broke free, as powerful and terrible as a hurricane.
If it had been Wilbur, the man would've died as surely as he had when a blade was thrust through his heart. But this was Ghostbur, and you cannot kill what is already dead.
Still, such power has consequences. All the love in the box, far too powerful to be contained for long, spilled over, pouring over and around the ghost and the boy.
Yes, such power has consequences. The boy with too much love and his brother that never was would face those consequences together.
(world is) full of wonders
Wilbur is a simple musician. He travels alone, playing an ode to all of the world around him. He sings to the trees, the sky, the river, the sun, anything he pleases.
Though he knows it's silly, he can't help but imagine they sing back. He tries to match the harmony he hears in his mind, tries to play along with the symphony of nature. He can never keep up, but likes to imagine the world is fond of his efforts.
But even musicians can stumble into trouble. Too caught up in the ballad he played to the tune of the wind, he didn't hear the rattle of bones, the drawing of a bow. He heard only the twang as an arrow released before it pierced through his skull and everything went black.
But Wilbur wasn't gone. He didn't cease to exist, like he always assumed. He felt the cool caress of the void, the gentle brush of the universe against his mind and he gasped. Clearer than he'd ever heard it, he heard the song of the world, in perfect harmony and tune. This time, it sang along to him, to the pulsing of his soul.
Wilbur had no body, but if he did he would weep. He had no lungs, no mouth, no voice, but his soul took up the melody he longed to sing anyways. He sang with the universe until the song became more and more impossible to replicate and he could only listen in awe.
He woke up painlessly, laying on a gentle green field. His guitar was by his side, and his sweater was cleaner than it had ever been. He knew instinctually that he was not in the world he'd came from. This was a new world, a universe untouched, a new song to add his voice to.
Near
It hit him, one day, as he absently peeled a potato over the sink. That he didn't remember if he'd ever touched another person.
Techno had froze for a moment. It was quite the revelation to have out of nowhere. He dismissed it a moment later, memories of how he and Phil would bump shoulders as they walked and talked fresh in his mind.
But all too soon his thoughts turned back to the uncomfortable topic. Sure he'd touched Phil before, but that was through layers of armor and clothing. Had he ever had skin to skin contact with another person? Anything, as simple as a handshake? Hell, even something during battle would count.
He came up empty, and it was driving him crazy.
He didn't need to touch people. He didn't. Having someone he cared about liked close to him was good enough. He didn't need physical contact to reassure him. He never had, not even as a child.
Though that may have had something to do with the chorus of voices he'd had in his head that had kept him on the brink of insanity for most of his childhood. His voices were always there, always with him, so what need did he have for another person's company?
Except he did like company, Phil's especially. And he had it, plenty of it, more than he could ever possibly need. So why did he suddenly feel so off balance?
He asked Phil about it next time he saw his friend. He kept it casual. It wasn't a big deal, he didn't need to worry Phil by letting how much this had bothered him show.
"Hey, Phil, have we ever touched?" He asked. Phil gave him a weird look, then bumped his shoulder.
"Like that?" He asked, unimpressed. "Mate, maybe you should check your own memory before you call me old man again."
"Nah," Techno dismissed, "I meant like... skin to skin. Like a handshake or something."
This actually gave Phil pause. He thought for a moment, then laughed.
"I guess we haven't. Weird. Why?"
"I... Don't think I've ever touched anyone like that," Techno said. He tried to keep his voice steady, but his heart was pounding as he poured out his weakness in front of Phil.
The other man was silent for a long time. Techno could practically hear the shouts of ever??? running through his mind.
Suddenly Phil turned towards him, pulling off a glove.
"Handshake?" He offered with a smile, something sad beyond the amusement in his eyes. Techno rolled his eyes, but he hesitated taking his glove off. Slowly reaching out, as if Phil's hand was a snake that might strike at any sudden movements, he placed his hand in Phil's.
The sensation was like a fire roaring to life on his hand. It didn't hurt, not like a real fire, but it somehow burned. He froze, his brain having trouble processing the bizarre feeling. It was overwhelming, and the best thing he'd ever felt, and yet it was almost a relief when Phil gently pulled his hand away.
"We'll take it slow, alright mate?" He said, nudging Techno with an elbow. The piglin's brain began to work again and he snorted, pulling the glove on again and falling back into step.
"Of course. We can't overwork your old man brain," Techno said dryly, earning him a sharper nudge. He grinned, the amusement softening to fondness as Phil walked just a little closer, letting their arms stay pressed together as they went.
It was strange how you didn't notice you were missing something until you had it. Bare contact was a little too overwhelming right now. So he was right. For now, this was enough. Having his best friend near him was all he needed.
Angel's Clover
There is a special plant that only grows in the land of celestials. An ethereal clover that sprouts from the weary souls that come to rest on the soils of heaven. The souls and the clover flourish in time with one another, tended to by the celestials that walk the lands. It is only a rumor, in the eyes of mortals, but one who walks among them knows it to be true. He is the Angel of Death, and his presence can never touch the sacred halls of the celestial lands, lest they wither and die.
But souls do not always complete the journey, to find their final rest above. Some souls are too broken, too hurt to reach the peace of the celestial lands. It is the duty of the Angel of Death to guide the souls, and it is his duty to heal them so that they may be guided.
In the land of the mortals, there is one place where the clover grows. It is in the humble garden of a plain looking man, who wears a large hat to block his eyes from the sun, and keeps his unearthly wings folded beneath his cloak.
In his garden, the Angel of Death nurtures the precious remnants of life.
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YEEEEEEEHAW WE'VE REACHED 666 FOLLOWERS BOIS, IT'S TIME FOR THE 700 RAFFLE
i normally announce follower raffles when we get to the 70 point BUT i mean hey, i might as well do it now lmao. if you haven't been around for that long, i do art raffles for ever 100 milestone :0 entries close as soon as we reach 700 (though depending, i might extended it if this post doesn't gain much traction by then)
some things to keep in mind:
reblogs and likes count as one entry each! u can rb as many times as u want but please try not to spam your followers ^^â
iâm not gonna check bc iâm gonna take y'allâs word on this but please be following the blog?? and like donât plan to unfollow once the raffle is over considering this is a followers raffle
after winners have been pulled, you will have 48 hours to respond to my intial message! if you donât respond within that time frame, i will choose someone else
posts/rbs about the raffle will be tagged as â#700 raffleâ for those who Donât Care and would like to block it!
like last time, iâm doing a first place winner and two second place winners! this time first place gets a lightly shaded + colored half body while second place gets a flat colored bust (i will provide a few various examples of my art under the cut, if u wanna see more of my art itâs under the tag #c drew)
but yeah, thank you guys for 666 followers!! it truly is a joy having so many people who like science party around, reminds me i'm not just shouting into an empty void all the time lolol
if you're new and you like science party, consider following perhaps! if you have friends who like science party, considering sending my blog their way! it'll prolly take us a while to get to 700 (if we do at all??) but i'm rlly flattered there's so many of you around :>
anyways, examples as promised:
(also dentist boy on the bottom left actuallu belongs to @i-cry-when-angels-desvere-to-die !! go check him out đđ)
#tf2#tf2 medic#tf2 engineer#tf2 science party#medic x engineer#700 raffle#c mumbles for a while#i think it's very telling that most of my examples are tf2 stuff lol
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Lancelot and "don't ask" ? (Sorry I can't remember the number)
That is perfectly alright! The numbers honestly were just there as an organization/search tool when I was writing the prompts down. I actually much prefer to get the prompt itself like how youâve sent it! (Of course both ways are fine, but- Yâknow what? Iâm just rambling now, lmao)
ONTO THE ANGST!
Lancelot stared, wide eyed, at the cracks in the earth, dancing like a spiderweb through the ground, and keeping the enemies at bay, not that they needed to be, all laying flat and unconscious across the had-been battlefield. They were also keeping the knights away from the center of the destruction.
The center of destruction, where a dead bandit laid near the edge, a puddle of blood seeping out from beneath his head and staining the soil beneath it. Where, in the direct middle of it, Merlin was knelt down, his hands pressing down on Arthurâs side. Hands that were already covered in blood.
The bandit had managed to get his sword under Arthurâs chainmail, and deal a sweeping blow, and Merlin⌠Or, well, Lancelot wants to say Merlin, because heâs never separated Merlin and his magic, with how entwined they were, but the look on Merlinâs face when he turned at Arthurâs shout had beenâŚ
It had been a look far older than anything Lancelot had ever seen. It had been a look older than the castle of Camelot itself.
It had been the look of Magic itself, Given some vaguely human face, gold light practically pouring from itâs pours.
And it had reacted, before Lancelot had even registered what had happened to Arthur.
And nowâŚ
Now Merlin was knelt on the ground, words of âYouâll be okay, you have to be okay, please be okay.â falling from his mouth in a panicked rush. The gold light had faded, slightly, but it was still lighting up his veins, spiraling down his arms and across his face, his eyes absolutely glowing with it. And his hands were covered in blood.
âOh.â Gwaine breathed next to him, and Lancelot looked over at him to see his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide, though it was not the look of fear. No, it was the look of awe. âOh,â He said again. âThatâs what that guy at the bridge meant by Merlin being magic. Itâs not that he just⌠Has it. He is it.â
Lancelot felt his own eyes widen. âYou⌠You knew about his magic?â Because when did Merlin tell him? And why didnât he tell Lancelot that Gwaine knew?
âI suspected. I have suspected since I first met him. And Iâll be honest, I was wary at first, butâŚâ He finally turned to look at Lancelot, and shrugged. âItâs Merlin.â
He said it as if that was all that was needed to be said.
And, well, it was.
âYou?â Gwaine asked, and Lancelot could laugh, but he doesnât.
âYeah.â
âHow long?â
He quirks a smile, which falls a second later. âDonât ask. Itâs, er, hard to explain.â
Gwaine nodded, understanding, and Lancelot looked over at the others, taking in their reactions.
He could see how Percival was⌠Well, completely unsurprised, but he did look worried, and Lancelot considered that maybe he had been a tad too descriptive when talking about his âFriend with magicâ.
Elyan looked shocked, and there was clearly an internal battle that Lancelot couldnât parse out. But he didnât look⌠He didnât look how knights usually looked when discovering someone with magic. He didnât look murderous.
And Leon⌠Leon probably shocked him, the most. He was striding towards the edge, his sword unsheathed and left where he had been standing when Merlin had first collapsed at Arthurâs side, and Merlinâs medical bag slung onto his shoulder. âMerlin!â He called.
Merlin looked up, and fear flooded across his face. âLeon, I can ex-â
âSave it for later, and let us get over there! If you could heal him, you wouldâve already, and seeing as you havenât, we need to bring you your medical bag!â
Merlin looks a little stunned, but he swallows, and his mouth opens in soundless movements, and his eyes glow brighter.
Creeping trees grow from the ground, and stretch over the gap in an arch, and Leon leaps over before it reaches halfway, clears the rest of the gap, and rushes over to the two of them, dropping the medical bag next to Merlin, and replacing his hands over Arthurâs wound.
Merlin starts digging through the bag, blood smearing across the leather of it, his hands shaking violently as the gold starts to recede from his skin, crawling back in the direction of his heart, and Lancelot starts moving.
Because heâs seen Merlin use a lot less magic than this, and absolutely crash afterwards. And so Lancelot knows whatâs coming.
Luckily, heâs been listening to Gaius and Merlin, and heâs mended enough of his tunics during his years on the road that he has pretty steady hands.
He can hear Gwaine following him, and he knows he wonât have to worry about also taking care of Merlin. Heâs seen Gwaine do it plenty of times.
Without ever saying it, Gwaine had made it clear he was only around because of Merlin. It didnât matter the friendships he had built with Arthur or the other knights or Lancelot himself. If Merlin left, Gwaine would, too.
Lancelot felt much the same, honestly. Living his dream was good, truly, but it was only possible because of Merlin, and Lancelot had come to believe that heâd follow Merlin into the void of the world, even if it meant leaving his knighthood behind.
Heâd done it once, after all. Albeit it was leaving Merlin behind, it had still been for him.
He collapses to his knees next to Merlin, directly across from Leon, and he grabs at Merlinâs hands.
âLet me.â
Merlin jerks his head up to look at him, eyes- Still gold, though not as vibrantly so- Wide and lips still trembling, but he nods, and presses the waterskin and rag into Lancelotâs hands.
Gwaine crouches down next to him, grabs up the medical bag and slings it onto Lancelotâs other side, and then grabs Merlinâs hands and pours water from his own waterskin over them, and slowly starts to wipe at them with the edge of his cape.
