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[universesweetheart]

My Mess (Dazai x Reader)

In which we clean blood off him after a mission

Read my other dazai oneshots: here, here, here :] (peep the turtle smile)

Birthday Gift Series: Part I & Part 2

Impulsively wrote this today after a crying session

Bye now - Mars ♡

Dazai came home bloodied and bruised. He stumbled into your apartment, seeking you out from where you were on the couch engrossed in your book. Not caring that he was messing up your couch or clothes, he flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into your stomach with mumbles of words you have a hard time figuring out.

“Osamu, what happened?” there’s an urgency in your voice as you assess your boyfriend’s state, propping him to sit up, but he’s stubborn and bury his face into your chest. “Sit up, please, for me?”, you’ve found over the years of dating Dazai that he doesn’t allow himself the freedom of emotions. He doesn’t love often, but when he loves, he loves.

Reluctantly he sat up, looking at you with a smile, a fake one. The one he gives everyone when he so effortlessly slips into his overdramatic happy persona. But you know better. Of course, you know better when your soul is a hopeless mess without his and vice versa. It’s what happens when you spend so much time with someone, when your days and laughter blend into theirs and your body trusts them so much that sleep comes naturally, even for the sleepless like him.

“What happened, ‘Samu?” you ask again, voice so gently it takes the form of a whisper, brows frowning softly as your eyes search his for an answer, or explanation, or something. Anything he’s willing to give you. Anything of truth. No pretenses.

“Had a mission today”

That you knew. He’d told you before he left for work, thinking you were willed away with slumber, but you heard the sweet melody of his voice through your dreamland. A sickeningly sweet tune luring your soul back to its body, to him. To him.

His face was exhausted, eyes darker than usual. His hair matted with dried blood and his bandages stained red from the thick crimson. Whether his or someone else, you were unsure of.

“Wanna tell me about it?”

“No”

‘Okay”

You hummed, standing up and urging him to stand too. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

You made your way to the bathroom, Osamu practically slumped over you. You guide him to sit on the stool you kept in your bathroom for shaving.

“May I?” you asked softly, your voice honeyed to not startle him. You’d seen Osamu without his bandages before though it wasn’t plenty of times. You didn’t want to rush things with him, founding yourself liking what you had with this man.

He also liked, and appreciated, your understanding nature. He loved how gentle you were with him and most of all he liked how you let him figure his shit out. Never wanting to save him, just be there for him whilst he saved himself.

He nodded, closing his eyes, and resting his head on your shoulder. His hands found themselves around your waist, if only loosely.

You gently unwrap his bandages, taking a washcloth and wetting it with some warm water, pressing it against his skin. The warmness of the water softens the stubborn dried blood. The silence overtakes you both, it’s comfortable. No need to fill the space.

You continue to wipe him down, only slipping away to run the bath for him. Filling the tub with warm water and dropping a bath bomb to dissolve in it. Stepping back over to him, ridding him of the rest of his clothes as you help him into the tub.

Osamu rested his head over the edge, whilst you wetted it, adding the shampoo and conditioner to soften the matted mess of a bird’s nest that has become his usually silky hair. You noticed he closed his eyes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, along with words of affection.

Dazai opened his eyes and looked up at you, a soft smile graced his lips. “Bella…” He spoke, “Join me”

You smiled, ridding yourself of your clothes and slipping into the waters with him. Body straddling his as you brought your hands to cup his cheeks. “Worries me when you come home like this” you confess, words shaky as you bit your lower lip to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over.

“M’okay, Bella” Osamu soothes, “See, right here, safe and sound” he whispers, drawing you closer for a kiss. A simple soft kiss, you feel him. Tongue slipping into your mouth, hands wandering down to your waist, one slipping lower to squeeze the fat of your ass.

You gasp softly against his lips, Dazai’s mouth swallowing all your sounds. “Always come back to you, baby, don’t worry that pretty little head” he rasps against your lips, swollen lips.

Dazai’s mood stabilized as his darling tended to him. The soft touches of your fingers and words caressed his soul and hardened his cock. The rawness of your worry is something he loves. Because it shows you care, genuinely. It silences his mind that tries to tell him that you don’t, that all of this isn’t real and that any day you’d up and leave him.

So when you stay and tend to him as he comes bloodied and hurt instead of running away scared and frightened and disgusted, as he expected you to be, it relieved him greatly. It affirms the unspoken truthness of your relationship. You love him. You love him. Maybe just as much he loves you, he hopes.

[chocmarss]

One of my favourite hcs I like from the Tolkein fandom is when the dwarves would insist that Bilbo is, in fact, a prince. A lord, at the very least. That is taking into account that they’re comparing with Middle Earth’s standards of who rules what in a country, and Bilbo Baggins of Bag End of Underhill, grandson of ‘Old Took’ Thain —who is essentially a chief hobbits would seek counsel from— is (the dwarves can’t stress this enough) in some matter, a prince. Which also means Bilbo’s more or less a royalty of the hobbits.

Thorin, very interested in this but would rather have Smaug burn off what’s left of his beard than admit it: Oh?

Bilbo tries to wave it off by saying the hobbits don’t have the same kind of monarchy most species would have (i.e. men and dwarves), and that their ways are much simpler in that sense. Sure, they have a council, and the Thain would usually elect his heir to take over, but that’s just how leadership is, lads, honestly, there’s no fuss of royalty, or whatsover in the Shire.

Fíli: Bilbo, you own several lands. All of which had been passed down in your family name

Bilbo: Well, that’s because I’m a landlord, and those lands once belonged to my father, so I can’t possibly abandon them—

Kíli: You’re also a grandson to the Thain, who is, might I remind you, a leader of your people, and is someone respected the hobbits would look up to when making decisions for the best of internal or external matters

Bilbo: Well, yes, I know that—

Fíli: We heard you’re also richer and have the best and fanciest smial out of everyone else here. You’re also someone people have considered in high regard, from the look of things

Bilbo: Ye—

Both of them: So, you’re royalty!

