fic is still coming i promise

dex has red hair

i have red hair too, which is pretty awesome. and also horrible, sometimes, because being ginger affects so much more than the just the pigment of your hair. so anyways here are some facts about dex and his hair bc i can relate:

  • he’s so pale
    • he’s so pale
    • even when he kind of manages to get a little darker after a sunburn fades, he’s still paler than everyone else’s normal skin tone
  • he does not tan. ever.
    • yeah sure, he may work on a lobster boat all summer, but buddy, i promise you, he’s not gonna come out of it looking nice and bronze
      • (why do people write fics where he comes back from the summer with a killer tan??? no bro, he probably just looks like a lobster. it sucks)
    • his skin just slowly gets pinker until he has a terrible sunburn, and then sometimes if he’s lucky it will turn out a little tanner when it fades
    • he probably uses at least spf 50, lbr here
      • actually, nah probably higher than that if we’re being honest
      • and he has to apply it like every hour
    • ugh and oh my god, he probably gets splotchy sunburns!!!
      • basically you think you’ve put sunscreen everywhere and spread it evenly but NOPE
      • random blotches of your skin will just be bright red while the rest is ridiculously pale and you look like you have some sort of disease-ridden rash
      • it has probably happened on his face and it’s the saddest thing
  • he has freckles for dayssssss (especially after the summer because they come back in full force during that season)
    • freckles everywhere
    • in the most random places
    • some are on his lips and on the back of his knees and his elbows and just very odd places
    • its a never ending cycle of freckles fading while new freckles form
    • he kind of gets a tan through his freckles??? 
      • bc he has so many and as they fade they kind of blotch together and make him look tan, but when you look really close you’re just like, oh, those are just tiny dots bunched together, not the actual pigmentation of your skin
    • he has. SO MANY. freckles on his shoulders
      • if you are of the male specimen, you probably go out shirtless in the summertime, and the sun hits you really hard on your shoulders, and thus, so. many. freckles. there.
      • (this is literally the most prominent place of freckles for redhead boys. please ask my brother and all of my cousins)
  • “does the carpet match the drapes?” ;)
    • why do people ask this
    • he gets this all the time, and it’s not just from people hitting on him
    • and it’s super awkward
    • especially when they don’t match. bc um. a lot of times they don’t. just so you know.
    • “haha, firecrotch, huh?”
      • will wouldn’t find this funny even if it were accurate
  • back to the sunburn thing, it’s nice in the winter when he doesn’t get fried!! JUST KIDDING BC BLUSHING IS A THING
    • yeah anytime he gets remotely embarrassed or flustered, his face is the color of a tomato okay
    • even if he’s not actually uncomfortable, it still happens
      • “dex, nice shirt, man.” ➝ red face
      • “dude, nice assist!”➝ red face
      • *accidentally bumps into someone* ➝ red face
    • anytime nursey says anything ever, his face is red. i promise you this. i know this to be true
    • or pink or orange, for that matter
    • (but i mean he goes to samwell so the red thing is kind of hard)
    • he unintentionally gravitates towards green and blue clothing bc his mom probably accidentally instilled in him that they compliment his hair as a child
      • this is so real. this is the realest, most relatable thing
    • going to samwell was probably super weird bc he had to start buying spirit wear and stuff and when he did, he realized he didn’t own any other red clothing
  • people always make irish jokes or assume he is irish, especially around st. patricks day
    • dex has no idea if he is irish
  • people always ask if another redhead they know is related to him
    • no
  • he has heard every “ginger” joke under the sun
    • no one has ever actually bullied him for it
    • but everyone makes the same jokes
    • will basically mouths the words as people say them bc he knows them so well at this point
    • he’s not actually bothered or offended, it’s just like… dude. he’s heard this before. you’re not being original
      • it’s very boring and a little irritating
    • but if he gets annoyed or doesn’t laugh people think he is a bad sport, so!!! he laughs them off even though he’s very disinterested and wants to tell them to maybe get some new material so they can actually say something remotely humorous next time
    • and he totally knows its not a big deal at all, bc some people have to deal with racist or homophobic jokes, and this doesn’t remotely compare. it’s just… very eye-roll inducing.
  • he gets horrible bruises for the stupidest shit, and sometimes just randomly and he’s not sure where they came from, bc ya gotta love that sensitive skin!!
  • oh and back to the ginger jokes thing, someone always makes a comment about that redhead temper!!
    • which is kind of unfortunate, bc dex kind of does have some temper issues
    • those jokes do not make him less angry either
      • (dex, seriously man. just chill for a sec)

wow this got really long and i could go on forever and ever but yeah basically this is the gist of it. also i’m aware some of this can apply to lots of people but anyways hooray for redheads!!

After Hours - Vulnerable

Hello again! So this is nothing too special, just an idea I had after the finale and then it kinda turned into something that hit me after the RWBY cast was on Always Open. It’s White Rose and I know the last two have been them so promises that the next After Hours will be something else. 

Anyway, also wanted to say that Foxtrot is moving along and will have an update sooner than later. I’m also in the process of outlining a new fic for this hiatus that I’m really excited about and it’ll be coming when Foxtrot is concluded. 

Enough from me. Here’s some BFF Weiss/Ruby

Despite the fact that she was exhausted and her muscles hurt from training and it was already past midnight – Ruby was still awake.

It had been an extremely emotional day. Not only had her sister returned, but they’d run into Weiss as well. They reunions had been everything Ruby imagined they would be. A lot of crying and hugging and a few times here Yang yelled at her – then one time where Weiss did. Then more hugging and Weiss crying and Yang teasing Ruby when she kissed Weiss on the forehead.

She didn’t know what all the fuss was about, it was only because that’s how her dad would always help her stop crying. She wanted to do the same for Weiss. Yang’s snickers and teasing didn’t even make sense but was still annoying.

Though that annoyance couldn’t replace the relief at seeing her partner and big sister again. To have three members of team RWBY together was so wonderful, even though they all felt Blake’s absence.

Yang had promised they’d find her too, that they’d be together again. Yang was so confident, so strong and smiling so much – it made Ruby’s heart swell.

The emotion of the day had overwhelmed her, and even after Yang went out with Qrow and Weiss retired to the room she rented out, Ruby was still wired up and unable to sleep.

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My FF7 doujin is complete!  I wasted half my ink messing up, but once I figured everything out I was still able to make seven copies. I’ll be selling at a loss again… XD;  But that’s okay because loooooooook how cool it turned out!  28 pages bursting with comics, fic, 4koma, and art.  No pairings, so anyone can enjoy it! (There are hints, but they’re varied and balanced.)

If you want one of these bad boys, come see me at Ushicon this weekend - it’s the only convention I have set in stone so far this year.  Obviously, quantities are super limited.  (But if I go to any more cons this year, I promise to make more!)

Sunny Days-chapter 7

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- After their night of lust, Sunny and Negan discuss the future. Can they come to an agreement?

Word Count- 3k+

Author’s Note- This was difficult to write so it took a while to get motivated. Smut and fluff is just easier. This is neither of those. Angst and drama. Still not beta’d. I live for comments and feedback. I promised my husband I would figure out how to use the word thunder-lust.

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Originally posted by another-dimension666

Sunny stretched languidly in her bed. She opened an eye and took at a look at her clock. She bolted upright. It was almost noon. Had she slept through her alarm? No. She hadn’t set one. Last night, she had been too tired from her encounters with Negan to remember. She glanced over her shoulder to get a peek of him wondering if her momentary panic had woken him. The other side of the mattress, however, was empty and cold.

She left the comfort of her bed, goosebumps raising on her legs as her bare feet touched the cement floor, and quickly threw on some comfy clothes. She tip toed through her bunker in search of some sign that he was still here. The bathroom was empty. No coffee brewing in the kitchen. She decided to check on the chickens. Maybe he was in the barn.

He wasn’t. She went through the motions of her chores. Feeding and watering the chickens. Gathering any eggs. Watering the garden. Putting everything away where it went when she was done. She vaguely remembered seeing a bag and his bat as he dressed her last night in her room and ran to see if his things were still there.

They weren’t. She sat on the edge of her bed and stared at the ground waiting for tears to flood her eyes, for her heart to shatter, but it didn’t. She felt nothing but adrenaline pumping through her veins fueling anger.

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Shelter from Your Storm

Blindspot fanfic.

So…. I know I promised to update my old fics, but @zumbagirl8302 and I got to talking and, ehrm, this happened instead. It’s angsty fluff-ish. Fluff adjacent? Something like that.

(And yeah, there’s more coming.)

Nine agents dead. Nearly twice that many injured, six still in the hospital in critical condition. Nine good men and women he’d sent into harm’s way who hadn’t come home. Nine grieving families he’d had to contact. Nine official inquiries he’d had to fumble through.

Nine more people he’d failed to keep safe.

Kurt Weller rubbed his forehead and grimaced. All he’d done for the past three days was notify families and answer the same questions, over and over.

