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bluestar22x · 4 months ago

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Get To Know Your Moots

Thanks @morallyinept for tagging me :)

What's the origin of your blog title? Don't have one really. Just my online name BlueStar, which I chose cause my favorite color is blue and star was just kinda randomly chosen. I just liked the combo.

OTP(s) + Shipname: Eeeee...a lot. Piper/Leo (Charmed), Geralt/Yen (The Witcher), Melinda/Jim (Ghost Whisperer), Nikita/Michael (Nikita), Amy/Ty (Heartland), Severide/Kid (Chicago Fire), Bobby/Athena (911), Cole/Cassie (12 Monkeys), Stefan/Elena (The Vampire Diaries), Klaus/Cami (The Originals), Sam/Eileen (Supernatural), Coulson/May (Agents of SHIELD) - this is not a complete list

I do not like ship names usually so I don't conform to using ship names.

Favourite colour: Blue. Pretty much any shade, but I tend to like deep/darker blue colors more (but not as dark as navy, though navy is still nice). I have had a weakness for blue eyes most of my life, even when a lot of my TV crushes actually have green or brown eyes.

Favourite game: It's between Jurassic World Evolution 2 (XBox) or Rival Stars Horse Racing (mobile). Probably JWE 2.

It was Zoo Tycoon 1 and 2 on PC when I was growing up - I still miss playing those 2 games.

Song stuck in your head: Nothing really lately. Whatever's on the radio. But recently I was listening to Chosen Family by Rina Sawayama & Elton John. Finally a song for one of my top favorite character dynamics. Someone please use this song for The Last Of Us, Forever (ABC), Supernatural, etc.

Weirdest habit/trait?: I need a book marker in my spare hand whenever I'm on computer or reading a book or writing, etc. anything that involves thinking and not needing 2 hands. I flip it around in one hand and sometimes certain people get annoyed by the flicking noise but it helps me focus. It's like my version of a fidget spinner. If I don't have one, I sometimes end up playing with my hair instead.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, watching movies/TV, playing video games, watching people play games on youtube, music, singing along to music, talking about my favorite animals and characters. Traveling when I get the chance. I used to have horseback riding but haven't been able to ride in years (Around 6 years or so now).

If you work, what's your profession? I work as a cashier. I know, so basic (and very boring if everything's going right).

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Horse Barn owner. I would love to rent out stalls to people and take care of their horses.

Something you're good at: I would say nothing - I'm just okay at a lot of things. People around me would probably say writing and drawing. Which I would say are decent, but nothing to bark about. lol

Something you're bad at: Taking compliments

Something you love: Horses, dogs, deer, giraffes, okapi, most mammals, colorful fish and birds, dinosaurs, beautiful landscapes, beautiful architecture and art, flowers, fanfic, movies/TV/books/games, [a variety of] music, Greek/Roman mythology, supernatural lore, traveling, learning new things (especially about animals or medicine/biology), decent human beings...

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: A lot of different animals including dinosaurs and my favorite shows/movies/characters.

Something you hate: People who bully or purposefully try to get on my nerves, people trying to control/manipulate me, being unable to eat whatever I want and do whatever I want, intolerant and ignorant people, not being my own boss

Something you collect: Books and DVDs, music

Something you forget: A lot.

What's your love language? Gift giving with most people. It could be touch with the right person but generally, while I am a bit touch starved, I don't like being touched. I mostly find it awkward. Still waiting for the right person to hug me. I have had a few amazing hugs in my life, but they were long ago.

Animals get more affection from me than anyone I've met in person. My dog gets so much hugs and kisses to her dismay. I love snuggling.

Favourite movie/show: Tough one. Mostly I have favorite characters. But Supernatural, 911 Lone Star, Heartland, 12 Monkeys, Ghost Whisperer, The Mandalorian, The Originals, Almost Human, Nikita, Forever (ABC), Person Of Interest, Charmed, Dominion, and Agents of SHIELD are all up there. Hawkeye gets a special mention cause I feel like it.

I would say The Last of Us but it's only because of Joel and Ellie and Tommy. I don't really care about much else. Pretty much always skip the scenes without Joel. Season 2 will be so evil.

Movie wise I like a lot of animal and action movies. Marvel. Things like Seabiscuit, The Horse Whisperer, Marley & Me, Transformers, Terminator (part 2 in particular/mainly), Thor (2011), Captain America The Winter Soldier, The Avengers movies, the Rocky and Creed movies, etc. (Creed 1 is my fav). A few romances too like Letters To Juliet.

Favourite food: So many. Steak, shake and bake pork chops, Chester Fried Chicken and wedges, McDonalds fries (when fresh), watermelon (when dark red), Dominos cheesy bread, Pizza (especially Pizza Hut pizza and certain gas station pizza), some apples (red/not too sour), a variety of chips, cookie dough, vanilla and chocolate ice cream, coconut cream pie, pumpkin pie, sprinkles, hot fudge, chocolate pudding - almost anything chocolate/milk chocolate (hate dark chocolate), really

With the exception of apples and watermelon really the only food I love is bad for me *sighs*

Favourite animal: Horses. I love most horses.

I distinctly don't like Arabians with super dished faces or Akhal-Teke horses, especially the shiny ones. I love horses that look wilder, more natural. I love ranch style Quarter Horses (not the overly muscled ones), Halfingers, Fjords, Friesians, Percherons, and Mustangs. I like my horses calm, lazy even. As close to bombproof as a horse can be. I've known several.

Dogs are runner-up. And I like small dogs more. Some big dogs intimidate me. My favorite is the Chihuahua. They are full of character, spicy, cuddly, very loyal to their people, surprisingly easy to train, and some are pretty active (some go hiking with their owners). And I'm not scared by a 6 pound Chihuahua even if they're acting like they will bite your head off. They're just scared and they can't do much harm compared to big dogs. Every well bred and trained Chihuahua I've met have been wonderfully sweet (though they are vocal and very good watchdogs - don't count on them being guard dogs lol). My Chloe is a Chihuahua. So is my parents' dog Zoe. Chloe learned basic commands in two weeks and Zoe was potty trained pretty well by the end of her first week with us. They're smart, just a little stubborn. If you don't lead them they will boss you around. They are as gentle and sweet as any dog can get.

Dinosaurs, giraffes, deer, okapi, and a few other animals follow.

What were you like as a child? Loner type. Major introvert. Head in a book or out in the backyard catching butterflies, literally. Didn't have a real friend until the 6th grade.

Favourite subject at school? English and Biology.

Least favorite subject? Math. If it's not add and subtract, I suck at it. If I suck at something, I hate it.

What's your best character trait? I don't want to hurt anyone; I mostly mind my own business.

