#Sun is so silly and can't spell for hell

[reallyromealone]

Tenjiku x male reader x Toman part 7

Part 6 🌸 current 🌸 part 8

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It had been two days of fending off alphas and Shinichiro was ready to throw in the towel when he heard it.

Emma had arrived.

The eldest sibling smiled and felt his body relax slightly, thankfully (name)s heat has subsided considerably to the point he was coherent and he could comfortably leave his sister to deal with the hooligans. The brothers looked on in horror as Emma walked with her two mates, elegant robes and delicately styled hair, pins in it making it look like a waterfall of flowers.

Yazuha and Senju beside her in less frivolous clothes, Senju in a more millantant approach and Yazuha simply preferring simple tastes "you two idiots have been harassing a poor Omega?! Thank goodness Shin kept him away or you guys would kill him!" She chewed them out and no one dare argue with the blond omega who was currently giving the two most feared demons absolute hell on the front steps to Shinichiro's estate, said beta checking in on poor (name).

The three pups perked their little heads up as they smelt the air, takemichi doing a little dance in excitement as he balanced on (name)s knee "Emma!" Koko chewed on his knuckles happily and (name) looked confused "Emma?" He asked softly and the tots smiled "she's our aunty!" And (name) nodded in understanding "can we go say hi?!" Takemichi asked loudly and excitedly and (name) was contemplating, the door suddenly opening with three knocks "not without this... Emma brought it" Shinichiro said kindly and (name) snapped his head up to see a collar with inscriptions all around it "it's one that demons can't snap like thread, it has spells written on it so if one tries to break it... It will cause them harm" he explained and (name) smiled "why don't you three go play and see aunt Emma while I help (name), alright?"

The tots ran off and the black haired demon smiled at them "my... My apologies for kidnapping your pups" (name) said genuinely apologetic and Shinichiro laughed "don't worry about it, an omegas touch is what those roudy pups need" he joked and gently helped (name) put it on, gentle but callused hands touching his skin "I'm also sorry that they dragged you into this, I'm sure "protecting an Omega from a bunch of alphas" wasn't even remotely on your to-do list..."

Shinichiro liked (name), not in a romantic way but... He was good company, hard working and despite it all genuinely did care.

Those idiots didn't deserve him truly.

"Well, I had a few outfits made for you to wear" Shinichiro stepped out and returned with a few boxes "no doubt you wouldn't want to wear the ones previously as those idiots scented it to death"

(Name) felt his eyes water up, never experiencing such kindness from someone who didn't want something back--- hell he wasn't even mad (name) scented his pups!

Never had he experienced this kindness from his village.

"T-thank you..." He managed to choke out between tears and shinichiro held him close, the demon understanding he had gone through great struggles and his brothers clans were absolutely not helping.

By time Emma finished tearing everyone a new asshole, the sun was high in the sky "now... Let me meet him"

Most omegas wouldn't dare speak to alphas like that but Emma was the one entity in this universe that her brothers and by proxy their clans didn't fuck with, parting way for her as she walked in the direction of the Omega "Aunt Emma!" Three little voices chimed out and the blonde smiled at the itty bitty pups "my my~ aren't you three growing like weeds" Senju teased and Yazuha smiled as little Inupi asked to be held silently, lifting the boy "come meet our friend! He's a little weird but he and papa are friends!"

The trio let them lead them through the grand palace Emma grew up in, talking about how "silly " their uncles were and the new game they invented "papa! Aunt Emma is heeere!" Takemichi said happily and Shinchiro smiled as the three women looked at the crying Omega "those idiot's..." Yazuha was tempted to go back out there and lay havoc upon them but held back knowing it would make her beloved Omega upset.

"Truly barbaric" senju shook her head "(name), this is my youngest sibling Emma and her mates" (name) felt at ease with another Omega, he didn't know why he felt so safe but he did and Emma offered him a reassuring smile "I'm so sorry about my brother's, they're idiots" she knew he wouldn't be able to just walk away but comfort is something someone needed especially at times like this.

Emma helped (name) get ready, Senju making him laugh and Yazuha spoke of their trip as the pups wandered off to go play.

(Name) sighed when he was finally left alone in the evening and sat in the gardens to breathe, parts of each clan having to return to tend to things needed.

He heard whispers of some moon, the demons tense as they spoke.

He hoped all would be well.

Mikey was antsy, watching (name) from a distance.

He didn't like his Omega being out of his line of sight for long, especially with threats and whispers in the air. The moon was high when he noticed (name) had fallen asleep on a stone bench in the gardens and decided to bring him back to his room, lifting him and cradling him close "Hmm?" (Name) mumbled glancing sleepily to the blond "don't worry... Go back to sleep" he said softly and (name) subconsciously snuggled in his chest and the smell of matcha and chocolate filled his senses.

[murahel]

Fanfics Masterpost

Transformers Cyberverse Fanfics Ideas:

Soundwave survives the end of the show (even if only to not leave Shadow Striker alone to command Decepticons, come on we've got Hot Rod, Bumblebee and Windblade at the very least to replace Optimus but Shadow Striker has to deal with everything alone? Nah.): Hand Over The Relationship, Offish Decepticon! I'm this close to finishing the last chapter. There's an update on the 1st every month meanwhile to give me time to close that last chapter.

"Wherever Bumblebee goes on Cybertron, Cheetor, be with him." If Cyberverse doesn't give me Cheetor remembrance, then I will.

Bumblebee & Windblade friendship post-war (with sprinkles of Windblade's cityspeaker ability and her time in the Matrix of Leadership of the Other One). Maybe even Cheetor communicating with them from Primus' AllSpark.

Optimus' nightmare after using the Matrix against Starscream is a bit more than just a nightmare. Set with the idea of Optimus being (a reincarnation of) the Thirteenth, therefor a sibling of the Thirteen First Primes: Standing Among The Blue

Transformers EarthSpark Fanfics Ideas:

Brave Educational Experience: or when the Terrans shatter Bumblebee's worldview through a single question.

Shockwave & Wheeljack relationship, but still with their dynamic from in Cyberverse (dancing robots, Shockwave's invention liking Wheeljack (s2 ep10, Secret Science)). Also Wheeljack calls Shockwave out on his racism towards the Terrans/Twitch his daughter.

The ones I probably won't write:

Decepticons meeting up with Autobots at the border after defeating the Quintessons (too vague).

AU fix-it in which Starscream gets better (I just don't know his character enough).

The ones I said I wouldn't write but did in a way or another:

I've read a fic headcanoning Soundwave as a cityspeaker too, which I find interesting but don't think I'll write about it <- Hand Over The Relationship Offish Decepticon! (chapter 5 especially)

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Other stuff I've written unrelated to Transformers medias: ⬇️

And The Sun Snuffed Itself Out So Icare Could Keep Flying: "In this world, Hawks doesn't lose his wings." MHA, canon-compliant up to the moment Hawks loses his alter to AFO. I've always felt like Endeavor/the Todoroki family owned him one after what Dabi does to him (also why the hell are people shipping Dabi and Hawks together wtf) and that with Endeavor's whole "redemption" thing he would at least try to protect Hawks more?? Maybe it's just me. Might get a sequel or follow up if I can work my mind around some plot.

