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 "Jade!" Kit hisses, like Jade is an actor who has forgotten her lines on stage, "that's the part where you lose your sword!"
 "And what if the knight wins?" Jade says, matching the princess' demanding tone.
 Kit rolls her eyes, tapping her wooden blade against her knee, "The knight can't win, that's not how the story goes."
 "So?" Jade says, "It's just pretend, isn't it? Why can't I win this time?"
 "Ugh, Jade," Kit throws back her head and whine-growls, a particular tone only she has perfected, "you aren't listening.â
 âIâm listening,â Jade says, unimpressed, âI just donât understand why the story ends this way. Don't most fairy tales end with a wedding?â
Tanthamore Fanfic: AO3 Link
#kit tanthalos#jade claymore#tanthamore#tanthamore fanfic#tanthamore fic#willow#willow 2022#my own echo#this was a beast to write
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Do you think maybe that thereâs a chance you are REALLY, REALLY behind on current events & the statue is the beast? I mean literally. Like the statue sits there until the apocalypse & then it turns out itâs an actual robot that a consciousness can switch into when they decide itâs the right day. Iâm sorry to be scary, but It is. Itâs not just a warning. This is really happening, just like all those other signs you see are also there. Itâs there because itâs supposed to be hidden in plain sight to then be switched on, just like other things/statues/etc hidden in plain sight. Youâve been warned many, many times, but each time until the end thereâs always a chance to change the future. Itâs never hopeless, but you have to come to terms with the fact this has been right in front of you for a very long time. Do you want to take it seriously or do you want to ignore it till itâs too late? The decision is always in your hands.
#beast#christian bible#bible#christianity#angel#religion#faith#jewish#writing#holy bible#jesus#christian faith#holy spirit#islamic#islam#abrahamic religions#resurrection#scary#horror
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â Various x-men characters dating a non-mutant!reader
â characters ; Scott Summers, Peter Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, Hank McCoy
â version with others characters ; not out yet
â warning ; no particular tw. talk about self estimee and doubt. (as always author has not started reading the comics and their knowledge come from the different xmen cartoon and my hazy memories of the film <3) ( also no cartoon gif for peter because i couldn't find any ... is he even in any of the xmen cartoons ), author decided that Peter has self-confidence issues, also Peter part kinda slide tracked and has more about Peter and his struggle than him dating reader whose a human ... sorry! (his part is also a bit short ...)
â Scott Summers
Scott has no particular qualm around you being a regular human, he loves you just as you are, and nothing can change that. That said, Scott cannot help himself but be, patronising at time. In his mind, you being a human just make you be at risks, you can't defend yourself if you get attacked, by others humans or mutants. He doesn't view you as weak, but, he know how fleeting life is. He isn't the greatest at expressing his feelings, and notably his worry for you.
He will also be more protective than if he was with a mutant. And it show in him being at first very against you befriending any others x-men, he very much care for most of them and he loves you very much, but he doesn't want to have those two part of his life mix up. He doesn't want you to get in dangers because of his job, but he also doesn't want you to possibly endanger one of his mission, he wasn't capable of choosing between you and one of his mission. Not to say, you are as or more important than his mission, but he was responsibilities as a X-Men and he cannot forget about them. But that said, with enough asking and pleading, making him crack and let you meet his friends and fellow X-Men.
Talking about you interacting with mutants, Scott will not let any remarks about you - well not being one - slide. He knows and understand why his friends may feel wary of humans, he get it, but you are different. You are quite literally dating him - a mutant, it couldn't make any sense for you to be against them. Scott may let it slide the first time actually, but anymore than that, and he's making them do extra session in danger room - or they aren't allowed in it, depending on who.
In general, there isn't that much of a different between how he treat his mutant or non-mutant partner, he just will be more protective and worried for them. He doesn't feel particularly insecure in your relationship - because of his mutation or your lack of mutation.
Again, he doesn't have any problems with you not being a mutant - he more so has problem being a mutant, not in general of course, but in your relationship yes. Peter can't really give an answer as to why, but if he had to guess it was probably due to this father, and the fact that he didn't want to do anything like his father did, to you. The worst is, he know damn well he isn't anything like him but he can't help but think that way.
He feels like he's going to mess your relationship up, because of what he is. He try to play it off as if it was nothing, but it's a feeling that lingers in the back of his mind often. He never truly wished to be a regular human before, and he still doesn't, but he just want your relationship to be more normal. Which isn't really possible. Peter knows that, he also knows that you don't care, about that kind of thing.
He can mask his doubts and awful self-confidence with his quirky attitude, he can fool most people pretty easily - expect you. At some point, it get to point, where you have to sit down with Peter and try to have a conversation about it, at first he will just act dumb and pretend he doesn't get what you are talking about, but his facade cracks relatively fast.
You listen, his fears and doubts. You comfort him, and assure him, that everything is fine, you reassure him that weither your relationship is 'normal' or not it's the last of your problem. You love him, he loves you and that all that matter in your eyes.
Now, Kurt could be the one that has the most difficulty dating someone that is not a mutant. He could be scared to hurt you more than anything. He's stressing out about doing or saying the worst thing, that will just break everything. One of the reason why he is friend, with his friends is because they share at least one thing - they can all relate on one crucial part of their identity - them being mutant, it's one thing that link them all together and make it at least a little bit easier to connect. You lacking that, make it hard for him. He still loves you all the same of course, but he feels like not being able to share something so crucial is sad.
