#hope you don't mind I took a hopefully unique turn with this one

[timeguardiansarchive]

"You look like you need some cheering up." Steve said, wrapping Peggy up in his arms. He could feel the stress coming off his love in waves.

"What can I do, Sweetheart?" (For Peggy)

"Steve?" She hoarsely croaks, clumsily attempting to pull herself upright in spite of the stitches in her lower-quadrant. "Thank GOD you are here!!!!!" She openly professes. He was a sight for her sore eyes!!!! Especially, since Howard, Jarvis, and Sousa were absolutely SMOTHERING her.

Bedrest is not something that comes naturally to the spunky brunette. With the rebar wound causing a lot of blood loss and then leaving behind an infection, she found herself irriatingly useless.

Gingerly, Peg allows herself to melt into his embrace. With a shaky, but fond smile, she makes her petition known. "Can't you instruct them to do as I say?" She muses almost sarcastically. "I'm not an invalid. I need to get back to WORK." Fixing doleful doe-y eyes on him, she tacks on, "perhaps, you can help me start by finding my clothes?"

[bandaged-writer]

Heyy, how are You?? Since the requests are open, I wanted to ask for a scenario. Dazai Is in love with the new waitress at the ADA cafè, but this girl keeps on turning down his offers, because She doesnt trust him (hes a womanizer and a suicidal maniac). Also because Shes very sick and doesnt know if Shell be alive in the future (spoiler She Will). Hope the requests isnt top specific. Have a Nice day 💜💜💜

i changed some bits of your requests; hopefully you don't mind, dear nonnie 🧎🏻‍♀️

genre. fluff, a hint of angst

words. 1k

warnings. reader fearing death

summary. "When the time comes for you to die, I will gladly accompany you to the other side. Until then, let us enjoy a cup of coffee."

To Dazai, you were an enigma. Although your eyes were as kind as the latte in his hands, your words choked him much like Kunikida's bony fingers occasionally crushed his windpipe. Open to a chat with him, you'd let him hold your hand, play with your fingers and a smile would appear on your pretty features. But said smile was always accompanied by a string of words that shattered his hopes like glass:

"I can't go out with customers, Dazai."

Where you got such a sharp tongue from, Dazai didn't know, but he liked that about you. A little unpredictable, but still an open book that he'd like to flip open and read until he could quote it from the very top to the very end.

The sun was setting, the Agency was closed for the day when Dazai trudged into Uzumaki's and the bell above him sang a tune. As always, you were quick to greet him with a saccharine smile on your lips and a kind tone in your voice. "It's nice to see you, Dazai. The regular?"

"Yes, please," he said and took a seat at the counter.

With patience, you let boiled water drip into the coffee powder which was steadily dripping into the cup you had whipped out for your favorite customer. "Tell me, how was work?"

"It was such a pain!," Dazai exclaimed with dramatic gestures and ranted about Kunikida forcing him to do paperwork for the latest case which involved a murder with a surprising twist. "But now I'm all better. A face like yours is like balm to the soul, belladonna!"

At that, you sighed and served Dazai his usual cup of coffee with milk, sugar and a shot of something that made this coffee uniquely yours. "You know I can't go out with you, Dazai."

As he gazed at you over his cup of coffee, he knew you were lying. For the longest time, he believed your little trick until the day he asked the owner of Uzumaki's about this imaginary rule you had come up with. As it turned out, your words were nothing but a string of pretty lies. "We both know such a rule doesn't exist."

Your eyes widened in surprise before they morphed into a guilty gaze.

"Tell me. Why are you lying to me when you obviously enjoy my advances towards you?" Dazai put his coffee down with a dull thud and watched the internal conflict within you unfold. Uncertainty swam in your fingertips that nervously fiddled with the hem of your uniform or picked at the skin along your fingernails. "You always say you can't, but you never explicitly said no."

A sigh of defeat slipped your rosy lips. You should've given Dazai more credit for his ability to read between the lines like no one ever could. Yosano had warned you that Dazai wouldn't buy the blatant lie forever and would someday question you about the infamous question of why. And so, you found yourself struggling in front of Dazai who loved your coffee, liked a good book and genuinely appreciated your company.

Your throat bobbed as you finally decided to spill the beans.

"I don't have a lot of time left to live," you admitted with a hand placed on your chest and the ghost of a smile upon your lips. "My heart is weak, Dazai. Sooner or later, I will.." Painfully, you avoided the brunette's gaze and your own fell to the tips of your shoes.

You didn't have to finish the sentence for Dazai to piece the shards of you together. So that was why you'd occasionally be missing, why he'd sometimes see you leaving the hospital, why you'd claw at the fabric covering your chest. Dazai took your free hand in his and gifted you with a smile so genuine that you could finally put some faith in him.

"When the time comes for you to die, I will gladly accompany you to the other side. Until then, let us enjoy a cup of coffee."

Tears brimmed your eyes and rolled down the apple of your cheeks. Bringing his palm to your cheek, you nuzzle into his touch and gaze at him through a lens of love, impending doom and curiosity. It was stupid to cry over a mere cup of coffee, but for you, it was so much more than that. Whenever Dazai ordered his regular coffee, you knew you'd get to chat with him and gain a piece of the space that was his mind; so mysterious, endlessly deep, and yet so beautiful.

Over a cup of coffee, he'd flirt with you, hold your hand and tell you a few jokes in hopes of wooing you with his humor which was, unarguably, questionable at times. Over a cup of coffee, he'd bring you one of his books, decorated with sticky notes and his thoughts on a certain paragraph.

But Dazai didn't know about the shelf of medication in your home. He didn't know about the amount of pills you had to swallow within a day nor did he know about all the nights you spent crying in a hospital bed. You were a wreck, but you had no clue that Dazai was just as miserable as you were. Things about him, about you, were merely waiting to be discovered.

"Dazai, please.. Don't say things you don't mean."

Dazai was gentle when he bumped his forehead against your own. The warmth of your breath fanned across his cheeks, tears dampened his skin, but he didn't mind drowning in the sea that was your constellation. Unlike the cold waters of Yokohama, you always welcomed him with a warm cup of coffee that was as sweet as the honey dripping from your words.

"I don't lie about things like that."

And he didn't. Dazai made sure you took your meds. He visited you in the hospital after every surgery you had to go through and he watched you get better bit by bit.

Until the day you could enjoy a cup of coffee together.

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday 💛

Hehehe, Wednesday is here again and I am feeling very excited because after a few weeks of doing drawings instead of writing, I've started getting back into the swing of things with writing! Plus it was nice to just take a break from putting words on paper, it felt refreshing re-opening my documents the other day.

I come with not one, but two snippets! One from an upcoming chapter of The Perfect Storm featuring Fjora and Sorik, two of my beloved Whiterun Guards, the other from the first chapter of As a leaf would scatter to the wind, which as of yet hasn't been posted (though I'm nearly there in getting it done, I hope!) featuring my dragonborn Aevra 😊

Tagging @thequeenofthewinter, @throughtrialbyfire, and anyone who wants to post a WIP! No obligations, of course :)

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Snippet 1:

“Aren’t you going out into the festivities? It’s the first time it’s been held in years, and you’re cooped up in here...”

A quill, thankfully not one which had been dipped into ink yet, tapped against a piece of empty parchment. The quill’s owner hummed thoughtfully, then nodded. “I’ll be heading out soon, Sor. Just want to finish writing this letter to a friend, then I’ll meet you out there.”

From where they were stood in the doorway of the barracks, Sorik sighed and shook their head. “Writing to your mystery friend again, Fjora? Are they that important that you’re taking our first night off-duty since getting officially instated, on the night of your favourite festival, to write to them? Who even is it?!”

“Somebody who hates a late reply, that’s who. I’m sorry, I intended to write this earlier but with all the hubbub with the meadery and being stationed out there, I’ve barely had the chance to even think of replying until now. It’s going to ruin the fun if it’s on my mind when out in the festivities, y’know?”

Again, Sorik sighed, but went and turned around to head out. “Fine, fine... But I’m not telling you what happens if you miss out on the inevitable drunken chaos once Hulda cracks open the barrels of spiced mead. Or saving you any!”

Fjora’s lip turned up at the corner, singing out her response to the threat. “You will~”

“No I wooon’t,” Sorik mocked, attempting to match her tone. “Guard’s salary, remember? You’re getting your own drinks, and that’s if you even get out of here tonight... So hopefully, I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah... I’ll see you later. And don't worry, I’ll drag your drunken ass back here after.”

As soon as the door shut behind them, Fjora let out a sigh and ran her hands down her face, forgetting about the quill between her fingers until she felt a stinging line down her cheek from where the point had scraped against her skin. Trying to find the words she needed was... Hard. And she had no time – she had to get the document posted no later than the next morning. No courier would be able to take it that evening, so it would have to be then.

Taking a deep breath, she dipped the nib into her ink, and brought the quill to the paper.

Whiterun has mostly been quiet since I took on guard duties. Numbers are thin and wages crap meagre, but the Jarl has been finding funds to try and bolster numbers somehow? Probably raised taxes, but I won’t assume. Training was rather curious though – nothing like what I went through under you. The Dragonborn has been assisting in carrying it out, I was selected as part of the group put under her tutelage. She has a unique way with weapons, conjuring them as opposed to carrying them around. Prefers wielding two swords, though can wield both a battleaxe and a bow. She can look vulnerable and unarmed, then have her weapons drawn on you in an instant. She’s also rather intimidating when angry, the best way that I can put it is that you can feel the magic around her like pinpricks against your skin whilst the air that you breathe turns thick, as though you’re choking on it. But she’s otherwise calm and measured. Doesn't take much to get her to snap though. She lets the Jarl's eldest son watch the training she carries out too, I think she's got a soft spot for the boy or something. Otherwise, though I have been stationed in Dragonsreach on occasion since officially being named a guard, I have mostly been situated on the roads outside the city. There’s a cluster of farms out there which have recently been plagued by skeevers in what has turned out to be some sort of convoluted plot to take over the local meadery. It involved attempting to poison the residents of Dragonsreach, including the Jarl and Dragonborn, at some sort of planned mead tasting. Did I mention in a previous report that the Dragonborn has hidden behind the Jarl like a coward relocated to Dragonsreach as a security measure? I am going to put in the request to be stationed in Dragonsreach more frequently in the hopes that I can provide you with more information about the Jarl in future correspondence. As I have been able to establish something akin to a friendship? rapport with the Dragonborn, I may be able to use her to pull some strings. Sorik is also none the wiser. It is difficult concealing this from my friend, but I will not allow our friendship to jeopardise my mission. -F.

Fjora read and reread what she had written, almost certain that she would get a bollocking in her response over her level of formality and scribbles in what was meant to be an official report, but she didn’t really care. Something was better than nothing, and between her guard shifts and needing to sleep, time had not been on her side. Plus, the festival meant that this was the quietest the barracks had been in weeks.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she folded the parchment, grabbed the envelope which had been set aside waiting, and inserted her message before sealing it. She then grabbed a book from under her bunk – knowing full well that nobody would dare touch a woman’s copy of Thief of Virtue, and slotted it between the pages. All she had to do in the morning was pull it back out, and get it in the hands of the first courier she could see on her way to her patrol route near the Battle-Born farm.

Snippet 2:

An Altmer slowly stumbled out of the foliage, and even in the looming darkness, he looked to have been worse for wear. Scrapes covered his skin, his robes were in tatters, and his eye looked swollen and bruised.

As Aevra approached the injured elf, the axe which was in her hand fell to the ground with a light thud. She was glad that she had let that happen, because mere moments later he keeled forward, a pained whine slipping from his lips as she caught him before he hit the ground.

Croaking quietly, the elf looked up at her, then forced a slight smile in her direction. "Y… You aren't one of them…"

"One of who, exactly?"

A painful sounding cough escaped his lips, followed by a weak groan. "Bandits. I was ambushed… The ruins nearby, Bthalft, had been taken over as I was… investigating. Barely escaped with my life."

Aevra frowned. Bandits in the vicinity of the camp was not good – she needed to inform the General and the Legate in charge of both that and the elf's presence… plus there was the chopped firewood which she needed to get moved.

"You don't look capable of moving right now. Are you okay to remain here for a few moments? I need to let my superiors-"

"No. I just… need a moment to catch my breath. Then I can heal myself and be on my way… Just needed somewhere safe to do so."

Once more, she felt her mouth being tugged downward at that statement, but she felt the sincerity in his words. As such, she helped him with sitting in the grass, before returning to her dropped axe and picking it up. There was a slight chime from behind her, in the direction from the elf, accompanied by a faint golden glow – distinctly that of a healing spell.

Deciding that there simply wasn't enough light to chop what remained of the wood in a reasonably safe manner, she picked up the small log she had been about to chop with her spare hand and tossed it back onto the pile needing to be cut, then meandered over to the pile of wood which had been chopped. It would take two or three trips to get it all to their appropriate destinations across camp… perhaps she could ask for assistance from one of the others when she brought in the first load.

"Ah… finally, much better."

She turned around, and noticed that the elf had indeed healed himself, had stood up, and was now dusting off his robes, tutting at the tears which were in the fabric.

Aevra pursed her lips together as she took a moment to look at the elf and take in his appearance in the dim light. The robes that he was wearing… they were awfully familiar. Unsettlingly so. When she realised what they were, she had to try to conceal the building anxiety which was forming in the pits of her stomach. Only one organisation came to mind at the sight of dark robes detailed in gold. She'd killed numerous wearing the same back in the Great War, and no doubt worked with just as many since. It was impossible not to recognise it. "You… You're a member of the Thalmor, aren't you?" And another, unspoken question lingered in her mind – just how did he get jumped by mere bandits? The Thalmor were very much prone to bragging of their capabilities…

A quiet snort came from the elf as he approached her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "That I am."  Slowly, the corner of his lips turned up. "And you..."

[little-miss-understood]

Dame Violette, Prologue

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Welcome to the mother of all fix-it fics, something I've had planned for a long while but the disaster that is Season 5 of Miraculous Ladybug has proven to me is needed. This will probably be my definitive work and after it's completed I'm more than likely not going to write anything else for ML. But, this story is in me to be told and I want it out lol.

Anyways, enjoy!

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They had lost.

There was no question about it, as Marinette stared up at the figure of Gabriel Agreste in front of her. He had successfully merged the Cat and Ladybug Miraculous, and now as a deranged god he was going to get his reality bending wish. It was the one thing he wanted out of this whole mess, after three years of terrorizing Paris, and she felt utterly despondent and sad in her failure.

His son and her partner, the love of her life, Adrien Agreste stood behind his father. The emotions crossing over his face at this turn of events seemed to be of relief that this was all over. That somehow, his father would come to his senses and that if Marinette could just be understanding, then this whole situation could resolve itself and-

“I wish to go back to when my wife was alive, for us all to be together again as a family!”

Marinette had no time to react. The world went white.

