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dannyphantom-zero · 3 months

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Doctor Danny chapter 2

Danny weighed his current options. As a civilians he could just walk away and pretend he never saw anything. But as a doctor with very strong morals, he couldn't leave a man to bleed out in some unsterile alleyway.

He wondered for a brief second how future him would feel about this, probably frustrated, still Danny picked up the very unstable patient and laid him in the backseat secured by seatbelts.

He wanted to take his to a hospital but he knew this patient wouldn't consent even if he could which he couldn't right now because he was unconscious.

Danny decided to respect the vigilante to the best of his ability. After parking the car he scooped up the vigilante bridal style and turned invisible.

He flew up to his apartment and went intangible, making it so he could safely pass through the wall.

As soon as he laid the patient on the floor he realized something needed to be done about his "research", he couldn't let the vigilante see it and start questioning it. So he opted for turning the cork board around.

It was regrettable that he couldn't put the guy on a proper bed but he didn't have one himself so there wasn't much he could do in that regard.

Danny peeled off the blood soaked clothes. He hated it when he had to cut clothes but in this case it was the only way to see the wound better.

It seemed like some kind of jagged weopen had made deep gashes to his abdomen.

He got to work cleaning the wound, despite how much he had bled before the seriousness of the injury seemed to be exaggerated by the mount of blood Danny saw at first glance. It looked completely treatable.

"There seems to be a deep puncture wound near the aorta, thankfully it didn't hit it" Danny muttered to himself.

"There a slight abrasion on the abdomen over the inferior mesenteric but not deep enough to cause any real damage. He would be fine after getting some stitches"

Danny really wanted to do this at the hospital, it would be so much better but he really didn't want to be watched all the time because he knows the vigilantes identity.

Gathering all his courage Danny grabbed his tools. He was hoping the unconscious vigilante wouldn't wake up during this. Danny could administer anesthesia but he was a licensed anesthesiologist. He also didn't have any anesthesia.

Well, most people didn't use anesthesia for stitches anyway, but he didn't have the numbing shots either. The most he could offer of his patients woke up is some pain killers and towel to bite on.

Danny decided to use absorbable sutures, a type of dissolvable stitches.

"Alright now, please don't wake up" Danny pleaded in a whisper.

He began stitching up the wounds. Because he was a vigilante, Danny had a bunch he wouldn't stop just because he was injured, Danny would have to put in extra stitches in case he tears the other ones.

Danny finished and sighed in relief. The man was still asleep.

He picked up the bloody towels and set out a clean shirt pair of clothes for the man. The man's pants were also stained with blood.

Danny left the apartment for a few seconds to get food. He was trying to be polite, he never really had guests so of the man was hungry he wanted to be ready.

Jason opened his eyes slowly. His entire body felt sore. His hand went up to his face only to feel a hard metal. His helmet. He pulled off the helmet and took a big gasp of fresh air.

The helmet must've shut off and stopped ventilating.

Jason scanned the surroundings. It looked like a small apartment, it was almost bare, not even a bed, on fact Jason just realized he woke up on the floor.

Well, at least there was a blanket beneath him. He was restrained on any way he could see, there weren't any visible surveillance devices either.

Jason sat up and felt the wounds to see how bad they were when his hand grazed a bandage. It was tight but comfortable, like a pro.

Jason peeked beneath the wrappings to find stitches.

"Why?" Jason asked himself in bewilderment. Who in their right mind would go through all the trouble.

Jason heard a sound from around the corner of the room he was in. It sounded like the door was opening.

Jason braced himself. Danny walked in carrying two bags, one with two steaks and the other with a case of beer. He didn't make it a habit to drink but he knew that the beer could be an olive branch.

There was just one problem, how would he eat with his helmet on. Maybe Danny could wrap up the food for the vigilante after he is done cooking it so he could eat in peace.

At least that was the plan. Danny almost shrieked when he saw the vague outline of a man's head.

HE TOOK OFF HIS HELMET!

Danny closed his eyes tight and blindly made his way to kitchen tripping in the process.

Jason had been expecting some thug, what he got was this. A healthy man.

He watched as Danny fumbled around trying not to look at Jason's face. He decided enough was enough when he heard a loud 'thump' followed by a silent "fuck~".

Jason put his helmet on and made his way to where Danny was. Danny stood up.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting that" Danny said.

"Who are you?"

Danny didn't answer.

"I'm a doctor"

Jason felt a little frustrated, he was asking for a name.

"Im trying my best to stay out of your way, I only helped you because you were bleeding out in an alleyway and as a doctor I couldn't ignore that"

"And your making food because?"

Danny grew red.

"I'm hungry" Danny said.

"That's a lot of food for one person"

"I figured you would need something to eat, I was going to wrap it up for you"

"No need I'll eat here-"

"NO!"

Jason almost flinched.

"Sorry, I just, if you take off your helmet and I see you, then you'll be watching me so I don't tell anyone who you are. I don't have time for that"

Jason was even more intrigued. This guy acted like he was a vigilante.

"You seem familiar with this kind of stuff"

Danny shook his head.

"No, not really"

Danny started cooking the steaks.

"If you want to take off your helmet you can go to the next room. I'll let you know when the foods done."

"Alright" Jason said numbly before slipping out of the room. The only other room was the one he woke up in and the bathroom. So naturally he started snooping.

Not that there was much to find.

"It's ready!" Jason bumped into a wall in surprise and knocked a cork board off the wall.

"Shit!" Jason said as he picked it up. He felt something on the other side. Jason flipped it around and laid it on the table.

It seemed like this person was gathering Intel on the biggest crooks in Gotham, he even knew who was "compromised".

"Is that...me?"

There was a picture of Jason that he had never seen before, it was of himself standing on a rooftop.

"I look kinda like Batman" Jason thought for a second.

"I'm coming in" Danny announced. Jason scrambled to put on his helmet but he wasn't able to return the cork board in time.

"Oh no" Danny said setting down the food before he took the cork board he checked it over making sure everything was intact.

"This is just research so I can better understand my patients, It's nothing weird"

Jason put up his hands.

"I don't think it's weird that you have a crock board full of pictures, especially mine. Nope, that not weird"

Danny let out an exhausted laugh.

"Yeah I had to pay for that one, it just reminded me of someone, not that it matters"

"What, did it remind you of Batman?"

"Ha, no. You looked lonely but free, I- know someone who can relate to that"

"Lonely but free" Jason muttered.

"Anyways here" Danny said holding the food out to Jason.

"I hope we never meet again, in a good way"

Jason grinned beneath the helmet.

"I hope we do" he opened the window.

"See you later Doctor" he said waving before leaping gracefully out of the window, food in hand.

"Wait what?" Danny asked.

"Do not!" Danny shouted out the window.

"Do not come back!"

Jason shook his head, there was no way he was going to leave him alone, call it curiosity but Danny wasn't different from most Gothamites.

And he wanted to know more about him. Danny's reluctance to know Jason made him want to get closer even more.

Danny sighed, there was no way he could shake a vigilante off his trail. He just hoped Jason didn't interrupt his work or his research.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #batman #RedHood #dpxdc #crossover #fantiction

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thorns-and-rosewings · 5 months

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Behold, Demon Killcode for Seraphim AU!

Hehehe, yeaaaahhh this is what happened when Cherubim Lunar fully revives someone. They don't always come back the way they were before...

So the story behind this is that eventually, Cherubim Lunar eventually finds his way to the TSAMS dimension, as he has wanted to go there to meet his 'twin.' However he keeps a low profile due to the insanity that is going on. In the process he encounters the wandering, lost soul of Killcode... Whom he strikes up a conversation with.

Cherubim Lunar can speak with the dead/ghosts, often with the intent of helping them pass on or find their way. It's helpful given the vast amount of souls there always seem to be surrounding Fazbear owned locations.

Killcode's soul had been essentially lost in confusion since his death. Confused he even had a soul and their chat revealed his identity to Cherubim Lunar, who recalled stories about this being from the memories of this universes Eclipse. Lunar comments how his lost soul probably holds regret over his death. Most likely he wasn't ready to die and/or something else has him lingering in this world.

Making a long story short, while hiding in the Pizzaplex Cherubim Lunar and Killcodes ghost take notice of Bloodmoon sneaking around again.. Intending on causing further injury to Sun, Moon, Earth and their Lunar. This agitated Killcodes soul and Lunar makes a rash decision.

He appears in front of the bloodtwins and summons his magic to revive Killcode in a Bio-Mechanical body of his own imagining. The process of which is so horrifying to behold it scared Bloodmoon off.

Killcode gets revived in a body more comparable to that of Seraphim Eclipse and Arc Bloodmoon. The body having a 'tail' and various other more organic upgrades. He stands at a towering 13 feet tall, three feet taller than even Seraphim Eclipse. He's truly frightening to behold with retractable claws, massive wings and even external 'ribs' to support his elongated torso... But he remains a staunch pacifist.

Cherubim Lunar scared off Bloodmoon with the spectacle of reviving Killcode, but the price was it completely drained his energy. So he picks up the dormant body of Cherubim Lunar and takes him back to his home universe.

With help from Forkface who saw everything.

Now Killcode didn't necessarily want to return, but Cherubim Lunar didn't know that so he doesn't hold it against the little guy. He returns the unconscious Lunar to his brothers... He will be SO grounded when he wakes up.

Killcode, with his new body, returns to his world and his life, although the downside is that he needs to renovate his trailer because he is now too large for it.

The plus side? His Tinder profile got an upgrade.

As he is now capable of taking his dates on a flight, and those wings are eternally warm and feel like soft weighted blankets.

It makes cuddling up with him even better. :)

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adriswrld · 1 year

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LA Knight x Fem! Wrestler Reader

plot: reader gets hurt during her Wargames match and her ex boyfriend, Shaun (irl name) immediately gets concerned for her and goes to check on her trope: exes to lovers with LA Knight/ Eli Drake/ Max Dupri whatever u wanna call him pairings: wrestler reader x LA Knight / reader x (platonic) Carmelo Hayes a.n: Y/N replaces Cora Jade in the match (2021 wargames)

Y/N was standing on the top of the cage ready to perform the Swanton Bomb onto Jacy Jayne who laid on the table and let out a shaky breath. Y/N did insane and risky moves all the time but it still made her nervous because you never knew what could happen. "Wargames baby!" Y/N grinned, diving off the cage onto Jacy with a Swanton Bomb as Kay Lee Ray and Io Shirai held Jacy in place, breaking through the table. Y/N clenched her jaw and held in her scream as she felt her shoulder pop completely out of place. Y/N immediately cradled it and rolled off of Jacy as the crowd chanted 'HOLY SHIT!' for the move she just did.

Kay Lee had immediately kneeled down to Y/N, seeing her clutching her shoulder and it didn't look like selling. "What's wrong? You okay?" Kay Lee asked, helping Y/N lean into the corner as Io made her way over in concern. "It's dislocated. I gotta pop it back in place, then I can keep going," Y/N explained silently so the cameras and mics didn't pick up on it. "Alright, get on that, we'll improvise without you," Kay Lee said, walking to the other ring to continue to wrestle with Dakota Kai as they had to keep the match going.

Y/N had looked around hoping to find someway to pop it back in as it was now literally hanging off. "What the hell are you guys doing standing there?! Get out there! Get her out!" Shaun shouted at the medical team which made Shawn Michaels immediately go over to calm him down. Triple H got the medical team out there immediately as Shawn tried to calm down Knight. "Relax, she's gonna be fine," Shawn said. This didn't calm Knight down though as he paced back in forth, watching the monitors.

Y/N walked down to the door where medical attention was, gesturing her over so they could check on her. "I'm fine, it's alright. I can keep going," Y/N said, they didn't agree with this but they had no choice but to listen to her. She did have a lot of power backstage and if she refused help during a match then so be it. Y/N was known for always finishing a match no matter what happened. Y/N stood up and clenched her jaw, ramming her shoulder into the ring post as the crowd winced.

"Oh my god what the hell is wrong with her," Knight muttered. He hated how he still loved her despite how crazy stupid she was being. HBK managed to get him to calm down and head backstage so he could get dressed in his gear for later that night as he also had a Wargames match.

Y/N rammed her shoulder into it one more time, the crowd winced and Y/N let out a sigh of relief, the second time popping her shoulder back in place. Y/N leaned against the cage and nodded at Io and Kay Lee telling them that she could keep going. They still looked at her like she was crazy but she only smirked and gave them a wink. Y/N went on the finish and win the match for her team, pinning Jacy Jayne for the win. She had told them they needed to go after her shoulder to make it more realistic and so they did, it hurt like a bitch but it made the match more memorable and that's all Y/N cared about. Was that the fans had fun.

Immediately when they got backstage, the medical team rushed over to her but she brushed them off wanting to talk with Triple H and Shawn Michaels. "I'm alright, I can go a few minutes without medics," Y/N said, making them back off but follow her just incase she didn't faint or anything. Unfortunately for Y/N she was getting very drowsy. "Ay Y/N you good?" Carmelo asked, making his way over to her. Y/N and Carmelo were very close as Y/N helped train him in the PC. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine-" Y/N breathed just before going unconscious but Carmelo caught her and they had him carry her to the trainers room.

Carmelo pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Knight.

Carmelo Hayes

Ay yo girl in the trainers room rn, she fainted. I think it's bc she took way too much hits on the shoulder, it's damaged real bad. Might wanna get her asap.

LA Knight

yeah on my way

Carmelo sat down in the corner as medics examined her bruised up shoulder. Knight rushed in and immediately walked over to Y/N's body laid down on the table. "Yo, you should probably wake her up." Carmelo said. Knight nodded and gently patted Y/N's face, causing her to slowly open her eyes with a groan as she felt the pain in her shoulder. "Oh god, you should've let me stay unconscious," Y/N muttered, looking at Knight with squinted eyes, not expecting to wake up and immediately see her ex boyfriend looking at her. "Ouch, Y/N. That hurt," Knight said sarcastically and Y/N glared at him.

"This is why I dumped you. You're such an a-" Y/N was cut off when Carmelo quickly cut her off before she could say anything she would regret. "All right, well before this turns into a rage room we should probably check to see if you're actually able to move your arm." Carmelo said, looking down at her brusied up shoulder that honestly looked so bad it's like it was broken or something. "Considering all the damage you took, even after popping it back in, it looks like you're gonna be out of action for quite sometime. In fact, I'm gonna say maybe two months to play it safe," the doctor said.

"No way, I can't take off two months. I have a championship match, that I'm supposed to win. I'm supposed to be champion. I can't let that go," Y/N said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry but you have no choice. If you continue to wrestle then you can permanently damage your shoulder which is far worse," they said. Y/N licked her lips and sighed, "Can I be alone please?" She requested, they nodded and left the room immediately. Shaun and Melo immediately went to leave as well but Y/N reached out and grabbed Shaun's hand, "Melo, can you let Dakota and Kay Lee know I'm alright please?"

Melo gave her nod and walked out, shutting the door so the two could have some privacy. "Why are you here? Why do you care about me so much after how I treated you?" Y/N asked, letting his hand go to hold the ice up to her brusied shoulder, clenching her jaw slightly at the pain. "I would say the breakup was fifty-fifty," Shaun mumbled, leaning on the counter and Y/N rolled her eyes with a small chuckle. "I just can't seem to let you go, ya know? I seen you get hurt and I was just so worried about you. Like a million things ran through my mind about what could've went wrong. I don't know, I just know that I hate seeing you get hurt," he explained.

