#its not their fault i just wish i knew ahead of time so i could manage my headspace better

[sighmurderbot]

So I love dropout and GameChanger and I love the weird lil arg they're playing but I will say I wish they tagged Deja Vu as unreality because it kinda high-key triggered my psychosis 😭

I can keep it under control as long as I'm aware ahead of time but static and distortion can really bother me

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Hihihi!

I'm not sure if your requests are open, but the fic I just read was a request and was posted within the last 24 hrs, so I'm gonna take the chance that they are (can you tell I'm autistic yet?😂)

Could I request a slightly nsfw (just a lil spicy) Bay!Raph fic where the Fem! Reader is watching him workout and offhandedly mentions that she wishes she could lift as much as he does?

Her question prompts him to let her lay on the bench and "lift" the weights (obviously he's carrying almost all of the weight). Just a corny little piece that shows our Big Red some love.

Thank you for your time!💜

Spotting | Raphael

requests are open dw!! honestly feel free to send as many requests as you want at any time, if they're not open you'll know because i'll plaster it somewhere obvious. and corny pieces are the best kind <3

since its valentine's day, i kind of went extra corny with a vague valentine's plot... i hope you like it and lemme know what you think! it's only slightly spicy and suggestive because tbh i wasn't sure how far to go.

warnings: suggestive, slight choking? (oops) valentine's day mentions, single people try not cry too much. everyone is 18+!! never proofread

summary: it's valentine's day and for some reason you have nothing better to do than watch raphael lift weights

word count: 1195

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Why are you lifting weights on Valentine’s Day?”

“Why are you watching me lift weights on Valentine’s Day?” Raphael retorts quickly and it’s such a good question that you pause.

Well, then. You sniff in mock indignance. “I’ll have you know that I was asked out by 12.5 different people ahead of today, thank you very much.”

You can’t see it, but you can tell he’s smirking. “12.5?”

“I figure Mikey only counts for 0.5 since I’m pretty sure he’d ask every woman he sees if he could.”

Raph snorts and your mouth pulls into a stupidly wide smile knowing you’ve amused him. He’s so relaxed like this, when it’s just the two of you, and your smile turns soft at the thought. There’s no one you’d rather spend the day with – Valentine’s Day or not – and the view isn’t bad either.

Speaking of... you tilt your head. Rivulets of sweat trickle down his green skin and you bite your lip watching the flexing of his muscles. He’s so much bigger than you, you’re pretty sure his bicep is bigger than your head, and he could cover your entire face with his palm – he’d done it just yesterday when you wouldn’t stop pestering him about a romcom you wanted to watch (it’s okay, you knew they were secretly his favourite kind of movie too, he didn’t have to protest so much – even grown turtles should be allowed to indulge in some Richard Gere and Julia Roberts). 

His size had intimidated you at first, had made you hesitant, but now it makes your knees weak and makes your heart accelerate with something entirely different to fear. It’s quiet apart from his breathing and the clang of his weights and you wonder if he can hear the thundering of your pulse.

“You’re staring.”

“Hmm?”

His muscles flex again and you’re quick to press your thighs together. You’re certain it's deliberate at this point. “You’re staring,” he repeats, his voice a little deeper.

You flush as you realise what he’s saying. “Not my fault you can bench press a truck,” you grumble to hide your embarrassment. “I’m jealous.”

The terrapin smirks again and sits up, his eyes bright. “C’mere.”

“Ex-squeeze me?”

It’s Raph’s turn to grumble. “You’ve been hanging around Mikey too much.”

You grin because it's true and walk slowly towards where he’s waiting. Your feet are clearly more sensible and less fuzzy than your brain (you are definitely not still thinking – and staring – at his arms, nope) because they stop just before you can stand between his legs. His eyes run along the curves of your calves and his gaze feels like a dizzying caress as it glides up your torso, lingering on the bare skin around your throat in a hungry way that makes you swallow just to watch him watch the movement. “What’s the plan, Red?” 

Your voice doesn’t feel like your own and you’re kind of impressed by how put-together you sound. It’s not the breathless wheeze you expected, it's low and sultry and suggestive and your eyes flutter as his breath hitches. The two of you have flirted before but this feels different. It’s intimate beyond your typical friendly banter and you have the urge to touch him.

He reaches for you first, pulling you closer and resting his hands on your hips. His hands are huge, and your mouth feels dry as he squeezes a little too hard to be innocent. “Raph...”

He squeezes again at your murmur. “Lie down.” His voice is rough and you shiver. He brushes his fingers across the goosebumps he’s raised, and you let him manoeuvre you with ease.

It probably looks so silly, and you fight the incredulous laughter that bubbles in your chest. The bar above you is ridiculously oversized and heavy and the thought of you lifting it is absurd and your laugh can’t be stopped this time as you look at the green-skinned ninja above you. His lips are twitching as you cackle and your eyes focus on the scar that decorates them, longing to soothe your tongue over it, as you regain your composure. “You good?”

“I’m good,” you reassure him. He’s so fucking cute, you think. You can see his nervousness now even if he tries to play it off and you feel like you’ve just swallowed a bucketful of butterflies. “Are you spotting?”

Raph runs his tongue – you do not shift your hips at how thick it is – across his upper lip, over that scar you want to taste for yourself. He looks torn for a moment, building himself up, and places his heavy hands on the bar above you. “Something like that,” he agrees before instructing you on how to position your hands.

You push up and immediately swear at the impossible weight. Raph snickers and you pout and glare simultaneously. “Don’t be mean.”

“You haven’t seen me be mean, baby.”

Oh. Your glare falters. That’s just not fair and he knows it. He’s grinning now and you curse him in your head. You push again and this time the bar lifts, as light as a feather. His hands are still wrapped around it and you’re not lifting a single thing, but the moment feels heavy. He hasn’t let his eyes drift from yours and you don’t dare look away. It feels intense and intimate and you can admit that your skin is on fire and your pulse is throbbing knowing how easily he’s carrying a weight that you couldn’t budge with all your might.

He guides the bar back down after a moment that could have been seconds or minutes or hours and you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He’s still looking at you as you sit up and he invades your personal space. You have to tilt your head back to maintain eye-contact and you shudder as his palm cups your chin.

He’s so tall and imposing and you have to bite your tongue as his hand trails further down. You let him wrap his fingers around your neck and you rest your hand on top of his in encouragement, unable to stop a needy whine as he heeds your silent request and squeezes gently. His pupils are blown and he’s breathing harder than he had been while working out and you feel smug knowing you’ve caused this reaction. In a blink he’s pushed you back and he’s leaning over you. He smells like sweat and his skin is damp from exertion and it's kind of gross and it really shouldn’t be turning you on, but it is and your legs spread involuntarily.

You expect him to close the gap between your lips as he hovers above you and your eyes that had fluttered shut open again when it’s clear he has no intention of moulding your mouths together. He’s got a soft look in his eyes paired with a devilish smile and it makes your chest burn. You don’t expect the next words out of his mouth.

“Be my Valentine?”

You splutter and he laughs as he finally presses his lips to yours.

[multi-fxndom446]

Beg

Scenario: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Alex Keller, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Summary: the thought of being able to bring a strong man to his knees and beg for you. (Not in the good way. This will hurt.)

Truthfully I was not gonna post part one to this yet but I feel I should give you guys something since it’s been so long.

There will be more the one part to this series because unlike the ‘you came? You called.’ Series this one will only have three characters for each part only because some of them got a little lengthy.

~~

Simon ‘ghost’ Riley

Warning: fighting, established relationship. Simon’s bad at feelings.

You’d been at it for what felt like hours and simon was getting fed up.

This was your fifth fight in just two weeks and he couldn’t even remember what this one was about all he knew was he said some hurtful things to you.

Some things he wished with every fibre of his being that he could take back. Some things he could see cut deeply into old wounds you were working on healing.

Some things so harsh you were now moving around the shared apartment at lightening speed, packing your bag.

But being the idiot he was he never could show the emotions he wanted to show you. So it was making you angrier to see he didn’t seem as affected as you even though he was, if not more.

“What do you need me to do to prove I’m sorry?” He was calm. Calmer then you were that was for sure. Tears were still running down your cheeks as you threw all your clothes onto the bed to start packing. “What do I need to do to prove I love you?”

“Nothing Simon.” You grumbled shoving past him. He was just watching you. Watching you completely break down in front of him and asking you How to fix his mistake. “You should know how to fix your mistakes.”

“What do you want me to do y/n?!” Finally he was getting angry.

You threw a shirt you were holding down on the bed and turned to him sharply. “I just don’t want to feel so meaningless to you!” You shouted at him and his eyes widened in shock.

“Meaningless? Is that how I make you feel?” You turned away from him when he took a few steps closer. When he went to grab your wrist you yanked yourself free and went back to packing and he was starting to grow desperate. “I never meant to.” He trailed trying to get you to look at him. “What do you need me to do? Do you want me to beg for you? I will if that’s what it takes.”

You scoffed. “I don’t need you to beg.” You hissed, shoving another shirt into your bag. “I just wish I knew how to read you. How to tell if you actually love me or even care for me.” Your movements started to slow down as the emotions finally wore you down.

You felt him caustiously take one of your hands in his and you didn’t fight him this time. “I love you more than words can explain.” He all but whispered and you felt a slight shift on your hand, making you turn to see what he was doing.

Your eyes widened. “Simon-“

There he was, kneeling in front of you. His eyes pleading with yours as he slipped his mask off all while holding your hand. “Please don’t go. I know I’m an idiot and I don’t deserve you but please..don’t leave me. I worship the ground you walk on. My day starts with you and ends with you and I’d rather die than have that ever change.”

—

Alex Keller

Warning: angst..so much angst. I wanna say I feel bad but this was honestly the first one I wrote and I regret nothing

It was his fault.

He let his guard down to early, he let his shoulders loose when he saw your carefree smile making its way to him from across the street.

By all accounts it should have been clear. His team cleared the streets and buildings on his side while yours did the same on the other. Neither he or you were aware the team in the building ahead had accidentally left a straggler.

His mouth opened to call your name when the shot pierced the air and suddenly he felt his world stop entirely when he saw you fall to the ground.

He couldn’t hear anything over the roar in his ears and the unmistakable sound of his voice shouting your name in panic before he was tackled to the ground by another soldier.

“Y/n!” He called again struggling against the man holding him down who kept yelling sniper in his ear but he didn’t care. He somehow managed to push off the soldier and crawl to where you were sprawled on the ground wheezing for breathe.

“Hey hey, I’m here.” He soothed immediately as he got to you. His hands coming to smooth across your face while you looked at him with something he recognized to be acceptance. “No dont do that. I need you to breathe. I need you to fight, if not for you for me.” He was still laying on the ground so he was basically nose to nose.

He was waiting for it to be clear so he could address your wounds better. “A-Alex.” Your voice was hoarse and it hurt him to see how much the one word hurt you.

Faintly in the background he could hear someone yell clear and faster then even he could comprehend he got to his knees so he could press on your wound with as much strength as he could muster.

You winced and clutched onto his arm tightly. “I know it hurts but I need you to stay with me okay?” He wiped his cheek against the rough fabric of his shirt to try and stop the tears from falling before you saw them. “There’s something I need to tell you when this is over remember?”

You nodded softly at him but your grip on his arm was getting lighter and he could tell the pain was starting to fade when he saw the light in your eyes start to fade. “Stay with me. Please..I’m begging you.” His voice cracked before he looked up to call for a medic.

“Alex..” you whispered when more gunshots rang through the sky, closer to where the two of you were and Alex was quick to stand and wrap his arms under your armpits to drag you off the street and closer to cover.

When he went to move back to his original position on his knees, you grabbed his hand weakly. “Stop.” You whispered and he stared at you for a moment before he fell to the ground in defeat.

You were still in his arms, one of his legs on each side of you while your head rested on his lap and his fingers ran soothing patterns on your cheek. One of your hands was holding loosely onto his wrist while the other pressed weakly onto your own wound if only to appease Alex.

“Tell me..” you whispered to him quietly but he only ran his fingers through your hair and shook his head. “Alex.” You cried, “please.”