Hi, my name is Marinette! I'm just a normal girl who lives with her two baker parents in Paris. Nothing special about me, nope, nosiree.

Unless you count the weird psychic visions I get. I mean that has to be normal, right?

They're like “mental shocks”. To be honest I'm not really sure why they happen or how they come to me, or even if I'm the only one who gets them. They seem to be steering me in life. Hopefully away from bad things though I never know for sure. Like a shock I got when considering fashion as a career choice, which led to some weird visions of a blonde-haired woman yelling about how something wasn't exceptional and about a man who looked old and stern, how the world of fashion seemed very competitive and not easy to get to the top of, at least not without losing parts of yourself along the way. Because of that I figured maybe engineering would be a better bet, I seem to have a good knack for designing neat things, like diaries with unique locks. I still make clothes occasionally! But they're more for myself or my close friends.

Another shock came when the first class representative elections came up. I thought about running, but memories of a girl who seemed to be overrun with responsibilities for her classmates filled my mind, along with a figure who took advantage who looked very, very similar to Madame Bustier, my homeroom teacher. Because of that it led me to always sit at the back of the class rather than anywhere near the front, not wanting to be noticed. Someone else can take the burden of being leader. There are only two other people who knows about me having such thoughts...having met them both through shocks, I figured they'd understand it if I explained the whole thing outright. Considering how well read one of them is I had hoped maybe she could have had a rational explanation but she just laughed and said it was probably some kind of “gut magic”. The other simply said it was “Awesome”. I might have been offended but they also both wholeheartedly believed me. I don't know why a person believing in me feels so...important, but it does. Like I know my parents do but having someone else besides them is great. I have a small group of two best friends, and that's more than enough for me. Having too many would be spreading myself thin and my downtime is important; I hate being run off my feet. Plus quality is better over quantity, and both of these girls are quality without a doubt. We might as well be sisters now for how entangled our lives have become.

- In a schoolyard, a five-year old Marinette looks around anxiously. It's a brand-new school to her, what with the move her mama and papa had done to a new and larger bakery, and she had to leave behind the friends she made in the previous year. Her papa however had done what he always did, and set her up with a box of macarons for her first day. “Just be yourself, offer one to a classmate. You're going to be fine, my sweet.” But there was a sinking feeling in her stomach. Marinette was expecting something to come her way, something horrible. Something brash. But little did she know, that on the other side of Paris, a decision was made to send a blonde girl of similar age to a private school, along with a boy of a prominent fashion mogul. It was over the objections of her father, a councilman who was hoping to rise to the position of mayor. “It's out of the question, Andre!”, shouted the mother. “She needs to learn what it takes with the right kind of teachers! Besides, this might seal the deal between ourselves and the Agrestes for marriage!” So, one fate was avoided. It was at this point Marinette felt the mental shock. A view into another universe, one were the blonde terror came to the school and immediately started to berate her as low-class, that her macarons were tasteless, and screaming for a young bespectacled red-haired girl to follow her during recess. It was said girl that Marinette saw near the entrance of the school, looking just as lost. The vision of the other universe fresh in her head, she walked over and opened up the box her father had provided. “Hi, my name is Marinette! Would you like a macaron?” The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, almost as if she was questioning Marinette's motives and if this was, in fact, real. But then she looked down into the box, back towards her, and smiled. “I'm...Sabrina. It's nice to meet you! Um, do you have any strawberry ones?”

- We were inseparable from that day forward, best friends forevermore. Where would I be without Sabrina? Probably some stuttering mess. We each seemed to calm different parts of ourselves; her stopping my anxious “spirals” before they even start, and me encouraging her to stand up for herself. There's a strong mutual respect and understanding between us both; she's smart in the areas I'm not, and in turn I make up where she may falter. While I'm thankful for a lot of the “shocks” and their guidance, that one in particular has a special place in my heart as it gave two souls support and friendship. And two we were, until five years later a shock gave us our “missing” sister.

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Friendship Day. An annual scavenger hunt across all of Paris. Usually Sabrina and I don't participate, but a shock a few days ago convinced me to have us both take part this year. The celebrity we were supposed to try and find was Jagged Stone, and that's kind of cool, but at the same time we couldn't work together to try and do it. The rules of the day meant that a new “friend” would be assigned to us at random.

Which is a shame, because Sabrina and I probably could have made short work this whole thing.

My phone buzzed with the first clue, “With one turn of a handle, I can raise the level.” That was easy enough, the Canal Saint-Martin. That wasn't even very far away, maybe a few blocks. I thought back to what was shown to me in the shock while walking towards the canal lock. It was of a girl with black and purple hair and a boy with teal hair. Both of them had their backs turned, so I had no idea what they looked like, but...

...it seemed I was going to meet one of them today. The girl on the bridge looked almost the same as the one in my vision, though shorter somehow? But the hair was a dead giveaway, along with the fact that her clothing also seemed similar.

And that she had her back to me. I guess the best approach would be direct?

“Um, hello!”

That seemed to startle her more than anything, though she slowly turned around. Her face was covered by her hair, and her expression was one of fear. But we briefly locked eyes, and something in her seemed to calm right away. Enough for her to haltingly mumble something out. I barely caught it.

“Hello. I'm Juleka.”

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In the end, it turned out she was more scared about searching for Jagged Stone than meeting me; apparently her mother had something against him and she didn't really want Juleka to take part, but was free to do so anyways. Though we kept following the clues, we both eventually gave up the hunt and started to talk more about our lives. It turned out we had a few similar interests, and by the end of the day when we met up with Sabrina I had grown used to Juleka's unique way of speaking French.

It took Sabrina more time to get there, though.

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“I couldn't believe it Nettie, all she kept going on about was how “utterly ridiculous” I was! Everything from what I was wearing to if I couldn't get one of the clues right on the first try! I guess I drew the short straw on this whole thing.”

“It's alright Brina, you don't ever have to see her again at least.” I said, putting a supportive arm around her at the same time.

“I hope not. You know how I feel about bullies. But...” She turned her attention to the raven-haired girl sitting on the other side of me. “At least it looks like things were brighter on your end?”

“They were for sure! Juleka, this is Sabrina!”

Juleka's eyes darted up and down Sabrina, as if looking for some kind of hidden intention. After a moment, she breathed a small sigh of relief before letting out a mumble that was similar to what I had heard earlier in the day. Judging from the look on Sabrina's face, she hadn't quite caught what the other girl had said, so I served as a translator.

“She said it's nice to meet you.”

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From then on, we were a trio. Three Musketeers, all for one and one for all. I wasn't sure how Juleka would influence us at first, it was only later I realized that her tastes ended up seeping into Sabrina and I unnoticed, enough that all of us were wearing darker clothing by the time we hit our teens, not to mention a nose piercing (for Sabrina) and hair dye (for myself, which more than surprised my parents the day I showed up at home from a sleepover with pink highlights in my black hair). But none of that was a bad thing, if anything we embraced it all. We understood Juleka when very few would bother trying; her accented French could come out sounding low or in mumbles to others, but we knew what she saying. Juleka could be as chaotic as her mother around the right people, and it seemed as though we were her people.

The three of us were together enough that a language was taking form among ourselves; an unholy mix of French, Scottish Gaelic, English, and some Mandarin. Every weekend a sleepover, either at my place, Juleka's houseboat or Sabrina's apartment. Sabrina had in fact been over more times than I could count, largely because her father, Roger, trusted my parents and knew she was in good hands. He worked long hours as a police officer but took a step back from front-line duties as Sabrina got older, not wanting to be in danger and leave Sabrina without a parent. It took Roger...longer to get used to both Juleka and Anarka, her mother, but in the end was won over by a weird shared taste in rock music. Sabrina had told me when he was younger that Roger upheld the law to the letter but had significantly mellowed out over the years, which was good as Anarka didn't exactly park her boat in entirely legal areas. Our first combined sleepover on the Liberty also caused him concern as the boat had ended up in another place entirely overnight, but seeing his daughter happy must have helped warm things over.

Not to mention my own parents helping in that respect, too. I dearly love my papa and my maman; both of them work so hard to keep the bakery running, which means long days and nights, but they always also find ways to make time for me. Occasionally I pitch in, there have even been periods when Sabrina has as well, and they get along with Roger and Anarka. They've even taken on Juleka's brother as a delivery driver!

Oh yes...Luka.

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Houseboats aren't exactly meant to be stable. The swaying of the tides prevents that, same as if another boat comes along and tries to pull a smaller one into its wake.

Marinette gingerly took her steps onto the Liberty, the houseboat that belonged to the Couffaine family. It was her first time coming...aboard? She pondered what exactly to call it, as Juleka walked ahead of her. After coming over to her house a few times, the other girl decided that it was time to return the favour.

“And the Captain, my mathair, really wants to meet my new friends.”

This is how Marinette found herself aboard a boat for the first time. Feeling it bob up and down in the water wasn't helping things much, and the sudden sway in the river caused her footing to give way as she felt herself tumble backwards.

But someone caught her. She hadn't even realized someone was behind her, let alone able to catch her fall. But as she stared up into teal blue eyes, Marinette thought back to the boy in her vision from some time back. The boy who had teal hair and his back turned to her.

“Ah, thank you for catching me.”

“It's no trouble, living on a boat has its downsides. I've gotten used to the waves, they're as constant to me now as musical notes.”

That sounded familiar. It was if she had known him, but that couldn't have been possible, they had just met for the first time.

“So, what is your name? Mine is Luka.”

It had slightly caught her off guard, though Marinette should have known that question was coming. “Uh, my name is Mamamarinette!”

As Marinette dug her face into her sleeping bag to hide her shame, she just heard Luka give out a light chuckle.

“Hello, Ma-ma-marinette.”

-

I can admit to having a small crush on Luka. Love interests tend not to catch my attention until I've been friends with them for a while, something I've found out is being called demisexual. I'm content to let things build further and see where they go, and I think Luka has the same vibe. We haven't really done much aside from ice cream dates here and there. Besides, I only just turned fourteen. There's no need to rush anything, it's not like he's leaving any time soon. Anarka had come back to Paris so that Luka could attend a prestigious music school. Juleka was offered the same but she wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do yet, so of course Sabrina and I jumped at the chance to have her in our class, though it did mean she had to go down a grade because of odd timing.

We were now getting ready to enter our third year of school together. It seemed as though we wouldn't be switching classes, even with the addition of some new people into the school; I didn't pay attention to any of that but Sabrina had found out that not only was the daughter of the Mayor going to be in our school this year, but also the son of some famous fashion designer. Ag...something. Agreste maybe? That name had sounded familiar.

It didn't matter; nothing would change my year too much. Nothing exciting would happen, nothing out of the ordinary. I'm happy being normal, I'm happy in my life, with my friends.

But as I travelled to school, before meeting up with Sabrina and Juleka, little did I know my life would change in a big way. All because I picked up a small butterfly brooch that was lying in a puddle of water. I didn't even notice it at first but a purple jewel caught my sight. Bending down to pick it up, a terrible shock came to me, one of the worst I've ever experienced.

A vision of a girl in a ladybug outfit, a boy in leather made to look like a cat. Some figure calling himself “Hawkmoth”. A box that seemed to be filled with random jewellery. A bunch of mysterious figures that were guarding over said box, but it was stolen from a Temple-

“Nettie!”

I looked down the street and saw Sabrina calling out to me, with Juleka standing next to her. I couldn't just leave the broach, it seemed far too precious for that. Besides, if it gave off such a strong mental vision, maybe that meant that I was supposed to have it? I could always give it up later, and maybe someone was out looking for a piece of lost jewellery. Stuffing it into my pocket, I ran down to meet my friends. After school was over, maybe then I could figure out what to do with it.

For now, my last year at Collège Françoise Dupont was about to begin.

[desertgremlin]

Oh man, I hope you feel better! Do you normally get headaches or is this a random thing? Do you get migraines? I know how awful those are, so I hope you can get some rest and hopefully it passes soon.

And you totally made sense! "100% agree with you about The Look. It is there. It is undeniable!!! It gets me weak in the freaking knees. Carmy and Sydney just Get each other and those are my fave types of relationships. Ones where there’s a synergy, a shorthand. And that doesn’t mean they get along 24/7 - because lol just look at season one - but there’s always an understanding there at the bottom of it all and I live for it. So I agree, whatever way the writers go with it - there is def a soulmate type bond there. I can’t waitttt to see more of it in s2." Completely spot on. I love those kinds of relationships too. It shows that relationships will always take work and effort. Even if you have something with someone where it's just an instant click, it doesn't mean you are mind readers and that you will agree on everything. Like you said, in season 1, Carmy fucked up and so did Syd. But they have a foundation of understanding. It's like puzzle pieces: you aren't the same, and you may have to work at finding how to fit, but ultimately, you do fit and precisely because you are different, that's what allows you to fit together. That first time they meet, when Carmy sees her....he just looked so....I don't know...like, he looked awake. Like he could finally see things clearly for the first time. I think some people would say that that is love at first sight and I don't know if that exists, but if that's what it was, it was there! And I am totally for having more ace characters in shows. So glad you brought that up. But I also think that like, asexuality is not the same as being aromantic, and maybe Carmy is both, but he hasn't given us any indication that he isn't. He is so like, soft around Sydney, they way he isn't around other people. Even with other characters, like with Tina and Sugar and Marcus, he obviously trusts and likes them, but there is like this....sense of responsibility that he gives off. Like, I don't wanna say he has his guard up, but with Sydney, he is vulnerable. I feel like he is completely himself and he doesn't even have to think about doing that. He just does it in her presence. Like, he was quick to tell her that he went to Al-Anon, when it took him a while to tell Sugar (and she had been begging him to go). Doesn't that say something?

Thanks bestiee, I don't get bad headaches or migraines frequently but sometimes the computer + the lights at work get to me and when it does it's the WORST 💀 It was gone when I woke up this morning though, thankfully.

He looked awake; like he could finally see things clearly for the first time. I love describing it like that! Sydney was like a breath of fresh air coming into the restaurant & his life.

Yep, I should've specified between aro/ace, my bad! But you're right, whatever's happening there between those two is leagues different from the other relationships Carmy has - so that is definitely Significant™ and you can't ignore it. It'll be interesting to see his dynamic with Molly Gordon's character whether she's an ex/love interest/friend from the past. Like, could it also serve to show that Carmy and Sydney's bond is unique and, like, special? Let's see.

anyway when is it MY turn to get someone to look at me like Carmy looks at Sydney, I'm waiting 👉⌚︎ 😂

also bestie totally up to you obviously but if you wanna hit me up on messages please feel free! I feel bad that my replies aren't as long and detailed as yours but I'm like, so conscious of everyone else reading what I think of shows and being like... girl ur so wrong 😩 lmaoo. but if you wanna stay anon that's so so fine <3 <3

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. lady robin hood honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😅

Oh no! Delays suck. But it's good that you guys got to CA safely. That's a long drive from the airport to their house..

