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janesinner · 2 months ago

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SG! Sentinel Prime x Female! High Guard! Reader

Transformers One

In this POV: the Reader is a member of the High Guard, who used to have a very close relationship with Sentinel, before he switched.

🦋🦋 part: 2

Y/N POV:

When I opened my eyes, I foundmyself on my knees in a golden room. My vision is blurry and my head still rang from the fight. Flashbacks from the fight ran in my mind, as I remembered D-16 challange my dearest friend Starscream. But I could do anything as Soundwave held me and Shockwave back.

Before anyone knew it, Airachnid and her mans rushed in and attacked. I found myself face to face with her, before she over powered me and kidnapped me.

My F/C optics widen in horror once I heard the familiar voice of my once called friend. My spark froze as his loud footsteps approaches me. "Well! If that's not the infamous High Guard! You guys gave me trouble finding you!"

Sentinel Prime smirked as he walked past imprisoned High guards, satisfaction visible on his faceplate. Just then, my optics met his red ones. For a second he froze, and his smirk twitched. I quickly looked away, my spark beating rapidly. I could hear him laugh hearty he praised Airachnid. "Airachnid! You even found Y/N!"

I heard as Sentinel walked up to my side, and smirked down at me

"My love~." "I'm NOT your 'Love'!" I growled as I looked up at him with hatred. My Optics met with his. His smirk widens more, as he leaned even closer towards me. I leaned further from him.

"Now now my love, Frown never suited your beautiful face." My frown only deepened as he placed his red servo under my chin and forced my head up. I jiggled my servos that were tightly locked in handcuffs, which only added boost to his smirk. "Tell me, Y/N, how were you living as an outcast? Mhm? Was Starscream taking good care of you?" Even with his gentle voice, I could tell he was holding his anger in check. His grip on my chin tightens as I stared in to his red optics. I remember the times they used to be blue. His whole frame was bluish and goldysh. Since the day, he turned his back on Sentinel and high Guard, he changed. He was no longer the man I respected and looked up to.

Sentinel and I were very close. Many thought we were dating but we weren't. I always loved Starscream, tho he was never the most kindest and wises, but he always sacrificed so much so save those he cared about.

Sentinel knew it, if only I knew what I know today, I would had thought it was another reason of his betray.

Flash back :

"SENTINEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" I shouted in horror. My spark was hammering against my chasis, as I watched Sentinel walking alongside with the Quintessons out of the cage. We acquired a distress call from Alphatrion, but it seems we were late.

Sentinel looked down on as, with an expression I couldn't read. The quintesson next to him growled something and raised it's gun at us, but Sentinel pushed it down as he made few steps towards me.

"Y/N..." He extended his blue servo towards me. As his blue Optics mixed with mine. "Come with me. I can treat you like a royally. You'll live like a Queen by my side, you'll have gold t-cog and live your best life, if... you'll become my Conjux Endura." I gasped as he opened his chasis, and revealed his spark chamber to me. That's when I saw it. Megatronus Primes t-cog, proudly shining in my optics, I stared at him in disbelieve, as I backed away. For a second, I could see pain in his blue optics. He made a step back and looked at his chasis, as he placed his servo over it.

"You'll pay for your betray, Sentinel!" Starscream growled, as he stood infront of me protectively, painting his nullray at him.

Sentinel, very slowly looked up back at us, his blue optics now filled with hatred, as a cruel smirk slowly rises. "No... I will not." With a single nod, all of those quintessons lifted their guns at us, and another fight began...

Present time:

"You're no longer the person I care about, you changed, Sentinel. And not for good!" I said with venom in my voice. He only chuckled once again, as he released my chin and walked past me. I could see B-127 looking at me with surprised expression. "Wait, you two knew each other before?"

