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The Wolf and the Dragon

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Part 4: Dinner

Valaena entered her chambers, taking in the room. It was smaller than her own back home, but it would do for now. Red, black, and gold adorned every surface—Noxus colors. This was yet another reminder that her home was now a distant memory.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she set her stuff down. She lifted the curtains, and was met with the beautiful view of the city. Even from such a distance, she could she the people and shows—the colors and food vendors—everything was different. If she wasn’t who she was, Noxus would’ve been the first place to visit on her bucket list.

The room to her chambers doors were open-and in waltzed a blonde, heavy-set woman who was wearing a gold and red dress—traditional Noxian attire. She kept her head bowed and eyes low in respect. Valaena admired her physique, it seemed as if everyone in Noxus was jacked.

“Princess Valaena, I am to be your maid for the time you are residing here. I am at your beck and call. Whatever you need, any questions, and I will try my best to fulfill them.”

Valaena nodded at her words. “How generous of them…”, she said more so to herself sarcastically—knowing the woman was probably assigned to keep a close eye on her. She turned back to the maid.

“And may I have your name?”

“Anya, Princess.”

The princess nodded, noting her name in her mind. “Anya, do you mind running me a bath. I am in desperate need of one, as you can see.”

She nodded. “Right away, princess.”

Valaena was once again left alone, leaving her to swim in her own thoughts.

….

The next few days were pleasant for the princess. She hadn’t spoken to Ambessa since their first meeting, and Anya seemed to pop up out of nowhere and disappear in the night. Though, Valaena didn’t pay it much attention.

So far, her plan was smooth sailing. No word from the King has arrived, which was suspicious in itself.

Valaena thought about it often. How her father didn’t seem to care for her, how he had sent no word of her absence, as if the thorn in his side was finally gone. She tried not to dwell on it too much, but that was becoming harder to do each day.

The beautiful Noxian castle and flourishing gardens distracted her from those things. The guards kept a close eye on her, but let her be as long as she wasn’t causing trouble. The nobles threw her nasty looks, most deeming her untrustworthy.

She didn’t bother to ask where Ambessa was, or why they had yet to speak on this supposed ‘alliance’. It seemed she just had more important things to attend to. Hopefully she would leave her be for just a while longer—until Valaena came up with a plan to escape. She couldn’t stay here forever.

So when she was summoned to dinner with the General, hesitation and surprise was evident in her features.

“Summoned me to dinner?”, Valaena repeated what Anya had said. No council meeting, no hearings before the court, but a dinner.

“Yes, princess. It is about time we started getting ready. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to go in…that.”, Anya gestured to the simple tunic and trousers she wore.

Valaena ignored the comment and ran in fingers through her silver hair, obviously stressed. She mentally slapped herself for telling such a deep lie. Now, she had to defend her house and successfully form an alliance. Great.

“I’ll find you a dress to wear for this evening.”

Valaena cursed to herself. She was in deep, deep shit.

….

The baby pink and white flowy dress Valaena wore complimented her pale hair and skin. She left her hair to fall down her back, and jewelry adorned the top half of her body. She felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. But she was no lamb, she was a dragon, a nervous, scared, and mendacious one.

She approached the doors to the chambers she was summoned to. A guard stopped her. “State your business.”

“I was summoned to these chambers by the General for dinner.”

Without another word, he opened the doors, leading Valaena to her fate. Inside, was a large table with off-white and gold—hints of silver here and there. The room itself wasn’t large, but lavish, and everything seemed to fit in place. At the head of the table sat none other than Ambessa Medarda, dressed comfortably in a crimson and gold robe. A ring adorned her lower lip, and her dark hair was styled into a low bun. Valaena’s cheeks warmed at the sight of her effortless beauty, but quickly buried those thoughts as she bowed her head. “What do I owe this pleasure, My Lady?”

Ambessa turned towards the girl and leaned her head to the side with a slight smile, “Ah, I’d thought you’d never come. Take a seat, please.” Her offer sounded more like an order.

She took a seat at the other end of the table. A silent prayer was said, and she examined the dishes that were laid out.

At the center was a golden brown turkey, surrounded and stuffed with fruits and vegetables. Mashed potatoes, buttered bread, beef stew, apple pie, banana pudding, steamed vegetables…it all seemed too much for just two people. Valaena’s mouth watered, and she tried her best not to look greedy as she stuffed her plate.

The first thing she tried was the main dish, roasted turkey. The meat was moist and juicy, with the skin being flavorful and crispy. It was nothing compared to the unseasoned food of King’s Landing. The mashed potatoes were a whole other thing, having no lumps and melting on her tongue. The bread, oh the bread, was soft and—

“Hungry, are we?”

The question nearly gave Valaena a heart attack as she stopped eating. Ambessa simply grinned.

“I’ll be sure to give my compliments to the chef.”, she chuckled.

The princess straightened and cleared her throat, now being aware of how foolish she looked.

“I’m sure you didn’t request my presence to discuss how good the food is, My Lady.”

Ambessa’s amused expression faltered. “No, I didn’t. I called you here because I want to know your real intentions.”

Valaena stared, taken aback.

Ambessa continued, “We both know that I am not dumb. In fact, I am the complete opposite. I have already voiced my reasons for suspicion, but let me refresh your memory. You come here atop a dragon—careless as to who will see you. You speak of an alliance, yet you bring no offerings, unless you yourself are one, which, judging by your…demeanor, you aren’t. What I find suspicious of all is the fact that no word has been sent from the King over such a serious matter. So tell me, princess, are you simply taking refuge in my castle? And why Noxus of all places?”

Valaena was at a loss for words. This woman had just read her like an open book, as if she were telling the weather. Ambessa sat back in her chair with her arms crossed, no longer amused. She wanted answers, and she wanted ones now. And that’s exactly what the princess gave her.

“Yes,I-I didn’t come here seeking an alliance.”, she spoke just above a whisper.

“Obviously.”

“I originally left King’s Landing seeking shelter elsewhere after my father—the King—told me of his plans to give me off to a suitor in Piltover. There was so much pressure on me to marry, and he caved in like the coward he was. I had already lost all those I had loved, I had no real reason to stay. Not ever since my mother—”

Valaena choked back tears and her fists gripped her skirts. She hated how weak she looked—how inferior she felt. She roughly wiped her face, making her cheeks puffy and red.

Ambessa bit the inside of her cheek, and for the first time, in a long time, she felt something that couldn’t be put into words, but had forced itself down within herself. She empathized with the girl, knowing what it felt like to be given away as such a young age. She sighed, collecting herself and putting on that hard facade once more. “And you thought it safe to find refuge in Noxus?”

Valaena shook her head and allowed herself a small smile, which Ambessa admired from across the table.

“I hadn’t realized I landed in Noxus until your guards were chasing after me. I entered through the outskirts of the city, and sent away my dragon for a time.”

Ambessa pinched her nose, silently reminding herself to place more guards on the outskirts of the village to avoid instances like this.

Valaena licked her dry lips and sniffed, “What do you wish to do with me now, General?”

Ambessa contemplated. While the princess little benefit staying in Noxus, she wasn’t causing much disturbance. And her father hadn’t sent out word of her disappearance, seemingly being content with it. It had been almost two weeks since she left home. She gazed into Valaena’s lilac eyes, pleading with her not to be sent back. And with just one look, the General folded.

“I will not send you away, princess. You may keep your chambers in my castle. I expect no issues from you. Act as if you are not there.”

Valaena sighed in relief and surprise, a smile grazing her face.

Ambessa took a mental picture of the sight, one she would think about for endless nights to come.

#house of the dragon #ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda #league of legends #royal au

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rosesradio · 2 months ago

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Was rereading your valdangelace dp thing, and I fixated on the part where they said they didn't expect anyone in their relationship to be able to take the other two at once. In my opinion I honestly think Jason could take both Nico and Leo at the same time. I think the size difference between him and the two of them is huge, that Jason is probably the size of the both of them combined so if anyone has the best chance of getting dp'ed it's him

ooh okay i like this actually 👉👈

(this answer got pretty long, reblogs & interaction are appreciated 💌)

i think it would be especially difficult for jason to give in to his temptation to bottom when he’s under the impression that both leo and nico need him to take care of them. then again, when you have both leo and nico—they can be the dream team of surprisingly dominating jason, double trouble if you will.

i think leo would be effective with his teasing, stirring jason with desire as he talks about how good it would feel for jason. he would recall, hands wandering down the expanse of his chest to toy with his nipples, how jason definitely used leo’s handcrafted dildo once.

jason didn’t know leo knew—it was one night. jason had snuck in to that section of the bunker while leo was enveloped in a particularly loud project, and…tried out the toy. he had managed nico’s size, and while leo didn’t have a setting for his own size on there, by sight jason knew he was a bit bigger. he managed to take what felt like both of them, in and out only a few times before coming hard, whimpering into his hand. he cleaned up quick after that, though he still couldn’t hide the inherent smell of sex from leo—the son of hephaestus was a bit of a pervert, and he could sense his suspicions like a bloodhound. jason did get away with just claiming to jack off, though. this earned him leo offering to ride him for round two, which jason definitely agreed to.

nico, on the other hand, would be less about teasing and more about telling it how it is. he doesn’t talk nearly as much as leo, though what he has to say has jason whining and begging for more. he would tell jason, his voice low, that he was so pretty when he spread his legs like a whore for them. (that should have embarrassed jason enough to clamp his legs shut, but gods, it did the opposite). he would tell jason, combing his hair back with cool, nimble fingers, that he knew he could take both of them, that he was strong and made for it.

the pair repeat the sentiment as they flip him over, face pressed to the mattress, and prep him with the toy. he was made to take them like this, to unwind and let them use him. there’s an underlying gentleness to their behavior, too. there’s teasing, praise, degradation and touches of all kinds—but jason can feel the love underneath it all. especially when leo lifts his head up by his hair and cups his cheek. he tells jason that he really does have a nice ass, and leo wants to eat him out sometime. this causes jason to whimper, his cock twitching as a bit of precum leaks, and nico snaps at leo for teasing jason too much.

when jason is finally ready, ass in the air waiting to be filled (that is his place, after all—it feels more innate than anything), leo shuffles in front of nico. he pushes in first, just to get a feel for it, his legs spread so pretty over the sides of the bed. and his breath hitches, hands splayed out across jason’s back, as he rocks his hips down, pressing further into jason. he does this a few times, teasingly slow, lamenting that he almost wishes he had jason for himself. that is, until nico pushes in right behind leo, an arm wrapped lazily around his waist, fingers tracing dangerously close to leo’s cock. leo whines softly as nico presses hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses to leo’s neck—the sound pales in comparison, though, to the obscene sound of excess lube as the pair slide in and out of jason’s entrance.

jason keens at the feeling, so new and overwhelming in the best way. he rolls his hips back almost immediately, sweat beading across his forehead as he pants against the mattress. he paws and grips the sheets, murmuring incoherent things that could be dirty talk or pet names, leo and nico aren’t sure. nico simply leans up and rubs jason’s hips, telling him not to worry about a thing—they were gonna take care of him, and fill him like nothing and no one ever could.

leo wants to go faster immediately—he rolls his hips, chasing the feeling of jason tight around him as well as nico’s cock against his own. there was something about the way his cock brushed against the head of nico’s in their messy, mismatched pace—the texture was unlike any sex toy leo could make, and it made his eyes roll back with need.

nico would insist leo slow down, though—enjoy the feeling, allow things to build, tease jason. leo likes the idea of teasing jason, though not at his own expense. it takes nico gripping leo’s hips enough to bruise, teeth nipping warningly at the sensitive crook of his neck, for leo to reluctantly slow down.

regardless, it doesn’t take long for jason to be close. he curses, whines, sobs against the sheets for nico and leo to go faster, to use him as they pleased. soon enough, even the reserved son of hades couldn’t help but fuck into him roughly, hands grasping leo’s hips to hold him steady, to anchor him with his incoming high.

jason is the first one to come, leo and nico make sure of that. his needy whines are an octave higher than usual, his hips rolling back to take them long after his high faded. leo comes shortly after, overwhelmed by jason’s tightness, nico’s cock against his own, and his greedy touch. nico comes last, burying his face in between leo’s shoulder blades as he muffles pants and moans.

in the aftercare, they take a bath together in the spacious, three person bath leo created. leo and nico are sure to shower jason with praise, to which he gets flustered and shares that everything was perfect—just what he imagined for the longest time.

#valdangelace #valdangelo #jasico #valgrace #leo valdez #jason grace #nico di angelo #pjo #tw smut #asks

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faust-the-enjoyer · 10 months ago

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Anonymous asked: Hellooo this is a sfw request I hope that's okayyy! Can you do a hurt/comfort fic about how female reader used to be in an unhealthy relationship? And now, being in a healthy one with Leon, she's not used to it. So she usually thinks she has to serve him and do all the housework or she'll be in trouble, but he just gives her love and reassurance 🥺

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Warnings/tags: fem!reader, sfw, mentions of past toxic/abusive relationship, Leon is RE4 remake coded, hurt/comfort, use of pet names/terms of endearment.

-Divider by (saradika-graphics)!

It's always been this way, ever since you were with him, it was you who was expected to do the housework. Always you, it never mattered if you were tired or upset, he'd find a way to make you feel bad, guilty, hell, sometimes he'd even make you afraid, and even cause problems on purpose, all just to make you do the housework so his lazy ass could sit all day long and never lift a finger.

Well, thankfully the relationship was broken off, and later, you got with Leon. A gentleman. An absolute sweetheart. A couple of months into being with you, he'd start to notice some of the things that you do. You had just started living with him for a couple of months, and that's when he noticed it happening.

At first, you'd do a couple of chores around the house, cooking, since you think your cooking is much better than his, doing your own laundry, which then turned into you doing his laundry as well, and even changing the bed sheets every once and a while, among other things. You felt as if there was almost an obligation on you to do these things, to take care of the house and let him rest while you do so, but it didn't go unnoticed by him, and in the many times he insisted on doing certain chores, you ended up doing them before he did anyway, because you felt as though that was the right thing to do.

One night in the laundry room, you were getting ready to take the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer, but to your surprise, he came into the room and stopped you.

"Sweetheart, could we just talk for a moment? Here, gimme the basket.", it's quite obvious he's a little concerned about something. As you give him the basket and watch him hold it with one arm, you lean against the washing machine, "What is it baby? You alright?", you ask him as you start rubbing your hand up and down his free arm. He lets out a sigh then speaks, "I'm fine, but...I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now, I just wanna know, why do you keep doing all of this?", he points to the basket in his hands and the washer and dryer, then continues talking, "You do almost all the housework, even when I have the energy to do it and I tell you that I'll do it, you do everything in this house, even when you're exhausted...why?".

You're staggered. You never thought he'd have any issues with your behaviour, or even find it odd or strange, you thought he'd like it, appreciate it, you thought he'd be happy with you...he certainly never showed any signs of being upset with you whenever you didn't do these chores, or even when he did some with you at the beginning of when you two started living together. It was like second nature to you; cook this, clean this, scrub this, wash this, or else he'll be angry at you. He?

This is not your ex. He's not him.

"I just....", you trail off, tears slowly starting to form in your eyes as you look at him. Upon seeing your expression, he immediately puts the laundry basket up on the dryer, and he brings you in for a tight hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck while rubbing your back. "Shh...I'm not angry at you, I'm not upset with you sweetheart, I just wanna know why...", his tone is gentle, comforting even, as he lets you cry it out a little. You lift your head up to look at him as he wipes your tears away, "I just want to make you happy...I thought it would make you happy...", you sniffle, and he puts his hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. "Why? I never asked you to do all the housework, you're not getting paid for this you know, you're not a house cleaner that I hired...".

