hes like fire and ice

older wizard yurio would be like the opposite of howl but just as glamorous and w more sass  

I was pretty happy how this came out hehe. I’ll probs sell it as a print next month maybe or edit it again some other time. 💕

thank you @ngc5139 for giving me the inspiration to finish this. im really happy i was able to. <33 


Phichit Chulanont   Ice and Fire

I was talking with @victuurimaker a while ago and we agreed that it’s always great to have new content about this precious cinnamon roll, so here you go~

Klance Skyhigh AU

•Lance is skyhigh’s classclown but also the resident cool kid. literally. His ice powers are powerful but so well controlled, he can freeze your entire body with a snap of a finger.

•Ever since the Hero/Sidekick test, he’s gotten popular but always stuck to his bestfriends Hunk who can manipulate metal and Pidge who’s a powerful technopath.

•Shiro, the schools councilor and resident superman, decides to enroll his cousin Keith to help him train his uncontrollable fire powers. He goes to his friend (and crush) Allura for help.

•After Keith got his powers at age thirteen, he wasnt allowed to go to school anymore due to the school sprinklers always going off. He was homeschooled for three years in a burnproof room until Shiro was finally fed up that Keith was being treated like a wild animal that must be contained.

•Allura, the Head of Skyhigh, reqires Keith to undergo tests in the school labs to monitor his powers.

•Currently his control is so out of whack, he accidentally melts metal like its nothing but ice, sets things on fire depending on his emotions, he doesnt get burned but can accidentally burn someone at contact so he’s always fully clothed from head to toe.

•Because of this Allura assigns Lance into a buddy system with him. She’ll give Lance extra credit and tell him to be careful with Keith as he has only came out of a bad situation.

•Confident that he can do this, Lance’s initial introduction with Keith bursts into flames really quickly (and literaly) as Keith remembers that Lance was the classmate that always provoked Keith into accidentally burning something at school causing him to be isolated and drop out.

•Guilty and feeling like shit, Lance promises to help him and gets Hunk and Pidge into it. Helping him build heatproof gadgets to help Keith with his stress.

•As time goes by they get close and Keith is adopted into the circle of freinds. He wears less and less covers, getting rid of the mittens, beanie, the layer of fireproof longsleeve shirt. Lance is proud. (and also realizing underneath all those layers of clothes was just a cute angry kitten)

•Lance definitely helps him control his powers. He’s not as affected as the other students but in a bout of panic one day when Keith almost set their project on fire, he grabbed Keith’s hand to cool down the fire about to burst. It worked.

•So they agreed everytime Keith was about to burn something, Lance was there to hold his hand and calm him down… They didnt think it was gonna affect how much they were already gone for each other but ooh were they wrong.


Mchanzo Week day 4: Red and Blue

Fire and Ice

He burns through trauma like a fire. He destroys the memories, without remorse, without care. He is happy to be rid of these thoughts, and does not dwell on the loss of them, but on certain days, amid certain thoughts brought on by loneliness and fear, he will look back upon the charred remains of it’s destruction, and feel a tinge of remorse, of vulnerability, of pain. He will, by any means, distract himself from his own thoughts, and will endanger himself in a vain attempt to spark another fire, to rid those thoughts, yet to no avail. Only the frigid cold of ice can slow the flames enough for him to look back upon his life, and see it clearly enough to reflect, mourn, and truly be at peace.

He locks trauma like ice. He stores it, keeps it in a cage, keeps it visible and open, like a wound. He dwells on the memories, unable to move due to the unbearable cold. He keeps himself prisoner, in an attempt to atone for his past sins. He will fill himself with only the pain of guilt and will find himself unable to shelter from the cold, as the open, frigid wounds eat him away until there will be nothing left, and render him unable to make himself whole again. Only the warmth of fire can melt away the guilt enough for him to move once again, and look on to new beginnings and a new life, and truly be at peace.


100 days of Caitlin Snow ↝ Day Four  

“We met when we were working on the particle accelerator. He was the structural engineer. He liked to joke that he was basically a very high-priced plumber. We were very different. You might have noticed I can be a bit… Guarded. Ronnie knew how to make me laugh. He used to say we were like fire and ice. He wasn’t supposed to be there that night. He was just there for me. If he hadn’t…”

anonymous asked:

Andrew and Neil go to an amusement park where Neil gets lost and Andrew *definitely does not* panic and worry, please! You are so amazing!

So like I kind of kept to the prompt??? Amusement park became State Fair, and Andrew and Neil lowkey became all the Foxes??? I’m sorry???