Lancelot turns to Arthurâs wound, and sees that Leon has already moved the chainmail completely out of the way, as well as Arthurâs tunic, and had started pressing his removed cape to the wound to stop the bleeding more effectively than just using his hands.
He swallows, and nods to Leon, and waits as he moves the cape slightly to reveal the top of the wound, the thinnest part, and Lancelot starts carefully cleaning it.
Elyan and Percival are there, now, too. Percival standing guard at the bridge just in case any of the bandits start to wake and decide to chance attacking them, and Elyan at Arthurâs head, digging through the medical kit and pulling out silk-thread and the leather-scrap with all the needles.
And Lancelot lets himself focus on the task at hand. Because he wasnât going to let Arthur die.
And if, if, if he calls upon the sparks of magic that heâs never been able to call upon before, left to him by his mother and her soft golden eyes as she sang lullabies to him to help him sleep, and puts his all into pushing them into his hands, into healing.
Well, donât ask him if it worked, but just maybeâŚ
Just maybe it helps, some. Just maybe itâs the speck of dust that tips the scales.
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Tag: Word Find CCXXXV
Aw yeah I got tagged in a tag game. Thanks, @zmlorenz I love participating
 My words were night, near, new, and neighbourÂ
NIGHT (found in Voidsong: The Witchling, chapter 3: The Night Market [i suppose i am not surprised])
The city of Ny Myrkhimmin took in drifters and outcasts like the eager embrace of a lover. Â The streets were bathed in perpetual midnight, the only illumination coming from intermittent and unreliable streetlights and lamps in front of ramshackle buildings. Â The air was ever frigid, the domeâs life support systems unable to quite keep up with the gnawing, biting cold of the frozen rock under their feet or the void over their heads. Â The air was thick with the reek of smoke and oil and food and garbage and life, and the narrow, tangled streets were ever loud with the racket of the comings, goings, and dealings of travelers from all parts of the galaxy. Â The two witches glided through the confusion like ghosts, though Saoirse wanted badly to stop and take in the spectacle.
Helga led her through the maze following the smell of smoke and, soon, of food. Â After a while, the impenetrable mire of crumbling buildings stacked dubiously atop each other broke away to a wide open forum cluttered with market stalls. Â The buildings along one side all had open patios and bars and flickering neon signs, filling the air with a toothsome smell. Â Saoirse gawked at the spectacle like a little girl watching tumblers at a carnival and muttered, âOh, this is great.â
âWelcome to the night market,â Helga replied with an approving smile. Â âNow, what would you like to eat? Â We can find anything.â
NEAR (found in Voidsong: The Witchling, chapter 5: Ikayaki. Three times in succession, golly)
More storm-bolts struck the Black Wolf as it drew nearer to the eye. Â The ship shook, the lights flickered, and Nirtovi shouted, âHelga, you have to tell them to fall back! Â This thingâs storms are too much!â
âThe shields will hold,â the voidwitch replied.
âLokiâs ropes! Â Between the shields and the siegebreaker, how much strain can your reactor take? Â It must be near to overheating!â
âThe shields will hold for long enough. Â It is almost over now.â
The Black Wolf stayed fixed upon the injured eye as the wounded beast slowed in its turning. Â Soon they were close enough that the eye filled the whole of their vision as storm-bolts rocked the ship from stem to stern, and Nirtovi was sure they were about to ram into it, but as the siegebreaker fired one last time, the Black Wolf banked hard upwards, knocking them allâeven Helgaâonto their asses as their minds were nearly sundered by a deafening psychic death-rattle. Â Recovering themselves, they looked back out the viewports and saw that the light had now died in the krakenâs damaged eye, and that the beast was no longer maneuvering its ponderous mass to present them its arms and beak, but drifted in the void without spark or intelligence.
âVictory,â Helga whispered, a grin spreading across her face.
NEW (showed up in Voidsong: The Witchlingâs epilogue, Two Homecomings, so I guess call this a sneak preview)
The dark elves cheered their approval, and Helga concluded: Â âBut, before that, I would like to augment our skeleton crew a bit. Â I would like to make my own little homecoming.â
The dark elvesâ cheers of approval turned into gasps of disbelief, and Nirtovi put a hand to her forehead and muttered, âOh, youâve got to be fucking kidding me.â
âI have never kid anyone before in my life.â
âHelga, other than the many new and fascinating varieties of ice, what the fuck is on Isa?â
NEIGHBOR (I had to hunt far and wide for an instance of the word âNeighbor.â Out of all my active WiPs, Iâve used it exactly one time, in chapter 3: In the Family Way of my as-yet-untitled sequel to The Big Job so I guess you can consider this yet another sneak preview lmao)
Katya was too nervous to ask questions on the drive north, and Ash didnât volunteer any information, but a painfully long drive through afternoon traffic on I-75 eventually brought them to a decaying residential suburb adjacent to a sprawl of housing projects. Â The house at the end of the lane where Ash parked the car didnât look any different from its neighbors, save for a sign in the front yard. Â It was an obnoxious shade of pink and bore a black Venus symbol ending in a clenched fist.
âOh,â Katya said, nodding, âthis is one of those whatchacallit type places.â
Ash laughed. Â âYes, Kat, itâs one of those whatchacallit type places. Â Now, this crew is pretty old-fashioned, and a lot of the signage and stuff is gonna be pretty . . . uh . . .â She snapped her fingers, searching for the right word.
âCisnormative?â Nix offered.
âYeah, thatâs what itâs called. Â But I promise theyâre good people, in a couple of relevant ways. Â This is where Jackie gets his testosterone.â
They piled out of the car and headed for the front door, which bore only a simple plaque reading âA Place For Women.â Â Ash opened the door and strode in like she owned the place, surprising the receptionist who sat behind a mahogany desk in the foyer. Â Without giving her time to react, Ash said, âYeah, hi, we spoke on the phone a little bit ago. Â I need to see Dr. Farkas.â
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Oh heck yeah. Now itâs my turn uhhhhhh I tag @renniequeerâ @borinquenaqueer @red-the-dragon-writes and anybody else who wants to participate and the words are uhhhhhhhh fight, love, queer, confusion, and sword
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The Only One For Me: Part Two
Summary: Everyone gets assigned a magical allegiance once they turn 16: Healers, Electrics, Shifters, and Darks, who were more often referred to as Voids. Once you reach 25, you no longer age until you meet soulmate.
After being outcasted by the world so long ago, Stiles Stilinski gave up on ever subjecting his soulmate to being with a Dark and decided that if the world would only ever treat him like it, heâll be exactly what they wanted him to be: Void
Word Count: 10,098
A/N: My dudes I cannot BELIEVE I thought this ENTIRE story would be a 5k word fic lmao in total its over 16,000 words!! Also I know I said Wednesday but better late than never. Some of you wanted to be tagged which Iâm so happy that you enjoyed the first part so much to be tagged in part two. This is the final part so I hope yâall enjoy it as much as I did. I do have new stuff coming soon! Anyways, Iâm super proud of this so I hope you enjoy it too!!
**WARNINGS: NFSW! Self-harm, mentions of suicide, angst. On the smut side thereâs fingering, oral (female receiving, mentions of male receiving), multiple orgasms (first detailed smut lmao).Â
 The house shook after the door slammed shut. You laid there slumped on the ground, with a dumbfounded look on your face.
What the fuck just happened? Weâre soulmates, weâre supposed to love each otherâŚright?
You knew the stories of people who had met their soulmate then immediately were separated from them or if they couldnât satisfy the sexual drive that heightens significantly after meeting. A lull falls over the both of you that could easily be described as a depression fog that clouds you both until youâre reunited once again.
You could already feel it heavy in your chest. Your heart pounded loudly in your eyes while you sunk further into the ground, sobbing loudly. What was wrong with you? Were you truly so unlovable that your soulmate hated you?
Mustering up your strength, you managed to pull yourself up from the floor, feeling embarrassed since your underwear had been torn to shreds by Stiles. You hurried yourself to Allisonâs house, crying in her lap about everything that happened as she did her best to reassure you. Nothing worked. You went to bed, feeling worse by the second.
Too top everything off, you had killed someone. Someone you had known, and while he had taken a liking to shitting on Voids once he had gotten older, you couldnât help but remember the sweet kid from grade school who had sat with you because you were new. And you had killed him, _and then proceeded to have sex?! What the fuck? _Those thoughts sunk you even lower. The tiny rational part of you that knew if you hadnât of killed Adam, both you and Stiles would be dead, but you werenât listening. Instead, you listened to the part of you that was convincing you that you were the worst person alive.
No wonder Stiles doesnât want you. Who would want someone who just kills anyone then fucks someone else? Youâre disgusting, pathetic. You donât even deserve a soulmate.
Scott promised that heâd do everything he could to make Stiles talk to you, but every time he walked the long trail back from the Stilinski home, he never brought Stiles back with him. For five agonizing days, he actively avoided any sort of interaction with you while your thoughts spiraled deeper into self-loathing. He had to know that if you two continued to avoid each other like this what the consequences were; he couldnât want that for you or him, could heâŚ?
On day six you had decided that enough was enough. You had decided that you would invite him over, make him dinner, and you two would talk. Youâd make it clear that you two could take it at whatever pace he felt comfortable with since he took extreme caution in who heâd let in his life. All you wanted was someone to spend the rest of your life with, and if that took some time, you were okay with that.
You gave yourself at least a thousand pep talks in the mirror, put on a cute blue sundress with sandals, and made your way up to his house.
Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, the nagging voice in your head begged you to turn right back around and crawl back under the covers, and your confidence was draining by the second. Nevertheless, you persisted, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of his door. Raising your hand, you attempted to knock on his door. However, something was blocking you from reaching the door. Confused, you tried again to knock, only to have your hand whipped backward, nearing removing your shoulder from its socket. You stood there for a second, dumbfounded, before the door finally swung up, revealing an extremely unhappy Stiles.
âWhat the fuck do you want?â he said, voice dripping with malice, making your stomach drop to the floor. His gaze pierced right through, jaw ticking in irritation.
Panicking, you said the first thing that came to your head, âDid you put a forcefield around your house to keep me out?â Stilesâ eyes hardened, his scowl deepening. Clearly, not the right thing to say as you mentally cursed yourself.
âYou and Scott, who keeps pestering me like a goddamn dog. Now, I ask again, what do you fucking want?â he raised his voice at you, nearly shouting. You began to play with your fingers nervously. A dark voice in your head began to shout louder that you shouldnât have bothered coming.
âIâŚI thought we needed to talk about this-â
âThereâs nothing to talk about.â
You fumbled for a second, you could feel your breaths become shallower. This wasnât how this conversation was supposed to go.
âLook, I donât know why you donât want to, but this is pretty important. We at least need to-â
âLOOK! Thereâs nothing to do, thereâs nothing to say! I donât want anything to do with you! You really thing Iâm the type of guy to go around having a soulmate? No! Iâm a Dark, and Iâm Void! I donât want a fucking soulmate, and I decided that a long time ago, so you need to get used to it. I donât want to see you, talk to you, in fact, if I could, I would kick you out of my town! So do us all a favor, and get the fuck off of my property!â And with that, he slammed the door, once again leaving you alone.
The voice in your head laughed at you. Pathetic. You really thought thatâd work. Are you two actually soulmates? Because if you were, you wouldâve known that wouldnât have worked. Obviously. Over and over those thought plagued you, and the tears flowed down your cheeks faster than you could process. Quickly placing a hand over your mouth, you tried your best to cover your sobs, not wanting to seem like you were begging for his attention. Well, you were, but you had a feeling things would only end up worse if you stayed here crying. Heâd likely come out and just keep yelling at you.
Gathering up your shredded dignity, you turned around and began the lonely walk home.
*
Stiles thumped his head against the door, sliding down until he was sat against it. He banged his head three more times, each time harder than the last. Two sides of him were competing, the one wanting nothing more than to spend every ounce of his time with you, showering you with love and affection, showing you just how much he cared, how much heâs always cared. The other part was telling him how youâd want nothing to do with him, that you deserved far better than what he could offer, and he should just let you go and leave you to your life without him in it because thatâs whatâs best for you. Unfortunately, the latter part of him is winning.
Scott was up at his home every single day, telling him he should at least talk to you, and Stiles wanted nothing more than to do just that. Instead, he told Scott to fuck off every time, and eventually he put up that shield around his house, keeping everyone out. Stiles treated Scott the same way he treated you; he told him he wanted nothing to do with you or Scott, and that everyone should just leave him alone.
He told himself that this is for the best. He learned a long time ago that he couldnât be loved. Not by anyone. Not even youâŚ
He sat there against the wall, feeling worse by the second.