What's your worst character trait? I am too much of a people pleaser. Some people walk over me. I'm indecisive. I'm not trusting enough and I'm too trusting at the same time.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? Instead of being alone in bed, I'm with the right guy for me. Not the perfect guy, nobody is perfect, but the right one for me. Ya know? Something real. Someone I can trust and who shares values/interests with me.

I also would love to be out in a barn hanging out with the horses and my guy. lol

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Uhhhh... Abraham Lincoln? One of the few US presidents that actually seem worthy of respect. I would like to know if he is all he's cracked up to be.

I'm not one for placing faith in people I don't truly know. ha

I very rarely have celebrity crushes. I like to say I love the characters; the actors are debatable. They seem nice at best.

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): I will circle this back to @morallyinept and her Adrift With You Series. It's really good.

She already recommended the current fic I'm attached to (Familiar!Ezra)

Tagging whoever wants to play :)

#Tag Game #Get To Know Me 2025

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reticexce · 5 years ago

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WE’VE MOVED!

i think the new blog has finally come together ( for the most part ), so catch us over here at @asocier ! this blog will be archived!

#i finally have new tags #and i gave the blog a new aesthetic #new face claim for ali and an age increase for most of the muses #eeeee fingers crossed i'll be more active!#im currently iconning so i wont be entirely active until i'm done but still!!

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havecourage-darling · 3 years ago

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Hi just wanted to shoot you a message and say I’m a huge fan of your Princess Peach series it’s my favorite series I’ve read on the Eddie AO3 tag and has inspired me to make my own OC for the show finally ^_^ (she is loosely inspired by your Reader bc I just find the reader so charming and sweet)

Your characterization of Eddie is my favorite and you fit the OC into the midst of the group in canon so well and I love it a lot!!

Eeeee, I'm so glad! Thank you so much for your lovely message -- I should have a new chapter for princess peach soon!

#eddie munson x reader

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little-lee-stories · 5 years ago

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Liar, Liar: Face on Fire

(oh god guys I’m doing this it’s been sitting in my docs for like a week while I tried to get up more motivation because for some reason my brain decided my first tfic should actually be a series of tifics???

This is Patton’s part and I’m trying to get myself into the mood to write Roman’s part, but after that I have like zero ideas for Logan and Virgil but anyway here you go guys, my first terrible tfic aaaaaaaa)

tagging @oliviaischillin1204 because she’s my torture/inspiration

In addition to occasionally appearing to Thomas when he told a few white lies, Deceit had taken to popping up on the other sides when they told lies he thought were worth exposing. Even better – Thomas and the other sides wanted the truth? He would see to it that all of their truths were set free like birds from cages.

Starting with Patton and his penchant for lying about his feelings.

It started, as many things do with Patton, with cookies. Roman, deciding he deserved a sweet treat after all of his morning adventuring, went straight for the cookie jar while Patton made sandwiches with help (okay, he was basically only getting things from the fridge, but still) from Virgil. Before Logan, sitting at the table, could even begin to scold him for ruining his appetite, Roman had stuck his hand into the jar only for a look of confusion to pass over his face.

“What thievery is this? Wasn’t the jar at least half-full yesterday? Now it’s completely empty!” Roman exclaimed, pulling his cookie-less hand out of the jar and waving it in the air with his usual dramatics. Virgil shrugged, but Logan rose an eyebrow.

“Patton, have you been partaking in those “second cookies” again? Having that much sugar is unhealthy.” He stated, causing Patton to turn from his sandwich-making with a surprised expression.

“A second cookie is nice once in a while, Lo, but I haven’t had any recently. You guys are more than sweet enough for me.” Patton exclaimed happily.

“Liar.” Suddenly Deceit was standing just behind Patton, picking at some of the sandwich fillings as yet untouched, nonchalantly eyeing the peppy side with a smirk. Patton and Roman jumped, while Virgil practically threw himself across the room to get away from the suddenly close snake. He scowled at the new figure.

“What are you taking about, Deceit? No one needs you here –“ the purple side snarked. Deceit blinked at him with mock-innocence, before turning his attention toward Patton.

“Well, in light of deciding that lying isn’t good, I thought I’d show you just how prevalent lying is for us. Patton, care to share?” Patton got over his surprise and smiled.

“Share what? The sandwiches? I made them for everyone, silly, take your pick!” Patton moved closer to Deceit and the sandwiches, gesturing for the snake side to view them. Deceit placed a gloved hand on Patton’s shoulder, leaning around him to see Roman, about to speak when he realized Patton was scrunching his shoulders a bit. He squeezed Patton’s shoulder, making the other let out a kind of yipping noise, before pulling away with a hum.

“Well. I guess I am needed here, after all.” And with that, the well-dressed side was gone, and everyone else was left to wonder why he had even appeared…except for Patton, who was busy blushing at the noise he’d made and quickly stepped out.

The next time Deceit appeared, it was right behind Patton while the others were listening to Roman’s ideas for the new series for Thomas.

“That’s a great idea, kiddo, I love it” Patton responded to Roman’s idea to expand their one horror game video into a series of playthroughs for The Evil Within 2.

“Are you sure about that?” Deceit whispered in Patton’s ear, the air blowing into it quite tickly. Patton scrunched his neck and shoulders up with a squeal, startling the others and alerting them to Deceit’s presence. The snake side smirked at the others and disappeared as quickly as he came. Patton managed to reassure the others that he was fine, just surprised, and left it at that.

But it didn’t stop there. It seemed Deceit was always there every time Patton told the littlest untruth to the others. Just things to make sure he didn’t hurt their feelings, honest! Showing a little more interest in Logan’s schedule than he really had, trying to assuage Virgil’s fears, reassuring them when he wasn’t feeling his best…Deceit just kept showing up, and the things he was doing kept escalating.

“There’s nothing to worry about ki – eeeehee!” Spidering in between his shoulder blades.

“Huh? Oh, of course I heard, Lo – ooooh gohosh!” Fingers jabbing into his underarms.

“I’m fine. AhHA!” A few squeezes to his sides.

The others were getting concerned, but Deceit only smirked and Patton only blushed and avoided their questions. Until finally enough was enough.

Alone in his room, feeling down but not quite knowing why, Patton took a steadying breath.

“I’m feeling really good today!” This time Deceit merely appeared in front of him, an eyebrow raised.

“Really? That’s the best lie I’ve ever heard from you, Patton.” Patton chose not to reply, wringing his hands a bit and looking down so he couldn’t see Deceit’s face at his next words.