The parking area is already filled to the brim when they arrive. Andrew is pretty sure this doesn’t even count as a parking lot; the large field weighed down by rows upon rows of cars. There are numerous people in reflective yellow jackets using neon orange cones to direct traffic, and Andrew follows the line of cars to the next available spot. Matt’s truck pulls in beside the Maserati, and everyone climbs out, smiles out and wide in anticipation. Families and groups of teens alike weave their way through the cars around them, their chatter and laughter carrying on the breeze. It’s almost enough to drown out the screams and music coming from the Fair.

Despite it only being early October, the air has a chill to it with the sun gone, so the Foxes pull on hoodies and jackets before heading towards the epicentre of excitement. The sky is a pale indigo above their heads, a view stars blotching the inky surface, but the bright flashing lights up ahead are quick to wash them out. With each step closer, the scent of fried dough and spun sugar gets stronger, and seems to fuel the buzz reverberating through the group.

It doesn’t take long to get tickets, and then they’re moving through the entrance gate into the fairgrounds. The lights and sounds are even worse in the mix of things. A cacophony of chaos that grates on Andrew’s nerves and twinges at his temples like the start of a headache. He briefly wonders why he even agreed to come to the State Fair, but he finds he minds a little less when he takes in Neil’s expression. The striker’s face is bright, and his eyes are wide. The start of a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he whips his head around to take everything in.

“Let me guess,” Andrew starts. “You’ve never been to a State Fair before.”

“Actually, I have,” Neil says. “Crowds like these are a great way to lose someone who’s chasing you.”

“Oh my god; that’s so sad,” Matt chimes in. “You need the full Fair experience, Neil! We’ll start with the Tilt-a-Whirl.”

“The tilt a what?”

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All I Want

Characters: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Post Civil War Tony feels he deserves everything that is coming to him.  Being his own worst enemy and locked in his own head will he grab the small ray of hope or will he drown himself in self-pity?

Word Count: 1475 words

Prompt: Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran

A/N: This is the first of my little somethings for @yellowtheremarvelfan  and her amazing celebration challenge.  It’s a bit of a rewrite of a Dean fic (like a complete overhaul) and I warn you that it is a little angsty but for those of you who know me I couldn’t resist a fluffy ending.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. had been blasting classic rock constantly in the lab for the past few days which was a sign to everyone to steer clear, that’s if anyone was actually there anymore.  The songs, although each with a kicking beat and some epic drum and guitar solos, all had a theme.  The singers were pouring out their hearts and though the name of the girl was always different the sentiment was the same, each bringing back memories of that one girl they had once loved and had lost.  The unspoken thought that maybe life would have turned out so differently had they just held onto her and Tony sat at a console with this head in his hands, eyes closed as he fought his demons alone.  His eyes flickered up to the bottle of scotch.  It would be so easy right now in his sleep deprived state to just drown his sorrows, numb the pain so he could just pass out and get some rest.  

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anonymous asked:

How would Todoroki react to someone hitting on him with the line "You're hotter than one of your quirks" and they ment he's hotter than fire, but he's like yeah most people are warmer than ice.??

Todoroki Shouto: He can’t help that he’s totally clueless, he hadn’t had much help on flirting while he was growing up. Even his sister was at a loss when he told her about the line you said to him today, unable to explain to him why she was laughing so hard. When he does realize his mistake, he’s mildly embarrassed, and wonders how he can flirt back with you without looking like a total fool. 


A kinda redraw or a very used reference of Episode 10

(click for better quality cause tumblr hasn’t seen my art in its final form)

Back from my vacation weekend and adding another design to that Dany/Jon switcharoo AU I like to relax on. Rhaenys Targaryen, Daughter of Rhaegar!

So since I basically like to come up witn AU’s to amuse myself, they usually have less baby killing, so yes, Rhaenys is alive! I wasn’t sure what her role would be at the beginning, but after I wanted to run with the idea that Jon gets to Westeros rather sooner than later (unlike Dany) someone had to end up with Dany’s Essos storyline cause I don’t want to leave my faves Greyworm and Missaned without their storylines. So then I really liked the idea of Rhaenys taking that place, and I really liked the poignancy of Rhaenys being the descendant of two Essosi peoples, of conquerors and conquered, bringing back freedom her Valyrian ancestors negated, in the name of her own enslaved and displaced Rhyonar ancestors.

Although her brother Aegon is alive, he is kinda absent from her plans for reasons. Once she learns of her uncle Jacaerys “Jon” plans to get himself a khalassar, she decides he might be the right ally for her own plan. infiltrating Khal Drogo’s followers, she closely studies his uncle to see if she is right. Of the remaining Targaryen, it is her who takes her father’s weakness for prophecy, so she struggles between what she is supposed to do or what she wants to do. Only trusting on her adoptive father, Jon Connington, Rhaenys has yet to reveal her existence to her Martell family, distrusting Doran’s own plans. Yet she knows she can’t remain lurking on the shadows plotting forever, and sooner or later she will have to make her presence known. And she really hopes “Jon” is the right choices. And perhaps it will mean she doesn’t have to choose between prophecy and fee will.

