#the guardian's writing

[guardianofthedawn]

Deity!AU: Speculation

(Trigger warning: slightly suggestive and a touch of swearing.)

 …slowly working down the column, feeling her pulse quicken under his lips, his hands ghosting up and down her sides as if to memorise the dips and grooves of her skin…

“Has anyone noticed the Grandmaster’s mood lately?” The other Lin Kuei warriors glanced over at their green-eyed comrade, some tilting their heads in confusion.

“What mood? He’s got one: pissed,” replied a warrior with three scars above their left eye.

“I mean, he’s not so pissed these days.” The green-eyed warrior sat down next to their scarred comrade. “I mean, I fucked up a training drill pretty bad last week, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you know what he did?” The scarred warrior shrugged. “Nothing!”

 …name falling from her lips like a chant as he mapped out her stomach and breasts with his hands and lips, her hands tangled in his loose hair to hold him in place, blooming marks fuelling his desire further…

“You’re reading too far into it.” A warrior without their mask waved their hand dismissively. “The Grandmaster doesn’t need a reason to switch out his moods, and even if he did he wouldn’t tell us about it.” There was a murmur of muted agreement from the group.

“Do you think it has to do with the changing seasons?” asked the scarred warrior. “It’s not as cold this Winter as it has been.”

“That’s because Grandmaster Scorpion got infected with Chaos toward the end of Summer so it’s taking a while to shake the heat,” replied the maskless warrior. Another murmur of agreement; that had been a rather hairy fight to rescue the Summer god, and while he wouldn’t have admitted it none were more relieved than their Grandmaster that his brother was going to be okay. 

“Do you think the Grandmaster’s getting laid?” The green-eyed warrior smirked at the indignant noises their comrades made.

 …set a rhythm only they could feel, sloppy kisses punctuating the movements where breathy moans and gasps did not, sweat slicked skin glistening in the dim light…

“You’re gross!” The scarred warrior pushed their green-eyed comrade off their seat. “Why the hell would you have us think about the Grandmaster getting laid?!”

“It would explain his muted mood,” quipped the green-eyed warrior, picking themselves up to return to their seat.

“Okay, who would he bed if your theory proves to be true?” The maskless warrior raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“I hadn't gotten that far yet, screw you.”

“Nice comeback.”

“Warriors.” All three of them immediately stood up as Sub-Zero’s deep voice cut short their conversation. “You have new orders at your quarters.”

“We will go immediately, Grandmaster.” The scarred warrior bowed their head and led their comrades toward their living quarters to receive their latest orders.

The green-eyed warrior cast one more glance back at the Grandmaster. “I’m putting money on the Lifegiver in bed with the Grandmaster,” they whispered.

“What? Why?” asked the maskless warrior.

“Because there was a flower petal stuck under his left pauldron.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, there’s flowers in his office if you remember the last time we were in there.” The green-eyed warrior scrunched their nose and sighed disappointedly.

 …world began turning at pace, rocking the two of them to post-ecstasy slumber, content and locked in the other’s embrace.

[hyakunana]

"My friend, my partner… my Guardian."

[seafoamdew]

Wip after wips after wips

[mischievous-thunder]

Flashback scenes? More like a cry your heart out session

[ghost-bxrd]

“This is where you live?”

Jason drops the duffle bag on the counter, “Yeah. It’s no manor, kid. I told you.”

He’s not self conscious. He’s not. This apartment is fuckin’ nice ok? He spent a lot of money on decor and proper kitchenware and furniture and shit.

But Jason also knows that, objectively speaking, it doesn’t hold a candle to Wayne manor and its fifty-something bedrooms. That place is basically its own country.

Bruce nods.

“I like it,” he says solemnly, walking over towards the window to peek through the blinds. The view from up here isn’t exactly panorama level but the building is one of the tallest in Crime Alley and Jason’s apartment is on the top floor, so it does provide a pretty good view of a good portion of the Alley. “It doesn’t feel as empty.”

Jason pauses where he’s resetting the traps and alarms by the door, glancing over his shoulder to where Bruce is starting to tentatively explore the living space and is struck by how violently out of place the boy looks with his rigid posture and elegantly curved eyebrows. Even the plain hoodie, faded hand-me-down jeans and ridiculous wool cap aren’t enough to hide how utterly not Crime Alley born-and-bred he is. Everything about Bruce is basically screaming rich-Bristol-trust-fund-kid.

Which, yeah. Checks out.

Jason clears his throat and clicks the security on, waiting for the small light at the side to switch from green to red.

“Your room’s the one down the hall to the left. Right one is mine. Door at the end of the hall is the bathroom.”

Bruce hikes his backpack up higher on his shoulder, eyes eerily vacant as always, but Jason wants to think that there’s a sliver of curiosity behind that steely gaze anyways as he inclines his head and makes his way down the hall.

As soon as the kid vanishes around the corner Jason allows himself a moment to exhale and run a hand down his face tiredly.

Jesus fucking Christ.

What was he thinking.

How the fuck is he supposed to raise a tiny Bruce Wayne with his older furry counterpart running around Gotham at night hunting criminals? Criminals like Jason?

Nothing. He was thinking nothing. And it’s about to bite him in the ass.

No way can he build a criminal empire and take over the drugs and weapons trade with a traumatized nine year old dependent on him.

God dammit.

[theodaione-incorrect-quotes]

Snape: Potter, I’ve left a letter telling your guardian not to worry— Harry: They won’t. Snape: that you’re safe— Harry: That’ll just depress them. Snape: —and you’ll see them in a few weeks. Harry: Do we have to?