He smiles at you let a small laugh out at what he said, "I...it used to make my ex pretty happy you know...I'd...usually get in trouble if I didn't stuff like cooking and cleaning, he'd cause a lot of issues,", his face slightly twists in anger, "I....I thought you'd feel the same way he-...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...", you look away in embarrassment, it wasn't your fault that you'd thought that, but you still felt like it was. He puts his thumb on your chin and lifts your face up for him to look at, "I'm not angry at you, I know it's tough, and I can't imagine what you went through being with that piece of shit...but I won't ever get angry at you for not doing housework,", he lets out a sigh, "We live in this house together, and I love taking care of our home just as much as you do, I know it makes you happy doing some of the chores, but I wanna do them with you, I don't want our house and our relationship to feel like a burden on you...alright sweetheart? I'm already happy with you.", he gives you a small warm smile as his tired eyes soften, and you nod, burying your face into his neck again as he kisses your forehead.

These days, he does the chores alongside you, as he washes the dishes, you dry them, as you vacuum, he wipes the windows, as you change the sheets, he makes the bed, and now, you cook together. He took the weight of tiring chores and fear off of your shoulders, and offered you nothing but love, respect, and comfort.

#faust speaks #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy

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novankenn · 3 months ago

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Tenuous Partnership (8)

Ozpin met Peter at the elevator, and the pair of men enjoyed a quiet ride from reception up to the Headmaster's office. Once in his office Ozpin moved to take a seat behind his desk, while Peter walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a decanter of amber liquid and couple of clear crystal tumblers.

"One finger or two?" Peter asked as he pulled the stopper on the decanter.

"Two, please." Ozpin said nothing further until after Peter had finished, and then handed him his drink. "Something is troubling you, or at least causing you some serious concerns to be speaking ot me this late over a drink."

"You could say that." Peter commented, taking a sip from his drink before continuing, "Were you aware of Glynda's plan to take Jaune into the northern section of the Emerald Forest?"

"I was." Ozpin took a sip of his own drink, "Did something happen? Are they okay?"

"Yes, they are both uninjured though currently they are suffering the torpor." Peter answered.

"What happened?"

"They ended up facing off against an amalgamated pack of beowulf with twin Alphas. They defeated the pack and the alphas but it required them to both use petrification."

"I see. That's a relief... wait, both?"

"Yes. Both."

"Jaune's gaze causes temporary paralysis, not petrification." Ozpin spoke setting his glass down on his desk. "What is going on? He's too young... much too young."

"My thoughts exactly, but Glynda examined his eyes." Peter took another sip. "The lad shows the indicators for both types of gazes."

"I see." Ozpin sat back in his chair, clasping his hands before him. "That is... unusual, correct?"

"In my experience with the ferals, it is unheard of, but I am less knowledgeable of the possibilities with in the civilized populations." Peter took another sip, "Be that as it may. Possible or not, it is true. The poor lad was completely wiped and in full torpor before we even reached Beacon."

"And Glynda?"

"She succumbed after reaching her chair." Peter replied, "They are both safe, and comfortable. After we are done here I plan to drop with some food for them."

"The Glynda Special I assume."

"Of course." Peter started to lift his glass to take another sip but stopped mid motion. "I'm worried my boy. Really worried."

"About what?"

"The lad, being here, and potentially being included with the first years. I don't think he or they are ready." Peter downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp. "And this is nothing against the poor boy. He's a good one, I know, but he's still coming into his abilities..."

"We can't have him living in the basement any longer."

"I am not suggesting that, and I think that was a stupid idea to begin with!"

"It was the suggestion from his mother and Glynda."

"Yeah, well just because Glynda is one, and Jasmine Arc gave birth to one, doesn't mean they no all the best methods for raising one."

"There's more." Ozpin shifted his body forward, and planted his elbows on the surface of his desk. "This is about Nikos. You're concerned about her and Jaune crossing paths."

"I am lad. I am." Peter looked at his empty glass, and chose not to refill it. "She's a good one. Talented, driven, but a little too eager..."

"That is something you can help with, correct?"

"Oh yes, and I will be, but... until such time as I've curbed that reckless urge to act before thinking, it will be a risk to have them around each other."

"Well Jaune has proven adept at concealing his nature, much like Glynda."

"It only takes one small slip up. The tiniest of mistakes for tragedy to happen." Peter looked directly at Ozpin, his tumbler held in his lap between his large hands. "You know that better than any of us."

"I do." Ozpin agreed, "But Jaune needs the guidance of his Aunt, so I'm not..."

"Keep him out of the Huntsmen and Huntress Curriculum."

"Now why..."

"It would limit the chances of him and Nikos crossing paths. It would prevent a potential disaster."

"I can consider it, but Peter you need to give me something more than vague..."

"I can guarantee if Pyrrha discovers Jaune's true identity prior to me tempering her, she will try and probably kill him, and if that was to happen..."

"Glynda would go berserk."

"There is no doubt about it, she would. You might as well consider her on par with Jaune's mother considering the closeness of her and her nephew." Peter stood and made his way back to the cabinet to pour another drink. "But Glynda's reaction isn't the only one we need to fear."

"The Arcs..."

"Yes... them, the Nikos family and myself."

"You?"

"Yes, me." Peter threw back his drink and poured another. "You know what I would have to do if everything fell to shite. I would have to put down Glynda, and possibly other members of the Arc clan... you do know that one is a succubus... and two others are lamia."

"I am aware, but don't..."

"I don't like leaving things to chance, Oz. You know this. Better safe tan sorry, and if we don't consider all sides of this situation, we will end up sorry." Peter slammed back another drink, before setting his glass down. "Maybe these are the worries of an old man, and I hope, no I pray they are... but we have to be ready."

"I'm open to hear suggestions."

"My suggestion is having a sit down with you, Glynda, Jaune, and myself. We look at the worse case possibilities and plan how to prevent or mitigate them."

"And if I choose to allow Jaune to stay in the Huntsmen program?"

"That is your choice, and right as headmaster to do my lad. I just need you to understand the potential risks."

==> One <==> Two <==> Three <==> Four <== ==> Five <==> Six <==> Seven <==

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #headmaster ozpin #utter and complete insanity #jaune is a gorgon #pyrrha is a monster hunter #glynda goodwitch #glynda & jaune are related #glynda is also a gorgon #peter port

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loveackermannn · 2 years ago

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☰ FOREVER AND EVER. –.ೃ࿐ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧. – (! mentions of post-war from s4 ! also i recommend listening to this song when reading ! or any of the songs by that artist, it really does fit this drabble a lot and i wrote it to that song ! very soft and mundane. okay that is all, i hope you enjoy < 3)

i want to take care of post-war levi so bad..

he deserves it after all he's been through, showered with lots of love and kisses, pampered on his bad days, cooked for when he comes back home from a long day at the tea shop.

but deep inside, he feels as though he shouldn't be treated this way. he's afraid of the burden he's caused you to deal with such a broken and unfixable man like him – but you're not going anywhere and you've made that very clear.

"it'll only be trouble for you. please don't," he says softly as you continue to change the bandages around his healing leg. it had been months since the war ended, yet the recovery process has taken much longer than he expected. now, here you were, on your hands and knees, discarding of bloodied gauze when you should be out there living freely like you've always wanted.

but the truth of the matter, is that this is where you wanted to be, for the rest of your days.

"it's not at all, my love. stop talking like that," you gently scold with no malice and levi could only clutch tightly onto his hand – the one that reminded him of what he once lost. this was quite the habit he's picked up and everytime your eyes glanced down to his lap, you wasted no time in placing your own palm over his. soon enough, you could feel the tension escape from his grip, relaxing the moment your skin touched his.

he was so physically deprived that he had begun to forget what it felt like to actually feel wanted and needed. and not the kind of want and need where he had to kill for an end goal – to be wanted and needed by you was all he cared about. he loved it, indulged in it even.

though, a part of him refused to be granted such love and care from one person, let alone by you.

"i can't help it. you don't have to be with me, you know that right?" just as you always have done, your hand met the tops of his hands, soothing his worries with just a simple touch. your thumb drew messy patterns across his scars and callouses – never hurried.

"but i want to. this is no obligation for me, you're stuck with me for a really long time. i hope you're okay with that."

guess there's no stopping you there.

you hear him inhale slowly, as if readying himself to speak again, "but we won't do many things that other couples get to do. we'll be confined to this shitty cottage for a while.."

"that's okay with me. i'd rather be here with you than anywhere else."

"but you wanted to travel. you always talked abou-"

"that can wait. trust me, we have all the time in world to do all of that. the world will still be here, even when we're grown and wrinkly," you chuckle as you flick your finger against the point of his nose.

he didn't hold back his snort at you gesture to lighten the gloom on his face – you always knew what to say.

"yeah, i'll be all old and stuck in my chair. you'll have to wipe my ass when i can't do it anymore," he says flatly, but amusement was evident in the hues of his eyes and on his face. he really did love seeing you smile at his dumb, silly jokes.

"of course, i'll do that for you," you rest your cheek on the plush of his thigh and you feel his hand come up to meet the back of your head.

"i was joking."

"well, i wasn't"

"that's digusting, come here," without effort, he lifts you in his arms and planting you onto his lap – and you were quick to want to squirm off, but he didn't let you go anywhere.

"levi! i wasn't done changing your bandages," you frown as your efforts deemed useless in his secure hold. you couldn't resist anymore and you mentally noted that he didn't hiss out of pain like he used to.

"that can wait. it doesn't hurt as much, you're fine," he says while burying his scarred face in the crook of your neck. small breaths exhaled onto your soft skin and you didn't stop yourself from threading your fingers through the raven locks of his hair.

"i just want this to last a little longer."

#chaloveslevi #shitrambles #levi ackerman #levi scenarios #captain levi #levi headcanons #levi heichou #levi ackerman x reader #snk imagines #aot levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman fluff #i just love doting on my beloved #it hurts seeing him in pain #i want to give him the world and stars

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padfootagain · 1 year ago

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A Sweet Reminder

Hello !! Today is Ben’s birthday! To celebrate, here is an adorable little drabble! Only cuteness! It’s just a small silly drabble really.

Hope you like it! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: an awful lot of cuteness

Summary: Ben is so busy these days, and his new role is so demanding, that he completely forgets that it's his birthday! Lucky for him, you're here to remind him.

Word Count: 1738

Ben Barnes' Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Sometimes Ben kind of hates his job.

Or well, that’s not true, actually. He hates the after-effects of his job. The exhaustion, the long hours, the never-ending preparation, the struggles to wear his own skin after being a character for so long…

This new project is asking too much of him, and he is well aware of it. He knows that he’s working too much, and that it is impacting you as well. And of all the troubles caused by his job, the disappointment in your voice as he calls you at night to tell you not to wait for him is probably the worst.

He’s running a marathon with this project, Ben can only hope it will be worth the sacrifices he’s making along the way.

Today though, it’s Sunday, he can finally rest and sleep in, with you by his side in the comfortable bed and warm blanket. In LA, it’s sunny and warm, August bringing perhaps a sun that tends to burn too brightly. Ben has just awakened, and he’s already silently planning his day. He doesn’t have much free time during his week, he is forced to be organized, even when he means to be resting.

First a run, a shower, then breakfast with you. He’ll learn his lines for the rest of his morning, so he can spend the rest of his day with you. You had mentioned a movie you wanted to watch, perhaps you can go to the cinema during the afternoon, it is too hot outside anyway to take a long walk. He’ll have to wake up before dawn tomorrow, he needs to go to bed early, you can’t go to the movies tonight either. A quiet evening sounds better.

Nothing fancy, nothing special. Just spending time with you, holding your hand in the dark theatre, chatting while you eat together, cuddling in bed before falling asleep… he’s got a smile on his face at the mere thought.

He knows that he’s been quieter than usual these days, a little detached, even. His character has a tendency to cling to his skin more than usual, he is aware that you’re making efforts to bring Ben back every evening. He’s aware it’s putting an extra burden on your relationship. He decides to drop by the flower shop that’s two streets away from your apartment on his way back from his run.

At last, he lifts up his eyelids, rubs the remnants of sleep out of his eyes, and sits up, cautious not to rock the bed too much. But his precautions are useless, you’re already awake.

“What time is it?” you ask him, voice gravelled by sleep.

“Five past eight,” Ben answers, bending over the mattress to press his lips to your naked shoulder. “You can go back to sleep, I’ll head for a run.”

“Even today?”

He lets out an amused chuckle.

“I almost always run on Sunday mornings, silly. You really aren’t properly awake yet, are you?”

Before you can answer, Ben has stood up and exited the room, aiming for the bathroom to get ready.

You frown hard, but are too tired to hold him back.

Of course, you know he usually runs on Sunday mornings. But well, it’s his birthday, after all… you thought he would skip this habit this week and enjoy a lazy morning with you…

But then again, it is his birthday, he can do as he pleases…

As Ben steps into the living room, heading for a well-deserved shower after his run, you know there is something wrong with him.

You have both agreed that you longed for a little bit of quiet for his birthday. You have planned on a lazy day with him, and then a proper celebration with his friends on the following Friday night. Still, Ben is usually excited by his birthday, but this year, he seems completely unphased by it.

You are even more surprised when he turns to you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

He has an apologetic smile on his lips as he bends down a little to talk to you and hand you the bouquet, as he is still standing while you sat on the couch.

“I know these past few weeks have been pretty tough for us both, and I know I’m asking quite a lot from you these days,” Ben says, looking sheepish and absolutely adorable despite the remnants of sweat covering his flushed cheeks. “So… it’s not much, but I wanted you to know that I am aware that my job is being a burden these days. Thank you, for putting up with my crazy life.”

You chuckle, touched by the kind gesture.

“It’s okay, Ben. No need to apologize for that. Thank you for the flowers though, they’re very pretty. My favourites.”

“I know. I do listen to you, you know?”

“I know. But it’s strange that I am the one receiving a gift today.”

He frowns a little at that.

“What do you mean? Is that a polite way to say I don’t buy you enough gifts?”

You laugh at that, but end up frowning quickly.

“No, I am very happy with you, that’s not the point. But today of all days…”

Ben’s frown deepens.

“What’s so special about today?”

For a second, you consider the possibility that he’s pranking you somehow. But then again, his eyes are genuine, the black in them empty of any mischievous light.

And then it dawns on you. He’s forgotten that it’s his birthday…

He doesn’t get why your expression saddens, he’s worried he’s forgotten a celebration now. But your anniversary is in April, and your birthday is most definitely not today, he knows that, so…

You’re smiling again though, the gesture tender now.

“What about you shower, and then we eat some breakfast together?”

Ben grins at that.

“That was my plan all along.”

You let him bend over to drop a kiss to your lips, and watch him disappear in the corridor before heading towards the kitchen to put your flowers in a vase.

He must be overwhelmed with work, that’s your conclusion as you stare at the delicate petals, breathe in their sweet scent. That must be the reason why Ben has forgotten that today is his birthday, that the two of you ought to be celebrating. That’s okay, though, you have a plan. If Ben has forgotten his birthday, you’ll have to remind him how special he is…

You’ve prepared an impressive breakfast. All of Ben’s favourite food in the morning, you’ve even prepared a fancy coffee for him. When his voice rings across your apartment, when it grows louder as he hurries across the flat to join you, you can’t refrain a smile at the sound. He can’t wait to be in the same room as you…

“I thought we could go to the cinema this afternoon,” he explains, and you hear him fumbling with something in the living room. “It’s gonna be a warm day, and I’m too lazy to be baked outside like a fried egg…”

“As you wish.”

Your answer is quiet, yet he can hear your smile in your tone.

When he steps into the kitchen, he whistles in admiration, raising an eyebrow.

“Wow… that’s a hell of a breakfast! Thank you, darling.”

“You’re welcome.”

You don’t have time to put down the last bowl of fruits on the table, Ben has wrapped his arms around you already.

“I’ve forgotten something important, haven’t I?”

His voice is quiet, calm, fragile as well. He’s being cautious in his choice of words, you guess he’s worried, perhaps even a little afraid.

