#anyways! i hope you found some of these helpful

[hhoneylemon]

yapper mark and supportive reader

you listen to mark as he rambles, his head resting on your shoulder as the tv in his living room runs a random channel.

“and there’s this beagle that seance dog would go so perfect with. they were introduced a few issues ago and they’re a pretty cool character.”

you nod and give a small hum that indicated you heard him. the show that was playing wasn’t all that interesting anyways, the main character getting on your nerves.

“they were teleporting and helping seance dog defeat the bad guy in the last issue. afterwards, they went and got a dog friendly version of hot chocolate, because the villain was making it snow.”

you nod again. mark’s hands are moving up and down as he tries to remember everything.

“and seance dog paid for both and carried them both until they found a bench on the sidewalk. and the beagle started complimenting on how good of a hero seance dog is! it was so sweet, i hope they get involved at some point.”

your mind flicks to all the times you’ve supported mark, all the compliments you’ve given him after seeing him on the news. all the kisses you’ve given to him when he has a cut and the feather light touches of you tracing scars. you smile.

“sounds like you and me.”

mark stills for a moment before dropping his hands into his lap. he smiles, gentle and warm.

“yeah, it does, doesn’t it?”

A/N: he’s just a nerd, i’m sure he does this a lot to eve <3 rewrote this twice cause i didn’t know how to write a dog love story </3

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[cookiekissers]

Requests Open? I AM RAPIDLY APPROACHING TO YOUR LOCATION!! ! /j

Anyways. . How are you broskie hope ur doing well teehee. May i request more ananas dragon content…i barely see any more fanfics of them anymore and it BREAKS my heart bcs of my ananas obsession. Justice for the golden dragon.

It can be smut or whatever you prefer! Im okay with anything. Im really interested in seeing more yandere ananas dragon VXKABDKAHDJAHDJAGSS okay bye and disappears. I feel so sigma😋

All Belongs to the Golden Dragon [Yandere Ananas Dragon Cookie x Reader]

[oneshot]

Recently, things have been disappearing from your home, leading you to worry that there may be a thief on Pineapple Isle. At first, you thought you were misplacing items. They were small things, like hair ties, a sponge from the kitchen, or trinkets that you owned multiple of, so it took some time before you noticed they were gone. You thought nothing of it, that it was merely an accident.

However, that changed when your clothes began to go missing. You eventually stopped hanging your laundry out to dry because items frequently disappeared from the line. You tried to stay rational, thinking that perhaps the wind had blown them away—a reasonable explanation. But that line of thought quickly fell apart when you searched for the lost garments. They were never caught on anything, and your neighbours never found them either. Your clothing simply just… disappeared.

When you asked the other Cookies in the village, no one reported any missing items or thefts. It was only happening to you. One of the elders told you to take the issue to the Golden Dragon right away, as the thought of a thief lurking around their village made them nervous.

As you collected items and stacked them in the daily tribute basket, you wondered what Ananas Dragon Cookie would do to find the thief, or would something so mundane be beneath the great Golden Dragon's concern?

You climbed up the well-trodden path to Ananas Dragon Cookie's temple with your offering basket, and to your surprise, the great dragon was waiting for you at the entrance, as if they knew you were coming.

You supposed it wasn't too odd for the Golden Dragon to have sensed you coming, as dragons had far sharper senses than the Cookies.

"There you are." Ananas Dragon Cookie said with a deep rumble. You bowed and showed your respect.

"I have today's offerings, Ananas Dragon Cookie. I hope it pleases you." You said. The Golden Dragon grinned and beckoned to you with a sharp claw.

"Good. Now come with me, little Cookie." They said. Your eyes widened slightly at Ananas Dragon's request, but you bashfully complied and followed their imposing figure into the shade of their temple.

When you arrived at Ananas Dragon's throne, they sat down on the great stone chair and crossed their legs, their smile smug and knowing. They stamped their staff on the ground with an overpowering authority.

"Speak." Ananas Dragon ordered. "You have something you want to tell me, yes?" They said. You jumped slightly, heat rising in your cheeks.

"How… how did you know?" You asked in surprise. Ananas Dragon Cookie bellowed with laughter.

"This is my island! I know everything that goes on here, because everything on this island is my property, including you, little cookie." They said with a sharp-toothed grin. "So tell me what troubles you, Y/N Cookie." Ananas Dragon Cookie prompted, they purred your name and the way it curled on their tongue gave you goosebumps. You still weren't sure if you should bother the Golden Dragon with this, and you had plans to investigate on your own, but if Ananas Dragon Cookie insisted, you would be a fool to deny their help.

"I think there's a thief in the village stealing my things." You admitted. "I haven't been able to find who it is, and no Cookie has had anything stolen besides me. I don't know what to do." You said nervously.

You expected Ananas Dragon Cookie to be angry, considering the thief would be stealing from the Dragon as well, but they seemed almost nonchalant.

Ananas Dragon pretended to think deeply on something before answering.

"I see, that is troubling." They replied after a moment. "I certainly can't have a thief on my island. But there's something else that has been irritating me." Ananas Dragon mused.

"Something else? What is it?" You asked curiously. The Gold Dragon beckoned you closer.

"Come here. Now." They commanded. You scampered up to the Dragon's throne as ordered and glanced up at them nervously. Ananas Dragon Cookie took your chin in their clawed grip, and they slowly leaned forward and inhaled deeply into your neck. Deep chills went up your back as the Dragon breathed in your scent. A lump formed in your throat at the very thought of questioning the Gold Dragon.

After a long moment, Ananas Dragon pulled away and leaned back into their throne.

"I smell a different scent on you." They lied. "It seems this thief is after more than just your belongings." Ananas Dragon mused with a wicked grin. You stared slack-jawed in disbelief, your face still held in Ananas Dragon's clawed grip.

"Wh-what? But who - why?" You sputtered nervously.

I can only imagine what this thief truly desires is you, Y/N Cookie. If their scent is on you, they must have a way to enter your home during the night. They could have been hovering over you each night while you were vulnerable, helpless, and unaware. Watching you sleep and eagerly breathing in your scent." Ananas Dragon Cookie suggested darkly. At these vivid words, you began to tremble.

"What do I do?!" You squeaked in panic. Ananas Dragon Cookie chuckled and their thumb swiped over your cheek to sooth you.

"Not to worry, I will take care of this. In the meantime, you may stay with me while I investigate." They offered. Ananas Dragon Cookie pulled you onto their lap and pet your hair gently. You couldn't believe the Golden Dragon's generosity.

"Thank you Ananas Dragon Cookie, thank you!" You breathed. Ananas Dragon only smiled smugly.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

May 20th

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1. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where baby a-yuan and lan zhan travel back in time to during the sunshot campaign, and lan zhan tells everyone that a-yuan is his son, thank you! @suwuiko

FOUND? Lan Yuan’s War by BurningTea (G, 196k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Dad lwj, Sunshot Campaign, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Rumours, CQL Verse, Mental Health Issues, Sick LWJ)

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2. hi hi, hope you're doing well~ I'm looking for this one fic where the burial mounds area is like a veil of a separate, more dangerous, realm and there are monsters that are starting to break through the realm. Since the monsters are seen more often there have also been sightings of black-robed, red ribbon wearing people who are able to fight them more efficiently. It all comes to a head when there's a discussion conference and wwx shows up after either being asked to help or eavesdropping and helping ojt anyways, but theres lots of monster fighting and its v cool. wwx, wei yuan, song lan and/or xxc (?) and all the wens live there because of this insane thing that wwx rigged up that sustains this shield within by using rhe stygian tiger seal. The fic kind of ends with the core reveal and wwx pushing himself so much that lwj does a golden core transfer and gives his own core to wwx.

FOUND! 💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Universe Alteration, the yiling patriarch survives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Catharsis, Slow Burn, Drama, Getting Together, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Melancholy, Love, Mutual Pining, Reunions, Love Confessions, Eventual Smut, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Switching, Grief/Mourning, fucking while pining, Implied/Referenced Torture, Self-Harm, golden core transfer, Playing fast and loose with worldbuilding, Battle Scenes, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, implied / Referenced suicide attempt, Sect Leader WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yílíng Wèi Sect)

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3. thank you so much for this blog!!! you have helped me find so many great reads! for your next fic finder, can you help me find a story i’ve searched for but cant find. its modern, no cultivation. Lan Zhan is part of big publishing company. believe Wei Ying is living with Wen Ning - dont remember how LZ/WY get together but at some point LZ discovers that WY has created a beautiful gaming world and happy ending LZ’s company publishes it as hugely successful game. hope this is enough info!

FOUND! 🧡 Where’s Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending)

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4. FF request please!

All I remember is wangxian had confessed and WWX was texting JC who didn’t really want to know but asked anyway and WWX responded with “cri cri, kith, more cri and kith kith kith” and JC was all “why did I even ask?!”

It was cute and multi chapter, I think? I wanna read it again so bad. Plz! 🙏

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5. Hi! Please help me find a fic I've been looking after for ages!

It starts with Qin Su using the body sacrifice spell to bring Jiang Yanli into her body. Later on, Jiang Yanli tricks Xue Yang into using the same spell to resurrect Wei wuxian. I also think that Wei wuxian eventually manages to change his face back into his old one but uses a fake Xue Yang face when trying to uncover the plots of the Jin sect @avendesora-sedai

FOUND? the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, WangXian, QingLi, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, slightly dark!JYL, wq lives because i said so, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, manipulative relationship (background xiyao))

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6. hii!! I just wanted to thank you for all that you do for fanfic readers, we really very appreciate you!

I have been looking for a fanfic on AO3 for months and I have a feeling it may have been deleted but on the off chance it wasn't and I'm just a terrible finder, I was hoping you can help me? it was around a 20k one shot of wei ying in a modern universe with no magic and he is dealing with guilt for having caused a car accident that injured jc and yanli. he left them to live alone recovering from a leg injury and he met wen qing who was working at a supermarket. she wanted him to care for his injury when he was not doing so. there was a scene where he was taking care of plants in his apartment and deciding to meet the jiangs again. sorry it's so long but I wanted to read it again!

