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Kageyama remained utterly true to his word. When he said he wanted to treat Shouyou well enough to make him want to stay, he had meant it.

The second morning Shouyou woke, again far, far later in the day than he’d ever been allowed at the temple, thanks to his daily duties and the bells that rang just after dawn. But here, at the villa, no one disturbed his rest. Even after he had pulled himself from slumber, he stayed curled under the whisper soft sheets, sinking into the cushioned bed below as the gentlest breeze rippled through the room, tossing his hair on his forehead where it poked out from under the covers.

A fine fragrance eventually caught his attention, sweet and delicate on the air, the freshness of flowers. It was so pleasant that it finally roused him fully and he sat up, wondering what it was, intent on investigating. Immediately, he found he need look no further than his bedside.

“Oh…” he gasped, rubbing his eyes as he took in the sight before him.

The entire floor of his room had been strewn with rose petals, all soft pink and white. 

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Full Bloom

There was a slam from behind him as Bucky kicked the door shut with all the might his ten-year-old body could muster, and then the sounds of distant yelling from inside the room he’d just stormed from.

He didn’t care. The people his mom had taken him around to visit were assholes. He just felt bad for leaving Stevie in there to fend for himself- although to be honest, he was probably just having to be held back by Mrs Rogers as he made a desperate attempt to smash their kneecaps in.

Bucky growled at nothing, kicking a nearby rock as he marched through the unknown village. The place they were in was foreign to him; the rich side of town where Bucky rarely even heard about, let alone visited. Only reason he’d been dragged along in the first place was because of the new job his and Steve’s mom had both been offered, and their potential new bosses had wanted to meet for dinner to discuss ‘arrangements’, whatever that meant.

They probably didn’t want to discuss anything now- not after the way Bucky had reacted. 

Which was great. Meant his mom had lost the job offer. Again.

And Bucky had tried, he really had- best behaviour and everything that his mom had asked him to- he knew that this was important to her. And Sarah. Probably more so to her; she and Stevie struggled to put food on the table as it was.

And he’d ruined everything.

Sniffing and adamantly refusing to cry, he kept marching, unsure of where he was going, but uncaring too. He just needed to… to find somewhere quiet. 

He’d be in so much trouble when his momma got hold of him.

It was only a few minutes later when he came back to himself, realising that he’d somehow managed to wander into a field, filled with pretty flowers and lovely green grass. It was surrounded by trees perfect for climbing, and the sun shone on it in a way that made it all glow.

Not that Bucky cared. Right now, he just needed a place to sit and be grumpy.

Throwing himself forward, he fell to his ass with an angry little growl and tucked his knees up against his chest, staring moodily ahead of him. There were little flowers dotted around the grass, and he picked at them absently, ripping their petals off and then letting them flutter to the ground or float away in the light breeze.

“Hey! Don’t do that, what did the flowers ever do to you?”

Bucky jerked and turned around immediately, eyes wide and searching for the owner of the voice. He definitely hadn’t expected to be found in a place like this- not so soon anyway.

Ahead of him, there was a skinny little boy, his warm brown eyes as big as saucers as he stared down at Bucky and the angry look that was still etched on his face. The boy was dressed in clothes that probably cost more than the contents of Bucky’s entire room, but there was grass stains and muddy patches all over them. His curly hair was falling into his eyes a little, but he quickly brushed it out when he saw Bucky looking; probably out of habit.

“Those… those flowers are pretty. Don’t ruin them,” the boy said weakly, apparently losing his confidence as he saw Bucky’s grumpy look.

He probably did look quite scary- a boy already tall for his age, in the wrong part of town and picking apart flowers in this fancy field whilst wearing a look of absolute thunder on his face. No wonder the newcomer was looking a little shifty.

He made an effort to smooth out his face a little, but he doubted it did much. “Sorry,” he said gruffly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’ll find somewhere else, I didn’t know you were here-“

“No, I didn’t mean you had to leave,” the boy said hurriedly, taking a brave step forward, “I just heard you storming in, and wanted to see who you were. That’s all. And there’s better ways to make use of the flowers than to rip them up, you know.”

Bucky looked at him quizzically, and then his eyes drifted down to the little chain of colourful flowers the other boy was gripping in his hand. Apparently losing all confidence again when he caught Bucky staring, his eyes widened and he hid the offending object behind his back, taking a little step back once again. It was like he was dancing, he moved that much.

“They’re just flowers, it’s not a crime, boys can like flowers too you know, I don’t- don’t beat me up,” he stumbled, holding his chin high in defiance but failing to hide the panic in his eyes as he took another step back.

Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion. Why the hell would he think he was gonna get beat up? Bucky didn’t hurt anyone- not unless they started it first, anyway.