So he desperately try to make it up in some way, he looks everything he can about your interests to be able to share that with you, everytime you share something about your interests Kurt will make mental note of it. And he will share a lot about what interest him in return. If you speak an another language that he doesn't know, he'll try to learn it, after all what is better than learning the language of your lover! Kurt can even teach you some german if you want to!
He wants something to link the two of you together even more. It's something he heavily crave. To be linked to you, by more than just, your love for each others.
Kurt may feel insecure at time, that you may leave him for well, a regular human, that isn't blue, has five fingers on each hands - he will try to keep it to himself, but he isn't really good at that. His insecurity just overflow and he end up offhandedly asking you while you are hanging out, if you could prefer to be dating a human rather than him. Obviously, you tell him that you don't, and ask where did this idea came from. He feels reluctant to admit as to why he asked. He feels, ashamed ? After seeing your reaction, he feels a bit silly, and even more when you comfort him and tell him that you very much prefer and could always choose to date him more than anyone else just because they are human.
On a more happy note Kurt loves seeing how amazed you are by his mutation, you never really were around mutants before - there isn't actually a ton of opportunity to meet mutants and to know that they are mutants, even if antis mutant politicians like to make people believe the contrary - most humans he met, weren't exactly thrilled by his, but you are the exactly opposite. Even after being together for a while and getting used to his mutation, there is still this curiosity and shine in your eyes when he teleport for example.
He is by far, the most chill about your relationship and you not being a mutant while he is. Well, that is if we are talking about Hank, after he accepted his entire mutation and all, which we are, Hank pre-self acceptance is different deal.
But once, Hank is settled as a scientific and has member of the X-Men, and has fully accepted his mutation, he doesn't personally really care. But sadly, a lot of people seemingly do and that's one thing that annoy him. The worst is it come from both fellow mutants, even his friends and colleagues sometime! And from regular humans. He doesn't really get why people care about him dating a non-mutant or you dating him - a mutant.
He personally try to not let it get to him, and if it does he will do everything but make you suffer because of it. It most often will result in him shutting himself in his lab for a bit of time, to calm down.
And like others, he feels like he needs to protect you because, you are so ... weak in his eyes, not in a bad way of course ! But in comparison to him you are so small and fragile. This cause Hank to usually like putting his arms around you, around you waist or on your back, to show you that he is there, and to show people around that you are his, and that they shouldn't try to hurt you in anyway.
#i pulled up with the gifs .. yk that a long post#a magic piece ?#time to write every tags ever#xmen x reader#x-men x reader#x men x reader#marvel x reader#scott summers x reader#peter maximoff x reader#kurt wagner x reader#hank mccoy x reader#the beast x reader#nightcrawler x reader#quicksilver x reader#cyclop x reader#x reader
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âWhat if - what if I tell him I love him, but itâs too soon and scares him off?âÂ
Buck was getting more emotional as the conversation went on. He had come to dispatch hoping for advice from Maddie, and he doesnât really know what he wants or needs to hear.Â
âBuck, I think -â
âBuck?â Josh peeked into the break room, a confused smile on his face. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI uh - I was asking Maddie about - well -â
âHeâs in love,â Maddie said for him. Traitor.
Joshâs face lit up. âOoh, is this the hot pilot? I can see why.â
âBut I - itâs,â Buck stuttered, âitâs too soon, though, right?â
Eyebrows creasing, Josh asked, âHow long have you been together?â
âOnly seven months.â
âOnly seven months?â Joshâs eyebrows shot up. Maddie elbowed him in the side. âRight, sorry, um. Well, do you feel it?â
âFeel - what?â Buck asked, looking frantically from Josh to Maddie and back.
âLike youâre in love, Evan,â Maddie said.
âOh! Well, yeah. I - Iâve been in love before. Itâs never really felt like this, but I know itâs love.â When Maddie and Josh shared a look, Buck asked, âWhat? What was that?â
A gentle smile spread across Joshâs face. âYou should tell him.â
âBut what if itâs too early? What if I scare him? I always move too fast and jump into things before thinking them through. I donât want to screw this up.â
âEvan,â Maddie said, coming around the counter to lay a comforting hand on his arm, âthat youâre even worried itâs too soon is a good sign that youâve thought this through.â
Josh nodded in agreement. âAnd youâre serious about him. Anyone with eyes can see that.â
Releasing a shaky breath, Buck asked quietly, âWhat if he doesnât say it back? He doesnât have to, of course, but - but what do I do if he doesnât?â
âYou reassure him that he doesnât need to say anything. You just want him to know how you feel,â Josh said, sharing another look with Maddie. âBut I donât think you need to worry about that.â
âWhat? Why?â
Maddie softly squeezed his arm. âHave you seen the way he looks at you?â
Buck couldnât help but think of the way Tommy had looked at him just that morning, lying next to him, the soft morning light catching the blue of his eyes just right. He huffed a quiet laugh.
