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Maybeee for a writing prompt... Magnolias, Shadowpeach first "date" except Nezha is there because they didn't call it a date and he's being protective of his Bàba (In the. I want to make sure this person makes you happy kind)?
This one was.. way too fun ngl lmao “I think he hates me, that kid of yours.” “What makes you say that?” “He wrote ‘get out of my house’ on my shirt last time. And today. He’s doing it right now.” (1.4k, complete with Nezha POV and some snappy remarks from an angsty teen)
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Nezha was not a patron of mercy nor was he one to listen to the pleading cries of the mortals who prayed for forgiveness at the temples of his worship; he was known for his cruelty toward men and women in petty behavior for what happened to him eons ago, some teenager brooding thrown in whenever another god would interfere and grant the mercy themselves—it was quite clear that his favoritism stretched for as many people as he could carry in one trip to and from the arcade downtown and, not including Bàba, that was limited to three people in the entire population of nine-thousand and eighty six.
Naturally, Nezha is knowledgeable of how he should behave in front of guests, treat them with respect and smile politely when they ask questions or comment something that doesn’t quite sit right with his own morals or opinions (the goal was, after all, to appear as human as possible and Xiaotian mused that it was uncommon for a teenage boy to kick an elderly man into a wall for commenting he disliked the taste of chocolate ice cream); so Nezha was well-aware that his behavior right now was lss that adequate towards the other figure sitting in front of him, strained smile on his face as the lotus demigod pours the twelfth creamer into the mug of coffee while maintaining a glaring eye-contact with the demon.
It shouldn’t have happened, this little meeting in the middle of the day during the calmest time of the hour, having to sit down in the booth of a restaurant with plates and forks and knives clicking against porcelain, the smell of breakfast and lunch mixing into each other and causing Nezha to grow more and more frustrated that the waitress was taking too long to come to their table for their order—this little event only happened because of a knock on the door during the best times of the day (movie hours) and Wukong foolishly got up instead of ignoring the call, and talked to the recipient on the other side. It piqued Nezha’s curiosity and he shuffled over to stand behind his father, flinching in disgust when he saw the six-eared traitor standing in front of their doorstep. A few words were exchanged and shortly Wukong was closing the door to Nezha’s relief—and then he walked right past the couch and slipped on a shirt to go along with one of the outfits he and Xiaojiao had picked out a few days prior, much to the god’s horror.
“Where are you going?” Nezha had hissed, hugging his blanket tighter as he followed the old King around with stomping steps, “We were in the middle of a good movie! A good one!”
“Uh,” Wukong threw him a look, raising a brow at the pink blanket that covered him with the same soft amusement the god was accustomed to by now, “I’m going out with Macaque.”
“No you are not,” he said defiantly, straightening his posture so as to only tilt his head back a tiny bit to glare up at the Sage.
“But I am, we’re going to get food—”
“Then I am coming too.”
When the two of them had finished their argument (a few words that were less than quiet were thrown out the window, along with a throw pillow gifted to them by one of the regular customers of the flower shop in town) Nezha trailed behind the two immortal monkeys, arms crossed over his chest for the first portion of the small descent down the temple grounds, his feet crossed as well, hovering over the ground with visibly disdain on his face. Red eyes narrowed; they had both just been lightly touching each other, a small brush of the hands and shoulders that didn’t set off any panic in the young immortal—as the walk continued on to the city though, they had both begun pressing closer and closer to one another, exchanging glances and what pushed Nezha into diving in between the two monkeys was the small lean forward of Macaque, murmuring something in his father’s ear—
“Good Gods, kid.” Macaque’s voice snaps him out of the memory, causing his hand to grip the empty creamer tightly enough for the plastic to pop, startling the patrons behind him with a light jump. The monkey smiles, a nervous quirk of the lips, “I don’t, uh, need that much.. Fuckin’ cream in my coffee.”
“Do you usually swear in front of the youth, Six-Ears?” Nezha spits back, dropping the small plastic ball onto the table and placing his arms as elegantly as possible on top, straightening himself and keeping his gaze fixed on the macaque. “How uncouth of you.”
“That’s—” Macaque shifts, leaning away slightly from the table and flicking his gaze over to where Nezha assumes Wukong is standing now (the Sage had gotten up to go greet a handful of friends from the city and, to his luck, Macaque had encouraged the gesture with a grin and a light voice, that of which Nezha was determined to purge by the end of this little “get together’) and then, with a sharp inhale, he turns back to Nezha, brows drawn into a frown. “Okay, we both know the real reason you’re pullin’ this is ‘cause you’re tryin’ to get something from Wukong. So, what is it? New game? Console? Motor parts?”
“I am not trying to trick Father into getting me something!” Nezha hisses, sounding way more offended than he would have preferred but, alas, the deed is done and he can feel his own flames burn underneath his skin and he spreads his lips into a thin line, urging them to cool down when he blurts out, out of place, “I just don’t want him to be spending his time with someone who doesn’t know how to wash properly!”