I am freezing my butt over here. It is snowing and the temperature is down to 10 degrees. Do you wanna trade? I can go enjoy the heat in CA while you play in the snow here. Hahaha 🤣 so all the clothes you brought are thick layers? Hopefully it does get cold but I doubt it because all the cold temperatures are heading my way haha

Hm so you like stories that have a dark theme to it?

So I listened to some songs of Glass Animals. I love his voice. It gives me a soft bar vibe hahaha I think my favorite so far is Your Love. And I didn't know they are the ones who sings Heat Wave. I like that song too.

Hm is it bad that I have a lot of crushes? Hahaha 😅 okay so technically one of them is the girl from the past that I have been crushing on since grade school. I've always like her since we were younger and we don't talk much now but whenever I see her on social media, it's like feelings come back?? And I hate it lol.

The others are sort of recent. Yeah the tumblr crush, she's cool but I don't know, I don't wanna put feelings into it because it might turn out bad.

Haha I guess I could be. One time for our anniversary, I gave her a book of all the letters I wrote to her but never sent (because we were long distance at first).

Sounds like a busy day! How many brothers does he have? So his parents are not together?

Anyways, it's almost Christmas time! Are you guys going to take Emily to see some lights or decorated houses?

- CuriousGeorge

Corn-punn righty eyebag! Hello hello! I'm back! But i bet u r asleep already since u r 2 hours ahead i think.

I tried not to be rude to be on the phone when they were talking.

How r u? Hows everything in the last 2 days?

Sorry for the late reply.. we went to have sushi for lunch, then went to his brother's house to chill nncatch up. Got mexican food for dinner n too the kids to see christmas light neighborhood. Em fell asleep so easy because she was so tired. She had a big meltdown before go to dinner but thank god we could handle it.hahaha.

I'm so tired today.. i had to wake up early tomorrow because im gonna go to indonesian food place to hv some food n bring home some desert. 😁

Hahaha yeah we can trade place n weather for a bit .today was kinda chilly n windy so i still wore my pull over hoodie n thick jeans at noon n wore my coat at night when we were walking to see the christmas light.

I didnt bring all of the thick clothes but u brought long sleeves. Some of them r thick ones, some of them r thin.. i got upset because i took out the cardigans last minutes. Which they would be perfect for the weather right now.🙄😒

Yeah i like dark stories or thriller that has that vibes i told u. Because usually it focuses more on the antagonist's mind such as why they do what they did, or why they did it n what wrong step they did that got them caught, or the revelation of who did it.. N it's interesting. Even better that usually it has plot twist at the end. I love movies like that. I can recommend u some movies like that if u want. 😊

I wish i can write that kind of story someday.. 😊 a thriller story.

Yeah i love Glass Animals. The singer's voice is pretty unique.. n their style of music is pretty different. I love Your Love song. It inspired an interesting plot idea..😁

He has 3 younger brothers. He is the oldest. N em is the first granddaughter on his dad's side. His parents divorced a long time ago but they get a long well so they still hang out or attend each other's family gathering.

Yes we took em n her cousins see christmas light neighborhood. There are quite a few big neighborhood that do that every year on christmas n halloween too.

It sucks when i got the chance to reply u, u r either not awake yet or already went to bed because of the time difference. But oh well, i hope it doesnt bore u from waiting. Just leave me next questions after this. Will for sure still reply u asap

Cheerio!

[padfootagain]

The Adviser

Hey! I'm writing this little fic for @musicallisto's event! I'm using her prompts 4 and 29 for Caspian :

4. “Can you stay with me?”

29.“Their hands on your skin…”

I'm also including a bit of the drunken confessions trope for this one!

I hope you all like it, tell me what you think about it, and thank you again Clara for hosting this event! This is just pure fluff, you know me, it's soft hours time!!!! We love cute clichés here!

Pairing : Caspian x reader

Word Count: 3597 (I've proofread but I've been writing for four hours and my brain is fried, I am so sorry if there are more mistakes than usual, forgiiiiiive meeeeee!!!)

You shouldn't have been drinking like this. Deep down, you knew it was a mistake. But what choice did you have? It was the only way to forget what this princess what doing at that moment.

Her hand was on Caspian's arm, and you didn't fail to notice the way her fingers slipped down the length of his velvet sleeve to brush against the skin of his wrist. You took another large gulp of liquor, but the image was already printed all over your eyelids when you closed your eyes and tried to blink the sight away.

It was more than you could stand. So much more than what you were humanly able to stomach. And the worst part of it all, really, was that none of this was Caspian's fault. He didn't even know about how you felt for him, so how could he have guessed that him letting her touch him like this, being so close to him, were hurting so.

But it did hurt. God, it hurt so bad.

The room was full of noises and conversations. You were celebrating the signing of a new commercial agreement between Narnia and their neighbours. It was exciting, and all the politicians that had been involved in the elaboration of the treaty and its negotiations were now enjoying a much-deserved celebration. The treaty had been signed earlier in the afternoon, and hopefully it was the first step towards a friendship between the two nations.

And you should have been celebrating as well, because after all, this treaty was your baby. You had written parts of it, you had worked for months to convince lords that this treaty was a good thing. You had worked and worked relentlessly for so long on this project. It was your baby, in a way.

When you had begun this adventure, you had envisioned yourself in the position you were finally in now. With a signed treaty resting on the king's desk in his study, and surrounded by lords, princesses and other important political figures, drinking wine and eating pastries and laughing as the future seemed a little brighter than it was before.

What you had never imagined though, was that during the months you had spent working closely with the King of Narnia, you would fall madly, desperately, hopelessly in love with him.

You wanted to slap some sense into your own head for falling for him the way you had, but it would be useless. There was nothing you could have done to avoid it. And every time you looked at him, you were reminded of this cruel truth. Nothing could have prevented you from falling in love with the king, not even yourself, not even him. Nothing, no one, could save you now.

Sometimes, it was driving you mad, really. The way he was so kind, and a little shy around you. You forgot that he was even a king, then. He had a way to make you feel safe by simply smiling at you. There was something in the way he walked, in the way he held himself, that would have betrayed his rank if he had tried to hide it. He was so… inspiring, in a way. More than that, he was magnetic. When he walked into a room, it was clear who he was. A mere glimpse at him, and even if one had no idea what the King of Narnia looked like, they would have recognized him. But then he would blush in the most precious way when complimented, bending his head as if to hide his reaction, and there was so much hesitation in his polite smiles, as if he wasn't sure what to do with himself. Maybe it was that contrast that had make your heart melt. The way he was the most charismatic man when you saw him, and the kindest when you talked to him.

Yes, yes, that was it. Or at least, part of it. Maybe it was the starting point of it all. Then, every single detail that made him unique had sealed the deal, and your heart was his, for good.

At the end of the day, though, no matter how much you loved him and how friendly and kind he was to you, he was still the King, and you were merely a representative. There was nothing special about your ancestry, even if your position now was quite high in the government. But you were one of the King's advisors, that was all, and every time you looked at one of these princesses throwing all their charms and manners at Caspian, you really couldn't hold it against him to fall for them and not you.

If he had known these inner thoughts of yours, he would have been adamant at contradicting you, at telling you that you were just as special as they were. But he was busy talking to one of them, and you were busy drinking. It ought to be the way things were meant to be, right?

After a couple more glasses of wine, your head was starting to spin and Caspian seemed to finally notice that something was off with you. He frowned hard as he saw you reaching for the nearest wall to keep your balance, while you lifted your glass to your lips again. You finished all the alcohol in one gulp. It wasn't like you though, to drink like this…

At first, he thought maybe you were simply letting loose more than usual in celebration for the treaty, but you didn't seem happy at all. On the contrary, your features were twisted in one of pain. Were you sick? A wave of fear rushed to his heart, crushing the little organ in his chest. He hurried to excuse himself and leave the princess he had been talking to. He was aware it was barely polite, but if you were unwell, he didn't exactly care about the etiquette. In fact, all his thoughts were set upon you and his worry now, he couldn't even realize what he was doing as he crossed the room in just a few long strides, ignoring people in the crowd trying to intercept him as he passed by.

You hadn't noticed him approaching, you had settled your attention on the marble ground, in an attempt to avoid seeing Caspian talk with the flirty princess that had been clinging to him for the past hour. Only when his brown boots appeared on the floor right before you did you notice his presence. You looked up in a jolt, your hair growing with fear and apprehension, while your quick movement made your head spin even more than before.

"Your Majesty," you mumbled, trying to stand a little straighter. "Can I… do anything for you?"

Your words were slurred, obvious sign of your intoxication. Caspian's frown only deepened.

"I was about to ask you the same question, you don't seem to be well," the king answered.

"I… I am perfectly fine," you lied.

"You seem to need a bit of fresh air," Caspian insisted. "Let me accompany you to the gardens."

You didn't have the strength to fight against him or argue in any way. Besides, Caspian was right, you did need a bit of fresh air to clear your mind. So you let him take your arm, assuring your balance, while he guided you outside.

The afternoon was slowly dying out into the early evening. The sun was still quite high in the summer sky, but the heat it released had diminished as the hours passed by. A salty breeze was blowing through the roses in full blossoms and the branches of the tall oaks that offered their shades to the visitors. It was quiet though, most of the inhabitants of the castle being either busy with their daily tasks, or at the reception. It was an easy task for Caspian to find a quiet spot for the two of you to walk by.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, noticing your steps were a little steadier, even if he still kept a careful hold on your arm, just in case.

"I did need a bit of air, indeed. Thank you. I feel better," you nodded.

You tried to give him a smile, but it was harder to hide your feelings when you were drunk. It seemed more like a wince, instead, and Caspian fully turned to you this time, stopping you in your tracks in the middle of the narrow path in between the bushes of roses. He remained silent for a while, the noises of the wind in branches and the bees buzzing in the flowers the only sounds you could hear. And in this quiet place, staring right into the king's dark eyes was even more hypnotizing than usual. You were suddenly very aware that the two of you were alone. And very aware that his hand still rested on your arm too…

"Are you sick? What is wrong?"

Under his insisting tone, you recognized worry. If Caspian had tried to hide it, he had failed miserably.

"I… am quite fine. I think I simply celebrated a little too much…"

"You seemed sad back there," the king shook his head, cutting you off because you could finish your lie. "You did not seem to be celebrating at all. Why? What happened?"

"Nothing. I guess… I must be very tired. The negotiations were difficult and…"

"Why are you lying to me?"

You merely stared at him, not knowing what to answer.

"I know you are lying. I know you. Why will you not tell me what is bothering you?"

"It… is nothing…"

"Is it why you drank too much?"

"I am not drunk…"

"Yes, you are. You can barely stand."

"I can," you replied, even if it wasn't true. You knew that if Caspian suddenly let go of you, you would probably fall down in the roses, and the thought of the many thorns cutting your skin wasn't particularly appealing to you.

Caspian's frown slowly disappeared though. From worry, his expression changed to one of sadness and hurt, but you didn't understand why.

"I am your friend, Y/N. Why will you not tell me? I could help…"

You let out a bitter laugh. The liquor was taking the better of your judgement, for you would have never answered him this way had you been sober.

"My friend? As if we were friends…"

Caspian stared at you with the most puzzled expression you had ever seen adorning his handsome features.

"What do you mean? Of course, we are friends."

"We are not friends. You are the king, and I am… a commoner working for you."

There was so much hurt passing through Caspian's eyes, but you didn't feel guilty. It was true, after all. And the sight of this woman with him… with her eyes all over him, and the way she leaned towards him…

It was more than you could take…

"I thought we were more than just that by now," Caspian answered in a low voice.

"How could we be?"

"Why did you drink so much tonight?"

"Because I cannot take it anymore… I… these feelings I just… I can't fight them…"

"Feelings? What…?"

But then it dawned on him, only, not completely.

Of course, a question of heart would explain your sadness and your drinking tonight, such behaviours that were so out of character for you. He wasn't particularly good at hiding the way his heart broke in his chest at the thought that you loved someone else, though. He had to be thankful for your inebriated state that made you fail to notice his reaction when it was written all over his features.

He opened his mouth to ask who this was about, but you spoke first. The wine was making your mind blurry, your thoughts turning into a whirlwind, bumping into each other and making your usual filters lift. In any other circumstances, you would have never said any of the words you were about to utter, but then, liquor and broken hearts make confessions tumble easily.

"I cannot do this anymore. I want to resign."

"Resign? What…?"

"I cannot handle it. Being around you all the time…" you went on, barely realizing Caspian was trying to speak. "And today seeing her… her hands on your skin and…"

Your voice broke, and you lost your balance for good. Caspian was still here though, and he managed to catch you in his arms right before you would fall to the dusty ground.

His brain was repeating again and again your words, trying to analyse their meanings…

Did it mean that… you… was it about him, then?

"I will take you to your room. You need to rest. Come on…"

With the gentlest gestures, he guided you back inside and to your room, crossing empty corridors and avoiding people as much as he could. No one else but him needed to see you like this.

He helped you settle in bed, and only then did he notice that you were crying.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled.

He brushed your tears away. He had never touched you this way before, and it made his heart pound in his chest like it had never before. He let his fingers linger a little longer on your cheek.

"You must rest. We will talk about this in the morning."

He gave you a warm smile before turning away, but you held him back, catching his wrist before he could walk too far away. He turned to you again with a puzzled look.

"Can you stay with me?"

Your voice was barely more than a whisper, uncertain and fragile. He was used to hearing it loud and confident while you discussed amongst politicians and advisers, it was such a drastic change, it scared him. It was evident you needed someone to take care of you at that moment, and Caspian wouldn't have let anyone else do it in his stead.

He should have gone back to the reception, but how could he leave your side now?

So, he dragged a chair next to your bed, and sat down, offering you a reassuring smile. He held your hand in his, giving it a soothing squeeze.

"As you wish. But you need to sleep now."

"Are you angry?"

"No, I am not. We will talk about it tomorrow. Now, you need to sleep. Close your eyes."

You did as ordered, and fell asleep as soon as your eyelids had fallen. The warmth of Caspian's hand on yours was the last thing you remembered before surrendering to slumber.

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Your headache wasn't the worst thing that happened when you woke up. Nor was your nausea, or the disgusting taste that lingered on your tongue. No, the worst part of waking up was the note you found folded by the side of your bed.

Caspian would be waiting to see you in his office.

If parts of the previous day were a little blurry, you still remembered perfectly your conversations with the King.

He would ask you to resign. Or he might even fire you altogether. He could have asked you already for someone to pick up your things and carry them out of the castle… but then, Caspian was a kind man, and you weren't altogether surprised when you picked up an outfit to dress up and found all your belongings exactly where they belonged.

After your behaviour, there was no other alternative. You had been disrespectful, and you highly doubted that the king would appreciate working with someone who had romantic feelings for him.

But your pride made you decide that you would resign first. You would not let him throw you out of the castle. If you had to leave, which was painful enough already, never to see the man you loved again, then at the very least, you could be spared the humiliation of being pushed away. At least, you would be the one leaving.

