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ccsainzleclerc5516 · 9 months ago

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Lovers

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!, cheating

the background of the story: a few months ago you decided to visit your friend Sophie who lives in Monaco. Sophie has been in a relationship with Carlos for a while, and his teammate Charles is in a relationship with a girl (Ava) who isn't with him for the right reasons and doesn't really care about him. due to a combination of circumstances, you stayed in Monaco to live in Sophie's apartment and started running social networks for Ferrari, filming behind the scenes and similar things. From the very beginning, you and Charles have a love-hate relationship. He keeps sending you mixed signals and you never know where you're standing with him. A few weeks before you locked yourself out of the apartment, you shared a kiss that you couldn't stop thinking about…and neither could he.

Y/n's POV

After about half an hour of waiting in front of the locked door, the elevator opens and the eagerly awaited Charles steps out. Of course he had to be the one to come and 'save' me because who else would it be? Our relationship has not changed much in these months. Somehow I also accepted that that kiss happened once and that was it. After all he is taken so I forced myself to stop thinking about him entirely.

As he steps out of the elevator, at first he doesn't say anything but just smirks at me.

"Please, just don't say anything." I say as he comes in front of me pulling out the keys from the pocket of his jeans. He was looking as handsome as always wearing a simple white oversized t-shirt and light washed baggy jeans. No one could ever pull off rings, bracelets and sunglasses the way he does with his perfectly messy curls.

"Y/n." He says putting the key into the lock. "Wasn't going to." As the door finally opens I see smoke coming from the kitchen. My lasagna..

"No, no, no, no!" Horrified and worried, I start repeating, running towards the kitchen, begging God that I didn't set someone else's kitchen on fire and that only the lasagna was harmed.

"What is happening?" Charles runs after me.

"Oh thank God.." I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that nothing is burning in the kitchen except for my lasagna, which turned completely black.

"What exactly are you thanking God for?" He asked mockingly, watching me take the tray of unrecognizable lasagna out of the oven.

"I'm thanking Him for not accidentally setting this whole apartment on fire."

"You're a real danger Y/N." He laughs leaning over the counter. "Like in every possible way." And I join him. I feel like I'm in love with these so beautiful and yet so rare moments of laughter with Charles.

"Thank you for coming here with the keys. I really don't know how else I'd manage to enter the apartment since Sophie and Carlos are in Madrid."

"That lasagna would be a nice thank you for having to come here, but since you're such a great cook.." He mocks again, but I don't mind it.

"Oh stop it!" I wave my hand and open the fridge to see what's left in there. "Well, I don't have anything else left to offer you except beer?"

"I'll take it."

One beer for me, one for him, one for him, one for me, and then again one for him, one for me and so the hours went by without even realizing that it was already dark outside. We were sitting on the floor on the carpet in front of the couch. The TV was on, but we got into talking so much that no one paid attention to it.

"I still can't believe Carlos and Sophie are getting married." Charles says taking another sip from the bottle.

"I personally think it's a bit too fast 'cause they've been together for only like a year, but if they feel like that's it, then I'm all for it. He's head over heels for her."

"Yeah, I guess when you know you know."

"Besides, it's perfect timing since she's pregnant with him so-"

"What?!" At that moment I realize that my tongue works faster than my mind and I pour out Sophie's secret to Charles.

"Oh no no! Forget it please!" I don't know what was I trying to achieve with this? Maybe erase his memory?

"Sophie's pregnant? Carlos is going to be a dad?!" He asks unable to wrap his mind around the fact.

"Yes, yes they're having a baby, but please be quiet about it because literally no one knows but me. Carlos is just about to find out."

"Oh my God..I can't believe it." I notice that his face drops a bit. He doesn't seem all that excited about the rather exciting news. After all Carlos is his best friend. Or at least one of them.

"What?" I ask. "Aren't you excited for him?"

"I am, of course. But it just got me thinking how so much good things is happening to him - he's getting podiums, every weekend he gets better and better, he's getting married, now excepting a child and then I'm over here feeling like I'm fucking stuck in a place..I don't know." This is the first time that after 3 and a half months of knowing Charles he is showing his vulnerable side. He is finally opening up to me and we're finally having a meaningful conversation.

"Why are you feeling stuck in a place?"

"I don't know how to explain it. Nothing's pushing me forward, I feel empty. I feel like I'm waiting on something, but it's not coming." I'm trying to read between the lines what he is trying to tell with this, but unsuccessfully. "I'm fucking struggling."

"Charles.." I listen to him with a heavy heart and wish to hug him and wipe the sadness away. "I'm sorry that you feel this way. What about Ava? Shouldn't she be your motivation?"

"She should be my motivation." He says with a sneer. "Except that's not the case. I once wanted her to be the one to push me forward, but now I'm not even sure if I want it to be her. She's never fucking there and I got tired." I remember when Lando said that he's never talking about his relationship with them and yet here he is talking about it to me, almost a stranger to him, even though it's obviously painful for him to share his feelings.

"If the relationship no longer makes you happy and fulfilled, then why not put an end to it?" I honestly ask him dying to know his answer.

"It's not as simple as it seems. She's Ava Wolff." He says taking a look at my eyes. "And I would like to change the subject now."

"Okay." I decide not to push it. The time will come when he will say that too. "But, just so you know I like you tonight." I say trying to light up the mood and succeed when he chuckles.

"Really? Well I guess better late than never. But, just so you know I've liked you since the Monaco GP." He says and starts playing with the red bracelet I gave him that day for good luck remembering how devastated he was that day because he didn't perform well and his girlfriend wasn't even there at his home race.

I start to stir in place from his words trying to hide the fact that he made me blush. He notices it anyway and pulls himself closer to me.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asks calmly looking straight at me as I tried to look anywhere but his mesmerizing green eyes.

"I'm not." I say quite softly and uncertainly. He scoots even closer to me, so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath on the skin of m neck. He is facing me while I am facing the TV. My heart is beating so harsh I can feel it pounding against my rib cage.

"Y/n.."

"Hm?"

"I've been trying really hard to forget about it," He says, referring to the kiss we shared, as he moves a strand of my hair behind my ear and keeps his palm on my cheek. "I just can't seem to." Before I can even think of anything to say, our eyelids slightly start closing and our lips meet.

At that moment everything becomes less important, neither of us breaks the kiss, we decide to save the "this is wrong" and "we shouldn't, we have to stop" for later.

He kissed me so delicately, his lips softly brushed mine. He was so careful caressing my cheek with his thumb and the kiss was so tender leaving me wanting more.

"Charles.." I breathe out whispering.

"Don't overthink this, please. I'm dying to kiss you over and over again." His words were enough to erase any doubt in me whether I wanted this or not. They got me hooked eagerly wanting more of whatever this was. Once the kiss turned from gentle to passionate, then firmer and more determined, I knew I desperately needed him in every way that there is.

"I want you." I was trying to refrain from moaning since he hasn't even touched me properly yet and I was already a mess.

"You have me so easily. Come here." He pulls me into his lap so I straddle him without breaking the kiss. I worked my mouth against his while his hands were roaming my body under my oversized t-shirt. Once he reached the bra clasp he stopped for a second to take a look at my eyes asking for permission to remove it.

"Take it off." I whisper and seconds later the bra was thrown to the side. With one hand he cupped my breast and with the other he pulled me down making me grind on his stiffened crotch. He threw his head back groaning as I pressed myself against him.

"Fuck, take these off." He says tugging at the hem of my shorts. I obediently do as he orders, taking my t-shirt off along the way and in a matter of seconds I'm sitting in his lap only in my panties completely revealing myself to him. He takes a second to admire my naked body with hungry eyes and slightly parted lips eyeing me up and down.

"You're so beautiful, fuck." My heart flutters at his sweet comment even though I didn't want him to be sweet-talking to me. I wanted him to tell me how much he wanted me, what he would do to me, and how he wanted to have me.

