#srry if i stole your work

[quintinavalon]

[crashnbrn]

DON'T BE A SPACE MORMON!

season 7, ep 3

[parasolemn]

doodle of Authority? it is my fav skill...

ehe. whoopsies! sorry anon it's been. A Month. and no end in sight

anyways images for you

you can probably already tell some of these are. Older. but yea. there was a lot of "well it's just a doodle I don't need to go super hard on these" and then "this is awful we need to start over" so. there's. a lot of images. most I've drawn this freak ever actually

deserved though. big thanks to my New Buddy who made me see the light like two months ago. he [LONG RAMBLE I DELETED] 🤨 UUGHHH I can't go off on a ramble about authority rn I'm unnormal about him sadly but I have so many words in my brain about him and all the other skills ue ue ue

i should post images...

i did some doodles in my book too when i was working but. eeeh? wasn't really sure if this was what you were after either... also I always take an opportunity to draw encyclopedia hi ency hi. i love throwing ency at the other skills i love thinking about skill interactions

don't mind the date on the last image I accidentally dated it 1st jan instead of 1st feb and couldn't be fucked to fix it. as I said, Old (can i even say stuff is old if it's a month old. uhm. wll i changed my art style so it counts)

parcark: nobody else is autistic about DE skills like you are they won't want to see them blorbified in an ooc but funny way. also parcark:

this was not worth a month's wait. oops.

COUGHCOUGH BY THE WAY . volition design is from @tubrasko (this wasnt the image i asked you abt btw i'm doing a larger one than this RN!!!! grins) suggestion design is from @vesli1 sorry for butchering your boy a bit I only had a pen my pencil broke 💔 empathyyy i stole from @trialofasphodel waves at you Hi ! i know both of u have seen these imgs b4 btw srry for re @ ing you the auth and drama designs are froommmm spilledkaleidoscope I won't @ that's scary.cough

love him. ok bye anon !! i hope you don't mind i know these aren't the best quality o7

[lekeyeh24]

If your comfortable with it could you write 42!miles and black widow reader 'enemies to lover's ' type of thing but what if in another dimension they are older and have kids and those kids getting in dimension 42. They are twins and 15 but just them being confused couse "why were our parents so mean to each other when they were our age"

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ofc thanks for the ideas guys i love it please send me all your guys ideas and i will totally write them as soon as possible!💕

earth 42 miles morales x fem black/Latina reader enemies to lovers

Miles pov

I was walking up the stairs when I felt someone bump into my left solder as I looked up to see who the hell bumped into me I realized it was y/n I rolled my eyes and said “watch where your going you need glasses or sum damn” you see me and y/n NEVER got along it was because when we were younger she stole my juice box from me and drank it as I was CRYING so I pushed her and she pushed me and we got into a fight (yall they were both 5✋🏼😭) after our moms broke us up we both yelled at the same time “I HATE YU” and that how we hate each other.

y/ns pov

“me? watch where your going dickhead you the one whos in my way” Miles gets on my nerves and always starts something. while youbwere both arguing his mom mrs. rio yelled “BOTH OF YU ENOUGH. Miles, ¿qué te pasa? y tú/n, ¿qué te pasa?, solías estar tan cerca ahora, mirad todos, solo prepárate, estamos cenando en el apartamento y/ns, date prisa antes de que la comida se enfríe.” you both stared in shock as miles mom had went into my apartment door. We both looked at each other just then I lightly shoved him out of my way he glared at me as I walked passed but i didnt care i went into my apartment door miles following not far after me.

no ones pov

as the night when on miles and y/n were in her room doing what their moms had asked them to do get along but oh no they were arguing in her room as well until this big hole came out of no where and they hadn’t realized that two 15 yr old twin boys had came out from the portal looking right at them.

miles pov

me and y/n were arguing when all of a sudden we heard a voice called out from in her room, we kept arguing think that it was one of our moms talking or something when in reality it was theses two twin boys in the room

Carters pov (one of your twins)

“mom dad?” I said two the two people standing infront of us “nah thats not them they look our age and they are arguing.” cameron said also joining the conversation the two who were arguing snaped their heads towards us in confusion. In fear y/n went behind miles while miles just looked at them funny, the two twins who were in the room laughed at their parents faces.

y/ns pov

“w-who are yall?” I asked in confusion , they both looked at each other them back at us and said “we are your sons from a different universe” they both said at the same time “what the fuck” miles said.

no ones pov

after sitting down and telling miles and y/n everything miles and y/n soon turned red in embarrassment. they had both realized that they were married and had kids together and that they were in love. when the two twims went back to their universe it was different for y/n and miles they got closer when the days went by and miles finally asked y/n to be his gf. You both lived a happy with with one another and had two handsome baby twin boys named carter and Cameron.

THAT WAS IT IK IT WAS SHORT BUT ITS CUS I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON OTHER REQUESTS AND IVE BEEN GETTING TO TIRED TO WRITE FOR YALL BUT DW I AM BOUT GET ACTVIE THIS WEEKEND AND WRITE LIKE 3-4 POST FOR YALL TO READ ABT SRRY MY LUVS💕.

[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Would you be able to do another Alicent Hightower x fem reader headcanon/imagine? Maybe where the reader is a targaryen/velaryon but enjoys fighting/hunter instead of normal “lady” things?? I’m not great at coming up with prompts so srry if it’s bad, but there’s a lack of Alicent content and I really need some. Thanks!

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Title: Green With Envy

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,482

Summary: Y/n Velaryon is the best of both of her siblings. She’s a cunning warrior and skilled in fighting like Ser Laenor, and is one of the best dragon riders in all the Seven Kingdoms, like Lady Laena. Alicent would be a fool not to notice this.

Warnings: Anxiety, mostly. Alicent’s riddled with it.

Author’s Note: It’s a short one but I loved the idea of it, nonetheless. I hope you enjoy!

(I do not consent my works to be reposted/copied)

“Cousin Y/n. Walk with me. I wish to hear about the years we’ve been apart.”

Alicent could feel her face twist momentarily into a frown against her will as she watched Y/n and a pregnant Rhaenyra leave the room, arm-in-arm, behind her wine cup.

Between the chaos of Vemond Velaryon’s death and the King’s wish for a family dinner, Alicent hasn’t had her usual warrior to stand by her side. Y/n had been reuniting with her nieces and nephews and allowing her mother to dote on her. Alicent couldn’t feel envy from this. Princess Rhaenys lost two of her children in a short span of time, and she would no doubt want to spend her days in King’s Landing beside her last living child.

No, what truly thrusted envy into Alicent’s heart was Rhaenyra, once again taking whatever she wanted without ever facing the consequences. Surely, the princess wasn’t stupid enough to take Y/n away from Alicent as well as everything else. Nothing will take the Queen’s sword shield from her. Nothing.

Y/n has done the impossible. She fought all odds and survived her birth. She claimed the Bronze Fury, Vermithor when she was only ten years old. She rose to the ranks of knighthood even though she was a woman. She put herself in the King’s court and swore fealty to the Queen... She even stole that queen’s heart.

Ser Y/n Velaryon is a perfect mixture of both her brother and sister, therefore a storm, not even her father could tame. And like any storm her family avoids, she swallows up and takes what she wants without mercy. But like many storms, Y/n is also forgiving and gentle, proving the fruits of her labor is well worth her knighthood. She believes in faith and justice, much like a true knight often portrayed in a little girl’s fantasy.

If Alicent was still a little girl, she would have considered Y/n the knight of her fantasy. Now a woman grown, she looks at Y/n and sees so much more. Y/n is more than just the Maiden or the Father. She is the Warrior as well, all of them reincarnated into this woman to tempt the Queen Consort.

Y/n was a powerful ally to the Greens, which made Alicent all the more concerned at the thought of Rhaenyra stealing her away. Should the Blacks want to take her sworn shield, Alicent would be sure to make their efforts a living hell.

These thoughts kept her awake for most of the night, waiting anxiously for her sworn shield’s return. A knock suppresses her door, and the Queen bids whoever was there to enter. Ser Y/n marches in, her helmet under her arm as she dutifully bows her head to Alicent, “Your Grace.”

“What did Princess Rhaenyra want from you?” Was the first thing Alicent could find within herself to ask, standing from her chair by the hearth.

Y/n smiled slightly as she raised her head, “She wanted to know how my days in court have been. She congratulated me when I told her how I was your sworn shield.”

Suspicious and on edge, Alicent clasped her hands together so as not to pick her nails, “That’s all you spoke of?”

“We talked about the baby for the most part. She’s very confident it’s a girl.”

The Queen forces herself to relax, unwinding her hands to lean on the back of the chair. Alicent takes a deep breath, watching the flames dance in the hearth, “I see.”

She hears Y/n’s armor as the female knight takes slow steps forward, and with each step comes the beating of Alicent’s heart, pounding in her ears, “Your Grace, I fear I have news from my mother that may concern you if you mind me telling.”

Her heart sinks before Alicent forces herself to remain undeterred, briefly nodding her head in her shield’s direction, “Please do.”

“She spoke of my father and his health and then mentioned a letter he had sent to her before he sustained his injury. As you well know, with Laenor and Laena dead... Lord Corlys no longer has an heir to Driftmark until Prince Lucerys comes of age. His legacy is dwindling... and so he wishes me to go home and marry the son of a Sealord of Braavos.”

The crackling of the fire fills the room and drowns out the silence. Alicent’s eyes finally move to meet Y/n’s gaze as her stomach drops with dread, “... What?”

Y/n’s sigh was heavy, internal mourning shadowing her features as her eyes dance over Alicent’s, “I am Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys’ last living child... and I am unwed and childless.”

“But you’re a knight!”

A scowl takes its place on the knight’s lips as she spoke ill of her father, “Not even Lord Corlys believes that my vows ring true because of my sex.”

Alicent scoffs in disbelief, turning around and drawing closer to the fire as her nails finally rise to her mouth. Her fingers shake against her lips, her teeth desperately wanting to tear at the skin around her nails, desperate to feel the familiar sting to relieve the stress of her troubles. It was as she feared. The Blacks wanted Y/n, as powerful as she is, with her dragon and her lust for battle. Rhaenyra, yet again, wants to take everything as hers knowing that there is no one able to tell her ‘no’. The princess wants nothing but to cause Alicent pain, as she always has. Even when they were girls, lovesick and innocent of the world, Rhaenyra did as she pleased and gave Alicent grief for worrying so much about her public figure. Either Rhaenyra was blind to life’s expectations of her as a woman, or she just didn’t care and wanted to fly her dragon with Alicent at her back. It was stupid, wishful thinking at the time, and even after all these years, Rhaenyra seems determined to prove her point by taking whoever she wants whenever she wants.

And yet, Alicent also couldn’t help but think of this small betrayal as a political move. House Velaryon was, by all accounts, loyal to Rhaenyra and her succession to the Iron Throne, through her marriage to Laenor and Corlys’ ambition for power. If the Sea Snake felt threatened by the Greens in any way, he would want his daughter removed from her service to Queen Alicent. Rhaenyra might have been aware of this prior to her arrival at the Capitol and could have wanted to persuade her cousin Y/n to the Blacks.

This hardens Alicent’s heart, her back straightening until she’s the regal queen the public believes her to be, her fingers falling from her lips to draw to her sides. Remembering her station and place in this world, Alicent’s persona becomes stern and confident, unlike the young lady she once was, full of crippling anxiety. Turning away from the hearth, Alicent points her gaze back to Y/n.

The change in her posture must have been obvious as Y/n slowly straightens to attention, watching her carefully as Alicent stepped closer. The Queen took several steps until she was close enough to feel Y/n’s breath on her forehead, then proceeded to lift a hand to rest on her sworn shield’s chest plate. With determination and authority, Alicent spoke as clearly as possible, “You are sworn to me. You made your vows to me. As your Queen, I forbid it. I forbid you from leaving King’s Landing. I pray for your father’s recovery... only so that I can tell him this myself.”

Her hand trails further up until it rests on the side of Y/n’s face, and finally, the knight relaxes against Alicent’s touch, shoulders slouching in relief as if she was worried the Queen would obey her father’s wishes. In a small whisper, Y/n nods to Alicent, “Thank you, Your Grace.”