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Alone Time

Adam Warlock x Reader SMUT

Summary: The reader has the Guardian's ship alone for the night and decides to pleasure herself. Little does she know, Adam Warlock returned quicker than expected. When he overhears her down the hall, he barges in.

a/n: I appreciate everyone being excited about this fic, I just got back into writing and it means a lot to be welcomed home with open arms. also I am AWFUL at titling fics sorry lol

warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, oral (m receiving), 18+

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The rest of the Guardians were away celebrating. That meant something rare was happening; you were alone and had the entire ship to yourself. You scouted out the halls and rooms of the ship insuring you were truly alone before heading back to your own room. Once you were for sure it was you and you alone, you scurried back to your room.

You dug through the storage bin on your bedside looking for your small bullet vibrator. Once in hand you peeked out the door once more. No one would be back for hours. You returned back to your bed, shimmying your bottoms off along the way. You got comfortable on the bed before turning the toy on. It vibrated quietly in your hand...

Adam had returned back to the ship quicker than planned. He did not mind leaving the other Guardians. He had been enjoying himself until Rocket got drunk and started picking fights with the locals of the planet they were on. He huffed, planning to go to his room and relax for the rest of the night. Suddenly, your voice echoed through the halls of the ship. The noises you made were foreign to him and he feared something was wrong. He sprinted to your room where you had left the door open.

"Y/N?!" He shouted as he ran into the doorway. His whole body flooded with heat instantly at what he saw. You were sprawled out with the vibrator pressed against your clit. Your bare skin out in the open. He felt the member between his legs jump. "ADAM- Oh my God!" You swore no one else had been on the ship. Were the others close behind him? You attempted to cover yourself with the loose blanket on top of your mattress. "I-I-I'm sorry- I thought someone was doing something to you-" his hands went to cover his face in embarrassment. "CLOSE THE DOOR!" you shouted. He clumsily closed the door with him inside your room. His back was to you now, slightly slumped over with hands still on the door.

Why did he like what he saw? What were you doing exactly? Why did he want you to continue? A millions thoughts crossed his mind.

The room that had previously been filled with the sound of your moans was completely silent. The two of you were heavily breathing. Neither of you dared to speak or look at one another.

Adam slowly turned his head to the side. You could see his eye attempting to glance at you. "What... what were you doing just now?" he swallowed the heavy lump in his throat. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. No one had taught him anything sexual in nature. It was a completely foreign subject to him. Of course he knew what sex was. But to him, it was a way of procreating. Not a way of having fun and being intimate. "I was- um... pleasuring myself," you stumbled over your words. He turned his head more now. He craved another look at your body. "And you... like doing this, correct?" He stared at you the best he could. You nodded at him. He paused. You could tell he was collecting himself. "I've never... never seen anyone do something like that. The noises you were making they- um... I-I-I..." his face was painted with embarrassment.

"Will you show me more...?"

You could not deny the arousal pooling in your stomach. You had liked Adam ever since he joined the Guardians. He tended to linger around you when you all were in a group. Walking you back to your room more often than not. Invitations to go get food were a regular occurrence between you both now. You could not deny the crush you had developed on him. You would catch yourself staring at him when he worked out. The way his muscles flexed and sweat would roll down his body would make you blush. He had the body of a God, he was the perfect man after all. You longed to be around him.

You nodded at him. He crawled on the bed, hovering over you on all fours. There was tension in the silent room, his eyes darted between your face and your covered lower half. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. You stared down away from him. You fiddled with the toy in your hand. A mixture of arousal and embarrassment filled you. "I want you to use it again," his beautiful voice broke the silence. Your eyes shot up to meet his, he stared deeply. His hand went to your cheek caressing you. You lingered in his soft touch. You leaned your body back getting comfortable against your pillows. The blanket left your body, exposing you. His mouth fell open, slightly gasping for air. He stared at your nudity. His member jumped again. You spread your legs, propping them up. You pressed the button turning the small toy on. It found its way to your bundle of nerves. You threw your head back in pleasure. A moan left your lips.

Those noises again. They made him feel things he had never felt before. He wanted to feel what you were feeling. He wanted to make your make those noises. He wanted you.

He rested back on his legs to watch you better. His clothes were growing hot and tight. He wanted nothing more than to join you in your nudity. His hands tugged on the t-shirt he wore. He could deny himself no longer, throwing his shirt to the floor. Sweat painted his golden chest. You stared at his torso. God, he was beautiful. A perfect man made in the image of the Gods.

"M-Me," he blurted while staring at your motions, "I-I want to- please... I want to feel pleasure too." As if you could not getting hotter, another wave of arousal washed over you. He looked so desperate begging in front of you. He was practically on his hands and knees for you. You looked down and saw his erection showing through the thin pants he was wearing. He returned to his previous position, his hands on either side of your body. Nearly pressed firmly against you he begged, "Will you pleasure me, Y/N?" No words could make it to your mouth. They were all stuck in your throat, your jaw hung agape. "Please?" his gravely tone asked.

You crashed your lips into his. A guttural moan left him. He tucked one of his arms under you pulling you flush against him. The room was filled with the sound of you both moaning. You ran your hand down his chest, meeting his throbbing member. He groaned and slumped into you. His eyes scrunched shut and he leaned his head back slightly. You began stroking him through his clothes. Resting his forehead against yours, his mouth hung open. He was breathing deeply, taking in as much air as he could. "Yes," he swallowed, "Yes- Oh Gods, yes. It feels so-so good," he mumbled with a moan.