“I’ll tell you when you’re better.” He tried to smile but it fell as soon as it reached his face. He waited for some kind of miracle, for the medics to reach you in time, for something!

But then he felt your hand lose grip on his wrist and fall. “Y/n?” He looked down at you. Your eyes had gone dull, your chest was no longer rising and falling in shallow breathes. He pressed his fingers to your neck, trying to find a pulse but there was none. You were gone.

He was supposed to tell you today. He was going to confess to you today. After years of holding onto it, today was the day. But now as you lay in his arms unmoving his own heart no longer beating, he knew he was to late.

“Please don’t take her from me.” He begged, his face held up to the sky hoping anyone would answer and wake him up from this nightmare but minutes passed and he was still there holding you.

Five minutes later he could hear footsteps approaching but he couldn’t bring himself to care if it was the enemy. But as they rounded the corner he was met with familiar faces.

“Alex..” Farahs voice was soft but it might as well have been a bomb going off in the silence in his head.

He looked up at them, his eyes far away while they took in the scene. “She’s dead.” He announced. His words tasting sour on his tongue as price turned to speak into his comms and the words KIA floated towards him.

—

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Warning: hurt, fighting, angst…

“Are you out of your mind?!”

You sighed as Gaz burst into your room, his eyebrows pinched in annoyance and his chest heaving like he ran all the way to your room. Which honestly didn’t sound to far off track.

“Hello to you too Gaz.” You say while adding another folded shirt to your pile of clothes you were packing. “Something I can help you with?”

“Don’t give me that.” The door clicked shut behind him and then the sound of his boots hitting to floor heavily as he took a few steps towards you. “You can’t go on this mission.”

“Not like I have a choice in the matter.” You muttered, back still turned to him.

“Y/n!” His voice raised slightly, making you halt your movements. “This is a suicide mission, please back out.” Your eyes fell to your bed when you heard the crack in his voice.

“I don’t recall you having any say in this Kyle. Last I heard I take instructions from Captain price.” You sighed again and glanced at him from over your shoulder. “I’m not backing out.”

He let out a breathe, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why you were being so cold to him right now. “Then let me come with you.”

You zipped up your bag and pushed it to the side so you could sit down. “It’s not up to me.” You moved past him to grab your shoes that were by the door before going back to your bed.

“Then I’ll go talk to him again. Convince him.” At this you paused and finally, finally Made eye contact with him.

“What are you talking about Kyle?” Your eyes narrowed. “Did you go to the Captain about this already?”

His silence was all you needed and you shook your head as you broke eye contact, muttering a soft ‘unbelievable’ under your breathe.

He stared down at you as you unlaced your shoes. You were leaving soon and he didn’t know why you were spending these last moments being cold to him.

It didn’t make sense to him, you guys were fine this morning. It was like..suddenly his mind came to a screeching hault. It was like you knew this mission could very well be your last and you were trying to push him away before you left so you could spare his feelings.

That was the only explanation that made sense to him. “Why are you being like this?” You didn’t respond to him just put your shoe on. “You’re doing this to protect me aren’t you? You’re trying to push me away because you know you could die.”

His words had you pausing as you started tightening the laces. You couldn’t meet his gaze and it only solidified his theory.

After a moment you resumed your movements and finished lacing up one shoe just to move on to the next.

Gaz watched you for a second longer before moving so he was standing just an inch in front of you, then, when you wouldn’t look at him, he fell to his knees.

His hands rested on your knees as he forced you to look him in the eye. “Please Y/n. Don’t go on this mission.”

He watched the tears start to build in your eyes while you were forced to stop lacing up your shoes. He could feel his own tears threaten to fall when he saw your facade crumble.

He rested his chin on one knee as he looked up at you, pleadingly. “Please Y/n.” He whispered and one of your hands came to stroke his cheek.

“Kyle.” You whispered back and his name alone had his eyes closing, his tears falling because he knew with just the one word that he couldn’t convince you to stay. “I have to.”

~~

Don’t hate me to much😭

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.16 bffs with the rookies+ revenge is a dish best served cold and glittery

When you woke up, you were tagged in many stories, almost all the drivers had put up stories in your support, chastising the paparazzi that had stormed you and asked inappropriate questions, even a lot of the Barcelona team (the ones you knew) were in your support.

Gavi is messaging you to complement your right hook, and Pedri to ask if you were okay.

The man you had punched was fired from his job and now wasn't allowed within 100 feet of you (courtesy of Max's lawyers), you had also gotten most of your things back, only left without your laptop.

And your 'friends'? Well, you knew just what to do to them. You still had some people you could trust back in the UK so you made them fill up all their dorm rooms with glitter and itching powder, and then blocked them everywhere, any and all communication would now be through Max's lawyers and man were you happy about that.

You were sure the next swing you took would be at them.

The university had allowed you to complete the rest of your course online, only giving the finals on ground, they were quite happy not to be spoken to by the lawyers knowing it was partially their security's fault to allow so many paparazzi to storm you in the first place.

You didn't feel comfortable going to the Las Vegas race and even Abu Dabi, just wanting a break but now? Oh now you were back for revenge, revenge on everyone who thought your life was theirs to judge.

You opened your group chat, you’d spent time FaceTiming and talking to the boys individually but it felt to awkward, to real to be in a group again but fuck that, these boys were your best friends! Lando, Charles and Max were like the older brothers you never had! Even Lorenzo checked up on you almost daily. You weren’t going to give all this up just because of some idiots.

You smiled as normalcy set into the atmosphere again. You called up a few people asking them if they could make and they all could, making you happier.

Things were finally getting better and now you could support your friends without feeling guilty about it.

You had missed the season end but had called Max to congratulate him, but hadn't felt safe enough to go to the party however much he asked but now you were going to be there for them, the people who've always been there for you.

This ones a lil shorter than usual but I needed a filler to move ahead😭

and we're back to the og texts!!! Hope yall like this one! Also I still can't comment idk why.

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[sonicexelle-junkary]

Bitter Blood [A HungryHero.EXE fanfic]

“I can't wait to gut you out.”

(CW: descriptions of blood, gore, violence, bad language, and death)

A day used to feel short. Days that, even if it were cloudy and dull, would feel as cheery and sunny as always. Short days. Hours that felt like seconds. Today those hours felt agonizing. The cloudy sky was cold. The air, suffocating. Even a minute now felt like weeks. These emerald hills, this world, it didnt feel the same anymore. Not without him.

Why…. Why was he there? Why was he right there? Right there in the line of fire! He didn’t need to be here! Why was he there? Was it because of him? Because hes a canibal? Maybe he thought that he needed to help protect his image and thats why he came. Oh god. No. No it could’nt have been his fault! No! No No its not his fault! Its not his fault! Its- .... Shadow... Its Shadow’s fault. Its all his fucking fault!

That god damn dark and brooding prick! He couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He had to say something. Had to open his fucking mouth! He made him doubt. Doubt everything that he had thought about him. Made him think that he wasnt the best older brother hes ever had. But, Tails was always independent, even if at times he had to rely on his friends. It was expected, he was a kid. But out of everything, everything that that little fox had went through... It wasn't him, he wasn't thinking clearly, that fucking mutant made him confused. Whatever he said to him, it didn't matter, he implanted that stupid little thought in his head! And now he's gone... Because of him.

“.... I think its time to pay ol’ dark and handsome a visit”

———————

A black hedgehog stood atop one of the many loops of green hills. The naturally generated loops ironically always seemed just the slightest bit unnatural. Even so, they made great viewpoints when sat atop their grassy caps. Shadow, of course, knew this, he would always take advantage of their beautiful viewpoints when he wasn’t in the cities. It, accompanied by the quietness of the stripped fields and checkered soil, waved a calmness over the hedgehog. He wished Maria could see this place the most...

His thick fur shot up, a feeling of dread overwhelmed his body. He was not alone. Something was coming for him. His eyes darted around the area, his ears scanning the area for any noticable sound. His own breath and heartbeat felll silent to his ears. All that was around him was the sound of the wind and.... The dark hedgehog moved to the side just enough for a blurry blue streak to whizz by, barely grazing his nose. It created a sizable crater in the ground once it landed. The force it must've had to create that would have killed him almost instantly if they had collided.

Shadow watched as a blue hedgehog lifted itself from the rubble, coming out with no more than a few scratches and missaligned quills. It was Sonic. The hedgehog’s green eyes starred daggers into his own. A silver object glistened from him through the dust of the crater, A weapon. He waisted no time, Shadow dashed away, over the green hills, as fast as his air shoes could take him. He had no issue with matching or even surpassing Sonic’s speed at times, but something about that stare, how much velocity he needed to hite the ground with that much force…

Shadow ducked as the blue hedgehog came from his path with the intent to kill, narrowly missing his skin. He was in front of him? How was that possible? How fast was this hedgehog? Shadow watched as Sonic skidded and pivoted on a dime, using his momentum to come right towards him. He was always more skilled at his pacing than he was. A wobbly misstep threw Shadow off ballance, and sent the two hedgehogs crashing into each other, sent spinning and tumbling down the barred hills. At the bottom, the black hedgehog kicked the blue killer off forcefully, throwing him to the ground a few feet ahead. The two were quick to hop to their feet and back into battle. Shadow took a fighting stance.

“Enough! Stop this, Sonic!” Shadow shouted “Nothing good will come out of anything that you are trying to do!”

“Yeah, that’s where your wrong, Shadow” Sonic said “something good will come out of this… for me!” The hedgehog pulled out the decently sized blade he had kept hidden. He stared at Shadow, holding it with the intent to kill

“You plan to kill me? Have you forgotten who I am?” Shadow raised his fists at the blue hedgehog before him, he barred his sharp fangs “I AM the Ultimate Lifeform! I was built to be an ultimate weapon, but chose to protect others instead! I AM made of love! I AM the true hero of mobius! And I am not afraid to kill you to protect the world i voued fifty years ago, Sonic the Hedgehog!”

Admittedly Sonic was hurt by shadows comment, but it didn’t break him. He rolled his eyes “yeah, but i think it’s gonna be a lot harder without this thing” he outheald a green gem that glistened the same colour as his eyes. It was a chaos emerald.

Shadow patted his sides “what? How did you-!”

“You see, here’s the thing Shad. Of the whole time we’ve known eachother, i want you to know… I was holding back!”

Instantly the speedy hedgehog was gone, and just as quickly Shadow’s guard was up. If Sonic really wanted to kill him, he needed to be close. It didn’t seem like he was using chaos control, if he was then he could pick up on his chaos signature. Given enough foccus and it would be easy to track him. No, He could just faintly hear his footsteps, smell that sickly sweet iron smell that accompanied him. He was fast, faster than anything shadow had witnessed. he seemed as fast as super sonic. But he hasnt used the chaos emeralds. Has he really been holding back this whole-

A knife held sloppily, but with enough force could kill, grazed Shadows cheek as he narrowly doged another one of the blue hedgehogs attacks. “He’s to fast!” Shadow panicked eternally. He barely dodged another quick strike from the blade, it grazed off a few hairs of his fur. “I need chaos control if I can get a chance to-“

Shadow was spun like a corkscrew in the air and slammed hard into the grassy ground with a deafening thud. His ears rang from the force, he could have sworn he had a cuncussion. The blade plunged into his side and dragged across his stomach. A loud and horrid scream came out of him as Sonics eyes carefully watched the blade glide across his dark body, now stained with his green blood. He tried to move his foot up to push the hedgehog away, but it was quickly slammed back down to the ground with enough force that it should’ve broken it.

“FUCK!” Shadow yelped at his injuries. He bared his teeth and cursed at Sonic. “You’re fucking derranged-!”

Sonic grabbed him by his chin and brought him close to his own face “AND YOU’RE A FUCKING MURDERER!” He screamed.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“THEN WHY IS MY BROTHER DEAD, SHADOW? EXPLAIN THAT!”

“I-it was his choice! He could have left at any time! He could have not been there at all! But he came and he stayed because HE WANTED TO STOP YOU!”

