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whereianonymouslypostfics · 9 months ago

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Better Help

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.7k

Summary: You go to therapy

A/N: I feel like this was a long time coming...

Warnings: angst, mentions of previous trauma (and men better off dead), violence

The taste in your mouth makes you grimace before you can stop yourself. Despite it being a few days since you’ve smoked any pot, you swear you can still taste it. It’s probably in your head, but this thought reminds you of how frequently you’ve been smoking and again, you cringe at the thought.

You figure you deserve to be stuck with the foul taste of marijuana since it’s the reason why you’re here. You look around with an inaudible sigh before shaking your head at your own excuses. You shouldn’t blame your situation on anything but yourself. You knew that your constant smoking was no longer just for fun. You realized almost immediately when you’d rolled out of bed at 3 in the morning on a sleepless night that your hobby had become a habit. A coping mechanism.

Your trouble sleeping wasn’t new, but for a while it had only been intermittent. With Wanda away from work, and your physical recovery behind you, you thought that things were looking up. Then you’d started to have nightmares and instead of trying to face those, you’d stopped sleeping.

Whenever a nightmare woke you up, you’d get out of bed and take your dog up to the third floor to smoke with you. You didn’t really see it as a problem until it happened on a particularly stormy night, but you’d still found yourself standing on the deck with the rain pelting your face.

Wanda had noticed it too because of course she did. She never was one to be oblivious to important things, and she certainly viewed her wife’s coping mechanisms as important. She tried to talk to you about it once and you’d brushed her off and insisted that you were fine.

Your dreams about being abducted, shot, and killed were the same ones you’ve been having since you almost died. You dealt with it in your waking hours by trying to pretend like it didn’t bother you. Yet every time you crawled into bed next to your wife, you took almost an hour to fully relax.

In the end it was a joint decision for you to go to therapy.

Despite knowing that it was the right thing to do, you’d delayed the inevitable for as long as possible. You had trust issues, and you didn’t want to talk to someone who could potentially get you or your wife in trouble. You also just didn’t want to have to face the whole ordeal again.

Yet, talking about what happened to you was the first step of feeling better. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Still, as you sat on the couch in your therapist’s office, you’re not so sure anymore.

You risk a glance up at the older woman and have to stop yourself from flinching when you see her eyes are on you. You’re beginning to wish that you had Wanda here with you. You had considered asking her to come with you, and although you knew she would have, you figure that this is something that you should try to do on your own. You had burdened her with this enough as it is.

“What were you just thinking about?”

You can’t help but smile a little despite the fact that your thoughts had been rather dark. You watch as Dr. Moore lies back in her seat but holds your gaze as if daring you to lie. It may make you die a bit on the inside, but you’d promised yourself and Wanda that you wouldn’t lie today. Wanda had thoroughly vetted the brunette in front of you, and you knew that anything you said to her would be kept confidential.

You shift a little before uncrossing your legs with a sigh. You have been here twice before, but you have only hinted at the incident that you believe has brought you to a therapist. You have to admit that despite your reservations, you feel calm in this woman’s presence. She exudes a quiet confidence, and competence that makes you want to trust her.

“The dreams I’ve been having.”

Saying the words unsurprisingly brings your thoughts to the two men that have starred in the majority of your dreams for the past year. You frown at the thought and the idea of giving them this power over you, but you can’t help it. You would love to be unbothered by the mere thought of them, and you would give up a lot to put the past behind you. If only it was that simple.

You can tell by her silence, that she’s waiting to see if you elaborate, and you will. You just need a second.

Your mind wanders to Vision and his pompous assholery. You sigh at the fact that such a person had somehow become such an important part of your life. You hate to give him that privilege, but well you supposed he’d earned the right after having you shot. Right?

You ignore the urge to look over your shoulder as you clear your throat with a grimace.

“I guess the reason why I am here will depend on who you ask, but I’ve been having nightmares for a while. They’ve only gotten worse recently.”

You feel as this is a fair assessment. The dreams first started out pretty simple. You would be sitting in that room again, tied to a chair, but you would be alone. This lasted for a few weeks before you started to hear something outside the door. The voices were muffled and you couldn’t ever tell who they were, but somehow you still knew. You would be shaking by the time you woke up to the door opening, but the dream would end before you had a chance to see who it was. It didn’t really matter because you knew who it was and by the time the dreams progressed to having both Rumlow and Vision walk through the door you’d started waking up Wanda with your thrashing.

You’d told her about your nightmares fairly early on. It wasn’t worth the effort to lie to your wife. She knew you too well for you to get away with it. For this reason, you began to stress about worrying her. When you began smoking before going to bed to try and calm down, Wanda started to worry more. She asked you about it, but you hadn’t given it much thought. You were just trying to sleep better, so she’d dropped it. After all it was only once a week that you did it. At least in the beginning.

“Do these nightmares keep you up or keep you from sleeping?”

You don’t stop yourself from smiling at the question. You sometimes wish you could be as smart as other people. Being a vet wasn’t easy, sure, but sometimes you felt like you had no commonsense. Then there were people who just blew you out of the water.

You’re nodding before you’ve decided what to say, but that doesn’t seem to matter today. You’re more loose- lipped than you should be completely sober, but you figure it will help you in the long run.

“Both. At first, I couldn’t stay asleep, but then I delayed going to bed for as long as possible.”

The perceptive brunette simply nods before she scribbles something down in the notebook in her lap. You swear it was ‘insomnia’.

You cross your legs again and sit up impossibly straighter as you try to ignore the dread that’s welling up inside of you at the thought of getting to the details of your dreams today. You are embarrassed to say that you hate to sleep now because you fear that you’ll be faced with your two least favorite men.

You take a deep breath, but feel your chest tighten anyway as you meet your therapist’s gaze with as impassive a look as you can manage. You don’t need anyone to tell you how unconvincing you look.

“How did you cope with this inability to sleep comfortably?

You don’t realize you’re digging your nails into your thighs until you go to clench your fists. You sigh in defeat as you think about how close you came to deciding to drink a bit more. This didn’t last long because you thought that would feel worse. You thought that it seemed like more of a coping mechanism than smoking did. It doesn’t make a lot of sense when you think about it now.

Smoking had been a regular thing you did for fun with Yelena for years. It wasn’t until you weren’t able to do it after your surgery and during recovery that you thought that maybe it would help you. It did for a while, but you’d been using it as a crutch, and after last week’s incident, you’d be surprised if Wanda ever let you smoke again.

“I used to smoke weed fairly regularly with a friend, but that stopped for about a year. I picked it up again a few months ago to help me sleep.”

It didn’t sound as awful as you were hoping it would. It certainly didn’t shock you and make you wish that you’d never done it, and more important scare you off from doing it ever again. You regretted your decision to start smoking for solely this purpose, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the urge to continue. When you were high as a kite, you didn’t think about much of anything, let alone your nightmares.

“Did you find it helpful?”

You nod but then curse yourself when it aggravates your headache. You wish you were smart enough to make better choices. You don’t even really consider coming here a better choice since it was mostly a suggestion from Wanda.

“It helped for a while, but as with most things, overindulgence led to the development of other issues.”

Your doctor simply nods but doesn’t say or do anything else, which again, makes you think that she’s waiting for something. You hold back the urge to sigh as you make the mistake of reaching up to rub at your itchy eye.

“Shi-ow.”

You mentally kick yourself for your forgetfulness before closing your eyes and waiting until the pain in your face returns to a dull throbbing.

“How did that happen?”

Despite how embarrassing it is, you’d rather talk about this than the alternative, so you decide to divulge the truth.

“I fell. I was so high I tripped over my dog while trying to avoid a purple elephant or something and fell down the stairs.”

You have to laugh about it now because if you don’t you’ll just hate yourself. You feel better about yourself for a split second as you watch your doctor smirk at the thought. It’s gone so quickly though that you almost think that you imagined it. Not that this makes your black eye worth it.

“Was that the turning point that made you decide to seek other options?”

You want to say yes because certainly having your wife chew you out was enough of a reason for you to go to therapy. That said, you are well aware that Wanda was right, and that even if she hadn’t made you feel guilty, you would have ended up here eventually.

You knew Wanda was just worried, and having you nearly break your neck falling down ten steps likely took years off of her life. You weren’t upset with anyone but yourself for how you’ve been dealing with your stress. You liked to think you were smarter than that, but now you’re not so sure.

“Mostly. I also realized that if I couldn’t enjoy sleep, things would get worse fast.”

It was no secret how much you valued your sleep. You needed as close to 8 hours nightly to function, and to avoid being pissy. You’d had more caffeine in these past few months than you have in years, and still you were sleep deprived and cranky.

You watch your doctor write a few notes and you realize what’s coming next as soon as she looks at you again. You ignore how your heart starts to race.

“What are your nightmares about?”

Wanda sighs as she sinks further into the couch with a scowl. She’s staring at the clock above her just watching as every minute ticks by slower than the last. She’s wishing that she hadn’t sent you off on your own, but you had told her that you preferred it this way. She knew it was for the best, but she still felt guilty about it.

She feels guilty for forcing you to go to therapy. Well she didn’t force you, but practically blowing up at you last week had probably convinced you that you needed to go.

Although you were the one missing out on sleep, Wanda can’t remember the last time she’d been so exhausted. She was sleeping more than you, but it was never restful. She was constantly worried about whether you’d have a nightmare, or if you’d even be in bed when she woke up. She sighs again and watches as the dogs shoot her matching sad looks. You’d left Boone at home for obvious reasons, but given that it’s rainy outside, he really has nothing to do. Wanda half-heartedly pats the couch beside her and unsurprisingly the only one who budges is Rogue.

“Come here bud.”

She smiles as her dog comes up to sniff her before jumping up to sit next to her. She doesn’t mind sharing her blanket with him and she lies back and closes her eyes before trying to think about something other than how your appointment is going.

She hasn’t asked for many details because she didn’t want you to think that she felt entitled to an update. She worried about you, but she understood that sometimes you wanted to keep things from her for your own sake as much as hers. She knew that you didn’t want her to worry, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. When you turned to drugs instead of to her or someone else to cope with your anxiety, your nightmares, she couldn’t help but fear the outcome. She can’t say that she predicted something as drastic as you almost falling to your death, but luckily it seemed to wake you up.

Wanda opens her eyes again and groans at the fact that it’s only been 2 minutes since she last checked the time. She has at least another hour until you’re home, but she can’t think about anything else.

You can’t help but liken your story about Vision and Rumlow to someone telling their parents about being haunted by the thought of monsters under their bed. You feel embarrassed and even frustrated at yourself for feeling threatened by people that aren’t capable of hurting you anymore.

You stare at your hands and wait in silence as Dr. Moore processes what you’ve said. You told her the highlights of your history, but you didn’t name names or specify how you’d found yourself in the situation to be abducted and shot.

You’re not sure how much Dr. Moore knows about you. Wanda had only told you that she could be trusted, but what did that even mean? You suppose having her highly recommended from a mutual friend was good enough, but you still hesitated to speak freely around her. At least about certain aspects of your life.

You tell yourself that it’s mostly to protect Wanda and the rest of your family, but you do know that the idea of saying their names may be enough to send you spiraling. When the brunette across from you sits up and closes the notebook in front of her you frown in confusion. You’re not sure, but you have a feeling that your hour isn’t up yet. You don’t bother to look at the clock because the look on your therapist’s face tells you that even if it was time to call it a night, she wasn’t ready to end the discussion yet.

“Have there been others that have hurt you?”

You hadn’t been expecting this question but you don’t hesitate to nod as you think of the people that have come after you because of who your wife was.

You’re sure you’re imagining things when your scar starts to itch, so you ignore it while you consider the first time you were abducted. It wasn’t a pleasant experience, and you were only barely better off compared to the most recent time, but either way it came down to the same thing you supposed.

Wanda’s job had put you at risk, and despite acknowledging this and accepting it, you hadn’t been as prepared to deal with it as you’d originally thought. You realize now that you were often idealistic and too optimistic at times. You trusted Wanda completely which wasn’t a bad thing, but it left you vulnerable at times. Which wasn’t Wanda’s fault. You couldn’t put your complete trust in someone to take care of you. That wasn’t fair to them, and it was shortsighted of you.

You know it won’t be as much of an issue now that Wanda’s left her job, but you still are going to have to remember this for the future.

“A couple. This was the worst though. Since it was people that we trusted…at least one of them.”

You wonder how true that statement is. You never really asked because you and Wanda didn’t talk about what happened in depth. You didn’t want to dwell on it, and you hated Vision so you didn’t want to talk about him. You didn’t want to know how much your wife had trusted him only to be betrayed in the end. You think if she told you that she doubted him at times, that she suspected that he’d do something like this…that would have made it worse.

Dr. Moore seems to ponder this for a few minutes before she decides what she wants to ask. In that time, you’ve let your thoughts drift back to the time you’d spent days in a hospital bed barely able to breathe on your own. You think about how many weeks you had to take things slowly and stay at home so Wanda wouldn’t worry about you.

You look up at the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat. You realize that it wasn’t to get your attention and you quickly slip back into your slightly depressing thoughts. Wanda had made sure that Anderson paid for what he did, but in the end you couldn’t think about it. All of your energy went to getting better and you don’t think you even asked Wanda what she’d had planned.

“When did these nightmares start?”

Wanda’s still sitting on the couch when she hears the garage door open. Boone’s already on his feet running to greet you before she even gets a chance to sit up. She reaches out to scratch her dog’s head and nudge him off of her lap so she can stand. He whines in response, but he turns away so Wanda can move. She’s on her feet at the same time that the door opens and she turns to see you kneeling down to scratch your dog.

“Hi Boone. I know, I missed you too.”

Wanda watches as you stand and sigh before turning to her with a small smile. You can sense how stressed she is, but you’re exhausted and you could use a drink. Instead, you meet Wanda in the middle of the living room and drag her back to the unoccupied couch. You sit down and gently tug her down beside you before greeting her properly.

“Hey Wands. Miss me?”

Your wife can’t help but roll her eyes, but she nods nevertheless as she meets your lips for a quick kiss. She’d missed you the second you walked out the door, but she knew telling you that would only make you smug. More importantly it would give you something else to focus on when you both had something more important on your minds.

“Always. How did it go?”

You shrug as you lean back and rest your head against the cushions with a barely stifled yawn. You could go to sleep now since you hadn’t had any coffee today, but you know you have to at least finish this conversation. You know that Wanda doesn’t expect you to divulge everything that you talked about, but she does at least want to check in and see how you were doing. You felt as if you owed her at least that much.

“It was alright. I finally told her what the dreams are about, and she gave me an alternative to smoking when my anxiety is high.”

Wanda perks up a bit at this, and despite not looking at her you notice and smile in response. You could dwell on how guilty you feel about worrying your wife, or you could focus on trying to be better. You had been a little skeptical of the solution that your therapist had offered. It was only the beginning of feeling more secure in your life. Your smile widens at the thought of replacing drugs with something that you find more comforting. She had given you examples and told you that your homework was to figure out what you deemed an appropriate substitute.

“What did she say?”

You realize you misspoke, or at least misled your wife so you shake your head before turning to face her. You see how eager she is to hear good news, and you squeeze her hand with another shrug before offering what you hope qualifies.

“Well she didn’t tell me exactly what it was, but she told me to find something that I could focus on that made me feel safer, but didn’t pose the same risks as what I’ve been doing.”

Wanda frowns slightly but she nods slowly as she tries to think of what you’ll choose now that weed and alcohol are off the table. She’d already hidden your weed despite wanting to throw it out, but it was in the trunk of her car until she decided what she wanted to do with it.

“Did you come up with anything?”

You don’t offer a verbal response, but Wanda doesn’t protest as you shift slightly so you can pull her into your arms. You hold her for a few seconds before humming in response and kissing her cheek.

“I can think of someone, yeah.”

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atinylittlepain · 2 years ago

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Firehouse Harrington - Chapter 2

fireman!Steve x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ SMUT, angst, toxic relationship dynamic

a/n | gonna keep writing for this pathetic, sexy, messed-up man, that is all

Steve Harrington is puzzling. That’s the only conclusion she’s really reached. He’s taken her on more than a few dates, now seeing each other for a little over two months, and the stark contrast between the simply sweet gestures - always showing up with flowers, always opening doors for her, insisting on paying for her meal - and the downright nasty, bordering on violent sex sends her head reeling. She’s having a hard time discerning where he ends and where these staggeringly high walls he’s built begin. She knows he’s the last thing she needs right now. Her last year of college, grad school tentatively on the horizon. But Christ, she just can’t seem to get him out of her system.

