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[ardwick]

EDUX: Chapter 9: Page 3

The keeper of Mt. Kurgan.

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WBBSE Solutions For Class 9 Geography And Environment Chapter 9 Maps And Scale

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[sa-characters]

King Mijararos (Amphytrionas) - Deceased

GENDER - Male

AGE - Young Adult

King of Manthos

ASPIRATION - Rambunctious Scamp, Super Parent, Leader of the Pack

TRAITS:   Angelic, Vegetarian, Insider, Self-Assured 

SIGN: Libra

PARENTS - King Ifiklis, Queen Memilia

PARTNER - Queen Euthalia

CHILDREN - Radhamanthos

Download: Not available

Story: Once Upon A Time - The first ones

Family tree: The first ones

YOUNG ADULT: The problems with the neighbors was large test for Mijararos. It aged him, but it also gave him experience. Now, in the best years of his life, he feels he can handle most problems that should come his way. He is still uncompromising about certain things, but he is also more pragmatic and relaxed as to what he can achieve. He has a good relationship with his wife, which he respects and admire. It might not be a passionate marriage, but that's fine.

Unfortunately he died young, it was a great loss to his family and the whole country. It is said that he died of burns after trying to save the unfortunate chef who was in flames when a pot of olive oil caught fire.

TEEN: If you knew his father Ifiklis you can't help but notice how incredibly similar Mijararos is to his father on the outside, and yet how completely different he is on the inside. He is strong and decisive, but find it vulgar to use violence when it's not strictly necessary.

CHILD: He lacks the usual bloodlust of his male relatives, and typical for royalties at this era. He is teased for it, but he stands his ground. He does not want to hurt neither man nor animal, and his parents wonder (and worry) if he will fulfill his military education. Is he fit to be the next king?

TODDLER: Like his father he is very handsome, almost too pretty for a boy. But very unlike his father he seems to have a good compassionate heart. A little angle in human form, isn't he?

INFANT: He was kept well hidden from the public eye the first year of his life, so we really don't know much about his development.

[becausesomething]

Chapter 9 - Secrets revealed

Sabaody headcanon, all the supernovas in one palce for the 1st time!

warning: lesbian relationship, kid situationship, law colorful relatiosnship, feelings, confrontation, fight

Kid POV

I still tried to fall asleep but without success, I decided to go take a shower and when I come back I had a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate of eggs sautéed with bacon and bread.

-KIDDDDD, how's that hangover?

– Killer shouts as he enters the room.

- You want your death sentence, I swear it will happen one day. Doesn't that woman know how to be silent either?! – the bath had helped the headache, but all that screaming made it come back.

-ihihih, job done – Killer closes the door as quickly as he entered.

I hear screams in the hallway, I bet those two are fighting with each other again. I don't care, I mean yes I do, or maybe it would be better not to.

-Kid, are you awake? That idiot Killer doesn't know what a beating he's going to get when he catches him. – Like Killer, she opens the door and suddenly enters the room.

-Eriss, don't even think, enough confusion. Did you get any information? – I take the tray and go sit on the sofa.

-Yes, there will be a human slave auction today. And I heard rumors that some celestial dragons would be present because of a mermaid being captured. Scum. – she leans against the edge of the door and starts playing with the choker pendant.

-Let's investigate, we'll leave in 4 hours, inform the rest.

-Yes captain! – she bows and that makes me roll my eyes, I don't know if I interpret it as respect or just provocation.

Eriss POV

It was the first time that all the supernovas were in the same place, the presence in that place was impressive, and by instinct, I got closer to Kid. I feel his gaze on me, I hope none of Kimi's marks are visible, and it's just because I'm looking for a little protection.

On the other hand, several times my gaze meets Law's, I wish I could talk to him and tell him the news. I guess I'll have to wait until later.

As expected, a battle began between the most talked about trio, Kid, Law, and Luffy, against the navy. Between insults, it was impressive their skills and how strong they had become.

Killer had pulled me to an area hidden from the sailors' view and we were left to absorb that epic battle that was going to start revolutionizing the world. It started as quickly as it ended.

Kid comes towards us - Let's go back and prepare to set sail, the navy will be at our heels soon, it's not safe here anymore.

We started running until I heard a voice calling me.

-Eriss-ya, are you okay? - Law runs up to me and gives me a hug.

-Of course, she's fine! - Kid shouts.

-I wasn't talking to you Eutass-ya, get out.

