#and i agreed with you. because of course i did. you'd trained me to believe everything was my fault . that you wanted to love me and i made

[inkskinned]

it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

[chaussetteblanche]

Training with Luke

pairing : luke castellan x fem!reader summary : the evolution of luke training you with a sword word count : 1.3k warnings : none

When you had agreed to Luke trying to teach you how to use a sword, this wasn't what you had been expecting at all. You'd warned him about your inability. Many before him had tried to teach you, but you had never managed to even swing the weapon properly. You had come to the conclusion that swords were your mortal enemy and that you would for sure die at the hand of one.

"Pshh, I don't believe that for one second, you just haven't found the right teacher, doll." Luke had scoffed one sunny afternoon, after you'd confided in him your inability to wield his favourite weapon. You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder. "Careful, I think your ego may be inflating." He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no, but come on, I'm serious." Luke turned to you, angling his head to the side and giving you a soft smile. "Please let me try to teach you. I won't promise anything, you certainly won't be able to beat me, but maybe you can learn the basics without cutting a finger off." You pursed your lips as you thought. After weighing the pros and cons, you finally conceded with a sigh. "Fine, you and your modesty have convinced me." He rolled his eyes. You continued. "But you have to promise to go easy on me." "I promise, pretty girl."

And that is how you found yourself all geared up and very groggy on this Saturday morning. You wiped some of the sleep out of your eyes and yawned once again. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden glow on the arena you both stood in. Luke, who stood a few meters away from you, crossed his arms over his chest.

"Why are you so tired anyway?" "Because... I don't know if you remember, but there was a party last night and I-" "Oh, yes, I remember very well. You and Clarisse were on fire, dancing and singing, or should I say shrieking, and pouring everybody more drinks." He chuckled as he remembered the night before, which had only been a few hours ago. He'd been there, of course, he always came to parties, but he'd barely drank anything and had left pretty early. Unlike you. He had claimed he had to train in the morning, and you hadn't realised that had included you until this morning, when he'd come to wake you up. "How dare you. I'll have you know that some Apollo kids have asked me if I'm really sure that I am not one of them, considering my musical talents are extraordinary." You lied, feigning offence. "Yeah, right, that's likely." He snorted. "Anyway, enough chit-chat, get into stance."

You did as you were told, placing one foot ahead and the angling the other slightly outward. Luke circled you, eyes trained to your body. He gently tapped your shoulders, reminding you to keep them straight. You moved them immediately. "Good girl," he praised. You bit back a smile, your stomach flipping.

"Okay, now I'm going to come at you, okay? I'll go easy on you, just like you asked," he smirked. You rolled your eyes at his words, which you knew had an underlying meaning. "Just do it, Castellan." You readied yourself. He nodded once and bolted forward. Before you could register anything or react, you were on the ground with Luke's sword at your neck and a dull pain in your ass. You coughed as dust raised around you. "You know you're supposed to block, right?" he asked, lifting his sword and moving the blade out of your way. He held out his hand, chuckling. "You ass." You took his hand and let him help you up. You rubbed your bum with your free hand. "That was not going easy on me!" "You have to trust me, I really was. If I hadn't I would have done this." Before you could even reply, Luke had kicked your legs out from beneath you and lightly kneeled over your chest, making sure not to hurt you. "I hate you," you spat. "Get off me." You pushed at his legs and sat up. You knew your cheeks were red and you hated yourself for it. You pouted as you looked up at him.

"You see? It's no use. I'm no good with a sword and you can't change that." You folded your arms over your chest, very aware that you probably looked like a disgruntled child. "Darling, don't give up just yet." Luke gently pulled you up by the elbow and picked your sword up off the ground. He wiped some dirt off your cheek. "I'm sorry, that was mean. But don't give up yet! We can still try offence!" You huffed as you took your sword. "Fine. But stop calling me pet names." You didn't actually want him to stop, but if you wanted to take this seriously, he had to stop distracting you.

"If you manage to beat me, I'll stop," he bargained. "That's hardly fair," you sighed as you got into stance and raised your sword. He only shrugged. "C'mon, hit me with your best shot."

Over the weeks, you surprisingly got better at fighting with a sword. You stopped only using your customary bow and arrow and started carrying around a sword, much to the surprise of everyone who knew you. Training with Luke had not only made you better, it had also brought you two closer together. You'd been good friends since you'd arrived at camp, a few months after he did, but you had never spent as much time together as you did now. And such proximity made you question what you felt for him.

You met him one afternoon for training, feeling frustrated. Since you'd got up that morning, everything had gone awry. You'd got assigned shitty chores, had had to break up a fight between two new campers and in the midst had suffered a bird attack. Needless to say, you were looking forward to releasing some anger. But Luke was acting strange.

"Quit going easy on me," you grumbled as you helped him to his feet after knocking him to the ground for the third time. "I'm not going easy on you." He shook his head, frowning slightly. "Yes, you are. Stop it." You glared at him. "I'm not-" You lifted your sword and kicked him in the chest. He didn't even block and fell over once more. You'd never seen his camp shirt so covered in dirt.

"Stop bullshitting me, Castellan." You raised your sword and pointed the blade at his throat. "Okay, okay, fine, I'll stop," he grumbled. He rolled his eyes and pushed your blade away before lifting his hand for you to take. You slapped his hand with the flat of your blade and pointed your sword back at his neck. He frowned. "You're not getting away that easy." "Hey, doll, c'mon-" "No." He sighed and threw his head back, exposing his neck and the coloured beads hanging from it. Your eyes were drawn to his soft exposed skin but your focused again, clearing your throat. "Come on, get up. By yourself." "You asked for it."

He swung his legs across your ankles, making you yelp and fall to the ground. And before you could reach for your sword which had slipped out of your grasp, he had pinned you down by the wrists. "Am I going easy on ya now, darling?" You grimaced and squirmed but the hold he had on your wrists would not budge. And with him straddling your hips, you couldn't move your legs. You looked up at him and saw the coloured beads you knew so well swinging above your face. You swallowed. "No, you're not." "Are you happy?" "I'll be happy when you stop being such a smug ass, Castellan." His laughter was music to your ears.

[auroracalisto]

day #3: telling a kid all about santa claus.

simon x gn!reader, 568 words tw: child (written as your six-year-old cousin). cussing. simon from dinner in america.

Simon stared at you like you had suddenly grown an extra limb.

"The fuck?" Simon questioned, blinking quickly for just a moment. "Okay. Sure. Babysitting your brat cousin I can handle. But he believes in Santa Claus? The fucking Tooth Fairy? Come on, Y/n, how old is the kid?"

"He's literally six years old, Simon," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. He's currently laying down, watching a cartoon on the VHS tape you had put on for him.

Simon deflated at that, grumbling under his breath. "Why the fuck are you even watching him to begin with?"

"His mom asked me to," you said. "I didn't ask questions."

"And you agreed? We were supposed to go out."

"After she comes back, we will. Our plans are still the same, just a little later than we said. I promise," you said.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to sit on the sofa, beside of where your little cousin sat watching the TV.

He glanced back at Simon, wide eyed for a moment before he suddenly sit up.

"Simon!" he said. Because of course he knew Simon—he knew his favorite cousin's boyfriend.

Made Simon's skin crawl.

"Simon, it's Christmas," he excitedly said.

"Yeah, yeah," Simon said, rolling his eyes as he looked at the television.

"What did you ask for?"

Simon blinked, looking at the child. "What?"

He was careful not to cuss around the kid. Last time he did, you'd punched his arm so hard it left a bruise. Rightfully so, but still.

"Santa! What did you ask Santa for?"

He stared the child down, looking to you for help.

You came over and sat down in front of the boy, smiling. "What did you ask for?" you asked the little boy.

He immediately seemed so excited. "Legos! And, and cars, like... like an orange car! A green car. And Thomas!"

You gasped softly. "Thomas? Thomas the Train?"

"Yes!" the little boy giggled, nodding when you got it right. "Thomas. I love Thomas. Will Santa bring it for me?"

"Oh, I'm sure he will!" you said, kissing his little chubby cheek.

Simon grumbled under his breath, something you didn't truly catch, but you still looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

Simon looked to you, frowning.

"You, uh, you know Santa lives in the North Pole, right?" he asked your cousin.

He looked back at Simon with wide eyes. "Yes! All the snow. So cold."

"Yeah, I could fu—I could imagine," he said, snorting softly. "Your mama ever tell you about all the reindeer?"

The boy blinked as he thought, before he grinned. "Like Rudolph?"

"Yeah. The one with the bright, red nose."

"Yes! We watch the show. Mommy loves Rudolph and snow and she loves hot chocolate." The little boy gasped and looked up at you. "Hot chocolate?"

"Do you want hot chocolate?" you asked him, gently ruffling his hair.

"Pleeeease," he said, clinging onto you in a death grip of a hug.

You snorted softly and looked over at Simon. "You want some?"

"Nah," he said, looking towards the TV. "I'm good."

You stood up, carrying the boy to the kitchen with you. All the while, you couldn't fight your smile.

You knew Simon had a hard time reeling it in sometimes, but damn, he really tried for you today. It warmed your heart in ways you didn't think was even possible.

[fun-k-board]

Hey, could I request Bi Han/Sub Zero romantic headcannons with a male reader who is his right hand man and childhood friend?

Bi-Han / Sub-Zero with a boyfriend who's his childhood friend

Note(s) : I'm gonna be honest, I don't really like him, but I want to try and be a better writer by writing about characters I don't like. Please, give me critiques on how I wrote him!

First of all, he was incredibly moody as a child already, not exactly of his own volition having a dad like his would ruin any kid, so if you can't handle people who are mean on purpose? You'd have a REALLY hard time getting along with him.

Bi-Han was always brooding, in the corner with a frown, he eats with a frown, sleeps frowning, talks to his brother's frowning, the only time he's ever smiling is either in private or when it's just him and Kuai Liang, but it doesn't happen that often any more after his dad died.

To befriend him, you'd either need to be a part of the Lin Kuei, either born into the clan, maybe the son of one of the lower Lin Kuei members, or found and taken in by the clan, or somehow be involved with one of the Lin Kuei's missions.

