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slashersins · 4 years

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How would the slashers( whoever you would like to do) react to a s/o who left to do something but didn’t tell them.

i already covered what bubba would do in this situation , so let’s do the other slashers !

How would the slashers( whoever you would like to do) react to a s/o who left to do something but didn’t tell them.

jason

do not do this to jason . firstly , you don’t know the woods as well as jason . you have no idea how many or where the traps he has set up are . it’d be just so easy for a bear trap to snag your leg , sending you flying forward in pain and having your head bash against a rock . you could even be followed and hunted by a wild animal , ripe and ready to become their next meal . you could reach the same fate that had killed jason all those years ago and drown in the lake . or someone might come to camp and take you away . for the sake of your safety , do not go out into the forest alone . and for the sake of jason’s sanity , never leave without telling him . the panic and anguish he feels at finding you gone , the desperation and fear that beats against him is almost too much to for him . he’ll be tearing through the camp , wild and furious and desperate as he tries to pick up any trace of you , terror fueling every step , every breath he takes .

when he does find you , in the middle of some field with a book in your hands , looking lazy and happy . . . he’s torn between hugging you and shaking sense into you . he’ll collapse to his knees before you , tugging you into his large chest and holding you . he’ll try to convey to you that you cannot do this to him again . please . yn , please . he was so scared .

thomas

you weren’t in the house . thomas checked . he was used to seeing you sitting on the couch with monty , maybe finishing up cooking , or even sometimes doing the laundry when he came up for lunch . this time was different . the house was quiet . and tommy couldn’t find you in your usual spots . he’d grunted to monty , asking where you were only to get shut down with a “ i don’t know where the little bitch ran off to . maybe they finally up and left your ugly ass . ” those words angered him as much as they terrified him . he searched over the house , more panicked , stomping and tearing open every shut door . but you weren’t there . not in the house . not in the barn , not in any of the cars hidden out back . thomas even stomped over to henrietta's , quite rudely bursting into the home to search for you , frantic . he ignored the woman’s gasps and shouting about him being a big brute , he had other things on his mind . there was only one place left to look . luda mae’s shop .

his body was screaming at him , the adrenaline pumping through him and keeping him going wearing out as he stomped ,doing his best to jog to the store . it’s when he’s half way there that he sees a figure in the distance . and the closer he gets the more he can make out . you . it’s you . it’s you , it’s you , it’s you . he’s running now , hot tears of relief welling in his eyes as he all but tackles you , pulling you into a tight embrace as his tired legs finally give you . he pulls away only to touch your face . to feel you . to make sure that you were real . he’s panting , shaking . pulling back to look over your face , eyes searching yours , pleading to know where you were , why you left . why you didn’t tell him . he’s torn between laughing and crying when you say you’d only been delivering lunch to luda . he shakes his head , tugging you to his chest and falling back to the ground for some rest . please don’t do something like that again , y/n . thomas doesn’t know if he could take another scare like that .

brahms

fear . abandonment . pain . suffering . anger . you must have left when he was sleeping , otherwise he wouldn’t of ever let you leave without begging and forcing promises from you . making you swear that you’d come back , and even then he would have clung to you desperately . but you’d left when brahms was sleeping . and he had no idea where you were , if you were coming back . he stalks to the walls and halls , he shouts and screams and yells . breaking mirrors and furniture , raiding your room and ripping through your closet , through you dresser , trying to find proof that you would be coming back . he clings to these garments , trying to all but suffocate himself in them .

that’s how you find him . house in disarray , torn apart . brahms passed out on your bed form sobbing , clinging to your clothes like a life line . wake him up gently , kissing the top of his head as you stroke his arm . he’ll start crying again when he sees you , clinging and telling you how scared he was , begging you not to ever leave him again . seeing the man so broken , so vulnerable and desperate makes going out to buy christmas presents seen like a bad idea .

michael

he always knows where you are . he follows you . stalks you . obsesses over you . in the house . out of the house . he’s a constant in your life . but . . . there are times when michael is out spending his time stalking prey , taking lives , reveling in his blood lust . and those times are the ones when you come and go as you please , without the constant gaze on your back . and it’s those times that you try and treat yourself . it’s a breath of fresh air , and you’d been hoping for one of these little moments . so with a giddy face you decided that you were going to spend some of your saved money and spoiling yourself in the next town over . you just had to make it back before michael , which should be evening , a little after you usually make dinner . but michael came home before that .

the eerie quiet of the house had him on high alert . your shoes , your keys , your car all gone . but it didn’t look like you packed any clothes . it didn’t look like you were trying to run away from him . which was a point in your direction . but the fact you left no note , the fact you left at all without michael’s permission or acknowledgement countered it . he waits . he worries , not that he’ll ever admit to it . unmoving eyes , cold and hard set , he glares at the door . it’s been hours . past the time dinner was made . past the time michael would usually come into the house to eat and wash and then sit and stare at the tv with you while you talked idly into his ear . it was late . and you weren’t home yet . his worry and concern grow , fueling the anger he felt for the entire situation . it didn’t matter where you were . or how long you were gone . you could have came home the minute after michael realized you were gone , and it would have lead to the same thing .

the lights of your car shown through the curtained window . the engine turned off . the sound of your keys at the door . he waited . knowing full and well you weren’t going to make a mistake like this again .

jesse

the man has cameras everywhere . he’s always watching in some way or another , or if he’s not watching he certainly can see what you’re up to . at least in his own house . he hadn’t been able to talk you into setting up a security system in your apartment yet . honestly he hasn’t been able to talk you into letting him get you a better apartment . and right now he doesn’t know which he needs to take care of first . especially seeing as you weren’t home , truck missing , and weren’t answering your phone . it irritated him . you couldn’t be stupid enough to be cheating on him , but why else would you be ignoring him . he’d only texted seventy times in the last three hours . only called you fifty two - and he was mute . he wouldn’t have been able to say shit , but dammit you could of at least answered ! it’s only fifteen minutes later when he’s telling spann to get to work on finding you .

it’s an hour and a half later that jesse sees your name pop up on his phone , an incoming call . he answer’s it before it can go through a full ring , silent on his ends as you start talking , apologizing . your phone had died half way through your drive . they needed another worker at a store a towns away and you’d taken the shift last minute . you’d left this morning , running a bit late and forgot to text him . jesse can only breath slow and deep , trying to calm himself . trying not to be angry . it was a stupid mistake on your part . a very stupid mistake .

he listens as you continue to talk , knowing you will stay on the line till you get home , knowing you already know he’s waiting outside . its’ something the two of you are going to have to have a talk about . this cannot and will not happen again . he really should have installed a tracker in your phone .

billy & stu

it’s a classic case of “ i thought they were with you ” . it was more their fault for not checking in with you . more their fault for believing you had no life outside of them . why would you ever not be at home ? or with one of them ? but you were with neither . you were out with your family . a little get together that you did once every few months , driving to the city and eating at some random fancier version of ihop or denny’s . it was such a common occurrence that you hadn’t thought to tell either of the boys where you went , or that you were going . but you were sure they’d be fine . after all , they never really seemed bored so long as they had each other .

billy and stu don’t even realize you’re gone . not at all . they don’t notice until they meet up that night , planning on doing some ghostface fun , when they start talking . and then they go quiet . neither had seen you . or talked to you . suddenly shocked by the fact you had not in fact been with them , they make breakneck speed to your house , climbing up the side wall and trying to force themselves into you room at the same time . you almost laugh as they come stumbling in , asking what was up .

they won’t admit to having accidentally misplacing you for the day . but they will ask what you spent your time doing . and ask that you tell them if you are spending a day alone or with one of them . not for any reason . not really .

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slashersins-abandoned · 4 years

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anonymous asked :

How would the slashers( whoever you would like to do) react to a s/o who left to do something but didn’t tell them.

jason

when he does find you , in the middle of some field with a book in your hands , looking lazy and happy … he’s torn between hugging you and shaking sense into you . he’ll collapse to his knees before you , tugging you into his large chest and holding you . he’ll try to convey to you that you cannot do this to him again . please . yn , please . he was so scared .

thomas

you weren’t in the house . thomas checked . he was used to seeing you sitting on the couch with monty , maybe finishing up cooking , or even sometimes doing the laundry when he came up for lunch . this time was different . the house was quiet . and tommy couldn’t find you in your usual spots . he’d grunted to monty , asking where you were only to get shut down with a “ i don’t know where the little bitch ran off to . maybe they finally up and left your ugly ass . ” those words angered him as much as they terrified him . he searched over the house , more panicked , stomping and tearing open every shut door . but you weren’t there . not in the house . not in the barn , not in any of the cars hidden out back . thomas even stomped over to henrietta’s , quite rudely bursting into the home to search for you , frantic . he ignored the woman’s gasps and shouting about him being a big brute , he had other things on his mind . there was only one place left to look . luda mae’s shop .

brahms

michael

he always knows where you are . he follows you . stalks you . obsesses over you . in the house . out of the house . he’s a constant in your life . but … there are times when michael is out spending his time stalking prey , taking lives , reveling in his blood lust . and those times are the ones when you come and go as you please , without the constant gaze on your back . and it’s those times that you try and treat yourself . it’s a breath of fresh air , and you’d been hoping for one of these little moments . so with a giddy face you decided that you were going to spend some of your saved money and spoiling yourself in the next town over . you just had to make it back before michael , which should be evening , a little after you usually make dinner . but michael came home before that .

jesse

billy & stu

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bts-reveries · 4 years

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young one | 8

one image at the end

You just left Jungkook and Sian to go to work. You were currently driving while listening to songs playing on the radio, just thinking to yourself.

You couldn’t wait for the time when you could finally go back to your normal life. You know? Being able to see your son for longer than 2-3 hours a day. You wake up, get ready for class, sometimes make breakfast, wake up Sian and help him get ready, but mostly Jungkook does that. Go to school, get home from school, do school work, get ready for work, leave for work, work for hours, then get home, and sleep. It sounds a lot worse listing it like that, but you feel like you really don’t have time for anything else. The days where your professor lets you out early, or your boss tells you to go home sooner are your favorite days. You hope that one day you’ll be able to take Sian to school. As of now, Jungkook is the one who takes him to school since you go to class before he does. It sucks.

But again, you’re doing this for him!

It’s been a few hours since you came to work. Same thing goes on everyday. You stand in the hostess stand to welcome customers in and seat them. Some listen, some refuse, some are polite, and some say things that you wouldn’t want any of your nieces and nephews (and son of course) to hear.

Sometimes you see familiar faces, like friends from high school or college… from the first time you went to college. Those are never fun.

You were looking through the reservation lists when you saw a figure walking up to the stand.

“Hi, welcome to House of Cards! How many will be dining in tonight?” you say as enthusiastically as you can sound, gathering some menus.

“Oh, Yn? Is that you?”

You look up to the woman who said your name. You were quite confused, not remembering who she was.

Until.

“We were in the same Stats class in uni-- well, until you dropped because of--” the lady, who you now remember as one of the girls you worked on a group project with, gives you a sheepish look. “How’s that going by the way? Are you still with the dad?” She says, putting on a sad face, pursing her lips.

You laugh slightly, nodding your head.

“We’re all doing great, thanks for asking,” you smile awkwardly at her.

“Not married yet though?” She says, looking down at your ringless finger.

“—So I’m guessing just the two of you tonight?” You say, diverting the conversation back to work.

“Oh! Yes, just us two,” she says, turning to the man next to her. “It’s our anniversary.” You fake a smile for the two.

“Happy anniversary! Let me get the two of you seated.”

“YN!” Your head shot up from the computer screen in front of you to the sound of some familiar voices.

Your face lights up and a huge smile spread across your face when you see your girls running towards you.

“What are you guys doing here??” You ask, not seeing any of their significant others or kids with them.

“We missed you,” Yuna pouts.

“I missed you guys too, my break’s in ten minutes,” you say. You grab six menus, turning back to them. “Let’s get you seated first though.”

In your thirty minute break, you sat and talked with your girls. Something you’ve been needing for a while.

“So how’s school going?” Mae asks you. You shrug.

“Tougher than I thought,” you laugh half heartedly. “My professor is pretty hard on us, so I can’t miss any classes. And if I really have to, I’m screwed because I have no one to ask if I missed anything.”

“I don’t know, but it was a lot easier before I had a kid? I mean, still hard of course, but now I have to go to work right after I finish my assignments and I barely have any time to spend with my family,” you add.

“It’s understandable, you’re still adjusting. I know you’ve probably heard that a hundred times,” Sarang says. “But after a bit, it’s going to be easier to handle. Everything will fall into place eventually.”

You groan, dropping your head onto the table. Your cheek falling onto your arms.

“I hope so, I expected my life to be all in the right place by now,” you say.

“And what was it supposed to look like?” Sohyun asks.

“Well before Sian, I thought at this age I’d be ready to get married, had my career sorted out, and then eventually have a kid. After Sian, I thought at this age, I’d have a good, stable job and that I was at least engaged or already married. But right now I’m a full time student and a part time hostess at a restaurant. And a mom, but not a wife, nor am I close to being one,” you say sadly. Byul pouts, petting your head.

“Well, we might not be where we expected to be at this age, I know for all of us, we’ve been through things our younger selves would have never imagined to be, but like what Sarang said… it’ll all fall into place in the end. So don’t lose hope,” Bora says, smiling down at you.

“I’ll hold on,” you say, staring into space. Specifically the direction of where you seated your old classmate.

“What are you looking at?” Yuna asks, turning to the direction of where you were looking.

“You see that girl in the green dress across from the guy with the fidgeting fingers?” you say. The girls turn and nod.

“We were groupmates in college. I never liked her. I think her boyfriend’s proposing to her tonight. She mentioned to me that it’s their anniversary.” Right when you say this, the guy reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small box.

“Oh…” Mae says, watching the girl get proposed to right in the middle of the restaurant.

“Don’t look,” Byul says, covering your eyes, making you giggle.

“It’s okay,” you say, pulling her hand down, and sitting up.

“My time will come one day. I will get that degree, get a job, marry Jungkook, and have another Sian,” you say to yourself, and out loud to your friends. A smile lit up on all of their faces.

“To Yn!” Sarang yells out, holding up her glass of water. No one was drinking alcohol tonight but you all raised up your drinks anyways.

“TO YN!”

You seven were too caught up and into the moment to remember that a proposal was currently going on and that your coworkers and other guests were clapping for the newly engaged couple that you didn’t see the dirty looks coming your way.

“I never really thought of how I want to get proposed, but if Jungkook ever mentions it to any of you, or any of the guys, please tell him not to do it in the middle of a restaurant.”

Sohyun laughs, pointing her glass of raspberry ice tea towards you, “will do.”

“Yn,” one of your coworkers called. You turn away from your girls, looking up at him.

“Hm?”

“Your breaks over,” he says.

“Oh--”

“Aww, no,” Byul says a bit too loud, quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. “I mean, y-yeah Yn, you should get back to work,” she says, nudging you out of the seat. You and the other girls couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” you tell him, turning back to your friends.

“I’ll see you girls later,” you say, walking back to the hostess stand in the front of the restaurant.

“Yn!” You turn to your name being called and you see that girl from your class showing off her ring to you. You gave her a smile, giving her an awkward thumbs up before turning back around to roll your eyes.