-You don't give me orders!

-It's better to leave the insults for later, the navy discovered us. - I point behind them.

Not even running, those two were able to stop insulting each other. The navy begins to gain ground and both begin to use their powers to slow them down. We ended up at a dead end, but luckily someone opened a door for us.

We entered a kind of warehouse. I was catching my breath when I felt lips touching mine, it was Kimi, I let myself get involved and forget about the situations I had behind me.

-Eriss!

-Eriss-ya!

I heard them both saying my name in perplexity, but my attention was only focused on her tears.

-Kimi, why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?

- I wipe her tears and hug her against me.

-No, I was worried about you when I found out that you were involved in the mess at the auction. I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye.

I feel Kid's fury flooding the room and a whistle disguised as Killer's laughter. I turn to them and Kimi wraps herself around my arm.

-This is Kimi, a friend. - I say, trying not to blush at the embarrassment and my secret being revealed.

-Eriss-ya talked a lot about you, it's good to know that you're alive. - I look at Law and he smiles slightly. Our looks said everything that needed to be said at that moment and that made me relax.

-Are you able to explain? How does this Dalmatian head know more than me? - the veins on Kid's forehead begin to show.

-She's a friend, didn't you hear it the first time?

-But the kiss? What does that mean? Since when?

-Damn Kid, I'm bisexual, Kimi was the first woman I was with. I thought she had died, but she was able to find me. Happy now?!

Silence settles.

-We can't stay here long, the navy is still looking for us. - Law approaches me and whispers to me - you need to say goodbye.

I look at Kid who looks away, I wanted to explain everything to him but it wasn't the right place or time.

I grab Kimi's hand and pull her to a corner so we have a little more space and privacy. I didn't want to say goodbye to her, not now after we had met again and the night we spent together. Between hugs and tears, we accept reality. One last kiss with my first crush.

I go over to the boys, I touch Law's arm, and whisper to him a thank you. He looks at me deeply, as if reading my soul, he knew what that moment meant for me.

-Kid, I'm ready. - he looks at me sideways and mumbles between his teeth.

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One HSR Character a Day Day 22: Himeko

[chleem]

Flashing Lights #8

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A-class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping, (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy or translate my work!

♡⸝⸝ chapter7 | index | chapter9

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9:04 p.m

“I ordered, um, room service,”

You start, to which Drew just nods, while drying his hair with a towel. 

You sit awkwardly on the couch, not sure of what to say now. The two of you rushed back to the hotel due to the pouring rain, and now that both are done showering, the realization of what was said is sinking in. 

How does one start a conversation? You had no idea. 

But, you’re glad Drew knows. 

“What did you order?” He asks, coming to sit down next to you. 

You glance at his naked upper body, quickly averting your gaze back to his face. He looks flushed from the shower, and he smells really good. “Um, just the usual.”

“‘The usual’?” The corner of his lips curl up. 

“Wine, steak, etc,” you shrug, lazy to elaborate what you usually eat. 

“What about mine?” His blue eyes stare into yours, a mischievous glint in them. 

“Whatever I can’t finish,” you smile, leaning back in the couch. 

He shakes his head, reaching for the tv remote. The tv opens, and there’s Netflix on it. The both of you stay silent as he logs into his account, and soon, you see his homepage. 

Oh.

Oh. 

A series that you filmed recently released, and it was in the category of shows he was currently watching. 

It was the only show that was in there. And if you looked down, you could see some of your other movies in his watchlist. 

You snicker, glancing at Drew.

You don’t miss the redness forming on his ears, and his clenched jaw. His eyes stay glued to the screen, his hands clicking on the remote. “Someone’s a fan.”

“I share this account with my siblings,” he replies, eyes still glued to the screen. “They…they like you.”

Is he lying or being honest right now?

Either way, you feel good knowing he (or his siblings) like watching your shows. You don’t know if the movies are good or not, but at least someone’s watching them. 

You turn back to the screen, watching him scroll through the different lists of shows underneath. 

“These shows suck,” you mindlessly comment based on their covers. Truth was, you knew nothing about these shows. 

A loud scoff leaves Drew, and you watch the screen as he stops at Nottinghill.

“I met her once,” you brag, the words rolling off your tongue carelessly. 

“Of course,” he murmurs, pressing the play button before laying back and letting the credits roll. 