Anytime one of the company dares to address him as ‘Your Highness’ or anything just as redundant, Bilbo threatens to U-turn back and abandon them to Smaug. Absolutely none of that nonsense, thank you very much, and good evening.

Dwalin, muttering to Balin: He has the royal audacity down to pat

Bilbo squawks and Thorin, who Dwalin had been looking at while he put out that insult, only glowers at him from under his broody slouch.

[shiftingwithmars]

Dial tone —Mattheo Riddle

A/N: I’m in a Mattheo mood, so why not a cute little mini fic?

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, not much else!!

Mattheo dropped the phone, his heart breaking as he sat there in silence. You glanced up from your studying, your brows furrowed in confusion. Mattheo had been talking on the phone for almost an hour, but you’d been too focused on your studies to listen to the conversation. “Matty? What’s wrong?” You questioned softly, slowly setting your book down.

“Death-eaters raided hogsmeade.” Mattheo said with a shaky breath, his fingers digging into his palm. You sighed, your expression filled with sympathy. Every time Voldemort’s followers caused chaos, Mattheo was harassed and tormented at school. You slowly got up from your seat, approaching Mattheo with a gentle expression.

“Oh, baby…” You said softly, pulling Mattheo into a gentle hug. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting a tear roll down his cheek. “Maybe we can see if Dumbledore will excuse you from class for a week or two. Give things some time to settle down.” You said softly, running a gentle hand through Mattheo’s hair. Mattheo sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Y-yeah, maybe Dumbledore will let me skip…”

Mattheo laid in bed, listening to the soft sound of rain patter on the windows. He glanced up as you entered his room, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Well?” He asked softly. Just as you had hoped, Dumbledore had excused Mattheo from classes for the week. It was finally Friday, and Mattheo had been waiting all day for you get done with class.

“Everyone is still talking about what happened at Hogsmeade. But, I think it’s okay. Everyone’s moved on from being mad at you.” You said softly, taking a seat beside your boyfriend. Mattheo let out a sigh of relief, pulling you into his lap. “Thank you.” He said softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Of course. Who else is gonna put up with your ignorant ass?” You said teasingly, causing Mattheo to chuckle.

“Oh shut up.” He said with a smile, resting his back against the headboard. You smiled as you rested your head on his chest, curling up against him. “I love you, Mattheo. No matter who your father is.” You said softly, gently kissing his knuckles. “I love you too, Y/N.” He replied with a sigh of content, hugging you tightly. No matter what happened, you’d always be there for Mattheo. He’d never have to be alone again.

[rexsterss]

arrived like sunlight in the gloom

Summary:

“Kix,” the muddled voice then bursts through his confused haze, his name bleeding into clarity when it thrums with the familiar gravel of a brother’s voice. “Kix, you’re alright. You’re safe.”

star wars. jessix. reunion. canon divergence. rated T. 4.3k words.

Based on 50 A Softer World Prompts.

I love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human)

Kix wakes up out of his ice box.

He doesn’t feel anything other than the chill that freezes the nerves out of his hands and legs. It’s cold, so cold, and all he knows is how whatever trail of thought he’s had before he’s been shoved into the cryo ramps up again at full blast.

Fives was right. Fives was right and Kix has to tell them, he has to make sure they know about the chips and how they’re in mortal danger. He has to tell them about the Chancellor, how Palpatine’s betraying them, he’s betraying the Republic, endangering the people he’s supposed to lead and protect—

A guttural groan stumbles out of his lungs when Kix realises he can’t see, his vision blurred with shapes and too bright lights and far too many noises that tear at his eardrums, threatening to take away his hearing.

He tries to raise his unfeeling hands to his face to push them off his eyeballs, to make his way out of this enclosed place, to get to the Chancellor before it’s too late and they’re all doomed, doomed, doomed—

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[chocomars]

A trooper, a leader, a friend. Here lies Rex, the bravest of us all. May his star cut through the unknowing net and guide us into freedom.

Hera,

I shouldn’t be surprised. The big speech was already pushing it. He would’ve complained about it to me endlessly. However, these are the words that would suit him best, and this is how I’ll be honouring him.

— F

Hera,

Not only would he have complained about it, but I would have joined in as well if I had any less self-restraint. I’m looking at it now and wondering why he’s forty years younger.

— F

F,

They’re ignoring me. I might be able to request a new one that’ll suit his likeness if I poke around a little more. Please advise.

— Hera

Hera,

Negative. Know that he’s talking smack on the other side of the door right now, though.

— F

Hera,

The morning sun would wake him up at exactly oh-eight-hundred. It’s as if he’s in the room with me, breathing.

It burns me still to this day.

— A

[marsthegaymer]

There is nothing like laying down with your favorite stuffie watching your favorite movie and eating dino nuggets with juice in your favorite hello kitty pajamas all snug. <3

[marsthegayraccoon]

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[akeijies]

hate fucking eren jeager.

notes: i asked for a quick prompt and eden (@puptarou ) said hate fucking eren so cw: nsfw! choking. unedited

[ 3:12am ] — you don't know how you always find yourself here. ass in the air, face smushed into pillows and toes curled as eren fucks into you.

he fucks your cunt with such force it throbs days after, and by the time the ache stops, you're on your knees again taking his cock and hearing him moan out that your fucking cunt was made for him and that no one else will be able to fuck you as good as he does.

your hair is tight in his hands and he pulls. he knows you like it, you can tell he's smirking as he whispers into your ear "you go on and on about how can't stand me, hmm?" eren emphasizes his hum with a thrust that makes you feel as if you were outside, with the amount of stars you saw. "but i know how much your sweet little cunt loves my cock- can feel i fluttering all around it, wanting it to milk it dry."

