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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 4 months

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Hi 👋🏻 are you taking requests for the creators child AU.

Could the child be Alhaitham's or maybe Diluc's.

Thank you

The creator had

Such a smart child

WC: ~900

This feels more like a collection of head cannons but enjoy!

I believe Nahida would be able to dull the hit to the archons enough for them to not have a public outbreak like in other scenarios, so most of the gossip around is from people of sumeru.

“Stop speaking like that of the acting great sage! The matra will get you punished if they hear you talking like that”

“I'm not claiming anything! I'm just saying it's weird how much time he spent around them”

“They were reviewing the structure of the akademiya”

“Sure, and my wife and I were just studying so many years ago”

“Profesor…”

"that is why my daughter was finishing highschool when we both published our thesis. We were 38 but you get the point"

"professor please... Stop..."

It has been a running rumor for a few months, but nobody really believes it, the stone faced great sage and their welcoming grace? No, never, impossible. There are scholars attempting to refute it but their attempts are short-lived as a few months later you settle back in sumeru, and your lazyly hanging robe you wear now is pushed slightly forward around the abdomen, just enough for it to be an untold fact.

“Why am I returning? I guess it just felt right, given everything” slowly after the theory took traction.

On the later months the baby gets calm whenever he is read books, the kicking stopping for as long as anyone recited paragraphs of dense knowledge, it was a common occurrence for you to tag along thesis defenses, something that professors enjoyed the opportunity of chat you up and students suddenly put delays because of sickness on masse.

“I wonder why they are all so nervous to defend their statement! I don't even ask them questions for them to be scared of me!”

“I think regardless of what you did or didn't do any of them would be at ease”

“And I heard they sit through thesis defenses and lectures because the child is calm hearing long speeches”

“I heard that too! I even heard that once they summoned one of the great sages to read a book so they could fall asleep”

“Really! Could it be…” the teen girl looks at her friend mischievously “great sage al haitham?” Making her friend look away feigning not knowing.

°•°

“I'm extremely sorry for calling you so late, Haitham” you lay on your bed, back flush against the wall. The covers on your lap make little to cover the almost watermelon sized bump “I attempted to read to see if he calmed down on his own but when I stop he starts kicking up a storm”

Alhaitham drags your vanity stool to your bedside, a soft creaking sound coming from the friction between the woods. He just hums as he skims the bookshelf “don't fret so much, it's only natural for me to do this” his fingers dance softly caressing the spines of various books ranging from Inazuma novellas to published investigation on bird care “what has been working best? Early language dictionary? Transcripts of old manuscripts?”

“alchemical botany has been doing alright”

“great, it's coming out to be a spantamad or amurta. I'm sure Tighnari and Cyno will be elated with the news” he rolls his eyes and pulls out a leather bound book with vine engraving.

“Aww, is someone jealous?”

“I'm just saying that something like ‘development of runic language during the last 300 years’ might be more interesting” you just snicker “weren't you attempting to sleep? Close your eyes”

You side down the pillows with a smile on your lips “fine, if you don't want to read alchemical botany why don't you use the white book?” as he glances over he read the simple title ‘weight distribution in columns depending on materials’ and sighs heavily.

“Spantamad might not be so bad.”

There is a small whisper in the last few months that the child could be meant to be one of the great sages but the matra keeps it down when someone starts with it.

When he is born Alhaitham reads to his son some of the books he kept from his parents.

The one year old is perched on his lap, leaning against one of his arms while they both look at the book, one of them reading attentively the words and explaining some concepts while the other is attempting to fall asleep.

“I doubt he is truly listening to you”

“You would be surprised by how much the biology faculty showed children can learn before school”

“I believe they meant before the 5 years mark, not 6 months”

Maybe even wants you to do something similar, it could be an essay, thesis or even storybook but he would want it to have some banter between you two or little comments like “it's good that you remembered to spell correctly postganglionic fibers, I don't have to correct you anymore”

He uses kaveh as an underpaid nanny just plopping the toddler on his lap and leaving without saying a word. He does stop when his son's drawings start to feature more houses and structures than people.

“Are we sure he is mine?”

“For the sixth time, yes. He is a carbon copy of you”

When your baby grows he is the smartest of his class, reciting everything his father read to him since before his birth, even if he refuses to acknowledge it al haitham is really proud of his son and his little shelf with math Olympics medals or the certificate he got from the first place in a writing competition.

Even then the moment your son turns 18 and has to decide what branch he wants to go into is the hardest week of his life, dreading the possibility of another architect in his life. He is quite happy when he choses spantamad, even if he would have like him to go for haravatat.

#genshin impact #gi #sagau #genshin x reader #self aware genshin impact #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #gi sagau #x reader #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham

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kometqh · 6 months

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𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Captain Rex x F!Reader Pt. 1 Rex tells the story of his first love, his first heartbreak, his one last regret. Word Count: 1,166 Warnings: None (from what I can tell) A/N: This is meant to be a multiple-part story, the second chapter will be out soon!

"Rex? How come you're so good with kids?" Hera's soft voice rung out in the almost empty cockpit of the Ghost. It was an early afternoon when Kanan, Ezra, Zeb and Sabine left, leaving the two captains behind. And Chopper.

They had been sent on another stealth mission, something about retrieving data on the Empires latest star fighters. Now it was the early hours of the evening, and they still weren't back.

"Huh?" He hummed as he turned around, his swivel chair squeaking in protest at the sudden movement. "What do you mean?"

He had an inkling of an idea of what she meant, though he wasn't too happy to pursue this topic. Play stupid, yes, play stupid, Rex thought as he nervously made eye contact. Maybe she'll drop it.

"Oh come on Rex, you know exactly what I mean. You're practically a second father to our youngest ones!" She exclaimed, elbowing him in the ribcage as she leaned over, egging him on.

"Beep boop!" Chopper added, his tiny, robotic arms raising into the air.

Rex left out a soft grunt at the sudden dig, recoiling into the soft cushion of his chair. He rummaged through his thoughts, trying to form the most believable lie in the next five seconds, before the two managed to catch on.

The cogs in his brain turned, working overtime as Rex dragged on the silence, scratching at his beard in thought.

After a few moments, he let out a sigh, his shoulders drooping.

"I-I'm not sure this is appropriate, Hera." His voice was soft and yet firm, he used it often on his brothers back in the day when they wanted to disobey command, he agreed, and yet followed orders like a good soldier.

In response he received a confused 'huh' before a sudden pain erupted in his shin. That goddamn clanker!

A grunt left his lips as Rex attempted to smack the top of Chopper's metallic head, a slight burning pain erupting in his palm as the robot mechanically cackled, enjoying Rex's demise.

Though to Hera and Chopper this was a sweet, lighthearted moment, to Rex it was a sticky situation. He hadn't yet told the others of this part of his past, and he wasn't sure he wanted to dip his fingertips in deeply drowned memories.

"Oh come on, you know we won't judge." Hera continued, wiggling her eyebrows at the older man. "And plus, this is great for team bonding." She wiggled her eyebrows at him, trying her best to look as convincing as possible.

The two got on well, being somewhat close in age even with Rex looking like a grandpa. He still had the refreshing energy and spirit of a young man, but he also had the knowledge and experience of an experienced veteran. How fitting.

Rex would do anything but talk about this. The room felt a little too hot for his liking, his heart beating harshly against his rib cage.

"It's a bit hot in here, isn't it?" He asked, getting up and moving over to the temperature control panel.

Though as his gaze moved from the control panel to his fellow captain, Rex couldn't help but sigh out loud, his head hanging down. "Fine. You got me."

Before she could even proclaim her victory, Hera was quickly hushed by Rex.

"Just know this doesn't have a happy ending." He warned, crossing his arms over his chest. All of a sudden, the cool steel grey of the cabin seemed more inviting to look at than his fellow crew members.

Leaning back against the wall, Rex thought over how to tell her. These.. Memories, these events, he had hidden them away deep within his subconscious, like sacred mementos in a time pod.

Only a few people were allowed to dig them back up, if they hadn't been by his side as he lived through them.

I guess it's their time now too.

A heavy sigh and a shake of his head later, Rex was feeling ready enough. As ready as he could be.

"Long ago-"

"You sound old."

"Be quiet," Rex hissed out, his words whistling out like bullets from a gun.

He could tell Hera meant it as a joke, but this wasn't something he could bring himself to joke about.

"Long ago, when I was just a shiny, I met this.. Girl."

"Ooo."

"It was during one of my first missions," He paused, observing the scratched out pattern on the floor, "She was caught in the crossfire, and I saved her." He felt his chest twist as more words spilled from his lips. Even though so many years had passed, the memories still felt as fresh as the day they were formed.

He couldn't stop now. He wouldn't.

"As we made our escape, a plasma bolt grazed her hand, and she fainted and then we defeated the bad guys and my brother Kix had gone off to tend her wound, he was a medic clone, y'know." His shoulders shook as he scoffed, remembering how well Kix had handled the situation.

"She was so.. So weird. She insisted on walking herself home, but then proceeded to get lost on our ship. So I had to find her and escort her, like a gentleman," He paused, his gaze locked onto a scratch of the ships floor, "I think that was the first time I ever felt like a human, like a man."

"From there on, we became closer. She was moved t Coruscant and so I was able to see her during every shore leave. We wrote letters to each other, we went out together, we slept together. Waking up to her by my side was like a dream come true. Until it wasn't."

At that, Hera's posture straightened out a little. She wasn't sure where this was going, and she could feel Chopper shielding himself with her leg.

"My duty to the Galactic Republic outweighed my duty.. My loyalty to her. I left her when she needed me most." He paused again, this time his shoulders shaking, tears tiptoeing at the edge of his waterline. "She wasn't my priority. And neither was Tala."

"Rex-"

"I spent so many months, weeks, days yearning for her. She was there when I closed my eyes, reaching out to me, she was as beautiful as a morning sunshine, her eyes held so much love for me. And I abandoned her." He paused, hiding his face in one hand, seemingly pushing the tears back with his thumb and forefinger. "Tala was three when I left, and I hadn't seen them since."

Silence fell over the trio. Rex didn't want to continue, and Hera was at a complete loss for words. Even Chopper, the usually chippy chirpy robot, had nothing to beep out at this.

Simply put, nobody knew that side to Rex.

"R-Rex I- I don't know what to say.."

"It's fine. I've made my peace with it." He waved her off, the tears having evaporated from his eyes in mere seconds.

"Are they.. alive?"

He felt his breath get caught in his throat, encircling and squeezing at his wind pipe like a tight fist.

"I.. I don't know."

#captain rex x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #sw #sw tcw #captain rex #ct 7567 #commander rex #501st x reader #captain rex fanfiction #captain rex x you #angst #fluff #jedi #order 66 #star wars rebels #hera syndulla

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laurasimonsdaughter · 6 months

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Dear magisowo

I just moved into a new home, and, on paper, it had everything I needed: close to my university, walkable city, and no low hanging lights I can hit my horns on. On paper, that is.

See, the issue started the day I moved in. The landlord gave me my keys, and I went inside. The interior was nice, however, as I quickly discovered, my new home was already inhabited by a multitude of ghosts, who were, to their credit, just as confused as me.

They're not troublesome spirits, far from it, but i was under the impression that a landlord had to disclose things like this before you sign the lease. (But it is my first time renting, so i may be mistaken) Either way, the landlord isn't returning my phone calls.

According to Martha (oldest ghost in the house, very motherly) none of them were informed the house was even open to new tenants. We're willing to compromise and try to live together, but as of right now, it's.. crowded. I wasn't prepared for roommates and they weren't prepared for me. Do we have any legal options here? I'm not looking to get them kicked out, of course, just wondering if we could get compensation from the landlord.. or at the very least a second bathroom.

- sincerely, one very cramped were-goat

(With the supervision of Martha, Daniel, Priya, Micah, Suki, and Horace, amiable ghost-roomies)

Hello!

We’re sorry to hear you were taken by surprise in such a way! Let us first assure you that your landlord should indeed have told you that the building you were renting is haunted. Not doing so is a violation of the duty to disclose that every landlord has towards their tenants.

Even if your landlord was not aware of the haunting (which, though unlikely, is possible if they lack all second sight) it is still their responsibility to have their property inspected for such things. Considering you are Sighted yourself and are not opposed to sharing with the ghosts, we are guessing you’re not looking to get out of your lease, but it is certainly grounds to renegotiate your rent.

When it comes to the rights of your ghostly housemates, that is rather more tricky. Our current laws still state that the incorporeal cannot have legal possession of physical property, but there are various provisions in place to protect their well-being. The following people may be able to help you:

The Dial-a-Ghost Agency, experts in (re)housing haunting spirits. In case any of your housemates wish to relocate.

The neighbourhood mediums of our Medium-ation Programme. They usually mediate between people like yourself and the spirits haunting them, but they also have a great deal of knowledge on the ghostly and will be able to communicate with your housemates.

If necessary we can help you find a lawyer specialising in tenancy law, or an Incorporeal Entity Advocate that can look into your housemates' options.

Sincerely,

~ the MagISoWo Team

#ghosts #magisowo #thanks for playing anon ^^

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theerurishipper · 2 years

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Me back on my bullshit, just popping in to talk about this scene.

It's kind of confusing to hear Chloe say it, right? Why would she not call herself Goh's first friend? But I thought about it more, and it makes sense. It's kind of true.

So, it's been established that Goh used to be more of a loner. He's not interested in having friends. He doesn't have any friends and he doesn't want any. He's home alone a lot, and he's always studying to find Mew.

His only friend was Chloe. And what we know of their friendship is that Chloe and Goh met up when Goh came to hang out at her dad's lab. She brought him to camp. They've been friends since they were kids. That's how we're introduced to them.

I'm not going to come here and say that Goh and Chloe weren't friends. That's not true, they are childhood friends. But they weren't really close friends, or best friends. They liked each other and to hang out with each other, but it seems that that's about as far as it went.

Even during the course of their friendship, Goh said, to her face, that he doesn't want to get friends. Despite their friendship, Goh is still more of a loner who prefers to do things by himself and stay in his own shell. He often runs off to do his own thing without telling Chloe and leaves her waiting for him. He doesn't put in the effort to maintain their friendship, because it ultimately falls second to his dreams. Chloe mentions that Goh always came to play at her dad's lab, and that phrasing kind of says that Goh was always more interested in her dad's work than spending time with her. That's not to say that he didn't care about spending time with her or that he didn't care about her, but clearly it wasn't his priority. In episode 2, she brings him the handouts from school for them to do together, but even after she hands it to him, all Goh cares about is Professor Oak.

