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daggerspare-standingby · 1 year ago

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The Chase - Part 1 | Hangman x Reader

Ok ok so I've had this in my works for a while and I couldnt find the guts to post it but here it is... my Jake x Reader Fic. Thanks to @roosterforme for helping me come up with a name :)

Summary: You've got a summer job bartending at the Hard Deck, and every night the same cocky naval aviator comes to the bar and flirts with you. You don't return his advances, heeding everyone's warnings and deciding to play hard to get, but jealousy creeps in each time he leaves with another tag chaser. Leaving you to your nighttime fantasies.

Jake secretly loves the chase you give him, he leaves with the girls but only for a hot and heavy make out session outside the bar. Since meeting you, and seeing the way his flirtatious advances effect you, or lack thereof, he's not able to get you out of his head. Your sassy attitude makes him weak in the knees, and makes his heart beat a little faster each time you give him a smart remark. There's no doubt in his mind, you're the one for him.

Warnings: none that I can think of in this one, smut for future parts, bar and navy inaccuracies for sure

Pairing: Jake x Bartender!Reader

Word count: 2348..

You had never met a more cocky and arrogant person than Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. From the very first day you met the aviator, he crawled right under your skin with his constant smirk and holier-than-thou attitude. He thought you would simply fawn under his striking green eyes and sparkling white grin. He didn’t expect you to be immune to his advances each night.

When he saw you at the bar the night of your first shift, he was captivated by your long flowing hair and your cute ass in the jean shorts you wore, he sent up a silent thank you for the ac that couldn’t keep up. Then you turned around and he saw the little tank top you were wearing, which showed off a respectable amount of cleavage and he could swear he could pop a gasket right there. You were absolutely beautiful. When you laughed at something one of the patrons said, your smile brightened up the whole bar, he’d stood and admired you, frozen in place (right by the front door to the bar) until Fanboy walked right into his back “hey, watch it Garcia”, Hangman grumbled as he moved to their usual spot by the pool tables. Coyote followed his friend’s gaze, also landing on the pretty new bartender Penny had hired who was singing along to the music playing through the jukebox as she served beverages. “Hangman, let’s go get some beer.” Always the best wingman, Hangman gave him an appreciative nod as they both made their way to the bar, they leaned against it waiting their turn to be approached.

Each night would be the same song and dance, you would be behind the bar lighting up the dingy floor boards and peeled paint with your smile, Jake and the Dagger Squad as they became affectionately known after their successful mission, would show up after work, order a few rounds and Jake would unsuccessfully flirt with you and try to get your phone number. It irked him that you called everyone by their first names, except for him. You and the squad had developed a friendship like no other, but for Jake, that beautiful smile and long hair was what he wished to see splayed out on his pillow beside him when he woke up.

He had been flirting with you for months, you’d clocked the aviator a mile away every time he walked into the bar, oozing swagger and confidence. That damn toothpick gripped between those pearly white teeth, which simultaneously drove you mad and made you incredibly horny - especially when he did that thing with his tongue that flipped it around… the first time he did it he was standing at the bar waiting for a drink from Penny, and you couldn't help but check him out, he was attractive, sure you’d give him that. His piercing green eyes meeting yours “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before darlin’,” You straightened slightly, not expecting the attention and having only been hired by Penny a few days ago to help out with the summer shifts “Penny just hired me…” He smiled, “I’m Jake, but they call me Hangman.” Before you could respond, Penny returned with his beers and handed them to him “leave my bartenders alone Hangman” you bit your lip and watched as Jake retreated to the pool tables and his friends, but not before casting you one more glance before starting a pool game.

He flirted shamelessly with you each time he came to the bar, and you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach each time he did. He had done the toothpick trick a couple times and your mind wandered to what else he could with that tongue of his. By the end of your shift, he was long gone, usually with a pretty young thing on his arm, but you were left with thoughts of his steely green eyes, sharp jaw, witty mouth and wicked tongue. You returned to your apartment, shed your clothes and crawled into bed, but you were so keyed up with thoughts of Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin, that your hands wandered down your body, under your sleep shirt, and into your panties, already soaked with arousal. His honeyed voice echoing in your mind, saying your name to get your attention at the bar, the way he winked at you as he added a few more beer to his tab, and imagining that your fingers currently circling your clit was his tongue instead was what had you clenching around nothing and arching off the bed.

It was the same, night after night. Jake would come to the bar after his shift, his khaki uniform straining over his biceps and making your mouth water and breath catch. He’d wink at you when he placed his order, and flirt with you shamelessly all night. But you’d seen the way he turned on the charm with every girl at the bar, especially when you didn’t reciprocate his advances each night. He eventually left with them each and every night, and the thought crept into your head that maybe everyone was right - Hangman only wanted one thing, and you didn’t want to be another notch on his bed-post. But that didn’t stop you from circling your clit with your fingers each night, shuddering with his name on your lips as you came.

One Friday, Penny had an additional hand from Jimmy and gave you the night off to enjoy it from the other side of the bar. You sipped your drink sitting at a barstool, when just after 5pm the door opened with a roar of conversation flooding in, Jake followed by the rest of the Dagger Squad. You watched Jake’s eyes scanning the bar and a ghost of a frown touches his lips as he doesn’t see you working. He orders a beer from Penny anyways and your smirk grows, watching him make his way back to the pool table and dart board as the squad normally does. You sit on your stool opposite the bar, observing, the normal swagger and confidence he exudes is still there, especially when he throws a perfect game again, but his smile as he ribs his teammates doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You can’t hear the conversation, but you hear the rest of the team groan at presumably one of his cocky remarks, you nod Penny over and order a round of beers for the aviators, plus one for yourself and head over with the full tray.

“Rooster, if you fly the way you play pool you’re definitely going to run out of gas. Make the shot man” You set the tray of cold beers down on a high top table and watch Rooster take the shot and scratch. Taking a beer from the tray you approach the group of pilots, “Can I tag in Roos?” Everyone - including Hangman - straightens up at your arrival. Jake’s grip on his pool cue tightens slightly, not enough for you to notice, but enough for Javy to smirk around his bottle as he brings it to his lips, knowing his best friend is hooked and falling real hard for you. Rooster happily hands you his pool cue and takes the beer from you instead “good luck, you’ll need it to beat Hangman.” Your eyes finally meet the blonde pilots “you’re not gonna go too hard on me, right Hangman?” Jake’s eyes softened slightly at your gaze, oh yeah, he was hooked. “Course not darlin’.” He racked the balls again, trying to keep composure and not give away his feelings about you “you’re not working tonight?” You shook your head as you chalked your cue “nope, got the night off. A girl deserves to have fun every now and again, you naval aviators can’t be the only ones.” The Dagger Squad was watching the banter, keeping their conversation low, but with invested interest. Hangman’s signature smirk grew on his face “You can break darlin’” You nodded, rounding the table and laying out the cue ball, lips pursed in a small smile as you bent at the waist eyeing the shot you were about to make, purposely taking your time, making sure he would take full advantage of your ass basically on display.

Jake inhaled deeply, watching you lean over the pool table and willed his mind to think of anything but the inappropriate thoughts that were trying to push in. “You sure you don’t need a hand there sweetheart?” he made sure to add a little extra bravado in his tone, hoping that it would mask the desperation he felt seeping into his bones at how badly he wanted to wrap his body around yours. You cast him a sideways smirk and took the shot, sinking two right off the break. Standing, to move around the table you brushed right against his chest, his scent overwhelmed your senses, sandalwood and cinnamon, but you kept your chin up “you’re in the way of my next shot Hangman.” Jake’s eyebrows raised, almost to his hairline as he steps out of the way, unable to wipe the grin off his face. Finally, someone who could keep up with him.

This was a welcome change to the flow of the usual evening, the light chatter from the squad surrounding you as you and Jake battled it out over a game of pool. He made a smart alec remark just as you took another shot, causing you to misalign and miss slightly, giving him the upper hand. His grin widened, making the corners of his eyes crinkle “Oh darlin’ that’s too bad. Let me show you how a real winner plays.” You stood back, picking up your drink and watching his confidence come back with each shot he made. Just before he sunk the 8 ball, his eyes reached yours “thanks for the challenge sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes watching as the ball sunk into the pocket “they should call you Hangover, you just give me a headache. Sorry I couldn’t take him down a peg, friends.” You handed the cue stick over to Coyote who took it with a small chuckle and you made your way over to the bathroom.

The rest of the team returned to their conversations, Payback and Fanboy arguing about which Star Trek rerun was better, Phoenix, Bob and Rooster discussing different flight plans but Jake approached Javi watching your retreating form and let out a small sigh “I’m gonna marry that girl.” Javi looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow “you sure about that man?” Jake turned his attention to Javi with a serious expression “yes! name another girl that can keep up with me.” Coyote shrugged “All I’m saying is, if that’s your plan, stop leaving every night with some tag chaser for a heavy petting session.” Jake frowned, his brows knitting in the middle but the look disappeared as quickly as it arrived when you exited the bathroom and were making your way back towards them.

You needed a break after being in such close proximity to him for so long, bodies brushing each time you passed each other to make another shot, feeling the heat of his gaze on you the entire time, you retreated to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on the back of your neck and on your cheeks. You knew he was going to leave with another girl tonight, why did you still let him get to you? a small voice in your head told you it was because you hoped that he would leave with you tonight, but did you really want to be another conquest? another name on the bathroom stall under his callsign. Another small voice in your heart told you that the two persona’s were different, and Jake wouldn’t treat you that way, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, settling on better never than maybe, and made your way back out to the aviators around the back area of the bar. Seeing some of the usual customers you waved and made some casual conversation as you moved through the space, completely unaware of the way his eyes followed your every move.

What you were also completely unaware of, was the young officer who had had a little too much to drink, was sloshing his beer all over the place, and knocked into you accidentally, causing you to slip on the spilled liquid and as you squeezed your eyes shut bracing for the pain of hitting the floor, you realized that pain never came. The scent hit you before you could open your eyes, but as you did, you were brought back to a standing position by Jake, his hand firmly gripping your upper arm, which loosened once you stood straight and he briefly ran his eyes over you, giving you a once over “are you ok?” You needed to blink a couple times before words could form on your tongue, but when they did, they sounded too breathless “yeah.” He was still holding your arm, it was almost too much, feeling of electricity running through your system stemming from where his calloused hand was touching your arm. You looked back at how far you were from the pool tables and silently wondered how he had gotten over to you so quickly, your ears were buzzing and he was saying something to Penny, who then quickly turned to ring the bell. You recognized the cheer of “Overboard” Jake turned to look at you and you registered that he was talking to you “stay right here, I’m gonna toss this loser out and then I’ll take you home.” You started to protest but he was gone before you could even get the words out. Coyote and Payback assisted him with tossing out the young sailor and then he was back in front of you “I paid your tab, come on.” And that would be the first time you followed Jake out of the Hard Deck, with him holding onto your hand.

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grimmweepers · 29 days ago

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hi ryuryu! ♥︎ i was just thinking a bit about you and al haitham in your akademiya days… :3 about maybe how you two usually study together, and if perhaps there’s an instance when you’re feeling particularly cheeky… reach your foot out to his beneath the table and dance it up his calf, press your heel along the inside of his thigh; maybe… his crotch, when you look around and find your corner of the house of daena empty. how, maybe, you poke and tease and prod, whine all sweetly and petulantly when he asks you— whilst hiding a smirk behind the pages of his book— to stop distracting him in that handsome, commanding tone of his that never fails to make your knees buckle. how it only makes you resist even more— rubbing the balls of your feet over the erect length that now stands proud beneath his akademiya gown. and as patient as al haitham is, as much as he lets you have your fun, it’s not long before his tomes are slammed shut, and he’s grabbing for your wrist to whisk you home, whispering a cautious, “you’ve had your fun. i hope you don’t mind if i indulge, as well.” his voice is gravelly, low, strikes a tiny pit of nervous anticipation in your heart, for you know what’s about to come.

his favourite way to punish you.

is it by having you on your knees in front of him? forcing his fingers into your mouth, even with his cock hot and throbbing and leaking right in front of your face? with thick pre-spend drivelling onto your chest, and the sash from your uniform binding your wrists together to keep you from pawing at him? when you’re a hiccuping, sobbing mess, because you just, “wanna suck your dick, ‘haitham— can i, pretty please?”, is he still absolute in his resolve? how is it, when your drool slips along the heavy vein of his arm, and he gently fists his free hand in your hair to pull you off his fingers, reprimanding your plea with a, “ah, ah, i didn’t say you could stop, did i?”

when he smooths his palm down your hair and cradles the back of your head so he can push his digits just a little bit deeper, press both index and middle down near the back of your tongue until you choke out a soft gag.

“there it is, see? good girl— that wasn’t so difficult, now, was it? entertain me for just a while longer, and maybe you’ll find yourself deserving of a treat.”

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YOU ARE SO SOSO SO SO SO EO EOE SOSOS EVIL COCO

YOU’D THINK AFTER TWO DAYS OF THIS MARINATING IN MY INBOX I WOULDNT BE UNWELL AFTER READING IT FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME BUT THIS COULDNT BE MORE WRONG

STARTING OFF WITH US IN OUR AKADEMIYA UNIFORM SUSGSJSHSBSKDJFNFKFBKDJDJRKEJDJDJJDJDDJEJDJ I ALWAYS FEEL SO SALACIOUS AND DEVIOUS WHEN I PICTURE US DOING ANYTHING NAUGHTY IN OUR UNIFORM BECAUSE…. we are meant to be virtuous and studious people ….. we are meant to represent the prestigious akademiya …. yet here i am prodding his bulge with my foot in the house of daena….. i really hope nahida isn’t nearby to read our thoughts because they would be filthy and wicked…. and i’ve been saying lately that i must have such a bulge kink 😳 so this…. SO THIS 😵‍💫🧎‍♀️ i’ve never been so present and connected to a post. watching haitham’s eyebrows pinch in concentration, hearing is little grunts when i hit a particular sweet spot, feeling it become more solid under me the more i play with him….. maybe im just a big phat pervert but how can i not see a bulge and just go pat pat pat pat… that’s MY forbidden fruit

“in that handsome commanding tone” I CAN HEAR IT AND QUITE FRANKLY ITS MAKING ME ALL TINGLY AND STICKY ON THIS LOVELY SUNDAY MORNING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“his favourite way to punish you” when i read this i was like ‼️oh no oh no heres the kicker here’s the part where coco throws the grenade at me and i shatter into a million pieces 💣 WHAT WILL IT BE?? WHAT WILL DEMISE BE??????? /pos

AND MY GOD COCO OH MY GOD OH MY GLOB SJSHSBSKSHDBDICUHRKRIDBRIEIFBFKRIEHEKFIRHEODIDHRJDIBRDIIDHRDODIBRRIUFJRBRJDIDHRJDIDJDHDBDIDIDBDIDUEBDIDICHIEOEIEHEOEEIEHBEIEHRIEIERBEIRUURNRIRIRNREJJRJRNDJRKEJDRKKRKDKEKSSKDKJSISSJHAGVSSJSHBEKDHDVDJDJDBDJDHDBDNDKDHBDJDJDBDJDJDBDKDODJD

f-fingers in….. i can’t even say it …..

