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monstersandmaw · 2 years ago

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Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt: female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents: Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

Wordcount: 4400

Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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facts-i-just-made-up · 2 years ago

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Fake Zelda World Record?

With the announcement of the first world record for the new Zelda, Tears of the Kingdom, there is a new controversy- Is Willy Mitchum's high score faked? Here are some key facts that suggest it may be:

The run was posted several days before the game was released, suggesting this may have been an illegal bootleg copy.

Instead of the Switch logo at the beginning, the logo says "Unregistered Hypercam 2," which is not a Nintendo system.

Several Chuchus appear to spawn in a "T-Pose." This is not a normal glitch as Chuchus do not have any limbs.

Though common playthroughs of the game can feature construction of various vehicles, the Dragster built in this game crosses all of Hyrule in 5.51 seconds, which should not be possible.

When link sets the band stage on fire early in the run, the audience stays in their seats. In normal play, they run away, suggesting that the fire festival was a scam.

Zelda's name in the cutscenes is frequently misspelled "Zelle" and she is unable to give link any rupees because she claims his bank account is not connected, despite him confirming the routing number many, many times.

Mitchum has the high score of 1,062,801 points, but the new Zelda game does not keep track of "points" at all.

This screencap of the 100% completion screen does not appear in the regular Switch version of the game:

#zelda #totk #nintendo #gaming #unreality #why does et have a dick tho

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another-lost-mc · 1 year ago

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Omg a fellow F1 enjoyer here!! I absolutely love all your works, but I especially loved that one even more! 🥺 can I request for the dateables and side characters too pleaseee? 🫣

a/n: I'm glad you liked it! the demon bros were more like mc's little crew and it was such a cute idea. I think the others would still support mc in their own way too.

➤ when MC is a professional F1 driver | the dateables + mephisto

1.3k words | sfw | gn!reader | fluff & slice of life shenanigans

cw: developing relationships with the other characters (except for baby brother luke who is strictly platonic and mc's #1 fan).

related versions: the demon brothers

Diavolo

— He's thrilled that you're forging your own path in the Devildom and that the demon brothers are involved.

— He's impressed by your abilities but he still worries about your safety.

— Every morning when Barbatos brings him his morning paper, he scans the front page and sports sections for articles or photos about you or your latest race.

— He saves clippings of all your newspaper/magazine appearances and keeps them in a scrapbook.

— His original intention was to give it to you as a gift when you finished your year in the exchange program. He ends up making copies for everyone who wants one and keeps the original for himself.

— He has his own impressive vehicles. your excitement is palpable when he shows you the collection in his garage. When you go out together, he offers you the keys and hopes that you'll take the wheel. (He can't explain why he likes it so much.)

Barbatos

— He's a skilled driver himself even though he rarely needs to drive. Portals are so much simpler.

— The Devildom racing league tightens up its safety and security measures when you join. Barbatos personally oversees that their lax approach to rules and safety are amended. He argues that there's a fortune to be made for having the novelty of a human world driver on their track. He promises with fake smiles that their license and investments will suddenly be forfeit should anything happen to you due to their negligence.

— Barbatos doesn’t have a lot of free time to watch your races in person, but he follows your Devilgram account and watches the highlight reels that Asmo posts when he is done working for the day.

— He receives your fan club's newsletter. He's also purchased some merchandise as well, including a coffee mug he uses when he drinks tea privately in his chambers

— The Little D’s are some of your biggest fans too. Some of them make zoom-zoom noises as they race each other in the halls of the castle. (Little D Number 2 has tried to "borrow" Barbatos' fan merch, several times, but always gets caught.)

Simeon

— He's not sure why humans are so fascinated in sports or activities that look far too dangerous. He admires your passion and hates it at the same time.

— He’s a little nervous the first time you offer to take him out for a joy ride, but later he admits it was surprisingly enjoyable. (Anything with you is enjoyable, though.)

— He and Luke go to your races and both of them have a small collection of your fan merch.

— He’s very concerned about your safety. He knows humans are less durable than demons are and he watches from the stands with the pent-up energy of a bird about to take flight. If something happens, he's going to be out of his seat and flying to your side to help you.

— He secretly hopes you’ll retire from this career sooner rather than later because he’s terrified you’re going to get hurt (or worse) one day.

Luke

— He’s fascinated by the sport and how talented you are. He thinks it's a little scary how fast the race cars drive and he reminds you before each race that winning isn't important, as long as you're safe and having fun!

— He makes cupcakes and other yummy treats for you to celebrate your big wins. The cake and icing is dyed the same bright colours as your racing car.

— He loves it when you give him a chance to visit you behind the scenes at the track: exploring the pit, letting him sit in your car with your too-big helmet teetering awkwardly on his head.

— The others get a little jealous when you show Luke special attention, like when you wave to him in the crowd before a race or hug him when he runs up to you after.

— Luke likes sitting shotgun when you drive him and the others around town or for little day trips. Mammon even gives you permission to take him for drives in his own car sometimes. (Mammon lets Luke sit in the front seat with you if the three of you go somewhere together.)

— Luke talks about you constantly with his roommates in Purgatory Hall. He also mentions you a lot to Michael and even offered to send him some of your fan merch.

— (Michael grows more curious about you with each story or photo Luke shares with him, but he won't admit it to himself or anyone else.)

Solomon

— Solomon doesn't have an interest in most human sports, but when he meets you, his interest in the racing world is piqued.

— Whenever he wants to go out somewhere, he insists that not only should you go with him, but that you should drive, too.

— (There's something about your cool confidence and quiet joy behind the wheel that makes him feel things.)

— Your fan following in the human world is almost as impressive as your growing popularity in the Devildom. He goes on a little shopping spree, buying up the various official and fan-made merch that was sold during your rise to success.

— He keeps his favourite items for himself but lets the others have their pick. You think it's embarrassing how he even managed to find some of this junk (really, who has a pristine copy of an old racing calendar?). The demons and angels divide it all amongst themselves without too much arguing—at first. (You leave when someone suggests Rock, Paper, Scissors to settle some of the arguments over the most coveted items everyone wants for themselves.)

— Solomon rolls his eyes when Mammon claims loudly that this stuff is gonna sell for a fortune in the Devildom, but he knows the Greed demon has no intention of selling any of it. (Asmo confirms later that Mammon keeps everything he claimed, including the little collectible figures of your old racing car, on a shelf in his bedroom.)

Mephistopheles

— He's completely unimpressed with you when you first arrive, and he really doesn't understand what all the fuss is about. So what if you're human? You're completely ordinary and boring and unremarkable, so why should he care?

— The revelation about your human world profession, and your dramatic debut into the Devildom racing scene, changes his mind. Professionally, anyway.

— It's hard to refuse his next assignment when the prince himself takes such an interest in you. Mephisto is the RAD Newspaper Club representative tasked with covering your career and setting up interviews and photo-ops that the rest of the school are clamoring for.

— Mephisto really underestimates your popularity. He grits his teeth when Asmo cackles on the other end of the D.D.D. and informs him that he'll be added to the list of news outlets that want an interview with you.

— Seriously???

— (He refuses to be affected when you admit bashfully that interviews are something you'll never get used to, and that maybe if he's feeling generous, can he be kinder than some of the human world reporters used to be?)

— He gets special access, along with one of the Newspaper Club photographers, to the front row staging area so they can capture the best shots of you before, during, and after each race. He hates your bright smile when he grudgingly hands you a photo afterwards. Don't get the wrong idea, either: it's for his younger brother. Mephisto couldn't care less.

— (His brother is over the moon when Mephisto gives him the signed photo later. If he's smiling, it's only because his brother is happy!)

#obey me #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me little d #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #obey me luke #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #obey me mephistopheles #mephistopheles x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #x reader #gn!reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months ago

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AITA for not comforting a child after her science project didn't work?

( 💞💥 to find)

Okay this was a while ago but I still think about it sometimes and I'm genuinely unsure of if I did the right thinh.

So I (15F at the time) was a part of a science league thing facilitated by my school. Basically, you would meet after school once a week to study/work on projects, and then go to a competition in the spring against other schools. There were a bunch of different categories and activities but they were primarily separated into ones you had to study for (and would then take a test on) or build for (like a wheeled vehicle or a model plane, which would be graded). It was really fun and low-key compared to the sports programs at my school, so I liked it a lot.

A friend of mine, who we'll call S (15F) was also in the science league. We did a lot of study based competitions together, and usually placed in the competitions. During our third year, her youngest sister, M (12ish), joined the league. She was a really sweet and smart kid, and she was interested in trying a building based event. You needed two people to enter an event, so I volunteered to build a marble rollercoaster with her. M also grouped up with a girl in her grade for another building project (I think it was a plane).

Because M was doing two building events (which were predictably a lot more time consuming than the study events) and the school musical, we agreed I would create the plans for the rollercoaster and get the materials together. Now, each building events came with a printed copy of parameters and optional features that could get us bonus points. I decided on attempting for three bonus features (two jumps and a loop). Between designing on paper, adapting for the parameters, measuring out the track lengths, and gathering materials (that of which I had to switch out half way through), the whole process took me about four months to complete, and that was just the planning. We were getting pretty close to the competition date when we started to actually assemble the damn thing (at this point she had finished up her other stuff and was able to help me more consistently), and we were having a lot of issues with getting the track pieces to fit together. As I remember it, the problem came from having to fold the track over a bunch of times so it would stay in the 30cm-somethingish width parameter. The Thursday before the competition (which was in Saturday), M volunteered to take the coaster home and finish it there. I was honestly so relieved when she said this, because I knew through S that her dad was really handy, and like mini trebuchets and stuff for fun.

Flash forward to the event, when we're boarding the bus going to the school hosting the competition. She gets on with a cardboard box, and excitedly shows me a marble rollercoaster that is absolutely not what she left with at all. For reference, the original plan for the coaster was made of pvc pipe, which I spent around three weeks measuring out and cutting with a band saw in the shop room. This rollercoaster was two pieces of plywood with tinfoil tracks that you leaned against the cardboard box she was carrying it in. She hadn't included any of the extra features I had implemented to get us extra points. While I was shocked and admittedly pretty pissed I didn't say anything because she was a) a kid and b) I assumed that there was probably some issue that had arisen in testing that necessitated the changes. When we went to impound she struggled a lot with setting it up and the three pieces weren't attached with anything and were literally just leaning against each other. At this point it was also visually obvious that the width want way beyond 30 cms, and when the judges came around to measure, it turned out that it was above the allotted height too. M was looking really nervous about now, so I assured her that most of the time, the marbles don't even make it down the coaster tracks, and as long as our marble makes it to the end we should be able to place. Except, when it came time to release our marble, it moved for about three seconds before getting stuck in the tinfoil. We were allowed to try two more times, and it got stuck in the same place each time.

M was very visibly upset, and looking back I think she was on the verge of tears. It can't really remember what I said; I know I didn't say anything malicious or accusatory, though. Honestly, I think I might have just stood there in silence, because I was honestly really fucking angry that she ditched my design for no apparent reason and didn't bother to check any of the available rules or even test her design. But I don't think that anger justified leaving a little kid without support when she was upset.

tldr: When I was a teenager I didn't comfort my friends little sister after our marble rollercoaster didn't work because she had ditched the design I had made for one that broke parameters.

#aita #am i the asshole

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starrymused · 7 months ago

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@lannamused

Why did he feel like he was going to be sick? It wasn't like he needed to be nervous or anything; he'd been kept in the loop every step of the way as Jack and co. worked on bringing Yang down. With the help of Yeon-woo, Jack and Polina had tracked down every colleague of Yang's that held a copy of his blackmail tape. Jack had assured him that they'd ensured all physical copies had been destroyed (Polina had taken it upon herself to quickly check they were legit before doing so) and Yeon-woo had hacked into their servers to track down any digital copies that might be floating around. Once he gave the all-clear, he then shared some interesting secrets that Pretty Savage had been keeping with Alexei. With those in his arsenal, the lawyer was able to pull all of colleagues together to work on not only exposing Yang and the company for their shady dealings but to begin the process of securing Yang's assets so that they could later be passed on to Dae and Singularity.

Dae was touched, more than he ever thought he could express. He'd gone through his life with the mindset that he could only truly rely on himself and that everyone else would just get in the way or backstab him. He knew he was a key player in this gang and that he was needed for the drug side of the business due to his company shipments being the main way for drugs to travel. But he could also sense the care and sensitive approach that was put into this job. He really appreciated it.

With all of that going on, leading to this moment, Dae knew this was it. This had to be the end. As he stood in front of one of Polina's torture warehouses, he took a breath. They were far away from the city, out here in the countryside. There were no houses out this way and the nearest gas station was quite a drive off. Gunner who was used to driving Alexei all over the country said that barely any vehicles drove out this way so there would be no disturbances. He was alone to deal with this evil that had plagued his life since his teenage years (unbeknownst to him at the time) and someone who tried to ruin it completely since the last two.

But he wasn't alone to face it. While everyone else was still working hard to keep this under wraps and prepare for any challenges, Dae had Kwang-sun here with him. Kwang-sun had been the one to keep tabs on Yang, stalking him like prey, until he was given the go-ahead to capture him. Despite his quick-temper and desire to cause Yang suffering, he'd done it with the proficiency he was known for in his professional life. He always knew what was expected on a job and worked to achieve that.

Dae was glad he was here.

"Okay," He spoke calmly despite how fast his heart was racing. Damn these nerves. Why was he nervous? "Let's go in."

#lannamused #&; ( dae ic )#&; dae verse ( main )

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wolven91 · 10 months ago

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Drifting - Part 15 (Epilogue)

Casper's time in the void was shorter than usual.

Even without the evidence of passing time, there had always been a period where the young man settled into the distinctly unsettling feeling of nothingness. He'd said his goodbyes to Spectre the first, a geckin mech that had served him well, but would not follow him wherever he went now. It was geckin's property after all. After that, he powered down and had keyed for his casket to be ejected slowly, rather than be fired like an artillery shell to get him away from the current threat.

The moment he disconnected from the machine, he was plunged back into the dark, however, he didn't get a chance to 'settle' before light and sound returned. Casper was used to this now, it was always harsh to return to the real world, it hurt and was confusing as his mind reconnected with the various senses of his body once more.

There was a roaring din that deafened him immediately, even more so than normal. Before he could open his eyes, something was pressed over them. It covered the front half of his face and looped over his ears and behind his head, an elastic band holding the soft material firmly in place. The hands that manipulated him were careful, supporting his head and placing it back down, rather than letting Casper drop. The young man squinted, preparing for the pain of harsh bright light.

Instead, it was muted.

There were lights overhead and shadows and silhouettes that blocked it briefly as they moved around his casket, but the darkened, translucent material that covered his eyes prevented that stab of pain as his eyes, used to the dark, adjusted to the real world again. As he considered this, the dark figure slipped a set of earmuffs over his head and pulled a mic down, so it comfortably touched his lip. A deafening roar that Casper hadn't even begun processing yet died and he was left in a far more comfortable state.

Wherever Casper lay, rocked from side to side, the whole crew reacting and stumbling to the right, then left. However, the silhouette that was crouched over Casper reached out his hands and prevented the human's head from hitting the edge of the casket.