“I’m not gonna beat you up,” he declared, shaking his head, “and I know it’s okay for boys to like flowers. I was just angry, and I wanted to fiddle with somethin’. Sorry if I hurt them,” he said, biting his lip.

He didn’t want this boy to think he was mean. Even if he probably looked pretty mean right now- Bucky didn’t want him to be scared. He looked as if he was scared quite a lot, actually.

There was silence, as the boy ran another hand through his hair and bounced on the balls of his feet. He was keeping his eyes fixed on his floor, and Bucky was just about to get up and say he was leaving when the boy suddenly spoke up again.

“I come out to this field when I get upset, like you. But… uh, I use the flowers too. I just mess with them in different ways,” he said, like that was supposed to explain something.

Bucky looked at him in confusion, and after a few seconds the boy’s hand was slowly removed from behind his back, revealing the pretty chain of flowers again. “Have you ever made a daisy chain before?” he asked tentatively.
Bucky shook his head, wondering where the boy was heading.

“Okay. Do you want to learn?”

He was being looked at almost fiercely, and the boy’s knees were crouched a little, like he was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. It made Bucky frown again, because why the heck did this person seem so convinced Bucky was going to try and hurt him?

“Yeah. Okay. I’d… I’d like that,” Bucky answered, trying to smile a little, despite his foul mood.

The boy’s eyes widened, like that had not been the answer he was expecting. Bucky noted that he had very nice eyes. And hair. In fact, he was even prettier than Dorothy- the girl who sat in front of him at school. Everyone loved her- but she didn’t share a patch on the boy stood in front of him right now.

“I’m Tony,” he stated, finally stepping forward and holding out his hand.

“Bucky- nice to meet you.”

“Come with me,” Tony said, pulling on Bucky’s hand and leading them to the left, where the trees met field, “I know a place full of so many flowers you won’t even know what to do with them all.”

“So why were you angry?” Tony asked, his knee knocking against Bucky’s as he carefully wove a tiny little stem through the gap in another.

Bucky paused, face clouding over. He put his chain down carefully, in case he ripped it in his frustration. “Mine and Steve’s momma met their new bosses, and they’re really stupid.”

“What did they do?” Tony asked, “did they not know how to count to ten?”

“No, not that kinda stupid,” Bucky waved him off, “they were just mean. And wrong. There was an advert on the TV and it had two boys in it and they said that it was disgusting but it isn’t disgusting. I like boys. I know I’m not disgusting. An’ I told ‘em that much myself, ‘cuz I ain’t afraid of no dumb adults,” Bucky said defiantly, hands fisting against his legs as he thought back to their gross faces.

Tony was staring at him, and Bucky realised that maybe Tony thought he was disgusting, too, so he jumped to his feet angrily. “If you don’t like it either, you can take your flower crown and scram, ‘cuz you’re just stupid too-“

“No!” Tony raised his hands, eyes wide as he looked up at Bucky, “No, I don’t think it’s disgusting. I just think you’re… you’re really brave. I could never do that to adults. I tried to do it once, when my dad called me an idiot, but then he just hit me and so I didn’t do it again,” he said, looking at the floor again like he was… like he was embarrassed or something.

Bucky frowned again, confused. Why would his dad have hit him? Weren’t parents supposed to keep you safe from being hit, not be the ones to do it in the first place? 

That being said, Bucky had noticed the angry red mark that was cutting through Tony’s cheek, and wondered if that was the reason he was in this field in the first place. And if it was his own dad that was doing that, it made everything even worse.

“I’ll beat him up if you want,” Bucky said, sitting down again so that his leg was pressed up against Tony’s. “Like I said- I’m not scared of no adults.”

Tony’s eyes were wide, and he was staring at Bucky like he was his guardian angel or something. Bucky liked Tony looking at him like that; it made him feel all fluttery inside. “You’d really do that? For me?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded his head adamantly, “definitely.”

Tony smiled, but then shook his head and sighed. “No. Dad’s strong, and even if you’re strong too, he’s big. I don’t want him to hurt you too. That’s why I come out here. I like flowers. They’re pretty. And dad can’t yell at me when I’m here.”
There was a short pause, and then Tony’s eyes widened as he turned to face Bucky. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here, okay? If dad finds out I like flowers he’ll call me stuff and hit me and stop me coming, and I really like it here, so you can’t, okay, you can’t-“

“I ain’t telling your dad shit,” Bucky told him, liking how the curse word sounded on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he’d heard someone yell it on the street, and thought it would be a good thing to use here. “I like flowers too. And you. I wouldn’t tell him anything that might hurt either of ‘em.”

Tony relaxed a little, and nodded gratefully. “Thank you. And by the way, I definitely don’t think it’s disgusting. I like boys too- more than I like girls. But I just don’t tell anyone because I don’t want people at school or home to beat me up more,” he admitted, worrying at his lower lip and avoiding Bucky’s eyes again.