FINGERS…….. IN MY MOUTH

FFAAHSHSHSBXXSJHSIDUDDNDJIDHDJDBDJSBEKEJRBDJBFDJDJKDBFJFODJDJDIDJDJDJDJDJDJFJCXJXKSSJKDDJXJDJDJXJDJDODINSSJKSBDSIDJDBDJDJDJDJDJDIXIDJDBDJDIDJDDJDBDJDIDJDBDJIDDJBDDJJDJXJXXJIXJDJDIDIDIDJDNDNNCCKCKIFIDJFBFNFBFJFNFNFCCICICJC i apologise for all my keyboard smashing :(((( but i have a detrimental oral fixation and it’s so bad that sometimes i even fantasise a scenario with a dentist and his gloved fingers in my mouth because i quite enjoy the texture of that

SO NOT ONLY DID YOU WRITE THAT HAITHAM HAS HIS FINGERS IN MY MOUTH BUT HE IS CRADLING THE BACK OF MY HEAD WAHHWAHHWAHHWAHHHWAHAHWAHAHAH HE REALLY WANTS TO GET IN THERE. HE’S LOOKING AT ME DEAD IN THE EYE, WITH COCK HARD AND THROBBIBG IN MY FACE, AND SAID ‘no. you get fingers only’. what 🥺 do 🥺 you 🥺 mean :((((((((((( that’s like taking away birthright. every time it twitches and drips i’m clenching my legs together 😟 i’ve learned my lesson now, can i get the real thing now 😟 maybe if i find his gaze i can chip away at his resolve the more i blink up at him with wet lashes and tears streaming down my face 😟

AND HIM USING THE SASH TO TIE MY HANDS IS DIABOLICAL HE DOES NOT GIVE A RAT’S ARSE LOLL he said you’re getting dirty in this uniform you naughty naughty girl 🫵 i wouldn’t even be able to look at the uniform properly for a few days

i don’t even want to say how many times i’ve read this over because that would just be very embarrassing but you’ve KILLED ME. this was a gunshot to my head. am an assassination to my life. this is not earthly ryu anymore because i have already ascended to heaven after reading this the first time 🪦 reading this again, just this morning almost made me have another one of ryu’s private time but NO! not today

i’ve been watching you coco…… i know this has been you lately ^ ……… committing mutual on mutual crimes….. well i doubt anybody besides you is going to read this far so between you and i… maybe i do have a bone to pick with you

how long does it take for you to type these, ms coco? what will it take for you to be dealt with swiftly? must xiangli gently pin you down with his metal arm while the other one restrains your hands behind your back. does karasu have to take off those fresh frilly socks he adores so much and stuff them in your mouth lest he hear another remark slip past your lips. or would you prefer him to tug it off slow before pushing them between your teeth, just to remind you who they belong to? is that what it’ll take, ms coco? for you to finally behave? or perhaps that’s not it. maybe xiangli should lean in close, his breath warm against the shell of your ear as he asks “you never know when to stop, do you?” his lips could even brush your temple as he whispers, “so quiet now. why is that?” just to hear if you’ll whimper. all while karasu ghosts over the waistband of your shorts, pulling on them for the sole purpose of making you wonder if he’ll take it further than that. but he doesn’t. not yet. but i’m starting to think maybe socks aren’t enough after all! maybe karasu could replace them with his fingers, pressing down on your tongue and forcing your mouth to stay busy while he leaves fleeting kisses along your jaw, cooing about how quiet you’ve gotten. xiangli would chuckle softly behind you, shaking his head because even he has to admit that holding you like this, seeing your brown eyes all glossy and damp, has just been so delightful to him. karasu might even drag his nails down the inside of your thigh, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that you started this. that it was your devious behaviour that got you here. is that what you need ms coco? to be thoroughly dealt with until all those clever words melt right off your tongue?

#ryu’s got mail!💌#sender: coco ♡#ryuhaitham

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voidwritesstuff · 9 months ago

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LWTTT:Firewatch

Cw:Mentions of alcohol,attachment issues,Scenes that discuss discrimination for ethnic/black hairstyles.

Summary: As part of his ranger duties, Lucas to train as firewatch under the wing of Mr.Eliott Kingsman, it turns out that being stuck woth a Man in a tower for 8 hours Straight makes sociabilization a rule more than a guideline.

A/n: Based,of course,on the game Firewatch:3c,as always if I made any mistake in tackling some of the themes here please lmk. Im happy to change and correct anything in here.

With his cabin all set up, Lucas has finally finished moving in. All the radio equipment up and connected,his things left in the right place and all boxes unpacked.

He takes a deep breath,calmness taking over him now that everything is done. He rubbs his eyes and lets out a tired sigh,moving in is always such a hassle.

--I Need a coffee--He mutters,going to his coffee maker and setting a Cup down. He turns on the machine and puts in some grounded up coffee in the machine.

The coffee maker comes to life with a whirr and sets the pot on its spot. The song and dance all too known to him, practically he lives off of caffeine.

All he can hope is that the dust that hangs in the air doesnt get into his Cup,and if it did that It doesnt mess with the taste of the coffee. He knows he should clean again,but Jesus, its a pain.

Did he even have the right supplies?. Hopefully Homa-Mart can help him out.

The coffee maker lets out a dry chime,meaning the drink is ready. He pours the brownish liquid into his Cup and adds a bit of cream,stirrs it and goes to drink a sip.

He takes in the silence of the place around him, theres barely the noises of nature with chirping birds,rustling of treetops And blushes. Its..peacefull, and he hasnt lived anything like this in a while.

But his peace is disturbed as he sneezes, a loud noise that mightve startled anyone in the vecinity

"Okay yeah,i need to clean up" He thinks with a scowl, going to check his box with cleaning supplies, which is in a corner.

Setting down the cup,Lucas starts to rummage through, hoping he can find something that Will help with dust whilist he drinks his coffee.

Five minutes go by where he starts to Grab a few supplies and gets thing ready to clean up. And just when he was going to get a bucket of water for cleaning,he heard a knock on the door.

--Mr.Cole!--Comes the muffled voice of Sally Witherspoon.--Sorry for the early morning intrusion but theres something you need to know

Lucas sighs,a little annoyed but sets down the bucket and walks to the main door. He checks the peephole and sees that effectively,Miss Witherspoon was there,something under her arm.

He opens the door and smiles politely--Morning,Miss.

--Morning,Mr.Cole-- Sally smiles with politeness. Her Jheri curls falling across her forehead, her dark grey eyes a little tired but kind-- Sorry for the intrusion.

Shaking his head,he answered-- dont worry.What do you need?

-- As part of your ranger duties you'll have to take up the post of firewatch-- she explained,taking from under her arm a file and handing it over to him-- Heres the information you need. Our current firewatch,Mr.Kingsman,Will show you the ropes

--Oh uhm...--He hesitates,not Keen on spending so much time with a stranger--How Many hours exactly?

Sally thinks for a moment,wavering numbers in her brain--About eight hours per day I believe.

His lips purse but he nodds--Okay,good. Uh,i was just cleaning up. So...

The woman nodded--I understand,Have a good day Mr.Cole

--You too,miss--He nodds at her and goes back in,closing the door behind him and walks into his livingroom--fuck me,just what I need.

Just when he thinks hes going to make progress on his hunt for Rainbow, something throws a wrench in his plans. But he couldnt say no,it was his responsability and he might get the boot if he doesnt.

So,he throws the file on the table and goes to clean. Hopefully it helps with clearing his head.

-♡-

In the file theres standard stuff,protocol, uniform, and a list of things that he had to do as a firewatch. Plus the date of when his training would begin , that being Next week.

At least he could take his time to make peace with the fact that hes going to be socializing and stalling his Real motive as to why hes here.

But now his house is clean, and by now midday has settled, so he better make some lunch for himself and get ready for some more work during the afternoon.

Its odd how domestic life has felt since he moved to Milton-Haven, a proper routine, a solid place to rest. It feels both so unnatural and yet so good to have a place to call home, after weeks of living in his van well...everything becomes a good upgrade.

He sits on the couch,lunch long since eaten. Its a nice warm day, summer is both a blessing and pain sometimes, but the constant sunlight and green leaves are a nice sight- Especially to someone like Lucas,who sees the peaceful Beauty in it.

And he also realizes hes getting too attached to this house,to This place. He meant to not do that,this house is has a purpose,and this place just contains something hes looking for.

Lucas hes been trying hard not to get attached to anyone,they can be leverage, and worst of all...

Because doesnt trust himself to not hurt them.

He already has a history of hurting people he cares about.

Whose to say it wont happen again.

Yet speaking of people who he cares for, the loud ringing of his telephone makes him jump from his spot on the couch. A sudden,rash movement where he grips the arm rests and feels like a cat who just got startled.

--Jesus fucking-!--He exclaims,chest drummig with his violent heartbeat. Rapid,ragged breath which barely fills his lungs-- who the hell could it be?!

With anger and a bit of shame at his own reaction, he grabs the phone and answers. --Hello?--He asked,voice a little too harsh.

--And who took a shit on your breakfast?--Comes the voice of Jane Zhao,a good friend of his from the army.

--Goodness gracious, woman!--He chided,voice breaking-- You scared me! I was thinking about stuff!

--Oh thank god I stopped you before you hurt yourself then!

He scowls, feeling like a kid who is getting messed with by an adult. Jane was like his heart aunt, and despite nearing 80,she is his biggest support and bully. A sassy old woman she was.

--What do you want,Jane?--He slump back ln the couch and setting the base of the telephone on his lap. In his voice its clear hes not in the mood for any jokes.

--Oh dont be so sour-- the old woman said with faux concern-- I just want to check in on you

--'m okay,settling in-- he answered, looking out a nearby window,his voice is just a little too heavy.

--Uh-huh-- by the sound of her voice she doesnt believe him-- are you sure theres nothing on your mind?

--The only thing on my damn mind is that you scared me shitless!--He growled,scowl deepening.

Silence. Heavy silence.

Oh shit.

--Jane i-

--Lashing out? Now thats not the Lucas I know--Jane sounds soft, genuienly concerned like the mother she was.

He sighs loudly, holding his nose bridge --Sorry. God,im so sorry. Everythin' has just been...a lot.

--C'mon, whats on your mind kiddo?

God,that stupid nickname still hits him so hard.

Its so tough to hold back his tears,but he manages-- its just- its just...I have to meet the firewatch guy. Hes going to train me and ill spend at least eight hours a day for god knows how much and i...

--Youre scared to get attached?

How does she know him so well?

--Somethin' like that--He answered,trying to act tough and like nothing bothered him

And he swears shes snickering, but he concentrates on the greenery outside his home,past his porch. The grown trees,the green Grass and the blue,blue Sky.

--Well,I understand where you come from--The old woman added,voice softening and cooing-- I understand, especially after...--She clears her throat-- you know everything.

He lets out a grunt,he knows she knows.

But she continues talking-- But take this as a fresh start.

--Im not here for a fresh start

--life doesnt always give you what you want,kiddo-- She answers with a hint of amusement in her voice. He can just picture the small,smug smile on her wrinkled face and the look of playfullness in her old ,warm eyes.--Sometimes it gives you what you need...

--And that is?

--Dont make me say it, lucas--She chided,as if he already knew her answer.

--C'mon,Say it

--Youre not going to like it--Jane answered with a sing-songy voice. Shes playfull but also trying to get her point across.

Lucas is a little tired of mind games,Jane always had a way to get on his nervers--Try me

She lets out a snort,a long snort with genuine amusement. It makes him smile a little--Friends! Friends you stupid crud muffin!

Oh,oh God.

With shame creeping up on him,his head hangs low. His face darkening with blush,well- he got this coming.

--Jane-

--No no,dont "jane" me, young Man!--She chided,voice stern that made him remeber the times his own mom scolded him. It makes his back straighten at the mere memory-- you need Friends,goverment conspiracy or not. You need some Friends and fresh air. Youve got the fresh air covered and now you need-

--Who says I need Friends?--He asked,trying to play stupid. That is until the silence on the other end gives him the answer-- Okay fine,I get it. Point made

--Listen,its okay to feel scared-- The old woman cooed-- And worried,especially with everything that happened to you. But this is something good,dont let it go by

Lucas deinflates,nodding along to the words. Yes he was scared,yes hes worried, but hes acting like a child. He knows this but he doesnt want history to repeat itself,maybe he wouldnt be able to live through that a second time.

--Youre a grown ass Man,Cole. You know that--Jane added.

--I...know--He answered with a sigh--I know but I cant just- just...L-look,What happened to Wh-Wheeeler...I cant go through that again, okay?

--Who says itll be just like last time?--He keeps quiet,unsure of the answer-- its okay to feel fear,but you cant let it define you.

--i knoww-- he sighs and rubbs his eyes-- I know youve got a point

--Itll be fine,kid. I promise.

Lucas knows he can trust her words,shes important to him. She wants the best for him, and shes older so shes ought to know a thing or two. Even in his 50s,Theres still an adult to listen to- or to go for advice.

God,hes really got to catch up with growing up,huh?

--Fine. I guess ya have a Point-- the way he sounds so...deinflated is quite funny to hear. Like a kid admitting their moms right-- Any great nuggets of wisdom? And if you say to just be myself ill actually hang up.

Jane laughs,sounding extremely young in the process--Okay,okay,dont hang up. Just let it flow

--Im hangin' up--he half joked.

--Listen okay! Not much wisdom other than take it easy,just breathe--She added,trying to comfort him-- Im sure itll be fine so long as you dont force anything,hopefully your guide is going to be fun and easy going

--Youre wishing that I get adopted by an introvert?--Lucas joked with a smirk.

--If thats what it takes for you to make Friends? Then sure-- both chuckle at that,and then she continues-- I hope this is good for you.

He smiles,looking down at the floor just a little flusted-- ah,thanks Jane.

--Of course kid- Hey,what have you been up to? Tell this ol' bag of bones. I want to listen to my favorite nephew and his life

The army veteran laughs loudly, shaking his head--Im not even your nephew!

--Psht! Who cares--She giggled-- c'mon talk

--Yes ma'am--he Snickered

And for the rest few hours,they talk and catch up. It feels like a family chat,it warms up his heart and feels...at ease- maybe he just needed someone to talk to.

