violet land

codarra  asked:

Have you ever found anything specific for self-sacrifice? That is my jam! I know it could fall under the protective!character tags, but not quite the same thing. Thanks for all your team does! <3

here’s what i was able to find

Echo by Saucery (1/1 | 1,535 | G)

Soon after Deaton begins training him, Stiles starts weaving talismans for the pack.

bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (1/1 | 20,588 | R)

They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud.

Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters.

(In which there’s an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)

It’s hard to know which one of us is caving by sarcasticbones (24/24 | 42,650 | NC17)

Stiles is a badass, it just takes him some bumps and bruises to figure out.

It Smells Like Coming Home by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel) (1/1 | 7,884 | NC17)

“Are you okay, Derek?”
“Derek?” He asked in reply. “Is that my name?”

Derek woke up surrounded by teenagers. They said they were his friends, his pack. But he couldn’t remember them. He couldn’t even remember his own name. And then there was the beautiful, gawky boy who smelt like lust and acted all weird around him. A boy that he wished he could remember. Because the boy smelt perfect and safe and like home. He smelt like he was Derek’s, so how could he possibly be anything but?

Strawberry Moon - (Trixya/Vatya) - (3/5) - spacespice

Just another Hollywood lesbian AU. Trixie is a struggling music artist finally discovered by a sleazy Hollywood manager; however, his Russian trophy bride (along with her small-waisted young lover) complicate and confuse Trixie’s rise to the top as a legend, icon, and star.

A/N: So, this is a shitty little update with a pinch of Vatya smut. Mostly, it’s just that one chapter that’s hard to write but is super important because it bridges the first part of the story to the second. Good news is, I actually know what I’m doing for the final parts of this fic. I’m no longer flying by the seat of my pants, you guys! That’s progress.

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A Plague

Like many other present at the event tonight, Jenny was there. In the Manor on Rosewood Isles, accompanied by House Reinhardt, a force she has sided with. A group that she works for and works with. Surely she did not come into the House with the intentions of joining their ranks but that is how things played out.

Standing atop the second floor balcony, watching over the lower floor as people socialized, drank and moved about. Her pale violet hues landed upon a man wearing a white hood over his head to hide his features. From above, she wouldn’t have been able to see his face anyway. Though something about him made her feel uneasy, like she had seen him before and that he did not belong here. In fact, while downstairs, she didn’t see him a single time. She’d blink and he was gone, as if he was never there in the first place yet, she did not seem to question why he was there, at least not verbally. Standing beside her was the Seneschal, Jago Salvaris. One of the first in the group of people she met when joining the House. He piqued her interest at first, perhaps from his rather interesting choice in armor. Mostly gold, adorned with crimson feathers that seemed to burn brightly. She had only spoken to him once before yet she had seen him on many occasions and perhaps even stared him down when he was not looking. Not many words were exchanged between the two of them as she sipped her wine and him… Whatever was in his mug. What she planned to say next was interrupted by a blood curdling scream from outside the Manor. “What’s going on down there?” She’d raise a brow, turning her gaze as several members of the house seemed to flee outside. Perhaps she had missed what happened to them as she was entranced by the hooded figure. A lot can happen in the short span of a minute. He’d drink from his mug, perhaps he was going to open his mouth to speak afterwards yet she did not give him the chance as she overheard someone saying they were poisoned. She’d then slide her glass aside, no longer wishing to drink from it if they were truly being poisoned yet… This was her second glass, if her drink was poisoned, she would have been long gone by now. “I will go see what is happening.” She’d look at him for a long moment before turning away.

Her body shimmered as she moved down the stairs, she was elegant, in every step, even while panicked or curious, she kept her cool, like a true Lady should. It was then, that a purple mist seemed to envelop her, or rather, fade from her. Her attire changed before everyone’s eyes as her battle gear was revealed and her more formal attire was ‘shredded’ away. She had never actually been wearing the fancy light pink dress, it was just another one of her illusions. She barely caught the remark coming from the Seneschal on her magic before she approached a nearby member of the House, who happened to be standing in front of the doorway. “Miss Canaveral.” Jenny would interrupt whatever trance the woman was in as she approached. “What is happening?” She’d peer outside, in the distance she saw the hooded figure once more, yet his figure was hidden in the shadows. “They’re hearin’ voices…” Cana would respond before Jenny tuned out of whatever else she said and pushed her aside rather roughly as the two made their way down the stairs.

Once finally outside, the sight of all the ruckus was revealed to her. Mayves Jones as well as Lorna Rivercroft and Lehyuan were all seeming to fight off whatever the ‘poisoning’ had done to them. Lorna was screaming about her father, begging the Lady Reinhardt as well as the Lord Marshal, Danvers Caerow to save her father, yet her father was nowhere. Miersae would try to soothe the woman but to no avail, the woman was completely scared of something that was not happening.