"I get it. I'm not exactly over you either. I never was, I just overreacted when you said you loved you. It was just, I was going through a lot with my sister so I didn't really believe you loved me which is why I pushed you away. Truth is, I do love you. Probably more than anyone I've ever been with in the past. I was just scared of admitting it." Y/N looked down, biting her lip and not making eye contact with him but he was already looking at her the entire time. "Y/N, look at me," He said, causing her to slowly look up at him, scared that he might be harsh after the way their breakup happened.

"I love you, Y/N." She smiled to herself and looked down but he used her hand to raise her chin and press their lips together softly. Pulling away for breath, Y/N smiled and sighed, "Do you wanna move in with me?" Y/N asked, knowing it was a risky question but she would understand he didn't say yes. Shaun grinned and Y/N's eyes widened, "Don't you dare do it!"

"Yeahhhh!!!!"

#la knight x reader #la knight #wwe fluff #wwe fanfic #carmelo hayes #nxt imagine #eli drake #kay lee ray #io shirai

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persage · 1 year

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORM- S. HARRINGTON

Roommate!AU

Summary: A Storm. A Balckout. Steve Harrington - who happens to be your favorite roommate- running back home to you. It leads to something you've never expected.

Words Count: 4k

Tags: Smut, Fluff. Fiends to lovers. Oral Sex, Penetrative sex. Porn with plot

You're not afraid of the dark, you've never been...it's just that you don't like it. At all. Since Will's disappearance in the night the shadows take on strange, scary shapes and you never know if there are real monsters or if it's just your fantasy, a distant memory. The dark makes you feel uncomfortable, so when you try to turn the lights on, flipping the switch for the umpteenth without any result, you sigh heavily. "Steve?" You call, your voice shaking, walking around in the dark looking for the cabinet at the entrance where Steve holds his flashlight. You risk tripping a couple of times, but you manage to get to the drawer just to discover that the flashlight is not where it should be. A memory crosses your mind.

He lent it to Dustin. Damn Henderson.

A flash lights up the room from the large window in the living room, followed by a bang powerful enough to make you jump. You cling to the piece of furniture with strength. The worst thunderstorm Howkins has seen in recent years rough on you and the light won't come back, It's definitely a power cut. Oh that's all you need. Perfect.

You're not so good moving in the dark of your house and you are just a little scared to be fair. "Steve?" You repeat, hoping to see your roommate appear sleepy from his room, but the silence within the walls of the house is a clear answer: you are alone. Even Robin is not at home, she is at Vicky's now.

In the middle of the living room you tremble, the rain is starting to come down even faster outside, pounding against the window frame that shakes violently as the wind slamms past it and even if you won't admit it you wonder where the heck Harrington is and you can only hope he isn't out in this weather. A bolt of lightning flashes through the sky again.

"Okay. Okay. It's fine. This is totally fine." Your repeat to yourself

You go into your room and take a blanket and a sweatshirt from Steve, the warmest you've ever seen. You've been asking him to land it to you for months but he never never let you so you decide to take advantage of the situation. After all, if he's not here to keep you company, his sweatshirt is a fair compromise. You let yourself fall on the sofa and even if you hate to admit it you wait for him, just in case Steve does make it home. You tremble, because even the heaters don't work, you curl up on yourself trying to cover as much as possible and you want to sleep, you really want to, but there is something very disturbing about being stuck in this empty house, in the dark, without Steve by your side. These are the moments when you realize how much this guy has taken on a greater role in your life and in your heart, what was once a stupid bully today is your roommate, your friend, the guy who you've fallen for slowly. The person you love. Of course by fighting alongside with him you have always had this attraction and this attention to the heroic Steve, almost unconscious, ready to sacrifice but it is the little things he does every day that makes him so easy to love: his limits, his defects, his weaknesses and his kindness. It's all about the way he pours water into your glass without you asking, or looses the lids of the jars for you so you don't need him to open them and you don't have to ask for help cause he knows you hate it, the way in which his shoulders sag under the weight of his demons when he's tired but despite this he finds the strength to pick you up and take you to bed when you fall asleep on the sofa. You love the fact that he makes you and Robin choose the Friday night movies and that he puts your clothes on the radiator to keep it warm in winter.

You love that he cares so much about the others.

Your head jerks up at the sound of a key turning in the lock and you are on feet running to your room, holding your bat and then back toward the door waiting for something but then you see him. Steve Harrington sets his bag on the floor as you let the bat drop in the mean time. You wrap your arms around him, realizing now how scared you really were without him. You bury your face into the crock between his neck and shoulders. He is sopping wet.

"God Harrington you're soaking!" You pull away examining him. "Where were you?" You ask.

"With Dustin but then" He pauses looking at the bat on the floor "the storm, it got worse and I ran to you "

"There was no need" You reply in time as another rumble of thunder rolls through the sky outside, you look at the window and then Steve again. "I'm fine." You continue.

"Oh I see" He answers ironically looking at the bat.

"Please dry yourself, you're soaking the house. How did you get so wet? As if you had cycled this far" He remains silent, smiling guilty. "I don't believe it" You say.

"Broken car" He confirms "I borrowed Dustin's bike" Steve heads towards his room still smiling and laughing and you follow him, not wanting to be alone. "That's not funny! You could have been killed In this weather, that's so dangerous..." With light coming in from the street outside you can see the boy's silhouette. He shivers before peeling off his t-shirt and moving his hand to his belt and you mouth opens, something hot raises between you tights. In your stomach something that feels so good and unpleasant at the same time. You turn back giving him some privacy and yourself a break cause he is your friend, hopeless romantic Steve who is seearching for his perfect girl and has no interest in you. It's not good or respectful looking at him that way, thinking about your own hands undoing his pants, caressing what's underneath, kissing his toned chest.

Not. Good.

"I could never leave you here alone" He confesses, his voice low. "I'm afraid of you being there without protection and I know you are scared of the dark"

"I am not" You reply, turning back at him, thin voice. His jeans drop on the floor terribly slowly. "I'm... I'm not scared" You reply hitching your breath.

"Oh, yes y/n, of course" Steve, now - sadly- in a pair of pyjamas bottoms, moves past you out of his room and towards the kitchen. " The bat on the ground really proves it"

"It was just in case!" You state, crossing your arms on your chest

"You've tried to attack me with a bat y/n!"

"I thought you were a monster."

"Yes, the famous demodog who has the keys of our house, how is it possible that I've not thought about it?" Steve chuckles, shaking his head. "It's normal to be afraid after all the bad things we've seen" he explains, honestly, putting on a clean shirt and looking around for something. You jump as another crack of thunder makes the room practically shake. "But you are never afraid" you reply, hugging tighter in his sweatshirt. He still hasn't noticed you're wearing it. "I'm always afraid." Steve answers, moving closer to you. His expression blurs in the dark, you repeat to yourself that you are just imagining his gaze and you aren't sure if she could genuinely see the amusement on his face or you just know him well enough that you can actually imagine how it would be to be looked at by him in this way. As if he feels the same things as you, as if he too has thought the same wrong thoughts as you. "I came back because I was afraid of knowing you alone" He finishes. You stay silent. "You don't need to look so delighted about it." He says.

"Hey, I'm not delighted about anything." You reply, walking toward the sofa and you let yourself fall on it. Steve takes a flashlight out of his bag.

"You can keep it in your room if it helps you sleep" You shake your head

"I can't sleep with all this going on." You can go to bed, though, if you want. "

"And risking not to see your terrified eyes? Nhaa" Steve grabs the blanket from your hands, drops onto the sofa and spreads the blanket to cover both of you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards him. You lay your head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart to help you calm down. Knowing he is there just breathing, living makes everything much less difficult and scary. "Thank you Harrington"

"Anytime Y/N, but don't ever steal my sweatshirt again."

You're not sure of when you've fallen asleep but you're vaguely aware of Steve's hand on your hips that almost makes you forget the chaos outside the window, the flooded city, the never-ending rain. In the morning his arms still hold you as if you are the most precious thing on earth, your back is against his bare chest and you don't even know when or why he has taken his shirt off, his warm breath on your neck. You turn to him, with delicacy, careful not to spoil the moment and you watch him as he dozes pleasantly, calm as you don't think you have ever seen him and as you would always like him to be. You vaguely realize that if Robin walks in now she would scream to the point that the whole town would hear her, she always pushed for you and Steve to be together after all, but the truth is that nothing ever happened between you two but a kiss, a few years ago, after somehow Steve managed to bring you back from Vecna's attack, but nothing after that. And now you are great friends, roommates and you don't want to ruin this stability. Not without the absolute certainty that Steve feels something important for you, something serious. Something similar to what you feel.

And that's why Robin's words are not enough for you. "He likes you y/n, he clearly, really does". Although it may be quite certain you want facts and as much as the little attention he has makes you feel appreciated, Steve is helpful with everyone he cares about and never gave you the idea that you could be anything more. So you have dated other people and he has done it too, yet, at least for you, something has never worked properly. One of your exes one day dared to enlighten you about the reasons why.

"Why don't you wanna marry me y/n?"

"I don't know ... Maybe I'm just not ready. We are so young, we have time."

He smiled and caressed you.. "I know why and you know it too" You shook your head. "Yes you know"

"Steve" You whispered.

You reach out to Steve's face and caress him gently, placing your fingertips on the warm skin of his full cheeks just as he begins to stretch and slowly wake up, you move your hand away quickly. Steve would come home in the flood for Robin too and he would sleep hugged with her too, or with Dustin or anyone else. He likes it . It doesn't mean anything. Despite trying move away, you are so close that you can count the small and barely visible freckles on his cheeks and the bump of his nose. He blinks a couple of times and then, as soon as he realizes where he is and with whom, he smiles holding you closer.

"Morning," he murmures.

"Hey," you say shyly returning his smile

"Mm" Still sleepy he pulls you towards him and nuzzles his nose in your hair, breathing you, kissing your head like your life depends on it. You stiff, and before you can properly respond he moves away as he suddenly realizes what he is doing, looking at you with a terrified expression. "Sorry. Sorry. I don't know what I was-"

"Steve... It's okay, really" You state, you quickly sit up before things get any more awkward and before your heart explodes. You feel it beating furiously in your chest at a frightening rhythm. Is it possibile to die like this?

"Look, it's still raining. It's terrible" You get up, scratching your neck agitated and you go to the kitchen to get a drink. "Do you want a glass of water?"You ask. He follows you nodding sleepily, his eyes still swollen, his lips red, his beloved hair sticking up at odd angles and you feel an incredible rush of affection for him. The fact that you smell him on you doesn't help. You smell like him and you love to do it. And out of control you just watch him and you can't stop. His biceps are more toned than usual, his chest is wide, the skin is perfect and smooth and soft and you can follow the path formed by his veins and you feel that so many years of resisting, finding a way to be immune to Steve Harrington, could be useless by this time. You want him so bad, you can feel desire growing in your stomach, something violent, rought and you feel like you're going to explode. Having spent the night lying next to him makes things suddenly seem different and so much harder to ignore.

"Y/n mhh, about before ..." He begins

"It was nothing." You reply, focusing very hard on the bottle of water you are holding.

"Was it?"

You turn around again and he is observing you, carefully, and has a look in his eyes that you haven't seen before, dedicated, full of emotion. You don't answer him and you have never been more afraid than this.

"Y/ n?"

Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You voice is shaking. Oh God why is your voice shaking like a stupid teenager?

"I'm talking about ..." walks the meters that separate you quickly and then delicately grabs your face in his big and calloused hands - the hands of someone who had to learn to work, conquer things of life - then slowly let a hand slip over your shirt and squeeze it in a way that shakes you inside. And he smells of passion without violence, of desire and of fleshliness. Imperceptibly you move towards him, his grip tightens. "I'm talking about how ... I've wanted to do .. . How.."

"How what, Steve?" You don't even realize the tone your voice has taken, graver and hoarse and full of desire. A shiver shakes Steve's body.

"Like it's okay that I'm touching you." He whisperes.

"As if I want you too?" You ask, bringing your mouth close to his without touching it, just letting your breaths mix as the adrenaline of anticipation builds up in your chest and makes you feel a strange desire between your legs, the need for his warm hands on your body, in the most intimate parts.

"As if you haven't wanted anything else for a lifetime," he murmurs, looking you in the eye.

"It's kinda true. I've wanted it my all life" You confirm a moment before he just pulls you into one of the most intense kisses you've ever had. It's like he's pulling all the air from your lungs, as you wrap your hands in his soft hair and his hand holds your waist. It's a frantic kiss, filled with need and wait, pain and love. He looks at you. grinning before littering your neck with kisses, occasionally nipping and sucking in the sweet spot just behind your ear. You moan while you realize that he has lifted you on the kitchen counter and you cannot help but let go, arms around his neck as he tries to take his time with you He starts again gently kissing up your shoulder to the curve of your neck. He leaves soft little pecks behind your ear, an action that has you smiling in delight as his hands move slowly to your chest, under your shirt. "Take it off" Steve whispers, almost like an order. You nod and quickly take off your shirt as he fiddles with the bra with confidence and skill. As soon as he takes it off, his hands are immediately on your breasts, caressing your nipples with his thumbs while he lets his lips slide over your chest, up to your breasts and leaving wet kisses. His name escapes your lips like a prayer. "Steve" You reach out to him, between his thighs where his erect penis presses against his now too tight pants. He smiles and walks away slightly. "Slowly, softly" he says, locking your wrists and kissing you again. "Let me do it" When he puts his hand on your breast again and flicks the nipple slightly until your gasping and he's chuckling sweetly, It's like liquid fire runs through your veins. He knows exactly what to do to make you turn into a crumbling mess like he was born to pleasure you. His hands are all over you, pinching and massaging and fingertips gliding over sweet skin.

"Steve, baby, please..." You don't even know what you want from him. Hell, you can barely concentrate on anything but the long fingers that starts to wander down your stomach, walking their way on your skin, towards that sweet spot between your legs. He hushes you when his fingers toy with the elastic of your pants, and he presses a kiss to your neck, a hand running through your hair for a moment to settle you. "Shh don't worry." He waits for a minute for your breathing to calm down and your racing heartbeat to settle. You look up at him, brown eyes melting with love and pleasure and lust and he kisses you slowly, making it last while he lets your pants down and pulls your underwear aside.

"I...I want to touch...oh oh." You're cut off by your own moans, Steve fingers finding your folds amongst the wetness, dipping them slowly in and out of your pussy to see how far he can take you. In and out curving his fingers to touch your walls, spreading out as much as possible, to an extreme pleasure. "Oh please, y/n let me make you feel good" You're nodding as he speaks, and you open your legs wider so he can cup your pussy with his massive hand, making your body arch up into his. You can feel how hard he is in his briefs but he is so focused on your pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and hair all over his forehead. You're so wet and the sounds that his fingers are making from between your legs are so sinful that you can't help but moan more. "Steve, oh, fuck, Steve!" He doesn't shuts you up, he gets harder and harder hearing you shout his name like it's the only religion you know. He feels your body shudder and you grow closer to the edge. He touches to your most sensitive spots and once again you're lurching up against him and gasping out loudly. He moves his body so that he can wrap his lips around one of your nipples, and then it's like you're racing towards the edge and he's not going to catch you this time. He's ripping your underwear off then, letting your legs move freely, and then he's not being gentle. He's done with taking things slow and suddenly Steve is touching you everywhere, and nowhere at the same time, hands moving so fast inside and on the outside that you can't keep track until you're shouting and he grabs you tight, sinking his middle and pointer finger back into you to bring you to the brink. You nearly faint once your orgasm hits, eyes rolling up and body going limp as the pleasure overwhelms you. You slump back against him and he just keeps kissing your skin, your neck, face, ears, collarbones. You're a hot and sweaty mess when you come back to the world fully and Steve chest is heaving against yours as he smiles down at you.

