black is the color of my voice

Red Queen High Houses - House Viper

Abilities - Animal manipulation

Color - Green and black

“This woman looks like I could snap her in two, manacles and all. Probably part of her facade. She wears her own house colors, black and emerald green, alongside Samos silver to denote her allegiances. Viper. Lady Blonos’s voice sneers in my head. Black and green are the colors of House Viper. Evangeline’s mother is an animos.”

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Prop Hunt

Mark, Jack, Bob, and Wade

You watch with delight. You missed Prop Hunt. Everything is going as normal, laughter and jokes flying back and forth until something goes wrong with Jack and Mark’s facecams.

“Hey uh… guys, I think my camera’s dying.” 

“Same. Weird. I’ll be right…”


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Another face appearing in Mark’s facecam, taunting smirk overlaying a clueless Mark, Jack disappearing in a cloud of static only to reappear in.. Wade’s? But no, that’s not Jack… Bob frozen, picture distorted, Wade is GONE.

The screen goes black. You sit in shock. 

The screen suddenly explodes with color and movement, voices through your headphones making you jump.

“TrUCe… R͕͉͎̬̭̰̞̓͝͞ẽ̞̥̹̼̟̾̒͊̀v̫̞̪̲̂ͬͤ͋ͪ̚͘ͅe̹̺̟͍͈̳̽ͨ̊̈́ͣ̍͐̂̒n̸̛̺̖̝͍̝̠ͭ̿̋͌ͣ̚g̢̳̠̘̠̦ͧͮ̕͜e͓̺̿̆̍̊̾̽̈́ͬ̉̀… L̓͊҉͓̼͎̻̖Et’s pl͈̰̯̪̠̖ͧͯ͠ͅaͬ҉͘҉̞̤̝̥̜ͅY.”



Based off a text submission by @markiplitessepticeyes to @markiplierswhatifs. Inspired by a few of @markired‘s wonderful gifs. 

Holy. Shit. This edit consumed my brain. I’ve spent the last 3 days working on it, at all hours, and even had multiple dreams about working on it long after I want to sleep. 

Also, excuse my questionable writing. I wanted this to be a gif but then I thought how cool it would be as a video edit. But after staring at Premiere Pro for about 5 hours, I fled back to the safety of Photoshop and made what you see now. A tiny bit of written narrative to make up for what’s missing with visual cues.

(Gifs take from: S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕҉̡̦̲O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝Y҉̫̝̖̹̝̠͠E̲̩͟͝ͅ,  HORROR. and THE MYSTERIOUS SCREAMING TRASH CAN ¦ Prop Hunt #41)

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All of a sudden, out of the middle of the trees in front of us, a thin, high, trembling voice struck up the well-known air and words: “Fifteen men on the Dead Man’s Chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!” I never have seen men more dreadfully affected than the pirates. The color went from their six faces like enchantment; some leaped to their feet, some clawed hold of others, Morgan groveled on the ground. “It’s Flint, by –!”

I'm so tired - A Black Girls Ode

I’m tired of the stereotypes
Black girls are
“Loud”
“Angry”
“Violent”
“Too dark”
“Ugly”
“Not desirable”
“Inferior”

I’m tired of the hair hate
“Nappy”
“Crunchy”
“Dry”
“Short”
“Afro”
“Natural”
“Braids”
“Weaves”
“Wannabe white”

I’m tired of the skin hate
“#TeamLightSkin”
“#TeamDarkSkin”
Like we’re on opposing teams…

I’m tired of the hate for liking out of race
“Black guys”(Who sometimes don’t even want us)
“White guys”
“Asian guys”
“Hispanic guys”
ANY GUY
And forever wondering if said guy will even like us back

I’m tired of being told I can’t be
“Nerdy”
“Quiet”
“Shy”
“ A geek”
“A nerdy”
“A gamer”
“Good at school”
“A princess”
“Or a Queen”

Or can’t have
“A stable family”
“Good grades”
“Drama free love life”
“Normalcy of any sort”

Or I can’t like
“Comic books”
“Reading”
“Video games”
“Indie music”
“Pop music”
“Rock music”
Anything other than Rap/R&B

I’m tired of the names and things said
“Oreo”
“Sassy”
“Fake”
“Uppity”
“Ghetto”
“White girl in a black girls body”
“I don’t date black girls”
“You’re pretty for a black girl”
“You talk/act white”
“You’re not like the rest”
“I like chocolate”
“You’re my Nubian princess” (Like we are food or a prize to be won)

I’m so tired
…. Of constantly trying to prove myself
….. Always explaining myself
….. Trying to keep my voice down
….. Being too dark
…… Or too light
…… Steering away from stereotypes
….. Being treated like less than
….. “No I don’t have kids” “Nit currently or planning to be pregnant”
….. “No you cannot touch my hair”
….. Yes I live with both my mom and dad
…… “Nubian princess”
….. Keeping my hands to myself in a store so I don’t get accused of stealing
…… Social media and News representation
…… Being a fetish
…… Being wary of cops when I’ve done nothing wrong
…… Knuckling under
…… Black on black hate
……. EVERY THING ELSE

I’m so tired of fighting

My skin color and hair does not, has not, and will not ever represent me.
I am in touch with my black and Haitian roots but none of it defines me unless I say it does.
No matter I do or say people will still see me that way. I’m so tired of people not even seeing who I am but what they perceive me to be solely based on my skin.

I’m so very tired, BUT, too many people (men, women, and people of every race) have fought too long, prayed too hard, and died too often for us to GIVE UP because we’re TIRED! No, this is when we push even harder, because if we’re tired so are they, but now we have one foot in the door ^3^

Of Sunsets and Tattoos

Originally posted by garisanee

Character(s): Reader X Changkyun

Genre: smut, pwp

Warning(s): praise!kink, pierced!chankgyun (is that a warning?), tatted!changkyun, breathplay, semipubluc sex

Length: 7k

Summary: In which you go to get a piercing and find that it isn’t so scary when you’re piercer is a cute boy with lots of tattoos


Friends are useless. 

You understand the truth behind these words when Minhyuk and Kihyun corner you after work an unsuspecting Tuesday afternoon, smiles much too wide to mean anything good.

“So,” Kihyun begins, inspecting his fingernails with a smirk, “Remember last Thursday when you said I’d be too much of a wimp to ever get a piercing?”

You roll your eyes, pushing him back a little bit with a shove. “That’s because you are a wim–”

“False!” Minhyuk interrupts, eyes glinting. “He is no longer Yoo Kihyun, wimp extraordinaire–”

“I resent that!” Kihyun interrupts, voice indignant.

“–but rather, Yoo Kihyun, hardcore, punk rocker with an ear piercing.”

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you use your legs to run from that heart of yours, you use those feelings to write poetry, you use those metaphors to hide something, you use that honesty to be yourself, you use a smile to stop the crying, you use those tears to color the ocean, you use your laughter to fill my lungs, you use your consistency for everyone, you use your life to color in between the lines, you use the loopholes to break the rules, you use those guidelines with a middle finger, you use that voice to sing with the pretty red and black birds, you use your kiss to empty fire into your soul, you use your heart as cupid’s pillow, you use those rug burns to avoid eye contact, you use your lips to taste the liquor that doesn’t lie, you use your body to dance with the drugs, you’re never really high if you’re always ready to die
—  but not tonight

Could we pause on this for a second …

(Gif by @acekeith)

The look on Thomas’ face at first. Shock, disbelief and perhaps a bit of uncertainty at his own memory of James. For ten years, Flint had the painting of The Hamilton’s to remember Thomas’ face by. He had Miranda to talk to and keep that memory alive. He had the book Thomas had given him to hold on to. Thomas had none of those things. He had no photos or keepsakes, just his memories and no one to share them with. And memories fade over time despite how much we don’t want them to. You forget little things like facial features, the sound of a loved one’s voice, their laugh, the exact color of their eyes. Thomas must have been questioning for a moment if this was real or just someone who reminded him of James. Then he realizes it’s really him. And I’m crying forever.

Desperate Times and Desperate Measures

Darcy stopped just inside the door. “Oh my GOD,” she said, her head falling back. “They STILL haven’t fixed the heat?”

There was a beat of silence, and then, “No. They have not.”