-♡-

Eventually Next week rolled around, and by monday he goes to the firewatch tower for his first "class", he was so nervous he almost forgot to clip his ranger badge on his belt. Up the stairs he goes,cussing out the ammount of steps up the tall tower-God,he Hates it.

But he does make it up with a little bit of a ragged breath, he knocks on the door and he hears--Who is it?

--Lucas Cole? Im supposed to be trained for.. firewatch?

Under the warm morning sun he all but practically Cooks himself,so he scoots closer to the shade provided by being underneath the overhang of the cabin.

--Oh right! Yes come in--the other Man added-- I was waiting for you

He turns the handle on the door and steps into the cabin, its cold and cool and Lucas cant help but sigh in relief and close the door behind him as he steps in.

Before him,sitting at a desk, he sees a black Man, light brown warm eyes,black hair in locks that are put up in a bun, skin that is a dark taupe brown, wearing a park ranger uniform with a welcoming smile.

And hes visibly younger too,Around early 30s. Which makes Lucas feel stumped.

Oh,God has a sense of humor alright.

--Im Eliott Kingsman,Nice to meet you!--He extends his hand towards the Man,and Lucas goes to meet him with hesitant steps and shake his hand.

His grip is a little weak and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Palms sweaty and a tight lipped smile-- nice to meet you,Mr. Kingsman.

--Eliott Will do-- The other Man answers, voice friendly-- do you mind if I call you Lucas?

The ex soldier shakes his head--Ah no no, i dont mind.

Eliott smiled-- Alright,Lucas. Ready to get started?

--Uh...sure--He sits down with him at the desk and Eliott starts to teach him about firewatch protocol,lingo,and ways to report a Fire.

Lucas is surprised just how military it feels like, things like escape routes for hikers near a possible Fire,how to guide firefighters towards an ongoing Fire.

And also hes suddenly very aware of just how Many Fire hazards there can be, Like fireworks,dry Grass,campfires that havent been stinguished properly...

Its a lot to take in,but he figured he can manage if Eliott gives him a moment. Which he figured he'd do, his instructor has been nothing but the sweetest,most understanding Man. He'd answer any doubts or questions he has,always patient and warm.

--Oh,and You'll need to know how to operate radio equipment--Eliott adds--Do you know how?

Lucas cant help but laugh,a genuine,belly laugh which leaves his fellow Man smiling but just confused-- I sure do,I was a radioman in the war

It seems to click in the other Mans head and he nodds-- Oh,oh right well uh-- Eliott chuckles a little awkard--In retrospect my question seems a little stupid now,doesnt it?

The ex soldier laughs--No,you didnt know. Its alright.

His instructor nodds,still a little flustered--Well,its going to be a long few eight hours,so ill preface by saying this can get boring.

Lucas nodded--I can see how, I'd call it..peacefull.

Eliott chuckled,nodding along--Unless you gotta deal with shithead teens who dont care for rules--He smirks at a memory-- Ive had a few run Ins with unruly teens with firehazards

--Its a small town,im not surprised --The other Man agreed.

--You know,I think the only two teens Ive never had to tell off were the Castro kids

--Lazaro and his sister,right?--the older Man asked,recognizing the last name-- Laz tends to the bar downtown and his sister...--He makes a pause-- I actually dont know much about her

Eliott scoffs out a laugh--Hah,yeah well theyre both good kids. Jerico goes to university, you can usually find her by the lake doing homework. Theyre both good kids

--Id say as much,though I do recall seeing a carving in the old cabin before I fixed it...

--Ah im not surprised,theyre still teens--The firewatch guy added,crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk.--At least their worst offense is vandalism of an old cabin

--Fair enough,could defenetly be worse-- Lucas agreed,nodding along-- They do seem...quieter

--something like it--His companion answered,looking out of the Giant Window before him-- Chatterboxes the both of them,but only with the people they like.

--You sound like youve spent quite a bit of time around 'em --The old soldier puts his leg over his own knees and fiddles with his dogtags.

--Kind of? Jers more of a regular than lazaro. Laz is always working at the bar or studying,his sister comes around here quite a lot. So ive had the chance to talk to her a lot more. I'd say the kids are alright

Lucas nodds, unsure on what else to say about the subject. He turns to look to the blue horizon too, wondering if he'll ever see any smoke in these days of however long his training Will be.

So far,his company has proven to be nice.

--Can- can i uh...ask what made you ta-take this j-job?--There he goes again,that nervous stutter of his.

--Ah Well,my mom always made sure me and my sisters knew Fire safety. My old Man was an actual firewatch,and I have a lot of good memories in this cabin. So here i am,though I do have a degree in wildlife biology

Surprised,Lucas blinks a few times and turns to look at the Man beside him--And youre working here?

Eliott shrugged,a little sheepish--Heres where my soul feels at home. So here I stay

--I can respect that,I like that--He answered with a smile-- I myself always had a thing for tech,hence why I became a radioman

He sees the eyes of his instructor fill with light and awe. Clearly hes got so Many things to ask, but before he ever opens his mouth he seems to settle down as if he remembered something.

--Gonna be honest,I have a million questions but I know PTSD is a thing so I dont want to Open a wound

Lucas feels his chest warm up at his care,he chuckles a little shy and shakes his head--Ask away,I dont mind.

--Just...tell me if I ask something really personal,please?--Eliott sounds so genuienly worried,its endearing.

--I Will,dont worry man--He answered with a warm smile-- c'mon,shoot

--Was...was that a joke?

A snort leaves the old soldier and he shakes his head. His companion sounds so desilusioned and exhasperated--Hah,no. But It could be

--I...--The younger Man hesitates,before shaking his head and shrugging it off--Okay so...how long was your service?

--Around fourteen months...

--Woah,thats uh...a really short service--eliott answered-- no uhm...no offense. Can I ask what happened?

Lucas purses his lips,looking away at the floor. Which prompts his companion to ask--Do you have any buddies back in the day?

Hes met with more silence and the other Mans face of deep discomfort--Oh god,just forget about it,lets change the subject,im so Sor--

The old soldier shakes his heads,stopping him by raising a hand--No-no its alright,dont sweat it. I had my buddies,yeah.

--Oh,thats good--Eliott smiled awkwardly--Do you uh..want to talk about that?

--I uh- not now. --Lucas answered, sounding sheepish--I can say it was uh- f-fun. My- my captain wa-Was very fun to be around..

The younger Man knows better than to ask why he used past tense,so he doesnt. Instead he turns to ask about his love for radio equipment,which makes the older Man light up like a kid in christmas and absolutely infodump about radios and how they work.

Quite endearing to hear and see,so he lets him talk until the end of their shift.

-♡-

Their first few days of his training is quite boring and bleak, mostly conversation and getting to know Eliott. All about his family,his two sister and his retired parents.

Lucas' favorite bit is that all of the mugs the cabin were made by Melanie, one of Eliotts sisters,and that they were a regular gift. They were comfortable to hold,and quite colorful.

And the ex soldier wonders if Eliott can ask his sister to make one for him.

Right now they sit at the cabin,the sun setting over the horizon. The Sky is purple,pinks and oranges that Mingle with beautiful swirls and whisps of clouds that seem to glow with the last few Rays of sunlight.

What a beautiful sight, with the treetops darkening as night takes its place in the Sky. Starts start to appear and they twinkle with ancient,ancient,glee

--Hey,do you see that?--Lucas asks setting down the cup with coffee. He looks out of the Window to a soft plume of smoke,slowly rising from a few miles into the forest.

--Oh fuck me--Eliott muttered,also leaving his cup on the desk and standing up--C'mon,its your first campfire busting

The veteran chuckles--You sound so annoyed!

Quickly,the firewatch grabs two torches and a set of radios--Because I am, im quite sure its one of our usual suspects. I dont know why they still try..

--Kids,Man. Theyre not that bright--Lucas takes the second pair of torch and hand held radio that his instructor is holding.

After that,they march to the source of the smoke, walking through the forest and being serenaded by the cacophony of night insects And their path being lit up by fireflies.

It reminds him of his hunting trips back home, better times he guessed.

--Who are our usual suspects?--He asked to a very annoyed Eliott who walks with authority. He was easily around 5'8, built on the bigger side and he could be quite scary if hes annoyed, the soldier almost feels bad for the kids theyre about to kick out.

He does not want to be on the receiving end of that Mans anger.

--If our luck is as shitty as I think it is,itll be the two shitheads Ethan and Reid. Theyre just stupid preetens who think they know everything

--Have you considered they come by just to piss you off?

--Oh,plenty of times.--The firewatch guy said,voice unamused and discontent-- but its still my job to kick them out

--Fair enough

Eliott turns to his apprentice and squints at him--Youre finding this very amusing and I dont like it

Lucas snorted,trying to play dumb--'M not! I just- youre gettin' so worked up over these preteens!

--Because theyre being walking firehazards!--The other Man exclaimed, turning his flashlight to a twinkling wrapper-- oh just what I needed,theyre littering..-- He picks up the wrapper and hands it over to lucas--Here,be useful.

--Hey!--The soldier exlciamed, a little insulted-- 'M not a walking trash can!

Eliott stops and stops his friend from walking by putting his arm infront of him. Before the firewatch in training can ask whats up,both Hear rustling to their right side, two sets of quiet footsteps and muttered conversation that was too low to hear properly.

--I swear if its those two shitheads...--The firewatch Man grumbled,gripping his flashlight just a little tighter.

The rustling continues to grow louder, the conversation starts to make a little more sense with phrases like "couldve been a bigger fire" and "if anyone sees us around here this late we're in deep shit"

--Okay you two! Out of the bushes now!--Eliott yelled, pointing the light to the source of the noise.

Before them stand a pair of siblings that look quite alike,both with brown hair, heart shaped face and green eyes,both look around 19/20. One is a relatively tall woman, 5'6, gold underdye and a single earring in the shape of a black circle,she wears punk clothes with patches,chains and pins all over them.

The other figure is male,greyish emerald eyes with a cobalt blue color on the underside of his hair. Covered in piercings and tattoos,hes built like a brick shithouse and easily reaches 6'1. He wears all black clothes with a few chains and a choker around his throat,he looks fresh out of an emo convention.

--Why the animosity,Eliott?--Asked the male figure, crossing his arms over his chest.

--Yeah,who took a shit on your breakfast?--Asked the woman.-- Also youre leaving us blind, do you mind?

Eliott sighs with relief and lowers the torchlight-- Sorry,sorry,I thought you were Ethan and Reid.

--Well thats an insult--The woman said with a smirk-- ouch

--As I said,sorry. You know those two get on my nerves...

Lucas stands there confused, littered wrapper still in his hand. The male figure...hes seen him before, Back at the bar downtown. But he doesnt recognize the woman with him, but its clearly his sister,they look too much alike not to be related.

--Uh,Eliott?--Asks the old soldier--Who are they?

--Right! Right...--His companion sounds so genuienly tired and just done with the whole thing-- these are the Castros, Lazaro and Jerico. Kids,this is Lucas,the New ranger

--Evening-- both siblings say, polite smiles om their faces

--Uh,evening--he replied,a little creeped out by The Shinning twins vibe theyre giving off.

--What are you two even doing here anyway?-- Eliott quickly steered the conversation towards the matter at hand.

Both see the siblings look at the floor,a bitter gaze and tight lips filled with grief,sadness and utter rage. But its Jerico who gives them the answer with such disdain in her voice--Our Biological parents called...

And not a second afterwards Lazaro continued-- it was a goddamn shitshow. We needed fresh air

--God,now I feel more like an asshole for yelling at you two-- The firewatch said, apologetic and a soft look of pity in his eyes.

Its...its a deep pity,a sadness and a grief for someone else. Lucas wonders what would make his trainer look so...sad, and the siblings looks and stances just seem bathed in anguish, theyre hunched and hold their body close. Jerico hangs her head low,tucked between her shoulders and Lazaro finds his gaze returning to the Grass.

--Not your fault--Lazaro adds, standing just a little closer to his sister--Anyway, we just saw Reid and Ethan being stupid and scared them off. We were just on our way to report the Fire so yall could take care of it

Eliott nodded--Thank you, I wouldve punted them into the sun.

Jerico snorts,suddenly a spark of joy in her eyes before they return to that sadness--Not that we wouldve blamed you

--You guys can stay around for as long as you need, you know where to find me if you happen to need something

--Thanks, we'll be going Now I think-- the woman says, turning to her brother-- Vamo'? (Shall we?)

Lazaro nodded--Da' vamo' (yeah,lets go)

Both bid their goodbyes to the pair of men and quickly leave,getting lost between the trees and bushes. Which prompts both older men to Keep their route towards the Fire.

Something about the interaction doesnt sit well with Lucas, no 19/20 Year old have any bussiness looking that sad and upset.

--were they okay?--Lucas askes-- the siblings I mean

He sees Eliott deinflate--No,not really--He answered,stepping over a Fallen log.

--You seem to know something that I dont-

The firewatch sighs, there was something in the exhale that let him know it was a heavy subject--So Laz and Jer are adopted,rescued by Raymond and Eryz castro, their previous family were pieces of shit. They still have to Keep contact because of the law, until theyre 21. When the biological parents call up its always a goddamn mess, I promise you those two are totally different when they feel good

--Ive met Lazaro at the bar--Lucas said,following his trainer as the scent of smoke started to fill the air--He seemed so full of life, its weird seeing him like that. And from what hes told me about his sister shes just as cheery as he is...

--They are--Eliott agreed, tone shifting to anger--But their biological family always brings out the worst, I swear if you knew how much of a shit their original parents are...--He sighs, looking at the campfire now merely three feet away from them-- but its not my place to talk about it, its their trauma, not mine.

Lucas understands,its out of respect-- I feel bad for them, its a really nice night and they should be enjoying it by having fun, not feeling miserable

--Yeah,agreed. --The other Man answered, his eyes settle on the flames and sees just how shitty the placement of the logs for the campfire Is. Its a miracle that the nearby Grass didnt catch on fire-- Ill have to check in on them tomorrow, hopefully the walk helps them clear their mind. Cmon,lets put this shit out

They put dirt on it and Eliott throws some water from his canteen once the Fire is merely smoldering ash. But for good measure they bury it under more soil.

Afterwards they return to the firewatch tower, Where Lucas Clocks out and bids Eliott goodbye.

Lucas could relate to the siblings,he didnt have the best relationshipp with his parents either. Especially his mom, but he felt bad for the two kids,they didnt deserve any of this and the sadness in their eyes was heartbreaking.

He also thinks about Eliott,he really liked how much of a big heart he had. He was easygoing and quite nice to be around, and he handled the situation with the siblings quite well- aside from accidentally shouting at them.

