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No editing, raw and emotional

Listened to this for the first time and some writting spirit possessed me for the last half hour and made me cry

I need to watch my comfort movie if im ever gonna sleep after this (cloudy with a chance of meetballs)

- she was once known about as a lively girl, a kind playful bright shinning light of a princess.

- for this she captured many hearts and loyalties. She attracted many suitors but turned them all away not wanting to leave her kingdom and forgo her freedom.

- plus her heart was already won ages ago when she was just a girl. Her heart belonged to her knight, hed been changed with her care for as long as she can remember. To her hes the definition of a man worth loving. For years she loved him in silence only getting to express her feelings as hed held his diying form.

- being a saught after princess isn't all gifts and smiles. One didn't take her rejection well and made attempt after attempt to capture her. This was the first glimpse of darkness entering her life, it opened her eyes to a harsh world she didn't know exited.

- one day they were ambushed, she watched the soilders shes grown up with, the ones who'd all fallen i love with her bright smiles. She watched they fall and die their blood staining the ground.

- her knight, a true beast unmatched took out most of the attackers himself. But he took a fatal injury protecting her but it didn't stop him, not yet, he made sure to take out any danger before he let death take him.

- she cried, and screamed at the heavens for all the death around her, for the death of her love. She cradled his head and kissed him confessing her love. He tried to speak but it was just gurgles of blood but he died smiling in her arms. She screamed till her voice was horse, till she spit up blood, she beat the ground until her knuckles bleed, she cried until there was no water left.

- that day she may have survived and lived but truly she died there on that road with the man she loved and the men who loved her.

- she was found by a blacksmith traveling the road. Instantly he recognized the royal cardige, and having served in a war the smoke of gore didn't break him. But looking at the girl he logically knew was the princess he knew she was gone, forever changed, her light had died.

- she refused to the leave her knight and men so the only choice was for the blacksmith to go ahead and report the scene, he didn't want to leave her alone but no one would harm her as she is, shed probably kill anyone who tried to part her from them.

- palace knights came for her but they couldn't get her to move, her grip like iron onto the corpses. Any attempt and she would release a scream that frozen them implace.

- So the king came out to get her. He heard the report but it payed in comparison to tye scene he showed up to. His bright cheerful daughter no where to be found, it wasn't just the lack of sparkle in her eyes, no her physical look had changed, hardened.

- he knelt with her in the fallen blood and mourned with her, he mourned the loss of his daughter while she mourned the dead. As dark began to set hed finally managed to reach an understanding with her.

- her terms where she refused to leave the men till they were burried and she gets her knights sword and he gets a burial on royal grounds. The king agrees instantly, anything to get her to move.

- she laid each man to rest thanking them for their bravery and service, making a pledge to each one to provide for their families.

- then the final burial in her personal garden at the spot she feel in love with him. She'd been only a girl scared by the snake that came out of bush, she'd cried with fear but then he showed up. He picked it up, casting it out of garden and wiped her tears away and carried her to the swings and made her swing so high, the scary incident completely forgotten.

- she digs with the grounds keeper, needing to do this with her own hands. She doesn't want to see him swallowed by the ground, doesn't want him to dissappear where she cant follow. But she must, she must lay him to rest, must give his soul peace its all she can do for him now. Hes give her eveything and shes given him nothing.

- she watches him disappear once again with every shovel of dirt. Tears flowing once again she waters the ground above him.

- the king and men watching all she a tear for their princess, for they know shes as gone as the knights burried in the fresh soil. Their kingdoms light has gone out, exposed so brutally to the darkness of the world it has robbed her of pure soul.

- hugging the cold steel of his long sword she sits at his grave, no one able to move her for she lashes out with the bloodied blade. Once the princess of light now the princess of tears.

- but its gone on too long, the king doesn't wish to be crule and make her suffer more but he cant sit by and watch his daughter wither away. She refuses food and wont move from the garden. He has to do something even if making her live is the cruelest fate he can inflict on her.

- forcefully she taken and the sword torn from her. A small room chained to a bed is her new fate, at least until she start to eat on her own again. At first she threashes and attacks any who go neat her but over time the rage inside her burns out leaving her a shell of anything sentient or human.

- it takes month before any improvement, she doesn't regain any humanity but she does eat on her own and care for herself so the king sees that enough time let her free again.

- shes heavily supervised but she barely sees then, she barely sees anything. The world gone grey and nothing worth taking to memory.

- the palace used to be filled with the sounds of laughter and the tails of the playful princess but now rumors run about tue castle being cursed by a wailing spirit often seen in the garden under moonlight with a sword slung at her hip.

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Naruto, Orochimaru, oneshot, domestic, in the future au

Metal blooded Fascination

Summary: orochimaru hears rumors of a ninja with metal manipulation powers and is fascinated, he goes to investigate. He becomes the girls teacher and they form a bond, its more then just a fascination now, their souls are tied.

Note: first time writting for him so

WC: 5k

The village isn't very welcoming to outsiders. So being taken in as a war orphan hasn't been easy when they all keep their distance and look at her with suspicion.

She's assigned to a team but they never really bond with her, even her teacher is weary of her so most of her training she does on her own, but its better that way, she uses water style and they use fire, her teacher doesn't even bother to train her. Even with the lacking training she still works hard on her own.

Going on missions has been a challenge for her, they all keep their distance, its as if she's just a tag along and not a member.

But today as they head back from a misson they get ambushed, their teacher is struggling to fight them and sheild his sudents.

She acts on reflex blocking a hit from a throwing star, the sound of metal on metal stops everyone in their tracks. She urges her teacher to use the advange but hes in shocks by her metal blood. The attackers are recoverd from shock and somone must act so she does.

She knows she shouldnt expose herself like this but, its this or all their deaths. She summons a mist to hide her team and steps in it, she changes into her metal beast form and surpises them from behind and starts ripping them to streds, the other attackers flee.

She dispells the mist and her team sees her for what she truly is. Its a silent walk home with her trailing even farther behind then usual. Once back she and her teacher go see the hokage to report. The hokage asks to speak with her alone

> "ive alwasy had my susspisons about you"

> "you have?"

> "yes, when and where you were found, it coinsided with the massacre, but tell me why now show your abilities when youve kept it hidden so long?"

> "it was use my ability or we'd suffer deaths, there was no choice... what will happen to me now sir"

> "well now that its out, working with others wont be an option so from today on youll be an anbu and work on your own"

> "yes sir"

People alwasy stared as she passed but now it felt different, instead of seeing her as an ousider they saw her as a monster. It made going out an even more negative experiance.

Work with the anbu wasnt bad thought, she could now train and work withought the stares and she didnt have to worry about hiding. But even with the presure removed she still doesnt openly user her blood powers. Her parenst last words where to keep hidden but never forget, so she follows them still.

Today when she goes to a restureant, a scene happens. Drinks thrown on her by a scared man making everyone go silent as if they expect her to rage and kill the man, but she just walks out silenlty holding back her tears.

Orochimaru heard of a ninja with an extrodinarily uniqure ability of metal manipulation. He tried to reaserch but found nothing, the only source being some ninja beloning to the hiddle leaf who used hidden mist jutsu. What an odd finding he must go investigate.

Hes been watching her for weeks and today as he goes to look for her he feels a strong pull on his soul, he thinks hes been hit by some new jutsu but finds no others chakra. He follows the pull, letting it lead him. Hes surprised when it takes him to her. He can see her aura and wonders whats happened to upset her and why are her clothes soaked.

So he takes the risk and approaches.

> "Are you alright doll?"

> "Oh umm, just, no"

> "May I sit"

> "Knock yourself out"

He sits beside her leaning back against the tree. He doesn't want to be pushy and question her so he just waits patiently. A little white snake slithers up and he looks for her reaction, to his surprise she picks it up, letting it wrap around her wrist.

> "Your not scared?"

> "why would I be, hes just a little guy"

> "They say white snakes are good omens, lucky"

Hes a bit startled when she laughs, a dry bitter laugh eascaping through her tears.

> "Did I say something humorous?"

> "ive seen one of these guys before and I wouldn't call them a good omen"

He reaches out to the snake and it licks his fingers amd moves to climb onto his hand.

> "Well worry not this one isn't an omen, I attract snakes so hes just here for me. What happened before?"

> "oh one wrapped around my arm just as I watched my parents get murdered"

> "I lost my parents similarly but the snake showed up after, in all i have no clue if they are omens at all"

> "omen or not they are cute and much more friendly then anyone here"

> "yes about that, that is tea on you isn't it"

> "yep got kicked out of a restaurant "

> "what reason could they have for that?"

> "they see me as an outsider even though I've lived most of my life here"

> "yes the hidden leaf has a way of making orphans feel unwelcome"

He curses himself for letting that last personal remark slip out and hopes she doesn't harp on his words. He too has a history here and its hard to completely forget it when it shaped who and what he is.

> "So the snakes, they just come to you or do you call them?"

Hes relived she passed over his comment, but wounders if she redirected for her own benefit, perhaps going down that road would have been to painful for her as well. But hes more then happy to talk about his skills.

> "I attract them and I can summon them"

> "summon like a jutsu?"

> "yes I could teach you"

> "Really!"

The hope in her voice shocks him, she was exuding quite a depressive aura before and now she seems rather excited. How could he deny her.

> "Yes, there are a great many things I could teach you"

> "youd teach me?"

> "yes as long as you dont let your teacher know, they get so jealous"

> "I dont have one"

> "how you should be training constantly and learning"

> "I train but they say I lack the aptitude for fire style so my training stopped"

> "aptitude, eyhh you can learn any style with the right teacher, meet me here tomorrow we'll train"

So when she meets with him almost every day, in a week she manages to learn more then she'd done in months with her old teacher.

He is a tough teacher, brutal even but she wont deny how effective he is. Eveyone before, it was like they were pussyfooting around her but hes not and its making him a much much more effective teacher. And after training hes back to being charismatic and kind which makes up for the stoic brutality of his training.

They have fun together, truly. His time here with her is no longer just about winning her trust and getting her under his spell, instead he enjoys being with her. Companionship is hard to come by for him and no one is ever on his level, they are all below him and being friendly with subordinates doesn't work out. But shes not a subordinate, not something to harvest, even though shes not anywhere near his level he still respects her, perhaps its because of the similarities of their youth and the loss of their parents. Whatever the reason hed like her to stay by his side and hed like to aid in the development of her skills, her potential cant go waste he wont allow it.

While on her way back from a mission she gets ambushed by a large group. She doesn't get a moment to breath or form any kind of plan its just about saying alive.

Being attacked with both ice and fire puts her in a constant struggle to regulate her body temperatures and keep her blood stable. But the change of going from frozen to burning its forcing her to use most of her chakra to keep herself in check rather then to attack. She comes to the tipping point, the point of no return so she pulls out a last ditch effort and uses a technique her father had taught her to teleport. Normally this would be used for small distances to get a jump on someone and disorent them but if needed it can help to save you by getting you the fuck out of there and thats what she needs now.

It take everything she has left but she makes it, appearing in the forest near the village where she often walks with Orochimaru. Shes stuck, she cant move, cant call out, with no energy left to give her body goes into hibernate mode to try and save itself. Shes not near death but she is defenseless, so her blood hardens completely, her pluse drops and her mind goes quite, the world darkening with every passing second until shes effectively dead.

He knows he shouldn't be wondering around but its almost a month with no problems, hes disguise working perfectly. He cant help himself as much as he hates the village there is a deep rooted nostalgia and going about seeing whats changed and whats stayed is too tempting for him.

