notelcol

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[notelcol]

Soo I think it’s time I formally introduce myself 😅

It’s nice to meet you! I’m notelcol😆 This blog is a safe place for all❤️

I write on here, mostly for Genshin and the 100. Though, my requests are open for all sorts! I have a wide variety of fandoms I’m open to writing for and am more than happy to write non fandom related stories. If you wish to see anything at allll, just request and chances are I will be willing to write it up for you😌

(The only thing I 100% won’t write is smut)

I don’t only write on tumblr, I write poems and songs (just for fun) and am currently working on my first novel! Besides my writing, I enjoy to paint. Specifically landscapes and space scenes. However, my favourite hobby at the moment is sewing. I recommend to all people who wish to dress as a prince/princess but don’t have the money for those expensive gowns/suits LEARN TO SEW it’s a game changer😂

Just want to finish by saying THANK YOU ❤️❤️

Thank you for being here, interacting, requesting or even just lurking 🫶🫶

[notelcol]

Burn me down.

Part 2

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Part 1

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Mildly edited, apologies for any mistakes✨

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Sofia had been working at the tower for a few months now. She had found a good rhythm. Fixing up suits and weapons after each mission, doing gear upgrades in between, and working on private dressmaking commissions in her downtime. She hated to admit it, but she was enjoying herself. Currently, she was working on some fun new arrows for Clint. Exploding ones for large groups of enemies, and EMP ones for shutting down tech without getting too close. She was dancing and singing awfully to her ABBA playlist while working, using one of the arrows as a microphone, when a second grating voice joined the song. She turned to see Clint dancing and singing along in the doorway.

“Wow. I didn’t think anyone could butcher dancing queen as well as I…but you have definitely knocked me out of the park on this one.” Sofia wanted to bleach her eyes and cut off her ears after Clint’s performance.

“I know you loved it really.” He teased back. “Anyway, I just came to see how things are going with these fancy new arrows. They almost ready or are they just good for microphones?” He smirked. Sofia rolled her eyes and replied.

“They’re almost good to go, just adding the magnetic devices to them so you can call them back after use.” He grinned at her words.

“Awesome! We’ve got a mission in a few hours, I’ve been really hoping to take these bad boys out on a test drive.” He was practically bouncing with excitement as he stared down at the sleek black arrows.

“We can test them now if you want.” Sofia jokingly picked one up and pretended to stab him with it. He leaned back, eyes wide in shock before he started to laugh.

“You know, you aren’t how I thought you’d be.” He spoke, suddenly more serious. “Tony kinda prepared us for a grumpier version of himself. But here you are performing for my arrows and cracking jokes.” His voice got lighter toward the end.

“Yeah, well Tony doesn’t know me. Just because I’m mad at him doesn’t mean I’m mad at the world.” Sofia grumbled. Clint slapped her shoulder and sent her another one of his grins. Sensing Tony was a sore subject, he didn’t say anymore on it.

“I’ll let you finish up. I’ll come grab them before we go.” He strolled out of her workshop, humming along to Waterloo as it played in the background.

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Tony sat in his lab, tools still in hand as he glared up at Bucky. The man stood sheepishly next to him, asking him to fix his arm before the upcoming mission.

“No can do Frosty. Go to my sister, it’s her job now after all.” He bluntly rejected, turning straight back to the suit he was tuning up.

“Stark…I can’t..she…” Bucky didn’t know how to word what he was feeling, he just knew he wasn’t ready to face her yet. He took everything from her and now he was expected to ask her for help. It just seemed wrong. Tony sighed when he realised Bucky wasn’t moving.

“Look Barnes. You gotta talk to her at some point, might as well rip the band-aid off. You can’t keep running out of rooms every time she comes near them. Get Steve to go with you if you have to. I’m not fixing it anymore. I let it slide these first few months, but you need to let her do her job. If you can come to me, you can go to her. Now scram.” He scolded. Bucky trudged away, looking at his arm and considering if he could get away with going to the mission without getting it looked at. He bent his elbow a few times, wincing at the awful grinding noise. He huffed before reluctantly heading towards Steve’s room.

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Sofia was attaching the magnetic device to the last of Clint’s arrows when her door softly slid open. She looked up to see Steve with Bucky trailing uncomfortably behind him.

“Was wondering if you’d ever show up.” She addressed the dark haired soldier. He just shifted awkwardly, staying silent. Steve gave him a gentle nudge forward then stepped back. Bucky looked nervously between his friend and Sofia before finally pointing at his arm.

“It’s the elbow joint. It’s stiff and noisy. I think some gears are loose or something.” He spoke in a quiet way that Sofia didn’t expect. She took a moment to inspect him before moving her gaze to the arm in question. Her silence gave him too much time to think. He suddenly regretted coming.

“You don’t have to.” He spoke quickly. Sofia titled her head in confusion. “I mean, I get it if you don’t want to.” He looked to the floor once he caught her rolling her eyes. Steve tensed up behind him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” Bucky muttered before turning away.

“Not so fast.” Sofia grabbed his arm. “I’m happy to fix it.” She held on to his arm still, turning it and bending it in order to fully inspect the damage. She could tell it had been like this a while. “How long has it been like this?” She asked. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck before replying.

“A few weeks.” Sofia rolled her eyes again at his answer.

“You should have come to me sooner.” She scolded, tone sounding much like Tony’s back in the lab.

“I…uh..didn’t think you’d want me to.” He admitted.

“Okay. Let’s get this clear and out the way.” Sofia sighed. “Yes, you killed my dad.” Bucky and Steve both tensed at her blunt words. “But…once he was gone, I was finally given a parent who actually loved me and didn’t make my existence a secret…and i also know that if given the choice, you wouldn’t have done it. So we’re good. Okay?” She looked up at him, his gaze still fixed on the tiled floor. “Okay?” She repeated, harsher this time.

“Okay.” Bucky almost whispered. Sofia could tell he didn’t believe her and sighed in annoyance before getting to work on his arm.

It didn’t take her much work, just a few loose screws and parts that needed filing. When she was all done, she patted his arm.

“There we go. Good as new. That wasn’t so hard was it Sarge?” She grinned cheekily.