The next two days dragged from him. A part of him hoped that you would show up again, but you didnât. He knew he had driven you away for good. He didnât leave his house or bother to eat, none of it really feeling worth it. Stiles spent most of his time in bed, simultaneously sleeping way too much while having it feel like not enough.
On day three, he felt his forcefield shake, meaning someone had tried to at least knock on the door. He ran from his bedroom, hoping it was you. He couldnât help but feel disappointed when it was Scott on the other side.
âWhat do you want,â Stiles muttered, not having any energy.
âOh? No âFuck you,â for me today?â Scottâs tone was biting, and his face wasnât friendly. Stiles looked at him with shock, he hadnât spoken to him like that before. âLook, Stiles, Iâve tried to be nice about this whole âyou avoid your fucking soulmateâ bit, but enough is enough. You need to at least talk to her! Youâre soulmates for a fucking reason! You consider me your friend, right?â
âYes, I-â
âThen quit shutting us out, shutting _me _out, and shutting y/n out because letâs not forget the fact that she saved your fucking life. Without her, youâd be dead, you understand? Even if she wasnât your soulmate, you should at least, the very fucking least thank her!â Scott slammed his hand against the forcefield. âAll any of us want is for you to be happy, and to get out of your deep mistrust of people because look around! This entire place is filled with Darks and people who donât give a shit about your magical allegiance if youâre a good person. Weâre not going to cast you away, Stiles, all we want is to help you,â Scottâs tone changed from anger to sympathy as he spoke.
The forcefield Stiles had been maintaining began to fade away, mostly out exhaustion on Stilesâ end to keep it up. Still, he couldnât help but let his walls start to crack after all these years of keeping them up.
âScottâŚI donât deserve her. Iâm not enough,â Stiles whispered, holding back his tears. Old habits die hard.
âYou donât know that,â Scott took a step forward and placed a hand on Stilesâ shoulder. âJust talk to her man.â Scott continued with his speech, but Stiles stopped listening, suddenly feeling and overwhelm urge that something was wrong.
âScottâŚwhere does y/n live?â Stiles said so quietly that Scott almost missed it. Scott noticed instantly his tone wasnât of resolve to see you, but of panic.
âUm, wha-â
âWhere does she live?â Stiles said, louder and more urgently. He grabbed at Scottâs shoulders, panic in his eyes while Scottâs also widened in fear at how Stiles was acting.
âUm, three houses from Allison-â
âIs she there now?!â
âUh-ye-yeah I think-â Stiles didnât bother hearing the rest of what Scott had to say as he shoved him aside and bolted down the path
Please donât be too late, he thought. Please, donât be too late!
*
You had decided that day that youâd end your life. You had read countless stories on how soulmates who had been separated or died before they got to know each other. The survivor usually killed themselves after theyâve aged another ten years. Usually, the were miserable the entire time with their powers draining to the point where some couldnât even access their abilities anymore. You didnât want to come to that fate. If it was inevitable, youâd get it out of the way, saving yourself from years of grief and giving Stiles the life he wanted.
You sat next to the bathtub, swirling the water around with your hand. Honestly, you werenât sure why you had it on; you werenât going to get in. Maybe to make it easier?
You looked at the silver dagger, a gift from one of your old friends who were driven out of your hometown for being a Dark, and decided it was now or never. Picking up the blade, you pressed the tip to the skin on your wrist, tears streaking down your cheeks. You didnât want to die; you wanted a life with your soulmate, with Stiles. But he didnât want youâŚGod, youâve never felt so unlovable in your entire fucking life.
Taking a deep breath, you let the blade slowly cut through your skin, seeing the crimson blood leak out slowly.
Then the door flew open, startling you and causing you to jump. You jerked your head in the direction of the open doorway with Stiles standing there. He was breathing heavily, his forehead covered in sweat. Seeing the knife in your hand, his eyes widened.
For a split second, neither of you moved, unsure what to do.
âWHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUâRE DOING?â Stiles sprang into action, rushing toward grabbing. Forcefully, he ripped the knife out of your hand and flung it toward the wall where it stuck like a bullseye. Gently but with fever, he grabbed your shoulders and ran you over to the nearby sink, turning on the water and thrusting your wrist into the stream. He used his finger to wipe away at the blood.
âItâs not that badâŚitâs not that badâŚâ he whispered, mostly to reassure himself. After cleaning out the cut as best he could, he ran around your bathroom, frantically opening drawers and cabinets until he found the first aid kit. He pulled out the disinfectant and began to work, cleaning the wound and bandaging it up as best he could. He took in a shaky breath once he realized that you were going to be okay.
Meanwhile, you had merely been staring at him, eyes wide while you watched him work to patch you up. This didnât make sense. I thought he didnât careâŚ
You two stayed like that for a few minutes, you staring at him while he stared at your arm, his thumb smoothing over the bandage. Every so often he would dip down and press his lips to your wrist.
After what felt like an eternity, you heard Stiles mumble something, but you couldnât decipher it.
âHm?â you hummed softly, trying not to scare him away.
âWhyâŚâ he whispered, finally lifting his head to look at you properly, tears welling in his eyes.
You were confused. âWhat?â
Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders roughly, forcing you to stand and walk backwards until your back was pressed against a wall. Tears fell openly across his face while he looked at you with a mixture of pain, panic, andâŚlove?
âWhy? Why would you do that? Why would you even think toâŚjust please! Donât do that please just tell me why?â Stiles was pressing you, his voice becoming shakier with each passing word.
âBECAUSE YOU DONâT CARE!â You shouted angrily. Stiles jumped back, his eyes wide with shock and fear. He still held you at an armâs length away. You took a deep breath before continuing. âLookâŚif you want to spend the rest of your life alone withoutâŚwithout a soulmate, go right ahead. I wonât stop you. I want you to live the life you want. But I canât follow that path. I wonât lie, this past week and a half has been absolutely miserable, and I wonât let myself spend the next years just withering away. I wonât, I canâtâŚIâm sorryâ your voice faded away once you were finished speaking.
Stiles dipped his head low, not meeting your eye. His grip on your shoulders tightened while you two stayed there for another few moments of agonizing silence.
âI want everything for you,â Stiles spoke, voice wavering as his tears fell quicker than they were before. âI want you to have the life you deserve. A life that you want for yourself, a life filled with every opportunity that you could ever imagine. ButâŚIâm a DarkâŚall my opportunities are gone, the world just wonât let me have even a chance. I canât give that to you, I canât give you want you deserve.â
âBut what about what I want?â Stilesâ eyes snapped up to meet yours with a hopeful look in them. âWhat I want, more than anything, is you. My soulmate. I want you with me. Iâve been waiting my entire life to meet you and show you just how much I care about you. I donât need anything else. And I promise you, Stiles, that no matter what hell you went through to get to where you are now, I promise Iâm not going to run away. Iâll be right here, by your side. Like how we are meant to be. Youâre the only one for me,â
Stiles head fell forward until your foreheads were pressed together. You could hear him take in shaky breaths as he tried to calm himself down.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so so sorry. I didnât mean what I said, I just-I donât-Iâve never had someone like you in my life before. I shouldnât have ran away that dayâŚI just got so scared that I would fuck things up, then I went ahead and fucked things up. Iâm sorryâŚIâm sorryâŚâ
He moved his head to the crook between your neck and shoulder, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He continued to mumble constant apologizes while you reassured him. You could feel his warm tears soak the front of your shirt as he breaths became less ragged until finally his breathing was slow and deep; your heartbeats in sync with each other. The depression fog you had felt after that day slowly began to lift with a sense of peace washing over the both of you.
Stiles was the first to pull back, taking one step away. You looked at each other, the sexual tension dropping in out of nowhere.
Seriously? You thought. You canât wait? Weâre having a moment! Of course you knew how it was with the first few days interacting with your soulmate. Biology stops for no one.
His hand slid down until you two were holding hands, giving you a small smile in the process. The other hand ran through his hair nervously.
âUmâŚth-that day, uh, after we-um-after we-â
âHad sex?â you offered. A deep blush settled onto his cheeks, his eyes widened at your bluntness.
âUh, yeah, wellâŚâ Stiles trailed off, gripping your hand tighter.
âYou donât have to be afraid,â you said, gently placing your other hand on top of his. âIâm not gonna bolt out the door at a personal question. Weâre soulmates, we should probably know each other pretty well, or at least know what our favorite color is,â Stiles laughed at your comment, and while it wasnât a long or loud laugh, you still felt accomplished.
ââŚyellow,â Stiles said with smile still split across his face. âItâs yellow.â
You smiled back at him, giggling at the irony. âSoâs mine,â He grin brightened. âSoâŚwhat did you want to ask me?â
Stiles pressed his lips into a thin line before clearing his throat, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. The sexual tension laid thick between you two, appear almost out of nowhere. âWere you a virgin before we had sex?â Sex wasnât something he often talked about, so talking about it so openly, especially with you, still made him a little uncomfortable.
You squeezed his hand, silently congratulating him for that minor win. âI was. I had a boyfriend back in my hometownâŚAdamâŚâ
Stiles eyes widened, his jaw falling to the floor. âYou dated the guy that almost killed me?â He nearly shouted, tone harsh.
You scowled at him. âI killed him, Stiles, to save you. IâŚI didnât even think twiceâŚâ Your face quickly changed from anger toâŚsadness? No, that wasnât right. Stiles had seen that look on his face numerous times. Guilt.
He panicked slightly, unsure of what to do. Heâs never really comforted someone before. Looking back now, it seems like everyone else was always taking care of him. With his panic rising, he blurted the first things he could think of.
âThank you, y/n. Seriously. If you hadnât of done that, I wouldnât be standing here right nowâŚwith you,â you looked at him with a smile that didnât reach your eyes. Fuck. He wasnât good at this. âUmâŚI think it would also be good to talk to someone about itâŚâ
âNot you?â
âY/n I-â love you. Heâd almost said it but caught himself. He did, he had loved his soulmate from the second he found out he had one, but he had just gotten you after nearly losing you. He didnât want to scare you away. â-care about you. So much. ButâŚweâve just met. Right now, we donât know too much about each other, and believe me, I plan to spend every single moment I can getting to know you, but I am in no position to give you advice about this because I donât know how to help you,â he squeezed your hand gently, moving the other to cup your face, his thumb wiping away the stray tear. âAwhile ago, Scott had dragged me out to see a therapist thatâs around here. I only went twice, but honestly I wish I had kept going. She was really helpful, and she said things that I just wasnât ready to hear, so I got angry and left. But sheâs part of the reason I was able to venture out of the house once in a fucking blue moonâŚor go to dinner with Scott and his friends-â
âYou know, theyâre your friends too,â you whispered.
Stiles nodded, more to reiterate that point to himself. âI think you should see her. Sheâd be able to help you know a lot more than I could. But Iâll tell you this: Y/n, it wasnât out of malice what you did. I promise. If you hadnât of killed himâŚI wouldâve died. And I think he wouldâve killed you after finishing with me. No, scratch that. I donât think. I know. Come here,â he pulled you forward until your cheek was pressed against his shoulder, his arms around you again, only this time it was him comforting you.
âYou underestimate yourself, Stiles. I feel a little better thanks to you,â Stiles hummed, the vibrations hitting your cheek. âWouldâŚwould you come with me? Itâs not too late to go backâŚâ
He hesitated for a moment, then answered, âYeah, Iâll go with you. I owe her an apologize. I owe a lot of people an apologyâŚâ you shushed him quietly, not letting him sink into his usual self-loathing. This time, you pulled back, smiling up at him. He returned the smile, making you realize just how little youâve seen him smile, but loving it all the same.
Of course, the sexual tension from earlier had decided to hit you both like a goddamn truck. Youâve got to be fucking me, you thought. Despite what you knew, you tried to suppress your desires, not wanting to mess up this moment with him.
Unfortunately, Stiles had already felt it, and you saw his nervous ticks return. An awkward silence joined the room besides the heavy sexual tensions, clearly a perfect combination. This continued for a few painstakingly long minutes, neither of you sure of what to do.
Stiles cleared his throat, âUmâŚhow-how come you neverâŚdid anything with him?â he asked tensely, trying not to break the delicate peace you two had achieved.
âWellâŚhe wasnât my soulmate,â you said slowly. âOnce I had found out about them, I had felt guilty for taking that step with someone else. Even if I was drunk.â You shrugged. âBut if you had sex with others, Iâm not gonna freak out or anything, thatâs just how I felt. I couldnât do it even if I wanted to.â
Stiles looked down at his feet. He had felt the same way before, but once the world abandoned him, he thought heâd never meet his soulmate. He silently cursed himself, regretting every other sexual encounter that he had. âIâm guessing that wasnât how you imagined your first time would be,â he said sadly.