Then he feels it again, that pulling at his soul, but this time much stronger, painfully strong. Now knowing it originates from her he panics. Hes pretty congident she has no clue about this effect or control over it, it seem more likely to be some sort of sos sent out only to him. And with this pull being so strong and painful the sos must be very dire.

He follows the pull mentally preparing to run into a battle. Preparing to take her and fight his way out of the village, a task he realizes he has no problems with.

When he arrives and doesn't see a battle or any other soul around hes confused.

> "Where is the danger?, where is she?"

All he see is an empty feild, shes not here or near the tree they sit it, but hes certain this was the right direction. He looks around with heat sense and again nothing, something isn't adding up here.

Then the small snake from their first meeting comes rushing across the feild, leaping up into Orochimarus hands. Receiving the message from the snake he takes off into the forest. With no heat signature or chakra to follow he must rely on taste. Hes looks a fool licking at the air but it works, hes become very familiar with her and knows her scent by heart.

Turning around a large tree he stops in his tracks, shes face down on the forest floor, her kusarigama still layed in her open palm. Overcoming the panic he goes to her side and takes her pulse but finds nothing. He sees no blood or injury and curses himself as he examines her body, hes a mastor of anatomy and yet hes lost.

Panicking over the dead isn't like him, not knowing the answer isn't like him, he feels lost as he slumps against the forest floor staring at her. Recognizing his own feelings is a weakness of his, all he knows is hes enraged. Enraged with himself for being overcome by emotions, enraged for his lack of knowledge, and seething at whoever has done this to her. He may never get answer for the first 2 problems but for the last he will make someone pay.

A few snakes have gathered around and start to investigate her body. Each of them recoil when making contact with her body as she very cold, too cold. The larger of the 3 wraps around Orochimarus hands and start to pull it twords her, not giving up until his hand is firmly planted on her skin.

> "What do you want, Stop, shes dead"

But finally the information he was to emotionally clouded to grasp clicks into place. The body does get cold and hard from death but the time between the pull and when he arrived was to short for rigamortus to set in. This cold is unnatural, colder then one would get especially in this damp forest, and her flesh is too rigid. He palpates again this time specifically around her arteries and finds shes as hard as steel, no give at all.

He doesn't fully understand whats happening but he knows for sure this is unnatural and probably some type of ability related to her blood, meaning there is a chance shes not gone, a chance he hasn't lost her. He has lost so so many over the years, plenty by his own hand and its never really phased him. But now the threat of loosing her has made him feel more then he has in ages, its terrifying and overwhelming and he simply cant loose her for things have only just begun.

Going off the logic that cold has her frozen solid and shut off warm must be the solution. He needs to take her somewhere private and quickly, all of his hideout are to far away the only option is her apartment.

Making sure not to forget her weapon he picks her up finding shes much heavier then she looks, he sums this up to another metal blooded trait and gets on with employing his genjutsu to disguise them. Hes watched her for quite some time and knows exactly where she lives and hides her keys. Thankfully leaving near the edge of town makes this a less risky affair and they get to her place with no problems.

Hes known where she lives since the first week of being in town but he never had a reason to break in before, so this is his first time stepping foot inside. But now isn't the time to look around, now he must act to help revive her. He just hopes his analysis is correct and heat is the proper treatment.

Going off his knowledge for hypothermia he decides slow warming is probably safest, so he starts with blankets and boiling the kettle for a hot water bottel.

He sits across from her as shes wrapped in blankets stuffed with warmers, yet he still cant shake the anxious feeling coursing through him. With no thought out reason for doing so he unwraps the blankets and lays beside her. Once settled there inhaling her scent he freezes having gained realization of what hes done.

But just as hes about to leave he sees her finger twitch, hoping it wasn't a figment of his imagination born of desire he pokes her hand to test and again their is a contraction. He takes his as gospel that his presence and body heat are key to her recovery and he further envelopes her in his grasp and closes the blankets around them.

He takes it as a good sign when she starts to twitch and make little whines and grunts. Its been hours but he doesn't care, he will stay here holding her for days if thats what it takes to have her with him again.

*Where am i ?, This is my apartment, how did i get here?, something is on me, warmth wheres it coming from?*

Shes not warmed up enough to have control over her movements so all she can do is turn her head a little as she tries to investigate. Pale skin, manicured nails, tattoo peaking from the sleeve. Its him, hes here, hes so warm. Turning as much as she can, shes able to get a glimpse of his face.

> "Orochimaru"

Hearing her say his name feels like has had ice water thrown on his, sending a shiver down his spine and a million thoughts racing through his mind. All the time they'd been together hes never told her his name, never told her who he is, so how did she know? Has she known this whole time and never said anything. Now thinking back she never even asked for his name and that oddity completely slipped past him.

> "You knew? Since when?"

> "Since the first day at the tree"

Her breathing is labored and her speech fragmented and very soft. He can tell its taking a lot for her to speak and doesn't want to push her but he has so many questions. He feels selfish to ask of her and make her speak in this state but he needs to know.

> "You weren't afraid of me"

> "of you, no"

A broken, crackling laugh come from her that makes him wounder if he even knows her at all. If hes been fooled, if this pull to her is actually some hidden Jutsu.

She tries her best to turn, what she has to say next he deserves to hear face to face. But her attempt to roll over fails but luckily he got the idea and helps her.

His expressions are always subtle, nothing dramatic but now he truly looks shocked. The guilt and remorse hit her, she feels badly for having deceive him, but he had his own agended too.

> "I knew who you were and what you wanted from me instantly, your the collector Orochimaru and im the last metal blood... I strung you along knowing my power isn't compatible with your body"

She start to cough and choke on a clump of her own blood, she grabs Orochimarus hands and shoves it firmly against her chest needing to melt the clump. She really shouldn't be moving or talking yet but he deserves the truth.

> "What do you mean incompatible? "

> "your practically a reptile, metal blood would only weaken you, its cold"

> "I see"

> "im sorry i just didn't want to be alone, it was so nice to have a companion and teacher, I knew youd leave once you found out so"

Yes he came her to investigate and take her powers but his fascination with her grew so much deeper then that. Being with her is about more then gaining all jutsu, he too has enjoyed having a companion and pupil.

He reaches out cupping her cold cheek in his hand, taking a moment to just gaze at her. He truly admirers her cunning drive to deceive and use him for her own gain, and even more hes impressed she succeeded in fooling him for so long. He was fascinated by her potential and dedication in training, that alone had made her worth the risk of sticking around but this, to know of her cunning selfish nature and just how good at it she is, he never wants her gone from his side, its been ages since hes met a mind anything like his own.

> "I'm not leaving...There is still plenty more I want from you"

She closes her eyes and does her best to shove face first into his chest, but all she can manage is to jerk in his direction and faceplant to the floor. Carefully he scoops her into his arms again and cradles her. Hes relived to feel shes starting to gain warmpth even though its a very patchy distrubution. But he still has so many questions about what has happened to her body and why she looks so roughed up and ended up in the forest.

> "How did you find me, howd we get here? Where You Seen!?"

> "the snakes told me and led me to you, I thought you were dead, i was going to burry you but the snakes knew better, and dont worry i disguised us no one saw"

He finds it cute that she worries about him as if he couldnt wipe everyone out if he wanted too. He leaves out the soul pull and his panic, not wanting her to know just how tied together they are.

> "hmmp wouldnt be the first time one of my kind was burried alive"

> "Really?"

> "yes my father when he was young had fallen into hybernation after a grueling fight, he was found by a kind farmer who burried him and 4 days later when he woke he gave the farmer such a scare when hed dug himself out of his grave, its was actually a pretty common thing to happen that as children we practice it "

> " and I though my training style was rough"

> "so you wake from this on your own?"

> "we wake after our charka restores to full or if warmed by body heat but there are risks to warming up early"

> "Risks?"

> "yes body warming doest warm the blood evenly leading to clumps thats why i choked before, without charka i cant regulate my tempature"

> "I didnt know, i thought you were dead or dying"

> "its alright this is much better the laying facedown in the dirt for a few days"

> "so how did you use all your chakra and get so banged up"

> " got ambused on my way back from a mission, they kept using both fire and ice attacks i spent more charka regulating myself then attacking and i reaching the no return point so i teleported home"

> "Teleported? what kind of jutsu is that?"

> " i guess there is something i can teach you "

> "Usually it would be used very short range to get the jump on your opponent but it dire cases when you need to flee you can use it but it takes everything you have left so technically its a forbidden jutsu"

> "can you teach me?"

> "yes"

Shes amazed at how well this has gone, she really expected him to leave her, to just get and leave her to choke on her own blood without a second thought. Shed say this is all just a dream but she know you cant dream in hibernation so it must be real. For some reason she cant determine why he is still here caring for her, she has nothing to give him other then her dedication as a student and that shouldnt be enough to keep a man like Orochimaru around yet hes here.

As she warms up and her circulation struggels to profuse her body, the heavy fog clouding her mind starts to thin but that only leads to panic.

> "how long have i been out?, what time is it?"

> "its almost nightfall, youve been out most of the day"

> "i need to go, i need to give my report"

> "That can wait you need rest, you can barely move or breath"

> "No, ive been gone too long they will come looking for me, they will come here, theyll find you, i must go"

Shes worried about me, her body is barely working again and shes rushing to go to protect me, how have i earned this. But he cant deny the merit of her concern.

> "lie still please"

> "no i have-"

> "ill give you chakra now settle"

His comanding tone hes only used in training slips out, he needs her still and calm. Giving chakra to others isnts something hes done often in all his many years, but now with her he'd gladly share. If she can be both selfish and self sacrificing so can he, just a little bit anyways.

Shes never gotten chakra from another before, its an odd new sensation. The energy flowing into her is stronger then any shes ever sensed, so intense it almost burns, this moment finally gives truth to that expression a good type of burn. Along with the cold burn comes emotions that arnt her own, strong feelings of despire, rage, joy and obsession. it should scare her, or at the least overwhelm her but it doesnt, it just gives her an new understanding of him, it gives reason to why he stayed. Looking up at him she wounders if he know what his feelings mean, if he knows hes giving it all for her to see now, she doesnt think he knows at all.

> "how does that feel, is it enough?"

> "yes, thank you"

Hes amazed seeing how much of a differnce hes made, in just a few second she goes from cold, and rigid to warm and lively. Shes now sitting up on her own and taking deep breaths as if fully resorted, he had expected a slower change not this.

> "your really all better now"

> "it doesnt take much to temparture regulate once the unnatural cold is gone"

She gets up and streches, doing an interal runthrough to make sure there are no clums or hard spots left. The mind fog and fatiuge are still plauaging her but that will take a few days to get over.

He hates watching her go, its too soon. He thought hed lost her and that panic hasnt left him, now for her to leave his sight while not fully recovered, it worries him. He reaches out, grabbing her hand as she goes for the door handle.

> "I wont be gone long"

> "what will you tell them, how will you report this"

> "they dont need to know, plus i alwasy keep my reports brief the higher up dont care for the grusome details of how i get business done"

> "id like to hear those sometime"

He releases her hand, letting her go, he knows shes strong and apparently very skilled at dealing with the Hokage.

She gives a report on her mission and the ambush after leaving out what he doesn't need to know. Since she always gives rather vague reports he suspects nothing is amiss, sending her off with a note to get some charka supplements from the doctor.

They taste as bad as always but they do the trick. Feeling better she stops by a shop and picks up some things to make dinner, she's not the best cook but Orochiumarus favorite food is eggs so she's pretty confident about making something to his liking.