Just a few more hours and you’re out of here.

young one

♛ part eight: ringless ♛

pairings: photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader

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ryttu3k · 4 years

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Night Road quote text dump, because I've been deluging a friend with quotes and want a place to keep them all.

We're a bit like that, yeah:

They direct you to a hulking Malkavian named Severian, and the sullen giant directs you in turn to Gibberish Mike.

Fortunately, it turns out that "Gibberish" Mike is just Australian.

Practical concerns:

"That's it!" Elena says, leaning over your shoulder. "That's his yacht. Oh, and this is all about him. Very useful." She snaps a picture of the email with her phone, then the two of you get out of there before the technician returns. You head down the elevator and then back to Elena's Datsun.

You're so pleased by how well that went that that it takes you a few minutes to remember you're in Arizona.

"His yacht?" you finally ask.

Fun with bungalow ownership:

After a day of fitful dreams, you throw on your leather jacket and engineer boots and get ready for another night. You step outside to check your Integra. A neighbor parks next door in her Ford Super Duty and gives you a friendly little wave. You've been practicing this. You're ready.

"Howdy, neighbor."

"Howdy!" she responds before heading inside.

Fucking nailed it. You're one of them.

This is legitimately how I got the Messy Critical achievement:

You grab a hoe.

You rip through the underbrush with savage efficiency, staying a few steps ahead of the pushcart as Julian scans. You work in a trance, chopping and hammering. Only when you hear Julian shouting do you realize that you're holding a busted length of wood.

The head of your hoe is buried in the beautiful round black door of Prince Lettow's Rolls-Royce.

Raúlblocked:

You head to Raúl's place, but he's not there. You find a note hidden above the door that reads, "Problems in Phoenix. (Jesus Christ has returned? Stole a car?) Contact me right away for major jobs and I'll come back. Already missing you." And there's a ProtonMail address with some of the security contact codes you agreed upon earlier.

But it looks like Raúl will be occupied dealing with the Lord and His automotive crimes, and he won't be able to wander around Tucson with you.

Pattermuster doesn't get paid enough:

"Hello? What? Well, the blood can't be 'everywhere.' Surely that's an exagger—okay—okay, fine. Okay. Okay, I'll get—okay. Five minutes. What? No, Sissy Spacek. No, Sissy—you're thinking of Rosemary's Baby. No, Carrie had the prom scene. With all the pig's—yes, it was Sissy Spacek, I'm sure. That much blood? Jesus. Okay, hold—five—okay, five minutes."

Valid question:

Do they teach ax fighting at Quantico?

Julian Meyer:

"Man, it's been a while," Julian says, leaning against your door frame. "I remember the nights we spent keeping that elder asleep with offerings of blood, the days curled up together in the desert. Wasn't it romantic?"

"That never happened, Julian. You made up our relationship and tried to sell it as a novel until the old Prince of Tucson threatened to execute you." '

"Vampire romance was big at the time," Julian says with a shrug. "And I changed our names. I still don't know why no one wanted to buy it."

Dammit I thought I was done with uni:

"Awful," Dr. Caul says with a little shudder. "But now your real studies can begin."

Your real studies consist of a syllabus (thirty pages) and a trunk full of books (35,000 pages).

"Are you disappointed, Rook?" she says with a little laugh. "Were you expecting something more mystical? A bolt of cosmic enlightenment? A conversation with your Holy Guardian Angel, who would reveal the answers you seek?" She bangs the trunk as technicians get ready to load it into your car. "Get reading."

An enthusiastic boss:

You reunite with Pattermuster down in the morgue, where he's pumping his fists as a thin-blood on a gaming laptop watches with a worried expression because she can't tell if he's incredibly happy or insanely mad.

"Rook!" Pattermuster shouts, his eyes full of Blood, "you did it! You brilliant child, you did it! We're safe. Oh, thank God, we're safe." He pulls you into an embrace, then punches a brick wall because he's so happy, showering all three of you in dust.

I thought that was Finland?:

You catch all sorts of whispered gossip as you cross the rooftop garden.

"Camp Scheffler?"

"Gone. That Outlander courier had something to do with it."

"I heard the Russians helped the SI burn it down."

"That's ridiculous. There's no such thing as Russians."

Pot, kettle:

"Julian," the Eagle Prince says, "you will locate Reremouse with the equipment Vane brought. Once we find him, we will strike shortly before dawn. I have prepared a stake sufficient to pierce even his old hide."

"That easy, huh?" Julian says.

"No, but—"

"Your plan is ridiculous, convoluted, and dangerous," Julian says.

"And you have a better one?"

"Absolutely," Julian says. "We use Stonehenge to teleport him to Mesopotamia."

The must-have appliance:

He's a black outline in the glow of a single yellow bulb... and then the bats descend.

And then the bats get torn to pieces, because Pattermuster pulls his two katanas out of nothing and turns into an undead Cuisinart for a few seconds.

But aesthetic:

Leave it to a vampire to bring a sword to a gunfight.

It is pretty cool though:

"Oh my God," Julian says. "You're going to use the car engine to fling Prometheus into Reremouse's heart."

"Dammit, Julian, I am not doing this because it's fun. I am scrambling for every advantage I can because we only have one chance to stop Reremouse, and if we fail, the Second Inquisition will descend on us like wolves on a wounded deer."

"It's still cool," Julian mutters.

A e s t h e t i c:

The Camarilla looks unkindly on vampires who dress like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, but what's the point of being dead if you can't look the part?

#JustToreadorThings:

You sleep badly and awaken to an aching and acute Hunger that crowds out other thoughts. But when you approach the Rolls-Royce, you find Lettow and Julian seated on a blanket, evidently in fine spirits. They're holding stainless steel mugs as they watch the last purple streaks fade from the western sky. There's something perfect about the composition before you: the two Kindred in their working clothes with their backs to you, the blue-black clouds, the faraway mesas framing the scene.

"I fear we've lost the Aesthete," Lettow muses. "Luka? Luka!"

It's just good sense:

A lot of keypads use 0911 as an emergency override for police and fire. That doesn't work, but a common default password causes the elevator doors to slide right open.

Change your defaults, people.

They draw the line at 31%:

Not all problems can be solved by putting a brick through a window, but at least 30 percent can.

Descriptive:

That's when your Nissan makes a sound like a bunch of typewriter keys dropped in a blender, and the whole truck lurches to a halt.

Munch munch:

"There are tags attached to all the payroll numbers," you say. "FNMA. PFC. What are they?"

"FNMA?" Antonio says. "That's Fannie Mae. The loan commission. Privatized in 1968. PFC…"

"Pavlodar Fried Chicken," Janet says. "Damn Commies."

Courier what did you do:

When you try to start your Mercedes, it vomits black smoke. That's not good. You kill the engine.

"Pop the hood," Julian says. "I'll get it up and running."

He checks the motor. There's a long pause.

"Did you melt a bunch of cheese in here or something, Vane?"

“I remember crawling out of a Nieuport 20 outside Gibraltar," Prince Lettow says. "The engine looked like that. Of course, ours had been on fire."

"Engine looks like Vane fed a bunch of sardine cans into a paper shredder," Julian says.

Almost!:

So Lettow is cute. I'm going to talk to him and see if he might be interested in a handsome young courier who almost has his own car.

Scientist life:

A beaker of cold coffee on her desk has a pencil in it; she flicks the pencil away and drains the entire beaker, then looks you in the eyes.

Domesticity:

"Wow, Vane," the Banu Haqim says, "did you finally settle down. Where's the wife and kids? Why don't you get me a beer, and we can talk about football and quote some Bible verses at each other?"

I really want to know where the fake werewolf came in:

"...so the whole fucking Cadillac is on fire, and I'm kicking and kicking, trying to get the window to break!" Dove says.

"Right, right, because —" You're trying to follow this story, and it isn't easy.

"Because I'm still handcuffed to the guy who was pretending to be a werewolf, right. And I finally kick through the window, rip half the dead fake werewolf's arm off to get free — I'm out of my fucking mind now, with all the fire — and I finally crawl out of the car."

"And get clear before it — do they blow up?"

"Escalades? I dunno, probably not," Dove says. "But anyway, I'm finally clear, so I run across the parking lot, laughing because I'm just thrilled not to have met final death chained up to that guy. And I barely have time to look up before Lettow comes screaming around the corner in a Ford Bronco with the lights off and runs me over. I was in the wrong Cadillac the whole time."

"No!"

"Two black Cadillac Escalades in the parking lot of the Marriott," Dove says. "How was I supposed to know which one — anyway, that's why I don't get to drive anymore. That's why Lettow wants assholes like you driving."

"Driving what?" you ask. "Because I need a car."

Dove shakes her ugly head. "I'll get you something. Give me a few hours to work on it, and I'll send someone to find you."

Cars are everything:

You still don't know how Julian plans to go from "divert a few funds and data streams from the Camarilla" to "transform the global information panopticon in a way that ends the Masquerade but keeps vampires safe," but he has a nicer car than last time, so he must be doing something right.

Guys please be nice to Raul:

"There appears to be a vampire hunter outside," he says, "investigating your electric vehicle."

"Send your bird to peck his eyes out," Julian says. "I'm not going outside until I find my sneakers."

Cheese?:

Over the next few minutes, you cough up a glorious wad of bullshit involving MKUltra, the Philadelphia Experiment, Star Wars (the movie), Star Wars (the Reagan-era government program), Jackson Pollack's CIA connections, the history of federal cheese, and the secret mastermind behind the seventies gas crunch.

In fairness it's a pretty rare sound:

You're way up in Limberlost, near the mall and the Walmart, when Riga settles on the roof of a Safeway. You reverse into the parking lot in case you need to get out fast and scan the cars at the pumps. It looks quiet. Then you hear a faint ringing.

The sound is musical, hypnotic. It reminds you of your childhood, and for a long time you just sit there in the driver's seat, remembering what it was like to be alive. But what is that sound? What memory from…?

Oh, right.

The pay phone next to the ice merchandiser is ringing.

It's a skill!:

Not every member of Clan Toreador joins their august ranks because of their great beauty or artistic genius. Some people end up vampires because of their extensive knowledge of Adobe After Effects.

Big Pirates of the Caribbean energy:

"I'd kind of like to give Lettow here a horse and a sword and let him tear through an entire police barracks," Julian says. "Tell me that wouldn't be fun."

"One thing I learned from Napoleon," Lettow says, "is that the most powerful cannon is useless if you cannot see your target. We know the location of one small encampment. That isn't enough to start shooting."

"You knew Napoleon?" Julian asks.

"Napoleon was my horse," Lettow says.

#vampire the masquerade #vtm night road #vtmnr #vtmnr spoilers

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flameleads · 3 years

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@alchemic-elric asked: “I want to know what love is to you.” from Pinako

I Want to Know | Currently accepting.

Roy kept his mouth shut as he let Pinako’s question sink in. He could easily give an off-the-cuff response, an immediate retort. Love was complicated, and often messy, but worth it. However, that answer lacked nuance and his actual thoughts on the topic at hand. Pinako wasn’t someone from Central Commanding trying to get under his skin, and she wasn’t an enemy. She, for all intents and purposes, was family.

Continuing to think, he let his hand rest on his chin. How did he describe something he did without thinking? While he needed verbal prompting to say the words, Roy never required it for loving someone. It was just something he did. But, what did that look like? Sound like? Feel like?

Two voices spoke in his mind. The people he loved most had answers, words he never forgot.

"What the heck.You have my support!”

“I will follow you into hell if you ask me.”

In the middle of a desert after the war ended, Maes Hughes put aside his cynicism to support his friend’s lofty ambitions. Once the war ended, and he found himself stationed at Eastern Command, Riza Hawkeye made the decision to protect him while they worked to change this country. Neither of them had to, but they did. They loved him enough to risk it all.

“A choice,” was how he chose to start, “One you make every single day. Feelings will come and go, but loving someone is a commitment. It’s dedicating your time to a person---whether that’s through just sitting and talking with them or doing something to make their lives easier or better. Those small gestures add up, and, for me, they stick around longer than the big ones. To me, that tells me that someone thought of me, and they give a shit.”

Hopefully, she’d forgive him for his language. Considering who her grandsons were, though, he doubted that’d be an issue. He continued speaking, letting his eyes glaze over as memories played out in his mind.

“It’s letting me rest in my office because you know I haven’t been able to sleep well since Ishval. It’s inviting me over to dinner with your wife whenever I’m in town. It’s taking the time to repeat what you just said to me after you noticed I wasn’t all there. It’s having faith in me, and not being afraid to say so, even when I don’t have any.” Hawkeye and Hughes---they never stopped caring. They didn’t make a show out of loving him. It was always the little things, the acts of kindness most didn’t see.

But, of course there was more. “It’s making sure I eat that day with a meal you made yourself with my diet in mind. It’s knowing how I like my coffee without needing to ask. It’s putting a cool hand on my forehead when I have a migraine and can’t concentrate. It’s finding ways to make me smile or laugh when I thought I forgot how.” Those days when Edward left him jokes in his lunch or he left notes on his bathroom mirror to find later. He didn’t have many reasons to laugh when he got Central. Now, though, his son made sure he did.

The smile he wore when saying that last bit faded. Love wasn’t all smiles and happiness. No, Pinako probably knew that better than most considering what he knew about her. A heavy sigh left his lips as he took a couple of seconds to gather his composure.

“Sometimes, I need to hear it. Looking me in the eye and telling me that you love me, even though you know all of the horrible things I’ve done, matters. When I break down because I feel like I’m carrying the whole goddamn world, it’s helping me shoulder that burden and letting me be weak.” He paused as his throat tightened, giving himself another few seconds before he continued. “I’ll have days where I can’t stop thinking about how he’s not calling me in the middle of the day anymore, that his daughter called me daddy---that he’s not here when he should be. You look at me, and you tell me it’s okay that I miss him. That I’m allowed to grieve... even if I don’t think I should.”

He could feel the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Sniffling, he wiped them away. Later---he could break down later.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes not just as a soldier or an alchemist, but as a human being. Love, though, is accepting that and still giving me another chance to prove I can do better. It’s trusting me with what’s important to you---your secrets, your bad days, your life---and letting me trust you with mine in turn. It all goes back to what I said in the beginning: it’s a choice. We humans will never be perfect. We make mistakes, stumble, and fall. But, we’re tenacious. We keep getting up despite that, and we help each other get up not because we have to, but because we want to. We choose to.”

... Dammit, he babbled again. Roy sighed and shook his head. The last thing Pinako needed was him to talk her ear off.

“Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away with that answer. I’ll try to be briefer next time.”

#alchemicelric #ic; light a fire | roy #ic; I have the honor to be your obedient servant | answered asks [ prompted ]#I want to know | prompt #long post tw #death tw #depression tw #grief tw

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wyrdify · 4 years

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@reigningsniper asked: // 4 roy, what is the most valuable thing Maes has shown you?

Nothing but the Truth | 4/10 | Currently accepting.

"That my life is worth living.”

The answer came without hesitation. Still, he refused to look away from his spot on the floor. He wasn’t about to do the paperwork on his desk now, not where his mind currently went. It walked out of the door of his office, through the front door of Central Command, and out of the city. Only when it reached the remains of the Daliha region did it stop. His tent wasn’t there anymore---hadn’t been for years. But, where it once sat, his mind remained.

