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Monster March 2023 Day 7- Minotaur Part 3

The Rut

Almost there, part 4 is that sweet lemoney goodness. But this is still super sweet and fluffy.

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 promptlist as well as @catbatart for theirs too.

Part 3

Big Bad Lawyer

You barely managed to survive your day, and you had to skip lunch and barely take five minutes to wolf down a quick power bar in the bathroom because each client had extra issues. All of them had drop tines, or crazy intricate and complicated brow palms and top palms and bez’ for your caribou clientele. Your moose clients had gigantic main palms and brow palms where you had to use something of a curved ice scraper on them and you were sure your hands were forever going to stay greasy and oily despite wearing gloves for every client, a few of them, having to change your gloves a couple times and empty your velvet box and it was just one big blur of velvet. And so you of course, felt like you were always running late and behind and even took in an emergency appointment.

But by the time you were done, it was just you and Macy left as Dick Rick was still waiting in his car in the row of spaces meant for the spa in the front. Especially since Macy insisted that if he didn’t have an appointment or was not going to buy anything, he had no other business in the spa and had threatened that if he would not leave, the police would be called to make him leave and that he would be black listed from the spa, should he continue to “harass” the specialists there.

But here in the parking space, watching the spa like a hawk. Then you and Macy walked your last client to the door and locked it behind him once you got him checked out.

“Should I call the police?” Macy asked as you both eyed Rick’s car with weary skepticism from a distance that you hoped he couldn’t see you from his vantage.

“Well, this morning he claimed he had a job opening for me at his “new spa”. Did he actually give you or the other receptionists anything to that effect or not?” You asked.

“Yes.” Macy confirmed before she walked back to the desk and handed over the manila envelope before you took out the clearly- printed off a cheap printer- paper that had all kinds of flashy gimmicky symbols and none of the same font and it looked more like a flier than anything before you quickly got a pen and wrote ‘no thank you, not interested.’ with a scrawl of your name before you put it back in.

“He’s not going to take that no very well.” Macy predicted.

“No he’s not, that’s why I’m hoping I can call in a favor to make him accept it.” You said before you pulled Bauvar’s business card out of your pocket and called him up.

“Hello?” Bauvar asked after the second ring.

“Hey Bauvar, it’s Bianca from The Velvet Spa, is that offer of being a bid bad lawyer still good?” You asked hopefully.

“Of course. Do I need to head down there?” He asked.

“At your earliest convenience, yes please.” You confirmed.

“I’ll be there in ten.” He offered.

“Thanks.” You thanked him gratefully.

“Bauvar? Who’s that?” Macy asked once you hung up the phone.

“You know that new caribou minotaur I had yesterday? Bauvar Leopold?” You prompted.

“Oh you mean the same handsome guy who dropped you off at the door this morning who was a last minute first timer?” Macy grinned mischievously.

“Yes. Well, he was at Caribou Coffee when Dick Rick caught up with me. He agreed to pretend to be my boyfriend to Dick Rick to keep Dick Rick at bay. And he’s a lawyer and when I tried to tell Dick Rick I had a noncompete, which, I am contemplating having him draw up, just to say I have one, but I wouldn’t have anyone else here sign one. Thankfully Bauvar picked up on that and used that to help me escape Dick Rick’s clutches.” You revealed as Macy hummed excitedly.

“Oooh, so is he coming to have a second act to it? At least the boyfriend part too? In addition to “The Big Bad Lawyer”, which did sound hella sexy, just sayin.” Macy asked.

“Yup. He offered that if Dick Rick kept harassing me, he’d happily step in, for the big favor of getting him in and taken care of so quickly.” You explained.

“Nice. So I take it, you want me to play along too?” Macy asked.

“Please?” You requested.

“Girl I got you.” Macy reassured you.

“Thanks.” You thanked her gratefully as you both pretended to wind things down and get ready to leave as it seemed Dick Rick then creeped his car closer and closer to the building until he was parked right behind the handicap parking spot.

“Subtlety is not in this guy’s vocabulary is it?” You snorted derisively.

“Nope.” She offered as you both waited on Bauvar to arrive.

“Oh, hold the phone, god damn.” Macy crooned when Bauvar drove into the next parking space with a much nicer car, in another good looking suit and the moment he got out of the car, you and Macy smiled happily at him.

“Hey Sweetie, you ready to go get dinner?” Bauvar asked just as Rick got out of his car and approached once you met Bauvar at the door.

“Yup.”

“But I thought you two were going to look at my offer together?” Rick asked skeptically.

“Oh yes, here was his offer.” You offered the manila envelope over to Bauvar who took it out and looked it over but frowned deeply at it.

“What- in the phony three dollar bill looking offer is this?” Bauvar immediately scoffed at it.

“It’s not phony, how dare you!” Rick began to argue before Bauvar simply reached out, lowered his head so his antlers would collide with Rick’s to get Rick to take a step back as Bauvar soon stood between you and Macy and Rick and every time Rick tried to side step him, Bauvar would advance him further and further back.

“Oh really? Let’s prove it.” Bauvar challenged before he got his phone out and called the number on the sheet on speaker and immediately got a ‘this line has been disconnected’ message before he outright looked on the Better Business Beaurer’s list of businesses and it wasn’t even listed as a business.

“What kind of shady charlatan shit is this? If this was a real business, the phone wouldn’t be disconnected and the address wouldn’t be to the damn coffee shop down the street! You really did just smack a bunch of shit together in a Word Document and expect it to pass as genuine offer? No. This, is literally false advertising and you can get your ass sued for this shit. The firm I work for- is a firm who sues assholes like you for trying to copycat other businesses and do things like this. Plus this is a direct conflict of interest and a direct violation of Bianca’s noncompete, which I looked over and is iron clad with not a loophole in sight. Now lets look at the very place you’re trying to copycat here, if I look this up on the BBB’s website, I’ll bet you twenty bucks we’ll find it’s the real deal.” Bauvar challenged before you and Macy looked at each other worriedly.

“Honey, no, I’m so hungry and so tired, I just want to go pick up a pizza and go home. I already turned it down. Come on Babe.” You called after him.

“It’ll only take a minute,” Bauvar insisted before you got back and ripped the paper from his grasp and shoved it into Rick’s chest.

“Richard Burke, I am declining your offer of employment. I’m perfectly happy where I am and with how much I make doing it. I’m not interested in it, or you or anything else you could possibly offer me. And I swear to every god, that if you do not leave me alone, I will not only ban you from the spa, I will black list you and then I will get Bauvar to file a restraining order against you. Please, leave me alone. I don’t know how many times or how many ways I need to tell you ‘no’ for you to get the hint that I’m not interested in you or having anything to do with you. Please, go home or go anywhere else other than where I work, where I live and stay away from my friends and family. I have been more than kind and patient and professionally polite but that line ends here. Please, go away and leave me and mine alone.” You firmly insisted before you turned around to walk away from him, but he gave chase.

“So what does this place have that whatever spa I could open up wouldn’t have?” Rick yelled after you.

“A soul! Integrity, honesty, transparency, continuity, stability, a good reputation, pick any or all of those things. I have worked far too hard and for far too long to have poachers like you try to scavenge off of me.” You said as you turned around and continued to walk backwards towards Bauvar and Macy.

“But it’s a spa! All you are is a cog in the wheel to them!” Rick hotly argued.

“So? What’s it to you? Why should you care?” You asked rhetorically.

“But you’d be a co-owner if we opened up our own place!” Rick yelled.

“Why would I want to be a co-owner with you when I already am the sole owner of this?!” You finally snapped as you gestured to the spa before Rick gasped in shock.

“No, no, that other red deer-taur chick is the owner.” Rick tried to argue as he gestured to her picture in the display picture.

“I am not going to argue with you about this any more. You can believe whatever you want to believe. Now, you will either leave or I’m calling the cops to escort you off the premises, because you are no longer welcome here.” You declared.

“You don’t have the authority…” Rick tried to argue as Macy was already on the phone with the cops.

“Try me.” You challenged before in only a few more moments the cops came.

“My name is Bianca Boven, and I’m the sole proprietor of this business and this person is stalking me and harassing me. I’d like him removed and to file a restraining order.” You urged the cops as Bauvar just stared in shock at the BBB’s website that listed you as the sole owner and proprietor and felt- if anything, supremely humbled by that fact.

“And I’m Bauvar Leopold, I work with…” Bauvar offered as he showed his ID and business card as he and Macy both gave testimony of Rick’s harassment before Rick just glared hatefully and spitefully at you as he was escorted off the premises and threatened to be towed from his parking spot.

“Sorry to drag you into this.” You offered to Bauvar once the police left once Rick was escorted away as Bauvar at least walked you back to your car that was parked in the parking garage behind the building as he was happy to ride up the elevator with you to where you and Macy had parked near the top of the parking garage.

“It’s ok. I’m happy I could help. I’ll get the restraining order at least squared away first thing tomorrow.” Bauvar noted as he walked with you to see where you and Macy had parked together before Macy quickly walked ahead and got in her car to drive home for the night, sensing you were pretty safe in Bauvar’s company.

“Thank you. Please, don’t forget to bill me for your services.” You reminded him.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He waived off.

“Well, you’re a lawyer, that’s your bread and butter isn’t it?” You proposed.

“Nope, my bread and butter is suing corporations for false advertising, and malpractice.” Bauvar offered.

“Oh, ok then.” You chuckled with a grimace and shake of your head.

“So I sincerely doubt I’d ever see you or your business.” He offered.

“I would hope not. I try really hard to avoid both.” You offered.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He nodded.

“Well, thanks for this, I owe you.” You offered.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He repeated.

“Just take the IOU as a professional courtesy.” You insisted with a laugh.

“Fine, fine, don’t twist my antlers.” He smiled as he ducked his head down as his ears laid back a bit bashfully before you took a step forward and kissed him right on the side of his cheek and muzzle before you booped his nose and quickly took the two more steps towards your car door but hesitated to get in as he started laughing despite his own cheeks, that you could practically see blushing through the fine fur all over them.

“You booped my nose!” He covered his face with his hands to hide his otherwise flushed and flustered state as you laughed with him.

“I did.” You confirmed.

“I thought my grandma would be the only one to boop my nose after like, elementary school.” He admitted as his tears had started to bring a tear or two to his eyes as he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles because he had practically dissolved into a laughing fit himself.

“Well, now, you’ve been booped, as an adult, how does it feel?” You asked.

“It’s not fair.” He insisted as he just shook his head but his smile was absolutely precious and particularly bright and beautiful.

“Why isn’t it fair?” You asked with a tilt of your head as you turned to face him before he closed the distance between you.

“Because it probably won’t be the same if I tried to boop your nose.” He offered.

“You can try.” You leaned towards him, with your nose presented to him before he reached forward and booped it which got you to giggle.

“Better?” You asked.

“Almost.” He admitted as he was just about to try to kiss you, before his phone chimed as did yours.

“Sorry, I gotta go, and tuck the kids into bed. Thanks for this and thanks for your help today, I really appreciated it.” You thanked him before you opened the door to your big SUV and got in.

“You’re welcome, yeah, get home and get to the family. I guess I should have asked if you had a husband or boyfriend who would mind if I played boyfriend huh?” He realized.

“Actually, there isn’t one. So don’t worry about that.” You offered with a bittersweet smile and subtle shake of your head as his heart broke to know that you were trying to raise a family all on your own and could only hope that the ungrateful bastard was at least paying good child support.

“Well, in that case, would you mind if we played this charade again? I have a social thing at the office next weekend and we’re expected to bring a plus one because the president of the company is throwing it with his wife. Would you mind pretending to be my girlfriend for it? Because usually at these things, the ones who try to fuck their way to the top come out en force and I really don’t want to be a target for the social ladder climber.” He admitted.

“Uh, next weekend? What day?” You asked.

“Saturday night?” He answered with a slight grimace.

“What time?” You asked.

“It’s at 7.” He answered.

“Yeah I could swing that. You could pick me up from here and drop me off here after.” You volunteered.

“Thank you so much.” Bauvar blew out a breath of relief.

“So how fancy is this shindig? Formal? Black tie?” You asked.

“Uh, business formal.” He answered.

“Yeah, I can do that. Text me the details so we can color coordinate.” You offered and smiled when his own smile brightened quite a bit.

“Will do.” He nodded.

“Goodnight Beaver.” You teased which got him to laugh again, because even though he usually hated that mispronunciation of his name, he appreciated your sense of humor regardless.

“Goodnight Beautiful Bianca.” He offered in kind and grinned when you rolled your eyes and shook your head before you got into the vehicle and started it up and waived goodbye at him before you went home.

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alkaysani · 2 years ago

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Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or a few), and share it! Then tag 10 people.

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1. love finds a way

He feels a soft touch against his hand then, and he blinks, turning to find Eddie smiling at him. His hand is on his hand, and Buck gulps, before he’s moving his hand under, and he watches as Eddie’s eyes flicker for a moment, unsure.

Until he realizes that Buck’s not pulling away, but opening his palm up, intertwining their fingers together. Eddie’s breath hitches then, and he smiles.

2. to watch someone you love (come home)

“Yeah? Well, it was your girlfriend that didn’t want to eat my food,” Eddie returns with a shit-eating grin, putting the food on the coffee table, as Buck lays his head back with a sigh.

“Ex-girlfriend,” he mutters uselessly and Eddie snorts, sitting beside him finally, his thigh pressed against his.

“Thank God for small blessings.”

3. what we deserve

“You okay for us to stay here? I gotta work on the deck, while these two have fun without us,” he says, side-eying Chris then, and making him giggle. His dad blinks only once, before nodding.

“Of course,” he says, and there’s a smile on his face that Eddie is still not used to seeing. At least, not directed at him in his adult life. He can’t help but wonder if they’ll continue to be good the way they are when they’re alone. What if it’s just the momentum of seeing each other for the first time since El Paso? What if it’s just this first day and then it’s back to how it was before? Did his dad mean any of it so far, or is he just placating Eddie? But before he can get too deep into it, he feels a nudge on his knee and comes back to Chris is calling his name.

4. this heart of mine

Joe knows he’ll be stuck on that for a while, so fundamentally entrenched in the pain the betrayal caused. Because there is always a choice. There is always a choice for people, to do good. To do the right thing. To do what is kind, and generous. If he digs into his very own memories as a child, he can feel the teachings of his mother and father: that in our hearts light and kindness we can give to the world, it is up to us how we choose to share it.

5. to forget is to remember, to cherish

Andy takes him by the arm then, and with promises to be back within a month’s time, they go away together, and Joe lets himself be swept away in his sister’s presence. Let’s himself drown in it, because he knows one day, she’ll be a memory. And if their life were to continue beyond more than what they have already been blessed with, then one day, he’ll forget her face, her laughter, her joy.

6. let’s right, these wrongs, together

“You made me believe you were gone. My whole family. Our friends. They all—Fuck, Nicolo, how could you?” he whimpers, and Nicky deserves it. He deserves it all.

7. in parts, i fall, in love

“Here, let me hold that for you.”

Joe hands over his glasses with his only free hand, the other clutching the ever-melting ice bag over his face as he walks.

“’Dank you.” Great, now he sounds like Kermit the frog. He glances at Nicolo who gives him a weak smile, walking beside him, one hand on Joe’s elbow, the other holding the rest of their things.

8. hand-shaped bruise

They are afraid of anything they cannot understand, even if benefits them. So they stay away and leave the Prince alone in his castle.

9. beautiful, i see you

“I’d be staring at myself too if I had your face,” he says, smoothly, and Joe’s mouth drops open and he swears his face is going to fall off it feels so warm. Then the man’s own face flushes red then, but instead of being frozen like him, he steps forward and tilts his head at him.

10. baby immortal research

"I could survive this drop."

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twistedhxart · 2 years ago

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I tagged 2,278 of my posts in 2022

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#/it's more like about what is happening in this verse and not much about their relationship :/ i'm sorry i'm not good at this apparently ://

My Top Posts in 2022:

Kyle’s Birthday

@crew-from-capulet

Lian has never had such a hard time picking out a birthday gift for someone. Not because he didn't know what Kyle liked, but because he seemed like someone who had already been given every gift imaginable. And if no one had given it to him, he had certainly already fulfilled it himself in his long life.

It was difficult, but Lian tried to focus on where he came from, where he was born. Something from his homeland. Maybe he would be able to give him a little joy with it.

When his birthday came, though Kyle was still in bed, sleeping longer than him as usual, he waited in the kitchen where he prepared the coffee, his gift, decorated with ribbons, placed on the table.