His hand found its way to my panties rubbing me over them feeling the now already damp lace fabric. "You're soaking, is this for me? Have I made you feel this wet?" He wasn't even trying to hide the smug on his face. I gasp at his words and his touch, but he wanted to hear me. "Answer me."

"It's all for you." He pulls my panties aside and starts rubbing small and slow torturous circles on my clit.

"This isn't the first time that you're wet for me now is it?" He murmurs against my lips and I gulp panting. "I know it isn't. I know you've been thinking about me." He glides his fingers over my wet folds up and down before he slips his middle finger inside me. I wince at the the coldness of his finger, but soon start moving my hips against his hand.

"Look at you.. So hot, so eager for me. I've been getting hard thinking about you and your innocent lips wrapped around me even though they're anything but innocent." He slips another finger inside me and I almost finish right away at the profanities that he's telling against my skin. I start to unbutton his pants while he takes of his shirt. He lifts himself up on the couch and I stay down on my knees between his legs. I pull his boxers down his legs revealing the long shaft that sprung off his hitting his lower stomach. I decided to tease him a little and start working my tongue everywhere but the tip where he needed me the most. Once again he throws his head back in pleasure desperate for my touch around him and I enjoy every second of listening him moaning my name. I lick his balls and gently dig my nails into the skin of his thighs. He tries to grab himself, but I stop his hand and put it back on the side.

"Wrap your lips around me, you're driving me insane." I smirk as I see him on almost begging for me. It doesn't take long until I do ad he pleases taking his shaft and giving it a few strokes before I start bobbing my head up and down paying special attention to his aching red tip.

"You're taking it so well for me, so fucking beautiful." His words are prompting while he's moving hair out of my face and collecting it into a ponytail so he can lead my head. I continue doing what I was fastening my pace until he stops me taking my chin between his fingers.

"I don't wanna cum like this and if you continue I sure fucking will. I need to feel you around me. Do you want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, Charles fuck I do." I pant as the aching feeling between my legs rises. He pulls me up by my elbows and I straddle him again as he pulls me again for another long kiss his tongue fiercely wrestling mine. He takes his shaft into his hand prepping it a bit before positioning it on my center. I don't wait for him to pull me down on him, I do it myself rolling my hips against him at first slowly so I can adjust to his length and enjoy every second of the feeling of him inside of me.

"Yes baby ride me, you're so good for me. You do it so good." Butterflies errupt in my stomach at him calling me baby. His thumb brushes over my lower lip and I hold onto his hand. His other hand slides down to rub circles on my clit again and I feel my legs starting to shake.

"Oh Charles, Charles.." I cry out his name clenching around him.

"Eyes on me." He lifts up my chin making me look him in the eyes while I come undone around him and he starts working his hips upwards wanting to prolong my climax. I try to squirm away as the excessive feeling of pleasure overwhelms me and sensitivity takes over. Charles stops me by tightly wrapping his strong arms around me hugging me and hiding his face in the crook of my neck leaving trail of small gentle kisses.

"That's it. You're doing so well for me. Can you keep going?" I nod my head yes and he's quick to turn me over and lay me down onto the couch. He pulls himself out of me and presses himself against my stomach his lips never leaving my neck. I tug on his hair with one hand and with the other slide my nails down his back.

"Kiss me." I plead and he does so. He teases me with his tip going over my now too sensitive and wet folds.

"Will you be able to cum for me one more time?"

"I don't know.." I whisper with a trembling voice. "But I don't wanna stop." That's all it takes for him to push himself deep inside me tiredlessly working his hips in and out of me.

"You're so fucking tight." He attaches his lips to my hard nipples flicking his tongue arounf them and nibbling on them making me whine out his name.

"Charles..oh yes."

"So fucking hot hearing you moan my name." He says. "Fuck, what you do to me..Touch yourself for me."

I slide my hand between us down to my clit making quick circular movements and the sight of me touching myself drives him completely crazy it has him rolling his eyes and panting.

"Fuck, baby I'm close, I'm gonna cum." He starts moving his hips faster hitting my walls making me clench myself around him and screaming out his name as I finish one more time. Seconds later he pulls out stroking himself at fast pace and cumming all over my stomach.

Barely catching his breath he gives me a peck on the lips before falling onto me and I close my eyes playing with his locks.

Leaving Charles on the couch, I get up and head towards the bathroom. I slide down my now completely soaked panties and step inside the shower. As the lukewarm water hits my skin, I let out a deep breath and close my eyes letting myself go through all the emotions that have accumulated in me in the last few hours.

Guilt washes over me because I don't feel guilty and because I know I'd do this all over again with him. I have never before experienced something so passionate, sensual, exciting and satisfying, something that left me wanting more of him. I find myself smiling thinking about him and what we just did, but even though i don't want to let myself expect anything, I forgive myself this time because i'm still under the impression of him tightly gripping my body, kissing me all over my neck and calling me 'baby'.

I hear the sound of the shower door opening and soon Charles' hands are resting on my waist and his lips are pressing against my shoulder. I smile tilting my head to the side.

"You're washing me off yourself already?"

"I was hoping you'd come." I turn to face him wrapping my arms around his neck. He leans in to kiss me only this time slowly and gently. "Can I ask you something?" I ask and he nods. "Are you drunk?" He chuckles at my somewhat funny question. It was clear to me that he couldn't get drunk from 3 cans of beer, I just wanted to check how aware he was of our actions. I wanted to get out of him how he felt about this, I wanted him to tell me something, even though at the same time I was afraid of what I would hear. I didn't want anything to ruin these moments, even though I was very curious and impatient.

"Drunk off of you only." I blush leaning my head into the crook of his neck, but he sensed what I was getting at. "Let's not think about anything and enjoy the moment, okay?" He presses a kiss to my forehead and I feel relieved although on the verge of overthinking this.

"Are you tired?" He asks quietly against the skin of my neck.

"A little bit." I gasp letting my eyes close. "Why?" Just as I asked the question, I felt him slowly pressing himself against me.

"Because I can't get enough of you." His tonuge slides over my bottom lip asking for permission and I let him in without any hesitation. "I want to hear you moan my name again." He says into my ear abruptly turning me around and pressing me against the shower wall. He pushes himself inside of me and starts thrusting in and out again further and further.

"Charles.." The slapping of our wet skin echoed throughout the bathroom.

"How are you so tight, fuck.." His pace picked up and I could feel both of us were close. "I'm close baby, I'm not gonna last long."

My back was arched and I held onto the glass with my palms. Soon my legs started shaking and his hips stuttering against me as we both finished at the same time. The moans filled the small space inside the shower as we were coming down from our highs. I was so weak, the strength in my legs long gone I would've fallen down if he hadn't held me.

"Are you okay? Talk to me." He asks gently caressing my cheek.

"I am." I smile assuring him with a kiss. "Let's take a shower and go to bed okay?"

"Okay."

After we showered and dried off with towels, we went to my room and got into bed. Neither of us said anything, he just pulled me close and held me tight around the waist as if I was going to run away any second. There wasn't even any need to say anything. Being in his arms, feeling his breathing on my skin felt so safe, so intimate that I wished this would never end.

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duffslut · 2 months ago

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Don't cry

Axl Rose x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 580

Warnings: Angst!

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- Hey... - You heard Axl's voice approaching you.

It was late at night, past midnight, you had left your boyfriend's house and simply couldn't go back home, you didn't want to have to face your parents in the situation you were in, so you went to the beach and just sat on the sand, watching the sea and letting the tears run down your face. It was cold and windy, but nothing could be worse than the throbbing pain you were feeling in your chest, the anxiety almost stopping you from breathing.

You greeted him Axl with a sad smile, cringing even more as he sat down next to you in the sand.