"I can make you feel even better, Adam," you softly said to him. His eyes shot open. "It's better than this?" he smiled at you. You smiled back, "Only if you want." He nodded quickly. You pushed him into an upright position. You got off the bed into the floor on your knees. Tugging at his pants you told him, "Remove your pants." He fumbled with the waist line, fighting to get them off as quickly as he could. His cock sprung up. He was commando, which surprised you. You admired his hard cock. His hooded eyes stared down at you. His golden chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took. You placed your hands on each of his exposed thighs. A grin painted your face as you stared up at him.

You licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. His fingers gripped the blanket on your bed as he threw his head back. "OH GODS," he moaned deeply. Slowly, you began to put him in your mouth. He was already panting. You met the base of his cock, slowly rising up. Sucking him off with a pop once he left your mouth. You looked back up at him, his eyes were completely blown with lust. His golden locks were falling in his face, his body was covered in sweat. His hand met your hair, petting you softly. "More," he gritted through his teeth. You began to bob up and down on his member. Fingers tangled in your hair, his hips bucked into your mouth. You continued sucking him off, his salty precum taste filled your mouth. Moans and grunts continuously left his mouth.

His leg muscles began to flex and you knew he was close. He began bucking up into your mouth erratically, holding your head in place. He shot into your mouth. You continued to suck on him as he finished. His legs were shaking slightly. "Oh, Y/N," he moaned. You swallowed everything he gave you and rested back on your legs. He fell onto his back, breathing heavily. "That was amazing," he was drunk on post orgasm. You joined him on the bed, cuddling up next to his side.

It was like another wave washed over him. He wanted to hear your noises again. He wanted to make you feel as good as you had made him feel. His free hand searched for the vibrator you had absentmindedly thrown onto the bed. Once he felt it touch his fingers he turned the toy on.

"I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel," his gravelly voice spoke. Your face filled with heat once more. "Adam, you don't ha-" "I want to make you feel good," he was stern. He placed a firm kiss on your lips, urging you to go back to the position you had sat yourself in earlier. You made yourself back to where you were, spreading your legs for him. Adam sat in front of you, holding the vibrator in his hand. He admired you spread out before him. He gently pressed the vibrating toy against your clit, the same place he had seen you put it previously. His name was a moan on your lips as your head fell back on the pillow. The air left his throat when he heard you moan his name. It was heaven to his ears. He began making small circles with the toy on your sensitive nub. You moaned loudly, your hips bucking slightly. He was in love with the sight before him.

You could feel the knot in your stomach about to come undone. You knew you were close. "Put one of your fingers in," you pleaded with him. His eyebrows raised with a slight confusion but curiosity. He eased his middle finger into your opening. He gasped slightly at how warm and wet you were. "Pump it slowly," you moaned. He nodded and began. It felt wonderful. He was so good to have never done anything like this. He found a pace with his finger that was perfect for you. You could feel your orgasm about to wash over you. The knot in your stomach came undone and you moaned his name loudly. You threw your head back as your walls fluttered around his finger. He moaned slightly, trying to catch his breath. He was in awe of you. He wanted to do this with you forever.

He removed his finger slowly, admiring the way it glistened. He laid next to you. You snuggled up against him. You placed a small kiss on his cheek. He smiled, "That was something... I really enjoyed it." You smiled at him, "Me too, Adam." He rested his head on the pillow. "I have never felt so good," he mumbled. You nuzzled your face into him. "I want to feel you do that around me," he admitted. You blushed once more.

You thought about how you could not wait to show him actual sex...

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END

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[murdrdocs]

rocketeer | a. warlock

description. a peek into your budding relationship with adam warlock, soundtracked by the music that follows you through your life

includes. straight fluff that's it, some references to tunes

a/n: playing around with adam as a character .. reader implied to be from earth, also this was a blurb but its long enough to be a mini fic so ,,, that's what it is now. also title is a reference to rocket tehe

word count: 1.2k+

mild gotg3 spoilers!!!

you meet him when rocket's 2000s playlist is playing.

there a general joy spread all across knowhere, each and every being there filled with the adrenaline of the guardians surviving, and saving others along the way, once again. everyone's doing something; dancing, crying, rejoicing, picking up pieces. everyone except him.

he sits on a set of stairs that you know has been coated with bile too many times. he's alone, wrapped in an insulated blanket, and staring at everyone with a sense of longing. your rhythmic steps falter, as does your smile, and your head tilts.

your friend asks what's wrong, you point him out, and his mind is lightyears away because he doesn't notice the obvious gawking from three sets (the extra set your friend has will always be a little off putting for you) of curious eyes. he doesn't notice anything until you're standing above him.

"hi," your wave is just a flare of your hand, small, gentle, as is your smile. his eyes snap up to look at you, wide and yellow and intriguing. it takes him a second but he speaks, although it's quiet and a little hard to hear over florence and the machine.

"salutations."

the formality of it makes your smile widen. "d'you mind if i sit?" you point to the empty space next to him, his gaze following your gesture, and then he's looking back at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"why?"

you shrug, suddenly feeling a little silly, but you suck the feeling down with a large gulp of air. "just cause you seemed a little lonely. loneliness isn't really a thing here on knowhere."

his yellow eyes seem to light up at that. "really?"

not exactly, but you still nod. "really."

he scoots over a smidge to make room for you, even though there's more than enough, and you sit beside him, choosing to ignore the lingering stench of alcohol-induced barf. it's silent for a second, dog days are over ends and seven nation army begins, and then he speaks again.

"i'm adam."

you introduce yourself, starting to notice the way his foot taps along to the bass line. you nod towards the small movement. "you like this sort of music?"

when he shrugs, you can feel the blanket move against your arm and you hadn't realized you two were sitting that close beforehand.

"i don't really know much about music."