“Deceit…I want you stop doing that thing you’ve been doing recently. I don’t like it.” He said hesitantly, feeling nervous and a bit giddy. He peeked up at Deceit to see a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face, and felt his own lips twitch upwards a bit in response.

“What, you mean tickling you? Does it tickle too much?” Deceit asked, stepping closer.

“Ye – no! Uh…” Patton gasped, head lifting as he backed away. The little game of cat and mouse ending abruptly when Patton’s knees met the bed and his balance was thrown off. Deceit took advantage of the situation and pushed Patton to sit on the bed before crouching at his feet. Patton kicked his feet away slightly, giddiness overtaking any other emotion and a nervous, inexplainable smile taking over his face.

“Wh – what are you -? AH!” Patton gave a squeal as Deceit took hold of one of his ankles, wasting no time in removing his slipper and sock. Deceit grinned up at the fatherly side, wiggling the fingers of his free hand inches from his bare sole. Patton pulled at his trapped foot and scrunched his toes, tittering nervously with his hands in front of his mouth.

“You see, Patton, I think you’re lying to me. I think you’re not very ticklish. Let’s prove that theory, hmm?” The side smirked and let his fingers touch down on Patton’s arches, nails skittering over the wrinkles in his scrunched foot quickly but delicately.

“Ihihi’m noohohohot! Stopihihit!” Patton broke into giggles immediately, kicking his free leg and pulling at his trapped one. He shrieked as Deceit found a particularly sensitive spot on his arches just above his heel, pressing his arms against his stomach and falling backwards onto the bed, almost causing Deceit to lose his grip on the other’s foot.

“EEEEE! Plehehehehehehease!” Patton begged.

“Hm? Please tickle you more? Why Patton, I’d hate to.” Deceit said sweetly, letting his other sets of arms grow out to grab Patton’s other foot. He stripped that one of it’s slipper and sock as well, pulling back Patton’s toes and tickling underneath them while the other foot continued to have its sensitive arch played with.

“NOHOHOHOHOOOOO DEEEHEHEHEHEHE! IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!!!” Patton rolled on the bed, squirming and trying to scrunch his toes and kick his legs while laughing uncontrollably. His face was red and he felt like he was on the verge of mirthful tears but…he felt better. It was far less embarrassing to be tickle attacked by Deceit in private, and let him actually feel what he had been too overwhelmed to before – joy. Letting himself go like this was, dare he say, nice. But it seemed almost as soon as he began enjoying the feeling, it stopped.

“Does it? That was all you had to say, my dear!” Deceit exclaimed, releasing his feet and drawing his extra arms back into himself. He came to lay next to Patton as he panted and wheezed the last of his giggles out. As he calmed, Patton turned his head toward Deceit and opened his eyes to see the other watching him nonchalantly, hands holding up his head.

“Consider that a little lesson in lying. Did you like it?” Deceit purred. Patton flushed again and before he could stop himself –

“No!” He exclaimed, hands going up to cover his red face. He didn’t see the grin spread on Deceit’s face, but he certainly felt the hands that shot under his exposed arms, making him pin his arms – and subsequently, Deceit’s hands – down with a shriek.

“Now now, what did we just discuss? I think another lesson is in order…” Deceit trailed off as his fingers gently wiggled in Patton’s trapped underarms, starting his laughter up anew.

“DEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

#my writing #ler deceit #lee patton #Liar Liar series

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drethanramslay · 5 years ago

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Hand that you hold

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Dakota Rivers)

Summary: Marriage is a beautiful union of two souls. When two people whose soul's sing for each other, it's then you know that that person is worth keeping around.

Word count: 3.4 K words

Warning: NONE. Its pretty much fluff and a bit of swearing

Masterlist

Taglist: @miyakokurono @trappedinfandoms @vampiregirlsblog (lemme know if you want to be tagged)

Song: Hand that you hold by Dan Owen

Forgive me for any mistakes 🥺

"I swear on my fangs Justin, if there is even a decoration out of place, it's your ass on the line." Dakota spoke into the phone with a cool voice. Lindsay was going around her like a mother hen, making the final alterations to her wedding dress.

Today was the day and things were already going berserk.

"Ummm I don't know what are you talking about...?" Justin Mercado spoke, with a tremble in his voice.

"Oh really? So whose employee was the one who flipped a fucking table in her blind rage, hmm? And I had asked you to leave the cobblestone path alone, but some dumbass on your team went ahead and put roses. ROSES?! That's so damn cliche and I specifically asked for non cliche and unique things. What had I asked for?"

"Non cliche and unique. We are already cleaning that up." Justin audibly gulped.

"When I had last come down, the fairy lights were not up and the podium where I am supposed to get married, does not have the flower arch up yet?! It's six in the fucking evening, the moment the sun sets people are going to start coming. The greenhouse doesn't have the floating lights yet. Just because we are supernaturals and have heightened senses doesn't mean we to drink and socialize in the dark!!"

"Yes ma'am we are almo-" Justin began but Dakota cut her off.

"When I asked for your services, I was promised the best. The only thing I am getting best is problems.... and an amazing wedding dress."

Lindsay blushed as she looked down at her feet. Dakota gave her a small encouraging smile.

"Ma'am that was a...a honest mistake. The decorations are all set, the tables have the pastel flower basket centre pieces. The food caterer reached and have started plating the appetizers. The bar is open and well stocked with blood and alcohol. We are good to go for your first guest."

"Good. I want this day to be perfect for my wife. For the love of the moon, if anything else goes wrong, I will skin your hide and make a carpet out if it. Got it?" Dakota threatened him. She hung up the phone and Lily snickered in the background.

"God Dakota you are such a bridezilla." Dakota just sighed, "I just...want it to be perfect. Agreed it's a small and intimate ceremony but still."

"It's gonna be lit af. The talk of the century. So don't worry. You just worry on sitting still and looking pretty." Lily said as she went into the adjacent bathroom to change.

Dakota sighed, for what seemed as the millionth time, as she turned towards the mirror to see herself. The person in the reflection had the same grey eyes and pale skin. But, she looked gorgeous. Almost like a different person.

She had decided to throw the traditional white wedding dress out of the window and went for something more unique, just like their love. She had opted for a baby blue wedding dress with layers of chiffon, making it look like ballroom gown. It was sleeveless but the neck of the gown extended till her midriff.

God Kami is going to lose her mind... Dakota thought, smiling slyly.

There were pastel colour flowers embroidered into the net like material which made her look like a blossoming flower. Just like after a long harsh winter, spring comes, causing the flowers to bloom, similarly, after three grueling years of fighting off the bad guys and loosing so many people, they finally have happiness and peace.

And there is no other way she would like to commemorate this happy occasion.