"I thought I know him. But apparently I was wrong." B-127 looked even more shocked, but before he could say anything, he got interrupted by Sentinel, who looked really displeased. "Aw come on Y/N! It's still me just... in red, and I work for the Quintessons, and they did me a big honor- I mean look at me!" His smirk widens even more as he turned towards me, his gold wings high in the air and his chasis too. "I live as a King! And you could had live as my Queen, and you still can-" "I would rather die!" He only chuckled, as he looked at Airachnid and then back at me, he shook his head as he began to approach me with his servos behind his back. "Now there-" "leave her alone!" B-127 shouted at him. I was surprised by his bravely, but chill ran down my back, as my wings twitched with fear. Sentinel looked at him, with hatred. He frowned and began to approach him.

"Oh? And you think I'll listen to a little bot like you?" He almost laughed, and with few steps he approached him and leaned over him. "Because the last time I listened to a Iaconian, ended DEAD." "Why did you do it Sentinel! Why did you betrayed our friends! The Primes! Cybertron! What were you hoping to gain! A power! Was it worth it?!" I demanded to know. As he looked at me again, he calmed down lightly, as he straightened up and walked back up to me. "Yes, yed I was doing it for power, to live as a king, but the main reason, was you." He once again forced my chin up, as my optics met with his again. But this time... I didn't see the mech he become, no. I saw care and love in his optics. He released my chin and took my servos in his. "I could never impress you. I was just mere chief advisor. You were always running of to Primes and Starscream- so I had to do it! I couldn't lose you. You're everything to me. I love you, and you alone."

He leaned closer to me, his fore head pressed against mine, as he took a deep breath. "Come with me, I'll take good care of you." His words sounded so gentle, it brought back the memories when we were friends. He always hoped we could be something more, but we never were. I was with Starscream, and I love him deeply. I shook my head and looked up at him. "No."

The pain in his optics, they flickered again. He clearly didn't expected my rejection, as he backed away. He stared at him in disbelief for what felt like a minute, but then he growled, his optics burned with rage, as he stormed past me and towards Starscream, I screamed at him to leave him alone, but he ignored me. He grabbed Starscream by his throat and lifted him up, and tossed him over us, as he landed in front of our optics. He struggled to get on his feets, but sentinel stepped on his back, as he began to crush him with his pede. "Sentinel don't! Please!" I pleaded, as tears leaked down my cheeks. Sentinels gaze was stern, showing nothing but peace anger, as he slowly turned his head to me. His red menacing optics staring in to mine. He released Starscream and walked back up to me. "Look at you, always caring for others but never for me... but, that's good. Because now, I have a last proposal for you. So tell me... my love.~" I watched as he got on his knee again, and revealed his spark to me.

"Will you accept my offer now?

Let me know if you want a part 2~~

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unconventional-lawnchair · 6 months ago

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A Second Chance pt.1 {Blurb}

Poly!Marauders+Lily x Fem!Reader - Zombie Apocalypse Au

New Perspective Noah Kahan

Masterlist

Summary: You find a group of survivors who could really use your help}

Cw; Guns, death, animal death, hunting, cussing, minor character death, insinuations of abuse (reader is worried about Lily alone with the boys), Zombie apocalypse typical violence, reader is crushing on Lily, infants)

Wc- 2091

In the heart of the wilderness, there was a serene and tranquil grove. Tall, majestic trees stood like sentinels; their branches reached towards the sky. Dappled sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting a gentle glow on the moss-covered ground below. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the refreshing scent of earth and pine, it was getting later.

There was suddenly a sharp and ear-piercing shot that rang out. You lifted your head from the scope of the ancient rifle, looking across the beautiful thicket, and eyes falling on the limp body of your prize.

You had been at it for hours, avoiding the doe’s, knowing they had young hidden deep within the grass, much like yourself now. You stood up, lifting the bandana over your nose and hurried down the hill you were perched on. Pulling out your carvers knife as you got to work on the old buck at your feet.

“I'm telling you, it was a gunshot.” You heard whispers from behind you, the sound of fresh grass making way to footsteps. Two of them.

You quickly packed your plastic lined pouch and turned around, training your gun on the approaching forms behind you.

