New environments were never a comforting thought for a young
child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close
to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The
world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still
as shy as they come.
The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to
show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight
when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what
they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her
feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N
bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her
A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned
his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her
shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a
fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room
intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired
boy began to swing his feet.
Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending
them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the
sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was
embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the
boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.
“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up
from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed
on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met
her surprised face.
“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A
reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His
black hair bounced as he nodded.
“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are
Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest,
“I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”
“Then who are you?”
“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out
before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.
“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the
playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs
slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.
Summary: After hiking up a beautiful cliff overlooking the ocean, you confront Steve about why he hasn’t acted on his feelings for you.
Soundtrack: “Castle on the Hill” (Ed Sheeran) “Stronger” (Clean Bandit) “On Our Way” (The Royal Concept)
A belated one for JinWoo, the master of taking leaps of faith.
A/N: This one has been in my queue for about a month, and I rewrote it yesterday after a horrible session of therapy. Forgive me for the bumps and mistakes, I’m still not used to writing for/about Steve. - j xx
“Whoa… This is beautiful..”
“Yeah, it is…” Steve breathes out, silenced by his awe of the view.
The isolated cliff you stand on sits tall, almost angrily, breathing in the salty air of the ocean below with small gasps. There’s a rocky edge that looms over the majestic sea, which spawns fantastic waves. Boasting a gradation of shades ranging from a peaceful sea green to a deep blue, the ocean dances the line between raging waters and a lulling calm.
The hike up to the high point had been a rather challenging one, but anyone who endures the hike is rewarded with with a stunning vista of the surrounding area. While the rest of the Avengers have chosen to frolic and relax on the beach, you and Steve toughed the upward hike and are treating your eyes to a view worthy of the gods.
Steve glances at the you with a small smile. “You okay, (Y/N)?”
“Peachy, Captain. Just peachy,” you sarcastically wheeze. You use the sleeve of your shirt -why on Earth did you wear a long sleeve on a hike?- to dab your forehead before shooting the blonde an infuriated look. “How are you not sweating? Does the serum also make you look like a model even after a six mile hike?”
Steve glances down at his body before shrugging. “The wind blew it off?” he weakly offers. The super soldier bursts into laughter as you dramatically roll your eyes at his answer. “Sorry, (Y/N). I probably should have warned you about this hike’s difficulty.”
“Mmhm, no wonder everyone else opted to skip the hike.” You take in a deep breath and allow yourself to bask in the warm sun and salty air. “But man, they’re really missing out,” you happily sigh.
“Yeah, they are…”
This time you glance at Steve, letting your eyes wander over his physique, which is fantastically showcased in his tight blue workout shirt. Your eyes return from its journey only to make eye contact with his brilliantly blue eyes. Knowing that he caught you ogling at him, Steve arches an eyebrow. You, shameless about your lustful admiration for his body, deviously bite your lower lip and wink.
“One day that look will get you in deep trouble,” Steve grumbles. He’s suddenly aware of how hot his face is and looks away, hoping the ocean air will cool him down.
aaaaaa ;; I’m sorry for this being so late I’ve been so busy ~ little goose
little guy! Show me what you got!” Cait got into a fighting stance and smirked at Maxson. In a matter of seconds she was flipped over and on the ground.
“Watch what you say, civilian. I will not tolerate-” Cait had got up as he was speaking and sucker punched the Elder right in the face. The fight was on. It lasted around 3 hours tops, both getting knocked around by the other. The fight was closed to a tie because never of them would give up. Curie scolded them both when they were done, saying that “it was a hazard to their health” if they continued. Maxson suffered from a fractured wrist, a broken nose, and a cluster of bruises making his face swollen. Cait suffered a minor concussion a black eye, a few cracked ribs, and a sprained hand. They both decided it was best to not do that again, unless they got bored.
Maxson raised an eyebrow at the Mr. Handy.
“Sir? If I may, I don’t think it would be wise to conduct a fight against you, my saw arm alone is enough to give you stitches. I wouldn’t want to worry Miss Curie.”
“I suggest if you don’t want to be turned into a scrap heap, then you better stay back.” As Maxson said that, it made Codsworth run tail and run, he didn’t even want to fight the Elder of the brotherhood anyway.
Curie is a sweetheart, why would anyone want to fight her? She doesn’t even like fighting, only when it’s necessary. When asked to Maxson she was in shock.