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Prompt: There used to be six of us, now i’m alone | gang au |  2.4k words

Genre: Gang AU, violence, action, fluff (sort of), angst, reader x hoseok, reader x jimin

Authors note: So this is a new series, this first chapter doesn’t have much action but I still hope you enjoy it x

Warnings: swearing, violence 

Chapters: 1

You stared at Emile, your boss, mouth agape and eyes stony.

“I still have Len.”

“Y/N he’s still alive but is he able to come here and help you? No he isn’t. We can’t have lone ranger in a society of gangs can we now?  I’m telling you, you need to move on with another gang. This gang is a great choice because their position is just as high as yours used to be.” As she spoke her eyes screamed pity.

“How can I trust these guys?” You ran a hand through your hair and stared at the picture that sat in your hand. There were six boys, all looking dapper in suits with mischievous glints in their eyes. When this picture was shoved into your hands, Emile had told you to learn their names since you’d become part of their team. You let out a laugh of disbelief. Gangs were all about loyalty and trust yet here you were, sitting in front of a woman who was telling you to leave behind the only living member of your group to join another.

“These guys have been in the game nearly as long as you have Y/N . They’re on our side and are 100% trustworthy.” Emile re- assured you.

“You can’t force me join this team Emile. Remember who the real leader here is?” She looked down at her hands that sat on her lap. “Exactly.”

“Y/N please, y- you have to, it’ll be good for you. You can’t mope around for the rest of your life!”

“You’re right Emile, I can’t mope around for the rest of my life but can you at least give me time to mourn. They died a week ago Emile. A week.” She looked forlorn as you spoke.

“I already set up a meeting with them though.” She dragged on.

You sighed and pushed your hair away from your face, “I’ll do it. Now stop begging.” Guess there’s no time to mourn you thought it’s all about business, again.

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Brace yourselves...another fic is coming...

That’s right. :D :D :D :D :D

I know I promised some fluff for my ‘Lost Paladins’ series - and that nice cute fun fic will be coming soon - but I’ve also been working on another installment…one that I thought I should give you a teeny tiny preview of. I wrote this scene last night and though it may still go through some changes, I really, really, REALLY wanted to share it with you all. :-) So, here it is.

*trailer music plays*

Red was snarling in stubborn, rebellious protest now, and Aurelis knew he couldn’t talk the Lion down from taking direct action much longer. So, Aurelis did what any average person would do when losing a shouting match with a tempermental Lion who was about to undermine an entire rescue operation.

He lost his freaking mind.

“STARS ABOVE, THAT IS IT!!” Aurelis howled, hopping up and down with frustration. He marched right up to the control panel and glared at what he thought might be the Red Lion’s eyes. “AS THE CASTLE’S OFFICIAL HEALER, I DEMAND THAT YOU SHOW SOME SHRED OF SELF-CONTROL!!”

Red roared back at him then, and Aurelis was almost glad for this direct confrontation of their wills. It distracted them both from the very disturbing mental image of one of their friends at Haggar’s mercy.


Aurelis made a worried, exasperated sound through his nose and stormed back towards the passenger section as he shouted his answer over his shoulder. It seemed that Red was also glad for this outlet for his worry and fear. Good, good, at least screaming at the top of their lungs could distract them for a few seconds at a time.  “YES! YES I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW! HOW?!”

Red’s reply was so loud, it very well could have shattered the silence of a black hole.


Don’t have a clue what I’m talking about? That’s okay! Here’s a link to my ‘Lost Paladins’ series on Archive of Our Own. Feel free to check it out - this author loves feedback! :-)

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But what happens to you?

Here is my promised Natan fic. It’s Fluff and kisses.

4000+ words

Nutshell: Natalie comes home acting stranger than usual, and when satan pushes her to just spit it out already, things dont quite goes as he planned. and so he attempts to comfort her.

Natalie walked in the front door and dropped her school bag down at her feet, Satan could hear her frustrated sounds, as she struggled to pull of her tall brown boots. Her jacket was next, and she flung it over the back of the navy blue arm chair that sat opposite to the love seat that, “Stanleywas currently sprawled out on. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then back at the television, where some generic soap opera had been playing in a marathon for the majority of the day. Satan hated to admit he was almost interested to see if the main protagonists secret, and by default insane, twin would walk in on the uncle that was having an affair with their mother, who had kept her locked up all her life, or if the two lovers would manage to part just before the girl barged in with the revolver she had shoved in the band of her thigh high stockings.

           It wasn’t until Natalie had quietly sat down on the floor in front of the couch, without a single word for the better part of the now, almost finished episode, that he started to take notice of how strange she was acting. Her silence was unsettling, and the way she nervously twisted her fingers through the ends of her hair, the small twinge of pain he felt in his own head, was the proof that she had something on her mind, and by default, his own. There was no escape from her aggravating twitching, if the issue wasn’t addressed before the girls head exploded from being over worked.

“Kid just spit it out already before you go fucking bald”

He let out an aggravated huff, rolling his eyes as he looked over at her finally. His sudden break in the silence had made her jump, and she quickly looked over at him before looking away again just as fast. Dropping her hair and choosing to clasp her fingers tightly together in her lap.

“Oh, um, no, ha ha, nothing wrong! Just, ya know, schools a draaaggg, heh…”

The nervous tick worsened, and she wrung her fingers so hard he could feel the pressure in his own hands. With a loud grown he flipped upright and roughly grabbed her wrist to make her stop. Shocked, Natalie’s head quickly snapped up to look at him, the fear and panic in her expression stunned him momentarily, and his face scrunched up in frustration. What in the hell was her problem? They were well past her thinking he was going to cause her physical harm, so why was she so damn jumpy? She tried to force a smile again, but it was more of a grimace than a smile. She attempted to pull her wrist out of his grasp, which in reality was pointless, any attempts at getting away if he wanted to keep her somewhere were futile, and she knew it. After a few attempts at getting him to release her she gave up. Her hand hung limply between them in the almost suffocating silence. He really didn’t understand her, not in the least, one minute she was all happy go lucky, smiling in the face of death while running straight into the impending doom cloud of the apocalypse, on a fucking rainbow unicorn; and then there were these times…

“Seriously kid, you aren’t yourself right now, so what’s your problem?”

Natalie took in a deep shaky breath, and chewed on the inside of her lip before she spoke.

“I just, I’m worried, is all… about… all this junk that’s going on, with Michael… that psycho in the ally… what it’s going do to dad when he finds out the truth…”

As she spoke, with each word it seems her voice got lower and lower, and he struggled to hear what she was saying. But he understood her worry for her father, the poor old man already thought he was losing it, especially after seeing a glimpse of his long dead wife, during the possible deal with Michael over Natalie’s soul. It was just a matter of time before the guy finally figured something out; Satan figured Natalie had known from the start that things wouldn’t be easy to keep their contract a secret for long. Although he was still confused as to why she choose now to being collapsing under the pressure, he gave her credit for lasting this long.

“Really kid that’s your problem? You didn’t honestly think you could hide the apocalypse of all things, from your father forever, did you?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that, it was hilarious to think the girl planned on hiding the end of the world. In what way did she plan on doing that? No amount of sweet talk and lies could cover up this mess, regardless of their contract, the apocalypse was coming; for everyone, ‘for her’. His last thought was a sobering one, now that he knew Natalie, he knew she was a very strong girl ‘but not strong enough…’ He turned his attention back to the girl in front of him, who was now turned away slightly, staring blankly across the room. Her breathing was uneven, and he could now see that her entire body was almost vibrating in an attempt to keep herself together.


He almost never said her name, it was a conscious choice to not call her by her name. In the beginning, he had mainly done it simply because it annoyed her, and she would constantly remind him that she had a real name. But this time, there was no thought behind it, it was genuine, his worry showing through in the form of her name. He could feel her unease when he spoke, the twisting of something awful in his stomach that made him want to be sick. And that’s the moment he heard it, a small, muffled sound, the tiny sob that came along with the next words she spoke.

“…I’m worried about what will happen to you… if Michael wins… if demons go to hell… where do you go when you die?” There was silence after that, it filled the room, and all at once everything was, too warm and too cold. He felt disconnected, empty, smothered by the words that had just come out of her mouth… She was too soft, too caring, too close. He couldn’t handle it, couldn’t stand someone caring so much about him, because it was always a lie ‘she’s safe’, he corrupted anything he touched, he was poison ‘you can’t taint her’. There was no way this small girl could honestly care, or should care rather, about what happens to the devil after the apocalypse ’but she does, just let her help you’, this time he physically shook his head to get rid of the thoughts. From past experience he knew not to be so trusting… He dropped her wrist like it burned him, and without thinking about his words, he spat them out directly at her

           "Where the fuck did that come from? And why do you care? It’s not like it’s going to matter anyway. You’re too stubborn to break this contract, so you’re going to die with me! There’s no reason to worry about my fate when you’re going down the same god damn path kid"

           The laugh that followed his words was loud, and bitter, he got up and angrily stomped towards the hall, intending to go upstairs by himself to calm down, since there was no way she would let him leave the house. He needed to get away before he decided to start breaking objects around the room; which of course would only end in another trip to church, but with how he felt right now it would be well worth it. Once he reached the hallway he stopped, just out of her sight, the muffled sounds Natalie had been making previously, we no longer so muffled. He stared intently at the worn out red rug at his feet, flexing his toes and watching the fibers shift around. The attempts to swallow around the newly forming lump in his throat, were not very successful. He mentally kicked himself for yelling at her, although he enjoyed other people’s pain, he didn’t enjoy hers, and it was a major piss off. He dug his claws into the doorframe to steady himself, and with a low snarl, he turned around and stomped back out into the Livingroom.