A blade pierced through shadows hand. “DONT TALK TO ME LIKE YOU KNOW HOW HE IS! YOU WERENT THE ONE TO RAISE HIM!”

“AND YOU DO? YOU JUST CANT ADMIT THAT HE WOULD EVER BETRAY YOU-“ shadow screamed again, the knife turned in his palm.

“I’VE BEEN WITH HIM HIS WHOLE LIFE! SINCE HE WAS THREE GOD DAMN YEARS OLD! I HAVE BEEN THERE EVERY TIME HES NEEDED ME! I HAVE DONE MORE FOR HIM THAN YOU COULD EVER DO!” Sonics grip tightened on shadows face. His sharp fangs barred, all to the back hedgehog. “AND YOU! YOU JUST COULDNT KEEP YOUR STUPID PRETTY FACE QUIET LIKE USUAL, YOU HAD TO SAY SOMETHING! HAD TO MAKE HIM DOUBT ME!”

Shadow whimpered. He glowered at the cannibal “And so what if I did? None of this would have happened if you had just learned some self control! All of it... It’s all your fau- AUGH!”

Sonic plunged the knife into shadows shoulder, digging it in all the way to the handle “WHO WAS THE ONE WHO IMPLANTED THAT THOUGHT OF DOUBT IN HIM? WHO WAS THE ONE WHO USED CHAOS SPEAR? WHO WAS THE ONE WHO CAUSED THAT SCAFFOLDING TO FALL OVER? TELL ME SHADOW! TELL ME!”

Shadow shut his eyes and inhaled. The throbbing pain in his hand, his foot, his shoulder, his stomach, it all made him want to throw up. He shook as he glared at Sonic. “He was there because of you…”

—————-

The cannibal on top of him stared, stared directly into his eyes. His expression looked almost deprived of any emotion, but he was furrious. furrious and oh, so hungry. He craved for this black hegdehog since the day they met again in that cave. The blade slowly pulled out of the hedgehogs shoulder, dropping to his side. He leaned in close, close enough for Shadow to see his enlarged pupils and smell that scent that was sickenly sweet and iron-like from those who were his last meal.

“I can’t wait to gut you out.” The words came out of him were bone chillingly calm. Not even a cent of attitude or emotion that usually accompanied his tone. He was calm, those words were calm, but they were drenched in crazed anger.

He slowly raised the knife, preparing to strike one last time. Shadow needed to act now if he wanted to survive. A hit in the right place, with enough force, it will kill him. He didn’t have much chaos energy to use, and the adrenaline was waring off faster… fuck it. In a flash, the black hedgehog teleported away. Not far though, he could only make it a couple of miles. He gasped and clutched his gaping wound. Luckily the cut didn’t go to far deep, but still, he was pouring out blood. He held as tight as he could to lessen the bloodflow.

His vision was unfocused, he was becoming lightheaded from the blood loss, he needed help, but he needed to recharge his energy, and with his injuries it would take him longer than ever. Still, hes going to keep going. Shadow clutched his wound tighter as he slowly made his way across the hills that were now stained with his blood, whining as every step with his foot felt like needles shooting into his skin. Before, they could have beat eachother to a stand still, now... He looked back to see if Sonic knew where he went, chaos snap was not the best at hiding a signature. And perhaps, maybe Sonic did, as shadow saw that blue cannibal stare in his direction. or maybe at him.

“I’ll see you later, Shadow the Hedgehog” his voice echoed through the hills.

Shadow panted, a knot appeared in his throat. He gritted his teeth. “Go to hell, bastard.”

[darklinsblog]

Little Prince | Sandman Imagine

Summary: You ask Morpheus to read to you your favorite story growing up, The Little Prince

Pairing: Morpheus x Human! Reader

Requested: Yes

Author’s note: Special mention to @saraicus who made spoil a tad bit of this imagine hehe

Ever since you could recall, you had loved the book of the Little Prince, from a child to now as an adult it was just some sort of safe space, something you could always revisit whenever.

Whether you were feeling sad or you simply wanted to reminisce on your memories linked to this very specific book, you found yourself reading it over and over again.

Each time you read it, you found something new, maybe another lesson to be learned or just something in the book itself you hadn’t notice before.

As usual you entered the library and grabbed a set of books and Lucienne, the librarian and dear friend of yours was already stretching your comfort story into your direction.

You smiled holding back a laugh

“Am I really that predictable?”

“I firmly believe that every single one of us needs a book to comfort us” she spoke sweetly.

“Even if it’s a children’s book?”

“A child will always possess an infinite imagination, maybe as a adults we see more beauty to the world through the eyes of a child”

Maybe she was write, perhaps it was a good thing, maybe you were keeping your inner child close while still learning about diverse topics.

Truth be told, you spend most of your time at the library, it was quiet, peaceful and it could be just you and whatever story you would immerse yourself in.

As you read, you were softly interrupted by a kiss at the top of your head, you looked up to see Morpheus softly smiling down at you.

“Enjoying your read?” He asked softly, making you smile and nod.

“Very much so” you said, you were writing a mythology book, but by the corner of his eye he noticed the very familiar book to you.

He stretched out to grab it, feeling the sense of the book cover, the pages, he had seen this book countless times over the years but now, it held a special place in his heart.

Morpheus could not get even a simple glance at the book without his eyes glistening or a soft smile forming on his lips.

Because now this book, inherently reminded him of you, the one object of all his affection, longing and hope.

“What’s on your mind, my king?” You questioned him with a hint of curiosity

“Mind if I read this to you, later tonight?” He asked quite cautiously, not being sure of how you would react, but as he saw your eyes glistening, air seemed to find its way back to his lungs.

“That would be lovely”

You were quite excited to have Morpheus read for you, because he knew how much this reading meant for you.

Something you loved was that Morpheus never fault a single promise and today was no different because at night time, right after finishing his duties he was ready to read for you.

He sat on the bed, signaling you to come closer, you carefully laid on his chest and he grabbed the book of the Little Prince and started reading out loud for you.

His voice was so relaxing and listening to the story on his voice made you love it more and be more attentive.

“It is only with the heart that one can see clearly…” he went on narrating and this time you could help yourself to finish the sentence you knew so well.

“…What is essential is invisible to the eye”

This time you looked at your lover, who smiled at you and kissed your cheek, he closed the book and embraced you fully, keeping you warm and safe.

Your whole body felt loose under him and right now you wished this moment would last forever, that you could stay like this, almost frozen in time.

Like nothing truly mattered.

The King of Dreams could feel you slowly falling asleep in his arms and it was reassuring for him to know you were comfortable enough to let yourself drift into your sleep.

“Rest, my lady. We have countless days ahead of us” he murmured in your ear and was the last thing you heard as you finally fell asleep.

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[touyafootfetish]

Where’d All The Time Go?

Retracing Our Steps: Fuyumi

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“that’s what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders” - Jandy Nelson

Their family had fallen apart ages ago. She knew this, but she tried anyway. She thought her efforts were paying off, and that they might actually get back to acting like a real family. A happy family.

Shouto was making friends at U.A. Natsuo was happy at college, and even found a nice girlfriend who easily lifted his spirits— causing him to be happier, even at home. Her mother was doing better, and was finally ready to leave the hospital, and her father was changing, too.

She felt like the family she finally wished for was finally becoming a reality, but now it felt like she was back at square one. Like everything she tried so hard to build up crumbled to dust in her hands.

No matter what, their family was still as broken as ever. Fuyumi couldn’t help but to blame herself for not trying harder.

If only she tried harder to keep her family together. The thought plagued her mind as she waited in the hospital. Shouto was back in his room, her father was on bed rest in the room they were sitting outside of, and Natsuo had gone to find something to eat. They were probably going to be here for a while, anyway.

“Mom, I—“ Fuyumi started, looking down into her lap, pale hands balled into fists. “I tried… so hard to keep us together, but I—“ Her words caught in her throat, and suddenly she couldn’t speak. She felt her mother’s hand on her shoulder, and her eyes filled with tears.

What had she been doing this whole time if her family still hadn’t made any progress? Was it all a waste of time? Did she even make that much of a difference? Did she make any difference? She felt like a kid again, wanting to cry and cover her ears, ignoring all that went on around her. Keeping her family from splitting up was a burden she placed on herself. How could she do that and still fail?

“Maybe if I was better, or if I tried harder with Touya— maybe he wouldn’t have become Dabi. If I tried talking some sense into him when we were kids… if my words would have reached him— gosh, I feel so stupid…” she said in a shaky whisper. “I tried to convince him that dad was only looking out for him, but he — he just wouldn’t listen to me.” she said. “And I know that he’s a villain, but I just… I can’t help but be worried about him,”

Rei’s hand traveled to her daughter’s back, rubbing soothing circles. With her other hand, she took Fuyumi’s in hers.

“Honey, you can’t blame yourself for that. You were both only children,” she said.

It hurt her to see her children hurting like this.

Even Touya, even now.

“In spite of everything he’s done, he’s still your brother and you are always going to care about him. You will always be worried about him, and there’s nothing that can change that. He’s always going to be your brother, Fuyumi. Until the end of time, and even after that.”

So what if they were only kids? It didn’t mean she couldn’t have tried harder, right? And maybe it wasn’t all her fault, but she couldn’t help but feel like it was.

After Touya, she was the oldest. The burden she held alone as the oldest daughter had been taking its toll on her, and it got worse every time she tried to hide it. She just thought if she helped keep up appearances and made it look like she had a normal family, then maybe it might just happen.

It was delusional thinking, and she knew that. But her inner child— that little girl still trapped inside her body couldn’t help but hope.

A faint flicker of hope… she carried it with her wherever she went. That little girl walked beside her every day, always looking ahead towards a better future. But lately, that small hope was starting to diminish, almost disappearing completely before her eyes.

She watched the video that was live streamed by the villains. Saying that Touya hated their family was an understatement, and that kind of anger wasn’t something that just formed overnight.

Since then, she thought about all the times she shared with her brother. How they used to drown themselves in snacks and watch TV together, or how they used to play outside with Natsu until the sun went down.

Did all that really mean nothing to Touya? Did he forget about those days, too consumed in his hatred for their father? Fuyumi shut her eyes to keep from sobbing as her mother continued rubbing her back.

It felt like she’d sacrificed so much of her life for her family. Her childhood— herself. She used to patiently wait for the seeds of her labor to bear fruit. After all, good things came to those who waited, right? Her lips trembled, wanting to let out all her pent up feelings about what a failure she was, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to say something that might cause her to breakdown in tears.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to think of something— anything that might distract her from all her thoughts and emotions. She felt better when she imagined the life she created for herself in her head. The family she’d always wanted. The family a younger Fuyumi re-enacted with her dolls and stuffed toys, because she knew she could never have that family outside of her little plastic dollhouse.

A time and place where she didn’t feel like her big brother hated her, and that they could cuddle under an abstract pillow fort and binge movies before falling asleep in a pile of blankets with crumbs all over their faces. Then when they’d wake up, they’d try to make their own breakfast, only to burn their food and go wake up their mother for help. And once everyone was up, they would proudly present their hard work, covered in grease from the pan and pancake batter.

They would all have breakfast together— talking, laughing, and having normal conversations.

In all that, Fuyumi foolishly hoped that her brother would return home, and that their family would be happy. And she would try not to pay attention to Touya’s crimes, because if she did — she’d be reminded of the harsh reality that her family would always be broken. And that she would always be stuck missing her brother, no matter what.

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[sheerluxk]

not good at goodbyes part 1/3 - s. geto x f!reader

synopsis: two weeks had passed since the village incident and you haven’t seen suguru since then, until he showed up one night for one last goodbye. you didn’t know that his goodbye would be expressed in that way, but it had only made things worse for you.

warnings: angst; sad themes; mentions of crying; mention of yuki tsukumo; reader loves suguru but would end up sleeping with gojo; characters are aged-up appropriately

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“Suguru?”

You could hear the faintest of cracks on the wooden floor as a dark figure approached you.