FOUND? #6 is a fic by ribena called "take yourself home" , I have a pdf. DM me if you would like it! @/the-marathon-continues-nip

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7. 🥺🙏 would you happen to know a wangxian fic where lwj is the moon god and wwx is the death god and they were together but 'broke up' before the start of the fic.  

the fic's main plot follows 3 mortals who are sent to the heavenly realm to somehow solve the problem of why wangxian broke up and it turned out toq be a huge misunderstanding in the end. lots of mystery and worldbuilding around thr heavenly realm, with most of thr mdzs as deities of different types. a side of mpreg in the final chapters with mo xuanyu as wangxian's spiritual energy baby.  

also: mo xuanyu was the name formed from the characters of each mortals name. @pogopogopogo

FOUND? The Gods of Love by 0_Heta_0 (M, 73k, WangXian, background XuanLi, Greek Gods, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Homophobia, POV Outsider)

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8. Hi! I'm searching for a fic I really liked but haven't marked anywhere and now I can't find it😭 I don't remember the title nor author buy it had a very unique plot I remember quite well. Here are a few key points I remember:

Wangxian are married and I'm almost sure it was Royalty AU

Wwx lost pieces of his soul and Lan Zhan is trying to find them in other people

It was mpreg and Wangxian had Sizhui and Jingyi

It was sorta morally gray lwj, since he is sacrificing people in hopes that one of them will being Wei Ying's consciousness back

Wei Ying is not dead but he is dull and I think he bearly spoke

Everyone is still alive

There was some sort of archery competition when a character (I think it was Mo Xuanyu but I'm not so sure) that lwj suspected to have a connection with Wei Ying shows up and he crashes against a tree and Wei Ying feels his pain

Then Wei Ying started appearing in this characters mirror and spoke to him angerly because to gain that characters trust lwj had to kinda flirt and show fake affection to that character and wwx sees it through the mirror and is very angry

Then after sacrificing that character Wei Ying's consciousness is back and he refuses to talk to Lan Wangji, he also isn't aware of how long he was gone for because he only remembers that Sizhui was 3 and that he had still pregnant with Jingyi but in fact 16 years has passed

This fic was not finished from what I remember and I think it was also a part of a series. Please help me find it, thank youuu! <3 @misiasb

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9. Hiiii for the next find finder can you help me with this story (it was on AO3 ) I’ve been searching a couple days now and I cannot find it :c

where wwx and lwj are already in a relationship it’s posible for it to be post canon. another sect sends a group of female cultivators to train I think it was under lwj but the leader of that group is really bold and it’s trying to get lwj’s affection (obviously not working) so they finally go to hunt something and wwx has to finish the threat cause lwj gets hurt or I think he rescues one of the girls and she takes the opportunity to steal a kiss. At some point in the story it was explained that the sect the girls come from has homophonic views and didn’t help in a case because of it.

FOUND? Just As Much by Gemiblu (E, 23k, WangXian, Jealousy, Boys In Love, Homophobia, demonic cultivation bondage, Power Bottom WWX, Cockblocking, Semi-Public Sex, Crying During Sex, Intimacy, New World, Female Characters, Casual Intimacy, mentions of non-canon character death, description of violent acts, post marriage, Explicit Sexual Content, Kissing, Affection, supportive married couple, Pet Names, YLLZ WWX)

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10. hi im looking for a fic i can’t seem to find, but basically it was a misunderstanding trope with wwx entering the body of a female cultivator instead of mo, and the cultivation world thinking they’re engaged and lan zhan still falling for her. if i remember right the summary had a mention of wwx wearing zidian? thank you!

FOUND? By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, WangXian, Mix of CQL and MDZS, Identity Porn, WWX has an atypical relationship with gender)

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11. Hi! I did find the post! Sorry for the trouble. I don’t use Tumblr a lot! There was a fic recommended but unfortunately that is not the one I was looking for.

I think WWX gave up the Tiger Seal and they were escorting him somewhere after that. The seal suddenly apparently and hide itself in WWX robes. LWJ saw it but didn’t say anything. Then later on the road it comes out and WWX was surprised bc he gave it up in the Jin.

The tiger seal was kinda like a cat. @saint-ly-sins

NOT FOUND? Turn a little faster by apathyinreverie (T, 42k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, Pining LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Yin Iron, POV LWJ, time travel outsider pov, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Falling In Love, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, BAMF WWX, Crack Treated Seriously) There is the one where the Yin Iron is hiding in Wei Yings clothing while he goes around in the past thinking everything is a hallucination.

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12. Hello again!! You guys are wonderful and I was hoping you could help me find a fic I lost. I checked your relevant comp post and still can’t find it.

It was emperor!lwj, and he was married off to wwx as his empress, but cared not for the marriage (not even bothering to glance under wwx’s veil), and didn’t come to him on their wedding night. Wwx is sent off to a deserted, disrepaired palace (the cold palace, maybe?) essentially to be forgotten, and to make the best of a bad situation, wwx+some of the wens (who are ostensibly his staff) begin to farm and actually become a self-sustaining household. Lwj spots wwx one day and is immediately smitten but wwx makes him GROVEL, including doing menial labor on the farm. Wwx wants to remain cold towards lwj for the rejection, but of course eventually thaws and falls for him. I think lan xichen may have been scheming with jgy in this one but I can’t remember for certain. Any other fics where wwx truly makes lwj grovel and not just forgives him for whatever slight that you know of would also be appreciated!

Thank you so much!!!!

FOUND? 我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

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13. Hello! I am simply terrible at remembering to bookmark fics. I was trying to find the fic where lwj and wwx go back in time at the events of night less city after lwj stabs wwx with his sword by accident? I had thought it was We Can See a New Start, but that’s clearly not it. I can’t narrow down the tags enough to find it, so I’m turning to yall. Thank youu

FOUND? Regrets by antebunny (G, 38k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Explicit Descriptions of Love, and other squishy feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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14. For days I've been trying to find this fic. I'm not sure with the details like if wei wuxian is a farmer here or older (i think he is a farmer though) but what I remember is lan wangji making advances to wei wuxian while sleeping (wei wuxian here is known as a heavy sleeper ) but at some point wei wuxian got awake during those and from then on anticipate what lan wangji gonna do, so he knows what lan wangji is doing and there's a number of that that happens. Also, lan wangji is running out of time because he was about to go to the main central or the palace to take an imperial exam (? I'm not sure if that's the term) anyway, he was going with lan sizhui to take that exam. I'm not sure if he goes on the day of the exam but I vaguely remember that he confess his feelings to wei wuxian before or on that day. Then they did the everyday. ヾ(＠゜▽゜＠）ノ

(I seen this post, can I have this? Anyone?) @lanwuxian0725

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15. Hellooo, I'm looking for a modern au where wwx has amnesia and doesn't remember being in a relationship or possibly even married to lwj, so they tell him they're roommates and remove all hints from their shared appartment. I remember wwx wondering why his room seems to have no personality (because it's the guest room) and him figuring it out when he goes snooping in lwj's room (which is of course their shared bedroom). I think lxc was involved in hiding the "evidence". Please, hivemind, send help! @wingsofbadass

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16. Hello - I am looking for a fic where wwx was helping in a fisherman village. He ends up getting very close with a family there. Also he sent a few kids from that village to Jinlintai to learn cultivation and JL kept complaining that those hooligans were destroying koi tower. WWX end up marrying lwj at the village @hid9884

FOUND? Linger by the Door (I’ve Always Been Yours) by piecrust (T, 78k, wangxian, slow burn, canon compliant)

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17. Hello, I'm looking for a fanfiction, A/B/O world, Wuxian is an omega whose Mrs. Yu arranged a marriage with the alpha, Lan Wangji. At the same time, Yangli was supposed to marry Zixuan. I remember that it was a story from Yanli's point of view, who is bitter that Zixuan doesn't love her and didn't make her equal in the relationship, while Wangji made Wuxian equal in the relationship, which was not common. The Wangxians weren't in love before the marriage, but they respected each other and eventually fell in love. I know that equality in alpha-omega relationships was important in this story. @cityofhappiness

FOUND? 🔒 Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 23k, WangXian, JYL/OC, Arranged Marriage, A/B/O Dynamics, PWP, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Intersex Omegas, Not JC Friendly, Matchmaking, canon Jiang family dynamics, Family time, Night Hunts, Mention of male omega pregnancy, Intrigue at Jinlintai, Mentions of Prostitution, War, Conflict between characters) with part 5 being the one I think they're after

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18. Hello! Please help me find a fic where Wei Wuxian wakes up in Mo Xuanyu's body but as time passes his looks change into his old body. I'm like 85% sure it was from a third person viewpoint and the junior ducklings reaction was also written. I read this fic about 2 years ago I think and for some reason didn't bookmark it! Please help me find it I will forever appreciate and love you if you did<333 @aryadaiki

But the one I'm searching for was shorter than this it's mostly just reactions of everyone around him

NOT FOUND! Saw My Life in a Stranger’s Face by timetoboldlygo (T, 27k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, wwx’s face changes post-canon to look like his original face, Slight Panic Attack, because lwj doesn’t recognize his husband, the mortifying ordeal of not knowing your own body, the terrifying inevitability of change, taller!wwx theory)

FOUND? Is Your Old Body Considered a Halloween Costume? by The_peregrine_falcon (G, 3k, WangXian, WWX's original body, Fluff, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon)

Transcend by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Smut, YLLZ WWX is prettiest fight me)

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19. Hi, I’m looking for a fic where wwx has been wondering the world by himself. I believe little apple was with him, but him and lwj were sharing a bed together in an inn and wwx was anxious about it because he didn’t think lwj liked him back. I’m so sorry if this description is bad 😭

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20. Help me find this fanfic. When Wei Wuxian fell off the mountain (it think the one in night less city) instead of succumbing to his own death, he was saved by baoshan sanren and was it with lan yi or lan an? He suffered from amnesia and forgot his son with Lan Wangji. He lived with Baoshan Sanren, together with Song Lan, Xingchen and the blind girl. @lu-wanji

FOUND? Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ & WWX, Canon Divergence, war changes people, no pinning, LWJ learns how to speak, WWX is not oblivious, Established Relationship, wangxian are married and have a son, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, Canon-Typical Violence, LSZ is LWJ & WWX’s Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

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[toxicrelief]

Crawling Back to You

Chapter thirteen

Synopsis: Cecil brings you into the hospital for emergency operations. He doesn't tell you who the patients are.

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Chapter: 13/?