Her blonde hair had been tied into a low bun, stubborn strands of hair escaping it. Lindsay helped her put on the blue stone 'ridiculous' tiara, which Kamilah had bought her after the harrowing fiasco.

Dakota smiled to herself as she wore it, reminiscing the day in the empty jewelry store. "I'm such a pretty, pretty princess, dammit." Dakota spoke, from her memory.

"Yes that you are, Ms. Rivers. I must say that you are one of the most prettiest brides I have ever seen. The henna tattoos on your hands are just making you look so unique...IN A GOOD WAY." Lindsay spoke, as she flushed.

Dakota looked down at the henna designs on her hand. She wanted to respect Kamilah's Egyptian heritage so they both got henna tattoos on their hands just two days before the marriage. As they got them done, they laughed and swapped stories.

It was such a pleasant experience.

"Thank you so much Lindsay, this wedding dress is just perfect. Wouldn't have been possible without your hard work." Dakota said earnestly as she squeezed her hands, as a sign of gratitude.

Lindsay flushed and dipped her head and walked out of the dressing room. Dakota sat down near the large mirror and checked her make up. She was just finishing up her touch ups when Lily stepped out of the bathroom in a black suit. She was wearing formal trousers and a blazer, which showed the valley of her breasts. She had paired this with a golden pendant, which went till her midriff. She finished of her look with a pair of black stilettos.

"Damn Lily, you looking hot." Dakota told her.

Lily smiled and she walked to the mirror and placed her hands on Dakota's shoulder. "You are looking so gorgeous.... I am so, so happy for you. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Dakota reached and held her best friends hand, unable to say anything because of the intense emotions she was feeling.

"I just wish Jax was here..." Dakota said as tears pooled on the corner of her eyes.

Lily sighed. "I bet he has got first row seats to this function. Being the boomer he is, he would end up coming an hour earlier than the starting time!!"

Both of them laughed out loud, making the sad atmosphere, a little lighter.

"C'mon girl. Let's gets you on the podium so that you can watch your sexy wife walk down the aisle."

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Justin had not screwed up.

Which was a huge relief.

Kamilah and Dakota had decided that they would have the ceremony in a private garden. Nothing to big. Dakota had made several mood boards about the way she wanted to decorate the garden and the adjacent greenhouse.

The greenhouse would be the place where food, drinks and the reception would be held.

The greenhouse was like a magical place of its own. It was a mix of glass and wood which complemented each other perfectly. Green vines hung from the roof, over the tables. The hanging lights amidst them made it look enchanted. The tables were covered with simple white tablecloths but the center pieces along with the tealight candles, really made the entire venue colorful.

The party favours had been placed on each chair. Kamilah decided to order baklava and give it out as party favours. Dakota hundred percent agreed because she may or may not have had a box or two of those sweet, sinful delights.

Everything looked perfect.

The guests were already present when she came down to the greenhouse. They were laughing, drinking and mingling. When she entered the place everyone stopped their conversation and turned to look at her. Even though she was one of the most powerful vampires of their time, the person who slayed Rheya, the goddess, she still felt so awkward when everyone's eyes were on her.

Dakota shyly waved before speaking, "Hey guys! Thank you so much for coming. The appetizers are being distributed and the bar is open. We will be starting the ceremony in half an hour."

Nikhil was the first one to come up to her. "Ah Miss Dakota! You look as ethereal as a fairy. I'm in awe."

"Thank you so much for your kind words Nikhil. I must thank you for helping in finding the venue."

"It was my utmost pleasure Miss. Go on, greet your other guests. If you need any help, I am at your beck and call."

Smiling Dakota headed to meet the other vamps. Serafine had donned a beautiful evening gown. Adrian was standing there with a drink in his hand, wearing a black tux. When she reached them, they stopped their conversation and turned to greet her.

"Hey Sera! Hey Senator Adrian." Dakota said with a teasing smile. Adrian groaned while Serafine let out an elegant laugh. "Oh my love, you look so gorgeous. Kamilah is indeed a lucky woman to have met you." Serafine said as she hugged Dakota, and kissed her cheeks.

"Thank you for coming. I know you were busy with the opening of your nightclub." Serafine just waved her hand. "Ah those things come and go. But seeing Kamilah settle down, never. Couldn't miss it for the life of it."

"Kamilah was saying that you managed most of the decorations. Must say that they look beautiful." Adrian complemented her. "Thank you Adrian. Can't say it was easy. I may or may not have threatened four people today." They laughed and Adrian checked the time in his watch.

"Gotta go and check on Kamilah. I hope she doesn't have a breakdown. It wasn't fun the last time." Adrian grumbled as he gave Dakota a side hug.

Dakota then headed to the New Orleans gang who were laughing loudly. "Hey Cal, Krom, Ivy."

"EEEEE!! Thank you for inviting me. I may be dead but all these cute ceremonies almost make me feel alive." Ivy said as she hugged Dakota.

Krom groaned. "Can you go one day without the death jokes?"

"Over my dead body." Ivy shot back.

Krom just threw his huge hands up with defeat. "I can't win. I give up."

"Congrats Dakota! Still can't thank you enough for helping me escape from the weirdo's place." Cal said as he shook her hands.

"Cal... We sang karaoke together. I think we are past the 'thank you stage'."

"Oh. My. God. Cal you did karaoke?!" The petite girl with ombre hair beside him squealed. Cal started cursing under his breath. "Yeah babe. It was before we met."

"Can you please send the video to me? Also how rude of me. I am Alex Reyez-Elrich." She extended her hand and Dakota shook it.

"Wait, are you the heir of lord Elrich? I have heard so much about you!! Shit, should I call you 'lady' or 'duchess'?"

Alex let out a laugh. "Don't worry Dakota. Lady is the title they use for my step mom. And, I could say the same about you!! I can feel the power in your veins. And I have read about how you revolutionized the entire vampire- human coexistence. I'm impressed."

"Thank you for coming. By the way, where is Garrus?"

"Behind the bar obvio. You can talk to him later. It's time." Ivy said as she took a sip of her whiskey on rocks.

It's time for my wedding. Dakota smiled at that thought.

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"Kamilah if you continue pacing around the room I swear I will put your ass on the ground." Adrian groaned.

"You wouldn't stand a chance against me." Kamilah shot back.

Kamilah sighed as she sat down near the dressing table, staring at her reflection. She had decided to wear a suit instead of the usual gown. It was porcelain white, and it fit her perfectly. There were occasional patches of embroidery on the blazer which made it look so elegant. Her hair had been left open, looking glossy underneath the yellow tinted lights. Her lips were painted red and she had put minimal make up. She was wearing her brother's pendant. She reached to touch it, wishing that he was watching over her from heaven.