Alicent nods sternly despite the hammering of her heart and her wish to smile. Instead, she pulls away, immediately missing the feel of Y/n’s flesh against her skin, but refused to show it. Clasping her hands together to keep them from touching Y/n again, Alicent lifts her chin high, “Tomorrow, I wish to meet Vermithor officially. You must introduce me.”

Y/n’s eyes widen in shock and Alicent can’t entirely blame her for the surprise. She didn’t know what came over her, but Alicent didn’t dare take it back. She was always wary about dragons, even as a girl. She always refused a ride when Rhaenyra offered to take her on Syrax, yet to Alicent, this felt entirely different. Y/n is not Rhaenyra, and Alicent always feels the need to be a part of Y/n’s life, in every way she can be. Knowing her sworn shield to be a dragon rider didn’t bother Alicent like she thought it would, and perhaps that’s how she knew she was in love with Y/n.

Her sworn knight smiled widely, her eyes gleaming against the flames of the hearth, cheeks warm as she bowed, “As you command, My Queen.”

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[sublieu]

Soft Upper/lower Moons headcanons

AN: Any art/gif found in my post that does not have my name does not belong to me! If you wish for it to be removed I will remove it

Muzan Kibutsuji

-This man has lived for a thousand years and never in his eternal life would he believe he was in love. Until you came around to mess up his feelings.

-As soon as he's home the first thing he wants is your hugs. He has to work 24/7 and having some form of affection always made him feel somewhat human

-He likes being the small spoon for once. He loves to lay on your chest when he's home as he doesn't know when he'll be back.

-He's introduced you to both lower and upper moons as well, although you don't get to join his meetings as he doesn't want to 'taint' you from his punishments.

-You best believe he's going to spoil you, he doesn't care if you said no he will spoil you (and you better like it)

-He will eventually turn you into a demon as he doesn't want you to die like his many previous wives

Kokushibo

-He will turn into a puddle of incoherent words if you praise him. He's never been praised before so this will take him by surprise.

-He loves to play with your hands, you're so tiny in comparison to him and that makes you all the more cuter in his eyes.

-He does not trust leaving you alone with other demons if you are a human (aside from muzan), espcially with douma.

-He will carry stuff that belongs to you, it could be a ribbon or your earrings, he will keep that shit.

-Although he doesn't like to bring you in public spaces, (Mainly from the fact that you are a human and demons) he will carry you out to festivals for you to enjoy yourself.

-Eventually he will ask you if you wanted to become a demon that way you both could live happily and if you say yes, his spoiling will amplify to the max.

Douma

-Douma was a lost cause when he first met you, you looked so innocent in comparison to the cruel world and he knew he had to keep you as his claimed trophy

-He purposefully leaves his shirts out in the open for you to wear them cause you looked so cute whenever you wore his shirts. They were much bigger than you.

-He knows fully well that if he carried you into a meeting they will kill you so he kept you at his place for now.

-If he notices any small behavioural changes in his servants after your appearance he will kill them. He doesn't like when they say such rude and disgusting remarks about you and he doesn't want you to be insecure about your selfworth.

Akaza

-Akaza was a philogynist, everyone knew that, he was well behaved whenever he was around women and was always a lady pleaser.

-So when you two started dating that amplified up to 50 percent. He would always check in on you, making sure you were well fed, listening to your rants and keeping you busy if you were bored with your normal stuff

-He also likes to craft little stuff for you, it could be a little wooden toy he recently made or even carry you gifts like flowers, or even a stuffed animal he obviously didn't stole.

-He loves it when you give him surprise hugs, it always made him feel somewhat content.

Kaigaku

Srry if I made him too ooc I've never read the manga

-Even though he does have a cruel nature he has a soft spot for you the most, You were his s/o and he loved you dearly

-He likes to carry you out into the forest for star-gazing or mess with people that went into the woods past midnight.

-Don't be surprised if your small stuff like jewellery or hairpins suddenly turn up missing, He likes to keep stuff that remind you of him

-He is rough around the edges in romance but you can't blame him, he's never felt any form of love from his human life.

©𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐯_ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[baroquebucky]

lover is a day

a/n: hi pals !! here is a sort of angsty but fluffy fic inspired by another cuco song ! i cant believe tfaws is over i miss them already :[ lyrics in bold ! srry for any typos </3

buckys mind is racing all the time, you’re there to slow him down

word count: 3.1k

masterlist

will you love this part of me?

Bucky tried his damn best to keep you out of the avenging part of his love. He never introduced you to the team, only telling Steve about you and Sam finding out because he stole Buckys phone and you just so happened to call him.

You saw the trends on Twitter, seeing the videos of your boyfriend easily take down seven men in a bar in madripoor. You tried your best to not watch it, knowing he wouldn’t want you to. Curiosity getting the best of you, you clicked the trend, mouth dropping as you saw the way he fought.

His eyes were cold, he moved like it was second nature to him, it was frightening to see how easy it came to him.

You jumped as your phone vibrated, an incoming call from bucky pausing the video. You hesitated before answering, putting on a bright smile and trying to forget what you had just seen.

“hi doll face” Bucky smiled, you heard the thumping of music in the background.

“hi buck, are you at a club?” You questioned, a smile on your face as he let out a sigh, rolling onto his back on the couch he was on.

“I’m at Sharon’s place, she has this whole museum club thing going on” he explained, your eyes wide at the mention of the agent.

“Sharon? like Steve Sharon? Sharon from shield?” You questioned, bucky smiled at your interest, nodding along to your words, quickly replying when he realized you weren’t on FaceTime.

Bucky kept you in the loop, not wanting you to get caught off guard if anything were to happen. He just made sure you were never in danger and no one knew about you, as much as he’d want to shout from the roof just how much he loved you.

“that’s the one, I’ll explain when i get back” he spoke calmly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands as he put you on speaker.

Bucky talked about some movie he wanted to watch, your mind drifting back to the video, your heart thumping in your ears.

“doll?” He asked, his voice echoing in you room.

“what, sorry i got distracted” you replied, trying to play it off. Bucky frowned, his heart sinking at the realization.

“you saw it” he spoke simply, moving to sit up on the couch again, his eyes focusing on the floor.

You wanted to lie, say you had no idea what he was talking about. But you couldn’t, mouth opening only to close seconds later.

“I never wanted you to see that part of me” he spoke, you stayed quiet, letting him talk.

“Doll, I’m not him anymore i promise” he hesisted, “Zemo made me do it and i didn’t think i would- i just im gonna go” he spoke, hanging up quickly, heart heavy.

Furthering my distance from you

Bucky was never the best at speaking his mind, always too caught up in his own thoughts to say what he felt, thinking it never mattered and he should keep to himself.

You texted him right after, telling him to please take care, that you loved him. He didn’t reply.

It wasn’t for another couple days when he came home, entering quietly trying to not wake you up in case you were asleep already.

He set his bags down softly, entering the room and expecting to find you curled up. Buckys heart raced as he looked up to see you staring at him with a smile on your face, getting off the bed quickly and throwing yourself onto him.

“i missed you so much james” you whispered, squeezing him slightly as your arms wrapped around him.

��y/n i-” he began, pushing you back softly. You let go reluctantly, knowing he wanted his space.

I’m okay as long as you keep me from going crazy

“Bucky, it’s okay” you replied, stopping him from going down a rabbit hole if you didn’t. You looked at him, the light from your bedside lamp only slightly illuminating the room.

“i know thats not you anymore, sometimes you have to do something’s to get stuff and i get that angel” you spoke, looking at him softly, slowly grabbing his hand and squeezing.

“i still love you bucky, with all my heart” you smiled, wishing you could see the way his cheeks flushed at your words.

He looked up from the floor, you could barely making out the way his lips turned up in a small smile.

“do you really?” He whispered, stepping closer so that your faces were only inches apart. You nodded, eyes flickering to his lips after a couple of seconds.

“I love you more doll” he replied, ears burning as you pulled him in for a kiss, holding the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.

You pulled away with a smile on your face, looking at him for a second before throwing your arms around him, holding him tightly. Bucky wrapped his arms around after a second, placing a kiss ontop of your head, never wanting to let you go.

You can’t get by with a lie

Bucky shot up, sweating and breathing heavy, looking over to see you stirring slightly at his movement.

“buck?” You mumbled, eyes still closed as you turned opening them slightly to reach for the super soldier. You placed a gentle hand on his vibranium one, looking at him with your fuzzy vision.

“nightmare?” you mumbled, sitting up and looking at him, his chest still heaving as he shook his head.

“no it- I’m fine” he spoke, “Cmon let’s get back to sleep” he smiled tightly but you shook your head, looking at him sternly.

“James we talked about this, please, talk to me angel” you looked at him, now fully awake and wanting to help bucky through his nightmares. He hesitated, sighing and fiddling with the edge of the blanket.

“okay” he nodded, heart racing as you helped him through his nightmare. You reminded him how he had changed, how he was a new person and he was trying his best to make amends.

“You’re okay, you’re here and you’re free” you spoke, hugging him tightly and stroking his arm soothingly. Bucky nodded, closing his eyes and focusing on your beating heart.

Funny thing about you is you read me pretty well

You clenched your fist, wanting to throw your laptop across the room as your work frustrated you once again. Your breathing was heavier and you let out a small sigh, not wanting to alert bucky.

After a couple more minutes you felt the tears pricking your eyes, squeezing them shut in hopes they would go away.

You got up quickly, heading toward the kitchen to get a drink of water, leaving bucky alone in the room. He turned to look at you, noting how fast you were walking and the way you were breathing shakily.

Bucky gave you a minute, waiting to see if you’d come back. When you didn’t return he followed you, seeing you staring out the cup in your hand with intense focus.

“doll, what’s wrong?” You looked at him, putting a smile on your face and shaking your head.

“I’m fine buck, just thirsty” he frowned, walking towards you and pulling you into his arms.

“i know you too well for that to work on me doll” he sighed, stroking your back softly as you but back tears, finally letting a sob out. “let it out doll I’m here.”

Me and Mr. Heart we say the cutest things about you

Bucky smiled at the way you jumped for joy when you saw a dog in the park, immediately talking his ear off about how you had always wanted your own.

“don’t you think we should adopt? I think we’re at that point y’know?” You smiled, starry eyes as you turned to look at him.

Never in his life had he felt more in love, he thought of how perfect you looked, with slightly messy hair from the wind and a stain on your shirt from the time he accidentally splashed paint on you.

He felt the world around him fade away, focusing only on you and your words, rattling off some facts about people with pets being happier in an effort to convince him.

Bucky thought of the way you had always cared for him, living him with all you were. He thought of how you were the most caring person in the world to him, how you were the most radiant person in the room no matter what.

He loved you so much and all he wanted was to make you happy.

“I’ve always been a cat person” he teased, loving the way you rolled your eyes with a playful smile on your face.

“we could get a cat, they’re calm and sweet” you nodded, taking his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot.

How could bucky say no when you looked so excited?

You held the white cat in your arms a few weeks later, a huge smile on your face as he purred into your touch.

“welcome home alpine” you smiled, setting the cat down and letting him explore.

Buckys heart grew in his chest, you seemed so unreal. You were everything he ever wanted and everything he ever needed. And you were all his.

You looked at bucky, a smile on your face as he picked up the cat, setting him gently on his lap.

“thought you were gonna get us a dog the whole time we were there” he spoke, looking at you as you stared at the pair, standing across the room and putting away some cat food and toys.

“you said you were a cat person” you replied, “plus you’re happy right?” You questioned, walking over and sitting down next to him, reaching out to scratch the back of Alpines ears.

“very happy doll” he smiled, eyes settling on the cat in his lap, wanting to place kisses all over the now sleeping feline.

“then I’m happy that you’re happy” you smiled, kissing his cheek softly, letting your head rest on his shoulder and enjoy the company of your now two favorite boys.

My lover is a day I can’t forget

“Do you remember how we met?” You asked suddenly, bucky smiled as he recalled the memory.

“doll it’s 3 am” he chuckled, the streetlight sneaking in through the curtains as you two lay in bed.