- How are you doing dear? - He asked in his deep, concerned voice, taking off his jacket and placing it over you, caressing your back with his hand.

- I... - You tried to speak but the tears came even stronger and you turned your face away. - It's all over.

Saying those words made your mind go back to a few hours ago, when you finally got the courage to break up with your boyfriend, and the scene repeated itself in your head, it was the best thing to do, but you didn't know it would hurt so much.

- Don't cry Y/n. - Axl said, touching your chin turning your face carefully towards him, drying your tears with his fingers. - Please, I hate seeing you like this..

You had called Axl because he was your best friend and the only person who could help you at that moment, he always knew the right thing to say, just having his presence calmed you down, he had that power, it was one of his many qualities.

- I'm sorry about this, Axl... - You said sniffling, looking at the redhead next to you. - I shouldn't have bothered you...

You let out a deep breath, Axl took your hand and held it lightly, warming your cold skin.

- I would come to you any time Y/n. - He said. - You know that, right? Things will get better.

You tried to believe him, but none of his words seemed real since you no longer had your boyfriend with you, who had promised the same things, but still had broke your heart.

- I don't know... I feel alone, lost. - You said, and noticed Axl's eyes sadden.

- You're not alone sweet girl, I wish I could make you believe... - He looked away. - I know exactly how you are feeling inside.

You couldn't decipher his gaze as he stared out to sea, you didn't say anything, you snuggled into him in a hug and closed your eyes for a few minutes, absorbing his scent mixed with the scent of the sea.

- Can I sleep at your place tonight? - You asked, opening your eyes and accidentally looking at him - I can't go home.

Axl nodded in response and you both got up and walked to his car.

You had already slept at his house several times, but it was the first time you actually lay down in his bed, your eyes red from crying began to close automatically, letting sleep take over your body, Axl watched you standing next to the bed, stroking your hair and saying things that sleep didn't allow you to understand perfectly, but something inside you felt that he was being the most sincere he had ever been.

- You're the most special girl in the world...

I will never leave your side...

I hate to see you cry...

I love you...

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heich0e · 2 years ago

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"you can't eat blueberries for dinner."

the berry pinched between your thumb and forefinger pauses just at the threshold of your parted lips, your eyes flickering up to the man before you who watches you with his hands on his hips. you hold eye contact as you pop it into your mouth, something almost smug in the deliberate maintenance of his stare.

"god gave me free will and a chequing account, so actually i can do whatever i want."

rintarou doesn't find this funny–he does actually, but he refuses to give you the satisfaction of knowing that–and his expression stays passive as he watches you pop another little blue fruit into your waiting mouth. he continues to stare, and you continue to eat (ignoring him) until finally he sighs and shuffles away.

you have very little time to appreciate your victory before you hear a racket coming from the kitchen.

you wouldn't consider yourself a particularly intrusive person, by nature. you're generally happy to live and let live, especially when it comes to your longterm, live-in boyfriend: oftentimes it's better not knowing what suna's up to, for your own sanity. but your nosiness, and his noisiness, soon gets the better of you, and you shuffle over to the kitchen with your little bowl of blueberries in tow.

"what are you doing?" you ask, watching as rintarou rifles through the refrigerator in a crouch. there's something very primitive about his stance, hunter-gatherer even–though you know enough about him to know that were he a hunter-gatherer he'd be unlikely to survive a winter.

suna rises from his stoop with a strange assortment of ingredients in his arms, none of which really go together, and he looks at you proudly.

"i'm making you dinner."

you scrunch up your nose.

"uhhhhh-" you draw out the noise as your brain struggles for a proper response. "i'm not hungry."

he might even have believed you, if you hadn't popped a handful of blueberries into your mouth just after saying it.

rintarou drops his armful of ingredients onto the counter, looking at you pointedly.

"you can't eat blueberries for dinner," he repeats his earlier point firmly.

"why not?" you parry petulantly.

"blueberries aren't a meal. they're a fruit."

"they have antioxidants. they're anti-aging."

suna pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes out a long, aggrieved breath. "you're the most pro-aging thing in my life."

you waggle a finger at him accusatorially. "don't blame me for your grey hairs. if anything blame atsumu–he beat me to you by like three years."

rintarou places his palms flat on the counter and leans towards you on the other side. "baby, let me make you dinner."

he's changed his tactic now, playing a different angle in his effort to persuade you. he's softened his tone, lets his lashes flutter in a demure blink, his lower lip pouts slightly. in any other argument it may have been enough to sway you.

there's just one problem:

suna rintarou cannot cook to save his own life.

this is not to say that rintarou can't feed himself, or relies on you to take care of him in that regard. suna's happy to eat whatever he manages to scrape (or singe) together for his own consumption, and does it without complaint. it's just that, in all the time the two of you've been together, you can count on your own ten fingers the number of times he's made a meal that could be considered edible (and that's under relatively lenient terms.)

it really only becomes an issue at times like these.

"rin," you start, choosing your words very carefully, "i'm really not that hungry."

"it's the first night all week you've been home in time for dinner," he argues, "shouldn't you eat a real meal?"

he's not necessarily wrong–much to your eternal dismay. you've been working late all week, and it's the first evening you've made it home while the sun is still up, let alone at an hour that could be considered a normal meal-time. but as a result of your long work days, you're left with no energy to even think about what you might want to eat, let alone prepare something. even just ordering takeout seems too involved for the meagre amount of brainpower you have.

ergo, blueberries.

"i'm too tired," you say, your shoulders slumping slightly. you set your (mostly eaten) bowl of blueberries down on the countertop in front of you.

suna watches your body language shift, sees the visible deflation of your frame. he approaches you, slinking up alongside and pressing himself into you, an arm snaking around your waist. it's comforting, protective even. it makes you feel nice.

suna tugs you into him a little bit further, and you don't have the energy (or the desire) to fight him off. you let him pull you into his arms, burrowing your face in the front of his t-shirt, and you feel his palms brushing comfortingly along your back.

"long week?" he murmurs into the top of your hair after a moment of letting him hold you. you nod as much as you can, squished against his chest. his hands stop patting along your spine, and (mortifyingly) you let out an involuntary sound of displeasure, he chuckles lightly and then resumes the motions, swaying you gently while he's at it.

it's kind of nice, just letting him hold you like that.

you might even call it romantic if you could ever consider yourself so sentimental.

emphasis on might though, because your stomach chooses that exact moment to rumble, shattering any semblance of ambiance that may have existed.

rintarou laughs, really laughs, when it happens. it's the kind of laugh where you know if you were to look at him his teeth would be bared and his eyes would be crinkling, his head tipped back in his mirth. but you don't look up at him, instead you groan and press your face even further into his chest to hide your shame.

suna's arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you tightly before hoisting you up–still laughing as he plunks you down onto the kitchen counter right between his forgotten ingredients and your abandoned blueberries, slotting himself between your legs.

he takes your chin in his hand and tilts your face up to meet his, your nose scrunched up in embarrassed indignity. he kisses your cheek, but he's grinning, so you mostly just feel the press of his teeth.

"at least one part of you is honest," he teases.

you can't really even argue with him, given the circumstances.

suna steps away for a moment, reaching up to the top of the refrigerator and snatching the stack of takeout menus to nagano's finest(-ish) eating establishments (at least within 6 blocks) that the two of you have collected over the years. he fans them out between his fingers and totes them over to you, slipping back between your thighs and holding them up in front of your nose.

"pick one," he says.

"rin, i'm too tired to-"

"just pick a menu and i'll do the rest," he assures you gently. "i'll order, pick up, and hand deliver it right to you on that couch,"–he nods his head over your shoulder in the direction of your living room–"all you have to do is pick one."

you peer at him for a moment, a little shocked–a little moved–by his thoughtfulness.

you place a hand over his and gently lower the fan of takeout menus between you, craning up to press your mouth to his. he seems a little bit surprised by the gesture, but happily reciprocates, parting his lips against your own and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

you pull away before anything gets too heated, plucking a menu at random from his hand.