           Natalie looked up just as Satan stopped in front of her, and before she could react, Satan roughly grabbed onto her arm and pulled her up, dragging her towards the stairs. In her current state, along with the fact she was fighting against the devil, she weakly protested, sniffing in a failed attempt to stop more tears from falling. He pulled her up the stairs and into her room, letting go long enough to close the door behind him causing random papers and photos the girl had stuck to her door, to scatter all over the floor. He shifted into, as she called it, his ‘drug dealer’ form, and turned around to face her, once again. She stood there with her arms wrapped around herself, her normal, annoyingly extroverted, bubbly self, had been replaced with something, he has only momentarily seen a few times before. The times when she had brought him to visit her mother’s grave, the handful of times some of his insults had gotten under her skin, or when Michael had brought her mother to her in an attempt to forcefully break her contract with him. It was that small flinch, the momentary silence before she laughed and brushed him off, the underlying anger that only seemed to make her feel guilty; the look in her eyes, it just wasn’t her… He shoved away the thoughts, and focused back on the current situation, pointing towards the bed.

“Sit down”

           It was a simple, and monotone command that even she should be able to follow. She looked up at him through her lashes, her face was less red, but her cheeks still looked damp, and his hands twitched reflexively at the sight. A dull itch was spreading across his palms, and he had to forcibly hold them stiffly at his sides, clenching them into fists to stop the movement. He stood still looking across the room at the various things piled onto her bookshelf, trying to find some kind of distraction that would help to shove the thoughts back down to where ever it was they were coming from. Natalie didn’t move immediately, but after a moment, she slowly walked over towards the bed, and gently sat herself down, looking up at him fully now, as if she were waiting for further instruction. He sucked in a deep breath, and let it out through his nose as he walked towards the edge of the bed.

           Once he was standing in front of her, he leaned over and pulled down the pile of old blankets, standing up straight again once there was room for her. Rather than watching her, he choose to stare across the room again, his eyes falling on her dresser mirror, which was surrounded by pictures, new and old that were taken throughout her life. As his eyes followed the line of photos, he stopped on a picture of the two of them, wedged into the corner where the mirror met the wooden frame work. It was one that she had made him take on her birthday, and a rare one where he wasn’t sporting his signature frown, which appeared in almost all the other pictures she had of him. It was almost surreal to see his own face in something so, normal… he glanced away from the photos now, staring at the floor instead. In yet another attempt to clear his mind of the thoughts that had been bombarding him recently. Thankfully the kid understood the silent request and she carefully climbed over the mound of blankets, sitting back down and pulling the layers up over her legs. Which was a very well, welcomed distraction.

           Once she had gotten comfortable, he sat himself down on the edge of the bed with his back to her. Neither of them said a word, and it wasn’t until her heard her sniffing, as if she was going to cry again, that he shifted around to face her. This time it was her who wouldn’t look at him, her head was bent down, chin pressed against her chest. He didn’t know why the sight bothered him so much, it shouldn’t, the devil shouldn’t care, especially not about a human girl being upset 'but you do’ that little voice in the back of his head, whispering to him again. It was nothing like those voices, not even close, and rather screaming and bombarding him, with a constant flow of disgusting and twisted words; it spoke nothing but the truth. Which was sometimes more painful than the things the soul trapped in eternal damnation would say. That small little voice, always spoke up at all the wrong times, more and more lately. This girl was working her way under his skin, and he hated it! 'That’s a lie’; again he was called out on what even he couldn’t deny was bullshit. He tilted his head down, to get a better look at her face, and he glanced up at him just slightly. After a moment, a quiet humorless laugh escaped her lips

“Yeah I know I’m a baby”

“I didn’t say anything”

He really hadn’t, although from how odd his actions would have seemed to her, it was no surprise she thought it was all simply out of pity. More and more the urge to constantly insult her, had dwindled, and although it did bother him to a point, he couldn’t deny the things that came from that tiny, locked away place where that voice now lived. She sniffed again and as she spoke she rubbed a hand across her face to wipe away the newly fallen tears

“You don’t have to say it…”

She spoke in a muffled whisper, and with how pathetic her voice had sounded, Satan honestly had to fight back a snort. She really did know him so well, so well that even if he made the conscious effort to not be a prick, she always knew what his initial reaction was. He moved up further on the bed, turning himself until he was seated next to her, leaning against the wall. She gave him a weary look, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t look directly at her. If he did he wouldn’t be able to go through with this, and the struggle to not want to run and hide, was already quite the fight. He pulled one of her pillows on her bed over, propping it against the wall next to him. The only other movement he made, was to stretch his arm out towards her. He could see her reaction out of the corner of his eye, she had stopped crying once again, and now her face was scrunched up in confusion, her nose wrinkled up and a small pout on her lips. Once again he focused intently on the other side of the room, he couldn’t let himself back out now, she would never let him live it down.

She slowly pushed herself back against the oversized pillow, leaning back slightly. And when her back came in contact with his arm, Satan couldn’t help but notice how soft her hair was. Or how nice the perfume she worse smelled. He sat there, back straight as a board, and he tried to force himself to relax, when he noticed Natalie was wearily mirroring his posture. Slouching down slightly, he let his shoulders relax, and his arm laid more naturally against the back of the pillow, his hand hanging down, where he gently brushed her arm, as she began to adjust herself where she was sat, half curled up next to him.

When she still didn’t relax, he gave up and with an audible gruff sigh, he gripped her shoulder and pulled her over, to where she was now pressed against his side. A small squeaking noise was the most he got out of her, and she looked up at the side of his face, while he did his best not to look back. As much as he had the urge to face her, he fought against it, for the sake of his sanity. It didn’t take long for the kid to realize she wasn’t going to get any explanation, and rather than trying to make him talk, like she normally did, she wiggled around until she was sitting more comfortable next to him; her knees pulled up and resting against his leg, while she laid her head down on his chest, bringing the arm that wasn’t trapped between them up to rest against his side on his ribs, next to her head. He had to take slow, steadying breaths, to calm himself down why was nervous, and for what? There was no reason for this to bother him so much. As much as the girl pissed him off sometimes, she had been through quite a bit, and if this helped her then he would get over it, at least for the time being, to try to give her some comfort.

He used his free hand, to carefully pull the green stripped comforter up over her shoulders, covering the arm that was wrapped around her in the process. They sat there for quite a while, and just as he noticed the lights coming from her bedroom window dim, her breathing had leveled out, and he finally took the chance of glancing down at her. She was fast asleep, she was snoring lightly, and pieces of her hair had slipped down over her face. He paused for a moment, before lifting his hand up, and gently moving the strands’ of hair away, brushing them behind her ear. His fingers lingered on the skin of her cheek for a short moment brushing away the remaining tears that were still there, before he pulled them away and rested his arm across his stomach. Despite everything else that had happened, what was the biggest mystery, was how quickly Natalie had managed to calm down. Who in their right mind would feel content to fall asleep curled up next to the literal personification of hell itself?

“You’re something else kid…”

She really was, right from the beginning, her initial fear about meeting him had faded rather quickly. She easily fell into her role as his contractor, and took that job just a little too seriously, at least he thought she had at first. But the longer he was with her, the more he saw she was a great help for himself, because she gave him no other options; she saw right through him, all his bullshit. She may honestly be the only person that even bothered to find out more about him, to truly know him; something other than the fact that he was the king of hell. It both shocked him and, as much as he hated to admit it, pleased him, it was both comforting and horrifying, that the more she pushed at him, broke down the barricades that he had built up over the centuries, the more he didn’t mind, The more he wanted her to see of himself. Because he couldn’t see anything good in himself, nothing but darkness resided in himself, where she found light; if that light was not his own, she gave him hers. With a weary sigh, he couldn’t help but voice his thoughts out loud.

“You may be a major pain in my ass, but now, I’m glad it was you I got stuck with”

The truth, he couldn’t help it, she made him feel, things he thought he had long since forgotten, was a natural thing with her, and there was no way around it.