“Fight him? He has done nothing wrong to provoke me! Yes I mean he can be a bit ah, rude to me but that’s not a reason to hurt him!” However, she still ended up to face to face with him.
“Monsieur? If I may, I do not wish to fight you.” Curie crossed her arms in protest. Maxson didn’t say anything, just shrugged and walked off. He’d never admit it but he was quite fond of Curie since she helped people no matter what, despite being a synth.
“Me? Fight elder Maxson? You’re out of your mind.” Danse crossed his arms and stared at the person who dared him.
“Last time that happened I ended up with a few broken ribs and a hand. I was off the field for almost 5 months.” He looked at the ground and then back up,
“Of course I was more naive and less aware at that time, maybe I will take him on again.” Later that day, Danse was seen fighting Maxson. He wore a swollen face and a bloody nose just looking at him, however he also had a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Maxson had a black eye and what seemed like a fractured hand. Maxson was winning, Danse was unfortunately too cocky to take him on, leaving him on the ground after being flipped over, and then being left with a shattered pride.
“me, fight that hunk?” He laughed loudly, “Oh goodness, you gotta be kidding me!” He wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard.
“Well, you only live once, am I right?” He got up to go find Maxson. Once he spotted him, he popped a stealth boy and snuck up to him. He forcibly pulled the elder down, however he did not expect him to reach blindly in the air and take a lucky grab at the spy, pulling him down too. Deacon slammed onto the ground, giving him a small nose bleed.
“Using a stealth boy, eh? Coward, show yourself!” Maxson yelled out in anger. Deacon quickly ran off, but kept his cool as he told the person who dared him that he totally beat Masson with just one punch. No one believed him since they saw Maxson the next day with no bruising or swelling showing that he’d been in a fight.
He tilted his head in confusion. He was a sweet dog (most of the time), why would he jump Maxson? Dogmeat didn’t move, he just sat down, scratched himself and rolled around on the ground in boredom.
“I’ll gladly do so.” Hancock smirked a mischievous smirk. He strolled up to Maxson with a wide grin on his face.
“What do you want, ghoul?” Maxson looked at him in disgust.
“Oh nothing, just wanted to give you something.” Hancock punched the elder in the face and yelled out, “Fight me you little punk!” The fight my friends, was on. Maxson was strong and fast, but Hancock was swift and flexible. He was like a fox letting a bull charge him but then jumping to the side at the last second. Maxson was able to get a few punches on the mayor but soon found himself on the ground in pain. Hancock had body slammed him to the ground and walked off with just a broken finger and a slight limp in stride that wpuld last at least a week. Maxson however had a cracked rib, a black eye, and busted lip. No one ever let the elder live that down. Who couldn’t talk about it? The elder of the Brotherhood of Steel had just got his ass kicked by a skinny ghoul from Goodneighbor.
Maccready nervously chuckled
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, I mean I’m not really trained in hand-to-hand combat.” However he strolled up to Maxson and was about to punch the guy in the face but when he turned around and questioned Maccready, the poor sniper just about jumped out of his skin and ran away with his tail tucked between legs.
Nick: “Listen, I would and I really want to, but he could easily turn me into a scrap heap the next time he saw me, so I’d better not.” The detective lit up a cigarette,
“However, maybe if I’m feeling risky I might just fight the guy”
“Bring it Maxson! Fight me!” Piper put her fists up at the taller man. Maxson looked down at her and scoffed.
“Do you really want to do tha-” before he could finish his sentence, piper went right into fighting dirty and had kicked him right in the baby maker. The elder held his groin in pain as a tear welled up in his eye, but he held it in. He gasped slightly before maintaining his posture and got rewards with a strong kick to the shin bringing him down on one knees. Piper cheered,
“Hey guys! I just brought the elder of the Brotherhood of Steel to his knees!! How many of you can say that, huh??” She walked laughing and pumped her fists in the air, she was definitely writing an article about this.
“Oh I don’t know, he’s a really strong guy….but I always wanted to challenge him!” Preston smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Later that day, he walked up to Maxson and bluntly told he wanted to challenge him to a fight.
“Challenge me? To a fight? You do realize you are addressing the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, correct?” Maxson challenged Preston, his back straight and staring sternly at the Minuteman.
“I know exactly who I’m addressing and I’m challenging you to a fight.” Preston stared down the Elder.