eren lets your hair go, letting you flop back onto the bed and he slams his hips against yours. loving the way your moans get higher and higher every time his tip abuses that "oh so sweet spot" inside you.

you hate how he does this to you. you hate that he knows, how well he fucks your cunt. the way he knows no one else can fuck you better. the way he knows it's his fucking face you see when you touch yourself, trying to recreate this feeling that only he can give you.

eren maneuvers you so you're on your back. his eyes zone in on your pretty tits and drag their way down your body, locking on your cunt as he brings his thumb to your clit. "if you ask nicely, i'll let you cum." he's rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit and the way his voice tilts lets you know that, that's a fucking lie.

you hate him. you hate the way his hand leaves goosebumps as it travels up your body. hate the way his hand fits so perfectly around your throat. can't fucking stand the way your eyes roll back as he squeezes. detest the way your soaking cunt sucks his cock in so eagerly.

"i fucking hate you." the way heat of your words are soiled by the moans he has leaving your mouth is almost comical.

the smile eren flashes is wicked, like you've fallen right into the lion's den. "atta girl."

tagging: @fiaficsxo, @lazyezstudy, @sweet-todou, @sourstars, @onyxoverride, @puptarou + anyone who wants to join my tag list

[redassassin]

where do we go from here

This is my creation for the MM nets gift exchange, for @yadrieljulian​! Happy Holidays, Eleanor! Have some nobell <3

Danna remembered little from her butterfly in the cathedral, its memory having been erased when it died. Only that butterfly had entered the cathedral, but a dozen had been outside, waiting and watching. She couldn’t exactly hear in swarm mode, but she could see, and one sight haunted her as she spent days in her swarm, trapped in her own brain. 

Nova’s face. She’d never seen Nova look so frightened. 

The fear that flashed over her face, although only for a moment, changed her whole opinion of Nova. 

She was scared. 

And although it disappeared moments later, replaced with resolve, it lingered in her eyes. 

And Danna wanted to help. 

She didn’t think she’d ever get used to converging out of her swarm. When the butterfly was trapped she’d tried every hour, her butterflies swirling around in desperation, but each time she’d land, exhausted and discouraged. When she woke up in Ruby’s bed the first thing she’d noticed was the pain. It felt like every cell in her body was dying. Every breath ached, but through her pain, she managed to whisper a few words to Ruby, who stood over her, water and a damp cloth in hand.

“Where’s Nova?”

Ruby only shrugged. “Probably at her house, maybe HQ? She’s been spending a lot more time there since Max got hurt. Adrian really wanted her help finding Nightmare, and I think she’s worried about Max.”

A twinge of jealousy surfaced in her heart. She knew that Adrian liked Nova. Everyone knew, including Nova. She had always been relatively indifferent, but the news that they were working together hurt more than she wanted it to. 

As much as she hated Nightmare, she couldn’t hate Nova, and she didn’t want to jeopardize her relationship with Adrian. Danna knew that Nova’s secret would destroy Adrian. Nightmare’s case was so closely intertwined with his family that there was no way things could end well between them. 

Danna was lost in her thoughts and didn’t notice that Ruby was watching her until Ruby cleared her throat. 

“Why?”

She contemplated her options. She knew that Ruby wouldn’t directly tell anyone if Danna asked her to keep it a secret, but she wasn’t the best actor, and Oscar and Adrian would definitely notice something was up. But Nova needed help, and Danna was a smooth liar. 

“If I tell you, will you promise not to tell anyone? And I mean anyone. Not your family, not Oscar, and definitely not Adrian.”

“I promise.” She held out her pinky, her expression dead serious. Danna rolled her eyes but linked her pinky with Ruby’s. 

“Nova is Nightmare.”

 Ruby gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth. 

“Everything okay in here?” Ruby’s mom poked her head into the room. 

Ruby’s eyes were still wide, but she dropped her hand and waved her mom away. “Everything’s fine.” 

“Anything I can get you, dear?” Ruby’s mom turned her gaze to Danna, her eyebrows scrunched in concern. 

Danna grabbed the glass on Ruby’s bedside table, taking a sip. “I’m fine. Thank you so much for your hospitality, I know it was a lot of trouble.”

“It was nothing. I’m glad you’re all right! We were all so worried.” 

“Bye mom!” She escorted her mom to the door and shut it firmly behind her, pressing her hand to her mouth once again. 

“I know. It’s crazy, but she’s not the bad guy. You should have seen her face. She’s scared, Ruby. I don’t think she wants to be one of them, or she’s too scared to leave. They’re manipulating her, and I want to help.” 

“But, Max- why would she-” 

“I don’t know, but Genissa was the one that reported it, and I don’t trust anything she says. I’m giving Nova the benefit of the doubt until she proves otherwise.”

Ruby laughed. “Are you sure you don’t want to help her just because she’s pretty?”

“Ruby!” Danna blushed. “That’s beside the point. She’s been misled.”

“I was joking. I agree we should help her. What’s the first move?

“I want to talk to her. Tell her what I know, that I want to help, and that I won’t tell anyone, as long as she tells me everything.” She moved to stand, but her knee buckled and she almost landed face-first on the floor. 

“First, you’re going to eat and drink and take a long nap. You need to rest, Danna. You’ve never stayed in swarm mode that long, and you don’t know what effect it’s had yet.” 

“I’m not taking a nap. This is time-sensitive. I need to talk to her now before she does something she’ll regret. Or worse, before she’s discovered.”

“...Fine. But I’m driving. You are not walking and definitely not transforming. And we’re picking up food on the way.”

“Curly fries?”

“You know it.”

