#saving for later 💫

[elitadream]

Seeing as were are going down the body swap list with Mario. I feel it only makes sense to ask what if Mario and Luigi swapped body.

On one hand I feel that nothing would really change. As the two of them are similar. They would be confused, and such but the they are already so comfortable around the other that I feel like they wouldn’t be in much of a hurry to switch back.

If we want to make it angsty I can see Luigi feeling just how sore Mario really is. Like he knew before, that his brother’s body has taken a toll over the years but he’s never felt the extent of it himself. Luigi would apologize, hug his brother, and said he wishes he was better so Mario wouldn’t shoulder everything on his own.

With Mario I feel he would be able to feel all of Luigi’s anxiety. All his twitches and ticks and feeling guilty that he can’t prevent those fears but then feeling so much pride that his little brother is still able to push through despite those fears, praising Luigi that he’s far better then he thinks he is.

I LOVE all of this omg!! 😭👏 Anon, your brain is huge and I'm looking at this concept like a renaissance painting. 🖼👀

Luigi realizing how bruised and sore Mario feels all the time? Mario in turn experiencing firsthand how much more taxing everything is for Luigi? Both brothers gaining a very deep insight from this, the incident only strenghtening and amplifying their brotherly love tenfold?

YES. 😭👌💖

[zhxngii]

Also yes... I'm writing for Neuv and Wriothesley (n-ngh wrio~) now...

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

Eternal Diva Fic (Part 6)

Short chapter today unfortunately. Think of it more as a breather before all. The Big Stuff that's going to go down later. But that doesn't mean nothing fun happens here :]

No trigger warnings for this one, I'm pretty sure? But again, spoilers for L.ast S.pecter

Word Count: 1k / Previous / Next

The wolf was managing to tail me pretty well, no matter how fast I ran.  I wove around tree roots, vines, branches… Wait, trees!

Right before the wolf had a chance to jump at me again, I sprang up into the air.  I managed to grab a strong tree branch and scrambled myself up the tree.  The wolf growled, barked, and tried to climb up, but eventually ran off, presumably to join the rest of its pack.  I stuck my tongue out at it.

A strong wind suddenly blew right in my face, and I saw my stray page with the music sheet try to flutter away.  “Nononono—!” I managed to grab it without leaving the tree, but then I noticed a bright, sunny clearing right in front of me.  I made sure to check that the wolf was truly gone before I slid down and investigated.

There was a large river and more forest, but there was a blot on the picturesque landscape: a gigantic, gloomy castle with all sorts of strange things sticking out of it.

If our game master was anywhere, he was in there.

“How the hell am I supposed to cross this?!” I ranted only to myself.  “This river's massive!” I spread out my arms to try and capture the size of the river, which was when I noticed I still had the page in my hand.  But I noticed with the way I held the page, the music I had written was upside down.

“Huh.  It's like a completely different song,” I noted quietly.  Was that relevant at all?  I doubted it; a lot of things looked different upside down.  But I convinced myself that maybe it would be useful.  It didn't hurt to know.

I returned the music sheet to my bag and focused on the puzzle.  Well, the game master obviously wasn't going to leave some kind of boat out for us.  Maybe there was a bridge somewhere?  

I walked along the edge of the river, hoping to see something— anything— that would help.  Eventually, I came across a bridge across the river.

“Well, so much for making a raft.” I hurried across, racing towards the castle.  “Not going to let me have any fun, I guess.” I joked.  It helped ease the nerves in my stomach.  That was what I told myself anyway.

I heard running behind me.  I looked behind me, assuming it would be some of the other contestants.  Instead, three men in white bird-like masks were chasing me down.  I recognized these guys: they were at the opera, blocking off the exits of the opera so our game master could have as many participants as he could.  I yelped, and ran faster.

“Puzzle Number 003: You must cross this river and reach the castle you see before you.” The game master's voice returned. “I would recommend being swift with your answers.  One of you is already crossing the river as I speak.”

That would have to be me.

The masked men clearly weren't going to give up, so once I crossed the bridge, I used the same tactic as the wolf: jumping straight up into a nearby tree.  They clearly weren't expecting that and skidded to a halt underneath.  One of them started to shimmy up, but another man called him back.

“Boss says to get back to base.”

The man who tried to climb up gave me a little growl before landing hard on the ground and joining his compatriots.

Once they were gone, I slid down the tree.  Finally, I felt I could catch my breath.  

But as I was, I noticed a little black box on the ground.  A walkie-talkie.  This must've been how the game master was directing his goons.  I picked it up and started walking toward the castle again.

“Hey!  Am I talking to the one in charge of all this?” I said sternly into the device.  I didn't expect anything out of it, but to my surprise, a voice crackled to life.

“Indeed you are.  I must say: I'm mildly impressed with how well you've been faring, Miss Clare.  Considering your last foray with puzzles, you've exceeded my expectations.”

I felt goosebumps forming on my arms.  “…What do you mean my last foray with puzzles?” He couldn't be talking about—

He seemed to read my mind.  “Oh, it's very simple dear.  Tell me: does the name Misthallery ring a bell?  The Golden Garden perhaps?”

Those did ring a bell.  A town being ravaged by a specter… at least that was what the townspeople believed.  But sleuthing from the clever professor revealed a sinister plot: someone was twisting the town's folklore to find the fabled Golden Garden.  And the mastermind behind it all was—

“DESCOLE!”  

The outburst earned me a little chuckle. “Now you remember.”

My mind went back to the mystery letter.  Descole and Layton had a history according to the former, but Layton didn’t know Descole at all.  The professor only had an inkling he had seen the "scientist" somewhere before, which I wouldn’t call a history.

The masked man was a master of putting on… well, masks.  He had posed as Luke’s butler while he was in Misthallery.  Writing up a letter pretending to be Layton would be child’s play to him.

“Did you send me the letter with the ticket?”

“Did you like the opera?” He asked, all but confirming my suspicions. “I’ve watched it so many times, I’ll admit it’s gotten a bit dull.  But maybe you found some enjoyment in it.”

“What's your endgame here, Descole?” I cut him off from any more banter. “Clearly you don't want to give eternal life to anyone here.  I bet it's not even possible.”

The man laughed darkly.  “Oh, I assure you; the prospect of eternal life is very real… in one way or another.  Have a little faith, dear.”

“What's your real plan?” …Silence.  I growled. “Damnit.”  

I shoved the walkie-talkie into my bag.  Well clearly, I wasn't going to learn anything that way.  I had to dive into the castle and comb through it to find my answers.

…I had a hunch though.  First, he was looking for an ancient Golden Garden.  Now, we were stuck on an island that was apparently the site of an ancient kingdom.  It didn't feel like a coincidence.

But there were a lot of blank spots: why?  And why bring anyone here in the first place?

[claimbo]

Amazing!! $500 discount! #sidehustlers #affiliatemarketing #funny #affil...

[linkons-most-wanted]

LIs Build IKEA furniture

I couldn’t get this out of my head, so enjoy 🤣

Zayne ❄️

Immediately takes charge of the process, doesn’t realize he’s doing so until you tease him about it

Treats the process like a surgery, you become the assistant. “Hex wrench. Number sixteen screw. Panel C in a vertical orientation.” When you tease him, he pretends to brush it off but then leans into the bit. “Phillips head screwdriver, stat.”

Never gets confused by the diagrams. Quietly notes errors and typos in the instructions. Seems to be able to use the tiniest details to know the correct orientation for each piece

Somehow had sandpaper on hand for when the pieces don’t fit perfectly

You hardly got a chance to look at the instructions but he still made you feel like an essential part of the process

Furniture is assembled perfectly in record time

Xavier 💫

Happy to help you out, starts reading the instructions while you sort the parts

Falls asleep reading the instructions

You take charge, waking him up on step 3 when you need him to hold something. He falls asleep holding it but somehow doesn’t drop it

When you ask for a part he just stares at the pile and picks up random things to offer you until he gets the right one or you point directly at it

Ask for the same part a second time, “Which was it again?”

You attach the last part and turn to high-five him—he’s sleeping again

Rafayel 🎨

“You want to spend time on this weird project instead of hanging out with me?” “This is us hanging out.” “What? But it’s boring. Can’t we, like, get someone else to put it together?”

You start building anyway

When you ask for something specific (“hold this”) he does so without hesitation but keeps complaining

“If I have to hold this board up any longer I’m going to get wrist cramps and then I won’t be able to paint for a week!”

“Ow ow, I think that gave me a splinter! Look at it! It might get infected! I need first aid, like, immediately.”

“This color is boooring, we should paint it later.”

This might be taking longer than if you just built it yourself

Sylus 🚗

“Did you steal this?” “No.” “Then why is it still in pieces?” “It’s how they sell it. It saves money.” “Why didn’t you say something? I’ll take you to a real furniture store.” “I want this exact one though.” “Can’t you pay them to assemble it?”

All you have to say is “I guess you’re not up for the challenge” and then he’s sitting on the floor next to you, also staring at the instructions

You both get confused on the same steps. Which side goes up again? Can you tell by the number of holes? Eventually you both shrug and hope for the best. Sylus brute forces a few pieces that probably don’t actually go together.