I did wanted to give her design a silhouette resembling of Daenery’s iconic blue outfit, but with a design and colors that were more of a blend of her Martell and Targaryen heritage. While she looks all Martell, she does have a white streak in her hair, which does make her stand out in a crowd, thing she knows how to play to her advantage. She has a deep red scar under her left collarbone from the stab Ser Amory Lorch managed to inflict on her before Jon Connington saved her.

Also, Balerion the cat is still alive and well under his care.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tododeku + kiribaku fic recs? love ur writing btw!

Thank you!

I’m so glad you asked, I have a lot of fics that I read that I feel like don’t get a lot of attention compared to some others even though they’re AMAZING. I’ll start with tddk and then go to krbk, because priorities (even though I’ve read more krbk forgive me). I’ll also link the authors tumblr if I can find them.

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Preference No. 2: The First Kiss

A/N: Guess who tried to write Jacob for the first time? (This girl!) Guess who failed at writing him? (This girl!) I’m not sure why Altaïr’s is so short compared to the others, it just kind of happened.


The strong rays of the summer sun were beating down on your back, your body ignoring it in favor of lunging towards Altaïr. Unfortunately, he’d seen your move coming, dodging out of the way before you could land the blow. With a quick sweep of his foot, he had you falling towards the ground. You closed your eyes, bracing for an impact that never came. 

Altaïr wrapped one strong arm around you, keeping your body close to his chest. Neither of you spoke, your eyes gazing into each other’s as the sun heated your embrace. Slowly, so slowly, you inched towards his mouth. He kept still, an unreadable mask placed over his face. You, however, were undeterred. 

With gentle grace, your lips met. Upon contact, Altaïr righted your stance, pulling your body flush against his. It was as sweet as the finest candy and as hot as the crackling fire, his lips leaving no inch of yours unexplored. And it ended all too soon. He didn’t speak as he unwrapped himself from your embrace, nodding once to you. His muscles were tense as his steps echoed around, your smile on his retreating form. He’d be back.


Each star in the sky twinkled brilliantly down at you, the festive sounds from the city below dancing around your figure. It was like a fairytale, watching the people move about their business from the rooftops. They all looked so busy, like they all had somewhere to be at the moment. Your musings were cut short by a warm hand trailing across your back, hot breath ghosting your cheek.

“Lovely night,” he whispered, observing the streets from behind you. You nodded, turning to face him.

“Ezio,” you greeted. He smiled, the scar on his lip doing nothing to fade his beauty.

“May I inquire why such a stunning woman is all alone on a night like this?” You chuckled, shaking your head at his endless flirting.

“Who else would keep your ass in line?” His lips turned up in a half smile, the moonlight outlining his near perfect features. Wordlessly, his fingertips tipped your head towards him, his lips crashing softly against yours. Your surprised gasp gave him the advantage he needed, his velvety tongue slipping effortlessly into your mouth. He was like ice and fire, night and day, his hands everywhere, yet nowhere. It was too much, and yet, it wasn’t enough. 

His body was tight against yours, his arms practically holding you up. His lips worked diligently with his tongue, bringing as much pleasure as he could. When the need for breath became too overpowering, you pulled away, your forehead plastered against his. His hold wasn’t leaving you and you had one hell of a feeling that it wouldn’t be anytime soon.


A cool breeze rustled the strands of your hair, interrupting the silence with its soft whistle. The heat from Connor’s body was practically blanketing you in an eternal warmth, his form poised and ready with bow in hand. You’d tagged along with him while he was hunting, if only to spend time with him. It was comforting, watching him act so naturally. There was nothing forced about his motives or movements, all of it coming from his own spirit. 

You watched as he pulled the string back, his muscles flexing beneath the strain. You observed as he released it, a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. And you surveyed as he looked to you, a soft smile playing on his lips, his expression just waiting for you to compliment. You didn’t disappoint. There was just something so heartwarming about the massive man lighting up at your words, his rare smile growing. So much so that you couldn’t resist pulling his head down and placing your lips upon his own. 

His arms were moving around wildly, the confidence from hunting not transferring to the current activity. Finally his tense posture relaxed, his lips melting against yours. His movements were tentative, letting you dominate the kiss as he placed his hands gently against your hips. It was sweet and loving, each moment slow. It was everything you could want, Connor’s scent enveloping you, his touch embracing you. You pulled back, smiling at his blushing face. He looked utterly adorable, his hair askew from your hands, his brown eyes blown wide, and his lips shining. He was stumbling back, random excuses tumbling from his lips. You could only laugh as he practically bolted from the scene, your eyes watching each movement. Perhaps next time he’d stay.


