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blueroses789 · 2 years

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From Green to Blue

Chapter 4: What you have

Next chapter: Memories

Armin and Biannca team up to help you.

Oh boy so it's been a while since I've been posting. Schools almost over so hopefully I will have more time. Anyway I was inspired by Count On Me by Bruno Mars. It a really nice song and I thing it suits this chapter well.

Warnings: Angst

Smut

Mental health crisis

MDNI: 18 plus

Horrible. Ugly. Broken. That was all you felt as you looked into the mirror. In the two weeks since your breakup you had lost weight and all around stopped caring. A hand graded itself through your hair. Ew. It was actually greasy. You brought a hand up to your mouth and breathed. Coughing, you stepped back. Disgusting. Though not surprising as you’d spent the past few mornings throwing up over a toilet. “Y/n, are you okay?” The door creaked open as Armin stuck his head in. You couldn’t stand the look in his eyes. The pity they held made you want to throw up all over again. “I’m fine.” Armin didn’t buy it, and you knew. His eyes went from you to your phone by the sink. Guilty, you turned away. Looking at your phone was something you had tried not to do. But fuck, it was impossible. Something inside of you kept making you want to know every detail. What were they doing right now? Was she sleeping next to him? Were they….? Your stomach clenched, acid boiling. You doubled over. Tears burned your eyes. Armin rushed forward, gently grabbing your shoulders. He pulled you into his arms. Shaking, you allowed him to hold you up. “I can’t stand it Armin.” You were choking. Something had a vice grip around your neck. It was like you were dying. You wanted to die. Did you want to die? Were you actually going to even consider the possibility of ending your life? Humiliated. That's what you felt. The fact that you were brought to your knees was horrible. It made you feel small. Insignificant. Armin placed his hand on your head. For the longest time you two stayed silent. Your shoulders seemed to sag as the weight of your situation temporarily left you. Exhausted, your eyes closed and you drifted off into a half sleep. Armin was saying something while. His hand brushed your hair. Kisses peppered your forehead. He whispered in your ear. “It’s okay.” The tears that had temporarily been at bay seemed to surge forward once again. “Armin.” Whimpering, you buried your head into his chest. “It hurts” Even though you didn’t see it, Armin’s blue eyes brightened with tears. It hurt him on another level that he could not fully understand. A pain in his chest seemed to be worming its way to his heart. “I know.” It was all he said.

“I know.”

Biannca’s arrival at Armin’s house came as a surprise. Armin was the first one to get to the door. They’d met before, so Armin let her in. Even though you were in the living room and tired you could hear Armin and Biannca’s voices. “How's she doing?” You didn’t hear what Armin said afterwards. Looking up from your computer, you saw Biannca walk in. She looked tired, her usually immaculate box braids a mess. For a moment the two of you looked at eachother. Without a word she ran up to you. It came as a shock to the strength she brought you into her hug. But it didn’t matter. It made you feel better, less alone. “I’m so sorry Y/n! I should have told you earlier but Hannah and Eren had already told you. I saw them at a bar and I wasn’t sure how to break it to you.” “Wait what?” Breaking apart, you looked up at her. Biannca looked from you to Armin. Looking back at you, her eyes seemed to shiver. Taking a deep breath, Biannca took a set. “I saw Eren and Hannah at a bar. And I think it was on the night he….left you.” She looked at you nervously. It was like a slap to the face. You already knew that Eren had hung out with Hannah leading up to your break up. But hearing about it all over again seemed to bring the pain back. The thought of them going behind your back and talking about you hurt on a level that tore you up inside. As you lay at home they built their relationship, not giving a shit about you. “I’m sorry.” Biannca looked at her feet. You shook your head. “It’s not your fault.” It was hard enough trying to deal with Hannah and Eren, she didn’t want to fight with Biannca as well. And it wasn’t fair to Biannca, because it wasn’t like she was at fault. “Do you want to talk about it?” The thought made you sick. Reliving it was hard enough in your dreams. You didn’t want to speak about it. Not yet anyway. You weren’t ready.

Biannca had left shortly after. It just made you feel worse. Had you pushed her away by your unwillingness to talk? You ended up collapsing onto the couch, whole body hurting. Suddenly you jerked up with a hiss. Your chest hurt. More specifically, your breasts. Armin sat down beside your layed out body. “Everything hurts.” You groaned. “Emontionaly?” “Everything.” He sighed and ran a hand through your hair. The sensation wasn’t helping your fatigue. But you didn’t care. Your eyes closed as you let sleep take over you.

The hallway was long. As you walked down it you could hear noise up ahead. Wait. Was that moaning? It sounded familiar. You continued down the hall. The moaning was becoming lower. Every footstep was becoming slower. And slower. It was like walking through mud. Your feet were unbelievably heavy. You looked down as if looking for chains. Nothing. So you continued on. Soon the door was just beyond your fingertips. So, you pushed. And with a creek it opened. Your fingertips pushed the door opened. And then the view changed. Suddenly, you were above, looking down. Hannah’s blonde hair was like a halo around her head. Gasping and panting, her nails dug into his skin. Eren’s dark hair was like a waterfall protecting Hannah. His hands tightened on her waist like he once done to you. They looked at eachother, eyes filled with love. And then he bent down and pressed his lips to hers. Then the scene changed. Now you were in a cathedral. You were in the audience. Eren was at the front, wearing a suit. You tried to sit up but found you couldn’t. A woman walked up, wearing a beautiful white dress, veil covering her face. Hannah gazed up at him. No. No! You wanted out. You didn't want to see him. It was too much.

Bile hit the back of your throat. Heaving yourself over the couch, you staggered to the bathroom before hurling your guts into the toilet. Tears poured down your face as the acid burned your throat. Sobbing, you collapsed onto the floor. You were so tired. If only everything would just stop.

Biannca was in a rage. She had rarely ever felt as strongly as she did now. The only time that had come close was that one stupid family gathering were her aunt critizised her for not having a boyfriend at her age, whatever that meant. Hannah hadn't been answering the phone lately. Not a big shock since Biannca did have some choice words to throw at her. So Biannca did the last resort, visiting her. She walked into the lobby and into the elevator. It felt weird coming here and not seeing Y/n. Y/n. The heartbroken look on her face just fueled Biannca. “Deep breath.” It was going to take anything to not yell at Hannah. And why did Hannah do it? After losing her own boyfriend one would think Hannah would be more sympathetic. Ting She had arrived.

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I hope your concert was fun last night <3 did you have a favorite song that was played live?

HI ILY sorry it took me so long to get to this. Honestly im not sure? Normally my answer would 100% be hoty, but they played this different almost acoustic version which was beautiful but not the version I prefer.

I think I’d have to go with my blood or guns for hands. my blood is just. perfect. there’s really no other way to describe it. It’s SUCH a good song, especially live like the vibes are immaculate. plus the visuals for my blood this tour were fucking incredible, there were so many skeletons and jack o lanterns and it was so autumny and halloweeny. I loved it so so so so much.

And guns for hands was truly something else. First of all the RAB video montage at the beginning was just. AUGH. plus the song itself is just a celebration of life and being alive, and there’s no better place to listen to it than in a room full of 20,000 other people feeling the same things. I just felt so at home in that place and moment with that song, and it’s been so so so long since I’ve heard it live, or heard it at all for that matter, (I don’t actually listen to vessel all that often), so it was just so special.

#:’( i miss my show #roadwrkahead #ask

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party-lemon · 3 years

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This is gonna be a long post, y'all, mostly cause I like sharing things I like on the internet. So here is

A List of my Top Ten Favorite Albums (So Far) and Why (In No Particular Order)

#1: I Love You Like a Brother - Alex Lahey

Released: October 6, 2017

Genre: Alternative Indie/ Rock

Ahhh, I recently discovered this album (after knowing only the titular track for, like, a year) and it is so good. A running theme will be alternative, rock-ish albums and this is the perfect example of an alternative rock album. I won't get too hung up on genres but this album is fantastic. There's, honestly, nothing overly spectacular and wowing about it but that's what I like about it. It's so simple and I love it for that. It sounds like the soundtrack to a cool, indie movie.

#2: Razzmatazz - I Dont Know How But They Found Me

Released: October 23, 2020

Genre: Indie pop/synth-pop/pop rock

I adore this album. This is in the top 3, if I were to narrow down this list. I went through a period where I listened to this album on repeat for two weeks. Don't get me wrong, 1981 Extended Play was fantastic, I love all of IDKHow's work. But this. Razzmatazz is so unafraid to be weird. There's all sorts of instruments in here that you wouldn't expect but they just work. Saxophone solos? In 2020? It works better than you think. And don't even get me started on Clusterhug.

#3: Hesitant Alien - Gerard Way

Released: September 29, 2014

Genres: Alternative rock/Britpop

Also another album I have listened to for two weeks straight. Where do I start? Like almost every song on here is so unique and different from the other. The Britpop feel is immaculate. Action Cat and How It's Going to Be are some of my favorite songs ever. Brother...speaks for itself. I could go on and on about what I love about Hesitant Alien but it would be so long so I will refrain.

#4: Revolution Radio - Green Day

Released: October 7, 2016

Genres: Punk rock/alternative rock

This album shaped my entire junior high career. I listened to this album (and all of Green Day's discography) non stop. I don't listen to it as much anymore but anytime a song off of it plays, I remember how much I love this album. I don't particularly think it's Green Day's best album (that title will always go to American Idiot) but Revolution Radio just holds a special place in my heart. It was the soundtrack to my life during 7th and 8th grade and introduced me to so many other bands (like My Chemical Romance).

#5: Blurryface - Twenty One Pilots

Released: May 17, 2015

Genres: Rock/Pop/Pop rap

I know, I know, Twenty One Pilots. I'm sorry. But Blurryface is really good. Like, with every other TOP album, I skip a track or two but there is not a bad song on this album. It's so intense sometimes and then, boom, Tear in my Heart and We Don't Believe What's on TV. So good.

#6: The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Released: October 20, 2006

Genres: Rock/Punk rock/Alternative Rock

I had the hardest time choosing between The Black Parade and Danger Days. Don't get me wrong, I adore Danger Days. The storyline, the energy, the different sound. But The Black Parade is poetic. It is theatrical and heartbreaking and angry. Dare I say, one of the greatest concept albums ever. There are no lulls. It does not miss a beat, even with Teenagers. Danger Days may contain my favorite song ever but The Black Parade is immeasurably stunning. An absolute masterpiece, if you will. Such a fabulous album.

#7: Melophobia - Cage the Elephant

Released: October 3, 2013

Genres: Alternative rock/Indie rock

I have really grown to love Cage the Elephant and Melophobia is absolutely amazing. This album feels kind of different from the all of the other ones on this list and I can't quite put my finger on why. Hell, I can't really explain why I like it so much. Melophobia is just different and I like it. Every track is so good, the rough sound on some of the songs gives a garage band vibe. The poetry at the end of Teeth is so cool and Cigarette Daydreams is the epitome of every rom-com indie movie soundtrack.

#8: The Click - AJR

Released: June 9, 2017

Genres: Alternative indie/Pop

Apparently people don't like AJR or think they're cringy or something...? I don't care, I love this album. It tackles so many topics about growing up, wanting to just skip to the good part of life, and feeling so lost in adulthood (and sort of life, in general). Plus, AJR's sound is strange but I really like it. They use a lot of trumpets, which is great. And they do this in a living room! The Click just handles itself so well and tries to make you feel okay about being grown and it doesn't care if it fails.

#9: Hawaii: Part II - ミラクルミュージカル (Miracle Musical)

Released: December 12, 2012

Genres: Pop/Ballads/Electronic/Just kind of everything

Literally the weirdest music I listen to and man, is it great. Hawaii: Part II is interesting, to say the least. I think you're bound to like at least one song on here just because it has a bit of everything on it. It is just sort of a trip to listen to. A good one, mind you. Nothing can really describe this album, you just kind of have to listen to it.

#10: Rumours - Fleetwood Mac

Released: February 4, 1977

Genres: Pop rock/soft rock

What a classic, honestly. I wish I had been listening to this sooner (I only recently started listening to Fleetwood Mac) because Rumours is a masterpiece. The entire album feels like the soundtrack to an indie movie (if you couldn't tell, I'm really into indie movies). Never Going Back Again is such a flawless song. The Chain is badass. Second Hand News? Dreams? Just every song is great. And Fleetwood Mac is such a badass band, too. I could rave about Rumours for a while so I'll stop now.

Honorable Mentions:

Danger Days - My Chemical Romance

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? - Billie Eilish

Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace - Foo Fighters

Save Rock and Roll - Fall Out Boy

(This doesn't even include musicals cause there would be a few of those making the list)

Um, if you made it down to here, thanks for reading. 10/10, would recommend all of these albums, give 'em a listen.

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oksana-moods · 4 years

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Ghost of you - Part 1

Summary: This story begins before CAWS and will develop following the movies. Our OFC was being held by Hydra, who is trying to create a new super soldier. She has a past, which will haunt her untill it comes to bite her. Slow burn. Plus, the title is a song from My Chemical Romance and brings a lot of ofc’s point of view; I was inspired by a lot of songs and I’m sure you’ll recognize a few. Trigger warnings: Violence, bad language, angst. If you find any other, I’ll be glad to add.

“And I remember now, at the top of my lungs in my arms she dies At the end of the world, or the last thing I see.”

Pain.

It’s all void, but pain.

Pain.

It’s like a faint light in the back of my mind telling me to move, but it hurts.

It’s too much.

I feel lightheaded while I slowly drift into consciousness, and it hurts.

Pain.