It's a long and slow process, but even just talking to him once a day will eventually gain a semblance of trust, it'll be hard to show it, and he mostly does by standing next to you and sometimes agreeing with you, but these things will take time.

By your teenage years, you two began training together, maybe he tends to be a little rougher than other Lin Kuei, and maybe he's broken your nose once, twice, possibly even thrice before, but he did apologise, eventually.

He would confide in you about troubles with his brothers, well, he insists that Smoke isn't a brother and more like a stray even though that's just not true, but Bi-Han would be awkward and reserved about talking with you.

He feels that this isn't your business, and not only that, he feels like you just... Wouldn't get it? While he understands you may have issues of your own, his situation is rather unique.

His troubles mainly consist of Kuai Liang and Tomas upholding tradition, Bi-Han believes that his brothers view tradition higher than him, and even though he's grandmaster, that they don't take his opinions into account.

Of course, this is ludicrous, his brothers follow his every word and typically offer little resistance, though, if you try to tell him that he will just storm off and claim he was right all along and that you don't understand. He'll eventually come to his senses and realise what you said was true, but, won't apologise.

If you agree with him, or at least say you do, he'll murmur a gruff complaint about his brother's and then you'll sit in silence for a while.

By the time MK1 rolls around, he's fairly jaded, he doesn't like talking to his own brothers, he dislikes them a fair amount actually, but he still loves them, or, at least he holds love in his heart for Kuai, he still hates Smoke.

Bi-Han doesn't know exactly what he feels for you, he knows it's not friendship, but at the same time, he's never really had friends before, so, he can't be sure. All he understands is that he values you, and more importantly, your opinion, if you disagree with him it may hurt his pride, but please, stay firm, he comes around eventually, only with you.

He wants to wait for something, that maybe proves you may love him, because when that rolls around, he can fully decide whether to act on his emotions or not.

You most likely accompany the trio to stop Shang Tsung, and you'll most likely be there when Bi-Han betrays the Lin Kuei. Obviously, you choose to stay with him, and, it breaks Smoke and Scorpions heart, they may not have known you too well, but, they knew you were one of the only things that would stop him from going down that path.

In a way, you both failed them that day.

Now, after proving your loyalty to him, you're basically his right hand man and oversee a lot of the clan, you train young and old recruits, you maintain a harsh schedule everybody is expected to follow, you help Bi-Han with whatever he needs, and sometimes need to force him to take a day off.

By the way, he won't let you say his actual name, you always have to either call him Sub-Zero or Grandmaster, depending on if you're on a mission or not, his name is personal to him, a core part of his identity, and, until you're closer, he feels awkward letting you call him Bi-Han.

During this, he becomes even more angry, even more distant, even with you, and it may take pushing, reminding him of your childhood spent together, for him to crack.

He won't come crying into your arms, he doesn't beg for forgiveness or want any, he just sits there, and begins to rant. He rants about how he feels like, if he was a better grandmaster, his brothers would have joined him, if he was a better grandmaster, maybe he wouldn't have joined Shang Tsung, and wouldn't have been tempted by his lies.

You hold a hand to his shoulder, and you confess, you tell him what you think about him, how you feel about his temptation into evil by Shang Tsung, and even though he doesn't want forgiveness, you give it.

And, with permission, you hold his hand. It's a small step, but, it's the most contact you two will have together for a long time.

Now, he gives you small smiles in private, nothing wide, but something so tiny it's hard to differentiate from not having an expression at all, he gives you some time off, more than he gives himself, anyway, and more importantly? He feels himself relaxed around you.

Telling a joke that would once make him scoff and walk away now makes him let out a gruff and amused noise, it's a mix between a laugh and breath of air, and he only does it for you.

Dinners with him are less awkward, when before you would sit in silence, hesitantly taking bites from food. You two now chat quietly about your day, each recruit, and sometimes about each other. You can actually enjoy the food and his presence.

He lets you call him Bi-Han now, not in public, but, when you two are alone, in a hallway, in your rooms, having dinner or breakfast privately, whichever situation calls for you two to be alone, he lets you call him by his name, and, it makes him feel vulnerable. It makes him feel loved.

He's always held your opinion in high regard, but now, it's honestly the only one that matters besides his own, and he does, silently, hope you aren't so tempted by power like he is.

Bi-Han may take longer to kiss or cuddle you than what most would consider normal, he loves you, he knows he does now, but, he's nervous, no, he's afraid. He knows he's a rough man, and he knows how uncaring and even violent he is and can come across as, so, naturally, he tries to avoid the subject. He doesn't want to do anything without your consent, but he's also far too afraid to ask.

It will take you to ask him, you'll need to make the first move, and when you do ask him for that first kiss, he gives you that small, hardly noticeable smile, and you both lean in, closing your eyes...

It's awkward. Maybe you know how to kiss, maybe you don't, but Bi-Han definitely doesn't, and, it shows. He feels slightly embarrassed at how lost he is, but, you two can learn together, and even just telling him, hey, maybe it wasn't the best, but, we can learn together, lifts his spirits an unnatural degree.

For the next week, the schedules become less strict for most Lin Kuei members, and any mess ups are met with less harsh, but still kind of harsh, punishments.

Kissing is basically ingrained into your schedule now, once in the morning on the cheek before breakfast, maybe once at lunch if it's a tough day, and always a peck on the lips at night before bed.

It takes less time to cuddle if you've already kissed before, sure, it still takes a bit long, but, so do most things with this man. Maybe it starts with holding his hand, or, sitting on his bed and talking about things, training gets hard sometimes, so perhaps you're just a bit tired.

You look up at him and quietly ask if you can just lay down for a while, or, maybe you just lay down yourself and wait for any objections, either way, he lets you lay down, and eventually, lays down next to you. Your hands hold each other tightly, your head is resting on his shoulder and it feels strangely perfect, despite how stiff his shoulders are.

This becomes semi natural in your schedule, but only after a long day, cuddling each other until you or him are on the brink of sleep, and then you return to your bed. You two still sleep in separate beds, that's just how he prefers things, no matter how much he trusts you, it's just more comfortable.

I'd recommend cuddling in summer, because, he's insanely cold and the winter is not at all suited for cuddle sessions between you two.

It takes a bit for you two to start calling each other 'boyfriend', not because Bi-Han doesn't consider you his lover, and therefore boyfriend, but because he sort of just assumes that kissing, cuddling, all of that, makes you together automatically, and, he doesn't like announcing his relationships.

It's not like he's embarrassed of you, he seriously isn't, but, you're the only person who sees the vulnerable side of him, and he prefers to keep it that way. None of the other Lin Kuei members, god forbid any one else, deserves to know your relationship with each other.

Dates are rare, extremely rare, you two have major responsibilities within the clan, and, Bi-Han doesn't trust anybody enough for them to run it while you two are away, so, the most date-like thing you'll experience is eating dinner together after every one has had theirs and left.

[whisperofwonder]

I Wouldn't Be Who I Am

Togata Mirio x reader (established relationship) - 2k words

Mirio seems perfectly fine with the fact that he has lost his quirk, not to mention everything else that's happened. All you want is to support him, but like this, you aren't sure how.

(includes a single spoiler for the bnha epilogue toward the end)

Tagging @dira333 because she has become my fellow Mirio enjoyer.

2 Days After

The nurse leads you down the hospital hallway. After what feels like an eternity, you're finally being allowed in to see Mirio. As the door swings open, you steel yourself. You can't imagine what he must be going through, between the losses of his quirk and of Sir Nighteye. You're prepared to grieve with him.

To your surprise, a beaming smile is on his face, even as you blink back the prickle of tears in your own eyes. His arms open, and in mere moments, you're across the room and launching yourself into them. He holds you tight, warm and solid and here. "I did it," He says, muffled into your neck, "I saved her."

"Yeah," You choke out as you pull back, tears welling in your eyes now. "You did it." You're looking at him with a watery smile, and he catches your face in his hands.

"Hey," He says more gently, swiping at a runaway tear with his thumb, "It's okay. I'm here." His eyes are still dry, and you feel silly for crying.

"I'm the one who should be comforting you," You protest with a weak laugh. He's always been an upbeat guy, contagiously cheerful, but you'd expected even him to break in a situation like this.

"I'm fine," He says, so matter-of-factly that you believe him. "I mean, of course saying goodbye to Sir was hard, but he wanted me to keep smiling. He believed in me, and in a better future for everyone. So I'm gonna help bring about the future that he envisioned." His smile is wide, warm, and as genuine as ever. The kind of smile you never could resist returning. It doesn't last long on your face, however.

"But, your quirk," You add, not sure how to bring it up more delicately. You don't understand how this isn't devastating to him. He's worked so hard to master his quirk and trained relentlessly to hone it, and now everything he's worked towards is gone.

"Yeah, but didn't you hear? As soon as Eri masters her quirk, she'll be able to give mine back. It's not like it's forever. This doesn't change anything." You bite your lip before you say anything, but you don't agree. To you, it almost seems like this changes everything. His overwhelming confidence is one of many things you love about him, but you can't help wondering at what point it becomes a crutch.

3 Weeks After

"Eri!" Mirio says brightly to the small girl half-hidden behind his leg, "I want you to meet someone really special." He gestures at you, and you smile, crouching down to her level.

"Hi, Eri," You say, introducing yourself. She's a sweet girl, you have to admit. She's here to spend the day at the festival, and when you aren't helping your class with their part in the festivities, you're looking forward to spending some time with her and Mirio.

"It's nice to meet you," She says shyly. "Lemillion said you're very nice and pretty." You glance up at your boyfriend with a quirked eyebrow, and he just shrugs and winks at you.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I, Eri?" Her brow crinkles for a few moments, puzzled, but then she slowly shakes her head no.

"Mirio," You scold him softly, giving his hand a squeeze. It hasn't been the same, not seeing him in school every day. His absence is a constant reminder that things are different now. Even today, he's here as Eri's escort, not a student.

If it affects him, being here while not being a part of it, he doesn't let it show. It must be for Eri's sake, you think. You know how deeply he feels about her, and how much she looks up to him and Midoriya. He spends the entire day with a smile on his face, laughing and joking and jovial as always. It should reassure you, but instead you feel as though you have to ache for him.

