#should be all the tags. goodbye dear tag-wanderer

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. A drawing of the Survivor from Rain World. They're spiralling upwards into the air, clutching a grappling worm with limbs askew, above the lizard den halfway up The Wall. They're facing forward, and while their expression is neutral as always, they seem rather eager. The drawing has a light red tone, primarily made up of siennas, whites and dull teals, and has a fairly dramatic sense of scale. End ID]

call that a jetpack joyride (< got attached to their grapple worm and named it jetpack)

[https-furina]

okay okay so, since im already on the angst train and i want to hurt myself today, hear me out:

you and your lover are out doing wtv and you're ambushed and then, naturally, you guys fight the enemies right?

okay so you get hurt and youre losing a lot of blood and your lover realizes this and is completely heartbroken bc you dont have much time, the wound is deep

so um yeah the reader dies in their lover's arms basically, with albedo, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao and kaeya

theres so many characters im curious abt so please take your time mwah

(ps: i will not pay anyone's therapy okay i need it myself, my condolaences for hurting you)

✎ i wasn't ready to say goodbye [various men - part one]

ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader

content: do i need to say angst? i'm so sorry. major death + blood warnings. implied that reader can handle a weapon in most of them - unspecified if reader is a vision holder. hurt with absolutely no comfort. semi-spoilers for scaramouche/wanderer's story (end of the sumeru archon quests.)

notes: we added aether last second in the discord bc we summoned aki ( @kazumist - aly wanted you tagged ) some of them are awful and ooc i'm so sorry - officially managed this in just over 24 hours!

albedo treasures you more than he cares to admit verbally. it shows in all of his acts of love through physical means, lingering touches and making sure you're warm whenever you visit him on dragonspine. he hates you visiting him as much as he loves you - it's merely because it puts you in extreme danger every time. there's the temperatures, the wildlife, the lack of oxygen and of course, there's the monsters lurking around every corner of the inhabited mountain.

as the chief alchemist for the knights of favonius, there's always a warrant for albedo's life one way or another. the fatui are eager to stop his research - or steal it, maybe both.

there's a silence except for the howling winds that circle the snowy mountain. you're struggling to breathe, to get the sharp air into your lungs as you lowered your sword slowly. not far away, your boyfriend is finishing off the final fatui soldier, blood splattering onto his sleeve before he turns to face you. is it just you or does albedo look even more beautiful right now? you furrow your brows in confusion. albedo looks like he's seen a ghost, colour flushing from his face when he rushes forward. your knees give way under you and he barely manages to catch you in his arms, kneeling as he lets you lay against him. "bedo, love?" you mumble, unsure as to what's happening. you can hear the roar of your blood in your ears, your heart is beating whilst the adrenaline still pumps through your body. albedo hushes you softly, pupils dilated when he looks at your wound. "h-how do you feel?" his voice cracks when he asks the question, a gloved hand applying pressure to your side. you wince, the adrenaline is starting to fade and you feel faint. there's a cold sweat glistening on your forehead when you look down at where albedo's hand is, seeing the blood seep through your clothing. it's albedo's turn to watch your expression drop, your world starting to spin and mix together when the adrenaline is gone and you're aware of what happened. it feels as if there's a lump in your throat but when you try to cough it up, only blood spills in a small trickle out of your mouth. "love-" there's another cough, the blood is running down your jaw as albedo's hands start to shake. he has no means of saving you out here, you're nowhere near camp and he can't leave you here while he gets help, "i want to go home..." your voice is weak, trailing off and albedo isn't sure if he should let the tears brinking his ocean coloured eyes fall as your breaths become raspy. chapped lips open and close, trying to find the words to reply to you but all he can muster is a weak "we're going home, dear" when your chest ceases to rise again. his breathing is jagged, clutching you close to him as if you’ll disappear for good when he lets go.

aether clings to you like ivy to a brick building. you give him hope in this search for his twin sister - one he's beginning to think is failing, day by day. you reassure him, that bright smile and sparkling eyes setting him on the right path. he's certain he would have gave up ages ago if it wasn't for you. but aether realises that he is constantly in danger. you love to adventure with, crossing the rolling hills of mondstadt and gawking at the grand mountain peaks of liyue that pierce through clouds.

it was only so long before he faced the repercussions for so willingly letting you travel with him, tearing his hope away in the blink of an eye.

"a-aether?" your voice is wavering, aether is confused. you've been travelling with him for so long now, what could possibly have scared you about some hilichurls? but he turns to face you, blade at the ready - ready to protect you. his eyes fall on the arrow lodged in your chest, your eyes wide in fear as you stare at him in panic. it was already too late to protect you, he'd failed himself. aether drops the sword in his hand, paying no mind to how it clutters on the gravel below you both when he's rushing forward to ease you to the ground. you're stable - awake but for how long? you're in shock, it's going to fade and you'll succumb to the blood reddening your attire. aether swears lightly under his breath, unable to look you in the eyes out of pure guilt; this was his fault, he hadn't protected you. now not only had he lost his sister, he'd lost his partner too. "it hurts to breathe," you mumble, your eyelashes are fluttering gently. the sun behind aether is starting to burn at your eyes, "aether why are you crying?" the blond isn't even aware of the salty tears that glisten in the sunlight when they roll down his cheeks, dripping off his jaw and onto your shoulder where aether has laid your head onto his lap. it's comfortable, just as it always is. on days where you needed a break from walking, aether would often let you lay like this under a nearby tree. the thought makes aether choke out a sob. you smile sadly. "you can't leave me too," your hand cups his cheek, thumb weakly stroking at the tearstained skin when he hiccups, "no, this isn't fair." there isn't civilisation for days and he can't keep the arrow lodged in your chest nor does he have the means of stopping the blood if he pulls it out. aether is at a loss, unable to do anything while he watches the damage done to you internally take you from him beneath his own hands. "hey, you'll find her." you sound so certain, just as you always do and aether watches that positive spark die from your eyes when your breaths turn to rasps and he finds himself yelling at your body - at the sky, at anybody! he yells and yells, hoping someone listens to his cries for you to wake up. wake up, please.

heizou believes that of all the cases he's cracked, you're his favourite. he's read every line written into your skin as you age, the blemishes that litter your body and tell tales untold. you were his favourite mystery but now he had you like a stained glass window, beautiful and on display. although as a detective, heizou has destroyed many more lives than he is keen to admit. his suspects have families - lives, presumably before he has them in jail or worse, life sentence.

their families are hurt, angrily in denial that their own blood could commit such vile atrocities. heizou took something precious from them, what was stopping them from doing the same to him in an act of revenge?

heizou is more than used to his routine of coming home to you, being able to drown in the comfort of your arms after a long day of work. he's disturbed by the front door being open but albeit it's the peak of summer in inazuma, the humidity is drowning you, especially if you're not native to the islands. you're not quick to greet them when he steps in however, in fact he can't even see you. the house is untouched but the silence is deafening. "i'm home," heizou calls out, brows knitting together when he doesn't hear you chime his name back excitedly, "love?" the silence is killing heizou, it's unlike you at all but then he hears it, the meek sound of you calling his name out back. it sounds like you're in the bedroom and with a relieved smile, heizou finds himself heading to find you. but verdant eyes fall on the red smeared on the walls, staining the bedsheets and pooling around you. the relief is gone and his body is tense with dread as he drops the case files he'd been holding, quick to kneel with you and hug you close when you reach for him. "what happened?" his voice is panicked, he's barely breathing when he feels your blood soak through his clothes. he's searching you for your wound, shaking, "love, answer me." your chapped lips open but nothing seems to come out, you feel cold to the touch and all you can do is stare up at heizou. you knew the moment you was attacked that this was it for you but your biggest fear wasn't death, it was heizou. it was your witty detective, keen and full of intuition that he prides himself in; it was whether you'd see him one last time before your heart put in its final beat. heizou doesn't take your inability to speak lightly, letting out a flurry of curses that makes your brows furrow in distaste. you wasn't fond of him swearing when he got stressed but as you watch a tear fall down his cheek, you know you can't argue about his tongue anymore. he has every right to be mad when your bloody hand reaches up for him, the warm palm of his hand quick to grab your hand and coat his fingers. "i love you," you mumble, raspy and heizou is quick to shake his head - conserve your energy, "don't cry please." "you're not allowed to leave me," he chokes out, his lower lip tugged between his lips as his spare hand presses on your wound to try stop the bleeding. you wince but heizou doesn't lighten the pressure in fear, "i'll find who did this." your lips curl up at his words and heizou leans to press a kiss to your forehead, which is clammy and covered in a light sheen. by the time he pulls away, he's the only one left breathing in the room. heizou's shaking hands cup your cheeks, eyes darting around the room when he doesn't quite know what to do. he's used to this - the blood, the smell, the touch of a lifeless body but not when it's you. not when it's the love of his life. he wails in anguish, the taste in his mouth bitter when he swears revenge on whoever took you from him.

kazuha took his time warming up to you when you first met. you didn't blame him, you'd heard the tale of his late friend from captain beidou when you first came onboard the alcor. but your patience with him warmed his heart quicker than expected, leaving you inseparable as you travelled with the crew. even on land, kazuha was joined to your hip. he claimed he was there to protect you and that excuse expanded tenfold when you started dating.

he should have never taken his eyes off you, simply searching for firewood shouldn't have consequences like this.

when the last treasure hoarder falls limp to the dusty ground, kazuha finds himself enveloping you in his arms, eyes frantically scanning your face for signs of pain. you're unresponsive, eyelashes shut but your breathing is shallow while your body fights the unexpected blood loss. "fuck," he whispers, much out of his comfort zone when he's trying to find exactly where your wound is. your blood is staining his skin, getting under his nails where it'll haunt and remind him of what happened for weeks, "y/n? love?" your brows knit as if you can hear him but he's unsure if you're just reacting to the pain. your body is most likely in shock and kazuha is running out of time before the shock fades and you're left in excruciating pain until your last breath. the thought makes kazuha feel sick. he was gone for at least ten minutes, how did he lose you so quickly? he shouldn't have told you to stay at camp by yourself. you'd offered to go with him but kazuha trusted you'd be safe without him, even just for a few minutes. his face turns sour at his own thoughts. how foolish had he been to think you'd have been safe without him? "i-i love you," he stutters out, voice cracking as he presses a kiss to your head, burying his nose in your hair when he tries to blanket himself in your scent - begging to the archons that he'll wake up in bed, "come on, let's go back to the alcor, beidou will get help." he's speaking to you in the softest of tones, his voice hushed as to not disturb the silence of the countryside - or attract more unwanted attention. carefully, kazuha raises himself to his feet with you in his arms. he sees tomo in you for a moment, forcing himself to swallow when there's a suffocating lump in his throat. by the time kazuha has stumbled back to the alcor, beidou rushing over with her face void of colour, your heart is no longer thudding against your ribcage. kazuha will never again hear your heartbeat when he lays his head on your chest or feel your pulse in your wrist when he grabs hold of you.

wanderer figured it was foolish to fall in love after all he'd gone through. what was love when you've been betrayed so many times before? when the archons have so harshly ripped the ones you love away from you? he likes to scowl and shun the premise of love until he met you, an adventurer from the guild assisting in vahumana darshan commissions. you would stubbornly strike conversations up with him, following him as he walked away until he finally caved and would reply.

was it foolish to fall in love or rather was it foolish to place his fragile trust back in the hands of the archons?

his ears are ringing, was mawtiyima forest always this loud? no, it's not even loud - it's silent. the silence is buzzing in his ears, driving him insane as he watches you cough blood onto the dirt. you'd been tasked with clearing out the treasure hoarder camp within the glowing forest - but wanderer isn't stupid. to let you do that alone? he'd be a mad man. but now he isn't too sure if he should have tagged along. would it have hurt him less to find out you'd passed away out on a commission through the guild? or is it hurting less to watch as you splatter that precious red that you humans rely on all over the ground? wanderer finds himself barely able to utter a word. that's rare, he usually has something to say in that stark, rude tone he never explicitly dropped. it made him cold, it stopped people approaching and getting close. why didn't it work against you? "w-why are you looking at me like that?" you croak out, pupils dilated and staring at him in concern. he's as pale as the snow on dragonspine but the tip of his nose is a pink hue as tears well up and sting at his widened eyes. he's not crying, he refuses to cry - he puts it down to not having blinked for a while. so he blinks but you're still hunched over, impaled by a polearm before him. he finally moves forward, kneeling carefully to the side of you as you let out a choked sob, your hands gripping his cold ones tight in yours. he's confused, what did he do to deserve it this time? he didn't ask for this existence in the first place. cursing under his breath, his eyes land on your sword on the floor. it's worn, getting dull and wanderer questions if you was unable to protect yourself properly. no. he didn't protect you properly and the archons saw an opportunity, another jab at his curse of an existence. his eyes dart between you and the blade, then the polearm that isn't welcome where it is. you wince, hiccuping as you wail into the silence of mawtiyima forest. your vision is falling hazy in between the blur of your tears and you're struggling to keep your eyes on your boyfriend's familiar face. "no, no, no - don't go," wanderer panics. it's the first thing he's said since he offered to join you on this commission, "don't leave me, not you too." you let out a sad laugh, coughing blood once more as your breaths get shorter with every one you take. wanderer feels sick, the tears are falling down his cheeks and he can't deny them anymore. there's a last breath, raspy and suffocating before your body falls forward into his arms, limp like a doll. wanderer screams out into the night, hands clutching at the guild's uniform you would proudly wear. how many more times was he going to witness someone getting hastily robbed from him?

xiao keeps his distance, even as your beloved boyfriend that you struggle to be away from for extended periods. you were stubborn, believing he didn't have to succumb to his karma as an adeptus. no matter how much he would shuffle away, he could guarantee you would shuffle after him until he no longer moved away. you still gave him his space - you knew you could find him at wangshu inn.

or if you really needed him, in the midst of the night for a multitude of reasons, you could say his name.

there's a lump in xiao's throat, what the fuck happened? one moment he knows he hears your hurried screams of his name, there's a shrill panic in your tone and he's alert in seconds. he thought you was perhaps in danger but when golden eyes see how you're leaning back on a tree, blood soaking your shirt - and your blade, he realises the danger is gone. and in all of your stubbornness, you had defeated the danger alone but put your life on the line as a result. you smile at him weakly, his footsteps silent as he rushes over to your side. "i got it, don't worry, love." you sigh, tilting your head back on the bark. xiao scowls, you're losing consciousness from the blood now, it's starting to pool beneath you and run down the cracks of the bark behind you. this isn't a minor injury and yet you hadn't called for him sooner? "we need to get you out of here - morax- zhongli- he can help," he barely breathes in between his words, swallowing at the tight feeling in his throat when your eyes are closing, "keep your eyes open, please." his beg falls short of no one's ears other than his own and the stars above. xiao stops breathing himself, holding his breath when he hurries to press the pads of his fingers to your neck, your wrist, anywhere he can try find a pulse. but there's nothing, your body is still warm and xiao pulls you flush to his chest when tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "keep.. them open. please." he repeats in a whisper, nudging his nose against your head as he buries his face into your hair. he's begging in hushed whispers, words disappearing into the strands of your hair in silent prayers.

kaeya was the one who chased you first, lisa's darling library assistant. he'd never spent so much time in the library in his life, other than crepus' own library at the winery but he wasn't much fond of that collection. he isn't much fond of the knights' collection either, reading the same book every day. jean occasionally entrusts you to handle matters in the valleys of mondstadt, to which kaeya is quick to always interfere and say that he'll go with you.

history will always repeat itself until the lesson is learned and an innocent soul has to face the reality.

thunder booms over head, followed by a distant crack of lightning that illuminates the dark sky above mondstadt. kaeya is stood, motionless as he looks at you. his eyes are distant, there's a vacant look about him when the blood is running down your bare legs and mixing with the rain. you're both soaked but your clothes are staining red where a mitachurl's axe caught you in the side. the blood is coming quick and heavy, there isn't time for kaeya to get you back to the city. this scene is familiar when you fall to your knees in the mud, hands holding at your side for pressure. suddenly, your hair is a bright shade of red. is kaeya about to stand and do nothing for a second time, when history is repeating himself right in front of his very own eyes? he swallows but it's difficult, rushing to your side. you're losing consciousness but your eyes are scanning his face. the sun kissed skin, the worn leather eyepatch and his messy blue ponytail that now looks like waterfalls cascading around his face. you smile at the thought. you should visit the waterfalls of mondstadt when the weather picks up so you can gawk at them. "baby?" it comes out of his mouth, barely audible above the rain, "say something - are you okay?" you almost throw back a playful retort but your vision is darkening around the edges and you're grasping to what sight you have left to look at kaeya. your vision blurs when tears threaten to spill - are you scared? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. kaeya's gloved hands cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "stay with me, love, i can't lose you," kaeya's frantic and his words are jumbling when he panics, "we'll stop the bleeding and take you to sister barbara-" kaeya pauses when he notices you haven't blinked despite the rain falling onto your face when he pulls his forehead away. there's a distant look in your eyes, the light has faded and he can't feel the hot, struggled breaths you was taking against his skin anymore. a flurry of angered swears leave his lips and he's careful when he carries you bridal style to the dawn winery. it's the first place he thinks to take you, back to his brother who can't bear to see kaeya stood in the rain again with blood drenching his clothes from the long walk to the winery's front door.

