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[cepheusgalaxy]

"Freedom made you impulsive",

[adoriels-tears-if]

Hi! It's me, the letters anon again. Following my last ask, what if MC also had letters written to Tobias (because they've come to consider him like another father) and after burning the ones for Ashlyen they felt terrible and decided to give Tobias his letters?

(MC feels everything crumbling around them but they know Tobias has been there for them since they were little. They feel like he's one of the only people they know who's never lied to them, who's never pretended he didn't know them, who's never been ashamed of them.)

Hi Letters Anon ! How are you, dear?

Making your way to the living room, you find Tobias standing in front of the fireplace and slumping into one of the armchairs. Drained of your energy from crying too much.

Tobias' features reflect the concern he has for you. He takes a careful step forward.

"Feeling a little better, Little Star?"

You look up at him, your eyes still clouded with the remnants of tears.

"Here." You hand him another small package of letters.

"What's this?"

You feel your cheeks heat up as your uncle tilts his head to the side.

"These are your letters. The ones I wrote for you."

Tobias' eyes widen. "You wrote me letters?"

"Yes. Frankly, I don't know why you're surprised."

You stand up. "You've always been there for me, you've always done so much more than him. So I thought maybe you would accept my letters."

Tobias' eyes go from the letters to your face before he places the package on his heart.

"Thank you," he says in a voice choked with emotion. "I'll read every one of them."

"Or I can give you a summary," you offer just as emotionally.

"Oh yeah?"

You nod. "Yes in my letters, I simply say. I love you Tobias." You inhale. "I love you dad."

Tobias' face changes, his lip tremble. "And I love you my Little Star."

[ironladnerdom]

Hero & Mentor: Love can make you grieve unhealthily

“You shouldn’t have done this.”

”You taught me.”

Mentor shook their head slowly. “No. I taught you how to reign Ataraxia, how to manipulate your natural rhythm and harness energy. I did not teach you to do this.” They gestured out the window. Below the snowy mountain bunker, a fortress lay flaming with smoke and destruction. “This… this is what a villain would do. Villain’s Name had too much influence on you over the last few months. You became too similar. Too close.”

Hero’s bottom lip trembled. “Fuck you.” The sound of their name was like a punch to the gut.

“I know it’s been hard for you. I’ve given you time. The League has given you time. But grief can only be so much of an excuse.“ Mentor paused. “Do you see, down there? The suffering you’ve caused those people?”

Hero clenched and unclenched their fists. Tears burned in their eyes as they watched thick, ebony smoke disappear with the Northern wind.

“Grief is no excuse for that.“

You don’t know the whole story. “Those people killed Villain.”

”No,” Mentor said strongly. “Villain killed themselves. They danced too close to the sun, and it cost them their life.“

”They didn’t know Supervillain was part of the Darker League. They couldn’t have known Supervillain would use them as bait. Use me.”

”You blame yourself.”

”Of course I do!” Hero yelled abruptly. It caused a shocking silence for a few seconds “Every day when I give myself the chance I think of what went wrong, of how I fucked up because it was me! I was the one who got too close to Villain and now they’re dead!” Their breath caught on the last word. Because of me, that was the truth. Their throat constricted, making it difficult to swallow.

“I’m not here to argue with you over who’s fault it was that Villain passed away.”

”Say it like it is,” whispered Hero. “They’re dead.”

”I’ll say it how I see it, and I see it as a broken-hearted kid who can’t tell the difference between justice and revenge.”

For a moment, the cold room became quiet. Hero stared at the metal floor as the burning in their eyes became tears rolling down their cheeks.

”So what if it’s revenge.”

”What?” Mentor took a step forward.

“So what if it’s revenge,” Hero repeated, bolder. “This satisfied feeling I feel right now? Knowing Supervillain’s corpse is burning in the bright red snow, becoming nothing more than ash? —“ Their mouth twisted into a sadistic grin. “Oh, it makes me feel so good. I wish I could watch as they burn. I wish the whole world could watch. “

“They are. Look around you, Hero. The world is watching, your point has been made. Your fixation on taking out all associates of Supervillain is unhealthy, it’s not justice.”

”So? Do you think I give a shit about yours or the Leagues superhero ‘morals’ or whatever bullshit you tell yourselves to feel better? This is sweet revenge, and justice is my workbench. I’ll keep swinging the hammer down until I’m satisfied.”

”This is what I’m talking about, Hero,” Mentor pressed. Their expression showed disappointment, but their eyes conveyed concern. “This revenge thing, it’s relentless. Please, stop causing all this misery and come home.”