She freezes when she opens the door not believing her eye. There in her living room is Orochimaru wearing her apron holding a feather duster, where did he get that, she doesnt own one. After a minute of just staring at eachother she just shakes her head and goes to the kitchen.

Putting on her extra apron she gets to work on dinner, steamed egg with minced meat and mushrooms. Periodically she glances over at him, dusting the book shelf, folding the blankets, wiping the windows, all things you'd never expect to see The Lord Orochimaru doing. And she cant for the life of her reason out why hes doing it but she wont complain, she knows how much he hates being interupted. She inturpted one of his explinations during trianig with a question and spent the rest of the afternoon training while hanging upsidedown from a tree branch.

Dinners almost done but when she looks to the living room hes not there, turning all around she finds hes in the kitchen with her setting the table.

A funny thought comes to find imaging if someone from his hayday saw him like this. Saw the Great Lord Orochimaru setting the table, fitting in so well to domestic life.

"whats amusing doll?"

"you should keep the apron, its a good look for you"

He does a little spin, very satisficed by the twirling fabric.

"of course i have a great sense of fashion"

"Come dinners ready"

She cant eat yet, the anticipation is too much, cooking for herself it doesn't matter if its crappy but this, serving him a meal has a lot of pressure.

Aww she remembered eggs are my favorite, she looks so worried i can practically feel the anxiety coming from her. She's more worried feeding me a meal then she ever is in training. Its been so long since someone has made him a home cooked meal, and even longer without being asked.

> "Eat please its very good"

> "it is?"

She sounds astonished like this was the first time anything she's made has turned out good. She takes a test bite and hums with approval like it truly was a surprise.

Never in her dreams did she imaging have such a domestic encounter with him, but its quite lovely really. They chat like its the most normal thing to do, like today didn't take its emotional and physical toll on the both of them. He tells her stories of the past, ones shed heard but only the half truths diluted by time. She tells him stories from her people, one of her favorites about the man who made himself into a metal porcupine and used his quills as throwing pins. She asks about the rumors she's heard of him and he tells her the truth, and he asks about her powers and listens intently to ever detail, even noting a few things he wants to bring up again during training.

Being immoral has its many many perks but it comes with a deep sense of loneliness. He's had companions before, assistants and such but its been so long he'd almost forgotten what its like and just how much he missed it. Whatever comes he will have her at his side, and hopefully she will accept his offer for immortality, hopefully she likes his company as much as he likes hers.

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Oneshots

Metal blooded fascination

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty, fluff, emotional, series, Simon Ghost Riley,

Tea time

Summary: The guys are over to build the pond. She had some major personal realizations about Simon.

Note: got kinda heavy with emotion stuff and I think some of my own issues seaped into this, not super fluffy.

Link to master post

WC: 2k

Chapter 6

Switching to her gardening apron she starts to go about pulling weeds and picking up fallen leaves. She can feel eyes on her periodically but doesn't turn, the chances of making awkward eye contact arnt worth the risk, she just hopes its Simon who's glancing at her.

She knew after their last talk things would forever be changed, thats the inevitable when those type of truths are out in the open, but part of her really wishes the talk never happened.

How can she face him knowing he likes her and shes want him to but cant allow herself to open that door. Shes knows her reasons are rather black and white leaving no wiggle room and thats not rational, but even thinking about changing them brings her to a panic.

Today might be the last time she can see him, as unfair as it is its what shes always done. Its her pattern, when someone gets close and feelings grow she panics, gets scared and cuts all ties. Shes done it before, yes it comes with a period of guilt but nothing she couldn't get over, but she knows this time it would hurt much worse.

Simon isnt just some guy, hes the guy, and the worst part is she knows shes already done for, knows he slipped past all her walls and locked doors. Hes made his way in and leaving him would break something in her, slowly make it crack and crumble.

With all her efforts to prevent this very thing shes walked herself right into it. Its overwhelming and terrifying. Love its the reason many people live and even more dont want to, love has to be one of cruelest dualities to exit.

Shes startled out of her thoughts by the sound of foot steps near her, she looks up to find looking down at her with that thought expression, shes knows instantly hes reading her. That ability of his is uncanny and its one of those things she admires but sometimes wishes he wasn't so good at. Wishes he couldn't read her unorganized thoughts, the messy messy thoughts not ready for anyone's scrutiny not even her own, it takes her a while ti sort through the chaos and here he is seeing it all raw.

He takes a knee beside her, never breaking eye contact as he grabs her right hand and uses a bit of force to unclench her fist. Unconsciously she'd started to dig her nails into her palms, seeking relief from the storm in her mind.

With the sun striking his face his usually dark eyes came to life shinning like a polished tigers eyes stone. Happily trapped, eyes locked, captivated studying the pattern of his iris she hadn't noticed his touch, or what hed caught her doing, not until he looks away.

She follows his gaze to her now open palm and the redened cresents where her nails had dug in just seconds away from breaking the skin. Shame flood through her, this is the one unhealthy coping mechanism she hasn't been able to leave behind. During her youth it was much worse then just nails to her palm but pain was her original respite from her mind and its been impossible to shake or deny its effectiveness.

She cant look back up at him, cant see what expression shes caused. Today is not her day at all, overwhelmed, terrified, and full of shame she wants to call it all off and hide. But she won't, shes worked so hard to grow and get over her trauma, shes not perfect and still has flaws, running being the biggest one left, bit shes tired of running shes put to much into her new home and new life.

> "No more running " (Under her breath )

> "pardon?"

Shes afraid, terrified, shes made a rash decision but its one shes needed to make for a while, its the finaly step she'd needed to take, all she needed was something worth staying for. Hes it, hes worth staying for, worth being terrified for, worth risking it all for.

With the brightest smile she looks into his gemstone eyes, its not her learned smile or the polite one, its the one only captured in her early childhood photos before the weight of society fell on her and her spark crushed beneath it. This is the first step of her being open and vulnerable with her, its a baby step but anything grander and she'd be shaking.

> "I think its like for some iced tea"

Her sudden change in mood confounds him, hes stumped. She looked ready to cry, something troubling her deeply she needed pain as a relief and then switched to a true smile. He truly didn't catch what she'd said before but he has a feeling they will have a big talk soon.

> "that sounds good"

She does her best to appear calm as she walks in side but once out of sight from the windows she runs to her bathroom and runs her hands under the cold water to shock her system. After a minute of deep breaths shes as settled as today will allow her to be, so she goes to prepare the iced tea.

She took care of everything this morning so all thats left to do is serve it. On a nice big tray she carry out 4 glasses of ice and a pitcher of honey mint iced tea. She debated making peach iced tea but worried about someone not liking it and stuck with a more neutral classic.

She elbows the glass door open and heads over to them. She tries to figure out what they are doing so she could ask about it and make conversation but they have moved to a stage in the process thats lost her.

Simon spots her the moment she opened the door and gets the guys attention to save her from having to make an announcement, a guesture he hopes she appreciates. His mouth waters seeing the pitcher knowing just how good everything she makes it, even if its only a drink.

> "here let me"

She let's Simon take hold of tray so she can pour, eyes focused on the task and trying to avoid the sight of his hand threw the glass tray. She passes out the cups, a small smile of amusement seeing them wipe their hands dowm on their clothes like that would help at all to not diry the cups.

Shes about to take the try back so Simon can get his drink but before she can one of men takes the cup. Johnny or Soap or maybe its one in the same, shes still not quite sure shes never been good at remembering names. The bolder man took the cup and is now pouring it into Simon's mouth.

She cant help it, her shock at this sight is very clear, her mouth hung agape and eyes wide. She could have never imaged a scene like this, its just so out of place.

Price has seen it all with these two, literally everything but to her, he can see this is quite the shocking scene. He can only image what kinda of picture Ghost has painted of himself for her but he knows it didn't include this. Poor things in shock.

> "their weirdly close doll this is very tame"

> "oh, okay"

Its quite a lot to process, not only only what she witnessed but the knowledge that way weirder stuff has happened and is very normal. And the man, Price, he called her doll but it didn't make her feel weird like the other mans compliment, it just seems like a vocabulary mannerism of his to have a touch of southern charm.

He just gives off dad friend energy, like he'd help you change a tire or know how to work a grill really well. Weather he has kids or not it sure seems like these two are his adoptive kids and he cant be phased by any of their antics.

> S-"ahh refreshing "

> G-"everything she makes is delicious"

>S- "everything, just how long you know her"

>G- "oh idk about 2 months"

> " almost 3"

He knows exactly how long its been, 2 month and 24 days since she first invited him into her yard. But they dont need to know, he tried he best to play it cool so they wouldn't know just how attached to her he is but he slips up and a small smile escape him when he learns shes kept count too.

> P- "do you have a recipe for this think my wife would love it"

> "oh yes of course "

Shes amazed it takes her a while to finish a cup but they all manage to drink a few and drain the whole pitcher in 5 minutes. All very thankful for the refreshments making her stumble over her words as she reciprocates.

Once back inside she washes up and makes a print of the recipe card along with an extra some cookies Simon really liked hoping Price has a similar pallet.

After another interaction with them she feels a bit more settled, they may be big but they aren't scary, just all very unique in their own way that shes not familiar with yet. If shed met Simon while he was with them, all in a group like that she never would have connected with him like that have one on one.

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Call of duty, ghost, hurt/comfort, depressing, tw,

Ghost x Nurse neighbor part 2

Link to part 1

Note: yeah I know its been ages since part 1 but here we are

TW: tw self harm mentioned,sometimes i hit too close to home. It is very heavy and i cried writting it so yeah, its the opposite of fluff

WC:3k

Her turn to get some comfort

Before that day she was a blip on his radar, just his neighbor, just a car that parked next to his, just a greeting in passing, but now it's all changed.

He's learned the specific sound her car makes when she locks/unlocks it, that specific beep that he can pick up on even if he's on the other side of the apartment. Like a dog hearing a treat bag being opened he makes his way to the front window to take a peak, not to be creepy. No, just to make sure she doesn't need a hand with groceries or make sure she made it up the wet stairs safely.

Okay maybe it is a bit of an obsession, but it's hard not to be obsessed when she's invaded every part of his being. His dreams are filled with her, both memories and fantasies. In his waking hours he wonders what she's cooking, or if she'd like that candle he saw in his tea shop.

Over a dozen times he's considered buying her that candle but he couldn't figure out how to give it to her. He's very lost on how to approach and interact with her. She's already seen his vulnerable core, seen him broken down, how does he approach her now. Knowing she's seen him like that has stripped him of his ability to project unfailing confidence.

He's a man of confidence and action, well that is when he knows his objective and task, if his plan of action is not cemented then he can run into a bit of trouble.

For weeks he's been trying to find an approach, a moment, some window of opportunity, but nothing so now he's going with the only plan left. Bold, throw caution to the wind, just buy the candle and knock on her door.

He buys 2 candles he couldn't choose, a bag of his favorite earl grey tea, and a chocolate bar and summons his confidence bravado for the final step, knocking on her door.

As he's about to knock the door opens and she looks equally as surprised to see him, but after the flash of shock he instantly notices something is wrong. He's never seen her look so glum, so not herself, that attitude of hers nowhere to be seen.

This throws him off balance, a crack in his confidence makes him doubt himself, maybe he shouldn't have come over within a plan. But then he remembers how this all started, she didn't have a plan, she acted instantly to help him, he needs to do the same.

He holds out his hands, in one the gift bag and other just his open palm, silently offering her what she gave him.