Masterlist of all Chapters

TW: Extreme Depictions of Blood, Gore, Medical Operations, Angst Heavy

Note: Please don't come at me if anything is incorrect, I dropped out of nursing school 🥀

Your phone rang once, then twice, then- You opened your eyes with a groan, impulsively going to mute whatever alarm it was. You pressed the power button on the side with the hopes of snoozing it. Just for two seconds of silence before it started to go off again. Was it louder this time?

Your eyes stung dully as you opened them, trying to force them to focus. It felt like you had not slept for more than an hour. The temptations of REM sleep that you had just been consumed in tugging your eyelids down. Just moving your arms felt like trying to push a train with just your raw strength. Something you couldn’t do, but you definitely stayed up at night imagining being able to do. Something Invincible could probably do. No, he could definitely do it. The ringing persisted, but you found your eyes closing again anyway. Whatever it was could wait five more minutes.

Your eyes remained closed, now picturing the aforementioned superhero pushing a train, then lifting it…then doing a few flips…for whatever reason. Superpowers always had a slight layer of inherent goofiness to you. Seeing someone flying would never not tickle you a little. Even still, you kind of wished it was you. Now, instead of Mark holding a comically sized train, it was you, one hand held over your head as you easily held it over some faceless person.

The tone stopped for a moment, hopefully snoozing on its own. Just as you started to drift off to some form of actual sleep, it started up again. This time, it was so loud you could swear you heard the sound echoing off the wooden floor of your room.

“God.” You muttered quietly, finally wrenching your eyes fully open. A green answer button was the first thing you recognized as your eyes slowly started to bring the screen into focus.

Maybe Cecil didn’t get the memo that you quit yet. Either way, you knew that letting it go much longer would not result in anything rewarding.

As you reached out to grab your phone, you felt the air shift unnaturally in your stagnant room, quickly followed by the sound of a static portal opening. Usually, this familiar sight brought Cecil. This time that was not the case.

You sat up quickly, raising your hand out in front of you in a defensive gesture. After a moment of silence, you finally spoke up to the unmoving figure.

“Hello?” You recognized the uniform, you knew there was no reason to be on edge seeing a GDA agent, but somehow it still put a pit in your stomach. It made sense if you sat and thought about it, but since it had never happened before, you still were not feeling right about it. With whatever this is, and the unfamiliar announcer before your episode in front of Rex, you were beginning to wonder if Cecil was starting to push you off onto other workers of the agency. If that was the case, you couldn’t lie; it definitely stung.

“Director Stedman sent me. You are needed immediately; it is urgent.” The agent seemed to de-tense slightly after you spoke, instantaneously walking up to you and grabbing your arm.

“Hey, what-” You gave them a confused look, pulling your arm back slightly before they slipped a wristband over your hand. You recognized it from when Cecil took you to see Mark, but you were still struggling to follow. Not that this agent’s obscure instructions were helping.

“What-” It was the early hours of the morning, you had seen so when reaching for your phone. What could be this urgent? Was it a world threat? If so, you needed to grab your suit, but from the body language of the person before you, you doubted you were going to have that kind of time. If you were teleported to some important meeting standing in your pajamas, you were never going to be able to show your face to anyone again. You were going to get plastic surgery and change your name or die of shame. Something like that.

Or worse, a small fear entered the circling whirlwind of your thoughts. What if Cecil decided you were dangerous? What if this was a ruse to get you where he wanted you?

When did you become so paranoid, that’s a ridiculous thought-

Your surroundings immediately change around you to an all-too-familiar hall. Cool linoleum floors send chills up your legs. You couldn’t even get shoes first? The agent has their hand on your arm, pulling you with them before you can fully collect your thoughts. The halls are bustling; there is more traffic right now than there ever had been on any of your previous visits.

Doctors, nurses, and more GDA agents. You would think that a catastrophe was on the brink of happening right here in the hospital halls. A morbid curiosity was rising over the tension that was building in your stomach. What is happening?

Finally, the agent stops in front of a room you had not been to before. Well, you had not been to most of the rooms at this point, as one was practically assigned to you. But you had not even been to this part of the hospital. A glowing, blinking red light shone brightly over the door that read “Operating Room”. The OR. You had never needed an operation as your body healed on its own. There was a glass window that looked into the room the door led up to. Just as you started to inch over to get a glimpse, a voice sounded out behind you.

“Sorry to ruin your beauty sleep, kid.” Cecil was walking up behind you. Donald was following shortly behind, the concerned look on his face betraying the cool, calm one on Cecil’s.

“What is going on?”

“There’s been an incident. We need you to stabilize the people in that room to the best of your ability. I have already talked to surgeons; they know who you are and what you can do. Scrub in, then stabilize them.” Cecil was walking past you to the door. “Just stabilize them.” He turns and reiterates to you. “I don’t want you trying to fix this, and I definitely do not want another incident.” He stares at you, his hand closed around the doorknob. You realize he was waiting for you to affirm what he was saying, so you nod vigorously. You were still blinking away sleep, but whatever this was about was obviously serious. “Save them.” He says after the brief pause, his gaze lingering at his hand on the door for a moment before he finally pushed it open.

You had numerous questions. More than numerous. But this is what you had done for months before joining the Guardians. Even if not working specifically in the OR. Cecil thought it was important to practice healing as well as your other abilities. You knew better than to ask frivolous questions right now; those could come later.

Once you were in, the surgeons approached you, filling you in on the situation as you located the sink. You washed your hands first, listening to them as you took the chlorhexidine sponge to further sanitize. Usually, in emergent situations like this, you would just focus on the healing and drown out potential infectors. But if Cecil wanted you to conserve your abilities, this would be best.

“Punctured lungs-”

“Compound fractures-”

“Rhabdomyolysis-”

“Forced amputation-”

“Craniocerebral gunshot injury”

Goddamn, what happened to these people?

You repeated the process with a fresh sponge, letting the water drip down your elbows into the sink. As you turned around, the others in the room helped you get on a surgical gown. One of the professionals around you seemed a little antsy over you not putting on surgical gloves, but you needed direct contact, luckily, they did not stop you, as it seemed like you were going to have to work against the clock.

There are two operating tables. The one closest to you contains a body completely soaked from head to toe in blood. Now that you are looking a little closer, you cannot really tell what you are looking at. The person’s face is practically caved in, their eyelids have puffed up so large the whole face looks almost like an even plane. Your eyes travel down the person’s body to see ivory bone jutting out from their chest, as well as several places on their legs, and one on their arm closest to you. Even so, somehow their chest rose in shallow breaths, soft choking hardly audible over the sounds of the different surgeons and doctors still debriefing you. The patient almost looked to you as if it had been crushed, and maybe it had.

“Cut the shirt open.” You gestured to one of the doctors. There was so much blood that you could not even make out what the original color of the outfit was.

They made quick work, exposing the patient’s chest so you could place your hand directly on the sternum, pinching your eyes closed in concentration. The person you were working on was a woman, which surprised you slightly, as there was practically no other indicator in her face that showed this. The more you looked, the more you realized how horrifically mutilated this person was. It was amazing that she was still breathing.

The lungs you would have to repair and flush free of blood, or this person would die of asphyxia, slowly choking and suffocating on their own blood. Then you would heal her brain, from the amount of trauma you were seeing at her head, as well as the blood pooling in the sides of her face, you figured there was a lot of damage there. You were also a little nervous that she might have extreme ocular damage.

As helpful as the surrounding surgeons had been, you almost wished they would leave the room while you tried to focus. The constant eyes were distracting you, reminding you of your peculiarity. A soft gasp sounded off behind you as the woman’s ribs popped back into place, making a sickening squelch as they shifted to lie back under the skin. In a few moments, the choking sounds stopped, and the swelling around the head lessened.

“Her lungs and any brain injuries are taken care of.” You said as you turned around to get assistance taking off the gown to redo the sanitization process for the next patient. “You will have to set the bones in her legs and arm as well as bring up her blood content, and fast. I stopped the internal bleeding in her torso and head.”

You started washing your hands, reaching for a fresh chlorhexidine sponge-

“We’re losing him!”

You quickened your pace as you heard the incessant beeping startup on the heart monitor attached to the other person.

“Shit-” You rinsed off your hands without a second wash and practically sprinted to the second table as the beeping got quicker. All the purifying in the world wouldn’t matter if the person died. You would just have to focus your energy, purify.

As soon as your eyes finally fully registered the second person, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. This one was nowhere near as coated in blood as the last. Sections of a bright yellow and orange suit. A super suit. An eyesore you recognized immediately. A suit you had seen peeking out under the collar of your visitor’s shirt last night.

“Rex?” Your voice cracked faintly as the shock started to settle in. Craniocerebral gunshot injury.

“Quickly!” One of the people in the room ushered.

You wanted to ask questions now, what was happening? Why was he here? You could feel your confidence wavering, this was too much with no information. Why didn’t Cecil debrief you?

“Now!” Another person’s voice crashed through your thought process, momentarily knocking you back in the game.

You stepped next to the table, taking him in completely. Craniocerebral gunshot injury. You pushed off his goggles and then his headpiece, feeling sick as you could practically look inside his brain from the gaping hole in his right temple. Blood was slowly seeping from it, coating his face and pooling at the dip of his eyelids.

Your fingers immediately pressed to the sides of his head after rolling her shoulders. There was no shortage of injuries for your consciousness to focus on, it was overwhelming. The woman had more substantial injuries, but you hadn’t known her personally. Now you were having to focus on the wounds themselves, and the prospect of how he got them.

You had to mentally restrain yourself from forcing your way through the healing process, getting this over with as quickly as possible. If you had thought Rae’s concussion from the other day was touchy, this could leave him brain dead for life if you lost your train of thought for a second.

The concentration and pain combined force the breath from your lungs. You can feel the occipital and frontal lobes mending, gyri forming on the surface again to the correct shaping. New blood vessels spreading through each section as you progress with the healing process.

The rest passed you in a blur. You had him stabilized, and now the surgeons were crowding in, pushing you away as they began to prepare for bone grafting.

The remainder were working on setting the bones of the other person. You felt sick, your mind finally slowing down enough to think past Rex.

If that was Rex, that meant this was Rae. Or Kate? He said something about there only being the three of them left, right?

Right? Your gaze rested on the mutilated female body.