"Steve... I don't...it was." Steve laughs at that and holds you tight. "Good, I'm hoping?" You hold is hands and guide him to your room. "No over yet" You reply, coverong his face in kisses while push him on your bed

"y/n." You shush him, kissing him quickly and moving so that his arms are around your waist, nearly clinging to you when you start to press your hand firmer to his cock trapped in his briefs. "Fuck oh y/n." He moans, half laughing then he rolls you over, trapping you back into his grasp. "I want to taste you" You feel hotness pool in your stomach from only his words. "Do you want me to?" he asks.

"Please, Steve.. I want to touch you" you pant, clenching your hands into fists. He places a kiss on your inner thigh, so close to your core just to torture you, you are sure. "You will" You threw your head back in frustration, your fingers immediately sinking into his hair and gripping it roughly making him gasp, when he finally let go of your wrists in order to you push your thighs farther apart. He trails another line of kisses along your inner thigh meeting your gaze for a moment and you groan again in frustration. The sight of him- handsome, impossible Steve Harrington - between your thighs its a sinful heaven and not even in your imagination it was so perfect like its now. "please," you gasp, another kiss placed on the sensitive skin next to your core and then he presses a kiss against your clit. You gasp in pleasure as he openes his mouth to let his tongue explore your folds and lap up your juices.

Steve' s hands pushes your thighs even father apart when you absentmindedly tried to clench them together, arching your back at the feeling of having him suck harshly on your clit. Cries fall freely from your lips. You feel the need to touch him, you wanna touch him so bad as he devours you like a starved man. You don't wanna cum again, not like that so with and With an immense effort you walk away from him, who looks at you confused. "Not yet" You explain breathlessly. "Not yet " You repeat approaching him and undressing him in one fell swoop of his pants and boxers. He lets you do it, smiling sweetly, and you find yourself for the first time in front of his erect, big, rosy chock. So big that for a moment you fear you won't be able to hold up, not be enough for him. You make him lie down on the mattress slowly, placing your hands on his chest, pushing him so that he is caged between your legs. With one hand you go down towards his penis, pumping it slowly from the base, stroking the head with your thumb giving Steve a hoarse sound so erotic that for a moment you think you can come just listening to him. "Oh god you are so beautiful" He says. "You are" you reply, kissing her chest, her toned belly and then sinking her face into her crotch. Whatever a dream is made of, Steve Harrington is made of the same substance.

"Ride me y/n" He begs. "I want you to ride me" So you sink down on him, letting him fill you completely, groaning at the stretching you have to allow yourself a moment to adjust. Steve watches you as you move up and down, riding him as you push yourself to your second orgasm. He encourage you to keep moving, his eyes falling to the place where both of you connect in a perfect union, he can see your juices coating him and it is almost as erotic as to feel you all around him. He tries so control his instinct to fuck up into you, ha wants you to be in control for this, to be the one taking charge and so he bites his lip and tries to keep himself from changing the tables focusing on just you and on your perfect movements and it's long before Steve feels his own release fast approaching. As you move yourself up and down on him, fast then slow the fast again you feel the coil in your belly tightening and his own cock twitching against your walls and you slow down to try and stave off the orgasm just a bit longer however when you do, Steve twitches against your g-spot snapping the coil in half and you come with him, screaming his name. Placing your hands on his chest to support yourself, you feel yourself pulsing around him, trying to prevent the orgasm to wash over you slightly. You let yourself collapse next to him, without strength, and you pinch yourself on the arm. "What are you doing?" Steve asks breathlessly.

"I check that it's not a dream" He holds you close. "Do it to me too, you know, you're in my dreams all too often"

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the fics from weeks 9-10 of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2023! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

part time soulmates (full time problem)

A fic by localopa on AO3 | @voulezloux on Tumblr

12k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

sworn enemies harry and louis are soulmates. everything is going smoothly until the pain hits.

Spaces Between Us, Hold All Our Secrets

A fic by Whoopsiedaisiesss on AO3 | @shining-louist on Tumblr

6k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

The thing about Harry is, is that he is the most wonderful guy you´ll ever meet. He is kind, compliments you on things you are usually insecure about, which shows he truly pays attention to who you are as a person. And he befriends everyone. Except Louis. --- Or the one where Louis suffers from anxiety. His rivals with Harry makes this even worse. Until one day he accidentally calls Harry during one of his panic attacks. Harry just wants Louis to feel better. He always does.

Bend the Rules

A fic by youreyesonlarry on AO3 | @youreyesonlarry on Tumblr | @youreyesonlarry on Twitter

17k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 588: Lous hires a ‘ghost cooking’ service because his family is worried he’s not eating well and he wants to impress them by showing them what an amazing cook he’s become. The service includes sending a discreet cook to your house and have them get everything ready so that you only serve and take the credit. Problem is, his sisters (can be OCs if that’s more comfortable) get to his flat earlier than planned and the actual cook has to hide in the master bathroom for hours. Louis is mortified. The cook is amused and helps him to clean and well. Gives him a thorough service. Feel free to pick your fave as the cook.

The Writing on the Wall

A fic by stylinsonwritingpalace on AO3 | @stylinsonwritingpalace on Tumblr

7k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When BookToker Louis receives a gift basket filled with all his favorite sweets, wines, and stuffed animals alongside the new Harry Styles book, he's shocked at the story he finds in the pages. ----- For BLFF Prompt 85: Louis is a literature teacher who spends his free time either making videos on Instagram or TikTok (author’s choice) talking about his favorite books. His audience knows how obsessed he is with a specific author, from his poems to his novels, he reads and gushes about every single one of his works because he always feels as if they were written to him. That was why when he receives a special PR package with his favorite sweets, wine, and the author’s brand new book, it only took him hours to finish the whole thing. Only this time, to his shock, the story on the pages of the book were too familiar to him. It was the story of how Louis broke his ex’s heart.

Define me again

A fic by Hazzascul_07 on AO3 | @hazzascul on Tumblr

54k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

He's never felt so frightened in his life before, so fucking terrified for himself. And Louis. He looked down at their hands, which seemed to have been connected throughout the incident. He looked at the ring on Louis' hand, for the nth time that day. His heart hurt so bad now, he was terrified. He wanted to do so many things, he wanted to check on louis, if he- if he- God he couldn't even think about it. "Louis," he tried to whisper, but nothing but air came out from his mouth. "I love you, Harry," whispered a voice. But it was nowhere near him. Visions attacked his mind, rapidly flickering through like one would do the pages of a book. He was terrified. His entire life literally flashed in his mind, vision growing more and more weak and he fought unconsciousness. Memories and the picture of Louis lying unconscious in front of him altered and flickered, so rapidly that he felt dizzy with how fast his mind was whirring. What happens when you die? God he was so, so, so, fucking terrified. All his senses gave out, last thing he felt was Louis' hand in his and then, everything went black.

in deep devotion

A fic by ifthat on AO3 | @lovehl on Tumblr | @omegalouis on Twitter

11k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

With no signs of presenting at the age of sixteen, no official designation by age eighteen, Harry was no match for the line of Alpha suitors Louis attracted with his sweet, gravitating disposition and breathtaking beauty. His presence commanded attention. His movements were graceful, his skin tinged by the sun, his smile infectious, and his eyes the color of the sea.

You Were Always Mine

A fic by GoldenSunflouervol6 on AO3 | @sunflouervol6 on Twitter

6k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 45: A/B/O fic where Louis and Harry have a lot of mutual friends but they don’t get along (mostly Louis doesn’t like Harry). One day, Louis turns up on Harry’s doorstep covered in blood and asking for help. (Inspiration: Prompt #126 from the BLFF 2021).

give my heart a holiday

A fic by Ashisinlove on AO3 | @ashisinlove28 on Twitter

14k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

AU where Louis and someone else both like Harry but Harry obviously likes Louis and is oblivious to the other person with scenes like Harry’s sitting with his legs on the coffee table and the other person wants to walk across and Harry doesn’t see them, so they have to say excuse me, but when Louis wants to cross he doesn’t even have to say anything because Harry sits up, puts his feet down, and gives his undivided attention to Louis.

always tell the truth

A fic by anditsonlyforthebrave on AO3 | @HARRYSC1NEMA on Twitter

5k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry is Louis' dentist and getting a wisdom tooth removed shouldn't be the end of the world.

Wait For Me

A fic by cherrygelb on AO3 | @cherrygelb on Twitter

17k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Moving to a new place always comes with a few challenges. For Harry, it’s trying to start over after his divorce, while still doing his best taking care of his son. Though just like every parent, he is not infallible, so some mistakes are bound to be made, settling into his new role as a single-dad. For his son, Davie, moving means he has to get used to all the changes happening in his life through no fault of his own. Discovering a secret passageway on their new property lets him form an unlikely friendship with the young man and his dog he finds on the other side. BLFF 2023, Prompt 391: Harry’s son gets very attached to Louis! Maybe they just randomly meet at first (possibly neighbors?) and then the kid just keeps running back to Louis without telling his dad.

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Okay!! Because I'm not a huge fan of the format of long twitter threads, and this whole thing got kinda long 😅 I figured it could be best to post these story idea ramblings to Tumblr! So lol, prepare for some ramblings sabout my Ghost and Soap AU that's post MW2 campaign where Simon leaves the army to raise his nephew after his fam are killed.

This is all based off the au from this fic I wrote 🙈 if you want more context, you can find some here!

I just have a lot of ideas for this au and wanted to share some that I'll probably never be able to write, but yeah. Lmk if you guys have any thoughts! 😊

I guess TW too for: mentioned child injury, mentioned murder, references to Ghost's past from the comics. There's nothing graphic tho!

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Price swears to Simon, in that hospital room a few days after the attack on Simon's fam, where Jo is lying injured and unconscious, but stable, that he will track down Roba and his men to get justice. He makes it a vow.

Theres not much development on the case for years tho. Maybe, after it initially happened, there was a brief investigation into it, but they ran into a lot of issues getting jurisdiction to operate in Mexico so the case went dry.

So, Simon has to learn to live with the fact that the people who did this to his family, and who tortured him, are still alive out there somewhere. But his nephew is his first priority, and he's accepted that too. He's not going to carelessly risk his life so he can't be there to raise his orphaned nephew in the name of revenge.

I don't think Simon, at this stage of his life, would be a violent revenge seeker? Perhaps if he is pushed too far, but let's not go there yet hahhaha.

Also, he's with Soap too, who helps ground him and keep him level headed.

Anyways, years later, Price calls Simon up, telling him of their update on the case. Maybe Roba has been located, and they only have a few day window to act.

Price shows him the layout of the compound. Simon recognizes it. It's where he was kept captive for months all those years ago. Price offers that, if he wants, there's a spot on the squad for him. His Intel could be valuable. And he's cleared it with a lot of the other high ups to bring Simon along, or just didn't give them a choice, lol. (I have no idea if this would actually be possible irl, to have an SAS soldier who left the ranks, rejoin for a covert mission, but bare with me. Price can make it happen in this AU 🤣)

Simon has been out of active service for 5/6 years at this point though. And Price is asking him if he wants back in for one final op. Joseph is now around 10 years old maybe. He and Soap have been in a steady relationship for 5, Soap still serving in the military.

Anyways, cue big moment of Ghost picking up his old skull mask again. One he hasn't worn in 6 years. Holding the fabric brings back a lot of old memories for him. It feels heavy in his hands. He had changed so much since when he was the man who wore this mask...

but he still had it in him. He knew he did, deep down.

But did he want to *go* there, was he ready? Was it appropriate?

Would he be letting down Joseph though, if he agreed to this op?

What would Soap's feelings on the matter be?

But ultimately, Ghost agrees to it. I think he would need to take some time to consider it though. Maybe talk it through with the bf, Soap. But I think Simon would come to the conclusion that the team would be safest with him on the squad because of his existing knowledge of the compound. And he'd maybe feel safer being there himself, there to try to help the others if they run into trouble fighting his demons.

He does tell Price he has one condition about the op though, is that nobody dies. And he doesn't plan on dying either. He has to live for Joseph, and for Soap, too.

Jo is maybe 9 or 10 at this point. When Simon and Soap go away, I don't think Simon would tell Jo the real nature of his mission. He wouldn't lie to him, but the truth is a lot for a 10 year old to take in right? Maybe he says the mission is going to be scary, but that he's going to do his best to make sure they all make it back okay.

Maybe Joseph stays with one of Soap's sisters.

Ghost feels terrible to do this to Jo but he has to stop Roba from doing this again.

And blabkabla stuff happens and Simon makes it back okay tho yayyyyy 🤣

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FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 3

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER THREE: The Guest

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SUMMARY: A new arrival at the prison tells Rick and the others of the danger that Glenn and Maggie have gotten themselves into, leading the group with no other choice but to infiltrate Woodbury.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Violence and Language (Typical TWD content)

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: So I know that things are a little out of order with the S3 timeline. The main things being, if I were following the show’s storyline to a T, the group would be discovering that Carol is still alive during this chapter. In my version, they found out weeks ago. Rick is also of sound mind, and has had time between Lori’s death and Glenn and Maggie’s capture to recover. In the show it’s immediate, but in my story there’s several weeks in between. Also, you can probably tell by now that there will be no Beth. No offense to Beth, but she was essentially there to babysit Judith and get Daryl to be vulnerable, and in my story those honors will be going to the Reader. Hope you guys don’t mind too much. Also, no Axel or Oscar because I don’t really see the point with how quickly they were written off the show.

“Holy shit. Who’s that?”

Whipping around to look in the direction where you’d just pointed, Daryl frowned when his gaze landed on the same wounded, dark-skinned woman who had caught your attention. He had no idea who she was but could see that she held a strange looking sword, the kind that he’d only ever seen in movies, and one of those red plastic shopping baskets that people used in grocery stores when they only had a few things to pick up.

“Only one way to find out.” Daryl grunted, picking his crossbow back up as you did the same with your revolver.

Over the next several minutes, you and Daryl worked as a team to get the woman to safety. Neither of you knew who she was, but when seeing her fight off a few walkers before falling to the ground, instinct told you both that it was the right thing to do. You could only hope that Rick would agree with your hasty decision. Once making it down to the gate, Daryl tossed his keys to you before raising his crossbow and shooting a walker that had been lumbering towards the woman’s unconscious form.

Once unlocking the gate, you pulled the door open and stepped out after Daryl, firing your gun and taking out three walkers as they stumbled closer, having been attracted by the sounds of the woman’s struggle. Remaining just outside the entrance, you scanned your surroundings while also keeping an eye on Daryl as he crouched down beside the unconscious woman. The sound of your gunfire had earned the attention of a larger group of walkers, and as Daryl examined the stranger, you started to anxiously bounce up and down on the balls of your feet.

“Was she bit?” You called over to him.

“Just a gunshot.” He announced, his fingertips hovering over the circular tear in the thigh of the woman’s jeans.

One walker had started ambling forward ahead of all the rest, getting dangerously close to Daryl. Raising the revolver, you fired, only to find that the chamber was empty because you’d stupidly forgotten to reload it after returning from hunting.

“Fuck!” You cursed, shoving your useless gun into your jeans before running at full speed and kicking your leg out, your right foot connecting with the walker’s abdomen, sending it tumbling to the ground. “Daryl, come on!”

Daryl watched with appreciation as you used quick thinking to take down the walker, but soon came back to the reality of the situation. Shouldering his crossbow, he picked the woman up in his arms just as you ran over to grab the shopping basket and her sword. Jogging along in front of him, you reopened the gate and then quickly locked it once more.

By the time you had both made it back to C-Block, Daryl’s legs looked like they were about ready to give out. You ran ahead to grab a blanket, then hurried back and spread it out over the floor before helping Daryl to gently lay the woman down on it.