Soon hes at home and drags himself to his bed,where he lays down,barely taking off his work clothes. And deep within him hes excited for his Next work day at firewatch, he should ask eliott if he checked in on the siblings- he also wants to make sure theyre okay.

Man,Eliott May be growing on him.

And that scares him to the death.

-♡-

A few days go by with more training and more hours of just talking. He feels like hes back at kindergarten, making his first ever friend- and he would like to say that he does not like that at all...

But he would be lying. God,he misses having Friends so bad. Just having someone to talk to,spend time with someone who is easy to talk to and you dont have to worry about alterior Motives.

Lucas now listens to his instructor talk about his Shenanigans in the forest. Something about how Melanie got stuck in a bush and Eliott went to rescue her.

--Her clothes Got tangled in the brush,I...i think the branches were pretty gnarled-- Eliott explains, braiding some waxed threads,all of them green in coloration in an arrow shaped pattern--And when I went to untangle her and I stumbled on a rock and cut my knee on it.

The ex soldier hisses--Jesus,fucking ouch.

--Yeah well...--He chuckled-- I wouldve done it again, I managed to get Melanie out and I ended up getting a few stitches. It broke my heart to see my little sister cry because her big brother was hurt

--That is adorable-- The Florida Man replied with a warm smile--You three sound really close. Thats super nice

Eliott nodded, tying off the wax bracelet now that it was done--Yeah, its nice. We really liked doing eachothers hair the most,We still do- But we usually do it here since I cant leave my post,not until midnight when im relieved.

--Youre the only firewatch guy?

--Until you came along? Not really,I mean theres one more guy that takes the actual nightshift-- He replied,looking at the bracelet hes spent the last three hours making.--Oh! By the way,here. Its for you

Lucas is totally floored as his hands struggle to hold the bracelet, he is silent for a few seconds with wide eyes- He tries to stutter out a response--Oh-Uhm...I..

--If-if you dont like it...

He shook his head-- no,i Love it- I dont get Many gifts...--He smiled and traced the pattern with his thumb.

--Thats sad...--Eliott admitted,gaining a slight flinch from his companion-- Okay well, since youre Severly starved from friendshipp...

Gently,the firewatch Man ties the bracelet around his apprentice's wrist. Then,he stands up and goes to Grab something.

Lucas follows him with his gaze to a box with a few hairbrushes,hair decorations like rings and beads and a few oil and haircare products

--Actually,Whens the last time someone did your hair?--Eliott asked,hauling up the box with ease. He was built strong,evidently.

--...A while...--The soldier answered,a little flustered and with a string of a voice-- You dont have to-

--C'mon dude,look 'round you-- He gestures at the big Windows all around-- what else is there to do? I mean if you dont want to, I wont...

With a sigh, the older Man undos his hairbun,letting his curly hair fall well past his face and shoulders and contrast nicely against his light brown skin.

--Nuthin' too complicated,or flashy--He answered, slouching a little in defeat and a tiny bit of embarassment.

--Yessir-- Eliot answered with a boyish grin, taking out his supplies-- side Braids it is!

The moment the younger Mans hands meet his scalp,Lucas tries his best not to melt. God,he was touchstarved wasnt he?

Whens the last time hes got a proper contact with someone, one that didnt feel threatening or malicious. He melts eventually of course,His friend is quite carefull with each twist and turn of his hair, and by the end his sidebraids look beautiful.

Its been a really good while since he had anything done to his hair- His dad would braid it for him when he was a kid,but that was about it. He understood the appeal but with everything he went through he rarely had the strength or energy for it.

For the past few months,hes been fueled by spite alone. Thats the only reason he got so far...

But as he looks at himself in the firewatch cabin's bathroom mirror..

He smiles,tracing over them and the little few beads of green that Eliott had added. A sense of nostalgia washes over him, isnt it so nice when someone helps you take care of yourself?

--theyre beautiful, thanks man--Lucas says,leaning on the entrance to the cabin bathroom.

--Im glad you like em--Eliott answered with a smile-- now excuse me, but I need to use the bathroom

With a spark of mischief,The soldier doesnt move. Instead he copies the other Mans movements, If eliott moves to the right,he moves to the right, and if he tried to go left he'd go right with him.

--C'mon you big dumbass--The younger Man protested,the entrance being blocked by the tall and skinny Man before him.

--I dont know what youre talking about...

This goes on for a few more seconds before Eliott grabs his shoulders and pulls him to the side. It catches him by surprise and just how easily he is moved away by a guy that was 9 inches smaller than him.

--You shithead--Eliott said with a grin,closing the door behind him as he entered the bathroom-- Nex time im throwing you off the tower!

Lucas cant help but cackle at the threat thats muffled by the door now closed. He nodds along and says--We'll see about that!

Eliott smirks to himself,Rolling his eyes with fondness.

Hes just glad Lucas is slowly opening up to him.

-♡-

As that nights shift ends,both men go down the stairs to the park proper. Its around nine, and Lucas is starving hungry and just as hes about to leave for his house,he hears his companion go.

--Hey Lucas! Want to Grab dinner at Dyonysus'

Turning to meet Eliotts gaze,he asks--Huh?

--Yknow,the bar downtown--the other Man says with a grin-- They make good food,and Laz is there. Which means we get a discount

The old soldier snorts--That cant be approved by the bar...

--Its not but its not like the kid cares--Eliott shrugged,twirling his car keys on his pointer finger-- C'mon,itll be fun.

Lucas sighs,scratching the back of his neck, the night just started,and he doesnt really feel like working his ass off after such a long day.

Boredom can be tiring and he doesnt want his brain to become mush while the cicadas And grasshoppers sing away under the cloudless night.

--Ah well, fine. Whats the worse that could happen?

--Eyy thats my man--Eliott patts the Mans shoulder with fondness,then he looks at his wrist watch-- meet you there in an hour?

--Sounds good

He watches the younger Man leave with a big grin in his face,its a little contagious and he soon finds himself smiling as well.

Perhaps he can allow himself a little fun.

-♡-

Eliott stepped into his home with a sigh, flipping his keys into the keyhole And turning. God,hes exhausted.

--Evening,Mr.Kingsman--Says one of his neighborgs,walking down the Hall.

--Oh! Mr.Wales,good evening--He turns to see a middle aged Man,brownish salt and pepper hair,beard, Brown eyes hid behind round glasses,he wears a dress shirt and pants, a vest a tie and dress shoes. --Youre closing up shop just now?

--Well uhm..long day-- Mr.Wales replies,a little sheepish--I had to stay behind to catch up on paperwork

Pursing his lips,The younger Man answers-- I wish you luck, your wife is not going to like it

Mr.wales chuckled--Yeah, I can just hear her scolding me for it

--Hah! Yeah. Man,Its a shame though- Me and my buddy are going to Grab dinner at downtown D's . I was going to ask if you wanted to come with

--Perhaps another time,Eliott. That does sound lovely,have fun--the older Man smiled politely and starts walking back to his home.

--Thank you,have a goodnight desmond--Eliott answered and stepped into his home to shower and get decent.

As he walks to his bathroom,he doesnt pay much attention to his house- Though he does know he needs to clean a bit more, theres a bit of dust literally everywhere, above his record shelf and record player,on the TV and coffee table...even his couch!

Its clear he isnt around often, he doesnt remember the last time he sat down and watched a movie by himself,or cooked a proper meal in his cozy kitchen.

He barely has his plants alive just because his sisters come by to water them.

--Aaaalright, lets get this over with-- He turns on the light to his bathroom, its more funcional than pretty but its not an eyesore. Just your average restroom with white tiles, shower courtains and a few haircare products.

He turns on the shower and humms under his breath,pulling off his hair bun and letting his locs fall across his shoulders. His scalp hurts a little too much and he knows he needs to start letting his hair rest- judgement be damned.

But he didnt want to risk losing his job because some white woman got freaked out by his locks. And even if Sally has his back....

Its just hair, its just a hairstyle,why the need to freak out? It doesnt make him any less good at his job,it doesnt impact his capabilities...

Why would he have to white wash himself to appease a few...?

The first few whisps of vapor from the hot water snaps him back to the Real world,His eyes settle on the hair care products he has and rolls back his shoulder. He better hurry up

Off he takes his uniform shirt and sets it aside, his eyes catching sight of his reflection in the mirror and the two curving scars undernath his pectorals.

And he feels...joy hidden behind all the worries. Its a reminder,its his body, and its his hair- he should do as he pleased with it.

Speaking of- he better get to washing himself.

-♡-

After his shower,he goes to change,he still has a few minutes before he has to leave for the bar. He hopes he can get there in time,hes not the best at time management.

He puts on a white tee with the logo of "Pablo Honey" Radiohead's album released in '93, wearing some light blue jeans,black Converse and a two necklaces: one is a bead necklace of brown and with daisy decorations,and the other one is a vynil record with an ovloid gem hanging from it.

That should be light enough so he doesnt Cook himself alive.

And so off he goes to the bar in his old green pickup truck.

-♡-

Lucas got home twenty minutes after leaving the tower, he goes to shower and when hes out he goes to change.

Hes trying hard not to overthink it, its just grabbing dinner with the guy- and its not like he can back out now, it would make him look like an asshole.

But he still worries somebody Will see him with Eliott, he doesnt want to drag the poor,sweet guy into his mess- and he doesnt want to lose anyone ever again,not by anybody's hand and specially not by his.

And Jane was right,he needs some Friends. Yet its been so long since he befriended anybody,and much more less on purpose,most he got was some nice words from the passerbys he met on his trip to Milton-Haven.

Hes sure Jane would have something to say if she knew what was going on- Probably followed by a smartass remark.

Outside the night is still calm,singing insects and clear skies with dry,hot wind. He wonders if Janes suffering the heat as much as he is,and he hopes shes alright.

God,he could just call her.

Was she even awake at this hour?

Lucas picks up the phone and dials Janes number, and just as the first beep can be heard,she picks up-Well,that was fast...

--Hey,its you--Jane said with a smirk-- Good evening, whats up?

--Nuthin' just...got worried--He answered,sitting on the couch--Im going out and I just wanted to see how you've been,especially with the heat.

From the phone he can hear a soft cooing and a sweet giggle of endearment--Worried for me? Youre just the sweetest,Lucas. Im alright,ive learnt to deal with the heat- so dont worry about little ol' me

A chuckle leaves him--Fair 'nough

--But im interested in that "goin' out" bussiness...How About you tell Auntie Jane about that?

He snorts and shakes his head,nosy thing she is--My instructor invited me to Grab dinner,Hes a cool fella...

--It sounds like youve made Friends with the guy!

--Oh my GOD dontcha start

--Thats sooo sweet! Youve made a friend!

--Okay NOW youre sounding condescending!--Lucas complained,a little flustered--Jesus,Jane.

Jane laughs loudly,the sound warming up his heart and making him feel...at ease. She was one of the few he considered family,and its...nice to have someone to reach out to.

As the laughter dies down,he can feel the air shift in the conversation. As if his heart aunt knew something was off with him.

Old people or grandma intuition, he guessed.

--Whats up,Lucas?

He sighs quite loudly,hes just a little annoyed she can read him so well--I think.. I think im just gettin' in my head over It. I dont want to drag him into any of my wild shit

--A valid fear--She agreed,voice soft and thoroughly maternal with that blanket like warmth in her voice-- but Lucas,you Also need to stop thinking theyre out to get you twenty four seven.

Lucas nodds--Yeah well,easier said than done

--Fair enough-- she answered-- But if they wanted to do something to the poor guy,they wouldve already

The Man lets out a long,deinflating sigh--I....I guess ya have a point there.

--Just go,have fun--Jane concluded-- and if anyone tries anything, cave their teeth in

He snorts quite loudly-- Ah Yes, Auntie Janes good, reliable advice.

--Im here to help--the old woman snickered-- Cmon,go have fun and tell me everything tomorrow.

--Fine,I Will. Night,Jane.

--Night,kiddo.

-♡-

He drove to downtown Milton-Haven,to the bar that looks both rustic and ripe with the architecture of the 90s. "Dyonysus Bar" read the grand neon sign of blue letters decorated with red spider lillies that shone in the warm night.

Theres music spilling past the closed Doors,he fixes the collar of his green plaid button up and steps in to be greeted with the deathly chill of the place- A nice change from the heat of the outside door.

Within the bar its crowded, people from early twenties to late seventies just enjoying food and drinks and talking over the soft jazz music in the air.

Looking around,he searches for Eliott who should be around somewhere. And he finds him sitting at the bar and talking to the barkeep,Lazaro.

--Ah!,There y'are--Eliott grinned with boyish glee,wavingh him over--Lookin' Snazzy!

The older Man snorts,feeling sheepish. Hes just wearing a green,plaid button up,black jeans and dress shoes--i dont tend to dress up-- he shook his friend's hand and sat beside Him.

--Well you should do it more often,lucas--Lazaro Chimed in, a smile on his face--What is it going to be,Gentlemen? --Both men hesitate, looking at eachother--Right,hol' on

From underneath the counter he grabs two sets of menus And hands them over.

--Well then,ill go tend to the other costumers. Call me over once you decide--Lazaro added before he left to tend the other people.

--You promise the food here is good?--Lucas half joked,looking at the menu.

Eliott snorts--Trust me,city boy. Its good--He Gently nudged him in a teasing manner--Look,if laz's sister likes the food here,then its good.

--Shes a picky eater?

The younger Man nodded--She is

--Its funny how his sister always comes into every story you tell me about 'em--Lucas said with a smirk.

With a snort,his companion answers--Siblings,you cant get one without the other. I'd know

A short pause is had between their conversation as the older Man considers his Next words.

Point of no return it is

--Wh-What uhm...Whats your family li-Like? -- the veteran asked,a little sheepish.

He sees his friend grin with such joy,he struck a nerve- in the good kind of way. And so,he listens

--Oh my family is wonderfull!--He cheered-- My mom and dad always encouraged us to be ourselves! Ever since I was a kid,they didnt care for what others thought of them, their prioroty has always been that their kids are happy

Lucas feels his chest warm up--That sounds very nice,All parents should make their kids the prioroty.

--Yeah! Even started reffering to me by he and him back when I was just a kid--Eliott answered-- I mean,i know im lucky. Not all parents have the best reaction to their kid being trans

And a sudden pause, like hes said a little too much.

The veteran blinks for a few moments of stupor,but he nodds. Eliott smiles sheepishly,if not a little too anxious. --Right,thing about me- he tried to continue,but his friend interrupts him,sincerity deep un his voice.

--No,no dont worry. I understand,I Wont judge.

--Right...uh--The younger Man hesitated,starting to giggle nervously-- uhm...yes. That,so- so you know, my family's pretty rad.

