#but eli not even bothered ...not hurting his feelings at all

[overnightheartbeats]

She only rolled her eyes at his comment, not even worth addressing. Though, the roll of her eyes also communicated her growing annoyance and anger at his lack of a reaction. On the contrary, he was amused? That didn't make any damn sense.

"I don't need to be queen of the university to tell you that you just don't belong. Honestly if you weren't glued to my roommate, I wouldn't even know of your existence. That's how irrelevant you are." It wasn't intentional, her emphasis on my, but she couldn't help it. "Oh, don't act dumb! You know who I'm talking about. Laurel!" Still, as she spoke, she just sounded like a petulant child who wasn't getting her way. And, that really was her right now. Just a child throwing a tantrum. "Unless you already forgot about her," and that, kind of perked her up. Because, if so, maybe she won't have to do all this. "Maybe because you already got what you wanted from her." Laurel hadn't shared anything with her, but she overheard her gushing to her friend. It didn't take much to guess what had happened between them.

"Oh, you didn't say it," humorless laughter followed, flashes of all her classmates going on and on about him filled her mind. "Just everyone else. Like you're god's gift to this stupid fucking place." Laurel raved about him, so did everyone she met. Jenny was sick of it. She completely ignored his quip about Laurel's free will, instead just shaking her head at him. "You're below so much, you're not even close to us," she scoffed at his words. Did he really have such a naive view, just because he didn't come from money? Such a fairytale notion. It's not like Laurel was high up there, not the way Jennys's family was, but she was distinguished enough, she supposed. "I just care about her! In a way you can't understand. I'm here for the real deal, not some college hook up. You're just messing this whole thing up!" Jealousy was not easy to hide.

Her frown deepened at his refusal, a simple no and it had her riled up. "I don't need to ask you for a favor. Just need to get you out of the way, really." Jenny was just talking out of her anger, and had no concrete ideas as to how any of this would work. But, ideas would come soon enough. "No? You're going to regret saying that to me. I'll make her see, just how much of a wrong choice you are. Not worth more time than she has already given you. She's just dazzled by you now, but all things lose their shine. Sooner or later."

Laurel had just finished drying off her hair when she opened his bathroom door. She almost called out to him to ask about dinner ideas when she overheard muffled voices. It didn't make much sense to her, but as she stepped out of his bathroom, the voice became clearer. Jenny? It was her voice, but the things she was saying just didn't match the person she knew. She was quiet as she stepped closer to him, tapping his shoulder to silently ask what was going on? She had heard enough, however. Eli being the wrong for choice was absolutely ridiculous. But, that wasn't what infuriated her. It was the way she was expressing herself about him, and the fact that Eli wasn't saying anything either.

Laurel turned to look at him, confusion washing over her, before she wiggled in between him and the door. Her hair was still damp and a mess when she faced Jenny. Her features were a blend of annoyance and anger, something her roommate was quick to catch on to, because before Laurel even spoke up, Jenny was stuttering and trying to bring in some context to her earlier hateful words. "I...thought you were spending the long weekend at your dad's," she cleared her throat, trying to think of what else to say. "Well, no it's not what you think. I'm just," a nervous giggle fell from Jenny's lips as she tried bringing that sweet side back to the forefront. Harder than it sounded when the object of her sheer hatred stood right next to her. Damp hair, he was shirtless - it didn't take a genius to deduce. "I just, you know that overprotective friend conversation, I owed him that. It's nothing though." The story she was spinning really would only work if he didn't contradict her. And the chances of that happening were slim.

"Save it Jenny. I heard you and I can't stand here and have you spew all of this about him. He is one hundred times better person than you are, and just— you should go. I won't be back, find yourself a new roommate."

Eli chuckled out of amusement, clearly he wasn't even off put by her lame attempt at an insult. "You'd have bigger problems if you couldn't carry your own trash bags." Not that he truly would help her. He had no business with a bully. If he gave her the inch he was sure she'd barge in and make herself at home in his dorm trying to rip him a new one. But, still eyes were on her as she went on.

Surprised eyebrows knitted together as she told him to get lost. "Who died and made you queen of the university, last I checked I belong here. Just because you don't like doesn't mean you get to tell others if they belong or not. Stuck to her? Now, who do you mean?" At this point he was baiting her, he wanted her to be clear since digging her own grave would be her doing not his.

Eli laughed as he shook his head. "I never said I was all that. I'm just a normal human being minding their business. You're the one trying to disrupt that peace." he sighed and rolled his eyes. "It seems to me that you think I'm forcing her to be here. Laurel has got a choice and her own free will. Just because I didn't come from money doesn't mean I'm below you or her. Why do you care so much though is the question?"

"Hmmm that seems more like I'd be doing you the favor and I'm not in the business of doing that for you. So, no." He tried to be cordial given the many insults she had just given him but it was hard standing there taking it. Half of his head turned to see if Laurel had come out yet but also didn't want her hearing this given how much Jenny was talking out of her ass.

[storiesabouteli]

Heartplace. // Elijah Hewson X Reader (Fluff).

prompt: about how you handle a light argument, where Eli said things he's truly sorry for and wants to apologize.

words: 2.1K

It affected you in a way that left your mind distant throughout the day, but deep down, you understood. He was tired, and though he was in the wrong, his sleepless nights without you and his swollen eyes as he watched you leave each morning made it clear—he knew he had hurt you.

Knowing Eli, he would be brooding over it, silently reprimanding himself while figuring out how to reconnect with you and make things right.

"Come closer," you whispered, foam already covering his tiny beard. Under normal circumstances, he would have kissed you, making a mess. You appreciated how, despite complications, you never neglected each other. You loved him too much to go long without touching him, and he felt the same.

…

Despite the thoughtless and cruel words from the night before, he still came to pick you up from work, waiting outside with a cigarette as usual, and kept your favorite songs playing even after you got into the car without giving him your usual long, lingering hug. He stayed silent, his hand brushing over his eyes during the drive, and you’d have been foolish not to notice him struggling to keep them from misting over.

You didn’t fight often, but you had been together a long time, so this wasn’t the first. As you gazed out the window, you placed your hand on his, intertwining your fingers, listening to him sniff softly—so discreet and embarrassed that, if not for the years, you might have missed it. His rings against your skin were comforting, so familiar.

He squeezed your thigh affectionately; his fingers were cold, but yours quickly warmed them. As you gently stroked the short hair on his arm, he felt foolish—both for what he’d done and for still not knowing what to say or how to say it. You weren’t angry with him, not at all, but you didn’t like the way it felt.

…

He took a deep breath, settling between your legs, which quickly wrapped around his waist. His long fingers grazed the hem of your shirt (which, by the way it hung to your thighs, was clearly his), gradually stealing the warmth from your hips into his palms. You smiled softly as his eyes met yours; at times, he felt like he didn't deserve you. You could feel his breath close as you wet the blade and steadied his face with your hand. It felt good to have him near, even with the tension still lingering in the air between you.

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” you asked, continuing to remove the excess before resuming the grooming process you loved so much. Eli was never very patient with his beard; whenever he had to do it himself, it usually ended with intense itching and irritated, red skin. You never failed to take good care of him, and he appreciated it deeply. It didn’t usually grow too thick, but it bothered him, and you were so good at handling it.

“Like what, darlin’?” His voice was velvety yet cautious. His eyes sparkled at you with a faint smile, freckles prominent, as if pleading for kisses. Realizing it had been a while since you’d heard him, your body tingled. You tightened around him, wanting him close as if he could heal the pounding in your head. You wanted to say everything was fine, but you also wanted to be honest about your hurt. Above all, you were waiting for him to take the first step. Things are always much easier said than done.

Your face was furrowed in concentration, or perhaps annoyance; at that moment, he couldn’t quite tell. It seemed as if you were about to carve a look of distress into his features, yet he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful you looked.

"I don't know," you whispered. Despite looking tired, he still wore a sweet expression as he looked at you. The wrinkle between his relaxed eyebrows and the way his caramel eyes shone, even on not-so-great days, were things you loved about him.

He nodded, tracing circles on your skin, waiting for you to continue. When you finished, you dried his face with the still-warm towel and applied the soothing lotion. The bonus you loved most was that you’d fall asleep with his comforting scent lingering on you. You ran your hands over his bare shoulders, appreciating every freckle, and then, with quiet sincerity, he pulled you into a hug.

Your forehead rested against his chest, your hand entwined around his waist, and gradually, his breathing comforted you. You murmured softly, feeling warmth in your chest, the hairs on his chest tickling your cheek, which made him laugh as well. He nuzzled his red nose against your cheek, then down to your shoulder, and after lightly kissing it, he playfully nibbled, wanting to hear you smile. It was a pleasant and new sensation to feel him against your skin without the facial hair.

“Thank you for takin’ care of me, tiny one,” he said, still feeling weighed down. His face nestled into your neck, and he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. “I really like these little moments with you.” He felt like an idiot for stating the obvious, as if it would somehow make things better. His fear wasn’t about apologizing but rather about recognizing how much he had hurt you with his actions.

You nodded against his skin, feeling small in his embrace. "You know when we go to the market?" Your voice trembled, and he felt the dampness spreading quietly across his chest as you rubbed your hand against him. A lump formed in his throat as he held you tighter. "This is going to sound silly," you said, laughing without much humor.

He watched you through wet eyelashes, cradling your face as your foreheads rested together, allowing you to gaze into each other’s eyes. Your hair stuck to his, and he tried to pull it away in vain; perhaps it was meant to be tangled together. "I wanna hear you out," he said, his voice catching as he spoke.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. "I love how you smile at me when you 'find' me in the market, y’know? Your eyes, even your freckles seem to sparkle. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but it always happens, even though you know I’ll come back to you after I find something from the list. Sometimes, I think I do it on purpose—disappear among the shelves and then reappear with something in hand to show you. It never fails. You squint your eyes and then break into a smile, your cheeks rosy and your teeth showing, and it makes me want to hug you." You sniffled, feeling vulnerable.

He was just as emotional, yet he held you close, making you feel heard. "I’m afraid this will end," your voice trailed off, and then you shook your head vigorously. "I hate thinking that you might get tired of being with me. Even though I know you acted in the heat of the moment, I can't shake the feeling that it’s a possibility." Those were the truths that weighed heavily on you, and you felt apprehensive about sharing it.

There was silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. He cradled your face in his hands, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your skin as he pressed soft kisses onto your cheek. He offered you the same affectionate look he always had. "It won’t end, I promise. I’m sorry.” He held you tighter, hating himself for leaving you alone to deal with those feelings. Sometimes, he wished you would be angry at him and scream in his face, but fortunately, you both knew better than that. “I didn’t mean to hurt you; I was tired and ended up unloading my feelings on you when you were just trying to help. I didn’t realize you felt this way.”

He chuckled at his own words, his cheeks and the tip of his nose flushed. He hadn’t realized it before, but reflecting on those memories, he loved having you close. In public—whether at the market or any other event—the voices in his head and the external noises became more persistent, almost paralyzing. But having you by his side made him feel lighter, grounding his thoughts. Loving you made him more patient, filling him with that warm feeling in his chest and the assurance that everything would be alright because the person he cherished most in the world was with him.

“I know you didn’t mean it.” The tips of your fingers brushed against his nose, trailing your thumb to his eyes as you smiled weakly at the sight of his tears. “I’m upset, but I’m not angry with you. I know I can be stubborn, and I’ve been forgiven for my questionable actions in the past.”

The difference was that he knew you would know what to say, expertly resolving everything without leaving room for insecurities to take root in his mind. He didn’t have much to say; he had failed you in less than two minutes, and he still replayed the sad look in your eyes and the way you had lowered your head the previous night as punishment.

You opened your arms, noticing how he had withdrawn into himself, lost in his own thoughts. “Take me to bed, Eli.” He forced a smile as he held you close, his hands firm on your waist while you intertwined your legs around him.

“I won’t do it again; I won’t make you feel this way again. I love you. I promise.” His voice was breathless but not desperate, polite and well-articulated. It was as if he felt the need to prove something to you, believing that words alone wouldn’t suffice. Despite knowing he would apologize many more times out of concern, you were fine. He had always been good at listening.

Your back sank into the mattress as your fingers wove through his hair, his face nestled against you. “I don’t like sleeping without you,” he whispered, lifting his head. His hand caressed your cheek and chin, captivated by how he closed his eyes at your touch and sighed. You kissed him lightly, and as you sank back into the bed, he stole another kiss from you. Soon, the tips of your fingers traced the path of his freckles, and he understood that he would miss you if fate decided that you didn’t want him anymore.

“Yeah?” Your eyebrows arched, eager to hear more as you snuggled closer to the pillow, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“Yeah,” he laughed, his face lighting up. “I love how you share your day with me and listen until we drift off to sleep.” He paused, fingers tracing your skin as he sighed contentedly, grateful for your closeness and the kisses you shared. “Mornings are great too, when you play with my hair until I wake up to see you smiling beside me, or when I catch you washing your face with the bathroom light on.” Holding your chin, he reflected on how often those moments happened, all equally cherished. He missed you when filming kept him away, and he found himself longing for your daily updates and photos. “I need you, I’m sorry,” he began, but you covered his mouth, smiling.

“If you apologize again, I won’t forgive you; you’ll be on your own. I know you won’t do it again.” Your tone was light, easing his tension. You pulled him closer, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as his hands found their way to your waist. He nuzzled his beard-less face against your forehead and planted a kiss there. “Elijah?” you sang softly.

He grumbled, pulling you even closer.

“Your mother called earlier, inviting us to lunch. I said we’d go.” Your breath against his chest was light, and he chuckled at the thought that you might hold a grudge. It was funny to think that you didn't hesitate at all to decline the request.

[moonsaver]

Good day moon! Okay I normally don't do asks when it comes to yandere cause it's not my usual thing but seeing the last post you made of Yan!Sunday and his darling, that one where he just desperately wants to have that normalcy in their relationship but couldn't ever have it because of what he's done, made me think of something rather angsty; like how the darling's backlashes against his affections would probably go turn for the worst as time passes on, they don't hate him in a sense because he's really trying hard to not make them hate him and they can see that his love is real (just really fucked up) but that deep urge to hurt the person who took their freedom away is still there, it wouldn't just go away just because he loves them so much that he wouldn't dare to break them. Oh that satisfaction on seeing Sunday looking so hurt after yelling at him, they know it doesn't make them any better than him but at that point, what else is there for them to lose? Maybe in hurting him so subtly, they may find some pity in themselves for him to actually give him some semblance of love but until then, all Sunday ever receives from them are either silent treatment or backlash

Such relationship could only thrive in the worst way possible and maybe Sunday knows that but even then, he still holds out that little (delusional) hope that maybe his darling will still love him someday

Sorry for the rant, it's just that I feel for Sunday but his method will never work and it'll just deeply hurt him and his darling in the end asgfjgsfg also if it's alright, I'd request this but I'll leave it to you with how you write it, be it an imagine or anything else since I'm fine with it!

- Elys

Hello Elys! Im so sorry it took a long time for me to get to your request lol, tons of things got in the way but I remembered this request for a while.

In any case, I feel you've summed it up quite well!

Sunday isn't harsh or as brutal as I imagine him. Unlike my [i have to self advertise here, sorry HAHA] soft yan!blade, Sunday most likely wouldn't even need a bit of working around to be a softer yandere.

He's so loving, it's painful. His love is like despaired poetry for a lover who is still alive, just further than their reach. I imagine his love to be very tender, even as a yandere, if he doesn't become even softer.

And it's hard to convince him he's wrong – mainly because he already knows. But rather that's a bit distorted in his view; instead he thinks it's a wrongdoing against your nature as someone who wants to be free, but correct in the context of the situation rather than actually understanding it is absolutely wrong in general. And he doesn't budge. He's stubborn, almost infuriatingly. And instead of getting angry, I imagine he rather looks disappointed or disgruntled, which somehow does more damage/strikes more fear than anger.

And it's still heartbreaking; frustratingly for both of you, not just yourself.

You lash out, you scream, cry, wail, argue, relentlessly push and resist against him. it's your only way of getting back at him, you're sure as hell you're going to strike the hardest that way. And you relish the hurt you see in the eyes of your captor, but something more sympathetic tugs at you when you see his lovingly sad eyes. It's this cacophony of guilt, frustration, anger, and utter despair at the loss of your freedom. Sunday feels all of it, aswell, and you want to be relieved that he does – if it weren't for the fact he still wasn't letting you go.

He continually withholds your freedom from you. That single injustice to you is enough to weather your patience over time – your anger only burns hotter and hotter, pushing away any semblance of sympathy or reasoning, and it only hurts Sunday more, until you realise what you're doing, and quietly give in to sooth him for the time being. Just a little. Until that little injustice starts bothering you again. It's a toxic cycle.

And it hurts even more when Sunday tries to find normalcy in your relationship; he's trying so hard to be your lover, to hold you gently and bathe you with care, to dry you off and still love you after seeing you bare. He wants to come home and see you smile, be happy, elated that he's there, just as he feels when he sees you. But that's not what happens. His delusions and flimsy expectations are shattered the moment he steps into the dimly lit room, your form refusing to even look at him. The silence is strangely stronger than his hopes.

Anyways, that's all i can think of at the moment. I love angst yandere sunday time.