“Hershel!” You yelled, running over to the gate dividing the common area from the cells.

“You sure she wasn’t bit?” You panted, glancing back at Daryl as he pulled off his crossbow and gear.

“Nah, she’s just covered in someone else’s blood. My money’s on a walker — s’why she was able to stand beside ‘em for a while before they noticed.”

With a relieved nod, you looked back just as Rick opened the gate with his keys, Hershel hobbling along on his crutches behind him.

“What happened? Who’s this?” Rick asked.

“We found her standing outside the fence, fighting off some walkers.” You explained, lifting her sword as well as the red shopping basket and peering inside to find that it was filled with baby formula. “She had this with her.”

The former Sheriff Deputy’s eyes roamed the contents of the basket for a few seconds before he looked to you, a startled expression on his face. With a shake of your head, you shrugged for emphasis, signaling that your guess was as good as his.

“My God, do you think she had a baby?” Hershel asked.

“I don’t think so.” You replied honestly. “Why would she hold onto all of this if something had happened to it?”

“It’s too much of a coincidence.” Rick muttered as he began to pace.

Moving to stand beside you, Daryl glanced inside the basket before bringing his gaze to Rick. “She ain’t bit, just shot in the leg. Dehydrated too, from the looks of her.”

Quickly moving over to the shelves where they’d been storing food and water, Rick grabbed a bottle and hurried back, crouching over the woman and pouring a bit onto her neck and chest. The woman gasped in response, her eyes fluttering open as she took in her new surroundings.

“It’s all right.” Rick assured her, raising his free hand, showing her that he wasn’t armed. “It’s all right.”

“Who are you?” He asked, gently touching her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down as her breathing hitched in her throat. “Hey, it’s all right.”

Before any more could be said, the woman caught sight of her katana and lunged forward in a desperate attempt to grab it, but Rick was one step ahead, using his leg to kick the weapon out of her reach before her fingertips could so much as graze the handle.

“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Grabbing onto her bicep, Rick pushed her back down with a bit more force as he leaned over her. “Unless you try something stupid first, all right?”

During the brief struggle between Rick and the woman, you noticed that Daryl had picked his crossbow up from where he’d haphazardly set it on the table. While you’d stayed out of the way up until this point, you stepped forward just then, entering the stranger’s field of vision. You’d spent enough time with Daryl to know that he had a temper that could easily be set off, and didn’t want this woman to be on the receiving end of it. More than that, you recognized a familiar fear in her eyes that made you sympathize with her.

“You wanna tell us your name?” You asked gently, taking a step closer in hopes that if she knew she wasn’t alone in a room full of strange men, she might be more inclined to speak. The woman looked at you and you saw that she had visibly relaxed somewhat, but still she kept quiet.

Well, so much for that brilliant idea, you thought.

Rick gave an irritated shake his head. It was obvious that he was growing impatient with their new guest. While you felt for the stranger, you also understood Rick’s perspective. Whoever this woman was, she’d somehow known exactly where the prison was and that there was a baby here, and that didn’t sit right with Rick — with any of you.

“We’ll keep this safe and sound.” Rick announced, raising her katana in his hand as he stood up. “The doors are all locked. You’ll be safe here.” He nodded towards her wound. “And we can treat that.”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” The woman spat, speaking at last.

“Doesn’t matter.” Rick shrugged, turning and heading back towards the gate with Daryl and Hershel at his heels. “Can’t let you leave.”

Remaining where you were as the others walked back to C-Block, you kept your eyes on the woman, lost in thought. She reminded you more and more of yourself when you were held against your will at Grady Memorial. Of course she had it easy; Rick’s group was nothing like those awful people, but this woman didn’t know that. It took Rick walking back over and placing his hand onto your shoulder to wake you from your thoughts of the past.

“Hey, you OK?” He asked, his brows knitting together in concern.

Nodding slowly, you finally lifted your gaze from the stranger. Hershel had gone back to his cell, most likely to retrieve his medical supplies, but Daryl was lingering by the gate. His tense gaze stayed on you as you brought your attention to Rick and you could feel his eyes even as you looked away.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just . . . “ You sighed, biting into your bottom lip. “Let me talk to her alone?”

Rick hesitated, and you saw in his honest eyes that the thought was making him uneasy. Rather than be annoyed by his reluctance however, you found it incredibly endearing that he cared enough to be concerned for you.

“Rick, I’ve been in her place before, and it’s a shitty place to be — the not knowing. Please, let me see what I can get out of her . . . “ You glanced over at Daryl as he started to walk back towards you. “ . . . preferably without Daryl chaperoning.”

“What’s the hold up?” Daryl grunted impatiently.

Keeping his eyes on you, Rick smiled knowingly. You hadn’t known Daryl Dixon long, but it seemed that you had the man figured out pretty well. For some reason, Rick liked knowing that.

“We’re gonna leave her to it.” Rick announced.

“To what?” Daryl asked.

“To have some one-on-one time with our guest.” Rick replied matter-of-factly.

Daryl shifted from one foot to the other, tucking his hands beneath his armpits. “Ya sure that’s a good idea?”

Rick nodded, his eyes still on you. “I am.”

When Rick made his declaration, you smiled; like a kid being praised by their idol. Whether he wanted to or not, Rick had unofficially taken over as a sort of father figure for you, and you were proud to have gained his approval. Daryl, however, scowled; looking rather displeased by the idea. Then again, it was difficult to tell since that was pretty much the only expression you’d ever seen him make.

Rick clapped his hand over Daryl’s shoulder as he made his way back to the gate, but Daryl remained where he was, staring you over. His hesitation lasted a few seconds, but just as you opened your mouth to ask him if something was wrong, he turned and followed Rick. Remaining where you were, you watched as Daryl returned to C-Block, catching his blue gaze as he turned back around to watch you as he locked the gate before joining the others.

“Alone at last.” You muttered under your breath and turned around to face the woman, whom had been watching you closely.

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, anxiety began to gnaw at your gut. What if Rick had put his faith in you for nothing? What if this woman said even less to you than she’d said to him? Forcing yourself to shake off your insecurities, you swallowed down the fear and took a few slow steps towards her.

“You know that older man who just left? His name’s Hershel, and he really can help you.”

With your hands stuffed into the back pockets of your jeans, you continued. “He used to be a veterinarian, before all this happened. Knows his stuff.”

“What did you used to be?” The stranger asked softly.

Both the woman’s question and interest caught you completey off guard. Even though you’d still been doing your job as a medical worker less than a month ago, it felt like an entirely different life. Shrugging your shoulders as if her question hadn’t left you reeling, you replied. “I was just a student.”

It was the same answer you’d given Rick when the two of you had spent some time getting to know each other, and it wasn’t necessarily a lie. You just hadn’t felt the need to specify what kind of student you’d been, and you still didn’t. After the world ended, you kept helping because you knew it was the right thing to do. But after everything that had happened at Grady, you were starting to think that you didn’t owe this new world shit. Not if there was a chance that it might put you into another horrible situation like that.

“How about you?”

When the woman said nothing in reply, you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Look, I know it’s hard to believe that there are still good people in this world, but there are.” Holding your arm out, you gestured back towards the gate. “They are. I’ve only been here a few weeks and I already feel like . . . “ You’d been tempted to say family, but stopped. It felt like a betrayal to your actual family to say it out loud. “It’s safe here. You could be safe here. Just tell us what we want to know.”

The silence that met your words was deafening, and you’d been close to calling it quits and returning to Rick to tell him that you’d failed in getting information, when the woman finally spoke.

“The supplies,” The stranger nodded towards the red shopping basket. “They were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl.”

Glenn and Maggie.

You inhaled sharply. Of course. Just before you’d left to go hunting with Daryl, Glenn and Maggie had announced that they were taking a car to look for more ammo and baby formula.

“What happened? Were they attacked?” You asked.

“They were taken.” The stranger whispered.

“By who?”

“By the same son of a bitch who shot me.”

“That’s Glenn and Maggie. They’re part of our group — Maggie is Hershel’s daughter.”

Keeping your eyes on the woman, you noticed an almost guilty expression cross her features. “There’s a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there.”

“A whole town?” You asked, skeptical.

She nodded. “It’s run by this guy who calls himself the Governor — pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type.”

“How many men does he have?”

“Not sure, but they have armed sentries on every wall. Paramilitary wannabes.”

“Do you know a way in?”

“Place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through.”

“How’d you know how to get here?” You asked.

“The couple, they mentioned a prison — said which direction it was in, said it was a straight shot.”

There was nothing the woman had said that gave you the impression that she was lying. Why would she? Her story added up, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, you could see that she was desperate to get away from Woodbury and find somewhere safe to recuperate.

“Thank you for telling me this.” Crouching down to her level, you held out your hand and introduced yourself.

It seemed the woman’s first instinct was to recoil away from your hand, but after a few seconds you were relieved to see that her expression began to soften.

“Michonne.” She replied, reaching out to shake your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Michonne.”

“You too.”

Letting go of Michonne’s hand, you stood up and stepped towards the shelved inventory, grabbing a granola bar and a bottle of water, then walking back to hand them to her.

“I’m gonna go tell everyone what you just told me. Relax, eat. I’ll be back with Hershel in a few minutes.”

Taking the food and water, Michonne nodded once before you turned on your heel and returned to C-Block. You repeated your conversation with Michonne to Rick, Daryl, Hershel, Carol and Carl. Hershel was understandably very upset, but just as brave as ever. He demanded that Rick let him come along as they began to make their plans; the intensity of the situation causing him to momentarily forget about his leg, until Rick made him see reason.

“How do you know we can trust her?” Carol asked you.

“It doesn’t matter — this is Maggie and Glenn.” Hershel said before you could answer. “We can’t leave anything to chance.”

“We ain’t.” Daryl shook his head. “I’ll go after ‘em.”

Running a hand over his face, Rick took a deep breath. He looked so tired. You’d hated being the one to have to tell him that the rare peace he’d been enjoying without any incidents over the past few weeks had finally come to an end, but there was no way around it.

“This place sounds pretty secure.” Rick finally said, looking to Daryl. “You can’t go alone.”

“I’ll go.” The words were out of your mouth before you really even had time to think it over.

Daryl looked at you, his eyes moving back and forth. You wondered what was going through his head, but for once he wasn’t arguing with you. That was progress.

Rick shook his head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Well that’s good because you’re not asking, I’m offering.” You smiled.

It didn’t sit right with Rick, allowing you; someone so new to the group to risk your life for his people. But with T-Dog dead and Glenn and Maggie captured, he didn’t have much in the way of backup, and he needed all the help he could get if this rescue mission had any hope of being successful.

“All right.” Rick agreed.

“I’m going too.” Carl announced.

That was where Rick had to draw the line. You remained quiet as father and son began to argue, but you were relieved when Rick told Carl that he had to stay with Hershel and Carol. No matter how good of a shot he was, he was still eleven-years-old, and the idea of having him risking his life weighed heavy on your heart.

The sun had well set by the time the group was ready to go. Hershel had sewn together Michonne’s gunshot wound and she was back on her feet, still sore, but overall doing much better. You stood with Daryl, helping him load the Hyundai with all the supplies he and the others had collected from the armory when they’d first arrived at the prison.

“I got the flash bangs and I got the tear gas.” Daryl announced as you opened up the hatchback for him to pack a backpack and duffel bag inside the trunk. “Never know what you’re gonna need.”

Even as Daryl seemed to be making conversation, you were barely listening as you stood with the strap of an assault rifle that you really didn’t know how to use, slung over your shoulder. It was funny, because after escaping from the hospital just a few weeks ago, you’d given yourself permission to be selfish from now on. Yet here you were, joining a group of people on a rescue mission on what could very possibly be your last night on this earth. The world had become such a strange place. A year ago, your idea of helping someone was letting them borrow your anatomy notes. Now it apparently meant risking your life.

“Nice kick back there, Buffy.” Daryl grunted, bringing you out of your reverie.

Turning to face him, you paused in confusion, but then slowly smiled when realizing that he was referring to when you’d taken down the walker without your gun earlier that day. You hadn’t killed it, but had at least given yourself and Daryl enough time to hurry back inside the safety of the prison gates with Michonne.

“Buffy? But Buffy’s a badass. I thought I was Betty?” You raised an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips as you reminded him of the rude nickname he’d given you just that morning when you’d had the audacity to question the reliability of his precious motorcycle.

Daryl hesitated for the briefest of seconds, something of a glint in his eyes as he studied you closely, nothing but the sound of cicadas in the night surrounding you both. Finally, he shrugged his broad shoulders with a tilt of his head. “Maybe you’re a little of both.”

As you climbed into the backseat after Daryl, with Rick behind the wheel and Michonne navigating from the passenger seat, you couldn’t hide the smirk that crept over your lips even if you’d tried. If that was as close to a compliment as Daryl Dixon was willing to give you, you would happily take it.

CHAPTER FOUR

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unidentified-ending · 8 months

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"Out of the Shadows"

Not proof read btw

The finale has arrived. Dun dun dunnn

Part 5

Featuring: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida and all of 1a!

Tw: violence, very bad injuries and a good ending. Not for the easily upset

Good ending

Aizawa and Class 1a x ftm!bullied!reader

"I want him gone" Minato said as he advanced upon you, bat in his hand, ready to hit you before Haruki interjected and said "Wait, what if someone comes in?"

"Nobody cares, I want him dead" Minato said as he hit you on the head with the bat. You shouted in pain, instinctively grabbing the top of your head in pain.

The rest of them were hesitant at their leaders behaviour but joined in anyways.

The repeated hits on your body and the lack of control of the pain was starting to get out of hand, blood pouring down your mouth, tears falling down your eyes rapidly in a desperate attempt to numb the pain that was spreading across your body so painfully.

"Guys, I think we should stop. Look at him" Asahi said as he dropped his blood stained bat to the ground, shaken and terrified as to what his own hands and actions had don't to a boy because he was different from everybody else. He realised the severity of the consequences that were going to happen if anyone found out about this.

"Go piss off pip squeak, nobody gives a shit. I want him dead, and that is what will happen, right now!" He shouts and Riku also dropped his bat.

It was like something shot through there heads. It wasn't worth it, they all knew they didn't want to kill the boy just make him feel inferior but this time, they went too far and they all knew it.

Riku went towards Minato as he kept hitting you in the face with his bat, he pulled Minato's arm off the bat but Minato punched him round the face and kept going.

Words couldn't describe how you looked, over 7 bones in your face were broken, pain spread across your body though it only felt like a small tingle. Your body was giving up rapidly.

Riku and Asahi looked at him, completely stunned at what their friend was doing, even Haruki stopped doing it. Minato turned to them.

"Don't you tell anyone about this or I'll make your life just like his" he said pointing towards your body. They stayed silent.

Finally Minato dropped his bat and dragged your body to an open window near the back of the classroom and picked up your injured and bloody body.

"DON'T DO IT" they all shout from across the room but that's when Katsuki bursts in through the room, pinning down the first person he saw which was Asahi before he spotted you and blasted towards Minato, striking him in the face.

"Y/N YOU DUMBASS, WHAT HAPPENED!" Bakugo shouted and then Midoriya and Iida came running in. When they both saw you slumped over the window, Izuku ran straight towards you and held your injured body in his hands.

He was crying.

"DEKU YOU NERD, GO GET A TEACHER AND TAKE HIM, ILL DEAL WITH THESE GUYS" Bakugo shouted at Deku and Iida and Deku brought you over to Iida.

Riku, Asahi and Haruki stood there shocked to the core, they knew Bakugo was coming for them but you were gently carried away by Deku and Iida.

