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Various cut tidbits from my Wastelands story! These are from various chapters, specifically chapters 5-8 :)

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Where was he?

His limbs were heavy and somewhat tingly, but otherwise responsive and relatively pain-free. He moved to cover his face with a hand, only to smack someone else in their face.

“Uhnhgggg…” said person groaned.

“Max,” Piett called, recognizing that groan from a few-too-many drunken Imperial hangouts.

“Hnng?” Veers moaned again, twitching.

“Max, get off of me.”

The Imperial General swiftly rolled over, flopping next to Piett with no shortage of wordless complaint.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Piett scanned their surroundings.

It seemed to be a medical room of some sort, with a blinding, sterile atmosphere and an abundance of related machinery. An active bacta tank sat in the middle of the room, and a quick buzz from the Mindlink confirmed who it was.

He had been so certain that this week would be his last. Now, bound in chains and forced to kneel in absolute darkness, he wished more than ever that he had died like he was supposed to.

He remembered shattering the mindscape (he refused to think about why he had spiraled, lest he spiral again) and causing his Hivemind to collapse, injured but alive. The others in the group hadn’t been so lucky, and neither had the remainder of all the lifeforms in the base - even the stray tookas loitering around had not been spared.

He remembered his Master looming over him, a scowl on his features as he ordered Red Guards to lift him to a nearby hoverstretcher. He remembered watching as medics from his own fleet approached Piett and Veers, and he remembered the way his Master instructed the guards to cover him with a sheet, lest anyone else see. He remembered the shame, the humiliation that such an order brought, like he was something disgusting that needed to be hidden from view.

Mostly, he remembered how his severed jaw hung grimly from the wire necklace, glinting in the light, making him sick with fear.

“You must grow stronger,” Lord Vader insisted. “It is pertinent for our relationship for you to be able to defeat me in battle, for you to be able to kill me should the need arise.”

Piett blinked at him, stunned.

“Why, in all the Galaxy, would that be a needed skill?” Piett snapped, horrified.

Vader simply tilted his head, equally perplexed.

“It is important for relationships to be balanced, to be equal,” he said, finally. “I have been researching healthy relationships, and that seems to be a recurring sentiment.”

Piett pushed away the amusing absurd mental image of Lord Vader googling “how to have healthy relationship??? help???” and instead continued to stare at his idiot other.

“I must admit, I do not have very much experience with ‘healthy relationships’ or ‘boundaries’ or any of the other things I found in the advice I have received. I suppose that I will be… learning.”

Piett took a deep breath, resisting the urge to place his face in his palms.

“My Lord. Darling. Babe. That’s not what that means.”

Silence, save for the rhythmic breathing.

“They don’t mean physical prowess when they talk about a balanced relationship dynamic, though it is incredibly sweet that you thought so.”

“Then what do they mean?” Vader huffed, annoyed.

“They mean, like, financially, or when it comes to household chores, and stuff,” Piett replied.

“I… I do not have any money, personally,” Vader admitted. Piett just stared at him, unsure of what he meant.

“If necessary, I am permitted by the Emperor to utilize funds given to me, but I do not have anything else.”

“Hold on, excuse me?” Piett squawked, incredulous. “Aren’t you getting paid?”

Another blank stare from underneath the mask - Piett could feel it.

“For what?” He asked.

“For your job.”

“I do not have a job.”

“Then what do you call this?”

Staring at the screen, he found himself enraptured in what he saw, yet in disbelief of it at the same time.

After passing out in the mindscape, Piett had awoken to the crisp, sterile atmosphere of Recovery. The front of his skull had been fractured, just above his frontal lobe, and the medics said it was a miracle that he survived, let alone that he’d continue to survive with no further complications or long-lasting effects. Even more shocking, they said, was that the same exact thing had happened to General Veers.

He had felt much the same way hearing that tale as he did now, staring at the I-SORE (a rather unfortunate name, if you asked Piett - the place really was beautiful, and in no way an actual eyesore) report, seeing his name listed as the co-discoverer of a new species of warbler.

Of course, when Lord Vader had inexplicably called to him, a small bird in his hands, he had been… perplexed? Bemused? Experiencing an odd mixture of ‘what in the galaxy is happening’ and ‘oh shining stars that is SO romantic’? Either way, he didn’t quite know how to express, with words, the confusing mixture of emotions he felt.