“Fuck-”

“What did I tell you!?”

There were two men. Great. Men. This close to your hideout? You needed to make your next move count. You could let them go, and risk them coming back to find you. You could shoot them both now and waste your very limited ammo. You could escort them out of the area but that would waste a day of travel. She couldn't wait. Your eyes scanned over their figures. The first one you saw had long black hair, a thin frame, tattooed pale skin and seemed to be the more pissed of the two. Seemed to be the one who heard the gunshot too. The other one was definitely taller, he had thick brown hair and startling hazel eyes. He seemed to be more of a threat out of the two, with his broader build and definitely gave the impression he was in charge.

You turned your gun to aim it at the taller one. His breath hitched and they both stared at you in panicked fear. “Wait wait wait.” He quickly pleaded, hands up and taking a small step back.

“Don't move or I'm pulling the trigger.” You threatened and he winced.

The black haired boy moved to step in front of him, but you cocking your gun seemed to knock some sense into him.

“Please, please don't shoot.” He pleaded. “I have a son, he's only a few weeks old. We have two other men in the group who are bedridden and injured. My wife is still recovering. We can't risk it.”

His pleading made your heart stop. It was so familiar it made your body ache.

~~~

“Please, please don't shoot.” He pleaded with the men in front of him. The camp was ransacked and some of the tents were set ablaze.

You and Regulus had made your way out of the camp late at night. You were going out patrolling, unable to sleep, and as usual, Regulus didn't want you going alone.

On your way out Barty joined you. So of course, Evan wanted to tag along as well. You attempted to convince them that one able bodied person should stay behind. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had just brought a beautiful baby girl into the world, so Mr. Granger was hardly focused on watching the camp.

A few others were there to watch over as well, but it was a big camp, and they needed all the help they could get. Evan teased you for your worry, no one had even passed your location in days. He still, however, promised to stay close to camp with Barty to patrol. Leaving you and Regulus to walk along the outermost parts of the camp.

Regulus eventually headed back, you stayed out. You loved the idea that people were still growing their lives even in such a desperate situation. But God, that baby did not know how to shut up. She was precious, from a distance.

You regretted that night.

You regretted so much of it.

When you made your way back the smell of burning flesh hit your nose first. You had to hold back the bile in your throat. You had come to be familiar with the stench of rot, but not when it was set ablaze.

You ran to camp and heard the commotion. You were gone for no more than ten minutes, and the sight of the dead bodies of your friends around you would be permanently etched into your mind.

You couldn't focus on anything through the chaos, until you heard Mr.Granger pleading. He had his hands up, standing outside one of the only standing tents left. You snuck around, taking in the situation from outside of your clearly useless walls. He was cornered, four men around him while one of them held the arm of Mrs. Granger like a vice, taunting her husband.

You made eye contact with Mrs. Granger and hers widened. You slowly reached for your gun and her expression shifted to pure desperation. She kept glancing at the tent and your heart fell. Hermione was still in there.

You took a deep breath and cursed. Hurrying to sneak behind the tent and cut into it from the back. You gathered what you could, what little you were able to scavenge from towns for Hermione as well. You heard two gunshots, but you didn't want to think about it. Quickly covering Hermione’s mouth with your hoodie to keep her cries muffled.

You didn't look back, running as far away from the camp as possible. You came back the next morning and eventually managed to find your own supplies and one of the several cars they seemed to have left behind. Worrying they may come back for it, you packed up what you could and left in the dinghy vehicle.

That was only a month ago.

~~~

You couldn't do it. You couldn't pull the trigger. You slowly sighed and lowered your gun, much to the startled surprise of both boys. There was a loaded silence between you three before you bit your lip. Looking down at your bag you gestured to the venison on the ground. “You can have what’s left. I can only carry so much.”

“W-what?” The black haired boy muttered out and the brunette seemed to lighten up at your offer. Eyebrows raised and mouth slack.