You shook your head. âNo, it wasnât, but that doesnât mean I didnât like it,â A smile flickered across his face. His hands slid down your body before they were settling on your hips, pulling you close to him. Your eyes looked into his honey ones. He bit his lip, his stare full of lust, want, yet it was also pleading with you.
âCan-can I try again?â he whispered, nearly inaudible. But you heard him, and all you could manage to do was nod, unable to find the words.
Tentatively, he moved his hands until they were gently cupping your face before he pressed his lips to yours. It was different from before. It was soft, almost like he was afraid to break you. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck, bringing both of you closer together than before. You felt your hearts beat together, signifying how this was all meant to be.
Slowly, the kiss became more heated, his tongue darting out to meet yours. His hands roamed freely around your body, ghosting over your breasts to settle back on your hips, giving them a squeeze.
âJump,â he breathed out between kisses. You happily complied, wrapping your legs around his torso once again, only instead of him pressing you up against the wall, he walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, placing you down gently onto the mattress as he hovered over you, smiling down at you before kissing you once again. He slid his hand up and down your thigh before lifting it up and slotting it against hip, rocking his hardened cock into your core while you rolled your hips up to meet his needy thrusts. Everything happening was slowly, but deliberately.
Leaning back, Stiles skimmed his hands down the hem of your shirt, tugging for a second before lifting it above your head and tossing it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. Since you had forgone a bra, your chest was completely bare to him. He bit his lip, looking up at you, his once honey brown eyes were now almost jet black, blown wide with lust. He moved his hands to cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly, his lips brushing at your neck.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful,â he muttered into your neck, causing you to moan out and arched your back toward him. ââM gonna take care of you, âM gonna take such good care of you baby I promise. Iâll fuck you so goodâŚso good,â He continued to palm your tits before dipping down and sealing his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. Frantically, you grabbed the back of his head, threading your fingers through his dark hair before grasping them roughly.
âFuck, StilesâŚâ you moaned, closing your eyes tightly at the sensations he was giving you, his tongue moving expertly across your chest, leaving angry red marks in his wake. You relished in the feeling, never wanted it to end.
Reluctantly, he removed his mouth from your breast with a pop, reaching behind him to remove his shirt and toss it. He shifted down further, feather touching your body until he reached the waistband of your shorts. Looping his fingers, he dragged them down your legs slowly. Too slowly. After they were thrown off you, Stiles massaged his fingertips into your thighs, spreading your legs wider to expose your covered core to him. Leaning forward, he kissed the inside of your thighs, trailing around your panties and nibbling on your hipbones. His fingers slid up and down your covered core, feeling your wetness through the soaked panties.
âStilesâŚplease, pleaseâŚâ you begged. He looked back up at you, his movements stilling. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âAs you wish, anything for you my dove, anything,â
Not taking as much care as before, he threw your panties off you, groaning at the sight of your glistening folds. Adjusting himself so he was on his stomach, he circled his hands around your thighs, placing one final kiss on each one before he dived right in, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. You cried out instantly at the contact, your hips leaving the bed to roll into his face. That barely lasted a second while his arm snaked around and pressed your hips back down.
He began to suck on your clit harshly, flicking various patterns across the bud. His other hand moved to probed at your entrance, circling one finger around before he was sinking it in knuckle deep. He swirled his finger around slowly, thrusting a couple times before adding a second finger into your warm wet core. He glanced up to look at you, only to find your head thrown back in ecstasy, soft moans exhaling through your lips.
He tipped your head forward. âOpen your eyes dove, I wanna see you fall apart please,â Stilesâ voice was low and sultry.
You pried your eyes open, but they so heavy, every limb in your body felt boneless. âStilesâŚI-I donât know how long-â
âKeep them open as long as you can baby, I know you can do it,â Stilesâ mouth was back on your clit, slick sounds filled the room as he pumped his fingers at a speed that was nearly incomprehensible, but his eyes were on yours, pupils dilating even more at the state you were in. Â Your moans grew louder, his name spilling from your lips over and over again. The coil in your stomach tightened further while you clenched desperately around his fingers, drawing him in further and further.
âStiles, I-Iâm close!â you panted out.
âSâokay, baby, let go Iâve got you, Iâve got you baby,â And with a particular thrust of his fingers and another harsh suck on your clit, you came undone. Closing your eyes tightly and throwing your head back, you orgasm crushed over you, shaking your entire body as you grabbed the sheets of the bed. His tongue continued to work against you, lapping up all your juices from you. You jerked and spasmed in his grip, toes curling at the over-stimulation until he pulled away, smiling cockily at you and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
Stiles hovered over you once again, bracing himself on one forearm while the gripped your right hip. He peppered kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and across your face. Meanwhile, you were sucking in deep breaths trying to calm your racing heart. He smiled down at you, kissing the tip of your nose and giving you time to recover from your intense orgasm.
âYou okay? Was that alright, not too rough?â he whispered, his tone sweet and laced with adoration. You nodded, still breathless.
âIt was perfect,â you whimpered.
He smiled against your skin, moving his kisses from your face to your jaw, trailing down to your neck. âGood,â he said. âI wanted it to be perfect. I want _everything _to be perfect for you. I want absolutely everything for you, my dove,â he continued to kiss your neck softly, not pressing any further to let you recover. âDo you want to take a break? We do have to keep going,â your heart melting at his words, a smile tugging at your lips.
âItâs okay, I want to keep going,â you said confidently.
âGood,â he smiled genuinely at you, placing a chaste but sweet kiss to your lips. You sighed into the kiss, disappointed when it ended all too soon.
Stiles moved to stand, undoing the belt on his jeans quickly. Popping the button, he dragged his jeans down with his boxer. Your eyes widened, staring directly at his cock. It was large, bigger than what you remembered, although your last experience had been a lust-filled blur you canât really remember it. Honestly, it felt rude to stare, but you couldnât help it. The head was leaking with precum, and instinctively you bit your lip.
After a moment, you flicked your eyes up to see Stilesâ gaze already on yours, a cocky smirk stamped on his face. âWhatcha doing?â he said teasingly. You blushed, now doing everything in your power to avoid looking at his dick.
âUmâŚis-is it gonna fit?â Stiles laughed loudly at that.
âBaby, it fit before!â
âWell, I wasnât really pay attention before!â Now you were laughing, breaking the awkward tension that had started to form. You sat forward, reaching your hand out to stroke him before he stopped you.
âTonight, my dove, is all about you,â he said, pushing you gently back to lie among the covers again.
He crawled up toward to, spreading your legs wide and slotting his hips against yours, running his cock up and down your folds, which were still completely soaked from your previous orgasm. Stiles tipped your head forward again, the playful look from before was gone and replaced with a serious one. His eyes, however, expressed such love for one, that maybe one day he hoped to be able to find the courage to explain how intense his feelings are. Instead, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
âAre you sure?â he checked one last time. You smiled at him, nodding your head.
Placing another kiss, he lined himself up at your entrance and slowly began to push himself in. You gasped, still not used to having someone inside you. He took his time, moving his cock in inch by inch until he was seated in you completely, his hips pressed up against your own. He bit his lip, trying not to cum just by being inside your warm, wet, and tight pussy.
Your hands grabbed at his shoulders. âMove, Stiles, please! Please!â you begged.
âIâve got you, dove,â Slowly, he moved his hips back, pulling out nearly all the way before sliding back. He started slow, but each thrust into you was precise, hitting all the right places inside you. The pleasure was building in your stomach as he got deeper and deeper inside you. He was taking his time fucking you, not wanting to rush anything.
Your legs wrapped around him, locking together at your ankles so he was able to sink even deeper into you. His hot breath was against your neck, moaning out your name.
âOh fuck, youâre so tight baby,â he said, thrusting in between each punctuation. âYou feel so good, so fucking good, oh my god. Fuck! Youâre so warm, sâgood. You were made for me, dove, made for me in every possible way,â With each thrust, he picked up his speed while your fingernails dug crescent shaped moons into his skin, your mind becoming foggy with only his name running through your mind. You felt every throb of him each time he pounded into you while his whispered filthy things in your ear, spurring you on even further as you got closer and closer to the edge for the second time.
âWant more baby? Need more from me?â you let out a moan, unable to find words. He chuckled at your fucked-out state. Stilling for just a moment (you let out an uncomfortable whine), he shifted your leg to settle over his shoulder. He picked a grueling pace, thrusting into you again. By now, your moans were loud, you were pratically screaming out his name as he fucked you into oblivion. Somehow, Stiles kept up this punishing pace, chasing his own climax.
Eventually, his thrusts grew sloppy and needy, his orgasm nearing closer and closer.
âStiles-â was all of a warning you could muster that you were close too. He looked at you and pressed two of his fingers against your lips, slipping through into your mouth. You sucked on them languidly, Stilesâ eyes slipping shut as he groaned.
Pulling them out with a pop, he slid his hand back down, pressing hard against against your overly abused clit. One quick circle around the bud was all it took for you to come crashing over the edge, cumming harshly as your orgasm took over your entire body, flooding all of your senses like fire rushing up through your veins. Every single part of you shook, waves of pleasure flooding over you while Stiles fucked you through your orgasm until he came himself with a shout of your name on his lips, his cum coating your walls. That was the last thing you remembered before blacking out completely.
When you came too, you had another pair of panties on along with his shirt, and you were tucking under the covers. You pried your eyes open, only to find that Stiles was nowhere to be found. You panicked, thought that he had left you again. You stood, maneuvering on shaky legs toward the bedroom door. Leaning against the wall, you opened the door as best you could.
âStiles,â you called. No response. Dread pooled in your stomach as your anxiety heightened even further. Did he leave again? âSTILES?â you shouted.
âBaby?â he said, sounding far away. You let out a breath, relieved. You heard him climb the stairs, taking two at a time. Stiles peered around the corner, shirtless with only his boxer briefs on and a glass of water in his hand. He rushed up to you, placing a quick peck on your forehead before running into the bedroom to place the glass of water on the nightstand. Walking back to you, he scooped you up and carried you bridal style back onto the bed. âWhatâs wrong? Why did you get up?â he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âI-I got worriedâŚit seems a little silly now,â you said, not meeting his eyes.
Stiles chuckled, then nodded over to the floor, âMy pants and shoes are still here dove, I highly doubt Iâll be going anywhere without those,â he said, his tone playful. You looked to the floor, a giggle on your lips as you laughed at your obliviousness. âAnd besides,â he said, leaning and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, âIâm not going anywhere.â Stiles shuffled you around until you were laying a cheek on his chest, his heartbeat thumping steadily against your ear while your legs tangled together.
âThank you,â you whispered.
âGo to sleep, my dove.â
*
You two spent the next week in bed, pretty much just fucking the entire time. Sometimes it was slow and loving, him thrusting into you slow and deep, dragging out your experience together. Other times it was rough, him tugging on your hand as he pounded into you with godlike speed. Youâd ride on his cock, tits bouncing for him while he left fingerprint bruises into your skin, heâd have you on your knees choking on his cock, or heâd pound you from behind, pulling your back against his chest while he muttered what a good girl you were for taking him so well.
In between the sex, you two would talk about everything and nothing all at once. You found that he still had a little trouble opening up to you, which you knew would take some time. However, you would be here with open arms whenever he felt ready. Nevertheless, you still saw parts of him that you never expected: he was shy, sweet, but at the same time he was really funny. Even a little charismatic at times. You could also see just how much he cared about other people. It was buried, yes, but there.
In return, he learned so much about you. You told plenty of childhood stories, from when you broke your leg by falling down two steps of stairs (âHey! I was frail five-year-old!â) to the time on Halloween when you dressed as a werewolf and instead of saying âtrick or treat!â at the door, you howled.
Things werenât always so easy, once your little sexapade ended. A lifetime trauma of neglect wasnât going to disappear overnight, and neither was the looming guilt that you killed someone. Early on, it had been frustrating when Stiles got into his moods or had a bad day. Heâd reverted into his cold exterior shell that wouldnât open for anyone, not even you. All you wanted to do was help and he wouldnât let you. Some of the bad days, he wouldnât let you out of his sight. Other times, heâd get angry at your mere presence. Heâd shut you out and youâd angry, only for him to come around and apologize. You had decided that this wasnât exactly healthy and came up with a solution that seemed to work for him. Heâd tell you if he was having a bad day, and youâd ask if he want to talk about, wanted you to distract him from it by talking, wanted you to just hold him, or wanted to be left alone. You thanked your therapist for the idea, and it worked wonders.
Even for you, when you had your first bad day, Stiles was in a particularly good mood, and you didnât want to spoil it for him with your own troubles. But he was smart and caught on pretty quick that something was wrong. You had immediately started sobbing, thinking you had ruined everything when he used your own tricks against you.