“Not that I haven’t considered smothering you in your sleep, because I have, but I never did… I couldn’t bring myself to actually hurt you…”

His words trailed off, and he really didn’t know what else to say, how he could describe what she did to him. Glancing down, he watched her face as she slept, she looked so calm, all the stress from the looming apocalypse disappearing from her features. Her cheek pressed against his chest, pushed her lips out into a little pout, and he found himself focusing on her lips just a little too long, before turning his eyes away swallowing thickly, and instead focusing on the hand she had resting on his chest. She really was tiny compared to him, her hands were small and delicate, but he also knew she could throw a good punch when she needed too. She was strong for a human, not so much in the physical sense, but her will, and it was something he admired about her; even if her sassy nature pissed him off every so often, it pissed Michael off more. He couldn’t help the small smirk that came to his face at the thought, Michael was extremely annoyed with the fact that from the beginning, Natalie preferred Satan, and anybody else for that matter, over him.

“I know I’m an asshole, it’s in my nature, but I hope you know I don’t really hate you, not completely anyway. But you are kind of a bitch at times, and being tied to a teenager still isn’t at the top of my list of favorite things… but you’re not, completely horrible”

He felt Natalie shift slightly, and tensed at the movement, and before he could really react, Natalie sat up and faced him. He was frozen in place, as they watched each other, and then the kid did something that really threw him off. Using the hand between them as leverage, she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling away and laying her head back on his chest, pressing against his side more firmly.

“I love you too ya big marshmallow”

He coughed and sputtered for a moment before falling silent, his entire body felt heavy, and the tightness in his chest made it hard to breath. Looking down at her again, all he could see was the top of her head. He couldn’t help how his voice shook as he attempted to speak


She lifted her head up towards him, a faint look of confusion on her face, her hair flopped over in her face once again. And that was it. As much as he would tease her about it, she really was quite pretty. Not in the supermodel sense, she was no Cleopatra that’s for sure. But her soul, she was so bright, even from his view; and he couldn’t help but wish he could see what Raphael could. But he wouldn’t ever have a true complaint about the parts he could see… with that, he couldn’t take it any longer


His words wouldn’t come out, and as Natalie looked more and more worried, there was only one way he could tell her what he was trying to say; with that he lifted the hand that was resting on his stomach next to hers, and moved her hair out of her face, resting it against her cheek and using his thumb to tilt her head upwards, as he quickly leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. There was no thought to it, instinct had lead him to this, and he simply kept his lips lightly against hers, as he waited for her reaction.

Said reaction was an obvious one, she went completely still and sucked in a sharp breath, although she didn’t pull away. Letting his hand slip down to rest against her neck, He kept his eyes shut tightly, afraid to have to face the rejection that was inevitably coming. He stayed in place for a few moments longer before pulling away ever so slightly; he could feel her breath against his lips, and it sent a chill down his spine that he physically reacted to. The silence, once again, was smothering him, but there was no escape from this, and what he had done wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten. What he wasn’t expecting was the feeling of Natalie’s free hand, being placed against the side of his face as she ran her thumb across his cheekbone. Her breath against his lips, the small trembling in her hand that was spreading through her body, the feeling of just how, god damn warm she was pressed against him. But the one thing he wasn’t expecting, was the feeling of her lips pressing against his own. Soft and tentative.

This time it was his turn to be shocked, and he felt her soft smile against his lips. At this point, the arm that was around her shoulder, wrapped fully around her, as he pulled her upwards, and held her against him. Once again he used the hand on her neck to gain leverage, as he returned her shy kiss a little more firmly, barely pulling away before pressing into her once more with more urgency.

The hand she had on his face moved to the back of his neck, and gently gripped onto the hair there, nails running against the skin, and he couldn’t help the shiver that was accompanied with a low growl against the girl’s lips. At his reaction, she seemed to gain more confidence in herself, deciding to pry her other arm from between them, choosing to wrap it around his neck, gripping onto the opposite shoulder as her other hand ran through his hair once more. He could feel her heart beat against his hand, hard and fast and her heavy breathing against him, each time their lips parted ever so slightly; and he was no better. He could feel his teeth sharpening on their own accord, and his horns began to grow against his will, no matter how hard he struggled to keep himself under control, he just couldn’t, not with her.

He pulled away once more breathing heavily, opening his eyes to look at the girl that both ripped him apart and held him together. His breath hitched at the sight, her already large, innocent looking eyes on him, the green almost completely swallowed up by her pupils, her lips parted slightly, red and irritated from his assault, moved ever so slightly as she struggled to catch her breath. She stared back at him intently, neither of them daring to move, they were still so close, their noses brushing ever so slightly each time one of them took a breath. And after a painfully long pause, Satan took the initiative, sitting up more, and leaning into the little red head girl, loosening his grip on her slightly, she allowed him to lay her down across the head of the bed. When her back hit the mattress, he took arm that was once wrapped around her shoulders and rested himself on his elbows as he hovered over her. Pausing above her for just a moment, but it was obviously too long for Natalie, because after a few seconds she reached up and wrapped both her arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet her lips once again, gripping onto the collar of his dress shirt.

Once again everything was far too warm, but he couldn’t bare being separated from her, the feeling of her softly pressed against him, she was so small; soft and tender, where he was the opposite, all tense muscle and steel grip, such a vast difference from her, and it was perfect. He really didn’t deserve her, in no way, shape or form, and she didn’t deserve him, the anger, the danger, everything about them screamed that the two didn’t fit together, but by some crazy miracle they matched perfectly.

Her teeth scraping against his lips shook away his thoughts, and he instinctually returned the gesture by biting down on her own lip with more pressure. The small surprised noise she made was swallowed up by his own mouth, as he held back the urge to dig his claws into her bed spread. He pressed her down into the mattress, pulling back to pepper kisses all over her face; her cheeks, forehead, her nose. He returned to her lips for a moment, before slowly and softly, pressing small, deliberate kisses down the side of her face, until he met with her jawline. Pausing there, from where he was hovered over her, he looked over at her, for a sign, anything to tell him this was alright. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel pressured, he wouldn’t dare do any more than what she would allow him. Since he had stopped moving, she finally opened her eyes again. They watched each other, for how long, he really couldn’t tell you, the sun outside the window having set long ago, the two of them being completely oblivious to anything but the other person that was wound so tightly around them. Natalie was the first to speak.

“So um… what now? Y-you know a lot more… about this stuff than I do…”

She bit her lip after she was finished speaking, and he could feel the sensation in his own. Despite the electric feel in the air, and the position the two were in, it wasn’t a sensual thing, but a rather adorable one. The grin that spread across his face, and the deep rough laugh that came out of him seemed to confuse her for a second, but he could see the small twitch in the corner of her mouth. His own smile spread to her, and she leaned up to press a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth before laying back down. He reached up and ran his hand through her hair, watching the strands fall through his fingers, as he played with the softly curled locks. Her eyes drooped closed slightly at his actions. A small hum of approval escaping her gently parted lips.

“You should probably get some sleep kid. You look like you need it”

With that, he gently, he pushed his arm underneath her, and lifted her to a sitting position. With the motion, her grip on his neck tightened and in her half asleep state, she refused to let go of him when he tried to lay her back down on her bed properly.

“Noooo, stay m’hear with me… m’please?” came her mumbled reply against his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere kid… now go to sleep”

With that he struggled to maneuver himself so he could lay down, which proved difficult when she wouldn’t let go of him. After a few failed attempts, he huffed and gently pried her arms from around her neck, and once again, he would not admit that the small groans of disproval she made, were adorable; even if they were. Once he had managed to get her better situated, he laid down and pulled her against him, her face buried in his chest while he rested his chin on the top of her head. It wasn’t long before she was fast asleep, snoring softly against him, as he rubbed small circles into her back.

“Goodnight Natalie.” a small whisper against her hairline, not really meant for her to hear

“Goodnight Satan”

Came her small tired reply, and with that he gave her one last small squeeze, and placed final kiss to her forehead, closing his own eyes. Even if he couldn’t sleep, he could still enjoy the calm that she brought him.

@sailormoveart @eggsstirmilkate

18. Who’s She? Part 5. (JokerXReader)

You guys are so awesome, I still can’t believe how much you like this fic, this is for you! <3

Who’s She? Part 5.

Promise me something …“

What do you want me to promise?“

Promise me, that you come back to me. I wanna see you again.“

I don’t know if I can-“

Promise, (Y/N). I won’t let them bring me back into my cell, until you didn’t promised it …“

Okay … I promise …“

Lovely girl. So lovely.“


You woke up with wide eyes, the sun was already shining, it must be six or seven in the morning and you dreamed it again.

He wanted you to come back for him and you couldn’t tell anymore, if you were dreaming this, because of fear, or because you started to have feelings for this man.

Probably because of both things.

You visited him a few times now, without your mother knowing about it and with everyday you came, you knew he wouldn’t let go off you again.

He was obsessed with you, everytime you came, he wanted you to come back, at the end of every visit.