Henna tattoos designed her hands and she smiled looking down at them. She would have been happy even if they got married in a courthouse, but she appreciated the gesture. Dakota was so incessant to follow the ritual and she just couldn't say no to that beautiful face.

Letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she wore the white stilettos and stood up.

"Last chance to escape. Tell me and I will be your getaway driver." Adrian teased.

"Shut up Raines. It's not helping."

Adrian laughed before he clasped her shoulder. "Kamilah you deserve a happy ending. Dakota is perfect for you and I can see how much she loves you. You don't have to doubt her or her love for you."

"I'm just so nervous.." Kamilah wiped her palms on her trouser pants.

"And that's totally normal. I remember when I married my wife, I was so scared that I jumbled up the vows!!" Adrian laughed.

"If this is your way of comforting me, please shut up at this instant." Kamilah said as she picked up her bouquet of wild flowers, tied with a blue ribbon.

He offered his arm to her and Kamilah grabbed it and walked out.

"Thank you brother...for everything."

Adrian smiled and squeezed her arm. "Let's go and get you a wife."

I'm getting married to the love of my life, my habibti. Kamilah thought as a beautiful smile stretched on her face.

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"Fuck." Dakota breathed out as she saw the fairy lights darken again. "Goddammit! Justin get your ass right her-"

Dakota was cut off as Alex tapped her shoulder, in the dark.

"Dakota, if you don't mind... I can help with your light setting. I don't see it getting better anytime soon."

"Thank you so much Alex. I owe you a bottle of wine after this."

"Mention not." Alex whispered under her breath and rubbed her fingers together and snapped. A ball of yellow light started growing on her palm. It kept on growing until it was the size of a basket ball. Dakota was in awe.

Alex threw her hands up into the air and clapped, resulting in the giant glowing ball to rise in the air and split into its smaller counterparts. Alex waved her hands and the the small light balls spread all over the garden and gazebo, illuminating it in a soft yellow light.

"Yeah that should do it." Alex said as she winked at Dakota.

"Damn girl..." Lily breathed out before regaining her composure and clapping to get the attention of the guests.

"Hey people! Please sit your asses down, we have to get my girl married on time." People took their places and Dakota climbed up the steps of the gazebo.

The cobblestone path led to the gazebo. There were white chairs on either side of it which were slowly being filled by the guests. The gazebo had a teal blue roof which was supported by the white wooden pillars. There were intricate designs on the railing. The entrance of the gazebo had a beautiful flower arch, decorated with pink and white wildflowers.

Everything finally came together.

The Wedding March played and Dakota stood straighter, clutching her bouquet of flowers, to hide how her hands were trembling. She was so nervous. Her heart was racing and she could feel sweat on the back of her neck. She let out a breath, to dissipate her nervousness.

Her eyes landed on the aisle and when she saw Kamilah, all the breath in her body vanished.

Kamilah was walking with her head held high. She was clutching the bouquet and held Adrian's arm. She looked at the gazebo and she was in a trans.

It wasn't Adrian who was holding her, but the grey eyes that tethered her to this world. Reminding her that this was real. She felt like she was floating in a sea of euphoria, but the woman in front of her anchored her. Even if a nuclear missile were to fall out if the sky, or a unicorn was to show up here, she still wouldn't be able to take her eyes off Dakota.

Her love. Her baby. Her habibti.

It was the same thing for Dakota. Time seemed to slow down, people began to vanish until it was just Kamilah and her. Tears welled up in her eyes, by the sheer beauty of this moment. She knew, that this would be the one moment she would never ever forget till the end of time. How her Kami walked down the aisle to her.

Her soulmate. Her rock. Her Queen.

Adrian handed Kamilah to Dakota and patted her shoulder. "Take care of my sister Dakota. Congratulations." Dakota dipped her head. Kamilah reached the podium, and Dakota could see tears pooling in Kamilah's eyes. "Why are you crying?" Dakota joked through her tears.

"The same reason you are habibti." Kamilah answered, with a bright smile that illuminated the entire room. Dakota giggled and reached for Kamilah's hand. They held hands and turned towards the priest.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this evening to witness the beautiful union of these women in holy matrimony. Please sit down." The priest said and the guests sat down.

"If you have your vows written, please tell them."

Dakota turned towards Kamilah and started saying her vows. "Kamilah, before you my life was empty. I never really cared about love, but now, here I am, with you. I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you, care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you, build with you, and live with you.

"I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen you patient and frayed. We have been through everything. Through thick and thin. And I know, what a great team we make. Together we are so strong and exquisite."

"You are my favorite person, and I choose you to be my partner in all of eternity. I vow to take you as my wife. Let's be awesome together, even when the world isn't so awesome at times. My heart is yours. Forevermore."

Kamilah took a deep breath, as tears of joy rolled down her face. Smiling, she began her vows. "Love...was something that I never understood. It was a question unanswered. Though I have been with different men and women, deep down I knew, that it was not love. I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way."

"I want nothing more than to share my future with you—my triumphs and my challenges, my joys and my sorrows. Together, I know we can accomplish the life we both dream of living. You are beautiful inside and out. You warm my heart and make me soar. You are my queen, and now my forever best friend."

"You are my first, my last, my everything. You are mine until the end of time, and I am yours for as long as you'll have me."

Dakota was crying. Her heart was bursting with overwhelming love for the Egyptian grace in front of her.

Lula, the ring bearer got the rings. Kamilah slipped the elegant diamond ring on to Dakota's ring finger. Dakota slipped a dainty platinum ring with diamonds on it into Kamilah's ring finger.

The priest continued. " If anyone objects this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Dakota gave a hard glare to the guests, daring someone to say something. The power emanating from her veins was so strong, that Kamilah's eyes widened and the priest shivered. The guests looked as if they were going to suffocate.

Silence.

Dakota rolled in the power, reducing the intensity so that the priest could speak without wetting his pants.

"Do you, Kamilah Sayeed take Dakota Rivers as your wife?"

"I do."

"Do you, Dakota Rivers take Kamilah Sayeed to be your wife?"

"I super do."

"With the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may seal this union with a kiss."

Kamilah bent down and kissed Dakota chastely. Dakota wrapped her hands around Kamilah's waist and hugged her. It felt as if fireworks were going off in her heart and the feeling of her wife, in her arms was such an amazing feeling.

My wife...never going to get old of that. Kamilah though as she kissed Dakota under the starry night, a promise that she was going to stand by her wife’s side forever and always.