Darcy tossed her purse at the kitchen counter, letting the door slam behind her. “Okay. Right. We’re going to my place.”

“Thanks. No.”

Darcy leaned over to unzip her boots, grinning at nothing in particular. “Harris. You’re going to freeze to death. Are you really choosing freezing to death over spending one night under Tony Stark’s roof?”

“Let me think about it.” Another moment, then he said, “Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Right,” Darcy said. She didn’t bother taking off her hat or her scarf. It wasn’t warm enough to warrant it. In her stocking feet, she headed through the kitchen, glancing over at the living room as she walked towards the bedroom. “I’m getting your stuff. And then we’re going to my place.”

“No,” the pile of blankets on the couch said.

Rolling her eyes, Darcy headed for the bedroom. Halfway there, she stopped. Did an about face. And scrambled back into the living room. “Are you wearing my jacket?

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Black History Month 2017

Planned Parenthood strives to create a world where sexual and reproductive health care is accessible, affordable, and compassionate — no matter what.

Black women have always championed reproductive freedom and the elimination of racism and sexism as an essential element of the struggle toward civil rights. This Black History Month, Planned Parenthood honors the resilience of Black women like Dr. N. Louise Young and Dr. Thelma Patten Law,  two of the first Black women health care providers at Planned Parenthood — and the resistance of women like Angela Davis who continue to fight for the full dignity, autonomy and the humanity of all women.

In commemoration of Black History Month each year, we lift up and celebrate those who have defied their time and circumstances to become Dream Keepers and freedom fighters. #100YearsStrong of Planned Parenthood could not be possible without the vision, tenacity and determination of those who have kept and protected the dream of reproductive freedom, justice and autonomy.

The 2017 Dream Keepers

Ida B. Wells-Barnett
Journalist, Civil Rights Activist

Ida B. Wells-Barnett was the most prominent Black woman journalist of the late 19th and early 20th century. Her research and reporting around the lynching of Black people helped to bring national attention to the crisis and pushed federal legislation to hold mobs accountable.

Marsha P. Johnson
Activist, Stonewall Rioter

Marsha P. Johnson, co-founder of the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (STAR), is credited with being one of the first people to resist the police during the Stonewall Riots of 1969. On the commemorative anniversary of the riots in 1970, Johnson led protesters to the Women’s Detention Center of New York chanting, “Free our sisters. Free ourselves,” which demonstrated early solidarity between LGBTQ rights and anti-prison movements.

Former Congresswoman Shirley Chisholm
Black Feminist, Former Presidential Candidate

In 1990, Shirley Chisholm — along with former Planned Parenthood Federation of America president Faye Wattleton, Byllye Avery, Donna Brazile, Dorothy Height, Maxine Waters, and Julianne Malveaux (among others) — formed the group African American Women for Reproductive Freedom to show their support for Roe v. Wade, doing so with what we now call a reproductive -justice framework. The former New York representative was the first African American woman elected to Congress. During her seven terms, Rep. Chisholm pioneered the Congressional Black Caucus and was an unwavering champion for women’s reproductive rights and access to health care, including abortion. In 2015, President Obama awarded Rep. Chisholm with the Presidential Medal of Freedom Award.

Dr. N. Louise Young

Dr. N. Louise Young, a gynecologist and obstetrician, opened her practice in Baltimore in 1932. She later operated a Planned Parenthood health center that was opened with the assistance of the local Urban League and other community partners.

Dr. Thelma Patten Law

Dr. Thelma Patten Law becomes one of the first Black women ob-gyns in Texas. She provided health care for more than 25 years at the Planned Parenthood Houston Health Center, which opened in 1936.

Faye Wattleton
Author, Advocate for Reproductive Freedom, Former President of PPFA

In 1978, Wattleton became the youngest individual at the time and the first African American woman to serve as president of the Planned Parenthood Federation of America (PPFA). During Wattleton’s 14–year tenure, PPFA became one of the nation’s largest charitable organizations. Under Wattleton’s leadership, the organization secured federal funding for birth control and prenatal programs; fought against efforts to restrict legal abortions; and, along with reproductive health allies, helped to legalize the sale of abortion pill RU-486 in the United States.

The Coiners of Reproductive Justice

Black women’s existence has inherently challenged the “choice vs. life” argument. However the creation and coining of reproductive justice ushered in a new framework where women of color could express all of the ways their sexual and reproductive autonomy is systemically limited.

Dr. Dorothy Roberts
Author, Scholar, Professor

Dorothy Roberts is an acclaimed scholar of race, gender and the law. Her books include Fatal Invention: How Science, Politics, and Big Business Re-create Race in the Twenty-first Century (New Press, 2011); Shattered Bonds: The Color of Child Welfare (Basic Books, 2002), and Killing the Black Body: Race, Reproduction, and the Meaning of Liberty (Pantheon, 1997) — all of which have shaped and informed scholarship around reproductive justice.

@DorothyERoberts


Monica Roberts
Historian, Founder and Editor-In-Chief of TransGriot

Monica Roberts, aka the TransGriot, is a native Houstonian and trailblazing trans community leader. She works diligently at educating and encouraging acceptance of trans people inside and outside the larger African-American community and is an award-winning blogger, history buff, thinker, lecturer and passionate advocate on trans issues.


Dr. Iva Carruthers
Past President of Urban Outreach Foundation, General Secretary of the Samuel DeWitt Proctor Conference

Carruthers uses her ministry as a vehicle for addressing social issues, particularly those involving people of African descent both in the United States and abroad. She is past president of the Urban Outreach Foundation, a nonprofit, interdenominational organization that assists African and African-American communities with education, health care, and community development.

@IvaCarruthers



Rev. Dr. Alethea Smith-Withers
Founder and Pastor; The Pavilion of God, Washington, DC; and Chair of the Board of Directors for Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice

Rev. Smith-Withers has been an active advocate for reproductive justice for many years. She is currently serving as the chair of the board of directors of Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice (RCRC). She is the founder and pastor of The Pavilion of God, a Baptist Church in DC.  She hosts “Rev UP with Rev. Alethea”, a BlogTalkRadio show.

@RevAlethea


Rev. Dr. Susan Moore
Associate Minister at All Souls Church Unitarian

Dr. Moore’s ministry has focused upon the challenges facing urban America. An HIV/AIDS and teen pregnancy prevention educator and trainer, she has worked with several community and faith-based groups, including the DC Campaign to Prevent Teen Pregnancy, Planned Parenthood, and AIDS Action Foundation. She actively advocates for a national, coordinated AIDS strategy to reduce racial disparities, lower the incidence of infection, increase access to care, and involve all stakeholders.


Bevy Smith
CEO and Founder of Dinner with Bevy

A Harlem native and New York fashion fixture, Smith is outspoken about women’s empowerment and social justice. She gives back by connecting and engaging a network of top leaders to promote social change.

@bevysmith


Mara Brock Akil
Screenwriter and producer and founder of Akil Productions

Mara Brock Akil is the co-creator of hit TV shows Girlfriends, The Game, and Being Mary Jane.  She is a tireless advocate of women’s health and rights.

@MaraBrockAkil


Tracy Reese
American fashion designer

Relentless PPFA supporter, Reese is a board member of the Council of Fashion Designers of America.

@Tracy_Reese


Kimberlé W. Crenshaw
Scholar, Professor at the UCLA and Columbia Schools of Law

Kimberlé W. Crenshaw is a feminist scholar and writer who coined the term “Intersectionality.” Kimberlé  is the co-founder of the African American Policy Forum, which developed seminal research on Black women and girls and the school-to-prison pipeline and policing, including, respectively: “Black Girls Matter: Pushed Out, Overpoliced and Underprotected” and “Say Her Name.”

@SandyLocks

Angela Peoples
Co-Director of GetEqual

Serving as the Co-Director of GetEqual, Angela is working to ensure that Black lives and gender justice is a guiding force in LGBTQ work.

@MsPeoples


Jazmine Walker
Reproductive Justice Leader

Jazmine is a big fine woman who specializes in reproductive justice and agricultural economic development.

Her dedication to public scholarship and activism is driven by a passion to amplify feminist and reproductive justice discourse around Black women and girls, especially those in Mississippi and the broader South.