The only caveat was when you both had a bad day, but overtime, your guysâ bad days became less and less frequent. You had made it a point for Stiles to go outside at least once a day, either with you or Scott, and to join all of your friends for dinner whenever they got together. Of course, heâd been reluctant to go, but eventually he did more than just sit there with a brooding look on his face. He made small comments every now and then, even allowing himself to chuckle at a joke or two. It was small progress, but progress, nonetheless.
It had been three years since you and Stiles had found each other, and for the first time in a long time you were nervous, pacing back and forth around the living room of Stilesâ home. You had asked Scott for help in distracting Stiles while you got everything ready. Slowly, your negative thoughts overcame you. Maybe this was a bad idea⌠you thought. Maybe itâs not too late to fix it! Unfortunately, just as your resolve to do this had dwindle, you heard the doorknob turn. You gasped, turning to see Stiles walk through the door, a small smile on his lips as his eyes met yours.
âHey Stiles,â you said, forcing a smile as best you could.
âHey, my dove,â he responded, taking quick steps over to turn. Placing his large hands on your waist, he pulled you closer, leaning down to kiss you, which you happily returned, thinking that you had fooled him. Obviously, you had been wrong.
âBad day?â he muttered into your lips. âWhat do you need from me baby?â
âUm, uh, not a bad day,â you stuttered.
âNervous? You havenât been nervous in awhile baby,â he squeezed at your waist reassuringly.
âWell, um, I-â
âFlustered now too? Are you sure everythingâs okay?â Stiles peered down at you, worry swimming in his eyes.
You couldnât handle that look in his eyes much longer, âI sold my house!â you blurted out.
Stilesâ eyebrows shot up to his hairline as his jaw fell open. He took a few steps back, scratching as the back of his neck nervously. âUmâŚcome again?â he asked.
You sighed, willing yourself to focus your gaze on him. âI, uh, sold my house. There was this really nice family that was moving in, and their budget was super limited and I felt really, really bad honestly it was just so spur of the moment and-â
âY/n, where are you going to live?â he asked, running a hand through his hair.
âUm, I was kinda hoping I could move in with you?â you said slowly. Stiles mouth formed an âoâ shape as he finally understood. âLook, Iâm already here nearly every single night with you, and weâre actually running out of homes here because itâs no longer just single people coming itâs whole families! And I really donât need the space especially since all my time is with you, which I absolutely love by the way, and they were pretty desperate to find a home so next thing I knew I was offering up my house, and your really shouldâve seen their faces, and-â he cut you off, grabbing your face roughly and pressing his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside with ease.
Pulling away, he smiled at you. âI would love for you to move in with me,â Stiles said with a goofy grin on his face.
You squealed, jumping into his arms while he spun you around, both of your laughter filling the air.
âSo, should we go and get your stuff?â Stiles asked after setting you down.
A blush crept onto your cheeks as you smiled nervously. âAbout that,â you drawled out. âI, uh, may or may not of had Scott distract you so I could move in all of my things,â
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, jerking his head to look around the room. âUm? It literally looks the same baby,â
âWell, there wasnât much to move, considering I had practically all of my belongings here for almost half a year now,â you said, with a sudden realization. âBut there was something I had to move over, wait here!â you ran over, placing a quick peck on his cheek before into your now shared bedroom, opening a box and filing through all the different pieces to find the letters that you had written to your soulmate before you knew it was Stiles. Gathering up the small bundle, you excitedly rushed out to a waiting Stiles. âUm, when I first heard I had a soulmate, at six, I had wanted to write you a whole bunch of letters, but my parents restricted me to one a year, so,â you chuckled nervously seeing Stilesâ eyes widened, a small smile tugging at his lips.
âWait here,â he said quickly before running out of the room. You sat down on the couch, a little confused. When he returned, your jaw dropped to the floor with the enormous pile of letters, nearly overflowing and falling out of his arms because there were so many. âUm, my parents didnât restrict me, but looking at it now, maybe they should have,â
âHoly fuck Stiles!â you laughed. âHow many are there?â
âI think I lost count after around sixty-four...?â
âSIXTY-FOUR?â By now, you couldnât stop laughing at the absurdity of it, but at the same time your heart melting at the fact that he cared so much for you then, even if you didnât know him.
Stiles smiled fondly at you. âYou should read some of them, I probably shouldâve kept them in orderâŚâ
You chuckled, plucking a random one from the pile and tearing it open. This one was from when he was nine, telling you about some of the new friends he made in fourth grade, how he loves science and hates English, and how he finally has all of his grown-up teeth in. He also complimented you, saying that no matter what you looked like, you were already the prettiest girl in the world. You smiled at how adorable he was, only for it to turn into a sad one as you wondered what happened.
The next letter was a cringey one from when he was 13 and writing some God-awful poetry (âHey, Romeo and Juliet really hit it home for me!â he had told you.) You cringed the whole time reading it but smiled at his efforts.
The last letter you grabbed was from when he was 15. His birthday was a few months away, and Stiles was spending his time wondering what his magical allegiance would be. He seen some of his older friends with powers, and they looked cool as fuck! He also mentioned how he now despises science thanks to a teacher named Mr. Harris, and his girlfriend had recently broken up with him. He said how sorry he was for dating her, thinking maybe she was you, but now he knew it wasnât, and he was going to try his best to be patient waiting for, but he was just so excited to meet you so he could spend the rest of his loving you. He signed it âLove, Stilesâ thatâs how he signed every letter.
âYou had a girlfriend?â you asked, a hint of teasing in your voice.
âYeah, uh, she broke up with me when she tried to kiss me, but I couldnât kiss her back.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause she wasnât my soulmate; she wasnât YOU. I wanted my first kiss to be with them, and she had gotten really angry and broke up with me on the spot,â his smile faltered as he talked. âI really wish I had kept that mindsetâŚâ he trailed off, not meeting your eye.
âYou know, Iâm not angry at you for that,â you said sympathetically.
âI-I know, I know!â he said quickly. âItâs just, I wish it couldâve been as special as yours was,â Stiles reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another letter. âThis is the final one I wrote to you. I had just turned sixteen,â he whispered.
His hand was shaky slightly as he held it out for you. You knew that he was opening up to you like never before.
Slowly, you opened the letter. It was shorter than the other ones you read.
Dear Soulmate,
Iâm fucked. Forever fucked. Oh God why did this have to happen to me? What the fuck did I do wrong?
I thought I could be different, but I was wrong. Even my parents are still afraid of me, afraid of what I can supposedly do. I wonât use my powers. I wonât, even if it does slowly kill me.
They all hate me now will you hate me too?
Please donât hate me
I love you.
Tears welled in your eyes. You looked up at Stiles, only to see him avoiding your gaze, much more interested in the floor.
âStiles,â you said quietly. He looked up at you, his shoulders slumped low. âYou donât have to say anything.â
âI want to,â he said, his eyes fixed onto you. âI want toâŚâ
He shuffled for a second, scratching at his face and running a hand through his hair. He leaned heavily against the wall, his head low again. âIt was instant,â he started. âThe change. One minute I had loads of friends, and the next they all despised me, throwing insult after insult. Some just pretended I didnât exist. Quite honestly, I donât know which hurt more, but either way, they all abandoned me when I needed them the most,â Stiles took in another shaky breath before continuing. âEverything changed. I got detention once for breaking a pencil and going up to sharpen it. I became what everyone thought I would be not because its who I am, but because they made me feel I had no other choice. I started getting death threats everyday that they just became normal. I tried reporting them, but everyone just assumed I was lying because Iâm a Void right? Itâs in my goddamn nature!â His voice had risen considerably, feeling something shift inside of him now that he was letting this part of his past go.
âMy parents were the only ones that still loved me, and they burned down my fucking house because of it. They killed the only people who were willing to give me a chance, who were willing to love me despite everything that had happened to me, and I just got so angry that day. So fucking angry. I decided to throw everyone out of this town. I didnât want to kill them, I just wanted to be left alone. I didnât mean to start this whole safe haven bit, but once people heard, Darks just came here so they could finally live under the sun, because they knew exactly what I had been through.
âNow the whole world has changed. Some safe havens didnât even need to fight! Their governor or whoever the fuck just said âHey this place is open for Darks! Donât like it? Fuck off, then,â and people just accepted it. Theyâre all over the entire world now! All because I just wanted the people who used to love me to go away, I didnât intend any of thisâŚand sometimes I wonder what wouldâve happened if you had known me back thenâŚwould you still love me?â
âStiles, of course I would still love you!â you exclaimed, the tears streaking down your face. âYouâre parents loved you-â
âThey had to. I was their only sonâŚâ
âAnd I was my parentsâ only daughter, and they didnât think twice before throwing me out into the streets,â you said, eyebrows furrowing. âThey throw me out without even a second glance. Thatâs how a lot of Darks ended up in the dark corners of the world; their parents threw them out. But not yours, Stiles, because they truly loved you,â you stood, walking slowly over to stand in front of Stiles. His cheeks were shiny with tears, but his eyebrows werenât furrowed, and the tension in his face was gone. You reached up to cup his face in your hands. âI know you didnât intend it, but you changed the world for the better. AndâŚIâve learned that the people who truly love you wonât care about something you have no control over. They love you for you, just like I love you, Stilesâ
His arms snaked around your waist, settling on your lower back while he pressed his forehead to yours. âI love you. So much. Iâve loved you since the second Iâve heard about even having a soulmate. I loved you that first day I saw you eating ice cream with our friends. Iâve loved you my whole lifeâŚyouâre part of the reason I didnât succumb to my isolation. I thought about getting rid of those letters, but every time I tried, I couldnât do you because I love you, and deep down, I knew that you loved me too.â
âI do love you, Stiles,â
âI know, if thereâs one thing Iâm absolutely sure about, its that you love me, and I love you,â
*
âCongratulations on the engagement!â Stiles said, patting his friend on the back.
âThanks man,â Scott said, smiling his big goofy grin. âIâm so excited to finally marry her, when are you gonna pop the question for y/n?â
Stiles smiled with a twinkle in his eye. âOh, I have a plan,â he said rather nonchalantly.
âWill I be informed of this plan?â
âNo,â
âBro! Come on, Iâm your best friend,â Scott made it a point to bring that up nearly everyday since Stiles told him that.
âI know, BUT youâll tell Allison, who will then tell y/n, making it not be a surprise anymore, and I want it to be a surprise,â
âFair enough,â
They continued on for a moment in silence. Not the awkward silence from years before when Scott had to drag him out of the house, but a comfortable one. One between good friends.
âHey,â Scott said, stopping in his tracks for a moment. Stiles looked at him concerned. âI just wanted to say how proud of you I am. Youâve really come a long way,â
âSo has the world. How many safe havens did you say there are now?â
âI think itâs around 250?â
Stiles whistled lowly at that. âOh, um, thank you,â he said, with more awkwardness then he had intended.
âOf course,â Scott said sincerely, saving the moment.
âUm, actually, if you donât mind, I could use a favor,â
âAnything,â
*
It was a lazy day for you. Stiles had woken you after a night of mind-blowing sex to tell you that he was leaving for a bit to hang with Scott. You didnât mind. After all, you were pretty sore. You could use the extra rest.
Unfortunately, you had slept another five hours, sleeping through Stiles entire visit with Scott. You wouldâve kept sleeping too, had Stiles not woken you up.
âHey, sleepyhead,â he said sweetly, gently shaking your shoulder.
âMmm,â you whined. âMore sleep,â
âBaby, its almost one in the afternoon!â he laughed incredulously at you.
You sighed, peaking one eye open to look at him. âSo?â
âSo,â he drawled. âI have a surprise for.â
You shot up at his words. âFor me? Itâs not my birthday or our anniversaryâŚâ
âCome on now, I canât surprise my lovely girlfriend just this once?â he said, tone a little smug but you didnât mind.
âWhat is it?â
He smiled, holding out an envelope for you, and for the first time in a long time, he wasnât nervous about it. Giving him a playful but confused look, you took the envelope and peered inside.
âPlane tickets?â you looked up at him, a smile spreading slowly. âWhere are we going?â
âEverywhere. Anywhere. Iâve always wanted to travel the world, and when I found out I was a Void, I didnât think it was possible, but with the way the world is now, I donât see why not. I picked out our first destination, but after that, its up to you,â Stiles took your hand in his, squeezing gently. âI was also thinking that, even though I never meant to, I started this massive shift in the world. I want to do more good, and I to abolish the safe havens so that we donât need sacred places to live. We could live wherever we want to live because weâre no different. Iâm hoping with you by my side, you could help me with that.â He smiled at you hopefully, and it took you no time to think of your answer.