“so you don’t” you huffed, turning so your back would face him. Bucky smiled at your reaction, quickly turning you back around to face him.

“of course i do doll” he replied, a soft smile still on his face, “why?”

“what did you think of me?” You wondered, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable. You had a small smile on your face as he began talking.

“i thought you were too nice, they got your whole order wrong and you still ate the whole thing” he smiled.

Buckys eyes had immediately landed on you when he entered the small diner, seeing you smiling with a couple of your friends.

Steve was insistent on getting him to go to more places and this was #1 on his list.

“so those are my favorites you can always look through the menu though i guess” steve smiled, noticing his friends focus on you.

“thank you!” You smiled at the waitress, taking the dish from her, turning to your friends as soon as she left.

“i didn’t order this” you grumbled, your friends insisting you send it back.

“but what if she’s having a bad day already? and this is the last straw? It’s fine i can just eat it it’ll be fine” you shook your head, taking a bite and making a face.

“send it back y/n!” Your friend persisted and you shook your head, you were so stubborn.

“it’s not that bad!” You smiled, eating the whole thing, “wish it was the other one though” you giggled as your friends rolled their eyes.

Bucky kept glancing over at you, trying to not make it obvious. Steve decided against saying anything, making easy conversation with his best friend.

You hit your friend gently, a blush on your face when your eyes had landed on the two super soldiers.

“okay don’t be obvious” you began, “that’s steve rogers and bucky barnes?” You whispered, your friends all turning and looking at the table.

Bucky had just so happened the be glancing over, making eye contact with you, his face went red as he saw your whole table staring at the pair.

“You were so shy, you didn’t even have the guts to say hi” he teased and you punched him softly.

“you didn’t say anything either in my defense” you smiled, fiddling with his dog tags.

You turned back quickly, slapping a hand on your face as your friends laughed. “I said don’t be obvious did i not!”

“didn’t you say you would die for him? You talk about him almost everyday” your friend teased and you hit her, face burning.

“shut up! they’re super soldiers what if they hear you” you snuck a glance at their table, seeing the way bucky had a small smirk on his face and Steve was holding back a laugh.

“i hate you guys, i really do” you mumbled, “should i say sorry? I feel like i should say sorry right?”

“You just want an excuse to give that man sex eyes” another one of your friends spoke up and you rolled your eyes.

You snuck a glance at bucky making eye contact, you gave a small smile which he happily returned, waving slightly. You waved back, quickly turning back to your friends as your heart raced.

You and your friends paid and left not long after, Steve and bucky following a couple minutes after. You said your goodbyes in the parking lot, giving them tight hugs.

“you sure you don’t want a ride?” They had asked and you shook your head, waving her off as you walked to the bus stop down the street, sitting on the bench and scrolling through your social media mindlessly.

You looked up as someone sat next to you, giving them a small smile before realizing it was bucky. Your eyes went wide and you froze, eyes focused on your now locked phone. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

You glanced at bucky, face flushing when you made eye contact.

“you were so charming, i still don’t understand how you could be so calm” you spoke, looking at him as he let out a snort.

“i was shitting myself the whole time doll” he laughed, “I’m surprised i didn’t fuck up the moment i opened my mouth.”

“I’m bucky” he smiled, extending his had for you to shake. You smiled back, shaking his hand before replying, “I’m y/n.”

You were quiet for a second before turning to face him again, “I’m sorry for my friends in the diner, they can be a bit much” you chuckled, fiddling with your phone in your hands.

“don’t worry ‘bout it, I’m flattered honestly” he replied and you cocked your head.

“oh?” You replied, confused at his response.

“I mean to have a pretty girl like you thinking about me? An honor really” he spoke smoothly, a charming smile on his face as he looked at you.

“i- well- uh, thank you?” You let out a breathy laugh, and he smiled at you, moving onto another topic of conversation.

Next thing you knew the two of you were sat together on the bus, laughing as you two exchanged stories and talked about your interests.

“this is my stop” you frowned, not wanting to end the conversation yet. Buckys heart raced, debating on wether or not he should make a move or not. Steve would surely have his head on a spike if he didn’t.

“i- well, if you want i can walk you, it’s dark and i don’t want you in any danger” he spoke, stumbling in his words.

“I’d love that buck” you smiled and he looked at you with a grin on his face, following you out of the bus.

The evening air was cool, it felt nice against your flushed skin, a smile on both of your faces as you walked towards your apartment. The sound of your laughter filling the open air.

You arrived at your apartment building, exchanging numbers and saying goodbye, already looking forward to see each other next time.

“can’t believe you walked me back” you giggled, butterflies in your stomach as you remembered how flirty he was that night.

“i never told you but i had actually driven to the place” bucky blushed, “Steve had been busy earlier so we met up there” he laughed as your mouth flew open.

“so you had to go all the way back to get your car?!” Bucky smiled bashfully, “you even paid to take the bus!” You squealed, sitting up quickly and leaning against the headboard.

“I wasn’t gonna let public transportation stand between me and the love of my life!” Bucky replied quickly, sitting up next to you.

“you barely knew me!”

“i wanted to get to know you! that was the whole point” he shot back, a smile on his face when he noticed how flustered you were.

“you did all that for me” you looked at him fondly and he nodded.

“and I’d do so much more for you now” Bucky smiled, kissing your cheek softly before moving to your jaw and then your lips.

“I love you so much doll” he whispered, pulling you into his arms. You let him wrap himself around you, holding you closely to his chest.

“i love you more lovely” you replied, placing a soft kiss on his bicep. He held you for a couple more moments before letting go, letting you move back to his side and lay on his chest.

“you do so much for me doll, you keep me grounded, you make me happy, you keep me from going crazy, wish i could do the same” he mumbled, his fingers scratching at your scalp and making your eyes flutter shut.

“you do all that and more for me too james, you just never realize” you whispered, yawning as he continued his movements.

“how about we go to sleep, and I’ll tell you all tomorrow just how much you do for me, yeah?” You mumbled, opening your eyes slightly. Bucky nodded, laying down and getting comfortable, moving so that he could spoon you, draping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

“goodnight lover boy” you mumbled, he smiled at the nickname.

“goodnight dollface” he whispered, kissing your neck softly before closing his eyes, hearing alpines soft purring from across the room.

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Chapter 1: The Captain

Book 7: Battle Scars

Words: 1415

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Chapter 2

note: im very dfubk dnd its dsarurday night im so sorry pls enjoy chapter the new book!!!! ilysm. i'll edit/spellcheck inthe morning. srry lmao im genuinelu very drunk and my gf is trying so sober me up..... its barely working haha sorry anyways i hope you enjoy!! xoxo

note update: i am simply unwell this morning and it’s no ones fault but my own. send your thoughts and prayers lmao

Hurtling through space, Skylar let out a string of curses. She stumbled to the side, slamming into the wall as Tech took another harsh turn to avoid the shots coming from behind them. They had finally gotten that damn lizard thing, only for the previous owners to chase them from the surface.

Omega and Wrecker were in the main hold with the cargo, Echo and Tech in the cockpit and Hunter at the rear guns. Skylar stumbled again as a blast hit the ship, falling into the back of one of the cockpit chairs.

“How much longer until we’re in hyperspace, Tech?” Hunter shouted, firing the guns.

“That depends on when Echo plans on getting the drive back online,” Tech snarked, glancing at Echo.

“I’m working on it!” Echo yelled. Skylar just huffed, already done with their arguing. She watched them work for a few seconds before turning back to the main hold to check on Omega. She was unsteady as explosions rocked the ship, and she watched as Omega pulled the safety bar over her head and Wrecker tried to secure the creature next to her in its crate.

“I don’t think Ruby likes this very much,” Omega said. Skylar dropped into the seat across from her, a confused look on her face.

“You named that thing?” Skylar asked as Wrecker sat down in the seat next to her.

“What’s with these guys?” Wrecker shouted, his hands gripping the safety bar.

“Well we did steal from them,” Omega said. The lizard hissed from it’s cage, and Skylar flinched.

“Technically, the Rhokai stole the lizard first,” Tech called from the cockpit. Skylar shared a look with Wrecker, rolling her eyes. “We are merely intercepting it.”

“They don’t see it that way,” Hunter said, continuing to return fire. A rough blast rocked the ship, the lizard’s cage dropping to the floor and the door flying open. It immediately crawled towards Wrecker, who started yelling.

“It’s loose, it’s loose!”

The creature crawled up his leg, heading straight for his head as he jumped up from his seat.

“Get it off, get it off, get it off,” he shouted, running around in the small area. Omega and Skylar both jumped out of their seats, trying to calm him down.

“Stay calm. You’re scaring her,” Omega said, trying to grab the creature without being whacked by Wrecker’s flailing limbs. He ran clear to the cockpit, slamming into the back of one of the seats and falling backwards.

The creature went flying back into the hold, and Omega grabbed the crate from the floor. Skylar moved to block it’s possible escape route to the cockpit.

“Hyperdrive’s online!” Echo shouted, just as Omega dropped the crate over the creature, trapping it.

“Got it!” she shouted. Skylar grabbed onto her, knowing the jump to hyperspace would throw the small girl otherwise. Tech slammed the lever forward, and the stars blurred around them.

Skylar let out a sigh of relief, leaning down to help Omega close the crate and lock it properly. She made sure Omega was alright, and then she moved to help Wrecker off of the floor.

“You alright, big guy?” she asked, smirking at him. He rubbed his head, an embarrassed look on his face.

“Don’t be mean, Sky. That thing was attacking me!” he whined, pointing accusingly at the crate.

“Uh huh. Whatever you say,” she replied, patting his shoulder as she walked out of the cockpit. She passed Hunter, who nodded at her questioning look: He was alright.

She sat down next to Omega, smiling as she watched the girl peer into the crate to get a better look at the creature, ‘Ruby’.

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When they arrived at Cid’s, Echo placed the crate on the counter for Cid to look at.

“That’s one strange lookin’ lizard,” she mumbled, straightening back up to look at the group.

“What’s your client want it for?” Echo asked.

“Maybe it’s a pet. Maybe he wants to turn it into a stew. Don’t know, don’t care,” Cid replied. Omega’s face fell a bit at the idea of Ruby being turned into a stew.

“As long as you get paid,” Hunter finished as Cid turned to walk away.

“Now you’re catching on,” she replied, her back still facing them. “And guess what? That means you get paid too. Bring the lizard in the back.”

Skylar moved to stand by Hunter, nudging him with her shoulder. He glanced at her before turning his eyes to watch Echo and Tech head towards the office. They started following them, but Hunter paused, glancing at a few people along the far wall. She went to ask him what was wrong but they were interrupted.

“Hunter?” Omega called. They both turned around, finding Omega and Wrecker. The girl looked up at Wrecker, gesturing towards them with her thumb.

“What are you two up to?” Skylar asked, the hand not holding her helmet resting on her hip.

“The mission’s over. Can we go?” Wrecker asked, Omega giving them a blinding smile.

“Again?” Hunter sighed.

“It’s a tradition,” Wrecker said, Omega nodding along. These two were trouble, that Skylar was sure of. “It makes the kid happy.” Omega leveled Wrecker with a frown.

“Uh huh. The kid,” Hunter said. They just looked at him, sweet and manipulative smiles on their faces.

“Don’t take long,” Hunter sighed, turning to walk back to the office. Skylar couldn’t help but grin, knowing Hunter had the biggest soft spot for his brothers and Omega. The two cheered, jumping up and down before running from the bar. Skylar followed Hunter, glancing back toward the group of people along the far wall.

They entered the office, Cid tapping away on her datapad.

“All right, here’s your cut,” she said, handing Hunter a handful of credits.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You said the job paid three times this,” Hunter argued.

“For me, not for you,” Cid said.

“And just how is this a mutually beneficial arrangement?” Echo asked, clearly frustrated.

“You’re breathin’, aren’t you?” was Cid’s reply, just angering them further. “Rather generous considering the debt you owe me.”

“What debt?” Skylar asked. Cid tossed the datapad onto the desk, and Skylar picked it up and scanned through the itemized list.