I become aware that I am laying in the cold ground, I just don’t know where, I can’t remember. I try to turn to the right, but the sharp pain on my left says to me that I broke one rib or two, maybe more. But how?

What am I doing here? Where is here?

I can feel a split on my lip, my cheek has a gash and when I rise my left hand, I see something like a metal glove. Wait. I try to move to have a better look at it…

Pain.

I curse under my breath; my chest is heavy.

I try to look at my hand again. With shaky breath, I realize that I’m not looking at a glove. My whole forearm, from right below my elbow to the tip of my fingers, it’s all made of cold metal. What. The. Fuck??

I gasp. When did this happen? I had two perfect flesh arms, didn’t I?! Why can I remember what happened to me? I lay my head back on the ground and close my eyes. I try to search, but that is nothing to grasp on my mind, I can’t remember a thing. It’s all gone. I take a deep breath and I try harder, try to think of something, anything at all…

And then, like seeing a movie scene from a foggy screen, it’s hard, confusing even, I see a woman. Of course, I don’t know who she is, but it’s something, at least. I’m outside a… bar? A Club? I’m not sure. I am looking at a blond woman, she gives me a wide grin, takes the key from my left hand (oh my, I knew it, is a flesh hand), climbs the motorcycle in front of us. After she turns the engine on, she motions for me to climb as well. Without missing a beat, I am hugging her waist and then we go. Who is this woman? What happened to my arm? To me? I need more answers, I need to dig further, I need more memories. I feel tired, but I push it away. I search, dig throughout the emptiness of my brain…

And here it comes, another flash of foggy memory, will it be the same wo…? Before I could finish, I see myself standing on some sort of park. I’m looking at such pretty little girl wearing a red shirt, her hair is everywhere trying to ride a bike. I feel myself smiling at her. ‘Look at me, I am doing it!’ She laughs and I feel my heart so light at that moment. ‘Yes, you are, sweetie’. I smile back at her as she comes to hug me. ‘Thanks for teaching me, aunt L..’

No. No, no, no, come back. Arg! I needed that information. She was about to say a name. With a grunt I turn to my side, this time it hurts a bit less. Guess I’m getting used to feel like shit. I blink twice, for a moment I think I passed out and started to dream, but no. I’m wide awake. I’m about to grasp a piece of memory in the back of head once again. I close my eyes and there it is… I blink twice. The shades failing in keeping the sun rays out of the room, but I can’t bring myself to care. Just when I turn to my side, a smile creeps itself into my mouth as my eyes land in the goddess laying centimeters away from me. Perfect silk skin, the most beautiful curves my eyes have ever seen. Having her this way, so bare, immaculate even and there’s nothing I wanna do but to stare in awe. Her eyes stir open. They focus on me. Holy, she’s perfect. ‘Morning...’ She flashes a smile and my heart flutters. She brings her incredible warm hands to touch the military tag resting in my chest. I move my head to kiss her hand that are now touching my cheek. ‘I didn’t know you were wearing my former tag among yours’ She says. I kiss her hands once more before replying ‘That way I can feel you close to me. Close to my heart whenever you’re not around’. The look in her eyes could light up a hole city, priceless, so full of passion and warm and… ‘I lov…’

All I can see is darkness. I’m back to the same place I was before. Instantly missing the warm those memories brought to my chest. I try to go back to that sunny room, but to no avail. I can’t access that memory again as I realize my mind starting to drift off, to go blank. I feel nothing but pain, as darkness embrace me.

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I’m jolted awake as the door is burst open by a man wearing black tactical suit. I try to move away, but he takes three steps way too fast. He picks me up by my collar and arm with a deadly grip. Ouch, this is going to leave a bruise. He punches me in the face. Hey, what the hell. Before I can even muster some words, he says: “ready for the next session?” “wha.. what?” “what do you remember, bitch?!” “I…hm. I… nothing. Who are you?” Another punch, and I feel a crack in my nose. Did this idiot just broke my nose? “Don’t lie to me, woman. What do you remember? Answer me. NOW!” He violently pushes me, so I hit the wall behind me… Suddenly, just like a dream, or a snap, that foggy screen is back. I’m in a doorway, looking at that blond woman again. And God, is she beautiful. She’s wearing a leather jacket that I recognize as my own. I walk towards her, within her personal space. I brush our noses when I see the corner of her lips twitch, ever so slightly, then she pushes me causing my back to hit the wall. She takes two steps. She’s so, so close that I can breathe her breath. My eyes are closed since I’m about to taste…

I’m brought back to reality by being hit square in the face again.

“Stop.” I mutter, now lying on the ground. “Ok. Ok. I remember a... a woman. A blond woman, we are…” I trail off trying to find the correct words. What are we? Who is she? “We are friends. And… And a little girl. That’s all!” I stutter out because that big Glock in his waistband is not friendly at all.

“Aaarg.” He grunts and pick me up again, pushes me to the wall once more, punches me twice and drags me out of the room, or should I say cell? After a few turns through corridors, we arrive in a room, or a lab, with very strange devices and a chair, in which he drops me and ties me, all the while smirking at me. He saw the very confused look in my face, he squats a bit so he can look me dead in the eye. “You are going to break, eventually, woman. I am going to break you. And, in the end, all you will remember is despair. Nothing, but despair.”

I probably lost my mind, or I don’t know, something in his voice made me mad. Made me burn with angry. I totally lost my mind, because I was tied in a crazy chair, in a creepy room, having my ass being beat out of me, but what did I had to lose? All I could feel was this flame in my chest, and boy, it burned. This man could have the upper hand, but I refuse to go down that easy. Next thing I knew, I was spiting blood is his face giving a very blooded grin. I was mad. “I wanna see you try, barf bag. I’m not breakable!”

Of course, his answer was another punch, and my nose did break this time. However, before he could do anything else, the man with a white coat spoke: “Sir, she’s very strong, her memories are very strong. She’s too attached to them. Is hard to erase everything without killing the subject”. Wow, now I became a subject, was this a research facility? Did I volunteer for something? No, not likely. If I had, why would they kick me, punch me and walk around with guns? I’m brought back from my reverie when the ‘doctor/scientist’ speaks again “We could use a different approach, though.” “Which is…” My ‘friend’ in black was losing his patience. I was getting under his skin; I just didn’t know if it was from today or previous encounters. “I think that, since erasing is not working just as it did with the Soldier, we could try to manipulate her memories. Put her through erasing process one more time, and then replay some specific memory, a very painful one a few rounds. It will take time, but I am sure it will be affective. The only memory she’ll have will be one that she’ll beg to forget.” My eyes went wide. I just don’t know what to think. What are these guys doing? And why are they doing it? “Well well, Doctor List, now I know why you are in the payment check.” He turns to face me. “Still think is funny, bitch? You’ll break as it seems.” I spat again, on his feet this time “I will come for you” Oh, I swear I’ll wipe his smug face with my bare hands. He smirked at me “You won’t remember who I am”. He looks at the doctor. “Go on, doc!”

Apparently, this was what the doctor was waiting for. He turned on a few devices and pressed some buttons in the computer whilst I saw and felt some sort of slab, better yet, a helmet closing around in my head. The doctor pressed my cheeks so I’d open my mouth and he could shove a plastic mouthguard inside it. I was about to spat it when he calmly said, “I think is better for you to keep it.”

Nothing, and I do mean nothing, could prepare me for the excruciating pain that I instantly felt when the machine sent electric shock waves to and through my brain, through me.

I must’ve screamed, because I saw the man in black smiling.

Pain. Why are they doing this? I can’t hurt anymore.

Pain.

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I was leaning on the kitchen counter facing the blond woman once again. However, this time I’m feeling a pang in my chest when I look at her eyes. ‘I need to go. This time I think will be longer’. She says and I sigh looking away ‘Then, what are you still doing here?’ It’s her turn to sigh ‘Please, you can’t make me choose between my heart and my responsibilities’. Oh, that line lights a flame inside my heart. ‘I am not. There is nothing to choose. Not now, anyway.’ She throws her hands in the air ‘Why… dammit. Why are you being this cold, this heartless?’ Pain and rage are doing this crazy mix inside me. She has the nerve… Why is she mad? She doesn’t have the right to. She is the one leaving. I grit my teeth ‘Me, I’m being heartless? How long do you think we could keep playing house, pretending… dreaming that I am important, that I’m good enough? You said yourself, you have your responsibilities and there’s nothing I can do. So, forgive me if I am being a bit too cold right now. I’m just trying to protect what’s left from my heart.’ Now, that was a deep cut. But I can’t withdraw my words, if she’s hurting so am I. Right now, she’s standing right next to the door. Hands on the doorknob, but it feels like she’s squeezing my heart. Maybe, because she is. We lock eyes, and all I can see is sadness in those brown pools. ‘It’s not easy for me either, you know’. She gives me a humorless smile. I had to close my eyes to brace myself for what’s coming next. The final strike, the final hit to shatter the remaining pieces. ‘Guess we are too good at goodbyes, by now’. All I can hear is the door closing and I refuse to open my eyes and face the empty house, the truth. Because opening my eyes is realizing, is to accept the reality. She’s gone. For good this time. She’s right. I am used to goodbyes, way too much for my liking. Pain. I feel some shock waves again in the back of my mind.

Pain.

I have a helmet in my hand and I’m walking towards a chopper. ‘Hey.’ I look up to see the beautiful blond waving and smiling at me. She’s wearing a green flight suit, climbing into some sort of fighter, but this one is different. I smile back ‘Have a nice flight, Cap’, before climbing on my chopper and taking-off. After a few minutes, the radio goes off with the blond’s voice ‘mayday, mayday’. All I can hear is some distress sound. I try to respond but there’s no reply. I look down to the TCAS’s screen and I see her fighter descending way too fast to be good. Tracing a path to where the fighter is headed, I turn the chopper and go as fast as possible. Not long till I see the fighter’s right wing on fire. ‘C’mon C’mon’ I said to myself. I contact the base and tell them to send a medical support to our coordinates, but I can barely hear the response as I watch the aircraft hit the ground in a clearing. My heart drops. When I spot two forms outside the plane, I release a breath that I didn’t know I was holding ‘Son of a bitch, if she isn’t the best pilot’ I laugh to myself. I was flying over the woods, almost reaching their location, relief was washing over me, but was short lived ‘cause I see some sparks near the crash and… ‘NOOOO!’ I shout when an explosion comes from the crash. My heart stops. Truly, stops. It can’t be. No, no, no, no. ‘She can’t be gone’. Then, all I see is white.

Pain.

A helmet in my hand and I’m walking towards a chopper (What? It can’t be). ‘Hey.’ I look up to see the beautiful blond waving and smiling at me. (oh, no. Not again) She’s wearing a green flight suit, climbing into some sort of fighter. ‘Have a nice flight, Cap’ (No, stop. I cannot see it again) I hear ‘mayday, mayday’ And some distress sound. I try to respond but there’s no reply. Not long till I see the fighter’s right wing on fire. I watch the aircraft hit the ground in a clearing. (What is going on?) I see two forms outside the plane. I was almost reaching their location when I spot some sparks near the crash and… (NO. NO, PLEASE. I CAN’T WATCH HER DIE AGAIN) ‘NOOOO!’ (NOO!) I shout when an explosion comes from the crash. ‘She can’t be gone’. And then, white.

This scene, this memory, is being looped in my brain over, and over, and over. I wasn’t counting how many times. I was hurting. My heart was being ripped from my chest over, and over, and over. I was being broken from the inside out.

Pain. And I see her die again, and again, and again.

Pain. And I do nothing, but to scream again, and again, and again.

Pain. And all was left is void.

Pain. And darkness, and despair.

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black-quartz-sphinx-judge-my-vow · 3 years

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Exalted 3e Villain Analysis

When I was first going through the various Adversaries of the Righteous, I skipped right past Adeimantus, because I’m shallow. His art just isn’t evocative. But ho boy! Beneath that pale, bland exterior lurks a villain worthy of an entire campaign. So let’s talk about that.

Adeimantus is the ruler of a utopian City from the Shogunate named Beimeni-Ta. A city which was consumed by the Wyld ages ago. It now creeps into Creation like an infection transforming cities and slums into itself.

What a great freaking idea, wow. The sidewalks the towers, the people all transform into echoes of a golden age lost to time. Can’t you just see the brick back alley suddenly becoming a marvelous marble tunnel? The building torn halfway between one style and material and the next? The crowds of excited peasants waiting for their shacks to complete their transformation into mansions? Now that’s a threat! How do you even deal with something like that? Do you burn down the infected part of your city to keep it from spreading? Do you jail the new citizens to stop the from singing the praises of utopia, and converting more people to their cause? Or do you go after the Raksha that’s behind it all?

What I like most about Adeimantus is that he’s totally on the up and up, at least in my interpretation. He’s not doing this because he wants to eat every baby in Creation. He genuinely wants everyone in the world to live in his perfect city. So much in fact that he has a charm that not only changes the city to match the desires of an individual, but he himself changes to match that desire.

After the players have defeated Adeimantus and sent his city back to the mists: “That’s alright, we’ll start over as many times as you need. This is all for you.”

Which brings another terrifying aspect of Adeimantus into view. When he vanishes, so too does the city, and all of it’s people. Any buildings and individuals changed by Beimeni-Ta get whisked away to the Wyld, even victory can mean that a entire slice of a city is amputated. Spooky.

As far as a combatant, meh. If you’re using Adeimantus to beat people down, you’re doing it wrong. Although he does have a knife that can make you ugly to anyone who can read, which is fun. His main power in combat comes from his ability to summon battle groups of his followers to attack the pcs. Plus ya gotta involve the city itself in any combat you do. Potholes open up beneath your feet, shingles slide off the roofs onto your head, and other such irritants. Maybe give the city it’s own initiative, and stat block, why not?