“But… why are you telling me then?” He asked.

Tony looked at him, and then shrugged, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. 

“’Cause you’re my friend. Right? And friends can tell each other secrets.”

Bucky thought about every secret of Steve’s he had kept, and then nodded his head. “Definitely.”

“Good,“ Tony broke off, finally finished with the little chain of daises he’d been making through the conversation. He raised it up and smiled at his work, before shuffling forward a little and carefully placing it around Bucky’s neck. “It suits you,” he said quietly, and Bucky thought the blush that was spreading through his cheeks again was very pretty.

Bucky nodded looking down at the chain around his neck and smiling. “You can wear mine when I’ve finished- it won’t be as good though, ‘cuz you’ve been doing it longer and I’m still learning-“

“I think it’s great anyway,” Tony assured him, picking up the half-finished masterpiece, which was a little uneven and splayed. But Tony was practically beaming at it, and it made Bucky feel lovely and special.

“BUCK! BUCKY! YOU HERE?” A loud voice interrupted, and both of them jerked, Tony’s eyes flashing with panic as he dropped the chain and turned. Bucky made note that he didn’t like loud voices.

Quickly grabbing his hand, he caught Tony’s attention. “Hey- don’t worry, that’s just my friend. He’s called Steve, and I’ve been gone a while, so everyone’s probably worried. And mad. But not at you,” Bucky explained hurriedly. “Do you wanna go, or do you wanna meet him?”

Tony paused, before looking across at the boy who was even tinier than him, shock of blonde hair falling over his face as he stumbled through the long grass and searched for his friend. “I’ll stay.”

“Good, because he’s great- you’ll love him,” Bucky grinned, before pulling them both up and waving. “STEVIE!”

Steve turned, eyes locking on to both of them immediately. He frowned a little at the sight of Tony, but it was gone in a second and replaced with a friendly smile. “WE’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU, IDIOT,” he yelled across the field, beginning to jog across until he had caught up with them. “Your mom’s gonna give you an earful when you get back, you know?”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, I know I was stupid- I ruined their jobs-“

“No no, they don’t care about that. The people were assholes, they turned down the offer as soon as you slammed out of the door,” Steve explained, “your mom’s mad because you just wandered off for two and a half hours in a place you don’t know. Idiot.”

“I had Tony,” Bucky said defensively, “we made flower crowns. And now we’re friends and he’s gonna hang out with us, okay? He needs to teach you how to make flower chains- he’s awesome at them,” Bucky explained, squeezing Tony’s hand and smiling, gesturing proudly to the chain around his head.

Steve stared at it for a few seconds, and Tony was all jittery again, but then Steve just smiled in wonder and stepped forward, examining the work around Bucky’s neck. “That’s so cool! Can you make me one?” He asked, eyes wide.

Tony practically beamed, and nodded his head happily. 

“But I get to make Tony’s,” Bucky added quickly, shooting Steve a look. 

“Why can’t I make one for him too?” Steve asked, frowning.

“’Cuz I’ve known him longer and I asked first,” Bucky replied.

Tony giggled a little, and Bucky’s stomach went all fluttery again. “You can… if you want, you can both make me one?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but upon seeing the desperate looks Bucky was throwing his way, he slowly shut it again, comprehension dawning on his face. “Oh. I didn’t realise… uh, you know what, Tony, I think I’ll leave it to Bucky. He’s better at them than me, and he did ask first.”

Tony just shrugged, and then smiled at Bucky again. They were still holding hands. “Okay.”

“Uh, Buck- I hate to break this up, but if I don’t come back with you soon, I think your mom’s gonna call for a search party,” Steve said sheepishly, interrupting their moment and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

Bucky sighed grumpily, but nodded his head. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Tony, do… do you want to come ‘round to my house sometime? Steve will probably be there, and there’s a nice meadow behind our garden. You can teach us how to make even cooler chains than before, and… and I’ll be able to make you one all on my own?” Bucky asked it like a question, and looked stubbornly at his shuffling feet as Tony’s hand squeezed around his own.

“I’d like that, yeah,” Tony said softly, prompting another beam from Bucky.

“Cool! I’ll… I’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow, and we’ll walk down, okay? Sound good?”

Tony nodded happily, a little stunned expression on his face as his gaze jolted from person to person, as if he expected the joke to be revealed.

Bucky squeezed his hand a little tighter and then let go, the great big grin still on his face. Bad moods seemed impossible now. “I’ll come find you tomorrow then, Tony,” he called out behind him, walking up to Steve and then making their way toward the roadside.