Your previously asleep form was trying to take in the surroundings, and eventually your eyes adjusted well enough so that you could see the outline of Suguru’s form roaming like a ghost in the corridors of Jujutsu High, where he hasn’t stepped foot in over two weeks.

Two weeks since the village incident, and two weeks since a cavity in your heart had opened, and even his appearance now could fail to mend it. You were angry, and you were heartbroken.

And yet, you were happy that he was well. But then why did it hurt so much? You knew what he was here for. The anticipation stung so badly that you wanted to turn away and have him chase you one last time.

Maybe grab onto you and hold you forever, but that would be wishful thinking.

He stopped in front of you with a bitter smile that you swore had a different accent to it. You always felt that his smiles when you, Satoru and Shoko would hangout were genuine, yet there was a suppressed emotion, like sadness hidden underneath . It made you wonder if your other two classmates ever picked up on that, or it was only you in this wretched world who understood how he felt, yet was utterly helpless to bring out a fully satisfied and guttural laugh out of him.

So you unknowingly felt a bit of betrayal as you noticed how his smile looked complete now. You couldn’t do that to him. He only had to act out on his urges so he would be truly happy. You hated yourself, but you couldn’t hate him.

Suguru was just another person who started with good intentions, but eventually began to rot along with the system. You always wished you knew how to say the right words to him, so that maybe you could convince him otherwise, and yet you were essentially miles ahead better at it than Yuki Tsukumo.

You happened to overhear their conversation as you were passing along Haibara on your way down to the bathhouse area. In a way you felt that she had influenced his dark descent, but you also blamed yourself for never butting in. Maybe if you had, the outcome would’ve been different. You hated that Tsukumo was left scot- free while you and Satoru were drowning in your sadness for over 15 days now. Shoko was really good at hiding her emotions, but the prominent eyebags that were forming on her face and the many empty packs of cigarettes told a tale of its own. Jujutsu High was in mourning, except for the higher-ups who wanted him dead. It was their fault in the first place, and you saw firsthand how disposable all of you are. All of you, except Satoru. And even still, he was resented by them, which somewhat gave you hope that the system could change.

But it couldn’t change on time for Suguru to be saved.

You fisted the blanket that was draped over your shoulders as you fought the urge to break down in tears and jump into his arms. Maybe you should, at this point.

He called out your name with the same bitter smile, “You don’t look too well.”

He was saddened by that fact, because he always chased your happiness and satisfaction over his own, except for that one recent time. And he saw how it had completely broken you.

You sniffled a bit, “Yeah, you should see Satoru. He’s absolutely crushed.”

“That’s why I don’t have the guts to face him,” he chuckled, “Perhaps we’ll cross paths soon, and then…”

He stayed quiet for a moment as he observed you. He laid his arms upon your shoulders, like he was preparing to tell you something gut-wrenching. Spoiler alert, you already knew that he was going to say goodbye and leave for God knows where. Without you, without Satoru and Shoko. He’d eventually replace you all.

But instead of saying anything, he closed the distance between you two. You being way smaller than him, you were practically eye level with his collarbones, who were covered up by a black sweatshirt that you remember you wore a few times. His scent was always amazing, as it was even now. And yet, it was way sweeter in that moment, which made you all the more closer to the brink of tears.

You slowly looked up to meet his eyes, who were gazing at your face with a sincere and soft expression. It irked you so badly,

“God, Suguru! Why do you have to look at me like that when I know you’re about to do this horrible thing!” you whisper-shouted, feeling the lump in your throat get heavier by the second.

He chuckled quietly and shook his head, “I’m not good at goodbyes. But, I came here to get something out of my chest. Something that I could only tell you.”

His sharp eyes looked like they could hold galaxies, and even still they couldn’t hold a place for you. You were wrong, though, because Suguru only had eyes for you, but his goals were set somewhere else. Maybe in another life, he thought.

He didn’t know that this wouldn’t be your last meeting, but neither did you in the moment. For now, he treated it like a last meeting.

That’s why he pulled you even closer and pressed his soft lips on yours, who were rather dehydrated from all the previous crying you had done. They complimented yours though, as you already felt them plump up by the way he was hungrily biting onto yours when you had returned the kiss. He fought the urge to push you back into your room, but he knew that he wasn’t here for that. So he slowly pulled away from you, even a bit shyly as he shook away the thoughts that didn’t fit the current situation. He didn’t know you were trying your best, too.

You both looked into each other’s eyes as you tried to catch your breath. You had somehow forgotten about all of the bad things when he was kissing you, and now you realized how much you wished you could kiss him forever if that would be the case.

“I have to go now.”

The gap between your bodies slowly got larger, as you no longer felt the heat radiating from him. It felt dull and cold, and you knew that you would only feel like that from now on.

You watched him leave once again as you stayed behind helplessly. You absolutely hated that part of yourself. Never finding the right words or right actions to take. That’s why you immediately rushed to Satoru’s room, holding back your tears, as you softly knocked a few times on the oak door.

You heard footsteps approach from inside, as he opened the door with confusion ridden on his face. You didn’t even wait to enter as you flung yourself onto him, locking him in in a feverish kiss. You had to mend your feelings for Suguru somehow, or express them through your classmate Satoru, who didn’t deny your advances.

[their-destinys-writer]

Akuma Flashpoint - Chapter 1

Art by @carolgpr (thank you so much again for this fantastic work)

Rated: M

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: It was over. Gabriel was in jail, the butterfly miraculous had been recovered, Emelie was in recovery and the heroes knew their identities. All that was left was the sentencing of Gabriel, and they could finally, after eight years of superhero work, close that chapter of their lives. But when Gabriel escapes for one last hurrah, and akuma, things didn't resolve quickly. One ill-timed wish warps reality around Marinette, and she suddenly finds herself in a world where nothing is right, and Hawkmoth is winning.

Canon compliant up to Season 3, Episode 'Ladybug'. Miracle Queen never happened. Canon divergent from that point forward, but might borrow a few details from later seasons. Very loosely inspired by DC's Flashpoint Paradox (the animated movie). Updates on the last Monday of every month.

Ao3 | Wattpad

A/N: I'm super happy to be sharing this story, finally! For the record, I already have up to Chapter 10 of this story written, so it's not one that's going to suddenly be abandoned. I already have the end of it and everything, and if I manage to get a few chapters further ahead, I might consider posting more than once a month. But that will depend on how it goes. Enjoy what I hope becomes a wild ride for your feelings!

Next

Distorted Reality

It was over. After years of fighting, of struggling with knowing the truth, it was finally over. Hawkmoth was defeated. But at a price.

Team Miraculous never had intentions of releasing Hawkmoth’s identity to the public. Ladybug gave him the chance to quietly return the butterfly miraculous and let him move on with his life. But Gabriel Agreste was tougher than the smell of dog excrement under a person’s shoe. Even after Nathalie betrayed him and Adrien begged him to give up, the man refused. And soon enough, law enforcement intervened.

Gabriel was then arrested and made to wait for the justice system to do its work.

It was a bittersweet ending for the team, but it didn’t stop them from having a small get-together the day before he was convicted. Everyone arrived at Marinette and Adrien’s apartment as a team, for what they hoped would be the last time. There were kwamis flying about. Teammates who had never interacted befriended each other. But for Adrien, it was inevitable to hear forms of condolences, as if he had lost his father.

“It’s not like he was ever there,” Adrien complained at the end of the night, when the most trusted team members where the only ones left sitting around a coffee table. “How can you lose someone you never actually had in the first place?”

“They’re just saying what they think is respectful,” Luka sighed, pulling back the few bangs that had fallen down his brushed back hair. “They don’t know what else to say, and they don’t want to be rude to you by saying what they really think.”

“I’m sure that whatever they think, I’ve already thought of it.” Adrien took a sip of his glass of wine.

“Yeah, well, they don’t know that,” Nino added, giving his best friend a light pat on the shoulder. “But what matters is that you know and helped put his stiff ass in jail.”

Adrien snorted.

“They have a point,” Marinette said, cozying up on his other side, holding a glass of her own with both hands. “Besides, we gave him a chance. It’s not your fault, or any of ours, that he didn’t take our offer.”

“Ridiculous,” Chloé said under her breath, before taking a swig of the bottle she was holding. “Utterly ridiculous.”

“How much of that have you had?” Alya asked, as she took the bottle from the blonde.

“Clearly, not enough, if I can still understand all of you.”

“Half of that bottle and two glasses earlier,” Kagami responded instead.

“Snitch,” Chloé scoffed. She tried stealing the bottle back, but Alya gave it to Nino to keep it away. She huffed before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

“I still can’t believe this is real,” Marinette sighed. “After eight years, I was starting to think we’d never get those miraculouses back.”

“Hear, hear.” Nino lifted the bottle.

“It’s only too bad he didn’t give it up willingly,” Adrien muttered, slightly sinking into the chair. “Would’ve been nice if he had shown at least one last shred of humanity before getting taken.”

“Screw your pops,” Nino said after taking a mouthful of wine. “He doesn’t deserve your pity or good wishes. You said it yourself when we found out his identity. The dude’s irredeemable.”

“Alya—”

“Got it.” Said woman pried the bottle away from her fiancé.

“Hey, I’m not Chloé level buzzed yet,” he complained, beanie slightly askew.

“Pah-lease,” the blonde in question said as she entered the room with a new bottle. “You wish you had my alcohol tolerance.”

As if the universe wanted to contradict her statement, Chloé missed the sofa by an inch, her butt falling to the carpet instead. She cleared her throat and wiggled about, trying to play it off as if planned.

“Smooth,” Luka commented.

Kagami, on the other hand, rolled her eyes as she got up from her chair and took the new bottle away. Chloé protested, but her drunken state made her a pathetic fighter.

“The hearing is in less than twenty-four hours,” Kagami stated. “Do you all plan on being hungover tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” Nino shrugged.

“Guys, Kagami’s right,” Alya said dejectedly, placing her own glass on the coffee table. “We gotta be responsible for one more night. Marinette, I expected better from you.”

Marinette gasped. “How dare you. I’ve only had two glasses—”

“Two and a half,” Adrien corrected.

“Shh.” He chuckled at her antics. “I am the most responsible woman in this group. I am Ladybug: Queen of responsibility.”

“Until you become Lady Noire: Lady of puns.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I’m on the side of truth tonight. That’s Kagami’s.”

“Traitor.”

The rest of the group groaned as Marinette and Adrien playfully bickered. Although they were used to it, Marinette knew it was still slightly annoying for them. But she didn’t care. She enjoyed these moments with Adrien. It reminded her of all the reasons she said yes to his proposal. Of why she had moved in with him and often imagined just running off to city hall, instead of waiting for the wedding they were planning.

“I swear, if you two don’t stop—”

But Nino didn’t get to finish his sentence. There was a sudden collective emergency alarm resounding around the room, coming from all their phones. A sound that had not been heard for three months already. Everyone quietly checked their notifications, hoping that it was not what they thought it was. Only to be sorely disappointed.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Adrien breathed.

Kagami was the first standing to grab the remote. When the television turned on, they were immediately greeted by Nadja Chamack on the streets, reporting their worst fear.

“Police suspect that Agreste had help in his escape from prison. Unfortunately, they’ve yet to find his whereabouts at this moment. In the meantime, an akuma calling herself The Genie has been terrorizing the city, demanding Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses—”

“TIKKI!” Marinette called towards the kitchen. It only took a second for seven kwamis to zip into the living room.

“We heard!” Tikki said, worried. “We have to stop and find him!”

“Wait!” Chloé intervened, struggling to stand up. “How are we supposed to stop him when we’re in this state?!”

“I’m-hic-with Chloé,” Nino hiccupped.

“Just when you think it’s safe to drink,” Adrien lamented.

“Okay, who drank the least?” Marinette asked. Kagami, Luka and Alya raised their hands. “Okay, you three and I will go on ahead. Adrien, you get these two something to lower the buzz and come as soon as you’re ready.”

“You really think that’s safe?”

“We have to move before he gets away,” Marinette reasoned. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Adrien’s features hardened, as he nodded in understanding. Several magic phrases later, Ladybug, Rena Rouge, Ryuko and Viperion were running through the balcony doors and jumping over the rooftops. After several blocks, they arrived at the source of the commotion.