”To where?” Hero scoffed with a dry smile. Their tears were gone. “To your sagging shack in the middle of nowhere, so you can what?— teach me more of your ‘sacred’ fighting skills? I’m not some stuck up little kid with too much to say, anymore. I’ve grown up, Mentor, and this is who I am.” On a moment of impulse, they jabbed their finger to Mentor’s chest, practically spitting the words in their face; “And you’re no thanks to that, because I raised myself, and I’ll keep living by myself. My home left this Earth four months ago, you’re no longer any matter to me.”

Anger flickered across Mentors features. Hero wondered briefly if they would strike them, maybe break the finger that was jabbing into their chest. It was for this reason they flinched when Mentor put a hand over theirs. Looking down at their hand, then back to Mentor — Hero saw the pain they’d just inflicted. It showed in the shimmer of Mentor’s eyes, the squeeze to their hand deep with candidness.

For a minute, all they did was stare at each other. Realization sunk into the hero that they may have just injured their mentor far beyond repair. Layers of anger peeled away, leaving emptiness. Regret.

They returned the squeeze to Mentor’s hands. “Love can make you grieve unhealthily.”

Empty.

”I’ll give the League your formal resignation.”

Completely empty.

[nieladasdenani]

Thank you, @tv-taught-me-how-to-flail for the prompt:

I could go for some warrior nun angst if you’re up for it (preferably one with a happy ending though) something like it’s the finale battle and Ava tricks the nuns and locks them in a cell cuz she doesn’t want any members of her new found family to get die in the battle, and she says her last goodbyes 😢 Would love of there was some avatrice thrown in there too 😉 

So, I’m going to try. I’m not sure if I can write angst, though. I’m also not sure Ava would deliberately plan to lock them and leave them to self-sacrifice. It would be an impulse by fear on the moment. I hope it meets your expectations. You can read it on AO3 if you rather.

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This is wrong. Nothing is going as Ava thought it would be going. She has been training so hard since the Vatican, she shouldn’t be feeling so defeated already, she shouldn’t be defeated, period. Of course, she wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but this feels like losing. This feels like failing. Like she failed. All she can think about is that she failed and her family is going to die because of it.

She can see Mary, badass Mary, running out of ammo. Sweet Camila panting, scared. Scary Lilith roaring and lashing out. Perfect Beatrice dividing her attention between her own fights and covering Ava’s back. Because she’s frozen in place, Ava is. She promised she was going to be the last Warrior Nun, and she’s going to keep this promise. She’s keeping this promise without letting any of her sisters died. So, she straightens up, looks around. They’ve been cornered inside a sort of closed plaza, surrounded by four walls and the only entrance has been blocked with debris. Adriel is on the other side, Ava sent him flying with a potent burst of the Halo when she saw he had Lilith by the neck.

He told Ava all about how he was going to kill her sisters one by one in front of her. “Starting with the hellhound”, he had said. He’s been whispering about it in her dreams, too. For weeks. Weeks of her waking with screams and panic attacks. Weeks of them talking about those dreams and planing accordingly. And yet, it’s all wrong. But she’s going to fix this. She will not let him kill them. She’s on borrowed time, anyway.

The horde of possessed is almost completely contained, now. But Ava thinks it’s enough to have her sisters occupied while she goes and finishes this. She levitates and uses enough of the Halo to slow the advance of the enemies. She knows she can’t stop them for long, just a moment to tell her final goodbye. They’re all looking at her now, confused, a mixture of frowns that range from bewildered to outraged.

“Ava?” It’s Beatrice, of course. “What’s going on?”

“I... I love you guys. I never thought, even in my wildest dreams, that I would live such an adventure or have a family. And you gave me this.”

“What the fuck are you talking about” Mary’s never been good at feeling out of the loop.

“I promised I was going to be the last Warrior Nun. And I’m going to finish this.”

“Ava, no”

"I’m not gonna let him kill you!”

“Why are you like this? Get your skinny ass down here, so we can contain the possessed and go send your daddy back to hell” Ava scrunches her face at Mary.

“Ew! He’s not my daddy!”

“Are you sure? Because you’re kind of making want to kill you right now”

“Would you both stop? Ava, please. You are not going to go by yourself. That was not the plan.” Beatrice is starting to look pissed.

“That's actually the exact opposite of the plan” Camila says, huffing a little.

“The most important part of the plan is where neither of you die!”

“The most important part of the plan is: trust your team”, ok now she’s officially angry then. But Ava softens.

“I trust my team. But I love my family more.”

“You said you promised to be the last. That doesn’t have to mean you die.”

“Hey, maybe I can beat him by myself.”

“You can, but there’s no need to risk it when you can have back-up. You do not need to do this alone, Ava.”

“He promised he would make me watch him kill you. I won’t allow it, Beatrice!”

“And I promised you that you’d never be alone again!”