You blinked a few times, feeling your breathing starting to quicken in pace. You turned quickly to the sink, scrubbing the blood off your hands before exiting back out of the door. Your back slammed against it as it closed. A sharp pain shooting through your tender head at the motion.

You took a few breaths before turning to look through the window.

“I would have warned you, but I thought it might put you in the wrong headspace.” A soft voice said from behind you.

“What happened?” Was all you could manage. Your voice scratched your throat as it forced its way out.

“Mission went sideways,” Cecil said softly. “We did not think the threat was going to be that large. They went up against the Lizard League, a group they’ve taken on before. It’s always been an easy fight.”

You nodded, watching as they placed some kind of metal plating over the outside of Rex’s head. “Easy fight.” You murmured in a hushed tone.

There were a few beats of silence, you couldn’t seem to look away.

Rex asked you to come with him. He didn’t just ask, he begged.

“Please.” His eyes had been drilling down into you. Soft, sincere. Drunk or not, he had meant it. And you had told him no. You had wished him a good night and stepped away.

The corner of your mouth raised slightly in a grimace at the fresh memory. How could you have known? The Guardians did perfectly fine without you for ages. Why couldn’t you have taken twenty-four hours?

A smaller voice sounded off in your head. Why couldn’t you have just gone with him?

An assistant exited the room and spoke in hushed tones to Cecil, who, you had forgotten, was still behind you.

“Thank you.” He said before stepping up to stand beside you. “They are both going to make it.”

“That’s good.” You nodded, your mouth felt weird while talking, dry, numb, maybe even foreign. “Who-” You cleared your throat before running your hands over your nightshirt to straighten it out. “Who is the other person in there?”

“Shrinking Rae.”

You felt something, you couldn’t tell if it was relief she was going to make it, or anguish that it was her. “Where’s Duplikate?”

“She didn’t make it.” You turned your gaze to him. He was staring into the Operation Room as well, his expression unreadable as always.

“Holy shit…”

Another length of silence.

“Cecil…” You started while fighting the bouts of nausea that were coming up in waves now. “Cecil, is this my fault?”

“What do you mean, kid?”

“I quit yesterday.” You thought he would have known; he always seemed to know everything before you did. “I panicked, they all ganged up on me, with footage and-” You could feel the tears starting to well up. This is so stupid. Crying in front of Cecil is mortifying, but you can’t seem to completely stop it. “They had footage of one of my training sessions with the ReAnimen. How did they even get that?” You were talking fast, trying to get through without choking on your words. “I didn’t know what to say, what not to say. The Immortal wanted me to beg to stay. Can you believe that? Beg!” You turned your line of sight away from Cecil to the operation again. “I panicked.” You repeated. “I figured I would rejoin if you wanted me to, but by then we could figure out an explanation.” Cecil was being almost irritatingly quiet. “Rex came to my apartment. He asked me himself to come back with him because the majority of the Guardians had left on this Martian trip, and I said no. I said no!” You ran your hands through your hair, grabbing fistfuls in frustration. “God! I said no!”

“Kid.” You shook your head at him, taking a step away, but he stepped forward and put a hand on your shoulder. He sighed before saying anything. “I know this position has been tough for you. It has been a lot of pressure for someone as new to all of this as you are.” You felt the warm tears finally cascade down your cheek after fighting it so hard. “This is not your fault. I should have better prepared you for their suspicions. I didn’t think they would bring it up so soon.”

“You knew?” You croaked, feeling your brows tense together tightly.

“I did. But you did too, Killdeer.” He said, standing up a bit taller and removing his hand from your shoulder. “It seemed like every single interaction you discussed with me revolving around Rex always contained his suspicions. There was no way he was going to let it go.”

You felt your shoulders drop somehow even lower. You had known. But why had it still blindsided you so badly?

“You had no reason to believe anything like this would happen. You’re a good hero and a good Guardian. I will help you clean up this mess, okay?”

A good Guardian. It sounded bitter, tasted bitter. But what else could you say? “No, I quit for good!” You were afraid Cecil was going to fire you before, and now you were scared to return? Get your shit together.

“Okay.” That was all you could manage to murmur in response.

“Go home, get some sleep. Take a day off. Come back here in a few days. I think it would be good to return to your roots a little, practice some more healing.”

“Will I be able to heal Rex and Rae?” You asked softly, staring down at the ground now.

“No, you’ve done enough for them. I don’t want you to have another episode.”

“Okay.” Who cares if you have another episode? You would live! Rae, you considered to be your friend, maybe your only friend. Even if she was not too happy with you right now, you would do it, you would go through that more than once to get her back to health. And Rex… well Rex-

“There’s a car waiting outside to take you home.”

--

“Thank you.” You say softly to the driver as you get out. He doesn’t say anything, only nods before driving off again, leaving you standing in front of your apartment building.

It was early morning now. Cecil wanted you to sleep. Your eyes felt heavy, and they stung slightly from your earlier crying. But you had no intentions of going back to bed.

After making the walk of shame in your pajamas up to your room you freshened up. Took a shower, got dressed in actual clothes. Stared at your reflection for a bit. Your mind was oddly quiet. All you could hear was buzzing, florescent lights.

Your hands clasped around your car keys, and suddenly you were behind the wheel, pulling out of your space in the parking lot.

You knew where you were going, a place that had been calling out to you for a few weeks now. A place you needed to see again. Maybe you should go when you have more sleep, or in general, a healthier mind space. But you were driving, and you would be there very soon.

A heavy glass door shuts behind you as you step into the large area, marble stone beneath your feet making your shoes send of clicks as you walk.

Brilliant sculptures, detailed in what must have been hours upon hours of work. You took your time looking at them individually, fighting the urge to run your hand over the smooth stone. There was hardly anyone else there, you made eye contact with a worker and gave them a polite nod before continuing forward. Large banners pointed to the individual sections of the museum, one leading out of the art area and into a historical area, and a smaller one pointing towards the paintings.

It was much easier to navigate in the daylight. The pieces you could now fully make out were beautiful. All the different styles and brush strokes. Finally, you stood in front of a large painting that now sat behind plexiglass. The one that those people had been trying to steal. You didn’t even know their names or where they ended up. Probably in prison for a long time, especially after killing that guard.

Your eyes dropped down to a small frame sitting on the ground with some flowers around it, below the painting. A small click resounding behind you as you recognized the face. You didn’t bother turning around. You knew it wasn’t real.

It wasn’t real.

“It’s a shame, isn’t it?” The voice of an elderly woman spoke behind you.

This you did turn to look at, mildly startled out of your thoughts. “It’s sad.” You affirm. “Who was he?”

“He was the nighttime security guard. Did it for over twenty-five years.” She stepped forward, crossing her arms while looking down at the memorial. She seemed to be remembering something, maybe memories passed by. “John Spencer. Wonderful man.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” You felt guilty, standing here pretending like you knew nothing. This man died because of your failure. Just like Kate had, just like Rex and Rae almost had.

“It couldn’t have happened to someone less deserving. And such a horrible way to go…” She trailed off while shaking her head. “I like to upkeep his flowers, at first family and friends came to freshen them up. But they don’t come anymore. Not anymore.”

“He was shot, right? I mean, that’s what I heard. Couple people tried to rob the place, then shot him.”

“Oh no, he wasn’t shot-” The older woman clasped her hands together while rubbing her knuckles in a self-soothing gesture. “He was stabbed or- or something. Gutted more like.”

What?

“He was?” Your voice wavered slightly.

“Yes, when I arrived, the police were already on the scene, and he was gone but…” She cleared her throat. “There were pieces of him, of his insides all over. We had to have the piece professionally cleaned; blood had speckled all the way up past the top.” She gestured up to the huge painting. It must have been at least ten feet tall; it was also displayed several feet off the ground.

“All the way up there?” You asked again, outstretching your hand to point towards it.

“Horrific, yes?” She nodded. “Whoever did it must have stabbed him over and over with tremendous force.”

“Yeah.” You looked up again at the height to which she said the blood reached. That blood on the ground could have been yours. Afterall, you woke up later in the hospital. The “pieces of his insides” could have been your brain matter. But the blood splattering that high? That was not from you.

Stabbed with tremendous force, or practically detonated from the inside out.

Author's Note: The plot thickens :3, Sorry for all the drama centered chapters lately. Some more character driven ones are coming up soon.

divider credit: @/ saradika

taglist: @kittymeowmrow @sketchlove @jewelwayne101

[sdmnpact]

Wrong Bag.