The rowdy sounds of the pub rolled over you, the burning tingle dripping down your throat silencing them. Your dulled senses could only register his grey eyes, dark like the clouds before a storm. His sweet aroma of aged spices and something so utterly him surrounding you. The pub was too hot, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each intake of breath. You yearned for him, every inch of your skin screaming for his. 

It was sick and sweet and so very primal. His white teeth shone in the candlelight, radiating the very air with his power. He knew you were so close to breaking, so close to giving in. Just one suggestive look and you were his. However, you were not so breakable. Your mind began clearing, taking a step out into the dreary night in hopes that you might better calm your thoughts. The game still stretched on, you and Haytham dancing around one another like cat and mouse, the other absolutely refusing to give in. 

Only, as he walked towards you through the darkness, you knew he was the predator and you were the prey. With each clank of his boot, your heart beat faster. Each confident step fueled your arousal more, your eyes practically begging him by the time he stopped inches from you. He didn’t need any more permission, lurching forward to connect your lips in a kiss so raw, so primal, your feet curled in their confines. 

It was rough, his body pushing you against the wet, splintering walls of the alley, his tongue demanding entrance. He was hot against you, giving in to every bit of his animalistic need, the pent up tension from the past few weeks bubbling over. It wasn’t until you were out of breath, your nails scratching at his back, your legs wrapped around his middle, that he slowed the kiss down, presenting his emotions. It was just as, if not more so, fulfilling as the heated kiss, a sweet song in your heart. He didn’t let you go after that.


You were in the stuffy confines of the captain’s quarters, watching Adéwalé and Edward discuss their next journey. Every once in a while Edward’s piercing blue gaze would meet yours, letting you know that he hadn’t forgot about you. With each witty remark, he looked to see if you laughed. Most of the time, you had. Adé seemed to get more and more frustrated with him, deciding it was time to leave when Edward sent you a saucy wink, barely paying attention to Adéwalé.

“You asked for me?” You inquired, breathing in the sweet smell of salt in the air, the soft rock of waves crashing into the boat below.

“Aye, lass,” he nodded, his pink lips turned up in a smile.

“Why, exactly?” Sure, you and Edward had been close. In fact, the two of you were often reminiscing of past times or sharing little jokes. But he’d never asked you to come to his room before.

“I thought we might share a drink.” His rough accent surrounded you, the sheer sound of it making you dizzy. To simply put it, Edward Kenway was intoxicating. You never thought you’d be one to fall under the spell of the brash and dashing captain, but things don’t always go as planned.

“Why not go with the others?” You asked.

“Do you always ask this many questions?” He questioned, an amused little smirk tugging at his lips as he pulled out a flask of rum, sitting at the table and gesturing for you to do the same. You obliged, looking over his features. He was handsome, in a rugged sort of way. He was the kind of man women draped themselves over and men respected. “Besides, who’d ever say no to a little rum?” You took the flask from his hand, mirroring his expression.

“Certainly not me,” you muttered, taking a throat-burning gulp of the beverage.

“Easy, lass,” he warned, “it wouldn’t be the smartest of moves to get drunk in a pirate’s cabin.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that Edward would never treat you like that.

“Says the one giving me the drink.” He chuckled.

“Fair point.” Your smile widened, moving closer to Edward. He looked at you with questioning eyes, the smirk never once leaving his face.

“Besides, you’re not the type.” You challenged.

“Am I not?” He teased, an eyebrow raised.

“Nope,” you drawled, nearly jumping out of your skin when Edward pounced. He had you pinned beneath him, your limbs unable to move.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he muttered, his gaze raking hungrily over your body. You made no move to leave, prompting him to attack your lips with the fury of a lion. His lips were surprisingly sweet despite the situation, betraying his true feelings. Each caress of his mouth made you feel treasured, his hands keeping you against him. His lips were moving slowly, softly, his tongue exploring your mouth with honest curiosity. It was loving, and you cherished every second. It was like he was memorizing every part of your mouth, savoring in it like he’d never get it again. With a chaste kiss to your lips, he pulled away. And the damn infuriating smirk was put back on, his eyes glinting with mischief. Pirate, indeed.


You knew it was going to be another long night, hours spent worrying in the dark of your home. It was always like this when Shay went away, chasing after whatever Haytham required. It was frustrating. You growled, pulling at your locks. Shay was careful and skilled, you knew that. But you couldn’t help but worry for your friend. He was so blinded by hatred that he could lose sight of himself. 

