#anon whoever you are i hope you know i actually spent time to make this

[kuni-kuun]

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Heyo! May I request platonic yandere chain with reader? But instead of isekai like normal the reader is actually a destructive spirit or deity that was reawakened by either Dark Link or Ganon? Anywhoooo I hope you’re having a great week- mine was filled with exams lmfaooooo

Thanks for requesting anon! I really hope you had good results from those exams!

Notes: My week was okay, thank you for asking!!

I really let out my imagination out on this one, hope you'll like it.

BTW, take this as a part on the back for getting through your week.

I feel like I made the yandereness on this one so light, I'm sorry

-> Reader can't bring themselves to remember anyone's names so just remembers their most striking characteristics in their opinion.

-> It's been a while since I've read the comic, so Time keeping FD's mask on his belt for safety measures (since it's the most dangerous one and he can't lose it) is merely a headcanon of mine.

-> Reader is a menace who has questionable intellect (AKA a chaotic, pyromaniac, destructive entity being forced to be nice to others by the good guys™).

-> I left the end ambiguous, so you guys can decide if reader was either truly tamed or is still a menace who Time has to keep on check so they won't be too cruel on their "pranks".

-> Reader also magically rearranged Time's ocarina so each hole would play different a different sound at some point, so he literally had to re-learn where each note was so that he could go back to playing his songs again.

-> Reader slept for more than Time and Wild both and doesn't know a thing about the Zelda lore other than the Golden goddesses.

TWs: Light platonic yanderism, mention of burns, mentions of fire and arson, mentions of loud noises, basically just reader being an absolute hazard to anyone and everyone.

Platonic yandere! Chain x Reader

Debt to pay.

People from your time used to say that one could sooner move a mountain from it's resting place rather than tame your natural ways.

You wouldn't say you were a deity, per say, you thrived on chaos and setbacks, a living annoyance to the poor living things that breathed the same air as you, and roamed the earth by the same time you did.

It was in your nature to be destructive, yes, but you never wanted destruction, at least not full extinction. The darkness and the light were both two sides of the same rupee, they were one just like the other, beings of both sides would react the exact identical way to having their butts lit on fire. So, of course, you weren't one to pick and choose who you'd go after each day.

Thing is, most people didn't understand that —if anyone at all— so everyone just assumed you were a being of pure darkness, even if you actually saw yourself as more of a dark gray entity from a moral chart perspective.

And that was how you got yourself “killed”, if that's even the right thing to call it.

Somehow, no one seemed to care much when you lit whole villages on fire and made all of the walls of full-on castles start dissing out pure electricity, but they almost dislocated their jaws the moment you decided to do a silly trick and turn all of their lovely goddesses statues upside down for a day.

As if those same goddesses hadn't just ignored all of their prayers in the last hundreds of years you spent freely making their lives miserable.

You were stored in a vase. Not even a cool cool one. A plain clay vase deep within a temple under the ground. If you could choose, you'd have preferred something more majestic and up to the level of your power, but then again, it wasn't like you were in place to say anything in your defense.

Sometimes you just wondered how your small group of worshipers were. They probably weren't the best people out there, if you could say so yourself, but you were still curious if they ended up having similar fates to yours.

A long, long time later, you were "revived", for the same reason you were "killed".

Not the best choice on the part of whoever went through the trouble of doing all that, but who were you to judge? Or even to complain?

From what you could get from the boring evil monologue the guy in front of you was giving after having just woken you up from the longest nap you've ever had —since you couldn't really die— the guy wanted you to aid him in his quest to kill some other guys and take over the world or some boring nefarious plan like that.

You couldn't recall any of the names he just said, though, so you could only guess that you had either slept for a pretty damn long time, or you were in an entirely different world on itself.

Before you could fully decide on one of the two possibilities, the red guy sent you to fight against that group of guys he was talking about, seven men with varying shades of blonde hair along with two guys who weren't blond at all.

Perhaps you could have admired the strength of the red guy's magic, to just bring you out of your sleep like that and already straight up teleport you.

Thing is, you didn't really care enough to do that, you just did whatever you wanted the moment you realized you were fully conscious and in a physical body once again.

Were you chaotic and very much possibly evil? Yes. Were you stupid, however? Kinda No.

So the moment the opportunity presented itself, you followed those guys around, gathering information. Taking notice also of that one shadow looking dude, who was following them around just like you, seemingly with the intention of making their lives hell.

Maybe he'd be an interesting being to interact with, if he wasn't as prickly as a damn cactus. You swore you couldn't even approach the guy without him reacting like a startled cat, pointing his flimsy sword straight to your face. You swore to yourself you'd break that thing in half one of these days.

And so you set your sights fully on the blond —and the not so blond— guys, taking your time to also play around with the villages they went to and toy with the monster camps they passed by.

Of course, you couldn't just ignore the massively ominous aura drifting from the masks that one of the taller blondies carried around. Your hands itched to get a grasp on those things, whatever was sealed inside it was magical and possibly powerful, and the possibilities sent your mind on quite a dangerous frenzy.

The thing that made you a bit disappointed, however, was how long it took for them to notice your presence.

At some point you decided to start giving them some more obvious hints that what was following them wasn't friendly.

They seemed to really like bomb bags, which wasn't exactly safe for them when you could randomly activate those at will.

Also, you couldn't control the rain or storms, of course, but you definitely could attract lightning, especially since they all seemed to enjoy carrying around those identical metal swords.

Sometimes you just liked to pull on their hair and make knots on them, given that some had really long hair.

The wolf guy had a horse, one you could just startle really easily. Although you didn't have the result you wanted, since the wolf guy wasn't sent flying the moment his horse went crazy.

You caught him later, though. Making loud, high pitched noises to absolutely blow away his senses the moment he turned into a wolf to try and chase you down.

The fire that the short guy was using to mend a weapon randomly became overly strong, enough to have burned his whole arm, if he hadn't pulled away quick enough.

The scarf of the other one just one day became a bit too hard around his neck. It's a good thing for him that he was quick enough to pull it off his neck before he suffocated.

You watched as the one with pink hair almost had a breakdown, as all his colorful, shiny little trinkets and accessories having become dulled, turning completely pitch black, no traces of their original colors or magic left.

The kid tried to control the wind, only to have it blown straight back to his face, bringing leaves and sand with it.

You made sure their cook accidentally poured a bit too much pepper in their food, or salt, even sugar, if you felt like it.

The brown haired one suddenly lost control of his magic, what was supposed to heal their wounds ended up dyeing their hair blue for days on end.

That other guy who always overslept felt his pillow being pulled from under his head at random times through his nights.

And the tall guy's masks have all suddenly decided to disappear.

“Okay. Something is going on here. And it's not something natural.” Time sighed, looking around the camp, tired and worried, concerned.

Wild’s hair was an absolute mess and seemed to have caught on fire at some point, Warriors was glaring at his scarf, keeping it as far from his —almost purple— neck as possible. Wind had his hair almost as messy as Wild's, full of leaves and dirt, he was pretty sure there were also some bugs around it, his cheek had a thin cut from a sharp little rock.

Twilight was occupied comforting Epona, although the both of them seemed quite shaken up by something.

Four had some burns around the tips of his fingers, his hair usual blond hair now stained with blue, Hyrule sitting beside him with a frown, bandaging his hands rather than using his healing magic like he normally would.

Sky wasn't far from the two, almost dozing off despite the migraine that had settled behinds his eyes, which were now dotted with heavy bags from sleepless nights. Legend's terrible mood did not seem to disturb his need for a nap.

“Oh, really?” Legend almost growled back, positively fuming with barely contained rage gleaming in his eyes.

“Vet, I am not your enemy here, but once we find out who is doing this, you can direct your anger towards whoever they are.” Time shot a look to the other.

“That is, if it's even a person doing this. It might be some kind of monster.” Warriors commented.

“One thing we're sure of is that there's magic involved in this.” Hyrule spoke up, finished with the bandaging.

“I don't even know why you're so mad, Leg, you were possibly the least affected by this.” Four complained, eyebrows furrowed with stress. Even as a blacksmith, he was never a fan of getting burned, especially not being caught off guard like that!

“Agreed.” Wild was the next to speak, not bothering to brush the soot out of his hair. It wasn't quite the first time he almost been exploded, after all, even though the experience didn't get any better no matter how many times he went through it.

“You're really saying that, even though the kid only got a burst of wind to the face.”

“Ay! Mind your own business, Legend!” Wind sprung up in defense of himself, already looking to be tense prior to the attack, as the two began arguing.

While the group was in quite the mess, you took your chances to go ahead and approach stealthily to attempt to take the mask you were so curious about. Said mask being the last one you hadn't stolen borrowed yet, since the tall guy seemed to have noticed his other masks disappearances and decided to take extra means of protection towards that one.

In your opinion, your risks were all carefully thought out and calculated, however, you seemed to have completely forgotten about a certain wolf guy at the edge of the camp, standing beside his horse and looking straight at you.

You managed to grab the mask from the taller guy's belt! But at what price..?

Before you could even manage to turn around and run away with it, a hand shot out, hooking on the back of the collar of your shirt, pushing you to the ground in a second. And in another second, there was a blade shoved right in front of your face.

Goddammit.

You barely paid any attention to all the yelling, too occupied hugging your newly acquired possession tightly to your chest.

“Hand me that mask. Now.” A voice right behind you demanded, yet you still didn't move.

“No.”

The sword in front of you seemed to inch just slightly closer to your neck.

“At least tell me what it is, first!” You asked, a bit more squirmy, not at all comfortable with the vulnerability you had right now, since it seemed like that long sleep left you with a bit less power than you used to have, clearly a precaution, should you ever gain you body back. It was smart from your captors, but very much annoying for you.

“None of your business, now give me back my mask!” The tall guy —now in front of you— stressed. You could tell that his restlessness was hinting towards just how near he was to the end of his wits.

“If this piece of porcelain is as powerful as it seems, then yes, yes it is my business!”

It wasn't, not really, but you were too curious to just give up on information just like that.

The tall guy went quiet for a second before he finally replied, going with a question instead of actually giving you an answer like you were expecting from him.

“How do you know how powerful it is?”

“None of your business.” You threw his own words back at him and now the dull side of the sword was suddenly pressing up pretty uncomfortably against your skin, burning you. “Okay, fine, I'll tell you.”

And that was how you met the Links, and also how you became chained to them, unable to leave. After all, you did have to pay them back for all that you did to every single one of them.

But, for some reason, that simple dept seemed to only to get bigger the longer you spent time with them, despite the fact you weren't doing anything entirely wrong…

At least, that was the excuse they gave to you, yet something in you made you feel like that wasn't the full truth.

Extra (This happened)

Time: give me back my shit

Reader: nuh-uh

Time: fym nuh-uh

[kriffingstars]

Johhny MacTavish; Price's hands are tied, for now

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Price doesn't know how to keep you away from a very charismatic scotsman who definitely has the hots for you warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), drinking a/n: I hope you enjoy this anon, I'm excited for Reader to meet the rest of the 141 squad eventually!

Price's Niece Masterlist

Naafi: It's what the bar area in the bases are called. The nicer ones usually have a pool table, maybe darts, and drinks are normally pretty cheap.

Johnny texts you back straight away - so you have his number he says.

The next few weeks of his leave are spent on and off texting him and it's not like you can hide this from your Uncle. He gives you a warning look whenever your phone chimes.

"Relax, we're just friends. He says hello by the way," you add, your smile mirroring his in the way your cheeks scrunch slightly.

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about," he grumbles, going about the kitchen as he makes himself a brew. Maybe it isn't too early for a whisky?

Johnny pops in to see the both of you on his way back to base, with the excuse that it's a long drive and breaking up the journey is easier. Price knows full well he's driven in much more uncomfortable vehicles for much longer when they've been away.

But they're not away right now, and there's no way he can justify not letting Johnny come round to his niece.

When they're finally back on base things seem to be going back to normal. They're all busy (maybe that's because Price keeps it this way) and finding time to text you, for either of them, is few and far between.

Price starts to relax a little, there's been no mention of you from Soap and you haven't mentioned him either, not the he comes up in the mundane conversation between the two of you.

Usually, you reminding him not to spend hours in his office pouring over paperwork, like he does when he's at home and him checking in on you, making sure you're remembering to eat in between working on your assignments.

It's not until he does actually heed your warning and spends his evening in the Naafi with the lads that his alarm bells really start ringing.

In between pints and banter, Soap is continually checking his phone. It's vibrating in his pocket every few minutes or so and he's quickly smiling at the device and firing off a response.

It's Gaz who's the first of them to say anything.

"Someone caught your eye on leave or something? You've been on that thing all night," he teases, as Soap's eyes widen, a light flush on his ears.

Price perks up at that, he's not stupid. He knows it's likely you're the mystery sender. It's frustrating, he can't tell you who you can and can't be friends with, but there's a niggling feeling that despite your insistence that you just get along with the man, that something else is brewing.