Amandla Stenberg
Actress, Author

This Black queer feminist makes us look forward to the next generation of feminist leaders and thinkers.

Her YouTube video, “Don’t Cash Crop My Cornrows,” clapped-back against the cultural appropriation of Black fashion and style and won our hearts.

@amandlastenbergs


Charlene A. Carruthers
National Director for Black Youth Project 100

Political organizer Carruthers is building a national network and local teams of young Black activists.  She is committed to racial justice, feminism, and youth leadership development.

@CharleneCac


Monica Simpson
Executive Director of SisterSong National Women of Color Reproductive Justice Collective

At SisterSong National Women of Color Reproductive Justice Collective, Simpson works to amplify and strengthen the collective voices of indigenous women and women of color to ensure reproductive justice through securing human rights. She has organized extensively against the systematic physical and emotional violence inflicted upon the minds, bodies, and spirits of African Americans with an emphasis on African-American women and the African-American LGBT community.

@SisterSong_WOC


Deon Haywood
Executive Director, Women With A Vision, Inc.

Haywood works tirelessly to improve quality of life and health outcomes for marginalized women of color.  Since Hurricane Katrina, Haywood has led Women With a Vision, a New Orleans-based community organization addressing the complex intersection of socio-economic injustices and health disparities.  

@WWAVinc


Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee
Congresswoman, D-TX 18th District

Congresswoman Jackson Lee has been a staunch supporter of Planned Parenthood and women’s health.

This year she has become a valuable champion as a member of the House Judiciary Committee, where she was vocal at both hearings displaying a clear understanding of the important role Planned Parenthood health centers play in the communities they serve. She also came to the floor on several occasions and attended a Planned Parenthood’s press conference, lending her voice in the fight against backwards legislation.

@JacksonLeeTX18


Del. Stacey Plaskett
Congresswoman, D-US-VI

Delegate Stacey Plaskett became a supporter of Planned Parenthood this year when she spoke out for Planned Parenthood health center patients during a Oversight and Government Reform hearing, where she is a member, commenting that she would like a Planned Parenthood health center in the Virgin Islands.

@StaceyPlaskett


Del. Eleanor Holmes Norton
Congresswoman, D-DC

As a fierce, passionate, Black feminist and reproductive health advocate, Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton has supported Planned Parenthood unwaveringly. She also sponsored the EACH Woman Act and, in 2015, held an event with young women on abortion access.

@EleanorNorton


Rep. Joyce Beatty
Congresswoman, D-OH 3rd District

Rep. Beatty has been an active supporter of women’s health during her tenure in Congress, cosponsoring legislation, signing onto pro-letters and always voting in the interest of women’s health.


Rep. Maxine Waters
Congresswoman, D-CA 43rd District

Since arriving in office in 1990, Rep. Waters has voted in the best interest of the health of women and communities of color, making a career of addressing these issues by closing the wealth gap.    

Ok so a small addition to the Colorblinf Flug thing I wrote:

Flug’s been colorblind for about a year before he gets the goggles. And hes forgotten how bright somethngs were, like the chemicals he uses, or just how white the lab really is.

But he also forgot how bright all of his friends were.

He forgot just how much neon Demencia wore, and it makes him smile to see how much her outfit really matches her bright attitude. He forgot how calming the blue fur of 505 can be just to look at, and he’s so greatful to be able to see that again.

And then there’s Black Hat.

The man always wears so much black and grey, so it’s not like seeing him in only black and white changed much for Flug. But there were those colors that made him unique. The bright crimsion of his dress shirt, the whites on his shoes.

And definatly the teeth. The neon green teeth. He forgot how much they really glowed when you saw their color.

But there was one thought that Flug had the first time he saw Black Hat with color again.

“I already liked you in black and white, but seeing all the colors on you again? It makes you looks even better than you did before.”

He never voiced this, but he was happy to have the colors back in his sights, if only to see the green flash of a smile on Black Hat’s face, even if it was small.

He had missed that.

♥Guess I was just on a roll today with drawings! Here is my dark,tall and electrifying Hei from Darker Than Black ♥

~*Commissions are still open~*

anonymous asked:

Omg I love your writing !!! Could you please write a soulmate fic where the characters only see the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate. The events of the first episode are the same except it jughead that was new to riverdale not veronica. Archie introduces his friend jughead to the gang and bettys world is changed forever :) please if you could :)))

I love this! Thank you so much!
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Running her fingers over the soft cashmere cardigan she was holding, Betty frowned. Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder,

“It’s yellow, it’s really pretty and it matches your hair. Yellow is happy.” Veronica said softly, helping Betty put her arms through the sleeves.

Giving Ronnie a weak smile

“Maybe I should go with something of a different color, I’m not feeling too happy today.”

Veronica frowned as Betty walked towards the table.

She felt for her best friend, she couldn’t imagine having to still live life without color. It was such a sad way to live.

Suddenly the reason for the color in her life was standing in front of her, ducking to meet her eyes.

“What’s got you frowning darling?”

Archie Andrews, love of her life and her soulmate.

“I just wish Betty would find her soulmate ya know? , she deserves to see your bright red hair, and how sparkly green her eyes are. it makes me so upset that she may never be able to see color.”

His hand went to squeeze hers.

“She will Ronnie, give it time, not everyone can be as lucky as us.”

“Hey lovebirds. Lunch is getting cold and I’m surely not sharing my creme brûlée.” Cheryl blossom shouted from her place at the table.

The couple walked over and sat down, Archie resting his hand on Betty’s shoulder, she was his best friend too and it sucked, but she would find her soulmate, she just had to be patient.

Betty picked up an apple in her hands, frowning she reached across to Cheryl, gently tapping her hand her blue eyes turning to hers.

“What’s up B?”

“It’s bad isn’t it? The apple. It’s bad? I can’t tell.”

Cheryl grabbed the apple turning it over, frowning as she saw the brown, rotted piece.

“Imbeciles I swear to god. Here take mine, I didn’t even want it.” Cheryl squeezed her hand smiling gently.

Cheryl had found her soulmate in dilton doiley, the two complete opposites made a beautiful couple and it always made her happy too see them together.

Suddenly Archie was jumping up, holding his phone up with the biggest grin she had ever seen.

“I’ll be right back guys, and I’m bringing a friend.” He practically tripped over himself as he jumped the table.

Betty scanned the courtyard, there were flowers and they smelt beautiful, Veronica had told her they looked even better.

Sometimes Kevin would tell her, her eyes matched the soft grass she was constantly running her fingers through.

Kevin and Joaquin met at the movies and were inseparable since. Now Kevin wore much more intricate sweaters, she knew they had patterns but she wished she could see the colors.

“I’m back and look what the cat dragged in! Jughead jones meet the gang.”

Turning to smile at the new comer, Betty was instantly shoved back by the bright light hitting her eyes.

After steadying herself she opened her eyes.

It was so beautiful she could cry.

Quickly glancing around. She took in everything, the sky, the grass, the dark black almost purple of her best friends hair. When her eyes landed on Archie, she couldn’t help the giggle that came from her mouth. His hair was the oddest color she had ever seen.

Everyone was staring at her confused, and Archie reached up to scratch his neck, looking embarrassed as Betty nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles while staring at him

“What’s so funny?”

She couldn’t manage to even get a word out, she couldn’t stop laughing.

Suddenly a voice beside her broke the spell

“I think she’s laughing at that mop of color on top of your head, you call that hair?”
Jughead joked, his expression dazed as he turned to stare deep into her eyes.

They hardly heard the gasps of their friends behind them.

Jughead reached a hand out to grab a piece of her silky hair.

“It’s the color of the sun.” He said looking up and smiling

She giggled

“I guess it is, you wear a lot of black.”

“I used to, I guess I’ll have to incorporate more colors into my wardrobe.” His fingers went to rest on her waist.“I’ve been waiting for you, I’m sad to say my imagination failed me. What did I do to deserve the most beautiful soulmate in the world?”

She blushed bright pink.

“I like that color too.” His hand stroked her cheek.

Suddenly her eyes caught on to his, and wow if she thought the sky was beautiful, his eyes were from another world.

“Blue, I love blue.” She whispered their faces inches away.

“How convenient, I happen to love green.”

