#I WANT TO SEE HIM WEAR THAT ON STREAM AGAIN I DIED LAUGHING

[kairoot]

⟢ — 6:11 pm. | 니키.

⟢ pairing : niki x black!fem!reader ➖ genre : fluff, established relationship ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing, nicknames, joking around ➖ wc: 952.

SECTION SONG: poetic justice by kendrick lamar & drake / mary jane by mary j. blige

with all the yelling coming from the living room, it made you wonder what could possibly cause your boyfriend to be so loud. making your way into the cozy setting, your eyes are instantly set on niki.

all of his fancy equipment for his streams had been set up, the camera facing him. you stood in a near corner, watching the live chat.

“should i do a stream with heeseung hyung, everyone?” your boyfriend questioned his viewers, not noticing you in the back. he mumbled out, reading the responses from everyone.

‘is that y/n??’ one comment read.

niki furrowed his brows in confusion, “y/n? where- oh.”

he looked at you through the camera before turning around in his seat. he beckoned for you to come sit with him, a smile forming on his face.

“hey, baby.”

you sent a small wave before walking toward him with small steps. his smile grew wider as you came closer to him, his arm coming to wrap around your waist.

‘IT IS Y/N RAHHH’

‘MOTHERRRR’

‘she’s here!!!’

every comment lit up with your name when you came into frame. niki turned back to the camera, still wearing the same grin.

“my baby’s here~ isn’t she pretty, chat?” he asked, placing a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt by your beauty. you bit back your smile, suddenly feeling bashful.

niki patted his leg, signaling for you to take a seat in his lap. he planted a kiss on the corner of your lips and your jaw, now wrapping both arms around your middle. his hand came to rest against your leg, stroking it with his thumb.

you sent a wave to everyone again, a small smile appearing.

‘SHE’S SO CUTE KI’

‘PLEASE I NEED HER’

niki chuckled at his fan’s reactions, scooting his chair closer to the screen.

“what’re you playing, bubba?” you asked softly, your arm coming to wrap around his shoulder. his heart jumped at the use of the nickname while he bit his lip to hide another smile.

“fnaf, since everyone wanted to see it. you wanna play?” his gaze flickered to you.

you gave him an unsure look, watching him play a horror game sounded like a bad idea but the thought of playing it yourself was even worse.

“i don’t know, ki..”

“c’mon, babe. it’ll be fun!” he whined, resting his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look. you sighed, giving into him. he did a mini celebratory dance, going on his monitor to load the game.

“i’m only doing this for the stream by the way.” you blew a kiss to the camera, giggling.

niki scoffed dramatically, glaring at you.

“not because you love me?”

“uh-uh.” you smirked, taunting him. he raised an eyebrow before reaching down to tickle your sides. you attempted to scramble away from his wriggling fingers, squeals and giggles escaping you.

“you don’t love me, ma?” he spoke into your ear, continuing his antics. this only caused you to laugh more, the feelings of his lips adding onto the tickly sensation.

“..no.” you said between laughs causing him to tickle your sides faster.

“you do love me, say it.” he leaned over to pepper kisses against your cheek. his fingers stopped digging into your sides as one hand rested against your tummy and the other back on your thigh.

“okay, okay,” your giggles died down as you attempted to catch your breath.

“i love you.”

niki hummed in approval, his face coming closer to yours. your hand rested against his jaw, closing the gap between the two of you. his plush lips rested on yours in a long kiss, smiling into it.

your eyes opened before the kiss turned into a makeout of some sort, pulling away from your boyfriend’s lips to face the camera again.

“i completely forgot this was here.” you pursed your lips in embarrassment, skimming through the comments. niki turned back to the livestream, a giddy grin painted over his features.

‘WOAHHH???’

‘what kind of romcom did i just watch’

“so sorry, everyone. niki can’t control himself.” you shrugged, purposely putting the blame on him. he gave you an offended look before going to look at the comments again, one in particular standing out to him.

‘you two need to get a room’

niki rolled his eyes before clicking the ‘play’ button on the game, picking a level for you.

“heeseung, you’re just mad cause you’re a loner.”

niki’s comment made you land a stinging smack on his back, causing him to groan loudly.

“what? it’s true!”

“that’s not nice.” you moved his hand away from the computer’s mouse, taking over the controls. he pouted slightly, mumbling something else about his hyung.

“wait, isn’t this ‘the joy of creation’? this is the scariest one!” your face contorted with fear. niki sat behind you, snickering.

“babe, this is definitely not the scariest one.”

“you’re lying.”

he chuckled, wrapping both arms tightly around your waist. he drew shapes on your thighs, watching you start the game. you flinched at almost every sound throughout the level.

the stream flooded with comments about how cute you were and why niki would make you play such a scary game. he responded to some of them, cracking jokes most of the time.

your eyes remained on the screen ahead of you, not wanting to be distracted. that was until one of the animatronics popped up onto the screen, causing you to jump back against your boyfriend’s chest, letting out a yelp.

he let out a cackle as you hid your face in his chest, heart rate increasing.

you frowned, shoving his shoulder gently.

“that wasn’t funny, i could’ve had a heart attack.”

⟢ milan’s note: first post of 2024! 🥳💗 how we feeling? happy new year to everyone! i hope you have another great year! got sleepy while posting and writing this so it’s obviously not proofread. inspo by tae @telail cause i loved her jongho fic with the live stream & gaming. i was also watching kai cenat yesterday so ig i got the livestream idea from that too 🤔

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[sinon36]

Simon Riley x biker!reader HC (neutral reader)

Warnings: short drabble written during the commute to uni, mistakes (as per usual), riding without a helmet (please wear appropriate protection when engaging in dangerous activities), bikers being hot as f..., you can't change my mind

Enjoy

- you cut him in traffic one day, he has to press hard on the brakes to avoid you, a stream of curses leaving his covered mouth

- he gives chace after you, in a moment of unexepected road rage, so rare to see such raw display of emotion from the mountain of a man

- he catches up to you at a gas station

- he comes toward you with full intent on ripping you a new one

- you take your helmet off and tilt your pretty head in amusement

- he loses it on you

- you just laugh in his face 'bloody right I did. You drive like an old lady'

- he's stunned, never had he get this kind of reaction from anyone, except his colleagues in 141, who are like brothers to him

- he knows he's intimidating

- he knows he could twist your pretty neck right there and there

- but your stance is countering all his desire for violence

- your hands rest on your hips, head tilted, weight rested on one foot, as if to say 'you done?'

- he gets silent, panting with annoyance and adrenaline from earlier

- you huff a laugh and leave him there as you walk inside to pay and buy a snack

- when you return you find a small white piece of rectangular paper

- he left you his number followed by a small drawing of a skull

- you huff a small laugh the audacity

- but you take it and put it in your breast pocket and ride off

- you send him a message

- it's the emoji of a red motorcycle 🏍️

- you don't get a reply until weeks later

- it's the skull emoji 💀

- you smile at that, but don't indulge him anymore

- he has your number now, he can make a move if he wants, you're done chasing after men

- and a move he makes

- another message follows a month later

- no greeting, no sweet talk, just some coordinates and a date and time, little skull at the end

- you grin, it's on, old man

- you meet him there

- there being the most beautiful place in the British isles

- a parking lot at the curve of the road, high up on the hillside

- the city sparkles in the distance

- you seat with him at the wooden bench and table

- you talk, it's a forth an back, light banter fills the night air

- he's not putting pressure on you, he just enjoys your presence

- it's refreshing

- you depart on the promise that you'll see each other again, when he's in town

- a while passes until you meet again

- it's as unexpected as the firs time

- he's just leaving base quietly listening to his colleagues plans for the off time they got

- you're riding your bike stopping at the red light in the intersection

- your bent over position and tight leather suit catch the attention of the men

- one of them, a tall bulky Scott sporting a close-cropped mawhawk whistles in apreciation

- the engine rumble and the music in your earphones prevent you from hearing the lewd sound

- simon spots imediately, eyes shrouded in recognition, an infenetly small change that other wise anyone would overlook

- Johnny has a keen eye and a fascination with his Lt. Making him much more interested in noticing such traitorous change in the stoic man's posture

- Johnny starts commenting on the hooked stare to your form, Kyle's attention piques at that

- but the comment dies on his lips as you turn, visor pointed at the group

- and then you wave at them, at Simon, but the two sergeants don't know that

- not until the massive shadow moves toward you ignoring his companions protests, brown eyes glued to you

- the moment he gets near your bike you pat the seat behind you

- Simon barely has time to get his feet on the stands, grabbing your waist by instinct, which, due to his far taller stature makes him fold his body flush against yours, one hand on the gas rezervoir and one hand snaked around your stomach

- the light turns green and you turn the acceleration lurching you forward

- both Johnny and Kyle remain dumbfounded at the events witnessed, not quite believing the reality at this point

- they turn to look at eachother, shock plastered on their handsome faces

- 'steaming jesus' the utterance hangs in the air

- they will make their personal mission to find out more about the mysterious rider that just whisked their superior from under their noses

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 6

a/n: It’s a little less fluffy.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1500 ish

Summary: Jake and Kisses talk about their pasts.

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Netflix’s ‘are you still watching’ screen had long since timed out and was now flashing through images of the various shows on the streaming service. Tucked under Jake’s arm and wedged between his body and the back of your couch you watch the changing light from the TV flicker across his face. He is gazing down at you as he runs his fingers up and down your back

“You know, I’ve been with you every evening for the last two weeks,” Jake said, breaking the silence. “When did you stop going to your therapy mandated one hour weekly bar socializing sessions?”

“When some weirdo I met at a bar three months ago tracked me down at work two weeks ago.” you grin up at him as his eyes light up. 

“He sounds like a creep, you should stay away from him.” 

“Yeah I should, but unfortunately he is really good looking so I went and gave him my number and my address.” You shrug, “I can’t get rid of him now.” 

“Good looks are a blessing and a curse.” Jake sighs dramatically and you lean up to kiss his chin. 

“It’s ok that you stopped, though, right?” Jake looks down at you, “I don’t want to… I don’t know, impede your progress, or something.”

“It’s ok, she wanted me to go out and meet someone.” You grin up at him, “When I see her tomorrow she will probably be more excited than you were when I gave you my number.” 

“Not possible.” he declares. “That was the best day of my life.” You snort at his response.

“Do you want to know why?” You shift so you can rest your chin on his chest. “You can ask, you know.” 

“You’ll tell me when you are ready.” Jake shrugs, “I’m in no rush and you’re worth waiting for.” He goes back to running his fingers up and down you back. 

“I want you to know. Long story long?” You ask, “or long story short?”

“Long story long,” he replies. You take a deep breath. You want Jake to know, but sharing always gives you a weird feeling, like you are looking for pity. Part of you wants to just info-dump the story and move past it. You are also unsure of how he will respond. 

“I started dating my high school boyfriend, Ian, at seventeen,” you tell him on your exhale. “We lived outside Seattle and almost our whole friend group ended up moving there for university.” His eyes are searching yours and you turn your head so your ear is pressed against his chest. The steady beat of his heart is soothing and it is easier to talk without looking at him.

“We got engaged at twenty-three and had the whole wedding planned for when I was twenty-five.” Your breath is shaky as you inhale again. “My mother got really sick about four months before the wedding.” You blink and a tear hits Jake's shirt. “Breast cancer, it was already Stage 4 when they found it and she died about two months later.” You sniff and wipe your eyes. “My father was devastated. He had a heart attack and died about a month after my mom.”

“Oh, Kisses,” Jake wraps both arms more firmly around you and holds you close. “I’m so sorry.” 

You relax into his arms, allowing yourself to be held. “They were pretty good parents as far as parents go.” you look up at him. “They had rules and all, but everything was done with humor.” You smile in memory. “Every rule had some kind of dire and completely unrealistic consequence if it wasn't followed. They would tell me to wear my coat in the winter or I would freeze solid and they would turn me into a Christmas lawn ornament and leave me out there until spring, stuff like that. There was a lot of laughter growing up.”

“Must be where you get it from," he says. 

“Yeah,” you say sadly. “Not gonna lie, you brought some of that back.” You put your head back on his chest. “We postponed the wedding for a year. The vendors were surprisingly good about it.” 

“Ian and Beth, my best friend since the second grade, got me through their deaths.” You laugh humorlessly. “I remember feeling so lucky that my fiancé and my BFF got along so well.” I started seeing Jenn, my therapist, and I was doing a lot better. 

“A month before the second wedding date Ian and Beth were killed by a drunk driver when Ian was driving her home one night.”

“Oh, Kisses–” Jake goes to speak but you cut him off.

“That's not the best part.”

“The best part?” 