Even after Aizawa-sensei picks up Eri to take her back to the hospital, his mood doesn't falter. He reaches for your hand, tugging you close as he prepares to walk you back to your dorm. Above, stars are twinkling out one by one, and he's chattering away in your ear. "--And your class's performance was so great! I think Eri really loved it."

It's been building up all day, and you can't hold it in any longer. "How are you so happy all the time?" You blurt out.

"What?" He blinks at you, coming to a stop.

"I just-" Tears are welling in your eyes, and it's so stupid. "You lost your quirk, Mirio. Everything you've been working so hard for, and it's just gone! And Sir Nighteye - I know how much you admired him, how much he meant to you. And yet I haven't even heard you say a word about him." You swipe roughly at the tears that are starting to stream down your face, and Mirio chases after a few with the backs of his fingers.

The expression on his face is dead serious now. "Where is this coming from?" He asks levelly.

"I - I don't know," You wave your hands helplessly. "I just - I don't want you to bottle it all up inside and pretend it's all okay. I want you to - to feel everything you've lost. Because it's okay to do that." You pause your rambling long enough to sniffle grossly through your tears. "I was prepared to grieve with you," You finally say quietly, "But I guess I wasn't prepared for this."

To your surprise, he draws you into his arms rather than saying anything, holding you tight against him. Your arms slide around his middle, and you're both silent. After a few moments, you feel his shoulders begin to shake.

"I'm sorry," He squeezes out.

"Don't apologize," You say thickly, finally pulling back to see the tears streaming down his face. "I - I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." You cup his face in your hands, brushing away as many tears as you can with your thumbs. "I wasn't trying to make you cry," You force out a wet laugh.

"I know." He shakes his head. "I think about him every day," He says hoarsely, "Sir. If anything I could have done would have changed things. I know he'd tell me not to, but I can't help it." He shrugs, and you catch another tear with your fingers. "I wake up in the morning, all ready to get some training in, and I remember. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it always hits me like a ton of bricks."

You nod silently, sliding your hands down his arms and wrapping them around his fingeres. "And I keep smiling anyway, because Sir told me to. Because Eri needs me to. Because I don't want to burden you or anyone else with my pain."

"Your pain is not a burden," You say quickly. "I want to share it with you. Make it less, if I can. Or just hold you, if it will help." You give his hands a squeeze. "I don't want you to feel like you have to go through this alone."

"Thank you." He says more quietly, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours for a moment before pulling back again. "I love you. And, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel this way." He brings your clasped hands to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. "But you know, I also keep smiling because it's who I am. I'm Lemillion. I smile. I like smiling." He huffs out a laugh and wipes away the last of his tears with his shoulder.

"I know," You say, managing a smile of your own. "And that's one of the many things I love about you."

3 Months After

There's a knock at your dorm door, and you put down your pen. "I'll be there in a minute!" You call, shuffling your papers into a neater stack before getting up.

"It's me," Mirio calls from the other side, "I've gotta go soon, but can I come in for a sec?"

"Sure, hold on!" You push your chair in, stretching your arms above your head to work out the kinks in your back. You've probably been sitting down a little too long anyway.

Before you even make it to the door, Mirio's face appears through it. Your hands fly to your face to stifle your startled shriek, then you shriek again when you realize exactly what's happening.

"Hey!" He grins, "Can ya actually let me in? I'm not wearing my suit, and I think I'd better keep my clothes on." Your hands are shaking as you fumble with the doorknob.

"Your quirk!" You say after you get the door open and he sweeps you up in his arms. "Eri? She did it?" You ask breathlessly. It's not that you'd ever doubted her, but somehow this moment had always felt so far away.

"Yup!" He's holding your hands, and all it takes is a tug to pull you into a kiss.

"I'm so happy," You breathe as he pulls away smile mirroring his.

"Me too," He laughs. "I just had to stop by." He pauses. "To say thank you."

"For what?" You shake your head, still trying to convince yourself that this is real.

"Cause you were with me. You helped me get here."

You shove his shoulder. "Stop it! I didn't have anything to do with this." You don't deserve any of the credit for the incredible resilience he's shown all these months, or for the miracle of Eri's quirk.

"You helped," He says firmly, "I only smiled as much as I did because you were there when I couldn't any more. You hurt with me when I needed it, and now I hope you'll keep on smiling with me." He presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling backwards. "And I really really do have to go. I just wanted you to know." He throws his hand up in a wave, "Bye! I love you!" And just like that, he's darting away.

"I love you too!" You shout after him, hoping he's not too far away to hear you. You keep smiling even long after he's out of sight.

8 Years After

You've always known this was inevitable. For as long as you've known Mirio, you didn't have to be Sir Nighteye to know that this was in his future. Still, when you get the news that it's finally official, you feel the tears come, even as you're dancing around alone in your kitchen.

The moment he gets through the door, you throw yourself at him. "Welcome home, number one," You say cheekily, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a long kiss to his lips before he can even respond.

"Oh?" He pulls back with a hum, "If I knew this was the kind of treatment I'd get as the number one hero, I would've gotten there a long time ago." He hefts you up in his arms and you let out a surprised squeak as he spins you around, laughing gleefully.

"I knew you would do it," You say after he finally sets you down, a little dizzy and still breathless from your laughter. "So did Sir Nighteye," You add more quietly.

"Yeah," he says softly, expression sobering. He absently rubs circles into your hips, silent for a few moments. "I think it's a big part of the reason I got here," He finally speaks up. "Losing my quirk. Sir taught me how important it is to smile, but I think I also needed to learn that it's okay not to, sometimes."

"So thank you," He goes on, smile breaking across his face again, "For letting me not smile." He pulls you into a more tender kiss. "But also for smiling with me, all these years." He adds against your lips, letting you feel your favorite smile pressed against your own.

[vxperorchist]

Hewwo~ Can I request Kazuha, Heizou and Thoma with an obedient s/o. How would they treat her? How does he respond to her always agreeing without an argument.

Reader from an old school family(took from how japanese women treated back then) where her parents and family are sexist, look down and treat her back. Her parents force to "train" her how to be a good housewife. So it's sorta of a unhealthy habit to just follow whatever the man says without question it. And always have a smile, doing most housework and make sure to please her Lover. And that's what makes them concerned.

Just a random idea lol

Traditional roles. (Thoma, Heizou, and Kazuha x Fem! Reader)

Scenario: Reader grows up in a traditional household, with that comes the habit of being obedient to the point it becomes a recognized issue.

Warnings: Reader has a old/traditional upbringing, can be seen as a rough childhood.

This is so unique! I have never written something like this, and i really do like the aspect of messing around with the readers upbringing and making them different! Thank you so much for requesting too! <333

Kazuha:

He was honestly one of the more observant people who noticed this behavior.

He thought it was just your personality, but realized after a while when you'd always give up on a disagreement.

He test it to make sure, saying something that was incorrect to see if you'd correct him, which you never would.

He didn't know much about how you grew up, you'd mentioned it a few times to him about how you weren't emotionally close with your parents, and he'd brush it off, not wanting to pry.

He was able to come to the conclusion himself that you were raised in a traditional housewife role.

If you wanted that lifestyle, he wouldn't have changed it, but he knew you didn't want that for yourself, and he didn't want it for you regardless.

He was gentle with it, not wanting to throw you off at first. He'd pick up small chores, which you considered "your job."

You dismiss him, telling him you could get it, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let me help you, there's quite a bit on your plate"

Those words seemed so foreign to you, but you wouldn't fight him if he wanted to help. Wasn't that a part of your role after all?

Soon enough he was taking up tasks by himself, you were puzzled by your new situation of freedom.

Getting you to correct him was the biggest challenge, as you were raised to never talk back, even if it was a correction, you were never right in their eyes.

To combat this, he'd start with simple things you could correct him on.

"What color was that flower you liked again? Was it lavender? I believe it's lavender... Or was it sky blue?"

You'd hesitate for a second, opening and closing your mouth a few times without anything coming out.

He of course knew the color of the flower you liked, but this was his method of changing your ways.

"It was the sky blue one, the one we found on the beach together." You corrected with a large exhale, as if a pressure had just been released from your back.

From there on, he'd subtly assist you in changing that traditional role :)

Heizou

He noticed overtime, with a frown on his face Every time you didn't correct him when he was talking out loud about a case he was working.

"The suspect has black hair, standing around 5 feet 7 inches."

The suspect was blonde.

You had a better memory than him sometimes, and he knew that.

He was more persistent, he was an investigator after all.

He'd ask you questions all the time about your childhood, trying to put the pieces together on why you were so obedient to him.

He did some extensive research on your parents, some could call it stalking, but he called it investigating.

He learned they were stuck by the traditional roles of the land, this was something generational. He wanted you to be the breakthrough, because in reality, those roles were so old they weren't beneficial in the time now.

He was determined to fix the mindset you had. He tried to be gentle, but he didn't want this mindset to last any longer.

He took up all the roles you took upon himself.

The chores? All done before you were awake.

You were startled, and a little overwhelmed as it was a situation you were unfamiliar with. You didn't know what to do with yourself.

You didn't know how to explain to Heizou that you relied on those chores to keep you busy, and they felt like a purpose.

Being so caught up in chores didn't allow you to have any real hobbies, and he encouraged you to go out with him or find something you were interested in.

Everytime you'd attempt to do a chore that you saw as your responsibility, he smoothly put himself in front of you, gently pushing you by your waist the other direction as you tried to protest.

You were thankful for him, for showing you freedom from the traditional roles, even if it was overwhelming in the beginning.

Thoma

Thoma took more time then the others to realize how your childhood was effecting you.

It completely blew over his head for a while, he was convinced it was simply your personality.

It took him some time to realize this was something external affecting you, and this wasn't your natural personality.

Thoma was already super gentle with you, if you insisted on wanting to do something like chores, he'd let you without an argument.

It wasn't until you were physically exhausting yourself that he noticed.

After a long day for the both of you when chores still needed to be done, he'd suggest doing them the next day.