You let out a chuckle, wrapping your arms around his frame too. He lets out a deep breath without noticing at the feeling, in the safety of your embrace. You can feel his muscles relaxing under your palms.

You look up at him with an amused smile.

“You really have no idea, do you?”

He shakes his head with a wince.

“It’s something important, right? But it’s not our anniversary, and it’s not your birthday. Did we have something planned?”

“Ben.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s the 20th of August today.”

But he’s still frowning, not connecting the dots… You laugh at him.

“When were you born again, honey?”

At long last, his frown breaks into a bright laugh, just as his cheeks become crimson.

“I forgot my own birthday,” he laughs at his own silliness.

“Happy birthday, honey!”

You go on your tiptoes to kiss his lips, and he still chuckles as you pull away.

“That explains the breakfast, thank you,” Ben bends down to kiss your temple.

“You’re welcome.”

“I can’t believe I forgot it was my birthday, I had no clue whatsoever…”

“You’re working too much.”

There’s no animosity or criticism in your voice, it’s a mere statement. And he’s grateful for it.

“I know. I’m sorry, love.”

“I’m used to it, but… I worry sometimes that you don’t rest enough.”

He nods, pulls you even closer so you can rest your head on his shoulder and he can kiss your hair.

“I’m lucky to have you,” he whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“You haven’t even finished your amazing day yet, you’ll thank me later!”

“Oh! What have you planned?” he asks, and you can feel he’s smiling again.

“Well, breakfast, obviously. Then, we have a table booked for lunch. Afternoon is free, so if you want to go to the cinema, we can do that. And then we can have a quiet evening here.”

“What about my gift?”

“You can have one now if you want.”

“One? Does that mean there’s another?”

You look up at him again, mischief painted over your features, and you bite your lip as you nod.

“But you can’t open it before tonight.”

He raises an eyebrow, narrows his eyes a little. The ghost of a smile is already appearing on his lips.

“Oh… why’s that? Is it not ready yet?”

“I mean… yes and no. You’ll have to wait for tonight. I’ve prepared a very nice surprise for you.”

“Does it involve you?”

“Yes.”

“And me, obviously…”

“Yes.”

“And a bedroom?”

“Maybe…”

His cheeks have reddened again, still, his voice is husky when he speaks again.

“Oh… I can’t wait to be tonight then, my love. It sounds like I’m going to be a very happy birthday boy indeed…”

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txtniipped · 5 months ago

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blue light therapy

persona 5 – ryuji/akira, ryuji & mishima

general (2742 words)

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Ryuji pulls up chairs to the tv while Akira gets the disk into the player. Curtains get shut, shoes get kicked off, and the two boys land themselves into their respective chairs. "Ready?" Akira asks, his eyes peeking at Ryuji over the top of his glasses. Ryuji grins loosely at his friend as he tosses his arm over the back of his chair. "You know it." Akira grins back, and starts the movie.

“Yo, Mishima–" Ryuji hollers across the aisle of the video store, causing multiple people to look his way, including his intended target. "Have ya seen this one?”

“You really don’t need to be so loud,” Mishima nearly hisses at Ryuji as he steps over from the opposite side of the aisle.

"Didn't realize we're in a library."

Mishima huffs slightly in response, but does lift his hand to grab the cover of the movie Ryuji's holding to take a look at it–some sort of action movie Ryuji's never heard of. "Oh, this is a really good one!" Mishima looks up at him, his enthusiasm palpable. His eyes are practically shining as he speaks. "It's about this kid who got himself in trouble with this crime boss and has been trying to work his debt off for years and years. He finally pays it off at the same time he finds a girl he really likes, but he ends up having to–."

"Hey, hey," Ryuji interrupts, pulling the movie back from Mishima's grip. "Don't need the whole thing explained to me, man." He gives Mishima a little smile–the guy can be kinda sensitive about his enthusiasm. Ryuji does his best to avoid putting him out. "You said it's good?"

Mishima returns the smile with his own. It's a little shy, but it's a smile regardless. "Yeah. It's a little cheesy, but it's a good kind of cheesy, you know?" Ryuji hums, flipping the dvd over to glance at the back. "I hear ya." The synopsis seems interesting… A little more romantic sounding than Ryuji usually goes for. "...I'll keep it in mind." He puts the case back onto the shelf, genuinely taking a mental note of the title.

Between the palaces and Mementos, school work (or at least the attempt of), and general Thieves activities, Ryuji hasn't really had the time to slow down and watch a movie recently. Plus, holing up in his room and popping a dvd in by himself seems so boring.. This is definitely more of a group activity-type movie.

Who'd watch it with him though? Mishima seems obvious, since the guy clearly likes it. But he sounds like he'd just talk about fun facts the whole time. Hard pass.

Second choice is Akira, but Akira's been so busy playing leader for the whole group… He always says he's happy to make time for Ryuji, but… is just watching a movie together worth the time? Mishima says it's good, but will Akira like it? Ryuji will feel so bad if he doesn't. Such a waste of time for the guy. He's so busy! But… wouldn't hurt to ask, he guesses. If anyone isn't gonna mind hanging out and not doing much with him, it'd be Akira.

For now, Ryuji tucks his hands into his pockets, and settles himself over Mishima’s shoulder to read the summary the guy is currently reading. …Maybe Akira would like this one too.

–

"So, uh…"

It's cloudy today. Gloomy as hell, actually, but Ryuji and Akira are out walking the streets of Yongen-Jaya anyway. Mona elected to stay back at Leblanc–in case it rained, he said.

"There's this movie I saw when I was hangin' out with Mishima at the rental place the other day."

"Mhmm."

Ryuji continues: "It seemed cool. He said he's seen it an' liked it 'n' everything. I'm not the biggest movie guy on my own, but I was wonderin' if, like… you'd wanna watch it some time?" Akira does that little laugh Ryuji likes–the one where he just huffs out his nose with a smile on his face. It's cute–charming. Uhh, endearing or whatever. Yeah.

"Let's go rent it."

"Wuh–now?!"

"Yeah. I have a membership."

Oh. "Okay," Ryuji answers lamely. Akira smiles at him. Ryuji smiles back, feeling a little lighter than before.

–

Movie in hand, the duo return to Leblanc about an hour or so later. They clamber through the cafe with a brief hello to Sojiro, then pop up the stairs in record time. Morgana shoots them both a scowl from his spot on the bed, but curls right back up anyway to continue his nap.

Ryuji's a little embarrassed to admit it, but he missed doing casual hangouts with Akira. Just the two of them (kinda), doing something for the hell of it just because they feel like it. It's nice. It's comfy.

Ryuji pulls up chairs to the tv while Akira gets the disk into the player. Curtains get shut, shoes get kicked off, and the two boys land themselves into their respective chairs.

"Ready?" Akira asks, his eyes peeking at Ryuji over the top of his glasses. Ryuji grins loosely at his friend as he tosses his arm over the back of his chair.

"You know it."

Akira grins back, and starts the movie.

–

The movie itself was pretty good, but the best thing about it–or really, about that whole day–was that it jump started a movie craze between Ryuji and Akira.

Akira's a busy guy, so they unfortunately can only watch something every other week or so. It's less than Ryuji necessarily would like, but it's certainly better than their almost non-existent hangouts they had fallen into before.

Not that Ryuji was put off by the lack of his friend hanging around him for non-phantom related stuff. He gets it. Akira's a cool guy, so he's busy with other people, like, all the time. This sudden shift in his schedule where Akira always clears the one night for just Ryuji is honestly so cool of him. They've had a great track record of watching good movies too–or at the very least, ones they've enjoyed, so Ryuji never feels guilty about taking up Akira's time.

Recently, someone dumped a whole box of dvds off at the second-hand shop by Leblanc. The owner sold the whole thing to them for dirt cheap. There's definitely a lot of stuff they don't really care about in there, but they found several movies with this same American comedian as the star. He's actually kinda great, though some of the movies have been better than others. When Akira busts out a dvd case from his bag with the usual guy on it though, Ryuji knows they're gonna have a good time.

–

Movie nights start dwindling as winter crawls in. They get busier than ever with the Phantom Thieves' stuff, so eventually movie night stops altogether. It's... not Ryuji's favorite, but it is what it is. The bright side is they're out here making a difference in the world, and if Ryuji's gotta sacrifice his usual hangout with his best friend for a while to make it happen, then it'll be worth it.

It's a nice surprise though when suddenly, after all the drama following Sae's palace, Akira approaches him again about it.

"I miss it," Akira admits from under his grey hood. They're walking around Yongen-Jaya again, like they used to. Maybe Akira shouldn't be wandering around like this right now, but Ryuji knows how cooped up he feels stuck at Leblanc all the time.

"Let's do it then!" Ryuji grins at him, maybe a touch too wide. He's excited, and maybe a little desperate to relieve his best friend of his stress, even if it's just for a couple of hours. "We can go to my place, if you want."

Akira looks at him then, tucked under his hood. He looks tired, especially with the deep bags resting under his eyes. Regardless, the smile Akira pulls onto his face is so, so soft. Ryuji's cheeks color, but in this moment, he doesn't care. He's entirely focused on his best friend.

"I'd like that," Akira says, his tone just as soft as his smile.

"C-cool," Ryuji responds immediately, which only makes his face brighter. Akira laughs lightly, causing Ryuji to shoot a grin his way.

Akira smiles back.

–

“Sorry about it bein’ so messy.”

Dirty shirts lay on Ryuji's bed and floor, clearly tossed off without a care for where they land. A few shoe boxes rest in various spots, mostly tucked up against furniture, with a lucky box actually having both shoes resting on top. The others only have one, if at all, with the other shoe resting nearby. The latest manga Ryuji's been reading sits open on the floor, its spine most definitely creased as a sacrifice for keeping Ryuji's place. In the center of it all, Akira stands, another one of those content smiles on his face he seems to like wearing so much.

“I don’t mind.” Akira says, all low and soft and patient.

“I do!” Morgana calls as he leaps up onto the bed, stomping his little kitty paws into the comforter as he tries to find a spot to claim.

The cat decided to tag along with them, stating he had to make sure Akira got home safe afterwards. Ryuji knows it’s really because the cat wanted a change of scenery himself, but he could never call Mona out on it without starting a fight.

Ryuji rolls his eyes at Morgana as the cat finally finds a worthy spot on the bed. Akira tosses Ryuji another smile and a shrug, then pulls the dvd he's been keeping in his jacket.

It's the animated movie they had talked about watching next, the last time they did this. Something about firefighters and arsonists who end up on the same side to fight a greater evil.

A grin overtakes Ryuji's face as a warmth blossoms in his chest. Akira will always and forever be the most thoughtful guy Ryuji knows–who remembers stuff like that? Especially from so long ago.

Ryuji grabs his laptop off his nightstand. The thing's old and definitely needs to be replaced, but it does have a dvd tray, thus it gets the honor of spending its old age in Ryuji's care til the thing kicks the bucket. He sits down with it after, just right there on the floor, and boots it up as Akira pulls his jacket off, tossing it on the bed.

"Surprised that thing's still running," Akira comments as he sits himself down, taking his usual spot near the bed so he can lean against it.

Ryuji chuckles, tossing a glance towards Akira as the laptop loads. "I know. I'm hopin' it can last til after I graduate."

"If it doesn't–" Akira hands over the dvd once Ryuji motions for it– "I'm sure Futaba has a spare lying around."

Ryuji gets the movie loaded in, popping the tray back into the laptop, then sets the thing down on the floor, far enough away that they won't be kicking it, but close enough that they can both see. He pulls himself back after that, taking his spot next to his best friend there against the bed.

The movie begins to play.

–

Ryuji jumps awake as something thumps against his shoulder. He fell asleep–obvious enough by the way his shoulders and behind hurt from the bed and floor respectively–and it seems he wasn't the only one.

Akira's upper arm is pressed fully against Ryuji's, with the guy's head tossed back on the mattress. He's completely out, and his position leaves his glasses dangerously close to falling off. The position also leaves Akira's face incredibly close to Ryuji's.

The realization colors Ryuji's cheeks, causing the teen to snap his head away from Akira. Ryuji shifts, fishing out his phone from his pocket, closest to his friend. The screen lights up his face, causing Ryuji to wince from the brightness. He angles the screen away from Akira, just managing to catch a glimpse of the time despite the weird angle.

It's nearly midnight–definitely later than either of them had planned. There's no way he's sending his friend home this late. Especially not when Ryuji knows Akira's been having a rough time relaxing lately. Waking him up feels like it should be criminal.

…But sleeping sitting up like this cannot be great for your body. Ryuji sighs softly, then turns his head slightly towards his friend.

"Akira," he calls, keeping his voice quiet. He'd love to avoid the sharp wrath of the nearby cat if he can help it.

No response.

Damn.

"Akira," Ryuji calls again, a touch louder this time. Again, there's no response, so Ryuji puts his phone down and pulls his body away from Akira, fully turning towards him. He reacts in time to catch Akira from falling to the floor, though his hands landing on Akira's upper arms has the added effect of jostling the teen awake.

Akira lifts his head from its spot on the mattress to look at Ryuji, blinking slowly as he processes the situation. He locks eyes with Ryuji, then smiles that damn smug smile. Ryuji can feel his cheeks heating up in anticipation.

"They're nice, right?"

Ryuji immediately pulls his hands from Akira's arms, his face flaming as he sits back. Akira laughs all low again, the noise really rubbing salt into Ryuji's wound. How dare his brain like that noise right now.

"Movie's over," Ryuji announces, standing up. Akira yawns, pulling his glasses from his face so he can rub at his eyes.

"What time is it?"

Ryuji pulls on the drawstring overhead, clicking on the light. The whole room is bathed in a yellow hue, breaking the peace. He sees Mona curl up tighter.

"11:38ish," Ryuji answers, returning his attention to Akira.

Akira blinks up at him, then returns his glasses to his face. He pushes himself up to stand, causing Ryuji to step back a tad to give him the space.

"Well, I guess we should go then."

"What?" Ryuji immediately responds, following it with a scoff. "Dude, it's almost midnight. I'm not sending you home–the trains aren't gonna be runnin' by the time you get to 'em."

Akira blinks at Ryuji again, and it's this time Ryuji realizes it's a quirk of the guy being so sleep deprived. He's processing the situation. Probably.

"Oh."

Ryuji snorts, leaning down to close his laptop. "Yeah. So just stay here." He stands back up, looking at Akira again. "You can take my bed."

Akira looks away from Ryuji to look at the bed. Morgana lies smack in the middle of it, either very deeply asleep, or very determined to look like it. A small smile quirks up the corner of Akira's lip. Ryuji coughs into his fist, a slight blush playing on his cheeks.

"Where are you gonna sleep?" Akira returns his attention to Ryuji, once again pulling his glasses off. It's for good this time–the teen folds them up and places them on the nightstand. "The couch." "I can sleep–."

"No," Ryuji cuts Akira off. "My ma would wake you up when she leaves. An' I've slept out there before. Just take the bed, man."

Akira smiles softly at him, defeated. Ryuji's stomach does a little flip.

"Okay."

Ryuji nods, clearing his throat. "Well, I'll leave ya to it." He steps away from his friend, heading over to the door. He pauses though, turning back around as he realizes he needs sleeping clothes. And maybe Akira does too.

"Do you want some sweats?" he asks as he diverts course to his closet.

Akira pauses, then smiles once again. "Sure."

Ryuji does his best not to let any of the empty figure boxes he's just shoved into the closet come tumbling out as he opens the door. Once it seems fine, Ryuji wastes no time in locating his comfiest sweats for Akira. They're grey, with teal and white stripes lining the outside seam. Nice and plush fabric too, without being super heavy. Those get tossed over to Akira, then Ryuji grabs some old, tatty purple ones for himself. They kinda match his jacket.

"Thanks," Akira says to him once the closet door is securely closed, the teen taking a seat on the bed.

Ryuji nods again, then walks over to the door, for real this time. "I'll see you in the morning," he says as he pulls it open.