“On one condition. I want to know where your camp is. And.. I want to meet the mother.” You gestured to the deer again, as if to entice them, and the brunette narrowed his eyes in confusion but the other seemed to catch on. Giving a firm nod and walking over to the buck. You flinched heavily to the side so as to not be too close to him.

“What's your name?” The taller boy asked and you snapped your attention to him. You creased your brow in suspicion but, what could they really do with just your name?

“{Y/N}.”

“{Y/N}? Nice to meet you. My name is James.” He introduced and offered his hand, You simply stared at him and he cleared his throat and tried to play off the obvious rejection. “A-and this is Sirius!”

Said boy, Sirius, finally managed to get the deer over his shoulder before gesturing in front of him for you. “I’d rather stay behind you.” You huffed and he gave a brief nod. Turning with a hmph as he steadied the kill on his shoulder.

~~~

You quickly learned, in your brief walk, just how much James seemed to like talking. You were starting to genuinely believe that he wasn't a threat, but more wondering how on god's green earth he survived this long with a trap like that.

Sirius, on the other hand, was quiet for the most part. He would ask you questions to gauge how comfortable you were and how much you were willing to share with them. Mostly nothing.

When you passed by a certain stick standing in the ground, James gestured ahead. You peaked past him and saw the camp.

It was decent, but exposed. A large tent you assumed housed all of them, with a table and a campfire, the set up even allowed for the most sight around them. It was certainly temporary. The thought comforted you, but the idea they were traveling with an infant made you nervous.

“This is all?” You asked in a not intentionally condescending tone.

Sirius brushed past you and walked into the center of the clearing, dropping the load and standing up with a stretch. The tent door opened and you fixed your grip on the rifle, James grabbing the barrel and lowering it, earning a glare from you. Out limped a rather tall boy. Tanned skin, scar ridden, messy sandy blonde hair, and a clearly mangled leg. You took a deep breath.

Okay, they housed the injured and kept them around. The leader of the group was rather charming but that could go both ways. You needed to see the girl.

As if he could read your thoughts, Sirius spoke up and drew Remus’s startled expression from you. “Remus, can you get Lily?”

“She's reading to Harry.” Who you assumed to be Remus muttered and glanced back at you. Sirius shook his head. “Just a moment.”

Remus eyed you for a second before he peaked back into the tent and muttered something. Eventually, a tall red head stepped out of the beige shelter and she looked at Sirius, clearly annoyed. “What? I just got Harry down.”

“We have a visiter. Wants to make sure you aren't being held here against your will.” Sirius cheeked and you gave a glare his way, he simply winked back. Much more playful in his own domain.

“What?” Lily muttered and looked up at you. Your eyes locked for a moment and her jaw rolled as she sized you up. You suddenly felt extremely self conscious. Then, the most dazzling smile appeared on her face. “You wanted to check on me? How old are you sweetness?”

Her tone gave you such a rush of comfort you didn't even think before you spoke. “N-nineteen,” You whispered and she placed a hand over her chest and cooed at you. “You're just a baby. Are you alone?”

“No, not… not really.”

Merlin, her voice was like a siren song. Your shoulders went limp and the gun lowered. James gave a knowing smirk and Sirius looked offended at your compliance with Lily’s questioning. How does she do that?

“Shouldn't you be heading back? Someone must be looking for you.” She fretted and you tried to steady your breath. Remus looked between you two and slowly settled against the base of a tree with a wince.

“N-not yet, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You mumbled before you looked at James. He was smirking at you. He was smirking at you like your friend would in elementary before declaring he knew who your crush was.

You snapped out of your trance and quickly took a few steps back. “Actually-”

Your remark was interrupted by a loud bout of thunder. You looked to the sky with the rest of the group and you heard a loud cry from inside the tent. You felt your stomach drop. You could care less about the boys, but you couldn't leave a week old child in the middle of a thunderstorm.

You watched as the tend opened again and a sickly, pale boy stepped out. He was taller than you with a bit of a belly, he seemed friendly to a fault, a small smile growing on his sleepy face. Lily walked over to him and picked up Harry with a thank you to Peter.