You made your way to his office, at last. Taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. Your heart missing a beat when you heard Caspian's low voice answering on the other side. You walked in.

Caspian welcomed you with a smile, he was sitting at his desk, his back to the stained-glass windows that painted colours all across the room. The light coming from behind him made the image ethereal, a vision you could have summoned in one of your dreams…

"Good morning, Y/N. Please, take a sit," he invited you. "Are you feeling better?"

You struggled to swallow, cleared your voice. His voice made butterflies tickle your belly, but you ignored the feeling. You ignored how much you wanted to comply and approach him. This was not the time. Now was the time to be strong.

You remained at a safe distance from his desk, refusing to sit down.

"Your Majesty," you tried to keep your voice steady, but couldn't help the slight shake that accompanied your words. "I am well, thank you."

He opened his mouth to speak again, but you interrupted him, raising your hand to silence him.

"Please, your Majesty… let me speak."

He nodded, letting you continue. You took a deep breath, and finally gathered the strength you needed to speak again.

"I…My behaviour yesterday was… unforgiveable. And I am aware that I have crossed a line. What transpired last night is the proof that I can no longer work for you and serve Narnia at the best of my abilities as your adviser anymore. It is why I would like to resign. I would be very thankful if you would agree to allow me to stay in the castle for one last week, to allow me to look for a new home. My resignation will be effective immediately, and I can write it down, if you want me to."

Caspian remained silent for a moment, before slowly standing up, and walking towards you. His hands behind his back, he only stopped when he was but one step away from you. You stared at him, waiting for his reaction, completely motionless.

"I agree that… your confessions from last night make it impossible for us to continue like this. Things cannot remain the same now."

You fought with all your might to refrain your tears, that merely gather at the corner of your eyes, but didn't fall. You didn't flinch, nor did you back away though.

"I do think that you need to resign from your position in our government. I would not be… proper… to have my advisor be…"

"I will inform the rest of the staff immediately," you interrupted him. Which was incredibly rude, interrupting the king… but you couldn't take it. You couldn't stomach the pain that it would make you feel to hear him say the words he was about to utter.

It was enough that he didn't love you. You didn't need him to say it out loud.

You turned on your heels, but Caspian didn't let you step away. He caught your wrist before you could move away, and you turned back towards him, your eyes growing in surprise.

"I have not dismissed you, yet," he told you, quirking an eyebrow.

"I apologize, your Majesty."

Caspian gave you a smile. You wondered what was worth smiling for though.

"I thought we had agreed that there was no need to call me this way when we are alone."

"Things have changed."

"Not nearly enough, yet."

It was your time to frown.

"There is no need for you to move out of the Castle."

"But I…"

"Would you like to take a walk in the gardens with me this afternoon?"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, completely confused.

"I… don't understand…"

"Did you mean what you said? Yesterday? Or did I not understand you right? I thought you said you had feelings for me."

You nodded, unable to answer, fleeing Caspian's gaze.

"I did… but…"

"Well, I am asking you if you would like to take a walk with me this afternoon."

"But I… why?"

His smile grew fonder, and you noticed the way his fingertips were shaking when he reached to hold your other hand.

"I… was hoping you would… like to spend some time with me," Caspian added, hesitant this time, a little shy, pinker shades appearing to colour his cheeks. "Not as my advisor but… as… a friend…"

"A friend?" you repeated, stunned.

"Or well… maybe… maybe more than a friend."

"But I… I am…"

"I feel the same way."

He had said the last sentence as fast as he could, forcing the words out like he would have pulled an arrow out of a wound. In one, quick motion, before the strength and courage would fail him.

Your mouth fell open.

"You… you do?" you stuttered, out of breath for some reason. You only just then noticed that you seemed to have forgotten how to breathe altogether.

"I do. And well… I am afraid that you need to resign, for it would be impossible for me to court one of my advisors. But as you have done so, I thought… what about a walk?"

There were a thousand thoughts swarming in your head, and most of them were going against Caspian's idea. Most of them told you this was impossible.

But you chose to simply ignore all of them, and answer what your heart was desperately begging you to say instead.

"Yes. Yes, a walk would be lovely."

[067supremacy]

WARNING! Mentions of death, loss, and grief 

Your one and only - Jill Valentine

I'm sorry in advance 💔

Rain and tears mingle on your face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness of your eyes gives any clue to your sadness, and in this city, who will look closely enough to tell. There is a heaviness to your woolen coat that was absent when you left the hospital.

The rain beats down on you like a drum; the sheer force, combined with your ultimate sadness, was tiring. The massive sign covered in graffiti signaled that you had just entered the local park. Seems a good enough place as any to have a breakdown.

The children play park came in to view, and that's when the memories of your childhood spiked; it was this exact play park you met the love of your life, Jill. Better times and Better memories.

Yesterday was so simple, you picked up the expensive ring you could barely afford, you got Jills' favorite flowers, her go-to snacks. And even had her favorite movie ready to play. Jill always said she wanted subtle, so a proposal in the apartment you now shared together seemed perfect. Little did you know that shortly after midnight, you would get a call.

A call you hoped would never come, a call you couldn't imagine would ever come. The sound of a man's voice, easily mid-'50s, said with nothing but sorrow, the two words you never wanted to hear. "I'm sorry,"

The rest of the call was a blur; you couldn't even remember hanging up. But you had one destination, and that was the Raccoon City Hospital.

It was fairly routine for people with Jills' skill set, a possible kidnap and hostage situation. You didn't know the details, and quite frankly, you didn't care for them, but the man who was responsible for that crime had just taken the life of your one and only.

Your mind was in denial; she would be fine. Sitting up in the hospital bed with a slight cut, anxiously awaiting your arrival.

This was far from the case. The sad smile the doctor offered you; told you everything you needed to know. She was gone—your Jill. The sight you entered on was sickening. Multiple bullet wounds scattered her chest and stomach, tubes, and wires were surrounding her body. Her face was pale white, but her neck under was stained crimson red.

The overwhelming urge to release the contents of your stomach was stopped, for you had to be strong at this moment. The tears you tried so hard to keep back were eventually released—a downpour, similar to the one outside.

It was almost as if mother nature had taken your soul as a reference to how the weather would be. At first, the flood gates opened, and as you stroked her cold, bloodless cheek, the rain got heavier and heavier.

Your tears of sadness soon became anger. When the anger crept up, you could hear the light rumble of impending thunder, followed by the deadly strike of lightning.

The devil himself would have been shaking at your fury, begging for endless mercy.

She was right in front of you, even in death, she was angelic. You took this opportunity to let everything out. Your agonizing wails of pain echoed through the empty hospital hallways; patients, doctors, and nurses could all hear your life unfolding. This is genuine pain.

As preparations for Jills' body were put into place, you kissed her hand one last time. The last time. Your heart was officially broken; no amount of time would heal this fracture on your being. The second you exited the hospital room, you felt nothing.

A man you knew to be Jills' partner, Chris, was standing by the door. He, too, looked distraught, his tall, overpowering demeanor was gone. Replaced by utter sadness, he avoided eye contact as he caught your attention.

"I'm so sorry, I-I tried my best, but- "

You shook your head in response. You knew Chris would take this hard; Jill was his partner after all.

"Don't do that to yourself, she wouldn't let you," That was all you could manage; it was blunt but to the point.

"In the event of one of our- this is for you, I promised I would give it to you,"

Chris held out a small envelope, which you took before aimlessly walking through the silent corridor.

With those thoughts pushed aside, you looked down at the wrinkled envelope; it was slightly water damaged, so you hoped whatever was inside was still intact.

You took a seat by the playground; it was covered from rain by a small canopy. As you open the envelope, you take a deep breath when you realize it's a letter, and the handwriting is unmistakable. It was Jill who wrote this.

"So, I'm not good with this sort of thing. I hope that you never have to read this.

Anyway, Hi, babe. If you receive this letter then, well. I'm gone.

I want to start off by saying that I'm sorry. I know how you will react to this; you will be upset at first, but that will turn to anger; it will be with others at first, but soon the anger will be with yourself. Please don't let it consume you; I know you won't fight it, which is why I will personally come back and throw it out of you. (Drawn smiley face) when my light goes out, and it's my time to settle down, just know that my main concern will be you. Always you.

Secondly, I love you. I dedicated everything I have to you, but it still feels like it isn't enough. When I get home tonight, I will be sure to tell you ten times over just how much I love you.

Finally, since you probably/hopefully won't see this, I should tell you that I may have plans to get you a puppy for your birthday. You won't stop talking about it and well if it makes you smile. It will make me smile. Also want to add that I'm still waiting for you to propose; stop teasing me with it and ask the question already! The answer is always yes.

You're the one I can't live without.

This fact is true, I have no doubt.

I love the way you smile at me.

I love the way together we're free.

Your one and only, Jill."

Everything about this letter was crushing. She was waiting for you to propose. God was playing a sick game right now; he had no respect for your life. Everything that you wanted was supposed to happen tonight. You would finally spend the rest of your life with her until the powers beyond took it all away.

The tears continued to fall, and the rain had yet to die down. Looking out at the busy street beyond the park, the neon glow of high street shops surrounded by water droplets, created the aesthetic of a lifetime. You began to see her face in the rain; you could make out every single detail that made her so unique. As a flash of lightning temporarily blinded your vision, by the time it was back. Her face was gone.

There was no doubt that tonight would forever be remembered, just not in the way you hoped. The night you were to ask Jill for her hand in marriage was the same night you lost her forever.

[cordonian-literature]

The Aftermath - Ch. 14

Goodbye, NYC

SUMMARY: The group leaves for Cordonia

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: Mention of character death

A/N: i am soooo sorry that i haven’t updated as regularly, i’ve been pretty drained this past week but hopefully it won’t happen again. & also i just wanted to give my thanks to each and every one of you for all the comments, likes, & reblogs. it means more than you all could know <3

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- Eleanor - 

Today was our last day of school since we were all leaving for Cordonia tomorrow. When Rowan dropped us off, she told us that it was okay to feel sad about leaving. That made me think I was going to tear up when I would have to say goodbye to all my friends, but surprisingly, it wasn't that difficult, considering that I knew I would never see these people again in my life.

When Rowan picked us back up, I decided to ask Gabe how his day had gone. Ever since that dinner with Mama and Liam, he had been distant. And honestly, that upset me.

All of the adults had were occupied lately, helping Mama get to her appointments and trying to make her feel better. Grandma and Rowan had been helping us pack, and Rowan was always busy trying to make sure that Grandma didn't change her mind about us going with Liam. So since everyone else had something to do, I only had Gabe to spend the day with, and now that Gabe was distancing himself from me, I was technically alone.

Rowan opens up the door to our penthouse, telling us to go inside. She said that she would be back in a couple of hours and had to go home and pack (since Grandma decided that the only way she was going to let us go was if Rowan came with us). I closed the door and turned to tell Gabe about my day, but he had disappeared.

I walked into the living room, finding it empty. I heard voices from the dining room, but I didn't feel like talking to Liam's friends at the moment, so I go towards our bedrooms, leaving my backpack next to the couch.

Once I reach Gabe's door, I knock. I hear him cough from the other side, so I try to open the door, but the handle doesn't turn.

"Gaaaaabbbeee!" I call to him. "Please don't lock yourself in your room again!"

"Go away!" he shouts at me. "Leave me alone! And stop being annoying!"

I shake the door handle a few more times, to which Gabe responds, "Stop it! Don't break my door!"

"I won't break it if you open it!" I call back.

"No!"

I feel tears burning at the backs of my eyes. If Gabe wasn't going to talk to me, who was? Everyone else in the house was busy. And all I wanted was to talk about my day at school.

I look around me at the empty hallway and suddenly feel so alone. I feel empty, but at the same time, I feel like there are so many emotions inside of me that I was going to burst.

So... if Gabe wasn't going to talk to me, and I had said goodbye to all of my friends in school today... did that mean that I really had no companions to speak with anymore?

I feel so far away from everyone else. I couldn't go into the dining room with everyone because I didn't belong there (and they probably didn't want a crying baby to ruin the mood), and I couldn't go to Gabe either because he didn't want me near him.

I had never really felt lonely before. Friendly people always surrounded me, and there was still a shoulder for me to cry on. Now there was no one and nothing.

If I felt like this at home in New York... then would I feel worse in Cordonia? Where I didn't know what the houses or apartments looked like, how the other kids acted, how their subways worked?

Suddenly I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay. I wanted the loneliness to go instead of me. Why did Gabe want me to be alone? Weren't we supposed to be in this together?

I ball my fists and start pounding on Gabe's door, and eventually start crying, too. The tears blur my vision, and I couldn't even see the outline of the door, but as long as my hand hurt a little when it made contact with whatever was in front of me, I took that as a good sign.

I was about to start kicking the door, but a pair of large, soft hands grab my arms and pin them to my sides. The person turns me towards them, and I come face-to-face with Liam. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and the corners of his mouth tilt downwards in concern.

I stop crying for a moment, allowing the remaining tears in my eyes to fall so that I could fully see Liam.

Daddy used to make the same expression that was on Liam's face, and for half a second, I actually see my father instead of Liam. Even though Liam's hair was blond and his eyes are blue, while Daddy's hair was dark brown, and his green eyes were always on the other side of a pair of glasses — their expressions are frighteningly similar. I have to stop myself from referring to Liam as my father.

And that took a lot of energy. I take a shaky breath to stop the words from escaping, and when I see Daddy again after Liam's eyes twitch, I bury my face in Liam's neck and continue crying.

"Oh, Ella, it's alright." He wraps his arms around me, which is so comforting that I start crying even harder. I missed having someone envelop me such safe hugs. Liam rubs a hand along my back. "It's alright. You're alright, I'm here."

I hear the click of a lock and know that Gabriel has opened his door. I can't see him, but I feel Liam's neck crane upward to look at Gabe.

"Sorry, Ella," my brother says. "I didn't realize you were outside."

"You're lying," I mumble into Liam's neck.

Liam sighs but keeps me in his arms until my crying subsides. I hear Gabe retreat into his room again. Liam pats my back, and I remove myself from his embrace to follow my brother into his room, wiping my tears on my sleeve, my bout of angry sadness over.

Gabe is on his bed, playing with his Nintendo Switch. I can't tell what game he's playing, but I hear the animated characters' grunts and catchphrases. Looking around his room, I see that the shelves along the walls of the room are half empty. There were open suitcases in front of his closet, which still had a few clothes that needed to be packed. (Thankfully, Grandma had already helped me pack all of my things, so I didn't have to worry about my own clothes).

I look at Gabe, wondering if he would talk to me now. Understanding that he wasn't going to glance up from his game, I'm about to ask him if I can use his PlayStation before he puts it away, but Liam speaks up.