“He and Hawkeye... they were what got me through Ishval.” Voice quiet, barely above a whisper, he continued. “I can’t tell you how many times I thought of dying. Of walking into the middle of a battlefield to let the Ishvalans shoot at me or holding a gun to myself when I was alone. I figured out the calculations to set myself on fire too. Because what would be more fitting for a demon like me, right?” To make his point, he rubbed his middle finger and thumb together. Were he wearing a glove, that was all the movement he’d need to do.

“Maes... he didn’t let me. He made sure I didn’t starve or drink myself into a stupor. I couldn’t stomach much food on the front lines, but he made sure I did.” Memories of sitting among other soldiers while a tired Maes Hughes brought him a bowl of something to eat came and went like a desert breeze: lasting for only a second or two before vanishing. Same with the recollections of every time he pulled a bottle of cheap whiskey out of the Flame Alchemist’s hands. They were fleeting, but real.

“When the nightmares got worse, he sat with me until I was lucid again. He talked me through them. Didn’t sugarcoat shit for me either. Neither of us knew if we’d make it out alive. But... he and Hawkeye, they were the reasons I decided to keep living. To make this country better.” The war ended, and he stood alongside Maes as soldiers around them celebrated. They were the only two in the vicinity who didn’t join in. “For her, I needed to make up for all the pain I brought her. She deserves happiness, and I’m going to find a way to give it to her. With Maes, he pushed me to keep going, keep moving forward.”

Every day forward. Every day stronger. Every day better.

Every day I love you went unsaid. But, the tears in his eyes threatening to run down his cheeks said it for him.

“That’s why it’s hard without him. He was supposed to be here. This dream for a better Amestris started because of him. He’s supposed to be here, dammit.” He slammed his fist onto his desk. No amount of anger, of wishing he could look his friend in the eye one last time, could change that.

All he could do was keep going.

#reigningsniper #let the flames begin; ic #let the flames begin; answers #let the flames begin; promptedanswers #death tw #death mention tw #suicide tw #suicidal ideation tw #grief tw #ptsd tw #war tw #[ roy.exe has stopped working. requires reboot. ]

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ri-translates · 4 years

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Translation: Itaru Chigasaki SSR [Fully Enjoying Nostalgia Park] - GAMER in NY Part 3

The game tournament comes to a conclusion! And Itaru’s prize is...

NOTE: Italicized text indicates spoken English.

Part 1 || Part 2

Sakuya: There’s space in the back of the shop where you can play games.

Citron: These are the Japanese fighting game cabinets!

Itaru: Still, the game at today’s tournament is a series I’ve already played quite a bit….

It’s got my main, the Kuudo, and my opponents are elementary school kids. I’m at an overwhelming advantage.

Shop Owner: “Are you up for it?”

“Today, we’ve got a boy who’s experienced official game tournament matches, undeafeated, participating!”

Citron: Ohh, it looks like there’s a champagne [1] participating in the game tournament too.

Tsuzuru: You mean, “champion”ー Wait, seriously!?

Sakuya: I-Is that true!?

Tsuzuru: Are you gonna be okay, Itaru-san….?

Itaru: Well, keep watching. With the power of the Kuudo on my side, there’s no way I can lose.

Masumi: Is Itaru using the swordsman?

Izumi: Yes, looks like it.

Chikage: And the one his child opponent’s using is Roger, the character Chigasaki was talking about earlier.

Tsuzuru: The Kuudo’s weapon is a katana, while his opponent’s weapon is a gun. You’d expect him to be at a disadvantage since he brought a sword to a gun fight, though...

Itaru: …..Whoops.

Young Opponent: “Haah!”

Itaru: Too easy.

Izumi: His attack and defense is amazing….!

Chikage: They’re neck and neck.

Sakuya: You can do it, Itaru-san!

Citron: Finish him, Itaru!

Young Opponent: “Hmph! This is THE END!”

Itaru: Don’t look down on me, you shitty little brat.

Game Announcer: ーーYOU WIN!

Itaru: Hell yeah!

Citron: You did it! Itaru won!

Izumi: Amazing….!

Young Opponent: “Dammit! What’s with that technique!”

Itaru: The Kuudo’s grab-to-killing blow-from-behind combo. You can’t escape the chain sequence.

“But you were pretty strong yourself. It was a good battle. Thanks.”

~~~

Chikage: To think you’d be the winner overall. I truly am surprised.

Itaru: Are you seeing me in a new light?

Chikage: As if. I meant that otaku are scary.

Itaru: So harsh.

Masumi: You really are immature. I feel a little bad for that kid.

Itaru: Another huge blow to my HP.

Tsuzuru: Well, we can say this or that, but it was pretty entertaining.

Sakuya: There were so many different kinds of merchandise! It was interesting!

Citron: I bought some comics! Let’s all read it together when we get back~

Izumi: Congrats on winning the tournament, Itaru-san. I’m glad you were able to get the figure you wanted too!

Itaru: Ahh, um….I guess.

Izumi: ?

Itaru: Here, Director-san. I’m giving you this.

Izumi: Eh? This is the bag you got earlier for winning the tournament.

…..It’s the mini-figure I said I wanted!

Itaru: Actually, I thought I’d buy it and give it to you since you wanted it that much, but knowing you, you’d absolutely refuse it.

But if I just won it, then it should be fine, right.

Izumi: But, Itaru-san… You really wanted that one game figure, though….

Itaru: Yeah, but it’s fine cuz I can always buy the things I want myself.

Izumi: When did you… Wait, so which one did you end up buying?

Itaru: Ta-daaah. Both.

Izumi: T-That’s the power of money for you…

Itaru: Well, we work in order to use it for our hobbies, right? An adult should be allowed to buy this, at the very least.

Izumi: Geez. But... Thank you very much.

CHOOSE:

-> I’m really happy.

Izumi: I didn’t think I’d be able to get this mini figure….I’m really happy.

Itaru: You’re welcome. If you’re that happy to have it, then it was worth getting.

And when you opened the bag, you made a cute surprised expression.

Izumi: Please don’t tease me…..

-> I want to give you something as thanks.

Izumi: I want to give you something as thanks.

Itaru: You don’t have to. I just gave it to you cuz I wanted to.

Oh, but actually, if we’re talking about something I’m interested in…

I’ve been wanting to try New York-style pizza since we came all this way to America.

If I order some, will you eat it with me?

Izumi: Of course!

Itaru: Then shall we go eat together while I talk about the Kuudo?

Itaru: My Roger and the Kuudo figures, your mini figure…..

We were able to get matching mementos of America.

Izumi: Hehe, you’re right. I’ll treasure it!

TL Notes and Comments:

[1] Citron says ピョンピョン which is basically hopping noises LOL so I played off of Tsuzuru’s correction, “champion.”

And that concludes GAMER in NY! Thank you so, so much to Nui for sharing Itaru’s stories with me and letting me use them for translating! Another big thank you to Mae for proofreading and tl help!

MY ITAIZUS...THEY’RE THRIVING...Itaru being such a big dork who doesn’t care about beating little boys in video games for a prize, only to use it for someone else...HHHHHGH MY HEART. STOP BEING SO CHARMING DAMMIT I’M NOT IMMUNE

If anyone wants to yell with me/at me, you can always hmu on Twitter!

That said, I’m not a pro translator or localization staff so please take my translations with a grain of salt! If you spot any mistakes or translation errors, please don’t hesitate to let me know! Thanks for reading!! 💕💕💕 I hope I’ll have another translation out soon! (And hopefully it’ll be something you’ll all enjoy too!)

Part 1 || Part 2

#a3!#a3! translation #itaru chigasaki #chikage utsuki #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #sakuya sakuma #citron #chigasaki itaru #utsuki chikage #usui masumi #minagi tsuzuru #sakuma sakuya #spring troupe #harugumi #ri translates #the itaizu agenda #itaru speaks english #itaru: GAMER in NY

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smolboiseavey · 6 years

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I Wanna Be Just Like You // Werewolf! Daniel Seavey x Reader

Summary: Daniel and Y/N have been dating for a couple months now and he decides to take her back to his family's pack in Seattle. After learning more about Daniel and the werewolf culture, Y/N gets frustrated because she can't seem to fit in.

I recommend you read Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice before reading this, but you don't have to read it to understand this one.

Warnings: literally like not much lol just some angst, violence and werewolves. Maybe some cursing too.

6,386 words (omg!!!)

Taglist: @gracenadinelimelight @softavery @katie-avery @seaveyssparkle @kvd963 @dagmara-mae @jennasgolden @helloatomicshadow @sfx-bands @only-stan-mendes @whydontwenorway

~~~

"How much longer until we get there?" You laid your head on the window, watching the scenery and snowflakes fly by as the car sped down the highway. Mountains lined the horizon, the sun casting brilliant orange and pink light behind them. You and Daniel were currently driving to his family's home town, making the 15 hour trip there on wheels.

Daniel let out a chuckle, one hand lazily resting on your thigh, his eyes trained on the road. "Maybe another half hour, love. We're almost there." He replied. You laced your fingers with his, smiling at him.

"So how do you like Oregon so far?"

"It's pretty." You say, turning back to the window. "Can we go for a hike sometime soon?"

"Definitely. Are you sure you'll be able to keep up with me, though?" He replied teasingly, making you scoff. "Just because I'm human doesn't mean I can't handle a little bit of exercise." He brought your intertwined hands up to his lips, planting a kiss on yours. "Sure you can." He chuckled, "Oh look! We're here."

Daniel turned to the left, driving into a small town. The buildings were very spread out, miles of forest behind them. Piles of snow lined the streets, a few people walking by here and there. The car came to a stop at a red light. "This is the town I grew up in." He said, breaking the silence. You smiled, looking through the windows at the location. "It's cozy." You replied as Daniel kept driving, the light now green. "God, it's been so long. You're gonna love it here, I promise."

You had just finished your current semester of school, so you were spending a month with Daniel in his home town for winter break. He drove down the road, houses looming in the distance. At the end of the path stood one house which towered over the others, brightness streaming out of all the windows. The sun was long gone, street lamps illuminated the pavement with soft yellow light. Daniel pulled up to said house, parking in the long driveway behind many other vehicles. "Ready?" He asked, his blue eyes bright with excitement and joy. You smiled, nodding in response. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Well, come on now. Mom said to just come in, some servants will be out soon to take our stuff in." He said, taking his seat belt off.

"Servants?" You asked as you clicked the red button to your left, letting the polyester strap slide off of your body.

He nodded, confused at your confusion. "It's a normal thing? This is the pack house, where most of the leaders and their families live. So yeah, servants."

"Oh. So I'm guessing your family is..."

"My dad's the alpha." He said casually, opening the door.

Oh-

"T-that's cool." You stutter, getting out of the car and closing the door behind you.

Daniel started walking to the house, and you followed close behind. He waltzed right into the door, a wide grin on his face.

The house was very open, but cozy. To the left was the kitchen, where a few older ladies were bustling around cooking. To the right was a large staircase, spiraling up to the second floor. Children ran around the space, chasing each other through the halls. The soft hum of chatter and laughter filled the room. The room opened up ahead, couches positioned in a U-shape around a large flat screen TV. A few people sat there, deep in conversation. Large windows took the place of the back wall, revealing the midnight blue sky and silhouettes of the trees and mountains.

"I'm home!" Daniel announced loudly, smiling.

"Daniel?"

"Daniel!"

A swarm of people surrounded the two of you as you closed the heavy front door behind you. An older woman pulled him into a hug, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I missed you." She said, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I missed you too, mom."

"Did you bring a human with you?" A man asked suddenly, the room falling silent.

"Erm...yeah." Daniel grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to his body. "This is my mate, Y/N."

"Mate?"

"I thought his mate was that wolf he brought back last time. Charlotte, I think-"

"How did you know I'm human?" You asked.

The man chuckled, the deep sound filling the room. "Your scent, dear. It's quite easy to tell." His voice was stern, but his blue eyes were bright with amusement.

"Dad, stop teasing her!" Daniel groaned.

"Alright, alright. Come on everyone, let's give the couple some space." He said with a smile. The crowd slowly dispersed, only two people were left besides you and Daniel.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Daniel has said many good things about you." Daniel's mom said with a smile.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Seavey." You replied, returning the smile.

"Please, call me Keri." She said, giving you a quick hug. "I'll be in the kitchen making dinner if you need me. You'll be staying in Daniel's old room, and all of your things should already be there."

"Thanks mom." He said as she walked off.

"Danny!" A small figure hurled at him, landing in his arms.

A tiny girl, no older than ten hugged his torso tight as he spun her around in circles. "Reese! You've gotten so big." He said with a laugh, holding her.

"I grew 3 inches!" She said to him, holding out three fingers. "I even changed into my wolf yesterday!"

"Oh really? Congrats!"

You smiled at the sight of Daniel and Reese, stepping back to give them space.

"Who's that?" She asked, pointing at you.

"That's my mate, Y/N."

She stuck her tongue out at you and turned back to him. "Why is she human?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why isn't she a wolf too?"

"She's just...a little different."

"Oh."

Well, isn't that reassuring.

"Mhm. She's like Aunt Keri."

Reese nodded thoughtfully, her face contorting into a serious expression. "Interesting."

Daniel chuckled, setting her back down on her feet. "Why don't you go play with Isla and Svea? Y/N and I still need to unpack."

"You're staying?" She asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up.

"Yep! For a whole month."

"Yay! Come play with us when you're done, okay?"

"I will, Reese. Now come on, they're probably waiting for you."

"Bye Danny!" She ran off with a smile on her face.

Daniel is so good with kids.

You couldn't keep the smile off of your face as you watched him usher her away.

He sighed, turning back towards you. "What?"

"What? Oh- nothing." You reply, your cheeks red with embarrassment.

"I know that look, Y/N." He said as you followed him up the stairs.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't deny it. What were you thinking about?" He pressed as you walked up to the third floor and down the hall. He walked past the rows of doors and windows before stopping in front of a door at the end of the corridor. He grasped the gold handle in his right hand, pushing the door open with ease. "I was just thinking." You replied as you walked in close behind him.

"Ah, exactly the way I left it." The spacious room was painted blue, a city skyline painted on one wall. A large bed was pushed to one side, a desk to the other. Two large windows let in some moonlight, illuminating the room with pale light. By the desk were rows of instruments, a microphone, and speakers, almost identical to his musical set-up at your house in LA. Daniel flopped down on the bed face first, letting out a loud, happy sigh.

“Come lay with me.”

You walked over to the bed, laying down next to him. He turned his face so that he was no longer facing the sheets and smiled at you.

“Don’t we have to unpack?” You asked, giggling. He pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his long arms around your waist. “We have time.” He replied, burying his head in your hair. “Let me spend time with my mate first.”

You smiled, drawing lazy circles on his shoulder.

“What’s it like being a werewolf?” You asked curiously after a brief moment of silence.

He stayed silent for a while, thinking. “It’s hard to explain.” He replied, “I guess it’s kind of like having a voice in your head that’s telling you what to do.” He laughed. “Oh, and the wolf thing. I don’t think I’d ever be able to explain that.”

You giggled, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “It’s okay if you can’t explain it, Danny. I just wanna get to know this side of you better.”