Ava can feel her hold on the possessed weakening. So she has to end this. She can feel tears starting to run down her cheeks. She looks at them, one by one.

“I love you.” And she phases through the wall leaving behind a symphony of yells and curses. She takes a moment to compose herself, before going in search for Adriel. 

She finds him lying in the ground. If she took a moment she’d see he looks like he can’t even stand up. But she’s blinded by fear. And he can sense this.

“Well, did you finally decide to be a worthy Warrior, then, child?”

“Shut up. I decided I’m going to send you back to hell!” And he has the audacity of laughing.

“Please. We both know how this is going to end. I’m going to rip my Halo from your back, and I’m going to claim my rightful place as master of the world, while you lie there dying slowly and alone.”

“Big talk for a dude who’s not even standing.”

“I could kill you without the use of my limbs!”

“Like the Black Knight?” And he looks so confused, it would be funny. “Monty Python? Oh, wait. You could not know about it... Wait! Was it a real event?”

“Silence! You’ve overstayed your welcome, Warrior Nun. It’s my time now!” In a flash he’s in her space. Her reflex is to swipe her sword at him, which is a testament of the long training sessions with Lilith, and Beatrice and Mary and Camila. They spar for a while. But she’s starting to get worried that her sisters are going to burst out at any moment. And that’s the only opening Adriel needs.

He sweeps her off her feet, and she lays hard on the ground, face first, so he has the chance to press a knee on her back. She’s expecting him to reach a hand, like he did on his tomb, but he’s fumbling for something. And then she feels the cut and heat of divinium on her skin. She barely can avoid screaming.

“It’s over child. Thank you for following my instructions so well. You thought you were helping them? You thought this would spare them? Did you think at all?” She is screaming now, and crying, because it hurts, and she’s alone.

There’s a thunk and thump, and then a very distinctive snort followed by a:

“She never thinks.” And Ava may be delirious because that sounds like Lilith.

“Ava!” And that sounds like Beatrice. And the hand helping her turn and cupping her cheek feels like Beatrice, too. “Ava?” But she doesn’t want to open her eyes, because it will be devastating to realize she’s dying alone on the ground.

“The wound is a little deep, and she’s bleeding a lot. But I can patch it temporarily while we finish here and get to safety.” Her brain is conjuring images of Camila at her back.

Then she’s been lifted of the ground, and now she frowns because, sure, she has a very vivid imagination, product of twelve years of emotional abuse while paralyzed in a bed, but never this vivid. And never as violent as actually feeling someone smack her hard on the back of the head. 

“Ow!”

“You stupid, stupid girl. If you think this is all the repercussion you’re going to get for being the dumbest Warrior Nun ever, you’re even more stupid than I’ve just stated.”

“Mary, I don’t believe it’s the time for this.” Even in her dreams Beatrice comes to her defense.

“And I don’t believe hitting her in the head will help make her less stupid.” Ok, so now Ava opens her eyes, because that was definitely Lilith adding insults to the growing pile.

“What?...”

“Oh hey, stupid! Are you done being a drama queen?”

“Mary...” Beatrice sounds tired when she sighs the gunslinger’s name. Then she’s cupping Ava’s face: “Ava? Can you look at me, please?” Of course she does, she always wants to look at Beatrice. “I think she needs a second to recover.”

“Whats’... How...?”

“Did you really think we were going to let you run off like a self-sacrificing martyr?” And wow, ok, Camila has a bite.

“You also forgot I can open portals.” Oh, that’s right. Lilith can open portals, she’s also been training and exploring her new powers. It’s actually one of the ways they’ve bonded a lot.

“But, we were overrun by the possessed”

“Yes, Ava. The plan shifted. But we still had it under control. And if you have stopped to listen to us for a second you would have realized that we were containing the threat of the possessed to then be able to face Adriel together properly.”

“Oh.” Yes, Beatrice is definitely angry at her.

“Yes, oh. Now quit the drama and finish the dude.” There’s what Ava could only describe as an evil laugh coming from Adriel who’s still on the ground, panting.

“You think you children can defeat me? Areala, who was an actual Warrior could only hide me away on a tomb.”

“You said that like she sent you on a cruise, dumbass.” It’s Mary.

“I said that as someone who can escape again, fool.”

“We know we can kill you.” Beatrice.

“And we know we can’t contain you here.” Camila.

“We also know who’s eager to get their hands on you.” Lilith, who then turns to Ava: “Ready?” And yeah. She’s ready to send this demon back to hell. Literally.

“Yeah. Ready” Ava picks her sword with a pained grimace. And before she can take the couple of steps that separate her from Adriel, she feels a strong, delicate hand on her shoulder, so she turns to Beatrice.