“Thanks.” Bucky almost ran out of the room. Steve went to leave but stopped, turning back to Sofia.

“Really, thanks. I keep telling him no one’s holding things against him as much as he is…but I don’t know if he ever will believe that.” The captain spoke sadly.

“Something tells me he will.” Sofia smirked and turned to her computer, leaving Steve to walk out wondering what that reaction was all about.

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Sofia hacked into Tony’s suit with the help of JARVIS, who was programmed to be equally loyal to both Starks and had agreed not to send Tony an alarm. She watched as the team headed towards the fight. It was a fairly simple one, just an interception of a bank robbery they’d caught wind of. She doubted their presence was even needed. But that made it perfect for what she had planned.

Just as the fight began, she opened a tab in her computer and pressed a few buttons. She leaned back in her chair and watched as Bucky’s arm froze up and became useless to him. He could still fight almost as well without it, just as she’d suspected. She started to feel a little guilty as he failed to block a few nasty punches, but she knew it was worth it in the long run. One by one the team realised what was going on and rallied around him. Steve stood by his metal arm and protected him from that side, while the others kept flicking their gaze to him and blocking enemies coming in his direction. Sofia sat with a wicked smile at the care they showed him. Her plan was going perfectly.

Sofia held her breath as she heard the angry footsteps coming toward her workshop. This is all worth it. She reminded herself. Her door burst open to reveal a raging Captain America. Not something she thought she’d ever see.

“What the hell Stark?!” He spat. She spun her chair to face him, ready to explain but was interrupted before she could even begin. Tony pushed his way into the room, dragging Bucky behind him.

“I can’t believe you would risk his life and the team’s safety like this Sofia.” He spoke darkly. “If you were anyone else I would fire you on the spot!” He yelled.

“So do it.” Sofia spoke calmly, unfazed by the two angry men facing her.

“No.” Tony scoffed, knowing that was her goal. “You are going to fix it. And he’s going to watch.” He pointed at Steve before storming out, likely to go hammer some metal or whatever Tony Stark does when he’s pissed. She remained expressionless as she beckoned Bucky towards her.

“Look, I’m sorry. I went a little too far.” She admitted quietly as she carefully opened up the plating on his arm.

“I deserved it.” Bucky said sadly. A grunt of annoyance escaped her.

“For gods sake!” She exclaimed, her British accent getting stronger with her frustration. Steve stepped forward, ready to intervene. “I didn’t do this for revenge. I told you we’re good and I meant it. You didn’t believe me, or anyone else who says the same. So I put it in a way you might understand. You hurt me, I hurt you. Now we’re square.” She stopped her work to look into his eyes. They were wide with surprise. Wow they’re so blue. She thought before shaking her head. “I mean it when I say we’re good. My life got a whole lot better once my dad was out of it. Yeah it fucked things up with me and Tony but he’s Tony, that was bound to go south no matter what.” She laughed a little and retuned her gaze to his arm. The tension in the room started to drop, along with the two super soldiers shoulders. (Try saying that ten times fast)

“From now I expect you to come to me straight away for tune ups and repairs. Or I’ll just hunt you down. Okay?” She looked up at him with a smile.

“Okay.” He spoke, much more surely than the previous time. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sofia couldn’t help but grin at the sight, knowing her approach had gotten to him.

“Did you notice how the whole team looked out for you there?” She slyly asked him. Confusion filled his features, so she elaborated. “They care about you. They forgave you. You should too. I think you might be the only one who hasn’t yet.” She pulled out a small black chip from his arm and started to screw the plates shut again, letting her words sink in. He didn’t say anything, but she didn’t expect he would. He was too busy thinking. She tapped his arm, like she did before.

“All done.” He nodded as reply and walked out, a little more confidence in his step this time. Once again, Steve stayed back.

“That was…unconventional.” He started stiffly. “But I think, somehow, it worked. So…thanks I guess.”

“I’m a Stark. Unconventionality runs in my veins.” Sofia smirked.

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Sofia headed into the kitchen for some much needed food. She stood in the elevator annoyed at how long it took to get to the kitchen. Seriously, why does this tower need to be so tall?! She thought. She let out a tired sigh when it stopped a few floors early to let someone else in. The doors slid open to reveal Natasha. She let go of her annoyance at the sight of her friend and sent her a smile.

“Hey.” The widow greeted. “That was smart, what you did for Barnes today. Crazy, but smart.”

“Someone had to open that guys eyes. He’s way too hard on himself.” Sofia explained.

“Why do you care though?” Nat asked, as curious and straightforward as ever. “You don’t know him. You could’ve let him be. Certainly would’ve been easier for you.” Sofia wasn’t sure how to answer. She supposed she related to him a little. There was a time when she too did some bad things that she couldn’t forgive herself for. She cast her mind back to her old lab, the last time she worked with a team. A team that was now dead. Because of her. She shuddered, then remembered Nat’s scrutinising eyes were searching her face for clues.

“I just felt for him I guess.” Her voice was quiet and unconvincing. Thankfully the elevator pinged and the doors opened, allowing her to scurry away from further questioning. Sofia didn’t need to look back to know that the Widow was watching her, intrigued by what she was so obviously hiding. The elevators doors closed once more and carried Nat away from her. A breath of relief escaped her once she was out of view. She was going to have to get better at lying. But god did she hate lying, especially to her friends.

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Thank you for reading!🌹

Part 3 should be up in the next week✨

[notelcol]

Burn me down

A lil mini series that’s been stuck in my head for a while. I miss the classic avengers tower antics sooo much post endgame.

Synopsis ~

Tony’s estranged half sister comes to work with the Avengers. There she forges one unwanted connection and one…unexpected connection.

Kind of canon divergent.

Mildly edited.

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Tony strutted into the meeting room, full of curious avengers. He had a spring in his step, which wasn’t unusual but this seemed different to his normal swagger.

“Alright.” He cleared his throat. “We’ve got a new member joining the team today.” He clapped his hands together as he addressed the room.

“What? We haven’t had any new files from SHIELD though?” Natasha eyed him suspiciously.