He nodded, drawing you closer.

Silence filled the room again, until you spoke up suddenly.

“What does it feel like to have a mate? In your perspective, I guess.”

“It’s the best feeling in the entire world.” He murmured, nipping at your ear with his teeth playfully. “But kind of annoying, at first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Having to wait so long, watching you date other people, not being able to be as close as I wanted to be for so long. God, seeing you with your scumbag ex made me almost lose it.” He let out a low growl. “I’m glad he left. Since you’re my mate, I can feel your feelings too. I could sense you were miserable with him.” He explained, “When you’re sad, I’m sad. When you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Is that supposed to happen to me too?”

He shook his head. “You’re human, so your soul won’t feel it the same way mine does.”

“Oh.” You mumbled. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I wish I knew.”

“It’s okay, baby.” He replied, “I’d wait a million years for you if I had to.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek lovingly.

A knock interrupted the moment, making Daniel sit up. “God dammit Jack. What do you want?”

“Wow, Hello to you too Daniel. Dinner is almost ready. Come downstairs when you’re done doing um...whatever you’re doing.” Jack said with a chuckle, closing the door and walking out.

Daniel groaned, laying back down next to you. “I don’t wanna go all the way back downstairs. I wanna say with you.” He whined, playing with your hair.

You laughed, sitting up. “Come on, Danny. We should get ready and go.” He pouted and sat up.

“Fine, whatever.”

~~~

“She’s a quiet one. Now if Charlotte were here-“

“Myta, don’t tease her.”

“Y/N is just a little shy, that’s all.” Daniel said, standing up for you.

You sat at the large, round dining table, slowly eating your food as the families around you discussed whatever was on their minds.

“So when are you two going to have pups?”

You stopped eating immediately, almost choking.

“Dad!”

“You know, when your mother and I were your age we-“

Zach cleared his throat, stopping Daniel’s father mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you Alpha, but we’re trying to eat? I’d rather not talk about babies right now.”

“I agree with Zach. Luna makes good food.” Jack said, his mouth full.

Daniel put his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles into your skin with his thumb.

“Are you alright?” He whispered to you, concern lacing his tone. You nodded in response, sending him a small smile. “Yeah.” You replied softly, lacing your fingers with his. He gave you a smile back, rejoining the conversation his parents were having.

“Are Corbyn and Christina coming soon?” Jonah asked, looking over at you from across the table.

“Yep, she texted me earlier. They’re driving up now.” You replied with a smile.

“Corbyn and Christina are your friends from LA right?” Keri asked. The boys nodded.

“Oh, Corbyn isn’t apart of your pack?” You asked curiously.

Daniel shook his head. “He’s from a pack in Virginia. We met him in LA.”

“Ohhh okay.”

The room filled with the comfortable hum of chatter as you all finished your meals with no further interruptions.

“Anyone want dessert?”

~~~

You sat in front of a ceiling-high window in the living room, a cup of tea from Keri in your hands as you gazed up at the stars. Everyone else had gone off to their rooms, resting for the day ahead. You, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. You had gone out of Daniel’s room and went downstairs, where Keri found you. She was just about to head upstairs so she made ginger lemon tea for you to try to help your restlessness.

Maybe it was the change in time, keeping you awake or the occasional howls from the wolves outside, but it was mostly your thoughts keeping you awake.

Would they like me more if I was a werewolf?

Who is Charlotte? Would Daniel have ended up with her if he didn’t meet me?

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” A voice sounded behind you, making you jump. You turned to find Daniel walking towards you, his face contorting with concern.

You shook your head as he sat down next to you, draping a plush blanket over your shoulders.

“No. How’d you know?”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I can feel when you’re not near me. Oh, and mom told me on her way to her room.”

You leaned into his chest, warmth radiating off of him. You took a small sip from the mug in your hands.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?”

You shrugged in response, your eyes drawing back towards the scenery outside.

He sighed, the moonlight making his blue eyes twinkle. “Come on, babe. You can talk to me.”

You shook your head, looking back up at him. “I was just...thinking. I’m not used to this whole werewolf thing yet, I guess.”

“Oh.” He mumbled, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “I know, it’s a little weird at first. You don’t have to stay the whole time with me if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, no it’s fine. I just need a little time to get used to it.” You said with a smile.

“Okay.” He said, returning the smile with a toothy grin of his own. “Nothing else is bothering you?”

“Nope.”

He sighed, the smile falling as soon as it appeared. “You’re lying.”

“What?”

“Y/N, you may be good at hiding it, but you’re not going to get anything past me.” He chuckled. “When you lie, your heart speeds up a couple beats and you bite your lip.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, you can tell me. Spit it out.”

“Who’s Charlotte?”

He froze, his tongue darting out and swiping across his lips. He looked down, taking your tiny hands in his large ones. “She...was a friend. We were really close, and everyone thought we were mates, or that at least we’d end up together. Then I found out she was only close to me because she wanted to be Luna.” He blurted out, “She only talked to me because of my status. I ditched her a long time ago and haven’t seen her since.”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

“It’s fine Y/N.” He pulled you closer and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Lets go to bed now, yeah?”

You nodded, letting out a small yawn.

“Alright. Come on, sleepy.”

~~~

The next few days were quite uneventful, full of small conversations with family and watching Daniel train with the boys. You sat at the side of the field with Christina, watching as they playfully tackled each other.

“Daniel! Don’t hit me I’m wEAK-“

He laughed, running at Jack. “You’re not weak, Beta.”

“I’m weak compared to you, so sToP!”

“Cheeseitz, they’re so aggressive.” You said, shivering as snowflakes started falling from the light gray sky.

“Well duh, they’re werewolves.” Christina said with a chuckle, “You should see them when they’re actually being serious.”

Daniel grabbed onto Jack, pinning him down on the snow covered ground.

“Jonah! Help please.”

The older boy swooped in, pulling the curly-haired boy from Daniel’s grasp.

“Hey! Not fair.” He groaned, getting up.

Corbyn scribbled something down on his clipboard before walking over to the three boys. “Actually, very fair. You’re stronger than both of them combined, future Alpha. See, your endurance...” They continued talking about stats, looking over whatever data was written on the papers in Corbyn’s hands.

“Alpha?” You asked Christina.

She nodded. “You didn’t know Daniel was an Alpha?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think he’s ever mentioned it, besides the fact that his dad is one.”

“He’s always been so self conscious of his status.” Christina said. “We should go inside, it’s snowing harder and our puny human bodies can only last so long in the cold.” She joked, “I can tell you more about it inside.”

“Yeah, let’s go inside, I’m freezing.”

You walked inside with her, slowly peeling off layers of jackets the second you got inside and closed the glass door.

“So, what do you want to know?” Christina asked as you both sat down in the living room.

“Everything.”

~~~

“Wait wait wait. So you’re saying I have to-“

“Whatcha two talking about?” Daniel walked in, wrapping his arms around you as he sat down next to you.

“Not much.” Christina said with a smile. “Oh look, Corbyn needs me. I’ll be back.” She got up and walked out of the living room, leaving you two alone.

“You’re sweaty.”

Daniel laughed, rubbing his cheek on your shoulder. “I’ll rub my sweat all over you then.”

“Ew! Go shower.” You giggled, pushing him away playfully. He pinned your hands above you and peppered kisses all over your face.

“You’re not getting away from me anytime soon.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his limbs around your torso, his dripping hair and neck up against your chest.

“Hey, Daniel?” A servant walked in, his tone urgent.

“Yes? What is it?” He looked up, slightly annoyed.

“It’s your father.”

The annoyance went away quickly and he got up from the ground.

“Please, follow me.” The servant walked out of the room and down the hall, Daniel close behind. You got up, curiously following them slowly.

“-yes, it’s very bad. The healers might not be able to do much this time, Alpha.”

“Don’t call me that. He’ll be fine, we have the best healers here.” The door closed, their conversation now muffled. You slipped in, closing the door behind you. Daniel’s father lay in a bed in the middle of the room, his eyes closed and his skin papery and pale. Keri sat next to the bed, her hand in her husband’s, a grim look on her face. Daniel sat at her feet, his head in her lap. Doctors and servants rushed around the room silently, the only sound came from the beeping of the heart monitor in the corner of the room.

Keri looked up at you and gave you a small smile. As you walked over to them. You sat down behind Daniel, wrapping your around around him.

“Is he going to be okay?” You muttered, concerned. Keri shook her head and let out a sigh. “No.” She replied sadly, “Jeff is strong, but he’s an elder wolf and has had too much contact with silver over the years. He’s a bit weak and won’t recover for a while.”

Daniel turned around, burying his face in your shoulder, his tears leaving stains on your shirt. “I don’t want him to go.” he mumbled.

“It’ll be alright,” you cooed into his ear softly, massaging his scalp with your fingers. “He’ll live, I promise.”

Keri looked down at her son with sad eyes. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but she kept her mouth shut. Her eyes drifted back to her husband.

A doctor walked over to you and Daniel and nudged your shoulder lightly. “You two should go.” He said, “Daniel needs some sleep, and it’s getting late.”

You nodded, getting up. Daniel got up with you, his movements sluggish as you walked him upstairs and to his bedroom. He stumbled into the room and collapsed on the bed as you closed the door. He looked over at you, his once bright eyes now a dull blue.

“Come here.”

You walked over to him and sat on the bed next to him. “Are you okay?” You asked, playing with a lock of his hair.

He shook his head.

“You know, your dad is in good hands. He won’t-“

“You’d think I’d know that, I lived here for 18 years. It’s not that.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

He shook his head again and took your small hand in his larger one. “Can you run me a bath, please?” He mumbled, “Like back in LA?”

You nodded, pulling him to his feet. “But talk to me, please? I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

“Oh yeah, you’re not a wolf.” He muttered. “Fine.”

You frowned at his comment but quickly pushed your feelings away.

“Come on, you glum chum. You’re still sweaty as fuck from earlier.”

You dragged him into the adjoined bathroom, turning on the lights as you walked in. He plopped down on the closed toilet, watching you as you prepared a bath for him.

You got up after getting it ready, waiting for the water to fill the porcelain tub.

“So are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

He pulled his shirt off of his body and shrugged. “I guess.”

You let out a sigh and hugged him, his arms wrapping around your thighs and his head resting against your stomach. He nuzzled into your shirt lovingly as you massaged his scalp. “It’s not necessarily the fact that my dad is injured. It’s happened loads of times, he’s a strong wolf and always recovers. Besides, he’s got another like 100 years to live.” He tugged at his socks and pulled them off, throwing them into a pile of dirty clothes nearby. “It’s just the fact that he’s not strong enough to lead the pack anymore. When he steps down, I have to take over. It’s stupid.” You pulled away from him and turned off the water, the bathtub now full. You mixed in some bath salts as Daniel peeled away his sweatpants and boxers. He sunk into the water, only his head and shoulders sticking out. “Why don’t you want to take over the pack?” You asked as you sat down on the tile floor next to the tub. He sighed, leaning his head back on the wall. “Well first of all, we’d have to move here permanently and I know your family is in LA. Second of all, it’s so much work. I hate it. My stupid older brothers are off doing their own things so I’m stuck taking over the pack.” You frowned, pouring shampoo into your hand before lathering it into his wet hair.

“I know you don’t like it, but it’s your responsibility Daniel. How would your parents feel if you backed out?”

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking. He sighed, leaning into your hands as you washed his hair. “You’re right. I guess it’ll be fine.”

“You’re a natural leader, Danny. It really shouldn’t be too hard for you.” You rinsed the soap from his hair with water before getting up and retrieving a towel from the closet.

“Join me.” He said as you placed the towel on the counter.

You slowly stripped out of your clothes before stepping into the steaming water. You sat down on his thighs, pouring more soap into your hands and washing his body.

“You’re so spoiled.” You joked with a chuckle, running your hands over his chest.

“That’s only because people like spoiling me.” He replied, his eyes fluttering shut. “They just fall for my natural charm.”

“Yeah, sure.” You said, rubbing his arms, his biceps slightly bulging with muscle.

“Well you certainly did.” He said, his eyes opening again.

“That’s true.” You replied, “I guess you’re not that bad.”

He captured your lips with his, his arms around your waist. He pulled away, his eyes traveling up and down your body. “I’m glad you think so.” He mumbled, his eyes falling back on yours. He pulled you closer, chest on chest, your head on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my pups one day.” He muttered in your ear, his hand traveling down your back.

You felt your body heat up more despite the hot water surrounding you.

He chuckled, playing with a strand of hair that escaped your bun. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” He said, making you blush more. “Shut up.” He nipped at your neck playfully, his mouth suckling on your sweet skin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Danny.”

~~~

2 weeks had passed since you arrived, everything seemed to have fallen into routine. Daniel usually woke up hours before you, sitting with his father in the morning before training outside for the rest of the day. You did your best to be useful, both you and Christina helping Keri with whatever you could.

“You do know you’ll have to take my place soon, right?”

“Wait, I have to become Luna?”

“You’re Daniel’s mate, aren’t you?”

You nodded, playing with the hem of your sweater.

She let out a small sigh, giving you a look of sympathy. “I know it seems a bit daunting, but trust me, you’ll do great.”

You nodded again, trying your best to believe Keri’s words.

The door opened, revealing a shirtless Daniel. Sweat dripped down his neck, his hair a disheveled mess. You smiled at him as he walked towards you. “How was training?” You asked him.

He flopped onto the ground in front of you and Keri. “Tiring.” He mumbled, “Mommy can I have some food please?”

She nodded and walked to the kitchen, leaving you alone with him.

“Being an Alpha is so much work.” He groaned, turning to lay on his back.

You chuckled and sat on the floor next to him, petting his hair. “My big, strong Alpha. You should take a break.” You mumbled with a giggle. He let out a small purr, leaning into your touch.

“Stopppp.” He groaned, trying to pull away.

“Why? You obviously like it.”

“True.” He sighed, “but if you tell anyone, you’re dead. No one can see me like this but you, okay?”

“Okay.” You chuckled. He turned his head to the side and placed a small kiss on your hand.

“Come on, let’s go get food.” He said, hopping up. “I’m hungry.”

~~~

“Would we be different if I were a werewolf?”

It was a late night, and you couldn’t sleep once again. Moonlight pooled on the ground where you sat next to the bed. Daniel laid half-asleep on the mattress, barely paying attention to what you said.

“No.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t think so.”

He reached out weakly towards you, hooking his finger onto yours. You looked away from the window and at him. He slept peacefully, tiny grunts and growls leaving his parted lips.

“I just-“ you heaved out a sigh. “I’m just a bit frustrated, I guess? Even though I’m not the only human, I know almost nothing about the culture and stuff. How am I going to be a Luna if I don’t even know the basics?” You groaned, “Half of them probably don’t even like me.”

Silence. You and your dumb ass, you shouldn’t have said anything.

“Come here.” He mumbled, tugging at your hand with his finger. As you got up, he pulled you onto the bed and into his arms, your head on his chest, a hand in your hair.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, my love.” He whispered lovingly, nuzzling your cheek with his nose, just as he would in wolf form. “You’ll be great, I can feel it.”