Suddenly his lips were on hers, and she couldn’t help but think.

Finally.

Last prompt for @averca. I’m so sorry this is late! I’m hoping to at least get started on some of the other stuff that’s sitting in my ask box, and hopefully I can post more writing once I get out of school on Thursday. Thank you all for being patient!

Prompt: “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“I can’t believe you dragged me here,” Will said as he stared at the building in front of him. It was a squat, brick structure situated in the middle of a large parking lot. It could’ve easily passed for another abandoned shopping center if not for the dark coverings over the windows, the enormous line stretching out the front door, and the sign beside the road that read: MELANCHOLY’S REALM: AMERICA’S MOST TERRIFYING HAUNTED HOUSE!

“C’mon, Will, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Cecil said. “I heard they use real chainsaws at this place. That’s, like, illegal in fifteen states.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal in every state,” Will muttered, rolling his eyes. Cecil ignored his comment and joined the end of the line.

“What’s your problem with haunted houses, anyway?” Cecil asked as Will followed him.

Will bit his lip and shifted awkwardly, “They’re just… stupid and cheesy, that’s all. A bunch of halloween bogus to scam suckers out of their money.”

“I’m the one who’s paying for this, why do you have a problem with it?” Cecil said. A look of realization crossed his face, “Wait a minute, you aren’t actually scared, are you?”

Will threw up his hands defensively, “What? No, of course not!”

Cecil smirked, “Whatever you say, Solace.”

After several minutes of waiting, they reached the front of the line. A heavy set asian guy took the wad of cash Cecil forked over and gestured for them to enter.

They pushed through a pair of plain looking doors and found themselves in what looked like an abandoned grocery store. The room had no real walls, instead it was divided by enormous sheets of black plastic hanging from the ceiling that seemed to transform the room into a maze of twisting corridors and cramped rooms. Multi-colored lights played across the space, bathing everything in a medley of acid greens, neon pinks, and electric blues. Clouds of dry-ice smoke covered the floor and permeated the air with a sour odor. Shrieks and giggles echoed throughout the facility.

Will’s gut clenched as Cecil grabbed his arm and pulled him toward a group of several other patrons gathered in a corner. Will peered over the heads of the crowd and spotted a tour guide at the heart of the assembly. The guide was small and had an impish face peeking out from under a curly mop of dark hair. A dangerous spark glittered in his eyes, and his mouth was twisted into a devilish smirk.

“Hello, hello, hello,” The guide said. His eyes scanned the crowd as if he were a cat searching for prey. “Welcome to Melancholy’s Realm, the most terrifying place in America. My name’s Leo, and I am here to take you on a journey to meet the awful spirits that haunt this place.”

While he knew that the speech was hogwash, Will couldn’t help the chill that raced down his spine as he listened to the way Leo’s words seemed to drip with a certain eeriness. His gaze darted to Cecil, who hung on the guide’s every word, transfixed.

“The story of Melancholy’s Realm is an unfortunate one,” Leo continued. “Long ago, there was a hospital that was said to have the cure to any injury or disease one could suffer from. People started hearing about this place of miracles, and soon enough they were arriving by the truckload, begging to be helped. The nurses and doctors did as they promised, and even those with the trickiest illnesses were healed.

“However, strange things began happening to the patients. They would wander out of their beds at night, say things to the doctors that made no sense, and they began having violent mood swings. The doctors did everything they could to solve the problems, but nothing worked. Finally, one night the patients suddenly climbed from their beds and formed a sort of army. They smashed equipment and murdered the workers, and once they were done, they collapsed. Bodies littered every room of the hospital, and even the police were too horrified to enter. Finally, they removed the dead and investigated, but no one ever figured out what happened to the patients. It remains a mystery to this day. But, many say that at night you can hear the screams of the dead patients, telling of their guilt over killing the staff, and how they were transformed into the monsters that destroyed the hospital.”

The story’s end was punctuated by silence from the group, accompanied by far-off cries coming from the opposite end of the room.

Leo cleared his throat, breaking the quiet. “But now, it’s time for us to discover the truth, and venture into the dark depths of Melancholy’s Realm!” He stepped towards the entrance to the labyrinth of black plastic and gestured for the group to follow.

Will moved with everyone else, making sure to stay close to Cecil. His heart thudded in his ears as they made their way through a narrow passage and filed into a room.

The room was tiny, barely large enough to fit the patrons, actors, and props. A hospital bed stood in the center of the space, covered by a white sheet spattered with fake blood. Two actors wearing tattered scrubs loomed over the bed, their faces hidden by the darkness as they murmured to each other in hissing whispers.

“This is the operation room,” Leo said. “There are some gruesome rumors about this place. You never know what might come out of here.”

Suddenly, a figure shot up from the bed, tossing aside the sheet as a horrible cry tore through the air. The patrons shrieked and all dashed for the door at once.

Will’s heart was thundering in his chest now. Blood roared through his ears and the room seemed to tilt dangerously. Without warning, his knees gave out, and Will felt himself toppling downward as the world sank into darkness.

The only thing Will was aware of was the rough caress of asphalt against his back. His thoughts were muddled, and the world around him was lost in a murky haze. He blinked several times to clear his vision, and found himself lying in the middle of a parking lot, gazing up at a night sky dotted with stars.

“Are you alright?” a voice asked.

Will turned his head and spotted a boy with raven black hair and olive skin kneeling beside him. “I-yeah, I guess,” Will replied.

“My name’s Nico,” the boy said. A slight grin played on his lips, “I work in the haunted house and I saw your group going through. You must’ve been pretty freaked out, though. You fainted straight into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Will’s cheeks colored, “Oh, I, uh, sorry, I guess?”

Nico laughed and waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he said.

“How long have I been out?” Will asked.

Nico shrugged, “About ten minutes, nothing huge.”

“And my friend-Cecil-he was with that tour. Does he know where I am?” Will said, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I’m not even sure if he saw you,” Nico replied. “He seemed to be having the time of his life. Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited as soon as the group comes out of the building.”

Will’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “That sounds like him.”

“I take it you don’t go to haunted houses much?” Nico asked.

“No, not really,” Will admitted, “I only came tonight because Cecil insisted. Honestly, I’m terrified of stuff like this.”

“You aren’t the only one. You wouldn’t believe how many people I’ve had in this same situation over the last few weeks,” Nico said.

An amused smile spread across Will’s face, “You mean other people have fainted in there?”

“Yep. My friends decided to rent this abandon grocery store about a year ago start a haunted house. I agreed to work for them so I could make an extra buck. Although, I hate showing my face, so most of the time I just end up playing covered hospital corpses like I was tonight. Our place must actually be pretty terrifying, though. The number of people I’ve had to pull out of there is shocking,” Nico explained.

Will shrugged, “Good to know I’m not the only one.”

Their conversation came to an abrupt end when will heard Cecil shouting for him across the parking lot.

“I’ve got to go,” he said.

He turned to walk away, but before he could move, Nico snatched his wrist. “Wait, before you go, let me give you my number.”

Will gaped at him and Nico averted his eyes. “Y-you know, for safety purposes,” he said. “I want to make sure you get home okay.”

Will’s face lit up like a thousand light bulbs, “Sounds fine to me.”

Avis Draconis

Pairing - Gajevy

Type - AU: Dragons and fairies because I’m trash for that trope

Words - 4334

Note: this was originally gonna be something for Gajevy love fest, so I’m still gonna put the tag, but I decided to post it now bc I’m too in love with it to wait until the day I was gonna post it. Also, this is going to become an actual fanfic, so here is the link to the story! Thanks for all the support so far <3

Levy let out a weak cry as she slid down the cold iron bar, too exhausted to stand any longer, much less throw herself against the cage like she had been. The frigid metal seemed to continually sap the life right out of her veins, and it was all she could do to keep the tears that blurred her vision from falling.

The dragon had thrown her in this cage, then up and left. He was probably preparing his torturous means of killing her. He’d probably start by cutting up her wings before tearing them off. Each slice in the thin membrane would cause her immense pain. Then, for all she knew he might even decide to break her flight bones before he even tore them from her back. The thought made her curl even further into herself and conceal her frightened form with those large wings he’d go for first.