Ruby dropped her off in front of Headquarters. Danna slipped through the doors, and up the stairs, heading up to the artifaacts department. She poked her head in, giving the room a once-over. Callum noticed her, and a smile consumed his face.

“Monarch! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you here. What can I do for you today?” 

“Hey, Callum. Is Nova here? I need to talk to her.” 

He shook his head.

“I think she’s-” He paused, squinting at her. “Oh. You know, don’t you?” 

Danna started. Callum never ceased to surprise her. She wasn’t surprised that he knew, but she was surprised that he’d never said anything. Callum was as loyal as they came in the Renegades. But he was loyal to his friends, too. 

“Yeah. I know. And I’m worried about her. I know she’s a villain, but I really don’t think she’s a bad person.”

“She’s not. I’ve known since the night she broke in, and honestly, she might know that I know.”

“They’re manipulating her, and she doesn’t even know it. I want to help her.”

Callum nodded. “I think she’s in her office. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

Danna made her way the door. “Thanks.”

He waved. “Good luck!”

Taking the stairs to avoid any unwelcome company in the elevator, Danna made her way up to the third floor and through the maze of cubicles towards the large window Nova’s office space was nestled against. 

Nova was glued to her computer, typing and clicking away feverishly. Danna leaned against the entry, waiting for her to notice. When she didn’t, Danna cleared her throat. She jumped, spinning in her chair to face Danna. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, Danna! I didn’t know you were back. Are you okay?” Her voice was higher than usual, and she could barely meet Danna’s eyes. 

“Nova, I know.” 

She straightened, looking past Danna, possibly planning an escape. 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I know, Nova.”

“What are you doing, Danna?”

“I want to help you.” She held out her hand. Nova only stared at it. 

“You want to… help? Danna, what?” 

“Not like that. I want to help you. Please, just come with me.”

Nova took her hand and let Danna led her down the stairs and out the doors. They walked down the street towards the park where the Sidekick Olympics were held. 

“Danna…” 

“Just wait.” They walked along the path, until Nova gasped and dragged her along, until they entered a small glen with a large statue in the center. 

“Whoa,” Danna gasped. Nova ignored her, sitting on a mossy rock close to the entrance, pulling her knees to her chest. She stared at Danna, waiting for her to speak. 

Danna sat next to her, their legs just barely touching. Nova scooted away a little, turning an accusing glare onto her. 

“So. You know.”

“I know.” 

She tensed, her fists clenched in preparation for an attack. 

“I want to help you, Nova. They’re abusing you. You’re the victim. You need to get away from them.”

“They’re my family, Danna. They’re all I have left.”

“They’re using you, Nova. You’re just too stubborn to admit it. Just tell me what’s going on. Why are you with them?”

Nova watched her, her eyes roaming Danna’s face, perhaps searching for the sincerity that Danna hoped was apparent. Her eyes even skimmed over her lips, focusing there for only a second before snapping up to her eyes.

“The Renegades let my parents die. They promised us protection and they lied. I watched them die in front of me, their blood splattering against my face. I heard my baby sister’s cries silenced by a gunshot knowing that if I had been stronger or smarter or faster I could have saved her.” She paused, burying her face in her hands to hide the tears streaming down her face. Danna’s heart broke with every word Nova managed to choke out. 

“I’m so sorry, Nova.” 

Nova say up, wiping the tears from her eyes and glaring at Danna, scooting away from her. 

 “I hid in the closet waiting for the Renegades to come to save me, even though it was too late for my family. I put the hitman to sleep when he came after me. I waited for hours whispering that the Renegades will come, because they always come, don’t they? That’s their job. But they didn’t. And you know who did? My uncle. Ace Anarchy. He saved me, raised me. The Renegades aren’t perfect. They aren’t even good. They’re corrupt and society would be better without them.” She broke down again, not even attempting to pull away when Danna wrapped her arms around her. Danna held her for a while, letting her cry in her arms. Nova eventually pulled away, meeting Danna’s eyes. Nova’s brown eyes were sparkling from her tears, her face an inch away from Danna’s. Her heart fluttered. Nova wasn’t pulling away, and if anything, she was leaning closer. Danna’s heart was pounding in her chest, so loudly that she was sure Nova could hear it. She held Nova’s gaze, her lips parting slowly. Nova leaned forward, brushing her lips against Danna’s. She sighed, melting into the kiss. 

Nova pulled away, much sooner than Danna wished. 

“I- I’m sorry,” Nova whispered. “I know you don’t like me like that, and even if you did, I’m an anarchist and-”

Danna cupped her cheek and pressed her lips to Nova’s once again, pulling her close. Nova gasped, and the sound sent electricity coursing through her veins. 

Danna pulled away, her forhead resting against Nova’s. 

“I definitely do like you that way.”

Nova only nodded, her eyes focused on her lips. 

“And I don’t think you’re an anarchist. You may not be a renegade, but you’re not an anarchist.”

“What am I, if not one of them. I can’t be alone again. Never again,” she whispered. 

“You’re not alone.” Danna ran her thumb under Nova’s eye, brushing away the tear that remained. “You’re our only hope.”

[doubled-trouble]

two hearts on the line

The summer is over and Luz has to go home. Her goodbyes are painful, the people she had met became her family, and now she’s leaving, not knowing when she would be back, or if she could ever return. She spends her last days with her friends. They travel the Boiling Isles, making as many memories as they can, collecting souvenirs to remember their times together. Luz has been keeping track of the time since she first decided to stay, ensuring that she doesn’t miss the day she’s meant to return from camp. She dreads the day she has to leave, and as she slowly packs up her belongings tears start to form in her eyes. She doesn’t want to leave, but if her mother ever finds out- Luz shakes her head, clearing the thought from her head. Her mother won’t find out. Why should she? Even if Luz lets something slip about the realm of witches and demons, her mother would assume it’s another one of her fantasies.