“I mean you could also call it the worst part,” you sit up and look at Jake. “She was giving him a blow job when they were hit.” Jake’s jaw drops and he is staring at you with a horrified expression. “Yeah,” you say wryly. “It turns out they had a little thing going on since high school. All our friends knew but no one told me; I don’t talk to anyone from home anymore.”

“How did you find out?” Jake sits up too, arm resting on the back of the couch.

“The police told me. I was with his parents when I found out and I just started laughing hysterically. They were so mad at me for laughing. I just stood up and walked out of their house. Didn’t help cover the funeral or anything, just left and cut contact.”

“Is that when you moved here?” Jake's eyes are searching your face. 

“No, I stayed in Seattle for about a year.” You tell him. “The really funny thing is that it turns out I was the sole beneficiary for one hell of a comprehensive accidental death insurance policy, and since the other driver was speeding and three times over the legal limit when his truck hit their car it paid out in full.”

Jake whistles under his breath. “At least you got something out of it.”

“That’s the way I choose to see it. His parents were upset that kept it all, but I feel like I've earned it.” You shrug, “Money doesn't buy happiness but it did make me feel a little better, it paid for lots of therapy in any case.”

“So after a year of me complaining about Seattle, Jenn asked me why I didn't just move. So I applied for every library position I could find in the country and got hired here and moved to San Diego. We do video call sessions now.”

“For what it is worth, I am so happy you ended up here.” Jake takes your hand in his, kissing your palm. 

“Me too,” you grin shyly at him. “I was here for four months before Jenn talked me into going out to bars to socialize. I had been going every week for about two months when I met you. And I played our song.”

Jake makes a face. “In the Navy is not our song, we can’t dance to In the Navy at our wedding.”

“Wow….  You are jumping the gun a bit there with your wedding talk, but we can dance to any song we want at our wedding, if you are not a coward.” You tell him with a grin. 

“I’ll find a better song for us,” Jake assures you. 

“What kind of experience do you have picking out songs for your relationships? I want to make sure I am trusting an expert.” You tell him.

“I’ll have you know I picked Taylor Swift's Our Song for me and my high school girlfriend.” Jake says smugly. “I’m practically the authority on relationship songs.”

“That song’s a little on the nose. How did that relationship end?” You ask, “Did the song play a role in the downfall?”

“No, with Stacy and I, it was very amicable.” Jake smiles fondly. “She was my neighbor and we started dating when we were like fourteen. We broke up after graduation when we realized that what we wanted from our future careers would not fit together. She is a professional barrel racer now and happily married to a team roper.” 

“Did you grow up on a farm, Jake Seresin?” You're grinning ear to ear, trying to picture him in a cowboy hat. Maybe holding a calf.

“No, we lived next door to Stacy's parents' horse ranch.” He says, “Our families are pretty close. I even went to her wedding where we danced to Our Song for old times sake, proving that I pick good songs.”

“Then I shall leave our song choice to the professional,” you tell him dramatically.

You stretch and check your watch, it reads 2:30AM. “It’s too late to drive,” you tell him. “Do you wanna stay the night?” He looks up at you in surprise, it's the first time you have invited him to stay over. 

“Yeah,” his voice sounds hoarse and he clears it. “Yes, I do.”

“Then come on,” You take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. You try to hide how fast your heart is beating, but when his fingers shift over the pulse in your wrist and stay there you are sure he knows.

“Do I get to finally see those PJs you described to me the other day?”

You laugh, “No, I’ll save that mystery for another day, you will get to see the sloth PJs. though.”

[steviesbicrisis]

Steddie with Nurse!steve

I can’t get out of my head the idea of Steve becoming a nurse.

Most likely he doesn’t even see college as an option, so when someone (Robin) suggests becoming a nurse, he laughs it off with “I need college to do that” and “that’s a woman’s job”.

After being kindly smacked for saying that (Robin again), he starts to think about it more seriously.

He does it when he babysits his favorite fifteen year olds, when he helps Lucas out after a minor basketball injury, but especially whenever he’s taking care of Eddie’s battlefield wounds.

He feels a sense of pride and accomplishment every time he changes his bandages, helps him out with simple tasks or relieves him from the pain, but he also grows frustrated when Eddie has symptoms he has not the knowledge to recognize and has to take him to the doctors for check ups.

«Why not a doctor?» He asks Robin one day, completely out of the blue.

«You hate doctors» she replies, after one second of astonishment.

«Do I?»

«Yes??? Don’t you remember how pissed you were when we brought Eddie to the hospital and you kept cursing at them?»

«They were all assholes! None of them cared about him, even if he was half dead! They barely spoke to any of us, and he stayed for like, a month??»

«They were fine, they helped him right?»

«It wouldn’t kill them to be a little kinder…”»

«… like a nurse?»

Steve flips her off and she laughs.

Contrarily to any prediction, he tells Eddie first.

He doesn’t want to give Robin any chance to say “I told you so” before being 100% sure about his choice. He and Eddie got insanely closer since Steve decided to take care of him until he got back in shape, and after that their routine was so entangled that felt more natural to keep it up.

Steve knows they’re weirdly attached to one another, he drives Eddie everywhere, they spend the night at each other’s places, they sleep in the same bed, they talk about the smallest things to their deepest thoughts and fears. Every time his minds wonders about their dynamic, Steve brushes it off as “Platonic with a capital P” like what he has with Robin, but he’s lying to himself.

He doesn’t look at Robin the way he does with Eddie, he doesn’t think about holding hands with her and well, kissing her. But he knows he can’t do any of that, so he buries these thoughts and hides them under the “platonic with a capital P” like he did with Robin months ago.

They will go away, he hopes.

«I’m thinking about becoming a nurse» he says, casually one day. They’re hanging out in Eddie’s trailer, lazily sprawled on the couch.

Eddie sits up, rigid, and looks at him like he has grown a second head.

«Eddie?»

«I fucking hate you» Eddie bursts «do you enjoy making me suffer?»

Steve is absolutely shocked by the reaction «w-what?»

«taking care of me daily like I had a hot personal nurse wasn’t enough?? You want to do the real thing? I bet it’s because of some selfless reasons like “I wanna help others” “think about the kids” and all of that bullshit» he gets up, pacing around the small space as he speaks «it was hard enough to make sure you wouldn’t notice how it made me feel- fuck, you’re going to wear the uniform to? Fucking hell-»

Steve stands up as Eddie is pouring out every single thought he had bottled up, pretty much like Steve Did, probably not realizing fully what he is doing.

Steve steps closer while Eddie is too busy with his stream of consciousness to notice «-just a poor man Stevie, what can I do when you take off my shirt and touch me everywhere? I even dream about it! And I don’t know why I’m telling you this and why are you so close I told you I-» his sentence dies as Steve presses their lips together.

The kiss effectively shuts him up, not that Steve wasn’t enjoying the heated confession, but knowing they feel the same about each other, he doesn’t want to waist one second more.

Bonus:

«are you ready?»

«no I’m not» Eddie groans, sitting on the bed «just come out already»

Steve steps into their bedroom, wearing his nurse uniform for the first time.

«Fuck!» Eddie groans, dramatically throwing himself on the bed. He brings a hand over his heart «help! I’m having a stroke, I need a hot nurse to do CPR on me!»

Steve laughs «there’s so many wrong things with everything you said I don’t know where to begin» but he leans down to kiss him nonetheless.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[17.49]

― pairing : Chris x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, gamer au, drabble, mentions to overwatch, explicit language, oral sex (f recieving), unprotected sex, established relationship ― word count : 2.099

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

«Hurry up, Chris.» you whined to yourself as you were wearing your headphones and adjusting the microphone in front of you; streaming videogames was one of your favourite hobbies and you managed to stream a couple of hours a day as soon as you got home from work.

Honestly, you were more than thankful to your boyfriend, Chris, offering you to be the admin of your gaming channel and therefore, sitting next to you during all your streams. Despite the fact that you started constantly streaming more than six months ago, the fact that an unknown number of people was watching and sometimes judging your gaming skills was enough to make you nervous and slightly worsen your aim.

Chris shared the same passion as you did, and your gaming set up included two almost identical gaming postation and therefore, this meant that not only he could sit next to you, but also monitor the viewers’ comment just in case someone was disrespectful enough to be banned. It was undeniable that you found his presence soothing; he would place a hand on your thigh to signal that the live had started - since you couldn’t see the live delay for yourself and, as soon as it was finished, he would kiss you while praising you with a wide and sincere smile, saying you did great. 

Somehow, Chris managed to make everything seem less intimidating, and you were genuinely thankful for his daily presence in your life.

«What if I mess up and try to counter Winston with Genji?» you  left yourself sink into the chair, re-adjusting your pyjama shorts – you honestly didn’t bother to dress up nicely beside your shirt, as you heard a light chuckle coming from next to you.

«Prepare yourself to be banned by the whole community of gamers.» Chris answered with a playful smile as he put on his headphones as well; you groaned to yourself, making him laugh at your reaction.

«Come here, sunshine, let me give you a good luck kiss.» Chris pulled your chair to his, and you immediately leaned in to peck his lips in a quick but soft manner; you sighed, feeling content with your boyfriend’s constant display of attention. However, Chris felt like he wanted more, and he wasn’t sure he could wait for your streaming to end.

«Hi, everyone!» you said as soon as Chris placed his hand on your thigh, staring into the camera with a bright smile on your face, «So many games came out this week, but I didn’t know what to stream! I guess for today we’ll settle for some quick plays on Overwatch until I decide what to actually buy.» you laughed, blushing a bit.

The stream started smoothly, you would miss some kills due to your nervousness, but Chris gently patting your leg or your elbow anytime you died helped yourself not to feel too frustrated about it.

«I know you’re about to come for my head,» you joked, focused on changing your character, «but I’m going to try walking this path again, this time with a sniper, because don’t we all love a bit of thrill.» you said, leading your character on the route where you died in silly ways at least four times, completely unaware about Chris’ sudden mischievous smirk.

Eventually, you felt Chris’ hand on your thigh; you glanced at him, just to see if anything was wrong or people were really spamming the comment section because “playing a sniper on Nepal’s control map is just unacceptable”, but he simply shook your head, showing you a playful and innocent smile.

The more the game went on, the more you tried not to focus on the fact that Chris’ hand was slowly inching higher on your thigh, making your skin immediately feel warm at the contact; you could feel his eyes fixed on you rather than the screen, and anytime you glanced at him, he’d squeeze your thigh and shook his head in a silent signal that everything was okay.

Chris’ hand was dangerously close to the hem of your loose pyjama shorts, he knew it, but he couldn’t stop himself from the desire to touch you; Chris was perfectly aware about the fact that you tensed up, and he was also perfectly aware that you were sensitive, but he wanted to have a little bit of fun.

As you felt Chris’ thumb stroke your thigh while applying a slight pressure every now and then, you knew it was not unintentional; your eyes widened, noticing what your boyfriend was up to. Your leg accidentally twitched, causing Chris’ hand to slide a little bit higher; you sent him a panicked look, but your boyfriend answered with a wink and a playful smile.

Only then, you understood how mischievous Chris looked in that very moment: messy hair in which he kept running his hands, and his pyjama shirt slightly unbuttoned; this small distraction caused you to die once again, the loud noise of an enemy’s special attack startling  you and inevitably drawing your attention back to the game.  

“Okay love,” you thought, “two can play this game” you jolted, trying to keep a neutral expression as you felt his Chris’ hold tighten on your inner thigh, hoping that he wouldn’t try anything in front of 900 viewers. Once again, you were perfectly aware about the microphone only few inches from your mouth, recording perfectly every hitch of your breath anytime Chris dared some bolder move as massaging his thigh.

You knew that at this point, the views probably dropped, since you couldn’t focus due to the growing wetness in your pants. “This is surreal,” you thought trying to chase an enemy player, “I can’t get turned on from this,” you managed to counter his attack and proceed straight to the point yet to conquer. All the hopes you held were short lived, as soon as you felt Chris’ hand taking advantage of the fact that your legs were spreaded – damn you and your habit of sitting in weird ways, just to place the palm of his hand directly on your wetness; your leg twitched and your knee accidentally slammed under the desk.

«Shit!» you exclaimed, «Sorry everyone, I kinda got startled by Genji screaming in my ear.» you lied, fully aware of the blush entirely covering from your face to your neck.

As you sent Chris another panicked look, your breath slightly quickened and your heart was hammering in your chest so loudly that you could confuse it for a game sound effect; Chris, however, simply winked you once again, his hold tight and unwavering. Luck was on your side, because as soon as you felt Chris’ hand sliding inside your shorts, the match also ended.

«Okay, today live ends here!» you announced, not planning to end it so soon, but you certainly couldn’t keep streaming when Chris  was teasing you like that in front of everyone.

