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your-ne1ghbor · 3 months

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Yayyyyy! Questions!!

(Forgive me if you’ve already made posts about some of these ;-;)

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1. How was Asha adopted into royalty? Does she remember anything from her biological parents?

2. How does the realm where stars live work? What’s your Starboy’s relationship with the other stars? Are they family? Is he Isolated?

3. Amaya backstory. Is her eye injury related to a star?

4. Mind explaining the monster creature thing that Magnifico has chained up?

5. How do Wishing Ceremonies work in your AU? Or would you rather keep that as a surprise for now?

6. How old are each of the characters?

7. Are you going to write out your story or is it through art dumps or animatics? What’s the duration of your story? Days? Weeks? Months?

8. Which Wish AU do you think the characters of your AU would most get along with? Which one would they get along with the least?

9. How are you placing the 7 teens in your plot?

10. Sorry. Random thought. Buuuuuut. I think you’ve mentioned your Starboy not knowing what pain felt like until he went down to Earth. Which is a sad and startling discovery, I’ll say.

Meanwhile, Sueño is just there, familiar with pain as an old friend of theirs. Imagine them just staring at TKoRaT!Star and just go: “First time?”

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And before I leave, let me sprinkle some positivity and good luck in your workplace before bidding you adieu~

Oo love the questions @flicklikesstuff ✨️

1.) How was Asha adopted into royalty? Does she remember anything from her biological parents?

Amaya found her at the "kingdoms doorsteps". I made a post about it here.

Asha does remember some things about her biological parents, like how her father playing music seemed to make the sound dance in the air as her mother drew images that always seemed to move and glow in a way when they told her stories. But that's all she remembers about her parents. Only what they did, not for the stories about the stars and warnings they gave about the royal couple.

2. How does the realm where stars live work? What’s your Starboy’s relationship with the other stars? Are they family? Is he Isolated?

I vaguely know how the Star Realm works, but is somewhat works like @oh-shtars star realm, but still different enough to be its own thing. Something about the star realm is that there are multiple worlds, or to them, islands that each hold a lake and a wishing tree. Inspired by Neverland from Peter Pan. The lake is basically the entrance to the human realm. But one simply cannot enter the lake unless wished apon. This is where the wishing tree comes in. The wishing tree holds the wishes of the people. These wishes take shape into a ribbon shape form, which is really how they can enter the "Middle World" I call it. (Human realm just sounds weird since there are other things in that realm that isn't just humans, but monsters as well). The ribbons call the star when they are wished apon from that world, which all they have to do is take the ribbon off the tree and enter the lake. They go through like a transportaion like from the movie Enchanted to enter the world. Ofc, the star doesn't have to accept it. If a star doesn't accept the wish, the wish would fade away and later will be forgotten. Some worlds are sometimes too dangerous to enter (like the world Asha resides in) or the wishing tree is too withered away due to the less amount of dreams people are dreaming from. Wishing trees thrive with the dreams and wishes of people. It doesn't have to be told to have the tree thrive. If told to the sky, a ribbon appears if that makes sense. Plus, the lake can also be a source of looking into that world, like knowing what they are getting into before entering it with the ribbon. Stars have to have the ribbon with them at all times. Luckily, only the user can take off the ribbon, which makes the star return to the sky. Another way for a star to return to the sky is if the wish is granted. The ribbon will fade, and thus, the star will fade back into their world.

Star Boys relationship with the other stars is basically them treating each other with care like a family!

...At least...when he was little. After he "helped" his first wish (it went terribly wrong), the stars started to not trust him with wish granting/guiding. It's more of they want him to learn how to use his powers responsibly. But even when he did, they still worry that the same thing will happen again. So they told him he is too dangerous to actually help anyone. Especially in Asha's world. Her world is too dangerous for stars (Maggy in the corner as he grows in anger to the stars is a prime example of that)

3. Amaya backstory. Is her eye injury related to a star?

I want to go into a different post about her overall backstory, but her eye injury is somewhat related to the star. She and some guards ran into the duo to stop them from killing the people that resided in Rosas, but she gotten her eye taken out in the process.

4. Mind explaining the monster creature thing that Magnifico has chained up?

It isn't necessarily chained up, more of him sending it back to hell since it should stay there and where it came from. The monster is something I dubbed "Star Eaters." It isn't because they eat stars, no, it more called that way due to the positive essence that the stars give off when they enter the Middle World, which is something they feed off from: Positive Emotions. They are a combination of restless souls that can never move on unless they eat positive emotions. The positive emotions works as some sort of healing processes the souls go through in order to move on. If the eat someone's positive emotions, it doesn't really kill them, it more leaves the person in a more depressed state, somewhat like how Mag steals the wishes that leaves them in a more depressed state too.

5. How do Wishing Ceremonies work in your AU? Or would you rather keep that as a surprise for now?

Well...

What do you think?

6. How old are each of the characters?

Idk yet, I haven't really figured that part out yet lmao 😭

7. Are you going to write out your story or is it through art dumps or animatics? What’s the duration of your story? Days? Weeks? Months?

I already answered the 1st part of the question in another post.

The duration of the story I'm not entirely sure yet. It maybe be possibly within a month or 2.

8. Which Wish AU do you think the characters of your AU would most get along with? Which one would they get along with the least?

This one is hard cause it varies for each of the main 4.

TKORAT Mag would probably ask RFTS Mag for notes he took when he picked and abused Sueño as TKORAT Amaya would probably sympathize with RFTS Amaya. She would 100% Enjoy seeing Sueño getting abused tho 💀

Star would really get along with Sueño but would give him a hug and become horrified of that mag in the process of knowing him. Plus after he gets stabbed, Sueño would ver much sympathize with his situation. TKORAT Asha relates to RFTS Asha and enjoys how she cares for people, but also doesn't understand it as RFTS Asha relates to her shy side of her😭

FS AU is also something cause TKORAT Mag and Amaya would see FS Mag and Amaya as their former selves. People who care and greets the world with open arms (before they become the villains) and relates to how they lost their home due to the stars. They basically find them a bit nostalgic, meanwhile FS Mag and Amaya would probably be horrified of them. They went through basically the same thing but instead became the worse versions of themselves. They would probably have the most arguments between them.

FS Asha would be in shock that TKORAT Asha actually KNOWS magic but also disapproves of what TKORAT Asha does to the wishes as TKORAT Asha would probably die. I don't necessarily see them getting along well, but I also see them getting along? Idk I'm mixed on that. Ceilo and TKORAT Star would probably become BSF tbh. (Polieties and Telamecus be like) 😭

WG Star and TKORAT Star would get along very well on the same levels as FS Star. WG Asha meanwhile is just worries for TKORAT Asha's mental state as TKORAT Asha envies her support system 💀

WG Mag and Amaya and TKORAT Mag and Amaya is something idk entirely at the moment, but they probs plot some very devious plans together.

TWK Mag and Amaya would be annoyed at the fact that they went out of their way to kill Asha's parents instead of doing it later on and TKORAT Mag and Amaya would be annoyed that they kidnapped Asha instead of killing her grandparents then gaslight her. Idk I see them being annoyed at each other. TKORAT Asha would probably feel sympathy to TWK Asha's situation and TWK would probably avoid her due to what she does to the wishes.Idk much on TWK Star a the moment, so I probs need to read up on that.

@annymation 's AU Mag and Amaya would not get along with TKORAT Mag and Amaya. They see them as "too nice" for their status but approves on what they do to their kingdom meanwhile TKORAT Mag and Amaya cannot tolerate them at all. They find them annoying.

Her Asha would see the villains in her universe be somewhat the embodiment of what they do into TKORAT Asha. Sure, TKORAT Asha crushes wishes, but I see that causing some flashbacks to them absorbing Star's powers and let him die in front of her so TKORAT Asha would avoid her to not remind her of that. TKORAT Star is just curious on Aster's shape-shifting abilities as Aster is with him.

Now @spectator-zee 's Asha and TKORAT Asha would get along very well. They both relate to each other the most in my eyes. Both are just on the same level of isolation and enjoys each other's company.

Orion and TKORAT Star are homies to me. Don't ask why, they just are.

9. How are you placing the 7 teens in your plot?

Like I said in another post, I'm not entirely sure yet.

10. Sorry. Random thought. Buuuuuut. I think you’ve mentioned your Starboy not knowing what pain felt like until he went down to Earth. Which is a sad and startling discovery, I’ll say.