Luz spends her last week saying goodbye. She drags her friends to every corner of the Isles. She knows she’ll never know everything about this magical world, but she wants to remember as much as she can. Her phone fills up with pictures, and she finds herself deleting her pictures from before the summer just to make room.

The final goodbye is the worst. Eda surprises her by pulling her into the tightest hug she’s

ever felt, saying nothing as the minutes dragged on. King joins them, followed by Willow and Gus. Amity stands off to the side, watching them with hesitant eyes. Luz notices her hesitation, and gestures through her tears. Amity’s thin arms wrap around them, and they all wait for Luz to pull away, but she doesn’t.  She d0esn’t want to, but her time is up. She has to go home.

Home.

Luz finds herself contemplating that word more and more as her time in the Boiling Isles draws to its close. She may have never fit in her world, but it is her home. It's where her mom is, where she grew up. But, after careful consideration, she realises that the Boiling Isles is her home too. She can have two homes. The people she met here were her family, and she will never forget them.

Luz pulls away, and the crowd of teary-eyed individuals disperses. Eda’s mismatched eyes are shining with unshed tears, and her voice shakes as she holds a bag out to Luz.

“Here you go, kid. A couple of things to remember us by.”

“Eda…”

“Kid, if you say one more word-” Her voice breaks a little, and she turns away, covering her face.

Luz smiles, but her next sentence is interrupted by Amity.

“Hey, Luz. Can I talk to you? Alone?”

She nods, letting Amity lead her away from the group.

There’s something in Amity’s face that Luz has been seeing more and more often. She’s nervous, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks. A knot settles in Luz’s stomach. She knows what’s coming. She had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s too late.

“Luz, I-”

“Amity….”

“I love you. I love you, Luz. I wasn’t sure before, but you’re leaving and I know now and I love you. I had to tell you, I have to-”

“Amity, I’m leaving. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back. Portals are hard to find, and Eda’s was destroyed. We have different lives. You’ll become one of the most powerful witches on the Boiling Isles, and I’ll live my human life.”

“Luz, please.”

“I’m sorry, Amity. If things were different... but it’s not fair to either of us. You deserve to be happy, to love someone who is always there.”

“Luz, wait, please, I-”

But Luz is already gone, her shoulders slumped. She only turns back once, offering Amity a small smile and wave.

Amity can’t move. She knows that nothing could ever come of them, but to be brushed off like that, as if it didn’t matter, as if there was no chance at all- it hurts.

It hurts more than anything had ever hurt her before.

It hurts more than all the harsh words from her parents. It hurt more than the birthday where her friendship with Willow was shattered.

She can’t move. So she just stands there, watching as Luz says her tearful goodbyes and accepts her bag from Eda. The portal they had worked so hard to create opens, and Luz waves from the doorway.

“I love you.” Amity whispers. No one hears her. The others all break down, heading back to the Owl House to comfort each other. Amity is rooted in her spot, unable to move. She stares at the spot the portal occupied moments ago, before it swallowed Luz, and with her, all of her hopes and dreams.

Amity doesn’t cry until she’s safely in her room, the door latched and locked. She throws herself onto the bed, burying her head in the pillow as all her feelings flow out in salty tears. Was she so naive to think that Luz would love her back? That she would stay, if only for a little while? That they would have a chance, no matter how short or miniscule.

Her sobs grow quieter, and her eyelids droop. She ignores the quiet knocks on her door, and even when they grow louder she doesn’t answer. Amity lays on her side, feigning sleep as the door creaks open. Footsteps pad through the room, muffled by the rug. A blanket is pulled over her, and she tries to steady her breathing. Only as the footsteps retreat does she open her eyes, attempting to catch a glimpse of the person, but her vision is blurry with tears and she’s exhausted. Her eyes flicker shut again and she falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Luz finds herself in the same forest where the portal first appeared. The wind rustles through the leaves as she makes her way back home.

When Eda’s portal first was lost, Luz sent the video she recorded to her mom. Too scared for a response, she muted the thread. But when she was finally ready to check, her phone was dead, with no means to charge it. They had tried for weeks to make another portal, to find another portal, anything to allow Luz to talk to her mom. But their luck ran out, and Luz was left wondering.

Her mom doesn’t see her at first, her back is turned, watching the road where the distinct sound of a retreating bus can be heard.

“Mamá?”

Camila spins around. “Luz?”

She runs to her mom, throwing her arms around her.

“Te extrañe mucho, mamá.”

“Oh, Luz. I missed you too. So much. The video you sent me, what-?”

“I’ll tell you everything, te prometo. Can we go home first?” Her head is spinning, still unable to process everything that has happened today. Leaving. Amity. Home.

She takes her mother’s hand, leading her back home. She sets her bag down by the table and sits in her old spot, some of her old runes in her hand and her phone charging nearby.

“Are you hungry?” Luz nods. Human food is strange to her now, but she eats it with relish. Another  reminder that she’s home.

Once she’s done, her mom sits down in front of her, her hands clasped on the table in anticipation. Luz takes a deep breath, her photo gallery open, runes spread out in front of her, and tells her story.

(part one of ?)

[universesweetheart]

Birthday Gift (Dazai x Reader)

In which it's Osamu's birthday

Is it his bday? No, but do I want to write and post this? Fuck yes. So enjoy you virgins

Read my other Dazai's oneshot here, here, here & here :]

Bye now - Mars ♡

“Bella?” Dazai called out as he entered the room. Dazai has had a whirlpool of devasting thoughts when you didn’t pick up his call. This was a first, you were always so willing to hear from him. To talk with him. He couldn’t help but be worried when you didn’t. Afterall, he was now accustomed to your affections. He even shamelessly sought them out. So imagine his surprised when he called his Bella and she didn’t pick up and greet him with that sweet sweet voice that made him rock hard in an instant.