His real strength comes from his ability to manipulate intimacies. Not only can he instill them in people through their dreams, but he can also make you disregard any that make you oppose him. Very fun, and could be interesting if you have players who are very dedicated to rp. Otherwise think of all the NPCs you can target, and turn against the players. Now that’s high drama. Solars want to live in Utopia too right?

Especially since as I said before Adeimantus is a chill dude. He doesn’t want to resort to violence, he rules a utopia, and wants to share it’s bounty with the world. Of course his Utopia ends up being pure madness when it returns to the Wyld, but no one seems to be dissatisfied.

So I’ve gushed on about this beautiful bald man long enough. What are some ways you can use him in a game?

1. A world saving device was once held in Beimeni-Ta, and it’s needed once more. Do you: look for a city infected by Beimeni-Ta. Crusade into the wild to reclaim the lost city. Or maybe infect a nearby city, long enough for the vaults of Beimeni-Ta to manifest.

2. Beimeni-Ta begins to arise within Great Forks. How does the city of a thousand gods react to such an intrusion? Is the draw of Utopia enough to tempt even a deity? Or do they hold firm as more and more of their followers join the cult of Adeimantus?

3. Every Winter Adeimantus visits a struggling village in the north, and provides them with supplies needed to survive the harsh winter. What scheme is he up to? It’s been generations since he started doing this, and no apparent harm has been done. The villages are convinced he’s a benevolent god of winter, how will they react when the players try to destroy him before he can corrupt their village?

4. Beimeni-Ta is ruled not only by Adeimantus, but also a Senate of Demons. So this Fair Folk, has an alliance with demons, as well as a permanent city in the Wyld. There’s something deeply interesting going on with Adeimantus. In his Stat block it does say the Senators are Raksha too, but I much prefer him being a complete weirdo. But as for plot hooks. A city has already fully fallen to Beineni-Ta. Now there is only one thing left to do. Characters must introduce a bill to the demon senate which will revoke the city’s hold on creation, at least this part of it. Can the pcs, get it through sub-committees, and over come a filibuster lead by a second circle demon?

5. Burns 100 Poets is a monk of the Immaculate order who has thrice vanquished Adeimantus from creation. He carries the weight of the many poets he’s killed to keep Adeimantus from spreading his corruption. He is retired now nearly 200, and works day and night to craft the poems which could have been were it not for his diligence. He may hold valuable information in how to stop Beimeni-Ta from spreading. However this gentle poet of an old man may suggest methods the pcs would consider frightful.

Finally let’s talk about a campaign that has Adeimantus as it’s big bad.

I call this one: Lookshy, Rise of The Shogun.

The basic premise of it being Beimeni-Ta was a city during the Shogunate Era, a pretty important one. Reclaiming it would finally give The 7th Legion reason to accept a new individual as Shogun.

Act 1

The Players, Dragon-Blooded protectors of Lookshy are tasked with looking into strange happenings around the city. The marching band plays a song hundreds of years out of date, a new building appears seemingly out of nowhere. Things escalate when a section of the city’s rampart’s becomes infected with shiny new lightning ballista. Suddenly the General Staff is torn on how to deal with the situation. with some opting to let the infection spread to access Beimeni-Ta’s ancient resources, to others wanting to combat the plague before it’s too late. The group is forced to navigate this tenuous situation, while beating back Adeimantus’ growing cult, and corrupted gentes. Culminating in the final confrontation with Adeimantus, and a member of the general staff he’s corrupted. Adeimantus vanishes with his pawn defeated, and takes however much of Lookshy he’s corrupted away with him, back to the wild. The walls are breached, the city is in ruins, the army is divided, and things are looking dire. Were The Realm not crippled by The Scarlet Empresses’ disappearance, this would be the end.

Act 2

After a brief recovery clarity comes to the surviving populace of Lookshy. The Shogunate Bureaucracy has records detailing this Beimeni-Ta many of the afflicted citizens were rambling about. It was once a seat of power for the Shogunate a place of immense importance, that fell into the Wyld never to be seen again, until now. Most importantly it was the final resting place of The Imperial Seal. The stamp with which The Shogun made words on paper law. With it, a simple document can be stamped and a new Shogun can be appointed, the shogunate will live once more. If only Beimeni-Ta can be dragged back out of The Wyld. If only... we could find it.

No maps of Beimeni-Ti’s location survive, only records of military assignments. Letters for a general to withdraw from the defense of the city, a general by the name of Tepet...

With the only lead they have the players are sent under cover to The Realm to find what they can about Beimeni-Ta from it’s ancient defenders. There’s investigation, spy work, a heist. All of which ends in a social confrontation with Tepet’s ruling Council which presents them with an offer: fulfill their oath to the Shogunate, regain their honor by retaking Beimeni-Ta.

Act 3

The impossible has happened. The players have convinced Lookshy to break with tradition, and march on the Wyld. House Tepet has given their only legion to the cause. The two armies of the Shogunate unite like something unseen in anyone’s time, and march through the river lands towards the end of the world. It’s a long grueling march, through an untold number of kingdoms. The centuries of Lookshy’s political favors, and military threats fray with each border they cross. Threats seeks to divide them with armies and from within. The Lookshy soldiers see their Tepet allies as traitors, and the Tepet aren’t too fond of the scavengerland barbarians either. The players must use their genius to get their army through in one piece. Until they reach, the border marches.

Act 4

From here on it’s all out warfare. The players and their small army must reclaim creation step by step enduring every machination the Wyld can through at them, from raining lava, to forests of grass as tall as a warstrider, and as sharp as a blade. All until they lay siege to Beimeni-Ta. At last the jewel is within their sight. They just have to overcome Beimeni-Ta’s endless militia of maddened citizens, their 100 Demon Senate, and of course Adeimantus fully empowered by the wyld and Beimeni-Ta itself. Who can with but a look, a touch, who’s very presence beckons you to join him in Utopia, in oblivion.

And what are the rewards for such an epic journey? A brand new city to rule over? The title of Shogun, and resurrections of the shogunate? An arsenal of first age weapons from the shogunate’s richest city? Who’s to say what dreams await you in Beimeni-Ta?

Only Adeimantus knows.

Only Adeimantus can show you the way.

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rfaromance · 4 years

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Hello!!! Excited to see a new Tumblr for MM!!! I was hoping to be able to request a Valentine’s Day fluff story with Zen where the MC struggles with seeing Zen get all his gifts from his fans and feeling like her attempts pale in comparison?? Thank you for taking the time to read my idea!! Have a great day!!

I LOVE this idea! I hope you enjoy my very first MM fanfiction! >w<

Friday, February 11.

One.

On what should have been an average Thursday evening, Zen entered the living room with a bouquet of red roses in his hands. MC wasn’t unaccustomed to seeing him with handfuls of daisies, tulips, or carnations, but red roses were… a little disconcerting, to say the least. Despite herself, she couldn’t prevent her nose from crinkling slightly at the sight of them.

“Hey, babe. Why do you have a sour look on your face?” The soft, sing-song voice of the musical actor traveled through the air, and even his teasing words had such a rhythmic lull to them that MC couldn’t help but smile. The corners of her mouth twitched upward as he approached, gently placed the bouquet on the coffee table, and kneeled in front of her, lowering himself so that they were eye level. “That’s much better, princess,” he cooed. “Seriously though,” he went on, rising to his full height, “is something wrong? Do I need to take the trash out?” He began to back towards the kitchen, his nose twitching as he inhaled deeply.

“It’s nothing,” the young woman tried to reassure him, but a small doubt lingered in the back of her mind: perhaps she just wanted to reassure herself.

She couldn’t keep my eyes off of those blood-colored blooms, especially not after he picked out a vase for them and placed them directly on the kitchen counter.

Saturday, February 12.

Three.

A spritz. A wipe. A sneeze. A sigh.

Dusting was probably one of MC’s least favorite activities on the face of the planet, but she had noticed that Zen’s allergies were bothering him the night before.

As much as she wanted to attribute his sudden sniffles to that curious cluster of crimson roses, she knew that the more likely reason was that the pair simply had not had the time to properly clean the apartment in…

She swallowed hard. Had it been that long?

In any event, she was determined to make their cozy home glisten from top to bottom as she awaited Zen’s arrival. His attention to detail was absolutely immaculate; whether he was acting, working out, or merely carrying out mundane daily tasks, he was an absolute perfectionist.

(Fitting, for he was absolute perfection himself.)

Knowing the type of keen eye she was up against, MC was exceptionally careful not to skip any speck of dust, not to miss any molecule, not to forget any frame of furniture.

Flowers could brighten up a home, but she was going to pour in her hard labor to ensure that the home itself sparkled in a way that outshone even a bouquet of red roses.

“Wow,” a whistle sounded from the front entrance, but MC continued to clean. “Cinderella, don’t you need a break? Now that your prince has arrived, it’s time for the ball.”

Cheesy as always.

MC barely stifled a laugh as she shook her head. “Let me finish this table,” she declared, “and then I suppose I can turn into a princess for… your… sake…” She had lifted her head to cast a beaming smile at him, a smile through all the dust and dirt and grime and grease that coated her face.

That smile nearly evaporated when she saw the two boxes of chocolates in his arms. Not one, but two. She mustered all of the strength that she could to keep a semblance of a smile on her face, but she had no doubt that it must have come off as colder than she would have intended.

“Hey, do you like raspberry, my love?” Zen asked. He placed one of the boxes—an unassuming rectangular box—on the kitchen counter. However, as he flipped the heart-shaped box over in his long, slender hands, MC could feel her own heart flip over as well inside her chest. “One of my coworkers in this new musical gave me a box of raspberry-crème filled chocolates, but I’m not really a fan of the flavor.”

“I do,” MC murmured, unable to pull her gaze away from the pretty pink box of chocolates in Zen’s hands. “Your cast must like you very much,” she added as nonchalantly as possible before turning back to scrub a particularly stubborn stain on the leg of the table.

Raspberry. A fruit that was simultaneously sweet and sour, fiercely fresh and then tantalizingly tart.

How fitting for the way she felt tonight.

Sunday, February 13.

Six.

The slow creaking of the door on its rusty hinges reverberated around the room, silent aside from the low hum of the stovetop and the sizzles and cracks of the frying pan.

“Zenny!” MC called excitedly, not taking her eyes off of the eggs that she was cooking meticulously. Zen liked his eggs a little runny, whereas MC liked hers a little on the crispier side, so she always made sure to prepare his eggs first.

Plus, tonight the young woman was a little… eager to impress him.

Fresh flowers in the living room. Sweet smells in the kitchen.

Everything they could do, she could do better. At least, that was the goal.

“Dinner is almost ready,” she went on, and carefully she brought the heat down to a low simmer. “Yours will be done first, but since the pan is already hot, I won’t be too far behind you.” She dared to take a peek at him, tearing her eyes away from the stovetop for just a moment.

At least, she thought it was only a moment, because as soon as her gaze rested upon the objects cradled in her beloved’s arms, time seemed to freeze.

“Should I… prepare an extra plate?” she murmured, and even though every one of her vocal cords strained to add an amused, teasing, lighthearted quality to her voice, she couldn’t help but hear how pained she truly was. Her tone, her expression, her posture—without a doubt, they would all reveal to Zen just how deflated she truly felt.

“Oh, for this guy?” Zen tried to shift all of his belongings into one arm so that he could rub the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, one of the stagehands gave him to me.” He then used his free hand to pluck a (rather large) teddy bear from his arm and hold it out in front of him. “I’ve never even heard her speak before today, but the director gave us the day off tomorrow, so I suppose she felt… a little emboldened by the occasion.” He chuckled and shook his head. “She’s a sweet girl, but an odd one at th—Hey, MC, are you feeling okay? You look really pale.” At once, Zen dropped his gifts onto the couch and scurried into the kitchen. “Let me—”

MC spun around and turned her attention back to the eggs. “I’m fine,” she told him, and she winced as she realized how terse she sounded. “I’m just hungry.”

Zen didn’t seem convinced by her paltry acting, but nevertheless he obliged. “Can I help, Princess?”

MC just shook her head and reached for the spatula. “Just get ready. I don’t want your eggs to get cold. There’s beer in the fridge, too,” she added. “Your favorite.”

A bear. A candle. An envelope. All intruders into their happy home.

Hopefully his eggs wouldn’t taste too salty from the tears dripping down her cheeks.

Monday, February 14.

Mondays were exceptionally difficult to endure. The beginning of the workweek was always a hassle. Even though Zen may have had a day off from rehearsals, as his manager, MC still had contracts to negotiate and schedules to plan. Normally, she would have been able to persevere through the day with the thought of a delightful date awaiting her when she arrived home…

But given the events of the past couple of days, she couldn’t even relish in the fact that today was Valentine’s Day.

Zen had pronounced his love for her loudly and clearly at the RFA party, so why did girls still feel the urge to shower him in gifts? Were they just expressing respect and admiration, or did they have ulterior motives? This level of paranoia was unusual, and MC felt sick to her stomach at how negative she was being. She could handle stress. She could handle rigorous work. She could handle mystery. She could handle false allegations of sexual harassment, for God’s sake.

So why was she so vulnerable this Valentine’s Day, when she knew how much Zen loved her?

“I need to take a nice, long bath,” she murmured as she rummaged around in her bag for her keys. “Goodness, I really need to cut my bangs. I can hardly see into my own purse.” The faint starlight overhead hardly provided her with any assistance. Just how late had she stayed discussing Zen’s newest performance offer?