"yeah, that'll change here on knowhere, too."

you get closer while rocket is in a 90s kick. there's destiny's child, red hot chili peppers, loads of nirvana, and blur to soundtrack the timidity in the beginning. small "hello"s shared in passing, glances that turn into staring whenever the other isn't looking. talks about meaningless things that are happening on knowhere, just as an excuse to talk to each other at all.

your relationship (lack thereof) with adam feels reminiscent on those movies you would watch back home, telling stories of a boy next door and a girl next door and a painfully slow romance filled with moments that you used to wish would just lead into the big thing.

before he leaves, quill gives you a final word of advice. "stop dancing around it. go for it."

you follow his eye line to adam, who's holding a very confusing looking conversation with one of the kids, and then you look at quill, who's staring down at you like an older, slightly wiser, brother.

"okay?"

"yeah. okay."

he opens up when his favorites are playing. you're teasing him, asking if he finally has artists, genres, songs, anything that he likes. he smiles brightly, like he's been waiting to share this information, and nods eagerly.

"let me show you." the ipod he'd acquired is thrust into your hands and then one end of the flimsy earphones after it. you slip the bud in, listening to the clicks of adam searching for what he wants to show you, and the it starts.

you vaguely recognize it as something that quill passed down to rocket, who tried to pass it down to you, but you don't know it well enough to predict the lyrics before they happen.

the other headphone is placed in one of adam's ears, and he hums to the song. you feel his gaze on yours, waiting for your reaction, and you look to him and smile.

"yeah?" he asks, clearly wanting to know what you thought about it.

"yeah. it's good!"

"right!" and he continues to hum along to the song, clearly wanting to sing it at the top of his lungs and dance around to the beat. the image of what that would look like, of how he would ask you to join in, takes over your mind and adam's voice breaks you from your thought.

"i have just one question though."

"hm?"

"what's disney world?"

and now it's time for your eyes to widen and for you to gasp. you launch into descriptions of 'the happiest place on earth', having to will yourself from telling the entire backstory of the creator and the mystery that exists from his extremely known life. adam seems confused, interested, and like he longs for something like that.

"d'you think we could visit disney world one day?" the odds aren't the best, but you shrug, nod, let the corner of your mouth turn down just a little.

"yeah, maybe."

another solo song by adrian belew starts and then adam tells you about his home, and the sovereign, and his mother. you listen, lowering the volume so you can hear him clearly, and you're there for when tears start to glide down his face.

things change whenever 80s pop is playing.

kraglin had taken over rocket's ipod for the day, resulting in almost every hit from the 80s to play during the entire day.

you'd sung along to most songs, wishing you'd seen adam to tell him about each artist that played. but he'd been gone, not seen by anyone, and you assumed that he'd gone on a mission or something of the sort.

it's late, you're snuggled in bed, the music outside has come to an end but you have your own headphones in to continue listening. wham! plays when there's a knock on your door and you pull down the headphones, lowering george's singing, to open it.

adam stands on the other side, dressed as casual as you've seen him, and his hair sticking up in different places as if he's been messing with it for a while. he looks distressed, and distracted, until you say his name.

"adam? what's wrong?"

and then his large hands are delicately holding your cheeks and his lips are pressed to yours. he freezes with the initial contact, most likely due to a mix of inexperience and shock, but then you start to slowly move your lips against his and he takes the hint to follow your lead. your hands pull at his shirt, urging him to come into your room, and he does as told, kicking the door closed behind him with his foot, giving you a surface that doesn't imply too much to push your back against.

that night, the entire first two albums from wham! play from your headphones while adam kisses you, leaving you to giddily listen to last christmas when you bid him goodbye, his lips a little swollen and a darker hue to his golden cheeks.

[that1notetaker]

Chapter 3 title of Silver & Blue is SAGE ADVICE: MEETING PEOPLE ALONE IN THE WOODS IS AWESOME. A co-written story (@imdeadtiredtm Hi :3) in which Hiccup thinks he's getting stalked and Jack Frost thinks this random civilian really shouldnt be walking around in the middle of nowhere at 3am. Aka; Friendship is magic, Mrs Bennett considers witchcraft as a part-time job, and Lakes are weird.

[guardianofthedawn]

Mer!AU: Little Pearl

(It’s nearly the end of Mer-May and all I’ve done is two things. I needed to fix that.)

(Game: Mortal Kombat 1, 2023. Alternate Universe.)

“Hold on, little pearl…” Tora curled her tail a little tighter around the orb that pulsed with light. “Your papa will be here soon…I hope.” The pulsing lights shone through her fins, which were illuminated white with her worry. She’d sent those messages an hour ago, surely the one to Kuai Liang would’ve -

“Tora!”

“Bi-Han!” The shark mer darted into the cavern and swam straight to his mate, curling his own tail around the flashing pearl. The betta mer pressed a grateful kiss to his cheek. “I was getting worried you weren’t going to make it.”

“Not even death was going to keep me from being at your side, though it nearly came to that.” Bi-Han flicked his head toward a burn mark on his right shoulder. “We owe Kuai Liang and Tomas first caretaker duties.”

“If that’s all they want as a thank you, they can have it.” The pulsing lights began to slowly speed up, indicating the orb was close to opening. Tora chanced a look at her mate’s injury; it was shiny and red, but she suspected the damage was superficial and it looked worse that it probably was. A few tear pearls pricked her eyes at the thought of him being injured for wanting to be present at the hatching of his child.

The shark mer swiped a gentle thumb under her eye, snapping her from her thoughts. “I will be okay, Tora. What matters most is that I’m here now.” Bi-Han used his better arm to bring the betta mer into his embrace as the pulsing lights sped up further. She nodded into his shoulder; she could accept that.