There was a pause, and then the sound of hurrying footsteps prompted Bucky to turn around again. He only had a chance to look at Tony in surprise for a second, before suddenly the smaller boy had leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

It lasted 0.3 seconds and the butterflies that Bucky had been feeling all afternoon suddenly exploded in his tummy, lighting up his face bright pink and turning his knees to jelly. He felt like his heart was doing somersaults as he watched Tony lean back down again, covered in a pretty blush of his own, and then turn tail and run back through the grass, waving behind him as he went.

Bucky stood there, stunned, until Steve suddenly burst out laughing and elbowed him in the ribs. “Bucky and Tony, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-“
“Shuddup,” Bucky said gruffly, unable to take the smile off his face as he shoved Steve gently.

Steve continued to giggle all the way home, but Bucky didn’t even care. He was going to look up how to make the best flower-crowns that night, so that he would be able to impress Tony when they next met tomorrow.

“I think he’s gonna be real good, Buck,” Steve said, suddenly solemn, as he nodded his head pensively.

“I know he is,” Bucky agreed, head still tilted in the direction the other boy had run.

He was gonna make the best flower crown for Tony. Just you watch.

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The Music

(I hope this fits in with the lore… I mainly just wanted an excuse to make an EU playlist ;_;)

Kleio knew it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. 

Even when it came to the strange inhabitants of her school.

She had suffered the pipes and fiddles playing outside her dorm at odd hours. She had averted her gaze from the circle of students standing on the lawn, closing their eyes and weaving harmonies that Kleio could actually see spinning in iridescent banners above their heads. 
She didn’t mind the music, really. It was soothing, reminding her of forests and campfires and earthy dwellings built far underground. Whenever she closed her eyes during a study session and allowed herself to float away on the same breeze carrying those distant notes toward her, she could almost feel her soul dancing in the sky, climbing higher and higher towards the round, yellow moon.
But it was during one of these moments where she had lost track of her surroundings completely that she found herself on the floor of her bedroom, legs entangled with her computer charging cord and her forehead feeling as if it had collided with something: the floor.
Snapping back to reality as the sound of laughter wafted in through the open window, she knew that something had to be done. The music wasn’t for her entertainment, no. They had just made that abundantly clear.

So Kleio hatched a plan, and hoped that she would not be punished too severely for it.

That little supply closet under the stairs leading to the second floor of the cafeteria had not been used in a long time. Kleio had been keeping an eye on it, and sure enough, she’d never seen anyone setting foot in or outside of it. Surely it would not be missed.

The station was simple to set up: being an AV major had its perks. Soon enough, Kleio’s broadcasting dome encompassed the entire cafeteria and three buildings in the nearby vicinity. 

She played the grungiest, dirtiest techno she could find. Loud bass and hypnotic beats that would drown out any sweet harps. 
This was her way of getting back. Or at least, it seemed like a safe way to vent her frustrations. It wasn’t as if anybody would really care about a tiny bubble of sound with only a 100 foot radius. She hadn’t intended for the station to become popular. 
But of course, something entirely different happened. 
As she sat in her room doing homework, she heard it. 
Loud beats coming down the hall.
This wasn’t unusual, but the fact that the song had been the same as one she’d played earlier that evening on her illicit station raised her nervousness, just a bit.
She wasn’t at the station now. There was no way it was playing her station. They were too far away to pick up anything, anyway.
But then songs began to play in a certain order that made her hair stand on end.
It was playing her songs in the exact order she’d played them. As if she was there, at the cafeteria, repeating the songs from earlier that day.
And, a solid half mile away.
Kleio dashed back to the cafeteria. She had a portable radio in her backpack, and as she ran, she listened to the station that was supposed to be dead quiet pump out electronic notes through the cheap speakers.
The lock that she had installed on the door was still in place. It was iron, too, she had made sure of that.
They hadn’t done anything. How was she supposed to explain this?

There was one fact that Kleio hadn’t yet caught on to during her time at EU: If magic can mess with you, magic will mess with you. 
A twisted kind of Murphy’s law had taken her little station by force and now, Kleio would hear her music being played over PA systems of empty classrooms as she passed by. She could hear it echoing dimly across the lawn, where the once placid rings of supernatural singers had taken to low, angry buzzing which only became louder as Kleio drew near.
The breezy pipes that used to flit outside her window were now maelstroms of dissonance and fury.
Slamming the textbook she’d been trying and failing to read shut, Kleio rubbed her eyes and sighed. She made the long trek to the cafeteria and pressed the master switch.
The sounds coming from her radio did not stop. 
She pulled every plug out of every socket. She pounded her fists on the equipment. Nothing happened.

Kleio sighed, and pulled out her phone, quickly making some changes. She made a playlist, carefully picking out the tracks, and began broadcasting with the new songs.