“Sorry Nat, it’s not another recruit for you to beat up in training.” Tony smirked. “She’s coming on to fix up our suits after missions. She’s a skilled seamstress and has extensive mechanical knowledge…” He paused. “She’s also…my sister…and I’ve been trying to convince her to join us since we started, so play nice kids. Don’t give her a reason to quit because trust me, she will be looking for one.” He stared down the team waiting for the inevitable questioning.

“Hold on, since when did you have a sister?” Steve was baffled, as usual when it was Tony speaking.

“Since she was born in 1983 from an affair.” Natasha began. “Sofia Stark. Her mother died in childbirth and Howard Stark raised her in secret for 8 years until he died.” The widow glanced at Bucky’s tense form before continuing. “Tony had custody of her for a while but she was removed from his care in 1993. They’ve been estranged ever since. She was adopted immediately after entering the system and moved to the UK a year later with her adopted mother.” She spoke as if reading an information packet.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course you knew.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“I know everything.” Natasha smirked.

“Well lemme stop you there before you go on to tell us the name of her first boyfriend or something.” Tony waved her off. He definitely did not want to know that. Steve tentatively looked at Bucky, taking in his downward gaze and clenched fists before turning his attention back to Tony.

“Is she aware of…” He trailed off, eyes flicking back to his silent and stiff best friend.

“Yep. She knows everything I know.” Tony replied nonchalantly. “At least I hope so. I left her voicemails a lot, god knows if she actually opened them.” Tony said with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter though. Sofia’s mad at the world, it won’t make a difference if she’s mad at you too Cyborg.” He lightly addressed Bucky, though it did not make the guilty man feel any better.

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“Tony.” Sofia greeted her brother blankly as they stood in the entrance to the tower. She was clearly unhappy about being face to face with her brother after all their years apart.

“I’m glad you finally came. I think you’re gunna love it here.” Tony grinned. She scowled and rolled her eyes at him.

“Don’t get sappy or I’m turning right back around.” She spoke coldly.

“Ew. God, who do you think I am? Captain America?” Tony physically recoiled at the accusation.

“I wouldn’t know. Would I?” Sofia snapped and folded her arms. “Show me where I’ll be working.”

They stood uncomfortably in the elevator. Her foot tapped impatiently as she wondered how many floors were in this damned building for it to take this long. The thrum of the elevator was all that could be heard between them. Tony kept glancing over at her, while her eyes remained trained coldly on the doors. He took in her features, She looked so different to the last time he saw her. The freckles had faded and her honey eyes had darkened to match his own. She looked more like him now. Only her hair had a tinge of red to it, just like her mother had. Sofia could feel his gaze each time it flicked to her. It only made her scowl deepen. Finally the elevator pinged and the doors began to open. She glared at them, internally cursing how slow they parted.

Once they were finally free of the elevator Tony guided her down the hall, stopping at a set of double doors near the end of the corridor. He gestured for her to open the doors. She walked in slowly, taking in the spacious room. There was a computer and desk against one of the walls. The opposite held the materials needed for suit repairs. Fabrics, metals, tools and such. The far wall was entirely consistent of windows, with a large workbench along the entire thing. Good lighting for work. Sofia thought.

“Your living space is through that door.” Tony pointed at a door she hadn’t yet noticed in the corner. “Figured you’d be like me and want your workshop as close to you as possible.” He said. He was right of course, but she would hate to admit they have something in common. So instead she said nothing, opting for a hum of quiet approval. Tony shifted awkwardly. Before handing her a card.

“Here’s your access card. It’ll let you get around the tower. Nowhere is off limits for you…I’ll uh let you get settled in.” He started to walk away, then spun around quickly as he remembered something. “The kitchen’s on floor 6. Clint, Hawkeye, is cooking tonight at 5ish. You should come down and eat with us, meet the team.” He offered.

“I’ll think about it.” Sofia was hungry after her long flight from the UK. But the last thing she wanted to do was eat with her brother. Thankfully her answer seemed enough for him and he finally exited her new workshop. She let out a sigh. Alone at last. She thought. She wandered towards the door to her room, fiddling with her key card. When she stepped in, she was pleasantly surprised by how spacious it was. There was a cozy looking sofa and a large tv in the centre of the room. Also a small kitchenette behind it all. She noticed her suitcase sat next to a door to the right, which she assumed was the bedroom. She wheeled it in and set it by the bed. Her dark eyes ran across the wardrobe and drawers. The idea of unpacking made her even hungrier. She regretting not picking up some food on her way over. Looks like I’ll have to go eat with them. She grimaced at the thought. Sofia was sure the team were fine…but Tony? Just because she agreed to come, didn’t mean she wanted to be around him. She just needed the pay. Business had been slow. She never gained the entrepreneurial skills Tony and her dad held. This job was an easy fix to her situation. But it still felt like selling her soul.

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Sofia reluctantly headed to the common area. Most of the team were already seated at the long dining table. She recognised most of them from the news and such. Natasha spotted her as soon as she walked in, sending her a small wave. Next to her sat Clint, who offered her a warm smile and gestured to an empty seat with a plate of food in front of it.

“We saved you a plate, it’s chicken noodles.” He kindly spoke before shoving a large forkful into his mouth. Sofia gave a quiet thanks as she sat and hungrily began to tuck in. She glanced at Tony, rolling her eyes when she noticed he was at the head of the table. So much ego. She thought.

“I’m Steve. Glad to meet you.” The blonde man next to her greeted.

“Sofia.” She smiled awkwardly.

“This is Nat, Clint, Wanda, Sam and of course, you know Tony.” Steve pointed as he listed them off, each of them sending her a wave or a smile. “Bruce is up in the lab still, Thor’s off world and Bucky’s…training.” He explained, pausing weirdly when he mentioned Bucky. Sofia figured he was nervous to bring him up to her, since he was responsible for her father’s death. She guessed that was also why he didn’t show for dinner. Steve continued on. “Peter joins us sometimes but he still lives with his Aunt. There’s Vision too but he doesn’t require food and keeps mostly to himself.” Sofia took in the information and nodded.

“So, was Stark always annoying growing up or did that come with age?” Sam spoke up, earning a glare from Tony.