“We need to get to some serious shelter soon.” James huffed and you looked around at the worry on everyone’s faces. You finally let your morals win over your common sense.

“I have a place.” You mumbled and Lily looked at you, startled.

“Honey, you really shouldn’t offer up-”

“I know, I know. Just..” You looked at Harry and Lily slowly smiled. She looked at the rest of the group and nodded. Peter seemed startled as he just noticed your presence, James seemed surprised just like Sirius. Remus seemed in distress, rubbing his leg as the storm grew closer.

“We would love your help.”

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reasonsforhope · 10 months ago

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"The world's coral reefs are close to 25 percent larger than we thought. By using satellite images, machine learning and on-ground knowledge from a global network of people living and working on coral reefs, we found an extra 64,000 square kilometers (24,700 square miles) of coral reefs – an area the size of Ireland.

That brings the total size of the planet's shallow reefs (meaning 0-20 meters deep) to 348,000 square kilometers – the size of Germany. This figure represents whole coral reef ecosystems, ranging from sandy-bottomed lagoons with a little coral, to coral rubble flats, to living walls of coral.

Within this 348,000 km² of coral is 80,000 km² where there's a hard bottom – rocks rather than sand. These areas are likely to be home to significant amounts of coral – the places snorkelers and scuba divers most like to visit.

You might wonder why we're finding this out now. Didn't we already know where the world's reefs are?

Previously, we've had to pull data from many different sources, which made it harder to pin down the extent of coral reefs with certainty. But now we have high resolution satellite data covering the entire world – and are able to see reefs as deep as 30 meters down.

Pictured: Geomorphic mapping (left) compared to new reef extent (red shading, right image) in the northern Great Barrier Reef.

[AKA: All the stuff in red on that map is coral reef we did not realize existed!! Coral reefs cover so much more territory than we thought! And that's just one example. (From northern Queensland)]

We coupled this with direct observations and records of coral reefs from over 400 individuals and organizations in countries with coral reefs from all regions, such as the Maldives, Cuba, and Australia.

To produce the maps, we used machine learning techniques to chew through 100 trillion pixels from the Sentinel-2 and Planet Dove CubeSat satellites to make accurate predictions about where coral is – and is not. The team worked with almost 500 researchers and collaborators to make the maps.

The result: the world's first comprehensive map of coral reefs extent, and their composition, produced through the Allen Coral Atlas. [You can see the interactive maps yourself at the link!]

The maps are already proving their worth. Reef management agencies around the world are using them to plan and assess conservation work and threats to reefs."

-via ScienceDirect, February 15, 2024

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issues4him · 6 days ago

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ghost!rafe x shy!reader’s first meeting !

summary: late at night, you discover that rafe cameron—no longer just a painting, but is a cocky, see-through ghost. he suggests you get to know your favorite soldier a little better <3

cw: none, fluff, rafe is cocky & handsome but what’s new

the drive to your grandparents’ mansion was long, the taxi weaving through narrow roads lined with towering oak trees that had stood for centuries. the summer heat clung to the air, making the car’s leather seats stick uncomfortably to your thighs as you shifted. the open window let in a warm breeze, carrying the scent of salt from the ocean nearby, mingling with the earthy aroma of the countryside. it was a familiar scent, one that immediately brought back memories of childhood summers spent running through sprawling gardens and getting lost in the endless halls of the grand estate.

you hadn’t been back in nearly two years. life had gotten in the way—college, obligations, the subtle drift that happens when time keeps moving forward. but your grandparents had missed you dearly, their voices always tinged with longing whenever they called. so, when the opportunity arose, you packed your bags and made the trip, excitement and nostalgia intertwining in your chest as the taxi pulled onto the long, cobblestone driveway.

the mansion stood just as you remembered—grand, elegant, timeless. its towering facade loomed in the twilight, the massive oak doors standing firm like sentinels guarding the past. ivy curled up the stone walls, and the familiar sight of the balcony where you once played as a child sent a rush of warmth through you.