Turning around when he heard footsteps coming from the bedroom, Lian smiled at him, wrapping his arms around his still sleepy figure. "Hey love, you know what day it is, right?" he whispered softly in his ear before pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Happy birthday, Kyle." Lian cradled him in his arms a little more before letting go and looking into his tired but beautiful face. "No gray hair yet." he joked, brushing strands of hair out of his forehead with his finger.

Walking around him, he took his gift and held it out to him. It was a framed picture with a white background and a circle in the center depicting a starry sky with all its constellations at the time of Sparta. At the time he had grown up, the place he came from. It was the best he could come up with and hoped he liked it.

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The darkness within you

Closed starter for @cicero-the-assassin

As he approached, the guards stepped aside, assigned to the dungeons in the lowest part of the castle, their spears at the ready and clad in armor that should not be harmed by the deadly claws of a monster.

"Do not step too close to the bars, your majesty. A spell will keep the monster at bay, but be careful nonetheless."

Conláed nodded to the man who spoke to him and then stepped past them, into a long corridor of cells reserved for those who were against the kingdom and its laws. In one of the cells, at the very back, they had captured someone who was not entirely unknown to the kingdom; quite the opposite. In the ranks of the undead, the vampires, he was considered the highest, the most powerful. He was something like their ruler, their king. Since the vampires detested humans and killed them for their blood, his father had no intention of being gentle with them either.

Now that they had Lucio in their clutches, it was up to Conláed to identify him as that, after being slyly attacked by him. A long gash from one of his deadly claws still adorned his left arm, but it would heal.

That he had survived the attack, however, the prince had not only pure luck to owe. Even during the fight, something had stirred within him, giving him unspeakable strength with which it had managed to put him to flight. The darkness in him.

It was only today that his father's men had succeeded in arresting Lucio and putting him in heavy chains.

Stopping in front of his cell, Conláed took a look inside. He didn't need to step any closer to be able to say that it was him. The long black hair that curled around his pale face and his slender figure gave him away right away.

What they would do to him, he did not know yet. However, releasing him again was not an option.

"I'm guessing that wasn't your plan when you decided to attack me... vampire." His voice was serious, firm, and he waited until the creature stirred to answer him.

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A gesture of gratitude

Closed starter for @cicero-the-assassin

Two weeks had passed since their first and last meeting. During this time, Lian had repeatedly glanced at the piece of paper on which Lucio had left his name and number. Several times he had considered sending him a message, but then he remembered that he didn't know exactly what the content of that message should be.

If he wanted them to meet again, he had to make sure they did something together, right? Going out to dinner was actually often the best thing to do when you didn't know each other that well yet, but he also didn't want Lucio to get it wrong when he invited him and paid for his meal.

Staring at the screen of his phone and the open chat box, Lian's head rattled. But before he could finally think of anything, he had already written and sent the message:

[TXT]: Hey Lucio, it's Lian. You gave me your number so we could stay in touch. How have you been?

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Kyle: in my dreams

"You know, we can have that in real life. Still, I'm interested in the details of your dream."

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My #1 post of 2022

“I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

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ask-lee-twdg · 2 years ago

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scarred-by-monsters:

She groaned, closing her eyes again, and crossing her arms. She was still upset. Her father had managed to fuck up her life again, and quite possibly the life of her baby. They was in a danger zone. Ash and Lee both knew it and it made her antsy.

She would have preferred a C-section, rather than the water birth; and she wasn’t happy about the fact that it wasn’t happening.

She wasn’t happy about a lot at the moment, and the spiral all went back to her sperm donor and the fact that he had appeared on her doorstep. She wanted to know how he had found her and why he thought he could simply barge into her life again.

Ash grit her teeth, gripping her arms tighter. She may have wanted to know, but she didn’t need to know. Fuck him and if this baby didn’t make it; he would be in a giant world of legal hurt.

“ Lee, if something happens and I don’t make it. I want you to sue my sperm donor for every cent he has left.” She finally said, gripping her arms tighter. “ if i survive and the baby doesn’t, same thing. This is all his fault.”

“We aren’t going to need to do that.” Lee said firmly, squeezing her arm as a contraction spiked the monitor again. He gulped and sent out a soft ‘shh’ of support, linking their hands so she could squeeze it if needed.

“You’re gonna be fine, our little man is gonna be fine… you’ve had your pain meds, your epidural… compared to Sophie’s birth this’ll be a cake walk, I promise. And, hey, at least this time we’re married, huh? No more last-name confusion.”

Of course, he couldn’t promise that. No one could. But he had to hold onto something.

He stood and grabbed his cup of coffee, taking a tiny sip (enough that he wasn’t drinking too much to make his wife feel jealous or to make her thirsty) and then grabbed Ash’s ice chips, offering them to her. “Here… gotta stay hydrated…” He urged.

Just as he put the cup down, the door swung open, and in walked Ash’s doctor. She was a short woman with a kind face and a gentle smile, clutching her clipboard to her chest. “Mrs. Everett. I see baby decided to bring their grand entrance forward a month.” She chuckled with a cocked brow. “How are you feeling? I hope our nurses have been treating you well.”

#Scarredbymonsters

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 3 years ago

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Vantalaður Ást

Ivar Lothbrok x F!Reader

Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

A/N: I need to apologise for my tardiness with this chapter!! Life (kids) is just full on. Also I’m in the middle of writing an essay for my degree and I rest by coming on tumblr reblogging about 20 different moods from 5 different fandoms and I vanish again 🤣 so apologies! (Also I’ve been caught up in another 2 AUs but let’s not talk about that now!)

Warnings: this chapter is triggering. Ivar is a warning on his own but we also have drug mention, overdose, hospital mention, aggression, miscommunication and all bad things!

Word Count: 2393

Tagging: @ivarisms @majesticwren @acrossthesestars (thank you for betaing!) @a-bang-for-your-bucky @youbloodymadgenius @kaybee87 @punkrocknpearls @istorkyou @smears-and-spots @bulmabhadie @southernbe @ironynoticony if you would like to be added or taken off the tag list just let me know 👌🏻

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The next day you were staring at a white door. The corridor was empty and an identical door was sitting further down the hallway on the opposite wall. Your feet shifted nervously as you tried to stamp down your trepidation. Part of you was screaming not to do this but you knew it needed to happen. This conversation was a long time coming.

You knocked, the sound of it echoed in the empty hallway and you held your breath. It had been a few days since you’d spoken to Ivar and today was a day off for you, so you decided to break the ice. He’d been so withdrawn and tetchy since Floki had left and you wanted him to open up so you could help him through it. But you knew Ivar well enough to know this could go one of two ways, either he’d let you in and listen to what you had to say with a shrug and maybe tell you enough to keep you happy or….he’d fight you with fire.

The door swung open and he glared at you for a moment before turning away. You gingerly stepped inside and closed it softly behind you, suddenly even more nervous about how you were going to broach this entire subject the right way. He was in a baggy t-shirt and joggers, his camera and laptop abandoned on the table and you wondered if he’d touched them recently. Even his guitar was jammed in a corner, a hoodie thrown over it so he didn’t have to look at it. Sadness speared your heart, stealing your breath for a moment that he’d been hurting alone all this time. Why did he do it? Moving into the kitchen you emptied the bag of snacks you’d brought and busied yourself making a coffee.

He was staring at the tv, the screen reflected in his dark blue eyes and you could tell that he hadn’t been outside for a few days at least. He didn’t acknowledge you when you put the coffee and crisps on the table, seemingly obsessed with the way a blue whale survived in the ocean. Straightening up you decided to tidy a bit, picking up clothes that were draped over the back of the sofa, you lifted the hoodie off the guitar and that’s when he finally spoke.

“Leave it.” He demanded, vehemently.

“Ivar, you can’t leave it here, plus Ragnar gave you this…”

“I know!” He bellowed, using his cane to lift himself up from the sofa. “I don’t want to fucking look at it!”

“Then throw it away!” You shouted back, clutching the bundle of clothes to your chest. “I can’t imagine Ragnar would be impressed with you behaving this way.” Ivar tilted his head to the side and glared at you.

“Don’t talk to me about what Ragnar would think. Who knows what he thought or why he did the things he did.”

“Ivar, you’re hurting…” he shook his head, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip as he turned.

“I don’t want you here.”

“Well I’m not going anywhere!” His cane thumped loudly on the floor, his back flexing as he tipped his head back in exasperation. He turned to you and stepped forward, making you step involuntarily back into the wall. He came closer, his eyes raking over your body like he was a predator stalking his prey.

“Why are you here?” He asked silkily and you knew you were in dangerous territory.

“I came to see if you needed to talk or just not be alone. The others said they haven’t seen or heard from you in days.”

“Why do you bother?”

“You’re…I care about you,” you gasped as he leaned into you. His hair was down, framing his handsome face and you could tell he hadn’t braided it for a while.

“Only because you have no one else.” Tears welled in your eyes and the air left your lungs like you’d been punched in the gut. He smirked at your reaction and you broke eye contact, trying to remind yourself that he was still hurting after the death of his father. “Floki felt pity when he found you, he never wanted children so it surprised us all when he brought you back here.”

“Maybe he did, but he stuck with me and he didn’t have to,” you retaliated quickly. Pleased to hear your voice was strong even though your insides were trembling.

“He left you with us. Expected Björn to pick up the slack, which of course he did. He missed having a sister.”

“Why are you saying these things?” You almost whined.

“Because I don’t want you here!” He shouted, rage flying from his mouth and his fist slammed into the wall beside your head. You flinched, refusing to move and react to his anger but you couldn’t stop the tears sliding down your cheeks as you glared at him. Ivar sighed, dragging his hand down the wall to lean heavily on his cane and you released a slow breath.

“I know someone who could benefit from your presence,” he said, the smirk coming back to play around his lips.

“I’ve already seen Björn and children…”

“No no. Someone else.” His brow lifted waiting for you to make another guess and you wiped a tear away trying to figure out what he was fishing for.

“I’m not up for playing guessing games.” Ivar made a motion with his hand for you to continue anyway and you frowned. “Spit it out Ivar,” you snapped.

“Oh,” his tone was laced with mock surprise as was his expression. “Are you sure you want me to say it?” He asked, putting a hand on his chest.

“Yes…Ivar what are you getting at?” His eyes darkened and the sneer returned. You needed him to say it.

“Surely he’d be able to find comfort in you.” Your heart almost stopped in fear, did he mean Sigurd? Did he know about Sigurd? The blonde Lothbrok wouldn’t be so stupid to tell his anger driven brother what had happened between you?

“I don’t know who or what you’re implying…” you turned away as his fist slammed back against the wall, his face almost pressed into your cheek his lips pulled back in a snarl.

“You think I don’t see? Hmm?”

“Ivar!”

“Don’t fucking deny it. The constant touches, the way you gravitate to him all the time!” Realisation flickered in your confused thoughts and a sob of relief beat your chest as his eyes studied you intently.

“It’s not, honestly it’s not what you think with Hvitserk.” You went to touch his face, to reassure him, but Ivar slapped your hand away.

“So you know I’m talking about Hvitserk? You know, my own brother.”

“Ivar, I swear…” he tutted and rolled his eyes.

“Oh right of course. I have absolutely got my wires crossed,” his face slid from fake relief to pure fury and it felt like his entire apartment was holding its breath around you, waiting for what came next. His eyes were turbulent as he glared at you. “Get out, I don’t want to see you again.” He said it so quietly as he turned away, dismissing you with his entire body.

“You don’t mean that!”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” He roared pointing at the door.

“Ivar…” you didn’t know what was happening except it felt like you were losing him. He reached, grabbing a fistful of your jumper and hauling you close to him as he licked his teeth, a telltale tic that if you pushed him any further you weren’t going to like the outcome.

“Get the fuck out.” He whispered. “I don’t need you anymore." His words stole your very breath. Tears clouded your vision and you barely kept your balance when he released you. Moving automatically, you remembered to grab your bag and then you were running out of the door not even closing it behind you, leaving him standing beside the sofa. You heard the yell of anger before you made it to the front door of the building and the crash of his guitar, the splintering of wood and the twang of the strings. Tears blinded you, it was a mistake to come today. Now you doubted there was a way back from this.

Staring at your computer screen the sounds of the office fell away, blurring into a constant hum. Even the phone ringing at your desk did nothing to rip you from the bubble you had put yourself in. Ivar seemed so set on shoving you away, he had ignored your texts for well over a week now and you’d had enough. Your phone pinged next to you and it was a message from Ubbe asking if you’d seen Hvitserk recently. Hanging your head in your hands, closing your eyes and fighting back the tears you tried to keep yourself together. No you hadn’t, you’d been so wrapped in your shit with Ivar that Hvitserk had slipped through the cracks.

You tried to work some more but your mind wasn’t paying attention so you took an early lunch. A newspaper was folded on the table and you grabbed it without the intention of reading it. Ripping the lid off your skyr, you ate a few spoonfuls before the headlines came into focus. The first thing you saw was the story about the huge apartment fire across town, thankfully no one you knew had been involved. Frowning, you looked at your phone again seeing Ubbe’s message about Hvitserk and a small alarm bell started to ring in the back of your mind. Had he been involved? Usually you checked in with him to make sure he was ok after an event like this but between work and Ivar you just…hadn’t. And it seemed his brothers didn’t know where he was either.

Making a split decision you left, mumbling a hurried excuse to your boss about a headache and how you’d make up the time at home.

You grabbed some Snúður from the bakery down the street and walked to Hvitserk’s place. Your keys jangled when you pulled them out of your bag, searching for his key. The first thing you noticed was that the door was open and the hairs stood up on the back of your neck. Pushing the door with two fingers you peered inside, hating how dark it was. Maybe he’d been on a late shift? But Hvitserk was a stickler for keeping his door locked, so why would it be open now?

“Hello?” Your voice almost echoed in the stillness but everything was screaming at you that this was wrong.

“Hvitserk?” Your foot nudged an empty beer can and you jumped at the sudden noise, watching it roll along the floor. Lifting your phone to your ear you dialed Ubbe. He answered on the third ring.

“On lunch, ástivnur?” His voice was calm and deep down the phone.

“Why did you text me about Hvitserk?” Your voice was barely above a hushed whisper, not wanting to disrupt anything in the house. Stepping through you made your way to the curtains, slowly dragging them open to reveal a mess you weren’t expecting.

“I tried texting him about something but he never replied. He never ignores you though. Tell him he’s a bjáni for ghosting his own brother.”

“Ubbe…” your eyes took in everything. The cushions on the sofa were hanging off the base, having been ripped at the seams, glass was twinkling innocently at you from the wooden floor and you swore you could see blood in a thin trail towards the kitchen. Books lay on the floor, pages scattered around. Hvitserk’s prized houseplant that you had given him one year had been knocked off the shelf, spilling its precious soil. “Ubbe!”

“Where are you?” He asked, sensing the panicked change in your voice.

“Ubbe come quick! I’m at Hvitserk’s!”

“On my way.” Dumping your bag you stepped into the kitchen. Now the smell hit you, dirty dishes littered the sides, laundry was half out of the washing machine and from the smell of it, it was damp still.

“Hvitserk!” You cried. Your pulse pumped loudly in your ears when you heard no reply. Your hands shook as you reached the stairs, part of you wanted to take them two at a time and the other dreaded what you were going to find. Maybe you should wait for Ubbe, but what if Hvitserk needed you? Taking a steadying breath you began your journey one step at a time.

It seemed to take forever, the stairs getting more and more until they were gone. You were standing on the dark landing struggling to breathe through the panic as it tightened your chest. The door to the bathroom was ajar and you risked pushing that one first. Your eyes were drawn to the cupboard and the carnage below it.

“No….no Hvitserk!” Stumbling from the bathroom you crashed into his bedroom, falling onto his still figure as you screamed his name. Using all your strength you rolled him over, barely seeing the dried vomit that stained his bedding as you clawed over him. Slapping him round the face, beating his chest with the flat of your hand trying to wake him, but nothing was working. You didn't realise you were crying until you felt the wetness falling from your cheeks onto his bare chest.

“Hvitserk!” You screamed wishing he’d just open his eyes but he stayed still and limp on the bed. Part of you expected him to wake up from a nap and ask why you were screaming his name, but he stayed cold and lifeless under your hands.

Ubbe shouted your name, charging up the stairs and exploding into the bedroom, his braids flying over his shoulder when he stopped suddenly. His eyes were wide, his body filling the doorway as he used it to support himself.

“Call an ambulance!” You screeched at him, startling him into action.

“Hvitserk, Hvitserk…wake the fuck up.” You shook him before stopping and planting your ear against chest.