"I'm--sorry" You mutter quietly. They didn't hear you, you slipping out of consciousness.

Blood was pouring down your mouth and nose, as your bruised body lay in the hands of Iida and deku, running towards your classroom, shouting for aizawa or any teacher that was there. You laid there, barely able to stay conscious, unable to say anything from the lack of strength and energy you had in your bones, you wondered, what did you do so wrong to deserve this? As your mind slipped into unconscious, you heard very, very shallow footsteps coming towards you.

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You were out.

You slowly regained consciousness, your head spinning and your body aching. As you open his eyes, the bright lights of the common area in the U.A. High School dorms blind ypu momentarily. You blink rapidly, trying to adjust your vision.

Confusion was apparent on your face as you take in your surroundings. Surrounding you are your classmates, all having concerned expressions on their faces. Your body feels heavy, your limbs weak, and your head throbs with pain. As you tries to sit up, a sharp surge of agony shoots through your body, causing you to grunt and slump back down.

Standing near you is Mr. Aizawa, his typically stern face etched with worry. "You're finally awake," Mr. Aizawa says softly, his voice laced with genuine concern. "You were attacked by Minato and his friends"

Your mind raced, trying to piece together what happened. Your bruises and cuts are evidence of the assault you endured. You struggle to speak, your words coming out in a weak whisper. "What... happened to them?"

"They've been expelled and they are not allowed to become hero's again. It's been delt with."

"And don't worry, your injures are mostly healed thanks to recovery Girl though you aren't allowed to do any hero training for a week. Just sleep kid, youll be fine" he said as he placed a hand on your forehead.

You drifted back to sleep.

Sleeping for another whole day.

You woke up, felling better then you did yesterday. You lifted the blanket and nobody was int he dorms but that's when you checked your phone. 2:45, all your classmates and Aizawa were still in U.A

You smelt horrible, and opted to take a bath in the boys dorms after you ate. You went over to cupboard and opened it, and saw (favourite snack) staring right at you and so you took it and ate it.

After that, you went to the boys baths and you took a quick bath, got out and put on some clothes. When you got back to your dorm, you notices it was 16:09 pm. They finished heroics soon so you just chilled in your room. Thinking about the attack on you.

Was it really worthit to beat me up to get excluded and not become a hero, but then Kyou crossed your mind.

What happened to him?

You zoned out before you heard a knocking on your dorm room. "Y/nnn, you there? We're waiting for you". It was mina outside your door.

"Coming." You say as you open your door to reveal the familiar pink, energetic girl facing you.

She dragged you out of your doom and down the stairs,

"We've got a present for you!" She says excitedly.

"For me?" You say as she continues to drag you. You get down the stairs.

When you two get down the stairs, you see most of 1a standing behind a table with things you couldn't identify.

"Go on, silly boy. Go see what it is!" Mina pushed you on and you walked over and scanned the items. Your facwpe way overjoyed as to what you saw.

2 bottles of male cologne, a pair of wireless headphones, and a the new album of (favourite music artist) song.

"Oh my goodness, thank you guys!" You squeal in joy.

"Don't thank us, it was Bakugos and Mr Aizawas idea" Yayorouzu said and both Aizawa and Bakugo denied it.

"This is also for you dipshit, if you break it!, I'll break you!. Understand!!" Bakugo shouted as he threw a brand new binder on your head.

You about to cry tears if joy, though that wouldn't make you a real man, so you sucked it up and said your thank yous to everyone.

"It's okay Y/n, we did this bescuse you deserve something that would make you happier afer the chaos." Deku said and you made satisfied smile.

Happy hoe much your classmates cared for you and Mr Aizawa.

This is a bit long again but it's worthit

This took me 5 days to write because I had writers block but I'm okay now so enjoy the last series.

This is the longest series I've done so far. I will post an after credit of some missing plot holes but apart from that:

I hope you enjoyed the "Out of the Shadows" series.

And remember: always drink water and eat food. You deserve it and shout out to all my trans guys, you guys are so kind.

Have a amazing day/night. ILY ❤️

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afandommultiverse · 1 year

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Being A Hostage for Colonel Miles Quaritch

❀ A/n: GUESS WHO LEARNED HOW TO DO SMALL FONT IN HTML!!?? Me🤭 lmao so new look now~ I don’t know if you guys noticed yet but yes, the hc’s with moons are all connected and have their own story playing out in them, kinda like chapters, however, I will still be making headcanons outside of that small story and they will have a different emoticon. Also I know the ‘headcanons’ read more like a one-shot and that’s my bad guys. I'm tryna figure it out but for now please enjoy this third installment of my Quaritch headcanons.🫶

Side Note: I have been fairly gender neutral for the reader up until this point but for my story and nicknames sake technically its written in AFAB, I will continue to keep it as neutral as possible but I am sorry for any slip ups!

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✿ picking up where we left off, Spider had been gone for a few hours and you were beginning to grow restless, starting to pace, first slowly then speeding up before finally you sat down and curled up into a ball. What were you going to do? You couldn’t help them, but you couldn’t let them kill Spider and you can’t afford the outcome of him seeing you die. Your main focus was getting him out of here

✿ however, your thoughts on how you were going to get him out were stopped by the sound of loud thudding footsteps near your door and the smell of blood. when the door opened you stood quickly, vigilant, ready to find the reason for such a smell. your eyes were on Spider, who was limp and nearly unconscious. running to him you hissed at the Colonel feeling stupid for having ever trusted him in the first place and as soon as Spider was laid down gently on the cot that was bought for them (Thanks Lyle), you swung

✿ Quaritch narrowly ducked, yelling out a quick “Hey now!” jumping back a few steps and fumbling, not having expected your aggressive behavior, you were quick but he was quicker, dodging you swiftly and finally when you lunged for him he grabbed you twisting and pulling around the room with each other before finally he had your front against the wall.

✿ he was a little pissed you squabbled with him but he couldn’t blame you, honestly, he’d looked like he had gone back on his word and he hated that. He didn’t care just because of you, no, he would hate for anyone to see him or know of him going back on his word, no one would tarnish that, especially not some ‘science nerds.’

✿ breathing heavily you cursed him out in your new native tongue to which he said “I know mama, I know they hurt your baby. I get it, okay? but I didn’t know a damn thing about it so stop taking this out on me, yeah?”

✿ this honestly only pissed you off more, having you thrashing in his hold relentlessly, it's then he push off of you a bit and in a quick flash flipped you around and pushed back into your space. your breath caught, the lack of air between the two of you not giving you much room to move in comfortably, but it wasn’t just that. No, it was also the smell of him, his freshly pressed and starched clothes were nostalgic of your own time in the marine corp, but underneath all that was the unadulterated smell of him. It makes your head dizzy 100%

✿ ngl he liked the way your eyes sorta glazed as you took him in, the smell, the gorgeous view I mean come on, and of course the feeling of him; pressed up against you, a little too much to just be fighting off any of your future advances. he didn’t mean to, honest, but he just felt pulled to you, physically and otherwise

✿ “Get off me.” you spit out with venom, eyes clearing and meeting his, slightly narrowed but not as much as before, sensing if you fought anymore it would just make things harder

✿ “Do you promise to be good?” you growled, something low and feral in the back of your throat before turning your head away sharply, annoyed and displeased that you had to submit to such a man (you lowkey like it though, cause bffr, ain’t nobody put your badass in check since you left the corp)

✿ “Good girl.” He could hear your heart skip a beat and grinned wolfishly, looking you up and down once more before backing away coolly and returning to spider

✿ Quaritch didn’t want to admit it, especially in the short time he has even known the kid but he was worried about him, unfamiliar with the device they had used on him earlier, he remembers a prototype that followed along that design when he was human but he didn’t expect it to go this far, seems he was wrong about yet another thing, which also pissed him off and while he was silently fuming he didn't notice you come sit at the head of the thin bed and pull spiders head into your lap

✿ when he did notice you, he watched the way you combed your fingers through spiders hair lovingly, moving it out of his face. you gently wet your thumb and wiped the blood off the top of his lip and looked hard for anything else wrong with him. Quaritch didn’t take his eyes off of you until you reached for the breathing mask you kept on the floor beside the cot and took a few deep breaths

✿ he figured he should as well as the pressure in his chest had begun to grow but when he took his last few breaths, the pressure had still not gone away. something in him wanted to say it was you but he internally rolled his eyes at that so hard that they damn near got stuck

✿ “I’m sorry, I didn’t know they would do that, the science geeks y’know?” shit you almost laughed, but instead, you shook your head and let out a deep breath.

✿ “What do you want with us, Quaritch? I won’t tell you where Sulley is.” he looked at you for a few seconds, honestly not knowing what to say, because he didn’t know what to do. he needed you guys for this mission, but keeping both of you around, especially this close didn’t seem like it would end well. for him or the general; he didn’t know yet.

✿ “I don’t expect you too, your boy didn’t,” he looked away, back down at spider, and tapped his arm twice before standing from his couch position. “He's strong, I’ll give him that. But I can’t just let you two go back, so we’ll keep you on for the ride, in the meantime you’ll be helping me and my team.” you quirked a brow

✿ “Helping you with what?” you didn’t like where this is going.

✿ “All things Na’vi of course.” he smiled and went to turn and walk out of the room, done with the conversation

✿ “Wait.” he paused, “if I help you, I need you to do something for me.” he turned, not promising anything, just curious to see what you would ask. “What?” you looked up at him and almost felt bashful, but the truth was you felt uncomfortable in your clothes, especially when you could feel the eyes of so many men on you, human and otherwise, raking you up and down like a piece of meat. they didn’t cover much more than what was needed and they seemed to take advantage. you didn’t miss that feeling at all since becoming one with the Na’vi, the people not as brash or disrespectful as the men here were.

✿ “could you bring me some clothes?” he wanted to laugh, the meaning behind the request almost escaping him but in two seconds flat he realized and it made his skin itch with irritation. the idea of anyone looking at you in a way you didn’t want began to tick him off. he blamed the reaction on the feelings he had for you prior to his death but in this new body those would be abolished, now the less he would respect your request, only to just keep your rapport, of course.

✿“Absolutely, sweetheart.”

❀ A/n: ahhh!! I’ve been wanting to get this out forever😩 but I've been working so damn much BUUUT I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Please leave any critique and don’t forget requests are open for anything!

#navi quaritch #avatar way of water #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #colonel quaritch x reader #colonel quaritch x reader fluff #avatar 2 #alien #pandora #headcanon #avatar headcanons #quaritch fluff #general headcanons

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alto-tenure · 10 months

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Hey remember those Japanese-exclusive prologues from a few days ago? If not, go read my post with Sissel's first. Capcom's Twitter just posted Lynne's, so here's a transcript of it!

When did it get so late?

Maybe if I leave the precinct now and really floor it, I can still make it in time? Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm a detective, after all.

Oh, who's that coming this way? It's the Chief of the Special Investigations Unit!

"Looks like you're all ready to go." "H-Hey, Chief...! What's up?" "What do you mean, 'What's up?' Don't tell me you forgot."

Drat! That's exactly what happened.

I was promoted to detective recently-- just this past autumn, in fact. And instead of some stuffy speech to mark the occasion, I said we should go for dinner sometime... I think.

"I'm so sorry! I... kinda have somewhere to be." "Now? And where are you going at this time of night, eh?" "Umm, uh..."

Look, I'm not some bad guy who can lie convincingly on the spot. I'm a detective, after all!

"Th-The junkyard on the outskirts of town." "The junkyard? You going there to throw something out?" "Not... exactly." "Then you're going there to pick something up?" "........."

Help. I don't know how to respond to that. Because that's technically what I'm planning to do... sorta.

The Chief's face clouded over in annoyance.

"I don't believe this. Are you saying garbage is more important than me?" "No, that's not it at all..." "Besides, you're the one who picked tonight in the first place."

Ah, I did, didn't I?

...Oh, well.

Guess I don't have a choice. I'll just have to go eat with the Chief.

And when I do...

I'll have to find the right moment to knock him completely unconscious.

Or would that be going too far?

Definitely not. The Chief would understand. This is an emergency. No one would ever blame me... Or is that only wishful thinking?

"...You're right." "Thank you." "Give me a second, though."

...To find the weapon that will hurt the least.

Just then...

"Ah, darn it!" "Chief?" "Sorry, but I'm going to have to reschedule." "Huh?"

Well, that was unexpected. ...As if this whole conversation we're already having isn't already that.

"I just remembered my wife asked me to take out the trash." "I-I see." "Before she gets home, I mean." "U-Understood, Chief! Loud and clear!"

I give him a salute as he leaves.

After all of that...

I guess trash turned out to be more important than dinner for both of us.

At least, that's what I'm gonna tell myself.

In any case, I'm glad that's settled.

Because I absolutely, positively have to be at the Zone D Waste Center tonight.

[Zone D Waste Center]

I'm running out of time, and the bad feeling I have is only getting worse.

If I don't hurry...

To be continued...

#ghost trick #lynne ghost trick

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justabigassnerd · 2 years

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I think I kinda... you know

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x reader

Word count - 1,471

Warnings - one swear word, rest is fluff

Song - I Think I Kinda, You Know (Ricky's Version) by Joshua Bassett

Summary - you finally felt ready to say those big three words, you just didn't know how to say them

A/N - yes I'm using an hsmtmts song for fic inspiration. Yes, I'm using Josh's version of the song because I'm seeing him in concert in London and I'm fecking hyped. I also kinda wanna write something based on 'Just for a Moment' or maybe just a Joshua Bassett song (maybe 'Anyone Else'???) idk hit me up with ideas. Anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

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You had been dating Peter for almost three months now and you knew with one hundred percent certainty that you loved him. He was the sweetest most genuine guy you had ever had the pleasure of dating and you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You had been sure you loved Peter around the two-month mark in your relationship, you just held back from saying those three words because you had no idea where Peter stood on everything.

Peter, of course, loved you with every fibre of his being. He’d been sure of it pretty much the moment he laid eyes on you but being in a relationship with you and getting to know you better and better with each passing day made his love for you increase tenfold. He wanted to tell you he loved you a month into your relationship he just held back because he didn’t want to overwhelm you. He wanted to wait for a perfect moment and wanted to gauge when you might be comfortable with saying those words too.

You’d been planning the perfect time to say the words ‘I love you’ to Peter in recent days. You didn’t want to say it in a public place, it should be a moment shared just between the two of you. You also didn’t want to accidently say it when he left the flat for one of his morning classes or when you left the flat in a rush to get to one of your classes. You figured a good time would be when the two of you had a moment of quiet between the two of you. No classes, work, or patrols to worry about. Just the two of you. Nothing more. Nothing less.

That day that the two of you finally had an evening to yourselves came quicker than you had expected. You hadn’t actually had time to rehearse saying ‘I love you’ to him so you had no idea how to go about it, but you just knew you weren’t willing to back down now that you had the chance. You decided to spend your evening together with a takeaway and a movie. As always, you had ended up completely curled into Peter’s side with his arm around you and his hand mindlessly playing with your hair while keeping his focus on the movie. Playing with your hair was an unconscious habit Peter had picked up early in your relationship and you wouldn’t deny that you loved the feeling of him messing with your hair.

“You look deep in thought there. Is everything okay baby?” Peter’s voice breaks the comfortable silence as he adjusts himself so he can look you in the eye.

“Everything’s okay.” You say, smiling softly. Peter returned the smile with one of his own, but you could tell by his eyes that he didn’t quite believe you.

“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” Peter says gently, cupping your cheek in his hand. You instinctively lean into his touch, letting your eyes flutter closed and burying as much of your face as you could into his palm. Peter let you have a moment before leaning closer, pressing his lips to your nose, and quietly encouraging you to open your eyes.