“Kitchen, love” your sweet voice called out to him, like the riches of honey pouring over his raw soul. Without hesitation he found himself rushing to the kitchen, only to internally gasped when he saw the sight in front of him. Heart like a wild beast confined by his very ribs, trying to leap out of his chest.

You, his belladonna, were in pajamas pants with a bralette loosely covered by a Kiss the Chef apron. In front of you on the island counter there was a cake, the icing only of a white layer and when his eyes caught hold of the multiple colors in different bowls, he guessed it was unfinished.

“I guess it won’t be much of a surprise then,” you laughed, “that’s fine though” placing down your piping bag you closed the distance between the two of you and greeted your boyfriend with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I missed you today, Osamu” you kissed his lips, “So much,” you kissed his lips again.

“Mm”

You loved kissing Dazai, you loved showing Dazai affection and receiving affection from Dazai. You felt safe and secure whenever you were with him. His lips were the softest plush heaven you’ve ever felt. To have access to such divinity, to have it be yours made you feel like the goddess you were. Even the thought of Dazai brought you a sense of warmth. Oh, how you loved this man.

Dazai, of course, willingly kissed you back repeatedly. How could he ever be tired of your affections? Of your kisses? Of you? He felt like a man that just had a sip of water after days of going without it. “Why didn’t you pick up earlier? I got worried” he pouted but you saw the genuine concern within the depts of his brown eyes. Beautiful brown eyes. Milky chocolate pool of richness.

Your face beamed as a bright smile overtook it, “Promise you won’t laugh” you kissed the corner of his mouth, arms still secured around his figure, “I didn’t want to get my phone messy” you giggled, “Sorry if I worried you, love, wasn’t my intention.” Eyes crinkled as you smiled.

Dazai let out a breath, chuckling “what am I going to do with you?” his arms found your waist bringing you closer to his body. As a result, you felt your breast pressed up against his chest.

“Hmm well for starters, help me finish this cake” you suggested, “What’s it for?”

“Osamu Dazai,” you said sternly, and a childlike smile crept up on his face, his handsome face that you could stare at forever. “Your birthday, old man”

“Ah, that was today? It must have slipped my mind” he thought out loud. Truth was, he remembered it quite well, he just hated the idea of celebrating his birth into this god forsaken world. Life wasn’t worth celebrating to him, not his at least. He’d celebrate yours everyday of the year if you let him.

You kissed his lips again, “I know you dislike celebrating it, but I thought a cake would be nice, mostly because I wanted cake” and in a singsong voice “Plus I got you a gift,” another kiss, “and… another gift too”

As he eyed you, a smirk found itself onto his lips, leaning down he kissed you biting your bottom lip in the process of pulling away. “Must you always tease Bella?” his hand found it’s path lower onto the curve of your ass; squeezing it. Kneading the soft fat, pushing, and pulling and gripping and jiggling it. Gods, he was obsessed with your sweet ass.

“I don’t know what you mean babe” you reached up to kiss him for the millionth time since he came but he pulled away. Standing at his full height. Cheeky bastard. You tiptoed and placed your hands around his neck, bullying your way into his space to steal yet another kiss. “Don’t deny me of these lips, baby”

Your lips left his and went to his jaw, and then lower to his neck and when you bit down on that sweet spot, he found himself groaning. Hands automatically squeezing your ass harder. “Such a tease” he mumbled in between gasps as you kept sucking and biting his neck. No doubt leaving a trail of purple marks that will later birth hickeys.

“So which present do you want first?” you asked staring at his lust filled eyes. The gods knew what they were doing when they made this special face of your lover.

“The gift…the gift” he smiled and sought out your lips again, swallowing your words of praise.

“What about finishing this cake?”

“I want another cake” Dazai scooped you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, “can wait” he mumbled as his mouth found your neck. Licking, biting and then sucking and the pattern continued from your jaw down to her neck and then your collarbone, and even lower to your breasts.

He walked to the couch and sat down, your bodies close, fitting perfectly, together. “My gift woman”

“Eh? Demands?” you pulled away, your body straddling his thighs, “I’m only letting you off because it’s your birthday and I love you.”

He smiles, “Are you going to keep your birthday boy waiting?” teasing words as his smile stretches into a smirk, “And I love you too, Bella”

Returning his smile with one of your own, you stand up and shimmy down your pajamas pants, revealing your nude bottom half.

Dazai’s eyes beams in excitement, and he licks his lips, “It’s pink for self-indulgent purposes”

He waits for you to explain yourself further, but you don’t. “Take a guess please.”

“Bend over and let me see”

“You’re no fun, at least act surprised”

“Oh Bella, what is it? What is it?” he fakes excitement and smiles as you roll your eyes. Soon enough, he’s pulling you down and holding you down over his lap. Shamelessly ogling your juicy behind. Dazai is not always a patient man, you’ve learned that the hard way. The very hard way.

His hand come down and lands a hard smack on your ass cheek, causing your body to jolt forward and a whine to escape your lips. Rubbing the red flesh and massaging the skin between his fingers, he uses his other hand and spread your ass apart revealing the baby pink jeweled dazzling butt plug stuffing you.

“Happy birthday to me” he whispers and kisses your ass, teeth biting into the plump flesh. A soft whine escaping your lips as your lover bit down on your ass.  