âYes, yes of course!â you exclaimed, pulling him down to kiss him passionately.
âAlright, weâre leaving today. Quick! Get dressed! Start packing weâve got a lot to do baby!â He kissed quickly again before running off, babbling on for what you and him needed to do.
In no time at all, you two found yourselves at the front gate, a bag in one hand while the other held tightly onto him.
He smiled brightly, a light in his eyes twinkling. âWe could change the world, my dove,â
âTogether?â
Stiles smiled down at you. âAlways.â
And with that, the front gates opened for you. Hand in hand, you two walked out, ready to change the world.
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Just need to shout into the void for a moment.
So at my new job (idk if youâd consider it ânewâ anymore but I do) I work in a team of three, and one of us, the one who knows everything and trained me on most of what I currently know how to do â just quit.
Itâs not like, the end of the world, in that up to this point I havenât had all that much to do honestly, Iâve been struggling to keep myself busy but suddenly being giving half of someone elseâs workload I already feel overwhelmed even though nothing has officially been transferred over or anything. And Iâm like, having flashbacks to the time I was hired on at a previous job that I LOVED and then my manager quit like 6 months in and after she left everything went to shit and i still stayed for almost two years even though she was the only thing that made it a good job back then.
Plus I still feel totally like I donât know what Iâm doing when it comes to SO MANY THINGS like, her leaving feels like Iâm losing my number one source of information, Iâm just stressed atm.
Plus there is one sales person I was handed off that basically no one likes or wanted to work with because he asks like, way more of us than anyone else does and can be âsassyâ according to them. Which I have seen during our official meetings when he blatantly insulted all the field workers. My fam is like âAw you wonât have a problem with it you donât take crap from anyoneâ and Iâm like, Iâm too new! Iâm too new to not take crap!!! Lmao.
And the other guy seems nice but when I was hired on and they were discussing shuffling sales people back then, he requested to stay with the girl who is quitting so it just feels like đ I donât want the other guy and this guy doesnât want me lmao.
And now the one sales person who literally never gives me any work wants to meet and discuss âexpeditor tasksâ with me so idk where that is going to go. Iâm just having a bit of stress this morning, I donât like the unknowns đ
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To the Beat - Headcanons
(a/n) right, so here are just some headcanons/vague ideas of how i imagined the band play their songs. Either at the specific concert or in general in the future once they had grown more comfortable on stage and a bigger fanbase etc.
Also, I have no idea if this makes sense but I had all these ideas in my head that i needed to get out and on to âpaperâ, so i thought then why not just share it :)Â
Read part 1 here <---> part 2 here
If you want any other hc about the band :) just send an ask. cause this might be my new favorite au and i would love to do some further world building lmao.
The Band setlist
headcanons below cut
MR BRIGHTSIDE (The Killers)
So, Harrison starts playing on the guitar, and then the drums follow after a few beats just like in the original. Harrison sings the first verse, but Harry comes in with the harmonies in the lines like âgotta gotta be downâ and âHow did I end up like this?âÂ
Then I feel like there could be more harmonies in the pre-chorus, but the chorus itself is sung by Haz, with Tom and Harry doing like matching back up vocals (ooohs and stuff like that).Â
The second verse is sung by Harry, with harmonies done by Haz. Then at the line with the pre-echo of â(it was only a kiss) It was only a kissâ Tom is the one to say it. -Â
(sidenote, i feel, like if they performed it more, he would get more confidence into and would start improvising shit that would totally not match the song and harry would either go along with it or just ignore him. Either way, funny shit.)Â
Harry would sing most of the second pre-chorus, but the other two would join him in the last line âand taking controlâ. Then Harrison sings the final chorus. And Tom would do the echoes the song ends on (the repeated âI neverâs)Â
THE INVISIBLE MAN (Queen)
Harrison sings most of it, but like, really close to the microphone, so he doesnât have to sing it very loudly.Â
You just know Harry is having the time of his life during this song with the bass. Especially after the intro and there is that part of just bass and drums. Tom and Harry love it.Â
(also Tom does the adlibs through the verses and he shouts something randoms, but not through the mic, just into the void lol we love our adlib king)Â
Then during the chorus, Tom and Harry whisper-sing âIâm the invisible manâÂ
So the bridge is a bit more aggressive so Harry would sing that, headbanging like crazy when given the time.Â
The guitar solo⌠honestly, I donât know what to say about that without becoming a puddle. K byeee.Â
Basically they would go all out and be super extra, making Freddie Mercuy proud.Â
YOU OUGHTA KNOW (Alanis Morissette)Â
So, this is Tomâs song. It starts off with a snare drum and he sings softly, but angry just like Alanis. And the rhythm just fits considering he would also have to drum. Then the second part of the verse, he gets louder.Â
Haz and Harry do the pre-chorus in harmonies, with Tom shouting out the No in âTo be open wide, noâ Then the last two lines are for Harry (â âtil you died, until you died, but youâre still alive!â) and he shouts them out to transition into the chorus which he also sings.Â
Then then the second verse is also sung by Tom. It basically follows the same formula as the first part.Â
After the second chorus, there is that kind of echo which Haz sings. The bridge is Tomâs part again. Harry sings the last two choruses again but then the last âyou, you, you oughta knowâ is sung much softer for the DRAMA.Â
ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL (Jet)
The cough. You know that one of them would do the cough. But never at the right moment though.Â
This is another song that Harry loves to perform because its super bass⌠based, so he grabs at at the attention and gets super extra at the intro. Tom would just be vibing at the beat really. Then the guitar riff comes in and everyone just *swoons* and Harry comes in with the WhOO!
Harrison also goes all out, playing to the audience, but then for every line he would lean into the microphone, really close and then jump off it to the back, just to come back in at the next line. I donât know how to describe but.. That. And he would change his tone where it fits so in the second line of âsay you look so fine, that I really wanna make you mineâ he would end it all husky probably. And he would most definitely try to spot someone hot in the crowd and sing the next line to them with a wink (Now you don't need the money/When you look like that, do ya honey?) and his voice would go all deep and oof yeah. Just sex all around for him, really.
Harry would finish off the pre-chorus and shout his way through the chorus like the energetic weirdo that he is (how he still has a voice at the end of it all is large mystery).Â
Then the drum stops for Tom to catch a moment, not that he really needs it, and he says the âAre you gonna be my girl?â and then I die basically.Â
And then after the second chorus, the guitar starts and Tom stands up to clap, letting the audience to follow. And (hopefully) they continue with it through the rest of the song. Â
BREAK MY HEART (Dua Lipa, cover version of HEY LIFE)
The song would either start with a bass actually or a guitar that is a bit higher than the one in the playlist i set. They wouldnât play it as metal-y. Harrison sings, holding on to that mic Harry is living his life with the bass.Â
Then they all sing the first half of the pre-chorus in harmonies and it sounds amazing. The other half is for Harrison.Â
The first few lines of the chorus âI would've stayed at home/'Cause I was doin' better alone/But when you said, "Hello"/I know that was the end of it allâ is like an acapella monotone singing⌠I donât know music terms okay, deal it with <3 but then they repeat it with the instruments and harmonies.Â
It all kind of repeats itself in the same formula, I think. Then thereâs a bit of a solo at the end of the second??? chorus so that would go to Harrison. And the bridge theyâd sing together again. And there are some like background lines?? That would probably be Harry :) why did I make him the loud chaotic one?? I have no idea but try and tell me that Iâm wrong. Heâd go through like 6 bottles of water cause ya boyâs gotta STAY HYDRATED
MISS YOU (The Rolling Stones)Â
Right, so like in the fic, audience participation in the best way possible. They teach the crowd what to sing and how to sing it. So the ooohs and yadda yadda at the intro and through the rest of the song. It has a fucking great beat too so everyone is just VIBING to it and itâs a party. Harrison is doing his best with his cursive⢠singing lol. No one really understands what heâs saying but weâre here for it. Then Harry signs towards the crowd to sing and its loud and amazing and the connection!!Â
Then later on tom and harry to the back up vocals again and it just sounds like two little angels.Â
There is a part where itâs kind of slam poetry lol, about walking in central park or something (idk the song that well oops) anyway, that part is Harryâs.Â
The saxophone solos are obviously changed into a guitar solo, or a bass, or drum, whichever guy is quicker each show. Then the crowd joins in again cause they canât help it and that little ooooh/aaaah will be stuck in everyones head for the rest of the week (just like it happened to me after i went to the Rolling Stones concert, people were still singing it in the train on the way home and that is exactly the vibe we are going for here)Â
WILDFLOWER (5 Seconds of Summer)
So itâs been established that these boys do nothing but exude sex through their entire performance and this song is no exception. They start of very sweet with the wild-wildflower but from their, straight into the sin bin. Harrison is singing
 (ngl i did base him a lot on Luke Hemmings in this fic so I just had to put in a 5SOS song- even though calum sings it but do not ruin this for me OKAY)Â
In the meantime, Tom is clapping along, getting the crowd to do it, though he has to make sure the people actually stay in rhythm so it doesnât fuck up the song. Then in the pre-chorus its Tom and Harry as back-up, still for Harrison to take the lead. Until the last sentence where its Harry coming in with the âI know where tonight is going!âÂ
But hereâs the thing. The song goes âYou're the only one who makes me- Every time we-â and then thereâs the added âTell you what I likeâ which Tom is SUPPOSED to sing, but as we have established, heâs a little shit and he loves to mess around, so he would shout out weird stuff out when he got the chance, but if he couldnât think of it, then heâd at least take it to the stage to finish Hazâ sentence. So when he sings âYouâre the only one who makes me-â Tom nicely finished is it and shouts âHARDâÂ
Also I think Harry would be bopping around with his bass to the drum, cause how can you not. Â
SEVEN NATION ARMYÂ (The White Stripes)
Right so here is Harrison, aka our cursive singing king, thriving. The first part of the song doesnât even use guitar so heâs just at the microphone chilling, most definitely brushing his fingers through his hair, maybe rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Does he need to do it? No, but who minds it? Exactly, nobody.Â
But then when the guitar does finally start he is oFFFFF. Putting so much into it.Â
Tom also most definitely goes far and beyond drumming to this. itâs a simple beat but he just drums with all his body. At the begining of every verse, where its just the bass drum, you can see him step on that fucking pedal.Â
and then he adds on the other drum (idk terms, let me be) but he moves his head to each beat and he hits it fucking hard okay, so MUSCLE uhum uhum, yeah.Â
And thereâs another classic bassline in here so Harry is thriving like any time he gets to shine <3Â
CALIFORNICATION (Red Hot Chili Peppers)
So this was a slower song to kind of level all the songs that had been super energetic.Â
Itâs simply the moment where all of them can relax a bit. maybe some of the audience will turn on their flashlights. Not that the song really needs that, but its fun, so why not.Â
Harrison is at it again with the cursive, tho not as much here. He also plays around at the end of the verses, lengthening the notes and stuff. idk, making it fancy
They put in more distinct harmonies at the chorus âDream of CalifornicationâÂ
then there are the back up Oooohâs in the other verses. love those.Â
they might cut the song short, stopping before the last verse, just where its the soft guitar plating and they faded out and its time for another break :)
CHELSEA DAGGER (The Fratellis)
So they donât actually play this song. It was something that came accidentally. They probably donât even know the name of the song. But its just one of those things that everyone kinda knows. So during a break one of the 3 is fucking around on their instrument and the other two join in, still clueless, and suddenly its the crowd that does the dududududâs and there ya go, Chelsea Dagger. Just a little quickie to get everyone pumped up again after a slower song.Â
SEX ON FIRE (Kings of Leon)
Harrisonâs cursive singing strikes again, but at this point weâre all living for it. Itâs also the song where heâs a bit louder and gets up there together with Harryâs voice lol.
Then Tom sings the chorus, since this is all my self indulgence and I want him to sing the words âyour sex is on fireâ over and over again. sue me.Â
But like, he tenses up when he sings, getting it in that right emotional range, and heâs still drumming and itâs all very very hot.Â
maybe the light technicians set the lights on red or orange <3Â
MISS ALISSA (Eagles of Death Metal)Â
Hereâs my idea: they all had a veto on picking one song each for the set list and the rest had to be voted on togetherÂ
(Harrisonâs would be ---- and Tomâs would be You Oughta Know, cause he angsty like that sometimes).Â
Harry picked this song simply because its fucking fast and it was a struggle for the other two lol. Itâs basically just drums and guitar so Harry is singing and clapping, with his bass on his back, while tom is basically dying from this repeated beat, playing it nonstop for 3 minutes straight while his fucking brother is jumping around on stage.