She’s meeting him at the station tonight since his twenty-four hour shift ends at six. They’re going out for dinner. She’s learned that he doesn’t like movie theaters, concerts, or crowds in general, only tolerating bars when he’s good and drunk. She’s learned that she doesn’t like him very much when he’s drunk. So, most of their dates have been in quiet, hole in the wall restaurants, usually leading back to his uncharacteristically nice apartment. She didn’t think firefighters were exactly swimming in cash, but he seems to be quite comfortable. He had explained to her how he’s only on shift at the station three or four days out of the week, the rest of the time working at a mechanic’s shop. She knows he served, growing quickly accustomed to his dog tags dangling in front of her face, but he’s never told her anything about it. It’s difficult to get Steve to say much about himself.

When she reaches the station, she finds the garage open, Steve just stepping down from one of the trucks, all geared up, his jacket undone to show the damp, clinging t-shirt beneath. The first thing she notices is the soot smearing across his face. She hovers just at the edge of the garage, anxiously wringing the strap of her purse, the other men too focused on getting out of their ashy uniforms to notice. Steve glances her direction before doubling back to fully take her in. He always looks her up and down when he first sees her, like he’s practically devouring her whole. It makes her squirm.

He lets out a sigh, shuffling over to her in his heavy boots. He reaches for her, but his hands flex, thinking better of it as he’s still so filthy from wherever he just was.

“Hey, doll. I’m real sorry. We got called out this afternoon. Massive blowout in an apartment building. Can you give me like ten minutes? Just gotta get cleaned up for you and I’m all yours.” She swallows around a thickness in her throat.

“I-it’s fine. Steve, are you sure you’re ok to go out?” She reaches her hand up to tuck some of his damp hair back behind his smudged face, but he somewhat unkindly swats her hand away, she flinches.

“I’m fine. Just need to clean off. Why don’t you come wait inside, huh?” She nods, feeling both frustrated and floaty at how easily he takes control, renders her meek.

He guides her into the station. It looks like how she’d expect a house full of middle-aged men to look, comfy, lived-in, if not a bit sparse. She sits down in an armchair in what she supposes could be called the living room, watching Steve’s figure retreat up the stairs.

She’s starting to regret the dress she wore as the other men start to filter through the station, letting their eyes linger on her bare legs a little longer than she’d like.

“You Harrington’s girl?” An older man with a thick mustache walks up to her, sizing her up like a piece of meat. She clears her throat, trying to make herself as big as possible.

“I suppose I am, yeah, what’s it to you?” The man chuckles before letting out a low whistle.

“He better keep a close eye on you, sweet thing.” His grin makes her stomach twist unpleasantly. Another man sidles up, sitting down on the armrest of her chair. She leans into the other side, jerking away as he takes a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“What’re you going out with Harrington for, baby? Pretty little thing like you could do a whole lot better.” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest after flicking his hand away.

“Well, I’m really sorry, gentleman. I didn’t mean to bother you, but I’m just trying to wait for my date. So if you could, you know, fuck off, I’d appreciate it.” The men both laugh at her bite. Mustache shuffles forward, bending over until he’s level with her face. She does her best to meet his gaze, unblinking.

“Harrington better teach you some manners, honey. That’s no way to be talking to men. I suggest you show us a little more respect.” He grins again, crooked, beer-stained teeth and breath that reeks of cigarettes.

“And I suggest you get the fuck out of my face.”

“Now listen here, you little–”

“Michaels, Cahill, I see you’ve met my girl.” Both men immediately back off. Her stomach drops, knowing that Steve is not going to like what he heard one bit. He didn’t like her swearing, sure, but in the brief time they had been together, she had also learned that Steve was a violently jealous man with a very short temper. He offers his hand to her and she takes it, getting pulled into his side with his arm around her waist.

“You’ve got a real spitfire on your hands there, Harrington. Gonna have to hose that one down to handle the heat.” The two men laugh, slapping Steve on the back as they walk away, Steve’s face set in a tight smile that really looks more like a grimace. She sees the way his jaw is ticking. He pulls slightly away from her, taking her hand to lead her out of the station, a muttered “let’s go” is all she gets. What a great start to the night.

He hails them a cab outside, and when they get in, she furrows her brow at him when he gives the driver directions that are definitely not to the restaurant they were supposed to be going to. She goes to question him, but he cuts her off.

“We’re going back to mine. That ok with you, spitfire?” She swallows hard, a cold weight settling at the base of her spine. She nods, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. The hand not draped over her shoulder reaches up to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

“I asked you a question, bunny. And I expect an answer.” She does her best to steady her voice, but it still comes out a little shaky.

“Yes, Steve. That’s ok with me.”

The rest of the car ride is silent, Steve’s hand coming to wrap around the swell of her thigh. She hates to admit it, but even as much as his tough guy act upsets her, it also makes something in her twist, heat already starting to build.

Even when he’s pissed, Steve is still polite. He gets out of the cab first, jogging around the side to open her door for her, holding her hand all the way up to his apartment’s floor. But once they get inside it’s a different story.

The second he closes the door, he’s got her pinned up against it, palms framing her face. Normally, she’d play along, fine with skipping the date and going straight to fucking. She liked it as much as he seemed to, the intensity. But tonight, she was exhausted, hadn’t eaten since this morning because of her stupid class schedule, running around all afternoon trying to console and advise her hopeless freshmen, and had been really looking forward to at least some quiet, simple time with Steve. Plainly put, she wasn’t having it.

She shoves lightly at his chest, huffing above his head that had already dipped to bite and suck at her neck.

“Steve, Steve. C’mon, j-just slow down a bit. There’s no need to get so f-fucking worked up.” She knows it was the exactly wrong thing to say right now, but quite frankly she’s too tired to care. He freezes in what he’s doing, letting out a low scoff before leaning back to peer at her.

“What did I tell you about that mouth, baby? Embarrassing me in front of those pricks. Tell me, is that how you talk to all your little college boys, huh?” He’s brought one hand to rest right at the base of her throat, thumb pressing up the length of her neck.

“Wha– what are you talking about? What boys, Steve? I’ve only been seeing you. You know that.” He laughs and the edge to it makes her stomach clench.

“I don’t know, doll. With a mouth like that, I find it a little hard to believe you haven’t been whoring yourself out. Spreading your legs to whoever’s looking. Such a stupid slut.” This is new. Sure, Steve can be degrading in bed, but it’s always superficial stuff, never crossing some unconsciously agreed upon boundary. But this is starting to graze bone. She shoves him again, this time successfully dipping out from his grasp before whirling around to look at him.

“Jesus christ. You need to grow up, Steve. Quit being such a fucking tough guy for five seconds,” she scoffs lightly, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I need to sit down.” She turns to walk over to his couch but he quickly grips her wrist, pulling her back to him until her forearms are crashing into his chest.

“You don’t fucking walk away from me. You’re my girl. Mine. And when you talk to me you’ll do it with some fucking respect–”

She’s doing it before her brain can even process, arcing her free hand out and slapping him clean across the face, his head jerking to the side. He lets go of her, a look of shock dragged down his face.

“You sound just like them and it makes me sick.” She storms off down the hall towards his bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. Truthfully, she has no clue what she’s doing, or what she just did. She should have marched right out the front door, but now she’s stuck, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with her head in her hands. She can’t help the sobs that start to softly roll through her, a culmination of a terrible day.

She’s startled by soft knocks at the door.

“Baby? Baby, please come out. I’m so sorry, honey, please– will you please come out? I didn’t mean it, baby, I just– you know how I get– just still worked up from the job this afternoon, that’s all. Please, pretty baby, let me make it up to you? Please, honey.” Steve’s voice is soft, a mumbling murmur of pleas slipping under the door.

She doesn’t say anything. Wouldn’t know what to say in the first place. For now, she stays seated, counting her breaths, trying to calm down, to figure out what to do next. She can hear him let out a long sigh, and the sound of feet shuffling. It’s been maybe forty five minutes when she opens the door, finding him sitting right next to it, his back against the wall, his forehead resting on his drawn-in knees. She can’t help but notice how small he looks.

His head shoots up and if she didn’t know any better, she’d think he had been crying.

“I’m sorry, baby.” She sighs, kneeling down in front of him.

“It’s ok, Steve. I-I forgive you. But you can’t get like that everytime something upsets you. What you said really hurt. You call me your girl and I am your girl, but you have to trust in what that means.” He swallows thickly, nodding, allowing her to take one of his hands in hers.

“I do trust you, pretty. It’s everyone else I don’t trust. S’just, you could have anyone. So fucking smart, and beautiful. Sometimes I don’t get why you’re with me.” She squeezes his hand, scooting a little closer to him.

“Steve, I want you. Don’t care about anyone else. But I need you to trust me when I tell you that. Need you to talk to me about what you’re feeling instead of just taking it out on me. I do want you, baby, but not enough to stick around if you keep treating me like that.” Steve nods hard at that, slowly shifting to stand up, bringing her along with him. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug. Her cheek squishes right above his heartbeat.

“I’ll be better, baby. I promise. Be the kind of guy you deserve.” She sighs into his chest, letting herself relax into his arms a bit more. Steve pulls back just slightly to look down at her.

“You hungry, pretty?” She smiles, a bit sheepishly, nodding up at him.

…

They order chinese and have dinner on his couch. He feeds her bites of his lo mein and she can’t help but feel a sense of whiplash, looking at this sweet man who just a few hours ago was an angry mess. But he is sweet, just enough to put earlier this evening out of her mind.

He takes both their finished containers and sets them down on the coffee table, turning to look at her lazily smiling at him. He clears his throat.

“I really am sorry, pretty. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Never wanna hurt you.” She reaches out to card her fingers through his hair and his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

“I know, baby. I accept your apology. Just don’t do it again, yeah?” He nods, shifting on the couch until he’s pressed up against her, his arm around her shoulders. He drops a soft kiss to her lips.

“Wanna make it up to you, doll. Will you let me? Let me make you feel good?” She takes a sharp breath as his hand on her thigh starts to skirt up, her dress riding up her legs along with it. She nods, a hummed “mmhmm,” all it takes for Steve to slide down onto his knees in front of her.

He brings both palms to splay over the softness of her thighs, dragging them up and up until he finds the band of her panties. He doesn’t even have to say anything, she lifts her hips for him as if on command, letting him slide the light blue cotton down her legs, tossing them off to the side. It’s quiet, save for her broken exhales, as he guides the backs of her knees over his shoulders, shifting her hips down to the edge of the couch. He lets his lips drag along the insides of her thighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his simpering wake. He keeps getting frustratingly close to her cunt before dipping back to nip and suckle at her thighs. She lets out a long whine the next time he does it. He grins up at her.

“What is it, pretty? You gotta tell me what you want.” She huffs at his teasing.

“I want you, please.”

“You got me, baby. Gonna have to be more specific.” She pulls the one card she knows will stop his toying with her.

“I want your mouth, daddy. Please, daddy, need your mouth.” She can see the corners of his mouth flickering. Got him.

“Good girl. Daddy’s gonna give it to you. Anything you want, baby, just gotta ask.” He mumbles the last bit as he dips his head down, drawing a long arc through her folds with his tongue. She preens under the sudden contact.

Steve works her over with a desperate hunger, only pulling away to spit roughly at her cunt before chasing after the pooling wetness there. There’s a lewd squelching sound as he suckles on her clit, making her throw her head back in a low moan, digging her heel into his back.

“That’s it, bunny. Let daddy hear how good it feels, give it all to me.” He dips lower, fucking his tongue into her cunt and she gasps, fisting one of her hands in his hair, earning a low thrumming groan from him that burns through her core. His nose is catching her clit just right as he continues to lick into her before he draws his mouth back up, letting two fingers slide in where his tongue just was. She lets out a broken cry when he finds that spot inside her, stroking it with each thrust of his hand. He’s panting when he comes up for air.

“Want you to come on my fingers, bunny. Can you do that for daddy? Make a fucking mess of me, baby.” She whimpers, nodding frantically, her eyes scrunched shut as she rocks her hips against his face and palm, chasing a high that’s teetering dangerously close.

“Open your eyes, pretty. Want your eyes on me when you come. Be a good girl.” She does what he says, eyes blowing wide and the sight of him, hair a mess, cheeks damp with her, his pupils blown out, is enough to send her right over the edge. She cries out, hips lifting up, pulsing around his fingers before slowly melting into a breathless mess. Steve sits up on his knees, pulling her in for a kiss and she groans at the taste of herself on his tongue.

He murmurs for her to wrap her legs around him and she does, always surprised by his stolid strength when he lifts her up off the couch, carrying her to his bedroom. He lays her back on his bed, caging her in between his forearms as they meet in another kiss. He presses his hips firmly into hers and she can feel his hardness as he shunts his hips forward, dragging along her sensitive cunt.

She fumbles for the hem of his shirt before he gets the hint, peeling away from her to yank it off by the collar before unbuckling his belt. She quickly pulls her dress off over her head and when he dives back down to meet her, his mouth goes to lick over a peaked nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. She sighs, pressing her chest up towards his mouth, giving him the space to reach around and unclasp her bra before sliding it down her shoulders. He pauses for a moment, slack jawed, as he takes her in. His hand comes to her jaw before running his thumb over her bottom lip, he sighs.

“So fucking beautiful.” She takes his thumb into her mouth, sucking on it, earning a low grumbling moan from him before he takes it from her mouth with a startling pop.

He shuffles his jeans and boxers down his legs before hovering back over her, pressing the fat head of his cock through her folds. They both groan at the contact.

“P-please don’t tease me, daddy. Need it so bad.” He scoffs at her crumpled expression.

“I know what you need, baby. Daddy’s got you, huh?” With that, he lines himself up with her entrance, pressing forward. It always has been and continues to be a stretch, a pleasure that dips into pain as he digs his hips into hers, bottoming out. She draws her nails down his back, feeling him shudder under the delicate scrapes he’s sure to be left with. He dips his face into her neck, pressing chaste kisses along her jumping tendons.

“Can I move, pretty. Are you ok?” She gasps out a “yes” and he rolls his hips experimentally, a long, digging thrust that makes her eyes roll back. He grabs onto the plush of her thigh before guiding her leg to wrap around his hip, spreading her out for him. The pace he sets is slow but harsh, punches of his hips that send her rocking up the length of the bed. They’re wrapped in the sounds of their heavy breathing, the sloppy wetness of his thrusts into her, and the headboard lightly banging against the wall.

He brings the rough pads of his fingers down to swipe across her clit and she cries out, clenching hard around him. Everytime they fuck, she’s reminded that she’s never had anyone press this deep into her, a feeling that churns her insides and sets pleasure pooling in her stomach.

“Need to feel you, baby. Need you to come on my cock. Come on, pretty, let go.” His groaned words are all it takes for that pleasure to spill over for the second time, her arms pulling him down until he’s practically laying on top of her. He continues to grind into her, fucking her through her high in a way that keeps her pleasure thrumming at an almost unbearable high.

He presses up onto one hand, the other holding onto her hip in a way she’s sure will leave bruises. His hips are starting to stutter and she can tell he’s close.

“You’re mine, right doll? Tell me you’re mine.” She gazes up at him, dragging her fingers through his hair.

“M’all yours, daddy. All for you, baby. I’m yours.” He lets out a broken moan at her words, digging his face back into her neck.

“Fuck– say my name, baby. Say my fucking name.” “Steve, want you to come for me– p-please come for me.”

“M’close, baby– fuck– s-so close. Where do you want me?”

“Inside, wanna feel you, Steve– give it to me, baby– please, wanna feel you f-fill me up.” He lets out a warbly curse before pressing his hips into hers bruisingly as she feels his warmth start to spread inside her. He sighs into her collarbone, letting his lips dance across her skin.

They lay entangled for a few moments, listening as their breaths start to slow down. She winces as he pulls out of her, immediately feeling the way his spend drips onto the sheets. Thank god for birth control. He presses a firm kiss to her lips before getting up and stepping into the bathroom, coming back with a warm towel to clean her up.

He murmurs a sorry into the soft swell of her stomach when she hisses under his ministrations, already feeling the ache settling into her hips. He tosses the towel into his hamper, sliding on a clean pair of boxers and bringing one of his t-shirts over to her. They move silently, they’ve done this many times.