Finally she managed to withdraw the keys to the apartment, and carefully she inserted them into the door. Their apartment was somewhat on the older side, so every now and then the door would be stubborn and require a bit of elbow grease in order to open, but much to her surprise, it slid open with ease tonight.

Even more surprising was the scene that awaited her.

The lights were off, but candlelight provided a low, hazy guide to the layout of the apartment. Sweet scents of cinnamon and vanilla wafted in the air, drifting lazily from the candles to her unprepared nose. A mellow melody echoed throughout the apartment, and at once she recognized the aria from one of Zen’s most popular musicals: Zorro. A faint blush rose to her cheeks as she imagined the poster for that particular play.

Zen himself, however, was nowhere in sight.

“Zenny?” MC called out hesitantly, brushing her bangs out of her face as she took a humble step forward. Her breath caught in her throat as she heard a soft crunch underneath her feet; rose petals littered the ground, lining out a path for her to follow.

Apparently the kitchen was not part of that path.

“Alright, alright, I’ll play along,” she mumbled, and for the first time in days, she could feel a little spark of laughter rising inside her chest. “Zenny?” she called out again as she slung her purse off of her shoulder and delicately reached over to place it on a chair within her reach. “This is awfully extravagant, even for you,” she commented. Not that she didn’t like it—quite the contrary. With every step she took, heading deeper into the labyrinth that he had prepared, she caught whiff of new smells and sight of new décor: cherry blossom and sweet pea tickled her nose while photographs and posters awaited her eyes. Scenes of the two of them on the set, selfies of the two of them on their dates. The idea of Zen plastering pictures of himself around the apartment did not surprise her, but what did catch her off guard was that in at least 70% of them… she was beside him.

That was saying something, considering how many selfies he took.

Finally the rose petals came to an end before the bedroom door. Zen must have been waiting for her in there, right? “I’m coming in,” MC announced, but she still didn’t receive a reply. The only response came from the music humming around the apartment: Zen’s voice, without a doubt, but not actually directed at her.

One. Two. Three.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply before turning the doorknob and entering the room.

However, what awaited her on Zen’s bed was not at all what she expected to see. Instead of his familiar face, she spotted a teddy bear sitting there, staring up at her with button eyes and a gentle grin. It was the same teddy bear from yesterday, but in its paws it held a note specifically directed at her:

“Bonjour, mademoiselle MC.”

MC chuckled as she read the note. “Feeling French tonight, monsieur?” she murmured. She gently petted the teddy bear’s head, and as she picked it up to give it a soft squeeze, she noticed that a plate was sitting behind it on the duvet. “What in the world…?”

Should she laugh? Cry? Shake her head? All of the above?

A plate lined with chocolates around the edges, and in the middle was a cluster of fish-shaped buns in the shape of a heart.

“I hope our cuisine is to your taste, madam.”

MC whirled around at the sound of that voice, a sweet symphony to her ears. The man of the hour had arrived, the mastermind behind this entire display. Zen awaited her, adorning a dress shirt, tie, and a pair of freshly pressed slacks. “Too much?” he guessed, and he dropped the lofty tone from his voice with a laugh. “You’ve been working hard. Too hard. I…” He began to fiddle with the edges of his sleeves. “I’ve been a little insensitive, bringing all of those gifts home.”

MC felt a pang in her chest. Had she been that obvious? “You shouldn’t have to hide anything from me,” she insisted, trying to comfort him. “Plus, I know how popular you are. I see it at work.”

Zen considered her words for a moment, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “Yes, well, that still doesn’t mean I should flaunt them in your face… unless they’re for you, and not for me.”

The young woman furrowed her brow as she tried to make sense of his words. “For me?” she echoed. Realization suddenly dawned upon her like the sun cresting the horizon, and she clapped her hands over her mouth to suppress her gasp. The rose petals. The candles. The teddy bear. The chocolates. “You… Zen, you…”

“Oh, don’t cry!” Zen exclaimed, rushing forward to dab at her cheeks. “Oh God, don’t cry. Look at my face—that will make you smile. Well, wait, God made a mistake when creating me, so you might cry tears of joy. Oh, this is a pickle….”

That low rumble from before, that little spark of joy and laughter, rose up in her chest and tickled her throat until it finally poured out from her lips in the form of a gleeful giggle. “Never change, Zen,” she whispered. ‘Never change from the thoughtful, loving man that you are,’ she added silently.

“On stage, I will be Zen, and I will change into whomever the crowd wants to see,” he murmured, and suddenly he leaned in until his lips were nearly pressed against hers, so that she could feel his hot breath tickling her skin. “But for you, my valentine, I will always be Hyun Ryu.”

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cali-holland · 4 years

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Golden Bullets, Ch 5: Kiss of Death

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Word Count: 6500

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Warnings: violence (unnamed character death, motorcycle chase!, tranquilizer darts, grenades, weaponized ordinary objects?, self-inflicted wound), swearing, sexual themes

Featured Song: Goldfinger by Shirley Bassey from Goldfinger (1964)

~ “Goldfinger, He's the man, the man with the Midas touch, a spider's touch. Such a cold finger beckons you to enter his web of sin, but don't go in”

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The journey to Montenegro was certainly a long one- it made you regret fleeing from Monaco so quickly, remembering how much faster a private jet was compared to traveling by car, even though the DB10 was plenty fast. Harrison seemed upset to say goodbye to the precious car, but once he saw the old-school DB5 waiting for you two at the airport in Montenegro, all thoughts of the new car went away. By the time you made it to the hotel, you both had to get ready for the gala. It was odd for a private banker who deals with terrorists to host a charity gala, you suspected it was to compensate for illegal funds, but that was a different case for a different time.

“Wear the red one again.” Harrison said, watching you contemplate between a few dresses as he stepped out of the bathroom in his slacks and dress shirt.

“We haven’t exactly done laundry since that night so it still has blood on it.” You replied, setting the blood-spattered red dress aside as you grabbed out a black dress and a white one, still unsure which would be more fitting tonight. You personally loved the white one, but the black had the sleeves to cover your bullet wound.

“I think the white will show the blood even more.” He teased, adjusting the collar of his own white shirt.

“I’m not supposed to make this personal, remember?”

“Trust me, I remember, but we haven’t exactly had smooth runnings so far. I expect blood at this point.” Harrison laughed as you just scoffed and left to change in the bathroom with the black dress. Amused, he pulled on his black suit jacket, nothing new nor unusual for him to wear, but still a classic go-to of his.

“How much longer until you’re ready?” He asked you, leaning against the bathroom door a little as he adjusted his suit’s collar and cuff links.

“I’d be ready sooner if someone didn’t take so damn long in the bathroom.” You called back, strapping on your thigh holster that could be easily concealed under the dress. You slipped on the dress, examining your arm in the mirror to make sure no part of the bandage was showing. The glittery black dress was just as suiting to your figure as the red dress, but more conservative with longer sleeves and a shallower neckline. Plus, the leg slit wasn’t nearly as high as it was on the previous dress- while you liked to flash a little leg in these sorts of dresses, you didn’t exactly need to be Angelina Jolie with every dress having an incredibly high slit.

Harrison padded across the room, leaning on the wall right beside the window, overlooking the busy city below him. He thumbed the gold flash drive in his hands and looked down at it curiously. He’d never noticed the small octopus imprint on it with the initials R. S. beside it. It was so small, it was easy to miss it. This had to be Silva’s flash drive; there was no other reasonable option for him. He sighed, mumbling, “Come on, Q, where are you?”

“Did you say something?” You asked as you stepped out of the bathroom in your dress, grabbing your heels from beside your suitcase. Propping one foot onto the chair, you leaned over and slipped on your heel. Harrison turned to face you, his breath catching in his throat. He’d never admit it to you, but you certainly had this power over him (he’d already admitted you terrified him, so he wasn’t about to say anything else). You switched to your other foot and glanced over at him, “Osterfield? Did you say something a moment ago?”

“Just thinking aloud.” He said, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He hoped you hadn’t picked up on the pink tint that he could tell had overcome his ears by now. Stepping towards you, he asked, “You ready?”

“Almost. Need some lipstick.” You went to grab your lipstick bag from the coffee table, but Harrison, who was much closer it, grabbed it first. Seeing how careless he was with the bag, clearly thinking it was just lipstick, you jumped and snatched the bag from him, “Are you trying to kill us?”

“What? They’re just lipstick?” Harrison replied, confused by your reaction. You were acting like it was a bomb, which some parts were.

“I have grenades in here.” You said, opening up the bag and choosing the right shade to go with your look for the evening. As you applied it, Harrison peered in the bag, further confused as he saw only gold, silver, and black lipstick tubes. “Black are regular lipsticks, gold are grenades, and silver are tranq darts.”

“Q’s getting too creative.” He looked at the bag in disbelief.

“He’s a genius. I didn’t think I’d need to use tranq darts, but they come in handy.” You stated, grabbing a silver lipstick from the bag and taking off the cap to show the small needle in place of actual lipstick. You put the lipstick away and slipped a small gun into your thigh holster while Harrison put one in his holster across his back, hidden by his suit.

“Ready, angel?” Harrison asked smugly, holding an arm out to you.

“Let’s go get ourselves a banker and a sniper.” You stated as you took his arm and the two of you left the hotel room.

The hotel’s banquet hall had been immaculately transformed into the gala’s venue. Tall, intricately designed pillars lined the outer area of the hall, almost like a courtyard would. Large round tables were dawned with golden tablecloths and delicate white decorations. While the setup of the gala was all so spotlessly beautiful, you still felt on edge about Le Chiffre’s presence.

After quickly taking in the new surrounding to spot the best vantage points and the weakest ones, your eyes found Le Chiffre. Across the hall, the ominous banker was easily recognizable with his hauntingly pale complexion and even more hauntingly white eye as he talked with another man dressed sharply in a tux. He casually wiped his pale eye with a handkerchief, cleaning up the blood from his face.

“Does he often bleed from his eye?” Harrison asked you quietly, the two of you making your way to a table in a corner.

“It’s called haemolacria.” You explained, “It’s caused by disease or, in his case, trauma to the eye.”

“Let me guess, you caused it?” A small smirk playing on his lips at the thought of you permanently and physically damaging Le Chiffre.

“God, I wish. That’d be 009 taking his revenge for me. Probably part of the reason he was killed.” You let out a small sigh, thinking of your fallen agent. It only made you want to kill the blood-weeping man across the room even more. Harrison casually pulled out a chair for you. Tonight, your cover was as a couple because, unlike at the casino with Sciarra, neither of you needed to flirt with anyone, so the two of you sitting with each other, with Harrison’s arm draped around the back of your chair, was professional for tonight. It was certainly more professional than Venice.

Not long into the event itself and you spotted a familiar blonde clad in her iconic gold step into the bustling gala. There was a man by her side, wearing a black bowler hat; he was not close enough to her for you to call him potentially her date, but his presence just made you more suspicious. You mumbled, “Galore just got here. But who’s that with her?”

“Oddjob.” Harrison answered as he recognized the Korean at her side, “I met him when I went after Silva. I thought Oddjob was simply an assassin, but he must be working with Goldfinger, especially if he’s here with Galore.”

Your jaw clenched as you saw Galore’s gaze focus on Le Chiffre. If she, a trained sniper as it is, was here with an assassin, they were going to kill Le Chiffre before you even got the chance. You watched as she slowly made her way to a far table with Oddjob, the two sitting down and striking up a conversation with the rest of the sharp dressed people around them. Your fingers grazed over the very slight outline of your gun over your dress; you were itching to pull it on Le Chiffre.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Harrison asked you, noticing your change in demeanor at Galore and Oddjob’s presence.

“Excuse me. I need to freshen up.” You muttered before getting up from your chair quickly. You made your way towards the exit before ducking behind a pillar. Your eyes trained on Le Chiffre, who was slowly making his way over towards you while he talked to another man.

The room was so loud and crowded, giving you the perfect opportunity to take him out. You slowly took out your gun and held it up to shoot Le Chiffre, perfectly aimed at his heart. Just as you were about to pull the trigger, Harrison appeared behind you, grabbing your hands and twisting you until he had you pinned to the wall. His body pressed yours to the wall and he looked at you with a frown, pinning your hands down at your hips, hiding your gun with his open suit jacket.

“Damn it, I had him.” You seethed quietly through gritted teeth.

“You’re going to get us killed.” He replied, stern blue eyes never leaving yours.

“I need to kill him.”

“No, you don’t. You don’t need to kill him. Agent 009 wouldn’t want you to kill him, not now when we need him alive.” Harrison looked around briefly, catching sight of Le Chiffre and his men headed straight towards the two of you. “He’s coming. Do you trust me?”

“Not particularly.” You answered. He didn’t give you much choice in the manner, crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was rough yet still full of passion, but you knew he only meant it as a distraction, nothing more. He had one hand against the wall as his other wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You kept your gun hidden in his suit, clutching to the metal tightly under his silk lined jacket. Your free hand took hold in his hair, tugging on it to really put on the show of just another handsy couple getting it on behind a pillar- the classic move.

But then, he moaned. Harrison moaned softly into the kiss, despite Le Chiffre and his men clearly being too far to hear it. That was enough to pull you back to reality. This was your partner and you were on a stakeout mission together. You were supposed to be watching Le Chiffre (because god forbid you shot the bastard), and you definitely weren’t supposed to be making out with Harrison.