Meanwhile, Sueño is just there, familiar with pain as an old friend of theirs. Imagine them just staring at TKoRaT!Star and just go: “First time?”

(@oh-shtars sueño is comforting star hehe)

Yeah...pretty much.

Here's the thing. The way I am framing the "stabbing" if you call it, is basically his empathetic side coming into play.

Anyone he had hurt or hell, Maggy's pain, he felt all of the grief washing over him when he got stabbed.

I very muched liked how I framed it, it's just that it is a very huge part of the story and I probably won't be able to spoil it until I know what I am writing 💀

Anyways, thank you so much for the questions! I very much had a fun time answering them :D

#I probably made this one more nicer and easier to follow and I might fix that with the other question post if I get time too maybe idk #disney wish #wish 2023 #art #art tag #artwork #star wish #the kingdom of roses and thorns #star boy #TKORAT au #wishverse #wish disney #artists on tumblr #tumblr asks #lore

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darkmatter-nebula · 8 days

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"Lost But Now Found" AU drabble about the sweet little starboy Colli and his Aunt Lilith ahead, my dear fellas. It takes place shortly after Young Blood Old Souls. Lilith is looking for a Coven Sigil on Colli and she is very relieved as she doesn't find anything. Let's go!

(by the way, I hope I'm using the word "examined" in the right context.)

Drabble: No Sigil

A certain small starboy with otherwordly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold sat completely still as his Aunt examined him. She was looking everywhere for a Coven Sigil on Colli's delicate and petite body. She was very gentle with him, though.

"No Sigil! Oh, thank Titan!" Lilith sighed in relief. Belos didn't mark Colli as his property! Lilith wrapped her arms around Colli and cuddled the kindhearted eternal little boy close to her chest. Colli couldn't hold back his tears.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Lilith asked softly. "I'm just very touch-starved, Aunt Lily." Colli explained as he returned her embrace. 'I have the strong urge to slaughter Belos for everything he had done to my nephew!' The smart woman thought as her protectiveness towards the immortal celestial boy grew even stronger.

The End

#lost but now found au #the collector #colli clawthorne-noceda-deamonne-whispers #lilith clawthorne #emporer belos #fanfic

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andtheechonocturnes · 7 months

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All of the oneshots, that I care about, because I can’t find shit when I need something. Part 2

〰〖This time I decided to rate the stories based on major and secondary preferences, starting from most to least. P.S. They are all my favorites and mean a lot to me (All parts), they all convey some distinct memories of my ''girlhood”, and continue to bring me joy now as a young adult.〗〰 I've been avoiding this for far too long.

♡ - the ones my thoughts keeps returning back to again and over

ღ -two part oneshots

two that I lost and could not find in my likes, but I recall loving reading

1.The waltz between us♡

◇ pairing: jimin | reader

◇ word count: 15.754

◇ genre: angst and fluff

2. devotion; m ♡

✓ Couple: Jimin x Reader | Angel!AU and Demon!AU

✓ Filed under: angst, smut, horror

✓ Words: 16,463

3. The Shoulder on Which You Cry (M)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Mention of Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hometown AU, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 11K

4. everythingoes | kth & jjk♡

Pairing: Fuckboy!Taehyung x Reader; Jungkook x Reader

Genre: ANGST, so much fucking angst, smut, (barely there) fluff

Word Count: 24k

5. paradise 17; m ♡

✓ Couple: Taehyung x Reader | VirtualReality!AU

✓ Words: 15,217

✓ Filed under: smut

6. starboy; m ♡

✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Fratboy!AU and College!AU

✓ Words: 14,285

✓ Filed under: smut

7. fireflies; m

✓ Pair: Taehyung x Reader | Punk!AU & College!AU

✓ Filed under: fluff, angst, smut, very intense philosophical talks about love

✓ Words: 21,175

8. Lucifer | A huge fuck you, repost. JK x Reader

Pairing: JJK x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, smut.

Word count: 13.5K

9. Poison Apple

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Fem Reader ; Min Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Mature, Smut

Word count: 22.35k

10. ghosts just wanna have fun; m

✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Psychic!AU & MedSchool!AU

✓ Words: 20,062

✓ Filed under: fluff, crack, light smut

11. oblivion | j.j.k ♡

⇢ pairing(s): demon!jeon jungkook x fallen angel!reader.

⇢ word count: 10.3K

⇢ genre: angst, demon!au.

12. Beastly Gods (M)

Pairings: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader x ???

Genre: Hybrid AU, Thriller, Drama

Word Count: 8K Rating: M

13. there for you

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

word count: 20k

genre: hogwarts au, bad boy au | fluff/angst

14. Hellbound⇢demon!jjk [E]

⇢Explicit (18+)

⇢Pairing: Demon JJK x female y/n

⇢Genre: yandere, smut, supernatural

⇢Word count: 14.5k

15. taehyung's version ღ

☆ pairing: taehyung x fem!reader x jungkook

★ word count: 5.4k

16. jungkook's version♡ ღ

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader x taehyung

word count: 3.7k

17. his special secret | kim taehyung ღ

➢ genre/au: college art professor!tae x art student!y/n [she/her… afab] [age gap 9 years]

➢ 12.5k words

18. his special secret | kim taehyung ღ

➢ genre/au: college art professor!tae x art student!y/n [she/her… afab] [age gap 9 years]

➢ 13.5k words

19. cardio | j.jk

pairing: personal trainer!yandere!jungkook x married!rich!f!reader

rating: smut with slight angst 🍒

word count: 13,906 words aka grab the popcorn, this is long

20. DAUNTING

pairing. milf!yn x son’s best friend!jk

genre. yandere, stalking. smut (little piece but it’s smut!!!)

word count. 10k

#favourite #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoogni #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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rosyrosethorns · 10 months

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other fans’ “jack horner survives” AUs: “he fused with the wishing star upon explosion and became Starboy Jack(tm)”

my personal “jack horner survives” AU:

the magic snack protected his ass like a mario power-up. even though he was still caught in the explosion, he was just reverted to normal size.

when puss, kitty, and perrito left the scene, he came to and climbed out of the crater like:

when he returns to the factory (and has a fight with goldie & the bears in the process) he rebuilds his magic collection and starts searching for other ways to get his wish

oh, and he swears revenge against puss, kitty, perrito, and the crime bear family who escaped when he last fought them

#big jack horner #i had this in mind for a while but never shared until now #nothing wrong with starboy jack though #i just never found a way to utilize that AU for my own indulgences

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interlvgos · 2 years

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I want to join in on the fic convo real quick, because my brain is all muddy at this time of night but at the same time that is when it is at its most excitable and without really being able to add anything to the discussion I still want to comment on the prospect of George having a classic "Oh" moment when he notices that Lewis has literally always protected him even when he might not have been 100 % deserving of it, even when he gave him headaches by being difficult, even when he put him as a TP in a complicated position, because I love that so much. It's s such a good, satisfying thing, it scratches an itch, has me softly weeping and cuddling my blanket and eating that shit up. Yep, George would watch DTS, wouldn't he. Or he would, ready to hurt himself, google himself, in spite of everyone trying to keep him away from the socials, only to find Lewis being quoted. Or he would get little press conference clips sent to himself by Alex or someone that show Lewis verbally murdering Horner on George's behalf...... I am holding that concept close to my chest, cradling it, running away into the sunset with it.....

tp lewis au discussion under the cut! <3

absolutely! and the thing is, in a lot of ways, george isn't necessarily deserving of lewis' defence: as i mentioned last night, he makes a lot of questionable decisions that compromise lewis' postion and also - at times - underminds him. and lewis' cool mask of indifference george gets in return only solidifies george's opinion that, actually, lewis just doesn't care about him anymore beyond the professional sphere of what success george can bring to mercedes.

he pretends not to notice how much his chest fucking aches when he thinks about that too long.

but lewis will always protect him, again: there's no version of lewis in this au that wouldn't protect george from everything. he was his, for a long time, and lewis was george's in return - they orbited around one another and their lives intwined to such a degree that when they were together, if one of them hurt, they both did.

now, it isn't the same dynamic, but now lewis is just fucking angry when he hears the shit said about george because yeah, maybe he doesn't deserve it, but he's afraid of the void in george's eyes and he doesn't understand why his - their - starboy has fallen so far, crashed back down to earth in a haze of stupid decisions and snappy remarks, why he's all fake smiles and attitude and pushing back as much as he's pushing everyone away.

so god, lewis isn't a violent person, but if he has to watch horner berate george's 'unsafe' and 'unsportsmanlike' conduct one more time he's going to hit the fucking roof.

and if the one of the first time george's carefully constructed facade slips is when alex motions for him to look towards the media pen where lewis stands, brilliant and beautiful and dangerous in his anger as he shuts down bullshit claims from horner regarding george yet again, well. george will ignore the way his heart pounds with it, jackrabbiting out of his chest, like it's bodily trying to move him closer, closer, back into lewis' orbit.