Goh's an ambitious person. He's a loner. He's got a severe case of tunnel vision. His friendship with Chloe was important to him, considering he does encourage and ask after her throughout the series, but it ultimately comes second. He's just got bigger things to do, like find Mew.

And as for Chloe, she just doesn't get him.

Chloe doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. She sees so many options and can't decide which one to choose. She doesn't have any dreams or ambitions. At the beginning of the series, she's pretty aloof and apathetic. This is in complete contrast to Goh's passion for his goal, one that he's already completely sure of. Goh loves this. Goh loves to spill Pokémon facts and talk about Mew. Goh loves to show off his knowledge. Obviously, he's mentioned to Chloe that he wants to find Mew and all that. But at the end of episode 2, again, when he excitedly tells her he met Lugia, this is her reaction.

She's pretty dismissive of him when it comes to his ambitions. I understand that being around someone like Goh can be tedious and that she's probably not very happy with him in this moment, but it speaks to her general attitude towards this side of Goh. She's just not really interested. Not to say that she doesn't care about Goh or that she won't support him, but she just... doesn't really care, I guess.

This generally just comes down to them as people. Goh is ambitious, but Chloe can't get that, because she has no ambitions or dreams of her own. Chloe wants simple things like for Goh to hang out with her, but Goh can't get that, because he's all about his dreams and destiny and fateful encounters. They're both stuck in their own shells, and they can't break out of them, and they don't get closer to each other because they don't understand each other.

Which is why Goh gets along so well with Ash. Ash is someone who understands Goh's passion and ambition, because he feels the same away about becoming a Pokémon Master. He gets Goh. He supports Goh in a way no one has before by encouraging him and supporting him. He offers Goh the affirmation Goh is looking for. His influence helps Goh break out of his lonely bubble and notice the world around him. Ash is the first person Goh actually rewards with his trust. Goh follows his dreams and Ash is there every step of the way, by his side. Goh learns from Ash. Goh does things with Ash. Ash's influence is what helps Goh grow from a rather selfish loner to someone who is empathetic to the people and Pokémon around him. To someone who decides to open up to people and not be scared that they'll abandon him. Ash is the first person Goh really accepts as a true friend.

Again, this is all not to say that Goh and Chloe aren't friends. As the series progresses, they do come to understand each other better. As they grow as people, they get closer. But the fact remains that when they were kids, they were too caught up with their issues to be able to become closer to each other. When Chloe says that Ash is Goh's first friend, she doesn't mean that she was never his friend at all. But emotionally speaking, Ash is the first person that Goh has ever cared about so much as a friend. Ash is the first person who's truly understood Goh and valued everything Goh likes about himself. The first one Goh has treated as a true friend. The first one he's put first and tried to maintain a friendship with. The first person Goh has actually supported, the first person by who's side Goh has stood. The first person he's trusted. (And the first person he's had a cru-)

So that is why that line is there. It made no sense to me the first time I watched it too, but it really does make sense. Chloe and Goh's relationship has improved through the course of the series, maybe not as overtly as I would have liked, but still. They understand each other way better now, and they're more supportive of each other as a whole. But their friendship in the past, while not non-existent, was flawed, and Chloe recognizes that. But it's not all lost. They've grown as people and their friendship has grown too, and I'm sure that in whatever future they're headed towards, Chloe and Goh will continue to be good friends.

#Pokemon #Pokeani #Anipoke #Ash #Ash Ketchum #Satoshi #Goh #Gou #Trainer Goh #Trainer Gou #Chloe #Chloe Cerise #Koharu #Koharu Sakuragi #Meta #My meta #Sorry about the poor image quality #But this is my take on the matter that no one asked for

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luna-loner · 1 year

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Hi!

Take that as me considering you the Kanzaki connaisseur, but I was genuinely curious about your point of view on a trivia:

Yoshida Taisei crush on Kanzaki Yukiko. It's only ever mentionned in the character profiles, and they don't interact in canon.

The logic goes that he sees her - and his expression softens up - when he turns his head to his left, since their seating is next to each other. (and Hazama has the time of her life observing the shenanigans from her seat behind Kanzaki 😂)

I don't ship them in the slightest, but I think that we can look at it as yet another point on how Kanzaki is percieved by her classmates;

Yoshida is her polar opposite, and I personally imagined the crush to be very surface-level, attached moreso to her exterior and assumed identity of "sweet, demure girl with good grades" (very realistic middle school crush, in a way 😂).

But still, I was wondering what your thoughts on it, your input, are. Their constrast is interesting, to say the least, and I guess we can either ignore it/find a way to go around it, or use it to see what it tells us about these two.

Do you have any headcanons or anything about Yukiko's point of view, etc etc.?

Thanks in advance, have a good day! :)

What if I told you I briefly shipped them at one point? The Tough motorcycle guy x Madonna gamer girl dynamic is pretty fun to think about. Give me a proper lady on her boyfriend's bike and I'll kiss your generous hands. (Meanwhile, Papa Kanzaki looks like he's about to have a panic attack XD)

I've never invested in Yoshida, so this ship didn't sail for me. The ideas above were me seeing him as a trope rather than a character. And GakuYuki's already living rent-free in my mind

That said, from what I've read about him, I interpreted his character as a secret softie with a tough exterior. A nice guy who likes other nice people; it'd make sense why he'd like Yukiko.

I think Yukiko has noticed him looking at her, and it has made her uncomfortable given her horrible luck with men. It doesn't help that the Terasaka gang weren't the most cooperative and agreeable bunch early on in the series.

But as the year goes on and the gang gets along with the rest of 3E, she starts to see them in a more positive light. As for bike boy, he challenges her to racing games as a way to get close to her. (Also because he was surprised she turned out to be a master gamer and thought it was cool) Yoshida would always drop some vehicle facts. Sure, it's mostly bike-related but he knows some stuff about cars, trains, and even planes. Yukiko may not be interested in these things, but she respects him for cultivating such vast knowledge on something he's passionate about. My girl can relate since she prolly knows so much about her hobbies and passions (flowers, Japanese, games, elderly care, etc...).

And ofc, we can't NOT bring up Hara. I like to think Yukiko visits her often to learn recipes for the elderly, and Yoshida tags along (when he's not hanging out with the gang). This gives them more opportunities to interact, and Hara probably has some funny stories from Yoshida's childhood. I can also see the three eventually forming study groups even during high school, and Yukiko helping Yoshida with Japanese (and maybe other subjects) either through texts or in-person. Another thing, they'd definitely partner up to plan Hara's birthday surprises and figure out which gifts to buy.

Hazama would not be Hazama if she doesn't tease the living daylights out of Yoshida. Picture the two sitting together when Hazama casually says Yukiko's behind him (she's not) and Yoshida just jumps. She wouldn't overdo it, or tell the rest of the gang about it (though I don't doubt some of them have noticed, like Itona for example). She'd also try to talk to Yukiko and tactfully bring Yoshida up just to know how the other girl feels about him, or if she's aware of Yoshida's crush on her, which brings me to the next point: All of this fanon interaction can lead to one of two things:

Yoshida starts to see her in a platonic light and they become good friends.

Yoshida's romantic feelings for her grow stronger now that he's gotten to know her a bit more. As for Yukiko, she may or may not like him back.

(Or he starts to see her as friend while she starts to catch feelings for him, which is both hilarious and sad imo...also, why must I torment my girl??)

One more thing, you pointed out how similar they are. I'd like to add that their reason for falling into E Class is virtually the same. She spent too much time at the arcade, while he spent too much time at the racetrack. Whether their relationship takes a romantic or platonic route, I'd like to see them discuss this eventually and bond over it.

And that's all I've got. Sorry it took so long; I was busy irl and didn't know how to properly articulate all my thoughts. I tend to be a perfectionist when it's something related to my best girl, but this was really fun to think about. Hope you liked it!

#now I kinda wanna ship it #at least as a couple in high school just to give Yukiko some experience in romance #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #kanzaki yukiko #yukiko kanzaki #yoshida taisei #taisei yoshida #asks #headcannons

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ducky-died-inside · 2 years

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Thing I wrote for @mr-nub-productions

Warnings: fire, blood, death, graphic description of injury

I sat at my computer, completely stumped. I had no clue how to start this next chapter and it was 5:56 AM. I hadn't slept a wink of sleep, but I didn't feel tired in the slightest. Besides, I didn't need sleep. Sleep was for the weak and I am not weak. Despite being told that for a good chunk of my life, I burned my way past it. I looked away from the screen, hoping the windows weren't full of smoke for once, but you couldn't see past the thick black curtain even if you tried. I sighed, deciding instead to get another mug of coffee. I mean, 5 in one night isn't a sign that something's wrong, no definitely not. I yawn as the pot that has been refilled twice during the night empties the rest of the way, and completely down the mug. It was scalding, but the energy should get me to the morning.

I stifled another yawn and sat back down, the empty page mocking me as I stared at it. I hit my head against the table a few times, and didn't come up after the last one. Maybe I should rest my eyes for a bit. It wouldn't be sleeping, just a few minutes of closing my eyes. I closed my eyes and soon slipped into a light unconsciousness.

I was startled awake by a creak on the stairs and I saw my roommate, Stella, walking down them to get to the kitchen. I moved the hair that was plastered to the side of my head and started rubbing my eyes. "Good morning Stella." She started to snicker and I half heartedly glared at her. I knew she would be able to guess exactly what happened last night, or rather, this morning.

"Let me guess. You were here all night and fell asleep on the table around half an hour ago and now you’re regretting most of your life decisions. Does that sound right?”

Dammit. I hate when I'm right about this kind of thing. I lowered my head, my hair hanging in a way she couldn't see my smirk. "....maybe."

She rolled her eyes at me and smiled as she walked into the kitchen, probably for some cereal or something. "That's what I thought. Honestly, why do you have a bed here if you never use it?"

I glared at the accusation. “Hey! I use it occasionally!”

“I’m just saying that maybe we need to move all your bedding down here so that you can at least fall asleep on the couch sometimes instead of the table every single night.” I watched skeptically as she pulled out the waffle mix, measuring out the powder into a bowl. She usually doesn't make breakfast, so I knew something was up here.

I opened and closed my mouth, trying to find some sort of response to that. Drawing a blank, I decided it would be better to somewhat agree with my oh-so-knowledgeable roommate. “Fair enough. However…”

She shook her head, looking out the window. I knew exactly what she saw, and it wasn't pretty. The outside world was hardly visible from all the smoke. The fires had been going on for a few days. After the earthquakes started, the people of Acadia claimed the end of the world was coming and turned to crime, namely thievery, murder, and arson.

I turned back to my computer as Stella turned on some music. She loved to do that while she baked, and I enjoyed her music taste, so it's a win-win situation for everybody. I typed out a beginning sentence to my chapter and immediately deleted it. Nothing sounded right and I couldn't figure anything out.

"El, waffles are done."

I was cut off from my thoughts by a plate of waffles being shoved in my face. I barely looked at my friend as I took them, but confusion took over my gaze. I raised my eyebrows at Stella, holding up the plate. "What is this? You only make food for special occasions."

She held up two fingers. "Two reasons. I made a bet with myself this morning about whether or not you would be at the table and how many empty mugs there would be. Also, do you really not remember what day it is?”

Was it a special day? I mean, I can't come up with any reason we would have for a special occasion. I shrugged, setting down the waffles and turning back to my computer. “Is it your anniversary with Nate? Your birthday? Your mom’s birthday?”

"IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY, YOU DUMB-ASS!”

Oh.

It's my birthday. I'm not really surprised I forgot, but I'm surprised she remembered. It actually made my heart swell a bit, but I wasn't going to show that to Stell. No. That was a form of weakness, which I am not weak.

I shrugged, typing gibberish on the page to at least give some semblance that I was being productive. “Stell, you can’t expect me to remember everything unimportant. Besides, you celebrate literally everything!”

“I don’t celebrate everything,” She grumbled, folding her arms as I had to hide my snicker. “But, that’s not important. What is important is the fact that it’s your birthday! This is the day that my amazing roommate came into the world and you're telling me you just forgot?”

I just shrugged again. “I just didn’t celebrate it too much growing up. My parents were usually busy, and, believe it or not, I wasn’t exactly Little Miss Popular growing up.” All of which was true. Who would've thought that the weird girl who liked to write wouldn't have been popular? Crazy. And, yeah, sure. My parents were busy. But maybe I would've liked it if they stayed home for at least one of my double digit years.

My roommate visibly paled at my words and I had to look away from her. She cleared her throat, obviously trying to rid the air of the thick tension that had sprung between us. “Well, we’re celebrating it this year and if you think you’re going to be able to stop me, you’re dead wrong.”

I beamed at her, taking a huge bite of waffle. I knew it was just a waffle from some mix, but it tasted heavenly. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping you. Knowing you, you have an entire thing planned. Presents, cake, the whole shebang.” I waved her fork around a bit, flinging syrup.

She nodded, taking a bite of her food. “You better believe it.”

We fell into a comfortable silence, the music Stella had turned on still softly playing. I wrote and rewrote sentences, going back multiple times when what I was trying to do didn't work. The tapping of the keys and my thoughts were both interrupted by a loud crash. I stood up to see what happened and saw our window was smashed. I nervously walked into the kitchen and saw a rock, on fire and surrounded by oil. "Holy shit. HOLY SHIT! WE NEED TO GO! NOW!"

Stella looked over at me, concerned. "Ellie, what happened? Why do we need to go?"

I'm sure there was fear in my eyes as I faced my friend, fear she definitely caught onto. "THERE’S A FUCKIN’ FLAMING ROCK IN THE KITCHEN!"

Her eyes flared with disbelief, eyebrows raised. “THERE’S A WHAT?!”

I gritted my teeth and yelled. “FLAMING. ROCK. WE NEED TO GO!”

I watched as Stella jumped from her seat, starting for the door, until she turned for the stairs and I yelled at her, confused. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

“I need your present!” She shouted, and I felt my heart shatter. She turned back to look at me, and I could tell she wasn't going to be turning back, no matter what I said. “I promised that we would celebrate this year and I won't break my promises!”

“Stella, no!” I reached out to her, but she ignored me, taking the stairs up two at a time. I heard her swing the door to her room open, hitting the wall and slamming closed again. I heard another crash and saw there was another burning rock down the hall, setting the carpet aglow. It made me yelp with surprise and I fell down a few of the stairs. The sounds of rustling fabric coming from my friend's room stopped, exchanged for Stella's voice. “Ellie?! Are you okay out there?”

“Yeah!” I answered. “Some asshole just threw another rock through the window!”