She offers him a soft smile as she slides the worn-out shirt over her head. Steve settles back into bed, pulling her to rest her chin on his chest. They share another small kiss before descending into silence. There’s nothing left to say. She wants so badly for him to have meant what he said earlier, that he’ll start to let her in a bit more. But she also knows they had a very similar conversation just last week, when they had gotten back to Steve’s place with him nursing a set of bloodied, swollen knuckles from the face of the poor guy who had tried to talk to her. Everytime, she swears that the next time he pulls something like that, she’ll leave and not look back. And everytime, he draws her right back in. There’s something in her heart for him that she’s not yet ready to press on, to speak aloud. Too afraid of what it could mean.

He falls asleep before her, the gentle rise and fall of his chest underneath her cheek. She shifts slightly to gaze up at him, one of the rare moments when his features are soft, at peace. She thinks that maybe there’s hope for Steve Harrington yet.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 1 year ago

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slides in here smh smh cant believe u asked for offers of a toolbox prompts after i went to bed. i feel like 28 feeling for each other in the dark has some nice potential, hit eclipse with mechanic being extra vulnerable and still reaching for him

I am Looking Directly

@naffeclipse tagging for the bloodstain fool

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Nightlight (1.8k words)

The mechanic didn’t normally do house visits. Generally it was safer for themselves to remain in the workshop, despite their infrequent little scouting trips over the rooftops on the lookout for animatronics in need of a helping hand. Without being able to know fully what they’d be dealing with when called over to deal with a problem, then they wouldn’t be able to properly prepare what tools to bring, and they couldn’t always rely on their pocket-sized pouch to be enough to fix whatever situation they found. Not everything could be fixed with a screwdriver and piece of cloth.

Eclipse, as with many other occasions, proved to be a special consideration. If anything because he knew exactly what the issue was - he’d caused it, after all. When he’d come by and asked for them to come with him to follow through to a safehouse to deal with a ruptured oil pipe in someone’s leg, his mechanic had given him a concerned look but packed accordingly, asking questions throughout. How was the injury caused? Was there other damage to wiring? How much of the pipe was damaged? Eclipse calmly responded to each question, watching another tool and wrench and solder kit drop into their duffel bag, until finally they were being shepherded out the door and under Eclipse’s guide as they followed him along the streets.

There weren’t often animatronic bounties to collect. But when they had enough blood on their hands to start rivalling Eclipse, then the problem had to be dealt with, and the payout was suitable enough. Maybe he was more lenient towards these ones because there was no satisfaction found in spilling oil rather than spilling sanguine. But also if he brought in animatronics with damage, then he knew deep down that they would be left in that state, no matter the severity. He would make sure his animatronic targets arrived at the precinct whole rather than holey.

It meant, this time around, he needed smaller and steadier hands to deal with the unwelcome opening in this particular bounty’s leg.

He hadn’t missed the way that the mechanic had stiffened up when they looked at the bounty, handcuffed to a pipe with a shoddy tourniquet sealing up the worst of the leak. He hadn’t missed how they hadn’t looked at him once during the process of talking with the bleary animatronic, soldering up the split oil pipe and rejoining broken wires. Even when Eclipse crouched down to hold the bounty’s leg when one of the wires sent spasms through the limb, his mechanic didn’t look up from their work.

It was a long hour.

“Okay. Okay, the fix is holding,” the mechanic said quietly, sitting back on their knees as they shut the leg panel. “Can you flex the leg for me?” The bounty stayed quiet, still on occasion glancing back to Eclipse as if expecting some sort of twist, but regardless stretched out the leg before pulling it back in close. The mechanic watched in silence, eyeing the panel for any beads of oil from a new leak. But none appeared. They were too good at their work to allow for any faults.

Nodding their head, they rocked back up to their feet, lifting their duffel bag along with the rise. Eclipse stretched out a hand to steady them, and while they didn’t pull away, the gesture wasn’t directly acknowledged. Instead they finally looked back to him with a stoic, blank face.

“He’s fixed. Can you walk me home…please?”

A favour for a favour. Eclipse gave his bounty one more look over, a glance that had a glower returned in kind, before keeping his hand on the mechanic’s arm and guiding them off towards the door.

Night had sunken well into the city, a blanket of darkness broken by street lamps and emergency lighting that pinpricked a few of the backstreets that Eclipse knew very well. With the neon buzzing overhead, his shadow stretched out over the walls and pavement, swallowing the presence of his mechanic who walked at his side. A space, imperceptible to some but cavernous to him, had formed between them.

“Are you scared?” Eclipse didn’t want to finish the sentence fully, but he asked nonetheless. For a minute, there was no reply, and the silence started to pick its fingers into his wires with a painful ache. A desire to pull them close, to immediately reassure them that there was no need for fear.

“Look, I knew you were involved in messy business from the day I met you,” they replied quietly, words matching pace with their stride as the pair followed the street. Two steps for every one of Eclipse’s. “I’ve known for every time you come in with another shot injury or buckled knuckles with blood on them. It’s…different seeing it in person.”

“Much messier than you imagined.”

“Yes.” They exhaled a sigh. “I don’t…tend to think too much about the rest of the city. I have patients to fix, paperwork to redo so my funds don’t get frozen, people to worry about. A lot of things go past me. Including the worst parts. I don’t like to be oblivious, I just…don’t have the capability of filling up my plate with things I can’t control.”

Eclipse turned his gaze away. Now it was his turn to be silent and ponder. The pair worked on two very different sides of the city’s coin. He cleaned, they watched. He broke, they fixed. He clenched a fist on things he desired control over, they stepped away to focus on what they did control. No ambition. Only helping hands covered in oil.

He glanced down at their hands. Due to the leak fix, they were monochrome black and grey, a sheen glinting over the skin whenever they passed under a street light. He would have to make sure they cleaned up properly once back at the workshop.

A hiss and pop sounded overhead. Both stopped in their tracks as one of the lamps let off sparks before going dark. All around in a wave without motion, lights blinked out from every lamp and window in the area. Nighttime flooded through the street, encompassing every space and form, swallowing everything in sight.

“A blackout,” Eclipse muttered, adjusting his optics. Nothing that would cause him issue - he could easily see without external light. He took a couple steps forward when a hiss of his name stopped him.

The mechanic had flattened themselves against a wall, leaning against the solid structure while they stared around. All of their sensibility and professionalism had gone out the window, leaving blind panic in its wake.

“Eclipse?” they whispered again. “Clip, I can’t see.”

Ah.

“I’m over here,” he spoke, and the response was immediate. Their head snapped up towards his voice and their hand reached out, patting at the air as they slowly moved away from the wall and their last point of security.

Despite everything they’d seen, they still trusted his voice to walk into darkness and find him.

Unwilling to let them continue with flailing around blindly, Eclipse reached back out and took their hand, letting them attach fully to his arm.

“I’ve got you,” he said quietly, taking their hands and moving them closer, up to his hip where they latched on once again. Even their head pressed up against him as they sank into his side. Though the gesture wasn’t necessary, he adjusted his coat, letting it wrap around them in a safer level of darkness. One hand clung onto his waistcoat, the other held onto the edge of his coat. Shaky panic breathing began to calm to something slower.

“Is this the part where you say that you’re scared of the dark?” he asked.

“No. The dark doesn’t scare me,” they replied. “It’s the helplessness that does it.”

That much was painfully true. Eclipse found the top of their head through the coat and rested his hand over them, prompting them to lean up against him again.

“Good thing I’m with you,” they said, and he could hear the smile in their voice. Another light tenderness ticked over in his servo.

“I’m not going to be able to walk with you like this,” he commented, thinking about their small gait and the awkwardness of having them attached to his hip like a child (and that thought prompted unwanted memories for certain). With about as much grace as possible with one person seeing and one person holding, he lifted them up into one arm, tucking up against him with their grip tight on his coat still. After a soft back and forth, repeated “Are you balanced?” and “I’m okay”, Eclipse continued down the route towards the workshop.

Sure, he could have walked with them until their sight readjusted to the lack of light, however long that would have taken. But now he held them close, and he could see how they kept their face turned against his shoulder, a hand flat against his collar instead of hanging on for dear life.

They were scared of helplessness and they leaned into him with the comfort of a lifeline.

His other arm wrapped up around them, a hand encompassing their shoulders, and his mechanic made a small sound of reassurance. The alleyways fled away under Eclipse’s strides, confident in his direction. No-one was around to see the pair, any humans having fled indoors with the lack of light driving them to the security of four walls and candles. It was just them in the darkness.

Soon he found a familiar door, and he set the mechanic down on the ground, for they had the key. But as they fumbled it out of a pouch, Eclipse knew that there was a much easier way about this. Crouching down just a bit, he wrapped his hand around their’s, the key teeth still visible. Although they glanced back blindly with an expression of surprise, they didn’t complain, letting him lead as he fed the key into the lock and let their hand turn the rest of the way.

Ushering them both inside, Eclipse locked the door behind with the right bolts and then continued his shepherding, settling the mechanic down on the sofa. Next was the fireplace, pulling sticks and logs out to feed into the engine’s maw, his lighter’s flame catching on the edges of newspapers to start feeding the fire proper. As the warm light crackled into existence, the mechanic drew in closer, drawn closer with a moth’s desire. Sitting down next to Eclipse, they once again leaned against him, and this time he quietly wrapped an arm around their shoulders. His precious raven.

“Thank you,” they said quietly.

“You asked me to get you home. So I did,” Eclipse replied. Favour for favour, that was how they worked.

“I don’t know, I think I owe you for this one,” the mechanic said, giving them a side glance. Not wary, only curious.

Eclipse mused, prodding the fire and prompting more of the twigs to fall into the flames, consumed into the light.

“I’ll think of something,” he finally murmured. His mechanic hummed in understanding, head tilting to rest on his torso. The fire crackled, light spread across the pair as the fire devoured all that Eclipse placed into it. To him, a maw. To them, a beacon. To both, a respite from the past evening.

#clockwork writings #bloodstain fool #offer of a toolbox #bounty hunter!eclipse #hehehehe enjoy the drabble snack~#answered #lavenoon #friendly neighborhood mutual

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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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Jewels made of stardust

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 4: I know better than to call you mine

Warning: Alcohol consumption, a Slap!

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

A/n: There’s a NSFW Part that I will post separately, totally not fully relevant to the plot. Feel free to skip! Have a good day!

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Poe sat nervously at the bar of the Cantina as he waited for Rhoswen to show up. The rest of Black Squadron already enjoying their drinks, Finn sat next to him as some form of moral support or possibly just to make sure he doesn’t do anything really stupid. At some point Poe wondered if she just said yes to get him off her back. And that’s when she walks in the door. Her normal attire switched out for something out going, a cropped green tank top that shows off her midriff, tight leggings and heels. Poe felt his jaw drop to the floor. She walked up to the bar and ordered something, a glass of Corellian Whiskey. Her emerald eyes glance over to him a slight smirk plays on her lips as she sees his astonishment. After getting her drink she approaches him.

“That surprised to see me?” She asked.

“N-no, Just wow… I’ve never seen you dressed like this.” He replies looking her up and down.

“Well I don’t go out much. Unlike some people.” She takes a sip of her whiskey as she eyes him.

To be honest she had to borrow each part of this outfit from different people because she actually doesn’t have anything that isn’t resistance issue, something of her mothers or one of her dad’s ratty jackets. But Poe didn’t need to know that. She was trying to give the full impression that she was fine, that she was doing good, that the idea of going out tonight didn’t actually nearly cause her head to explode, that she didn’t require an hour long pep talk in the mirror to get to the cantina.

For all Poe could tell however, she seemed more than fine, better than ever really. Full of spunk and sassy comebacks all night. She was even flirting with this one of the ship mechanics a girl named Myla. She was doing it mostly to piss him off. Which was working. As the night progressed it became obvious that both Poe and Rhoswen were drinking until the other left, which led to almost everyone else leaving before they did, and for the first time in a very long time. They actually sat together and talked. They were both several more drinks in then they should have been, especially for their first nice conversation in this long.

“Do you ever wonder why this didn’t work?”

“What didn’t work Poe?”

“You know…Us?” He gestures between the two of them.

“We work…we just currently work as rivals rather than friends.”

“What if I don’t want to be rivals anymore?”

“Well I don’t particularly want to be friends.”

“We used to be.” He takes a swig of his drink

“You know why we’re not.” She takes a sip of hers.

“I…yeah.” There’s a tense silence for a moment, before he looks at her. “What if just for tonight, we forget about all of it. Just one night.”

“That sounds dangerous…” She says with a laugh.

“Come on how bad can it be?”

Poe woke the next morning alone. As he sat up he looked around the room, no note, her clothes gone, no sign she was ever there. Should he be surprised? No. Was he mad? Most definitely. He got dressed quickly and starts to look all over the base for her. He finally tracked her down heading to the hangar.

“What the hell Red? What do you think you’re doing?” He asked as he approaches her.

“Going to the hangar? Is that against the rules now?” She asked like she didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

“Don’t get cocky with me. This morning, you just left…did last night mean nothing to you?” He asked quietly fuming as he pulled her into a side hallway.

“You said it yourself, ‘Just for tonight’…” She pointed out

“I- yeah but… I thought… are you saying you didn’t, y’know feel a connection?” He looked like the most pathetic man in the galaxy.

“No.” She lied, but she was a good lair. He looked hurt, like she’d just run him though with a lightsaber, then he got mad again. he pushed her against the wall and crashed his lips into hers. This made her mad and she right out refused to kiss back. She pushed him off her lips.

“Get your hands off of me!” She growls, they were drawing a moderate amount of attention now.

“Are you telling me the truth?! That last night… it meant nothing? At all? Because it meant a lot to me!” he starts shouting. She manages to push him off of her.

“What? Do you need me to get it tattooed on my ass? "I had sex with Poe Dameron" I don't have time for this. Life is full of disappointment. Get used to it” She yells as she turns to storm off. He grabs her wrist.

“No I’m not doing this again, I’m not losing you again!” he feels hot tears coming to his eyes. She turns back to him and slaps him across the face as she pulls her wrist out of his grasp. “I Said, get your hands off me!” She hissed before stalking off. Poe’s hand goes for the red welt on his face. He just can’t win this one.

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#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x oc #solo oc #star wars fan fiction #star wars sequel trilogy #Rhoswen Jewelace #Rhoswen #oc #Spotify #oscar isaac fic #poevember

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year ago

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Clockwork heart pt31

Part 30 here

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Wyrm: *in the Radiant Raiment, quietly standing still as the previously short and abrasive Endarie fits him with some clothes and gradually softens towards his naturally sweet and gentle nature* I like this, it doesn’t feel too tight or loose, I can actually move my arm!

Endarie: *outwardly her usual self but inwardly excited for the challenge of fitting around a prosthetic* yes, I can see how less skilled tailors would fail to account for such a complex and delicate system of mechanisms. *slides the robe off of him* and as promised it’s free of charge. It’s the least I can do as an apology for my sisters antics.

Taliesin: *leaning against the wall dressed in a fancy outfit, holding the wabbajack and trying to hide a literal pelvis in his bag* Oh truely it’s no bother. It was certainly worth the trip across town. And Um, I understand. That inquiry might take a little longer than a few days. Correct?

Endarie: yes yes. *helps Wyrm down from the platform she had to raise him up on to meet her height* You’ve given me the measurements I needed however if you don’t have the time to linger around the city and wait for their completion I can have them delivered.

Taliesin: Ah, that would be best given the- uncertainty of what the events of the following weeks might be. Have them sent to Urag Gro Shub at the collage of winterhold.

Wyrm: please?

Endarie: *heart melting at how polite the dunmer is* Very well I’ll have it arranged.

Taliesin: *nods finding it endearing how Wyrm doesn’t fully understand the sharpness and undertones of altmeri conversation, mistaking a statement without without pleasantries or imperial manners as rude or abrasive* Good, we’ll return in a few days. *steps back towards the door and opens it up waiting for Wyrm*

Wyrm: *smiles up at Endarie as he walks by* thank you ma’am! *hurries to taliesins side and walks out with him*

Endarie: hm. What a cute young Mer.

Taarie: His boyfriends not bad looking either~

Endarie: gods there you go trying to wreck another home. *lifts the special request note with measurements out of her pocket* hm. Do we have any silk crescent needles left? It’s been a while since I’ve made ballet slippers.