The silvery feathers along the bottom of the membrane were out of place and mangled. The gold ones lining the bones at the top were patchy and dull. Her species of fairy, the ancient Avis people of the south, were a prideful one. So the sight of her plumage in such poor condition brought a feeling of shame upon her.

Not that its appearance was her fault though…

At the sound of footsteps approaching, she scrambled back from the door of the cage. But these footsteps sounded different than the ones she heard when the dragon left. She wasn’t sure how long ago that was, but she knew it had been a fair amount of time. So the sound of these new footsteps lit a dark curiosity in her. They echoed off the stone walls in what she could only assume was the dragon’s aerie, though it was dismal and bare, with only two windows and a dragon-sized door that had been slammed shut after they arrived.

“I’ve heard much about your people,” came a gruff voice from the darkness. She could only assume that it came from the same creature as the footsteps. “The prideful fairies of the south, the powerful, legendary Avis who come out only when the sun is at its peak, and when the moon is at its fullest.”

The torch on the wall near the cage only illuminated so far into the darkness, and whomever was now circling her stayed just outside its reach.

“I say you’re just arrogant fools who’ve hidden in your enchanted forest for far too long,” the voice hissed. Judging from it, she could tell it was a man, though she could not glean what species he was from the few words he had spoken. “You value your knowledge and your wings more than anything, so you have failed to notice all the changes going on in the world outside your borders…”

“You call me arrogant,” she croaked, her throat feeling like a desert. “Yet you keep company with a dragon. That seems to me both foolish AND arrogant…”

The man chuckled, the sound bouncing off the walls to give the feeling that his laughter was surrounding her. The next thing she knew, a hand reached through the bars at her back to take hold of her narrow chin and turn her around to face him.

“My poor little fairy, that dragon and I are practically one in the same,” he grinned. The sight of him took her breath away to the point that she had no response.

A wild mane of unkept black hair fell down his back, which was covered by a thick, luxurious cape. He had on a dark shirt with a high neck and no sleeves, giving a full view of his muscular, scarred arms. His light pants were tucked into worn leather boots to complete the look. But even more captivating was his face. A sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones gave him a very angular appearance. One odd thing about him though was the piercings scattered about his face. Three lined either side of the bridge of his nose, four were fastened in the place of both of his eyebrows, and two dotted the space between his lower lip and chin. His ears were littered with even more metal studs, and she found herself wondering what they felt like.

The grin that still cut across his face exposed his bright white teeth. Upon closer inspection, his canines were much longer - not to mention sharper - than any normal fae’s. Dragging her gaze away from them, she hesitantly brought it up to meet his own, then instantly regretted the decision. Once they made eye contact, she felt that she was paralyzed in her seat. His irises were the color of freshly spilled blood, and they bore hungrily into her soul. A stroke of fear shot through her, and she mustered all her will to tear away from his grasp and scramble away from him. Huddling on the opposite side of the cage, she concealed her body once more with her bird-like wings, leaving her head free to watch him skeptically.

“Aww come on little fairy. I just wanted to play a little,” he gave a dramatic pout as he took hold of the bars in front of him and hung almost seductively against them. “What do you think I’m gonna do, clip your precious little wings?”

“No, I’m sure the dragon will take care of that,” she muttered, voice wavering slightly at the thought.

“Come now, you really think that big metal head has enough use of his paws to be able to rip the wings off a teeny fairy like yourself?” He scoffed, straightening and slowly making his way around the cage toward her. He took a slow pace, emphasizing each step and clasping his hands behind his head. “If anything, should he decide he wants your wings clipped, he’d have me do it. But I don’t think that’s his intention…”

She hesitated, staying very still as the man continued to approach her. “T-Then what is his intention…if you know him as well as you claim?”

He sighed, coming to a stop behind her. He reached through the bars once again, but this time much more gently, to tug her closer to him. “I think it’s something much simpler than that, little fairy…” he murmured as he leaned down to nearly brush his nose to hers.

“Tell me…please…” It came out no louder than a whisper.

“Maybe he was captivated.” The sound of metal clinking against metal did not even register to her in that moment. “Maybe he wanted to keep you for himself.” The door was suddenly unlocked and opened, but Levy still was not free, as the man was suddenly situated atop her slight frame, his long legs straddling her waist and her arms pinned gently above her head with one of his hands.

“Maybe he wants to make you queen of all the lands he rules over instead of letting you become queen of that silly little forest. I’ve watched for two centuries as the war between the dragons and fae raged on, just waiting for a chance to end it, and I finally found that when you were named heir to the throne…”

“What are you talking about? You’ve been watching for two centuries? I’m the answer to the end of the-” Her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. “Y-you… you’re the dragon aren’t you?” Terror coursed through her veins, but so did something else. Something much sweeter, much softer.

His expression changed slightly, looking almost guilty. “And what would you do if I said yes?” It was his turn to speak in no more than a whisper. “Would you run away terrified like all the rest of your kind? Would you refuse any consolation or friendship I might offer? No, I don’t think you would do that…” His free hand moved to slowly brush the strands of blue hair away from her face, almost lovingly. He then trailed it down her side until he reached her once awe-inspiring wings. “I thoroughly apologize for what I did to your wings, little one. It can be a bit difficult for a matured dragon to catch a fairy as quick as you. I foolishly hoped there’d be little or no collateral damage, but obviously I was mistaken.” Regret tinged his voice, almost making her believe him.

“If you say you’ve been around for two centuries, why did you wait for me to end this war? It’s claimed the lives of millions of fae and thousands of dragons…” Her voice was colored with fear still, and she didn’t try to stop it from trembling.

“Because I was the dragon that started it in the first place…” he admitted after a moment, not meeting her gaze.

“You aren’t-” She gasped quietly. “Black Steel Gajeel, the Iron King of the Dragons.”

“Do I frighten you a little more now? Does the name strike terror in your heart? I know I was the cause of all these deaths, and I wish I would’ve known two centuries ago what havoc it would bring. But I cannot let the rest of my brethren die off into extinction, nor do I have any more desire to bring destruction to your kind.” He dropped his head slightly, his face now hidden from her sight.

As his grip on her hands loosened, Levy slipped one free with ease, before hesitantly placing it under his chin to make him look at her. His skin was hot to the touch, and smoother than she would have expected from such a rugged looking man. “I think I understand why you brought me here then…” she admitted.

He glanced to his sides as movement caught his eye. But it was simply her wings, rising around him. Their impressive span was more than enough to wrap around the large man above her, and she nearly laughed at the fascinated look on his face as he inspected the feathered barrier around him.

“But I think I’d rather hear your explanation…”

He visibly swallowed, looking almost nervous. Never in a thousand years would Levy have thought she could make a dragon, much less their king, look nervous…

“I want to bring this cursed war to an end, my little fairy.”

Gathering her courage once more, she smiled ever so slightly. “Is that all you want? I find it hard to believe that the mighty Iron King would want just one thing of a lowly fairy like me.”

“You are no lowly fairy. You are Princess Levy McGarden, Heir to the throne of Avion, future ruler of the lands of Fiore and all the fae who reside within its borders. I may be king of the dragons, but if there is any creature to equal my power, it is you, both in status and magical ability.” He gazed down at her with such intensity that her heart fluttered in her chest. “I would like nothing more than for you to remain here by my side. Only together can we bring this fighting to an end. And only together would we be able to lead into the future to assure it does not occur again.”

“Convince me, o dragon king… why should I listen to a word you’re saying? I cannot deny that, while I’m tempted to accept your offer,” Levy hesitated, letting her fingers slowly trail down his neck to tug down the collar of his shirt. “I’m sure it would be an unlawful relationship in every meaning of the word. And while I’ll admit, you’re quite handsome…” Raising herself up on her already freed arm, she tugged the other from his grasp and wrapped it around the back of his neck. Only when they were nearly nose-to-nose did she finish. “Tell me how you wish to atone for all the sins that dirty those hands of yours.”

The almost stunned look on his face gave her enough self confidence to stay in that position. Otherwise, she’d have blushed so intensely she’d have burned to a crisp! But that confidence was tested as he gave a low chuckle. Here she was, trying her hardest to be intimidating and hopefully appealing, and he had the audacity to laugh at her… Anger tinged her expression as he stopped.