© https-heizou 2023.

[yelshin]

SAVING WHO? I ONLY KNOW SPENDING | MLIST | ♡

﹙SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER X FEM READER﹚

An: lets all take a break from Xiao and Scaramouche's bs AND FOCUS ON SPOILING THIS SPOILED KITTEN. also i didn't add the pics since i dont think its necessary anymr and yes this is still Adopting Meowmouche fic

Tw: none

"[Name] i sent some money on your bank account, since you deserved it very much my dear; u can spend it on whatever you like" Your heard your mother speak through the phone and you have mixed feelings about what she said; concerned and happiness.

"but Mother i already have my own money.. you should save up for yourself too yknow.." your mother chuckled and said "we both know that your mother dont know what is the word saving up!" You laughed with her on the phone, you agree with her because when you met Kuni you immediately showered him gifts and even affection!

"mother i think i know where i got this genes coming from" you giggled while looking down at your sleeping kitten at your lap "Mhm definitely not coming from me" you let out few laughs before saying your goodbye to your mother and wishing her to take care as always and hung up

"Now where should we start first.."

1. First things first you head to the store to buy 2 sack of cat food; wondering how will you carry it to your cart with Kuni inside your bag while watching you struggle to lift up a heavy sack 'this is harder than i thought..' you gathered up your strength and successfully carried the sack and put it on your cart, tho you wanna bring another one but you decided to buy one for now.

2. "Do you want that?" You asked Kuni while he keeps staring at the cat bed and it looks REALLY fluffy. He look at you with THOSE big doe eyes which you can't resist; he knew your weakness. He can basically just stare at you and viola! He gets whatever he wanted. You chuckled before petting him "alright well lets see the price-..." You went silent as you check the tag price, sweating drop you look at Kuni while he keep looking at you with those eyes (new west fr/j) "We promised that our budget will be only 1k but... Scrap it! Im buying this." You added the soft and fluffy cat bed in the cart and move on forward.

3. "You already have a cat tree at your rook but It looks boring... Should we buy this?" You point at the very looking expensive cat tree that have some cat toys inside it, Kuni meowed and look around before meowing again. You didn't understand him but you'll just take it as a yes "does this thing even fit in the car..?" You asked yourself and ended up adding it to your mountain cart full of everything that Kuni needs.

4. Just as you we're about to go to the counter you decided to buy Kuni some cat clothes. Now you're filling up your phone with billions of picture of him wearing a different cat clothes while squealing like a high school girl ignoring the weird looks that people gave you "OMG YOU ARE SO CUTE ON THIS!" lets be honest you devoured the whole cat clothing section..

Once you two got home you immediately placed everything on its place, and cook dinner for yourself and make a special food for Kuni. While cooking you heard your phone rang you stopped from cooking and picked up the phone

"hello who's this?"

"[Name] its me Ayaka.. do you have any spare cat toys because Thoma decided to keep a cat too so i was wondering if i could borrow those?"

"ofc! I could send the toys for you tomorrow, also i think you and Thoma should visit the house along with the new Cat he keep in" Ayaka hummed and you could feel her nod "Sure! But its only Thoma coming though because me and my brother have other plans tomorrow" You smiled while using your shoulder to hold the phone while cooking "Alright! Sounds great, stay safe Ayaka and tell Ayato and Thoma i said hi to them!"

"thank you [Name] and yes i will! Stay safe too!" She hang up and you almost drop your phone when you loosen up your shoulder but thank god you have Spiderman reflexes and you immediately catch it

"Kuni its time for dinner!" You called out, seeing no cat appearing or meowing "Kuni?" You start to look everywhere in the living room only to find him sitting on top of the the robot cleaner while the robot cleans the floor.

You chuckled before grabbing your phone and took a picture of him "C'mon lets go eat and after dinner you can sit on top of the cleaner again!" You smiled at him and the whole night you two spent watching movies while eating the delicious dinner you made.

An: definitely did not cancelled the househusband fic i was abt to publish just to write this.. hahahaha...aha feel free to comment below/send ask if you wanted to be added on this fic taglist!

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Final Warning

Final Warning

Aged!Up!Lo'ak Sully x female!human!reader!

Lo'ak is 26 and Reader is 24

Warnings: fluff to angst to fluff, unwanted flirting and comments, fighting, mentions of blood, petnames (darling, dear, ma yawne, baby, sweetness), angry Lo'ak.

Summary: One of the scientists flirts with y/n and she feels very uncomfortable with it. It gets worse every day and she's scared to tell Lo'ak due to she knows what he would do if he found out.

requested by: @ella34435

Sempu - Father Sa'nok - Mother

"Your necklace looks very nice on you. Fits your body well" Tony compliments y/n and she rolls her eyes in annoyance. It was the 6th time he has complimented you this week. The 1st time was about your "pretty doe eyes" and the other time was for your braids within your curly hair.

Usually you loved the compliments and praises people gave you. But lately, it's been feeling like Tony has been a bit.... too overbearing with his comments. "Thanks. I have to go" You said as you began to hurriedly pack up your bag.

You rushed out to leave but Tony grabbed your wrist, halting your movements. "I think you and I should go on a date. Wouldn't it be easier to be with your own kind?" He begins to say as he takes a step closer to you.

"What is that supposed to mean "My own kind"?" You asked as you take a step back wringing your wrist out of his grip. "I know you love Lo'ak but don't you think that you should be with someone that's your own kind. You should be with a human male and He should be with a female Na'vi" He explains as he looks at you.

At that moment your hand made contact with his face creating a loud *smack noise. You didnt care about the consequences as you force a fake smile onto your face. "Goodbye Tony" You said through gritted teeth. You left the laboratory and began walking towards the sully hut. At least there you'll find peace and quietness.

Tony has been saying those awful comments and things for a while now once you made it clear that you were loyal to only Lo'ak. His words shouldn't have a negative effect on you but they did. Senseless words from a jealous man hurt, stung even.

All they did was bring your negative feelings about your relationship with Lo'ak more to the surface. Both of you were from different species and a relationship with two different species came difficult challenges.

You can't breathe the same air as him

You can't experience his culture the way he does

You can't mate with him in a intimate way, the tsaheylu way.

"Hey ma darling" Lo'ak says with a cheerful smile but it fades once he looks at your face. "What? Is there something on my face?" You questioned as you looked at your reflection on the small hanging mirror to see your soaked cheeks and red, puffy eyes.

"What's wrong my dear? Why are you crying?" Lo'ak asks gently as he grabs your face and begins wiping away your tears. His voice was soft and gentle, it almost made you want to tell him. But you didn't. You couldn't.

"It's nothing Lo, Just a draining day at work was all. How was your day?" You tell him as you put on a fake smile, hoping he'll drop the topic. He opens his mouth as if he was going to say something but closes it and drops the subject and begins telling you his latest adventures around the village, using different voices and hand gestures.

Within a couple of moments, all your thoughts about your encounter with Tony was forgotten as you two laughed and cuddled one another. It's been a few weeks since your last encounter with Tony and honestly, you were relieved that you haven't had to deal with him or his comments.

You and Kiri were wandering around the forest with Tuk who wanted to have an adventure. Lo'ak wanted to tag along and he promised to not cause trouble. "Kiri look!" Tuk shouted happily as she began running towards whatever got her attention. "Tuk wait up" Kiri said as she ran after her little sister.

"You've been off lately," Lo'ak said once you guys were alone.

You turned around to see him running his fingertips over the flowers and before you could respond, he continued his sentence.

"What's going on dear? Something has been bugging you and you won't talk to me and it's worrying me" He says as he picks up a leaf and began picking at it. "Lo it's nothing like I-" You start to say but he cuts you off.

"Stop lying to me! If you're going to keep lying to me at least make your lies more believable" He says raising his voice as he frowned, shaking his head in disbelief. You stand there shocked as you were taken aback from his words.

His words were rough and you just stood there too stunned to speak as you stared at him but this didn't stop his ranting of the situation. "Everytime I see you, you have this sad look in your eyes and you're always deflecting me, putting up a wall and shutting me out.

Sometimes it looks like you've been crying and I know you've been crying but you pretend like nothings wrong. Do you not trust me anymore? Do... Do you not want me anymore?" He finished his rant as he looked at you with sad eyes.

"No no Lo'ak I do trust you and I still do want you" You say as you step up onto a rock and place your hand on his face. "But you don't tell me anything. You don't talk to me" He argued as he turned his head to the side. "There's nothing to tell Lo'ak! Tony is-" You start to say but immediately stop yourself from continuing that sentence.

"Tony. Tony's been the one making you upset and cry?" He sneered in digust wrapping his long arms around you, lifting you off the rock and placing your feet on the ground as he knelt down in front of you. "You are a important person to me. You're my person darling. I love you so much. And if or when someone is making you cry, I need to do something about it." He says as he kisses both of your hands before getting up.

He started to walk away but you stopped in front of him. "No Lo'ak don't do it. It's not a big deal, Everything is fine." You told him but he did not listen. He had a temper just like his Sempu. You didn't want to think about what he'll say or do now that he knows.

Lo'ak continued to stomp his way back to the village, with you tugging on his arm in an attempt to stop him.

"Ayo Tony!" He screamed into the area

Everyone was going on about in their daily lives. Children running and screaming in joy as they played. Teens helping the adults and learning.

Calm before the storm

Tony looked over from the screen he was messing with and all color drained from his face. A small part of you was happy to see his face go from happy to terrified in just two seconds. He hands the device over to one of the scientists and puts his hands in his pockets, putting up a fake smile.

Lo'ak didn't give him anytime to say something as Lo'ak punched him square in the mouth. Tony stumbles over and falls onto the ground and Lo'ak takes this opportunity to hop over him and throw punch after punch. There was a sound of a bone breaking and you grimaced as you glanced to see Tony's bloodied face.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the scene unfolding in front of their eyes, gasping and whispers heard all throughout the area. "What the hell is going on Lo'ak?!" Jake shouts as he pulls his younger son off the boy.

"You stay away from Y/n! Or else next time it's going to be worst you fucking asshole" Lo'ak growls as his chest puffs up and down in anger. "Someone take him to a medic, and you" Jake said as he turned to Lo'ak, anger in his eyes and voice.

"You and I are going to have a serious talk boy" Jake finished as he grabbed his son's arm and began dragging him away. Lo'ak looked your way and shot you a proud confident smile as he walked away.

Later that evening you were sitting by one of the many rivers in the forest, running your hand along the water and watched how everything glowed in bioluminescent glow. You heard a twig snap causing you to turn your head towards the noise.

"How the hell are you even here right now?" You asked Lo'ak and he shrugs his shoulders as he made his way to you. "Well I told him what happened so I'm grounded for 4 weeks, considering that I did break his nose. It's better than anything my Sempu had planned" He answers you before crouching down.

He looks around then looks back at you. "I have to go soon but please. if someone is bothering you or making you uncomfortable, please tell me. I don't want you dealing with it alone anymore" He says as he gets up and grabs your hand, helping you up.

You couldn't help but give him a hug as you buried your face - well mask in his chest. "That was dumb of you for beating him up. What if you got hurt? Or worse.." You whispered as your mask made a hissing sound and he grabs the chin part so you can look up at him.

"I don't care. You're ma darling, ma girl and ma everything. I don't want anything to hurt you" He says and you tilted your head down, trying to hide your blushing cheeks.

"You need to go home now. I don't want you getting more grounded or skinned my your Sempu or Sa'nok" You say as you pushed him in the general direction of the village. "Okay Okay I love you baby" He says as he gives you a swift kiss on the head.

"I love you too. Now go" You tell him as you give him one last push giggling in the process.

[linipik]

FAR OUT AT SEA

"Shiro is determined to know if the new human research base is a risk for his fellow merfolk with the help of a marine biologist and research intern Adam."

rating: T

pairing: Adam/Shiro

tags: Adam (Voltron) Shiro (Voltron), Keith for half a line but he is there, Merman Shiro, Everyone lives, First Meetings, plot-driven action, Alternate Universe Merpeople, Canon-Typical Violence

This fic is part of the Once Upon the Seashore PDF (get it for free on my Ko-fi)

Chapter 4 of 4

Deep under the waves, Shiro needed a very long time to put himself back together. He was not as naive anymore, he didn’t have the strength to defy the stormy skies and the furious currents of the ocean and venture deep inland among unsuspecting humans. For a time, he could not think about ships without shivering, he could not talk about the base and what happened there. How he put everything he held dear in danger by getting close to the edge of humanity and pretending he knew better.

It was quite a while before he wanted to talk to his fellow merfolk about the surface.

“As a species, humans are a threat, more occupied with power struggles between them than for each other,” he told to Keith one day after he pressed enough, “ among them, there are individuals worth meeting but keeping our distance is the best thing we can do, for all of us” 

Despite everything, Shiro’s mind wandered sometimes, wondering about the fate of that one person that was so worthy, their half smiles, and what they could have had with another set of circumstances. No matter how unfortunate the escape from the base had ended, it would have not been possible at all without Adam, who chose to stick with him the one time that mattered. Shiro owed him his life, yet he hadn’t even said a proper goodbye.

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As time passed, Adam kept dedicating himself to marine life research, …and taking advantage of his increasingly better positions to destroy all information related to merfolk he came across. He considered it a way to ensure that not seeing Shiro again was for a reason. It was a just and good reason, right? Making sure that whenever Shiro crossed his mind it didn’t spiral into all the unsolved questions and the what-ifs… All the memories and hopes crashed down alongside his already little respect for military research. He found someone amazing and now was cursed to never see him again, unable to even speak about it.

One late afternoon, right when he sat down to review the draft of a paper by his lab assistant about microbial sea pipe life forms, there was a knock on his door.

“It’s not office hours,” Adam complained.

“That’s why I’m here.”

The familiarity of that voice crashed onto Adam’s brain like a tsunami wave. He scrambled to the door and found Shiro outside, dressed in a uniform from one of the institute’s suppliers. 

He looked different in all sorts of ways the scar now healed, another one on his forehead that turned that whole section of hair white… a missing arm. 

“What are you doing here?” Adam blurted after a few seconds, sounding a bit drier than he intended, “What if someone sees you? it’s not safe”

“Safe from what?” Shiro retorted, amused in spite of himself, “The sleep-deprived assistants?”

“I don’t know, just, you should not be here!”

“I wanted to see you.”

I wanted to see you.

“What for?” Adam hissed, looking out the corridor, wary of any passerby.

“you helped me, you really did, it could have been so much worse and I wanted… I should at least say thanks, or explain myself to you”

Adam pulled Shiro get into his office and locked the door. He himself had made sure nobody could link Shiro with the incident at the base, his own hands had destroyed all evidence and he knew there was nothing to worry about. And yet.

“Adam, I...” Shiro started.

“You don’t need to explain anything. You owe me nothing, I owe you nothing.” Adam interrupted him. “Officially nothing happened. I made sure of it”

They stood in front of each other, evaluating the silence. Should they pretend nothing ever happened? Or worse, that what happened was not important? Adam had sacrificed his life project, yet he still wondered. 

Shiro had undergone a truly traumatic experience, but he found himself here, looking for one human. They both had acted in the name of doing the right thing, in a situation way above their capabilities with the very real option of their lives being over, figuratively and literally, they almost did. 

And they both were looking at each other anyway, with the sun setting through the window, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore as they have done for eons. 

They both had survived. Adam had to smile and Shiro had to mirror him.

Maybe they could just pick up from where they left it, go to the nearest town to catch up with a friend, and let go of the strain of just surviving for what seemed years with something like… a date?

Yeah, a date sounded about right.

THE END

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A Time to Love and to Fight

Part Fifteen

Summary: Enjolras reflects on his feelings for you (reader) and his life to this point and beyond.

Notes/Warnings: 18 + and higher, mentions of a nude woman, Implied sexual acts (no direct word use to depict it) sexual acts being referred to, implied sexual act taking place in the open (darkened corner) , mentions of death (all off the page), mentions of drinking…do it responsibly…and be of your legal age…can be dangerous, description of a brothel (imagined scene from the film…is in the collage) the couple shown in collage is just an idea…by no means is to take away how you imagine him and her!

I have strayed away from Enjolas in this chapter, by giving him a touch of a backstory. I am still trying to keep how I believe it would play out with him.