#* anon.#* tp lewis au.#ty ty ty for the ask! <3 it makes me SO happy to see people are excited about this au fr #I hope this makes sense and sorry for going on a tangent !!

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aggressivedaikons · 1 year

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Starboy (Soundwave Deserter AU Fic) Ch. 3

Chapter One / Previous Chapter / AO3 Ver.

(Not tagging with anything more than transformers due to no Soundwave lmao)

Peyton was, and had always been a lover of nature. Growing up in New Hampshire, she would spend her childhood out in the woods, playing with sticks, making forts and gardens. Every second she spent indoors, Peyton was thinking about the wild. She read up on nearly every kind of forest critter, how to search and forage for plants, how to hunt. She loved nearly every aspect of wildlife, from the root systems of mushrooms to the science behind of eagle wings, and everything inbetween.

When she was 13, she got a Maine Coon kitten. She had always been a cat person, but rarely asked for one of her own. At first, she had been a little hesitant, worried that he might keep her away from her carefree fun in the woods. But, after some research and training, the two were off together. Cheddar, her cat, now on a leash, was able to run alongside her as they tromped through the woods.

That was seven years ago.

Peyton was now in college, and had moved over to the west coast to attend Oregon State University, majoring in Botany and Environmental Sciences. She decided that if she had had such a strong passion for life and nature ever since she was a young child, she should pursue a career as an ecologist.

Her aunt lived out in California, and had rented out the spare cabin she would occasionally spend her summers at, as a place for Peyton to live. It was an incredibly beautiful piece of land. A mountain view, lush greenery, a blue lake only a mile or so away. It was serene.

The cabin was a small, studio-sized A-frame cabin, roughly 800 square ft, with a tall ceiling. It was divided into three rooms. The front area was a wide living space, with a small kitchen to the right. In the middle of the back wall, there was a hallway. At the end, we’re three doors. To the left, the bathroom, to the right, Peyton’s bedroom, and through the middle, there was a small porch.

Peyton had just finished the finals only a week before, and now, was finally able to relax. Ah, summer break. Though she loved her classes, she always yearned for that freedom of the summer. She had several hikes planned already, as well as a camping trip. As she drove up the hill, she thought to herself about what she needed to pack.

She always forgot something, no matter what. Her thoughts seemed scrambled, and cluttered, 24/7, bouncing around in her brain, non-stop. She began to list off everything she needed to bring for the 6.7 mile hike she was planning on going tomorrow morning. She considered the thought of bringing Cheddar, but she was afraid the hike would be too long. Maybe another day.

She repeated the list of items she needed to pack under her breath as she pulled into the dirt driveway.

“Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass, snacks and waterbottle. Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass…”

As she did so, she fumbled around her bag to dig out her house keys, before hopping out of her Jeep, and running up to her door. Her cat, who was previously sprawled out in the sun, was now pawing and trilling at the glass siding, eager for his mama’s return.

As Peyton entered, Cheddar rubbed up a against her legs, purring and chittering. He ran over to his food bowl (which was half-full) expectantly, looking up at her with big eyes. Peyton sighed, before walking over and pulling the scoop out of the cat food.

She spoke to Cheddar in a babey voice, saying “Oh, hey there, Chedd! You have food in your bowl, silly! You’re such a dumb little boy, aren’t you? You wouldn’t have a chance in the wild, wouldn’t you, you silly goose!” She said, as she stirred up she remaining dry mix that had been left in the cat’s bowl since that morning with the empty scoop.

As she stood back up, Cheddar eagerly went to eat the food in his bowl. This was a regular thing, for them. Though some of her friends had inquired to her about the chances of him having vision issues, but after going to the vet, they decided nothing was wrong, and that he was just an orange cat.

Peyton walked to her bedroom, and climbed up to her bed, which was elevated by a few feet. She undid her ponytail, letting her auburn hair spill out onto her shoulders. She laid back and curled up in bed, letting out a heavy breath. She was worn out from the last few days. She pulled pulled out her phone, and opened her notes app. She began writing down her packing list.

‘Trekking pole. Compass. GPS. Headlamp. Extra socks. Water bottle. Trail mix and protein bars. First aid kit. Sunglasses and hat. Sunscreen, lip balm. Bugspray. Lighter. Pepper spray. Whistle. Pull alarm.’

She contemplated other items, but decided to add more later. She really needed a nap. She had been staying up for the last two nights studying, meaning she had only slept for about seven hours over the last three days. She set a timer on her phone, to wake her up at 9pm. She set it on her bedside table, and closed her eyes. She fell asleep in minutes, soundly drifting off, in a well-deserved nap.

#transformers #fanfic #fanfiction #tf fanfic #transformers fanfiction #fanwork #fan au #original character x canon character #deserter!au

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itscolourmix · 5 years

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I UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH made a Star Wars au, and wrote a pretty epic story about it. As you can tell, shit hit the interstellar fan.

#RETURN OF MC THE SITH LORD #FUC KYEAAHHH #really angsty #I love it #this is a one time thing lmao #in this au they're actually twins #Star Wars au #mc #starboy #final space #gary goodspeed #colourmix's art #blood warning

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agntofhydra · 4 years

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Sawbones // SIX

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summary: Red String of Fate Soulmate AU

Soul mates have a red thread tied to each others pinkies that only one of them can see.

You’re the Resistance’s head medic. You can see the red thread of fate that leads you to your soulmate. Poe doesn’t believe in the soulmate / thread theory. You don’t agree with his tactics, nor does he approve of yours. Leia and Holdo just really want a win.

pairing: poe dameron x reader

rating: mature for later chapters

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CONTENT WARNING: this chapter contains drug use and more swearing than usual.

SAWBONES // SIX

CALM DOWN, STARBOY.

You’d surprised yourself, honestly.

Maybe you were cut out for politics - the way you were able to stand in line with Poe and the Generals, keep your face blank and greet the new recruits without a scowl? It was nothing short of impressive. For you and Poe to stand shoulder to shoulder, his hands clasped behind him while yours were clasped in front, and not glance down at the stupid fucking string and notice that it was probably the shortest it’s ever been entitled you to an award. Maybe a nice vacation, off base? For the entirety of this training?

That would be nice.

You half expected Poe to jump into her arms, like people often did when their significant others returned from a flight. He didn’t. In fact, Poe’s expression did not crack from it’s diplomatic mask. Shoulders back, jaw clenched and chin out, Poe scanned the pilots as they left their ships, and you couldn’t help but watch him from the corner of your eye. Poe now diametrically opposed who he had been in your office, his stupid smile now a faint memory.

Diplomatic, political Poe was one you hadn’t met nor seen in person.

Diplomatic, political Poe was hot.

Poe’s posture elongated his spine, jutted his chest out and brought forth his collar bones. Your eyes once again traced his gold chain.

Maybe you didn’t deserve all the praise you’d previously granted yourself as you openly ogled the man next to you. But Poe was your soulmate. It granted you an ogle pass, whether or not both parties were aware.

The pilots had lined up, helmets off and tucked under their arms. They were the perfect image, the very epitome of what people would want to see on Resistance banners. You’d purposely not remembered their names in spite. You were the Head Medic of the Resistance - they should have to introduce themselves to you.

Leia greeted them, her words sounded garbled as your eyes met the infamous Scoria Tane. She stood tall, her long white hair in a loose french braid. Her chestnut skin seemingly unmarred with such trivial marks like pores. You felt the breath leave your chest as her eyes flitted over to meet Poe’s. No matter how brief, you still caught it. You couldn’t feel any change in Poe’s demeanor, but you didn’t want to chance glancing over to see if there was a smile on his face. No need to put salt in an already festering wound.

“This is our head medic,” Leia introduced you. Your head turned to hers before returning back to the recruits with a small nod. You were really mucking up your air of superiority.

Besides Scoria, there was only one other human. And he was staring at you.

“It’s an honor to be here, Generals,” the man spoke up, his eyes momentarily leaving your figure to address Holo, Ackbar and Leia. “It seems like a large base. I don’t know about my fellow pilots, but I would love a tour.” His eyes were back on you.