“Sadly my brother has always been an ass.” Sofia said without sparing a glance to the man in question. The team chuckled at her words.

“I knew it! I bet he came out of the womb with a head as big as it is now.” Clint teased.

“His poor mother.” Natasha mumbled. Tony cleared his throat.

“Im right here.” He waved his arms, reminding the team of his presence.

“Shame.” Sofia muttered. The dinner table became quiet and awkward. The only sound being the scraping of forks on plates.

“So…uh…how did you get into sewing?” Wanda quietly spoke up for the first time, searching for a way to break the tension.

“My mother taught me when I was a teenager.” Sofia smiled fondly. “She passed away not long after. I liked how it made me feel like she was still here, so I kept at it and made it my life.” Her smile had turned bittersweet, but she didn’t mind talking about it. She didn’t want to forget her. She was so lost and angry when she was taken from Tony’s care. But her mother was so patient and loving. It didn’t take long for her to break through her walls. She filled her heart in a way her biological father never had. In the end, her years with her adopted mother were the best of her life. She was an amazing woman.

“I was young when I lost my mother too.” Wanda spoke comfortingly. Sofia smiled softly at her before noticing the sad stares of the team and becoming a little uncomfortable.

“Anyway!” Wanda clapped her hands together. “How are you settling in? This place is kinda huge and weird right?” She asked.

“I know right! Too much white and windows. But at least the living quarters aren’t so clinical.” Sofia critiqued. Snickers spread across the table. She didn’t really think it was so bad, it was a workspace after all. But she also knew her brother designed it, so naturally she couldn’t be too forgiving towards it.

“How’s unpacking going?” Natasha asked. Sofia grimaced.

“I haven’t even opened my suitcase yet.” She groaned.

“I can help out after dinner.” The widow shrugged.

“Yeah, me too.” Wanda offered.

“That…would be a huge help actually. Thanks.” Sofia reluctantly agreed. She never enjoyed accepting help, must be the Stark in her. But the idea of unpacking made her want to collapse on her bed for the foreseeable future, so she agreed. Just this once.

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“You should have come years ago.” Nat, as she had told you to call her, spoke with a smirk. “You have no idea how funny it is to see Tony trying to act on best behaviour.” She said while tucking a folded shirt into a drawer.

“I’ve never seen him as quiet as he was at dinner. I could feel his mind struggling like he was going to explode.” Wanda giggled.

“Good.” Sofia laughed slightly. “If I’m to be in his presence, I’m definitely not gunna make it easy for him.” She said resolutely. Nat eyed her suspiciously before finally asking the question she’d been unable to figure out through observation alone.

“Why’d you come if you hate him so much?” It came out a little blunter than she had intended.

“Jeez.” Sofia laughed awkwardly. “You don’t skirt around do you?”

“Nope” Natasha shrugged. Wanda shook her head with a smile. Both women stared at Sofia, waiting to hear her response.

“I guess I just needed the money and this was an easy opportunity.” Sofia sighed. Natasha scoffed, surprising her.

“Please.” She was completely unconvinced. “With your skills, you could work almost anywhere in the sewing or mechanics field.” Sofia stayed silent. What she told Nat was true. At least that’s what she tells herself.

“Alright.” Natasha resigned. “Then why now? Tony’s been asking you for years and you don’t seem the type to cave.”

“I’m not.” Sofia smiled. “I suppose…it got lonely. I’ve spent my whole adult life doing commission work. Working alone, late and long hours. I think a part of me just got tired over the years and just wanted to be a part of a team for once.” The two ladies smiled, sharing a look.

“We know that feeling.” Wanda said softly. The room was quiet for a moment, the three of them sitting in the feeling of connection and relation. Sofia was the first to break the silence.

“So Widow, was that interrogation sufficient enough for you?” She said teasingly.

“For now.” Nat smirked. Sofia was not looking forward to the next one. But she did have a surprisingly nice evening with the ladies. By the time she was all unpacked, she headed to her new bed with a smile on her face. As she lay staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, her mind drifted to Nat’s first question. Why did I come here? She thought. She was lonely, yes. But not for want of family. Right?

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Part 2

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Thanks for reading!🌹

[notelcol]

I used to look up to you

now I look up to me,

who I am

and what I could be.

🌔🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌖

(Not my image, credit to creator)

[notelcol]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write something for fallen skied?

Ben sees Matt call Anne mom. Ben's got mixed feelings about that because his grief for his mom is still raw but at the same time he likes Anne and wants to welcome her & the new baby into the family. Maybe Anne tells Ben he doesn't have to call her mom, just "Anne" is fine?

Totally up to you - I know this request is super specific so feel free to change stuff around or just use one or two of the ideas there. Thank you so much!

This request is so incredibly wholesome, thank you so much for sending it in! I really hope this scratches your itch🫶 (Extra special thank you for this request being for falling skies)🌌

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Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

TW: grief, family

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The Mason family had just eaten dinner. It took them a long time to come to terms with being a family of four, without a matriarch. Then all of a sudden there was Anne. While considering her part of the family came naturally to Tom, it took more time for the boys. Hal was older and occasionally wiser, he seemed to take it the easiest. Or at least he had the best front.

“Come on Ben, let’s wash up.” Hal nudged his younger brother, noticing he was no longer listening to the dinner conversation.

They walked away from the rest of the family, picking up everyone’s plates. As soon as the taps were on and he knew no one would hear, Hal spoke up.

“You could at least try and look happy for dad.”

Ben sighed.

“I am happy for him.” He tried to keep focusing on scrubbing the plates.

“Yeah, you sound it.” Hal laughed sarcastically. “Why don’t you like her?” He pushed. Ben just shook his head and continued scrubbing. Hal put down the plate he was washing and turned to look his brother in the eye.

“Dad deserves to happy. Anne’s looked after us, she’s been a good friend. Now she’s giving us another brother or sister, she’s family. You gotta find a way to deal with it.” Ben’s eyes watered, he hadn’t even realised he’d stopped scrubbing yet. “Just look how happy Matt is. He needs this.” Ben turned his back to the sink and watched Matt smiling with his Dad and Anne. He watched as Matt shyly called her Mom, probably for the first time.