Triangle Is The Strongest Shape: Monastario/Zorro/Lolita trouple. I know, I've got you, you'll have at least one fic with the three of them (it's silly tho). I honestly don't know how Monastorio's name is canonically spelled.

Oh Little Angel's Family: the one I keep forgetting. Supernatural, it's about family feels among the angels (especially the archangels and Castiel) and isn't canon-compliant in the slightest. I think it diverges from canon at s4, but honestly I don't care about that one enough to search back my notes about it. It has an attempt to plot in it, it has. Anyway it's written in french and Michael is called Michel in it.

Not home: an Outer Worlds game character-study(ish) fic about the Captain being an outsider. Do not be fooled by the english title, it's written in french.

Star Wars. I've written many a fic of Star Wars stuff starring the Codywan ship, some in french that haven't been translated since I switched to full english. I've still got unfinished drafts of more fics including them which will probably never be finished because I can't be bothered, and I don't post unfinished drafts (there's one exception to this and I won't elaborate on it).

Ideas of fics that haven't been written (yet):

A Baroness fic. From The Cat Returns Ghibli movie. In which she either gets reunited with Baron or has Toto and other birds travel letters between them.

A Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas time-travel fix-it fic centering on Shion, in which Zeus is actually responsible for the Holy War and the Aries cloth has time powers because of Chronos. Featuring being hunted as a traitor by his fellow Golds, soul wound, and Lady Persephone.

A Kuraerti fic (you know. the one yall keep calling Clerifa like it's a fucking Pokémon.) post-canon, a timeline what timeline, everyobody lives, setting: Gold Saucer. Featuring an Oblivious!Cloud, background Reno/Rude, Zack being around, Rufus and his dog learning to be a Good PersonTM under mentorship from Dio, the most adults members of the group acting like parents and a frustrated Barret.

A Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic in which Kevin's family is actually from the mafia. His parents don't talk to him anymore because he married a cop and the whole Seamus situation gets worse because that's a mafia family kidnapping somedoby from another mafia family. It is unclear if Holt is aware or not.

[butchsky]

>:).. elaborations below.. /paws

starborne jason firstly (also feel free to steal it i love spreading my silly autism propoganda):

he is, by FAR, the oldest of the tc group. chronologically, anyways. yellow supergiants range from a few thousand to *millions* of years old, and jason is on the lower end of that spectrum (so, think, like, 200,000). starborne age *much* slower than humans / earth hybrids do, though, so he looks and acts much closer to, like.. seventeen or eighteen. (he's also the shortest of the group.)

being a star, and a yellow supergiant specifically, he runs *hot.* like, badly so. like, people can't touch him for more than a few seconds without it hurting. they joke that you could probably fry an egg on him.

he also has, like, ZERO immune system, being from space and all. he gets sick really often, and while it doesn't always stick due to his body heat, sometimes it leads to some STRONG ass bacteria. fucker's like a petri dish. also, he uses a nasal cannula and an air filtration thing! tying into his health issues, he canNOT breath straight overworld air. (interestingly, though, he seems to have much less trouble breathing in the end.) it looks pretty normal, and he keeps the tank / filter in a portable bag.

seto:

this is also a lot of cultural infodump because ive spent years working on end hybrid lore. seto was a studying / practicing mage, working under royal alchemists. he wasn't a full-fledged mage *quite* yet, but he was well on his way.

he also has a natural penchant for being curious, and it gets him into a lot of trouble sometimes. this is how he ended up living in the overworld; he was sent off to gather materials for a spell, and got distracted and wandered off. he ended up getting caught in a rainstorm and losing the end portal, so he kind of just got stranded. he didn't speak ANY english at first, it took him a while to actually learn.

enderian and english are very, VERY different languages, and the overworld / english has a lot of things that seto had never even seen, much less enderian having words for them. there's a page in an old journal of his where he wrote down learning about the concept of the sun and the word for it, for example. his journals slowly transitioned from being in enderian to being in english, now he mostly just writes in enderian if its something personal or private.

he still busies himself as a mage now, but still not official and largely just doing whatever the hell he wants. very interested in culture, hybrids, etc, and has absolutely zero tact asking questions about it. (he had a field day with mitch.)

also, seto originally faced a *lot* of issues being in the overworld, due to many humans / overworlders (or "brightlanders") being suspicious or distrustful of enderians. he still kind of does sometimes, although being close with tc (and sky especially) has made people, uh. much less likely to voice those kinds of things. his name also isn't technically SETO. his name is ⏁☍⊬, pronounced like "(t)ss-ah-yo" (the s is a hissing sound), but people kept switching the sounds around and caling him seto so he just kinda went with it. (he doesn't mind it now, he's come to like it.)

also, enderian has three different words for animals of varying classifications; one for beasts, which are wild animals, and then ones for domesticated animals (i.e livestock) and pets. when seto first met jerome, he accidentally called jerome all three of these on varying occasions because enderian didn't have words / concepts for the kind of hybrid jerome is, so he just kind of saw him and went "oh! animal". jerome will not let him live it down now.

lavender axolotl mudkip is brought to you by the fact that blue axolotls don't actually exist irl, and one of the closest you can get is lavender. >:3

also wrt tags, bjd mitch is one of my favourite things ever. EVER. at first glance, he looks human! he does! until you look closer and you realize his skin looks like plastic and his eyes move oddly, and he doesn't make facial expressions, and his mouth doesn't *move* when he speaks-- yeah, he scared the FUCK out of the tc crew when they met. he knows he's a doll, but he doesn't know *why.* he doesn't have memories of "his" childhod, but his creator (dad) explained it away as amnesia from head trauma. (in actuality, the head trauma is what killed his real son, and it was just something he said to continue the fantasy.)

mitch, by creation, is meant to be around 21 years old. if we're going off the time he was *created,* so chronologically, then he would be five. (this makes him the "youngest" member, in the same way that starborne shit makes jason the oldest.) he lived in a cabin out in the woods with his 'dad', going on with life "as usual" after what he believed to be amnesia. there were no mirrors in the house, so mitch couldn't see himself, and see the things that made him, clearly, not human (and not the "real" one).

things got on great for that time, it only got "bad" after his 'dad' passed away. mitch himself was fine, physically; he didn't need to eat, or sleep, or anything of the sort. mentally, not so much, and the house itself fell into *horrible* disrepair. he knew *how* to fix things, but he just physically can't move his hands to have actually *fixed* them without his dad. at this time, he also fully believed that his dad was just.. out. jerome comes across the cabin about a year afterwards. he thinks its abandoned, so he goes to check it out and potentially loot it, but he runs into mitch while he's searching one of the bedrooms. (of course jerome gets the shit scared out of him, but they get past it.)

they end up becoming friends, and jerome visits him almost every day. he tries to broach the idea of mitch leaving, but he's insistent that he's "waiting for dad". it's not until jerome finds his dad's journal in a drawer that he figures out what's going on, and that mitch's 'dad' absolutely is *not* coming back.