"this one," you say, clearing your throat and looking away coyly, a heat prickling through your cheeks.

rintarou laughs lightly, taking the menu you've chosen with a nod. he kisses your cheek again.

"whatever you want," he agrees, turning the menu over to see which restaurant you've chosen for your evening's meal.

"you're being really nice to me," you say to him quietly, appreciatively, as close to proper thanks as the two of you usually ever get.

he lifts his gaze from the menu to peek at you.

"duh," he replies, "i love you."

the heat in your cheeks intensifies, and you can't blame the feeling in your stomach on a pang of hunger.

you can't help but laugh at how plainly he says it.

"besides," he goes on to add, setting the menu down under his palm on the kitchen counter, dipping down until the two of you are nose to nose and your lips are almost brushing, "i'm getting dinner, so that means you're responsible for dessert."

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nomoreusername · 2 months ago

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Out of Denial

Pairing:Gally x gender neutral reader

Summary: Seeing Gally again brings up emotions you thought you pushed past.

“You were supposed to be dead?!”

“Good to see you too.”

“That's not-that isn't what I meant. It's just-I-we watched you get impaled. That would kill anyone. How are you here, Gally? That's insane. This is insane,”I rambled.

“So is life, seeing as I’m still in it.”

“This is crazy. This just feels like a nightmare,”I admitted, handing him the icepack for his nose. While it didn't look swollen, Thomas had still punched him in the face. Who knows what he would look like tomorrow?

Who even knew he would be awake tomorrow?

I certainly didn't.

“I don't know what you want me to say. I survived, I got picked up, now I’m here,”He listed, placing it on his face.

“That’s an insane thing to survive though. It’s almost unsurvivable, and you're just alive? I mean I’m happy about that. I really am, but it's still a lot. You could always be unexpected, but this is a new level,”I tried to explain.

“I’m alive though. Shouldn't that make you happy?”He pointed out.

“It's not that easy. I have been grieving you for almost a year now. I lived my life in constant mourning for people dying in front of me and for the person who means everything. Now that you're actually here, my mind has this urge to deny everything else. It wants to make up stories where I can see Alby and Winston and everyone else again,”I sighed, purposely not saying Chuck. Sitting beside him, I rested my head on the couch as I looked at him, my feet tucked under me as I took in the information.

“This is good though. It should be good that I’m alive,”He mumbled.

“It is, but it just makes me want to make up all these stories that I know aren't true. It's like since one person I care about isn't actually dead, maybe nobody else is either. Maybe everyone else is living out a secret life. And I know that sounds crazy, and I know it isn't true, but some part of me is so tempted to believe it.”

“I’m sorry. I really wanted to contact you, but I didn't know how. I didn't know where to even start looking, and I didn't know if anybody would want to see me. I didn't mean to make it harder.”

“It's not that you made it harder. I used to spend almost all my time justifying exactly this. Justifying why you were actually okay and safe. Then, I had to push past that and accept that you were never coming back. Now you are back though, and I have to accept that that's not happening for anybody else. It's a lot to take in and accept, on top of what we came here for. There's just so much going on in so little time.”

“I know there is, and I hate that I just threw this on you, but I had to. I saw you, and I had to see you for real again.”

“Gally, do you think that everything will just go back to the way it was before this?”I asked slowly, my expression dropping at the thought.

“No. Not really, but a guy can dream,”He shrugged, leaning his head back. He placed his icepack in his lap before turning to face me. “So where do we start then? Where do we go from here?”

“I don't know,”I admitted.

“Well, I don't either. I wish I did, that I had the answers, but I barely have answers for what's been going on in the past several months, much less hours.”

“It's not your fault,”I repeated.

“Maybe. Maybe not. I can't tell anymore.”

“I can, and you know I’ll call you out when you do something wrong. Right now, you don't have to be. You’ve been through enough. We all have, and it's not your fault life won't give any of us a break.”

“You really mean that?”

“Of course,”I smiled.

“Well, thanks. For the advice. And the icepack,”He smiled back, holding it up.

“It was the least I could do after leaving you like that,”I promised.

“You don't think I blame you for that, do you?”

“I don't know. I’ve been trying not to think about it,”I admitted.

“But now you have to,”He added, reading my mind.

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

“And I have to help think about what we do next, don't I?”

“About us?”I confirmed.

“Yeah. About us.”

“Yeah. I guess you do.”

#gally x y/n #gally x you #gally x reader #tmr gally #gally tmr #gally maze runner #maze runner gally #the maze runner #tmr #oneshot

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pablitogavii · 1 year ago

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No more distance

“She doesn’t want to leave the bloody apartment Pablo! How am I supposed to talk her into this???” Your friend was secretly on the phone with your boyfriend who was on his way to surprise you since it’s been awhile since you’ve been together.

“Take her to sushi…she loves sushi!” He said and she agreed sending him the address of the place they will be so he can just show up and surprise you.

“I don’t want to leave this bed!!! Just leave me here!!!” You were whining for half an hour while she tried to get you to get ready.

“Not even for sushi???” She used Gavis advice which was working like a charm. You were up and going in a few minutes.

“I know it can’t be easy girl…being so far away? But you love each other a lot and you will survive this!” She said but you were still in the bad mood really missing Pablo little extra lately. It’s been a long time since you were close to each other…close enough to touch and kiss like a real couple…

“I miss him a lot…” you sighed feeling someone place hands on your eyes and you screamed making the whole restaurant pay you attention while your friend giggled.

“Would you giggle if someone kidnaps me too!??” You said touching the obvious manly hands as your heart started racing as tears fell down your cheeks wetting Pablo’s hands.

“You’re not real…you can’t be really here…I’m dreaming again…it’s a dream!!!” You said and a Pablo’s heart melted when he felt you crying as he moved closer squatting down and removing his hands but you were still keeping your eyes closer.

“Amor, open your eyes preciosa…” Pablo was drying your tears seeing your friend smiling at the two of you.

“If I do that…you will disapper” you Said sadly AND Pablo smiled leaning in AND kissing your wet cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere…not without you…again” he spoke while kissing and you were blushing hard at the thought of everyone watching you two right now.

“Um…Pablo?” You say reaching your hand and placing it on his face without watching and he chuckled.

“Yes, amor???” He answered kissing your fingers on his mouth.

“You promise???” You ask and he nodded which you felt under your hand.

“I promise…open up and look at me preciosa” he said and you slowly opened your eyelids smiling wide when you say that he was really there with you.

“P…p..ablo” you said and he smiled leaning closer and kissing your lips this time as everyone cheered before returning to their dinners.

“Hi…” he said after pulling away and you snaked your arms around his neck staring at him in utter awe.

“Hi…” you repeats as he kissed your nose playfully.

“We’re gonna…” Pablo started and your friend nodded smiling at you being happy again with him together.

“Go..!” She said and you two ran out of the restaurant holding onto each others hand very tightly.

Pablo took you to get some ice cream and you were currently cuddling in bed chatting about any random thing that came to mind.

"I can't believe you're really here Pablito..." you said nuzzling your face into his neck and he smiled kissing the top of your head.

"I missed you so much preciosa...having you sleep in my arms like this. It's priceless...so please come to Barcelona with me?" he said and you were currently tearing up feeling so happy that Pablo didn't want to leave you again.

"Are you sleeping or choosing to ignore my question amor? " he giggled feeling a little worried of scaring you off but when you looked up at him with those happy eyes he knew already what is your answer.

"I want to go to Barcelona with you Pablo...no more distance!!!" you said and he leaned down to kiss your lips loving;y.

"No more distance amor<333" he said after you pulled away excited for your future togehter while holding tightly onto each other and getting some well deserved rest.

Might not be long...but cute nevertheless <333 for y'all!!!