I scrambled up the few stairs I had fallen down, and there was another crash, this one behind the closed door. I heard Stella hiss in pain and I asked her if she was okay. She didn't respond, so I don't know if she heard me or not. I hesitated before going to her door and that was when I heard the second crash. This one didn’t sound like a window, probably because it wasn't. Instead, I heard the creak of wood and stone. I heard the impact of it hitting the ground. I heard a sickening crack and a loud gasp and a sob.

I immediately started panicking. I tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge. “Stella!? Are you okay!? I heard a really loud crash!”

There was no response except for weak coughs and a small sob.

I could hear my voice get more frantic as I pounded on the door.”STELLA?! I NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU’RE THERE, PLEASE!”

I heard a weak whisper. “I’m here.”

I sighed with relief, the sound of my friend's voice the most wonderful thing I could've heard at that moment. “Oh thank god. I thought I lost you there. What happened?”

“The ceiling.” Oh. Fuck, that wasn’t good. “Oh god, the ceiling. El, it's on my legs. I think I need to push it off." I heard her start to gasp and grunt and there was the sound of falling rocks. I heard a sharp intake of breath and I listened intently through the door. I heard my friend start to pull herself, probably to the door to try and unblock it. Once she was there, I heard her head thump against the door.

I took a deep breath. “Okay. That’s really not good, but we can figure this out. We'll figure this out. I’m gonna come in there, help you out, and we will both be okay, or I swear to god I will never forgive you for dying on me.”

“The door is blocked." Her voice cracked. "I can't open it and you wouldn’t be able to open it either." There was hesitation in her voice and I knew what she was about to suggest. "I’m not going to be able to get out. You need to go.”

Why did I have to be right about this? I immediately started to argue. “Stella, I can’t-”

She cut me off, arguing against me. “You need to. Just forget about me, okay? Go live your life. You deserve at least that.”

“You do too!" I yelled. "I can’t just leave you! I’m not going to leave my best friend here without at least attempting to get you out!”

I heard a dangerous rattle from the ceiling as dust fell on my head.

"It's unstable here. Please, El, I need you to get out."

"I'm not leaving you." I sobbed. "I can't just leave you to die alone."

Heavy tears spilled down my cheeks. Had it really been just about ten minutes ago when we were teasing each other? How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? Why target our house? Had we done something? I took a deep breath to try and calm myself, but all that did was allow smoke to go into my throat and I started to cough.

I leaned against the door and Stella's voice cut through my thoughts. "El, you're going to die if you stay here."

I gave a weak laugh, coughing from the smoke. “Rip me, I guess.” It was kinda hysterical, if you really thought about it.

As I leaned against the door, I heard a loud laugh start to build from behind it. I immediately started panicking. I didn't know what was going on, it could have been anything! "Stella? Stell, are you okay? I need you to answer me. I need to know what happened."

The laughter got louder, almost a cackle. It mixed with coughs from the smoke and I felt hot tears start to slip down my face. "Stella? I swear to whatever god or being is up there, ARE YOU OK?" I was practically sobbing at this point, terrified of what would happen to us. Part of me chided myself for getting so riled up, but the other, more overbearing part insisted that I was allowed this one show of weakness.

"No!" Stella suddenly yelled, coughing as she spoke. "None of this is okay, Ellie! We're actually going to die here, aren't we?" I went silent, because she was right, wasn't she? We were going to die here. No one would come to save us. Why would they?

My friend kept on rambling. "I mean, what a way to go out, right? Dying in our burned down house on your birthday all because I couldn't leave your dumb gift behind. Totally gives 'a blaze of glory' a new meaning, you know?" A hoarse cough cut through her words and they sunk into me, hitting every feeling in my heart. She had gone back for my present and now we were both going to die for it.

I noticed my roommate had gone practically silent. I was about to check when I heard her quiet, scratchy voice. "Holy shit."

I was immediately concerned, at least, more than I already was. I tried asking what was wrong, but she didn't respond. I asked again, but there was again no response. I swung my head back, landing with a thud against the door. The only thing I could hear from the room was muffled sobs and weak coughs peaking through stained laughter. It fell silent and I decided that I should check in.

"Stella, are you still there?"

The voice I heard wasn't the one that greeted me this morning when I had been asleep on the table. This was broken, tired, weak. "I'm so cold. Why is it so cold, Ellie? Shouldn't I not be cold?"

I took in a breath, but it ended up being more smoke than air, so I coughed it out again. "Stella, that's not good. That's really not good."

"I kinda guessed that, seeing as this room is literally on fire." The laughter from earlier returned, along with an onslaught of soft sobs. "El, I'm so tired. I don't think that's good either."

I couldn't lose her, not now. I needed her to keep talking, and keep staying alive. Every breath I took invited more smoke into my lungs, and I tried expelling it through a few more coughs. It didn't work. "Stella, I'm going to need you to keep talking so that I know you're there, okay?"

She was silent for a second before speaking again and I thought I had lost her. “El?”

I coughed again, massaging my throat to try and get it to work better before daring to open my mouth to talk. “Yeah?”

Her voice was nothing more than a slur of words, but I understood every bit of it. “You were my best friend. Did you know that?"

That hit me. That hit me hard. I allowed myself a small sob. I don't care if anyone thinks I'm weak anymore. It's not like they would be able to tell anyway. "Yeah. I knew that. You're mine too."

"That's good. I'm glad you...you..." Her words died off, silence lingering in the air. I pounded against the door, screaming for my friend to stay awake, to stay alive, but I couldn't even hear a sob or a cough anymore. Not from her side of the door, at least. On my side, I heard a weak girl, sobbing weak tears. I heard a weak girl, coughing weak coughs. I heard a weak girl on the other side of the door take her last, weak, breath.

The smoke in the hall had gotten thicker, and I couldn't even see my fingers in front of my face. I sat with my head against the door, curled up into a weak ball. If I had just been stronger, I could've moved this damn piece of rubble blocking the door. I could've saved my friend and carried her outside. I could've actually had a good birthday for once, but the universe just had to shove that in my face, didn't it? I didn't even know what Stella had planned. I don't even know when I told her what day my birthday was. I wish I knew any of these things.

I took heavy breaths, trying to ease my panic, but it made everything worse. Smoke invaded every inch of my body, My lungs trying way too hard to expel it, but it wouldn't leave. My fingers started going numb, along with my toes. My head felt impossibly heavy, as if it were full of bricks. I let it sag down, no longer motivated to keep it up. I can't believe I had let myself get this weak. So easily beaten down.

I could feel my vision start to blur, the orange and black of the fire and smoke mixing together like some kind of corrupt Van Gogh painting, however, there were no starry nights in mine. The floor started to creak, the carpet under and around me having been burned beyond recognition.

Suddenly, I felt air rushing past me. I felt the burned and weak layer of floor that I had fallen through. I felt the impact of me hitting the ground and then everything was silent and dark.

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Birds chirped outside my window. I honestly couldn’t tell you why, what with the earthquakes and burning buildings everywhere, but they sounded like they were trying to wake the dead with the noise.

I stretched, rubbing the sleep dust from my eyes before glancing at the clock. 6:37 am. I really didn’t need to be up yet, but I pushed back the blanket anyway. “Well, if the birds are going to be annoying, I might as well get up and surprise Ellie with breakfast. I mean, she is turning 19 today.” I snorted to myself. “She probably doesn’t remember to be completely honest.” I rolled out of bed, shaking out my hands. “Alright. If she’s at the table with her computer and there’s 5 or less empty mugs around her, I make waffles. 6 or more, I make eggs. Not at the table at all, I make french toast.”

With my thoughts in order, I went down the stairs to make breakfast and smirked at the sight at the table. Ellie was snoring softly on the table, her open computer next to her, with 5 empty mugs that looked like they used to be filled with coffee spread around her. I also saw a blanket around her shoulders and her hair was smushed to one side of her head. I guess walking down the stairs woke her up because the moment I looked away, she spoke. "Good morning, Stella." She rubbed her eyes, blinking slowly.

I shook my head, snickering, before descending down the rest of the flight. "Let me guess. You were here all night and fell asleep on the table around half an hour ago and now you’re regretting most of your life decisions. Does that sound right?”

My friend glanced to the floor, in a way that someone would think she feels guilty, but I knew that she was smirking underneath there. "....maybe."

I rolled my eyes and smiled as I walked into the kitchen to make some food. "That's what I thought. Honestly, why do you have a bed here if you never use it?"

She glared at the accusation. “Hey! I use it occasionally!”

“I’m just saying that maybe we need to move all your bedding down here so that you can at least fall asleep on the couch sometimes instead of the table every single night.” I got out the waffle mix, measuring out the powder into a bowl.

Ellie opened and closed her mouth, trying to find some sort of response to that. “Fair point. However…”

I shook my head, looking out the window. The outside world was hardly visible from all the smoke. The fires had been going on for a few days. After the earthquakes started, the people of Acadia claimed the end of the world was coming and turned to crime, namely thievery, murder, and arson.

I turned away, not wanting to dwell on everything going on. Besides, today was special. Today was important. I had gotten everything I needed, including a cake that was hiding in the fridge. I poured water into the powdery mix and combined them. I pulled out the waffle maker and started making waffles. I turned on music, belting along with the songs. Ellie joined me occasionally, but she was zoned in on her typing again. Going through the motions, I soon had a stack of waffles for each of us. I grabbed a gallon of chocolate milk and brought the plates to the table, along with a couple cups.

I held up the plate to my roommate. "El, waffles are done."

Ellie barely looked up from her computer to take the plate. She looked at them questioningly, before looking at me skeptically. "What is this? You only make food for special occasions."

"Two reasons. I made a bet with myself this morning about whether or not you would be at the table and how many empty mugs there would be. Also, do you really not remember what day it is?”

Ellie shrugged and turned back to her computer. “Is it your anniversary with Nate? Your birthday? Your mom’s birthday?”

"IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY, YOU DUMBASS!”

Ellie’s eyes flickered with recognition. “Stell, you can’t expect me to remember everything unimportant. Besides, you celebrate literally everything!”

“I don’t celebrate everything,” I grumbled, folding my arms. “But, that’s not important. What is important is the fact that it’s your birthday! This is the day that my amazing roommate came into the world and you just forgot?”

Ellie just shrugged. “I just didn’t celebrate it too much growing up. My parents were usually busy, and, believe it or not, I wasn’t exactly Little Miss Popular growing up.”

I don’t think Ellie realized what she had just revealed to me. Her parents were always busy? On their child’s birthday? I cleared my throat, trying to rid the air of the thick tension that had sprung between us. “Well, we’re celebrating it this year and if you think you’re going to be able to stop me, you’re dead wrong.”

My roommate beamed at me, taking a huge bite of waffle. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping you. Knowing you, you have an entire thing planned. Presents, cake, the whole shebang.” She waved her fork around a bit.

I nodded, taking a bite of my own food. “You better believe it.”

We finished our breakfast in peace, the quiet tapping of the keys on Ellie’s laptop filling the silence. My music was still playing softly, seeming to match the atmosphere outside. Our quiet moment was cut short by the sound of glass shattering. Ellie stood up and looked at the window. I don’t know what she saw, but it made her gasp and yell. "Holy shit. HOLY SHIT! WE NEED TO GO! NOW!"

I looked over at her, concerned. "Ellie, what happened? Why do we need to go?"

"THERE’S A FUCKIN’ FLAMING ROCK IN THE KITCHEN!"

I couldn’t believe what she had just said. “THERE’S A WHAT?!”

“FLAMING. ROCK. WE NEED TO GO!”

I jumped from my seat, starting for the door, until I remembered Ellie’s present. I would be damned if I left that up there without giving it to her, especially knowing that she didn’t normally celebrate. I turned for the stairs and Ellie yelled at me, confused. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

“I need your present!” I shouted, turning back to look at her, catching a glimpse of heartbreak in her eyes. “I promised that we would celebrate this year and I won't break my promises!”

“Stella, no!”

I ignored her, taking the stairs up two at a time. I swung the door to my room open, not even noticing that it slammed shut after hitting the wall. I heard another glassy crash outside the door, and Ellie yelped. I stopped looking around, immediately worried for my friend. “Ellie?! Are you okay out there?”

“Yeah!” She answered, much to my relief. “Some asshole just threw another rock through the window!”

I resumed my search, pulling out different boxes that had been in my closet. Fuck, why can’t I remember where I put it? I pulled out a box wrapped in shiny purple paper and smiled. Just then, I heard another crash. It was the window to my room shattering around me, a couple shards nicking me in the arm. That’s when I heard the second crash. This one didn’t sound like a window. The ceiling of my room collapsed, one piece landing in front of the door, one landing directly on my legs. I gasped as they cracked sickeningly under the rubble, sending a wave of shock and pain up my spine.

“Stella!? Are you okay!? I heard a really loud crash!”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I started coughing, the smoke in the room heavy and thick. Some of it escaped out the open window, but most of it was trapped in there. With me.

Ellie’s voice got more frantic.”STELLA?! I NEED TO KNOW THAT YOU’RE THERE, PLEASE!”

I mustered up whatever my throat could, mostly a weak mumble, but it was enough. “I’m here.”

She must’ve been right next to the door because I heard her sigh with relief. “Oh thank god. I thought I lost you there. What happened?”

“The ceiling.” My lip started to tremble. “Oh god, the ceiling. El, it's on my legs. I think I need to push it off." I pushed on it, and it moved forward. I was suddenly immensely grateful for all the time I had spent working out, leaving thick streaks of blood on my skin as I pushed. The sight that had been underneath the rubble was not a pretty one. My legs were in a very bad shape, twisted and smothered in blood. I swallowed thickly, trying to keep my breakfast in my stomach where it belonged. I used my arms to pull myself to the door, taking short gaps for air whenever I could manage it. I ended up against the door, having failed at unblocking it.

“Okay. That’s really not good, but we can figure this out. We'll figure this out. I’m gonna come in there, help you out, and we will both be okay, or I swear to god I will never forgive you for dying on me.”

“The door is blocked." My voice cracked as I coughed, the heavy smoke making it harder to breathe. "I can't open it and you wouldn’t be able to open it either.” My mind started racing, rationalizing and re-rationalizing everything. There was one thing it could settle on though. My friend needed to leave. “I’m not going to be able to get out. You need to go.” I knew she would hate this choice, but it was the only way I could try to get her out.

Ellie immediately started to argue. “Stella, I can’t-”

I cut her off, wincing as I saw a small pool of red start to spread on the blackened carpet. “You need to. Just forget about me, okay? Go live your life. You deserve at least that.”

“You do too! I can’t just leave you! I’m not going to leave my best friend here without at least attempting to get you out!”

The ceiling rattled, dust falling from it. "It's unstable here. Please, El, I need you to get out."

"I'm not leaving you. I can't just leave you to die alone."

My head felt light, black spots swirling with the orange of the fire. "El, you're going to die if you stay here."