You however, physically exhausted, eyes barely open, demanded you do it as soon as possible.

This was one of the only times he tried to argue against you. He loved you, and wanted you to do what made you happy, but if it was physically harming you then he wouldn't allow it.

He guided you back to bed, his hands clamping around your hips as you struggled against his much taller frame.

He'd realize how you did this out of habit, which made him further realize this was how you were raised to be, devoted to the male figure at all times.

He asked Ayato for advice, and Ayato was able to inform Thoma on your family history. (Ayato has connections... So many of them.)

Thoma was able to attempt to break those traditional roles you were so reliant on.

He appreciated you had something you were built on, but didn't appreciate the fact it was both mentally and physically demanding to uphold this lifestyle.

He was incredibly gentle and understanding with you throughout the process, he knew how long this could take, as it was a tradition thrown on you a long time ago.

He was patient with you, and was with you every step of the way in figuring yourself out. <3

[fuxuannie]

Do you think you could write Jing yuan crushing on Trailblazer!reader? Like just some general headcanons and his reaction when they leave Xianzhou Luofu.

* pairing : jing yuan x gender neutral reader

* prompt : ♡

* authors note : working and clearing out requests! so there'll be a ton or atleast a handful coming out today before i reopen requests again ^_^ i'm definitely gonna need a small break after this (ﾉ_；)ヾ(´ ∀ ` )

* brief warning : spoilers ish for luofu arc!

ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ JING YUAN thinks falling for a trailblazer is all fun and games till they leave.

— At your arrival, Jing Yuan's intentions with you and the Astral Express family that came with you were simply business related (aka having you run his errands)

— However, you caught his eye. The determination you had, the kindness you had for his people and the smile in your eyes. He found his attention constantly on you every time he saw you and the others.

— He found his teasing with you fun, because you'd jokingly flirt back as it was in your nature to match peoples energies. (Of course, with Welt being a little overprotective father and glaring at Jing Yuan sometimes)

— His advances were mostly for his own enjoyment, but he found himself slowly growing more and more enamored with you and your character

— "it's normal to think about them all the time?? right??" "general, why are you asking a 14 year old"

— He began to miss your presence, whenever you weren't around, a part of him felt a little sad or just wanted to be by your side. Not even needing to do anything, just time with you is enough

— Jing Yuan absolutely adores your strength, and will admit that it's very attractive that you're able to match his own skill set. His favorite excuse to be with you is claiming he wants to have sparring sessions with you and train. (daily.)

— But it's purely coincidental how he claims he's tired once you arrive, and asks you to talk about yourself and your travels. Then you have that really cheesy moment where Jing Yuan is looking at you with such loving eyes, his attention focusing on you and how the light makes you glow in such a way that makes you ethereal looking. Your beauty on par with an Aeon.

— Once the issue within the Xianzhou is solved, the realization that you must leave still hasn't set in until you tell him.

"I can't believe it's all over!" You stretched, absolutely exhausted with all the work and stress you went through in your visit to the Xianzhou. You're about to complain about how awful you felt currently, but Stelle elbows you to the stomach as Dan Heng is blankly staring at his hand after his dragon form was awakened. "..I'm just glad we'll get to go home."

That sentence catches the General's attention as he was speaking to Welt, he was thanking him for all his help but his heart began to sink as the reality of you returning to your expedition around the galaxy were to now return. And that meant you were leaving the Xianzhou, that you were leaving him.

Welt notices how he seems to be in a daze, and clears his throat. "If you want to spend one more day together, I can insist to them that we should stay a little longer before we return to the Express. I'm sure March has some places she wants to visit, and you have far too much you want to say."

Jing Yuan turns back to him with slightly widened eyes, "That's new. I thought you didn't like me?"

"I don't, but someone does. And I'd rather not let people live with regrets."

He thanks Welt for his kindness, watching him approach the four of you and supposedly propose the idea of staying for the rest of the day. In which you all agree, but a fond smile is on Jing Yuan's face when he sees the sparkle in your eyes as Welt suggested the thought.

As the group went their separate ways and agreed to meet in the hotel when the day was over, Jing Yuan approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Oh! Hey, did you need something?" And he answers with a nod, pulling away from you and beginning to walk a certain direction. You tilt your head a bit in confusion from where you stand before letting out an 'Oh!' as you realized he wanted you to follow him.

You're right beside him, staring straight as he walks with long strides and his eyes were looking at you in a way that was unnoticeable. Jing Yuan likes how clueless you were, how you were smiling along the way and humming a tune as he brought you to wherever your destination was.

As the sun began to set, the sky turned to an orange hue as it slowly disappeared in the distance. And all the while you admired the sun, he was admiring you. You who was kind to people who you never knew. You who's heart was as pure as gold. You, all of you, there was so much for him to love and he wanted nothing more than to tell you that.

"How long do you think a human can wait?" Jing Yuan asked as you arrived to an open space with several beautiful trees surrounding you. There was a pause, before you look at him and smile. "Well, it depends on what they're waiting for, no? If it's something they really want deep in their hearts.. I think we are capable of waiting for the right time and however long it needs to grasp it and call it yours." You answered with your hands to your hips and your head raised up high, priding yourself with the excellent answer you gave.

The General laughed, patting your head and giving you a close eyed smile of his own. "You're right, that's a brilliant answer."

"And I suppose I'm willing to wait for that right time, the right time in the universe for when you're ready and come back to the Xianzhou. That will be the day I tell you, the day where you get to know my true feelings for you and how much you really meant to me."

[whorediaries-09]

so you pack your life away

pairing- sirius black x auror!reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort. a/n- for the story's worth, reader was in gryffindor.

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you crossed your leg over the other, stretching out your limbs. sirius handed you an ice cream before he sat down beside you on the park bench. the night had fallen, but somewhere within the quiet revering silence amongst the chilly breeze and sirius' presence made you lose your presence of mind, which further resulted in losing the track of time.

yet, it was nice to actually have company apart from your colleagues. also somebody who you remembered being a part of your youth.

'if you don't mind sirius, why are you wandering about here? i mean don't you want to rewind in the wizarding world?' sirius took a bite of his ice cream sandwich before answering you.

'i mean, the press is after me. i don't exactly want rita skeeter rushing about in the daily prophets. we all know how she is. i also read the recent articles she wrote about you, and save you, you've been absolutely crushed by her.'

'we all know how rita skeeter is,' you chuckled. sirius shook his head, agreeing with you, letting out a bark like laughter into the wind. it ruffled with his hair, tousling them. suddenly, he felt a pang tug at his throat.

'i wouldn't be here without you, i'm so grateful for you.' he said, taking your hand into his. your hand melted into his warm, rough and calloused touch. you nodded, staring into his deep gray eyes. the sparkle of life had been enlightened into the true sirius black gaze. and from within, you felt it slowly burning your heart. slow, calm and tepid. but you let it.

you let him escape his quiet treason.

'i told you, sirius, i stand for true justice. i believed in you. dumbledore betrayed you, i know.'

sirius felt his eyes pool with unshed tears as you talked to him softly, treating him like a person, not a deranged criminal. the voices in his head screamed horribly shrill and loud, as he escaped his quiet treason, and into your arms.

'how did you know it was not me? there have been countless prisoners with no trial. why me and not them?' the moment sirius spilled those words from his lips, you knew you'd been doomed. while you had been expecting the question at some point of time, you didn't know the time would come so soon.

'sirius, i was with you at hogwarts.'

'what! i don't remember you being there! and for what it's worth...you look younger than me...'

'you don't remember me because i am three years younger than you. so naturally, we never shared any classes. but what we did have in common was the quidditch team. i was on the quidditch team. i'm not sure if you remember, however i still owe my beater's skills to your teaching. you taught me a few significant steps and tricks.' sirius awkwardly glanced at your face, bubbling with curiousty.

'i remember your group- the marauders. the pranks, the mischief each and every one of you caught up. significantly, i remember remus. he used to tutor me, since i'd gotten too distracted with quidditch. he was quiet and seemingly timid, but i sensed their was some sort of mischief behind his facade. james who was the better one between the two them, at transfiguration sometimes joined. i think mcgonagall never asked james to tutor me because she knew he had a very low attention span. he was always fidgeting with the snitch. although i do think for the most part, james went to the library to solely woo lily.' sirius silently laughed, letting the words consume him. he noticed you'd carefully dodged their other friend, peter.

'and what about me? do you only remember me being your mentor at being a beater?'

'of course not, sirius. i remember a lot of things about you. especially about you, actually because i could never go a day without hearing your name. my friend had a huge crush on you and she wouldn't go a day without talking about you.' sirius grinned, sparing his sparkly white teeth.

'is that so? did that annoy you?'

'it did annoy me sometimes yes, but who didn't have a huge crush on sirius black at hogwarts? everybody had the hots for you back then. my friend initially became jealous when she learnt that you had been teaching me, so i decided to keep myself away from you and not be more than a sort of teacher and student. and a few days later, she asked you out and you declined because she was too young. and the feelings disappeared like poof.'

he laughed heartily at your articulate description. 'i also remember in my second year, something became very grave within your group. after a few years, the news broke that you had escaped and walburga black had disowned you. we never knew where you went, but by grace, i had guessed that you were staying at james'. the point is, you two were like two peas in a pod, almost like brothers. which told me everything i needed to know. you didn't kill him, no you couldn't. so, while studying the trial less cases for my examinations, yours was the most recent and the most deranged- and the most unjustified. i had my mind made up the moment went through it, that you deserved the freedom.'

he bit his lower lip, carefully sliding his front row of teeth upon his lower lip.

'you don't know me yet you did so much for me, i can never thank you enough.'

'you packed your life to move into a shit hole even when you didn't deserve it. if you think you owe me something, no you don't. the ministry owes you, sirius. the years of youth and mourning they snatched away from you, keeping you bound to a prison. you'd escaped one when as a child, but they tied you down again. the prejudiced fuckers will never understand the things you went through.' sirius felt the tears escape as you strengthened your grasp around his hand. you were spewing anger, hot and boiling which brimmed at the edge of your patience. you clenched your jaw as the silent breeze struck into his hair.

sirius wanted to calm you down. while he wasn't sure how to, he awkwardly moved closer to you, so his knee was brushing with yours. he freed his hand and cradled your face into his clasp.