“Remember, spend as much Halo energy as possible without depleting it completely. We want it’s signal to be muted, but not enough to put you at risk.” She nods, and proceeds to lift her sword over her head to strike.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t kill me!”

“Like they said, we know. But we can hurt you before we gift you away.”

She summons as much as the Halo power as she dares before striking him down. His pained screams fill the open space around them, but she keeps the sword in him until she starts to feel weak. Then she stops, and stumbles back into strong arms that hold her up. That’s when Lilith comes forward and looks at him like he’s a bug she just crushed under her boot and is disgusted to have to clean it up. She lifts her claws, and he flinches, it’s so satisfying to see. But she doesn’t strike as he expects, she opens a huge portal and after a couple of seconds of nothing, they hear a deafening roar, the thunderous approach until the imposing form of the Tarask appears through the portal.

Adriel chokes out a whimpering “No” catching the full attention of the monster, who promptly drags him through the closing portal. Lilith sags into the calm that follows, but Mary is there, ready to assist her.

“All right. You freaks good to go?”

“Mary, I don’t appreciate you calling them that” Breatice is truly a saint.

“Oh, but they love it. Right, Satan?”

“Fuck off.”

“Lilith, language!” But Camila sounds suspiciously like holding back a smile. They bicker the whole way to the van. Beatrice half carrying Ava, and Mary supporting Lilith, leaving Camila to load their weapons inside and start the vehicle.

Mary deposites Lilith in the passenger seat. while she herself takes the cargo section for herself stating that “I’m too old for this shit. Need to stretch my legs.” Leaving Ava and Beatrice in the back seat.

Ava is exhausted and she’s ready to let the darkness take her for a while. But Beatrice is caressing her face and speaking... Oh, right, she should listen.

“Ava? Are you listening?”

“Yeah”

“I know you’re tired, but I need to do quick check, all right?”

“Yeah”

“Good. Tell me what hurts.”

“Everything”

“Right. Tell me what hurts the most, then”

“Uh, my back? My head, too. My face... because I’m so cute.”

There’s a collection of groans from the front and the back, but Beatrice is smiling down at her, and that’s really all that matter.

“We’ll be back home in about two hours, so you can have some rest. But I want you to be properly tended to in the infermary when we arrive. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am!” But the ma’am morphs into a yawn and it looses all the cool, filtry effect she was going for.

“Please, don’t ever do that again.” Beatrice whispers and suddenly the air is heavy inside the van.

“I’m sorry. I just... He had Lilith, right how he said he would. I...”

“You allowed him get inside your head.” Lilith interrupts. “Which was what he wanted. He knew that was his best shot at getting the Halo.”

“That’s why you talked to us about them and we worked on it, remember?” Oh, good. At least Camila is back at being sweet.

“So, we need to work on your panic attacks and traumas, kid. Get ready for that.” And Ava actually whines at Mary’s words, because that doesn’t sound like fun.

“Not right away, though. First we heal and rest.” God, she loves Beatrice.

“And kid?” She didn’t realize she closed her eyes, until Mary calls out to her. So she opens them and twist her neck a little to look at her pearing from the back. “We love you, too. You know that right? You’re our family, too.”

Aw man, she’s all emotional again. She just wanted to be a badass like the rest of them. She feels Beatrice nod, and turns to see Lilith doing the same from the front seat. Camila is smiling at her through the rearview mirror: “It’s true, Ava.” Camila has such a pretty smile. But Beatrice has the prettiest smile. Beatrice has the prettiest everything.

“Rest now.” Beatrice says as she bends to place a tender kiss to Ava’s forehead. But then whispers in her ear: “I think you have the prettiest everything, too.” And she has the sexiest smirk painted on her lips, so Ava can’t seem to be able to respond. Just a flicker of a thought right before exhaustion claims her:

Wait, did I say that out loud?

[minniethemoocherda]

For a prompt, Zeb and Kallus on mission for the Rebellion with Like Skywalker. They can't quite refrain from comparing him to Ezra.

Hope this is what you had mind! Hope you enjoy! Xxxxxxx

ao3

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Zeb trudged through the mud that smothered the planet’s surface. He wished he’d listened now to when Kallus told him to put on some shoes for once. He glanced at his partner beside him, who was wearing full protective gear. His smirk said the man was refraining from telling him I told you so.

“Eww! This stuff stinks!”

Zeb turned around to glare at the young boy behind them. The Skywalker kid tried to shake the muck off his shoe only to get it covered again anytime they took a step.