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nogenderbee · 9 months ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕙𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hi there, blade, jing yuan, welt and dan heng with a teen reader thats like nene kusanagi? :)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hey hey! And omg yes of course! I love the crossover I get from pjsk and hsr honestly ^^ So hopefully you'll like at least a bit what I wrote!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic

✧ Dan Heng honestly liked your shyness, you were like the only person on the Express who didn't chat that much so he found your presence quite relaxing

✧ but if you fine silences uncomfortable, he won't force moments when you two just sit next to each other silently and relax after long day

✧ bur silence is quickly broke by you playing your games and he realizes he was wrong... you're still not this bad but when your cheering gets louder within every day, it really makes him reconsider his thoughts

✧ it certainly takes him some time but believe me, he can get used and learn how to ignore your cheering, so he's back at finding your presence relaxing

✧ he doesn't mind your sharp tongue at all, in fact he's happy you can stand up for yourself- what do you mean it's only towards people you're comfortable with?!

"Eh... they want vanilla cupcake. What? And with sprinkles... Can't you really say it yourself? You were confident enough to insult someone's whole life in there shooting game of yours."

✧ that certainly surprises him but he realizes that when someone insults you irl, he'll have to be the one to step in...

✧ he doesn't mind your passions but be he's not necessarily interested in trying them out either... he just sort of accepts it like a hobby of any other

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Welt is definitely trying to be supportive and he doesn't mind your shyness a bit, he finds it adorable and it makes him somehow hopeful you won't cause troubles despite being a teen on express

✧ but once you get comfortable and he hears how emotional you can get during your games? He's on...

✧ you know how parents always say "it's because of your phone"? Yeah it's him... but he just applies that to your mood swings and sharp tongue, and nothing irrelevant like stomach pain!

"Watch tour language. I understand they made you mad but you stiill shouldn't say things like that. How about you take a break? Himeko just made tea."

✧ at some point, he probably tried giving you screen time limit but he can't be too strict... so unless you're troublemaker, you'll get past few additional hours

✧ he finds it curious how your personality switches depending on how comfortable you are, but he figures out why it happens pretty quickly

✧ he'll gladly take you with express on any exploration so you can slowly get more courageful, but if you'll prefer to stay in with PomPom and probably Dan Heng too, he's not gonna force you

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

✧ Jing Yuan is pretty interested in your personality and passions if being honest

✧ he didn't mind your shyness and when you started being playfully salty? He saw it as a little gift of seeing your real self after hard work of gaining your trust

✧ he doesn't mind speaking for you, he'll even lens you his ear what you want to say and he'll repeat it

"You know I don't mind you hiding behind me. But I'll have to ask you to not pull my hair, please?"

✧ also, he never takes your remarks too personally, he appreciates the friendly critique and knows that you're just being playful teen

✧ he loves listening about your games, movies and so on! In fact, he even asked you if he could watch or play a bit

✧ he's not great at gaming but with you carrying him, you still rarely loose and both of you have fun because somehow, Jing Yuan finds weirdest buts and easter eggs while wandering around

✧ he knows someone in Xianzhou who may share your passion for games... so he uses that to get you some new friends and hopefully to open up to more people

✧ that's really the only thing he might push you forward to, if you have trouble making friends, he has no problem with helping you find the right people

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

✧ at first you were nothing like Silver Wolf to Blade, but after he saw how competitive and honest you can be... he finds so many similiar traits between you two

✧ you mean games made you so salty? What's going on with kids these days...

✧ but in the end, he couldn't care less as long as you worn annoy him

✧ and luckily for him, you're still rather shy so his intense gaze seems enough to make you go away and he'll use that fact

✧ but when you start getting more comfortable around him and Stallaron Hunters... he realizes it's not so easy anymore...

✧ you're not necessarily bothering him but he can hear your insults and remarks on his persona when you talk with Silver

✧ instead of 1 game fanatic who screams, yells and cheers after every victory or death, now he has to deal with 2... great.

"Keep it down you two. Don't forget where you are and what's our mission. Just because we're having a break doesn't mean you should give away our hideout. Because I can promise, I won't save you when enemies come."

✧ he really feels more on neutral end to you tho... you may talk behind his back and cheer and so... but you never tried forcing him into games he didn't like

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@vodka-glrl - come get your cold man!

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cheeseceli · 1 year ago

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Even after all

pairing: Beomgyu × gn!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none? lemme know if there's something I missed

A/n: nah this one's my masterpiece fr

"Y/n," you heard Beomgyu's voice through your sleep. Although it was soft, it was enough to make you open your eyes "wake up."

And so you did.

You saw your boyfriend's face before anything else. He was sitting on the bed side and he was very, very awake, unlike you. It seemed like he ignored the fact that it was nearly 2am and he performed the whole day, instead deciding to stay awake and active.

"Gyu? What happened?"

"Marry me."

You sat up as well. Your voice was hoarse and your vision was a bit blurred, but you heard him well. But that was reality. Maybe you were sleepy still. For what you know that could be a wild dream. So you replied with the only reasonable answer you could've thought of:

"What?"

"Marry me" he repeated himself louder this time, thinking that the only problem was that you couldn't quite hear him. Up on seeing your still confused face, he explained into more details. "I don't have a ring. I don't have a speech and I don't have our families approval. I wasn't planning on doing this. I thought about marriage quite a few times but I never actually planned anything. That is, until now."

"Did you plan this?"

He giggled, noticing how absurd the occasion was. But then he looked at you and you saw he had no intentions of backing down, his determination growing by the second.

"Waking up and asking for your hand before you could even process anything? No, I... I didn't plan this. But you woke up at 3 am yesterday because of your job and still waited for me to come home at midnight. You ask to watch all my performances even though they are basically all the same thing. You take care of me even when we're a sea apart. You always give me so much support and always help me improve. You said yes to dating an idol and haven't complained not even once, even when you had so many reasons to. For God's sake, you said yes to dating me" he said while laughing, with love shining through his eyes "and even though I can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, you never left my side. Y/n, I've never felt so loved before. And I would be and idiot if I didn't try to flourish it. So, marry me?"

He was holding your hand like it meant the most precious thing in the world for him, and it actually did. Not even once he stopped looking at you with so much love and determination. The more you looked at him the more you were speechless. You couldn't find the right words to explain your feelings even if you knew all the languages in the world, or if you had a million years to try, so you did all you could think of:

With open arms, you threw yourself over him making him lose his balance and making you both fall on the bed. Still, you didn't loosen your grip, hugging him tighter than you ever did. You were so close that you could feel his heart beat. Strong and peaceful at the same time. All yours.

"Should I take this as a yes?"

You nodded your head, unable of giving him a proper answer as the feelings were all over the place and the tears flooded down.

"Are you crying?"

"You just proposed to me, of course I'm crying."

He laughed again, taking your face into his hands. He was smiling. You swear you've never seen such a big and genuine smile plastering his lips before. "And you said yes. I can't believe you said yes."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Oh, how I love you. Let's sleep now, hm? I've already stolen too many precious hours of your sleep."

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep anyways. You better not regret this once we wake up."

Beomgyu adjusted his position while not letting go of you. He hugged you tight and kissed your forehead. You couldn't see him, but you could imagine his satisfied smile when he said:

"I wouldn't regret this in a lifetime."

dividers by @cafekitsune

feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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jtl-fics · 1 year ago

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Fluent Freshman - Part 44

The flight up to New York is a pleasant one.

The time in the airport itself had been less pleasant. Matt, as it turns out, is a firm believer in arriving with just enough time to check a bag, get through security, and get to the gate. He had claimed up, down, left, and right that he had it down to a science.

No matter how many times Smith had wondered about the scientific rigor of this 'science' he still kept it to himself. There was no need for Smith to voice his uncertainty with this plan because Kevin well and truly had it covered.