'thank you,' he whispered, 'can i hug you?' he said, desperate to comfort you. more than you, perhaps he wanted to feel your touch - the same touch that had calmed him down during the trial. the same touch that had made him feel safe after being touch starved for so long. you nodded. his arms wrapped around your body, engulfing you into his warm, comforting embrace. your crumbled body within his arms felt like the serene touches of maa on his scalp as she rubbed coconut oil.

he had packed up his life, and for a fortnight, he thought he'd acquired the freedom he had ruined his life for. he had allowed the joys to relish him in warmth.

but when your arms wrapped around his body, pulling him closer, he felt a sliver of hope to unpack his life.

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Procrastination

Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Grant Ward and his longtime best friend recently started dating, although the rest of the Bus team doesn't know about it yet. When wading through the drudge work at SHIELD, they're able to be each other's perfect distraction.

Word Count: 1,590

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I huffed in frustration as I worked on coiling one rope after another, putting away all the tactical gear the team had dragged out for our latest pitstop to deal with a situation that almost got us all killed. Of course, I'd been signing on for a life of that stuff when I joined Ops, but nobody had told me about all the work that came afterwards taking care of the gear.

"How're those ropes coming?"

I shot a glare over my shoulder at my boyfriend, Grant Ward, as he passed behind me, his arms full of go-bags. His expression and delivery made me think he was being sincere, but all the same, I wasn't a fan of the question.

"Terrible. Can't you get Skye to do this? You're her SO."

"A good SO doesn't make the person they're training doing all the grunt work just because they can," Grant said, dropping the bags on the table next to me before putting his hands on his hips and raising an his eyebrows at me. "Aren't you the one who first told me that?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Didn't stop you from making me clean our entire jump jet top to bottom."

"That's because it wasn't our jump jet, it was SHIELD's. I didn't want to get called into a supervisor's office because you'd decided to decorate for the month we had use of it."

I paused my work with the ropes, turning to face him with a grin.

"You liked the pictures from our trips being up in the cockpit, though. I know you did."

The corner of Grant's mouth tugged up in a smile, although I could see him fighting to hold it back.

"You'll never get me to admit it."

I just snorted, leaning my shoulder into his. Instead of leaning back, like I'd been expecting, Grant took the opportunity to wrap his arm across my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple as he pulled me into his side.

"Grant... the rest of the team's still here..."

Grant hummed like he was thinking, and I bit my lip. We hadn't actually told any of our team on the Bus that we were dating yet, since it had been a somewhat recent development after many years of being best friends. We'd agreed to keep things quiet, at least for a little while, so we didn't have to hear anybody chiming in on our relationship or giving us knowing looks whenever we did something normal together. They were our friends, so we'd have to tell them eventually, but neither of us was ready just yet.

I started to pull away from Grant to get back to our stupid ropes, but he caught my hand before I could.

"Come on. It's been a long day, we're not done."

I raised an eyebrow, but followed as he tugged me along behind him. The plane wasn't very big, so it only took a moment for me to realize we were heading for a storage closet at the back of the gear room. I grinned and shook my head.

"Grant... this feels like a bad idea."

He paused at the door, taking in my grinning face before tugging me a little closer to him, leaning down until his mouth was just inches from mine.

"By all means, feel free to go back to wrapping rope and cleaning gear kits."

I huffed a sigh. "Alright, point taken. But just for a minute."

I turned as I spoke, opening the door to the closet and stepping inside. Grant was right on my heels, pulling the door shut behind us. His hands quickly found my waist, pulling me even closer to him in the already cramped space.

"I can't believe it took us so long to do this," he breathed. I huffed a laugh.

"Me neither."

We shared a breathless smile, then in sync, closed the rest of the distance between us in a long, slow kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand running up into his hair as he held me tightly to his chest. After a moment, he deepened the kiss and I let him with a sigh.

Grant took a step forward, neither of us breaking apart, until my back hit the far wall of the closet. I let out a breathy laugh, smiling up at him as he pulled back before kissing along my jaw, down towards my neck.

"Grant... I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I know." He paused, spending a little extra time on my pulse point before straightening up again to meet my eyes. "I love you too."

I smiled, then surged forward to kiss him again, tangling one hand in his hair as I rested the other on his shoulder, pulling him closer to me even though we were already about as close as we could be. His hands ran up and down my sides, and I honestly could've stayed like that with him forever. Unfortunately, we did both still have jobs to do, and we could only escape those jobs together for so long before they called us back.

After another few, long moments, I brought my hand up to Grant's cheek to still him and leaned away. His eyes searched my face, and I sighed.

"We should probably get out of this closet before somebody notices we're gone."

Grant hummed, darting back in for one last peck before pulling more fully away.

"You're probably right. Fortunately, we're scheduled to be on the ground and staying in a hotel to respond to the latest call for SHIELD's mobile unit. I made sure our rooms are far away from the rest of the team's."

"Best of all, nobody'll be suspicious about it because you always do that anyway to avoid forced team-bonding."

"Like it ever actually helped me escape anything. Even before we started dating, you always managed to find me and drag me along."

"You're welcome. Now come on, we both have a bunch of gear kits standing between us and the break we both want once the plane lands."

Grant sighed, giving my waist one last squeeze before he turned to open the door. I moved to follow him, but he stopped dead in the doorway, to the point that I almost bowled into the back of him.

"Grant? What are you doing?"

He didn't so much as turn around, so I made the executive decision to push myself past him, intending to move around to look Grant in the face. About halfway through the move, I stopped in my tracks, frozen probably identically to Grant as I came face to face with Skye, Fitz, and Simmons standing before us. Fitz and Simmons both looked at least a little surprised, but Skye was grinning like a maniac.

"I knew it!" she cried. "How long? At least for the past two months, right? Holy shit, for spies, you guys are bad at hiding a relationship."

I just blinked back at her, honestly not sure how to react. Grant recovered faster, possibly because he'd had a few extra moments to adjust to the shock, and he just draped one arm around my shoulders with a sigh.

"We're good at hiding the important stuff. And this is important, but it wasn't important to hide. We just wanted a few months of peace before announcing it to the peanut gallery."

"That's great," Fitz chimed in, looking between the two of us with a smile. "Congratulations."

"Yes, congratulations! Although I can't believe you were right, Skye!" Simmons continued, turning from us to look at Skye, who now had her hands on her hips and a proud grin on her face. "I really believed them when they said they were just friends."

"Well, point of order, we were just friends until more recently," I said, finally finding my voice again. Simmons turned her attention back to me as Skye raised an eyebrow.

"So? You never answered me, how long exactly? And hold on, who started it? You guys have been acting like idiots around each other since we got on the plane, so who-"

"Alright," Grant said, stepping forward and holding his hands up, the authoritative edge to his voice that I only heard when he was snapping into SO mode. "That's enough with the question and answer. We're dating, that's it. Now everybody get back to work, we have a lot to do before we land at our next stop."

Skye snorted. "Yeah, like making out in closets."

"Unless, of course," Grant continued, talking loudly over Skye's muttering, "you want me to add pushups to your routine tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after."

Skye narrowed her eyes at him, then huffed.

"No."

"Good. Then let's go, all three of you. Get moving."

"You can't make us do pushups," Fitz chimed in. "We're not Ops."

"You don't have to be Ops for me to make you do pushups. Trust me, you don't want to try it."

All three of them grumbled, but after a moment of standing their ground, FitzSimmons decided to join Skye in moving on before any threats of pushups could be enforced. Once they were gone, Grant turned back to me.

"Well, that's handled for now at least. But I doubt that's gonna be the last time we hear about this from the three of them."

"Oh, we're going to be living this down for the rest of our lives. But that's okay," I said, smiling as I stepped closer to Grant again, taking his hand in mine and leaning into his side. "It was worth it."

"Yeah. It was."

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[scariusaquarius]

hi omg i never thought you'd respond so fast (i just finished cleaning my room and saw you replied hours ago after i sent my ask djdgdgssh) i thought i'd get an answer (or not even get one) in 3-5 business days jffhdhshsh

anyways hi, it's me, the anon with the leon falling asleep while his SO is riding him ask 👋🥹 i hope you're okay after choking on your food ><;;; and hope you had a good dinner too

and yes, i agree with you with RE6!Leon onward in that scenario so basically daddy older Leon bcs man's no longer built like he used to be lol

and omg yes the first time he fell asleep while they did it, his SO probably freaked out a little and stopped their movements cos they thought something had happened to him while he was on his mission and now he's suddenly out cold. turns out he's just sleeping cos he's exhausted.

i'd like to go on the soft route here🥹 seeing the tiredness on his peaceful sleeping face and his soft snores his SO slowly gets off him and pulls up the blankets over them. they would give his cheek little kisses and whisper sweet nothings and "get some rest, we'll finish this later" cos they know he needs it. SO will join in sleeping with him with their arm and leg over him😌

when Leon wakes up, he'd feel like he just had a really really good nap (you know that kind of nap you thought you slept for two whole days). then he turns to his side and sees his partner smiling at him and he's like "what?" then he realized he's naked and his partner is also naked, and his partner just giggles as Leon tries to process why they're laughing and then he finally remembers what they were doing before he woke up. "oh shit, baby did i fall asleep?" and then his SO giggles even more while nodding and then he asks them if they'd already come and they said no cos they didnt want to wake him up and he's like "oh, baby i'm so sorry" and then he pulls them for a kiss, continuing where they left off.

and this is where they discussed about how Leon is okay with their SO pleasuring themselves even when he's asleep saying something like"it's okay, just help yourself. make yourself feel good for me" or "use me however you want. make yourself feel good. i want you to make yourself feel good" cos daddy Leon will be exhausted to do all that shit at that moment. he knows his baby misses him a lot after being away on missions for weeks, even months.

but once he's recharged, his SO will be a sobbing mess, begging him to let them get some sleep after making them come for nth time that night. but nope, he gets going, still pounding relentlessly behind them and making them come again and again. cos he misses his baby too much too ;)))

SLKDJF;ASFJ i love getting asks and i physically cannot let myself NOT answer them (the only times i dont is if i'm super depresso ;-;) but EEEEEE PLS YOU'RE MAKING ME SCREAM.