“There you are. Why are you hiding from me, huh?” He says lightly, moving his hand slightly so he could see your full face and making you smile a bit wider at his words.

“I want to tell you something.” You say, sitting up a bit more and removing yourself from Peter’s embrace so you could face him properly. Peter didn’t reply, he only took your hand in his and rubbed a thumb over your knuckles. A silent encouragement for you to continue talking.

“It’s nothing bad I promise it’s just I… god I don’t know how to say it.” You continue, your brain running at a thousand miles an hour as you try to figure out how to say what you want to say to him.

“That’s okay. Take your time. It’s just me and you.” He says sweetly, lifting your hand to his lips and pressing kisses all over your knuckles.

“I want to tell you that I…” Your brain lets you down once more and stops you from saying those three precious words as Peter watches intently, his large doe eyes filled with nothing but patience and understanding.

“You…?” He presses gently, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I think I kinda… you know.” You say, a feeble attempt to get your point across but to no avail. After a second failed attempt you squeeze your eyes shut and huff, frustrated at yourself.

“You think you kinda what?” Peter says, an amused tone to his voice that had your eyes opening curiously and the first thing you noticed was his grin. His all-knowing grin. That fucker. He knew what you wanted to say. He knew and he was just going to play dumb until you actually said the words to him. You could tell that he knew you knew he was playing dumb, but he wasn’t willing to give in.

“Okay, I don’t think. I know that I…” You trail off once more and Peter simply raises an eyebrow and hums in acknowledgment, playing with your now interlocked fingers absentmindedly.

“I love you.” You finally blurt out, making Peter’s grin grow ten times wider as he releases your hand and cups your face with his hands, bringing you in for a deep and passionate kiss. The kiss slowly evolved into you just pressing your smiles into each other as you broke out into relieved giggles that you finally said the words that had been screaming to be released for almost a month now.

“I love you too.” Peter says the second he pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours, noses brushing up against each other.

“Happy now?” You ask, laughing as Peter nods joyfully.

“Very.” He replies, bringing you in for another kiss. This time he begins to lay back on the sofa, bringing you down with him so you’re lying on top of him.

“Do you want to say it one more time for me?” Peter then asks when you pull away from the second kiss, a cheeky smile on his face.

“I love you.” You say, giving into his smile and puppy dog eyes immediately, kissing the end of his nose lightly.

“I think I kinda you know.” Peter teases, making you grumble and bury your face in his chest, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“You’re going to make this a thing, aren’t you?” You ask quietly, your words muffled in the soft material of his hoodie as you feel him nod against the side of your head.

“Absolutely I am, yes.” He agrees, chuckling and nuzzling his nose into your hair. Both of you smiling in each other’s embrace.

“I really mean it though Peter. I love you. And I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.” You say, moving your head to look up at Peter as he shakes his head with a fond smile before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Don’t apologise love. I held off saying it because I wanted to figure out when you might be comfortable with saying it and you beat me to it.” He says with a grin.

“I could tell from your face that you knew what I was trying to say. Why didn’t you say it first?” You ask, the question had been circling your head the moment you noticed his expression.

“You were brave enough to start the conversation, baby. I wasn’t about to steal your thunder.” Peter says sincerely, running a hand through your hair as you lean into the touch slightly.

“I love you so much, Pete.” You mumble into his chest happily, a lovesick grin covering your face. Now that you had said those three words to Peter, you felt like you could say them a thousand times over. You never wanted to stop saying them. All you wanted was for Peter to know how much you love him.

“I love you too sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.” Peter whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. You lay with your head on top of Peter’s steady beating heart, inviting your eyes to slip shut and for your brain to only focus on the steady thumping beneath your ear. You felt Peter’s hand massaging your scalp gently and felt him pressing light kisses to the top of your head. Those actions were enough to drive you towards sleep and you welcomed it happily, your mind swimming with thoughts about how lucky you were to have Peter Parker in your life.

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ladylynse · 6 months

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Happy Halloween! 👻

For continuing a three sentence fic - I’d love it if you wrote more of the second idea for “file cabinet” or the thermos/drowning fic

Links:

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/728500835869474816/i-went-on-a-trip-down-memory-lane-and-visited

https://ladylynse.tumblr.com/post/185211125716/hi-there-im-feeling-a-little-evil-today-so-how

Happy Halloween, Anon! I think the file cabinet was the more popular prompt with people, so I went with that one even though the temptation to torture Danny further was very much there. The original three sentence fic is copied here, and the rest is under the cut.

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Logically, Vlad knew Daniel couldn’t escape his current predicament without help, and the vultures—incompetent though they could be at times—were capable of handling the simple task of alerting Vlad to the inevitable arrival of Daniel’s little friends.

That didn’t stop Vlad from giving into the urge to pull open the middle drawer of his filing cabinet to make sure the little badger hadn’t woken up and escaped since Vlad had stuffed him in there upon Valerie’s unexpected arrival, though.

Vlad had gotten Valerie out of his hair sooner rather than later, and his newest invention had done the trick in taking care of Daniel since he was still unconscious, but Vlad couldn’t help but feel that the other shoe had yet to drop; he’d won this time, but he still half expected something to explode in his face whenever he opened the drawer to check that Daniel was still there, and he doubted he’d feel otherwise until Daniel woke up and was finally forced to come to the realization that he didn’t have the upper hand.

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In hindsight, Vlad supposed he should not be surprised that the other shoe had waited to drop until the little badger had woken up.

Oh, Daniel still didn’t have access to his ghost powers—Vlad had made quite sure of that—but it seemed that he was far from powerless.

Evidently, lock picking and untying knots had been added to Daniel’s repertoire, and Vlad would have to ghost-proof some cable ties in the near future. Daniel’s escaping the pilfered Fenton Fisher line was less of a surprise than his escaping the purloined Fenton Cuffs (Vlad had wanted to account for the possibility of another ghost helping him as best he could), since Vlad had no idea what he’d managed to use as a lockpick. Sam’s influence, no doubt. Her parents weren’t as high class as they liked to pretend, but Vlad had met them enough times even before moving to Amity Park to be quite sure she’d taught herself how to pick locks in early childhood.

Not that any of the particulars mattered when Daniel, freed of his bindings and his gag and now the filing cabinet drawer, was hurling priceless Packers memorabilia in Vlad’s direction and cursing up a storm while doing so.

“Language,” Vlad scolded lightly. He was intangible and floating just slightly off the ground, and he had a duplicate ready to ambush Daniel before he could grab something else Vlad didn’t want to be destroyed, but it was hard to keep up the pretence of indifference when he could hear something break as it hit the wall behind him.

Sadly, that was the reason Vlad was down to one duplicate.

Daniel scowled. “Says the guy who thinks butter biscuits is a satisfying swear. Seriously, get a better writer. Maybe you can hire the Ghost Writer because your original stuff sucks.”

“That’s not—!” Vlad bit off his protest. Daniel was trying to rile him, but at least when he’d started talking, he’d stopped throwing. Vlad let the duplicate lapse; he didn’t need the headache of splitting his concentration, and Daniel seemed bound and determined to give him a headache. “I’ll be frank with you, shall I?”

“I mean, I guess calling you Frank is a step up from what you usually want me to call you, but….”

Vlad heroically resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Let me be crystal clear. Whether you like it or not, you fell for my trap, and your little friends are going to be more than preoccupied with dealing with my employees. You may have escaped from a drawer, but you have not escaped this room, and you will not escape me. You do not have as many options as you seem to think you do.”

Daniel tilted his head. “You sure about that? Because I think you have it backwards. You fell for my trap, my friends are keeping your employees busy, and now you don’t have as many options as you think you do.”

Vlad shot him a withering look. “Bluffing will get you nowhere.”

“Who says I’m bluffing? Even if you don’t think we saw your setup coming a mile away after all those hints Skulker’s been dropping, Sam and Tucker aren’t my only friends.”

“The ghosts—”

“The rest of my friends are not automatically ghosts. Geez, don’t you stalk me enough to know that? Wasn’t that what all your creepy spy stuff was for? Learning everything about me and Mom?”

Vlad sighed, but Daniel would only keep interrupting. Vlad wouldn’t lose anything by humouring him on this. “I can handle your sister.”

“Okay, one, she’s gotten better, and two, she’s not who you’re missing, so it’s a moot point even if you don’t believe me.” Daniel grinned. “So how about some show and tell?”

The final words were pitched louder and carried an emphasis they shouldn’t have, given the mundane nature of the conversation, which should have been Vlad’s first clue. Or perhaps his second. Third? The first clue he shouldn’t have missed, anyway.

But hindsight is always 20/20.

“I dunno,” said Valerie’s voice above him, clear even above the whine of her charging ecto-gun. “You told me a lot, and this showed me a lot, and I didn’t hear a lot of denying going on where it mattered.”

Vlad slowly raised his hands, though that was more for the show of it than anything else. Half the weapons he gave Valerie wouldn’t work on him, or at least wouldn’t work well—if he could figure out a way to exclude his ecto-signature and therefore being recognized as a ghost, he’d done it—but she wouldn’t know that.

Besides, being shot with an ecto-gun in this form would hurt more than it would a regular human, even though he’d set these sorts of weapons to automatically adjust and downgrade their charge should they ever be aimed at him or one of his duplicates.

“Whatever lies Daniel has been telling you—”

“He’s not the one who’s been lying to me,” Valerie hissed, and as Vlad finished turning to look up at where she was perched at the window entrance she always used, he realized that her weapons were not lit with his ecto-energy but with Daniel’s.

They had planned this.

Daniel really hadn’t fallen for his trap; he’d waltzed into it and turned it to his advantage.

Butter biscuits.

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Here With Me Part 31 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: The Makars + Kelsey head to the family lake house to start off their week there. Cribbage is not Kelsey's game... FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Author's Note 2: IT'S TAYLOR'S BIRTHDAY! And that deserves a new chapter.

Warnings: relationship tension, awkwardness // Word Count: 6,734

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Thirty

When Kelsey awoke it was to Taylor’s lips pressing featherlight kisses to her forehead as she slept snuggled into his chest. Blinking away sleep, she gazed up at him as he peered down at her with warm grey eyes.

“Morning.” He mumbled. “Must have worn you out yesterday.”

“What time is it?” Kelsey asked, not ready to make the effort to move to look at a clock.

“Like 9.” Taylor replied.

For Kelsey that was definitely late but yesterday had been exhausting both physically and mentally. Sighing softly, Kelsey stretched against him, attempting to coax her body into regaining function.

“Guess we should get up.” She murmured reluctantly, not really ready to leave the confines of his warm embrace.

“Can cuddle for a few more minutes.” Taylor assured her, his fingers brushing through her slightly tangled hair. Nodding, Kelsey hugged him tighter and relaxed against him basking in the stolen moments before facing the world.

Eventually though her bladder also woke up and Kelsey groaned as she pried herself off of him needing to throw on clothes to head to the bathroom and get ready for the day.

Running through her usual morning routine, Kelsey put on a light coat of makeup and brushed her hair before throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts even though if today was anything like yesterday she was going to end up a little bit cold. She hadn’t expected temperatures to be this low when she had packed.

Once she was as ready as she could be, she made sure her suitcase was organized and moved it to the top of the stairs to take down when she went. With Taylor in the bathroom shaving as she had requested, Kelsey popped her head in to see if he needed her help with anything. Assured that he had it under control, Kelsey stole a kiss on his cheek before gathering her things and heading down to see if there was anything she could help his parents with, be it breakfast or loading a car.

“Good morning.” Laura greeted her warmly the second Kelsey stepped into the kitchen. “You guys slept in. Your hike yesterday must have worn you both out.”

“Guess so.” Kelsey shrugged. “I hope it’s okay we slept in.”

Immediately, Laura shook her head and laughed softly.

“Kelsey, you’re on vacation hun, of course it’s okay you weren’t up with the sun. We aren’t on any strict time frames. Make yourself a cup of coffee and relax.”

“I’m okay. What can I help with?” Kelsey inquired.

“Nothing right now.” Laura assured her. “Have a cup of coffee and help yourself to whatever you can find for breakfast.”

Nodding because she wasn’t about to fight with Taylor’s mom about this, Kelsey got herself a mug from the cabinet she’d learned held them and picked out a coffee pod, starting it in the keurig. Then she returned to the fridge which was basically bare and cabinets trying to find something to eat. Spotting a gluten free pancake mix, Kelsey pulled it from the cabinet and cross checked the required ingredients with what was left in the fridge finding that yes there were enough eggs for her to make up a batch.

Cracking the eggs and adding the oil and water, Kelsey measured out the pancake mix and whisked it together before pulling out a pan and spatula. While the pan got hot, she sipped at her coffee, jumping when a pair of arms slid around her waist from behind.

“What’cha making?” Taylor asked as her body unconsciously relaxed back against him.

“Pancakes for us. I’m assuming your parents already ate.” Kelsey murmured, scooping a bit of batter into the pan to start sizzling away. Flipping them as needed, Kelsey went through the bowl of batter forming a plate of golden brown pancakes next to the stove while Taylor watched.

The fact that she had come downstairs on her own knowing his parents were probably up and the fact that she had felt comfortable enough to dig through cabinets and start cooking breakfast had him looking at her with extra fond eyes. He wanted her to feel comfortable here and this was the first morning she seemed to be truly at ease, just being the girl he was in love with without the tension and stress that had plagued her all week.

As she finished up the last of the pancakes, Taylor stepped away to pull maple syrup from the fridge along with some butter, placing both on the kitchen island. Then he proceeded to start a cup of coffee for himself before rinsing the dishes Kelsey had used. Together, they sat on the barstools at the kitchen island and divided up the pancakes before topping them to their preferences. While they ate, Taylor’s knee bumped against Kelsey’s causing her to smile.

By the time they had finished and had hand washed all the dishes, Gary had popped in three times, greeting them good morning but clearly waiting for his son to be finished to be put to work. When he swung back into the kitchen a fourth time, Taylor could only roll his eyes in amusement, having observed the same thing.

“So I figure we’re taking separate cars since you and Kelsey will be coming back Friday for the wedding.” Gary declared.

“Fine by me.” Taylor agreed as Laura also joined them in the kitchen, now dressed and looking like she was ready to hit the road. “I was wanting to show Kels Lundbreck Falls on the way so that way you guys won’t have to stop if you don’t want to.”

“We haven’t stopped there in a while have we?” Laura inquired. “That actually sounds like a really nice idea.”

Taylor shrugged in response while Kelsey attempted to downplay her confusion. She assumed Taylor was talking about a waterfall but beyond that she knew nothing. But she was along for the ride so whatever stops they made along the way she was fine with.

First though they had to get the cars loaded, so Kelsey finished off her coffee before washing her mug, ready to carry her bag out to whichever car it was going in.

Despite the insistence by all that Taylor could handle loading the cars, Kelsey refused to let him do it all, instead toting cases of water and alcohol and bags of non-perishable food that had been bought to take down as well as her own bag. Filling up water bottles for the drive and grabbing some light snacks, Kelsey filled the passenger compartment of Taylor’s relatively nice beater.

With both cars ready to go, Taylor chatted with his parents about the trip and how they’d meet at the falls in about two hours. Using the bathroom before they left, the house was locked up and they headed to their respective cars with Laura directing Taylor to drive safe. Taylor programmed the gps on his phone and got a playlist going before backing out of the driveway once his parents had left from behind him.

Before fully leaving Calgary, Taylor stopped for gas but then they were on their way, views of the city and its suburbs turning into countryside with every kilometer.

“Do you need the heat or seat warmers on Kels?” Taylor asked about thirty minutes after leaving his parents house.