“Or you’re just a little shit, how about that?” Macaque grounds out, not even addressing the previous insults at this point.
“I do not think,” Nezha drawls, the scowl and disgusted expression settling easily on his face, “that you are doing this to be nice.”
“Oh, please, spare me.” The demon sits back against the booth, resting one arm on top of it and throwing his free hand in a wild gesture towards Nezha, his leg kicking the table lightly as he says, “You don’t think I’m good enough for him, is that it?”
Nezha blinks slowly. He brings a hand up to rest against his chest, softening his expression and watches as Macaque’s own face flashes with a mixture of confusion and regret, and the god feels a pang of victory as he pulls his lips into a thin smile and says, as softly as he can muster, “Macaque, that is not true.” A pause, and then, “I don’t think anyone’s good enough for him—especially the fucking idiot who threw paint at him and then proceeded to blame it all on him!”
“Oh, fuck off!” Macaque hisses, slamming his hand down on the table and Nezha’s counter sits right at the tip of his tongue, ready to be fired off and start a mini war in the middle of the family friendly restaurant with too high prices and too buttery pancakes when he sees his opponent flinch and squeeze his eyes shut.
Wariness dawns on Nezha and, then, he feels it too; years of living with an immortal god of trickery whose abilities and magics are vast and extensive means developing a sixth sense of sorts for the powerful aura that emits from said being, especially when it stands right next to the booth you’re sitting in, claws drumming calmly against the soft velvety cushion of the seats and Nezha doesn’t need to look up to know those golden eyes are close to turning red from either frustration or amusement. Still, he knows better, and slowly lifts his chin and greets Wukong with a murmured, “Hi, bàba,” smiling despite himself.
“Hey, Lotus,” Wukong says, returning the gesture with one of his own before nodding at the seats. Quickly, Nezha shuffles further into the booth and allows Wukong to slide in next to him, positioned right in front of Macaque now. Something churns bitterly at the pit of Nezha’s belly when Wukong comments happily, “I just got off the phone with Zhizhu, she’s taking Xiaojiao and Xiaotian to the garden event uptown.”
No.
Wukong lets out a light laugh, “We can spend the whole day together!”
Nezha purses his lips and flicks his gaze to Macaque’s face—they share a glare and only look away, pretending everything’s alright, when the waitress finally struts over to take their orders.
(When Macaque offers to pay, Nezha orders the most expensive foods. Just to be safe.)
When I’m with you, I’m in utopia
Genre: Romantic Fluff.
Characters: Malleus Draconia, GN!Reader, Lilia Vanrouge.
Summary: Wherein you and Malleus spend your first date skating and holding hands.
Warnings:
Malleus is OOC, excessively cheesy and smitten with the reader.
Lilia third wheeling and crashing your lovey dovey moment.
Part of the spring event, hosted by @briarvalleyarchives
.*･ﾟ
Standing in the middle of the ice rink, you stared at Malleus, awestruck and stunned at how he warmly smiled at the strangers around him.
Eyes filled with pure joy and adoration, you watched him skating with children of different ages.
A genuine smile graced your lips at the sight of him.
Before you crossed paths with him, you didn't know what it felt like to look at someone and smile for no reason.
After meeting him and letting him in your life, you were blessed to experience that feeling. Flowers started to blossom in the dustiest corners of your heart, and your smile was shining once again.
“Boo!” A pair of strong hands pushed you lightly from behind, startling you.
“Lilia!” you screeched, but before you could balance yourself, it was already too late.
With a light thud, you fell down on the icy ground.
Lilia’s playful laughter and childish giggles resonated over the massive place.
With a teasing grin, he waved a hand in the air and skated far away from you.
“Are you alright?” Malleus gracefully glided where you fell, making a smooth stop in front of you.
“I’m okay.” Looking up, you assured him with a timid smile.
“I thought you were good at this.” A soft chuckle erupted from him as he extended his hand.
“I used to be when I was a child.” you admitted sheepishly, taking his waiting hand in yours.
“Then let me teach you.” Malleus helped you get up, placing an arm around your shoulder.
“It’s fine. I’ll observe out there, and wait for you and Lilia.”
“You paid for this, sweetheart. Besides it’s crowded there. I can’t leave you out of my sight.”
“Oh god,” you blushed at his remark. “I won’t be far from your sight. I’ll be sitting on the bench over there.”
“Please allow me to guide you, my dear y/n. I don’t want our first date to go to waste.” Malleus tugged at your hands, pleading with his bright green eyes.
“I’m a clumsy learner though.” With an adorable pout, you finally gave in.
“Don’t worry about it. Even if you fall and trip a thousand times, I’ll gladly endure it.” A soft, heart-stopping smile painted his lips, a smile reserved for you only. “I promise you y/n, I won’t let go of you.”