"Mhm."

Ryuji steps out, turning himself around so he can close the door. He lifts his gaze to Akira, who looks back with that soft smile curled on his face again. That smile turns into something a touch more smug after a moment. Ryuji's face colors. He's been staring.

"N-night, man."

"Night, Uji."

Ryuji closes the door, his face burning.

#pegoryu #ryuji sakamoto #akira kurusu #mishima yuuki #morgana #persona 5 #p5 #p5r #txt.fic #fanfic #writing #this is for the ryuji sakamoto reverse big bonk 2024!#it was very fun thanks for having me #ill rb this with a link to the accompanying art when it's posted

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lonely-lost-soul · 2 years ago

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Dawn of a New Day

(Future Leo x reader)

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Chapter II: Double Trouble

Leo hadn’t slept that well in years, a nice warm bed with clean, fresh-smelling sheets he almost didn’t want to leave. But decades of being hyper-vigilant to noises of the Krang made him wake up just as the sun was beginning to peak through the blinds. Leo took a deep breath snuggling his face into the sheets, the bee plush pressed tight against his plastron. There was the soft clattering of what sounded like pots from next door, and the sound of the shower running above him both sounds caused him to stir even more awake. Eventually, he sat up allowing the sheets to fall around his body as his thoughts caught up to his muddled brain. Leo’s tongue felt dry and vaguely remembered you or Nana saying something about serving breakfast since he has no food and no money and can’t remember the streets of New York like he once did as a kid. He made his way over to the drawers noting fresh clothes that smelled faintly of rose and cedar, so unlike the stench of mud and blood that clung to him like glue in the apocalypse. He paused for a moment looking around the room before lifting up his arm and sniffing it, he made a face of disgust deciding instead to head to the bathroom first. His heart thrumming excitedly in his veins at the prospect of a warm shower, he made his way over to the shower sluggishly stretching his arm in the air and hearing it pop satisfyingly. He slipped off the pajama pants you had supplied him with and fumbled for a few moments with the shower, trying to figure out how to make the damn thing work. It seemed the first try was unsuccessful because water sprayed all over the top of his head. Leo let out a grunt and a string of curses jumping away from the spray of icy water that now trailed down his face and neck.

“Fucking son of a…” He grumbled rubbing the top of his shell slowly waiting for the water to warm, he didn’t step back in until the air in the bathroom was filled with steam. He moaned feeling the hot water on his skin, soothing his aching bones almost like magic. The decades worth of caked-up dust and grime slid down his body and down the drain in a dark brown swirl, the soap on his skin helped get off anything that was particularly stuck on his body. He felt like a new mutant, well as new as an amputee thrown into the past can be at least, he let the water drip from his body as he stepped out into the steam. A loud, albeit broken, churr came from his throat as he wrapped a towel around his waist he almost screamed when he opened the door to see you standing there with a pile of clothes in your hands. “Fancy seeing you here-” He sputtered blood rushing up into his cheeks as he not so casually leaned against the doorway with his good arm. Praying the towel did not fall from his hips, he was calm, cool, and collected. The face man, the flirt, the ladies man and man’s man that was Leo- oh god you were just staring at him with rosy cheeks say something, please-

“Ah sorry,” You let out a soft squeak pulling the clothes tightly to your chest, “Nana couldn’t remember if she filled the drawers and wanted me to deliver some clothes- I was gonna just leave them outside the door.”

“It’s alright pumpkin.” Leo laughed breathlessly, you were just as flustered as he was, “Hand ‘em over.” He held out his hand and you placed the clothing in his palm, your dainty hands brushing against his own. It was soft, softer than anything he’s felt in a while, what that man wouldn’t give to have that hand- N-KNEE-WAY-HEY. He smiled down at you softly and the towel unceremoniously fell down around his hips, not that anything had dropped for you to see but you made a choking sound and covered your eyes reflexively. “S-shit sorry!”

“It’s okay! I-”

“Breakfast is downstairs when you’re ready! Sososo sorry!” You sputtered shyly smashing your face once into the hardwood siding of the doorframe, he winced sucking in a breath through his teeth before watching you stumble out of the room. Not the best first impression this morning but also not the worst he’s ever had either,

“Shit Leo, snap out of it. She’s just an attractive young woman you’ve dealt with many of them before.” Leonardo looked down at the clothes in his hand, a cobalt blue flannel and a pair of what looked to be comfy grey sweatpants. He brought the shirt up to his nose briefly smelling the same laundry scent as before but ever so subtly mixed with the very distinct scent of you. He groaned inwardly and could practically feel Donnie leaning over his shoulder clicking his tongue in distaste,

“Really? Scoff has ladies' man Leon really lost his touch this much? This is what get’s you going old man? Vanilla smells and a nice pair of-”

“Alright enough.” He slapped his cheeks while shaking his head, ridding himself of the voice of his late brother before slipping on the casual clothes you had given him. They fit nicely and he briefly wondered how you knew his size since he was so much bigger compared to his younger self. He tied off one sleeve in a nice knot where his arm was nothing but a stub in order for it to not get in the way of any of his duties for the day. Leo took a few steps towards the door freezing momentarily to glance at his katanas, his tongue felt dry in his mouth as his fingers twitched hesitantly. Realistically, he knew he could leave them, what kind of danger would there be in a kitchen where yokai children and their parents ate…He strapped his swords to the back of his shell.

The complex was much more lively than he would’ve expected in the mornings, two kids ran past him almost tripping over one another.

“Iris! Aether! Be careful!” A sheep yokai called from next door, stress evident in her green eyes but even still she gave Leo a friendly wave. He let out a soft laugh at the children's antics before sending her a wave back, “Just moved in?”

“Er…Yeah. Leo.” He pointed to himself dumbly,

“Addie,” She smiled warmly and Leo swallowed thickly, his heart wanted to trust her but his head told him logically no one was trustworthy everyone, even nice sheep ladies, had an objective. “Sorry about the kids. They get excited in the mornings, especially ‘round breakfast, if they bother you don’t hesitate to let me know.” Leo noticed the lack of a ring on her finger but didn’t push the issue further,

“Nah. They’re fine, my brothers and I were much worse as kids. I’ll deal,” He winked over at her and she flushed a little the fur on her cheeks poofing rather cutely. “They’re cute though, yours?” Leo motioned for her to follow him down to breakfast, she smoothed out her long skirt, before following the turtle mutant.

“Yes,” She nodded and the lack of explanation did not go unnoticed, he briefly remember you or maybe Nana telling him that everyone here had their own story. He remembers Splinter telling him trust, for many people, needs to be earned and it’s something not so freely given. He hoped one day she’d be able to share his story with him and he’d share him in return. However, the thought of sharing his story still made his stomach churn unpleasantly “Iris is seventeen now and Aether is about to turn twelve in the fall.” The sheep hummed and Leo noticed how much her eyes softened, “You moved in last night? I remember Nana mentioning another guest?”

“Ah yeah.” Leo mused, “that’s me. Trying to get to know anyone who’ll let me know them,”

“You’re always welcome in my home. If you need anything just ask, I’m sure Aether would love to talk your ear off about your katanas. Little troublemaker.” Addie laughed and placed a soft hand on his arm, her skin was warm to the touch and Leo almost melted. Was every older woman here a certified mother figure? Or was it just the ones he’s talked to? “Oh, dear…” Addie tutted softly quickly making her way into the kitchen, “Darling please they know how to get their own food at this point.”

“It’s okay Adelaide.” He heard your laugh, he flushed hearing it walking into the kitchen quietly to go unnoticed momentarily. You were surrounded by kids of all ages pawing at your pants eager to get at the breakfast you were keeping from them. “It’s not a problem, I love to cook for you all you know that.” Leo watched as Addie let out a huff in response,

“You may love to cook but you work too hard for us. At least let me help,”

“Okay, okay,” You relented handing the plate of muffins into Addie’s hands who seemed to corral the kids with the grace that only a mother had. His heart ached momentarily thinking about Cass and Casey, hoping that they were able to reconnect in this timeline.

“Hey space cadet,” He blinked seeing you peering up at him with a cheeky smile, “special breakfast for you in the back. C’mon.” You motioned for him to follow,

“You didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to. When’s the last time you’ve had a proper breakfast.”

Leo was silent, clicking his tongue reluctantly giving into your look, “A while.”

“Thought so. Hope you like breakfast pizza.”

BAM! CUE THE HEARTS! CUE THE ARROW! SHOT THROUGH THE HEART! SWOON!

“Love it-” His voice cracked embarrassingly, “You made it?”

“Hmhm. I mean Nana had the dough and I improvised everything else. Oh wow,” He heard you laugh no doubt at how fast he was digging into the food as soon as it was in his line of sight. Okay. Now he could die happy. This was the best pizza he’s ever tasted, he was only somewhat aware of the cheese dripping out of his mouth. If this was a death-induced dream he didn’t want to wake up, he made a sound eyes blowing wide seeing you sitting on the table next to him a napkin in your hand. He put the pizza down, swallowing what was in his mouth before taking the napkin from you and brushing his fingers against your own. A zap of electricity was sent along his fingers through his body and down his spine, his pupils grew three sizes as you stared at him with a shy smile. “Good?”

“Hmhm-”

Nice one Leo. Real smooth.

He watched you open your mouth to say something else when a loud shriek was heard from the other room. Both of you stood up tensely, Leo’s hand was on his katana and unsheathed it in one swift motion, eyes pure white. His body was in front of yours in an instant as the door burst open,

“(Y/n)! Dearest Darling! Nana told me you’d be in here!- ough boy-”

Leo blinked, in front of him was his teenage self acting all prideful and cocky, desperate for your attention like the teenager he was. Living life like he’s never done a thing wrong, this life was the one his future self wished for so desperately as he stared down death in the apocalypse. Was this Leo even grateful for the life he was living now? Or does he waste it even still? His jaw clenched as the boy’s body went completely slack holding up a hand and open-mouthed staring,

“You’re me!”

“Eloquently said,” Leo grumbled and he watched you look back and forth between the two of them, “Er. Mind getting the door Pumpkin,”

“Pumpkin-” Younger him sputtered entire face a deep scarlet as he watched you walk past nervously twiddling with your hands. “Wait hold on!” His younger self grabbed your shoulders and turned you to face him, “When did THIS,” He motioned to his older self, “HAPPEN!”

“Um, last night?”

“And you didn’t call?” Leonardo groaned slumping against your body with dramatic flare, “this is life-changing stuff!”

“He needed to get settled ‘Nardo! Nana said-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, Nana’s always right.” You shot his younger self a look that was scalding and he wilted, Leo would also wilt if that glare was directed at him. “What’re you smirking at!” His younger self shouted at him,

“Just watching you fumble your way around talking to her.”

“Why you-”

“Boys.” You scolded, “Get along. Leo, you said Casey was coming with you today right?”

Leo’s heart jumped in his chest, “like Casey Junior or Cassandra?”

You gave him a heart-melting smile, voice, and tone, “Casey. We called him last night.”

Angel. You were a pure angel.

“Is that why he was sobbing so loud on the phone? We couldn’t get the kid to stop.”

Devil. His younger self was Satan reincarnated. Was he really this annoying?

“Leo…” You trailed off softly huffing at the kid, “you just ditched him?”

“I figured he needed time!” He argued eyes darting to his older self only to see his fingers twitch at his side, “I made him mad…” Leo stage whispered in your direction,

“No shit.” You snapped slapping the back of Leo’s head, “Um Leo?” You tried glancing over at the future him. “Can I call-”

“Leon. I’ll go by Leon.” He smiled gently at you, “So it’s less confusing.” You looked relieved,

“Leon alright, let’s not kill one another here okay?” You walked over to Leon and placed a hand on his bicep gently, “I don’t even wanna know what that’ll do to the timeline or whatever’s left of it.”

“Don’t worry I can handle myself.” Leon hummed softly, and Leo sent him a glare,

“Well so can I!” He argued grabbing your arm from the other side, “I bet I can handle myself way more than his idiota.”

“Seu espanhol parece uma merda, filho da puta.” Leon smirked sticking out his tongue, “fique na sua faixa garoto .” Leon could tell you were barely following if at all and Leo gasped in horror red rushing into his cheeks, not from embarrassment but from anger.

“I’m not a kid!”

“You are actually, hold old are you seventeen?”

“Nineteen actually!” Leo snapped back voice breaking, eyes shifting over to you, oh hell no. Considering he felt way too old to date you Leo was way too young and WAY too immature he would know, “N-not that it matters.” From behind them, the door slammed open once more, and standing in the doorway was a heavy-breathing, bleary-eyed Casey Junior and Leon let go of your arm. He stumbled forward a few steps vaguely aware that you and Leo were mumbling behind him, his arm reached open a crooked smile spreading across his face.

“Hey, kid.” He choked wetly,

“Sensei!” Casey hollered running into Leon’s arms, throwing his hands around his neck, and began sobbing loudly. Leo squeezed him tight with his good arm, he looked older hair was a little longer but less choppy. Casey had clearly grown a few inches and the clothes he was in were fresh and unsoiled by the apocalypse, “I did it. I stopped it, I stopped everything.”

“I know. And I’m so proud of you Casey.”

Another choked sob spilled from Casey’s throat, “how are you here?” He hiccuped against his chest,

“I don’t know. I think Mikey played a part in it, I don’t fucking know but I’m happy to be here.” Leo soothed Casey softly his fingers bunching up his shirt, “You being fed? Do you have a proper shelter? Are you being protected okay?”

He laughed pulling away while rubbing his eyes, “I don’t need to be protected Sensei, I’m not a kid anymore. But yes, I have a family and a home, not just with you and your brothers but April’s family took me in.”

“Thank fucking god.”

“Hey!” Leo shouted, “what’s that supposed to mean!”

“It means when I was your age I could barely keep a plant alive let alone a kid.”

“Oh shut up old man!”

“Make me, squirt.”

“Oh- hoho- is that a challenge I smell?” Leo pulled out his katanas imbuing them with mystic energy, “With one hand you really think you could beat the ninja master Leonardo?”

“Easily.” Leon spun the katana around in his hand with a hum sending a wink your way, which caused you to flush. Leo didn’t seem to like that very much and called your name to regain your attention,

“Watch me kick his old man's ass.”

“Are you really going to let them duke it out in the dining hall?” Casey murmured rubbing his eyes and standing beside you,

“You know how they get. Once Leo sets his mind to something nothing’s going to be able to change his mind.” You responded handing Casey a tissue which he took gratefully,

“Leon!”

“Hm?”

“Try not to break anything!”

“Whatever you say Pumpkin!”

“Stop calling her that!” The two ninjas' katana clashed together, sparks of blue lightning bouncing in every direction Leon had a rather feral look in his eyes and a grin that split across his face.

“Why?” Leon’s voice was low and teasing, “jealous?” Leo let out a frustrated growl before stepping back a few paces and lunging at his future self. Leon dropped low into a split causing Leo to make a distressed sound stumbling into the rough landing. He made quick work of sweeping his feet and knocking Leo flat on his ass before he could fully regain his balance. Your jaw dropped and Casey let out a loud cheer,

“Who’s side are you on Case!” Leo groaned standing back up onto his feet,

“Whoever’s winning.”

“What the fu-OUGH.” Leo groaned attempting to stand as his body was then kicked into the nearby wall, his future self flipped and effectively pinned Leo to the wall. He leaned close much to Leo’s utter dismay,

“I know you think you know everything, or that you’re the hero because you did what I couldn’t but you’re wrong.” Leon spoke lowly katana just barely pressing Leo’s pulse point, Leo audibly swallowed pupils shrinking, “She’s way too old for you and too good for either of us, so stop trying.”

“You just want her for yourself!”

“Maybe partly, like you said we never say no to a challenge.”

“You bastard.”

“Now what does all this say about you hm?”

“That I have a thing for older women so what?” He shot back trying to keep his voice down cheeks blood red. “I mean have we seen who we’re talking about here?”