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *staring at the note quietly as voryn finalises organising rooms for them* …

Voryn: *walks over to him as he descends the staircase* I saw him.

Nerevar: *pockets the note* Upstairs?

Voryn: balcony. He’s definitely the prince of the dominion but-

Nerevar: but what?

Voryn: he’s… unguarded. Completely unguarded.

Nerevar: what?!

Voryn: I’ve sensed every corner of this entire inn. Not a single trace of a spy, a guard, nothing. And if he does have guards and they’re disguised as the drunks at the bar- *grimaces watching one of said drunks vomit over the floor* they’re- awfully convincing in their act.

Nerevar: *sighs* what should we do?… wait for Wyrm?

Voryn: I… I think we should. He… *steps away from him and slowly glances out up to the balcony to see the high elf seated there still, leg bouncing with visible anxiety* … *walks back to nerevar* I don’t think he’s a threat…

Wyrm: whose a threat?

Voryn: *jumps and spins around to see Wyrm standing behind him* Gods even out of your armour you’re a sneaky little scrib. I’m this close to tying a bell to your braid!

Wyrm: *snickers* sorry.

Nerevar: *chuckles* Our rooms have been organised. I take it everything went well, you look- different.

Taliesin: *hands Wyrm the wabbajack as he tosses the hip bone in the trash* Dont ask.

Nerevar: I- where did you get- and the pelvis-

Wyrm: oh a crazy wood elf gave it to me and asked me to find his master for him, we were already going up there so Tali could show off an outfit for the high elf ladies at the clothing store and we had to sneak into a haunted part of the blue palace and I fell into an oblivion portal and played a few games with sheogorath! He was very nice. Then when I came out I had this cool staff and- *reaches into his bag pulling out a whole wheel of cheese and a strawberry tart* this!

Voryn: I- How did you- you were gone for only a couple hours and-

Nerevar: *grinning past his concern with an amount of pride only he could understand having experienced much the same in his time as the nerevarine* That’s all the time it takes for something interesting to happen. At least neither of you got hurt.

Inigo: Erm- speaking of getting hurt.

Everyone: *turns to see inigo standing there trying not to laugh and beside him, an extremely pissed off swordsman with red splotches all over his face and a swollen eye*

Voryn: WHAT. HAPPENED?!

Kaidan: *points to inigo* Ask. Him.

Inigo: *snickering* he was flirting with the young lady at the potion shop and taking too long. We promised to meet back here in only a couple hours but it’d be all day at the rate he was going. And when he ignored me reminding him I threw a fungal pod at him.

Kaidan: gobshite.

Inigo: horn dog.

Voryn: *sighs and rubs his temples* just- sit down the 3 of you, order some lunch, a drink or just- do something and don’t draw attention to yourselves please. *turns to face wyrm before looking at nerevar* …

Nerevar: *nods and pulls out the note* He’s upstairs… are you sure you want to meet with him?

Wyrm: *takes the letter and looks at it for a moment* has… Delphine’s contact turned up yet?…

Nerevar: *shakes his head* not a wood elf to be seen.

Wyrm: *looks back at the letter before nervously taking taliesins hand* I don’t know… how to address him or what to do?

Taliesin: *smiles and squeezes his hand* I’ll come up with you.

Nerevar: us as well. If he wants to try anything, knowing potential war with morrowind is on the table change his mind…

Wyrm: *nods up at him before letting go of taliesins hand and walking up the stairs, the three following behind him cautious of any potential negative outcomes ahead as he crests the second floor and freezes in place* …Wow.

Caryalind: *glances up from his book, spotting the unusual dunmer first, then the note in his hand second* Ah I see you got my- *pauses watching as Taliesin steps into view, followed by the head of the 6th house now mourned, and the literal king of morrowind* -Letter.

*a few hours later*

Kaidan: *swelling finally gone down enough for him to see out of his eye again* They’re taking too long… this whole situations making me uncomfortable.

Inigo: are you sure it is not the rash that is making you uncomfortable?

Kaidan: I’m being serious inigo. They’re up there with the literal son of the dominions overlord. What if he finds out about the soul of lorkhan? Or the fact he’s sotha sils reincarnation?

Inigo: I… I know my friend im just trying to lighten the mood. Im sure it’ll be okay.

Kaidan: say that to the scars on my bac-

Wyrm: all done! *hops down the steps and bounces over cheerfully* Guys this is Caryalind! He’ll be joining us on our trip!

Kaidan: *looks over and chokes on his ale* fock he’s cute-

Inigo: what was that my friend~?

Caryalind: Ah hello there.

Kaidan: Fock off.

Caryalind: And… off to a great start I see. Great.

Nerevar: Wyrm, he’s here.

Wyrm: *turns around to see nerevar gesturing in the direction of a wood elf in the corner* oh u-um. C-Caryalind?

Caryalind: *looks at him, then at nerevar, then over at the bosmer, then back at him before it suddenly clicks* Oh- were enacting the plan now? Right- yes-. *follows after Wyrm and nerevar, joining them at the bosmers table*

Wyrm: hi um, our mutual contact sent me.

Malborn: I? You. You’re the one she sent? Either of your companions here I can understand but you?

Wyrm: y-yeah I get that often.

Malborn: *sighs* fine just- give me whatever you need to sneak into the party okay?

Wyrm: that’s, kind of the thing though. There’s been a change of plans. I won’t need to sneak anything into the embassy because-

Nerevar: *gestures to Caryalind* Well be the ones sneaking, him, in.

*that evening*

Delphine: I cannot believe you! I cannot believe this is actually happening! You railed me to the ground about how much ‘shame I bring the blades’ and you’re here working with the literal prince of the al- *shuts up as the point of Nerevars blade touches her throat*

Nerevar: At this point Delphine. I trust him more to keep my son alive. Then I do you. One more word out of your mouth in disagreement and we’re leaving. The whole reason we are here is your paranoia, And your paranoia alone. *pulls his blade back, sheathing it and handing it to voryn*

Voryn: *glares at Delphine before pulling nerevar into a soft kiss* Come back safely… I’ll be waiting with the others…

Nerevar: *nods* I’ll bring him back alive… I promise… *turns his gaze back to Delphine for a moment* And for your sake… You’ll want to hope. Wyrm finds something worthy of you wasting our time… *climbs up into the carriage with Caryalind* let’s get going…

Caryalind: *nods and fixes his cape over Wyrm a little more*

Wyrm: *dressed in his guild armour, downing an invisibility potion, ready and praying he’ll survive on his own and wishing Taliesin was with him* teacup…

#Wyrm dragonborn #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #inigo skyrim #Caryalind skyrim #nerevar #voryn dagoth

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green-crow · 10 months ago

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Posting in AO3 is way too intimidating to me because it's full of such great writing so. I'm just gonna. Leave this here instead of there and run. First chapter of my Inscryption fic:

Lost little fawn

Another flying ant fell as they slammed their palm against it, killing the bug against a nearby tree. They wrinkled their nose and cleaned off the goo from the bug, feeling repulsed by it. “I hate this stupid forest.” They mumbled under their breath, fanning their hands to keep the bugs away. “Botopia didn’t have bugs.” They lamented, and with their next step, their hoove fell into a mud puddle. They groaned in annoyance, taking their hoove out of the wet dirt and shaking it to clean it off momentarily. Botopia didn’t have mud, either. But then again, they hardly belonged there anymore.

With a sigh, they continued walking through the rough path. Their bag felt heavier than ever as they carried it on their back, but leaving it was hardly an option. In a way, they wished that the bag had been heavier. It carried everything they had ever owned, after all.

Their ears perked up and moved at every tiny noise from the forest. A snap of a twig, ruffling of leaves, anything. They felt unsafe in the woodlands and would not let their guard down. Who knew what creature could leap out from the darkness and attack them? They were clumsy enough as is, with those bothersome new hooves and legs to get used to that still made them lose their balance occasionally, even after days of walking. The uneven terrain did not help at all. They didn’t need a beast chasing them on top of that. A grizzly, a wolf, hell, even a stoat could overpower them in that moment —stupid forest and stupid beasts and stupid everything.

They missed the factory. The loose dirt underneath their hooves was nothing like the cold metallic floor they were used to, just like the air filled with the smell of melted materials compared to the damp atmosphere they were in right now, scents of different beasts surrounding them and merging, making the task of figuring out what exactly lurked behind the shadows impossible. They missed the clanking of machines or clogs moving in unison, their ears finding patterns in those familiar sounds they never thought they would sicken for. Instead, now they were enveloped by random critters and cries, their head snapping every once in a while to an unexpected direction just to check they were still safe. Nothing followed a pattern in that disorganised hell. How did nature bloom in such chaos yet refuse to do so in the factory, where everything and everyone had its place? Nonsense. But then again, they weren’t complaining about that. Botopia was much better than those lands, full of disgusting lifeforms. Inferior and frail ones. Imperfect.

Yet, for as much as they missed their home, a subtle pain settled down in their chest. They stopped and looked down at their new legs. P03 had no sense of empathy or care for its people, that much they had realised too late. They scolded themselves yet again. Looking back, volunteering for P03 to test a new card mechanic had been stupid. More than stupid, idiotic. Ridiculous. Nonsensical. Mindless. And many other adjectives of the same meaning. Of course, it had seemed like a bright idea at the time. They were P03’s favourite, were they not? It had taken them in as one of its own robots, despite being fully human. And they had not disappointed. They had learnt from the scrybe of technology. Later on, it taught them, but they had to use other methods initially. Seeing parts of plans, overhearing conversations not meant for them, sneaking glances at code. And each time, they had returned to their beloved scrybe with a solution for its worries. A fixed version of the code P03 had tackled from the wrong angle. A list of vulnerabilities that could arise from the plans it made. P03 was at first angry at them for interfering, jealous even that they could spot things a robot as perfect as itself could not.

But those feelings soon faded, being replaced with pride as the scrybe realised they had no ill intent and only meant to help. To learn from it. P03 saw greatness in them. It told them if they worked hard enough, they could become the best apprentice in the factory. And they did. They worked hard, harder than any machine or living being. They offered to be P03’s lab rat, both when it came to trying out new game mechanics and strategies. So, of course, when the robot requested a volunteer to try out a new game mechanic, a sort of bonus that would let a robot turn every other turn into a beast… Well, they were the first and only ones to present themselves. To test the machine, P03 first had to ensure it worked on living beings, be they robots, humans, beasts, or, paradoxically, skeletons. Then, it would move on to test it on cards. They didn’t understand the process perfectly, but that’s why P03 was the scrybe, and they weren’t. They understood technology but not quite magic, let alone the mix of the two. P03 knew better. It wouldn’t endanger its most precious apprentice just because of a possible game mechanic, right?

Things did not go according to plan.

And now, here they were. In the middle of the woodlands, cold, tired, angry. Betrayed. They kept walking, the soft moaning of the wind caressing their ears, the sound of their hooves hitting the dirt echoing through the forest. Not long after, they finally reached it —the dreaded cabin in the woods. Property of Leshy, scrybe of the beasts. The only hope they had left.

They stared at the door, hesitating. P03 had refused to aid them after the machine malfunctioned, saying that the piece of machinery was a priority, along with the game mechanic. They had then travelled to the tower of mages and wizards, but Magnificus had apparently been too busy “training” his students to even look at their problem. Then they went to Grimora, and while the old lady had been far more affable than anyone else, she could not do anything to aid them, as her powers had little to no effect on the living. Alas, they found themselves before the door of the scrybe of the beasts. They had learned to hate Leshy and all he stood for. P03 had told them how ugly nature is, how imperfect it is. Yet P03 had turned its back on them, and Grimora had suggested visiting Leshy. They had nothing to lose, after all.

With a heavy heart, they knocked on the wooden door and waited.

Welp, there it is. The main character is my newest OC so I'm still getting used to writing them, but I think I like how it ended up. This would take place in a state of the game equivalent to act 2, not sure yet if I want it to be right before Leshy taking over or a different state of the game altogether. I have a rough general idea of where I want to take this, but for once Im enjoying writing as I go, so who knows where this could end up at. If you are still here, thank you for reading! <3

#inscryption #writing #inscryption oc #writing wip #p03 #leshy #fanfic #ao3 intimidates me and Im too much of a pussy to post there #feedback appreciated

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quillheel · 1 year ago

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[storm] (Ryuji or Goro!) - @fantomevoleur

[ storm ] sender sees the awful weather conditions outside and insists receiver stay the night and ride it out.

“ You have to be joking. “ is the first thing that comes out of his mouth.

The remark is incredulous, a tinge of suspicion on the underside of his tongue, and perhaps only distantly patronizing, depending on how you looked at it. perhaps a challenge, beneath that, beneath his teeth like nerve roots lined with arsenic. a challenge to force his hand, a challenge to convince, a challenge, challenge, challenge.

or maybe it’s not there at all, but still, he raises a brow at Akira, hand resting on the long-since-closed cafe doorknob, collar popped in preparation against the snow hailing outside. the balls of ice tap the glass panes of windows like many unseen fingers. It makes Akechi antsy.

wine red eyes glance back out the window, watching as heavy snow falls, the creep of cold running out from under the door and tracing lines up his leg. his head cocks ever so slightly, the way it does sometimes when he’s studying, or more specifically, when he’s analyzing.

he wasn’t dressed for this kind of weather. ━ clothing warm but not warm enough even with his collar standing proud and hands tucked away only for so long, but not long enough out beneath the sky, anyway. he’d have something like 20 minutes at best at a time, hail no doubt making traversal trickier with boots not quite ready for ice. transport would be slowed too, and perhaps soon to come to a halt entirely as mechanisms freeze up. ( what time was it again? eyes flick to his watch : 6:47pm. ━ he shouldn’t have stayed this long. what was initially intended to be a brief stop before heading out again had turned into conversation, had turned into discussion, had turned into hours longer than intended. Fuck him, he should’ve left before sundown. he knew better, knew his timings, what to expect, and yet… and yet… )

he’d have maybe 40 minutes to an hour to get out there before it got unmanageable, and the city untraversable with it. ━ you’re already late, Goro, you need to go now. look him in the eye and stop beating around the goddamn bush, why don’t you?

Akechi looks back, back straight and chin ever so slightly forward and eyes steady on Akira; the way rifle sights are on game; the way he looks when he’s already made up his mind. His gloved hand never leaves its resting place ‘pon the handle.

“ It’s just a little snow, Akira. “ he starts his case, smiling, fully intending to turn this either into an easy victory or a war, depending on how stubborn Akira feels tonight ( or how much he pisses them off ) “ I have somewhere to be tomorrow, it’s not like I can just stay the night, and even if I did and could get there in time, it’d be an interesting kind of headache to excuse myself walking out of a cafe before it’s even opened with one other known tenant, wouldn’t it? Especially when that tenant has a known crimical record. “ yowch, Akechi, talk about a low blow. you might as well have just said being seen with you would be a bad look for my image. ━ He feels bad for all of a second before continuing, “ Not to mention there’s no telling the roads will be cleared up or the subway in usual order by the time that happened, regardless. “

“ Really, It’s only going to get worse. If I don’t leave now, I’ll just be making it more difficult for myself later. Plus, unless I’m wrong, you only have one bed up there. “ Akechi raises an eyebrow, which makes it feel only slightly more incriminating than it is, by sheer virtue of Akechi being the one to point it out. He waits, then, for either reluctant defeat or a court battle. ━ their choice, really.

#HI IM SORRY HE'S LIKE THIS HE'S SUCH A LITTLE BITCH #i went with this being like early to mid game-? im not sure as im not done with the game yet #(ive been delayed for so long that ive only hit Right after the buffet scene after kamoshidas palace <//3)#so im probably gonna be a Lil vague just bc. i dont know all the details BUT i hope this works!!!!#lmk if there's anything you wanna discuss or change!!#━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.#fantomevoleur #MUSE / Goro Akechi #ROLEPLAY / Goro Akechi #━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.#━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.#p5 //

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glamphantasm · 1 year ago

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MC Monday Prompt 5: MC decides it’s time to introduce their favorite to the ones they’re closest to in the human world. What happens? Do they know the favorite’s not mortal? How do MC’s loved ones react?

(Changing this up some - we can't travel between the Realms at this point, and I'm trying to keep these all in the same chunk of the timeline).