She just stares at him for a moment, her gaze flicking down from his face to his extended hands. The words she said to him now replaying in her head.

She's a giver, a caretaker, it's literally her job. People always ask why she does it, she always gives them a fake answer because the truth is too personal, too sad. She spends her days caring for others, giving off herself because no one gave for her. No one took her to the doctors, taught her how to properly shower, put her school artwork on the fridge, or nurture her. She had to learn it all on the hard, rocky, pothole filled road of her life.

The words she said to him are the ones she cried,begged, and screamed at her mother, well phrased a bit differently but the main gist was the same. Care, help, let me put down the weight so I can rest, be there for me, please.

She's never had anyone reciprocate before and is having trouble believing this is really happening. Today when she really needs it she's receiving it, that just seems too good to be true, nothing has ever come this easily for her.

“Simon, does that mean what I think it does ?”

“ let me carry the weight for you this time”

A single tear rolls down her cheek as she smiles up at him. You wouldn't call it a happy smile or a sad one, but it was the truest smile there is. One that comes when your deepest wish, truest desire, that longing in your soul, when that comes true, when that void fills, what reality bends into dreams.

She places her hand in his and exhales a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Another tear flows silently down her cheek.

He knows why her door opened, she was coming out to stand at the railing. He never understood why she did that before but now he has a clue, this is what she does to center herself and have a moment of peace.

He places the bag down by her door and leads her to the railing, it's started to rain but he knows she doesn't mind and it does add a coziness. He stands by her side, he can't offer words but he can make sure she's not alone. He feels a pressure and looks down to find her leaning into his side, he takes his as a cue she wants physical comfort and puts an arm around her.

They stay there for a while, no words spoken, the only sounds are the pitter patter of rain and their breathing.

It should be cold, she should be chilled by now with the afternoon rainshower, but the warmth coming from Simon negates the cold winds. She looks up at him, his look is different, his eyes tell her a different story this time. Not a man being crushed under the weight of the world, not a confident authoritative man, no he's showing her a softer side but not a weak one.

“I'm ready to go in”

“Okay”

Arm still kept around her they head inside, as they pass through the doorway he picks up the gift bag.

Last time her apartment had this warm, bright, vibrant energy but now it's like he walked into a different reality. Everything almost seems grey, cold, stagnant. She's what brings life to the apartment but her light is out.

She plops down on the couch, legs pulled up next to her, as she stares at that blank TV, her mind clearly elsewhere.

This isn't Simon's strong suit, he doesn't know exactly what to do like she did, so he'll just have to try. But that he can do, he's good at giving a task 100% even if it seems futile.

He picks a candle at random, pulls out his trusty lighter and sets the lit candle on the coffee table. She doesn't seem displeased by the candle, so that's good.

Next he makes some tea, a task he's fully confident in. He doesn't know if how much sugar she likes or if she add milk, he looks over at her and sees milk and sugar don't matter, action is what matters, she need someone to be her light while hers is gone.

Hes seeming a lot of darkness its just part of his job and seemingly so its part of his life. Its something hes never been able to escape, he can barley battle his own darkness but he knows one thing is true the loneliness is the first thing that starts eats you alive. Its teeth and claws sharp and barbed, once it gets a hold on you it burrows its way in till it consumes you. It cant offer her words, he doesn't know what she need, he doesn't know what to prove but he can stay with her, he can help fend off the loneliness. He'll carve out each barb and pull out its teeth, he wont be able to heal the wounds but he can prevent her from being devoured further.

He takes the spot beside her and hold out the cup hopeful she'll make some sign of being present, but nothing. Its as if shes empty, her soul gone off somewhere and her light even farther.

“Y/N… Y/N…”

She doesn't speak but does turn slowly and look up at him and in that moment their eyes meet its as if hed taken a hit to the gut. Her usually sparkling eyes have gone completely dull and empty but at the same time full, full of sorrow. Its like he’d seen into the void itself, the cold depths of inky blackness, thats where shes gone, where shes trapped.

He cant move hes frozen in place by that gaze, hed thought hes seen the darkest dark could go, but now here on home soil, thousands of miles from any battle zone he learns a new definition of lost, of darkness, of depression.

Thankfully she looks down now seeing the cup. The only way to describe her next movements is eerie. She looks to her hand in her lap for a moment just too long, as if struggling to communicate with it, once holding her hand up she just looks at her watching her fingers tremble as another tear silent tear rolls down her cheek to her chin and joining the trail starting to go down her neck. And suddenly as if by sheer concentration she was willing her hand up it falls and she let's out a small sigh like she'd failed to command her limb.

When she looks back at him, her expression has changed slightly as if shes silently pleading with him. So taking a guess he brings the cup closer to her mouth and it looks like he was right. She opens her mouth and tips her head back slightly allowing him to feed her the tea. This act for a reason he can't figure out has made her cry harder. He wishes wishes he knew what to do but nothing in his life has prepared him for this, the thought to call Price for help infiltrates his mind but he knows he cant leave her side even to make a call, so hes on his own.

He tends to use distraction when his mind stars going to dark places, maybe that would help here, even a little bit of relief would be good. But just as hes about to grab the TV remote she stands up. With shaky, staggering movements she walks off, he follows ready to catch her if or when she falls.

Watching her makes him realize just how much you never really know someone, even if your very close there will always be moments your shielded from. The ones they never want anyone to witness, the ones where they barely know who they are let alone the person they need to pretend to be for you. He knows hes witnessing something very very private, something rare to ever be observed, an act one never wants another witness. He knows he never wanted someone to see him broken down but she did, saw right through him but it never changed them so he swears he wont let this change them either. He will never see her as broken, he will never see her as damaged, he'll never say shes strong for surviving, he just greet how he always has.

Without a word she turns on the shower, steps in the tub and sits down, fully clothed. This is a behavior he rationally knows he should stop but he doesn't, this isn't a rational thing. Rational is gone all thats left is trying to survive and make it through and if this is what she feels she needs he wont interfere, he doesn't have any right to interfere, so he sits by the tub and stays with her.

He doesn't know how long its been, time has been warped by the pitter patter of water again the porcelain. She is socked, her hair untamed and plastered to her shoulders and cheeks, the dew on her eyelashes catching on the harsh bathroom light, her thick hoodie and sweatpants waterlogged and appearing to weight her down as her arms lay limp at her sides and knees tucked to her chest.

Hed become so accustomed to the stillness that her movements makes jerk up from his relaxed position, eyes scanning the room but all he finds its her trying to remove her hoodie. He stands up and leans in to help her. With the hoodie socked and her movements slow shes very likely to waterborne herself attempting this.

“Arms up”

He swiftly removes the hoodie and rings it and turns back to find her struggling with her pants so he steps in again making quick work of the task. He spots all the marks on her body but doesn't ask, she never asked him about his scars or where he'd gotten hurt so just took care of him so she can keep her secrets. But unlike his scars hers he can easily identify, the straight white lines and perfect circle burns marking her thighs and forearms. He can't help but wonder about her story and wonder what kind of life she has lived.

“I cant get up”

“Your ready to get out?”

She only nods yes, her head down, eyes to the tubs floor, body curled up as if trying to make herself smaller. He doesn't know why shes had this sudden shift, as if she knows now trying to hide, as if shes feeling shameful or her state and doesn't want him to see, doesn't want to ask for help.

But then again he understands how impossible it can be to ask for help and how doing so, admitting a weakness can feel like a shot to the soul, like destabilize oneself. He thinks of addressing this and trying to reassure her but decides against it in favor of just acting because now he has a clear path of what needs to be done.

He stands her up and peels off the rest of her clothes and careful of not pulling her hair he dresses her in her robe and picks her up. He cant watch her feeble attempt at walking again, it hurt, it sung like salt in a wound, and he doesn't want her to feel like shes showing more weakness so up in a firemans carry she goes.

He knows her room is in the back and uses his foot to push down the door handle and let them in. Seeing her room more things makes sense, her room is very cozy, its the perfect place to rest and recharge. Full of gentle distractions, soothing colors and fluffy bed full of stuffed animals. He sets her the beds edge and looks to get her some clothes.

He picks sweatpants and oversized shirt, whether shes please or not by his choice she gives no signs. He cant let her sit with wet hair and the towel only does so much, picking her up again he seats her at the vanity and uses the blow dryer he spotted on the floor. He has no experience with this but doubts its something you can really fail at, all you have to do is dry.

Hair dry he manages a very rough braid learning there is a big difference in braiding rope compared to hair. Its not great, he hasn't done anything great for her, not like she did for him. Hes done passable at best, he feels likes hes failing her, unable to stand by the great gesture of offering his open hand and all the unspoken things meant to go with it.

Failure weighing on him he lays her down in bed, taking care to make sure her feet are covered and the pillows at the proper angle. Head hung he turns to go, hes no use here, hes failed her, all hes good for is fighting, using his strength and here there is nothing he use his skills to solve, here he is worthless.

Another step and he feels tension, resistance, a tether . He pivots to find her fingers locked onto the hem of his shirt, knuckles white holding onto him with a death grip.

“Dont go”

“But I cant help, im unless here”

“your not unless, please stay, keep me safe”

“Safe? Who's trying to hurt you?”

“Me… myself, please dont go Simon”

The pieces all fit together, instantly he knows what she means and now sees the role he's playing here. Him being here kept her from hurting herself, meaning deep down she doesn't want to, its just an intrusive thought, an addiction calling back out to her trying to drag her back, she fights the urges but he's her champion, her knight shielding those thoughts from becoming actions.

He empties his pockets and pulls out his belt, casting his things on the bench seat at the end of her bed as he makes his way to the other side. Pulling back the covers he gets in with her, meeting in the middle he pulls her in, holding her to his chest trying to encompass her, to shield her from the world.

“thank you”

“I'll stay as long as you need me, I wont leave you”

“I'll be okay again, im just empty and need time”

“Take all the time you need”

Her breath hitches sharply, she starts to shake as if all the feelings flowing under her surface can no longer be contained and are flowing from her in the form of tears and trembling. He knows better than most that feelings have to come out in some form or another or will they build up and crush you as they explode. He still doesn't know whats worm her down to such a low point and has no intention of asking, he will wait patiently and be there with open arms of she ever wants to tell him. She doesn't need him to solve her problems, doesn't need him to step out into her world for her, she needs him to provide a safe place she can fall apart in knowing that its okay to loose herself for he will be there to shelter and protect her from anything including herself.

He will be her shelter just as she is his salvation.

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Call of duty, fluff, series, Simon Ghost Riley

Tea Time

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Summary: Hes infatuated with his adorable neighbor and with the help of Riley shes become a part of his life. Today he goes over with Price and Soap to work on the job.

Note: sorry its been so long since I've made a chapter, life's been to depressing to write fluffy sweetness.

WC: 1.6k

Ch 5

[ we are all free this Friday, does that work for you?]

[Yes, what time?]

[Whenever your ready, we are early risers]

[10, and how many guys and do they have allergies]

[ 2 and no]

[Okay perfect see you then]

(20 minutes later)

[Tell them to bring a change of clothes and towel]

[✅️]

[Aye you found emojis 🥳👏]

[💪]

She's unsure how to interpret that last one but goes with it and smiles at his attempts. Truth is she doesn't like using emojis, so many hidden meanings and misinterpretations she steers clear.

So it's settled in 3 days they'll be coming over and taking care of her duck pond project, thank heavens otherwise she would have just had a big hole in her yard with zero purpose other than Riley's dust bowl. All that's left now is to decide what to cook, she has time to prepare so she grabs a stack of cookbooks and sits on the couch flipping through them.

