#v young

[bangtang-boys-world]

A piece of "Take Two" _ BTS

RM - Light, Jin - Begin, Suga - Soul, Jhope - Together, Jimin - Face, V - Young, JK - Stay 💜❤️‍🔥

[cathedralofeternalradiance]

50 / 31 / 19 look like very interesting prompts 👀

[ @thoseofuswhoblossom ]

Thank you for the ask!! And sorry for being a little late - had some trouble setting the scene, but now I finally have it!! Have some gay cats!!

--- prompt: I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you + People are staring

--- Black Citadel, 1319 AE

Thad got that promotion four days ago and for those four days, all they've been doing is drinking and celebrating. Their Centurion was of an understanding sort, for which Liv is thankful, as he thought he'd start hammering half-assed weapons with the pace that was placed on him and other engineers, and getting drunk is always good. Iron whiskey burns ever so good down your throat, you're with your warband, your crush looks so happy and Liv can't help but feel happy for him too.

It's the same crush that sinks his heart when he sees Thad pull another charr close and whisper something in their ear. Liv knows what it means and for a moment, Thad lifts his head and locks eyes with the engineer.

All Liv can offer is a shitty, weak grin after he drowns his cup. Thad looks a little... disappointed? worried? anxious? for a moment before he shouts, "I'll be back in a five!"

"So, cub," Danni Stormmender drawls, "when are you gonna get some Thad for ya?"

"I'm not a cub," Liv mutters into his cup. "Just because you're older than me doesn't mean I'm a cub."

"But you haven't fucked yet and no, Euryale doesn't count. So, you're a cub."

"We... tried," Liv offers weakly. "It's not my fault it wouldn't-"

"Cut it off Danni," Frieda roars from a nearby table. "For real, though, he just... asked you if you wanted to be in that charr's place and you refused?"

"He didn't ask! He looked at me!" Liv wants to crawl in a hole and die. Somewhere in Grothmar, preferably.

"That's how he asked," Frieda says gently. "Cogs, you're a lost cause."

"That's not how you ask someone to kiss you!" Liv groans, leaning back on the counter. "You-you approach them and you make advances and you-" He whimpers a little. "You don't make them jealous."

"Eh, you got a point there," Danni says. "Still, you shouldn't take it personally. You know he didn't mean to. It's charr."

Liv looks down, tasting shame on his tongue. First his magic, now this. He wants to be smaller, to shrink down to a size of a pebble. He’d be a very bad pebble, but at least he’d be better at it than being a charr.

Frieda shots Danni a look. Somewhere in the pub, Euryale yells. “I better go help her out,” Liv says, scrambling from his seat.

A few days later, he’s in his workshop. Sounds of the forge and metal, as well as smoldering heat, help take his mind away from the incident at the pub. His fur and mane stick to his skin as he hammers away at an axe, shirtless and comfortable in his big chair.

He doesn’t hear Thad approaching. “Liv,” he shouts and Liv looks up after a particularly hard stroke that make him grunt with exertion. “Smodur’s rusty eye, it’s so hot in here, how are you not on fire yet?”

“Flame legion dam,” Liv says jokingly, setting the hammer down.

“Yeah,” Thad rumbles and Liv suppresses a small gasp. That tone of his never fails to attract. “Anyways, I wanted to talk to you. About that thing in the pub.”

“Hammer’s down,” Liv says, leaning on the table. He can’t have chosen a worse moment, he thinks, sniffing the stench of sweat radiating from his body. He’s been in here all day, his arms hurt from the hammering, and he considers postponing.

Thad’s dark eyes look at him and he’s powerless to say anything more.

“I was... I was a jerk to you. Frieda slapped me on the tail for it the other day and I thought about it. Yeah, I was a big old jerk. You’re a good guy and I behaved like that. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” Liv says, blinking tears away. He’s charr, he can’t be affected by this shit, yet he is. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Liar,” Thad curses. “You’re not fine. You’re my ‘bandmate. I shouldn’t treat you like this. You don’t deserve to get run over, especially by me, your legionnaire. Danni got an earful too. Just ‘cause he’s had partners before doesn’t mean he has the right to talk to you like that.” He sits on a nearby chair.