Kai had left the House of Lamentation shortly after the disaster that was his early evening. He had stayed in the hall outside the room he used to call his own, half waiting, half dreading, seeing if anyone would check on him.

He wanted

(so much. too much.)

to feel like he belonged. Like he still had anywhere to feel safe, to feel loved- safe.

All of the brothers carefully avoided the corridor as they dispersed.

Kai wandered aimlessly on his way back to Cocytus Hall, stopping to browse different shops on the way. He ignored the comments and looks from random demons, truly finding himself incapable of caring at the moment. Mostly, he knew he was avoiding going back to the Hall, and seeing as the brothers would likely avoid him for a few days,

(who could blame them? that was a fucking lot coming from essentially a stranger)

the outburst running on an endless loop on his head;

(fucking potion. fucking asmo turning me into a show)

which meant being stuck with Solomon.

(fuck)

He was too tired to be angry. Too tired to care anymore. Kai could feel the effects of the potion waning, and was relieved by that, at least.

The DDD chimed in his pocket, a mystical sort of whoosh sound. He sighed, sparing the device a glance. The text showed on the lock screen:

"Went out with the angels. Will you be home soon? I can bring back some takeaway?"

Kai rolled his eyes, quickly replying, "If you want. I'm not feeling great, going to go back to the house and sleep for a week. I don't need anything."

Three dots bounced as Solomon responded. Stopped. Started. Stopped again. The message that finally appeared was short. "Oh. Ok."

Kai jammed his phone roughly back into his pocket and took the direct route back to Cocytus, shouldering the purchases he'd made on the way.

Climbing the stairs of the Hall felt like it had taken forever. Getting to the door took even longer. 102 steps from front door to bedroom. Almost there.

Kai dropped the tote just inside his door before locking himself in, barely resisting the urge to wedge a chair under the handle.

(the distance isn't enough, a wall, you need a wall...)

Ignoring the thought, Kai grabbed the bag, taking it to the bit of counter between the bedroom and en suite where he had set up a small kitchenette, intended to minimize breaks. He flipped the switch on the kettle, letting the water heat as he unpacked the bag. Four boxes of teas, shelf to the right of the kettle. Two cans of vegetable soup, upper cabinet. Pickled vegetables (two jars), springy, translucent noodles (three packets, bringing the total to four) in the mini-fridge. Two eyeliner pens on the vanity, parallel to the mirror. Packet of razors (six) in the drawer to the left of the bathroom sink.

The kettle bubbled quietly before clicking off.

Kai stared at the now-dozen boxes of tea on the shelf, standing motionless for several minutes before reaching for one at random. The preparation was meticulous and nearly mechanical.

Walking to the the bedroom, he set his cup down on the nightstand beside his DDD, before sinking down on the edge of the bed.

(i can see the castle beyond the window. i can feel the fabric of my pants against my legs. i can smell the tea steeping and the soap on the bathroom sink. i can hear the kettle ticking as it cools. i can...)

This thought process was repeated for several minutes before he took a deep, shaking breath, returning fully to the present.

Sighing, Kai picked up his phone by reflex, scrolling through the contact list. Every face that went by opened a new wound. His old psychologist always said he didn't have a varied enough support network.

(last laugh is all yours, doc)

As he came to the end of the list, Kai bit his lower lip.

(this won't work, there's no way this will work)

He opened a new message, to the only contact fully separate from his current drama - one he had added to every phone he'd had since he was 17.

Kai curled up on his side and began to type.

(this won't work, this won't work)

The silence stretched to minutes before there was the chime of a response.

(it's a coincidence it's my notice that i can fuck off and i'm kicked out of everything...)

Kai dragged himself off the bed, looking around the room. He perched himself on the vanity chair in an artful sprawl, back to the mirror. The lights of the sprawling city reflected through the windows, carved gilt mirror edge and luxurious antique furniture captured in reverse as the shutter snapped. He knew he was an absolute mess, but sexy trash was an old standby facade.

He sighed, going through his folder. Kai smiled, a bit sadly as he selected a favorite - a picture taken after one of Diavlo's parties, one that had gone well. A semi-posed candid shot, taken before any of them had realized. Kai had his arm around Lucifer on one side, and Asmo on the other. All three looked relaxed and happy, if a bit drunk and disheveled.

It was after he hit send that he realized his mistake.

Kai held the phone to his chest, curling up into a tight ball, concentrating on breathing until exhaustion claimed him.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me oc #mc monday #monday is a state of mind #kai is not well #soundtrack for this one: MSI - It Gets Worse

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magical-awesome-kid · 2 years ago

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Unknown to the League, Danny was sweating bullets because, even though he's super powerful, that's still fucking Superman and Batman and Wonder Woman. He's afraid that they'll somehow figure out he's a halfa, where he works/goes to school, and decide to fuck up his life.

So, Danny organized a little... distraction. In case he needed A) A reason to bail because he was overwhelmed and therefore could have the other ghosts politely escort them out, or B) A reason to get a break if this got long and boring.

Turns out, the answer was B.

Every thirty to forty-five minutes, another Rogue comes bursting in. Through windows, through walls, through the ceiling. Box Ghost somehow got a box in the room while Danny wasn't looking and then used said box to 'haunt' Danny. After the first two break-ins, Batman puts two and two together.

These are people Danny considers Family, and, like Bruce at a Gala with his kids, they're all finding ways to break him out for a bit.

So by the third interruption, Bruce doesn't even flinch. He's already got hands grabbing Clark and Diana to keep them from jumping up. The roars of a motorbike are followed by Johnny flying through the front door, breaking it, and sending splinters everywhere (except Phantom somehow had already thrown up a shield to perfectly protect everyone present from getting splinters). Johnny yells about Kitty "dumping him for the babypop" and Kitty yells about "Johnny being an Ass" and somehow it becomes Danny's problem.

"Shouldn't we be more worried about the Ghost King constantly being attacked?" Clark whispers to Bruce as the next ghost flies in twenty minutes after Johnny and Kitty made up and offered to grab everyone some human-safe snacks, which mainly consisted of a lot of chips and dips and sodas when they got back. Danny had been discussing the finer points of their agreement would be, such as assistance with world-ending threats in exchange for the repeal of anti-ecto laws and filing Ectoplasmic Entities under the Meta-human Protection Acts, when a mechanical being tore down a wall and threatened to hang the king's pelt on the wall of his office.

Bruce noted how the King avoided getting in line of shot with the table behind him, and, when he did, the Hunter hesitated and let the Boy King fly over further before firing. Then the boy King shot off the metal-man's firing arm just as Ember booed, throwing popcorn. Johnny and Kitty were divided, the boy cheering for Danny as the girl cheered Skulker.

"While I can tell you that they are likely honestly duking it out, I highly doubt the King is in any danger." As he said this, Danny punted the robot's head out of a window, and the three fully-living members at the table noted that little legs were flaring out from said head. The robotic body crashed into the floor, and the three ghost teens at the table were in various states of cheers, boos, and money exchanges. "In fact, I think the interruptions are quite planned."

Diana cast Bruce a glance. "A show of strength?"

Bruce shook his head slightly. "More an excuse to get out of boring obligations for a moment."

Clark's eyes widened for a moment before grinning. "Speaking from experience?'

Batman gave a small "hn" before Danny sat back down. "Your grace, you have a cut on your forearm." Batman pointed out. "Would you like a moment to clean up?"

The cut was small, barely more than a scrape, with a small drip of ectoplasm oozing out, but the Boy King looked and covered it with his opposite hand, a green blush on his face. "Sorry, new tech caught be off-guard."

Batman reached into his utility belt. While he had actual medical supplies, he also knew that one of his kids had found it funny to replace all of his normal pre-packaged bandages with cartoon ones. He offered the Young King a large enough patch to cover his scrape.

Danny took the bandage, examined the exterior for a moment, which was rather plain, before cracking the sterilized outer package opened. He burst into laughter as he unwrapped it fully - a bandage about three inches by two inches with a very obvious Hello Kitty pattern. The Boy King rolled up his sleeve and slapped it on his arm. He then kept his arm exposed, even as his suit knit itself up, and continued the conversation as if nothing happened.

Well, Kitty did sneak around and ask for bandages a few minutes later. Not because she was hurt - no, the damage Phantom had done to her previously was already gone - but she did take great joy in sticking them on herself. Soon enough, the other ghosts, as well as more that showed up and stayed, were demanding that, as part of the agreement, that they get cool bandages as well.

Bruce left the meeting with a new sense of ease around the Boy King. While strong, perhaps stronger than many League Members combined, he was someone with intense need to do good, a child at heart, but not one easily swayed. He'd still look into contingency plans, just in case, but, as he asked Alfred to pick up one of every child-branded box of bandages on his next trip to the store, he was sure that the young king would do his best for everyone involved.

Okay but listen

The Ghost Zone is vast

Infinite one might say

Almost none of its residents met their new King before he was crowned

So like 99.9% of all the ghosts are very respectful of young King Phantom, he’s done great things, saved us from Pariah, 10/10 would crown

The remaining 0.1% is Danny’s Entire Rogue Gallery

And some of ‘em, some of the less common ones aren’t really sure where they stand now, so they won’t give him a reason to fuck them up

The others? Like Johnny and Ember and Technus and Youngblood and Wulf?

That’s their fucking Babypop

King Babypop if he whines but they’ve known him waaaay too long to give a shit if he’s the king

What I’m saying is the Justice League somehow get to the court of the Ghost King to ask him for something, it’s extremely impressive

The buildings are magnificent, the ghosts are their weird and wonderful selves, and every single one of them speaks of their new liege with wonder and appreciation

They make their way to the throne, he looks young but regal with a blazing blue crown on his head and a council of obviously very powerful beings at his sides

Beside the throne is just a fucking brick shit house in plate-mail with a massive sword ready to cut them down if they breathe wrong to the king

The hall falls to respectful silence when this young king speaks

And then half way through the meeting a fucking rockstar with flaming blue hair leaps in through the window and tackles the king straight outta his chair

This very dignified regal figure they’ve been negotiating with (he’s heard of them, he’s been very accommodating and seems to really want to help) is Under Attack

Is it a coup??? His knight hasn’t even moved, the council just continue on as if nothing’s happening, the king is wrassling like a puppy with another ghost who looks about the same age, both screaming profanity

Before the league can decide to get involved, King Danny gets a foot on Ember’s chest, punts her across the room, screams after her that no one can hear you sing in Soup Jail, and returns to the table

“Any way we can add a music deal to this package?”

Ember takes a seat at the table like nothing happened, she’s clearly not supposed to be part of the proceedings but she’s here now and she’s into it

And about two hours later it fucking happens AGAIN cuz Kitty comes barrelling in through the door and goes for Danny’s throat, once again no one else moves except Ember, who fucking dives right in and screams at Kitty for fucking up her new recording deal

(There’s also shit like “defeat Apokolips, defend the Earth, seal Darkseid in a jam jar or whatever” on the table but Ember only cares about one thing)

#Danny Phantom #Justice League #Batman #Superman #Wonder Woman #DC x DP #DP x DC

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miracleweaponhunt · 1 year ago

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Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 18: Cyborg Zombie Bears

“Okay, so here’s what I’ve come up with.” Dakarai said, holding a glass eye. It looked like a normal eye, only with a red iris. “There’s a small heat pack inside this that heats up in the sun. If you take out the eye and apply the pressure, like this…”

Dakarai slapped the eye, and a small blast of heat came out.

“…that’ll happen. The worst it can do is a mild burn, but nobody’ll expect it. If you pull it off right, you could get someone to drop a weapon they’re holding.”

“Yeah, got it.” Julian nodded, throwing his head back and inserting the eye into his empty socket.

“Also, if it overheats and explodes in your eye, I’m not responsible.”

“Don’t sue, got it.” Julian repeated, winking a bunch of times to let the new eye fully settle.

“Julian, did you just put a bomb in your face?” Roxanne asked, glancing between the two men treating this matter like something that could be a legitimate fighting technique.

“It’s only a bomb if it overheats.” He replied calmly, putting his hair back over his eye. “No big deal.”

“It sounds like a pretty big deal!” Roxanne yelled. “Dakarai, what are you doing?”

“Putting an attack mechanism in his new eye, we just went over this.” Dakarai replied calmly. “Now, do you have the bear?”

“If you could help me get it out of the ship, that’d be cool.”

“I can help with that.” Roxanne announced calmly, stepping out of her seat. “Gotta stretch the leg, you know?”

“You know that the leg is a temporary healing measure, right?” Dakarai sighed. “If you strain it too much, you could get seriously hurt.”

“So I have to stay here?”

“It’s only for a couple minutes, don’t worry.” Julian replied as the two walked out, leaving Roxanne in the room to contemplate her next move.

She sat behind Dakarai’s desk, opening the drawers behind it and flicking through the documents. A lot of hastily drawn diagrams with wording she probably couldn’t understand even if the handwriting was legible. She wasn’t one to stereotype, but Inariu people having awful handwriting seemed to be getting truer by the moment. So with nothing to do, she looked at her necklace.

She thought about how likely it could be that her parents were nearby. As far as everyone back on Miracle was concerned, she just showed up one day on the ship as an infant. They tried tracking her parentage down, but to no avail. But soon she could join a hero group and travel the world, they said. But with next to no combat abilities, she was stuck behind the hiring desk. But Cassandra showed up a decade later. No parents, no memories. Just a girl stuck on a ship and in her room. And they promised to each other that they would each get their dream romances and travel the world once they hit adulthood.

Then Julian showed up from his old hero group and hit it off with Cassandra. But they promised that Roxanne would be next once the world tour started. And well…it’s started. Dermot was nice, but she didn’t see anything working out in the long term. Dakarai didn’t seem like prime boyfriend material either. She tried cuddling him from behind like what she saw on TV shows she watched while he was asleep, and she wasn’t feeling any sparks fly from it. Maybe smart guys weren’t her thing? Then what was her thing? Someone wilder, perhaps? As she lay on the revolving chair aimlessly spinning around, a cough was heard behind her.

She quickly spun around to see two men standing in front of the desk.

“Are you Dakarai’s new assistant?” The skinnier of the two men asked. He wore a sportier version of what Dakarai wore, a simple red tracksuit. He also had much wilder hair than anyone she saw here, with dreadlocks tied upwards into a ponytail, each one dyed red at the end.

“I’m just Dakarai’s friend.” She replied calmly, eyeing him up and down. He looked a little familiar, even if she couldn’t quite place it.

“Any idea where he could be?” The larger man asked with his calm voice as he glanced across the room. Despite the weather being pretty good, he wore an oversized deep blue coat and a dark purple beanie to match.

“He’s just gone out for a bit.” Roxanne informed calmly. “He went out to get something, so he’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Alright, works for me!” The man announced loudly, sitting down with his hands behind his head, seeming to instantly start daydreaming the second he sat down.

“He’s always just like this, don’t worry.” The larger man said as he sat down beside him, looking meditative as he sat down next to the other guy, staring at nothing in particular.

After a few minutes of Roxanne spinning in her chair to distract herself from the awkward silence, Julian walked back in with Dakarai, with the bear corpse held behind a white sheet as the only noise became squeaking noises from the wheels it was being brought in on.

“Dakarai!” The skinnier guy yelled as he walked in. “How’s it been?”

“Pretty good.” Dakarai nodded. “What brings you here, Samuel?”

“Figured I’d stop by on the way to the Fightston games.” He said, before locking eyes with Julian. Julian returned the stare, looking at him with a scowl.

“Julian.” Samuel said, his tone of voice changing immediately.

“Samuel.” Julian sighed.

“So, what’s that you got behind you?” Samuel asked.

Julian silently removed the sheet, revealing the bear underneath.

“Still doing that whole necromancy thing?” Samuel asked.

“It’s…how my powers work.” Julian replied with another sigh.

“I’m way too aware.” Samuel replied, narrowing his eyes towards him. “So why’s it here?”

“I’m helping him make modifications. Make it stronger around the arm areas to prevent anyone with a weapon from cutting the limbs off.”

“Ah, I see. At least it’s a bigger creature this time.”

“The spider thing was funny, admit it.” Julian said, trying to hide his creepy smile.

“Nothing about that was funny!”

“It was a little funny.” The large man replied, fist bumping Julian.

“Good to see you’re as good humoured as ever, Adebayo.”

“Do you know these guys?” Roxanne asked.

“They’re the Maximos. Top ranked hero group here.” Julian replied.