Most dishes just didn't seem right, if they are anything like Simon then she's going to have 3 big hardworking military men who need a proper big meal. And if they are anything like Simom then they can each eat a truckload on their own.

Tacos, that could work lots of customization to one's tastes but they would each need a bakers dozen, so no.

Roast chicken dish, maybe a few chickens would do the trick, but if someone doesn't like chicken I'm screwed.

Casserole dish, lots of options and could make a few types so something for everyone's tastes, that could work but who really wants a hot dish after doing hard work.

Stir fry dish, maybe some Mongolian beef and caramelized carrots, but again if someone doesn't like it there isn't variety.

Lamb chops and roast corn, possible but again it comes back to needing a lot and I don't know their tastes.

Pizzas, that could work, good size portions and customization. They will be here for a while so I can get their custom orders for personal pizzas, yes that will work

She assess her kitchen and makes up a shopping list, picking a wide variety of topping options, who knows what they like and all she has to go on is ones British and one Scottish but that just makes trying to pick out what they'd like even more confusing.

With the shopping done and fridge fully stocked she tidies up house. Shes nervous about having people other, its something she usually avoids and has very little experience with. All she can do it hope the others are like Simon, easy going, dont make a fuss, and big eaters.

The dough has raised and rested overnight, the pillows are fluffed, ice tea is chilling, eveything is set amd ready but shes still so nervous. She even woke up early, unable go lounge in bed any longer, she couldn't settle till she'd double checked everything, especially with that nightmare about the dough not raising.

[At Simon's house]

Honestly hes nervous about today, not about the work he's sure that will go well, for as much as they can goof around they always get the job done.

Hes worried about them being around her, especially after their last talk. Shes not open to romance and Soap even with all the warnings he won't be able to stop himself from flirting with her, shes to adorable to pass up as Soap would say.

Price isn't a concern hes got a pretty lil thing of his own to coo and awe over, but hes also not one to rein in Soaps delusions so who knows how this will go. He just hopes they won't embarrassed themselves of him to much, hed hate for today to mess things up between them when its already reached a fragile point.

The doorbell rings and just as hes about to open it, open it swings and in comes Soap who takes any excuse to use his emergency key, Price in toe behind him.

S- "So we're here"

P- "Yeah whyd we need to bring a change of clothes"

S- "You plan something fun for us?"

P- "What fun activity requires a pipe cutter?"

S- "I can think of a few "

This is a prime example of why Simon isn't put in charge of memos. He told them when to come over and what to bring but left out the key factor of what they'd be doing. But there is a hidden benefit to him sending memos, no one will refuse, they might all be confused as hell but they'll all be there on time bringing whatever was asked for.

G-"We are making a duck pond"

P-"Ducks?"

S-"Umm you sure about this?"

G-"Yes"

Again the master of vague, forgetting they cant read his mind. But they are used to this so they go along trusting their Lt. has a plan. We'll that is until he walks out the door and gets in his truck, obviously not heading to his backyard, but hey their day is clear and this vauge mission has piqued their interest.

They don't go far, they could have just walked, its not like lugging their tools would have been that difficult or any heavier then their packs, but anyways they are going with the mystery. The mystery has let them to a home that's front yard belongs on the cover of some garden or home magazine, they wonder how Simon's involved in this, what secret has he been keeping from them, what fae has charmed him.

They follow behind him beach bags in hand as he rings the magical sounding door bell, and their suspicion of their gruff Lt. being charmed by a fae is confirmed seeing the adorable women in an apron answers the door.

"No Riley?"

G-"He'd just get in the way and have a repeat of last time"

"True, come on in"

...

"So these must be your friends"

G- "yes, this Johnny and Price"

P- " pleasure to meet ya miss"

S- " yes a true pleasure"

"Nice to meet you too, welcome and thank you for coming over to help"

P- " so your the one getting a duck pond"

"Yes"

Shes getting an odd read from them, its like they walked in her completely unaware of whats happening, but that cant be right, right? She looks up to Simon who seems oblivious to this situation and gives a little huff and head shake.

"Simon you told them why and whats happening today, right?"

G-"Yes of course"

" Did he?"

S- " he just said to bring tools, a change of clothes, a towle and come at 9:50"

P- " yeah he usually a bit light on details but we're used to it"

G- " your here, you got your tools what did i miss?"

S- "you blind man, you missed the pretty lil lass who you seem to be good friends with"

G- "ahh details "

P- " miss why dont you show us where we're working"

"Good idea, follow me"

First meeting went better then she'd expected, it did go a bit uncomfortable with the Scottish guy but that seems to just be his personality and not direct flirting. Luckily the older gentleman stepped in and got us back on track. She is disappointed Riley didn't come with them, in social situations she always does better with an animal.

But now they are in the backyard, the vibe has changed like they have switched into work mode. Lots of walking around, inspecting, and scribbled measurements. But they all exude confidence so shes satisfied that they have a handle on it.

But now shes not sure what to do, its to early to start on food and they just got here so no drinks yet, and its not like she'd be any help with this technical stuff. So now shes left awkward standing on the patio, hands bunching up the fabric of her apron.

Eveything looks good, no hitches and the guys are confident they can do this and that's enough for him. Price practically made his own house to all his wife specifications and Soap is very handy and somehow always makes things work even if its in a rather unorthodox way, and the work should keep him busy and away from her so all his worries are settled.

But her, she doesn't look settled. Hes good at reading her, her emotions are very close to the surface and right now shes got a lil storm brewing around her. He cant leave her like that.

She'd gotten a bit lost in the thoughts pinging around her mind, it wasn't until his shadow was blocking the suns light that she saw him beside her. Hes always like that, able to move so silent and stealthily despite his stature.

"Whats wrong, Johnny bother you?"

"What, no no, just stuck"

"Stuck?"

"Im not sure what to do and I feel bad not helping but I'd be no good at this "

He gets it, standing aside while other do work for her, it goes against her independent can do thing. He doesn't know why or where that complex originates but he has a feeling its deep rooted and causing her current turmoil.

"They'd be more then happy for you to sit by and watch, its okay really"

"When should I bring drinks?"

"I'll let you know"

"Thank you"

The clouds are disapating and her usual calm returning, not completely but that state probably won't be reached with them here, so this is good enough.

"I think I'll do some weeding, I just cant sit by"

"Sounds good"

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Call of duty, ghost, cowboy ghost, fluff, cute meet, autism coded

Hello doggy

Summary: shes been dreading to run into him and hes been dreaming of it. A storm hits and a mud covered sheep gets brought to the shelter she works at, turns out its his lost lamb.

Note: not edited, kinda autism coded characters

WC: 1.7k

Part 1 link

Part 2

Shes stuck in her drive way, frozen, mind going a mile a minute trying to solve the new dilemma. Where to go? Part of her routine is going to that specific gas station to pick up a breakfast sandwich and iced tea, but now shes paralyzed worrying about running into that man again, because after that first awkward incident the chances of making things much worse is very high.

So going against all comfort of routine she takes a different route, that takes her out of her way to stop at a different gas station. She gets her stuff and heads to work glad that always plans extra time into her daily commute. This wasn't a great start to the day but luckily nothing else went sideways.

A few days of this new routine and its not longer a disruption but rather a new habit. Even though she still prefers the other place amd misses it, maybe in a month she can go back, hopefully than the embarrassment will fade or he'll have just forgotten her.

Before he'd never really payed attention to other people, he just did his thing and moved along. But now he finds himself scanning the other folks hoping to see her again, hoping to come out and see her with Duckwalker, but he hasn't spotted her once.

This has taken a subconscious toll on his mood, hes not aware of it but Duskwalker, Tom & Jerry (the herding collies), Shadowfax (his horse), and his sheep have all noticed the change and do their best to comfortable their grumpier then usual boss.

Living in a rural town means you get more then cats and dogs brought to the rescue. She mainly deals with domestics and the farm boy on staff handles the others. But today a storm came out of nowhere causing a flash flood, shes the only one who made it in before the roads got trashed so when a soaked women comes in carrying a laundry basket going Bahhh Baahh its all on her to handle it.

The women makes it a quick drop off, rushing off to deal with her own stuff. So she takes the basket into an exam room and lifts the blanket finding a mud covered lamb. Livestock isn't her thing but the basics should get her through this and shes seen something similar before and helped out. So she puts on a washing apron and takes the baby to the bath.

It takes a while to get all the mud clumps and twigs off the lil guy, she considers trying to get him all white again but getting him warm takes priority. She has no clue how a lamb would react to the blow dryer so sticks to basics and uses the towle shed thrown in the dryer.

Next is food, the lil guy doesn't seem to have any desire to run, very content to stay in the warm towel nest so she leavs him to go and find some food. Shes not sure how old it is or how to tell, but hopefully its old enough for pellets. She grabs a bowl of pettels, one of water and snags the list of local ranchers.

She holds the food bowl near its face hopping it will eat, to her dismay it only sniffs at the bowl. She guesses the poor thing just doesn't isn't hungry yet, so she sets it aside. The little guy snuggles against her seeking her warmth so she lazily pets it as she start to go through the list looking for ranchers who have sheep.

The first one doesn't pick up, the second isn't missing anyone, the third curses at for calling during a storm, and the third makes her palms start to sweat and blood pressure rise. She recognizes the voice, its him, its the tall man with the big dog.

> "Hello anyone there "

Okay time to snap into action mode, this is business.

> "Hello, im calling from the Rescue House, are you missing a lamb?"

> "Yes, you have him?"

> "Yes"

> "how is he? Alive?"

She knows its him, but the change in his tone now, the care and concern is so evident. She never would have expected that from the tall stoic man, especially after her experience with the others she called.

> "Yes alive, washed and warm"

> "(deep sigh of relief )"

> "I'll be right over"

> "okay, we'll be here"

Tonight has been crazy, so so hectic but unfortunately days like this do happen, where the sky just turns and the dirt with it. The sheep were all out when it hit and everything turned on a dime, it took hours and multiple trips to wrangle them all, ending with a very muddy affair. After multiple counts he kept coming up 2 short, Grumpus and a lamb both missing. Grumpus he knew where to find, he uses his special skill to climb and burrow himself in the storage space.

All that's left was the missing lamb and in this conditions he knew that's perilous, but he went out anyways to look, he's a firm believer in leave no man or sheep behind. So the call was a major relief to not only know where his lamb is but know its okay. He turns Shadowfax around and they head twords town.

He reaches the rescue and hops down, the looks between Shadowfax and the mailbox post and decides that's good enough, hes a good boy you could tie him up with floss and he'd stay put. But as he looks at his mud covered horse he looks to himself and it looks like he just got done mud wrestling, he cant go inside like this and make the place a mess for her to clean, so he just knocks and stands outside with the rain pelting down on him making a pitter patter sound on the brim on his hat.

She gets up to see to the door but the lamb fusses and follows after her, seeming very upset to have been put down after having found such a comfortable spot on her lap. She cant have him think shes not treating his lamb well so she picks up, finding its not all that different from a dog.

The wind catches the door and just as its about to slam into the wall, the harsh sound never comes as hes caught it in his iron grip. He forgets all the mud and rain soaking through his clothes giving him that icky chill as he gazes down apon the adorable woman cradling his lamb.

Wow, what has this man been through today, if it wasn't for the horse by the look of him id have thought he swam here. Why isnt he coming inside? Its still pouring out, he must he so cold.