Leon would be a MENACE the second he's recharged and gotten some good sleep. He'll pound his cock into you so hard, you'd believe he hadn't aged a day over 30 ;alsdkjf;asdfj man's got stamina and endurance for DAYS thanks to his training, so Leon can go all night and day and night again if he truly wanted to.

He'd, of course, make sure that you've eaten and hydrated and gotten bathroom breaks between, but it's almost like a sexathon for you when you're done with breaks. Leon's making up for all the lost time :P

Seriously speaking: I think Leon would seriously appreciate you being understanding and patient of him. He's been through a lot, so the man tends to be tired a lot. Not only that, but he IS getting older. He's not the same as he used to be, but he loves that you don't treat him any differently because of that.

If anything, you handle him with care in a way that he hadn't gotten before, and that means SO MUCH to him. I can absolutely see Leon starting to be more emotional during sex, especially during more lazy or more sensual moments.

This man just needs a forever uninterrupted vacation!

[thecarrionwitch]

Alright so I'm back to ask something.

For context, I have multiple 'siblings'. I told you guys about the eldest one and my issues with him but maybe a few days ago I was told that the one who spent years sexually abusing me and hurting me until like 2021 got a girl pregnant...

Of course it should be clear why I'm upset. Got a girl pregnant for...what? So you can keep hurting kids when no one is looking? And when those kids grow up knowing they've been used you gaslight them? Ugh. That's exactly what he did to me.

He doesn't live in this household with me thank the gods so I feel like that's already one green light. I can affect him almost as much as I want. I've thought about it, especially since I was his first victim ...(I'm assuming first since everyone else thinks so highly of him.) And I've been losing my mind ever since I became conscious of the fact that he used me in ways he never should have. Now that y'all got that.

The energy in my house has been building and I need to release it before it drowns me. I pick up on energy so well that I know there's a lot I could use for this spell.

I'm going to work on it but for the dark and green witches that practice baneful work what are some herbs you LOVE using? What are herbs you'd use for sexual abusers and assaulters? Ones that could possibly cause erectile dysfunction or mis carries. I know that in. The case that no one has ever dealt with this that one may think this is a loaded question.

I was sexually abused by this man since I was elementary school only for it to stop somewhere between middle and early highschool and then after that he played innocent until I called him out in he punched and hit me and broke my lip. I'm still suffering the effects, mentally having my moments of leaving my body on airplane mode because I can hardly enjoy the fact that I live within it because of what he's done to me.

He is guilty is what I'm saying and I worry for his girlfriend. I don't want her to have this child and carry on generational trauma that my family already refuses to heal. Then if the child is born and grows up horribly who will be to blame? IDC how any of you feel on this situation if you yourself have never been assaulted especially by a 'family member'. This also isn't your case, your life, so if you don't agree with this that's fine. Move on, I'm not talking to you and never stated I was.

What I do care about is what I can do before this baby gets here whether it be talking to the spirit of the child before it's born or something a lot darker but for the sake of them because that would be better than allowing another innocent person to grow up abused or be trained into becoming an abuser to hurt others...

I believe that children are born into harmful households all the time. I don't want that for this child. For ANY child. So please, help me witches.

We are supposed to use our powers to help those who do and who will need it, I'm ready to use mine especially because I had been scared of them before and I refuse to keep being scared.

Not again.

Comment the herbs below and I'll read through everything.

Herbs that cause These specific problems are preferred:

depression

Erectile dysfunction (or not being able to use your 'thing')

Anxiety and paranoia/guilt

Continues pain and suffering

And anything of the like.

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Aemond being a book nerd. Wuthering Heights references.

Part 4

"Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to scream" Alys excitedly jumped on her bed, giggling like a maniac to which you reacted by rolling your eyes.

"Shut up will you" you threw a pillow at her from your bed that was right next to her's "Aemond does not fancy me"

"Right, he just called you beautiful because he hates you then?" she put her hands on her hips, looking at you like how your mother did when she was giving you a good scolding.

"No, I know he does not- he can’t" you sighed as you flopped down onto your back "I used to date his cousin"

"Please, Aemond has had his eye on you way before Draco did" Alys scoffed, joining you on your bed. You suddenly sat up, giving her a look that made it evident you did not believe a word she was saying "Merlin's beard, Y/N, you can’t be that blind. I have caught that boy ogling at you since first year"

"Had a few drinks now, did you?" you joked and this time it was her who tossed a pillow at you.

"Y/N, look, Aemond is a nice lad and I know you don’t think so because of his popularity in the school but all I'm saying is give it a chance" Alys reached out to take your hand in hers "you've been so broken ever since Draco but we both know that he already had a lot on his plate for him to be able to manage a relationship with you. Don’t wait for someone who you know isn’t coming back"

It was true. Your break-up with Draco was really hard and it didn’t help when later he revealed to you that his reason for leaving you was because he was forced into joining the death eaters. He didn’t want to leave you, but he knew he would be dragging you into a dark mess if he didn’t. At the battle of Hogwarts, even though Draco at first did join them, he turned right around and fought alongside the students. After the battle had been won, you thought that maybe you both might be able to work things out but Draco was too emotionally scarred to even think about a relationship.

You of course respected his decision, but deep down you were still hopeful he might come back to you. Eventually, as the years went by, your hopes began to whither away little by little and you found it safe to say that you had moved on; still, there was a part of you that missed whatever you both had. Maybe not him anymore, but the memories? You held those very close to your heart, it was nice while it lasted.

"Give my ex boyfriend’s cousin a chance, yes that does not sound weird at all" you rolled your eyes "besides, I- I don’t even like him in that way"

"Oh piss off, you've got his entire training schedule memorised and he's the only one you look at, at those bloody matches" Alys scoffed, reminding you of your knowledge of when the quidditch team practised. You opened your mouth to protest but she beat you to it "look I know you have this subconscious attraction and I know the only reason you are in denial is because he is your ex boyfriend’s cousin but Draco isn’t even in the picture anymore. At the very least try and get to know him a bit better"

"Fine" you huffed a sigh. You had to agree she did make a point about having to fully move on from your ex. And yes, you did of course find Aemond attractive and only refrained from letting your relationship with him grow because of your history with Malfoy. Given it was your last year at Hogwarts, you'd allow yourself to open up a bit.

"And on the off chance that he does hurt you" Alys's tone went from sympathetic to serious "I'm familiar with all of the unforgivable curses. I do not mind going to Azkaban for your sake"

You threw your head back and laughed, Alys doing the same.

You walked into charms class, sitting on an empty desk that was three desks ahead from where Aemond sat along with one of the lads from the team. As you placed you bag beside you, you noticed that Alys kept walking until she was right by Aemond's side.

"Aemond do you mind switching seats?" she asked, with a scorn "every other seat has been taken and I cannot spend another moment with her"

Aemond looked puzzled. Alys was your best friend, why was she telling him that all of a sudden she didn’t want to be around you?

When you agreed that you would try to get to know Aemond, you meant with a more natural approach, letting things occur on their own accord; not with Alys butting in and actually pushing you both together as if you and he were dolls in her doll house.

Aemond stood up, grabbing his bag before he silently walked over to sit next to you.

"Is everything alright?" he asked softly, leaning in a bit so that you might hear him clearly "you and Alys aren’t talking?"

"Apparently not" you looked over your shoulder to throw her a look that screamed 'what the fuck are you doing' but she only winked. You rolled your eyes before turning to the front again "don’t bother, we'll sort this out before the day ends like how we always do"

Aemond simply hummed in response, not asking any more questions since he didn’t want to come across as nosy.

"Alright students" the professor's authoritative voice drowned the classroom chatter as she stood at her front desk, arms crossed "today we're going to brush on some basics. Last class, I instructed you to bring along a novel of your choosing. I want each of you to place that book on your desk and then I want you to use the spell imagio proiecturas to project a moving image of any excerpt from the book. You may begin"

You reached into your bag to fish out the book you'd picked. You scrunched your face in confusion as you rummaged through your things, still unable to find the book amidst your other things.

"Fuck, I think I forgot to put it in my bag" you muttered, still trying to push around your other book, checking again.

"Let's just use mine?" Aemond asked as he placed the novel he'd picked on the desk; Wuthering Heights "I'm assuming you've read it?"

"I have yes, nice choice; didn’t take you for a lad who'd be found reading this" you grinned, running your finger along the spine of the book to trace the letters that spelt out the title of the book "you strike me as a sort of boy who'd be more interested in Stephen King"

"Oh I do enjoy a bit of horror, I'm currently reading 'The Exorcist' by William Peter Blatty," he told you, offering a smile that was barely even visible "but I do enjoy other genres as well. You shouldn’t be too quick to judge Y/N"

"Right" you breathed a sigh "shall we?"

You tried first, pointing your wand a few inches away from the book. You concentrated on which part of the story you wanted to see getting projected. It was when Heathcliff returns to meet Catherine. You pictured them in your mind, wearing finer clothes that were a bit outdated in comparison to present times.

"Imagio proiecturas"

Nothing.

"Imagio proiecturas" you tried again, irritably.

A few hazy whisps of green arose from the book and then vanished into nothing without showing you even a glimpse of the image you had in your head.

You huffed in annoyance and Aemond chuckled.

"Finding this funny, are we?" you snapped and Aemond immediately cleared his throat to stifle his laughter.

"No, of course not" he smugly said before he placed his hand on yours to lower your wand. He leaned in again slightly, his voice sounding so gentle and soothing "here, allow me"

"imagio proiecturas"

Similar whisps of green arose from the book but this time instead of disappearing, they swirled around each other to form a moving projection of an excerpt that Aemond had picked. It projected how Aemond mentally pictured that scene would be; the part of the story where Catherine confesses her love for Heathcliff.

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"

And then the image fades off into nothing.

Aemond looks at you gingerly, trying not to seem too proud of himself when he managed to execute the spell perfectly.