“I’m sure Commander Dameron would be more than willing to accommodate you, Commander Ancin,” Holo nodded.

Ancin smiled slightly. “Doctor, would you have the time?”

You had been trying very hard not to meet his gaze, but his lack of subtlety forced your hand. However, Poe had beaten you to a response.

“She’s very busy,” he cleared his throat. “Still has to conduct your physicals and stress tests. I am more than willing to give you a tour,” his tone was clipped.

Ancin didn’t even spare Poe a glance, and you saw Poe clench his hands from behind his back out of your peripheral vision. You desperately wanted to pause time, to knock your shoulders or nudge him with your elbow. But you couldn’t, not with the audience in front of you.

“It’s fine, Commander Dameron. I’m sure I could spare some time,” you responded, feeling like your skin was on fire. No doubt the white of your coat further contrasted the fact that your face was also on fire.

“Great,” Ancin switched his helmet to the other arm. “Can we begin now?” He turned to Leia quickly. “My apologies, unless there was more to be discussed?”

Leia gave him a tight smile. “The specifics can be gone over later.”

Ancin nodded before breaking formation with his fellow pilots and grabbing your arm. “Shall we, Doc?”

If you would’ve had the time to turn your head as Ancin grabbed you, you would’ve seen the way Poe clenched his jaw impossibly tight and watched as the Coruscant’s pilot Commander dragged you away. If you would’ve perhaps taken the time to drag your eyes away from Poe’s chest and face earlier, you would’ve noticed that since the beginning of this whole situation, Poe had been slowly dragging the pointer finger of his right hand over the base of his left pinky.

If you did, maybe you wouldn’t have agreed to showing someone around a base you barely knew yourself.

“I’m going to apologize in advance,” you began, subtly removing your arm from his grip. “I don’t really know the base that well either. I know hangars, cafeteria and meeting room. But only in relation to the medbay.”

“That’s okay,” he smiled down at you. “We can figure it out together.”

You hadn’t forced yourself to memorize the names of the pilots, but hearing Ancin jogged your memory from when you had skimmed their files. You were pretty sure his first name was Cane, and if the galaxy could pick one person to represent them, it would probably be him.

Cane Ancin was objectively gorgeous. He was tall, several inches taller than you and most likely Poe, too. His cheekbones and jawline were sharp, and you remembered bitterly that he must be ridiculously fit, because he had one of the lowest resting heart rates you’d ever seen. He was broad, and his curls rivaled Poe’s. You outwardly winced at the comparison.

“Something wrong?” he asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. You tried not to shrug it off.

“Nothing. Just uh, remembering all the stuff I have to do back in the medbay.”

Cane wasn’t bothered. “Let’s start moving then, yeah?”

The two of you had continued walking for a couple of paces, Cane watching you out of the corner of his eye, not even bothering to take account of where the two of you were.

Fleetingly, you wondered if the base would be able to accommodate both Cane and Poe’s ego.

“Why did you want me to give you a tour?” you asked, his silent watching pushing you to the brink.

Cane shrugged. “Is it a crime to ask a beautiful woman to show me around?”

You blinked at him.

“Tell me,” his voice viscous like honey. He increased his stride so he could stand in front of you, abruptly stopping your movement. Throwing civility to the wind, you openly scowled.

“Can you see your thread?”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Could you have a conversation about literally anything else or was the soulmate tether your whole life now? You couldn’t work, sleep, or even eat without thinking about it. You’d never piloted one before, but you were sure that you could figure out how to steer an x-wing into oblivion. Sure, you had two of the best pilots in the galaxy on base that would catch your ass in no time, but it was nice to pretend that they couldn’t.

Cane looked you up and down slowly. You weren’t exactly sure what he was looking at. Your boots, black leggings and white coat buttoned up to your throat didn’t really emanate sexy, but this guy was weird. It probably did seem sexy to him. Your scowl deepened.

“I can see mine,” he drawled. Now would’ve been a great moment for one of your infamous ‘i’m gonna be sick’ moments. “And let me tell you, I like where it leads.”

You snorted. “Calm down, starboy. I can see mine, too.”

Cane deflated.

“Does that actually work? Do you get people with that?” you questioned, tapping on your chin. “Even on a few shots of fire-water I still don’t think I would’ve fell for it.”

Cane didn’t stay off-guard for long - after you were done speaking, he let out a laugh and held his hands up as if to say, ‘well, I tried.’

“It does sometimes,” he said. “The addition of fire-water does seem to increase the chances, though I figured I would try it with you regardless.”

“You pilots are always so risky,” the two of you fell into step again. The tension seemed to have dissipated instantly. “Always shoot first, ask questions later.”

“You speak from experience,” Cane raised an eyebrow.

“Do you know how many pilots end up in my medbay because of that mentality?” You shook your head. “Craziest beings in the galaxy, I swear.”

“Dameron is the worst of us,” he responded, and you didn’t miss the way his expression steeled. You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“Commander of the Resistance? You really trust that guy?”

You narrowed your eyes, the words your brain wanted to speak in defense of Poe stilled at the tip of your tongue. You didn’t expect someone to join the ‘I hate Poe Dameron’ club, but as soon as it crossed your mind, you realized you weren’t even part of that club. You were in the ‘I hate loving Poe Dameron’ club. President of the ‘My soulmate is a douche but it’s totally my fault’ club.

You could go on.

“What’s your issue with Poe?” you asked.

“Typical he hasn’t mentioned me,” Cane scratched his bare jaw. It made you realize you preferred stubble. “He’s just...not the guy you all think he is.”

“Don’t be vague,” you said, annoyed.

“The guy just...he’s not this straight-laced, hero of the Resistance. Hell, I haven’t even been here a day and I can tell the whole base fucking worships him, and for what?”

“For being a good pilot?” you answered what was most likely a rhetorical question. “For risking his life every time he gets in that ship, getting us First Order intel and directly playing a role in saving the galaxy?” You were getting angrier by the second. Whatever past he had with Poe, you didn’t care about it.

“Might I remind you it’s the same galaxy that you and I both live in? We all have shit we’ve done in the past. How we move on from it defines us.” You stopped yourself before saying something you would regret, revealing too much to a man you didn’t know. And honestly? You didn’t care to.

You continued when Cane stayed silent.

“You don’t have skeletons in the closet? If you know Poe’s, I’m sure he knows yours.”

You turned to him, conveniently stopped outside of the double doors to your medbay. The harsh fluorescents illuminated Cane’s face, exposing the conflict and discord written all over his features. Whatever thoughts were floating in his head made you feel uneasy, as though you were teetering on a tightrope. Cane didn’t meet your gaze, instead he chose to finally notice his surroundings.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled for longer. You waited patiently.

“I’ll see you around for my tests, Doc.” Cane continued to walk down the hallway, and you fought the urge to point out that it was the opposite direction he needed to go. ...right?

You couldn’t dwell on your mediocre sense of direction before you heard the whoosh of air form the double doors opening and FX-7’s bulky metal frame towering over you. Droid or not, you could feel the disapproval from the lit, annular holes in its head as they bored into your back.

“You have plenty to do,” was all the droid said before it retreated back into the medbay.

✗ ✗ ✗

Yes, you had plenty to do. So much so that it took you up until early morning to finish. It was so early, (or late?) that you had recoiled when you’d checked the time.

But, as you were heading back to your quarters to catch up on sleep because you were in no rush to start taking vitals on the new recruits, your arm was caught on fire.

Not literally, but it felt literal. Like every nerve ending was ripped from your skin, abraded and exposed. And it all originated from one point on your hand. You fought the buckle of your knees, desperately applying pressure to your pinky finger after loudly yelling a string of expletives. As you took another step in the direction of your quarters, the pain impossibly intensified. Somehow, your brain was able to act logically as you quickly retraced your last few steps.

As you moved backwards, the pain slowly dissipated into a deep throb, coming from both your hand and somehow your chest? You inspected your arm, turning over at least seven times. Your medical training had never taught you, or even touched on anything related to...whatever just happened. As you retreated back to the medbay, the pain intensified again.

“What the fuck,” you gritted through your teeth. Stepping back from the double doors, you continued forward. And for the next few minutes, you continued like that. Walking and retracing your steps, following the path that didn’t beset your body in so much agony your vision went white.

In your course around the base, you were at a junction you’d never been to previously. To your left, the hallway led out to the runway and to your right, a dead end. However, a few experimental steps in either direction revealed that your phantom arm pain was directing you straight forward.