«Thanks everyone for following me today, see you in two days, same time! Bye!» you smiled cheerfully trying to ignore Chris slightly palming his growing erection with his head thrown on the chair, before turning everything off: live, webcam, microphone.

«Okay love, we can log out, and also» you whispered taking off your headphones, «what the hell was that for?» Having gotten what he was aiming for, Chris’s mouth was now stretched into a full grin and his attention directed completely towards you; his hand was still between your legs, but now he was applying more pressure to it, knowing well the effect it had on you.

«Your fans are absolutely right, sunshine,» he said, removing his hand from you for a brief moment, enough for him to stand up and balance himself on the armrests of your chair, pinning you against it and leaning towards you, «You look absolutely gorgeous today, I couldn’t wait to have you all for myself.» Chris’ lips inched towards you with a slow pace, and you waited for him to kiss you with parted lips and a hammering heart, anticipating the moment; as soon as your lips were few millimetres apart, he suddenly tilted his head, his lips busy tracing abstract patterns on your neck as he gently spreaded your legs using his.

«Are you sure you turned everything off?» Chris asked, sitting between your spreader legs and caressing your inner thighs in a rough manner, his fingertips toying with the elastic band of your pyjama; you glanced at the screen with a panicked look, and nodded as soon as you saw that you were completely offline.

As soon as Chris saw your affirmative response, he slid both your shorts and your underwear off your legs, licking his lips with a victorious smile at the sight of you already on the verge to fall apart when he still didn’t do anything. Chris knew the effect he had on you, and he loved to take advantage of it; wearing rings on his hands, bracelets, it was not casual, they were simple details which would focus your attention to certain places and he loved seeing you getting flustered because of it. Especially, he loved when he could feel your body shiver as a reaction to the cold metal of his rings encountering your hot skin.  

«Chris!» you whined, as you felt his lips attaching on your clit and eagerly sucking on it; your hands flew in his soft brown hair and he moaned against your wetness, eager to please you and to hear your moans in return, knowing that he was the cause of your bliss.

Chris wasted no time in teasing you, and immediately his tongue was occasionally alternating kitten licks to more rough movements, his tongue flat and spreading your wet folds already clenching around nothing thanks to the desire that rapidly built up inside you. Chris fingertips reached out, spreading your folds so that he could draw abstract shapes against it while using the tip of his tongue, making you whimper at the need of further contact.

However, by now, Chris knew your body language and purposely avoided to give you what you were silently asking for; you jolted forwards, feeling your legs shake as Chris experimentally moaned against your wetness, and since he was pleased with your reactions, he simply decided to add it as well to the mix.

Quickly, you reached out to unbutton your shirt, feeling like it was getting a bit too hot in the room to be so overdressed; you took the opportunity to push your wetness even more into Chris’ face, which in response sucked on it a little more eagerly at the sight of one of your hands playing with your nipple and your chest rising and fall in quick, uneven intakes of breaths.

«Fingers,» you whimpered, «I want your fingers.» you pulled his face closer to you by the hold you had on his hair; you were close, but you wanted to come at least around Chris’ thick fingers scissoring and curling inside you.

«You’ll take what I give you.» Chris’ voice was hoarse and husky, and he detached from you just enough to answer your plead, before starting once again to lap at your parted folds; choking on a whine, you nodded at Chris’ sudden rough behaviour, before glancing down, and finally noticing that Chris was also busy touching himself while pleasuring you.

The sight of his fist tightly wrapped around his length in quick and sharp movements – while the silver bracelet he always wore was dancing around his wrist, mixed to the feeling of his mouth stimulating you, made you rapidly approach your orgasm. Calling for Chris’ name as if it was a prayer, your body shook, your muscles quickly tensing up and relaxing in a rapid succession, and Chris never stopping his motions of eagerly sucking on your clit until you eventually started to tremble in overstimulation. You were sure that your wetness was dripping on your gaming chair, but your eyes were locked on Chris, which sat back with his cheeks flushed red, leaning his weight on his hands as his pyjama pants were loosely hanging around his thighs, his length still hard and obviously begging for attention and release.

«If we don’t fuck within the next minute I’ll go insane,» you panted, your legs still spreaded and the sensation of your orgasm still lingering on your body; Chris agreed, nodding few times, before quickly glancing behind himself.

«On my gaming chair?» Chris asked, rising his eyebrow at you.

«On your gaming chair.» you nodded immediately, and you both moved to stand up at the same time.

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[madrone33]

So, I've been re-reading the Deltora Quest books for the first time in years because my obsession with them has recently been revived (just finished Valley of the Lost), and man, I don't think I realised before just how, like, absolutely devoted Lief is to getting rid of the Shadow Lord and freeing Deltora. It's especially apparent in the first few books.

The Belt is basically all that matters to him. Not even finding the Heir is more important, honestly the heir is very much secondary to the Belt. They're just the person who will put on and activate the Belt's magic; they are a means to an end. His own life is secondary to the Belt - which isn't to say he's not afraid of dying, he really really is, but when shit gets real and it looks like this is the end, his thoughts almost always go to the Belt. Just like the heir, Lief thinks of himself as a means to an end. (Which is ironic, seeing as how he is the heir.) Lief will make the Belt, and the heir will wear the Belt, but it's the Belt itself that matters most to him. Because it's the Belt that will save them.

'Do not worry about me,' Lief whispered, trying to keep his voice steady and calm. 'Nothing matters but that we seize the gem. If I die in the attempt, it will not be your fault. You must take the Belt from my body and go on alone, as you have wished.'

I must prepare myself for death, Lief thought. But he could only think of the Belt around his waist. If he was killed here, the Belt would lie forgotten with his bones. The gems would never be restored to it. The heir to the throne of Deltora would never be found. The land would remain under the Shadow forever.

'No!' Lief cried. 'Wait!' At this moment of terror, his one thought was for the Belt of Deltora and the topaz fixed to it. If he did nothing to prevent it, this golden eyed giant would surely find the Belt after he was dead, take it from his body- and perhaps give it to Thaegan. Then Deltora would be lost to the Shadow Lord forever. I must throw the Belt over the cliff, he thought desperately. I must make sure that Barda and Jasmine see me do it. Then they will have some chance of finding it again. If only I can delay him until I can do it...

[Literally just died] Lief felt himself pulled to his feet and slung over Barda's shoulder. His head was spinning. He wanted to cry out, 'What of the crown? The opal?' But then he was that the crown was in Barda's hand.

Lief's fingers felt for the clasp of the Belt he wore under his shirt. If necessary, he would unloose it and let it fall into the mud at the bottom of the stream. It would be better for it to lie there than for it to fall into the hands of the Shadow Lord again.

And maybe it didn't really hit me when I first read them 'cause I was approximately A Child, but it's really sinking in now just how bad things have been in Deltora for the last 16 years. When they talk about slavery and fighting arenas and brandings and starvation and executions in the streets. For some reason all these human atrocities are hitting home a lot more than before. It used to be the monsters that seemed the scariest, but now I can see that yes, the monsters are horrifying and traumatising and terrifying, but Lief and Barda and Jasmine continuously choose to keep going, they willingly put themselves through hell, because the Shadow Lord is worse.

Anyway, all this to say, Deltora really couldn't ask for a more selfless and loyal King that Lief. This kid is willing to die so many times over if it means his people are safe.

(The only thing he tends to go off mission for are his friends and family, but even then, I'm thinking of that part in Isle of the Dead where Laughing Jack holds Jasmine hostage and demand the Belt in return. And Lief refuses. Because his people must come first. And he knows Jasmine would never want him to betray their land for her. Like??? So many feels.)

[amethystpath-writes]

Goodbye Kisses

NOT A PR0MPT

is spicy !

To get straight to the spicy part, look for “$$$”

******

“You did not come back with the rest. I assumed you died.” The princess sat at her vanity, looking to her nails, admiring their jagged and chewed edges. She would look up on occasion, to the dusty mirror, to see if the blue arches beneath her eyes were yet gone. When she saw him, she couldn’t bare to keep looking. 

“And you never came looking for me? I’m disheartened.”

She didn’t say that, and she had looked for him. The princess nearly sprinted to the stream outside the palace gates, past the first village, and between it and the next. Weaving between guards had never been easier.

“I waited,” she said, still not looking to her reflection- to his, “for days. My brothers came to find me. At least, Older Brother did, and we are both lucky he hadn’t shown up sooner.”

Older Brother knew of the two’s scandal. Had he ‘found’ her the day she left, the day after Lover was supposed to return, the king and queen would have known their daughter was sneaking off to a lover. Worse than that, Lover’s general would have noticed his absence and figured he, too, had snuck off for a mischievous rendezvous somewhere far off from base.

He laughed, and not only did she catch a glimpse of his reflection, but she swiveled in her chair. “You are upset with me.” How could he be in disbelief at her?

“I waited,” she repeated. “And now you come into my bedroom wearing that stupid smirk- as if I weren’t worried for your life for days on end!” He was fine. Her knight in shining armor was late, and not only was he late, but he was unscathed.

“You think I was running off with someone.” His chest bounced as he laughed again. “Who would I run off with besides you, princess? One of your brothers?”

She smiled at that. She wouldn’t have said it outwardly, but he was right. Yet then again- “What else were you doing?”

$$$

“Is it impossible to believe that I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you?”

Was that any excuse? Where had he been? He was untouched! No scars or scabs. No scratches or rope burns to reveal that he was captured. Nothing was wrong with him. He should have been at the stream like they agreed.

But as he began walking forward and away from her door, as his lips fell from a smile into something more serious- no, more sensual- the princess felt her shoulders rising. Her cheeks were flushing. She spun around, eyes avoiding the mirror at her vanity.

“If I would have met you by that stream,” he said to her, and he was directly behind her, scraping what hair was against her neck, and pulling it to one side. Before she knew it, his lips were brushing her ear and a shiver darted down her spine. She exhaled, quietly, but not so hushed that her lover didn’t hear. He gave a scornful laugh. 

“If I would have met you by the stream,” he repeated, his breath sending yet another shiver, “the throne would have another heir.”

“I do not think,” the princess returned, breathless, though nothing had yet happened, “that I would have minded.”

“No, but lucky for you, I care about your reputation.” His lips were leaving wet spots down the column of her neck, and she subconsciously tilted her head to the side, allowing him easier access.

Sneaking a peak at the mirror in front of them, her hands twitched in her laps. She needed to do something with them- anything. She settled for clenching her nightgown into tight fists.

“I leave tomorrow. Will you give me a proper goodbye?”

Already? But he had just gotten back.

His hand was reaching her chin, tugging it back towards him. She hummed, almost carried away by the simple touch. “How could we when you are leaving again?” Her voice almost escaped as a whine. Desperate.

No, not now. “I would distract you.” The princess attempted to pull her chin free, but the soldier only grasped it tighter. He would have his kiss.

“You think you have that power over me?” His eyes shone with intent as he rubbed one thumb across the space between her cheek and chin. When he glanced to her lips, he said, “Because you do.”

Something about his tone struck a fire in her core, and she felt herself smirking, her head upheld in his hand. Carefully, she rotated in her chair so that her soldier’s grip didn’t slip; she liked his hand there, liked the control which slipped to it instead of her crown. With her chest against the back of the chair, she reached behind his head and pulled it down.

“Goodbye,” she whispered, pulling him into a delicate kiss.

“Goodbye,” she said again, pulling him into another.

“Come back,” she said in-between.

With each kiss, she prolonged pulling away, enraptured by the feel of his lips, of his tongue. She would kiss him until the end of their days, into a grave marked for two.

In another moment, her gown was sliding across her stomach and chest, lifting, along with her arms.

As the light from outside dimmed, she suggested a candle be lit, but her soldier only hushed her. “It will be better like this,” he promised.

And so it was.

In the dark, as everyone slept, the soldier, too, said his goodbyes- one kiss after another. One lower, and lower- until he stopped.

The princess sat up ever so slightly, looking down at her soldier, prone at the end of the bed. “Why did you-” until his head ducked down, and she had no words left. Not even another goodbye.

******

[ramrage]

ghost’s ghost

chapter 4: the wake

work rating: T

chapter rating: T

relationship: John “Soap” MacTavish x Simon “Ghost” Riley”

characters: John “Soap” MacTavish, Simon “Ghost” Riley”, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick cameo, John Price cameo

tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Body Horror, Main Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Ghost John “Soap” MacTavish, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Dark Crack, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Changing Tenses, Not (always) chronological

ao3 link

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 5

They entered the funeral parlor with too much confidence, in hindsight. 

 

Johnny was still there, like he was still alive, so what was there to mourn? Things were different, obviously, but they had acknowledged those changes, seen the body, talked it out. All of that nonsense was sorted. At least, that was their shared understanding of things.

So how bad could a wake be?