"We got you buddy, you,okay? You hurt?" Asked an unknown voice, the voice coming over clear and precise through the headset.

"Where's Qik?"

"She's fine buddy, let's get you sorted first, then we can see her, yeah?"

Casper nodded as he felt the casket being peeled away from his bottom half. The shadow over him turned his head and Casper caught sight of a pair of long ears, clipped back and out of the stranger's way as he spoke to someone else.

"Vitals are thready, looks like we need fluids, do we know how much these guys are supposed to weigh?" There was a pause. "Alright, just ensure we get transport when we land. Hey buddy!" The voice spoke to Casper once more. "Can you touch your fingertips for me? Like this?" The stranger made a familiar gesture, touching his thumbs to his fingertips in series. Casper knew this exercise.

Casper raised his hands, wincing as his skin once again felt sore in the open air, and tried to copy the speaker. The young human grit his teeth in frustration as he couldn't see to command his digits correctly, the thumb either not moving or seemingly not obeying.

"It's okay buddy, you looked like you hurt for a second there. Can you tell me where it hurts?"

"It's m-my skin. It's-it's fine, it'll calm down." Casper explained, trying to reassure the speaker. The shadow turned his head again, touching a hand to his own headset.

"Bird Two medical to hanger. Inbound thirty seconds, unknown species, pulse is thready, we got casket burn, subject is disorientated and likely severely malnourished. Get a bath ready." The rocking of whatever transport Casper was on board intensified before a firm judder ceased all further movement for the machines.

There was a flurry of activity as the crews that worked within the confined space of the vehicle seemingly all had jobs to do. A new lopel appeared above Casper and apparently was attempting to wheel him away.

"Can I see Qik?" Casper asked, feeling helpless as his legs merely twitched when he attempted to move them. He was utterly vulnerable in the hands of a whole new set of people and beings. The radio in his headset crackled and a familiar voice spoke to him. It was as if her lips were right next to his ear as she spoke, relieving him of his worries.

"I'm here Casper, I'm here. Just a few feet to your left. Lay back, these guys will do the work. Just relax, okay?" She asked gently. Casper tensed his whole body and sat upright, much to the surprise and mild panic of the lopel that was still half crouched, half sat on the shell of Casper's pilot casket. As the human raised his head and cleared the lip of the sarcophagus, he saw Qik was doing the same, a black headband was over her head too providing her welder's goggles and an oddly shaped headset with mic covering her ears.

She gave him a grin and a small wave that turned into a thumbs up. As always, she seemed untouched by the machine's drained aura.

"O-okay..." Casper replied, relieved to hear her voice and lay back down, much to the approval of the lopel that was being wheeled along with Casper. He was the spitting image of Qik, only instead of brown fur, he was a bright grey, with the exception of his hands, face and the lining of his ears, which had white fur.

"Are you friends with Qik buddy?" He asked with a still light tone, but with a hint of scepticism. Casper nodded his head, feeling tired, he laid his head back into the gel head rest of the casket and closed his eyes, releasing a tension he didn't realise that he'd been holding. The grey lopel touched the top of one his blunt claws to Casper's shoulder, waking him, the grey alien wore an impish grin.

"Took me four years before Qik started talking to me! You cooperate with the docs that we're about to meet and I'll trade you an embarrassing story about her at the bar, deal?" Casper couldn't help but match the creature's mischievous smile, which only broadened as the hot mic and headset was immediately bombarded with Qik's heated voice.

"You asshole! I'll cut your ears off!"

Casper couldn't help but join in with the laughter of the crew who were obviously also listening to the exchange. The grey lopel hopped down off the casket as he introduced a new set of lopels, who would then look after the human.

== 0 ==

It was nearly an hour and a half later before Casper saw Qik again.

The door hissed open, and Casper turned from the window from which he was staring out of, he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face seeing her.

She was dressed in a set of clothes that Casper had never seen before. Gone was her signature Nerve Suit which she had worn under her jacket at any point that she wasn't undressed completely. Now she wore grey, for lack of a better term, lounge wear. It looked comfortable and baggy, although the waistband hugged her hips pleasantly. She did, however, still have on her jacket, reassuring him more than he realised. It was a slice of 'normal' while everything was unfamiliar.

"You get your bath?" She asked casually, strutting across the comfortably warm room with the peculiar lopel gait that reminded the young man of runway models. Casper nodded; his hair was still shaved close to his skull so it had long since air dried but was still dressed in nothing but a fluffy black bathrobe. He previously had every intention of donning the perhaps oversized jogging bottoms and shirt that had been laid on 'his' bed by someone unseen while he was freshening up in the bathroom.

"Yeah, I was going to get dressed but I got distracted." He explained, gesturing at the large window that showed the pair of them outer space.

Qik merely 'hummed' in agreement as stepped up next to the shorter human. Beyond the 'glass', was a purple and red nebula, frozen in time as they swirled together creating a beautiful display that had simply awed the man.

"You didn't get bored of all this going to the Geckin worlds?" She asked, still gazing out the glass. She gestured to the amazing display before looking down at him with an easy smile. Casper couldn't help but give her a smile back, his eyes wrinkling in the corner as he turned back to the cosmic event.

"No... I just kept to myself to be honest. Didn't have a window seat. It's... I don't know I don't have words." He explained honestly, he felt breathless, almost nervous, but couldn't put his finger on why.

"Remind me to show you the observation deck tomorrow." Qik offered quietly, slipping her thumbs into her waistline, and seemingly settling into a comfortable silence. Casper joined her a moment, before a frown flashed across his face, turning to her.

"Tomorrow? Why not today?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"You really feel up to talking to a hundred different people? You're the hot topic Casper. New species, new pilot. Even a few rumours of you besting me in a fight." Qik explained, an accusatory eyebrow rose to the ceiling as she side eyed him. Their initial fight was a sore spot for Qik, this Casper knew. He'd promised almost immediately afterwards to take the event to his grave and turned to her to offer his full attention.

"I swear I didn't say anything to anyone. I know about your reputation and-" A palm clamped over his mouth, silencing him quite effectively.

"Shut it." She demanded, releasing him, and touching the tip of his nose with a single finger.

"I know you didn't say anything. But my rig had a new head. A new head is a sign of someone taking your head off. The engineering crew are rather protective of their work and notice when someone's touched a single bolt, let alone replaced the whole thing. Don't worry, Just feign ignorance. But if you're up for crowds, I don't mind taking you to see the stars."

In hindsight, that sounded like more than what Casper felt up to. He still felt drained and tired. He knew himself well enough that interacting with strangers right now was ill advised. Still... he didn't want to miss the views.

"How long is our journey? Am I likely to miss anything?"

Qik snorted and turned from the window, resting her rump against the table that sat underneath it.

"Hardly. We're on our way to the next closest station, that'll be a five- or six-day trip. We'll trade, sniff for jobs, and get some free time. Plenty of time for you to star gaze."

Casper turned back to the window and squinted as he saw something move against the black. It was small, but just big enough to make it out.

"Hey, there's a ship out there!" At Casper's alert, Qik hummed curiously and turned her head, narrowing her eyes before turning back to the human.

"Don't worry, that's one of ours. Looks like a point defence platform. We're on the carrier, holding all the mechs and a slew of hanger space with repair docks for anything and everything. Problem is, we're a sitting duck on our own." She thrust a thumb over her shoulder at the window. "That 'little guy' is a massive frigate. You can tell because of all the little nubs on its edges." Qik explained. Casper leant forwards over the table and studied the ship. It was triangular in shape, but along its smooth edges, it did indeed have bumps, breaking up its profile every few centimetres.

"Those are turrets. It can handle everything from tiny drones to fighter crafts to anything roughly the same size as the frigate. Keeps them off the carrier's back. Keep looking out that window and you'll see its brother floating around somewhere. We have between four and six frigates following the carrier, each designed to keep a different kind of enemy off us. The one's without all those nubs will have a long straight piece, either on top or below it. That's a railgun. Those frigates handle the bigger problems."

Qik paused, before reaching out a large hand to grasp his shoulder gently. Her hand dwarfed him, but she never felt heavy to him, nor did her squeeze do anything but reassure him.

"Casper, you're safer than you've ever been on board this craft." She declared truthfully.

Qik pushed off from the table and walked over to Casper's bed, stretching as she walked until her fingertips brushed the ceiling. She threw herself onto his bed and gathered a pillow beneath her head with a comfortable sigh.

"Honestly, it's adorable how you still enjoy the stars. Everyone who's in space for a living just kind of forgets they're there." She offered from her lounged position on his bed. Casper turned to her and shrugged then tried to suppress a yawn, using a thumb to rub his eye as he spoke.

"It's new to me. I lived in a city; light pollution stopped me from seeing all but the brightest. What's the station like?" He asked, curious as aside from the intake, which he really didn't remember much of, he hadn't seen other stations.

"Geckin run, but it's on a major shipping lane. Expect a whole plethora of species. Although the ssypno and the geckin portions are kept separate, for obvious reasons." Qik explained. "It's got everything a private military company could want. Work, trading, entertainment, sex, whatever scratches your itch. "

Casper blinked at the casual nature of Qik and reminded himself that despite her softness with him, she was a hardened warrior, capable of handling herself and killing people without losing sleep.

"I think I'll steer clear of that last one." Although Casper was sincere, Qik merely snorted again as if doubting Casper's words.

"Again; adorable. You might change your tone after being stuck on this ship with no one but each other to keep you company." The lopeljack explained as she lay on Casper's bed. His eyes roamed on their own, from her wide, fluffy toes, past her almost dainty ankles, up her thick calves and knee-weakeningly thick thighs, to the curve of her hips and toned front of a fighter who kept themselves in their best possible shape.

It was all topped with a head and face that watched him carefully, her ears having fallen casually across her body. Her smile was a knowing one. Casper swallowed.

"There's worse people to spend time with." The young man offered, suddenly nervous. Qik merely grinned. The air had become charged at the first mention of sex. Whilst he wasn't fully inexperienced, Casper did not have a 'body count' he could rely on. Qik however exuded confidence and experience.

"You'd think so, but I'm the big bad Qik. Nobody wants to spend time with a cold bitch like me." She explained, grinning wickedly. Her tone was mocking, welcoming Casper into joining in and to deny her claims. He couldn't help the smirk that pulled one side of his face up.

"I wouldn't mind." Casper replied correctly with a more casual tone than he really felt, shrugging and pointedly ignoring the nervous shake in his hands.

"Well, how about you come here then, and I can welcome you to the crew properly...?" She asked, crooking a finger and reeling the young man in with zero resistance from him. As he clambered into the bed and felt the lopel's hand gently grasp the back of his head, bringing him in for a kiss, the human was struck with a thought.

If this were the spoils of battle, then maybe Casper could get very used to being a mercenary?

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #lopeljack #bunny

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nonhumanresources · 2 months ago

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Author Of Her Own Story

Lil late but hey, this was meant to come out in October so y'know. It hasn't snowed here yet so you get some autumn vibes now instead. Also, this is the first story I'm posting from the commissions I opened up a few months back. More to come! This one was commissioned by @champloon, he's a cool dude! Go check him out!

Summary: Ryan attends the 16th Annual Harvest Renaissance Fair after several year of attempts, clad in the armor of a tinfoil knight and ready to have an incredible time. A disagreement with a vendor leads to a truly unforgettable experience with the patron saint of the harvest.

What to expect: Dragon transformation, TG, apotheosis, macro, forced language change, and some good old fashioned jousting.

Length: 4.5k words.

If you'd prefer to read this story in an easier format, here's a Google Drive link!

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Ryan’s greaves crunched on gravel as he stepped out of his car, raising one hand to block the noonday sunlight. It gleamed off the vehicle and his armor alike, wreathing him as if in some holy mandate—one that included a Honda, at least. He checked his pockets—wallet, phone, keys—then set off on his knight’s divine journey, into the great unknown.

Of course, it was only about thirty yards from his parking spot to the ticket booth for the Sixteenth Annual Harvest Renaissance Fair, but it still felt like some kind of mythical journey. After four years of work, inopportune family trips, and a particularly bad cold, he’d finally made it to the premier local late-summer festivity. Ryan had spared no expense on his cosplay; of course, with amateurish skills at the craft, “sparing no expense” meant using four rolls of aluminum foil to construct the vague approximation of a knight’s armor, but it had still come out alright. The foil wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso in large segments, secured to dark clothing, with a wooden sword slung in a sheath on his back and a shield on one arm with a crest he’d copied from an internet search emblazoned across the front. He’d opted for no helmet, leaving his long, brown hair to flutter in the wind. A leather bag was slung over one shoulder, half tucked under armor, less fitting but a necessity for any convention. He’d seen better, but it was difficult to look at him and think anything other than ‘knight,’ so he considered that an accomplishment.

Click on the read more for the rest of the story, as usual. I love comments and questions so don't hesitate to let me know what you think!

Ryan joined the ticket queue behind a witch and some kind of troll, anxiously awaiting his turn. Now that the day was finally here, he could hardly wait. This costume had been half completed at least a year prior, but his failure to attend had killed any motivation. Now, he was determined to make the most of it. The ticket line wait was made even longer by the blazing sun overhead, though fortune was clearly smiling on him this particular day, and the foil armor actually reflected a shocking amount of the heat back out into the sky (and onto those unlucky enough to be standing next to him, not that he could notice).

“Next!” a voice called out. The witch and troll duo shuffled away, leaving Ryan at the front of the line. He rushed forward and pulled out his phone. He flashed a QR code ticket to the elf sitting within the small ticket booth, who flashed him a practiced, tired smile as soon as it went though, and she stamped the back of his hand with a small pumpkin decal.

“The King welcomes you to the Harvest Fair,” she declared, talking fast. “All the kingdom’s greatest performers are present today, and eagerly await your fawning approval.” The elf glanced behind Ryan and groaned slightly, then pulled out a pamphlet, pointing at different sections of it as she rushed. “Map’s on page one and two, lore is right after that, read through it or talk to an actor and you can get an explanation on this year’s quest to serve the Goddess of the Harvest and whatnot. Vendors and food are inside on the left, performances are at the stage, jousting tourney starts in—” she glanced at her watch, “hour and fifteen, and bathrooms are marked on the map. Knight photoshoot times are listed if you care. Good day and happy harvest. Next!”

Ryan blinked. That was… some kind of way to treat a guest. He opened his mouth to ask about the quest, but the elf attendant was already waving the people behind him forwards, and he had to shuffle sideways to avoid getting his toes stepped on by a dwarf.

Well. He wasn’t about to let one rude employee ruin his day. She’s probably just overwhelmed running the booth all by herself, he reasoned. Not an excuse, really, but she had at least given him most of the information he was wondering about. He could always find an actor inside to get the rest if need be. As he walked through the front gate and caught his first glimpse of the fair, his heart swelled again, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. Flutey, medieval music floated over crowds who bustled between small, erected wooden castles and shops, while an incredibly colorful crowd meandered through the fair, taking in the sights and smells. Ryan took a deep breath and dove in.