“Very well then.” With that, the two were at each other, punches flying and dirt being kicked up everywhere. Soon enough, Preston landed a punch square Maxson’s face. The sweet pure man soon realized that was a mistake since he then found himself on the ground, wheezing, flooding coming from his face. He groaned as he slowly got up, suddenly feeling nauseous.
“Monsieur! Oh dear, you need to be treated immediately! You too Monsieur Maxson! Come come! ” Curie had ran up to scene of the fight just in time to see Preston go on the ground.
“Curie I’m fine..just need to catch my breath..” Preston almost went unconscious as he stumbled to Curie’s place. He was diagnosed with a few broken ribs, a bruised shoulder and a broken nose, Maxson however, had a broken nose and a fractured jaw. Preston decided to never challenge Maxson again.
As soon as he was dared he got a wild grin on his face.
“Strong smash small human? STRONG SMASH PUNY HUMAN!” He ran over to Maxson bellowing a loud roar. Maxson silently thanked whoever was listening that the super mutant was so loud that no one could hear his high-pitched scream as he was taken into the mutants arms and thrown like a rag doll. The Elder suffered from a number of injuries: broken leg, arm, wrist, a concussion, and extremely sore joints and muscles for next few months. It took a ton of persuasion to convince Maxson not to terminate Strong for treating him so poorly.
“I will gladly punch the shit out of that surface filth.” Standing up, X6 walked out of the room, finding Maxson easily.
“Excuse me, sir? I wish to speak with you.” Maxson turned around at the voice, seeing who called him.
“What do you wan-” before the Elder could finish, he was punched in the face, kicked in the shin, and thrown on the ground in a matter of seconds.
“Hm, always wanted to do that.” With that, X6 walked off calmly, like nothing happened leaving Maxson in a stunned daze wondering what had just happened.
Maxson was aboard the Prydwen, strolling towards his quarters when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. He stopped and looked around and saw someone right beside him. Thinking it was an attacker, he launched himself at the intruder only to come into contact with a wall. No, wait, it was mirror. Maxson launched himself at a reflection of himself like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. Humiliated and sore, Maxson was just glad that no one saw that and he shamefully shuffled into his quarters and stayed there for the rest of the night. However, he did not see the newest recruit climbing up from the command deck just in time to witness the scene. The next day, Maxson walked down the hall wondering why everyone was whispering and snickering when he walked by.
Gage laughed, loudly. “That little guy? I bet you 30 caps I’ll win!” Gage quickly strolled up to Maxson with a huge grin on his face. Maxson turned around and in exchange, got a sucker punch to the face. He staggered backwards slightly from the force and held his bloody nose. “What the hell??” Maxson’s eyes flashed a lethal look towards Gage and lunged towards him. Maxson had Gage underneath him and was angrily punching him. Gage quickly rolled away and ran off, limping ever so slightly. Gage lost his thirty caps and a got rewarded with a broken nose a few chipped teeth and two black eyes.
“Why would I do such a thing?” Ada was confused, why would she attack someone just to attack someone? She walked away from the person who asked her and went to go do her own thing leaving the person slightly disappointed since they didn’t get to see a fight.
He can remember the exact moment he wanted to do this.
He was six years old, sitting in the passenger’s seat of his brother’s truck while Liam paced around in the light coming from the parked vehicle’s headlights, voice raised as he fought to keep Killian with him.
He was listening to the radio- crackling due to distance, but enough for him to hear the woman talking about the latest space launch.
With bright eyes, Killian had stared up at the night sky, counted the stars, and suddenly desperately wished he could be there. Not here, with Liam or in the system where he’d likely end up. If his parents didn’t wish to stay, then neither did he.
Anonymous said:What about a human prince and fairy prince meeting? 👀
baconator153 said:Can I have some prompts about a human just realizing they were trapped in the fae realm? With the fae who fed them the faerie food wanting them as a prize or a pet? I loved your other fae prompts!
Anonymous said:Could I possibly ask for some nice fairies? Perhaps a fairy helping a human escape their abusive family or saving them from imminent danger? /even though that would probably result in the human owing them something >.>/ thank you!
Anonymous said:Some prompts about the fairies that aren’t complete dicks to the human? Ty <3
Anonymous said:Could we get some exclusive seelie and unseelie prompts? I really love your fairy prompts!!!!