 

Hell, Johnny was cracking jokes on the way in. In particular, there was an inappropriate little comment about kneeling and what would definitely constitute abuse of a corpse. Simon, unable to make any real response around so many onlookers, threw an inconspicuous snort for his efforts. 

 

It was going to be fine, even with the solemn faces of the workers at the door. The overly-patterned carpet wasn’t going to change that, either, nor would the choking smell of carnations. It was going to be fine.

 

They filed in, Simon doing his best to avoid weary handshakes and condolences as he queued to pay his respects at the casket. Johnny was still joking (“A bit bullshit that I can’t jump the queue to see my own damn self, but rules are rules, I reckon”) so that meant things were fine. It meant they were okay.

 

They would go to the casket and Simon would pretend to look sad, but he wouldn’t really be sad because he knew the truth. No one else was the wiser and he and Johnny would laugh about it after the fact. 

 

But reality isn’t kind to those with confidence.

 

Simon knew this, but was still blindsided by how shaken he was to see Johnny’s body again, somehow more painful to look at than when Johnny died. He had seen fresh-dead bodies, had seen what they turned into. They both did. Johnny’s body was no exception. The realization hit Simon like a bullet, punched the air from his lungs. The worst thing of all was the abrupt end to the cheeky stream of commentary.

 

Simon looked over to find Johnny stood like a deer in the headlights before his own casket, something unnamable flashing in his eyes. 

 

“Oh god,” he said finally. 

 

Simon kept his eyes down, giving Johnny privacy and buying him more time to say goodbye to the way he was. 

 

“Vain bastard I am.” A bitter laugh giving way to sobs, “I'm bent outta shape because my pretty face is gonna rot into compost.”

 

In Simon’s silence, Johnny carried on.

 

“Oh, and bleeding fucking Jesus, am I wearing lipstick ?” Johnny groaned, an attempt at humor that, with his choked voice, missed the mark.

 

Simon wanted to reply, wanted to say he hated it, too, but with everyone around, he couldn’t say a word. Couldn’t speak, couldn’t cry. Could only stiffen his upper lip and clear the way so someone else could pay their respects, pretend that he grieved Johnny only as a Lieutenant grieves his Sergeant, pretend that, despite the waxy, pallid skin, he didn’t think Johnny was still the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen; and pretend he couldn’t see him still. And what a mindfuck that was. 

 

There were two Johnnys. 

 

One was still fucking there, wiping his eyes as he walked from the casket and then cursing himself for trying to hold Simon’s hand. The other Johnny, the one with hands Simon could hold, was dead. An inanimate shell, obsolete, no longer serving the function of holding the soul it once contained, doomed to rest under six feet of dirt and decompose into something hideous and unidentifiable. 

 

Simon stared at the two Johnnys in hopes it would somehow help him make sense of the duality. It just morphed into grief and horror, instead—twin hounds that nosed around their ankles, tripping them as they dared to move in any direction. All Johnny could say was “Oh, god,” and he repeated it on every breath. 

 

Simon couldn’t speak even if his body let him. There was too much to say and too many ears to hear him. The other attendees kept their distance and Simon and Johnny both were grateful for that. 

 

The hounds circled them even as they left the funeral parlor, trailed them all day and into the night, followed them into bed to curl in the space between their bodies. Johnny was the one to kick them first.

 

“I can’t fucking do this,” he said suddenly. “Simon, I can’t fucking do this.”

 

Of course he felt that way. Who the fuck wouldn’t? Simon’s been dead before, too, has also mourned himself, but only in a metaphorical sense. And he wasn’t like Johnny—never was. He’d never lit up a room like Johnny could, never had as much life .

 

“I know,” Simon said after a while, even though he didn’t; he didn’t know which particular horror was eating at Johnny, and even if he did, he couldn’t imagine, not in his wildest dreams, how it would feel. Fucking Johnny. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.

 

“I know you feel that way,” he amended, and hazarded a glance at Johnny’s face. Despite the illusion of blood in his cheeks and the vestigial rise and fall of his chest, he’d never looked more dead. Beyond missing a real body, he was missing his fight. The sight of him, so broken, scrubbing phantom hands through his phantom hair had Simon feeling far more tender than his personal brand of emotional constipation and English masculinity would allow, so he added, “but you can. I know you can.”

 

“Bollocks,” and a bitter roll of the eyes was Johnny’s toothless reply. 

 

Simon pressed off the mattress to stand at Johnny’s feet. That’s what he’d do if things were really real, if nothing had changed, so that’s what he did. For the same reason, he cocked his head and hummed. “Insubordination at a time like this?” 

 

Johnny sighed. “You’re not my superior anymore, are you?” Like everything else he’d said and done in the past few hours, the words came out without challenge, without fire. He had laid down his arms. “You can’t really be my anything if I’m nothing.”

 

“Sure seem like something to me,” Simon hit back. They both winced as Simon’s hand passed through Johnny’s shoulder, a reassertion of reality that they, otherwise, chose to ignore. Because what else could they do? “What do you want to call yourself then? The devil on my shoulder?”

 

“Nah, I prefer hallucination . Drives home that you’re completely off your head.”

 

“You said it, Sergeant.”

 

“And you accepted it, Lt.”

 

They were getting somewhere.

part 5

[nani-nonny]

How would the Peepaws that don't have a Donnie spirit with them react to seeing their F!Donnie again? (Poor guys haven't seen their twins in so long)

I would also like to present them with their favorite apocalypse foods.

And little Raph plushies. Because I love them and definitely don't want to see them cry. :3

Oh! This is good >:) (wasn’t sure if this was for bymh or not lol and I didn’t see this until after I posted the recent bymh hehe I’ll tag it as a bymh solely because of the gifts)

Anyways, a bit of a long post, kind of.

But easily, DMD would cry so, so hard. He would absolutely crumble and hug his twin so hard that he might break F!Donnie’s battle shell (if Donnie was wearing it). He would be unable to speak coherently and the only word that would be easiest to understand is the constant stream of “sorry”.

Reunion’s a cheater and got his brother back already, lol, but when the reset occurred, he and the entire family all hugged each other so tightly for hours. Tears were shed and bruises formed from how hard they hugged each other.

LCD, ohhhh, LCD. Life doesn’t get easier despite how much time passes. When he saw F!Donnie, he felt sick. It felt as if guilt and anger began to churn in his stomach in the worst way possible. And Donnie, ever the inquisitive fellow, was only intrigued by this reaction. Donnie died protecting him, so all Donnie is aware of is that he successfully saved his brother. Leo is reminded of his faults and how he wasn’t the leader smart enough to protect his twin.

(A)PAF is incredibly happy to see his twin. Through Donnie, he sees a chance. A chance to understand where the baby came from, because if anyone knew what Draxum was doing in that lab or anything in general, it would be Donnie. Unlike the others, Donnie didn’t die on regretful terms. He’s so happy he gets to rely on someone again.

And apocalypse foods…

DMD gets rat meat and beans from a can :D

He looks at the crudely plated meal with a nostalgic smile. The way the meat is still steaming and the beans that remain in the can boiling. It’s a bit charred, like he remembers, and he picks up his fork. He raises the fork slightly and says, “Thanks,” before digging in.

Reunion gets grilled roaches on a stick hehe

Reunion raises a brow, “Um… I feel like this is meant to be nostalgic or meaningful in some way, but this was last week’s dinner.”

Reunion don’t fucking lie

He snickers playfully and raises the stick, “Want a bite?”

LCD gets rat soup

He doesn’t say anything as he picks up the spoon and takes a sip. His breath hitches when the broth rests in his mouth for a few seconds before he swallows. Without a second to spare, he digs in quickly, as if on a time limit.

WDS gets rats on a stick

WDS stares at the steaming stick and the charred ends of the rat meat. He looks, rather displeased, but doesn’t outright show it. He takes a bite and nods, “Yeah, just like I remember it… you know, now that I’m back in time, I really took spices for granted. I can’t believe I used to live off of food like this.” He rubs his tympana on his shoulder as his siblings speak, and when he stops he finally says, “I mean, thank you for the food.”

Now, Raph plushies!

Awww, I feel they’ll be so cute and warm to hug!

DMD:

He stares at the plush in his lap. His breath is… tense. His entire body is tense. His gaze remains fixed on the small plushie, as if trying to stare directly into the plush’s soul. He swallows as his hand slowly reaches for his throat, his breath hitches for a second, and his other hand begins to shake. He shuts his eyes tight before his hand pick up the plush. His voice is small when he greets softly, “Hey, big brother…”

Reunion:

He smiles wide and almost childlike. He lifts the plush into the air and catches it with both hands. He spins with the small plush and laughing, “Look how small! It’s so tiny!”

LCD:

He stares at the plush. He taps the plush’s plastron with a glare. He doesn’t say anything, but he sighs. He removes his sword from his hip and unties the braided hilt. He untangles the red bandana and ties it over the plush’s red mask, returning the mask to its original owner. He doesn’t pick up the plush, but leaves.

WDS:

The slider picks up the plush, holding his hand over his mouth. He snorts, and clears his throat as he picks up the plush by its arm with his thumb and forefinger. “Hey, Raph, how do we feel about this little guy? You think he makes the perfect replacement for you?”

APAF:

He picks up the plush as his sight blurs with incoming tears. He tucks the plush in one of his belt pockets and leaves.

[ninja-kitty-more-like-no]

Persevere

Once, when you were a child, you spent the day playing in a stream with your mother, and when you came out of the water you found three leeches suckered onto your legs, and she had to pull them out of you one by one. You were small, but you were struck by the notion that even as they left, they carried some part of you within them. You were no longer whole. Those leeches were no longer just themselves.

When he goes, you feel as though he has given you some nebulous thing to hold inside of you, so that you are no longer entirely Keyleth of the Air Ashari, and some part of you is his.

You think perhaps it is hope.

You think perhaps you suffer for it.

You are older, now, and staring up at the sky, at that red moon, and your mind is still. It was whirling like a top only moments ago, but there is nothing left in it now. You have lost. It is over.

And then he is there.

You know instantly that he is not some soft animal the way you still are. He’s calcified, turned hard and furious, all that righteous vengeance tearing outwards and changing him. You doubt, for a moment, that it is him at all, but you do not believe that a puppet of the Matron would save you like he has. You do not know if she knows he is here. Perhaps he chose this, and your heart flutters even as it weeps-- perhaps he still chooses you, after everything.

The hope he left in you is gone. You had kept it for years and years, through three of Vex’s children and one of Pike’s, and through harvest and ceremony and growth, and you had waited, and one day you had looked for it inside of you and it was gone. You could feel the part of you that had moved to hold it stand empty, confused and wanting, and you had not said anything, because there were no words for that hole in your chest.

It had bled like a wound. You wept like a girl. You did not greet the next raven he sent, then felt tortured and guilty over it and apologized to the one after, the next day, tears in your eyes.

It had not understood. It was only a bird. You fed it from your hand and listened to its story of being called here on the wind, but it could not describe the voice it had heard to you, and that place in your chest caved in, finally.

It was almost a relief.

He’s here now, though. You remember the feel of his skin under your fingers, the shape of his lips between yours, though both are now covered by feather and bone. You cannot see his hands, but you think- you know-- that he is still wearing that wooden ring you gave him one day, the one he slipped onto his ring finger like a promise. You felt it every time he took your hand in his. He did not give up what you gave him, though you lost what he gave you, and you want to laugh, and hate yourself for all of it.

You watch him from the ground. He is dizzying to behold, all brilliance and void and sharp, keening edges. You love him still, too, but you did not ever think you would see him again. Your hope had died. The hope he gave you had died.

He looks down at you from the edge of his mask, and you see such a roiling wave in his eyes, wide and liquid, a plea that you recognize. His voice moves in your mind, though you cannot make out words. You are still stunned, but you cannot tell if it is the spell or if it is him, his hair shining dully in the moonlight, red glinting off of that growth in his shoulder. You want him in your arms. You want his heart next to yours. You want him. End of thought.

There is a phrase in celestial that Percy tried to teach you years ago, alll at once an admission of love and a permission of grace. A forgiveness for anything. You do not remember how to say it, but you see it in his eyes.

He knows. He must know.

The moon bares its teeth above you. There is a dead place in your chest which you failed to save, and in your minds eye you press it into his hands. I’m sorry, you say, and feel a tear run down your face from the corner of your eye. I’m sorry. I failed.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Save Your Tears For Another Day - (Young) Remus Lupin X Female Reader

Title: Save Your Tears For Another Day

(Young) Remus Lupin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sirius, James, Peter, Lily, Pomfrey (Mentioned), Reader's grandmother, Aunt Helen (Mentioned), and nurses

WC: 3,685

Warnings: Long fic, mention of wounds, mention of scars, mention of cuts, Remus werewolfing, slight angst, side-character death, and slight suggestiveness

You were just seven when your grandmother died, which really tore you up. She was the only one in your family who ever showed any affection for you, (besides your aunt Helen). In fact, she practically raised you because your mother couldn't stand to be around children. Your father had left her years before and never looked back. You had always wondered why your mother had children if she didn't like them, but that wasn't the problem at the moment.