George Clarke x Reader

~~~

I ran to catch the tube as fast as I could. I had a meeting to get to and I just can't be late since I'm presenting my ideas to the head of directors. I finally made it to the underground and found a seat. I was huffing like crazy and probably looked a mess but I really don't care. I'm so nervous, I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice say. I was staring at my phone, not on my phone, just staring at the black screen. I looked over and saw a tall man holding onto the metal bar. He had a brown curly mullet and nicely groomed facial hair. He was quite handsome and I would certainly have been swooning over him if I wasn't a nervous wreck.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." I lied. The more time that passed, the more panicked I got. "Are you sure? You look pale." He responded. I quickly turned my phone on and put on the camera. My skin was paler than normal.

"It's alright. Thanks for asking though." I said hoping he would leave me alone. As much as I enjoyed a cute guy talking to me, I wasn't in the mood for this right now. "Here." He handed me a water bottle. I was reluctant to take it but he gave me a cheesy grin and I couldn't resist.

I took the bottle and chugged basically the entire thing. "Feel better?" He asked. I nodded, wiping my mouth. "Thank you." I said again. He looked at me as if waiting for a reason as to why I was feeling like this. I gave in and explained the situation to him.

"Oh. Well, I don't know you but from first impression, I think you're gonna kill it." He encouraged. I gave him a crooked smile not believing a single word. "Thanks but it doesn't help my nerves." I told him, drinking the last bit of water. It actually helped a lot. Speaking to him so casually actually settled my nerves a bit as well.

"Okay so I've talked to Arthur- oh? Who's this?" A guy with a curly black mullet and mustache began. His grooming style almost resembled that of the guy I've been speaking to. The guy, who I've just realized I never asked the name of, began 'introducing me'.

"Oh, well you're definitely going to smash it." The black haired guy said in an energetic tone making me chuckle. I thanked him and checked the time on my phone. The guys began speaking to each other about something, I didn't manage to catch much of it but it was something along the lines of a platform roulette and beer drinking.

"Are you still nervous?" The brown haired man began speaking to me again. I looked up at him, just now noticing the beautiful shade of blue in his eyes. "A little. Meeting you has somehow done wonders for my nerves." I chuckled awkwardly. Why did I say that?

"I seem to have that effect on people." He said with arrogance. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm joking! You see, I am actually very socially awkward and try to find humor in things to lessen the tension." He explained in a matter of fact tone. I nodded, chuckling at how nervous he became. I like this guy, he's funny.

"Anyway, what's your name?" I finally asked. "George, George Clarke." He responded. "Well, nice to actually meet you George, I'm Y/n, Y/n Y/L/N." I said copying his previous response earning a hearty laugh from him. "Are you mocking me?" He faked a hurt expression. "Not mocking, just appreciating." I said back with a smug smile.

We continued talking for quite some time. I got very comfortable with him very fast. This was so strange for me because usually it takes a while to get used to someone but he made it so easy to talk to. I told him about my job and some facts about my life while he explained his. Apparently he's a famous youtuber or as he described, a guy who got lucky being awkwardly funny on the internet. Seems about right for him.

My stop was announced as the next stop and I got up, ready to leave. I completely forgot about how nervous I was until I heard the name of the stop. I didn't want to leave George so soon but I had to rush in order to prepare some more before the big presentation. "Here!" he exclaimed as I made my way towards the doors after saying my goodbyes to him.

"Take my number, just in case you need a good laugh." He smiled widely. My heart fluttered a bit but I shook it off. No time for that right now. I smiled at him and thanked him one last time before I stepped out onto the platform. I held my bag tightly as I made my way up the stairs to the streets of London.

I didn't arrive to the building right away, it was about two blocks over still. I checked my phone, making sure I would have enough time to get there, prepare, and make myself look somewhat presentable. I feel like my clothes are drenched in sweat and my hair is probably a mess since I had to run towards the tube to begin with.

Once I got to the building, I went into the meeting room to prepare. I grabbed my bag and opened it. What the hell? None of my stuff is in here! There was a ton of camera equipment, microphones, and other things I don't know the name of. This isn't my bag!

Crap! What am I gonna do? I don't know whos bag this is! All my papers and my laptop were in that bag. I slumped into one of the many chairs of the meeting room feeling a bit defeated. I sat like that for a minute trying to think. Maybe there's some information on who's bag it is inside.

I looked through every inch of that bag until I found a tag with the name, George Clarke. Of course! I remember he briefly mentioned that he said our bags looked almost identical! I must have grabbed his by mistake. I quickly reached into my pocket for the sticky note he gave me with his number. I dialed it praying that he answers.

"Hello?" His familiar voice said. "George! It's Y/n!" I said enthusiastically, absolutely thrilled that he actually answered. "Couldn't get enough of me, eh?" He said, his voice sounding smug. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Not that- It's just that I grabbed your bag by mistake and you must have mine! It has all my work in it! Where are you?" I said, worry evident in my voice. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed. I heard rustling over the phone.

"Crap, yeah this is all like business stuff." He said unsure if that's what to call it. "Listen, do you think you could bring me my stuff? I'm already here at the building and I can't go running around London trying to track you down. I'll pay you whatever you want!" I said hoping he would say yes.

"Of course! This is like a real job and it seems really important. Can you text me the location and I'll be there in a few." He responded. I was almost in shambles at how stressful this was but I felt a huge wave of relief come over me as he agreed.

"Thank you. Thank you so much! I'll send it right now!" I replied as we hung up. I sent the message with the address and went to the toilet to make myself look presentable.

A few minutes had passed before I received a phone call from George. "Hey! I'm outside!" He said sounding a bit out of breath. I felt bad that he had to rush over. I'll definitely have to pay him a lot for this inconvenience. "I'll be right out." I said back, rushing towards the doors.

I found him sitting by the huge water fountain in the outside plaza of the building. He had a lime bike and the black haired guy from earlier, I think Bach, was with him.

"Oh my days! You are a life savior! I am so sorry but thank you, you don't know how much this means to me!" I exclaimed basically about ready to attack this guy with hugs and apologies.

"No worries at all! We were pretty close and like I said, this seemed very important." He chuckled extending the bag as I handed him his. I opened it quickly to check if everything was there. He did a good deed but I can't 100% trust him yet. Everything was there and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in.

"Okay, so how much do you think is fair?" I said pulling out my wallet. "Oh! No! Please, I don't need money. It was an accident. I'm just glad we were able to sort this out quickly." He said refusing my payment.

"No seriously! I took time out of whatever you were doing for this and this is only fair." I said. "Do you prefer physical money or maybe online?" I asked wondering what his preference was.

"Seriously, it's okay." He chuckled. "Are you sure? I feel really bad about this." I said hoping he would just take the payment.

"Well, if you feel really bad then how about you let me take you out for dinner?" He said. I was a bit taken aback by this. I didn't expect this from him at all. "What!?" I asked again, unsure if I heard him correctly.

"As a form of payment, how about you let me take you out for dinner when you're free? Or you can take me out if you prefer." He said. My jaw must have been on the floor and he must have noticed.

"Unless you don't want to- I didn't mean to be so forward." He said, his confidence dropping and his shyness creeping in. I smiled widely at him. "I'd love to." I told him. "Great! Just text me, or call me, whenever you're free!" He said enthusiastically. "Okay!" I said matching his tone.

We all said our goodbyes and he left with his friend. My stomach was doing somersaults. Now I was nervous for two reasons.

>>>

He was right. I smashed my presentation, I got approval for my projects and everything went surprisingly well. I just got home and slipped into some shorts and an oversized shirt. I did my nightly routine and got into my comfy bed, just about ready to pass out.

My phone buzzed as my head hit the pillow. I lazily flipped over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My eyes struggled to adjust to the bright light but once it did, I saw it was a text message. George had texted me. My heart immediately started to flutter.

Blue = George, Pink = Y/n

Did it go well?

Yes. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.

Oh please, you can't give me all the credit but if you must.

Seriously, if you hadn't given me your number, I was screwed lol

Well luckily I knew something like this would happen.

Really?

No... I just thought you were cute...

That's sweet. I think you're cute too.

Now that's sweet, because I know I'm not

Whatever you say

Well I'll leave you to sleep, I suppose you're exhausted.

I am. But I wouldn't mind talking with someone for a while...

Oh? Am I that someone?

No actually, I was hoping you could give me the number of that guy, Bach, was it?

Ha Ha, very funny. Unfortunately he's taken so you're stuck with me.

:(

Oh calm down, I'm not that bad.

Of course you're not. What guy would race across London to hand some random girl her bag that she clumsily left by mistake.

You're right. I'm amazing. 😎

Okay get off your high horse

Oh! That reminds me, we could ride that high horse on our date!

Date? What date?

Oh please, I saw how excited you were.

Maybe.

So?

So what?

So you were excited!

You can't prove that!

Okay, we don't have to go on a date...

Wait!

I knew it!

Oh whatever! You know what, now I'll go to sleep!

Okay goodnight, sleep tight, dream about our date :)

You're annoying

Yeah but you'll get used to it.

[andikiramman]

let's play a game (a game of pretend)

mel x sevika

word count: 5.2k

A/N: *taps mic* uh is melvika nation still alive? chile i hope so... anyways it's so crazy that this has been on my mind since december 2024... absolutely insane behavior on my end tbh featuring: smut + fluff + angst, hurt/a little bit of comfort but not too much, 'right person, not enough time' trope

MEN, MINORS, & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Sevika’s never been in love. It was just never on her mind; between struggling with chronic gambling issues and alcoholism, to working under the former kingpin of Zaun, to now being a Counselor, trying to finally elevate Zaun to the status it deserved… it was just never the right time.

That being said, Sevika found herself wondering how she even got here in the first place.

Not here, as in Piltover.

Or here, as in on a seat on the Council.

But here, as in laying on a sofa more expensive than any item she’s ever seen in her life, as Counselor Mel Medarda rested comfortably on top of her body.

The gold that decorated Counselor Medarda’s hand (which lazily traced the blue scars on Sevika’s cheek) complemented her dark skin well. So well, that Sevika felt the need to capture Mel’s smaller hand in her larger one, bringing it to her lips for a kiss. She watched silently as a smile formed on the younger woman’s lips. A smile so soft yet full of emotion. A smile that made Sevika feel a rather indescribable sensation. All she knew is that it was a good sensation, so she continued, just so Mel could keep smiling at her. She pressed soft pecks to Mel’s knuckles before turning to her palm and descending to her wrist. Sevika ended her ministrations by guiding Mel’s hand to her cheek, closing her eyes and nuzzling against it.