She gave a weak laugh, coughing from the smoke. “Rip me, I guess.”

I don’t know what came over me at that moment, whether it was shock or hysteria or something completely different, but I started cackling. It was loud, covering the sound of the creaking ceiling and the snapping fire.

Ellie immediately started panicking. "Stella? Stell, are you okay? I need you to answer me. I need to know what happened."

I couldn't answer, unable to say anything through the laughter and coughs that snuck their way up my throat.

"Stella? I swear to whatever god or being is up there, ARE YOU OK?"

I forced words out of my mouth, practically coughing them out. "No! None of this is okay, Ellie! We're actually going to die here, aren't we?" My friend had gone completely silent, but I kept on rambling on. "I mean, what a way to go out, right? Dying in our burned down house on your birthday all because I couldn't leave your dumb gift behind. Totally gives 'a blaze of glory' a new meaning, you know?" A hoarse cough escaped my throat, and when I raised my arm to cover my mouth, it came away spotted with blood. "Holy shit."

A wave of exhaustion washed over me. Everything felt numb and cold. Cold? That doesn't sound right. Isn't there a fire? I could've sworn there was a fire going on. Isn't that why everything is orange? But wouldn't it be hot if there was a fire? Where am I?

"Stella, are you still there?" Ellie's voice returned me to reality, reminding me where I was.

My mouth started going without any thoughts behind the words. "I'm so cold. Why is it so cold, Ellie? Shouldn't I not be cold?"

I heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a scratchy cough. "Shit. Stella, that's not good. That's really not good."

"I kinda guessed that, seeing as this room is literally on fire." The laughter from earlier returned, along with an onslaught of cold tears trickling down my cheeks. "El, I'm so tired. I don't think that's good either."

I heard more coughs from outside the door and a faint sob. "Stella, I'm going to need you to keep talking so that I know you're there, okay?"

I nodded, not that she could see me, but I felt my eyes starting to droop. “El?”

I heard more coughs and a weak voice. “Yeah?”

“You’re my best friend. Did you know that?

There was a small sob from my friend. "Yeah. I knew that. You're mine too."

"That's good. I'm glad you...you..." My words slipped away from me. My head started drooping downward, too heavy for me to hold it up. I heard Ellie's rough voice trying to urge me to stay awake, but I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. They slid closed and the last thing I heard was Ellie's scream before everything went dark.

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Love is Complicated

gifs by hqtchner & ncis-season-

Pairing: Hotch x reader, Gibbs x reader

Warnings!: angst, pining, kissing, fluff

Request: "well i was thinking about a criminal minds x ncis crossover, where the reader has a big crush on gibbs but then she meets hotch and she is really confused 😿" @wolviesbabes

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Your hand scribbled yet another word on the endless stack of paperwork that littered your desk. It really did never end. You set your pen down. You needed a break. You looked up and your eyes instantly found him. He was hunched over his desk, probably doing the same thing you were doing.

But God, did he look good doing it. Although in your opinion he looked good doing just about everything.

You noticed that about him over the past couple months on the NCIS team. You had been transfered from another similar unit in New Orleans on the recommendation of Dwayne Pride himself. Gibbs was quick to accept you to the unit, but he remained cold to you for the first couple of weeks. It wasn't until you saved him from a, for lack of better words, crazy gunman did he warm up to you.

After that, you two had gotten extremely close. So close that you developed a small crush on the man. Although, you hid it rather well. No one, atleast not to your knowledge, knew about your crush. And you intended on keeping it that way, but it was so hard when he was just sitting right in front of you, looking all handsome and just... him.

You wanted to tell him. You really did. But he was way out of your league, and you weren't even his type. But a girl could dream.

Vance suddenly came out of his office and called Gibbs up. He stood slowly and walked away. You prayed this wasn't a case. You really did not feel like dealing with a case right now.

He came back out a few moments later, a scowl on his face.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked, he jerked his head towards Vance's office.

"He wants the team to attend an interagency gala on Saturday night." You scoffed. Of course he did. "FBI, CIA, and NCIS teams are all expected to attend. Including us." His scowled deepened at the thought of having to deal with other agencies.

"Great, just great." And you were so looking forward to a quiet weekened.

* * *

The night of the gala had arrived much quicker than expected. And of course Abby had insisted on going shopping for dresses. She herself had gotten a long black dress, with a slit. She said she would add a few things to make it more like her, and you couldn't wait to see it. You had gone with a more subtle dress. A long emerald green dress, with spaghetti straps and an open back. The front dipped slightly.

You had brought it with you to the office so you could get ready with Abby and as you were heading to the elevator to go to her floor, you heard Gibbs on the phone. Now you weren't one to eavesdrop, but you really couldn't stop yourself.

"I know, I know, it won't take long. I promise. Bye." Was he with someone else? You stood there frozen as he emerged from the room he was in.

"Hey y/n. Whatchtya doin?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, um nothing Gibbs, thought I heard you and wanted to say bye before we left, I didnt think you would actually go to the gala tonight, so I thought I could just stop in and-" he cut you off.

"Slow down, you're rambling. You okay?" You needed to get out of there.

"Yup, just been a long day. Alright well bye." You rushed off to Abby office. Once you got there, she instantly asked what was wrong. You explained everything. Your feelings, the conversation you heard, just everything.

"Awe, y/n/n. I'm so sorry. He's stupid if he doesn't see whats right in front of him." That made you smile.

"We should get ready." You stated standing up to grab your dress.

2 hours later, you and Abby walked up stairs looking amazing if you did say so yourself. Wolf whistles were heard coming from Tony as you two walked towards the group. You rolled your eyes, catching Gibbs smirk.

His eyes dragged up and down your body, which had confused you greatly. He had never showed any interest in you before, why now? Maybe he had and was just better at hiding it.

"Well, we should get going." You nodded, you all walked out to the SUVs ready for the night ahead of you.

* * *

The gala was interesting to say the least. Each agency decided to stay away from eachother, like elementary students. Each group taking up their own circle around the room.

You had spotted a rather handsome man who you had recognized as Aaron Hotchner sitting at the FBI tables and couldn't seem to take your eyes off of him. You new you had feelings for Gibbs,, but something about this man just drew you in. You had previously met him on a conjoined case with your old team, and you had developed the smallest of crushes on the man. You never expected anything to happen, and he was only in New Orleans for about a week.

Suddenly Gibbs popped back into your head, and you huffed slightly, turning to search for him. Finding him at a table nearby, talking with a woman. You scoffed and he looked over at you.

In a moment of impulse, you tunred away and walked across the empty dance floor straight to Agent Hotchner. He looked up from his conversation as you neared his table.

"Hi, NCIS Agent Y/l/n. We worked together on the Williams case about a year back." He nodded in recognition.

"Of course. Its great to see you again agent y/l/n." He paused looking you up and down in a way you welcomed. "Can I help you with something." He asked, not unkindly at all, but rather friendly.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Someone's got to break the chill in this room." He nodded and stood up slowly, his team staring on in awe. You figured he didn't do this very often.

"I would love to." He took your hand bringing you to the dance floor as another song began. You two danced for about 10 minutes before more couples began to join you. You smiled in triumph and Hotchner laughed at your face.

"What? It worked didn't it?" He smiled shaking his head.

"I suppose it did." You two began talking and laughing and just getting to know each other. You soon found yourself at a table as you continued with your conversation.

"Okay but, im just saying if Strauss is anything like Vance, they would be perfect together." He laughed at this rather loudly, catching the eyes of a few people near by.

"That would never happen. If Vance is anything like Strauss they would drive each other crazy." You giggled softly. Soon it was time to leave, and Agent Hotchner, or Aaron as he had asked you to call him, offered to walk you to your SUV where the rest of your team was waiting. They all eyed you as this strange man walked you over, handing you a card and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You had blushed profusely and walked over, getting in the car.

"So y/n, whos the hottie?" Abby began interrogating you as soon as you shut your door.

"Thats Agent Hotchner. He's the Unit Chief of the FBI's BAU." You smiled to yourself.

"Must be an ass if he's from the FBI." Gibbs remarked, another scowl gracing his face.

"He was actually quite the gentlman." Was your only response before turning to look out the window. Gibbs was the one being an ass. You had just spent the night with a wonderful man and Gibbs just had to ruin it by spouting some snarky comment that only confused you more. The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

* * *

Once back at the office, Gibbs had called you to the elevator, not giving you a chance to respond. You had of course listened, and as soon as the doors shut, he had pulled the emergency button.

"What is it Gibbs?" You asked softly. He just walked closer to you, cupping your face. "What are you doing?" He leaned in slowly bringing his lips to yours.

And you had expected it to be perfect and explosive and passionate. But... it wasn't. He pulled away after only a moment.

"Hang on, let me try that again." And he leaned in once more, pressing his lips to yours. But once again, there was nothing. He pulled away.

"That was ... strange?" He asked, more to himslef than anything.

"I uh, that-that was-"

"Not what I was expecting." He finished for you.

"You know Gibbs, I've been pining over you for months, and I'm guessing you felt the same. But I think we both met someone else tonight that changed our minds." You recalled him spending the whole night side by side with the woman you had seen earlier. You smiled shyly at him. "Call that woman you were with tonight. Tell her you want to go out on a date." He smiled looking into your eyes.

"Only if you call Agent Hochie, or whatever his name was, and tell him the same." You laughed at not only his comment, but the absurdity of the situation. For the past 5 months you had been yearning for a man who ended up not being what you wanted at all. It made you think that maybe what you really wanted, what you both really wanted, was someone to love. So you latched on to the person who had become closest to you.

"I love ya y/n." He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Gibbs. Now go get her." He stepped out of the elevator, pulling out his phone. You did the same, pulling out Aaron's card. It rang once. Twice.

"Hotchner." You giggled at his formal greeting. Taking a deep breath before going for it.

"Hey Aaron, I was just wondering if you were up for dinner?" He smiled.

"Of course. You know, I'm really glad you called."

"Me too." And you walked out of your office that night, a date with a man you had never expected, and a smile on your face.

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saturnsstufff · 4 years

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The Empress Pt.VI

I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

Warnings: light hint to sexual innuendo, Swearing

Its been about a couple of months now since we found Tommy. The palace was up in a baby craze due to the new little prince they inherited. Once we got past the first couple week's of tommy living with us, we saw his true nature. He was a nice and sweet kid, don't get me wrong. But oh, he was also a trouble maker.

Tommy would often bounce between hanging around Wilbur, Techno, Phil and even you. When you would be working at the forge Tommy would sometimes just slip in unannounced and make himself comfortable on a spare stack of metal. You'd only really notice him when he would ask you what something was, or what it did.

That was the new update as well. After returning Techno had requested that you practice making earrings. Saying that he wanted to see how dainty you could work. Of course you didn't mind, back at your village you would often make rings, pendants, and sometimes earrings for those who asked. So making him a earring was no fuss at all.

Techno did start to wonder around to the forge often. usually seeing what you were making or what you were in the process of. Sometimes he would even make off hand comments to make you laugh. Your favorite visit’s from him were always when he would bring tommy. The two would walk in, Tommy holding Techno’s finger as his hand was a little too big for the young boy to fully grasp.

Since you were a familiar face around the palace Techno had stopped wearing his Skull. Instead replacing it with his all to familiar golden reading glasses. You still stood by the ideal that you preferred him with no skull. Since he was, to you, very handsome. You did find out later that the skull he wore was for outsiders. He didn't feel the need to show his face to those who wouldn't be present very long in the empire. Choosing instead to leave them with the impression that he was a monster of a man, rather than a young prince with a heart of gold. When you say he had a heart of gold, you meant it.

Recently techno has really opened up around you, becoming more relaxed in your presence. Phil had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he did, and sure enough he was right. If you didn't have anything to do with the forge that day you would sometimes read within his office well he worked. He never made tones of disagreement, or ask that you leave, instead he would just watch you sit before offering a ‘Hello’. It had become something that you often looked forward too.

You and Wil were still thick as thieves. Techno would rag on Wil about how you two could sit and talk for hours, before declaring that you were bored with each other. Only for you two to part then reconcile in the library a hour later. Techno couldn't understand it, but in the end just accepted it for what it was.

You had just finished cleaning up the forge for the night when you herd some light pitter patter of feet. Tommy. You slowly turned to face him. He was in his night wear, obviously he had just gotten out of bed. he looked distraught however. “What’s up bud?” you asked, putting the tongs and the spare metal away. He slightly shifted in his spot, his little teddy bear behind him.

“I had a nightmare” he quietly mumbled. your eyes softened. Ever since you three found him he would have a recurring nightmare about ‘loosing my new family’ as tommy put it. Usually when he had this dream he would seek Techno, or you out for his comfort. Since you two were mostly together when he would look.

“Want me to read to you?” you asked, kneeling down to his level. His bright blue eyes dancing about. He gave a little nod. he put his arms out for you to carry him. you shyly smiled at him.

“buddy I'm a bit dirty...” You said softly, unsure if he was ok with getting dirty right before bed. He only shook his head and said ‘I don't mind’ as a response. So you gently took him into your arms as you stood. He didn't hesitate to curl into your neck. you glanced back at the room that held the forge, you mentally shrugged figuring the rest could wait until tomorrow. With Tommy in your arms you wondered out, heading for his room. On the way there Techno crossed path’s with you.

“Oh (y/n)” he said as he looked from you to tommy. he furrowed his brows, asking what was wrong without physically saying it. You mouthed out that it was a nightmare, Techno slowly nodded understanding. He rested is hand on tommy’s head giving a reassuring rub to it. “Not havin’ such a good night big man?” he asked gently. Tommy turned his head to look at Techno, slowly shaking his head. Techno pondered a moment as he watched tommy. slowly he gained a idea. “You wanna hear somthin’ cool?” he said with a small smile. tommy nodded in response, gripping to your shirt.

“Can (y/n) come?” Tommy asked quietly, watching Techno's kind eyes. Techno patted Tommy’s head before he nodded.

“Yeah I mean, I guess she can come. Only if you deem her cool enough that is” Techno mused, glancing to your eyes. you raised a brow in question, watching Techno bite back a playful smile. Tommy nodded again. “You think she’s cool enough?” Techno asked Tommy, having him confirm his nod. “Yeah I think she’s cool enough too” He said, ruffling your hair before he walked off. queuing you to fallow him. You smiled and fixed your hair before fallowing him. Instead of leading you towards Tommy’s room, he lead you two to the Library. “Go sit on the couch over there” Techno said, pointing to the sofa closest to the fire. You nodded and wondered over, curious of what Techno had planned.

when you sat, you adjusted tommy so he sat in your lap. he pulled his bear close to his chest, hugging it tightly well the two of you waited for Techno. Luckily he didn't take long. When he returned, he had a Violin in hand. He was casually tuning it well he walked. You tiled your head curiously at him. “I didn't know you played” you said to him. He sent a bemused smile to you. taking a relaxed stance.