You feel a flash of irritation, but you keep it in check. Drew's comment is subtle, but the way his tone is makes it clear that he's not impressed by your fame or connections. 

“We talked a lot,” you mumble, eyes glued to the screen now, pretending to focus on the movie. “I have her personal number.”

His continued silence only seems to make the air thicker; the narration of the movie filling in for it. 

You glance over at him, catching him in the act of rolling his eyes—just barely, but it’s enough to get under your skin. His posture is so relaxed, as though he couldn’t care less. Maybe he really doesn’t care. 

A ding is heard; not from the movie. 

Drew stands up, walking to the door. 

You ignore the staff as he walks in to place the food on the living room table; at least, you try to. The staff keeps glancing over at you, with curious eyes. 

Drew sits down next to you, the staff leaving as soon as he’s done. 

You immediately reach for the wine over at Drew’s side of the table, but a gentle slap gets sent to your arm. “Ow,” you comment, to which Drew ignores, opening the bottle himself. 

“Let me do it,” he mumbles, pouring it into the wine glasses. 

He hands it to you, and when you stare into his eyes, the curl of your lips automatically goes up. 

“What a gentlemen,” you tease, taking the glass from him. You take a sip, the wine smooth and cool against your tongue, but your gaze never leaves his.

The familiar feeling of relief curses through your bones, comforting enough to feel like ‘home’. 

You glance at him; watching as his Adam’s apple throb as he drinks his. 

It’s awfully weird; this calm atmosphere.

Screw it, this whole day was weird. Crying in front of someone? Staying sober? Shit, you must be going nuts. 

Drew starts cutting the steak, and you watch as his biceps flex with every move. You try to focus on the movie, letting the smoothness of the wine distract you, but your eyes keep darting back to him.  

“That’s mine,” you whisper, poking his shoulder. It feels just like how it looks; firm and solid under your touch. 

You pull your hand back quickly, but the warmth from his skin lingers on your fingertips, making your pulse pick up.

Drew glances at you, his brow lifting, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What’s mine?" he asks, his voice low, teasing. His eyes flicker down to the steak, then back to you.

"The steak," you say, your voice a little sharper than you intended.

Drew shakes his head, pushing the cut steak over to your side of the table. He steals a fry, before redirecting his attention to the movie. 

You start eating, just realizing how famished you are.

Right now, Julia Roberts kisses Hugh Grant, after reclaiming the bag she forgot. 

You snicker at that; finding the plot boring and predictable. “It’s like she wants to get caught,” you murmur, reaching for the bottle of wine again. 

You lean forward, your body angling toward him, stretching just enough to grab the bottle from his side of the table.

As you do, you feel the heat of his presence behind you, his breath faint against your skin.

Your arm brushes his as you grab the bottle, and you catch the faintest scent of his shampoo. You pause just a second too long, fingers gripping the neck of the bottle. Fuck. 

You pull back quickly, pouring the wine into your glass. 

You can almost feel the weight of his gaze, even though he hasn’t said a word. 

Then, he speaks up, just as Hugh Grant apologies for his word choice of ‘surreal’. “Just..watch, it gets good.”

“That usually means it’s bad,” you shoot back, gulping the wine down. 

“Internet's’ not gonna like you for that,” he says. 

You hate how you chuckle at his lame joke, the sound slipping out before you can stop it. The pit of your stomach feels uncomfortable; an easy feeling flowing through you that for once, isn’t because of alcohol. 

“You enjoy this shit?” You ask instead, suppressing your smile. 

Drew’s eyes remain on the tv. “Guilty pleasure,” he mumbles between chews. 

“Really?” You fail to hide the skepticism in your voice, “this predictable, unrealistic shit?”

That makes Drew lean back, turning to face you. His blue eyes stare into yours in amusement, and there’s a slight curl on his lips. “Like your taste is any better.”

That makes you scoff, ready to challenge him back. 

Except…well, you don’t have a favorite movie genre. 

You don’t even have a favorite movie. 

The realization hits you in the gut, unexpectedly cold. You pause, your lips parting to respond, but your mind is blank.

What is your taste, anyway? An easy question, yet you can’t answer.

The tension in his eyes further adds to the ache, so you turn towards the movie. “Not this, for sure.”

There’s a long pause before Drew speaks up again, the screen now showing Hugh Grant going to visit her at a hotel, also a press event. “Thriller. Second best.”

You don’t respond; trying to drown out this conversation. Is he trying to needle you, or is he genuinely curious?