> "Come in please you must be freezing"

> "oh no id make a mess"

She not taking that for answers, shes in work mode. In her minds eye its as if a very large dog has come to the door soaking wet, she must get it inside and warm. So to both of their surprise she grabs his large rectangular belt buckle and starts pulling him inside.

The shock makes him fold instantly, he lets her drag him by the belt buckel through the lobby, past the kennels and into a back room. Her match finally ends and she releases him but now hes stuck, no clue what to do so he just stays still and waits. But now as he sees her coming over with a hose he wishes he could vocalize how unnecessary whatever is going to happen is.

> "Got a wallet or phone on you?"

> "yeah"

> "hand um over"

Oh its official now hes getting hosed, but after today that was inevitable and he would prefer her doing it so he empties his pockets.

> "I assume this isn't your first time so close your eyes"

He gives a nod, shuts his eyes and holds his arms out. As he stands there defenseless amd vulnerable all hes not concerned all he can picture is her. Lamb held to her chest, clearly very happy, hose in her other hand and a very focused look directed right at him.

> "Turn"

He hears a scrapping sound and hazards a peak to see her using her foot to drag a step stool over, that's when it finally hits him how much shorter she is. Funny it wasn't when her collar bone was barely above the truck beds lip, or how he has to look down to see her, or how he mainly just sees the top of her head. Only now with the step stool does he see it. She drag it closer and steps up, he closes his eyes shut again knowing shes coming for his face. Unlike the body wash this is much more gentle spraying.

> "Okay all done"

He opens his eyes but sees her walking off. He really hopes she not just gonna leave him here soaked. Shes gone for a while and he feels like and idiot standing there doing nothing in his water filled boots, hopefully she didn't intend for him to follow. Just as hes about to move for the door she left through she comes back and matches right up to him.

> "Here these should fit you"

> "thanks"

He takes the bundle from her and she walks out but he hears her whispering as she walks away, 'Hopefully they fit him but your owner is a giant, how he even sees you all the way on the ground I dont know'. He holds in a chuckle at her comment and gets to stripping.

Hes made do with much much worse before. On days like these when everything goes sideways he always dreads the calm, yeah it means things are settled but it also means hosing down and one time heading in from the barn dripping wet in just his boots, hat and boxers. But tonight someone else cared for him lamb, hosed him down, and has given him a warm towle and clean dry clothes, yeah they are a little tight but hell this a lot better then he expected his night to go.

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Call of duty, ghost, cowboy ghost, fluff, cute meet, autism coded

Hello doggy

Summary: cute meet at the gass station when y/n cant help but stop to pet the big doggy and meet its owner cowboy Ghost

Note: not edited, kinda autism coded characters

WC: 860

Part 1

At a gass station [wawa type ] You come out after getting an on the road breakfast and see a truck with a huge livestock guardian dog in bed .

You cant help it, dog of my any size you must approch. You look in the truck bit dont see anyone.

You don't know if its freidnly but you have lots of experience going up to animals and from working in the rescue house so you know what to do.

You set down your bag and hold out your hand palm up, resting it on the side of the truck bed and wait, letting it come to you.

It doesn't take long before it gets up, comes over gives your hand a wet sniff, its muzzle grazzing over your palm. With that you slowly move to scratch its chin and move your way up to its ear.

Now seeing its a friendly big guy, you indulge and give it a proper loving with scratches and baby talk.

Ghost has gone in to pay for gass, get some food and water for the day.

He comes out and does a double take, fozen in his tracks seeing his gruff barely friendly to himself dog being happily loved on by some women. He gets his wits about him and goes over.

> - "Hey there"

His deep rasping tone startles her and she sees shes been caught and just cause the dog was happy with her presence doesn't mean his owner will be to and its not like she can smooth his attitude over with scratches and a slice of turkey from her sandwich. But rn she wishes she could.

Her social skills with people arnt great, its why she works with dogs they have always gotten her and her them. But now facing this tall rough looking man who doesn't seem pleased at all, shes lost and a bit scared.

> - "im sorry... I'll be going right now"

> - "hey wait, its alright seems like he likes you, that's rare"

She'd practically alright run off before he could speak, but hearing paise about the dog liking her stops her in her tracks and has her turning back. Its a comment she gets often but it always feels good.

But looking at the man she wishes shes been resolute in returning to her car, cause he still looks pissed and the mask isn't helping, if anything is just makes his gaze seem sharper.

When making conversation she always messes up somehow and gives off that impression that's shes weird, its true she is awkward and weird but that doesn't mean she needs eveyone knowing that. So she goes with the tried and true, ask about the dog.

> "whats his name?"

> "Dusk, short for duskwalker"

She lights up. That's an odd name, a specific one, maybe this man is weird like her too.

> "What a unique name, in like it"

> "oh yeah he earned his name too, when he was just a pup his litter got attacked and he was one of few survivors and all through his life keeps beating the odd,.. oh sad story should have opened with something lighter"

> "no, no, its the truth and his name is very fitting. (Your a brave boy huh, yeah you are big guy)"

He really thought his sad story would have made things very awkward, he always forgets to filter his thoughts and not everyone is the guys. But she didn't seem to mind, it fact it seems the opposite, that he liked his blunt honest speak. And now hes witnessing such an adorable display of her talking with Dusk that he swears hes seeming hearts floating around her.

> "Well thank you for letting me pet Dusk and sorry for not asking first, I'll let you be i gotta get to work"

> "no problem, Duskwalker need some good scratches before work"

> "you need some scratches to start the day too"

> "shit" "okay bye"

That last bit slipped out, her fliter failed, this is exactly why she doesn't socialize with humans cause she forgets all common sense and offers to scratch them. This is definitely one of those horrible embarrassing moments that keeps you awake and you remember years later.

There was nothing left to do then just run away, hope in her car and just drive away, she didn't even set up her music, she just sped out of there. She couldn't take the chance of him coming over to her car, and with his long legs it wouldn't have taken him long.

What an offers, you know some scratches probably would have given him a better start to his day, it certainly worked wonders on Dusk. I should tell her its okay, but the way she ran off it would probably scare her if I followed. Wow you gotta be panicked or skilled to reverse pull out and speed out like that, well probably both.

He puts his stuff in his cooler and starts filling up the tank. He leans against the truck bed and gives Duck some scratches.

> "I know buddy I hope we run into her again too"

> "shes something special ain't she"

> [bark of approval]

Part 2

Tags

@tessakate

@denielle143

@fertilise-me

Sorry its been so long since I've made a COD post

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Original work, short story,

Night person

She has serious grievances with the day; the sun, people, annoying sounds, so she became a night person. The change has completely improved her quality of life, turns out other people caused 95 percent of her problems. Luckily she lived in a town that had 24hr shops, and her online job doesn't care what hours she works as long as it gets done.

When she walks home from her favorite ramen shop she often stops by a park to chill on the swing set, if she's lucky and the sky is clear she can get in some stargazing. She's always enjoyed the night sky even when the stars are hidden.

These ramen and park nights are one of the many things that bring her joy In her nightlife. Yes people find it weird but they have always found her weird and pushed her aside so at least now she's happy and doesn't have to put on a fake act for others.

He gets off work late and on his walk home he passes a park where he often sees a girl there on the swings. The first time he saw her he did a double take, thinking he was so tired and seeing things. He's always wondered about her, she looks so carefree and almost otherworldly as if the weight of the world that sits on all other's shoulders Is absent.

He's always wanted to say hi and know more about her but doesn't want to be a creep, he's also too shy for that walk straight up to someone approach.

Tonight it's raining on his walk home. He checked the park just because it's become a habitat. He expected it to be empty in this downpour but there she was on the swings looking like a vision.

He always carried an extra umbrella after an incident where one flew away. So he thinks this is his opening to talk to her and not seem like a creep. He gets his extra umbrella out of his bag and enters the park. He approaches her holding the umbrella out so its visible.

She notices a man approaching but isn't scared, she's always got a knife on her and now her right hands resting on it in her hoodie pocket. He gets closer and holds out an umbrella, she digs the toe of her boot into the group stopping the swing.

Guy- “for you, it's an extra”

Y/N- “ I'm already soaked, plus I like to feel the rain”

Guy- “not worried about getting sick?”

Y/N- “ rains never hurt me before”

He nods and tucks the umbrella away feeling a bit embarrassed, all his courage disappearing and his shy nature taking over.

Y/N- “ very kind offer though, thanks “

He's nervous now and not sure what to say, I hadn't planned for more than handing off an umbrella. He wants to say more, get to know more about this mystery girl but worries he'll say the wrong thing, but can he afford to not take this chance.

Guy- “ I walk past this park almost every night, I've seen you before, always been curious”

Y/N- “ and you only found courage tonight?”

Guy- “ i didn't wanna seem like a creep”

She gets off the swing and heads towards him, curious about this shy guy. She hasn't socialized in a while and ends up standing a bit closer to him that socially accepted, but this let's her get his scent.

Y/N- “you work in a restaurant?”

Guy- “ uhh yeah how'd you'd you know?”

Y/N- “ oh now ill sound like a creep… you smell like good burger and fries”

Guy- “ nah no worries, I'm a line cook at a burger joint”

Y/N- “ If it's as good as you smell I need to know what's the place is called”

He gives her the name and address dress of the place.

Guy- “ well I'll let you enjoy the rain, bye”

She watches as he walks off and when he gets to the sidewalk she calls out.

Y/N- “ i'm glad you found your courage do it again sometime”

He walks home so ecstatic on his walk home he even feels like skipping but knows in this rain that would end in disaster.

The next week she sets out to try the burger joint, she isn't big on going to new places but he was cute and smelled delicious. It's a nice small place, not too loud or busy, just how she likes it.

She asks the waitress if the tall cute guy, with past the shoulders length black hair, dorky smile and lip ring is working tonight. The waitress gives her a smile and informs her zane in working tonight.

So that's his name, suits him well, zane.

The waitress tells Zane that a girl asked about him, didn't know his name but described him really well. Hes siked that she came in and takes her food bill to make it himself for her. The waitress suggests that he take it to her himself, he's thinks it's a good idea and heads out with a smile and her plate.

She's smiles when she sees him.

Y/N- “ I didn't think cooks brought food out”

Zane- “ we don't but this is special”

Y/N- “ thanks”

She enjoys her burger a lot and will be adding this place to her rotation of restaurants. She makes a little doodle and leaves the waitress a big tip and note to give him the drawing.

The waitress is thrilled for her tip and wonders just who this girl is and asks Zane that When she delivers the drawing.

Zane- “ I'm not sure but I really wanna know”

He tucks the doodle into his wallet for safe keeping.

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Original, twblood, no editing, he likes shes weird,

Shes odd

Walking down the street the smell of blood catches her attention, its not that odd this city plays by different rules. She finds the sourse is an alley, shes always had a nose for blood.

She finds a well dressed man with a stab wound close to a major artery, he got lucky. She sits down and digs threw her purse finding her pocket sewing kit and hand sanitizer and gets to work stitching him up. Hot pink what a color but its the only one she never has use for on her clothes so theirs plenty.

Movement, hes waking up. They just stare at eachother her holding the pink thred going threw him and him so so confused and in pain.

> "Wh, what are you doing? "

> "you have a laceration near your femoral artery, youd bleed out without stitches "

> "uhh.... continue "

He just watches her, the robotic girl as she goes back to working on him. He grateful to see most was done while he was unconscious.

She finishs and starts to root around in her purse again. He wonders what she'll pull out of her merry pop inside bag this time, well merry Poppins would probably have some morphine at least.

She holds out a pencil twords his mouth.