You realize you put a piece on backwards three steps ago and Sylus patiently helps you backtrack and fix it

“You’re being surprisingly cooperative.” “I am?” “Yeah, I thought you’d be way more annoyed.” “I never feel annoyed when I’m with you.”

“Where did that piece go?” (Mephisto stole it, it was shiny)

Caleb 🍎

“Hey Pipsqueak, remember when I built that bed for you? Even though you were in high school you still reeeeally wanted a pink one…” “Ugh, stop! It’s embarrassing!”

Takes the bag of pieces and the instruction book right away, uses his gravity Evol to hold up the parts. “Caleb, you took all the jobs! Let me help!” “You can help by getting us some snacks.”

“Caleb, I don’t think that goes there.” “Of course it does, are you really going to doubt the mechanical skills of a former fighter pilot?” Ten minutes later when it’s clear you were right the whole time: “Caleb, you dummy.”

“I switched the delivery notification number in your account over to my phone number since you’re going to need me to build whatever you buy, anyway.”

“You should come over to help me build my furniture too.” “But you didn’t let me help at all!” “Snack duty is very important, Pipsqueak.”

[heartsiebyul]

Twisted Wonderland x Reader daily chat message headcanons

(Featuring: Ace, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Epel, Idia & Lilia)

Ace Trappola

Nickname for you: Babe, Dork, Cutie

Your nickname for him: Trouble, Dummy, Aces

Morning Message:

Ace: Rise and shine, babe ☀️ Don't oversleep again or I'm dragging you out of bed myself.

You: You just want an excuse to come over 🙄

Ace: Caught me 😏 You’re lucky you’re cute.

Random Message:

Ace: Why is math illegal 😩 I’m suffering. Save me.

You: Maybe you should’ve listened in class.

Ace: You wound me. I’ll only survive if you kiss me better later.

Goodnight Message:

Ace: Night, cutie. Dream of me, okay? I know I will. ❤️

Ruggie Bucchi

Nickname for you: Sweetstuff, Bunbun, My snack

Your nickname for him: Roo, Hyena Boy, Ruggie-Pie

Morning Message:

Ruggie: Mornin’, bunbun! Don’t skip breakfast, okay? You gotta keep up with me 😜

You: Only if you bring me donuts.

Ruggie: Oho~ someone’s spoiled. I love it.

Random Message:

Ruggie: Just snagged some extra lunch—thinkin’ of you 🐾 Want me to sneak ya a bite?

You: You always take care of me 🥺🥺🥺

Ruggie: Of course I do! You’re my favorite human 🫵🏻.

Goodnight Message:

Ruggie: Sleep tight, sweetstuff. If I was there, I’d be cuddlin’ ya so good right now.

Azul Ashengrotto

Nickname for you: Dearest, My pearl, Treasure

Your nickname for him: Mr. Business, Sharky, Zuzu

Morning Message:

Azul: Good morning, my pearl. Did you rest well? Please don’t hesitate to message me if you need anything today.

You: I need you to stop being so perfect this early ☹️.

Azul: Ah, flattery? You spoil me.

Random Message:

Azul: Floyd tried to drag me into a bet with Jade. I may need emotional support... and kisses.

You: Tell him I charge interest if you’re emotionally distressed.

Azul: I’ll gladly pay in affection and handwritten love letters.

Goodnight Message:

Azul: Sweet dreams, my treasure. I’ll be thinking of you until I fall asleep.

Kalim Al-Asim

Nickname for you: Sunshine, Lovebug, Star

Your nickname for him: Kal, Sparkles, Kaliboo

Morning Message:

Kalim: GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE ☀️💛 I hope your dreams were sweet! I miss you already!!

You: You just woke up, how do you miss me already??

Kalim: Because I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭💕

Random Message:

Kalim: I saw a heart-shaped cookie and bought it for you!! Wanna share it later??

You: Only if you feed me 😗

Kalim: I WAS HOPING YOU’D SAY THAT!!

Goodnight Message:

Kalim: My star, you’re the last thing I think about every night 💫 Sleep tight and dream big!

Epel Felmier

Nickname for you: Babe, Sugar, Dumplin’ (but gets flustered)

Your nickname for him: Pretty boy, Apple Pie, Eppie

Morning Message:

Epel: Mornin’, sugar 😳 Don’t forget to stretch and hydrate... Vil’s got me doin’ both.

You: You’re turning into a softie 👀

Epel: Only for you! Don’t tell Vil.

Random Message:

Epel: I picked the juiciest apple for you from the garden 😤 You better eat it with me.

You: I love it when you spoil me like that 🍎❤️

Epel: Heck, now you’re makin’ me blush again.

Goodnight Message:

Epel: Night night, dumplin’. Wish I could cuddle ya and steal a kiss...

Idia Shroud

Nickname for you: Player 2, Flameheart, Glitch-babe

Your nickname for him: Ididork, Bluefire, Sweet Pixel

Morning Message:

Idia: zzZ… *blinking online* G’morning, flameheart 🔥 I dreamed we got matching skins in our fav game.

You: That’s romantic in your language, huh?

Idia: Affirmative. (+99 affection points.)

Random Message:

Idia: I made you a custom avatar 😳 It’s kinda… based on how you look when you smile.

You: Idiaaaaa that’s so cute??

Idia: N-Not cute! It’s… uh… high-quality rendering!

Goodnight Message:

Idia: Logging off now. Don’t miss me too much, player 2... 😶‍🌫️ Okay maybe a *little* bit.

Lilia Vanrouge

Nickname for you: Darling, Petal, Little bat

Your nickname for him: Old Man, Sweet Fang, Lili

Morning Message:

Lilia: Good morning, petal 🌸 Did you dream of me? I dreamed of you... tied in ribbons 😈

You: LILIA.

Lilia: Hehe~ gotcha! But seriously, I adore you.

Random Message:

Lilia: I tried cooking for you! It… exploded. But it *looked* like love 💚

You: I’ll cherish it and also not eat it.

Lilia: A wise lover you are. You truly complete me.

Goodnight Message:

Lilia: Sleep well, little bat. I’ll be floating through your dreams like the charming specter I am.

HELLO? I enjoyed making these especially Lilia 🤪🤪🤪

[starfilled-galaxy]

................OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

How people can mistakenly think or just subconsciously feel food works: there are “unhealthy” foods like pizza or fried chicken and “healthy” foods like fruit salad or steamed vegetables. Every time you eat an “unhealthy” food you’ve harmed yourself in some way.

How food actually works: foods contain carbs, proteins, fats, sugars, vitamins, minerals, fiber and/or other nutrients. Your body needs and uses all of them but it would like to have a little of everything every day. If you ate pizza or fried chicken for lunch then that’s probably your fat and protein for the day with extra that your body will make use of in time, so it’s a good idea to make your next meal something different like that fruit salad or steamed veggies. You can have that fatty lunch every single day if you just maintain balance and stay active enough to actually use what you’re stocking up on because foods aren’t “good or bad;” they just either fit into the rest of your diet and lifestyle or they don’t.

[babybearnation]

old masterlist

anons: 🍑, 💙, 🐍, 🎩, 📞, 🥐, 🃏, 🦊, C, 🥡, 🐜, 🔒, 🍬, 🐨, 💘, 🥄, 💫, 🥔, くコ:彡, 🐥, ♉, 🏎🌷

the grid:

you got me feelin' butterflies, butterflies - asking you on a date

darling, you're the one i want - you wear a number that isn't theirs

your first and my last name would just sound better together - you call them by their full name

cause you make my heart race - they accidentally confess their feelings

i had the best day with you today - you surprise them with a pet

king of my heart, body and soul - they win a race

oh, dear, don't be discouraged - they find out you're crying

hey baby, welcome to my world - arthur, liam & mick's texts for the posts above

you drew stars around my scars - you're insecure about your surgery scars

you're the greatest thing we've lost - they confess after you get replaced mid season

you belong with me - they're jealous of your toxic ex

jealousy, jealousy - you get shipped with another driver & their jealous

silence finally in my head - you give them the silent treatment

you are in love, true love - you have a crush on their teammate

give me more than just some butterflies - you text them the lyrics to juno by sabrina carpenter

twenty stitches in a hospital room - you crash and don't tell them

this is the sound, it's our sound - you're a musician

so light me up and let me burn - you do a break up prank

on a wednesday in a cafe - you prank them with a fake date

come take a picture - you accidentally send them an explicit picture

you're everything i'm dreaming of - you accidentally confess to them

must be the good boy - you call them a good boy

you don't need no invitation - "he's gone, you can come over now"

i'm so sick (of lying) - you hide that you're sick

it was the very first night - you accidentally text them after a night together

cherish my love - you text them after your first date

hey baby, i think i wanna marry you - they overhear you call them your husband

when you lovingly call my name - you exchange contact names

just look at me baby, day and night - you ask them to come home and take care of you

you're wearing nothing but my t-shirt - you send them a spicy pic at an inconvenient time

runnin' home to your sweet nothings - cute, domestic texts

talk to you later, later - you call him bro after sex

but daddy, i love him - you call him daddy

so kiss me, kiss me, kiss me - you forget to kiss him before you go out

oh, i wonder who i'm looking for - "they're busy, bro"

i miss you, i'm sorry - they miss you when you're away

i've already lost control - you ask if you can take control in the bedroom

the pages of our relationship arc - you try and break up with them due to insecurities

i wanna know (what is love?) - you don't say i love you back

baby, so please, cheat on me - they pull the "i know you cheated" prank

good luck, baby, good luck to you - you don't wish them good luck before a race

am i still not good enough? - you ask them to save you from a bad date

i need ya focus on me - they accidentally send you an explicit picture

that pretty, pretty boy - you're dysphoric

uh oh, i'm falling in love - you share when you first fell for each other

money, money, money (must be funny) - your rent is ridiculously expensive

i'm coming out - you come out without telling them

i'm lying so i won't get caught - he hides that he's sick

can you see my feeling? (oopsy) - polyam!drivers accidentally message the wrong gc

i love it because i love you - he talks about you in his native language

privacy sign on the door - your relationship is about to be leaked

i want you to be happier - polyam!drivers - one of you isn't feeling the best

spice it up, up, up, roll up - drivers x genderfluid!reader

pull it to the side and get all up in it - "raw, next question"

you're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin' - you walk in on each other changing

i will give you all my love - polyam!drivers nearly/fully ruin their surprise

now i've read all of the books beside your bed - you're a bookworm

think i like you best when you're just with me - you're trying to quit smoking

act like an angel and dress like crazy - you show them your revealing outfit

alex albon:

nothing yet...