“I have and you need to keep it in your pants lest you fuck up big time amigo.” Leon stepped away and sheathed his katana back in its place with a hum, “I win.” Both Casey and you began to clap for him and Leon did a deep bow waving his hand as if to ask for more praise from the two of you.

“Nice job Sensei!” Casey hummed pleasantly and Leon sent him a thumbs up,

“Your old man has still got it, Casey.” Leon then drew his eyes up to you with a grin, he wiggled his nonexistent eyebrows suggestively.

“Congradulations you did amazing! Leo, you did well too, let's get the both of you some ice.” You cooed softly clapping your hands together “We don’t want the others to see your poor attempts at getting along?”

“Others?” Leon murmured following behind you like a lost puppy, Leo burgundy followed behind you and Casey.

“Your brothers will be arriving for dinner. They usually do and the children love to see the heroes of New York.” You explained passing the kitchen where Alastor was sitting at the table with an older purple-clad Fox Yokai. Leon only briefly glanced at the pair and noticed his past self sneer at the duo and Leon couldn’t help but wonder what the situation was there. “But Nana and I arrange a private meeting with them under the guise of business, so you can talk with them privately.” Leon paused mid-step causing Casey to slam into his back,

“They’re coming? Tonight?”

“Is that…should I not have?” You turned to stop, hand nervously fiddling with the bottom of your shirt.

“Ah, no Pumpkin none of that.” His heart skipped a beat seeing your nervous reaction, a part of him wondering if Leo’s past feelings were influencing his present feelings at all. He took your hands within his own, it was big enough after all, “I just…it is unexpectedly soon.”

“We can call it off,” You offered, “wait a little longer.”

Leon paused for a moment chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully, on one hand, it was probably good to rip the bandaid off and see them. But on the other…he was scared, scared to see his brothers again and for them to see him so weak. He knew they weren’t his brothers, they’d died long ago but even still seeing them had his stomach churning nervously, “No. They can come.” He gently squeezed your hands, “Will you stay?” He whispered softly so that Casey and his past self couldn’t hear. “Please?”

“Of course, I can.” You smiled tenderly at him, “If you want me there then I’ll be by your side through the entire thing.” The sense of comfort he felt just from hearing your words astounded him, he knew he fell for people hard and fast. Even before the invasion, he’s had his fair share of flings his twin knew about them in great depth. However, this was an entirely new level he finds himself unequivocally drawn to you and your tenderness, maybe because you were the first to show him these traits after decades of detachment and emotional unavailability. Yet, he couldn’t put it all on the latter because here you are looking at him so softly his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, he was going to taint you. He was going to swallow your light and get you killed just like he has his brothers and humanity before this, he pulled away shakily offering up a shaky smile.

“Thanks, Pumpkin.”

He wouldn’t allow himself to ruin you, no matter how much he wanted to be with you. But watching your eyes light up and a smile spread across your lips caused his will to falter, watching your hair bounce as you tilted your head to the side rather cutely.

But a little flirting never hurt anyone…right?

He grunted as Leo slipped in between the both of you, forcing him to drop your hands, Leo’s arm wrapped around your shoulder.

Okay, if he couldn’t have you past him CERTAINLY couldn’t have you.

“Princesa you do too much around here already, it’s not your job to play therapist for an old man.”

“Old?” You snorted and both Leo’s visibly melted at the sound, “Leo do I need to remind you of my own age? I’m gonna be geriatric soon!”

“No way!” Both Leonardo’s argued,

“You don’t look a day over twenty!” Leo pushed and Leon nodded in agreement,

“You’re beautiful,” He watched your entire face light up in the cutest shade of pink, “truly.”

“Guys you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You whined out burying your face in your hands and both boys could see the steam coming out of your ears, “I get it good lord-”

“Miss (Y/n)!” Alastor clung to your legs seemingly appearing out of nowhere, “Sloan and I wanna see if you can come to the reading circle with your friends!”

“Ugh. No way, nada.” Leo scoffed, “Sloan can go suckkkkkkkkk- er.” His eyes flicked down to the little kid clinging to your legs and your fiery glare that he found a little too attractive. “Ya know nothing would make the four of us happier than joining you all for circle time with the other kiddos.”

“Yes!” Alastor cheered grabbing onto Leo’s hands with his little paws, Leo sighed softly as he began dragging him towards his Yokai brother. Leon looked at you and your fond smile,

“So…is that my jealous ex or?” You snorted elbowing Leon in his plastron, he chuckled deeply at your antics,

“Nah. It’s Donnie’s current boyfriend actually-”

“Donatello’s GAY?” You burst into hysterical clutching your chest and doubling over, Leon looked around frantically heat flooding up into his cheeks, “We didn’t really discuss it in the apocalypse!”

“Leo’s just being protective. Sloan was rescued from one of Big Mama’s fighting rings. You’ve never been the most trusting, especially to newcomers. We were able to save his kid brother too,” You explained, “Donnie fell very hard and fast especially after seeing how sharp his teeth were and-”

“Okay! Too much information!” Leon made a disgusted face, “I haven’t even met him and I already know too much about this timelines Donatello and his…escapades…”

You could only laugh before speaking once more, “Come. I think you’ll like circle time,” You cooed softly brushing your fingers against the tops of his hand, “The kids are gonna love having another big strong man to cling to.” “Oh?” Leon purred sweetly, “you think I’m big and strong?”

“Oh shut up.” You waved him off feeling his arm slide securely around your waist, “Leo.” You spoke in a warning tone, but he noticed how you subtly shifted closer to him.

“Eu poderia apenas comere você, abóbora.” He cooed into her ear, wishing so desperately he had his other arm to wrap her up in his embrace. Leo felt you shiver in his grasp cheeks turning red, he wasn’t doing a very good job of not falling for her, but how can he not play with fate a little when she was looking at him like that? “Me elogiando tão docemente. Você não tem ideia do que estou dizendo, mas você está se desfazendo. Que fofo.”

“Hey! Are you guys coming or not?” Casey snorted from the doorway leading to the reading area, Leo caught the look in his eye and shot him a dirty one in return. You pulled away smoothing out your clothes before passing by Casey through the doorway, Leon followed soon after and stopped to look down at the boy. “Sensei?~” He teased a smile spreading across his lips,

“Don’t start.”

“But-”

“No.”

“I mean I’d tap that-”

“Casey Junior.” Leonardo sputtered in shock, “There are kids around! She could hear you!”

“You worry too much,” Casey said gently, “I know it’s hard for you but try to relax at least a little bit before the guys get here.” He ran a hand through his hair motioning for Leo to sit down beside him on a rainbow-shaped rug. The kids had cleared a space for them, the yokais looking at him with awe and delight. He wilted shyly as some began to crawl into his lap and snuggle up against his body, he frantically searched for you only to see you sitting in a rocking chair Alastor on your lap with a book in hand ready to read aloud to the group. He relaxed almost instantaneously after he found your eyes and continued to let the children climb on top of him. Looking around once more he saw Leonardo talking softly to…Donnie’s boyfriend…about something, eyes would drift over to his location every so often. Leon offered a hand wave in greeting, the fox paused a moment seemingly in surprise before raising his own hand in a hello smiling shyly. Ah, it seems the fennec fox wasn’t so big and scary after all which is unusual for Donatello’s type. Then again he also didn’t clock Donnie as gay, how very, as the kids say, unslay that he wasn’t able to recognize one of his own. Leonardo huffed a little pushing the fox's hand down and stuck his tongue out at his future self, Leon could only roll his eyes at his past self's dramatics.

He really felt sorry for his brothers having to constantly deal with him.

Shit. He was meeting his brother again for the first time tonight. Shit, he was so not ready for this.

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adastrael · 2 years ago

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Tranquilo

Pairing: gender neutral reader / alejandro vargas

Summary: In nature you could always find comfort, no matter the place or time. When he came along, you had a person to share that with again.

Word count: 993

Warnings: none

A/N: something short but hopefully comforting while I work on other things :)

From very early on, you've enjoyed nature immensely. Ever since you could babble on like all babies do and grasp the grass in your hands, your parents had difficulties tearing you away from the ground in fear of making you upset. A little older, but still just a child, your mother would often have to drag you back into the house when the Sun started setting, because you were too fascinated with insects or birds to realize how much time has passed. Luckily, living in a suburban part of the city, there was a perfect opportunity for you to spend time outside whenever you wanted to, close under your parents' watchful eyes — although that became less relevant as the years went by. You could always leave the house and sit in the garden or wander around the neighborhood, effectively escaping the rush of everyday life for a while.

Your parents used to joke about this with their friends, your habit of constantly playing in the sandpit and bushes instead of joining the others on the swings or teeter-totter. In the beginning, they worried about your place in social life, not having the desire to make friends like your peers did. Later on, you didn't have trouble making connections, so they didn't try to pressure you into forgetting about your passions. It would have been hypocritical anyways, knowing how both of them grew up and still were.

When you were old enough, your father started to take you hiking and camping with him. It was an activity you quickly learned to love; just the two of you for a few days, peacefully treading through the seemingly untouched places nature offered. It always reminded you to appreciate the smallest things, be it the quiet on top of a mountain with only the wind in your ears, or the small but joyous sound of the fireflies at night, lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Despite that, some of the most memorable adventures were spent with your mother. She didn't like to trek as far as her husband, opting to stay home instead and work on the garden she had been growing ever since your birth. You would argue about the way you used the word adventures, because she believed you had to go somewhere further for that, but you always thought it wasn't just a physical thing — an emotional one meant just as much, if not more.

When you started speaking, walking and causing mischief, your mother let you help her tend to all the plants she was growing. The more years went by, the wider variety of flowers, vegetables and fruits could be found in the little section, guarded by a picket fence your father purchased for this exact reason. Your favorite used to be the berries that hang low when ripe, ready for taking — it wasn't hard to guess who sneakily ate them all before your mother could actually pick them, but she never said a word.

Through all the memories you harbored, the best were still the ones you had spent by yourself. It wasn't to say you didn't enjoy the company, very far from it, but you've always been introverted in that way; with a good book or a paper and pencil, you could take hours just basking in your own company. At the end of the day, you were your own loyal friend, and if anyone was to leave you to your own devices, you would certainly never be disappointed.

There are some things that never change, no matter the time that passes.

"Mi vida, it's getting late."

Snapping out of your haze, you lifted your head to gaze at the owner of the familiar voice. Alejandro was standing just an arm's length shy behind you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You've always appreciated how considerate he was, finding gentle ways to bring your attention back to the present when you were far away in your own head. You often found yourself immersed in other matters, but he wasn't afraid to help guide you back to whatever was happening in the moment.

When your eyes took him in a few moments later, the upward curl of your lips were natural: as the Sun was dipping just behind the horizon, the rays casted an orange-like light on his face, highlighting his chocolate irises and strong face. Even if he'd argue, you knew he was the most beautiful person you have had the chance to meet.

"Didn't realize, sorry."

Turning your head back to the view in front of you, Alejandro just chuckled and sat down next to you on the wooden bench. It was one he carved for you from the wood he chopped next to the house long ago; the sight of the initials on the backrest were enough to remind you of the child-like joy you felt when it was finally put into place. Another piece of memory you shared with him.

The scenery truly was breathtaking. This high up in the mountains, everything looked so much smaller. Everything, but the sky, that was currently adorning some of your favorite colors: hues of red, orange and yellow, all mixed with the neutral blue that always looked back at you. The Sun was already halfway down, disappearing behind the top of another, bigger mountain, creating an ethereal glow around the landscape.

"Beautiful."

Alejandro only muttered the word quietly, but you knew he appreciated the view just as much as you did. And knowing him, the expression extended to your being too, not just the nature in front of you.

The next few minutes, until the Sun eventually disappeared under the horizon were spent in a peaceful quiet, one that gave you an eternal sense of comfort and calm. Sitting next to the one who was most important to your heart, sharing a moment that meant almost just as much — if there was solace in the world, you found yours.

Translation:

Mi vida - my life

#call of duty #cod #cod mwii #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #alejandro vargas #colonel alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro oneshot #fluff

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mortalfaerie · 10 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡

Chapter Five: Amends For Trespasses

Cregan Stark x (Strong) Velaryon! OC

tw: nothing i can think of

note: this is cross-posted on ao3 and a commenter has dubbed them "dragonwolf" which i love!!

Much to the malcontent of the men-at-arms at Winterfell, Seasmoke had chosen to dig out a trench ten feet deep in the nigh-frozen earth outside the keep. After meeting with the lord of Winterfell, it was Celaena’s second order of business to go and see her mount, and try to ease some of the tension he was causing with his presence.

Seasmoke was older than her mother’s dragon and larger for being male. While still far from the size of Dreamfyre or Vhagar, he was larger than any beast the northern soldiers had ever seen. His head alone was the size of a canon, and the nest he had dug out in the earth could have fit a regiment inside of it.

Before she was in sight of him, he lifted his head into the air sniffed, detecting her scent and scanning for her. When he caught her, skirts clutched in her hands as he tromped not terribly gracefully through the snow, he thumped his massive tail on the ground like a dog. He drew up from his roost, shaking off the snow that had settled and hopped out to close some of the distance between them. When the massive beast reached her, he squatted down and lowered his neck to her level so she could rest her head against him and speak to him in High Valyrian. In response, he made a rumbling noise that sounded reminiscent of a cat’s purr.

The men on the parapets were dumbfounded by the sight. The dragon had nearly killed the best of them when they tried to retrieve the princess’s saddlebags, but faced with the princess herself he was practically docile. Combined with Celaena’s limited stature, having never caught up to her siblings in height, the experience of seeing a massive dragon be pet by a girl the size of one of its bones was uncanny.

“I heard that you’ve been causing trouble,” she spoke to Seasmoke in High Valyrian, eliciting a noncommittal huff of smoke from him.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Seasmoke. I know you don’t like it when I’m gone and you don’t know where I am.” she added, stroking his scales that were sandy grey trimmed with red. He nuzzled her head with the side of his own, wrapping her in his warmth.

“I’m not ready to fly again yet,” she apologized to him, “I was ill, and I’m better but still very tired.” Seasmoke huffed smoke again, but didn’t act out. She considered that perhaps he had truly been fretting over her these past two days, only remaining because of her scent within the keep kept him fixed. At that thought, she attempted as much of an embrace of his flank that she could, and leaned into his big body. They remained like that for some time, until the chill of the air forced her to withdraw, and promise to return later.

In the meantime, it was time to make amends for Seasmoke’s trespasses.

Celaena sought out Jeyne again when she returned to the keep. The woman was hauling flour bags - which no doubt required great strength - when the princess appeared in the threshold. Upon slinging one into the chest that contained the others, she clapped the loose powder from her hands and then looked up, seeing Celaena.

“Your grace!” she exclaimed, startling the other staff in the kitchen to attention. “Are ye lost?”

“No, I’m quite alright, Jeyne,” she assured the older woman, stepping down the two stone stairs into the kitchen proper. “I was wondering if you had the opportunity to pass along the purse I gave you earlier.”

Jeyne glanced to the kitchen, which was being cleaned between the midday and evening meal. “Eh, no, your grace.” she replied.

“In that case, could your staff spare you to help me with an errand?” Celaena asked, nodding in acknowledgement to the kitchenmaids who curtsied low in deference, murmuring their respects. “It would mean very much to me.”

One of the older maids nodded to Jeyne, who reached to untie her apron and replied, “Of course, princess. What is it you need me for?”

As they walked through the keep and out to the inner bailey - stopping to retrieve warmer clothes on their way - Celaena explained her intentions. The groom in the stable was more than willing to allow the princess use of one of the wheelhouses for her purposes, and Jeyne explained to the driver where they needed to be taken. After half an hour, they arrived outside of a thatched-roof farm, with smoke billowing out of the chimney in its center. In the adjoining field, a man was carrying hay out to a barn.