“Fourth overall, with two people!” Samuel replied. “And if that Luca would fight me one on one, it’d be pretty obvious who’d win.”

“Him, like the last six times.” Adebayo replied flatly.

“Hey, I’ve been working out!”

“Is what you said the last five times.”

“Anyway, Julian!” Samuel yelled. “Has your group been invited to the Fightston games?”

“You mean the Battlestorms?” Julian asked. “No clue.”

“They probably were, seeing as they invited the top five hero groups.” Adebayo said calmly. “But hey, apparently they're letting anyone in this year. So if you wanna test out the bear you got there, maybe check it out.”

“Only if you want to lose to me!” Samuel yelled, pointing a finger at Julian.

“Okay.” He said, stepping back. “Would the bear be allowed?”

“I can ask.” Adebayo said calmly. “I’m assuming the bear was from Fightston during its life?”

“It was, yeah. Think it was used to train soldiers, considering the mild bruise in its chest area.”

“Maybe it could end up a mascot of some kind. I bet Zach would like it, at least.”

“So, Adebayo.” Dakarai said. “You able to help me cut the arms off?”

“Sure thing, man.”

Adebayo got a surgical saw and began cutting the bears arms off while Dakarai found some metal cuffs and put them against the arm. They were luckily the perfect size for the bear and inserted in without much issue. He then inserted a small metal tube into the arms before getting Julian to reattach the arms. Julian punched the metal with all the force he could muster, and an audible noise was heard as the metal collided with his fist. Roxanne flinched as she heard it, but most of the men were nodding at the resounding success while Julian was shaking out the pain. Adebayo was next to the punch, and almost knocked the bear over.

“Yep, it works.” He nodded. “Felt it in my bones.”

“So would you be able to fight it?” Dakarai asked.

“Probably, but it’s still impressive.” Adebayo nodded quietly to himself.

“And an abomination of nature.” Samuel muttered through gritted teeth, moving next to Roxanne in an attempt to avoid it. There was a certain musk to him. The musk of a hero, possibly.

“I mean, I got a surplus of bugs who’s lifeforce I could transfer into the bear, let Adebayo test it out.”

“Do I use my powers?” He asked.

“Nah, it’s just a test drive. I’ll just get the bugs.”

“And I can assist you!” Samuel replied, leaping out of his chair.

“You sure?” Julian replied flatly. “It’s…a jar of bugs.”

“Yes, but…I need to get my brother a souvenir, you see.”

“But…he lives here?” Roxanne asked.

“And he needs to get food! Which I am getting!”

“Whatever, let’s go.” Julian sighed with an eye roll. Or an eyes roll, even. Today was good.

The two of them made their way to their ship on the top deck, not saying a word to each other. Eventually, the two reached his ship. There didn’t seem to be any guards stationed around the place, which was definitely strange.

“Weird how nobodies looking after this place.” Julian whispered to himself.

“There wasn’t anyone here when I landed, either.” Samuel replied with his hands behind his back, before he let his words simmer in his mind, his face souring once he did. “Actually, what’s with that?”

“No…clue.” Julian whispered, looking around for any suspicious characters. None. The few people here looked like regular people trying to go about their day. He slowly crept near the entrance to the ship, with Samuel following behind. There were shuffling noises heard from inside the ship.

Something…someone, was inside.

“Cass?” He asked. No response. Cassandra would at least say something. Samuel stood in front of the door. The noises relaxed, but then shuffling noises increased in intensity.

Until finally, a hooded figure appeared running to the exit.

Julian swung his arms towards the figure, and they fell against the wall before quickly trying to run past the doors. Samuel quickly pushed two pointed fingers into his shoulders, and his left side fell and forced him to the ground.

“Anyone else?” He asked.

“There…doesn’t seem to be.” Julian confirmed slowly. “So what do we do with that guy? Do we lock him in the ship?”

“I think so?” Samuel nodded, removing the man’s hood. “It doesn’t seem to be anyone well known, anyway.”

Samuel carried the man onto the couch of the ship and sat him down nicely. The sole exception being placing his leg behind his back in a very uncomfortable position.

“Now then.” He started, sneering as he knelt down to meet the bored looking man. If there was a ‘most ordinary looking man’ competition, he’d probably lose due to the hosts glossing past his face and forgetting to enter him. “What has you sneaking around another man’s ship?”

“Bringing the axe to the legion.” He replied without an ounce of shame.

“Legion boy, huh?” Julian asked, standing behind Samuel with arms crossed. “Just you?”

“Currently, yes.” He said calmly. “We thought you were all distracted, so I went alone to steal the weapon.”

“And look where you are now.” Julian sighed, trying to flip his phone open in the most stylish manner possible, putting his hand in front to ensure the top half doesn’t snap off.

“Cassandra, we got a legionite.”

Once Cassandra made it to the ship, she inspected the axe outside the ship, launching a thunderbolt outwards without much issue. It was the real deal, anyway.

“Yeah, he didn’t switch the axe out, anyway.” Cassandra sighed, putting it in her room once Samuel covered the legionites eyes. “We gonna bring him to Ola?”

“I can handle it!” Samuel announced, looking pleased with himself as he picked the man up with one hand.

“Nah, I’m gonna go too." Cassandra said. "Gotta speak to Ola. Julian, could you stay on the ship?”

“Sure thing.” Julian nodded, texting Roxanne to let her know undead cyborg bear antics would have to wait.

When Samuel and Cassandra entered Ola’s lab, the door was locked. Cassandra knocked harder until the knocks essentially became punches, and Ola eventually answered looking extremely groggy.

“What can I help you with?” She mumbled with a yawn.

“We found a legion guy snooping around the ship.” Cassandra said.

“And I stopped him.” Samuel added.

“Right, right.” Ola nodded. “Good job, just let me call a guard and have him deal with it.”

She opened her phone, dialling a number in and putting it up to her ear. No response. She tried with another number. Still no response.

“What’s going on here, exactly?” She whispered to herself.

“If you’re asking about guards, there weren’t any at the dock when I showed up.”

“Son of a-look, just leave him with me.” She said, looking around and finding some rope to tie him up with. “You two are free to go.”

“Actually, Ola. Can I ask you something?” Cassandra asked as Samuel left the room.

“Sure thing.” She replied calmly, not looking up from tying a knot.

“Have the Lucians done anything…bad, lately? Or ever?”

“Aside from being really full of themselves, they’re fine. Nothing me or any of the others would call evil, anyway.”

“Because when I was attacked, they mentioned something about the Lucians hiding something. Just wondering if you’d know about that?”

“Personally, I’d ignore anything a bunch of hooded figures yell at you. Even then, I genuinely have no idea what would be happening there. As long as I’ve known what they do, it’s just dealing with the bureaucracy of the whole thing.”

“So…I can leave?”

Cassandra walked out of the room and back into her ship, where Julian was listening to music in his room.

“You good?”

“Pretty good, yeah.” Cassandra nodded while giving him a peck on the cheek. “Would you mind if you turn down the music, I need to lay down for a little.”

“Sure thing.” Julian whispered, turning the music down on the cassette player.

Cassandra lay in her bed back in her room. She tried getting some sleep or taking a small nap, her body was telling her she needed it. She tossed and turned around for a few minutes. The evening barely started, but she still like felt she needed a nap to reset her body.

As she drifted away, thoughts of everything filled her mind. The weapon thieves, the Legion, and most importantly, the Lucians.

Were they hiding anything? And if so, what was it?

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skvaderarts · 2 years ago

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Petrichor Chapter 34: Palpitations

Chapter 34: Palpitations

Note: Hi everyone! Sorry that this chapter is a week late! The last month has gone by so fast omfg! Thanks for your support on the Elden Ring fic XD what a weird thing to say lol! Maybe I’ll stream sometime so you can all laugh at how bad I am at that game hehe! But either way, expect more chapters soon! I’ll keep you posted. Might end up being the chapter for Friday this week depending on time constraints. But either way, I hope you like this chapter and are having a good week! Take care and I’ll see you in the comments! Have fun!

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The door to one of the upstairs bedrooms was propped wide open, a brick from the back garden keeping it from losing prematurely. Plastic covered the floor to prevent stains on the carpet. It might not have been brand new, but it was in like new shape and had recently been deep cleaned. Each of the windows in the room were pushed up towards the very top of the frame, locked in place by a notched mechanism that held them there once they were pushed past a certain point. Fresh air came in through the window, helping to evacuate the toxic fumes from their current environment before they could do any harm, all the while a ceiling fan spun overhead to assist with both cooling the space and circulating the air.

On one side of the room against a wall was a medium-height step ladder, and on top of it stood Vivienne, a long-handled paint roller in her left hand. Her long hair was pulled back in a bun as she leaned her right hand against the part of the wall that she hadn’t painted yet. And as she ran the roller down the wall from top to bottom, she hummed a quiet tune to herself, more or less content to spend the rest of the evening doing this should that be how long it took.

But before long, the inevitable happened. Her roller ran out of pain. Turning towards the roller tray, she was silently surprised to see that it had ran out of the paint she’d been using to soak the roller without noticing it until now. Her mind really had been someplace else. This simply wouldn’t do. She was going to have to get down and get some more.

Just as she was looking back to double-check her footing before stepping down, she was reminded of a fact that she’d also forgotten. She wasn’t actually alone in the room. He’d had simply been so quiet that she’d forgotten he was there. Perhaps he could assist her by bringing the can over to her. The less distance she had to carry it right now, the better. She’d been going through something of a weak spell for a while now and she honestly didn’t feel like carrying that huge can of paint across the room.

"Can you push the paint over this way for me, please? If it’s not too much trouble?"

Vergil glanced over at her, his side of the room miraculously, but perhaps unsurprisingly, nearly fully painted. Well, that one specific wall was. But that was significant considering the fact that not only was he using the much darker and more noticeable accent color for the room, but he had to go around a set of two windows and, as such, had to be extraordinarily careful not to get paint all over the baseboard.

Neither of them really had any idea if they’d properly applied the painter's tape correctly, and didn’t want to find out the hard way that they hadn't. They were actually quite lucky that they were allowed to paint in the first place. The landlord had been uncharacteristically nice about the prospect of her tenants wanting to paint one of the rooms. Perhaps she understood the desire to customize the room a new baby was going into since she had children of her own?

Picking up the can of paint effortlessly, he walked across the room in only a few steps, his long legs making quick work of the square footage at their disposal. The room wasn’t small, but it was huge, either. He then refilled the tray for her and sat the can down for her, available when she needed to refill it. He then gestured towards the roller, noticing a spot she was planning to go back to that was quite high up.

"I can do better than that. Can you hand me your roller?” He asked as he looked over at it. The spot was just far enough over that she couldn’t reach it after having moved her ladder, but the paint was still wet. The last thing that she wanted to do was paint diagonally across a section of the wall she’d painted up and down initially. She wanted this to look as smooth as possible. Like one of those magazines with the lovely interiors that she flipped through from time to time.

Vergil patched the section that she’d missed with an ease that made her admittedly slightly jealous of her partner’s height. She wasn’t short but Vergil… well. Yea. He then handed her the paint roll back before giving her a soft look, seemingly wondering or noticing something that she didn’t say out loud.

"Aw, thank you! That does make things a bit easier for me, even if you didn't need to do that for me." Vivienne said with a soft smile as she leaned over slightly to give him a kiss on the cheek. He stayed still and allowed this despite the slight dilation of his pupils indicating that he might be worried that she could fall. The ladder was stable but it probably didn’t appreciate all this sideways movement.

"If you're going to stand on that ladder, I'd prefer you make as few trips up and down it as possible." He said softly, looking down at the ladder on the floor. He then gently placed his index finger underneath her chin, allowing his thumb to rest on the small space between her chin and her bottom lip. He then leaned forward and placed a kiss upon her forehead, not needing to tiptoe to reach her due to her position on the ladder. She blushed and rubbed the back of her neck between her ear and her hairline as he nodded and retreated to the other side of the room to relocate what few tools he needed to the opposite side of the room nearest to the doorway. He would be painting his side the same color as her wall, the only different colored wall being the one with the windows that he’s just done. It was an emerald green while the rest of the room was a lovely silverish celadon color. Most of the baby furniture was going to be a darker slate gray color. They both agreed that it should have a lovely contrast and that it would be a great alternative to the typical pink and blue everything that saturated seemingly every molecule of baby-related products. It was becoming less prevalent, but it was still overwhelming to look at.

"That's fair." She considered for a moment whether or not she should bring up something that was on her mind, not wanting to seem dismissive or disingenuous purely for the sake of pride. But before she continued painting, she came to the conclusion that perhaps it was best to simply bring up what she had on her mind this time. "Vergil I… I know why you worry, but I don't want you to. I'm alright. Really I do appreciate your assistance, however. I didn't think you would be interested in doing something like this."

He paused for a moment, looking over at her. He seemed to examine the wall, unsure as to where he should start. At least they had already trimmed the whole room in painter's tape beforehand. One less thing to worry about.

"I didn't, either. But then it occurred to me that this is a unique experience that I would perhaps regret passing up if I didn’t take the opportunity to partake in it. And you did seem so very excited… " He glanced away from her and back towards the wall, his starting location now finalized. He then began to run the roller down the wall, coating it with the gray paint he’d just soaked his new roller in. They’d opted to simply purchase a third roller instead of risking the dark paint mixing with the light. After all, there was no way that they knew of to ensure that the emerald green roller was dark totally and utterly clean, and waiting for it to dry would have taken longer than they would have liked. “I… Thought that spending this time together might be… enjoyable. I was not incorrect.”

"Vergil I… thank you." She held her hand out to blow him a playful kiss, aware of the fact that stepping down the ladder to go to him would only cause him to panic. His fear that she would fall off of the letter or topple over and hit the ground was understandable. It was something that concerned her, too. But she didn't want him to worry. She still had things to do in her day-to-day life that required her to climb and bend and move around. And while he was very helpful and attentive, he wasn’t always around, much to his dismay. She would simply have to be more mindful of the risks that she took and watch her footing. That was the best she could do for now. But she wasn’t helpless, not by a long shot. And she knew that he knew that. She didn’t have to point that out. She just hoped he wouldn’t worry himself sick over it.

But as she was considering this, Vergil broke the silence between them.

"How did your visit go? With the doctor."

For reasons she couldn’t pinpoint, her brain went totally blank. She knew the answer to that question. In fact, she’d been planning to bring it up when they were finished. But for some reason that she didn’t understand, when he brought it up first, it had thrown her for a bit of a loop. Well, now was as good of a time as any. She could talk and use her hands at the same time.

"Oh, everything is fine for now. I'm barely past my first trimester. But I suspect that things will become more difficult as time passes." She said honestly. She was 5 months along now, but the time had just flown past. Despite her persistent miserable state as a result of the symptoms that persisted as a result of her current condition, she was excited to be just over halfway done.

He nodded, seemingly deep in thought. He’d been out of town for a few days and just arrived this morning, but he hadn’t forgotten that she’d mentioned needing to go to the doctor. She had several visits, and they were quite frequent. And not all of them were for the same thing. Several specialists were involved. After all, her other medical needs didn’t just disappear because she was pregnant, did they? Nothing severe or dangerous, but they were still factors nonetheless, and as such, they needed to be carefully monitored.

"Understandable. Then the fatigue you've been suffering from is typical?" He asked, stealing a glance in her general direction. He allowed the roller to soak in the paint again before continuing to paint the wall. He was actually just about half done now. But then again, he did have a speed advantage.

"... No. He said that being tired is normal, but to the degree that I have been the last month or so…" She wasn’t sure how to explain what she wanted to say in a way that wouldn’t frighten him, so she decided to just say it how it came to mind and then clarify if he became alarmed. But she imagined that he would be fine. He didn’t exactly have a habit of being visibly shocked or freaking out. No, that would be very much unlike him. She would be the one with a reason to be concerned if he reacted like that. "It's most certainly to do with the nature of my preexisting condition and, well, how… atypical our child will be. But my weak constitution certainly isn’t helping."

She’d know that she’d had one more or less all her life. She’d been this way for as long as she could remember. It was something that she’d learned to live with and work around in a way that wasn’t hugely detrimental to her day-to-day life, but she did have to admit that it was becoming harder and harder to do that recently. This… was taking a lot more out of her than she could have ever imagined. Vivienne didn't think that it would be easy by any stretch of the imagination, but this was… well, a bit much. But she was sure she’d be okay. She only had to tough it out a little while longer and then she could start recovering. Right?