The swell of people enveloped him immediately. Ryan rubbed shoulders with all manner of mythical beasts, races, and t-shirt wearing regular folk. He had to stumble to the side in order to circumvent a witch pushing a stroller covered in a paper mâché cauldron, then immediately duck sideways to avoid getting cleaved by a large ax that was resting on a barbarian’s shoulders. The whole affair was an utter jumble, but there was something magical about it all. And it’s not just the fairies, Ryan thought to himself, grinning.

The flow of the crowd had naturally taken him away from the stage, off to the left, towards the smell and sound of sizzling food. Ryan’s eyes went wide seeing a man no more than four feet tall walking away from a small hut with a turkey leg that seemed nearly as tall as he was. He’d eaten before leaving, though, just in case he was tempted to buy overpriced festival food, so he cut sideways through the flowing sidewalks and ended up getting dumped out into the slower moving foot traffic of what seemed to be the vendors’ area. He took a breath and used the opportunity to pull out that small pamphlet he’d received back at the entrance. One side panel listed events, confirming the upcoming jousting match; opening it up to the proper page on the inside, he found a large, illustrated map. He was shocked to find he’d traveled nearly a third of the length of the fair in arriving where he had. Standing on his armored toes and peeking over the top of the crowd, he was able to confirm that the entrance was quite some distance away, now.

Must be moving faster than I realized, he thought. The vendors’ area, labeled as The Harvest Market, took up a massive chunk of real estate on this side of the festival, which made sense based on how much of a community-built event this was supposed to be.

Might as well start here. Ryan tucked the pamphlet away and turned, stepping up to the first vendor he saw.

Various period-agnostic pieces of armor and filed-down weapons sat across tables and custom-built wooden shelves, providing the air of a blacksmith, perched atop a tablecloth likely purchased at a HomeGoods. A basket full of whittled walking sticks sat off to one side. Behind the tables, in the shade provided by a canopy poorly disguised as a storefront, a somewhat mousey man sat and squinted out into the sunlight (not to mention the light reflecting off of Ryan’s armor), dressed in a brownish tunic and coarse pants to give a sort of peasant-y vibe. A small name tag affixed to the tunic read Phil. He stood as Ryan approached and gave a wan smile.

“Welcome, Sire Knight!” he called, loud enough to be heard over the din. “I’ve wares to sell, should they be of interest to ye of noble ilk. Or nay, is it a quest ye seek?”

Ryan opened his mouth, then closed it before responding. That was more in character than he’d expected; he had some decent practice with voicework, but being put on the spot with an unpracticed tone was still difficult. “Ah. I seek to… browse. Good sir Phil,” he added hastily.

Phil nodded. His smile seemed to be propped against the side of his jaw, as if it were leaning on a wall. “Certainly. Rianne’s blessings to you, then, Knight.”

Ryan let silence fall for a moment, examining a dagger with a leather wrapped hilt. “Uh.” He coughed awkwardly. “If one… were to be seeking a quest, what would that entail?”

Phil, who had been moving to sit back down in his fold-out camp chair, straightened. “Aha! As the gods will it, so it be done, a Knight hath been sent to help!”

“Yes,” Ryan said, shuffling from one foot to the other. “And that help is?”

Phil’s grand presentation deflated slightly. “Why, only the quest of a lifetime? Rianne’s request, an epic journey only the bravest could hope to complete?” When Ryan only gave an apologetic shrug, he let out a disgruntled sigh. “The one on page four of the festival pamphlet and on the website when you scan the QR code on your ticket? That quest?”

“I got stuck on the map,” Ryan joked half-heartedly.

Phil groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Okay, well, doth the great knight feel inclined to consult page four of the festival pamphlet to receive his divine request from the goddess of the harvest, or would he prefer to browse some more?”

“Would you mind giving a condensed version?” Ryan asked, hopeful. That elf at the ticket booth had said to ask an actor, after all.

Phil threw a longsuffering sigh upwards (which, Ryan thought, seems kinda uncalled for, all things considered). “It really would be much easier if you just read it.”

“C’mon, I prefer acting anyway!”

“And I prefer when knights arrive ready to act,” Phil retorted.

Ryan folded his arms. “Aren’t renaissance fairs all about acting and improvisation?” He was feeling more and more put out by this being his first real interaction, after all the hype.

“First of all, it’s the Harvest Renaissance Fair,” Phil corrected, holding up a finger, “and second, I’ve had no less than sixteen tinfoil knights come through here with their dashing looks and ask me to read three paragraphs to them, and I’m getting real sick of it.”

At this point, Phil was looking quite worked up, and it seemed obvious there was no getting through to him. Ryan held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Okay, okay, listen, I��”

“No, you listen,” Phil growled, cutting Ryan off. “I’m clocking out. If you’re so interested in toying with precise narrative structure, then why don’t you try writing it yourself and see how much you like it? As the gods will it! Or god, in this case.” The man snapped his fingers and made a rude gesture in Ryan’s direction. It was his turn to grunt in frustration as Phil turned away after the frankly very confusing comment.

“Would you just wait one—” Ryan stopped himself and sighed. Whatever. It’s just one sourpuss. Don’t let it ruin the day. “Whatever. May your Harvest be merry, Sir Phil.”

Ryan furrowed his brow. “Excuse me. May the long nights bring light against fell dark.”

What. The hell. Something was wrong. He’d been trying to give Phil a few strong words, and perhaps an expletive or two, but the words came out… wrong. Obviously, that was not in fact what he’d said, twice. If it happened once he could chalk it up to distraction, but this was concerning. For his part, Phil just waved a dismissive hand from the back of his stall behind a large tote and said ‘bah!’

Ryan’s head felt… tight. Like his mind was pressing up against the inside of his skull, straining against the bone. He bent over, grabbing the edge of the table. With his head hanging low, he was able to watch as the sun flickered across his hands with an almost incandescent blue light, and with a series of small pops, claws erupted from each fingernail, poking into the fabric of the tablecloth.

Okay. Revision. Something isn’t wrong, something is seriously wrong. Ryan stumbled backwards, yanking his hands up to his face. Of course, embedded in the fabric as they were, the entire tablecloth came with them. With an enormous clatter, the weapons were unceremoniously tossed against each other and to the floor, crashing together all the way. Ryan couldn’t even attempt to help; the tablecloth was already tangling up his arms, hands balled up into the mass.

It must have just gotten caught on my sleeve. The claws had to have been some trick of the light off his armor. Tin foil was reflective, after all. Of course, he couldn’t actually check until this stupid fabric was taken care of. Unfortunately, each flex only swept more and more of it into the action, wrapping him up in layer after layer of fabric. He tossed one corner over a shoulder to keep track of it and somehow it managed to tangle up his whole arm. A series of knots almost cartoonish in their complexity were forming, and he seemed to be at their mercy. Several passersby were starting to stop and gawk, and Ryan could feel himself sweating as he struggled.

Finally, he hit a sweet spot and felt the fabric start to slide after tossing multiple layers of it over his shoulder. He took full advantage and yanked, the knots unraveling themselves like magic one after the other, hands finally, thankfully, sliding free. Ryan tossed his arms up into the air with a shout of triumph, not even bothering to check and discover that not only were they clawed, they were also blue. This was also the exact moment his chest decided to acquire a new look and promptly exploded outwards.

Ryan stared down in shock. He was used to being able to see his feet; this was distinctly not possible anymore. He found himself tipping forwards, and his arms pinwheeled wildly, trying to step forwards and catch himself. A numb tingling flashed across both legs, and they suddenly erupted into thick blue skin, pants straining. This did nothing to help steady him. He opened his mouth to yell, feeling like he was moving in slow motion, and it opened instead as a muzzle, pushed outwards and fused with his nose into one long snout, the yell emerging as a roar.

Just before he ate it, there was one final shhhRRRIP! from behind Ryan. He felt more than heard as his tailbone dropped the ‘bone’ suffix and became a full-on tail, the weight counterbalancing him. As if he was on a hinge, he swung back upwards. The tail impacted the ground with a dry smack, and Ryan was left standing stock straight, arms by his side, legs pointed inwards from their failed attempts to save him. With two belated flaps, a pair of wings unfolded from his back.

Around him, the crowd burst into applause.

This was so unexpected as to shock Ryan straight out of his stupor. His hands immediately flew to his face, finding a snout, horns poking out from his nose, his cheeks, his head, a pair of whiskers drooping down from either cheek. It only took a cursory glance to determine that the rest of him was similarly lizardlike. His entire knight’s armor had up and vanished; in its place was the tablecloth, tied across his shoulder and draped over his frame like a dress. A belt decorated with hanging jewels cinched it at the waist, and he was barefoot, though there were two large paws rather than actual feet, now. He was covered in vibrant blue scales from head to toe, but the ones across his neck and the front of his body were a hazy golden yellow instead, continuing on down the base of the tail that swayed behind him. He caught a glimpse in a polished shield and saw an unfamiliar reflection of a reptilian face that boasted yellow stripes across the snout, too.

Okay. Take stock. What can you actually do here? Ryan’s mind raced. She had to get out of there, find somewhere private to figure all this out. A change like this was bad enough; in public, it was one of her worst nightmares. The insane dragon body was the biggest factor, obviously. The new clothing was embarrassingly scant compared to a full suit of armor, but functional. She….

Oh. Wait. Okay, point three: Ryan was now most certainly a girl, and somehow the pronoun reference in her own head had already shifted. Disconcerting to think about directly, but it seemed fine to leave it alone, so she let that one slide for a bit. Not like she could pass as a man right now anyway.

Last thing: the crowd. She needed a way through. Ryan raised a hand, and the voices all died down to a murmur. She opened her mouth to politely yell at least one expletive and several panicked requests for people to please get out of the way now.

“Thank you! Thank you!” The raised hand became a wave as a feminine voice cut the silence from deep in her own throat. Ryan swallowed hard. Again. This time, she pictured the words before speaking them. Please get the HELL out of my way. Just eight words.

“Please, refrain from praising a humble goddess, citizens!” Wrong eight words. Ryan felt himself withering inside. This was out of control.

Someone stepped forward from the crowd, an elf with a badge that read ‘Nurse,’ looking concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay, Rianne?”

It’s Ryan, she tried to say. It didn’t work. “Your care lifts an immortal soul,” was what came out instead. “But Her Lady of the Harvest is well. ‘Twas naught but a minor altercation with a disagreeable sword!” Rianne—Ryan—let out a hearty laugh. Inside, she was yelling. She couldn’t stop herself from going along with this.

Maybe… maybe she had to play along. That made about as much sense as the rest of this. She chose her words carefully this time. “Though… if thou insists, take all pains to assuage your doubts as to my safety,” she said, holding out an arm. That was as far as she managed to push it towards Please give me an x-ray and tell me I’m just in some kind of nightmare bodysuit.

The elf reached out and grasped her arm confidently. The moment the nurse made contact, though, she froze. Her gaze connected with Ryan’s, and she could tell that the nurse knew that this wasn’t any kind of improv. That was real, bonafide dragon flesh. A strange haze passed over her eyes, and she stepped back before Ryan could do anything.

“Our Lady Rianne is perfectly healthy!” she declared to a flurry of applause. Ryan tried to reach for her, but she vanished into the crowd, whispering into the ear of some kind of half-demon fellow whose arm she grabbed along the way. There went that lifeline.

Rianne. That wasn’t a mispronunciation of her name; that was the name of the Goddess of the Harvest that Phil had mentioned. The one who was supposedly giving out quests and making requests of brave adherents, and who ruled over the entire festival, granting blessings of bountiful harvests and community bonding. That was…

Oh, gods, that was her. Ryan had somehow become Rianne, and now she couldn’t stop talking like a goddess. She couldn’t fathom the reasons behind it, but that must have been why she sounded like a bad reenactment of the legend of Saint George.

The worst part was, that almost certainly meant that she was stuck here. The goddess of the festival couldn’t very well leave. Even if she tried there was probably some kind of contrived method of keeping her put. She was well and truly screwed.

Although. Although. A thought surfaced that made her flush. This crowd… they were focused on her, yes, but it was positive attention. Clearly the goddess of the fair—one whom they all must assume she was some kind of mascot representing—would be popular, especially among those undertaking her quests. So, if she was so popular…

…what was keeping her from enjoying the fair like this, anyway?

Okay, listen up. “My dear merrymakers!” Okay, that one was better than her original thought. “Let not one accident cause you grief. It is a day of joy! Please, continue the festivities!” Her mind raced, trying to come up with something she could say that would get interpreted in a favorable way by her new rules. “Worship comes in many forms, and today that form is togetherness. So please, show Her Lady how you can bring this community together first-hand!”

A last round of cheers, and the crowd began to disperse—all but a loyal sect clamoring for attention. Rianne did a mental fist pump as one stepped forwards, pointing down the row of vendors, towards the stage. Maybe this would be fun after all.

~~~~~

Tessa the elven nurse dragged her friend, Anthony, through the crowd. Her vision was sharp, the colors bright. By the time she finally stopped, Anthony had gone from laughing and plucking at her grip to worried. He came to a halt and looked down at his shorter friend.

“What’s wrong?” Anthony asked, the demonic costume creating a humorous contrast to the caring question.

“Rianne,” Tessa hissed, pointing towards the dragon. What she’d thought was just an actor.

“Yeah, we get a goddess every year,” Anthony replied. “Is there something wrong? Did she actually get hurt?”

“No!” Tessa almost wanted to scream. “Dude. Look closer. She’s real.”

Anthony cocked an eyebrow. “Did you get hurt?”

“Anthony!”

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll look!” He turned away from his friend, who raked a hand through her hair. She felt like her skin was on fire. This was… it was good, actually. Her blood was electric. At first she’d thought it was a fever; now she recognized it for what it was. She was filled with belief.

She watched Anthony’s face. Saw the skepticism melt into shock. “Hooooly shit,” he breathed.

“This is insane.”

“I know,” Anthony said, reaching for his phone. “I have got to tell the guys.”

~~~~~

Rianne had no way of knowing that as she was paraded through the festival grounds, word of her divinity was spreading through the fair, and it was spreading fast. The next hour went by in a blur. She blessed vendors, received offerings, gave a toast, she had officiated a real ass wedding. Her head swam. Her paws buzzed with power. Whatever Phil had been on about was nonsense; ‘writing the narrative’ felt intoxicating. What she really needed, though, was a break.

Sadly, breaks were not an option, as just then she found herself being introduced to the festival organizer, who was vigorously shaking her paw and bowing their head in supplication.

“Now, Rianne, could you watch over our most cherished tournament, the Fall Joust?” The organizer flashed a grin full of fake teeth to the crowd. Suck up, she scoffed. Rianne had plans, anyway. Definitely not.

“Nothing could please me more!” she crooned. Great. Her goddess side had other plans. So it was that she found herself sat on an actual, real-life throne in the center of the covered wooden platform that lined the side of the jousting arena, the organizer on her left, a recently-crowned King Of The Festival on her right, who had earned the title by winning a costume party. It felt small; her horns scratched the ceiling of the room. Had she grown taller? Her scales felt itchy, even in the shade. Something felt… off. A paw brushed the side of her buxom chest, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from making noise. Every part of her body was acting up all at once, and she was not keen on sitting through multiple jousting matches.