“Hvitserk, don’t do this to me I need you!” Nothing. There was nothing. All you could feel was the life in your own body, the way it curled into him jolting with strong sobs. Rough hands lifted you up but you fought to hold onto Hvitserk. You were screaming and yet no sound reached your ears as Ubbe hauled you away from your best friend, paramedics taking your place on the bed.

#vantalaður ást #modern ivar x reader #ivar x you #ivar x femme!reader #modern ivar #ivar x reader #ivar lothbrok #Vikings #vikings au #vikings fanfic #mylifeisactuallyamess #modern au

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angelsanarchy · 2 years ago

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Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 18

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@thetenthdoctorscompanion @siriuslymooned @samwilsonnsnns

Eddie knew he was on thin ice with Dani's dad. You don't get brownie points for having to be picked up drunk and taken care of overnight by someone's daughter so he knew that he had to play his cards right when it came to Mr. Murillo. He never really cared what anyone's parents thought of him, mostly because he already assumed they thought the worst but Gordy never treated Eddie like a delinquent.

"Dad! I'm home...I also have Eddie so don't be doing anything weird." Dani shouted throughout the house making Eddie laugh.

"I'll have you know that if I were to be doing anything weird, it would be appropriate as this is my house." Gordy came around the corner with his glasses on. He pulled them off his face and smiled.

"How ya doing Eddie?" Gordy asked as Eddie gave him a wave.

"I'm surviving. How about yourself Mr. M?" Eddie hadn't had too many conversations with Dani's dad but most of them were pleasant.

"Enjoying the quiet until mouth of the south walked in here." He gestured to Dani who gave him a cheesy grin.

"You love me." Dani hung her jacket on the hook and Gordy pointed at her.

"Yeah I guess I'd have to since I ironed your costume. It's on your bed with that extra thread-" Dani clapped her hands frantically.

"Shhh! Say no more. My costume is a surprise and big hair hides big ears." Dani chucked her thumb over her shoulder at Eddie.

"Hurtful." Eddie clutched the sides of his head.

"Let me go put my costume away and I'll let you know when it's safe." Dani left Eddie standing with her dad, giving Gordy a kiss on the cheek before heading up the steps. Eddie stood at the bottom of the steps with his hands deep in his pockets.

"You can relax, Dani said you've been stressing since last week. I'm glad you were able to get home safe and not try and drive in that state. You mean a lot to Dani and I'd hate for anything to happen to you." Gordy put his glasses back on his face as Eddie let the tension out of his shoulders.

"She's the best friend I've ever had...I'm just sorry for putting her in a situation that she had to take care of me." Eddie followed Gordy into the kitchen.

"She's really good at that. She takes care of the people she loves. You should consider yourself special." Gordy smirked at Eddie as he sat back down at the table to sip his coffee.

"Trust me, every day that she hangs out with me, I question her sanity." Gordy laughed and Eddie felt like maybe now would be a good time to ask for a favor.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about something..." Gordy froze and looked up.

"Son, I like you but if you're about to ask for my daughters hand in marriage, I might change my mind." Eddie knocked something onto the floor and leaned down to pick it up quickly.

"Yeah no nothing quite so intense. I just...I wanted to do something nice for Dani. I know she got good news about her oxygen levels and she's been helping me actually pass my classes this year so I wanted to do something big for her." Eddie riffled around in his pockets until he found the flyer he printed out.

"Dani said she had never been to a concert before and I wanted to be able to take her to her first one." Eddie slid the flyer towards Gordy and he picked it up to read it.

"Dio? I didn't even know she knew who Dio was." Gordy questioned.

"Yeah I've been expanding her musical horizons." Eddie admitted with a proud smile.

"This says Illinois..." Gordy looked over his glasses and Eddie pursed his lips.

"Yeah that's the thing, I would have to take her out of state. It was the closest show I could get tickets for and I would absoutely make sure that we called to check in and she would have extra oxygen in the van." Eddie ran down all the things he had previously made a checklist in his head about.

"When do you need an answer?" Gordy asked unsure of how he felt just yet about letting Eddie take Dani out of state for a metal show.

"Um...well I already got the tickets so if she can't go I'll just eat the cost..no big deal. I mean no pressure about this at all, I just wanted to treat her to something she missed out on while she was sick." Eddie explained. Gordy could see Eddie cared about Dani deeply and his hesitation had nothing to do with him. It was merely letting Dani go too far away from the hospital in case of an episode.

"I can understand your hesitation-" Eddie started but Gordy cut him off.

"Eddie, I completely trust you when it comes to Dani. I just worry about her. I have kept her in a bubble trying to protect her for so long, the idea of her being out of reach is kind of scary." Eddie nodded at Gordy relieved to hear that Dani's dad trusted him with her wellbeing.

"Can you give me some time to think about it? I mean she just got cleared so let me have a few days to make sure she's healthy enough to go and I'll give you an answer." Eddie's face lit up.

"That's perfect. Thank you!" Dani came barreling down the stairs and Eddie quickly pocketed the tickets trying to look unsuspecting. Dani looked between her dad and Eddie and laughed.

"What did I miss?" Dani looked at Eddie who gave her a smirk and Gordy who shook his head.

"Nothing at all." Eddie was quick to answer.

"Don't you two have some studying to do?" Gordy added. Dani rolled her eyes and grabbed the front of Eddie's jacket.

"Yeah, you guys aren't suspcious at all." Eddie followed Dani up the steps and laid down across her bed, kicking his shoes off and getting comfortable.

"Do I even want to know what that was all about?" Dani shut the door behind herself and Eddie shook his head.

"Just some casual conversation about what your costume might be." Eddie teased as Dani jumped on the bed next to him.

"You're going to love it, I've got a Dustin Henderson guarentee." Dani seemed geniunely excited for Eddie to see her costume. Eddie liked that she had put so much effort into a costume just to see his reaction.

"What time should I be picking you up in this mystery costume?" Eddie asked tilting his head to the side.

"I'm still putting finishing touches on it so I'll be driving and picking up Dustin. We might be a little late but not too late." Dani smiled opening up her notebook. Eddie reached over and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear making Dani blush.

"Can't wait." He smiled at her fighting the urge to shove the text books off the bed just so he could kiss her. Whatever she had planned for him, he hoped she would find his costume equally pleasing.

#Stranger Things #Eddie x OC #Dani Murillo #Eddie x Dani #Alone Together #One Shots #Eddie Munson #I'm not dead #yet

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tennessoui · 3 years ago

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would you be willing to go more indepth on the TA au first kiss scene?

i'd be willing to apparently really really really fucking in-depth with the TA au first kiss scene it turns out.

(3.1k, no porn but a lil raunchy there at the end)

This is not the first time Obi-Wan has been over to Anakin’s house. At the start of the semester, back in August, Professor Skywalker had invited all of his TAs to dinner, to introduce himself to them outside of the classroom.

This is different, though. Obi-Wan’s alone as he dismounts from his bicycle and stands it up against the garage door. No one else will join them tonight. Anakin had only asked him over.

If Obi-Wan thinks about that too much, he’s not going to be able to ring the doorbell.

He’s already late as it is, having changed multiple times since Anakin had texted him. What does one wear to the house of one’s professor who one desperately wants to fuck?

Lingerie, obviously. Check.

But on top of that?

He’d gone with a navy blue sweater over a simple t-shirt and jeans. Even still, when Anakin opens the door, he feels immediately overdressed. Anakin’s only wearing a black tank top and dark gray sweatpants that cinch at the ankle.

Alright. It’s official. Obi-Wan doesn’t think he’s going to survive the night.

“Obi, great!” Professor Skywalker exclaims, ushering him in and out of the cold November air. “I was worried you’d slipped on ice riding over here. It really is starting to get dangerous to bike in this sort of weather.” His tone becomes disapproving, something that absolutely doesn’t make Obi-Wan’s cock twitch in his pants. “I’ve seen your tires, they’re not up to the way it gets icy up here.”

Obi-Wan could say that he knows the weather better than Professor Skywalker, seeing as how he’s been a student at the same school for going on five years now, and Professor Skywalker still has partially-unpacked moving boxes sitting around his living room.

But what he says instead is, “Yes, Professor,” which makes Anakin freeze for a second before he hurries into motion again.

It’s interesting, is all.

“I told you to call me Anakin, Obi-Wan,” Anakin says sharply, turning away. Alright, yes. Obi-Wan’s body does react to that tone.

“Sorry, Professor,” Obi-Wan murmurs with a half-smile when he sees the way Anakin’s back stiffens for a second.

“You must think I have the patience of a saint,” Anakin mutters to himself. Louder, he says, “Shoes off and do you want some tea?”

Obi-Wan bends down to start untying his shoes, perking up at the mention of tea. “You have tea? I’ve never seen you drink tea on campus.”

“I have rooibos and earl grey,” Anakin shouts from the kitchen. Obi-Wan stands, shoeless, to follow him curiously, looking around the house as he goes. The entrance hallway opens up into the living room, which is sunken into the floor. There’s a dining room table a few feet from the couch, positioned next to a window looking into the kitchen.

There are still moving boxes scattered around, even though it’s already mid-November.

“Earl grey, thank you,” Obi-Wan says absently, still taking in Anakin’s home. Gently he lays his messenger bag on the table next to Anakin’s laptop and retrieves the papers he’s been invited over here to grade. When the kettle goes off, he peers through the window to watch Anakin assemble his cup. “Oh, that’s my favorite brand,” he says happily. Anakin flushes and busies himself putting away the apparently incriminating boxes of tea.

“What a coincidence,” Anakin replies, handing the cup to him through the window. Obi-Wan wraps his cold hands around the mug and allows the warmth to travel through his body. He’d forgotten his gloves, an idiotic move that can only be blamed on his nerves for the night.

But now that he’s here, he suddenly doesn’t feel quite so nervous anymore. It feels natural to sit with Anakin like this at his dining room table and grade their students’ work.

It feels right and scarily easy.

They get to work with little more chatter, as these papers are supposed to be handed back the next section class.

After one high score and two middling ones, Obi-Wan sets down his pen. “You still haven’t unpacked everything?” He says this observation like a question.

Anakin looks up at him from the paper in front of him and adjusts his glasses as he processes the words. “No, not really,” he agrees. “I never usually do, not until I find something that makes me want to stay in one place for a while.”

Obi-Wan’s hands tighten around his mug of tea. His voice comes out more strangled than he’d like. “You’re thinking of leaving?”

“It’s a temporary position, Obi,” Anakin says slowly, taking off his glasses and setting them down on the essay. “I’m renting this place from the school, but even then the lease is up in February.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t know what his heart is doing, but he doesn’t think he’s ever been in so much pain. Not to be dramatic or anything, but the thought of Anakin leaving as quickly as he’s blown into Obi-Wan’s life feels as if it can kill him.

“Oh,” is all he says. “Do you have a bathroom I can use?”

Minutes later, Obi-Wan is staring at himself in the mirror, hands gripping the sink. He’s still reeling from the very real possibility that Anakin will leave in a few short months. That he’ll go to some other college in some other city and make everyone fall in love with him there as well, and Obi-Wan will never find out what it feels like to kiss him because he’d been too scared of breaking the rules or being rejected to try.

Resolve forms in his mind. If Anakin is looking for a reason to stay, Obi-Wan will give him one.

But Obi-Wan’s never really set about seducing a professor before, is the problem. He doesn’t know what Anakin likes in his partners, and he doesn’t know if he even really likes Obi-Wan at all. There are hints sometimes, certainly, the way he’ll stare at him in class, the casual way he’ll touch his lower back when they’re walking somewhere, all of his behavior that night at the bar near Halloween.

But there’s a difference between feeling arousal and acting on it. And there’s an even bigger difference between wanting someone once in your bed for the night and wanting someone enough to stick around town for a few years while they finish school.

So it’s not even seducing Anakin that is real problem here. It’s keeping him interested afterwards. And Obi-Wan needs to start now, before the semester ends. If he waits until January, he won’t have enough time before Anakin’s lease is up. Hell, he doesn’t even have enough time now, not really. He’d probably need four months alone just to get Anakin to look at him with more than dark, considering eyes.

Alright. Alright.

He’ll start with coffee tomorrow morning. He’ll go out there and finish grading papers with Anakin, and then tomorrow before class begins, he’ll bring Anakin a cup of coffee. It’s a start.

Anakin’s made a fair amount of progress by the time Obi-Wan exits the bathroom-cum-war council room. “Alright?” The professor looks up with a small furrow between his eyebrows.

He’s so gorgeous Obi-Wan almost gives up right then and there, but he’s never been a quitter.

“Alright,” he agrees, picking up his mug and carrying it to the kitchen. He’ll just add some more water and a little bit more milk and get started on the rest of the papers. The sooner he finishes, the sooner he can go home and start planning. The thought makes him excited and nervous all at once.

He glances up through the kitchen window just in time to see Anakin lean back in his chair and stretch his arms so far up that his tank top rides up enough that his tummy--or, well, defined abdominal muscles as it were--flashes into view.

Which, of course, makes Obi-Wan’s life flash before his eyes. He trips and then promptly curses when he rights himself but half the tea spills out over his sweater.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin’s there immediately, as if he’s teleported from the table to the kitchen instead of gone around the normal way. “Are you alright? Are you burned?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Obi-Wan mutters, blushing furiously. His seduction of Anakin is never going to work if he keeps behaving like a clumsy idiot in front of the older man. “Just got on my sweater, it’s fine.”

Anakin’s hands grab at the hem of Obi-Wan’s sweater, and when he doesn’t protest, slowly drags it up and over his head, careful to keep the wet stain from his hair.

Obi-Wan’s breath catches in his throat at the look of intense concentration Anakin’s wearing, how dark his eyes are. It’s almost exactly what he wants, but it’s not enough because Anakin backs away quickly, sweater clutched in his hands. “I’ll get you one of mine,” he says gruffly, turning to leave the kitchen, but Obi-Wan stops him with a hand on his arm.

“It’s really fine, Anakin, I’m not cold.”

“You’re covered in goosebumps,” Anakin points out, laying his hand on Obi-Wan’s own arm.

Obi-Wan swallows and bites at his lip. “I’m not cold,” he promises. A part of him wants Anakin to hear what he’s not saying. A part of him is afraid he will.

But Anakin only nods jerkily once before exiting the kitchen and returning to his seat at the table. “You’ll tell me as soon as you feel so much as a slight chill,” he insists, picking up his glasses and resettling them on his face.

“Yes, Professor,” Obi-Wan murmurs as he sits down, just to watch Anakin’s jaw clench tightly for a second before relaxing.

They resume grading in silence, but this silence is tense. A different beast than the previous one.

Halfway through his sixth paper of the night, he furrows his eyebrows at a student’s paragraph. “Professor,” he says, standing and moving to lean over Anakin’s shoulder to show him the error. He places one of his hands delicately on Anakin’s skin, because he is a weak, weak man. “They’ve gotten this bit extremely wrong, but the paragraph after this one is basically the same thing but with the correct information. What, do you think it’s just an editing error?”

Anakin looks at the paper without saying anything.

Obi-Wan adjusts his position so he’s more leaning over next to him instead of behind him and points out the relevant sections. “Would you dock points, do you think?”

Anakin’s jaw bunches as his nostrils flare for several long seconds, before he seems to snap out of whatever had taken his mind away. “Take a few off, but for formatting not for content,” the professor decides.

Nodding in agreement, Obi-Wan stays where he is and makes a note in the margins. He looks up at Anakin when he feels his eyes rest heavily on him. “What?” he asks. “Do I have pen on my face?”

“Just haven’t seen you this dressed down before,” Anakin’s voice is incredibly low and the timbre of it makes a shiver run down Obi-Wan’s spine. “You’re always so buttoned-up in class.”

Obi-Wan wets his lips. Somehow the words that come out of his mouth are not ones he’s approved of saying. “That’s not true,” he says so quietly it’s almost a whisper. “I wouldn’t say I was buttoned-up at the bar.”

Anakin inhales sharply and he leans towards him with dark, dark eyes. “You were all dressed up then, weren’t you?” he murmurs. Obi-Wan can’t stop himself from swaying in Anakin’s direction, even if he wanted to.

Slowly, he nods, paper forgotten under his professor’s burning gaze.

“Do you still have it?” Anakin asks hoarsely. “I’ve been wondering what you did with that little dress for weeks now.”

“Didn’t keep it,” Obi-Wan replies honestly. His mouth dries incredibly fast when Anakin’s hand falls to his arm.

“You’ve got goosebumps again,” Anakin observes, rubbing a thumb over his skin. “Are you cold?”