"I wish I could ask my mother about what she experienced," Vergil said, a noticeable tinge of sadness in his tone of voice. She paused for a moment and looked over at him. It was rare that he ever mentioned his mother. He’d occasionally talked about his father, and she’d been shocked to learn who he was, but his mother was a guarded topic. She’d learned that the first time she’d played that record.

"I'm sorry, Vergil. I didn't mean to_" She didn’t get to finish before he looked over his shoulder at her and she stopped. He didn’t look upset with her. Far from it. He actually looked somewhat upset with himself. She always wondered why he looked that way when he spoke of her.

"You've done nothing to apologize for." He said softly, his tone low in pitch and his volume barely perceptible. His sorrow was evident, even as guarded as he was. She stepped down the ladder and placed her roller in the paint tray before approaching him, the man with the white hair meeting her halfway and, to her surprise, gently grasping her hands. It was rare that he did that."I have done much that I regret, especially with regards to my family. But this time everything will be different. I will keep you both safe. That I promise you."

The way he looked her up and down before settling upon her face so that he could look her in the eyes when he said that sent a shiver up her spine. Despite his tone, she understood with he meant. She believed him. She’d never doubted that for even a moment. But now her head hurt just looking at him, and she wasn’t entirely sure that was his fault. Was there too much paint in this room or something?

"Vergil… You don't need to make promises any more than I need to apologize. I believe you." She said gently as she squeezed his hands, realizing that he was having something of a hard time at the moment. It had to hurt knowing that his parents would probably never meet her or their child. He was still searching for one, and the other… that had to weigh heavily on his mind. Her situation with her family certainly did. “Your best is more than enough for me. I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to be… you.”

He let her go and nodded as he gently placed a hand upon her shoulder, this time pulling her in gently to embrace her. He didn’t dare squeeze her, but he did hold her for a silent moment, his eyes closed as he rested his chin on the crown of her head. He didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t speak. But when he did release her, he nodded. It seemed that they both held very different standards for his behavior, and that his might be significantly higher.

"Good. Let us see if that faith remains after we assemble this furniture. I… " Vergil said, something akin to a smirk on his face. He looked at the boxes of furniture that sat in the hallway, apprehension all over his face. "I possess no skills when it comes to these matters."

She chuckled softly at his lack of confidence. Furniture wasn’t that hard to put together. She’d done it plenty of times. He had very steady hands and good self-control. It was hard to believe that he would do something silly like hammer straight through the frame. “It’s not that bad, honestly. Nothing to be afraid of. At least we don’t have to whittle it out of a tree or something.”

"Nothing to be afraid of.” The way that he repeated her words made it clear to her that he still wasn’t convinced. But at this point, his lack of confidence was more amusing to her than anything else. “As long as there's no nails or screws sticking through the mattress to poke the baby I'm sure it will be fine."

“I’m sure you wouldn’t do that!” She said, now slightly concerned herself. It seemed that the mental image of that was slightly alarming to her. Who could have guessed? Picking up on this, Vergil gave her something akin to a mischievous look.

"Let's see if you're still saying that once the cradle folds up and crushes them flat the first time we put them in it." His tone was far too casual for what he was saying, and something about that utterly wrecked her.

Vivienne was barely resisting the urge to laugh at this point, her face red and her head spinning slightly from the effort it took not to snicker at that. She knew that she should be horrified, but there was just something about the matter-of-fact way that he said that that threatened to put her in stitches.

"No! Heavens forbid! Like one of those old hand-drawn cartoons… " And with that said, she couldn't help but laugh. She pictured the cartoons she’d loved as a kid. The way the characters would get smashed and bashed and take the form of whatever had hit them. She couldn’t imagine that actually happening, but it was hilarious all the same. The poor baby. It was so funny. She was just terrible. She was going to be an awful parent.

"Precisely. But it will be considerably worse because this will be a real child. I don't intend to unintentionally build an iron maiden." Vergil said in a manner so falt and with a face so straight that she genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. And after a short pause, she gave in and burst into laughter. Gods, he really was going to kill her, wasn’t he?

She felt her skin become warm as her cheeks flushed and her eyes watered as she stepped back towards the ladder and stepped up the first two steps. She could barely breathe at this point, and it was starting to make her head spin and her lungs burn. She’s always thought that he had a good sense of humor, at least around her. But this was just hysterical to her and she had no idea why. Something about what he’d said had just pressed her funny button.

"Vergil, please. I'm becoming light-headed from laughter! I'm trying not to fall off this ladder and hit my head!"

Shaking his head he watched her seemingly struggle to decide if she was going to stay up there or climb down. It was only five steps, but she seemed very flustered. If nothing else, it was probably a good idea that she took a moment to catch her breath. They had a chair in the room for that very purpose, after all. "Perhaps you should sit, then? Once your feet have touched the ground, of course. Take a moment to compose yourself."

Panting slightly she stepped backward down the ladder and as both of her feet touched the ground, she nodded, clearly slightly dizzy but still in high spirits. She cleared her throat before continuing to speak. That wasn’t a half-bad idea.

"Actually, that sounds good. I must admit I do feel a bit light-headed all of a sudden. I-"

It was then as suddenly as she had begun speaking that she stopped and suddenly collapsed, her knees buckling as she fell forward and then backward, nearly onto her right side facing away from him. Only through pure reflex did he manage to reach her in time, but all the same, she had gone totally and utterly limp; unresponsive. And although he had managed to catch her, he couldn't suppress the arctic chill that shot up his spine. Nor the empty feeling in his chest and stomach or the acrid taste that suddenly overwhelmed his senses. This was pure and utter dread, something he couldn't recall feeling for a very long time. Something that he’d hoped to never feel again.

He had promised to protect her on numerous occasions before today, and he’d meant it every single time, but he couldn't protect her from this. She’d been dizzy and weak before, sure… but he’s never passed out. What… What was going on?

"... Vivienne… "

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Well shit. Um, that doesn’t seem like a typical pregnancy symptom. Or is it?! Supposedly it is. I have no way of confirming this and wouldn’t even if I did lol! So the real question is this: is Vergil worrying himself over nothing or is this actually a problem? I guess that’s a question for later hehehe…

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spencerrxids · 2 years ago

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heart attack

pairing : nanami kento x fem!reader

genre : tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort a bit?

warning : none

summary : chasing nanami kento’s love is a full time job and nothing can stop her from fulfulling her dream

wordcount : 6.1k

a/n : sorry it took too long for me to post this. but here it is. hope you enjoy it

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Chasing Nanami Kento’s love is like a full-time job for her. Being a shaman was merely just a side quest she did. Call her a hopeless romantic, but even that couldn’t fully describe who she is. Double the meaning of it or triple it then perhaps that could describe her. A very much hopeless hopeless hopeless romantic when it comes to Nanami Kento.

And everyone knows this. Everyone knows how she feels for him, even he knows about it for it is not a secret that she tried to hide. She has always been the one to verbally show it since the first day they met. That first day where she found herself that she didn't even know before. “Your last name sounds good together with my first.” How much she cringed when she looked back at those first moments after he introduced himself to the class that only consisted of three of them. Being blunt often helps her to get away from awkward situations that ironically were also created from her bluntness.

“You won’t get anywhere like this,” said her white-haired senior, sneaking up behind her who was watching Nanami from behind a pillar. The sudden appearance of the famous senior who she also calls as friend startled her. The letter in her hands fell to the ground as she turned around to look at him. “What are you doing here?!” She whispered loudly.

She crouched down to grab the letter she had dropped, careful to not step onto them. “You were being a creep. You know you could always approach him, it’s not like he doesn’t know about this.” Gojo leaned onto the pillar, also now watching Nanami as the girl beside him stood tall again.

“Don’t lecture me on being a creep when you are the worst one here,” Hearing her words Gojo put his hand on his chest acting as if a bullet hit him. “And you are not a love guru. You’ll be the last person that I would go to for love advice, Senpai.”

He only hummed as a response, she couldn’t tell if that was a sign of agreement or disagreement. But the two stayed in their place for the next few minutes, her hand still gripping the letter tightly, not wanting to let go of all the feelings she had poured into it. Gojo glanced at it, crossing his arm, a serious look on his face. “How many have you......?”

She switches and leans onto her left leg instead of her right, fingers fiddling with one another—one of her nervous habits. “This is the thirty or forty-something,” she paused for a moment. “I don’t remember how it started but I don’t think I’m going to stop anytime soon. Whether he read it or not, this has become a coping mechanism for me. Every time I-we come back from a mission,” She paused after correcting her words. “I’ll write one of these, and sometimes I give him one if it contains something about him.” She raised the letter in her hand. Sometimes it means all the time.

“Call it a love letter or whatever you want. I suppose calling it that wouldn’t make it untrue for it is filled by the words that come right out of my heart.”

***

She had seated herself on the floor not long after Gojo had left her alone there. Her gaze traveled around until they landed onto the sky, a soft smile appeared on her face as she did so. Leaning her head on the pillar, she lets herself relieve the tension that she was holding since the latest mission the school had sent her team to. Million possibilities run in her mind, the risks they always took without a single hesitation, devoting their life in the line to protect the world. Her gaze falls back onto the letter she holds as she silently wonders how she let herself feel this much for someone. Raising it to her chest, she allows herself to close her eyes, getting a little bit of rest that she truly needed.

“How long have you been there?” A voice asked. His voice. The one that brings a warm feeling to her heart despite the cold weather in the evening.

Slowly opens her eyes, blinking to adjust the brightness in her vision before her gaze falls onto Nanami who stood over her, a letter in his right hand. Then she looked at her hand to find it no longer holding the letter close to her chest. It must have slipped away during the few moments when she fell asleep. A smile comes up on her face as she stares back at him. “Long enough.” She answered simply. “Are you going to your room?”

He nodded his head slightly while offering his hand to her which she gladly accepted, standing back on her feet, and brushing the dust off her clothes. She could feel his eyes watching her movements so she tried her best to pretend that she did not notice it. She is aware that their hands are still interconnected with one another, both didn’t make any move to let go. “Did you open it?” She asked again, motioning at the letter that was already on his other hand that was not holding hers.

“Not yet. You are supposed to rest for your mission tomorrow and yet here you are.” He commented.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face as she avoided his stern gaze on her. “But that’s exactly the reason why I’m here right now, Ken-to,” She looks away, her hand finally letting go of his, not noticing that his fingers slightly reached out at the loss of the warmth of her hand. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to meet you in the early morning tomorrow so I have to give it to you now. You know, like usual, just in case.” She trailed off at the end of her words, seeming to be in a deep thought.

The two resumed the walk to their representative room. Her words earlier had been replied with nothing but the silence between the two. A somber mood constantly clouded Nanami’s mind, seeing her always acting like she was never going to come back after a solo mission. Not coming back to him.

“We should always prepare for the worst. You’ll never know what will happen.” That was what she always said to them all. But even then, the evident smile on her face would always betray the anxiety in her heart.

A hand landed itself on his forearm, waking him up from his drowning thoughts, and stopping him from walking a bit farther. He turned to look at her but her gaze was stuck on the sky. He found himself staring at the side of her face. At her eyes that glistened with the moon's reflection in it.

“Kento,” She called his name softly, still not looking at him. She opened her mouth a little bit and yet none of the words fell out of it, heart thumping against her chest out of rhythm. “The moon......” She trailed off as she turned to look at him. The sight of him makes her knees weak. Makes her unable to speak the words that she wanted to. So instead she speaks with the eyes that always show the truth when she is around him.

“Is beautiful.” He said. Continuing the silent part of her words. “The moon is beautiful.” Her eyes widened at the words that fell out of his mouth. Did he mean it literally or not? The question rang inside her mind. It’s always hard to decipher Nanami’s mind when he always spoke things in quite an expressionless way. There seems to be a big wall that separates his expression and the feelings that remained true inside his heart.

Nothing happened between the two after he uttered those words. They began to resume the walk that they both had paused quite hastily. Her hand hovered above the room handle as both are now standing in front of hers. She could feel the looming presence of him with her back turned against him at the moment. With shadow casting over her face, she turned to look at him.

“You know, Kento.” She bit the inner of her cheek, looking up at him with a small smile plastered on her face. Her hands connected themselves behind her as she rocked slowly on her feet. “You really shouldn’t say things when you don’t really mean the words. People can get confused.” She said the words carefully, glancing at the letter that is still wrapped around his fingers before staring back at him.

Then she waited.

Waited for him to say something,

Anything. Anything would be enough of an answer.

She looked at him expectedly, raising her eyebrows. But all she got was a typical Nanami Kento avoiding conversation type of answer. Instead of clarifying his words, he just told her to go rest quickly so she won’t be too late the next day. Her shoulders sank at his words, puffing her cheeks before turning around, opening the door, and then closing it.

Sitting at the edge of her bed, she looks at Nanami’s shadow that could be seen from the gap between her door and the floor. She leaned her head on top of the plushie on her lap. Nanami stood in front of her door for the next few minutes before he finally walked away from it.

“Kento, you’re an idiot.” Then she averted her gaze to the crumpled paper beside the trash bin. Getting up from her seat, she crouched down to grab it, opening the piece of paper. Eyes gazing through all of the words that she had put into it. The earlier draft of the letter she gave to him. The earlier draft of the over-simplified letter because her feelings for him are too big that a piece of paper could not retain to contain all of it. “But I guess I am too.”

***

It was during New Year’s Eve when the two found themselves by each other's side again. Sure there are countless times when they were set together and saw each other almost every day, but both had never got the chance to truly be alone with no one else around but them.

The two never spoke about what happened that night. About what he had uttered whether he really meant it or not. She never found the answer to it. But her feelings remain the same. Couldn’t be changed. Not even if she tried. And she still writes him letters although Nanami did note that the amount of passage in it had lessened within each letter that she gave him.

“How was your day?” He asked, suddenly. Startling her who was busying herself by focusing on the many other things around her instead of the person that holds the key to her heart.

They both are currently walking down the road with people rushing around them, eager to embrace the year that awaits ahead of them all. And yet there’s her and Nanami, who walk slowly, not wanting to let go of the year that would change within hours. Carrying the burden of knowing the secrets that are hidden from those innocent eyes was never a simple job. It was hard, maddening it could be. That’s why it’s easier for her to focus all of her mind on the person beside her rather than that.

They are going to graduate soon and she had a feeling that Nanami would want to let go of all of his ties with the world they both are familiar with, including hers. That thought didn’t really sit well inside her mind. Perhaps that’s why she wasn’t really sure how to answer his simple question.

Glancing at him, she let out a long sigh. “Well, I was with you the whole day. So the same as yours?” She wondered at the end of her sentence. “The year would change within hours. I guess that counts as something worth anticipating for.” She then proceeds to talk about some other things that had occurred to her a few days back before stopping in her tracks when she realizes that she has been talking with nothing but the empty presence of Nanami beside her.

Turning her head around, she found him a few feet away from her. The two pairs of eyes instantly connected to each other as more people kept rushing around them. She looked at him almost innocently, tilting her head to the side slightly with her furrowed eyebrows. And he spent the same moment thinking of what a privilege it was to be there with her. She could’ve chosen anyone. And yet, she was already captivated with him since the first time their eyes landed on each other.

“Is everything okay?” The question rolled out of her mouth.

“Do you want to see the fireworks together?” At the same time, this comes out of him.

***

Then there they are. Standing next to each other, leaning forward on the railing with anticipating looks on their faces as the two gazes at the sky above them. She had her arms propped on top of the railing as she put her chin on top of it. A smile on her face. “You sure really do know how to pick a spot, Kento.” She commented.

The boy beside her just hummed at the comment she made. Eyeing her smile with warmness in his eyes despite the coldness of the night air. Then he gazed down at the festival that could be seen from their spot. The sounds of people chanting began louder and louder at midnight and kept getting closer. “We’re going to graduate soon.” She said, not tearing her eyes away from the dark sky that would be colored within seconds. “I want nothing more but to spend what possibly is the last New Year’s Eve I’ll spend together with you at this moment. Thanks for the invitation, Kento.”

“You know, don’t you?” He asked but did not give her a chance to answer it. “That I’m going to leave.” She went quiet, the sad smile on her face had explained the truth to him, so he continued his words. “After all of that had happened this past year, I found nothing but pain in what we do. I guess quitting all of these could help lessen the pain. At least that’s what I hope.”