From their vantage point on top of a building, what they saw could only be described as bizarre. Some people were running away from what looked like giant versions of cute things, like dogs, cats, hamsters, and a snake. Others seemed to be… happy crying? That, while holding either objects or people.

“I don’t understand,” Ryuko muttered, her eyes scanning across the street.

“Talk about weird,” Rena Rouge agreed.

“What’s our move, Boss?” Viperion turned to Ladybug.

“We need to find the akuma first. Let’s split up, and whomever finds it first, call the rest.”

The team nodded, immediately running to separate directions. Ladybug, on the other hand, couldn’t help but search in the direction of Master Fu’s massage parlor: where they had last seen the butterfly miraculous. She had to know if the old guardian was okay, if Gabriel hurt him in any way to get the miraculous back.

When she entered the building where his parlor was, the first thing she noticed was how the door was ajar. Ladybug took a deep breath, holding to her yoyo tightly as she neared the entrance. She slowly exhaled.

BAM

Ladybug kicked the door fully open, just as it was illuminated by lightning from the window. The place was a mess. There was dirt everywhere from the plants. But most importantly to her, at that time, was the small old man unconscious on the ground.

“Master Fu!” Ladybug slid to her knees and took him in her arms. There was a drip of blood flowing from his temple, seeming to be caused by a blunt object. “Please, wake up. Master!”

There was a low groan, allowing Ladybug to release a breath of relief.

“The box,” he croaked.

The superheroine frowned, her eyes quickly scanning the room. While the phonograph was splayed across the floor in two pieces, the compartment containing the miracle box seemed intact.

“The box is fine. Whoever did this didn’t—”

“No.” Master Fu started checking his pockets. “The box. With the butterfly miraculous. It’s gone. Nooroo is gone.”

It was true then. It really was Hawkmoth out there. Whoever broke in must’ve entered when Master Fu was in the middle of one of his therapy sessions with Nooroo. The poor little thing had been through so much.

“Do you remember who did this?” she asked. “Was it Gabriel?”

“I don’t—I don’t remember,” the old man said groggily. “I can’t think straight.”

Ladybug immediately opened her communicator and called emergency services, giving the address they needed to send an ambulance. While they waited, she took several blankets to rest his head. She looked around the room, hoping to find any clues on the perpetrator.

Had it been Gabriel, or whoever broke him out of jail? Or both? Who could have such a connection with him to want him free? It couldn’t be Nathalie. She had left for Tibet once her testimony was given to the authorities. She was in charge of overseeing Emelie’s recovery in the Guardians Temple, thus had no reason to help Gabriel.

Neither Mrs. Bourgeois nor Mrs. Tsurugi wanted anything to do with them, much less when they knew it could damage the strained relationships they already had with their daughters. The Gabriel company cut all ties with him, and none of his employees remained loyal. Who else knew him well enough to feel sympathy for him?

* * *

Ladybug was back swinging on the rooftops during light rain, after the ambulance took Master Fu to the hospital. Normally she would have gone with him, but Mr. Raincomprix of the Police Department promised to have guards keeping an eye on him. So, for the moment, Master Fu would be under the authorities care.

With one less problem to worry about, Ladybug was able to go back into the real battle. Following the tracking device in her communicator, she ran towards her team’s signals as fast as she could. She jumped down the building right next to Rena Rouge’s mark.

“I’m here!” she announced, turning to the fox heroine. “What’s the…status.”

Where a superheroine was supposed to be standing, instead there was a woman in a big, puffy wedding dress. Fighting off small dinosaurs.

“This is ridiculous!” Rena Rouge complained, using a bouquet as if it was her flute. Petals flying everywhere. “Let,” swing, “me,” swing, “pass!”

Without skipping a beat, Ladybug used her yoyo to beat away the little critters. Meanwhile, Rena Rouge growled, as she tried to lift her pompous skirt.

“This akuma is annoying,” she said through gritted teeth.

“How did this happen?” Ladybug placed her weapon back on her waist.

“The Genie happened,” Rena huffed, kicking off a pair of high heels. “She showed up, and all she did was look at me and say: Your wish is my command. Next thing I know, I’m walking around in this.”

She gestured towards the dress. Ladybug tapped her lips with a finger.

“So, she probably grants wishes,” she thought out loud. “We need to find Ryuko and Viperion.”

“I think they were around the corner.”

With a nod, the two women ran in the direction they hoped their teammates would be. However, just as they turned the corner, several large toys invaded their path. Before Ladybug could do anything, they took Rena Rouge, yelling ‘Our Princess’ over and over. Ladybug was about to go after them, when she heard Viperion’s distinctive voice yelling reassurances.

She turned to see Ryuko floating upwards, as Viperion did his best to keep her grounded.

“Don’t let go, Viperion!” Ryuko yelled.

“I swear, I won’t!”

“I will kick your ass if you do!”

“I know!”

“What the hell is going on?” The voice of Chat Noir said beside her. Although she was relieved to hear his voice, her attention was on the floating heroine.

“They’re…getting wishes granted,” Ladybug answered absentmindedly, her head tilting.

“Ryuko wanted to float?”

Ladybug squinted.

“With her powers, that doesn’t make sense,” she thought out loud. She placed a hand on her chin. “Maybe it’s about how—”

“LOOK OUT!”

Chat Noir slammed his body against hers, sending them both several feet away from a dog shooting lasers out of their eyes.

“Why would anyone want a dog who shoots lasers?!” Ladybug yelped.

“Some kid out there has been watching too many cartoons,” Chat Noir commented.

“You okay, dudes?” Carapace’s voice said from above. Ladybug looked up, but instead of wearing the green hoodie outfit, he was dressed in a tuxedo of the same color.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “I was on my way here, and next thing I know, I’m dressed like I’m going to my wedding.”

“Wedding?” Ladybug scanned the area for Rena Rouge. It seemed she had gotten away from the giant toys and was now still trying to fight in the orange wedding dress, the bouquet looking more like a bunch of dying weeds. She looked back at Ryuko. And then back to Carapace. Her eyes widened. “The akuma is called Genie, right?”

“Yeah?” the men said in unison.

“And we can assume her power is granting wishes, right?”

“What are you getting at?” Carapace frowned.

“I don’t think Ryuko wished to float, and I’m a hundred percent sure the last thing Rena wants is to get married during a battle.”

“Meaning…?” Chat Noir squinted.

“We have to be careful what we wish for,” Ladybug concluded. “We can’t wish for anything. Not even in our minds, just in case.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Carapace shrugged.

“That’s what you think,” a voice behind them said.

In an instant, Ladybug and Chat Noir rose to their feet, making a battle pose. In front of them was what looked like a character from the animated Aladdin movie. Her skin was completely blue, and she wore a bustier with baggy pants. Her nose and mouth were covered by a belly dancer veil. Only her purple eyes were clearly visible under her bangs.

“I’m not a pushover, like other champions,” The Genie declared, slowly pulling her arms back. “I will get what I wish for, and not even you will stop me.”

“Isn’t there a rule that genies can’t grant wishes for themselves?” Chat Noir quipped.

“But I’m not a regular genie, now am I?” the villain then rested an elbow on her hand, fingers under her chin. “Once I have your miraculouses, I can get any wish a genie could want.”

“Miraculous wish?” Ladybug parroted. She and Chat Noir exchanged gazes, hoping they hadn’t arrived at the same hypothesis. Before they could say anything else, Carapace had placed a hand on her bicep.

“You’re not making any sense,” he said. Ladybug frowned, but noticed his eyes glimpsed to somewhere behind Genie. “I still don’t understand how your wish could come true with the two miraculouses.”

“It really isn’t clear,” she joined, trying not to give away Queen Bee sneaking behind the villain, ready to strike Venom.

“I think you’ve been given some false promises there, Genie,” Chat Noir mocked, using his staff like a cane and leaning forward on it.

“Hmph.” Genie closed her eyes. “You really think I’m that stupid.”

With a split-second movement, Genie was facing the other way, squeezing Queen Bee’s wrist. The superheroine screamed in pain, her weapon clattering on the floor.

“Bee!” Ladybug, Chat Noir and Carapace shouted in unison, as they ran to her aid. However, before they could get to her, Genie swung her towards them. All four landed painfully on the ground, as the villain vanished in swirling smoke.

“Where did she go?!” Ladybug panted, sitting up. Not a second later, a chilling laugh echoed in the air, with no point of origin.

“Bug,” Queen Bee grunted. “I think she broke my wrist.”

“That’s not good,” Chat Noir whispered, taking off his belt to wrap it around the injury.

“I can’t remember the last time one of use got seriously hurt in an attack,” Carapace commented, holding Queen Bee’s arm steady through her hissing.

“I shouldn’t have asked you two to come,” Ladybug lamented. “Not only are we a little rusty, but we’re clearly not in condition to be fighting.”

“This was my choice,” Queen Bee retorted, burning her eyes on their leader. “We had won. I am not letting stupid Gabriel get away with this. Not after everything we’ve been through. After everything we achieved. Everything I achieved…”

Ladybug’s face fell. “Chloé,” she said quietly, placing a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, “He’s not getting away with it. We beat him once. We can do it again.” She looked at Carapace. “Keep her safe, while Chat and I go after Genie.”

“Sure thing, Ma’am,” Carapace nodded, placing an arm around Queen Bee. “Kick that akuma’s ass for me.”

“Aye, aye, sir.” Chat Noir gave his best friend a two-fingered salute.

The original duo stood up and walked together to the middle of the street, where they stood back to back. Alert, waiting to see where Genie would show up.

“Just like old times, huh?” Chat Noir commented, loud enough for his fiancé to hear.

“Don’t we always say that, every time it’s just the two of us again?” Ladybug quipped back, while scanning the area.

“And it never gets old, Bugaboo.”

Ladybug chuckled. “You always know how to break the tension, Chaton.”

“One of my many talents.”

“ENOUGH!” A voice echoed angrily in the air. There was a puff of blue smoke, and the next thing they knew, both were sent flying in opposite directions.

Ladybug landed hard on the concrete. Suddenly very thankful that the suit protected her from scrapping any skin against it. She raised her head, to see Genie standing where she and Chat Noir had been only a moment ago. On the other side of the street was her partner, almost on his feet.

Unfortunately, the second he was up, Genie disappeared from where she was, to reappear right behind him.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug yelled. But it didn’t matter. He still got hit on the back of the head, with enough force to make him fall on his knees. Genie raised her arm again, but Ladybug swung and wrapped her yoyo just in time to stop her.

Gotcha, she thought triumphantly.

Genie’s head snapped towards Ladybug, sending a chill down her spine. Nevertheless, she kept her grip firm on the yoyo. The problem was that so did Genie. The villain grabbed the string and started pulling on it. Meanwhile, Ladybug did her best to stand her ground, but the akuma was surprisingly strong.

“Come here, Little Bug,” Genie hissed as she yanked the string hard enough to drag Ladybug several meters forward.

The superheroine gritted her teeth as she attempted to do the same to the akuma. With little success, only managing to anchor her feet where she was.

“You’re so annoying,” Genie huffed.

The next second, she was gone again, making Ladybug fall backwards. Chat Noir had regained his balance enough to run to her side, to make sure she was all right. He had just helped her back to her feet, when she was pulled back as if from an invisible rope around her stomach. Once again, sent flying across the street.

“Why don’t you fight us head on, you coward?!” Chat Noir yelled, any trace of playfulness gone.

A chilling chuckle resounded in the air.

“As you wish, pretty boy,” the disembodied voice of Genie said.

There was another puff of blue smoke, and the villain hit his chin upwards with the palm of her hand. Chat Noir staggered backwards, attempting to raise his staff. The next blow he managed to block with is weapon, but Genie immediately followed it with a hard kick to his stomach.

All the while, Ladybug slowly stood up, trying her best to ignore the pain on her ribs. This akuma was of the kind they rarely ever saw. It was almost like she had purposely allowed herself to be akumatized. Much like Catalyst on the first Heroes Day.