âMaybe youâre right.â He swallowed roughly, made his decision, and said, âThereâs only one way to find out.â
#911 abc#911 spoilers#911 speculation#evan buckley#maddie han#josh russo#the ally and the beast#bucktommy#TEVAN#jules writes
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HOW DOES A JESTER DREAM ?
#jellywalker apoc au#jellywalker apoc story#crk au#cookie run kingdom au#cookie run kingdom#crk#cookie run art#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk crk#pure vanilla cookie#pure vanilla crk#beasts crk#crk virtues#lock art#lock writing#cookie run au
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sukunaâs concubines serve him. they are there for his pleasure. they donât get to ask, demand or request anything in return. he uses them for a good fuck, and they comply with obedience. butâŚthings are different with you - his favorite, most precious little pet -
youâre the only one he gets on his knees for, who he worships from between your legs, with his tongue buried against your heat as he eats you out just to hear your pretty cries. youâre the one who earns orgasm after orgasm under the cruel ministrations of his fingers, just because he enjoys watching how far he can push you. youâre the one who sleeps by his side after he fucks you, who remains in the safe comfort of his embrace and who gets littered with sweet kisses just because youâve earned his adoration
no one else gets this treatment, this reciprocation, other than his most favored~
#thinking about sukuna x you in the way you want me#heâs so cruel but when youâre his favorite?#something hits different with that beast whose heart is soft for solely you#and you alone#Sukuna x reader#writing inspo.đ
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Buck drums his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel of his Jeep, his left knee bouncing as he waits out the red light in front of him. His shift ended half an hour ago, but the tension in his shoulders hasnât budged. He thought the drive across town to Tommyâs would helpâ windows down, music blaringâ but itâs done nothing to quiet the anxiety buzzing beneath his skin.
The light turns green, and Buck presses the gas pedal a little too hard, the Jeep lurching forward. Driving through the quiet, tree-lined streets of Tommyâs neighborhood usually settles him, quiets his mind in the way that only the promise of strong arms and that warm, familiar smile can. But tonight, even the hum of crickets and the soft glow of porch lights canât soothe the unease twisting in his gut.
He pulls up in front of Tommyâs house and sits for a moment, his hands resting on the wheel. He stares at the front door, watching as a couple of moths flutter around the porch light Tommy always leaves on for him. Itâs something so small, yet it hits him right in the chest every time. It makes Buckâs skin flood with warmth, makes those three little words rise in his chest until he can practically taste them on the back of his tongue.
In every other relationship, those words felt like a lifelineâ something he had to cling to, something that had to be said and something that had to be heard, just to make sure he wasnât standing on shaky ground. He found himself constantly waiting for that reassurance, always needing to feel wanted. Even when the words came, they didnât bring the safe, steady feeling he was so desperate for. Instead, they left him restless, chasing a sense of belonging that slipped through his fingers, no matter how tightly he held on.
Itâs different with Tommy.
He doesnât feel rushed, doesnât feel pressured. He doesnât feel like thereâs a countdown ticking in the background, waiting for the moment those words will finally fall from his lips or Tommyâs. Heâs content to let it be what it is, for as long as it takes.
Because with Tommy, it doesnât have to be said. He can feel it.
He hears it in the quiet moments that hang between them on slow mornings, when theyâre curled up together in bed, limbs tangled beneath the sheets, the world outside forgotten. He feels it when theyâre in the car together, when Tommyâs left hand rests on the steering wheel and his right hand settles on Buckâs thigh like it belongs there.
Itâs in the small, thoughtful thingsâ like the porch light, glowing softly and guiding him home. Itâs in the way Buckâs favorite coffee quietly appeared in Tommyâs cabinets, how his fancy, hard-to-find body wash showed up on the ledge in Tommyâs shower one day.
Itâs in the way Tommy leans in close, steadying him when his mind runs too fast, grounding him without a word. How he always remembers the little thingsâ like Buckâs complicated coffee order from the cafe down the street from the loft, or how he always wakes up thirsty in the middle of the night.Â
Itâs in the glass of water thatâs always on the nightstand next to Buckâs side of the bed. Itâs in the feel of Tommyâs hand on the small of Buckâs back when theyâre out, a touch that says Iâm here without needing to say anything at all. How, when Buck has had a hard day, Tommy makes spaceâ quiet, gentle spaceâ for him to just be, without asking for anything in return.
Itâs in those little moments, tucked away between heartbeats and breaths, where words arenât needed.Â
Tommy leaves the porch light on. And even if they havenât said as much yet, it feels like love, all the same.Â
Buck leans his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes for a second, exhaling slowly through his nose. The knot of unease in his chest hasnât disappeared, not entirely, but itâs loosened just enough for him to get a deep breath and turn the engine off.Â
He finally gets out of the car, grabbing his bag from the passenger seat. He walks up the path to the front door, the sound of his boots quiet against the brick. The porch light casts a warm glow over everything, and Buck finds himself smiling, just a little.
Before he can dig out the key Tommy gave him a few weeks ago, the door swings open, and thereâs Tommyâ hair mussed, barefoot, wearing one of his old threadbare t-shirts thatâs too soft for its own good. Buckâs heart unclenches just a little.Â
âDid they let you out early for good behavior?â Tommy says by way of greeting, his mouth curling into that little lopsided smirk Buck loves so much. He steps to the side, his back against the open door to let Buck through.