“I know a great thriller movie,” Drew presses, “we can watch it after this.”

No response. 

"I think you’ll like it," he says, quieter this time, but his words feel heavy, as if he's saying more than he means to.

Finally, you turn to look at him. His eyes are steady on you, and there’s something comforting in the way he’s watching you, like he’s not just offering a movie suggestion but a kind of unspoken support. 

It’s the same comfort from earlier today—the same softness in his gaze that almost makes you feel safe in a way you’re not used to.

“Better be good,” it sounds restrained, reflecting the feeling you have in your stomach. 

“The best,” he assures, a small smile slowly appearing on his face. The familiar feel of warmth coarse through you just like at the beach; all because of his simple smile.

You turn your gaze back to the movie, hoping to play it cool. That him spending time with you, is nothing. 

——

11:26 p.m

The Conjuring. You never thought much of it, shrugging as Drew pressed play. 

You figured you’d probably doze off halfway through, especially after two bottles of wine.

But you’re…wide awake, next to Drew, your gaze fixated on the screen. The camera focuses on a dark, deserted hallway of the haunted farmhouse.

You’re completely oblivious to how close Drew is. 

Who scooted closer was unclear; just that there was no space between you two. 

Drew could feel the tightness in your posture, the way your body stiffened with every creeping moment on screen. His arm brushed against yours, but neither of you moved away.

Suddenly, the camera zooms in on a cracked door. The tension builds as the whispers grow louder—until the door slams open and the spirit appears.

You gasp, and before you can even think, you bury your face in Drew’s shoulder, finding sanctuary in his arms.

The loud noise goes on, but you just press yourself deeper into his warmth. 

He freezes for a moment, caught off guard by your sudden movement. His gaze shifts to you, seeing your face pressed into his shoulder. 

For a split second, Drew just watches you, his chest tightening as he feels the way your lips, nose, cheeks, everything, brushes against his skin.

He stays still, caught somewhere between wanting to hold you closer, or move away. 

Then, a soft chuckle escapes him, as if breaking the tension. 

“Shit, you scared?” he teases. 

Realizing how close you are to him, you pull away, scooting back to your side of the couch. 

Drew catches the subtle shift, noticing the space that’s opened up between you.

And he almost wishes you hadn’t moved. 

You lift your chin, eyes darting to the TV screen, trying to act casual. 

“I’m not scared,” you mutter, your voice light but a little defensive. 

You try to steady your breath, glancing at the screen. But just as you do, the spirit’s face suddenly flashes across it, its hollow eyes staring directly at you.

You scream again, louder this time, and practically jump out of your seat. Heart racing, you grab for the cushion next to you, clutching it like a lifeline.

Drew watches you, and a chuckle escapes him, “right. You’re the bravest.”

You send him a glare, meeting the blue eyes of his through the dark. “Shut up,” you say, eyes flickering back to the screen. 

An amused grin tugs at his lips, his tongue pressing against his cheek. You’re hiding behind the cushion, eyes wide in fear as you stare at the screen.

After a beat, he speaks up, “I can’t watch this.”

He leans toward the remote, and when he clicks exit, there’s no fight from you. 

——

11:40 P.M

Andy makes his way upstairs with his new toys, the toys in his room freaking out. It’s his birthday party, and the thought of ‘newcomers’ send the toys into a full-blown panic attack. 

The toys scurry to hide, to return to their original places. 

You’re focused on the movie, and you find yourself more intrigued than you’d admit. It’s a children’s movie, but in your drunken state, everything feels a little more intense.

But you can feel something burning the side of your face, a warmth that doesn’t fade. Even when you sip your drink, it lingers.

Turning toward the source, you catch Drew’s gaze. He’s staring at you, intense and unwavering.

“Stop that,” you immediately say, eyebrows furrowing. 

“What?” He blinks, acting innocent. 

“Doing that—staring at me," you say, your tone sharp but betraying a hint of nervousness.

The door of Andy’s room bursts open, and something is placed on the bed, causing Woody to fall underneath the bed. 

“Hey- this part, this part’s good,” Drew comments, his attention back to the movie. 

You scoff, shaking your head before shifting your attention to the screen as well, “you’ve watched this before.”

“Yeah, and it never gets old,” he replies, and you could almost hear the smirk tugging on his lips. 

A new toy comes into the screen, one that’s in an astronaut suit. 