Mayves was on her knees, screaming, crying and mumbling incoherent things that she could not understand. She herself was hearing the voices and seeing visions that nobody else besides the other two were seeing and hearing.

Lehyaun was… Swinging his stave around, in all actuality, Jenny was not paying attention to the Pandaren to even know what he was doing. Her gaze was focused upon Mayves. She’d grit her teeth in annoyance as she flared with arcane, it would seep from her eyes upwards towards the sky as well as her hands as she moved to cast a binding spell on the woman crying on the floor and trying to skitter away from anything near her. “What is wrong with you, Miss Jones?!” Jenny would shout over all the screaming, crying and begging. Yet before her magics even reached the frightened magus, the voice that had been tormenting everyone else, had finally reached her mind. 

“You are an omen.” The voice rang in her head. It was masculine, male, definitely. Yet even from the few words it spoke, his voice was familiar, as if she had heard it once before. Perhaps from her recent trip through different timelines. “A plague that kills those dearest to you.” The voice continued to ring and bounce around in her head. She’d tense, the arcane fading instantly as her eyes widened and Mayves transformed into a Worgen and ran off into the night. Jenny was too scared to bother chasing after her, or perhaps she was too shocked. Her hands dropped to her sides as she quickly looked around, wondering who or what she had just heard, yet the world seemed slower to her, as if those words were really true, that she was a plague. “Your brother… All will suffer the same fate… Because of you.” She’d ball her hands into fists as the air grew colder around her. Rain began to fall once more, as it had been doing off and on the whole night. She’d shake, though not from the rain, nor the cold. Her shaky breath could be seen as she continued to frantically look around for whatever voice she had heard. Though no matter how hard she tried to hide her fear and sadness, it no longer mattered. She fell to her knees and stared down at her hands as they now sat in her lap, her palms facing upwards as she cried quietly. Everything the man said was true. She was a plague, she was the reason those closest to her died. Her brother, then her cousin… Perhaps even her lover, or her closest friend. The tears fell and got mixed with the rain puddles that were beginning to form on the ground.

Originally posted by dontbotherme146

A man approached her, yet she didn’t even seem to acknowledge his presence, she was in her own world now, her own bubble. Filled with doubt, rather, plagued with doubt and guilt. “Jenny.” His voice, it was familiar, he was someone she had brought to the meeting tonight, Beylar Amsted. Her closest friend, someone she cared deeply for, even if she never cared to admit it. “Stay away from me!” She’d snap, flinging a hand in the air to shove him away or stop him from even touching her. “I… I don’t want you to die…” She’d sob before she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, as if the plague that clouded her mind was no more. Yet -his- voice rang in her head again, laughter. It grew quieter and quieter as waves of holy magic washed over the area, the source? Lady Miersae Reinhardt as well as the Doctor Emillia Corwin had merged their magics together to cleanse everyone of their fears and stop the voices and visions plaguing peoples minds. “I will not die, Jenny.” He spoke as he placed a hand on her shoulderpad, it was then, that she finally looked up at him. Her fear slowly being drowned away under the comfort of the Light and a faint smile appearing on her lips as she seemed, relieved to see him… Yet what he said sat in the back of her mind, constantly taunting her.

Yes, she was a plague. She killed those around her… She always has. It started with her mother and it will never end.

@sen-asher @madame-miersae @awkwardworgen @iron-and-flesh @sirdanverscaerow (And whoever else I mentioned that I don’t have followed~! ♥)

Then; Now.

Even though I had loved you with my whole
I now feel it wasn’t enough.
With the cemented cracks, fearless thoughts
Now, I would love you so much more.

I would try and plant violets
In all your lands barren,
Try and leave behind
Melodies like honey nectar.

Would have hugged you
When you needed it
And even more, when you didn’t.
On your neck, leaving traces of my breath to stay.

I did love you through the pile of rubble.
But that was then -
And things have changed
As now, I love you so much more.

- K.

So Rare and So Precious

Series: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas
Pairing: Feyre/Rhysand
Rating: G
Characters: Feyre, Rhysand, Seren (OC)
POV: Rhysand
Words: 1583

Requested by: @itstrannguyen

Comments: I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out, but as it started to come together, I started to wish they’d get a similar happy ending lol Rhysand took over as the voice because our little bat is a loudmouth who likes to be the center of my fics, and he seemed to be a good fit. I hope you like it! ^^

Summary: A little look into a few instances in the hopeful future world of Feyre and Rhysand, and starting their own little family.


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leekatherine4  asked:

I know this is a bit of a cliche request but if you don't mind could you rec me some enemies to lovers or bully derek and nerd stiles fics? Thank you ;)

enemies to lovers tag

Broken Nose by Stereksale7 (1/1 | 3,084 | PG13)

Stiles is convinced that Jock-y Derek Hale hates him. It takes an accidental injury at the beach to turn that all upside down.

bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (1/1 | 20,588 | R)

They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud.

Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters.