He hadn’t seen what Lord Vader had opted to name the bird, or if he had even decided to name it at all. In fact, he hadn’t even known Lord Vader to be the least bit interested in birds, and Piett couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling he felt in his chest when he realized they possibly had a (very unexpected) shared interest. Still, never in his wildest of dreams could he have imagined that Lord Vader would have named the bird after him. And yet, staring in front of him in unyielding text were the words Piett’s Warbler, and Piett felt ready to just pass out then and there.

These Elenianz designs are very expressive and so lovely! Where's the author?...

My avatar as a 24 year years old girl, muggle but empathetic. Her hair changes colour if she's excited and the hair light up while she sleeps (!). Tukhin has always been in love with Snape. She's a character from the game Hogwarts Mistery. Do you think Snape would find she interesting? I'd like to see the scene in an Elenianz drawing.

severus snape making preserves for winter, doing art, loving animals 

Su Facebook è nato un nuovo gruppo: Young Snape. Abbiamo intenzione di parlare dei romanzi di Harry Potter, del videogioco Hogwarts Mistery, di pubblicare fanfiction e fumetti. Tutti sono bene accetti a patto di non creare dissidi tra le Case di appartenenza.

Se volete aiutarci a crescere, contattateci.

REGOLE DEL GRUPPO YOUNG SNAPE SU FACEBOOK

1) Si trattano le persone con gentilezza e rispetto. Le emoji che ridono fuori contesto e senza messaggi scritti non sono gradite. I post contestati per qualunque motivo, vanno segnalati in privato agli admin o ai moderatori. Va sempre notificato per iscritto il motivo di eventuali ammonimenti, blocchi o ban su un utente.

2) Questo è un gruppo di lingua italiana. Inglese, tedesco, giapponese ecc. sono lingue secondarie. L'inglese è una lingua necessaria, ma non deve sostituire completamente l'italiano. È gradito un post tradotto in entrambe le lingue, per il resto, sta all' intuito di ognuno.

3) Non è consentito fotografare persone senza il loro permesso, nemmeno celebrità o cosplayers.

4) È vietato pubblicare fan fiction dai contenuti sessuali troppo espliciti.

Snape che legge: illustrazione di Marina Musatova

daydream so good, gonna start a fic

(i've never written one before and im trying to make a character bio but i dont know what to put. HELPPPP!!!!!)

Fic Ideas that will not leave my brain, but writing and me don't get along no matter how much I love it.

A fic of Parkthur going through the plot of Brokeback Mountain. Ennis is Arthur, Jack is Parker

Some wolf/dog John story, maybe snapshots of his perspective during particularly canine moments, or he gets a wolf or werewolf body.

Percy Jackson and The Mechanisms crossover. Probably following the vague plot of PJO, and one for Magnus Chase.

Simple cute Parkthur fic, where Arthur is remembering their eventual fall into love, and at the end he meets him again either resurrected or didn't really die. Dancing will be included somewhere

Maybe something from Anna Stancyzk's POV

John meets Parker or/and Faroe, and recounts it to Arthur.

Maybe finishing that one Kunizai fic if I get back into BSD.

I'm having a really hard time with motivation so maybe this will make my brain make me do it. If you wanna write one of these tag me!

Fuck it, writing this, takes place in an ambiguous bedroom

It was so very dull. One of these nights he would finally go crazy through all the boredom. He'd already thoroughly scanned everything in this room.

A large wardrobe, was on there right. A maroon color, as if it was stained with blood. Next to it was a door, it rattled with the wind every now and then. Arthur's shoes sat beside the door, how many miles, have they traversed? They probably needed a replacement.

On the right, was a large open window. There was a wire cover over the window for whatever reason, maybe he'd ask Arthur about it when he woke up. It didn't stop the wind, which made the curtains dance. A soft looking chair sat beside it, the perfect angle to look over the trees.

It wasn't a bad room, but a room he's already become thoroughly jaded to. He gently tapped his fingers on the mattress, agonizingly memorizing the feel of the fabric above, and under him.

Arthur stirred, John sighed. Arthur having nightmares was way too much of a common occurrence. Distressed noises escaped Arthur, so many nights like this, so many times John wondered if it's best to wake him up.

Arthur inhaled sharply, before mumbling something. Just like almost every dream he caught Faroe's name in their. He couldn't imagine the horror of living through her death every nightmare.

Arthur started crying, John fucking hated this. His vision blurred, his heart ached. He wished he could do something

He moved his arm to rub comforting circles in Arthur's right arm. the arm flinched from him for a second before relaxing in his grip.