"Aye, something like that. Just a friend though." he coughs, avoiding eye contact with Price completely.

Confirmation. It is you. Your texts are a lot more regular than the 'every now and again' you said they were before he left.

"Good for you man, must be a godsend to put up with you though,"

They laugh, as the conversation moves on. The rest of the night is fairly nondescript. Just the usual banter and chatter fill the evening until Ghost begins to bid his good evenings, heading back to the bunks.

Gaz gathers the empty glasses, quickly taking them back to the bar, before chatting to whoever was bartending that night.

"I'm not saying anything."

That's all Price needs to put the fear of god in Soap, he doesn't need to say any more to get the message across, loud and clear. Don't get involved, don't take this too far.

That night Price lies awake, mind running through all the ways he can nip this in the bud. He can't tell either of you to stop, what he can do, is make sure Soap has a lot less time to be talking to you.

Over the next couple of days, he gives Soap the job of inventorying the entire armoury. It's tedious, boring and most of all time-consuming. Every weapon and piece of equipment needs to be carefully dismantled, examined, cleaned, and put back together, before logging on the ancient computer that crashes every twenty minutes or so.

You don't hear much from either of them, until you get a call from your Uncle, just as you're sitting down to eat.

Dinner abandoned, you fill him in on how uni is going, you're currently on your early Italian module, and thinking about trying to get some work experience over the summer in Florence.

"I'm sorry I haven't called more, sweetheart. We've been up to our eyeballs in admin."

It's okay you promise him, as long as he's not working ridiculously late into the night.

This pattern continues for the next few days and the other guys are starting to pick up that something is going on. Soap's been getting a lot of the tasks that some of the less experienced guys usually do.

Price uses that as his excuse, muttering something along the lines of, "If you want it done properly, you need to do it yourself."

Or send the guy that you're trying to keep away from your niece.

It doesn't come to a head until Ghost knocks on his office door, one afternoon.

And he asks, and reluctantly Price divulges a bit more information.

"Soap's been distracted recently, he needs to get his head in the game, Lieutenant."

He knows he can't carry on with this, he's letting his, and now their, private life interfere with work, but he doesn't know what else he can do. He can't give Soap a bollocking for something he hasn't done yet, and he knows better than speaking to you about the matter.

You'd be a good officer he thinks, as you diplomatically shut down his attempts to bring up your budding friendship.

That night is spent sipping on the whisky from the bottom draw of his desk, and nursing one of his favourite cigars.

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I literally love ur work omg. Ur pregnancy stuff makes me feel so fluffy inside I love it. what about blade and Gepard and whoever else you want to add with a reader who's overdue? like she's complaining a lot because she's in pain (completely understandable bc that sounds painful lol) but like how would they take care of reader (can u make it so blade is even just a little touchy I like to hc him as like the biggest softie in private bc of how touch starved he is) don't write if u don't wanna. have a good day/night!

Oh my gosh??? Thank you so much!!! I really appreciate it!! And I will gladly do this prompt, though I must admit I’ll probably have to do some research lolol

And yeah I can get behind big softie Blade if you’re in private, I’ll make him a little bit touchy, just for you!

Cw! Pregnancy

-Honkai star rail men with a pregnant!reader that’s overdue-

Gepard Landau: oh my gosh you know this poor man feels so bad for you. You’re both so excited to see your baby, but the kiddo is taking their sweet, sweet time. I see Gepard frantically looking up information on being overdue, and then doing literally everything the guides recommend. He takes time off work to spend with you, given that the baby could come literally any day. He keeps Serval on speed dial, because she’s Begging to know when the baby’s coming. He invests in a heating pad for you (he spent way too much money on it) and yeah, it’s actually pretty helpful for your pregnancy pains. He tries to find some sort of activity for the two of you to do while you’re overdue, so you’re not just sitting around and waiting for the baby to arrive. All in all, he takes good care of you, though to be honest he’s way more nervous and stressed about this pregnancy than you are.

Blade: Blade…he doesn’t know what to do, he really doesn’t. I’m imagining cold emotionless blank Blade just standing with you and Kafka going: “Blade relax you’re so nervous, it’s okay for a baby to be a little bit overdue, it happens,” even though he’s clearly not visibly freaking out over the baby or anything. Kafka and you can both see through him though. He really is concerned for you. He finds that he soothes you a lot better when the two of you are alone. That’s the only time he’s comfortable touching you. He just sorta dotes on you when the two of you are together alone. Whatever you want he’ll get for you, whether that be snacks or a nice blanket or something like that, you can count on Blade to get it for you. Deep down he’s a bit of a doting husband apparently. This man really would do anything for you, he’s very loyal and devoted. Being two weeks overdue was pretty awful, but thankfully you had Blade by your side to take care of you.

Luocha: Luocha breaks out the: “it’s okay that the baby is a bit overdue, only 5% of babies are actually born on the due date blah blah blah…” but honestly it’s pretty reassuring to hear him sound so confident that everything was going to be okay. And while he’s certain everything is fine, he does understand that it’s probably causing you a lot of stress that the baby is taking longer than what you were hoping. So he does his best to de-stress you. He spends his time with you reading parenting books, and encouraging you to distract yourself with stuff like decorating the baby’s room or going clothes shopping and stuff like that. As one anon put it, Luocha’s kinda on easy mode when it comes to you being pregnant. He’s very calm and relaxed and confident, given his knowledge as a doctor (even if he doesn’t exactly want to have a kid). So overall you feel pretty okay with the baby being overdue, Luocha’s confidence rubbing off on you.

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★ Never Tickle a Painter ★

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Summary: Hyunjin had spent a good amount of time doing a portrait of a flower vase. He had been busy for hours, but Jisung was getting bored and needed something to do. Jisung decides to annoy Hyunjin by trying to tickle him, making Hyunjin mess up his painting. Yes, this was an easy fix for an artist such as himself, but he needed to teach Jisung a lesson about not messing with him while he’s painting. 

Positions: lee!jisung & ler!hyunjin

Warnings: Tickle fic

Requested by: anon request

A/N: You guys already know how much I adore lee jisung. Thank you to whoever sent me this request, I had a lot of fun making this. I really hope you all enjoy this. Once again, please stay tuned for more! I am doing my best to work on fics daily! Thanks so much - bribri <3

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It was a long, boring day at the dorm. Most of the boys had gone out to eat. All besides Jisung and Hyunjin. Unlike the others, the two had already eaten together about an hour before the other members had left. Now that the boys have been gone for a while, Jisung was getting tired of being on his phone. He wanted to interact with someone. Unfortunately for Hyunjin, he was the only one home with him. His fate was set once Jisung got up and walked to the living room, then out the patio door, where Hyunjin sat on a chair in front of a canvas. In front of the canvas lay a beautiful purple vase with pearly white roses shining in the sun on the wooden table. Hyunjin spent all morning painting on this vase, though he took a break to eat with Jisung. The bored quokka watched his member paint for what seemed like a while. He was in awe. How did Hyunjin paint so beautifully? 

After a while of watching, unnoticed by Hyunjin, Han walked up behind him. “Hi Jinnie hyung!!” he said with full happiness in his voice. The sudden voice behind him made the artist jump. “Ah-! Hi…. you scared me.” he said. His voice shaked slightly as he turned to the younger one, who was smiling behind him. “Did you need something, Hannie?” he asked. He watched the younger boy move next to him, sitting down. “No, I actually just wanted to hang out with you!” said the black haired boy. This made the artist sigh. “Well, Jisung I am kind of busy as of now. How about we hangout later?” Hyunjin asked, going back to painting in the vase on his canvas. Han sat there for a moment. “No! I want to hang out now! I’m bored, hyung.” he said, poking his hyung’s sides twice, making the poor boy flinch. “aAHahAHAh JISUNG-” the long haired boy laughed. Jisung stopped. He immediately felt bad. Hyunjin sat for a moment, giggling to himself before looking at the painting. He pouted. “Han Jisung!! Look what you’ve done now. You messed up my painting.” The flinch was so powerful that it had created a line through the center of the base. Now of course, this was an easy fix for Hyunjin, but he was still upset. Jisung continued to feel bad. “Hyung I’m sorry- I just wanted to hangout…” 

Hyunjin sighed and looked at his painting, then back at the younger one. Now of course, he knew Jisung was sorry.. However, he thought for a moment. He needed to teach him a lesson, but how? He continued to think, staying silent for these moments, which made Jisung feel even worse. “Hyung?” said the now worried boy. Jisung’s voice echoed in Hyunjin’s mind. Then, it hit him. He came back to earth, as some would say. He looked at Jisung straight into his eyes. “Run” he says. The minute these words bounce off of his lips, Jisung runs out into their backyard and hides behind a tree. Of course it is not the bestest hiding spot. In fact, he asks himself why he did not just run into the house and book it down the hallway into one of the many open rooms. His heart races, wondering what Hyunjin is gonna do. As he is lost in his thoughts, Hyunjin smirks to himself and ever so peacefully walks toward the tree Jisung had hid behind. The ‘hidden’ boy looks to the left side of the tree, checking for Hyunjin. He doesn’t see him, so he looks back and takes a breath, then looks to his right. There he was. Hyunjin stood quite literally right next to the man, with a cheeky smile on his face. With the sudden jumpscare, Jisung fell to the ground. “AH- Hyung- Hyung HI-” he screamed out as he fell. His mind began racing once more, but any move to get away was too late. The blonde boy had jumped onto Jisung and began attacking his sides. He alternates between his sides, hips, and his neck. This makes Jisung laugh hysterically. “HYAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUHUNG NO!!!” he yells out. Han kicks his legs rather quickly and tries to roll away. Laying on the grass, didn’t exactly help him out. The grass had been tickling the back of his neck the moment he had landed on it. “hEHAHAHEHE HYUNG PLEHEHEHEASE! Im saahAhahahahARRY!!” he continued. Poor Hannie, he felt so helplessly ticklish, little did he know, it was about to get much much worse. Hyunjin continued alternating spots, occasionally blowing tiny raspberries on Jisung’s well exposed neck. “Awww what's wrong Jisung?~” the blonde teased. Jisung had already been desperately trying to get away. This was not unnoticed by Hyunjin. “Why are you trying to get away? I thought you WANTED to hangout, Hannie?~” he continued to tease. The teases made Han blush. “StAHOP TEHEHEASING!!” the ticklish quokka giggled out. Again, Hyunjin smiled. “Now why would I do that? You ruined my painting, remember? You deserve this!” he stated. The long haired blondie began kneading at Jisung’s hips with one hand, while circling the rim of his bellybutton with his other hand. The feeling on his bellybutton was already enough to make Jisung scream, since that was in fact his worst spot, but the added kneading to his hips only made the ticklish sensation ten times worse. Screaming, Jisung is now thrashing around to try and get away. “NAHAHAHA HYUHUNG PLEASE!!!” The poor helpless lee tries his hardest once again to escape. “Please what, Jisungie?” Hyunjin teased. “DoHOOHONT!!” Han yelled. 

“Don’t what?” the artist teased once again. “TiHICKLE MY BEHEHELLYBUHUTTON- WAIT NOHOHOHO!!” the poor ticklish quokka yelled. “Tickle your bellybutton? Well, sure Jisung, no problem!” At that, Hyunjin paid all attention to Jisung’s cute little bellybutton. Jisung blushed bright pink, and surprisingly, so did his tummy. Hyunjin just adored this. His younger one looked so adorable giggling and squealing underneath him. He only used his pinky in Jisung’s bellybutton and it drew him crazy. Goodness, he is just so adorable, he thought. “hEHAHHAHEHEHEHE HYUHUHUNG STOHOP PLEHEHEASE!!” Jisung yelled out. He began growing weak, being more and more unable to struggle trying to get away. This only made the ticklish feeling worse for him. After a while of trying to get away, he eventually gave up and accepted his ticklish fate. The long haired artist just smilied. “Stop? Now? But I don’t want to! I wanna hang out!” he teased. Using Jisung’s “wanting to hang out” excuse as to why he would not stop tickling the poor boy felt like such an attack. A very flustering one. “HYUHUNG IHIM SaAaAhAHAHARRY PLEHEASE!!” he begged. 

Hyunjin began to think for a while, still tickling Han. Eventually, he did stop. Jisung layed there giggling, rubbing off all the ghost tickles. It took him a minute to look at Hyunjin since he felt so embarrassed. “T-Thank you hyung…” he said softly. His hyung came closer and hugged him. “For what? Stopping or for tickling you in the first place?” he teased once again. Jisung blushed bright pink once again. He took a deep breath and mumbled, loud enough for Hyunjin to hear, “both..” How adorable, the artist thought. He smiled and walked with Jisung back to his canvas. “Hm.. how about I paint a portrait of you next? I’m almost done with the flower vase.” the older one said. Han flashed a smile and jumped. “Yeah yeah!” he said excitedly. 