Part 2: here

[chocmarss]

Jesse was one of the oldest clones to be involved with the 501st so it hit me right in the chest when I realised that he was one of Rex’s men in helping Anakin train Ahsoka to fight off their enemies earlier in the war, and Jesse was there trying to kill her under the chip’s orders at the end of S7, where she and Rex were fighting for their lives before they were able to escape in the end. Jesse helped her escape from himself, even if he didn’t know it in the beginning. and ohhhhhh I cannot do this, fellas

[shiftingwithmars]

Scars—Mattheo Riddle fanfic

A/N: I’m absolutely in love with Mattheo/Marcus’ scars so ofc I had to make a fic about it! Summary: Mattheo Riddle has always been insecure about his scars. They reminded him of his past, a past that included his father, which he so desperately wanted to forget. However, his girlfriend doesn’t feel the same.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, slight angst if you squint, mentions of abuse, mentions of fighting, use of Y/N, established relationship, modern AU? please let me know if I missed any.

Song(s) listened to while writing: Kiss My Scars by August Royals.

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You drew stars around my scars

“Y/n?” You glanced up from your book as your name was called, giving Pansy a friendly smile as she approached you. “What’s wrong?” You questioned, noticing her worried expression. “It’s Mattheo. He got into another fight.” Pansy explained, your gaze immediately flickering up to meet hers.

You picked through the crowd, coming to the edge of the sea of students. Theodore and Enzo were struggling to hold Mattheo back, meanwhile Draco and Blaise held Cormac McLaggen out of reach of your boyfriend. Mattheo lunged for Cormac again, but his attempts were cut short as Theodore and Enzo pulled him back. “Say it again, you damn son of a—“ Mattheo’s words were cut short as he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes filled with a mix between shame and surprise.

“What’s wrong? Don’t want your little girlfriend to watch me beat your ass?” Cormac taunted, and Mattheo’s expression filled with rage once more. He began to surge forward again, but your hand on his chest stopped him. “Leave it, Matty. He’s not worth it.” You said softly, meeting his eyes with a look of sympathy and worry. “Yeah, listen to your girlfriend, Matty.” Cormac taunted.

You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, your grip firm as you pulled Mattheo away, ignoring Cormac’s taunting calls as you two left. You headed back to your dorm, closing the door behind you two and sitting on your bed. Mattheo sat down beside you, staring at the ground. He still looked angry, but now he also looked……sad? “Alright, what happened?” You asked softly, brushing a loose curl from Mattheo’s eyes.

“It’s nothing.” Mattheo responded, brushing off your attempts to comfort him. “Matty, it’s clearly not nothing. What happened?” You asked again, gently pulling him closer. Mattheo slowly glanced up at the mirror in the corner of the room, his expression full of pain. “Cormac said some things he shouldn’t have, okay? Just leave it. Please.” You ignored his plead, gently taking his face in your hands. “What’s wrong? Seriously, don’t just brush me off.”

A Mattheo sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “My scars…” Mattheo trailed off, inhaling sharply before continuing. “Cormac called them disgusting. He wouldn’t shut up about them, and I just couldn’t stand it…” Mattheo trailed off once more, closing his eyes as a tear ran down his cheek.

You gently reached out and brushed the tear from his cheek, your expression soft as you curled up beside him. “Cormac is wrong. Your scars are beautiful, Mattheo.” Mattheo scoffed, rolling his eyes. “How are they beautiful? My father gave them to me.” He huffed. “I know. But they’re proof that you survived.” You said softly, gently kissing the scar on his left cheek. Mattheo sighed, letting his eyes flutter closed at the contact.

You smiled as you grabbed a marker from your nightstand, rolling up Mattheo’s sleeves. His expression filled with confusion as you uncapped the marker, and he pulled away from you. “What are you doing?” He questioned, his brow quirked with confusion. “Just trust me.” You said softly, gently pulling him back towards you.

You held his arm still as you began to draw, your touch light and gentle. Gentle patterns repeated as you moved across his arm, pulling away when you were finished to admire your work. Mattheo stared at his arms, his eyes wide with admiration. You drew hearts around his scars.

Mattheo just stared at his arm with a look of amazement. “I love you…” he said softly, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Trust me, idiot, I know.”

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A/N: Due to some recent things I’ve seen, I cut the “Cardigan” by Taylor Swift reference out of the fic. I do not support Taylor, and I felt it wasn’t a good idea to include her in a fic about someone suffering from abuse after the very ableist things she’s done.

[rexsterss]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

Tagged by @whiskygoldwings! ✨

From where he remains hunched on his stool, Jesse jerks one shoulder into a halfhearted shrug. “Nine years feels a whole lot longer these days.”

Gonna be a happy AU, I miss writing him 😌

No pressure tagging: @omaano @aerjnn @nooneherebutusghosts @binkyisonline @cacodaemonia and whoever wants to join!

[chocomars]

Remembering that time when someone called my old man Rex and old lady Ahsoka art meemaw and poppops i’m still thinking about it once in a while. It’s like. It’s something you’d say about them decades later. You’d tell the new people moving into the neighbourhood about the old couple who retired in this town when you’re introducing them around and be like, Meemaw and Poppops down the road, yeah, they’re both from the Clone Wars era. Super old, yeah. Poppops sometimes bakes some bread and goes outside to sit on his chair while he waits for Meemaw to come back. Where does she go? Dunno, we never ask, but what we do know is that when she comes back, Poppops gets real happy about it. Sometimes they say insane shit the same way people who have gone too many awful things say insane things. They’re off their rocker most times because of that. They tell awesome stories though. I especially like the one when Meemaw used to punt Poppops into the skies. Hm? Oh, you’ll hear about that once you meet ‘em, Meemaw loves to retell that story even if Poppops grumbles about it. He jokes, but he’s a sucker for her so, he doesn’t really mind, I guess

[marsthegaymer]

Promises

Mommy! Lady Dimitrescu x Little! Reader

Warning(s): Age regression, angst, yelling, fluff in the next part.

a/n: This will be in two parts. I had fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary:

What happens when Alcina runs out of promises?