What was it that they had? Sevika wasn’t completely sure. It was too soon to call it love; despite the fact that she’d heard of the counselor in the years she spent working under Silco, they’d only officially met after the war, when the Kiramman girl gave up her seat so that Sevika could sit in her place. It was Mel who showed her the ropes of this whole Council thing, explaining the implications of her role and etiquette and whatever else. It was during that time, that very short amount of time, that the two found themselves growing closer. If anyone knew of their little thing, nobody bothered to point it out. No, what they had wasn’t love, but Sevika couldn’t help but feel that maybe if they gave it some time…

She sighed as Mel softly rubbed her cheek. “Your hand is eerily soft,” she muttered.

Mel chuckled. “What’s so eerie about having soft hands? God forbid a woman moisturize.”

Sevika shook her head. “No, there’s a clear difference between someone who moisturizes and someone who doesn’t do any sort of manual labor.”

Mel scoffed, pinching Sevika’s cheek. “You dare tell a Noxian she doesn’t do manual labor?”

Sevika snorted out a laugh. “Oh really? And when’s the last time you even set foot in Noxus?”

“I–” Mel began to speak, but her lips suddenly pulled into a frown, her eyes downcast. Suddenly, and without another word, she dropped her head onto Sevika’s chest.

Confused, Sevika sat up, holding Mel close so that she didn’t fall. She took Mel’s chin in her metal hand, making the younger woman look up at her.

“Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to say?” Sevika questioned, an apology already prepped on the tip of her tongue.

Mel shook her head, now holding Sevika’s face in both hands. “No, it’s just– oh Sevika, I’m so sorry…”

Sevika furrowed her eyebrows, seriously concerned now. “Sorry for what? Mel, what’s going on?”

Mel bit her lip, opting to wrap her arms around Sevika’s neck and hold her close.

“I’m going back to Noxus… My ship leaves the morning after tomorrow.”

No, Sevika’s never been in love, even now. It was just never the right time.

There were many thoughts swimming through her mind, all possibilities of what she could say, or what she should say. ‘What do you mean, you’re going back?’ ‘When were you planning on telling me this?’ In the end, all she was able to settle on was a small “oh… okay.”

Mel pulled back, the hurt she was feeling evident on her face. “‘Oh, okay’? Is that all?”

Sevika scowled, confused at Mel’s tone. “What do you mean, ‘is that all’? What am I supposed to say?”

Mel scoffed, clearly upset now, lifting herself off of Sevika’s lap and walking away.

“Hey– Mel!” Sevika called out, getting up and going after her. “Come on, wait just a second.”

Sevika grabbed Mel’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. She turned the shorter woman around, holding her by her shoulders while Mel looked up at her with nothing but pain and sadness in her eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sevika questioned, wiping away the single tear that rolled down Mel’s cheek.

“I–,” Mel stammered, putting her head down and letting it rest again against Sevika’s chest. “I spent so long trying to figure out how to tell you that I forgot I had to actually tell you… but it seems to me like you don’t even care that I'm leaving.”

Sevika couldn’t quite place it, but there was a negative feeling at the accusation that she didn’t care. Oddly enough, she did care about Mel leaving. She did care about Mel. 

“So… what is it that you want me to say?” Sevika whispered, now using her metal hand to pet the back of Mel’s head.

“If I have to tell you what to say, then it’s best if you don’t say anything at all.”

Sevika stayed silent for a while. She didn’t like that Mel was upset, and at her, at that. She wasn’t sure why Mel’s feelings towards her mattered so much; they weren’t anything serious, that much was known between the two of them. So why did she find herself purposefully trying to pick her next words wisely to not hurt the other woman any further?

“If I told you I wanted you to stay, would you?”

Mel perked up at that, looking up at Sevika with wide eyes. “You want me to stay?”

“I asked you a question first.”

Mel huffed, then sighed. “No, I’m afraid not… I have to do this. I must make this trip.” 

“So if you’re going to leave regardless, why are you so adamant that I tell you how I feel about it?”

Mel hummed, bringing her arms up to wrap around Sevika’s torso. She held the taller woman close, and Sevika reciprocated the affection by running a hand through Mel’s hair.

“Because… I want to know if you’re just as upset about me leaving as I am about leaving you.”

Sevika could physically feel her heart skip a beat, and this was the first time it wasn’t a result of hard drugs or liquor. She hated this. Back in Zaun, she could sweet-talk her way into any woman’s panties (or lack thereof). Mel, on the other hand, had her throat closing up and her cheeks growing hot like she was a little kid speaking to her crush. Did she have a crush on Mel? With just a few carefully selected sentences, Mel left Sevika speechless at times, stuttering over her words like a fool. She hated this.

“You– I don’t�� uh…”

“If only you were as good at vocalizing your feelings as you are at gambling,” Mel remarked, and Sevika could detect the mockery in her tone. Tired of this back and forth, Sevika exhaled deeply, deciding to lay everything out on the table.

“Honestly, I– I didn’t know you felt so strongly about… well, about me,” she stammered. “For the record, I’m not too sure what it is that’s going on between the two of us, but… I like it. I’ve never had something like this before. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t want you to go to Noxus. I’d have you stay here. With me. And we could… I don’t know, we could keep this going, I guess. But it’s not up to me, so that doesn’t really matter…”

Mel’s eyes grew big and glossy, her lips forming into a small ‘o’ as tears pricked in the corner of her eyes. Sevika thought she was going to have to comfort her again, but then Mel smiled and suddenly all Sevika could think about was how proud she was of herself for making Mel smile again. She bent down, capturing Mel’s lips in a gentle kiss. She pulled back just for a moment, only for Mel to lean forward and press their lips together again, and again, and again.

Sevika was smiling widely now; she couldn’t help it, Mel just had that effect on her. Must be her mage powers or something.

“Sevika?” Mel whispered, “I’d like for us to play a game of sorts.” 

Sevika raised an eyebrow. “A game…?”

Mel gave a curt nod. “Yes, a game of pretend.”

Sevika stood up straight now, clearly intrigued. “What exactly are we pretending?”

“Let’s pretend I’m not actually leaving,” Mel answered simply, which caused Sevika’s eyes to widen. “Until the morning after tomorrow, when my ship departs, let’s pretend I’m not going anywhere, and that we have all the time in the world to be together. I’ve already made the necessary preparations for my departure, and I have nowhere else to be until then. Let’s shut ourselves in here and act as though the rest of the world doesn’t exist until then.”

Sevika gulped. Pretend Mel wasn’t leaving? Act like they have all the time in the world together? Sevika didn’t know how she felt about such a suggestion, if she could even allow her heart to—

“Sevika, please say yes.”

“Yes.”

And so, their game of pretend began.

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“S—Sev, come on,” Mel whined, her hips bucking upward in search of more stimulation. “Stop teasing, pleasee…”

Sevika smirked, turning her head to kiss the underside of Mel’s thigh, which was currently thrown over her shoulder. She curled the two fingers that she currently had inside Mel, dragging them ever so slowly over that spot that had Mel’s eyes rolling backwards and her toes curling. If you asked Sevika, she’d say Mel was getting just enough, but she also knew Mel tended to be a greedy little brat, so of course she begged for more, more, more.

“What’s the rush?” Sevika muttered against Mel’s warm skin. “We got all the time in the world, remember?”

Sevika watched as Mel swallowed thickly, her eyes fluttering open. Mel looked down at Sevika, her eyes glossy, brows furrowed in frustration. She had the cutest pout on her lips and Sevika almost felt inclined to surge forward and kiss her.

“Sev, you’ve been going at it forever, let me cum, pleasee,” Mel sobbed, and Sevika couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Needy, needy girl,” she muttered, but finally relented, sucking Mel’s clit into her mouth while speeding up her fingers.

Mel’s back arched off the bed, one hand flying to tangle in Sevika’s hair while the other grasped at the bedsheets. Much to Sevika’s surprise, Mel was loud, clearly not caring if any of her servants heard what they were getting up to from the other side of her bedroom door. She yelled expletives, screamed words of pleasure, and moaned like a porn star. It turned Sevika on to no end, and she rewarded Mel’s enthusiasm by humming around her clit, sending vibrations through every fiber of her being.

Mel didn’t last long after that.

Sevika continued their sexual endeavor by proceeding to fuck Mel on every surface of her bedroom, including (but not limited to) the floor, the bathroom counter, and even outside on the balcony.

Eventually, they found their way back to the bed, where Sevika sat up against the headboard with Mel straddling her lap, lazily dotting soft kisses along the larger woman’s neck and collarbone.

“Let me reciprocate,” Mel whispered.

The hand that was massaging circles into Mel’s back stopped suddenly, which caused Mel to pull away, looking at Sevika directly. The older woman raised an eyebrow, an unimpressed expression on her face.

“That won’t be necessary,” Sevika answered curtly.

Mel tilted her head to the side, pouting in a way that Sevika knew she unfortunately wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Oh, but it is,” Mel retaliated, “because I’ve asked it of you. You wouldn’t deny me something I asked for, would you, Sev?”

Sevika sucked her teeth, turning her head to avert her gaze from that all-powerful puppy dog pout. It was silent between the two of them for a moment, until Sevika shot a side-eye at Mel and–

“Alright, fine, damn it…”

She patted Mel’s thigh, signalling for her to get off Sevika’s lap, which allowed Sevika to strip herself completely bare in front of Mel. By the time she turned back around, Mel was drooling, unabashedly thirsting over the hunk of a woman in front of her. This was the first time she’d ever seen Sevika completely naked, and Mel was determined to burn the picture into her mind for eternity. Sevika was jacked, her prominent muscles at the forefront of Mel’s attention. Her heavy breasts sat low on her chest, punctuated by dark nipples that were already hard. She carried a layer of fat on her, of course, which served to add curves that Sevika otherwise kept constantly hidden. She had a thick happy trail starting at her navel, which led to the impressive bush she carried between her legs. Mel wanted to put her face in it.

“Alright, that’s enough staring,” Sevika announced, interrupting Mel’s lustful train of thought.

“You’re beautiful,” Mel sighed as Sevika reclaimed her spot on the bed, allowing Mel to straddle her once more.

“Less talking, more fucking,” Sevika simply answered.

Mel rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her previous place on Sevika’s neck. “Would it kill you to say thanks and take a compliment for once?”

Sevika didn't reply, simply grunting as Mel sucked hickeys onto her skin. Mel’s hands roamed Sevika’s shoulders and arms in the meantime, mapping out the muscles of her upper body along with the scars that decorated them. She then zeroed in on Sevika’s chest, placing a trail of kisses downwards until she got to one of Sevika’s nipples. She took the dark bud into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it and sucking softly.

“There’s no way I appear that fragile,” Sevika muttered. “You’re gonna have to put in a bit more effort than that.”

Frowning, Mel gently bit down on Sevika’s nipple, causing the older woman to shudder.

“There we go,” Sevika moaned. “Don’t be afraid to get a little rough. You see me? I can clearly take it.”

With a newfound vigor, Mel continued exploring Sevika’s body, sucking, scratching, biting as she pleased and relishing in the quiet sounds Sevika allowed herself to let out.