The pulsing lights stopped as the orb was fully luminescent, loud cracking noises filling the space of the cavern. As the orb began to split apart the light grew brighter; one final loud crack, and the light died down to reveal the tiniest mer with jet black hair and a silver tail laying in the two pieces of the orb. She slowly opened her eyes to take in their surroundings, spying her mother and father looking down at her and reaching toward them.

“Hello, little pearl…” Tora slowly lifted the tiny mer into her arms. “Welcome to the world.” The smile on her face was not going to go away any time soon.

“You are as beautiful as your mother, little one,” said Bi-Han, reaching over to stroke the tiny men’s cheeks. A tiny hand grabbed at his fingers, spearing happiness right into his heart. “She’s so small…”

“She looks a lot like her father.” The betta mer lifted her head to press her lips to her mate’s, smile widening as she felt him return the gesture. Once they parted she helped the shark mer to hold their little pearl, her tiny tail twitching against his arm. Bubbles of emotion rose from his chest to his throat, threatening to spill from his lips.

A hand cupped his cheek. “You’re allowed to cry, Bi-Han,” said Tora. “It’s just us here.” The first sob in the longest time finally escaped from the shark mer, the tiny mer hiccuping out some giggles and grabbing at her father’s free hand. Bi-Han refused to stop himself as he passed his little pearl to her mother when she began to fuss, the betta mer lowering the modesty scales on one side of her chest ready to feed. The tiny mer immediately latched at the proffered nipple, suckling earnestly.

“Hopefully this’ll ease that pain I’ve been having in my chest for the last couple of weeks,” Tora commented. Bi-Han wrapped his tail further around his mate’s and pressed his face into her neck as he slowly calmed himself. The reality was finally sinking in, this was real, he was a…

“Yinxue…” he breathed once he trusted his voice again.

“Her name?” the betta mer asked. The shark mer nodded against her skin, turning his head to watch his daughter - oh gods, that felt so good to admit. “It suits her.” Yinxue detached herself from her mother’s breast, and Tora lifted her to her unoccupied shoulder so she could encourage what the tiny mer had consumed to settle.

“I love you,” Bi-Han said.

“I love you too,” the betta mer replied. At the satisfied sound she heard, she brought the now sleepy Yinxue into her arms. “She’s asleep.” Indeed, the little pearl’s eyes were now closed and her breathing had evened, tiny fists resting on her chest.

“Perhaps we should follow her example.” The shark mer curled himself up and gently pulled the betta mer fully into his arms, manoeuvring her so that their daughter was safely nestled between them. Tora tucked her head under his chin and smiled softly, feeling his fingers brush the scales on her arms.

“Who do you think will be more excited to meet their niece?” she asked. Bi-Han hummed as he mulled the question over.

“Perhaps Kuai Liang,” he replied. “He’ll be happy his son now has a cousin.” The betta mer hummed her own response and closed her eyes, feeling her daughter shift between her parents.

[feroluce]

I love the fact that the Silvermane Guards are essentially just a very devoted "We Love Gepard Landau" fanclub, and I desperately need for all of them to get into ship wars about it behind their Captain's back. The soldiers are all split into several factions:

Some of them ship him with Sampo 🛡💣 (enemies to lovers/hateship enjoyers; this does not necessarily mean they like Sampo- in fact it's more like most of them want to sic their Captain on him skzjsmdm)

Some of them ship him with Bronya 👑🛡 (knight and princess trope enjoyers and also a sorta-kinda "that is our mom and dad" type of deal; this faction gets riled up and ridiculously hypes Gepard up to Bronya every time she comes down to the frontlines mskdkxmd)

Some of them ship him with the trailblazer 🛡💫 (the smallest and newest faction, but steadily gaining!)

Some of them ship him with Pela ❄🛡 (workplace romance enjoyers; Gepard once charged out into the Fragmentum alone to save Pela from an expedition gone horribly wrong, and when this faction saw Gepard carrying Pela back princess style they threw a whole party)

Some of them ship him with Dunn 🛡🗡 (also workplace romance; Dunn is very flattered by this because yeah wrong Landau, but wow, the troops really think he's good enough to woo the Captain, what an honor)

And some of them ship themselves with the Captain 🛡❤ (yumejoshi enjoyers; this faction throws a massive group effort every Valentine's Day and are also all very supportive of each other)

The final faction is an odd one, because they're defined not by who they ship their beloved Captain Gepard with, but rather by who they don't ship him with. Their name is generally shortened to the A.B.S. Group- Anybody BUT Sampo 🚫💣 DKSZJJSMSOZ

[purple-babygirl]

fallen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x guardian angel!f!reader

Word count: 1,395

Summary: Steve thought Bucky falling out of that freight train was partially his fault. What if there was another unseen side to the story?

Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of violence including being captured by the war enemy, torture, blood, angel wings snapping, imprisonment, cryo freezing, suffering and nightmares.

A/N: i don't know what i'm doing. I'm sad. i don't even know how I'm gonna continue this story. i have nothing prepared for it. again, I'm just sad. i love you tho.

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Guardian angels, beings as old as time. They exist and protect without getting bored or fed up. They are there even if people have created too many wars until they have stopped believing in them and in gods altogether.

She was the same, and although she wouldn’t know, she was a piece of art. Lilac hair and eyes, skin softer than silk and a voice so sweet it could melt mountains.

She had no name or age. She had a number. Angel number 11 was who she was. She had no family or friends.

But she had a human.

He was assigned to her and she was made for him. Her only purpose as a creature of the light was to look out for him and keep him safe.