--Sorry I didnt mean to make you unconfortable--Lucas answered,a shy tone--Its your life, you do what you want. I support you

Eliott lets out a quite loud sigh, he giggles as a nervous reaction and he turns his eyes to the menu, but its clear hes not reading-- Ah thanks. So yeah,cool family

--Im glad, that nice-- the older Man added--How about your sisters uhm..whats life like as a brother,im an only Child

His companion seems happy to change the subject-- They were the best companions I could have. Other people dont get along with their siblings,but I do. I love them with all my heart, we're partners in crime ever since we were kids --He thumbs the bead necklace around his neck--Gina made these, one for the three of us. Shes the youngest and the best at these kinds of things

The veteran smiles,looking at the necklace. Its clearly old but well taken care of--Its gorgeous,its nice you have this little trinket.

--Yeah,i take care of it like gold--Eliott chuckled.

Both then see Lazaro approach,polishing a glass. He looks friendly but with a sense of urgency in his step, and when hes close to the both of them he says.

--Guys hi,sorry to interrupt the chat but please order something before I get in trouble--Theres an anxious, if not a little worried smile on his lips.

Which reminds the men that they ought to order something. They skimm through the menu and quickly order,Apologizing to the bartender that quickly regains his usual jovial energy.

And though both laugh it off and feel really bad for stressing out poor sweet lazaro,they cant help but find the situation hilarious and soon return to yapping

Conversation wavers in the realm of domesticity and pop culture, Eliott is a big fan of Slasher flicks, and Lucas is damn clueless about it but he listens intently- Its nice to just feel like pals chatting.

Feels comfortable,just to sit and get to know a person. One on one,no distraction and it reminds him of the chats under the moonlight he'd have with Alphonso and his war buddies.

Hell, Alphonso was the one to give him his first beer.

Nostalgia,thats what he feels as the memory of it lowers down his spine to his heart where it Nestles with heavy,blue joy. The softnening of his eyes clues Eliott in that his friend remembers something, and now that there was alcohol in his system and he felt quite at ease... well he opens up

Lucas talks about his time in the army,the dumb bits and the nostalgic bits. There is such a boyish youth in his eyes as he talks.

Its been proven that a person gets stuck mentally to the age you lived your trauma...

And the once old veteran now sounds so young ,big grin on his face and such a sparkle in his tired old eyes. In the body of a Man theres just a boy,talking to his friend about his life experiences

Eliott looks so delighted to see the rush of joy in the other Mans eyes, and he decides to sit and listen. Even food does nothing to stop the soldier from yapping away like a radio,he eats and talks and god isnt it endearing? The room seems lighter and brighter just by his happiness alone.

But the old soldier is sober enough to Keep the Darker dealings to himself. But the content smile doesnt leave his face and does wonders to hide his intent of obscuring the bitter moments.

And when their night comes to a close,both sober now and well into the wee hours of the morning. They bid eachother goodbye,and Lucas leaves feeling like he has finally made a good friend.

-♡-

After their little Bar hangout at "Downtown Ds", as the locals called It, Lucas found his fondness for Eliott growing-Its something he knew was missing,but didnt admit it.

Humans were social creatures,he knew that well- So its no surprise he yearned for such companionship, well its no surprise to everyone except him.

Lucas feels...excited to see him, to spend time with him.

So,he wakes up bright and early to see him,even if he had just a few hours of sleep on him- he just wanted to get there in time. Hes sure that if Jane saw the smile on his face she'd describe it as "Child-like" and "Brighter than the sun".

From his excitement he almost forgets to Grab his badge,the rules said he always had to have it on him. Thank god this song and dance was routine to him at this point.

Its an endearing sight to see him speed through his routine,with his sidebraids still intact and well taken care of because he appreciates them.

The pure joy in his step as he walks down to the firewatch tower. Not even the heat can slow him down or deter his mood, he enjoys the cool breeze that blows past his locks and Gently caresses his face and the sunlight making his brown and green eyes look deep and sparkly.

Old soldier looking like a young child, excited for the day ahead.

Eventually he starts to see the looming structure of the tower,with its weathered wood,the metal steps and a few crate supplies waiting by the foot to the stairs to be hoisted up and into the cabin with its grand Windows that let him and Eliott see the beautiful forest from a birds eye view.

Speaking of Eliott,he finds him a few feet away from the tower talking to a woman,at first he didnt think too much of it, his instructor seemed friendly whilist talking to the woman,Sure the woman had some camping Gear but he didnt worry too much about it.

Until he hears the woman raise her voice,shrill and quite unpleseant.

And quite mean too

--Excuse you! Im within my rights to camp here!. Its a park isnt it not?

--Lady,please this is not a designated camping spot. And youre planning to build a Fire here,and thats a hazard! There are firepits further down the main trail!

The woman,Tiny, covered in both mosquito repellent and sunscreen, seems to scowl quite heavily at the idea of "designated Fire pits"

--Theyre ugly!--She stated in a "matter of fact" way,as if thats justification enough.

--But theyre safe-

--I want to talk to a supervisor, I want to make sure you're part of the actual firewatch!--She shrilled with entitled anger, and thats when Lucas quickly approaches the scene.

--Lady,i am wearing the unifo-

--Who in their right mind would hire someone that looks so...unkempt! When was the last time you even washed your h-

Okay,thats it.

Up until then Eliott hasnt seen his friend angry,but seeing the way his confused face settles into a deep,venomous sneer is enough to spook Him and take a step back ot of caution.

The older Man looks at the camping Gear and then at the woman,who seems to look back quite puzzled as her bright blue eyes lay their gaze on him.

--Eliott,we're allowed to confiscate posible Fire hazards,right?

--Uh,yes.

--Good-- he answered,voice so devoid of that warm friendliness that its almost off putting--Then you get on with that and I go take this woman out of the park

--Wha-?!--The woman chided before he tries to scort her away,all it does though is make the woman scream and yell about it being unfair,that she didnt do anything and drawing attention to herself.

Most of the people around knew that Lucas was a ranger,or well recognized the Man that was the ranger- He didnt talk, but the badge on his belt was enough deterrent to anyone wanting to stop him.

He kicks the woman out and simply stares unmoved as she hurls all sorts of insults at him. Though as shes about to Grab a pebble to throw at him he simply raises his hand.

--Lady,im allowed to defend myself. And I am quite the sharp shooter--He is so non-chalant about the whole deal, such a threatening air laced in his words. -- And one more thing,my Friends hair doesnt make him any less good at his job. So stuff your nose in yer own bussiness from now on.

Needless to say he watches the woman leave without much fuss afterwards.

Eliott meanwhile,takes up the things belonging to the woman whilist mulling over Lucas' reaction. Hes never seen something like that come from him, he was so...calm about the whole deal, unsettlingly so.

Its also incredibly awesome.

--Hey bud!--Eliott chirps as he sees his apprentice return,his face still contorted in disgust.-- Kicked out the racist Lady?

He snorted--Ah,i spooked her right back--He patts the other Man shoulder and adds--Like hell 'm lettin' her talk down to my friend like that

Lucas grabs a few of the boxes with supplies and smiles,still a bit tired but otherwise alright-- 'nyway,lets Get these things up.

The younger Man looks like a deer in headlights, its the first time hes heard his companion call him a "Friend". As far as he could tell,the soldier was a recluse.

It warms up his heart and he nodds along with a shy smile--Ye-Yeah,yeah...Lets get these things up. Fuck that woman

--Amen to that--his friend answers with a grin.

Between the two of them they bring up all the supplies,Eliott grabs two cans of cool beer from the fridge and sits beside the older Man,who looks at the drinks whilist thumbing the wax threat bracelet around his wrist.

--Drinkin' on the job?--Lucas askes with a smirk.

--Well,I wont tell if you dont,friend.

It seems to click for Lucas that he called Eliott his Friend a few times now. His face darkens with blush and nodds--Im not the cops

The younger Man smirks-- we're not the cops.

Grabbing one of the cans,the old soldier pops it Open and his companion does the same. Eliott raises the can and smiles--To friendship

And giving in,Lucas scoffs out a chuckle and answers--To friendship.

#in sound mind #ism #ism lucas #ism desmond #lucas cole #ism lucas cole #desmond wales #ism allen #ism virginia #ism max #in sound mind game #ism fic #oc: eliott kingsman #oc: jane zhao

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voidselfshipp · 28 days ago

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Anything But.

Cw: none.

Summary: How Jacob and I get together// In his first visit to a travelling circus in years,Jacob finds who might just be the love of his life.

A/n: songs "Anything But" By hozier. Same as the title.

The circus had come into town to Crawley. and though not an odd occurence, it was certainly something to check out,The twins couldnt remember the last time they ever been to such a show.

So they go,the tickets not too cheap and not too expensive. Makes sense,for the audience is mostly middle/working class,and costs must be paid for.

When the show begins is easy to get lost in the awe and wonder of the mastery displayed before the audience. The ring leader,a kind old Man, presents each show with mirth and joy. Strong men,clowns,beast tamers and of course...

Acrobats.

--Now ladies and gents, let me present to you our team of amazing acrobats, dancers of the air and by all means Fearless artists. --The ring leader bowed as spotlights showed the various cloths that unfurl from the ceiling with a loud thud that makes the crowd gasp.

Aside from the cloths trapezius and rings are lowered, hanging over a safety net tied from support scaffolding to support scafolding.

--This Will be interesting-- Jacob had said to his sister,leaning in conspiratorilly-- None of these guys can do what we can do.

Evie scoffed at the snide of her kin-- Youre incorregible...dont be Mean-- he shrugged and returned to watching the show.

As the acrobats all line up on the platforms to begin,the ring leader stands infront of the cloth in the center. He smiles to all the wonder filled people,noting the few that looked expectant if not a little judgy. He doesnt miss the pair of twins that look on with that feeling of slight superiority.

--This is our best act,May I be so humble as to say. I present to you our very best acrobat--With the cane he points upwards to a platform,where a young woman stands grabbing a trapezius.

The girl cant be older than nineteen, Brown and gold hair tied back with a blue bandana. Their dress has a sun in the center with all manner of sparkling bedazzlements and frilly bits around. Its form fitting and the colors of blue and yellow make it seem like theyre wearing the sun and Sky across their body.

In that instant Jacob meets the green eyed gaze of the acrobat that politely waves at the crowd with this slight meekness. But when their attention centers on him, its different.

First,the male Frye twin does a little reverence with his hand at them. They answer and return the gesture, adding a wink at the end.

--From the south of america we present to you: Jerico! The sun bringer!-- And when his cane hits the Sandy floor Jerico jumps and does a twirl around the trapezius,which sends them over to the top of the tent.

They Grab one if the ropes and move themselves so they can jump to their nearest fellow acrobat. And in a swift dance of movements,jumps And death defying stunts they land on the cloth hanging in the middle of the tent and stage.

Erupting gasps and screams of surprise fill the room,and the twins know then that the person before them moves like they move,they do what they do.

Before them stands a fellow assassin.

And when they land,beautifully do they hang,Like the cutest porcelain doll. Upside down their hair brushes against their temple and they rotate slowly so the whole of the audience can see the artistry of their technique.

Like that,the show of acrobats and air dancers begin. Sadly,Jacob disregards the other stunt men and women to center on the Sun Bringer. His mouth agape,his face red and his sister laughing under her breath in disbelief and the look on her brother's face. She knows then hes in love.

When the show comes to a close,the ringleader uses his top hat to collect tips and just a little bit more money. Jacob Runs to him and gives him a sizeable ammoung that makes the old Man widen his eyes.

--Ill give you this much if you let me talk to your acrobats--the young Man said, a little desesperation in his voice.

--Ah,go right on ahead,good Sir

Without doubting it, the male twin of the pair runs towards the back of the tent where all the staff went.

-♡-

It didnt take long to find who he was looking for. Asking around and admitedly sneaking around (the strong men were giving him some nasty looks) he found the tent where his dashing crush was resting.

With some wild flowers he had picked along the way he clears his throat and says--Miss Jerico? May i come in?

--Who May you be?--Oh that voice,soft and elegant yet with this presence to it. His heart skips a beat.

--A humble admirer.

Few seconds of silence went by,he hears rustling for a few minutes and then hes given the okay to enter.

Inside the tent theres a hammock,a vanity and a few more things to make it cozier. Off to the corner he sees a suitcase Open,he sees between button up shirts a hidden blade. It both puts him on edge but also calms him,knowing hes with his kind.

--What may your name be?--Jerico's voice snaps him from his thoughts,there they sit on the hammock with a trenchcoat on them to cover their mostly under dressed body. Only their thick thighs remain and their feet seem to have slight marks from their bandages.

--Jacob Frye,at your service. --He bowed,giving them his signature dashing smile.

Their eyes crinkle with amusement. --A Frye,then I must tread carefully-- they smile too and walk closer to him. He notes now the trenchcoat they wear is very similar to those of an assasin.

--You seem to know me,but I barely know you-- he said as they took the flowers and inspected them-- How long have you been with the brotherhood?

--Four years-- they answered,stroking one of the petals-- But how did you know?

--The way you move-- he stepped closer,an Arm trying to wrap itself around their waist-- Never seen such thing. Well,except of course in the way me and my sister move...

Jerico smirked and with a swift shuffle they escape his flirty grip. They twirl and sit on the vanity,setting the flowers off to the side. --Hm,well good point. Those in the know would notice... but why are you here?

--As I said--He loomed over them and their knees pressed against his thighs-- An admirer,youre very talented-- He leans in with his hands on each side of their body,resting againdt the wood of the furniture.

Their face warms up and they lean in too,they can smell his cologne and him their sweet perfume. He looks at the messyness of their brown and gold hair and his eyes soften like hes never seen such Beauty.

--Thank- thank you-- Jeri answered,their hands reaching to fix the collar of his shirt to at least try to occupy themself with something. They wouldnt fall for his tricks so quickly.

--Of course-- Little flirty bastard he is,his hand grabs one of theirs and he kisses their knuckles with a wink-- When are you free?

--Not until late night im afraid-- they answer,he holds their hand and its then they notice hes not here for just a quick romance. He wants more,its clear in the way his fingers trace their calloused hands and his thumb rubs away the soreness of their knuckles.

--I can wait until then. Ill hang around-- He smiled-- Theres some really beautiful places here,especially at night.

--Come find me,then-- they smile.

--Consider it a date--He kissed their knuckles again--Ill leave you alone now.

--Take care,Jacob.

He smiled-- you too,Jerico.

-♡-

Late night fell like a blanket over the Sky,showing in glowing dots the beautiful stars. The moon shone,and by the time everyone had gone to sleep she was witness to the two secret lovers sneaking off.

--Jerico?--Jacob whispered against the tent.