The viral spread of belief had, by this point, reached its tendrils throughout every part of the fair. It wasn’t quite dominant, not yet, but it was approaching a critical point—one strong enough that Rianne was able to detect it. There was a taste in the air that her godly form translated into the ambrosia of belief, and lots of it.

An announcer droned on from a box somewhere at the end of the field. Conversations continued on either side of her. Rianne heard none of it. She folded her arms over her stomach and tried to keep from hurling as she rubbed against her own sensitive skin.

“...for their contributions to the fair. And lastly, we have one last guest to thank.” A bit of the announcer’s tone crept through into Rianne’s ears. “The one to whom this festival is dedicated. Our… hm?” Feedback came through the mic as it was suddenly covered due to commotion in the announcer’s booth. When he spoke again, moments later, there was true reverence in his voice. “Our immortal goddess, Lady Rianne of the Harvest! Please, everyone, put your hands together for the first TRUE appearance of the Goddess herself!”

Oh, God.

Rianne’s body could no longer take it. She fell forwards from her chair, stumbling out into the jousting arena on all fours as she quite literally doubled in size, body stretching to a full fifteen feet long. As waves of shock and understanding rippled through the largest crowd the festival had to offer, the belief in Rianne grew stronger and stronger, and she grew right alongside it. Paws rubbed along scales uncontrollably as she erupted like a glorious, godly volcano, dwarfing first the attendees, then her own previous size, then the arena itself. It was only once she tried to stand, head now poking at least twenty feet above the roof of the covered seating, that she had the presence of mind to yank her (miraculously growing) dress down and snap her legs together to try to keep from flashing the crowd, face turning a brilliant shade of maroon in the process. She managed to only knock over a couple of wooden fence supports as she wobbled out of the arena, one paw tucked between her legs, the other held tight over her chest.

“B-blessed Harvest!” she cried out, trying to smile and failing to fully remove the flustered expression from her face. She needed out of there fast, and at this size, there was no one able to stop her. “Your grace is EXTREMELY well received! P-please calm your prayers, lest Her Lady expose… f-frighten you all with her godly form! And rest assured she will return, year after year, to ensure Her will be respected and celebrated!” As she spoke, some of the energy crackling across her form was sapped out, and she felt the words cement themselves into reality. She would be back. Rianne’s stomach dropped like a rock. This was going to happen again. Year after year, she’d be back here, transformed into a dragoness once again to celebrate the harvest. She snapped her jaw closed before she could damn herself any more.

The entire festival could see her, now, and they all erupted into raucous applause and cheers. Rianne choked out one final “Happy Harvest!” before turning tail and running, the glimpses of her rear through the slitted dress as purple as the cheeks up above, each softly embedded paw print in the landscape bigger than the last as she dashed off to find a couple buildings to hide herself behind. The only thing that the goddess could think of that embarrassed her more than accidentally flashing a festival of supplicants was that, deep down, she knew that she was excited for next year’s Harvest.

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Till Death Do Us Part

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination, lasting till death do us part." – Voltaire

Ghost x female reader

They opened the door, and I stepped inside. The safehouse was a small, modest building, its worn exterior hinting at its age but providing a sense of security.

"How do we get in?" Soap asked, glancing around the room.

I rolled my eyes. "Roll your eyes back. Is there a brain there? Obviously, we break in."

"Not funny, Angela," Soap replied, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, by breaking in," Ghost chimed in with a smirk.

"That's why I love the Ghost," Soap said, grinning.

"Angela, you have to stay here. We can't take you with us. It's very dangerous," Ghost said firmly, taking hold of my shoulders.

"But I..." I started to insist.

"I said I won't take you there. We'll manage it on our own," Ghost interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Okay," I replied, feeling a bit defeated. "But what will I do here all alone?"

"You can take the tire swing on the tree. We won't mind," Rodolfo joked, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh my God!" I burst out laughing, the tension easing for a moment with his humor.

"We need more than that," Ghost said, eyeing the sparse supplies in the safehouse.

Rodolfo slid open a door, revealing a stockpile of ammo. "And a vehicle," he said, tossing a set of keys to Ghost, who caught them effortlessly.

He turned on the old light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, illuminating a military convoy parked in the back.

"Stay safe, you three," I said, watching them as they prepared to leave.

My heart was racing a million miles a minute. Something felt off, but I kept silent, not wanting to undermine their mission.

I stood by the tree, watching them drive away. The convoy's engine roared to life, and as they disappeared into the distance, I clasped my hands together, praying silently for their safety.

They reached the prison complex, the tension palpable. Ghost took the lead, moving with the silent precision of a predator. Soap followed closely, covering him as Ghost used his stealth skills to knife down the enemies one by one.

Using rope ascenders, they climbed the towering prison walls. The ascent was swift and silent, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Reaching the top, they broke into the control room and swiftly eliminated the shadows stationed there.

"I am out, watch for me," Ghost whispered.

"Rog! Good luck, LT," Soap replied, his eyes glued to the CCTV feed, ensuring Ghost's path remained clear.

Soap helped Ghost, guiding him about the location of the enemies. Ghost moved with precision, knifing them down one by one. As they rescued Alejandro, they moved towards the exit, shooting enemies. But in the chaos, Ghost got left behind.

Five to six shadows surrounded him, beating him badly. One struck his head with a metal pipe, and he fell unconscious.

Soap, Rudy, and Alejandro had already made it out. "Where is Hermano?" Alejandro asked, looking around.

"He’s left inside. Ghost, do you copy?" Soap called, but there was no reply. "LT! Where are ye?" he yelled, desperation in his voice.

"We cannot go back, shadows are after us," Rudy said, urgency driving them forward.

Just then, a helicopter arrived, shooting down the enemies. Alejandro, Soap, and Rudy made their way towards the wall and used ascenders to climb over.

"Where is Ghost?" Captain Price demanded as they regrouped.

"He’s missing. He was left behind and his comms are silent," Soap replied, the worry evident in his tone.

"How in the hell did you leave him behind? He is our Lieutenant!" Captain Price yelled, his frustration boiling over.

"Hermano, we have no time. We have to move. We’ll rescue him once we sort it out," Rudy said, trying to calm the situation.

Reluctantly, they made their way to the van and drove towards Alejandro’s safehouse, bringing along the Vaqueros soldiers they had rescued. The mission wasn fucked up because Ghost was MIA.

I was fooling around outside the safehouse when the vehicles approached. I saw Alejandro, Rodolfo, Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz climbing down from the van.

"Where is Ghost?" I asked, my heart racing.

"I am sorry, hermana, but he is MIA," Alejandro said, his voice heavy with regret.

"What the fuck? How can he be missing? How could you leave him behind like this? Soap, say something. Are you guys out of your mind?" I yelled, tears streaming down my face.

"Don't worry, hermana, we'll get him back," Alejandro tried to reassure me.

"I don't know. I won't forgive you if anything happens to him. I will kill everyone. You hear me?" I shouted, my voice breaking as I stomped inside the safehouse, the weight of fear and anger pressing down on me.

In the interrogation room, Ghost sat tied to a chair, his Beretta and vest stripped away, leaving him vulnerable in just his zipper hoodie. Graves, flanked by his shadows, paced in front of him, exuding an air of menace and authority.

"Where are they, Lieutenant?" Graves demanded, his voice a low growl edged with threat.

Ghost remained silent, his jaw clenched in defiance. He knew the consequences of revealing any information. Graves motioned to one of his men, who delivered a swift punch to Ghost's gut, causing him to grunt in pain.

"You think we won't find out eventually?" Graves sneered, his eyes narrowing. "Your comrades can't protect you forever."

Ghost spat blood onto the floor, his gaze unwavering. He was accustomed to pain, physical and emotional, but he wouldn't break.

"Where is Captain Price headed?" Graves pressed, his tone now laced with impatience.

Another punch landed on Ghost's cheek, snapping his head to the side. He gritted his teeth, tasting blood in his mouth. Still, he remained silent, refusing to give Graves the satisfaction of a response.

Graves stepped closer, leaning in until his face was inches from Ghost's. "You're making a mistake, Lieutenant. We will find out one way or another."

With that, he nodded to his men, who resumed their relentless questioning and punishment. Ghost endured each blow with stoic resolve, knowing that his silence was not just about protecting his team but also about preserving his honor and duty.

Once I went inside, I fell in a corner, crying my eyes out. Soap approached me, trying to calm me down.

"I don't wanna talk to anybody," I yelled, pushing him away.

Captain Price knelt down beside me, patting my shoulder. "Angela, we'll get him back. He's a fighter. Nothing will happen to him. Don't worry."

"We are going to kill Graves and take back the base," Price said, his voice firm and resolute.

"When?" Rudy asked, his eyes narrowed with determination.

"Now," Captain Price replied. "We are not 141 and Los Vaqueros on this. We are a team, Ghost Team."

"I'm going with you guys," I said, standing up, my voice filled with resolve. "I will kill that bastard Graves. He is mine."

I was the only woman there, and all eyes were on me, but I didn't care. Ghost needed us, and I would stop at nothing to bring him back.

It was almost sunrise when we got prepared. I was in the van with Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and other Vaqueros. Captain Price and Gaz were in the helicopter, providing air support. Other Vaqueros soldiers followed in the vehicle behind us. The air was thick with tension and determination. It was now or never.

"Everyone ready?" Soap asked, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through our veins.

Alejandro nodded, checking his gear one last time. "Let's do this."

Rudy glanced at me, giving a reassuring nod. "Stay close, hermana."

I took a deep breath, gripping my weapon tighter. "Let's bring Ghost back and take back our base."

The van sped towards our destination, the horizon tinged with the first light of dawn. We were ready to face whatever came our way, united by a single goal: to rescue Ghost and take down Graves.

As we approached, the landscape became a blur, our focus sharpening with each passing second. The time for action was upon us, and we would stop at nothing to succeed.

Our van came to a stop at a safe distance from the compound. We waited anxiously for Captain Price's signal to breach the gate. The tension was palpable as we watched the helicopter position itself for the strike.

"Get ready," Soap muttered, eyes fixed on the compound gates.

With a deafening blast, Captain Price blew open the gate using the helicopter's firepower. The moment it crumbled, we wasted no time. We rushed out of the van, adrenaline pumping through our veins. Other Vaqueros soldiers moved in from the opposite side, converging with us.

"Soap, you and the other Vaqueros, follow me," I directed firmly, my voice carrying the weight of urgency and resolve. Beside me, Soap nodded in silent acknowledgment, his eyes reflecting the same determination.

"Gaz and Alejandro, head through the storage," I continued, outlining the strategy. The storage area would be a key point of entry and an essential part of our mission's success.

With the plan set in motion, we moved swiftly. The sound of gunfire echoed through the compound as we advanced, each step taking us closer to our objective and, hopefully, to finding Ghost. The air buzzed with adrenaline and determination as we navigated through the labyrinthine corridors.

I moved swiftly, my training kicking in as I dispatched the shadows blocking our path with precise shots. Each movement was calculated, each enemy fell under my focused gaze.

Graves struck at our helicopter, sending it spiraling down in a fiery explosion. Captain Price had managed to escape just in time, a stroke of luck in the chaos of battle.

Our objective loomed clear amidst the chaos: infiltrate Alejandro's office building, now under Graves' control. It was a stronghold we needed to reclaim, a critical foothold in our mission against the treacherous Shadows.

As gunfire echoed around us and the scent of smoke filled the air, determination hardened in my heart. Graves had underestimated our resolve, and now he would face the consequences.

When the last of the shadows fell under our onslaught, we converged at Alejandro's office door. Rudy swiftly planted the C4 explosives.

"1, 2, 3," he counted, and with a thunderous blast, the door shattered into fragments, clearing our path inside.

My thoughts raced to Ghost as we stormed the room. Amidst the chaos and urgency, my determination surged. I was resolved to save him, no matter the peril or cost.

Inside, the building echoed with tension and the lingering scent of gunpowder. Graves and his cohorts were nowhere to be seen, but the signs of their occupation were stark — overturned furniture, shattered glass, and the residue of a hostile takeover.

I scanned the room, searching for any clue that might lead me to Ghost's whereabouts.

I made my way through the corridors, checking and opening every door. “Ghost!” I called out, my voice echoing through the abandoned hallways.

My steps halted near the interrogation room. Without hesitation, I slammed the door open. My eyes darted to him immediately.

There he was, tied to a chair, his skull mask broken and torn to shreds, blood streaming from his nose and mouth. The dripping blood had soaked into his jeans. His vest was gone, leaving him only in his hoodie.

He looked at me with eyes devoid of feeling. I ran towards him. “Babe! I’m here,” I said, hugging him tightly.

“Angela!” he whispered. “I’m glad you’re here.”

I cupped his face gently. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Simon. I promise.”

His hands were bound with a bunch of zip ties. I grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully cut them one by one. His wrists were bruised and bleeding, but I kept my focus.

“Soap! Captain Price! I’ve got Ghost. Get to the interrogation room, now!” I yelled into the comms, my voice firm and urgent.

Soap and Captain Price rushed into the room. Together, they helped Ghost to his feet and guided him out, with me following closely behind.

Shadows were still swarming the area. Gaz and I took up positions, covering for them as we moved. Every Shadow that came into view was taken down on the spot, our shots precise and lethal.

“Keep moving!” I shouted, firing at an approaching Shadow.

Gaz took down another with a well-placed shot. “We’ve got your back!” he called out.

Soap and Price kept Ghost steady, moving swiftly but carefully through the building. We needed to get out, but we also needed to clear a path. The tension was high, but we worked like a well-oiled machine, each of us knowing exactly what needed to be done.

“Almost there!” Price shouted, glancing back at me.

“Just a bit further,” I urged, taking out another Shadow. “Stay with us, Ghost. We’re almost out.”

When we went out of the building, more Shadows emerged from the surrounding darkness.

Soap, Gaz, and Captain Price covered us, their gunfire echoing through the night as they took down enemy after enemy.

I tilted my neck upwards to look into Ghost's eyes, holding his hands in mine. "I promised you, I will be your best friend. I will be with you through thick and thin. See? I found you. I won't let anything happen to you." I smiled, trying to reassure him.

"Thank you so much, Angela, for always being there for me," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

I saw a sparkle in his eyes, a sparkle I was missing to see for a long time. We looked into each other's eyes. No words were needed at that moment.

Just then, a stray bullet hit me on my shoulder near my neck and went all the way through into his chest.

We both fell, with me landing on his chest.

"Simon!" I gasped his name. My breaths came shaky and in wheezes.

"Angela," he whispered.

I held his hand gently in mine as I rolled to his side, looking into his eyes. He looked into mine, and it was like time froze. The chaos and gunfire around us muffled, everything in slow motion.

It was like time froze there. The sounds of gunfire and chaos faded into the background as I lay on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat rising, frantic and scared.

"Angela," he whispered, his voice strained. Despite the pain, his gaze remained locked on mine.

Our blood mingled, a visceral reminder of our bond and the danger that now threatened to tear us apart. I clutched his hand gently, feeling his grip tighten in response. I struggled to keep my composure, knowing that time was slipping away.

"I won't let you go that easily," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos around us.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to steady my voice. "I'm here, Simon. Stay with me," I pleaded, my heart breaking with each labored breath he took.