“Keep an eye on him.” Harrison whispered into your ear. He slowly and teasingly kissed his way down your neck, smirking against your skin as your body involuntarily pressed further into him when he found your sweet spot. You kept your eyes on Le Chiffre, watching him move throughout the room, but Harrison’s lips moving on your neck made it hard for you to focus. Feeling him nip at your skin, you shifted your hand, pushing the end of your gun against his back.

“I’ll shoot you if you leave a hickey.” You mumbled.

“Give me a matching scar, yeah?” He murmured, his hand trailing down to your hip, pressing gently over where he knew your bullet wound scar was. You clenched your jaw at his words, and he went back to kissing your neck. He seemed to be rather enjoying this optimal situation for spying on Le Chiffre. You, on the other hand, were still conflicted about if you did like it or not. While it wasn’t a bad thing to have his hands and lips all over you, you still felt-

“Harrison.” You breathed out, your eyes trained on Pussy Galore as she stood from her table, her own eyes never leaving Le Chiffre. Harrison pulled back to look at you, his lips slightly swollen from their work.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, and you bit back a groan from your slip up. This whole time, you’d done so well at keeping this somewhat professional, but his damn lips had an effect on you. A smirk grew on his face as he noticed your hesitation. “You just said my first name, Y/N.”

“Galore just got up.” You said quietly, eyes flickering over to the woman dressed in gold, who was stalking over towards Le Chiffre at the bar. You quietly cocked your gun, hand still nuzzled in his jacket. You looked at him as a way to ask for permission to shoot- not really caring if you shot Galore or Le Chiffre.

“Don’t.” He said softly. “M said-“

You started to move your hand out from his jacket and he quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you from pulling it out all the way. You glared at him, staring him down as a way to wordlessly will him to let go. Before either of you could budge on the subject, a gunshot rang out. Immediately, he dropped your arm, pulling out his own gun as you did the same, both of you jumping into action and aiming at the source.

Le Chiffre was dead. Galore had shot him in cold blood, in the middle of the gala. Oddjob took out the cameras as Galore shot at Le Chiffre’s men. In an instant, they were all dead, and Harrison pocketed his gun and quickly grabbed your hand.

“Come on, we need to go.” He said as crowds of people rushed out of the gala around you.

“We need to bring her in.” You argued, stepping towards her and he yanked your hand back, making you stagger. While your words made it seem like Galore was your priority, Harrison could see the anger in your eyes as you looked at Le Chiffre’s body- the same anger that comes from unsatisfied vengeance.

“If we go out there now, you’ll kill her or she’ll kill you. You’re-” Harrison paused, unsure if he should finish his sentence. His hesitation made you turn to him, questioningly.

“I’m what?” You spat. He sighed, tugging on your hand again, and this time you put your gun away and followed behind to the stairs- the elevators were unfortunately occupied by screaming civilians that neither of you wanted to deal with.

“You’re too emotional over this.” He said once the two of you got into the stairwell. “Y/N, you know this isn’t the right time to go after Galore. M specifically said to not go after her if you’re in this state.” “M? What did M tell you?” You questioned, dropping his hand as you two raced up the stairs. He immediately regretted his words; you were too perceptive for his own good.

“It’s nothing.” Harrison stated.

“If it was nothing, we’d be downstairs going after her.” You scoffed.

A tense, bitter silence remained between the two of you as you got back to the hotel room. You immediately grabbed a change of clothes and locked yourself in the bathroom, too infuriated by Le Chiffre’s death and whatever the hell M had told Harrison to really care about your partner. Equally annoyed at the situation, Harrison immediately took off his suit jacket, tossing it to the side.

“Call room service. We need more towels.” Harrison heard you shout from the bathroom. He let out a sigh, trudging over to the phone to call in the order. Considering there were approximately a dozen dead bodies downstairs in the banquet hall, he wasn’t that surprised when they didn’t pick up; the hotel certainly had other things to worry about.

“I’m going downstairs for them.” He called to you through the bathroom and grabbed his suit jacket, quickly tugging it on, not even waiting for a response before he left.

On the other side of the door, you let out a frustrated sigh at the fact that there were no bath towels- what kind of hotel forgets to put bath towels in a cleaned room? Hearing the door close, you peeked your head outside the bathroom to find that he had actually left. You grabbed your dress, now that you were changed into some comfortable leggings and a t-shirt for bed, and stuffed it back in your bag. You weren’t sure how long Harrison was going to be so you busied yourself with tidying up your luggage at least, but leaving out your weapons in case you needed them.

As for Harrison, his journey to the front desk for some more towels was cut short. The moment he stepped out of the hotel room, he ran into none other than Pussy Galore, no Oddjob in sight.

“Harrison?” Galore called out with a fond smile on her face as she recognized him almost immediately. If he didn’t know she was a spy for Goldfinger, he would’ve been creeped out by the fact that a woman who flirted with him in a bustling Monaco casino could recognize him here and now just a few days later in a Montenegro hotel.

“Pussy,” He smiled back at her kindly, doing his best not to give away anything. He knew who she was, but there was no telling if she knew about him. Effortlessly, he flicked on his charm, eyeing her up and down.

“What are you doing in Montenegro? Are you following me?” She joked, her laugh sweet like honey, perfectly hiding any underlying motives.

“I don’t know, darling. Are you following me?” He teased back.

“Maybe.” She smirked, and he believed her word for a moment before she continued, “No, I’m really here for work. And you?”

“Wanted a bit of a vacation.” Harrison lied, not like it mattered whether he told her the truth or not anyway. “I was about to head down and get some towels. Room service seemed to forget about my room.” He explained with a laugh, pointing down the hall towards the elevator. Galore placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“I have a few extra in my room. I could always bring them to you or you could come back with me?” She said sultrily. Harrison forced down a lump in his throat as he felt her lips brush his neck. He would’ve said yes, jumping immediately at the opportunity to spend a good portion of the evening with the ravishing woman, but he couldn’t- not when you were the only one on his mind, and you were just on the other side of the door. Galore pulled away from him, a playful smile on her face. “While you think about it, I’ll be in my room just down the hall, room 504.”

She left for her room without Harrison so much as moving an inch. He casually slipped back into your shared room, trying to think of how to tell you about his encounter. You looked over at him from your spot on the bed, where you had been flicking mindlessly through the tv channels.

“You’re back quickly.” You stated without even an attempt to hide your remaining annoyance at him. You stood up from the bed, eyeing him and the lack of towels in his hands suspiciously. As you studied his face, you immediately recognized the pink shade of lipstick now on his collar.

“I just ran into Pussy Galore.” Harrison said.

“Ran into her or made out with her?” You questioned.

“I did no such thing.” He scoffed, offended by your claim. “She invited me back to her hotel room.”

“So why are you here?” You rolled your eyes at him, making your way past him to go get the damn towels yourself. Harrison grabbed your wrist, pinning you and it to the wall, and your free hand flew to grab his neck, but he blocked it with his other hand. Before you could attempt to kick him away, his knees pressed into yours, making his entire body mold yours into the wall. You grumbled in frustration, “Get off me and go back to your whore of a girlfriend. Or, better yet, let me go kill her myself.”

“No, I won’t let you.” He bit back.

“Oh, that’s rich, you telling me what to do now. Is that what M put you up to? God, I loathe you.” You scowled at him.

“I loathe you.” Harrison muttered, and the room fell silent as the two of you breathed heavily, trailing from each other’s eyes to each other’s lips. While he still had your hands pinned to the wall, you leaned forward and kissed him.

The kiss was rougher than the previous one at the gala, but it was needier, steamier, more passionate, authentic. You let your tongue slip between your interlocked lips and into his mouth, feeling his body move even more into yours as you did so, hips moving ever so slightly against yours. He let go of one of your hands to grab the small of your back, and his other hand intertwined with yours, still keeping it against the wall. Your own free hand roamed his shirt collar before tugging at the hairs at the back of his neck. The whole kiss was so similar to the previous one, yet so different- it was the truly steamy kiss between the womanizer and the seductress.

After a few heated moments, his mouth left yours to trail hot kisses down your throat. His hand let go of yours to fist at the fabric of your shirt and pull you even further against him. You grabbed his shoulders and flipped the two of you so, now, he was the one against the wall, and you let your hands get busy under his shirt, ghosting over his abs in the process.

Feeling him start to suck on your sweet spot on your neck, you breathed out, “I swear to god if there’s a mark there tomorrow-“

“You’ll shoot me in the dick? What is it with you and hickeys?” He cut you off, pulling his head away from you to give his best shit-eating grin, one that made your knees feel weak. It soon shifted into his classic smirk, “If this goes any further, you could finally fulfill that fantasy of yours, angel.”

“Are you ever not an ass?” You questioned, before grabbing the back of his neck to crash his lips against yours.

Just as your fingers began to unbutton his shirt, there was a knock at the door. You both pulled away from each other, panting a little with slightly swollen lips. Not recognizing the knock as Q’s special one, neither of you moved.

“Harrison? It’s me.” Pussy Galore said from the other side of the door, knocking again. Your jaw dropped, and you glared at your partner.

“What the hell is she doing here?” You whispered angrily, quietly walking away from him and the hotel room door.

“I don’t know. She didn’t seem serious when she said-” He cut himself off, unsure of his train of thought not. Instead, he opted for fixing his shirt and his hair, getting all traces of your hands off him.

“When she said what?” You asked in a low voice.

“She said she’d bring towels or I could go back with her. Just, go wait on the balcony.” Harrison quietly urged you, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“You’re not seriously making me wait outside while Galore tries to hook up with you, are you?” You questioned, making him look at you in confusion.

“What? No, you wait on the balcony, and I’ll get rid of her, so we can, you know,” He gestured to the beds, “Continue.”

Your jaw slacked at his words, scoffing, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that not what that kiss was?” He asked, hurt flashing over his features. Galore knocked on the door again, pulling you both back to the reality of the situation.

“And here I was thinking you were more than just a womanizer.” You rolled your eyes at him, grabbing the prized gold flash drive from the side table and making your way to the balcony.

“Maneater.” He spat back like a little kid.

“You’re so vain.” You said in disbelief, quietly closing the balcony doors and he shut the curtain, blocking the view of you from the room. You leaned against the railing, looking at the five story drop- too high for you to want to jump to escape whatever twisted hookup was going on in your hotel room. Was it wrong of you to think of Galore as a whore when her job was the exact reflection of yours? Probably. Were you jealous that Harrison let her have a power over him? Nope. Were you missing the feeling of your partner’s soft lips against yours? Definitely not. You were just glad the balcony doors were thick enough that you couldn’t hear anything from inside, and that the balcony itself was angled in such a way, no one could see you from the ground.

“I thought you’d keep me waiting all night.” Pussy Galore said, a smirk playing on her lips, when Harrison finally opened the door. She had a single towel in her hand, keeping up the premise of her visit at least, and a bottle of champagne in the other. Harrison recognized it as the same brand from Monaco, confirming his suspicions tha yes, Galore knew exactly who he was. “Hope you don’t mind. I got this from room service for us.”

“I’m not much of a champagne drinker.” He replied, opening the door wide enough to let her in. He watched her carefully as her eyes flicked around the room. It was then he spotted the lipstick bag still out.

“I’m sorry, do you have company right now?” Galore asked as she took a seat at the edge of the bed anyway.

“Oh, no, just traveling with my sister.” He hoped she couldn’t see through his lie, but he couldn’t tell behind her sweet, yet cold eyes. He grabbed the bag of lipsticks, slipping a silver one up his sleeve, before putting away the bag as a whole, “But she’s not here tonight. It’s just us.”

At his inviting words, Galore set aside the champagne bottle and towel, and Harrison took that as a sign to get busy. As she laid on the bed comfortably, he climbed onto her, his lips finding hers. This would normally be the most thrilling part of his job with his hands wandering on a gorgeous woman as he devoured her taste, but somehow this felt wrong. His lips almost forgot what to do against Galore’s lips simply because they weren’t yours. While he was caught up in his head, Galore’s fingers found their way under his suit jacket. She grabbed his gun with ease, kicking him off her and rolling so she was on top of him, straddling his waist and pointing the gun at his head.

“Well, that was easy.” She breathed out. She leaned down, her chest pressed to his, keeping the gun threateningly close to his head. “Where’s the flash drive, 007?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, not hesitating for a moment, and she pushed the gun barrel against his chin as she sat up again.

“So you want to do this the hard way then?” She questioned. She reached for the champagne bottle, no doubt filled with the same interrogation drug that you’d consumed. Harrison took the opportunity to grab the towel, twisting it around her neck. He had the upper hand as the gun dropped from her grasp. The towel, while it was slowly choking her, it wasn’t enough to kill her right then.

“Where’s Goldfinger?” He demanded, tightening his hold on the towel. She gasped for air, her cheeks beginning to turn red from the force. The small lipstick slipped from his suit, right into her hand. Harrison tried to grab it from her, but it was too late, she’d stabbed him with the thin needle, piercing straight into the vein in his arm. The tranquilizer worked quickly, and the towel dropped from his hands. Galore slowly got up, grabbing the gun that had been just barely out of reach. While she was distracted, with his last bit of energy, Harrison took off his watch, clicking it to the grenade setting and tossing it across the room towards the balcony, hoping it’d go off and you’d hear his sad call for help. He fell, landing on the bed, motionless. Galore said something, but it was all incoherent to him, and, as his vision blurred, all he could think about was you, standing out on the balcony, waiting for him to come back- he wasn’t going to come back, and his damn watch didn’t work.