“Not cold,” he whispers, moving closer than he’s ever dared. He’s terrified that if he speaks louder than he is now, the moment will be ruined. They’ll snap out of this, whatever this is, go back to grading papers, and then Obi-Wan will leave and tomorrow morning he’ll buy Anakin coffee and try to make himself come across as the perfect life partner for his professor.

But he wants this so much. He thinks they’re standing on the edge of something that could very well be amazing.

Anakin’s opening his mouth to say something, but Obi-Wan cuts him off. He wouldn’t be able to hear it over his pounding heart anyway. “I kept the lingerie though,” he says. “Do you want to see them, Professor?”

For a second, those words and all they imply hang in the scant few inches between them.

Then, “Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” Anakin groans, sounding torn to shreds. He pushes his chair back so fast that Obi-Wan stumbles.

Anakin’s hands are there to catch him and pull him into his arms, mouth descending onto his.

Obi-Wan moans into the kiss immediately, wrapping his arms around Anakin’s neck and tugging their bodies as close together as he can get them, making helpless little noises he’s never made before in his life. Anakin’s not quiet either, not as his hands roam down from Obi-Wan’s waist to trace the outline of his ass before he grabs it and rocks them together. The pleasure skyrockets when their bulges grind against each other, and Obi-Wan has to break the kiss just to gasp for air.

Feeling brave and desired and hot, Obi-Wan grabs one of Anakin’s hands and slips it down the waistline of his pants, just far enough that he can feel the spread of lace over his skin.

“Baby,” Anakin groans again, rubbing his thumb over the cheap silk of the Halloween costume’s panties. “Baby, fuck.”

Obi-Wan pushes back into the hand, trying to convey how much Anakin really can fuck him, should he want. Obi-Wan wants.

Before he can say anything though, Anakin’s lips claim his again and his tongue fucks aggressively into his mouth. It feels so good, especially when Anakin scratches up the skin of his back gently with one hand. The touch has Obi-Wan turning pliant and weak in the knees, something Anakin must realize because he edges Obi-Wan closer and closer to the table before sweeping the contents off with one hand and lifting him up with the other.

He spreads his legs automatically and for a second everything is perfect when Anakin comes to stand between them, mouth biting searing kisses into his neck while Obi-Wan tries to keep rubbing their pelvises together. He throws his head back and to the side with a high moan, mouth falling open as he stares uncomprehendingly at the ceiling.

Does this mean he doesn’t have to buy Anakin coffee before class tomorrow?

The thought of school is like a bucket of ice water poured directly over his head. Almost frantically, he pushes at Anakin’s chest, trying to get space between them.

Anakin detaches himself from Obi-Wan’s skin with the utmost reluctance. His lips are red and wet.

But Obi-Wan needs to be responsible, and he’s currently sitting on his professor’s table, papers scattered on the floor around them. “Fuck, half of these weren’t stabled together,” he cries, hopping down and starting to pick up the students’ papers. “Shit, Professor--”

“You were just sucking on my tongue like a professional slut, Obi-Wan, I think you can call me Anakin,” Anakin bites out, working his jaw furiously as he watches him crawl around on all fours from above. The nerve of the man for causing the mess and not helping at all to clean it up!

Obi-Wan feels just petty enough that he pauses at one of the papers and arches his back, pushing his ass out and looking over his shoulder. “I thought you liked it when I called you professor, Professor,” he responds in what he hopes comes out sounding mostly sultry.

It seems to work if Anakin’s reaction is anything to go by. “Fucking hell, Obi-Wan,” the man snarls, but his sweatpants make the twitch of his cock impossible to miss.

“What a pair we make,” Obi-Wan says, just for the fun of torturing Anakin. “You’re not wearing any underwear and I’m wearing lingerie.”

He finishes with the papers and stands to stack them on the table.

“I think you should go,” Anakin grits out, watching Obi-Wan intently.

Obi-Wan’s heart stops for a second and he’s suddenly terrified he pushed too far, too fast, that Anakin hadn’t enjoyed the kiss, that he remembered he was too annoying to keep around, that--

“If you don’t go now, you’ll be spending the night in my bed, and I think we need to talk first,” his professor finishes gently, reaching out to rub his thumb over Obi-Wan’s lip.

Obi-Wan licks it immediately, and when no protest is made, brings it further into his mouth.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin sounds extremely pained.

Slowly, he drops his thumb from between his lips. There’s hardly a foot of space between them. It’s too far. It’s too close.

Anakin’s right. They do need to talk. And it shouldn’t happen tonight.

“Can I borrow a sweatshirt for the bike ride back?” he asks quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Only it’s cold outside and--”

And you smell really nice, he finishes in his head. Out loud, he says, “And I think I’d look good wearing something of yours, don’t you think, Professor?”

Anakin’s eyes narrow and his hands clench tightly into fists at his side. “I didn’t have you pegged as a brat.”

“You haven’t had me pegged at all yet,” Obi-Wan points out with a grin. As if magnetized, Anakin’s thumb comes up and digs into one of his dimples.

“I’ve wanted to lick these since the first time I saw you smile,” his professor whispers like they’re in a confessional.

It’s incredibly easy to reach out and trace one of the lines of Anakin’s octopus tattoo down his arm in return. “I’ve wanted to do the same with your tattoos for months now,” he admits. “Will you let me? After we talk? Will you let me put my mouth on you?”

His fingers dance across the front of Anakin’s sweats, before veering back up to more friendly territory.

Anakin’s eyes are dark with promise when he nods in response. “I’ll do more than let you, baby,” he growls. “I’ll put your mouth on me myself.”

Obi-Wan shivers.

No, he probably doesn’t need to buy Anakin coffee tomorrow before class.

But he probably will anyway. Just because the way Anakin’s looking at him makes him think the other man isn’t going to get much sleep tonight either, and it’s the least he can do.

#asks #ta au #obikin #i feel like obi-wan constantly getting and losing his confidence is really sexy of him actually #i mean jk i just wanted to write a lil minx obi-wan lol #enjoy <3

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revlischarm · 4 years ago

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Ninjago Ship Masterlist!!!!!!!!

A complete, up-to-date list of all the Ninjago ships is below the cut; I will add onto it when a new ship is made. If there’s a ship you don’t see on here, reach out to me through my ask box or private messages.

I’m only documenting the ships of Ninjago here, I’m not doing anything out of preference or bias. This is just to have a cohesive record of the fandom’s pairings for everyone to use as a helpful resource.

(B! equals Bizarro, just so y’all know)

Bruise or Geode- Cole x Jay

Plasma- Jay x Kai

Techno- Jay x Zane

Lava- Kai x Cole

Opposite- Zane x Kai

Glacier- Cole x Zane

Polyninja- Zane x Cole x Jay x Kai

Greenflame- Lloyd x Kai

Jaya- Jay x Nya

Pixane- Pixal x Zane

Samurai- Pixal x Nya

Ice Samurai or Samuraice- Nya x Pixal x Zane

Jaycule- Kai x Zane x Cole x Jay AND Nya x Jay

Future- Cyrus Borg x Acronix

AmberPhoenix- Skylor x Nya

Llorumi- Lloyd x Harumi

Life or Lloya- Lloyd x Nya

Kailor- Kai x Skylor

Ember (Queerplatonic!!)- Skylor & Kai

Coliel- Cole x Seliel

Heavy Metal- Cole x Zane x Pixal

Morwu- Morro x Sensei Wu

Moss- Cole x Lloyd

Unique or Popsicle- Lloyd x Zane

Mountain- Kai x Zane x Cole

Scruff- Dareth x Ronin

Garsako or Harbinger- Garmadon x Misako

Wusako- Sensei Wu x Misako

Outdated- Cryptor x Zane

Taser- Jay x Cryptor

Blizzard- Zane x Morro

Destiny- Kai x Morro

Hailstorm- Jay x Cole x Zane

Cryptzu- Cryptor x General Kozu

Spirit or Sandstorm- Morro x Cole

Conya or Petrichor- Cole x Nya

Greenwind- Lloyd x Morro

ElectricStorm- Jay x Morro

Thinkfast- Neuro x Griffin

BlueWire- Jay x Pixal

Ronya- Ronin x Nya

JadeWolf- Harumi x Akita

Citrus- Morro x Echo Zane

Steam- Ray x Maya

General- Cryptor x White Nindroid

Greenwisp- Lloyd x Jay

Forgiven- Brad x Lloyd

Morrumi or JadeStorm- Morro x Harumi

Survival- Vinny x Garmadon

AmberPrincess- Skylor x Harumi

Legacy- Morro x Cole x Zane x Jay x Kai

GarmaClouse- Garmadon x Clouse

Cryxal- Cryptor x Pixal

Sunshine- Cole x Ultra Violet

Golden Matter- Overlord x Lloyd

User-Friendly- Zane x Overlord

Cake- Cole x cake

ForeverAlone- Sensei Wu x tea

Tea- Sensei Wu x Mystake

GarmaKai- Garmadon x Kai

SnakeGlacier- “Snake Jaguar” x Cole

SnakeBlizzard- “Snake Jaguar” x Morro

Dark History- Garmadon x Krux

Inventor- Cyrus Borg x Dr. Julien

Self-Centered or Coffee- Dareth x Garmadon

Loulien- Lou x Dr. Julien

Zanecule- Polyninja AND Pixane

YingYang- Overlord x First Spinjitzu Master

Ash- Garmadon x Ray

Spell- Master Chen x Clouse

SmokeShade- Ash x Shade

Garmacest- Garmadon x Lloyd

Hope- Young Wu x Faith

ElectricVirus- Jay x Overlord

Resurrected- Zane x Morro x Pixal

Nightshade- Tox x Chamille

LavaLamp- Cole x Skylor x Kai

ResonatedGravity- Jacob x Gravis

Dumbass- Jay x Kai x Cole

PolyPonytail- Nya x Pixal x Skylor

Mudshock- Jay x Nya x Cole

Braincell- Nya x Zane

Conductor- Kai x Zane x Jay (conductor like the metal, not the train)

Gunpowder- Kai x Ash

JetFaith- Jet Jack x Faith

Riptide- Nya x Ultra Violet

Ore- Karlof x Cole

TickTock- Zane x Acronix

Eyepatch- Clutch x Ronin

Supernatural- Snek!Jay x Ghost!Cole x Zane x Anacondrai!Kai

Iceberg- Zane x Nya x Cole

Violent- Harumi x Ultra Violet

Snakecell- Nya x “Snake Jaguar”

DarkThinking- Shade x Neuro

Steampunk- Jay x Echo Zane

TheyDeservedBetter- Show!Garmadon x Koko

GreenCheer- Movie!Lloyd x Movie!Chen

Blue- Nya x Jay x Zane

VioletSnake- Ultra Violet x “Snake Jaguar”

GarmaChen- Garmadon x Master Chen

Hurricane- Nya x Morro

JadedSnake- Harumi x “Snake Jaguar”

StolenData- Skylor x Pixal

PlayDate- Nya x Dogshank

Sleet- Kai x Zane AND Zane x Nya (Nya and Kai are both dating Zane)

Slush- Kai x Nya x Zane

S’mores- Dareth x Zane

Chaos- B!Kai x B!Cole x B!Jay x B!Zane

DarkPlasma- B!Kai x B!Jay

DarkGlacier- B!Cole x B!Zane

DarkLava- B!Kai x B!Cole

DarkGeode- B!Jay x B!Cole

DarkTechno- B!Zane x B!Jay

DarkOpposite- B!Kai x B!Zane

StoneCold- Cole x B!Zane

BlackIce- B!Zane x Zane

Virus- Zane x B!Jay

GreasedLightning- B!Jay x Jay

Fireworks- B!Jay x Kai

Trojan- B!Zane x Jay

Avalanche- Zane x B!Cole

Magma- B!Kai x Cole

Obsidian- Cole x B!Cole

Inferno- Kai x B!Kai

Eruption- B!Cole x Kai

Pyrotechnic- B!Kai x Zane

Frostbite- B!Zane x Kai

BlackLightning- B!Cole x Jay

Aftershock- B!Jay x Cole

FireStarter- B!Kai x Jay

Blizzaro- B!Zane x Morro

Shenanigans- B!Jay x Morro

StolenKiss- B!Jay x Nya

Typhoon- B!Zane x Nya

Mudslide- B!Cole x Nya

Misfit- B!Polyninja x Morro

Gloomy- B!Cole x Morro

Pride- Morro x B!Kai

Greed- B!Kai x Morro x B!Jay

Whirlwind- B!Jay x Morro x Nya

IceStorm- Zane x Nya x Morro

LightningFast- Jay x Griffin

DryIce- Kai x Ice Emperor Zane

HowlingWind- Bansha x Morro

Tar- Shade x Tox

Arson- B!Jay x B!Cole x B!Zane x Kai

BrainFreeze- Neuro x Zane

Fog- Nya x Shade

Timecest- Krux x Acronix

Smelt- Kai x Cryptor

ElectroIce or Gaydar- Zane x Mr. E

Skeleton- Morro x Ghoultar

Checkmate- Zane x Nadakhan

Eclipse- Kai x Shade

CrimsonLightning- Mr. E x Jay

ShortMetal- Mindroid x Cryptor

ThunderSnow- Morro x Jay x Zane

Hellstorm- Kai x Zane x Morro

TropicalStorm- Jay x Nya x Morro

Turquoise or Waterlily- Harumi x Nya

Nightlight- Shade x Paleman

DisintegratedSmoke- Paleman x Ash

Crystal- Morro x Cole x Zane

Holly or Llokita- Lloyd x Akita

Corruption or Staff- Staff!Kai x Ice Emperor Zane

EternalWinter- Ice Emperor Zane x Vex

Bear- Cole x Kataru

Fever- Kai x Neuro

Hotwire- Kai x Pixal x Zane

ArcticWolf- Zane x Akita

Hacker- Ronin x Zane

AcidRain- Nya x Tox

Forge- Kai x Karlof

Lightspeed- Paleman x Griffin

Purple- Pixal x Ultra Violet

FriedChicken- Jay x Fugi-Dove

Vore or Killjoy- Pythor x Overlord

Upgrade- Unagami x Mechanic

Quiet- Mr. E x Harumi

PolyMaster- All the Elemental Masters including the ninja

Shockwave- Nya x Jay x Pixal

Chrome- Karlof x Neuro

WetDog- Nya x Akita

Mystery- Echo Zane x Cryptor

Rogue- Ronin x Okino

Boomer- Sensei Wu x Krux

LightningDjinn- Jay x Nadakhan

VanillaCake- Vania x Cole

Void- Cryptor x Cole

Rainforest- Cole x Nya x Lloyd

Entombed- Pythor x Aspheera

Gemstone- Cole x Plundar

AcidicFluid- Nya x Chamille x Tox

Garmakruxsako- Garmadon x Krux x Misako

EvilTechno- Cryptor x Acronix

Roadrunner- Ultra Violet x Fugi-Dove

Mechanic- Jay x Zane x Nya x Pixal

Ivory- Hailmar x Vania

Leviathan- Great Devourer x Wojira

Strike- Libber x Krux

PolySerpent- Great Devourer x Fire Fang x Wojira x Anacondrai Serpent(Clouse’s pet snake)