--Done! Coming...-- out the tent they rush,wearing a crevat,a button up in white. Over it they wear a grey vest, a gathered up greyish green skirt and under it grey striped pants and high heeled boots of black with steel toes. Over it they wear their assasins jacket and their hidden blade strapped to their right wrist.

His eyes soften again,he smiles and says-- You look beautiful.

They smile too,and though its well into the night it feels like hes basking in sunlight. --You too.

The Man was wearing the same clothes from earlier. A button up slightly loose,a vest, dress pants and shoes and his trenchcoat. He wasnt wearing his hat though,and seeing his slicked back hair was nice.

--I tried to freshen up but you know how our work is and--His tongue began to get tied in itself and they laugh,the sound warm and endeared. Their hand rests on their bicep and say:

--You clean up nicely,Jacob. -- they reassured-- now, what were those places you wanted to show me?

With a meek smile,he takes the hand on his arm-- right this way,miss.

--By the way..--Jeri added as both Walked away from the circus-- Just call me Jer. Jerico feels too formal.

He nodded-- alright,as you wish. -- he tugged them closer-- its a cute nickname

They smile--Ill have to find one for you,then.

--Feel free,Beautiful.-- He flirted, seeing their cheeks redden.

He treats them to a late dinner,then they go over the rooftops of the city. Its a gorgeous thing,with all the lights of the buildings and the smokestacks pushing up into the Sky.

The world underneath seems so unimportant to them both. They only care to dance around rooftops with arms around the other and hands held together. Jacob lifts Jeri up by the waist and helps them settle on the rooftop hes in,he smiles all flirty and they take his hand and run across the tiles to jump to the Next home.

Whoever heard the steps above didnt seem to care enough to check anyway.

Soon the night flees from them,leaving the lovers no other choice but to simply return to the circus where they first met. Sunrise was coming and brought with it their respective responsabilities. Their novel like date brought to a close.

--Ill be late to todays show because of you-- Jeri teased as both stand infront of their tent.

--Sorry--He smiled,holding their hands.

A few seconds of silence go by and he shuffles closer,is that awkwardness in his steps? Its the first time he falls in love so deeply for someone. Oh,be still his beating heart.

--See you again tonight-- they add,making him grin.

--Even if I make you late again?

They shrug-- youre worth it-- his heart skips a beat. Its the first time hes told the trouble he brings with him is worth being around him-- Good night,Jay

--Jay?-- he smirked.

--Your nickname,you dont like it?

--I do like it, it just reminds me of the bird thats all. I much preffer a rook

--Alright then,Rook it is. -- they lean in-- lean down,please?

He smirked,doing as hes told-- yes,what is it?

Jeri kisses his cheek--Good night,Rook. Take care-- They leave for his tent before he can Grab for them. His hand reaches for them but it ends up being too far away. So hes left with his heart in his throat...

And in the background he can already start to hear the orchestra practicing for today,and the main singer begin to thread his tune...

Come here to me, I wish I was a mayfly on the River Tay

I'd fit all my joys and my pleasures in one perfect day

I wish I was the sunlight, just sitting on the Mississippi

I'd settle for a shopping trolley in the Liffey

As he returns home,he remembers the last few hours. All his joys and pleasures in one perfect night.

In a shot, I'd swap my body for a body of water

Worry the cliff side top as a wave crashing over

I'd lower the world in a flood, or better yet I'd cause a drought

If I was a rip tide, I wouldn't take you out

Like that,night after night they saw eachother. The moon the only witness to the dates on the River,the dinners on rooftops and the dancing on some unkown balcony.

Or the sneakings around within greenhouses, all the flowers he would pick as they walk just for them. Or the way they would break into stores and pick out things for eachother,only to leave it all intact in the morning when the sun came up and their time to go their separate ways came to them.

I don't wanna be anything

But I would do anything just to run away

I don't wanna be anything like this at all

But I would do everything if you'd hear me say

Oh, yeah, hey, yeah, hey

Go look another way

Hey, yeah, hey

Look another way

"Have you ever thought about leaving the circus?" He had asked one night.

"Once or twice,but never had a good reason to leave" they answered.

Silence settled as the band underneath the glass dome they were sitting at played. A ball is a ball even if you watch and listen from the empty rooftop.

"Why did you join in the first place?"

"To run away"

"From what?"

"A house that wasnt a home. A life that I didnt want to live"

Music filled the interin, and just when the cicadas and the crickets of the summer night began to accompany the band, Jacob said what hes been meaning to for months now.

His mouth is dry and his heart is at his throat,his pulse could be felt in his neck and his ears went deaf from its thundering...

"Jer...could I be your reason to stay?"

"Of course"

Look, I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic

I wanna be soft as a single stone in a rainstick

I wanna be the thunder of a hundred thousand hooves moving quick

If I was a stampede, you wouldn't get a kick

They taught him horseback riding. The fields saw the lovers trot at full speed,whoever came in last had some sort of petty thing to do. Once Jacob lost so bad he had to do Jeris laundry for a week.

Evie was happy with the New companion. She found them nice to be around,funny, a good listener and kind. They helped around the house and she did wonder how did they put up with her brother....

I wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me

I wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees

I hear he touches your hand, and then you fly away together

If I had his job, you would live forever

Ontop of the Frye estate the Sky looked beautiful, stars glimmering and the moon bearing witness to countless lovers across the world. With the cool breeze Jacob had found an excuse to sit close and zip Jeri up on his jacket.

To have them this close was a blessing,and feeling just a little humorous he Gently squeezes them in his embrace.

Its a little cold,but hes so warm.

And so comfy.

--If I were god...--He began,great start already-- you would live forever

Laughter fills the night.

--Only if I get to be with you

His gloved hand cupped their face and he leaned in. He smiles with that softness,that look in his eyes that show that despite his Casanova ways,hes in deep love. -- Thats out of the question,love.

--Good-- they lean in,and he grows shy.

--May I? -- he asked like he wasnt sure of the answer.

--Of course,little rook.

His lips meet theirs and its all he cares to feel for hours on end. Once again the night fleets away from the lovers but when sunrise comes neither part. They only move to sleep on the nearest bed together, as the rooks outside guarded the sun as it moved across the Sky.

#jacob #syndicate s/i #ac s/i

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horrorstreet · 3 years ago

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Jason Voorhees x reader

Short imagine

Testing out Jason's strength ;)

Warnings: Suggestive Themes

A/n: enjoy ~

You had been up since 5 am with Jason, wanting to get an early start on the day. It was a work day and you could already tell from the muggy air that it was going to be an exceptionally hot day.

Now it was around noon and the heat had only gotton worse, the both of you just about roasting as if you'd been thrown in an oven despite being covered by the shade of the woodsheds roof. Jason had a large axe in hand, swinging the metal blade down with a strong force to chop the wood logs you placed infront of him in half. But, as time went on, you realised that the small crackling you heard wasnt from the wooden logs your boyfriend had been chopping .. no. It was from the splitting wooden handle of the axe Jason had such a tight grip on.

"Baby, isnt that a new axe?" You paused the system of wood cutting you both had and your voice filled his ears beautifully making his heart flutter in his undead chest a little. The man nodded his head with a blank, confused stare before you pointed at the axe in his hands. He opened his fists up to see the axe had been one swing away from snapping in half completely, his head whipping up to look at you, amusement dancing around in his chocolate colored eyes. Laughter rang out into the air, the sound making Jason smile, his mask subtly raising as the apples of his cheeks went round.

"Alright, my love," You began, picking up a smaller log. "Put the axe down real quick and take this." You presented the wood to your partner. "Both hands like this." You explained, both hands on each end of the log. Your boyfriend did as asked, head tilted to the side. "I just want test to see if you can break it in half." You giggled, eyes glimmering in a playful stare. Jason shook his head and the veins from his arms popped furiously as he snapped the log in half effortlessly.

"Oh my god ! Does it hurt your hands?" You walked forward to stand infront of him, taking one of his large hands in your own smaller ones. The man shook his head and refused to pull his hand away until you let go first. He liked the touch. You let him go and handed him another, bigger, log this time and continued the cycle of wood splitting once again. He broke every piece in half like it was a simple twig till you were down to the last 2 logs.

The man had started sweating awhile ago but it wasnt till now did you really pay attention to how he looked. How he would clench his jaw everytime he split a new piece of wood, his jawline sharpening. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of his head, his arms dewy with sweat as well giving his skin a strangely attractive glow. Jason's muscles bulged through the white t-shirt you dressed him in, chest well defined by the tight fit around his body and you could see the outline of those well developed abs from the sweat buildup sketching the outline of the muscles. Finally, his hands. The veins traveled clearly up his arms and his calloused palms looked so rough but treated you with such gentle care. And now you were really starting to sweat...

"Yeah, that's the rest of it. Good job, honey." You praised him for his hardwork while handing him a towel to dry the sweat off with. Your recent train of though had you squirming in need for the man before you and you couldnt find any ounce of patience left in your body.

"Come on, let's go in side, huh? Iv got another idea of what you can do with your hands." You fluttered your eyelashes at him and offered a sly smile that he easily caught onto, quickly following behind you and watching as your hips swayed side to side seductively on the way back to the house.

The days activities werent over just yet ... you two still had some work to do...

#jason voorhees x reader #slasher x reader #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #slasher blog #horrorstreet #slasher

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marvelita85 · 2 years ago

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As your uncle has said the day before you chosed to sneak away from your brothers that morning wearing your riding gear and walked into the training yard as you walked down the stairs you saw your uncle with sir Criston endulged in a fight you smirked walking surrunding them grabbing one of the training swords and you turned coaxing to your uncles making him stop stuned by you

- Uncle... you seem distracted... I recalled yesterday you say you were going to be here today...

- you are skilled with the blade y/n?

- do you want to find out? - Aemond smiled a real one and you decided it was the most beautiful one you've ever seen, Sir Criston couldnt believe what he was seeing

You both engaged in a dance between you, he was holding his blows but soon enough Aemond realised he didnt have to, soon your blade was beside his neck, and his blade was upon your chest it was a tie

Aemond couldnt stop smiling, you returned it and everyone around you who saw the both of you standing you looked like a couple inlove, Alicent and Rhaenyra saw the same thing as well as your brothers, Jace was fuming and Luke looked scared but hopefull that if it was Aemond who his sister chosed as her husband she would tried to smooth the Targaryen prince to her side

- I think your mother and mine are a little bit concerned...

- I didnt know you were this good

- uncle if you wanted me to train with you all you'd had to do is asked...

- I prefer to take you else where... a stroll through the gardens wouldn't be nice?

- yes it would be - Rhaenyra decided to talk to you before making any move, soon word of your interaction with the king's son would spread and rumors will get to the king and Alicent and Rhaenyra wouldnt be able to do anything if the king knows of your afections for your uncle or his aparent for you

Part one:

#aemond targaryen x you #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x oc #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #house of the dragon aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen x velaryon reader

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 3 years ago

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Frank fathering a little girl,

but shes older now hcs

Reader: Female

Type: headcannons (part 4)

Notes/Warnings: Typical Violence, shit gets real in the end, also may make a whole fic off this bc I enjoyed these ideas so much.

Dedicated to: @pietromaximoffluvr so they can live out there dreams

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You're super glad you have your relationship is back on track: old man and kid, father and daughter back at it again.

He knows he cant stop you from being a vigilante and shit he cant even stop himself, not that he finds himself much of one

So the least he can do is protect you more: showing you how to handle yourself better, using others weight, knives, the whole shebang

Turns out you actually knew how to do alot of that already

He wonders how? And you tell him you've watched the best at work, him hes the best

Doesnt mean he cant kick your ass though, he still does, decorated marine corp? Remember

But that doesnt mean you didnt land one or two punches on him.

"Come on old man I can take it."

"No. No you can't"

"Yeah I can come on! I can!"

First few times you couldnt take it but now you can

You'll both patch each other up, he'd never gone too far with you, but sometimes you do run into things so you'll stich each other up

You go out and box Peter too, you know show him how much you improved. You improved alot, shit maybe your even Avengers Quality?

Oh Tony for sure sticks his nose into your business now

There was a knock on the door luckily Frank was out and you had put all the guns in hidden locations while you tiddied up.

Opening the door you smiled, "Hey! Peter nice to see you- how did you get my address?"

"Me. That was me," a man spoke rushing to stand behind Peter, "Names. Stark. Tony Stark you probably knew that already."

"I could give one shit man." You shrugged, "Never seen you before to be honest."

"Iron man?" He asked.

You shrugged in confusion, "you dont look very iron to me."

"Thats not the point kid. Spiderling here's got some pretty hefty stuff on you. Being what? A dead terroists kid-"

It was quick you pullled the gun from the back of your pants, aiming it at his head.

"I advise you to say your next word very careful."

"Woah! Y/n! Y/n! Its okay!-"

"Its words." Tony argued, "my next words very carefully"

"You should be glad I'll even give you one."

So Tony likes you for sure.

Stark Approved

And once peter got you to chill out, you brought them in and let him explain.

"We need a sniper."

"In your dreams."

"It'll pay well" Tony spoke under his breath, "Just...sayin..."

You watched him hand over a check, and you snatched it, this check? Could set you and Frank for a while.

"Thats just a little over half of it."

"So what am I an Avenger now if I take this?"

"No." Peter spoke, "You can't become one so easily- trust me-"

"Yeah sure why not."

"Fine. I'll do it."

Luckily it was a one hit job, simple enough, and you went home clean, your prints not there, you not even existing within the parameters of the scene afterwards

And you were able to hand over the check to Frank.

He was disappointed in you, clearly he showed you how to shoot a gun, but not how to line up your morals

But once he learned you were simply backup, nothing more, but did shoot the guys kneecaps out to let the others to tag him and throw him in jail of where ever they sent him. He was relieved.

He sat you down and talked to you about how this wasnt about money, it wasnt about fame, it was about whats right.

So you promise to take no more jobs for money.

And he's proud of you: and also wants to kill this Tony Stark guy now

On a positive note, you guys go out for breakfast every sunday still and go to the Parker household for Sunday Dinner.

Thats where he hears about school events, because you wouldnt tell him, not that you didnt want him there: you knew he couldnt go.

"Did you get the email?" Peter questioned, Y/n looking up from her plate.

"No what email?"

"About the dance tickets-"

He ow'ed quickly as Y/n had kicked him, quickly clearing his throat and shoveling food in his mouth.

"This is Junior prom for the both of you?" May asked.

Peter and Y/n glancing at each other: "No Ma'm..." Y/n responded.

"Its a parent child thing." Y/n responded, "Funraiser type deal.."

"Like a Father daughter dance?" Frank questioned.

Peter nodded, "Yes sir."

You didnt talk much else during dinner had feeling as if you got caught once again.

You were quiet on the ride home too.

"Were you gonna tell me?" Frank questioned, parking the car.