(jerome convinces him eventually, saying that his dad wouldn't want him to be all alone with the house like this and no help, so "come with me, and we'll leave a note and i'll bring you back once he's home!")

of course, mitch knows by now that his dad's dead. he knows he's a doll, but he still doesn't know what happened to the "real" mitch. jerome refuses to *ever* tell him; he doesn't see a reason to do something like that to him. if mitch finds out on his own, sure, but jerome refuses to say it himself or let anyone else say it.

this got long as fuck so i can send solace lore in another ask if u want :heart:

i wanted to wait to reply to this when i wasnt so exhausted (ive been soo busy and low energy recently) but WOW. i am invested in all of this!! the planning and writing and world building- oh i am in love with it.

i have no other notes, honestly. (in my honest opinion, mitch and seto really are my favorites out of everything you've told me so far. wow! little doll mitch, im imagining it and am just.. obsessed. so so obsessed)

the world building for the end- ohh i love that. curious little seto. oughhh. ougghhh. puts my head in my hands. hunches over. grunts and groans.

but please feel free to share more, whenever you are willing! my ask box is always, always open. you do not need to ask to share anything with me, hehe

[meowierz]

Brothers In Arms!! SAMS AU

So Brothers in Arms won the poll!! Excuse any mistakes here, I'm on tablet with HORRID auto correct! Ill do my best to explain the AU!!

Basically, its an AU where Eclipse cares...to an extent. I made this up a LONG time ago, when Solar Flare was still alive so brace yourselves.

When Eclipse made Bloodmoon, he didn't want to just kill him because Eclipse still acknowledged that he was a weird robot being like him. Plus, he's the one who programmed him like that so it isn't Bloodmoons's fault. Eclipse thought that BM would be perfect for offensive and defensive but mainly it.

So, Eclipse made a new robot who would be better at getting into people's heads and simply less violent! Aka, Lunar! Of course, since he was made solely off of Eclipses nice thoughts, Lunar was way too childish. So, he also wasn't very obedient. But, Lunar of course had other uses so he didn't just discard of him either.

Finally, Solar Flare comes in. He's obedient, wow!! But, he's very monotone and acts like an actual robot which erm...is a bit nice. Well, whatever he's asked of he will do unless it directly harms his brothers. This will lead to him giving out secrets because "tf is sun gonna do? give us glitter glue?"

So, this is set during the Lunar and Eclipse Show ARC. Moon and Sun only know about Lunar because BM and Solar Flare are laying low. No KC or Earth YET, the wholesome stuff has to play out first. Yes, there will be drama but most posts abt this AU will be funny and/or adorable!! So, lemme explain everyone!!

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Eclipse - Eclipse takes on an older brother role, since he is the oldest erm. He mainly acts like he doesn't care what they do, who they do it with, and what happens to them unless it directly affects him. But, he cares a lot (a bit too much since he's overprotective smh). He may groan and complain but he'll help with anything and everything his siblings needs. Random fact? Sure! He loves hugs but refuses them every time he's asked for one, bros tryna be an alpha male.

Bloodmoon - The twins are really hyper and full of energy but they try toning it down with their siblings. Just don't hit them too much. He's not overprotective like Eclipse, he'll probably forget about their siblings problem once a butterfly flys towards them BUT if the problem is in their face then all hell will break loose. Fun Fact? Okay!! He loves watching HTF, its a show he watches when he craves blood but isn't in the position to get it.

Lunar - Since this is past Lunar, he loves annoying his siblings. Especially Bloodmoon since he gives a bigger reaction. Even though he's a middle child, he acts like the youngest lmao. He loves playing games, watching TV, and just hanging out with his siblings in general! Goofy fact? Sure! Whenever Lunar has nightmares, he automatically goes to Eclipse. Tears and all (eclipse never gets sleep 😭🙏)

Solar Flare - He's very nonchalant and unbothered. He does care, he just doesn't know how to show it. Not to be confused with Eclipse. There's s differences between not WANTING to show it and not knowing HOW to show it. But, Solar Flare can get a bit quirky and annoy his siblings back. Because of his RBF and his robotic voice, anything out his mouth is always believed. So, he'll lie about teeny things randomly. "Hey, did you know that the sky can change color?" And they'll run to the sky to stare at it for an hour. Ofc, Solar Flare can't tell bigger lies than that lmao. Silly Fact? Okay! He has to wear glasses but never does because he knows damn well his siblings will bully him.

That's it for now!! Again, excuse any spelling and grammar mistakes unless its truly nonsense. I'm on a shit device RN 😭🙏

[qedtanya]

Letter to my baby (30) girl

Dear Katy Beth,

From the day you were born, I knew we'd have a special bond. You weren't the boy your "sperm donor" wanted and you weren't EVER going to be taken away from me. I named you Kaitlynn because I wanted a different spelling of Caitlin, which is means pure. You were the purest thing I ever did. I didn't deserve to be your mom, but out of all the moms there, I was the lucky one. The one to be chosen by such a shining soul, such a happy little girl from your first breath. Sure there were times when you were a baby that you cried so much that I had to lock myself in an empty room just to get your DNA donor to take care of you, but even then, I loved you.

I remember when you were little and used to beg me to carry you everywhere. I remember when you were an adolescent and you'd claim to be old enough to do what you wanted. I remember when you were a teenager and couldn't keep your room clean, take a shower or confide in me. I also remember that no matter how mad we got at each other, you never said, "I hate you" like other teenagers. You never stopped talking to me (until that one time when you were like 19 - and we won't go into that!). You never made me feel like I was anything less than your hero. But you are mine. So funny, so full of life, so loving and unique. I miss you so much.

Some people used to question us. Used to question how I could love "someone like you" meaning because you were gay, I shouldn't. But how could I not? How could I not love someone so full of happy? So joyous and with the IDGAF attitude that you faced the world with? So generous, kind and just a damn good person? How could anyone not love that? It hurts me to think that there are others like you out there in the world whose parents have turned their back on them just because they are so close-minded and can't see the beautiful human being in front of them.

How am I supposed to live the rest of my life without you in it? How am I supposed to act like everything is okay when I can't call you or text you? What is the point of life now? I feel as though the only way I am living is because other people need me now. Your grandpa, your sister, your aunt, your husband. I can't even get through a day without crying and thinking about you every single minute. My heart hurts so much. My chest feels like there's an empty space inside it now. And all this is selfish and I know you wouldn't want me to think of it this way but how can I not?

They never prepare you for the loss of a child, your favorite child. I know you aren't supposed to have favorites, but you were and are and always will be. You made me a better woman, human being and mom just for being you. I learned so many lessons from you that I promise I will try to utilize every day. Your kindness, generosity, spirit and love. You are the only thing that made my life worth living and I'll try to pay that forward to others but it's going to be hard. It's going to hurt like hell every day to live without you. But I'll try. Eventually. Not right now because it's only been 8 days and I still can't think straight. I love you so much Katy Beth. You were my sunshine and all the sun has gone out of my life now. I wish we could have one last chance to be silly together, to sing at a Garth concert, to argue about stupid things. Mostly, I wish for one last hug and to hear your voice tell me, "I love you momma." I just hope you're in Heaven right now talking your great gramma into letting you color your hair, getting lots of cuddles from Maggie and walking around on two strong legs. You were, and always will be the best part of me. I love you.