As said, once the flower vase was done, Hyunjin painted Jisung. It took a while, but it came out perfectly in the end.

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I love Mermay! May I request a mer!reader x Sailor/Pirate!Fives? The reader is a siren and is technically supposed to be luring Fives and his friends to their deaths, but ends up not doing so after getting into a convo with him. When someone (Palpatine, Fox, random guy, whoever you want) does try to kill Fives, the reader is able to save him. Happy ending please!

Hi there! Yay! As I have said before, I will be writing all my requests, but MERMAY! requests have priority over others even though they have been requested on a later note!

Dear anon, ty for the request! We're def going for a "cruel" badass siren that will be to her surprise captivated with our charming pirate Fives. Palpatine is obviously the bad guy.

I don't know much about sailing and i'm trying to do a past era alternative universe thing, so ignore any incongruences and that.

I hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"A CHANGE OF CURRENT"

FIVES/MER!FREADER 📩💔💖

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, BLOOD, WOUNDS, CRUELTY, SIRENS KILLING/EATING HUMANS, BITES, SCARS. REFERENCES TO ECHO'S TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE. DON'T GET SCARED. THIS IS MOSTLY FANTASY&MISTERY&FLUFF.

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"Being friends with the Captain doesn't allow you to lounge around, Fives" a voice almost identical to his teases him at his back.

The man in question turns around and grins. Echo has a half-fond, half-exasperated tiny little smile on his face. He's dressed in a similar way to him; thin linnen shirt with a deep opened v-neck and rolled up-pants, just in different tones of blue.

"Actually, it allows me to do exactly that" Fives retorts cheekily. Before Echo has a chance to put him into place, always the responsible of the two twins, he adds. "And I'll let you know lounging is a very important task on the "79's".

Echo arches an eyebrow. He crosses his arms in front of his chest; his hook just grazing the still pale skin of his left peck. Too much time spent trapped away from the sun.

"Is that so?" His brother humours him. The sun is hovering right upon them, bringing darker shades on Echo's already angular face. He's slowly filling out a bit, though, and for that Fives is glad. "How does that work, exactly?"

Fives tilts his head to the side. Echo always thought one of his twin's radiant smiles could iluminate any ship at the darkest of nights. That's the way he could eventually find the way back home, back to the 79's; Fives.

"Keeping a good mood is crutial to a ship's crew" his twin continues, going on one of his tangents. "It makes everyone work better, faster. Reduces fatigue and dangerous thoughts like plotting a mutiny".

Sometimes Echo wonders if Fives has all of this little stupid dialogues planned in his head just because, waiting for their chance to come up. The silliness of his twin's mind never ceases to surprise him; even after so many years of living together travelling through the seven seas.

"Like any of us would ever plot something of the sorts against Rex" Echo rolls his eyes, amused.

Fives shrugs, big smile still in his tanned face. They used to look so similar, Fives and him, before the accident. Now there are just... resemblances. Similarities. Probably the thing he hates the most about what happened –besides loosing his limbs–; how they had visually differentiated him so much of his twin, of his other half. For all Fives could be tiring and obnoxious, Echo knows he couldn't live without him. Even though getting used to his new body has been incredibly hard, he's glad for this second chance with him.

"I dunno' " Fives voice quickly brings him back to present time. He mimicks something dropping onto his head with his hands. "I think I'd look great with Captain Rex's hat".

Fives imitates the Captain's fierce expression and seriousness, still holding onto his imaginary pirate hat; and Echo can't keep the chuckles inside.

"You're a jokester, Fives".

His twin grins again.

"Don't make me repeat why that's important, now".

Echo smiles. Softly, this time.

Around them, at this time of the early afternoon, right after lunch, the crew of the 79' is surprisingly quiet and calm. The sea is peaceful today as well; nothing like the day before or the previous night. They're delving into dangerous waters, now. Places that don't quite appear on the map.

"What were you doing here anyways, all alone?" Echo asks.

Fives hums distractedly and glances in front of him again, at the sea; one leg staying inside the ship and the other dangling over board. The two of them have always been a little reckless like that; specially Fives.

"Thought I heard something" he whispers, then turns back to his twin again. His eyes suddenly look innocently young again, and his twin is suddenly reminded of past memories, of the two of them enlisting in the 79' when they were barely kids. "Do you think sirens really exist, brother?"

Echo sighs. They have all heard stories; but no one on board has ever personally seen one. He doesn't really know what to believe; could they be truly real, or are they just stories invented by lonely men that live by the sea?

"I don't know, Fives" he answers, going for honesty.

Fives hums, scanning the waters again; looking for something it's not quite there.

"If they do, do you think they're truly evil, like the stories tell?"

Echo stays quiet for some minutes. Then, he glances down at his hook; at the wood that replaces his legs. The skin that stays in contact with them feels sore and pained; he really should get some rest. He sighs, tired.

"I don't think so. If they do exist, and they do have something against us, I guess they'd just want to kill us directly, eliminate what they consider a danger and threat for their waters" he pauses and breathes in deeply. "I don't think they'd slowly torture us like humans do. We're the cruelest beings on land or not".

Fives golden eyes silently travel back to Echo's. He reads between the lines. He understands his point.

"You're probably right" he quietly answers, the moment unexpectedly delicate now. He shakes his head and smiles. Softer, gentle, now. "Come on. Let's go shut some eye".

Fives stands up with renewed energy, abandoning heavy feelings behind; and pats Echo's back affectionately. His twin nods knowingly, and follows him through the ship. Even though it doesn't mean he doesn't feel just as deeply –Maker knows he does–, Fives has never been one to hold up emotional conversations for too much time. They weigh heavy in his heart.

Echo takes his space on the thin cot –if you could call a bunch of old shredded clothes and blankets pushed together that– beside him and closes his eyes. Both of them, that night, dream of sirens and mermaids and all those stories the sailors spread around. They aren't aware how close they are to see some of those stories become alive.

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You've been following them for two days now. Your job is to patrol the very limits of your world with the human's sea; and you were instantly alerted of their presence when they arrived, that enourmous ship of them difficult to miss.

It's not the biggest one you've seen. You had a fight with another one once, years ago; it's wood almost a dark black and it's sails a vibrant red. You still remember its name; Death Star. An aproppiate name for such an evil captain, such an evil ship. That fight was the main reason you had been assigned to keep all humans out of this waters; they just take and take, leaving nothing but destruction behind. You're not about to lose anyone else; not to the unforgiving, beautiful, yet terrifying sea, and definitively not to one of them.

This humans don't really seem to be looking for anything in particular. You had waited patiently, trying to find out their needs and wants; but reached no logical conclusion. They just seem to be... Wandering. Exploring. Ah, perhaps they're the curious ones. Many humans seem to be, just in the way young sirens are in their first years; wanting to swim through every single corner of the sea. See the world with their own eyes, and not through what elders tell them. You had been like that as well, in the past.

Mm. No matter. You're not putting the lifes of your people at risk just because these ones are looking fairly innocent. You know how quickly the tide can change directions, how surprising and dangerous the currents can be; and you're not going to let yourself be dragged by it. You'll do what you have to do; observe, wait patiently, and at night, lure them in. Your tongue wraps delicately around your sharp canines, excitement running through your veins.

You swim deeper into the sea below the ship. You almost feel impatient to play with them.

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You curse under your breath, quickly hiding underwater when he almost catches sight of you while scanning the sea. You've seen this particular human before; often staring at the water or the horizon, a contemplative look on his face. He's a dreamer, this one; sometimes looking younger than you suppose he really is, others quickly snapping back to reality and jumping to his work with surprising skill. He's handsome as humans go; bronze skin looking smooth under the unforgiving sun and trained muscles peaking under his semi-transparent shirt. He has a strong jaw and nose, expressive eyebrows and golden eyes; a trait that somehow seems common with his fellow soldiers, maybe sharing the same origin, perhaps even some of them being family.

Watching him carefully under the distortion of the dark blue water, you're developed hearing catch a second voice entering the scene; and the human turns around in his precarious position on the border of the ship. This one is named "79's". It must be a reference to something you can't quite place; or perhaps a year of relevance to them.

Human tongue is quite easy to learn, contrary to your native Mando'a; so you have no trouble following the conversation even underwater. Both men hold affection clear in their voice; indicating a closer kind of relationship than two normal sailors on the same ship would have. The second voice sounds more mature to you; perhaps simply because this first human –Fives, you learn, what a curious name for a person– doesn't seem to take life very seriously. But then his voice drops, quietly asking something that makes your heart beat faster inside your chest; if your people are real.

It's a common thing to ponder between sailors. Humans like the tingling excitement of being a bit afraid; of imagining situations that may never end up happening in their heads. But no, this one doesn't sound at all afraid; just curious, cautious. When he asks his brother –you confirm– if he thinks stories about sirens are real, of what they do to humans, anger spreads like a fire inside of you. Oh, yes, because they don't do anything of the sorts to other creatures on this earth. The second voice –Echo's– answers in a quiet, delicate way; and you have to swim closer to surface just to take a look at him. You suddenly put things together; something horribly traumatic must have happened to his human, for him to look like that. You can't imagine living without your tail. It saddens you, inevitably; he's still handsome even like this, he would have been even prettier without his injuries. He would look like... Fives.

You blink, a bit confused at the direction of your own thoughts. Fives own voice tinges with understanding and fondness. He pats his brother affectionately, and then forgets about the sea; both of them quietly retiring for now, their steps echoing against the wood as they wook away.

You're left with a weird feeling inside of you. This two seemed... Kind. It isn't a word you usually associate with humans; but here you are.

You shake your head, mumbling to yourself. You won't let them fool you. Humans still carry all that darkness inside of them; that evil. You want none of that in your home, your sea.

Tomorrow, you say to yourself.

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Fives smiles fondly at the sight of little 'Soka staring at the full moon in front of them. It's as big as they've ever seen it; very close to the sea, iluminating a silvery path towards the 79's in the otherwise dark night.

Ashoka is pure energy. The girl is hiperactive even at hours like this, were most of the crew has already gone to sleep; too excited to lay still in bed in the cabin she shares with Rex. The Captain of the 79's had adopted her many years ago, accepted her in his ship with a blink of an eye after finding out Ashoka had been abandoned in land by Captain Windu no less –an ex-friend and current enemy of Rex–; the small girl quickly falling under his wing like his own daughter. Fives can't understand how anyone could leave behind a kid like that; Ashoka is the only girl aboard, but she is like their own personal ray of sunlight. Hope. She's a special kid; has a perfect eye on when to pursue their enemies and when to abandon or change routes, an innate pirate even as young as she is. Fives can only try to imagine what things she would be able to do with more age and experience.

For now, though, 'Soka's just a kid. And kids do silly things; like playfully sticking out her tongue and precariously balancing her steps in the baupress of the 79's. Fives rolles his eyes good-naturatedly. He isn't too hard on the kid; he had been fearless and oblivious to danger once too. Hell, he still is, sometimes. It's just his way of being; free. He doesn't want to die by Rex hands if something happened to her, though, so he motions down with a flick of his hand.

"Get your feet down here, m' lady" he jokes, then extends his hand to hers in a courteous offer.

'Soka laughs, a sound that echoes softly in the silence of the night.

"Mm. I don't know if I shall accept such proposition, good sir" she answers, standing up in the thin baupress as if it is nothing.

Her dark black hair, looking almost blue, flies freely with the wind even with her white bandana wrapped around it. Her skin is as tanned as his, freckles tracing the outlines of the white scars that mark her otherwise perfect face. Like Fives and Echo, she has basically grown up on a moving ship.

"I'd like to keep my head, my lady, if you'd be so kind to help me" Fives insists, eyes turning to a gentle warning.

Ashoka rolls her big blue eyes.

"Okay..." she grumbles, then, abandoning the theatricality.

She turns her direction with flowless agility and starts her careful way back to him.

The ship rocks dangerously in the water –the sea not completely peaceful today–, and Ashoka stops in surprise and fear, holding her balance as best as she can. Fives also holds his breath. The 79's stops moving and they both sigh in relief, staring at each other well aware of the risks.

The girl chuckles nervously.

"Welp, that was a close one." She guiltily admits, restarting her way towards him. "I keep forgetting this waters are dangerous and not exactly what we're used to, huh?"

Fives doesn't tear his eyes from her.

"Yeah" he agrees. "Maybe you should leave your acrobatics for when we're back on the GAR sea..."

Big, angry waves splashes against the botton of the ship again; a sudden move that disestabilises Ashoka for a second time. It all happens too fast; the girl's right feet steps just on the edge of the baupress, losing balance, and her weight leans too much over one side with a terrified gasp. By the time Fives has rushed forward in a desperate attempt to catch her hand, Ashoka has already been devoured by the dark see with a dooming splash.