âOh, you have no idea,â Buck mutters, pausing as he steps inside to meet Tommyâs lips in a soft kiss. While Gerrard didnât technically let him out early, it was the first time in the last few weeks that he didnât approach Buck in the last twenty minutes of the shift to saddle him with a ridiculously tedious taskââ the kind that takes at least an hourââ and tell him he wasnât to leave until it was finished. Which meant that Buck actually left the station on time for the first time in the better part of a month.Â
âHi, baby,â Tommy murmurs against Buckâs lips.
Buck exhales, the tension in his chest loosening just a bit as he leans into Tommy, chasing the kiss for a moment longer. His hands come to rest lightly on Tommyâs hips, grounding himself in the familiar feel of his steady, solid warmth.
âHi,â he whispers back, his voice low and tired. He lingers there, forehead pressed gently against Tommyâs, letting the moment stretch between them.Â
Tommy pulls back slightly, his thumb brushing along Buckâs jaw in a way that feels like both a comfort and a promise. âRough shift?â
âUh,â Buck toes his sneakers off, leaving them beside the door next to Tommyâs boots. âWeird one,â he says, trying and failing to suppress the weariness that pulls at the corners of his voice.
He lets his bag drop to the floor beside his shoes as Tommy turns to close the door with a quiet click. Buck watches as he locks up and flips the porch light off, a quiet confirmation of Buckâs suspicions that Tommy turns it on for him, a 60-watt beacon guiding him here, guiding him home.
The realization settles deep in Buckâs chest, spreading warmth through him like a slow-burning fire. He doesnât think heâll ever tire of being cared for like thisâ so subtly, so consistently, without any sort of fanfare or obligation. Itâs not something he had to ask for or fight to get. Itâs just here, waiting for him.
Buck swallows hard, the tight knot of exhaustion and frustration from his shift loosening just a little more. Tommy catches the look on Buckâs face, his expression softening as he steps back into Buckâs space.
âCâmon,â Tommy murmurs, his hand finding the small of Buckâs back, the same familiar touch that grounds him every time.Â
Buck leans into the touch, letting Tommy steer him toward the couch. He slumps onto it, dropping his head into his hands with a low sigh. Tommy sits beside him, close enough that their knees bump, but doesnât say anything else. Heâs good at thatâ letting the silence sit until Buck is ready to speak. Â
âGerrard hugged me,â Buck blurts out, his hands tugging at his hair.Â
Tommy goes still for a second, and thenâ âHe hugged you?â Thereâs disbelief in his tone, and when Buck lifts his head to meet Tommyâs eyes, he sees that crooked smirk forming again, fighting to stay serious.
âThatâs not even the worst part,â Buck mutters, voice tight with frustration. âHeâ He told me heâs gonna take me âunder his wing.ââ He tears his hand from his hair long enough to make air quotes around Gerrardâs words.
Tommy blinks. Then snorts. Â
âUnder his wing?â Tommy echoes. âThatâs where all the love and joy of life go to die.â Â
Buck huffs out a laugh. He leans back against the couch cushions, his hands falling to his lap. âYouâre not helping.â Â
âIâm not trying to help yet,â Tommy replies, smirking again. He nudges Buckâs knee with his own. âIâm trying to make you laugh so you donât spiral. Looks like Iâm halfway there.â Â
Buck shakes his head, but the small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth anyway. Â
âOkay, seriously,â Tommy continues, his voice softening. âWhat happened?â Â
Buck sighs, letting his head fall back against the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling. âIâ I donât know. He had us line up at the start of shift. Went down the line and was his⌠usual self to everyone else. And then he got to me andâ andâŚâ Buckâs voice trails off, discomfort curling in his gut as he relives the moment. âHeâ He told me I saved his life and then he hugged me.â He drags his hands down his face. âAnd now, suddenly, Iâm his pet project.â Â
Tommyâs brow furrows. âHe really hugged you?â
Buck makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a laugh. âYeah. A hug. Not, like, a friendly slap on the back, but a full-body, completely awkward, get-in-here-son hug. You shouldâve seen everyone elseâs faces. I thought Eddie was going to keel over.â Â
Tommy lets out a low whistle, eyebrows raised. âThatâs... something.â He leans back, resting an arm along the top of the couch behind Buck. His fingers slip into Buckâs hair, running through his curls as the silence hangs between them. Buck relaxes into the touch, tipping his head toward Tommy, leaning into the warmth and steadiness of his hand.
âUnder his wing,â Buck mutters again, almost to himself. âI donât even know what that means.â
âIt means youâre officially his new favorite. Congratulations, babe. Youâve leveled up.â
âOh, yeah. Lucky me,â Buck deadpans, dragging his hands down his face. âJust what Iâve always wantedâmentorship from a guy who makes my skin crawl.â
Tommy lets out a soft chuckle, his fingers still threading gently through Buckâs curls. The silence between them stretches, comfortable but charged, like Tommy is waiting, watching, reading Buck the way he always does. The humor fades from his face, replaced by something softer, more careful. âOkay,â Tommy murmurs after a moment, his fingers brushing lightly along the nape of Buckâs neck. âWhatâs really going on?â
Buck freezes for a second, caught between wanting to say it and wanting to shove it down. Tommy always has this way of coaxing things out of him without even trying. He approaches him with equal parts gentleness and insistence, like peeling back layers until Buck has no choice but to lay it all bare.