“Docking fees, port charges, gear, fuel, rations, and 20 cartons of Mantell Mix?” she read off. Cid didn’t reply, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. Tech took the datapad from her, reading it for himself while the other three glanced at each other.

“Now, I like you, but I’m not running a charity here. You need a big score for us to be square,” she said, pointing her staff at them.

“Like what?” Echo asked.

“Like retrieving that tactical droid, but you bungled that op,” she said, frowning. “I suggest you figure something out before you see my ugly side.”

“That’s not her ugly side?” Tech murmured, glancing at Skylar next to him. She elbowed his stomach where the armor didn’t cover, a small ‘oof’ leaving his mouth.

“What was that, goggles?” Cid asked, leaning closer to him. The argument was cut short, however, by the sound of blaster fire coming from the bar. They all turned on instinct, hands pulling out their blasters. They took off running, pausing in the doorway to the bar with their blasters aimed.

They saw two patrons go running for the exit, a cloaked figure standing by the far wall with a blaster in their hand. They sat the blaster on the edge of the table, their face obscured by their hood. However, a flash of blue and white caught Skylar’s eye, and her breath caught in her throat.

No. It couldn’t possibly be. It was just her mind playing tricks on her, there was no way this person was a trooper, let alone would she be lucky enough for them to be from the 501st. Not after what happened.

Cid shoved past them, angry for the disturbance.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” she asked, nudging Hunter aside. “Who are you?”

She gestured towards the cloaked individual with her staff, their head turning to look at them. They stepped forward, and everyone’s hands warily held their blasters. The person reached up towards their hood, and all of the air left Skylar’s lungs.

Blue and white plastoid armor. She would recognize those tally marks anywhere.

He removed his hood, looking at them with an unreadable expression. Skylar felt Echo tense beside her, his arm lowering his blaster immediately.

“... Rex?”

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friction

work on ao3

pairing: jet/f reader

warnings: smut, arguing

wordcount: 1873

a/n: im srry but i needed to get this Out of my brain. characters are 18+

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It was just at the crack of dusk and you were tidying up the room you shared with Jet in the freedom fighters’ scattered treehouse. You were Jet’s age, the two of you barely functioning adults, stubborn, opinionated, and to Jet, devastatingly alluring. He loved the clashing of your personalities, the way you so often disagreed with him and kept him on his toes. He loved his absolute authority in the group, but more than that, he loved a pretty girl deliberately challenging it.

You didn’t mind the arguments as much as you maybe should have. You saw through manipulation like sunlight through a clean window - clearly, immediately, and without doubt. Jet knew better than to mess with your head. And you knew he had a real soft spot for you - despite how much he’d try to hide it around others. You really liked him, even if he was a real pain in the ass sometimes.

Today was one of many designated days Jet and his favorite group of fighters would scout your woods and the neighboring areas. They would come back with food, that they stole, hunted, or plucked from wild plants, or with news about strangers arriving in the area and discussion of whether or not they were a threat. Jet would often return late, having taken it upon himself to do one last sweep of your unofficial territory. Normally you would join him, but you had stayed back to help the younger orphans patch up their clothes or whatever toys they managed to keep.

You carefully put your sewing kit back together, counting all the needles and neatly winding the thread. You closed the small wooden box and noticed a figure appear in your peripherals.

“Hey, baby.” You heard Jet say and you turned to see him leaning in your makeshift doorway, curtain draped behind him.

You went to embrace him and his hands came to rest on your waist. “Any good finds today?” You asked.

“Yeah, Longshot got a nice rabbit. Shot it right in the eye.” Jet pointed to his eye and you made a face. You hated killing animals, but their meat was good food and their fur provided material for blankets and clothes. Jet’s ever present smirk widened teasingly at your reaction. “He’s preparing it with Smellerbee. We’ll have a good breakfast tomorrow. Plus, I got you something.”

You looked at him curiously and he pulled out a glittery silver chain from the pouch hanging on his hip. Hung from it was a round, honey-orange stone with a simple lily carved into its surface, similar to the pai sho tile. “Oooh,” You cooed, taking the necklace into your hands and feeling the smooth stone. “It’s beautiful. Where’d you get this?” You contemplated the material of the stone. Was it amber? Carnelian?

Jet stiffened and said nothing. He found it hard to lie to you. Of course.

“You didn’t jump another innocent person did you?” You asked, desperate for him to say no.

His brows furrowed.

“Jet!” You scolded and he snatched the jewelry from your grasp.

“Smellerbee was right. Shouldn’t have given it to you.” He said bitterly, shouldering past you into the room.

“You can’t keep doing that to people! Did you take all their money and food again? Did you at least let them go without beating them senseless?” You prodded. Your anger boiled in your voice, remembering all the times he returned with food stolen from nomads and the other times that ended in violent confrontation.

“I don’t know why you have to get so upset! They could have been a Fire Nation spy for all you know!” Jet shot back, arms raised.

“Not everyone is a fucking Fire Nation spy, Jet!”

“Yeah, because you would totally know one if you saw one. I very clearly remember having to save your ass after getting kidnapped by a soldier!” He stepped closer, towering over you.

You, however, would not back down. “That doesn’t mean you need to beat up and rob every stranger you see! What is wrong with you?”

“I am trying to protect these kids!” Jet shouted, nostrils flaring.

You were red with anger from his lack of empathy. “At the expense of literally everyone else?” You hollered back.

Suddenly, Jet grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours. Your fingers knotted into his dark hair. It wasn’t uncommon for your arguments to end like this. It was your way of forgiving one another.

Jet pulled away, teeth pinching your bottom lip and pulling. “You’re the worst.” You groaned and Jet pushed you down to the bed.

“You’re so god damn annoying.” He responded as his lips chased yours and he pulled you in for another searing kiss.

His hands wandered down your backside, grabbing your ass and kneading the soft flesh. You hissed against his lips, hands fumbling with the closure on his pants and untucking his shirt. His tongue lined your mouth, making you shiver as you pushed the makeshift armor from his clothes. He gave your ass a hard smack and you yelped in surprise.

“Why does everything have to be a problem with you?” Jet gruffed against your lips.

“You cause problems, Jet!”

He growled into your jaw and pushed you unto your back. He pushed your knees apart so he could press himself close to you, hips digging into yours. You groaned, tugging on his hair as his lips traced your jaw. His teeth dug into your neck in a hard bite and sucked at your skin, only moving along once he saw deep purple gathering in the indents of his teeth. You squirmed when he found your soft spot, thighs rubbing uncomfortably against his sides and you rolled your hips back against his. Jet was relentless, marking up your neck and collarbones and you impatiently tugged at his shirt and whined.

Jet leaned back on his heels and discarded his shirt and wrist wrappings. You pulled your own shirt over your head and rid of the binder confining your breasts and Jet was upon you once again. He palmed your breasts and his lips trailed down your body. He tugged at your pants and you heard the button snap off.

“You need to stop fucking tearing my clothes!” You seethed.

Jet responded by silencing you with a harsh kiss. He pulled again at your pants and you pushed them down along with your underwear as far as your position would allow. Jet sat up and tore the rest of your clothes from your body and began to make work of his own. You watched him, taking in the lean muscles that rippled under his golden brown skin.

Jet grabbed you under your knees and tugged you forward before taking his erection in his hand and rubbing it across the wetness along your folds. You keened, bucking your hips for more attention and Jet smirked down at you.

“You want it, baby?” He asked, voice husky with lust.

You nodded, grasping his shoulders.

“Beg for it.” Jet commanded.

You groaned. “No.”

Jet growled, smacking your thigh. “Beg or I won’t let you cum for the rest of the month.”

You scoffed at him. “I don’t need you to do that.”

Jet grabbed your face in one hand and pressed his lips back yours in an angry kiss, teeth clashing. He rubbed the tip of his dick slowly against your clit, making your hips roll. “Beg for it.”

“Sounds more like you’re that one that’s begging.” You panted.

Jet grunted in frustration and conceded, slamming into you with one swift thrust of his hips. You mewled loudly and clawed at his shoulders. He gave you no time to catch your breath and held you down by your throat, setting a bruising pace that left your eyes rolling. You hiked your thighs high on his torso and dug your heels into his back.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Jet moaned. He grabbed under your knee and pressed your thigh next to your chest, allowing him to fuck you deeper. You squirmed under his constraint, whining helplessly as that knot built in your belly. You reached down to rub your aching clit, but Jet caught your wrist. “Nah-uh, baby girl. You’re gonna have to get off on just my dick.”

You had no response, the fast pace of his hips making any words you could form catch in your throat. You clenched around him and raked your nails down his back, digging as hard as you could into his skin and eliciting a groan.

Jet suddenly pulled out and spanked you. “On your stomach, baby.”

You rolled over and Jet quickly possessed your hips, pushing back into you without hesitation. If he was brutal before, now he was just ruthless. “Oh fuck!” You cried, moaning into your pillow.

Jet gathered your wrists against your back and plowed into you. Tears brimmed at your eyes with how good he was making you feel and you pressed your hips back against his thrusts with all the strength that was left in you. You were getting close to your orgasm, that knot winding tighter and tighter as your pussy clenched hard around his cock.

You heard Jet let out a deep moan and that was all it took. You trembled, expletives leaving your mouth as Jet fucked you hard through your orgasm. “Fuck yes, baby girl, cum on my cock.” Jet praised and grabbed your ass with both hands. Your newly freed fists knotted into the sheets as you mewled at the overstimulation, thighs quaking and giving out under you.

“So good,” You cooed, Jet grabbing your shoulder to pull you back against him.

You let him continue to slam into your tender g-spot, loving every second of your drawn-out high. Jet swore and pulled out to release on your back.

You allowed yourself to go limp against the bed and Jet fell unto his back beside you. You tried to catch your breath.

Jet grabbed a scrap of cloth from the nightstand and threw it at you.

You rolled your eyes as you took it. “Don’t be fucking rude.” You grumbled, though your words had little bite.

Jet sighed. You both laid in silence for a few moments and you found your canteen and took a swig water.

Jet put out his hand. "Let me get that."

You secured the cap and answered, "No."

Jet looked at you incredulously. You stared back and he began to move toward you. You hid the canteen behind you. "Y/N!" He scolded and you giggled as he grasped at it and you held it from his reach.

"Say you'll stop jumping people for no reason." You insisted.

"Baby girl, I can't promise you anything." He swung at your hand, but you managed to keep him from grabbing it.

You frowned at him. He got a hold of your wrist and despite your protests, he took the canteen. "Dick." You pouted.

Jet took a healthy gulp of water and said, "Y'know, all we did was search him and take that pendant. We didn't hurt him."

"Still shouldn't have taken it."

Jet swung an arm around you and pulled you in to kiss your forehead. "Whatever, baby." 

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[stxrshxpxd]

here is a gra fic! (srry for the delay i took to send it :)

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Pairing: 90s graham coxon x reader

Word count: 2.516

Warnings: smut (dom!graham, eating out)

Requested by anon x

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I had gotten so used, and emotionally attached, to these warm summer days. The festivals were definitely my favorite gigs of the tour. The rays of sunshine felt heavy on my skin as we tried to hide away in any shade we could find on the massive field. The tents were like saunas, so everyone was out and about with beers that they desperately tried to keep cold. I felt lucky traveling with one of the artists, meaning we had access to a tour bus with ac. I still preferred being out here with all the people though.

I stood with Damon and Graham and watched as three girls were desperately trying to flirt with them. I tried to work out whether or not Damon would potentially go for either of them. They didn’t seem like his type and he didn’t look very impressed or intrigued.

I tried to contain myself every time the girls switched focus from Damon to Graham for a while. I really didn’t want to be the one to chime in and remind them that he was taken. It turned out I didn’t have to step in, though, because Graham put his hand around my shoulders and pulled me in to a tight side hug when one of the girls got closer with him. I didn’t mind that his tight embrace was making my body even hotter because I enjoyed seeing the excited spark in the girl’s eyes die and turn into jealousy. Hey, it wasn’t my fault Graham had picked me and wasn’t willing to give me up for a mediocre shag with a young fan.