You stood next to your grandmother's bed, the doctors and your aunt Helen had left the room. Your grandmother weakly took in each breath, her chest rising and falling shallowly. She slowly turned her head to face you, a weak but sad smile on her face. "My little girl," she said softly as tears began streaming down both of your cheeks.

"I... I have something for you." She spoke, gesturing with her eyes to her bedside table.

"It's in the top drawer." She spoke softly, before roughly coughing.

You opened the top drawer, the one you were forbidden to open before. Inside was a crystal necklace, hung with a silver chain. It was gorgeous, especially to your little eyes, which sparkled as you held the crystal up in the air.

"Now, this, my child, will help you whenever you are in danger." Your grandmother spoke, gesturing to the necklace.

"What does it do?" You asked and your grandmother hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, my dear, those who may cause you harm, won't go near you if you wear this. Do you want to hear... One last story?" She explained and finally asked with hushed breaths.

You nodded sadly, before looking at the sparkling light blue crystal.

Your grandmother took in a deep breath before speaking, "Well, a long time ago, there was a little girl, like you..."

You perked up at that, "Like me?"

"Like you." She nodded, "And one day, a beggar woman came to her, asking for a cup of water."

You nodded for her to continue.

"The little girl got her the water and the beggar woman smiled at her saying, "You have shown me kindness, and for that, I shall give you a prize," Grandmother spoke, before coughing again.

She didn't have much time.

"The beggar woman handed the little girl a crystal necklace that could ward off any evil, but before the little girl could thank her, she was gone." She continued.

You hopped onto the bed, snuggling closer to your grandmother like you used to, listening to her story.

"One night, while picking berries for her mother, the girl stumbled upon an ogre."

You gasped, eyes wide. "What did she do?"

Your grandmother smiled, "Well, the ogre came closer to the little girl, and he was hungry. But, upon seeing the crystal, he froze."

"What happened next? Did she run away?" You asked and your grandmother shook her head.

"No, dear. Listen to the story." She laughed softly before coughing.

Clearing her throat, she continued, "As the ogre was distracted by the crystal, a boy around the little girl's age ran over and defeated the ogre. The little girl was a bit annoyed because she didn't want to be saved. She hated ol' fairy tales. She thought she didn't need a knight in shining armor to rescue her."

"What did she do then?" You asked.

"Well, she went up to the boy and told him off. "I didn't need to be saved. I was doing just fine," She said."

"But, the boy just shook his head, "You would've been ogre food if I didn't," He said." Making you giggle.

"Well, she was angry, so she huffed and turned back to leave, but the boy followed. He wanted to talk to her. What she didn't know was that the boy had fallen in love with her."

Your bright eyes widened as you clutched onto the necklace, "He fell in love with her that fast?"

Your grandmother nodded, "Yes, love works in mysterious ways. It can happen at any time. And the boy was sure that he loved her."

"Woah." You spoke in astonishment. "Please continue."

"Well, the two slowly became friends, and as the years went on, they went to Hogwarts. And the little girl; now a smart and talented witch, fell in love with her savior."

Your eyes widened even more at that. You loved those stories. "Did they get married? Like the princesses in my stories?"

Your grandmother nodded with a smile, "Yes, they got married, and had three children, one of which one was your mother."

You gasped, "My mother? You were the little girl? The boy was grandfather?"

Your grandmother smiled fondly up at you, you had so much wonder and curiosity. "Yes, my dear, and now I will pass this onto you."

You nodded, frowning slowly, you looked down at the necklace in your little hands.

"I'm so sorry, Nana," You choked out through the tears.

Your grandmother smiled through her pain, which made her look even more frail than normal. "It's alright," She whispered gently. "We all have to go some time."

She closed her eyes and took another breath before quietly passing away. The nurse came into the room moments later. "Is everything okay?"

You sniffled, not bothering to wipe your tears away. "She's gone." You replied.

"Oh, my dear," The nurse spoke with sympathy as she put a hand on your shoulder, "I think it's best you leave now. Your aunt is downstairs."

You said nothing but turned back to look towards your grandmother, she still had a smile on her face, eyes shut. She looked as if she was sleeping. She looked at peace.

You hugged the crystal against your chest as you left the bedroom, but once you got outside, you started crying again. You wiped your tears and stood there for hours, as your aunt held you close. With a deep heart, you slowly put on the necklace. You vowed from then on, that you would never take off the necklace ever.

~~~

You straightened your cloak, making sure you looked alright before going down for breakfast. Lily had already left, but you had decided to sleep in just a bit more. Slipping on your necklace, you made sure it was on correctly before double-checking your recently pranked, green hair and leaving the common room. It had taken Lily a lot of convincing but she had gotten you to take off your necklace at night before bed. She was worried you would get strangled in the night. You took it off for her sake, but the necklace was back on your neck first thing in the morning. You loved Lily dearly, she was your best friend.

You stumbled down the many moving stairs and into the great hall, automatically spying the boys at the Gryffindor table. You walked over and Remus was the first to spot you, looking up from his book with a smile. You sat beside him, as you have for the past five years, and began to put some toast and eggs on your plate.

"Hey," Sirius said with a smirk, "How did you like our present?"

You giggled, "You mean the prank you did on me, making my hair green?" You teased.

Sirius shrugged, "Mmm, yeah, that one."

You smirked, crossing your arms. "Well, it wasn't clever by any chance."

"No, it was brilliant! Just wait until everyone sees you!" He grinned evilly.

Lily rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. It's like he has a death wish."

You sighed, "He does."

Sirius and James both took a sip of their pumpkin juice, not realizing what they had just done. Slowly, both their hair began to turn a bright pink, making Peter cackle at them, pointing.

You glanced at Remus, seeing he was struggling to keep a straight face. "Oh, I wonder how that happened," You mumbled under your breath with a smirk.

Remus smiled wryly at you before turning back to his food and book.

Sirius turned to James, pointing at his hair.

"Your hair is pink!"

James looked at Sirius, eyes wide, "Your hair is too!"

The two pranksters turned to look at you with wide eyes.

"How did you do that? You're terrible at charms." James asked and you just scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I may have had help." You spoke, as you watched James and Sirius look at each other confused, briefly.

They then quickly turned to Remus, fake offense on their faces.

"You helped her?" Sirius asked, his cheeks flushing red.

"Yes," Remus said, a small smile on his face, "You both dyed her hair green. Uncalled for in my opinion."

James turned to Sirius and mouthed 'whipped' as Sirius nodded in agreement. James and Sirius shared a look that lasted for a few seconds before they burst out laughing. Once they had calmed down, James and Sirius turned back to you, grinning widely.

"Good job, you've pranked us, now when will this go away?" Sirius asked and you shrugged.

"It should go away like... In a month..." You teased the two boys.

Sirius stared down at you from across the table, eye wide, "A month!?"

"It's the busy season, lots of foot traffic at Hogsmeade next week." You said with a smirk as you grabbed another piece of bacon.

Sirius looked at James, eyes wide. "You planned this?"

You nodded, "I knew you two were going to prank me. April first was only a couple weeks ago."

Sirius smirked, "You sly little devil."

You place a hand on your chest, "I try, but don't forget, Remus helped me plant the potion in your drinks."

"How did we not notice?" Sirius asked, looking at Remus who shrugged.

"It's the busy season, I'd barely notice myself..." Remus spoke softly.

You smiled sweetly towards Remus, "Precisely."

~~~

You had been suspicious of the boys for a long time. For a night a month, they would disappear, only to come back to wherever they went and Remus in the infirmary. You wanted to know what was going on, but whenever you asked, they would change the subject. You stopped asking for Remus's sake. However, your curiosity never died, and you found yourself watching the boys every chance you got, trying to catch them sneaking out of the common room.

And one night, you had.

It was the twenty-fifth of April, 1975. Only a couple weeks after Sirius and James's prank. You laid on the common room couch, pretending to be asleep. A trick you mastered, having a nosey aunt. You snuggled deeper into the red cushion, pulling your blanket back up to your neck. You could hear the boys talking about something but couldn't make out what it was. For mostly being gits, they were good at keeping secrets.

"She's asleep." Peter whispered and Sirius hummed skeptically.

"She doesn't fall asleep easily." James spoke, voice low.

"Yeah, but she really looks asleep." Peter added.

"Alright. I'll meet you guys there," Sirius said, rising from the couch.

"We got to hurry," James muttered before you heard the portrait shut.

You waited a bit until you knew for sure they were gone. You hopped up from the couch and rushed over to the window, you later saw a small rat, scurry under the whooping willow, freezing its branches. Then came Sirius and James running under and into a secret passageway within the tree's base. Curiosity got the best of you, and you quickly ran out of the common room, but not before grabbing your wand.

You made sure not to get caught by any prefects or adults, as you made your way outside. The willow began to toss around its branches in the air, almost hitting you. You quickly backed up, pulling out your wand and using a levitating spell, moving a branch and placing it where you thought you saw the rat step on. By some chance of pure luck, you managed to get it, and headed down into the passage.

Stepping down into some small room, you looked around, seeing yourself in some sort of small kitchen. Then you heard the voices, stepping into the next room, you were shocked to see Sirius, James, and Remus.

"Remus? What's going on?" You questioned, seeing them trying to keep Remus calm.

Sirius, James, and Remus quickly turned to you, freaking out.

"You have to leave now, Y/N!" Sirius demanded, pointing at you.

You frowned and stepped forward, "Why?"

"Because it's dangerous, Y/N!" James growls.

You pulled your wand from your robes out of instinct, "What are you talking about?"

"Please! Just go, Y/N!" Remus called out, seemingly in pain as he hunched over.

You stepped closer, incredibly worried for your best friend, "Tell me what's wrong."

Remus groaned, holding his head in pain, "Please!" He begged again.

"Remus, are you alright?"

"She has to get out of here!" Sirius yelled.

You furrowed your brow, looking at all three boys in concern, "Just tell me if Remus is alright."

"Come with us, Y/N," Sirius urged, taking your hand.

James grabbed your other arm, "We need to get you out of here."

You shook your head, trying to pull your arm from James, "No. Let me go."

But, it was too late.

Remus groaned, hunching over in pain. You pulled out of Sirius's hand, trying to reach out to Remus.

"Don't! Y/N!" Sirius cried.

You ignored him, reaching your hand out, but then heard Remus cry out. Your eyes widened, realizing what was happening. Your eyes widened as you watched Remus transform into a werewolf. You quickly backed up, completely in tunnel vision. Sirius and James tried to gain Remus's... The werewolf's attention, but it didn't work. His cold, brown eyes, which used to be so warm; now cold, were trained only on you.

"Remus…" You cried, as you felt something push against your chest, and you fell backward onto the floor.

The werewolf stood above you, shaking off some excess fur, staring right at you, growling. He leaned down closer, teeth bared and ready.

"Remus, please don't do this." You pleaded, your voice cracking.

You held your breath, waiting for the werewolf to attack. But, instead of biting you, he seemed to freeze. You looked up and saw his eyes trained on your necklace. Your eyes went wide, remembering what your grandmother had said. You watched as your necklace glowed a bright white, before fading as quickly as it came. Werewolf Remus whimpered and ran out of the hidden house under the willow and into the Forbidden Forest.

Shocked, James and Sirius looked at you, without any words.

"My grandmother gave me this, it doesn't let anything harm me." You muttered, out of breath.

"That makes sense," James spoke before the two also ran out, changing into their animagus forms, to make sure Remus didn't do anything else.

Letting out a breath, you slid up and leaned against the cupboards, trying to catch your breath. Your mind raced, how did you not notice that Remus was a werewolf? The nights off in the infirmary, his scars... When he was staring down at you, his eyes... You saw Remus in there, in pain.

You remembered the day you and Remus had met when you were eleven years old. You met him on the train to Hogwarts, sitting across from you, next to a boy named Sirius, and James. A boy named Peter came in a bit later and sat next to you. But, you hadn't been able to take your eyes off Remus, feeling drawn to his beautiful brown eyes.

They were almost like chocolate, but with flecks of gold.

"Hello, my name is Y/N." You spoke up, looking at Remus, blushing.

"I'm Remus." He spoke softly, fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm Sirius." The boy with black hair spoke, winking at you.

"My name is Peter." The boy with the long nose spoke.

"And my name is James Potter. Nice to meet you. Have you seen a girl named Lily anywhere?" The boy with messy hair and glasses asked.