~ Mom

[valeffelees]

13) I mean, I mostly want Carry On hot takes, but I'm open to all fandoms! 26) WITHOUT SUN All of your posts on it have been so freaking good! I struggle to imagine anything giving you pause!! 36) I NEED NEED NEED to know more about Simon Snow is not a Vegetarian! The chat fic. The artists in love. I need to know where it goes! 41) We're minor character stans in this house. Okay! Enough questions. Thank you ^__^

13. Who is your least favourite character to write for?

ok, the wording of this question is tricky for me. because i don't dislike writing for any of the characters, but my least favourite is actually Penny. AND NO, LISTEN, i can hear you fucking white lady math meme reacting through the wall right now, Lia. i love writing about Penny. but i love writing about her from SIMON'S perspective. i don't know how to get into Penny's head at all, i wouldn't even know where to start.

26) Which part of [Without Sun] was the hardest to write?

i had trouble with a few diff scenes in this fanfic, ngl. i knew some of them would give me hell as i was plotting them, but one that caught me off guard with how difficult it was for me is that scene in the Magic Words classroom with Miss Possibelf and Madam Bellamy. by the time you'd read it i'd trimmed a lot of my orig draft out. in the first version of that scene, Simon was actually meant to go into Magic Words and sit in on the end of the lesson, but i didn't like how silly it made the scene feel. i had a hard time figuring out where to end that scene, too, because there is obviously a LOT for Simon to process by the end, but so much of it is able to be done comfortably off-page that i didn't know where to draw the line.

i didn't think i'd have so much trouble with the Mage's first scene either, but motherfucker kept getting all Snidley fucking Whiplash villain-esque on me while i was writing it, and you know how i feel about that, LOL. Baz's main scene in that fic was hard, too, but in a different way than the other two; it is such an extremely emotionally charged scene, and it's so important to the story, i just had a really hard time with the pacing of it and figuring out how to make it give the impact i wanted. i'm still fussing around with it.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

i can't fuCKING BELIEVE you just asked me for Simon Snow is Not a Vegetarian SPOILERS, i'm going to fucking bite you. i don't even know if there's anything about this fanfic that you don't already know, like. i kill one of Baz's pet rats and he cries-cries over it? Malcolm and Daphne are getting a divorce?? Baz Pitch has a dick, AND knows how to use it???

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

we both already know the answer is Niall but i am fucking delighted you asked because i will take any and every chance i can get to talk about him. i'm so weird about Dev and Niall, as you are very well aware. i've written about and drawn them so many times, i think about them almost as much as i think about Simon and Baz, which is just so fucking funny when you really think about it. they've just turned into such extremely distinct characters in my head, i've given them the full RK900 treatment. i'm attached to all the little things i've thought up about them, y'kno? like, my headcanon for the reason Niall spells his eyes blue is because he has a twin sister named Signe and, as children, the two of them were always being mistaken for one another, to the point that they started to resent each other. and even though it hasn't happened in years, Niall is still deeply insecure about looking too much like her. but, he doesn't like the idea of colouring his hair or straightening his curls, because Niall is really close to his mother and he shares those things with her, too, so instead: he spells his eyes blue. i always write him as the oldest of all the characters, too, because another headcanon: he and Signe started Watford a year late, so he's 12 turning 13 in first year instead of 11 turning 12 like everyone else. but it all works out for the best 'cause if he hadn't started the year he did, he wouldn't have been Dev's roommate, and if he wasn't Dev's roommate he wouldn't be friends with Baz, and i am going to stop right there because if i start talking about my headcanons for Niall's friendship with Baz we'll be here all fucking night. but yeah, i really, really like writing Niall and Dev.

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[the-faceless-bride]

Sunday was supposed to be A fun day

Lost boys x reader

The boys were just having some fun on the boardwalk, they have gotten a lot more virulent after what happened with the frog brothers and we're starting to take extra safety processions...

Even going to a witch

Marko and Paul were touching everything!! Crystals, trinkets, bottles that were sealed at the top with wax and trying to get it open

Dwayne was looking around making sure the witch doesn't try anything on them, he almost let them down once he wasn't taking any chances again.

David is talking with the witch, asking her questions and telling her what had happened that night... When he asked her what they should do she gave him an answer...

"You'll have to lay low for a little while," Ravynne said, her green eyes staring the Vampires down; she walked around them, her heels lightly clicking as she grabbed different bottles off her shelves.

"Lay...low?" David questioned as his eyes trailed after her, keeping his guard up. Ravynne pushed her dark passion twists put off the way of her face the rings and shells in her hair clinked together gaining the other's attention.

"Yes, those young boys will now be on the lookout for more Vampires, and when they go looking and they find you... It won't end well" she said slowly in her low sensual voice, causing Paul to bite his lower lip and Marko to elbow him in the ribs with a scoff.

As Ravynne whispered chants on the four gems she could barely focus from all the giggling, whispers, and grunts... She was a busy and powerful woman that didn't have all day for silly games and a group of brutish Vampires that only care for themselves... And then a vision flashed behind her eyes, she smirked and knew how to take two birds with one stone.

Protect the boys and get them to care about someone other than themselves... She knew just the spell to cast on these gems...

Marko jumped around with Paul as they laughed and joked; going back home to their cave. Paul was unable to stop playing with the Blue Gem that was now hanging from his neck. "So... What do you think they do?" Paul asked his partners.

"I... Don't know... Maybe they like... Shoot the fuck out of people how come near us?" Marko answered. David chuckled and Dwayne playfully rolled his eyes. But the calm playful mood shattered as they heard a group of people talking... And they didn't sound friendly.

They talked about terrible means to torture Vampires and they wanted to hunt them down, and then something happened.

"Did you hear that?" One of the hunters asked the others; David, Dwayne, and Marko looked to Paul who accidentally kicked a spray can. The hunters start to follow the sound and the boys started to panic, after the fog brothers they just came back... They weren't strong enough to fight yet, they are still weak.

But then they felt a strange twist in their bones and for a moment everything went black, only for a moment later being met with the hunters; only they weren't attacking them?

"It's just some stupid cats!" One of the hunters called out to the others...

Wait... What?

The boys looked down to be met with fluffy paws... When David tried to talk only a meow left his mouth... 'Well... Looks like we will be talking telepathically' David groaned.

'My feet hurt! Dwayne Carry meeeee!' Marko complained 'I can't carry you, Marko... I don't have any thumbs to lift you.' Dwayne explained

'We won't make it to the cave in time! The sun is almost up!' Paul cried out to his partners and they started to panic again... That is until they heard a voice.