“I’m charr,” Liv says. “I shouldn’t-”

“Being a sissy and being hurt are two different things,” Thad roars. “Do you think Tribune Brimstone never gets hurt by shit others say? Imperator Smodur, Bangar?”

Liv is quiet.

“And, uh...” Thad’s voice gets quieter too, thick and heavy. “I can’t pretend those no-name charr are you anymore.”

“You-what?” Liv’s heart wants to leap out of his chest.

“Yeah. I’m glad you’re my ‘bandmate and all, but I really, really don’t wanna be just your friend.” Thad looks so anxious, while Liv stares in utter shock.

“Same,” he manages to say. “I, uh.. Same.” Very eloquent, Liv.

“Really?” Thad leans a little closer, nuzzles his snout against Liv’s mane.

“I probably smell like shit,” Liv mutters. “Cogs, I do smell like shit. But yes. Really.”

“Better than those scrappers after a punishing day,” Thad quips. “Remember them?”

“Oh yeah,” Liv chuckles, “poor sods. What did they do to deserve that?”

“Didn’t get the guy of their dreams,” Thad says and Liv suddenly feels like furnace swallowed him whole.

“You’re impossible,” Liv says fondly as he nuzzles Thad’s neck. “Just-impossible.”

[sepsumoved]

like this for a starter from a pre-great flood Inanna

[tcrmommabear]

28 of 110

“Well, what do you want to do?”

She watches the world burn before her eyes, holding her granddaughter in her arms. Her arms wrap tightly around her neck. Vertibirds swirl overhead, fanning the flames and whipping her hair about her face, about both their faces. She presses a hand to the back of Yuki’s head, pressing her against her shoulder so she wouldn’t see the world she’d set ablaze just for her.

He stands behind her, nonchalant, hands jammed into his pockets as he watches her. Watches the destruction and horror they built together come crashing to the ground. The world was roaring and screaming, fogged over and blind, but he sees her so clearly, hears her so perfectly. Watches her lips move, body half turned to look at him.

“I don’t know,” she answers, hesitantly, slowly, gently. Lets the words slip to his ears between the ash and smoke. He takes a shuddering breath, gathers the slips of thoughts floating through the space between them. She looks back at the destruction, at the fire she’d lit, at the people she’d slaughtered, at the price her and her family paid a dozen times over.

“Well,” he tries, ruffling his hair, taking a step forward, “you could always try again.”

She turns to look at him again. Looks at the expanse of sky and broken land behind him. At the frightening world she was thrust into months ago. The people, the sights, the smells, the new dangers she so easily adapted to. There was something so tempting about it all. Something she’d built to resemble a life she’d remembered. Stark was the difference between their worlds, but she saw the edges blurring. Bleeding together.

She reaches a hand out to him. Invites him to her world of rubble and ash, fire and debris. He takes it, kisses the tips of her fingers, and looks at her like she was the queen of the world. They stand together, and watch the Institute burn, watch the Brotherhood burn, watch the Railroad burn, watch everything they pretended to stand for burn, burn, burn. There was no justice. There was no mercy. There was no forgiveness. Only fire.

“War,” she says, eyes trained intently on her justice, on her holy might.

“War never changes.”

[footsteps-on-the-dance-floor]

in case anyone wanted to know my age i realised that i forgot to ever actually post it anywhere im 21

[breathe-lioness]

Reminders

-When a young man who started coming to youth group and would literally fall asleep/talk to anyone who wasn’t paying attention/distract everyone else during worship has come so far in his relationship with Christ that he poured himself out in worship last night on his own accord;

-When another young man gives you and your husband a plaque that reads “World’s Best Friend Award” at youth group last night, and tells you that he wants to come over and do your dishes because he knows your life is so busy;

-When Friday nights quickly turn into Saturday mornings because you’re so caught up sharing life with new, kindred heart friends that you completely lose track of hours week after week;

-When your volunteers start looking more like kids during game time (I saw you last night, Pastor Dave);

-When holes in the fellowship hall wall don’t make you mad;

God is doing mighty things in our youth group, and I am so completely humbled and excited and amazed.

There is no way I would have ever expected this, say, a year ago. God is amazing and I love how He loves.

More, Jesus. We want more of You.

[johnnysboots]