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You smirk darkly when the sound of a body hitting the surface of the water is transmitted under the waves. You almost want to laugh at the way the small human desperately moves his legs to try to stay afloat; the sea isn't looking good for creatures without fins tonight, and it is obvious that this female doesn't even know how to properly swim even in calm circumstances. Maybe it's just because she's small, you're not sure.

You strike at her –harshly tugging her leg down and sinking her under the surface– right when another body drops into the sea. You snarl, irritated by the interuption, and turn around, scanning the water around you. Just five or six meters away, there he is; the human named Fives, the dreamer, the one who almost discovered you ahead of time.

This one does now how to swim. Even though his eyes are clearly pannicked, searching for her fellow human companion among the darkness of the black waves, his legs calmly move just enough to keep him afloat; conserving very much needed energy. His clothes are stuck to his body; both humans look so utterly small in the openness of the water...

The small female human screams, terrified, still not grasping her new reality; and the man shouts her name in a hoarse voice, squinting and desperately trying to find her. The girl goes to shout again; and your clawed hand quickly reaches up to close around her throat –not to really cut her breathing of, but as a warning–. You're not known for your patience, and you really can't stand creatures screeching.

Fives golden eyes, still having a shine to them with the moonlight, finally turns to your direction; and his whole face morphs into wonder, fear and shock, quickly taking in your claws and sharp teeth, the gills on the side of your neck and the dangerous swoosh of the powerful tail behind you. The small girl trembles in your strong arms; you glance down at her, bored but curious at the same time. She really is the smallest human you have crossed pass with. Are those marks that shine white on her face scars?

"Please" Fives voice barely picks up with the sounds of the waves and the wind. "You don't want to hurt her".

His words and his firm stare stuns you for a second. Then, you laugh out loud, the sound being carried away by the howling wind.

You haven't used the human tongue for so long... Since that fight. You'd be kind to humour this human for now. Perhaps getting to know them for a bit before eliminating them would help you understand them better and kill them easier in the future. For as small as humans are, they do make interesting big weapons.

"Don't I?" You smirk, tongue wrapping teasingly around your rigth canine. You caress the girl's hair with the hand that is not carefully holding her against her throat. You push your nose up to her neck and smell; then tilt your face back to the male. "Mm. Perhaps not hurt her. Just quickly kill her, no pain".

Fives trembles in the cold of the sea. The girl too. You grin.

"Why?" Is his pained answer. He's trying to remain calm, you can see that, even if his insides live in complete turmoil. "To eat her?"

You make a face.

"No. Human is not my favorite kind of dish" you inmediately answer, then shrug desinterested. "You kill us, I kill you first. It's the sea's law, sailor".

Fives frowns.

"We kill you? I didn't even know you truly existed until now" he points out.

Ah, humans are such natural spokesperson. Always finding an argument no matter their cause.

"You're people" you correct, drawing a claw down the girls face, not enough to draw blood from it, just a distracted caress.

Fives face... Pouts.

"That's pretty unfair, if I may say so. You can't blame a whole species in the name of a few".

You let your gaze find his eyes again. He's so determined it's entertaining to watch.

"You claim you're different?" You ask, observing him.

He nods.

You can see the fatigue starting to creep onto him. You're holding the freezing girl with your own strength, but he's on his own. You wonder how much longer would he be able to stay afloat. Maybe you should just wait and watch him sink.

"See those scars on Ashoka's face?" His words pull your attention back at her white marks. She tries to stay still while you study her. "They were made by bad people. Cruel humans. My brother Echo suffered by others as well. And yet here we are. I love Ashoka as if she were my own sister. I love my twin. I'd do everything to protect them. I don't want to cause pain to them".

You huf.

"That's easy. No one wants to hurt people that are dear to them. What about other's that aren't? Would you care?"

Fives is stubborn. You'll give him that.

"I wouldn't purposedly hurt others for the sake of doing so. Or if there's any other way. Look, there... Must be some bad sirens too. People who just enjoy killing and hunting indefense creatures just because they feel joy watching them suffer; not a matter of protecting their home or territory. And there must be good ones" he breathes raggedly. "It's the same with humans. There is evil and kindness in every living being. If you'd only gave us a chance, you'd be able to see it".

You hum. He makes a point. The excitement melts down. Your curiosity doesn't. Are all humans this interesting?

"What is your Captain looking for in this waters, Fives?"

His mouth opens in surprise.

"You..."

"Know you?" You chuckle, moving your tail slowly. "Mm. I've been studying you for days, I know some things. The answer, sailor?"

Fives forces himself to push through his shock and confussion to answer you.

"We've been paid handsomely to explore this part of the Unkown Seas. We have a cartographer aboard, he's been working nonstop since we crossed the GAR frontier."

You hum, recalling those maps the humans use to sail the seas without getting too lost of their way.

"So there's nothing you want from us?" You insist.

To your shock, Fives smiles; a small, almost cheeky tug of lips.

"Well, I do have a lot of questions about sirens now that I've seen you, but no, not really. Like I said, we didn't even know you truly existed. We just want to make our trip and return to land safely".

You observe him in silence. You feel the girls energy draining too; blinking heavily.

"Mm" you hum, pushing her against his arms in a second. Fives stares at you, wide eyed, not expecting you to move that fast. "You can call for your human friends to help, sailor. I've decided I will just keep an eye on your ship for now".

Then, before Fives has the chance to answer, you tear your hands away from the girl and dissapear under the sea.

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Fives receives the reprimand of his life at Rex's personal delivery. He's task with leaving the ship shiny up and down; Ashoka also punished along him. If there's something the Captain of the 79's doesn't show, it's mercy. Oh, he's polite and gentle enough, if the situation calls for it; but he doesn't let things slip by. He's always aware, always scanning his crew with his amber eyes; and even though both 'Soka and Fives had tried to make the incident sound less of a danger, just an unimportant accident, there's really no way going around the fact that they had had a very close, dangerous encounter with a Siren.

Rex doesn't believe them at first. But then he sees the light marks on Ashoka's neck; there's nothing deep or worrying, but they're definitely shaped like some kind of claws, and he know's his fair number of fish and sharks to know they can't have done anything of the sort. Fives is guilty, yes, but he seems honest when he retells the experience. Ashoka too, a pleading look of forgiveness in her big blue eyes. Rex has no other option than to accept the story as truth.

Everyone on board of the 79's has the chance to see said siren with their own eyes a pair of days later. It's at night, so no one really sees her for quite some time; til Ashoka suddenly gasps and points out towards the see with wonder –and a sliver of fear– in her eyes. Rex quickly squints and stares in surprise. Well, that's a siren all right. The Captain and his men only have time to observe her for a minute before she smirks and plunges down into the water, her tail a silent goodbye.

Fives grins and elbows Echo.

"See? What a stalker. I think she likes me" he jokes, and Echo rolls his eyes pushing him with an exasperated smile.

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"Morning, dear siren" Fives greets you, carefully using the ropes to lower himself with his feet against the outside of the ship's structure, still on his shining the 79's duty. "How has sleep being under there?"

You splash him with your tail in irritation. There's no peace with the sailor around; and he has developed the annoying habit of periodically coming to talk to you.

Fives gasps with the cold water drenching his clothes; but his face quickly morphs from surprise to cheerful amusement.

"Why, thank you. I did notice I had started to smell too" he then smirks and studies your body up and down in a way that makes you as mad as nervous. "Darling, if you just wanted to see me wet, though... There's better ways we can enjoy together."

Even though there's a blush fighting it's way through your face, you keep your expresion neutral and narrow your eyes at him.

"You're the most annoying human I've ever met".

Five grins; as if your words were a personal compliment for him.

"You're magnificent company as well, dear siren" he retorts, unbothered.

You tilt your head, glancing up at him. It's both funny and irritating the way this human talks to you. He should fear you; you could jump up right now and kill him in a blink, and yet he's always like this around you. Curious, awed, and cautious while being impossibly and purposedly irritating as well. You wonder if it's his weird human way of making friends.

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Fives reintroduces a wary Ashoka to you. It's only sensitive for her to be cautious; after all, you did have your claws around her neck not so long ago. After Fives' reassurance and a few patient words on your part, though, she quickly leaves the past behind; and watches Fives' careless and friendly interaction with you with bright eyes.

You grow fond of her as the days pass. It surprises you the way the girl seems atuned to other creatures of the sea; smaller ones like rain-fishes and seahorses always curiously coming up to meet her. You've heard of people like her before; humans with a special conection to the sea, with an instinctual understanding of it. Your people believe humans too came from the sea; and some just happen to conserve traits of their real origins more than others. If so, Ashoka is definitively one of them; and perhaps any of these sailors that seem for some reason persistent on spending more time at sea than in true land.

One late afternoon you ask Fives of this; of his will of travelling through the seas. You ask him wether he misses land, other human civilizations and things; but Fives shruggs with a smile. He tells you he likes it here, aboard on the 79's with his brothers, his family; and opens up about his own past as well. You listen to him mesmerised; feeling again like a kid whose being told interesting stories of lands far away.

After Fives finishes his and Echo's story –their misfortune making a strong feeling of protectiveness soar inside of you–, he glances at you with a tilt of his head, suddenly quiet and pensive.

"Plus" he continues, voice barely a whisper. "There's a certain peace you can't find anywhere else but the sea".

Even though his words are carefully soft and his demeanour almost shy –very uncharasteristal of him–, his bright eyes are full of heavy emotions; almost wanting to tell you a story different than what his words tell you. Almost whispering to you there's something more to his words than what they say.

You sink under the surface of the sea so only your eyes are peaking above the waves; needing the comfort of the water to hold his stare, this sudden shift on the atmosphere.

Fives hums, and you take a last look at him before dissapearing under the sea, running away from the human who's starting to make you feel things you haven't –and shouldn't– felt before.

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Rutine makes you complacent. You get so relaxed at the knowledge that the 79's is no risk to you or your species you forget to stay vigilant; forget that they're not the only possible danger at the sea.

It happens at night; when your senses are dulled by sleep, your body curled in a tight space between the rocks at the bottom of the sea. Your return to consciousnes is a slow and lazy process. You open your mouth wide before momentarily clenching your teeth; the rest of your body muscles tensing and relaxing as well with your tiny stretch. Your eyes open and you focus on your surroundings; it doesn't feel like you've slept more than a pair of hours, and you usually don't have a problem to shut the eye throughout the whole night. Something must have awaken you subsconciously. You've long learned to trust your instintcs, so you decide to explore the sea around your little safe spot for the night before trying to get some more sleep. Maybe there's a predator around here.

It's when you swim away from the rocks you've hid in when you inmediately notice what's wrong; your too far away from the surface for the water to feel agitated here, but when you glance up, you see the usually dark ocean lit up in orange and red. The inmediate thought of the humans –of Ashoka and Fives– being in danger crosses your mind; and you're swimming up, up, up, before you're able to realise it yourself.

Your head peaks through the surface of the water and you can't help but gasp, eyes widenned in fear. The 79's wrecked. Besides it... So is the Death Star. Both ships have been fighting for who knows how long and you were peacefully asleep. It fills you with a dangerous wave of guilt; and unstopable anger. This is the ship that cost you the live of some of your best friends. This is the reason your people is no longer friendly towards humans; the pain of the past reflected on scars and lost ones. Some part of you is afraid –terrified– of facing said captain and crew again; the other part of you feels ravenous. This is your chance of revenge.

You sink under the water and sing. It's a song every siren child is taught by their elders; a call for help no one ever ignores. Sirens will stop at nothing for their people, their pods. Your voice carries easily through the water; and you hear a distant echo answering you. You know it's only a matter of time your people arrive. You'll help however you can in the mean time.

Your trained eyes and senses zoom in the fight aboard of the 79's. The men of the Death Star are dressed in black, like a bad omen; the colourful splashes belonging to Captain Rex' men. Both ships aren't the only battlefield; some are even fighting in the water, perhaps after pushing each other over board, some swinging their blades on top of smaller life-boats and lost planks of woods. The repair for what's left of both ships would be slow and costly.

You sink under the waves and move fast; jumping and dragging the 79's enemies with you underwater, drowning them or sinking your claws in their vulnerable throats, their screams futile under the water.

You can't see Fives or Ashoka yet; but just as the first of your fellow sirens arrive, you see Palpatine and Rex. They're fighting on the Death Star; blades swinging at each other while they expertly balance on the edge of the ship. You stop right below them and stare intently upwards; trying to catch the Captain's attention.

You do. Rex' eyes flicker downwards; making contact with yours. He quickly goes back to fighting against Captain Palpatine –how such an old man can move that fast you'll never know– and you wait patiently, licking your lips. You know Rex has catched on your idea and you only need to give him some time to bring him to you.