This runs a bit long, wanted to do Enjolras justice…hope I did.

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Not long after wrapping his arms around you, he felt as you nestled close. It wasn’t long before heard your breathing even, a sign you were fast asleep. He kissed the top of your head.

Glancing outside his window, he saw dark blue of the dawn, as it attempted to come into his room. Musing, began to swirl in his head. Ever since you walked into the warehouse, felt incredibly protective of you. The way your eyes had grown seeing him or how your scarf slipped off as surprise took its grip on you. A fondness was not far behind and now that fondness turned into love.

Laying here, he couldn’t help but wonder about what if. Once he joined the revolution, he had not looked back. He relished in what they were doing and accomplishing.

He had said his goodbyes to his mother and father. He had prepared them and himself that there would no wife, no little one chasing around his knees. He had left that to his sister.

Before he had become a man with a conviction, his days had been easier. As a young student at the university, he’d spent those days debating or fencing. During the day, he studied hard and would spend his nights playing games and drinking till the world would spin. His sole worry, if his father would send enough funds so could continue to drink and eat as he wished.

During one of those nights, when drinking with his friends had made him fuzzier then usual. A pang of loneliness had filled him that night. It was a night where wind howled in the alleys, the rain had fallen heavy just like tonight. Easily, he had allowed his dear friends to finally bring him to the house dedicated to the physical side of life.

The air had been heavy with stale perfume, ale and those of the people who moving and and sliding against each other. It turned his stomach, he could not for the life of him know why his friends would frequent this place.

Glancing around, he saw people who would disappear into a room, not many closed the doors. Obscured and not so obscured he saw women were riding men, men were riding women along with women with other women and men who were entangled with other men. There was nothing wrong with any of this. They all seemed happy enough. There in the shadows of this place they could unleash what they had laced up during the day, under the light of the sun. He could not imagine, the happen chance of this kind of intimacy.

Despite the cool cordiality between him and his parents, they had taught him of how to keep mutual respect should be between a man and woman. He couldn’t imagine not having that for whomever he decided to finally be with. And the idea of paying a fee so that someone was then to be subjected of another’s whims truly made him ill.

If the rain had not lasted so long, he would have managed to make it back to the university. But that was not what happened. He had taken a spot at one of the bars. Standing there, no idea where his friends had wandered off to, was when she walked up.

Her hair had wound tightly. Her make up was heavy, only later when she drew close did he realized it attempted to hide the shadows had taken up residence on her face.

Her touch, had been gentle and soft; it had been easy to rebuff. A few drinks later accompanied by a conversation where he couldn’t even remember how the words had been knit to together, he had wobbly from the drinks. It had become a chore, to push her away.

With little luck left on his side, he had avoided her dragging him into one of those rooms. Not particularly happy, she had won in bringing him to a shadowy corner. Kisses, that she had managed to plant and he had even returned were clammy and very unpleasant, at best.

With the drinks flowing more in him then his own blood, she had gone from being astride his lap to straddling it. It had quickened his young body. As her fingers continued to slip and move over him, the beat of his heart increased.

Desperately, he had tried to tell her it had been enough and had not wished more. He didn’t wish to spill here or allow her to urge him into doing so. In the end, with still more drinks passing between them, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. So when she opened her dress to her navel, he noticed that the shadows traveled all the way to her navel. It had made him swallow hard. He almost stood at the sight, yet that was when she had distracted him.

Her beasts, her body had long since lost long since lost its soft, subtleness. She was around his young age of two mere decades, no more he reasoned but all of this lifestyle aged her.

Finally, with any possible words he could speak got stuck. His body and the alcohol had allowed her skilled fingers to make his body tighten and his body to feel things he wasn’t familiar with. In quick movements, she brought one of his hands under thin cotton to a breast, and she had worked fast and soon, he was piercing her. He had barely knew what was happening, when his entire body tightened and after some kind of rush, he had only ever felt trying his luck of hanging out of a high window when she was already standing because it was all over. She had giggled and patted his cheek. He swiftly composed himself and managed to stumble in the darkness of the back to his room at he university.

When his eyes heavy, head throbbing and bile churning he recalled the well past midday what had happened. He was wracked with guilt, sadness even that he had allowed that to happen. After cleaning, and scrubbing at himself he dressed in clothes that didn’t resembled trampled autumn leaves and with a heavy purse, he searched out the locale of his ill feelings.

Finding, she had given a good laugh and had assured his purse and feelings were misplaced. He would not be rebuffed so easily. So he tried and tried. The last time he saw, it was the first time had seen a raised temper. Yet, she still pushed him off. One of the ladies, stopped him when he had turned to leave. They spoke of her declining health. Trusting the girls word, he gave them the purse. He still has no reason for doubt. So when he returned to check, the news of her passing finally reached his ears. It had caused a pang in him.

So a short time later, it had been a month perhaps a little longer when a man spoke of change that was still desperately being needed, at one of the pubs he frequented. It wasn’t long before he left the university, those friends and he joined the ranks.

That man spoke of amazing ideas, justice that still needed to be served so he followed and learned from that man. When a Royal Army Sniper, snuffed the man’s life out he chose to fill those boots. Yet he did not and still does not want to be the leader, he he does encourage and help fuel the dedication of his comrades and others. When he in return took the life of that sniper, he thought of the girl who he had never learn the name of, who died of illness that she mostly likely got because working in that kind of place was her only option. And he swore he would make Paris great, a place where people could be free and not have to answer to a king or an emperor for that matter.

Though, laying here with your softness nestled close, and memories of the laughter and sheer happiness of each others company grabbed him. Was he truly, finally feeling what it was like to be with someone you merely wanted to be happy with and live.

He could take care of you forever, and be content. He could see himself filling your belly with little ones who would smile up at him and you with the pure love only a child could give.

He gasped, a very hard grip from you and soft whimper ripped his musing to pieces. “My angel. Wake up.” Glancing down, seeing the anguish of possibly another nightmare was filling your face. “Chase that nightmare away.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Your lashes fluttered, then your eyes focused and a soft smile spread across your face. “Enjolras.” His name was hushed and breathy on your lips.

He replied with own smile. “Are you alright my love?”

You smiled broader. “Of course I am. Why?”

“You had appeared to be having another nightmare.”

“Oh? No, well I don’t remember.” You blinked a little more and he delighted in his you turned towards him, yawning gently.

*******

Enjolras, pushed the sack into your hands.

“Buy a few things from the market. Make a big display on how after the heavy rain, you wanted to enjoy the bright sun.” He told you.

His fingertips glided over the curve of your cheek. You leaned into the soft touch. “Say, how you wished for some sweet treasures for you, your mama and even Greta to enjoy. Ones, that she didn’t have to labor over.”

“But, but Enjolras…” Your voice faded. You had never lied quite like this. Sure you had been, having those wonderful evenings with him but at least you had been here. Now inwardly, you worried you trembled at the idea.

He cupped your cheeks, drawing your face up.

“Oh, my angel I know. You are an honest, girl. I just don’t wish you to receive any wrath because you and I finally shared our love, like two adults do.”

His eyes were warm but also filled with a determination you only saw when he spoke of his passion for what he and his comrades did.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

*******

You tidied up. Your ribbons were back in your hair, your dress clung to you once again after being laced up and you were prepared to do what you must.

Your hand was on the knob, when he grabbed your other hand and he pulled you close. He was so warm and solid. “My love we only do this, because of those thoughts that doctor had planted in your mama’s mind. Or I would attempt to speak to your mama myself.”

“I know.” You replied, swallowing the lump that formed at the idea of being parted after being so close.

“That is my angel.” He whispered, before his lips met yours. You took sheer delight, his how the feel of his goatee, grazed your cheeks, face as he kissed you. It sent tingles to your heart.

******

Leaning near his window he glanced at his bed, mere hours ago you had been laying under his blanket looking up at him. You were so soft, the light from the candles licked at the two of you. Swallowing, he looked down at the courtyard and watched as you hurried across it, holding the sack tightly.

He was relieved you had listened to him and not lingered. He should have walked you out, but once again he did feel no set patterns was most likely a good idea. These days one never whose eyes you fell under. Like the doctor, seeing how he had pulled you close when he had one last kiss. The idea brought anger, to his stomach that now the man was using that against you.

A sharp, knock shattered the silence of his small room. It had better not be that the ever snooping primary tenant.

Reluctantly, he pushed himself off the wall and went to answer the door. The sharp, knock came again.

“Enjolras, wake up!” Came the impatient voice of Grantaire.

Enjolras smiled then.

“Let us in. It’s rather important.” This time it was Courfeyrac.

Still smiling, he shook his head. He undid the lock and opened the door. “What do I owe the pleasure at this early hour?”

Grantaire’s lips were pressed together as he brushed past him, barely meeting his eyes. Moving quickly, Enjolras watched as he grabbed and took his wine bottle from the shelf and poured himself a glass. The bottle and the glass, jangled loudly.

Enjolras turned to Courfeyrac. Who closed had the door, and was wringing his hands

“One of you speak up. What is going on?”

“We received a message. General Lamarque has died.”

He turned, he went over to where Grantaire stood. He grabbed the bottle, he eyed the liquid slosh around after he grabbed it. Several emotions flooded him at once.

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[bukojuiice]

to the most explosive boy i’ve ever loved before — bakugo katsuki

ೃ pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem! reader

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You like to save things. Silly things. Ribbons. Polaroids taken during the summer. Old candy wrappers to put behind your phone case. Most especially love letters. Of all the things you save, your love letters are some of your most prized possessions. you keep your letters in a white hatbox your mother bought from a vintage store downtown that sells all kind of things. 

They aren’t love letters that someone else wrote for you; You think that you don’t have those. Because you think that no one has fallen in love with you. No being on this vast earth has had their heart beat 120 times a minute walking past you. In contrast to your ever so wandering eyes. These letters are ones you’ve written using your hand and heart. These are times you’ve written a letter expressing endearment-whether shallow or deep, each one towards a different person.

When you write, you hold nothing back. you write like he’ll never read it. Because he never will. Every secret thought, every careful observation, everything you’ve saved up inside yourself, You put it all in the letter. When you’re done, you seal it, address it, and then you put it in your hatbox.

They’re not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. These letters are for when you don’t want to be in love anymore. When you’re tired of falling for him. They’re for bidding goodbye. Because after you write your letter, you are no longer consumed by your all consuming love. it doesn’t keep you up at night anymore, it doesn’t remind you of him every time you sing along to love songs, it doesn’t make you think of how he wants his breakfast cooked, it doesn’t plague your mind like the homework and tasks you’ve ended up missing... 

it gives you peace and closure.

that’s truly the meaning of the letters. 

they’re supposed to set you free. 

but do they really?

You open up your hatbox, looking for the letter that you wrote to Katsuki all those years ago. 

Once you had found it, you take it out, as the letter was still neatly kept, and wrapped tightly with a light coral bow. You absently smile when you notice the little stickers of the sanrio character badtzbadtzmaru (a character that reminded you so much of him) and pastel red polco stickers attached to the sides. you place the letter on your desk, contemplating on whether or not you should be reading it as you first reminisce why you fell in love with him in the first place.

the two of you were childhood friends. 

It was a cliché at it’s finest, but your whole family was a little in love with him despite his rather pompous and airy attitude. he was the cheeky yet adorable only son of your next-door neighbors who came over after classes to play just dance, or smash bros on the wii with you. during the summer, the two of you would play, camp outside of your houses, go out on picnics and go stargazing at night, and he’d always try his best to cheer you up whenever you were feeling down. there was always a grumpy and gruff tone to his voice when he’s trying to be soft and nice yet, there was always genuine love behind those words. 

but, most importantly, he made you feel special. and not in the way that you felt like he was your responsibility but because despite his attitude, constant brags and whatnot, doubled with his other “friends” constantly hyping him up, further inflating his ego...

You were his reminder to stay on the the ground.

You were there for him to open up to you, to share his struggles and insecurities and to just bare his heart to you. his quirk was powerful and so was his personality, but, his heart only became as strong as his physical capabilities because of you. 

But... what happened?

The second year of Middle School happened. 

Katsuki became a shell of a person he once was. 

He still retained his explosive personality but due to the grueling peer pressure that the Middle School hierarchy brings upon you, he became an asshole who could care less about others, began to bully a seaweed-haired kid your age who just moved in next door, and started to always put himself on a pedestal. 

He was like an Icarus who was flying too close to the sun... and so the two of you drifted apart. 

Just like that.

Then, he moved away that same year, due to the demanding jobs and occupation of his parents.

Gone without even having a chance to say your proper goodbyes to him.

With a heavy sigh, you finally began to read the contents of the letter you wrote for him when he left. As soon as you realized your crush on him was more than just within the confines of puppy love; you brought out a pen and some crafted paper, and wrote to your heart’s content. 

Dear Katsuki Bakugo,

Remember that scene in Lilo and Stitch where Lilo prays for someone to be her friend, asking for the “nicest angel you have.” and Stitch comes crashing down from the sky into her backyard?

That is the best way to describe how you came into my life. 

When I was a little kid, I only noticed the most bizarre features and facets to your personality. The way you scrunch your nose, your facial expressions like that of a gremlin, your cool quirk, and your loud personality... but as I grew older, I noticed a lot of more things. 

I noticed how spiky yet soft your hair was, your passionate crimson eyes that are so full of confidence yet burdened with responsibility, your quirk that became more than just explosions with how you would tell me the science behind it, the way you would talk to me and soften your very loud voice, and how you would even let me win a video game even though you hated losing. 

I’ve learned to look at you in a different light because I’ve fallen in love with you. 

You were like a tiny spark ever since I met you. Effervescent, bright, always appearing, and always beaming. Like a crackle of lightning. You shined bright for others in your own little ways. Constantly growing and glowing brighter like the feelings I had for you.

Ever since, your presence in my life was like a burst of beautiful fireworks popping inside my heart whenever I would think about you. 

However... even though we both started as no one but just little kids, holding hands, and trying to traverse this maze called life...

and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall. 

I realized that you didn’t need me anymore. 

Like these mementos we have stored, all these these memories we share. 

once were things —

now nothing anymore. 

We promised each other with our pinkies intertwined that we would embark on this adventure to become heroes together. 

yet, what happened?

Katsuki, Suki, Suki-kun... 

If the boy I used to love and cherish with all my heart would come back again... then I wish things could come back again to the way they once were. 

May it be in another day, another year, another time, or even another universe... 

Please come back as the sparkle of light in my life again.

                                                                                                                          Sincerely,

 (Y/N) 

“(Y/N)!” The soft voice of your mother echoes around the house. “Katsuki-kun and his parents just moved back next door? Why don’t you say hi?”

“H-how?” You whisper to yourself, peeking through the window and seeing some moving boxes present in Katsuki’s old room. A familiar spiky-haired boy peaks through the window, noticing your wide-eyed gaze at him. 

His eyebrows furrow, tilting his head slightly at the sight of seeing you.

These were the same crimson eyes, same hair, same old gremlin yet handsome face you’ve wanted to see again for such a long time. 

This was it. It’s him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Katsuki-kun?”

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somewhere only we know

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chapter one: somewhere only we know

pairing: eventual jean x gn! reader, as of rn, mikasa ackerman x gn! platonic! reader

wc: 1192

tags: angst, MAJOR AOT CH 139 SPOILERS, major character death mention, mentions of death, mentions of violence. Reader is eldian, but no mention of physical attributes.

a/n: With the end of aot, I needed to write something to cope, this is not fluffy ahhh, but I wrote this while I was crying to this playlist by @alert-arlert (ty for the 10/10 playlist heh). This isn't exactly romance buttttt I don't think I'm done writing this tbh and want to explore that with any upcoming parts. This is also like my second piece of writing for anime and my first time writing something of this sorts lmao, any criticism or advice is appreciated.

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You brushed the hair out of her face.

The past three years had not been easy ones. Not for anyone. The years had been especially unkind towards Mikasa Ackerman.

She stirred in her sleep. You always felt terrible disturbing her; she always looked so peaceful when she was asleep, crimson scarf wrapped around her, chest rising and falling. The withered and whorled bark of the ancient tree hardly being a comfortable resting for the young woman, and yet, the tranquil expression on her face could convince any wandering traveller that the tree was a worthy place to lay one’s worries to rest.

“Mikasa, it’s getting late. We should head back.” For almost every week, for the past three years, you would accompany the young Ackerman to visit the grave of her most beloved. On some days, you would sit with her, reminiscing of days long gone; on other days, the both of you would sit in silence, looking upon the vast fields, the view which once was obstructed by the imposing walls; a grim reminder of the events that transpired years prior. Occasionally, you would watch Mikasa from a distance, allowing her to spend time with her memories of Eren.