The heat on my skin was suddenly challenged by a stinging cold sensation on my upper arm. I knew without even looking that it was a water balloon. I was confused as I looked in the direction it came from, along with all three girls, Graham and Damon. I was less taken aback, but still confused, when I saw Alex approaching us with two water balloons in his left hand. Dave followed behind him with several ones in his hands and a lit cigarette between his lips. They were both wearing devilish grins.

“That was actually pretty nice, thank you,” I laughed. My arm felt nicely cooled down, apart from the spot where Graham’s hot hand was still holding.

“You were supposed to get angry and fight me,” Alex complained. He began to juggle the remaining balloons in his hands and detected his next target.

“Where’d you even get them?” Damon asked with a lazy laugh as he took a sip from his beer and licked his lips.

Alex and Dave both pointed behind them. I couldn’t see exactly where they were pointing but I assumed it was a tent far away with people who randomly had provided them with water balloons.

“I know who’s gonna wanna fight us,” Alex said and his eyes moved to beside me.

“Yeah, I will and I’m gonna win,” Graham huffed warningly. Alex just found his reaction exciting and he immediately chucked one of the balloons at Graham. It hit him on his shoulder and splashed all over him. A few drops even landed on my face.

Graham was quick to let go of me and run after Alex. I grabbed a tighter grip around the water bottle in my left hand and Damon’s arm in my right as I followed them.

“Oh my god, you’re all children,” Damon laughed and pretended to be bothered but I knew he actually found it funny. He tried to not spill the beer in his hand as I jogged after the other boys and still pulled on his arm.

I finally discovered where they’d gotten the balloons from as they stopped and the war broke out in that exact spot. I snuck past all of them and grabbed one. My target was Alex.

I threw it hard from a close distance and it broke on his back. He jumped and turned around, only to be met with my cocky laugh.

“Oh now you want to fight?” He asked. Neither of us had any balloons left to throw and neither of us dared to bend down to grab one, for whatever reason. We were caught in a ridiculous dead end as neither of us wanted to disregard our dominant positions opposite each other. We began laughing lightly at the situation we’d put ourselves in and chuckled at the absurdity of the fact that no one dared to pick up a water balloon.

Our dead end situation was short lived as Alex and I both got hit with several balloons at once. We spun around to see why everyone had suddenly turned on us. There they stood, Damon, Dave and Graham, all with cocky smirks and a few balloons still in their hands. Dave’s t-shirt was completely soaked through and Damon’s hair was slicked to his forehead while his shirtless torso was stained with small water beads. Graham’s hair was still dry and perfectly fluffy around his pretty face. It bothered me that he had been so good at avoiding getting hit. I figured I had to do something about that.

“Graham,” I said and he looked at me. He still managed to juggle a bottle of beer and a cigarette in his right hand, which annoyed me even more.

“Your hair still looks very good,” I mumbled and walked over to him as I unscrewed the cap of my water bottle.

“Thank you,” he sneered. I knew he saw something coming but he couldn’t tell what.

“Way too good,” I decided and stood up on the tip of my toes to empty my entire bottle of water over his head. He gasped and closed his eyes as the water trickled through his lashes and soaked his head. He looked so cute with his dark hair sticking to his forehead and barely being able to see from under it.

He huffed and raised one of his balloons. He held it right under my chin and I watched him break it in his strong hand. I, too, gasped as the cold water soaked through my top all down my chest.

Graham smirked and inhaled the smoke from his cigarette, and pushed both his fringe out of his face and his glasses back to the root of his nose in one swift movement. I couldn’t deny how hot he looked. I stole the cigarette from his fingers and breathed in a deep inhale. He smirked even wider at the sight and placed his index finger under my chin. He pressed his lips against mine in a slow kiss before I could exhale.

“Wet shirts look good on you,” Graham whispered, sounding surprised.

“Why is that such a surprise?” I laughed and exhaled the smoke in his face.

“It’s not. I never doubted they would,” he said honestly. The pure admiration in his eyes made me believe him.

He kissed me again and his tongue met mine. The drops of water on Graham’s face had already started to sink into his hot pale skin again. It was odd how several weeks of sunshine had barely affected his skintone at all. I loved his pale face and how he would sometimes gain a bit of a red tint on the apples of cheeks when he’d spent too much time in the sun.

Oh, and his hand! It completely shattered every thought in my head as it felt its way up my ribs and stopped on the underside of my breast. He waited a second before massaging it in his hand. I wanted nothing else but for him to keep touching me with his divine hands, but I had to be the sensible one and recognise that there were people staring at us.

“Graham,” I whispered in his ear and giggled softly. He knew exactly what I was going to say.

“My bunk is uncomfortable, but we’ve made it work before,” he said bluntly, his face in my neck. I don’t know why I gasped at his proposition, I had been expecting it ever since the first kiss a few moments ago.

I smirked even though he couldn’t see it. I had nothing to say, so instead I pulled on his arm and steered him in the direction of the bus. My heartbeat got louder and faster with every step we took. I couldn’t wait to have his hands back on me again.

“Hey!” I heard Damon yell behind us. I didn’t want to believe it was directed at us but I knew it was.

“I have to change my shirt,” I lied and shrugged playfully as I turned around to look at him. Damon shook his head and rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what we were up to.

“Please stay in your bunk,” he huffed and turned to look at Graham with an annoyed and borderline disgusted expression. Graham laughed and decided he, too, was too impatient to continue the conversation with Damon. He turned around again and now he was the one pulling my arm.

When entering the bus, we both prayed it would be empty. Thankfully it was. Graham’s hands were immediately back on me before we were even close to his bunk. I pushed on his chest and walked with him towards the back of the bus.

“I miss our bed,” Graham whined and I laughed against his lips before he stopped kissing me and he placed me down on the edge of his bunk. It was a tight space but, like Graham had said, we had made it work before.

“I know,” I chuckled and held the part of his shirt that was still dry up to kiss his stomach. Graham quickly helped me out by tearing the shirt off completely and letting it fall to the floor next to him. I let my hands wander up his torso and I felt the coldness of his damp skin around his shoulder where the first balloon had hit him.

I hooked my fingers into his jeans and pulled them down a bit to kiss more of his skin, but he didn’t let me. I was confused as he squatted down and gave my jaw a few kisses. He cupped my breasts again and this time there was, thankfully, no reason for me to stop him. Graham tried to remove the already tight top and we both giggled as he struggled, with how wet it was. Finally it was off and he was quick to unclasp my bra as well. We were now both topless and he gave my body a light push backwards. As I stared up in the ceiling of his bunk and his lips found my lower stomach, I realised what he was doing.

Graham pulled my denim shorts off much smoother as they were not as soaked as my top. His beautiful plump lips kissed on the outside of my underwear and his warm hands held my thighs apart.

“Graham,” I breathed. I was already impatient and the fact that I couldn’t feel his lips directly on me was just making it worse.

He hummed sheepishly and kissed my inner thighs instead. Water from his hair travelled onto my skin and it made me shudder with goosebumps all over my legs. I squirmed again and reached for his head. I grabbed a chunk of his dripping hair and pulled him back to where I needed him the most.

“Please,” I kept begging. Finally it helped, and he pulled my underwear to the side. I tried my best to see what he was doing but it was hard as my head was in the dark corner of his bunk. I managed to catch a glimpse of him licking his lips before he kissed my clit again. This time I felt his wet lips on me and I couldn’t hold my head up any longer. It collapsed into his pillow again and all I could do was lock my eyes shut as I felt his skilled lips and tongue work wonders on me.

“You taste so good,” Graham mumbled and pushed my hand away from its grip around his hair. He found my other hand as well and intertwined my fingers with his softly, pressing our interlocked hands down in the mattress as he buried his face deeper in my wetness. He sucked and licked and kissed with such skills and with such a perfect mouth, I could barely control my wimpy moans.

“You sound amazing… makes me so hard,” he muttered. His voice rumbled through my entire body and I shivered at his words.

“I think,” he singsonged and took his head away to look at my body. “I want you to come around my cock instead.”

“Yes,” I breathed. It turned into a gasp as Graham wrapped his large hands around my waist and pulled me towards him off the bed. I stood up and I immediately touched his cheeks again and kissed his lips, tasting myself on them. While we kissed he pulled his jeans and boxers down and spun our bodies around so that his back was facing the bunk. With a few awkward giggles and a lot of impatient heavy breathing we were finally both in the bunk. My chest was almost completely pressed to his and I was straddling his hips. I didn’t mind the tight space too much, as it meant we had to be super close and that’s something I absolutely loved.

Graham guided his tip to my entrance and I looked into his eyes under the damp fringe as I sat down on him. I held myself up by my elbows on both sides of his head and began to move my hips over him.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered with such a beautiful breathy voice. I smiled and kissed his lips. Our tongues instantly found each other and were just as much intertwined and in sync as the rest of us. My hair fell around our faces and his hair occasionally stuck to my forehead as it was soaked from the water and we both getting sweatier by the minute.

The closer we got to our highs, the harder it was to keep kissing. Eventually our foreheads were just pressed together and our mouths grazing each other. We both moaned and our breaths could barely escape our lips before they were combined into one.

“Graham,” I moaned. “I’m so close..”

His hands moved to my lower back and held me gently, spreading even more warmth throughout my already sweaty body. I sank down further on him and my face fell from his to beside his head as I twitched through an amazing orgasm. Feeling my walls clench around him pushed Graham over the edge as well and he held my hips down as he came inside me with a few exhausted moans. I grinded on him lazily a few more times and I kissed him again. I couldn’t believe how good beer, cigarettes and sweat could taste just by being on Graham’s pretty lips.

OMG THIS ONE AHBSNSBSBSB its so obvious that i started writing the first part of this about alex but then switched it to gra hahahahahha

thank you!!! <3

[nalgenewhore]

without a doubt

rowan x lorcan, modern au, yulemas au, word count: 2098

“Darling, please,” his boyfriend laughs, “stop pouting.” 

Rowan frowns and tucks his chin into the collar of his hoodie. Lorcan’s hoodie, actually. “I am not pouting. I’m upset.” 

Through the screen of the laptop, Lorcan’s image is grainy. His smile dims slightly, “I know. I’m sorry, Ro. I was really sure that we would be done by now.” He flicks his eyes to the side and the muscles in his sharp jaw feather. His dark brows lower and he mutters, “I never would’ve taken it if I knew I’d be gone this long.” 

“I know, my love,” Rowan whispers, subtly wiping away the silver that lines his eyes. “But this is your dream. It’s always been your dream, L. I can’t be the reason you give that all up, you know?” 

Lorcan nods, that frown still on his fiercely beautiful face. He looks down and picks at his bedspread, “Yeah, I know.” Quickly, he snaps his head up, his eyes ablaze, “I would though. I’d give it all up for you, if you asked.” 

The words rest on the tip of his tongue. Rowan almost blurts them out, but he doesn’t. Instead he smiles softly to hide the aching, yearning feeling that never quite dulls. “But I’m not asking you. So you’re stuck there.” 

Lorcan laughs humorlessly and his eyes sparkle, “Yeah, I know.” It falls kind of flat. If they were together, Rowan would kiss him and they would forget all about it all. “Oh, I got you your Yulemas gift today. Putting it in the mail tomorrow.” 

“Oh, really? Will I like it?” Rowan shifts to lie on his stomach and props his chin up on a ring-laden fist.

“Rowan Whitethorn!” Lorcan gives him an offended look, “When have I ever gotten you something you haven’t liked?” 

Rowan laughs and concedes, “You’re right, you’re right. You truly are the gift master.” 

“I know,” Lorcan replies smugly. He stretches his bare arms above his head and tucks his hands behind him, his head cradled by his inked biceps. “You’re a very… appreciative receiver.” With his cocky grin, there’s no way to ignore the implication. 

An outraged gasp escapes Rowan, “Are you calling me a whore?” 

Lorcan laughs, “No, I am not calling you a whore. You can have the qualities of a label and not be the label.” 

“You are calling me a whore! Oh my gods, I hate you,” Rowan complains, his green eyes narrowed in warning. “Maybe it’s a good thing you aren’t here ‘cause I could kill you right now.” 