"Kitties?" The boys all turned around and while David and Dwayne looked as though they were ready to scratch, hiss, and claw; Paul and Marko looked at each other getting the same idea due to sharing one single brain cell.

They both started meowing and trying to rub themselves on the stranger, 'what the hell are you two doing?!' David yelled not wanting his partners to get hurt 'think about it, the sun is coming up! We play our cards right and they might take us home!' Marko explained to his two other partners.

Before David or Dwayne could do anything they heard the sound of a zipper, the stranger opened up their bag taking off their sweater and placing it at the bottom of their bag picking the kittens up starting with Marko then Paul, the stranger looked to the other two cats wondering if they should take them too; Dwayne took the first step moving towards the stranger, then David.

The zipper closed but not all the way to allow air and they started to move; they all huddled up snuggling together burying themselves in the soft material of the sweater to hide from the small speck of sun that would be showing soon as they all slowly drifted to sleep.

They would figure out what to do later, but for now, they wanted to sleep; they were tired.

Cat-astrophe masterslist

[books-and-catears]

Okay so I've been thinking of writing this for a while now. (Spoiler alert for chapter 16-20)

After MC is brought back to life, everyone approaches them as Lilith. And everyone seems to be all over them as if they weren't just almost killed by Belphie.

So MC feels uncomfortable over this whole thing. Not only do they feel like a replacement for Lilith but they can't even tell anyone about the trauma of almost dying cause they are demons, they can't possibly sympathize with human fragility. Well maybe one of them can.

The only brother who didn't know Lilith firsthand. The only brother who has spent centuries studying humans and reading all about their emotions.

Satan.

Tags: Angst, Hurt, Comfort

Only You

GN! Reader X Satan

"Ah MC...It seems you have only a week more left in Devildom." Lucifer announced in the middle of breakfast.

Everyone paused and stared blankly. Even Beel stopped chewing and put down his sandwich. You smiled, "Ah I was guessing it might be. Thank you for confirming, Lucifer."

One more week and then you could stop pretending to be okay. One more week of being Lilith. One more week of holding in your trauma. You smiled at the thought of being free of it all.

Everyone around looked dejected. Mammon was the first to break the silence, "Oi! You both are kidding right?!" Lucifer shook his head sternly.

"Ah how unfair! It seems only yesterday we met MC!" Asmo piped in.

"B-but we have so many animes left to finish in our watchlist, MC! And so many games we're still waiting for release!" Levi whined.

"So we can not have MC's cooking anymore?" Beel asked sadly.

"I barely got enough time with them! And you all are complaining?!" Belphie said, annoyed.

Satan was still silent. You looked at him only to find him staring right at you. You blush and look down, picking at your food. No matter how many times he did that, you still couldn't get used to it.

"You must have missed home a lot MC. Happy to go back?" Satan asked softly into your ear. You nodded slightly.

Then you felt your chest tighten. You did want to leave but that would mean no more Satan. You wanted to open up to him. If there was anyone among the brother's who could understand you - it was him.

After breakfast was over you stopped everyone before they left for class.

"Um..since it's my last week here, I have a request on how I want to spend it." You announced. All the brothers nodded and stared attentively.

"I will spend one whole day with each of you individually. And the order will be Beel, Belphie, Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Asmo and Satan. Is everyone okay with this?"

Everyone shared confused glances at the sudden statement but obliged never the less.

The rest of the week flashed by and soon it was your last day. Satan's day.

You woke up early that day, already prepping his parting gift. A bookmark made of dried flowers, with two petals on top shaped like cat ears, inside your favourite book from the human world.

"MC? Are you awake?" Satan called out, after knocking on the door.

You were still dressed in your flimsy pajamas but who cares? You ever going to leave tomorrow anyway. You put on some cat ears and called out, "Come in Satan!"

"Good morning MC, I think you'll like what I've planned for-" Satan stopped in mid speech. His eyes widening at the attire that did a fine job of wrapping around your body seductively.

"Good morning...sorry I was too busy to freshen up haha.." You apologize. "Wait for me here, it'll only take me a few minutes."

Satan nodded, hiding his blush behind his golden locks falling all over his cheeks as he lowered his head. You sighed. How was he so beautiful early morning?

Satan held out his arm like the gentleman he was as you prepared to leave for your date. "Take my arm, MC. We have lots of places to be."

You chuckled and did as told. "I can hardly wait."

You spent the day as if you were in a Romance novel. Cat Cafe, the bookstore, walking in the park watching the setting sun, holding hands. Satan really knew the ways to your heart.

After the sun set, you returned to the house of Lamentation.

"Would you like to come to my room later? We could read your favourite book together one last time before you leave?" Satan requested, his fingers still interlocked with yours.

"Yes..." You nodded, "I was going to ask you the same..."

"I'll be waiting." Satan said, walking you to your room and reluctantly letting go.

After dinner when everyone was asleep, you sneaked into his room. He was wide awake, waiting. He was sitting in his bed in only his black t-shirt and jeans, reading a book. The room was dark with only candles providing enough light to read. He looked up when you called for him softly.

"Satan I'm here...sorry for making you wait.." You said sheepishly.

His eyes lit up and he held out his hand for you to take. "Come sit with me."

You joined him on the bed. He swiftly put an arm around you, holding you snug against him. You could smell his scent and feel his breath on your cheek.

"I got something for you. It's not much but.." You handed Satan your gift.

"A gift? For me?" Satan saw the cover of the book and flipped to where the bookmark was. "That's... beautiful. Thank you MC I can't believe you'd- wait what's this?"

He fished out a long strip of stray paper in the middle of the pages beside the bookmark.

You remembered what it was and tried to snatch it away. How did this even get in there?! What the hell?! "IT'S NOTHING!", You scream

Satan smirked as he held it beyond your reach and started reading it. "A poem for Satan? That doesn't seem like nothing MC."

You tried getting up to gain better access to snatch the paper from him. "DON'T READ IT I SWEAR IT'S NOT SOMETHING SERIOUS. I WAS JUST BEING SILLY!"

Satan tightened his grip on your waist and started reading it out loud to your utter humiliation. You struggled in his grip, gave up and hid your face instead. He stopped midway.

"You read it to me." He demanded.

"Like hell I will!" You rebutted.

"Please." He splayed out his fingers on your back holding you close. His locks tickling your nose.

"N-no. It's embarrassing. I can't-" You started but he looked so dejected you gave in. "Fine but you have to look away from me."

Satan swiftly turned his face away and nodded. You cleared your throat nervously and started.

"Dear blonde boy with the sea in his eyes,

I'll be gone soon, so I'm done with the lies,

I've liked you for a long long time,

But it's too late to impose now, so I guess it's fine?"

"You see me for me, like I see you for you,

Everyone else, they just put me in her shoes,

But these shoes don't fit, they're not mine

And I'm sick of having to toe this line."

"But with you, I'm better, I'm more like myself,

And I can't thank you enough for all your help,

For your kindness, smiles and touch,

You always save me when it gets too much."