“Should we approach the house, first, Jeyne?” the princess asked, suddenly feeling more wary. Her bravado had carried her this far, but actually standing in the snow outside the farm, it occurred to her that in speaking directly to the smallfolk, she was out of her depth.

“Aye,” Jeyne nodded. “I ken that’s the right thing to do, your grace.”

Celaena hovered a moment longer, and Jeyne added, “Would ye like me to accompany you?”

“Would you?” Celaena implored, and the cook chuckled.

They walked, arm in arm, to the wooden door of the house and knocked. Children noisly called out within to their mother, and a short woman appeared in the opened doorway. She clearly had not been expecting them, and her expression shifted from consternation to shock as she opened and closed her mouth without speaking.

“Hello,” Celaena began, and looked to Jeyne for assurance. The old woman nodded in encouragement and the princess continued. “I understand that my dragon has caused damage to your property, and I would like to effectively compensate you. May we come in?”

The woman’s eyes went wide, but she nodded vigorously. “Certainly,” she said, a distinct northern brogue, thicker than Jeyne’s was evident in her speech. “If you’ll, eh, excuse the mess, madam.”

The door opened into a large central room, a fireplace and stove in the middle of the room, with a dining table and benches nearby. Two worn chairs were sat by the fire, and three small children sat on the ground nearby, playing with wooden toys. A few rooms broke off from the central room into other parts of the house, and a back door exited into the field. The smallfolk woman ushered her children into one of the rooms, apologizing profusely to Celaena as she gathered toys into her apron, and offered her one of the worn chairs.

“Will you take a drink?” She offered, fidgeting with her hands after she had tucked the toys into a cabinet.

“Oh, that’s quite fine, I don’t want to impose,” Celaena began, but Jeyne placed a hand on her shoulder and said to the woman. “We’ll have a tea, please.”

“Oh,” Celaena said, then affirmed, “Of course. Thank you,”

The woman returned a few moments later with two mugs of a hot, spiced liquid and sat awkwardly across from the princess.

“It was very kind of you to welcome us in,” Celaena began, and considered her words. “I am an emissary of Queen Rhaenyra, who has just come into her crown. I was sent to Winterfell on dragonback to deliver a message, but alas, I became ill shortly after arriving. My dragon, Seasmoke, was unsettled after not seeing me for several days, and I understand her may have pursued your cattle during that time.”

The smallfolk woman, still evidently shocked at the visit, nodded. “Afraid so, madam. Three of our heifers were lost.”

“I am very sorry.” Celaena said, and took a sip of the tea. “And I am sorry as well I could not have addressed the loss sooner. I would like to compensate your family, either by purchasing new cattle or perhaps paying you for the cost of them.”

The woman shook her head, “I could not ask such of thing of you,” she said, but trailed off for lack of a name or title.

“Princess Celaena,” she supplied. The smallfolk woman’s eye widened and she waved her hands in objection.

“Princess, certainly not,” She said hoarsely.

“I insist. And you are not asking, lady, I am offering.” Celaena countered.

The woman appeared torn, but finally nodded. “I - the heifers are important for us, in money means.”

“Of course,” Celaena nodded, and looked to Jeyne. The cook fished out the purse, and offered it to the woman. “Will this be enough?”

The woman carefully opened the strings of the purse, and looking in, drew in a sharp gasp. “Mada- your grace, this is too much,” she said, shaking her head.

“Please,” Celaena urged. “If not outright for the cows, then consider it to be an… investment in your farm.”

When the smallfolk woman still appeared torn, she added, “It would mean very much to me if you would accept this.”

Finally the woman caved. “I - I don’t know what to say, your grace. This is most generous.”

Celaena beamed. “I am very glad to help, in anyway I can. I will be at Winterfell for some more time yet, and I fervently hope that if you have need of aide in some way, you will feel comfortable coming to me.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, “Truthfully.”

Unsure of how to reply exactly, Celaena nodded, and sipped the remainder of her tea.

Back at Winterfell, Celaena and Jeyne dismounted from the wheelhouse just in time to see Cregan Stark saddling his charger to ride out.

“Princess,” he called out, surprised, stepping away from the groom and the horse. Though not expecting to see her, it obviously was not an unwelcome surprise - he grinned as he approached, and stopped directly before them. He had dressed more for the weather, with his great bear cloak on and leather riding gloves. Celaena tried not to stare at him, but felt her cheeks flush all the same as his gaze in turn settled on her.

It was the cold wind, she told herself.

“Lord Stark,” she greeted politely. “Your cook, Jeyne, was kind enough to humor me on an errand of some personal importance.”

He glanced to Jeyne, who nodded in corroboration. “Well, in that case,” he said, “I am glad she was available to aide you. If you need help with another matter, you may also ask me, princess. Not that Jeyne,” he smiled at the older woman, “Is not competent for the role, but as your host, I should like to aide you where I can.”

“Oh,” Celaena nodded, “I will bear that in mind.” she paused, and regarded his horse behind him. “Where do you go now, my lord?”

“Hm? Oh, yes - into town to mediate a dispute. I should be back in time for supper, where I hope to see you, your grace.” he explained, nodding towards her.

“I should like to be there,” Celaena smiled. His own grin grew a little wider, and his eyes passed her over appreciatively, before his stormy eyes landed back on hers again.

“Good. Until then, princess.” He bid her goodbye for now, and turned to go mount his horse.

Jeyne saw the princess back to her rooms, and urged her to rest before supper. Celaena begrudgingly agreed, beginning to feel the fatigue settling in again.

As the cook returned to the kitchens, she considered the interaction she had witnessed in the stables. She had been in service to House Stark since the old lord, Cregan’s father, was a young man. She had watched Cregan grow from a babe and helped nurse him through his childhood ailments. She had seen him make eyes at women at revels, but not to his guest - a princess, no less - in his own stables, in broad daylight. She believed him to be - generally, knew him to be - an honorable man. She didn’t mistrust his intentions, so much as found his sudden behavior amusing.

She would keep her eye on them, she decided.

#cregan stark #cregan stark x oc #celaena velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #asoiaf #house of the dragon #dragonwolf

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hxzxrdous · 2 years ago

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WAitt omggg how about a student working as an apprentice or smth at CIA and Lorraine is her mentor ???

Atomic Blonde

Platonic Lorraine Broughton x teen!reader

TW: A smol panic attack, :) maybe a warning that I was trying to be funny but failed?

Summary: Basically the plot of the whole movie except the reader unknowingly saves the day, yaay ‼

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

"Well, ladies, I hope you're ready for this," The MI6 superior, Eric Gray said, taking a deep breath as he began to brief Lorraine and you on the situation in Berlin and the death of Gasciogne.

"...We promised Spyglass immunity in exchange for a document on microfilm, code-named The List." Gray spoke, pointing behind him at the projected images.

"Hidden in a Swiss watch, no less." Head of MI6, James Faulkner added, shifting in the leather armchair.

"The list contains every active clandenstine officer, all their shady deals. It's an atomic bomb of information that could extend the Cold War for another 40 years. You two will fly over to Berlin and connect with our man, David Percival. Get the list, bring it here and trust no one."

Lorrained looked over at you and back at Gray. "What's the deal with the kid? She'll have to go with me?"

"Indeed she will. Y/N's fresh out of high school, she applied through the new undergraduate scholarship program we're offering. She's going to be your intern and you're going to be her mentor." Gray replied giving Lorraine a file.

"You should know that sending somebody so young and inexperienced into a job like this puts all our lives at risk, especially hers. She's not ready to be here and I won't have her anywhere near me, especially while I'm working." Lorraine spoke in her distinct British accent, her grip tightening around the file. "And I didn't sign up to be a babysitter."

Gray maintained his composure and replied, "She may not have extensive experience, but she received training from her father, Emmet Kurzfeld." He gestured for Lorraine to open the file, emphasizing the information contained within.

"Y/N Kurzfeld?" Lorraine mused and lifted her eyebrow as she glanced at the file. "Nepotism on a whole another level." She muttered. You gulped down nervously, your eyes fixed on the floor.

Lorraine sighed, pointing to you with her index finger. "You're going to watch me while I work. You are not going to get involved and you are not going to do anything without my explicit permission. Is that perfectly clear? I need to know you understand what I'm saying, Y/N."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand. I won't cause any troubles, I promise," you quickly replied, nodding your head.

"You're Elizabeth Lloyd, a Cambridge-educated lawyer sent by James Gasciogne's family." Gray handed Lorraine the forged ID and passport and then turned his attention towards you.

"You, Y/N, you will recieve your cover documentation tomorrow. You'll go to Berlin two days after agent Broughton, you'll communicate with eachother only if necessary. Your role will be to observe her activities from a distance."

"And keep an eye out for Satchel, a KBD double agent who has been MI6's problem for years." 'C' added, tapping the armrest in frustration. "An absolute pain in the ass."

Two days later; location: Berlin - airport

Arriving in Berlin in the evening, Lorraine picked you up from the airport. "Brown suits you, ma'am," you remarked, admiring her wig. "Thank you, Y/N. And feel free to call me Lorraine," she replied, raising an eyebrow. "Come along now, I'll arrange for a taxi to take us to the hotel," she added, taking hold of your suitcase. "Will I have my own room?" you asked as you got into the taxi. "Certainly. But don't get too excited; it's right next to mine. If you cause any trouble, I'll be the first to know," Lorraine responded, casting a stern look your way before adjusting her sunglasses.

Upon entering the hotel, Lorraine immediately parted ways with you in the lobby. You glanced around, taking in the surroundings, while she headed off. Your gaze fell to the vibrant green carpet, marred slightly by the presence of an eye-catching orange couch. "Um, I have a room reservation under Monika Weber." You showed the girl at the front desk the forged ID, offering an innocent smile. The receptionist handed you the room keys, her feet finding their way back up onto the desk. "Enjoy your stay," she replied, her attention drifting back to the Bravo magazine, or more accurately, the captivating image of Modern Talking gracing its cover.

Walking down the hallway and into your room, you closed the curtains and began unpacking your suitcase. Startled by a knock at the door, you called out, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Lorraine," came the reply from the hallway. "Oh, right," you responded, opening the door and finding yourself taken aback by the sight of Lorraine in an elegant black dress.

"Are you going out? Can I come with you?" you asked, hoping for a positive response. "No, pumpkin. The club I'm heading to is strictly for those above 18 years old," she explained, placing her room keys behind the red lava lamp on your table.

"Haha, so funny... I thought people can't drink while working." You replied sarcastically. "Besides... I'm not really into partying anyway. Maybe you could at least read me a bedtime story before you go?" you suggested, crossing your arms and adopting a sarcastic tone again.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" Lorraine smirked before turning and leaving. Rolling your eyes, you moved the lava lamp when something caught your attention—Lorraine had forgotten her room keys. Observing her blonde hair disappearing swiftly out of the hotel, you contemplated for a moment before deciding to seize the opportunity. Quietly, you tiptoed towards her room, clutching the keys.

"I bet she has a rad wardrobe." You thought to yourself. With a sense of curiosity, you opened the closet, tempted to try on some of Lorraine's coats. The black ones, in particular were really bitchin', bad to the bone. You chose the first one that caught your eye, slipping it on and relishing the feel of the fabric against your skin. However, as you explored the coat's pockets, your hands accidentally came into contact with a wire-like object, causing it to snap. Panic coursed through you as you hurriedly returned the coat to its place, desperately hoping that Lorraine wouldn't discover the damage you had caused to her spying equipment. With a sense of guilt, you retraced your steps back to your room, carefully returning the keys to the spot where Lorraine had left them, before climbing into bed.

As you were beginning to drift off to sleep, several hours later, you heard the sound of Lorraine entering your hotel room and retrieving her keys. "Goodnight, Y/N," she whispered softly before leaving.

Next, morning; location: Your hotel room

You awoke early in the morning, still battling with jet lag and feeling a lingering sense of tiredness. As you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of a brown-haired woman standing at the foot of your bed. "Jesus, Lorraine, barf me out." You sat up, rubbing your eyes.

"I apologize, dear. It's just force of habit," Lorraine responded, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. She placed some snacks and money on your bedside table. "I brought you some snacks from the lobby. If you get hungry or thirsty, just call for room service."

"Do you have brown eye contacts?" You squinted at her, tilting your head curiosly. "Yeah, I have to go see what I'm up against in the east, therefore the disguise." She explained with a smirk. "That's really not fair. Everything suits you," you remarked, a tinge of envy in your voice.

"Um... Lorraine- would you be angry if I like... accidentally... broke... the wire in your coat?" you finally mustered the courage to confess, averting your gaze and staring at the floor.

"The wire? What wire?" Lorraine inquired, raising an eyebrow. However, after a moment, she sighed. "Well, no, I'm not mad. Accidents happen. I'll be back in the evening. Stay here, watch some TV, or maybe go chat with that girl at the front desk. I think she's around your age," she suggested before leaving once again.

"Internship, bullshit. More like boringship. Scam. Bogus." You muttered under your breath. You walked into the lobby, sitting down beside the front desk girl who was listening to her walkman on the tacky orange couch.

"Want a gummi?" she offered, extending a red pack of Hitschler's bubble gum to you. With a shrug of your shoulders, you nodded and accepted. "My name's Klara," she introduced herself with a slight smile. "So, what brings you here all alone?" Klara inquired, her German accent coloring her words.

"My father's side of the family is German, but due to the Cold War, I haven't been able to see my grandparents for a long time. I decided to... you know... get to know Berlin before they come to pick me up next week," you explained. "Get to know Berlin," she echoed, blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it. "Berlin ist eine Stadt, verdammt dazu, ewig zu werden, niemals zu sein," she said cryptically. "Thank God we have music." Klara stood up, offering you her walkman. "Need Your Passion by Sweet Connection." She pointed at the walkman before you listened to the tape. You spent your whole day talking about music with Klara, while enjoying the snacks left behind by Lorraine, and watching MTV in the lobby.

Morning; location: Still your hotel room, hun

You woke up in the morning with a pounding headache. "Hey, Lorraine, I think I have a migr-" Your words trailed off as you took in the unexpected sight before you. Your hand flew to your mouth in surprise as you saw Lorraine in bed with a young woman. "Uh... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... Please... continue?" you stammered, your face flushing with embarrassment. You quickly closed the door, berating yourself for your poor choice of words, and retreated back to your room. Anticipating an uncomfortable conversation, you locked the door, hoping Lorraine wouldn't bother you.

"Y/N?" you heard her call after you. "I don't want to talk!" you replied from inside the room, your voice laced with frustration. "Y/N, please..." Lorraine's voice carried a mix of sternness and tenderness. "Is this some new spying technique or something?" you couldn't help but inject sarcasm into your words.

"I... Her name's Delphine Lasalle. She's a new French agent. We can trust her," Lorraine explained. "You know, I'm not bothered by her... I just feel embarrassed that I saw..." you began, your voice trailing off.

"It's fine. It's not your fault. I forgot to lock the doors and change the 'do not disturb' sign. It just happened so quickly... and... yeah," Lorraine interjected, understanding the mix of emotions swirling within you.

"Could you at least introduce me to your new 'source'?" you asked, deciding to open the door and unlock it. Lorraine smiled and nodded. "I'm meeting with your father later. If you want, you can come with me?" she offered.

"Good for you, but I'd rather stay here," you replied, choosing to remain in the room.

"That's alright. Tomorrow, I'll be busy again. I have to get Spyglass across the border. The Russians are after him because he memorized the whole list." Lorraine ruffled your hair before saying goodbye.

Next day; location: Hotel lobby

Amidst your daydreams, Klara's voice jolted you back to reality. "East Berlin peace leaders have organized a demonstration today at Alexanderplatz. Want to come with me?" she asked. "Sure," you nodded, grateful for the distraction. Klara noticed your pensive expression and inquired, "What's on your mind, Monika?"