[dublinskeetz]

could you maybe do a fic (don’t worry if you can’t 🫶🏼) with eli or bobby maybe enemies to lovers and the person is the band’s photographer or is on keys 🤍🤍

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞

hii ofc, i wasnt sure if u wanted a smau or written soo i sort of did both since the reader is their photographer, hope u like it!! this is my first tumblr fic so im still getting used to how to work the app lollll, sorry if u don't like it but pls give me ur thoughts so i can learn to improve JAJA

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 — 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘻 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺'𝘴 #1 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘻 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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yourusername dropping these flicks in honor of my fav boys (and bobby ig) letting me join them on tour to take cute pics of them 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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joshjenkinson_ WOOO after months of begging

yourusername a little begging doesnt hurt when i have to spend months with devils spawn joshjenkinson_ bobby loves u dw bobbyskeetz why do you automatically think shes talking about me bobbyskeetz and i do not

bobbyskeetz so thrilled to have you.

inhalerfan1 wtf why is she always hating on bobby he does nothing wrong to her!!! how about you leave and like never speak to him again.🙄🙄

inhalerfan2 saying this doesnt make bobby want u any more! bobbyskeetz how about you leave her alone? ryanmcmahon_15 aw look at u protecting her

elijahhewson the crowd erupts in cheers

yourusername by crowd u mean u, josh, and ryan LMAFO elijahhewson and bobby he just wont admit it

inhalerfan300 something abt the boys getting their pics taken by a sexy woman makes them even sexier tbh

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"say, cheese!"

your lens shuttering was heard throughout the tour bus, trying to take candid, but not candid at the same time, pictures of the boys. tour was great, amazing even. you felt at peace when taking pictures of the band in their natural element. whether it be on stage, at a pub, or even just at time when it was just one on one hangouts. except, for bobby

bobby skeetz, you didn't know what you had done to make the boy dislike you from the moment he laid eyes on you. maybe it was your personality, the possibility to get on with everyone around you, happiness radiating off of you. or perhaps it was one night stand you had with him 4 years ago. but you chose to pick the former as the reason.

it didn't matter what you tried, his anger, regret, or whatever he felt never seemed to ease.

despite telling them to smile, bobby still had a grim look on his face, clearly wanting to be anywhere else but in front of you. rolling your eyes, you lowered your camera, dismissing the guys from the lens.

as the boys one by one retreated to their own areas, bobby stuck sitting in front of you as you placed your equipment away. you could feel his eyes watching you as you worked, and you found he often did this. though you could never force yourself to look back up at him, knowing his eyes would probably be full of dislike.

"is there something you need robert," you asked him, getting closer and closer to being fed up with his acts.

"no, just thinking."

"of?"

"why we would need another photographer when we already had lewis."

rolling you eyes, why do i even bother, thinking to yourself.

hiding behind a door was josh, ryan, and eli, silently watching the two of you interact. "i bet you they get together by the end of the tour," ryan spoke.

"oh you are so on McMahhon."

"dunno, maybe you should ask your mates. you didn't seem to complain too much when they asked me, repeatedly," you argued.

there was a thick tension in the air, these petty fights between the two of you were normal at this point, and despite your attempts to be professional, his pettiness was starting to get to you.

in reality, you didn't mind bobby at all, in fact, you felt a pull towards him. but ever since that mistake, that for some reason he can't seem to forget, he has made his presence unbareable.

"why must you make everything so difficult," you sighed, frustration evident in your tone as you continued to pack away your equipment.

"i'm not the one making things difficult, thats your speciality, isn't it," he snapped back. there was a mix of annoyance and indifference in his expression as he starred at you. "or maybe its the fact that you love to pretend nothing happened."

"what the hell are you talking about," you spoke, your patience so close to breaking.

bobby scoffed, "oh please, you know exactly what i'm talking about. four years ago when you left me!"

there was a heavy silence between the two of you, could he seriously be holding onto the past for that long? was this really the reason why he hated you so much? you can admit, you have your regrets on the way those things played out, but what were you supposed to do? act like sleeping with him didn't hurt you in ways you didn't even know you could hurt? the way he easily uttered those words to you, this doesn't mean anything, does it? it pained you, so really, what were you supposed to do?

but you were never really good with your emotions, so frustration bubbled inside you, "fine, you want to hold onto the past? go ahead, keating. but don't act like i'm the only one at fault here."

your heated exchange echoed throughout the bus, leaving an uncomfortable silence. but meanwhile, the other three boys exchanged knowing looks.

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yourusername tours almost ova so heres some flicks to prepare u for the drought

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elijahhewson pay up ryan

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inhalerfan11 NOOOO

inhalerfan23 god i have seen what u have done for others

trumanblack come take some flicks for us?

elijahhewson no joshjenkinson_ no bobbyskeetz shes all yours mate ryanmcmahon_15 rob shut up before i leak some information that i find very important. bobbyskeetz YOU WOULD NEVER joshjenkinson_15 TRY US bobbyskeetz JOSH NOT YOU TOO yourusername OIII all of u. out my comment section

inhalerdublin twas an honor having u with us, and for the rest of the tours!🤗🤗

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throughout the remaining of the tour, there was an uncomfortable tension between you and bobby, and with the last dates coming up, you weren't sure if you wanted to come back.

but then again, you were confused.

after your last blow with the bassist, there was a peace between the two of you, if thats what you could even call it. he no longer took every opportunity to be petty, in fact, you hadn't spoken a word to the man since.

but you saw the tweets, the comments, and even noticed the other three members of the band acting funny when the two of you were in close proximity. the possible thought that bobby felt anything to you besides utter dislike, felt impossible.

the group of you were lounging around before the boys had to go onstage, and you could still feel bobby's eyes piercing at you from behind. despite the other's chatter, there was still an underlying discomfort from the two of you. his gaze lingered on you, and looking back towards him, you noticed there was a mixture of frustration and something else.

attempting to break the silence, you sighed in defeat, "what's wrong with you now, rob?"

there was a moment of hesitation on his part, jaw clenching, "it's nothing," he muttered, but his tone said otherwise.

"doesn't seem like it," you countered. you were tired of fighting with him, you just wanted peace for the remainder of the tour. "look, tour is almost over and can we at least try to-"

but he interrupted you before you could even finish, "try to what? pretend like everything is okay," his voice laced with bitterness, "like nothing happened?"

you sighed in defeat, feeling an oncoming argument brewing, "you cannot keep dwelling on the past rob," you pleaded, trying to keep your voice steady, "what happened was a mistake, for you," you emphasized, "and for me."

"a mistake," he scoffed, "you're acting like it meant nothing, like i meant nothing."

there was a clear tone of hurt and resentment in his voice, his words cutting deeper than you could've imagined, "that is not fair rob," you whispered, looking away from his eyes. trying to avoid his gaze, you noticed the room had cleared, the three boys' chatter no longer being background noise to your conversation.

those little shits.

bobby noticed your avoidance, "you just left, without a word," he continued, his voice filled with an ache that mirrored your own. "do you have any idea how much that hurt?"

the weight of his accusations hung heavily in the air, did he really have no idea of how much he hurt you too? how much you look back to that night and wish things were normal between the two of you.

"it wasn't easy for me either," you confessed, voice barley audible. "but what did you expect me to do? especially after what you said."

the atmosphere became thick with emotion, your unsaid words confusing him.

"what are you going on about?"

"really? 'this doesn't mean anything'," you scoffed, your hidden emotions rising to the surface, "do you know how heartbreaking those four words were? god, do you know how many nights i spent thinking about that. then here you come accusing me of being at fault."

his eyes softened at your confession, "i didn't know. you never said."

"i thought you knew," you cut him off, "i shouldn't have to tell you how harmful your words were."

"i didn't know," he spoke softly, getting up and standing in front of you, looking down at you into your eyes, "you could've told me. i would have been there for you.

"and what would have you done? hm?" you quipped as you looked away, anger and ache still inside your tone.

he softly grabbed your chin for you to look back up at him, "i would've told you how stupid i was, how scared. you have no idea how afraid i was of it ruining everything, and look at us now, look at what it's done to us. look at what my stupidity has done to us. i would've been there for you, through everything because i love you."

your breath hitched, utter surprise written all over your face, a small smile beginning to spread across your face, "i love you, and you aren't stupid. its just your pettiness," you spoke, trying to make the conversation lighter.

"oi, you're one to talk woman," he laughed, cupping your cheek to pull you into a kiss.

and as if it was right out of a corny soap opera, you heard a cheery whistle from the side of you. turning you were met with those three little shits with grins on their faces, well except eli, who looked completely defeated.

"as much as i am happy for the two of you coming to your senses," ryan began, turning to eli, "pay up, hewson."

eli groaned in frustration, pulling out cash from his pocket and placing it onto the ryan and josh's outstretched palms.

"you shits placed a bet on us?" bobby questioned.

"was an easy bet, after you drunkenly confessed your love to me a few nights before tour," josh explained to you two.

bobby's cheeks heated up, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "is that what your silly comments on my posts meant?" you asked the trio.

"uh, look at the time! c'mon keating, time to perform!"

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live to rise - chapter three

live to rise series

three: won't give them that satisfaction

series masterlist | prev chapter | next chapter

gladiator!Din Djarin x f!reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: Din faces his past. You dare to enter the Mandalorian's cell when he's in need of medical attention. A bond grows, and so do the stakes.

chapter warnings: masturbation (f, m), p in v (not Din, brief mention of reader x oc), hurt/comfort, a little yearning, a little pining, a lot of ~bonding~, minor character deaths, canon-typical violence, description of injury, gore, angst

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

Din is the only one from Cresh with an off day today. It’s quiet in the cellblock, and he’s putting himself through an easy bodyweight routine when he feels the pneumatics of the door. You’re so quiet, bare feet barely making a sound on the sleek floor. 

It’s not even midday, so he waits to find out who was the first to fall.

The door next to his opens. 

He takes a moment to close his eyes and pray. Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la. Not gone, merely marching far away. Idly, he wonders if the words would bring you comfort.

But when he opens his mouth, he chokes on them. No, he can’t share that with you. No matter how honorable, you are not Mandalorian. 

“What was her name?” he says instead.

It startles you, and you drop the bottle of disinfectant. He’s never just spoken to you before, unprompted. 

“Disdraa,” you tell him, and hesitate for just a moment before letting the rest pour out. “—a smuggler—explosives for the, um. You know.” 

“I’m sorry,” he says. 

“Thank you.” You fall quiet, letting the skrish-skrish of the spray bottle fill the silence. 

“Why did she call you little bird?” Din’s not really sure why he asks, other than a strange ache in his chest at the way your words are laden with sorrow. 

“Because some of the others used to.”

“Why did they��call you little bird?”

“Picked it up in a long chain of the dead. One of my first who survived for a few months started it.” You pause, knowing this isn’t the answer he was looking for. “It’s silly. When I first got here, I used to whistle a lot. The quiet was unsettling.”

“It doesn’t bother you now?”

“—used to it.”

He knows there’s something more that you’re keeping locked down. He knows it’s probably for a good reason, and he should leave it be, let you pretend. 

He asks anyway. “Why did you stop?”

“Guards didn’t like it much,” is all you tell him, the silence filling in the gaps of the story. 

You hesitate in the hall after you’re done, like you want to say something to him but haven’t the nerve.

He beats you to it. “What’s on your hand?” he says as he studies you, everything about you as neat and tidy as ever—except that. 

You look down. A blue smudge runs the length of your palm. He watches, rapt, as you bring your other thumb to your mouth and lick it, scrubbing it against the blossom of color until it disappears. 

“Nothing,” you whisper. 

“What?” 

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head and slip out of the barracks. 

When you leave, he waits only a moment before he licks his palm and strokes his cock, thinking of his own thumb, of more, between your lips as he spills down the drain. He shuts down before the shame can come. He’s only human, after all. 

There’s an energy to the compound that you don’t particularly like. It crackles and shakes, much like the soft surface of this planet did when they first built the arena, when the red soil swallowed it whole, and instead of moving on, they just built more and more on top. But you can feel this, even here at the frigid, solid core—an unsettling. 

When you ask the others, they shrug. It’s not strong, not bothersome. The officers are clearly abuzz with something stupid or irrelevant, and it’s just echoing down the lifts and spilling into the underground. 

Hali shrugs. “It probably doesn’t bode well for us, but what can we do?”

Two weeks later, the tension crests. Eli catches your arm when he passes you in the corridor after breakfast service, pausing for just a fraction of a moment. 

“They found another Mandalorian,” he murmurs. 

His hand drops, and you’re gone before you can think it through. You’re too late, though.

They’ve already taken him to the arena.

Gideon’s face tells Din that he’s going to lose this fight no matter the outcome. It’s always a little true. A little part of him dies each turn. 

But Din knows he’s right when his opponent is forced into the ring. He knows because he won’t meet his eyes. He knows because when the bell tolls, the other man takes a knee.

“Ner Mand’alor,” he says, voice hoarse from overuse and underhydration. 

“No,” Din says. “Not here.” 

“Anywhere,” Alor’ad Adro Varra swears. 

“I won’t fight you,” Din says, voice cracking a little on the tail end. 

“I’m dead either way,” Varra says. “Grant me a warrior’s death. Gedet’ye.”

Din closes his eyes. “Don’t go easy on me,” he begs.

“I would never do you the dishonor, ner Mand’alor.” 

The crowd finally gets the fight they’ve been waiting for. Few of the champions so far have been much competition for Din. But between a well-trained opponent and his own unwillingness to cause unnecessary pain, they manage to drag it out for a few extra minutes.

Varra holds true to his word, of course, and doesn’t hold back. To drive in Gideon’s mockery, their weapons today are beskad they’ve stolen from Mandalore. 

They’re going to make him kill his vod with a beskar blade. 

Varra is a skilled swordsman and hasn’t yet had a chance to weaken in the cells. Din finds the beskad as unwieldy as the Darksaber had been when he first held it. There’s no honor, here. 

Din parries more than he strikes. “Are there others?” he asks under the guise of heaving breaths.

“Not sure,” Varra says. “Got separated. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t,” Din says, fumbling in the riptide of disappointment and relief. The edge of Varra’s blade makes clean work of his thigh, just shy of danger. 

The cut is an awakening, an understanding. Time is running out.

“I think,” Varra gasps. “I think some made it. But—your alor—I’m sorry.”

He’s not deliberately trying to distract Din. But the words cost him another chunk of flesh from his forearm.

Din briefly considers letting his vod win to spare himself the pain. He can’t decide which path is more cowardly. 

The clash of beskad echoes sickeningly. Beskar against beskar is a broken oath, a true loss of The Way, and the guilt cuts worse than the sword. This man swore to him, swore to follow the command of his Mand’alor, and Din’s forcing him to use it in such a perverse manner.

No. It’s worse than that. He has forced his vod to break the Resol’nare by fighting against his Mand’alor. 

The scars from the blade will join the many others earned through his life, but this? The things he’s done now? The sins against his vod and the Manda? He’ll never stop bleeding.

In the end, though, Varra’s head is on the ground much further than his body, knocked afar by the swift, heavy swing of Din’s sword, leaving him awash with his brother’s blood. He chokes down the vomit and the screams. Gideon can’t have those, too. 

For the first time, you enter the Mandalorian’s cell while he’s inside. He had refused to see the medics, but he’d still showered, meaning the blood he trailed in was leaking from his own flesh. With your eyes shut tight, you hold out the only solution you could come up with—a linen scarf. 

“You should be able to breathe still,” you say. 

He gets the idea. 

You slip inside once he’s covered and seated on the cot. You start with the gash on his forearm, kneeling on the cold floor to wipe it clean. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say. 

He closes his eyes. He doesn’t speak for a long time, long enough that you’re afraid you’ve overstepped. But he sits still, the perfect patient, and lets you pinch the slippery sides of the cut together enough to apply suture tape. 

He thinks suddenly, unbidden, that she would have liked you. His alor, who he still bowed to despite his rank, for she wielded the fires and iron hearts of their people. Mandalorian or not, she would have respected you for your steadfast principles and unwavering purpose. 

“I knew him,” he says instead.

You startle and overcorrect trying to act casual, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“Would you… would you like to tell me about him?” you say. This, at least, is familiar territory. 

“I didn’t know him well,” he admits, the clench in his chest screaming. Just another brother he’s failed. “He was a battalion captain. He still knelt for me, even without the saber, and I—”

You rest a hand on his knee and wait. 

He sighs. “I gave him a warrior’s death.” 

“What did his armor look like?” you say.

“He didn’t have it.”

You hum softly, not wanting to push. 

“Captains wear full black, matte and streamlined,” he says. “Sleek, flat, practical for ops.”

You hum again, the feeling spreading goosebumps as it vibrates through your wandering fingertips over his skin. You’re checking for wounds.

He indicates the weeping gash on his thigh.

“Oh, kriff, Mando, I’m sorry. That looks painful.”

“It’s fine,” he says. 

You lean close, gently prodding around to assess. “It’s deep. You prefer it stitched or cauterized?” 

“Stitched,” he grunts as you wipe it down with antiseptic.

The cell is tense, now. He thinks he’s smothered your softness with his grief.

“I paint,” you say suddenly, as the needle slips into his skin. 

His attention snaps to you, even if you can’t see his eyes. “What?”

“That’s what was on my hand the other day. Paint. I paint.” 

“Where do you get paint?”

“I make it,” you say as he winces against the tug of the thread. 

“What?” 

“I’ve got a friend in the kitchens,” you say.

“No, sorry,” Mando says. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Oh. I said I make it.” 

“Oh,” he says, and thinks for a moment. “They sneak you oil?”

“Or grease, or lard. Whatever the runoff is.” 

“Whatever the what is?”

“Runoff, like—”

“No, I know what it means,” he huffs a little. “I just. Dank farrik,” he mutters.

“What’s wrong?” you stop stitching immediately.

“You didn’t hurt me,” he says and waits until you’ve resumed your careful motions. “I… I can’t hear very well without my helmet.”

You sit back on your haunches. “Oh,” you say.

“You can’t—don’t—”

“I won’t tell,” you say. “But you let me know if there’s anything I can do to make things easier on you. Do you read lips?”

“Not really. It’s hard. I can pick up some things in Basic from humanoids, but it’s near impossible with anyone else. And unreliable.”

“Okay,” you nod, lips twisting and gears turning. “Want a signal? Like if you need me to be louder or repeat something.” 

“Maybe,” he says. He’s feeling oddly dizzy, like perhaps he lost more blood than he thought. When he looks down at his thigh to check, you’re applying a cream to the sutures. It only gets worse as he watches deft fingers secure bandages, sucking in a sharp breath when you gently brush over the hair next to the wound. 

“Sorry,” you say, wincing. 

He lets you think it hurt. “You never finished answering my question,” he says. 

“No, but it worked, though, didn’t it?” you say. 

He quirks his head.

“Distracted you,” you say, and grin.  

You’re beautiful, he thinks. He’s in trouble.

You don’t seem to notice his dilemma, especially since you won’t look at him, despite the veil. 

“Anything else?” you ask, fingers gently holding his calf while you investigate his battered body. Now that the danger has passed, you’re a little choked up. You knew he was strong, but hadn’t been close enough to realize how broad he was without the armor. 