What she wasn’t supposed to do though, was fall in love with him.

Unlike her, he had a name. He was James Buchanan Barnes. This handsome, brave, young man who got enlisted and was about to go fight for his country. He was so kind, so charming and so so far away.

She was very worried, her angelic heart only ever knowing these feelings for him, yet confident in her powers. She would never let anything bad happen to James, or Bucky as he liked to be called.

War or not, she had his back. He could walk through fire and she would get him out of there unharmed.

A

Sadly, all of her planning was burnt to ashes when her ‘superiors’ found out about her latent feelings for the human she was assigned to guard since birth.

It has never happened before. Or at least that was what they had said.

It was all the same with each and every one of them. They get assigned to a baby human, be it male or female, they look after the human all their life until they no longer have one and then they move on to another human.

No angel has ever broken the rules, let alone to this extent.

Why did she think she was going to get away with this? Why did she think she was any different? Who did she think she was trying to carelessly cross the clear boundaries?

The night they were sure she had those forbidden feelings for a lesser being, she was chained and temporarily deprived of her powers, and Bucky was captured by the enemy.

They left her alone to wallow in the dark and cry in worry about her beloved, wishing she was strong enough to get out of her shackles and go be with him in this time of war; in his time of need.

When they kept her there for days to give her a chance to have a ‘change of heart’, Bucky was experimented on and tortured by Hydra.

And when she begged, swearing on all things holy that she was past her silly feelings for him and was ready to go back to serving her part and her part alone, Steve had found Bucky and brought him back with him.

She saw the bruises on his face, the dried blood down his ears and she cried and cried until her eyes were out of diamonds.

She blamed herself for being sloppy with her feelings. She had to be careful if she wanted to stay by Bucky’s side. She had to step on her heart and suppress her emotions if she wanted to keep protecting the man she was in love with.

The way she was unknowingly being monitored, however, ruined everything for her and ended her life as she once knew it forever.

Bucky was being the good friend that he was, going with Steve to fight again, looking more courageous and more handsome than any human ever has.

She was so proud of him and her smile wasn’t missable.

They noticed the focus on her face as she made sure the rope Bucky used to descend on the back of the train held up. They noticed her angel heart and how its beats accelerated with every bullet she dodged for him.

They noticed and they had to stop it.

“You lied,” they said, coming prepared with stronger chains to lock her in.

“He needs me. Please let me be with him,” she begged instead of  finding a way to defend herself.

They didn’t care, hands already on her wings and others on her neck.

“It’s over. He’s on his own from now on and it’s your fault.”

They were punishing Bucky for her mistake. He was going to get hurt and it was all because of her stupidity.

“Please, no!”

They didn’t hear her pleas or her cries, or pity her heart-wrenching screams as they snapped both of her wings off her back at once.

The second she fell to her knees, bloodied and broken, Bucky fell off the train, her last sight of him being him trying to reach for Steve’s hand and failing.

“You’re gonna be in there for at least 80 years, better try to forget because when you’re out, he might be gone.” They advised with little sympathy as they threw her inside the dark cave-like cell.

If this was heaven, what was hell supposed to be like? She can’t be feeling her heart get crushed over and over like that in the one place that was supposed to be void of such bitter feelings, could she?

She cried and cried, day and night. The bright lilac of her pupils turning dim and dull.

Has she just caused Bucky’s death? Did she just kill the one man she was created to protect? The one man that had gotten her heart to beat?

Screaming until she couldn’t breathe, she mourned the man she has known and loved all her life.

Nothing mattered anymore. Not her wings or her imprisonment. Nothing made sense without Bucky. Her life didn’t make sense without Bucky’s.

They let him die. They let her watch him die. Her heart ached with the memory for nights on end even though she could still feel their bond as if Bucky was still there. It was weaker, but it was present.

She became quieter as the years passed, no longer singing or screaming or even talking. The heavens didn’t miss her though, but James sure did. They had too many of her kind, but James only had her. Such thoughts would attack her every night year after year until she would cry herself to exhaustion every night, eventually losing sense of time.

20 years later, she started having nightmares. Terrible, horrendous dreams of her long-missed beloved hurting others.

Her once gentlemanly, well-mannered, kind man was now ending lives in cold blood in her nightmares.

James looked different. His hair was longer, his face grimmer, his eyes darker and his left arm shinier. His warm gaze was replaced by a dead one she never knew.

Had she not known him with her heart before her eyes, she might have not recognized him.

She knew it was her James. She could feel him. She could never forget him even if she wanted to.

Their bond felt strained, weighed down and suffocated. She had no idea what that meant. She thought she was turning crazy, her mind conjuring up an evil version of James to make her fear him or hatr him or leave her memories of him behind for good.

But she would never. Let her turn crazy, she was still going to be in love with James until her last breath no matter what.

Another 50 years and her nightmares have been recurring visions that she was used to, and even waited for.

Any glimpse of James was welcome even if he was acting nothing like the James she had known and loved.

The hardest visions where the ones where she saw him get hurt, his pained screams pulling her heart out and shattering it.

It all felt so real and that made her hate it all more.

It took her a while but she eventually figured out that James was still alive. She didn’t understand how he didn’t age until the cryo-chamber visions came on. Her heart ached for him, bled and sobbed inside her chest for the man who was suffering because she couldn’t be there to protect him; because she let both herself and him fall.

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[whereserpentswalk]

You saw an angel shopping at a convenience store. They were just sort of hanging out. It's actually a myth that all angels are less powerful than all gods, or all serve them. Angels exist to uphold cosmic law, while gods are powerful entities but are free to do what they will with that power.