“I apologize, my little princess. This was much more than I’d expected. Had I known this would be the route you would decide to take me on, I’d have prepared a room for you to do with me as you saw fit, instead of leaving you in a cage…” As his words brought a deep blush to her cheeks, he ducked his head to press his lips softly to her neck. The tenderness of the gesture sent a chill down her spine.

He continued on after a moment of kissing her sweet skin. “So I hope it suits your needs-” he paused again, this time to look up at her. “If I offer my personal chambers instead.” With that, he allowed his lips to return to her neck, this time with the addition of gentle teeth scraping against her creamy skin.

Her wings slowly fell away from the pair as she felt herself going nearly limp at the feeling. As they made contact with the metal floor of the cage, she felt him slip one arm under the small of her back, and one beneath her head in what she thought was a mere romantic gesture. While she may have been partially correct, a strange leathery sound drew her attention away from the feeling of his mouth.

Opening her eyes, she drew in a quiet gasp. Above her rose a pair of metallic-looking dragon’s wings that put her own to shame, both in appearance and span. Gajeel gave her neck one last nibble before grinning down at her. The next thing she knew, they were out of the cage and soaring through the cavernous passages of the Iron Dragon’s stronghold. She was tucked against his broad, muscular chest, her wings folded tight against her back as his pumped thunderously above her.

Just as she had grown accustomed to the feeling of flying without her own wings, they were slowing to a stop. It was then that she realized that her arms were secured around his neck, and her body was pressed flush against his. As he folded his wings to his back, allowing the thick cape to cover them once again, she looked at him in wonder.

“Would you like to hang on my neck all night princess, or would you like to try and get at least a wink of sleep?” He grinned as that adorable blush spread over her cheeks once again. She released her hold on him, only to be lowered about a foot to the ground by his strong hands on her waist. She then truly realized how much larger he was in comparison to her.

As he turned to push open a set of enormous metal doors, she made to follow, but froze at the sight that awaited her. She had thought the previous cave was his aerie, but she was surely mistaken. This cavern put the previous one to shame. Mountains of treasure rose up along the curved wall, and six tall pillars carved to look like incredibly realistic dragons helped support the ceiling, from which hung an ornate crystal chandelier lit with hundreds of light lacrima. But the center of the space was what truly caught her attention.

A smaller collection of treasures surrounded a raised platform that contained what appeared to be some type of nest. The treasures there looked much more valuable than those along the walls, as this horde contained crowns and treasure chests overflowing with jewels. While the surrounding ones glittered gold, this pile glittered every color of the rainbow, reflecting the light from the chandelier above.

She took slow steps toward the altar as Gajeel watched her with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. She looked so small and fragile against the backdrop of his chamber. All the metal and treasure surrounding her, with her tattered wings and torn dress. Yet he truly believed that, should it ever come to pass, he would protect her with more ferocity than he would ever protect any of the treasure that he had gathered over the last two centuries.

She paused at the steps to the altar and glanced back at him as he stood in the doorway. Receiving a nod of approval, she ascended the stone steps to the place where his nest was perched. She circled the structure slowly, noticing the iron shell on the outside, and running her hand along the large pillows that lined the edge of it. It was very much akin to the nests her own people slept in, but on a much, much larger scale. As she reached the back of it, she paused to look up at Gajeel. With a look of dangerous curiosity and mischief, she unfurled her wings and leapt into the air.

Her plan was to simply fly up a little ways then fall softly into the nest. But her battered wings had other ideas. She only pumped her wings twice, before pain shot through them and her face contorted. Before she could even start to fall toward the nest, Gajeel was there, arms holding her protectively against himself as she tried her hardest not to cry out from the pain.

He slowly lowered them to the nest, placing her gently among the blankets and pillows before moving to inspect her wings. He moved his fingers carefully along the bone of her left wing, then finding it intact, he moved to the right one. He found that it wasn’t in fact broken, but there was a patch of skin along the bone that was heavily irritated. The feathers there were torn up and several were missing. Guilt welled up in his chest as he folded his wings once again and called out in a language Levy couldn’t understand.

“I’m so sorry my little fairy, I’ll get you patched up in no time,” he murmured into her hair. He gently pulled her into his lap, keeping her injured wing free. She laid against his chest for a long moment, before he felt her stir. She reached up to undo the clasp at his throat, letting the heavy cape fall away and leaving his wings exposed. Looking up at him, he nodded with a smile as he got what she was silently asking.

He slowly unfurled he left wing, bringing it forward so she could see it. He smiled at the look of wonder that came to her face as she gazed silently at it. She reached out a tentative hand to run her fingers over the length of his flight bone. After she reached the end of it, she trailed her fingertips down the leathery membrane of the wing itself, fascinated as she brushed over the bones extending down from the main one through the membrane to end in a little claw at the edge of the wing. The structures were so foreign to her, so captivating, that she didn’t even notice someone else entering the chamber.

“Gajeel, I have what you asked for,” came a clear, deep voice from the doorway. With a start, Levy looked up at Gajeel in confusion, and he nodded with a smile before looking toward the door.

“Thank you Pantherlily. You can bring it in.” With his wing in front of her, Levy couldn’t see who was approaching. So she slowly peeked around the large obstruction only to be dumbstruck at the sight.

A small black cat approached them carrying a bag full of what appeared to be medical supplies over his shoulder. The cat wore a pair of billowy olive green pants and walked on two legs, and as she glanced around, she decided it had to have been him that spoke before.

Retracting his wing and returning it to his back, Gajeel watched Levy’s expression carefully. She looked astonished as the little Exceed approached them, and it brought a smile to his face. As Lily stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the nest, he bowed low, a gesture he had long since abandoned with Gajeel.

“Why bow now Lily? You haven’t done that in decades? Gajeel chuckled.

“The bow wasn’t for you screwhead. It was for her highness, Princess Levy of Avion,” the cat rolled his eyes. Levy laughed quietly, relaxing slightly against Gajeel’s chest.

“I like him,” she murmured to the dragon beside her.

“Tch, just hand me the supplies and be on your way,” Gajeel grumbled. As the cat stepped up to hand him the bag, he clambered over the side of the nest to joint them, seemingly much to Gajeel’s annoyance.

“So, Pantherlily, you seem to know who I am, but I can’t say the same about you,” Levy smiled as Gajeel shifted beneath her. She extended the injured wing, then shifted so her back was pressed to Gajeel’s chest so he could reach it with greater ease. She could have sworn he held his breath as she moved. “Where do you hail from?”

“I am an Exceed from the kingdom of Exlandia, a far away country where creatures like myself thrive. It’s nice to finally have someone around here to talk to about things as trivial as this,” he chuckled and shot a playful look at Gajeel. The dragon scoffed as he gently spread a salve over the injured area. It stung a bit at first, but after a moment Levy sighed as it soothed the pain.

“So tell me, what makes you stick around here Pantherlily?” She asked curiously.

“Gajeel saved me from many a battle when we were younger. Without his ugly mug, I wouldn’t be alive today. So I suppose it’s because we’ve formed a friendship. Or maybe I’m just too scared to fight with that dragon he hides inside that skin of his…” The little cat shuddered at some unspoken memory, which spiked Levy’s curiosity before she decided it would be better not to ask.

She inhaled sharply, trying to keep her wing still as she felt the ever unpleasant sensation of feathers being plucked from her skin. “What are you doing?” She hissed, turning to see what Gajeel was getting at.

“I’m sorry, but these feathers aren’t going to regrow unless they’re-”

“Removed, I know,” she cut him off. “But there are less painful ways of going about that, you know.” Her voice was colored in thinly veiled annoyance. “Let me handle this part. I won’t lose a single feather more than I have to.”

Rolling his eyes, Gajeel eased her off his legs to stand up. “Also know that your left wing is swollen near the base. Don’t fly for a while, I won’t have you injuring yourself further.” Stepping to the edge of the nest, he hopped out onto the altar. “I’ll be back.”

Her sense of safety wavered, and mild anger washed over her. “It’s not as though I asked to be injured and captured by a dragon today,” she muttered to herself. His footsteps halted, and she looked up to see him turn on his heel to face her.

“Do you want to end this war or not? Would you not sacrifice yourself for the sake of your people? Because I sure as hell would. I figured this would be the best alternative to one, or even both of us, having to die…” he retorted.