"John." Arthur relaxed around his name.

John thought 'shit I woke him up' waiting for Arthur to sit up or say something. He just stayed still. Maybe he was playing a prank where he pretended he was still sleeping? Prick. Another excuse to ignore him.

He poked him "Arthur...", John paused for an answer "Arthur, I know you're awake."

No response aside from some sleepy murmurs.

"Arthur. Stop it. We both know your awake. Why would you say my name if you weren't." No. Fucking. Response.

God was Arthur a pain in the ass, he loved ignoring him. John sat there waiting for Arthur to finally smarten up, and admit he was awake.

And like a lightbulb going off he realized. Arthur was dreaming of him. he was dreaming of him. His dream presence was so potent to calm him out of a nightmare.

Their eyes widened in realization. John let out a hushed fond chuckle. He could barely believe it. Maybe the love he felt was mutual

do you think Arthur has ever said John’s name in his sleep and John had to pretend to be normal about it?

My first posted Ao3 fic posted!!!

inspired by @gayghostrights post!!

I have been thinking of this post way too much, I'm gonna write a blurb per Parkthur art. Sorry Dollins fans, but I'm here for the Parkthur fans (me)

Number 1

Arthur sat shoulder to shoulder with Parker. A new case wrapped up. Now all that was left was to celebrate the completion of an easy, well paying case.

Parker smiles at Art, Arthur didn't catch the mischievous glint until too late.

And then Parker's hand was in his hair. Undoing his meticulous styling and hair gel, definitely getting his hand sticky in the process. Arthur smiled in spite of himself.

"Get your hand off me!" Arthur complained despite smiling like a beaming bride "I'm not a fucking child."

Parker ruffled his hair more, laughing at Arthur.

"Maybe next time you try to convince me to stop, don't smile so wide"

Number 2

Arthur sat at the counter, tea in one hand, and a mediocre novel in the other. It was a sweet, domestic type day. Eating breakfast cooked by Parker, and then enjoying the early morning.

He loved slow mornings like this, always had.

Too engrossed in his book, he hadn't noticed someone coming up behind him, until he felt a breath on his neck. Smiling, there was only one person it could be.

Parker wrapped his arms around Arthur, and buries hia face in his shoulder. Inhaling the scent of old clothes, aftershave, and cologne.

A slight grin settled on Arthur's face, enjoying the comforting pressure of Parker.

Number 3

Number 4

Parker had that cocky grin.

"you really are a sight for sore eyes" Parker smiled from where he sat on the counter.

Arthur grimaced at the blush spreading across his face.

"you're more handsome than any other man, and trust me I've seen plenty"

Parker tended to do this every once and awhile, complimenting, and flustering the hell out of him.

"I catch myself unable to stop lookin at you. You're stunnin, my beau." Parker stepped down

Arthur's breath stuttered "You're just saying that"

"you want me to prove it?" Parker smiled "Cause, it'd be my honor."

Arthur was sure he was blushing like some sort of damsel. He nodded, anticipation freezing him.

Pushing him gently against the counter, Parker kissed him. It was a loving, caring kiss. No hunger, just love. Arthur had to steady himself against the counter.

They'd kissed dozens of times, but each time shocked Arthur. Someone loved him so thoroughly, someone found him attractive. It was enough to stun any man.

Parker was a damned good kisser.

The case wasn't doing well, they were scratching the bottom of the barrel for clues. Some things hit too close to home. They were both tense, they had to finish it quickly to put food on the table.

"Shit, English" Parker groaned.

Arthur hummed "Agreed"

Arthur bit his lip, willing away any tears. Parker caught notice, ever observant Parker. Always sniffing out when Arthur wasn't doing so hot.

"Can I help you get rid of any stress, love?" Parker said, full of care.

Arthur breathed "I would like that, yes." Parker smiled, and he smiled back.

Softly holding his head, Parker tilted his head up and kissed him.

Arthur held onto Parker like he was on the verge of falling. It felt so good being cared for like this. He let Parker kiss away his hurts.

They both relaxed in the embrace, finally a breath of fresh air.

Dollins and Parkthur Dollins and Parkthuuurrrrr yiippppeeeeeeeee for gay people

Posted a new fic!!

Really like this one, makes me feel bad for my boy Parker though. I was not kind to him

New Fic Uploaded!!

This has been in the making for awhile, and it's so gratifying for it to be finally published!!