âItâs nothing,â Buck tries, voice thin.
âEvan.â Tommyâs voice is low, steady, patient. His thumb sweeps a slow circle against the back of Buckâs neck. âTalk to me.â
Buck blows out a breath, frustrated more with himself than anything. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, running a hand through his hair as if it might shake the thoughts loose.
âI donât even know that I meant to save him,â Buck admits, his voice tight. âI canât... I canât tell if I pushed him because I heard the blade, or if I justâ snapped.â
Tommy stays quiet for a beat, letting the weight of Buckâs words settle between them. His hand doesnât leave the back of Buckâs neck, fingers still working in soothing circles. âMaybe itâs both.â
âBoth?â Buck glances at him, brow furrowed.Â
âYeah.â Tommy shrugs, his expression steady but kind, his gaze warm with quiet understanding. âYouâre not exactly known for your patience, Evan. But that doesnât mean your instincts arenât solid. Maybe you snapped, and maybe you also saved his miserable life at the same time. Those things donât cancel each other out.â Â
Buck lets the words sink in, his jaw tightening as he rolls them over in his mind. He exhales slowly, the tight knot in his chest loosening just a bit. âIâ I donât know. I keep thinking, what ifâ what if it wasnât instinct? What if it was just... me losing control?â
Tommyâs thumb strokes a slow path along the back of Buckâs neck, and he leans in even closer, their foreheads almost touching. âYouâre human,â Tommy says, his voice gentle. âYou get angry. You hit your limit. But you wouldnât have let him die, even if you wanted to knock his teeth out.â
Buck huffs out a wet laugh, shaky but real. âI definitely wanted to knock his teeth out.â
Tommy grins, brushing a kiss against Buckâs temple. âRightfully so.â
Buck closes his eyes for a moment, letting himself sink into the warmth of Tommyâs presence, the steadiness of his voice, the way his hand stays firm and reassuring on the back of his neck.
âI just donât want him anywhere near me,â Buck admits, well aware of how petulant and childish he soundsâ and yet, he doesnât care. Something about Tommy makes it easy for Buck to drop the mask he wears everywhere else, to let the frustration and helplessness spill out without fear of judgment. With Tommy, he doesnât have to be composed or tough all the time; he can just beâ messy, tired, and human. Tommyâs presence is like a safety net, one that will catch him no matter how ridiculous he sounds or how tangled his emotions get.
âI donât know how Iâm going to survive this,â Buck mumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face.
âYou will,â Tommy says without hesitation. âKeep your head down, lean on all of us whoâve got your back, and wait him out. He's going to burn out or screw up sooner or later. Youâve just gotta outlast him.â Â
Buck huffs a tired, bitter laugh. âIâm not good at keeping my head down.â
âI know,â Tommy murmurs, his lips brushing the top of Buckâs hair in a soft, steadying touch. âBut youâre good at the important stuffâ like saving people. Even assholes who donât deserve it.â
Buck closes his eyes, leaning into Tommy, the familiar weight of his hand still resting on the back of Buckâs neck. The knot in his chest loosens just a little more, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit under the warmth of Tommyâs words. âYeah, well... maybe Iâm getting tired of being good at that.â
Tommyâs arms tighten around him, pulling Buck closer. âThatâs okay, too,â Tommy says simply. His voice is barely louder than a whisper, low and steady and full of quiet, unwavering conviction. âYou donât have to be perfect. You donât have to carry all of it by yourself.â
Buck closes his eyes, sinking deeper into Tommyâs embrace. This time, when those three little words rest on the tip of his tongue, he doesnât swallow them down. Even though he knows they wonât ever be enough, he canât think of anywhere better to start.Â
âI love you,â Buck whispers, the words slipping out like an exhale, simple and unforced.
For a moment, Tommy stays perfectly still, as if letting the words settle between them. Then, slowly, a smile curves against Buckâs temple.Â
Tommy presses a kiss to the top of Buckâs birthmark, soft and reverent. âI love you, too.âÂ
And just like that, everything feels lighter. Not perfect. Not fixed. But itâs enough.
Itâs quiet between them, the kind of silence Buck used to hate. The kind he used to scramble to fill with words, desperate to bridge the gaps. But here, in Tommyâs arms, the silence feels different. It feels easy. It feels safe.Â
It feels like home.
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#my writing#911 8x03 coda#an angel falls every time lou's name is not in the opening credits#and this is how i cope#bucktommy#oh and one more thing because apparently it needs to be said????#if you don't like what i write please keep it to yourself#not even to yourself#keep it to anyone who isn't me#you can complain about me and my writing to your friends and in your group chats and to the cashier at the grocery store for all i care#but don't bring that shit to my inbox or my ao3 comments#please and thank you!#tommy kinard#evan buckley#buck x tommy#kinkley#the ally and the beast#kinley#tevan#firepilot#bucktommy fic#911 8x03#911 fic#coda
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BEAUTY VERSUS BEAST
1000 words. Banter. Tension. Hurt/comfort. AU (not as much anymore, I guess).