> "I suggest you bite this"

He doesn't question and accepts the pencil bracing for what's next.

She puts handsanitizer on the wound to clean it.

> "Apologies I dont have any hydrogen peroxide or iodine"

She then takes the pencil back and to his sight amusement puts the teeth mart covered pencil back in her bag. Then she pulls out a pad and takes the band out of her hair. With the 2 she bandages him up.

Then she pulls out a note pad and starts to write.

> " I suggest some antibiotics, there's a vet on Howard and 6th, ask for Tyler, say you have questions about your reptile set up and give him this note, hes got the best prices in town, or if you'd like to go to a real doctor feel free but I doubt a man with possible affiliation tattoos who got knifed in an allye wants to explain his hot pink stitches"

He takes the note from her cause shes spot on, he cant see a real doctor. He does have his own guy but hell he'll try Tyler.

With that she gets up and leaves just walking off as if this was the most casual encounter ever. Who the hell was she.

He gets up and gets himself together, seeing as he still has a full wallet he describes to see Tyler before stopping home to report this.

Hes never gotten meds from anywhere other then a back alley or dark parking lot so this is very different but after a very short wait hes seen into a room with Tyler. He hands over the note and the guy just tells him to step on the scale so he does.

Tyler steps out and comes back quickly handling him a bag of meds. "Take 2 morning and night with food". That's it, no wonder she recommends this guy.

He pays and is about to head out when Tyler speaks.

> "good luck dude"

> "with what?"

> "those are strong antibiotics, must be something bad"

> "too strong?"

> "no, shes always right "

> "you uh have her number, I wanna see her again "

> "trust me dude you dont want her more in your life"

> "why ? She dangerous or crazy?"

> "honestly I barely know a thing about her and that's too much "

He gets the meds and heads home, trying to process the whole experience. And even though hes been warned off of her that's not detering him, mainly cause he cant gets her off his mind.

He gets home and gives his report, they dont belive about the girl at first but still sent out to find info about her.

They come back with nothing, cementing that it wasn't real and something else happened and his mind made stuff up.

Its been 2 months hes all healed up no pain. Hes walking home with things for dinner when he sees her on the opposite side and goes over.

> "hey there"

> "hello"

> "oh do you not remember me?"

> "I do, it was memorable, did you heal well?"

> "oh yeah all good now, thank you by the way"

> "no need to thank me it was implied and all, unless you had the desire to die it'd be natural to feel thankfull but if you are the later I can correct things"

The fuck did she just offer to kill me, uhh shes odd but for some reason I like that.

> "well still I've been wanting to thank you but haven't seen you around and I've looked"

> "really most people dont want to see me, let alone a second time "

> "well call me odd but I do"

> "interesting "

> "so umm you busy tonight? "

> "no"

> "how'd like a home-cooked meal at my place"

> "its been a while since I'd had a homecooked meal I didn't make myself, yes I'd like that"

> "alright then"

> "lead the way"

So off they go, she follows him but pauses when they stop reaching the front of his house. It confirms her earlier suspicions, this man is made. She shouldn't cross this threshold, she doesn't even pass here on purpose.

> "are you sure its alright to bring me in your home uninvited?"

> "ahh Hyashi does it all the time its fine "

So she follows him in, plus it won't be her who gets in an awkward situation if shes found by the head. And it would be interesting to see that all unfold, plus she wants that meal.

He leads her to some kind of sitting room, a more casual smaller one it seems.

>"sorry theirs only tvs in bedrooms"

>"its alright I have a new book"

"I'll be right back gotta drop this in the kitchen"

He heads to the kitchen feeling okay to leave her alone, she just went right to her book.

> "finally Koba where have you been"

> "I found her man, I did and shes here"

> "What?"

> "I ran into her and invited her for dinner"

> "okay but you left her alone"

> "she has a book"

> "okay fine let's just bring her a drink, whats she like?"

> "uhhh I dont know, what do we have"

> "oh all we have his Sensei's iron black tea"

> "crap"

> "it will have to do"

So they hesitantly and awkwardly bring her a cup of the masters awful tea, hopefully shes not picky.

They walk in and shes in the same spot with her book and a pen twirling around her fingers gracefully. Kinda impressive.

She looks up to them as they place down the tray.

Hyashi eblows Koba

> "introduces me to your guest Koba"

> "oh yes this is.... uh"

> " call me Rekki"

> "welcome Rekki, do you have any food aligeries"

> "none, thank you for the tea."

The guys look between eachother and awkwardly convers through looks and nods. Hyashi heads back to the kitchen

> "So your all good here, im sorry to just leave you b-"

> "dont worry about that, im really quite fine"

She just gives him a smile. She knows her smile doesn't comfort others but she likes to see him squirm. This is a first for her and shes taking a bit of advantage of the situation. Most people dont invite her close enough for her to have her fun

So off he goes again and she goes back to her book and then remembers the tea. She sniffs it intrigued, that sharp hit of iron, unusual for a tea but common in blood. She takes a sip and its the most delicious tea shes ever tried. For ages shes tried to find something that would come close to what she truly enjoys but never succeeded, this is s close second, hopefully they have more of this.

The tea gets her curiosity going, shes not longer content to sit and keep at her book. That leaves the question get up look around and get caught or stay here and wait for a time when she knows where the players are. Yes she'll have to stay put and keep her urges contained, at least for now, the time will come later for her to look around, hopefully today. But hey future invitations would lead to quite an interesting source of excitement, and its so hard to find anything that gets her blood going.

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Okay so we have the trope yandere guy loves girl, he goes to jail for some reason (fighting for her or just some event), and then he gets back and angsty love story.

Well what about the reverse

The girl who had to grow up tough, wasn't afraid to throw a punch. She never stood a chance at home so anywhere else she'd fight and shes win. Cute nerdy/shy guy is her childhood crush, she saves him a few times from bullies and they are awkward friend. She doesn't know how to express love and softness and he doesn't do great socially and being around her makes him nervous but the kind where he still misses when shes not around.

So add in some big action conflict scene, the guys in a real mess and she catches a charge saving him or finally had it with family and catches a charge standing up for herself in the fight shes never won before but realized shes grown up now.

With option 1 he watched her get taken away in the cop car and wrote her letters and stuff, but he had college and stuff and things drifted apart. (Idk what else kinda obvious i like option 2 more)

Option 2 he didn't know what happened, she never let on about her home life, he assumed the busted lips and bruises where from fights not from family. One day she just disappeared and he missed her more then ever, never forgot her. Checked the obituary ever week just to make sure. He went on to college, got his degree and a job in his hometown. And then shes released, (but idk how they'd meet again so many options)

And like shes the totally obsessive yandere type and hes the shy overwhelmed but also love struck guy.

Also of you made it all the way and feel inspired feel free to use this idea, I have way to many starters they shouldn't go to waste

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Original work, snippit, twblood,mafia

The ball is coming up and even though shes being forced to go, and hes the one forcing her, hes decided he'll at least give her the freedom of the dress color.

"What's your favorite color, Little Lark ? "

"its a rare one, quite costly"

"money isn't a factor"

She steps closer feeling brave and grabs his hand, gently extending his arm and pulling up his sleeve. She runs her fingers down his forearm.

"Costly doesn't always mean money, Mister Mafia Man..."

Fingers resting on the crook of his wrist her touch turns from light and gentle to sharp as she drags her sharpened nails across his skin making a beaded line of blood appear.

She drops her hold on him, letting his arm fall. She turns and walks away from him.

She learned the first night, well within the first hour he doesn't do well when hes not appeased and his questions unanswered. Shes not in the mood for another one of his tantrums so, reluctantly she gives an answer in a dismissive fashion, he won't get anything for free from her.

"That's my favorite color. Unfortunately, we all bleed the same, so even a horrid man like you has beauty within"

Once out of his presence and in the minimal privacy of the room shes been given she goes to her knees on the cold tile trying to ground herself. Being in a room with him is irritating enough, and giving him an answer feels like slowly giving herself over but neither was as bad as wasting that blood.

Yes its his blood and hes a horrid man who accepts deals with flesh but his blood hasn't sinned.

The cold of the floor is her only reprieve, she cant open her own flesh for a taste or punch the wall. That man insists on her being in pristine condition without a mark on her. Maybe he'd care less if he knew about all the marks she already had. She considered sharing that but changing his illusion would probably result in another tantrum so the cold floor it is.

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Part 3 of nikto and Krueger doodle

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Part 2 of nikto and Krueger doodle

[chaoscreaturewrites]

Call of duty,multi ch, nikto, hurt/comfort,

Kto and Nikto

Link to part 1

Ch 2

She showers, the water helping clear her mind. She stands under the stream until the pruning feeling of her fingers annoys her. She's still a bit numb and fragile right now and tries to keep her mind clear and stop it from drifting somewhere bad. After she simply heads to dinner, trying to stick to routine and stay on autopilot.

Kegan brings up the idea of a day trip to, something to help curb the boredom of base. Konig says that the nearby town is having a festival soon so they can go, he's been wanting to anyway. Still a bit numb and not very cognizant of the conversation that one bit cuts through and brings a little part of joy, it sounds like a fun distraction, something she'll be a lot more excited about tomorrow when she can feel it.

Sleeps a relief, to just drift off and end the day, she needs to recharge. In the morning she's surprised by her lack of bruises, then she remembers how Nikto took the hits instead. She's always hated anyone witnessing her crack, but he saw her fully break and he didn't give her that look like she belongs in an asylum. He supported and cared for her. Whatever he is, whatever his deal and problems are, he's someone I want in my life.

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“Nikto do you have a casual civilian outfit and mask”, “I'm not a civilian, why?”, “Cause next week Konigs is letting us go to a festival in town and I wondered if you'd come with me”. He's amazed she wants him to go with her, he hasn't been invited to a social event in ages. It gives him a new feeling, something warm and nice, kinda like how it felt holding her. “I have casual clothes”, “ Would you like to go with me?”, “Yes”, “awesome”. He hears how excited she is and is glad he can make her happy, especially after yesterday.

He hasn't left base for anything other than a mission in a long time so he's gonna have to dig out his clothes and wash them but anything for her. As the day goes on he thinks more about her words and makes a connection while doing laundry.

Kruegers in the laundry room and he's always very analytical, he can probably figure this problem out for him. “Krueger”, “Yes”, “Y/N asked me to go with her to the festival next week”, ” Okay and?”, “Well was she asking me on a date or just to hang out I'm not sure”,” you don't know if a girl asked you out... of course you don't, well was her voice higher than usual?”, “yes”, ”was she excited?”,” yes she seemed very happy about leaving the base for a trip”, “did she touch you while asking?”, “no”, “did she make eye contact?”, “no we were smoking and my mask she looks away when we smoke”, “hmm it's possible that it could be either option really, she does seem fond of you but you'd have to ask her”, “oh okay”.

That night while they take their walk around base he's nervous, worried that asking for clarification will mess things up, worried that he read too much into it. He doesn't want to mess things up with her.

She picks up on his odd behavior and the way he keeps tapping at the side of his mask, something he's never done before nor was this listed as a warning sign. “Okay big guy what's wrong? He gets a bit spooked, realizing she can see right through him, but it seems now is the time to crash and burn or continue down the nice road. “ When you asked me to the festival, was it a date ?” She stops walking, a bit shocked by his frankness. She meant it as friends mainly because she was scared to ruin things by bringing up romantic implications but in the back of her mind she'd wanted it to be a date. This might be perfect, if his mind went there too then maybe he wants it to be romantic as well.