A fanart of one of my favourite fluff bingyuan fanfic: Green Shadows by Zarasu on ao3 🌼✨️

“What?” Shen Yuan asked, a little breathlessly.

The boy pointed his chubby finger at the book in Shen Yuan’s lap. “What are you doing?”

“Oh.” Shen Yuan looked down at the book. “I’m, hm…” He threw another look at the boy. Maybe the other boy would be interested in playing with him? “I’m an explorer!”

The other boy’s smile faded and he looked at Shen Yuan intensely. “I thought you were a human?”

In which a oneshot fanfic where Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe were childhood friends.

Notes: Holy shit i was so eepy when i post this and when i woke up, i realized from yall that i linked the wrong fics lol 🧍‍♀️ Anyway, i updated it thx u everyone who notify me abt it 💀 lmaooo

People should start treating me like a popular fictional character so i know exactly how im perceived by everyone ever please and thank you

draw fanart of me and tell me in detail why you drew me that way

put me in fanfic and explain in great length why i was characterized that way

i need to understand why and how i am perceived immediately

not so i can change myself

but to know if im understood and because im a curious little bitch

I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

New fandom, new fanfiction

My brain: "U know what u need?"

Me: "Some peace and quiet? Dopamine?? A will to live???"

My brain: "Nah, hyper fixation on some silly monks and all and what could be!"

Me: "... Oh shit fam, u r so right!"

Or, to put it in other words: I have acquired a new fandom to hyper-fixate on and already started making way too convoluted and overachieving plans for a series of stand-alone fanfictions and wanted to (not so subtly) promote myself because, y'know, shamelessness on Tumblr and all.

Anyway - if you too won't be left alone by the thoughts of "Yes, but then WHATTT" when playing "The Pillars of the Earth", you might want to take a look at this teeny tiny clusterfuck of what-ifs and headcanons (more or less in character, if I dare say so myself). Oh look, there's already a first part!

Sooo - drop by! Let me know what you think! Or don't! And now, before I embarrass myself: Bye!

(Separate links under the cut, should the hyperlinks not link hyperly)

Aftermaths - Miss_LuniLup - Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth (Video Game), Kingsbridge Series - Ken Follett [Archive of Our Own]

Philip's Third Book - Miss_LuniLup - Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

I've walked these bare lands, I've hungered and I've screamed for mercy. And so, I decided to let the others feed upon my flesh like I did so many times before. (I write fanfiction for a rarepair)

@laireshi reblogged this from skyeedom and added:

Oh my god, okay, I saw your post when I woke up, but I literally couldn’t reply until now because I was just so overcome...

Aww, thank YOU for your hard work and for sharing. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! Like, seriously. You have no idea how much you've enriched my life! And I haven't even finished yet. Is it weird to hope that I never will? Because that will be the longest and most awful book hangover ever.

I'm staring with heart eyes right back at you. So glad you like it. It is basically inspired by you and dedicated to you. So, success!

I have fanart of your work and a written post dedicated to you in progress. For a while now. And then 616 day came and I just had to let a bit of my enthusiasm and love for you and your stories out. So, I actually kept myself short. Really.

Btw, I love all your otp tags??!!!! Stumbling upon some of the quotes in the comics was so wonderful, enlightening and OMG, THIS IS IT. THIS IS PERFECT. It is more than fitting and it immediately sets the mood. And wow, I love it!

Angsty Wednesday

anything by laireshi

“Just trust me,” Tony said, the mechanical voice of Iron Man making it seem emotionless.

“Trust is not something you would know about, Stark,” Steve said, and walked away.

And then it all went to hell.

(Comment: You can take the title quite literally. Not every piece is angst but I do recommend everything by @laireshi. Also, this is the very first fanfiction I’ve read by them. And down the rabbit hole I went. I used to be an unsuspecting MCU stony fan and then this. I regret nothing.)

Secrets and Surprises by laireshi

Tony’s preparing for his and Steve’s anniversary. The only issue? Steve realises that Tony’s hiding something and, given their history, suspects it’s something sinister.

first and last and always by laireshi

It's not like waking up from the ice. Steve has seen how this year came to be, has seen every day of the few decades that passed.

None of them seemed real, because it was wrong, so wrong.

(”There are more spoilery warnings at the end.”)

All That You Love, All That You Hate by laireshi

Director Stark is happily married to Steve Rogers. They have no secrets from each other, and quite a lot from the world—mainly that Steve Rogers is really The Captain, an infamous villain.