Seabreeze- Benthomaar x Morro

ElectricBoogaloo- Jay x PoulErik

ThunderWave- Jay x Benthomaar

Retro- Milton Dyer x Acronix

AmberNightshade- Skylor x Chamille x Tox

Corrosive- Tox x Skylor

Adaption- Skylor x Chamille

Raincloud- Vania x Benthomaar

Firewall- Kai x Pixal

Firefly- Kai x Vania

Flood- Kalmaar x Nya

SamuraiCheerleader- Nya x Unnamed background girl

Cannonball- Captain Soto x Ultra Violet

Parrot- Fugi-Dove x Captain Soto

FourArms- Lord Garmadon x General Kozu x Samukai

Forgotten- Echo Zane x Cryptor x Morro

BadBoy- Lloyd x Brad x Gene

Copper- Dareth x Cyrus Borg

Ratmen- Ronin x Dareth x Clutch

Girlboss- Gayle Gossip x Patty Keys

MotorOil- Cole x Mr. E

Upply or D&D- Fungus x Plundar x Korgran

CrimsonTech- Jay x Zane x Mr. E

ElectroGlacier- Cole x Mr. E x Zane

Allied- Lord Garmadon x General Kozu

TeaPost- Mystake x Mailman

Crypthor or Lackey- Cryptor x Pythor

Gareth or Dayle- Dareth x Gayle Gossip

GorgonVenom- Machia x Tox

Fixation- Lou x Ed

FriedSquid- Jay x Kalmaar

CriminalMinds- Miss Demeanor x Ultra Violet x Reflectra

Rose- Gene x Brad

UltraE- Ultra Violet x Mr. E

Skelma- Skales x Selma

Skythor or Pythales- Pythor x Skales

CinnamonWafer- Char x Glutinous

SaltwaterTaffy- Glutinous x Gripe

EnergyEfficient- Lloyd x Pixal

DeepSeaEnergy- Benthomaar x Lloyd

Obsession- Kai x Master Chen

Windpower- Morro x Pixal

GarmaBorg- Garmadon x Cyrus Borg

CorruptedCode- Mr. E x Cryptor

Transformer- Ash x Chamille

Misfortune- Nadakhan x Delara

Moriel or Phantom- Morro x Seliel

Fowl- Libber x Clouse

Loner- Kai x Ronin

SunScale- Kai x Great Devourer

Coral- Benthomaar x Cole

Edge- Cryptor x Morro x Shade x Chamille x Tox

Cherry- Skylor x Vania

Mellow- Lou x Lilly

Rustic- Benthomaar x Echo Zane

Brine- Cole x Morro x Nya

Eyecandy- Kai x Cole x Morro

Ecstatic- Vania x Jay x Benthomaar x Echo Zane

Royalty- Benthomaar x Vania x Harumi

Venom- Ultra Violet x Tox

Dilf- Garmadon x all the Ninjago dads

Blacksmith- Lou x Ray

Drought- Pythor x Kalmaar

Redemption- Morro x Skylor

Feral- Akita x Benthomaar

Nostalgia- Dr. Julien x Krux

Hazard- Kai x Echo Zane

Miasma- Morro x Tox

Brimstone- Echo Zane x Cole

BlackWire- Cole x Pixal

Mirage- Nya x Chamille

Heatwave- Kai x Chamille

Travel- Libber x Misako

Specter- Seliel x Morro x Cole

Tragedy- Maya x Lilly

Island- Nya x PoulErik x Jay

Disaster- Jay x Kai x Morro x Cole

Absent- Maya x Libber x Misako

Maelstrom- Morro x Wojira

Everlasting- Echo Zane x Morro AND Morro x Zane

Sacrifice- Nya x Lloyd x Zane

Seafoam- Benthomaar x Echo Zane x Nya

Mist- Morro x Chamille x Nya

Warrior- Nya x Murtessa

Risk- Jay x Morro x Kai

Cave- Cole x Benthomaar x Morro

Vinyl- Lou x Garmadon

Nemesis- Sensei Wu x Aspheera

Abandoned- Morro x Echo Zane x Benthomaar

Lullaby- Lou x Maya

Kitsune- Morro x Akita

Salamander- Kai x Clancee

Anchor- Benthomaar x Zane

Bronze- Dareth x Karlof

Hubris- Dareth x Clutch

Grief- Lou x Lilly x Ray x Maya

DarkHumor- Jay x Shade

Dust- Morro x Echo Zane x Cole

Sunflower- Vania x Echo Zane

Gambit- Ronin x Soul Archer

Whiplash- Aspheera x Acronix

Disco- Jay x Reflectra x Zane

ElectricEel- Libber x Maya

Vintage- Lou x Sensei Wu

Junk- Ed x Edna x Dr. Julien

DustDevil- Morro x Ultra Violet

Thief- Ronin x Clutch x Plundar

SameVoiceActor- Dr. Julien x Garmadon

Gaymer- Superstar Rockin’ Jay x “Rocky Dangerbuff” x Rockstar!Kai x “Snake Jaguar”

PunkRock- Ultra Violet x “Rocky Dangerbuff”

Static- Ice Emperor Zane x Jay

Comet- Cole x Superstar Rockin’ Jay

Jagged- Cole x Ice Emperor Zane

Neon- Scott x Superstar Rockin’ Jay

Cinder- “Rocky Dangerbuff” x Kai

Oblivion- Staff!Kai x Cole

Outlaw- “Rocky Dangerbuff” x “Snake Jaguar”

Wrath- Staff!Kai x Morro x Ice Emperor Zane

Pyrite- Staff!Kai x “Rocky Dangerbuff”

Vortex- Morro x Ice Emperor Zane

Reaper- Cole x Ice Emperor Zane x Morro

Envy- Staff!Kai x Morro

Permafrost- Ice Emperor Zane x Pixal

Dubstep- Movie!Cole x Movie!Kai

Pop-Culture- Movie!Jay x Movie!Cole

Rhythm- Movie!Zane x Movie!Cole

Stereo- Movie!Kai x Movie!Zane x Movie!Cole

Surge- Movie!Jay x Morro

Cursed- Morro x Movie!Zane

Arcade- Movie!Cole x Movie!Jay x Movie!Kai

Cliché- Movie!Nya x Movie!Jay

#important #ninjago #lego ninjago #save tag #shipping #masterlist #very important

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ggukwrites · 3 years ago

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comfort

summary: oc had a bad day at school and all she wants is to go home and cuddle with her boyfriend, jungkook.

pairing: jungkook x oc

warnings/tags: tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, jungkook is a sweetheart, oc has a small panic attack, crying, but jungkook goes all out to make oc feel better!

Saying that today was a terrible day is an understatement. You woke up with a pounding headache, probably due to the three hours of sleep you got along with the endless shots of espresso. You're professor had called you out for submitting the wrong assignment in front of your whole class, which up to now you still don't know how you got your chemistry homework mixed up with history. Everything was wrong. The lunch you ate left a rotting aftertaste in your mouth, which you then decided to throw away after two bites of the nasty sandwich. All you wanted to do was to go home to your boyfriend and just cuddle in bed with him. But no, you still have one more hour until this lecture finishes and are on the verge of breaking down completely.

After one hour of constant nodding off, more caffeine and yet again getting called out for not paying attention, you were finally free. School was over and you could now go home, or rather to Jungkook's house. Packing your bag, you headed towards the drop-off area outside the school compound. Just as you walked out, the familiar black Mercedes-Benz pulled over. You see Jungkook smiling at you with a stupid grin on his face. He always seemed to be so excited and energetic all the time, especially around you, but you on the contrary, barely surviving on caffeine and three hours of sleep max a day, was like a walking zombie with no energy at all.

You open the car door and step into the car. Jungkook greets you with a smile once again and says, "Hi baby, how was school? I bought your favorite ice cream back at my place, cookie-dough!" As he says that, you start wondering, Jungkook always does so much for you, are you doing enough back? What if he is getting tired of you? Should you have bought him something too? All these thoughts once again start screaming in your head. You don't realize your eyes brimming with tears, or your boyfriend's face now concerned, asking you what happened.

It's too late. You start full on sobbing right there on the spot, which surprises Jungkook for a moment, before he leans over the console and tries to calm you down. You're not sure its working because now you feel your chest tightening, tears pouring out of you eyes as you clutch onto Jungkook's shirt. You can barely make out what Jungkook is saying but you hear a "1,,, 2,,, come on baby, breath for me, 3,,,4,,, there we go," Slowly, you start regaining your breathing rhythm, your sobs die down to little sniffles and hiccups, but you still hold on to your boyfriend's shirt.

"Shhh it's okay, just breathe for me yeah?" He whispers into your ear as his hand rubs your back in attempt to soothe you. " You wanna talk about it?" He tries to get a response from you. "Had a terrible day gguk, everything's going wrong" You mumbled into his shirt as more sobs came out of your mouth. Jungkook just hummed in response and continued holding you in his embrace, letting you cry everything out. After 20 minutes, you had calmed down and Jungkook was now driving over to his apartment. "I'll take care of you today okay? Don't worry about anything else, just relax." As you sniffle and nod in the passenger seat, you curl up to the side and close your eyes, and soon before you know it, you had fallen asleep.

Jungkook pulled up into the apartment's parking lot, and got out of the car to walk to the passenger door. He carefully unbuckled you and picked you up, being ever so careful not to wake you up. You were fast asleep in his arms, oblivious to his movements. The front door of the apartment was then unlocked and Jungkook placed you on the sofa, placing a blanket over you. Now you were slowly waking up again, after a while you had started to wake up after you had felt the lack of warmth that you felt when you were in Jungkook's embrace. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes as you looked around the apartment. Jungkook was scooping the ice cream he had said he bought into a bowl. Sensing your movements, his head immediately jerked up, and once seeing you awake, he put down the scooper he was holding and rushed to your side.

"Baby you're awake? Do you need anything? I am scooping the ice cream if you want it. How are you feeling now?" You blinked at your boyfriend, mind still groggy and you did not catch what he said. "Too many questions" you whispered. "Sorry baby," he chuckled, "So worried about you. Get comfy and I will bring the ice cream over yeah? We can watch a movie while cuddling if you like," Having said that, Jungkook proceeds to walk into the kitchen while you squish your self into the fluffy blanket and pillow surrounding you on the couch.

Jungkook returns with the bowl in his hands as he sets it down on the coffee table. He then averts his gaze back to you, and then joining you in the pile of pillows and blanket, you two now cuddling. "Wanna pick a movie sweetheart?" He asks, "Wanna watch Totoro," you mumbled into his chest. In no time, the Studio Ghibli animation was now playing on the television, and you now had your full attention on the playing film. Jungkook's hand is brought up to stroke the back of your head lovingly, and you can't express how much you love your boyfriend, he was too perfect, knowing how to care for you so well.

After a while, he sat up from the couch and reached over to grab the forgotten bowl of cookie dough ice cream, which was now a little melted. But it didn't matter because your lovely, charming, so sweet, caring, you-love-too-much boyfriend is hand feeding you the ice cream with heart eyes. You look back at him and whisper, "Thank you gguk, feel s'much better now," he replies with a kiss on you forehead as you two spend the rest of the night cuddling and eating ice cream on the couch. And of course, sleeping in Jungkook's bed, and it was the first night of the whole week where you actually had a good sleep, all thanks to your boyfriend, Jungkook.

a/n: omg this is my first time writing any sort of fanfiction EKHFEHFEJ please do give me constructive critism anyways i wrote this at 2am in the morning so there might be many errors sorry but yes thank you for reading <3333

#jungkook #jungkook ff #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook oneshot #jungkook imagine #jungkook x oc

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ask-rp-devra · 4 years ago

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The slow pace was pleasant, despite the snow the sun shone brightly, and the pair was able to enjoy taking in the routes sights and sounds, plenty of Pokemon near by, you could see their tracks in the snow, the odd traveller moving from the station too. As Devra moved to the tree, Peach followed, standing out of her shot, looking up at the trees immense size and fresh colour.

“‘it’s really beautiful here...” her eyes squinted up further into the tree, something beyond the lower branches moving, then suddenly flying at speed from the tree. A moment later and snow hit the Professor square in the face, going down the back of her coat, getting an ungodly screech from her as she jumped about very suddenly to get the snow out, her poor Pokemon holding on for dear life.

Devra jumped at the sound, clutching her camera to her chest to keep from dropping it. She turned around to see the woman in distress. She rushed over and started to help shake the snow out of her coat. “Can you warm things up please Valka?” She finished getting the snow out and then started patting Peach’s back to try and warm her up.

The woman was already having a wailord of a time, the snow being so horribly cold, she was great full when Val fanned her tail out, increasing the ambient temperature around them all by easily 15 degrees, trying not to melt too much of the snow around them while heating up her trainer. Peach huffed, laughed a bit, and tanked everyone, hacking her bag to see if Dreepy was ok. He had been shocked yes but seemed fine once the situation had been explained, returning to the bag, his little face sticking out to watch everything going on.

“ok, ok. I think I’ll survive, got to remember not to stand under trees so much here hah.” She grinned in her weird lopsided way at Devra and thanked her, a little damp but otherwise fine now Val was doing her heat thing. “hope you got the shot you wanted, sorry to startle you all.” She even looked to Cole who had stopped what he was doing to investigate.

The little pup was sniffing at Peach’s feet, her behavior making him very curious. “Don’t worry I got it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had snow fall on me while taking pictures during the winter. But yeah, maybe avoid that.” She laughed with the Professor as they continued down the road. “Must have woken you up real food though.”

“‘I don’t think I’ve ever been this awake in my life, and I don’t know how to feel about it.” A bit of a joke, as the pair wandered towards the town, the tops of roofs starting to show up in the distance, and the smell of chimney smoke giving them both a sense of the warmth to come.

She took a deep breath of the cold and crisp air. “First thing I’m doing is getting some coffee. I might like the snow but I like it with hot drinks even more.” She glanced around, noticing a small open area tucked to the side of the trail. “Hey! Why don’t we let Aliza see the snow there?”

Spotting the same opening the woman nodded, honestly focused on the mention of a hot coffee, but the untouched snow begged for prints to be added to it.

“you know she’ll be all legs, excited, trying to jump things, running about madly. Yes. Let’s let her loose.” It’d be cute, a pokemons first snow is always a special little moment. The pack moved to the opening, peach sitting to one side, Val and her scraping snow off of a fallen tree, sitting neatly together, while the little Dreepy came out to see what was going on.

“‘get your camera ready for it, you know it’ll be cute.”

Devra was already ahead of her, getting her camera set for the bright light of the snowy area. She then took out a pokeball and released Aliza, camera ready for anything. The young ponyta shook herself after being in her ball for so long, then looked around her her person. She snorted in confusion when she noticed all of the white around her, ears flicking about. “Look Ali! It’s snow!” Devra snapped a couple pictures before kneeling down to show her it was okay to touch. Coal even came over and showed her you could leave prints in the snow. Aliza slowly lowered her head, sniffing at the snow. But before Devra could warm her the ponyta let out a loud sneeze as some loose snow got into her nose. She reared back and snorted, shaking her head before she started running laps with little bucks and kicks.

Yep. Disgustingly sweet. Dreepy looked to the little hybrid ponyta with fondness and familiarity, but while she bolted about in excitement, kept his distance. Peach noticed this little moment, petting him every so slightly as he sat on her lap with its little arms folded. “‘don’t worry bud, she’ll come over when she’s ready, she’s never seen the snow before, I bet you were excited your first time too.” He made a weird chirping sound before continuing to watch quite patiently. Devra was busy snapping pics and playing, Coal too, everyone seemed content for the moment, it was very quaint.

“‘I don’t think anyone would mind us travelling with the whole group out of their pokeballs, they’re not exactly a difficult bunch of Pokemon. You should keep her with you, she’s obviously enjoying it a lot.” A laugh escaped her as coal and Aliza collided with a skid and sudden stop, not bothered by the slippery terrain, or the tumble taken, back up in no time.

“I think I will. She’s having so much fun I don’t want to stop her.” She finished taking her massive amounts of pictures, going over to join peach on the log. Aliza kept going for another ten minutes before she came skidding to a halt, snorting from all the running she’d done. She then trotted over to Devra for attention, leaning into her for the pets she so desperately wanted. As the ponyta stood there she noticed the little dreepy, abd stretched her nose out to give him a sniff.

Dreepy hid, just for a brief moment, before slowly peeking out, touching noses with the pokemon, to get to know her smell. He seemed happy after a moment where they got to interact, Aliza reminded him of the other ponyta he had gotten to know, though not quite, and he couldn’t quite put his little mitts on why.

“I must admit, I’m worried about this Dragon type with all this snow around. I’ve seen nothing but ice types since we got here, hopefully he stays out of too much trouble, maybe the ghost in him will balance it out a bit.” Peach was unfamiliar with both dragons and ghosts, having had very few in her lifetime, mostly dual type grass or bug, making them much easier to work with, this Pokemon actually did unnerve her a little, she couldn’t help but worry about him constantly in the back of her mind.

“‘fire types are so straight forward in comparison hah!” The cluster of Pokemon around them all fell into the fire category, bar the little dragon, and you could tell, their ambient heat was slowly melting the snow where they sat, puddles forming around their feet over time.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. Just got to keep him out of any fights for the time being.” She stood up after a minute to stretch. “Should we get going then? It looks like the little girl got her energy out for the time being.” Aliza snorted and gave Devra a little headbutt, making her giggle.

“sounds like a plan.” And so the group stood, brushed any snow off, and began their trek to the village close by, all Pokemon actually quite happy to walk together, aside from Val who took her watch post on Peach’s shoulder as per usual. It was however nice to see that little Dreepy being part of something now Aliza was out and about. He seemed a bit more confident for it.

“Hot coffee sounds amazing right about now, you really hit the nail on the head with that earlier.”

Aliza stuck close to Devra at they went, wanting to be close to the human that smelled like home. Coal on the other hand kept bounding ahead, keeping the group in eyesight. “So what area do you think we should go to first?”