Honestly, fuck the galaxy, you sized up the door in front of you. Whatever forces were at work right now, pulling your sensory nerves like strings on a marionette could fuck off. Sending you to weird parts of the base that you’d never been to (it could’ve been a common area actually, you never really explored) and sending you to a blank, durasteel door? Another healthy dose of fire shot up your spinal cord.

“The thread is sentient,” you tried to catch your breath. “All of the past soulmates in the galaxy have joined together to kill me.”

Rationally, there was no way you were correct but you were running on empty and had been updating the files on the pilots until you thought your retinas would burn out. Maybe this was a dream? You could definitely be dreaming.

Shaking out your right arm, you bounced back and forth on either foot. You were going to go through this mystery door. Enter the mystery door that didn’t make your arm feel like the thread was pulling tight between your arm and torso as if to amputate it. Yes.

Before your mind could bitch out, your muscles pushed your legs forward by reflex - acting before the brain could process. Your hand pulling down on the handle, a component most doors on the base didn’t have.

Blue.

Your entire field of vision was met with a murky swirl of blue. The room was of decent size, maybe slightly smaller than your office. From what you could see, it looked like a storage room. The walls were lined with shelves that contained extra orange jumpsuits, helmets, blankets and clothes of all sorts. In your pursuit of orienting yourself, you disregarded the figure sitting on the ground against the wall opposite you.

With one leg forward and the other bent at the knee, the source of the smoke dangled loosely between the fingers of Poe Dameron.

But you didn’t realize that yet, because it was dark and hazy and you were confused and what was that smell? The acrid fumes were coupled with an odor that was almost...sweet? No. Tart felt like the better word. Sharp and sour and sitting on your tastebuds.

As Poe dragged on the stick in his hand, the embers that burned at the end burned brighter and attracted your eyes. Then, you noticed him.

“Dameron?” you squinted through the smoke, trying to swat it out of your vision. “Are you seriously smoking spice right now?”

In your confusion and disbelief, you didn’t notice how the throbbing from the remnants of pain in your arm had become an amalgamation of both the lingering pain and a new, warmer sensation. Pleasure.

“I’m surprised you know what this is,” he blew out a long stream.

You tried not to scoff. “I was a teenager once, too.”

He was silent for a moment before lazily motioning with the hand that held the joint to the spot next to him. With a concerning lack of reluctance you’d think on later, you sat down next to him.

“My entire left arm has been killing me all day,” he took another hit. You frowned as he blew the smoke out at you.

“So weird that there isn’t someone on base that could do something about that,” you replied casually, but your mind was spinning. His arm was hurting too? What the hell was going on?

He shook his head, ignoring your response and offered you the joint instead. Surprising both him and yourself, you took it, rotating it in your hand.

“Take a hit,” Poe urged. “You can turn off your doctor-mode for one seco - are you really inspecting it right now?”

You looked at him, confused. “Um, yes? Why are you inhaling this when you don’t even know what it’s made of?”

Poe blinked at you, albeit much slower than usual. “To get high.”

You tapped the ashes into the palm of your hand, then handed the spice back to him. His hand slowly, meticulously took it from your grip and brought it back to his lips. Rubbing the ashes with your pointer finger in your palm, you brought the fine, cerulean powder to your eyes, studying it before lightly placing your finger on your tongue. Poe’s eyes tracked every movement.

“It’s similar to Ryll,” you noted. “An ore from Ryloth. It’s usually used medicinally, but it can be refined into some good fucking spice.”

“You’ve smoked spice?”

You took the object in question from his grip, putting it between your lips and taking a deep inhale. Holding it, you smirked at him. You laughed while exhaling, your lungs somewhat relishing in the sweet burn you hadn’t felt in years.

“Medical school was hard.”

“That’s…” Poe’s eyebrows twisted as he tried to find the words, “so...normal? Of you?”

“Thanks?”

Poe leaned his head back against the wall. “You’re always the head medic, the doctor of the Resistance. You make it really hard to get to know you outside of that. Is there someone beneath the white coat?”

You took another hit to avoid answering and Poe had no issue in continuing.

“I had to ask that engineer you always hang out with,” he paused, thinking hard to remember Jasti’s name before giving up and continuing, “what your actual name was. The people I asked before didn’t know.”

“Everyone calls me Doc. I don’t mind it.”

“I do,” Poe snapped, uncharacteristically hostile. “Stars, I’ve made such an effort for you.”

“An effort?” you echoed.

“To get to know you, to spend time with you. Maker, I even thought for a second - “ Nope. Poe wasn’t high enough to let that statement loose.

But you were just high enough not to notice.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, the usual weight on your chest now heavier. “I don’t know how to act when people want to get to know me. I haven’t for a long time.”

Poe placed the joint on the ground, letting it burn out. The two of you sat in silence, slowly inhaling and exhaling the chemicals that swirled in the air. You could feel yourself becoming heavier and weightless at the same time. Your physical sense felt light, but the burden of everything else came down heavy.

“I hate having him here,” Poe began. “Ancin.”

“Did you know him previously?”

Poe swallowed thickly, and you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down. The thought crossed your mind again - the sensitivity of his carotid. It would be so easy for you to find out right now, to just lean over and place a finger, or even your lips on it. That part of your brain that kept you rational and reasonable must've been short circuited by the spice because it wasn’t telling you not to find out, not reminding you of any and all consequences. For once, your brain felt quiet.

Leaning his head back up towards you, he caught your staring but you couldn’t be bothered to look away. Maybe he was sensitive elsewhere, too. You had dated a guy from Corellia who went absolutely feral when your lips met his sternum. You wanted to find out if Poe was the same way. You wanted to place your lips on every inch of his body, test each section of skin for a quick intake of breath, a twitch, goosebumps. To feel his fingers, calloused from years of flight maneuvers and switches, testing you for sensitivity.

In your reverie, Poe had begun to inch closer at imperceptible increments. His left hand resting flat on the ground - next to your right. His left pinky laid over your right as he leaned in, tucking some hair behind your ear to justify his proximity. His head turned, his lips now ghosting over the strip of space between the bottom of your earlobe to the joint of your jaw.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, and you closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips brushing against you.

“This better not be a dream again,” you said under your breath.

Chuckling, Poe pressed his lips to your temporomandibular joint as you tilted your head, giving him full access. “Again?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Your filter was gone - your brain now occupied with the double assault of the spice and having Poe Dameron press kisses onto your skin.

“We don’t have to talk,” he said, unbuttoning the top two buttons of your white coat to give him more access to your neck. He sucked lightly at your own pulse point, and you sucked in a breath.

“Sensitive?” Stars. The irony.

“Are you?” you bit back as you brought your hand to rest on his bicep.

“Want to find out?” he pulled back to meet your eyes. In spite of your slow movements and cloudy train of thought, you had never felt so clear, so confident in an answer.

You licked your lips, moistening them as your hand slid up from its place on his bicep to the side of Poe’s face, stroking your thumb lightly. Poe sighed, leaning into your ministration and tangling his pinky finger with yours. You could feel the blood buzzing underneath your skin, your sympathetic nervous system sending adrenaline and epinephrine by the gallon to account for how fast your heart was racing.

You copied his earlier movements, pressing your lips to various points along his jaw, his neck. Testing what he liked the most. When you got to your target, you boldly licked the spot up to his jaw. Poe’s hand tangled in your hair, breath shuddering.

“That’s a yes for you, too,” you whispered with the last remnants of air in your lungs.

Finally, your brain rejoiced through the fog.

You continued kissing, nipping at spots here and there. At the notch between his collarbones, Poe groaned.

“Scoria.”

You stopped.

Pulling away, you mustered the courage to meet his eyes. The smoke of the room now felt suffocating, not intoxicating. You felt like you were being smothered, and you were now noticing the lack of fresh air in your lungs.

Poe’s eyes met yours, too before widening.

Your hand left his face, your pinky leaving his. The dull ache in your arm had returned. You swallowed thickly, nodding.

“Fuck. I’m - “ Poe couldn’t straighten out his thoughts, let alone form a sentence. Very clearly in his mind, he had known it was you kissing, sucking on his neck. Her name had just..slipped out.

“No,” you cut him off before he could formulate some half-assed excuse you didn’t want to hear. “I’m sorry. I should’ve have - I forgot about - “ You couldn’t find the words either.

Standing, you looked down at him briefly, noting how the red thread of fucking fate bisected his torso, standing out starkly against the blue of the smoke and his button up.

“Thanks for the spice,” you forced, before leaving the room.