as the taxi came to a stop, you took a deep breath, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. the driver helped you with your luggage, and before you could even ring the bell, the door swung open.

"oh, sweetheart!" your grandmother’s voice rang with joy as she stepped forward, arms outstretched. the moment you fell into her embrace, the scent of lavender and old books surrounded you—a scent that always meant home. behind her, your grandfather stood with a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he took you in.

"look at you," he mused, shaking his head. "all grown up. feels like just yesterday you were running through these halls, getting into trouble."

you laughed, the warmth of their welcome settling deep into your chest. "i missed you guys so much."

"come in, come in!" your grandmother ushered you inside, and as you stepped over the threshold, a familiar shiver ran down your spine.

the house was just as you had left it—majestic and untouched by time. the grand chandelier overhead cast a golden glow across the dark, marble floors, and paintings of long-gone ancestors lined the walls, their eyes following you as you walked past. but your gaze instinctively sought out one painting in particular—the one that had always drawn you in.

the soldier.

as a child, you had been captivated by the portrait. the man in the painting was young but carried an air of quiet strength, his uniform crisp, his expression calm yet intense. you had spent countless hours sitting on the staircase beneath it, talking to him as if he could hear you. when you got a new dress, you’d twirl in front of him, pretending he could admire it. on bad days, you’d sit at the bottom step and whisper your troubles to him, hoping his steady gaze held some kind of silent reassurance.

you remembered the first time you asked your grandparents about him,

"who is that?" your small voice had echoed in the vast hallway, eyes wide with curiosity, pointing to the handsome man in the frame.

your grandfather had sighed, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at the portrait. "that, my dear, is rafe cameron. a young soldier from the revolutionary war. he was the son of the original owners of this house. died in battle at just twenty-two years old."

twenty-two. even then, that had seemed so young to you. you had wondered what he was like, what his voice sounded like, if he had been kind or mean. you used to imagine what he would say if he could talk back. sometimes, you even wished on stars that he would.

now, standing in the hallway once more, you felt a familiar warmth bloom in your chest as your eyes landed on the painting. there he was, just as you had always known him—trapped in oil and canvas, a silent observer of time. his piercing blue eyes still held their unreadable expression, his posture unwavering, frozen forever in his military stance.

it was silly, but you smiled at him like an old friend. "hey, soldier," you murmured, barely above a whisper. your fingers traced the intricate gold frame, the cold surface grounding you in the present while your mind drifted to the past.

it felt foolish now—those childhood days spent confiding in him. but still, something about seeing him again made you feel… safe. like he had been watching over you all along.

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midnight found you restless.

the house was quiet, the kind of silence that only came with old mansions tucked away in the forest. you had tossed and turned for what felt like hours before finally giving up, slipping out of bed and wrapping yourself in your pearl-colored, silk robe. tip-toeing softly through the dimly lit halls, you made your way downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

the chilled liquid soothed your dry throat as you leaned against the counter, staring out into the night beyond the grand windows. everything felt eerily still, yet familiar. comforting, even.

glass in hand, you made your way back toward the staircase, passing the grand hallway where all the portraits hung. your feet slowed instinctively as you neared the soldier’s painting, your eyes flickering to it out of habit.

private cameron was there. silent. watching. just like always.

you exhaled softly, shaking your head at yourself. you were being ridiculous. it was just a painting.

taking another sip of water, you turned away and started back toward the staircase.

and then—you stopped.

a strange feeling settled in your stomach. something was… off.

slowly, you turned your head, glancing back toward the portrait, but the frame was empty.

your breath caught in your throat, heart hammering against your ribs. the golden frame still hung perfectly on the wall, the background of the painting untouched—but rafe was gone.