Unfortunately, the truly important secrets rarely stay hidden, and when Steve’s identity gets revealed, Tony will do anything to keep them both safe.

He’s a hero, but it might mean crossing a line that a villain would never even approach.

as long as we remember by laireshi

“Good morning,” Tony said, his voice very steady. The way he would greet a stranger.

They weren’t strangers.

Or: the incursions are solved, but nothing is quite right.

Lost Chances by laireshi  (TW: “Hydra Steve Rogers […], Suicidal Thoughts […], Rape Aftermath”)

“Did I hurt you?” Steve asks.

“No,” Tony says.

But Steve already knows what Tony lying to his face looks like.

Unmade by laireshi (TW: “Suicidal Thoughts […], Hydra Steve Rogers […], Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism”)

“He looked exactly like you,” Tony hears himself say. “I knew it wasn’t you, but he looked like you, so I believed he wouldn’t hurt me.”

Why is he telling Steve that?

“He told me you loved me,” Tony continues. Maybe he just wants it all to hurt. Maybe if it hurts enough, it’ll finally end once and for all.

Changes on our hands and on our faces by laireshi 

In the wake of the incursions, Steve and Tony face the end of the world together. They wake up separate, each of them faced with a version of the other they haven’t met before.

It might be a recipe for disaster, or it might just help them solve their issues.

(”There are warnings at the end.”)

To The End Of Love by laireshi 

Steve’s been married to Tony for years when the Stamford disaster happens and the Superhero Registration Act tears the superhero community apart. When Tony disagrees with Steve, Steve still expects Iron Man to follow him: he’s his best friend, for one, and he’s chosen to keep his identity a secret from everyone. But Iron Man also fights against him.

And then Steve smashes his faceplate open.

Stay With Me by laireshi 

He didn’t expect to hear a loud shot, and he didn’t expect to feel Tony’s warm blood mix with rain on his hands.

Heart With No Companion by laireshi  (TW: “Hydra Steve Rogers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con”)

Hydra Cap captures MCU Tony and thinks it’s a great idea to charm him into waking 616 Tony from his coma.

Conditional loop by laireshi

There are some sacrifices Steve isn’t willing to make, but with the Time Gem, he doesn’t have to.

(”There are some very spoilery for the fic warnings at the end.)

for none of them would save him by laireshi 

“I’m dead, in your timeline,” Tony said, not a question.

Steve shrugged, quiet and broken. “Everyone is.”

(“There are warnings at the end.”)

Security Measures by laireshi (TW: “Hydra Steve Rogers”)

Tony always trusted Steve with his override codes. This once, he shouldn’t have.

Amor Fati by citsiurtlanu

Tony Stark has always known what the words on his wrist are supposed to lead to. What he’s never known is who the words are for. 616 soulmate AU.

Enemy At The Gates by AvocadoLove

By the time Captain America was found and defrosted, the Chitauri had wiped out the entire state of New York, and Iron Man was the world’s most wanted villain.

(Written for the 2016 CapIron RBB)

Buy You A Mockingbird by jadedoll

Babyfic! When Tony unexpectedly becomes a parent, his world view drastically changes. And changes. Then it changes again. And then again.

Be No Stranger (All Your Saints and Soldiers Remix) by jibrailis

That's the twenty-first century love song, baby. Glitz and glamour and every one of us is a liar.

hi! i looooove your naruto art, and i was wondering if you had fic recs?

Hello there! Thank you so much!

(I wasn’t sure what you’re specifically interested in: Kakashi-Naruto dynamics, Kakashi raising Naruto, those two individual characters or Naruto fanfiction in general? But I’ll try my best!)

Here are some fanfics in which I either loved Kakashi, Naruto or both. Lastly, some general Naruto fic recs.

Dinner with the Special Assassination and Tactical Squad by pentapus

Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, 19k words, ANBU Kakashi; I love the ensemble writing, the world building, the characters, everything about this. “What if Kakashi wasn’t famous”

Genma held up a photo pinched between his first and second fingers. Iruka’s smile froze on his face. “What are you doing with this?”

Adoption by Defenestration; or, A Family Can Be A Fox Demon, Its Jinchuuriki, and Three Dozen Highly-Trained Assassins by elumish

Uzumaki Naruto & Yamato | Tenzou, 5k words

He will not be the ANBU who let the jinchuuriki plummet to his death out a fourth story window. Let that be another ANBU’s legacy.