Ben couldn’t think. Everything stopped. It felt like the walls were closing in on him. The plate he was absentmindedly holding on to, fell from his hands and broke his trance. Everyone turned to face him. It was like a nightmare. Matt and Anne looked guilty. Hal was clearly disappointed and his Dad…Ben couldn’t bring himself look at him. Instead he ran out of the room. Hal made a move to go after him, but Anne’s chair scraping caught his attention.

“I’ll go.” She said, before heading to Ben’s room. He was stood with his back to her facing the window, hands holding the windowsill for support. When she heard him sniffle, she wanted to go and wrap him in her arms but held back, knowing that would make the situation worse.

“I’m sorry.” He said without turning around. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” He peeked over his shoulder a little as Anne tutted and walked closer.

“You have nothing to apologise for. I understand how hard this must be for you.” She paused for a moment to find the right words. “You boys already have a wonderful Mom, and I don’t want to replace her. I love your Dad and I am so excited to have this baby with him. Not only because of my love for him, but because of how lucky this child will be to have you, Matt and Hal as their brothers.” A smile twitched on Bens face for a split second, so fast that Anne almost missed it. “You don’t ever have to call me Mom if it doesn’t feel right. But I hope you will call me family one day.” As Anne finished speaking, Ben finally turned around, his heart warmed by her words.

“Thank you Anne.” He pulled her into a hug. Their first ever. He felt awkward at first but when she wrapped his arms around him everything faded away. “You are family.” He admitted to her..and himself.

“Do you think everyone’s mad?” Ben asked. A reassuring smile fell upon Anne’s face.

“Only that you didn’t finish the dishes.” She teased before beckoning him back to the kitchen. As they walked back in, Matt looked up at him eyes wide as their Dad rubbed his arm comfortingly.

“Sorry if I upset you.” Matt chewed his nails nervously.

“Nah.” Ben smiled down at his little brother. “I’m sorry. I’m okay if you want to call Anne Mom, it just surprised me that’s all.” Matts eyes lit up.

“Are you sure?” The younger boy asked, receiving a nod in return. A huge smile broke out on Matt’s face as he flung himself into his brother.

Hal was right. It was cute to see Matt so happy. Maybe one day Ben would be able to call her Mom too.

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Thank you for reading! 🌹

First post back in months feelin’ awkssss 😬…sorry for my absence…😬

[notelcol]

are you taking falling skies writing requests?

Thanks for popping up! I absolutely can do! It’s criminal how little falling skies writing there is out there✨

[spritzeal]

flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me

like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry” 

i thought you could combine flowers

like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and  a large tomato”

[thursdayplaid]

I really hope no one’s answered this for you yet, I saw this and got so excited that my obscure knowledge base might come into use.  I had to stretch a few flowers so to speak but Victorian flower language allows for alteration in meaning depending on colour, fruit, flower, bud, steam, leaves and thorns, so I didn’t feel I was too far out of line.  This message would work best as two bouquets bound together.  First red Nasturtium with no leaves (red denotes a leader, the nasturtium a patriot) mixed with white or red Mask Flowers (rebellion, red if you want to emphasize fighting, white martyrdom) around Cypress (death).  Then Chick weed (rendezvous) and Blue Convolvulus (night) surrounded by eight White Popular Leaves (symbolises the time: eight), Yellow Iris (flame, and a flower that grows by rivers) and Yellow Prarie Dock Flowers (this was closest I could find to docks)and one large Tomato Leaf, all bound in Dogwood Bark.  Dogwood represents deceit, but as far as I could find the bark wasn’t used symbolically, and as you referred to the dog instead of a dog, I thought it was likely the pun should be a dead giveaway.  

So there’s your rebel message!

[lorimlee]

This is amazing.

[dulcian]

#thank you flower arranging side of tumblr

[to-reach-the-farthest-star-deac]

oh my gods. this is like some Lemony Snicket shit. make this a fucking VFD code. victorian floral dialogue. it totally works

[drageskyggen]

WHAT did the woman say to get people to run away.

WHY was the theme song not played.

WHY does the actress for the woman not exist.

WHERE did The Doctor go. (Barbieland /j)

Also when they have the zoom out of Ruby sitting outside the door through what I assume is supposed to be a skylight (?) Does anyone else think that it looked like a TV screen..??

[notelcol]

Hellooo, request might come off as weird, but I've been thinking about it. For a few days

Could you write a small fix about collei going on an adventure with the 10 doctor while trying to escape dottore?

Okay so this was an awesome request, thank you so much! Never noticed the similarities between El Dottore and The Doctor until now…..I will apologise since they weren’t exactly escaping Dottore in this. *I got a little carried away in the rest of it tbh* I hope it still hits the spot for you though ✨✨

WONDER 🍃

Doctor Who x Genshin Impact crossover

Featuring the 10th Doctor and Collei

TW : MUCH cannon divergence, mentions of injury, captivity, mentioned medical abuse

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The TARDIS warped disjointedly as it spun through spacetime. It’s usual musical sound was a comfort to the Doctor, but this one was new. All these centuries and he had never heard it cry in such a manner. It terrified him. He was frantically pulling levers and smashing buttons, anything to escape the pull of this monstrous vortex. His efforts were all in vain. For once, his knowledge and experience wasn’t going to get him out of this one. All he could do was watch on his scanner as the TARDIS entered the eye of the vortex and all the systems shut down.

——-

Collei stared at the damp ceiling, trying to ignore the shivers racking her body. The chains around her wrists were irritating the wounds from the doctors scraping the eleazar scales from her skin. She didn’t understand why they had to run those awful tests every day, but she was thankful there had at least been no experiments performed on her in a while. A whirring sound followed by a thud from the basement below suddenly caught her attention. Perhaps she had given thanks too soon and this was another experiment in the making. Footsteps became clearer, entering the corridor outside her room. She sat up, wincing as the chains weight shifted.

The Doctor landed with a thud, the TARDIS systems slowly returning to life one by one. The second his screen came back on, he pulled it down closer to his face and studied his location. This vortex could have sent him anywhere, from before time itself right until the end of everything.