‘Buzz-Lightyear to Star Command, come in Star Command. Star Command, do you read me?’

You feel the same heat on the side of your face again, and turning once again, Drew’s staring at you. 

“Oh my god- stop staring!” You practically yell, the frustration in your voice unmistakable. You turn back to the screen, doing your best to ignore the heat creeping up your neck.

“Sorry- just wanna make sure you’re focused,” he murmurs, yet, he can’t pry his eyes away from you. 

As Woody and Buzz meet for the first time, Buzz freaking out and pointing out his laser, you can’t help but let out a light laugh.

Drew laughs too, but not because of the scene.

Woody proceeds to crash out about the ‘cool new toy’, and you’re still smiling, clearly enjoying the scene.

Drew notices the way your eyes light up with that simple joy, and for a second, he’s quiet. 

Then, he smirks, leaning a little closer, “you’re kinda- kinda like Woody.”

You lean back into your seat, a pleased smile spreading across your face, “Really? Because I’m such a hero?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “because you freak out just like that.”

Your smile drops at the sudden insult, and you quickly come up with something lame to save face, “well…well you’re such a…Mr Potato Head.”

Drew raises his eyebrows in amusement, the smirk on his lips only growing wider. 

“Because…because, you’re such a loser!” You hear it in your own mind, the lamest comeback to ever be said. 

‘To infinity…and beyond!’

His throaty laugh echoes through the room, adding to your embarrassed state. 

“Fuck off,” you murmur, hitting his shoulder. 

It doesn’t get him to stop, his chest vibrating with laughter. 

Annoyed and flustered, you turn your head to the movie, watching as Buzz makes the perfect landing on the bed. 

“Hey, don’t get me wrong,” he gives your shoulder a playful poke, his voice teasing, “I’m honored to be Mr. Potato Head.”

“Yeah right- getting teared apart every five seconds.”

“So you can pay attention,” Drew says, stretching his arm across the back of the couch, his hand brushing your shoulder.

“I am, so stop distracting me,” you say, your voice tinged with agitation.

He chuckles under his breath, and as the movie goes on, his eyes still find themselves attached to you, watching your every reaction. 

——

12:34 A.M

‘You are a cool toy!’ Woody exclaims, looking over at Buzz. Then, the realization slowly sinks in, ‘as a matter of fact, you’re too cool.’

‘I mean- I mean, what chance does a toy like me have against a Buzz Lightyear action figure?’

‘All I can do is…’ Woody pulls on the string behind his back, initiating his voice box that plays his most famous catchphrase. 

‘Why would Andy ever want to play with me when he’s got you?’

It’s a sad moment, sure, but not enough to jerk a tear out of you.

However, you do hear a sniffle beside you. 

The faintest kind, the kind that you think you might’ve hallucinated.

You turn back, seeing Drew fixed on the screen, but there’s a slight tightness around his jaw, and his eyes are shining. 

Shining with tears. 

“Are you- crying?” you ask, your voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.

He doesn’t look at you at first, his gaze glued to the screen, but the corners of his mouth twitch, and you can hear the slight hitch in his breath.

‘I should be the one strapped to the rocket.' 

“I’m- I'm not crying,” he mutters, though it’s clear from the way his voice shivers that he’s not fooling anyone.

Your gaze doesn’t leave Drew as you watch the slight tremble of his lips. A single tear slips down his cheek, betraying the tough act he’s putting on.

Your lips curl up in a teasing grin, and you happily exclaim, “you’re crying!” 

His eyes (teary eyes) meet yours, and he furrows his eyebrow, denying, “I’m not.”

“There’s a tear right here-“

“I’m not crying-“

“Please, you so are-“

“No-“

"You are!” you insist, leaning in and poking his cheek. His eyes narrow, the softness disappearing, replaced with a sharper look. “You’re a little bitch.”

Drew’s lips part, ready to say something, but you stop—just for a second. Your gaze lingers on his face, noticing how the tear glistens on his cheek, how his eyes, even with the sharpness, still hold something vulnerable.

You suddenly feel too close.

A flush creeps up your neck as you realize how pretty he looks like this, the mix of emotions playing across his features. Your teasing grin falters, and something gentler takes its place.

“…you’re…a little bitch,” you say, your voice softer now, trailing off. 

You don’t know why, but your heart races, caught in the intensity of being so close to Drew.

Sure, you’ve shared tight spaces before, but this… feels different. 