"Simon," I whispered again, desperate for him to hear me, to hold on.

I had no energy to even talk. My breath came in shallow, wheezing gasps. Each breath felt like a battle I was losing.

His eyes, once bright with determination, began to close slowly. My grip on his hand tightened, as if I could anchor him to this world through sheer willpower.

Our surroundings faded into the background as I focused solely on him, on our love that had defied every obstacle until now. I felt a deep ache in my chest, a realization that our time together might be slipping away in these agonizing moments.

As his eyes closed, I held onto the memory of his gaze, the strength and love I saw reflected there. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered one last time, "I love you, Simon."

The world seemed to stand still as darkness closed in around us, enveloping our intertwined hands and the unspoken promises that lingered in the air.

#cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x female reader #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost fluff

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twstgarden · 2 years ago

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❁ ❝ 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽 ❞

━ third years and magicless! fae! gn! reader ━ living as a magicless fae has its ups and down, but you will never regret accepting night raven college's invitation to attend their academy. (f/n means first name)

requested by: @king-zi request type: headcanons requester’s message: Hi! I am new to your blog and love your writing, I really liked the Lilia and fae!gender neutral reader as well as yuu driving with the third years! I'm new to the request thing so my apologies for anything that doesn't meet the requirements Request: Can I get a gender neutral reader/yuu who is a magicless fae interacting with the third years? Maybe on a trip or something? Again I love your writing and hope you keep writing as your work is amazing ❤ florist’s note: hello there, welcome to my blog. i'm glad you enjoyed those works of mine. thank you for your request, little one. i hope i did not misunderstand anything. stay safe. <3

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being a magicless faerie has its ups and downs. you have been labelled as the “odd” one in your community as other faeries found it bizarre for you to have no magical abilities. faeries were known to have innate magic and harness their powers from nature itself, making them one of the most powerful magical beings known in twisted wonderland.

but you, dear, are the odd one out.

when you were younger, you’d find this quite a predicament. you hated the very idea of being different from other faeries. you have no magic, so you felt like you never belonged with the fae community, but you had a long life span, so you felt like you never belonged with the human race either.

being a magicless faerie meant you have never expected to study in any magic schools. what’s the use, anyway?

but lo and behold, you have received an invitation from night raven college. before you knew it, here you were in the prestigious academy, attending as a regular student. though, you were not able to participate in magic-based classes, such as practical magic, conjuration, etc.

at this moment, you found yourself right outside the campus gates with cater and trey standing beside you. cater had his elbow resting on your shoulder while holding a food itinerary, “okay~ so, we’re having a food trip around sage’s island today and we, third years, are the lucky ones to experience this first! we’re visiting around a total of ten restaurants today!”

“ten?” questioned vil in shock as his eyes widened a bit. vil was wearing his outdoor wear while holding the food itinerary, seeing as everyone had their own copies. rook stood beside him with his camera hanging from his neck as he spoke, “oh la la, that’s a lot of places to visit and eat at.”

“it’s great, though. we get to travel around the island and see what they serve in here,” spoke lilia, “wouldn’t that be a good idea in case we want to eat out or something?”

cater nodded in agreement with lilia’s words, “yes! lilia-kun gets it! so, shall we head out?” a series of ‘yea’s and ‘okay’s were heard from the group as leona held onto the car keys, sitting on the driver’s seat of the suv as he started the ignition. he was the driver for this trip, seeing as he was the one who knew how to manoeuvre a vehicle out of these young adults, grandpa, and cat.

you took a seat behind leona with grim on your lap as he grew excited about the trip. “i wanna eat now!” cheered grim as you sighed to yourself. cater was seated on the passenger seat as he turned to look at grim, “don’t worry, grim. you can eat as much as you want on our trip today!”

“cay-kun, please,” you pleaded, “i’m broke. don’t encourage him.”

“i’ll pay for your meals then,” spoke malleus as he chimed into the conversation with a smile. you and grim looked at him with slightly wide eyes as lilia cooed, “ooh~ someone’s being generous~”

you smiled politely at malleus and laughed awkwardly, “malleus, it’s really not necessary. i’ll pay for grim’s meals and make sure he won’t buy a lot.”

“who said i’ll only pay for grim’s meals?” asked malleus with a smile, making leona roll his eyes and produce some barfing noises while driving.

“blegh! gross! stop flirting with them, horned bastard!” exclaimed leona as he shivered in disgust, making cater and trey laugh softly at the scene. idia shrunk in his seat as he sighed to himself, while malleus replied back to leona, “flirting? i’m merely offering to pay for their meals. it’s a gesture of kindness, kingscholar.”

malleus then smirked as he taunted him, “of course, you wouldn’t know that since you’re probably dozing off on the wheel.” leona scoffed at his words and spoke, “if i did fall asleep on the wheel, you’d all be dead.”

he then mumbled, “would be nice, considering your ass is in this vehicle.”

vil sighed at their banter and looked at you, since he was seated beside you, “this is why leona and malleus should never be in the same room, let alone the same vehicle, together. you’ll never hear the end of their fights.”

before the argument could escalate further, cater interrupted their banter, “uhh… there! the barbecue restaurant is up ahead!” leona looked at where cater was pointing and parked the vehicle as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

once everyone was inside the restaurant, the waiter had already gotten their orders as they all sat at a table. you sat beside malleus, but grim took a seat between you two with an excited glint in his eyes. idia was seated in front of you as he had his phone out, taking pictures of grim with a smile on his face.

“once i have my barbecue, it’s going down my stomach!” cheered grim, making malleus chuckle at his words while you patted grim’s head. “If you eat too much here, you won’t get to enjoy the other nine restaurants,” you spoke, almost as if you were scolding him a bit. you then shifted your attention to the ignihyde dorm leader taking pictures of the cat-monster beside you, making you laugh softly, “idia?”

realizing he was caught in the act, he hid his phone and looked at you with wide eyes, “h-huh? i wasn’t doing anything!”

you gave him a teasing smile before waving your hand dismissively, “nah, it’s fine, man. grim can be cute sometimes, anyway.”

“sometimes?” questioned idia with a raised brow, but before you could respond, the food was served and grim was the first one to dig in before anyone else could grab their food.

“goodness, grim. do you not get full?” asked vil in shock and slight annoyance at grim’s behaviour, but the little monster did not care as he replied while munching away, “rarely.”

you gave the rest an apologetic smile before digging in. it was peaceful and fun all the while. lilia was seated on malleus’ left-hand side as he peeked his head towards you, looking at you with a smile, “so, little faerie, how do you like the trip so far?”

you turned to look at lilia while sipping on your drink and teasing him a little, “so far so good, old faerie.” lilia gave you a playfully annoyed expression before laughing it off, seeing as you weren’t wrong anyway.

all while you were talking to lilia, cater was looking at you with a curious expression until he spoke, “hey, n/n… i hope you won’t take it the wrong way, but what’s it like to live that long?”

though the question seemed vague, you knew he was asking about your experience as a long-lived fae with no magic. you smiled at cater to show him that there isn’t any problem with being curious about that, “hmm… i’d say i feel like an ordinary being with a long life. it’s like you get to experience those moments that are now just seen in history books, you know? it’s quite interesting but lonely.”

“i see…” trailed vil, “...do you ever wish you had magic?”

vil’s question made you think for a while as you hummed softly in thought before smiling at him, “not at all. maybe when i was younger, i would have wished to have magic like everyone else. however, as i grew older, i accepted who i really am. being magicless has its advantages too, y’know!”

“at least i won’t have to worry about overblots,” you mumbled under your breath as you continued to eat your meal.

“we heard that,” remarked leona as he looked at you, making you smile sheepishly at them before returning to your meal. once everyone was finished with theirs, trey grabbed his food itinerary and spoke, “our next stop is… a brasserie.”

“a brasserie? très bien, let’s go, then!” cheered rook as he and the rest stepped out of the barbecue restaurant.

while you walked back to the suv, you felt a hand on your shoulder as you turned around and saw trey smiling at you. “hey… i thought you might need to hear this. if you ever need someone to lean on, we’re here, okay?” spoke the vice leader politely as he continued smiling at you.

you smiled in response, finding his gesture sweet, “thank you, trey. i appreciate it.”

“for someone long-lived like me, i will never regret attending night raven college. the relationships i’ve cultivated with the third years will always be a special memory that i’ll keep until my last breath.”

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oh-miniso · 2 years ago

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micheal kaiser x reckless racer reader ♡

°☆° warning: gn!reader - reader is reckless as hell, characters may seem occ, not proofread

⚠ do not copy, edit or repost in any other platform

hearts & reblogs are appreciated <3

kaiser who's the young star prodigy of basterd münchen & your long time boyfriend-turned-finace

kaiser who loves driving his rich-ass cars and flaunt his wealth, a hand on his beloved's thigh or on the backrest as he drives through the night (or anytime really)

kaiser who's absolutely terrified of the speed you take, how you drive with no abandon, no regards for traffic or rules even if you're an experienced racer with exceptional control

kaiser who refuses to let you drive anywhere anytime and keeps all the keys confiscated. you need to go somewhere, he'll drive you or his manager even ness won't mind (he secretly lets you drive tho)

kaiser who prays you don't get injured during your practice or races. he does not want a repeat of the time you nearly broke your spine bcs a rival thought it fun to mock you. neither do you want to see the egoist on his knees with tears flowing down his cheeks begging you to be careful with your his life (how can an emperor rule without his empress? its an absurd and depressing thought for him)

kaiser who burns with jealousy and loneliness simultaneously when ness requests you to take him on a ride 'round the race track and you agree with a dazzling smile and blinding enthusiasm. why can't he share in on your enthusiasm like you do with his?

kaiser who decides to get over his irrational fear in an equally irrational style by riding roller coasters till he throws up and when you inquire about his sick face he plays it off as too much practice and heat (noa agrees to play along for whatever reason known only to God)

kaiser who finally finally gets over his fear not entirely after much nausea and pounding headaches and upset stomach, and asks you to drive after a romantic dinner at some michelin star restaurant. you agree with much reluctance (it's the first time kaiser has asked you to drive you think he's drunk)

kaiser who feels the wind caressing his face, the vehicles zooming by, your hair flying with the wind (God you look so ethereal in the blurry city lights that its a sin) and he finally understands the emotions you feel when you accelerate to the speed of light

michael fucking kaiser who still refuses to let you drive most of the time. he may be over his fear but that doesn't mean you are over your recklessness

#blue lock #bllk #bllk manga #blue lock kaiser #kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #michael kaiser

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girlactionfigure · 6 months ago

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🟠 TUESDAY mid-day - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

( DOTS: blue - Iran war news. red - Gaza & Hezbollah active war news. black - general Israel news. yellow - hostage deal news )

▪️TERROR - STABBING - JERUSALEM TUNNEL CHECKPOINT.. stabbing at the Jerusalem tunnel checkpoint. Terrorist eliminated, one 20-year old woman soldier stabbed with a screwdriver.

▪️STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, ISRAEL EDITION.. A food distribution center was opened in Khan Yunis, Gaza named after the extreme left activist Vivian Silver who was brutally murdered in Kibbutz Be’eri by Gazans on Oct 7 and her body was mutilated beyond recognition. Silver's son wrote today: “I would rather have my mother's name help the children of Gaza than be emblazoned on a missile that kills them.”

▪️PROTEST vs COUNTER PROTEST.. clashes at the ultra-Orthodox demonstration at the Tel HaShomer recruiting office - "Mothers on the Front" came to Tel Hashomer to call on the ultra-Orthodox to enlist.

♦️Air Force aircraft attacked armed terrorist squads in two separate attacks a short time ago during an operation by the security forces in Jenin, Samaria. 8 terrorists eliminated.

♦️Aid battle? Terrorists fired an RPG at IDF forces in East Rafah, as a result the humanitarian axis was closed to traffic.

♦️South Lebanon: Lebanese channels report casualties in an IDF attack in the village of Mayfadoun in the Nabatieh region.

⭕ HEZBOLLAH DRONE BARRAGE.. northern coastal towns, Nahariya and Acre. HITS - Severely wounded and moderately wounded by Hezbollah fire on Mazra’a, hit into a home - drone in the dining room (fire), hit to a vehicle. Hit to the Sharaga base. 5 enemy drones.

🔹The US & UK air force bases in Cyprus are in increased operational activity.

🔹Preparation for SENIORS - Min. Of Welfare hotline dial 118

.. When alert situation increase, stay near protected space.

.. Make sure the path to protected space is clear and wide enough (for cane or wheelchair).

.. Have a copy of medical information on paper (condition, medicine, etc).

.. Stock up at least 10 days of medication.

.. Make sure hearing aids, glasses, walking stick are all kept close at hand.

.. If using medical equipment that requires electricity, have backup batteries or a generator. (Contact Yad Sarah, Ezras Achim or MDA.)

.. Walker? Get a mounted flashlight!

.. Family members should have a key.

.. Set Red Alert apps for audible alert, flashing-visual alert, and vibration alert.

#Israel #October 7 #Hamas Massacre #Israel/HamasWar #Gaza #IDF #ISRAEL REALTIME #Hezbollah

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gogogodzilla · 1 year ago

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𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶, 𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟷, 𝙰𝙼 𝟶𝟿:𝟺𝟽:𝟶𝟽

Summary: You receive a not-so-warm welcome from the rest of the Detroit Police Department and receive your first case masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩ next chapter ✩

Gavin remains a few steps behind you the entire way to your office. You push open the glass door and take a seat at your desk. Gavin sits in the chair opposite of you, where your boss sat not too long ago, and tasked you with this project.

His eyes dart around the room, taking in your scarcely decorated office. You open the files Mr. Graff forwarded to you before your meeting with Gavin and scan over the contents. The project is relatively simple, and your shoulders slightly relax.

Your project is going to be time-consuming, to say the least. You have two months to learn everything you can about the Detroit Police Department and apply that to the androids that will be a part of the police department. Your knowledge of human behavior will help make the police androids more tolerable to the public, but it means nothing if you don’t know how to make people trust police officers. That’s where the disgruntled officer sitting across from you comes into play.

You spare a glance away from your monitor and your eyes meet his. He’s quick to avoid your gaze, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks redden.

He clears his throat and continues to look around your office, “Nice place you got here.”

“Thanks,” you reply as you watch him. The printer on the side of your desk hums to life as a copy of the file you were looking at shoots out. You take the paper and shove it into a manilla folder.

You slide the folder across your desk, and Gavin’s eyebrows raise as he picks it up. “What’s this?”

“Our assignment. Well, it’s more mine than yours,” you shrug.

He thumbs through the file, smirking as he reads. “Looks like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together, sweetheart.”

“Talking isn’t a requirement for this, by the way,” you return your gaze to your monitor before adding, “and don’t call me ‘sweetheart.’”

He’s quiet for a blissful moment before speaking up, “So, you’re just gonna be watching me for two months straight.”

You lean back in your chair, “Not necessarily. I’ll mostly be observing your behavior and reporting back to my team. I’ll be looking at how you interact with the general public, and how you work on the cases that you do. Would you consider yourself to be likable, Reed?”

He rolls his eyes, “Of course I’m likable.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

You cut off his retort by standing, and his eyes follow you as you rise.