From then on, the five of you became friends, along with Lily. She became your bestest friend. And, here you were, sitting next to Remus's bed, waiting for him to wake. You gazed at his newly bangadged arms and hands, and the one wrapped sideways around his head, covering one eye.

Remus groaned, opening his good eye and looking beside him to you.

"Well, I guess you're awake now." You chuckled.

Remus groaned again, trying to sit up, you quickly left your seat and sat down on the side of his bed.

"Easy, Remmy." You murmured, leaning forwards, stroking his cheek, trying to be careful of his new cuts and scars.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, sounding concerned, his good eye looking over you for any wounds of your own.

You shook your head, "No, no. You didn't."

He sighed in relief, and you smiled, "I'm sorry you had to see me like that..."

"Hey, I'm just glad you're alright, I was worried. That doesn’t matter right now."

Remus sighed and looked down at his bandaged hands. "If I wasn't a monster, you wouldn't have been worried."

You looked at him in shock, "What?"

"I'm a monster..." He sighed.

You furrowed your brows, "No, Remus, you are not."

Remus shook his head, "I am though, I could've hurt you."

"But you didn't."

"I could have."

You nodded, "Yes, you could have, but you didn't. And you won’t."

Remus looked down at his hands, "I always end up hurting people..."

You gently took his hand in yours, rubbing your finger across the bandage. "It's not your fault, Remus."

Remus closed his eye and took in a deep breath, he pulled his hand away.

"You should be afraid of me, you should hate me." He muttered.

You shook your head, "I don't hate you, Remus."

"Then why would you come here?" He asked, looking down.

"I came because I care about you."

Remus scoffed, "And the others couldn't be here."

"Pomfrey only let me in." You spoke and Remus nodded.

"I came, because I really do care about you, Remus. More than you think." You told him, looking up at him as you continued, "I'd gladly walk in front of traffic for you."

Remus opened his eyes and looked at you, "So you really mean that?" A small smile graced his face.

You nodded, "The last thing I would ever do is lie to you, Remus."

"Thank you." Remus muttered, closing his eyes.

You smiled at him, "Anything for you."

Remus, this time, grabbed your hand, holding it in his. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you, "Y/N, can I ask you something?"

You frowned, but nodded, "Of course, Remus."

Remus sat up slightly and rubbed his good eye, "Do you want to marry me?"

Your eyes began to tear up, shocked. "Skipping the dating part?" You laughed.

Remus shrugged, "I mean, why date when we could just skip to getting married?"

You wiped a tear from your eye, "Yeah, I do." You smiled.

Remus nodded, "Okay, well... Um..." He wasn't expecting you to say yes.

Remus looked to the ground, "I don't deserve you..." He spoke, trailing off.

"Of course you do. But, if we're playing that game. I don't deserve you either." You smiled, giving his hand another squeeze. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I do." Remus insisted, "I want to marry you."

You grinned, scooting closer to him, and kissed the top of his head, "Oh?"

Remus blushed, "I want to marry you. I've wanted to ever since our second year."

You smiled wider, "I knew I wanted to in our first year." You spoke, wiping a few tears from your eyes with your free hand as you remembered something funny.

"I remember running home during summer break and ranting to my aunt about how I was going to marry you." You laughed, face red.

Remus smiled, his face flushing more, "That's cute."

You smirked, "My aunt holds it over me when I come home each year, asking if I proposed yet." You laughed.

Remus rested his head back, sighing in happiness. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Remus." You whispered.

"I can't wait to marry you, don't worry I'll get you a ring."

You giggled, "We still have a long way to go, Remus. We're both only fifteen."

Remus shrugged, "I know, but I'm excited."

You smiled, kissing him on the forehead. "I know, me too."

Remus reached up and stopped you from pulling back, he looked to your eyes to your lips and back. You knew what he was asking, as you wet your bottom lip, your heartbeat quickening. Remus leaned up, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes flew closed, and your hands went to his shoulders, pulling yourself closer. Remus let out a soft moan, deepening the kiss.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, as you looked down at Remus's flushed face. He panted, trying to catch his breath as well, but you two weren't done. You moved forward and kissed him again, passionately. Remus moaned, and you smiled against his mouth. Remus's hands ran through your hair, cupping your face. Slowly, the two of you pulled away.

"Wow." Remus breathed, panting.

You giggled, "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away."

Remus shook his head, "No, I liked it. I can't believe I finally have you."

You just shook your head, "And I finally have you."

He laughed gently, as you shook your head, looking serious.

"I'm serious, Remmy. Think of this. I get to go home this summer and brag to my aunt that I finally got my man." You teased him.

Remus chuckled, "I love you." He spoke softly, looking up at you adoringly.

He looked at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

You sigh, eyes half-lidded as you rested your hand under your chin, gazing down at Remus. "I know. I love me too."

Remus sighed and rolled his eyes, "Gosh."

[ghastlybin]

Hello! can I request SVT Jeonghan in a time travel AU. The reader is a time traveler who keeps going back in time to save Jeonghan from something or maybe save their relationship? Feeling angsty today

You just don’t want me to be happy. I’m jk but thank you for the request!!! :)))) <3 I love the whole time travel/manipulation concept even if there’s hardly ever a happy ending regarding these. I hope you’re still feeling angsty btw!!! So sorry for the delay but I hope you like it because I love validation :,D *I will edit in a ‘read more’ link tomorrow but I wanted to get this posted tonight*

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader (GN)

Word count: 3,580

Genre/contents: Time travel! AU, Time loop, Angsty, a *tiny* bit of fluff if you squint hard enough

TW: Death mention, death description (kind of), car accident??, B l o o d mention, hospital mention, as always if I’m missing anything do let me know!!

Note: It is that long because I was sad at the time of writing this. Also, Jeonghan stans PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!! ily i swear :,(((( I won’t spoil much but you asked for angsty, Anon, here is angsty. Also I did sort of change up the topic of the reader being the only time traveler and made it a community sort of? Meh you’ll see lmao not really a BIG part of the story but yk

“Don’t go!”

The pain was unbearable. No matter how you lost him or how many times, it was just as unbearable as the last.

You were going to save him, somehow.

But you knew how time traveling worked, how nothing would go your way no matter how many times you tried.

There had to be a way to save him. You weren’t accepting it any other way.

“Jeonghan!”

He didn’t believe you. He never did. Every desperate word you said to stop him from getting on the train, getting into the cab, on the plane, or even crossing the street.

You wondered what he thought at the last second before your heart broke once again and you ran back home to restart the cycle.

Did he believe you then? Would he remember this time? Is there really a way to save him?

You reset the clock beside your bed, forcing yourself asleep, tears streaming down your face as you did.

Then you woke up, again, at eight in the morning. The knocking on the front door to your apartment was the same as well.

You even almost tripped on the same loose floorboard on the way to answer the door.

If you didn’t remember not to trip, how would Jeonghan remember the past twenty-nine times you’ve gone back to save him?

You already knew that answer. Only you remembered anything about what’s to come in the upcoming hours of the day.

“Did I wake you?” Jeonghan’s smiling face always greeted you. Even before the loop you created the first time he had gotten into an accident.

“No.” You stared at him, your eyes watery when you did. They always were when you would see him again.

As if nothing had happened.

“Why are you crying? Did something happened?”

Yes, you thought. You died and I couldn’t save you.

“No, no. I stubbed my toe a moment ago.” You forced a laugh to cover up your fears for the day.

“Be careful,” Jeonghan laughed with you, “are you ready?”

He glanced at what you were wearing, still dressed in the clothes you had been in previously.

Not that he would know, but you knew. And you felt weird about not taking the time to dress into something more suitable to sleep in.

You knew there were more important things though.

Like saving Jeonghan.

And you were going to do it right this time. He won’t die this time. You had a plan.

“Yep.” You smiled, trying to enjoy the moment.

“I have something to talk to you about over breakfast.”

You knew what he was going to tell you.

It was the same thing he always told you.

There it was. It was time to get into position.

“Good. I was getting pretty hungry.”

The two of you walked down to a diner, talking about the same thing you had talked about in every other loop.

Jeonghan talked about how college was going, you talked about getting that promotion you had been waiting for.

Not once did you think to change up the topic each time.

In that moment, you knew it was the first time Jeonghan had heard or even talked about it. Even if it was the thirtieth time you heard him talk about college, or you had mentioned your promotion.

It was his first time every time, but you felt good knowing he was equally as proud of you as he was the first time.

Both of you sat down in a booth, a waitress coming to take your orders momentarily.

“So,” you started, feeling the knot in your stomach, “what were you going to tell me?”

Jeonghan’s smile slightly faded, but he covered it up with a soft chuckle. He always did.

“Oh no, it’s bad.” You frowned. It had always been bad news. In other circumstances, you were happy for him but not with your current circumstances. It was the same news, only a different date.

Jeonghan shook his head, “no! Kind of.”

Your frown sat consistent on your face, Jeonghan took a deep breath, nervously.

“I’m moving in about… Two weeks.” He was hesitant to meet your eyes, when he did, he felt guilt. You could see it too, and it took everything to tell him you weren’t mad at him.

You never were.

“Oh.” That was all that came out of your mouth. Jeonghan paused his speech, thanking the waitress who had came back with your drinks.

“I will stay in touch! You know I would go crazy without you.” Jeonghan smiled again, as he did before. You took a sip of your drink, nodding acceptingly.

“You better.” You forced out, the lump in your throat growing bigger as your heart raced faster, and your mind grew fuzzy. You wanted to scream.

You wanted to scream, cry, and tell him everything and somehow make him believe you.

You’ve done all of that before, though. And each time, it just scared him off and time would speed up. Or he would reassure you and still leave.

“I will.” He repeated, focused on the menu. When he looked at you again, meeting your eyes, he spoke in a softer tone than before. “I love you.”

You forced a smile, although it was meant as a real smile, how hearing him say that made you feel okay, it hurt. You remembered every time he said that in each loop, those three words.

It hurt again, fearing you’d fail again.

“I love you too.”

The waitress came back, and the two of your ordered breakfast, your order being more on a whim than a conscious choice.

The two of you ate in silence, more focused on the meals than each other.

“That was so good.” Jeonghan sighed contently.

“It always is.”

“Always? Have you been here before?”

You chuckled, “No. Any meal with you is delicious.”

You meant that.

You and Jeonghan left the diner after paying, walking side by side on the sidewalk again.

“I’m throwing one last going away party. The guys will be there too- I hope.” Jeonghan stuffed his hands into his pockets. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

He’s never spoke about a party the past twenty-nine times. Why on loop thirty?

“I want you to come. It’s at seven tonight.” Jeonghan glanced at you, the two of you stopping at a crosswalk. You looked every way you could, making sure there were no cars. When there weren’t any, you two continued walking.

“I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?” You asked, linking your arm with Jeonghan’s to make sure he doesn’t fall behind.

“Just yourself.”

You walked him to his house to ensure his safety. Before he unlocked the front door, he kissed your forehead, having assumed you were going to leave.

“See you later?” He winked.

You nodded, kissing him back, only this time it was on his lips.

You panicked, the party had completely threw off your plan. You were trudging through what you would call a new ‘loop event’.

“Don’t go.” You murmured, your heart feeling heavy in your chest as you spoke. Jeonghan tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I mean…” you weren’t sure what you meant. Even if you did, you never knew how to improvise context on the spot.

“I know what you mean.” Jeonghan smiled sadly, his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not leaving forever. I promise to come back for you and the guys- I love you.”

You teared up, eventually letting some fall, the brisk autumn air blew against your cheeks making your tears feel ice cold.

“I love you too.”

You took a step backwards, revising your plan in your head, somehow. You went through every possibility there was.

You were going to save him this time, no matter what.

Jeonghan waved to you before he had shut the door. You wished you had asked to stay over, but knowing him, he probably had plan to finish up any last minute homework due or talk to the guys to make sure they were still coming tonight.

You turned away and walked towards your apartment. The streets were eerily quiet as there hadn’t been a car in sight- only parked ones.

You unlocked your apartment door, entering and immediately walking to your bedroom to scream into the first pillow you picked up.

You spent the next few hours obsessively checking your phone to make sure no one had tried to call or message you about Jeonghan.

All the worry you felt made you regret not asking to stay over all the more. You stared at the lock screen featuring you and Jeonghan together than had been snapped by Joshua.

“I’m going to save you this time.” You mumbled, watching the time.

You left your apartment a few minutes early, racing towards Jeonghan’s house before the party started. You had hoped nothing had happened between the time you had left him and now.

You jogged up to his doorstep, checking the time right as it hit exactly at seven.

When you knocked, you hoped Jeonghan would answer, but instead, it was Mingyu who had answered.

“Oh, Hey, Mingyu.”

“Hello to you too.” He joked, noticing your slight disappointment.