your fingers tightened around the glass in your hand, pulse roaring in your ears as you took a step closer, hoping—honestly praying—that your tired mind was playing tricks on you. but the truth was undeniable. the soldier was missing.

a chill ran down your spine, and before you could even begin to process what was happening, you felt a presence behind you. cold. close. way too close.

you whipped around so fast in fear that you nearly lost your balance, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat as your back hit the wall with a soft thud.

and standing there, in the dim moonlight streaming through the windows, was him.

rafe cameron.

except… he wasn’t flesh and blood. he was translucent, his form flickering faintly, as if he were caught between this world and the afterlife. but there was no mistaking him—the sharp jawline, the piercing blue eyes, the tousled hair that somehow still looked effortlessly perfect even in death.

your breath hitched, panic rising in your chest as you opened your mouth—only to slap both hands over it before a scream could escape. if you woke up your grandparents, you’d have to explain why you were losing your mind in the middle of the night, and frankly, you weren’t sure you could even put this into words.

"okay, okay—don’t scream," he said quickly, his voice smooth and alarmingly casual. "i know this is, like, super weird for you. and…y’look like you’re about to pass out—but, hey, hey, i promise, i’m not some evil spirit. i’m just… me."

you gaped at him, pressed flat against the wall, nearly unable to form a coherent sentence.

"oh my god," you whispered.

rafe gave a sheepish, almost amused smile. "not quite. but close."

your wide-eyed stare darted between him and the empty painting. "you—you were—what—"

he sighed dramatically, running a hand through his transparent hair. "yeah, yeah. i was in the painting. long story. really long story. but uh—hey! now i’m here." he gestured to himself as if that explained everything.

you swallowed hard, still not moving from your spot. he tilted his head at you, studying you for a moment before a smirk played at his lips.

"you know," he grinned, "i was really hoping our first meeting would be less…you nearly passing out and more… i don’t know, you fawning over me like you used to?"

still pressed against the wall, your heart is working overtime to make sense of the fact that the centuries-old painting is now missing its subject—and that very subject is standing in front of you, looking way too smug for someone who just got caught being a literal ghost.

“you good, sweetheart?” rafe asks, tilting his head. he crosses his arms over his chest, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “or are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?”

you blink rapidly, mouth opening and closing as you struggle to find words that make sense. “you’re— i— what—”

rafe lets out a low chuckle. “yeah, you’re gonna have to use full sentences, darlin’. i know i’m a lot to look at, but c’mon now.”

your face burns, and you immediately glare at him, which only makes his grin widen. he shifts his weight onto one leg, looking you up and down—not in a creepy way, but in a way that makes you feel like he’s sizing you up, like he finds your reaction amusing.

“okay,” you finally manage, voice slightly wobbly. “you—you’re real?”

“well…” rafe gestures to himself, the motion exaggerated as if to say, duh. “define real…”

you suck in a sharp breath, willing yourself to calm down. “but you’re— you’re not supposed to—” you point at the painting. “you were in there. for years. my whole life. and now you’re… out?”

rafe lifts a shoulder in an easygoing shrug. “i mean, technically, i was never in there. more like… tied to it. bound, if you wanna be dramatic about it.” he gestures vaguely to the frame. “but yeah, i guess you could say this is my first official night off the wall.”

you stare at him, still overwhelmed, still reeling, but then he gives you this cocky little half-smile—like he’s enjoying this way too much—and for some reason, it makes your panic short-circuit into pure exasperation.

“you’re acting like this is totally normal,” you blurt out.

he grins. “i mean, it is… for me.”

“rafe.” his name—one you never thought you’d actually say out loud—feels foreign on your tongue. his expression flickers at the sound of it, like he wasn’t expecting to hear it either.

“yeah?” he asks, a little softer this time.

your mind is still spinning, but you take a breath, gathering whatever courage you can muster. “what happens now?”

rafe tilts his head, eyes scanning your face like he’s figuring you out. then, with a playful glint in his gaze, he smirks.

“well,” he drawls, “that depends, sweetheart. how do you feel about getting to know your favorite soldier a little better?”

a/n: he’s so cocky and full of himself—as if he’s not a literal ghost?!? lol i love writing him sm.

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