"I know it must be difficult for both of you—" he stares at Gabe, trying to get his attention, "—having to leave your home and everything you know to start living in a foreign country. It's not going to be the same there as it is for you here." His shoulders are tense, and he pulls his hand behind his back. Liam seems uncomfortable, and it's not a good look for him. "You will also spend a lot of time under public attention, and that may be difficult to adjust to. I want you both to know that if there's anything you need, I'll always be there to help you through it."

"Yeah, you said that already," Gabe mumbles, still playing his game.

Liam's face falls. He opens his mouth a little but then closes it again. Liam turns to look at me, and I smile at him.

He hesitates for another moment before saying, "How was school today, Eleanor?"

"It was nice!" I tell him, suddenly giddy with excitement, remembering all the events of the day. "My teacher told the gym teacher that today was my last day, and so the gym teacher brought out these scooters that we had to sit on, and we played football on the scooters! And then look!" I hold out my finger to him, and he cups my hand in his to bring it closer to his face. "My team was about to win, and I had the ball, but then this girl from the other team, Veronica, who doesn't like me, made her scooter go over my finger and then my nail broke a little bit and started bleeding a little and then I had to go to the nurse, and the nurse gave me a lollipop! I would give it to you, but I ate it already. Sorry."

He looks back at my face, gently running his thumb over my bandaged finger. One corner of Liam's mouth lifts, and he says, "That's alright. It seems like you had an exciting day. Did Veronica get in trouble?"

"Nuh-uh," I exclaim, shaking my head. "She rolled away. And then when I came back from the nurse, everyone was waiting because we had to go back to our class and when we got there the teacher gave us pizza and tiny cupcakes! But then I had to say goodbye to everyone, and it was sad."

He kneels down on one knee so that our faces are at the same level. "Well, I know it must be upsetting to say goodbye to your friends, but I'm sure you'll make new ones in Cordonia."

I shrug, not really believing him.

"Oh, don't be like that. I know many children in court that would love to be your friend!"

"Like who?" I ask him.

"Well..." he looks away, deep in thought. "How about Bartie?"

"Bartie never wants to do anything!" I tell him.

"And all he does," Gabe speaks up, finally putting his game down, "is walk around saying, 'I mustn't, Your Highness. No, thank you, Your Highness.' He's so boring. And why does he call me that? My name is Gabriel."

I notice that Gabe put his Switch on the bed, so I run for it and start trying to play the game.

Liam stands and comes to sit on the edge of the bed. "Since we are going to announce to the public that you are my son, you will be anointed as my heir and will be the Crown Prince. Whenever someone speaks to you, they will refer to you as 'Your Highness.'"

"Why?" Gabe asks. He leans into my side, trying to see what I'm doing in the game. I make my character, a really buff dude with a red headband, jump around other characters who are chasing him.

"That's how it works," Liam states. "They refer to their king and queen as 'Your Majesty,' whose Latin root word is 'greatness.' They call the prince or princesses 'Your Highness,' because of their high status. Bartie is accustomed to a life of formality, so it's natural for him."

"So...," Gabe turns to Liam, "they call you 'Your Majesty' because you're the king, right?"

"Nuh-uh!" I exclaim. Liam chuckles, and when I turn to look at him and laugh along, the Nintendo Switch vibrates, and a man's voice from the game screams 'GAME OVER!'

Gabe takes the device from my hands and starts another game. Liam points at Gabe's suitcases. "Do you need any help packing the rest of your things?"

"Nah, I'm good. Grandma said she'd give me a hand with everything that's left," Gabe responds. As an afterthought, he adds, "Thank you, though."

Liam gives a small nod. "Well, then... I wanted to let you both know that I am leaving for Cordonia today."

Gabriel looks up. "I thought we were all leaving together?"

"Yes, but since the press doesn't know that you're my son, we have to be discreet and enter the country at different times to make sure news or rumors don't get out before we're ready to give an announcement."

"So when are we going to see you?" I ask.

"A few days after you settle in with the Beaumonts, I'll come to see how you are all doing, and I'll bring you back to the capital for the social season."

"That's the thing you were asking Mama about?" I question.

He gives a small smile. "Yes, your mother has gone through the social season before."

Bastien interrupts our little conversation by knocking on the door. "Your Majesty," he says. "The jet should be ready now. Shall we depart?"

"Yes, thank you for alerting me, Bastien." Liam stands and turns back to us. "I'll see you two very soon."

"Okay!" I exclaim, getting off of the bed to give Liam a hug.

He puts a hand on my head, and when I back away, he tells me, "If there are any mean Veronicas in Cordonia, promise you'll tell me if they bother you?"

I laugh a little and then promise.

When we part, I see Gabe and Liam stare at each other awkwardly, but neither of them makes a move. After a few moments, Gabriel lifts his hand in farewell. Liam smiles and nods, and then leaves.

For a few more minutes, I watch Gabe play, waiting for him to give me a turn. Before he gets a chance to start the game again and give it to me, we hear his phone vibrating from the inside of his backpack. When he crosses the room to take it out, before answering it, he tells me, "It's Uncle Boris!"

Uncle Boris was Daddy's college friend, and also our Godfather. We hadn't seen him in a while. He was traveling around Europe for business and to spend time with his wife and kids. We were actually supposed to visit him a couple weeks ago, but because of the bombing, we couldn't.

Gabe answers the phone and puts it on speakerphone. We both huddle in front of it and a nostalgic joy vibrates in my heart when I hear Uncle Boris' thick Russian accent call out, "Hello, zayats!"

We giggle at the nickname that hasn't worn off since Gabe lost his front teeth (when they came back in, Uncle Boris had commented that he looked like a little rabbit), and then in union we say, "Hi, Uncle Boris!"

"Rowan tells me today was last day of school for you two?" he asks us in his broken English.

"Yeah," Gabe answers. "We're leaving for Cordonia."

"Cordonia, eh?" (He pronounces it 'CARdonia'). "That is not an hour's flight from where I am!"

"Really?" I ask. "Are you going to visit us? Can you please visit us?"  

"If your Mama allows, then yes, I visit. But what you children go to Cordonia for?"

"Because apparently Liam is Gabe's dad that Mama never told us about," I ramble, "and since Daddy's not here anymore and Mama doesn't have a lot of her memory, we have to go with him and his friends."

"Liam?" Uncle Boris questions. "Liam, who?"

"Uh." Gabe frowns. "I don't know his last name. But he says he's a king."

"Which is fake!" I blurt out. "I bet he's lying about it."

"Ah!" Uncle Boris exclaims. "King Liam! Yes, yes, your mother tell me and Potter about him." (Uncle Boris has always called Daddy 'Potter' because Daddy's glasses used to remind Uncle Boris of Harry Potter). "What he wants?"

"He's bringing us to Cordonia with him," Gabe states.

"Pfft. Nonsense king. Bringing small child to foreign country to keep stupid monarchy alive. You know why countries have no more monarchy? Take Russia as example—."

He continues rambling, and I genuinely think he doesn't remember he's talking to us. Gabe looks up at me and whispers, "I think he's drunk!" He coughs loudly into his elbow, and the vibration I hear from the back of his throat tells me the cough was genuine. But Uncle Boris doesn't seem to notice and keeps talking.

I cover my mouth and giggle. There's another knock on the door, and we turn to see Rowan, followed by Maxwell.

"What's up, baby blossoms?" Maxwell calls to us.

In a loud whisper, Gabe responds, "Talking to Uncle Boris!"

"It's okay," Rowan says, grabbing the phone and taking it off of speakerphone. "I've got this. There's food for you guys if you want something to eat?"

"C'mon, blossoms!" Maxwell exclaims, leading us towards the dining room. "Are you guys excited to get to Cordonia tomorrow?"

We shrug and nod, trying our best to seem somewhat enthusiastic.

"Aw, don't worry. I'm sure you'll love it when you finally get there. Your mom came to adore it after just spending a short time there." He pauses for a moment, then lowers his voice before continuing, and I don't think Gabe and I are meant to hear what he said when he goes, "That's why it was so much of a surprise when she left."

Gabe and I share a worried glance. In the short time that we had known Maxwell, he was always cheerful. But his last sentence was carried out with a heavy voice. "At least it's good that she's finally going back?" Gabe states, accidentally making it sound like a question.

Maxwell looks down at him, patting Gabe's head. "It sure is, baby blossom. It sure is."

- Drake -

The day after Liam left, the Beaumonts, Drake, Rowan, Riley, and her kids were all in the airport waiting for the pilot to get ready. Liam had told Drake before leaving that he thought it would be best if he went back home with the Beaumonts so he could help Riley and the kids settle in. Drake wanted to tell him that he already decided that, but he believed that it would be best not to agitate Liam, who was already stressed.

When it was time to finally get on the jet, Drake tells Maxwell to grab Riley's crutches before she can reach them. Drake then offers to carry Riley in his arms to help her board the plane.

She blushes and argues that she can do it herself, but then accepts after Drake persists. Her kids follow closely behind, not taking their eyes off of their mother.

Inside, he puts her down and takes the seat right next to her, while the kids take the seats in front of them. While everyone else settles in, Drake notices Riley moving around.

"You good, Brooks?" he asks her.

"Yeah," she says. "My leg's making me a bit uncomfortable, though."

"The doctor said that you had to keep it elevated. Here." Drake gently grabs her injured leg and sets it down on his knee. "That better?"

"Yeah, thanks." She smiles at him.

For the rest of the plane ride, Riley goes in and out of naps, resting her head on Drake's shoulder. The children talk with Rowan and Maxwell, who seem to be getting friendly with one another. Bartie stares out of the window for the most part but does his best to include himself in conversations with Gabriel and Eleanor. Savannah and Bertrand murmur amongst themselves, and occasionally Bertrand stands to make sure that Riley's doing alright.

Drake sits silently, glancing at Riley while she slept, doing his best not to remind himself of the first time he and Maxwell had brought her to Cordonia.

He promised himself that he would do everything that he could to make sure there would be no repeat of the social season or the Engagement Tour.

I'll be damned if I let the court ruin Riley and her kids, he thinks to himself.

Drake watches Maxwell teach Gabriel and Eleanor a game he just created. When he glances out the window, Drake takes a moment to stare at the expanse of water that had separated him from Riley for so long. He checks the time, trying to estimate when they would be able to view Cordonia out the window, hoping to wake Riley to let her see the shore. He hated that she still didn't remember any of them; there were still so many questions they needed to ask her.

He stares down at her sleeping face, and for a moment, his heart aches for everything that she's gone through. There's a sense of guilt that vibrates within him, for everything that he did and didn't do. And there's also... reluctance. He's almost scared to bring her back, to bring happiness back. They had all spent so much time in a deep hole of 'if only' that leaving the hole felt unnatural. Eventually though, that all fades away as Drake drifts into sleep, Riley's peaceful features having allured him.

- Bastien -

Due to unpredictable weather the night before, King Liam's jet was unable to take flight for Cordonia when he had wished it to. The delay lasted for hours, and King Liam's aircraft was finally in the air only an hour before the Beaumont's plane was predicted to take off. Liam told Bastien it would be best not to tell the Beaumont's about his delay, seeing that they still had to give off the illusion that everyone was arriving from a different place, but Bastien saw the reluctance in his king's eyes; the man wanted to go with them, but couldn’t.

As King Liam's jet lands in the capital, Bastien sends a radio message to the rest of the King's Guard to keep away paparazzi and to make sure there was no threat in any surrounding areas. Near the entrance of the airport, there's a limo waiting for the king. Bastien opens the door for Liam, then goes to sit in the front.

He sends out another message to the guards still in the palace, alerting them that the king was returning, and reminding them to report anything pressing. Bastien receives messages stating that there was nothing eventful going on, except small preparations for the social season. Bastien breathes out, glad that his king would not have more to bother him.

When they reach the palace, Bastien jumps out of the car and follows King Liam, who is already through the entrance.

There's noise on the other end of his earpiece, and Bastien is about to ignore it and shut it off before a female guard's voice states, "Alert His Majesty that he has someone waiting to speak to him."

Bastien doesn't say anything back into the radio, since King Liam was walking right beside him. Before Bastien can tell his king the news, the woman's voice sounds again.

"Bas, can you hear me? Prince Leo wants His Majesty to know that he's waiting to talk to him. He says it's important."

[we-always-hit-our-ass]

I don't mean to bother you, but could you do hate to love headcanons for Bill Guarnere please?

oh you’re not bothering me at all! this is a NICE request- im into this idea and i loved writing hcs about this! thank you for requesting this lovely idea, it’s amazing!

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Hate to Love HCs with Bill Guarnere

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you were generally well-liked and respected in camp toccoa and always hung out with george luz and perconte

these two were your best friends-

so you thought you would be fine with bill guarnere-

you didn’t really dislike bill guarnere at first because you two never really talked and you always conveniently left when he came in

you two avoided each other, and you were fine with anything as long as he doesnt bother you

but oh boy- shit started to change as the days went on

oh so you thought that you and bill could get along at first? i’m sorry to say that you were wrong-

somehow, bill is just now actively pursuing you just so he can insult you or poke fun at anything you do-

of course you tolerated at first cause like, you thought it was just a one time thing and iTS BILL GUARNERE-

his insults and snarky personality is one of the biggest things that he’s know for-

sooo you let it slide and never paid much mind to it

then bill turns around and decides to prove you wrong

but fortunately he never went that far, he’d only say his run-of-the-mill insults-

it wasn’t that that annoyed you though

it was how much he did it that annoyed you-

everywhere you went or whoever you hang out with, bill would never fail to poke fun at you

whether it was his vulgar insults, his pushiness, his bold personality, or his shit-eating grin??- you didn't know

you knew that was just his brand, but holy shit- you couldn’t take anymore of it

bill would constantly pester you until you snap and just straight-up leave

but even when you would leave to not interact with him this man will still be there- 

and i dont think thats a coincidence

but bill would only purposely annoy you because this poor boy doesn’t know how to express his affection but you sure as hell didnt know that-

so when he sees you get mad after his teasing, he’s just a little bit confused-

but like even though you thought it was funny at first, he just kept doing it

this pissed you off and you always try your best to keep calm and ignore him

like you aint giving him a reaction, youre too stubborn-

but then he’d always flash a cocky smirk once he sees you leaving after he annoyed you just a little too much that day

and when he does that you cant help but like a teensy bit annoyed, 

cause like who wouldn’t??

you swore that you could punch him and i swear you almost did

thank god the easy boys were kind enough to literally keep you from knocking out guarnere

seriously, this man does not know when to stop and you just couldn’t stand him

like god forbid you two being next to each other for 1 second

but then shit turned around once more- but for the better this time

while easy two was out in the field, bill literally pushed you out of the way and shielded you from a nearby grenade you didn’t see

you were very thankful but first of all you were SURPRISED that this man actually saved your life

the man that you hated- saving you?-

lEMME tell you- as cheesy as it is, words really couldn’t describe how you felt

confusion? relief? shock? 