“Where are you going?”

“Feel like doing a ride-along today?”

He grins and giddiness flows through you.

“Grab your coat, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he stands. Then, it’s your turn to follow him as he makes his way toward your office door.

Gavin wordlessly leads you to the parking garage and to his patrol car, a sleek vehicle marked with the Detroit Police Department emblem. He unlocks the vehicle and slides into the driver's seat. You yank open the passenger side door and climb into your seat. As soon as you’re settled, Gavin turns the key, and the car hums to life.

Gavin taps on the steering wheel matching the beat of the music as he drives, and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“So what exactly do you do at Cyberlife? You don’t seem like the usual tech geeks that hang around there,” Gavin questions as he drives, sparing a glance in your direction.

“I was hired with this project specifically in mind. They needed someone that understood human behavior, but was also knowledgeable about androids,” you shrug as you look out the window. “I’m trying to bridge the gap between artificial intelligence and the intricacy of human emotions. People are usually distrustful of cops, and that distrust is going to increase tenfold with the androids added to the police force.”

Gavin snorts, “That’s an understatement. We can barely get people to talk to human cops, forget about robocop.”

You adjust your seatbelt, “It all comes down to understanding your behavior and integrating that knowledge into their programming. We’ll start with the core things— empathy, ethical reasoning, and emotion recognition. Eventually, we’ll have an android accompany us into the field.”

Gavin raises a brow, “You wanna teach androids empathy? Good luck with that, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, “They’re not going to actually feel it. It’s more like they’re simulating it.”

“That sounds even worse, you know that right?”

You cross your arms and press your lips into a thin line. He has a point, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him that. As he drives, the cityscape passes in a blur, and you find yourself going over the last few hours in your mind.

You’ve been tasked with a monumental project that could be very good for Cyberlife should you succeed and disastrous should you fail. No pressure.

Before you know it, Gavin is pulling into the parking lot of the Detroit Police Department. “C’mon,” Gavin urges as he turns off the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition, “we’re gonna be late for brief.”

You furrow your brows but follow him anyway. The DPD buzzes with activity as the two of you enter. Gavin leads you through the turnstile and the noise increases as you near the center of the station. Detectives and police officers move around the station, their voices blending into a cacophony of chaos combined with police radio transmissions. Gavin navigates it easily and you stick close to him as you arrive at his desk.

Gavin’s desk is cluttered, making you miss your quiet office and clean desk. He rifles through the drawers of his desk before pulling out a notepad and a pen.

“I didn’t expect it to be this,” you pause as you fumble for the right word to describe your surroundings.

“Loud?” Gavin finishes for you as he straightens, grinning at your slightly bewildered expression.

“That's one way to describe it,” you reply, sighing.

“C’mon, we’re late,” he urges as he leads you to a back room filled with officers. The walls are filled with missing posters and various mugshots. You’re greeted by the scent of fresh coffee brewing as you enter the room and you inhale deeply.

Captain Fowler, a grizzled officer who you read about on the way over, stands at the front of the room, his hands placed on either side of a podium.

“Officer Reed, you’re late, and I assume your friend here is the reason.”

Gavin sighs. “This is,” he rattles off your title and it sounds strange coming out of his mouth. “They’re the, uh, expert sent from Cyberlife.”

Captain Fowler raises a brow, “Ah, the ride along. For those of you who don't know, androids were recently purchased by the U.S. Infantry for law enforcement assistance. Detroit is one of the cities that is spearheading this integration, which is why Officer Reed has brought a friend to today's brief. I hope you all will give the doctor a warm welcome”

Gavin leads you toward some empty seats in the back as a few unsettled murmurs break out amongst the group of officers. A nearby officer hands him a piece of paper with various bulleted lists.

“What’s that?” you whisper as you lean closer to get a better look.

“It’s the daily digest. Gives us information about what’s happened in the past 24 hours,” Gavin murmurs and lets you read for a moment.

“Here,” he says as he hands you the notepad and pen he grabbed earlier. “The notes you take in brief will help you throughout the rest of the shift… Better pay attention, sweetheart.”

You scowl at him before turning your attention to the front. Gavin relaxes in his chair and crosses his arms, getting comfortable. Captain Fowler pulls up a holographic map of Detroit and points out various points of interest.

Fowler looks out across the group of officers gathered, “We’ve got a series of robberies reported in the downtown area. All available units stationed in that area are to be on high alert.”

You quickly jot down all the details about the break-ins and the description of the suspect from the witnesses. Before you know it the brief is over and your notepad is covered in the neat lines of your notes. Officers line up in front of Fowler to receive their assignments, and Gavin leaves you briefly to accept his.

Gavin motions to the exit as he returns, “Let’s roll, doc. Your psychology nonsense might actually be helpful for our case.”

You lead the way out of the briefing room and hand Gavin your notepad as you walk. You want to ask what he means, but before you can your path is swiftly blocked by a very tall and very angry-looking officer. You stop abruptly and Gavin bumps into your back with a disgruntled ‘oof.’

The officer gives you a once over, “So, Cyberlife thinks that some shrink to convince us that these tin cans can do our jobs better than we can. News flash, doc, we don’t take kindly to being replaced.”

“Myers,” Gavin snaps from behind you. “Chill the fuck out, no one is getting replaced.”

“Officer Reed is right,” you cut in, cringing slightly at your agreement with Gavin. “The integration of androids isn’t about replacing anyone, it’s about enhancing the department.”

Officer Myers scoffs and his eyes narrow as he looks down at you. “We don’t need machines doing our jobs for us, we’ve done perfectly fine so far,” he sneers.

“Myers, if a machine is able to do your job better than you, then you shouldn’t have it in the first place,” Gavin counters, crossing his arms.

Myers takes a step forward and glares at Gavin over your shoulder, “Careful, Reed. Just because you’ve partnered up with the doctor here, don’t mean you’re safe. They’ll replace you all the same.”

“Yeah, sure. Now, d’ya mind? Some of us actually have a job to do.”

Myers rolls his eyes and stalks off. You let out a breath as you watch him disappear out the door and into the precinct.

You turn to Gavin, frowning, “I’m not going to get you replaced, you know that right?”

“I know, sweetheart,” he answers, but he doesn’t quite meet your eye. “Let’s go, we got a job to do.”

You start to reach out to grab him as he passes you, but you let your hand fall to your side instead. Your frown deepens as you follow him.

“You trust me, right?” you question as you step outside into the winter air. You tug your coat closer to you as the wind stings against your cheeks.

Gavin scoffs, “I don’t know you, none of us do.” He sighs at your downcast expression, “Don’t take it personally, sweetheart. Cops aren’t the most trusting group of people. Now, get in the car.”

#dbh gavin reed #gavin reed #detroit become human #gavin reed x reader #dbh gavin #dbh x reader #dbh gavin x reader #reader insert #no y/n #bad habits

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dyinglikenarcissus · 5 months ago

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Chapter 2. A New Normal

6k words

Warning: 18+ only. More kidnapping, that’s about it.

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You step into your home after spending far too long on the east coast. Your cat has been throwing a fit in his carrier ever since you pulled into your condo’s garage. Home sweet home. Safe and sound.

Away from him.

He wouldn’t follow you all the way to California. Right? He’s all talk. It was just a weird experience. Shortly after his strange proposal, he put you in a car and sent you back to your hotel. No phone, no camera, no Apple Watch. All of the tech that was on you was gone. It was just an elaborate robbery. But he left your wallet, your cash, and credit cards.

Just a strange, elaborate robbery.

But you’ll never see that guy again…

You unpack and open your computer to sync up your old phone data. You picked up a new one the same day and filed a stolen phone report with Verizon. They would take a week to do the replacement process but you needed a phone so you just bared the price.

Time to price out new cameras. Maybe you’ll get a smart ring instead of a watch. You kind of hated the clunky tech anyway.

You start to think up a script for the situation to put it on TikTok but you quickly think better of it. Best to just pretend it didn’t happen, probably.

You never met Steve. Bucky didn’t drug you. Sam didn’t apologize for the situation after dropping you off from the back of a luxury vehicle, acting like the good cop in the situation.

None of it happened.

You quickly get back to your life and almost forget about the situation.

Two weeks later, you get invited to a creator convention downtown and you jump at the chance to get out of the house. Your content has gotten a little stale since the incident. You didn’t really want to jump on anymore band wagons for a while.

You honestly don’t even want to leave the house…

You filmed a get ready with me. Put on a skimpy little burgundy dress you got while you were in New York.

You’re deciding if you want to deal with parking or deal with Uber when there’s a knock at your door.

You weren’t expecting anyone. None of your friends were going to the event so you were going solo. Everyone knew better than to just show up at your house unannounced…

You go to the door and attempt to reach the peep hole you’ve never been able to reach but you always try. And of course you still can’t reach it. So you open the door.

“Shit,” you whisper and quickly slam it shut locking it behind you.

How’d he find you? What’s he doing here? What the fuck!

“You aren’t even going to say hi to your fiancé?” He calls through the door. You can hear the smile in his voice. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re scared it might leap right out of your chest.

You hear rattling in the door knob and the door opens. What the fuck…

“I had Sammy copy your keys. I hope you don’t mind,” Steve sighs as he steps into your condo. “No shoes? Shoes? Do you care?”

“No shoes…” you whisper taking a step back as the giant man takes up space in your house.

He bends down and unties his dress shoes. He’s dressed in a burgundy blazer with black slacks today. You notice the shade matches the dress you’re wearing a little too well.

“What are you doing here?” You breathe.

“We have a date,” he sighs as he stands back up to step out of his shoes. You can’t help but notice the fresh Louboutin logo on the inside of them.

For someone so terrifying, he looks so good.

“Brought you a gift.” He hands you a black gift bag. You just glance at the bag before staring back up at him. “It’s not a bomb. I already said I’m not going to kill you,” he chuckles.

You take a tentative step forward and take the bag gingerly.

“You never said why you’re here,” you whisper.

“I did. It’s for our date. You’re just too terrified to think straight. Settle down. You’re like a scared rabbit. What happened to that confident girl filming her mob life on my dock?” He smirks and takes a step further into your home. “It’s cute. Very you in here. Where’s your cat?”

“I’m going to a Lancôme event. I don’t have time for this,” you whisper.

“The one at the Roosevelt? The one I made up?” He chuckles softly. “You are so predictable.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you breathe.

“I’ve had your phone for a month. I know everything about you.”

He steps into your living room and sits on the chair like he belongs there, legs spread, taking up all the room he needs and making you feel so small in comparison. “Come on. Sit.” He commands and pats the arm rest of the chair. You edge your way into your own living room and perch on the edge of you couch as far away from him as possible. “You’re acting like you don’t know me,” Steve laughs.

“I don’t know you!” You shout before sucking in a breath at your own outburst.

“That’s why we’re going on a date. To get to know each other. Open your gift.”

You glance away from him long enough to place the bag on the floor at your feet. You take a deep breath before finally looking in the bag. There at the top is your phone, the one he took. You pull it out and examine it. It’s intact. It unlocks with your passcode and welcomes your with a picture of your celebrity crush Loki Laufeyson. Everything was the same…

“I added a couple of new contacts. If you need anything, call me, Bucky, or Sam. If I can’t get here to help, I have a guy in the Bay Area. His name’s Scott. I put his number in there too.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my girl now and I take care of my things. There’s more in there.”

You place the phone at your side before looking back into the box. A brand new DSLR camera in the box. “Oh!” You squeak.

“You like that?” He smirks. “I couldn’t give you back your old one. I hope this makes up for that.”

“I mean, I had a bunch of New York b-roll on that camera.”

“We’ll get some new b-roll,” he quickly interjects. “We have to make this relationship look real. Like we met organically. We’ll take some trips to New York. You’ll see all the shit they don’t show the tourist.”

You open the box to inspect the new camera, turning it on. It already has a charge and everything.

“You happy? Does this make up for the old one?”

You look back up at him. “Happy? I want you to leave me alone. I want you out of my life.”

He levels a sharp look at you that makes you cringe back. “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart. I’m sorry we met this way but this is how the cards are gonna fall.” You can only gulp at the seriousness of his statement and the look on his face that makes you truly worry for your safety.

But he said he wouldn’t kill you…

“Since that’s settled, we have a reservation to make. You ready? Freshened up? Fed the cat?”

You take a sharp inhale. “Where are we going?”

“Jet’s all fueled up. We’re doing dinner in San Francisco so bring the camera.”

“San Francisco? I can’t go there! What about Jethro?”

“It’s a 30 minute flight. You’ll be back before midnight. Unless you enjoy your time with me so much you wanna stay,” he smirks making you frown.

“Just give me a second,” you whisper. You go to the kitchen to fill your cat’s food bowl and change out his water before stepping into the bathroom.

You furiously start to text your best friend that there’s a kidnapper in your house and he’s trying to kill you and to send the police but the second you press send the phone shuts off.

“What the fuck,” you breathe. It had a full battery…

“You see a blond and you think I’m a fucking idiot?” Steve calls into the bathroom. “I know you have a new phone. Sam already hacked it. Now use the bathroom and let’s go!”

You don’t even have to pee…

You step out of the bathroom dejectedly and run into Steve’s broad chest.

“I know this isn’t the best situation. I’m really trying here. Don’t-please don’t fight me. It’ll be easier if you just cooperate.” He voice softens in a way you’ve yet to hear and it does calm you. Slightly.

“Okay. Okay. My shoes are by the door.” He walks back over to the door and pats the bench you keep by it to drop off groceries and things. You sit obediently and he slips your shoes on for you before working on his own. You grab your purse and call goodbye to your cat who’s horrified of strangers so you don’t even bother to look for him.

You step right into Steve’s awaiting arm.

He’s the perfect gentleman as he lets you walk into the elevator first then holds open the door to his Rolls Royce.

“Do you want to pick the music?”

“No,” you answer quickly.

He sighs and presses a button the console and some old time band music starts to play. The perfect backdrop to how he’s going to tie cinder blocks to your ankles and toss you into the ocean.

He’s quiet as he drives to John Wayne. You can’t help but hazard a glance at him. He is extremely handsome. Chiseled jaw and cheek bones, gorgeous blue eyes…maybe a little green in the right light.

He smirks as you watch him. “I can see you staring.”

“Sorry,” you whisper and whip your gaze to the window.

“Don’t be.”

“So, what is it that you do exactly?”

“Imports. Exports.”

“…humans?”

“God, no. Mostly weapons and drugs.”

“Oh.”

“Almost as bad as humans in the long run. People’s lives are ruined either way.”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“You won’t have to get involved in any of that,” he assures you.

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” you joke humorlessly.

He smiles at the statement. The silence becomes palatable after that as you glance at your old phone. You tucked the new one into your purse too but it’s yet to turn back on.

Everything from New York was gone. Even your plane tickets and Google Maps history. A whole week erased.

“Can I ask you something?”

Steve hums an affirmative.

“What happened on the dock?”

He smirks humorlessly and glances at you for a second before looking back at the road. “You don’t need to know.”

“But you’re, like, ruining my life for whatever that was! You can’t tell me?”

“I don’t want you to know anything more than what you need to know. It makes it easier in the long run.”