arthur leclerc:

baby, i don't wanna waste my time - your relationship isn't over already, is it?

charles leclerc:

ride on the highway to heaven - texts w/ biker reader

i love the light that i found in you - charles x reader x oscar

guess i'll just stumble on home to my cats - lestappen x reader - they argue over pets

take me out, and take me home - charles x reader x george - domestic texts

dino beganovic:

cause, oh, they make me feel alive - dino x reader x kimi x paul

george russell:

i'll give you the best years - george x reader x oscar (ft. bff!lando)

take me out, and take me home - george x reader x charles - domestic texts

zhou guanyu:

nothing yet...

kimi antonelli:

cause, oh, they make me feel alive - kimi x reader x dino x paul

i looked at you like the stars that shine - kimi x reader x ollie

you said "i'm a better driver" - kimi x f1 driver!reader x ollie

take me out, and take me home - kimi x reader x ollie - domestic texts

i feel so close to you right now - he's clingy, but you're not together

hey, cupid has shot my heart - ollie plays matchmaker

lance stroll:

boy, you got me drunk on a feeling - he accidentally drinks your drink

lando norris:

they don't know me like my baby - lando x reader x max

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain - landoscar x reader - they argue due to papaya rules

he said "fuck me like i'm famous" - landoscar x reader - end of/post-season shenanigans

tell me what you want, tell me what you need - he's jealous (ft. max f, keegan & oscar)

liam lawson:

nothing yet...

logan sargeant:

long live the walls we crashed through - loscar x reader - you're the 2023 rookies

max verstappen:

they don't know me like my baby - max x reader x lando

guess i'll just stumble on home to my cats - lestappen x reader - they argue over pets

mick schumacher:

nothing yet...

ollie bearman:

i looked at you like the stars that shine - ollie x reader x kimi

you said "i'm a better driver" - ollie x f1 driver!reader x kimi

take me out, and take me home - ollie x reader x kimi - domestic texts

oscar piastri:

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain - landoscar x reader - they argue due to papaya rules

i'll give you the best years - oscar x reader x george (ft. bff!lando)

i love the light that i found in you - oscar x reader x charles

driving home for christmas - you're spending christmas alone... or are you?

he said "fuck me like i'm famous" - landoscar x reader - end of/post-season shenanigans

long live the walls we crashed through - loscar x reader - you're the 2023 rookies

paul aron:

cause, oh, they make me feel alive - paul x reader x dino x kimi

seasons start to change, i've been daydreaming for days - you're oblivious to his feelings

the code is l-o-v-e - paul x reader

cause i've got a soft spot (i've got it for you) - you don't play favourites, but with paul...

pierre gasly:

nothing yet...

yuki tsunoda:

nothing yet...

formula e:

in the heat of your electric touch - it's his first formula e weekend (zm22)

miscellaneous:

three short hours (three long weeks) - you can't sleep without each other (fc43)

give you my love, mi corazón - josep maria martí x reader

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[daydreamgoddess14]

💫 For Your Consideration Masterlist 💫

It's the Hollywood 🎬 / Awards Season / Social Media AU you - and I - didn't know we needed!

actor!Bucky x fem!actress!Reader (no use of y/n, l/n, reader is not described in any great detail. I save that for the gowns 💃)

Warnings: Hollywood AU, language, internet nasties, flirty!Bucky, a little power imbalance, age-gap (Bucky is around 40, actress reader is closer to 30 or younger if you prefer 🤭)... more to be added later.

This is entirely inspired by the sight of Sebastian Stan on many red carpets and at allll of the awards ceremonies this awards season. He looked so good my brain cooked up this AU, which went from a tiny idea into a huge monster consisting of Insta posts, DMs, tweets, faux articles, interview transcripts... 🤭 It's fully tested my skills as a creator, let me tell ya!

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky Barnes, the suave and talented leading man of the 'Winter Soldier' movie series, finds himself on the red carpet circuit during awards season with his latest film 'The Howling Commandos'. But the season takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with a mesmerizing newcomer - the actress who has become the talk of Tinseltown with her captivating performance in her most recent film. Sparks fly as they navigate silly season in Hollywood, with a spotlight on their every move will their chemistry ignite a real life romance?

Previews

Act 1 - September 2025

Act 2 - October 2025

Act 3 - November 2025

Act 4 Part 1 - December 2025

Act 4 Part 2 - December 2025

Act 5 - Part 1 - January 2026

Act 5 - Part 2 - January 2026

Act 6 - February 2026

Act 7 - March 2026

Post Credits

[everythingacotarbxm1012]

I'll Teach You

Formerly : They're Mates - with Y/N Pt 3

Summary - Y/N decides she wants to learn to fly again.

Warnings/Other Notes - References to wing cutting/clipping, abusive family. This one is in 2nd person pov because the first two chapters were looking at Y/N and Az’s relationship from a source not within their relationship. 2k word chapter- Again, some of these lines/plot points are inspired by, or directly quoted from, ACOMAF. This chapter takes place prior to the first two chapters.

Part of The Shadowsinger and the Emissary Universe.

✨💫

You could feel the blade cutting into your wings. Tears spilled down your face as you screamed in pain, begging the Mother to make it stop. You were never going to fly again. The one thing that brought you unending joy, your only source of freedom, was being taken away.

“Y/N?”

The edges of your memories blurred. That voice, you recognized that voice.

“Y/N?!”

That sweet, honey-like voice called you. Something in you warmed and the pain lessened. Like you were basking in the sun.

“Y/N!”

You shot up in bed, your legs tangled in the sheets. A cold sweat dripped down your face and that same smooth voice kept saying something, but your mind was still catching up and couldn’t process them, not right now. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and then there were hands cupping your face. Not those smooth hands in the romance novels, but hands with bravery and adventure etched into them. Hands that felt like home. Your eyes shot up to meet a pair of hazel ones. Azriel.

“You’re safe. I’m here, your safe. Your father can’t touch you anymore,” the shadowsinger whispered to you. 

You nodded and leaned forward to wrap your arms around him. He reciprocated. You chased away the nightmare, remembering where you were. I’m here with Azriel. With Cassian, and Rhysand. With Rhys’s mother. Az saved you. Your arms tightened slightly around the shadowsinger, burrying your face into his muscular shoulder. His shadows curled around the both of you. His scent felt like home. The same scent that you had become familiar with every time you fell asleep, the one still lingering in the bedding when you woke up and he was gone off to train, with a promise to come back in time for dinner.

Sharing a bed with the Illyrian didn’t start right away, not on purpose. It just happened one night. Azriel never made it back to his own bed, instead he fell asleep comforting you from the same nightmare. Then it became purposeful, falling asleep and not returning to his own chambers. And one night the shadowsinger didn’t even bother finding his way into his own bed, Az just went straight to yours. You certainly didn’t mind and Rhys’s mother never said anything.

“Azriel?” You asked against his shoulder.

He placed the gentlest kiss to your temple. One that reminded you of a waltz you heard one day in Velaris. “Yes?”

You lifted your eyes to look at Az’s face. “What if I never fly again?” Your chest started heaving again. You broke away from the shadowsinger and looked away. It felt like someone had lit a fire inside you. Not one that someone makes to keep you warm on an incredibly chilly night, but a fire started out of malice, one to kill and destroy.

Azriel’s features became softer, contemplative if that was at all possible. “Impossible…because I’ll teach you.” 

Your eyes shot up to his face. “Are you…certain? Do you not need to train? I don’t—”

“I would spend the rest of my life in that damned cell for you again, Y/N.” He paused. “Don’t think I wouldn’t teach you to fly. Unlike Cass and Rhys I remember learning. Both of them would tell you to just flap your wings. I understand the fears and mental blocks of being older.”

You let out the softest laugh, wiping a drop of sweat from your forehead. “Thank you, Azriel.”