No longer propping her arms against the railing, her hands gripped it instead, her thumb softly brushing over the top of her palm. Her eyes gaze downwards to the festival. “The pain won’t go away. We’ve been through the same journey. I know what you feel.” She turned to look him in the eyes. “If quitting would help your pain then that’s your decision, Kento. There is no need to feel sorry. I’ve found ways to lessen my pain too. In the presence of those whom I love. You too, don’t you? That’s why you brought me here.”

Then color erupted in the air. The night was a gloomy dark canvas and those fireworks are the paint that is tasked to brighten it just for a brief moment. A celebration. A light of reassurance that the year that had yet to come would be as bright as the night during its first day. She had averted her gaze away to admire the colors. A smile appeared on her face.

“Happy New Year, Nanami Kento.” She said, gently.

He copied her words. Saying her name at the end of his sentence, making her smile wider just by hearing it. “It’s beautiful.” He commented out loud, eyeing the colors in the sky.

“What? The moon?” She asked him with one of her eyebrows raised in a cheeky manner. Referencing the night where he had said those words that she still did not know the meaning of. Nanami quite literally gaped at her words, not expecting her to bring that up after that quick heartfelt conversation between them. Then a burst of laughter comes out of her. “I’m just joking. Don’t need to look so embarrassed like that. You’re making my heart pound with that expression of yours.”

The two shared laughs that night. Despite all of the pains that they both had gone through. Because she was right, Nanami did find another way to lessen the pain that he held. That is by being beside the person whom he feels dearly about.

***

It was not until their graduation night that they both spent the night together by each other’s side once more. This time for the last time before he cuts all of the ties that bind him with this world. It was quite somber, the mood that night. But there were still fragments of comforting feelings in it.

“Kento, promise me,” She said, holding up her pinky finger to him, a red hue covering some part of her face as she looked him right in the eyes. “Fall in love with me.” That ended up sounding more like a demand than a wish. “In the future, if we ever meet again.......outside or inside of this wretched world we know, that is hidden from those mundane people. If you ever opened your heart to someone. Let it be me.”

Not getting any response, she let herself turn her head away without lowering her hand, feeling embarrassment kicking into her. The world around her was holding her to the ground as reality came back to her. The reality. A finger wrapped itself around her. “There is no reassurance on when the future would come. So must it be in the future?” He asked. And she could swear that her heart beats thrice faster as the words come out of his mouth.

“But then again, we’ll be much ready by then. I’m still new to this kind of stuff and I know that you are too. We will understand this more in the future, right? The feeling that has been in your heart for such a long time. The feeling that has been on my heart for quite some time if not as long as you.” He said those words with so much sincerity. The words that come straight out of his heart with nothing interfering between them.

Is this the reality that she had dreamed of her whole life? Did the Nanami Kento just indirectly confess his feelings to her? If the reality of her life would be this sweet then she wished to not ever sleep ever again. Then she wished to stay at that moment forever as the words he just said kept replaying in her mind. “You’ll keep it too, right? The promise?” He said again, trying to take a glimpse of her face as she looked down at her lap—the side of her face was hidden by her hair.

Then he heard a sniffle come out of her, followed by the drop of tears down to her lap. Brushing the hair out of her face, he leaned down and took a more clear look at her face. “I asked you a question then you cried about it. That’s not how it works, you know.” His hand went to the side of her face, wiping the tears away from her glassy eyes.

She choked back a strained laugh before wrapping her arms around his neck. Brings him to her embrace. His hands instantly latched around her waist. Securing the comfort that both radiated in the cold of the night. “You just have to choose the moment before we separate to say that, huh? That isn’t fair.” She complained, leaning her forehead on his shoulder as the tears streamed down her face, staining his blue shirt.

He leaned back to hold her face with one of his hands while the others were still holding her by the waist. “Didn’t we just make a promise?” He asked softly. Her hand slowly wrapped itself around the one that holds her face, her fingers falling naturally in between his fingers. Before she turned her head, enough to kiss the inner of his palm, gaining a soft gasp from him.

He found himself eyeing the plump of her lips that was touching his skin. And then to her eyes that look at him as if he were the most mesmerizing being in this world. Nothing but love and affection are filled in it. His gaze mirrored hers, looking at her the same way as she did to him.

Then he turned the hands that were holding her face around, intertwining their fingers before bringing them close to his mouth, bringing her close too as he did so. A soft kiss pressed against the top of her palm while his eyes didn’t lose the connection they had with hers. Her mouth opened a bit as if she were about to say something.

“Don’t say it.” He said. “Let those words stay in your heart until we meet again.”

She nodded softly, a sad smile on her face. “I’ll keep my promise too, Kento.” She paused before leaning her head closer as she whispered to his ear. “Until we meet again.”

Arms wrapped around one another. There was peace in between the goodbyes that were uttered. The string of hope shimmered in the dark, unseen by the eyes of the two clueless people. The reassurance of the future that might just exist if they hold onto their promise.

***

Then so it goes. Time flew with them not being on each other’s side. Each day, separated by the different paths of the life that they took. Living the life that they had chosen. Years passed and yet their hearts still yearn for the other’s presence. Sometimes it’s hard to ignore the urge to when you know where they are. But both respected each other’s decision so much that they stayed out of the other’s life. Letting fate choose the moment where their path would cross one another.

And sometimes, during New Year’s Eve, when not busy, she would go to the place where they had once spent the night together. With a slight hope of him being at the same place. But alas her wish was never granted as she looks up to the sky with the reflection of colors in her eyes. Then she would close them, pretending that his presence was beside her. Her hands press a letter to the place where her heart beats against her ribcage.

I missed you.

A quick silent prayer was made before she left the scene. Now she is going for her first appointed mission in this new year. Hence the reason why she wrote a letter for such a long time.

***

Being dragged around by her white-haired senior was not how she wanted to spend the day off after her long exhausting mission. But what else could she do but let him do what he wanted? There is no way to go against what Gojo Satoru wants after all.

“You’re going to love this.” He said. The white-haired man was practically skipping through the hallway, tangling his left arm with her right—not exactly touching since he has his infinity on—dragging her around the school area. Her? Well, she just let him do it, not having much energy left from her last mission. “Ah, I can already imagine the look on his face when he sees you. You really missed a lot of things since your mission.”

He? The word caught her interest as the two slowed down a little bit, she untangled her arm from his, now standing in front of him, stopping him in his tracks as she did so. “I don’t have time for your silly games, Gojo-san. Whatever is this, better make it quick.” She let out a small yawn, stretching her arms upwards. “You do realize that I just got back from my mission. I need to rest.”

Gojo’s gaze falls onto something behind her, a mischievous yet proud look comes up on his face. Whatever it was he was looking at, she wasn’t sure if she was going to like it or not. “Hehe. You’re going to thank me later.” He then waved his arms around at something-or perhaps in this case someone behind her.

Then the voice of Itadori Yuuji could be heard in her ears as he got closer to the two. She had the chance to meet the boy who had the unfortunate fate of being Sukuna’s vessel. But that was not what made her straighten her pose, it was his words. Or to be more specific, the name he had uttered. Her back was still turned against them, her view being Gojo who raised his eyebrows at her.

“Nanamin-san, how long has it been since you came here? Has it always looked like this? I wonder if it ever changed since your school days.” Nanamin. Now that is a name she hears now and then, thrown around by Gojo Satoru to tease her. But the presence of the person was one that she hadn’t felt for quite a long time.

Her eyes finally found Gojo’s who was giving her a knowing look, smirking at the red hue that began to appear on her cheeks. He puts his hands on top of her shoulder, turning her around as his eyes then fall back onto his student and his tall blonde junior. “Yo Nanamin. Yuuji.” He approached the two of them. An arm wrapped around the shoulder of his junior who was looking at the ground.

The two stopped in their tracks as Gojo and her walked closer to them. Nanami's gaze practically latches onto her instantly, quite obvious for someone who rarely shows a fragment of their feelings. “Ah Sensei, are you two going somewhere? Nanamin-san right here was about to tell me about his school days.” Yuuji pointed at the older guy beside him, an innocent grin plastered on his face.

“Is that so, Nanamin?” Gojo teased him with the nickname Itadori had given him. “I didn’t say anything.” He replied almost too quickly.

Leaning forward to his student, Gojo spoke with a smirk on his face. “You know, Yuuji. Nanamin’s school days were very very interesting.” He wiggled his eyebrows, glancing at her who narrowed her eyes at him. “Actually, your other sensei here was friends with him. Really close friends. Right, Nanamin?”

She could feel his eyes going back and forth between her and Gojo before he uttered his answer. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” He asked expressionlessly, but she could still detect the annoyed tone hidden beneath it.

Gojo’s smirk went even wider that it stretched all over his cheek. “Ahh, sadly you’re right. And as much as I want to stay here to watch. I do have somewhere else to go and I need Yuuji with me.”

“You do?” The boy wondered out loud.

“Yes, I do. Now come come. Let’s leave my two beloved juniors to reunite.” He went up to the boy and dragged him away. His voice echoed out loud in the hallway until eventually, it went quiet when he was far enough.

And that leaves the two alone. But together. With all of the words that are threatening to go out of their hearts. Words that both had yet to have the time to express with one another. She inhaled sharply before letting her eyes meet his. For a split second, it did before she avoided his sharp gaze again. Somehow she suddenly found it hard to say anything to him during this moment even though her mind was practically screaming at her to speak.

“It’s been a while.” He said, making her head snap to look at him once more, this time not breaking their gaze. His voice itself is still strong enough to weaken her knees. The power this man held over her over the years is crazy. “How have you been?” He asked.

She let out a breathy chuckle, a smile on her face. “I’m great.” Then she paused for a bit, considering what to say before she continued. “Well not really cause you know, this was actually supposed to be my day off and I was going to rest after my long mission which probably you had heard about from the others. But other than that, I’m doing fine. You?” She looked at him expectantly.

The tension on his shoulders was already gone by the time she finished her sentence. His eyebrows, however, were furrowed at the mention of the fact that today was supposed to be her day off. “You should stop letting others drag you around when you’re supposed to rest.”

Her eyes brightened up at his words. “Ah, you’ve always been the you-have-to-rest-or-else person. When asked a question, you should come up with an answer instead of a scold, Kento.” She said, but then stopped when she realized she just called him by his first name after all of the times they have spent apart from each other. “Is it okay if I call you with-”

“Why would I mind? You can call me anything you want and I would still let you every single time.” His comment made her go quiet. Her cheeks flushed at his warm words as she averted her gaze away from him. This gave him a chance to actually take in her appearance.

“You changed your hair.” He commented once more.

“Do you not like it?” She wondered, raising her eyebrows. Hand unconsciously inching towards the end of her hair.

“No. No. I think it suits you.”

She smiled while nodding her head, then looked at him. “I like your hair too. It has changed a lot since the last time we met.” Her eyes gaze on every inch of his face. Years that they spent not being together surely had changed him a lot in terms of appearances. If anything, age just brings more attractiveness to him. “I like it a lot. I can see more of you now.” She said.

He chuckled. And if she didn’t know him that well, she wouldn’t say that he was shy at the moment. But she does know him so well and Nanami Kento was indeed shy as the corner of his mouth slightly turned upwards. “You really should get a rest right now.” He said.

“You’re right.” She said, not averting her gaze away from him. Her eyes twinkled in amusement as a suggestion came into her mind. “Do you want to.........?” She gestured over her shoulders.

Then, naturally, he falls into the steps beside her as they both walk towards her room. Usually, she wouldn’t stay at the school’s grounds, but since she was too tired to go back to her apartment unit that is quite far from the school, she stayed in her old room. Besides, she had to send the reports to Yaga this morning, hence the reason why Gojo found her lurking around and decided to drag her to Nanami.

Then she cut him off before he could speak a word. “You don’t have to answer unless you want to.” Then no one spoke. Silence once again engulfed the two of them. She steps a bit farther to her right, creating a bigger space between them.

“How was your previous job?” I love you.

“How was your mission?” I love you.

The two stopped in their tracks, looking at each other as the words came out of their mouths simultaneously. Then she smiled, the smile that he has been yearning for years. Oh, how he missed seeing that smile. Clearing his throat, he finally speaks. “It was repetitive. Every day feels like the same day. The cycle of 24 hours keeps repeating itself. All the same routines.”

She smiled but not quite reached her eyes. “Sounds like the perfect environment for you. Salesman, right? Gojo-san told me.” Her eyes are downcasted to the ground before she looks up back at him once more. “The mission was a success, by the way. It took a while, draining a lot of energy, but I managed to complete it in the end.” She said, continuing their walk.

He stepped closer to her, closing the gap that she had created earlier. His eyes roamed to her body, scanning for any injuries that are yet to be healed. Then it landed on her bruised hand, the one that is brushing against his hand. She noticed this. “I’m okay. You don’t need to worry. I went to Shoko-san right after I got back yesterday. Nothing too severe or something like that.” She informed, before looking back to the front, trying to ignore the fact that she could feel the palm of his hand brushing against hers.

Then a hand landed on her shoulders, grasping them gently, stopping her from walking farther than him. Back to reality, she was. Noticing that they were already in front of her room. Seems that she spent too much time trying to focus her mind on anything else other than him, that she was zoning out a bit longer than she intended to.

She turned her body to gaze up at him and there he was already looking down at her. His hand still hovering above her shoulder as if he were trying to do something else, hesitantly. Her eyes flicker onto his lips for a split second before she quickly averted her eyes back to his eyes. “I guess, I’ll see you around?” The words come out of her mouth involuntarily. Betraying the one that is spoken in her mind.

Maybe it is just her feelings or maybe Nanami’s shoulders sank at the words that she uttered. A disappointed look took over his face for a moment as he took a step away from her, putting a distance between them. Just like she did earlier.

It’s been years. There’s no way he is still holding onto that promise, she thought.

Maybe she doesn’t feel the same anymore, he thought.

Putting a smile on her face, she looked down to the ground and when she looked back up, he noticed that it wasn’t her usual smile for it did not reach her eyes. “It’s nice to meet you again, Kento.” She speaks. And if Nanami could choose to only hear one thing in his life. It would be her voice that he chooses out of all of the choices there are in the world.

Then he was no longer looking at her. He was looking at the dark brown color of her door that she closed after he uttered the same words as her. What about the promise? He wondered. His eyes lowered to the ground, wishing to see a glimpse of her shadow from the gap between the door and the floor. I already understand my feelings now. Those feelings that reside in my heart for so long. They only grow even bigger without your presence.

Beat.

The sound of a door opening.

Beat.

“I love you.” He said out loud.

A sharp gasp could be heard. Eyes widened and there she was in front of him again. Mouth agape. A letter pressed on top of the place where her heart beats thrice faster against her ribcage. Their eyes connected to one another. A chuckle comes out of her mouth, followed by a laugh. A happy one.

She leaped if not maybe she jumped. But it doesn’t matter because his arms instantly latched around her waist, catching her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Laughter echoed, vibrating against his skin. He did not realize it but he was laughing too. The Nanami Kento. Laughing. Surely that is a sight to see. She had heard him laugh before, but never this happy.

Her feet no longer touch the floor as he lifts her a few inches off the ground. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Nanami Kento. And I love being in love with you.” She said, pulling back to look into his eyes. The letter has been discarded on the floor, no longer needed as the content has been said out loud and not written on a piece of paper anymore.

It was as if at that moment, they both had become younger. Becoming the two silly teenagers they were. Except, she wasn't the only one to be in love. “It never changed. Not even a bit.” She leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes, a wide smile on her face.

“Thank you,” A hand gripped her chin softly. “For waiting for me.” Just like that, the gap between them disappeared as he leaned his lips forwards.

It was a profound love. A burst of ecstasy in the dim light of the hallway. It’s a risky move, to be in love with someone. Even a bigger risk to take in the world that they are living in. But it’s a risk that they are willing to take. Because nothing could ever separate them again. Love is an absurd and the most unexplainable feeling that you could ever feel. You don’t ask to be in love. You don’t know when to be in love. And yet when it happened, it just did. Most of the time, it’ll hurt you. And it would be the most pleasing pain that you would ever feel. Cause even though it hurts. It’ll stay as love. And when two people fell in love with one another. The stars will shine brighter than they did before. The world around them would celebrate the unity of the two souls. The line of threads would tangle with one another and never once separate ever again. For eternity.

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