“Trust me Princess... There's a lot you don't know about me” He waisted no time on starting a soft tune. Well Tommy eased into you, slowly becoming entranced with the peaceful notes, you became more interested in how he swayed to the light swing of his arms. His hands ever so delate as he held the bow, dancing it along the strings. working the instrument to cry out a melody ever so sweet. His face was that of concentration, focused on finding the proper notes to lull his younger sibling to sleep. This was just another reason why you found Technoblade so interesting. He could talk politics and war strategies so easily, sounding like a primed veteran well past his years. But then he could retire to the library and look like a young boy falling in love with the craft he just found.

Well Techno played away, his eyes fell to you. Tommy had fallen asleep in your arms, finding security within them. His teddy bear tightly locked within his own arms. When he glanced up to you he almost had the breath knocked from his lungs. You sat so beautifully. Your eyes were ever so soft well watching him. You looked at him like he was the most important thing you had ever seen. Your face held a little bit of dirt, and ash from the hard work you did for the day, but he didn't mind. He actually preferred it. Too many times had the Court tried to set him up with a prim, and proper woman. One that was elegant, clean, pure, dainty. But He didn't want that. He wanted strong, hands calloused, smudged makeup, sweat dripping, imperfect, but yet somehow at the same time, perfect. He wanted flaw. He wasn't perfect, he had scars, he wasn't the most handsome boy, he was often classified as too bulky, and too tall. He also couldn't be held back with someone who wanted him, to pamper and please. He wanted someone who would treat him as a equal, who praised his knowledge on war instead of shunning it. Someone who embraced the flaws of the world, and turned them into works of art. His eyes wondered back over you, you had moved your head down to check on tommy. Your fingers delicately tracing over Tommy's cheek. Brushing the curls from his face.

You looked back up to techno as he came to a stop. “That was beautiful... Why didn't you tell me you played?” you asked softly. Being mindful of the toddler asleep in your arms. Techno slowly lowered the Violin to the couch.

“I didn't think it was that important to bring up” He said, returning the soft tone. Well he sat the instrument down his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his eyes, they looked like beautiful glass, the fire’s reflection dancing within, making his eyes dance lively. “If you would like to talk more we should take him to bed first” he said, his eyes flickering to Tommy. You nodded slowly.

“Right, of course.”

After Techno and you had put Tommy to bed it was well into the night. Most of the servants and palace guards had retired to their beds, making way for the changing of the guards. Techno and you weren't really feeling the effects of sleep yet. Rather the two of you wanted to stay within each others company longer. Techno had walked you you to the garden, having snatched two blankets from the library before wondering out into the cold. Techno, having no where to be ended up taking his hair out from his braid. replacing it with a lower pony tail, giving his hair a moment of freedom from it’s confinement.

The garden was beautiful. They couldn't grow flowers of course, but there were elegant sculptures that replaced them. in the middle of the whole garden was a artesian well fountain. although long frozen when the two of you passed by you could hear the water running within the ice. It was peaceful to walk with Techno. It was rare when the two of you would make late night walks. Usually you would take them during the day, or after dinner. But nothing past 10 o’clock mostly.

“So what’s something else I should know about you?” You inquired to him. He smiled to himself before turning to you.

“Are you really going to start school yard type questions with me?” He teased. You smiled and lightly laughed. He was smiling at you, admiring how you looked when you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am. You going to answer them?” You couldn't help but tease back. He chuckled and hummed.

“Mmn. Maybe” he said bemused.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked, now aiming for the most basic questions just to make him laugh in turn. He leaned onto the railing that over looked the kingdom, pondering a moment.

“Red’s a nice color, Or Plum Purple” He said looking at you. Taking a moment to ask you a question in turn. “Besides the forge what do you like to do?” You sat and thought a moment.

“I like to read, Action and Romance are a lot of fun” you mused, earning a laugh from him.

“Romance eh? Waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet? Lamee” he said jokingly. You laughed and took a swat at his chest.

“Oh hush up, I bet you’d like someone to sweep you off your feet Techno” You said, your eyes scanning the horizon. He sat and thought on your words a moment.

“Eh not particularly. Only lame nerds think of that” He said, turning, heading back for the garden door’s. you scoffed and laughed a bit.

“Jerk” you said between laughs. You were going to fallow, but then you had a wicked idea. You scooped up some snow in your hand and bit your lip trying to muffle your laugh. once you had a decent snowball you threw it at him. Bullseye. You had nailed him in the back of the head. He went still, You were a giggling mess now.

“Oh, your in for it now Princess” He said, smirking has he turned. Running after you, his blanket long discarded as he ran to grab you. You squealed out laughing, running from him, discarding your blanket too. You didn't get far before he hooked his arm around your torso, pulling you into his chest well you flapped about like a fish. “Your gonna’ be pullin’ snow out of your shirt for a week when I'm done with ya’!” he said Laughing. Picking snow up before putting it on your head. Some of it even went down your shirt. You flopped about, laughing the whole time until he dropped you into the snow bank. He laughed at you and how you were practically buried within the snow. This only fueled your fire. you threw two more snowball’s the first one missed, but the second one he grabbed out of mid air. You tried to free yourself from the snow bank before he came over to you, but it was no use. he climbed into the bank and shoved the snow down the back of your shirt. But this time you caught him off guard. You grabbed his arm and pulled. setting him off balance so he fell into the snow. Now it was your turn to laugh. tossing more snow onto him. It didn't take him long to recover of course, he simply rolled and grabbed your arms. Pinning them down to the snow. His body hovered over yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His face was that of pure joy, the long stoic look gone. he was at his happiest with you right now. He looked down at you, smiles adorning both of your faces. You two were happy. Happy with the moment, you just wanted it to last as long as it could. Well you two looked into each other’s eyes everything else lost meaning.

Without you two realizing, Phil watched above from one of the windows. He was smiling fondly at the little snowball war you just had. whether Techno had realized it yet or not, Phil did. Techno cared for you. Phil saw how he looked at you. During dinners, Lunches, casual talks, or even when the two of you hung out together. Techno looked at you with pure love and adoration. Phil knew if anyone was capable of wining Techno’s love it was going to be you. You were a hard worker, You cared for Techno’s brothers, got along well with all the servants, were mindful and respective of Techno's space, you also had enough spunk to rise up and toss back the teasing he threw. Phil knew this was the beginning of a love story.

After your snowball fight with techno the two of you did end up going back inside rather quickly. Well Techno may have not been cold, you were definitely cold after all that. You could feel the snow melting on your back, the drops of water running down your skin. But that didn't stop Techno from walking beside you. The two of you walked side by side, your arms around each other to share the warmth. The lingering giggles were etched onto your faces in wide smiles.

“I didn't hurt you at all, right?” Techno asked, double checking incase he was too rough. You shook your head smiling. Drawing your side of the blanket- that was wrapped around you both- closer to preserve the upcoming heat.

“Nah, I coulda’ have taken ya’ if you had stayed above me more” Techno laughed fondly. Amused with your spurt of spunk.

“Oh really now? You think you could take me?” This was now your turn to giggle. purposefully running into his side, shoving him lightly.

“Mmn.. I think I could have found a way” You said looking up towards your room. You had offered to walk techno to his room, but he declined. He said he would feel better if ‘The lady was at her room safely’. You didn't mind, you figured next time you would walk him to his room in turn to make it even, maybe fire back with ‘I must make sure the young prince is safe’.

He chuckled bemused. “If you really have that much spunk maybe I should teach you sword play, or maybe something more military related. you tilted your head up to him curiously.

“You would teach me something?” You asked, semi surprised, but also heart warmed that he would take time aside for you.

“Of course, Princess. I’ll teach you anything you want” He looked down to you as he spoke. He was smiling gently. His tone was fond as he addressed you. “Now don't think I’ll go easy on you though”

“Oh, I didn't think you would” You said, resting your hand on the door handle, opening it. “Would you wanna come in and warm up a bit?” You inquired, looking up to him. He went a faint pink before biting back a shit eating grin.

“Princess... Young men shouldn't be within young ladies chambers during such late hours... Unless, your trying to bed me?” He leaned on your door way. Biting back the largest grin. “Are you trying to bed me, Princess? I knew you had gotten some spunk but I never thought-” You laughed as he teased, going a bit red. trying to wave it off.

“No- No, you know what I mean-” He laughed and cut you off.

“Oh no, I know exactly what you mean” You smiled leaning on your door, looking up at him.

“Are you done?” You asked giggling. He hummed, his face towards yours as he shifted a little closer.

“Maybe” He said amused. “Go get some sleep, and warm up. I'm going to teach you sword play tomorrow” Your eyes lit up. Taking in a small gasp of excitement.

“Are you really?” You asked almost unsure that he was still teasing.

“I mean, Only if that interests you...” He said, his eyes lingering yours. You nodded fast and hugged him without much thought. Techno couldn't help the blood that ran to his face. He lightly cleared his throat as he rested his arms on you. A bit hesitant at first, but he slowly relaxed into your hold. Now understanding why Tommy liked to hug you a lot.

“Thank you...” You mumbled into his chest.

You swore if techno knocked you off your feet one more time you were going to find a way to shove his pretty head in the snow.

Techno was a monster- in the sense of strength. You thought when fighting him, it would be a mutual teaching before he actually started going ham on you. But no, he literary just started striking with no hesitation. Only when he had your swords in a lock did you voice your lag.

"Tech, please can we ease up?" You pleadded. He only watched you briefly. His inner General having come out a while ago.

"Your strong. You can take it" he said sharply. Earning a whine from you. You weren't strong. You didn't do this on a daily. You only made the swords. But he was pushing you. Pushing your strength, and your nerves for one.

"Techno I'm not strong, I- I've never done this-" he grabbed your sword and threw it away from you. Putting his own away. He grabbed your arm and pulled it to him. Pushing your sleeves up.

"Flex your arm." He commanded. You hesitated, looking up at him. "Don't look at me like that. I said flex your arm" you slowly did as he said. Drawing your fist, and flexing your arm. He grabbed your bicep and squeezed a bit. "Notice how hard it is?" You nodded slowly. A slight sting from where he squeezed. "That's pure muscle. You are stronger than you realize. If you convince yourself that you are weak or that you cannot do this, then that's what will become of you" he paused his eyes flashing to yours. "I understand that you are no warrior, but you have strength. As soon as you stop telling yourself that you are weak, you will make progress." He pulled your sleeve down, fixing it for you. "Rome wasn't built over night, Princess. It took time, planning, care, and had to show promise. When I look at you, I see great promise."

When he released your arm you walked over to pick your sword up. Techno readying his stance again. However, before you could break into another spar Phil had wondered out.

"Ay' Techno you have a letter on your desk. You may want to read it" Phil said with a bit of concern. Techno dropped his stance his brow furrowing. He gave a 'Heh?' In confusion. He glanced to you and to Phil.

“Can it wait a bit? I'm in the middle of teaching” Phil shook his head slowly. Techno paused as he thought a bit. "If I go, could you teach (y/n) a bit more? She feel's I'm too strong for her." He mused. His military side slowly fading away for his more domestic side.

"I suppose so." Phil said with a gentle smile. Techno gathered his things and ruffled your hair before leaving. Phil turned his attention towards you. "What has he showed you?" Phil inquired, walking over to you.

"Nothing besides showing me the ground.. seriously my back hurts.." you whined. Phil chuckled lightly at you.

"I should have known. Here I'll teach you some basic's" Before long Phil had you doing simple moves and stances. Things he felt would be easy for you to ace. After a while you got a bit curious.

"Why does techno think I can pick this up so easy? He fights so hard" You questioned. Looking over to Phil. He hummed a moment well he pondered.

"I uh, think that he just wants you to be able to defend yourself. He knows your strong, and besides. He thinks pretty highly of you, y'know'" you went a bit wide eyed. Techno thinks highly of you?

You looked to Phil with a bit of shock on your face. "He does?" He nodded, Smiling gently. Phil gently took the sword from your hands and hung it on the wall with the others.

Since you within the training hall, there was a plethora of weapons and armor of all kinds. The room was large, made for incasing many people. But the detail never faltered. The floor was of stone, pillars lining the outside to support a second floor. The ceiling was framed with gold, dark oak and a smooth white to open the room up more. It was a good place to spar and just ramble off thoughts.

"Oh, of course. He's said it multiple times to me. That's why he was fine with you coming with us to the mansion. Don't think that he hasn't been paying attention to you on the daily." Phil said looking up to you.

"He watches me?" You furrowed your brow slightly. Phil saw and continued.

"Not in the creepy way. He just takes notes of things you do, say you like, ect. He knows your kind with tommy, that you are very organized with your work. Your very detail oriented. He's become quite smitten with you" Phil chuckled. Finding it all amusing.

You were taken aback by this. You thought you two had a good friendship, but it looks like he's paid a lot of attention to you after all. It started to dawn on you. 'I don't really know much about him' you thought to yourself. Sure you knew his mom passed, his favorite color. But you never really dove into his personal life much beyond that. Maybe it was time you got to know him more. "If I wanted to know more about him... could I ask him?" You asked, looking up at Phil. He patted your head and started walking with you towards the hall.

"Of course. Something tells me he wouldn't turn you away." Phil said, biting a smile back. He remembered you two last night playing within the snow. He knew Techno would never turn you away, he was in love with you, even if techno wasn't aware of it.

After dinner you wondered towards Techno's office. You wanted to talk to him, get to know him better. You know he was powerful and kind, but you wanted to know more. What was his ambitions? His hopes, fears. You just wanted more.

When you walked up to the doors you carefully knocked, hearing talking within. When you herd the 'come in' you pushed the doors open. Techno was sat in his chair per usual, he had his reading glasses on with papers on his desk. When you entered he complied them together neatly. Setting them aside for later. However there was also a rather tall woman. she was beautiful, dripping with total control. Her hand was rested on her sword. When she turned to face you. You saw Her face, It was hard but something told you their was more too her. Her skin looked like it was kissed by the sun himself. She looked like she wasn't from here, but the way she dressed herself in armor told you elsewise.

"Hello (y/n)" techno said. The woman glanced to Techno and back to you. She offered a kind smile. "This is General Hawthorne, she's my leading General of the Empires army. I don't believe you two have met before" He said formally. Not having the tone he normally used with you.