Your body aches, wishing more than anything that he would walk through your doors, a smile on his face as he greeted you with his beautiful accent. The seconds ticked by, each one dragging into the next as your mind imagined more and more scenarios of Shay in worse situations than the last. By the time Shay actually walked through the door, you were convinced he was bloodied, broken, and dead in some darkened alley, nobody around to attest to his death. You were filled with relief as he entered, a smile playing on his lips. You wasted no time in jumping up into his arms, your head resting against his chest as you listened to his heartbeat.

“I thought you were dead,” you murmured, a chuckle causing his chest to vibrate.

“I’m not that easy to kill,” he joked, his thick accent rolling smoothly from his tongue. Pulling back from his arms, you gazed into his dark eyes.

“You’re going to kill me with worry one of these days.” You stated, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Let’s hope not.” The two of you were looking into each other’s eyes, unconsciously moving closer. Before you knew it, your breaths were intermingling, your faces only inches from one another. With slow movements, you moved your head up as he moved his down, meeting in a fiery kiss. His lips moved against yours, somehow roughly and sweetly at the same time. His mouth was like fire, you no more than a freezing woman in the dead of winter. You couldn’t get enough of him, your tongues moving in tandem as you got even closer. His mouth was moving hotly against yours, backing you up as he kept your lips locked. 

You loved every minute of it, drinking up the taste of his mouth like you were dehydrated. Much too soon, in both of your opinions, did you pull apart. You were both breathing heavily, your eyes still locked. You may have another long night, but this one was definitely for more pleasurable reasons.


The wind whipped by, your legs pushing you further along the stone rooftops despite your exhaustion. You felt free, the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders. Your laughs echoed throughout the streets of Paris, alerting those below of your presence. Only, by the time they realized what happened, you were already out of view. It was a truly beautiful day, the sun shining brightly above. You were so lost in the feeling of freedom that you failed to notice the assassin watching from above. He jumped down, landing directly in front of you with a thump.

“Arno,” you greeted, keeping your surprise in check. However, he noticed it.

“(Y/N), you seem in a pleasant mood,” he commented, his eyes drinking you in.

“I am,” you agreed, smiling widely.

“Any particular reason?” He questioned, moving ever closer to you.

“It’s just a beautiful day.” You answered, a smile blooming on his face.

“It is indeed,” he agreed, taking another step closer.

“How has your day been?” You asked, your hands smoothing down your robes in a nervous gesture.

“It’s about to get a whole lot better,” he muttered, his hand resting softly on your cheek.

“Arno?” Your eyes were shining in confusion, meeting his own confident ones. He ascended slowly, giving you time to back out if you needed to. You didn’t. His lips were hot against yours, a hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer. You welcomed the touch, moving your mouth against his. You could feel his smile on your lips, his tongue slipping into your warm mouth. He was lazily mapping out your mouth, his kiss filled with emotion. 

It was sappy, sweet, and so Arno. Your hands tightened against his back at the loving feeling encompassing you. He felt much the same, continuing his languid movements. You felt like you were melting, his ministrations doing wonders. All too soon he pulled away, smiling down at you. You just knew it was the start of something amazing.

Jacob Frye:

You were wearing darkness like a cloak, watching the streets from the tops of buildings. It was almost disgusting, the amount of people tricked into thinking this “revolution” was anything more than another scam to make the rich richer and the poor poorer. The seriousness of the situation washed over you in waves, drowning you in the feel of hopelessness. 

Darkness was all you knew anymore, the lies and corruption of the city only pushing you further into abyss. And there was your only light, perched a few feet away from you with a top hat placed elegantly on his head like a crown. You smiled, watching him from behind.

“Jacob,” you called out. His eyes softened at your form, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Love,” he greeted, the endearment striking a chord within you.

“How long until the brawl?” You asked, hoping to divert your mind from the thought of him in a much more… pleasurable scenario. Too bad Evie wasn’t there, she normally kept your head out of the gutter.

“We’ve got time,” his accent drawled, confident steps walking towards you.

“Evie?” You questioned. He jerked his head to the left, his hat moving ever so slightly at the movement.

“With the rooks,” he explained.

“Ah,” you replied for lack of something better. “And why are you up here?”

“Because it’s too bloody hot in the pub.” You chuckled, your eyes shining with mirth.

“Of course it is.” He nodded his head towards you, stopping a mere foot from your position.

“And why might you be up here, love?” You could’ve sworn he put a little too much emphasis on the word, heat crawling up your neck. You shrugged.

“Thought it was a nice night for a walk.” He laughed, watching you playfully.

“Or were you just in need of better company?” He took another step closer, the fresh scent of him teasing your senses.

“A bit of both,” you joked, not backing down from your stance. He stepped forward one more time, stopping centimeters from you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, practically hear his heart beating within the confines of his chest. It was maddening.