Walking down the hallway, continuing your initial course of returning to your quarters, you felt extremely sober. What else could sober you up faster than the guy whose neck you're kissing moaning out the name of another woman?

Looking down, you quickly redid the buttons Poe had undone.

I’m sorry? Your mind replayed the moment. Sorry for what? Poe is yours.

You stopped in your tracks.

Poe was yours. Why the fuck were you embarrassed that you were indirectly kissing your soulmate? Apologizing because he was currently in the middle of wasting his time with another woman? Sure, it was girl code not to do what you had previously been doing, but soulmates were excluded from girl code. Whether or not it was indirectly (...or directly) your fault that he was with her wasn’t important.

So, yeah. Fuck being sorry, fuck being embarrassed. You were done tiptoeing around the subject. Operation ‘Poe is my soulmate and I’m finally going to do something about it’ was a go. You couldn’t waste any more time.

The realization that you would explode if you had to spend any more days of your life without Poe’s lips on you was completely unrelated.

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are you guys screaming? i'm screaming.

also, poe looks high af in the gif above so...i felt that it fit well.

but what a wild rollercoaster this has been & will continue to be. I hope y'all are excited for the ride, because I am. Can't thank you guys enough for the love & support. don't be scared, share the angst with your friends!! xoxox

also!!! official sawbones playlist because i am a slut for playlists. i’ll be adding and removing, so lmk how you feel about it :)

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among-the-stars-i-dream · 1 year

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this is a bit late, but Razzmatazz by idkhbtfm is an amazing album, as well as all of tbe crane wives songs, but i particularly like Canary in a coal mine, The wolf, and all of The Fool In Her Wedding Gown. Razzmatazz is a bit more vibey and lighthearted whereas TFIHWG is very emotional. hope this helps! - ^-^

Ooh, good suggestions, dear anon! ^^ I'll be sure to give them a listen!

And don't worry - it's never too late to send a response to a request I put out! >w<

#thankies for the response!!!!!!! :D #music #music recs #song recs #a friendly traveller! :3 / anon ask!#~[-]~#dear starboy #eddsworld #eddsworld au #eddsworld dear starboy #eddsworld starboy's return au #eddsworld tomtord #eddsworld tord #dear starboy tord #eddsworld starboy!tord #mod bittersweet

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jungcity · 4 years

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𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲. | 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨

One. The skin wrapping his bones was nothing but an empty shell of who he was inside.

Two. A golden boy with a heart that would make the gods quiver in their thrones, he conquered the world with his hands.

Three. With a bullet of a heart and soul of a gun— nightmare, he truly was.

Four. His body was a canvas of scars and mistakes alike. He bleeds a little more, but regrets a little less.

Five. Let the world crumble and return to dust, his empire would remain standing beneath his feet.

Six. Until then, his mouth would taste battlefield.

Seven. He has been made to conquer the universe, no one steals from him.

Eight. And the world did.

Nine. Imagine the wrath of the king, imagine the fury beneath.

Ten. Because the monsters would tremble, the ground would shake— if they do not give you back to him.

They say his blood contains bad news and there isn’t anything good and light inside him. They were right, though, there wasn’t anything pretty about Jaehyun.

For years he stood tall above everyone, but when your eyes met his— his knees trembled. You were the gorgeous earthquake that shook his world upside down. Your kisses were the forgiveness of his unspoken communions.

But when destiny moves, human lives are played.

Jeong Jaehyun is only a phantom lingering in your mind. A piece of something you don’t have a name for. But he was still him— skin and bones, heart and soul— worshipping you.

The world took you away once. But not this time. He was always a warrior. And you were always his battle. A battle he won’t lose the second time.

GENRE: romance, slice of life, crime

PAIRINGS: mafia underboss!jaehyun, CEO!female reader

NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authorʼs imagination or are used fictitiously.

A part of the badboy!au collaboration which is being held by my lovely @legendnct (i luv u).

PROMPTS:

“I gotta stay high all the time, to keep you off my mind.” — Habits, Tove Lo

“And we know that we’re headstrong and our heart’s gone, and the timing’s never right...” — Roman Holiday, Halsey

“Can you focus on me? Baby can you focus on me?” — Focus, H.E.R.

“I’m a motherfucking starboy.” — Starboy, The Weeknd

WARNINGS: to be followed.

WORD COUNT: to be followed.

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darkmatter-nebula · 8 months

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Hello, my dear @importantnightwerewolf! 👋😊

Thanks for the request!

Respect to the artist of this cute pic, by the way!

This takes place shortly before Colli became a student at Hexside. He misses his beloved big brother Hunter, who is at school. His other big brother, his Aunt Lilith, and Hooty are determined to make him smile. King doesn't have a crack in his skull in my AU.

Drabble: The Teaparty

It was a quiet noon on the Boiling Isles. A certain small starboy with a heart as pure as freshly fallen snow and otherwordly fluffy lavender hair had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face as his beloved big brother King, his dear Aunt Lilith, and his favorite house demon Hooty had a teaparty with him.

"Aunt Lily, look!" Colli's smile was shining as brightly as a diamond as he levitated some tea out of the teapot into Lilith's teacup, while happily floating around. Lilith smiled softly at her precious little nephew. Colli was too cute!

As Lilith decided to visit her family at the Owl House, she had a surprise for Colli. She had delicious cupcakes for him. The kind and sweet eternal little boy didn't hesitate to share the cupcakes with her, King and Hooty.

Speaking of King, the young Titan glanced affectionately at his little brother. Colli noticed his big brother's soft expression and floated down to place a soft kiss on King's skull. King nuzzled just as softly Colli's freckled cheek.

Hooty wrapped himself around Colli for a hug. It wasn't a secret that Colli was a huge cuddlebug. The immortal celestial boy returned Hooty's embrace. The bird tube nuzzled Colli's freckled cheek as well. Lilith joined the affection and kissed lovingly the cosmic little boy's cute little nose.

The End

#lost but now found au #the collector #colli clawthorne-noceda-deamonne-whispers #king clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #hooty #fanfic

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the-canary · 6 years

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Pastel Colors - B.B. (Epilogue)

Summary: If only the cute teacher would stop pestering you for a pen.(Library/Teacher AU! Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: you’re always asking me for a pencil because for some damn reason you don’t know that there is a whole store for stationary—happy birthday here’s a gift card to that store. wait, you work there? what the hell?

Masterlist

A/N: This is for @bithors writing challenge. the end.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and these two geeks in love!

Feedback is always appreciated.

Several Months Later.

The new school year had passed you by and you found yourself getting pulled into various new activities, while trying to keep up with the Library Club and what you had already established. You were working more on how to improve the school with Mrs. Potts-Stark that you were basically her right-hand woman, but you were also thinking about going back to school for your Master’s degree, though you didn’t know in what yet, and while you loved the library, there were just so many options opened to you now. James had been in the same boat with working on papers and his increased amount of time with Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark. Together you had it hit close to year and half when Bucky had exclaimed he had a surprised for you over summer break.

To Florida – to visit his family. You remember how that went when you first found out.

“James, are you sure about this?” you pause looking at the little drawing in your hand declaring your trip’s destination, at least it wasn’t anything crazy, “Do we have time? And what about your parents?”

“I set time aside for both us, doll. The Starks know, even pushed me too it,” he laughs while grabbing your hand gently, as your eyes flicker up to see his smiling face, “And you know my parents are ecstatic, especially my mom.”

“But, are you okay with this?” you murmur softly, knowing by now the story of why he had run away and why he didn’t exactly like thinking about the Sunshine state. You frown in concern and he can’t help the lovestruck smile on his face over how much you care about him.

“I wouldn’t have suggested if I wasn’t,” James explains, as he leans in closer, pressing your forehead against his, “We deserve a break, starlight. Just think the nice weather, barbeques at night, sunny beaches—”

“Buck, are you just trying to get me in a bikini?” you question in laughter, as his face brightens up just a little at the thought.

“Maybe,” he explains shyly, as you put your hand on his stubble before dragging him into a quick peck on the lips. You shake your head.

“Haven’t been to the beach in a long while,” you say as blue eyes light up, “And you always do have the best ideas.”

“Is that yes?” he asks, looking like an excited puppy dog.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.”

The both of you decide to take the week following July 4th as gateway time because it was relatively slow following such a big holiday, but you were still in New York to celebrate Steve’s birthday. It’s a little confusing to pack because you hadn’t done it since you had moved to the big city in the first place, but Pietro was there every step of the way – even when you picked out swimsuit, though it was all in gest, so he could send some hilarious texts to Bucky. You head out two days after Steve’s party, and you can’t help but still be a little nervous at the thought of being with the Barnes family for an extended amount of time.