You stop. The next part of the poem feels like oversharing. Maybe you should have talked to him about this first. He squeezes your arm, asking you to continue.

"Satan I should explain this-"

"I know. I've known this for a while. But I want to hear this first please continue."

Shakily, you continued.

"I feel his fingers on my throat, unforgiving and unkind,

Help it's getting dark...am I going blind?

I let out a tiny scream with whatever voice I have left,

You're the only one here who didn't turn deaf."

"So replace his touch with yours, with your fingers so gentle and nice,

Hold me, warm me, I feel as cold as ice,

I wish I was a kitten, in your care,

You may be full of wrath, but I was never scared."

"But I'll be gone soon, I don't want to return,

But for you my bookworm, my heart will yearn,

Blonde boy with eyes of sea,

One last time, will you kiss me?"

You had barely finished when Satan spun around and cupped your face. He peppered some kisses on your lips, going upto your ear. He nipped at your earlobe and you let out a soft gasp. His face felt warm and flushed.

He placed his head against yours and sighed. "I can't get enough of you. How do I hold myself back when you're showering me with this much love and that too so beautifully?"

He wrapped his arms around you protectively. You instinctively buried your face in his chest and put your arms around his torso.

"You don't need to hold back..." You whisper.

Satan stiffens. "MC, you don't know what you're asking for."

You hold him tighter, lifting your head you place kisses on his jaw and nibble on his shoulder. "I know."

"Then I won't hold back any longer" He says, slowly pushing you down against his pillows.

He reached down and removed your slippers off your feet. "A part of me suspected you might feel this way. But you're not Lilith. You never will be and you don't have to pretend to be. You're MC. And that's all you need to be."

You looked away, outside at the moon. "Tell me honestly...if I didn't have Lilith's bloodline, would you all care the same way?"

Satan held your chin and turned your face towards him. He may never have been an angel but awash in this silvery moonlight, he certainly looked like one.

"Remember when I told you how much I hated being a part of Lucifer? And you told me that I'm my own person. You told me there was more to me than my wrath."

"Of course." You reached out to hold his face. "You're the smartest demon I know. And your love for cats and literature is unparalleled."

"Well then you're the only human who has swayed my heart. The human so strong and capable enough to bring a semblance for harmony to a dysfunctional family of demons." He smiled gently, running his fingers in your hair.

You felt warm inside. Atleast there was someone who liked you for you. You were so happy you could cry.

"As for what Belphie did, I made sure you never really alone with him." Satan said, now intertwining his fingers with yours. You give him a questioning glance.

"Remember the book of defense spells I gave you? I cast one on you whenever he's in the vicinity. It will render him useless if he dare attack you." He said, matter of factly.

"You knew...? But I never told anyone." You said, confused.

"I know. You held it in for our sake didn't you? You repressed it so much. I can't imagine what kind of hurt you went through." Satan's fingers tightened around yours.

"But one night, you fell asleep in the library. I went to put a blanket on you when I heard you mumbling for help. You kept saying it hurts and you can't breathe. And then you said Belphie's name and asked him to stop hurting you."

"I was so furious I rushed straight to the twins room. I was going to yank Belphie out of bed and renact what he did to you. But Beel woke up and stopped me. I told everyone in the morning before Belphie woke up. You've never been alone with Belphie ever since. One of us always stayed nearby."

You listened in utter shock. "You...you were protecting me all this time?"

Satan nodded, "Well I can't take all the credit. My brother's helped too. But just know that you're not a replacement for Lilith. And Belphie's an ass who doesn't know how to apologize. I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. I know it's your last night here, MC... so I'll make this one worth remembering."

You smiled and pulled Satan towards you for a kiss. "I'm glad I saved the best for last."

[nerdyblackgirlsstuff]

Preview for a fic!

Shhh...

Shuffle Shuffle..

Tick Tack Tick Tack...

Words that described the ambience sounds around you as you lied in the bed of your boyfriends dorm.

The shushing from heavy rain outside, it was really coming down. Your phone vibrated for the 3rd time of a flash flood warning but you ignored it. You were a few stories up and 9 times out of 10 it usually didn't happen. But in the case that it did, it was a Friday and you wouldn't be missing any school, just a day off. Yippee.

The shuffling came yourself as you tried to get comfortable enough to sleep. It wasn't that you weren't comfortable enough, the heavy all might comforter that your lover had insisted you use when you gota little chilly helped that. You just weren't in the sleeping mood. But damn it, you spent months getting your sleep schedule right and you wouldn't let one night throw it off!

Lastly, the clicking came from none other than your boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya. He was working vigorously on his hero portfolio that wasn't due in another 5 months. He had a habit of over doing things, so it was no surprise when you found he had passed the 2,000 word minimum on the first day. You hadn't started yours yet though, so you couldn't judge him. Besides, the keyboard was good ASMR.

For the hundredth time tonight, you tried to slip into slumber even though your body and mind ignored. Why couldn't you sleep? All the pieces were in the puzzle, nice ambience, a warm bed, past your bedtime, everything. You sighed and rose, finally admitting defeat against your internal struggle for Mr. Sandmans spell and did what you always did when the going gets rough.

"Hey, I thought you were asleep. You ok?"

You pulled the extra chair in the corner of his room beside his and leaned against his shoulder and held his hand.

"Mhmm, can't sleep..." Deku returned the affection by squeezing your hand tighter and rubbing it with his hands. The scars scratched your flesh, but instead of painfull it was more gentle.

Your tired eyes looked into his round bright ones. A small blush built up under them behind his freckles that decorated his chubby cheeks. His smile bright as ever brought warmth to your stomach and had you remembering that nice giddy feeling you got whenever you were first pinning after eachother. A stray hair out of place and you pushed back up into his forest of dark green hair, your hand lingered just enjoying the feeling of his fluffy head that you loved combing through when he was stressed.

Dekus eyes grew half open in a lovely dovey stare and inched closer to your face. He loved having you in his room. And the only thing he loved more than that was having you in favorite shirt for pajamas, and having you in the all might pajama shorts he bought for you, and having you curled up in his blanket, and latched onto his arm. You were so cute like this, you always got so needy and pouty when you were tired but couldn't sleep. You hated it but he loved it.

He saves his document and closed out the tab. "I can work on this later, I don't want to have gotten so far for it to not save because of the storm."

You layed you chest onto his head. "You could probably type it all by the time the sun rises, hell maybe even more." He chuckled and rubbed your arm, "Silly girl." He whispered as you sat in silence.

Nothing but the sound of rain pattering lingered as you enjoyed the ambience, the occasional heavy breath would leave Izuku, which he did when he was thinking about something. You would've noticed if you weren't do the same thing.

[bruhstories]

I Want You

Summary: You didn't know sharing a room with Sasha would drive you insane. Pairing: Sasha Braus/Blouse x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: fluff, suggestive content (but not smut), language, weed, alcohol Word Count: 1.1 k

A/N: i tried to write in present tense and i think i like it more? also, where my sasha simps at?