And he knew how to make you weak, he manipulated you, but you knew what he did and you still don’t wanted it to end.

He was obsessed with you and he got you addicted to him, just like he wanted it.

Biep, biep, biep.

„Shut up“, you muttered and hit the back of your alarm clock with your hand.

It was seven in the morning and you had to go to university today really early, your mother was already at work, as you were about to leave the house this morning.

It’s a miracle that she didn’t found out about you and Mr J till now.

But you got a feeling that things won’t be that easy to handle anymore, very soon.

An hour later you were near your campus in the little coffeeshop a few streets away, with a handful of friends.

„So, and (Y/N)? What about you? Will you finally go to college like real people, instead of hanging at a few courses?“, Freddy asked grinning at you.

Freddy was your ex boyfriend, but you two were still good friends, you didn’t broke up with him in a fight it was mutual.

„Yes I think I will go to college here, after the summer vacations“, you smiled.

„Finally, our princess is coming back“, Max said.

He was Freddy’s best friend.

„Wow, hey guys, look, seems like Gotham got bad news this morning“, Jennette Max’ girlfriend said and nodded in the direction of the little flatscreen tv in the corner above your seats.

„ … it’s finally revealed that the Joker broke out from the Arkham Asylum in the midnight hours this day. Comissioner James Gordon said in our interview that he and Batman will do everything to bring this man back, where he belongs, whatever it costs …“

„Shit man. How could he escape again?“

„Okay first guys, I won’t go out of my house, when it’s dark outside now.“

„True words, dude. Don’t wanna have this clown to kill me in a lonely corner.“

„(Y/N), are you okay? You don’t look good“, Freddy said, as he recognised your facial expression.

A mixture out of shock, fear and a tad of … being happy.

„Her mother, works there“, Jennette whispered.

„But he has broken out in the midnight hours, she couldn’t be involved“, Freddy said, trying to cheer you up a bit.

You thought about his words, you didn’t thought of your mother, as you saw this news.

She would’ve told you if …

She would’ve been home, if the Asylum called her about this.

Today was tuesday, the day where she only had to give therapy to the Joker.

And the Joker erupted, so she totaly should’ve been home as you walked out of the house an hour ago.

You gulped, does that mean …?

Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Maybe this was your mum, you thought in relief but your puls was racing in panic as you saw that it was an unknown number which had texted you.

Come home, doll. Daddy’s waiting for you.

As attachment followed a picture of your room, with all the flowers that Mr J, had sent to you.

He was in your house.

„Guys I have to go, I forgot something really important at home, I’ll see you later“, you said standing up from your chair and running out of the coffeeshop, before someone could’ve said anything.

You drove home as quickly as you could, your hands were trembling while unlocking the front door.

You entered the hallway.

Everything looked like you left it, but your heart was beating so loud against your chest that you thought he could hear it upstairs in your room, if he was still their.

You didn’t said anything, as you reached the stairs, you weren’t sure if you should go upstairs.

Mr J never did something to you and he was always lovely to you, but now he was a free man, without a straitjacket and medication, maybe he changed his mind now.

How stupid was it of you, to let him met you?

How dumb did you were, to let him into your mind?

But he was in your house, maybe he had been here since you were sleeping, and he hadn’t done anything to you.

If he wanted to murder you, he would’ve done it already, while you were sleeping.

Without making a sound you walked upstairs, slowly and always prepared for the worst, but nothing happened.

It seemed like you were alone, with him, if he was still here.

You took a deep breath before you opened the door of your room slowly, but to your big surprise no one was here, you walked around the bed and starred out of the window for a moment.

The neighbours looked like always, a happy family, with three little kids.

No one looked like they just saw a psychotic clown in their streets.

You furrowed your brows and sat down on the bed, still looking out of the window, until you released that the blanket wasn’t cold as always, when no one had been laying here.

Your mouth dropped a little and your eyes got wider with every inch of the warm material you touched with your right hand.

Stupid idiot, you didn’t looked behind the door, as you entered the room.

„Have you missed me, baby?“, a low and gravelly voice whispered now at your ear.

Joker’s hands were sliding down your shoulders, deeper and deeper till they cupped and squeezed your breasts, while he kissed and bit your neck.

„Oooh, I’ve waited so long for this …“

„Where is she?“, you asked silently, trying not to give in too much, at Joker’s touch.

„Who, baby? What do you mean?“, he asked, kissing you further while he unbottened your white blouse at the back and slowly let his hands sliding under it, to touch your half naked body.

You felt the arousing wetness of your pussy growing and it was so hard not to moan under his touch.

„My mum“, you said with a weak voice.

„Oh, she’s fine. She sat a little bit with my good old friend, Frost, while I’m with you. Don’t worry she will be alright. It’s just, you know, I don’t think it would be comfortable to have her around, while we’re …“, he purred and ripped the blouse from your body, to accentuate what he was on the edge to say.

„It’s you and me now, doll. Forever“, he said, his hands now about to slide the strap from your bra down your shoulders.

„You won’t do something to her?“, you asked sighing, you couldn’t hold on you any longer, he was too intense.

„I won’t, I promise, my dear“, he said stroking your cheek and turning your head into his direction, with his index finger under your chin.

„But if she isn’t cooperative with us, my friend Frost you know, he got his orders from me and I can’t cancel my orders, that wouldn’t be a good example to all my other employees. Oh, no,no,no,no,no sh … it’s fine, you won’t need her any longer. You got me now, remember?“, he whispered after tears were forming into your eyes.

„Say it my dear. Say that daddy will take care of you, instead of her.“

„You will take care of me …“, you said silently, while getting hypnotized by his gaze again.

Joker smiled at you, stroking your cheek again with his right hand and ripping down your bra with his left one.

„That’s a good girl. Relax, baby, everything’s perfectly fine now“, he said, laying you down on your bed before giving you lustful and passionate kisses, while he was taking off his jacket.

He came above you, so you could slide your hands under his half unbottened cherry red shirt.

It felt so good to finally feel this muscular torso with all those black tattoes, that you have seen on so many photos now.

„Tell me, my sweet little angel. How long has it been since the last time you were getting fucked?“

„Three years …“, you sighed.

He was sucking on your nipples, whilst listening to you.

„Three years, oh that means you could nearly be a virgin again“, he said absolutely delighted about that fact.

„Let’s see … if you still remember how that feels …“

He reached out his hand and touched your already wet pussy under your black skirt.

„Look at me. How does that feel, baby?“, he asked.

„So good“, you moaned.

„Better than the first time?“


He was rubbing circles down your pussy, before sliding his finger deep inside you.

„God, you’re so good“, he said as you tried to rise up against him, making his finger slid deeper into you.

„You want more?“, he asked obviously teasing you.

„Yes …“

Yes, what?“

„Yes, daddy.“

„Such a lovely girl“, he said tugging your panties down your legs together with the black skirt, before he finally undressed himself.

„You want that?“, he said after he came back to you, his face directly in front of your own.

You nodded your head slowly, his body on yours was making you crazy, you weren’t even able to speak.

„Say it, say it, say it …“, he whispered at your ear, kissing and biting your neck again.

„I want it“, you murmured.

„I can’t hear you, baby“, he smiled devilish.

„I want it, so bad“, you said.

„Then let me pleasure you“, he growled.

„Close your eyes and relax.“

He let his right hand float down your eyes, you closed them and a second later you slightly coughed because of the pleasure and the pain you were feeling right now.

He pushed his full length inside you, without any warning.

He was leaning over you, you could feel his hot and heavy breath on your heated body.

„Open your eyes, I want to look at you, while I fuck you“, he growled.

You looked him in the eyes, what nearly made you come.

„Does that feel good?“, he asked.

Your answer was just a moan, but that seemed to suffice for him.

He thrusts harder into you, harder and faster, while you were laying your arms around his neck to kiss him.

„Your pussy’s so tight … Just like I imagined it“, he growled with a wicked grin, diving even harder into you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist with a strong grip, as you felt how close you were.

„I’m gonna come!“

„Yeah, you gonna come? My pretty, little, innocent (Y/N) is about to come? Then come for daddy, now“, he said and pushed so hard into you, that you felt like seeing stars after the wave of your orgasm hit you.

„Oh, J!“

„Mhmm, that’s my girl“, he growled after he finished himself into you too and gave you rough kisses, before his big cock left your pussy for now.

„I knew you belong to me, doll. Now there’s no turning back again, You’re mine, now.“

He wrapped his strong arms around you in an iron grip, as you were about to fall asleep.

„Say that you’re mine …“, you heared him whisper at your ear.

„I’m yours“, you whispered back, before you  finally closed your eyes.

Fics in Progress

Ok, since I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with the amount of fics sitting in my drafts, I believe I found a solution! For the fics that I’m dropping, don’t fear, you will be getting a longer drabble! I figure this way you still get a piece of writing for your request but I don’t have to push myself to churn out an entire fic for it. I hope you all are ok with that and truly enjoy what I write up. I really wanna make sure your requests still get done but I also get fics done. The ones that will be turned into drabbles will be down below. Hope you all enjoy what I do have in the works and coming out though!