“Sorry, I’m happy to see you,” You apologized, “I just haven’t heard from Jeonghan since this morning.”

“I know, I know.” He laughed, letting you in. “Jeonghan is in the kitchen with Seungcheol and Chan.”

“Thank you, so much!” You gave Mingyu a quick hug before lightly jogging towards Jeonghan’s kitchen.

Coming closer, you heard their laughter, confirming who Mingyu had said was in the kitchen with Jeonghan.

“Oh! Speak of the devil!” Seungcheol grinned as you came into view.

“Speak of the devil?” You nervously chuckled. Jeonghan waved Seungcheol off, shaking his head.

“We were talking about you, how you got that promotion!” Jeonghan smiled proudly, wrapping his arms around your when you had gotten close enough.

“And he mentioned how you seemed anxious about something.” Chan input, earning a nudge from Seungcheol.

“Anxious?” You froze, never have been confronted before. At least not within the loop.

“I’m not… I wasn’t! I was just…” You paused, not knowing what to say.

Jeonghan sighed, “it’s okay. Let’s talk about something else.”

“I wasn’t anxious… Just had a bad morning.” You mumbled, trying to calm yourself before you accidentally drove Jeonghan away- Again.

“It’s fine! Really. Chan,” Jeonghan shot a glare at him. “Do you mind helping Seokmin set up the drinks?”

Chan sheepishly nodded, hurrying off into the living room. Seungcheol walked away after him, patting you on the back on his way out.

Jeonghan waited until they were completely out of sight before speaking.

“What’s really wrong?” Jeonghan asked. You were silent for a moment, still not sure what to say to him without the same thing happening over and over again.

“Is it because I’m leaving?”

You shook your head, but the tears leaking out of your eyes said otherwise. He frowned, pulling you into a hug.

“You can leave,” You pulled yourself back, wiping your eyes. “But you can’t leave your house until tomorrow.”

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded as his arms dropped to his side.

“Promise me you won’t leave your house tonight. Not to the store or the gas station or… Don’t even walk me home.” Your voice shook with each word as you tried so desperately not to break down.

Jeonghan only stared at you in confusion and hurt, failing to understand what you really meant.

“Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.”

“No!” You blurted, your hands flying to your cheek to wipe away the tears that had fallen. “Promise me.”

“Why? What are you talking about?”

“Jeonghan,” You pleaded. “Promise me you won’t leave this house anywhere until tomorrow.”

“Fine, I promise! But tell me why.” He crossed his arms, a stern expression on his face.

“Tomorrow. I will explain tomorrow. Just please keep your promise.” You held back your tears further, feeling somewhat relieved he actually accepted your promise.

“Let’s enjoy the party. Please.” You tried to mend the tension. Jeonghan silently agreed, still confused yet concerned.

But he didn’t ask any further and walked out of the kitchen with you following behind him.

You tried your best to enjoy the party, as you had suggested. Jeonghan was.

You were happy about that, that your conversation with him hadn’t completely spoiled the mood.

He deserved a nice going away party.

You tried not to be the ‘party pooper’ but you felt more and more anxious as the time ticked on.

Soon it was eight. Then nine.

And at ten, you realized that this had been the longest he had made it through a time loop.

You allowed yourself to finally breathe, smiling happily realizing you had managed to break the loop and you almost couldn’t wait to run back to your apartment and tell everyone on the time traveler’s forum that they were wrong.

You can save someone in a time loop.

And you did.

“Alright! It’s time to wrap this up!” Jeonghan announced, raising his glass in the air. Everyone followed his gesture, raising theirs as well.

You raised yours up with them, earning a smile from Jeonghan.

“You better not forget about us!” Jun joked, drunkenly laughing. Jeonghan opened his arms for a group hug.

You were the only one not in on the hug, watching on with a smile. You wanted to cry, only this time, you were happy. Finally happy with the end result.

No more heartbreak- for now, no more driving yourself crazy trying to figure out a way to save Jeonghan, no more people telling you you couldn’t save him.

You wouldn’t be able to tell anyone in person about the whole experience either. Not even Jeonghan- He wouldn’t understand. He hasn’t.

The only other time traveler’s were either passed away or inactive on the forums as they have ‘retired’ with turning back the clock- or forward.

Yet you still couldn’t wait to tell them they were wrong.

“Come in! There’s room!”

They all invited you into the hug, gradually letting you to where Jeonghan was and soon your arms around wrapped around him and only him.

“Thank you guys for coming.” Jeonghan spoke. Everyone started to slowly peel off, grabbing anything they had brought with them.

By the time they started leaving, you had barely let Jeonghan go. Smiling up at him.

“Please remember your promise.” You reminded him. His smiled slightly faded, but he nodded.

“I love you.” You said it first this time.

“I love you too.”

You walked towards the door opening it after Chan had shut the door behind him, not realizing you were leaving as well.

“Get home safe.” Jeonghan spoke up, stopping you in your tracks. You nodded, “I will call you when I get home.”

You left the house, crossing the street after waiting for a few cars to pass.

You had made it to the next crosswalk before you heard fast footsteps behind you.

“Wait!” Jeonghan panted, running behind you. You widened your eyes, turning to face him after getting halfway across the street.

“You left your phone!” He passed you your phone, catching his breath.

“Jeonghan!”

“I know! But you can’t call me if you don’t have your phone!” He collected himself, the two of you stood in the middle of the street.

“Thank you, but you need to get back home! It’s not safe!” You checked the time, seeing it wasn’t midnight yet.

“What do you mean?” He asked, taking a step back to prepare his walk back home. You shook your head.

“Tomorrow! I’ll tell you tomorrow!”

You snapped your head towards the loud horn that honked at you two, the bright headlights staring you and Jeonghan down.

Your heart dropped, the sinking feeling as you realized maybe the forums were right after all.

You were going to save him.

With only a second to act, you ran and pushed Jeonghan hard enough to where he had stumbled and fell onto the sidewalk, where it was safe.

You, on the other hand, had been violently hit as the car had been speeding. You were in the air for a moment and on the road the next, unable to feel anything other than every part of your body aching painfully.

The car screeched to a halt and both the driver and Jeonghan were in shock, running to your side to see if you were alright.

“Call an ambulance!” Jeonghan yelled, hovering his hands over you in an attempt to figure out what he needed to do to help you.

You couldn’t breathe, your body was in blinding pain- You assumed you had multiple broken bones, even your head was in this terrible searing pain.

On top of that, your hair felt wet- which you were certain was because you were bleeding.

Jeonghan began to cry as you were more and more unresponsive to his pleas and words.

The driver was even panicking over the phone, which angered Jeonghan deep down. Why were they driving so fast at night?

You were so close.

But you saved Jeonghan, finally.

Jeonghan had rode in the ambulance with you but wasn’t allowed in the emergency room with you due to your condition.

He paced the hospital waiting area, glancing at the guys as they arrived.

“What the hell happened?” Seungcheol asked immediately. Jeonghan broke down into tears again, Seungcheol hugged him in an attempt to comfort him.

You weren’t going to make it. The lead doctor told Jeonghan this.

You had lost too much blood. Hit your head too hard on the road, your lungs were punctured by the fractured bones you received from the inital impact.

“Oh no…” Seungkwan covered his mouth, hearing Jeonghan speak about what happened.

You weren’t going to survive this. The injuries you sustained, you weren’t going to make it through to the morning.

You were okay with that.

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Jeonghan entered your apartment after you had passed away to clean it out and take anything important to you to deliver them to your family later on.

He started with the kitchen, then the living room, the bathroom, and eventually he got to your bedroom.

He felt the air thickening around him as he forced himself to open the door.

Immediately, he had teared up again, as if he hadn’t cried enough already.

Everything reminded him of you. After all, it was your room.

“I miss you.”

He sat on your bed, hugging one of your pillows tightly, tears streaming down his face.

He heard a notification sound coming from your laptop, feeling compelled to check it. He furrowed his eyebrows, seeing as you had multiple tabs open.

All of them had to do with time travel.

‘Is it possible to save someone from dying using a time loop?’

Jeonghan read more and more about what you were reading. The more he read, the more he understood what you meant.

These searches were about him.

Jeonghan felt chills running down his spine as he continued to read.

‘It is not possible to save someone from death in this situation. It’s either one or the other.’

The tab that had sent out the initial notification had went off again. Jeonghan opened that tab, opening up on a chat long between you and probably the only active forum user.

- Sorry about your boyfriend.

- I’m going to save him this time.

- Good luck. Doesn’t always work like that.

- Always? So there is a chance.

Jeonghan wiped his face, scrolling down further into the newer messages.

- Did it work? I didn’t feel the electricity this morning.

- If it worked, let me know. I would like to save my mom.

Jeonghan clicked on another tab that he hadn’t previously viewed.

This time, it had instructions on how to create the time loop for beginners to advanced time travelers.

Jeonghan looked over at the clock you had beside your bed, picking it up and reading the beginner instructions.

He emailed himself the website and left to his house, taking the clock with him, leaving the boxes of stuff belonging to you in the living room.

As soon as he made it to his house, he immediately went to his bedroom, pulling up the site on his phone, reading over the instructions multiple times before he felt confident he knew what to do.

Turning the clock to exactly 24 hours before, he set the clock down and fell asleep, hopeful and determined to save you.

“Did I wake you?”

Jeonghan felt the tears streaming down his face, but he kept it concealed in his voice after hearing your voice over the phone.

“No.”

“Why do you sound like you’re crying?”

“I’m not! Just had a bad dream.” He answered, technically telling you the truth. Your death felt like a bad dream to him, hearing your voice again since then.

“Aw! I’ll go get you. We can have breakfast together.”

Jeonghan covered his mouth, crying harder as he tried to conceal it. He tried to hold himself together so he wouldn’t worry you any further.

“I’d love that.”

You lightly laughed, wind and cars passing by in the background were heard as well. “good. I’m already on the way.”

Jeonghan finally stopped crying, knowing he would save you as you saved him.

If he didn’t save you before the night ended?

He would try again.

And again.

And eventually, he would save you.

[jermai]

jerma i am in your house

"jerma i am in your house" Jerma's voice says. "You're in my fucking house, I can't believe this is happening," Jerma says and makes a frustrated sound with his mouth. He rolls his eyes and laughs. "What the fuck are you doing? You think you can just come to my house?" Jerma asks. "I want you out of here!" Jerma says as he tries to close his bedroom door but it doesn't work. "I don't know what the hell you're doing, but I'm not going to tolerate this." The door opens again and a man wearing a black shirt and blue jeans walks through the doorway. His face is obscured by a shadow. Jerma covers himself up with bed sheets as he calls out to the man, "Don't come in here! Please!" The man looks over at Jerma before walking into his room. The man moves around the room looking for something. "Where do you keep it," the man asks. Jerma can hear him rummaging through things in the closet, then the bathroom. After a few seconds, he comes back with a bottle of pills. "Here it is," he says. "Take one every day until you get better." Jerma shakes his head and laughs, "No I don't need that." The man holds up the bottle and shakes it. "It'll help you feel better." Jerma smiles, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." The man opens the bottle and puts some pills in his hand. "Okay, take it," he says. Jerma takes the pill from the man and swallows it down. "See, now you should be able to focus on the stream." The man picks up the bottle and gives it to Jerma. "Just remember to take it everyday. Trust me, it will make a huge difference." Jerma grins and nods his head. "Yeah okay, thanks," he says. The man smiles and leaves his room as Jerma sits back on his bed. "Who was that?" He asks himself. That man was Jerma's grandfather, who died years ago.

[mrfeenysmustache]

Mother Moon 🌙

Chapter 6

A.N.: Inuyasha grows a little more between each chapter. In this one, he’s roughly three and half by human standards, which is why he talks so well. Also, I never meant for this to go nearly a year between updates!!!!! My deepest apologies 🥹🥹

Summary: He was left on her doorstep, orphaned on the night of his birth, and something inside her compelled her to keep him. There would be gossip; there would be slander; there would be violence and attempts on her life and on his. But the Lady of the Moon had decided: he was hers. Adoption AU

Also read on: AO3

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Inuyasha woke up as he always did, sprawled across his bedding with a painfully empty stomach and eyes that just did not want to open yet.

Maybe a few more minutes of sleep?

Surely he wouldn’t starve to death if he just rolled over and shut his eyes again.

And his dreams had been so nice! Endless cloud fields to run and play in, and big brother Sesshomaru chased him from one end to the other but he always got away.

‘You are much faster than me, Inuyasha. A great Inuyokai, indeed,’ he’d said before pulling several sweet treats from behind his back, and they’d sat and eaten them until they were sick.

It was his favorite dream to have, especially since his Big Brother wasn’t quite ready to have fun like that yet.

But Inuyasha could tell it was almost time.