The angry buzzing and discordant pipes eventually stopped. Kleio’s new mix seemed to appease all of her listeners, human and Gentry alike. She couldn’t even hear the hypnotic instruments outside her dorm anymore: the players had lost interest in their plaything, so it seemed.
Kleio may have lost control of her creation, but at least now she wouldn’t have to worry about vanishing mysteriously or falling prey to enchanted pipes. And now she was something of a minor celebrity in the school paper, which had documented the mysterious shift in tone of the anonymous DJ and posited several theories as to whom the master genius behind the station might be.
But Kleio wanted nothing more to do with the station, and left the lock in its place.
That didn’t stop music from coming out of the sealed room, however. Kleio found that the music would change, from melodic violins and spaced-out beats to heavy drums and droning horns without warning. In fact, Kleio found the station mirroring her own moods, more often than not. 
The PA system would crackle whenever she felt nervous during a test, and low chanting would rumble through the classroom.
Whenever she found herself at a dance (human-organized, she’d been careful to make sure,) the music would follow her movements, not the other way around. 
It was terrifying, and somehow thrilling, to have somehow gained this power. 
But life still continued as usual, and faintly during particularly brightly moonlit nights, the pipes would return, as alluring and sweet as ever.


my moonlit majesty

pairing: momojirou

word count: 1.5k

summary:  Momo smiles, gentle and stunning. “Do you think we’re soulmates?”

“You know, Momo,” Kyouka starts, swiftly jumping and landing face up on Momo’s gigantic and ridiculous bed with her arms and legs spread like a starfish, “I was a pretty stupid kid.”

Momo curiously tilts her head. “What brought this on?” she questions, flipping the lightswitch and sitting herself carefully on the edge of her bed.

“Was just thinking about it,” Kyouka says, shrugging. She stretches her leg over to prod at Momo’s thigh with her toes, prompting Momo to look back over her shoulder at her. She pats the bed beside her, and Momo takes the hint easily, clambering up onto the bed and crawling over Kyouka’s leg to lie at her side, arms resting behind her head. Kyouka retracts her limbs to her sides to allow Momo more room.

“I always got in fights,” Kyouka explains once they’re settled, her hands now resting on her stomach, “with the neighborhood boys. Over dumb stuff, like who got to use the sandbox.”

Momo lets out a bit of a chuckle, and the gentleness of it reminds Kyouka of blowing bubbles in her backyard and watching as they floated away in the breeze, and of the aftermath, the stickiness left over on her fingers after she’d dropped the bubble wand into the container and had to fish it back out.

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i let the love inside me rot
the mushy feelings slipped away
and every fucking time we fought
i felt a piece of your heart leave

we don’t deserve anything more than what we had
we don’t deserve a happy ending
we don’t deserve a love that will last
when we were both just pretending

your feelings evaporated like a puddle on a sunny day
mine floated away like a cloud carried on the breeze
either way the love is gone
and i sink into this loneliness with ease

i miss you but there’s nothing i could do
things happen in unexpected ways
and it’s hard to accept but it’s true
sometimes love just goes away

—  the heartbreak was real, even if nothing else was

anonymous asked:

req here! could i get a small drabble where bastion catches you talking to ganymede?

~Sure thing, Anon. I tried my best. Bastion is a lot harder than I thought he’d be. I hope you like it!

The hillside at the edge of the base was one of your favorite places to sit and watch the sunset. Usually, Zenyatta accompanied you and together you’d sit and talk in soft voices about existential things and life itself. It was calming especially after all the hectic work you had to do during the day. 

But Zenyatta had other matters to deal with today so here you were alone. It was nice sitting in silence but you missed your friend. Watching the sunset wasn’t as fun alone. 

The sky mixed soft browns and reds around you. A soft tweeting caught your attention and you looked up into the tree you sat under. 

You smiled. “Hey Ganymede, where’s Bastion?” You asked. Ganymede chirped at you before fluttering over and setting down on your leg. It wasn’t often that you found Ganymede without Bastion. You reached out, running a hand over the bird’s head. He leaned into the touch. 

“Did you come to watch the sunset with me?” you asked. 

Ganymede tweeted again and turned his head toward the sunset. You continued to stroke his feathers. The motion was soothing as the darkness crept in around you. 

“It must be nice being a bird.” You said, “You never have to worry about missions or keeping people safe. Just food, shelter, and water.” 

Ganymede’s tweet sounded a little smug. 

You kept talking but none of what you said really mattered. You told him about your day and all the various things everyone got up to. Junkrat had played more than one prank today and Soldier 76 had not been happy. The words filled the silence and occasionally Ganymede tweeted back. 

A beeping came from behind you and you jumped. Ganymede tweeted his complaints. 

“Hey Bastion,” You said as the omnic approached. Bastion came to your side and beeped happily. You moved a little to show Ganymede still sitting in your lap. “Look who I found. I figured you’d eventually come for him so we’ve been sitting here waiting for you. He’s such a pretty bird.” Ganymede flew onto your shoulder and rubbed his head against your cheek. 