It's not a difficult move. With the knowledge that you'll be there to push him again back to safety and simultaneously kill his enemy, Rex throws his own body weight against Palpatine with all his strength and they both fall into the sea.

You almost see it happening in slow motion, such is your desire to claw your way through him. You're closing your hand around his throat in a blink, as soon as his body crashes against the waves; eyes shining and jaw opening to show your teeth while you push your face close to his. You want him to have a good look at you before you kill him.

"This is for Qui, Plo and Aayla" you tell him, eyes burning in hatred and vengance, his pathetic tugs at your hands only fueling your resolve. "And for those you'll never be able to hurt again".

You don't let him speak his last words. He doesn't deserve it; and he's not going to rat his way out of this. You snarl and sink your sharp teeth in his neck, closing your jaw before vicously pulling back and tearing his throat open mercilessly.

The carcass of his body floats away in the sea.

You turn to Captain Rex, scarlet blood dripping down your chin. He's not scared; but almost proud and relieved as he nods at you. You nod back and quickly help him get to the 79's again, reuniting with your people and organizising the counter-attack.

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Once Palpatine is out of the way, the rest of his forces crumbles easily. In a matter of an hour, the few survivors of the Death Star scramble away in the remaning of their ship. You chuckle darkly. You know it's all for the enjoyment of your people; they'll do a slow hunt over the next couple of days, kill them one by one. Take their own personal revenge.

There's a conmotion up on the 79's. Rex is there, and so is Echo and Ashoka, the last two leaning down on the floor next to... Fives.

"What's wrong?" You quickly voice up from your place on the sea. "Is he okay?"

Captain Rex glances down at you worriedly.

"Blade sunk into his liver. He's loosing a lot of blood very quickly" he turns to look back to Echo and Ashoka. His expression saddens. "I... Don't think he has much time left".

Your heart starts beating out of your chest.

Fives, even gravely injured, lets out a wet laugh and jokes about it.

"I always thought you were a tad dramatic, sir".

Echo snaps at him, still squeezing his hand. You understand the sentiment. Now is not the time.

"Shut the fuck up, Fives".

You know he's scared. Everyone is scared. Echo, Ashoka, Fives, Rex... Even yourself. You've never felt this scared.

"B-bring him down" you whisper, then clear your voice and repeat yourself. "Maybe I can do something to help him".

"What can you do to help him?" Echo laughs, the kind of maniac sounding laugh that comes from a place of pure panic and terror from losing a loved one. "You're what, going to sing a song and magically cure him?"

It would be surprising to know that yes, that's...

"Something like that, yeah" you whisper, lost in your own feelings and thoughts.

You feel some of the other sirens splashing and moving their tails underwater hesitantly, wary. Nervously.

"Sister..." the voice of your friend Kid calls you from somewhere at your back.

You glance back at him. You know what he's going to tell you. You take a deep breath.

"I want to do it" you answer him, and everyone else.

They stay in silence, acepting your decission. It's a sacred thing for your species; for all sirens. The air feels heavy with understanding and expectations.

"Bring him down" you ask again, in the quietness of the night, and Rex gently squeezes Echo's shoulder before putting his faith on you and carefully laying Fives down in the last life-boat.

His brothers slowly lower it down til it softly contacts with the surface of the water and the small boat floats peacefully with the small waves. Two sirens quickly move to take a carefull hold of it so it doesn't drift away.

Fives turns his head to the side to look at you; hovering besides the boat with your claws lightly grassping the wood at the sides of it, head peaking over the water just enough to be able to look at him.

"Hey there, gorgeous" he smiles, and such brightness sends another painful dart to your heart. "Here to give me a goodbye kiss?"

Your own smile is wet with tears. It makes you let out a wet chuckle too. You haven't cried in... So many years.

"You should have thought of this strategy before" you decide to indulge him in his joke.

You know he's scared even if he doesn't want it to show. It males your decision easier; to know he's such a good person he doesn't want to make this more difficult for the people that woud be forced to watch him go.

Even though you feel almost eager for it, the need crawling up your throat, you're still afraid yourself. You've only got one chance for this. What if... It doesn't work?

You feel Kid's hand gently dropping on your shoulder, giving you the strength you need for this. You nod to yourself. The rest of the sirens form a circle around you; as tradition tells. They'll make sure nothing interrupts this sacred moment between you and Fives. Your hands tremble as you carefully place them on top of Fives' stomach wound. He makes a whimpered sound of pain and trembles, scared confused eyes quickly searching yours.

You look at him, soft.

"Trust me" you whisper. "And don't stop looking at me".

Fives doesn't understand what's happening, what's going to happen, but relaxes and nods. He can feel the exhaustion creeping in on him, the tempting feeling to close his eyes and surrender to the darkness. He focuses on you with the last of his strength.

You stop holding yourself back and let your voice sing your Song. You have never practiced it before; it's something that simply can't be, as it's not written before the moment arrives without announcement. It's instinctual, as simple and easy as breathing, and yet sounds so magical to all of those who hear it.

The first notes echoes in the silence of the night. It starts very quiet, almost a hum between your pressed lips, that slowly and unhurriesly turns into a whisper full of longing and melancholy. Fives is a human and you're a siren. It's not going to be easy. You have a feeling he won't care.

The Song fills with some softer, happier notes; lively and changing, more rythmical than the soft melody from before. A tiny smile makes it over to your face.

Fives is still looking at you. He wouldn't have been able to tear his eyes from you even if he tried. You're raw magic; raw beauty. And the sounds leaving your lips... He had never listened to anything so breathtaking in his life. He's hooked up in you.

Your gaze turns soft. You see his wound closing and healing by its self with just the corner of your eyes; and a warming relief spreads through your body, along with something sweet and gentle, painfully raw, longing and understanding. It's love.

The Song reflects those feelings; growing quieter as you keep staring into Fives' soul. You feel the notes slowing, your mind and heart finally wrapping around your feelings, accepting them, making them part of your own; and a last hum leaves your lips before the night is silent again, only interrupted by Fives' heavy breathing. Even if the Song is finished, he keeps looking at you like there's nothing else.

"That was beautiful" he whispers, dizziness still numbing his body and mind even if he's completely healed, now. He'll take some time to adjust. "Thank you".

You smile softly.

This is not your ending, Fives. But you need to...

The sailor squeezes his eyes shut. A painful headache stars at the side of his temple. He can barely concentrate in his surroundings now.

"Rest, Fives" you tell him, and he finally falls into unconsciousness almost instantly.

You glance up, noticing the wowed stares of the crew of the 79'.

"What was that?" Ashoka whispers in wonder.

You make Captain Rex a sign to let him now they can pull the small boat back up. You smile at the girl.

"My Song" you answer, misteriously. You glance at Echo, anxiously curved forward as if in a try to reach Fives quicker. You try to soothe his worries before dipping under the waves. "He'll be okay, just needs some hours of rest. I'll come back tomorrow".

With that, you nod to your pod and you slowly swim away. Your soul tries to tug you back towards him, but you comfort yourself thinking you'll be back to talk with him after some very much needed rest.

Patience.

You feel like a baby Siren again.

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"Care to explain to me what kind of voodo magic you did to me to turn me from a corpse to my handsome self again?" is what Fives first chirps at you upon seing you arrive the next morning, him waiting patiently for you in the small boat again, this time a bit further away from the 79's.

You smirk and place your folded arms over the border of the boat, resting your right cheek on top of them.

"I already told Ashoka" you answer playfully. "It's my Song".

Fives snorts and carefully pushes himself closer to you. You track the movement, distracted.

"Yeah, your song" he repeats, squinting and tilting his head in questioning. "Echo told me the other Sirens acted as if we were getting married or something".

You laugh freely, Fives smiling unconsciously.

"Well, singing your song to another holds pretty much the same meaning for my people. Your circumstances pushed me to do it way earlier than I would have prefered but... It's okay. You're okay".

Fives eyes turn soft.

"I know you love being all sexy and misterious. But tell me what has really happened, please?" His voice is also gentle and full of warmth.

He should know.

"All Sirens have a special personal Song. It's something instinctual that can't be repeated or prepared; born of raw feelings, desires and needs. It's different to other songs we sing. We don't use our normal vocal cords for this; it comes from somewhere within, deep in your soul. Sirens believe our kind are made of magic and music combined into one, and protected by a physical body shape; that of a predator so it can defend the pureness it holds. This Song... Can only be sung once, to just one other being, and it will create a special bond no-one but the two of them would be able to break. From that day on, this two beings will always be linked to each other, perhaps even able to feel or hear the other; and the Siren won't be able to sing in this kind of way to anyone else, ever again".

You grow quiet; waiting, patient. Expectant. Fives barely blinks.

You're not afraid to him not corresponding your feelings now. If it were that way, your Song wouldn't have worked the night before. A Song can't be an impossed thing; it must be accepted by the other's soul. Fives has subsconciously done that already; if his present mind needs more time to process it, nevertheless, you're willing to give him that.

Fives finally takes a deep breath in, noding in quiet understanding, before showing you his own signature smirk and closing the distances between your faces so that your nose is barely grazing his.

"Well. I think I'm definitively finally winning a kiss" he tempts you, eyes shining with mirth.

Your small laugh is pure unadulterated happiness. With your soul almost vibrating inside your chest, you cup his strong jaw and close the insignificant distance between you.

You kiss him –passionately, then gently– and Fives smiles against your lips.

THE END.

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I'm sorry this took me ages to write! I got a bit blocked on how I was going to put Fives in danger and I also started with my finals.

I'm aware there are some errors in this but I prioriticed publishing it as soon as possible over having a second read to correct them. Sorry!

I hope you've liked it, dear. Second Mermay fic done, go check Tech's first one on my profile! (It's on: sw masterlist> 2 part of requests > Blue dreams).

Got requests closed cause finals and already a few of them in the line. I'll prob reopen in a month. If you want to you can still send them, just notice I'm not gonna be able to write it anytime soon.

Lots of things to come, stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to masterlist here:

[mikuthedragon]

Can you do a link x otherworldly char? Lol 😭

Hiii precious Loulu anon, I'm sorry I took so long I hope you enjoy 😭

"She was a fairy"

Link x Fem!Fairyreader

Sypnosis : A fairy got lost in another world. Little does she know, her world was gonna be rocked upside down by a young hylian knight.

Our story begins in a far far away land, called the Kingdom of Hyrule. You are a fairy, you came from another realm called the Enchantraverse. You were on your way to school when you got lost in your portals and have no way back home..

So you explore! You find there are other fairies in Hyrule, they aren't exactly like you but you start to live among them and you couldn't be happier.. It sucks to be away from your friends, family and home but the fairies in Hyrule prove to be warm and quickly become your family away from home.

Then one day, your friend Navi brings back a blonde Hylian boy in the fairy sanctuary. He's... charming ? He ate rocks during lunchtime and insisted he didn't mind the "crunchy" texture of it.. During the few days he stayed, your eyes couldn't help but wander to the blonde Hylian boy. On one of these days, you overheard him say his name was Link. Link.. One eavesdropping turned into three, which turned into 7? You don't know why you continued but you just had to hear more.

Despite his first impression of eating rocks, you quickly realised, he was actually really quiet. Oh no, you weren't gonna learn anything more about him at this rate.. In the midst of overthinking, it's interrupted by-

"Hello.. I saw you looking at me. Do I have something on my face ?"

You were a little surprised but you just chuckled and said you admired (his horse jk) how he could warm up to everyone so fast.

"Oh. Yeah.. So tell me about yourself" He said quietly. You noticed how he put his hand behind his head and tried to avoid looking you in the eye.. but the thing is you were also avoiding his gaze Tvt

You were stuttering a bit but you started talking about your favorite meals which turned into a talk about your family and later how much you love the fairies.. and oh it's time for everyone to go to bed already.. Link just smiled and nodded the whole time but somehow the day passed so fast and you said so much and and-

This occurrence happened a few times, during lunch, dinner.. during the strolls he took to gather more materials and the other walks you took in the forest to pick wild strawberries to make really sweet jam..

During one sunset, Link grabbed your hands, grabbed you by the waist and whispered in your ear "You're my best friend, thank you so much for being here with me"..

...

THAT'S IT ?

You were holding back tears as he waved goodbye and rode Epona. You don't know why you were about to cry but it felt more bittersweet the more time Link spent away from you. Until..

You noticed Link and how popular he was with the other fairies. The feelings of jealousy bubbling in you, you didn't want to acknowledge it but you have feelings for him.. You were biting back your laughter at the realization. How petty and stupid you were. So what did you do ? There's only one thing to do. Sigh

Just wait until he confesses his feelings to you. ;--;

You waited a few days which turned into a few weeks and at some point.. You did become closer to Link, you're now more precious to him than anything else in the world but he never uttered he loved you romantically..