Meanwhile, you tried to pass your time by keeping an eye out for Q, with your splendid view of the hotel parking lot. Surely, he should be here by now; and this flash drive in your hand wasn’t getting any less important. Your breath caught in your throat as you spotted that assassin, Oddjob, from earlier. He adjusted the hat on his head as he got out of a large van with blacked out windows. He walked over to a hotel exit where two men came out, carrying a knocked out Harrison. You felt your stomach churn as you watched them smuggle your unconscious partner into the van. As Oddjob got back into the driver’s seat, you looked down off the balcony. You knew you hadn’t gotten any closer to the ground, but you could hope that somehow the five story jump looked smaller.

You fumbled with the gold flash drive in your fingers. If you didn’t get this to Q, then MI6 would never know what Silva and Sciarra were hiding; all of this would be for nothing. Quickly, you took out your small pocket knife and took a deep breath before piercing it into your wrist, cutting out the small tracking device Q had installed in all of the agents. You knew he was tracking you with the device, but, now, you needed it to stay with the flash drive for him to find. Galore would be looking for you, and you’d either end up dead or captured with Harrison, so it wasn’t like you’d need to be tracked either way. It wasn’t your best plan, but Q would find the drive, which was much more important than you. You dropped the flash drive and the device into the plush garden bed on the ground below you, landing perfectly hidden in the flowers beside each other.

Looking up, you saw the van disappearing off into the night. You heard the balcony door slowly open, a man with a gun peeking out the door. Before he could shoot, you grabbed his hand with the gun, twisting his wrist to point at his heart. Your hand went over his finger and fired, killing him instantly. You grabbed the gun from his limp fingers, shooting another man inside the hotel room. Slowly, you stepped inside the room, not seeing anyone else inside. Galore stepped through the door, shooting at you and you ducked, rolling for cover behind a bed. It didn’t take long for you to run out of bullets, but you spotted Harrison’s watch lying thrown on the floor beside you. It was set to grenade, but it wouldn’t go off for a few more minutes. Still, it’d buy you time and a distraction. You threw it in Galore’s direction, and she laughed at the failed attempt.

“You missed.” She pointed out, and you rolled your eyes at the defective grenade. Before you could come up with another plan, Galore stood on the bed and grabbed you by the hair, yanking you to your feet. Using the height advantage, she kneed you right in the face. You grabbed hold of her wrist, jumping up to knock her over and to send the gun flying out of her other hand.

“What the hell did you do to my partner?” You questioned through gritted teeth, your hands finding their way to her throat as you shoved her against the mirror on the wall. You noticed the faint bruising on her neck already; smirking to yourself, you knew Harrison had to have been behind it. You pushed down the pit in your stomach over your concern of his fate, focusing your energy on the bitch in front of you.

“I’d ask how you managed to break the womanizer but, god, he was so easy to catch, it almost wasn’t fun.” She replied menacingly.

“Don’t call him that.” You snapped, shoving her against the mirror harder, her head breaking the glass. She let out a cry in pain as her perfectly blonde hair got tainted with blood; the small red sight was enough for you to repeat your actions, punching her in the gut as you did so. In your anger, you missed her fingers wrapping around the champagne bottle. She smashed it against your head and attempted to stab the broken glass into your neck, but you blocked her jab with your elbow, the motion causing the glass to slash across her eyebrow. You lost your footing as she kicked your knee and continued to attempt to stab you with the bottle. You bit back a scream as she stabbed the bottle into your healing bullet wound on your arm. Though your arm seared with pain, you were hit with the realization that this bitch in front of you was the one who shot you, and that reignited the same fire in you; first the sniper shot, then 009, and now Harrison- she was asking for it. You grabbed the bottle out of your arm, ready to use it as a knife against her.

Suddenly, the watch grenade went off, flying you and Galore to separate sides of the room. Landing near the door, you took the opportunity to flee. You held onto your arm, applying as much pressure as you could, as you staggeredly ran down the hall towards the staircase.

A couple of Galore’s men- or Goldfinger’s you weren’t sure who was calling the shots now, started coming up the staircase by the time you got to the second floor. You elbowed one in the face, grabbing the gun from his hands to shoot the other down before the gun dropped from both of your hands, falling down the staircase. Hearing the door open from the fifth floor, you looked up instinctively. The man across from you began to throw punches, and you jumped up, grabbing the bottom rail from the next set of stairs up and kicking him out the window.

The footsteps above you quickened, and you grabbed the gun from the dead man beside you before jumping out the window. You groaned, landing just wrong enough that your bad arm hit the gun. The man, who you had so gracefully kicked out the window, began to move and you quickly shot him the head. Cursing for not having the car keys on you, you got up and began running for the nearby parking lot. Just as you spotted a group of motorcyclists parking their bikes, you saw Galore and a couple more men barge out of the hotel room door.

“Hey!” Someone called after you as you got onto an empty motorcycle, starting it up and racing away. While you could hear the motorcyclists yelling indistinctly in the distance, you could also clearly hear three motorcycles and a sports car chasing after you. Turning down a busy street, you swerved to try to dodge their bullets and to get them off your damn tail. Galore had already taken Harrison, and now she was after you like an actual barn cat hunting a mouse, but in this case, you weren’t going to end up in her clutches.

One of the motorcycles caught up to you, driving right beside you. He got out his gun, holding the bike steady with one hand. Looking ahead, you saw an oncoming car, the bike beside you was going too fast to react. You elbowed him and grabbed his gun before swerving away. The other motorcycle crashed straight into the car. One down, two to go.

“Move! Move!” You shouted at the confused, screaming pedestrians you tried to dodge as you hopped onto a sidewalk. Galore and the other men stopped shooting, and you could indistinctly hear her barking out orders. You made a sharp turn left, nearly hitting a car that you dared to think was an Aston, onto a wide bridge. You glanced behind you and that car was definitely an Aston and that was definitely Q driving it as the car rammed straight into the second motorcyclist and then focused on pushing back the Audi that had been trailing you. Galore was the only one on the bridge with you. Your motorcycle hit a bump, but you didn’t react fast enough and got thrown from the bike, rolling along the hard asphalt.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Galore spat angrily, yanking you up from your hair again- damn her and knowing how much that actually hurts. She pointed her gun at you, “Where’s the flash drive? I know Harrison doesn’t have it, so he must’ve given it to you.”

“Go to hell.” You bitterly replied. She hit you in the lip with the butt of her gun, busting your lip in the process. You spit up some blood, before kneeing her and making a run for the edge of the bridge. You looked down into the abyss of the river; it was too dark for you to even try to guess how far the jump was and you had no clue how deep the water was. Galore began to shoot at you, leaving you no choice but to jump. The minute you hit the crisp, cold water, you did your best to minimize your air bubbles and swam under the surface towards the bridge.

You weren’t sure how long you held your breath to keep yourself under the water and away from Galore’s bullets, but you knew you were thankful for your intense swim training years prior. Maybe you weren’t overexaggerating when you said you had the best lungs on MI6. You came up for air on the bank besides a tree and slowly pulled yourself out. Between the stab wound on your already vulnerable bullet wound and your own self-inflicted cut on your wrist, you were beaten up, and that wasn’t even accounting for the cuts and bruises on your knuckles, face, and legs. You had to go back for the flash drive. While it was most likely Q in that Aston, you weren’t sure if he’d made it out or if he’d actually follow your tracker now that he knows you’re nowhere near it.

You had barely made it a block into your cold journey back to the hotel when a car pulled up beside you. You were ready to fight whoever was inside, but your defenses dropped as soon as you heard the familiar voice from the rolled down window.

“Need a ride?”

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PLATINUM WEEKEND PLAYLIST

in a spurt of energy i decided to finish the playlist i’d been working on for a while! this turned into a raleigh playlist, and i’m a little sorry about it but not really :/ this playlist is nsfw and all of the descriptions are under the cut! [there’s a line separating the spanish-language songs’ explanations]

1. anywhere

we can make love on the bedroom / floating on top of my waterbed / i'm kissing you / running my fingers through your hair / in the hallway / making our way beside the stairs / we can do it anywhere

most singers are influenced by their predecessors, so i have no doubt that raleigh listened to old r&b groups and practiced lead vocals, background vocals, & harmonies to them in the shower. this one stands out to me because i think it captures just the right amount of smooth sensual energy that raleigh exudes at all times. 112 is immaculate and no doubt one of raleigh’s favs.

2. nasty

promise I'ma give it to you like you never had it / i do it so good, it's gon' be hard to break the habit / you're like a whole constellation / swimming like you on vacation / promise i'm still gonna love you when you wake up in the a.m.

you can’t convince me that raleigh didn’t listen to ariana’s album when it dropped and went absolutely wide eyed when they heard these lyrics like “she really went there...” – but then it became a staple of every ~secret playlist to do the horizontal polka to~

3. sex money feelings die

all my lights off when i wake up / tears under my makeup / your lips will stay shut / wanna wake up, break up / i don't wanna think about, think about you / drink up, drink up / i'm so fucked up / all i want is you / no, i don't wanna think about, think about you / sex money feelings die / baby don't you cry

so this is the song i’ve latched onto for my mc dom. i have a headcanon (i think i’ve said it on main a lot, and i’ve even made edits for it) that after the breakup, which everyone else thinks is real, but they think is fake, but is actually real, dom drives to the studio super late at night and just belts out the lyrics while sobbing just to get them off of her shoulders. and it accidentally becomes a hit! which makes raleigh feel even more like shit

4. facetime

back up all that shit you talking / facetimin' my baby tonight, oh / bet you wanna cop a feel / bet you wonder if it's real / facetimin' my baby tonight / and when you coming home / i'm gon' give you all of my love / i'm gon' put it on you / i said ooh you a hell of a drug

not to get too in detail but raleigh is an ~active~ individual, so i have no doubt that during long tours, they’re facetiming mc for some quality time. and this one’s just sensual and sweet like raleigh’s relationship is so!

5. only 1

i know all the competition that's after you / so i get to thinking, is this too good to be true? / i can't, be your, only one / no i can't, be your only one / 'cause you look twice as good as anyone i ever met / and your love is three times better / how could anyone forget? / as I'm layin' down, with you every night / it still gets to me, that you remain by my side / i ain't saying that i'm not deservin' of you / but i was dreaming, bigger than i ever knew

raleigh’s convinced they don’t deserve someone as good as the mc and this for sure seems to be one of those songs that they heard when ari’s album dropped and they were like “jeez this is sappy” then they turn out to relate to it super hard like the clown they are

6. kissin’ on my tattoos

now i ain't ever been the jealous type of guy / but i want you to myself, i can't lie / i know we ain't on no one on one thing / but baby, it should change / 'cause when i be out with other chicks i be thinking 'bout you / and when you be out on dates you be texting me too / i don't want nobody but you / kissin' on my tattoos / i don't want nobody but me / talkin' to you / until you fall asleep / we better stop playing (we better stop playing) / before we mess around and someone gets hurt

now this... this is THE quintessential raleigh song for me. like when i think of raleigh this is THE first song that comes to mind. the entire song beginning to end is raleigh singing about mc. like i am convinced if this existed in their universe, they ghostwrote it for mc. genuinely the MOST raleigh song in existence and i cannot be convinced otherwise

7. life of an outlaw

not gonna put the lyrics but this would absolutely be on one of raleigh’s playlists that they play pre-concert to get hyped up, or a workout playlist. i just feel it in my bones that their fav music is from the 90′s ok

8. watch ‘n’ learn

i'ma do it, do it, do it / on the bed, on the floor, on the couch / only 'cause your lips say make it to my mouth / just because i can't kiss back / doesn't mean you can't kiss that / baby all i need / all doing on me / like you aimed to please / show me how much you mean it / by the way that you please me, baby

another song on their freaky deeky playlist ! i know raleigh’s prob tried to get with rihanna at least once in their lives

9. freaky girls

i'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week / said i'ma let you hit it, i ain't scared, i ain't shy, it's cool with me

yet ANOTHER song on their freaky deeky playlist ! sorry im not taking this more seriously im just daydreaming ab the songs that raleigh would add to their secret playlists

10. thinkin’ bout you

thinking bout ya, dreaming bout ya / i don't wanna be without ya / pillow talking, heaven walking / been about ya, still about ya / you ain't gotta worry bout it, baby girl, you know i got you / drinking out the bottle to deal with all my problems like / i should call / i thought i had the right one the last time around

god this is post breakup raleigh through and through. i have a hc that raleigh ghostwrites a lot of songs for people especially ones that fuck with their brand – they collabed on this with micah and a popular rapper and micah was like :/ come on now raleigh i KNOW who this is about

11. un-thinkable

moment of honesty / someone's gotta take the lead tonight, who's it gonna be? / i'm gonna sit right here and tell you all that comes to me / if you have something to say, you should say it right now / you give me a feeling that i never felt before / and i deserve it, i think i deserve it / it's becoming something that's impossible to ignore / and i can't take it / i know you said to me / this is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be

raleigh’s confession!!!!!!!! lord this reminds me of when they were on the beach together just talking and vibing – or really any time that they took

12. kiss it better

been waiting on that sunshine / boy, I think I need that back / can't do it like that / no one else gonna get it like that / man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy / take it on back boy, take it back all night / what are you willing to do? / oh, tell me what you're willing to do? / kiss it, kiss it better, baby

i think raleigh would cover this omg and maybe im biased bc it’s my fav song of all time but it just exudes raleigh energy!! plus i think this might be on their freaky deeky playlist LMAO

13. unrequited love

lost in the flames of love / unrequited love / time won't always heal / and it eats at my mind / because you're the one that got away / sometimes i feel alone / tried to hold my breath / somewhere deep in space / and i felt like you understood / what it truly means to be in love / now i'm wide open, it's so hard to focus / now that it's the end, i guess you'll always be / the one that got away

you know raleigh was super in their feelings after the breakup – i don’t think they knew how fast they’d fall for the mc. even if they didn’t admit it out loud, i think they were convinced they wouldn’t find someone like the mc again. anyways this song is sad as hell

14. you’re mine

come a little closer / let me tell you something / eat your ego honey / honey swallow your pride / i spotted you the second you walked in the building / i knew that you had let me get you high / i wanna hear the things you say when no-one's listening / no one's gonna save you / use you up and break you / i'm the one who plagues you every night / 'cause you're mine.

so the song itself is ab a toxic relationship, but tbh i can picture my mc dom and raleigh singing this duet on stage together and the chemistry would be absolutely off the charts oh my god.