“You could have at least offered a treaty. Had you tried to arrange this peacefully, I would be much more open-minded to the idea, not to mention my wings wouldn’t look like a fledgling who fell out of her nest!” She replied somewhat defiantly.

In an instant, he was back in front of her, but now she was pressed against the pillows on the edge of the nest. His wings were flared out around him, and with the light from above him casting his face in darkness, she felt a true spike of fear run through her body.

“It can be a bit difficult to write out a treaty when you never learned to write in the language of your enemy,” he hissed, his eyes nearly glowing with frustration.

She was silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. Of course he wouldn’t know how to write in Fiorean. He was a dragon from the north. Up here they spoke Draconic, a long forgotten language in Fiore. Merely four fae still knew the language from the time before the war, and they were incredibly difficult to get in contact with. So should a treaty come to the queen of Fiore in Draconic, it would have taken an exceptionally long time to get it translated.

“I’ll make a deal with you then,” she proposed as an idea came to mind.

“What is your deal little fairy? I’m interested to know what you could offer.” His wings slowly lowered to his back, but his expression hardly softened.

“Teach me Draconic, and in return I will teach you to write Fiorean. I know it’s not much, but all I can really offer you is knowledge. I was a scholar, a magic wielder. I’m sure we would both benefit from this deal, just think it over…”

Since she was a little girl, some hundred years ago, she had always been fascinated with the dragons that plagued her people. She had heard tales of their complex language, and had dreamt of learning it. So the thought of finally being able to have a chance at learning even a bit of the difficult language intrigued her.

He hesitated, standing to his full height above her. “I’ll consider it.” Then he was walking away again, leaving her and a dumbstruck Pantherlily in his nest to tend to her wings.

Bucky’s Little Spy (Bucky X Reader / Bucky X Reader’s daughter)

Title: Bucky’s Little Spy  ( Big Hero, Little Hero drabble series 3.0 )

Pairing: Bucky X Reader and Reader’s daughter

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky needs all the help he can get to plan the perfect date. Who better than his own personal little spy?

Previous parts: 1.0 My Little Hero ||  2.0 Mini Winter Soldier  

MASTERLIST

“Hey Poppy, do you know which food places your mom likes?” Bucky asks, his large figure slumped in his pastel purple beanbag, eyebrows tightly knitted together.

Right next to him, Poppy was settled in the new study desk and fluffy chair Pepper got her for her birthday, head buried in the new book Bucky has gotten her.

“Well, she likes having breakfast for all her meals?” Poppy answered, her eyebrows scrunched up just like Bucky’s.

Bucky heaved a sigh and slumped further down his bean bag as he held his head between his hands.

“I can’t possibly bring her for pancakes for a date can I?” his voice came out muffled.

Hearing that, Poppy perked up and twisted her tiny body to face the distraught man next to her.

“You are going on a date with mom? Do you think the birthday fairy heard my birthday wish?!” Poppy squealed, clamoring her way down her chair and climbing onto Bucky’s lap.

Bucky held her young girl to stop her from falling from her excited flailing and replied with a chuckle, “Yes Pops, the birthday fairy must’ve heard you.”, as he blew raspberries on her tummy.

Floods of giggles escaped Poppy and she struggled to get away from Bucky.

“Well, if you’re going on a date with mummy, we’ve got to make sure you are all prepared!” she exclaimed, catching her breath from giggling.

The girl jumped off of Bucky’s lap and held him by his metal arm, tugging him towards where she was heading.

Her tiny feet moved quickly till she reached Bucky’s room, twisted the doorknob and pushed the door wide open.

She used all her strength, pushed Bucky to sit on his couch and made her way to his wardrobe.

Pulling the doors of his closet open one at a time with her small hands, her nose scrunched up with distaste at the lack of color in Bucky’s wardrobe.

“Bucky bear! You’re no fun! Where’s the purples and yellows? Greens and rainbows? It is all black, gray, brown and blue.” she huffed, sticking her head in the closet, her voice muffled from the clothing.

“You don’t think (Y/N)’ll like my wardrobe choices? Should… should I go buy something now? Do you think I have enough time? I could probably go and get back in an hour! What do you think she’ll like on me?” Bucky’s voice came out in a rush as he got on his feet and is rummaging for his wallet.

Just as the wheels of thoughts are churning in his mind, Poppy pulled herself out of the dark colored closet and in her hand was a red henley Bucky forgot he owned.

Poppy shoved the shirt towards Bucky and said “This will do!” a smirk tugging at her lips.

“You really think so? (Y/N) will like this?” Bucky asked with his frown back on his face.

Poppy used all her might and pushed Bucky back onto the couch and settled herself on the carpeted floor in front of him.

“Now Big Barnes, I’m going to give you a crash course on my mom,” Poppy announced, arms crossed in front of herself.

“Oh… oh! okay!” Bucky answered. He straightened himself and reached for the notepad and pen on his bedside desk, a look of concentration etched on his face.


It was date night and Bucky has everything planned to perfection with the help of his trusted partner, Poppy.

He was wearing the red henley the girl picked with snug jeans and black leather combat boots, his hair tied into a low bun, also courtesy of Poppy.

In front of (Y/N)’s apartment, Bucky’s nervousness was evident from his sweaty palms. One arm holding onto his gift, he knocked on the door and held his breath.

After a short minute, the door opened showing (Y/N) dressed in a comfortable cream colored knitted sweater, jeans and a pair of deep red flats that matched Bucky’s henley. Her hair was plaited to the side with a few stray strand framing her face.

(Y/N) greeted him with a wide smile, her eyes twinkling her excitement.

Bucky was left stunned for a moment, his face flushing red at the sight of her. He stumbled over his greetings and clumsily gave (Y/N) the pot of mint plant he got for her.

Seeing the potted plant, (Y/N) smile got wider as she ushered him into her house. She busied herself with placing the plant in her mini window garden whilst Bucky stood staring at her back fondly.

“Poppy’s with Scott and Casey for a sleepover tonight! Though I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to have you over.” (Y/N) said as she twirled around to face him.

“How’d you know I was missing a mint plant?” she added, her eyebrows cocked up in question.

“Well… I may have a little spy spilling classified information to me.” Bucky answered, humor lacing his words.

(Y/N) let out a laugh in understanding and reached for her purse.

“Well, then I guess you and your little spy must have had an interesting covert operation discussing this evening? I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Barnes,” she said cheekily, leading him out of the house.


The evening was everything (Y/N) loved and more. They had dinner at a famous pancakes house and ordered a main and dessert to share. After the meal, Bucky brought her to a little hole in the wall bookstore as they found books for each other, even picking out a few for Poppy.

As they strolled down the sidewalk, (Y/N) felt Bucky’s hesitancy in reaching for her hand. She glanced at the man and saw his faced scrunched up, seeming like he was debating with himself, clenching and unclenching his hand.

(Y/N) was standing to the side of Bucky’s metal arm. He didn’t know if it was appropriate to hold (Y/N)’s hand, much less hold her hand with his metal ones. He was starting to get dejected until he heard her voice.

“I guess your sneakily little spy didn’t help you with this part of the date?” came (Y/N) mischievous question, a smile tugging the corners of her lips.

Before Bucky could form his reply, (Y/N) intertwined her hand with Bucky’s metal one, firmly holding on to him. She continued walking, not minding Bucky’s shock.

After a moment of silence, Bucky voice broke the quietness. He softly said, “You know, for some reason. You and Pops just aren’t scared of my metal arm. You both hold onto it like it’s just a normal arm.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and turned to Bucky, his gaze on the path in front of him.

It is just a normal arm Bucky. You’ve seen how much Poppy loves you. It’s the whole of you. Arm included. That goes for me too, Bucks. All of you. Arm included.” came her reply as she tiptoes and plants a soft kiss on his cheeks.

The sound of Bucky’s ringtone broke the beautiful silence. He fumbled with the phone as he fished it our from his pockets and grinned at the name flashing on the screen.

“Hey, little spy. What can I do for you?” Bucky asked, glancing at (Y/N) with a fond smile on his face.

“Everything’s going great. Your mom and I are very satisfied from the pancakes and we even got you a gift.” he continued.