 And the âyou aint dancingâ at the end is definitely directed at Tom.
To which Tom would nicely respond with flipping his brother off :)Â
RUBYÂ (Kaiser Chief)Â
My sweet baby angels they start with the tadataâs togetherÂ
And Harry sings the verse and the chorus, with Tom and Haz doing the back up vocals.Â
Cause he sings the most of this song, he sometimes slacks with the bass, just letting it go all together, to hold on to the mic (or taking it with him and dancing around the stage during the chorus)Â
and during the bridge he could very well bend down to sing to the audience directlyÂ
so the people *swoon* once againÂ
and he would be deep in eye contact with someone for that bridge, just for the chorus to start again and heâd jump up and be all bouncy again. we love variety
in short, this concert would not be good for my heartÂ
STAR GIRL (McFly)
The only real reason why the chose this song is cause theyâre 12 year old boys and the lines of the second verse made them laugh (thereâs nothing on Earth that can save us, when i fell in love with Uranus) and i mean, who can blame them. But its also just a really fun song that the crowd can easily join into as well - gotta love the whoohoo-ooooâs .Â
And speaking of, after the bridge and trumpet/in this case guitar solo, thereâs a few counts of silence. You can bet that the audience misses it by like half a beat which the boys enjoy immensely. Sometimes they would even go out of their way to make the pause even longer to mess with people.Â
But basically, the do end up loving this song, especially Tom and Harry. they have possibly argued about who sings which part, so they end up just switching through shows (tho Harry gets to do the bridge, since he has the loudest voice<3)
COME TOGETHER (The Beatles)
They specifically chose this song to finish the show off with.Â
cause it really brings everyone together.Â
they might sing it a bit differently though, maybe more like Aerosmith
(they tried Gary Clark Jr.âs version but they felt like they couldnât do it as big as he did it)Â Â
they definitely fool the crowd to when to sing Come Together or not, very anticlamactic and all but it wonât make anyone love them any less.Â
but once they do sing it, ChilssssÂ
and they do each a verse, so first Harrison, then Harry, and finally Tom. and they all finish their own verse very dramatic in their own little ways.Â
Harrison barely understandable, but very dramaticÂ
Harry basically screams it outÂ
and Tom is just SEXâ˘Â
and then they finish the show off with extended soloâs and I cry againÂ
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Okay hello please consider: in Porter Robinsonâs âMirrorâ, use a G Maj chord on the line âyouâre cut down too easilyâ so the progression sounds more like Eb M -> G M -> C m -> Ab Maj (?) youâre probably the only music theorist I follow on here adsgdhhf
MUSIC THEORIST AAA hardly
I wish tho. Iâve taken classes on it but I donât REALLY know what Iâm doing yâknow. Itâs still hard to remember what everything means in my head all at once, but you have given me a music theory and I am looking đ
Not exactly sure what Iâm supposed to consider about this chord progression or what conclusion Iâm supposed to draw from it. Iâd have to find out what key mirror is in and look through my notes on chord progressions and probably watch like five 12tone videos to finally reach an answer Iâm confident about lmao. But knowing myself I might just do this later or tomorrow- and then go shout to the void of my blog about the incomprehensibly specific emotions evoked by the chords in that part of mirror and what colors they sound like as if Iâve cracked the code of the universe.
So Iâll... get back to you? Probably in the form of an overly enthusiastic essay length text post whenever I find the time/motivation đ
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A Friend from Another Life
Someone else is here. She shot up, pulling out her wingman and glancing down the stairs, getting low to the ground- small and undetectable. They know you- they knew you. A chill shot up her spine, and her hand flew to her radio, only to find it blocked out by static. Of course, she thought. Glancing out a gap though the wall, she saw nothing. She jumped at a bug which flew by, before retreating back into the building- either out of preparation or pure fear.
[based off a convseration on discord, then started at 2am last night soo lmao]
Also on AO3!
Sent on a scouting mission for Loba, she held a hand on her Wingman and an ear out for, well, herself.
âIt's familiar, here.â She thought. âWhat's the deal?â Her quiet question echoed in her mind, no whispers from the void answering her question, suspiciously. âFine, be like that.â The swamps of King's Canyon were peaceful at night, all the flyers asleep and bugs chittering about. It's peaceful- yet Wraith felt anything but. She stepped up through the ruined houses, water dripping through the floorboards above and pooling below the house. She grinned as she remembered downing Elliott here, both of them away from their squads to loot. She brushed the spot where he lay before returning to the dropship, and a crackle of electricity shot through her.
Someone else is here.
She shot up, pulling out her wingman and glancing down the stairs, getting low to the ground- small and undetectable.
They know you- they knew you.
A chill shot up her spine, and her hand flew to her radio, only to find it blocked out by static. Of course , she thought. Glancing out a gap though the wall, she saw nothing. She jumped at a bug which flew by, before retreating back into the building- either out of preparation or pure fear.
She took a breathe, clutching her gun in one hand firmly and preparing to void run out if she found herself outnumbered. "Okay. Best case scenario, no one's here. WorstâŚ" Her thoughts trailed off, not knowing the worst case. The entire IMC-Hammond army? Shadow Revenant? "Breathe, Wraith. Focus." She took a hesitant step, moving down the stairs. The woman pointed her pistol at the door, then the other. She repeated this until she gently pushed the door open and quickly phased out of instinct. A strange, metallic glint below the water caught her eye, and she returned to reality and clicked on her radio. "Hey, Loba, I found something. I'll get back to you in a sec." She said, quiet and calm, though she was painfully aware of every sound. You were close, back then. Wraith stopped, shook her head and set up the scanner Crypto had given her with. The voices did this occasionally, played with her. Of course, the fighter had grown used to the occasional tease or quip from some other her. But this⌠this felt cruel, if they were joking. Wraith, once more, got low to the ground and reached for a weapon, this time her Kunai, knowing she'd give herself enough time to get away if she takes one person out with it. Beep! She quickly moved over to the scanner, and she dropped the screen as soon as she saw the results. There was a titan under there. A Ronin to be specific- IMC, but clearly abandoned. She turned the scanner onto the drill setting as Crypto told her to- and she dug down deep enough for the Titan to boot itself.
"If this titan attacks me and there's not even a grenade around here, I'm fucked." Wraith though, hands both of her on weapons."Wraith, any progress?" Loba's voice pierced the silence, but Wraith clicked off her radio-link and dropped it, as she heard the Titan make the first signs of being online.
"Ro⌠Ronin Unit... VW-9767⌠online." He said, his chrome paint obviously chipped away from ages of neglect. Wraith stood silent for a moment, waiting for any movement. Upon realising that it was unable to move she stepped forwards. "VW, um," She paused again, really not knowing what to say. "How long have you been here?" "Records show I have been stationary for the last⌠1,857 days. 5 years, a month and two days. I have remained in a state of standby until my pilot's return." The Titan relayed back, and Wraith sighed. "Who⌠who is your pilot?" She asked, and it was unlikely she'd get back someone she knew, right? "My pilot is⌠Senior Research Pilot Renee Blasey." They said, unleashing a storm of whispers from the void. He knew you. You were close. He's low on power. You left him here. He's not a threat. "You⌠knew me? I was your pilot?" She asked, hesitantly. The Titan said nothing for a moment. "After running a scan on your vocal pattern, I can confirm that you are, indeed, my pilot." The titan shifted slightly, its arm trying to move out of the ground, to no avail. Wraith muttered a 'don't move' before moving to drill out the Ronin. "If I may ask, where have you been, pilot?" Wraith said nothing in reply, not sure how to say that she woke up in an IMC mental institution, was experimented on and then broke out and joined a bloodsport commissioned by Kuben Blisk himself. That's not so easy to explain. "I've, uh, I lost my memories a while back." She said lowly, even a little guiltily. "I'm sorry, VW. If I knewâŚ" "I understand, pilot. Please, do not feel guilty on my behalf." VW replied, matching his pilot's low tone. "While you were gone, I was in a state of low power- much like sleep- but unfortunately, I am still in need of an extra battery." "Alright." She replied, stepping back and letting VW move out of the hole. Clunkily and slowly, the Ronin pulled himself out the hole and moved all his joints as to get rid of all the dirt which clogged them up. âDo you know where to get a battery, VW?â âScanning the environmentâŚâ He paused, his sensors analysing the local surroundings. âThere are none nearby. However, there seems to be a dropship incoming shortly to the west of here.â Wraithâs eyes shot up- before dashing over to the radio unit she dropped on the floor. â-raith?! Come in, Wraith!â Lobaâs voice echoed down the radio unit, clearly anxious.
âIâm here.â She cooly replied, placing the radio unit in her ear. She hears a sigh of relief and a quiet âoh mon dieuâ from Natalie, who assumedly rushed over to help find her. âDid you send a dropship out?ââWe did, but Iâve only just left. You okay?â Bangaloreâs voice met her, sounds of a ship in the background.
âShit.â The smaller woman cursed, panicking. Someone else was after the titan- or her. âIâll call you back.â
âWai-â She cut off the radio, before pocketing it and glancing back at VW. âYou have enough battery in case we need to fight?â She asked her titan, who replied, âYes, though I donât have too long before my last battery runs out.â She nodded stepping toward him. âYour helmet is in my cockpit.â He said before opening up, allowing Wraith to swing in and see the helmet. It was dark purple and had a small yellow triangle on it. She paused, realising it was the helmet the other Wraith was wearing when she was in the IMC headquarters. âSomething wrong?â She smiled slightly. âNo, not at all.â She slipped it on and sat in the seat, allowing VW to autopilot. She watched the HUD appear on the screen in front of her. Three statements appeared in red before disappearing again. Protocol 1: Link to Pilot Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission Protocol 3: Protect the Pilot âWhen was the last time you were in a titan, pilot?â VW asked, starting to move. Each step was slow and calculated- though there was improvement until VW got into his usual stride. âI havenât.â She replied, adjusting to the movement. âOkay, our neural link will be suboptimal for a few days, but as long as you keep that helmet on, your link to me will calibrate and improve.â She nodded, feeling the linkâs slight influence on VWâs movement. The dropship could be heard nearby but Wraith felt confident in her titanâs abilities. âSo, tell me, pilot, is the IMC still a thing?â âWell,â She thought for a moment, memories rushing back to here and fleeting just as quick. âItâs, uh, complicated? I donât work for them, if thatâs what youâre asking.â âI see.â The titan was quiet, for a moment Wraith was scared the titan was about to turn on her before something appeared again. Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission - Unclear..? âWraith, report!â Bangalore ordered, her radio crackling to life. VW scanned the radio briefly, before, âI have linked your radio to your helmet, pilot.â âHoly SHIT, IS THAT A TITAN?!â Bangalore shouted, dropship looming above. âItâs a long story, Bangs. Iâll explain at Elliottâs.â She replied, seeing a dropship hovering over the Hydro Dam. âWhere are you?â âOver the ARES Capacitor, why?â Youâre being looked at.âFuck. VW, cut through those trees-â She ordered, her link too weak to take full control. She looked back, and she saw that they were attracting attention. â-go, NOW!â He picked up the pace, wobbling slightly but following his orders instantly. Wraith felt a calming feeling and assumed it was VWâs response to her nerves. Picking up the pace, he neared the Capacitor, and Bangalore waved them over, surprise evident on her face.âWraith, I hate to tell you this, but there is no fucking way that Ronin is getting on here.â Bangalore stated, and Wraith hummed in the affirmative.âPilot, if I may suggest something?â VW asked.âSure, go on.â âIf you eject my AI core, then you may upload me into a newer titan later on.â Wraith hummed, considering it for a moment before going.âYeah, that sounds like a plan.â She stood slightly, allowing VW to let her out before she stood in front of him, allowing him to kneel down.âAnd Pilot?ââYeah?ââThank you for finding me. I⌠I missed you.âWraith smiled and placed a hand on his eye. Gently, she felt it push against her hand and she pulled it out, along with the SERE Kit. Bangalore gave a low wolf whistle as Wraith pulled off her helmet, and took the SERE Kit from her.âHavenât seen oneâ a these for a long time. FNGâs would always try anâ steal from the titans.â The soldier said, pulling out the smart pistol briefly, and putting it back in. âSo, how long were you gonna hide you were a pilot?ââI didnât know, Bang. Apparently, I was a âSenior Research Pilotâ, which explains a few things, I guess.â Bangalore nodded, having too much respect for Wraith to push any further. âWell, letâs get you back, and then weâll figure out how to get you a chassis.âWraith nodded, before taking one look at her old titan and her helmet before stepping onto the dropship.