1) “Apparently,” the prince said. “We are to be betrothed.” It would be an alliance between their kingdoms, between the mortal world and the immortal court. They tried for a friendly, diplomatic smile and held out a hand to shake. “Perhaps we can set aside our childhood differences? For the good of our people.” They were well aware of the people watching. “But, of course. We are not children anymore.” The fey prince returned with a singularly beautiful smile, clasping their hand and then leaning in to press a kiss to each of the prince’s cheeks, drawing them into a fond and conciliatory embrace. “I’m going to tear your heart out with my teeth before I ever marry a human, royal or not, no matter what my mother says,” they hissed in the prince’s ear. They pulled back, smiling again, as people clapped. Alright then.
2) It had been the perfect picnic. Their date had seemed so lovely, so attentive, so wonderful in the sunlight. Until they tried to leave. They’d hit an invisible barrier, an impossible barrier, again and again and again. They didn’t understand at first. They didn’t believe in fairies. Now…they tried reason, peruasion. People will be looking for me, they’ll be worried. I would be inconvenient to keep, I don’t even know anything about fairies. I’m flattered you’ve taken such a liking to me, but I really do have to get home. I’ll come and visit you, you don’t have to keep me like this. Rage - you can’t fucking keep me! I’ll kill you before I let you keep me. You tricked me! Despair - they crumpled on the forest floor, resolutely ignoring the fae. Stomach churning from having tried to throw up anything fae, head pounding from crying. Now - “just let me go, please.” Nothing left but to beg. “Don’t be silly,” the fae murmured. “My sweet treasure, I will take such good care of you. You won’t miss your home once the sun sets. I hate to see you like this.”
3) They sprinted through the forest. Clothes torn, tears in the corner of their ears, fear growing at the tramp of boots behind them. The branches of trees whipped cuts in their arms, tangled in their hair. They pushed themselves to run faster - they couldn’t get caught, they absolutely couldn’t get caught. The twisting of the undergrowth sent them flying. They hit the dirt hard, face down. Whipped around in terror of the pursuers right at their heels and - light. The trees coiled protectively, the vines snagged at their pursuers and sent them flying back. Thorns grew where there had been no thorns before; thorns fierce and wicked enough to impale a man in armour. They watched stunned. Jumped violently as a hand rested gently on their shoulder from behind. “It’s alright, you’re safe here. Stay in this area of the woods for as long as you want, you will find plentiful food and water and soft flowers upon which to lay your head. Just don’t try and hunt or start any fires. And don’t attempt to take anything with you when you go.”
4) “This has been amazing,” the human said with a smile. “But I really should be getting home now. People will be worried.” “You’ll visit again?” the fairy asked eagerly. “So little changes around here - we would be happy if you came again. Maybe you could bring some of that ice cream you talked about?” “Ice cream and a cactus, gotcha. Next Friday?”
5) The seelie looked over at the sovereign of the unseelie court, heart hammering in their chest. Even the sight of them gliding through the party brought a touch of frost to the summer festivities. A darkness. They came over and held out a hand to the seelie. “You said you liked dancing.” There was absolutely no chance that the unseelie was truly there to dance, nor to party like this.The sovereign of the summer court gave them a look - when pray, have you talked to an unseelie sovereign about dancing? The seelie accepted the hand. “Yes. Perhaps you’d do me the honour?” A century of treaties and peace negotiations were not about to be blown because they felt their heart might drop out of their chest.
6) “Apparently,” the prince said. “We are to be betrothed.” “I thought it an excellent idea when I suggested it.” The prince missed a beat, heart stuttering. “You suggested it?” “Of course,” the fey prince said. “I know you’re mine, but we may as well make it legal in your realm.” They had never met before in their life to the prince’s memory.
Hi I'm really glad the requests are open again, is it possible to do a scenario of revali in a soulmate au. Please and Thank you. By the way, I really love the stuff you do have a nice day :)
[A/N: efhskbebobdvk thank youuuu, and sorry it’s so long! I was really inspired!!]
You had been traveling between villages for a few weeks selling merchandise and the likes, but today was going to be a relax day. You had been taking your time to walk the farmer’s market admiring all the different jewelry and large vegetables, and stop occasionally to look over precious stones.
You weren’t sure why you chose to come today, but you paid no mind and tried to enjoy nonetheless. However…there was a strange inkling that wouldn’t leave you alone and you occupied yourself in merchandise that wasn’t even interesting to you, but for some reason you felt you needed to stay.