Y/n shook her head no keeping her eyes forward.

"I know you can't go." Y/n told him, "I know you would of tried to go to. Its not worth the risk."

He sighed, hand running over the bottom half of his face in thought; "Come on. Its late."

You were glad there was no arguement. It wasnt worth it.

You didn't know how to dance either

And Peter had asked you to help him pratice as he was going with his Aunt.

You did, but damn did your feet hurt afterwards, how many times he steped on them.

He still had time to learn atleast.

Meanwhile school was good, you didn't hang out with Liz but rather MJ, Ned and Peter. Especially during lunch or after-school.

You're grades were good. You were good.

Life was good.

That was until Matt Murdock was waiting outside of school for you.

And now your guiding him through the streets.

"Haven't argued with you in a while." Matt started, "I miss you at confessional."

Y/n laughed, Matt smiling at his own stupid joke.

"I don't regret anything. Not as of recent." Y/n told, "I'll call you up when I do. Plus you know the church is quiet enough for me to clear my head."

Matt chuckled, "Good times good times. But this isn't about Confessional or your religion."

Y/n looked at him, "Yeah? Whats this about then Murdock?"

"Friendship." Matt responded.

"A bit werid to be hangin out with a 17 year old Matt."

"Let me rephrase that. Let's have a cup of coffee? Maybe a small meal and talk about how you know Im Daredevil and I know your Bullet Red."

Ah shit....

Yeah your keeping that one secret from Frank for sure.

So between being busy with school and now building a soild frienship with Matt, keeping up Vigalntte work and Stark trying to get you to permanently join the team your for sure busy.

But you prevail, and still find time to spend with your old man. Even if you push off something for a good hour or two to just get a nap with your head in his lap while he reads

Or for him to braid your hair

Weekly breakfast, your keeping strong on sundays

So you forsure didnt realize Frank kinda sneaking around.

Turns out he was gonna buy you a dress for that father daughter dance, but he's never really seen you in anything but pants so he just went with a suit

Your both not fuckin with ties

Open collar and button for the win

Still you dont realize what he's done till the day off.

You walking into your room to see the suit nicely laid on on the bed.

"Karen helped me pick it out."

Y/n turned around, Frank leaning against the door frame, he dressed in the classic colors, black and white. His shirt white and his coat and pants black.

"What's it for?" Y/n questioned, looking back down at the suit.

"What's the point in being your old man if I can't get you into danger some times?" He asked with a playful shrug, "Come on get dressed."

She smiled at him, he leaving her room, closing her door with a smile.

He's gonna cry when you seem come around that corner, some heels Karen had let Frank Borrow for you accompanied the slightly baggy suit, it matching Franks except you had a few more buttons undone that him.

He thinks your so beatiful, his little girl all grown up.

Not that grown up to have those buttons undone though, no he fixed those

"I like it like that."

"Its cold."

"We're inside-"

"Its cold."

God was he so proud.

He'll hold your face with a hand, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, god hes so proud of you

Has he mentioned how proud of you he is?

"Would you look at you..." He smiled, "all grown up..."

You know this is special for him, with whats happened to his own kids and wife.

You can only pull away from his hand and hug him instead,

He knows that this is when he has to slowly start letting you go, you're becoming an adult

"My baby girl all grown up."

"Okay. Don't start cryin on me old man."

"Pfft. Yeah right..." he spoke, pulling away and "rubbing" his eyes.

He drives you both to the school where the dance is being held.

You both stick to the walls, being both wall flowers.

But you make small talk with May and Peter.

Even Ned came along with Mj but they were there on "volunteer hours"

"What did you both do this time?" Y/n asked with a smile.

"I was asked." MJ spoke, "to volunteer."

"And you?" Y/n asked Ned.

"I didnt dress for PE."

"Kinda harsh punishment for not dressing." Y/n spoke and Ned shrugged, "anyways this is the Old man. You know. The construction worker."

Ned kinda geeked, I mean The Punisher is just a Superhero in bad light. Right?

Mj was super chill though

You swear if one more honry highschool comes up to you and says hi to you just to be near Frank your gonna snap a neck

Like...they never liked you in the first place...and there moms

Its like there arguing over Frank and its GROSS

Luckily a new decent song starts and You ask him if you two can go do a cheesey father daughter slow dance

Thank god he never thought he get away quick enough

"Thanks for saving my ass kid." Frank thanks.

Y/n shrugs, "Got my old mans back is all. Plus what horn dogs."

He laughs, arm hand on your waist and other hand in yours, your hand is on his shoulder.

She smiles at him, "Plus I might get jealous,"

He shakes his head: "Wouldnt want to see that now."

Y/n shrugs, with a smile, "I don't know. I go run off my friends for a mintye just for you run off with a mysterious woman into the night."

"Keep usin that imagination of yours." He snarked.

"Im being serious. Maybe you do need a girlfriend."

Frank just shakes his head, "Your all the girl I need. Just an Old man and his not so much kid."

"Don't tell me that means breakfast on Sunday is canceled?"

"Never in a-"

He's cut off by an explosion, you pulling him to the floor quickly and him covering you with his own body, arms wrapped around your head in a protective matter.

You don't know what happened, a pipe burst? Something in the science lab? You couldnt get the ringing out your ears to even focus

But you know someones pulling you to your feet and its not Frank.

So you fight back, its a man dressed in black, and not like "oh im a vigilante" shade, it's "im the bad guy" shade

Your earings are still ringing and it throws you off balance, you get your ass kinda handed too you before Peter Dress as Spiderman and a very late Matt Murdock dressed as Daredevil come in to save you and others.

"Y/n! Y/n! It's me!" Matt shouts at you, he pulled you into an empty hallway, hoping to get you back on your feet.

You're grabbing at his shoulders, theres a large wound on your temple, you cant hear him.

Its buzzy, and it rings, thats all your ears can hear.

Your shaking your head at him, eyes fill up with tears.

"Hey! Hey! Y/n! Where is Frank!"

Why can't you hear him.

"Y/n!" It finally reaches your ears loud and clear along with the blaring firealarm.

"Y/n! Where is Frank!?"

You can only shake your head, "I. I don't know!"

"Come on we're getting out of here-"

"No. Im not leaving without Frank!"

He knows your gonna be stubborn but he also needs you safe.

So lucky the art rooms right there and he can put a mask on your face, orginally used for spray painting and you guys are off.

You find a gun on the ground and use that to your advantage. Theres smoke in the gym, where some people still are.

You know the enemy is still here and are catious.

Your pretty good at hearing the bullet before its shot, and are able to shoot that bullet so they collide and stop, or splinter small enough to not too major damage.

"That is enough!"

It goes silent, the three all hidden within eyesight of each other, and all look at each other confused.

"I see the Devil of Hell's kitchen does not work alone! Not anymore!" The man laughed, "You must have heard of me. I had a run in with your father when you were younger Ms.Castle."

Y/n tensed, "now my intentions are not to kill him. Not yet aleast! Frank Castle is a vaulable too-"

"You stay the fuck away from Frank!" Y/n shouted in anger, "If you touch him I swear to fucking god! I'll rip your throat out!"

"Just like your father." He laughed, "Watch who you make friends with Ms.Caslte."

"Don't go." Matt argued quietly to her, he could sense her getting ready to fire, "play this smart."

Y/n stayed silent, hearing the men moving and the man leaving.

They came out from Cover, the room empty besides the people hiding for cover.

Your so angry, you could have protected him, you could have saved him.

Matt and Peter have to argue with you to play this smart

You just want him back

"He took my dad." Y/n panted, "He took all I fucking had!"

"I know. I know." Matt spoke, "we have to play this smart. He knows how to get under your skin. You have to calm down."

Peter griminced at the cut as he touched it causing you to wince: "We have to close this first."

"I just want him back." Y/n cried.

"I know. I know." Matt spoke, "and we'll get him back. He threated people we all care about."

"Who is he?"

"His names Fisk. Wilson Fisk."

#frank castle x female reader #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff #frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank x reader #frank castle headcanon #daughter reader #x reader #marvel x reader #marvel's the punisher #marvel's frank castle #peter parker cameo #matt murdock cameo

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bukguhope · 3 years ago

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please, don’t go | jjk ~ one shot request ~

> "god why cant you see that i love you" - "please stay" - “i don’t want you to leave”

> best friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, jealous!jungkook

ever since you became friends with jungkook your life felt complete. meeting in school over a school project the pair of you clicked, you are pretty sure you have spoken everyday since you were paired up for that project. funnily enough you couldnt even remember what the project was for, it had been 5 years already since then, you were both in your early twenties and still as close as ever. he was the only person you could trust anything with, he was your best friend and you thanked whatever angel that was looking over you that they sent him into life. as you got older it seemed the pair of you only grew closer, you went everywhere with each other which seemed to hinder your love lives, well jungkooks. no one seemed to want to date someone that couldnt stop talking about his best friend, his girl best friend. it was like you were the only topic he ever enjoyed talking about and any woman that ever held a conversation with him could see that they would never replace the position you held in his heart - so they didnt try. he didnt seem upset by this, in fact he never even attempted to find dates or any love interests for that matter. it was some friends of his that set him up, and everytime those dates ran back to his friends to scold them for setting them up with someone who was already - seemingly - in love.

"dude you need to step up your game" his friend, jimin, groans as they sit in a bar drinking together. jungkook just chuckles as he checks his phone, smiling "seriously, are you texting y/n right now?" he asks, already knowing the answer. "jungkook you completely blew it last night, the girl i set you up with was so hot" was she? he hadnt noticed, to be honest he never was interested in the looks of anyone. or so he thought

"jimin you need to chill, its not the end of the world. we didnt click. end of." his friend rolls his eyes, watching as jungkook yet again smiles at the lit screen and is happily tapping away. he knew, jimin knew his friend was hopelessly in love with you. he had been for 5 years and it annoyed him that he never confessed. he just had to watch as he looked at you with the brightest glint in his eyes and the purest smile upon his face whenever you were around. he wondered how long this would go on for, how long his friend would secretly pine for you. "iam going, y/n wants to watch a film" jungkook says in a haste and stands in a hurry. jimin scoffs making him look at him with a look of ‘please let me go’ the older guy shrugs him off

"go, have fun. ill chill with yoongi" he says and jungkook smiles wide before grabbing his jacket and practically running from the bar. jimin leans back as he watches his friend hurry off to you. a grin dances on his lips as he thinks about what would finally get jungkook to admit what he really felt. a plan plays in his head and he was definitely going to act it out - he just had to wait for the perfect time. meanwhile, arriving at your apartment in record time jungkook bounces up to your door. getting out his very own copy of a key to your place he lets himself in, being met with darkness.

"y/n! where are you?!" he calls out as he shuts the door

"in my room" you shout out and he smiles taking his jacket off, slipping it into your coat rack. after taking his shoes off he makes his way to your room and the sight that meets him almost knocks the air out him. you were leaning on your tip toes, re hanging some fallen fairy lights that decorated your wall. but you were dressed in what can only be described as attempted murder, because he felt like he could die. very short bed shorts left not much to imagination and neither did the tank top. he just stood for a while, staring at the back of you, trying to remember how to breath. "care to lend some help?" you chuckle and jungkook jumps out of his trance, walking up to stand behind you as he effortlessly reaches to where your hands were. he hooks the lights over the nail but almost rips the whole thing back down as you stood back on the heels of your feet, making your ass graze his crotch . he quickly stands back as you admire the lights, completely unaware of your best friend trying to calm down before he gets hard. turning you smile before getting in your bed. "come on lets watch that film" you smile tapping the space next to you

“jungkook, iam gonna get you” your voice teases as you run behind him, water balloon tight in your grasp. he laughs as he runs away from you before finally stoping. he makes a run behind you and swoops you in his arms making you squeal. the pair of you didn’t seem to see the six pairs of eyes that watched you from the sun loungers in the back of namjoons house.

“best friends my ass” jimin lets out making the others look away from the two of you playing and to him “look at them, it’s like watching a pg-13 romantic movie”

“stop being so bitter jimin, you’re just not the romantic type” taehyung says making jimin roll his eyes.

“yeah let them be, it’s cute” hoseok defends as he looks back, the two of you now splashing each other in the pool. jimin looks over and notices how his friend looked at you, he’s never seen him look so - at peace. it annoyed him to think that one day you were going to find someone and break his heart. that wouldn’t happen though if the pair of you just realise that you were drastically in love.

“watch this” he mutters, standing up and making his way over to you as you got out the pool and sat on the side. his friends look on in confusion but jimins plan was about to be put into action. he sits down next you and you smile over to him. he was a little closer then he usually gets but you don’t think anything of it, jimin is normally friendly anyway. “y/n i’ve gotta say you look really good in your bikini” he starts and jungkooks ears couldn’t help but over hear, how could he not when jimin was taking so loudly?

“oh - thank you” you mumble out, never gotten so outwardly complimented by him

“you know, i think me and you make a really good pair” he confesses, wrapping an arm around your bare waist, a little too low for your liking. but, again, you thought nothing of it. jungkook didn’t like what he was hearing, what was jimin doing? he couldn’t seriously be hitting on you? “maybe we could see how good we are, over dinner?” you were shocked. not really knowing how to reply you just look at him as he smiled down at you and squeezed your waist. jungkooks looked like he was about to explode, his heart was pounding in his chest and in a fit of rage he jumps out of the pool. snatching his towel as he stomps into the house. going to get up your stopped by jimin “where you going? stay here with me” he says and you just ignore him following jungkook into the house, but as you reach the inside you notice he’s gone. running to the door you watch as his car takes off down the road.

after getting dry and changed you excused yourself to the guys, making your way over to jungkooks apartment. you were worried to say the least, it was completely out of character for him to just leave. so you use your key to let yourself in and see him, curled up on his coach in silence. hearing the door opening, he glances over and sees you but makes no move to greet you, or even acknowledge you.

“jungkook are you okay?” you ask, sitting at the end of his feet on the sofa

“perfectly fine” he mumbles, not even looking in your direction. you narrow your eyes at him before standing and crouching to be face to face. he does everything in his power to look away, finding the wall much more interesting then your eyes

“stop lying, what’s the matter?” you push again and he still makes no effort to look at you.

“don’t call me a liar, just go back to flirting with jimin you seemed to like doing that” he mutters and your mouth falls open. this wasn’t your best friend, this wasn’t who you spent so much of your time with

“jungkook, what are you talking about?” with that he looks into your eyes this time, his eyes are dark and icy. it almost scared you to look at

“what? you wanna fuck him right, go do it. sure you’d rather do that then be here with me” now, you were pissed. he never spoke to you like this - ever. you heart sank with every word and right now, you didn’t recognise him.