Anyway, you end up going up to the angel and talking to them. It's slightly awkward at first. You expected them to be both more humanoid and more divine. They have a doll like body, made out of white hard plastic with obvious joints, their wings are made out of pure light, and they have black hair and glowing yellow eyes. They're only wearing a t shirt and baseball hat, nothing else. They seem incredibly uncomfortable being here.

You end up saying hi though, and asking them how they're doing. You realize it's not normal to talk to strangers like that but you're doing it. They seem a bit afraid to talk, but eventually you ask them if they're ok talking, and they say yes, and become ok with it. You offer them an apple, they say it's pretty but they can't eat, and they'll watch over it until it dies.

After talking for a bit they start talking with their boss, whose a very powerful angelic knight. They're negotiating with the fae again, and they need to buy some things that fae like, and they were sent to earth for the first time because thats where things are cheapest. They take this task very seriously, in angel culture one is only valued by their ability to serve their angelic duties, no other entitiy of the cosmos has a culture of such strictness. You show them some things you think might work. The apple was one of them apparently.

You end up complaining about your boss a bit. The angel asks you where you work and you point to the office building across the street from you. The angel said that they found the massive glass towers on earth pretty, that only human cities have them, and they didn't know what they were for. You've never thought of the place you worked as pretty.

The angel asks if you're a boy or a girl in a slightly awkward way eventually, and you explain that you're neither, just like them. They're a bit confused, because they thought humans had two sexes, but you explain that you chose the form you now inhabit. They tell you they would choose to be female if angels were allowed to. They tell you some demons who used to be angels chose genders, but that they'd rather die then fall so it'll never happen to them.

Eventually you have to say goodbye to them. They give you their number, it's an irrational number but your phone will call it all the same. You ask to take a photo of them, and they let you, they ask why and you tell them they're pretty. They became weirdly happy about that. You don't think angels call eachother things like pretty, especially not for just existing, for just being there. When you hug them their body is strangley cold, you remember they're closer to a machine than a human in how their body works, it's strangely calming and refreshing just to touch them. Mabye soon you can touch them again.

[nemaliwrites]

I keep thinking about how Adrien would be different if he were mister bug from the beginning rather than chat noir - here is an attempt to gather my Thoughts

You are Adrien Agreste.

You have never lived a life where you are free; you have never lived, period. People look at you, and they see what they want to see. They see the plastic smile on your face, one you have perfected over the years. They see your perfect hair, your perfect face. The clothes they dress you in have more personality than you do.

And then one day comes a man who sees you.

He hands you a box — earrings inside, but it’s more than that. What he hands you is responsibility. Trust. The ability to actually be someone.

There is a partner with you; a girl you don’t love. You could have, perhaps, if things were different.

(If there weren’t already another in your heart: someone who hates you, yes, but inspires you to be a better person every day. Who inspires you to put on those earrings, take up your yo-yo, and do the right thing)

She is wild, amazing, black cat through and through. But where she is wild, you are restrained. This is the biggest, the only responsibility you have ever been given. The last thing you want to do is give it up.

Your partner, she tells you, is the opposite. Her entire life has been nothing but responsibility. It’s different, she thinks, to let someone else take the lead for once. To listen instead of command.

Different, you repeat. Does that mean bad?

No, she tells you with a smile. Just different.

The akumas you fight are difficult, of course — but in a way, you’re used to it. In a way, your whole life is nothing but a series of akuma battles.

Wait. Listen. Find the simplest way out of things; the way that saves the most people. And now, you have your ladybugs to set things right in a way you have never been able to before.

Duty makes your shoulders heavier, your mouth set. But that’s not a bad thing. Just different.

Maybe this is who you were always meant to be.

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[guardianofthedawn]

A Symbol Of Our Union

(Two of my favourite games? In one story? It's more likely than you think.)

(Games: Pokemon, Mortal Kombat 1, 2023. Alternate Universe)

The final bell rang, announcing that class had begun. Seventeen students hurriedly took their seats in the arena’s stands, chattering excitedly about the guest Trainer the Grandmaster had organised for them. He’d given nothing away about their identity; all they knew was they were retired from the Contest circuit and taught Contest skills to those who wanted to learn. They were stupid criteria, really.

“Good day, students.”

“Good day, Grandmaster.” Bi-Han strode to the edge of the arena, his Glaceon trotting happily beside him. His face was softened from its usual scowl but it was no less indifferent. “I apologise to you all, our guest is running a few minutes late.”

A student who trained a Vanillite raised their hand. “Grandmaster, could you please tell us more about the special guest?” The Ice-type Gym Leader brought a hand up to scratch at his chin in mock thought.

“I think I have given you enough clues to the identity of our guest - excuse me.” He pulled his buzzing phone from his pocket, the Rotom inside blinking with each vibration. “Hello? Yes…yes…very well…indeed. See you soon.” Repocketing the device, he sat in the stands with the students. “Keep your eyes on the entrance to the arena.” Seventeen pairs of eyes followed the instruction as a spotlight was shone on the entrance.

It took minutes for something to happen. A large shadow inched closer to the spotlight, moving at a steady pace. The light revealed the shadow to be a Drapion, fangs and armour gleaming in the artificial light. Sitting on the Ogre Scorpion’s back was a familiar face that made many of the students gasp in awe, some swallowing their squeals.

“Hello, everyone.” Tora dismounted her Drapion and reached up to pat its neck. Drapion hummed in appreciation and leaned its head down to accept more of the touches.

“Good day, Tora,” the class replied.

“Today’s session will be an exercise in getting the most out of your Pokémon’s abilities in the context of a Contest,” Bi-Han explained.