You were dwelling on your feelings and sadness. In the background, Link was always there watching over you. He started getting more worried.. Were you homesick ? Would he have to fight until the ends of time or the universe or whoever had the power to bring you home ?

He wanted to see you smile, and he dreamed of holding you in his arms and growing old together in Hyrule. But he knows how selfish it is and decided to stay quiet.. In the end, to see you happy was what made him happy and since the day he met you he always spared his feelings for your happiness and livelihood.

A few weeks of seeing you like this and Link decides to go on a mission. He leaves without saying a word of where he's going in fear you follow him. He doesn't want you to get hurt.

You were sad when you weren't more than friends but to see Link leave without saying anything was even worse. While he was gone, you never left your house outside of work.. Your friends and Navi were especially worried..

.. Then one day, in the first rays of sunlight, you hear Epona and realise Link's back! You were leaping with joy, and you decide, you don't care what happens, if he rejects you or whatever! You just know to spend time without Link and without him knowing how you feel was just too much! If he doesn't like you, you'll just make him fall in love with you!

You fly out of the house at (1000% speed jk) an alarming speed. Link barely blinks before he realises you crashed right into him. He's surprised and is about to cry, during his trip he missed you so dearly and he finds it harder and harder not to keep you here with him in Hyrule. He hugs you tight, he's kinda squeezing your wings ouch!

"Y/N, why do you torture me so? How am I supposed to send you home if you keep tugging at the strings of my heart ? I was taught to serve other people before myself. It's my job as a knight, but you, who has me in the palm of your hand. How are you capable of making me both ready and happy to abandon my principles as a knight.. Y/N i'm sorry, I can't send you home even if I have the portal maker right here. I really love you from the depths of my heart. What am I to do" He sobbed

Hm.. what a funny coincidence, you hold back the urge to pinch his cheeks and say you don't love him back just because he left you alone to "make you happy" supposedly.

Instead of the tempting proposition of laughing at his pointless demise, you just bury your own head into his neck and smile. You look him in the eyes and mouth the words "I love you too" and proceed to kiss him on the lips whilst you both ride Epona..

Fin~

[imagineanime2022]

Looking For Dad *Part 2*

Chuya Nakahara X Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 991

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you a part 2 of Bungo Stray dogs Chuya Nakahara platonic x reader daughter , Looking for Dad?

*Part 1*

Dazai had been looking into what happened to your mother, with the very limited information that he was given from you he started by finding out where your mother actually was, it wasn’t that hard to figure it out after some looking around to find your mother at the hospital, it seemed that she was in a coma, the injuries that she had sustained were still somewhat fresh, the smaller ones on their way to healing but there were two that would have been fatal had you not been able to call someone, at least that’s what the doctors say.

Dazai had noticed that (Y/M/N) had been stabbed in the stomach and read on her medical notes that she was then shot in the shoulder, someone was looking to get rid of her and he assumed that it was the people that had asked her to get Atsushi. Whoever they were they didn’t want anyone finding them, unfortunately for them though they had targeted the wrong person. “Don’t you worry (Y/M/N) I’ll find out who did this and there’s no doubt Chuya will get rid of them.”

The investigation led him to a small overseas organisation, they were hoping to get Atsushi and ship him back to their home country to help them rise up. Dazai called Chuya when he had all of the answers that he needed. Chuya met him in the park where they had met before. “Uncle Dazai!” You cheered as you sprinted across the grass to where he was sitting on the bench. “Hey there, is your Dad treating you well?” He asked. “Yeah!” You yelled arms lifted into the air in celebration, your mother’s necklace jiggling around your neck. “Really? I thought he'd be bad at it.” Dazai teaching as Chuya made a noise of disapproval. “Hey little one, why don’t you go play for a little while, I think that’s one of your friends right?” Chuya asked as he pointed to one of the kids in the sandbox, you smiled nodded excitedly before dashing off to the child. “So you found out what happened?” Chuya asked. “Mmm.” Dazai hummed as he watched you playing. “It seemed that given their small numbers they were afraid of your mother and when she refused to work with them they worried that she would eliminate them especially because they had no way of confirming that she had really left the Mafia. They had to make sure that their secret stayed a secret.” “Is that so?” Chuya asked. “And (Y/M/N) how is she?” “The doctors say that they don’t know how long it’s going to take for her to wake up, they’re worried that she won’t wake up at all.” Dazai answered. “She’s been asking to see her.” Chuya said. “You should take her, she might not be able to see her awake but she can still talk to her, it might help.” Dazai shrugged, “but I’m not a parent.” “Neither am I.” Chuya answered. “Well you're going to have to learn quickly because she’ll be needing you.” Dazai answered, handing over the information that he had gotten on your mother including where she was currently. “Anyway I have to go, I’ve got work to do but maybe you should take her to see (Y/M/N).”

It was only a few minutes later that you came back noticing that Dazai had left “Where did Uncle Dazai go?” You asked. “He had to go back to work but I was talking to him about going to see your Mum.” Chuya said. “Really?” You asked. “Right now?” “You want to go now?” He asked. “Yeah!” You answered, nodding your head enthusiastically. “She’s still sleeping right.” “Yeah…” Chuya answered, you nodded to yourself “you still want to go.” “Yeah, I have to tell her something.” You answered.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the hospital, the staff recognised you since you had spent some time at the hospital when they had first taken your Mum in. “There you are, we all wondered where you had gotten to.” The nurse at the front desk said. “She worried us, we didn’t see anyone come to pick her up but she just disappeared.” “She came looking for me, I’m her Father.” Chuya answered. “She wants to see her Mum again, is that okay?” “Of course. You remember the way don’t you?” She asked, you nodded as you grabbed Chuya’s hand pulling him in the direction of the room that you remembered your Mum being in. “Here she is Dad!” You said as you walked over to the chair next to her bed and pulled yourself up on it. Chuya had spent so much time worrying about how you were going to react that he hadn’t thought about whether he was ready to see her. She was still as beautiful as he remembered, but her face was too peaceful, she was always planning something or keeping her face overly neutral. “Mum, I found him, I found Dad, so you don’t have to worry, you can rest for as long as you need to, I’ll wait for as long as it takes for you to wake up.” “You think she’s gonna wake up little one?” Chuya asked. “Of course.” You answered “Mum is strong, she promised me that she’d always find a way back to me no matter what happened to her.” “Come on, it’s getting late, you’ve got to take care of yourself if you want her to have someone to come back to right?” Chuya asked. “Right.” You nodded. “Come on then.” Chuya said softly before taking you hand and heading home for the day, he never thought that he was going to have a daughter but he’d be damned if he let anything happen to you. Keeping you safe started with getting rid of the people that hurt your mother, revenge for you and him.

*Part 3*

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[riacte]

the exterra social media posts were part of ther reason why i put my own ocs into a place where people talk about them on social media and theinternet in general and you know what? i have been having fun and an asbolute blast with that for so long, i can just grab my thoughts and feelings on internet culture and write my silly little stories about it

<3 <3 Yeah online stuff is SUPER fun! Once you go there you can't go back anymore. Go wild anon <3 and the best thing is you can "borrow" from all the chaotic real life discourse, fictionalise it, and it won't hurt anymore lmfao.

What I like about these little bits of social media worldbuilding is that... regardless of which era we're in, regardless of what technology is out there, we as humans will always find a way to be silly. People will always have celebrity figures they adore and stories they want to tell and silly arguments with people and specific memes that unite them.

Outside of being fun, I actually think social media stuff is useful to general worldbuilding because people will be unserious and they will bitch over stupid things. And it's good to have a grasp of what the (chronically online) public thinks in regards to their "mundane" daily lives. Tbh the online meeting culture that spawned from 2020 has made me realise that even if the new technology sounds super cool and innovative, even if we're suffering in a worldwide pandemic, we will always find silly things to make fun of. Like the virtual backgrounds and lagging and muting and the emoji reactions.

In a scifi world full of teleporters, there will always be a stressed overworked intern like "whoever ate garlic bread at the teleporter at building 34 is my worst enemy🔥 i hope your atoms get evaporated and you never come back". In a post-apocalyptic world, there's a teen girl who's never seen the sun saying "oh my gaia do y'all remember the fake strawberry flavoured candies they gave us as kids and the poor scientists spent so much time figuring out how to grow real strawberries again but we all preferred the fake flavour 😭😭😭". It's the little things.

Making the Spopera nonsense has also inspired me to add social media nonsense to my original fiction 🤡 it's a superhero / supervillain universe and people are simping for them on #herotwt / #villaintwt and shipping them (obviously). A supervillain accidentally kills their favourite nemesis and sends out a notes app apology. There's Twitter beef between the mayor and the leader of the villains and they're ratioing each other. General public tweeting "WDYM MY FAV HERO DIED IN BATTLE??? TL IS IN SHAMBLES" and it's qrted by someone saying "WIG SNATCHED they were problematic anyways stream my supervillain fancam #AllHeroesAreBastards #DownWithTheHeroes" and death threats fly around because of course they do.

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: Prelude to Dawn

Ramon x Princesa aka RC

A post fic oneshot for Flirting with Danger

Words: 2,729

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I was thinking about them and this old ask. So this happened! My work is on A03, so I strongly suggest, if you don’t have an account with them, sign up. If you need help navigating a03 read this, I do not give out accounts, they do. I have zero plans to post in full again on tumblr. So this is THE way to read my work, anything written after last fall. PLUS In the future (I’m seriously considering this) I may take all full work off tumblr, but keep it only on A03. To whoever this Anon was, thanks again! I guess your ask seeded in my brain over the months.💜

Obviously major spoilers if you have not finished the fic. So if you keep reading you’ve been warned.

⏱ about 5 years after the post-fic bonus chapter. So Isabel is about 8 and their other daughter, Elisa, is around 5. We can imagine they have settled nicely somewhere and living a full life, carefully and far from anywhere they’d get in trouble.

⚠️Warnings: none really, some suggestive stuff, an off screen hookup, nothing hardcore or full on.

Leaning against the building, you gaze at the sunset. The sky is ablaze with orange accents, casting moody shadows along the ground. There’s something about sunsets that you’ve always found peaceful, and you fondly recall the very first one you watched with Ramón all those years ago. It felt like a different world, from then to now.

Sunsets make you think about dreams, wishes, and things to come. Your first sunset in Mexico was filled with excitement and anxiety, you could only anticipate so much, and for the most part, you figured you’d be stuck at a desk, pushing paperwork and doing transcripts since that's the way things were going. You took a gigantic risk when you signed up for the case that changed your life forever.

You have a family now, you’re a mother to two, and you've married to the love of your life. When you imagined falling in love before Mexico, you never imagined this. You hoped your future man would be strong, smart, and creative. You hoped for a person who would love you and treat you well, while not trying to change you or make you fit into a mold. Still, love wasn’t high on your list of properties, your career took the lead.

The last thing you expected to happen in Mexico was love, especially with him. Even with the hardships, the tears, and the struggles along the way, you couldn’t be happier with your now. Someway, somehow everything turned out better than imagined. The three years you've spent apart, before he found your beach house, feels like another life.

As you continue to watch the sunset, the sweetness of Ramón’s lips pulls you back to the present moment as he kisses your shoulder.

“Where’d you go?” He asked, slowly sliding one arm around your body as he snuggled closer.

“Just thinking about things.”

“Everything is fine mama bear,” he replied and kissed the side of your face.

Ramón started calling you that because though you value your time away from the kids when you can get it, you can’t help but worry when you’re away from them.

It’s a funny thing really, especially for someone who didn’t want kids at all, and freaked out when you found out you were pregnant eight years ago. Though you do worry at times, you’re actually feeling really relaxed right now, especially since the kids are with Dina. She’s often visited you and Ramón’s home and stays for long periods of time; she’s obsessed with the kids, and they love her to pieces.

“I know, I’m good,” you finally replied as he watched you. Resting one hand on his chest, you use the other to play with the buttons on his shirt. “You look yummy.”

Your comment makes him laugh. Once you and Ramón settled down, and life started to feel safer, his inner fashionista started to come back, much to your pleasure. He’s always nice to look at, and now that the nice outfits and especially those shirts you love so much are back, you extra can't keep your hands off him.

“Mi amor, they voted us the most stylish parents.” he commented with a chuckle then popped his collar, clearly proud of it.

“Clearly, look at us” you smile and pull him in closer to you by his collar.

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello Jalebi, how are you? Hope everything's good. I have been following you for a couple of years now and am in awe of the work you put to keep this fandom alive. You are truly amazing! So for my ask, this scene where arnav is intentionally rude to kushi after that night he fainted and she took care of him and Anjali made Arnav realise that he has feelings for kushi and Arnav is literally in shock to realise that indeed he cares for her. My question is why is he shocked? He already came to that realization after the whole "kushi might be in an accident" scenario, I mean by the end of it he is minutes away from proposing her. He wanted to hate her after the contract marriage but he couldn't. Isn't that why he always looks haunted? Like there is internal battle all the time. So why is he so shocked when Anjali tells him something that he already should have known? Thanks for taking your time to answer this .