Most of that bulk was actually him. The wide cord of his thigh where you had stitched spans far past the sprawl of your palm. He’s not all rock, though. It’s muscle well-earned under the softness of a life… well, you don’t want to say well-lived, because that’s up for debate. But lived. Fully and unapologetically. 

It feels illicit, just even seeing this much of him. 

“No,” he says. The little cuts and scrapes aren’t worth wasting supplies. They’ll scab over on their own. But he regrets it as soon as his mouth closes because you push up on his knee to stand.

You’re leaving.

“Can I see?” he says.

“Not very well, right now, I’d say,” you tease, though you know what he means. “Maybe another time.”

He snorts, and your heart catches. 

Inconvenient, really, you think. Moreover, cruel and unfortunate. You’ve never felt this kind of warm affection toward a fighter before. 

“Hey Mando,” you say, turning back to look at him. “His helmet, was it like yours?”

“Yes,” he says, perplexed. 

“Okay. Well, I should go,” you say, and it’s almost like you want him to argue, but you’re already slipping out of his cell. “It’s almost dinner time, after all. Get some rest.” 

When he unwinds the shawl, he holds onto it for longer than he’ll ever admit. 

He does give it back, of course. Slides it out on his tray when you come by with dinner. You stuff it in the front pocket of your skirts, and if you take it out in the dark of the night to catch a hint of his musk, so what? It doesn’t hurt anyone. 

Well. Maybe yourself. You need to pinch this ridiculous crush at the stem before it blossoms. But one night of indulgence can’t hurt, or at least that’s what you tell yourself as you slip off to the fresher. You hold it to your cheek, clenched in one fist, as the other hand rubs quick circles around your clit. You orgasm easily, the smell of him and the cadence of his voice on the edge of your consciousness. 

You drop it in the laundry bin when you leave, washing your hands of the affair but not the guilt. 

But you can’t stay away. You’re drawn to him, and you tell yourself it’s just the way you’re drawn to any of your fighters who live long enough to bond. 

Anything else is just because you’re human, and he has a lovely voice. 

It’s not like you can’t satisfy your needs. Fucking around with the other servants isn’t exactly encouraged, but it isn’t prohibited either, and there are plenty of stock rooms and nooks and crannies for fumbling fingers and sordid, sloppy relief. 

You’re no stranger to these things, either. There’s an unspoken code that keeps things quick and neat, no attachments or drama. (You and Eli made a spoken pact, though—you’d keep an eye on each other. Make sure no one gets too close or too deep). 

And part of the medical processing upon arrival includes an implant, whether you like it or not. So. 

So you indulge. You find one of your go-to’s, Stellus, a dark-haired man with a nose crunched in far too many cantina brawls to ever sit straight again. He’s serving six years for stealing a ship and another two for evading his warrant. With three left, he’s numb to it all most of the time, but he almost never says no to pussy. 

It’s fine. It's satisfactory. He's a generous partner with nimble fingers and a girthy cock. It does take the edge off. It’s not what you want, but you’re used to that. None of this is what you want, but you take it anyway. 

After he tugs his trousers up and slips away, you lean against the wall of the laundry facility for a moment, catching your breath and leaving a gap between your departures.

And then you go straight to the barracks. In the middle of the day. With no excuse.

The Mandalorian has just gotten back from the arena, and you check in even though you know he has no injuries this time. His status is continually updated on your datapad, after all.

“I’m fine, thank you,” he says, but it comes out on a sigh and gives you pause. 

“Are you sleeping?” you say.

“As much as I can,” he says. 

You lean against his door for a moment, debating if you should leave or not.

“Do you sleep?” he says, catching you off guard. He sounds suspicious.

“As much as I can,” you echo. 

It's silent for a beat, but he can't shake the thought. “How did you know?” he finally asks. It’s been an itch too deep to ignore.

“How did I know what?”

“That he was Mandalorian.”

“Eli told me,” you say as if that’s the only answer you need. 

“It wasn’t advertised,” Mando says cautiously. “They didn’t want anyone to know there might be more survivors.”

You shrug. “Must have been in his file. I knew about you before everyone else, too. Do you—” You hesitate, knowing his answer will be an echo of all the others, “is there anything I can do for you?” 

It’s his turn to hesitate. You don’t usually deviate from the routine. Though, he supposes, this whole visit is off-schedule. 

“Like what?” His answer surprises you both.

“Oh, um.” You’ve immediately forgotten anything you thought he’d need. “Would you like some company?” 

“Only if it’s yours,” he says. 

Your brain feels a little fuzzy from the way his voice has softened, and you can’t quite smother the little pleased smile. You settle on the ground by his door; legs sprawled out under the fan of your skirts. He’s not a big conversationalist, but he asks questions and answers them just fine.

When you tell him a little about home, he feels like he’s finally cracked the mystery. The paintings, the service, the memorials. You don’t talk about it a lot, but it’s enough to fill in the missing piece he couldn’t quite puzzle together.

It’s a sentiment that feels a little too close to home for him, too. 

“How do you do it?” you ask.

“Do what?” 

“How do you keep going? You must be exhausted. I’ve seen other fighters last as long as this, but they were never up there as often as you are.” 

“I have to,” he says as if it’s that simple.

And you suppose maybe it is. 

He waits a moment, though, and then it spills from him like a faulty dam. “I have to try, for my son.”

It’s quiet, so quiet, but you hear it. Your breath trips and falls in a soft exhale of “Oh, Mando.” 

You flounder for something more to say, some way to swallow some of the rotting guilt and horrible, sharp sadness that leak into the silence. But as you open your mouth to speak, the doors nearest his cell slide open.

“What are you doing in here, girl?” the guard snaps. “You can’t be in during transfer.”

“I-I didn’t get a message,” you say to the ground, having leapt to your feet when the panel beeped. “Apologies, sir,” and then you’re gone. 

The ping comes right after breakfast delivery while you’re folding sheets for service rounds. It’s like a static shock, and you nearly drop your armful of stacked bedding.

It never goes off now. It’s too early for anyone to have died. Right? You repeat it under your breath while reaching for the datapad. 

It’s a notification you’ve only had twice before, and your heart swoops to the bottom of your diaphragm. “C-5 Status Update: Reassigned.” 

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*title from "Burn the Witch" by Shawn James

[gungoo4lifer]

｡⁠:ﾟGungoo headcanons ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

• gun's hands are always cold while goo's are always warm, so whenever they hold hands while walking etc, goo always grumbles about his cold hands but still keeps on holding anyway

• goo forces gun to switch from cigarettes to vapes because it definitely smells better than cigarettes, yet gun utterly hates vapes and people who use them because he thinks that it's childish and idiotic

• Goo can't talk properly whenever he just wakes up, and gun always somehow manages to understand the bullshit he's mumbling about

• They gossip. A lot. (It's even canon cuz they gossip about the fighters a lot lmfao)

• They share a wardrobe.. or goo steals gun's clothes very often because "it suits him more"

• Despite being rich as fuck, they live together in an old, not very 'fashion looking' house to not catch in people's eye a lot

• Goo asks gun to speak Japanese sometimes since he loves watching animes and most likely is a weeb, he thinks thats so fucking cool but he's too busy and lazy to learn Japanese plus he begged to Gun numerous times for him to teach him japanese but all he got in reply was a punch on his face.

• Speaking of japanese, sometimes he says "talk dirty to me in japanese." As a joke, and Gun goes along with it and says a few curse words at him and Goo giggles while blushing and Gun just rolls his eyes, knowing that he couldn't understand shit.

• Gun loves getting massages from Goo because it reduces the soreness of his body along with his exhaustion

• Whenever they have nothing to do, Gun talks about his Yakuza past to Goo since he asks about it a lot, also Goo really likes listening to Gun's stories about the scars on his body

• Gun adores Goo's soft hair

• The 30 minutes rule.. do I even have to explain this at this point haha

• Whenever they are traveling around the provinces, (goo referred to gun while saying that he traveled around the provinces with the 'white ghost' in chapter 407 where he played golf with unknown someone so it's half canon) goo talks a lot during the plane ride or more like grumbles a lot about how the ride was all boring

• They have lots of board games in their house (again, this is also half canon because they really fucking have LOTS OF board games for just two people, which was shown in chapter 316 while they were playing cards and betting over the four crew members about who would win in a fight) so in their break times etc they spend their time playing board games with each other and goo somehow always loses for an unknown odd reason.

• Gun loves cuddling with Goo to sleep

• Gun thinks that Goo isn't handsome, but more like pretty. Sure he's a good looking guy, he really is so fucking attractive but in a pretty way, not in a handsome way. For some people it doesn't even matter but for Gun, it does.

• Goo has a whole ass skincare along with a haircare routine so he'd look as perfect as usual, gun doesn't really have a proper routine but sometimes he lets goo take care of his skin etc

• Goo never goes to the hairdresser salon to bleach his hair. Why would he bother exhausting himself with going all the way there when he has gun with him?

• It became a habit for Gun to wrap his arms around Goo's waist from the back and drop his head on his shoulder whenever Goo was cooking food for them with his iconic light pink apron as Gun nibbled on his neck

•Gun can't cook. Not in the slightest. He fucking sucks at it.

• They gossip about the chairman and grumble about how fucking annoying he is

• Goo likes tracing his fingers along gun's scars and ask if they hurt and they never did, not in the slightest. And if it did gun couldn't even feel it anyway.

• Goo likes kissing the scar between Gun's eyes, which he created with his own hands 🫶

• Goo mocks him A LOT about his will to find the great successor which always ended up with utter failure.. *whispers* samuel, eli, olly, johan and jake

• Goo thinks that Gun's hairstyle was ugly as fuck (because it is.) And thinks that he looks a lot better with his hair slightly messy or down but gun doesn't really likes his hair like that, or at least in fights cuz he can't see shit properly like that

• Gun's hands are just a little, slightly bigger and a lot veinier than Goo's hand, on the other hand, Goo's hand is more silky and soft (how the fuck aren't their hands bruised or damaged in the slightest after all that fights and punches bro)

• Gun isn't really great with technology and goo always helps him with it

• Goo sometimes mocks Gun about acting way old for his age, especially with kids. He may not be the best with kids for sure but he is obviously ten times better than Gun, he always laughs his ass off whenever gun refers to kids as "little fella, thing" or it.

• Goo always uses lines from movies (again.. a half canon thing, yes goo refers to movies in the webtoon a lot) as a reference and Gun always gets them because goo forces him to watch kdramas with him o7

• Goo uses kaomojis A LOT, even more while texting with gun and at first gun finds it ridiculously cute and then sometimes, just sometimes he caughts himself using them.

• Goo often cosplays anime, manga, manhwa or webtoon characters and one day he decides to cosplay fucking park jonggun and the look of surprise he witnessed on Gun's face was the funniest shit he ever saw in his life

• They go to DG's concerts sometimes (they end up getting bored of the concert and start making out in a random space)

• Goo has lots of anime merchs from his favorite animes like figures, keychains, phone cases, shirts(gun makes fun of those shirts but goo never wears it anyway, just for the sake of his favorite character because he also agreed on how ugly some of them managed to look) plushies, nendoroids etc AND he also has a huge ass body pillow of gun which makes gun mad because why hug a body pillow when HE is there??

• They have a matching pfp on their icons in every single social media platform

• Oh talking about social media, they don't really use them though because of their job, but goo still uses it without his information for anime stuff etc.

• Goo likes hanging out with yenna and yenna likes uncle goo too but not gun, her little brain remembers how he caused his papa to get angry for some reason that she didn't know but it's alright because her papa said that it was no big deal

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

Here's Day 15 of @whumptober 2024, Mikael counts as a childhood trauma for the Mikaelson.

Taste of sin Part 3 - Kol.

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Kol wasn't going to admit he was worried as Elijah failed to answer his phone again.

Elijah was fine.

Nothing could’ve hurt him, he was probably distracted chatting up the doppelganger after having talked them out of the stupid plan to bring back Silas. It was the whole reason he had reached out to his oldest living brother, but he couldn't explain the growing feelings of unease, so he had decided to go to the Gilbert house. It had been long enough that his appearance wouldn’t undo Elijah’s work and contrary to the belief, Kol could control himself, he just rarely bothered to.

It’s words he catches first as he get closer to the Gibert house.

“Fine. You can gloat and multitask. This place is a disaster. Starting with a horrific burnt corpse.“

He pauses for a moment because what could have pushed his ‘soft for dopplegangers’ brother to kill the latest before his mind forces him to think.

Elijah wouldn’t had set either of them on fire, sure he had used fire before, removing his ring to set the fire himself but he wouldn’t have used that for a pair of teenagers.

Finn had burnt, he had been told, when they staked him.

No.

He wouldn’t accept even the idea of that as his heart started to beat heard and he forced himself to move.

Nik’s voice as a comfort until the words hit him

“Tyler's mother is dead. So is my brother.-“ 

The rest of the words were lost as a rushing filled his air, he finished the journey to the open door of the Gibert house

Nic stood facing the girl as the first or was it last of Klaus’ hybrids stood further back, a sheet laid over a body on the floor, he didn’t cover everything.

One of Elijah’s cufflinks sat on the burnt suit cuff.

“How delusional are you?” the blonde- Caroline was speaking, she had been the one to cover his brother with the sheet. He thought about sparing her for giving his brother the respect but the brief idea flew away.

Elijah was dead, he wanted to paint the town red.

Maybe if he killed enough, made enough of a mess Elijah would beat death itself to return to yell at him.

“You killed his mother.” The girl kept talking unaware she was wasting her last words. “And let's not forget that we're standing in a house where Elena's aunt Jenna used to live. Or did you think that your charm-”

“What’s this then?” he asked, forcing a carefree smile onto his face 

“Kol!” Nik called, sounding oddly concerned.

“You're labelling my brother’s crime and he has done many, but who's body is under the sheet?” he ignored his brother to look at the two teenagers.

Nik’s first hybrid lunged for him whether to fight or flee, Kol didn’t care as he threw him back.

“Come now.” he called grinning, before it failed and rage replaced his false mirth “ I asked a question, maybe I should try another, who killed Elijah?”

The girl threw herself forward, red eyes and fangs on show,Nik had described her as a natural vampire. Maybe in a few centuries she could have been in an entertaining fight, a possible challenge. Kol caught her with a hand around her heart and tore it out, stepping over her body as the hybrid screamed.

He wasn’t in the mood to play.

Tyler's mother is dead. So is my brother, So is my brother, So is my brother it was echoing in his head. 

There was only one other brother left by now.

He called Elijah to help, he was the reason Elijah came back- he- Kol got his brother killed again.

Only this time it was permanent.

The hybrid screamed, throwing himself at Kol, all rage and grief, Kol’s heart reflected those feelings but his face betrayed nothing as he looked up at him.

Elijah had always warned him about showing too much, would he be proud to see him now?

Kol decided to end the fight quickly after the hybrid avoided his hand by throwing himself backwards and stepped on the edge of the sheet covering Elijah’s body.

Elijah deserved better.

He lets the hybrid get past his guard, allows him to bite, letting out a scream of pain even as he reaches out and grabs the hybrid’s head. He tore it from his shoulder and let it fall with the body.

The house was silent following the thump.

The bite burns and throbs but he ignores it.

Kol found he didn’t like the silence as it left him alone with his thoughts staring at the white sheet.

That couldn't be Elijah but it was.

Horrific burnt corpse, Elijah shouldn’t -couldn’t -

“How?” The word leaves his mouth without any plan, he ignores the burning feeling from the bite, he had dealt with werewolf venom before.

It was nothing compared to the wrongness of the burnt body on the floor.

“What happened?” Klaus demanded in return. “Why was Elijah here?” 

Kol almost laughed, Klaus must have come here to stop Kol, had he been disappointed when Kol wasn't the one dead.

Elijah was dead.

“I asked him for help, to speak to them and make them understand why Silas can’t be-” he cut off his explanation to snap back “How is he dead?”

“They were prepared for you, wanted the death of your sireline to complete the tattoo.” Klaus told him and he felt the ground slip out from under him.

Kol should be concerned about the finished map about Silas but he couldn’t.

He was human again, terrified and confused as Finn lay dead on the floor and father turned towards them with the bloodied sword. Elijah moved between them, telling Kol to run but he had frozen until he watched Father's sword stabbed through Elijah's back.

Blood dripping from the blade he had watch father sharpen days before had haunted his dreams, now was it going to be Elijah’s burnt body or the short last phone call that would do the same now.

“He died for me again.” The words threaten to choke him coming up.

“Again?“

“The night we were turned, we saw father kill Finn and instead of running Elijah put himself between father and I. I watched his sword come out Elijah’s back.’ he recited, eyes stuck on the body hoping Elijah would just get up, sighing in disappointment at the state of his suit.

The body remains still.

He's not sure if the shiver that racks him is from the memory of that night, Elijah body falling or the Venom, it seemed a hybrid venom was worse than normal wolves.

“Kol, come here you need my blood.” Klaus' voice is oddly soft as he calls, wrong Klaus doesn't talk to him like that, the last time was after Henrik.

“‘Lijah.” He can't help the name escaping him, sounding like a child even as his body moved on autopilot towards his older brother.

His last brother.

He was the last left, the last of Mikael's blood sons, the one who took after him the least.

Three left of seven, he had wanted to be part of their ‘always and forever’ but not like this.

If he wasn't in shock, if he could tear his eyes from the burnt husk of the person he took his first steps for as he stumbled away, he would have noticed the dagger dipped in white Oak ash.

Kol should have questioned it more when Klaus cut his neck, when a wrist would have worked but he was stuck on the realisation as he leaned in to bite. 

Klaus was his only older brother left, his only brother, out of four.

He can almost feel Nik’s blood chase away the venom but as he goes to pull away Klaus' hand moves to cupped the back of his head and he isn't that surprised when a sharp pain erupts in his heart. 

The dagger is only a fraction compared to aching grief.

Klaus is gentle when he daggers him yet Kol can’t think of anything but the idea of how wrong it is to have Klaus hand on the back of his head not Elijah’s.

It's a moment of clarity.

It's never going to be Elijah’s again. 