“Yeah but-“

“No buts.” He mumbled into your ear, “if you’re still kind of iffy about it, you can talk to my mom. She was in the same situation as you are now.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to her tomorrow then.” You mumbled back, snuggling into his warmth. He smiled and kissed you softly. “I wish I could help you more, love, but I don’t know what it’s like being human.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled back, “we make it work.”

“Yeah, like always.” He said.

“Best friends against the world.” You replied with a grin.

“Of course.” He chuckled, nipping at your ear with his teeth. “Come on, my love, let’s go to sleep.”

~~~

The next day, you decided to talk to Keri while Daniel was out training yet again.

“Keri?”

“Yes, dear?”

“C-can you help me with something?”

She nodded and put her mug down. “Is something wrong?”

“No- well, yeah. I’m scared, and frustrated about this whole ‘becoming the Luna’ thing. Daniel said I should talk to you about it.”

“Ah, Daniel told me about that this morning. Why are you scared?”

“Well, I’m different. Do I really have what it takes? I mean, I barely know anything.”

“If it makes you feel better, I was in a similar situation as you’re in now. If you want, I can teach you everything you need to know.”

“Thank you, Keri.”

“Of course.” She smiled, “is that all that was bothering you?”

You shook your head. “Is there a way to turn into a werewolf?”

“Yes, but,” she sighed, “it’s extremely dangerous. If you want to become a werewolf, you need to be bitten by one on the full moon. Your body will end up rejecting it and you’ll die. Very few people survive torture like that.”

Well fuck, never mind.

“But I’m a human. Don’t they deserve a strong werewolf to take over as Luna?”

“Being a werewolf doesn’t make you a good leader. In fact, I’m human too.” She said with a chuckle, “I’ve seen you interact with the pack. You’ll be a good leader, Y/N.”

“You’re human too?”

“Yes. I grew up around werewolves, but I’m human.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“Don’t worry too much about being a werewolf or not, Y/N. That would be like saying you can’t lead because of your ethnicity. It’s about what’s on the inside.”

You nodded again, taking in every word she said. “Thank you.” You smiled.

“Of course.” She pulled you into a loving embrace, which you accepted with open arms. “You’re family.”

~~~

The full moon. A time where all the werewolves in the house went into the woods for a few days to keep the few humans around safe. This was a normal routine you had gotten used to over the few months, but Daniel was always hesitant on leaving.

“I don’t wanna leave you.” He mumbled, hugging your waist tightly. He rested his head on your stomach, a pout on his lips.

“Come on, bro. We need to go before it’s too late.” Jack said, poking Daniel’s arm repeatedly.

He sighed and got up from his knees. “Fine.”

“You’ll be back before you know it.” You told him, placing a small kiss on his lips. “It’s only for a few days.”

He squeezed you tight, kissing you back passionately. “Be careful, okay? Don’t go outside until we get back.” He murmured.

“Okay.” You replied softly, sinking into his embrace. “You be careful too.”

He nodded, smiling. “I’ll see you in a few days, my love.”

You pulled away and watched him join his pack members, all running off into the nearby woods.

Soon after everyone left, Keri shut all the windows and doors, enclosing herself, you, Christina and Anna safely inside. You all sat in a circle, watching the sunset and eating small snacks.

“Wait, Anna you’re human? But your brothers are all werewolves.”

She shrugged and smiled. “I guess I got more human than wolf genes.”

“Ohh, makes sense.” Christina replied, “well welcome to the human club.”

Anna laughed, taking another bite out of the cookie in her hands.

Silence filled the practically empty house, a large contrast to how it had been hours before. The sun sank deeper and deeper below the horizon, the full moon shining in the distance. Time quickly passed and soon enough everyone had gone to bed, leaving you alone in the living room. Like almost every night, you were up late and couldn’t sleep.

I wonder what Daniel is doing right now.

Of course, having to separate for a few days each month was normal, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt every moment that you were apart. You felt a sharp pang in your heart just thinking about it.

Is this how he feels all the time?

A low growling noise interrupted your thoughts. “What was that?” You mumbled to yourself, getting up from where you previously sat on the ground. You tiptoed towards the sound, confused.

You quickly grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be your steel water bottle, and made your way down the hall. This feels familiar.

A dark blur flew by, caught in your peripheral vision. It couldn’t have been anyone who was in the house with you, as they were all upstairs asleep. You dashed quickly towards where the blur went, bottle in hand. You saw it run back into the living room, so you quickly followed.

You hid behind a wall, catching your breath for only a moment.

Okay, on three.

One.

Two.

Three.

You jumped out from your hiding spot, swinging your weapon around wildly with your eyes screwed shut.

A low growl sounded from in front of you, making you open your eyes.

“Daniel?”

He was in his wolf form, of course, circling you. His once bright blue eyes turned to a deep blood red, his lip turned up into a snarl.

How did he get in?

You quickly backed away from him, the bottle in your hands pointed at him.

“Daniel…” you started, walking backwards towards the door.

He followed you, eyes trained on yours, stalking you as if you were a piece of prey.

“It’s just me, Y/N. Your girlfriend?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, making you cringe. “Come on, it’s okay bud.”

You bumped into a corner, effectively trapping yourself.

Daniel growled again, lunging towards you. You stifled a gasp as a pair of fangs sunk into your shoulder. You fell to the ground, blacking out from the pain.

~~~

“God, I’m so stupid!”

“It wasn’t your fault, dear.”

“But it kind of was, mom. I should’ve controlled him better, I can usually get him under my-“

“Daniel. Stop beating yourself up. She’s going to be okay. You can’t change what’s already happened.”

You laid neatly on a plush white bed, in a room you quickly recognized as one in the infirmary. Your left arm was wrapped in thick layers of gauze, two pools of blood slightly sweeping through. Your head spun, the bright fluorescent lights slightly blinding you.

“D-Daniel?” You croaked, weakly sitting up.

“You’re awake! Oh, god, lay back down please.” He replied, departing from his mother and kneeling at the bed next to you. He took your face in his warm hands and kissed you. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled again and again between every kiss.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled back, resting your forehead on his.

He stroked your hair gently, looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

“What happened?”

He pouted and took your hands in his, rubbing small circles into your soft skin with his thumb.

“I-I bit you.”

“You...bit me?”

“Yeah. In my wolf form. You do know what’s going to happen to you, right?”

You nodded. “I’ll fight through it, okay? Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Everything’s not fine. I can’t lose you.” He whined. “The survival rate is like, 0.15 percent. It’s even lower if you get bitten by an Alpha and-“

“Daniel.”

“God, you’re going to be in so much pain for the next few days even if you do survive I’m so sorry-“

“Daniel James Seavey. You can stop rambling.” You interrupted, a smile growing on your face.

“Right. Yeah...everything’s going to be fine. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips, filling you with warmth and happiness.

“Also, what’s with you and attacking me with water bottles?”

“I have no clue.”

~~~

The next few days were miserable for you. Even though you spent most of the day asleep, you were in constant pain and extreme discomfort. Saying that you’d be in immense pain was an understatement.

“Do you need anything, love?” Daniel asked for the tenth time today, sitting on the bed next to you.

“No, I’m fine.” You winced slightly from the pain in your chest.

“Feel any different today?”

“You mean besides the excruciating pain?”

“Besides that, love.”

“Kind of, but not really. Do you sense anything?”

He nodded. “You still smell human, but you have a different aura now. The boys think you’re going to turn into an omega, and it certainly feels like that.”

“What’s an omega?”

He chuckled and twirled a lock of your hair in his fingers. “An omega is the closest a werewolf can get to a human. They’re the lowest of the pack usually, and can’t change into their wolf form unless they’re in severe danger. They also don’t get affected by the full moon.”

“Oh-“

“Mhm. But the status thing won’t affect you.”

You hugged your pillow close to your stomach, letting out a small growl from pain. “How come?”

“Your growls are so cute.” He muttered, placing a small kiss on your head. “And you’re with me, dummy. You’ll be Luna.”

“Shut up.” You replied with a chuckle, plucking his forehead.

“Ouch! That hurt.” He whined.

“I’m glad you’re finally back.”

“Me too.” You said, smiling. “Being in constant pain for multiple days in a row sucks ass.”

Daniel placed a large hand on your stomach, radiating warmth from his skin. “I wish I could help you more.” He mumbled.

“Just being here is enough, Danny.” You replied, lacing your fingers between his.

He grinned and slid into bed next to you, pulling the white covers over you both.

“I love you.”

“I love you Danny.”

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Cleaning

Marco went thorugh the crates that was left behind by his family. When they had went to free Ace, they had stripped the Moby Dick of unnecessary things, mostly personal stuff. A good call, consider what happened to the Flag ship and the others. Some hadn’t returned home, fallen on the battlefield. Marco had mae sure that thier belongings and other things were sorted out. Some had family and those families had gotten the things to go through themselves.

Left was four crates, beside his own. Without goint through them, he had taken them along and for 1½ years, they had been just there. Now he finally felt ready to take up on the part of sorting them out. The first crate belonged to Thatch and while Marco felt the guilt and pain in his chest, he also felt how it slowly healed, as memories of his best friends filled him. He missed him, but Marco also knew he was never really gone, as part of him was with Marco all the time.

It was a long process, one that helped the Phoenix mourn and move on. After Thatch’s crate, he went through Whitebeard’s crate. Most things, he donated to teh small village Marco was protecting. After all, this was the village Whitebeard had giving everything he had, because it was his home island. It was here his dream of gettign a family started to bloom.

The last two crates belonged to Ace and Ann. He looked at them and then let them stay unopened. Ace was death and it pained to think about how they had failed him, but Ann was still alive and so it should be her going through Ace’s belongings. They had just packed his room, believing that he would come back with them. He hadn’t. Ace had instead died while protecting his own treasure: Luffy.

A soft, but sad smile crossed Marco’s lips, as he thought about why Ace had died. Ace had died for his brother, something that fitted really well with the Whitebeard Pirates. The deathof Ace had be a meaningful one, even though the circumstances hadn’t been. Marco still felt rage, when thinking about that Ace had been on display for two reasons. One, because he was the son of Roger and two, because the marines wanted to show the world they didn’t fear Whitebeard. His death had nothing to do with Ace being a pirate or due to Ace’s own crimes. it had been a fucking show and that angered the Phoenix.

-x-

Months passed and the last thing Marco had heard about Ann, was that she was once more sailing on the sea. His mind went to the crates. For all he knew, she could be dead, as there had been nothing in the news about her. Sure, she could be laying low, but knowing her, he also knew it would be impossible for this long. Maybe she was captured?

Sighing, he decided to go through Ace’s belongings anyway. The crates took space he needed. Ann surely would understand. Ace had been Marco’s brother too and a close friend. She wouldn’t be angry that Marco went thorugh the stuff of the hothead.

Even so, it pained Marco even more than it had with Thatch and Whitebeard. Ace had been so young, barely starting to live the adult life. Marco looked at the picture in his hand. It was Ace and Ann in the middle of an argument. Why had Ace kept that one? Marco knew that the two often had bumbed heads, but that Ace had kep tthis picture out of so many happy ones, told Marco that this argument had to be something important. Marco knew he wished why, but he would defintiely keep this picture, alongside all the other pictures.

It was then he found a very old picture. He could clearly make out Ace, Ann and Luffy, the three black haired children was easy to recognize, but who was the fourth child? The blond? Marco couldn’t recall any of the twins having talked about anotherboy living with them or being their friend. However, this boy seemed to be knowing the twins and Luffy very well. Ace’s arms were slung over this blond’s neck and Luffy, while Ann was in front of Ace. All four smiling brightly, as if they competed with the sun.

Marco knew he wouldn’t get any answers and continued with the sorting. It took him all day and in the end, he didn’t feel much better than when he started. Ace still had had so many secrets. Not only the blond, but also a woman called Makino. Ace had a picture of her, her name written neatly behind it. Who was she? A crush? A friend? Marco wish he knew.

After cleaning out Ace’s crate, Marco waited a few weeks, but when no news of Ann came to him, despite having called out for his family to have them help, he decided to go through her crate. Maybe he would find some clues to where Ann could be hiding, if she was hiding. Also, Ann should know that Marco had her crates and unless she had lost it, she had part of his vivre card. If she wanted things from the crate, she should have come by long ago.

After having made up his mind, he went through the crate. ike with Ace, he found a lot of pictures, even more, telling Marco just how important the family had been to Ann and made him worry about her even more. Was she completely broken? Or was she just waiting until Luffy came back to the sea? It couldn’t be a long wait now, as the two years were almost up. Jinbe had told Marco about it.

His eyes felt on the five notebooks. Opening the first, he noticed it was a logbook over her journey with Ace, before they joined the Whitebeard Pirates. It seemed she was responsible for writing their journey down. The last entry in the journal, was note about how their crew had been disbanded, as Ace had lost to Whitebeard.

Marco didn’t read all of it, just his eyes skimmed through the pages. They had had a lot of adventures and Ann had even written down on how Ace came to get the Mera Mera no Mi and how they had trained to make him control it. A note about no more nightmares about fire had been in the entry, the only personal note there was. He wondered what that was about.

He found some answer in the follwoing notebooks. Ann’s personal logbooks. Her inner thoughts, fears and insecurity. Marco didn’t want to read them, but couldn’t stop either. He wanted to know her better, wanted to know the reason to why she had been so cold and angry, even after they fully accepted Whitebeard’s mark. What had she been through?

It was making him feel sick to know how little she had thought about herself. To read that she truly was convinced that she (and Ace) didn’t deserved the life giving to them. Apparently both had known from a very young age that they were the children of Roger. And neither had gotten any help with dealing with the fact, Marco mused.

Some things did make him smile, though. Like how she at first had been drwan to them, but refused to acknowledge it and explained it as interest purely from a logical view. She had only been fooling herself, but he could now read that this was a trait she had before joining them. He was indeed learning more about her.

He read about how she had apologized to Whitebeard, even before they official had accepted the mark. Marco remembered that day. Whitebeard had been even more convinced that Ann and Ace would join them, than he had been in a long while. So this was why. Ann’s apology and reaction had spoken clearer than her words. She had wanted to join sooner, but her love and bond with Ace was stronger.

Reading that his words had pushed them to completely and fully accepting the mark, made him smile. He could also read that it had brought some sort of peace to her mind, though the fear of rejection and to be left alone was still lingering in her. Marco could read that between the lines. He felt sad for her. She deserved happiness and to be free of the burden the world had put on her shoulders.

Now he knew why she hadn’t let anyone hear from her. At the war, the marines had confirmed to her that her existence was a crime. That she shouldn’t be alive. Marco felt anger grow anew inside of him. Ann’s worst fear had come true and it had only increased her insecurity. She probably had anxiety and depression, maybe even stress. He wished he could help her, but he didn’t know where she was or how to contact her.

With a sigh, he continued. Shock showed on his face, as he read her last entry. She had been in love? He hadn’t known and he was damn sure that nobody had known. How could she have hidden this so good? He could clearly read that she was hit hard and it was her first time being in love, but with whom? She hadn’t written his or her name.

Sitting down, Marco read the last entry over and over, trying to see if there was a well hidden hint to who she had been in love with, but couldn’t. The description matches a lot of them. Had this only been temporarily and why she hadn’t done anything? Or had it turned out to be love and her fear of not deserving it had held her back?