If there was anything she had learned from these type of akumas, it was that they were far more powerful than the regular brand. Mainly, because they weren’t aimless. Not only was their goal clear, but they collaborated with Hawkmoth to create a more coherent plan.

Ladybug breathed heavily, her arm over her torso. She looked around at her incapacitated team. Viperion had even turned back to Luka, for his five minutes were wasted as he kept his hold on Ryuko. How did it get this bad so fast? And why did it have to be Adrien fighting his father once again?

She could see it in Chat Noir’s eyes. Yes, he made jokes and insulted his father all the time, but he was still hurting. And at that very moment, his heart was simply not in it, if the way he was fighting was anything to go by. Why couldn’t Adrien be freed of such pain?

Genie puffed out again, to appear right in front of Ladybug. The heroine didn’t even get a chance to move, before a hand grabbed her neck and pushed her into the wall. Ladybug struggled, trying to both focus on the villain and on freeing herself.

“You’re so predictable,” Genie whispered, with a menacing grin.

Ladybug could feel her consciousness wavering, as her eyes focused on the glowing necklace on Genie’s chest.

“You’re wish is my command, Little Bug.”

And there was a glowing purple light…

* * *

Marinette’s eyes snapped open. Above her was a plain, white ceiling she didn’t recognize. With a gasp, she bolted into a sitting position. She gazed around the room, still not recognizing anything of it.

There was a desk topped with fabrics, a mannequin with several hats on it, papers scattered on the ground, a floor length mirror. And she was lying on a full-sized bed she didn’t recognize. Marinette shuffled out of the bed towards the mirror, hoping she hadn’t been transferred to someone else’s body.

To her relief, she was still her. And yet…not. Her hair was much longer than she originally had it. Gone was the pixie cut and now her hair almost reached her waist. Under her eyes were heavy bags she hadn’t seen in a long while. Like she hadn’t slept in days.

But what struck her most were the scars around her bare arms. When did she get those? Did she have them all over her body? Marinette dared to lift the shirt from her stomach, to see three more scars. As if leftovers of a battle.

From the reflection, she saw something move behind her. Marinette snapped her neck towards it, luckily to see a familiar little blob of red burying herself in the fabrics over the desk.

“Tikki,” she whispered called, scurrying towards the kwami. “Tikki! Wake up!”

“Shh,” the small being said.

Marinette’s brows furrowed. It wasn’t like Tikki to be lazy. With gruntled determination, the woman poked her little friend, calling her again.

“No,” Tikki responded.

“This is important,” Marinette whisper-yelled. “Something is really wrong, and I need your help to figure it out.”

“Talk to the tail,” Tikki mumbled, turning enough to point her tiny butt towards her charge.

Marinette gaped. “Since when are you this rude?”

“Since when do you not let me sleep in?”

“Are you really Tikki?”

“How much did you drink last night?” The kwami snapped back.

“You know very well I only had two glasses and a half.”

“And you know very well that I wasn’t there!” Tikki finally turned to Marinette, her eyes with a fury she had never seen.

“What are you talking about?” she said. “You were all in the kitchen. You were there when I divided up the team before going out to fight.”

Tikki looked at her like she had grown a second head.

“You’ve finally lost it.” With that, she turned and collapsed in the fabrics.

“Lost what?! I have no idea what’s going on or—” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Adrien.”

“Wait, what?”

“Of course!” The woman rummaged through the room until she found a cellphone, a jacket and a pair of pink flats to wear. “I need to find Adrien. I need to know if he’s okay, what happened to him, if Plagg is acting the same way—”

“Plagg?!”

“—maybe he’ll have answers. Hopefully he remembers what happened last night, when we fought The Genie.”

Ignoring Tikki’s sudden interest, Marinette yanked the door open and crossed what seemed to be a small living room to get to what she hoped would be the exit. Once in the hallway, she started inspecting the phone that luckily had no lock.

“Ugh.” She grimaced at the background picture of a ridiculously revealing dress. “Whosever phone this is, they have terrible taste in clothes.”

Marinette continued tapping on the screen, ignoring a mutter from Tikki nearby about the phone. Looking into the contacts, she had to admit surprise when she saw Alya almost at the top of the list. Without waiting any second longer, she called the number.

Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.

“Dammit.” The voicemail came through the speaker. “Hey, Alya, it’s Marinette. I need you to call me to this number as soon as you can. Something very weird happened. Call me back, please!”

She hung up and continued scrolling through the contacts.

“Huh.” She tilted her head. “This phone is the same model as my old one.”

“You’ve had that phone for three years already,” Tikki said loudly. Marinette stopped on her tracks. She glanced at the kwami peering from under the jacket, and back at the phone.

“You’re not making any sense,” she resorted to say.

Yet her mind started racing as she ran down the stairs. The phone was clearly not hers, if it didn’t have the background picture of Adrien and her on their engagement party. Then again, things had been pretty bizarre already that morning.

Once in the ground floor, Marinette powerwalked towards the exit. Hopefully, she would find some answers once she stepped out of that door.

However, it wasn’t much help.

Stepping into the blinding sunlight, Marinette only realized she was an arrondissement away from her apartment. She was suddenly tempted to transform, to reach her home faster. But with Tikki’s mood, perhaps it was best to walk.

As the woman marched, she scanned her surroundings. From the looks of it, there was no sign of The Genie. As if it had never happened. No giant pets, no reanimated toys, nothing strange at all. She checked the phone again, which was very unhelpful when it barely had any contacts. Tikki said it was her phone, so if that was the case: where were Nino and Chloé? Was it even safe to try other numbers?

Marinette sighed, her head starting to hurt. Just as she looked up, she noticed a blond mop of hair she would recognize anywhere.

“Oh my gosh!” she breathed, breaking into a run, eyes trained on the man exiting a café. “ADRIEN!” she yelled.

Said man raised his head in bewilderment, almost apprehensive. She called several more times until he looked to her direction.

“Marinette?” He barely said her name, when she threw her arms around his neck, almost making him drop the brown bag in his hand.

“Adrien!” Marinette sighed in relief. “Thank goodness, I was worried something may have happened to you.”

“What?” the man questioned, brows furrowing.

“I’ve been so worried, and so confused,” she pulled back, grabbing on to his biceps. “I woke up this morning and I was in a strange apartment, and you weren’t there, and Tikki wasn’t talking to me, and I couldn’t get a hold of Alya, Nino or Chloé, and everything feels weird, and—”

“What are you doing?” Adrien cut in, shrugging his arms away from her. “Did you hit your head or something?”

“Huh?” Marinette frowned. “W-well… I don’t know! Adrien, nothing feels—”

“Why are you talking to me?” he snapped when her hand had reached out again.

The woman slowly straightened, staring at her fiancé dumbfounded.

“Chaton?”

“Chaton?” Adrien parroted. “You really have lost it now, haven’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Adrien rolled his eyes, before checking his watch. “Look, I don’t have time for this, I have things to do. So, if you’ll excuse me—”

“Wait, no!” Marinette grabbed his wrist desperately, only for him to roughly shake it off.

“Listen here,” he said, pointing at her menacingly. “I swear that if you come at me like this again, I will be forced to get a restraining order—”

“Restraining order?!”

 “—against you. I don’t want to, but you know very well I can’t be seen with you. Or do you forget I’m a public figure?”

“Why are you threatening me? Are you under an akuma spell?”

“Marinette, it’s been two years!” he shouted, rendering her quiet. He let out a defeated sigh. “And here I thought we were past this. Just… I’m with Lila now, so just deal with it.”

Without a second look, he walked past her shell-shocked form. The words slugging through her mind, wondering whether they had been real or not. Two years? Two years of what?! Since when would Adrien threaten her with a restraining order? Since when does he not recognize his own nickname?

But most importantly… Since when were they not together?

---

Next

[rose-of-the-grave]

Sleeping On The Job

Pairing: Gwyn x Azriel

Ok, I know I haven't posted in over a month but I was really busy with school so here's a gwynriel oneshot! Hope you enjoy. I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: 18+, sub!az x dom!gwyn, kissing, leading into sex

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: While on a practice mission Gwyn gets tired so she and Az stop to sleep in a cave. Gwyn gets cold and Az wrestles with his emotions.

They had been walking for hours, tracking this thing and Gwyn was exhausted. When Azriel had suggested that they move her practice outside of the ring she hadn’t been expecting this. This was torture. She’d been up before the sun had even started to light up the sky and it was already dark now. 

A few feet up ahead the shadowsinger crept through the woods, his footsteps went undetected. Cloaked by the night and his shadows, Gwyn could hardly see him. She followed suit, careful not to step on any fallen leaves or twigs. With every little noise her heartbeat quickened, apprehensive that they had been caught. Logically Gwyn knew that Az would never take her out on a practice run without making sure that she was in no real danger. And even if something did happen, they were both armed to the teeth.

An owl hooted in the distance. Gwyn’s head twisted so fast that her braid whipped in her face, hard. Then, to her surprise she heard a low chuckle. He was laughing! How dare he? It was his fault she was so tired. And cold. And nervous. She had been training with the shadowsinger late at night whenever neither of them could sleep for months now. If she did well on this practice mission then she might eventually get sent out on a mission of her own. She didn’t think she could bear it if she failed, especially in front of Az.

Their friendship had grown in their time spent together training and lately she had noticed that she felt much more at ease with him. Sharing stories and laughing together. Teasing him about his widely known crush on her best friend, Nesta’s younger sister. How he could be so obvious when his job was to be a spy was beyond her. It was only lately that she had started to experience a pang in her chest whenever he mentioned the beautiful Elain. And when he had stopped talking about her, seemingly moved on, she was happy. 

They were friends and yet she was happy that the person he liked had decided to try to make things work with her mate. What kind of friend did that make her? Nesta and Emerie would tell her she was jealous if they could hear her thoughts. That is, they would if she had confessed to them how she had begun to feel.

Despite her changing feelings she was still determined to remain his friend. It was better to have him in her life as a friend but always wishing for more instead of losing him forever because of a crush. Oh, but there were times when she wished that she wasn’t such a coward when it came to him. How could she be brave when it came to fighting for her life and the life of her fellow Valkyries but when it came to telling someone she liked him she couldn’t say a thing. And she had tried. Many times. But there was nothing to do for it. Everytime she would open her mouth and nothing would come out. She would just be stuck standing there with her mouth opening  and closing like one of the fish in the river they were crossing.

He went first to make sure it was safe. It was times like these that she could hardly resist him. When he made it to the other side he turned around, his expression encouraging. Taking a tentative step across she hurried across. She was almost on the other side when she lost her balance.

But, he caught her. His arm slid around her waist, securing her. After he had steadied her his arm retreated back to his side. She mourned its loss. He turned away and kept walking into the darkness. It welcomed him like an old friend, allowing him to hide within. And yet, when most could not see any of him she still could. Perhaps it was his conscious effort to ensure she never lost sight of him or maybe it was his shadows reassuring her that he was never far from her side. At this point she would never know.

They kept on creeping along through the trees, weaving through the tree trunks and hanging branches that occasionally brushed Gwyn's hair. With every step her feet had a harder time lifting themselves from the ground. It was as if she were walking through sludge. Her eyes slowly crept closed, preventing her from seeing a tree root sticking up from the ground. Her foot caught on it and she stumbled. She quickly righted herself and kept on trailing behind her companion.

“We can stop and rest if you want.” Az had paused to offer Gwyn an opportunity to take a break. He knew that she would walk, dead on her feet, until they completed this practice mission but he also knew that she had awoken early as always this morning. She needed her sleep.

Defiant as ever, she shook her head. “No, we should keep going.”

“You could say that without yawning. We’re stopping. Come on, there's a cave near here where we can take shelter.”

Under normal circumstances she might have protested but her need for sleep was too great. She couldn’t keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds before it became too tiring to keep them open. “Fine.” She grumbled, secretly relieved.

Before she knew it they were no longer in the open air. The walls of the cave stopped the wind from causing her to shiver. She watched, barely awake as Azriel gathered firewood and lit a fire. She also, somehow, was awake enough to catch the slight tremor on his hands as he started the fire. Her heart clenched for his younger self who had had to endure such terrible things at the hands of his half-brothers.