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[disclaimer, i do not speak spanish, but i grew up listening to it and a lot of them have a lot of significance to me – i hope the rough translations i found online will do! some of them are very rough so i’ll just put the spanish lyrics]

so with all of these spanish songs im convinced that raleigh would cover any of these! most of them are really romantic and have the same vibe as what i imagine raleigh would have !! not gonna do a lot of explaining here because i think this explanation speaks for itself

15. viento

préstame tu peine / y péiname el alma / desenrédame / fuera de este mundo / dime que no / estoy sonándote / enséñame / de que estamos hechos.

lend me your comb / and comb my soul / untangle me / away from this world / tell me i'm not / dreaming of you / show me / what we’re made of

16. visita

que no es gusto, no es mi voluntad / que es lo que te digo / que aunque no me veas yo voi a estar / siempre contigo / la semana me parte en dos / de viernes a domingo / tu visita me repara cuando nos conecta entonces / quiero que te vengas a vivir, todos los dias conmigo

do not have a translation that makes a lot of grammatical sense for this one, but it’s generally about wanting to be closer to each other and move in together rather than visiting! it’s a really sweet song and the distance aspect reminds me of raleigh and mc

17. te quiero

te quiero / no, ya no me llores / no me vayas a hacer / llorar a mí / dame, dame tu mano / intentalo, mi niña / quiero verte reir / necesito verte / donde quiera que estes / te quiero, te quiero, te quiero / y no hago otra cosa / que pensar en ti / solo vivo y respiro / para ti

i love you / no, don’t cry for me anymore / don’t make me cry / give me, give me your hand / try, my darling / i want to see you laughing / i need to see you / wherever you are / i love you, i love you, i love you / i don’t do anything else / than thinking about you / i only live and breath / for you

imagining raleigh singing this for mc......... swoooooon

18. maría

not offering a translation, but it’s a sad song that i think raleigh would potentially cover!

19. efímera

nos miramos a través del cuerpo y la piel / se conectaron nuestras almas / es que tus ojos de miel deslumbran mi ser / cuando la oscuridad me atrapa / cuando me besas / me siento en otra parte / me hierve la sangre / me derrite el corazón

we saw each other through our bodies and skin / our souls connected / its cause your honey colored eyes dazzle my being / when the darkness traps me / when you kiss me / i feel like i’m in another place / my blood boils / it melts my heart

“it’s like every song i’ve ever written was about you” this is one of em for sure

20. obsesion

son las cinco de la mañana y no he dormido nada / pensado en tu belleza en loco voy a parar / el insomnio es me castigo, tu amor será mi alivio / y hasta que no seas mía, no viviré en paz

it’s five in the morning and i haven’t slept at all / thinking bout your beauty, i’m gonna end up crazy / insomnia is my punishment, your love will be my relief / and until you’re mine, i will not live in peace

raleigh and mc would duet this!!!! the lyrics themselves aren’t really about their relationship but i think the vocals would be perfect for them

21. quiero ver

quiero ver tu risa todo el día / escuchar la melodía de tu voz / quisiera ser el brillo de tus ojos / el peine que desnuda tu esplendor / la esquina que te ve cuando caminas / y quiero ser tu último dolor / te pido que me cures esta herida / yo sé muy bien que no es tu obligación / tan sólo si amortiguas mi caída / será mi salvación

i want to see your smile all day / listen to the melody of your voice / i wish i could be the brightness of your eyes / the comb that undresses your splendor / the corner that sees you when you walk / i want to be your last pain / i ask you to heal this wound / i know very well it’s not your obligation / just only if you cushion my fall / it’ll be my salvation

this one makes me so soft oh my god and its another “it’s like every song i’ve ever written was about you” type of song

22. más que tu amigo

es un secreto / que tan solo quiero compartir / con esos ojos / que le han dado luz a mi vivir / y en esta noche no hay más luna / que como tú me alumbre más / que en mi alma crece una fortuna / por tanta dicha que me das / te quiero, te quiero / se oye en mi pecho / es el grande amor que me has hecho / latido a latido / te siento conmigo / yo quiero ser más que tu amigo

it is a secret / i just want to share / with those eyes / that give me light to live / and tonight there is no more moon / that shines on em as brightly as you do / in my soul grows a fortune / for such happiness that you bring me / i love you, i love you / you can hear in my chest / it’s the great love you’ve made me / heartbeat to heartbeat / i feel you with me / i want to be more than your friend

god i can just imagine them singing this to mc teasingly during their fake relationship and she’s like “sounds pretty i love your voice” but it’s really a confession AHHH

23. peligroso pop

no explanation on this one either! i just think this spanglish song would no doubt be on a playlist of raleigh’s !!! i’m also imagining raleigh dancing to this or going to this artists’ concert or something. idk it just reminds me of him !!!

24. eres

aquí estoy a tu lado / y espero aquí sentado hasta el final / no te has imaginado / lo que por tí esperado, pues eres / lo que yo amo en éste mundo, eso eres / cada minuto lo que pienso, eso eres / lo que más cuido en este mundo, eso eres

here i am by your side / and i’ll wait here, sitting, until the end / you haven’t imagined / what i’ve waited for you, because you are / what i love in this world, that’s what you are / every minute in what i think, that’s what you are / what i treasure most in this world, that’s what you are

this entire song is raleigh singing to mc, but like this little section is just SO sappy. that one line i keep mentioning? yeah that’s this song

25. locos

estoy contento de tenerte cerca / muy cerca de mí / que me digas loco / que me des besos / y que te rías de mí / y sé que nunca te lo he dicho / y me da miedo confesar / pero antes, quiero besarte / que llevo loco, tratando de decirte / que ya no puedo vivir sin ti

i’m happy because you’re close / very close to me / cause you call me crazy / cause you give me kisses / and laugh at me / and i know i’ve never told you this / and i’m afraid to confess / but first, i want to kiss you / i’m crazy, trying to tell you / that i can no longer live without you

god this reminds me of raleigh so much like ??? ok i dont know if this makes sense but imagine raleigh not being able to quite say the words they’re feeling so they just sing a song in spanish instead because they one, express their feelings through lyrics better and two, they know mc doesn’t understand spanish (this is specifically for non spanish speaking mcs)

26. no te puedo olvidar

sé que nunca me equivoqué / en lo que siento / y cuando me tocas la piel / me desvanezco / sé que miraremos a la última estrella / así nos conectaremos / yo te necesito más de lo que piensas / más de lo que puedo creer / vives en mí y en mi materia / no te quedo olvidar

i know i was never wrong / about what i feel / and when you touch my skin / i vanish / i know we’re gonna stare at the last star / that’s how we’ll connect / and i need you more than you can imagine / more than you can believe / you live in me and in my matter / i can’t forget you

this is one of the most romantic songs i swear to gooooddddd i think if raleigh and mc ever broke up this would be what they wrote afterwards – but also i think in general he’d write this about her without the breakup ! idk i’m just in love with this song. anyways

OKAY I’M DONE RAMBLING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS PLAYLIST !!!! this is what i’ve been listening to while i’ve been reblogging posts today !!!

#playchoices #platinum #platinumweekend #raleigh carrera #raleigh carrera x mc #playlist

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Jij Verliest - Chapter Four: Clip 1

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Zaterdag 9:31

Robbe was used to waking up alone.

It had become something he was well-accustomed to. He missed the feeling of waking up with two arms around his waist and of holding someone to his chest. He was used to groggily waking up, slowly and surely becoming aware of his surroundings, turning over and stretching with eyes shut, the silent reprieve and internal pleading of ‘five more minutes’ of sleep that would certainly turn into two more hours. Some mornings, he woke up without a fuss, immediate and alert. Other mornings, he never slept.

However, this morning, he woke up slowly like the drowsiness was slowly and ineffectively wrung out of his body. His dream—whatever it might have been—vanished from his mind like smoke in the air. Robbe stretched against the silkiness of the sheets and the plushness of the mattress before whatever fight to get up and start the day vanished like a light and he collapsed against it again. There was something in his arms, soft and full, but Robbe’s tired brain knew right away that it was one of his pillows that he had grabbed overnight. Turning over, he pulled the sheets higher on his shoulders and snuggled into a pillow that smelled like Sander’s cologne.

Sander.

Wait. What was Sander’s cologne doing in his bedroom?

Even as sleep sang its gentle siren song, trying to will him back to sleep, Robbe forced his eyes open.

Immediately, Robbe spotted the navy blue sheets that were twisted around his legs and his waist, keeping him warm and comfortable. Next, he found the nightstand next to his bed with his phone and his watch sitting on the corner. When he checked, he saw the number of notifications, but his brain was still taking in the sights around him. Lastly, Robbe spotted the black joggers and the black t-shirt with a white building that he was wearing. Both articles of clothing weren’t his own.

And, like that, his brain woke up with a snap and his memories of last night returned to him in full force.

He remembered finding Sander looking up at the stars behind the warehouses—spotting the ocean mural hidden in the shadows, the ocean mural that Sander had created, the one that Sander was nervous to show him. He remembered the kiss that melted his thoughts, curled his toes, and surged new life through his body. He remembered how they kissed against the wall until their lips were red and bruised and the rain started falling. He remembered how they fled for shelter, giggling and laughing and unable to stop touching each other on the bike ride to Sander’s apartment, which was closest to the warehouses.

Despite the gentle rain, they had somehow ended up soaked by the time they reached the fancy apartment complex. As soon as they arrived, Sander had wasted no time in hunting down clothes for Robbe to wear. Once all of their soaked clothes had been thrown into the dryer, Sander was dragging him into a bedroom. It was dark and Robbe wasn’t focused on the details of the room as they laid on Sander’s bed.

As they waited for their clothes to dry, facing each other with their hands intertwined, Sander told him about how his mother used to make croques on weekend mornings. While Sander traced featherlight patterns on the back of his hand, Robbe told him about how his mama created an annual Valentine’s Day movie marathon because she didn’t like celebrating it anymore. Sander learned that his mother was incredibly partial to discovering all of the ways to make vegetarian dishes for Zoë. Robbe found out that Sander’s mother loved sunflowers more than anything.

While the dryer had continued and their yawns increased, the two of them had traded stories, whispers, and kisses. He wondered which one of them would fall asleep first or if they would both be up all night, unable to stop talking to one another. Of the two of them, Robbe had been the first one to be lulled to sleep while Sander traced the outline of his face with his ringed finger.

Sitting up, Robbe glanced around the room, taking it all in now that he wasn’t focused on Sander.

The bedroom was larger than Robbe’s bedroom. The bed itself was at least a queen-size and there seemed to be more room than his room at the flatshare. Overall, the bedroom seemed immaculate. There was hardly any laundry on the floor or trash on the nightstand. Across from the bed, there was a large wooden dresser with a record player resting next to a Bluetooth speaker and a television mounted on the wall. There was a large, spacious window on the other side of the room, but it was covered by gray curtains to protect the room from the morning sun.

Beneath the window, there was an artist’s table that was the messiest place in the room. There were three mason jars filled with a variety of paintbrushes, bristles up, and a sketch pad with an empty page resting on top. Beside it, there was a bookshelf filled with art supplies and what looked to be different kinds of paints, sketchbooks, and canvases. On the other side of the desk, there was an easel standing on a tarp with paint splattered across the wood and a leather jacket hanging off the back.

But the walls quickly drew Robbe’s attention. The walls themselves were painted with a light cream color. There were a handful of David Bowie posters hung on them. But the rest was covered by what Robbe assumed to be Sander’s creations. Everywhere Robbe looked, there was something new to look at and absorb—sketches, paintings, photos—all hung up by a thumbtack or a string of tape.

Robbe tossed the sheets aside and climbed to his feet. He moved around the room, looking over each of the sketches and photos in turn. Near the nightstand, he found a photo of Senne with Sander and Amber at Christmas time. There was a sketch of a park and another of the night sky. Robbe found half a dozen professional-looking photos from around Antwerp stuck on the walls. There was a photo where Noor was used as a model, one with Senne, and another with both of them. Hidden amongst them all, he had even spotted one or two sketches of him.

In the midst of the realistic sketches of friends and people he didn’t know, Robbe also found a handful that looked like creatures from a cartoon. Some of them were paired with a similar-looking figure that looked like a video game character. Near the desk, he spotted a great bird on one of the sketches. It was standing with its wings folded beside him. But his dark feathers looked sharper than normal. It looked like it was wrapped in armor.

Curious, Robbe grabbed his phone from the nightstand and typed “armored bird” in the search engine. Even as his phone pinged with notifications, he ignored them all. Flipping over to the images, Robbe scrolled past the Assassin’s Creed and photos that initially popped up. Thankfully, he didn’t need to scroll something before he found a photo with the creature that he was looking for. The photo didn’t seem to have been drawn by Sander, but Robbe could tell that it was the same creature: Corviknight.