I think my heart melted. UWU

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Chasing Rabbits (Elias Grodin x Reader) [Fluff]

Synopsis: Unwanted flirtation and the stress of working the front causes stars to align, and you meet one gentle soldier in a million.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: PLEASE be careful reading this-- this fic has sexual harassment, assault intent, and just generally guys being misogynistic creeps. Except for Elias. He’s sweet boi :3 Eeeee I love him so much.

Tagging: @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design @thevideonasty

There'll always be one.

Every nurse has one, that's what they told you. Nurses always fall in love with soldiers. Plus, it makes for something to write home about. It would be nice, of course. You just didn't see how walking into this hell with your head in the clouds would help.

Patricia Arden, your fellow nurse and the only other nurse to accompany you to the front lines in the mobile M*A*S*H unit, hangs by your side as you sling your pack higher onto your shoulder. She's from a small town in Mississippi-- joined the war as a nurse to find a boyfriend, which isn't the smartest place to look, but hey, you're not about to judge.

The dust kicks up from the chopper blades, and you can already feel the humidity, as well as the bugs feasting on your skin.

"Look at all these men in uniform," she grins, “So groovy.”

"Yeah. You'll be seeing a lot of that, I think," you reply. She makes a face at you.

"I'd love to see what's under that one's shirt."

"Tish, the most you'll be seeing of any of these men are the fingers you're going to have to stitch back on them."

"Why do you have to be like that?" she pouts. You look away. If you didn't maintain your cynicism, the guys would treat you two like delicate little girls. That's not who you are, nor who you want to be.

After your introductions to your head medics and the breakdown of the platoon you'll be working with, you congregate again.

"That Sergeant Barnes..." Tish whispers to you, "He's cute."

"He scares me," you say.

"It's the scars, isn't it?" she tuts. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to judge a book by its cover?" she mutters, "He could be the nicest man on Earth." You take another look over at Barnes, and shiver under his scowl.

"You can keep him, and his scars. He doesn't look like he'd cuddle anything but an AK 47."

"What about that one?" She points to a smoking man with curly auburn hair. Taller than Barnes, not as buff but reasonably muscular. Freckled, has a mustache.

"Mm," you consider, "Not the worst... but not my type."

From across the barracks, some of the men get a good look at you.

Chris Taylor's mouth hangs open, slack jawed as he adjusts his helmet. "Are those the new mobile nurses?"

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Elias grins, and a playful slap on the back sends Chris on his way. But then he makes the mistake of looking over himself. You catch his eyes, and smile at him. He smiles back, giving a dopey little wave, and you giggle with Tish as you're lead away. Elias watches you walk off, running a hand through his mop of golden hair in awe. When he turns, he's met with Chris' smirk.

"You were saying, sir?"

"Get going."

After setting up in your quarters, you get the idea to go for a walk to see where you’ll be living for the next couple months, until your two woman unit is on the move again. Unbuttoning your jacket for a little relief, you tie your hair back in a ponytail, and step out.

About half-way to the mess tent, you're stopped by a tall body in your way. You look up from the chest you’ve bumped into.

"You a newbie?"

It’s the redhead from earlier blocking your sun. He's got eyes running up and down your body, and it makes you want to button your jacket back up.

"You could say that."

"Very nice, very nice," he says, continuing to admire you, "Red O'Neill. What's your name, baby?"

"(y/n)."

"Mind if I join you?"

The last thing you want is this motormouth accompanying you. "I was enjoying the quiet, but thanks."

"You know, I hate to cut right to the chase, but you're not making it easy for me, honey." He takes another step to walk with you. "Us guys out here get pretty lonely."

"Why?" you snark, "You have the pleasure of each other's company."

"Nah-nah-nah babe, you don't get it. Not like that! I for one miss feelin' a woman. Like really feelin' her. You must miss feelin' a man... huh?"

"Look... I might not be the right person to ask," you try to back out, "My friend Tish--"

"Your friend don't look like you do," he says, and you finally manage to shake him, changing direction.

"It was nice to meet you, Sergeant O'Neill."

As you're walking past him, you focus in on a group of men talking strategy. One looks over, and does a double take when he sees you. It's the cute one from earlier. He goes to give another wave, but someone in the group nudges him. His face changes, and he's back to business.

You stare after him, unable to stop yourself from dreaming about the handsome soldier. Sgt. O'Neill sees your gaze, and he looks between you two anxiously and with no small amount of jealousy.

The meeting breaks, and the man walks over, blushing a little. Your eyes fall to his open chest, where his dog tags are hanging against sculpted, lean muscle.

"Hi." He sets his hands on his hips, squinting in the sun. "I, uh... see you around a lot."

"Yeah, I'm just trying to get my bearings. Once I know the layout I'll stop wandering."

"Wandering is good for the soul," he says, "Never stop wandering." He blushes deeper. "Sorry. Geez. I sound like a damn croan, and I'm not even baked. I'm Elias."

"Nice to meet you, Elias," you smile, shaking his hand firmly, "I'm (y/n). What's your rank?"

"Sergeant. But you don't gotta call me that."

"According to army regulations I do," you giggle, and he falls a little in love. Realizing he can't just stand and stare at you, that he has work to do, he straightens up.

"I hope to see you around, (y/n)."

You watch him walk off with a confident gait, and admire his arms and physique. He's pretty tall, with lithe muscles and a wiry frame. You try your hardest not to fixate on his body in your mind as you keep going... but that's getting harder by the minute.

A week goes by, and you start to really see how hard the job is. Back at the static M*A*S*H unit you had shadowed in, you knew when wounded were coming from the choppers. Here at the front, the Viet Kong could strike against any of the boys-- even you-- at any moment.

After a particularly tough day filled with casualties, you enter the mess to find a group of enlisted men playing cards.

"You're out!" O'Neill yells obnoxiously, "Full house, motherfuckers!" You sigh. Maybe if you turned around and just--

"Newbie! Babe! Over here!" he calls. You pretend not to hear, so he gets up, and physically walks you over. Barnes sees clearly how uncomfortable you look in O'Neill's arms, but he looks down and ignores it, indifferent. "(y/n)," Red says, "Meet the big boys."

You want to tell him to shove off. You want to tell him just where he can stick that cigarette that's always dangling out of his mouth. But you're a nurse, and you're scared what could happen to you.

"Hello," you say. A kid named Junior sizes you up.

"Thank you for your service, ma'am," a young guy you think is named Bunny grins, "You offer any other kinds of service?" O'Neill laughs.

"Heh, that's what I've been trying to find out! Wouldn't we like to know, hey Bobarooni?"

Barnes glances up briefly. "That's enough." Red immediately shuts up, and sits back down, smile dropping.

"So, uh... you gonna play or not, honey?"

You shake your head, managing a smile for appearances. "I need some rest. Plus, I really shouldn't be here with all of you, especially playing cards with enlisted officers."