“I’d prefer the latter,” he drawled, crashing his lips down on yours. You didn’t protest, eagerly returning the kiss. It was fast, the world spinning with each lick, stopping with each moan. He was alive beneath your movements, his body moving against your own. Lust was clouding your judgement, your body repeating “more” like a mantra. You were in hell and his kiss was your only salvation, his tongue your only savior. If his hot lips moving against yours, his tongue invading your mouth, was hell, you didn’t ever want to leave. 

You felt the entire world beneath his touch, your heart beating in time with each stroke of his tongue. And with a cold breeze, he was standing back, panting. You weren’t in much of a better state, licking your lips hungrily. You needed more. Cheekily, you took his hat off his head and placed it on your own, winking to him. Oh, this night was about to get a whole lot more interesting.


You couldn’t help but fear for Desmond, watching as he slept. He spent so much time in the animus that you knew it couldn’t be good for him. You hated every minute of it, watching petulantly as he entered the machine. You couldn’t protect him in the animus, couldn’t talk to him. It was like he was gone most of the time, leaving you with the rest of the group. If you had to hear one more of Shaun’s sassy ass responses, you groaned quietly, rubbing a temple. That man was going to put you into an early grave. Your own stresses were all but forgotten when Desmond’s body jerked in his sleep, his eyes moving rapidly beneath his closed lids.

“Des,” you whispered, shaking his sleeping form gently. When he didn’t wake, his movements becoming more erratic, you shook harder. “Desmond.” He was up in a flash, pinning you to the ground with a hand at your throat. You glared up at him, watching emotions flicker through his honey eyes. Finally, he calmed down, backing away from you with apologies. “Are you okay?” You asked, a hand reaching for him. He flinched, causing you to drop it back in defeat.

“Fine,” he muttered, wincing at how fake his voice sounded. You rolled your eyes, pulling the man into a rough hug.

“Honest to God, Desmond, you’re a terrible liar.” He chuckled despite his wary state, returning your affections stiffly. “You’re as stiff as a board.” He didn’t respond, his muscles relaxing under your touch. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he replied. You pulled back, watching him closely. If he was uncomfortable, you really didn’t want to push him. With a nod, you accepted his answer. Sighing to yourself, you moved to get up. However, Desmond was having none of that, pulling you back into his arms. You looked up to him wide eyed, not expecting such an action from the assassin. 

His lips dropped down to yours, barely brushing against your own soft lips. It was soft and sweet and not nearly enough. He stopped you when you tried to pull him down for another kiss, shaking his head against your insistence. He laid back down, tugging your body against his so your head rested on his chin. You sighed, not entirely sure if it was out of contentment or disappointment. Although, you couldn’t be too disappointed with Desmond’s actions. You were sure he’d be much more willing in the morning. You’d only just closed your eyes when Shaun’s voice called out, “Get a room!” Honestly, you were going to kill that man.

pt 2


“Sean, please,”

Felix needed air. The pace Sean had set was much too fast for the swedish boy’s comfort, and his lungs were on fire, his throat stinging like ice every time he gulped for air.

Sean looked back as Felix stumbled through the dense foliage, wheezing and coughing hard.

“Jesus christ,” The green haired kid rolled his eyes as he stopped altogether, letting Felix catch his breath. “You act like you’ve never ran a day in your life.”

“I..” Felix gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he began seeing stars. “I haven’t.” He raised his arms into the air, his hands slightly shaking, fingertips freezing.

“Felix, what’re you doing?” The irish kid growled, tapping his foot on the rotting leaves on the ground.

Focus. Felix thought to himself, trying to calm his breathing. Come on, focus. Calm down. Focus on something. Felix searched the ground, for anything to distract himself with. Leaves. There were leaves. He realised there were all different colours, and shapes, and shades of greens and yellows and browns and reds. He counted each green leaf, murmuring to himself as he still wheezed slightly less hard.

“There’s one..” Felix muttered, trying his best to calm himself. He probably looked like an idiot to Sean, standing in the middle of the woods with his arms in the air, counting leaves to himself.. Felix couldn’t care at the moment though. This was what he was taught to do. Elevation of the diaphram, and grounding of surroundings. That was what he was taught in case of an attack. He had to do it.

“Two..five, six..eight..” The blond continued to murmur, passing on to the yellows next. His eyes searched the ground for a slightly deeper shade than the last. He had to go in order. It was just what he was taught. He shouldn’t be ashamed of it.


Felix ignored Sean’s voice, not even daring to look up at what he assumed was a distastfully judging peirced face. He needed to do this. Sean didn’t understand. He had to. It was what he was taught. He had to.