"You're giving us only an hour to check bags, get through security, and get to our gate?!" Kevin demands.

"Kevin, if you wanted to be there earlier then you could have asked Andrew to give yo a ride." Matt says. "We'll be fine."

"You know what Neil and Andrew get like when they have a long roadtrip ahead of them." Kevin argues.

"All lovey-dovey?" Nicky asks as Aaron makes a gagging sound.

"No, well yes, but no they always stop and buy all of the worst food too." Kevin reminds. "I'm just concerned about us missing our flight! We have barely enough time!" Kevin huffs crossing his arms.

"You're wrong anyways." Aaron says idly as he continues to text with Katelyn.

"How am I wrong?!" Kevin demands.

"We also have to park within that hour that Matt has left us with." Aaron says looking up from his phone.

"Matt!" Kevin squawks.

"It'll be fine." Matt reassures for the 2nd time.

"We all have checked bags!" Kevin exclaims, "What if we miss our flight?!" he wails.

"It'll be fine!" Matt repeats.

"No it won't!" Kevin exclaims.

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It was fine.

The only real delays they met were at security.

Smith prided himself on being efficient in the security line. He has his watch off, his phone and ID secured in a zipped jacket pocket, his backpack and electronics in separate trays, and his shoes ready to be slipped off.

So he was shamed to have been the cause of the first delay when the TSA agent wouldn't wave Smith through the metal detector since she didn't realize he was there. That had been a whole anxiety attack and a half as the line had formed up behind him all wondering what the hold-up was.

Finally she seemed to startle as she realized that Smith had been standing there waiting and waved him through.

The other delay was that Kevin got patted down after he had forgotten to empty his 'emergency' water bottle.

It was probably for the best that they didn't have to be in the airport for that long. Every announcement that it was very important to not leave your bag unattended made him worry that with every blink somehow someone had slipped a bomb into his backpack.

While it was on his back.

As he was running with the rest of his friends to their gate.

"It just had to be the gate on the other end of the terminal." Aaron huffs.

"It would have been 100% perfect if someone hadn't left their water bottle in their bag despite the, let me check, 3,820 signs that said remove all liquids from your carry-ons!" Matt says as they continues to run.

"I said I forgot!" Kevin yells back from his spot at the front of the pack. Smith was under the distinct impression that Kevin was keeping pace with them since he had seen the Striker move much faster on the court and during warm-ups.

"We could have forgiven that!" Nicky pants, "Why did you have to slam the whole thing to prove that it was 'just water'?" he asks.

"Because I wanted to prove I wasn't a national security threat!" Kevin says. "I'll be going to the Olympics in a couple years and I can't have that on my record." he continues as he rounds a corner.

"What record?!" Smith asks suddenly worried that there was a record.

"Smithy, there's no record Kevin's just an idiot. An idiot who got patted down, tested for explosives, and had his carry-on searched." Nicky huffs.

"You don't know that there's not a record! The record everything nowadays!" Kevin huffs and their gate is in sight.

"Kevin, just shut up!" Aaron exclaims as they reach the line for their flight.

"Wait why aren't any of you getting shitty with Smiths?!" Kevin asks.

"His delay was like a minute and more importantly NOT HIS FAULT!" Nicky defends.

"He should have just walked through!" Kevin argues.

"Oh it's fine if he gets a record but not you?!" Aaron asks.

"So there is a record?!" Smith asks again.

They reach the line and the largely empty area around their gate is more than enough evidence that this was the final boarding. Smith breathed a sigh of relief as he took his place in line behind Nicky.

"The lines pretty slow, I'm going to go get a water." Kevin says and before any of them can say anything he is off towards a busy looking Newsweek store.

"I cannot believe him." Aaron huffs.

"All that water he just drank and is about to drink? He has lost window seat privileges." Matt pants wiping sweat from his brow.

"Agreed." Nicky says.

Smith laughed between panting breaths. His stomach hurt a bit from the stress of running but it was fine.

They get on the plane without Kevin and head to their seats. Most of the overhead storage is taken up at this point but Smith slides his bag under the middle seat in front of him after Matt

In the end, Kevin barely made it onto the plane in time since he got caught up in deciding on water. "You're in my seat." Kevin says as the only man not yet seated.

"I am not about to spend this flight getting up every 2 minutes because you have to pee." Matt says, "Abby didn't used to need to take all those pitstops when we're on the bus." Matt adds.

"I hate the aisle, the cart could hit my legs." Kevin argues.

"Then you can sit in the middle if Smith's willing to move." Matt says.

"You can have the middle Kevin." Smith offers actually preferring the aisle seat since then he doesn't have to ask anyone to move for him.

"I hate the middle seat, there is no room." Kevin crosses his arms.

"Smith is like only 3 inches shorter than you and he's not complaining." Matt continues.

"It's an important 3 inches."

"I bet it is."

"Nicky, are you serious?"

"What?!"

"There is an uninvolved member of the public, right there."

"He's wearing headphones it's fine!"

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It's fine.

Eventually Kevin takes the middle seat if for no other reason than Matt stubbornly pretends to go to sleep but absolutely does not want the aisle seat either.

Smith gives it up and ends up with his own preferred seat while Kevin pointedly takes both of the arm rests, as is his right. The plane ride progresses smoothly from there. Smith has always liked flying. There is always a sense that the second that he gets onto the plane and the door closes he has absolutely zero control over what happens afterwards.

That is a nice comfort.

He pays attention to the safety briefing, finds his nearest exit, and that he should secure the bag over his own face before securing it on Kevin's.

He puts his headphones on and tries not to think about the anxiety of meeting the 'girls'.

He has heard much about the 'girls'.

Allison Reynolds. Allison was someone who's legacy existed even outside of the team. Smith didn't know much about fashion but a Reynolds bet remained a solid practice within Palmetto. She was, undeniably, absolutely gorgeous and if Kevin was to be believed 'kind of a bitch'. Nicky had swatted his arm but had said that it was not entirely inaccurate but like 'in the best way'.

Dan Wilds. He met Dan. Dan was nice. Also, if Matt was to be believed, the best human to ever walk the planet earth. The reason the sun rose in the east and set in the west. The gravitational pull that held the universe together. If Andrew is to be believed, she's fine.

Renee Walker. Renee was the one who taught Andrew how to use knives. His friend has talked warmly of her, in the way that Andrew talks warmly about anyone which is mentioning them at all. She was the one that Smith was the most anxious about meeting.

Kevin turns his nose up at the ginger ale that Smith gets but he's allowed these now per his actual doctors orders.

1 hour left until arriving at JFK.

He hopes this ginger ale is enough to calm his stomach since he's still not allowed Pepto.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #Oh boy it feels nice to write this again #If I were to name this chapter something else it would be 'Smiths on a Plane'#MAN IT'S BEEN A MONTH #Moved #got my place painted #got new appliances because my old ones were older than me #Developed a life long hatred for whoever designed the barstools I bought from WayFair #It was not just what I needed #Anyway we're back #Smith's on a plane #About to meet the GIRLS #Kevin almost had to call Andreil to have them come back #There may have been some autographs given to the staff to be able to re-open the door for him.#He wanted mineral water and wanted to be selective on the minerals #I don't mean to write him like this but every time I write him he is like this #Matt is based on my sister in this regard with 'exact science' meanwhile I show up 4 hours early to a flight #Like no checked bag I'm TSA pre-checked #I have never missed a flight and I fear what i'd do if I did #Matt may be a bit of a Gomez for Dan but who can blame him #Next up Smith actually meets the girls #Fluent Freshman - 44 #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Palmetto State Foxes #AFTG Fic

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mncxbe · 7 months ago

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THINKING ABOUT...

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒂/𝒏: i've been listening to espresso on repeat these days and it's so denji coded i just had to write this.