“Hopefully I won’t be talking for too long before we get you starting out with some small exercises.” Tora returned Drapion to its Pokeball. “Think about some of your favourite Contestants, or even some of your favourite Trainers. What sort of things would you say they had in common?” The students murmured amongst each other, stumped by the question.

A brave student with a Rolycoly raised their hand. “Their Pokémon know cool moves?” Their friends nodded in agreement.

“If that were all it was about, Grandmaster Sub-Zero would’ve taken the class himself.” The former Contestant shot a glance at the Gym Leader, who offered a smirk in response. “What other things would those Trainers have in common? Call them out to me.” Bi-Han noticed she was running a finger over a particular Pokeball on her belt.

The next answers came quickly. “Many years of training?”

“Access to good catching spots?”

“A connection with their Pokémon?”

Tora pointed to the student with a sleeping Pikipek in front of them. “There it is, I was waiting for that one!” The student smiled and blushed. “Regardless of whether you go into the battle circuit or the Contest circuit, you won’t get far without a positive connection with your Pokémon. There are some Pokémon that need that positive connection in order to evolve, like this one.” She plucked the ball from her belt and opened it up.

“Whoa!” Bi-Han’s eyes widened slightly as the light died down to reveal a pure white Pokémon, with bright blue eyes and a fuzzy collar around its neck. Two fluffy antenna extended from its head above its eyes and matched the glittering wings it flapped softly to keep it in the air.

“Does anyone know who this Pokémon is?” The Gym Leader turned to the class, who looked between each other. “This is a Frosmoth, a Pokémon that can only evolve if it has a high connection with its Trainer.” The Frost Moth Pokémon quivered its wings, scattering fine snowflakes to the ground.

“Frosmoth, do you think these students would like to see a demonstration of a Contest performance?” Tora asked. Frosmoth trilled a noise that sounded as if it was unsure, matching the teasing tone of its Trainer. The students began to raise their voices in pleading, and were silenced when Bi-Han raised his hand.

“Miss Tora, may we please see you and Frosmoth perform?” The brave Trainer with the Rolycoly raised their hand again.

“Well…” The former Contestant blushed again at the stare from the Gym Leader, masking it with a rub of her cheeks. “I suppose that wouldn’t hurt. Frosmoth, would you like to perform today?” At the affirmative noise from the Frost Moth Pokémon, the students cheered and readied themselves to be entertained. 

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Seventeen students scattered themselves around the arena, ready to practise skills that would help them become closer with their Pokemon.

“Remember, you only have to hold your chosen move for three seconds,” Tora reminded them. “This is an exercise to gauge your connection with your Pokémon, not a competition to see who can do it first. Begin.” Loud cries echoed across the arena, Pokémon and their trainers showing off and choosing moves from their moveset to hold for three seconds. Frosmoth fluttered between the students, leaving snowflakes near those who said hello or gently petted its fluff.

“When did Snom evolve?” Bi-Han asked as the two older Trainers sat in the stands observing the progress.

“Yesterday, actually. We were practising some snow dancing when it cried out what I assume was a happy noise and…evolved.” Tora’s eyes stayed on her Frost Moth Pokémon, who was bouncing in the air near the student with the Vanillite. Vanillite bounced along with Frosmoth, the student giggling at the scene.

“It’s beautiful,” said the Gym Leader after a while.

“Yeah.”

“It reminds me of us.” The former Contestant snapped her head to meet his gaze. “Beautiful like you, yet its Ice-type moves are the right sort of power that I command.” He reached down and gave her hand a subtle squeeze; not in front of the students, he reasoned mentally.

“Bi-Han, you flirt-”

DINGDINGDINGDING. “Miss Tora, the time’s up!”

-

There was something magical about the Lin Kuei grounds in the evening. A group of Volbeat trailed after an Illumise across a rising golden moon, Flabébé nestled into the blooming garden beds, and people strolled past with their Pokémon. Bi-Han and Tora sat on a wooden bench overlooking the city below, the former Contestant resting her head on the Gym Leader’s shoulder while he played with her fingers, his arm around her waist.

“Why didn’t you become an instructor, again?” she asked after a time.

“It was predetermined that I would be the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster and Gym Leader,” he replied, feeling her nod on his shoulder. “Sometimes I wonder what I would have done if that wasn’t the case.”

“What did you come up with?”

“Nothing, so far. It was a harder task than I thought.” Tora chuckled, turning her gaze up. The ghost of a smile danced on Bi-Han’s lips in time with the sprinkling of pink across the bridge of his nose. He looked down, catching the former Contestant’s golden gaze with his own coffee-coloured one, and pressed his lips to the crown of her head.

“I know this is a stretch, but would you like a photo with Frosmoth?” Tora sat up straight and reached for her belt. “You know, to reflect what you said during the lesson today.” At the affirming nod, she called forth the Frost Moth Pokémon. “Frosmoth, would you like to be in a photo with Bi-Han and I?” Frosmoth trilled happily and fluttered behind the pair, striking a number of poses as if deciding which one to hold.

“I’ve seen you do that,” the Gym Leader commented as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and awoke the Rotom inside.

“In my defence, it was my first time back after leaving the circuit!” Tora retorted. Bi-Han breathed out a chuckle as he adjusted some settings of his camera, then let Rotom hover a short distance away.

“Ready, Frosmoth?” The Frost Moth Pokémon trilled and spread its wings wide, sparkling scales drifting all around. Rotom began clicking away, storing the photos for review at a later time; one of the photos it saved was of Frosmoth at its glittering best serving as the backdrop to the softest of kisses between the two Trainers it represented.