(In which there’s an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)

Devil Unicorns by CrazyJ (1/1 | 27,922 | R)

“Stiles, Derek’s been gone for almost four months man, he’s not coming back,” Scott said gently, placing his hand on Stiles’ shoulder, knowing his friend needed the support. “If he was going to come back, don’t you think he would have by now?”

The room grew heavy as Scott’s question hung in the air, the truth of his words permeating everything but the thick defence Stiles put up anytime Derek was mentioned. To be honest, Scott didn’t understand it. He had liked the dude, appreciated his help more than he had considered him a friend, seen his value in the pack, but he wasn’t heartbroken that he had left. If he was being completely honest, it was easier now that he was gone, the dude was bad luck and things had been good since he and Braeden had disappeared.

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Post Season Four, let’s all pretend season five never happened and they didn’t write Derek out as poorly as they did. All the fluff.

You’re Not Who I Thought You Were by halcyon1993 (10/? | 40,509 | NC17)

Stiles is lonely. The only people who talk to him are his dad and his best friend, and even they seem eager to ditch him whenever someone better comes along. After a stupid decision made late one night, his small world opens up when he discovers things he never before thought possible, and he meets a mysterious man who could be the answer to all of his problems.

Crash Landing Prologue

So i saw a request for a plane crash fic, and since i’ve wanted to do a group fic for a long time i thought i’d take it on. Jinkx, Alaska, Sharon, Phiphi, Willam, Detox, Manila, Raja, Katya, Trixie, Courtney, Bianca, Adore, Violet, Fame, and Pearl are all featured. That means all combo’s are possible, i just gotta hear from you first to know what you want. i have them boarding the plane in my suggested “pairs” but i’d love shake ups and such. Hope you like.

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The Miraculous Ladybug Fic You Absolutely Wanted

@flyingcrowbar, having been introduced to the Miraculous Ladybug by your blog, I send to you this humble offering: a short MariChat ficlet.


So one day while out fighting a Akumatized villain, Ladybug and Chat Noir actually fight. Not a minor little spat with bickering, but a full-blown argument that very nearly costs them the battle and nearly gets bystanders injured. Both of them are angry at themselves and ashamed, but neither wants to talk to the other, so they head their separate ways as soon as the Akuma has been cleansed.

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anonymous asked:

Sherlolly prompt: Mycroft "let it slip" to Mummy Holmes that Molly is usually alone during Christmas.

I guess it’s because it’s coming up to the Christmas month, but I somehow rammed the fluff level in this up to 11.

“Glad you’ve dropped the idea of us attending Christmas,” Mycroft drawled into the phone. He tucked the phone underneath his chin and watched as the coffee machine dripped the last few dregs of a latte into a mug. His mother sighed shortly. The sound of it crackled over the phone.

“After last year, I thought it best,” his mother replied. Not too surprisingly, she still hadn’t quite forgiven either of her boys for the unfortunate ‘incident’. Mycroft scooped up the mug. He swallowed back the hot liquid and he rolled his tongue briefly over his teeth.

“Do you know your brother’s plans at all?”

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k-now  asked:

a medieval tag update, pretty please? *flutters eyelashes*

you got it bb

Conquered by StarsHideYourFires (1/1 | 31,654 | R)

Following the Battle of Hastings and King William’s ascent to the English throne, Sir Derek Hale is granted an earldom. And that earldom happens to still be home the former earl’s omega son, Stiles. Both of their lives are changed by a bargain made for the good of all, but will it be good for them?

Jus Primae Noctis by xcaellachx (1/1 | 10,489 | NC17)

Jus Primae Noctis : The Right of the First Night
This medieval ritual meant a lord or high ranking officer could take a virgin on his/her wedding night, take his/her virginity and then give them back in the morning.

Derek, the Wolf Prince, shows up at Stiles’ wedding with a plan.

I’ll make an alpha out of you by ElisAttack (2/3 | 6,873 | R)

“Did they send me omegas, when I asked for men!” Peter Hale shouts.

Stiles clenches his fists in anger. The scar tissue along his side where he burnt away his omega mark itches. Stiles may be pretending to be an alpha, but he knows deep down what he really is. Once an omega, always an omega.

Or the one where Stiles takes his father’s place in a war he doesn’t believe in.

bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (1/1 | 20,588 | R)

They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud.

Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters.

(In which there’s an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)

Day for Night by andavs (1/1 | 25,005 | G)

Stiles could honestly say he’d thought that fitting through the drain pipe would be the hard part.

When he’d formulated his escape from Beacon Hills’ inescapable dungeon, the biggest obstacle in his mind had been the drain pipe. Of course it was. He was going to squeeze his perfectly average sized body through a small hole in the floor that hopefully led to the sewers unobstructed and didn’t have any sharp turns for him to get wedged in.

To put his horrible plan in context: he was less than an hour away from being publicly executed for theft. Desperation did funny things to critical thinking.