He nodded in his silence, considering something a moment. Az stood from the bed, his pants sitting low on his hips as he disappeared into the washroom and reappeared a few moments later with a damp cloth. “May I?”

You nodded and he gently pressed the cool cloth to your forehead, making the sweat disappear as if it had never happened. His shadows flitted through your hair. Whispering to you. Care. Care. Care.

The shadowsinger tried to call them back, but they had a mind of their own, especially around you. You chuckled lightly. Silly little guys, acting like a bunch of toddlers. When Az decided he had done a sufficient job of wiping your face he pressed another kiss to your forehead before hanging the cloth to dry and returned. 

You were lying down in the bed when he returned. He climbed in next to you before pulling you against him. You both fell asleep and slept soundly for the rest of the night.

The following day you went into Velaris with Rhysand’s mother to run a few errands. Her skills as a seamstress were impressive and she used it as an opportunity to occupy a portion of her time. You stopped at your favorite bakery to pick up a few things for dinner that evening. You also found a used book on diplomacy that was on sale. Rhys’s mother kindly bought it for you; well maybe more for Azriel’s shadow who seemed desperately intrigued with it. When you returned home, to your surprise, Trouble, More Trouble, and Too Much Trouble, were already there. (Nicknames you had aptly given to Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian.)

Too Much Trouble grinned when he saw you and clapped his brother on the back. “This one here got us kicked out early today for starting not one, not two, but three fights. I mean he looked like death coming to collect souls for the next life. Don’t insult, Y/N!!”

“Shut up, Cassian,” Rhys said, giving a pointed look.

“You weren’t any use, Cassian,” Azriel growled back while shoving his brother’s hand away from his shoulder. Az had a black eye and dried blood along his cheek bone. He didn’t meet your gaze but his shadows happily slithered over to you. Protect, Protect, Protect, they whispered to you. Then you understood the shadows’ need to be near you, hovering. The reason why you had a shadow over your shoulder since Az saved you from your father. A form of protection, something to keep you safe, something to report back to the shadowsinger if you were in danger. 

And that’s exactly what Azriel had done earlier that day. Defended you without remorse. 

You glanced at Cassian who had a bruise on his jaw and then to Rhys who also had a black eye. Rhys’s mother looked far from pleased. “Cassian. Rhysand. Upstairs! Clean yourselves up.” Her gaze turned to the shadowsinger. “Azriel. Sit .” She announced as she put the bags down from your earlier trip to Velaris. 

For all her softness, Rhys’s mother certainly had a sharpness to her not often seen. Rhys and Cass’s wings hung ever so slightly and only for a moment before they shifted again and they disappeared up the stairs. You followed them.

When you got to your room, you opened the book bought earlier that day and began reading on the bed. The sheets still smelled of him, of both of you. The shadow rested on your shoulder, appearing deeply engrossed in the words too. About fifteen minutes later you could hear the shadowsinger coming up the stairs. You knew it was him for the sole reason of his footsteps. You had learned how Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian walked. The heaviness of their feet, the pace.

You could hear Az and Rhys out in the hall. “Your mom wants you,” is all you heard before Rhys is walking downstairs and the shadowsinger is walking into your room. You closed your book to look up at him.

“C’mon.” The shadowsinger stepped towards the small balcony and opened the doors. “You can’t learn to fly in here.”

“What,” you asked him, confused.

“You think I started the third fight for the fun of it?” Azriel asked, offering his hand out to you.

You only gave him a confused look, remaining on the bed.

He walked back towards the bed where you sat reaching for your boots. He knelt down on his knees. “Sure, the moron had it coming. That doesn’t change the fact that fighting with him for a third time got me the afternoon off to teach someone how to fly.”

Your mouth fell agape. “Azriel,” you admonished and a smile came over the shadowsinger’s lips before pulling on your boots. “I am perfectly capable of putting on my shoes, Az.”

He only offered you a hand after he tied them up. You took it before he swept you into his arms. You craved his embrace, more than so many other things. Azriel walked back towards the balcony and shot into the sky.

You never imagined how some people hate this, because Gods this felt good, felt like freedom. It reminded you of your childhood when you flew whenever you could, as if flying up into the sky might take you away from all of your problems. You just hoped the next time you flew it would be on your own wings.

Azriel landed in a clearing, gently placing you down on the ground carefully, to make sure you didn’t fall. “I want you to be careful. If anything hurts too—”

“I promise I’ll tell you,” you said to him with a nod. 

“Is it…is it okay…okay if I touch your wings? For correction I mean? Should it be… necessary?” The shadowsinger asked from behind you, almost nervously. For good reason. The concept of touching someone’s wings without permission, in particular females, was beyond inappropriate. 

You nodded, you could sense the shadowsinger behind you, observing your wings carefully. You could feel his eyes scanning up and down. “Azriel?” You asked quietly.

“I can’t say I am a healer and know the anatomy well, but perhaps we start at the beginning. Test the muscles, the ligaments.”

You nod, something feeling oddly intimate about the moment. You turn to face the shadowsinger whose face had contemplating written all over it.

“Try spreading them and tucking them in,” he said as you faced each other. 

You nodded, spreading your wings as best you could. Mother above you hadn’t actually tried to do this in a while. You grimaced but managed to spread them, pushing them to your full extent, spreading your feet to offer you more balance.

A small smile of pride was clear on Azriel’s face. “Now fold inward.”

You did, slowly, afraid to tear or rip something in your wings. You couldn’t stop the smile when you folded inward with success. 

“Good,” he said with a mild amusement in his eyes. “Try again.”

You spread your wings again, your muscles ached, but that was good. That meant they were there, that meant you had a chance. 

Azriel’s eyes followed the movements, and cauldron boil him if your form wasn’t the most stunning thing he had ever seen. The shadowsinger had to put more concentration into not letting his knees buckle under him than he would like to admit. Beautiful. Stunning. Lovely. Beautiful, stunning. Lovely, his shadows whispered in his ear.

You pulled your wings shut rather than slowly closing them which caused you to lose your balance slightly, falling forward. Azriel reached out to catch you before you could land on the ground with a light amusement in his eyes before he suddenly realized how close in proximity you were to him. 

You’d been this close before. By the Gods, you shared a bed every night, but something felt different. You gently rest your hands against the shadowsinger’s chest in silence. 

“Y/N?” He asked quietly, hands shifting to cup either side of your face.

You looked up to see his face leaning down slightly. “Azriel.”

You don’t know who leaned in first, maybe Azriel, maybe you. It didn’t matter, because moments later the shadowsinger’s lips were on yours. They were sweet, and salty, and soft and warm. Like a warm biscuit on a cold night. Your fingers wound up in his hair before he pulled away. “Was that okay?”

His response was pulling your lips to his again, harder, more desperately like he had lived in a dry desert for centuries and you were a tiny pool of water in the middle of it all.

You returned to opening and closing your wings, building the muscle until it was as easy as walking, though it certainly felt like the cauldron was burning you alive when you woke up the following morning. But you couldn’t be bothered, you were going to fly again.

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┗ A Star's Shield; Starscream × F! S/O ┛

Characters: Starscream (Transformers One) A/N: This was a lot of fun to write, though I do believe it could have been better, I do think it turned out pretty good. Anyways, sorry for the long wait for this. Enjoy <3 Trigger Warnings for: Kidnapping, corrupt government, assault, unwanted advances. Sentinel is just his own trigger warning at this point. ⇘ Summary: After being captured by Airachnid and the Cybertronian Government, you were thrown into a room with the rest of your captured High Guard members and two miner bots. As you were handed over to Sentinel Prime by his right-hand, you notice your sparkmate, Starscream, watching you in an attempt to keep you and himself calm. But, when Sentinel begins to speak, not even B-127 could keep himself calm. Italic words = past memories

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💫 A cozy set of rays from the sun began to cover Cybertron. Another day, another restless amount of hours trying to sabotage Sentinel Prime beyond what his reputation could save.

💫 The steps of a seeker made you look up from the surface floor of your base's exteriors. There, walking up to you, was Starscream. He had been leading your guard, the High Guard, for so long that you could hardly keep count, and that says a lot.

💫 Starscream looked at you and nodded. You responded the same as you looked back outside. It was hard to see without expert optics, but, far out in the distance, was Iacon City. Your optics narrowed as memories you once made there popped up. Anyone who understood your real self knew why that bothered you so much.

"I heard from Wreckwave that the Iacon 5000 is happening tomorrow." Starscream said.

"I did too. Why does it matter? Are we planning something big during it or something?" You questioned back.

"No. Though, it would be of expert insight that at least some-bot goes there to check on how the city is holding together after all this time."

💫 His optics slightly shut as he chuckled. He then lifted his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he laid his helm on top of your own. As seekers, you were both fairly tall, though, you were just about a head shorter than the masculine one next to you. Fortunate for him, unfortunate for your short self.

"Let me guess, Scream'. You want me to go down there with you?"

"I knew your processor would lock in sooner rather than later!" He smiled.

"And, what happens if, I don't know- a member of the guard sees us snooping around? You know that Sentinel and the High Guard aren't exactly friends, and most definitely not close to frenemies."

"That's the thing. I have spoken with Shockwave, and he has a device that shall last for, around a third of a cycle. Are you in or out, my dearest Y/N?"