Felix,” Sean repeated, stepping slightly toward the blond as the kid’s body trembled out of control.

No. No, nononono. He should be fine by now. Felix knew. He should be ok. Why wasn’t he ok yet? Why wasn’t this working? He should be fine. He was doing everything. Everything his parents and his intimidatig doctors and his unhelpful school nurses told him to do. So why wasn’t it helping?

“Felix, look.”

The white haired boy looked up quickly, swallowing hard as he continued to struggle for breath. Sean was holding something small and white in his hand, extended towards Felix.

Felix scrunched his eyebrows as he put his hands down on his knees, trying his best not to fall over. What was Sean doing with this? Why would he have this with him? Sean didn’t seem like the type to be asthmatic..

“Wha..” He panted, gulping in air as forcefully slow as he could.

“It’s an inhaler. Use it.”

“I..I know…what it is..” Felix coughed, wincing as his lungs lit on fire at the contractions to his chest. “Wh..why do you have it..?”

Sean rolled his eyes and tapped his foot again. “I dunno, to breathe?? Just take the damn thing, ok?”

Felix grabbed the small container and took off the cap, shaking it hard. He stood up straight and hesitated as he brang the piece up to his mouth, glancing at Sean’s lips.

“Oh, fer fuck’s sake.” Sean grumbled, snatching the inhaler away from Fe’s grasp and shoving it into the swede’s mouth. He pressed down on the top and suddenly, Felix’s mouth was filled with cold, sharp air, and he gulped it down his throat. This wasn’t his air. This was a boy’s mouth piece. Specifically Sean’s. The punk of the school..force feeding air in to his lungs with his own inhaler..that he put his own mouth around. But Felix had his mouth around it.

Felix suddenly felt very light headed..

“Do you need another?” Sean asked.

Was that a tinge of worry in his voice?

Felix swallowed as he shook his head, putting his hand against Sean’s chest to push him away slightly. His face went hot. Sean cleared his throat as he stepped back, taking the inhaler out of the blond’s mouth and wiping it off with his shirt, snatching the cap from Fe’s hand.

Felix sighed deeply as he looked down and away, his throat finally seeming to work again.

“You’re fuckin’ welcome.” Sean muttered, grabbing Fe’s wrist again and dragging him along, this time at a slightly slower pace.

“Oh-yeah, um, th-thank you.”

“I’m kinda like..” The punk kid smirked, glancing back slightly. “Your savior now,”

Felix scrunched his eyebrows, stepping over brambles as best he could.

“I could’ve just let you suffocate ya know.” Sean looked back again, smug written all over his stupid pierced face. “But I didn’t. I saved you.”

“Why do you have an inhaler?” Felix quickly cleared his throat, looking at his feet as he shuffled through a colourful pool of crunchy leaves.

“I have asthma.” Sean stated, pushing a hanging vine from their path.


“No, I just have a fuckin’ thing for finding non-athletic boys, dragging them through the woods, and saving them from an asthma attack that I caused.”

“Sounds like a personal problem..” Felix muttered, catching himself from tripping over a slightly hidden log.

Sean glanced back with a light hearted smile, and snorted.“That was actually slightly funny.”

Felix blushed and huffed out slightly, returning the smile.

No. Felix thought to himself. Do not do that. That’s bad. This is bad.

This was all still bad. Still evil. Felix was in the woods with the- Lord forgive him- badass of his school, being taken..Lord knows where.. If his parents saw him right now, he’d be in so much trouble…but that thought made him feel something. Excited. Thrilled. Anxious. This was something new, and unknown, and interesting. But he was taught that new was bad. That unknown was evil. That this wasn’t natural. Then why did it feel so nice?

Felix took into consideration what his parents always told him. What every pastor told him, what every after-sunday-school wrinkled lady told him.

“The devil finds ways to temp the heart. Humans are weak, and flawed creatures, and the devil knows all those little openings to get into. To corrupt you. You have to stay strong. Keep faith through the Lord, and you shall be protected from evil.”

But Felix didn’t feel very protected. He felt very vulnerable when Sean’s eyes were on him. When his pale skin touched Fe’s. It felt like he was being pulled in two directions.. It felt like his belly was doing backflips inside him. That his heart was mocking him by beating so hard and loud. It felt good. But this wasn’t good.

Felix hesitantly stopped, pulling away from Sean’s grasp on him. The green haired kid stopped and turned with a questioned look.

“We just have a little bit further to go, do you need to stop?”

This was wrong. Sean’s smirk was wrong.

“Where are you taking me?” Felix asked nervously, looking down as he panted slightly.

“There’s this cool shack a little farther ahead..”

Felix shook his head, sticking out his chin. “I’m not going.”