The dark nothing is a blessing over the yawning ache in his chest.

[anyalovesu]

tolerate it.

xi. drawing hearts in the byline.

—“i had to watch him sleep. i was afraid if i woke up i would have to endure the life long pain of losing the person i loved the most just days before i learned how to accept it. i couldn’t do it. i was so mad at him for letting himself be in that kind of situation.”

Two days passed by slowly and painfully. Though her brother and Leon called regularly, it did not come close to suffice the emptiness that she felt. It did not even come remotely close to the feeling of just having them around.

The office was unusually quiet without Santi and Yves arguing about something, so the past two days just felt odd. There was a pit in her stomach and a chilling feeling that was bothering her. Eli was half sure Ynes could feel it too by the way they kept on glancing at each other. The both of them were anticipating something to go awry but could not pinpoint exactly what it was.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Eli and Ynes rushed to pick up the telephone by their office door, but Eli manages to beat her to it, receiving the call herself.

Ynes witnessed how her bestfriend’s face fell, the more the story progressed. Judging by the way she just started sobbing quietly was enough for her  to confirm that something DID go awry, and it’s not good.

“Babes, anong nangyari?” Ynes was beginning to panic as well when Eli fell to her knees as soon as she drops the call. “Elijah Yang, magsalita ka naman! Sino ang tumawag? Bakit ka umiiyak?”

“It’s Kuya Yves,” Ynes could feel her heart drop to her stomach at the sound of her brother’s name falling out of her best friend’s lips. “Nasaksak raw si Kuya Santi at Leon,” she choked out, voice shaky as Ynes held her tight.

Elijah’s head was once again malfunctioning, unable to form any coherent thoughts as soon as she was contacted by Soren Yang that their flight is already fixed and they’re headed to Cebu in 3 hours. But 3 hours is still too long. The thought that the lives of the two of her most prized people are at stake and she is 500 miles away from them made her mind go haywire. 

What if Yves Hwang lied and none of them are actually okay? What if Kuya Santi is fighting for his life right now and Leon is in critical condition?

Eli’s foot tapped on the van’s floor as they were on their way to the airport. This time, not even Ynes or Cielo could manage to calm her down. 

It was all just so unfair. Just when she thought she was slowly adjusting and becoming alright, life will find a way to scare her out of it. It would be so much easier to just watch Leon walk away again, but his life being at risk this time—him being at a real risk that she will never get to see her again terrifies the living shit out of her. And the mere fact that her brother, her first and number 1 source of support, is also in the same situation makes things even worse.

“I swear to God, if something bad happens to Santiago, I will break Alejandro Sim’s neck in two,” Soren Yang was fuming in anger, his protective side jumping out as soon as Yves Hwang confirms to them that the culprits have admitted that they were working for Alejandro Sim, the patriarch of the Sim Clan.

The same family that had accepted her for the past years… has done this to her brother and Leon?

“How the hell is Alejandro Sim involved in this?” Elijah spats, feeling the same anger rushing through her father run through her as well. “Dad? Pa? Anong hindi n’yo pa sinasabi sa akin?”

“Not now, Eli, andito si Cielo–”

“For fuck’s sake Dad! Hindi lang naman si Cielo at si Kuya ang anak n’yo! Anak n’yo rin ako!”

“You want to know what happened, ha? Ruby Elijah?” Soren’s voice filled the van that even Genevieve Hwang was rendered unable to speak. But Eli, being the clone of Soren Yang in almost every aspect they could think of, did not back down. If it’s going to hurt her to know the truth, then be it.

“Tell me,” she bravely replies, standing her ground, tired of the bullshit she has been putting up since the entire engagement was announced. She didn’t understand why so much was being kept away from things that she should know. And so this might be the only chance she’ll get to hear the truth, unfiltered from her own parents.

“Alejandro Sim has been playing puppets with you since Leon made his mistake four years ago. Noong nalaman n’ya na nagkakamabutihan na kayo ng apo n’ya ay nagsimula na s’yang mag obsess over the fact that they could be the ones merging with our family instead of the Parks. He’s been forcing Isaac to stay with you for the money. We figured you would know what to do when you find out on your own, pero parang wala kang plano na malaman kung ano ba talaga ang pakay ng pamilya ni Sim sa’yo.” Soren Yang did not hold back, though he refused to look at Elijah out of fear that his heart would break at the face of Eli finding out the whole truth. He hasn’t been the best father to her, he was well aware of that, but the sight of his only daughter’s heart breaking would’ve been too much. He had a son whose life is at stake right now, it wasn’t the right time for him to falter. 

“Yes, we caused the drift sa mga relasyon n’yo ni Leon before the engagement, but just so you know, it did not take a lot for your boyfriend to crack under pressure. As soon as he heard na alam namin na he has been sleeping with his co-intern sa hospital ay bumigay at pumayag na s’ya. He knows we could ruin his medical career kapag nalaman mo na niloloko ka na n’ya, which he has been for so long mula pa noong naging sunod-sunuran s’ya sa lolo n’ya. We could take him off the program and blacklist him practically everywhere even outside the country and his family could do nothing about it dahil pagmamay-ari ng mga Yoon ang hospital at ang medical school na pinasukan n’ya. That kid has no shame really. He had the nerve to cheat on my daughter inside the same institution that my grandparents built. I can ruin his life if I wanted to, Elijah. But I did not want to break your heart even more than I already did dahil alam ko kung gaano mo kamahal ang tarantado na ‘yon.”

Soren Yang has always been calculated. His every move, every word was always planned and he knows how it is going to affect other people. He knew he did what he did to minimize his daughters pain and he will never be regretful of that.

Elijah could only sit there in silence. Isaac. What she thought was her saving grace was toying her all along.

Isaac.

Her Isa.

“Now that you already know what really is happening, I’m leaving the last word to you, Ruby. Sabihin mo lang and I will do whatever your heart pleases.”

Elijah should know better than to make decisions when she’s at the height of her emotions but feeling that much anger and resentment towards a person was all to foreign to her. She had given all her heart and soul to Isaac for the past four years and that’s how it has been? Even going as far as cheating on her and making up things about how he had to let her go?

Elijah wanted nothing more than to make him suffer for the rest of his life, show him just how much he’s fucked up. He’s damn lucky there’s better things for Eli to worry about.

“Making Alejandro Sim go to hell is something I never wanted to do until now,” Eli replied to Soren, surprisingly in a calm manner. But the cold calm sound of her voice was enough to send chills to both of her parents’ spine. 

Eli has always been the soft Yang, as most would tell. Ang Yang na hindi marunong lumaban. Even Ynes can testify to that. More than many times, Elijah allowed people to push her over. She came from a long line of businessmen and people in the construction industry, who grew to be cunning and sharp—many believed Elijah was not like that. Admittedly Soren Yang thought so too, after he watched her daughter let her get played by the Sims.

Not until now.

No one is completely certain how far Elijah will take this, not even her own parents. Getting cheated on, getting played, now with Leon and Santi getting stabbed under their word? The woman could only take so much. 

—

“Bobo ka talaga, Kuya!” That was the first thing that came out of Ynes’ mouth as soon as they reached the hospital before reaching for Yves’ hand, examining how bad his injuries were. “Tanga tanga! Nasan sila Kuya Santi?”

“Nagpapahinga. Natutulog yata sila ngayon, sinasalinan ng dugo si Leon,” He explained. “Nakapagdonate naman agad si Tobi, so okay na. Nagpapahinga nalang.”

It was as if Elijah felt her blood drained out of her at that very moment that she heard what Yves had said. The way Bianca reacted wasn’t any different, clinging to Elijah’s arm while Cielo clung on the other. 

“Sabi ko kasi magingat kayo!” Elijah snaps at them as soon as they find them awake, even finding the nerve to laugh at something when she enters the room. “Ano? Sabi ko mag-ingat tapos magpapasaksak kayong dalawa? Ikaw mambubugbog pa?”

It was a surprise that Tobias wasn’t harmed as much as the other three considering his own history of basag ulo during their highschool days. But he then explained that unlike Yves and her own brother, his first instinct was to rush to aid his injured brothers, which honestly would’ve been the safer option unlike how her brother handled it.

“Galit na galit, oo,” Santi shrugged, carefully opening his arms to reach for his little sister. “Malayo naman sa bituka.”

“Sa may atay ka ngang nasaksak na tanga ka, ha!” she retorts at him, playfully hitting the top of his head just for the sake of telling him how upset she was because of his impulsive decision.

“That’s your best friend they messed with, Ellie,” he sighed, shaking his head as he glanced towards Leon’s figure on the next bed, talking to his little sister and Cielo. “Hindi naman ako papayag na ganoon na lang ‘yon.”

“Oh tapos nasaksak ka rin,” Elijah rolled his eyes at him, knowing too well that he meant well. The Yangs really did have a knack for acting on impulse, the two of them were living proof of that.

“What is going to happen with Isaac now?” he asked, the question seemed to gain everyone’s attention. He sighed, looking ever so guilty for bringing it up.

“He would be a fool to think he’ll get away with cheating on a Yang, kuya,” Eli hummed at her older brother. “Messing with two Yangs is a bold move. Him and his grandfather will get the message, Papa and I will make sure of that. Alright? Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re not going to go crazy again—”

“You went after an armed man, kuya. You’re not in a good position to tell me not to do stupid shit. And it’s not stupid if it means na malalaman nila kung sino ang akala nilang binibilog nila.”

“Ellie.”

“Papa has my back, kuya,” she smiled at him, squeezing his hand to assure her older brother that everything will be alright before she moved to the other bed where Leon was.

“Hi stupid,” Elijah sighed at him, trying to make the situation lighter than it really was. Leon looked tired as his eyes trailed on the tear stains on Elijah’s puffy face from all the crying she’s done the entire trip to Cebu out of anxiety on how they were doing.

Leon’s hand carefully reaches up to her face and wipes the remaining tears that were there. “Hi baby,” he chuckled. “Kiss?”

Elijah could not help but flick his forehead at his response. “Talaga ba? May tahi ka na nga sa tagiliran, kiss pa rin ang gusto mo ha? Nakakagalit ka Leon Abel ha!”

“You have no idea half the shit I went through thinking kung buhay ka pa ba tapos that’s all? Kiss lang, Leon? Gusto mo bang dagdagan ko ang saksak mo sa tagiliran ha?”

“Kiss lang eh,” he pouted. “Nasaksak na nga wala pang kiss!”

It baffled Elijah that after all that, he’s just asking for a kiss like it would fix everything—like it was going to make her back out from sending Sim Inc. into bankruptcy and exposing Isaac for his infidelity. Before Elijah knew it, tears were already falling down her face again before she leans down and kisses his forehead before pressing another one on his lips. 

“Tangina mo, akala ko mamamatay ka na!” She cried, leaning against his shoulder as soon as she pulled away. “Tangina mo talaga. I thought I was going to lose you again, Leon. Akala ko mawawala na kayo ni Kuya sa akin. I swear to God.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he sighed heavily, placing a light hand on the top of her head, carefully running his fingers through her hair. “Dapat nag-ingat kami ni Kuya Santi.”

“Paano kung wala si Kuya Tobi ha? Paano kung walang magdo-donate sa’yo ng dugo agad?” She kept on babbling worst case scenarios, which broke his heart to hear. 

It was that bad for her to think of. Leon thought to himself. 

“We’re okay, baby,” he mumbled against her hair, kissing the side of her head repeatedly. “Tahan na po. I’m sorry hindi kami nagingat ni kuya.”

“Don’t leave me again, Leon,” Eli sobbed on his shoulder like a child, recalling how she heard the news from Yves earlier that day and how she’s here now, assured that she’s not losing anyone.

“They’re gonna have to do better than that to kill me, Ellie,” he joked. “Which we’re not going to allow to happen again, right? Tahan ka na. Okay na kami ni Kuya. Okay na.”

Eli did not sleep that night. She managed to watch Leon sleep all night, making sure that he was breathing, afraid that he would stop if she slept even for a minute. Her heart raced at the thought of losing him, so as much as she wanted to rest, her brain would not let her, pestering her with thoughts that Leon would not wake up if she slept. So she kept both eyes open all night.

All that concerned Leon. Her medication normally made her sleepy, knowing that she was able to fight off the drowsiness means that something big really was bothering her and not to sound cocky but he knew he was the one she was thinking about. It made him guilty actually that Eli was losing sleep because of him.

“Hey, it’s okay, baby, you can sleep,” Leon cooed as he pulled her head closer to his shoulder. “It’s alright. Gigisingin kita kapag malapit na tayo, okay?”

Eli looked at him, still refusing to give in to his false belief but Leon was persistent, “sige na, wag ka na munang matigas ang ulo, Eli.”

“Later na,” she mumbled, but still moved to rest her head on his shoulder, careful not to make him move him too much. “Pag nasa hotel na ako tutulog. Malapit na rin naman.”

Aside from the fact that Soren Yang came from the founders of one of the most successful and world renowned medical institutions, he also came from a long line of successful hoteliers in the world and is now sitting in position as the CEO of Yoon Hotels Corp. So it didn’t take a lot of negotiation for them to find a hotel that will safeguard their family for the time being that the three are at risk for flying back to Manila.

Realizing that made Leon sit there in awe at really how much pressure Eli has been carrying from the moment she was born after seeing how successful all her family members have been. It’s a blur at how much their families wanted to make sure they married before the construction of that damn hotel was started, when they all know that the Yoons’ and the Yangs’ money could damn well build that hotel from the ground up without so much as help from the Parks. Both of the Yoon siblings are either waiting on the retirement of their parents or are now in position as the rightful owners, with Soren Yang, the oldest, being the CEO of Yoon Hotels Corp and Philomena Yoon waiting on the retirement of her mother before she steps into place for Valiente Medical. Elizalde Yang, on the other hand, is just waiting for his father to retire and he will be stepping into position as the Yang Group Co.’s CEO and well, Santiago Yang will be stepping in for the position that he will be leaving. 

Unlike him, his grandparents have built their company from scratch and are fairly new if compared to the legacy that both sides of Elijah’s family have left. Eli has always been required to be great. Always has to be good and present herself as someone fully capable of rising to her family’s greatness. Half of his struggles of being trained to step in for his father was probably not even half of the shit that Eli has to go through, and all that without that assurance that she will even inherit any of the companies that her parents are running. It really must’ve been cruel to wonder what she had done wrong to always be replaced after all the hard work she has done to present herself so perfectly all the time.

Leon managed to get Eli to sleep once they got to the hotel after making a promise that he wouldn’t die while she was asleep.

It was as peaceful as Leon remembers, Eli sleeping while he held her. The past three nights were as miserable as he remembers, he couldn’t even find himself in a comfortable position even if he tried. This was the first time his chest felt at ease as he listened to her soft breathing while she snuggled closer to him.

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“Are you okay baby?” Leon asked as they sat on the dining table in the hotel room, noticing the gloom in Eli’s face as she set her phone down. Her eyes were glossed over as she looks up at him which make his chest tighten at the sight. “Bakit umiiyak?”

Eli knows she should probably tell him. Everything—that is. He deserves to know just how much love she has for him and how all of a sudden he was all that mattered to her. 

Silence was overrated after all, but silence with Leon was beyond priceless. It was calm and comforting—assuring even without so many words just his presence alone. And somehow, somewhere deep inside her, it makes her think that it has always been this way with Leon. Maybe it’s because Leon’s the only friend that she’s known for that long or the fact that it felt like Leon loved her just as much—but the silence— the one that she hated so much yesterday and all the other days without Leon, didn’t feel that way anymore now that he is here.

And he should know that right?

Eli didn’t know what to say, just shrugged and kept eating. She has never been more sure than before if she loved Leon. All of a sudden, now that he’s back, she never wants to go back to the time where there wasn’t a Leon in her life. 

Because no one in this world can love Ruby Elijah Yang the same way Leon Abel Park will.

Nothing in this world will feel just quite like Leon Abel and that’s scary because she can’t explain why and she is afraid of losing it again.

“Ellie?” Leon calls again, breaking her out of her trance. He had his arm stretched out in front of her, bringing the tissue close to her face to wipe her tears away.  “Aalat na yang pagkain mo, iniyakan mo na ng iniyakan.”

“Tarantado,” she curses before taking the tissue from his hand and slapping it away.

“Uninom ka ba ng gamot kagabi?” He asked, seeing how somber her facial expressions were since he first saw her again.

Eli shook her head no. “I forgot.”

“Bakit hindi? Gising ka pa naman ng 8PM kagabi ah?”

“Bakit alam mo ang schedule ng gamot ko?”

“What kind of fiance am I if I didn't know?” he looked at her feigning offense before laughing and admitting, “I asked Kuya Santi for your schedule. Noong isang buwan pa, para alam ko kung hindi ka umiinom ng gamot. Pero nakela Ynes ka naman every dinner so I assume you have them para ipaalala na uminom ka ng gamot.”

“You were shivering in your sleep noong umidlip kagabi. Nakalimutan ko nang uminom.”

“Nilamig lang ako!” he chuckled, munching on the chicken on his plate. “Ito naman.”

Eli did not reply, just shrugging off his joke. But in reality, it almost gave her a heart attack when he began shivering in his sleep, clutching her hand and tugging on the blanket he was given.

“I love you too much to leave you like that.”

Eli’s head snaps up to look at him, shocked at what had just slipped out of his mouth. “Ha?”

“Halaman.”

“Fuck you, Leon.”

“Please?”

“Oh my god! Seryoso kasi!”

“You want me to say it again?”

There was a fat pause after that as if she was contemplating on what her answer would be even if it was loud and clear of what it is,

Of course. I want to hear you say it again. Eli thought to herself.

“I love you, Ellie,” he repeats to her, unprovoked, smiling like the happiest little puppy that the world has ever seen. The complacent look on his face really just adds up to it, like he was smug and most definitely proud that he did not have any trouble admitting that.

After all, what is there to be afraid of?

Eli was and always will be his favorite song. Maybe that was why it didn’t take a lot for him to love her over again, because it’s not hard to sing the words to your old favorite song that you know by heart. 

Also because everyone else was right, he did have so much love for her, he was just terrified of admitting it—because for once in his life, the stakes are higher if he loses her. And he doesn’t want to lose Eli in a more painful way that there will be—so he blew the fire out when it started to get so big that someone noticed it.