This time, it’s real. 

No cameras, no crowd, just the two of you, alone in this moment.

Maybe it’s the alcohol in your veins, or just purely Drew, or something else entirely, but you’re convinced you should kiss him.

Kiss. Drew.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips, noticing how red and plump they look in the dim light due to his soft crying. 

Then back into his eyes- and how they stare deeply into yours. 

You close your eyes, leaning in, heart pounding as you brace yourself for the contact you’re certain will change everything.

Then—ding. 

The doorbell rings, cutting through the tension like a cold splash of water.

Your eyes snap open, and you jump to your feet, the sudden rush of clarity sobering you up.

Shit, shit, shit. 

“I’ll- I’ll get it,” you force out, your voice a little more high-pitched than you intended.

You don’t look back as you head to the door, not even bothering to check who it is. Your mind’s still buzzing from the near-kiss, and you just need something to pull you out of the tension.

When you open the door, it’s the second round of room service. 

You let the staff in, unloading the food onto the table. 

You stand there by the doorway, suddenly hyper-aware of your senses. Your heartbeat feels too loud in your chest, and the sound of the movie starts to feel suffocating.

You almost kissed Drew. Drew? Out of anyone, are you serious?

“Y/n?”

You blink, snapping out of your thoughts to realize Drew’s still seated on the couch, his eyes fixed on you.

It’s also when you realized the staff left, and you shut the door lightly. 

“Yeah?” you ask, trying to act normal, though your voice feels tight. You’re standing awkwardly in the doorway, the last few moments replaying in your mind.

Drew tilts his head slightly, studying you, a small smile playing on his lips. He doesn’t move from the couch, just watches you from where he’s sitting. 

“You good?” His voice is low, almost playful, but you can tell there’s an undercurrent to it—something more serious.

“Yeah…” you force out, your voice sounding more unsure than you want it to. You look away, avoiding his gaze for a second, your eyes flicking to the food, to anything that can distract you from this.

It doesn’t help with how naked his upper body is. 

“Then come back, back to my side,”

He almost purrs, while his hands mix the sauce of the pasta. His biceps flex with every slow stir. It’s almost hypnotic, the way his arm moves, but you quickly look away.

You hesitate for a moment, but the gentleness in his tone pulls you toward him. 

Quietly, you walk over, and sit down on the other side of the couch, the space between you two wide again.

The table full of foods sitting between you now, and the movie’s playing, but your attention is still fractured.

The silence stretches.

A push of plate across the table echos through the room, and it’s the plate of pasta that Drew just mixed. 

The pasta that you ordered. 

You steal a glance at him, his jaw tight as he focuses on the tv. 

Your breath catches. You should say something. Anything.

You look down at the plate. The pasta looks perfectly mixed—cheese and sauce swirled in just the right way. It’s simple, but it feels oddly... thoughtful.

A knot in your stomach tightens, in a way you’re not used to. 

And so you reach for the bottle of wine, finding it the perfect solution to these weird thoughts you’re having. 

The warmth of the liquid as it swirls in your glass is a small comfort, something to hold onto while your mind races.

You take a slow sip of the wine, the bitterness slipping down your throat, trying to ignore the way your thoughts keep circling back to Drew. 

Your eyes fixate on the screen, watching Buzz sit at a tea party with Sid’s little sister.

There's something unspoken between the two of you, a silent agreement that whatever almost happened is just... off the table. 

An agreement to act like that moment never existed, and neither of you is going to bring it up. Not now, not later. 

It’s gonna be locked away somewhere, sealed off behind a wall neither of you are willing to tear down, even though the tension lingers in the room, thick as ever.

Instead, the movie plays on in the background, the clinking of silverware and the occasional chuckle at the screen filling the gaps where words should’ve been.

——

1:03 A.M

After Toy Story and way too many bottles of wine, you’ve officially fallen asleep. 

Your gentle snores catch Drew’s attention, and he glances over at you. It’s the way you’re curled up on the couch, eyes closed, breaths steady, lips slightly opened that draws him in. 

He watches you for a moment, not wanting to disturb you. 

Drew replays everything from today, his mind circling back to how it all felt too real.

The ‘date,’ if you could even call it that, the movie marathon, the way it all seemed to blur together in a mix of laughter and quiet moments. 

But then there was the almost-kiss, too. He can’t stop thinking about it.

If there were no interruptions, he definitely would have kissed you. 