“Hm? Oh. Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Mikasa stretched, looking towards the sky. You lent her a hand as she slowly got up. Giving you a tender smile, the young woman thanked you. The both of you began making your way down the hill, one of her hands clutching yours, the other grasping the wilted flowers she gathered from Eren’s resting spot.

You gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. “They’re all coming tomorrow. It’s been a while. Wonder if they all look the same.” You glanced down at your feet, the feeling of uncertainty rising in your chest.

The young woman smiled at your actions, “It has, though I’m sure they haven’t changed any more than we have. Knowing them, they would always stick out like sore thumbs, no matter where.”

You let out a faint chuckle, taking a deep breath in as both you and Mikasa approached the small lodgings in the distance. What she had said was true. It was inevitable that all of you would have changed. Turning your head, you observed the Ackerman; she had grown out her hair; the once blunt ends now neatly sat gathered over her shoulder. Mikasa had endured, more than most would have. You understood that. Eren’s actions weighed heavily on you as well, mentally and physically. Oftentimes, you would catch yourself looking at your reflection of a store window, confused as to who you were seeing. A weathered soldier? A traitor to their nation? An Eldian? A devil?

Maybe, Armin had grown his hair out again, like when you all were in the training corps. Were he and Annie together? Connie still hadn’t visited his mother, had he? Did Jean ever shave that excuse of a beard? Your eyebrows scrunched together, questions forming and disappearing in your head. You shook your head, smiling at the thought of your comrades, no, your dear friends, the ambassadors of peace. Did they manage to find a way to curb the threat of war?

Mikasa reached for the handle on the worn door, turning it and stepping inside to the cottage; she closed the door after you came inside and made her way to the washroom.

“It was a long day. I’m going to take a bath. Do you mind making some tea in the meantime?” You gave her a nod and turned to shrug off your cardigan, setting it on the small table by the house’s entrance. You tossed your head back, eyes landing on the grainy mahogany ceiling, your eyelids fluttered shut, and you heard the washroom door close, the sound of water filling the tub following shortly. Opening your eyes slowly, you lowered your head. Walking over to the kitchen, you filled a kettle with water, setting it up on the stove. Leaning back on the kitchen counter, you allowed your eyes to close once more.

You had come back to Paradis with Mikasa on that day.

It was sort of a haze for everyone mostly, the feeling that they had woken up from a long dream. You had thought it was the end of the line for you and your comrades, death inevitable as you were all turned into pure titans in a flash.

You remember seeing her emerge from the smoke clutching Eren's head in her arms, holding him close to her heart. The sight of his decapitated head contrasting the memory of him from just moments prior. He had been sitting with you, explaining why he did what he did, apologizing, sharing his regrets and saying his final goodbye.

Was this death? No, it couldn’t have been. Mikasa was there; she wasn’t dead, was she?

“I should go. If I stayed, Eren...He wouldn’t get a proper burial; they wouldn’t give him one.” Mikasa had come and sat next to you, whispering a goodbye before getting up to leave.

You jerked your head back, scrambling to stand up, stance wobbling, “Mikasa, wait! Where are you going?” She faltered in her step, turning around to face you once more; seeing Eren like this was still a harrowing sight.

“Paradis. It’s useless for me to keep fighting. I’m taking him home.”

“You can’t go by yourself! The Yeagerists would string you up in the square for doing what you did!” Eren Yeager was dead. Mikasa Ackerman had killed him. The Yeagerists would never let her live if they knew that. “I’m coming with you! I won’t- I can’t, lose any more people to this.”

Mikasa’s shoulder’s dropped, giving you a steely-eyed expression. “No. You will stay here with Armin, and he’s taking the blame for Eren. You can work out a plan with him and the others to save humanity.” Armin and the others? Were they alive?

Pivoting around, you saw the hoard of Eldians embracing one another in the distance. A gasp left your lips; you turned to face Mikasa, glassy-eyed, your chest heaving, overcome with relief.

“I’ll be fine. I played my part in this story; I want to go home. Please.” As much as you wanted to run and find Armin, Connie and Jean among the rest, you would never forgive yourself if you left her behind to play diplomat, as she suffered in silence with no one there to comfort her.

You stepped up to her, “Mikasa, I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I? You’re my family as I’m yours, and what kind of person would I be if I abandoned you now? Armin will be fine. He is plenty capable, and besides, who would take care of you?” She opened her mouth to object. You gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She averted her gaze, and she shut her mouth, opting for a curt nod.

And with that, you and the Ackerman girl made your way back to where it all began, your home. Paradis. You turned your head around one last time to watch those closest to you disappear from your sight.

a/n: I hope this was okay, if you liked this story and would like more parts please let me know !! as well as if you wanna see some other relationships blossom with the reader...jean is coming soon tho so yeah

Leave a like/reblog if you enjoyed reading this. I would appreciate it a lot <33

[thenextchapter22]

PART SIX!!

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

In this chapter: You are back at the HOL...

Tags: Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst, WIP

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Authors Note: It’s been a month and my hiatus is over now, so please enjoy this next part!! Love you guys so much ~~

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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Being back in the House of Lamentation was a little strange. After a few extra days at Diavolo’s in that admittedly larger bedroom than yours, Lucifer had taken you back home. He bid you a quick farewell, a single hug and hair ruffling with his smirk, before he said he had duties to attend to. And things seemed back to normal with that. It was a little anticlimactic but…

Home. This was your home. Lord Diavolo gave you, an Angel (and were you still technically one, without your halo? Only wings and some leftover magic?), permission to live in the Devildom. A place for Demons, not… you. He called you ‘family’. Even Barbatos, when leaving the Castle, had smiled at you and given you a happy goodbye and an invite to tea whenever you’d like.

“Your company is always welcome,” the demon butler had said.

You stood just outside your doorway, as if turning the handle would transport you somewhere else. Maybe this was a dream. It was all too surreal to have actually happened.

Once you were inside, barely two steps in the bedroom, an invisible weight lifted off you. This was where you spent your nights, either totally alone and at peace, or with your housemates to keep you company. Studying with Satan or reading a novel and talking about the characters while sitting in your bed, or watching DevilTube with Mammon and laughing at the rom-coms because he was a sucker for those. If Asmo came back late from a party or if he was lonely and needing cuddles, you both would stay up late gossiping about everyone, and you would hear funny stories about Solomon or the brothers. When Levi would come out of his cave, and bring his handheld games, and you would battle each other for hours (you usually won only a few times but it was still fun). Eating midnight snacks you and Beel snuck out from the kitchen, waking up with crumbs in your bed and a different demon boy in your bed, Belphie, who was cuddling you and mumbling in his sleep, warm and soft, like the twins had traded you off.

The only demon brother who never came in your room was Lucifer… That man was always in his own bedroom, up late doing paperwork or wandering around doing things for Diavolo. He overworked himself constantly.

You smiled, recalling the first time you had ventured in his bedroom at night to give him some coffee and poison apples to snack on. He was grateful for it, and he smiled with crinkles in his eyes and warmth radiating from him, and he thanked you. It was one of your best moments here, with him. A small one, but still perfect.

“You’re back!!”

You jumped in surprise as your legs were attacked and you very nearly fell over. Your train of thought vanished immediately. Looking down, then seeing the mop of blonde, you realized it was just Luke.

He was a sweet Angel, still learning and growing, and he had a heart of gold. Sometimes he was a bit sensitive to the demon brothers teasing (mostly Mammon’s). It was funny to watch him get all flustered and red-faced when that happened and insult back to the best he of his abilities.

“Hi Luke,” you greeted, returning his hug. “I’m happy to see you.”

He grinned up at you, head just reaching mid-level, his chin resting on your abdomen. “I missed you. Are you feeling better? Simeon told me everything and I’m so excited to hear you’re an Angel just like us! You have to tell me all about when you lived in the Celestial Realm, please?”

Simeon chuckled from behind Luke, tugging him away gently. “Let’s leave her alone while she gets settled back in, okay? We can visit another time. We came to see Lucifer.”

Luke pouted, but sighed and nodded. He took your hand and squeezed it once. “I want to hear all about it, okay?” he asked with determination.

That was Luke, always adamant and cute. You smiled and ruffled his hair, the youngest Angel huffing. “I promise I will, Luke.”

Simeon waved goodbye, shutting the door behind him, and that left you alone in your little room. You fell onto your bed face first and inhaled deeply, rolling on your side and clutching a pillow to your chest.

Now what would happen? Things seemed to be returning to normal, but would everything?

A knock. “Are you in there Angel girl?” Belphegor’s voice came through the door.

You were a little nervous to see him, but he was the last demon brother you’d thought you’d see first. Seeing as he was usually asleep somewhere.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t only Belphie. It was all of the brothers, minus Lucifer, and they had wide silly smiles on their faces. And then they tackled you in hugs, squeezing you and overwhelming you with their tight holds and back rubs. You just laughed and let them, knowing they probably had been worried about you after all.

“Guys—please, guys stop! I can’t breathe,” you laughed, shoving at the arms and torsos around you. Once you were free, you stepped back and smiled. Seeing all of their happy faces had your insides twisting in joy. “I missed you guys so much, it’s good to see every one of you.”

Mammon spoke first. “Damn right! We’ve been totally freaked out about you. We-well, I-I mean, I haven’t been losing sleep or anything, but they all kept asking Lucifer where you were and when you’re gonna come back. Ch, losers.” His face was flushed when he finished. Why was this white-haired demon so damn cute when he was trying to not care, you would never know the reason.

“I lost no sleep,” Belphie stated.

You chuckled. Typical Belphegor. “Well, I am sorry for worrying everyone…” You frowned, and looked at the floor. There was that inner voice telling you that even if they were all here and hugging you, it was still possible for them to dislike you for lying, hiding this entire time. “But… You don’t… hate me?”

Asmo gasped. “No, dear, we don’t hate you at all! We love you!”

That made you tear up a little bit, and Asmo cooed and hugged you. Mammon grumbled and Asmo gave you one last squeeze then let you go. Your face was a little bit red but only from the embarrassment of nearly crying when being told you were loved.

“How could we hate you? You’re still you,” Beel said.

Satan agreed. “Yes, exactly. Only now you have wings and magic we didn’t know about. You’ll have to show us sometime, I’ve never seen an Angel’s wings in person, only in textbooks. It makes sense why your grades in Celestial History are on par with my own.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, well… only up until a certain point…”

Satan chuckled. “Yes, I suppose that is true. I do want to see your wings, but we were told you’re still healing so there’s no rush.”

“Yes, we want to see them too, darling~”

“The Great Mammon should get first look.”

Waving your hands to calm them down, you nodded and agreed. “Okay, I promise I’ll show you eventually. But like Satan said I do have to take it easy for a while.”

You were planning on going for a midnight fly session tonight, though… But that was a secret that you felt comfortable keeping, like a small white lie. Hopefully no one would find out.

There was one demon who hadn’t said a word, in fact he barely hugged you like the others did. Leviathan. He was quietly standing in the doorway, fidgeting on the balls of his feet, probably waiting for his turn to say something but too shy to speak up.

“Levi? Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

He jumped in surprise, but nodded after a moment. His face flushed and he fumbled with his hands, he usually did that when he didn’t have a phone or device in them. “I-I just want to say… Please don’t ever ever EVER leave us again. I don’t know what I’d do without my midnight gaming buddy. And, well, I just—I love you, okay? You’re my Henry and you aren’t allowed to leave like that!” He was flustered when he finished and avoided eye contact with everyone.

The other boys ‘aw’ed and you smiled in happiness. It was incredible to know that no one hated you for hiding this from them.

“I won’t ever leave you, Levi.”

That was a promise you hoped to keep. These 6 demon boys here were family, your own siblings, and you loved them and all of their weird quirks.

“Hm, I want to ask you something,” Beel’s voice rang out.

Oh no, this was it. The dreaded questioning. They would want to know everything, why you left, where you were, why you lied. And you didn’t know if you had to courage to speak up.

“How did we not remember you?”

Oh thank the Heaven’s. Good kind Beel, nothing bad ever seemed to come from him. Shoving the urge to sigh appreciatively out loud because that would cause actual questions that would be difficult to answer, you instead pondered the question. Would it be against Lucifer’s wishes? He never mentioned keeping it a secret from his brothers.

And so, you told them. About Michael and their memories being tampered with. And they were livid. So livid in fact, they all transformed into their demon forms. And your room was filled with infernal magic and wings and tails flickering. It was intense, but you knew it all came from a place of love. Even Satan, who had yet to be born at the time this happened, was upset, his green tail twisting around. In the tiny space, it was a lot.

Holding up your hand, hoping this calmed them down, you spoke softly, “Please relax everyone. I’m okay now. Simeon and Lucifer helped me. No one can hurt me here.”

“And… you’re staying?” Satan asked.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

They all relaxed, and changed back to their ‘human’ forms. You felt that you could breathe again.

The silence was tense, and you swallowed thickly, trying to think of something to say. Luckily, someone else did.

Asmo clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Let’s have a movie night! Popcorn, blankets, cuddling. It’ll be so fun! It’s the perfect thing to reconnect.”

Good ole’ Asmo, you would kiss him if you didn’t think it would cause a disaster. “Yeah, let’s do it,” you agreed. “But I pick the movie. We’re watching a scary movie.” You wiggled your fingers, chuckling.

Mammon’s face dropped. “Uh, we—we should watch something else, like an Action movie. A superhero movie, those are awesome!”

“Why, are you gonna cry if we watch a horror film?” Satan teased.

“Yeah, poor Mammon’s gonna wet himself,” Belphie joked.

“He probably already has,” Levi chuckled.

Mammon growled, and reached for them with his hands, probably to strangle them, but you stuck out your hand. “Please, no fighting. We can watch a funny movie then.”

Mammon relaxed. “I didn’t care either way!” he declared.

So your bedroom was transformed into a fort of soft pillows, blankets and sheets. Satan used a spell to make the bed larger for everyone and he TV was enlarged, too. Very handy spellcasting. Beel and Levi went to get snacks and drinks, and everyone else got the room set up with pillows for everybody.

After the movie started, and everyone was situated on the huge bed, it was quiet. Everyone was scattered around with their own pillows and you felt surrounded by warmth. This was exactly what you needed, just some time with them, feeling at peace.

But the comfortable quiet did not last long.

From where Mammon was snuggled beside you, he nudged your arm and said, “So… are you gonna tell us about it?”

You blinked. “About what?”

“Your life with the humans. We want to know everything. What it was like, who you met. Oh, did you meet anyone famous?”

Satan sat up straight. “Yes, did you meet any historical figures?”

Everyone seemed to be listening in instead of watching the film now.

You thought it over, and nodded. “Yeah, a few I guess… they were ordinary people to me at the time, though… Just your fellow human helping out other humans. I tended to keep out of any major conflicts so not to affect too much. I guess just part of what I’d been taught growing up in the Celestial Realm: don’t do anything to change the path humanity will take.”

Mammon nodded. “What was one of your favorite memories?”

Wow, that was a hard question to answer. You even said so. “I lived on Earth for a long time... I have a lot of stuff packed in my head,” you chuckled.

“Aw, c’mon, there’s gotta be somethin’ that sticks out,” Mammon said. “You can’t think of one thing?”

“Oooh, what was your favorite style of outfit? Maybe those pretty dresses from the 18th century?” Asmo asked.

“Anything before the invention of the internet has to be the worst,” Levi commented.

Beel, while chewing on some popcorn, said, “The food is always gonna be good, but when the cheeseburger was created was probably my favorite time in history.”

You chuckled at each of their comments. But you did go through your favorite memories, friends’ long past and different towns flashing through your mind’s eye. Overall they were happy memories but in the end, it was always the same endgame. They died, and you moved on.

You must have made some noise or done something because Asmo made a cooing noise at you. “Oh, sweetie.” He immediately pulled you into his arms, tucking you into his neck to pet your hair. A few tear drops fell but you did sob or cry at all.

There were hands rubbing your back and arms, and you looked up to see the brother’s saddened smiling faces.

“We are here for you,” Satan reassured you, stroking his hand up and down your upper arm. His hand was warm and comforting.

Levi sniffled, and squeezed your hand. “Don’t cry anymore, you don’t need to when we can protect you now.”

Beel reached behind himself, and held out a candy bar towards you. “Hey, do you want some of my chocolate? It’s got small crunchy bits in it. And chocolate makes you feel better.” He smiled, and handed you the candy bar. It had a bite out of it, but the thought was nice.

“Thank you, Beel.”

“And here, take my blanket, you look cold.” Belphie put his small throw blanket over your lower half, making his brothers curse when it buried their own arms or hands.

You smiled up at him. “Thanks, Belphie.”

Asmo made a huffing sound. “Well, I want to play with your hair. Can I braid it, please?”

You giggled. “Go ahead, Asmo.”

You let them pamper you up, while the movie played in the background. Eventually the movie ended and Levi set up a racing game, and you all selected your characters and played together. It was a perfect first day back home.