"Is that even a question?"

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💫 Your optics went online as you groaned, pain covering the back of your helm as you looked around. You reached up and felt the back of your helmet, and once you felt the liquid, you froze in fear. You remembered what happened now.

💫 It was when those four bots were brought to your base. A blue and red one, a grey one with a Megatronus Prime sticker on his shoulder, another with a yellow-colored frame, and the only feminine one, whom was colored pink with some white here and there.

💫 They, well, the red and blue one at least, proposed that they were on the same side as you. They wanted to reveal Sentinel Prime as the traitor to Cybertron that he was. And honestly? You thought it was a pretty good deal. Starscream on the other hand? His own beliefs clouded his judgement of the four.

💫 When the grey one, whom the blue and red one called D, tried to walk out of the base to locate Cybertron's leader to punish himself, Starscream obviously was taking a hit to his own ego. Shocker.

💫 As he was chocked to the point that his voice-box was beginning to be crushed, making what was once a smooth and slightly-raspy voice begin to go from pitch to pitch with a highly artificial tang being added on top of it all. You had been able to slightly alter it, bringing the pitches down slightly, but fixing it fully was beyond anyone's abilities.

💫 While your memories came back, a dark figure stepped inside with golden-Cybertronians following suite. You looked up towards the helms of these people and scoffed. You recognized the tallest one. It was Airachnid. The heap of scrap that was somehow still alive well without any scratches. How disappointing.

"Get her up. I'm sure he's going to be very pleased to see his favorite old friend here." She said, grazing underneath your chin with one of her elongated insect-legs.

"Good to see you as well, Airachnid." You said.

💫 Airachnid rolled her optics and began walking away, a guard at both sides of you as you followed. Unwilling was one word to describe the entire journey through the tower's halls. Until you found Starscream and got the others out to safety, you needed to keep these fearful thoughts of yours out of sight and out of mind.

💫 Sentinel looked at a statue and glared, those Primes that tried holding the planet back from compromise. He did the right thing. Of course he did, how could his judgement be bad?

💫 The Prime looked over his shoulder and cocked a brow, wondering why Airachnid was bringing in some random seeker. So, in his true, straight-forward nature, asked the insect-themed Cybertronian about this.

"I'm sure you'll love to find out who this is."

"Yeah, yeah. Get to the point."

💫 The mask that covered most of your helm released pressure as it was unlocked by a guard. You grimaced as light hit you all of a sudden, seriously, a warning would be amazing sometimes.

"It can't be. Y/N?"

"...Y/N?"

💫 Sentinel's optics were wide as he stepped up to look closely at you. It just couldn't be you. There was no way in the name of the 13 Primes that you were alive and standing right before him.

"I almost forgot just how beautiful you were. Though, you looked better on the ground, kneeling before me." Sentinel smirked before allowing his hand to drift across your face, to your shoulder, and down to your sides. "Go ahead and undo her cuffs. I'm sure she won't claw me without orders."

"Are you sure, Sir?" A guard asked.

"Completely."

💫 Your brows furrowed as you glared at him. The clicks of your cuffs coming undone hit everyone's sound-receptors, and before anyone realized it, you had launched yourself at Sentinel, grabbing one of his wings and tugging on it to draw some sort of pain.

💫 Sentinel just glared and wrapped a servo around your neck, lifted you up in the air and chuckled darkly. Everyone, including the guards, shivered as he crushed your neck slowly and delicately, almost as if he was enjoying this pain he was drawing out of you.

"How did I know you were going to do that?"

💫 Crash.

"Y/N!" B-127 yelled.

💫 You yelped as your back made contact with the nearby wall. The pain that overtook your system was immediate, and it only worsened as a guard picked you up and threw you back at Sentinel to keep torturing.

💫 His servo wrapped around your neck once again, this time from behind as he held you flush against his front. Sentinel smirked and wrapped his opposite roam around your waist as you struggled to free yourself.

"You know, if you had just stayed by my side we could've been the perfect duo. Leading Cybertron into the future."

"Like hell I would've-" A gasp came out as his grasp on your vocal cords tightened.

"Had the most perfect model family unit. Two young sparklings filled with potential. Little Quartermaster and Artillery. Sounds just right, wouldn't you agree, lovely?"

"Get your servos off of her!" Starscream yelled.

"Oh?" Sentinel hummed. "I forgot just how dear you two held one another. Almost as if you were together for eons before I met you."

"We were, and still are! So, I will warn you one more time, Sentinel. Get your energon-stained servos off of my sparkmate!"

💫 Sentinel rolled his optics and latched another pair of cuffs on you, securing your violent impulses. He got near your sound-receptors once again and said quietly;

"To bad your love for that pitchy seeker kept that future out of my grasp."

💫 Starscream kneeled back down as you were thrown in front of him, dents in your frame as he looked you over. Fear was in his optics as he looked you over. And, as Sentinel moved onto D-16, Starscream paid attention to you, keeping the guards and Airachnid away from your frame. No more pain was going to come to you while he stood beside you.

💫 But, unknowingly to you both, that future was soon to be completely changed.

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"There is no way that Starscream yelled at Sentinel Prime!" Blitzwing said.

💫 You smiled at the bot holding two sparklings in his lap, acting like the older brother figure that he was for them as they've aged.

"Well, believe it or don't, I know for sure that he did." You said, turning around to look at the Second-in-Command of the Decepticons as he planned with Megatron the next move in the war.

"And I'm thankful every passing moment that he was there for me..."

[unnoticed-poison]

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[PART 1]

Part 2

This one was a request from my friend @jahascouch on Tumblr, never took requests before so I wanted to try it out!

Reader is part of a circus but it won't be relevant.

Other parts would be posted in a few days or something, this is also posted on ao3, Wattpad and Quotev 💫

Edited : Oh my god I put this in a schedule and it posted it now wth 😭😭

Oh yeah this is multiple yanderes not just Jaha, I'll change the title later

Quotev link

Wattpad link

Ao3 link

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"Well, this certainly is a surprise..."

As the long, dark-haired man stood before the mirror, examining his reflection closely, his eyes grew wide as he took in the cut on his lip and the numerous bruises on his face. However, instead of being appalled by the sight, his lips curled into a wicked grin, revealing his sharp teeth as he let out a low, menacing chuckle.

Jaha Lee did not expect he'd be given another chance, yet here he was, getting sent back in time to his 20-year-old self. Although he felt skeptical, who was he to complain?

After all, he'll finally get to catch his target.

You. 

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"Hmm..."

The man stood in the middle of his inn, taking in the mess around him. Chairs and tables were overturned, tea cups and plates were broken into tiny shards that scattered across the floorboards. The doors were splintered and hung halfway from their hinges...

All in all, the place was a total wreck.

This confirmed at what point in time he was sent back in.

In that case...if he recalls correctly, you should arrive right about now-

"Alrighttt let's start cleaning- what are you doing out of bed!?"

Hearing that familiar voice made Jaha's body tense up, and he turned around.

The man didn't answer.

Here you are...

The man stood there in silence, letting out a shaky breath as he faced your worried expression; this is exactly like his first life...

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"How dare a mere orphan boy without a dime to his name even think of ever laying his filthy hands upon our pavilion's most exquisite and renowned entertainer!? Have you lost your mind!?"

Upon uttering those words, the man seized Jaha Lee's hair in a painful grip and lifted his head, forcing him to face the scornful woman in question, whilst the other entertainers standing behind her were looking on in delight, giggling as he received harsh kicks and blows from the guards surrounding him.

When he met her eyes, he saw only disdain, staring back at him with utter contempt while fanning herself. Filled with despair, the man could do nothing but curse his luck.

How did things come to this...? How did his words spiral out of control so fast?

'To be honest...my dream is to hear a song from Chaehyang at the plum blossom pavilion.'

He wished he had just told those men the real reason he was saving up; he wouldn't have gotten himself into this situation otherwise.

With smirks on their faces, the guards stopped with their attacks and backed up as the leader released his grip, sending his face crashing into the dirt. "You should be grateful a simple beating is all you're getting; you're fortunate we're so merciful." He spat out with another powerful kick to the ribs, sending the man flying across the street. "Now scram before I change my mind!"

.....

Jaha didn't move an inch.

"Why isn't he moving?" One of the men asked, upon hearing that, Chaehyang stepped forward.

"Chaehyang?" 

The crowd of onlookers watched silently as the woman leisurely made her way to the figure lying on the ground with grace. Upon reaching him, she stood over him for a moment before bending down and using her fan to gently nudge his head.

....

"He's just unconscious," Chaehyang said, letting out a sigh of relief.

The woman was well aware that she was attractive, and thus, it was no wonder that many were drawn to her. After all, thanks to her captivating looks and alluring voice, countless men visited the pavilion every night in hopes of getting her to spend the night with them. 

That made her skin crawl with both rage and disgust; she would never have sex with just anyone; she's not a whore.

Still, that doesn't mean she wanted the poor boy dead; she's not heartless.

"HA! The bastard passed out!"

"Just leave him there! Let's get back to work; he wasted enough of our time."

Everyone went back to the pavilion, leaving Jaha unconscious on the streets. Chaehyang halted in her steps, glancing over her shoulder at the errand boy with pity.