“That can’t be right..” He muttered to himself. “That’s not possible.” He spun on his heels and ran towards the TARDIS doors. He popped his head out first, making sure it was safe. Then slowly he stepped out, taking in the wet brick walls, corroding the seemingly random pieces of machinery they held. He lifted his screwdriver, scanning to confirm his theory. Gasping, he dropped his arm. His face, for the first time in hundreds of years, held a look of pure wonder. One all his companions had worn upon viewing their first new planet. While he had been to parallel universes, he had never found an entirely new one with different planets and star systems.

“I’m in another universe!” His hands pulled at his face while he grinned like a child. Laughing, he made a break for the stairs. Once in what seemed to be a main corridor, he burst into the first door he saw. There wouldn’t be long until the vortex started to close and he was all too aware of that and even more unwilling to waste a single second in his Teyvat adventure.

Collei jerked back in her bed, as her door flew open. Her wide eyes shook as she took in the odd appearance of the man in front of her. Spiky black hair and a blue striped suit….certainly not a fatui. So what could he be doing in her room?

“Hello! I’m the Doctor.” His smile faded as his eyes fell on the chains around the frail girls wrists.

“The Doctor?! You’ll get yourself killed running around saying that!” Collei warned the obviously unwell man. She held her breath as he stepped closer to her, his brows furrowed. He kept coming until he knelt at the side of her bed.

“What’s your name?” He asked, staring thoughtfully into the scared child’s green eyes. She hadn’t been granted the respect of eye contact in such a long time.

“My name is Collei.” His smile returned as she spoke.

“Well, that’s a lovely name.” Despite his exaggerated manner, she couldn’t bring herself to doubt his honesty.

“Right! How about I get you out of here and you can tell me what’s so wrong with my name?” He didn’t wait for Collei’s reply before he pointed his sonic screwdriver at the chain locks. Her green hair fell into her face as she tilted her head in curiosity at the buzzing sound emanating from the glowing stick. The Doctor chuckled at the young girls shock when the chains from her body.

“Are you ready for an adventure?” He held his hand out, already knowing the answer by the spark in her eye.

——-

The new duo sat in the TARDIS as the Doctor looked around on the map for possible starting points.

“Mondstadt.” Collei near whispered, facing the grated floor. “I’ve always wanted to go to Mondstadt.” She spoke a little stronger and the Doctor flashed her a cheeky grin.

“Mondstadt it is!” He dramatically pulled down a lever and watched as Collei stared at the flashing lights and moving machinery of the engine, releasing her first true smile in years.

“I can’t believe you aren’t surprised that it’s bigger on the inside.” He kind of missed the running joke.

“We have lots of domains that are bigger on the inside in Teyvat!” Collei explained. “Though none that move quite as far as this one.”

They landed in a large grassy area. Both instantly enamoured by the dandelion seeds in the wind and sweeping hills, they made their way toward the city on foot.

“So, what exactly is the problem with my name?” The Doctor asked.

“The Doctor or Dottore is a bad man. He works for a big scary company who do harm everywhere they go!” Collei fearfully shouted before taking a breath. “He is an unstoppable genius, who does experiments on people and even himself. He did one that created different clones of himself at different phases in life. It multiplied his own brain power and now he runs experiments all over Teyvat at the same time!” Now with the full picture, The Doctor could finally understand.

“This man….. I think is the me in this universe.” He pondered.

“This universe??” Collei was getting confused now.

“Oh yes, of course! I’m an alien from another universe also called the Doctor; who also, sort of, has multiple versions of himself.” He didn’t expect the young girl walking at his side to believe him, but she seemed not to question him.

“Are you a genius like him?” She wondered. The Doctor made an awkward sound.

“Ah well, I suppose some people might say that…sometimes.” He babbled. “But I am nothing like him.”

Finally, they had arrived in the city. Collei ignored the Doctor mumbling something about ‘Germenie?’ and took a million mental images of the street in front of her. Peach cobblestones, surrounded by bustling buildings with bold bunting strings bringing bright colours to her eyes, all crested by a giant statue of the anemo god of freedom. The tiredness that dragged her down was worth it for the sights she had dreamed of for as long as she could remember.

“Are you alright there Collei?” The Doctor was concerned with her paling face, but trusted her when she said she was fine. They continued on, making their way up the stairs towards the big statue when the sonic screwdriver beeped.

“The vortex has started to fluctuate.” He solemnly stated. “I’ll have to go back to the TARDIS after we see the statue, or I won’t make it back to my universe.” Collei focused her eyes to the top of the stairs, not wanting him to see her sadness. She understood, but there was still a pang in her heart.

“Look! We’re here.” She changed the subject, grateful for the stairs ending. The statue seemed even more vast when stood at its feet and Collei couldn’t help but giggle at the little children weaving in and out of the archways surrounding the area. As she moved her head to follow their path, she noticed everything had begun to move too. Faster and faster, her vision spun until it went white and she fell to the ground.

——-

Awaking in a small bed once more Collei shot upright, hands going straight to her wrists. Her relief that her adventure wasn’t a dream didn’t last long as she realised that she had probably been unconscious too long for the Doctor to have waited. They hadn’t even gotten to see Springvale or Stormterror’s Lair, never mind the rest of Teyvat. She shook her head to put her selfish worries aside and tried to be happy that her friend made it home. Deciding to look for any sign as to where she could be instead. Not a moment later, the door opened to reveal a young girl with two cute ponytails, who seemed to be a deaconess.

“Oh good! You’re awake!” She gently smiled before her face dropped into a panic. “Wait there! Don’t move!” The church deaconess called over her shoulder as she ran away, leaving Collei bewildered.

Within moments the door opened once more.

“DOCTOR!” Collei jumped out of the bed and threw her arms around him. “I thought you had left.” She admitted.

“We definitely cut it close.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I have to go now.” He pulled away and sat her back on the bed. “Deaconess Barbara has helped me organise some care for you. A man named Tighnari will be coming to collect you soon, and don’t worry I checked him out myself. He’s a good honest man with medical expertise.” Collei relaxed at the idea a little after hearing the Doctor had been to see Tighnari.

“Cant I come with you?” She was afraid to be alone again.