With all of that in mind, here’s what’s in the works!

((Again no promises of when or what order they’ll be posted in, I just want to let you all know what is sitting in my drafts))

1. “Strange Happenings Ch. 11″

2. “Hades and Persephone Ch. 5″

3. “Past Lives”

- Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren, being the man that he is, loses a lot of things in his life. One of those things being his only shot at ever having love. As centuries pass however, in another galaxy on a planet known as Earth, an unexpected turn of events brings him another possible chance. Though he never could have predicted it would have come around in the way it does.

4. “Only One Ch. 4″

5. “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap Ch. 3″

6. “Night Time, My Time Ch. 3″

7. “Tale as Old as Time Ch. 2”  

8. “Take a Shot for Me”

-Modern Job AU with Hot Bartender Ben Solo, nuff said.

9. “Be Together”

-Reader is in a somewhat secret relationship with General Hux, one weekend however when Hux’s parents come to visit, having no idea reader exists in his life, they propose an idea that may threaten their happiness.

10. “First Order Co.”

-Modern Job AU  Kylo’s company is at the top of its game, making some of the best coffee out there. When a new little shop moves into town and poses a threat to his rank as the top coffee spot, he decides to intervene. Little does he know, he’s met his match when he threatens this small shop.

11. “Hunted Ch. 3″

12. “The Nanny”

-Kylo, a single father, is now entrusted with his young daughter’s well being as the mother unfortunately passes. Saddened by how closed off his daughter has become, Kylo sets out to find the perfect nanny for her, eliminating one after the other until he meets reader.

13. “A World of Color”

-A soulmate AU where your soulmate is the only person you can see in color. Kylo comes face to face with someone he thought he was going to fend off, only to come to a shocking discovery, while reader is entirely confused by his shift in behavior.

14. “Classroom Ship Ch. 2″

15. “Holiday Love”

-Based on a Christmas drabble I did, going into the future with Kylo and reader go to her family’s holiday gathering.

16. “Jungle Man Ch. 4″

17. “The Choice”

-Anakin has to choose between reader and Padme, reader has her doubts about his choice and gets involved in becoming a Jedi only to be thrown off right before a mission.

18. “A Diamond in the Rough Ch. 2″

-Aladdin AU with smuggler Ben Solo and princess reader.

19. “Once Upon a Dream”

-Sleeping Beauty AU with Kylo Ren x reader

20. “Lovesick Ch. 3″

21. “Padawan Love”

- Reader and Obi-Wan have been training along side each other for years. As padawans they both pushed each other to do better, resulting in their undeniable improvements and strengths. As the years go on however, it’s clear that theirr feelings for each other have shifted.

22. “Celestial Crown Ch. 5″

23. “Vacation Ch. 2″

24. “Sleeping with the Enemy”

-Reader is one of Luke’s newest apprentices, already exceling greatly in her abilities. Things take an interesting turn in her career however when she comes face to face with the infamous Emperor Kylo Ren.

25. “And We Danced”

-Reader is a choreographer at a dance studio, trying to get her work seen by more than just her students. She calls Matt, a videographer, into the studio to help her capture her work. Over time Matt realizes he’s developed a crush on reader, and has a difficult time focusing when filming one particular routine.

26. “A Whole New Galaxy Ch. 3″

27. “A Contradiction Ch. 2″


1. “Romeo and Juliet”

-Modern Job AU with Matt, a math teacher and English teacher reader who are in a strange tension of school department politics.

2. “Prisoner”

-Kylo is captured by the Resistance, when reader is put on patrol of his cell things take a turn.

3. “She’s a Rebel”

-Reader is Lando’s daughter, who has joined the Resistance only to end up kidnapped by the First Order. While her fate lies in question between all the leadership of the Order, Kylo finds he sees more than political potential for her.

4. “Family Ties”

-Reader is Kylo’s long lost sister, abandoned and separated from her family much like Rey. As Kylo invades Maz’s cantina, he is confident he has found the girl everyone is speaking about, however within seconds of her interrogation, it becomes clear he’s made a mistake and a shocking discovery.

*Sigh* haha, I swear I am trying to get these out, but I just wanted to let you guys know whats sitting in my drafts and what I’m trying to get out.

Also seriously, PLEASE if you have ideas for any of my fics, send them to me!! Sometimes the smallest idea sparks an entire chapter in my head, it could help so much and I love hearing from you guys. So please keep that in mind.

[Meta] Gladio: Ifrit’s Messenger?

Hello, I’m here to talk about a theory that could be partially confirmed in the future DLC or that may just be fanfic fodder, but please bear with me because I come with evidence.

This idea was partially born reading the Pitioss Theory in which OP mentions that Gladio’s DLC might take place in the Underworld, to follow in Ifrit’s footsteps, perhaps? For what purpose? We still don’t know.

My hypothesis is that Gladio, or rather the Amicitia bloodline, has been chosen as Ifrit’s Messengers and, based on Ifrit’s role in the Pitioss Theory, this could be the reason why the Amicitia family provides the royal family, Eos’ bloodline and future True King, with sworn shields (my post about Noctis being Eos can be found here). There might already be evidence for the connection between the Amicitia family and Ifrit in the game. A quick overview: I will first discuss Gladio’s tattoos and how tattoos with a certain motive seem to be a tradition in the Amicitia family, followed by a brief discussion about Clarus, Gladio’s necklace and how it relates to Ifrit, and end the evidence presenting part of this post with a banter about rebirth. I’ll wrap it up with a conclusion.

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Unlucky Days and Lucky Charms

Summary: When Marinette feels her luck has run out, Adrien reminds her of the lucky charm she once gave him (so much fluff- warning you now).

I promised the thing @miraculousturtle! I did it! My compooper crashed halfway through and I almost lost it all so this is the miraculous fic which survived! I hope you like it :)

Pairings: Adrienette

Rating: Tiny-tot friendly, adult friendly, teen friendly, ‘tis a friendly fic with no naughtiness :3

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She always knew this day would come. The day when her luck ran out.

As Marinette sat in detention, for the crime of losing her science textbook, she mentally kicked herself for ever believing a Miraculous could solve all of her problems. She was still Marinette Mischance and she always would be.

Considering the day had started out beautiful and sunny, the whiplash of her misfortune hit twice as hard. She’d forgotten her sun cream and could already feel the burn on the back of her hands, though she couldn’t tell if the itch on her neck was from the damaging sun rays or her yearning for freedom. Chloe had managed to get the upper hand in an argument, Lila had been bashing Ladybug all morning (and someone in the other class had actually AGREED with her ugh), and she’d fallen face-first right in front of Adrien, spilling water on her favourite top as she’d tumbled to the ground. At least he hadn’t laughed like most of the courtyard had. At least she didn’t think he had, truth be told she’d run as fast as she could to the girls’ bathroom and only looked at him once. He’d probably waited until she was gone to laugh at her, in order to spare her feelings. He was kind that way.

So, when the final class of the day rolled around, Marinette was already one hundred and ten percent done with everything. Of course it was when she was at rock bottom that fate decided to jam a rusty hook straight through her last ray of hope. Her textbook. Of all the things to get sent to the Principals office for. Her stupid, stupid textbook!

The seconds ticked by painfully slowly. By the time detention finished, she was so fed up she wanted to cry. Marching down the stairs and through the courtyard with a singular focus on getting home before she burst into tears, Marinette failed to noticed someone calling her name until they’d placed a hand on her shoulder and she shrieked in shock.

“Woah! Sorry to startle you!” Adrien stepped back with an apologetic hand wave. The unshed tears in her fled the instant she saw him, probably in fear. A quick glance at Adrien’s white fencing suit told her he’d had extracurricular activities today. It was a Thursday after all, she reminded herself of the chart of his schedule. Ugh, another day before the weekend. Knowing her re-born bad luck, it’d probably worse. She’d probably set her hair on fire in chemistry or lose her gym shorts, or something.

“How was detention?” He asked as the other club members went back to the lockers.

On any other day, Marinette might have turned into a stammering mess, making a fool of herself in front of his as per usual. Today was different. It wasn’t that her heart didn’t race when she saw him, it still did. But her mind usually floated away in the bliss of just coming into contact with her crush.

Today her mind was rooted firmly to the floor. She stared at her feet glumly and sighed.

“Honestly? It sucked.”

When she heard him chuckle nervously, Marinette glanced up to face him.

“Ha. Yeah, that was a stupid question sorry,” He replied whilst scratching the back of his neck “but at least it’s over now.”

Lord help her, that smile on his face was enough to make her melt, and not because of the heat of the day either. Speaking of heat-

“Aren’t you hot in that thing?” She blurted out “I mean, you’re hot anyway- I MEAN you know- the heat- sunny- I got burnt- so…ummm. Yeah.” Well at least she was functioning enough to stop functioning around Adrien again. His smile had given her that luxury. She wasn’t sure if she should be grateful or not.