"You don’t think of the scene first and then try the spell" he gave you some critique "you have to say the spell whilst imagining the scenario simultaneously"

"I did not take you for a romantic" you smirked, ignoring his advice and instead commenting on the excerpt he'd chosen "next you'll tell me you’re a fan of Shakespeare as well"

"I have read a few of his plays, yes" he said in his monotonous voice, looking at you with an expression that was hard to decipher "I can be rather romantic you know, but it's a part of myself I keep hidden-"

"Aemond and Y/N?" the teacher sharply called out "quit chatting and get back to the work assigned"

"Why?" you curiously asked with regard to his earlier statement in a hushed tone once the professor turned away from you both, placing your wand beside his novel and completely forgetting about the class.

"Haven’t really got anyone that needs to be impressed now do I?" he said with a subtle shrug "don’t have much luck at these sort of things"

"Half the school is mad for you" you reminded "what do you mean you don’t have luck-"

"Aemond and Y/N!" the teacher called out once again, voice more stern than the last time "five points from Slytherin. Back to work please"

"Allow me to rephrase that. I don’t have much luck when it comes to winning the girl I've got my sights on" he said, pressing his lips into a line.

"Who-"

"I don’t think you are going to be quizzed on this in your charms exam" he cleared his throat, changing the topic quickly "try that spell again, will you? We've already lost ourselves some house points"

You were curious, no doubt. If you were truly considering giving Aemond a shot, it would be useless if he fancied someone else. You wanted to slap yourself when you felt a tinge of disappointment at the thought. Shut up, you scolded yourself, you both aren’t even that close for you to get upset.

You picked up your wand once again, aiming it at the book.

"N-no, not so close" his large hand came to wrap around your comparatively smaller one that held the wand. He moved your hand a little further away from the book, speaking directly into your ear that sent up an involuntary shiver "say the spell and think of the image you want to be projected"

"imagio proiecturas"

This time, the green whisps fused together to slowly form an image that eventually began to move, as if it were a movie cassette playing. You were trying really hard to keep that image afloat that you weren’t even looking at it, your entire attention was on your wand, the hand that held the wand, his hand still holding yours as the green ribbons shooting out of the wand glowed.

You heard a soft chuckle from Aemond and glanced his way with a quizzical look, brow raised.

"I didn’t know you imagined us as the characters when you read this"

Your head immediately snapped to the front to see the particular part of the book being projected. And even though they were saying the dialogue that was written in the book, the people saying it weren’t Catherine and Heathcliff. You had been so focused on his hand around yours that when the mental images from your mind were projected, it showed you and Aemond exchanging the dialogue, his hand holding yours in a similar fashion to how he was doing currently in real life.

You immediately lowered your wand, the projection vanishing, leaving you with slightly flushed cheeks.

Even Aemond felt a bit abashed but he did a better job at concealing it.

"Well, at least you um" he tried to compliment you, so that you might not feel embarrassed "at least you got the spell right, yea?"

"Mhm" was all you managed to say in acknowledgment while your heart violently hammered in your chest.

Taglist: @greenowlfactif

[fatuismooches]

I've hopped on major angst train, which is sad, but someone has to make yall sad after tooth-rotting fluff, hehe hehe, but I saw HC of some harbingers reacting to their s/o being executed by Raiden and it gave me an idea

Basically, imagine Harbingers causing their s/o's near death experience with their actions

Such as: Childe's s/o almost dying when Osial attacked Liyue. Look, he was sure you're in safety, but in reality? You're too much of a kind soul, so you were helping people to save themselves, while also putting yourself in danger. Maybe you almost drowned from Osial's attacks or got caught in crossfire, either way you almost died

Scara's s/o being targeted by Fatui after Scara himself ran away with Gnosis. No matter how hard he tries to hide then away, Fatui never forget and forgive traitors. They won't calm down until they get both of you. You might be strong, maybe even a vision holder, but it's not enough...

Or his s/o being a Harbinger and the one who dies in Tenshukakku. Imagine him interrupting your duel with Traveler and escaping together. Scara curses you for being an idiot, but he's actually so so happy he made it in time.

Or... If he was a few seconds late and arrived to witness your death. I imagine that after he erased himself from Irminsul and regained his memories, the first thing Scara did - checked what happened to you, but reader is still dead

WTF ANON I'M IN TEARS 😭😭 Childe would be the most hurt definitely. He was reluctant to awaken Osial in the first place because getting regular people involved wasn't his style. So when he sees you hurt because of his actions he can't help but feel terrible. After helping you recover with the best of doctors he may even try to leave you. Not because he doesn't love you but because he genuinely can't bear to see you hurt, especially because of his line of work. He can't quit the Fatui, but he can still protect you... just in the shadows this time :(

Well for Scara... man that'd be scary lol. To be on the run for that long. He hopes that when he becomes a God, the Fatui will no longer be able to threaten you since one does not dare to challenge a God. But you get hurt anyway :( And he's absolutely enraged of course and wishes he could leave the robot to kill the person himself. But this just encourages him to hurry up and ascend to godhood already. Though when that fails he can't help but feel a bit helpless. Since now you are the one taking care of him, but at least Nahida has taken you under her protection as well. After he erases himself from Irminsul though, hopefully things change and the Fatui are no longer after you, since he no longer exists. And that is a price he is willing to pay for your safety.

Oh boy. He'd tell you to not go near the Raiden Shogun under any circumstances but you were dragged into it anyway. When he can't find you at the agreed meeting place he instantly knows where you've gone and for once he feels panic. This Raiden Shogun was not Ei, she has no mercy. But he has no problem confronting her anyway. Seeing the Traveler's shocked but irritated expression was also a treat. I wonder if the Raiden Shogun (puppet) would recognize him? I'm not sure if it was stated in-game. (Can't believe it's been 2 years since Inazuma 😭)

Scara would wonder if the Gnosis was really worth your death (it wasn't he finds out very quickly) + despise his creator so much more than he already did. He can only hope that he'll meet you again one day, and that you'd forgive him for his idiocy.

Can't wait to add Arlecchino to this list😧🧍‍♀️Focalors doesn't seem like the Archon to play around tbh😭 I've been really thinking about why the Oceanids don't like her...

[realmadridfamily]

I don't think it will affect his career because he has a name, respect, achievements and I don't think an injury like this can hurt his place and status.

Mishel Gerzig's dream wedding seems to be a distant memory. Also because her husband Thibaut Courtois suffered a serious injury during training. Now she talks about the moments when she received this news. Mishel Gerzig married Real Madrid goalkeeper Thibaut Courtois about two months ago at a classic Disney princess wedding - in a dream location in the south of France by the sea, in fairytale princess dresses and at an after party with Martin Gerkis, one of the best DJs in the world. However, soon after (after their honeymoon in Bora Bora), Courtois suffered an injury while training with his team, which resulted in a lengthy rehabilitation process and put the career of one of the world's best players in jeopardy. Michel Gerzig or Michel Courtois? Mishel Gerzig - Courtois. It's very exciting when someone says that. We met two months before the wedding and you didn't agree to reveal anything to me. Here we are two months later, so tell me a little, how was it? How quickly that time has flown by! It was amazing, it was crazy. I am grateful to everyone who wanted to come and take part in it. We had a dream day, everything was just perfect, I have no words. Everything was perfect. Did you ever think you'd have a wedding like this? Did a girl from Eilat dream of such a wedding? The truth is, no. Eilat girl always thought she would have her wedding at Dolphin Reef in Eilat, no shoes. But you know, my husband is European. We tried to find a happy medium and decided to do it in Europe so that everyone would come and find a place where we connected. We did such a mix of fully European and Israeli stuff and something crazy came out. There was also the issue of phones that you refused to bring into the complex. I see that everything is going smoothly with the Europeans, but how did they react on the Israeli side? Everyone was understanding and amazing. It was fun to wake up in the morning and see that there is nothing on social media. I'm not just talking about our guests, but also about everyone who was there - the waiters and everyone who organized everything respected our request. Then at the after party we felt the need to let go and we said to everyone : "Come on, get your phones out!" Tibo has recently gone through a very difficult period when he injured his leg. How did he inform you? I was at home and he was training and suddenly I got a message from him that he thought something bad had happened. I was really stressed out at this point. I took the car and drove to the training complex, but at that moment I didn't realize how serious it was. When I got there and he was having his scans, I realized it was cruciate ligaments and that means surgery and a long rehabilitation, but of course I'm with him and supporting him until he comes back stronger! Did you understand at that point that it would be a long process? No, all I could think about was that it hurts him now, and that's what stressed me out the most. I didn't think about what would happen next. I wonder, you're a young couple who just got married and you're busy with your honeymoon and butterflies and all of a sudden this happens. How are you dealing with all this? How did the news that your partner was injured affect you? Could this affect his career? I don't think it will affect his career because he has a name, respect, achievements and I don't think an injury like this can hurt his place and status. Besides, I believe in him that he will come back even stronger. And it's true that it happened in the period after the wedding, on the one hand it sucks, but on the other hand you have to look at the glass as half full. We have more family time together, he is more at home. We like it very much. There was no "maybe it's the end of my career" talk? There is no such conversation, absolutely not.

[league-of-sam]

As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER THREE

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

"You got everything you need, little bug?"

Shoving your last duffel bag stuffed to the brim with clothes into the back of the truck, you wiped the little dribble of sweat from your brow.

"Yeah, think so." you breathed.

Today was the day that you were moving.

Moving away from your family.

Away from your home.

Away from the SAS.

But it was for something new.

Today was the day, that after countless meetings and arguments and paperwork, you'd be transferring to the US Special Operations Unit, and moving to the United States for the foreseeable future.

"I'm so proud of you, you know." John said, taking your shoulders in his hands. "My little sister, off to see the world and fight like the hero I know she is."

You smiled, trying to hide the tears welling in your eyes, "Stop, John. You're gonna make me cry again."

"You're gonna be amazin', you know that right?"

"Course I am, I learned from the best after all, Captain."

He smiled, beaming down at you, "Damn right, ya did."

Once more, he pulled you close, hugging you tightly as if it'd be the last time he'd do it. But you were aware as much as he was that it would be a long time before you'd see each other again.