“No. You would never be able to come back to your universe. I can’t have you be the last of your people too.” A dark look washed over him, showing the raw truth behind his words.

“I’m going to miss you.” She looked down at her feet dangling from the bed.

“Chin up Collei. You are going to be brilliant. Your adventure is just beginning.” He was satisfied leaving when the young girl in front of him lifted her head and gave him a strong, tearful nod. A ghost of a smile remained on her face as she watched him leave. But instead of being sad, she did what she thought the Doctor would tell her to do. She wondered what kinds of adventures would follow after Tighnari came to collect her.

——-

Thank you for reading ❤️

[beggars-opera]

Holy crap, this thing is TERRIFYING and I hope that was intentional

[cultivating-wildflowers]

[cloudchomps]

grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

[bisexualshakespeare]

"i didn't like it" and "I think it wasn't well written" are different. i can personally dislike things that are not bad and i am being so brave about it

[mirrorbird]

i can also enjoy things that are not good, which is very brave and sexy of me

[notelcol]

Genshin Character Summaries😵‍💫

How I would describe some Genshin characters to someone who hasn’t played ✨

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Wanderer - He’s like that black alley cat that answers to any name if it means attention, but will bite your finger off and tear open your bins.

Beidou - Flirty pirate with a mild alcohol problem.

Bennett - He’s like a cute little puppy. Bounces around in excitement when you give him attention then proceeds to run into a wall.

Zhongli - Looks hot but then he talks and it’s a grandpa with a dash of history teacher….yet for some reason you don’t mind it🤣

Ayaka - She has wet socks.

Diona - She is the cat who pushes over your drink while maintaining direct eye contact with you.

——-

Thank you for reading this chaos🫶

[notelcol]

Smoke and Rain 🌧️

Helping Ayato relax with a day in the wild. Inspired by his weather voiceline🌦️

TW- OOC Ayato? He’s a little bit posh prince-ish😬

——-

You barely felt the chill in the air as you wandered, hand in hand, through the forest with Ayato.

“Let’s go back, the conditions are worsening.” He grimaced at the darkening sky. “We can have my people bring us soup in my office. We could eat by the fire.” He finished, already missing his home comforts. You chuckled fondly at his distaste for the wilderness.

“Don’t be silly, it’s just a bit of wind! We can make our own fire here.” You crouched down to gather some loose branches, smiling when you saw him do the same.

You sat by the fire until the sun had almost set. You talked about his recent issues in work and your own stresses about the business you run. Your head rested on his shoulder as you watched the last ray of sun disappear in a golden flash, as if the universe was taking a picture of you. A cold pinprick on your cheek broke your dreamlike state. As you lifted your head to look above, the heavens opened and released a downpour.

“Let's take shelter for the time being. Don't worry, one of my people will be here with umbrellas momentarily.” He immediately jumped up, frantically looking around for somewhere to hide from the rain.

“I have a better idea.” You grabbed his hand to stop him moving around. “Let’s dance.” You smirked as you twirled yourself under his arm. He looked at you dumbfounded.

“Dance? In the rain?” He raised his brows and pursed his lips.

“You’re already soaked through, you might aswell!” Your grin, reminding him of childhood joy as you swayed in the rain, warmed up his heart. His serious expression began to soften as he started to sway in time with you.

“Why not?” He laughed, finally relaxing into you. He moved his hands to your waist and begun leading you in a traditional Inazuman slow dance. You danced by the fire until the last ember fizzled away into the night and the smoke took your place, twirling in the trees.

——-

Thank you for reading 🌹

[notelcol]

In The Haze 🌪️

A classic Bellamy Blake x Kane!reader acid fog story….with a head cannon included as a twist ✨

TW- cannon divergence, mentions of assault/manipulation, gore?

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The silence of the hunting group made the trees seem louder, each gust of wind causing heads to whip around. Your feet no longer crunched on the forest floor like they had when you first arrived to the ground mere weeks ago. You looked to your ‘leader’, seriously doubting his decision to leave the safety of camp with all the current looming threats from the grounders. When you saw his determined expression, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was the only one of the group who didn’t look afraid, and that made him a fool.

“Over there!” Sterling whisper-shouted, pointing to a deer in the distance. Bellamy nodded and as usual, took the lead and aimed his knife. You decided to take in the scenery instead of watching another of his power plays. That was when you saw it. A murder of at least one hundred crows, frantically fleeing across the sky. You didn’t want to know what they were so afraid of. Unfortunately, on the ground it’s not possible to close your eyes to the dangers.

“ACID FOGGG!!!” Munroe yelled. Your eyes widened as you watched the group run off in different directions. You didn’t know which way the nearest shelter was and found yourself spinning in circles. The fog moved closer, faster than you could think. Until a hand grabbed yours.

“Come on!” Bellamy’s gruff voice ushered you away from green cloud. The two of you ran, hand in hand, faster than you ever had before. The forest became a muddy green blur around you.

“There’s a cave by those rocks up there.” He called over his shoulder. You focused your eyes on the shining wet rocks, trying not to think of the encroaching fog. You felt a tug on your neck as you brushed past a tree, on instinct you looked back.

When you saw what had happened, you dropped your hand from Bellamy’s and started to run back. You would rather die in the fog than lose this necklace.

You ignored Bellamy’s calls and moved faster towards the fog, heart almost stopping when you saw it about to make contact your most precious possession. You desperately lunged your hand forward, praying that you’d reach it before the fog did. You could almost feel the chain when you were harshly pulled away. Your hope shattered as you watched the fog engulf your necklace. You still fought Bellamy’s grip for a moment, unable to accept it. You fought until the burning agony of reality seared itself into the arm still stretched out in lost hope.

Finally, you gave in and allowed Bellamy to drag you out of the fog that had begun to swallow you whole.

“What the hell was that?!” He spat as he pushed you into the cave. “You nearly got us both killed over a necklace!” He rubbed his temped as he spoke. “It’s metal! The fog isn’t gunna damage it.” He began to lecture.