By the time Mel was done, Sevika’s skin was practically completely marked, littered with bruises, bites, and angry red lines tracing the curves of her muscles. 

“Someone’s eager,” Sevika huffed, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath she took.

Mel bit her lip, finally sliding her hand down Sevika’s abs, past her bush, and in between her legs. Her eyes widened as she felt how absolutely soaked Sevika was, her fingers gliding through her folds with ease. A smile grew on her lips, and Sevika rolled her eyes, already knowing what she was about to say.

“Not as eager as you are, clearly.”

Mel’s fingertips found Sevika’s clit just as she was about to counter with a snide remark, causing the woman’s breath to hitch and her hips to jerk involuntarily. She decided to keep her mouth shut; this was losing battle, at the very least she should be allowed to fall with dignity. She let her head fall back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as Mel rubbed harsh circles onto her aching bud. Soon, however, the stimulation started growing excessive, and her soft sighs started becoming grunts of frustration as she bucked her hips forward in search for more. 

“Seems like you need something from me,” Mel hummed. “I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely…”

Sevika groaned. “There’s no way you’re suggesting I beg you right now.”

Mel shrugged. “Call it what you want, but you can’t expect that I give you anything without asking for it first.”

Sevika removed her hands from Mel’s waist to rub her own face, letting out an exasperated sigh along with a muffled, “you’re lucky it’s you…”

When her face was visible again, she looked at Mel with an intense gaze, muttering out a forced, “please… I need your fingers inside me, Mel.”

Instead of the shit-eating grin Sevika was expecting, Mel looked completely taken aback, shocked that Sevika would actually resort to pleading without much convincing. Even with Mel’s dark skin, she could swear she could see the younger woman’s cheeks reddening slightly.

“You’re cute when you beg,” Mel teased, two fingers slipping lower until they were sliding inside Sevika with ease.

Sevika grumbled, spreading her legs wider. “Mel, you’re gonna have to give me more than that if you’re trying to make me feel anything.”

Mel raised an eyebrow, removing her fingers from inside Sevika. “If this is your attempt at begging, I must say–”

“Mel, I’m serious,” Sevika interjected. “Your fingers are kinda small, y’know… besides, you know how much fucking I did down in Zaun? I fear I’m a bit ran through, though that hasn’t stopped anyone else from making me cum. Two of your little fingers ain’t gonna cut it.”

A smirk grew on her lips as she watched Mel process what she was just told, the jealousy becoming evident on her face. Mel was greedy, Sevika knew that much, which also meant she couldn’t bear the thought of someone else touching what was hers, and outperforming her, at that.

“Fine, if that’s what you want,” Mel spoke, reaching behind Sevika’s head to harshly grab a handful of her cropped hair. She surged forward, kissing Sevika harshly as she slipped three fingers into the larger woman.

Sevika groaned, her large hands tightening their grip on Mel’s waist. Mel began a rough pace, the squelching sounds of Sevika’s pussy filling the room. She curled them in a way that hit Sevika’s g-spot just right, which almost made up for the fact that she wasn’t being properly stretched out on Mel’s fingers. 

Almost.

Sevika tapped the back of Mel’s hand, and with total understanding, Mel pulled her fingers out completely, only to go back in with a fourth, finally filling Sevika up in the way that she liked. Sevika moaned into Mel’s mouth, gasping when she took Sevika’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. Sevika growled in response, opening her legs more to allow Mel to fuck her even deeper.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, princess,” Sevika rasped. “Yeah, that’s right, keep fucking me just like that.” 

Mel whimpered as Sevika grabbed her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. “Mmh~ wanna see you cum for me, Sev,” she whined against Sevika’s lips.

Sevika nodded. “Just keep going, baby. You– mmh, fuck… you’re fucking me so good, just keep going…”

Mel kissed Sevika like she was starving, and fucked her like her life depended on it. Sevika wasn’t going to lie, she half-expected Mel’s first time topping her to result in an hour-long instructive session, but she could feel the determination in every hitched breath, every stroke, every curl of her tongue. Mel was tenacious; she clearly wanted nothing more than to bring Sevika the same amount of pleasure that was given to her. Mel’s consideration for Sevika’s satisfaction drove her to ensure she did everything just right, and her efforts were enough to bring Sevika to and over the edge. She moaned loudly, louder than she’d ever allow herself to normally, eyes closing tightly and nails digging into Mel’s skin as her body trembled with release. Mel’s gentle caresses grounded her as she came down from her high, and she kept Mel close while the trembling subsided.

Mel pulled her fingers out of Sevika with a slick pop, and Sevika watched as she hummed and stuck the wet digits right into her mouth. Sevika made a face, but Mel noticed, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” the younger woman asked.

Sevika huffed. “How do I taste?” she jeered.

Mel tilted her head, examining her fingers rather intently. “Quite good, actually. Would you let me eat you out?”

At that, Sevika rolled her eyes, turning over to lay on her side causing Mel to fall over onto the bed with an “oof!”

“No,” she answered plainly, finally finding the strength to deny that god forsaken pout. “I think you forgot that you decided to get involved with an old woman. We’ve done enough. I tire easily.”

Sevika shut her eyes, ignoring the ruffling sounds in front of her, until the bed dipped and she felt hair in her face. She opened her eyes to find Mel directly in front of her, glowering as their noses just barely touched.

“What about tomorrow?” Mel whispered.

Sevika took Mel’s face in her hand, squeezing her cheeks until her lips puckered. She then pressed a soft peck to said lips.

“Ask me again tonight, and I’ll say no. Ask me tomorrow morning, and I just might say yes. The choice is yours.”

Mel smiled widely, jumping off the bed and rushing into the washroom, which left Sevika alone with her thoughts. She turned onto her stomach, her head facing the direction Mel just ran in.

One more day of playing pretend…

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Mel asked Sevika again the next morning.

“How do you feel about the idea of sitting on my face?”

“I literally just woke up…”

Sevika said yes regardless, and she had to admit: getting head first thing in the morning was definitely an experience. An experience great enough to set the tone for the rest of the morning, and Sevika almost felt bad for the servant that’d have to come later on to change the bedsheets. The couple ended their tryst with a hot bath, Mel pressed against Sevika’s front while the latter ran her hand through the former’s hair. This was the first time Sevika went without a bionic arm in front of Mel, and of course she was initially hesitant about the idea, not because she didn’t trust Mel, but because of the general sense of security having both arms provided. However, Mel’s soothing presence alone was enough to convince Sevika to bring her walls down, and now she was relaxing with her eyes closed and her head resting against the wall as she listened to Mel talk. 

Mel talked a lot.

Mel talked about anything and everything, so long as Sevika was willing to listen. On most occasions that required Mel to speak, she did so with every ounce of professionalism and tact; especially during council meetings or when addressing the public. Now though, Mel had no reason to filter herself, blurting out whatever came to mind simply because Sevika was there.

“…but honestly, I don’t mind the heat– are you even listening to me?”

Sevika peeked one eye open, being met with Mel’s signature pout and furrowed brows.

“Of course I am,” she grumbled.

“Okay, then what did I just say?”

Sevika huffed, opening the other eye just to roll them. “I asked you what you wanted for breakfast. You said ‘something hefty like eggs and a bagel’. Then you changed your mind and said you wanted something sweet. Then you felt the need to clarify that you didn’t want ‘something sweet’ like oatmeal, but ‘something sweet’ like pancakes or some sort of pastry. Then you told me that beignets are your favorite pastry, which are really good during the wintertime because they’re warm. But you don’t really like the winter because it makes your skin dry and you hate feeling cold. Autumn is your favorite season because the leaves changing color and falling from the trees is really pretty. You hate spring because your allergies get really bad. You think most people dislike summer because it gets really hot, but you don’t mind the heat. Did I miss anything?”

Mel stared at Sevika with big eyes, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to think about what to say next, but then she just smiled, a smile that Sevika thought to be big, dumb, and pretty, before snuggling up right on Sevika’s chest.

“You’re so hot when you listen to me,” Mel swooned.

Sevika chuckled. “I’m always listening to you.”

Mel stayed quiet for a moment, and Sevika could tell she was thinking about something.

“You’re right,” Mel finally said. “You’re always listening to me ramble, but you rarely ever talk about yourself. I’ve basically told you my entire life story at this point, but I know generally nothing about you from before you started working for Silco.”

Sevika sighed. “I like listening to you, okay? And every part of my life either falls into one of two categories: uninteresting or depressing.”

“I find anything you tell me interesting, and it’s not like my life was one big comedy show, either. You know that,” Mel chided. She reached up, hesitated for a moment, then caressed Sevika’s cheek. “I… really like you, Sevika. I feel something for you that I’ve never felt towards anyone else. That said, I want to know everything about you. The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it. Even the uninteresting and the depressing.”

A blush crept up onto Sevika’s cheeks, and she turned her head away to avoid Mel’s gaze.

“If I talk about all that, we’ll turn into raisins in here…”

Mel snickered, deciding to end their bath there before they really did turn into raisins. Sevika helped her dry off and wrap her hair up in a towel, and soon the two of them found themselves cuddled up on the sofa donning expensive silk bathrobes.

“So?”

“So…?”

“So… tell me everything,” Mel pushed, tracing a finger along Sevika’s jaw. “From your first memory to your last, I want to hear it all.”

Sevika sighed. “Okay, then.”

Sevika really did tell Mel everything.

She told Mel how her mother passed away in childbirth, and her father raised her like he resented her for it.

She told Mel how she ran away from home and met the blisters & bedrock trio, the trouble the four of them got into, and how the three of them instilled within her the hope for a free Zaun.

She told Mel her point of view of what happened on the bridge; how everything started falling apart after that.

She told Mel about the night she lost her arm, how devastated she felt while watching the two men she admired and were like brothers to each other essentially fight to the death. 

She told Mel what it was like raising Jinx, and how she couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt believing she’d never see Vi again, especially since she was once so close to their mother.

She told Mel how every day felt like a battle, and she was slowly losing. She told Mel how tired she was of fighting all the time. She told Mel how sometimes she felt like giving up on everything, on life, but she was miraculously still alive despite it all.

It was eerily silent once Sevika finished speaking. She kept her gaze focused on the ceiling above her, not daring to make eye contact with Mel despite also wanting to see her face. Suddenly, she felt the soothing touch of Mel’s hand gently wipe the corner of her eye. She didn’t even know she was crying. Then, she felt Mel tip her head forward, forcing her to make eye contact. Sevika gulped when she finally looked at Mel, and let out a small gasp when she noticed Mel’s own tears, glistening as if imbued with gold.