When you came to a vendor, their spread was out of place from the others. This one had shrunken heads, bird skeletons in cages, and different pots filled with different ingredients. The smell was overpowering, but for some reason you decided to look within the stall.
Further into their makeshift tent, books lined the walls on rickety shelves. You ran your fingers over the spines of the books noticing none of them had any titles. You found it odd how some look brand new while others looked worn and well read. Not a one matched, but some had similar spine decor.
You were about to walk to another shelf when one book caught your eye. It was a deep navy blue, with a red and white spine. You traced over the intricate impressions in the cover and mused to yourself that the material felt soft as feathers. Gently picking it up you looked it over and like all the other books it did not have titled, nor an author. When you opened it, your confusion only increased as you flipped through all the pages. There was not a single word nor picture in it.
Strange, you thought, and went to pick up another book only to find you couldn’t. You set the book you were holding down and used both hands on the other to take it off the shelf. It would not budge for the life of you, it was like it was glued to the spot.
“You can try all you want, but you are not the owner of that book.”
You spun around from the sudden grainy voice, and the shopkeeper was hunched over at the entrance. They gave you a wrinkly smile as their hand shook to hold up one finger. They pointed to the book behind you, “That is your book.”
You raised a brow before looking between them and the object, “…And why is that?”
They hobbled in using their cane and walked by you all the while speaking, “Do you plan to take responsibility of each and every book?”
“Then you do not need to know anything more than that.” They ran their crooked fingers over the blue book. “Why did you come here today, young one?”
You were taken back, not sure where this was leading, “I had the day off, I suppose.”
“You do not sound sure.”
“Erm…I am not sure what I would need to be certain of.”
They gave a slow smile, their jaw jittering along with their body. “Take the book.”
“Wha-, well, I don’t know if I want it. It’s just a journal.”
“Is it now?”
Their question fluttered around your head like a bird in a cage, and it left a deep curiosity that began to slowly burn. You weren’t even aware, but you had picked up the book, running your fingers against the soft cover. Gazing upon this hardcover it gave you a familiar feeling, and you looked up, “How much will it b-”
The old person was not there and the makeshift tent you were in was gone.
You looked around with wide eyes to realize you were in the middle of the farmer’s market still. Taking a step back, the shop you once were in, now you stood on a patch of dirt. You held the book closely to your chest and you decided that you were done looking around for the day.
Finally home and in your bed, you were reading a book under the lantern’s light, but you weren’t able to keep focus. Your eyes would wander to the journal on your nightstand, its existence proving to be loud and obnoxious. You sighed and leaned over to grab it to pull it back in your lap. As you flipped through the pages again you were scolding yourself that there was nothing there. You ran your hand along your head in frustration, and left it open at a blank page.
“What’s so special about you?” But the book did not answer your heated question. You leaned back against your headboard feeling like giving up, and blankly stared at the page of the book. You ran your finger along it as if reading a sentence, but you began to squint your eyes.
Was there….something forming on the page?
Upon closer inspection, an image slowly bled its way in. An image emerged overlooking mountains high in the night sky while clouds slowly made their way across the horizon and leaves rustled from the winds. You were in awe and amazed from the slow motion image, and you rubbed your eyes thinking you were seeing things.
But you weren’t.
Though you were terrified of this strange phenomenon, each night you open the book to find it had new paintings of different scenery and sometimes people. You gather that whoever this was, is a Rito given one photo had their arm stretched out with a large bow held by their wings. It was like a drug you couldn’t wean yourself off of and you anxiously await the night to fall asleep to these images.
The Rito was apparently close to the Princess as there was one image of her with a young blond man kneeling in front of her. You gathered that these images were memories, and whether they were current or from the past, you could not decipher. You were becoming fond of whoever this Rito was and adored they images from their point of view in the sky.
One night while admiring the old paintings something new happened. A new image bled onto the page, this time of the Rito’s wings held in front of them as if they had committed a heinous act. Their hands shook and looked pain..
‘I feel so alone.’
It read underneath the painting causing a sharp pain to shoot through your body. You ran your fingers along the image as if they could feel your comfort. “What’s wrong..?” You whispered and your heart felt heavy as the book did not reply…
‘They doubt me.’
‘Why him? Am I not good enough?’
‘I have worked so hard. I do not understand.’
‘I am afraid…’
Each night new paintings appeared with a text underneath, and they grew more desperate. Their images were becoming distorted and began to come in like melting strip of film. The more the weeks dragged on it spurred you to try to connect to this Rito that was a complete stranger. You whispered encouragements you knew they could not hear and brought the book with you everywhere as if it was a way for them not to be alone.