She offered her hand. "Its nice to finally meet you (y/n). His Imperial Majesty said we would have a new Blacksmith. But I never expected someone as young as you" Her smile was warm. When you took her hand to shake it you were shocked with the grip she had. Under her glove you could feel some rings digging into your hand. "Don't worry about addressing me as Hawthorne. Seraphina is fine, or Sarah" you nodded smiling to return hers. Wanting her to drop your hand, her grip a tad to much.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, too" you said looking up to her. She turned back to Techno, taking a scroll from his desk.

"I'll see you there then sire" Sarah said, smiling before she walked out. You watched her go, your eyes lingering on the door as you thought. Turning back to Techno.

Techno took his reading glasses off and set them aside on his desk. Leaning back in his chair. When he looked up at you his eyes softened, his tone also becoming casual. "What do you think about weddings?".

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akookminsupporter · 3 years

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Once again tkkrs are creating something out of nothing. It never fails. We got a nice TK selca, which we now know was taken in the bathroom of a restaurant and now tkkrs are saying it was a private and romantic date. Since Hobi asked where the photo was taken, tkkrs are assuming he wasn't there, but if he didn't ever go to the bathroom while they were having dinner there, he would have no clue what the room looks like. Also, these photos would have been taken over 2 months ago, which means it's perfectly reasonable to believe he wouldn't remember this place/decor. I mean, how many times have the boys taken photos and captioned it "when was this" or "where was this". And even if Hobi wasn't there, it doesn't mean the other boys weren't. We literally just had an account of Jungkook, Jimin, Tae, Yoongi, and Hobi (or Jin?) going out to dinner together. Not all the members were there and not all of them needed to be.

Then, when people tell them that people would most likely recognize if those two were by themselves on a "date", tkkrs are now saying that TK rented the place out to have privacy for their romantic date. Of course that's ridiculous because I assume if Jungkook and Tae wanted their "date" to be secretive/private, Jungkook wouldn't upload pictures to his Instagram account with over 22 million followers, some of which would recognize the decor of that restaurant. Also, if this was meant to be a "romantic" and memorable night, why on earth would these boys continue wearing the same clothes from the schedule that day. Clothes, in which they were heavily photographed in early that morning during a diplomatic event, meaning easily recognizable and not so personal. It also doesn't help that the person who confirmed Tae and Jungkook were at the restaurant said BTS visited and not V and Jungkook from BTS visited.

Speaking of the diplomatic event, tkkrs seem to forget this was a diplomatic trip. The boys didn't get those passports and travel to the US for the first time in two years to go on a "date". Not only would that be insanely unprofessional, but just uncharacteristic of them. Notice how we didn't get any fan pictures, spottings, or accounts of the boys hanging out in New York and when they were done with their schedules, they left. This was not a trip of personal enjoyment, it was business. Compare that trip to the trip in LA, where we had multiple fan sightings, pictures and the boys posting about their adventures, and you will see a clear difference.

And even if the Tae and Jungkook went out alone to dinner, we need to get past the idea that two members hanging out alone means that the interaction was romantic in nature. Tkkrs would love to say this was romantic, but when they're presented with all the times Jikook have gone out alone together off schedlue, including dinner, lunch, the movies, ice skating, tokyo, and even out with each others' friends, they say they're just friends or that's it's fanservice. When Vhope have gone on two different museum outings alone together in the last two months, tkkrs refuse to say they were dates (they even attacked armies for calling them dates) and insist they're just brothers. When Vmin were seen alone at a cafe together, they were regarded as just friends. As everyone can tell, the boys are close and they are friends. Sometimes they go out together. During the LA trip, Hobi, Jimin, and Jungkook were seen at dinner together as were Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook another night and no, they're not in a polygamous relationship, at least to our knowledge. But I guess If one dinner is proof of a relationship and if selcas are too, then BTS might as well be in one big polygamous relationship with each other, since they have all done these things with each other.

I hesitated since I received this ask to post it. These are the kind of asks that I feel kill the neurons in my brain. And I don't say that because you anon, but because of the things you say, tkkrs say. Plus I imagine writing all that stuff took you some time.

The mental gymnastics that group do are terrifying. But it's scarier when those mental gymnastics manage to make more than one person doubt.

Please stop overanalyzing everything that those 7 men but especially the maknae line does. It's exhausting and it will change absolutely nothing.

#anon #ask #JM #JK #TH #tkkrs #jkkrs

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vvitchgender · 3 years

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jongerry, #42

Welcome, Apocalypse by Assemblage 23

"So.... hang on. Let me get this straight. You knew?" Jon stammered, even though his head ached with the Eye-gifted knowledge that what he'd just heard was absolutely true. "You knew all along that this would happen?"

"Not the whole time. And not the whole picture." Gerry admitted, sliding his hands into his pockets. He was almost shadow-like, framed by the smoky, foreboding sky. Somehow, even from so far away, the distant glow of the panopticon turned the roots of his hair green. "Just how much did you know? For how long?" Jon pressed, his panic starting to turn to anger. It was somehow even more frustrating that Gerry didn't look defensive, just accepting. Almost resigned. "Technically, I knew from the first moment we met. I've spent my whole adult life stopping rituals, and the Eye has always been very accurate in the knowledge it gave me to help with that. It showed me strengths, weaknesses, loopholes. So when I looked at you for the first time, and Knew that you were the one - the avatar I'd never defeat - I had to accept that." "I wasn't-" "Not yet, no. But you'd become the Archivist, you were already on your way, and I knew that. Before we met, I'd been planning to keep an eye on you. Wait and see if you'd have the same inclinations as Gertrude. But once we actually met, well. Beholding made it very clear there was nothing I could do to stop what was coming."

"So you didn't even try." Jon's throat was closing, a tremble running through his frame. He didn't know whether he wanted to cry or punch Gerry in the face.

"Oh, not so. This is me we're talking about, I figured if you were going to end the world, I might as well not make it easy for you." Gerry grinned his trademark easy grin, and Jon had never seen it fail to reach his eyes so spectacularly. "So I got to know you. Stuck around the institute, did my best to befriend you, to figure you out."

Jon had already experienced the whole world changing in the course of a few words, but it seemed like it was happening again, on a more devastatingly personal scale. Images of days past, of quietly shared laughter and hands being held and foreheads being kissed slid through his mind like the softest kind of carnivorous brainworm.

"So you lied." his voice had gone flat, dull. "That whole time, you just-"

"No!" Finally, Gerry's frustratingly stable expression cracked, his eyes wide and concerned. "Not the whole time! I just... My intentions weren't so great at the start, that's true. But the thing about pretending to get to know someone is that you actually end up getting to know them. And, well... Sometimes the heart does funny things, I guess." He'd pulled his hands out of his pockets, and now he scratched at the tattoos on his knuckles, a nervous habit that he only ever did when he was struggling to articulate a painful truth. "I lied, in the beginning. But I never lied when I said I cared. Or when I said I loved you. By then, I was lost. I didn't care anymore about what you were destined to be."

Jon swayed on his feet - or was that the worm-filled earth gently shifting under them? Almost against his will, he tipped forward, until he was slumped against Gerry's chest in a familiar position. Large warm arms enveloped him, and against all odds, Jon's trembling began to lessen.

"How?" he whispered.

"Hm?" Gerry hummed, his face buried in Jon's hair.

"How can you overlook something like that enough to..." He couldn't fully articulate the question, couldn't make his leaden tongue work. He felt even more choked as he heard Gerry's soft laugh, rumbling through his chest like a distant storm.

"The world was kind of screwed anyway, right? Even if people like me were there to stop every ritual, think about it. The Extinction was coming, slowly or quickly. Something was going to break. I figured, maybe this is it. Maybe humanity's pushed the bounds of nature too far, and we need to be damned, or else drown in our own oil and filth." He pressed a warm kiss to the top of Jon's head. "And if the one to make it happen was the man I loved, then so be it." His voice grew softer, gentle in the way that could soothe Jon to sleep, back when he still needed to sleep. "Welcome, apocalypse. I've been expecting you."

Jon's hands curled on Gerry's coat lapels as he buried his face in his chest, and began, silently, to cry.

#warning for anyone listening to the song: it is very obviously about 2020 and the events therein #tma #tma fanfiction #jonathan sims #gerard keay #jongerry #angst #*makes a thing*#asks #friends #for david #the magnus archives #magnus pod

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enha-woodzies · 4 years

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➸ CHAPTER 8 | " AFIRE LOVE "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 3.8k

warning: very mild swearing; brief arguments

taglist: @serendipitysung (betareader) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @gyeraniee @fluffi @stxrryemxlys @jungwon-luv-bot @lost-lepord-beanie @hyunsunge

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a/n: this has been the longest chapter in the series so far and i'm loving it. grateful for taylor swift's songs that helped me through this chapter also,, please listen to exile as it ideally expresses the ruination between jungwon and y/n (and also an addition to the burning feels,, ㅋㅋ)

Daniel paid a visit to the Royal Garden to fetch his brother, Jungwon, a few Catalpa flowers that were freshly scattered on the royal lawn. In hopes that his brother could still mend the book’s soul by giving a home to the fallen blossoms, Daniel obliged to help when he saw Jungwon’s crestfallen state the moment he got home from Kielder Forest the other day.

The tall, plump gent hums a tune, oblivious enough to the presence of the pair that were roaming around the garden prior to his arrival. He peeks through the side as he noted the familiar voice, gently tiptoeing through the crisp, dried leaves and twigs sprawled along the ground. He soon realizes it was the marquess and the young miss, sharing careful whispers that made him eager enough to eavesdrop.

He could hear everything but dare not open his eyes. Daniel knew he must keep still while he waited for the perfect opportunity to run back to their manor, bearing the newfound knowledge he grasped.

If it was Sunoo, he wouldn't have second thoughts. Though Daniel's ordeal prevented him the first time, he soon remembered how menacing Sunghoon was and grew concerned for the young miss’ innocence, all the while hiding among the shrubs for a determined snoop.

“So long as Jungwon keeps his emotions repressed, this ruse shall continue on.”

Daniel’s eyes widened in horror upon hearing the young miss’ affirmation to Sunghoon’s statement.

Without wasting any more of his time, he cautiously bore the silence until he reached the Park’s manor to apprise Niki of such mischief.

“Niki! Niki! Niki”

“What?!”

“Y/n’s made a deal with the devil himself.”

START OF YANG JUNGWON's POV

I sat and observed you reading with your head bowed. The world was quiet and peaceful that night, and your small hand was wrapped around my finger. Your touch brought forth an omnipresent coolness, sending electric tingles throughout my body. My longing for you fitted perfectly in the palm of your freezing hand. We quietly sat there, your head on my shoulder, in a perpetual moment of tender affection; beautiful and serene. The silence was wonderful, and it was utterly a whole different level of ecstasy.

We were ten, and you were starting to doze off.

I was awake and I watched you breathing with your eyes closed and parted lips. You held my Austen book closer to your chest where it can feel your thumping heartbeat. Your newly untied braids were all over your face. Wavy locks everywhere. I gently stroke them away from your cheeks that were of rosy hue due to the chilly night’s air. And because you were dreaming, your little eyelids fluttered. I noticed that. So I tucked you inside our self-made fort, and positioned us in front of your favorite night light— the moon. I sat and observed you, taking note of everything you did and did not do.

Do you recall how we were sitting by the lake that morning? It was the first time I draped my arm around your shoulders. The golden sun reflected on your tinted cheeks just perfectly, gradually seeing them come to a blush. I don’t know if it was a color of a burn from the summer heat, or just simply out of shyness from the flirtatious gesture and dialogues we had shared over time.

That was something I'll never forget. And because it's all I've ever known, I prepared myself for the anticipated goodbye. You caught me off guard, "I'll never depart from you," you said.

We were ten, and I was foolish enough to take those brief moments for granted.

Three years flew by right before our very eyes and the parting of ways came upon us. You begged me not to leave because If I do, you’d curse me for the rest of our lives. But what am I to do? It was university, it was my future… our future, if not dubiously relevant. I may have only been thirteen at the time, but I was certain of you.

But I didn’t listen. I never did.

I left.

And it was then that I realized, my future wasn’t there. It was sitting among the grassy lawn, reading poesies and verses to each other under the incandescent glow of the sunny daze. It was sharing silly whispers and passing secret notes of flatteries, tucking Catalpa flowers behind your ears, or making a beautiful crown out of it for the beautiful princess that’s been hopelessly sitting right under my nose this whole time.

I said, “I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay.” But you did ask me. And I was never ready, so I watched you go. Selfish as I was then, I knew you’d come back to me.

So there I was, sitting in my new room in the dormitory in a big city. I remember I couldn’t sleep the first night. All I did was toss and turn; sheets were shuffling on and on for hours. Like a typical little boy who was taken away from his family. Homesickness as they call it. But I guess mine was sickness for an undeclared love left hanging like our sheer fort on the hopeless branch of the Catalpa tree.

It was colder than I thought it would be. I kept recalling myself leaving. You gave me a yearning look, your gaze bore into my eyes, I swore I heard my heart break into little shards. But the deafening echoes couldn’t be compared to the shattering of yours, and all I ever gave you was goodbye.

I bet you were still up sitting on your chair by the window overlooking the majestic moon, wondering about me. So I tried the hardest to tuck myself in and face the window where your favorite night light was. I kept whispering empty wishes. I wished that I could run back to you.

Many days I thought of writing you letters. It took everything in me not to, as a string was tugging me back, telling me that the little notes I tucked in between the pages of the Austen book that I lent you could suffice for my five-year-long absence. The said string being the educational pressures that were gradually sucking the memories I had left of us.

I hope you know that every time that I didn’t, I almost did.

You embodied many, different ways of every emotion that crept through me. Though I knew it was going to hurt me, I went ahead and did it anyway.

Five years flew by so fast. Or maybe just for me. I finally graduated from university together with your brothers and mine. So much has happened while I was there that I almost didn’t notice the changes in me. There were several fooleries that the boys and I went through just to have a taste of the uncivilized life we weren't raised to have. There was this time I even helped your brother, Niki, with a gruesome fight against some kid who was foretold to be the next duke of our country. Those may be silly times to ponder now, but the damage it did to us and mostly to Niki was inexpressible.

I was eighteen, and the last memories I had of us were from we were ten. Maybe I tried to forget that day badly. That day where I stood and watched you hide behind the trees from afar, keeping those tears to yourself without me anywhere near you to wipe them all away like I always do.

I vowed to not hold myself back and not be held by the agonizing memories of a thousand yesterdays. I never realized how much it still pains you even upon my return.

Both our families held a welcoming back dinner at your place. There we were, after five long years of separation and silence, traipsing down the halls that we once ran through, forcing laughter and faking smiles just so we won’t ruin the genuine delights in our dear mothers’ eyes.