“A little more heat couldn’t hurt.” Kelsey agreed softly. “But focus on the road not on me.” She added as he fiddled with the heat dials to direct some warm air into the compartment.

There was nothing but farmland as far as the eye could see and Taylor joked that the drive would get more interesting…eventually.

Eventually still hadn’t come by the time he took an exit ramp two hours into their trip. It was maybe a minute later when he pulled into a parking lot next to his parents car and turned the vehicle off.

Climbing out, Kelsey heard the sound of fast running water while she stretched. After doing the same, his shirt rising to reveal a peek of abdominal muscles that made Kelsey a bit weak, Taylor took her hand and guided her toward the sound. After just a few steps, the reason they had stopped here came into focus. Two forty foot waterfalls appeared in front of them and Kelsey could only smile. Given the surrounding geography she certainly hadn’t expected this. The sound alone was serene and Kelsey closed her eyes for a moment just taking it in.

“Worth the stop?” Taylor whispered to her, a smile present in his voice as he squeezed her hand.

“Yeah.” Kelsey agreed, opening her eyes once more to look around.

“C’mon. Let’s go down below.” Taylor directed, gently tugging her along the path to a set of steps that descended. As they reached the bottom, Kelsey spotted Taylor’s parents also taking in this change of viewpoint. If it was possible, it was even prettier from down here and Kelsey’s smile only grew.

While Taylor chatted with his parents about how the drive had been so far, Kelsey pulled out her phone to take a few pictures of the falls. Repocketing the device, she leaned into Taylor’s body for a moment before following after him as he started walking around the rocky area bordering the river that created the falls. Each time he stopped to take something in, he pulled her against him and Kelsey hugged him tight just enjoying his touch.

After exploring and taking it all in, they started to head back to the stairs to return to the cars when Laura stopped them.

“Let me get a picture of you two before we go.”

The request caught Kelsey off guard, but Taylor didn’t seem opposed so she just wrapped an arm around him before smiling for his mom’s camera. Looking at the pictures, Laura seemed pleased and nodded at them that they could move now.

Having climbed the stairs back to the parking lot, Kelsey spotted the bathrooms and declared that she was going to go before they got back on the road. Since Laura and Gary had gone when they arrived, they decided that they would just get back on the road and would see them at the lake house after stopping for some groceries since Taylor had a key. Once Kelsey and Taylor had both emptied their bladders, they climbed back in the car and Taylor adjusted the gps for the address of the lake house.

The drive started the same as it had been but it quickly became clear that they were approaching a more mountainous area as the terrain changed. As quickly as they started driving through trees instead of fields, the roadside in front of them turned to rock on either side.

“What’s up with that?” Kelsey murmured.

“There was a rockslide a long time ago. Killed and buried like a hundred people.” Taylor explained.

“Mother nature can be brutal.” Kelsey acknowledged, but it was crazy to think that all of this rock was from that. What it must have been like to be nearby when that happened.

As they continued driving, Kelsey snacked and sipped at her water just taking in the views around her. Mountains, lakes, and numerous trees were a stark contrast to the first half of the drive. After that it wasn’t long before they crossed the border from Alberta to British Columbia and Taylor informed her that they had about an hour left.

While he’d been fidgety the whole drive, now Kelsey could tell that he was starting to get excited too. Resting her palm on his thigh she looked at him and took in the change in his body language.

“I can’t wait to show you the lake.” He grinned. “You’re gonna love the stars.”

The closer they got, the more Taylor told her about the lake house and the memories his family had made there. With the way he talked, Kelsey could tell it was a really important place to him and that he was eager to arrive.

Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until he was turning off the road they’d been on for the last hour and a half and the gps signaled that they were less than 5 minutes away from their destination. As he pulled into the driveway, a cute grey house appeared in front of them.

“We’re here.” He declared, putting the car into park. Gathering her water bottle and purse and the snacks and trash from at her feet, Kelsey climbed out of the car. Taylor was waiting for her just a few steps away and she followed him up to the front door, waiting for him to slot the key into the lock to let them in.

As the door opened, Kelsey was greeted by light floors, light walls, and dark kitchen cabinets. Stepping forward, she set everything down onto the countertop beside her before continuing to look around. In front of her was clearly a combined dining and living space. A few other doors led to what she assumed were bedrooms or bathrooms or something.

“Gonna open a few windows to let some fresh air in.” Taylor declared, “but the bathroom is second door on the right.”

Nodding, Kelsey moved to use the bathroom given all the water she drank in the car. When she was finished and had washed her hands, Taylor used the bathroom as well before they headed back outside to bring their bags and everything else that had been loaded into their car inside.

Initially, everything just landed in the kitchen until it was all inside and Taylor could provide further directions on which room was theirs and where things needed to go. Kelsey assumed some drinks would go in the fridge and some would go elsewhere but until that was confirmed she just waited. She also needed Taylor to direct her to where the kitchen trash was to clean up their mess from the car.

After closing the trunk and locking the car, Taylor came back inside and moved to grab both his bag and hers.

“Our room.” He declared, tilting his head in a c’mon motion as he walked around the island to the door immediately on the left and across from the bathroom. It was a typical bedroom with a closet, bed, two nightstands, and a small dresser. Plopping their bags down on the floor near the bed covered in a navy comforter, Taylor turned to her.

“Let’s put the rest of the stuff away and then I’ll give you a tour.”

Returning to the kitchen, Taylor and Kelsey worked their way through the things that had been packed in their car, popping some of the alcohol and sports drinks in the fridge before stashing the rest past the first door off the kitchen which was a utility room/storage closet. After being directed to where trash bags were stored and the trash can was located, Kelsey put a bag in the can and disposed of the trash from their trip. It didn’t take long for them to put everything else away in its proper place so Laura and Gary didn’t trip over it all when they arrived.

“Do I get the tour now?” Kelsey questioned.

“You’ve seen the kitchen, storage, bathroom, our room.” Taylor declared, pointing as he started walking through the house. “Dining table is small but pulls out. Living room. Cale and Tracy’s room. Back deck.” Following him, Kelsey took in everything he pointed out, looking outside at the large back deck.

Instead of going outside though, Taylor turned around and headed back toward where their bedroom door was. Trailing behind, Kelsey descended the steps as Taylor pointed out his parents door at the bottom of the stairs. To the right was another living room with a large TV mounted on the wall and a plush couch alongside the glass fireplace with another bathroom tucked underneath the stairs.

Opening the door leading outside from downstairs, Taylor motioned for her to come out with him. Outside was a patio with outdoor furniture that just needed cushions and a fire pit. And as she stepped outside, Kelsey could see the glimmers of water reflecting off the lake from approximately 40 yards ahead of her as the yard gradually sloped down, turning to rock before meeting the water’s edge. There were trees blocking the view of the lake from being fully clear across her periphery, however, from here she could see the dock poking out into blue water.

Feeling drawn to it, Kelsey padded down the pathway toward the dock, Taylor now following her lead. As she got past all the trees the lake as a whole opened up to her and Kelsey could only smile. No wonder Taylor liked it so much here. There was something about the clean air and sound of the water lapping gently against the rocky shore that felt serene and simple and pulled the tension from her body.

After a moment, Taylor’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind and Kelsey sank back against him, bodies pressed close, her head resting back against his shoulder as she traced patterns along his forearm. These were the special moments, the ones where neither needed to speak in order to communicate. The ones where Kelsey could feel how much he loves her just through the easy stillness of his usually restless body, the secure but gentle way he held her.

Her trip had been so chaotic the first few days but all of it was worth it to have moments like this with him. She’d travel to the bottom of the ocean or to mars for moments like this.

Though she wasn’t sure how long they stood there just looking out at the lake and enjoying each other, it had to have been at least 10-15 minutes. They probably could have stood there longer if it weren’t for the breeze coming across the lake that made a cooler summer day feel chilly. Sensing that even Taylor was cold, Kelsey twisted herself in his arms, pressing up a bit to kiss him deeply, her fingers brushing against his jaw.

His fingers, in turn, grazed along her lower back as he kissed back and when they were both semi breathless they broke the kiss, making their way back up to the house to close the windows that had been opened and hopefully warm up a bit.

Stepping inside, it was clear that Taylor’s parents had also arrived as footfalls echoed from upstairs. Following the sound, they headed back up and greeted his parents who by the looks of it had already taken care of the windows, unpacked everything, and were starting on dinner. While Taylor helped his dad with cleaning and starting up the grill, Kelsey offered her assistance to his mom in seasoning and preparing the food.

Passing the food off to the boys, they grabbed drinks and headed onto the deck where there was a table and chairs for eating but also another seating area. Popping open a cooler, Kelsey sank into one of the more comfortable seats and pulled her legs up under her, having taken her shoes off while inside. It was cool but otherwise a beautiful evening and Kelsey could only smile fondly, watching Taylor talk animatedly with his dad while the food cooked.

“How are you feeling after today Kelsey?” Laura questioned, looking over at her from the chair beside her.

“Glad to be out of the car. Excited to see why Tay loves this place so much.” Kelsey shrugged.

“You could probably tell Tay doesn’t do much driving.” Laura teased.

“He was fidgety the whole time but beyond that fine.” Kelsey assured her. “Even if he doesn’t drive much he’s not a bad driver. Just a long drive and I’m used to doing the driving.” She clarified before taking another sip of her drink.

“My boys never could sit still.” Laura admitted. “Hence why Tay has taken over the grilling.”

“He grilled when we went to Connecticut for a weekend, it was good.” Kelsey said.

"He definitely seems to enjoy it." Laura declared.

"Well I enjoy it too. He can cook for me any day." Kelsey replied, laughing softly. “One of the things that tells me he was raised right.”

“Don’t give me too much credit. I think he only knows how to grill, steam broccoli, and cook eggs.”

“He’s made me homemade mac and cheese and we cook together somewhat regularly so he’s got a few more cooking skills than that.” Kelsey insisted, causing Laura to nod thoughtfully.

“Food’s up ladies.” Gary called as Taylor worked to pull all the food from the grill. Grabbing her can, Kelsey moved from her chair to one of the ones around the outdoor dining table. Gary brought over plates and silverware from inside while Taylor brought the food and Kelsey breathed in the smell wafting from the tray. Delicious.

“Looks and smells fantastic T.” She murmured, wanting her boyfriend to know she appreciated his efforts. His cheeks turned a bit pink but his expression was proud as he settled into the seat beside her.

Once everyone had gotten a portion, they dug in and though it wasn’t a complex meal it absolutely hit the spot after a long day.

“So are you up for some board games after dinner Kelsey?” Gary questioned lightly.

“Sure.” Kelsey agreed, unsure of what exactly he had in mind but willing to go along with it.

“Have you ever played cribbage?” Though Gary asked the question, it didn’t even need to be answered as Kelsey’s face morphed into confusion, never having even heard of it before. “Well then we’ll just have to teach you.”

Popping another bite of food into her mouth, Kelsey nodded. If they were willing to try to teach her she was willing to try to learn.

“Sounds good.” She verbalized once she had finished chewing.

Light conversation continued while they ate and Kelsey nudged Taylor’s foot occasionally, keeping some level of contact with her boyfriend through the rest of dinner.

When plates were cleared, Kelsey offered to do the dishes. After all, the closer the sun came to setting, the cooler it felt and Kelsey fought back shivers as goosebumps covered her arms.

Heading inside, Taylor followed after her, carrying the rest of the dishes before starting to set up the indoor table for games while his dad cleaned the grill for later use and his mom meandered her way in. It didn’t take long for Kelsey to load everything into the dishwasher and by the time she had finished and used the bathroom, everyone was waiting for her to join them, a fire burning in the gas fireplace to take some of the chill off the room.

Sinking into the chair next to Taylor, Kelsey looked at the game set up in front of her. There was a deck of cards and a board with pegs. As Taylor dealt out cards, Gary started explaining the ultimate goal of the game, what cards were worth, and scoring. And though she was paying attention, it all went right over her head, making absolutely no sense.

“Once we start playing it’ll be clearer and with 4 people you play with partners so I’ll walk you through it.” Gary assured her from his seat across from her.

Taking his word for it, Kelsey took her cards and did with them as directed, playing what she was told by either Taylor from beside her or Gary from across from her as they went around the table. Still, her eyes were glazed with confusion as she had no idea what was happening or why even as they explained it. Game play changed though she once again had no idea why and still had no idea what anything was worth. Looking at her hand Gary explained what it was worth and why as he moved the scoring pegs but there was no way Kelsey would be able to figure it out on her own.

It seemed so easy to the rest of them and Kelsey frankly felt stupid for not understanding. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to having and she took a steadying breath to try to prevent herself from getting worked up.

With a few more pegs being moved for reasons Kelsey couldn’t identify, the deal shifted to Laura and it all started over again. Attempting to play a card on her own, Gary quickly corrected her and Kelsey let out a silent sigh before nodding and playing the card she was instructed to. Why couldn’t she play the card she had picked out? The whole point of the game made absolutely no sense to her.

But she didn’t say anything, letting them tell her what to play and what not to play and score for her as her confusion continued and she stared blankly at the cards. She wanted to understand but no matter how hard she tried it just didn’t make sense. Feeling tears well in her eyes, Kelsey pushed her chair back and stood up from the table.

“Gonna get water, just play for me.” She mumbled. Wasn’t like she had really been playing for herself anyway. Unfortunately the kitchen was literally right there so they could still see her as she made her way toward the cabinets and fridge to get a glass with ice and water. Closing her eyes to blink the tears back while ice filled her cup, Kelsey took a deep breath and then switched to filling it with water. The game had to end eventually right? And then she could maybe suggest playing something else. Something that didn’t make her feel like an utter moron.

Gulping water down, Kelsey topped off the glass before turning to the table and sinking into her seat. As soon as she did, Taylor’s hand dropped to her thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth slightly.

“Count is 18 Kels.” Taylor murmured.

Sighing, Kelsey moved to play a random card because she was past the point of understanding anything.

“You should play the 7 instead.” Gary directed. “You’ll get points for a pair.”

Without saying a word. Kelsey played the seven and diverted her gaze to the fireplace watching the flames flicker and praying that the game would be over soon.

When it came back around to her, Kelsey tried to play another card only to be told she could only play the 2 without going over 31. Pegs continued to move and Kelsey let Gary count her cards not even attempting to understand where he got the point count he did anymore.

As she dealt the cards for the next round, Kelsey could only hope that this would be the last one. She didn’t even care who won at this point. She was literally just going through the motions to get the game over with.

Hearing “that’s game” as Gary moved pegs was the biggest relief and Kelsey reached to help gather the cards as Gary put the pegs and board away.

“Alright. You guys can go do whatever.” Gary declared drawing another look of confusion from Kelsey.

“We can play a different game.” Kelsey whispered.

“T can show you the cabinet and you can pick something out.” Laura agreed as she got up from her own chair heading toward the bathroom.

The cabinet in question was only a few steps away from the dining table in the living room and Taylor opened its doors to reveal their collection of games before stepping aside. Kelsey couldn’t fully read his body language but she wouldn’t be surprised if he was disappointed with her.

“I’m sorry I’m too stupid to understand cribbage.” She whispered. “I really tried to get it.”

Looking through the game boxes, Kelsey pulled out Catan though it was unclear if anyone actually still wanted to play games or not. She and Taylor had played a two person version when they were in Connecticut so even if the 4 person version was slightly different, it was the same overall concept.

Returning to the table, she started to set the board up, arranging the tiles, getting the dice ready, and doling out pieces by color. Then she sipped at her water while taking calming breaths while she waited to see if everyone would return.