He shrugged off her awkward concerns with the grace and humility she’d come to expect from him. Instead asking after her wellbeing. For once she decided to be honest.

“I don’t know; it just feels like such an unlucky day. Before you came to this school, last year, people called me Marinette Mischance. And this year…it just feels like things were starting to get better. I was feeling lucky. Now I’m just, I guess my luck ran out again.”

For a while, Adrien was silent, to the point where Marinette realised she’d probably overshared and scared him off. Just as she was preparing to leap from the building without her trusty yo-yo, Adrien told her to wait for a few moments and dashed away to the locker rooms. Gaping after him like a bloated carp, Marinette wondered just what was happening.

A short time later Adrien returned, in his usual attire. He must have gotten changed in a hurry because his hair was scruffier than it had been when he’d left her. For a moment, Marinette was reminded of someone. But she couldn’t figure out who. Whatever comparison there was to be made slipped away like water from a closed fist, especially when she realised what he was holding out to her.

Her lucky charm bracelet. The one she’d given him months ago, for luck when they were partners during the gaming tournament.

“I know you gave this to me, and it’s been a huge help, it really does cheer me up when I’m feeling down,” Adrien was stammering now and Marinette’s gaping was bordering on rude. Since when did he get shy around her? Oh god she really must have freaked him out earlier, “but I thought you could take it back. I mean don’t think I’m giving it back to you because I don’t want it or anything! I just think you need the lucky charm more than me right now. It seems like you’ve had a pretty crummy day.”

As Marinette stared at him she realised his kindness outweighed the light of the sun above them, and it burned her in a much better way. It set her soul on fire.

For the first time all day, Marinette smiled. An idea forming in her mind, she rummaged in her bag for her emergency sewing kit and thread. Accepting the bracelet from Adrien with a shy blush, she set to work quickly, pulling the bracelet apart bead by bead. Adrien watched her curiously, a comfortable silence settled on the pair as she worked. He marvelled at the speed and agility of her hands.

When she finished, she held up two new charms instead of one.

“There, now both of us can have one,” She shrugged awkwardly “it’s half the luck but I’m sure it’ll do. E- especially when I have a f-friend like you.”

Adrien didn’t speak as he took one of the charms from her outstretched palm.

When he next looked up at her, the beam on his face shattered the last remnants of her negative emotions into a million pieces and sent them hurtling into the distance.

“Thank you Marinette.”

The next day Adrien came into school later than normal due to an early photoshoot. Marinette was already in her seat by the time he arrived. Their eyes met, simultaneously noticing the charm on each other’s wrists.

They smiled.


Another head-canon question inspired fic! Anon asked:

What did the Sheriff think when he heard about his son dating Big, Bad and Growly?

(Note: as you can see, I am very far behind on prompts/question answers so if you have sent one recently, I promise a response of some kind is coming!)



Look, John Stilinski is never going to be happy when he finds out his son is dating Derek Hale. Sure, they wait until senior year, when Stiles is 18, but Derek is still four years older, quiet to the point of rudeness, and a werewolf. Plus, there is the fact that their first meeting involved a dead body and an arrest.

And, yes, it has been two years and Stiles has explained the full story at length but those years in between the events and the explanation are part of the problem. Because he has had years to cement the fact in his mind that Derek Hale is a Bad Influence. And because, maybe a part of him blames Derek for those long months when his son lied to him almost daily and he felt alone. Alone in the way that only single parents who are afraid they were losing their child could understand.

He knows, on an intellectual level, that it was Stiles’ decision to hide it all from him, that his son was trying to keep him safe, that Derek was probably just following his lead. But he still… well, Derek should have pushed for Stiles to tell the truth. As the senior werewolf (if not the Alpha, that was somehow Scott), he should have said something. Or done something.

Mostly, though, he is afraid for Stiles. Because he knows his son. Stiles jumps into things feet first. Feet first with no lifejacket. He doesn’t think about consequences or long terms effects. At least, not for himself. And so if Stiles is in a relationship that means that Stiles is all in. He watched as his son pined for Lydia Martin for years. He sees the smile on Stiles’ face when he brings John into the living room of their house, sits him down, and confesses that he and Derek were together.

He can’t say if Stiles’ has admitted it yet but his son is in love and Derek is a werewolf and it’s dangerous. And Stiles won’t see the danger but John knows that the road back from heartbreak is a long one. And Derek is an unreadable book.

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anonymous asked:

rogue M!Hawke is asked about why he's pro mage by Fenris, and in the middle of his rant to the elf about it, Anders overhears him admit he loves Anders. Anders listens in and tries to figure out a way to show he loves Hawke back?(set before they got together in act 2?)

(Well this took entirely too long haha. Apologies for that, holiday stuff got in the way. But here you go! Prepare for awkwardness. Also there’s an extremely mild sexual mention, and mention of alcohol, in case those bother anyone)

[Now on AO3]

“You really want to do this now?”

That was Hawke’s voice. Anders paused, trying to pretend his heart hadn’t fluttered at the sound. He’d been heading out to buy some more parchment while the clinic was quiet, the last of his having been used up on drafts of his manifesto, but now he found himself frozen at the door.

“I do. Now that your ‘friends’ aren’t around to interrupt.” That was Fenris.

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Vegeta/Bulma Oneshot: Goodnight Sweetheart
Author’s Note:-
I posted this on a couple of years ago, and this song came on my ipod today which made me remember this fic, so I decided to put it up here. I edited it a little because I thought Vegeta wasn’t tough enough in the original… I’m still not totally happy that I got his character right, but this was the best I could do without rewriting the whole thing. Anyway… I always thought this was a sweet little fic either way, even if it is sad. Hope you all like it :) And I promise to upload something happier soon!


It was the early hours of the morning and Vegeta was sat beside a hospital bed, as he had been for days. He had come and gone every so often, for food and whatever ridiculous trivial things she asked him to pick up for her. Magazines, crosswords… chocolate. Even in her weakened state she could think of plenty of things for him to do; her mind hadn’t gone at all… It was a shame that her body was letting her down more and more with every day that passed. All Vegeta could do was sit back and watch his wife weaken before his very eyes. Even the great empire that was Capsule Corps couldn’t buy Bulma an extension on her life. She refused to use the dragonballs; she didn’t want to be artificially restored to her youth. She was happy enough to be hooked up to machines – or at least she had been. Now she had even grown tired of that. She said she was old enough, that she had done everything she wanted to do with her life. She was a grandmother and happy – apparently, that was all she needed. It was ridiculous. She had reached a good age, she said. Ninety six. By human standards it was good, Vegeta had to admit. Humans rarely even made it to a century, and if they did it was in a care home without even their own mind for company. At least Bulma had her mind. She was here, in a private hospital room… driving him insane.
“You will invite Goku over for Christmas, won’t you?” Bulma nagged.
Yes.” Vegeta answered through gritted teeth. God, couldn’t her medication make her talk less?

Bulma looked at Vegeta sternly, a very prominent frown breaking through the wrinkles on her face.
“I mean it. I’ll know if you don’t.”
“He’s been coming for years!” Vegeta snarled. “And his family! Eating us into poverty.” His fist clenched when Bulma started to laugh. It wasn’t funny! Vegeta was furious with her until he noticed just how difficult laughing seemed to be for her. She was holding herself back, afraid to move too much because it hurt… He sighed. “You need a stronger dose.”
“If they up my meds any more I’ll die.” Bulma answered. She looked at him. “And that’s not until later.”
“… Right.” Vegeta mumbled, reminded of the reality that was today. This was it… This was the last day Bulma would be alive. She had taken it upon herself to end her own life. She said she couldn’t stand the pain anymore. She was on the strongest painkillers in the world and she was still in agony. It hurt to laugh; it hurt to move; it hurt to sleep… She couldn’t get comfortable no matter what she tried, and it would only get worse… So she had asked the hospital to help her. They had agreed – because she was of sound mind was their official reason… nothing to do with the fact that Capsule Corps had donated thousands to them, and they were terrified of refusing her request in case they lost the money. Spineless cowards. Vegeta thought it was pathetic – and he thought she was stupid. She had spent the afternoon saying goodbye to her friends and family, all of them begging her to reconsider… But she was stubborn, and she didn’t listen. They said she was like Vegeta in that respect. Well, maybe she was. She was choosing to die now, on her terms, when she still had her pride and dignity… It wasn’t the worst way to go. Vegeta had come to terms with that. Now it was just a case of waiting for her. Bulma and Vegeta were alone together in the early hours on the morning, with a lethal dose of medication hooked up to Bulma and ready to go whenever she wanted… All she had to do was take her own life.