“Sweetheart, it’ll be alright,” James tries to soothe you, as he holds your hands with his, as the two of you walk out of the Daytona Beach International Airport terminal and while he was right, it was still a feeling you couldn’t let go off. Yes, there had been a splattering of dates and boyfriends in your young adult years, but nothing as serious as spending time with his family -- this was a little nerve wracking, but also a little sad in a sense because you knew James would never meet your own mother, who you knew would have just loved him.

“I hope so,” you let out an unsteady laugh, hoping that he doesn’t notice the sudden sadness you might be feeling, as you notice two very familiar people standing on the side waving at you and Bucky.

“Ma! Dad! ” James picks up speed, but never lets go of your hand until you end up standing in front of a smiling Mrs. Barnes. You give her a smile, James catching up with his father, as the older woman returns it. Her eyes wrinkling in the corners, which make you think once again that James really does take his look after his mother.

“How was the school year?” she questions, as the four of you proceed to leave the airport. The two Barnes man watch you and Winifred still walking on eggshells around each other, though they both knew the truth.

“It went well!” you laugh and James watches in awe, all over again, from the back as you go into your area of explaining how you were doing in your classes and just life in general. A sweet smile sweeps over Winnie’s face and she instances on riding in back with you for the rest of the car ride back to their condo.

Your time in Florida is mainly spent around Daytona Beach, an area that the George and Winnie had fallen in love with when James still lived there. You didn’t ask much of the past, but you knew there were moments that is still bothered him, but you said nothing and spent your time going to the beach, checking the local popular spots with the Barnes woman, and the occasional barbeque-- though both of you were you wanted to go the most.

“James, where are we going?” you ask, wearing jeans that stopped at your knees, a good pair of running shoes with a light sweater -- just as he had asked of you earlier in the day. It was just the two of you this evening, and he wasn’t telling you anything as he drove the car a bit farther from the beach area you had hung out in most of the week.

“It’s a surprise, starlight,” he explains, using the words you use so often against him, while grabbing your hand and kissing it. He’s nervous, but he was trying his best to make it up to you.

James knew in his heart of hearts that he had wanted to take you to the Kennedy Space Center. He wanted to show you everything that he had loved so dearly once, however deep down he was still scared -- he didn’t want to look back at his failures, at what could have been -- at least not now. However, you never said anything, just smiled and planned your days at the beach with Rebecca and the rest of the Barnes family. He knew you were too good to him most of the time, and now it was his turn.

“Bucky, is that a lighthouse?” you look up at the tall red building in front of you, as James parks the car. The sunset is splattered in front of the ocean as you look at him with a glow that takes his breath for the moment.

“It’s the Ponce de Leon Lighthouse,” he explains after getting out of the car, while walking towards the lighthouse with his arm around your shoulders, “One of the best place to sees the skies in all of Florida, if you don’t mind the 2,000 step climb.”

You look at him with an excited glimmer in your eyes, in which he knows he made the right decision in the end, as you tighten your hold on your water bottle, “Then what are we waiting for, starboy!”

It takes you two a good long while to reach the top and while there are moments when you complain and murmur that you regret the decision in your fatigue -for Bucky to laugh- are thrown into the window when you see the view of the Atlantic Ocean from the lighthouse, as the sun finally gives out its last bits of light to the cloaking darkness that the two of you love so much.

“This is beautiful, Bucky,” you exhale, looking for all the constellations you are familiar with while leaning into his warmth, as it was significant colder than when you had started the your journey up the lighthouse.

“It sure is,” he breathes out before kissing your temple, though you never see that he is staring at your awestruck expression the whole time.

While, you had been spending your vacation days on the beach, you didn’t really wear a swimsuit or bikini for the occasion. It was usually shorts or a beach dress, even though you had spent an entire weekend searching for one with Pietro. However, it wasn't exactly you, which lead to you and Rebecca looking for a proper swimsuit towards the last two days of your trip. Thus, leading James to play with baby Nina (alongside her father) as he waited for all of you to show up since you had gone shopping earlier.

“They’re planning something,” William declares as he grabs his daughter and bounces her on his knee, “Rebecca had that smile on her face this morning.”

“I think it’s something she is still getting used to,” James laughs because since you had started dating and even more so after Nina’s birth the two of you had gotten closer, you even spoiled his niece with outfits and toys from time to time.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” you state, as James looks up only to have his jaw drop. You’re standing there in a red, polka-dot pinup style swimsuit with a floppy white hat and matching sunglasses. There’s a timid smile on your face, as he knows deep down that he’ll have to thank either Rebecca or Pietro for this later, as much as it kills him.

“Is it okay?” you ask taking his brief silence the wrong way, though before you do anything else, Rebecca speaks up.

“You can’t blame him. He’s been waiting 3 years to see you like that,” Becca teases and while she expects Bucky to say something back, all she is welcomed with is two pairs of widening eyes, as you turn from looking at her to looking at your boyfriend, who seems to be glowing brighter by the minute though not because of the Florida sun.

All thoughts of your swimsuit are gone, as you declare loudly.

“You liked me for 3 years?” you look at James from where he is sitting, as he rubs the back of his neck and lets out a sigh, “I mean...how did you even know me?”

That’s the million dollar question, as Rebecca smiles behind her baby’s hat while William shakes his head. James gets up and slings his arm around your waist (as you give him a curious look), too embarrassed to tell you the story of how he fell in love with you indirectly, but maybe he would one day. For now, all he would say is:

“Your pens, sweetheart.”

And wasn’t that the truth.

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our muses must decide whether to pull the plug on someone’s life support

it’s one thing for a stray bullet to hit one of the most important people in your life. it’s another one to figure out it wasn’t a stray bullet at all, but a specifically aimed one.

not that it makes much of a difference in this very moment. accident or not, the truth of the matter is still that for the past couple of months, harper has been looking at the shell of a man she once knew, while at the same time standing beside the shell of a man she once knew. kinam hasn’t come out of the coma since he got shot, and yongsun seems to almost be resembling his husband’s state by moving around like a zombie most days.

harper has been sticking around dutifully, basically moving into the apartment to make sure yongsun eats and drinks regularly. to make sure that life goes on. to make sure showers are taken (’look, one little brother who wouldn’t shower is enough, scorp, you don’t have to become a second one.’), to make sure the house doesn’t turn into a dumpster (’i don’t want to sound like your mom, but it’s not that hard to clean up after yourself, babe’), to make sure yongsun doesn’t fall apart entirely (’i’m here for you, i’m always here for you. i love you.’)

the thing is, even if both males have conquered a space in her heart and even though she’s willing to die for them, she is starting to grow tired of clipped wings and limited space to move around in. her heart doesn’t hunger for kinam to open his eyes anymore, because she’s accepted that that is something which won’t happen again. she will never see the stars in his eyes anymore, never make him laugh or be on the receiving end of one of his rare but genuine looks of love.

but rather than wish for the world to end, like it seems yongsun is doing on a more regular basis every single day, she hungers for revenge. the cornerstones of her foundation are seeped in it, after all, the faces of the ones she killed a long line of vindication, the only reasons she is still alive to this day. smiling, enjoying, living, loving.

but revenge is hard to get operating from a tiny apartment where you’re trying to keep the only other inhabitant from throwing himself out the window or drowning himself in his bath water - yongsun hasn’t done either yet, but she honestly wouldn’t put it past him. not anymore. especially not after seeing the look on his face when he got the phonecall.

a simple, short call. to let the man know that he was going to have to clear the bed in the hospital by either moving his husband to a private facility - a cost he can’t really pay for and will cause him to lose the apartment within two months - or simply giving up hope - something harper feels like maybe he has already long done but simply hasn’t said aloud yet.

they’ve been standing in the hospital room for three hours now, yongsun just looking down at kinam’s face, while harper looks at everything but. she is there because yongsun felt like she should make the decision with him, but she’s pretty sure they both know it’s yongsun’s call and his alone. she will never try to make him do either, because there is no way she wants there to be something he will resent her for in the long run.

besides, with her track record of losing family, it will be all too easy for her to pull the plug.

kinam deserves better. her little starboy deserves someone to struggle with the decision, to feel the agony of choice even while being faced with the overwhelming truth that it doesn’t really matter anymore. brain death is not something one just bounces back from, and miracles don’t really exist. all three of them have learned that latter part the hard way. all three of them know that death is too solid a part of life.

yongsun suddenly breathes in as if preparing to speak, and harper lifts her gaze up to him, taking in his side profile. the hacker turns away from his husband’s bedside, eyes wandering before they eventually settle on her. she sees things she hasn’t seen in a while in his expression, as well as things she’s never seen before. but there is one thing she’s certain of, and so when yongsun clearly has trouble speaking, she does so first.