"Least one other person in this tent's got some goddamn sense," Barnes mutters, and you take that opportunity to head out. Thinking of hazel eyes and a wide grin, you wonder where Elias is.

Over the course of the month, you have trouble on and off with O'Neill. You see Elias occasionally, but he's busy leading his platoon, making decisions and generally, as O'Neill really wasn't, doing his duty. You did see him around one day while you were prepping to head over to the OR.

"Sergeant," you nod, trying not to stare at his shiny biceps. He must have been training his men, cause he looks dirty, sweaty, and everything you'd love to see on top of you.

"It's Elias," he says, blushing, (he never seemed to be able to hold a straight face around you) "I never did like to be called by rank. Even by my men."

You walk up to him. "Okay. How's the day, Elias?"

"Shit. But seeing you is already making it better." He ducks his head. "You have a nice smile."

That smile shows through. "Thanks."

He grins at you, and you drop something from your belt as you latch it up. He leans down at the same time as you, and your fingertips brush. He looks into your eyes, then down at your lips...

He stands back up, passing you what you dropped. It's a charm, a little silver peace sign.

"Where's the rest of the bracelet, flower child?" he jokes, and you smile.

"The rest of my charms are back home. This one felt appropriate to take with me."

"You know, I'm something of a hippie myself," he begins, "Out in the..." He's about to go on before he sees O'Neill marching around, torturing the new kids with a fellow soldier. He sighs, thinking of the rumors involving you and the other man. "Anyway. Nice charm. See ya around."

"Yeah," you nod, watching him go. Your thumb slides around the smooth surface of the charm.

That afternoon, your heart nearly stops when you see Elias being carried into the nursing tent, a little bloody and delirious.

"Out of the way," you mutter, and push through to him. "What happened?"

"River water got into his drink pack, same river a great big pig decided to die in. ‘Lias got sick, started hallucinating, got torn all to hell in the brush when he tripped."

"It's just a scratch," Elias gives you that stupid, infectious grin, “Although I’ve had better hallucinations than these ones.”

It is just scratch... but that didn't stop the nightmares of losing him that night.

"You keep smiling," Tish says as you both wash blood off your hands the week after. "Who is it?"

You look down. "Nobody."

"It's gotta be somebody." She smirks. "Sergeant O'Neill, right?"

You frown. "What makes you say him?"

"It's not just me. Everybody's saying it," she whispers, "They say that other guy... Sergeant Eliott Grodin?" Your breath quickens.

"Elias."

"Elias. Guy’s got a thing for you. But O'Neill got to you first, they're saying. That Elias is heartbroken, I hear." She shrugs. "News carries fast in places like these. At least you didn't have to tell Elias yourself." Unaware of your trembling hands, she goes on. "Anyway, I haven't had any luck with Sergeant Barnes. He's tough as a nail to sof--"

"Sorry Tish, I have to go," you whisper, and head out, tearing your hair out of its cap. You need to drown your sorrows... the thought of hurting Elias pains you.

Inside the mess, you sit at the makeshift bar, and someone gives you a beer. You pop it open, and the guy who passed it to you laughs.

"You drink like a man, sweetheart." You slam the can down.

"I also suture like one too. If you get your leg blown off, have fun getting your friends to treat you."

You sigh, turning away from him. It's an empty threat, of course. This job is just hard in itself-- you didn't need all the comments as well.

"Weeeell, well well well well, look who came to see me." You freeze, eyes sliding shut. Hands fall to your shoulders, and begin to massage. "Little (y/n). Cheers, babe!" He clinks your can with his, and you feel sick to your stomach. "Wanna dance?"

"I'd rather not."

"Come on, stop being such a buzzkill!" He takes your hand, and you take it back, standing up.

"Why me?" you snap, "Huh? Why'd you pick me to bother?!"

This leaves him stunned, and more than a little embarrassed. He looks around at everyone, laughing nervously.

Dashing outside, you look behind you. He's not following. You consider putting in for a transfer, but then you'd have to leave... him.

"Everything okay?"

You turn. "Elias."

"You don't look so good. And I mean that in the best of ways." His kind smile falters as he realizes how upset you are. "(y/n), what's wrong?"

"God, I had to get away from him."

Elias looks over his shoulder, then back to you. Then he sits down on a log, patting the spot next to him. "O'Neill? What happened?" His voice softens. "Did you two have a fight or something?"

You frown. "I wouldn't even call it that. A proper fight requires someone to be emotionally invested."

Elias sparks up a cigarette, and offers you a drag. "But you and O'Neill, aren't you...?"

By Elias' confused expression, you slowly start to realize what he means.

"Aren't we what?"

He smirks. "You gonna make me say it?"

"What gives everyone the idea that we were?"

"Are you kidding?" Elias huffs, "O'Neill's been telling the whole camp you're his girl, and that you two... well, every time he's got R&R, you... keep his bed warm." You make a face, and Elias nods. "I take it you don't. Figures. He'd have to pay someone to like him."

"I don't even want anything to do with the man, but he's the deafest son of a bitch in this platoon when it comes to someone telling him no."

Elias slides in closer to you. "That is probably the best description of Sergeant O'Neill I've heard yet."

You laugh. Elias' eyes close as he revels in the sound of your laughter. A strong, protective urge cocoons him.

During an NVA raid the next day, Elias finds himself the perfect opportunity to speak his mind.

"Hey, O'Neill."

The redhead turns back in the little hut, stalking over to Elias with a patronizing glare.

"What, sweetheart?"

"Lay off her."

"I'm sorry?" he frowns.

"Don't tell me, tell her." Elias leans against the wall. "You know exactly who I mean."

"You," O'Neill points at him, chewing his gum loudly in Elias' face, "Are meddling in shit you don't wanna meddle in, buddy. I could toss you into a raveen and say Charlie got ya, okay, I can do all of that without barely flexing."

"I invite you to," Elias says, stepping up in the other man's space and unfolding his arms. O'Neill's eyes cast down, and he stutters.

"Just... stay out of my fuckin’ personal life, Elias. Or I'll fuckin’ report you."

Elias watches him go, and shakes his head. Men like O'Neill never learn.

As the sun goes down and darkness falls over the valleys of Vietnam, you walk from the medical tent toward the nurses' quarters on the other side of the quiet barracks. No matter how beautiful the sunsets were here, you rarely enjoyed them with the screaming of the soldiers you treat still ringing in your ears.

A few twigs snap behind you, and you turn to see a tall man stumble out of a tent. Irrational fear courses through you.