You grumble softly and repeat his words mockingly. He doesn’t respond.

The flight is quick just like he promised. A driver picks you up at the runway. This late at night and on the weekend, there’s very little traffic as the car makes its way through the city to ocean front.

You’re surprised when the familiar landscape becomes too familiar.

“What are we doing in Sausalito?”

“You’re familiar with the area?” Steve asks, not even glancing up from his phone.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

The world around you turns into the world you grew up in. You take a sharp intake of breath as you start to understand where you’re going. Maybe it’s been long enough. Maybe you can handle it.

The car stops in front of a very familiar restaurant. You wouldn’t be surprised if the hostess still remembers you.

It was only three years ago.

It was thankfully a different host and none of the servers looked familiar. You were directed through the kitchen, to a back room. It looked like it was set up for just the two of you.

“What do you think?” Steve asks as he pulls out your chair.

You just nod and sit. Your eyes are fixed on the menu. You can’t even enjoy the scenery.

You can’t do this.

Steve crouches down next to you. “Hey. You alright?” He asks. “You’re pescatarian, right? This is one of the best seafood places in the state.”

“It’s delicious. I’ve been here l-lots of times.” You voice cracks at the end of your statement and Steve is instantly on fix it mode.

“Alright, come on. We’re leaving.” He pulls out your chair and grips your forearm, tugging you back out the door.

He gets you back in the car and instructs the driver to drive around.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“That was my mom’s favorite restaurant. We went all the time. I haven’t been back since-“

“Shit,” Steve sighs. “I’m so sorry.”

“I guess you don’t know everything about me,” you whisper.

“Alright, you grew up here?” You nod. “Where someplace without memories?”

You think for a moment before pulling out your phone and giving the driver the address.

The silence is thick and uncomfortable now while you ride to the other side of the city. The world becomes more industrial as you enter Oakland. More urban. As you ride to a restaurant you’ve never actually been to but you’ve eaten the food plenty of times. You family loved this place but you alway opted for take out due to the nature of it.

“Barbecue?” Steve asks as the car stops in front of the restaurant. You nod and glance at him for approval. “You’re all dolled up in your pretty dress. You might get it dirty.”

“It’s the only place I can think of,” you laugh humorlessly. “And the dress is red. The sauce will blend right in.”

“Whatever you want,” Steve sighs. The driver steps out of the car and lets both of you out before disappearing into the restaurant.

“Both of my parents died when I was a kid,” Steve sighs, leaning against the side of the car. “I-I know how it feels. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry to you, too.” You give him a half hearted smile.

“Just a couple of orphans,” he jokes just as the driver comes back.

“Cap, they can’t do a private room. They said they’re too busy.”

Steve lifts his brow at the man. “Does he know who I am?”

“This is Stark territory,” the man shrugs. Steve makes a sharp intake and pushes himself off the car to go inside the restaurant.

“Hold on,” you stop him, pressing a hand to his chest. “Let’s just eat at a regular table. It’s fine.” You direct your gaze to the driver. “Can you just put our name on the list? We’ll wait.”

Steve just shrugs and takes his place back against the car. The driver comes back advising they have a table for you and he goes to park somewhere.

Steve presses a hand to your lower back, leading you into the restaurant. You’re seated at a table near a window in a relatively quiet corner.

“See? This isn’t so bad?”

“I guess not,” Steve sighs and pulls out your chair once again. A waitress comes around relatively quickly with menus and water.

“Is it your first time here?”

“It’s his first time,” you gesture to Steve. “It’s my first time in an extremely long time.”

“Well, the menu didn’t change much. Our ribs are a best seller of course. And the links are a little spicy,” she warns. “Special occasion?” She asks seeing our outfits.

“It’s our first date,” you smile.

“Cute! I hope you both enjoy it!” She leaves you for a moment to look over the menu.

You attempt to stifle a laugh while you watch Steve across the table. “What?” He asks, glancing up.

“It’s just funny that she warned you about the spice level.”

He cracks a smile at that. “She probably saw that I needed one from a mile away so I appreciate it.”

“Big, bad Steve can’t handle a little heat?”

“I know my limits,” he grins. You giggle at him and look over the cocktail list already knowing what you want. “I thought you were pescatarian?”

“I’ll still eat chicken occasionally.”

“Good to know,” he mutters.

You lean forward on the table. “You know, its not really fair you got this head start on me when I don’t know anything about you.”

“Then ask.”

“I-I don’t know what to ask. I’m not really the dating type,” you admit.

“You don’t date?”

“I haven’t dated anyone in an extremely long time. Like years.”

“Are you straight?”

“You couldn’t get that from my phone?”

“I have a pretty good guess,” Steve counters, placing his menu on the table to focus on you. “You have a crush on Loki Laufeyson for some reason, you have this ancient photo album full of men, but your porn history…” he trails and your face heats instantly.

“Fine, I’m bi,” you admit before he can read you to further filth.

“Was that so hard? What are you getting?”

You frown slightly at losing his little game. “Just the chicken.”

“What sides?”

“I think green beans and potato salad. What about you?”

“I’m thinking the ribs and brisket with corn and potato salad. You think the dessert’s good here?”

You just nod. It’s good. You don’t need to give him an explanation. The waitress comes back and takes your orders. Steve surprises you and orders for you. He adds on a whiskey lemonade and you request a spiked kool aid.

“Did you spend your whole life in Sausalito?”

“Yeah, until my mom died. I just couldn’t stay. That’s when I moved to LA.”

“Is your family here, too?”

“Yeah, well, in Norcal. They’re sprinkled around all over the place. What about you?”

“Sam and Buck are all I have left,” Steve sighs. “I lost everyone so I made a new family.” You nod. That must be hard, too.

“Can you tell me about yourself?” You request after the waitress drops off your drinks.

“I’ve known Bucky since I was a kid. We joined the army together. We met Sam at the base in Sokovia. We’ve been tight ever since. Bucky lost his arm and got discharged. Sam and I learned too much about our government and we went rouge, I guess. Been running ever since.”

“So you went from being in the American army to…” you trail, not knowing how much you can say in public.

“Pretty much.”

“That’s a complete turn around.”

“Haven’t looked back,” he sighs and sips his drink. “How is it?” You nod sipping your own cocktail. It was really good actually.

“How yours?”

“Good.”

He sighs and tugs his phone from his pocket. He types a few lines of text before handing it to you. It’s on the face ID screen.

“The password is 1918.”

“Is that the year you were born?”

“Oh, she’s got jokes,” he smirks. “It’s just a number. Take it. I’ll get it back on our next date.”

You take the phone tentatively. “Are you sure? Don’t you need it for…stuff?”

“I’ve got a work phone for that. But that one has all the personal stuff. So we can be on the same level.”

You go though the face ID process and the home screen lights up for you. The background is a landscape of New York, the icons are all sorted in designated boxes so unlike your own phone where apps are spread out and you have to hunt for the ones you rarely use.

“Where’s the next date going to be? My grandma’s grave?” You smirk.

“I didn’t know!” Steve argues with a smile.

“But I thought you knew everything about me! Are you a liar now?”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“Maybe if you weren’t forcing me to marry you, you might learn it on an actual date.”

Steve sighs as you suck all of the fun out of the situation. “I’m not apologizing for this anymore.”

“I’m not accepting any apologies.”

“Can we just enjoy our date?”

You hum softly and stir your drink. “The worst part is if it weren’t for all of this, I might actually like you.”

Steve drops you off at home a little after midnight. He walks you up to your door and presses a kiss to your forehead before bidding you goodnight.

The date didn’t get much better after your outburst. Steve sort of clammed up on you so you disengaged too. This was no way to start a relationship. Even a fake one…

You sigh and step back into your home. You just want to get out of this dress.

You strip and shower and lie in bed before remembering the new phone in your purse. Your cat joins you just as you fish it out.

Steve’s pictures are surprisingly normal. He’s got a lot of tattoos under those dress shirts. You see them peaking out under tanks and littering his chest in topless shots. You hum softly. You’ve never thought of being with someone with that many tattoos but you didn’t know what to expect from a hardened criminal. Photos of him and Bucky and Sam. Some other people come and go. There’s a red head that’s pops up pretty often among them. She’s gorgeous.

You keep scrolling past trips and scenic landscapes until you notice another common woman. This one’s photos are more intimate. Sleeping, cuddling with him, oh shit!

Was she sucking his…?

You squeak and toss the phone away startling your cat.

“Why would he want me to see that?” You whisper. Unless…

You pull the phone back toward you and try to ignore the video to look at the date. It was over five years old.

You can’t help but glance back at the image. Fuck, he’s thick.

You scroll away quickly. There’s more pornographic images sprinkled into his life. Photos of rings, a wedding, a church. All with her.

You go back further and watch their relationship. A small one bedroom apartment, a dog, parks, beaches, sunsets. He loved her, whoever she was…

You scroll back up to when you first noticed her image until they stopped. Maybe they broke up. You yawn and place the phone on your bedside table.

You’ll look through it more tomorrow.

After a week of normal life, Steve texts you to pack a weekend bag.

You ask where he’s taking you and he actually tells you. Probably to avoid another date like the last one.

Tokyo

What about Jethro? There’s no way you’ll be able to get your sitter on this short of notice.

You and that fucking cat. Bring him

You don’t question the man’s sanity, you just start to pack up your cat’s food.

Three days later you’re flying first class with your kitten to Japan.

This was insane.

You meet Steve at the airport in a private car and he greets you with a smile and asks about your week.

“Fine,” you answer tersely and place Jethro between the two of you in the car.

“Sam noticed your social media presence has dipped. Care to explain?”

Well, that was abrupt…

“Um, I just haven’t felt like leaving the house…”

“Are you scared I’ll jump out of the bushes or something?” Steve laughs as the car pulls off.

“No!” You answer quickly but that was a lie. “Kinda.”

“No one’s going to bother you. Get back to your regular life. I don’t want anything to seem suspicious.”

“That’s kinda hard,” you mutter.

“What was that?” You can tell he hates your backtalk but he’s trying to be civil.

You clear your throat and gather your thoughts. “It’s kinda hard to act like everything is normal when it isn’t.”

He sighs and crosses one of his long legs over the other.

“Have you told your friends about me?”

“No,” you snort. How were you supposed to brooch that. This hot guy kidnapped me and now we’re ’dating’.

“Tell them about me so it’s not out of left field for them to get a wedding invitation,” he sighs.

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Let’s make up a meet cute,” he suggests. “Coffee shop?” You shrug. “Bar?”

“I don’t go to bars.”

“Fine. You tell me how we met.” Irritation swirls in his voice and you kind of want to continue to poke the bear…

You think for a moment trying to make up a scenario that might irritate him just enough. “I was filming along the water front in New York and bumped into you and my phone fell in the water before I could save anything. You jumped in to get it but it was, like, gone. We both felt so bad because you felt responsible and you were all wet with murky, dirty water. You offered to get me a new one but you were dripping wet so we went back to your place so you could change then we went to the Apple Store. I left and came back home but you went to the store a couple of days later and bought a local catfish-“

“I see where this is going,” Steve shakes his head. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Just ridiculous enough,” you insist with a smile. “We can film some b-roll and make it a get ready with me. Make it happen.”

He lets out a defeated sigh while watching you intently with a lifted brow. “You’re serious?” You nod “Are you asking me to be in a movie, little movie star?”

“I mean, we have to make this legit.”

“Alright, we’ll do it when we get back to the States.” You smile up at him before he goes back to the tablet on his lap for the rest of the ride.

His lack of reaction disappoints you but he seems to really be trying to get along with you. You have a whole long weekend with him…You can break him in four days.

You film some of the city scape, since he wants to be part of your life apparently before he drops you off at the hotel.

“You’re in room 2001. My room is 2002, right across the hall.” Steve hands you a key card. “I’ll pick you up for dinner at 7, get some rest in the meantime. Then we can talk about what to do for the rest of the weekend.” You nod and take the card. “I have to handle some business but call if you need anything.” A door man opens the door and works on your luggage while you handle Jethro.

The hotel is gorgeous. One of those hotels you film in the lobby of to make it look like you’re staying there but you could never afford it, couldn’t even fake it. The 20th floor is the top of the hotel. There’s only one other room up this high and it’s Steve’s. You look around in awe. The room is gorgeous. It’s huge. And it looks like a house! You step into a living room, there’s a wet bar with a mini fridge and a balcony looking out over the city that is calling you but you have to get Jethro settled first. You notice a litter box in the coroner and a pet bed full of toys, treats, and cat food. Steve really thought of you. You release Jethro from his carrier and he takes a few tentative steps around the room before letting out a questioning meow.

“I’m right here,” you reassure him. It’s not his first time in a hotel but it’s his first time flying to the other side of the world. You film him exploring his new environment before taking him out to the balcony.

“We’re in Tokyo!” You announce to the camera with your cat in tow. You let him explore the balcony while the bell hop brings up your luggage. You do a little editing and finally let out a sigh.

“You wanna help me unpack, little man?” He chirps up at you and you take him back inside. You press a kiss to his head and place him on the bed while you go through your luggage.

Your phone vibrates but you’re shocked when its not Steve.

It’s your best friend.

Hey! When did you go to Japan??

She must have seen your post. You’ve been a terrible friend this past month but your head has been all over the place. Here goes nothing.

I’ve been seeing this guy. He flew me out for a long weekend

Whaaat??? Who is he? Why didn’t you tell me? Is he hot???

You laugh at her messages.

We’ll take some pictures tonight. He’s gorgeous

It was the truth. He was beautiful, tall, and buff. Every woman’s dream man. You’d be happy if you weren’t being forced into this situation.

You deserve it

You smile at her text. Maybe you just need to make the best of it.

Do you want me to bring you back anything?

YESS!!! Whatever you can fit in your bag!!!

You laugh and send her a thumbs up emoji.

You want to explore the hotel and the city but the time change is killing you. You turn on a YouTube video and let it watch you fall asleep.

You wake up feeling a dip on the bed next to you.

“Little star, you alright?” You groan softly and smoother your face in the pillow. “You are going to be up all night,” Steve chuckles.

“I tried to stay awake,” you mutter before yawning and stretching. You press yourself up to look at him. He’s dressed in a simple cable knit sweater and slacks. He looks so effortless. He could probably wear a paper bag and look good.

“You hungry?” You nod. “Sushi?” You smile and nod again. “Get up and get dressed.” He gets up and heads to the living room. You glance around and notice your cat is gone. Of course he is. Steve must be a holy terror to him.

You get up and stretch again before finding some clothes. A simple sweater should be good. It was chilly out so you should wear a coat.

You put your braids in a ponytail and step out of the bedroom to find Steve with your cat on his lap, looking as content as he could be.

“What the hecko? Jethro?” The cat looks at you and blinks slowly.

“I had to come all the way to Japan to finally meet this guy. Does he like his bed and everything?”

“Well, yeah,” you sputter incredulously. “He’s just normally terrified of strangers. I’m…he’s sitting with you?”

“Bucky’s cat is the same way,” Steve sighs. “They just like me, I guess,” he shrugs while running a hand down your cat’s back. Then he looks at you and graces you with a gorgeous smile. “You look really cute.”

Your face heats.