The warmth of the fire was a welcome treat. Laying on her side she curled into a ball, hoping that her clothes would be enough to keep her warm. Azriel stood guard at the entrance of the cave. He alternated between watching for possible threats and Gwyn sleeping. It was certainly not the first time that his mind had remarked on how cute she was. Her face scrunched up a bit, almost as if she could hear his thoughts. He had always thought her beautiful but lately he had taken more notice. 

After centuries of fruitless pining for Mor and, more recently, Elain he had sworn off of letting someone else be the reason why he felt bad about himself. With Mor he had always wondered whether he would ever be good enough for her. Later, with Elain, he had been doomed from the start. Before he let himself fall for the sweet and spunky Gwyn he would wait until he felt more certain she would welcome his advances. With her more than anyone he wanted to take his time. He didn’t want to rush anything.

Gwyn’s shivering shook him from his thoughts. Despite her cloak, her leathers, and the fire she was still cold. Before he could give it a second thought he commanded his shadows to watch over the cave for him. Then, approaching the shivering priestess he took his own cloak off, placing it over her. And yet, it still wasn’t enough.

Already cursing himself for what he’s about to do he walks around her and lies down behind her, keeping a few inches of space between them. Then, carefully, he unfurled one of his wings and allowed it to cocoon her.

She shifted in her sleep. Holding himself still, he watched on as she turned around to face him. He watched as she inched closer, eyes still closed. She let loose a puff of air that hit his wing right where it was most sensitive. He stiffened, trying to keep a leash on the scent of his arousal. If she woke now to see him lying so close to her so clearly aroused she would never speak to him again. Nor would Nesta or any of his other friends. He could picture it so clearly in his mind's eye. In all of his time of knowing his brother’s mate he had always known that there were no limits to how far she would go for her family. Despite being centuries old he would be lying if he said that Nesta couldn’t scare him.

What’s more nobody would stop her if she tried to kill him and if he was being honest he would probably let her. He wouldn’t want to live in a world where he had made Gwyn uncomfortable. It was a fucking nightmare.

He was so utterly lost in his thoughts that he never noticed when she woke up or how long she had been watching him.

“Thanks for keeping me warm.”

His eyes shot to hers, which were shining with amusement. His cheeks reddened with embarrassment. She laughed, “So, should I comment on the change in scent?”

With a blink of an eye he shot up and was standing on the other side of the cave.

“Awww, are you a little shy? Don’t worry, I don't mind.”

Could it be possible? She certainly didn’t seem uncomfortable, if anything she was amused. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe he did have a chance. For the first time in centuries he felt a spark of hope.

“Truly?”

“Yeah, get back over here.”

At his hesitant approach she motioned with her hand to encourage him. He knelt next to her, still keeping some distance between them. Well, that just wouldn’t do. Gwyn reached out with her hand and placed it on his shoulder. At his lack of protest she leaned and kissed him. Planting her hand more firmly, she pushed him to the ground. He made a small noise. Pulling back she noticed that one of his wings was caught under him.

“Poor Illyrian baby.”

She readjusted his wings, her soft hands brushing against the most sensitive part of them. Her position left no doubt of his reaction. Laughing softly under her breath she brushed against the same spot with more intent. Obscene moans fell from his honeyed lips. She leaned back down, capturing his lips with her own.

Her hands slid down to find his which had been fluttering around her waist and placed the more firmly around her waist before letting her hands drift back up to tangle in his hair. She could feel when he grew more confident that this wasn’t a dream. His hands slid down and under her clothes to cover her ass. 

“I’ve dreamt of this for so long.” He murmured. She was gazing into his eyes, mesmerized by how wondrous he looked. 

Biting her lip, she admitted, “Me too."

[filmofhybe]

Honeymoon Avenue | Yang Jungwon

SYNOPSIS: knowing that you are at the end of your relationship, wishing it would never come to an end and go back to the beginning and start over.

(BASED ON THE SONG “HONEYMOON AVENUE” - A.G)

pairing: non idol! jw x fem! oc

genre: mostly angst , flashback fluff

word count: 853

"y/n I'm sorry, but we both know our relationship isn't working out."

"I know. Please take care of yourself."

"I will. I guess this is a goodbye."

  Raindrops fell on the window of our old apartment. The same exact scent candle he gets me for our anniversary every year, "Honeymoon Avenue" by Ariana Grande, is playing softly in the background as I sob quietly into the soft blanket while hugging a soft cat plushie.

"I looked in my rear view mirror,

and it seemed to make a lot more sense

than what I see ahead of us."

  Photo albums of us and Polaroids of us shattered all over the coffee table. Memories of every single date we went on flooded into my mind as I held each one high, admiring him. Yang Jungwon himself Looking back at our sweet-looking smiles, which could probably light up the world even at its very darkest, but now we are both stuck in the darkness. Losing each other was like losing our light to find our way back out.

  "I'm ready to make that turn.

Before we both crash and burn.

Because that can be the death of us.

  “Y/N, my love I have work, and I can't make it to our date. I'm sorry."

"Jungwon is the fourth time. What’s going on..”

“I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. I gotta go."

the phone call ended, and I sighed deeply, feeling our relationship fading away. Is it okay? Our relationship is still strong, right? He's only busy because of work. At least I hope he will make up for what he missed.

  Remembering that phone call and realizing that was a sign our relationship was not working out anymore. But none of us knew or thought much of it.

"Baby, you know how to drive in the rain.

And you decided not to make a change.

Stuck in the same old lane

Going the wrong way home."

  "You say you're going to make up the time you wasted!"

“I'm just too busy! I can't be bothered to!"

"So is our relationship a joke to you?"

"I never said that!"

"You don't understand how much pain I'm in! You don't understand how much fucking effort I put into you at all!"

“Just shut the fuck up y/n! I’m stressed as well oh my gosh!”

  I scoffed before slamming the bedroom door, pissed off at his stupid actions.

  Jungwon stands still in the middle of their bedroom, taking his phone out and texting his friends. Asking if they are down to hang out to get his mind off of the sudden argument. Of course, he had a way to deal with the pain. On the other hand, you know it's his fault that you both are now stuck in this toxic relationship. Where one person puts so much effort into the other, but the other can't even fucking return or make up for the effort because they are constantly "busy".

  "I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic.

I'm under pressure because I can't have you the way that I want.

Let's just go back to the way it was."

  "I miss the old you, Jungwon, where you spent time with me."

I said as I continued watching the drama that's on TV. Jungwon is next to me. But he's a few meters away.

  "People change y/n. I'm sorry, I'm a bad boyfriend."

  My heart is under pressure because of you. Because I know you're not the old you anymore. And I can't have you the way I wanted at the very beginning of our relationship. And I wish we could go back to how we were. The honeymoon phase: close, affectionate, loving

"When we were on Honeymoon Avenue

Honeymoon Avenue, baby

Coasting like crazy"

  “Baby, look over here!”

Jungwon exclaimed excitedly that I was holding up an adorable cat plushie in the air that he just won for us. I smiled brightly as I heard he had taken a picture of me.

“Hey, should I help you guys take a picture?”

A young lady came up to Jungwon, offering to take a picture of both of us. He nodded before standing beside me, arms wrapping around my waist. I gave him a big smile. The lady took multiple pictures of us. One with Jungwon kissing my cheeks, another was us looking at each other lovingly, and the last one was our bright smile.

"Wonnie! Look, this is your favorite food!"

"Oh my goodness, can I have it, please?"

"Of course anything for my baby!"

  I handed the money to the cashier before he handed us a hot bowl of curry. I blew off the curry before feeding it to Jungwon. He hummed at the amazing curry taste. I admired his gorgeous face. Oh, how lucky I was to be with you. He thanked me for buying him his favorite food by giving me a few kisses on my lips. We smiled at each other before digging in again.

only if you didn't throw our relationship away so easily.

only if you continued to put effort into our relationship.

 Oh, can we get back to the way it was.

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a/n: Yall girl feeling sad at 3am but I hope you guys enjoy this jungwon oneshot, Stream “Yours truly” ten year anniversary by Ariana Grande herself!

[hcppierthcnever]

“There you are, you’re there with open arms”

description… oc!figureskater girlfriend x oc!figureskater boyfriend

summary… when a skating duo that is adamant about staying friends suddenly finds themselves breaking their own promise

authors note… listen to “there you are” by zayn for this one, absolutely obsessed with the song, as well as figure skating so had to combine the two. As always, let me know what you think🫶🏼

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rosedevlin

🎵Billie Eilish - when the party is over

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rosedevlin another competition done, another medal won. We will forever do our best to give you all the best experience watching us skate🫶🏼 @/romansmith

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user1 the best skating duo of the modern era

user2 almost started crying watching you two

user3 gosh I could feel the chemistry through the screen

user4 It was rare, I was there!!🥹

romansmith my turn to choose a song

rosedevlin for internationals we always choose together though

romansmith not this time, I got it all figured out

user5 OMG IM SO EXCITED ALR

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romansmith it was 5 minutes you’re slandering my name here

rosedevlin I was 10min early so I waited 15min

romansmith how is that my fault ma belle??

user10 girl why are you on the floor😭

user6 you two are actually my favs

user7 wish I was as good as you

user8 I missed the practice spams

rosedevlin so did I so did I trust me

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user9 this is sooo girlfriend coded

user10 why is she on the floor again😭

romansmith she needs her daily floor time

rosedevlin the second picture was uncalled for

romansmith you screaming was uncalled for

rosedevlin ITS MR BRIGHTSIDE I HAD TO

user11 OMG YOU ARRIVED IN ESTONIA GOOD LUCK

user12 just get together already I BEG

romansmith I am trying all right

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devlithfan ahead of the competition I wanted to share some of my fav pictures of my favourite people!! Forever a devlith shipper🤞🏼

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user13 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER UGH

user14 the hand kiss?? the faces being so close?? FRIENDS??

user15 so actually this is not platonic!

user16 I feel like I‘m being gaslight by them😔

devlithfan NO CUZ FOR REAL

user17 wanted context but dont think that will change anything

user18 I feel like context might make it more obvious

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user4 BEAUTIFUL STUNNING BREATH TAKING

user8 cant even wrap my head around what yall did

user19 the triple axel WAS SO FLAWLESS

romansmith ready for tomorrow?

rosedevlin ready as I’ll ever be

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user20 traditions🥹

user13 THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER

user21 all the best for tomorrow!!

rosedevlin favourite part of the comp🤭😋

romansmith always about food with you🙄❤️

user22 manifesting you two will make it official tomorrow🤞🏼🤞🏼

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🎵Zayn - There you are

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romansmith “Friends that I rely on don't come through, they run like the river, but not you” ma belle, my secret is out now, but I’ve been waiting for this❤️

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user23 “secret” okay lets be real here-

rosedevlin so everybody knew except me😭

devlithfan WE TRIED TO TELL YOU

user24 girl we thought you were in on it too

rosedevlin “only you know me the way you know me” I love you🩵

romansmith I have and will always love you❤️

user25 okay now get a room you two

user26 FINALLY

user3 the win is so well deserved for what you did in that free style🙏🏼

[alterchaos]

THE SUSPICIOUS KING

Sonic and Sharah make their way through the palace of King Sharyar. Emotions stirr, bringing forth some revelations from deep within…

(cw: reference to abuse)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: JUDGMENT

NEXT CHAPTER: A PIRATE'S LIFE

Sonic walked into the palace lit by the setting sun. Sharah floated gently behind him, eyes downcast and hands clasped neatly in front of her. The hedgehog couldn’t help but feel bad for her. Between her fear of being touched, the bruises covered by her bangles, and her terror when Erazor caught her laughing, he knew without a doubt that something more sinister was happening behind closed doors. 

Then, of course, there was the flame.

Though it was far from her fault, Sonic could easily piece together why she would feel otherwise. How could she not when someone so evil continuously used his power to target her confidence? It bothered him. The whole situation made him feel sick. Sonic could never imagine a life stripped of his freedom like that.