“Oh, I love it when you sweet talk me, baby. Reminds me of how you stole my heart.” 

Rowan snorts and grabs a pillow to cushion his chin, “I love you. And I wish I could say it in person.” 

His boyfriend’s face softens. Lorcan says back, “I love you too and I wish you could hear it for real.” 

They smile at each other, eyes filled with longing and reverent adoration. Until hours later, when they both fall asleep without bothering to hang up, they talk about everything and nothing at all. It mends their incomplete souls, even if just for a moment. 

 ☽ ☼ ☾

“Happy Yulemas Eve!” 

Rowan smiles and accepts the hug Aelin pulls him into, “Happy Yulemas Eve, Fireheart. Is everyone here already?” He looks over his friend’s head down the front hall of her apartment. 

They step back and Aelin nods, “Yeah, they’re all here. Well, almost.” 

He nods and steps in, “Yeah… he- he tried, you know, but there wasn’t any way.” Rowan shrugs his coat off and hangs it up. “It’s fine. He promised to call and say ‘hey’ later, during presents.” 

The golden-haired woman grins and takes his bag of gifts, “That’ll be nice - we all miss him. Now,” she tucks her hand into his elbow and tugs him in, “come along, there’s lots to do!” 

In the open-concept living room, their friends are already there, at varying levels of sobriety. They call out their cheerful greetings as Aelin puts Rowan’s presents beneath the tree. Fenrys surges to his feet, “Rowan!” 

Rowan laughs at the sight of his drunken friend, “Hey, bud. How are you doing?” 

“I’m very, very, very good,” Fenrys slurs. “Ress is here, did you see?” He casts an adoring look at his boyfriend, who blushes like always. “He’s my boyfriend.” 

“I know, Fen,” Rowan says, his bright grin not quite reaching his eyes. 

“Oh! Oh no, I’ve upset you,” Fenrys exclaims, his face twisted in wasted anguish. He throws his arms around Rowan and pats the top of his head, “Oh, it’s ok, it’s ok. Lor’s a miserable misan—” 

“Ok, Fenrys, why don’t we go somewhere else, hmm?” Lysandra interjects, pulling Fenrys away. She kisses Rowan’s cheek, pushing him to the kitchen like a perfect hostess should. “There’s food and drinks in the kitchen and dinner will be ready in half an hour - help yourself, ‘kay?” 

Rowan nods and walks to the kitchen, quietly filling a plate. A petite woman slips up to him, a drink in hand for him, “Hello, Rowan. How are you?” 

He smiles as he pops an olive into his mouth, “Hey, El.” Rowan shrugs, “I’m… fine. I’m fine. Really, it’s…” 

“Fine?” Elide suggests, a cheeky grin on her heart-shaped face. 

“Yeah,” Rowan sighs. 

She leans against him, rubbing his back soothingly, “Ok, well, c’mon to the living room and sit with me. Borte and Aelin are going at it again.” Elide pulls him to the couch without waiting for his response. 

For a while, Rowan forgets about being alone. Around him, his family talks animatedly, egging the two most chaotic members on as they battle over the finale to some show they’re both obsessed with. The others watch with rapt attention, laughing outrageously at the things Borte and Aelin say. 

In a lull of silence, Rowan stands up, “I’m going to step out for a bit. Too warm.” He walks to the balcony as the conversation resumes, albeit much quieter. Everyone turns to their respective partners, whispering soft nothings and laughing at stupid jokes. His breath hitches and Rowan looks to the kitchen just in time to see Lysandra hold a sprig of mistletoe over Aelin’s head and the couple kisses, smiling as they press their lips together. 

His chest squeezes painfully tight. Tears burn his eyes and Rowan rushes outside. It’s bitterly cold and the sharp winter wind nips at his face. He sniffles, blowing out a long breath to keep his tears at bay. It’s stupid. 

In the pocket of his oversized corduroys, Rowan feels his phone buzz. He hastily pulls it out with clumsy, half-frozen fingers. He expects to see Lorcan’s contact flashing over the screen with a waiting call, but all he sees is a text message. 

lover boy <3: srry ro smthng came up

lover boy <3: can’t call tn 

lover boy <3: luv u 

All his air escapes him in a pathetic, teary exhale. Rowan shakes his head in disbelief and types back quickly. 

pretty boy: are you sure? i really miss you 

lover boy <3: i’ll call tmrw

lover boy <3: promise

Rowan sighs and replies resignedly. 

pretty boy: ok love 

pretty boy: i love you too 

Rowan shuts his phone off and wipes his eyes, cursing himself for his tears. 

Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Asks a hissing voice. His ears burn in shame. He’s finally doing what he’s always wanted to - why aren’t you happy for him? He would be happy for you.

Rowan shakes his head to dispel the thoughts and puts his phone in his pocket. He pushes his silver-blond curls off and braces his hands against the railing. After a few minutes, the glass door slides open and someone steps out, “Ro? Is everything alright? We’re going to open gifts now.” 

“Y-yeah, everything’s fine. Something came up and Lor can’t call tonight.” He turns, shrugging his shoulder up. “It’s fine.” Rowan drags his red and silver lined eyes up to Aelin’s. “I’m fine.” 

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” She steps out and takes his hand, “Come on, we’ve got presents.” 

He smiles and lets her pull him inside. He’s ushered to a seat and handed a mug of mulled wine. 

Aelin peruses the available gifts and picks a slim box up, “And this one is for Rowan, from his very own lover boy.” She passes it to Rowan who takes it. He traces the tip of his finger over the label, smiling at his boyfriend’s looping handwriting. 

Rowan doesn’t bother to be patient and tears into it, not noticing the tittering giggles and scurrying feet behind him. He tosses the wrapping paper to the side and eases the top of the box off. 

Whatever’s inside is covered in tissue paper. Rowan carefully opens it, puzzled as he sees a folded slip of paper. He takes it out and glances into the box, but there’s nothing more. “Oh.” He unfolds it and reads it quickly.

turn around - L 

Rowan frowns and puts the box down. “What is this?” He looks up and their faces are pink with barely controlled glee. “Guys, what did you do?” 

From behind him, he hears a dry, dark chuckle. “Won’t you turn around, my darling?” 

A half sob escapes Rowan and he stands up, the note fluttering to the floor as he turns. In the hall, Lorcan stands. He smiles a tired, weary smile, but it’s lazy and easy and golden and Lorcan. “Lor?” Rowan runs towards him, crashing into his boyfriend. He clutches at the back of Lorcan’s jacket, his smile blinding. 

Lorcan laughs quietly and pulls Rowan close, his big arms around the green-eyed man’s waist, “Hey, Ro.” 

“Hi,” Rowan whispers, tears caught in his lashes. “Are you really here?” He lifts his head, eyes searching Lorcan’s face. 

Instead of answering, Lorcan closes the distance between them and kisses Rowan deeply. Rowan melts into the embrace and softly sighs his boyfriend’s name, slim fingers sliding into dark hair. 

“Good gods, get a room already,” Aelin heckles cheerily. 

Lorcan bites Rowan’s lower lip and flips Aelin off as he slides his tongue over Rowan’s. Rowan hums sweetly and pulls away, his lip tucked between his teeth, “What are you doing here? What about work?” 

“I quit,” Lorcan says proudly, his eyes bright.

Rowan gapes at him and pushes his boyfriend backwards, “You what? Lorcan!” He smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder, “You love that job. Oh my gods, you did this for me, didn’t you? Didn’t you?” 

Lorcan grins widely, tugging Rowan back into his arms, “I’m sorry, pretty boy, but I did. No matter how much I liked it, I couldn’t be without you for that long.” 

“But,” Rowan makes a helpless gesture, not entirely sure why he’s fighting this, “you love that job.” 

“Yeah,” Lorcan bumps the tip of his cold nose into Rowan’s and pecks his lips, “but I love you more. I couldn’t enjoy it ‘cause I was missing you all the time.” 

Rowan can’t articulate everything he wants to say, so he hopes his kiss does it for him, “I love you so much. So much, love.” He lazily cradles the back of Lorcan’s head. 

“Hellas below, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear that for real,” Lorcan murmurs. “I love love love you.” 

Behind them, their friends start to catcall and whistle in appreciation. They break apart, cheeks burning and lips love-bitten. Reluctantly, the couple walks into the living room. Rowan sits down in the oversized armchair and picks up his drink. As Lorcan goes around, saying hello to everyone, Aelin perches herself on the arm of Rowan’s seat and toys with his light curls, “So, how do you like your gift?” 

“You- this was you? You did this for me?” 

“Oh,” she laughs merrily, “I wish I could take credit for it, but I only helped with the getting him here. This idea was all your mans.” Aelin tilts her head to the side, “Best Yulemas ever?” 

Rowan looks up to find Lorcan already looking his way. The dark-haired man walks over to him and bumps Aelin out of the way with an expert hip check, “What are you two talking about?” Lorcan sits down beside Rowan and slides his hand into the hair at the back of Rowan’s head. 

Rowan rests his chin on Lorcan’s shoulder and kisses the skin beneath his jaw, “This being the best Yulemas ever.” 

“Really? That good, hmm?” 

“Mmm,” Rowan smiles and kisses him softly, “without a doubt.” He nuzzles his nose against Lorcan’s, “Best Yulemas ever.”

 ☽ ☼ ☾

an: this is the first of a few fun lil holiday ficlets i’ve got planned & i hope u enjoy 😊

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[binniedeactivated]

no i totally got what u meant by like best out of all your own works and not in general! also saw ur plagiarizing post and that’s so shitty wtf!!! im so sorry people don’t know how to respect ur hard work and just straight up stole it and added the maknaes too ??? do people forget hyuka hasn’t even turned legal yet his birthdays not till august 🤢 if u have twt u could consider dming them and making take this down istg people have no conscience 🔪🔪

oh okay srry I must have been overthinking! I didn’t want people to get the wrong idea. And thank you! Like omg. The thing is when someone sent it to me at first I thought we were just authors with similar ideas but no she literally took different pieces of my head canon and published it like why would you do that 😭I was trying to see if I could DM her about it but I couldn’t find the feature!!

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

Can you do a Mecha kingdoms sett x reader??? •~•

Ok I've done my research and made a few adjustments instead of 3 kingdoms it's gonna be 4 where the reader came from and instead each of the kingdom or the other champions making the robots it's gonna be the reader who made them

Also in my defense Mecha Kingdoms is alot like Power Rangers but it's more awesome.

Here ya go

Srry the title sucks ⬇️

_________________________________________

The Metal Fighter

and

The Creator

For years 4 kingdoms have been fighting each other for power even the outer territory joined as well.

Being the only child in the family I decided to join the army to bring honor to for them.

But the general found another way for me to help my kingdom after seeing that I can't bring myself to kill another.

I was in charge of making brand new weapons to aid the soldiers in the battlefield.

In the middle of the fight between my kingdom and 3 more the ground suddenly rumble made us stop in mid fight, soldiers and the generals looked at each other in confusion forgetting the war for a second.

then the monsters came, a big Leviathan emerging from the seas following more as they started destroying everything in their path, creating havoc, screams all around the me, some running a way too scared that they might lose their life.

I looked around in fear as I see people getting killed everywhere and more dead bodies fell in the ground, I stare at the general without noticing the tail of the monster coming straight down on my figure.

The general started screaming at me but his voice was muffled by the chaos emitting around the battlefield then he run towards me.

It was like the world spin around us in slow motion before I knew it he push my body roughly aside making the large appendage crush his body instead of mine.

I stare in horror on the tail in front of me after the Leviathan flew away I see the bloody body of my general.

I kneeled down screaming while the tears in my eyes fell down on his face, he was still breathing but hardly, he took a hold of my hand to get my attention away from the large wound in his stomach I looked at him.

"please.....(Y/N) run..sav...save your life.....your mother needs..you...I promise her..th-that I'll bring...bring you back..alive". He tried saying between his breath but I can see him trying to hide his pain.

"No! You won't die! you save me! You'll go home with me, still alive and breathing!".

I glared at the figure of the monster that continued to kill more soldiers who tried to run away.