“Shhhh.” Zeb growled at him. Luke sheepishly smiled an apology. Zeb quickly turned back around. Unable to look at that smile he had seen on someone else. He silently cursed Draven for paring them up with the kid. Citing that as one of the few beings in the rebellion who has worked alongside Jedi the kid was best suited to work with them. He felt Kallus brush his arm against him, no doubt knowing where his thoughts had gone. Zeb was still not convinced the man wasn’t part force sensitive. Whilst his bo-rifle remained ready in his hands, his breath relaxed, grateful for his partner’s silent comfort.

Eventually the mud led them to the base of a waterfall. A river, whose spans was larger than a star destroyer, tumbled over the edge of a cliff that was nearly a thousand feet in height. The perfect place to hide a secret scientific research lab.

“Woah…” Luke breathed next to him. Zeb turned his head to tell the kid to shut up again when he saw look on his face. His mouth was slack, and his blue eyes dazzled like a blackhole, trying to absorb the sight in front of him. Zeb had seen that look before. Especially in those first few months aboard the Ghost when they visited new planets. As someone who had been travelling through the stars for years, he forgot that there were those who has never left their own village let alone their planet. 

“Come on.” Zeb said, his voice soft as he nudged the kid towards the waterfall. Once they got near, they started to crawl despite the kid’s protests, hoping the thick mud should detect them from any sensors. It must have as they made it there without any trouble. A first for one of their missions.

They made their way under the crashing waves, eventually coming to a cave big enough to home a Dreadnought. Zeb peaked around the entrance. Stormtroopers piled creates upon creates in every corner of the hole. Kallus used his scanner but couldn’t tell from his readings what was in them.

“Now Draven’s instructions were very clear.” Kallus whispered. “This is a simple recon mission. We do not want to start a fight.”

Zeb failed to hide his scoff. Kallus faced him with a resounding glare. Zeb half shrugged an apology as they kept inside. They hid behind one of the piles of creates. Luke tinkered with the controls until the top one opened.

Zeb clutched his hand to his mouth as Kallus face blanched.

“What? What are they?” Luke asked.

Inside were hundreds of blood-stained data chips, identical to the ones Zeb had seen when Rex removed them from his brothers’ head.

Before Zeb could answer, an alarm started blaring overhead. He looked around to see stormtroopers pointing their blasters at them.

“Time to go!” Kallus ordered, taking a handful of the chips. Zeb fired his bo-rife as they sped towards cave’s mouth. For the first time in over a year, he heard the ignition of a lightsabre besides him. Luke deflected the blasters with his sabre whilst Zeb shot back. He fell quickly into the old rhythm, as they made it to the entrance. Waiting for them was stormtroopers on either side and a AT-AT behind them.

Zeb looked over the edge. From here it couldn’t be more than thirty feet down, survivable. He didn’t think anymore beyond that, instead grabbing his comrades before jumping. He vaguely heard the kids screams and Kallus’ pronouncing his soon to be murder, until the waves bellow stole everything away.

Water invaded every sense of his being as he was thrashed around. He had no idea which way was up and which was down. All he was aware of was water. Miraculously, he managed to keep a tight hold of the others despite the river’s attempt to tear them apart.

Zeb had no idea how much time had passed before he felt the claw of his foot snagged on mud. Soon he could feel the soggy surface start to become more consistent beneath him. As the blur around them slowed he was able to make out the bog that made up their soundings. Once his claws could get a stable grip on the riverbed, he dragged himself with the others still under his arms to the shore. He put them down as gently as he could before collapsing onto the muddy riverbank. He was aware of Kallus crawling towards him when the man’s water trodden mutton chops leaned into his line of vision.

“Garazeb Orrelios, if you manhandle me one more time-“

“If by manhandle you mean saving your life then yeah I will.” Zeb sighed, reaching up to brush his fingers through their dripping blonde locks. Kallus breathed into his touch, pressing a kiss against his palm. That was when they realised that they hadn’t heard the kid yet.

“Kid?” Zeb said, spotting the boy nearby, his head face down in the mud.

“Karabast!”

They rushed over to him, turning him over.

“Luke! Are you ok?”

Blue eyes flittered open as a wide grin spread across his caked face.

“We did it.”

The lasat let out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah we did. Wouldn’t have been able to do it without you though. You handled yourself well out there Luke.”

That grin grew even bigger. Zeb felt his own lips turn into a smile. He glanced back at the waterfall that was now just a dot on the horizon as he helped the young Jedi to his feet.

“I’ll signal Hera for a pickup. I’m calling dibs on the first shower.”

[itsbrambles]

SangCheng- Coming Home late

Prompt by OTP Prompts:   Your OTP comes home after a very long drive. Person A is wide awake, but Person B is extremely exhausted and falls asleep in a very uncomfortable spot. Person A wants to carry them to bed, but there’s a problem: B is really tall and REALLY heavy, and A is very weak.