Hello Anon!

I'm doing well :) Thank you so much for the love - reading these always gives my fuzzy feels <3 <3 <3

I have very complicated feels for that scene because Anjali clearly saw Arnav belittle his wife and lie to her and she just romanticized it all under the pretext that he doesn't want Khushi to feel guilt.

She doesn't even confront him, she's like "aww you love Khushi, you care for her, that's why you're being a piece of crap to her..."

Which makes me wonder if Anjali ever was truly happily married or just twisted everything in her life to make it all rosy?

In fact the whole scene doesn't make sense. Arnav made a mockery out of Khushi's care and he's not just telling her he was unwell - he said after knowing she spent all night looking after him and caring for him.

And this is a woman who loves to sleep.

Also the whole scene of Khushi caring for Arnav despite him treating her terribly is taken straight out of abusive relationships.

Arnav being abusive wasn't the issue - the fact that they tried to romanticize this was.

Which is why it felt like a forced moment so as to the audience doesn't "hate" Arnav for lying to Khushi because "oh he's in love".

Khushi - too - irritated the hell out of me during the Swami track - but this was also the show rewriting any growth Arnav and Khushi had so... they could lengthen the show? I don't know tbh.

Lol, Arnav being surprised matches my surprise cause for the life of me I couldn't see whatever Arnav pulled was a reaction of love.

I don't understand any of it tbh. It's one of those plot points where I'd lift and put it somewhere else in the story where it would make more sense - like the scene itself makes more sense when Anjali tries to counsel Khushi on how to get closer to Arnav (his aversion to affection) and then counsel Arnav on how he should open up further to his wife.

There - this makes more sense than whatever we saw.

So tbh, I don't understand that scene and motivation. I think the intent was to show that underneath it all Arnav cares for Khushi and that whatever he tried was to distance himself from the growing attachment to Khushi despite her 'treacherous' character.

And in my opinion, this would've been better translated if Arnav actually closed himself off from Khushi and she gets frustrated why he's being in a certain way until he snaps.

Arnav playing games is a trait - post Diwali angst was so so so well done - but it was done to prove a point. His selfish need to show Khushi that he fits best in her life than whoever she's engaged to and it matters to her where he shows his affection (it was toxic but written damn damn damn well). They tried to show this is a revenge for the Swami track but that also was so horrifying to me, so...

Kya bolu ab? They kept showing progress between the two and then scrapping that progress for whatever reasons they best know which is why most of post marriage feels like a loop instead of fitting cohesively.

Which is understandable considering TV shows are, unfortunately, written daily based on TRPs instead of plotlines.

Best,

Jalebi

[allthefakepeople]

I just read thus post: https://altruistic-meme.tumblr.com/post/691196220034646016/so-youre-telling-me-that-drottningholm-palace-is

And it made me think of the prompt: What are you doing here? How did you get in? Because Simon is a little sh*t and definitively not above breaking and entering.

hello lovely lovely anon. i did see that post on @altruistic-meme's page and thought it was quite amusing so this was a fun prompt to recieve. i cannot say it's all fluff, it is mostly hurt/comfort butttt i still think it does the job.

i'm so sorry for taking a few days i've just had actual responsibilities and unfortunately cannot spend my whole day writing (although i wish i could)

i hope this is everything you wanted whoever you are

and i hope the rest of you like it too :))

(there's a few more coming that I have to work on so look out for those as well)

(i hope you're not getting sick of these because i am having so much fun with them)

(also all of your continued support has been so so wonderful)

-Miels 💜✨

Writing Prompts (yes i AM still accepting them 😉)

“What are you doing here? How did you get in?

In the end, Wille only lasted four days in the palace before he cracked. The silence of the castle was practically unbearable. He didn’t know, originally, if his mom was giving him space or avoiding him out of shame, but either way the days leading up to Christmas were spent alone in his room. Wishing for Simon. Wishing for Erik. Wishing for just about anybody. He knew that no one was going to come. 

It was because he had all this time alone that he started to let his mind wander. He thought about what kind of King he wanted to be. He thought about what kind of person he wanted to be. He pondered how Erik would have approached the situation for a bit but quickly turned away from that thought process when all it was going to bring was hurt. In all honesty, he had no idea how Erik would have reacted to this situation. He wanted to believe that Erik would have supported him and what he wanted but he also knew that Erik understood elements of the monarchy that Wille never would. He was too scared to think about the idea that Erik would have been on the Queen’s side. He knew that Simon had been on his, which is what makes all of this so painful. The one person who had been there for him, he had left out to dry in the worst possible way. 

In the end, when the plan finally formed in his head, he knew that the decision was for himself. Yes, part of him hoped that by doing this, Simon would be back in his life, but if he was being honest with himself, he also knew that he was tired of being fake. Fake fake fake. Everything in his life had always been fake. Including him. He was sick of it. So even though the thought of coming out still almost sent Wille down the rabbit hole, he knew it was a decision he had to make. If he didn’t that meant people like August would continue to win and that was something he could never allow to happen. 

And so, on December 23rd, two days before Christmas, Wille sat down at his too big desk, in his too big room and told the truth.  Or as much as he thought was needed. He didn’t want Kristina to murder him when she found out. He wanted to make sure that the video could not be covered up or intercepted. It might have seemed rushed or unplanned to just post this video to his official instagram, but he wanted it to come just from him, not outside sources involved. 

He dressed in his nicest clothes, pushed his hair out of his face, took one big final breath, and then hit record.

“Hi. Wille here. I am speaking to you, citizens of Sweden, not as your Crown Prince, but instead just another boy. I know that being in my position gives me privileges that I can never take for granted. I hope as I continue in this role, I am able to prove that I am worthy of your support. However, as a sixteen year old, who has just lost his brother, I was pushed into a position that I never thought would be mine. That I know I don’t deserve. However, that does not change the fact that this position is now mine. I want to be someone that the people of Sweden can trust and in doing so I have a confession to make. A few weeks ago I gave an interview surrounding a video that was released of two young men. At the time I was too scared to admit the truth but I will no longer let myself be hidden. I’m here to say that it was me in that video. I’m sorry that I was not truthful the first time. You have to understand, as someone who only recently started to come to terms with his sexuality, to be outed at that scale, in that way, was incredibly overwhelming and not how I ever wanted the information to get out there. I’m not so scared anymore. I am here to let people of Sweden know that I am queer. I know that in giving this statement, I have given up some elements of privacy, however the other individual in the video has not. Please let him have his privacy. I want to apologize again for being untruthful and I thank you for letting me try to make this right.”

When he finished his statement he quickly hit stop and let out a breath. He had done it. He had said all he wanted to say. Now all that needed to be done was to post it. Originally he had considered accompanying the video with a picture of him and Simon but the world had already seen more of them than they’d ever meant to. He also wanted to keep some parts of Simon just for himself. He sent Simon one single message before he hit post. 

I’m sorry if my decision brings more attention back into your life. It just had to be done. I’m sorry again… For everything

Then he hit the post button and turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on he would be sent into a panic. He also knew that he would be able to avoid any messages from his mom. If she wanted to talk to him about the post, she had to come to him in person. He knew she would be upset he did it at all, but he also knew that, by doing it without her permission, he took away her ability to control the narrative. He wouldn’t let her control his words. Not again. He also knew that she never would’ve given permission anyways. 

It was too early to go to bed but he was exhausted anyway. He curled up under the covers and tried to let sleep come.

He didn’t know how long he was asleep but he was awoken by a banging on his door, followed by

“Prince Wilhelm, your mother is expecting you in her office.” Wille sighed. He should’ve known she would have never come to him. He calls through the door

“Coming,” Then slides out of bed. He realizes he never took off his outfit from the previous night so he looks down at his, now wrinkled, white button up and slacks. There’s not much he can do about that now so he just slides his hands down his shirt in an effort to straighten it out slightly then runs a hand through his hair. His mouth feels dry and stale so he quickly brushes his teeth, avoiding looking at himself in the mirror. He knows he won’t look good. He lets out another sigh and moves to open his door. Time to face the music.

Meanwhile in Bjӓrstard, Simon was listening to music, while attempting to read, when his phone chimed. After those first few days of chaos he’d been letting his phone run out of battery or keeping it off altogether but after Rosh and Ayub had come to yell at him for not answering his messages, he kept it on. He initially just ignores the phone chime, not in the mood to see if it’s just another person from his old school pretending they have a right to know things about his life or some stranger trying to follow “the boy from the video” on instagram. He manages to go back to his book but is brought out of it a few moments later by his phone chiming consistently for a few moments. Not wanting a repeat of finding out about the video being leaked, Simon groans and closes his book, grabbing his phone. 

The first thing that stands out is that he has a message from Wille. Wille. Who he’s been trying not to think about the past few days. If he thinks about Wille for too long, he’ll inevitably think about Wille’s last words to him and he’s not quite ready for the breakdown that’ll come when he thinks about that confession for too long. He initially ignores Wille’s message, not quite ready to see what he has to say. He also doesn’t know what kind of message he wants to find. If Wille’s message is one of those generic “Happy Holidays” he might hit something but he would probably also hit something if it was something like “Why didn’t you respond to my ‘I love you before break’,”. So instead of being forced to think about that he looks at the other notifications only to find his group chat with Ayub and Rosh blowing up. He’s still getting messages as he stares at the home screen. 

He opens the phone to a wall of messages. 

Simme are you okay? Did you know about this?

Simon

Simon check your phone

Simon you might want to see this

[Link]

Come on Simon answer your phone

Who knew Wille had it in him

And the messages go on and on. He realizes he should probably open Wille’s message after this. 

                                                                                What does this mean Wille?

When he does though, it only seems to add to his confusion. His eyes finally land on a notification from Ayub with a link to an article.

“Crown Prince comes out in new video posted to his instagram.”

Simon has never opened instagram so fast. The first thing that pops up is indeed a video uploaded to Wille’s official instagram. The first thing Simon notices is how tired, but no less handsome, Wille looks. His heart cracks again. He also hates that his first reaction to Wille is still to worry about him. Maybe Sara has a point about him. 

By the time he’s finished watching the video, Simon’s cheeks are covered in tear tracks. He can’t believe it. Wille did it. Wille came out. Wille came out. Simon’s not sure what changed between his initial statement and now but it doesn’t really matter because Wille came out. He also admitted to being in the video. Simon has never been more proud of him. That pride is quickly overshadowed by worry when he thinks about the fact that Wille has probably released this without the queen’s knowledge. The worry grows when he realizes Wille doesn’t have any support in the palace, besides maybe Malin but he doesn’t know if she’s working, since Erik is gone. He quickly slides back to Wille’s messages, ignoring the inflood of new notifications from everywhere. He knows he should probably respond to Ayub and Rosh but he can do that after. First he tries to call him but it quickly goes to voicemail. He tries a few more times just in case and when the call still doesn’t go through he decides to send a text instead. 

                                                   wille I just saw your post. i’m so proud of you❤️

                                                  please respond when you get this so that i know

                                                that you’re ok.

Then he waits. He realizes that Wille might not be on his phone which only makes him worry more because how is he supposed to know if Wille is okay if Wille isn’t answering. To avoid letting the panic in, Simon finally responds to his friends.

                                        holy shit guys no i had no idea he was going to do this.

SIMME finally my god

Took you long enough

                                              sorry sorry i was just catching up on everything first

So he really did all that without telling you first?

                                    well he sent a vague text about it right before he posted it

                                    but i didn’t look at that text until after i saw all of yours

Damn, Wille has some balls

Yeah i gotta say, I’m momentarily impressed

Have you heard from him since?

                                no i called him and sent a few texts but i haven’t heard back

                             i’m actually pretty worried. i know for a fact that this was done

                             without the queen’s knowledge 

I’m sure everything is fine Simme, he’s probably just overwhelmed

and not looking at his phone right now.

The texting with his friends doesn’t do too much to settle his mind. He lets his mind wander. Wille is probably alone in the palace right now. Not necessarily in the physical sense, but emotionally and supportively, Simon knows that he has little support. It’s then that he remembers something. When he’d been in middle school his whole sixth grade class took a field trip to the palace. He remembers it was when he first had his thoughts of “How can one family have so much wealth and influence just for being born,” but he also remembers them saying that the palace was open to the public. He also has Malin’s personal number. A plan slowly starts to form. 