He had to do something about this.

She deserved to be her own person.

She just needed help seeing it.

Sonic slowed his pace until he met Sharah’s side, placing his hands behind his head as if to rest it while walking. He remained silent as the genie fixed her eyes on him in shock. She turned away, floating a bit slower and lingering behind once more in obedience. Sonic slowed his pace again, joining her once more without a word. This, once again, shocked the young half-genie.

“M-Master? Is something wrong?”

“Why does something have to be wrong? I just felt like walking beside my friend. It gets lonely being ahead all the time.”

“...”

Sharah stopped, floating in place. Sonic stopped as well.

“Sharah?”

“...”

Sonic sighed, “Look, Sharah, I don’t want to make you feel scared or uncomfortable, but I also would love for you to try this ‘friend’ thing out for a change.”

“Is…Is that your wish?”

“No. It’s an invitation.”

“Invitation? I don’t understand.”

“Friendship isn’t one-sided, Sharah. Forcing you to accept what I want would defeat the purpose. Its meaning comes from your ability to choose.”

“Ch-Choose!?” Sharah trembled, grabbing one of her bangles and rubbing it for comfort, “N-No! I-I can’t-”

“Hey, hey…” Sonic held up his hands in a calming gesture, “I’m not forcing you to have to make that choice right now. If you aren't ready to decide yet, that’s okay. You can take your time…”

“Master…” She stared at him with wide eyes.

Sonic turned back around, “The invitation still stands. Whenever you’re ready, if you choose to accept me as your friend, I’ll be right here at your side waiting.”

“...Why though? Helping me does not benefit you in any way, Master…”

“Because I want to see you happy.”

“Huh?”

Sonic turned and winked, “I’m going to have you smiling by the end of this…I promise, Sharah.”

“...”

Sonic turned back around, continuing onward along the palace outskirts. The half-genie remained where she was, searching her thoughts, eventually deciding to call out.

“...Master?”

He paused, “Hm? What is it Sharah?”

The half-genie looked down, mustering her courage before continuing. She flew up to the hedgehog, not daring to meet his gaze as her magic glowed from within her hands.

“Here…I want you to have this.”

With that, she summoned forth a large, circular object from the realm inside her own ring.

Sonic’s eyes widened, “Wait, i-is that-?”

“Yes. It is one of the seven world rings my-Erazor spoke of.”

“You were hiding it from him this whole time?”

“Yes…” Her gaze fell.

Sonic looked up at her beyond the floating ring, “Why hide it from me though?”

“...”

“Were you…afraid of me?” A twinge of pain was etched in his voice as the harm he’d inflicted on his friend two years ago slipped into his mind.

“Master, I-”

He shook off the memory. This wasn’t about him and he shouldn’t make it, “Sorry…I was just…reminded of something…”

“Then I’m the one who should apologize, Maste-”

“‘Sonic’ okay? And I’m willing to bet you had a pretty good reason. I don’t blame you for that...”

“...” 

Sonic turned away from her to hide his face. He didn’t want her to see how much the thought actually bothered him.

Though she could clearly tell it did.

“It is true…I was afraid…”

“...It’s okay.”

Sharah shook her head, “No. Listen to me. I was afraid not of you but…of what these rings could do to you.”

Sonic turned back to face her with concern, “Huh? Whaddya mean?”

“Well…these rings…they-”

clatter

“-!?”

Sonic held out a protective arm, “You heard that, right Sharah?”

“Y-Yes…” She looked to a large clay jar in the corner of the room, “It seems to have come from that jar…”

“You said these rings are powerful, right?” He grabbed the green ring from the air, “Stay here.” 

“Master, wait!”

He zipped to the corner of the room, leaping high into the air and curling into a spindash, ring in hand.

“SONI-!!!”

SHATTER!

Out tumbled a large, rotund man with a mustache that Sonic was all too familiar with. He glared at the doctor as he bore his fangs, his irises flashing a dangerous green alongside the ring in his hand, illuminating his face against the rapidly darkening sky.

Something stirred from within…something…intense…

“Eggman.”

The doctor dressed in his regal robes cocked his head in confusion before raising his hand up in surrender. 

“W-Wait! I believe there has been a mistake, for I am King Sharyar!”

Sonic narrowed his eyes. He felt it, a primal instinct slowly creeping up from the deepest, darkest depths of his psyche.

In that moment…he felt…hatred.

CHAPTER END

[izar-tarazed]

What kind of tragedy are you?

Izar: doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

Ensha: wrong place, wrong time it shouldn’t have been you. oh my love, you should have lived. if only. if only you had made a right instead of a left. if only your friend hadn’t had so much to drink. if only it hadn’t rained last night. then everything would be fine. a butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have have been fine. safety was so close, and yet so far. but alas, the stars just had to align.

(Love how both results are somewhat fitting! As a Tarnished, of course Izar "tried again and again and again". Fate sealed from the moment she entered the narrative; doomed to either continue along a path not wholly hers, or lose the grace and everything, both times without fulfilling the purpose she wished for. And while Ensha's "wrong place, wrong time" is fitting too, I still can't stop laughing about it. Yes, Ensha, if only you hadn't been in the Roundtable Hold and decided to go after that particular Tarnished! You could have stayed right next to the study door, but NO. (I think it's somewhat fitting for my canon-divergent Ensha who survived the ambush, too, but still.) Tagged by @necrophcge; tagging no one in particular, go ahead and do this for your OCs if you want to! Feel free to tag me so I see it. :)

[theimpossiblescheme]

What’s Fair

Here is today’s entry for @flame-x‘s Kitten Week!  Trigger warnings ahead for implied neglect and abuse of a child.

There was a part of Jemima–a troublesome little part, like a hangnail that drew blood when you tried to bite it off–that felt jealous of her baby sister.  She knew it was awful and made absolutely no sense, but she couldn’t get it to go away.  No matter how much she tried.

After all, Sillabub was born in the safest place in the entire city, surrounded by cats who loved her and all came together to sing her a welcome into the family.  She got to sleep in a proper den full of soft blankets and stuffed animals, and whenever she cried someone would be there to feed her, play with her, or rock her to sleep.  Jemima wasn’t so lucky.  Her memories of when she was that small were still foggy and indistinct with long shadows along the edges, but she could remember the cellar of the Palace (that was what Macavity called it–she didn’t learn its full name until later) very vividly.  She could remember how quiet it was except for when cars passed the transom window overhead or the pipes rattled and hissed in the winter.  Sometimes that rattling and hissing got so loud she had to cover her ears for hours and just listen to her own breathing until the noise didn’t make her want to cry anymore.  She remembered how cold it was and how little that tiny wooden box she and Mama had to sleep in helped at all.  The blankets were so thin, and it was even colder when Mama was called away upstairs.  Oh, sure, sometimes Uncle Jerrie or Aunt Teazer and Bomba would bring her a bird they’d caught or an extra pillow or an old toy from a rubbish tip; but the older Jemima got, the more she realized how much they risked getting in trouble for those tiny gifts, and she almost wished they wouldn’t bring her anything.  So on those lonely days, she would just curl up and try not to bother anybody until Mama came back.

Sillabub would never have to worry about being cold, or getting anyone in trouble, or not having anybody by her side all day.  And Jemima wanted to resent her for that, but she knew it wasn’t right.  She couldn’t help where she’d been born.  She had no idea what her parents or sister had gone through before she came along, and Jemima didn’t particularly want to tell her.  There was a lot she still didn’t understand herself, that Mama and Daddy said would wait until she was older… maybe then everything would make sense.

Maybe there was a reason she’d been born in the cellar instead of the Junkyard.  Or that Macavity had to be so horrible.  Or why she felt like such a bad sister some nights, looking after Sillabub and knowing she loved her, of course she loved her baby sister, but still wanting so badly to scream It’s not fair!

“Sometimes life isn’t fair,” her Papa told her one of those nights, after she’d already cried on his shoulder for what felt like hours and he’d reassured her that she wasn’t a bad cat for feeling this way.  All the while talking in that slow, gentle way, like he wanted her to understand every word.  “We can’t control everything that happens in the world… believe me, I wish we could.  But what we can do,” he added with a squeeze of her shoulders, “is try to protect the ones we care about.  That way we can make life a little bit fairer for everyone.”

Jemima remembered nodding at that before frowning thoughtfully as the idea settled over her.  “It sounds hard.”

Papa gave her a sad sort of smile.  “It can be.  But I usually find it’s worth it in the end.”

She tried to keep that in mind.  Every time her mind cycled back to those days in the cellar and felt that horrible pit-of-her-stomach feeling return, she reminded herself that it truly wasn’t Sillabub’s fault.  That she’d never wish that on her baby sister, who was too small and innocent to know, much less deserve any of it.  That if anybody tried to drag her down and keep her in some dark, noisy place, Jemima would fight to get her free.  That she really did love her, no matter what the worst part of her mind might try to tell her.  That she had a duty now to be a good sister… and to make Papa feel less sad about making the world a little more fair.

It didn’t fix things–not completely.  But on nights where Sillabub fussed in her sleep and Jemima was the first one awake to hold her and her favorite toy in her lap for a while, she could feel it starting to help.

[chaoticwolfmoore]

The Letter || Avery's self para

Avery was sitting in his living room pen in hand, he nervously taps with it on the notebook, he's been thinking about Jesse's idea of wtting a letter to his dads, and that's actually smart, theres not a lot you could say over text and he wasn't sure he was ready to hear his dads voices. Taking a deep breath, Ave starts.

"Hey, guys. It's me. Avery, the missing Son. To be honest I don't even know where to start. I guess I'll start with I'm sorry. To you both. I'm sorry I hit you (we'll come back to this) and I'm sorry I run without a word. I'm not gonna tell you guys where I am because i know it'll make it harder, you'll want to find me and I don't wanna be found. Not yet. I'm sorry for that too.

I'm okay. I've met some new people here and they have been helping me with my issues. Jesse is here too. (Remember him?) And Tyler (not my cousin but my old college roomate) I'm making friends and finding my new Path. I wish I could explain more but I can't.

It has to do with that night. The accident. Thats all I can say. My anger issues are back. But it's worse this time. A lot wrose. When that fight happen I knew I couldn't be around you guys, because there was no way I was gonna let that happen again. And dad (Axel) I'm sorry again, I know you kept saying it was nothing and that you can take a punch, but it was a lot to me. And you don't have to make excuses for your boy anyone, I'm not a kid who accidently breaks something and you want to get out of trouble, not anymore. I need to take responsability for what I did. I hurt you, not just physically and I'm not ready to forgive myself about it, not yet. So for once, shut up (respectfully) and let me have this, you also need to remember you're not 30 anymore. You are in shape but you're not match for me, trust me (no offence).

And I want you both to know there's nothing any of you could had done for things to be diffent. This is not any of you guys fault, okay? This is me, my own issues.

One day I'll be back, I'll hug you both and explain everything but its going to take a while, this is a lot. And I have a long road ahead of me. Things haven't been easy. But I'm hanging in here.

Dad (Nate) I've been listening to your advice in my head. No matter what, even from there, you're that voice of reason guiding me where to go. There was so much I wish I could tell you, I know you'd know what to do. I've been... Changing and I know there's somenthings you would understand. Don't feel sad though. I had to grow up at some point I think 34 is the right age to do so, right?

I love you, both. And I miss you both. But I got to work on myself for now. One day I'll explain everything.

I'm sorry for all of this. I hope this letter helps you both feel a little better, I know you guys would help and be there for me, but I don't want to put any of you trough this, it's too much. And I'm figuring out how to deal with it myself, I'm dangerous and I don't trust myself around any of you, really. It's been proven my love isn't enough, it doesn't stop this rage for coming over and until I can control it I rather stay away. Ps: I've been writting some songs and I feel I finnaly found my voice (see, dad? I follow your advice too. No need to be Jealous)

Ps(2) : Tell Tyler i love him and I'm sorry. He gets one free ass kicking when I get back.

Give uncle Dan a hug for me, a big One.

Love, Avery Graves-Moore."