I was only eighteen, I didn’t know much but I knew I missed you. I’d tell you but I don’t know how. I do, however, know where it all went wrong. I just couldn't find the courage in me to approach and ask you for an apology.

Where was I? Where was the boy who’d throw a mantle over your braided locks, pretending to be the wizard to your witch?

Do you still remember? The notes I shamelessly tucked between the Austen book I lent you just to get my silly feelings across? Do you still have these little memories of us collected inside your imaginary heart-shaped locket?

I left many notes there, and though you possibly forgot most of them, they still hung around me, and I could vividly recall them like it was yesterday. From the flirtatious dialogues and striking remarks to the underlined phrases I wholly dedicated to you, the following parchments started to become like an entire page of paper with my inconsistent handwriting.

I vented out my daily adventures and mundane activities into those stained parchments that I stole from my late father’s study. Until suddenly, all the letters were about you. It collected all my immature yet genuine emotions. It was always about you, seldom me, and hardly ever us.

For the many years that I’ve hurt you, left you hanging, and witnessed our promises get constantly broken, I could only hope for better days waiting ahead for us. If not to me, at least to you. You deserve more than I could even offer. You always have, and I'm afraid I may not be a potential candidate to meet you halfway.

A year has passed and we’re now about to be offered for marriage. Not to each other though. There we were, standing in a crowded room under the bedazzling chandeliers and along with the tunes from the people eliciting them.

I felt my hands trembling in fear that eventful night. We exchanged brief and stolen glances and I was desperate to know, was the yearning killing you too?

I saw you nervously pulling your dress in an attempt to look busy, while I was doing my best to avoid you. I’ve never heard silence quite this loud.

Jay gave me the chance to redeem myself. You had no idea how much I desired to secure you in a long and firm embrace the moment you walked closer to me in that library. But you said those words. Yes! Those words were made up of aching memories that lingered around my soul for a while, but I dared not to give any of my attention to.

My deepest apologies for leaving you behind, again.

I dropped your hand while dancing and left you standing there in an awfully eerie room in such a woeful state. I let you slip beyond my reach, and I fear I can't give you any reasons in the aftermath. I was nowhere to be found then, and I hate the crowds, you know that. But I wanted to return to you after I'd composed myself in the powder room, though it utterly shattered me the moment I ran back to the hall.

I saw you dance with him. With the boy who was now a man. The man who was chosen by Niki’s old flame. The old flame that caused the gruesome fight between the two boys several years back. And the man who’s now trying to take you away from my reach; the unreachable string I couldn’t ever pull passionately close to me.

I heard my heart smash to smithereens. I was hopelessly wishing in the back of my mind that you wished it was me. You wished it was me you’re holding firmly in those little, flimsy fingers, lovingly waltzing you to your wildest dreams.

While I just stood there, under the dimly lit corner of the court, dreadfully gazing upon the sight that gave the entire ton heart-shaped eyes and promising prophecies.

My dearest, Y/n. For dearest you will always be. I want you to know that I’d wilfully live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time.

Because I held my pride like I should've held you.

END OF YANG JUNGWON's POV

The hot topic immediately spread among the Yang and Park siblings the following morning, excluding Y/n’s awareness of such matters. The boys were determined enough to keep their knowledge unsuspected to the mischievous pair. Although Jay and Niki were aggravated by the news, they saw it best to confront their sister in a more fortunate time.

On the contrary, Jungwon is enraged enough to retreat from their manor to give the young miss an impulsive lecture. He sets off with his horse, speedily galloping to the heart of the Kielder Forest.

“Y/n! I know you're here! You and I need to talk!” Jungwon aimlessly calls out as he takes quick steps to where her fort was situated, “Y/n!”

“What?!” The lass crawls out of her sheer fortress, looking utterly pissed with the boy’s sudden commotion.

“Have you lost your wits?!”

“I have no idea what you're talking about, Jung.”

“You made a ruse with Sung- god, Y/n! What were you thinking?!” Jungwon runs his fingers through his ebony locks with definite frustration plastered all over his face, making Y/n flinch from his sudden whine.

“How did you-”

“How I discovered such a ridiculous act isn't of concern right now. Goodness, Y/n, I expected more from you!”

“Well, you should've expected less then!” She fiercely retorts.

“For god’s sake! You don't even know that man!”

“More like I know you? I couldn't even recognize you anymore!”

“That man has set his record with your brother-”

“Do not put Niki into this so as to protect your dying ego.”

“Then what’s all this? What's in it for him, huh? What did you offer Sunghoon that got your mind twisted?”

“A piece of my fucking mind because you were too dumb to even care! And don't you dare speak of him like you're mighty enough to reproach the man whose only desire was to help me!”

“Tell that to your brothers who feel shamefully betrayed right now by your reckless behavior!”

Jungwon heaves a sigh the moment Y/n goes quiet. The atmosphere suddenly went numbingly silent for a while. What with all the nonstop outbursts they both threw at each other, they forgot to stop and catch their breaths in the maddening heat of the moment.

Y/n breaks the deafening silence with light sniffles and soft sobs, tilting her head away from Jungwon’s sight. He witnesses her tears again for the first time in a very long while. It pains him to see her like this, but what shatters his soul, even more, is that he's the reason why her tears keep falling… and he couldn't take a step closer to wipe them away knowing they hadn’t resolved their previous fight.

So he stands there, mere inches away from her, hands so close yet so far, fists clenched tightly to stifle the urge to touch her, until Y/n feels a sudden rush of electricity through her entire body; Jungwon pulled her into a comforting embrace, making her snurfle into the warmth of his chest.

“Forgive me, I… I’m just very disappointed. For the longest time I’ve known you, not once did it ever occur to me that you would go this far to get my attention. I’m just worried for you.” With a hand holding onto her waist tightly, and the other, resting on her nape, Jungwon softly whispers against her ear while stroking her hair gently until her breathing calms down.

Y/n couldn't help but gradually crawl her arms around his slim waist, crumpling a handful of his jabot shirt from the back in desperation to suppress further sobs from embarrassing her. All of her raging thoughts suddenly came to a halt the moment their bodies connected with each other.

It was as if she's meant to be in this moment with him, to bathe in his comfort, to be in this dreamy embrace. It would be a lie for Jungwon to say he didn't want this. He was, after all, anticipating for such a moment to hug her like now. It's quite unfortunate that it had to be under such circumstances.

“Why does my involvement with Sunghoon bother you so much? Is it only because of Niki?” Y/n looks up to Jungwon, making the two merely inches apart from brushing their noses. Jungwon knew that he'd get lost in her compelling eyes, so he stared down at her parted, pinched lips-- though he wished he didn't at that moment, but he was too late. He finds himself running his tongue across his lips, all the while parting it as he tries to think of any far-fetched reasons to answer her question.

He lifts his thumb and grazes it over her flushed cheeks. Her tear-filled eyes still glisten as Jungwon leans closer, making Y/n shut them in an instant. Although she’s quite in a chagrin in their current position, Jungwon finds her unshakable figure as a sign that she's relaxed in his presence, making him feel less deterred from keeping her in his arms a little longer.

The chap plants soft kisses on her closed eyes that made Y/n inhale sharply. The fleeting, feather-like touches on her eyelids were more than enough for the lass to bathe herself in such momentary bliss. The moment she flutters her eyes open, her gaze meets his as he rests his forehead on hers.

“I hate seeing you cry. These beautiful eyes aren't meant for such miseries.” He whispers to which his breaths fan against her exhales.

“You always make me cry.” Jungwon softly chuckles at her slightly pouting lips, simultaneously thinking how lovely would it feel to have his lips locked on hers.

“Jay would genuinely torture me if he sees us right now.” Jungwon scrunches his nose as he playfully bumps it with hers.

“What would he do if he found us out? Let me go then.” She teases. Her hands find their way from his waist, to his nape, while playing with the little mullet he outgrew since the summer.

“I could never.”

Y/n sighs. His words had two meanings and fortunately, she's smart enough to know what he really meant. To answer her previous question, he wanted to tell her how much he loves her-- but his tongue is tied, and he can only let out gentle breaths and husky whispers. He couldn't find any words that would perfectly encompass his brimming emotions to her.

So he fails himself again with a shrug of his thoughts.

“Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?” He asks.

“What do you mean?”

“All these silly banters and stolen, longing stares. Could you be happy here with me?”

“The past few weeks have been nothing but emotional for me, Jung. You shut me out, then you take me back. You anger me lots yet in one swift move, you knock the wind out of my lungs. I’d be lying if I told you I’m not on top of the world sharing this moment with you right now. Because I am. I am happy. I don't think I would be if not with you.”

Then let’s run away right now. Let’s leave everything behind and run away together. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. That was what he wanted to say. But he gulps down all other thoughts and lets out the opposite.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home.” He says.

The trip home was merely nothing but laughter and barbs as Jungwon shares embarrassing stories of her brothers while they were in university; trying their very best to ignore the desperate elephant in the room.

With hands constantly brushing against each other as they take their every step, Jungwon was downright close to seizing her hand completely and interlocking it with his.

“To be fair, this has been the only thing that's made the past agonizing weeks bearable.” He concludes the uplifting momentum as they walk closer to her humble abode.

“I'm ready to try again if you are?” Y/n mutters under her breath, but Jungwon clearly caught every single word. He slowly pulls away from the almost closed gap between them, looking at the ground like he always does when he's conflicted.

“What is it, Jung? Have I said something wrong?”

Jungwon shrugs his head in disapproval, though he wishes she hadn't said those words.

“I… I’m sorry. It's just…”

Jungwon thought there should've been a time and place, but this wasn't it. He doesn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability right now especially when Jay's trusted him enough to not fuck things up. With Sunghoon in the way and Niki's emotions in turmoil, he couldn't bear inserting himself in the middle of chaos, insinuating confusions any further when he could've been a better friend to Y/n rather than putting her feelings in silence.

Y/n was expecting this. Every time she and Jungwon would share a rather momentous moment, he’d chicken out and ghost her for however long he desired until he felt the need to pop back into her life again and tug at her heartstrings.

She stares at Jungwon's figure almost disappearing into the wild night. He ran away with deafening thoughts, while she stood there with a crushed heart… again.

With sadness, she realizes they need some time apart.

It's been a long, dragging week for the ton. Tranquil for some, as not many revelations from the Daily Tattle have been uncovered as of late.

The Park siblings have yet to talk about the matter of Y/n being a quisling to Sunghoon's endeavors. As of the moment, the young marquess continues on with his dilly-dallying courtship with the young miss, obliviously promenading her with genuine intentions this time around.

Jungwon and Y/n had only been apart for a week and already, he had a new lover hanging off his arm.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, Jungwon was having troubles with his thoughts and feelings as he saw her, yet again, traipsing around the park with an arm comfortably hanging onto Sunghoon.

With Y/n, he'd had some wonderfully stable times. But seeing how her smiles go from cheek to cheek and echoing laughter with the marquess’ presence makes her genuinely happy, Jungwon thought it’d be best if he stops himself from holding her back and enjoy her liberty without the past binding her like a prisoner of what could’ve been.

Sunghoon looks at her the same way he does. It churns his insides just thinking about it.

Yet he fears this might have to be his time to back away.

That week-long separation seemed to last forever for Jungwon as he finally concludes that he is no longer deserving of her hand anymore. Now that it's apparent that it’s about to be promised to another.

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biggest-g · 2 years

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I would say everything's falling apart, but from the looks of things, they have been for a long time. And I've never been in the know. It's not because I was ignoring any conflict. Information was actively being kept from me.

I think what people fear too much is confrontation.

What people don't realize is how willing people are to listen and adapt. It takes a very, very evil soul to harbor hate for the sake of bullying others. One can act in a way that makes someone else uncomfortable or dislike them, but their intention is usually not to do so.

I think that people are more willing to change then you might think. You just need to directly confront them about your issue with them. If they don't change despite your confrontation, then it's reasonable to distance from them.

Some people might think it's a victory to completely separate from the other side without any form of confrontation at all. That only tears more things apart. You say you get satisfaction from letting them brew in the knowledge that they were the ones in the wrong. The problem is, they have no idea what the issue is, and what they are meant to be brewing on.

I can understand why you would want to distance yourself from someone and not interact with them.

But these sentiments were handled was so incredibly poorly.

In this particular situation there were so many things that contributed to this outcome.

One: No one confronted the person who they had gripes with, and those gripes are what turned into this hatred.

Two: Hatred compiled, and no one sought resolve it at all with the recipient, basically guaranteeing that it would all climax in one event. In this case, practically overnight. And the thing is, the only people it really impacted were the ones who had no idea what was going on.

Three: Everything relating to the conflict was being actively kept from anyone who wasn't directly involved, without any awareness of the impact this has on them. Because it is being actively kept from them, they are left to reel the the result of such a split without any warning.

For me, it makes it feel like I'm not close enough to be confided in, that this tension has to be kept from me because I'm a risk. I'm still coming to terms with the fact a whole seperate server consisting of many of people I'm close to existed seperate from me. Not only that, all the members actively hid it from me until the conflict finally erupted.

I really did miss being with some of those people, talking with them, hanging out. We hadn't even shared a server together in so long.

But this is not how I wanted to have a reunion

It all exploded overnight. It shouldn't of just exploded overnight.

I've never been in a situation like this where people who once seemed so close now harbor intense hatred for each other.

So I'm trying to analyze what I'm feeling right now. Partially betrayal, that nobody thought about the impact it would have on other people involved, on me. How all these factors contributed to it being resolved so poorly. How it's not actually resolved yet. How nobody wanted to give me, someone deeply connected with everyone involved, an inkling about what's going on. How I was actively prevented from learning about the tension even when I asked about it. How that makes me feel like I'm personally not close enough to be confided in. How I can't trust people anymore to have my best interests in mind. How it seems like people think they can't trust me.

But the main thing I'm feeling, I think, is disappointment. Sadness. That this is the way things are happening, ending, coming to light. The fact that I was isolated just by association. The way I can see how this brewed up and how many ways things weren't handled well. How there were infinitly better ways to resolve this. How I feel like I can't trust anyone.

Its hard to get all my thoughts across clearly and coherently, but I think this was therapeutic for me

I find posting here easier then blaming anyone directly

...

I guess now the question is where I'm going to sit at lunch

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fictionalmenmakemecry · 3 years

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They Don't Come Across Too Normal (part 2)

Warning: None

I flicked through my phone while waiting outside the library waiting for Edward. I got a text from Jessica 'You coming to the mall with us?'

I bit my lip remembering that I made plans with Jessica and Angela to go dress shopping after school. 'Sorry, I can't, I have to go to the library'. I didn't explain why, knowing that Angela would do the honors for me when Jessica tells her I'm not coming.