After a few minutes Laura and Gary returned to the table calling for Taylor to come join them. Refreshing themselves on the rules quickly, they rolled a die to see who would go first before starting gameplay. Getting their initial pieces on the board they went around the table, rolling dice and collecting resources. It was amazing how much more fun a game was when you understood how to play it even if you weren’t winning.

Early on it seemed like Gary was going to kick all their asses to the point that Laura and Kelsey began refusing to trade with him. Given that Taylor was still basically silent that meant Gary no longer had anyone to trade with and his progress slowed. He was still just as chatty though, making up for the fact that Taylor was quiet. As the game progressed it became clear that Gary wasn’t the one they should have been worried about. Despite making no trades, Taylor won the game handily.

Now that Kelsey understood their strategies better she could adapt her own. As such, she suggested they could play again if everyone was down.

Hearing no complaints, they cleared the board to restart, rerolling the die to determine order and setting up their starting positions. When Taylor still got one of the prime starting locations Kelsey mentally sighed. He was going to kick their asses without saying a word again wasn’t he?

Glancing over at him while they played revealed a determined look on his face but beneath that his expression was blank. He still hadn’t said a word to her since they finished that awful game of crib and she knew that he wasn’t happy with her. That all her efforts to not create drama and have a good day had failed because of her inability to understand a freaking game. Her stupidity.

Though her stomach was swirling, Kelsey tried to keep things light, focusing on the game and at least not coming in last. Once they were alone, she could try to figure things out with Taylor.

As their second game progressed it seemed like Gary might take this one but at the last minute, Taylor swooped in and stole the game out from under him making him the ultimate victor of the night.

“I think I’m going to go take a shower if that’s alright with everyone.” Kelsey declared, not really wanting to play anymore given Taylor’s silence.

After helping to clean up, Kelsey moved to get pajamas and her personal products before retreating to the bathroom, towel in hand. Not bothering to turn the water temperature up much past freezing, Kelsey undressed and climbed underneath the spray. In a way it felt like penance for once again messing things up.

At the same time, Laura had pulled Taylor downstairs and was hugging her baby who had been unusually quiet for the last few hours.

“What’s wrong Tay?” She questioned gently.

“Just frustrated.” Taylor said, fatigue in his voice.

“What are you frustrated by?” Laura pressed.

“Just…everyday something else comes up with Kels.”

Laura didn’t reply, instead rubbing her hand up and down Taylor’s back until he moved to pull back.

“I’m just tired of it.” Taylor said.

When Taylor didn’t say anything more, Laura spoke softly.

“How can I help?”

“Tell Kelsey I just need like a half hour alone to regroup and then we can talk?”

“I can do that.” Laura declared, giving Taylor one more squeeze before heading back upstairs to wait for Kelsey to finish her shower.

By the time Kelsey got out of the shower she was chilled to the bone and had cried all she could cry. Neither the towel nor her thin summer pajamas did much to warm her but as she went about her normal evening routine she did her best to block it all out and cover the signs of crying, not wanting Taylor to know.

Except as she exited the bathroom, Taylor wasn’t anywhere upstairs. Instead, Laura was the only one she could see, standing at the kitchen counter putting water into an electric kettle.

“I was going to make tea, join me for a cup?” Laura requested. “Taylor is downstairs, he just needs a few minutes.”

Kelsey really didn’t want to deal with Taylor’s mom alone but a nagging voice in her head was screaming ‘DON’T CREATE ANY MORE DRAMA!’

So instead of the ‘no thanks’ that she wanted to say, a meek ‘sure’ spilled from her lips as she passed into her and Taylor’s room to put her things back in her bag. Taking a deep breath she steeled herself to return, standing on the opposite side of the island from Laura as she pulled down two mugs from the cabinets.

From downstairs, Kelsey could hear the sound of video games. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Taylor was doing.

“What kind of tea would you like Kelsey?” Laura asked as the kettle started to boil beside her.

“Doesn’t matter.” Kelsey shrugged. “Long as it doesn’t have a crazy amount of caffeine.”

After putting a tea bag in the mug and pouring water over it, Laura slid it and a spoon across the island.

“It’s a sleepytime blend.” Laura said. “Sugar is in the corner and milk in the fridge if you want either.”

Nodding, Kelsey just stirred the spoon in the mug aimlessly as the color grew darker.

After a moment Laura moved toward the living room and Kelsey followed after tossing her tea bag, relieved to see the fireplace was still going and picking the spot on the couch closest to it, her skin aching for any warmth just as her hands had with the mug.

“How are you settling in Kelsey?” Laura asked after a moment from the chair across the room.

“Fine.” Kelsey murmured over the rim of her mug as she blew on the liquid inside.

“Just let me know if there’s anything at all you need.” Laura urged.

Nodding her head once, Kelsey let her gaze drop to the flickering of the fire beside her.

“When are Cale and Tracy coming?” Kelsey asked softly after a few minutes as the question came to mind.

“Last I talked to them they were planning to be here mid afternoon tomorrow.” Laura replied. “I was told to plan on them for dinner.”

Though she had secretly been hoping for more time, another few days would be ideal, at least she could attempt to mentally prepare for more of Taylor’s family in this enclosed space.

“Okay.” She murmured, taking a sip of her tea now that it had started to cool.

As Kelsey stared off into the flames again, the volume from the tv downstairs disappeared and Taylor’s footsteps echoed as he climbed the steps slowly. She didn’t dare look up but after a minute the other end of the couch dipped and Kelsey felt Taylor’s hand graze over the foot she had tucked underneath herself. It wasn’t much…but it was something.

Knowing that Taylor wouldn’t want to get into anything while his mom was in the room, Kelsey just focused on drinking her tea and trying to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. She just wished she knew what Taylor was thinking, how mad he was at her for everything that had happened.

Eventually, movement from across the room caused Kelsey to look up and she watched as Laura took her mug to the kitchen, placing it into the dishwasher before she returned to the living room.

“I’m going to head to bed but if you need anything just come get me.” She stated, though Kelsey wasn’t sure who that was directed to more, her or Taylor.

Though Kelsey expected Laura to approach to hug Taylor goodnight, Laura first appeared in front of her, bending over and opening her arms for a hug. It was not something Kelsey was prepared for but she complied, allowing Laura to hug her. Releasing the hug, Laura moved to Taylor who had stood for his mom, wrapping his arms around her and accepting her kiss on his cheek.

Biting her lip at the affection they expressed, Kelsey got up from the couch to go put her own mug in the dishwasher. She was fairly certain her own mom had never hugged her like that, not even when she was little.

Murmuring goodnight as Laura headed downstairs, Kelsey looked over at Taylor, unsure of what would happen now.

“Want to talk?” He questioned, the sound of his voice almost jarring after hours of silence.

“Yeah…” Kelsey nodded, moving back towards the couch and Taylor where it was warmer. “Again…I’m sorry I’m stupid…”

“It’s my fault.” Taylor replied. “I guess I wasn’t fully prepared to help you adjust to everything and it got overwhelming.”

That was not at all what Kelsey had expected him to say and she twisted her torso a bit to face him from where she had buried herself into the corner of the couch.

“So you’re not mad at me?” That wasn’t what she expected to say either but the words slipped out before she could stop them.

“Kels…” Taylor breathed. “No, I'm not mad at you. Come here.” As she shifted out of the corner, Taylor’s arm draped across her shoulders. “It’s just frustrating that you’re still struggling to relax here even though I know you’re trying...that’s all.”

“So we’re okay?” Kelsey questioned, chewing on her lower lip again. “Because I know I’ve been causing you stress but I’m trying not to…”

“We’re okay.” Taylor affirmed. “I just got overwhelmed. But I played Mario Kart for a few and it’s all good now.” His thumb brushed over her upper arm as he spoke and Kelsey closed her eyes, basking in his touch.

“All you have to do is tell me if you need some time alone, Tay. I get it.” Kelsey breathed. “We just need to remember to communicate.”

“I promise I will.” Taylor declared. “So long as you come talk to me if something is bothering you.”

“Ok.” Kelsey agreed. “But I’m okay now that we’re okay.”

Kissing her head, Taylor shifted to lounge more against the corner of the couch pulling her with him and tucking her against his side fully.

“I love you Tay.” She whispered, her fingers playing with his as he held her. “And I am happy I’m here with you.”

“Love you too Kels.” Taylor echoed, giving her a little squeeze that told her he was happy she was here too.

After cuddling for another 15-20 minutes, Taylor nosed her head.

“I should get a shower before bed.”

As much as she didn’t want to get up, she wasn’t going to begrudge him that, so she shifted away allowing him to stand.

“Okay. I’m probably going to head in to meditate and settle in bed.”

While Taylor got his things for a shower, Kelsey got water to take to bed. Given everything, Kelsey could use the time with a centering meditation to fortify her.

By the time she had finished, so had Taylor and as he handled his things, she pulled the blankets back on the bed for them to slide under the covers. Sinking into bed herself, she waited for him to approach before opening her arms.

“Can I hold you?” She questioned softly. It wasn’t something they had done before, he was always the one holding her, but tonight Kelsey needed to feel him in her arms instead of the other way around.

Nodding, Taylor slid in beside her and laid down with his back toward her before snuggling back into her arms. Cradling his body, Kelsey wrapped an arm around his side, holding him to her as she breathed into his shoulder blade.

And either Taylor was exhausted or he enjoyed being held like this because it wasn’t long before his open mouth breathing filled her ears signaling he’d already fallen asleep.

Focusing on his scent, Kelsey also found herself drifting off, her body finally filling with warmth once again.

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lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: Hi everyone, I’ve had a crazy couple of weeks at college between assignments, deadlines and presentations, so this chapter is a tiny one. Hope you guys enjoy it.

masterlist / ao3

CHAPTER XII: CHANGING WINDS

As things slowly settled and arrange themselves. All Ophiuchus wishes to do is show his mate his court, is pick her brain about anything and everything.

He catches the moment Taran and Daphne slowly start to make conversation with her. Slowly pulling her from the shell she seems to have around herself.

“She does that a lot,” a voice moves him away from his thoughts and he turns his head slightly to see the High Lady of Night, and his mate older sister glancing towards where he was looking, “ever since she was but a babe, long before she was made, retreat into her mind.” She adds, before looking at him. “She does seems comfortable with you and your court.”

“I’d like to think so.” Ophiuchus hums. “But that’s not what you want to say to me.” he adds, because it isn’t, her shoulders are tense and she’s going back and forth saying whatever she’s about to say.

“She’s a child.” Feyre’s voice is lined with protectiveness, with worry and slight grief, “She’s been through a lot in the past years. So be patient with her.”

“I do not intend on hurting my mate.” He says back, normally he wouldn’t even entertain replying, specially considering what could be seen as a the veiled implication in the words, but his mate. His lovely sweet-eyed girl seems close to her family so a bit of unusualness on his behavior isn’t Ill warranted.

“I don’t believe you do,” Feyre hums, “when do you plan on leaving?”

“As soon as all is settled which seems like any moment now. Considering we’ve all decided our next steps. The quicker we move, the quicker we will have answers.”

“At least we have time to gather those, things here tend to be more of a ‘it’s-already-happening-and-you’re-only-now-being-made-aware.”

“So I’ve heard...”

“Gossip travels fast, as the wind doesn’t it.”

“Yes, it does. Spymasters help though, for those of us who aren’t Daemati that is.”

Feyre just gives a nod.

“The wards are ready if you are to leave.” Kallias says, approaching the two. “But I ask you to wait Feyre, Vivianne has something she has for your baby.”

“For Nyx?” Feyre says surprised.

“Some tradition on her region of the court is to gift a protection token to the children of friends once they’re born, she wasn’t familiar with human customs so we were waiting for his first birthday.” Kallias explains, as Rhysand moves standing beside Feyre a curious look in his eyes. “Yet considering all going on she though fitting.”

Vivianne arrives then with a box, “he had to ruin the surprised apparently… here.”

“That’s…” Feyre’s voice is awfully touched before she even opens it, “By the Mother Vivianne is beautiful, thank you.” In her hands was an woven blanket with protective runes in a dark grey color.

“The runes will make sure he’s warm,” Vivianne says with a small smile, “and also will keep the blanket from tangling on him.”

“Thank you.” Rhysand says.

And Ophiuchus has a feeling that something deeper was just resolved by the gifting of the blanket.

Yet the rather peaceful and harmonious atmosphere vanishes when in one second he feels something tightening in his chest, his fingertips feel cold and a noise of glass breaking.

He turns around to find his mate unconscious being held up by Daphne.

“Not again,” Nesta says, beating him to approaching her, as Daphne gets her to one of the chaise chairs in the room.

Nesta is quietly reaching for her wrist and he moves blindly kneeling bedside her trying to figure out what’s wrong. He’s about to ask why all other three sisters seem relatively calm when Reverie’s eyes flutter slightly an soon enough she’s awake again, blinking quickly, a small frown settling on her beautiful face.

“Less than a minute,” Elain says to her.

“Careful,” Nesta says as she helps her sit up.

“Here,” Elain says, handing her a glass of water.

Ophiuchus frowns when her hands are shaking, almost violently as she takes the glass and brings it to her lips.

“Before you ask no she’s not sick, it’s chronic has happened ever since the Calderon and it’s not contagious whatsoever.” Nesta says, her tone cold as she fixes Ophiuchus with a half glare, that reads protectiveness.

“Are you feeling okay?” Ophiuchus ignores the eldest Archeron his focus on his mate.

Reverie nods, but her eyes drop away from his the second they meet, she moves giving back the glass to Elain. “are we to go now?” She asks quietly.

“I believe we are to, unless you don’t feel like traveling yet.”

“No, we can go.” Reverie says.

“We will settle things, give you time to say your farewells,” Ayla says and moves pulling at Ophiuchus arm so he moves.

….

“You sure you’re okay?” Feyre says moving to sit beside Reverie.

“I am,” the female nods and her eyes catch the blanket. “Oh that’s lovely. It’s for Nyx?”

“Viviane’s gift.” Feyre says with a nod, “but Ria, don’t change the subject.”

“As I said to Nesta, I will be fine.” Reverie sighs, “it’s good that it happened here, they know that it’s not that much of a big deal.”

“It will always be a big deal you dropping out of nowhere.” Nesta says shaking her head.

“It will get better, it already is much better,” Elain says quietly, squeezing her sister’s hand.

“Okay…” Feyre breathes in, “you are to write, and warn us if you need something, anything, we shall get it to you.”

“I will.” Reverie nods.

“And if you want to come ba-“

“I will call Nesta,” Reverie reassured once again.

“Just say the word and we get you, Little Sister.” Cassian says.

Reverie nods.

“Nyx will miss you,” Feyre says, softly.

“And I him, but we will meet soon, yeah?”

Feyre nods, “come on we three will walk you to the winnow point.”

The goodbyes to the others are quick but kind and soft. Her sister’s found families, the ones who have treated her with kindness and understanding.

Nesta loops her arm with Reverie’s as they move towards the exit of the winter castle.

“He will take care of you, I feel like.” Nesta says quietly, which coming from her is a lot. “he didn’t waver or blink towards me even when I pushed him, his eyes and attention hasn't left you at any moment. He might be discreet about it but it’s clearly there.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“You’re worried.”

“How couldn’t I be?”

“Fair. You would be foolish not to.” Nesta says, “but in no sugar coating…”

“You wouldn’t do such.”

“No I wouldn’t,” Nesta smiles, “mating bonds are so veneered for a reason. He’ll figure you out, and you him. Things will be okay.”

“I hope so.”

“Well Lainey seems pretty convicted.”

“That’s true.” Reverie replies, as their shoes crunch as they walk over the snowy trail to the place where the Dusk Court members are.

….

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