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 who has a massive crush on you, his favourite singer. he learns all your songs and choreographies, the tv in his room stuck on a music programme just in case your music videos are played so he can watch you.

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 who keeps up with the latest news about you– the trips you take and fan meetings you host, the dramas you're involved in and knows the dates of your upcoming concerts by heart. he knows he could never afford going to one, but he still memorizes them

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 who thinks about you day and night. he's completely smitten with you, dreaming about meeting you one day and asking for your autograph. you'd give it to him, right? of course you would, you were the sweetest girl ever

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 whose heart skips a beat when he spots you inside a café, prettily seated at a table as you scroll on your phone and sip from your cup. he rushes inside the coffee shop, brimming with anticipation as he comes up to your table. he doesn't spare you the generic "god i can't believe it's you. i'm like your biggest fan" talk before asking for an autograph

you've been through this before a thousand times, it's a given when you're a popular idol. still, there's something about this guy that's just adorable. he's so flustered, stumbling over his words and toying with the end of his black tie. you ask him for something to write on and he checks his pockets, his pretty face dropping when he realizes he doesn't have any paper on him. so you simply sign your autograph on a napkin you find on the table.

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊, who's quite literally about to faint when you pass him the folded napkin with a wide smile on your face. his fingers brush against yours in the process, his heart beating ten times faster. half afraid he's going to make a fool of himself if he stays any longer, he mutters a thank you and bows, rushing out of the café. once outside, he eventually regains his composure and unfolds the napkin, his eyes shooting open when he sees you didn't only give him your autograph, but also your number. was he actually real? nah, he must be dreaming, right?

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 who waits a few hours before texting you. he doesn't want to seem too desperate (though he is). he waits all day by his phone, checking it every five minutes just in case he missed the notification sound. when you text him back he's thrilled, grinning from ear to ear like a lovesick idiot

thought you gave me a false number for a second haha

aww, you can't possibly think i'm that cruel

course not, you're so nice, really. can we meet one day? i mean, i'd like it if you're down for it. i don't mean to intrude though

well, i didn't give you my number for nothing. are you free tomorrow?♡

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊, who actually thinks he's dreaming. he's getting a date with his favourite idol, it feel so surreal. still, he makes sure to put on the nicest clothes on to impress you and ends up arriving at your meeting spot half an hour earlier.

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 who somehow manages to fall head over heels for you after just one date. you were even nicer in person, so caring and sweet and attentive– surprisingly normal in the best was possible. he knows he's a bit awkward, gushing over how much he loves your music and how lucky he is to be able to meet you irl but you don't mind it. if anything, you find his behaviour adorable.

by the end of the date you have him wrapped around your finger. he walks you home, his hand loosely holding yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand. denji hopes you didn't notice how sweaty his palm is, how nervous he is. god, you were driving him crazy

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 who swallows the lump in his throat, shyly looking down at his shoes when you ask him for a goodbye kiss once you get in from of your apartment building. for a moment he thinks you're joking, but it soon becomes apparent that you're dead serious. hesitantly wrapping an arm around your lower back, he presses his lips against yours.

you taste like strawberry chapstick and he loves it, eagerly deepening the kiss, his hands gripping your waist in a desperate attempt to keep himself in check. but you can feel his growing bulge pressing against your navel when he pulls you closer.

he's a blushing mess after you break the kiss and wish him goodnight, thanking him for the date before you disappear inside your apartment complex.

hey there pretty boy. did you get home?

yea, all safe and sound

good, good. thanks again for today. i had such a great time. can't wait to see you again♡♡

totally, me too. just let me know when you're free

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 who's promoted to boyfriend level after a few more dates. he truly can't believe his luck, it feels like all his dreams came true– he accompanies you to all your events, meeting your friends on weekends and going on city get-aways to places he never dreamt of visiting. all that aside, he loves you so much. just being around you makes him feel like the happiest man alive.

he's never had a relationship before so it was all so new to him. he wasn't used to being so loved either so now that he was finally getting the affection he always craved, he was starting to feel that normality he's always wished for. in just a matter of months, he had the life of his dreams. and he shared it with the girl of his dreams.

#denji as a loser guy (affectionate) who loves his girlfriend more than anything has me kicking my feet and throwing my plushies off the bed #i lob him #‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚#csm #denji x reader #csm x reader #denji #chainsaw man #csm denji

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jjameslily · 2 months ago

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HI.. if up for writing, here’s a drabble:

Jily prompt:

"Let’s have a baby”

“Lils, we are in the middle of a war. What if something happened to you and our child??”

ooooh what a lovely surprise! thank you! i can't remember the last time i received a prompt, anon <3

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The week passed with a stillness around Lily as she moved through the hours like a ghost.

She was silent as he ran a comb through her hair and when he zipped the back of her black dress. She stood beside him silently at her mother’s funeral, gaze fixed on something far beyond the service. Silent when she placed flowers from the garden on her casket - daffodils, a promise to meet again in the next life. And silent when they’d returned home at the end of the day, sinking to her knees the moment they crossed the threshold. James had dropped beside her, his arms wrapping around her without a word.

Now, Lily sat by the window, bathed in the fading glow of the evening. It was the spot in the house she had seemed to lose herself in most since these days, just staring at the horizon. Silent.

“Let’s have a baby,” she said quietly.

The first words that she’d spoken in days and James could hardly believe he’d even heard her correctly. "What?"

She turned to face him, the light from the window casting a glow over her hair and her eyes clearer than they’d been.

“I want a baby,” she repeated, louder this time. “With you.”

He let out a breathy, nervous laugh. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

She smiled - a real one, small and fleeting, but enough to make it feel like his heart was bursting.

James crossed the room to kneel in front of her, taking her hand in his and brushing it against his lips. She leaned into him, bringing her forehead gently to press it against his own, eyes closing as she breathed him in.

“Lils, we’re in the middle of a war,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. And for all the silence that haunted the house for a week, now it was James who couldn’t bear to say it out loud. The fear of bringing a child into a world that seemed determined to tear everything apart. The fear that had kept him awake for countless nights. The fear of losing her, his family, of failing to protect everything he loved and watching it slip from his grasp.

“What if something happened to you or our child?”

At the sound of his trembling voice, Lily pulled her hand from his lips and reached for him, cradling his face in between her soft, warm hands.

He watched as her expression softened, her eyes trailing over his face, thumb brushing against his skin. James felt like his entire soul was laid bare when he was under the safety of her gaze. Looking into her shining green eyes, he saw them reflect back at him with love, yearning, sadness - something else that had been hidden away for so long. And he knew he didn’t have to say anything else.

Lily’s breath was shaky as she drew it in. "I don't want to live waiting for the day we die - for something that could happen a year from now or ten," she said. "If we live that way, I'm not sure we even believe in the future we're fighting for anymore." Any unshed tears she had been trying to keep at bay began to roll down her cheeks. Her words were not pleading, but honest. "I want to have a child with you and continue fighting for a world worthy of them. I want to know if they’ll be just as stubborn and wild as you or if they’ll have my eyes and your messy hair.”

She brought her lips to his then, a soft reassurance. A promise neither of them dared speak.

“I want that with you,” she whispered against his lips.

And James understood. “A future,” he whispered back, leaning into her kiss.

#and then they lived happily ever after!#jple #jily fic #jily #era: marauders #answered #ask #mine: fic #<3

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occasionallyprosie · 3 months ago

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"A Song On Repeat"

Chapter 3

Secrets are shared, tears shed, flower crowns made, and bunnies cuddled :)

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Legend stared at the ceiling of the room he'd been left in.

Nobody had bothered him in the past nine hours, they had told him outright to stay in bed and just rest until someone came to get him for breakfast.

He wasn't sure if that was the best idea, leaving him in the silence of a small bedroom, listening to voices of times left behind. Their words continued to echo through his mind, images flashed around him, and he wondered just how real the farmhouse was...