You were sitting on a rock somewhere in the Great Plateau flipping through the pages again. It was like watching a timeline of a sound person slowly coming undone. Some days this Rito would have wonderful and beautiful days, and others…they were wallowing in self hate. You sighed coming to an empty page, “I wish I could help you….”
As if the book heard you plea a new painting came and what you saw made your jaw drop. It was you, clearly blurry and more of your lap than anything, but it was your clothes being swept in the gentle wind. Beneath it, words appeared..
‘Who is this? Why is this person in this book?’
Frantically, you scrabbled about looking for your travel sack and rummage through to find a quill. However, before you could attempt to write a reply in a silly hope they would receive it, a new image appeared, but this time of your hands holding the book.
‘Their book almost looks similar to my own.’
And you gasped, feeling excitement course through your veins. You stood up holding the book out in front of you, “Yes! Yes! It’s because they’re connected! Oh please! Tell me you can hear me?! Sense me?! Something?!” But there was no reply, however, it spurred a intense feeling of determination. They had a book that was in connection to this one, and you knew that somehow they would be able to see your memories.
With a burst of energy, you bound for the Rito village across the land and you hoped that they could see what you see. Maybe they would realize you were on your way and your heart rammed in your chest from fear and excitement. You had no idea what these books meant to either of you, but somehow you know it was the fate of the Goddess that you two should meet.
When night fell, you sat by your small campfire for warmth and held the book in your lap while patiently waiting for a new image. It seemed like hours before a new painting emerge and this time it was them soaring in the nighttime sky. You held your hand to your mouth in astonishment at the words appearing before you.
‘Are you still waiting?’
“Yes!” You said in excitement, beaming at this wondrous phenomenon. You could only wonder what images along with words appeared for them and you looked up to the sky in great anticipation. “Oh please, oh please. I’ve been waiting so long.” You whispered to the sky and bounce from your spot on the ground. It was exhilarating, it was magical, nothing in this world could top this! You could hardly sit still and stood up to turn in a circle looking at the sky. You closed your eyes and pressed the book tightly to your chest. “I don’t know how this works, but please come soon.”
An hour or so passed and you were still wide awake. Nothing new appeared in the book and you were becoming impatient. Slowly, and surely, you heard loud flaps in the distance and right as you turned around a gush of wind blew harshly causing you to shut your eyes from the flying dirt. As you blinked away, your vision gazed at the feet of a Rito and followed it up to their face. For a Rito, he looked quite handsome and within his wing was a book with your colors but matching spine decor.
He looked a little smug as he looked you over and quirked a feather brow up. He noticed the book in your hands and held his up, “Seems we might become reading partners. Shall we open a book club?”
You snorted and shook your head at his jest, but the excitement bubbling within you was about to burst. “Strange book club with only two members.” You took a step closer and tried to ignore the awe you felt at his height.
His beak quirked in a smile as he too took a step closer, “Well, they do say three’s a crowd.”
“I’ve been anxiously waiting to meet you.” You spoke in a hush voice, finding the air within you disappearing, but it was not unpleasant. He gave another cocky smile and pulled up a page from his book, it was of your point of view looking up to the sky with the captions underneath, ‘I’ve been waiting so long.’
You could feel your cheeks burn and gave a sheepish laugh.
“I am Revali.” He spoke surely, but gently.
“I…” You laughed and smiled, “I’m [Name]…” You placed your hand on top of his book and he looked at you curiously as your eyes glimmered with your deeper emotions, “And I will make sure you never feel alone again.”
Enjoy some pictures of Perikles in his 10 gallon. I took them after the water change, excuse the dirt flying around.
So he has quite some damage on his fins, and its not really growing back. Im a little worried about him, any tips? I’m currently changing his water daily, 50%. He’s in a heated and filtered 10 gallon tank and gets live food on a daily basis.
Hey amiga! I was wondering if you could write a Sonic Forces thingy based on your post where Sonic makes the first move in the romantic things instead of Amy ;) Happy writing!