“Thank you for sharing all of that with me,” Mel whispered before wrapping her arms around Sevika in a deep hug. “I feel like I… can appreciate you so much more now. And… I’m glad you’re still here.”

Sevika felt a huge lump in her throat. “Fuck,” she sniffled. The tears started falling faster, and she let them. Mel was a presence unlike anything Sevika experienced in the many years she’s been alive. For the first time, Sevika could truly feel everything that rumbled within her. She didn’t need to suck it up and pretend that she was bigger than any emotion for the sake of getting things done. She didn’t need to be on the defensive or put up any walls to save face. She could just be. 

Mel was a presence Sevika wished she could keep close to her for the rest of her life.

Was this love?

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The shoreline was particularly breezy this morning, and the red sails of the large Noxian ship fluttered mercilessly in the wind.

This was nothing compared to the turbulence going on within Sevika.

This didn’t feel real.

None of it felt real.

The Noxian guards that lined up before her on either side didn’t feel real.

The rhythmic beating of their metal spears against the wooden dock with each step Mel took didn’t feel real.

The red and black attire Mel donned to symbolize her rise in rank didn’t feel real.

Even as Mel stood right in front of her, eyes full of sorrow and longing, nothing going on around her felt real.

Sevika knew she was out of place. She should have been standing towards the back with the rest of the Councilors and civilians that came to witness Mel’s departure, but since when was she one to care about Piltovian etiquette?

Sevika swallowed thickly as Mel reached up to hold her face in both hands. She knew it would be the last time she felt these hands on her. She could tell there was so much Mel wanted to say, and there was so much Sevika wanted to say in return.

Without a word, Mel went up on her tiptoes to crash her lips into Sevika’s, and Sevika responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Mel’s waist and pulling her closer. The couple sobbed into each other’s lips, not caring that they were outside where essentially all of Piltover was watching them.

Sevika didn’t want this moment to end.

She didn’t want Mel to board that ship and leave.

She felt inclined to grab Mel and run away, to hide her in Zaun until people stopped looking for her, where they could be together for the rest of their lives.

Sevika didn’t act on that desire, though.

Instead, she kept her lips on Mel’s until Mel was the one that finally pulled away, though rather hesitantly.

“I guess… this is the end of our game,” Mel muttered, her voice cracking.

Sevika nodded once. “I… guess you’re right.”

Mel pressed one last kiss to the corner of Sevika’s mouth, before finally separating their bodies and boarding the ship. 

Sevika kept her eyes on Mel the entire time, even as the Noxian guards followed Mel onto the ship, leaving her alone on the dock. Even when the ship left the shore and the civilians returned to their homes, Sevika stayed, watching the ship sail off into the horizon.

No, Sevika’s never been in love.

It was just never the right time.

A/N: *bats eyelashes, blank stare* i definitely feel like this could have been better, but gurl if i left this in my google docs it was not gonna get looked at until august so it's whatever. there were some concepts i didn't include that i wish i did explore, like sevika cooking for mel or mel using her mage powers to alleviate sevika's chronic back and neck pain, but maybe those can be drabbles or sum, idk...

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I would like to present you all with a snipped of the first chapter to my Lestappen Medieval AU :)

(The chapter will probably be published today, so if you like the snippet, come back in a couple hours to read the whole thing!)

“Max Emilian Verstappen.” Sebastian only mumbled the name, but Charles understood him nonetheless.

Something in him stirred at the name, an unsettling chill creeping down his spine. He knew it… He just couldn’t remember why-

Sebastian, obviously having noticed the confused pause, added, “The Lion of-”

“Oh!” Charles’ breath caught in his throat, his eyes going wide.

Of course he knew him.

The Lion of the North, Lion Slayer, Red Bulls’ favourite weapon, the Storm…

Charles had heard of all his names, rarely ever the one he’d been given at birth, because the others were what Verstappen was known for. The stories, the retellings, the myths… They were whispered late at night, told to children to keep them inside after dark, retold at feasts by the people who’d actually encountered him.

Charles had never known which to actually believe and which to take with a grain of salt, but one thing he was sure of - this man, the knight that had slain so many men, won so many battles, was a menace, no one he’d ever hoped to meet without proper protection or at least a fighting chance to get out of the encounter alive.

And now he was here, in Charles’ kingdom. In his palace.

But as a prisoner, he reminded himself to rid himself of the goosebumps spreading over his arms and shoulders.

His eyes flickered back to the king, Sebastian giving him an agreeing nod. A silent understanding.

“Where is he?”

It was Fred Vasseur who answered Charles’ question. He was a newer addition to the advisors, but his opinions were already valued deeply by them all. Vasseur always seemed happy, cheerful even, but on this day even he had replaced his smile with a stern look, leaving a hollow feeling in Charles’ stomach.

“In the dungeons. He was found injured in the woods, riding on his horse, but was easily shot down by Sir Carlos.”

“Injured?” Charles frowned, the information not really making sense to him.

“Yes, we suspect he’d been in battle previously and seemingly fled from it.” Mattia Binotto joined the discussion, his arms crossed over his chest. Charles had to fight the urge to roll his eyes - a feeling present whenever Binotto dared opening his mouth - and instead listen to the man. “By the time Verstappen was brought to us he had already lost consciousness, making it fairly easy for us to bring him to the cells.”

Now, Charles was perfectly aware they were talking about a horrible man, one some people didn’t even see worth being called that anymore and would opt for the word monster instead, but he couldn’t help the small pinch of worry blooming in his chest. He would feel the same way whenever his man would come back from battle, scarred and wounded.

Again he didn’t have to voice his concerns out loud, Sebastian already having read his questions off the expression on Charles’ sharp face.

“We had a physician look after him first that tended after the most fatal wounds. Remove the arrow from his shoulder.”

“Hm.” Charles hummed, the worry parting, making space for another emotion.

Curiosity. He wanted to see the man he’d heard so much about, take him in with his own eyes… The desire didn’t really have a reason, no sese behind it, but it was there nonetheless, burning under Charles’ fingertips.

Nobody took note of the way he flexed his hands at his side, his eyes zoning out and in focus as they resumed their earlier discussion with the prince still standing amongst them. He was caught up on everything anyway, no reason to not have him listen in.

“I have sent out messengers to both Mercedes and McLaren as you requested, your majesty.” Binotto said.

“Good.” Sebastian nodded, eyes flickering between his advisor and Charles, who was still standing there uselessly. “I assume that there might’ve been a fight on the Mercedes grounds. They’ve had their fair share of disputes over land with RedBull lately… But even if that wasn’t the case, they still deserve to know we’ve finally caught Verstappen.”

“I am sure Sir Lewis will be thrilled.”

It was Sir Kimi who had spoken, his voice snapping Charles back into reality. He hadn’t noticed the knight yet, although he should have as Kimi was positioned to the right hand side of the throne. Kind of symbolic as Kimi Räikkönen over his many years of service had become somewhat of a right hand man to the king - despite his title of knight, which technically wouldn’t allow such a position to be given to him.

But no one could deny the benefit Kimi’s advice presented to the court and Sebastian valued him greatly, not only as a consultant but also a friend.

“Probably, yes.” Sebastian chuckled, the sound coming out a little strangled. His eyes found the ground, brows pinched together. “But we must not forget that Verstappen is our prisoner, whatever will happen to him will be our decision.”

“Mine too?” Charles challenged, reminding everyone of his presence by straightening up and crossing his arms over his broad chest. The fine fabric of his garments stretched uncomfortably over his chest, a reminder to finally get his tailor to come in and take his measurements for new clothes.

The king hesitated, blue eyes fixating on his protegee for a moment. Then he nodded, chest rising heavily under a silent sigh. “Yours too.”

Charles’ lips finally pulled into a grin, but the internal celebrations seized in an instant when Sebastian opened his mouth again, his voice much firmer this time, the hint of the king Charles got to experience so rarely shining through.

“But you shall not see him before I allow you to.”

“What?!” Charles exclaimed, his voice echoing through the vast room, loud and outraged. “Why should I not?”

“He is dangerous-”

“You said he is hurt and locked up! What oh so horrible thing could he do to me in the position he’s in?”

“That is not what I meant!” Sebastian half-rose from his throne, eyes burning with a fire that was extinguished as quickly as it had flared up and he let himself sink back into his seat. Pinching the bridge of his nose the king exhaled, gaze finding that of the prince. “I do not want you near him, Charles. Do you understand?”

Charles dug his heels into the ground, hands balling to fists so tight the nails of his fingers dug into the soft flesh of his palms. But with the twenty or so pairs of eyes staring at him, he knew protest would only come across as disrespectful. So he unclenched his jaw as he nodded.

“Yes, I understand.”

Technically it wasn’t a lie. Not even when Chalres did sneak down into the dungeons after excusing himself. He’d only said that he understood, not that he agreed with the king's decision.

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)

[novembersmyname]

Hey, stranger!

You don't know me, and I certainly don't know you, but I think I can help you a bit. I found this thread while doing some personal research (Beacontown is a mess right now), and I'm kinda glad I'm not just going crazy! I came back to town after an expedition the other day and things were... different, to say the least. I left just as soon as I could, and I'm holed up outside of the town until things can blow over.

I was able to find the cipher used for the cryptic odd messages occasionally found in the thread! Pretty cool, right? Well- Well maybe not cool, all things considered, but helpful..? haha...

Anyway! Here they are!

I won't bother you with my observations about Petra's behavior, because I think we're probably on the same lines about what's happening.

I hope these decodings help! I'll help any way I can from the outside. I didn't know Petra very well, but I'd seen her around a time or two and she seemed really cool...

But you stay safe too, okay?

I keep seeing things. Places. Things that shouldn't be there. I'm one of them. But I'm not a part of them..

BIEG XUA CRWEYUSK

NEW OBJECTIVE: Help ??? find it before Petra does.

[heyclickadee]

Okay but for all we know Saw and his buddies picked Tech up (alive) on Eriadu.

[ladsofsorrow24]

finally get to read medalist chapter 52... my reaction after reading it

[teh-nos]

"are people not into that?" i ask, after posting my weird niche shit to the internet, despite knowing it to be weird niche shit.

[byanyan]

may be needing to add a dni section to my rules... had an hp muse blog follow me and sorry not sorry but we ain't here for that shit

[smilingaspera]

Right so obviously that was great and that find me and everything. But the dance scene and the emotion and everything just had so many « Captain Jack Harkness » vibes like sorry ? The dance the doom the separation ??? Now I wanna watch Torchwood all over again omg

[smile-files]

do you ever wish you could use a memory-erasing gun on yourself so you forget about all of the characters and stories you've come up with but which you know you'll never bring to life and thus have become more of an existential burden than anything