But it’s different now. He knows better now. 

And better was being wherever Elijah Yang was. 

Better was being close to Elijah Yang.

Better was finally following where the magnetic force pulled him, and all the charges lead him back to Elijah Yang.

Accepting that he was in fact, in love with Elijah Yang, was something he didn’t think would take a stab wound on his side and seeing her crying in fear that she was going to lose him for him to realize. 

But he knows better now.

Leon loves Elijah Yang. 

And soon, she’ll be taking his last name with hers.

extras: (philomena yoon and elijah yang's conversation)

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[neurodivergent-fox-demon]

Day 2 - Ghost hunting

Eli chanted as he waved the incense around the room. “Praecipio omnem negativitatem, quamlibet energiam vibrationalem humilem, ac non benevolum intra hoc spatium excedere et ad lucem ire. Non hic es gratissimus. Praecipio tibi ut per fenestram apertam (seu ianuam) exeas et redeas unde ad industriam lucis transfiguratus es.” He turned toward the door as he heard someone cough behind him. “Oh, papa.”

“You never could get those shark Ks quite right.” Stiles chuckled as he stepped into the room, smelling the overly floral scent. “God, are you using lavender for cleansing? I’ve told you a hundred times to use dragon’s blood.” He smiled at his son.

Eli shrugged, putting the lavender back into the bowl. “I ran out of dragon’s blood and I really did not feel like going out for more.” He looked into Stiles’s eyes and sighed. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be halfway to DC by now. You left the party pretty early last night.”

“I’d never leave without telling you goodbye, Eli.” He shrugged, running his fingers through his unruly locks. “It was just…”

“Save it, papa.” Eli huffed. “You couldn’t even be bothered to stick it out for one night. Why do you even bother coming back?”

Stiles groaned, wiping at his face. “Eli, what you have to understand…”

Eli shook his head. “I’m not some stupid kid anymore, Stiles. You did not just leave dad behind. You left me too, and you keep leaving me behind every time you run away.”

“Eli, I begged your father to leave this fucking town but he wanted to stay. Then he almost got you killed.” He pulled at his hair and let out a long breath. “And he went and died on us, leaving you with Scott. This town does nothing but destroy everything.”

“Then why did you leave me here?!” Eli screamed. “You were so concerned about me being with Scott but as soon as you got me back you took off. Why?”

“Because your father refused to come with me!” Stiles screamed back. “And the bureau is no place for a kid. You needed some sort of stability and I could not give that to you without Derek. And as much as it hurt, I knew you were better in Derek’s care.”

Eli shook his head. “You didn’t even try to fight for us, papa.”

“Because I refuse to stay in this town. Leaving you here was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” Stiles sighed, hanging his head. “And I hope you’ll forgive me one day.”

Eli sighed. “I hope so too, papa, but chasing you would be as useful as catching a ghost.”

Stiles chuckled, wiping at his eyes. “When I was 16, I went searching for a dead body on the preserve. Did your dad ever tell you this story?”

“Yeah… it was aunt Laura. And while you were out there uncle Peter bit Scott. What is your point?” Eli sat on his, bed kicking a chair out for Stiles. It seemed that they were done arguing for the moment.

Stiles sat in front of his son, taking his hand. “I’ve never been good at making the best decisions, Eli. I’ve made one truly great decision in 30 years, and that was adopting you.” He gulped, shaking his head. “I know I’ve screwed up too much, but I’ll always come back for you.”

Eli shook his head. “I don’t want you to come back for me. I want you to stay.” He got up and stormed out of his room.

Stiles got up to follow him and ran into Derek. “Um, hi.” He tried looking anywhere but in his eyes. “I’ll just be going then.”

“No, I think we need to talk.” Derek sighed, gesturing toward the den. “It’s long overdue Stiles.”

Stiles cursed and nodded; knowing that Derek was correct. He stomped toward the den, trying to ignore all the pictures of him, Derek, and Eli throughout the happier years. “Talk, Derek.”

“Three years ago…I did something monumentally stupid.” Derek groaned, grabbing a soda.

“Yes, I know. I’m still trying to understand your thinking. How could you sacrifice yourself to the nogitsune?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I should never have let you leave.” Derek sighed, drinking down the coke. “I went to the Hoover FBI offices, about a week after you left.” He laughed bitterly. “I snuck in and made my way all the way to your floor. I watched you in your office, laughing with some intern.”

Stiles stared at him, unsure of what to say. “Why?”

“Because I love you. Because I wanted you to come home.” He tossed his soda in the trash. “But you were so happy.”

“I was dying Derek!” Stiles yelled. “Every moment I’ve been away from you and Eli I died a little more.” He shook his head pacing up and down the bar. “You took him away from me.” He walked over and poured himself a glass of scotch. “No one even saw fit to tell me you had died! Scott just took Eli to LA, and you know who finally called me? Peter! Peter fucking called me to tell me my husband was dead and my son was taken 60 miles away from his family.”

Derek nodded. “What can I say? I’m an emotional dumb ass. I made a split moment decision to make Scott his alpha. I did not know he would take him away from the area.”

Stiles scoffed. “Scott never thinks with his brain, Derek. He makes all of his decisions based on his emotions.” He downed the liquor, wincing a bit. “God, that's vile. Peter’s?” He nodded when Derek shrugged. “I’m lucky that Lydia was around to help me break the illusion because my dumbass best friend did not stop to think about how a trickster demon could have created one.”

Derek watched him pace. “You’re right.”

Stiles chuckled. “What is there to do at this point?”

“Please, come home.”

Tears filled his eyes as he shook his head. “Do you think I sat around waiting for you for three years, Derek?”

Derek chuckled. “No, I know you and Isaac have been sleeping with each other, on and off.” He shrugged. “He told me and I don’t care. I just want you to come home.”

Stiles looked into his empty scotch glass for a moment. He could feel the anger boiling up in him again. “This is not my home anymore, Derek.” He growled, throwing the glass across the den. It made a satisfying sound as it shattered against the wall. “We went through all of this three years ago.”

“Yeah, you want me to move to Washington D.C.” Derek sighed. He ignored the broken glass for the moment. “Away from my family’s land.”

“Away from the blood and horror soaked into the land.” Stiles shook his head. “Aren’t you tired of fighting witches, vampires, werewolves, and anything else that might come along?”

“As posed to the ghosts you are fighting in D.C.?” Derek raised a brow at him. “There are nemeton and monsters everywhere.” He stood, placing his hands on Stiles’s shoulders. “Stop hunting ghosts and come home.”

Stiles shook his head as he turned and ran out of the house he had once shared with Derek and Eli.

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Chris sat beside Stiles, looking over the quiet pond. “18 years, Stiles.”

Stiles turned to him, raising a brow. “What?”

“I’ve known you for 18 years, just shy of two decades.” Chris smiled at him. “Almost twenty years ago I met this obnoxious kid who wasn’t afraid of anything and would run head first into any situation to save his family. What happened that that kid?”

Stiles chuckled, shaking his head. “He got tired of fighting.”

“Bullshit.” Chis sighed, handing him a cigarette. “All of us are tired of fighting, but we keep doing what we need to do. You abandoned the fight, Stiles.”

“I would not say it like that. I mean you ran all the way to Paris.” Stiles frowned, lighting his cigarette.

“Temporarily.” Chris shrugged. “I came back a few months later. You’ve been gone 3 years. And if I had not taken these out of your car you’d be gone already.” Chris smirked, placing the spark plugs between them on the bench.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Of course you did. You and Peter are a couple of old biddies who can’t stay out of other people’s business.”

“My husband and I mean well.” He leaned back against the seat, letting out a sigh. “After fighting Monroe for 5 years…”

“I don’t want to talk about that!” Stiles growled.

Chris nodded as he continued his train of thought. “We lost a lot of great people, and I came to realize what was important in life. As you know, Peter and I had been denying how we felt since high school. We wasted over 20 years. I know I got Allison out of it, but don’t make my mistakes, Stiles. Don’t wait 20 years to tell Derek you love him again.”

Stiles groaned letting his head fall back. “You and Peter are still weird.”

“Yeah… yeah. He tapped his hand and got up to leave. “You should really have your spark plugs looked out. A car cannot run without them. Luckily I know a great auto shop. They unfortunately are all closed up for the holidays. They should open tomorrow.”

Stiles raised a brow , picking up one of the spark plugs. They had been mangled beyond repair. “Damn werewolves.” He rolled his eyes and began walking towards his father’s house. He most likely still at the dead of day mass but at least Stiles knew where he kept the spare key.

🐺

Eli leaned against the side of the house, smoking a cigarette. Malia stood next to him and stole the cigarette, taking a drag. “Why aren’t you in school?”

“Mental health day. I went long enough for them to take attendance and then came home.” Eli sighed, taking his cigarette back. “What do you want, cousin?”

She shrugged. “Just checking in on my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Eli chuckled. “I mean until aunt Cora decides to have a kid of her own.” He stomped out his cigarette. “So why are you really here?”

“Stiles is still in town. Chris advised me to close the auto shop down. So I’m just hiding out. Don’t really want to see the ex.” Malia grinned at him. “Since we’re both playing hooky, let’s do something fun or we can talk about why you’re taking a mental health day.”

“I almost forgot you dated my dad. God is there a Hale he hasn’t fucked, besides me?” Eli growled.

Malia laughed. “I don’t think he’s been with Cora.” She squeezed his hand. “Tell me what’s really wrong.”

Eli gaped at her. “Are you saying that Stiles had sex with uncle Peter?” his eyes glowed gold as he started to partially shift. “I was joking.”

Malia shrugged. “Calm down pup. It was once and they were both really pissed at the time. Angry people, having hate sex, you know. I don’t like thinking about it. Tell me about why you’re really upset.”

Eli let out a breath, trying to get his claws to retract. “They were fighting. I just want Stiles and my dad to work this out. Hell, I’d be willing to move to D.C., if I could just get them to…why did he have to go?”

“You’re papa has been fighting a war since he was 16 years old, Eli. You’ve heard all the stories.” She pushed his hair out of his eyes. “He thought he was finally able to relax when he found out about you. But then he almost lost you, and your father. It broke him.”

Eli shook his head, trying not to cry. “So he, what? Took himself out of the equation?” He wiped at his eyes, smudging his eyeliner. “I don’t understand how he could leave so easily.”

“Oh, it was not easy, Eli.” Malia sighed. “He’s still fighting himself over it.” She cupped his cheek. “We will get him back. He’s just… a ghost of himself.”

Eli chuckled. “I told him that this morning.”

“Yeah, Derek told me.” She laughed.

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The sheriff walked into the house and stared at his son, watching television. “You know breaking an entry is illegal.”

Stiles glared over at his father. “A hunter and a werewolf sabotaged my vehicle. Can I press charges?”

Noah laughed as he put his coat away. “Do you really want to? I could call Jordan, but I am retired. Remember?” He kicked Stiles' feet off the coffee table. “What’s going on?”

Stiles groaned. “Everyone is trying to talk me into staying in this god forsaken town. Derek, Peter, Chris, and of course Eli all tried to ask me to stay this morning. Eli is the only one I really care about. He is so hurt, and I did that.”

His father nodded, letting out a long breath. “You won’t get any sympathy from there, Bud.” He chuckled, shrugging. “What is so wrong with coming home? We have an FBI office just an hour from here.”

“Do you realize how many times this town has tried to kill us in the last 18 years? So many of us have lost their lives; Corey, Gwen, Theo, Derek! The list goes on and on. Nolan and Brett! I offered to take Eli and Derek with me, and Derek refused.”

“You ran away from your problems, Stiles. Death is what happens in a war and you know that.” Noah sighed.

“The war was supposed to be over!” Stiles cried. “The war was supposed to be over and he still died. I could not protect him and my son had to watch his father die, all because of a monster I could not kill the first time.”

Noah pulled his sobbing son into a hug. “You have got to stop blaming yourself, Stiles.” He ran his hand through his hair and kissed the top of his head. “No one can protect everyone. You were on assignment and we made the decision not to call you.”

Stiles nodded as he pulled back and wiped his eyes. “It’s been three years. What if I can’t fix this?”

“You’ll figure it out.” Noah laughed softly. “I would suggest putting in a request to be transferred back to the LA FBI office.”

Stiles nodded, biting his lip. “I hate it here, but I love Derek and my son.”

Noah shrugged. “We make sacrifices for the ones we love.”

Stiles sighed. “Can I stay here tonight? I’ll have to call the D.C office and let them know what’s going on, and I’ll have to talk to Derek and Eli again tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Of course, but your room is full of boxes. Your step mom and I are redecorating.” Noah shrugged.

“You and Natalie are using my room for storage?!”

The sheriff shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting my adult son to stop by.” He smirked. “The couch pulls out.”

Stiles groaned and rolled his eyes. “Fine. I can use the sleeper sofa. Worst day of the dead ever. Did you light a candle for mom?”

Noah smiled sadly. “Don’t I always?”

[nescaveckwriter]

Moonflowers & Werewolves 🌝🐺 - Chapter Two

Teen wolf

Derek Hale x reader

A/N: Uhmmm hold on bugsies, this is a 'claw-biter' 🤣... Hope y'all enjoy 🐞🩷

Side Note: Starting to think of doing a rewatch maybe 😅🐞🤣🥹... Also thanks for the love and support 🐞🐞🐞❤️❤️

Warnings: Swearing light. Anger. Violence. Use of weapons, anything else let me know🐺🐞😍

Stops inches away from her, glancing at her and then at the moon, the wolf starts howling at the moon, as she stood there, to afraid to even move, she catches a glimpse of the wolf's eyes, it's sort of friendly looking, there's a sense of gentleness and familiarity about the blue orbs, but that's just plain crazy, she's never seen a wolf up close.

The wolf starts walking away, he suddenly stops, staring at her, not to growl, he just simply let's out a little whine, then he starts running deeper into the woods.

Barely breathing she stood there, unsure of what to do, unable to comprehend of what just happened, why the animal didn't attack her.

....

Panting now, as he stood there on the hill, looking out over the forest, cursing himself internally "what the hell was that?, how is it that still after all this time the full moon still has such an affect on him?"

"Her heart were beating rapidly" somehow he just couldn't stop himself from getting closer, hearing her cry, just drew him in closer, somehow it made him angry, who in their right mind would hurt her? Of course he would never attack her, but it's as if the rage inside of him made him see red, it bothered him seeing her like that, scratching the back of his neck, "why did it bother me so much, seeing her with so much hurt and sadness?" He regretted it the very second when he walked towards her, seeing the fear in her eyes, made him feel like a predator, but what was he going to do tell the poor woman "hey don't worry you've met me, I'm Derek Hale and I'm a damn werewolf, yes I can rip your throat out with my bare teeth, but I won't"

Hearing footsteps between the trees makes him growl, "Dad it's just me"

"What the hell Eli?" He hissed

"I'm sorry, you were gone for so long, I had to come and see if everything is okay" he stuttered

Instantly regretting his tone in his voice "it's fine son, I'm sorry, I'm doing okay, how are you?"

Mumbling "yeah good dad, can we go home now, I always feel so strange when the moon is full"

"I know son, you'll get used to it" he lied

"If only I can be more like you dad" he whispered, knowing his dad would still hear him

Giving him a half smile "no son, you don't want to be like me, you just be yourself, all your strength will come at the right time"

"Thanks dad, but what strength, I don't have any strength" he sighed

"Your my son, a Hale, a werewolf, we'll figure it out you'll see, but we can talk more about it at home. You have school tomorrow" he replied.

....

Still struggling to figure out last night's events, she starts going through the assignments, she gave the kids, there's some nice quotes from Marilyn Monroe, even a few from Hemingway himself, but the last one she reads, leaves her cold, 'Just because I am a predator doesn't mean I have to be a killer' glaring at the name on the page Eli Hale, "what does that even mean?" Thinking to herself, "I'll talk to him after class"

The bell ringing let's the children know it's time to go home, as she's the last class for the day, as the kids walks past her, she asks Eli to quickly stay behind.

He stops, "yes miss, something wrong?" He mumbles

Her voice is sweet "Eli, the assignment yesterday, you never wrote down, where you heard it from?"

Smiling almost proudful "my dad, taught me that since I were Little"

Trying to hide the judgment in her voice she smiles "oh that's nice, I were just curious, thank you, have a great day"

He just nods, says "goodbye" and walks out.

Trying to suppress the anger she feels boiling, "who would teach their kids that? What type of monster" shaking her head , "Since when am I such a bad judge of character, he looked genuinely nice!"

....

Pulling in her driveway, glancing over to her neighbors, shaking her head. As she gets out, she hears the man's smoky voice "hey neighbor" , contemplating if she should wave at him or just let it be, but she just can't control the anger.

"Excuse me Mr. Hale" she waves him down

He laughs a little "A bit formal don't you think?"

There's a fire burning in her eyes "what is the matter with you?"

Shocked "Excuse me Madison?"

There's anger and judgement in her voice now "why would you teach your son his a predator, what type of parent does that?"

His, green - hazel eyes seems concerned, "Look Miss Wells, what I teach my son, has nothing to do with you"

The color leaves her face, "your not even going to deny it? How are you trying to raise your son? To be a predator? To go on some sort of crime bender, what kind of father does that "

''You have absolutely no right to come and attack me, about the way I parent my son, so I would appreciate it if you leave'' he hissed

Her eyes darken, her voce sharp. ''I have every right to tell you, what I think, its my job to look after the kids of my class, so in opinion you are  a terrible parent and a horrible human being'' 

His heart rate is sky rocketing, he needs to fight harder than ever to not shift, folding his arms, to hide his claws coming out, feeling the sharp points piercing into his arm's flesh, his voice sounding croaky ''you need to leave right now, go away and don't ever come near me again''

Her eyes widening, ''fine, but this isn't over'' she mumbled 

He just turns around, closing the door, falling to the ground, ''what the hell is happening why can't I suppress the shift'' letting out a soft roar. ''Something aren't right!''

Walking to her house she could've sworn she heard a roar sound. Usually she won't back down so easily but something in his demeanor frightened her. Something about him, makes her feel frightened and intrigued at the same time.