"Remember," he whispered. "We get dirty-"

"-and the world stays clean." you spoke back, a proud smile on your face. "I know."

He led you back into the building with a tight arm around your shoulder, turning slightly to click the car lock before shoving you through the door playfully, the two of you laughing as you moved down the corridor.

Waiting for you in the conference room with a screen set up was Kate Laswell, CIA Special Ops Chief handler.

She had been trying for the last four years to recruit you oversees, especially when your skill and antics with John in basic training caught wind, and soon everyone in the military was aware that unfortunately, there was a second Price, and she was just as good and as unorthodox as her idiot older brother.

After being injured in your last tour in Afghanistan with the British Army, you decided that now, you'd take her up on her offer, and transfer to the US branch of the SAS, the Special Ops unit.

She was overjoyed, of course, and a meeting with General Shepherd was set up as soon as humanly possible.

You hugged her as you greeted her, the woman becoming closer to you over the years she's checked in on you. You'd come to know her well, and honestly, it seemed like the only reason John finally gave in to this move was because he knew Kate would be responsible for you.

Taking a seat at the round table, John sat next to you, while Laswell opened the laptop to a waiting General.

"Kate? You read me?" His voice crackled on the stream.

"Loud and clear, General." She replied.

"Good." He nodded. "Hello again, Captain Price."

"General." John tipped his hat.

"And a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant Price." Shepherd greeted you.

"The pleasure is all mine, sir. Thank you for agreeing to this opportunity for me."

He waved you off with a chuckle, "As I understand it, we're the ones receiving the favour. I've read your file...you're incredibly skilled, Sergeant. I believe you'll fit in well with the team here."

"Thank you, sir."

You felt yourself blush at the praise. General Shepherd was one of the most esteemed men in the CIA, and to be complimented by him on your skill, well that was fucking awesome.

John nudged your shoulder with his, a grin of pride spread across his lips.

"However, you will still undergo training here. We have one of my best soldiers waiting for you, and you will begin training as soon as you're settled in. He will show you everything you need to know about being in Special Ops."

"Yes, sir. I can't wait to get started."

Shepherd nodded, and began to address Kate about an unrelated topic for a few moments, in which John took the opportunity to lean close and whisper.

"Don't get too in your head about Shepherd." He said, "He can be an absolute mard-arse, but don't take it personally."

"What, you don't like him?"

"Meh," John shrugged, "Worked with him on several occasions, he can just be...difficult. But ya gonna be fine, little bug. Just show him what ya got."

"Yeah."

It was Kate's turn to address you, then, pushing a small brown folder towards you. Picking it up, you flipped it open. Greeting you on the first page was a form to sign.

"Now this is just a basic consent form for your details to be shared within the team. Obviously, for reasons I'm sure we all know, we tend to keep your records as protected as possible, so we just need you to sign this to ensure you consent to your team knowing you."

You nodded, scrawling your signature on the black dotted line at the bottom of the page, before sliding the form back to her.

Next, was a profile page.

SAC Sergeant Alex Keller.

Age: 28.

Alias(es): Echo 3-1.

Specialisation(s): Close-quarter combat, knife combat, counter terrorism.

As you read over his file, you looked at the picture; sandy brown hair, blue eyes, moustache and beard groomed to perfection. Tattoos running down both arms.

Jesus, this man was gorgeous.

"Hey," You nudged John, "His moustache is almost better than yours."

"Fuck off is it-" He grumbled, rolling his eyes as he barely gave it a glance. "Ya such a cow, (Y/N)."

You couldn't help but laugh, hand over your mouth in an effort to preserve your professionalism.

"So, this'll be the guy training me?"

"Affirmative, sergeant. He is part of our Echo 3 team, the team you will temporarily join until we decide where you are best fit." Shepherd spoke.

"We are hoping to eventually form the secondary Echo team, Echo 6. With you being the first recruited for this project, you will be known as Echo 6-2, despite starting on the 3 team." Laswell said.

"Understood. Counter terrorism...there something going on?" You questioned.

"There always is." Shepherd answered. "Gotta be prepared for worst-case scenarios in this work, and our teams need you, Sergeant."

Both Laswell and Shepherd then continued to update the two of you on the current war on terror, the main enemies, problems, all general military things that you'd gotten used to hearing about in your years of service thus far.

"Now, the only thing left to address is your medical."

"Sir?" You said, eyebrows furrowed."

"Don't worry, you passed. But my medic team here are still feeling some concern over the injuries you sustained in your last deployment in Afghanistan."

"Oh."

"She's alright, General." John defended you.

"Are you, (Y/N)?"

You thought for a moment. Sure, the scar was still fresh on your torso, sometimes it hurt to lift heavier things than it usually did, sometimes it burned as you relived the memory. But taking the job with Special Ops was supposed to help you move on, not hold you back.

"I am, sir. I've been working hard here and I feel I'm in a place where I can move on from this. The injury will not hold me back, and I've recovered well."

"Good. That's exactly the answer I was hoping for. Welcome to the United States Special Operations Unit, Sergeant Price. I'll be there to formally greet you on your arrival."

With that, General Shepherd signed off, and the room settled into silence.

"Well, shit." You laughed.

Laswell joined you, pulling you to stand and wrapping her arms around you tightly, "I'm so proud of you, honey. You're going to be incredible."

"Thanks, ma."

You pulled away, locking eyes with John over Laswell's shoulder. She moved away to pack her things, allowing him to step into her place, wrapping his arms around you.

It didn't take long for you to bid goodbyes to the others around the base that you'd gotten to know well, albeit a few tears were shed. You were leaving behind the only family you had, after all.

"Gonna miss you." You mumbled into John's chest.

"I'll miss ya too, little bug. But don't worry, I'll call ya every chance I can, and Laswell's already given me your new address so I can send ya stuff."

"You don't have to do that-"

"Oh shut up before I change my mind."

You smiled sadly, squeezing him once more, "Thanks, John. Keep rockin' that bucket hat for me, yeah?"

With one last hug, he let you go, pushing you towards Kate.

You trudged over the car park, few solemn tears slipping from your eyes as you got closer and closer to your new life.

"I'll see you on the other side, Captain." You whispered, before turning and stepping into Kate's awaiting vehicle.

A whistle stopped you in your tracks, and as you turned back to face your brother, you let out a sob. Looking back at you was John, middle finger in the air.

I love you.

You smiled, returning the gesture, before climbing into the car, and watching as the figure of him got smaller and smaller as you drove away.

Missing John was going to damn-near kill you, but the anxious excitement that bubbled within you was increasing as you got closer to your new adventure. You couldn't help but feel like your life was about to change forever.

And hopefully, that was a good thing.

[izzy-b-hands]

"Here," Frenchie hands over a needle and fabric. "It's for you anyway."

"What is it?" Ed frowns, but he takes the offered objects. "This can't be a shirt, or...not quilted trousers."

"It's just a regular quilt," Frenchie says. "You were shivering last night."

No mention of how Ed hadn't asked him to keep sleeping in the captains quarters with him, on a precarious cot, but he had anyway.

Ed seemed to sleep more then. Not better, with the amount of tossing and turning and nightmares that woke them both. But more, at least.

"Oh," Ed stares at the fabric. "Have you been collecting scraps for this all this time?"

Frenchie nods. "Anything I thought you might like."

He pulls the rest of the square cut scraps from the small chest he'd stolen to use for storage. "Take a look."

He tries to keep his eyes on the current square, but he sneaks glances at Ed.

The first square is soft cotton, light purple and cut from a baby blanket he'd found on an abandoned ship they looted. Thankfully there was no baby, and he chose to believe everyone had gotten away safely, baby in arms.

Ed sets it down, but a finger lingers on it for a second.

The second he pulls out of the stack is a deep plum silk, not unlike the clothing of Stede's that he'd borrowed for the party. That one gets set on Ed's knee, like he can't bear to let it touch the floor.

"Should I add that one next?" Frenchie asks, and holds a hand out for the silk. "Give me the cotton with it. That'll help hold it a bit better, keep the silk from-"

"Because it's delicate," Ed interrupts. "Don't want to ruin it, right?"

Frenchie nods.

Ed hands over both squares. "What about filling?"

"More fabric," Frenchie reveals a handful of too small scraps sewn together. "And the goat has volunteered some hair for the cause. All washed, I promise. Besides, Roach and Wee John trained her into wanting at least a brushing a day, so she's pretty damn clean. For a goat."

Ed smiles, and resumes his search through the scrap squares.

"Where on earth did you find this?" Ed chuckles, and holds up an ornately embroidered square of black velvet.

"You remember that port we had to dress up for," Frenchie replies. "Because there were a good number of non pirate folks around?"

"Easier to do that than to deal with the looks sometimes," Ed says. "You didn't buy this, I hope? Not with what they were charging at those shops."

"Fuck no," Frenchie snorts, working away gently with the silk and cotton. "I snuck up behind some guy and cut it off his coat."

There's a pause, then Ed's head drops into his hands, the velvet square dropped to his knee.

"Ah," Frenchie tries to hide the fear in his voice. "If you'd rather I not do that again, then I absolutely will not."

Ed's shoulders shake, and he lifts his head with tears streaming down his face.

Laughing. Thank fuck, he's laughing.

"That's fucking awesome," Ed laughs, wiping away the tears. "Can I help with the next one, if you find someone wearing something I'd like?"

Frenchie smiles and turns the sigh of relief into a giggle. "Of course! I had to light a guy on fire to distract them for that one, and fun as it was, would be nice to have someone else do the distracting."

Ed's eyes light up. "Fuckeries. Costumes. Wait, you were the one who set that guy on fire?"

Frenchie shrugs embarrassedly. "Yeah, that was me."

"I love it," Ed grins. "Okay, what can I put with this velvet then? I want to see if I can't do one of these. I'd better be able to, my mum tried to teach me quilting whenever she made a new one."

"Can't disappoint Mum," Frenchie agrees. "There's a blue and silver bit of silk near your foot, maybe that one?"

He moves the selection of threads between them, and keeps an eye on Ed as he works.

The quilt won't be done for a bit, though faster now that they're both working on it.

Maybe Ed will sleep better in the coming days, even without it.