"Running to Elias with your problems, now?" The sloshing flask of bourbon is clenched in O'Neill's hand, and he takes one last drag on his cigarette before whipping it into a puddle.

"Sergeant--"

"Don't Sergeant O'Neill me, honey, I'm not in the mood." He keeps walking forward, and you back up as he slurs at you. "I-I don't even see how I'm a problem! I'm a great guy, what's-- what's not to love?!"

"Sergeant--" He keeps walking.

"Just answer the goddamn question!"

"Get out of my way!"

"Get BACK here, you little bitch!" O'Neill snaps, and grabs your wrist, jerking you back with force. When he realizes what he did, he lets go and covers his mouth like a frightened little boy. He looks like he's about to cry.

"I'm... s... look, I just-- I need love too, ya know! I-I'm not a heartless prick like some of these other assholes here, I... I deserve love! I'm just..." He breaks down into a blubbery mess. "I-I'm just so fucking scared!" He cries for a minute, before taking you by your arms, walking you backward toward the forest. You try to jerk your arm away, but he wraps you in an uncomfortable hug.

“Hey--!”

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing with her?!" You both turn, and see Elias storming angrily from the far tent, where his group of friends congregated after hours. You'd never been so happy to see anyone. "Get your hands off her," Elias all but growls, and, seeing how furious the man looks, O'Neill complies, holding his hands up. "You're a fucking piece of work, you know that?" Elias says, voice so low that you can tell just how hard it is for him to contain his anger.

"H-hey, you don't know what the hell you're talking about," O'Neill warns, "Walking around like the caped crusader of the nurses. Hey, get back here and be a man!"

"You want me to be a man?" Elias nods. O'Neill gets in close, so close Elias can smell the liquor on his breath. His eyes dart around in the dark, flickering with a mixture of nerves and desperation.

"Hey... n-nobody'll know, man. You and me? We could just take her back there, and--" Elias' fist ends that proposition, with a swift punch to O'Neill's jaw. You hold onto his arm, and, leaving the tall man lying in the mud, he takes you by the hand, leading you back to the tent.

Warmth cascades over you as you enter it, the sound of laughter, the blissful vibe, clouds of smoke, and psychedelic music overtaking you. It's a welcome change from the outside.

"A chick?" King asks, grinning.

“A nurse,” Lerner corrects playfully.

"Lay off guys, it's her first time in here," Elias says.

"You mean we're not allowed to scare her?" Rhah jokes, baring his teeth, “It is the Underworld, man. Baaaaah!”

"She ain't even supposed to be here," Lerner laughs, strumming his guitar, and Elias turns.

"You gonna report me, ya little weasel?" Both of their tones are light-- you can tell already that arguments never get far in here, and every man here is a friend of the others. The young man just smiles easily, taking another hit of whatever he's smoking, and Elias brings you over to a hammock in the corner. You're immediately at ease.

"You okay?" he asks you softly. You nod, but he presses. "Are you sure, (y/n)? Are you really sure?”

“Yeah.”

“It took everything I had not to fry that bastard to a crisp out there, swear to Christ. Men in this war... we think we can do whatever we want out here, no consequences. They ignore the fact that you're a fucking human being."

"Thank you," you say, voice trembling, and he wraps you in a hug. It's nothing like O'Neill's forced contact-- it's gentle, and protective, and you feel eternal just sitting there with him, swinging back and forth.

"You don't need to thank me for being there, flower child," he murmurs back, "...I'll always be there."

Your heart skips a beat. For some reason, that hits home, and makes you feel safer than you've ever felt in your life. Something inside of you aches with longing as you stare at his lips, and you place your hand on his leg. Something in his face changes when he sees you looking at him the way you are, and he tentatively moves in closer. You make no move to evade, so he clutches the back of your head, pressing your lips together. It's sweet, barely there, but you want more, and you kiss him back, reciprocating against his soft lips with a little more passion. You both finally break for air, and he seems surprised. The look you give him tells him not to be, so he relaxes a little.

Your head rests against the nape of his neck, and he takes to softly stroking the base of your head, resting his head against yours. Everyone in the room is half watching, out of the corners of their eyes. Elias still outranks most of them, even after hours, and none of them want to intrude on his privacy. Elias doesn't seem to care, though. He threads his fingers with yours, rocking you both on the hammock, eyes blissfully closed.

"Would you look at that?" Lerner hisses.

King smacks Chris in the arm. "Ain't it cute? Shit, if all I gotta do is bring a chick back to the Underworld to get some pussy, how come I ain't done it yet?"

“Well cause uh, you’re not Elias, and you don’t look like a motherfuckin’ angel like he does,” Chris grins. King gives him a look.

“You wan’ go trade places with her, Chris, suck his dick?” Chris topples backward into Lerner, giggling uncontrollably from the weed and waving his hands wildly.

"I always said it," Rhah hisses back to the group, philosophizing as usual, "If anyone was going to get a girl, it would be one Elias Grodin. The soldier... the man... the legend."

Your eyelids grow heavy as well over on the hammock, but when he goes to lay you both down, you hesitate.

"’Lias. I'm a nurse," you whisper, "I can't be seen with an officer like this. I'll lose my position. You could lose yours too."

Elias gazes around at everyone. They finally look over now, with confidence.

"Hey," Chris says quietly, laughter subsided, "We won't say anything, man." You two look into the earnest faces of every nodding man in the tent, and rest assured, reclining to hold each other for the rest of the night.

Elias found himself, as he stared down at the pretty girl in his arms, wishing he never had to let go-- of you, or of this night.

The next day, you can't shake the good feeling you've had since the night before. Even just the memory of sleeping on top of Elias' chest, while breaking every rule in the handbook, would make this whole thing bearable.

Waking you from your daydream, O'Neill comes up to you, looking extremely unsettled. He's got a bruise forming from where Elias punched him last night, and a slight stagger. He puts his hands up.

"I'd just like to, uh..." he starts, "I'd like to say how sorry I am, (y/n). Ma’am. For last night.”

“Did you get threatened with a court martial?” You quirk an eyebrow. You wouldn’t put it past Elias to report that incident.

O’Neill looks down. “Look. I just... got out of hand. I'm not myself when I drink."

You stare him straight in the eyes, refusing to be passive.

"Noted. Red... I know how hard this must be for you. I'm a nurse; I see what you have to deal with first hand. But my responsibilities end at your physical well being. I'm not a comfort girl." You step in closer. "Now stay away from me. If you ever touch me again, I'll give you a bruise bigger than that one you have." Elias comes up behind you, and puts a hand on your shoulder. O'Neill gets the message, and leaves.

Elias' hand then drops down your arm, and he curls his pinky finger around yours. It's not much, but for now-- it's enough.

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