As Robbe moved to search for the word, the bedroom door opened behind him. There was a gentle patter of footsteps before two arms circled around his waist and pulled Robbe back against him. Sander placed a kiss against his clothed shoulder. “I thought I heard you shuffling around in here.” Robbe leaned over to press a kiss against his temple before returning to his abandoned search. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to figure out what this is,” Robbe said, pointing at the sketch with the bird—Corviknight.

“It’s a Pokémon called Corviknight,” Sander said matter-of-factly. “It’s one of the Pokémon from the newest generation of their games.” Robbe bit down at his lip, staring at the sketch in question. Sander shifted against him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and placing a kiss against his cheek. “Have you never played Pokémon, Robbe?”

“I have played,” Robbe said. “Just not recently. I played back in primary school. But I haven’t played it in years.” Sander nodded, snuggling closer into the crook of his neck. Robbe glanced at him, curious, and asked, “Do you play it?”

“Yeah, I’ve always gotten the games as soon as they were released,” Sander said, his breath brushing across the skin of his neck. Sander smiled, a small sad smile that Robbe felt against his shoulder. “After school, my little sister and I would play it all the time. She loved to play pretend and be a Pokémon trainer with all the cutest Pokémon.”

Robbe nodded, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “Will you teach me how to play?”

Sander glanced at him, his green eyes wide in confusion. But soon, the corners of his lips tugged up in corners in a bright, dazzling smile. “Really? You want to learn how to play?”

Robbe nodded.

Sander’s smile brightened further before he ducked down to press their lips together. Sander’s hands cradled his jaw and Robbe turned so he could wrap his arms around his neck. This kiss was more like the ones once they had reached the apartment, laying together in the bed and exchanging stories. It was sweet, simple, and overwhelmingly chaste, but Robbe didn’t mind at all. He loved the sweet, chaste kisses as much as he loved the passionate ones that ended up with him out of breath and pinned against a wall.

Almost too soon, Sander pulled away, looking down at him over the tip of his nose as his lips curled into a bright smirk. “Later,” he said. “Right now, we’re going to have breakfast and then we’re going to lay in bed all day.”

“I can’t do all day,” Robbe said shyly. While the thought of laying in bed with Sander all day and night sounded amazing, Robbe knew that he promised a stream for this afternoon. He could always cancel the stream or move it tomorrow, but he had moved enough streams. Plus, he was supposed to be studying with Yasmina at the library for their remaining exams. “But I can lay in bed all morning and afternoon until 14:00. If that’s alright with you.”

“14:00,” Sander mumbled, his breath ghosting against his face. There was a part of Robbe that wondered if Sander was going to ask what plans he had. But Sander simply smiled down at him and said, “Laying in bed until any time is alright with me, Robin. I’m sure that you have to study your beautiful brain out for your remaining tests.”

Robbe flushed at the compliment, thankful that Sander didn’t ask.

Sander seized Robbe’s face rather abruptly. He placed a peck against Robbe’s lips, fleeting and quick. Then, he repeated the motion before moving on to his jaw, his cheekbones, his eyebrows, and all over his face until Robbe was left squirming under his lips. Then, Sander returned to his original destination, giving him a long kiss that made Robbe’s knees melt, before he pulled Robbe off his feet—literally. As Robbe latched onto his waist and shoulders like a vice grip, Sander was moving out of the room, taking Robbe with him. “Come on, I made pancakes.”

Robbe leaned back and beamed down at him. “You left me alone in bed to make pancakes?”

“Yes,” Sander said, sounding almost sheepish as he grinned. “I didn’t want you to wake up with an empty stomach and no food to eat!” Robbe smiled, leaning down to kiss Sander. He paused in the middle of the hallway, putting all of his focus on kissing Robbe back. Then, as soon as the kiss broke and Robbe hovered over his lips, Sander was moving again, holding Robbe a little higher on his waist, and walking like he never stopped. “It’s not very nice to not have food for such a treasured guest.”

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flydotnet · 4 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. I don’t have any request left, so feel free to send in suggestions for this card!).

Like blood on a patch of fresh snow.

I'm not sure of where this fic went, but... oh well. I don't want to look at it for much longer, so here y'all go, 1.9K words of whatever this is. I really wanted to write more NaomiLG because I love them, but I realize I'm really not their best writer, so I need to hone my skills. Take this weird-ass oneshot with a very specific and picturesque prompt as an attempt to nail them. It was fun to imagine all of the red-on-white imagery, at least. Title comes from a Rammstein song because it played while I was writing this and I figured, y'know, it means "red rose", so why not make it the title? It at least sounds epic to someone like me who knows shit about German. No correlation to the lyrics, though, far from it lmao.

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Rosenrot

Summary: Naomi's past catches up to her in a street as someone else's blood spills for her.

Fandom: Trauma Team (spoilers for TC:SO and TT) Ship: Naomi/Little Guy

Wordcount: 1.9K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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Like a widow who had lost her spouse, Naomi started wearing black after losing her ability to save lives. Back then, she didn’t really know why, probably to remind her of the sins she still had to expiate. It felt weird to her to wear white again, since it kept reminding her of the life she had to leave behind, that of a lifesaver whom people trusted with literally all they had left.

Even now, even as her life has gone back on track (she has a stable job, a daughter and friends who hold her in great esteem – things she thought she’d never have until a year ago), she continues wearing black because it feels more comfortable to be able to fade back into the shadows would she ever need to slip back into the night. She can’t ever live in the broad daylight, not anymore she knows this; but, as long as Alyssa doesn’t mind, then she doesn’t have a reason to complain. The cold and silence have their perks.

Wearing black, at first, was to hide stains when she was working with Delphi. God knows there was little hygiene there, so blood could easily show on clothing when they weren’t careful. Wearing black robes (or whatever outfit they had given her that looked very little like a robe) allowed them to conceal the dark reds and rusts more easily without having to think about it too much. Out of sight, out of mind, she supposed.

On the other hand, blood is too visible on white. Of course, it is the point of wearing it for surgical procedures, since it’s easier to disinfect – it’s still too visible for people like Delphi or, in a way, her. Even to this day, seeing reddish stains on white fabric makes her uneasy, reminding her of things she’d much rather never think about again. She’s like the black-clad widow staring at the radiant bride with a wine stain on her dress: she knows what she lost and has the feeling of seeing a bad omen.

There is this one thing about Delphi she has stopped minding, and it’s Little Guy, or whatever his real identity was supposed to be. If he reminded her of their dark past not too long ago, he now represents what they could become: atoners, working for “the right side” for once, working in the shadows to help the living move on like they’ve had to. Unlike her, he didn’t let himself dwell on the past, preferring to get moving.

The moment she understood it the most when he started to wear white more than black, renouncing to the colour she was always used to see him dress. It felt weird, at first, but he knew how to pull it off, and she got used to the new habits. Never dwell on the past, let herself get swiped away by the changing winds. Moreover, Alyssa really liked it whenever he’d drop by the house after driving her home after work or getting Alyssa from school when she couldn’t.

But now, the past has caught back to them. Ex-Delphi members have found them again, motivated by the recent rise (and fall, but they forgot about that second time) of Adam’s nephew trying to bring the virus back right as PGS cases flare up across the USA. They’re not running away, this time: she did that enough when going to seek amnesty in Europe, so now, she better prepare herself to strike. Little Guy already cocks his FBI-licenced gun out, intending to strike judging by the little tremors in his fingers.

It goes in a flash: a couple bangs, blood spilling on the ground, dirt and smoke and iron fill the air of an urban cul-de-sac. The commotion is such that it’s difficult to follow anything until the stench of violence lifts up and so does the smog it created. For a moment, she believes they may have both gotten killed, and that she’s already passing into the afterlife, in denial of everything, not ready to face death nor discover if there is, indeed, something on the “other side” that isn’t roaming around this world and calling the “voodoo hotline”.

One thing quickly becomes clear: she is still alive. In fact, everyone is somehow still alive, because she sees their three assailants with their weapons on the floor and wounds in their legs: they were only harmed to disarm them. She pats her own clothes and body to check if she hasn’t been injured, remembering reflexes she had thought long gone coming back to her in a moment’s notice. To her fortune, she seems okay, as she only feels dirt, dry clothing and skin under her fingers’ touch.

Seeing the men lie on the ground in pain, she already grabs her phone and calls for help, going into not too many details for everyone’s safety and privacy.

“Little Guy,” she starts calling to her partner so they can get away from this place before being brought into this, her finger about to swipe the call off, “let’s go.”

His response is delayed.

“Sure… Sure thing.”

His voice sounds strangled and hesitant, drier than her clothes, and it prompts her to turn around. As soon as she does, however, her own breath gets caught in her throat as her entire body tenses up. Her mind, which was until now fixated on running as far as possible from the scene before they were going to be questioned about the bullets in their pursuers’ limbs, immediately switches to the same sort of panic she felt in Caduceus Europe all those years ago when she witnessed a fellow surgeon collapse in pain.

Little Guy!

He’s sitting on the ground, back against the wall that cornered them until now, a hand loosely holding onto his gun, the other barely holding onto a striking red stain on his clear, monochrome attire. It’s expanding moment after moment, replacing the immaculate white of his shirt and suit jacket with a much darker colour. If it was only the bloodstained clothes, it’d have been fine, no matter how much this man frets over such things – but it’s not what is scaring her so much about this.

“Little Guy, what happened?!”

As he struggles to get an answer out, she takes his pulse: there, obviously, since he’s breathing, but weakening. His breathing is quick but shuddering, as if fragile like glass.

“One… one of them was armed,” he replies, swallowing every few words. “One bullet hit… my flank, I think?”

Not caring for the nail polish Alyssa put on her fingers last night, Naomi digs under the bloodstained jacket and where the incriminated wound must be. There, she confirms Navel’s suspicions: it’s indeed in his flank.

“If my assumption is correct, it shouldn’t have hurt an organ,” she says, a little bit of relief pulsing through her. “We need to get you into a hospital asap, though, you’re bleeding profusely.”

She grabs back her phone, which she previously slipped into her pocket, and adds the information on a fourth wounded. She gives more information on their location and the circumstances, merely forgetting to mention this is all because of Delphi’s doings and their smothered shady pasts, and stays on the line, putting the phone in speaker mode so she doesn’t miss crucial information.

“You should go, Dr Kimishima,” Navel whispers, eyes getting glassy and unfocused, the speed at which this happens prompting her to check the wound again. The blood has spread even further, making the fabric stick to the wound. “Don’t… let them catch up to you.”

“You’re an idiot if you think I’m leaving you for dead. Plus, I’d rather have to search for amnesty again than get pursued for not helping someone in critical need.”

It’s the pragmatic way to say she’d never handle having his blood on her hands and his death on her conscience. He, however, doesn’t reply, letting uncomfortable silence install itself as they wait for assistance to arrive.

When they do, the sirens’ shrills muffle Navel’s breathing, lights almost covering the blood stains on his suit and her fingers, slipping under her nails, drying out already.

It could, however, never erase the image from her mind.

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Naomi waits in this bedroom, all alone and in silence, for a little while. She doesn’t know how long exactly (probably around half an hour, although it feels like more than that), all she knows is that the chair she’s sitting on isn’t very comfortable and that she needs to remember when to pick Alyssa from school; two things that, for the moment being, don’t matter much.

The weather is beautiful, today. Even earlier, when they were outside, there was a gentle breeze blowing through their hair. She merely forgot about it due to thinking about literally anything else under the sun, mostly her colleague whom she found out wasn’t just randomly hit during the kerfuffle. To be fair, she should’ve guessed that was what had happened when she suddenly found herself on the ground rather than standing, but…

She suddenly hears Little Guy stirring and, finally, opening an eye. His injuries were fortunately not as grievous as she was afraid they’d be, even if he’s clearly landed himself for at least a week in the hospital. What an idiot.

“Doc… Doctor Kimishima…?”

“Go back to sleep, Little Guy, you still sound like you’ve pulled a week-long all-nighter.”

As if obeying her (but most likely because losing this much blood tends to leave you weak, and his corpulence isn’t exactly one that’d take kindly to blood loss), his eyelids flutter; but he doesn’t go back to sleep. At least, not yet.

“Are you okay…?” He asks, voice recovering some clarity, even if it’s unlike his usual swagger.

“I’m pretty sure I should be the one asking you that, you know; but I’m okay. Better off than you, that’s for sure.”

He chuckles once before groaning in pain.

“Urgh, I forgot how sore post-surgery was…”

“You’ll get used to it. Believe me, I know.”

“I’m sure you do, Dr Kimishima.”

She drops the playful banter for something else altogether.

“Oh, and, Little Guy?”

“Yes…?”

“Never do that again. I don’t want to see you covered in your own blood again.”

His face, which is slowly regaining more colour, distorts a little.

“Even if…”

“Even if it means saving my life.”

He looks aside, in silence. She guesses he’s unable to honestly give her the answer she wants to hear, so he instead prefers not to say anything. Well, that’s something she expected would happen: people have told her he was wrapped around her little finger. Too bad that this man got infatuated with someone like her whom death and misfortune follow her every step. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, considering the number of close calls he found himself in when he was by her side. You sometimes have to wonder what other people even think…

“I’ll… I’ll try,” he eventually replies.

Naomi can’t stay upset about it forever, especially when she sees how dishevelled and vulnerable he looks with his hair askew, dark rings under his eyes and hospital gown, so far from the sharply-dressed bachelor she’s come to appreciate.

“Good. Just be careful and we’ll be clear.”

“Sure thing, ma’am.”

As long as he doesn’t mind being so close to death, she’ll make sure he doesn’t meet it.

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