And then there's the memory that stays with him, sharp and vivid—the way you looked, eyes red and teary, standing in the raining beach. Your crying wasn't ugly, not at all, but it hit him in a way he didn’t expect. 

Even through the storm, he could see your vulnerability, raw and open.

He’s careful not to disturb the stillness as he reaches for the remote. He turns the TV off, the soft click almost echoing into the room. 

A soft sigh escapes your lips, your head tilting slightly against the armrest. Even in your sleep, your brow is furrowed, that familiar expression Drew's come to know so well— you're either annoyed, confused, or tangled up in some unwelcome thought.

Without thinking twice, he shifts closer, leaning in just enough to carefully slip his arms under you. One hand slides under your knees, the other curling around your back. 

He lifts you with surprising ease, trying not to jostle you too much.

You stir slightly, but your eyes don’t open. 

His heart skips a beat at the way your body relaxes against him, even though you’re asleep. Your head rests against his chest, and he finds himself pausing, feeling the weight of you in his arms. 

The closeness, the softness of your breath against his chest, makes him feel oddly protective, in a way he’s not sure he understands.

He carries you to the bedroom, and when he finally sets you down on the bed, he tucks the blankets around you, making sure you’re comfortable. 

He lingers for just a moment, watching your peaceful expression, before he steps back, quietly leaving the room.

And when Drew sits back down on the couch, he knows for sure that after today, something shifted. 

Something, that he hates to admit, has shifted inside of him. 

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: this chapter took me wayyy too long to write T_T anyway, this is my attempt at writing a movie marathon

and yes, this story has plot holes which i chose to ignore

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One of the benefits attained from the element

“Acknowledgment of the Favour (al-minna) of Alläh” - It prevents the heart from feeling egoistic about the good deeds performed because when a person acknowledges and affirms that Alläh, Most High, is the One who guided the servant to Him and that it is His favour upon the servant that he is a believer,

he will consequently not be fascinated by his good deeds or even feel superior to other people because of that;

therefore all such debased feelings are instantly removed from his heart and so neither does he talk about them nor feel better than others because of them; and this is the nature of any accepted good deed.

'Risalatu ibn al-Qayyim ila' Ahadi Ikhwawanihi' [(Heartfelt advice to a friend- Imăm ibn Qayyim al-Jawziyyah (d. 751H)] Chapter9, P.no: 54

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well hello there,

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Table of contents.

1.LUISXREADER : (finished).

chapter1

chapter2

chapter3

chapter4

chapter5

chapter6

chapter7

chapter8

chapter9

2.KRAUSERXREADER : (finished)

chapter1

chapter2

chapter3

chapter4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

3.RE ONE SHOTS

leonxreader : moonlight

carlosxreader: a former love

luisxreader: not so dangerous curiosity

4. HEADCANNONS

jack krauser 1

5.STREET FIGHTER ONE SHOTS

jamie siuxreader : midnight embrace

jamie siuxreader : whispered teasing

6.RANDOM CONTENTSxREADER

dalton lambert x reader : os the artist secret

7. MORTAL KOMBAT OS.

johnny cage x reader : unveiled passion

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Corrupted by Darkness

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A/N: hello … sorry for not updating, but I was busy with life tbh. But here it is and I finally have some ideas and motivation again to continue this story ^^ so I try to update more in the future :) thank you all so sooooo much for all of your feedback and the Votes - it means so much to me and I'm so thankful that you’re supporting me <3 

Noctis POV

I was shocked, I did not knew how to act or what to say. 

I haven't seen those eyes in centuries and now they are starring up at me. 

A nostalgic feeling rushes though my veins. All the good memories we shared, when humans and fae weren't even in their early stages, come back to my mind. Her eyes were full of joy, hope and light. I could stare at them for ages and get lost in the thousands of universes they showed. When the first fae walked this earth she was enlightened, happy to help them with their needs and they worshipped her. I knew it was wrong, I knew that things could turn, yet I couldn't bring myself to stop her, seeing her so happy was all I wished for, 

But now, those eyes hold nothing from that light anymore. All those years spent in isolation made her go mad, made her loose any sense of what's right and what's wrong. 

Nea... even though she took control of her body, she has to be in there somewhere. 

Reaching through the bond, I try to find just some glimpse of her, but all I see - or all Sanguis shows me - are memories... memories of all those dying humans and fae, how she burned them alive, showing me how much fun she had doing it. 