fuck it man, it was all three of them-

as you’re just staring in shock at him, he’ll just act all nonchalant about it 

you just kind of watch him walk away with your mouth wide open and your eyes wide fucking open-

your thoughts on him immediately start to change after that day

and you no longer found yourself disliking him

like you didn’t know exactly when your thoughts on him started to transform but it was somewhere after the incident-

of course, he also clearly changed his attitude after that day too-

like then suddenly he’d stop his teasing?

like, yeah it still happens from time to time now, but like it wasn't as overbearing as before

but then bill actually starts to hang out with you more without actually outwardly teasing you anymore

and you are just completely 

like he’d sit then next to you and after a few moments of silence he starts to talk to you about random stuff

it was awkward and first but then you guy would actually start to talk and you think it’s a miracle

it was slow progress at the beginning but small talk quickly turned into long conversations that were full of laughter

this man who seemed unapproachable and harsh who was actually nothing but a big softie

you slowly warmed up to him and you even found yourself welcoming bill guarnere’s quirks and unique personality

as you opened up to him, he also opened up to you and soon most of your free time was spent talking to him

your relationship grew stronger as the war raged on and you couldn’t help but feel a certain way towards him

like it started with small things, but those small things led to STRONG ASS FEELINGS- i mean, can you imagine?

you started to notice things you haven’t ever noticed before, like how cute his smile was, how nice his voice sounds, or how caring he can actually be-

aND BILL NOTICED THINGS TOO- 

i mean, he already noticed them but bill just started to appreciate and love them even more than before-

like the way your eyes light up when you get excited, when you laugh at his stupid jokes, and when you’re just existing-

bill refuses to admit that he’s getting sappy for you, but he knows that he does-

tension soon builds up between you two guys and its a wonder how easy company hasn’t caught on-

i mean, the longing and adoring looks you cast each other are precious and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world

bill wouldn’t also trade anything in the world for those smiles and happy expressions of yours

bill also seemed to be hiding his feelings behind his personality pretty well, but he’s actually struggling-

after a few days of thinking, guarnere just decides that he couldn’t wait anymore and he also decides to shoot his shot

and he’s so GLAD that he did-

things couldn’t have turned out better for the both of you

if you already haven’t ascended when he took your hands into his- then you definitely ascended when he confessed

for someone who had a very bold and brash personality, bill was surprisingly soft spoken and tender during his confession

the confession was short- BUT SWEET! 

you almost died when you heard bill apologize and explain why he treated you so badly when he first met you

you were just in awe at this man. this beautiful, snarky, bastard made your life 10000x better and a world without him was not a good world at all-

immediately you would say how you felt, your hands still in his and you decide to intertwine your fingers with his

bill instantly kissed you as you finished and the warm sensation that you shot straight into heaven and it could only be described as euphoric

even that is still an understatement

when you stopped, bill raises his hands to cup your face and the feeling you got was aSTOUNDING

he just looked at you with such soft eyes that were full of love and you could help but melt

you were still breathless, but you begged for more of his touch

more kisses were shared privately among the two of you, and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way

but believe when i say that easy company had their mouths dROPPED to oblivion when they found out that the two of you were dating-

they had to admit it, you two did make a surprisingly good match and they were living for every single second of it

while you two got off on the wrong foot, you couldn’t be any happier to be with him

you and bill would also sometimes find it impossible that you two even hated each other in the first place

but it was all worth it, because you two ended up in each other’s arms in the end anyway 

and for you and bill, that was all that mattered

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im sorry if i took too long to answer your request but i finally posted it! i really liked writing this and this was just such a nice request!

hopefully you enjoyed these hcs and i also hope that it’s good enough! 💞💞😊

btw im sorry for any mistakes of any kind!

[kikoqueenofrats]

@toastraccoon Righto, so this is the last pre made chapter! The others will be released as I make them, so hopefully ya'll will be looking forward to that!

"This one I found after I snuck into a creepy game whilst my parents weren't looking" Rose smiled "Though they found out and got me out before the monster in there could hurt me" she sighed, frowning slightly as the unwanted memory flashed through her mind, before passing a small grey stone to Cel.

Cel returned Roses frown as he took it, imagining how it must've felt for the small stick to be stuck in a game like that.

A small smile slowly made its way across her face however as a not so bad memory entered her mind.

"Though...it was really cool...as the monster was pulling me out from under a table, my dad threw a chair at it and then started wrestling it...." Her smile wavered a bit "it hurt him alot but he didn't care...as...as long as I was safe..." She looked away, still smiling softly "they're both really cool..."

Cel chuckled lightly, before handing the rock back "yeah" he looked up at them, the trio were all sitting on what looked like a minecraft bed to the side of this makeshift folder bedroom takling to each other, "They are"

As Rose continued to show Cel her rocks, each with their own unique story, Vill and Sean continued to ask Mari questions.

They were mostly about their adventures, though some of them were a bit more personal.

Mari wasn't paying them too much attention at the moment, too busy watching Cel. Their eyes met for a few moments before Cel blushed and looked away, Mari continued to stare, wondering why Cel had reacted like that.

"Mari?" Sean chuckled, waving his hand in front of Mari's face in hopes of snapping them out of their current funk.

"Hm?" Mari hummed, their head turning back to Sean's, a somewhat dazed look in their eyes.

Sean was about to repeat their question when Vill interrupted him, placing a reassuring hand onto Seans knee as he did so.

"So what's your relationship with Cel like?" Vill asked, a somewhat knowing look in their eyes.

Mari shrunk at that whilst Cels, who had happened to overhear part of the conversation, face went red. He recognises that tone in Vill's voice; Vill would always use that tone when he thought two people were pining for each other.

Mari began nervously rubbing the back of their neck, looking rather unsure.

"Well...he...he's a good friend" Mari muttered, not meeting anyone's eyes.

Cel deflated slightly at that, though he composed himself quickly so Rose was the only one who really noticed.

She gave him a confused look, but quickly shrugged it off and went back to talking about her rocks.

“Mhm...sure” Vill smirked playfully and Sean rolled his eyes at Vill, though a small smile was slowly crossing over his face.

"Dad?"

Sean turned towards his daughter "yes sweetie?" He smiled.

"Can I show Cel my favourite game?"

"Yeah sure" Sean nodded.

Rose quickly grabbed Cel's hand and began dragging him out of the file, essentially leaving Mari alone with Sean and Vill.

Cel hoped Vill wouldn't end up making Mari too uncomfortable as the duo stepped out of the folder and into the desktop. But decided that if it did go that far then Sean would tell him off like he always did, so he followed Rose without another word.

Mari went to get up, not wanting Cel out of their sight in case something went wrong; However as their eyes met again the words from their previous fight entered Maris mind.

"...Mari don't you trust me?"

Guilt began making its way through Maris' chest as they realised the child had not asked for them to follow her as well.

Mari was being too protective of him, they had to let him go sometimes.

"Mari?"

Mari looked back at the duo sitting in front of him, quickly sitting back down, they tried to relax their racing mind.

"Yeah?" They muttered, still looking rather guilty.

"You okay?" Vill chuckled, slightly worried

"Oh, yeah I'm fine" Mari quickly answered, looking over at Sean "You had another question for me?"

Something caught Cel’s eye, as the duo entered the desktop, and he turned; only to come face to face with the user.

Yelping in surprise Cel grabbed Rose around the waist and pulled her kicking and screaming into the folder they had just come out of.

Rose continued to squirm and complain as Cel frantically looked around for a place to hide.

Hearing their child complaining Sean and Vill quickly made their way out of Rose's bedroom and into the folder home page; Mari followed close behind, also worried about the child's safety.

The user opened the folder, wondering how a random blue stick had made it onto her computer and why they were running off with Rose.

At this point Cel had let go of Rose's waist and had begun asking why she had been resisting so much. Before Rose could reply the user quickly grabbed her and pulled her away from Cel, pulling her across the screen, before placing her next to her parents.

She was about to grab Cel when Sean held his hand up and shook his head, going over to confront Cel himself.

Mari was about to follow Sean when Vill grabbed their arm; Mari looked down at Vill in shock and was about to try and break free when Vill spoke.

"It's going to be okay, I'm sure this is just one big misunderstanding" Vill muttered, still clinging onto Mari's arm.

Mari looked back at Sean and Cel, then at the user; if that cursor so much as moved in Cel's direction Mari was going to throw Vill to the ground, grab Cel and hightail out of there.

It was obvious the user liked these three sticks, Mari didn't know why but they weren't going to risk Cel's life to find out.

"Cel?" Sean looked Cel over carefully,having an idea on what had just happened but wanting to be sure “What happened?”

The remains of panic were slowly being replaced by guilt and confusion.

"I...uh..."Cel swallowed, eyes shifting between Sean and the user nervously.

Sean stopped right in front of Cel, looking down at him with a stern but understanding expression on his face.

Cel shrunk slightly as his eyes rested upon Sean, despite the warm undertones Sean still looked incredibly intimidating at that moment in time.

"I...I thought the user was going to attack us" Cel muttered now looking down at the floor. Sean nodded in understanding as Cel continued "But it looks like you're on good terms...I'm sorry I-" "Ah, ah, ah!" Sean held his finger out to Cel in a shushing motion "Don't apologize for trying to save my daughter's life, you didn't know okay" Sean stated firmly and Cel nodded slowly in response.

"Okay" Cel muttered now looking Sean in the eyes again; a soft smile spread across Sean's mouth and he quickly pulled Cel into a hug. Cel allowed this and sunk into Seans shoulder, relishing in the physical contact for a few moments before Sean pulled away.

"Alright, we should probably introduce you two to Saph then, She's probably wondering what's going on" Sean grabbed Cel's hand and led him out of the folder, the rest of the group following behind them.

Mari was unsurprisingly confused by what had just happened as they had never met a nice user before. It felt strange, knowing that they wouldn't be attacked at any moment on this desktop.

Mari continued to mull this over as they followed the group out of the folder.

Sean stopped, just as the group reached the center of the task bar, and waited for a few moments.

A large box appeared and what looked like a digital painting program began loading in; the sudden appearance of the box startled Cel slightly but he quickly composed himself.

Still pulling Cel by the arm Sean jumped into the box; letting go of Cel's hand, after pulling him into the tab, Sean quickly made his way towards the tool box and grabbed the pen tool.

During this Saph had turned on the text tool and had begun typing out her message.

The others watched as Saph did so, reading the words as they appeared on the screen.

[Hey Sean, who are your new friends?]

Sean quickly wrote out a response, making sure Saph could see the words clearly.

"Only the dark red one is new, the blue one is an old friend. Dark red's called Mari and Blue is Cel, they're gonna be staying here for a while"

"We are?" Mari thought giving Sean a perplexed look before looking over at Cel.

He looked…happy, really happy; Mari decided it would be best to keep that thought to themselves and accept the fact that they probably would be staying there for a while.

[I see, well I hope they enjoy their stay. I was actually gonna play There is no Game before, you know. Anyways I'm gonna get it set up]

Rose began bobbing up and down in excitement at that.

"Yes! That game's always more fun when Saph plays it with me!" Rose smiled, quickly jumping out of the tab and running over to the games icon, the others following close behind.

Rose was the first to jump into the games icon, Vill quickly followed behind; Mari was about to follow Vill when they looked behind them and noticed that Sean and Cel had stopped walking.

Mari decided to wait for the duo before jumping into the game themselves; Just in case Sean decided to try something.

"So uh, Sean?" Cel asked nervously, unsure on how well asking this question would go. "yeah?" Sean replied, looking down and smiling.

"I've been wondering, how did you get here?" Cel cringed inwardly after the words left his mouth; realising that he could've been more specific, but not wanting to ask again Cel decided to wait for Sean's answer.

Sean's face turned thoughtful for a few seconds; before a small frown appeared on his face.

Cel began to panic, believing he had somehow upset Sean, before Sean opened his mouth and answered.

"Well...as you know we were thrown into the dark forest, we thought we were going to get eaten by shadows but...instead we were brought to Bad Guys castel"

Cels' eyes widened slightly at that; the thought of Bad Guy doing anything good had never crossed his mind. Though now that he thought about it Bad Guy was supposed to be the opposite of Protag.

"He told us that he had been rescuing banished sticks and bringing them into a... sanctuary as he called it, so he brought us there and we stayed there with the some of the other banished sticks for a few months before two...powerful sticks attacked and destroyed most of it, me and Vill barely escaped with our lives"

Sean shuddered slightly at the memory, Cel put a hand on Sean's shoulder and smiled up at him in understanding; Sean smiled back before continuing.

"We ended up here via dropbox and after a quick scuffle with Saph we managed to convince her to let us stay"

Cel nodded slowly taking it all in, "You can stay here with us too if you want" Sean offered before jumping into the now open game tab.

Cel looked over at Mari, it was obvious that Mari had overheard the conversation as the stick had only been standing a few feet in front of them.

Mari looked worried, Cel knew that if he did stay here Mari would be left on their own; As far as Cel knew they weren't too comfortable with staying in one place.

There was also the fact that Cel still hadn't found out what had happened to his game.

However the prospect of not being in constant danger was incredibly tempting.

"I'll think about it" Cel replied, after a short pause, before following Sean in.

[darknessisafriend]

Prompt(? Or a request idk lol. Anyway, I just got this idea in my head but what about reader takes Joker to one of those fancy parties (bc her parents invited her) but when she shows up with Joker everyone gets freaky bc they think he's going to kill them but reader calms them down and tells them that he won't do anything if they don't provoke him and both enjoy the party (bonus points if Joker gets jealous) Sorry if this sounds like a crazy idea(? But I got it in my mind all day

Sorry if it took a while for me to write it ^^’ I hope you’ll like it :) 

Isn’t this supposed to be a party?

“There´s a party tonight.” you said to your Joker, coming to stand in front of him; he was fully lying down on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, pondering about…whatever he was pondering about.

“Hmmm?” he hummed

“On the posh side of the city, my parents invited me, it´s some sort of business gala. They want me to get my hands on a ‘big fish’…” you clarified and you knew this would made him react. The atmosphere suddenly tensed up and he let out a dangerous chuckle, he turned his head to look at you in the eyes, his eyes dark and possessive.

“Then, you won´t go. You´re with me now” you settled yourself on top of him with a smirk, caressing his torso.

“I have a better idea… why don´t you come with me, to make the official presentations…” you suggested, to this he straightened up, putting his hands around your hips.

“Oh, I love it when you’re like this” he grinned before capturing your lips, you teasingly bit his lower lip before leaving his lap, under his unhappy groan.  

You went to prepare yourself, picking up a long red dress with a slit on the side, this one will definitely make you seen by every person present at the party. Then, you went to see your lover, he was in front of the mirror in the living room. You leaned against the door frame, watching him fix his hair by passing his fingers through them.

“How’s my makeup?” he asked you, feeling your eyes on him; his eyes left the mirror to look at you.

“Perfect as always” he grinned proudly at your answer.

“I’d love to apply this red of yours on my lips, we’d be matching.” you smiled.