Bastion settled onto the ground with a clunk and Ganymede moved from you to him. With a gentle hand, Bastion stroked his head. You looked on with a smile, the sunset momentarily forgotten. Bastion looked up at you and patted your hair. 

The three of you sat together until the sun was swallowed by the horizon line and the moon took its place. Beside you, Bastion started to hum a soft tune you’d never heard before. The sound floated away on the breeze and the sun set watching turned to star gazing. It was nice to have company. 

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Tano and Kenobi: Curiosity

Previously on Tano and Kenobi…

Two years into a successful apprenticeship with Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano, Padawan Learner Obi-Wan Kenobi is filled with both excitement and anxiety at promise of his very first mission with his master. But before they jet off to Raxus on the Outer Rim, Obi-Wan needs to do some researching in the Jedi Archives.

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The sun had set by the time Ahsoka and Obi-Wan arrived back at the Jedi Temple, the five spires lit up as a beacon to one and all, the great seat of light and hope in the galaxy.

This was the home of the Jedi.

This was the heart of the Order.

Obi-Wan had exhausted his questions about their upcoming assignment and was trailing after Ahsoka, observing the people on the streets as they passed them. The Temple District was quieter than the Senate District but there was always something to see. Sentients from every corner of the galaxy could be found in the district, from academics and scholars who wanted to do research on the Jedi and their history to those who came seeking a chance to work within the Temple grounds to those who simply saw the Temple as a tourist spot, a place one simply had to see when they got a chance to visit Coruscant.

Security at the Temple during Ahsoka’s childhood had been far more rigorous than it was now. She was still surprised to see the occasional tour group put together by a senatorial friend of the High Council or a wide-eyed clutch of invited sentients following after whatever Jedi Master had been roped into giving the tour this time. Ahsoka had once tagged along with one of these groups during her first year back in the past, following Master Diaz and a crop of new senators from the Mid Rim through the halls as she tried to re-learn where everything was supposed to be.

“Master?” Obi-Wan’s voice broke into Ahsoka’s thoughts as they entered the Temple. “Master? I… may I confess something?”

They had just passed through the massive main entrance of the Temple, moving past the towering bronzium statues that represented great masters from the ancient days of the Order. Ahsoka glanced at Obi-Wan and nodded, gesturing for him to follow her over to a private corner.

Safely tucked away where no one could hear them, Ahsoka turned to her padawan. “What is it, Obi-Wan? Is something wrong?”

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~...ode to gemini...~ *sprinkle zest in my mind...*

I absolutely adore gemini season, I don’t want it to end. I am very attached to the gemini archetype, being light and breezy, the adaptability to appreciate many new experiences, a curious mind that picks up little bits of information everywhere they go, gemini, how I adore thee… I must remind myself to not get carried away by gemini jitters as much as I may wish to…

gemini, I could float away in your enchanting breeze of peonies, 

tasting every flavor of jellybeans…

speaking just a few lines in all the scenes…

in the northern hemisphere, gemini is spring time, as I find baby lizards ahead of me, baby chicks flapping their wings in the air, their feathers floating away, to scatter their tender energy everywhere…

bunnies hopping around, show us to be light, to freely experience a short lived life, to hop into the ethers,

doing tricks in the light of day…

so seemingly weak, these sweet animals become prey…

everything is temporary,

but you’ve shown me a life less ordinary…

restless gemini mind, I jump for joy, just to learn, to laugh, to play like there’s no tomorrow, to run errands while streaming that zest for life in my breath!

inhale the first air sign, smelling the fragrant gardenias illuminating ideas!

sniff the jasmine as I twirl in the wind… 

gemini, you teach us to spring up from stagnant Taurus,

to spin with spontaneity,

to lighten up from Capricorn’s depravity…

gemini you seize moments like no other,

nobody else has more to discover!

scorpio says there’s more to uncover…

you’ve already lost gemini’s attention, she’s onto something new.

perceiving new ways of being, and away she flew…

I‘m alive, acting like a flake,

dreading what’s more serious, which virgo will shake…

get down to work, stop jumping around,

gemini needs earth signs to stay on the ground.

gemini can easily let go so abundance can flow

if only they’d let cancer know…

leo gets all the credit as they claim it…

gemini is less attached to reputation, 

would rather be the master of imitation.

libra judges the information that gemini gathers

libra brings together what gemini scatters

aquarius seeks higher, to be a diviner,

but gemini reminds of all the possibilities…

when drowning in the muck, gemini lifts up pisces…

aries misses out, due to their foolishness, 

gemini brings them into awareness… 

Sagittarius and gemini join forces

on the same path with different courses…

in the southern hemisphere, gemini is the end of autumn, heading into winter, a breeze of uncertainly… leaving behind Taurus and all her stability… retreating from the outer world and into the mind, gemini, show me the mysteries you find…


Tock. Tap. Tap. Tock. Tap. Tap. Tock. Tap. Ta-


Ms. Klein’s sharp voice cut through the perfect triplet rhythm Lance was orchestrating between the clock and his pencil. His hand froze, but he couldn’t help the frown that pulled at his face. It was her fault, really— who actually started class on the first day of school?