“I figured we should match.” You look down at your own white sweater under your leather jacket.

“We have a reputation to uphold,” he laughs and places Jethro on the floor. “Ready?” You nod and take his hand. He brings your hand to his lips and leads you to the elevator.

“No car?” You ask when you reach the lobby and notice the lack of black luxury vehicles.

“No car. Just a short walk.”

“Growth,” you smile up at him.

“I walk. When I’m out of the States,” he laughs.

“Where are Sam and Bucky while you’re out of the country?”

“Sam’s here. Buck’s in Europe handling some stuff.” You hum in understanding. “Why?”

“It just seems like they’re always with you. I was just wondering.”

“They didn’t come on the last date.”

“No, but they flew with us.”

“I needed my wing men.” You burst into laughter at his statement. “I’m not great with women. I’ve really only had one serious relationship. I just want you to like me.”

You hum not really knowing how to brooch the question. “I looked through your phone. Obviously. Was it the brunette?”

“Peggy. We were married.”

“What happened?”

“She passed away five years ago.”

“Steve!” You almost shout and remember where you are. “You’re a widow?”

He takes a breath and pulls you along down the street. “Yeah.” So many questions run through your mind but he stops are a revolving sushi place that reminds you how much he’s really trying. You love revolving sushi.

You’re seated at the bar and you record a few seconds before posing together for a selfie. He presses a kiss to your temple and you get a photo of it.

“Can I ask you about what happened to her?” You ask quietly

“Colon cancer.”

“Colon cancer?” You repeat.

“Came out of nowhere. By the time we found out it was too late. After I lost her, I just threw myself into my work. I feel like I’m a completely different man from the man she knew. Sometimes I think back about my time with her and it feels like a different life.”

“Do you think you’ve changed for the better?” You question.

He sighs deeply. “No.” He takes a sip of his sake. “But I’ve learned so much about the world that I didn’t know when she was alive. I feel like I’ve gotten as good as I can get.” You sigh. What could have possibly happened in his life to take him from a military man who was a loving husband to a crime lord?

You watch as he pours another cup of sake and you can’t help yourself. You stand up and press a kiss to his temple, not so unlike the ones he’s given you. They calmed you so much. You hope yours does the same for him.

The two of you walked back to the hotel hand in hand but Steve was right as you’re learning he is about a lot of things. You were wired.

“Did you decide what you want to do tomorrow?” Steve asks as you step into the lobby.

“Can we go to Disneyland?”

“Disneyland?” He repeats, shock all over his face.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Tokyo Disney,” you insist.

“Alright. I’ll make some calls.”

He starts toward the elevator but you fall behind. “What’s wrong?”

“Um,” you play with your jacket zipper for a second. “Can we get a drink or something?”

“You aren’t tired, are you?”

“Far from it,” you laugh.

“There’s a stocked bar in the room.”

“Okay,” you nod.

He leads you to your room. “You wanna change? Get showered, and everything? I’ll come over in 30?” You nod and you go your separate ways.

Just for a moment.

You follow his instructions and you felt a little more relaxed after each step of your night time routine. You’re wrapping your braids up in a high bun when he knocks on the door.

“Come in!”

“Got a private tour for Disneyland tomorrow. You owe Sam a drink. Probably a whole bottle,” Steve laughs and heads straight for the alcohol.

“They didn’t know who you were?” You joke from the bedroom.

“My name gets me a lot but Disney’s a fucking vault.”

“Oh, something even the great Steve Rogers can’t ge…” The words die on your lips when you see him.

Grey sweat pants should come with a warning. Especially when they’re worn by him.

“It keeps me humble,” he sighs. “What are you drinking, movie star?”

“Um…” you have to catch your breath. He really does make anything look good. “I uh-“ you have to clear your throat before you can continue. “Is there a rosé over there?”

“Coming right up.”

You perch on the edge of the couch and it instantly reminds you of your first date. You roll his phone around in your hands and finally pass it back to him when he hands you the glass. “You know you really shouldn’t just pass that around to anyone,” you warn.

“Did you watch those videos?” He smirks, making himself comfortable in the arm chair across from you. You can help but watch his tattoos that swirl from his chest down his arms. Anything to avoid his gaze while you talk about this.

“I couldn’t, like, not watch them…” you trail.

“And?”

“And what?” Your face heats as he watches you. “You want me to tell you you have a fat dick or something?”

“Do I?” He asks with a quirked eye brow.

“Can we change the subject?”

“You brought it up.”

“You’re impossible,” you laugh and lean back on the couch.

“I’m not deleting them,” he shrugs.

“I don’t expect you to.” Especially now that you know more about the situation. You swirl your glass for a moment before asking your next question. “Was she into filming stuff or were you?”

He smirks at you for a moment before answering. “Maybe a little of both.”

“You’re freaky, Mr. Rogers.”

“I never said I was a saint. You film every moment of your life. Ever filmed that?”

“No,” you answer quickly.

He hums softly and shrugs. “You might like it.”

You just shake your head and smile.

“You have a gorgeous body. You could film anything you want and people would watch it.” You laugh at his words just as Jethro jumps on the arm chair and curls up in his lap.

“I can’t believe him,” you sigh, watching the cat. Five years of him running in horror at the doorbell ringing and all it took was one mob boss to change him.

“You both have terrible taste in men,” he sighs and scratches behind the cat’s ear.

“What do you know about my taste in men?” You smile.

“You’re dating me, aren’t you?”

You just shake your head. “You’re ridiculous.” You stretch out on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. “Oh! Who’s the red head?”

“Natasha. She’s an old friend and kind of a pain in the ass. I keep her at arms distance because she’s useful but I don’t completely trust her.”

“She sounds wonderful,” you laugh.

“You two would probably get along: you share every moment of your life, she keeps every moment a heavily guarded secret.”

“I mean she’s fucking gorgeous. She can do whatever she wants if you ask me.”

“You two can take over the world together.”

You roll your eyes at his statement. “We didn’t film the end of our date,” you sigh.

“Come here,” he pats his lap, moving Jethro to the arm rest.

You stand up and fall into his lap opening your camera app on your phone. “Cheers?” He grins and holds up his glass before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“That good?” He asks wrapping his arm around your waist. You nod and he pulls you back against his chest. You add the clip to the rest of the video and schedule it to post in the morning.

“I can’t wait to go to Disney. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he mutters and presses another kiss to your temple. He holds you against him while you edit some other videos and finish your glass. Steve works on his own phone and the two of you sit in comfortable silence.

You notice Steve finish his whiskey and ask if he wants a refill.

“Thank you.”

You get up and refill both your glasses. “What are you working on?”

“Sourcing products,” he answers simply.

“You make it all sound like you just run a store.”

“I guess it kind of is,” he smiles and takes his drink. You start to walk back over to the couch but he grabs your hand. “Come back. I like you here.” You laugh and sit back down on his lap. You wrap one arm around his shoulder as you snuggle into his hold.

“I kind of like being here, too.”

“Good,” he sighs. He places his glass on the side table with his phone next to it. “Do you have any other questions about me or do you want to keep my phone for another week?”

“It was kind of fun being a mob boss for a couple of weeks.”

He places the phone in your lap. “You can be the boss for as long as you want,” he laughs.

“You don’t want it back?”

“It felt nice to unplug for a couple of weeks.”

“Alright. I’ll keep it. But you have to take your phone back on the next date. I can’t handle all of this responsibility on my own.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles.

He takes your glass from your hand and places it next to his. “I need to talk to you about something serious. We’ve been ‘dating’ but I need you to refer to me as your fiancé. If anyone asks you, we’re engaged, alright?” You nod. “Good. That’s all. Some of us have been up making money all day. I’m fucking exhausted.”

“I’m sorry for keeping you up,” you smile.

“Don’t be. I like being with you.” He tucks his arm under your legs and carries you to your bed. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“What time?”

“Sam said the park opens at 9. I’ll have some breakfast sent up at 8 and we’ll leave after that.” You nod and he puts you down. “Try to get some sleep.” You nod again. He presses a kiss to your forehead and you snuggle into bed. You hear the hotel room door open and close and take a deep sigh.

Part of you wishes he would stay.

Room service wakes you up bright and early. You’re amazed you eventually got some sleep.

Steve comes over about ten minutes after breakfast arrives.

“You aren’t dressed?” Steve asks walking through the open bathroom door.

“No,” you mumble around toothbrush. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. You bend over to rinse your mouth. “You’re too cheery for this early.”

He smirks. “I already had my coffee and went to the gym. I’m ready to go.”

“Just like the elderly to be up early.”

He rolls his eyes at you in the mirror. “I’m going to eat. Take your time looking cute.” You smile and let him kiss your forehead. You’re getting used to his kisses. You start to look forward to them. Thirty minutes later, you emerge from your bedroom refreshed and dressed in a Minnie Mouse sweater.

“You didn’t want to match me today?” Steve asks cutting up his omelette.

“I have to rep my girl,” you giggle pointing at the queen mouse herself.

“Fine, I’ll change before we leave,” he smiles.

“You don’t have to.” You grab a plate and peruse the buffet that appeared in your room. “Why is there so much food?”

“I like matching you. And I don’t know what kind of breakfast food you like.”

“A bagel and scrambled egg sandwich with a little bit of hot sauce.”

“Good to know,” Steve smiles. You place your food next to his at the bar before feeding Jethro. “How’d you sleep?”

“Surprisingly good. And you?”

“Like a rock. ” You step up onto the bar stool next to him. “Got you something.” Steve slides a ring box in front of you as you sit down. You give him a dubious look before opening it.

“Shit.” You almost fall off the stool at the diamond sitting in front of you. “Wha-what is this?”

“We have to be engaged, right?”

“And this is how you’re proposing? Just giving me a ring at breakfast?”

“You’re the one narrating this relationship. Make up a good story for me.”

You blanch at him. Does he not have a romantic bone in his body? As you stare up at him, a thought comes to mind. “Brain blast! You can propose at Disneyland!”

“Are you serious?” Steve cocks an eyebrow at you.

“It’s every girl’s dream,” you joke. “At least it’s what they think their dream is. It’ll do crazy numbers!”

“When am I going to learn to stopped being shocked by your ideas?” Steve sighs. “Fine. But you know, if we’re going to have a filmed, public proposal, we’re going to have to kiss.”

You frown slightly. “Yeah, I guess we will.”

“Should we practice?” Kiss? Him? On the lips? You gasp and look up at him again. Your terror must read all over your face. “Or we can just let it happen in the moment. It will probably look more organic.”

“No, you’re right. First kisses are always awkward. We have to do it before hand.”

“Do you want me to brush my teeth?” Steve asks with a smirk and pushes his empty plate away.

“Um, no, it’s okay. Let’s just do it.”

“You don’t have to say it like its a death sentence. It’s just a kiss.”

“No, I just, um…You take the lead,” you insist.

He gives you a look like he’s trying to figure out what you just said before his eyes widen. “You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“Oh my God,” you mutter and cover your face with your hands. Is it that obvious?

“Wait. Are you a virgin, too?” You just nod, unable to look at him. “What kind of abstinent rock did you live under?” Steve chuckles.

“It’s not funny.” You mutter into your hands.

“Yes, it is. What are you? 30? And you’ve never kissed anyone? How do you even know you’re bi?”

“I just know!” You cry. This was beyond embarrassing. You just wanted to have a fun day at Disneyland, ride the rides, eat the food, get to know Steve better but now all your embarrassing secrets were out on the table like you were in high school all over again.

“Alright, it’s not funny. Calm down. You’ll ruin your make up,” Steve sighs and pulls your hands away from his face. There’s still a ghost of a smile on his lips that makes you laugh at the whole situation.

“Maybe it is kind of funny,” you admit.

“It’s fucking hilarious,” Steve grins. “We have a lot of practicing to do if you’ve never kissed anyone.” He turns your stool so you’re facing him. “Alright. Close your eyes.” You follow his instructions.

It takes a moment before you feel a soft press to your lips.

It’s nice.

“There. First one done.” You can hear the smile in Steve voice. “You wanna do it back?” Your eyes flutter open to meet his. He’s still leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his face just inches from yours. You nod tentatively. He closes his eyes and you purse your lips and kiss him back.

You kind of like it.

“You’re a pro already. Ready for something more advanced?” You nod again. “Alright. Close ‘em.” You follow his instructions again and his hands cup your face. This time his lips slot between yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. He gives you the smallest nip of his teeth making you gasp and you know he’s got you. The second your mouth opens, he’s in it, your teeth clashing while he holds your face to his. Then he lets go. Your eyes open again to see him standing over you. His pupils are slightly dilated, hiding the blue of his eyes. His lips are red from you lip gloss. His breathing matches yours.

You love this.

You don’t wait for his prompting this time. You reach up to pull him down into another breath stealing kiss. His arms wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly from the stool. He can take you where ever he want to go.

He starts to pull away but you chase him making him smile. You giggle and press one last kiss to his lips. He keeps you in his embrace and you keep him in yours. He’s just breaths away.

“Do you think you’ve got enough reps in?”

“Maybe one more to make sure?”

“Gladly,” Steve grins and lifts you just to place you on the bar counter and steps between your legs. You’ll have to let him go eventually. Just not right now.

“Hey guys! I know I’ve been kind of spotty with uploads but as I said in the last video, my boyfriend brought me to Japan! This is day two! We started off with a room service buffet. Then we went to Tokyo Disneyland! Ah! I was in heaven! It was all so magical! We got matching hoodies. We love to match! And I got a pair of rose gold ears. Steve booked us a tour guide for the day so we got to walk onto everything! Things got a little too intense for Steve after Journey to the Center of the Earth. This was him trying to hold down his Mickey Pretzel. So, I was a solo rider for the rest of the day. We ended the day with fireworks in this special reserved area with a blanket and hot cocoa. It was so cute. And then Steve shocked me and proposed in front of the castle! Of course I said yes! I love him so much! It was such an amazing day. Stay tuned for some wedding planning videos! This is so exciting!”

You end the voice over recording and let out a burnt out sigh.

“You’re a good actress,” Steve laughs and runs his hand over your stomach while you relax in his lap after all the walking you did today.

You snort out a laugh. “You haven’t seen my other videos, apparently.”

“I have. You’re nowhere near that bubbly in real life.”

“You don't think I have a generally cheery disposition?” You grin.

“I think you’re a fucking brat,” Steve smirks into his drink. You just giggle at his words.

You sync up the video with your voice over and the two of you sit in silence while Steve sips his bourbon. You get to the footage that makes you pause as Steve holds your middle and you happily leap into his arms to share the passionate kiss you worked so hard on that morning. It looked good.

Really good. “That kiss was pretty damn convincing.” Steve presses a kiss to your temple.

“You think so?”

He hums positively. “They might actually think you’re in love.”

You smile and turn your head to face him. You press a kiss to his cheek. “I had a good teacher.”

“Did you?” Steve smirks and brushes his hand up your jaw. “Do you want some more homework?” He presses another heart stopping kiss to your lips. You turn in his lap to straddle his legs and Steve grips your hips, holding you close.

“I like kissing you,” you admit against his lips.

“Good, because I’m not going to stop anytime soon.” You giggle and cup his jaw, falling back into his kiss.

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