[inkedwarrior]

Blue Ocean - Chapter One

AN: Alright, so here is the first chapter of my Saul Silva x reader fic. Hope you will enjoy it!

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

”Stop fidgeting, you look fine,” Farah is eyeing you up and down, smiling. You stick your tongue out and flip your hair over your shoulder. Her smiles widens and she tugs on your hair making you yelp, swatting her hand away whilst trying to avoid falling down. You loved her to bits but she was excellent at driving you crazy.

”I’m not worried about my looks Farah, I’m just a bit nervous,” you say while looking around for your backpack. Spotting it next to your suitcase, you exhale and sit down. She takes a seat next to you and grabs your hand.

”Y/N, I promise, it will be alright. You already have good control of your powers and not to mention, you’re my sister,” she says the last bit with a laugh and you can’t help but to join her. Starting Alfea is a daunting thought, but knowing that your sister is going to be there right beside you makes everything a little bit easier. Still, you can’t help the feeling that something will go wrong. What if you don’t make friends? What if you don’t get along with your suit-mates? Sensing your worry, Farah grabs a hold of your hand.

”Hey, look at me. What did I just say? Everything will be fine and if anyone bothers you, I will just sic Saul and Andreas on them,” she never breaks eye contact and you feel yourself calming down. Starting her third year at Alfea, Farah already have a close knit group of friends. You remember her coming home after her first year, already having made good friends with her two roommates, an earth fairy called Rose and, to your big surprise, Princess Luna, the future queen of Solaria. She was quick to tell you that the princess was a kind and charming girl, nothing of what you would suspect a future monarch to be. Along with the two girls, she had also made good friends with a boy named Ben, whom you had met once when he and Rose stopped by your house during summer break. He was also an earth fairy, and you thought he and Rose made a beautiful couple. Last was the two specialists, Saul and Andreas. The six of them seemed to do everything together and you could tell that your sister truly had found friends for life.

”You know, I don’t mind you being quiet but it would be nice not the spend the entire journey in silence,” Farah nudges you and motions at your bags. Standing up, you slowly grab your backpack and suitcase. Looking around the house, you crack a smile.

”Let’s go, I’m ready, and just because you said that, I will talk the entire way there,” she laughs and grabs your hand again, pulling you towards the door. Following her out, you open the boot of the car, shoving your bags inside. Grabbing hers as well, she gets behind the wheel while you slam the boot shut. Settling in the passenger seat you turn towards her.

”So, I’ve already made a playlist and I will sing along to every song. Now that you’ve been warned, you can’t complain,” Farah rolls her eyes and starts the engine. Leaning back and fiddling with your phone, you think that maybe everything will turn out alright anyway.

Arriving at Alfea, you can’t help but to stare at the enormous building. The architecture is beautiful and you wish you could print this moment. You’re finally here, at the most prestigious school in the Otherworld, something that you’ve looked forward to since Farah first started. Forgetting why you where even nervous in the first place, you bound out of the car and open the boot to grab your things.

”Easy there, one might think you're about to wet yourself,” Farah closes the boot and looks around the courtyard. She spreads her arms out wide and turns to you.

”Welcome to Alfea. I hope you will love it just as much as I do,” you nod your head eagerly, too excited to say anything. Instead you reach for her hand and she smiles, taking it. You open your mouth to ask where you will be going but an excited squeal interrupts you.

”Farah, you’re finally here! We’ve been waiting forever, forever haven’t we Luna?” Rose is skipping across the yard with Luna following behind at a more sedate pace. Farah lets go of your hand in favour of embracing first Rose and then Luna. The three start chatting excitedly and you look around awkwardly. You can tell that Farah takes notice of your emotions quite quick because she turns towards you and gestures at the two other girls.

”Alright, so this is Y/N, my sister. She starting first year,” Rose is quick to embrace you too, and you gently hug her back. ”Yes, omg, it’s nice to see you again! Are you excited, I bet you’re excited,” talking five miles per hour, Rose babbles on and you barely have the chance to answer. Luna smiles at you and offers her hand.

”I’m Luna, it’s nice to finally meet you and put a face to your name. Farah here spends quite some time talking about you,” you smile and take her hand. ”Likewise and I could say the same about you Your Highness,” at the use of her title, she rolls her eyes and takes a step back.

”Don’t bother with the title dear, you can call me Luna,” you nod and turn towards Farah again, just in time to see that Ben has joined your group and has wrapped his arms around his very excited girlfriend. Farah is busy laughing at how Rose keeps bouncing up and down at the spot and Ben looks over at you. ”Y/N, hey, it’s good to see you again. Did you have a nice summer?”, nodding, you start up a conversation with him all while walking towards the fairy dorms. Rose continue to blabber on with Farah and Luna answering her. You and Ben follows a few steps behind, talking about a hike that you dragged Farah out of the house for. He laughs when you mention an incident involving mud and Farah turns around to protest.

”Hey, did any of you guys see Saul and Andreas? I haven’t seen them,” stopping outside what looks to be your suite, you place down your bags against the wall. Ben checks his phone and shakes his head.

”No, I talked to Saul before I left home, but I haven’t heard from him since then,” Rose leans against him and Luna takes a seat on the bench along the wall. Farah joins her with you opting for leaning against the doorway.

”Knowing them, they’re already down by the training area,” Luna rolls her eyes and shoves at your sister. You feel like you’re missing out on some joke, which you probably are. It reminds you that this is Farahs friends and that you don’t actually know them at all. Clearing your throat, you pull of off from the wall.

”Well, it was nice to meet all of you, but I should probably get inside and get settled,” you smile and pick up your bags again. They all say goodbye, heading away towards their own suites but your sister stays behind. You turn and walk inside the room, Farah following you quietly.

”I can unpack by myself, go join your friends,” she snorts and sits down at your bed. You sigh and after a moment you join her, leaning into her side. She grabs your hand and smooths your hair out with the other.

”They will survive a few more minutes without me, I want to make sure you’re okay and all,” you smile and shove her gently.

”Thank you, but I’m fine. I’ll see you at the mixer right?”, she stands and you stay seated. You can hear voices coming from the doorway and you assume that it’s your new suite-mates. Farah nods and bends down to give you a quick hug. Greeting the two girls in the doorway, she gives you a thumbs up and disappears around the corner. Standing, you head towards the open space in the middle of the suite to introduce yourself.

”Hi, my name is Y/N and I’m an air fairy. I’m assuming you’re my roommates?”, you hold out your hand and the black haired girl is first to grab it.

”Hi, I’m Cassia and I’m a water fairy. It’s nice to meet you,” she shakes your hand and smiles gently. You already like her. The other one, a tall girl with gorgeous blond locks introduces herself as Nyx and tells you that she is a mind fairy. The three of you start to unpack your belongings while asking each other questions and getting to know each other. Both girls are in slight awe when you mention that Farah is your older sister and it makes you wonder just how popular she is. Time flies and before you know it, you’re heading down to the mixer. Saying goodbye to your new friends, you look around for you sister, or any of her friends. Seeing none of them, you decide to wander, hoping that she will find you instead. You barely make two steps before you collide with something. Or rather someone.

”Woah, hey, easy there,” strong hands grab onto your arms holding you steady. Looking up, you’re met with the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. Piercing ocean blue eyes stares down at you and frankly, you’re at a loss for words. He chuckles and offers you his hand.

”I’m Saul Silva, it’s nice to meet you.”

Tagging: @silvafox

[peridots-pixiwolf]

ah. seems the special interest i've now had for 23 months, the only one that still consumes a portion of my mind at all times, just turned six today, and not a single one of the several lists I have to keep track of such anniversaries bothered to warn me of this early enough that I could actually draw something for it in time

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 20: Second Assist

Characters: Captain Logan “Sy” Syverson, Shane Benton (OFC), various other original supporting/secondary characters

Summary: Shane reunites with friends and family, hashes out some feelings, and gets real with Sy. Can their relationship survive her trauma? And the threat that still looms above them?

Romance and Smut Abound HERE!

Word Count: 4500

Warnings: Mention of rape, alcoholic beverages, violent imagery…feels out the butt.

Author’s Note: You guys are so splendid and beautiful! I can’t thank you enough for your support and encouragement to finish this piece. First, welcome to new readers! I know poor Henry’s injury and subsequent physiotherapy has driven some of you here, and while I’m sorry for him, I’m glad I can consider myself something of a pioneer in this particular genre and provide you some help for your newfound thirst. To my OG readers, it is to you I owe this entire work, parts written and incomplete, and I hope an eventual book deal. I mean to mention you in my acknowledgements, should this ever reach a willing publisher. You’ve inspired me so supremely that I cannot quantify it, even with the words I hold so dear.

Since my last chapter was posted, we’ve said a relieved goodbye to 2020 and a tentative hello to 2021. To be honest, this year has started out worse than last year. Lots of bad weather in my area this winter, my sister is currently on her way to a new life in another state, and my grandmother, the last grandparent I had, passed away in February. Those last two things have been especially difficult to shake off and recover from, both coming to fruition pretty suddenly. Amongst all that, I’ve been pretty distracted by my other fandoms, especially Marvel, and I’ve been reading a killer book series that I’m utterly in love with. (The Throne of Glass novels by Sarah J. Maas. 10/10 recommend.) But I knew I needed to get back into Shane and Sy’s story, especially given the new and rekindled interest in the subject matter. In all honesty, I’ve had most of it written for months. It’s just been a matter of finishing it off to set up the rest of the story.

I really hope you all enjoy Chapter 20, Second Assist, and would love your feedback and notes. You are all so important to this story, and your notes, reblogs, and comments are cherished. Thank you so much for reading! Love from Hannah!

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Shane woke in her warm bed, late morning sun streaming in through her sheer curtains, the heavier drapes parted to let in the light. She wished she'd remembered to close them before now. She really was not ready to be awake.

She was sore. Achy. Her sleep had been fitful and full of shadowy nightmares and muffled screams. Beyond that, she didn't try to remember images or events. She knew the general premise of the dreams. It would take a lot of time, effort, or a miracle to make her forget those traumas she'd been through in the last week. Not even forget. She knew she never would. But move on from them. Accept them. And heal from them…even that seemed a mighty obstacle. One she was not sure she could surmount.

Through the open bedroom door, she could hear Lynyrd Skynyrd and the clanging and sizzling of pans, and she could smell bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Sy had left the room, but had not, it seemed, gone far. She gingerly sat up, stood from the bed, and donned her robe as she walked out into the hall and down the corridor to the kitchen.

The sight before her warmed her heart. There was Sy. In only his boxers, daringly frying the notoriously dangerous breakfast meat. Upon her entry to the kitchen, she could also smell pancakes, and she thought syrup, as well. He seemed to be warming a bottle of the maple unction in a pot of hot water. He turned as she stepped on a squeaky floorboard, and grinned widely at her.

"Mornin' sunshine." And she was struck by the irony of someone with such a radiant smile calling her sunshine. Especially when she didn't feel much like beaming. But she couldn't help return the expression, even through her pain.

"Mornin' bear. Did you go to the store?" She knew she couldn't have any bacon in her fridge, and she doubted her eggs and milk were still good at this point. But she also couldn't think that he would leave her for any reason.

"Nah, some of the guys brought over some provisions. Matt worked on your car all night, too, and filled up the tank. It's as good as new. He and Nate brought ‘er over as well as the groceries. I just had ‘em get stuff I knew your family wouldn't be bringing later. They've had tons of food given to them this week, and they're ready to share. You should have seen your mom loading me down with sandwiches and chips and whatnot when I visited them."

"I still can't believe you met them. I really wanted to introduce you personally." Shane's face fell. She would never be able to get that back. She wanted to cry. Sy had poured her a cup of coffee and sat it in front of her with her favorite creamer.

"Darlin' I’m so sorry. I had to talk to them."

"I know." she sniffed. "I'm not mad. Not at you. Just…"she didn't want to say Elliott's name. "I'm disappointed that the experience was stolen from me." That so many things had been stolen from her. By that monster. There was no other way to describe him. Sy growled. As if he could read her mind. He really just knew her well enough and shared her thoughts.

"Well, don't worry, we'll have a nice dinner with them one of these days, and we can pretend. Sound good?"

"Yeah, and I can feign nervousness." she laughed.

"And I'll pretend too. That I'm scared to meet your dad." he chuckled. "What if he threatens me with his shotgun?"

"I'll pull the ol' 'Daddy, no, I loooooove him!' line, as I throw myself between you!"

"That oughta work." he laughed and kissed her on the forehead as he stepped toward the stove and flipped a pancake.

As they sat eating their late breakfast, Shane's mind wandered. Nothing had changed on the surface, but everything was different now. This cozily mundane breakfast with her boyfriend felt like an out of body experience. As delicious as it was, as wonderful and comforting as it should feel, her guard was up. Even through her amiable façade. She was not the person she was two weeks ago. She was not the same woman who said goodbye to Sy at the base. Maybe that was the real transformation. Maybe that was why nothing felt normal. It wasn't the world, but her own self coming back into it.

"Shane?" Sy asked, gently, but it felt like he was speaking through a megaphone directly into her ear. She was so startled, she nearly dropped the half full mug of coffee that was paused midway to her lips. A bit sloshed out onto the table and splashed her shirt.

"Shit!" she chided herself. It wasn't a big deal, but she felt stupid jumping at the sound of her own name.

Sy reached for the closest towel, hanging from the oven handle, grabbed it and started for her clothes with it. She stopped him. But she couldn't think about why the intimate act made her uncomfortable.

"No, don't, it's fine. These clothes have seen better days, anyway." She pulled the towel from him and began to mop up the small puddles of coffee around her plate.

Sy seemed to note the stains already present on the shirt, as if trying to divine their history. She was something of a messy eater, so the battle wounds of many a barbecue, spaghetti dinner, and hurried breakfast peppered the now off-white SATB club tee she'd gotten her second or third year in college choir. She thought back to a huge room with high ceilings. White, cinder block walls, flecked tile floors, a beautiful, glossy, black baby grand in front of a long whiteboard with black lines to resemble sheet music. She thought about the mnemonic device she'd learned to help her remember what notes appeared on each line, and in the spaces between them. She pondered the deeper meanings and implications of these devices. EGBDF…every good boy does fine. She thought about the "good boys" in her life. She knew many. Her dad, her brother Ethan, Sy, obviously, her many male coworkers and friends…and honestly they did far better than "fine." They were wonderful. But she was letting the "bad boys" she'd encountered dictate her mood. Permeate her psyche. Tear her down. She didn't want to be like this. Then FACE came to mind, and above their purpose of indicating the notes between the lines on the staff, they called her to action. To face these newly minted demons with all the strength she knew she possessed, and she too would "do fine." But as with almost all actions, this was easier said than done.

She felt a warm presence on her left hand which had paused it's torture of the now coffee-infused kitchen towel. Sy's hand was squeezing hers gently.

"Shane." he uttered, barely above a whisper this time. She looked at him through tears that she had not realized had formed. He continued.

"Shane, what can I do, darlin'? I'll do anything."

"Babe, you're doing everything you can, and more. This…this is all going to have to come from me. I…don't know when I'll be myself again…" she paused, tears streaming now. "I'm…I'm different."

"You're not though." he reached for her face, but she pulled away.

"I am, damn it! Sy, I was…" Words had power. And the one she was thinking of had more power than she thought was warranted. She knew that uttering it would take away it's power…and yet mustering the courage and strength to actually do so…seemed impossible. She took a deep breath, and disassociated herself from the statement, even though it was about her own past.

"I was raped." She refused to cry. She felt it all again. She had never said the words. She had never thought it necessary. Everyone understood. Sy, his friends, and she was sure her own loved ones had made the connection. But she knew she needed to say it now to drive home the points she was about to make.

Sy, looked at the table, nodding, not needing to be told in so many words something he already had surmised from the clear evidence. He remained silent. She went on.

"I love you, Sy. I have since the day we met, on one level or another, and I believe that I always will. But I…right now I can't be a proper girlfriend to you. I can't…be with you, touch you, be touched by you, in the way we used to be. In the way you deserve…and I don't know when…or even if…I ever will. Not that I don't want to. That's ALL I want in the world. To go back. To be the woman who fell in love with this…incredible man. To make love with you, but…I can't."

Sy's eyes were full of tears, their predecessors already descending his round cheeks and disappearing into his thick, dark beard.

"Sy, I don't want to lead you on and keep you tied to a relationship with no life in it. You deserve someone who's whole. Someone who can be a fully invested partner for you, and not this broken, damaged--"

"You stop that, Shane. I won't hear no more of this kinda talk. Y'hear? You're my girl. My woman. My person. No matter what. You gotta know I'd never leave ya just cuz you aren't ready for sex again. You don't think that I would, do ya?"