A short silence suddenly swooped in upon realizing the weight of his last statement.
Nonetheless, he meant it. He really meant it.
Malleus looked the other way to calm his racing heart and regain his composure.
You on the other side set your head downcast, hiding your flustered, rose-tainted red cheeks.
The two of you went to an empty corner, doing nothing but holding hands and basking in each other’s closeness, comforting presence and gentle warmth.
To the crowd of onlookers, it was nothing but a simple and fleeting moment, but to you and Malleus it was more than that.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Malleus?”
“Looking at you like what, darling?” He asked, eyes glimmering with deep affection.
“Like you’re about to kiss me.” you blurted out, heart thumping and swooning at the way he looked at you.
Malleus tilted his head and smiled at you, the lights of a thousand suns dancing in his eyes.
People weren’t stars, but he was the most beautiful and brightest sun your eyes had ever gazed upon.
Letting go of his hand, you wrapped your arms around his neck, waiting to be kissed when a sharp gust of air blew in the midst of your sweet moment.
“How dare you ruin our first kiss!” Malleus snapped, throwing a piercing glare at the mischievous culprit.
“Hold my hand, too.” Lilia smiled innocently, outstretching his hands in a childish manner.
Sighing softly, you and Malleus took Lilia’s hands, spending the rest of the afternoon skating to your heart’s content, and trying different kinds of food from the snack bar.
Your first date might not be perfect, but it was well-spent with Malleus Draconia, the person you loved the most, and you won’t have it any other way.
nightbringer lesson 13 spoilers
solomon reacted very underwhelmingly so i wrote a little something something!! a little fix it drabble if you will C:
“MC’s awake?” “Are you sure?” “MC, are you okay?” “Don’t you ever do that again!” “We’re so glad you’re alright!”
Your head spins as the brothers crowd you, their words spinning around you like a tornado you can’t escape from. Shaking your head wildly in an attempt to block out the voices, you stumble out of bed and slap the hands that reach for you away.
“Solomon—Where is Solomon?” you rasp, glancing around the room, “I need to see him.”
You don’t wait for an answer as you shove past the roaring crowd of demons and stumble into the hall, head on a swivel as you try desperately to catch a glimpse of white hair or a shitty grin or even a whiff of that woodsy rain smell to prove that he was here and that he’d come back—
You look to your left again, and there he is. He’s carrying a few books, ones you can only guess were for breaking the curse placed upon you.
“Solomon!” you cry out, and he drops the books and stares, eyes wide as you run over to him like he’s all you’ll ever need, and he wants to be that for you so much—
He trips over his own two feet as he opens his arms, rushing towards you with equal fervor. You crash into him and sob brokenly, clutching him like he’s nothing more than a wispy apparition that’ll disappear if you loosen your grip for a second. Solomon buries his face in the crook of your neck, gripping the back of your head and slamming his eyes shut. His other hand crushes you against him, pressing against the now-exposed flesh of your lower back as he dips under your shirt. You let him touch you, feel your warmth, and silently reassure him that you’re back, you’re alive and you’re still you. There is still blood in your veins, your heart is still beating, and even if you never woke up again your heart would always belong to him.
“Fuck.” he cries softly, so softly you’re sure nobody else heard it but you, “You’re okay. You’re okay. I was so scared, I didn’t know what to do but I—fuck, I’m so glad you’re okay.”
You shush him to the best of your ability, pressing a myriad of kisses across every patch of skin you can reach. He’s warm, just like you, and you can’t help but cling even tighter to him.
“I love you, I love you, I love you—” you chant, hands darting over his entire body just to make sure you aren’t dreaming and that he’s really here and—
“Can I kiss you? Please?” Solomon begs, looking frantic as he drags his hand across your cheeks.
“If you don’t, I think I’ll die.” you choke out.
That’s all it takes for Solomon to yank you into him again, sealing your lips with his. he kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to, he kisses you like you’ll die tomorrow, he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you—
He gasps when you break apart, chest heaving and eyes watery. He doesn’t wait another second to catch his breath before he dives right back in, kissing you again.
I'm going to start posting my Moody Blues, Justin Hayward and John Lodge edits here hopefully to reach my target audiences quicker
This is my best edit by far
I love this man with all of my heart, I truly do
(it should've been me, not Kirsten)
I absolutely love John Lodge (loving him is my whole personality at this point)
Reblog if you love John
It doesnt matter which one, just reblog if you love him
Just some Tony Hicks gifs I made last night
I found this template through a friend and OMG
Karl Grove is a gay icon.
“Never be cruel, never be cowardly.”
Twice upon a Time - 2017
23rd November - Happy Birthday, Doctor Who!
I see Himbo Worship posts left and right but no one seems to want to honor the one who originally fought for Himbo Rights