The teacher turned back to the chalkboard and Lance’s thoughts turned back to anything besides social studies. His gaze slid to his left; Hunk was looking at him with the Oo face. Lance rolled his eyes, looking back to the front of the classroom. 

He glanced back at Hunk. Hunk looked straight ahead. 

Lance glanced down at his notebook for a moment, but, feeling eyes on him, looked back over. Hunk’s gaze flitted up to the clock. Lance bit back a smirk.

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Through the Dark Comes the Light V

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Originally posted by cestpasfaux24601

Many would consider being early an admirable asset, but in Dwalin, Feather abhorred it. It was just like him to stomp up to the round door of hobbithole with his axes on his back and duty set in his shoulders a full two hours before the rendezvous time. The elf had watched from her hiding place in in a nearby tree, sighing as the familiar bald head disappeared inside. This rendered her plan futile. She had thought if she were to arrive first and to be awaiting the rest, they could not possibly make her go, not that they were the ones she needed to convince.

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#as you watch, your thoughts and feelings, your emotions, just drift away like mist in the breeze, rising, floating, gone#

#pretty soon you too are floating, drifting, empty, ready to slip into trance#

#consciously, you are waiting for it to happen, but unconsciously you are already there, so all you have to do is really focus now on the spiral, and in less than thirty seconds you will have slipped fully into deep trance#

Out of the Ashes - Ch 20 of A New Reality Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

The miles continued to pass, silence once again their companion. For the moment, Alice found herself to be more attuned to what was going on around her, alert for potential dangers. She still flinched at every sound, sure that something – or someone – was going to come crashing through the bushes, around an overturned car or be waiting around the next hill. But it didn’t happen. Slowly, little by little, she began to relax and enjoy the little things.

Such as the blue sky above them a few clouds floating lazily by, a sudden breeze whisking away the sweat on her skin, the bright yellow carrot flowers and the deep bluish-purple hubflowers. The silence stopped being terrifying and instead became relaxing and she began to hum under her breath. Music was something she missed terribly from before the war. Of course, it also helped Danse was with her. He was a soldier and not just any soldier; he was a Paladin. It meant he’d seen a lot in his time with the Brotherhood and he was experienced, smart and sharp. He’d keep her safe.

chasing a dream

soooo, more nyxnoct, because channelling studying salt productively! something short and sweet to end the day~ 

“Little king, little king.”

The nickname, whispered again and again on the breeze pulled Noctis from his slumber. Held securely between Ignis and Gladio, warm and comfortable, it took him a few seconds to understand what woke him up, lashes damp from the dream that had not ceased haunting him. In his mind’s eye, Nyx’s grin was as bright as the sun, the glaive’s body firm and comforting against his as they watched the sunset together from their seat atop the Citadel.

It was nothing but a sweet and painful memory now, both the man he loved, had loved, and the city he had died to protect gone.

Everything inside him longed, begged for this voice, barely heard and mostly felt, to belong to his lover. Caution fled his mind at the thought, replaced by a burning desire, nearly scorching in its intensity, to see for himself where those sounds came from.

Moving slowly and soundlessly, he wiggled out from his sleeping bags and opened the tent’s entrance. Gladio, usually so quick to react to any noise in the vicinity, did not even twitch at the sound, remaining blissfully unaware.

The Myrlwood was quiet around him, fireflies dancing to and fro like stars in the darkness and illuminating the path leading to the haven. The soothing blue light of the runes carved into the rock surrounding him did nothing to calm his racing heart, nor the panic setting his nerves aflame.

As he looked around, he barely managed to catch the tail-end of the ribbons he knew so well, their purple hue nearly blinding amongst the blue and green he was surrounded by.

In an instant, he was off, desperately warping after the just out of reach purple lengths appearing and disappearing from behind trees, Nyx’s voice a constant whisper in his ears.

He ignored his wildly beating heart, his breaths coming in shorter and shorter spurts, the statis threatening to overwhelm him at any moment. Noctis only had eyes for the specter he was chasing and trying to reach, his back taunting him with its closeness in a parody of the game of tag they used to play in the Citadel’s gardens.

Finally, finally, as they reached the clearing that held the Tomb of the Rogue, Nyx stopped. Unable to stop his momentum, Noctis collided with him: or at least he expected to.

The broad back broke apart at the first touch of the prince’s skin, leaving behind particles of light that scattered around him, each of them echoing the glaive’s voice back and forth to one another.