Bulma rested her head against her pillow, frowning as she failed to get comfortable.
“What’s it like, then?” She asked. “Dying?”
“You’ll find out, won’t you.” Vegeta growled, uncomfortable with the question. “It’s not fun, Bulma.”
“Really?” Bulma smirked slightly, her eyes closed. “Well… you’re not a season ticket holder like Goku. One more death and he gets a VIP seat, right?”
“Hah.” Vegeta sniggered. “I’ll help him with that.” Bulma smiled and opened her eyes to look at Vegeta.
“… You’ll take care of him for me, won’t you?”
“For God’s sake Bulma, he’s not a puppy!” Vegeta scolded.
“I know… but he’s not the same. Not since Chichi…” Bulma sighed. “You won’t be like that, will you?” She looked at him, a hint of desperation in her eyes. “You’ll… be okay without me?”
“Well I was for years.” Vegeta answered.

Bulma smiled again, and looked away.
“Good…” She said softly. That was the best answer she could hope for. It meant so many things, exactly what he said and everything he didn’t… All she needed to know what that he would be okay. “I want some music.”
“It’s three in the morning.” Vegeta replied.
“So? I don’t have to get up tomorrow.” Bulma looked at him. “Could you?”

Vegeta paused, and then sighed, reluctantly turning on the radio that sat on her bedside table. He scrolled through the channels; it was mostly shit. Of course it was. Who was listening to the radio at this time? Night workers and stoners. “Here.” Bulma stopped him, and looked at Vegeta. “Leave this on.”
“Really?” Vegeta looked at her.
“I like it.” Bulma growled.

Vegeta let out another impatient sigh, and took his hand away from the radio.
“It’s crap, Bulma…”
“Get the hell over it.” She closed her eyes and listened peacefully to the song on the radio.

“Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go,
(Ba-do ba-do)
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Oh, Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.”

Vegeta stared at his wife in awe, amazed at how content she looked.
“You really like this?” He questioned.
“It’s our song.” Bulma said.
“Since when?” Vegeta frowned. They didn’t even have a song!

“Well, it’s three o'clock in the morning,”

“Since now.” Bulma answered, laughing a little at the perfectness of the lyrics. “Haha.” Vegeta rolled his eyes. Stupid coincidence.

“Baby, I just can’t treat you right,
Well, I hate to leave you, baby,
Don’t mean maybe, because I love you so.

“Vegeta…” Bulma looked at him.
“Mm?” Vegeta uttered.
“Can we dance?” Bulma asked.
“No.” Vegeta answered flatly, giving her a stern glare. “Are you crazy? You can’t even stand.”
“So help me.” Bulma shrugged. “Please?”

“Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go,
Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go,
(Ba-do ba-do)
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.”

“… Fine.” After a long pause, Vegeta reluctantly agreed. “But if it hurts too much –”
“I’ll hide it from you.” Bulma smirked.
“Tch. I’d like to see you try.” Vegeta snorted as he took hold of her. Bulma giggled.
“Sadist.” She teased. Vegeta sniggered a little, and slowly helped her out of bed and onto her feet.

“Mother, oh and your father,
Won’t like it if I stay here too long,”

Vegeta held Bulma closely against him, taking almost all of her weight for her; she could barely stand on her own. They didn’t dance. At least, not like they could when they were younger… Not that Vegeta had ever really enjoyed dancing, it was more Bulma’s sort of thing. He only recalled doing it once; shortly after their wedding, when he was drunk. Tch. That had been ridiculous… and this was pathetic. They shuffled now; it was all Bulma could manage… hm. Still. She seemed to like it all the same. She rested her head against him, and sighed contently as they gently moved to the music.

“One kiss in the dark,
And I’ll be going, you know I hate to go.”

“Mm?” Vegeta grunted in response. He lowered his eyes to greet her when he felt Bulma’s head move from against his chest; she was staring at him.
“I love you.” Bulma uttered.
“… I know.” Vegeta replied. He hesitated, then stroked her hair and stared into her eyes. They were still so blue… They had aged. A lot. Bulma was a wreck. She was weak, and frail, and wrinkly… She wasn’t the gorgeous lioness he had married anymore; she wasn’t the fiery siren who could make him collapse with just one turn of her head or one bat of her eyelashes. She didn’t excite him like she used to; she didn’t make his pants tight or his tongue itch… but she was Bulma. She was still Bulma. … And he loved her.

Vegeta held her closely against him, careful not to hurt her as he leaned in and kissed his wife’s lips. He kissed her like they were young again, knowing full well that they weren’t. He didn’t care. Nor did she, and he knew that. It didn’t matter anyway. “… I love you too.”


Bulma smiled up at Vegeta and her eyelids started to turn heavy. She yawned.
“I think I’ve… worn myself out.” She uttered, and allowed Vegeta to help her back into bed. Bulma leaned back against her pillow and closed her eyes.

“Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go,

“Vegeta…” Bulma softly uttered. “I think I want to go now.”
“Mm.” Vegeta grunted, not looking at her. “Okay.”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“Oh, God Bulma!” Vegeta growled. “I’m not a child.”
“You could have fooled me.” Bulma opened her eyes and looked at him, opening out her hand. “… Promise?”
“… Yes.” Vegeta took hold of her hand and squeezed it firmly, looking at her with the most sincere eyes she had ever seen. “Don’t worry about me. Do what you have to do.”
“Thank you…” Bulma smiled. She took hold of the plunger that was connected to her IV; the plunger that would administer a lethal dose of medicine. She looked at Vegeta once last time, and she smiled. “I love you.” She whispered. “I’ll see you again.”

Vegeta simply nodded and squeezed her hand, watching as she pushed down on the plunger… and as soon as he saw her hand move his entire body filled with dread.
“Bulma…” He choked. “No! Bulma, stop! I won’t be okay – please don’t leave me!”

“Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go,
(Ba-do ba-do)”

Vegeta breathed frantically as he watched Bulma’s eyes close and he felt her ki drain from her body in seconds. He had no idea if she’d heard him, and he had no idea what to do. He had no idea how to live! Fuck! All of a sudden, he was clueless. He’d never felt so afraid! He ran his hand through his hair, grabbing it furiously as he desperately wished her back to life. He was alone. Oh God, he was alone… He loved her. He loved her!
“Bulma…” Vegeta whimpered. He threw his head down onto her chest and kissed her cheek, squeezing her hand as he lightly sobbed. “Bulma…”

“I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight.”


Goodnight Sweetheart, Goodnight
- The Spaniels

The Space Between Echoes: Chapter Three

Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up! It’s more sedate than the last, but still includes plenty of Unnecessary Physical Contact. :)

Also: as a heads up, I edited a line in chapter two; decided I didn’t like “thankfully, it didn’t come to that,” and expanded it to briefly describe take-off.

Chapter One
Chapter Two

Exiting hyperspace wasn’t nearly as bad as entering it. It still carried with it the promise of dislocation, the sense that one was not where one should rightly be. But, in the main, it felt like catching up, like reacquainting oneself with a longed-for aspect. The weight of gravity and the pressure of inertia receded, and the sensation that was left behind was something like release.

She sat back. Clutched her knee to her chest, bent it too far, winced. Beneath her trousers, it was an angry mottle of green, purple, yellow. She hadn’t landed the hit quite right. She’d known as much the moment it had happened, but until she’d inspected it in the fresher, she hadn’t known just how far off she’d been. She was loath to waste bacta on something like it. There were wraps in her pack. She’d use one of them, instead, when next they were on land.

Cassian was sleeping, and had been since shortly before they’d gone faster-than-light. Before that, they’d been in Sarnix, and had spent two and a half hours completing an orbit of one of the sector’s worlds. Hadn’t been a bad world, all things considered: mountainous, moderate, not particularly lush, not particularly barren. Had been close to a trade route, too close. And had, in any case, been meant to be a decoy.

She glanced at the chrono on the console. Six hours, since their last transition. Nearly fourteen since they’d escaped Zorii. Fatigue had bunched up and come together behind her eyes, tugging down the lids. There was a ledge, to her right, with a cup on it, and it was empty. They only had so much caf, and Cassian would have his own watch to get through. It was a strange thing to her. She had run on far less sleep, for far longer stretches of time, on far too many occasions in the past. More than one ally-of-the-moment had remarked on her distaste for rest.

Maybe it was the monotony of watching endless blueshift.

Maybe it was how hard she was trying not to think.


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Bulletproof Weeks, a blindspot fanfic | FanFiction

as promised, here’s my fic for the prompt this week.  i decided to do a mix of the word bank as well anniversary.

thank you so much to @countryole, @takethisnight-wrapitaroundme, and @charmingnotdarling for coming up with this and making the weeks fly by.


The ricocheting of bullets echo off the walls, the empty stairwell magnifying their sound like symbols being clanked together right by her ears.  The effect is deafening, and yet, she can still distinctly hear the lead hitting their target, the tumbling down the stairs with a loud grunt of pain hitting her deep in the core - a distinguishable sound she’s sure won’t likely leave her soon. 

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