Note: Had this ready to go and then our actual beast Sylus was announced so letâs just roll with it xx
"Ow. That hurts," he bites out, the lines of his forearms tensing against the pressure of her palm.
Rolling her eyes, she dips the blood-soaked cloth in water and wrings it out before gliding it over the same spot.
âStop, I said that hurts.â Sylus snarls, yanking his arm from her grasp.
âWell maybe if youâd stop jerking your arm around it wouldnât hurt so much,â she fires back.
Swiping her hair from her eyes, she ignores his warning growl, grabbing his arm back and holding it toward the icy white light filtering through the velvet curtains.
âYou shouldâve listened when I said not to go in there.â He repeats, the words grating like stones against each other. But there's something... softer beneath them.
As if she hadnât heard him the first three times. She snaps, âWell maybe you shouldâve listened to me, instead of unleashing your damn temper.â
Sheâs locked in a silent battle, anger and confusion and... gratitude swirling together like the snowflakes outside. She still canât believe heâd saved her like that â so viciously, so single-mindedly.
âBut, umââ she trails off. She looks down, blowing another piece of hair from her face as she presses the cloth down once again.
Thereâs a sudden warmth against her cheek, brushing the offending strand from her face and tucking it away behind her ear. The care of the motion was entirely at odds with the sharpness of his tone moments ago.
The shell of her ear is traced by what could only be the heated pad of a finger for just a heartbeat longer than necessary before it vanishes, leaving cool air in its absence.
She looks up, eyes wide just as Sylus snatches his hand back. A faint pink tint deepens on his cheeks and he clears his throat.
âThank you. For saving me.â
âDonât mention it, kitten.â
Her lips part, a retort forming, but the words catch in her throat. The nickname lingers between them, heavy and electric, sending a flush crawling up her neck. She should roll her eyes again but instead, she finds herself holding his gaze.
âI really wish youâd stop calling me that,â she mutters, her beating heart pounding away the biting tone sheâd intended.
His lips tipped up, eyes flicking to the heat she could feel spreading across her cheeks. âWhyâs that?â
âBecause itâs ridiculous,â she sighs, focusing back on the wound, though her hand hesitates mid-movement. âIâm not someâ some pet, Sylus.â
âNo, youâre not a pet.â He lowers down, the sudden proximity capturing her next inhale. He'd been sitting in his chair, forearm resting on the arm for her ministrations, but now his elbows are on his knees, and the faint scent of leather and smoke cloud her senses. âBut youâre fierce. And beautiful. And mine.â
Her hand stills completely, the cloth slipping from her fingers and into the bowl with a soft plop. She looks up at him, her heart thundering against her ribs. âYou donât mean that.â
âDonât I?â he asked, his expression softening. He reaches out again, more confident this time, his knuckle brushing her cheek. âYou donât see it, do you? The way you throw yourself into danger without thinking."
His knuckle traces the curve of her jaw. "The fire in your eyes when youâre yelling at me."
"The way you make me feel like Iâd burn the world down to keep you safe.â The knuckle comes to rest below her bottom lip.
âSylusâŚâ Her words get lost in the breath, leaving her lungs in a shaky exhale.
âYou donât have to say anything,â he reassures, her pulse thundering in her ears as his words wrap around her, thick and heavy. His gaze dips to her lips. âBut if you want me to stop, youâd better say something now.â
She swallows hard, the air between them thick and meaningful and loud in the absence of her words.
His hand slides to the back of her neck with a firm, almost possessive grip. His thumb brushes against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. âGood."
Before she could reply â or protest, though she isnât sure she wants to â he closes the distance, the space between them vanishing with a tension that feels like the air before a lightning strike.
The kiss isnât soft or tentative; it's raw, consuming. A declaration as much as it's an action. His mouth claims hers with a fervor that leaves no room for doubt, his hand fisting in her hair to hold her exactly where he wants her. The warmth of his body radiates against hers, his uninjured arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her up onto the chair, erasing what little space had remained.
She gasps against his mouth and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss with an urgency that matches hers. His teeth graze her bottom lip, a teasing nip that makes her muscles loosen and she has to lace her fingers into his hair to make her remember he's hurt.
âMine,â he breathes against her lips, his voice a husky growl.
Her mind spins, her heart racing as she tried to push back the swirl of emotions overwhelming her. But when her hands grip his shoulders, instead of pushing him away, she pulls him closer, matching his intensity with a fierceness of her own.
For a moment, nothing else exists â just the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, she isnât as alone as she thought.
#a possessive beast with a soft spot is my weakness#the beauty and the beast parallels are even more prevalent now that we have dragon!sylus#drabble#sylus x mc#sylus x reader#lads mc#l&ds sylus#lads sylus#sylus#sylus fanfic#qin che#sylus love and deepspace#l&ds#love and deepspace#love and deepspace fic#my writing#nova writing
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save me beast skk, my codependent babies
#iâm in a very *beast* mood lately :â)#i love them so muchhhh <333#iâve been writing them & i canât wait to share hehe#i also love Chuuyaâs brown eyes in this#bsd#bungou stray dogs#skk#soukoku#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#dazai osamu#nakahara chuuya#beast skk#bsd beast#beastzai#beast chuuya#bsd official art
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AU in which the chancellor dies in a freak (probably Zillo-beast related) accident. Everyone is attending his funeral and really, the Jedi are trying really hard to mourn but itâs incredibly difficult to when the entirety of the coruscant guard is apparently throwing a mental and spiritual party so loud in the Force Dathomir can feel it.