You paused for a moment, contemplating your response. "I don't know... I guess I can't wait to see my grandparents again. I miss them so much," you hated lying, but that was your work. You can't trust anybody. Sensing your longing, Klara offered her support. "I'm just about to finish my shift. Let me distract you and help you get ready for the protest," she suggested, standing up from her desk.

Later, the same day; location: Alexanderplatz

"So many people-" you looked around the crowded street. "I don't like it one bit, I can't see sh*t." You said to Klara when you noticed the familiar blonde a few meters before you, walking along with Spyglass. Suddenly, a piercing whistle cut through the air, prompting everyone to open their umbrellas. You sensed that something was about to happen, and your anxiety began to rise. The crowd seemed to close in around you, intensifying the feeling of being trapped.

"Not now- not now- Christ-" you thought to yourself, your vision getting blurry from the tears that threatened to fall when you bumped into a guy, recognizig him as Percival. "I'm so sorry, sir!" you blurted out, realizing that he was aiming the gun towards Spyglass, you noticed hus gun had fallen out of his pocket. Overwhelmed by panic, you made a split-second decision and decided to run in the opposite direction, making your way back to the hotel.

"What the f*ck," you whispered to yourself, trying to steady your breathing, but finding little success. You picked up the lava lamp from the table, fixating your gaze on it as a means of distraction. Sinking down to the floor, you leaned against the wall, hugging your knees tightly. Exhaustion washed over you, and before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep right there.

"Y/N?" Lorraine knocked on the door, entering inside when she didn't hear your answer. "Y/N?" She crouched down infront of you. "What happened, Lorraine?" You asked, lifting your head up, rubbing your eyes. "I'm fine. You saved Spyglass from a bullet, I was able to get him across safely. You're going to tell MI6 he is dead, alright? But now it's my turn to ask: what happened to you?"." Lorraine expression turned to worry.

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of how to put your emotions into words. "A friend invited me to the protest, but I started feeling overwhelmed by the crowd and the umbrellas," you explained.

Lorraine's concern deepened as she assessed your well-being. "Are you feeling better now?" she inquired gently.

"Yeah, I think so... You should go retrieve The List. I think we both know who has it," you responded, mustering determination. Slowly standing up, you added, "Maybe I'll go spend some time with Delphine in the meantime?"

Later in the evening; location: Delphine's apartment

"Um- where's the toilet, Delphine?" You asked, clutching your lower belly. Feeling a chill, you closed the window that was wide open. "Right there on the left." Delphine replied, pointing the way. As you entered the toilet, the realization dawned upon you, explaining both your migraine and emotional state.

"Um, Delphine, do you have any pads!?" you called out, feeling a slight blush creeping up your cheeks.

"No, I'm sorry. Want me to go to the store to buy them for you?" She offered. "Yes, please, I'll just wait here..."

About hundred years later; location: Still in the WC-

"f*cking sh*t..." you cursed under your breath as you waited in the toilet for God knows how long. What was taking her so long? Finally you heard Delphine come back, with Lorraine. You cracked the door open enough for Delphine to pass the pad through.

"I've got the list. Percival is dead." Lorraine said, her voice carrying through the hallway as she spoke with Delphine.

"And I can provide you with the photos and tapes that prove Percival was Satchel." Delphine responded. You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well who the true Satchel was.

"I would have never guessed it was Percival," you commented as you stepped out of the toilet. "Can we leave Berlin now?"

Lorraine considered your question before nodding. "Yes, it's time to get out of here. We have what we need, and it's best to make our move."

A week later; location: MI6 headquarters - interrogation room

"Percival was Satchel." Lorraine said. You observed the tense atmosphere in the interrogation room as Gray pressed Lorraine about the whereabouts of The List. "Where's the list? Where's the list Lorraine?" Gray asked. Lorraine remained defiant, responding with a simple "I don't know."

Faulkner, stood up, stopping the recorder, entering the interrogation room. "We're choosing to bury this one, Lorraine," Faulkner declared firmly. "Your mission never took place. This conversation... never happened. We're putting you on leave. We'll start the next decade well rested... And as for Y/N, she informed us, she'll get a new internship elsewhere."

Three days later; location: Paris - plane

"No way- you killed Bremovych and his henchmen, and you managed for MI6 not to get The List?" you asked, looking out of the porthole, down at Paris and back at Lorraine. You couldn't help but reflect on the events that had unfolded. "Yes I did. You weren't that bad either." Lorraine spoke in her American accent. "She must've gotten that after you, boss." The blonde turned to your dad.

"Breaking the wire that Percival planted in my coat and saving Spyglass and Delphine." She smiled.

"Huh? I know about Spyglass but-" You tilted your head in confusion. "Percival was infront of Delphine's building, trying to get in throught the window, but he saw she wasn't inside. Percival had been on the hunt for Delphine, waiting for an opportunity to strike, knowing she was collecting proof that he was a traitor. He was waiting outside when I found him. Delphine arrived right after I killed him, told me they were out of 'lady products' in the store so she had to drive with her motorbike to a different one." Lorraine explained.

Delphine's unexpected detour to another store for supplies had unknowingly spared her from a potentially dangerous encounter. It was a reminder of how unpredictable and interconnected events could be, and how small actions could have significant consequences.

"That's rad... I still hate womanhood, though." You crossed your arms, frowning.

Lorraine chuckled softly at your comment. "Well, womanhood can be challenging at times, but it also comes with its own strengths and advantages," she said, her voice filled with a hint of wisdom. "You've already shown great courage and resourcefulness, Y/N. Don't let the challenges of womanhood discourage you. Embrace who you are and use it to your advantage." She spoke. "Like you." You added.

Notes: Need yourr passionnn, need yourrr loveee

#lorraine broughton #lorraine broughton x reader #atomic blonde #atomic blonde fanfiction #lorraine broughton fanfiction #lorraine broughton x delphine lasalle

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orthodoxadventure · 1 year ago

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Psalm 7 (NKJV)

O Lord my God, in You I put my trust; Save me from all those who persecute me; And deliver me, Lest they tear me like a lion, Rending me in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

O Lord my God, if I have done this: If there is iniquity in my hands, If I have repaid evil to him who was at peace with me, Or have plundered my enemy without cause, Let the enemy pursue me and overtake me; Yes, let him trample my life to the earth, And lay my honor in the dust. Selah

Arise, O Lord, in Your anger; Lift Yourself up because of the rage of my enemies; Rise up for me to the judgment You have commanded! So the congregation of the peoples shall surround You; For their sakes, therefore, return on high. The Lord shall judge the peoples; Judge me, O Lord, according to my righteousness, And according to my integrity within me.

Oh, let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, But establish the just; For the righteous God tests the hearts and minds. My defense is of God, Who saves the upright in heart.

God is a just judge, And God is angry with the wicked every day. If he does not turn back, He will sharpen His sword; He bends His bow and makes it ready. He also prepares for Himself instruments of death; He makes His arrows into fiery shafts.

Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity; Yes, he conceives trouble and brings forth falsehood. He made a pit and dug it out, And has fallen into the ditch which he made. His trouble shall return upon his own head, And his violent dealing shall come down on his own crown.

I will praise the Lord according to His righteousness, And will sing praise to the name of the Lord Most High.

#Christianity #Bible #Scripture #Bible Verse #Psalms

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dindjarinandlysakane · 1 year ago

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 47 - The Bridge

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

Masterlist

Chapter 47 - The Bridge

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Din stood on the bridge, fingers tensed around his blaster, and his other hand clenched into a tight fist, still holding onto the torn piece of Lysa’s bloody dress.

He watched now as Ran glanced at the doorway behind him for a brief moment, before letting out a long sigh.

“You know, it was actually because of you leavin’ that we even met Crix,” said Ran conversationally, turning back to face Din now. “That day you decided to leave…go your own way…we all decided to drown our sorrows in some force-forsaken cantina and got talkin’ to this guy. Turned out to be one hell of a rallier and we ended up invitin’ him along with us for a while.”

Ran gave a chuckle now, as Din growled under his breath.

He didn't have time to hear these pointless stories.

He was here for one thing and one thing only.

“I’m not here to listen to you reminisce…” said Din in a low, deadly voice.

“Cool your jets, Mando,” snapped Ran, gesturing with the cannon he held between both hands viciously. “I was tellin’ a story.”

He cleared his throat, and continued.

“Crix travelled with us for a while. Course’ he was no replacement for you, but he could talk the talk when he wanted to. Then after a couple of years or so, we fell into a little trouble with the New Republic. Had to lay low for a while. Disband the group. And, well, we all ended up here. In Nar Shaddaa. Ready to go our separate ways…” Ran said with a knowing grin.

“...An’ the last we saw of ol’ Crix, was him at a bar here, talkin’ to some blonde gal. The same gal we’ve got locked up inside,” said Ran gesturing back towards the hanger with a nod of his head. “Kinda poetic really. ‘Cause when you think about it, in a way, if it weren't for you leavin’, we’d have never met Crix. An’ in turn, Crix would never have met her.”

Beneath his beskar, Din gave a sudden hard swallow.

All those years that Lysa had suffered at Crix’s hand….was all because of Din?

He thought of the bruises now, the broken ribs and the dislocated jaw she had spoken of casually, as though they were a drop in the ocean compared to the rest of the horrors Crix had put her through, time and time again.

Was all of that, in a way, all down to Din himself?

If he had just stayed with the gang of mercenaries, Lysa could have lived a happy life, out there, free. Not under the rule of Crix Val’shif and his cruel words and his violent fists for years on end.

But Ran merely let out a hollow laugh now, taking Din’s silence for realisation.

“Listen…brother,” said Ran. “In all seriousness, whatever issue Val’shif has with you….that’s his business. But I don't want any of this to get messy. Your gal doesn’t need to get hurt in all this-”

“Then let her go,” uttered Din darkly.

“I will,” Ran nodded firmly. “...I will. But first….you’ve got to do something for me.”

Din lifted his chin, eyeing Ran. Whatever the bearded man was trying to bargain for, Din knew that it couldn't be good.

“There’s a ship I want. I’m hoping its gonna be my next base after you got my last one destroyed,” said Ran, in a voice tinged with bitterness. “You’re the best I know, Mando. So I want you to get onto that base an’ help me take it over. In exchange, you get your girl back safe and sound…then we’re even.”

Din clenched his jaw hard.

“And what about Crix?” Din asked in a low voice through his modulator. “He agree to those terms too?”

Din wasn't stupid. There was no way Crix and Ran wanted the same thing.

Crix was here for one thing and one thing only…

Revenge.

“Screw Crix,” said Ran quickly, his face twisted up into a grimace, as he opened his mouth, likely to curse some more.

But Din’s attention was suddenly drawn by the door behind Ran opening again.

But to Din’s dismay, neither Lysa nor Crix appeared through the doorway.

Instead it was another figure Din had hoped to never see again as long as he lived.

“Well, well, well…” came the high-pitched voice of Xi’an, the purple skinned Twi’lek and Din’s old comrade. As she stepped out onto the bridge beside Ran, her eyes fixed to Din. “...if it isn't Mando.”

“I sprung Xi’an from a prison transport ship,” explained Ran with a grin. “Good to have the old team back together, aint it?”

Din very much doubted that was true. Knowing that the last time they had all been together Din had gotten Xi’an’s brother killed.

“I’ve been spending some time with your girl, Mando,” taunted Xi’an, taking a couple of steps forwards. Her words ruffling Din slightly. His new life with Lysa colliding with his old sorry existence. Two worlds he never wanted to see meet. “And I can understand what you see in her. She’s veeeery pretty-”

“If you’ve laid one finger on her, Xi’an-” uttered Din in a dangerous tone.

But Xi’an let out a cackle, obviously enjoying herself.

“Oh I’ve done more than that,” uttered the Twi’lek in a sickly tone, flexing her long fingers. “I’ve had a taste…”

Din’s grip on the blaster in his hand tightened as he gave an angry growl beneath his breath.

“I have no problem killing you, Xi’an-” said Din in a deadly voice, staring at the woman he had once had more than just a complicated relationship with, with dark furious eyes.

During his younger years, with less to lose. Din had been far less picky about the types of women he enjoyed. And after a job well done on a couple of occasions, Din and Xi’an had gotten more than a little hot and heavy with one another after a late night session in the cantina.

But there had been no feelings there, not on Din’s part at least. And not once had he chosen to remove his helmet, having reserved that in his lifetime for Lysa and Lysa alone. His feelings for her, far stronger than anything else he had felt for another he had been intimate with, as long as he lived.

The Twi’lek stepped forward a few paces, crossing the bridge towards Din.

“Aw it’s just like old times isnt it?” she cackled suddenly, pulling a two knives from either side of her belt with a flourish, her sharp teeth bared like an animal. “But no more flirting. I’m here to kill you, Mando…”

Din readied himself for a fight, readjusting his grip on his blaster and calmly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“...for what you did to my brother!”

“Hold your equinoid there, Xi’an,” said Ran suddenly in a loud commanding tone, as Xi’an suddenly stopped in her tracks, giving a hiss of anger in Ran’s direction, looking utterly frustrated and angry at her reigns being pulled.

She made to open her mouth to protest, when from behind the pair of them, the door opened and out stepped two figures.

Though it was the first figure, and the first figure alone, that was all that Din cared about.

Lysa.

She walked out of the rusty metal door with hands bound and mouth gagged, looking mightily unsteady on her feet, being led from behind by Crix Val’shif who looked as vicious as ever, one hand on Lysa, and a blaster in the other.

Din’s eyes widened in horror behind his beskar helmet now, as he took in every single imperfection that littered her form.

The long blue tunic he had seen her dress herself in when she had risen for work the previous day was now dirty and tattered and ripped at the shoulder. Which revealed a nasty-looking blaster wound covered in blood, that looked like it had been hastily sealed over with a bacta spray.

But it was obvious now that all was not well, with both the wound and with Lysa. The blonde woman looking like she had suffered a large amount of blood loss, perspiration beading on almost every inch of skin that Din could see.

Lysa’s face was deathly pale and bore the marks of a purple bruise blossoming over her cheekbone and three red scratches down the side of her face, with Din knowing these were likely the marks of Xi’an’s fingernails which she had so boastfully presented to him not even a minute ago.

Lysa seemed to wobble slightly on her feet as she was shoved forwards, towards the far right side of the bridge, her green, tearful eyes meeting with Din’s.

And despite Lysa not being able to utter a word to him, with the dirty rag tied around her mouth. Din could see in her gaze the utter hopelessness that poured from her.

As though already having resigned herself to death ten times over.

There was no relief in seeing him at all. Only tears and fear in her eyes now.

Din’s heart ached, just wanting to hold her close. To tell her that everything would be ok. To never have her leave his side again.

But Din knew how volatile this group were. And despite how confident Din was in his ability to win almost any fight. It was now not just him in jeopardy. But Lysa as well.

And he wasn't going to lose her now, a fury building inside him.

“Can we kill her now?” said Xi’an suddenly, tilting her head and pouting over at Lysa before turning back Din and offering him a sickening grin.

Din noted that Crix, at Lysa’s side, holding onto Lysa’s upper arm firmly, didn't say a word. But the look on his face really did say it all. Looking back at Xi’an with a smug, gleeful smirk plastered over his features.

After how loyal Lysa had been to him for so many years, it was hard to come to terms with the fact that this was really the fate he wanted for the woman that had loved him. Torture and death.

All to get one over on Din. On a Mandlaorian who he felt had taken something that belonged to him. With Crix considering Lysa as no more than a mere possession now, no more important to him than a speeder bike or a set of sabaac cards perhaps.

It broke Din’s heart to think on how Lysa must be feeling now, his eyes not able to catch hers, seeing that her gaze was now on the floor, visibly trembling now as she stood there…waiting…

“Not so fast, Xi’an,” came Ran’s sudden voice, smoothly. “There’s been a change of plan.”

The Twi’lek and Crix turned their heads suddenly to look at the bearded man. Their expressions turned to sudden confusion.