"Well, you went to Virginia…you took that job…knowing the distance it would put between us. Literally and figuratively."

"Biggest mistake of my life." Shane raised her eyebrows in surprise as Sy elaborated. "I couldn't focus on my classes without wishing you were there. Wishing I could team up with you for discussions and hand to hand combat training…that thought got me a little too excited, if you catch my drift." He smirked, pulling a sheepish smile from Shane. "Then in that forest. I dreamt about you every night. I thought of you constantly. I could barely breath sometimes, I missed ya so damned much. I was an idiot. I was insane to think that I needed anything other than you. Any MORE. There IS no more. You're it. You're the MOST! The most important thing in my life."

The declaration hung like vapors in the air, more felt than seen. Tangible yet ethereal.

"And when I found out that you were missing…I was…well, I think I looked like death…and not warmed over. You can ask the program director I met with after I got the news. She could tell I was just sick over it. And as I thought about it on the way home, pieced things together, started thinking about who'd taken you, I got murderous. Shane, I have been in dozens of battles, skirmishes, firefights, you name it. War. But…the sheer bloodlust I felt thinking about what you could be going through…I've never experienced anything like it. Everything was red. Everything. For days. Until I saw you, alive. And then it went red again when I saw the fear and damage on your face." she could tell he was doing his best not to talk about the farmhouse and that basement, but she still flashed back to the moments before and after his appearance there. The moments when she simultaneously prayed to live and hoped to die.

"You don't owe me anything, Shane. I just want you in my life, and I don't care what your presence looks like. Romantic, platonic, or somewhere in between. I'm here for you. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Shane felt the urge to wrap her arms around her boyfriend, but could not seem to move more than one arm to place her other hand on top of his. She hoped the gratitude and love behind the small, but heartfelt gesture landed. It was all she had in that moment, no matter how abundant her affection.

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Shane's family's arrival was a complete blur to her. It was joyous, tearful, and the happiest she'd been in a long time. The moment she opened the front door for them, she was surrounded, engulfed with hugs from her parents and siblings. They stood in their affectionate huddle for several moments before Peg waved Sy over with marked insistence. He'd been standing by, observing happily, but not wanting to intrude on the familial reunion.

When they finally dispersed, John asked the two younger men to help him bring in groceries. The women headed into Shane's bedroom for a more private setting in which to talk. Shane filled her mother and sister in the best she could given the rawness of the wounds left on her mind by the events.

She leaned against the headboard cuddling with Gabby while her mom rubbed her feet. She had insisted on doing this thing that had always comforted her children, and made them feel much better when they were younger.

"Well, I'm very proud of you, pumpkin." The girls both looked at their mother, who rather uncharacteristically hadn't spoken in some time. Shane was nonplussed. Peg elaborated.

"You survived something that many women don't. You're talking about it now, which even more women don't. You may think you're broken, but you're just a tree damaged by a storm, but standing stronger than ever." Trust her mom to lay such wisdom on her. When she felt like giving up. When she just wanted pity. When she could only see defeat. Her mother had always found a way to encourage and buoy her and show her the victory.

"Mom's right." Gabby affirmed, and it was Peg's turn to be nonplussed, as the two women, though similar in so many ways, never seemed to see eye to eye. "It's true. Shane I've seen a lot of women come into the clinic in shoes very much like yours. And trust me…some of them…they don't make it to this point. You've got a long way to go before you're fully recovered, don't get me wrong, but you'll get there. You have us. And you have Sy."

"And then there's Sy." She diverted. "How am I supposed to plan any sort of future with him when…" She looked at her mom, and hesitated. Peg rolled her eyes.

"Shane, I know what the two of you get up to when you're alone. You don't have to be shy with me."

"Still…" she took a breath and spoke. "When I can't bring myself to…sleep with him?"

"Look at him, you're kidding, right?" Gabby chided, insensitively, but recanted at the pained expression on Shane's face. "Sorry, sis. Trying to lighten the mood a touch. Too soon. But seriously, I don't think this reluctance you feel will be permanent."

"And even if it is," Peg took over, "that man is out-of-his-mind in love with you, Shaney." She kissed Shane's toe before putting a sock on her foot. "He almost seems to worship you. Now, you know how I feel about using that term outside of religious context, but that is exactly the kind of love I want for you. Devout, and unconditional."

"But, mom, I can't--"

"Did you hear me? I said 'unconditional,' sweetie." Peg interrupted. "No matter what. No matter the obstacle. No matter the distance. No matter the circumstances. Love unwavering. That's what Sy has for you. I've seen it in him. Trust the momma."

The insistence her mother placed on trust had always ruffled Shane's feathers. Gabby's too, who she could feel stiffen slightly beside her. But Shane, for once, really wanted to trust her mother, hoping against hope that she was right. And that she, herself  wouldn't screw up the best relationship she had ever been in or was likely to ever be in again.

The girls had begun talking about some of the coworkers who'd brought food in the past week, and Peg couldn't resist remarking on the character of her favorites and judging the ones she didn't care for…oddly enough, getting more or less, the correct measure of them, as Shane saw it.

After what must have been an hour from the time they'd arrived, they heard a knock on the slightly ajar bedroom door. John poked his head in.

"Ladies, we've put a casserole in the oven, and completed various manly projects around the house--"

"Oh, daddy, what projects?" She cringed. She hated that the men had felt the need to "fix" things.

"Babe, your guest bathroom had not one, but two leaky faucets, your kitchen table seemed to be more of a teeter-totter, and half the light bulbs in the living room were out. Among other tiny things. You're welcome." he smirked his crooked smirk so similar to her own, and she returned it as if he was looking in a mirror.

"Thanks, dad."

"Anyway, lunch is almost ready. So, when you've finished your confab, let's eat."

Dinner passed amiably, Shane found a reserve within herself to allow some quasi-normal behavior, as long as you didn’t look too closely. She was talking animatedly with her siblings, making their parents and Sy laugh riotously. Shane noticed some odd looks passing between Sy and her father, but chalked it up to paranoia. She wished at least Gabby and Ethan could stay, but Heather would be over soon, and she deserved her own dedicated time. Shane wanted to give that to her.

She said her farewells to her family with promises to visit them the next day, and at least one more time before her siblings went back home, if she could work it out.

Sy was so wonderful the whole time. Standing by her, a hand resting lightly on her shoulder as they waved goodbye to the departing vehicle. He made her feel so safe. They went into the kitchen and cleaned up from lunch. Well, Sy cleaned. Shane was texting Heather about when she'd be over.

"Heather says she'll be here in about a half hour. She's picking up wine and pizza." Shane told Sy without looking up from her phone. She could see out of the corner of her eye, though, that he had just closed the dishwasher and was selecting a cycle.

"Sounds great. Do you want me to get out of here? Give you guys some time, one on one?" He asked as he dried his hands, wet from preparing dishes for the machine.

She thought about it, and shuddered. She played a scene in her head that startled her. In her mind's eye, she saw Sy leave and then moments later heard a knock on the door. Presuming it was Heather, she opened the door with abandon, only to see Elliott standing there under a flickering porch light, smirking maliciously at her and ready to overpower and abduct her again. She shook the thought from her head, but remained uneasy as she answered his question.

"Uh, no. Thanks. I'm sure she'll want to talk to both of us. She likes you." Shane grinned softly at Sy in an attempt to mask her trepidation over the thought of him leaving her alone for any period of time. She thought it had worked.

"Okay, well, whatever you think, sunshine. I don't wanna get in the way." He was wiping down the countertops. She felt so impossibly full of love for him, she was starting to wonder how she hadn't yet burst with it. She couldn't bear the thought of holding him back from a fulfilling relationship. He deserved everything she couldn't give him right now. And she knew she should make him leave her. Cut him loose. But she was, as she'd been since she'd met him, a weak woman. She couldn't stand the thought of being without him. Of him no longer being hers. And somehow worse, of not being his, herself. She would always need him for so many reasons, not least of which being her love for him. Maybe one day, she'd recover from this trauma, and be able to be who he deserved. To give him what he needed.

"You're never in the way, bear." She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his middle and squeezed him as tight as she could. He placed a loving hand over hers, sighing and smiling, though she had no visual proof of the latter. It was just a feeling.

Heather's greeting was no less exuberant than that of Shane's family, but it was more joyful and less emotional, even though she was immensely relieved to see her best friend after so long. They talked as if no time had passed, and Shane mustered up the dregs of her former self to have one more interaction for the day. Thank God it was Heather and not someone who would require more. She wouldn't have it to give.

"I am so glad you're okay, Shane! Things around the clinic have been bleak as fuck. Susan is loosing her mind, Anita is beside herself with concern, and the rest of us just plain ol' miss the hell out of you. And not just because of all of the overtime everyone has been pulling to get your patients seen."

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize…wow, I'm awful. I didn't even think---"

"That you'd be missed? Think again, sister. The place would fall apart if you ever really left. But don't feel guilty. It's the least everyone can do, and they've all said it themselves. We all love you, and know that you'd do the same for any of us if you could at all. Hopefully you won't have to, though!"

Shane nodded, eyes wide in agreement. She wouldn't wish the last week of her life on her worst enemy. On the worst person in the world. Except maybe the people responsible. Tit for tat.

"Well, I'm sorry my absence has caused extra work for all of you." Shane looked into the deep glass of Chardonnay Sy had poured her from the bottle Heather had brought. She felt about as small as the air bubble making it's way up the sloping curve of the stemless vessel. She felt a guilt that she knew was fully void of logic. It made no sense for her to feel guilt for being kidnapped. But she had always had this notion, this nagging voice in her head that told her that her misfortunes were a direct result of her decisions. That she'd inadvertently stepped on the butterfly that resulted in the monsoon she was currently experiencing, and whatever cataclysmic events she would face next.

"Why in God's name are you apologizing for this, Shay?" Heather's tone was kind, but still mildly scolding.

"If I'd never been with Elliott, none of this would have--"

"Bitch, are you a fortune teller?"

"No, but--"

"Soothsayer?"

"No."

"Time traveler?"

"I wish!" Shane chuckled. But she really did wish.

"Have you any real and proven success at consistently predicting the future?"

"I don't, but--"

"No. No buts. No howevers. You had no idea what becoming involved with Elliott could have done. Were there signs, sure. But you can't look on the past as a rubric to judge the quality of your decisions. You know that. You can only learn from your mistakes. And you have."

"Heather's right, sunshine. You really have learned. You look for Elliott's behaviors in mine and shut me down quick if you see 'em. You're not going to let yourself go down that road again. And I'm proud of you for it."

Shane silently worried her wine glass. It was hard to argue with such truth. But it was hard to agree when her own feelings were in such stark opposition. So she did neither.

"Well, I've preached my sermon for the day." she laughed. "I've taken up enough of your time. Oh, your phone. It's in my purse. I think it's fully charged, but I turned it off."

Shane thanked her friend, then Heather hugged them both and took her leave.

"Y'okay, bug?" Sy asked her after what she surmised was several minutes of silence. Minutes she didn't notice as they passed.

"Mmm…" she trailed off.

"Can I do something for ya?" And she really thought about the question. He could probably do a lot of things for her. He could make love to her until she felt whole again, even if it hurt her at first. Not an ideal option. He could probably get them both some new identities and enough money to spirit her away to somewhere her past wouldn't follow. If she became someone new, literally, would she have to bring that old baggage, those old scars, with her? Again, suboptimal. But he could definitely take the source of all grief and turmoil in her life far into the Missouri back country, somewhere not even the hunters would venture, some fallow field or forgotten cistern, and end him. Snuff out his spark of life like a candle caught in a tornado. Spill a fatal amount of his monstrous blood onto the unforgiving earth and send him to the Hell to which he was undoubtedly destined. But did she want that? Did she want another soul as a scar on that of the man she so deeply cherished? He'd say it was worth it. He'd say he'd take a thousand more for her. A million. That was Sy.

"Nothing comes to mind." She lied. And he knew it was a lie, but didn't push it. She was so grateful that he respected her, not for the lie itself, but for the reason she wasn't giving him the whole truth just now.

His phone went off and he picked it up as he stood from his seat at the table. She could only hear that it was Matt, the guy she thought she understood had the car place, before she heard tension in Sy's voice. Even from the next room, she could tell something was wrong, though he was talking too quietly for her to make out words.

She heard him suddenly shout a stream of profanities that he rarely said at all around her, at least, let alone together. There was a bang, and the walls of her kitchen quaked like the tectonic plates beneath them were shifting.

Sy walked back in, his face was red, as were his knuckles. He was shaking an injury out of his hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked, deep concern at his appearance and demeanor, suddenly ominous.

"I need to fix your wall in there." he grumbled, evading, without success. She'd be doing therapy on his hand, next.

"What's really wrong?" she repeated, sternly.

"That was Matt. Elliott's…escaped, somehow. He's in the wind."

Shane's heart became so heavy, she could almost feel it smashing through the kitchen floor and burying itself deep in the cement floor of her basement.

"Oh, God! No! What if he goes to the police!?"

"Fuck that, I'm more concerned about him coming after you!"

The two stared, faces full of equal measures of concern for the other.

Up Next: Chapter 21-Patient Education

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Summer Nights (2)

A/N: Is that... is that...? The unbridled enthusiasm I’m hearing? Or are you trying to reach me with torches and pitchforks for being so untrustworthy? Assuming the first option.

Anyway -- Yes, as I promised, this is the second part of the Summer Nights which you would hopefully enjoy. Waiting for your feedback. It’s the INDEX if you need a refresher.

ALSO, I give a lot of credit to @drawlfoy and @bored-and-botheredwho helped me with editing this chapter and steamed off my emotional breakdown related to my writing (lmao). I love you so much gals and a big THANK U once more!!!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: coarse language; alcohol; Narcissa turning into a shitty-mother (lol)

Tags: @war-sword @paradigmax @winnsmills @idkatee@bforbroadway @okaydraco

The next thing Draco knew, he was being woken up with a massive hangover in the snuggly, way-too-comfortable bed by the high-pitched squeal of his mother.

"You, darling, made a lot of trouble for yourself yesterday," Narcissa admonished her son, a glacial cool look on her face. Entering Draco's hotel apartment, she walked over to the window and opened the drapes with one swift movement, splashing an annoyed Draco with light. He groaned, not yet daring to complain due to his mother's livid mood, to say the least.

"You have no idea of what happened yesterday, do you?"

"Yyy-" was the only sound he could make. God, where to the fuck was he? He hadn't been this plastered in forever.

"Of course you don't." Narcissa shook her head and laughed nervously, although she made it plainly obvious there was nothing humorous about the situation. "You blacked out so hard in that sleazy bar there is no way you can recall anything from yesterday. Look at you -- you are squinting at me like I'm the sun!"

Draco nervously ran his finders through his disheveled hair. He was definitely not in the right mind to provoke the conflict. "I left you the note at the reception," he informed her, trying to slickly get out of the unenviable conversation. "Told the receptionist to hand it over."

Contrary to his mother's accusatory ascertainment, he actually had some glimpses of the previous night (or should he say an all-night rave?). There were for sure drinks -- a lot of drinks; a variety of kinds he didn't recognize from the magical world but still guzzled delightfully. The second recollection was dancing --which wasn't his intention, but with some luck of his -- got invited by some hot-looking chicks from across the table. And yes, he definitely remembers the swaying and the rhythmical moving of the hips along with some cheesy muggle vibes mixed with the smell of booze and weed. Maybe he even hooked up with one of the girls? The last thing he recollects before passing out, almost like through a haze, was seeing Narcissa's furious face screaming something incoherent at him. Overall, that's his all night wrapped in one.

"Do you think the mere note 'I will be fine' was going to calm down my shattered nerves? Draco Lucius Malfoy, I swear to our dear ancestors, I did not raise you to act so irresponsibly." She waved the finger at him warningly. “We come from rich history. You are the descendant from a line of successful forefathers who put their effort into building up our reputation. Do you think Lucius would approve of such unrestrained behavior? I’ve been already hearing of letting you be too careless. Is tha-"

"Mother, could we skip the lecture?" Draco snapped angrily, try as he might to suppress it. "I've heard it too many times. All I’m trying to have is a peaceful life. Without the prying eyes of the media and the meddling of my family..."

"And all I’m trying to have is an integrated, happy family to offer you support and love.” Draco opened his mouth to cut her in, but she shushed him with a wave, clearly suggesting 'Don’t even get me started’ meaning. “I’ve been- been trying  to get a job, going through the infelicitous job interviews and looking for a solution to help our household through the post-war crisis. Have you shown any interest in that? Any?"

"But mo-"

"The last thing I want to have on my mind is dealing with your ignorant, boyish transitional stages, and let me tell you -- you do not make it any easier for me," she said without taking a breath. She exhaled slowly and continued, this time forcing a softer tone. "I ask you one thing for this summer. Let it be an enjoyable time without unnecessary conflicts. We have come to the beautiful country as France. Let's make a good thing out of it."