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As Eli walks into his  house he sees, his dad sitting at the dining room table, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface beneath, his go to thing, when ever his really mad. ''Dad, everything oaky?''

''No Eli, everything is not fine, why the hell did you think it was a good idea to write that little thing I taught you since you were a pup down and give to your new teacher'' he hissed

''Uhm Dad, I..I'm sorry, it was the only thing I could think off, I thought you'd be proud that I remember the stupid phrase'' he stuttered

''Dammit Eli, your a werewolf, that's a phrase to keep us human, to keep us from killing, you have any idea what you've done?'' he echoed

''I'm not a werewolf, not like you'' he stammered and ran upstairs, closing his bedroom door like just a teenager can.

''Eli, get down here this very minute'' he urged. Making a fist, almost smashing it against the table, but decides against it. ''I'm doing the best I can, dammit'' he mumbled underneath his breath.

The doorbell rang, as Derek opened it, he saw Sheriff Stilinski. 

''Hello Sheriff, with what can I help you?'' he sighed

''Rough day Derek?'' he acknowledged

''Two words, 'Teenaged son'' he hissed

''Been there, done that, just be glad you don't have Stiles as a son.'' 

Both men starts laughing.

''What brings you to my door Noah?''

''Well, something isn't quite right, some high school kids were hiking in the woods and found four bodies, two of them were human with bite marks but the other were your kind, and they were killed with silver bullets, but also, here's the part that doesn't make sense, there blood was black, as if they ingested some kind of poison but, I don't know what it is, the bodies are at the morgue, mind checking it out for me?'' he pleaded

A puzzled look on his face, ''yeah I'll check it out, give me a sec'' running upstairs, knocking on the door, ''Son, I'm going to leave , Sheriff Stilinski needs some help, I'm sorry about getting angry with you earlier, we can talk when I get home.''

Eli looked at his father, his voice distant, ''Yeah whatever dad''

Grabbing his keys, off the kitchen table, walking outside, glancing over to the neighboring house, seeing Madison carrying a box from the garage, realizing his been a full grown jerk, he needs to apologize, and think of some kind of excuse for his behavior all while making up some kind reason for the phrase. Gesturing he'll be right behind the Sheriff, he walks over towards her house.

Already catching the sweet scent of her , she smells like roses, sweet fruity roses, but the moment she turns facing him, he hears her heart starts beating faster, he can sense her fear, he just absolutely hates that this gently person is afraid of him. His voice low ''Hello''

Pursing her lips ''Hello''

''Listen about earlier, you just caught me on a bad time, and I were already stressed out, so I kind of took it out  on you, as for the phrase my son wrote down, it came out of some movie, the name I can't recall, but I will talk to him, well I tried but that didn't go well, anyhow I hope you'll accept my apology.'' he claimed.

Her voice a bit shaky, ''Its fine, I'm so sorry as well, and I didn't really mean your a horrible person, I can't make assumptions of people, like that,'' pouting now ''in a way I think I let my own anger and personal baggage spill over, so I'm so sorry'' 

Picking up she's a bit more relaxed  now and there's a soft smile forming on her lips, but before he can invite her to dinner or something, to show how sorry he is, he hears a different sound sliding through the wind. Turning around to where the sound is coming from, then suddenly hearing the exact same sound in another direction, his senses is heightened, hearing multiple heartbeats, some fast, some relaxed, forming almost a circle around them, the scents are human, the swooshing comes closer and closer, but he catches the arrow, and then the other one, but then there's multiple arrows, remembering the woman behind him, turning to face her, she's just standing there shock on her face, as he hovers over her, managing to pick her up as he ran towards the trees, she squirms and screams, but he doesn't really care, he needs to get away, drawing them after him and not after his son, while getting her too safety his eyes starts glowing, turning his hazel green eyes, into an electric blue, his back is pierced with multiple arrows, most probably laced with wolfsbane, as he feels his strength getting weaker and weaker, crashing down to the ground, seeing a man, most probably a hunter walking closer towards there position, he clings to her, for life, afraid they might think she's one of them, he pushes through the pain, gathering every last bit of strength he has left, first came the claws then the fangs, he starts roaring, warning what ever comes closer that he will attack, but the figure comes closer, until he...

Chapter Three Here :)

[queenofhyruleee]

Knight in Shining Armor Chapter 2

I did it!!

I continued the story!!

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Thud. Thud. 

The sudden noise kickstarted your heart, and your mind raced with all of the possibilities as to who could be at the door. Wrapping yourself up in your blanket for a bit more decency, you crept slowly down the stairs. 

The shop was bathed in moonlight, and through a window you could just barely make out a tall silhouette standing outside. It was not bright enough that you could make out who it was, but you could tell that it was definitely a man. 

A feeling of annoyance bloomed in your chest. Was it Elis? You had absolutely no desire to talk to or see him at the moment. The sadness you felt earlier had gradually faded into anger and you were afraid that if you had to look at his face in your current state of mind you would say something you would come to regret. 

Wrapping the blanket tighter around you, you stopped right in front of the door. 

“Go away, Elis. I don’t want to see you right now. If you wanted to talk to me you should have bothered to show up to Telma’s this evening like you were supposed to.” Your voice was clear and devoid of any emotion. You didn’t want him to know how hurt you were. 

“Well, then I might have some good news for you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, surprised to hear the voice on the other side. You immediately fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open. 

“Link?” 

Said man was leaning comfortably against a wooden beam that stood just a few meters away from the door. He was dressed in his casual civilian clothing, his fancy Royal Guard uniform swapped out for a loose fitting green tunic and tan pants. His blonde hair was partially pulled back into a half ponytail and the rest of his shoulder-length locks framed his face in a way that gave him a very ruggedly handsome appearance. He looked up as the door opened and gave you a soft smile. 

“Hey. Can I come in? I bring gifts.” He patted the bag that hung at his side. Still working through your feelings of surprise, you simply nodded and stepped to the side so that he could pass by you. 

After putting the locks back into place, you turned around and suddenly felt very self-conscious about your clothing.. or lack thereof. Underneath your blanket you were only wearing a large nightshirt that hardly covered your butt. You cursed yourself mentally for not having the foresight to put on some pants. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, squinting up at your friend. Afraid that your tone was a bit too harsh, you immediately rushed to add, “N-not that I’m unhappy you’re here! It’s just late and you’ve had a long day, I’m surprised you’re not already asleep.” 

You certainly were not unhappy that he was here. In fact, you made a point to not acknowledge the relief (and maybe a bit of happiness) that had immediately washed over you when you saw that it was him at the door instead of Elis. His presence brought nothing but comfort, which you knew would not have been the case for anyone else. The only thing that made you nervous was the fact that he had seen you so upset earlier. You weren’t sure you were feeling up to rehashing the day’s shitty events and how worthless you were. 

Link just shrugged. “Even if I wasn’t here, I wouldn’t be sleeping. There’s a fancy party taking place up at the castle right now. I should be working, but I called in a favor with Zelda and managed to get out of it.” He grinned mischievously, clearly proud of his actions. 

You were surprised to feel a pang of jealousy at hearing how casually Link referred to the Princess. It was another reminder of just how close he was to the royal. You didn’t know everything about their relationship, but you did know that whatever connection they did have with each other was unlike any other. You’ve heard whispers and rumors about the true nature of their relationship, but Link had never confirmed or denied them to you and you never brought them up. 

But it would make sense if they were together. I mean, that is the kind of woman that Link deserves. Truthfully, she’s probably the only person worthy of him. 

“Well, I’m flattered that you chose to spend your night off here… but again, that begs the question: why?” You weren’t meaning to sound so skeptical and negative, but surely he had better ways to fill his time. 

Link cocked an eyebrow. “Is it not enough to just want to come and see you?” He asked. 

The effortless way he said that, as if it were the most obvious answer in the whole word, made your heart flutter. He intentionally made time to come see you? He wanted to come see you in the first place? 

You opened your mouth, struggling to find words. 

“Do you have any clean forks?” He asked suddenly, changing the subject. His random question seemed to snap you out of the stupor you had found yourself in. 

“What?” 

“Forks. We need some forks.” He turned then, making his way upstairs to where the living area and small kitchen were. You followed behind, still feeling very much confused. 

Link rummaged through the kitchen drawers as if he lived there, taking no longer than a few seconds to produce two forks, one of which he gave you. Then, he pulled a small container out of his satchel. You frowned at it, trying to figure out what it was. 

“I managed to snag a piece for us before I left the castle,” he grinned, setting the container down on the counter. He took off the lid, revealing a gorgeous slice of white cake. It was topped with thick white frosting and decorated with blue and gold flowers. It looked delicious. You stared at it with wide eyes, then looked up at Link. He waved his hand at it. 

“Well, ladies first.” 

You didn’t even pretend to be polite and deny the offer. Instead, you happily dug in. You tried and failed to hold in the moan that came from the back of your throat as you took the first bite. It was absolutely delicious, practically melting in your mouth. 

“Lingk, dish ish amazin’!” Your voice was muffled, but happiness outweighed the shame of forgetting your manners. 

He nodded, taking a bite of the cake for himself. But unlike you, he waited until he was finished swallowing to speak. 

“I know how much you love sweets, so I figured that if I brought you a piece you wouldn’t be so angry with me for potentially waking you up. A peace offering, if you will.”  

You shook your head. “You could murder my family and I’d still forgive you if you gave me a piece of this cake.” 

Link laughed, the warm sound almost as satisfying as the food. “Alright, noted.” 

The two of you finished the treat in a comfortable silence, and Link insisted on cleaning the forks himself once you were done. You sat on the counter next to him as he scrubbed the utensils with a rag and some water. Watching from the corner of your eye, you were amused at how concentrated he was. He carefully inspected each fork, rescrubbing when he found even the smallest fleck of cake or frosting left behind. 

“Slayer of monsters and dirty dishes. What can’t you do?” You joked. 

He hummed, considering the question. “I’m not really a fan of laundry.” 

“Oh ho, so the great Link does have a mortal enemy then.” 

“The very sight of a pile of dirty clothing strikes fear right into my very soul!” He exclaimed dramatically, turning to give you a look of exaggerated fear. He paused suddenly, frowning as he looked at your face. He took a step towards you and leaned in. “Hold still..” 

You froze as he reached out towards you, unsure of what was happening. His warm hand cupped your cheek gently, and your heart started to pound so loud you were positive he could hear it. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he brushed his thumb over the corner of your mouth a few times. 

“There,” he said quietly, a look of concentration on his face. “All gone.” 

You just looked at him with wide eyes, and he met your gaze with a soft smile. Your cheeks burned underneath his palm. Both his touch and his proximity made your heart race and clouded your mind.

What is going on? Why am I reacting like this?

He held your gaze for what felt like forever, and you weren’t sure but you could swear you felt his thumb softly brushing over your cheek slowly. His touch was so light, however, that you could have just been imagining it. 

You found yourself feeling a small sting of disappointment when he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and pulled his hand back quickly. Your cheek suddenly felt ice cold and you almost wished he would put his hand back where it was. 

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “You had some frosting on your cheek.” 

You let out a nervous laugh, and the quiet that enveloped the room as Link finished cleaning the dishes was awkward and not as comfortable as before. When he finished, he turned to face you and leaned up against the counter. You scrambled for anything to say, hoping to break whatever weird tension had built up between the two of you

“Thank you for bringing me the cake. It was so good, I might have to break in to the castle sometime to get some more.” 

Your joke seemed to do the trick, and Link visibly relaxed a bit. “Well, good thing you know one of the Royal Guards. I’m sure he could be persuaded to help you on your mission.” 

You grinned. “Maybe I could offer to do his laundry for him, think that would work?” 

The tension in the air was shattered by the sound of both yours and Link’s laughter. Whatever that awkward moment was, it was gone now. Though you could still feel the ghost of his hand resting gently on your cheek. 

Link’s laughter died down, and his face slowly morphed into something a bit more serious. He crossed his arms and his eyes bore into yours. “So.. do you want to talk about it?” 

You froze, and your smile slowly dropped as your brain took a second to register what exactly it was that he was talking about. 

Of course he wasn’t going to let you pretend that he didn’t see you crying like a baby in the midst of a large and happy crowd. 

You bit your lip and suddenly found a very interesting piece of fuzz on the blanket that was sitting in your lap. As you picked at it, you tried to fight off the tears that had begun to prick at the corner of your eyes. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You worked hard to keep your voice steady. 

“Where was he?” It was a simple question, but it cut through you like a knife. What hurt the most is that you couldn’t even answer it because you didn’t even know where he was. 

You ignored the tears as they began to slowly slip down your cheek. You kept your head down, continuing to focus on the blanket, but soon the piece of fuzz was joined by small water marks as the tears dropped down around it. 

“I don’t know.” You muttered. 

“What do you mean?” 

You sniffed, feeling slightly embarrassed to admit the truth. “He never showed up. I don’t know where he was.” 

The silence that followed spoke volumes. Looking up through your lashes, Link’s face was difficult to read. The muscles in his face flexed beneath smooth skin as he clenched his jaw. 

You laughed weakly. “Pathetic, right?”

“Something is pathetic, that’s for sure,” he muttered darkly. 

“This keeps happening. I don’t know what I did but obviously,” your lip started to quiver violently and your voice shook as you struggled to speak, “I’m not good enough for some reason.” The last word came out as a sob, and you slapped your hand over your mouth to try and keep the rest from coming out. It didn’t help. 

There was a long pause where the only sound in the shop was the sound of your crying. Then, “Get dressed.” 

You hiccuped, trying to catch your breath and calm yourself down. You looked up in confusion, wiping your nose in case any snot had started to make its exit from your nose. “What?” 

“Get dressed,” Link repeated, a serious look on his face. “We’re going out.” 

It took a few seconds for his words to register, and you shook your head vigorously. “No, Link, I don’t-”

His warm skin was once again on your cheek, the back of his hand softly brushing away the tears that sat there. 

He leaned in suddenly, his face just centimeters from yours, and there was a sparkle of something almost mischievous in his blue eyes. A stark contrast from the stoic expression he had been wearing moments before. 

“Last one to the castle entrance is a rotten cucco egg.” His voice was a soft whisper, nearly inaudible. You stared up at him, a dumb look on your face. 

“Wha..?” 

But before you could ask any more questions, he gave you a delishly grin and took off, running out of the room and clunking down the stairs loudly. 

“I - what? Link! Hey, wait!” You shouted after him, but got no response. “Oh fuck me,” you muttered. But you couldn’t deny the childlike giddiness that was bubbling up inside you as you ran to your room and pulled on some decent clothes as quickly as you could, determined to catch up with your friend. He had challenged you, and he knew that you weren’t one to back down from a challenge. 

As you exited the shop, you saw Link standing a few doors down, obviously waiting for you. He didn’t let you catch up, however, and with a quick grin he was off again, running through the streets of Castle Town. 

“This isn’t fair!” You shouted as you sprinted after him. “You got a head start!” 

He looked back as he ran. “Don’t blame me because you’re slow!”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and then watched in horror as an unsuspecting couple walked right into the path of an inattentive Link who was charging like a bull. You opened your mouth to warn him, but luckily he turned back at just the right moment. He managed to jump out of the way, mostly avoiding them. But he still tripped over the man’s shoes, stumbling forward wildly. You didn’t even bother holding back the laughter as you followed behind, watching as he struggled to regain his balance. 

“Sorry!” Link shouted, not even bothering to stop as he apologized. The couple gave him a nasty glare, then made to keep walking. However, they were once again abruptly stopped as you ran right into their path. You didn’t even need to look to know they were also giving you a dirty glare as well.

“Sorry!” You copied Link, also not even bothering to look back. 

You couldn’t stop the laughter that was spilling out as you ran. The sadness from earlier seemed to melt away with each stride you took. All you were focused on now was keeping an eye on Link and trying to catch up. He kept glancing back to check on you as well, and the smile on his face as he did so gave you butterflies. 

“Is that the best you got?” He shouted over his shoulder. 

“You know, it’s amazing you can run so fast with a head that big!” You shot back. His laughter carried down, filling your ears. 

“It’s part of the Royal Guard training!” 

Big head aside, by the time you got to the castle entrance out of breath and sweaty, he was already there waiting, looking completely unfazed. Not even a drop of sweat on his brow. 

He pretended to yawn as you dragged yourself up to him. “Well, it’s about time.” 

You glared at him as you leaned down and placed your hands on your knees to try and catch your breath. He just smiled innocently. 

“How does it feel?” He asked. 

“What, the stabbing pain in my side? The sweet embrace of death herself?” You panted. 

“Being a rotten cucco’s egg, I mean.” 

You couldn’t even pretend to be mad, a loud laugh escaping your lips. He joined in, and next thing you knew, the both of you were in tears and struggling for air. 

Once you two gained your composures, Link straightened up and gestured to the paved road that led up to the castle. 

“There? Link, we can’t just walk into the castle!” You looked nervously at the very large guards that stood on either side of the entrance. They looked straight ahead, their faces completely blank. But you knew that they weren’t zoned out and would not hesitate to use the very sharp looking swords they had strapped to their hips if need be. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fine. I promise.” He held out his arm to you. Hesitantly, you linked your arm with his and let him lead you. As you walked up to the guards, Link simply nodded to them. They returned the nod, and let you walk by without any issue. 

“Wow, must be nice to be the Hero of Hyrule,” you muttered sarcastically. He shrugged. 

“I guess putting my life on the line to save Princess Zelda and all of the people of Hyrule, yourself included, comes with the added perk of being able to enter and exit the castle freely. I mean really, that’s what makes it all worth it if I’m being honest.” 

You rolled your eyes at him and gently smacked his arm. He rarely ever made jokes or even talked about the events that led to him being hailed as a hero, so it was strange to hear him acknowledge it, even if he was just joking around. He just smiled down at you, and the two of you continued the walk in a comfortable silence. 

You weren’t exactly sure where he was taking you but as you approached the grand steps leading up to the front door of the castle, he quickly whisked you to the side and instead led you down a small path that disappeared around the side of the castle. 

“Where are we going?” You finally asked. He glanced down. 

“You’ll see. We’re almost there.” 