Shrub Ninjas by elumish

Uzumaki Naruto & various ANBU “shrub ninjas”, 651 words

Naruto is five when he first notices the shrub ninjas.

What the Deep Sea is to a Puddle by LullabyKnell

Namikaze Minato & Hatake Kakashi & Uzumaki Naruto, 2k words

5+ AU Headcanons rambling (sort of) fic: Naruto + AU where Minato survives the sealing?

Last Orders by 100demons

Namikaze Minato & Hatake Kakashi, 837 words

Time is a funny thing, he thinks. For seven years, Kakashi lived in Minato’s shadow, bled for him, killed for him, fought for him. For fourteen years, Kakashi stood in front of Minato’s grave, remembering, aching, loving.

Kakashi drags his gaze up, the weight of twenty one years heavy on his chest, to meet his dead sensei’s eyes.

Speaking to Machines Who Listen Poorly by pentapus

Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, 7k words, AU-Sci-Fi, again with the A+ world building. 

Iruka didn’t know where he was or how he’d gotten here, but he knew Uchiha warships were very bad news. He resented the implication this stranger kept making that Iruka had done it to himself.

bloom where you are planted by blackkat

Hatake Kakashi/Ootsutsuki Asura, 1.5k words

Ashura stops to plant a few seeds and changes the course of destiny.

Similarities by sisaat

Uchiha Sasuke & Team 7, 1.6k words

Sasuke had been told before that he was a lot like Kakashi. He hadn’t believed it until he found himself reading Icha Icha Paradise in public.

a flower you’ve got to let grow by emlof  

Hatake Kakashi/Yamato | Tenzou, 4k words

Even after years of training, Yamato sometimes loses control of his mokuton when he’s hit with a particularly strong or unexpected emotion. It’s not usually a problem – just a little embarrassing, maybe.

Combine that with Team 7’s overactive imaginations, though, and there are bound to be some… misunderstandings.

now by chai_lattes

Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Sasuke, 1.5k words

“So, what are you going to do now?”Sasuke gets tea with his old teacher and thinks about his life now.

oh brother, by chai_lattes

Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, 1.5k words

Naruto couldn’t tell you the first time he ever met Sasuke, it felt like the other boy had always been in his life. Sasuke’s older brother, however, was a different story. The first time he met Itachi, they were six, and from that moment on, Naruto was convinced that Sasuke’s big brother was the scariest person in the world. Or: Sasuke thinks it’s finally time to tell Itachi he and Naruto are dating. Naruto is terrified.

The Pre-Legendary Sannin vs. Paperwork by LullabyKnell

Sarutobi Hiruzen & Tsunade & Orochimaru & Jiraiya, 2k words

The part of being a jounin-sensei that no one talks about is having to handle genin paperwork. If Hiruzen had known that having genin would increase his piles of personal hell, then he would have jumped out the window before anyone could assign him any. Good god, goddamn preteens are the worst.

Jealousy?

Golden rays of light glisten on her skin, her beautiful tanned, velvety smooth doll-like face making the room freeze to stare. “You look ravishing!” He muttered evil words branding my body with an unbearable fury that could rival Achilles’.

I watched as she lured my beloved into her seductive lies, my lips trembling at the mere thought of their bodies touching as I walked off not wanting to witness anymore. A grab at my hand prevented my leave as Alexander pulled me towards him, “Hephaestion why do you leave?” He asked cluelessly as I scoffed; my face a blood red as I glared at her from the corner of my eyes. I let out a sigh my eyes darting from her to him leaving my head foggy with a clenched fist.

“I want to be yours Alexander no I AM yours so why can’t you be mine?!” I roared at him my voice echoing across the delicately fabricated bedroom. The whore left the room unsettled by my tone I supposed as I bit my lip until blood was pouring avidly. “Heph… you know I love you.” My heart ached knowing he would try to deceive me yet again with his sweet but bitter words; I knew he was lying yet I succumbed to those thoughts with a frown, “Yet I am nothing but a second option to you?” My tone broken like an overused shield tired from battle.

Once again, I watched his pure blue eyes dull down - it’s ever glow dimming as his smile grew tired of stretching his cheeks leaving a sullen look on his face. I knew he was speechless, I had known him for so long he was my sun and me his moon, yet he didn’t falter or show anxiety. He put on a stern expression and let go of my arm, “I need options, Hephaestion, I thought you understood that.” He simply spoke with a quiet disappointment before leaving me alone to my crippling thoughts.