“Come” he instructed you; so you left your spot and went to sit on his lap, he picked up his paint brush and took some of the red of paint. Then, he applied the red on your lips with concentration, in this moment he reminded you of Arthur when he applied his Carnival makeup with great care. In the meantime, you could detail all aspects of his face shamelessly, his eyes were probably your favorite. He was so beautiful; he had always been.

He smiled satisfied by his work on your lips. Then, his eyes trailed down your body, looking at your gorgeous outfit, too beautiful, too perfect, he felt his jealousy rise in his chest.

“I don’t like how men are going to look at you tonight.” you smirked at how quick to jealousy he was, and it was what you wanted, you wanted him to show everyone tonight that you were with him.  

“I should take you right now” he groaned as his desire started to form in his lower body.  

“Hold that for the after party” you cooed, closing the gap between the two of you, the kiss sealing this promise.

“You’ll have to go alone; I’ll join you after a bit” spoke Joker as he parted from you, lightning up his cigarette, you made disappointed pout and got up of his lap.  

“I have some business to deal with, baby” he grabbed you by the waist, crashing you against him “I’ll make it worth the wait.” you smirked excited to see what he would do.

So, Joker’s driver came to pick you up and drive you to the party; you were annoyed by the circumstances but you couldn’t wait for your lover to make his entrance, you knew you weren’t going to be disappointed. As you entered the room at the top of the building, many turned to look at you, you realized how many people there were. Your eyes searched for your parents and when you finally found them, you took a deep breath, ignoring the look of the people as you crossed the room to join them.  You had barely the time to say ‘hello’ to them that they already tried to hook you up with someone.

“Honey, this is Robert, the son of the director of Gotham Central Bank.” introduced your mother, insisting on the last words, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. The man wasn’t so bad to look at, but his whole look meant ‘boring’ a wore of those chic suits just like any other man of the room, he had this typical business man face and his conversation was just as boring. You simply smiled and hoped for your lover to arrive soon, the man was somehow starting to think he had a chance with you.

“Maybe we could talk somewhere quieter” suggested the guy with a smirk, he made you wanna throw up, if only he knew who you belonged to.  

Right in time, you were both startled by a loud slam of the door. A red silhouette appearing; and you instantly recognized him, your unique lover, Joker, had arrived to save you from this boring company. The whole room was dead silent, everyone looked at him petrified, he was accompanied by two clown masked guards who were scanning the room and make sure nobody would try to call the cops.

Joker stood, motionless, enjoying how everyone paid attention to him but he didn’t look at anyone, there was only one person worth of interest in his life. His eyes locked on yours, he looked at you hungrily has if he had been away from you for too long already. He crossed the room until he arrived right in front of you and grabbed by the back of your head, kissing you passionately on the lips, earning several shocked gasps from the audience.  

“I hope I didn’t miss too much baby.” he purred against your lips, placing another eager kiss on them. You grinned; this was exactly how you liked him, possessive and hungry for you.

Your boyfriend directed his gaze to the man that had been flirting with you and his eyes defied him to compete for your love; yes, Joker had understood the man had been flirting with you, but the businessman was too much of a coward to do anything. You realized the room was still silent, everyone looking at the both of you, your parents were frozen, lost in what they were seeing, how could you not be terrified and crying?!

“Don’t do anything stupid and nothing will happen to you, come on guys, enjoy this party!” you encouraged them, you wanted to enjoy the night with your lover just like any other couple. The people went back to their occupation but the tension remained.

Joker was still looking at the guy in the eyes probably debating whatever he should already kill him or not; and as much as you were tempted to encourage him, you had a better idea.

“This gentleman here is the son of the director of Gotham Central Bank and works there.” you revealed mischievously; Joker understood your suggestion and grinned playfully  

“Then, I’ll have to pay you a little visit there one day” he replied on a threatening tone, making the man gulp.

“S-sure…” he stuttered; you wouldn’t be surprised if he wetted himself right now, satisfied you took your lovers arm to direct him to you parents

“This is Joker, my boyfriend. Love, this my parents” at your words Joker’s eyes soften, these two people were not adversaries but probably important people in your life, just like his mother used to before she betrayed him. You looked at him waiting for a reaction he seemed to have zoned out until he finally went back to reality and flashed a big grin at your mom before joyfully taking her in his arms and giving her a big kiss on the cheek. She gasped in surprise; she was probably expecting to be assaulted but certainly not this, you smiled at your lover’s behavior, who was now shaking your father’s hand, looking at him in the eyes; he reminded you of Arthur before his metamorphosis.  

You both enjoyed party, eating some of finest food of the city and talking with your parents and even though people still eyed him in fear, nothing bad happened and you were so happy he had joined you and accepted to take part in this aspect of your life. Hopefully none of the guest will talk about your relationship with Joker, they were probably too scared of the repercussions if they did. You wished the whole event wasn’t so inhibited and that there was some music to dance on with your boyfriend. You wanted to leave now and he was starting to get bored too, he smirked reading your mind.

“I think we are going to leave.” you announced to your parents, as you felt your lover’s arm around your waist slide lower, you hide a grin at his impatience.

“Yeah we have something much more fun planned…” he purred leaning to hungrily kiss your jaw.  

You wished your parents goodnight, and headed out, under the look of the crowd both dumbstruck at your intimacy with him and relieved that he was finally leaving. In the elevator you enlaced your arm around his neck, placing small kisses on his lips.

“Thank you” you murmured lovingly, burying your fingers in his green locks.  

“Anything for you baby.” he replied before closing the gap between your mouths in a passionate kiss, and something told you the elevator ride was going to be much more exciting than you thought.

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[sunyoonandstars]

BTS Scenario 3 || Them seeing your evident self-harm scars (for the first time) || You x Taehyung

So … since this is kind of close to home for me and it helped me deal with some issues of my own, I wrote and published this same scenario for several other members already a while back. You can find them on my Masterlist.

I aim to do the same for all the members, one by one. And here comes the long awaited Taehyung edition. I hope reading it will give you as much strength, hope, and comfort as writing it did me. 😌

Scenario

You are in a serious relationship with them but have somehow managed to hide your self-harm scars up to this point. However, for some reason, they are coincidentally faced with your scars. These are their reactions:

angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count

1.143

! Disclaimer/trigger warning ! The following text contains mentions of self-abusive / self-harming behavior and scars. Do not read if it may trigger you!

If you are currently struggling and need someone to talk, know that you can always contact me. I have personal experience with mental illness and self-harm. I don’t know what you may be going through, but I know you can make it! Love yourself! 💜

Mental health matters! You matter! And you are truly beautiful!

3.3. Kim Taehyung / V

Taehyung would feel your pain. He would be equally hurt by the fact that you attempted to hide a part of yourself from him as he would be understanding, since he, himself, is familiar with the darkness and can have trouble letting people in and showing his true emotions. Once you would open up to him, however, he would do the same, and the shared moment would only deepen and strengthen your relationship. Besides, that old, artist’s soul of his would be able to see and admire the beauty even in your ‘broken’ parts ...

Four months. That's how long you had been seeing Taehyung already, and, so far, they were the best four months of your life.

Never before did you dare to believe anyone could make you feel so unique, lovable, beautiful, and worthy. Taehyung adored you, and he made sure to remind you of that fact every single day, once at least. All the more guilty did you feel for hiding something from him. Some part of yourself, of your truth, that you feared he would be appalled by.

With every day passing, your guilt kept on growing, eating away at your previous, lightsome happiness until it threatened to smother you, dimming your smiles and turning precious, rare moments spent by Taehyung's side into unbearable ordeals.

And you could tell that it wasn't just you who had changed. There was a transformation apparent in Taehyung, as well, in the way he acted towards you or in general whenever you were near. He became quieter, hesitant whenever he touched you. You caught him watching you when he thought you weren't looking, something much more serious about the look in his eye, some sort of sadness that was more than just that. Longing. Loneliness. And it broke your heart, a little more with every moment you spent together.

Until, one day, you couldn't take it any longer. The truth untold, the words unspoken that needed to be said.

So, at the break of dusk, you lifted your head that had been resting on Taehyung's chest for hours now that had been spent simply lying there in silence on his bed, observing the sunset through the open window. Ypu had to force yourself to look him in the eye as you spoke.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I'm sorry I'm hurting you."

"Y/n. No. You're not -"

"Shush," you cut him off, placing your index finger on his soft lips. "No, Tae. I need to say this. Because I'm truly sorry, so sorry you feel like I don't trust you. Because I do. I want to. And there's something I need to show you."

Before he could raise his voice once more, you detached yourself from Taehyung's comfortably warm body and sat up in his lap, avoiding his gaze while you slowly pulled up the sleeves of your shirt, exposing dozens upon dozens of more or less prominent scars stretching across your otherwise flawless skin. Scars left by razor blades, kitchen knives, scissors or even your own fingernails. Light pink, of crimson color or bleached out by time and sunlight, shimmering white against your already pale skin.

"Y/n - I - What is this?"

Gently, Taehyung took your wrist into one of his slender hands and leaned in to observe the marks more closely, a serious crease forming in between his distinct, dark brows.

"Y/n," he now looked up at you. "Please, explain, love.  What am I looking at here? I mean, I have a pretty good idea. But I want to hear it from you, in your own words. I want you to tell me. Your story. Their stories. Everything."

And when he said that, his voice was bare of judgment, anger or disgust. Taehyung merely sounded curious, genuinely caring, and his glance was overflowing with nothing but affection, reflecting your very own pain.

"And you're not mad?" you inquired, unable to hide your surprise.

"Mad? At you? Not at all," Taehyung shook his head, his long fingers all the while absentmindedly caressing your skin, following the traces all those battles you had fought, struggling with your demons, had left behind on your body, whereas his eyes remained locked with yours, his gaze unwavering. "Disappointed, maybe. That you believed even for a second that there was a need to hide this part of you from me."

"I'm sorry, Tae," you echoed once again, feeling tears collect.

"No, don't apologize. I get it. There were times when I felt like I needed to protect you from my darkness, too. Those days, when I suddenly canceled dates? Or when I was distant and cold?" He paused, and you could tell his eyes, too, were welling up. "I may not have always been perfectly honest with you, either, y/n. I didn't want you to have to deal with that side of me. I see now that I was wrong. We both were. But people make mistakes. They learn and grow. Grow closer. So, there's no reason to apologize again. It's okay, y/n. I understand, I really do. You needed time to trust, time to let me in, and I respect that. I guess we're very similar in that way."

"I guess we are."

Your lips curved by the same sad smile that tugged at the corners of Taehyung's mouth, you exhaled a sigh of heartfelt relief as your fingers somehow found their way into his big, warm hand, naturally intertwining themselves with his.

"And I'm glad we are," Taehyung said after a few minutes of placid silence. "I feel like I can be myself with you, y/n. Unfiltered, now that we disposed of this last obstacle, this unspoken truth we had to share. And, to me, it's like I've already known you all my life, even long before I even knew of your existence if you get at all what I'm trying to say."

Hopeful, Taehyung looked up at you.

"I know, this might sound cheesy and stupid," he scoffed, his words followed by a low chuckle. "But I really believe we might be soulmates, y/n. Like, for real. And, to me, you are the most beautiful person in this entire world. Everything about you is marvelous. These, as well. Each and every one of them."

His movements speaking of the greatest admiration, Taehyung now began trailing the lines of your scars with the tips of his fingers, his touch ever so gentle, before he went on to grasp your forearm with both his hands. One of them he placed by your elbow, the other one encircled your wrist as he led your arm up, towards himself, proceeding to lower his head so his soft hair hid it from your view when he started covering your tender skin with the softest of kisses, the sensation sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"I adore you, y/n," Taehyung whispered when he raised his head in between kisses, his lips slowly but surely moving upwards, closing in on the rim of your sleeve. "Every last bit of you. And I don't mind your demons, your past mistakes or the parts of yourself and your life that you'd like to edit out. Because they are what makes you the incredible person you are. The amazing you that I love. So, just let me have you, y/n. All of you. And I will give you all of me. For as long as you will have me."

I hope you liked it and could maybe, hopefully, even take some comfort from it.

Thank you for reading! Take care, have a wonderful day and never forget: You are loved! 💜

Here you can find my Masterlist if you would like to read more of my BTS fiction.

None of the GIFs used are mine. Credit goes to the initial creators. Thank you for your hard work and dedication.

[sarahjchang]

a cliche phrase that just got filled

right after i finished my last final exam of the semester, some girls in my class and i went sunrise hiking (because what else are you going to do in Blacksburg?). i went hiking during this time my freshman year, so i figured that going again would be kind of special. a different mountain, with different people, hiking up to a different, but grand view. plus, it was the perfect opportunity to reflect on this past semester (but that's saved for a future post, don't worry). i was really excited. i wanted this time with my sisters and to experience something as glorious as God's vast creations, together, is something i know i won’t be able to do often when i'm older. finishing the former half of college, i realized that the latter half would go by a lot faster. and i needed to make the most out of where i am at this moment.

i apologize in advance, because this post is going to go off the cliche saying of "life's a climb, but the view is great." and honestly, this phrase used to get me angry because it was just so optimistic and i guess i didn't like that, haha. but this hike made me realize that these aren't just empty words that are used to cheer someone up. life really is a climb, life is hard. life is so hard and full of so much ... so much of what it has to offer ... but there really is something at the top. let me explain to you, (whoever you may be).

again, i apologize, but this time for my messy thoughts. i have a hard time fumbling through them and putting them into something coherent. but friends, i realized so much throughout this hike.

haha truly, i have the endurance level of an earthworm. i think all the athletic genes went to my brothers (darn!). but i knew i was going in with a group of girls, so hopefully i wouldn't be slowing anyone down. and this hike was supposed to be easier than the one i accomplished last year - and i survived that. so i went in with high hopes of not getting too exhausted. actually, i went in thinking this would be an easy hike and that i would just breeze through. oh, Sarah.

throughout the majority of the trail, i walked alongside one sister specifically, and we got to catch up on everything that's happened since we last had a formal conversation (which was probably this same time last year.) life got so busy and we never got to see each other with our conflicting schedules. but lowkey, i loved it, because there was so much we could throw at each other. we shared what we were struggling with at the moment, what we were afraid of in the following year, and altogether realized how God was working throughout it all. and usually i hate talking when doing something that requires physical endurance, because i already run out of breath doing just that. but surprisingly, from talking with her, i gained energy and the hike felt so much quicker and easier as we were talking and walking. in fact, we were leading the group the majority of the time and it was ironic because we're probably the least physically fit, haha. everything felt good. i was digging the whole atmosphere of walking in the dark beside someone while only using an iPhone flashlight as the only source of light. everything was calm around us and i felt so relieved. accomplishing yet another year of college and just being able to breathe was so relieving. so, why am i telling you this? because, i realized that life is a climb, but - if you have sisters beside you walking with you throughout it, then it becomes so much easier. without a doubt, i would not have survived this hike by myself. being put in a situation where it was okay to be vulnerable felt good. being able to pour out everything i had on my mind kept me going. and the best part is, is the feedback you receive from sharing a piece of your heart. i learned a lot from this one talk. out of context, i learned that genuinely listening is actually really hard to do, much harder than talking. i learned that it's for the best that we're not all the same, and that we're stitched together uniquely. i learned that you can't go through this alone. it's so important to find a community and support system. sisterhood is so important and so filling. [you know who you are, thanks for walking with me.]