Wille is finally being let out of his mother’s office after hours of yelling and crying. He feels like he’s been stripped raw and then glued back together all wrong. His skin feels tight, his throat hurts from all the yelling, his emotions are all over the place. He knows that, to any outsiders, he probably looks like a zombie. He’s lost all of his motivation. He knew his mom would be upset with him but he didn’t think she would have called him “a disgrace to the family,”. He was pretty proud in the moment that his response to that was “well I actually think it’s pretty disgraceful to allow someone who takes a video of two minors having sex to continue on in our society without consequences,” but now, after all the words have been thrown and the dust has settled to just being Wille walking down a hallway, those words hit him exactly where they were meant to. He doesn’t regret the post. He does, however, feel absolutely wrung dry. It’s because of this that he doesn’t actually notice the figure in his room at first, on his bed no less. His back hits his door and his hands come up to rub at his face. He really would never have expected anyone to be in his room. Which is why he can’t be faulted for what happens next. 

“Took you long enough,” Wille jumps and pulls his hands away from his face and then he freezes. He’s pretty sure he’s started to hallucinate. There’s absolutely no way that Simon is sitting in his room, on his bed, as if he’s always been there. Simon, who lives in Bjӓrstard which is at least two hours away. Simon who shouldn’t even be wanting to speak to him right now. Simon who has always been too good to be true. He’s actually fallen asleep and this is all just one long horrible dream and he’s going to wake up back at Hillerska with Simon at his side. He’s sure of it. Almost 98% sure. Then Simon speaks again.

“Well?” That one word is enough for Wille to be sure that Simon is here. Simon is here. Simon is here. How is Simon here? He is going to blame the last 24 hours on what he says next

“What are you doing here? How did you get in?” Simon’s face is one of amusement, although Wille knows hidden behind that wall there is also concern. 

“What am I doing here? That’s what you have to say to me? Not ‘Simon, I love you. I can’t believe you’re here” Simon continues to say more but Wille can’t hold back anymore. In three long strides he’s across the room pulling Simon into him and bringing their lips together. He feels Simon gasp in surprise before he brings his arms up to cross behind his head. Wille pours all the possible love in his body into the kiss. He feels like he’s been struck by lightning while also finally coming up for air after slowly drowning. Their hands roam each other, re-familiarizing themselves with the other's body. Simon's hands never stay in one place and Wille's re-find their home on Simon's waist. He pulls away eventually, though briefly, to utter a few important words.

“Simon, I love you. I can’t believe you’re here” 

“Oh” Simon gasps before he’s being pulled in again and they’re lost in each other. Their phones may be blowing up with notifications and Wille may have permanently damaged his relationship with his mother, but right now in Simon’s arms, he’s never felt more real in his entire life.

[28whitepeonies]

I know this is very selfish, but I hope whoever is chosen as Harry's next stunt isn't someone I like. I cannot handle the hate they'll receive from this fandom. So far it's been people I haven't really given attention to much and the hate that they receive makes me want to rip my hair out. I can't imagine how it'll be if it's someone I actually like.

Hi anon

I’ve been thinking about this ask a lot since you sent it so thank you for that! I don’t think it’s selfish, I think it is useful to think about why it would be more upsetting to you though!

None of the women Harry has had a public relationship with so far are women that I knew enough about to consider myself a fan of before their interactions with him, I’m a pretty big fan of Taylor these days but I wasn’t in the early 2010’s, so I’ve spent a chunk of time wondering whether it would make a difference to how I respond next time if it was a woman that I considered myself a fan of.

And I don’t think it would make much difference personally, because the misogyny in this fandom is about as rage inducing as it could get, and there’s no rational cause behind it that I’d feel more compelled to defend one woman than another (there are some minor exceptions but it seems unlikely harry is going to date maggie thatcher all things considered).

I’d imagine you are thinking of the emotional investment you maybe have in someone you like and how it would feel to see them targeted by the lady hating fandom, but I think we may just view this slightly differently. I’ve said before that my concern is far less about Olivia herself (or Taylor or Camille or Kendall and so on) because I can’t do anything to make a difference for them, and far more about the other folk inside and out of fandom consuming this mysoginistic discourse, internalising it and churning it back out into the world. It’s horrific to see it play out and the longer I’m here the more firm I have become in the belief that which woman it is makes no difference. For me that’s the real harm and that’s something we can all try to change.

[allylikethecat]

i had to do an errand that required me to drive into the rural part of my city and i saw horses in a field and immediately started thinking about atkh… i’m suffering from the worst brainrot..(in the best way possible ;))

anyway talk shop tuesday!!

when you dont ask us which fic we want in a poll, how do you decide which fic you post?? i assume some fics are just farther along in your notes but do you update multiple fics at once or do you choose ahead of time which one you’re gonna post and then just focus on writing for that one??

-🥤

Hello My Dear Smoothie Anon!!

If it makes you feel any better, I am twenty eight years old, I own a horse, I typically see him 5-6 days a week, most of my friends also own horses, some who have them in their back yards, and I also live in a very "horsie" area so I see them literally all the time I spent SO MUCH TIME with horses its ridiculous. HOWEVER without fail, I do excitedly announce / shout HORSIE whenever I'm driving and see one out in the world, which is always extremely jarring to whoever is with me when they aren't expecting it lol So like, I get it 😂 I hope you enjoy Friday's update! I know I am excited about it!

Happy Talk Shop Tuesday! Now onto your question now that I got my horse fan-girling out of the way lol

It's kind of a mix, I usually try to work on each fic a little bit here and there (that way I don't get burnt out on any of them) but obviously sometimes I pull further ahead in one. When I don't do a poll it's usually because I've realized I haven't updated one in a while, and I have an update either ready or almost ready. For example, before today the most recent update to Ducklings had been March 26th so I was like shit- I should probably update that one it's been a month lol Now that today's Ducklings chapter has been posted, I'm pretty much in the same spot with all the fics in the poll (other than All the King's Horses that one is actually nearly completed, I however have two different possible endings mapped out for that one and I need to decide which one to follow - and I'm planning on using the feedback on the next few chapters to make that decision so it's extra important for y'all to tell me what you think lol!) SO I figured I would open it up and see which one y'all were interested in next because as much as I love writing and do it for myself, it is fun when people read it and enjoy it, and I do like to take that into consideration. If I hadn't done a poll, it would have been the next chapter of The Birthday fic purely because that one was updated the longest ago now (other than You Know Where the City Is but that one is currently hurting me so an update will be slower lol) I hope this makes sense!!

Thank you so much for being so wonderful and sending this ask and reading and being so supportive! I always get a smile when I see that Smoothie Anon has appeared in my inbox! Thank you so much! I hope your Tuesday was lovely and that you have a wonderful week!

❤️Ally

[detectivesus]

I saw you posted the sweetest words of wisdom to 🇦🇺 anon and I want to hop on that train.

I got out of a really long relationship about 8 months ago and I've spent the past 8 months really reflecting, traveling, spending time with friends and been mostly having a great time with hard days in between.

Now I keep seeing most of my friends on social media in happy relationships and I feel sad and lonely. I don't know if I should start dating again or if I just think I should because I don't want to be alone. You seem like you have such an easy breezy attitude toward being single and it definitely helps hype me up that it's ok. Sorry if this sounds dumb :(

first of all i’m so glad you’ve been mostly enjoying the last few months!!!! of course it’s a huge adjustment to make but i think once you’re seeing the brightest side of things you can, you’re halfway there (: but absolutely, i’m a huge believer of enjoying your own company and really actually getting to know yourself as much as you can before you try to get to know someone else on a similar level!! imo being single is hugely underrated, especially when you’re young and still have so much to figure out. i wholeheartedly love myself (in a non asshole way), i enjoy my own company, and i feel able to say yes to things that i might not if i was in a relationship. of course if the love of my life showed up and asked me on a date i’d go, but i can’t see myself actively looking for a relationship for another while at least (exemption for model girl ofc)

what’s meant for you won’t pass you by, and i think it’s nicer to not give much thought to that side of things, and just allow whoever’s gonna cross your path to cross your path and see where things go from there. sometimes i do feel the same about seeing your friends in relationships, but i’ve realised that that doesn’t mean they’re gone from your life. i’ve just forced their bfs to be pals with me and now we all just hang out as a big group whenever i’m home which is nice ((: i’m definitely not thinking this response out fully and probably not wording stuff the way i’d like to so please lmk if you have anything you want me to go into more detail about <3 really hope the loneliness passes xx

[band--psycho]

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader-All The Words That Should Have Been Said

A huge thank you to the lovely Anon that requested this story!

This is my first ever Bridgerton request so I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

(Don't worry I will be writing a part 2 for this!)

Anthony Bridgerton Masterlist / Bridgerton Masterlist

Sleep, that’s all I wanted. Just a good night's sleep and once again this was denied to me, however this time it was not through the fault of my own overthinking mind. No, this time it was down to the constant knocking on my door. I’d tried to ignore it, in hopes that eventually whoever was at the door would get bored and go away, but whoever it was seemed to be adamant on annoying me.

“If you insist on practically banging down my door would you mind doing it at a more sociable hour?” I whispered, the frustration evident in my voice as I opened the door.

And that’s when I saw the one and only, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton standing at my door.

The Viscount and I had always had a bit of an odd relationship. We’d been friends for years, and when he returned from Oxford our friendship just seemed to grow; most evenings I’d be round his house until the early hours, both of us discussing anything and everything to do with our lives and the latest books we’d read. Other days we’d just sit in silence, reading, or strolling through the gardens, just enjoying one another’s company.

There were brief moments where I thought we could be something more than friends, but I never fully allowed myself to think of that idea for too long, the fear of ruining our many years of friendship holding me back.

Though try as I might, the feelings didn’t seem to fade, instead they just seemed to grow the longer I spent in his company.

So I began to distance myself from him and when his father died the distance between us only grew.

We’d see each other at social gatherings of course, and we would talk whilst we were in public but that was about it.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, a panicked tone lacing his voice as his eyes met mine.

I rolled my eyes at his comment, trying to ignore how scared he truly looked.

It was certainly not a look I’d ever seen on his face often in all the years I’d known him.

“Well then, you best come in, my Lord,” I said, pulling the door back a little, allowing him to enter my family home, thankful that my parents were away in the country for a few days to look after my grandmother. All the while ignoring the potential of anybody seeing him enter my house; a man and a woman unchaperoned was always something that made the gossips of the towns talk.

“Can I get you a drink-”

“I am to duel at dawn,” Anthony interrupted, making my heart almost stop mid beat.

“What?” I exclaimed, trying to process the words that had fallen from his lips. I could feel my heart start to beat faster and faster as I stared at him, knowing that the same panic that was in his eyes at the door were now mirrored in my own.

Anthony was a skilful man but he was a terrible shot, though he’d never admit to most.

“I am to duel at dawn,” he repeated, his voice even quieter now.

“Who? Why? ” I questioned, feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of me, the questions just continued to roll off my tongue.

“I cannot tell you,” He sighed, lowering his gaze from mine.

I knew Anthony, the years may have put a distance between us but he was not a violent man, not unless he felt like he had to be.

“Cannot or will not?” I countered, but Anthony just shook his head.

“Whatever it is, is it really worth dying for?”

He didn’t answer my question but I could tell by the way he looked at me, told me it involved his family. His family were the only thing that Anthony would risk his own life for.

“Why are you here, Anthony?” I asked, trying so hard to work out what it was he was actually here for, he wasn’t here to talk about why he was doing this and there were certainly other people he could see tonight rather than an old close friend.

“I needed to talk to you,” he stated.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I sighed, feeling utterly confused, “You could be with your family right now…”

“I’ve spoken with my brothers, prepared Benedict for if the worst should happen,” he began, moving closer towards me.

“But what I need to tell you cannot come from anyone else but me,” he continued, his words softer than they had been recently.

“All these years, we’ve been friends, friends that have danced around our feelings for one another, acting like they do not exist, neither of being brave enough to say the words we’ve both wanted to say to each other-”

“Anthony-” I whispered, knowing that if I heard those three words that I’d dreamt about hearing before, I would not let him walk out that door to that duel.

I wanted to say it to him.

I wanted to hear him say it to me.

The three words that would bind our hearts together until we were old and grey.

I could not hear those words if he was going to die tomorrow; my heart would not be able to take it.

Knowing that what I thought was unrequited love was anything but.

“You can tell me tomorrow,” I breathed out shakily, raising my hand to his face, caressing his cheek softly. He mimicked my action, wiping away a tear I didn’t even know had fallen from eyes before wrapping his other arm around my waist, pulling me closer into him.

All I wanted to do right now was kiss him, to hold him, to tell him that everything was going to be okay.

But that could not happen, for those words would be a lie, and the intimacy we were both craving would be a sin, one that could damage both of our families reputation if he…if he died tomorrow. And he knew that just as I did.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear before resting his head on my shoulder, pulling me even closer into his embrace.

“So am I,” I admitted, wishing I had some type of magical machine that allowed me to go back in time so that I could tell Anthony all the words I’d kept hidden in my heart for so long.

Words that now neither of us might never get to say depending on the outcome of tomorrow.

All either of us could do now was enjoy this moment.

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