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rosiehunterwolf · 3 years ago

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And the Walls Kept Tumbling Down

Prompts: Trust and Breakdown

Word Count: 3,706

Characters: Pixal and Lloyd

Timeline: right before season 8

Trigger Warnings: Mental Breakdown/Panic Attack, Lack of Self-Worth

Summary: Pixal has been Samurai X for awhile, now- a role that allows her to be herself, to be happy. But it’s also... incredibly lonely. Luckily, she’s not the only one alone- Lloyd has been left in the city while his friends go after Master Wu, and his presence is comforting. But as they struggle with a mysterious biker gang, Pixal can’t help feeling the want to be part of something more.

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13897921/1/And-the-Walls-Kept-Tumbling-Down

“Master Lloyd, maybe you should go get that checked at the hospital.”

“Pix, I’m fine, it’s just a scratch,” Lloyd mumbled through the gauze as he snapped it with his teeth, winding the last several inches around his forearm. “And I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Why? You are our master now, aren’t you?”

Lloyd snorted, tentatively testing his arm as he moved it back and forth. “I’m no master. I can’t even keep our team together.”

Pixal stared at him, shocked. “We all agreed on this, Lloyd. It is the most efficient plan to find Master Wu.”

“Yeah, and whose plan was that?” Lloyd’s voice was suddenly sharp.

“I believe it was Zane’s, but-”

“Exactly! It was Zane’s plan, not mine. I did nothing. And now, they’re off searching for Master Wu, and I’m sitting here, doing nothing.”

An unfamiliar sensation squeezed at Pixal’s chest, one that felt hot and fierce and miserable all at the same time, before she had to remind herself that no, she didn’t have a body, didn’t have a chest to feel pain in, and that she was just speaking to Lloyd over the monitors.

At least, in the moment, she was.

“Zane trusted me to watch over this city,” she insisted, her voice unstable- which it shouldn’t be, she was a nindroid, not affected by such things- “He trusted us.”

Lloyd flinched visibly, looking away from the computer they were using to talk. “Pix, I didn’t mean- look, I’m sure Zane much would’ve rather had you come along with him, but instead you got stuck babysitting me.”

“Normally, I would object, but I think you’ve already proven your own point,” she commented, shooting a pointed glare at his bandaged arm.

Lloyd gritted his teeth, letting out a slow breath. “I get it, Pixal, I’ll be more careful next time.”

“A doctor’s visit couldn’t hurt, Lloyd.”

“Will you drop it already?”

She frowned. “I wish you wouldn’t grow cross with me, Master Lloyd. I am only trying to look out for you-”

Lloyd stood up sharply. “I get it, okay? I’m incompetant. You don’t need to keep calling me ‘master’ out of pity, I know I’ll never be able to live up to my unc- Master Wu.”

Pixal blinked at him, stunned. “Lloyd, I never-”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear it!” And then he was reaching forward, slamming down the laptop’s lid, and Pixal’s world went dark.

He knew how much she hated that, when he turned her off or walked away without her consent, like she was some sort of object.

He hadn’t meant it- she had learned a lot about Lloyd in their past year alone together, and he often became impulsive when he was angry in order to cover up his sensitive, insecure side. It would probably only be a matter of hours before he came running back, apologizing repeatedly, and sobbing over what a horrible friend he was as Pixal patiently waited for him to calm down. But she had grown to like and respect Lloyd, and it still stung when he snapped at her, even though the logical part of her mind knew that it wasn’t really her that was the problem.

What bothered her even more so, though, was the things he said about himself. It had been abrupt, this time, but she hadn’t missed the times he had slipped it in more subtly into conversation. It made her angry, how he refused to appreciate himself.

And now, stuck in this stupid form, she couldn’t go after him.

Well. Technically, she could.

The Samurai X suit had been up and operational for a few months since her last major upgrade- the one that had finally given her her own, independent body, separate from just the mech itself.

But she was nervous to remove herself from the computer entirely. She was aware that she was so incredibly useful as a program, with instant access to all sorts of technology and data. She had become an asset to her team.

She liked feeling important, feeling like she was part of the group.

But being the samurai allowed her to physically be there. In these last few months, she felt like she had really grown to know and trust Lloyd- even if he didn’t know it was her beneath the samurai mask. She wanted to get to know the others fully, too- she was already fairly close to Zane, but she liked the rest of the team, too- Cole, Jay, Kai, and especially Nya, Pixal felt intrigued by. She had spent some time connecting similarities between them- there were a lot of differences, too, but she felt like they could be friends. A physical form would allow her to bond with them, like a human. She was well aware she wasn’t one, but she wanted to understand.

But she was afraid, too. Except for Zane, and maybe Lloyd, now, seeing the others again felt daunting. They had never been particularly close before she had been scrapped. What if they thought she was infringing on their team? The six of them had been close for so long. It would make sense if she wasn’t wanted there.

She just wasn’t ready, not yet. Communicating with Lloyd through the monitors would just have to do for now. It was difficult, though- it didn’t seem like he took her as seriously this way.

For now, though, they had bigger problems. Lloyd’s injury hadn’t been too severe, from what she could tell, and would heal quickly. But it had been a sizable wound, and could leave some pretty severe scarring, if he wasn’t careful with it- she knew he wouldn’t be, which was why she had to keep him in line- but the point was, these were no common thieves going around, dealing this kind of damage. This gang- whoever they were- were something bigger, more dangerous than their day-to-day threats. Pixal wasn’t sure if it was severe enough to start calling the others back- she didn’t want to interrupt their search for Master Wu. But she would certainly have to keep a closer eye on Lloyd from now on, to make sure he didn’t get in over his head.

She should probably start playing a more active role as Samurai X. Although the ninja had a tentative relationship with her mysterious persona, she wasn’t about to send Lloyd against this gang alone again.

She just hoped he would have her.

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The next call came in much sooner than Pixal had anticipated. At the unappealing hour of four in the morning, Lloyd hauled himself out of bed and stumbled drearily out the door at Pixal’s report of a prison breach alarm coming from Kryptarium. With the rush, there was no time to talk to him, and the drive to the prison was awkward and silent.

When they arrived, it turned out the alarm had been triggered by accident. The good news was there were no criminals to stop, the bad news was that they had woken up at four am for no reason.

Not that Pixal particularly minded- sleep was inconsequential to a nindroid, but Lloyd was less than pleased.

“I mean, if you’re going to have an alarm system that immediately pages the city’s ninja team and makes them stop everything they’re doing to rush over there, it should at least be heavily guarded. How do you even accidentally set off an emergency alarm? I thought these guys were supposed to be professionals!”

Pixal stifled a laugh as he paused, taking a sip of the iced coffee he had picked up as they had headed back. He had told her, “If I’m already up and ready, I might as well spend some time in the city for a little while. Y’know, in case they trigger any other ‘alarms’ that I need to go rushing off to.”

“Perhaps they need a lesson from the ninja,” Pixal suggested.

“I’ll say,” he grumbled. “I don’t know how this city ever survived before we showed up.”

“Well, experience is the best teacher, and you guys have triggered enough traps and alarms to last a lifetime.”

“Wait, what?” Lloyd spluttered. “No, we haven’t! We’re highly trained ninja, we’re better than that.”

“Oh, really? I seem to remember quite a few in the Tournament of Elements, or the time with the technoblades, or when General Cryptor tracked you- shall I go on?”

“Shut up,” Lloyd snorted, trying to hide his grin. “You don’t know nothin’.”

“You’re right, I don’t. I was only with you for a short time before I was uploaded into Zane’s head, and after that, my view of your adventures was extremely limited. I can’t imagine how much more trouble you got into when I wasn’t there.”

“I hate you,” he said, attempting to scowl and failing miserably, the look on his face was too comedic for Pixal to bite back her laugh this time. It wasn’t long before Lloyd joined her, and soon, he was bent over, clutching his stomach, and he had to sit down for a moment to catch his breath. Pixal felt warm inside as she watched him take a long sip from his coffee. She enjoyed seeing him like this. He had been far too tense over the last few weeks, and she missed the more childlike, carefree side of him.

After a moment, though, the expression on his face fell solemn, and he turned to the tablet they were using to communicate to look her directly in the eyes. “Pix, I’m really sorry for yelling at you last night. I was being a brat.”

She paused carefully, both relieved and nervous that they were finally addressing this. “Lloyd, I know you were hurting. I am only trying to look out for you.”

He put his hands behind his head. “Yeah, I know, I need to work harder-”

“Lloyd,” she interrupted firmly. “That’s the other thing. I need you to stop saying things like that about yourself.”

He cocked his head at her. “Like what?”

Good grief, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. “Talking down on yourself. I called you ‘master’ because that’s what you are now. You’ve earned this title, Lloyd. Just like you’ve earned everything else in your life, and more. It was not my intention to say you would take your uncle’s place, but say that you can be just as great of a leader as he was.”

Lloyd suddenly found the cracks in the concrete to be very interesting. “See, people keep saying that, but- it’s just so hard. I feel like I always mess everything up. Something always goes wrong, or worse, someone gets hurt-”

“Lloyd, you’re one person. You can’t expect to be successful all the time. You may be a ninja, yes, but your job is very difficult and dangerous, something most people wouldn’t even dream of tackling. You’re part of a team for a reason, and I’m sorry they’re not here right now, but until they return, you’re going to have to give yourself a little credit.”

Lloyd’s breathing hitched, and he scrubbed at his suspiciously wet eyes. His next words were so quiet, Pixal could barely hear them. “I just miss them. Everyone… everyone always leaves, and I’m tired of being alone all the time.”

Pixal was struggling to breathe herself- even though she was a nindroid, didn’t need to breathe- the sensation was still there.

She could remember when she had been alone too. Those nights after Zane had… had died, had been some of the worst times of her life. The emptiness had only made it sting worse, but when Lloyd had reached out to her, she had refused him.

She had been scared, scared to let anyone else into her life in case she lost them too, but now she realized that he had been hurting just as much as she had. She knew his friends had gone off on their own like she had, leaving him just as alone as the rest of them. She had been the cause of that, she had only hurt him more when he was already going through so much.

When she spoke again, it wasn’t just for the situation at present.

“I’m sorry, Lloyd. I’m so sorry.”

He looked up at the screen, his watery green eyes staring into hers, then raised an arm, his fingers ghosting the screen, before falling back to his side. He looked away, swallowing.

“What is it?”

“I just… I wish I could hug you. I wish you were here. Like, actually.”

“I am much more useful in the computer, Lloyd.”

“Yeah, but you’re not… you’re not here. I don’t care about how useful you are.”

Pixal let out a trembling breath, but Lloyd hardly seemed to notice, already beginning to stand up. “Sorry about being such a downer. I better get back to the Bounty, I’m sure the police have something for me to do.”

“Lloyd?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’ll be fine. I just… they’ll be back soon. I know they aren’t like… other people. They’re going to come back. And besides, until then, I’ve got you, right?” He gave her a shy smile.

Pixal froze. This was it. He was extending- a metaphorical- hand to her. Offering her to be part of something that she had been wanting for a long time.

But it felt wrong. She wasn’t a ninja. She wasn’t one of his teammates. What if she was assuming wrong? What if he wasn’t really asking that?

“I’m not one of the ninja, Lloyd. I can’t help you the way they can.”

“No, you’re whoever you want to be, Pix. But you’re still my friend.”

Friend. Pixal felt a sudden urge to correct him, to tell him he was mistaken. “I’m not part of your team. I… I can’t be.”

“Trust me, Pix- in every sense that matters- you are one of us.”

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“Pixal, I need my car! Now!”

The nindroid’s voice came out slightly crackly from the radio. “Your coordinates, Master Lloyd?”

“I’m somewhere around… well, you know how to find me.”

The cable he was gripping onto slowed to a stop, then quickly began to swing back down. Squeezing his eyes shut, Lloyd prayed that Pixal knew what she was doing, and let go.

Air whipped past him as he fell freely, the fall feeling both agonizingly slow and alarmingly quick at the same time, but before he had time to question what the hell he was doing, a blur of green darted out from a nearby alleyway, and Lloyd fell into his car.

He quickly pulled himself up and took over the controls. “Impeccable timing, Pix! You’re getting good at that.”

“I have to do something while you’re busy fighting crime, don’t I?”

“Speaking of which…” Lloyd cut off, gritting his teeth as he wove in between cars on the busy street, chasing after the biker. “Who is this person? Anything you can tell me about them?”

“They appear to be affiliated with the same criminal biker gang we have been having trouble with over the last few weeks. I am afraid I cannot tell you anything other than that. They have been keeping a very low profile.”

“Well, whoever they are, they’re good. I’ll keep you posted.” Gritting his teeth, he pushed on the gas and shot through the streets after the mysterious biker. They were a skilled driver, but Lloyd wasn’t lacking in that department either, and soon, he had caught up to the biker. The person’s eyes glowed an eerie red through their mask, their expression emotionless, and Lloyd forced his gaze away for a moment to examine the object in the back of his bike- presumably the stolen item. It was a red mask, with an ugly, beast-like face patterned over the top, complete with a mouth of crooked, yellowing teeth, and deep, glowering eyes. It looked like nothing more than a costume. Lloyd wondered what they could possibly want with it.

Putting on another burst of speed, he pulled in front of the biker, making them screech to a halt to avoid a collision. The two of them stared each other down, only a short stretch of road between them.

The criminal revved his engine, and suddenly, was racing towards Lloyd. Lloyd began to do the same, and just when he thought the biker was about to hit him head-on, mechanical arms extended from the bike, driving into the road, and sending the biker flying over his head. Lloyd slammed to a halt and jumped out of the car, running over to the bridge as the biker went over the edge. He yanked something near his chest, and all of a sudden, a big sheet was billowing out from his back, gray and black and red-

Lloyd’s breath caught in his throat as the parachute unfolded fully, revealing the emblem of a face that Lloyd had never thought he would see again.

No, no, no. Lloyd stumbled back from the railing, his breath hitching in his chest as he tried desperately to draw it in. This doesn’t mean anything. Perhaps they just are a fan of Garmadon, it doesn’t mean he’s here-

But it wasn’t working. His body just wasn’t listening to him, his heart beating too fast, his breath trembling and shallow, and his head-

“Lloyd!” A voice came from seemingly out of nowhere, and in his panicked state, he couldn’t, he couldn’t-

“Lloyd, it’s Pixal. What’s happened, why aren’t you responding?”

Oh. It was Pixal, on… on the radio. With trembling fingers, he reached down and switched on his mic. “...Pix?”

“Lloyd, don’t scare me like that, what’s wrong?”

“Pixal… Pixal, I don’t know…” Oh gosh, he was spiraling, spiraling hard, panic swamped his brain as images of his father flashed before his eyes, first running off with the golden weapons, then trying to kill him when the Overlord had taken over, then when he had submerged under the ocean, down, down, down with the Preeminent-

No! Lloyd’s eyes snapped open, scattering the images. He couldn’t be thinking about this now, not- not when-

Oh gosh. His father couldn’t be involved with this gang, he couldn’t. He was gone, gone for good. He missed him, so, so much, but nothing with his father was ever that simple. Something always went wrong, and Lloyd was just beginning to get over his last death, he couldn’t- couldn’t live through the pain again-

“Lloyd, Lloyd listen to me, just try to breathe-”

He could barely hear her. His legs had stopped working, and he sunk to the ground, hugging his knees to his chest, trying to remember to breathe. The last thing he needed was to pass out from lack of oxygen.

He buried his face between his knees, gulping through the sobs. Dammit, why was he like this, he hadn’t had an episode this bad since Morro-

And now he was thinking about that part of his life, one he had so desperately hoped to forget- it had been years, why was still not over that, he had gotten good at suppressing those feelings long ago, but when he got like this, he couldn’t control anything-

He hated when he got like this, it was so terrifying, he just wanted to go home, he just wanted Kai to be here, why was he always all alone-

Suddenly, firm, cool arms were wrapping around him, pulling him close. Lloyd gasped, his eyes flying open sharply.

A pair of glowing green eyes stared back at him, shadowed with fear. “Hey,” she whispered, her metallic jaw moving with the words, “I’m here now. You’re going to be okay.”

He had lost it, he was hallucinating, how was- how was she here-

“Pixal?!”

“Yeah,” her voice was quiet, rubbing her fingers across his palm. “It’s me. I’m here.”

“How?”

“I’m Samurai X, Lloyd.”

“Oh.” Vaguely, a part of his mind told him he should be more surprised by that piece of information, but he was just tired. His mind was already on overdrive, he couldn’t afford to take in anything else.

“Lloyd.” Pixal’s voice was scared, and he realized he was trembling in her grip. “Please, what has happened to you?”