Hopefully, he learned his lesson from this and would stop having such foolish dreams.

"Chaehyang, is something the matter?" One of her friends asked.

....

Chaehyang looked down at her fan with clear disdain before tossing it aside. "It's too dirty now; I need a new one."

The woman knew what she was referring to, causing her to giggle as she wrapped her arms around Chaehyang's while resting her head on her shoulder with a sweet smile. "Sister Chaehyang is such a kind soul!" she exclaimed with a cheerful air.

"Hmm."

With a clang, the doors closed and everyone went back to their businesses, as if nothing had happened. People passing by the unconscious man either snickered or just ignored his poor state.

........

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"Agh..." 

"Did you see that?"

"HAHAHA That was hilarious!!"

"Aw I missed it, too bad." 

"There's always next time pal."

.....

The man has woken up long after the night has passed. His shoulders were slumped as he leaned heavily against the walls and trees for support, slowly making his way home with unsteady steps. The immense pain of his injuries caused him to clench his jaw tightly, trying to block out the mocking laughter and insults that were thrown his way.

Jaha Lee's neat hair bun had been disheveled and turned into a tangled mess. His clothes were in tatters, stained with mud and dirt, making him look like a beggar. On top of everything else, the little bit of money he had on him was stolen as well. It couldn't get any worse...

The man was sourly mistaken, because soon after the sky grew dark and rain began to pour down, the clothes offered little protection as the heavy rain drenched him from head to toe, soaking through his ruined clothes. The streets were empty almost immediately as people hurried to their homes, leaving him all alone, which was a relief.

His eyelids felt heavy as he fought to keep them open. Despite the exhaustion, he kept going, the occasional thunder echoing in the distance and the sound of his footsteps squelching in the muddy ground filling his ears while pushing through the strong winds.

Almost there...!

Then finally, in the distance, the inn came into view, his heart filled with relief, his lips curling into a small, shaky smile, but just as he was about to keep going, his legs gave way, and he fell face-first into the cold, muddy ground.

Ah oh.

With no more strength remaining, the man layed motionless on the ground, allowing the harsh chilling drops to drench him to the bone. He'll...just lay here for a while before using his arms to drag himself to the inn.

Unbeknownst to the man, he didn't hear the footsteps heading his way, nor the way the rain abruptly stopped hitting his body as a shadow fell upon him.

"Oh god... I knew I wasn't seeing things! Hey mister! You awake? You dead?" The voice asked as she nudged him with her foot.

Huh...?

Slowly, Jaha opened his eyes and lifted his head. Next to him stood a cloaked woman, an umbrella held tightly in her hand, shielding them from the rain as she loomed above him. The lower half of her face was covered by a black mask, leaving only her eyes and brow visible as she gazed down upon him.

Breathing out a sigh of relief when she saw him finally move, she spoke. "Glad you're still breathing; do you need help? Where is your home?" Does he even have a place to go? He looks like a beggar.

....

Jaha swallowed hard, gathering up the last bit of his strength to lift his arm and point to his inn. "The..there.." he managed to choke out.

The woman turned her gaze to where he was pointing, spotting the little house in the distance before nodding. "Very well."

Closing the umbrella and stashing it within her cloak, she crunched down, making Jaha blink in confusion before letting out a startled cry as the woman swiftly scooped him up into her arms before standing up, cradling him like a groom carrying his bride. Despite the contact with his wounds making him grunt out in discomfort, he could feel a twinge of warmth spread across his cheeks at the way she was carrying him, firmly yet gently.

Even though the rain soaked her clothes, the woman didn't seem to be phased by it as she continued to walk at a slow pace to keep her footing in the mud, humming a soft tone as she carried him effortlessly, like he weighted nothing.

Her soothing voice helped the man feel more at ease, forgetting about his pain as he relaxed and leaned more into her embrace, savoring the warmth and comfort she provided while listening to her. That is, until she suddenly came to a stop.

"Here we are-...."

???

Jaha's eyes shot open, looking up at her stunned expression before slowly turning his head.

....

Why are the doors broken...?

The woman glanced at him with concern before stepping forward and walking through the doorway.

"Oh god..."

Jaha's eyes widened in dismay as he took in the state of his inn.

"M..my h-home..!" he stammered. His inn, the place he worked so hard to maintain, pouring his heart and soul into, was in ruin. Feeling tears well up in his eyes, he sobbed.

What has he done to deserve this...? All for a silly joke?

The unfairness of it all was too much for the man to bear, and he fainted right then and there.

"Oh god- great, he fainted." 

Her boss is going to be so furious with her when she goes back, but she can't leave the man like this!

 "...Damnit!"

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Hours had gone by, and Jaha's eyes slowly fluttered open, disturbed by the sunlight streaming through the window and the sound of birds chirping loudly outside. Immediately, he let out a low grunt of discomfort as he felt his head throbbing with a pulsing ache.

This was just getting worse and worse, he thought when he brought his hand to his forehead, wincing at the intense heat. Did he get a fever? Every muscle in his body screamed in protest as he struggled to sit up right, aching all over.

At first, he had thought, hoped it was all a terrible nightmare, but the stinging pain and the sight of raindrops trickling down the window proved otherwise.

In that case...his inn..!

Bolting out of the bed, the man rushed to the other room, his eyes darting around; the place was in shambles.

....

Jaha stood motionless, ignoring the sudden sting that shot through his feet upon stepping on the fragments of glass lying beneath him. 

"Alrighttt let's start cleaning- what are you doing out of bed!?"

The woman was back!?

"I..." Jaha trailed off, captivated by your appearance. Gone was the mask, allowing him to see your full face, and god, you were gorgeous. 

Even the so famed Chaehyang paled in comparison to you.

Is this what falling in love at first technically second sight felt like?

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Being part of a travelling circus, you were used to living life on the move, never staying in one place for long. You travelled far and wide across countless cities and villages, and with each stop, you captivated the hearts of your audience with your enthralling performance. You adored seeing the joy and wonder in the eyes of children and adults alike; it made every ounce of effort put in worthwhile, so when your circus came to this small town, you had no doubt that it would be the same old dance.

What you didn't expect was for the rain to pour down the second you arrived, meaning everyone would be cooped up in their carriages for the time being. After doing your skin care routine, you lounged lazily on the cozy chair next to your window, enjoying your favorite drink while reading a novel to pass the time, glancing out the window every once in a while.

As you took a sip of your drink and casually glanced out the window once again, something caught your eye. A lone figure was walking through the rain, swaying unsteadily from side to side until they eventually collapsed to the ground with a splash.

That made you wince, ouch.

....why aren't they moving?

Should you...?? You didn't really wanna move from this comfy position and go out into the cold though....

You shrugged and turned back to your book. "Nah, not my problem."

.....

Seconds later, the door to the carriage slammed open as you stepped out and opened your umbrella.

You shivered, man it is cold out here!!

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Long story short, you took him to his home, which looked like a tornado ran through the place, and with the man fainting right in your arms, you had no choice but to stay and assist him.

Plus, with the rain halting the show and the rehearsal for today you have nothing to do so might as well!

Aren't you such a kind-hearted soul?

Now the guy who turned out to be a cutie was staring at you like a fool.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face. "Helloo? Earth to Jaha!" 

That made him snap out of his daze as he looked at you with surprise. "H-how do you know my name?" He managed to stutter out.

"Heard the village gossip about an errand boy getting his ass beat while I was shopping, plus there's a sign outside with your name on it, sooo...yeah!" You replied, guiding him towards his room and pushing him gently into the bed. "Don't move." 

Jaha obeyed, staying still as he watched you kneel down and gently grasp his foot. Carefully removing the embedded shards of glass before running some alcohol on his feet, making him hiss at the sting.

"Now you lay down and don't move a muscle alright? I'll go clean up."

He wanted to protest, but the pain and fatigue made him shut his mouth, nodding reluctantly and just did as he was told.

Might as well; it's not like he has anything of value you can steal if that was your plan.

He soon dismissed the thought and scolded himself for being paranoid and thinking ill of the kind woman, stupid! If that were the case you would have just rummaged through his belongings while he was unconscious, yet you chose to come back and help him instead.

You finished cleaning sooner than anticipated, and thus you entered the room with a smile, holding a tray in your hands. "I'm done!"

"...That was.. fast." 

"There's only the doors left but I'll send some of my buddies to fix it up for ya! So no need to worry about it." You said, walking over and placing the tray on his lap. "I made you some chicken soup, it should help with the fever."

Jaha stared at the steaming bowl before him for a moment, then took a spoonful and cautiously brought it to his lips. As the warm, savory liquid filled his mouth, his eyes lit up in surprise at the taste.

You looked smug when you saw his reaction. "Tastes good right?"

"It's amazing!"

"Of course it does." You said, your voice laced with pride as you turned to leave. "I have to head back now or my friends will get worried. Goodbye for now."

The man was grateful for the help, but..

"Why are you helping me?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.

You halted, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, your brow furrowing slightly. "Pardon?" 

He repeated himself.

"Why are you helping me? I'm a stranger to you, after all."

With a nonchalant shrug, you responded. "....I'm just a bit bored I guess? helping you gave me something to do."

The man blinked at such an answer. "Bored?"