I couldn't control myself anymore. Rage clouds my mind, rage that I held in my heart for all those centuries. A rage i once held against myself, blaming myself for all the wrongs which happened. Now that I feel how much she enjoyed it, how much she enjoys torturing and using Nea's body... It all shifts to her and I can't stop the fire inside of me. 

Something blue catches my eye and in less than a second my flames hit the ground, where Sanguis stood just before. 

Azriel? Why would he be here and save Sanguis?

No... No... not Sanguis. Nea. 

Immediately my mind becomes crystal clear and I realized what I did. Sanguis couldn't burn... but Nea can. 

Sanguis knew exactly what would happen if she keeps on provoking me, trying to get me to kill Nea... something she can't do apparently, otherwise I'm sure she would have done it herself. 

Her powers... when she settled in Nea's body all those years ago, she must have accidentally given her some of her powers - Sanguis would have never allowed her to be able to control her blood manipulation skills. It's an ancient power which only runs in her family. 

But if she lost some of her powers, that means... 

Taking a deep breath I channel all of my powers into this one command I thought I've never say to her. 

"LEAVE"

Power rushes through me, into the bond and straight into Nea's soul. 

I was right. Sanguis was weaker that she used to be. Immediately the ghost of a white dragon leaves her body and flys out into the sky. 

"So you choose her?" A whisper of her voice echos though the wind. 

'I do.' I think to myself and close my eyes. Deep inside of my heart, I knew that I lost her now, even though I may have lost the real her all those centuries ago. 

But now, something inside of me shatters and I feel our connection crumble until there is nothing left. 

A pain I've never felt before, consumes every cell of my brain and I cry out. 

The ground and the mountains around us shake, rocks start falling to the ground, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop until l there was nothing left anymore. No pain, no hope, no light, just darkness. 

Darkness and a small little light, showing me that at least I didn't lost my bond to Nea. 

As I open my eyes again, I see various humans rushing from the college towards us, next to me crouching over two lifeless bodies, is Rhysand and some other Illyrian Fae. 

The two body's belong to Nea and Azriel. 

But no... she can't be dead. I can still feel our bond. 

Desperately I look for it inside of my mind, look for the small light - but it's not there anymore. 

Darkness rushes out of me, surrounding the whole college. 

I killed her. 

Sanguis won.

Xadens POV 

'WAKE UP NOW' Sgaeyl screams. 

My bed shakes, the walls around me shake, the whole college seems to shake. 

And the there is this deep roar shaking up every vessel inside if my body. 

Jumping out of the bed and grabbing my jacket I sprint out of the room. There is only one dragon powerful enough get the whole college shake. 

Small pieces of stone fall onto my head, other riders rush out of their rooms, horror written on their faces. 

"Xaden!" Garrick and Bodhi run towards me while I make my way out into the night. 

"What is happening?" Bodhi asks and sprints down the corridor next to me. 

"Noctis." I scream over the voices of the other students. 

"Are you sure?" Garrick asks as we finally set our foot on the grass outside and see the whole disaster. 

The college is breaking down. 

"If he doesn't stop now, we're all going to be buried under rocks here." Bodhi whispers, fear shown in his eyes. And he was right. One of the towers starts to slide towards the ground we are standing on. 

"Oh no.. no no no-" Garrick grabs my arm and drags me backwards. 

But before the tower falls to the ground, Noctis stops. 

"What the hell" Liam, who arrived next to us with Imogen, Rhi and the others, voices what we are all thinking. 

'Sgaeyl?'

'I'm fine, they are on the flying grounds.' 

"Where's Nea?" Rhi asks and looks at me, "She wasn't in her room, I thought maybe she was with you.." her voice is laced with panic as she realizes that Nea wasn't with me. 

"Flying Ground." I reply. 

But when I'm about to start running again, darkness wraps around us. 

Pure Darkness. 

I lift my hand, holding it right in front of my face but my eyes aren't able to see anything. 

It's a kind of darkness I've never seen before. 

I scream out for the others, but nothing. 

There is no sound.

Nothing. 

Searing my mind, I try to find the door connecting me to Nea, yet it's gone. 

'No.. No, No.. - Sgaeyl, tell me this isn't the reason for his outburst.'

'I'm so sorry... I - I don't know. We're stuck in the same dark as you are.' Her voice is barely a whisper inside of my head. 

'Is it shielding our magic too?' 

'It is.' 

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