“Ann... I’m so sorry I never saw how much you actually suffered, yoi.” He whispered into the room, closing the notebook. Part of him regretted to ever having read her inner thoughts and secrets, while another part felt it was a good thing he had done it. Now he kind of understood her better, but it did make him feel bad. Marco had thought he knew her, but he had only known the tip of the iceberg. Only what she had wanted him to see and know of. She had never revealed what lied beneath and not even that there was more to her.

“Dammit.” He cursed and placed the notebooks back in the crate. More than ever did he wish that he could hold her tight, assuring her that she did deserve to live and that she had ever right to be loved. Wasn’t Luffy’s love a proof of that? Wasn’t their love a proof that her and Ace deserved life?

“Where are you, yoi?”

#the blue phoenix (marco)#black flower (ann)#hotheaded brother (ace)#strawhat wearing brother (luffy)#the rebel boy (sabo)#cleaning #drabble #my fanfic #long post

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deliciouslyswaggytrashcan · 6 years

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Yess please write part 2 of those headcanons with the paladins proposing 😍 It would be amazing. Thank you a lot for making this blog and dedicating your time to write these headcanons and imagines. I really enjoy reading them.

Kind of knew someone was going to request a part two that heacanon. So sorry that it took me so long to get to your request! I’m going to use the same four characters from that first one. So it’ll be Lotor, Shiro, Keith, and Lance. Also I’m going to make the S/O from Earth just because it’s a bit easier for me to write, hope that’s alright.

Lotor:

Proposing in the Galra culture is different when compared to a proposal on Earth

He’d probably go to the male other paladins and ask them how they do it on their planet

He’ll try to do everything by the book but will make a few small changes because he wants to do it in his own way

I can definitely see Lotor making the ring himself just because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Will do it in private because he’ll hold a big dinner later to celebrate should you say yes

Will take you to a planet that has a sunset similar to ones on Earth to do it just so he can propose while the two of you watch the sunset

Say yes omfg

He’ll probably say something like “I don’t deserve someone like you in my life yet you still decided to stay with someone like me. I promise you, no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than me. Will you remain by my side forever, Y/N?”

He’ll do the whole getting down on one knee just for you

Will hold you close after proposing just because he’s so happy to have someone like you in his life and now he gets to spend the rest of it with you

Shiro:

He has been waiting for the day to propose to his S/O for what felt like a lifetime

It’s just he’s been through more than any person will go through in a lifetime that he’s so ready to pop the question

He’ll get all dressed up yet there are no suits in space give me Shiro in a suit please, I would literally die

He feels the next best thing to a suit would be his paladin armor yet Allura helps him make it a bit more fancy. (How fancy, I’ll leave that up to you)

Will also propose in private just because he has a lot he’ll want to say when he’s proposing. He’ll probably propose to you outside under the stars

I can see him getting emotional while proposing because he just loves you such much, he can’t help but cry a little

“I know my life will never be complete without you beside me to share it. You deserve the very best, someone who will back you up without limits, let you grow without borders, and love you without end. Will you let me be the one?“ is what he’ll probably say

The ring he has is probably one he found while on a mission or a trip to the space mall

When you say yes and how could you say no to him, he’ll pick you up and spin you around

He deserves a happy ending god dammit after all the shit he’s been through

Keith:

Proposing for him is going to be a struggle

Let’s be honest, he tries to be romantic and stuff but he doesn’t really know about that sort of thing but he wants to try so hard for your sake because he loves you

I can see him going to every other male paladin to help him plan the whole thing because he wants it to be picture perfect for you

Shiro and Lance are practically coaching him on what to say and do because poor Keith is clueless

Hunk will cook a special dinner for the two of you to enjoy alone but we all damn well the others are listening in just to make sure Keith doesn’t mess it up

He is very nervous because he fear you’re going to say no and if so, it’ll crush his soul and he doubts he’ll ever find true love someday. It’ll make him feel like he’s completely alone in the universe

He was told to speak from the heart but finding the right words seemed almost impossible yet I think he’d say “There are many ways to be happy in this life, but all I really need is you. I can’t imagine growing old with anyone else, nor do I want to. I know you’re the only one I want to share the rest of my life with.”

He’s doesn’t get down on one knee unless you want him too. He’d slide the ring box towards you

Please say yes to him so he doesn’t end up feeling crushed and hug him tightly because man does he need it

Never expected he’d get married but now he’s excited at the fact that he gets to have someone in his life he’ll get to spend it with

Lance:

You beat your ass this boy was gonna go ALL OUT when proposing

He wants every little detail to be special and perfect that honestly he’ll probably lose sleep over it

He’s very excited to finally ask you to marry him because he knew from the moment the two of started dating that you were the only one for him and had been planning on how to propose to you from day one

Plans the entire day in advanced because he was going to make sure that it would be a day you’d never forget

Will take you for a ride in his lion, take you out to eat, and just do whatever you wanted to do that day because it was his subtle way of saying how he would always put you first in life

At the end of the day, the two of you will be sitting on top of his lion’s head and just talking and he’ll just suddenly turn very serious

“When I look into your eyes, I can see a reflection of the two of us and the life I hope we’ll share together. Let’s put our hearts into each other’s hands for life. So tell me, Y/N, will you make me the happiest man in the universe and marry me?” He’s very mushy about what he says but it’s still very cute

If and when you say yes, he’ll kiss you over and over again just because he’s so happy

Once he puts the ring on your finger, he’ll jump up screaming “THEY SAID YES!!!”

Cue the other paladins setting off fireworks that say “Congratulations!”

Part two is done and I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this but I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for the request! ~Admin Mae

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periwinklepandas · 7 years

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The Desk

Royai Smut Week Day 4: “Useless When Wet.”

Theme K: Oral

Rating: M

Pairing: Royai/Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 2,902

Title: The Desk

Description: Roy can’t seem to control to the constant traffic coming through his office. It doesn’t help that Riza is feeling extra frisky.

@royaismutweek

“Colonel, take off those ignitions gloves before you accidentally set the whole office on fire!”

Riza scolded the Flame Alchemist as she kissed his neck. They were in his office; her straddling him in his chair, topless and attacking his neck with succulent kisses. The others were out on various field missions, so the couple decided to make the best of their alone time.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Hawkeye.” Roy mumbled closing his eyes and relishing in the feeling of her hands stroking him through his pants.

“Is that really how you feel?” She challenged, ceasing her assault on his neck and looking down at him.

“Don’t be so sensitive,” He gave a charming smile and stroked her chin with his gloved hand. Her eyes soften briefly and she was just about to kiss his lips when they heard a knock on the door.

Riza’s arms flailed outwards and she clumsily fell backwards between his feet and the desk.

“Relax,” he chuckled, “The door is locked.”

He stood and walked over to the door just as the knocking continued. “Damn you Fullmetal.” He mumbled and looked behind him to see if Riza was decent again. Oddly, he found that she was nowhere in sight. Roy frowned and then shrugged, turning around and unlocking the door to let his newest state alchemist and his brother in.

“What are you doing here?” He asked walking back to the desk with the brothers in tow. “You’re supposed to be in Dagnus.”

“We finished early,” the shorter Elric shrugged. “Figured we’d report back and then we need to go home to Resembool to have Winry check my automail.”

Mustang nodded and flopped down in his seat. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he spotted his still topless Lieutenant huddled in the nook under the desk where his chair slid in. The desk sat directly on the floor, so it was impossible for the Elrics to see her from the other side, but just the slightest sound and they’d be caught.

“What were you thinking?” he tried to mentally send to her with a look of disapproval. She only shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

“I hope we weren’t interrupting anything,” Alphonse stated innocently, his large borrowed body sat awkwardly on the small couch across from the Colonel’s desk.

“Nothing too important.” Mustang shrugged and Riza frowned beneath him.

She loved him, but his arrogance drove her crazy sometimes. He liked to pretend that he was underestimating her sexually. And while she was confident in her sexiness, it was time to show him just how much she could drive him crazy.

It was time for a little payback.

“So did you track down any criminal leads in Dagnus?” Roy asked, scooting his chair in to box in the young blonde below him. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his laced hands.

Edward snorted, “A complete waste of a train ride and our time, Colonel. It was a dead-end lead.”

“Hmm…” Mustang smirked, considering the younger boy’s words. “That’s unfortunate because—“He lost his words in the feeling of a pair of smooth hands reaching into his waistband and grabbing his dick.

Riza wrapped her fingers around him and began to pump up and down slowly. She was able to quietly twist her body so that she was supported on her knees, facing his crotch.

“Because what, Colonel?” Alphonse’s absent voice asked curiously.

“Uhh…B-because we’d—gotten a lot of reports of s-s-suspicious activity from that area,” The colonel had to stutter through his words because of the woman’s actions below. She was running her hand up his shaft and over the head, running her thumb across the beading precum on the head, before sliding back down. He was happy she was unable to reach his balls, or they’d be in big trouble!

“Whatever,” Edward huffed, “Do us a favor and stop sending us on pointless busy work cases. We need to focus on getting our bodies back!”

“You’ll do as told Fullmetal!” Roy barked out, pointing his finger at the defiant boy, “You took an oath to this military.”

The eldest Elric rolled his eyes and waved off the colonel’s words, standing up and signally for Alphonse to follow him. “C’mon Al, let’s go see Winry and Granny.”

The Elrics exited his office, and Roy leaned back to scold his subordinate on her reckless (but skillful) actions, when another figure walked in excitedly.

“Greetings Elric Brother’s, Gracia wants to see you two again for dinner soon!” It was Lt. Colonel Maes Hughes.

“Hey there Roy! I was hoping I’d catch you in the office.” Hughes grinned and walked over to Roy’s desk. Unlike the Elrics, Maes walked right over to the Colonel’s desk and leaned over it.

Roy met him halfway, leaning forward again to block his compromising view. “What do you want Hughes? I don’t have time to watch you ogle over pictures of your wife and daughter. I’m busy!” He choked out the last work when he felt Riza add her other hand to his shaft.

“Sheesh, somebody’s testy today. I actually had these forms for you to look over. Something big is going down in Central. They’re looking at some major changes in staff. A lot of transfers I hear.” His friend told him with a wink.

Roy took the papers in his hand and struggled to concentrate on them and keep his breathing steady.

“I’ve never known you to be asthmatic Roy,” Hughes stated curiously.

“What are you talking about?” Roy asked him gruffly. Riza chuckled silently under the desk, rolling his erection in her palms. She was enjoying this game, but she was far from finished.

“You’re breathing really hard. Should I call a medic?” Hughes chuckled, half-serious.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just... warm in here.” Roy groaned, running his hand through his hair. He reached down with the other hand and tried to push Riza away from him, but instead she took one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it swiftly. The Colonel let out a low moan, earning a questioning look from the Lt. Colonel.

“If you say so…” Hughes shrugged, “Oh, yeah and before I go…”

“Hurry it up Hughes…” Roy gave a desperate warning, coughing as the lieutenant added more pressure to his member.

“Elicia took pre-birthday pictures!” Hughes exclaimed skillfully producing a set of photo proofs and tossing them on the Colonel’s desk. Riza had to bury her face in Roy’s thigh to surpass her laughter.

“How sweet,” Roy breathed out sarcastically. “Now leave… now!”

“I’ll be back for those documents later.” Maes gathered his pictures and headed towards the door. “Get something for that cough!”

When the door closed, Roy pushed his rolling chair back and scowled at Riza. He pried her hands from around him and tried to pull her out. “Are you crazy? Do you want us to get caught?”

Riza laughed and smirked at him, “You shouldn’t have insulted me, Colonel. Though I hate I missed an opportunity to see Elicia’s birthday pictures.” She pulled away from him and took him in her hands again.

“Whatever, you’ve had your fun now get up before—“his words were halted and he pushed the topless lieutenant back under the desk as his door swung open.

“Mustang!” The unpleasant tone came from Major General Hakuro as he stormed into Roy’s office.

Roy let out a groan. He didn’t need Hakuro’s jealous antics right now, not with the lieutenant resuming her motions on his dick.

“What’s taking you so long to look over those documents Hughes brought,” Haruko demanded, standing at attention and frowning down at Roy.

“He literally just brought them.” Roy sighed, relishing in the feelings shooting through his groin. “I’ll bring them to you as soon as I’m finished.”

“You’re expected in the meeting this afternoon; bring them then.” Hakuro snorted, “I just don’t get it.”

“Get what?” Roy asked slightly disinterested.

“How you’re always able to get ahead so rapidly. The General favors you, for whatever reason.” Hakuro accused, leering at Roy as if he was expecting an actual answer.

“Maybe it’s because I’m so—oh—woah! Dammit Hawkeye!” Roy exclaimed midsentence, clenching his teeth and gripping the edge of his wooden desk.

“Hawkeye?” General Hakuro snorted, looking around the room. “What in the hell are you talking about. The lieutenant’s not even here!”

No, General Hakuro couldn’t see Riza at the moment, and it was a good thing because she was currently underneath her commanding officer’s desk, running her wet tongue up the length of his cock.

“Are you insane!” Roy gritted out, bringing his hands under the table to stop her.

“Am I insane?” General Hakuro frowned deeper, “Are you? You’re the one that isn’t making any sense.”

There was a knock at the door and Roy peered past Hakuro’s shoulder to see the newly hired Sheska giving him a short wave.

“Sorry to interrupt Colonel, but I found those records you were wanting.” The bespectacled women walked over and sat an old records book on his desk.

“Th—thank you Sh-sh-Sheska,” Roy stuttered, pushing his palm against Riza’s forehead under the desk to stop her from licking him.

“What are you doing with your hands, Mustang?” Hakuro accused, craning his head over the desk to try and see why the Colonel was fidgeting so much.

Roy swiftly pulled his hands up and slammed them on his table. “Nothing, everything is f-fiiiiiiii—Fine!”

Riza had decided at that moment to kick it up a notch, angling him slightly towards her face and taking him in her mouth; sucking the head of his dick first and running her tongue across the slit.

“Fuck…” he breathed out dropping his head down.

“Do you need a glass of water, sir?’ Sheska asked quietly, concern heavy in her eyes.

“Nope,” Roy squinted his eyes and mustered up his best faux-smile. “Thank you for those records, Sheska. You are dismissssssssed.” He’d have to seriously punish his loyal lieutenant after this one. She was sexy when she was bold, but this was downright suicide.

Above him General Hakuro watched in disgust as Roy panted and groaned at his table. He was never a fan of the young colonel and his relationship with East City’s highest ranking general.

“If you’re finished, Major General, I’d like to have my privacy now.”

Haruko huffed and turned on his heels to leave, just as a certain black and white puppy pranced into the office with a bark.

“You should tell your lieutenant that pets aren’t allowed on the premises.” Haruko spat out, frowning at Black Hayate.

The dog barked and padded across the room, sniffing the floor; on the familiar trail of his hidden owner.

Riza intensified her blowjob, taking him deeper into her mouth and down her through; bobbing her head up and down, hoping to make him climax.

She heard Roy gasps loudly, and she thought maybe it was from the head she was performing on him, until she heard him belt out a name.

“General Grumman! What a surprise!”

“Colonel Mustang. How is this beautiful day treating you?” Grumman exclaimed, walking in examining the room.