"Yup, plus...why not? You're a cutie." You added with a sly smile, you did not expect to see a handsome and fit guy under all that mud, but it was a pleasant surprise.

Jaha could feel his cheeks growing hotter, and he lowered his eyes. "Thank you." He mumbled.

"No problem! Also, I washed your dirty clothes from yesterday after I bathed you! Bye-bye now!"

He waved as he watched you leave, before freezing as he realized what you just said.

B..bathed him?? So that means...

....FUCK!!

His face burned further with embarrassment as he covered it with his hands. 

How could he possibly look you in the eye after that!?

Oh god...

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This is supposed to be like a flashback to how you met which is a long fic in itself then headcanons right after

It was fun for practice so it's worth it!

@floatyflowers @hyunochillic @00hellohello00 @amviolet04

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[belit0]

Hello my dear , i have a great idea (imo ofc). You remember the scene where Tobirama injuries Izuna beyond recovery and Madara drops everything and goes away to save his dying brother , but he dies anyways right ? What if a Senju y/n , the younger sister of Hashi and Tobi , prevents them from going away and heals Izuna because she wants to help her older brothers in maintaining peace between the clans and later on gets bethroted to him as a bonding. In what way thing would go ? Would she be welcomed in the clan ? How would her relationship with Madara , her new husband Izuna and other clan members be ? Would Izuna actually fall in love with her or just go through the marriage for the sake of peace between the two clan ? (If happens so , maybe a glimpse of smut with him at the end 🫣🤭) Work your charms please...💫✨️

~🥥 anon

I know that canonically Izuna is the one who prevents Madara from accepting peace between the clans, but the only thing I can say is: fuck canon.

The beginning: a desperate bargain

Izuna's injury is catastrophic. Madara abandons everything to be at his brother's side, knowing that even with his best efforts, Izuna will not survive. But then—her.

(Y/N), the younger sister of Hashirama and Tobirama, steps forward.

She is a Senju. A healer. A lifeline.

Madara’s rage is immediate. He does not trust her, does not want her anywhere near Izuna. Tobirama had done this—how could he allow a Senju’s hands to touch his brother? But Izuna, barely conscious, barely breathing, makes the decision for him. He grips Madara’s wrist, eyes dark with fever and pain, and rasps:

-Let her try.

Madara relents.

And (Y/N) saves him.

But this is not a simple act of mercy. The war rages on. Both clans still bleed. And so, in the wake of Izuna’s survival, an opportunity presents itself—one suggested by Hashirama.

A marriage. A union between Senju and Uchiha, a symbol of peace.

Izuna, still recovering, is silent.

Madara loathes the idea. But he cannot deny that having a Senju bound to them by blood, by name, could be advantageous.

(Y/N) does not hesitate.

She accepts.

Would the Uchiha welcome her?

No. Not at first.

She is a Senju, the blood of their enemy, and even if she saved Izuna, even if she tries to bridge the gap between them, the Uchiha are a proud and wary people. Whispers would follow her through the compound, cold stares and muttered curses in her wake. Even if she carries the Uchiha name, it will take years before they truly see her as one of them.

Madara does not make it easy for her either.

He is constantly watching, constantly scrutinizing, waiting for the moment she gives him a reason to believe she is a spy, a traitor, anything to justify the hatred he already harbors.

But she does not falter.

(Y/N) is patient, stubborn. She heals the injured, tends to the children, learns the customs. She stays, even when it would be easier to leave.

And slowly—slowly—the clan begins to accept her.

Izuna & (Y/N): A Marriage of Duty

At first, Izuna is cold but polite. He acknowledges her presence, but nothing more.

They do not share a bed, do not share words unless necessary.

He married her for the clan. For Madara. For the peace his brother so desperately needs.

Not for love.

But something shifts in the quiet moments.

When she brings him medicine late at night, when he catches her training alone in the yard, when he sees her kneeling before his mother’s grave, murmuring prayers for a woman she never knew.

He realizes she is trying.

Not as a Senju. Not as a healer.

But as an Uchiha. As his wife.

And for the first time, Izuna truly sees her.

It is not sudden.

But one night, as she brushes her fingers over his shoulder, checking his still-healing wounds, he catches her wrist. Holds it.

And doesn’t let go.

Madara and (Y/N): a reluctant truce

Madara resents her.

For years, he refuses to acknowledge her beyond what is necessary. Even when she proves herself, even when the clan begins to warm to her, he remains distant, cold.

Until one day, she stands in front of him, head held high, and says,

-You may not like me. You may never trust me. But I am your brother’s wife. And I will protect this clan with my life, just as you do.

He does not answer.

But the next time he sees someone glaring at her in the village, he steps beside her.

And they look away.

It is not friendship.

But it is something.

Would Izuna love her?

Eventually, yes.

It would not be love at first sight, nor even in the first years of their marriage. But Izuna is a passionate man. He does not do things halfway.

Once he realizes he cares for her, there is no hesitation.

No distance.

She is his.

And he is hers.

And when he finally, finally calls her by her given name instead of Senju, she knows.

She has won his heart.

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The night air was thick with the scent of rain-drenched earth, the lingering coolness slipping through the open screens of their shared room. A lantern flickered between them, casting golden light over Izuna’s sharp features, shadows accentuating the confident curve of his lips as he leaned in.

She had been trying to read before bed, leaning back slightly against the futon, trying to resist whatever game he was playing—but the moment he kneeled in front of her, close, his knee nudged between her thighs, everything else blurred. He wasn’t touching her. Not really. Just close—too close. Close enough that heat gathered low in her stomach, anticipation coiling through her like a string wound too tight.

Izuna’s smirk deepened, noticing.

-Are you always this skittish, or is it just with me?- he mused, voice low, threaded with amusement. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against the back of her hand, his touch barely there. Teasing.

(Y/N) swallowed, glaring at him through the growing haze of warmth spreading through her body. -You’re relishing this too much.-

His dark eyes gleamed. -Of course I am.- He lifted her hand, brushing his lips over her knuckles—mocking in how gentlemanly the gesture appeared, yet his grip remained firm, grounding. -You’re charming when you try to fight it.-

Her breath caught when he let go, only to trail his fingers lower, brushing over the curve of her waist, lingering just below her ribs. -Relax,- he murmured, pressing the words into her skin, letting them sink into her bones.

-I am relaxed.- She bit the words out, trying to steel herself against the warmth of his palm, against the way his touch felt less like teasing and more like a promise.

Izuna chuckled. -Oh? Then why are you trembling?- His free hand found her thigh, barely grazing the sensitive skin as his knee shifted, pressing just enough between her legs to make her breath hitch. -Liar.-

Heat pooled beneath her skin, and Izuna, of course, noticed that too.

His lips hovered near her ear, his breath warm, taunting. -Do you want me to stop?-

(Y/N) said nothing, her pride locking her throat.

Izuna hummed, pleased. -I’ll take that as a no.-

Then his hand slipped lower, fingers finding her, pressing just enough to make her gasp.

-There we go,- he purred, his voice like silk and embers. -That’s what I was waiting for.-

His fingers moved, slow and purposeful, circling, teasing, learning her just as easily as if he’d done this a thousand times before. He watched her closely, reading every quiver of her breath, every shift of her hips as she tried—failed—to resist the pleasure curling through her body.

-You’re beautiful like this,- Izuna murmured, his tone softer now, reverent despite the teasing glint still lingering in his eyes. -Soft.-

(Y/N) wanted to argue—wanted to snap back at his insufferable smugness—but then his fingers found their way inside, curling, pressing against the perfect spot, and every word she might have said melted into a shaky breath.

Izuna only grinned, dragging it out, savoring it, giving her exactly what he had promised.

His knee was still pressed between her thighs, keeping her where he wanted, while his fingers worked against her core, slow at first—too slow, as if he enjoyed watching her squirm.

(Y/N) bit her lip, fighting against the sounds bubbling in her throat, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But Izuna was satisfaction—his touch, his words, the way he knew exactly how to unravel her.

-None of that,- he murmured, voice a rich hum against her ear. His free hand cupped her jaw, thumb brushing over her parted lips. His thumb found her tongue, savoring victory as (Y/N) closed them over it. -Let me hear you.-

His fingers pressed harder, from inside to outside with vigor and stability, patience, experience, circling, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure, and she couldn’t help it—her breath hitched, the softest sound slipping free. Izuna groaned, like he was the one falling apart, pleased beyond measure.

-That’s it,- he whispered, picking up the pace. -Don’t hold back from me.-

Her fingers curled against the fabric of his haori, gripping tight as her body arched into his touch. Pleasure coiled hot and unbearable, a slow-building burn winding through her limbs.

Izuna chuckled, low and breathy. -You just get to enjoy my fingers tonight, hime,- he murmured, his voice dark with amusement. -I’m not planning on a heir this soon.-

Her breath stuttered at the sheer audacity of his words, but before she could glare at him, his fingers moved faster—rubbing, pressing, coaxing her toward that white-clouded pleasure.

(Y/N) gasped, body shuddering, satisfaction unfurling deep and consuming. Izuna held her through it, his grip steady, his lips brushing against her temple as he murmured, “Beautiful.”

It wasn’t until she caught her breath, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, that she realized he was still smirking.