Y/N’s pov

I wake up to a cold empty bed. Where’s my mommy? I pull off the covers and grab (your favorite stuffie). I hold them close to my chest as I go around looking for her. “Mommy” I call softly. I hear the padding of my feet as I walk down the long hallway. I per into one of the rooms. “Mommy? Are u in here” I ask but she’s not there. I eventually find her in her study. I walk up to her. “Mommy” I call her name. She looks up at me and smiles. “What are you doing up little one” she asks. “ I woke up an chu not dere” I say quietly. “Mommy has work I need to do” she sighs. “ I know mommy I just wan chu” I say. She sighs before getting up. “Come on little one. Back to bed” she says holding her hand out. I hold her hand and cling to her side. She walks me back to the room and lays me down. 

“Alright little one. No more getting up okay” she asks. “I jus wan chu sweeps wit me” I say. “I won’t go anywhere I’ll be here” mommy says. I cuddle into her and start drifting when she starts playing with my hair. I wake up in the morning to no mommy. I thought she was going to stay with me. I got up from the bed with my stuffie. I walk straight to her study and see her doing more work and I pout. I walk in and go straight up to her. “Hi mommy “ I say softly. “Not right now, I’m busy” she says going through papers. “But mommy, I hungy. An I wan chu” I say even softer. “Mommy’s really busy right now. Have the maids make you something. “Okay mommy. Can chu pway water” I ask her. “Yeah, whatever. Just let me work” she says.

I walk out and down the hallway. I walk into the kitchen. And she Bela messing with one of the maids. She turns her head to me and smiles. “Hey there little one” she says softly and flies over to me. “How’s my favorite little bug” she asks putting hair behind my ear. “Gud I jus hungy” I replied. “We’ll have to fix that yeah?” She says turning to the maid. “ chocolate pancakes and strawberries will do” she orders the maid. She turns to me and smiles. “ why don’t you hang out with mom” she asks. “She busy so I cant” I say a little quiet. “Oh sorry bug. I bet Dani can play” she suggests. I nod and turn around. I walk to Dani’s door. “Dani” I call softly. The door opens and Dani instantly smiles. “Hey there pup” she says sweetly. “Cans we pway “ I ask. “Of course! Come in” she exclaimed. 

After a while the maid comes in with the food. “Tank chu” I say loudly at the maid. “Of course” she says smiling. I eat all of it and continue playing before I start getting sleepy. “Hey, you sleepy little one” Dani asks. I nod as I rub my eyes. “Go tell mom, so she can put you down” she says. I walk back to the study and walk up to mommy. “ Mommy, I sweepy” I say yawning. “ okay, I’ll be there in a second” she says not looking up at me. I nod and walk into the room and plop down on the bed. I wait there for a while before I get up and go back to her. “Mommy” I ask. “Mommy pease I sweepy” I say. She sighs harshly before getting up and walking past me. I run to catch up with her. She gets me ready for a nap in a hurry. As soon as I am tucked in she heads for the door. “Mommy? I fought chu gon stay wit me” I ask. “Mommy has work to do. Mother Miranda Needs mommy to do something’s for her.” She replies. 

“Okie. Can we pway after I wakes up” I ask her and she nods before shutting the door. I lay down excited to play since she hasn’t for a while. I fall asleep pretty easily. I wake up a couple hours later and excitedly getting up. I go straight to the study. “Mommy!!! Are chu weady to pway” I say excitedly and jumping up and down.”not right now Y/N” she says. “But mommy you promised” I whine and keep asking her to play with me. “Y/N” she says firmly and I stop jumping. “I need you to stop coming in here. I said I was working do you not understand simple words” she says harshly. I feel tears pooling in my eyes. “Um…yeah” I was quietly. “Then why can you not listen to simple instructions and not bother me” she says raising her voice. “I-I’m sowwy mommy” I say almost at a whisper. “Excuse me “ she asks harshly. “I just said sowwy” I say with my lip quivering. “Do not have attitude with me “ she says grabbing my arm. She pulls me into the hallway and I fall on the floor crying. “Now leave me be” she says and slams the door. Tears are streaming down my face. Why was mommy being so mean? I knew I didn’t want to be around her. I wanted auntie Donna.

I run to the room sobbing. I grab one of my bags and put a stuffie and my favorite snack and sippy cup with water. I put my shoes and jacket on and walk out the door. I use a map I found to find Donna’s house. I get lost and Duke comes to my rescue. “Ah Y/N, what are you don’t out here all alone” he asks. “Mommy was be mean I wan see auntie Donna.  “ well she lives in that direction “ he says pointing to a gate. “Tank chu duke” I say walking the direction of the gate. “Anytime” he exclaims. I walk down a pathway through the forest. I hear something moving in the bushes. Scared, I start running and eventually get to auntie Donna’s house. I run up to the door and knock repeatedly with tears streaming down my face. The door opens and it’s Angie.

“Y/N! Have you come come to play? Where’s the tall one” she asks. “I ran away” I reply. She lets me in and I walk in the door. Donna comes down the stairs. “Y/N what are you doing here” she asks coming up to me. She notices my tears and rushes up to me. “What happened little one” she asks sweetly. “Mommy no wan pway! She keeps ignoring me and she yelled at me because I bother her” I explain sobbing. “Oh honey” she says hugging me. “Oh jeez, you’re freezing” she exclaims. “Come on little one let’s get you warm” she says softly. She wraps me in blankets on her couch and brings me hot chocolate. “There you go baby. All warm now” she says softly. “Can I has cuddles” I ask and she smiles. “Come here love” she says with her arms out. I climb into her arms and cuddle into her. After a bit I feel myself falling asleep. She strokes my hair to help me fall asleep and I eventually fall into a peaceful sleep.