“Go-good, Sir.” Roy choked out, praying that the arrival of their commanding officer and Riza’s grandfather was enough to prove to her that the fun was over.

It didn’t.

Instead, Riza’s mouth pumped harder around him; the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, but she was an expert and wouldn’t make a single gagging sound. For that Roy was grateful. When Riza brought one hand up to stroke him as she sucked him off, Roy brought one hand of his own down and weaved his fingers through her scalp, gripping tightly and moving her head against him.

“Ingrate!” Hakuro spat from the threshold of the office door. “That’s your commanding officer! Stand and salute!”

“I—uhhh—C-cant’s sir.” Roy was fighting to keep his eyes open and fighting even harder in an attempt not to cum in her mouth while her maternal grandfather paced his office.

“Its fine Mustang, I was just dropping by to see if you’d put anymore consideration on that offer I’ve been proposing for years now?”

The offer to marry his granddaughter.

Roy wanted to tell his commanding officer that marrying Riza should be the least of the General’s worry. They’d been having sex in his office for a while now, so obviously marriage was the next step right?

“Haaa—How about we discuss this in a more private setting, General?” Roy heaved, as the Lieutenant, expertly sucked him while running her tongue around his tip. He was having a hard time composing himself as it was, but now that his cock was touching the softness of her throat he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up their cover.

Grumman threw a look back at the nosy General Hakuro, who was still lingering at the door. Roy certainly didn’t need the envious general in his private business when it came to his relationship with their boss’s granddaughter; but Hakuro wasn’t the only pair of ears in the room that Roy didn’t want eavesdropping on that conversation.

“Certainly.” General Grumman nodded. “I’ll see you tonight at the meeting, Colonel.”

Roy grunted as his free hand gripped the desk and the other pulled at Riza’s hair. He was close to losing it and he desperately needed their company to leave.

“Uhh….yea—yes, Sir.”

Black Hayate gave a bark as he sniffed around the desk in search for his owner’s scent.

“It’s odd seeing that pooch without its owner close behind.” Grumman mused, eyeing the small dog. “Where is Lieutenant Hawkeye, Colonel?”

Roy gave out a hiss as the vibrations of a laughing Riza moved up his length. “Assssss—assignment, Sir. She’s out on assignment.”

“That’s interesting. I’ve never known her to take on any assignments that didn’t involve you.” Grumman grinned. “Are you okay, Colonel. You seem flustered.”

Roy couldn’t respond. He only waved his hand as a gesture to say that he was alright.

Black Hayate followed his nose around the office and barked excitedly when he spotted Riza under the desk.

“What’s he barking at?” Grumman furrowed his brow, walking around to the side of the desk.

“Agh!” Roy exclaimed untangling his and from Riza’s hair and pushing the dog away from them with his foot. “He probably just smells the leftover lunch in my trashcan, Sir!”

“Hmm…” Grumman stroked his wild mustache in consideration. He shrugged his shoulders and then turned to follow Hakuro out of the office, closing the door behind him.

“Goddammit, Hawkeye. Are you crazy?” Roy exclaimed, standing forcefully, causing his rock-hard cock to slide out of her mouth.

Riza laughed, crawling from underneath the desk, but staying on her knees at the foot of his chair. “That was priceless.”

Roy returned to the chair and flopped down, exasperated; his dick still standing straight in the air. He ran his hands over his face and exhaled, swaying slowly side to side in the chair.

With a mischievous glint, Riza took him in her hands again and into her mouth. She bobbed furiously, pumping him with her hands too.

Roy moaned deeply. Desperate to release the pent up pressure that had been building for the past ten-minutes of her sucking him, he began to thrust his hips up slightly, and his palm found its way to the back of her head again, guiding her up and down, until finally he was ready.

“I’m—fuck, Reez, I’m about to—“He wanted to warn her, before he just rudely spilled in her mouth, but the words kept losing him. Not that Riza needed them to understand; nor did she intend on taking him out of her mouth until he was finished and she was swallowing every drop of him.

She heard him let out a labored “Argh” and his hand pressed her down further on to his cock, so that his cum shot down her throat and she was finally forced to gag a little.

When he was finished he let out a deep content sigh and tossed his head back so that it dangled past the chair’s back.

“That was amazing, Reez.” He breathed out happily, running his hands down her jaw. His eyes were closed and he was smiling weakly.

“MmmHmm.” Riza hummed wiping the corners of her mouth on a tissue from his desk. She stood up from the floor finally and redressed in her turtleneck and overcoat. “Come, Hayate.” She called to the little Shiba, and made her way to the door.

“Wait Lieutenant.” Roy called out to her. Riza turned her head and regarded him nonchalantly.

His face formed into a cocky grin and he asked her huskily, “Don’t you want me to return the favor? I can make you feel good with my tongue too.”

The offer was tempting; very tempting. It sent a jolt of electricity between Riza’s thighs, and she considered accepting.

But in the game of tit-for-tat, sacrifices must be made.

She turned her face back around and opened the door to leave. Waving lazily back at him, she called out to him before leaving.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Colonel.”

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bleedingcoffee42 · 7 years

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Number 46 for Royai I think it'll be fun :D

#46, “If you love it so much, thenwhy don’t you marry it?” for Royai

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Roy ran his hands through his hair,clutched it between his fingers and tugged on it hard enough to feelthe pain but not rip any follicles out of his scalp. He needed thedistraction to from the headache forming at the base of his skull. “Why can’t you just wear the damned uniform? It’s the leastoffensive fashion choice you have available to you.”

“I’m not a soldier. I will neverbe a soldier. I don’t want anyone even thinking I’d compromise onthat! ” Edward Elric would not be swayed. “And my fashionchoices represent that I am a unique individual with impeccable tastewho is not afraid to make a statement. Also, red is bad ass.”

“The only statement it makes is thatyou dress yourself and want people to notice you…” Roy said andclosed his eyes. “So you don’t get stepped on.”

“And you just wear your trench coatlike a cape because you’re too lazy to put your arms in the sleeves? Please. The uniform is too drab for you too.“ Ed countered.

Maes Hughes was enjoying the show. Hewas sitting on the couch with Al and watching the argument play out,both of them keeping score on notebooks to declare who was the winnerof the debate when it was all over. Eventually Roy would playdirty and just threaten to freeze Ed’s spending account or perhapsdry up his source of information involving the philosopher’s stone,but for now they would enjoy the second Fullmetal vs. Flame battlehere in the office. They might have been amused, but he could seefrom Hawkeye’s face she was getting annoyed with the duration of thisdiscussion. He chewed on his lip as he thought of a way to keep herfrom ending this by stepping in on Roy’s behalf.

“Stop changing the topic, Ed! Thisis about the military ball! Four hours of your life where you haveto play the part of an adult and do what your superior officer isasking you to do and change into presentable clothing.” Royexclaimed and let go of his hair in order to slap his hands down onthe table. “It’s a dress uniform, it’s meant to make you lookproper not conform. For god’s sake Fullmetal, that watch you prideyourself on is more of a symbol of your commitment to the militarythan any uniform. If anything you should want to wear the uniformbecause it will make you look taller and you get to carry a sword!”

Al scratched a point into Mustang’scolumn on his score card.

“It should offend you that I woulddress up like a soldier at all!” Ed snapped. “I am the worstsoldier you have! I never listen, I destroy everything and I speakout against the military wherever I go!”

“I noticed.” Roy said and leanedback in his chair. “However, maybe you are exactly what the paperscall you…a ‘Hero of the people’. An alchemist who works forthe people and isn’t agovernment errand boy. A Major in the military who protects the ones who need it the most. Maybe you’re not inuniform, but you still have your title and watch and that is far morecondemning than any gabardine coat. In the eyes of Amestris you area military dog no matter what color you wear.”

“Are you trying to get me to quit?” Ed asked.

“You wanted attention, you goteveryone’s attention.” Roy replied. “Now the top brassand the Amestrian elite want to see you, Fullmetal Alchemist. Theywant to see this kid who was the youngest ever to become a statealchemist. They want to determine if you are a threat or anasset, but more importantly they want to capitalize on your fame andpopularity and show you off. You’re not some research alchemist,you’re a weapon. That makes people nervous because weapons with amind of their own can become liabilities. They fear anotherKimblee, especially one who starts out as a loose cannon like youhave. You in a uniform shows that there is some degree of controlover you and also stirs up some pride in the nation who you representin the starched blue frock you’re going to damn well wear to thatball.”

Ed crossed his arms. He could feelhimself losing this battle, but dammit if he was going to just agreeto dress up for this shit. “If you love it so much, then why don’tyou marry it?”

“Because he’s going to marryHawkeye.” Hughes piped in. You’re not going to win that easilyRoy.

And Al had to grudgingly give hisbrother a scratch in his column when he saw the startled andembarrassed reactions to Hughes’s comment from the Colonel andLieutenant.

Ed seized the moment, jumping towardsthe desk and slamming his hands into it like a large cat pouncing onit’s prey. He grinned, “So that’s why you’re so interested inthis ball, because you can go on a date?”

“He’s passionate about his balls.” Hughes added and could see Roy’s fingers twitch, the motion of a snapbefore he just curled his hand into a fist out of frustration. Hewasn’t wearing gloves, but the motion made the desired statement. Hughes didn’t care and gave him a wink, he could see Roy thinkingabout throwing his coffee cup at him. Hawkeye glared at him, hecould feel it but he wasn’t going to break eye contact with Roy. Yeah, he just might have bet on Ed because the odds were reallydamned good.

Roy’s eyes shifted away from hisasshole best friend and looked instead to the teenager leaning on hisdesk celebrating a victory all too soon. “Actually my interest ingetting you to the ball was so that you could have a date,with your mechanic.”

Hughes heard Al’s pencil scratch a winmark in Roy’s column, he didn’t even have to look to know that waswho got the point. Ed’s short lived victory grin was gone, hischeeks were bright red and his mouth was hanging open hoping wordswould just fall off his tongue and save him from this awkwardsituation. He leaned forward to say something but Hawkeye steppedin front of him to block his view and remove him from the situation. Dammit! Riza always swept in to save Roy! Lucky bastard!

Riza placed her hand on Ed’s shoulderand leaned close to his ear. “Edward, Winry does a lot for you andit would be nice if you treated her to an evening out like this. Ofcourse it doesn’t have to be a date, the Colonel and I are just goingtogether as superior and subordinate, but it is still an honor to beescorted to the CentralMilitary Ball bythe person you support. Think of how happy she would be to spendthe evening with you, to see how important you are and have you tellthese very important people who made your automail. Think of howexcited she would be to wear a ball gown.”

Hughessat back in to the couch and threw up his hands in a sign of defeat. Ed couldn’t see him but Roy could, and he watched that smug smirktug at the corner of his mouth and the sideways glance that screamed'checkmate, bitch’. Hawkeye was speaking low, but the room was soquiet they could hear the ticking of Ed’s watch from inside hispocket. That was done on purpose, Hawkeye was the master of silentbut deadly attacks and it was no different when she chose to fightwith words. She could have whispered, but this was for his ears aswell, to tell him this debate was over. He still had one more playthough and he looked at Roy, held up his hand and pointed to his ownwedding ring before pointing at Hawkeye and mouthing the words, 'Ifyou love her so much maybe you should marry her’.

Aladded a scratch in the win column for Hughes as Mustang’s smirk fadedand he broke eye contact with Hughes.

“Whatdo you say, Edward?” Riza asked as she stood up straight andraised her voice back to normal. “Would you like to use theoffice phone to call Winry and ask her to the ball? I’ll makeeveryone leave so you can have some privacy. “

“Yeah….Iguess.” Ed said and stood there in amazement as he realized hejust committed to going to a dance with Winry.

“That’swonderful Edward, I’d love to have someone to go dress shoppingwith.” Riza said and turned to Roy and pointed to the door to tellhim to get out and not say another word.

Alcircled Mustang’s name on his paper it denoting him the winner. Hughes reached over and grabbed his pencil, wrote in 'Mr. and Mrs.’above Mustang and flashed a smile before standing up. Al chuckled alittle and Ed shot him a dirty look, assuming it was because he wasgoing on a date with Winry. He got up and followed Hughes out andthey waited on Mustang, who slapped Hughes in the chest with the backof his hand as he exited his office.

“Asshole.”Roy hissed.

“Stillgoing to be your best man someday, I just would like that someday tocome before you’re too old and deaf to hear my speech.” Maesreplied and slung his arm over his best friend’s shoulder. “Sowhere do you want to go eat for lunch?”

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bts-reveries · 5 years

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daddy diaries

“What if they don’t like me,” you ask Taehyung for the umpteenth time. He rolls his eyes, pressing the doorbell.

“If Yoongi hyung likes you, everyone else will too. Yoongi hyung is the hardest one to please,” Taehyung says, turning his head to give you a closed smile.

“And how do you know Yoongi likes me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“His princess loves you, he has to like you,” he states as if it’s so obvious, and that’s when the door swings open.

“YOU’RE HERE,” a new face yelled. He was very… energetic. The man turns towards you, shoving his hands in his pocket, looking you up and down. You tilt your head to the side, giving him a questioning look.

“Sooo.. you must be Yn,” he flashes you a smile.

“You are so cringey,” Taehyung says, pushing past the man, who you have yet to know the name of, and pulling you in with him.

“W-who, who was that?” you ask Taehyung.

“That’s Hoseok, or Hobi, kids call him Uncle Hobi. It’s only me and him in the whole group who’s still single, well, without a kid you know. So don’t expect that to happen with anyone else,” he laughs, “plus, you’re not my type.” You gasp, slapping his arm playfully, making him laugh more.

“I’m Hoseok by the way!” Hoseok yells from across the room, he was by the kitchen, holding 2L bottles of soda in his hands now. You turn to his voice and gave him a smile and wave.

“Why are you so shy?” Taehyung says, elbowing your side.

“I’m nervous!” You whisper, turning to look around the place. For someone who lives alone, his house was hUGE. He seems well off, and everything looked expensive. Hmm.. I wonder what he does for a living.

“Hey, hyung, are the others here?” Taehyung asks the older one, Hoseok’s head pops out of the kitchen, facing into the living room where the two of you were standing.

“Only Namjoon, Moonji, Yoongi, Hana, Jungkook, Sian, and Rina,” he lists.

“Waah~~ That’s… a lot of people,” you gape. Taehyung scoffs out a laugh.

“And three of them are babies, you’ll be fine,” he says to you in reassurance.

“Are they in the theater room hyung?” He yells towards the kitchen. Then Hoseok yells back a ‘yes’ in reply. T-there’s a theater in here?

“Come on,” Taehyung says, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the room.

“There’s a theater in this house? How big is this thing,” you ask in curiosity and wonder.

“Yes, it’s just a room with a few couches and a projector, nothing grand. He has a gaming room too and a dance room.” Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape. He must be rich then.

Taehyung opens the door and instantly a few screams were heard.

“Uncle Taetae you’re here!”

“Uncle Tae!!”

“YN UNNIE~!” You hear, and a small girl runs towards you.

“O! Hana, hello,” you greet the little one, picking her up and giving her a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she says, holding your face in her little hands.

“Hana,” Taehyung calls, holding a little girl in his arms while a small boy was clinging to his leg. “Can you introduce Yn to everyone?” Hana nods, pushing out of your hold to get to the ground. She first points to the small boy around Taehyung’s legs.