To be honest, I was a little bit relieved that I got out of going to the mall with them. I love hanging with them but the dress shopping? Not so much.

"Hey, you got here early" I looked up to see Edward right next to me, I didn't even hear him come up.

"Um yeah, class ended early" I smiled

We made our way into the dead silent library and walked through the aisles and aisles of books until we got to the study area. It being a Friday, made the area pretty dead. We both sat down getting out our biology books.

"You're from Arizona right?" Edward whispered leaning in making sure to keep his voice as smooth and quiet as possible.

"Yeah, I am but I know it doesn't seem it. I'm not the type to tan" I glanced down noticing that even my pale arms seemed darker than his.

"You could say I'm the same" Edward chuckled lightly

Edward looked up at me with the same warm honey coloured eyes. I couldn't get over how intense his eyes were. Looking at him so closely, made me realise why all the girls were drooling over him. His face seemed like it was craved out of stone. The perfect cheekbones, chiseled jawline. His lips were so pink against his pale skin.

"So, chapter 11?" Edward looked up noticing me stare at him a little bit too long

"Uh, yeah" I snapped out of my trance and flicked through the book trying to find the page.

As I went through what we had done in the past week. I had a feeling Angela was right. His attention rarely went to the book and was more focused on me. Whenever I mention something, he would comment on it like his had the knowledge at the of his hand.

"So, what's your plan then?" I asked out of the blue.

"Hmm?" He furrowed his eyebrows together with the sudden turn of conversation

"You clearly don't need help with Biology. "I looked down, noticed our hand were close, but not touching

"You caught that" Edward breathed out realising he wasn't doing a very good job leading me on.

"I notice a lot of people... um.. stare when I'm around you. What's up with that?" I asked finally having the courage to ask. I was expecting the worst, like he was a criminal or murderer."

Edward smiled to himself. I wondering what was going through his head and why he found it amusing.

"My family and I aren't the most social when it comes to this town. So when people see me hanging with someone, who is an outsider I guess it makes them curious".

That did not satisfy my curiosity. Weren't social? What does that mean? I feel like I have more questions than answers from what he said.

"What you mean not 'the most social'?" I asked confused.

"Uh.. It's complicated and long story but we moved over a couple of years ago and people just never accepted us. Still outsiders" Edward shifted in his seat leaning more on the table.

We sat there for a couple of minutes in silence as I processed his words. His words didn't make sense. Like you would have to give a reason for people not to accept you. Were his whole family standoffish?

"Why you hanging out with me then?"

"That's a good question, I'm just curious about you" Edward smiled

"Are other people not interesting?"

"I can read them easily, but you're more difficult" He brought his eyebrows together.

What did he mean by read? Why am I difficult to read? Why do I always have more questions than answers when I ask.

"I'm really enjoying your company" Edward said in whisper

"Me too" I smiled feeling myself blush a little.

I was confused on so many things that he has told me. But the one thing I clear about was how Edward made me feel. I feel his full attention on me all the time. Like everything I said was the most important thing he has heard. It was kind of intense. The more we talked, the closer we got. After awhile, our knees were touching.

As close as we were, there was no body heat radiating off of him. I was confused but maybe he was cold as the library was air conditioned. But he didn't look cold.

"I better get home" I said closing my books.

I could see Edward frown a little from the corner of my eye before he went back to his rest face. We both walked out of the library and into the parking lot.

"Is the red truck you?" He walked with me.

"Yeah, it is. She's a beaut, right?" I grinned

Edward chuckled while looking at me. I got a burst of butterflies whenever I would make him smile or laugh. He seem to be a serious person most of the time, so it was reassuring when he found me funny.

As we got to my truck, I could tell something was on his mind. He looked down at his shoes while shuffling back and forth.

"Bella, would you be free to go on a date with me tomorrow?" He looked up at me waiting for my response.

"Uh.. I-I think so" I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.

Edward instantly relaxed his shoulders.

"Can I get your number? You can text me your address and I'll collect you tomorrow. Would that be alright?" He took out his phone and unlocked it, handing it to me.

"Yeah, o-okay then" I stuttered

I entered in my phone number, name and saved it to his contacts. I handed back his phone and he looked at it quirking a brief smile.

"See you tomorrow" He walked away towards his silver Volvo, which was the only car left in the car park excluding mine.

I hopped in my truck and sat there for a minute, trying to digest what just happened. I could my heart beat hard as I tried to calm down. I started the ignition and released the brake, making my way out of the car park with thoughts racing through my mind.

Why was I feeling this way toward Edward Cullen?

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The rise and fall of our love

part one | part two

playlist: broken by jake bugg

no.1 party anthem by arctic monkeys

pairing: james x reader, james x lily

warnings: language, angst, fluff

A/N: sooo im back with part two!!! thank you for the fantastic feedback and appreciation you gave me on the first part, and i hope this lives up to your expectations!!!! sending all the love xoxo

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(moodboard made by me)

"How is he?"

"Y/N…" Remus began, putting down his quill. Your gaze never left the essay in front of him, refusing to see the pity that his stare held. Because that - that glint in his eyes, the way the right corner of his mouth lifted in a poor attempt of a smile - that was pity.

You shook your head softly. How did it get here?

"Am I not allowed to know? He won't speak to me or look at me. I almost feel guilty even though I know I haven't done anything wrong."

"James is…"

"A fool."

You knew he was trying not to smile. "Yes, that is the obvious answer. But he is still with Lily."

Of course he is. What he said that day - or rather what he smelt - has been the talk of the school for weeks. People were staring at you in the halls, pointing behind your back - so much that you stopped hanging out anywhere else besides your dorm and the library.

And James - he never bothered to say anything to you. It hurt more than you expected to, but you didn't let it show. I am fine, you said every time one of your friends asked. Then, you would smile kindly and change the subject. You would see them exchange worried glances - you pretended you didn't notice. Soon they stopped asking, and you stopped pretending.

"Do they love each other?" Something in your pathetic heart broke at the quiver in your voice. Love.

Love. Never in your life have you heard a more overrated word. So much loss, so much damage made for love. Was it really worth it? The way your stomach dropped and the slight tremble of your lip, the ache that would just not go away - were these the cost of love?

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. He watched you in awe - as if he read the truth in your eyes. You felt the tears roll on your cheeks, hitting the parchments sprawled on your desk. You let them fall. He opened his mouth, then closed it.

"I understand." you whispered.

You got up, but Remus caught your hand.

"Do you…?"

You smiled softly. "Does it matter anymore?"

He let go of your hand and you walked away.

×××

"Hogsmeade, today?" Sirius asked as he plopped down next to you. He took a big bite of your sandwich - and noticing your icy glare, he put his hand over your shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You pushed him off you and wiped your face.

"Bloody hell! You even kiss like a dog!" you retorted.

"No, I don't."

"No, he doesn't." Marlene smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Hogsmeade, you were saying?"

"Yes - Remus and Lily are busy with their important top-secret prefect duties and James has quidditch practice, so it'll be just us. I guess you don't mind third-wheeling for a bit."

"Can't wait!" you feigned excitement.

×××

It was freezing, to say the least. You were glad you had two pairs of socks on, otherwise you might have had to postpone the trip and pay a visit to the hospital wing instead.

"I don't sound like that!" Sirius whined, handing you and Marlene your butterbeer - you've decided to stop at The Three Broomsticks.

"Of course you do, darling. And may I add that you look ravishing." you purred in your best impression of Sirius' voice. Then, you turned to Marlene and winked. "You are the most gorgeous person in here."

"Careful, that's not true." a voice caught your attention. No, no no no.

"Oi - Prongs, mate! Thought you had quidditch practice!" Sirius clapped him on the shoulder.

"Got cancelled because of the snow. Hello." he nodded and smiled towards you and Marlene, then pulled a chair at the table. It was the first time he's talked to you in weeks.

You didn't bother to answer. In fact, you didn't even look at him. The rest of your stay at the pub passed in a haze, with careless answers and quick nods.

×××

Before you knew it, you were left on a bench with James, waiting for the others to "buy some quills from Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop", as they were in big need of "quills" and "didn't have any left to write the Transfiguration essay we had due Wednesday". Oh, if only you had Transfiguration on Wednesdays!

"So… how have you been?" James trailed off, rubbing his neck. Ah, so that's how he wanted to play this game.Too bad.

"Why, James?" you ask, gazing at the shops in front of you. "Why did you ignore me? What happened that day?"

He sighed. "I don't know. I- I made a mistake. You shouldn't have found out, not like that."

"You have some guts, don't you?" you spat.

"Excuse me?" You faced him. That face - the face you dreamt about, the one you kept telling yourself you hated - you missed that face, you missed him so much that you were glad you were sitting down, for you might as well have fallen to your knees.

"Do you know how it is," you started, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes, "to feel so alone that you find yourself crying without a reason? Do you know how it feels to spend your nights wondering why you weren't enough - what you did to deserve this? Even if you did nothing wrong?"

"Do you know how it's like to watch the person you love drift away from you? To watch that person become a stranger? Do you know how it felt to know that you wouldn't even look at me?" You were now shouting. "Tell me, James! Look me in the eyes and tell me!"

Silence. You watched him trying to find an answer and you silently begged him to say something.

"Do you love me?" he whispered incredulously. Not that.

"Would it change anything if I said I do?"

"I don't know."

"Do you still love her?" You couldn't say her name.

"I don't know." He let his head fall in his hands. For the first time in weeks, you laughed. You laughed until your vision went blurry, until you felt the salty taste of your tears.

"You know nothing, James Potter." you sneered, then got up.

You made your way back to the castle alone.

×××

"Guys guys I have the most amazing idea." Sirius came rushing in the Great Hall, managing to trip and almost fall. He quickly regained his composure and continued running as if nothing had happened.

"That's new." Remus said while reading the prophet.

It's been weeks since that night in Hogsmeade, weeks in which you've avoided James at all costs, despite his numerous attempts at conversation.

"I'll choose to ignore that." Sirius glared at his friend, then continued. "Don't you all want to go for a dip?"

"I think I speak for all of us when I say that I do not intend to die in the freezing lake on a lovely day of winter." You scowl, munching on your pastries. You loved pastries. (mood)

Sirius smirked. "I'm glad you are all so joyous so early in the morning, but for your knowledge, I wasn't talking about the lake. My dear, smartass friends, I was thinking of crashing the Prefects bathroom!"

That got your attention. You looked at Remus full of hope and he shrugged.

"And how exactly are we going to do that? "

"Well, this is where our prefect friends come in handy."

"Lily would never help you do this." James cuts in.

"That's why I wasn't planning on inviting her." Much to your surprise James didn't object. "You forgot about our other prefect friend - and I'm looking at you, Moony."

You all looked at Remus who seemed a tad bit uncomfortable. "I guess - alright? But if anyone catches us, it's your fault." he pointed his finger at Sirius.

"I solemnly swear." He put his hand over his heart, then winked.

×××

"Looks like your plan to ignore James isn't gonna last." Marlene said while stuffing all the towels she could find in her bag.

"I'm aware of that." You really were. You've mentally prepared yourself to spend the night in the same room with him for the past week. "Ready? The boys are waiting."

"Yeah, let's go." You were to go to the bathroom in groups of three using the cloak, then spend the night there.

"Alright," Sirius' head popped from under the cloak "we'll go together - Remus, James and Peter are already there. Come on." he whispered.

You got to the bathroom in no time and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. You felt pathetic - you were all going to hang out as friends.

Marlene's hand squeezed yours - everything will be alright. It was your thing; back in the day, you used to do this every time the other would be anxious about something. You looked at her and smiled, squeezing back twice - I know.

You entered and your mouth flew open. You've never seen a more luxurious bathroom before. The "bathtub" was easily the size of a medium sized pool. Greek caryatids held the archways, and the stained glass windows reflected their patterns on the marble floor tiles.

"I suddenly feel bad for not working harder to be a prefect - if I had known this would be my bathroom, I would've gladly learnt the entire History of Magic coursebook by heart" Marlene said, with a small pout on her face and her arms crossed.

"Same here." Your gaze followed the sculptures on the ceiling and slowly fell on him. He looked angelic - the way the coloured moonlight caressed his face, the faint blush on his cheeks - made him part of the setting.

There was no point in lying to yourself. You liked him, despite everything he's done, everything he's said, you continued to like him. All those comforting lies you've said were trying to cover the inevitable truth, the truth which had been well hidden somewhere deep inside your soul. Until now.

You stripped out of your clothes, fully aware of his impertinent stare. You stepped into the pool, sighing in pleasure at the warmth of the water.

"Wanna play anything?" you asked no one in particular.

"Oh, we should play shoulder wars!" Sirius exclaimed excitedly.

"I think I'm gonna skip this!" Peter announced from his chair.

You looked at James, then turned to Remus. You rose your eyebrows inquisitively, and he smiled kindly.

"I guess imma skip this one as well." James said, slightly disappointed.

"Come on, Marls, we gotta kick some ass."

And so did the games begin.

×××

You were trying, and failing miserably to keep your balance on Remus' shoulders.

"Haha- losers!" Marlene laughed. It was your sixth time losing.

"Y/N, I think I'll give up now, before this becomes too humiliating." Remus said while getting out of the water and pulling out his book.

"No Remus, you can't give up now! I know we can do this!" you saw him sit comfortably in an armchair, and something clicked into your mind. "You ditch me to read? And sabotaged me? Remus John Lupin, I'm disappointed."

"Take Prongs instead, he's far more competitive than I am." he smiled innocently. So this was his plan.

You turned to James, and he got up excitedly. You got on his shoulders, and his hands tentatively touched your legs. You saw Marlene and Sirius smirking and you glared at them.

×××

The score was close. It was the match point. Marlene was desperately trying to push you when you came up with the winning idea. You splashed some water into her face, obstructing her vision. Then, you tickled her and she fell.

"And that's how it's done!" you shout, raising your fist. Marlene's head appeared from under the water, clearly mad.

"That was not fair!"

"There's no such thing as fair!" Marlene smirked, as if she was saying oh, really? and pushed James with such brute strength that he fell, taking you with him.

He caught you before your head could hit the bottom. He lifted you up bridal style and you put your left hand around his neck and moved the other one from your nose to his shoulder. You stayed in his arms, not wanting to let go. You were gazing into each other's eyes, breathing heavily, when it hit you.

You loved him.

And he was still with Lily.

You pulled away from his embrace, breaking the stare. "It's not right - Lily…" you mutter, getting out of the water.

The others seemed all deeply interested in Remus' book. You could even hear Sirius asking questions about the plot. You turned away; James was still in the pool, in the same place, trying to make out the meaning of what happened.

It wasn't fair.

Life wasn't fair.

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