#apex#Apex Legends#Wraith#renee blasey#bangalore#anita williams#loba#loba andrade#titanfall 2#ronin tf2#my writing
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Heyy cami 𼺠how are u?? đ Ik this is random but what do you hope happens next season in st? I'd love to hear what you think :]
oh man i have THOUGHTS on this lmao. buckle in im on my laptop i mean business and i am gonna get obnoxious okay here goes lmao (potential spoilers under the cut as i talk about tweets and set pics)
okay so something ive been saying since the day i finished s3 is the american is brenner!!!!! not hopper!!!! yes, hopper is there, but brenner is the american. alexei says they figured out that the gate needed to be in hawkins. HOW would they know that if they hadnât captured brenner?? also im p sure ive been confirmed right on this bc the actor who plays brenner has tweeted in a way that p much confirms hes gonna be in s4. so with all that considered, my biggest/most probable prediction is that brenner and hopper are gonna have to team up to escape the prison together. my hope is that we get a moment where brenner learns that hopper was housing el and hes all smug and evil like âdoes she know youâre the one who sold her out in the first place?â bc i need!!!! that!!!! to be!!!! acknowledged!!!!!
and. if anyone listens to me shout into this void. you may know that my biggest, most self-indulgent, unrealistic dream is a mike/nancy/karen team up. let the wheelers be smart badasses together!!!!! karen picked nancys lock with a hairpin!!!! she knew not to trust the government in s1!!!! bring back s1 karen and her intelligence and her love for her children and let her in on the monster hunting!!!! seriously if karen never finds out in this show what her kids have gone through im going to be so upset
which brings me to mr clarke!! another point i harp on every time i get the chance lmao. he has helped saved the world 3 times!! and he doesnât even know!!!! he deserves to know!!!! perhaps it would scare him but im proud of him and he deserves to be proud of himself as well lmao
even more personal/self-indulgent but i really miss becky and terry ): theyâre such amazing characters and el deserves to have a relationship with them, i think itâs so unrealistic that becky would never reach out after elâs visit. like she knows who to call!! hopper and joyce went to see her!! and also she knows el has super powers so like, sheâs in it lmao. and terry!! is so badass and lovely!! and also has superpowers!! i want to know more!!!! is this motivated by me being gay and wanting to see them bc theyâre both ridiculously beautiful? perhaps lmao
also, on a s4 spoilers/set pics note, there have been set pictures of every main characters whos in hawkins shooting except for mike!!!! where is my boy!!!! why is he alone!!!! he better be with nancy bc (from what ive seen so far, pls link me to set pics proving me wrong if u have them) nancys only been pictured alone (ive heard she was with someone else who sounded like robin at one point but there havenât been set pics of them together) and we havenât seen mike yet, so i hope they come together. also i want mike angst bc yes hes my favorite but yes i love seeing him suffer lmao
in terms of the byers family, i want more protective jonathan. i also want el to get her powers back, though i admittedly dont know why i want that lol. but yeah sibling bonding is a big thing i want, like jonathan and will are so close and im really excited to see el getting in on that. i think she and will are gonna be super awkward around each other tbh, but i think theyâll form a friendship once they walk through all theyâve done for each other. and i loveee protective jonathan ): such a good older brother i love him. i do definitely want more will roasts tho lmao âis that why you dont have any friendsâ was so iconic
and obviously i want lots and lots of mileven lol, tho unfortunately idk how likely that will be with them separated /: but im really hoping mike and nancy will bond over missing their s/oâs
i also want lumax to get back to their s2 dynamic. they were such a good team in s2 i miss it ):
im a lil nervous about all these new characters, but max and robin are both amazing so im not actually too pessimistic about it.
and i want more of mike being super smart, thatâs my strangely intelligent son and i love him!! seriously my dream team is nancy/robin/mike/lucas, they could get all the shit done so quick theyâre all so smart lol. although nancy, mike, and lucas are all super stubborn too so robin might not have a great time lmao. also max would be great on that team.
tbh i donât have many hopes for steve and dustin?? i feel like the writers found a fan favorite team in them that theyâre never gonna mess with bc itâs universally loved lmao
ty for the ask!! i cannot wait for more set pics and promo and of course the actual season to come out!!
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Would you please do HCâs for the blue lions reacting to Child!Bylethâs transformation after the sealed forest fight against Kronya and Solon? I love your writing!
HOLY SHIT THATS A LOT OF YOU NOW THAT I ACTUALLY PUT THESE TOGETHER
Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!
Sorry it took me a bit to get to this concept, and thanks for the kind words, anons!
As for this ask, Iâll only be doing Blue Lions as Iâm afraid that Iâll just make 3 different variations that pretty much have the same reactions.
AND also Iâll be combining ALL of these asks into one since it falls under the same umbrella pretty much so FUSION ASKS TO COMBINE INTO A MEGA ONE! Quality over quantity as I say.
Thanks for the asks anons, @straynoel, and @hopeful-blue-wanderer! I hope you enjoy!
though Iâm not doing the KH music bit, this is a bit too serious for that lmao
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Adjustments (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)
Child!Byleth Professor AU
Everyoneâs trying to get used to the new professor after his transformation butâŚSome are having a bit of a hard time trying toâŚ
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When Byleth finally woke back up at first everyone was excited that he was alright.
However, they seemed to notice he wasâŚdifferent.
Felix noticed that the tiny professor no longer came to free-form training, always shutting himself away.
Sylvain couldnât recall the last time he smiled, even in the presence of Flayn. It was like he was hollow inside, and considering how he was before, it was extremely concerning.
During the lectures, Ingrid began counting how many times it looked like he was completely out of it, his mind seemingly not even there sometimes.
Dedue and Ashe realized that he had been eating less and less lately. It wasnât that he didnât enjoy their cooking, it seemed more like he couldnât even stomach anything.
Annette and Mercedes were crushed by how expressionless he had become lately. Granted, he never was that expressive to begin with. However, even his words seemed half-hearted, and they were one of the first ones to notice whenever he smiled it wasnât genuine.
At some point or another, Dimitri heard his classmateâs thoughts on the situation, and it seemed like the entire school was catching on.
He didnât know what happened to his professor that caused this sudden shift, but he wouldnât let this happen.
Byleth was finally beginning to show so much emotion, and now it was about to be taken away? Dimitri refused that fate. The class needed the professor back.
Midnight, CathedralâŚ
Dimitri went to the Cathedral to pray until he saw a small green haired child in front of the statues.
No doubt about it, it was Byleth.
âProfessor?â
Byleth didnât turn to face Dimitri, but replied.
âCouldnât sleep?â
âSomething like thatâŚtruth be told, the reason why Iâm up is because Iâm worried about you.â
ââŚIâm sorry I made you worry then, Dimitri.â
âWell, itâs not just me, professor. Everyoneâs worried. Even Felix, believe it or notâŚ!â
Byleth let out a little chuckle, though Dimitri could tell his mood would not be lifted that easily.
âI never got to ask butâŚwhat happened that day, Professor?â
Byleth stood still for a moment, considering whether or not to actually confide in Dimitri about all that happened.
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He was waiting for some piece of advice from Sothis butâŚ
âŚYouâre still gone, arenât you?
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âYou IDIOT! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!â Sothis shouted out.
They were now trapped in some god-forsaken void, much like the ones the two communicated in.
âAre you a boulder that just keeps rolling on no matter the hill?! No, even a boulder has more sense!â
âTch, quiet! We need to think of a way to get out of this mess!â
âThat YOU GOT US INTO! CHARGING INTO AN ENEMY TRAP SO EASILY!âŚâ
Sothis sighed. She knew that yelling wasnât going to help.
After a bit of examination, the void they were in would not be so easily escapedâŚ
They had no other choiceâŚ
âYou know BylethâŚâ
Byleth turned towards her when she said his name. She never did that unless she was gravely serious about something.
Which meant the words about to come out of her mouth was not going to be good.
And it wasnât.
She pointed out the fact she had always been inside Byleth, perhaps she was the reason he never laughed or cried as a baby, hell even know he didnât seem to be showing much emotionâŚUntil he started teaching the Blue Lions class, anyway.
Rhea did something, it wasnât clear what, to fuse them togetherâŚThat being said, it was going to take the power of a god to leave this hellholeâŚ
Which meant Sothis had to disappear.
âWhat?! If youâre a goddess, then there can be another way, right!?â
âCalm down, when I say âdisappearâ I do not mean all that I am will be no more. My soul will join with yours, and you and I will never be apartâŚBut, I shall no longer have the chance to speak with youâŚI will miss it.â
Byleth hesitated for a moment.
Despite his grumblings throughout the year, he did come to enjoy Sothisâ company.
The fact she was able to turn back time helped him save so many lives.
The fact she was a confidant for him, without being judged for saying what was on his mind.
The fact she knew his feelings and told him what to do with them, ranging from Flayn to the idiotic banters of the other classmates.
âŚThe fact she had become a dear friend.
âFor all that you have done, BylethâŚThank you, Iâm glad it was you to whom my fate was boundâŚâ
Byleth sighed and looked at her one last time.
âIâm glad you were here with me, SothisâŚâ
âRecall what I said, though we are apart, I will never disappear from you. I will be watching, and you will never be aloneâŚâ
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He still wasnât used to Sothis being gone.
There were so many times he expected to hear her complain about what he was doing, or when he said something, expecting a smartass remark.
Yet, there was nothing.
He tested his abilities himself, he was able to use Divine Pulse without her butâŚ
Even though she was most likely watchingâŚit felt incredibly lonely.
As embarrassing as it was to admit, having her as company alongside his stuffed bird at night was comforting.
She was someone he could always talk to, whether they liked it or not at times.
Even though she quite literally fused with him, he feltâŚempty without her.
He wanted to laugh at himselfâŚmore accurately, he wanted Sothis to laugh at the fact he was getting sentimental about something so childish butâŚ
Still, there was nothing.
There would be nothing for the remainder of his life, most likely.
âProfessor?â
Byleth turned to Dimitri, trying to act like he wasnât so deep in thought he almost lost himself.
âAreâŚAre you crying?â
Bylethâs eyes went wide, reaching for his eyes.
âŚSure enough, he felt a few tears coming out.
âIâŚguess I am.â
Dimitri sighed and looked at his professor with very harsh eyes.
âProfessor, what is happening to you? Itâs like youâve become an entirely different person since youâve gotten back!â
âI-Iâm sorryâŚ-â
âPlease, donât apologize. WeâŚWe just want to make sure that youâre still here.â
ââŚWhat do you mean?â
âByleth, I have seen you grow up so much during the past year. At first, I was quite concerned a child would be teaching us, an emotionless one at thatâŚBut as the year went on, I saw your true colors crack here and there. Ha, with no small part from Mercedes and Annette.â
They both smiled, but Dimitri continued.
âAnd soâŚit pains me to see you going back to seems like square one.â
ââŚâ
âProfessor, I am aware that so much has happened butâŚweâre here for you. Iâm here for you.â
Byleth sat down at one of the piers, and Dimitri sat next to him.
âWellâŚI want to, truthfully, but youâll never believe me.â
âTry me.â
âThe goddess, Sothis was one of my best friends, and now sheâs gone.â
Dimitri honestly couldnât tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not.
ââŚJust one of, right? That means you have several.â
Now, Byleth let out a genuine chuckle.
âWell, if we count my stuffed bird as one..!â
Dimitri couldnât help but laugh at that.
âWell, heâs a good listener, but I canât say that itâd be good to talk to him for advice.â
Byleth smiled, but his face darkened.
ââŚDimitri. I hope you know I consider you someone I trust deeply. ButâŚâ
He clenched his fists.
âEveryone I trusted is gone. Dad, Sothis, my mercenary groupâŚI donât want to lose you as well.â
Dimitri instinctively patted Bylethâs head.
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The fact Byleth didnât react violently meant that he really did trust Dimitri.
âDonât you worry, Byleth. Iâm not going anywhere until my duty is done. I promise.â
Byleth looked up at Dimitri and smiled.
ââŚThank you, Dimitri. I really needed to hear that.â
âOf courseâŚNow, letâs head back shall we? Itâs not a good habit to keep staying awake this late everytime you feel bad you know!â
Byleth lightly punched Dimitri in the arm, and started following him out.
Though, Dimitri noticed Byleth was very sluggish in his movement.Â
He must be exhausted after spilling his heart out like thatâŚ
Dimitri picked up Byleth onto his arms, giving him a piggyback ride. and started walking out.
At first, Byleth tried to squirm, but he eventually stopped.
And soon, he heard him snoring. Dimitri smiled to himself, and slowly walked back to the Professorâs room.
Five years is how long weâll be apart soon, huh?
And to think, this single year has gone by so fast.
I wonder how our reunion will go now that you changed so much, my tiny professorâŚ
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