"I'm so glad you guys decided to move in with us." Jean sighs, putting down the last of the cardboard boxes. He's tired, but it's worth having Sasha and you around.

"Don't think we'll cook!" You scrunch your nose, a playful punch meeting his shoulder.

"Or clean." Sasha laughs, and your heart flutters at her warm smile. Sasha. You were in love with the girl since middle grade, always awkwardly hiding your feelings, especially since you weren't sure about what she felt for you.

"Don't worry, ladies, we'll do it together like one big, dysfunctional family!" Connie pulls all three of you in a group hug, your hand on Sasha's back numbing your knees. "Are you sure you don't mind sharing the same bed?"

"Nonsense, Connie. Y/N and I go way back, don't we?" The brown-eyed girl winks and you're melting like an ice-cream in the sun.

"Y-yeah! It'll be alright, I think."

The day went by quickly, spending most of the time unpacking and decorating, running to the store and ordering food. You were sore, exhausted, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep. But when Sasha walked into the room, a towel wrapped around her body, wet hair clinging from her forehead and framing her beautiful face, you were done for. Cheeks burning, eyes drifting elsewhere, you excused yourself to go take a shower. It was painful to be in the same room with her. It was even more painful to lay in the same bed with her. The first five nights were a nightmare — you couldn't even close your eyes without seeing Sasha's big, brown eyes staring you down, the corners of her mouth turning into a smile that was enticing, hiding something playful behind it. Every movement, every sound coming from your friend made you flinch, she looked so serene and fascinating, quietly snoring and dreaming of something you would never know.

"Y/N, you look like you need a drink." Connie hands you a bottle of something. "Can't sleep?"

"I just have to get used to the mattress." You lie, swirling the liquid before taking a sip. Vodka, again — it burns your throat as it goes down to your stomach, the molten feeling lingering on your tongue. "Got anything stronger?"

"I got weed." He shrugs, and it's good enough for you. Not strong, but it will definitely make you drowsy.

"We're baaaaack!" Sasha places two pizza boxes on the table, and Jean adds three more on top of them.

"Is someone else coming?" Connie can't help but ask.

"Oh, oh nooo, those two are for me!" She beams and you can feel butterflies in your stomach at the pure joy in her eyes. Jean sighs, handing you your pizza, and you use the heat to warm your thighs.

Why? Why can't you just get over your feelings for Sasha? Of all people, whydid you have to love her? It was painful to watch sleazy boys hit on your friend, because even though she'd reject them, they had more courage than you ever would. They had it easy — asking her out, flirting with her, buying her drinks. You? You had to watch those things over and over again, like your own personal hell.

"Thaaaaaank youuu for helpin' mee!" Sasha sings as you help bring her to your room, one arm wrapped around her waist, your hand grazing over her tummy skin. Her shirt's slightly lifted from all the drunken gestures, and your cheeks flush crimson.

"It's nothing." You lay her on the bed and turn on your heels. Being in the same room with her, both of you tipsy and high, only spells trouble. And you're not looking for trouble.

"Y/N," she barely speaks and you feel her fingers around your wrist, "stay. Pwease?"

It's eating you from the inside out. It's consuming your energy to keep it together. But you have to do it — for the sake of your friendship. The mattress sinks with your weight, halfway turned to look at Sasha.

"I'm here."

"Y/N, did I do somethin' to hurt ya?" She asks and it's so innocent and genuine.

"N-no, why would you think that?"

"'Caaause, I feel like you're avoidin' me. Are you mad at me?"

How could you ever be mad at her? No, you're only mad at yourself.

"You're drunk, Sash. It's probably just your imagination." You brush her off with a smile, but you can sense the knot in your stomach. God, it's like you're stuck in limbo. Her fingers trace circles on your shoulder, shivers running down your spine and you try to play it cool.

"I really wanna kiss you right now."

You freeze, eyes wide open and mouth agape. The words get caught in your throat, and all you can do is open and close your mouth like a damn fish, blinking slowly.

"You- I- you what?"

Her head is tilted and an impish smile creeps on her lips.

"I said I wanna kiss you." Sasha repeats, but her voice is lower. Her hand is in your hair now, fingers tentatively twirling with your locks.

"Why?" You're still shocked, and you don't understand if it's the alcohol, the weed, or Sasha herself talking to you.

"Because I like you, silly!" She giggles like a schoolgirl, and you don't even realise how much you leaned closer to your friend until you feel her hot breath tickling your skin.

"You... like me?"

"Mhm..." The words cease to exist when your lips meet in a clumsy kiss. You melt, face burning, arms giving in, you melt next to Sasha, and she pulls you closer to her.

"Wait, Sash, this is you, right? Not the vodka, not the dope, you."

"It's me, Y/N. It's just me." She kisses you again and the room is spinning, so you shut your eyes. Her lips are soft, and you dare to poke your stuttering tongue between them, her quiet moan urges you to go further.

Time seems to stop when you're with Sasha, and the only thing that can be heard is the beating of your hearts. She cups your face and grazes her thumb over your cheek, and you don't know what's real anymore, but you know that she kissed you. After waiting for so many long years, she finally kissed you.

"Sasha, I... really like you. I've been crushing on you for a really long time now. Are you sure you want this?" You chew on your lip. But you have to make sure this won't ruin the beautiful friendship you built with Sasha.

"I want you." The girl kisses you again and you drink her in. "I trust you. I like you. I want you." She says between kisses, and before you know it, her hand travels down your abdomen. "Now relax and let me make you feel good."

tag: @fiaficsxo

[wilder-minded]

Slow Fire Burn Chapter 1

It's the implication that there is something going on between Gale and Madge. When Katniss goes off to the Hunger Games, who else does Gale turn to but the Mayor's daughter? Gadge, slight AU/mostly canon from Madge's perspective.

Madge Undersee x Gale Hawthorne AU.

This is a story I've been working through for years, one I just cannot let go of. I've also been posting it on my AO3 profile. https://archiveofourown.org/users/wilderminded

Over much of my life, I had gotten good at making myself numb to most things. I was numb to my absent mother's neglect; she was too ill with her own demons to do much of anything let alone raise me. My father did the best that he could but being the mayor of District 12 came with its own demanding schedule. I was numb to the alienation that I felt from my classmates. As the mayor's daughter, I very clearly did not fit in with the Seam kids, who did without even the most basic survival necessities. I wasn't too welcome with the Merchant kids either though. While they had more luxuries, they didn't have access to the wealth that my family did and most of them didn't trust me. I learned to keep quiet to protect myself from the taunting of my classmates, and I did not care much for the silly topics that other girls my age were enthralled with.

I guess that's why we were such kindred spirits, Katniss and me. We both had places we would much rather be, and we didn't feel the need to make meaningless small talk. The silence between us was comforting enough most days. My father liked her too, seeing as how he overlooked her activities and bought strawberries from her regularly.

When she took her sister's place at the Reaping, I could barely handle the sickening knot in my stomach and the guilt I felt. I knew I had to do something for the girl who was my only real friend in the district. I gave her the pin that belonged to my aunt, a tribute in the 50th Hunger Games. I had hoped that she would wear it as her token during the Games, but at the least her family could sell it for money to feed themselves.