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He's visible nervous tics increase, she can't delay her answer and leave him in a distressed state. She takes a deep breath and meets his gaze. “Would you like to go to the festival with me as a date, Nikto?”, "Yes moy kto I would like that”.

They are both full of nerves but no longer the scared, anticipation, make your stomach hurt kind, they are excited, filled with bubbly warm feelings that bring color to your cheeks. They continue on with their walk, “You should know we are pretty clueless when it comes to umm interpersonal relations”,“I'll make sure to be straightforward”, “Thank you”.

Everyone is surprised to see Nikto show up to go to the festival, especially seeing him in civis. At first they think they are having a group hallucination but when they see her excitedly greet him and he waves back, they know this is really happening which is a much more odd occurrence then group hallucination.

He sits next to her in the chopper after thoroughly checking that she's properly buckled, despite all that he barely uses any buckels himself . The guys gave him some weird looks, still having trouble believing they haven't stepped into an alternate reality, but that doesn't stop him.

“Your wearing makeup”, “yeah today's special got all dressed up”, “its nice”. He's trying his best to complement her but its very foreign territory for the usually gruff man, but everyone thinks they've crashed and died hearing Nikto give a compliment. But to eveyones surprise she likes it, “Thanks, you look nice too, didn't know you were hiding such nice hair”, he runs his fingers through his hair nervously, unsure how to respond.

When they land Nikto unbuckles her and quickly hops off first waiting to help her down. He catches her brief smirk when comes to the edge and sees him waiting with open arms to help her down. "Ready?", "yep". With permission he grabs onto her waist and swiftly sets her down. He notes the slight blush that brightens up her cheeks but doesn't comment, he wouldn't want to embarrass her and point it out infront of the guys.

"Careful theres no path trail", "You ever been drunk in the woods before?", "Yes, how does that apply?", "if I could wander around the dark woods drunk im pretty sure I can make my way through this in full light", "Agreed, but may I still lead you?". He holds out his hand to her, he doesn't ever seek out touch but with her he doesn't mind touch triggering instead it has a sort of calming effect. He's relived she returns his guesture, and also because he still worries about her tripping.

So the group makes their way through the woods to the village, the country has such dense foliage there weren't many cleanings to land in, and just dropping into town isn't a good move, it scared people. Based on watching her movements the tension does ease away learning she is very capable, not that he doubted her he just wasnt willing to take the risk of her falling.

" Is carrying me on the way back an option? ", " just ask, many things are options". " I'll remember that". The guys overhear this and finally all the odd behaviors click together, clueing them in that something is going on between the two. This worries Keegan, he knew the young cadets might be an issue but he never considered have to keep the likes of Nikto away from her. Well yeah he wanted to keep him away cause hes dangerous but never ever would he have thought Nikto would be her romantic interest.

They reach the town and all of them share a bit of relief seeing how she lights up, looking happier then they have ever seen her. They start off as a group checking it out, them they split up. She goes off with Nikto grabbing his hand and pulling him off in the direction of a girl selling woven bracelets. The guys are slack-jawd seeing their volatile killer, who's usually got blood on him most of the time being happily led around by a girl.

Hes having a good time, usually new experience set him a bit on edge, but he feels settled, his mind together, even a spark of happiness growning. Hes never really spent his money on anything other them necessities so he has quite a sum and refuses to let her pay for a thing. Watching her go about happily, eating treats and playing games brings a smile, sadly one he couldn't show her, the way he 'smiles' would be seen as creepy.

The games aren't her strong suit so he plays and after getting perfect score 3 rounds in a row he wins her the biggest teddy bear. He loves the way her eyes light up and that big toothy smile shines up at him. Its such an extreme difference from what hes seen from her before. They have shared nice peaceful moments but never something that lit her up like this, he just hopes he can replicate its effects without a festival.

She realizes he hasn't eaten a bit and knows hes not the type to complain or interject about his needs. So taking lead she some food and leads him away from the festivities. "Where are we going? ", "Somewhere private so you can eat". "Its okay, im fine", "dont care your eating and by the way i know 'im fine' means anything but fine and i actually care about the answer" This considerate action deeply touches him, hes gone days without food before yet just because he hasn't eaten for any afternoon shes making it a priority that he does. Shes making time for him, taking into account his unique needs amd not framing any of it as him being a difficult burden.

They find a secluded side alley l, hands him the food and turns around. Hes never had someone be so considerate and non fearful of him, it almost doesn't feel real but with all their walks and smoke breaks he knows it is making her very precious to him.

He eats quickly and pulls his balaclava back on, his usually mask wouldn't have been appropriate but hes also not comfortable showing face so this was the best here could do. He walks to her as shes mumbling some song to herself and places a hand on her shoulder. "Your done already !", " Yes we eat quickly". "You chewed right, didn't just swallow it whole like a fish?". A deep throaty chuckel escapes him at her quip, cause he knows shes not making fun of him, shes probably concerned about him chocking. " I chewed i swear".

Seeming satisfied with his answer she takes his hand again leading them over to where music has started to play. Turns out the other had the same idea and they rejoin the group. Konigs the first to greet them. "Having fun?", " having a great time", " ahh good and you Nikto?", " yes". Konig gives a simple nod of approval, slightly puffing with pride from planning a day eveyones enjoying, even the grumpy Nikto.

"So umm Y/N", "yeah.... yes Keegan". Keegan finds himself unable to say what you wanted, the awkwardness shutting him down. So Krueger, who somehow knows eveyones biz steps in. " He wants to know if you and Nikto are on a date". She gives Keegan a good hands on her hips stare, her eyes conveying the silent message of ' you serious dude', he gets the message and mumbles "yeah".

She looks up to Nikto, silently asking if hes comfortable with public confirmation. Luckily from all their time together and few words said she can read his eyes. " Yes, it is a date". Shes projecting straight no wavering confidence, her unshakable answer is yes publicly declaring she chose him. Nikto's list of happy memories is shorts and this will forever be ingrained in his mind and add to it.

Shes all smiles with a hint of a cocky smirk. Nikto's got a smirk on his own under his mask. Keegan is having an aneurysm, eye twitching visibly. Krueger knew from the moment Nikto was doing laundry and Konigs a bit confused.

“But he's older then you, wait actually how old are you, are you even legal”, “I'm almost 22”, “legal” Krueger chims in, clearly having chosena side. Konig joins in with his opinion too finally putting everything together,“Nikto is older but its not like she's 18”. Keegan spins around facing his so called friends,“Guys he's 34” he desperately pleads.“35 actually” Nikto corrects.

"And you don't have a problem with that” now pleading with her, hoping shell see sense.“Nope”, “What!!!”.“Keegan guys my age want a quick easy fuck they can manipulate and put in the least effort possible, I don't want that, but you know if age is so much of a problem I did see a few cadets who look like fun".She is getting in his face, invading his person space, fully challenging him. The fire in her eyes a warning and the steel edge to her voice a promise that she can make things way more difficult for him.

Nikto knows she's just saying that, she doesn't mean it its all to get at Keegan, but he still feels a touch possessive about the hypothetical cadets. Krueger let's out a rare laugh seeing how her move has stumped Keegan in his tracks, making his mind real at the possibilities. Konigs impressed by her verbal and psychological take down. The only one not amused is Keegan who's eye twitch is reaching a concerning level.

"Uhh never mind, Nikto is perfect", " Yes he is". Keegan submits defeat, shes out maneuvered him and the risk of her using the cadets for payback is to catastrophic, he secedes, the devil you know is better then the one you dont.

Driving the point home she grabs Niktos hand. "I want more cotton candy please", "of course Kto". Nikto's not as oblivious as people may think, he wanted to push Keegans buttons too, she made it look like fun so he gave them a view of how special she is to him.

He gets her another cotton candy, again amused awatching as she tears off a piec, ball it up and stuff it her mouth. Once shes done he leads her over to some grass and takes out his water bottle and once again pours some out for her to clean off the sticky sugar.

"Dont worry I dont want a cadet", "i knew you were just pushing him, looked fun", "it was". That bit of confirmation was all he needed to fully banish that traitorous thought from his mind, but that cleared way for a new thought. " are you really okay with my age?". His tones different, its not just asking for information hes worried about the answer. "Did you question it before they brought it up?", "no", "exactly, there is no issue just there nonsense makimg doubt creep in", "so alls good?", " yes".

Meanwhile, the guys work calm Kegan down.

They head back to the chopper but its much darker now, the setting sun cant cut through the dense forest making the trek a lot more challenging. "Nikto Im ready to take you up on that offer now". Instantly hes ready to fulfill her wish. He kneels down infront of her, "get on". Shes never actually had a piggy back ride before and gets a bit nervous, she leans down amd whispers so not even Krueger can overhear. " I've never done this", "ive got you, trust", "okay".

After a deep breath she gets on, still a bit nervous but she does trust him and his priority for her safety. Her anxieties leave her almost instantly feelings his secure, firm grip on her, how carrying her hasn't seemed to change his walking pace at all, and the warmth and contact is nice. " you okay?", "I've carried Konig across a snowy mountain, im very okay". That fact does make her feel better, so she just relaxes and enjoys the ride. she might like this even if its just around base, she'll have to remember that for later.

Keegans concerned seeing her being carried, "did you fall ? Are you okay?", "chill im fine just can't see in the dark". He visibly sighs with relief, today has been an emotional roller-coaster for him, but hes learned some valuable lessons, 1) hes not ready for kids, 2) dont test her or the chance of her going through the cadets is very high, 3) he might need a blood pressure medicine.

He sets her down then swiftly lifts her up into the chopper, and hops up himself. He smirks a little seeing that this time shes not fiddling with the buckels herself but waiting form him. He gladly accepts and does the buckels for her, even using an auxiliary strap around her teddy bear.

"Did you enjoy today?", "yes a lot... how do you not get bored on base?", " we work out a lot and make cadets do stupid stuff for entertainment and there's the game room", "game room! That wasnt on the tour." She gives Keegan a pointed glare waiting for him to give in. "Yeah we'll its where guys get drunk so I was trying to avoid that", "im legal and have a guard dog, so that better be added to my map". " guard dog?" Konig and Keegan say simultaneously. She reaches across to Nikto and pats his chest and miraculously on cue he growls. " See", "okay point proven just dont get to drunk please" again hes pleading with her woty knowing hes loosing.

"Your okay being called a dog?" Krueger says finally chipping into this conversation.“Yes.. Y/N try saying this sobachka".“So-bach-ka sobachka”, “Perfect”, “What's that mean” she asks, “Doggy” she gives him a playful smile and is glad for the lack of lighting hiding the flush coming to her cheeks.

Back at base he walks her to her room. Its a nice parallel the last time they were here together the scene was much different, an opposite time her current happy aura. "Good night", " Good night... I have a really good time with you today". She pulls the teddy beat up to her chest and gives it a snuggly hug. "Ill be sleeping with this tonight", " sleep well kto", "you too sobachka".

He feels the guys staring at him as he returns but he's not going to let them ruin the happiness she gave him, thats a precious gift.

But he sees he's gonna have to say something, he cant let whatever it is sit and fester. So after changing back into gear he goes over to confront Keegan. “We are not gonna hurt her we’ll take care of her, we know you see the age gap as a bad thing but as she already explained someone her age can't be there the way she needs”, “It's hard to trust you, a man with your... well history”. She's the only sane family Kegan has left who doesn't hate him and he has no clue how to help her or what to do, but hes trying his best. “We won't hurt her she makes us happy, she's precious”. “Okay, I won't stand in the way”.

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Part 1 of nikto and krueger doodles