“Why not?” Sean was searching his face now, Felix could tell. It made him feel so weak, so powerless as they roamed over him.

“Because this isn’t right..” Felix looked down at his once squeeky clean shoes, now littered with bits of rotting leaf and mud. “This isn’t right, I-I need to go..”

“Wait, what’d'you mean?”

Felix turned to go, feeling his heart start thumping, his hands growing irritated. “This is bad. This is very bad. This is not natural. It’s against God’s will, I can’t do this-I’m sorry-”

“Felix, wait-” Sean grabbed the blond’s arm firmly, his voice gruff. “What the hell are you goin’ on about?”

Felix shook his head, tapping at his thigh as he tapped his foot into the ground slightly. “No-no, please-Sean-you dont understand, I can’t be here-Lord forgive me-I can’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

He just wanted to go. Everything in his body was willing him to leave, to run away from this demon and find his way back into the sweet embrace of his mother and father’s arms. It was pure there, and holy, and good. But this was not good. This was very bad. What Felix was feeling was bad. He didn’t want to be here. Why was Sean keeping him here?

“Hey, hey calm down a sec’ man.” Sean stepped toward the blond slightly, pulling Fe toward him.

“I can’t. I don’t want to.” Felix felt himself panicking again, his breath hitching slightly. “I shouldn’t be doing this. This is against God’s will-I-I shouldn’t be here with you. I need to go pray. I’m scared and I just wanna go-” He pushed away from the senior nervously.

“Go? Go where?!” Sean threw his hands up, raising his voice. “You wanna go back to those bullshit churches being brain-washed shit you know is made up? An-and continue sitting in those boring ass pews, reciting bullshit words written in bullshit books by bullshit people? Or giving all your money to those stupid, white-washed fuckers who say it’ll get you into heaven? Looking up at the same disgusting, wrinkly fucking douchebag who probably touches half of the little boys in your sunday school?” Sean crossed his arms angrily, lowering his voice and sighing as he saw Felix flinch away from him..

“Get it through your fuckin’ head, Felix. Those people are morons. Gullible, idiotic, disguisting morons who want to control you. And until you learn to live a little, and realize that you’ve been living in a fucked up fantasy land your whole life, of course you’re gonna feel scared.”

“I-I’m sorry-I-” Felix began, breathing in sharply, feeling his chest tighten up. No, not again- Felix squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his shaking hands, trying not to focus on the tears forming under his lashes. Please, dont hyperventilate again. Please, please, please..

“Fuck man, I didn’t mean ta make you cry..”

And suddenly arms were around him, holding him firmly, gently stroking at his hair.

And suddenly again, Felix felt his legs go weak, hot tears streaming down his red and puffy cheeks as he let himself sob on the shoulder of this secular boy..who wasn’t half bad of a hugger.

This was all so strange. Felix was hugging a boy. He never hugged anyone..and definitely not a boy. Because hugging a boy was bad..

Felix pushed the thought away by burying his face into Sean’s neck. Right now, he just wanted to relax. Take a deep breath, and figure this all out later. For now, he just wanted to be in the moment. In Sean’s arms.


this is grossly cliche at the end, sorry :/ (also, yea, i know i said the next part was gonna be smutty but, it didn’t turn out how i planned)

They were like fire and ice; complete opposites. He had an outgoing personality lighting up conversations like flames. She was an introvert; soft spoken and comfortable staying at home avoiding small talk. They loved each other nonetheless because even if they were completely different; they had the same heart for one another. They balanced out their strengths and became their weaknesses. Their connection was a love that could never burn out.
KNB~ How do you feel about the ship “ Akashi x Kuroko “

requested by: Anonymous~

Kuroko: Me and Akashi-kun?

Kagami: The hell?!

Kuroko: You say that to everything, Kagami-kun..

Riko: … Scary…

Hyuuga: Now that sounds dangerous..

Kiyoshi: An Emperor and a shadow? His shadow?

Hyuuga: We don’t need another Izuki..

Kise: Kuroko-cchi and Akashi-cchi?! NO!! *dramatically crying*

Kasamatsu: I don’t really care..

Kuroko: That’s cruel..

Midorima: This isn’t surprising..

Takao: They are like fire and Ice!

Kise: Huh?

Aomine: *blinking* He can have Kuroko, ‘Cause I got kagami.. 

Kagami: EH?!

Momoi: * Dramatically crying* Not kuroko-kun!~

Murasakibara: Ne?~ If there is a wedding,I want the biggest slice of cake..

Himuro: I don’t think that’s a healthy relationship..

Akashi: All of your opinions don’t matter to me, Kuroko belongs with me..

Kuroko: That is false Akashi-kun. This is just a ship..

Akashi: Do not ruin my moment Tetsuya..