“you know what, iam going” you stood to your feet and jungkook rushed up to grab your wrist

“please stay” you scoff at this and pull your hand from him.

“what so you can accuse me of wanting to sleep with jimin?” you laugh dryly “why would you say that jungkook? what’s gotten into you?” you look at him as you wait for an answer but the silence that grows makes you huff and turn back around to leave. before you could jungkook runs in front of you and blocks the door. “move”

“no” you look at him in disbelief but he just continues to stare as he remains with his back against the door.

“then talk. what the fuck is your problem? your meant to be my best friend and you say that?” you ask and he shakes his head, closing his eyes as he rest his head on the door. “well?” you push and he groans

“maybe i don’t want to be your best friend!” your eyes widen, tears threatening to make their way out. he didn’t want to be your friend? you heart fell and it genuinely hurt in your chest as you processed his words.

“get out the fucking way, iam leaving” you try and shove him from the door but he gently pushes you back

“i don’t want you to leave.” he whimpers and you scoff, the tears were already falling from your eyes. you didn’t want him to see you cry and you wondered why the hell he was starting to tear up when he was the one who didn’t want to be friends anymore

“why?!” you shriek, shaking with nerves and anger. “fine don’t be friends with me anymore, but don’t make me stay if you’re not going to even explain to me why or what i’ve done to make you hate me” you rush out and jungkook looks at you with so much emotion you couldn’t tell what he was feeling. while he was distracted for a moment, you took your chance to barge past him and open the door

“hate you?” he calls out and you turn “god why can’t you see that i love you?!” you froze at this, you just looked at him but now he got the words out once he couldn’t stop “i fucking love you y/n, i always have” he lets out putting his hands out before letting them hit his legs. “for five years, five long years, i’ve loved you. and it fucking kills me that you’re not mine” you still hadn’t moved from your spot at the door and jungkook worried he said too much, worried you were going to be scared off and he’d never see you again. “i-i just needed you to know that. i won’t bring this up ever again, if you’re uncomfortable. i’ll find a way to deal with it as long as we stay friends i-” he was ranting on at this point, unaware that you had shut the door and slowly made your way over to him “y/n please iam sorry if i-” he stopped speaking when you reached where he was stood, running your hands up his arms before resting them on his shoulders.

“are you finished?” you ask and jungkook nods as he gulps, look down at you. “good” you smile, leaning up and planting your lips on his. his eyes widen slightly before his hands go to your waist and pull you closer. he leans in harder and groans. pulling away you grin up at him as he opens his eyes. you can’t help but laugh and he looks at you confused, smile growing on his face.

“what’s so funny?” he asks and you shake your head as you pull him closer into you.

“for five years, five long years-” you mimic his words and he pouts at you, letting out a childish whine leaning his head back

“hey don’t do that, you ruined the moment” smiling brightly you lean up and plant a kiss on the top of his nose. you couldn’t help the way your heart flutters looking at him, you couldn’t deny that for all these years you loved him too. it pained you to class him as just a friend when all you wanted to do was call him yours and kiss him whenever that little pout appeared on his lips. you thought being his friend was the only way to keep him in your life, so that’s what you did. kept your feelings to yourself, just so you’d have him in your life.

“i feel the same you know” you say and he looks down at you “i love you too” giving you his famous, heart warming smile he leans down again and kisses you before pulling you tightly against him. he suddenly picks you up making you squeal and laugh.

#bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook oneshot #jungkook friends to lovers

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nikrangdan · 4 years ago

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enhypen x short!reader

pairing: enhypen x short!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: how enhypen would react to a short reader!!! this was requested btw i hope u guys like 😁 ive written separate headcanons for sunghoon and jay before but i wrote more here anyways 😏 THERES A COUPLE CUSS WORDS IN HERE

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HEESEUNG:

okay lets get this straight

hes literally the tallest member in enha

and then ur the shortest in ur friend group

POWER COUPLE ⁉️⁉️⁉️

im literally crying bc when u guys are standing facing each other heeseung is just looking straight over ur head LIKE UR NOT EVEN IN HIS LINE OF SIGHT

and THIS is why he always has his arm around ur shoulder or he makes sure ur holding onto his arm or smthn

HE WANTS U TO BE WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES BC SOMETIMES HE CANT SEE U☹️☹️☹️

and when hes practicing he likes to bring u up to dance with him

like he holds ur hands and u just try to 💃🏻🕺🏻💃🏻 with justin bieber playing in the background

“i cant dance heeseung u know this” u stare up at him

“i know just vibe to the music~”

he finds it hilarious so hes giggling the whole time u two do a little jiggy

AND THEN HE GETS ALL SOFT AND TURNS U AROUND TO BACKHUG U AND FACE THE MIRRORS and he watches u guys sway back and forth slowly to the music

he loves the height difference and hes always looking at it in mirrors

JAY:

*takes a deep breath* ... JAYYYYYY‼️‼️

he probably mentioned how short u are a couple times when you first met but i dont think he would be the type to constantly point out ur height and tease u or smthn

BUT!!!!! he loves it

alot of clothes you like are often too big for you and hes like

I Am Here To Rescue You From Distress, My Love

Ur so thankful for him!!!

he loves finding clothes for you

shirts arent a big problem its mostly the pants

AND HE LIKES BUYING U PLATFORM SHOES

he says “u look so good”

Jay ur superman 🔥

idk he just thinks ur so cute

he likes to stare at u like 🥰🥰☺️☺️

❤️_❤️

Jay has such big heart eyes for u AAAAAA

when u two are in the kitchen u arent able to reach the high cupboards

SO HE BOUGHT U A HELLO KITTY STOOL

one time he stood on it and was like “y/n look”

you literally almost broke your neck trying to see him because HE WAS SO HIGH IN THE AIR

so high u were like “u got enough oxygen up there⁉️⁉️”

and then he said “u look like an ant” and he started dying at his own joke

But he never pulled that stool stunt again bc u attacked him viciously🤗🤗🤗

JAKE:

Wait im crying already

everytime i write about jake i have to take a break

hes literally too much for my heart

Okay

HE GIGGLE.....

he GIGGLE!!!!!!!

HE GIGGLES AT EVERYTHING U DO

Hes so obsessed with u its not even funny

he probably loves u more than u love him AND HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE BC HES JAKE SIM

His favorite thing ever is when sit in between his legs and ur back against his chest yknow

when u guys watch movies he feeds u popcorn like that

IM GONNA SAY THIS FOR ALOT OF THEM BUT

Head Pats!!!!!

He pats ur head alot or ruffles ur hair alot

and hes just so gentle with u

Ur like his little baby >_<

HIS BIG JACKETS WAIT

Jakes big fluffy bulky jackets

he wants u to wear them

and he

he zips them up all the way and puts the hoodie over ur head

and he just dies of laughter

Ur standing there like 🧍🏻‍♂️

“its getting hot in here jake”

you tried to flick the hood off but the chunky sleeve mixed with ur short arm was not a good combination so you couldnt even raise your arm

That made jake lose it and he just fell to the floor in tears😭

but seeing him so happy made u 🥰☺️ kinda so its okay

SUNGHOON:

Hello hand holder

i say this whenever write for hoon

but this guy🤝🤝🤝

Get those hands ready yall

mmm okay

he probably calls u shorty whenever he teases u

Rude ass 🙄

ur like “😐” and hes like

“im sorry” *attacks u in a very messy and unmannered hug to the point where u fall back onto the couch and almost break ur leg*

i bet he holds stuff up in the air so u have to jump up and attempt to get it😭 so evil

but he doesnt like seeing u suffer for too long so he gives it to u after like 5 seconds 😁

he teases u alot but when ur out in public hes like Bodyguard Hoon

Hes not letting anything happen to u!!!!

once again HES HOLDING UR HAND AT ALL TIMES

one thing he says he doesnt like but we all know hes lying is when u like to jump on his back and force him to give u a piggyback ride

he just accepts it

one time u fell asleep on his back and he was like

“uh y/n”

silence

yeah he eventually plopped u on the couch which woke u up

SUNOO:

Sunoo thinks ur so adorable 💧_💧

like u two could just be sitting next to eachother watching something

and u have ur legs pulled up to ur chest and ur arms wrapped around them with ur chin on ur knees

you hear him giggling to himself

u look over like ......🤨 “what”

“nothing y/n *giggles again* ur just so cute”

ur like Staaaaawwp and u push his shoulder

and then he pushes u back

AND THEN U START FIGHTING

Play fighting ****

u guys laugh so much 😭😭

sunoo likes to talk about you alot

to everyone

literally everyone

to the boys: “omg y/n fell trying to reach the garlic LMAO”

to his mom: “y/n went up to this guy thinking it was me and pushed him it was so funny”

to his instagram: “how did y/n fit through my neighbors doggy door and why”

PLEASE when u two have arguments for fun

u go jump on the couch so u can be taller than him

and u just stare at eachother before bursting out into laughter

he loves to show u off aaaa “heres y/n” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

JUNGWON:

EXPECT TEASING AT LEAST ONCE A DAY

Please i think id cry if i was friends with jungwon (AND NI-KI)

he play too much 😫 he actually has no chill

“can u reach this y/n? or should i carry you *evil laugh*”

but besides from the teasing he adores u so much

and theres some things you arent able to do

But hes so happy to do it for you!!! he loves feeling like hes doing smthn for u

He always has this proud dad look on his face whenever u literally do ANYTHING

u could literally pick a twig off the ground and jungwon would go 😊 thats my y/n

he likes to massage ur legs when ur just chilling on ur bed or smthn

hes got one hand massaging ur legs and his other hand massaging his own legs

“i’ll make us grow taller y/n!”

“what??? you don’t need to be taller jungwon, i do!!” u snatch the hand hes using to massage his own leg and plant it right back on ur own legs

he starts laughing really hard and u think ur the president of comedy now 🔥🔥

he likes feeling tall when hes with u

but he also likes being babied 🙁🙁

Plz give him head kisses and cheek pinches

NI-KI:

This kid is literally a titan

and hes crazy

picks u up BRIDAL STYLE and starts running around the room like an animal

like WHAT ???????

he says its because you’re the only THING around and he needs the exercise

and this kid is a teaser too😫😫

“y/n can you hand me the cereal up there? oh wait you cant”

you turn around like What the hell did u just say...

yeah he got a smacking that day

NO BUT SOMETIMES HE BE TAKING THE JOKES TOO FAR AND RIGHT AFTER HE SAYS IT HES LIKE

“im just kidding i didnt mean it”

Anyways

ni-ki is also very sweet

he offers piggyback rides and makes u little gifts

one time u got a cramp from being on ur tippy toes too long

he was laughing at first but then he saw ur eyes welling up with tears and he ran to u really fast 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

ALSO WHEN U HOLD HANDS you both always stare bc THE SIZE DIFFERENCE PLLLZZZSSMMMNXX

heres an analogy

ni-ki hands : whale :: y/n hands : seahorse

LITERALLY U CANT EVEN SEE UR HANDS ANYMORE

they just vanish into thin air and u guys think its peak comedy

“whered ur hand go y/n 💀”

#enhypenwriters #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #heeseung imagines #enhypen #sunghoon imagines #jake imagines #jungwon imagines #sunoo imagines #ni ki imagines #enhypen reactions #jay imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen drabbles

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storysofanavenger · 2 years ago

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Maroon

Pairing: Thor X fem!reader

Summary: You and Thor have been a thing for a while now, but nobody knew. You catch him talking about you to one of the Avengers.

Warnings: biig soft FLUFF!!

Author Note: Inspired by the song Maroon from Taylor‘s new Album Midnights.

Word Count: 608

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„Come on Thor we‘re late already“ you say annoyed while standing at the door. Tony threw another Party tonight, it was the first one since you and Thor started dating 2 Months ago. It wasn‘t even planned - how could you even Plan dating the GOD of Thunder? You always thought he didn’t even know you existed. You were one of Stark‘s very close assistants and quickly became friends with all of the Avengers. It was like you were their group teddy bear. Everyone loved you, but you always had a crush on that otherworldly Man. Thor seemed like a golden retriever, he was fascinated by anything from Earth and wanted to know everything. You guys talked a lot but it was more like you were his personal Google. It stayed this way until that one Day, the Avengers talked about their next mission and Tony ordered some Wine you should get. As you returned with the Wine glasses you bumped into Thor in the hallways, all the wine spilled on your shirt leaving a big burgundy stain. The rest was history..

Thor came down the Stairs, wearing one of his „Earth Clothes“ suits and looking godly. His blue eyes were sparkling and piercing right through your heart. You couldnt help but smile at him, he‘s just the cutest. „I‘m coming, i‘m right he- Wow! Y/N you look absolutely gorgeous.“ he was stunned by your appearance. You wore a beautiful, tight dress that showed all of your curves he loved so much. He wraps his strong arms around you and gave you a kiss. „I dont know how I should leave my hands off of you tonight..“ he whispers with a tone of lust in his voice. You laugh and escaped from his grip. „We can‘t tell them. Not yet. You know I can‘t lose my job and if Tony finds out that we‘re dating he‘s gonna..“ you explained to him every time but his Puppy eyes made it even harder. He wants to tell the whole world and all the galaxies that you‘re HIS. „He‘s gonna let you go, I know i know. I dont understand you humans. Why not Celebrate LOVE??“ he ends your sentence and follows you through the door. He swings his Hammer, your new favorite way if traveling, and you‘re off to the new Stark Tower. As you arrived, you gave each other one more kiss after making clear who‘s gonna go in first. „You might wanna cover that up.“, he then said pointing to your collarbone and went inside. You got your pocket mirror out of your purse and saw a little hickey, you laughed and followed Thor a few minutes after.

Thor was already talking to Steve and Bruce as you arrive. You joined Nat at the bar and got a drink. „Who you got that from?“ Nat instantly pointed out your hickey and smirked at you. „That‘s my secret“ you answered and laughed. You just hear Thor talking to the guys behind you, his deep voice overtones everything else. „…I met her in New York. She‘s the most beautiful human I‘ve ever laid my eyes on. Even more beautiful than any Asgardian. She was honored to be in my presence of course, but I was just as pleased. It was magical, we drank wine, slow danced through the Night..“ you smiled at his words. „You really got softer. Didnt know you‘re such a romantic!“ Tony suddenly said. Almost everyone gathered around and listened to his Love story. „That‘s what happens when you‘re in Love“ Thor replied with a smile and took a sip of Wine while looking at you.

#thor #thor x reader #thor x female reader #chris hemsworth #fanfic #avengers #thor fanfic #mcu #marvel #asgard #x reader #y/n #your name #taylor swift #maroon #midnights

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tiens-letters · 4 years ago

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with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on.

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you.

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him?

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better.

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior.

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them."

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man.

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng."

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did.

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i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

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