Notice: Setting takes place in modern times

Huisang had trouble falling asleep. He and A-Cheng had been a couple for a few years and ever since they moved in together, there had hardly been any time in which they did not fall asleep in each others arms. And Huisang had grown so used to it that he could not fall asleep as long his own person-pillow was not right next to him. He loved to place his head on his lovers chest and to listen to his regular hearbeat. It was like this soft melody that softly let him drift of to sleep. 

But because of a work conference, A-Cheng had to leave the town and therefore  his lover Huisang alone at home. He could not have accompanied him, seeing as he had to go to work himself. When Jiang Cheng told his boyfriend and roommate that he will be leaving the town for a few days, there was a lot of whining, fake tears and pouting. Way too dramatic for A-Cheng, he was only leaving for a few days after all! They were happy and content in their relationship. They were still in love and liked being in each other’s company. They had not been seperated like that since they got into a relationship. And Jiang Cheng had underestimated how much he would miss his soft-spoken and beautiful boyfriend. Eventhough they had called each other and face-called, he still missed him. It was not the same as being with each other. He missed talking in person to him, touching him and kissing him. He was truly a besotted fool in love. 

Eventhough he could have stayed the night at the hotel, he decided to take the few hours trip home. He wanted to sleep tonight with A-Sang in his arms. To have him securely in his arms and to smell his flowery scent that always calmed his nerves. He had not slept the last days well. Once he finally arrived at their appartment, it was already 12 am. Huisang was most likely already asleep. And as soon as he entered their shared appartment, his assumption got confirmed. Everything was dark. No lights were on, not even the ones in their bedroom. Jiang Cheng took his suitcase and placed it in the hallway. He would take care of that tomorrow, he had a day off after all. Quietly, he went to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. He yawned. He was really tired. Just a glass of water and then he would go change his clothes and go to bed. Jiang Cheng sat on one of the chairs and drank a bit. His eyes were throbbing with the lack of sleep. He sighed. He was really tired ...

Huisang heard someone entering the door. At first, he thought it might be burglar and was rather scared. But then he heard that the door was opened with keys and he heard that something was put in the hallway. It could only be his boyfriend, A-Cheng! Huisang felt rather giddy. He had missed the other man so much! He waited in the dark of their bedroom. He wanted to surprise his boyfriend with hugs and lot of kisses! And he did not want to turn the lights on as to not him know that he was actually awake. He waited for a few minutes but no one entered the room. What was A-Cheng doing? He did not hear any other doors closing or opening, so he was not in the bathroom. Huisang decided to look for his boyfriend himself. He kicked the blanket away from his body and left the bedroom. He should have put on something on his naked feet, the floor was really cold!

When he entered the hallway he saw a suitcase. It was the one A-Cheng had gotten as a present from his sister. He saw some light coming from the kitchen, he smiled. He opened the door. “A-Cheng~”

And then he saw him. A-Cheng was sitting at their kitchen table, a glass of water right next to him, his head was laying on his arms. He was sleeping. Huisang smiled. His lover looked so peaceful. And exhausted. He must have been really tired to fall asleep in that position. He really wanted to let him sleep but it looked rather uncomfortable. And he did not want to wake him. Well, A-Cheng was one of the hardest people to wake in the world. So there was that. He would have to carry him or rather pull him to their bedroom. As he stood right next to Jiang Cheng, he caressed his lover’s face and pushed a strain of hair away from his face, his A-Cheng was a really handsome man. Huisang mentally prepared himself. It could not be that hard to carry his lover back to their bedroom. A-Cheng carried him all the time!

He put on arm over his shoulders tried to get him out of the chair. But there was something Huisang did not consider. Jiang Cheng was taller than him, had more muscles on him and was therefore heavier than Huisang. And Huisang was weak. So as a logical consequence, he could not carry Jiang Cheng’s weight and the two of them fall on the ground with a rather loud smack. Huisang fell on his back and his lover fell face first on his chest. Huisang moaned in pain and tears were collecting in his eyes. Now he was definitely hurt! There was no way that there would not be a giant purple bruise on his chest by tomorrow. He had only wanted to carry A-Cheng to their bed, nothing more! Why did the idiot have to be so heavy? All because of his stupid working out! Eventhough, Huisang liked the muscles and especially if A-Cheng manhandled him into certain positions...

“I...What,” muttured a sleep-drunken Jiang Cheng. One moment he was sleeping and the next he felt like an earthquake had happened. What was going on? Why was he on the floor? And why was his lover, A-Sang, beneath him? Did he miss something?

“W-What happened?”

“A-Cheng~” whined Huisang and tears were flowing out of his eyes. “You’re too heavy and now I am hurt!”