Maybe after he fell back asleep, that field would still be there, and Big Brother Sesshomaru would be waiting to play again, and they could have another picnic with all his favorite foods and desserts!

It was so lovely and warm there, endless summer sunshine and cool water to drink from a sparkling stream that ran through one side. And sometimes mama would show up to play, too! Those were his extra favorite dreams, when all three of them were free and having fun and no one ever needed to leave or spend time in boring offices with boring papers or with people who smelled sour when they saw him.

Yes, he decided, slipping back into dreamland was just the perfect choice, and he could feel the sweet touch of slumber creeping around him like a hug when a loud, sharp growl rang out inside the room, right from his stomach.

His eyes popped open, and he sat up when he heard a giggle from his doorway.

Nanny Kasumi covered her mouth to hide her grin, but her yellow eyes danced like they always did when she was laughing, and that she was laughing at him made him grumpy.

His lip poked out and he crossed his arms with a HUMPH!, which only made Nannu Kasumi laugh harder as she strolled into the room and scooped him up off his bedding.

“Come now Little Lordling, let’s put on a happy face to get dressed and go see your mother!”

“Where is mama?” He asked as his Nanny carried him to his wardrobe.

“She had a very unexpected visitor this morning so sent me to prepare you for breakfast! Now, which color would you like to wear today, Lord Puppy?”

“Hm….” Inuyasha said, tapping one little clawed finger against his chin. “Dis one!”

He pointed up to a red and white set of silk clothes and his Nanny retrieved it with a knowing smile.

“It will look perfect on you. Now, let’s go get your hair combed.

“Awwwww, do I hafta?!”

“YES.”

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His hair had been tugged and pulled to get out all his sleepy tangles, so the happy face he’d put on right after waking was once again gone as he made his way to the dining room holding Nanny Kasumi’s hand.

She seemed to be in very bright spirits but how could she be? And how could she expect him to find a smile when his good dreams had been ruined, his Mama hadn’t been able to wake him up, and now he’d have to eat quietly while she entertained another stuffy visitor who wouldn’t want to listen while he showed them his collection of cool rocks he found in the garden?

This day was turning out to be a terrible, awful, horrible day.

“Alright Princeling, here we are! Have a good breakfast!”

She bent down and pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek and then shooed him along, and he wiped it off with a ‘feh!’ while she giggled again and walked off to see to other duties.

With a scowl he finished his trek into the dining room, his little golden stare landing on the “unexpected guest” that had kept his mother from him, and his eyes widened in shock.

“BIG BRUDDER!!!!”

He took off and launched himself across the dining room, and Sesshomaru had just enough time to scoot back from the table to give Inuyasha enough room to land in his lap without making a mess of the plates and cups.

“I haven’t seened you in FOREBER!!!” Inuyasha cried, wrapping his arms around Sesshomaru’s neck.

“It has been three weeks. Hardly forever. Your grasp on the passage of time leaves much to be desired.” His brother responded, and though his words were flat and his face was serene as usual, a bright note of something sweet bloomed through his scent.

This was how Inuyasha knew his brother was happy to see him, even when he didn’t seem like he was on the outside.

“Inuyasha it’s not polite to cling at the breakfast table. At least let your brother eat, first.”

He turned big sad, round his on his mother, who pointed to a spot next to Sesshomaru where a little plate covered in food sat waiting.

“Okaaaaay. But I will sit really close to you, okay Big Brudder? So you won’t be sad.”

Sesshomaru cocked one brow, but Inuyasha could see one corner of his mouth trying not to curl up, and he smelled like someone had said something funny.

“Hn.”

Shimmying out of his brother’s lap, Inuyasha settled in front of his plate and finally started filling his very empty tummy.

“No greetings for your mother then?! I’m raising a very ungrateful pup indeed!”

“Sowwy mama! But I see you evwy day, and Big Brudder is never here. And I’m weally weally hungwy.”

“I wouldn’t say never….” Sesshomaru mumbled.

“You could stand to visit more often,” their mother replied, and Sesshomaru snorted, picking up his tea cup and taking a sip.

“There is too much to do. Father’s actions still cause ripples of unrest in even the farthest corners of the West. You would not believe the scum I must stomp down who believe themselves mighty enough to turn against our house. Their misjudgments are easily rectified but the mess they leave in their wake of false promises of revolution take much longer to clean up. Father neglected much more than you and I in his final years. I have much to put to rights.”

“I see. Well, I’m sure you grow tired of hearing how much we miss you, so I will not say it again.”

“I….. do not begrudge your sentiments.”

Inuyasha didn’t understand a lot of what his mother and brother were saying, but he did know that his plate was clean, his belly was full, and he could sit in Sesshomaru’s lap again before he inevitably had to leave.

“Alright I done!” He declared, hopping back up into Sesshomaru’s arms.

“Your appetite grows more and more each time I see you,” he said, “you are growing stronger.”

“Yeah I am! I gonna get real big and strong and I gonna keep mama safe from everyone.”

“That is good. I cannot be here to offer my own protection, so you must train hard to take my place.”

“Where you always goin’ Big Brudder?”

“I must travel far across the West to make sure you are safe,” Sesshomaru said gravely, and visions of adventures hunting down and fighting bad guys danced around in Inuyasha’s head.

He leaned in really close and looked directly into his brother’s eye.

“I wanna go wiff you nest time. I help.”

“Hnnnn…” Sesshomaru said, resettling Inuyasha a more comfortable distance from his face. “You are currently too young to make such travels…. But soon you will need to learn to hunt…”

“I can teach him.” Mama said, but Sesshomaru’s eyes went distant, and Inuyasha thought he smelled a little sad.

“No. I will teach him. I will teach him what father never deigned to teach me.”

“Sesshomaru-“

“I understand his duty to his land far outstripped any other duty he shouldered, but I believe more firmly in balance. Inuyasha,” he said in a deep, commanding voice, and Inuyasha felt helpless to do anything but meet his brother’s hard, golden gaze with his own. “At the start of your fifth year, your training will begin, and will be undertaken… by me.”

“Weally?”

“Yes.”

“Oh fank you Big Brudder!” He said, once more leaping up and wrapping his arms around Sesshomaru’s neck.

His brother wrapped his arms around his back and held him there, even has his voice went even colder.

“This is supposed to be a serious and monumental moment in a pup’s life…”

“But you’ve just made his entire month!”

Glancing down at the silver head nuzzling up under his chin in such excitement, Sesshomaru let his mask slip- just a little- and smiled softly.

“Hn.”

[kaimaciel]

My turn for some angst 😌 @cajousque on twitter made a comic where flowers begin to grow on Spain for every soul that died in the spanish civil war. Plus your headcanon that when a tan die and they can't recover their body it just spawns again but younger

Imagine in the 19th century Afonso is asked by the newly turned republic Brazil government to come. He naturally rejects but they keep insisting until he decides to go and see what the hell this brat wants. When he arrives he's shocked to find Luciano looking like a young boy, like the one he used to care for, being kept in secret by the government and Rio de Janeiro being the one in charge until he grows back. Afonso desperately asks where is his old body and is taken to a garden, Rio shows him a place where passion fruit flowers where growing and tells him Luciano is buried underneath there

Rio explains that after the Paraguayan war those flowers began to grow and infest his body. No doctor could understand what was going on until he decides to seek a shaman, the shaman says each one of those flowers were a soul he took from the war. His condition and death was kept in secret from the public and Afonso being there was one of Luciano's last wishes

"He wanted to see you one last time" Rio says "but you kept refusing our request. When we told him he just... laughed, saying 'what a stubborn old mule, like always'"

This one is so good!!! My God 😭

Afonso's felt crushed by guilt. If he hadn't been so angry and proud... if only he had come a little sooner...

"Nininho..."

He could could feel Rio angrily staring at him. Too little, too late. Afonso knew what he was thinking.

"Was he alone?" he asked. There was no point asking if he had suffered, Afonso knew very well how it felt.

"Goverment officials were here," Rio said matter of factly.

Afonso nodded and stared silently at the flowers, shinning so beautifully in the sun.

The little boy (Afonso couldn't bring himself to think of him as Luciano... not yet), ran towards them with a toy, hopeful they would play in the garden with him, but Rio grabbed his hand.

"You should leave," Rio said. "The country is at a very delicate stage right now. We need to find our own path and our government... they don't want you to influence him anymore."

Rio was staring at the little boy, who smiled at him before asking to be held. Afonso glanced at him just for a brief second before facing the flowers again.

"Is that why Arthur and Alfred are coming over?"

If Rio was surprised that he knew, he didn't show it, nor did he answer. There was no need.

It wouldn't work, not in the way the humans hoped. A nation's rebirth didn't undo their past or turn them into different people, even if their reborn self was raised by another more suitable and sucessful Nation. Many had tried before.

"I'll leave first thing in the morning," Afonso said, his back still turned. "But... Can I stay here tonight?"

Rio stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before agreeing and taking the young boy way with him inside the house.

Afonso stood before the passion flowers as the sun went down and night fell. He didn't touch the flowers, he wouldn't dare. Instead he let his tears fall silently to the ground.

"I thought you wanted to shove your sucess in my face, that's why I said I didn't want to come here. You said you didn't want to see me again," Afonso muttered, tears streaming down his face. "I've let you down, Nininho. I'm sorry."

After several hours, Afonso's legs were too tired and he kneeled on the ground. His knees hurt, but he didn't care. This was his penance, as worthless as it was.

The sound of steps startled him and he turned around. The boy... Luciano was there staring at him with wide brown eyes as if he didn't want to scare him away.

Afonso stared at the small child still wearing his pajamas who looked so painfully familiar.

"You shouldn't be here," he said, wiping his tears. "It's late. You should be in bed."

The little boy stared back at him, his little hands clenched over his shirt. "I can't sleep. I had a bad dream."

And before Afonso could react, the little boy threw himself into his arms and hugged him tight.

Afonso fell on his ass, holdind the child instinctively against his chest. "Luci!"

"Why are you crying? I don't want you to cry," Luciano said, wrapping his hands around Afonso's neck and laying his head against his shoulder. "Papai..."

It was so familiar. So painfully familar. Afonso's eyes were burning as new tears fell.

How long at it been since he had held him like this?

"I'm sorry, Nininho... I'm so, so, sorry."

[aerinzephyr]

An old Pyre fic I was working on a few years ago, thought I’d post what I have

It starts before the beginning of the game and I haven’t gotten to where we meet the Nightwings yet, but if any Pyre fans see this, I hope you enjoy

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Burning. You remember burning.

Paper. Flesh. It didn’t matter.

It still hurt all the same.

You could still hear the popping and crackling of your home, aflame and falling apart. Of old, yellowed pages burning away into blackened ash.

The laughs and sneers of your captors as they tossed everything into the growing fires.

The blazing, searing heat. Eating at your clothes, your hair, your skin.

You screamed until the flames took away your voice.

Then they pulled you away and threw you against the ground.

Everything went dark.

You found yourself kneeling at the feet of the man who would seal your fate. They carted you through the pristine, white streets in your broken and bruised state, still wearing your burned rags and baring your still-bleeding body. The carving on your back on full display.

A final indignity. Showing you off to the masses as if you were a stain the city had finally managed to scrub out.

At least they had the kindness to dress you and your wounds before your trial.

Kindness. You almost scoffed. There was nothing kind left in the Commonwealth. Any kindness had died the day they had taken your teacher. Leaving you with nothing but memories and the precious books the both of you had given everything for.

“Do you know why you have been brought here today?” asked the man, glaring through the pale, white mask hiding his face.

You said nothing.

“You are here for the crime of literacy!” he bellowed, “The most heinous of crimes in our dear Commonwealth,” he had gasped, as if in pain, and spoke again, quietly, “Were you not happy here? Was our city not clean enough? Not plenty enough? Not good enough?”

He continued on, wondering why you had committed such an atrocity when the Commonwealth was so good to her citizens. So loving. The other masked figures beside him wiped at their faces, as if you had betrayed them. As if they were the ones tossed into a fire, had the symbol of a criminal carved into their skin.

You couldn’t bring it in yourself to care how you hurt these strangers. You wanted the pain to stop. You wanted to drown out the voice of the figure above you. You wanted to sleep. You wanted your books. You wanted to be with your teacher.

“Have you anything to say in your defense?”

You said nothing.

The bang of the gavel echoed in the room, “Then, for the crimes committed against the Commonwealth, you shall be sentenced to the Downside!”

They threw a ratty, brown cloak at you before roughly tossing you into a gilded, wire cage. There you sat, at the edge of the falls, the length of the River Sclorian stretching far beneath you, the mists obscuring the very bottom of the icy stream.

“Abandon your hope, Reader,” he spat, “You won’t be needing it where you’re going.”

And down you fell.