#text post#hijinks#my writing#star wars#clone wars#tcw#coruscant guard#corrie guard#jedi#star wars au#fix it#sheev palpatine#commander fox#commander thorn#commander thire#commander stone#clone trooper hound#zillo beast
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DoFP is always known as the Cherik divorce movie when really it should be known as the Put Hank In Situations⢠movie. Like a weird drunk guy shows up, punches him in the face, he's not allowed to beat the drunk guy up, the drunk guy undoes 10 years of Hanks hard work and makes him reunite with his deadbeat stepdad, he has to watch his parents fight and then make out on a plane while he's flying it, he fights his deadbeat stepdad then gets harassed by paparazzi, and then his stepdad tries to murder him and his father. Like Hank is just going through the trenches in this movie, it's like the parent trap but nobody wants to be there and the parents are trying to kill each other
I haven't seen this movie in 3 years so take this with a grain of salt as this is all based on what I vaguely remember
#the spirit of hank possessed me and made me write this#cherik#charles xavier#x men#erik lehnsherr#the great cherik revival of 2024#hank mccoy#beast#beast xmen#hank mccoy x men#dofp#x men dofp#xmen days of future past#days of future past#logan#logan howlett#wolverine x men#wolverine
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#monster hunter au#monster hunter au fanart#LISTEN Pfhgth#I know Lost Light has so many members it is impossible to put them all#But I keep pushing Ring everywhere and joke about how he got forgotten again XDD#He is on a Lost Light but even Lost Light forgets that he is here#Also I have a feeling like Ring is a fricking rabbit beast#Rabbit god#cockroachdoodles#Did I just write Ring two times?#Yeah my brain is cooked#Rung#Oh my bad THREE TIMES#Okay God loves three
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I can't get over the one sided love of a deity trapped in stone with a newcomer to their land.
Fields of Misteria has a dragon statue that seemes to be romanceable later on named Caldarus. They are immortal and trapped in stone because they have grown weak and their memory fuzzy.
You nurse then back into power by collecting nature essence by doing things around your farm. Cutting grass, tending crops. Cutting trees, clearing rocks etc.
I can't get over this idea of one sided longing or enamorment now. A mostly silent being who watches from afar as you wake up everyday just before the sun comes over the mountains in the distance and begin your work.
Diligently clearing land, planting and lovingly caring for your crops. The strength you built as an adventurer coming in handy with cutting down large trees and smashing large rocks with ease. The gentle way you handle your farm animals and the bonds you build with the community.
The beam of pride you have when you complete a days worth of work. Tired, sweaty, dirty---but happy and content.
They watch you get frustrated when you get tired and you're so close to being done, when your backpack gets too full too soon, watching you take breaks to restore your stamina and how you treat animals, even bugs, with kindness by shooing them away before clearing the next plot of land.
They see the gentle smile of your face as you water and weed your plants and hear you regale the silent stone with stories of your adventuring days. They see you run past into the village with gifts to give and materials to offer, help to aid those that need it.
They feel sad when you sleep in, noting how unusual it is for you to sleep in late and plead for you to take care of yourself and not push so hard. The mines are dangerous and their power is limited.
The find themselves worrying for you. Did you remember to make food? Are you eating a proper diet? Are you remembering to rest? You can be so stubborn sometimes.
They despise being so weak, they wish to speak to you more, to see your eyes light up with new information and to keep you company. To aid you in your self appointed quest of a manageable farm and happy life.
They find themselves excited for dawn, when you come out and stand in front of their statue--coffee in hand while you plan your day, knowing they can't respond but still treating them kindly, gently.
You make sure to scrub them clean when the rain comes to avoid mildew and moss growing on them. It can't be comfortable and somehow you think of it like a virus for them. They're your friend and you want them to be taken care of, since, as a statue it's not like they can clean themselves.
They think you are devoted to kindness to those around you.
And they wish to reward such devotion.
By returning it in kind.
#beauty and the beast#fanfiction#fanfic#writing#fields of mistria#Caldarus#caldarus the dragon#dragon statue#Fields of Mistria Caldarus headcannon#headcannon#one sided love
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Request from @wafflesandd1ck for an evil starfire request. I wouldn't say "evil"-evil, but this was if she was either mind-controlled/under a hallucinogen (like robin was in that episode "Haunted") but she sees everyone as enemies or something. idk. And I couldn't decide on what he was saying at the end, BUT i know my girl could body all them if she didn't hold herself back đ
#teen titans 2003#tt03#starfire#evil!starfire#dc comics#ig?#im too lazy to tag everyone else hbsdfjksdfj#tw: blood#andyess beast boy is protecting raven bc hehe#where's cy? thrown into a building nearby with robin and he's still recovering or something idk#if i didn't stop here this wouldve been continued and then never posted#bc then i wouldve ran into having to write out dialogue and make a huge ass comic that i would get bored making dsjhfbsdf#hope you like it!