Everyone writes me in spanish, and I don’t know what they’re saying cause I’m a white girl that only knows some sign-language xD But I think amiga means friend, right? Like Amigo? anyway, I looked back at the post (x) and have decided to do different ‘mini-scenes’ where this may happen xD It’s probs AU though, but as always, I’ll do my best to try and stick to In-Character Portrayals of the Sonic Cast :)
After defeating a giant robot, and having thought maybe that was the end, Classic and Modern Sonic stare up at the robot, before watching it fall and cause a domino effect on the other robots around it, traveling down for hundreds upon hundreds of miles.
They ‘yahoo’! as Classic Sonic spins up to belly-bump his older self, and then Modern happily turns around to Amy, who sighs and places a hand on her chest in relief.
“We did it…”
“We made it!” In his excitement, and having been secretly worried about her, he lifts her up and spins in the air, embracing her by her waist area before pulling her down and then dashing off to congratulate the others.
She’s a little dizzy and disoriented, but smiles in a humorous matter, dipping her eyelids down. “Hehe~ I knew it.” she gloated slightly, having been suspicious of his behavior before, but was still wobbly from the spinning.
Classic didn’t understand what she meant but tried to catch her as she fell over, also holding her a moment before she caught her bearings.
“There’s no way we can take down that many invasions!”
“Not unless you have someone speedy to accompany you.” Sonic flicks his finger up just by her nose, startling her to moving backwards as he leaned forward to purposefully get her to stop talking and out of the conversation.
He then leans up and thumbs up Tails with a wink. “We’ll get the west-side invasion. You guys head on over to Park Avenue with the new recruit. Shadow? You take your team North. Silver? You’re South-end street. Everyone ready? Break a leg!”
Sonic took off, as Amy was covering her nose in a bit of flustered surprised before he whammed an arm into her to take her with him, making her ‘offph!’ as he went by.
“Hey! What happened to holding me like a lady!?” Amy argued, complaining a bit at how much he’s changed since she last saw him.
“Lady? What lady?” He comically looks around, as if innocent as she starts flailing around.
“Haha! Hold on, Ames.” He turns her in the right way to hold her bridal style, “Oh, now there’s young woman.” he blinks as he looks directly at her, and then laughs.
“I’m only teasing, Amy.”
She tilts her head, not used to him acting this way, but smiles a little and blushes lightly, laughing a little with him. “Oh, Sonic..~”
“We’re not gonna make it without backup!” Amy ducks, having an explosion going on over the trench she was hiding in, a lower level to the upper ‘no-man’s land’ above them.
Her walkie-talkie spurts some static for a minute as she hits it. “Hello? Anyone copy me?”
She looks up from the trench and gasps. “Sonic!!!”
Sliding into the trench, he breathes heavily, gripping his chest as Amy drags the rest of him down towards the trenches safety.
They duck their heads as more explosions fly dirt out all over them.
“What on earth are you thinking!?”
“I heard you.” He smiles, panting, and then closing his eyes.
She suddenly realizes…
She looks down at where his hand is.
She removes the hand and holds one over her own mouth, “Oh my gosh! Sonic! You’re hurt!”
“You said you…er… needed backup…” He flinches forward a minute, wincing at the pain from the hit, but lifts a leg up to try and muffle any sound coming out of him.
“You can’t help me like this!”
“I’m… I’m fine.”
“Why..? You were safer over there.” She looks up from the trench, seeing where the rest of the different teams lay and fought the gunfire.
Sonic pulled her back down, making her startled a second as he strained to speak.
“We’re all…. in this… ack-ssss…… t-together.” he breathed and winched hard, but kept speaking.
“But you got hurt…” Amy teared up, looking into each eye.
“Heh.” he smirked, weakly, before gently moving his hand from gripping her down to moving some hair out of her face, a gentle stroke of genuine care.
“That’s how.. some people… show their love… Amy.”
Her eyes shook at his words, before he gripped his stomach again, in extreme pain now.
In panic, she removed herself from him and took the walkie-talkie again. “Sonic’s down. Send the little guy in!”
But then the custom character and Classic Sonic swooped into the trench, landing in style as they both looked back up at the trench’s top, glaring from the battle they perfectly evaded to get there.
“Everyone..” Her eyes continued to swell with tears.
Classic Sonic turned to her, winking a reassurance that it would be alright, along the Custom character nodding to her a confident comfort as well.
After the battle, Amy held onto Sonic, as they watched the new recruit take down one of the major power towers that Eggman controlled, and converting it to Chaos Energy they could use, meaning they reclaimed some territory.
Classic was by his side, and Sonic figured that was a big help too.
He smiled before leaning his head back to her, frowning deeply that he was useless in this battle.