After a momentary pause, Bucky’s face turned a shade of bright red as he stuttered a soft “Goodbye, love you too.” and hung up the call.

(Y/N) looked at Bucky quizzically, wondering what got him so red.

“Poppy, uhh, Poppy she… she said to not worry about her. She and Cassie are having a good sleepover. And that uh, that we uh, we should also have a good sleepover.” he mumbled out.

At that, (Y/N) blushed from the tips of her ear as a helpless shy smile grew on her face.


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Everyday Demons

(A/N): I don’t know what this is?

Pairings: BuckyXReader, AvengersXReader

Summary: The team is suspicious of (Y/N)’s powers and one night makes them snap.

Warnings: None

Tags: @sxph-t @iamwarrenspeace @bigfootsiddhartamama



(Y/N) had been one of Fury’s new recruits but right off the bat the team found out they were a bit different. They carried a certain dark energy that always was present around them. None of the team could explain it but it always seemed when (Y/N) was in the room, everything would become gloomy and very dark ideas and thoughts came up, which was weird because (Y/N) was a happy person and always tried to cheer everyone up. They always wore a vibrant smile which always made the team’s day even at the worst of times but even then, they couldn’t shake the weird feelings they were having.

The whole team had these weird urges or thoughts all while talking with (Y/N). Steve had thoughts of why he became Captain America and maybe he was better off without being him. Bucky became angry about his metal arm, yelling he wanted it off and Steve had to calm him down. Bruce felt an increasing amount of stress and had to leave his lab several times to calm himself down. Tony’s anxiety spiked and he quickly busied himself with his suits, not eating or sleeping for days. Clint had thoughts of leaving the whole team without a word to live with his family. Natasha’s cold demeanor and habits of the Red Room increased as she became paranoid by the dark energy. Wanda began seeking revenge for her brother’s death and her hatred for Tony began to surface. Thor began to fathom what it would be like if he ruled all the worlds. Sam’s thoughts spiraled with the thought of ‘What ifs’, like what if he saved his friend in the war, where would he be?

The team didn’t know what it was but they had a weird feeling about (Y/N) but they were their teammate and they didn’t seem bad at all. In fact, (Y/N) seemed like the nicest person and was always there if needed, always on time and always did what they were told on missions. There was nothing to complain about but there was an underlying bad feeling about them.


It was team bonding night, and the whole crew was lounging around in the common area, talking, drinking some alcohol when Tony points at (Y/N), question on his tongue. “What about you? What’s your story, (Y/N)?” Their eyes widen as they look up, seeing eyes on them and they give a small gulp, running a hand through their hair.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” (Y/N) confesses quietly but Tony continues to push, sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees as he continues to stare them down.

“Come on, Fury must have recruited you for a reason! I hope it wasn’t for the creepy vibes you send off.” (Y/N)’s face drops at the comment and Natasha and Steve have to nudge him, telling him to stop but Tony shrugs off the advice. “Come on! You guys know they must have some sort of powers! You can’t deny the creepy stuff that happens when they’re around.”

The whole team can’t disagree and (Y/N) nervously balls their fists up but the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain super soldier. Bucky has watched (Y/N) the past few months and couldn’t help but be enthralled by them. He can’t deny the weird stuff that’s been happening but feels compelled to defend them. “Tony, drop it. Leave them alone.” Bucky growls out and Tony turns to glare at him before turning to (Y/N)

“What powers do you have, (Y/N)?” Tony questions with a raised eyebrow and (Y/N) begins to stutter, panic building up.

“I-I don’t have any.” (Y/N) stutters out frantically and they begin to feel a power inside them, they’ve tried to keep out for a long time. They continue to clench their fist together trying to fight the feeling.

“Tony, leave them alone.” Bucky snarls out again but Tony doesn’t relent and the energy noticeably seems to drop in the room, sky outside becoming cloudy and dark.

“Stop defending them! They’re lying!” Tony yells out, standing up from where he was sitting and (Y/N) can’t hold it in anymore.

“Stop!” (Y/N) screams as they unclench their fist and a wave of black mist emits from their hands, swirling violently around the room making a big circle in front of everyone. Another dimension is seen from inside the portal and big demon-looking creatures are seen on the other side coming towards the entrance. (Y/N)’s eyes are glowing a reddish gold as black mist continues to flow from their hands and the whole team is already in a position of defense with shock on their faces. A sudden look of anger and rage takes over (Y/N)’s face as they turn to look at Tony, eyes glowing more brightly. “You want to know why?! You want to know why I have control of darkness and demons!? If you could even comprehend where I’ve came from, you would be terrified!” (Y/N)’s voice angrily shouts and everyone is ready to fight except for one.

Bucky frantically tries to figure out ways to calm them down and only comes up with one solution. He slowly walks towards (Y/N), hands up. “Hey, you’re okay, (Y/N). I know you lost control, I know you tried to hide it, I’m not scared. It’s okay, focus on my voice.” Bucky says gently and they turn to him with anger before it melts into a scared expression, eyes dimming slowly to their original color. The black mist slowly dissipates and the portal quickly begins to shut as he continues to walk towards them.

Fear fills (Y/N)’s body and they begin to scramble backwards away from Bucky. “No… stop.” He doesn’t stop but before they can escape, Bucky grabs them into a gentle hug and (Y/N), feeling his solid arms around them, quickly melts into his embrace as a small sob escapes their body. “I’m terrifying.” (Y/N) chokes out almost inaudibly and Bucky frowns, rocking them gently.

“I’m not scared of you. You are scared of yourself and that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared but I’ll teach you how to be strong, I promise.” Bucky whispers and (Y/N) grips him tighter never wanting to let go.

“Thank you.”


This didn’t actually end up how I wanted it and it’s sort of bad. I’m sorry!

My birthday present - A Carlisle Cullen imagine

Could I have a Carlisle X reader story please? If possible could it be a smuty story about him and his human mate and he is telling her how much she means to him because he’s waiting almost 400 years for her and he’d do anything for her? Thank you!!!

WARNING: A LOT OF SMUT, A LOT OF DESCRIPTIVE SEX!

I have been working for Dr. Cullen for about four years now. I started as an intern while studying medicine at the University of Washington college in Seattle. I shadowed Dr. Cullen for about five minutes before I fell in love with him.
I try to keep a low profile about it, but somehow I think he knows. He must be used to all the ladies fawning over him. I still couldn’t help but blush when he compliments me.

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Count The Stars

“Count The Stars”

I tried to count the ways
That I love you in the stars
This project took me days
And I’m still not very far.

Some stars burned brightly
Before falling to the ground
Just then I thought of how
You make me feel when you’re around.

But there are no words
No beauty to describe
The way you warm my heart
The way you make me smile.

I never thought I could love
But you slowly showed me how
Back then I couldn’t do
Things that I can now.

I love your color eyes
Your grin; your skin
I love the way you glare
When you know I let you win.

I love the way your hair
Gets tangled in the wind
Its great how we relate
Because I know where you have been.
 

I love how you’re so kind
I love the way you think
I love your sex appeal
Wearing black and pink.

I love the way we share
All the things we hide
I love the way you care
About how I feel inside.

I’m amazed at how much time
Passes when we talk
About games we used to play
Using sidewalk chalk.
 

Your voice is in my head
About the future getting better
And the dark things you said
I could talk to you forever.

I love how you confide
And ask me for advice
These are tides that bind
Like molecules in ice.

I love the trust we gained
Between the two of us
Neither had to strain
Or ever cause a fuss.

What we have is rare
You’re a diamond in the rough
But with you I’d gladly share
Until you’ve had enough.

And behind those painful eyes
Where you suffered much abuse
I can not tell a lie
I have suffered too.

But people like you and me
We don’t deserve so much pain
Not after what we’ve seen
Not after taking blame.

I’m glad this came so natural
Like the water in the sea
I really hope you know
You mean everything to me.
 

And if you become lost
And steered from your track
You can reach out your hand
And know I’m reaching back.

Little Do You Know - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Part 3)

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A/N: Part 3 is finally here! I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think, I loveee feedback. Also, sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Part 12 & 3] - [Masterlist]


Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: Alcohol involved, that’s it I think.
Word count: 1507


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