“It’s- it’s…” Lloyd gasped for breath. “My dad, he- the biker, he was- he had-” and those words alone were too much. Everything was breaking, splintering apart right in front of his eyes, and he clutched onto Pixal like she was his lifeline- in a way, she was. She felt different from Kai’s warm, soft touch- harder and cooler- but sturdier and stronger, too. And right now, Lloyd could use a bit of strength.

But most of all, she was here.

“Why did you tell me?” He managed to get out. “Out of everyone, you told me first? Not Zane?”

Pixal was silent for a moment. “I know what it’s like. I mean, not exactly- I can’t feel what you are feeling right now. But… feeling emotions has been hard. Draining. You, out of all people, seem to know that. But you’re still so strong through everything. I just… you helped me to see how to heal. How to get better.” She paused, looking down at her hands. “But I guess it doesn’t always work out that way. I figured it was about time I helped you back.”

He leaned his head into her lap, examining her long, silver fingers, brushing them gently. “I like you like this. You’re pretty.”

He wasn’t looking at her face, but he could almost feel her smile. “Thank you. I worked hard to make this. I wanted to make sure… that I was better, this time. I still have some modifications to make, but…”

Lloyd winced, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry I made you show me before you were ready.”

“Lloyd,” she said firmly. “This was my choice. Not yours.” She took one hand and turned his chin so their gazes met, green on green. “I trust you. I always have.”

Lloyd felt his lip tremble. “I-”

Pixal stopped him. “It’s okay, Lloyd. You don’t have to say it. I know.”

Lloyd curled into her side and wept.

#ninjago #ninbingo #my fic #ninjago lloyd #ninjago pixal #hope you guys enjoyed!#this was really fun to write #i finished it in like three days wow look at me actually being productive for once #but yeah pixal is underrated and i needed to be sure to add her at least once into this found family event #because she's just as much a part of the team as any of them ❤

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sisterspooky1013 · 3 years ago

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Only One Choice, Chapter 5

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

They’re sitting in the car outside her mother’s house, and she’s stalling.

“Are we going inside?” Ethan asks with a confused smile, and she nods wearily.

She’s been dreading telling her family. Well, not her mother; Mom will be thrilled, as will Bill. Charlie will act appropriately happy but doesn’t actually care that much. But Missy….Missy will see right through her. She always does.

They exit the car and make their way to the front porch, her stomach twisting in her gut all the way. Ethan knocks, casting her concerned glances intermittently. She knows she’s not playing the part of “recently engaged” very well. She’s told Ethan that it’s just nerves, and that she hates making big announcements, which is true. She’s still trying to convince herself that’s all it is.

The door swings open and Charlie greets them with smiles and quick hugs, and they make their way to the kitchen where Mom is still finishing up dinner.

“Grab some wine and take a seat,” she directs them as they each kiss her on the cheek, “Missy should be here any minute.”

She pours herself a very full glass of wine after asking Ethan if he can drive home, then plants herself in an armchair that only seats one. She’s been craving personal space lately.

Ten minutes later, Missy breezes in the door, giving Dana a skeptical glance; leave it to Missy to immediately pick up on something being off. They better get this over with soon.

They all sit down and say grace. Missy holds her left hand and she can feel the moment her fingers make contact with the ring. Missy yanks on her arm and gives her wide eyes as everyone else at the table thanks the lord for their daily bread. Dana glances at her briefly and then looks away. It will all be out in the open momentarily.

“Before we dig into this lovely meal Mom has prepared for us,” Ethan begins, “Dana and I have some news to share.”

Oh god, here it comes. Maybe the huge glass of wine was a bad idea.

“Am I gonna be an uncle, D?!” Charlie says excitedly, and both she and Maggie shoot him an unamused glare.

“Not just yet, Charlie,” Ethan says with a cautious smile. “Dana and I got engaged. We’re getting married!”

Dana holds up her left hand with a thin smile, and Maggie and Charlie both provide appropriately big, happy reactions complete with hugs and congratulatory slaps on the back. Missy raises her eyebrows and looks at her baby sister with a bemused expression.

“Oh, this is such happy news, I wish your father could be here,” Maggie says, clutching her hand to her chest. “We’ll have to call Bill and Tara after dinner.”

Dana forces bites of pot roast down her throat and avoids her sister’s eye for the following twenty minutes, then leaves Ethan and her mother to share the news with Bill as she escapes to the back porch. Charlie, as usual, finds his way to the couch with a beer.

She’s sitting on the steps of the porch, working on her second glass of wine, when she hears the creak of the screen door behind her. She doesn't need to look to know that it’s Missy; she can hear the swish of her flowy skirt and the jangle of her stacked bracelets. Missy sits down beside her and they are quiet for a few minutes, the dark night illuminated by a waxing crescent moon.

“Is this really what you want, Sis?” Missy asks in a tone that’s soft and concerned.

“Of course, Missy. Ethan and I have been talking about getting married for years,” she says, hoping it sounds more convincing than it feels.

“I know. But…” she trails off and sighs.

“But what?” Dana prods her.

“Look, Sis, Ethan is great. I love him, and he’ll make a great husband. I’m just not sure he’s the right one for you.” Dana can feel her sister looking at her in the dim light, but keeps her eyes on the blooming hydrangea bush at the bottom of the stairs.

“He’s a great guy, Missy. He’s kind, and generous, and he has a stable job. He treats me really well. There’s no reason NOT to marry him,” she offers, taking a big gulp of her wine. “Dad loved him, he’d be so happy to know we got married,” she adds.

Missy scoffs. “Two years underground and you’re still trying to please Dad?”

“He was cremated, Missy,” she replies deadpan, avoiding the point.

“Okay, so two years underwater, then. Doesn’t change the fact that Dad liking him isn’t a reason to marry someone. Neither is them being great husband material. The only reason to marry someone is because you want to marry them. Do you want to marry Ethan?” She can feel Missy’s eyes on her face.

“Yes,” she says in a weak voice, unwilling to elaborate.

Missy sighs. “Okay, if this is what you want, I’ll be here to help you in whatever way you need. But if you change your mind-”

“-I’m not going to change my mind, Missy,” she cuts her off.

“Well,” Missy continues, “whatever happens, I’ll be here. Thick and thin, right?”

Dana looks at her sister then, and smiles as they clasp hands. “Thick and thin.”

The following week, she takes herself out for Sunday afternoon coffee to one of her favorite places near the apartment. She likes to go out alone for coffee or lunch sometimes, just to have some space to think. Lately, she’s been needing a lot of it. The cafe is bustling with the after-church crowd, which makes her feel guilty for not going to mass with her mother. It’s difficult to talk to Mom right now; all she wants to do is talk about the wedding, and that’s the last thing Dana wants to discuss. Ethan wants to get married soon, this fall, and the whole thing is so overwhelming she shuts down every time they try to talk to her about it. She wishes she could pause life for a while, until she can sort out her feelings.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she hears a familiar voice call from beside her, and she looks up to see Mulder, dressed casually in jeans and a grey T-shirt.

She smiles reflexively, the first time she’s felt a real smile tug at her lips in a week or more.

“Mulder, hi,” she says, genuinely pleased to see him. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, this place is right near my dealer’s house,” he responds, and flashes her that boyish grin at her shocked expression. “I was actually just checking out a record store around the corner and decided to grab some coffee. How are you?” The question feels so real, like he actually wants to know how she is. She doesn’t want him to leave.

“I’m well, would you like to sit down?” she says as she gestures to the empty seat across from her, pulling her hand back when she realizes that he’ll likely notice her ring. She surreptitiously slips it off her finger and tucks it into her pants pocket.

He sits, and she can’t help but take in the way his shirt hugs his broad shoulders, and the hint of defined pectorals underneath. He is a seriously good-looking man.

“So, whatcha been up to?” He asks, taking a sip from his to-go cup.

She should tell him the happy news that she’s gotten engaged, but she very much doesn’t want to.

“Not much, just cutting up dead bodies and teaching others how to do the same,” she responds dryly.

“Slicin’ and dicin’,” he says with a nod, and she feels a sense of relief at being able to make such a crass joke to someone who understands the kind of work she does.

“Exactly. How about you, working on anything interesting?” she asks, and never has a social nicety been more genuine.

“That depends on your definition of interesting, I suppose,” he begins, “we’ve got the face mutilator, the acid thrower, and the super-stabber, who you’re familiar with.”

“Quite the line up,” she retorts.

“I realize I didn’t get the chance to ask how you ended up at the Academy,” he inquires.

“Oh, um I was actually recruited out of medical school,” she replies, taking a sip of her coffee.

His eyebrows jump and he leans forward a bit. “You’re a doctor, then?” he asks, and she gauges only that he’s impressed, not surprised, which is a nice change of pace. People don’t seem to realize that it’s not a compliment to express disbelief that she, of all people, would be a medical doctor.

“Mmhmm, all pathologists are trained medical doctors,” she confirms with a nod.

“Your parents must be very proud,” he offers, and she makes a face.

“Not exactly. My father actually passed away a couple years ago, but he was less than pleased with my decision not to pursue medicine as a career. My mom is moderately more supportive, thankfully.”

She catches his eye and is surprised by the intensity of the look he’s giving her.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father,” he says as though he knew the man, and it catches her off guard a bit. She changes the subject.

“What about the X files, anything interesting happening there?”

“Well, no, given that they don’t exist anymore. You wanna hear about an old one I investigated?”

She nods emphatically.

“There was this team of researchers up in Icy Cape, Alaska. They were geophysicists, drilling ice core samples. They’d been up there a few weeks when there was an odd video communication received from one of the research team members saying “we are not who we are” before he shot himself in the head, then all communication went dark.”

“What happened to them?” Scully asks, leaning towards him. She’s immediately drawn in.

“Well, that’s what we went up there to find out; myself a physician, toxicologist and a geologist. When we got there, the whole crew was dead, only a dog that belonged to one of them survived. He appeared to be rabid, and he attacked me and our pilot. When we examined the dog, he had these black nodules on his skin.”

“That sounds like a symptom of bubonic plague,” Scully offers.

“That’s what Dr. Hodge thought too. Anyway, the pilot ended up getting infected as well, and we had to restrain him and remove this worm-thing from his neck. He died immediately after we removed it.”

“A worm-thing?” Scully asks, “what was it?”

“I’m still not entirely sure. The geologist found an ice core sample that was probably over 250,000 years old, and I think the worm came from the ice. Some kind of prehistoric parasite that overtakes its host. We eventually figured out that to kill it, you have to introduce a second worm into the host, and they’ll destroy each other.”

“Why haven’t I ever heard about this? It seems like the kind of discovery that would make the news, at least in the science community,” her mind is reeling, now with excitement.

“Well, that’s the thing. After we were evacuated, they destroyed the drill site and all the evidence.”

“They?” she inquires. “Who is ‘they’?”

Mulder smiles knowingly and she has the overwhelming urge to touch him.

“That’s the million dollar question, Scully. That’s what the X files sought to answer. Who, or what, is behind the mass coverup of information that would prove the existence of extraterrestrial life?” He says it so casually, like it’s the most irrefutable fact in the world instead of some half-cocked conspiracy theory.

“Huh,” she sits back in her chair. “Are there a lot of cases like that one? In the X files?”

Mulder’s mouth quirks, and she can tell that he’s pleased by her interest in his old work.

“Hundreds, though I only have about fifty in my possession. I took the juiciest ones, of course.”

“What else is there? Tell me about another one,” she asks unabashedly. She’s fascinated.

Mulder looks at his watch and makes a face. “I wish I could, but I have a prior engagement. I have them stored at my apartment, I could show you sometime, if you’d like. Do you like cats?”

Her eyebrows lift. “Is there an X file about cats?” she asks, and he laughs.

“No. Well, actually yes, but I’m asking because I have a cat. You aren’t allergic, are you?”

“Oh, no,” she says as she feels her cheeks warm.

He reaches into his wallet and hands her his business card. “Give me a call, or shoot me an email. I’ll show you what the FBI doesn’t want you to see,” he punctuates this with a wag of his eyebrows as he stands. “It was really good to see you, Scully,” he says with an earnest look, those eyes seemingly seeing right through her.

She swallows hard. “You too, Mulder,” she replies, and watches him walk out the cafe door.

She looks down at the business card in her hands:

Fox W. Mulder

Criminal Behavioral Analyst

Behavioral Science Unit

She wonders what the W stands for. She wonders why she cares.

#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files #alternate universe #x files fanfic

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save-me-san-fran-psychonauts · 3 years ago

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Do you have an AO3?

WELL, I do but tbh im a bit nervous to post any of my fics. I've always been really self conscious about my writing. I'm hoping to get some of these ideas out there one way or another.

But if it suits you, here are some little snippets from my unpublished fics

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Ford's ears were ringing. The psychic feedback from the mental short circuit had wiped out everyone who was nearby. As his senses returned, he blearily opened his eyes. For a moment he was convinced he had gone blind, before the falling snow had finally cleared and the bright white scene came into focus.

The surging flood and crashing rush of water had stood still. The waves that surrounded them were frozen in time. All around him, destroyed homes and uprooted trees were preserved in towering swells. The Hyperhyglaciator had gone off after all, Ford thought to himself. It was deathly still and eerily silent. The ocean had become a desert.

When Ford's hearing returned, he realized it wasn't silent at all. Someone was screaming.

"Helmut! Helmut! Oh my god, Helmut! Let go of me! No, no, no, please! Please! Helmut!"

Cassie and Otto were physically holding Bob back as he clawed his way toward the frozen lake. His boots dug into the ice as he tried to wrench himself away from his friends. His arm reached out toward the ice, and his voice trembled as he cried, "Please! You have to let me save him! He's still down there--Helmut!"

"Are you insane?" Otto grunted as Bob elbowed him. "Bob, get ahold of yourself! No one could survive that!"

A resounding smack made everyone's heads turn. Otto has fallen into the snow, clutching his cheek.

Cassie stood over him, enraged. "Shut up! For once in your life, shut up! Go talk to Ford! Go see what you can do, for God's sake!"

Otto stared at her, his eyes burning with shock and betrayal, before he wordlessly stood up and hurried toward Ford.

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Ford stood above Otto’s workbench with that knowing grin and glint in his eye. He was holding something in his hand. Otto pointedly stared down at his work, trying to keep Ford from going off on another human potential speech.

“I want you to picture this,” Ford sat on Otto’s desk in an effort to draw his attention away from his innumerable blueprints and plans. “Humanity has barely scratched the surface of what potential the human mind holds. ["Oh, here we go," Otto muttered.] Psychology, Neuroscience, everything we have is only a dent into what we know about the pile of meat floating around in our noggin. As psychics, we have the opportunity— no, the privilege to be able to see what makes us all different; what makes us all connected. All we need to do is knock.”

Otto finally looked up at him. “Ford, I hate to cut off your inspired rambling, but that literally looks like a tiny door made of popsicles and glue.”

It was infinitely more well designed than Otto gave him credit for (Ford always did wonders with a wood knife) but it definitely resembled a door. As Otto turned it over in his hands, he couldn’t detect anything special about it. The more he inspected it, the more convinced he became that it was just a kindergarten crafts project born from the mind of his crazy friend.

Ford snatched it back from him, "That's because this is a prototype," he said quickly. "This baby is going to be our ticket into the mental world."

Otto looked at the door and back at Ford with a raised eyebrow.

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“Tea or Coffee?”

“Do you have anything cold? It’s hotter than hell outside.”

“Iced tea or iced coffee. Or water if you’re feeling peckish,” Chloe added dryly.

Elka took the hint and politely asked for the coffee. She watched wordlessly as the kitchen seemed to spring to life as various mugs and tins floated across the room, effortlessly dodging each other as Chloe manually filled the electric kettle and plugged it in.

Chloe leaned on the counter as the water began to boil and returned Elka’s gaze with a long glare. Elka felt her face heat up, desperate to fill the awkward silence.

“I never knew you were so... skilled at telekinesis.” Nailed it.

Chloe’s expression did not shift as she replied, “It was a requirement to be at least above average in TK if you wanted to join the Psychonauts. I had to train myself, but Bobby helped me with the more precise maneuvers.”

Ah. Sore spot. Didn't nail it.

#ask #one fic is where elka chloe and bobby explore a haunted house and get to know each other #one is otto and ford going through college together and talking about what they want to do in the future and it's a little gay #one is the battle of grulovia...#anyways.#i'm too nervous to post this in the main tag so uh. secret fic snippets i guess

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magalidragon · 4 years ago

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dragon in a waterfall | a “bird on a wire” drabble

I don‘t know where this came from but I wrote it very fast at lunch. It is a missing piece to “bird on a wire” aka the Princess and Bodyguard fic. It is vaguely referenced in one of Dany’s thoughts in that fic. This is ANGST. Apologies for boo boos.