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8x04 episode coda
âHey,â Tommy said when Buck walked through the door, pulling him in and placing a kiss on his cheek.
âHey.â Buck smiled, resting his head on his boyfriendâs shoulder briefly. âWhatâs all this? It smells amazing,â he said, walking over to the stove to peek into one of the kettles.
Tommy slapped his hand away before he could lift the cover, Buck squawking in mock offense.
âItâs nothing big,â he said, picking up a wooden spoon to stir something in a sauce pot. âI thought you should have a nice homemade meal to come home to after the week youâve had,â he added with a shrug. He was trying to seem nonchalant, but Buck wasnât buying it, eyebrows shooting up.
âUh huh. And whatâs the actual reason for all this?â
Tommy huffed a laugh, not looking at Buck as he continued to give all of his concentration to the stovetop.
âDo I need a reason to cook a nice meal for you?â
âNo, but - I donât know, Tommy,â he started, moving over to lean against the counter next to his boyfriend. âThis seems like - like too much.â
Tommy finally looked at him, setting down the spoon and placing his hands on Buckâs waist.
âEvan,â he said, his tone almost a reprimand, âthere is no such thing as too much when it comes to you. I like doing things for you. I know youâve had a hard time dealing with Gerrard at work and worrying about Hen and Karen and their daughter, but thatâs all over now. Bobbyâs back, and Mara is home, and I get to see you be happier again. So I wanted to celebrate a little. Okay?â
Buck ducked his head then looked shyly up at Tommy. He felt cared for in a way he hadnât since his childhood.
âOkay,â he said. âThank you, Tommy.â He placed a kiss next to Tommyâs mouth, right on one of the dimples he loved so much.
âYouâre welcome. Now, can I get back to my sauce before it burns?â he asked, that smile tugging at his lips.
âY-yeah, of course.âÂ
Tommy began stirring again, and Buck couldnât help but watch the way Tommyâs muscles shifted beneath his henley. Muscles he would get to enjoy later, he knew.
âWould you drain the pasta for me?â Tommy asked, breaking into a smirk when he noticed Buck staring.
âSure, I think I can manage that.â
Resting a palm on Tommyâs hip, he reached around to the other side to grab the colander, making Tommy chuckle. He drained the pot of pasta - âDid you make fresh spaghetti?â - he let Tommy take over, tossing the pasta in the sauce. Buck moved on to opening a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses before sitting at the table as Tommy walked over.
âBon appetit,â he said, setting a heaping bowl in front of Buck. âSpaghetti allâArrabbiata.â
âWait,â Buck said, suddenly struck. âIs this your Nonnaâs recipe? The one you made the first night we - ?â
âIt is,â Tommy said, shrugging.
âTommy, are you sure thereâs nothing going on?â
âWhy are you suspecting something?â Tommy asked, taking a sip of his wine.
âThis all feels - I donât know. Something feels different.â
Tommy sighed, dropping his head. When he looked up again, his eyes were glinting with something Buck couldnât decipher at first glance.
âI was trying to be so subtle, but you never miss anything, do you?â Tommy asked, holding out a hand for Buck to take. It felt like Tommy wasnât done speaking, so Buck waited him out for a few moments. âAfter dinner, I was going to sit you down and talk with you for a while. Catch up after not seeing each other for a few days. But youâre too smart, too perceptive.â
âTommy -â
âMove in with me.â It wasnât a question, but it was a request all the same.
Buck was speechless for a moment, processing the idea that Tommy wanted to live together.
âI - Tommy, itâs been six months. Are you sure you want me around all the time? Always in your space? All my things taking up residence here?â
âYes, Evan. I want you around all the time. Every day. I want to go to sleep next to you every night and wake up to your snoring every morning.â
âI donât sno-â
âAnd I want all of your things here,â Tommy pressed on. âI want your clothes in the closet and your dishes in the kitchen and your fancy bath towels in the linen closet.â
âTommy, this is big.âÂ
âI know. But I know this is what I want. Every day I come home, and it feels like somethingâs missing. And I realized that that something is you. I want you, Evan. Youâre home to me now.â
Buck couldnât stop himself from surging forward, pulling Tommy into a searing kiss.
âYouâre absolutely sure about this?â he asked. At Tommyâs insistent nod, he said, âOkay. Yeah, letâs do it.â
âGreat.â
Neither of them could seem to stop smiling.
#911 abc#911 spoilers#911#911 on abc#911 show#911 fandom#911 fanfic#the ally and the beast#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#tevan#kinley#kinkley#firepilot#jules writes#episode coda
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"When YOUR kingdom is the only truly safe haven in all of Earthbread â how could you POSSIBLY know that your OH-SO-DEAR FRIENDS are PERFECTLY SAFE AND SOUND?! That's right, Vanilly!~ YOU CAN'T. So allow yours truly to demonstrate some possible ... Outcomes of what may be happening as we speak!"
#jellywalker apoc au#jellywalker apoc art#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk crk#pure vanilla cookie#crk au#cookie run kingdom#cookie run kingdom au#crk#cookie run art#cookie run au#lock art#ancients crk#beasts crk#lock writing
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