Jiang Cheng blinked a few times. Trying to make sense of the situation. There was his boyfriend, under him, whining, pouting and some tears were flowing. It clicked.

“You’re an idiot. Of course you wouldn’t be able to carry me. Why didn’t you wake me?”

Huisang sniffed. “You looked so tired. I thought I could carry you... Don’t be so mean to me, A-Cheng. I’m hurt~”

Jiang Cheng smiled in gratitude and sat up. He pulled his boyfriend with him up and wiped his tears away. “Does it hurt much?”

At his touch, Huisang closed his eyes and snuggled into the touch. “It only hurts so much because your head is so big and heavy.”

Jiang Cheng rolled with his eyes. He pulled Huisang into a quick kiss. “I am happy to be back, you baby.”

Huisang pouted. “I missed you. Eventhough all you do is being mean and teasing me.”

Jiang Cheng’s smile got broader. “Of course.”

He stood up and pulled his boyfriend with him. “C’mon, I will get some ointment and put it on you and then we will sleep. I am too tired but tomorrow I will show you how much I missed you.” And as to emphasize his statement, he pinched Huisang’s butt. 

Huisang swatted at his arm and blushed. “A-Cheng~”

Jiang Cheng only laughed and put his arms around his lover and buried his face into his neck and inhaled the scent of the man he had missed the last couple of days.

[reapers-carino]

Reader boosting mccrees ego with the statement “Wow, you’re really strong.”

“You sure you got all that darlin’?”

You caught your footing with a quiet grunt, your arms shaking as they struggled to hold the box of practice weapons you had just received from R&D. Sure, you should have taken the cart like the tech had suggested but the walk wasn’t that long and the boxes hadn’t felt that heavy. But maybe you had underestimated things…

“It’s a mite heavy but I go–Jess!”

Jesse leaned over grabbing the edge of the box and pulling upwards, stacking it on top of one of the boxes he was holding in his other arm. You blinked owlishly at him for a moment, his biceps tensed and showing through the fabric of his t-shirt as he carefully readjusted the load before smirking down at you.

“I got ya hon”, he answered before beginning to walk forward, no condescension in his tone. “Wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself. Not that you can’t handle your own.”

A slow smile of appreciation creased your lips as you let him walk a few paces further, taking in the sight of his back and shoulders, dipping down to his ass briefly before catching up and lightly flicking him on the arm. 

“Wow Jess you’re really strong”, you practically hummed, biting back the giggle that threatened to bubble up as you watched a pink blush begin to creep into his cheeks.

“Oh heh nah”. he chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck before turning away to hide the self-satisfied grin that creased his full lips. 

Damn if he wasn’t cute…

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Masterlist 7/14/2018

Hello Darlings, here is the updated masterlist as of 7/14/18

If you want to blacklist these posts, which will update every other week or so, the tag is Lee Hadan Masterlist

All the stories here are arranged by series, and the stories are arranged chronologically within their series. If there’s only one story in a series, I already have continuations written (or planned) and more will be coming soon!

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Goblin Armor

There has never been much in way of peace between the Faerie Realm, and the Shadow Wold of the Goblins. Generations of hostility and mistrust will do that. Still, for two generations, the border has been quiet, and the fearsom Goblins hidden away deep in their dark forest. Until now. With the Goblins on the march, and Princess Snowbell’s king-father flying to meet them, it is all Snow can do to keep her family, and her Realm, from falling to treason, and murder. There has never been much in way of peace between the Faerie Realm, and the Shadow Wold of the Goblins. Generations of hostility and mistrust will do that. Still, for two generations, the border has been quiet, and the fearsom Goblins hidden away deep in their dark forest. Until now. With the Goblins on the march, and Princess Snowbell’s king-father flying to meet them, it is all Snow can do to keep her family, and her Realm, from falling to treason, and murder.

Return Again

I thought my father was normal. The kind of dad who deals with work, and homework, and the troubles that come with being a single father to a seventeen-year-old girl. I didn’t know he went to a different world when he was a teenager. I didn’t know he was the Chosen One of a magic sword. I didn’t know he saved a whole kingdom, maybe their world, before he was twenty. That was thirty years ago. Now they need him back, and I’m going with him.