“Mando is going to help me out on a mission,” he said, glancing first at Din, before looking back towards his two comrades. “The gang back together for one last job. An’ prividin’ all goes well we can see about him gettin’ his girl back…safe and sound.”

Ran looked back to Din once more as he uttered the final three words directly to him.

“So what do you think, brother?” Ran said with a serious nod. “Do we have a deal?”

But before Din could say a word in response, Crix had cut over him, his face suddenly a picture of anger.

“This wasn't the plan!” said Crix suddenly, his face now red and his eyes wide and furious as he glared at the bearded leader of the mercenaries. “I dont give a kriff about your base! I want him and her to pay for what they did to me!”

Xi’an gave another hiss.

“And my brother!” she snarled, flashing her sharp teeth his way, as she raised the knives in her hands threateningly. “Ughhh…he always was your favourite, wasn't he?”

And with that she gave a feline roar and launched herself towards Ran, brandishing her blades in both hands.

But as she leapt towards the bearded Ran, as quick as a flash he let go of the cannon with one hand, as pulled a blaster from his belt…

…firing it directly at Twi-lek who immediately hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Din raised the blaster in his own hand.

But Crix somehow got there first. And, in seeing Xi’an hit the ground, he let go of Lysa and fired his own gun in angry retaliation at Ran. Who dropped instantly like a stone near to the base of the hanger. The cannon rolling from his hand.

In that moment Din saw his chance, running suddenly forwards, towards Crix and within a second, Din had knocked him off balance…knocking Crix’s blaster from his hand as he did so.

Din was furious.

Now this close to Crix Val’shif there was no way he was going to let him go unpunished for what he had done to Lysa…what he was still doing to her.

Pinning Crix down, Din quickly landed a hard punch across the thug’s cheekbone.

But before Din could hit him again, he heard Lysa give a loud cry from behind her gag…drawing his head around, only to see that her eyes were no longer on him, but instead on another figure behind him, who had gotten to her feet.

Din gave an instantly loud grunt of pain as he felt the impact of a sharp knife colliding with an exposed portion of his ribs, just above his kidneys.

He arched his back in pain, as Crix took that as his opportunity to lift his leg and kick Din directly in the stomach.

His thick leather vest took most of the impact, but even so Din couldn't help but stagger backwards a little, crouching down on one knee, clutching at his side and removing Xi’an’s knife from his ribs with a groan.

“You're getting slow in your old age, Mando,” came the voice of the purple Twi-lek as Din looked up to see her advancing on him once more, the bleeding blaster wound at her side, seemingly slowing her down a little as she lopped towards him determinedly.

In amongst all the chaos, none of them, bar Lysa, seemed to notice a ship flying overhead, looking to land on the far end of the bridge behind them all.

Din staggered to his feet, managing to get upright as Xi’an reached him, jabbing at him with her other knife.

She was fast. And even despite her injury, her blade scraped across his beskar armour twice, before he was able to shoot at her with his blaster.

The shot missed, just as Xi’an kicked her leg up, knocking the gun from Din’s hand.

Din grunted out again, feeling the blood at his ribs begin to ooze out at quite a rate, as he ducked and dodged Xi’an’s blows.

A moment later, Crix was there two, his fist landing a punch in the space between Din’s shoulder and head where there was no beskar to cover it.

Din threw a punch of his own in return. It landing squarely with Crix’s jaw, knocking him off balance.

Now Din could turn his attention back to Xi’an, who had launched herself towards him.

But using his flamethrower, he managed to create enough space between him and the Twi’lek for him to compose himself once more.

Din chanced a glance over at Lysa who was stood at the edge of the bridge, staring wide-eyed as the three of them fought, her long blood stained hair tangling around her with the wind at this height.

But the Mandalorian’s attention was soon drawn back by Xi’an. As Din advanced on her now, crossing the metal bridge to where she stood, knife brandished, looking like she wanted nothing more than to end Din’s life here and now.

“Come on, Mando, what are you waiting for?” she cackled, blood from her abdomen dripping to the ground beside her. She ran her long tongue over her pointed teeth. “I know you want me…”

He could tell she was trying hard to goad him into a reaction, but Din wasn't prepared to risk everything now, trying to remain as cool as he could. Waiting for his moment.

Despite having dropped his blaster, Din still had his own knife and a dagger at his belt. His whistling birds, fibercord whip and flamethrower at his wrists.

But he wanted this done.

And so pacing over towards Xi’an, Din saw her give a sudden hiss before she lunged his way, jabbing at him violently.

She was quick…

…but on this occasion, Din was quicker. Suddenly igniting his Z-6 jetpack and putting on a spurt of flight, which launched Din around eight feet off the ground.

He kicked out with both of his legs quickly, his feet making contact with Xi’an’s shoulders…

…sending her toppling suddenly backwards and over the edge of the bridge.

He heard her give a shriek as she disappeared from sight.

Hurriedly, Din landed on the edge of the bridge and peered over, only to see Xi’an’s body lying on a second bridge, horizontal to the one he was on, about fifty feet down.

He watched for a moment and was almost certain he saw her stir slightly….

But his attention was drawn suddenly by a whistle behind him.

Din turned instantly, his cloak whipping around his as went,....

….to see Crix stood around fifteen or so feet away, pointing a blaster directly at Din. Din’s own blaster to be precise.

“Don’t kriffing move,” spat Crix, his lip curling as he spoke.

From here, all Din could see was Crix. With his long, tanned features, and, normally-slicked back greasy hair, now hanging around his face untidily.

He looked ruffled but relatively unscathed as he stood there, squat legs wide apart and leather vest now torn at the sleeve.

Din knew that the chances of a blaster shot getting past his beskar were slim , but Din would bide his time until he found an opportune moment to strike. The vibro-knife at his belt would do the job of cutting Crix’s throat easily enough.

He could see Lysa behind Crix now, trembling hard as she gazed at the two men, as pale as anything, almost swaying on the spot as she stood there.

And it was in that moment that Din could truly see all the pain and suffering that Crix had put Lysa through.

The woman who had lit up Din’s world from the moment she had arrived in it. Like a perfect ray of sunlight, warming him for what felt like the first time in years.

And to know she had gone home each night and suffered through endless beatings, verbal abuse and control….that ignited something in Din now.

A pure fury building inside him as he stared at Crix Val’shif.

“Don't worry,” said Crix with a sneer, almost reading Din’s previous thoughts and taking a step to the right so that he was stood directly between Din and Lysa. Blocking her from the Mandalorian’s view. “If I don't get through that armour of yours, I’ll just put another blaster hole in her instead.”

And with that, he gestured backwards with his head, giving a sneer.

Din clenched down on his teeth so hard, he was sure they would break under the strain, his brown eyes boring angrily into Crix’s.

“I know what she probably told you about me,” said Crix giving a hard uncaring sniff. “But just so you know, she likes it rough. Down on her knees, mouth open…crying…”

“One more word and I’ll gut you like a burra fish-” muttered Din, in a low and dangerous voice.

Din gave a growl, his gloved hand extracting his dagger from his belt.

“What?!” continued Crix gleefully. “You think you know her or something? After what? A couple of weeks? You really have no idea what she’s like to live with. How much whining I put up with over the years. The days I had to sit there and watch her come home in those dowdy clothes of hers, and what? Pretend I was attracted to that shit? Y’know, anything I did- she drove me to.”

By now Din could feel himself almost trembling with a burning fury.

Free hand clenched so tight, he could hear the creak of his leather gloves as he did so.

“So you really think I was just gonna let her go…an’ what? Live a happy little life with you?” said Crix, giving a hollow laugh, shaking his head.

And with that he clicked off the safety on Din’s blaster, taking aim.

‘Cause she’s mine. And she’s gonne die being mine. Because at the end of the day… I’d rather her dead, than let anyone else have her…”

Suddenly, and before Din could do anything, a blaster shot cut through the air loudly.

Din sucked in a breath, blinking once and glancing down quickly…

…only to find himself unscathed.

He lifted his eyes once more…

to be met with the frowning face of Crix Val’shif…

…and the smoking blaster hole that had appeared through his chest.

Din parted his lips, his eyes becoming wide, watching as Crix staggered around on the spot, dropping the blaster from his grasp, and turning to face Lysa, who was standing directly behind him. Crix’s own blaster clutched between her bound and trembling hands.

Her gag was now off and her face awash with angry tears. That frown line of hers now deep between her eyebrows.

“I’m not yours,” said Lysa in a shaky voice, staring at him with a pure loathing etched upon her perfect features. “Not anymore.”

So many years of torture and worry and pain just suddenly washed away by those words. The pure strength of her pouring out of her right at this very second- astounding.

Crix stumbled towards her, sucking in an audibly ragged breath, as he clutched at his gaping middle.

He was done for. There was no going back now.

His death coming from Lysa’s own hand. Poetic in its origin. A catharsis of sorts.

Crix staggered forwards again, suddenly making it to Lysa’s side before Din could even realise what was happening….

…and before anyone could do a thing to stop him, Din watched as he muttered something into Lysa’s ear and clutched her arm suddenly…before hurling himself from the small bridge…

…dragging Lysa over the edge with him.

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~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Six~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“And… I’m ignored…” you say rolling your eyes and going to get the volleyball out of the tree. Tuning out the argument you’re about to pick up a stick to hit the ball with but Kageyama beats you to it. Sighing, you follow the boys back to your places to continue the practice. Just before you are about to begin something… or someone stops you.

-Gymnasium 2-

“I don’t like those new kids,” Tanaka retorts while tying his shoe.

“You don’t like anyone when you first meet them.” Suga counters as he finishes stretching.

“That’s not-”

“Still… you have to admit they’re more than what we expected.” Suga continues, cutting Tanaka off. “Is tomorrow going to be okay?”

“Of course, it will! Have some faith Suga!”

“I’m just worried. I know they have Kageyama with his serves, setting, and height and Hinata with his jumping power but…”

“But?”

“What about (Y/N)? We’ve never seen her play. I don’t want her to get hurt while playing with them.”

“That’s true… BUT I BELIEVE IN OUR ANGEL!”

“Talking about (Y/N)?” Daichi asks walking up to his teammates.

“Yeah, I’m just worried about tomorrow.” Suga expresses.

“To be honest me too, but she must have a good reason to want to play.”

“You’re right.” There’s a small pause before Daichi speaks.

“So about (Y/N)...”

-Outside-

You’re leaning on a tree, taking a break, watching Hinata and Kageyama. You feel your phone vibrate and go to check it before you pause hearing a new voice.

“Wow. You really are practicing outside.” A sarcastic voice says. “So you're the two first years who caused trouble on the first day.” Turning around you see the person responsible for the comments. ‘Tsukishima…’ you think as you recognize the tall blond from your class. ‘...and Yamaguchi!” Your spirit lifts as you see the freckle-faced boy.

Now it's not like you hate Tsukishima, you just don't get along per se. You see, ever since the first day of school, he hasn’t stopped teasing you. At first, it flustered you, but as it continued it just pisses you off. He does things like ‘accidentally’ kicking your chair and bragging about how tall he is, to just making snarky comments to you. Whenever this happens Yamaguchi always tries to distract his friend but it doesn’t always work.

You decide to keep your presence unknown for fear it may make things worse. There was also a part of you that wanted to know what would happen. You have been focusing on helping your teammates get ready for tomorrow so you could use a break.

Your phone has been disregarded because your attention is fully on the four. Tsukishima is holding the ball in his hand above Hinata’s head while standing behind him. The shorter of the two turns around confused as to why the ball stopped in the air only to be left completely caught off guard by the height of the newcomers. ‘Pft, at least it wasn’t only me who reacted that way.’ you think.

“Hey! Give that back!” Hinata protests while jumping up to reach for the ball. He soon gives up angrily since Tsukishima kept moving the ball. “Who the heck are you any-” He begins before being rudely interrupted by Kageyama.

“You’re the other first-years who are joining, right?” All Tsukishima does is smirk. ‘Ugh, I hate that smirk’ “How tall are you?” ‘Good question Kageyama…’ you praise in your head waiting for the answer.

“Tsukki is 6’2”! I bet he’ll be 6’3” soon!” Yamaguchi answers proudly. ‘Awe so cute!’

“Why are you bragging Yamaguchi?” Tsukishima says coldly while slightly glaring.

“A-Ah Gomen Tsukki!”

“You’re Kageyama from Kitagawa Daiichi, right?” Tsuikishima looks at Kageyama “What’s an elite like you doing here?” He asks smugly. ‘I have a bad feeling…’

“Hey! You!” Hinata yells while pointing at the tall blond. “Tomorrow, we will win!”

“Oh. This game may be important to you guys but to me, it’s whatever. Win or lose, I couldn’t care. You guys will be in trouble if you don’t win right?” He asks with a cocky smirk. “So, do you want me to throw the game?” ‘Oh no, you didn’t!’ you thought angrily.

“Throw it or give it your everything, it doesn’t matter. I will still win.” Kageyama retorts.

“It’s we!” Hinata corrects. ‘Exactly!’

“Such confidence!” Tsukishim says while chuckling. “I guess that’s the King for you.”

“DON’T CALL ME TH-”

“Oh~ so it’s true!” Tsukishima teases before lowering his voice. You tried to listen but you couldn’t hear him. ‘Tch, so annoying.’ The next thing you know, Kageyama is grabbing Tsukishima by the collar. ‘Alright, this is enough…’ you think before walking to intervein.

“Oi! Knock it off!” Everyone's attention goes to you except Kageyama’s, as he’s too busy glaring at the boy in his grip. Tsukishima doesn’t focus on you too long before continuing to smirk at Kageyama.

“Let him go Kageyama. He isn’t worth it.” You say calmly while glaring at the blond. Kageyama doesn’t budge. “Kageyama…” You sternly say. This catches everyone by surprise. Who knew this sweet girl could be scary? ‘Make sure not to get on her bad side: Check.’ they thought. Not wanting to be on your bad side, even more, Kageyama lets go of Tsukishima and walks away.

“We’re done for tonight.” He states.

“Kageyama…” You begin.

“What?! Running away?” Tsukishima fakes being surprised. “It looks like the King isn’t all he’s cracked up to be.” He continues smugly. He begins throwing the ball up in the air repeatedly. You give Hinata a look that says ‘Do it.’ He nods with a knowing smile as he runs up behind the blond, jumps, and grabs the ball in the air when it's above Tsukishima’s head. You smirk at the look of shock on your classmate's faces. While you walk up to Hinata he begins to rant.

“Stop with all this ‘King’ stuff! I’m here too! Don’t forget about me and (Y/-” You slap your hand over his mouth before he can say your name. Looking to Hinata, you talk to the pair in front of you.

“They’re going to beat you tomorrow, and I’ll have a front-row seat.” You say looking at Tsukishima with a smug look on your face. The shock on his face disappears just as quickly as it appeared. His signature smirk was plastered on his face.

“Oh, is that true?~” He bends down slightly to be more at your eye level. “Does the King have a Queen?~” His teasing comment causes everyone but the two of you to blush and wait for your answer. Even Kageyama himself wanted to know. If you said yes does that mean you have a crush on him?

“Why does it matter? Are you jealous?~”

“Tch. As if.” He responds standing up straight. He then begins to spout a bunch of crap about how ‘it's just a game’ and ‘let's have fun’ with the fakest smile ever. As he’s walking away he gets stopped by Hinata and he asks who he is. As Tsukishima introduces himself, Yamaguchi sneaks a glance at you. The intense look you have softens when you notice he’s looking at you. Sending you a small smile and a polite nod you refocus on the others.

When Tuskishima and Yamaguchi are gone Hinata starts to rant about how rude and frustrating Tsukishima is. He stops when he hears you begin to talk.

“Hey…” You softly say. “We’re going to kick his ass tomorrow!” You exclaim with extreme determination.

“Yeah!!” Hinata yells as Kageyama walks away.

~To Be Continued~

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