"I'll fix this General, they'll pay for this".

"N-no....(Y/N)!" He shouted.

I stood up and run trying to dodge other soldiers in my way but I trip on a dead body I looked down a see blood in my hands and in my armor this made my eyes prick with tears growling I push my self up and keep trying.

Once I reached my equipment, I started working on the cannon I made, tears still covering my sights but I wipe them away.

Finishing I pushed it and aimed directly at the flying creature as I wait for the right moment.

While it was busy I took the chance and fire at the unexpecting bastard, the ball hit it straight in it's head.

It roar in agony as blood came out in the wound, it turned his head a saw me, screeching in anger he then fly straight at me.

I reload the cannon with a bigger and special cannon ball that I made ,stood my ground waiting for the Leviathan to come near me.

By now the people were looking at me especially the ones on my side with fear in their eyes knowing that they may lose the only woman in their army.

The Monster open it's mouth getting ready the burn me with it's fire, the orange light glowing under it's throat.

I aimed and fire in it's mouth, the cannon ball entering in before exploding inside it's throat.

The Leviathan fell down on the ground, scaring and making the others fly away back to the seas.

The soldiers from the other kingdoms was standing in silence before mine shouted in glee as they run towards me the others joining us by shouting as well.

The soldiers surrounded me while shouting congratulating but I paid them no mind as I pushed them aside trying to reach the General.

Reaching the end of the crowd, I sprinted in search for his body, the others looked at me befor following me.

I turned my head around before spotting his coughing figure, I run towards him I slid on my knees not minding the pain.

"General!- I...I did it I killed-". but he cut me off.

"Ha....I knew you were.... special kid.... that was.....brave of...you-". I then started coughing roughly by now the soldiers surrounded us.

"Stop! stop talking please! save your breath! We can stil-!" But he grab a hold of my hand stopping me.

"N..no it's too late..(Y/N)..... it's time". He groan while his body started getting heavy in my arms before I knew it the light in his eyes faded away.

I looked at him letting my tears fall down on his face.

Even for just a moment the soldiers and other surviving general forgot about their hatred towards each other and payed their respect to the fallen.

Months past the Kingdoms decided to postponed the war to gather there minds about the creatures that emerged from the seas.

It was after the funeral for our soldiers when the high council of my kingdom paid me a visit and asked for help.

I was gonna refuse them at first but they said that after they heard the news of me killing a Leviathan that decided they needed me to help them make something to fight them off after all they will come back at some point.

So I agreed and here I am looking at some strange matter that was glowing.

"This was from the gods, they gifted this to us and I was wondering if you can make something that would help us in fighting the Leviathan". They gestured at the pile.

I started working with the help of the greatest minds in our kingdom by making gigantic robots that can be controlled that we called Avalons.

After finishing the last of the 5th Avalon, we decided to find 5 worthy people to control them, a man named Jax came to us and volunteer to join when he heard the news that we were looking for worthy people.

Well he was since he is the greatest weapon master in the land.

But things didn't go well when we found out that the others were stolen.

I was devastated, after all the hard work I put through they stole just it like that!?.

The high council decided to help me by sending out spies to find them.

The first one that came back with the help of Jax was named Garen a ruthless warlord that led the army of the Vercentia Kingdom deciding that we should put our difference aside and fight against the Leviathans together for the sake of humanity.

Good man.

Next was from the Dawnrise Kingdom, Leona but not willing tho she keep saying that her kingdom made it and she only joined to united her kingdom and help destroying the beast that roam our land.

I didn't argue, too busy worrying about the other stolen robot that I let her brag about her kingdom.

The third was from the mercenary named Draven that only wanted to join just for fun.

that was a 50-50 for me.

and last was by force we found my Avalon from a man named the Savage Wolf.

"WAIT HE BOUGHT MY AVALON FOR HOW MUCH!!??" I screamed at Jax and the spy when I heard that he only bought my Avalon to show off.

"A half price (Y/N), a HALF price". Jax repeated his words.

"OK! That's it I have enough of this they stole my master piece, I let Leona believe that her people made it- which is a LIE and the only good thing about this is that Draven and Garen are the only one who willingly joined". I shouted.

"Draven only joined for fun tho". Jax pointed out.

"That's beside the point". I growled.

I stomp towards where the Avalons were stationed and luckily the 4 were there as well.

I see a red haired man a standing near the one of the Avalon.

"You! are you The Savage Wolf?" I shouted while pointing at him.

Sett's POV :

Hear someone calling me by my Title, I turned my head to look and see a fuming woman stomping towards me with a man and Jax behind her

"Yeah what about it?" I asked with my eyebrow raised.

"Your him huh?". She stop a few meters away from me then she rolled up her sleeves and said.

"Good". She smirks before charging and jump on top of me.

Surprised by the sudden weight I fell on my back but she grab a hold of my collar and roughly shook me.

"WHO THE HELL WITH THE RIGHT MIND WOULD BUY MY FUCKING AVALON FOR A HALF PRICE?! HUH THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!? YOU-". before she can punch me Jax pluck her off me his arms around her waist while she keep trashing in his hold.

"JAX LET ME AT HIM YOU SON OF A-!".

*BOINK*

and here we are standing around talking about how we deal with The Avalons while the woman whose name was (Y/N) pouts besides Jax with a bump on her head.

"We should join forces by using the Avalons to fight off the Leviathans when they come back". Garen proposed.

"I supposed that will do, my people made my Avalon for that purpose". Leona agreed.

"Whoa hold on why don't I get a say in this!?". (Y/N) shouted catching our attention.

"They're MY Avalons! I also get to decide how they should be used". She throws her hands up.

"Excuse me? Yours? my Avalon is made by the finest scholars in my Kingdom that they gratefuly gave to me". Leona step forward infront of (Y/N).

"Well news flash 'Princess' your people are a bunch of stupid idiots and a liars, I made them with my own bare hands and they decided to stole them from me". She fight back also stepping forward.

"Oh? and what proof do you have that makes you the creator of this technology?" Leona tested looking smug as she cross her arms.

"Proof? Oh I'll give you a big ass proof". (Y/N) smirks snapping her fingers before saying.

"Activate Insta-Kill". She said.

then out of nowhere the Giant robots came to life and positioning in a fighting stance as the lights inside the machine turned red.

"INSTA-KILL MODE ACTIVATED". all the robots spoke in since.

I looked at each one of us and see they're faces written in shock -well except me, Draven (who was smirking) and Jax(?).

I smirked towards (Y/N) who was now looking smug seeing Leona's shocked face, her eyes looked at my direction, my smirk widen when she rolled her eyes, her smug face turning to frustration.

'heh, What a woman'

*BONUS*

months past by we agreed to join forces and used (Y/N)'s Avalons to fight off the Leviathans after they came back.

After a long day of fighting a bunch of them that came to close to the Estercrest Kingdom.

I was watching (Y/N) fix the boosters on the back of my robot.

"Hey girly! need a hand" I shouted up to her.

"No thanks!". She shouted.

"I don't want you destroying my robot more". She grumble but I heard her anyway thanks to me being half Vastayan.

"Ya know it was kinda your fault!" I shouted cupping a hands to let her hear me more.

"WHAT?! HOW THE HECK WAS IT MY FAULT?" she stop working and peer down from the platform where she worked.

"Cuz you distracted me sweetheart!" I wink at her clearly knowing that she can see me doing it.

"Wait What?!". She shouted but her hand slip from the ledge dragging her body down.

I quickly run and jump up to catch her mid air, catching her in my arms, I landed on the ground with her arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

"You can open you eyes now". I whispered in her ear.

She shivers and cup her ear while she looked at me.

"D-don't do that!". She stuttered her face turning redder by the minute.

"or you can say thanks for me saving your life". I smiled down to her.

But she shove both of her hands in my face and got out in my arms.

"Ok first of all how would I distract you?! Your the one that doesn't even listen to me! cuz you go and do you own-". She continues to blabber about what I said.

I only rolled my eyes before I neared her, she didn't even notice me.

"Your cute when you're angry".

Then I kissed her on the lips cutting her off while kissing her I opened my eyes to see her's closed, I smiled before parting a little my face still close to her.

She opened her eyes and looked in mine.

"Y-you..k-kissed m-m-me". I heard her stutter under her breath.

"Cuz I like ya". I winked before I turned and started walking a way leaving a tomato face girl.

"SETT!!!!!". She screamed behind me

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It's kinda long srry hope you liked it.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

@moldygreenblue (tumblr why are you always like this? ;w; lemme tag) 

I believe I went off on her a little before (outside her dungeon, x) Anyway Futaba’s there for a number of reasons:

 I hate her dungeon, her shadow, just her whole arc from a lore perspective. The rules are broken....no...shattered for her, not just P5′s rules but previous games’ rules. (I think I mentioned it in these posts x, x, x, btw these are all pre Royal.....Atlus probs saw a post about it and was like “we need to add doubts in Royal maybe now it’ll make sense!” srry boo but she says it’s no her mom and her cognition should reflect that right away you still messed up, also too little too late).

I’m pretty sure I remember talking about how I do no think she is a good representation of mental illness, she basically is cured with the “power of friendship” after a week (of being conscious), and they only use her lingering issues when they need it for plot reasons (on top of the fact iirc the writing between main story and CoOp is contradictory, iirc she’s like “MC you’re the one who saved me! I can only go out if I’m with YOU!” and then the next day of one of my playthroughs Yusuke literally picks her up and she’s like “oh I’m fine now, and it’s thanks to EVERYONE!” and it’s just....pandering for a romance in that CoOp). It pisses me off she’s the rep for mental illness. 

She takes up too much screen time, and it feels like a lot of actual issues/obstacles we could just....overcome is instead made so we NEED to use her (I’m looking at you dungeon 3 of PQ2, you can suck it, Fuuka should’ve been the focus, literally makes no sense for Futaba to be the focus????) 

Ties into point 1 but still deserves it’s own point. I hate how she’s like “THEY STOLE MY HEART! THEY CHANGED MY COGNITION!” but....we didn’t.......we literally didn’t. Did we help/save her with our intervention? Yes, but it’s not cause it was supernatural, we just showed up for her. Did WE solve her issue supernaturally.....no....not really, we didn’t get a chance (remember how....there was no treasure! oOo yeah we go into her Palace, but that’s not really changing her, it’s us going in irl and being like “yo ya gotta go outside! get that sunny D!” than us screwing with her dungeon). She solved it herself, Yaldy gave her the app, she ran into her Shadow, she accepted her Shadow, she solved it on her own. Not only is it a straight up lie, and conflating someone changing their mind/”heart” with the PT way of changing hearts (as well as the fact you know....we didn’t change her cognition, she did), but it also reduces her own involvement in her own healing process and overcoming the obstacle herself. We were just the spark, the rest of the flame emerged from Futaba. Like listen, the IRL stuff we did was important, but when it came down to the wire, it was her own memory and faith in herself and her mom that helped her confront herself and her false memories (because y’know...she couldn’t hear us). And it pisses me off that the writers would take something important to a character and her message, away for some bullshit reason.

I dunno some times she acted like an ass and it was just annoying, I already had Makoto/Yusuke/Goro/MC(even Mona/Ryu at times, to other’s not each other, obvie they do it to each other) kinda getting away(or have gotten away) with that without much reprimanding. (and tbh, anything that could possibly be redeemable, is either nonexistent, or overshadowed by the fact she’s mostly just there for her be connected to a literal mother of a plot device, no her hacking isn’t needed you have superpowers and another world WHY do you need to rely on her????literally states in the first dungeon you can’t use a phone camera in the metaverse even, but for some reason a laptop is fully working?????I know one is part of the phone and the other is a comp but it’s our only tech we know/can relate back to, so what does it mean Atlus? Is the comp allowed but the phone isn’t? Why? Just explain. Here’s one I just made up for you: Phone has to have the app open at all times in the metaverse! Or, actually no tech works well in the Metaverse, which means no laptop, one or the other choose please)

Oh she kinda screws us over, until we joined we didn’t have any connections to doing anything illegal. Yeah she throws that out the window. I mean we can always sell her out, but we are her enablers/accomplices.