There was a ringing in her ears when she flicked her eyelids up, confused, wondering how come an alarm was going off-- shouldn't it be the middle of the night? Was she sleeping this entire time? Perhaps she was dreaming?

She tried to sit up, her chest aching, pressed on concrete, her evening gown torn from her shoulder and the skirt ripped in several layers around her knees and feet; she was really cold. She never was cold; dragonblood, everyone joked, kept her running hot even if the frigid climes of the far North. Except now she shivered, head to toe, her skin pebbled to gooseflesh. The ringing was getting worse, when she tried to sit up, and she blinked again, her cheek scratched, and her side damp, like she'd landed in a puddle of water.

And she realized she was not dreaming.

Oh no, this was a nightmare.

"Jon!" she screamed, her throat vibrating from the exertion, the volume in her scream. It came from her collapsed lungs, expanding them painfully, the horror at what had just happened settling into her memory, returning from the blacked out moment on the concrete.

She tried to stand up, but Barristan was grabbing her around hte middle, liftin gher bodily from the ground; her shoes were missing. Her bare feet scrabbled on the cobblestones, unable to gain traction, her arms flailing, scratching at the bodyguard, refusing to listen to his commands. Viserys was screaming for her, from the backseat of an SUV, before the door slammed on him, and she thought she heard her mother sobbing for her as well, and where was Rhaegar? Did it even matter?

Nothing mattered.

None of her family mattered to her, because she had realized now what had happened, and why there was a damp spot on her side, and her body bruised and battered, and the chaos swarming them. She could only see, tunnelvision, everything black on the edges of her sight, the figure lying in the center of the courtyard, blood pouring underneath him, Ser Arthur hovering over him, staunching bleeding with the shawl that had formerly been around her shoulders, and now was trying to keep blood in someone's body.

All she could see now was a hand, off to the side, fingers unmoving; fingers that had been in her palm only moments before, that had squeezed her hand deftly, when no one was looking, before she entered the Casterly Rock gardens for that evening's outdoor gala, to celebrate Rhaegar's coronation, while on a tour of the Westerlands. It was never meant to be, it seemed someone was unhappy with that idea, and they'd decided to slip in under the guise of a waiter? A driver? Another bodyguard? She did not know, nor did she care.

BEcause whoever it was had called her name and she turned, and then there was a shocking pain in her side and then she went flying on the ground, because Jon had lunged in front, throwing her behind him, and taken the hits instead. At least, that's what she had envisioned in her mind, everything blurry and fuzzy, but it was making sense.

And he was lying there, dying on the stones, and she was somewhere else, ignoring Barristan as he tried to wrap a bandage around her, in the back of an SUV, while she clawed at the glass window, the door handle, screaming and desperate, not feeling anything but the need to get to him.

"Jon, Jon, Jon!" she repeated, delirious, screaming, her throat hoarse. She spun on Barristan, trying to crawl over him, over Ser Gerold, who was barking at the chauffeur to get them to the pre-arranged hospital and ensure there was a full detail there. "Let me out ! I'm fine! Let me out! I need Jon!"

"Princess you're injured!"

"No I'm not!" she howled, evne though her hands were red, staining the inside of the SUV, and her head was swimming, everything staring to get fuzzy again. Gerold was saying she was in shock, she had to stop, but she kicked at him when he moved to wrap her in a blanket, and continued to sob for Jon.

If he dies, I will die too, she thought, the last image before she passed out, of his face, before he'd pushed her, before everything went to the seven hells, when for a brief moment, they were a couple entering a party, to enjoy an evening, to dance, and maybe kiss under the stars. His shy smile, tugging at the corners of his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling, so very handsome in his black suit, and even with that wiggly little wire that came out of his ear and threaded down his neck and arm to the microphone in his hand. She jokingly called it the Sea Snake. She'd given it a name, after the famous Sea Snake himself, saying "Corlys must be with us today" when he had to wear it around her.

He had been smiling because she whispered to him that they were practicing for a real date, one day, and it had been joyful, but sad too, because they didn't know when or if or how they could ever have such a day. A day where he was Jon and she was Dany, and they were just out having fun. They were strangers in a bar, they met, and they went back to his place or hers, and then coffee the next morning.

It was easy to pretend, because she knew they couldn't have it the other way.

Not yet.

They were working their way there, they were going to try, one day, but not yet, because things were too new with Rhaegar as king and Viserys was sick and too many changes at once were too much for her family to handle.

And now it was all gone.

She was going to lose him, before she could ever really have him how she wanted.

Stolen kisses in alcoves, disappearing in crowded dance floors in illegal clubs, and running into the night from hidden passageways, with sometimes months in between each. She lived in a constant state of missing him, aching for him, even when he was inches away from her, always there, her protective shadow.

He had his hair back that night, like he did on big events, to keep it from his face, and she'd joked in the car over-- it had just been them-- that he looked like an aging hippie. He teased her that he thought he looked like a young intellecutal. "You, an intellectual?" she joked, kissing his knuckles. "The man who has comic books on his nightstand? Hardly."

"I'll have you know those comics are pretty deep, talking about man's fight against nature and his own inner self."

"Jon, it's about a cartoon Night's Watch ranger."

"Exactly, he's fighting against his internal demons because why else would he join the NIght's Watch?"

"You did."

"Aye," he admitted. He turned to her, and stole a quick kiss, only because the partition between them and the driver was up. He whispered, earnest, squeezing her hand hard. "And it brought me to you."

She brushed her hand over his cheek, regretfully sighing when the car came to a stop. "Hold my hand before we go in? Just for a moment? We can be on a first date."

"Save me a dance," he murmured, kissing her again, chaste, breaking away quickly to step out of the car first, to run around and hold open the door, and she blinked back tears, and plastered her smile on, breaking her cheeks and forcing it back, so when she climbed out of the car, waving at the crowds that had gathered outside Casterly Rock to see the royal family and other assorted celebrities enter for the grand event, she would be envied and beloved.

Daenerys, Princess Royal, didn't everyone want to be her? She was so beautiful, so famous, so lucky. She could have anything she wanted-- a horse, cars, planes, a castle even, and she never had to work, never had to give up anything for it, because that's the type of life she could have.

And they never knew that the glow to her cheeks was from sobbing before they left the hotel, the shine in her eyes was unshed tears, and her heart was breaking, each and every single day.

The Dragon Queen, the tabloids called her, even if she was but a princess.

She dreamed now, a world that was not her own, and perhaps she was dead. Was this the afterlife, have I been burned like my ancestors before me, she wondered, drifting through trees, the ground soundless under her bare feet.

And she emerged in a beautiful clearing, with waterfalls in a pool, crashing against stones, jagged and lurching upwards from the ground. It was breathtaking, snowcapped mountains surrounding the valley, hiding it from anyone who dared to enter such a peaceful sanctum. She smiled, her fingers dragging along some flowers bunched around the rocks near the pool-- blue winter roses. They smelled so sweet, i twas like they were emerging from a wall of ice.

She tugged on one, and lifted it to her nose, inhaling the lovely aroma.

"They make me think of you."

Turning at his voice, she was not startled-- of cours ehe was here with her. He approached slowly, not in the all black suit he'd been wearing or the black uniform he favored or even his clubbing attire of black leather and boots. He was relaxed, just like her, barefoot and free, white button down and loose gray pants. She noted she was in a white dress; are we getting married, she briefly wondered.

She let him take the flower from her fingers, reaching to tuck it into her hair, his hand dragging down her jaw and to her throat, his finertips alighting on her pulse. "Jon," she gasped, hands upon his chest. "Is this just a dream?"

"If it is a dream, then it is a good dream," he answered, lifting her lips to his, kissing against the backdrop of the falls. She moaned softly, returning the kiss, and clutched at his shirt, desperate for it, praying it would never end. Except it did, and he broke away, the side of his nose against hers, breaths mingling. "Blue winter roses are strong and survive in the harshest of winters, like you do Dany. My dragon."

She blinked away tears. "Are we dead?"

"No."

"Then where are we?"

He glanced around, smiling and shrugged. "Appears we are in the North...I remember this place. I came here as a boy."

"It's beautiful."

"So are you."

She wanted to stay there forever; she knew it couldn't be. "We could stay a thousand years," she said, watching his face, the happiness there and then the sadness, his gray eyes clouding over. "No one would ever find us."

"We'd be pretty old."

THen we'd be pretty old, we could grow old together, you and I, away from it all. She allowed him to embrace her, kissing her, and swallowing her up, the dream falling away, like water trickling through her fingers.

And she woke up, lying in a bed, harsh hospital lights on her, and a tube in her nose. She was stiff, cold, awkward. The linens were scratchy and they'd placed her in a gown. She had an IV in her arm, which she ignored, turning and struggling, her strength returning. An alarm beeped, like the ringing in her ears from after hte attack, and someone yelled that the Princess was awake. I have a name, she thought, her feet hitting the cold title floor. She whipped off the oxygen tubing around her ears and nose, fighting at the IV line connected to a stand next to her.

A door burst open, her mother rushing in-- still in her deep plum evening gown-- with a doctor and a nurse and Barristan. "Your Highness!" Barristan exclaimed. "Please, the doctor did not want you moving."

"Daenerys, darling, please listen to them," her mother called, grabbing for her hand. "You need to rest, you've been hurt! Oh gods, please just stay put for once in your life, stop trying to run away!"

No!

"Jon!" she exclaimed, pushing at them. "I need to see him! Is he dead?"

Barristan shook his head and Rhaella pushed her towards the bed in the brief moment she paused, focusing on the old guard. "No, he's in surgery, please, do not worry about..."

"I have to worry about him!" She knocked away a nurse who was moving for her IV, after the doctor said something about a sedative. "Don't you drug me! I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, and I am the Dragon's Daughter and you will not stop me from seeing him!" All the strength inside of her raged, fire flaring from her eyes and heaving in her chest. She did not care. "He is my Jon, he took a knife for me, and I will not be pushed aside like a simpering little girl!"

They didn't even tell her what had happened ot her; she guessed from the bandages wrapped around her middle, the ache there, that hte knife had swiped her, but not enough to do significant damage, as she could walk and talk. They all stared at her, stunned, but she didn't care, pushing Barristan aside and struggling towards the door.

Rhaella drew her shoulders back, voice cold. "Get her a chair, at least a robe, she will not be stopped." She smirked. "I know my daughter."

"But Your Highness," a doctor began, but silenced upon the glare Rhaella shot him. He nodded meekly and hurried out.

She collapsed into a wheelchair, head in her hands, and allowed htem to wrap her in a red robe that had bene in her hotel room last she remembered. Time meant nothing to her; it could be days later, or hours, and she grabbed at Missandei-- her best friend of course had managed to get in-- when they went down the hall, seeing her urnning towards them from an open set of elevator doors.

Missandei cried, grabbing for her. "Oh gods Dany! I was so scared! You're alright?"

"Jon was stabbed," she said hollowly.

Understanding, Missandei pushed away a nurse and took the chair, pushing her where they led, into an elevator, up a few flors, and down some hallways. They pushed her into a room, dark, only lights from the operating suite it flanked, and she realized it was where the doctors and nurses scrubbed up before surgery. She forced herself to her feet, grabbing the edge of hte window, staring at the activity going on in front of her.

Doctors and nurses flurried about the prone body on the table, bloodied materials tossed on the floor around their feet and tray tables at their elbows. There were flashes of metallic objects as they worked, and monitors seemed to be hanging and standing everywhere, she couldn't focus on one or the other. Some had lines going across them, numbers blinking and flashing. Others magnified the activity going on on the table, all red and confusing.

There was something pulsing in the doctor's palm and she realized in shock it was his heart. They were fixing his heart, stitching it together.

But that's my job.

That's my heart too.

"Is he going to be okay?" she croaked.

Someone said that he'd been stabbed seven times, one straight to the heart, and the doctors were doing all they could. Her mother lightly touched her elbow, whispering. "He did his job Dany. I know you were close darling, but he did his job. He protected you."

No we weren't just close. It seemed Barristan had realized that, even if her mother hadn't yet. They would soon, because she wasn't going to stop. She whispered, shaking her head. "He saved me, Mother. he didn't protect me, he saved me." He saved me in all the ways you can be saved. So many, many ways.

"We need to get you back to your bed," Barristan murmured.

She shook her head. "No, no I am staying here. I'm not leaving and when he's ou tof surgery, yo uwill bring me to his bedside."

"Dany," Rhaealla began.

She whirled on her mother, shouting. "No! No Mother, I love him, don't you get it? He's not just my bodyguard, he is the love of my life and he's lying there on a table, bleeding for me!" Her shoulders shook, the wails taking over her, and she released everything she'd been holding in, unable to take it, and fell into the chair, no longer able to speak, because she missed him and she hurt everywhere.

It was out, the secret was out.

Months and years of hiding, gone now, and she didn't care.

Time passed; she knew htey drugged her and she drifted away into a dreamless state, and came in and out, noticing that Rhaegar was there and then her mother, and she caught snippets of them saying Viserys had gone catatonic and was being taken back immediately to Summerhall for treatment. She thought she heard Rhaegar say something about "if he pulls through we need to move him" and her mother saying that "it wasn't time for that."

She wanted to be out somewhere, in a club dancing, partying, and she wondered where Drogo wa shaving one of his latest raves and bashes. It would be fun, she thought, tasting the alcohol on her tongue, her nose burning from smoke. She came to again and this time there was no one in the room except Barristan, who ordinarily was her mother's guard, and for some reason was here with her.

"Barristan," she mumbled, blinking; her eyelids felt like there were weights on the lashes.

Barristan smiled and touched her hand, whispering. "Princess."

Understanding, she tried to sit up, panicked. "Jon, is Jon..."

"He's out of surgery. Come Princess. Before your brother finds out." Barristan helped her from bed, into a wheelchair, and bundled again. He took her from her room, in a fancy private suite, and said something to the other Kingsguard, so many of them flitting about, in their black suits with white shields on the lapels.

In another wing, in a smaller room, with a window looking from the hall into it, he pushed her towards a bed, where Jon was lying, his chest marred with bandages and tubing, arms locked down from wires and monitors. There was a tube for oxygen around his nose, but no ventilator, and monitors beeping erratically around him. Barristan leaned down, whispering. "His heart rate has been...worrying. It keeps dropping. They needed to shock him twice."

Tears did not fall now. She pushed herself forward, towards the bed, her limbs clumsy. He was so still. He was sleeping, but it was scary, because his skin was ashy and his cheeks gaunt-- had he always been so thin? She traced his collarbone, where a few lines went into his skin, and along his pulse. It thrummed under her touch. There were dark bruises under his eyes and his dark curls were lank, pushed under his head and out of hte way. She noted that his muscles were hidden under bandages, but he was strong, in so many ways, and he would recover.

He had to.

She touched his hand, sliding hers into it, and held tight. It was limp against her. "Jon please," she whispered, squeezing. She leaned in, lips against his ear, begging. "Please I need you. I love you. Come back to me."

Careful of everything, she crawled onto the bed next to him, her head beside his on the pillow, and she ignored Barristan trying to say that maynbe it wasn't good for her to be there, they should get her back to her room. No, I'm not leaving. She kissed the corner of his mouth, sighing. "Jon, come back to me, I love you, you can't leave me. You're mine."

A monitor beeped. She darted her eyes towards her, the heartrate increasing, and then steadying. She knew it would. He could hear her; he was in that clearing somewhere, waiting for her, and she closed her eyes, to fall asleep and go visit him there.

"Da....da..."

The raspy sound kept her from falling into that world, her eyes springing open. "Jon?" she breathed, looking down at his face.

His eyelids fluttered, cracked lips trembling. "Da...ny."

"Jon, oh gods Jon," she cried, kissing him, holding his face in her hands. "It's me, I'm here."

His eyes opened, giving her a glimpse of the cool gray, and his lips pulled back, barely. "Da-ny," he slurred. "Love..."

"I love you, I know, don't talk. Don't talk, I'm here."

They would deal with the repercussions later, the fallout from the attack, from everyone knowing. Of course they knew now, because she thought she saw Arthur in the hallway which meant Rhaegar was nearby, and when her brother the King discovered that his sister the Princess, was in love with her bodyguard, it would have to end. It would be too difficult to maintain impartiality, it would look wrong, and it could never happen. He could not be her match, because she was the Princess of hte Seven Kingdoms and he was just Jon.

She didn't care right now.

It would fall out the way it would fall out. They could deal with it then.

Right now, he was alive and in her arms, and that was how it should be.

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