“i’ll do it,” she says calmly. “if you promise me you’ll get back up and keep going.” she takes in yongsun’s expression, the desperation in his eyes, the tension in his jaw. “because i will go out there and take them down,” she says quietly, nothing but cold, lethal truth ringing in her voice. “but i can’t do that if i have to worry about you.” she pulls up one corner of her mouth then, a grim smile. “i can’t do it without you.”

she waits, gives yongsun the time to weigh her words, to come to a decision.

after a moment, he nods, and she nods back. they don’t waste more words on this. there shouldn’t be any more words on anything other than the man they both love. so she simply steps forward, reaches out to trace a finger over kinam’s eyelids almost solemnly.

“may you always fly among the stars, kiki,” she tells the lifeless shape in front of her. “till the day we meet again.” she turns away then, walks out of the room to give yongsun time with his husband.

filling out and signing the agreement doesn’t take very long, so she simply sits in the hallway for another half hour before bringing it back over to the doctor in charge. she returns to the room with him, where she doesn’t even look over at the bed anymore. it takes hardly any convincing at all to get yongsun to follow her out of the room, fingers intertwined with his much like their lives are, and she doesn’t stop walking until they’re home.

over the span of one week, she talks as much as yongsun needs to, helps him prepare the funeral ceremony, helps him arrange everything that needs arranging. then she rebuilds harper lee, the assassin, from the ground up, weapon strap by weapon strap, until there is not a scrap of fabric left suggesting she lived in peaceful bliss for a time.

“don’t worry, scorp,” she says as she embraces him one last time.

“i will get them all.”

#m: angst aus #yongsunsy #sykinam #(( one: yes i made them married - you're welcome #(( two: hoboy do i love the idea of cosy married couple kisun #(( three: i have no regrets #(( four: i dug your graves already muns just lmk when to fill them up again #(( mine is right next to yours

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|| Main || GOT7 || Day6 || Stray Kids || Monsta X || Jung Haein ||

JAEBEOM

⭐Out Of This World [M] || Romance - Smut - Alien!AU / Childhood Friends || [One Shot]

Jaebum was left behind, forgotten on Earth a long time ago. Even if he’s far from home, he finds himself believing that you might actually be where he truly belongs. [11k words]

⭐Worship [M] || Smut - Boyfriend - Idol!verse - Romance || [One Shot]

A steamy shower is what you both need after your boyfriend gets back from working really hard promoting his group’s latest single. [4.6k words]

The Shrimp [M] || Smut - Romance - Pregnancy - Newly Weds || [Drabble]

Jaebeom read so many baby-related books he’s forgotten how to enjoy some simple pleasures… [2.4k words]

Folks & Hooligans || Romance - Royalty - Masquerade || [Drabble]

The best festivals are always the ones where folks dress like royalty and princes go rogue… [2.2k words]

The Pervert on the Train || Strangers - Idol!verse - Misunderstandings - Romance || [Drabble]

When you started screaming about a pervert, it took a moment for Jaebum to understand who you were referring to exactly… [2.4k words]

Capture The Flag: The Trade || Romance - Fluff - Highshool!AU - Enemies to lovers || [One Shot]

Two teams, a lot of snow & a simple common goal. The only problem is that you’re on a losing streak and Jaebum, your mortal enemy, is way too good at this game… [3.6k words] A collab with @greasygyeom: Capture The Flag: The Absconding

JACKSON

⭐In-Depth [M] || Smut - F*ck Boy - University - Strangers || [One Shot]

You are about to find out why Jackson’s talents outside the basketball court are also praised by the masses… [3.4k words]

⭐Practice Makes Perfect [M] || Angst - Romance - Smut - *First Time* -Friends to Lovers || [One Shot]

You don’t want to be the “only” virgin in college so you ask your poor friend Jackson for… advice. [5.4k words]

JINYOUNG

Plot Twist [M] || Romance - Enemies to Lovers - Smut || [One Shot]

Being locked up until tomorrow morning with your biggest rival of the Archery team might not be all bad after all… [5.5k words]

Third One’s a Charm || Romance - Married Life - Parents || [Drabble]

Christmas morning is a little rough for Jinyoung this year… [2k words]

Careless Fall (Hiatus) || Angst - Romance - Idol!verse || [Mini Series]

After starring together in the drama that propelled you to stardom, you spent years avoiding Park Jinyoung. However, no matter how hard you try or where you go, the ghost of what you could have been seems to follow.

MARK

⭐Saint-Agnès de Roma || Romance - Boarding School - Enemies || [One Shot]

A scholarship student like you has no business hanging out with the cool, filthy rich, teens of your private Academy… But somehow you still end up playing a naughty game with that one guy… [8.3k words]

Hot Mess [M] (Completed) || Romance - Smut - Idol!verse || [Mini Series]

You work at JYPE and don’t know how to read Mark Tuan, especially since that messy night… Does he truly hate your guts that much?

Two Sheep Staring at Stars [M] || Soulmates - Friends - Smut || [One Shot]

Years ago, you couldn’t believe a man like Mark could really be your Soulmate. This morning, it’s his turn to find out, and he can’t believe you wasted all this time. [3.7k words]

Abnormality || Romance - Humour - Doctor!AU || [Drabble]

A normal medical appointment can be awfully embarrassing when the doctor examining you looks like a top model. [1.9k words]

His Taste || Romance - Vampire - Idol!verse || [Drabble]

One night in the JYPE building Mark helps you with a work-related problem and you get a bit... overwhelmed by his proximity. [1.7k words]

Buy Milk || Romance - Relationship || [Drabble]

Your boyfriend is trying to read, but even while you are sleeping, you are too distracting… [810 words] A prompt for @mara-twins

YOUNGJAE

⭐The Intervention || Romance - Humour - Strangers || [One Shot]

To his best friends’ total amazement, you decide to drastically intervene when a shy man is being played by a mean client at your bar. [3.6k words]

The Maple Goddess || Romance - Christmas || [One Shot]

Love is in the air at the Christmas Market when you finally get to spend some quality time with the cute guy from the ice skating rink... [4.7k words] Part of a multi-author collaboration of 7 short stories.

Sun-drenched [M] || Smut - F*ck girl - Step-siblings || [One Shot]

Every time you opened your mouth something outrageous came out but unfortunately, your new dorky step-brother seemed to be immune. [4.6k words] Part of a multi-author collaboration The Pleasure Chest

BAMBAM

Don’t Wake Up The Tiger || Storytelling - Humour - *Swearing* || [Drabble]

A tipsy Bambam recounts the nastiest fight GOT7 ever had and don’t believe whatever you’ve heard; it wasn’t his fault. [quotes from The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger] [2.2k words]

JAEBEOM & JINYOUNG

Starboy (Ongoing) || University - Baseball - Love Triangle || [Mini Series]

Due to a series of past “mistakes” with Starboy Im Jaebeom, your school life becomes a bit more than you can handle after you begin dating the handsome Resident doctor, Park Jinyoung.

L’Opéra (Hiatus) || Drama - Romance - Love Triangle - Childhood Friends - 1880s!AU - || [Mini Series]

The arrival of a new sponsor turns the famous Opera House upside down. He’s very handsome, rich and a long lost friend of yours… His return in your life bothers a mysterious character who secretly yearns for you from the shadows. Inspired by “Le Fantôme de l’Opéra” a novel by Gaston Leroux

GOT7: Being unable to make you reach orgasm (M)

GOT7: His girlfriend squirts during sex (M)

GOT7: Would he make your relationship public?

GOT7 as Zelda: Ocarina of Time main characters

GOT7 as their astrological sign traits

[Click N’ Drag] Rooftop cocktail party with GOT7

[Click N’ Drag] GOT7 visits Jurassic Park

[Click N’ Drag] GOT7 in Star Wars

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#masterlist #got7 #reactions #scenarios #imagines #GOT7 Masterlist #Kpopchangedme #Im Jaebum #Park Jinyoung #Mark Tuan #Jackson Wang #Kim Yugyeom #Bambam #Choi Youngjae

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