My cat purposely spilled her water dish all over the carpet, looking me dead in the eyes as she did it, and so I set the refilled dish in the middle of the mess. Now she’s as mad at me as I am at her 8| You did it, you can sit in it and think about all the things that brought you to this point. Mom loves you but that was a lot of water.
His companion grins. “Almost. Love of a good man and all that. Though,” he drawls, pointing two fingers at Edward and lowering his thumb in a crude mimicry of a handgun, “we both know how that turned out. Yikes.”
"I've chased you through a thousand lifetimes, through a thousand different worlds, helpless every time to watch as you slip through my outstretched fingers. Just this once I get to know you, to hold you, to love you uninhibited, but this time, you don't even know who I am."
a kylo/hux reincarnation au, where only kylo remembers their past lives and he has to spend his time with hux trying to get him to fall in love with him so he can finally have that happy ever after that he’s always dreamed about having with someone
his grandfather chased a beautiful woman through time, always meeting with her but never staying with her and it tore him apart until he did the unthinkable and killed her to stop his cycle
kylo can’t do that with armitage but he wonders if he’s destined to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps
damned to suffer, damned to always be alone
cut to the current reincarnation, where kylo is a knight and hux is a general, and they co-command a glorious star destroyer together, and hux can’t stand to look at him
he begs his grandfather for help, help to make hux fall in love with him, to end his cycle of chasing this beautiful man through endless tragic lives just to lose him at the last hurdle
and it’s only when kylo almost dies that hux tells him the truth this time
this is their 17th reincarnation, and hux remembers them all; he remembers kylo leaving him just when he was falling in love, he remembers kylo being too cowardly to kiss him or just tell him the truth, and he remembers promising himself that, in this lifetime, he isn’t going to allow himself to fall in love with kylo ren, the man who runs without looking back
but the sparkle in hux’s eyes, the shine that kylo has followed through time, tells kylo that it’s already too late, for souls who repeat the cycle like they do, love, sacrifice and undying need to have the other one near is the only option
Hi! I was wondering if you could write something about Jason seeing Dick doing a trapeze act and just being in awe with how talented his boyfriend is?
I was thinking to myself “How do I write this one? How do I approach it?” and then I was reading another fic and the beginning dialogue popped into my head and wouldn’t leave and that’s the glory of writing folks! It’s not that much, but I think it was a cute little drabble?
“You didn’t have to come with me,” Dick said as they pulled up to the warehouse, both of them getting out of the car and Dick slipping a duffle bag over his shoulder.
“I know,” Jason said as they stepped up to the doors, opening them and stepping into the large space. “It’s just that I’ve never seen you do this before.”
“You’ve seen me do acrobatics before,” Dick said as he signed in at the desk.
“In the field,” Jason told him, referring to the way he’d seen Dick do acrobatics in combat or while flinging himself between buildings. He’d seen Dick doing some stuff at the gym, but never anything close to what he’d done when he was with the flying Graysons.
“I can promise you this won’t be nearly as exciting,” Dick said as he walked back into the large space. It looked like a gymnastics gym with some of the same things; uneven bars, a foam pit, mats everywhere. But then there were hoops and aerial silks hanging from the ceiling and a mock tightrope set up. There was a large space in the back half of the warehouse with a net hanging below it, loose and ready to catch anyone that might fall.
“Sure, Pretty Bird,” Jason replied as he followed Dick to the back of the room. Dick opened his bag and chalked up his hands.
“It’s not as impressive with one person,” Dick told him. “The hoop or the silks are more for one person than this is.”
Jason was quiet as Dick climbed the ladder. It may not be as interesting, but as Dick gripped the bar and swung out into the air, it became clear to Jason that he was born there. Dick swung out and alternated between holding the bar with his hands and his knees. He moved to the second bar with ease, grabbing onto it and doing the same movements around it before going back to the original bar with a few flips.
Jason watched as Dick swing through the air like it was as easy as swimming and he clapped when Dick landed on the platform with a flip and barely a sound. He climbed down the ladder and when he reached the bottom, Jason handed him a water bottle.
“See,” Dick said, hair mussed from the wind and a grin on his face. “Not that impressive.”
“It was beautiful,” Jason told him. “And even if it wasn’t, the look on your face is so stunning, I want to come here with you every week so I can see it.”
Dick laughed and gave Jason a gentle nudge with his foot, but Jason saw the blush coloring his cheeks. Jason kissed it, because he could, and Dick kissed him back before he pulled away.