Draco, who was already wide awake by the buzz of adrenaline, looked at her with a serious expression. Scanning her face made him suddenly realize how hard must it have been for her to bear everything, and seeing the bags of tiredness under her beautiful, hazel eyes stopped him from retorting. "Mother, no matter what happens, I'll always support you. Remember that."

Narcissa smiled. “Oh. I know, honey, I know.” This time she lowered her voice by two octaves, slowly sitting at the edge of the bed. “It’s just… people have been gossiping behind our backs lately, partly throwing the blame at us. All I’m trying to do is protect us from those tormentors. But your binge drinking is not making the deadlock any better, and it drives me mad.” She chortled a little bit and patted Draco’s palm. “So, until the rumors die down, all we can do is raise our chins high.” Narcissa ended, her voice encouraging yet plaintive.

The last thing Draco liked is seeing his mother on the verge of emotional exhaustion, like in this moment. He felt an instant surge of sympathy, so he quickly found himself locking Narcissa in the supportive embrace. She responded to the gesture by wrapping her arms around her son’s neck and stroking his cheek delicately with the back of her hand, just like in the old times. Both of them yearningly wished to come back to those years of frivolity.

"I promise I'll try to be better," Draco said with certainty. Seeing Narcissa’s eyes light up in gratefulness and the smiley dimples form on her features, he assured himself it was the right thing to say at that mother-son moment.

“How could I be so lucky to have such a wise boy,” she muttered proudly, kissing Draco at the top of his head. “But perhaps you should not restrain yourself too much during the holiday. I give you the partial alibi per se. Just keep it under control.”

Smiling, Narcissa got up, straightening up her impeccable posture as in the habit of the high-status woman. For the first time in that day, Draco noticed how elegantly she was dressed up: the black, partly lacy dress stopping at the level of her knees; the shiny-white pearl jewelry perfectly matching her entire outfit; dark yet not defiant high-heels; andhair fixed up in the tight bun. In Draco’s opinion, she looked too prim...even for herself.

"Mother, are you heading somewhere?" he asked curiously.

“Well…” she started, blushing. “I’m going to see my old friend in the coffee shop. I haven’t been there for ages, so it’s one of the chances to meet up with them. Hopefully, you are going to take care of yourself for a few days.” 

"Days?" he asked, shocked.

“You didn’t expect me to travel from town to town, did you?” she laughed lightly. “Bordeaux is quite a route to overcome. So I might be settling there for a few nights. Do you mind it, darling?”

Was he positive about the information? Did he mind? Partly yes. He didn’t imagine the prospect of wandering around the alleys of France on his own, especially on the first day of being there. But from the other side, seeing the joy painted on his mother’s face as she told him about the planned get-together made him feel less skeptical. Plus, getting rid of the extreme supervision for a few days wouldn’t be such a disaster as well.

As he calculated now, the ratio about the idea was 90% pro and 10% against.

"Of course not," he said simply, smiling at his mother.

"I knew you would understand." The crease of uncertainty on her forehead disappeared, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Meanwhile... I have already booked you the brunch downstairs but seeing as you are not in the wholesome state, I might order a delive-"

"Don't..." Draco opposed, rising from the bed and throwing the nearest shirt he could find over his head. "I'll come down. Some fresh air may be a cure for a hangover. Oh, and speaking of hangovers -- do you happen to have an anti-hangover potion?"

Narcissa let out a quiet chuckle and clapped her hands, seemingly satisfied with herself. Her tranquil gaze landed on the cupboard. "As a matter of self-preservation, yes, I do. Try searching inside the bedside cabinet."

He thanked her and then they talked with each other a little bit longer until Narcissa took the pocket watch out of her handy purse, noted the time ("Merlin's Beard, I am so tardy! I'm going to be alone on the platform if I stay here a minute longer!), and –a little startled with her inadvertency – hurriedly declared she should get going ("I really should get going Draco!”). Pecking her son twice on the cheeks as a farewell, she rushed towards the door and, for the last time, turned around to blow a brief motherly goodbye kiss. She left in such a hurry that the only sign indicating her presence in the room a few seconds ago was her familiar perfume lingering about in the air.

Draco gathered his clothes, and after half an hour of very difficult preparations while dealing with the consequences of yesterday's actions -- because the potion finally hits after two to three hours -- he found himself in front of the hotel's restaurant. As he walked in, he had to admit the room enchanted him with its lovely atmosphere, which brought back the memories of his first Hogwart's magical feast as an eleven-year-old boy.

With the large windows allowing plenty of light in, the entire space was in the classical style. The whole floor was clad with marble tiles in the white-like color; the walls were purely white and, apparently, someone must have put a lot of effort not to let a single dust spot appear in there; the ceiling was created in the concept of the sky resemblance making an impression of the real clouds hovering over heads. Three enormous chandeliers made a very good fit with carved wooden tables and similarly-looking chairs.

"Sir, would you like to make an order?" The decently looking waitress walked over to his table, with a white apron around her waist and green, deep eyes staring at him. "I'm Laura, by the way. I'll be serving you today."

He nodded, not really paying much attention to her primitive attempts of having a chit-chat. Cursorily glancing at the menu, he decided on having a french bagel with melted cheese and a coffee which was a specialty of the house as was written in the recommendations. The waitress scribbled something sloppily in her notes, smiled briefly, and then strode away.

The restaurant was almost fully emptied, and the only things heard in the background were a heated discussion of the couple beside the table and a composition of french, old songs prepared specifically for the guests.

Draco let out a small sigh of boredom, thinking yet again about the scenery of today. The only ideas that crossed his mind were either lounging in his stuffy hotel room or finding another hang-out spot to drown his sorrows.

After the War, he had found out it was pretty easier not to give in to any of the memories, blurring them out with the support of Scotch as a coping mechanism. Pansy and Daphne, his childhood friends, had tried to talk him out of it, kindly offering some tenderness and a chance for a conversation. But he had eventually stopped caring about any of that bullshit anymore.

That's why perhaps he'd just--

"Hi!" said a cheerful voice behind him, making him jump slightly at his seat with surprise. At first, he thought it was a mistake; that he must have been deemed as someone else considering he didn't know anyone around, so was in the opposite way. Turning around, however, made him realize it wasn't entirely the truth. "Do you remember me?"

"Hello." Of course, he remembered her. It was the receptionist from the previous day, whose name he didn't bother to memorize. Although he planned on avoiding potential candidates for a talk today, he said truthfully, "Yes, I do. You work here, right?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, smiling. "Can I join?"

For a moment, his sluggish brain did not process what she was asking about, and that made him frown. The girl probably comprehended what it was about because she explained, reading his confused expression. "...the table".

"Oh," he said, feeling more than embarrassed for his dumb reaction. "Yeah, help yourself."

"Thanks," she mumbled, pulling out the chair to make some room for herself. "Tough night, huh?"

The inquiry made him suddenly realize she must have witnessed the whole scene yesterday -- him asking her for a favor, Narcissa drilling her out for any clues about his disappearance, his arrogant attitude, and scurrility as he spoke to her. For sure, if she were smart enough, she would deduce what the situation was about.

He couldn't help it, but a wave of shame pierced through his body, and his stomach rolled slightly.

"A little," he answered minimizing a dimension of the spree, almost like a lie, and then he shook his head. "Listen, sorry about yesterday. I might have been...rude."

A small smile of courtesy formed on her lips. "I presumed you were a little off. Happens..." she said tentatively, gripping both of her hands together. "Oh, and about yesterday -- you lost this at the lobby." She took his wand out, and Draco's stomach made a second roll, the heartbeat hastening like a speed of light. He quickly tried to bring his face to the natural expression, but the girl had noticed that, and curiosity filled her eyes. "I thought I should give that back. In case it was valuable or something."

Fucking great... How was he supposed to elucidate that?

His throat felt so dry he couldn't let out a word of excuse. The moment was so mortifying to him he just reached for the familiar wand and nodded politely in gratefulness.

"Mhm..." Draco hummed, barely audible and momentarily deflated. "It's just... Something I've been training with..."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean, dolt?!

"Oh," the girl unconsciously flipped her hair off the shoulders, probably trying to make sense of the information. Furrowing her brows, she put her hand under the chin. "Are you a magician?"

"Kind of..." he agreed, not happy about the reputation he had just created for himself, but at the same time satisfied he didn't have to make up more explanations.

Luckily for Draco, the uncomfortable pause was rescued by the arrival of the food -- thank Merlin -- and even though he hadn't been hungry at all, now he felt an unexpected appetite to eat up the awkwardness. The girl probably caught a hint it was about time to end an encounter because she grunted.

"Listen," the girl started, clearing her throat yet again. "I better get going. But..."

The next thing Draco knew was that she was reaching to her pocket again, this time taking out something similar to a quill, only without ink. He assumed it must some kind of muggle invention, only a mechanical-like version. The girl uncorked it and suggestively drew out her hand, clearly signifying he should bring his hand closer as well. He obediently did.

"France is a big city," she said, glancing at him and sounding serious. "If you ever needed someone to show you around, let me know."

Without any preamble, her soft, delicate fingers grasped his forearm (he made sure to give her the right one), and with a few scrawls on his skin, she looked at him merrily, blushing slightly, and then left a table.

He stared after her for a while, looking at her curls bouncing behind her back as she walked away at a slow, monotonic pace. After a few seconds, she disappeared out of his sight, letting him finally peek at the note she had left:

'Call me, Y/N,' and a nine-digit number attached.

XOXOXO

A/N: I know this part might have contained too little Draco x Reader momento, but I promise it’ll get better as a plot develops. Also -- is it only my impression, or is Narcissa as changeable as the weather in Germany lol.

[tuanyiems]

Peppermint Chocolate

Kim Yugyeom Fluff Words: 1350 [Masterlist in blog] a/n - I am in love with this little meet cute lol Look forward to seeing this pair again in a future series coming very very soon! ;D

You’re a big believer in self-care. Whether it’s indulging in overpriced bath salts or taking a quick afternoon nap during your work break, you like to show yourself love in all forms. So, when Friday rolls around and you’re on your way home, you don’t even think twice about walking into the gourmet chocolate store.

The bell chimes when you open the door and a warm, chocolatey wind immediately engulfs you. Despite it only being October, the brisk fall evening and the delicious sweet scent remind you of the holidays just around the corner.

Flashes of snow and peppermint cross your mind. It brings a smile to your face as you absentmindedly finger through the rows of chocolate, each piece wrapped carefully in gold foil.

“Welcome!” a deep voice breaks you out of your trance. When you look up, you find yourself smiling wider.

A tall man in a thin, black turtleneck and bright, red apron greets you from behind the counter. He smiles brightly, eyes curling and you can’t help admiring the charming mole beneath his eye.

“Hello,” you finally reply, finding your voice coming out softer than you had intended.

“Are you looking for something in particular?” He asks, leaning on the clear counter that displays an assortment of freshly baked desserts.

“Oh,” you pause, eyes wandering around the store. “Nothing in particular. I’m just looking.”

He nods, looking at you a moment longer. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

You pretend to look over a tray of caramel squares until you see him walking away in your peripheral. Looking up again, you watch his backside disappear behind the double doors of what you assume to be the kitchen.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. You didn’t think the chocolate store would have eye candy too.

When he comes back out, you’re caught off guard again but if he notices the tremor in your gaze, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he holds his arms out, a tray of chocolates in his hands.

“Would you like a sample?” he asks brightly, setting the try on the clear display. You welcome the excuse to get a closer look.

You pretend to look at the chocolates, your cheeks heating when you feel his eyes on you.

“It’s a fresh batch,” he adds.

You purse your lips, trying hard not to smile too big. “They look delicious,” you finally say, reaching for a piece. “Thanks.”

A little too consciously, you pop the square of chocolate into your mouth. You watch him, watching you. It makes you shy but you don’t want to look away. A fresh, peppermint flavor immediately surrounds your tongue. You smile in surprise, brows raising. He is grinning back at you, a proud shimmer in his eyes.

“Minty!” You finally speak, breaking into a giggle. “I was just thinking about peppermints for Christmas.”

He smiles warmly. “Isn’t it a little too early for that?”

You shrug, eyes traveling down to the pastries under the clear glass. “I imagine working here feels a little bit like Christmas year-round.”

He chuckles softly, leaning onto the counter and you try not to think about how close his face is to yours now.

“You should come work here and find out,” he answers playfully.

“I’m guessing that means it’s not,” you laugh.

For a moment, he bites at the side of his bottom lip, eyes staring down at you mischievously. “I don’t know, maybe it will be if you worked here.”

You feel a flutter straight in your gut.

“W-well,” you stutter, eyes trailing before they land on the gold name tag on his apron. “Yugyeom.”

“That’s my name,” he answers softly, eyes teasing.

“Oh,” your hand comes to your lips, face heating exponentially. You didn’t realize you said his name aloud.

Chuckling, Yugyeom pushes the tray closer to you. “Why don’t you have another?”

You nod, head lowering as you grimace to yourself. You take another piece into your mouth, the sweet melting on your tongue being a slight comfort to your otherwise huge embarrassment.

“See anything you like?” Yugyeom lifts a brow.

You clench your fist around the end of your sleeves to physically hold yourself back from blurting out You. Instead you point to the first thing you see. “I’ll take one of that, please.”

“Are you a fan of peppermint?” he asks.

“What?” you look at him curiously before you follow his hands. Only then, do you realize you had pointed to a chocolate peppermint brownie.

“Oh,” you jerk your hands, almost flinging the sample tray off the counter. “Oh dear!”

Luckily, Yugyeom grabs hold of the plate before it can shatter on the floor. His hand comes over yours, a gesture meant to calm you. Your heart jumps to your throat anyways.

“It’s all good,” he reassures you, thumb brushing the back of your hand.

You let out a breath, silently reprimanding yourself. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, I’m usually not this clumsy.”

He only shakes his head sweetly, “A little human error makes you all the more adorable.”

He sends you a wink so smoothly, it takes you a couple blinks to fully register it, but it hits you with full force. You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

You take a step back to calm yourself, but immediately regret this choice when your purse accidentally knocks a row of chocolate boxes off a shelf.

“Oh my god!”

With a face on fire, you drop to the ground to gather the boxes, Yugyeom’s amused laughter only feeding the flame. He’s quick to come around the counter, joining you on the floor. You let him take the boxes from your hands, grateful to have your palms free to hide your face behind.

“I’m so sorry!” You apologize, half muffled by your hands.

“No worries,” he chuckles easily, tucking the boxes back onto the shelf. “They were in an awkward area anyways.”

When you refuse to uncover your face, Yugyeom let’s out a breathy chuckle. His hands are back on yours again as he gently tugs them away from your face.

“It’s really alright,” he smiles at you warmly and you don’t know whether to be reassured or embarrassed that he’s witnessing all of this. Why did this have to happen in front of the cutest guy ever?

With both hands just barely on your arms, Yugyeom helps you back up like you’re something delicate. Or maybe he’s worried you might knock another thing over.

Back behind the counter, Yugyeom smiles at you like nothing happened.

“So,” he pauses and you wonder if that’s a faint blush on his cheeks. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N,” you tell him quickly, deciding not to mention that you didn’t tell him in the first place.

His smile grows bigger when he hears your name. “So, Y/N, is there anything else I can help you with?”

You shake your head, the previous embarrassment still lingering. “Unless there’s a weapon behind your counter and you can put me out of my misery, then no, I think I’m good.”

He laughs at your joke and you feel just a little bit better.

“No, just some hand mixers and a lot of chocolate,” he jokes.

You smile, rummaging through your purse for your wallet. “Well, that’s one way to go.”

“I’ll throw some peppermints in just for you.”

Chuckling, you hand him your card and watch as he finishes your purchase.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Y/N,” he smiles, pushing the boxed pastry on the counter towards you. “Please enjoy and come again soon!”

You smile gratefully. “Thanks, you too!”

The last thing Yugyeom sees is the look of horror on your face before you are rushing out of the store, the bell chimes replacing any last goodbyes.

Yugyeom glances back down to the counter, the red pastry box still sitting by the register. Chuckling to himself, he places the box away, beside his tray of chocolate peppermint samples.

He hopes you’ll be back very soon.

[mistaeq]

Hello! May I please request headcanons for what camping with Joseph and Caesar be like? Especially if they're both crushing on reader? Thanks!

Joseph Joestar & Caesar Antonio Zeppeli: Camping with them

TW // none

Oh god. Oh dear. Dora wrote an actual request. Dora wrote an actual fucking work. Yes I did. I missed writing longer stuff. Hope I haven't lost my ability,,, Thank you for your request, dear! ♡ enjoy~

Camping with both Joseph Joestar and Caesar Antonio Zeppeli crushing on the reader. Neutral!reader

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Joseph is the one who suggests camping first. In his mind, it would have been cool, just him and you, in front of a warm fire, or maybe alone, in a tent... he even thought about confessing during camping.