After a few more minutes, you ended up in front of a small arched gate. Thick green vines covered most of the silver metal, and you wondered if it would even open at all. But without any effort Link pushed one side and it swung open easily. He held out his hand, which you took, and led you through. 

The air grew thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Crickets sang from their hiding places, competing with the sound of the leaves on the trees gently rustling in the soft breeze. The garden you had stepped into was filled with lush greenery, more vines climbing up the castle walls in a race to get to the top. The small area was dimly lit by the light of several small fairies, much to your wonderment. Some floated through the air, their tiny wings shimmering in the moonlight. Others sat perched on flowers or the trees, beautifully twinkling in the dark. 

The sound of water trickling drew your attention to a small pond that sat in the corner of the garden. The water was calm, the reflection of the bright moon and stars dancing on the surface. Small ripples danced throughout as water traveled down a small waterfall made naturally by large rocks. You saw other sporadic ripples in the water further out, hinting at tiny creatures who have made the pond their home. 

You truly had no words as you stood and absorbed the sight before you. The garden was small and magical, a sense of peace and serenity washing over you as you took in the beautiful sights and sounds under the lights of the moon and the fairies. From the corner of your eye, you could see Link looking down at you with a strange look on his 

face. 

After a few minutes of stunned silence, you finally found your voice. “What is this place?” You whispered. 

Link gently grabbed your arm again, guiding you to take steps forward. “Come on, let's sit.” 

A small bench sat at the edge of the pond, and the two of you took a seat and looked out at the water before you. You felt almost hypnotized watching the small stream trickle down the rocks and listening to the soft bubbling that accompanied it. 

“After.. everything,” Link started, his quiet voice pulling you out of your trance, “I spent a lot of time here.” 

You looked up and saw that he wasn’t looking at you, but rather looking out at the pond with a faraway expression on his face. You decided to stay silent to see if he would continue. He did. 

“It was really difficult at first. Well, it still is honestly. But those first few weeks, months, after Zelda was back and we were picking up the pieces left behind after so long of turmoil and destruction.. I really struggled.

The transition from being constantly on the road, constantly fighting, constantly throwing myself into the face of danger and being unsure if I would live to see another day, another hour even..” 

Your heart ached as you listened. You had only ever known Link to be courageous and brave. Hearing him talk about his struggles was difficult, and you didn’t want to think of him in any pain - emotional or otherwise. 

He sighed, shaking his head. “When nobody knew who I was, it was easy. I mean obviously what I was doing wasn’t easy, but before I felt like I was only responsible for myself and…” his voice trailed off, and you sensed there was something painful in the word that was supposed to come after “and”. But it never came. 

“I had pressure to succeed of course, knowing what fate would await Hyrule if I didn’t. But I didn’t have much time to stop and consider things. I just did what I had to do to get through each day.”

He nibbled anxiously on his bottom lip. A rare display of doubt and worry. “Now everyone looks up to me. They put me on such a high pedestal and for so long all I could think about was how much it was going to hurt when I fell. Because nobody really knows what I did. They don’t know the choices I had to make. The mistakes I made. How could I possibly be deserving of their love, their unwavering trust, with how many things I’ve done wrong?” 

Gingerly, you placed your hand on his knee. You weren’t sure what to say, or if he even wanted you to say anything. But you wanted to comfort him somehow. For him to know that you were listening and there for him. 

“I used to come out here almost every night. I had.. I had trouble sleeping for a while. And when I did, it was mostly nightmares. So I would come here and think about the questions I was too scared to ask out loud. What could I have done differently? Did I save everyone I could have saved?” 

You could feel your heart breaking with that final sentence. The look on his face and the pain in his voice. You had no idea how he could doubt himself when he had saved so many people, but you also couldn’t pretend to understand what he had gone through either. 

He turned to you, and you could see the vulnerability written on his face. “Luckily my nights out here have been becoming fewer and fewer in recent months. I don’t think I will ever be able to fully feel like I deserve any of the praise I get, but I am coming to terms with it. Learning to live with it. The voices in the back of my head will always be there, but they’re getting quieter and quieter with time.” 

Silence once again fell between the two of you, and you waited to see if he was going to continue. He did not. So you focused on the sounds of the night while you tried to think of the best way to respond to him. 

Link was one of your closest friends, but he had never been so open and honest and.. raw with his feelings before. While it hurt you to think of him struggling through all of those emotions alone, part of you - the selfish part - was over the moon that he had chosen to share these things with you. This was a whole new side of Link you were experiencing, but you decided that this was the most important one. This was the side that showed you the real Link. And he trusted you with that. That was no small thing. 

“Link, I’m so sorry.. I had no idea you were dealing with all of that.” Your eyes searched his, hoping he could hear and see the sincerity in your words. He gave you a small smile and shrugged. 

“I didn’t tell anyone. With all of the eyes on me, I didn’t want anyone to think I was ungrateful. Everyone believes me to be a strong and heroic person, so that’s what I’m going to show them.”

You shook your head. “But Link, I don’t think there’s a single person out there that would blame you for feeling the way you did. I mean, none of us know what it was like for you and you’re right. As soon as the dust settled, you were thrust into the spotlight and given all those fancy titles and promotions. There wasn’t much of an adjustment period, which I’m sure would be hard for anyone.” 

He was quiet for a minute before laughing softly, which confused you immensely. Had you said something funny? 

“Did I ever tell you what my life was like before? Back when I was just an average person who had never even been in a physical fight, nevermind battled monsters and evil rulers.” When you shook your head, he continued, a hint of longing in his voice. “I was a cattle ranch hand. I spent my days on my horse, rounding up the goats, cleaning stalls, and working on random projects around the ranch. Occasionally had to go and wrangle a goat or two that had gotten loose and tried to make its way down to the village.” 

You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips as you tried to imagine Link wrestling with an angry bleating goat. He raised an eyebrow and pretended to look offended. “Don’t you laugh, it was serious business. To this day I think I’d rather take on Ganondorf than a pissed off goat charging at me.” 

You nodded furiously and closed your lips together tightly, pretending to zip them up, lock them, and throw away the key. Link rolled his eyes but grinned at your foolishness. 

“Anyways, I just never would have imagined what my future would hold. And don’t get me wrong, I am immensely grateful for Zelda and the people of Hyrule and everything they have done for and given me. But a part of me I think will always mourn the life I could have had. Simple but pleasant. With the freedom to exist without the weight of all this pressure.” He sighed wistfully, looking once again back out across the pond. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, you are deserving.” He turned away from the pond to look back at you, and you continued. “You’re deserving not only because of what you did, but because of who you are. You are kind, you are caring, and you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. You intentionally go out of your way to help strangers, you play with the city’s kids during your free time, you visit other villages around Hyrule to make sure they have everything they need and if they don’t you make sure they get it, you share your food with starving potion makers.. I could go on, but I think you get the point.” 

Link pursed his lips and tapped a finger on his chin as if he were thinking hard about something. “No, no I think I’d like you to continue.” 

You scoffed loudly. “Fine. You also have the biggest head of anyone I know. That’s quite an impressive feat.” 

His laugh was loud and genuine, and you didn’t even mind that it disrupted the peaceful quiet of the garden. You shoved his shoulder with yours, and he gladly returned the gesture. The two of you battled it out for a minute or two before Link put up his hands in surrender. With a triumphant smile you leaned back on your hands and looked up at the sky. 

“Thank you.” He said after a few moments of comfortable silence. “For listening to all of that. It was nice to get it off my chest finally.” 

You sat up straight and gave him a serious look. “Anytime Link. I’m more than happy to listen when you need it. That’s what friends are for.” 

He stared at you for a few seconds before nodding and smiling, though for some reason it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It almost looked.. sad. Before you could ask him about it, he looked away and changed the topic. 

“Well, this is my special place to come and think about my life and whether I’m deserving of love and kindness. So I brought you here because I want you to do the same.” 

You took a sharp breath, suddenly being reminded about the situation with Elis and why you were even out of your bed in the first place. Since stepping into the garden you hadn’t thought once about it all. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

“I mean,” his voice was stern, “That you need to realize that you are also deserving. And to accept anything less is just cheating yourself.” When he looked at you, his gaze was intense and it seemed to cut right through to your very soul. 

Listening to Link talk about his feelings had been easy, but now that the attention was turned on to you, you suddenly felt very uncomfortable. You didn’t want to sit and list out all of the reasons why you were certainly not deserving and make yourself look even more pathetic than you already were. 

“It's hardly the same,” You said quietly. “You’re.. you. And I’m.. me.” 

He shook his head. “Our situations are unique, sure, but that does not mean that you are any less deserving of happiness.” 

“I am happy.” You knew it was a pathetic lie, and you knew that Link would absolutely not believe you. And by the look on his face, you could tell he certainly did not. But before he could lecture you any further, you suddenly stood up. 

“It’s getting late, and I’m very tired. Walk me home?” 

He looked like he wanted to protest, but eventually he nodded. Once again he held out his arm, and you took it, welcoming the sense of comfort and security being close to him brought. You did feel guilty that he had been so open and vulnerable with you tonight, only for you to immediately shut down when he tried to get you to do the same. But you hoped that he would realize that it wasn’t worth the discussion and would give it up. 

The walk back to your home was silent, neither of you knowing what to say. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence per se, but the journey to the garden had certainly been more fun. You kept stealing glances at Link from the corner of your eye as you walked, but his face was unreadable. You had no idea what was going on in that mind of his. 

When you reached your shop, you were both relieved and disappointed. You dropped Link’s arm and unlocked the shop door. When you turned around to say goodbye, you were surprised to find that Link was much closer than you expected. 

Your heart began to beat rapidly at the proximity, which was silly because you had just spent the whole walk home arm-in-arm with him. But something about the way that he was standing, looking down at you just a step away, felt different. More intimate. 

You looked up at him - goddesses, he was tall - with wide eyes. He said nothing as he brought his hand up to your face. With a gentle touch, he caught hold of a lock of your hair and tucked it back behind your ear. His fingertips brushed your neck softly, sending tingles down your spine and butterflies erupting in your stomach. 

“Please just think about what I said,” he murmured, his voice so soft you almost had to strain to hear what he said. His hand was still holding the side of your neck, however, and really that’s all you could focus. Link probably could have shouted his words directly into your ear and you still wouldn’t have heard him properly. 

You nodded, unable to form words or even a single coherent thought. His thumb delicately stroked the sensitive skin behind your ear, triggering another wave of tingles and butterflies. 

“Promise?” His blue eyes were pleading and sincere. 

You nodded again, not even able to imagine how you could possibly say no to him in this moment. 

He stared for a moment longer before nodding, seeming to accept your answer. You expected him to pull his hand away, but instead he pulled you into his chest, catching you completely off guard. His one hand stayed placed at the base of your neck while the other snaked around your back, pressing you to him.

You momentarily forgot how to breathe. 

Had he ever hugged you before? 

Why was he hugging you? 

WHY did he smell so good?? 

You felt brief pressure on the top of your head, and then he released you and stepped back. As he did so, you finally took the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

“Sleep well.” His smile was warm and damn it, when did his smiles start to make your stomach flip so violently? 

Ever so smooth with words, you replied “Uhh okay.” 

Link gave a final wave goodbye and you stood there like an idiot, watching as he walked down the road until he turned and was out of sight. 

Then, as if a switch had been flipped in your brain, a million thoughts and emotions slammed into you at once. Giddiness, guilt, sadness, confusion, admiration - you felt it all. You had no idea how to even begin to process anything that had happened that night or the emotions that you were feeling. You were like a zombie as you wandered upstairs to your room and changed back into your sleep clothes, your head swimming with so many things. 

When you laid down finally, you decided to just push all of the thoughts and emotions away and shut your brain off. You would think about it later. Put off sorting out your feelings for later as you always did. 

But there was one feeling you couldn’t push out of your head no matter how much you tried. The feeling of Link’s touch. His hand on your cheek wiping away the tears. His thumb stroking your neck softly. His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you close. And how utterly empty you felt when he pulled away. 

Groaning, you smashed your face into your pillow and pulled the covers up over your head until you were enveloped in total darkness. 

“Sleep well.” 

“Fuck off,” you muttered to yourself, knowing that the very person who said those words would be the exact reason why you would not.

[sylusheart]

valedictorian ft. evervale

word count. 1,189

cw. cock riding, reverse cowboy, doggy style, swearing, begging, top!victor, bottom!eli, slight teasing, evervale being evervale <3

a/n. just some quick lockland!evervale smut bc why not, they're both late for class because eli was being a brat and vic ends up fucking him into oblivion

ao3 version

lewd sounds filled the room as eli’s ass slapped against victor’s hips in a continuous rhythm.

“that’s right, just like that,” victor cooed. his head dropped back against the headboard of his bed with a thud, eyes closing in bliss as eli continued to ride him.

reverse cowboy was a position they both enjoyed a little too much. victor loved watching eli’s round ass take up his cock from this angle whilst he got to lay back and enjoy the view. whereas eli liked the way it made him feel. although he thoroughly enjoyed victor taking lead, he loved having the opportunity to experiment at his own pace. it made him feel sexy.

empowering.

they hadn’t bothered to strip completely naked - seeing as they were supposed to get going soon. eli was shirtless, sweat glistened on his tan chest though his black pants stayed on - pushed down just enough to accommodate where his and victor’s flesh met.

victor wore nothing but his white button-down dress shirt, the only white garment he had in his black-focused closet. the shirt was dishevelled with the buttons half done and his collar sticking out in odd directions.

victor glanced at his wristwatch. it seemed to have still stayed on even when eli and victor were hastily ripping each other’s clothes off.

“shit,” victor cursed. “we’ll be late for class if you don’t speed up.”

“‘m trying,” eli mumbled, “thigh’s hurt.”

victor sighed, rolling his eyes. his pale fingers curled around eli’s waist which caused eli to stop in his movements. victor held back a groan as eli tightened around his cock again.

with quick movements, victor got up from the bed. eli mewled as victor rather roughly slid out of him, he twisted his head to look at him - narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

before eli could say anything, victor pulled eli to the edge of the bed - forcing him face down against the mattress. he gripped eli’s waist as he stood beside the bed, aligning his cock with eli’s gaping hole.

without warning, victor pushed himself in. they both groaned and eli’s back arched to accommodate victor’s girth.

“mmf, would it kill you to be gentle for once?” eli muttered, catching his breath as he got used to the feeling of victor filling him up again.

“yeah, probably,” said victor dryly. he leaned over, his nose almost touching the back of eli’s ear. with a hand slowly shaking around eli’s throat he said, “but we both know you like it best the way we always do it.”

eli tried not to produce any sort of physical reaction to victor’s words. though he was sure his skin started to prickle over victor’s low voice, teasing him, messing with him.

eli couldn’t even choke out a snark response because of victor’s sudden eagerness. victor leaned back to straighten his posture and then thrusted. hard . in and out of eli at an impossibly fierce pace.

his grip on eli’s waist tightened even more so now as he guided eli’s plump ass on his cock. he rammed into eli so brutally the bed was started to croak embarrassingly louder. eli was sure anyone outside their dorm could hear them go at it. victor thought this too, then he thought about how eli would probably enjoy if he were being watched. enjoy how victor would dominate and claim him in front of everyone.

that idea drove victor wild.

he grunted and moved his hand to grip eli’s ass. just the sight of it slapping against him was intoxicating him.

he let out a wry chuckle, his hand coming down to roughly pat eli’s backside. “you love taking my cock don’t you? love how it feels in your tight ass, right?”

eli loved whenever victor spoke like that. all dirty and honest. he was sure all it took was his inappropriate words to get eli on edge. he felt his tip leak with pre-cum, desperate to reach climax.

“hah- fuck. more, vic.” eli whined, his thighs were quivering and his ass was red from the way victor had been squeezing it.

“answer me.” victor demanded.

“yes, yes, i do. i love it. i want you to cum inside me.” eli begged, arching his back even more. victor, delighted by eli’s desperation, smiled.

“please?” victor joked. he halted in his movements, letting his cock just sit inside eli’s tight hole just to toy with him.

eli let out a strangled moan. it was music to victor’s ears. if he had no restraint left, he was sure he would’ve came just from the sound.

“please, vic. i want your cum.” eli begged again, seemingly embarrassed by how desperate he was to be filled by victor.

“that’s it,” victor praised, his smirk widening. eli gasped as victor began thrusting into him once again. his cock brushed inside all the right places, eli shivered, his body shaking and about to cum.

“go on, make a mess for me. then let me ruin you.” victor growled, voice harsh and husky-like. it was clear he was soon to find climax too.

“yeah, ha- ah. victor… ‘m gonna,” seeing as victor held eli against the sheets, his cock was pressed up against himself causing eli’s release to shoot against his chest and over the sheets. his wet spill dampened the sheets. and though it should’ve been gross, it aroused eli even more. how he was being fucked in his own mess. how victor continued to brutally pump into him through his orgasm. victor groaned as he felt eli’s hole squeeze around him, how it pulsated as more ropes of cum spilled from his cock.

victor let out a laugh, shaking his head, “always so messy, hm?”

“mmh, feels s’good, vic. keep going, please.” eli begged, his eyes almost lifeless from exhaustion. his hands quivered as he tightened his hold on the wet sheets.

“oh i will. this hole is mine. mine to fuck. mine to mess with.” victor grunted, he was starting to see white with how fast he was going. he felt his cock twitch inside eli, a sign he was about to cum.

“yes, yes,” eli chanted, “don’t stop, vic.”

victor obliged, even as his cock spilled his seed into eli’s ass he kept going, the release of his cum helped him slide in and out more easily. naughty sounds of squelching accompanied their moans.

victor slowly pulled himself out, his cock completely coated in his own arousal. he let out a shaky breath as he watched eli’s empty hole leak out his release. it pulsated, as if expecting for victor to intrude in on him again.

fuck, maybe he went a little overboard. given the amount he came, the amount they both came, it was more than anything eli was used to handling.

“you alright?” victor said, tilting his head to the side to inspect eli’s dazed form.

“perfect,” eli mumbled, face still pressed against the mattress.

victor smirked, adoring the way his little fuck-toy looked sprawled on his bed in their shared dorm. he plucked eli’s forgotten shirt from the floor and threw it at him. fixing up the collar and buttons of his own shirt as he approached the mirror.