“This is Sian, he’s three like me, but I’m older so I’m his noona.” You laugh and extend your hand to the little one.

“Nice to meet you Sian, I’m Yn.” Sian shyly puts his hands in yours and just looks at you with big, round eyes.

“His mommy and daddy are over there,” Hana points and you see a young couple smiling at you and waving. You smile and wave back.

“This is Moonji, she’s still a baby. She’s like two,” Hana explains.

“Hello,” you say softly to the younger one. She just looks at you, resting her head on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Unnie come here, let me introduce you to her dad.” Hana pulls you towards a tall man with dark brown hair. He had a cute dimple when he smiled and he extended a long arm to you.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon,” he greets. Why are all these dads so handsome. Is this what happens when you have kids.

“H-hi, nice to meet you, I’m Yn,” you smile back, starting to feel flustered, “your daughter is very cute by the way.” You felt like you needed to mention it. Namjoon laughs, and started thanking you. The same adorable smile still plastered on his face.

“She gets it from her mom,” he says, which makes you wonder how pretty she must look. Before you can ask where her mom is, because you wanted to meet her as well, Hana pulls you to the next couple. The one she pointed to as Sian’s parents.

“This is Sianie’s parents,” she reminds you. You nod and introduced yourself first this time.

“I’m glad you can make it, I’m Jungkook, and this is my girlfriend, the mother of my son, the love of my lif--”

“Shut up,” the woman says, pushing Jungkook slightly, before cracking a small smile.

“I’m Rina, I’m so happy to see another girl around here,” she laughs. “Sometimes being with seven idiots-- I mean, guys, seven guys, is like having seven extra kids and it drives us moms crazy.” You let out a laugh, starting to feel more at ease.

“Well I’m not a mom, but I’ll help with all the kids, so don’t worry.”

“Oh, there’s actually only two moms here,” Jungkook clarifies.

“Just Rina and Mae, Jin hyung’s wife. The third one’s Jimin’s fiancee. The boys really out numbers the girls here, so when we told the girls that there’s a new addition to our group, they were extremely happy to find out it was you, Yn,” Jungkook smiles. Your eyebrows curve upwards as the words made your heart melt. New addition. Wow.

“Unnie~~ let’s go play with daddy,” Hana says pulling you away from the couple and dragging you to her dad.

“Hey Yoongi,” you greet him with a smile and he scoots over on his place on the couch to give you room to sit.

“Unnie come sit with us!” Hana yells, bringing you down to sit with her.

“WE’RE HERE IS EVERYONE HERE!”

The loud voice made you jump and lean towards Hana, who’s in between you and Yoongi.

“Oh! Sorry sweetie,” you say quickly, caressing the back of her head. Your head whip to the origin of the sound. How did that loud voice, come out of such a small person??

“Aghh, Jiminssi, you scared everyone!” Jungkook yells.

“Uncle Jimin! Auntie Yuna!” Sian yells, running towards the two. You’re guessing those are the engaged couple.

“Why are you making your entrance so loud Jiminie,” Taehyung asks in a much lower voice than Jimin’s, sitting down next to you on the couch.

Jimin is panting now. It seems like he just ran all the way here from when he got to the building.

“Are-- Are-- we the-- last ones?” He pants.

“Ah the tweet,” Namjoon remembers, he shakes his head, “no, Jin hyung seems to be the last one here. Can’t blame the guy, he has three kids to take care of.”

Jimin sighs in relief, dropping down to the floor and just laying there.

Yoongi clears his throat, attempting to get Jimin’s attention. “Ya~ shouldn’t you introduce yourself?” He asks, when the younger one lifts one eye open to look at his hyung.

“Hm? To who?” His eyes pass Yoongi’s, then Hana’s, before passing yours and looking at Taehyung’s eyes, then suddenly switching back to yours.

“O!” He shoots up to his feet and he’s suddenly in front of you.

“Hi, I’m sorry about that, I’m Jimin.” You laugh, greeting and introducing yourself back to him.

“This is my ex-girlfriend, Yuna,” he says, pulling his fiancee to his side, who pinches his side. “Ah!”

“He keeps doing that, “ she laughs, “hello, it’s very nice to meet you Yn. I hope we all get along well, I’m excited to be friends with you!”

“Thank you! I’m very thankful to have met this little girl and her dad that I get to meet all of you,” you smile, everyone else is oh so kind to you.

“YAH!~” Once again, your eyes widen and your body shook at the loud voice, ruining the once soft scene that was just playing before you.

You look up to see a man with wide shoulders, a baby in his arms, and two little ones by his leg, followed by a woman behind him.

“Ya~ hyung, doesn’t your kids get deaf by hearing you talk so loudly all the time,” Taehyung complains, sticking a finger in his ear and moving it up and down.

“I would’ve gotten here earlier but the kids wouldn’t cooperate and we couldn’t get them in the car unless we gave them a treat. I’m really starting to think the world follows Jimin on twitter and does whatever he tweets about me,” he says really fast in one breath. Jimin smiles so wide that his eyes disappear and he topples over, falling once more to the ground.

Wow, it really is chaotic here. Your head turn to Yoongi, who’s calmly just watching everyone with a straight face. How can he be so calm and quiet with all his friends being this crazy.

“Yn, this is the oldest of the group,” Taehyung introduces. “Jin hyung and his wife, Mae, and their three kids, Minseok, Soojin, and little Haneul.” Taehyung points to each one as he says their names. You learned thirteen names in less than an hour. Wow. Good luck to you.

Now that everyone has came, the host, Hoseok, walks into the room, carrying bowls of popcorn, while a few of the guys helped with bringing in some snacks and drinks as well. And finally, when everything was settled, the kids had their snacks, and so did the babies, the room was finally at peace and quiet. Everyone paying attention as the film began to play. As you heard from Taehyung, this was just the start. After the movie ends and the kids are put to sleep is when the real party begins.

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jouissezduprintemps · 7 years

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Uninvited

Rating: T Word Count: 1,861 Summary: Ed can’t find Roy, and the colonel doesn’t make his life any easier when he finally does.

Ed crumpled the piece of paper in his pocket, fuming. Of course, that bastard was never where he was supposed to be. All he needed was a signature, one scribble on a dotted line. He had already gone through the trouble of actually writing the letter for him. Dammit, this was supposed to be a quick trip!

The military had placed a hold on his discretionary fund, citing his frequent, large payments to a certain “Rockbell Automail.” The teller at the bank had the audacity to suggest that he was committing fraud. Ed grit his teeth, stopping only because the noise made his skin crawl. All of his funds were frozen; he had twenty cens in his pocket, a stick of gum, and nowhere to stay.

Al was still being repaired back in Risembool; Winry had insisted that Al’s armor needed a thorough cleaning and oiling. Ed hadn’t seen any signs of rust on his brother, but he knew better than to argue. So he’d made the trip back to central all on his own, wishing for company. As soon as he hopped off the train, he ran to Central Command, but the doors to the colonel’s office were locked.

“Sorry, Ed. Not even Lieutenant Hawkeye works late on Fridays.” Maes Hughes had given him a remorseful smile after finding him tugging at the doors. “They’d all had a pretty rough week. Should I give the colonel a call?”

Ed huffed. “No, he probably wouldn’t answer, the lazy son of a bitch.”

Maes chuckled, unable to argue. Calls from work never got answered. “What do you need him for?”

“I need a CO to sign this stupid piece of paper so they’ll give me my money.”

“You know, you could always just leave it with Hawkeye. I’m sure she’d be happy to make sure it’s seen to.”

Ed arched his eyebrows. Why hadn’t he thought of that? Of course, the lieutenant was more reliable than her commanding officer. Even if he had given the paper to the colonel, he wouldn’t be surprised if it ended up lost. “Thanks, Hughes!” He had already started running off down the hallway.

“Do you need a place to stay tonight?” Maes called after him, hoping he was still in earshot.

Ed lifted his arm above his head and gave a thumbs-up. Not entirely sure what that meant, Maes set off to find a phone to tell his wife that they would – maybe? – have a guest.

As he walked, Ed attempted to smooth out the creases in his letter, regretting that he had balled it up earlier. He had plans on throwing it at the idiot colonel’s head, but the lieutenant didn’t deserve that. Had he thought about bringing it to her earlier, he probably would have sat down and rewrote the letter in the first place. Well, what was done was done. He paused and held the letter against the wall of the apartment building as he ran his automail forearm over the paper. Satisfied that the paper would at least stay straight, he shuffled down the hallway, reading the numbers on the wall as he went.

He'd never admit it, but he relied heavily on pneumonic devices to remember essential information. Riza Hawkeye. RH. Rhodium, number 45. Weight 102.91. Round it up. Ed stopped in front of apartment 103, mentally double-checking himself. This was it, right? The building only had three floors, so it couldn’t be 450, and 045 didn’t exist. Was it 291? Was he supposed to round that up to 300? Damn it, he knew the connection was weak.

Worst case scenario, he’d be knocking on plenty of doors. He might as well get started. He raised his hand and rapped his knuckles against door 103. Excited barking came from the other side, and Ed breathed a sigh of relief. While he didn’t know if the dog was Black Hayate, its presence increased the odds that he was at the right apartment.

The instant the door opened, Ed fell back against the floor. His arms flew up instinctively to cover his face. “Hayate!” Ed exclaimed, trying to fight off the dog’s loving attack.

A sharp whistle caught the puppy’s attention, and it obediently jumped back off the alchemist. Ed sat up and narrowed his eyes, but the dog just grinned and wagged his tail as he sat in the doorway. He used his hands to push himself back onto his feet before indignantly brushing himself off. “Thanks.”

“Never thought I’d hear that from you, Fullmetal.”

Ed’s head snapped up so quickly that he strained a muscle in his neck. There he was, that smug jackass. Colonel Roy Mustang stood in the doorway, barefoot and clad only in a pair of loosely-tied, grey sweatpants. He was too focused on pulling a dog treat from the jar beside the door to notice the death-stare Ed had pinned him with. Hayate jumped up and put his paws against the colonel’s thigh, barking excitedly. Roy handed the puppy his biscuit and scratched his head; Ed knew that the lieutenant would never reward that type of behavior. The lieutenant…

Before he could stop himself, Ed blurted “What the fuck are you doing?”

Roy couldn’t hide his surprise at the outburst. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. Damn, all he did was give the dog a bone. Riza would be pissed that he rewarded him for jumping on Ed, but, come on, it was the runt.

Ed stammered, not sure what to say. It wasn’t one of his finer moments when he extended his arm and pointed at his commanding officer. “You don’t live here!”

Roy blinked, arching his eyebrows. No shit, he didn’t live here. His townhouse was on the other side of the city, much closer to Central Command. Ed knew that. “No, I don’t…” Roy stated the obvious, trying to figure out why the kid looked so damned angry.

“Where’s the lieutenant?!”

Oh, so that was it. The colonel bit back a snicker and fought to keep his amusement hidden. Of course. Ed was attached to Riza since they’d met. It made sense that the boys would look to her as a maternal figure. But Roy Mustang wasn’t too big a person not to screw around because of that. He made a show of looking over his shoulder and into the apartment before declaring “She’s busy.”

Ed bristled. The lieutenant was too smart to let herself get mixed up with the colonel. Wasn’t she? She was smart, caring, beautiful, straightforward, and gentle. The colonel was just… the colonel. As he thought, Ed glared at Roy, the gears clearly turning in his head.

Roy let him stew for a minute before asking “Did you need something, Fullmetal?”

Ed sapped back to reality. “I want to see her.”

After glancing at the clock on the wall, Roy shook his head. “It’s ten o’clock on a Friday night, Elric. Not exactly the time for a social call.”

“You’re right.” Ed’s admission took Roy aback. Without skipping a beat, the kid continued, “I’ll leave when you do. We don’t want to be rude.”

“Just go home, Fullmetal.”

“No.”

Roy couldn’t believe the balls on this runt! If anyone else had said that, he would have assumed they were joking. “What the hell do you mean ‘no?’”

“I mean what I said, jackass. And would you put on a damned shirt?!”

Astounded at the insubordination, Roy grabbed the doorknob and quickly shut the front door. His progress was impeded when Ed stuck his automail foot in the way. “Oh, for the love of…” He opened the door again. “What do you want?”

Ed had had enough. He forced himself through the doorway, past Roy and into the small living room. Discarded boxes of Xingese food sat on the coffee table.

Roy gaped at the pipsqueak. “You can’t just-”

“Hey, Lieutenant Hawkeye!” Ed called into the apartment, ignoring Roy completely. “Some asshole broke into your apartment!”

“You realize… you just…” Roy spoke to himself, astounded at Ed’s complete lack of situational awareness. It was a miracle that someone hadn’t killed him yet.

Riza quickly appeared in the doorway to her bedroom. She had wrapped herself tightly in a bathrobe, her hair dripping onto the absorbent material. In her right hand, she held a pistol. She faltered when she made eye-contact with a very surprised Edward Elric. “Ed?” She turned the safety back on and put her pistol on top of her dresser. She pulled the collar of her robe closer together as she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I… uh?”

“Is everything alright?” Riza asked, genuinely concerned. When he didn’t respond, she looked over his shoulder at Roy, who had turned his back on them, his shoulders shaking as he laughed silently into his hand.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Ed looked down and away, suddenly fascinated by the pattern on her decorative rug. “Are you?”

“Am I…?” Riza repeated, quickly understanding the situation. “Colonel,” she snapped, earning his immediate attention. “I think your shirt’s probably dry by now, don’t you? Why don’t you go get it?”

Roy knew better than to argue. “Right, okay.” He coughed nervously before walking out into the hall, completely forgetting to put on shoes before heading to the laundry room.

Riza sat down on her couch and motioned for Ed to do the same. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone far less accusatory than Roy’s had been.

“I need the colonel to sign this,” Ed admitted, handing her the letter. Riza scanned it, getting the gist of his situation. “Lieutenant?” he asked hesitantly. “You… the colonel…?” He didn’t know how to word what he wanted to know.

“He came over for dinner and spilled his takeout down the front of his shirt,” Riza explained in a matter-of-fact tone. “What did he tell you?”

“Well, nothing, really. I just…”

“Listen, Edward. It’s very sweet that you’re so protective of me, but sometimes you have to trust that I can handle myself.” Riza reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “There’s nothing wrong with the colonel having dinner and watching a movie here, just like there’s nothing wrong with me inviting Lieutenant Havoc over.”

“So… you’re not…”

“There’s nothing at all for you to worry about,” she reassured him. “I trust my comrades. At the end of the day, they’re your comrades, too.”

Ed made a face but didn’t protest.

“And, besides, you know I’d shoot any of them if I thought I was in danger.”

At that, Ed cracked a smile. “Yeah, I know.”

Riza patted his hand affectionately. “Sweet boy.” She stood up and walked back into her bedroom, turning back once she thought of something. “Edward?”

“Yes?”

“Let the colonel back in before you go. He left his wallet and shoes.”

Ed grinned deviously. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll bring them to him.”

“Edward-”

“No trouble at all, lieutenant! I’ll see you on Monday!” Ed called behind him as he snatched Roy’s things, running out the door. When the door clicked shut, Riza sighed. So much for finishing her shower…

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