Noctis’ heart wrenching screams were the last thing they recorded before floating away on the breeze.

Chick Flicks - Part 2

Summary: Dean x Reader - Gabriel decides to play wingman the way only he can and the reader and Dean go on a different kind of movie date.

Triggers: None

Word Count: 2483

Y/N = Your name  Y/H/C = Your hair colour  

Part 1

The unmistakable briny smell of the sea hit you before you could properly take in your surroundings. But though you saw nothing but the blue ocean and white railings the moment you stepped through the door you knew you were on a boat. The pristinely scrubbed decks and slight rolling movements of the ocean several floors below your feet could belong to any ship in any movie yet you got the unmistakable feeling that you knew exactly which boat Gabriel had sent you to. Which movie you were forced into.

Turning to face Dean who had walked through the door after you, you looked down at yourself when you noticed his quick wardrobe change. Of course; another dress… Sighing to yourself you shook away any thoughts of clothes and let your eyes find Dean’s green ones which seemed to be capturing the light reflected off of the ocean and the white walls of the ship and greedily holding on to it. Making his eyes sparkle even more than usual.

“Wha… Where are we?” Dean asked as he turned his head towards the door you had walked through, though it was no longer a double glass screen door. Instead a small door with a porthole window shut behind the hunter with a sound that seemed louder than it should have been. Like the clapper at a movie studio, informing you that a new scene had started.

“I can’t be sure, but I think I might know,” You groaned as you looked around simultaneously hoping and dreading to find proof of your suspicions. After all, you’d come to know this particular boat pretty well.

After Balthazar had somehow changed history just to avoid the iconic song from the movie you doubted you’d even forget the Titanic. That, and Gabriel seemed to have grown especially fond of that movie after that. Probably because he knew it would piss of his brother. So you’d seen it more than a few times unfortunately.

“Yeah?” Dean sounded a bit hesitant to ask you for your actual location. You’d bet money on him guessing it as well. But just like you he seemed uncertain in if he wanted to actually know.

“Well Gabe… Gabriel said that all the movies he was sending us into were romantic. Y’know, because of Valentine,” You started, hurrying to add your seasonal shield lest the hunter figured out why the prank was so genre specific. “So, I’m pretty sure this is Titanic,” You said with a sigh.

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Character Bios

     Here’s what’s understandable. Requesting that your RP partners have bio pages. Because sometimes, if you interact with a canon character from a fandom you are not a part of? It can be useful! If you’re interacting with an OC? Also super useful!
     What I don’t get is when people don’t fuckin’ read those bios, my friends.
     I’ve had that personally so many times when people don’t know Stash is trans, or they realize ‘he has metal arms?!’ or ‘how can he carry all that stuff? that seems unrealistic’ and I feel my non-coding soul leave my physical form in order to float away on the nearest breeze and scream in the void.
     I have pages. They have information. I put links on the main page, the rules page, the bio page, the manual page. Like, it’s not required to read them, I guess, but it shows you at least have the interest or initiative to understand why this is working this way. It’s right there. I spent so many nights and hours trying to make them all readable and short, sweet, understandable. If there’s something you don’t understand in them then by all means, bring it up! But a lot of people just do not bother with reading any of it… None of it.
     Like do you go into the grocery store and close your eyes and sweep your arm into your shopping cart, too? What the fuck.

Fireflies and Patience

Based on this imagine from @imaginexhobbit

Fili x Reader

Warning: Stupid amounts of fluff.

Word count: 1,492

Their laughter lifts your heart; the two fully grown Dwarves gambol about the moonlit meadow with clear jars, chasing clumsily after the fireflies floating on the slight breeze. You are stretched along the grass, propped up on your elbows as you watch Fili and Kili try their hardest to catch a few of the unfortunate bugs, but you are certain their racket and certain lack of finesse are driving them away.

“No, no, no! That way, Kee!”

Kili takes Fili’s direction and, in turning before his feet get the message, he trips and falls flat onto his front, the jar in his hand thudding to the ground, too. He glares up at you as a snort of laughter escapes your teeth, but that doesn’t dampen your mirth.

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Epilogue: A+ Secrets

Part 26 of A+ Secrets

Summary: First day of fall semester. Exactly one year after you and Dean met.

Word Count: 2780

Warnings: None

A/N: This was much longer than I expected. And, my goodness, this story just kept twisting and coming up with new ways to draw the storyline out. But here’s the last part!! I hope you enjoy!

A+ Secrets Series Masterlist

First day of class was a success, Dean felt. This was this third syllabus day since he started teaching here and he thought that he finally had everything under control. He knew how to keep the students’ attention through the most boring day of the semester when every class that they go to gives them the same spiel about cheating and grades and the best way to contact the professor.

Of course, he’d had plenty of time to prepare without distractions. You’d been gone for the last three months. 

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