“It’s not just a necklace!” You growled, jaw clenching in the pain of your burnt arm. “There was a lock of my mothers hair in there. The fog just turned the last piece of her to dust.” Your voice cracked. For the first time, you noticed Bellamy Blake looking at you as something other than one of the privileged. Running a hand through his curled hair, he sighed.

“I have water in my bag. Let me help you.” Gesturing to your now weeping arm.

Sweat rolled down your back as he peeled off the remnants of your sleeve. You watched his brows furrow in concern at every shudder and wince.

“Why are you helping me?” You asked weakly. “I thought you’d say I deserve this, since my dad floated your mom and all.” You stared at the dripping cave roof.

“I think I’m learning to accept that you can’t judge someone by the sins of their father.” He spoke sadly. You flicked your gaze back to him, watching him curiously. He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes.

“I found out something recently.” His breath hitched and his hands faltered as they worked on your arm. “Commander Shumway is my father.” He released a breath, one that felt as though it was the first since he found out. “She met him just after he became a cadet. He caught her stealing medicine for her father. Told her he would let her off, if she did him a ‘favour’. Nine months later, there I was. But he didn’t care. Instead he held everything against her and once Octavia was born…well he had the ultimate leverage then didn’t he? Then all these years later he tells me the truth, but for his own ends!” You barely felt him tip the water on your arm, as you were listening intently to his tale. “He tells me that he got Octavia into the dropship. He told me if I killed the chancellor, he could use the chaos to get me on the ship with her. I fell for it like a fool.” He wrapped your arm in some torn cloth as he continued. “As soon as I was on the ship, he ratted me out.” Bitterness etched upon his face. “So yeah, I can understand not wanting to make the same mistakes as your shitty father.” His mask returned in an instant with his signature smirk, as he dropped your now cleaned and wrapped arm.

“Thanks.” You gestured to your arm. “For the record, you might be an egotistical dick sometimes, but you’re good. You aren’t like him.” You sent Bellamy a small smile, which he returned while bringing his eyes to meet yours once more.

“You too Kane.” He spoke softly before leaning back against the cave wall and closing his eyes.

“We should rest until the fog clears. We still have to hunt.” His voice had retreated to its usual tone. As you leaned your head against the rocky cave wall you realised that somewhere in the haze, you and Bellamy Blake had seen each other for the first time. Even if just for a second.

——-

Thank you for reading 🫶

[notelcol]

A rivals desire 🌹

Non gender specific rival/lover✨

A little story inspired by the Wanderers ‘about us: rivals’ voiceline. In this story, reader is studying in Vahamuna with the Wanderer and is his only true academic rival. You and he are the only ones able to really challenge each others work. It will, of course, be set in Sumeru post it’s archon quest.

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

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“So, you're still stewing over our run-ins from before? Huh. Well, what are you going to do about it? Take your time. I'm in no hurry.” The Wanderer scowled at you, referring to the time you helped thwart his plans to become a god.

“For the last time. No!” Your voice became faster and louder as you continued. “Unlike you, I can let things go!” You glared at him.

“If you aren’t out for revenge, then why would you rebuke my paper?!” He leaned closer as he waved your latest paper around. “Why else would you make a point of disputing every paper I submit?” His voice became quiet, full of venom with a touch of vulnerability.

“I rebuked your paper because it was short sighted. Same as all the others.” You told him. “Your takes on history and society are factually correct and full of potential, yes. But, you always fail to see the true story.” You say, slightly distracted by how close you stood to him. “You miss out the heart of everything by only focusing on the tangible parts. True insight comes from mixing the facts with the feelings that follow in their wake.” You explained, eyes flicking to the ground as you finished talking and realised how long you’d been maintaining eye contact.

When he didn’t reply, you returned his gaze again. He seemed to be lost in his mind, you could almost see the churning of waves behind his blue eyes.

“So you’re telling me, that to reach academic greatness I must tap into my emotions to find the heart of things?” He asked incredulously before scoffing. “You realise I don’t have a heart right?” He folded his arms and raised a brow as he spoke. His words made you chuckle.

“The heart just pumps blood around a body. The brain is where all thoughts and feelings lie….surely you have one of those don’t you?” You smirked.

“Yes. Very funny.” He deadpanned. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, if we’re done here?” You gestured to the path you were on your way down before he interrupted your journey.

“Wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you began to turn away. “If you think you know so much, then show me. Show me how to achieve ‘true insight’.”

You deliberated his request for no where near long enough, given the task it would be to get this man to view society in a sympathetic way.

“Fine. Lesson one. Tell me one emotion you are familiar with feeling.” You looked expectantly, assuming he would give you an immediate answer. After mulling it over he opened his mouth..and then closed it again, before finally speaking.

“Desire.”

“Good! That’s good, you can tap into that. Think of something you want and go after it. Study that feeling. Then when you succeed, focus on how you feel when you get whatever it is you want and it will lead you to another emotion to study.“

“This is ridiculous. Talking about feelings to better writing, how warped.” He grumbled.

“You sound like Azar.” You shook your head at him, remembering the former grand sage.

“Don’t compare me to that old fool!” Offence tainted the Wanderer’s words. “I am nothing like that failure. I am better.” His breath fanned your face as he argued with you.

“Then stop acting like him and prove it! I wouldn’t ‘make a point’ of challenging you all the time if I didn’t believe you could be brilliant.” You exclaimed. His eyes darted around your face as he seemed to freeze. You watched him wade through his mind, slowly you could see his soul becoming clearer in the distance. You had lost yourself in his eyes and possibly would have stayed that way for eternity if he hadn’t grabbed your cheeks, shocking you back to reality. He almost looked as confused as you, before pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened as the space between you closed, but when his fingers started stroking your cheek as he kissed you, you couldn’t help but melt. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and you let yourself fall into the kiss. You swore you could feel him smile right before he pulled away.

“Peace.” He spoke as he rested his forehead on yours. “The fruition of my desire leads to peace.”

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Thank you for reading 🌹

[notelcol]

Sooo I haven’t posted for the last two weeks 👉👈

Since I missed four posts, I will be posting for four days consecutively as an offering to the Hellsite😬

Please accept my apologies, demons of tumblr…

Feel free to send in requests and challenge me as punishment😁

🫶🌹