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Chapter 1 (Tumblr)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

The Unsettled:

Handful of Salt

Critter Jar

Appropriate use of Craft Glitter

Unafraid

This Old House:

Experienced Home-Buying

White Roses and Deck Railings

Twins Together:

Brothers Apart

Sanctuary Always

Twinning Disagreements

Deities and Demigods:

Boredom

Inconvenienced

Luck’s Chosen

Golden Apples

Apocalypse:

Come Again Another Day

Invasion from Below

War-Beasts

Four Horses

Four Horsemen

Horsemen Four

Mercy Mercy Mercy

Breaking Waves:

After the Storm

Winter Wind

Uncollected Faeries:

Faerie Ring

Glitter Poo

Skitter

Wine-Dark

The End of Indian Summer

Purple Handed

At the Sign of the Silver Rose:

Cold Iron Buckshot

Troll Market

Selkie Skin:

Seal Coat

Uncollected Dragons:

Exploration by Wing

Iced White Wine

Mine to Hoard

Hoard of Memories

Uncollected Witches:

Best Served Cold

Casual Friday

Exotic Components

One Eye on the Other Side

Spelled Cooking

Thyme can Heal

The Lightning Witch:

Static Charge

First Strike

Black Lightning on the Horizon

Storm Breaking

Crash Down

Husband to the Queen

When the Wolf Star Rises

Treebrothers:

Snow Elf

Wild Roses and Birdsong

Spider-Eating Elves:

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

Introductory Trouble

Lady of Grace

Lady of Stone, and her Girlfriend

Lady Retrieved

Monsters on the Wing

Spiderwebs and Cookies

Royal Match

Worldbuilding Essays:

Blood Magic

Elf Forest

Green Magic

Forge Magic

Thread Magic

Dragons

Light and Dark Magic

13 Moons

Frost Moon

Blue Moon

Jasmine Moon

HGE - Human/Alien Relations

Get That OUT of Your Mouth

Medical Attention

Claws

Ingenuity

War and Peace

Echo-Folk

HGE - Invasions

Invasion Denied

Blood Will Tell (What Waits in the Dark)

No Moon

HGE - The Others

Through Shattered Glass

Sea and Sky

HGE - Conflagration

Fire District

HGE - Smoke before Fire

The Legend, The Rumor

Deep Water and Scales

Black Scales and Open Spaces

Screams in the Dark

Warning Lights

Into the Wild

HGE - The Maw

Back Room Handshakes

New Understandings

HGE - Learn to Fly, Learn to Breathe:

Red Baron

Red Prince

Red Sky

Stone and Intuition:

Pack Hunters

Attack Droids

Dragon Bones

Dream of a Desk Job

Explosive Foolishness

Inferno Grenades

Married Life

The Hand of Bone:

Death’s Kiss

Supers Beyond

Card Shark

Heroic Rescue

Housekeeping Before Villainy

Jet Fuel

Lobster Bisque

Opposing Elements:

Cold Front

Reality at Will

Altering Reality

Reality Bent

The Pen is Mightier

Will of Fire

Chinese Pepper

Firepower

A Moment’s Peace

Burnout

Doctor Rimeheart (Supervillain Coffee Shop)

Handicapped

Power Rests in the Eye

Nuclear Option

Incidental Villain

Cut a Deal

First Summon

Even Supervillains run from Fangirls

The Blackest Coffee

Deal with the Devil

Fear and Coffeegrounds

Personal Space

Broken Countertops

Christmas Cookies

Revealed

Wannabe Wannabes

Home Life

Shadows Unleashed

Higher Being Housemates

Bright Red Panties

Black and White Feathers

Demonic Comfort

Demonic Intervention

Unwanted Attention

Magpie Wings

Don’t Fall

Sparklers and Demon Smiles

Uncollected Demons:

Accidental Oops

Bloody Mirror

Brimstone Portal

Burn My Body and Bury Me Deep

Holy Protestation

On Repeat

The Gunsmith

The Wrong Victim

Over the Edge

Sinners

Seven Sins

House of Demons

A Deal Once Made:

You Scratch my Back

Contract Lawyer:

Blue Frosting

Fine Print

Uncollected:

Awaken History

Command.Awaken

Isle of Monsters

One Punch Man

Stonebreaker Caldera

Hot Potato, Hot Potato

Vigilante Vampire

Crawlspace

Slow Burn:

About-Face

Between Us Girls:

Surprises Abroad

Uncollected Fantasy:

Below the Fog

Glitter Bold

God-Touched Tide

Into the Darkness

Turn Me

Wolf Moon

Blood Moon

Hallowed Halls Memorial

A Kiss to Heal a Broken Heart

The Mistlands:

Foolhardy Errand

Desert Glass:

Spellborn Lost

Smoked Glass

The Rise to Power:

Two Minds as One

Gates Torn Down

Heaven’s Gates

Counter-Code:

Code for Magic

99 Shiny New Bugs

Blood Magic:

Blood Fire

At the Last Moment

Healing Touch                                                                                            

Unbound, Unbroken

Student Discovered

Claimed as Ours

Never Free:

Round and Round Again

Mistaken Step

Golden Scales:

Tigerfish

Blood and Passion:

White Marble

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