“Come on, I’ll show you the silks so you’ll know what an impressive performance looks like.”
Jason followed behind Dick and looked at the sway of his hips. “I’m impressed already.”
He caught the water bottle Dick threw at him, and Dick had a smile on his face the entire time he did his silks routine.
Eh, close enough. Practicing with editing magic things. Not the best pngs and not really much effort put into editing them into the image. Still looks good it seems! I hope. Anyways, gotta fill up the rest of the caption space. Blah, blah, blah. Words, words, words. Yup.
Prompto laid in the bed he shared with Ignis, listening to the snores of his company. He lets his thoughts wander to different places, where Insomnia still stands bright and wonderfull with king Regis still alive. He sighed, rubbing his tired eyes, not wanting to fall asleep until he was sure that everyone was sound asleep and it was save for them to go.
Another minute went by in complete silence in which he frantically rubbed his eyes in an attempt to stay awake. When he heard the sound of feet meeting with the floor of their nightly shelter, his breath hitched lightly and he stirred to sit up on the edge of the bed, carefully picking Ignis’ hand that had been resting on his stomach. Prompto blinked a few times, adjusting his sight to the darkness when he felt a hand ruffling through his hair in an affectionate motion.
Prompto grunted, smiling as he wanted to sway away the hand, but instead leaning into the touch. “Stop that.” He whispered. He caught the hand by the wrist. “You are gonna wake the others.”
Ardyn, the source of the chuckle breaking the silence just pulled away his hand and turned around until he was by the small door that led to the outside. The older man looked over his shoulder, smiling, and with a nod he promted Prompto to follow him. And gone he was.
With little effort the young man hoisted himself up on his feet, and with a last look at his companions, he tip-toed outside and carefully closed the door behind him. Prompto scannedthe area until he found what - or rather who - he was looking for. Ardyn sat on a bench on the other side of the road. From where Prompto stood, he could only make out the head of the maroon haired man and how his hair were even more ruffled than usually.
Prompto smiled and made his way over, dutiefully looking right and left and then right again as he crossed the street. For one moment he felt stupid, shaking his head at his own ridiculousness until he reached his destiny. He played with the hem of his pajama shirt as he stood beside Ardyn, awkwardly looking down on the older man.
He, in return chuckled again, smiling kindly and patting the space beside him. “Sit down, Darling.” And when Prompto did, he wrapped one arm around his shoulder and the blond felt his whole body being lit on fire. “It’s just us.” Prompto shuddered as the warm breath of the other ghosted over his ear.
And they surely were. For Prompto, it was like they were the only people on the whole world and the every war, every conflict, the deamons screaching in the dark didn’t exist and at this moment, he was at ease. He could close his eyes peacfully, lean his head on Ardyn’s shoulder and didn’t need to worry about anything.
Prompto leaned up and pursed his lips, connecting them with the stubbled neck and Ardyn hummed, hardening his possessive grip around the young man and Prompto smiled. He could never guess what was going on inside Ardyn’s head, with what turmoils he had to fight, his expression never berating him and giving him away. But now, at this moment, where the streetlight illuminated them in a beautiful light and the silence covering them like a protective blanket, he knew the smile that curved over Ardyn’s mouth was honest and Prompto was sure of himself that nothing troubled the man and the only thing all around and inside his mind was only one thing: Prompto.
@isntshethequeen wanted fluff and a secret relationship so there you go ^^ I was really happy when I saw your ask and I accidently deleted it, trying to answer it sooo yeah. Hope it is to your liking and to anyone elses, too.
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Ah man, the thought of possibly going to UCSD for college. I never dreamed of it and applied on a whim, but yeah, it seems nice now that I got in. I think I will go there. It’s by the ocean and not too far from home. Plus, today I got a pretty neat scholarship from them. Not sure if they give it to all of their students because a friend of mine got it too, but idk. It was a lot of money.
Argentinian Spanish is like… my new favorite thing. (I’m watching this telenovela called ½ Falta - or “Media Falta” - for my class and it’s pretty good for a 2005 show for teenagers. Go watch it on YouTube if you want! It can get a little cheesy, but it does try to bring good messages.)
Egg tarts. Eggs in general.
Loads of art supplies. I don’t care what quality they are; I love them all. Even if I find a ruddy pencil left behind, I love it. Scratch paper? Useful. Who cares if I have 3 unfinished sketchbooks and 50 pens.