Arrogant bastard.

[w2soneshots]

Heyaa by any chance can you write an angryginge one where they go to an Adele concert xx

Adele -Angry ginge

words: 0.7k+

warnings: none.

summary: you and your boyfriend enjoy a night out at his favourite artist’s concert.

notes: hello girlies! Love love love this idea😋. I haven’t written for ginge in a little while so this was fun. I hope you enjoy!!🫶🏼💫

Last month it was Morgan's birthday and I surprised him with tickets to watch Adele perform. He got so excited, bear hugged me and then said he couldn't wait to go.

Today is finally the day of the concert. He went into our bedroom to get dressed while I finished getting myself ready in my dressing room.

Once I was finished I walked out into the hallway to see that Morgan had intentionally matched his outfit with mine. I smiled as I looked him up and down. "Very handsome," I complimented as I rested my hands on his chest.

As I walked away he placed a playful slap to my bum, making me jump. "Oi!" I giggled. "You look fucking gorgeous babe," he husked.

It took at least an hour and a half to get to the venue, since the traffic was awful, but thankfully we got a taxi because having to find a parking space would've been a nightmare.

"Here we are!" The driver announced as we pulled up. "Thank you!" I said as Morgan payed him, then I grabbed my bag and got out.

Just a moment later we both stood on the street, looking over at the huge arena with 'Adele' plastered everywhere. "Woah," he said under his breath, "this is insane." I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back at me and then pressed a kiss to my cheek. "What're we waiting for?" He extended his hand.

We scanned our tickets, found our seats -which were at the very front and extremely close to the stage-, then we waited impatiently for the concert to begin.

The lighting dramatically changed and we both looked at each other in anticipation. "I can't believe this is happening right now," he muttered. "You played in the sidemen charity match and this is a shock?" I teased. He lightly nudged my shoulder with a chuckle.

When she walked out we just sat there is awe. First of all, her outfit was beautiful and secondly she was hilarious and so kind. Some of the things she was coming out with was making us both belly laugh.

But when she started singing, the atmosphere changed completely. Everyone, including me and Morgan, stood and stared dancing and singing along.

We both waited the entire concert for our favourite song. When it came on we shared a knowing look and smiles spread across our faces.

I let it fall, my heart

And as it fell, you rose to claim it

It was dark and I was over

Until you kissed my lips and you saved me

My hands, they were strong

But my knees were far too weak

To stand in your arms

Without falling to your feet

Everyone was singing and clearly having a great time. Morgan was completely and utterly in his element. He didn't care about about what anyone thought, which is why I love him, he was just genuinely giving it his all.

But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face

Well, it burned while I cried

'Cause I heard it screaming out your name

Your name

I set fire to the rain

And I threw us into the flames

When it fell, something died

'Cause I knew that that was

The last time, the last time

Sometimes I wake up by the door

That heart you caught must be waiting for you

Even now, when we're already over

I can't help myself from looking for you

Once the song ended, she brought the concert to a close. I was slightly sad that it was over because I'd had such a great time but I knew that we'd just made a life long memory.

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet. Both of us were trying to soak in the last few hours. It felt surreal to have seen her that close and listen to the songs we both love, live.

When we finally got home, I locked the door and just as I turned around Morgan threw his arms around me. "Thank you," he whispered, "I had the best time." Oh, my heart.

"You're so welcome babe, I'm so glad you had fun," I replied in a soft tone, my hands slowly raking through his hair. "Fun is an understatement." He mumbled into my chest.

[padawan-snack-packer]

Could you please do a friendship bracelets with the rebels characters?🥹 (If not that's cool just thought I'd ask I love your writing so much😭)

YES @holi654 I ABSOLUTELY CAN and also I LOVE REBELS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW 🥹😭💕 (Ezrabine shippers RISE—we are eating today). Let’s talk found family in space, let’s talk emotionally constipated Ghost crew, let’s talk friendship bracelets and feelings and chaos-

Here you are, the chaos goblin with a beading kit and a dream—handing out custom-made bracelets like you’re singlehandedly rebuilding the Resistance one glittery string at a time. The crew reacts as follows:

🌈 EZRA BRIDGER You give him a bright blue and orange bracelet with chunky letters that say “SPACE CRAB 🦀💫” and he just beams. “Is this because of Lothal?? Wait. Are we best friends now?? Can I make you one??” Absolutely makes you a return bracelet. It’s tangled. The colors are fighting. It says “JEDI SWAG.” You treasure it like gold. Starts making them for everyone. Wears yours all the time. Gives Sabine one that says “COOLEST ART NERD 💖” and plays it off all cool like “Whatever, it’s no big deal” while trying not to explode.

🌈 SABINE WREN You give her a sleek black, purple, and green bracelet with little paint splatter beads and it says “💣 ART BOMB 💣” She laughs so hard you actually worry she's going to fall backwards and she immediately makes you one back that’s somehow professionally crafted and color-coded like it came from a Mandalorian bead forge. Casually wears yours on her boot. Never mentions it. But touches it before missions. Saves Ezra’s bracelet in her paint kit. “For inspiration.” Sure, Sabine.

🌈 KANAN JARRUS You hand him a chill earth-tone bracelet with a crystal bead and the word “SPACE DAD.” He just sighs deeply. “…Did Hera put you up to this?” Nope. All you. He softens. Puts it on like it’s a solemn Jedi vow. Pretends it’s no big deal. Teaches you how to make knots that hold “even in battle.” Gives you that “proud dad” nod when he sees you wearing yours. You melt.

🌈 HERA SYNDULLA You give her a gorgeous green, orange, and gold piece with flight-themed beads and the phrase “💚 MOM OF THE GHOST 💚” She actually hugs you. You know the one, the one that makes you feel like you can now conquer the Galaxy. “This is so thoughtful, thank you.” Displays it proudly on her lekku when she’s flying. Secretly considers it good luck. Definitely starts a small collection. She attaches the ones Sabine and Ezra are making her in the cockpit like they're air fresheners. Keeps trying to pretend she’s “too busy” for craft night but always shows up with snacks and the best bead selection.

🌈 CHOPPER You make one. You put it on him. It says “SASSY METAL CHAOS.” He throws it at a wall. You tape it back on. He pretends to hate it. …You catch him repositioning it so it shows up better in mission footage. Later adds a second bracelet made of parts he scavenged. It spells “💥 KILL 💥” in red and black beads. You accept it with a formal bow.

🌈 ZEB ORRELIOS You give him a chunky purple and gold one with spiky texture beads and the phrase “HONORABLE HIMBO.” He looks at it. Squints. Grunts. “Fine. I’ll wear it. But if Ezra says anything, I’m chuckin’ him out the airlock.” Definitely wears it on his bicep like a war trophy. Secretly touched. Picks you up in a bear hug whenever you make new ones. “You’re alright, kid.”

🌈 CALLUS (Post-Redemption Arc) You nervously offer a sleek, dark-toned bracelet that says “HOT EX-IMPERIAL” in tiny silver beads. He blinks. “…I suppose I deserve that.” Wears it with quiet pride. Hera teases him about it. Zeb won’t stop grinning. Later gives you one in return. It’s neat, well-balanced, and says “HOPE” in Aurebesh. You sob.

🌈 HONDO OHHNAKA You hand him a sparkly gold and red bracelet that says “LEGAL-ISH BUSINESSMAN.” He gasps. “You understand me so well!” Immediately makes you one with beads shaped like credits and a tiny skull. It says “BEST INVESTMENT.” You are now business partners. You don’t remember agreeing to that. It’s fine.

🌌 BONUS – SABEZRA SHIPPER MOMENT 🌌

You give Ezra and Sabine matching bracelets that say “STAR TWINS 💫” — because you’re a menace who loves chaos and you ship them harder than the Ghost jumps to hyperspace.

They both go weirdly quiet.

Ezra: “Star… twins?” Sabine: “Twins?” You: “Yup 😊😊” Ezra: “…like, siblings?” You: “✨Metaphor✨” Sabine: “Is it though.”

They both wear the bracelets anyway. But suddenly Ezra is walking around like he’s just been emotionally stabbed. Sabine? Acting totally normal. Calm. Cool. Untouchable.

…Until Ezra tries to casually “lose” his bracelet during a mission and she immediately throws him a replacement. It’s even prettier. Says “NOT MY BROTHER 😘” in Mandalorian script. You die laughing.

Ezra turns beet red. Kanan: sighs in Jedi Dad™ Hera: “I’m just saying, they’ve got chemistry.” Chopper: [plays wedding march sarcastically]

And now Sabine starts making new bracelets for Ezra weekly. One day it’s “BLUE EYES 💙” next it’s “NERF HERDER 💥” Ezra wears them all. Like trophies. Like love letters. One says “💖 Property of Mandalore 💖” and Zeb just loses it.

Eventually, Ezra gives her one back. It says: “WRATH OF THE SUN 💘”

She wears it on her glove. In battle. On purpose. No one says a word. But you all know.

Conclusion: You have infected the Rebellion with glitter, love, and aggressive emotional intimacy. Sabine makes bracelets with secret codes. Ezra hoards them like they’re sacred. The Ghost crew is held together by beads and vibes. The Empire fears your power. As they should 💖