When Caesar learns you're gonna go camping together, just you and Joseph, he's kinda upset. JoJo knows about his massive crush on you, why in the world would he invite you to spend some nights in camping alone? Without even asking, he just decides he's gonna tag along. Screw the gentleman side.

The young Joestar has decided: this is gonna be war. He knows Caesar has a crush on you, but he had been crushing on you too, why should he be the one giving up? The blonde guy always gets plenty of partners, not that Joseph's not popular too, but damn, if Caesar wants a partner, he can have anyone he wants. But not you, come on!

"Uhm... y/n?" Joseph would ask. "I'm kinda into saying goodbyes to pretty/handsome/stunning babes, can you pretend I'm going away for a long trip and you're telling me you're gonna wait for me? Yes- yes, I know you're gonna come with us, I was just wondering if you could pretend for a second..." dork.

After fighting over who would have driven the car with an intense and breathtaking Rock, Paper, Scissors session, Caesar won, jumping on the drivers' seat with a clear smug grin on his face, Joseph grunting something under his breath as he sat on the passenger's one.

What Joseph actually grunted was "You didn't even have to come with us..."

You must admit you aren't oblivious, about their crushes on you. On the contrary, you are aware of it, since they're being pretty obvious, and enjoy seeing them bickering with each other about every little stupid thing, just to impress you.

During the trip on the car, the driver actually changes. Caesar was being too busy trying to impress you by shooting bubbles out of his finger, for them to disappear in the air over your heads. Pretty romantic, not gonna lie, if it wasn't that he almost ran over three people and bumped against a wall, saying he totally did it on purpose.

With a victorious smirk on his mouth, Joseph switches seats with the young blonde Zeppeli, who's now pouting with his arms crossed in front of his chest, but giggling when you tickle his neck to get a reaction from him.

Please. Someone get Joseph to stop singing. He's not bad, and sometimes he changes lyrics in some funny stuff, but after more than a hour of just hearing the Joestar singing, you feel like your eardrums are gonna explode. You appreciate him for this too, though. He's the soul of the party.

Let's enjoy some good advertising spots while Caesar and Joseph fight over which area of the wood you should choose to place your tent and light up your fire.

[Thank you for we're close to 500 !! Please hug me I crave love.]

End of advertising spots. In the end, you're the one who chooses where you're gonna set up your camping equipment, and suddenly the both of them fully agree with you, even if you purposely suggested an area that they had discarded from the start. How can two guys be so effortlessly obvious? You giggle, without them noticing.

Time to divide the tasks! Joseph is way more muscular than Caesar, this is why he's the one who's gonna set up the tents. Or at least, the tents he wants to set up. Obviously he had gotten rid of your tent someway, so that now there were only two tents, and you had to sleep in someone else's - hopefully his - tent.

Caesar had started setting up the fire with an old lighter and some wood laying around, while you took care of looking for some stronger wood, so that the flame wouldn't die during the night. You didn't want to be alone with a single one of them, this is why you left them alone to go looking for wood.

When it's time to eat the packed meals Suzie Q prepared for you before you left, both the boys offer you your favourite thing from their plates. You never accept, first of all because you don't want to play with their feelings, since it's clear that they're trying to prove who you prefer. Second of all, because you know Suzie knows her thing, and if she packed such different stuff for every single one of you, it probably means that food can be healthy in different ways for your bodies.

"Ho capito! I understood you got rid of y/n's tent for them to sleep with you, but they'll be so angry at you for this, they'll only want to sleep with me." the blonde italian boy would say, pointing his tapered finger against the american one.

You slept in Caesar's tent. Alone. You forced Joseph and Caesar to sleep together. The worst night of their lives. Won't guarantee the brown-haired didn't try to suffocate the blonde with the blanket.

Joseph won't be able to sleep at night, not just because of his companion's presence, but also because of the terrifying night sounds. Oh god. He's pretty sure a lion is gonna attack the three of you as soon as possible. You tried to explain several times, there's no lions in Italy, unless you're visiting a zoo.

Still, you found him calling you out of your tent at three AM, saying he wanted to protect you from the beasts that were approaching your area. You completely understood he just wanted to be comforted and protected himself, but you tried not to expose him too much, to keep his dignity up. You find no harm in a man being scared of something, but maybe he did, for his own reputation.

The following morning, Caesar woke up to you checking on the fire after you went to look for wood, and Joseph sleeping in your tent, understanding JoJo hadn't slept, not even a second, because of his fear. Why did he suggest going camping, if he's so afraid of sleeping in the wild, though...

The italian boy helped you reviving the flame with the wood you had found, but noticed your ankle was hurt. "You should have woken me up, signorina/o..." he says, in a scolding but almost playful tone. "I told you not to wander around when nobody's awake. What if your wound was worse and you got lost in the wood without being able to reach for us?"

Luckily, after some interesting hours of chaos, [see bonus scene at the end] the boys gently - and together, surprisingly - put you back into the car, and without fighting, decided Joseph would have driven. Caesar asked him only for the condition of not singing.

As soon as you got back home, the boys got scolded by Suzie Q herself, who blamed them of not being able to take proper care of her dearest friend - you -, and helped you to get inside the house to medicate your ankle properly.

"Why not getting the two of them?" this is the sentence that echoed into your mind for the rest of the night, a sentence Lisa Lisa had told you, when you talked to her about your feelings towards Caesar and her son. Getting the two of them, huh?

BONUS SCENE

You had hurt your ankle, stumbling on a tree's root which was coming too much out from the ground. This is why, Caesar offered to help you and go get wood in your place, and you couldn't really choose whether to say yes or no. Even Joseph accepted Caesar helping you. Just because now he got to be alone with you until the Zeppeli boy was away, of course. You noticed it when he got closer to you, already blushing and clearing his voice.

"So... looks like we're alone, now." he mumbled, sitting next to you in front of the fire. It was pretty clear that he wanted to say something, and was being pretty bad at hiding it. Still, you nodded.

"Looks like it." You giggled, trying not to meet his gaze. Deep down, you wanted him to confess the same way you didn't. Because you knew you would have felt the same if Caesar was in his place. Why did this have to be so complicated?

"Look, I know Caesar tagged along and ruined everything, but I actually had invited you because I need to tell you something." Joseph finally admitted, fidgeting with a flower he had picked before. It's not like he had picked it thinking about giving it to you, but since he already had a flower in his hands, he thought this would have been a good start.

"Y-yes...?" you asked. You tried to keep it seriously, but lowkey failed, since you had noticed Caesar was probably around, and he had come back. You understood because of the giant, full of water bubble floating behind Joseph's back. Oh dear. Oh god. What was he gonna do?

If felt kinda wild, to know two guys were ready to fight this much for you. And not two random guys, but Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli... damn, couldn't they crush on you in different times? This sounded so difficult to deal with. But it still left that good feeling about being appreciated so much.

"I... y/n, this is what I wanted to tell you. It's that I actually lov- hhgg-!" you stared at him in shock, as the giant bubble wrapped around his head, stopping him from breathing and to confess anything more. You can't hide you admire people who can master it, but hamon is terrifying sometimes.

Without saying a single word, you turned around to look for Caesar, as he came out from behind a tree, some good branches to be burnt under his armpit.

"Come on, free him. I'm pretty sure he won't say it, now that you're here." you said. You were happy he stopped Joseph from confessing, but on the other hand, you would have wanted him to tell you. Or Caesar to tell you, as well.

"But what if I said it instead?" the italian boy asked, pulling your leg on his lap to check on your ankle. As he didn't want to embarrass you even more than Joseph, he suddenly changed the topic. "I remember some tricks with bandages an old nonna taught me. I'll take care of this, okay?" well, this was... fine? Surely better than a straight confession.

"Mhmhkay." you mumbled, as he released his hamon to let Joseph breathe. The english boy furiously turned towards Caesar, who shrugged unbothered.

"It'll take a while for him to be able to attack me back. I messed up his breath's pace. No decent hamon." he explained, as you laughed, hearing Joseph's distressed noises in the background.

This really would have been a camping to remember.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Klaus Hargreeves x Powered Reader

-Watch and Learn-

Warnings: buffoonery ensues, fun times

This gif is beautiful and represents the reader v well.

Masterlist

Do you realize shoplifting is bad, yes. Are you about to do it on a dare, also yes. You see, Klaus has been up to no good recently, you put it up to his desperation for your complete and undivided attention.

For about a month you were over in Australia visiting an old friend, and your poor Klaus was left all alone to fend for himself, for 30 whole days. You were honestly surprised that your apartment didn’t burn down, or look incredibly trashed with random street cats walking around it.

Amazingly enough, everything was intact, but oh man did Klaus miss you. For the first day he wouldn’t even leave your side. The two of you laying on the couch and Klaus couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Not that you minded, he was needy and very handsy that night. So let’s just say, no movie watching was happening.

But back to your current situation, here you are outside a high end clothing store, and you’ve never been more ready in your whole life.

“Remember the goal Y/N, some shiny bracelets, sunglasses, a pricy pricy shirt, and something special for, muah.” Klaus purred sweetly in your ear trying to throw you off, but you remain unflinching and determined.

“Piece of cake, this will be a record haul.” You tell him with a mischievous smirk as he grins back at you.

The two of you casually walk into the store, you’ve put on your long blonde wig and dark sunglasses to better conceal your identity if things did in fact go south. Klaus didn’t try much to disguise himself as he walked in looking like some carefree wanderer, but then again, he’s the distraction.

He walks to the nearest group of employees and begins an over dramatic display of fascination for a certain hat that is laying a top a mannequins head. You make a beeline for the jewelry, finding your prize and nonchalantly sliding them into your inner jacket pocket. Easy money. Next you practically glide over to the sunglasses, looks around you before snatching your favorite pair, ripping off the tag and placing them casually into your coats inner pocket. Yours now.

You scan the store for the shirt isle, easily enough your eyes land down an isle to your left where you let out muffled snort. Klaus now has dark glassed Harry Potter looking specs as well as a fancy cowboy type hat. All in all he looks relatively good, like a sexy desert traveler who’s about to steal some hearts. A smile forms onto your face as you briefly watch him keep up his dramatic act of being the best shoplifting distraction you could have asked for.

Turning back to the pricy isle of shirts that altogether probably cost more then your car, well that is if you actually payed for it. You continue forward, your eyes scanning over the silk and leather fabrics, over ones encrusted with jewels and animal fur that you’re hoping is just fux fur. Your keen eyesight finally stills onto a gorgeous Gucci sweater that practically screams take me. You glance up and find where the nearest security cameras are, spotting them, you pull your attention back to the task at hand. You run your hands down the sleeves and swiftly tug, the sweater comes off the rack and makes a quick descent towards the polished tiled ground.

As sly as a fox you kneel onto the tiled floor, picking it up and sliding it into your coat where it’s completely hidden from any prying eyes that might not be minding their own business. With a smirk you stand up, taking the empty rack and calmly sliding on a new sweater that you found at the local thrift store, that’s been patiently waiting for its next clothing rack. You turn down the isle watching Klaus sweet talk an employee who seems to be under his little spell. You can’t help it when your jaw clenches in subconscious jealousy, you know it’s all for show but still, only you get that adorable smile and emerald eyes that at least they can’t see due to his current fashion statement.

Shaking those thoughts away, you ground yourself again to what you and Klaus actually came here for. Now to find something special for your man, scanning over the brightly lit store your eyes widen in excitement at the beautiful jewel encrusted golden snake necklace that only queens of Egypt should be allowed to possess. You coolly walk over to the necklace, your nerves racing in a bustle of excitement as you make it to the glass case that surrounds it. You shift your eyes once to the left and then once to the right, surveying the area for any intruders. No ones in the nearest proximity due to Klaus’ amazing ability to draw in a crowd practically anywhere.

“Oh and look at you, Klaus is gonna love you, not as much as me but hmm you are one beautiful snake.” You whisper to the glimmering metal hiding behind the stores attempt at a security precaution. Reaching out your hand you simply use your power and defy the laws of what humans should be able to do. Your hand phases through the see through glass where you promptly pick up the dazzling trinkets made for royalty. You silently stick it into your bra and turn around, making your way down the isle and towards Klaus and his crowd of high end retail workers.

You walk past him and give him a wink, he takes the subtle hint, says his goodbyes and trails after you towards the doors. You slow down your pace so he can catch up, a sudden arm slings over your shoulders as he kisses the side of your cheek.

“My dear you would not believe what a bunch of kiss-asses those guys are. Enough to match Luther honestly.”

“Well you seemed to be handling them just fine from what I could see.”

“Huh yeah, they thought my tattoos where interesting.”

“They did, didn’t they.”

“Ohhh were you...were you, gettin a lil jealous Y/N?”

“What? Jealous of a couple of blonde bimbos, you need your eyes checked babe.” Klaus lets out a laugh as he opens the stores door for you. You avoid eye contact, your frustration slowly building until he reaches for your open hand. The contact and the way that he leans into your side instantly calming your agitation once again.

“Alright fine. That was admittedly mean and unnecessary, and yeah okay I was a tad bit jealous...but come on Klaus. You make me feel things.”

“Aww Y/N you’re so cute, my little thief. So watcha get?”

“Oh some of this some of that. I’ll show you when we get back to the apartment. I’m gonna have to come back later and destroy the security footage.”

“Oh right, that silly thing those pricey stores like to do. Security cameras.”

“Ruining fun for burglers since they were invented by some paranoid prick.”

“Eh they have their uses.” Suddenly his attention snaps over to a hotdog vendor further down the sidewalk, “Oh hey, you want a street sausage...and I’m not talking about mine..ah Jesus Y/N I was kidding don’t hit me.”

“Klaus.”

“You have a strong arm. It was a serious question before you assaulted me.”

“Babe we have stuff that’s worth more then the building we live in. We should just go home, we have leftover Thai in the fridge.” Klaus abruptly halts the both of you, shifting your body so he can rest his hands on either side of your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes, his face shifting into a pleading expression.

“But my tum tum is grumbling...listen to it Y/N...it says feed me or I’ll die of hunger.”

“Wow I didn’t realize you could speak stomach. Klaus you are truly full of surprises.” You deadpan with lack of facial movement but a low sigh coming from your parted lips.

“Do not antagonize me woman this is serious.” He gives you the biggest and most adorable puppy eyes, trying with all of his might to sway you to the dark side. You roll your eyes as a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. His eyes go wide in excitement, knowing he’s won you over with his usual Klaus charm.

“My lovely lady, you are a gem among the city sewage.”

“Thanks Klaus. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“That’s what I do babes.” Replies Klaus with a quick kiss to your lips before he drags you over to the vendor, that admittedly smells quit delicious if you’re being honest. He orders a simple dog for the both of you, actually paying for it himself to your great astonishment. Then he slathers his in toppings as you select a few of your own, then it’s through the city park to reach your apartment. The two of you and your concealed stolen goods, walking casually down the parks walking trail as you both happily munch on your hotdogs.

“Maybe I have too much on mine.” You have a look at Klaus who’s face is smeared with ketchup and mustard as he fumbles with is already messy napkin while you take another bite from your own hotdog in an attempt at concealing your laughter. “Seriously Y/N, it’s all over my face now, I’m a mess.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Ben don’t laugh..” Whines Klaus with a pout as he glances over at you who’s definitely losing your shit. “Okay fine, it was pretty funny.”

“You walked right into it. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well Ben’s about to pee himself if you’d like to know so good job at that.”

“Thank you thank you I’ll be here all night.” You bow to no one in particular as Klaus finishes off the last bit of his hotdog. You hand him your napkin as you throw your dirty ones in the nearby trash can. Klaus doing the same, now looking much less of a mess, both on his face and hands. He swiftly catches up to you and practically throws himself onto you. You stagger to the side as his full weight begins dragging you downward towards the wet pavement, oh no you are not about to have his lanky ass get you all dirty. As a witches cackle escapes from your mouth you use your phasing abilities and a second later your idiot boyfriend has fallen onto the cold cement. He lets out a yelp as his hands reach out to catch his fall, he does a little tumble before sitting on the ground, a annoyed huff leaving his lips.

“Eww Y/N I was in you.” Whines Klaus as he picks himself up once again, you cross your arms and bite your lip in amusement.

“You didn’t think so this morning.”

“That was very different.”

“Yeah well your fatass was about to send me into the dirt. I happen to like this coat and would prefer to keep it looking snazzy.”

“Your snazzy can kiss my buns, I’m going home and then I can be in you...but not in that way.” He quickly adds as he reaches out for your hand, you gladly accept his appealing invitation and just like that the two of you make your way out of the park and towards the apartment building where some fun times await.