Someone I know who was studying hacking at the time (for their work) was like “she’s kind of pulling that shit outta her ass.” And it hurt them to watch any of her scenes play out (I think the wire tap was the one thing she got a pass on tho). It doesn’t help it’s not really explained enough (so they can see if it’s plausible). To them it’s cringe, to me it shows convenience for the story (obvie I care more about how it hinders the story skadlfj;alfj and if it’s like they say, it annoys me even more). 

Spinoff wise I hate how she tries to grope Anne and Makoto in P5D, and I hate how she takes up a shit load of screen time in PQ2 (I don’t care Hikari is a shut in, gdi Fuuka earned that spotlight in dungeon 3, it makes no sense why Futaba would do it, hell Fuuka should’ve been chiming in due to her knowing what it’s like to be bullied, same with Rise iirc she was also bullied, like god damn, PQ2 really went “We’re gonna give all the screen time to P5 kids even tho they won’t really do jack shit with most of it, and just have P3/4 kids chime in enough to remember they exist”) 

Basically I don’t like what she brings to the table, esp since the game makes us rely on her. She doesn’t spark the exact same amount of rage that Makoto does (tho if you saw me my last playthrough during Futaba’s dungeon I’d say it’s pretty close), but it does feel insulting from a long time fan/lore fiend/just a freaking viewer trying to consume the medium that’s seeing there’s some toxic stuff in her writing (and I don’t mean “toxic” I mean “it’s really bad to freaking think that friends will fix your mental health, it won’t, and it’s unfair to you and your friends to even think of putting that onto them” bad levels of thinking). 

I also find she’s a wasted opportunity, such as “oh what if we solved this mental illness with supernatural means? what could possibly go wrong? Esp with how drastic the change is for other people we’ve done it to! :D” *cough* *cough* If only they figured out that’d be kinda interesting *cough**cough* Oh mean what a violet coughing fit, I mean violent.... >.> *in a bad canadian accent* I really need soome air eh?..........8U ANYWAY, the biggest role she serves (besides spotlight stealing to justify having a hacker), is a connection to her mom and showcasing that even “good people” can have palaces.....sadly the latter seems to fall on deaf ears on even fans of this game.....and the writers/characters. So uhhhh good job failing at the latter (for awhile at least), and uhhh....we could just NOT have the former! I think the gov could be shady without them also getting in on supernatural stuff but that’s just me. 030

[keeroo92]

True North Part 3

This practically write itself. Thanks again @clevermentalitybeliever for your support! I kinda have to apologize for the giant pile of angst I’m leaving you, but the payout’s gonna be so good...This has turned into quite a project and I’m loving every minute!

Link to Part 1

Link to Part 2

Trigger/content warning - mentions of physical abuse.

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V rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn, putting the car in park. He was half an hour early for work, but this was when you normally arrived. Your car wasn’t there yet, not a good sign. He took a gulp of his coffee, the strongest the barista could manage. So far, it hadn’t helped much. Six shots only to not lose consciousness.

He occupied his mind by thinking of new jokes, new ways to make you smile. Did you like pranks? Dante played enough on him as a child, he had plenty of ideas. Some would need to be toned down, Dante wasn’t exactly gentle.

He checked his phone. Ten minutes since he arrived.

How long should he wait before texting you? There hadn’t been any more messages since last night, but even in his current state he knew he was being paranoid. He couldn’t stop worrying, it was eating him alive and he didn’t understand why. You were his boss and his friend, yes, but so was Nero and he didn’t have this reaction to him being in danger.

Well, Nero is a fighter. He can take care of himself. She can’t.

That I know of.

He took another sip of coffee. The trouble was how much he simply didn’t know. His mind filled in the blanks with the worst case scenarios on repeat, merciless in its torment. It made him want to scream.

Another sip.

Was that an engine? He scanned the portion of road he could see in the rearview mirror, spotting a sedan on approach. It was the wrong color and he sat back with a huff. How long now? He checked his phone.

It’s only been fifteen minutes.

He sighed. Truly, this was driving him mad. All he wanted was to see you safe, make sure he hadn’t fucked up again. Why was that so exhausting, just to want one person to be safe?

Another sip.

His phone dinged.

Srry for late request, can U pick me up? Caleb not home.

V frowned. Was something wrong with your car? Did Caleb damage it somehow? It didn’t matter – he’d find out soon enough. He tapped out a quick response that he was on the way and started the car.

---Reader---

You smiled at his response. It was a relief to know that despite the disaster last night, V would still be there for you. He was a good man, a good friend. Honorable. Funny. Attractive.

And there I go again, thinking about how wonderful my employee is…

You distracted yourself by checking your email, catching up on your inbox as you waited by the window. There he was, pulling in right out front. You tapped the screen and hit send, telling him you were headed out to meet him.

You checked your reflection one more time, lifting the hem of your shirt to eye the angry bruise covering the lowest rib on the left side. It hurt like a bitch, but you didn’t think anything was broken. Cracked, at worst. You could get it looked at after work. All you had to do was not breathe deeply or twist and it should be fine.

Goddamnit, Caleb…

He was so kind growing up. Only over the last few years had he turned sour and angry. Sometimes he showed glimpses of who he used to be, and you weren’t quite ready to give up on him yet. Besides, he’d only hurt you a few times. Things would get better. He would get better. You just had to have faith.

He’s my brother and he loves me. He’s just going through a tough time.

You sighed and grabbed your purse. A twinge of pain in your side reminded you not to do that and you grimaced. It was going to be a long day.

Outside, V already had the door open for you. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and a dull sheen replacing the usual glint of energy within them. It was obvious he’d barely slept. You tried to move the same way you always did, hiding the pain under a mask of normalcy. Pain was temporary, family was forever.

“Thanks for coming,” you said. V smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Anytime.”

As if I didn’t feel bad enough already…

You buckled your seatbelt and realized this was the first time you’d ridden with him. He didn’t seem like he’d be a reckless driver, but you crossed your fingers anyway.

“So, where’s your car?” he asked.

“Caleb borrowed it.”

He frowned and pulled onto the main road. So far, so good. He was silent for a long time, eyes focused on the road. The silence was deafening, and you were tempted to try the radio when his lips parted.

“What happened after I left?”

There it was. The question you had no idea how to answer. You hated lying, and V deserved better. The truth was on the tip of your tongue, begging to be spoken. You swallowed and looked at your lap, watching your fingers fidget.

“He calmed down and went to bed. No big deal.”

His eyes stole a glance at your face as he stopped for a red light. He didn’t look away until the car in front of him moved, not even blinking as he watched you. It was unnerving and you hoped he’d go back to his normal self by the time you got to work.

Maybe a little less funny for a few days, just till I’m better…

He sighed. “You know, I don’t just think of you as my boss. You’re my friend. If Caleb ever crosses the line, I hope you trust me enough to tell me.”

Fuck, how do I respond to that?

The truth welled up in your throat again, threatening to force its way into the open. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw until it subsided. The desire to tell V everything was strong, but you were stronger. You had to be.

“I do trust you. There’s nothing to worry about. He’s all bark, no bite.”

Your voice sounded tremulous to your ears, but V nodded. His easy acceptance of your lie left you feeling sick as he pulled into the parking lot. Bile rose in your throat and you shoved it back as you got out of the car, moving slowly to favor your rib.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” V asked.

Damnit.

“Just a stomachache, I’ll be fine once I get some pepto.”

Once inside, you took stock. It wasn’t usually a problem if you left the shop in Peter’s hands, it rarely got busy enough to warrant more than two people working at a time. Nothing looked too far behind, so yesterday was more of the same.

“Can you start the sorting? I’ll do some appraisals until we open,” you said. Though he didn’t look happy to be assigned work on the other side of the building, V did as you asked. You breathed a careful sigh of relief and got to work, praying you’d make it through the day.

---V---

It was over a week before you seemed normal again, moving with ease and confidence throughout the shop. He hated keeping his mouth shut, hated that he was at least eighty percent certain of why you favored your left side. It stung that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth, but he understood and did his best to respect the boundary.

He swore if it ever happened again, he would unleash all his fury on Caleb.

The time he shared with you was precious and rare as the holidays approached, one of the two busy seasons. You hired a few seasonal employees and sent V to handle their training. It was either a compliment to his growing skill or an attempt to maintain some distance, and his mixed feelings left him confused and annoyed.

He wished every day that the easy, joking nature of your friendship would return, and every day he was disappointed. It hurt, far more than he would’ve guessed. You were the first friend he’d made in his new life after the Qlipoth. He was friendly with all his coworkers, but none of them made him smile the way you did.

He missed his familiars, too. Their companionship was worth more than he knew, and every time he felt the threads of connection that once flowed to them it broke his heart a little bit more.

By the week of Thanksgiving, he was the opposite of thankful.

He didn’t have any plans for the evening itself, and found himself going to work just to keep his mind occupied. He had a key now. You trusted him more with your business than your friendship.

Stop thinking about it. It never helps. Focus on the task in front of you.

A massive pile of new arrivals arrived just yesterday. It needed to be sorted and appraised, then he’d see how much he could fit on the sales floor before Black Friday. A daunting task, perfect to use as a distraction. He lost himself in it easily.

Hours passed. He didn’t notice how late it was until his phone buzzed angrily on the counter by his elbow. Nero was calling.

We’ve barely spoken in months, why is he calling me now?

He tapped the green button, then put it on speaker. “Hello.”

“V! Where the fuck are you? Turkey’s almost ready!”

His brows furrowed. Not once had Nero mentioned he was welcome for the feast, and Fortuna was a seven hour drive away. He picked up the phone and switched off speaker, already pacing. He could barely hear the young man with the cacophony in the background. Quite a party he was missing.

“What are you talking about? I wasn’t told I was welcome.”

“Dude. We didn’t think you were so dense you needed to hear it out loud. You’re always welcome.”

His lips twitched. A simple miscommunication, then. How absurd, to have wasted so much energy and time feeling lonely. Relationships were far too complicated; he wasn’t a mind reader, how was he supposed to know?

“Next time, I’d appreciate more direct communication.”

“Yeah, no problem. Guessing you can’t make it, then? Still in Red Grave?”

“Yes, I have to work tomorrow.”

“All right, well I’m putting you on speaker. Everybody say hi to Uncle V!”

What sounded like at least fifty people shouted out various iterations of the greeting and V’s heart warmed at the sheer number of voices on the other end. Only one was missing.

Yours.

He sighed. “Thank you, everyone. I’ll visit soon, I promise.”

“You better!”

The line cut out for a moment as Nero took him off speaker. The background noise faded and V could almost hear Nero’s heavy footsteps as he left behind the bulk of the group.

“What’s up, brother? You seem weird. Well, weirder than usual.”

What should he say? Was any of it even worth mentioning? Nero was at a party, he had better things to do than listen to his complaints.

“I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Tell me or I start driving.”

And suddenly he couldn’t hold it in anymore. The stress, the guilt, the loneliness. His joy at finding a friend and his sorrow at the chasm that now separated you. How much it hurt to be held at arms distance. The pain that despite the victory over Urizen, he felt like he’d lost. By the time he fell silent, he was utterly drained.

“Jeez, dude… That’s a lot. I’m sorry you’re dealing with so much shit. I mean, the way you talk about Y/N sounds like how I talk about Kyrie.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Damn, you really are dense sometimes. I mean you want more than friendship from her. That’s why it hurts so much. You got feelings.”

V sighed. He could hardly believe he was actually listening to Nero. But he was the only person he knew in a successful relationship, so maybe he had a point.

“I can’t deny I’ve entertained the thought. More than once. I’ve almost paid her back, but she’s still my boss.”

“Then quit. Find a new job.”

He shook his head. “I like working here, though. Working with her.”

“You need to figure out what’s more important, then. The job, or the lady. Ah, shit, someone started a food fight. I gotta go, but call me soon. Or I’ll call you, whatever.”

“Thanks, Nero. Talk to you soon.”

He lowered the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had a lot of thinking to do, but there was one thing he had to do first. With a few taps of the touch screen, he hit send before he could think too much. Three words.

I miss you.

Part 4