As I watched the Capitolites parade her and the baker's boy around in the opening festivities to the Games, I tried to make myself as numb as I could to the very real possibility that she would not come back. My father was required to attend dinners in honor of the annual tradition and while I usually went with him, it felt especially wrong this time. So I sit alone in the living room of our large house for the required viewings.

As I sit quietly picking at the loose thread on the arm of my sweater with my hands slightly shaking, I think back to the day of the Reaping. How she had brought strawberries to us with her friend, Gale. He had lashed out at me over the injustice of the Reaping, how my name was only in 5 times. The social status of my family prevented me from having to take out tesserae like he and Katniss. His name was in 42 times. I tried to not take this jab personally, I could not control any of our circumstances.

Gale stood behind me in line to see Katniss after the Reaping, while everyone was waiting to say their goodbyes. I could feel the heat of his glare against my back, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

It's not fair. None of this is fair.

I let out a sharp, frustrated breath as I jump to my feet. I do not want to sit here and watch whatever fanfare they are projecting on the screen in front of me. I pull on my shoes, wrapping my sweater tighter around my body as I slip out of my backdoor. I follow dark alleyways through town, to avoid Peacekeepers, until I reach the edge of the woods. I follow a well-worn path by memory until I reach a small clearing. I am not brave enough to venture deeper into the woods like others that I know, but this quiet space dimly lit by the setting sun gives me the solace I am looking for.

With the setting sun goes the busy noises of birds and the wind through the trees. I sit on a large rock toward the edge of the meadow, my arms wrapped around my small waist as I watch the way the grass flows with the gentle breeze.

I barely get a moment to relax before I hear brances crunching behind me. I freeze in fear, all of the possibilities running through my head. I whip my head around after a beat, my eyes searching the dusky tree line behind me as the noise gets closer. I take in a sharp gasp when I see a figure approaching closer, my heart racing until I recognize the face that emerges just a few feet from where I sit. Gale.

"Are you following me now?" I ask, watching him as he walks closer.

"I was just wondering what the hell the Mayor's daughter is doing in the woods, at night no less," he says calmly, placing his hands in his jacket pockets as he shrugs. His steel grey eyes trained on me in a way that I couldn't quite interpret.

I scowl at the connotations of 'the Mayor's daughter'. "Why aren't you at home watching the Opening?"

He sits down beside me and shrugs again, his eyes fixed toward the sunset through the trees. "Same reason as you, I suppose. Doesn't feel right to watch all of this happen and pretend that it isn't my best friend being groomed and parades around for a bloodbath."

I don't say anything for a moment, studying his tensed jaw and furrowed brow. "It's not fair," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you know about fair?" he snaps, finally turning to look at me. I huff out a breath and meet his steely glare with just as much anger reflected back in my own sky-blue eyes.

"Stop giving me shit for things I have no control over, Hawthorne. You don't know anything about me," my voice in a bitter clip as I snap back.

He shakes his head, his lips in a hard line as he looks away again. "I know you've never known what it's like to go hungry. You've never held the responsibility of other people's lives..." he starts to rant and then trails off.

I let the heaviness hang between us for a long moment. "Neither of us can help the situations we were born into," I state quietly, and he nods. Though even without a word, I can still nearly taste the bitterness in the air.

We are both silent for a while before he speaks up again, this time his voice much softer as his head hangs down. "What if she doesn't come back? She's my best friend."

"I don't know, Gale," I say helplessly as he runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

I steal a moment to admire the boy beside me. In the settling darkness, I can just make out the line of his sharp features and I feel an old familiar, out-of-place feeling stir in me and I instantly feel a little guilty. I used to watch him at school, and as the years went on he grew more and more handsome. I found myself more attracted to the dark-haired men of the Seam than the blonde Merchant boys I should be attracted to. Which could only spell trouble for the daughter of a District mayor. Anyone could see that he was in love with Katniss, but that didn't stop most of the girls in school from having crushes on him.

"Why are you staring at me?" He finally speaks up without so much as a glance in my direction. Hunter's instincts, I think.

"Just trying to figure you out. You're hard to read, Hawthorne," I tell him, blushing when I see him smile a little.

"Good. Who says I want to be figured out, Undersee?" he counters, finally looking back over at me. I smirk and shrug, looking up at the stars that have become visible thanks to the sun's disappearance. He follows my gaze, "I never take a moment to look up at the night sky."

"The stars are so beautiful... Makes it hard to believe that life under them can be so ugly," I reply quietly, folding my hands in my lap as I look back down toward the ground. "I wish I could just escape it all. Run away from the Reapings, away from being the Mayor's daughter, away from everything."

He's silent for a moment before he speaks up again. "This will never end unless people stand up to the Capitol."

His words chill me to the bone and goosebumps cover my arms. No one says things like this in District Twelve, at least not this freely. Certainly never to someone like me. Any stirring of a rebellious spirit is shut down without so much as a second thought. "That will never happen. It can't," I say, trying to make myself believe it. It's the fear of the unknown that makes me want to refuse this as a possibility. Too many people would die.

We don't say anything for a few minutes, the air between us is uncomfortable. His words don't sit well with me. If the wrong person would hear this, it would be over for him, his entire family... I can't begin to imagine, I don't want to. After a while, I stand up, pulling my sweater around my body again. "I should be getting back before someone notices that I'm gone..." I know that no one is at home to notice my absence. No one lucid, that is. I start walking toward the tree line where the path begins when I hear his footsteps behind me. "I don't need an escort," I say defiantly, huffing out a frustrated breath.

"I'm not stupid enough to let a girl like you walk in the forest alone at night," he tells me, his long strides catching him up with me in seconds. I know that he has more knowledge about the dangers of the forests than I do, but the stubborn girl in me doesn't like the idea that I can't take care of myself. I try to speed up my steps, but his much longer legs have no trouble keeping up with me. Suddenly, in my haste I stumble and just as I'm about to fall face first into the dirt below me, a hand around my arm breaks my fall.

I stumble back into him a little as I steady myself, brushing back the waves of blonde hair that fell into my face. He chuckles, his hands out to make sure that I don't fall again. "Careful there."

I try to ignore the way my arm tingles where his hand just was and I huff out a shaky breath, starting off again. "I'm fine... but thank you," I say, glancing over my shoulder back at him. I can nearly feel his smile as I walk ahead of him and we don't say anything else until we reach town. I expected him to veer off toward the Seam as we reached the edge of town, but I felt his presence behind me as I retraced my steps through the alleyways.

As I climbed the steps to my house, I looked back at him and gave him a small, grateful smile. "You didn't have to walk me home," I brushed off, my voice soft.

He shrugged, his hands in his pocket as he looked up at me. "I know, but I wanted to anyway. Goodnight, Undersee," he nodded as I reached for the door, a small grin playing on the corners of his lips before he turned away and started back down the alley. I stood there for a moment, watching him walk away before I stepped into the warm glow of my house.