“time for class, pretty boy.”

sylusheart © all rights reserved.

[evilpenguinrika]

Hosie Fankids: 2nd Iteration

I love making fankids I can't help it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This could be considered an AU to my main canon Hosie Fankids. Like, don't get me wrong. I LOVE how much I've developed Lana, Hayley, Jay, and Leo and I will continue to write their stories. But I also like the idea of exploring other avenues for my Hosie fankids, and that being "what if Hope and Josie only had twin boys instead". So ta-da, the 2nd iteration of my Hosie fankids that exists in their own little universe away from my main Hosie fankids canon.

You can read the first iteration Hosie fankids here

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(note: Josie was the one who carried the twins!

second note: i'll try and see if I can't find some time and spoons to do a quick character design sketch for the 2nd iteration Hosie fankids as well!

edit: now with pictures!)

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Elijah “Eli” Lukas Mikaelson (15) is the son of Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltzman, and the twin brother of Auggie. He takes after his Mom Hope because he’s more aloof and builds up heavy walls between him and anyone who is not family. He keeps to himself and prefers to observe other people than interact with them. He tends to go lone wolf a lot, doing his own thing and never bothers to let anyone know what he’s doing.

Eli is fiercely protective of his family to the point of it being near possessive. He hates when unfamiliar people interact with his family because he’s scared they will hurt the people he cares about. He’s also overbearingly protective with it comes to Auggie and his relationships because his twin wears his heart on his sleeve and willingly gives it away to whoever he’s with–which makes it easy for Auggie to be heartbroken. He hates seeing his twin brother hurt all the time, so anytime Auggie’s with someone new, Eli will hover around his twin or secretly threaten his brother’s new beau to treat him right or else.

The forest is his favourite place to go when he wants to clear his head and be attuned to his senses. He loves the smell of the woods and the way the soil dips beneath his weight. Eli especially loves going to the forest after it rains because the smell of wet soil always grounds him when he becomes too overwhelmed and oversensitive to things happening around him. Eli is also a huge bookworm and loves getting lost in the stories he reads. He dreamed of becoming a fantasy author when he was younger and has written a few stories–mostly short stories–and has entered them in a couple of story contests and won a couple of them.

Eli is a Tribrid, just like his Mom Hope. He’s not great at magic but he’s also not terrible, though he will sometimes avoid using it if possible. Eli feels more comfortable with his werewolf abilities despite having never activated his curse yet. Eli doesn’t have plans to actively do that since it does mean he has to take a life. He’s content if he never activates his curse or not.

Aside from that, Eli is a pretty good fighter from being trained by both his Mom and Grandpa Alaric. Eli has even taken a few martial classes after school. His fighting style is a mix of MMA, Kickboxing, Kung Fu, and Muay Thai. He can also fight with weapons, but he prefers not to because they often get in the way when he’s in the zone of battle, preferring to use his body as a weapon than anything else.

When he and Auggie were ten, Eli got kidnapped by a group of people who were after their Mom. They were trying to grab both twins, but Eli used magic to shield Auggie away so he ended up being the only hostage. Eli did his best to fight back and survive until his Mom and Momma found him. This event affected him badly and it’s the main reason why he’s distrustful of other people and so possessively protective of his family.

He and Auggie are aware of the Merge and are trying their best not to think about it–they’ve mostly compartmentalized it until they need to worry about it. Their Mom Hope and Momma Josie have been doing their best to figure out a way to stop the Merge without either of them becoming a Heretic or vampire.

[Physical description: 5’9” short dark chestnut brown hair and blue eyes]

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Augustus “Auggie” Joseph Mikaelson (15) is the son of Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltzman, and the twin brother of Eli. Auggie is more gregarious and the life of the party. He’s popular with everyone in school, not because of who his family is, but just because he’s an all-around awesome guy. He’s also a bit of a mischievous goof and loves a good prank or two. But other than that, Auggie is always the guy people go to when they need help.

Auggie is protective of his family, especially his twin, and always does his best to include Eli in anything even though he knows Eli will turn him down. He’s always worried about Eli because of how recluse he can get. But he also knows it’s because his twin prefers to be alone or with familiar people, and that’s fine! Auggie appreciates Eli a lot and will do whatever to protect him because of all the times Eli has comforted him after every heartbreak, Auggie feels like he owes it to Eli to give back.

He’s a huge nerd. The biggest, dorkiest nerd in existence. Auggie is in the school’s LARP and tabletop RPG club. He’s mostly the DM because he likes to be the one who tells the story and watches his club members have fun. He’s also in the theatre club but as crew. Despite being so beloved and enjoying the attention, he loves being the one who supports others a lot more. He finds way more joy in letting others shine through than taking their spotlight.

Auggie is a Tribrid, just like his Mom Hope, and a Siphoner like his Momma Josie. He loves magic, loves using magic, and loves being a Siphoner because it allows him to challenge himself. He will carry a manageable supply of small trinkets with magical essence stored inside so he can siphon if he finds himself in battle and is alone. He has an affinity for Elemental magic and Ancestral magic. Auggie avoids using Dark Magic if possible, mainly because he’s scared about what will happen to him if he does. When he has no choice and uses Dark Magic, he will secretly put all the negative side effects into a small coin that his Great-Aunt Freya gave him. Nobody knows about this except Eli. He has no plans on triggering his werewolf curse as he doesn’t like the idea of taking a life to do so, nor does he have plans to become a Heretic.

He’s not great at hand-to-hand combat, not like his twin brother, though his werewolf abilities do help him with his quick reflexes. But overall, he prefers to be long-distance when he’s in battle so he can have time to think about alternatives or find exits he can go to if he feels like he’s unable to win.

When he and Eli were ten, Auggie watched Eli be kidnapped by a group of people who were after their Mom. They were trying to grab both twins but Eli used magic to shield Auggie away from danger. Auggie was so distraught that when he ran back to his Mom and Momma for help, he was completely inconsolable. He had to be looked after at his Aunt Lizzie, Uncle MG and Uncle Ethan’s place while his Mom and Momma went to save Eli. When they came back with his twin in tow, Auggie refused to leave Eli’s side. This event is the reason why Auggie feels like he has to pay his twin back for protecting him.

He and Eli are aware of the Merge and are trying their best not to think about it–they’ve mostly compartmentalized it until they need to worry about it. Their Mom Hope and Momma Josie have been doing their best to figure out a way to stop the Merge without either of them becoming a Heretic or vampire.

[Physical description: 5’6.5”, shaggy cinnamon brown hair and brown eyes]

[sensei-venus]

could u mayb write smtg where hawk and demetri find out theire preggers gf is having a baby girl?

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“I'm nervous, are you nervous? My stomach kinda hurts and my head feels all weird- you think that's normals? I know-”

“Dem we are literally in the middle of a doctor's office, no one wants to hear your weird rambling. I don't think Reader wants to hear it either.”

“Wait what? Sorry I wasn't really paying attention.” Reader looked up from where she had been playing with her bump with her hands.

Hawk rolled his eyes as he watched Demetri fight his own thoughts. He had been rambling all morning since they woke up. Talking about weird and strange pregnancy facts, more so than normal. Hawk was just about done with it after being stuck in a car with him on the way to the doctor's office. Reader didn't seem too bothered by it and opted to focus on her new bump.

She was starting to fill out ready. Her bump was pretty big now and was snug in all of her regular shirts. She started wearing Eli’s old sweaters and some of his hoodies for more room.

“I don't think you should be nervous, it's exciting! Today we get to find out what we are having. A boy or a girl! It's fun.” Reader smiled at the goofy nerd. Demetri rubbed at his eyes as he groaned. Why did she always have to be so happy?

“Dude come on, I'm not nervous. We get to find out if we are having a little boy or a little girl. It's something you should be excited about not panicking over.” Hawk rolled his eyes as he put a hand on Reader’s bump. His hand rubbed soft circles into her skin as he grinned down at her.

He quickly took one of Demetri’s hands and placed it on her belly. His long fingers worked on the now tight skin. Feeling her under the thick material of the sweater she had on. Slowly his nerves started to relax and he broke down.

He sighed before saying “Ok I get it your right. I shouldn't be so upset about this....”

“See all better!”

Reader laughed making her belly jolt up.

“Reader?”

A nurse said from the doorway of the doctor's office hall, a smile on her lips as she ushered the three back. Both boys jumped up, helping Reader her up and out of her chair. With a light hand on her belly, she got up and followed the nurse back. They walked down a short hallway, the boys following close behind. The nurse sat them in an exam room for saying the doctor would be right in.

Reader climbs up onto the exam table and lays down. Both of the boys stand next to her the whole time.

“So what do you think it is?” Reader says as she lifts her sweater up, exposing her belly. Her bump big and round. Her fingers ghost over her belly button.

“I think it's a boy...”

“No way, I get the feeling it's a girl. Something just keeps telling me that it's a girl.”

Hawk smirks as he talks about his intuition on their baby being a girl. Demetri just raises a brow but lets it go.

“Thought you would want a little boy more, you know so you could train him more or something? Be a little rough?”

“Let’s take a step back, it’s a feeling ok. And yeah having a boy is fine , I like that idea. But having a girl would be nice too, plus who cares if it’s a girl I’m still going to teach her how to be a total badass anyway. Doesn’t matter if she’s a girl or not.” he puffs out his chest. Reader can only giggle at his confidence.

Everyone went quiet when the door opened and the doctor came in.

The doctor was a nice women, she smiled the whole appointment. She asked a few questions, just asking about how the pregnancy was going over all. Any new symptoms, new diet, prenatal care, how she was feeling over all. Reader was honest the whole time. How morning sickness was slowly fading, her feet hurting more, back pains.

She even admitted to the mass amounts of heart burn and how much back acid she had coming up now randomly thought the day. The doctors assured her and the boys that it was perfectly normal.

The talking slowly stopped as they moved on to the more physical part of the checkup. The doctor felt up her belly a bit, her legs and thighs, along with her blood pressure and sugars. Everything was normal so far.

“So I hear this is your ultrasound scan for the sex of the baby. Are you guys excited to find out what your having?”

Reader nodded and the boys gripped her hand.

“Overall we are a little nervous, but we are really excited to find out.”

She smiled at the first time parent’s. She turned on the ultrasound equipment and started getting everything ready for the scan.

“That’s perfectly normal, all parents tend to be a little nervous during sex scans. New and old. I think you will be happy either way.” She smiled as she got the ultrasound gel out and spread it along Readers bump. She hissed for a moment at the cold, shivering a little before it warmed up a bit. That feeling never got old. The doctor took out the wand from the machine and slowly pressed it to her belly. She slowly moved it around the gelled up bump, looking around.

After a few minutes she turned the screen towards the three. She hit a small button and paused the scan. She pointed at the shadow like form that was their baby. Demetri squeezed Reader and Hawk’s hands. He chewed at his bottom lip as he looked at the screen. Haw tried to squint to get a better look at the rough screen. The doctors pressed her finger around the screen.

“So what I’m seeing right now is a healthy well developed, baby girl. Congratulations your having a little girl!”

All three of them had tear filled eyes at this point.

“She’s so tiny…”

“It’s a girl I knew it! Called it!”

“I told you it would be fine.”

Reader smiled as she kissed Demetri’s cheek, his lips stuck in a wide smile as he continued to look at the screen. Reader giggled and squealed, tears welling I her eyes. Hawk fist pounded the air for a quick moment before regaining his composure. He coughed into his free hand saying.

“Told you so.”

“Shut up!”

[twistedtummies2]

How do your OCs feel about FNAF? How do they react to the jumpscares?

So, Theodore and Reno are the only OCs of mine who I think would have strong feelings about FNAF. Theodore is a fan of horror games, in particular, and Reno is just a gamer in general: if "Five Nights at Freddy's" existed in the TW-verse, I'm fairly certain he'll have played it at some point. With that said, I think the two of them have completely different opinions. While I don't think either one is the series' biggest, hugest, craziest fan, I think that Reno finds the franchise fascinating. He loves looking into fan theories, is curious about all the lore, and he finds the first couple of games, in particular, to be challenging and genuinely creepy. Plus, it makes for good streaming/Let's Play views, which he certainly has no problems with. Theo, meanwhile, finds FNAF annoying. XD I think he USED to be interested in the lore and mysteries, but it's gotten so wild and overly-expansive he can't even be bothered to follow it anymore. As for the gameplay, he's never really liked any of the games: he admits that when you first play the original game or two, it can be genuinely scary, but after a while the scare factor wears off and it goes from challenging to obnoxious, and the different twists on the formula have only made it more aggravating. NOW, AS TO THE JUMPSCARES...this one, we can use the entire cast for. ;) For the sake of argument, let's presume all of these are the first time these characters play the original FNAF and start getting jumpscared. With that said...

Nakoda: Alright, let'sss check thisss camera here, and-huh. That possster looksss different. Wait? Who is laughing? WHO'S LAUGHING AT ME?! I'm not gonna-(lowers camera to see Golden Freddy)...Mother. (screams and flails and falls over as the jumpscare activates)

Reno: Let's see, now if I can just shut this doo-(gets jumpscared by Chica)-AAAAAAAAGH! (jumps back in his seat as the game goes to static...is stunned for a few seconds...then starts to laugh and applauds) HA HA HA HA! ALRIGHT, YA GOT ME! Alright...whoo, okay! Guess I gotta adjust my strategy. Let's try 'er again, baby...!

Elias: Why do people like this?! This is so frustrating, and-WHOA, THAT FOX IS MOVING FAST! Okay, shut the door, shut-(Foxy jumpscare; Eli yelps and yipes and flees and hides behind his bed...then peeks out, ears flattened back, whimpering like a dog scared by thunder)...I don't wanna play this game anymore. 8'(

James: (checking the cams while Smitty is watching) I see you, ye mangy sea dog! But there shall be no quarter for ye! See, for the clock is almost upon the hour! I have bested you, for you cannot break through my defenses! HA HA HA-(is jumpscared by Freddy) Smitty: Wow! That was kinda startling, huh, James? (pauses) Uh...James? James: (is frozen and paralyzed where he sits, face aghast) Smitty: James! JAMES, SPEAK TO ME! JAAAAMES! Theodore: (jumps back with a sharp gasping noise after getting startled by Bonnie. Sits there for a few moments, just...stunned and pale...then takes a shuddering breath and settles down) Okay, that...that got me, fine, I'll give you that...jeeze, my ears hurt now, ow... Maelstrom: (doesn't get scared, and instead starts cussing violently before rage-quitting after getting trounced by Foxy for the fourth time in a row) Grit: (also rage quits...but instead of cussing and shouting, just sits there...one eye twitching...takes a deep, DEEP breath...and calmly shuts off the game before vowing never to play it again) And finally...Billy. Dear, sweet, adorable Billy-boi. We don't let Billy play horror games. Because while I don't think he actually scares easily, I think Billy IS very susceptible to jumpscares, in particular. He's not used to big, scary monsters jumping at him and screaming, because...well...he's a giant. Usually, if anything, he's the one doing that! So, in a situation where that's a problem...yeah, he'll actually really get scared by the jumpscares. And with an abundance of them, like FNAF...well... Billy: (trembling and whimpering, wrapped up in a big blanket, nursing a mug of hot cocoa) MC: (places hand on Billy's arm comfortingly) Ace shouldn't have tricked you into playing that game. I just talked to him. Billy: (just sniffles and whines) MC: (comfortingly rubs Billy) It's okay, big guy. Bonnie isn't real. He can't hurt you. Billy: (on the verge of tears)...That was not a nice bunny... 8'(

[praxieserver]

This is a kind of silly one BUT like havd this cringe weird au where like cartman has another kid in post covid (I called her jane cuz she reminds me of rtc jane doe for her personality) and for some reason I see her sm with kyle's daughter (aubrey) kinda like menorah and eli and it would be so funny like cartman realizing that both of his kids are dating/have a crush on his rival's/enemie's kids but aside from that I see jane totally like freaking aubrey out and aubrey being kinda scared of her at first because she literally appeared out of nowhere all the time spooking everyone even if she doesn't mean to I feel she got curious about aubrey because observing a bit she realized they didn't seemed as bad as her dad told her,so she tries like get closer to her but accidentally spooks her a lot at first

Jane:"you know what I find kind of really super hurts?"

Aubrey:*turning around in fear* "maybe later thanks— SORRY—" *runs away*

/ref

But I see her slowly realizing that jane isn't actually as scary as she thought and slowly start spending more time together

Theres more I could say about these two but I am lazy and also dont know how to phrase everything so that's it for now!

op u need to share more rn and YOU NEED TO TELL ME IF SHE LOOKS LIKE JANE DOE FROM RID ETHE CYCLONE OR YOU HAVE DIFFERENT DRSIGN IN MIND.

I FUCK W THIS AU. I WILL DOODLE THIS AU ONCE IM NOT DEAD FROM SWIMMING TRAINING. THABK U SM FOR SHARING UR OWN SILLY AU IDEAS WITH MY SILLY AU IDEAS TO FORM A NEW, EVEN SILLIER AU IDEA.

akhdksjaja srry if this sounds rlly aggressive but wowzs!!!! im so very excited and very happy to hear more since i haven't really watched rtc in it's entirety (i just listen to the what the world needs and ballad of jane doe over and over again and watched a few funny conpilations on youtube 😭✌️), and im sure your jane's personality isnt a direct copy of jane doe rtc's personality so!!! please!!!! share!!!!

personally i see aubrey as being cautious towards jane bc her and moisha do not get along at all, and in gen the rivalry is a family wide thing, so while she's polite to the other members of the cartman family that don't bother her (totally on her own volition bc she's such a mature child and not bc her dad has severely reprimanded her for severely injuring moisha in multiple fights, no sir!) they're all on thin ice really.

so she's probably really jittery around her most of the time, but kind of has a revelation that. out of all the weird encounters she's had with jane. jane hasn't really. done anything. and decides to try talking to her and they become good friends and she adopts them into her friend group bc she's very extroverted in a female himbo kinda way. (not a bimbo. well actually ig, she's a bimbo but in a masc way. so like. girl himbo. listen she's just a dorkass kid sometimes that's all you need to know)

anyways thank u sm for sharing!!! hope to see u in my inbox again soon :DD