when i hike, i usually keep my mouth shut (ugh, i know some of you might find that hard to believe.) but there's so many thoughts spiraling through my mind the entire time. and they're just bouncing off the walls of my brain, with no outlet. thoughts that are about how i'm struggling on this hike. "oh gosh, i need a water break, but no one else seems to look thirsty." "my feet hurt and my hip feels like its sliding out of place." "my limbs feel like they're no longer my limbs." "why am i so physically unfit?" i don't bother to express these thoughts out loud because i place this assumption that no one is thinking the same thing. everyone else is probably breezing through this and i'm the only one struggling. who wants to hear these thoughts? i'd be burdening the rest of the group. i mean, i'm the most incapable one here, right? surprise, Sarah! life's a climb - and everyone else is struggling alongside with you, whether you realize it or not. i realized that every time (which was kind of often) someone said the exact thoughts i was having out loud, i felt so much reassurance and the pressure to keep up was lifted off. it felt so good to hear someone saying they were struggling. i'm not the only one. and so that's when i realized, life is a climb, but - if you are vulnerable enough to share what you're struggling with, there's a very good chance someone is going through something similar and might be able to share the burden with you. and together, you keep walking.

okay, i just explained the part where life is a climb. but, what about the view? my gosh, when i finally reached the top... what i saw was absolutely beautiful. it really didn’t feel like i just hiked for two hours. this is where i say "this was worth it." the pink, yellow, and blue. the tiny city lights that looked like leftover sparkles from the night. the patches of land that weren't covered with trees. the sparse houses that allowed a person to sleep in peace for yet another night. the people that passed us on the trail who were already waiting at the top. i took it all in. i really did. and i thought to myself, (and read this next part really slowly)

//"My God said, "Let there be..." and there was. There is no greater beauty. //

friends. our God isn't some begrudging judge, waiting for us to shape up on our own. He comes to rescue us, helping us turn back to Him. He is the loving Father, running unashamedly toward His prodigal son. He is the good Shepard who goes off in search of just one sheep. sometimes the climb is tedious and disheartening, and downright painful. and in those moments, it's so temping to give up and turn away. but what we might not be able to see is the most magnificent view up ahead. here's what's at the top of life's climb: our gracious Father, extending his arms and calling us home. and that’s where it’s really worth it. 

the One who was with you in the beginning, who has raised you up as his beloved child, will not forsake you now, or ever. 

[siriusordo]

Flirting with Desire- Chap 27

A/N: It's been a long time since I last updated and I apologize for that. Lost my motivation for a while but hopefully I'm slowly getting it back. I'd like to thank @jediserenity82 for beta'ing this for me. She did great work as always! Hope you enjoy! And as always reviews, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

Flirting with Desire

Previously:

"K'agan," he started, "I... " he trailed off. Instead he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. For just a moment, I thought about resisting… for just a moment, before I was returning the tender kiss….

Chapter 27

K'agan's POV

Forgetting my problems, I tossed myself head first into the heat and flames of desire. I fully gave myself over to this moment and this man, shutting out the world. Nothing else existed but this moment and Theron. It didn't matter—nothing did.

My senses were quickly overwhelmed by all things Theron. It was the heady scent of leather and musk that was uniquely him, the taste of peppermint on the tip of his tongue and the feel of his hard muscles contrasted sharply against the softness of his lips.

I felt his tongue tentatively and tenderly pressing against my lips, seeking admittance, which I quickly granted. Our tongues shyly touched and caressed each other. I couldn't stop the soft moan of pleasure when Theron deepened the kiss. Leaning into him, we enjoyed each other and this moment, trying to drag it out forever.

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Much too soon for me, Theron broke the kiss, gently nipping my lower lip before resting his forehead against mine. "That was," he panted, trying to catch his breath. Unable to find the right word, he just shook his head.

"I know," I said, out of breath too. Reaching up with one hand, I cupped his cheek. "I felt it too."

Without saying another word, Theron grinned and happily kissed me again. Running a hand over my hip, he quickly picked up where we'd left off.

"Theron," I mumbled, tangling my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and returning the kiss. That was, different. It had been awhile since I could run my hands through a man's hair. Aric's head was covered with fur, but not hair. Aric—oh god.

What was I doing? For a moment, I'd been able to lose myself in the arms of the man holding me, until thoughts of Aric flooded my mind. He was my mate. But he'd rejected me, sent me away. He hadn't wanted me and broke my heart. The words still cut into my very soul. But now, here I was enjoying a moment with another man?! Just mere hours later?! What in all the hells of Corellia was I thinking? I wasn't, and that stopped now before someone else got hurt.

"Theron," I breathlessly said. Breaking the kiss, I trailed off, "Theron, I can't."

"What?" he asked surprised at the sudden change. "Is something wrong?"

Refusing to look up, I buried my face in his chest. "It's just… I can't," Shaking my head, I finally managed to look up and meet his questioning gaze. "And I don't want to hurt you."

"You haven't yet," he whispered, kissing the top of my head, "Come on, sit down and explain this to me."

Holding my hand, he led me off the dance floor and towards our table. A few more from our group had drifted away and Nalan was adamantly talking to a couple at another table just a short distance away. We should have some privacy. Theron pulled out my chair for me and I sat down, nodding at him in thanks. He moved to his seat and sat down. I took a sip of my drink and waited for him to start this conversation. No way was I going first. I wasn't even sure if I was ready to talk about it.

"Okay, what's going on?" Theron said, resting his elbows on the table. "It seemed like we had a spark and I know you felt it too."

Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself before I admitted, "I did."

"Then?" Theron questioned, flagging down a waitress, "Seems like that should be a good thing."

Taking another sip from my glass, I let my mind wander, trying to puzzle things out. How did I tell him this? Where did I start?

"How about at the beginning?" Theron questioned with a small smile on his face.

"What?" I asked, startled out of my thoughts.

"Why not start at the beginning?"

"What? How?" I sputtered, nearly spitting out my drink.

Grinning Theron explained, "It's written all over your face."

"Sorry about that," I said, chagrined, "It's been a rough few weeks."

"I can imagine. We are in the middle of a war whether the general populace knows it or not," Theron said, waving to the crowds around us.

"True," I admitted before taking the plunge and asking, "How much do you know of Havoc's last mission?" I hoped he was at least aware of our last mission, even if he didn't know the details. I really didn't want to think about it, let alone relive the horror of Aric's injuries.

"To the Gauntlet?" he asked. "Are you okay?" his hand gently covering mine and his thumb tracing small circles on the back it.

"I'm fine," I was whispered, though I wasn't so sure. The tears were close now, "And the injury to my crewman?"

"A Lieutenant Jorgan right?"

"Captain now but yes, Aric Jorgan," I confirmed, "he's my XO."

Studying me for quiet moments, Theron seemed to reach a conclusion. "And what else is he?"

"What?" I stuttered, shaking my head, trailing off, "I don't…"

Raising an eyebrow, Theron didn't need to say a word.

"My life mate," I nearly whispered, a few tears slipping down my cheeks, "he was critically injured during the mission."

"K'agan, I," he started but I cut him off. I needed to finish or I'd never be able too.

"I nearly lost him on that mission," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "I hadn't even realized what he meant to me until I he was laying in the sickbay and he flat lined. I was sure it was too late, that I'd lost him before I even got a chance to tell him." Wiping at the tears streaking down my face, I finished in a rush, "And now it doesn't even matter."

"I don't understand," he admitted, eyes full of concern for me, "from what I know of Cathar culture finding your mate is a good thing right?"

"Yes."

"Then shouldn't we be celebrating?" Theron asked, his voice tinged with confusion, "I know from the reports Captain Jorgan survived the assault."

"Right," I whispered. My hands shaking I picked up my tumbler, finished off my drink, and sat the empty glass back on the table.

Gently covering my hand with his, Theron looked into my watery eyes and said, "What happened?"

"After they took him out of the kolto tank and he finally woke up, I told him he was my life mate."

"And?" he prompted, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand in comfort.

With fresh tears streaking down my cheeks I answered, "He said I wasn't his life mate and he didn't feel the same way."

Without saying a word, Theron scooted his chair closer to mine, leaned forward and pulled me into a hug. As he wrapped his arms around me, sheltering me from view, I fell apart, my sobs wracking my body. I finally allowed myself to grieve for everything I'd lost; my co-worker, my best friend, my lover. Aric was all of them, and he was lost to me.

When my tears slowed and my sobs turned to small hiccups, realization dawned on me. This was why the military discouraged relationships between its members. Going forward, it would make working together difficult, if not impossible and threatened our very squad. If we couldn't put this behind us and learn to work together again, we'd have to go our separate ways, breaking up an effective military unit. The very thought of never even seeing Aric again caused a stab of pain deep in my heart.

"I'm so sorry K'agan," Theron whispered into my hair as he held me.

"Thanks," I mumbled, leaning into him and soaking up the comfort he offered me. "Everything's happened so fast. It's so out of my control. One minute I'm the leading Havoc on another successful mission, Aric by my side. The next minute he's paralyzed and I've lost everything that matters to me."

"Paralyzed?" I could hear the confusion in his tone.

"When he woke up, Aric was paralyzed from the waist down," I explained, still hiding my face in his shirt, "He's my mate and it didn't matter to me. I was just so relieved he was alive."

"Really?" This time disbelief colored his tone.

"Yes!" I replied a little defensively. Pulling myself from his hold, I met his eyes, "It doesn't matter! He's still the man I love."

"I know," Theron agreed, "But that's not it."

"What?" I asked, not understanding what he was trying to tell me.

"K'agan," he started to explain, shaking his head. "The poor guy was critically injured in a fire fight and stuck in kolto tank."

"Yes," I draw the word out with my disbelief, "And?"

"He was in a coma and wakes up to find he's paralyzed from the waist down."

"I know Theron," I said, starting to get irritated. I didn't need to be reminded about what happened to Aric, I had lived it.

"Then you spring the fact that you're his life mate on the poor guy," Theron continued, ignoring my outburst. "Hon, that's a lot for any guy to take in all at once, even at the best of times," he laid a gentle hand on top of mine, "And that was far from the best of times."

"What? I don't…." I started, not understanding. What was he trying to tell me? I glanced up sharply and met his eyes, a tear still trailing down my cheek.

"I'd put money on the fact that he didn't mean any of it," Theron clarified, a small smile pulling up one corner of his lips, "he was so overwhelmed by everything, all the changes happening at once that he pushed you away."

"You're saying he didn't mean it?" I asked, wiping away a tear with the back of my hand.

"Oh he meant it," Theron said and I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. Seeing the broken look on my face, he rushed on, "Or he thought he did but I'm sure by the time you were walking out the door he regretted that it was necessary. I know I would."

"Necessary?" I was confused again. Why would denying that I was his life mate be 'necessary?'

"His world had just been turned upside down."

"Mine had too."

"Yes," Theron aged, "but did you spend time in a kolto tank?"

"No."

"Were you paralyzed from the waist down?"

"No."

"That's a lot to take in all at once."

"I know."

"Everything was out of his control," Theron explained, "And you sprung the mate thing on him."

"I was only trying to reassure him that it changed nothing," I argued, "I still loved him."

"But it changed everything for him."

"Not me," I tried, "I was there. I didn't change."

"Yes you did," Theron disagreed, "Or at least to him you did."

"I don't understand."

"In that one moment I'm sure Aric was thinking he couldn't take care of you, be there for you and that he didn't deserve you," Theron said, "That you deserved better than him."

"That isn't true!"

"I didn't say it was."

"But you said," I started, but Theron stopped me.

"K'agan, I'm a guy, I know how I would have felt if all of that would've happened to me," Theron explained, "Just because he was thinking it or feeling at the time, doesn't make it true."

"So what do I do?" I asked, biting my lower lip to keep from crying.

"Does Aric matter to you?"

"Yes!" I answered without hesitation.

"Then fight for him!" Sitting up straight in his chair, Theron looked me in the eyes and insisted, "Don't give up on him. Fight for your relationship. Don't let him push you away when he needs you the most."

Shaking my head in shock, I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand. Theron was right! I'd let Aric push me away when he needed me the most. Whether or not we remained lovers, he was still my best friend and I should be there for him right now. Gods! Oh, what a mess we'd created!

"So you're going to fight for him?" Theron grinned at me, obviously reading my thoughts.

"Yes," I said, "I'm not giving up that easily. I just can't believe I didn't see it."

"You just needed someone to point it out," Theron answered, still smiling at me. "I'm glad I could be that person."

"I'm sorry to cut this short," I started as I looked around for the waitress to close out my tab so I could leave. All I could think about now was Aric and clearing the air between us.

"Go," Theron ordered me, while waving his arms for me to leave, "I'll take care of the tab, just get back to your man."

Standing up, I look towards the door. "If you're sure…"

"Positive," he reiterated, "Just go."

"Thank you Theron." I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry this evening didn't turn out as you intended. I owe you one."

"You do," he agreed cheekily, "Do you have a sister at home?"

"Actually yes," I laughed, "an identical twin sister."

"Really?"

"Yes, but unfortunately for you she's involved with someone."

"Just my luck," Theron joked, "All the good ones are taken."

"I have an older brother who's single," I offered jokingly. "I could set you up."

"Is he as good looking as you?" he asked, seemingly considering the offer.

"No idea," I said, shaking my head, "He's my brother, I don't think of him that way but K'ye's got no shortage of admirers."

"If he's as good looking as you with a personality to match, I just may take you up on the offer," Theron mused with a smile.

Grabbing a napkin I scribbled down a number and handed it to him. "My holo number, call me and I'll set something up with K'ye."

"Will do," he agreed, "Now go." I started to say something more and he stopped me with a shooing gesture toward the door, "Go!"

Without another word, I turned and started for the door. It was late and Aric was probably asleep already but I couldn't stand being separated from him for a moment longer. We needed to fix this mess, the sooner the better. Even if I was forced to wait the rest of the night at his bedside for him to wake up, it would be better than going home alone.

I pushed open the night club door and stepped out into the cool night air on Coruscant. I motioned to the line of taxis and called out, "Taxi." A few seconds later the first vehicle in line started towards me. After it came to rest on the curb and a door popped open. Climbing in, I sat down on the seat and pulled the door closed behind me. As I secured my seat belt, I told the droid driver, "Republic Medcial please."

"As you wish," the droid replied and started toward our destination.

Sitting back into the plush seat, I tried to relax for the short drive. When I got there, Aric and I were going to talk. No way was I letting him push me away again.

TBC Thanks for reading! Reblogs, comments and kudos are greatly appreciated.

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