Though he had fought countless others.
“All seven chaos emeralds… I can finally feel them again.” He closed his eyes, as Amy worriedly looked down, lightly tapping the side of his face.
“Sonic..? Sonic, stay with me! You can’t rest just yet, you just got back! You can’t leave me again!”
She ducked her head, as Sonic opened his eyes, blinking in confusion.
“You act like I’m dying.” Sonic thought her a bit over-dramatic, placing a hand to the side of her face to get her head to go up, off of him. “What’s wrong, Amy..? I’m right here.. I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiled, as Amy continued to cry, making him think she didn’t believe him.
“I believe you, Sonic…” she admitted, as she leaned her head into his soft, gentle stroking before he stopped with his hand, and looked at her a little more concerningly. “I just worry… that if you leave again… you really won’t come back.” She turned back to him, as his eyes scanned hers, and suddenly he leaned up through the pain of his injuries and held her.
Her eyes shook in amazement, before she heard him gently say-
“Never again, Amy… I’m sorry. I’ll never leave you alone, without a hero, again. No one’s getting left behind again. I promise.”
She couldn’t help it, the tears came too fast.
She embraced him and cried, as he closed his eyes and let her release all the feelings she’d held in for so long.
He then turned around to see the Custom Character and Classic Sonic coming up over the hill. Seeing Amy crying in Sonic’s arms, they held back a moment, Custom smiling, thinking it was right to cry over a happy moment of victory, but Classic seemed confused; not sure why his older self wasn’t pushing her away. He leaned forward with his hands on his hips, scrutinizing over the situation and silently judging, though not making it hard to see, his older self.
Sonic just awkwardly smiled at the ‘company’ and then moved Amy away, smiling kindly to her and gesturing to the unwanted eyes.
Amy looked to Sonic and then the crew, before rubbing and wiping her eyes, smiling back, and helping Sonic to his feet.
Letting him lean on her, he happily shared her grin, and turned to the others. “Great work, team. Now… let’s go find the others. Tell them everything.”
They nodded, wanting to share this happy moment with them.
The earth began to rock.
“Sonic!” Amy held him tightly upwards so he didn’t fall over, still weak, when a robot came bursting from the ground.
“Amy! Look out!” he threw her to the side, as the robot shone a light to detect movement, and seemed to swallow Modern Sonic whole, digging back into the ground.
Amy held out her hand, turning around from where she had fallen, “Soooniiicc!!”
The two went down after him, following Amy into the tunnel below….
A/N: Art-fic exchange with @patternedclouds. In return for this pretty af piece, here’s a Pharmercy blanket fic as requested. lol
Summary: Fareeha and Angela chase a target to an abandoned monastery in the Kathmandu countryside. They are forced to stay there overnight due to Fareeha’s injury and heavy snowfall, but there is no heater. Just one sleeping bag.
Borrowed their headcanon for Mercy’s cybernetic spine.
Arms clamped around Pharah’s
middle as she kicked the motorcycle engine up a notch, flying down the empty
dirt road in pursuit of their target. Her senses were sharpened to a fine edge,
adrenaline pumping through her veins; there was nothing on her mind but the
black figure ahead, and his datapad of intel crucial to Overwatch’s war against
A small squad had been
dispatched to Kathmandu on a covert mission to obtain this valuable info,
spending weeks just to track the Talon agent down, only to have their
carefully-laid plans get blown clear into the sky. Literally. Just as they
closed in on the agent’s city hideout, the small rundown house was blown apart
by charges on its inner walls. The blast downed a few civilians unfortunate
enough to be standing within range, and Zenyatta promptly went to their aid while Genji sought to stop the flames engulfing the house from spreading
farther. Pharah barely had time to ponder destroyed gas pipes when Mercy
pointed out their target, climbing onto a bike farther down the street. Naturally,
Pharah sprinted back to her own rented bike as well, pausing just long enough
for Mercy to clamber on behind her, and began the chase. They zipped through
the winding city streets, before leaving concrete behind when they entered the
Summary: James Barnes had talked to you first, well, first after Steve. As a regular human being, and not that much of a general superhero, it stunned you; he had turned to you, eyes flicking from the bottom to the top of your form like predator assessing prey, and instead of striking, uttering a good morning.
Notes: I mention Frank Castle, but please note this is fanfic and the way I portray characters is at times not the same as they are in the MCU/comic universe.