What were the chances this was some... random dream? That the goddesses had been watching him fight that impossible battle and decided that, since he refused to give up, they would just place him in an unreality where he could and did succeed? What if that was what happened? How would he tell? Koholint had its failings, but it was forged by a small, ocean deity, not the goddesses themselves.

What if it wasn't the goddesses but the Shadow? What if it locked him within his own mind in a world he would believe, all so it could finally win for good.

He sat up and reached for his bag by the bed. He pulled out his ocarina, the ceramic one that he'd painted a soft, tropical pink... hibiscus pink, and he raised it to his lips.

The first note, a clear one that filled the air was a clear A and he dropped the instrument. It fell from his lap onto the hard floor, thudding loudly, not breaking but that really didn't matter as that damned song played through his mind.

Behind the screams, behind the cries of pain, the pleas for it to cease, the broken promises voiced in their final breaths, behind their last words, was that song Time taught him late one evening that felt to be so long ago it had to of been a lifetime.

Something grabbed his hands and he startled.

A vivid bright blue eye met his own and he stared.

Time held Legend's ocarina in one hand, and had his other settled on top of his clenched fists.

"What song were you trying to play?" Time asked gently, and Legend would've expected an accusatory tone behind it but there was none, not that he could hear. Though his auditory senses were not reliable, even if Time was speaking, the screams only faded, they did not cease.

"O-One I learned on one of my adventures," Legend managed to force out. "I'm sorry, I didn't--"

"Vet, it's okay," Time cut him off softly, "I'm almost certain that you know that I understand how this feels. You had it worse though, I imagine, watching those you care about die again and again..."

"Don’t compare trauma," Legend scolded weakly. He glanced at his ocarina and reached for it. Time offered it out and he took it back.

With Time there, he tried to play again. Instead of the Song of Time, the Ballad of the Wind Fish filled the room.

He just wanted to hear it, he just... wanted to at least believe that this unreality was reality.

When the song came to an end, Time hummed softly. "Does that help?"

"Only if I play it," he answered in a quiet tone. "It... It doesn't... It doesn't mean anything for anyone else."

"I see... How are you feeling?"

"Like I burned my hand," he deadpanned.

"I meant aside from that." Time placed his hand on Legend's again, covering the ocarina he held as well.

Legend frowned. "You mean, how am I doing with the events of yesterday and the repeat of the previous three days? I..." the voices had quieted since Time came in, "I've been better."

"What can we do to help?"

If Legend didn't know better, Time was asking the questions he needed asked when he had gone through his version of this, except he had a feeling that was exactly what Time was doing.

Time waited for his answer, and Legend just stared at him. He didn't want to admit to what he was aware would help, but he also just really didn't want to deal with the sounds and images anymore. "I... I don't want to be alone. I can't be alone," he corrected himself. "I can still hear them."

"Hear... You can hear them?" Time repeated, frowning.

He nodded, not willing to elaborate.

"All right, would you like to come downstairs for breakfast?"

He hesitated. "I... I do, but..." he glanced over at the three journals set. "We have a minute, if you wanted to get yours out of the way."

"Are you ready for that?" Time countered. "Everyone is waiting to learn what you know about us, but after last night..."

Legend's hand twitched as the phantom burning pain shot through his hand and arm.

"I'm fine," he lied. "Besides, it's really just... just making sure you read your section."

Time hummed doubtfully. "I won't say no, I would like to find out what you know--not because I don’t trust you, but--"

"Knowing what information others know about you is..." he didn't have a word for it, assuring, maybe?

"If, and only if, you’re ready, then yes," Time agreed.

Legend leaned over and grabbed the leather bound journal. He flicked it open to a section near the front before he gave it to Time.

It was a brief list, nothing elaborated on except for notes Legend had written himself.

Termina (check on masks when home)

Age (Malon is 37, assumed to be same age physically)

Navi

Malon is pregnant (!!! Make sure he survives this)

Mask; War of Eras (Cap doesn't know, Sailor does)(make him tell Cap when this is over)

Kid at heart (wait why is he the leader?)

Master Sword; 7 years

Time was smiling, Legend was surprised by that fact.

"It would be the Rancher's fault that I'm usually in charge," he said, sounding amused but it faltered a little. "What masks?"

Legend hummed. "You showed--you used the Fierce Deity mask once, when you tried to go back the second time Captain got hit and killed in front of you and you realized I had the ocarina. I have that back home, and the same mask that the Champion fooled around with that one time."

Time stared at him. "And the spirits?"

"Still inside. Dangerous, sure, but as far as I can tell I just have to keep them separated and make sure Ravio doesn't sell them." He didn't mention that Majora was a constant annoyance with its extremely menacing requests to play a game.

"I... see. Aside from that, I'm not surprised at any of this... though, I do appreciate the note with Malon."

Legend huffed. "You’re going to be here to raise your kid, old man. By my dead body."

"Don’t you say that," Time admonished and Legend startled when he placed a hand on his head and ruffled his hair lightly. "I'll tell the good captain, I did want to see how long it took him but I think I'll take heed to your words."

Legend stared at him before nodding slowly. He didn't say why, but he knew Warriors was under the impression that Time--Mask--had died since the War of Eras, and that was why the kid wasn't on their quest. He also knew that multiple loops had Time telling Warriors with his dying breath and that visibly shattered the captain's heart.

"Make sure you do that," he said quietly.

Out of pure spite he managed to get a portion of the farm chores--the easier ones, they may think he doesn't know it but he had lived on a farm for a little while--and was very thankful for the distraction.

He still saw blood soaking his hands, the bandages around his one hand that he'd burned would catch his eye and he'd swear the white was exposed bone.

"Vet?"

He looked over, having been brushing an old white maned, russet mare when Warriors appeared.

Judging by the slight streaks beside his eyes where tears had to of been badly wiped away, Legend would wager that Time had talked to the captain.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Spr--The old man said you'd asked not to be alone this morning," he said, leaning against the paddock fence. "I thought the Rancher was helping you?"

"He's taking care of the other horses, said this one would be easier and honestly, I'm aware being allowed to do anything right now is pure luck on my end," Legend said honestly.

"That's Epona," Warriors said, drawing closer and stroking the mare's neck. "She's one of those who some of us share in common."

"Like Impa?"

"Like Impa," he confirmed. "S--the old man, Rancher, Champion, and I all have had her. She's the best horse in all of Hyrule."

Legend hummed.

Silence settled and Legend averted his gaze to the sky when he saw blood that wasn't there. He forced out a slow breath.

"You talked with the old man?"

"I did."

"He talk about what we went over this morning?"

"He did... Thank you, for telling him to tell me. I can't believe I was so oblivious," he sighed.

"You expected a kid who was mad at the world and its goddesses," Legend pointed out, "not a middle aged man with a wife who was content in his farm lifestyle."

Warriors snorted. "With that first description, you'd think you were that kid."

Legend rolled his eyes and looked over at him. "I've never been mad at the goddesses, nor have I been mad at the world for what I've gone through."

"You seemed like it when we first met."

"Yeah well... I was trying not to get attached." He gave a grim smile. "Clearly that didn't work too well."

Warriors frowned.

Before he could mention it, Legend pushed ahead. "So, want to guess what I have on you or just want to read?"

"I'll read."

Legend produced his journal from his pocket, petting Epona as he ceased brushing her and flipped the book open. It took a moment to get to the right section before he handed it off.

Why Cia started the war; problems with the hero's spirit

Sailor doesn't have hero's spirit (not new info but)

Meeting Ravio & other people the rest of us knew during the war

Adopted Mask & "Tune" (Sailor) during WoE (I can tell the sailor that I'll snitch on him to his dad and it wouldn't be wrong)

IS DATING SOMEONE(it's a she) I CALLED IT

Warriors snorted, he had paled the moment he started reading but at the end he seemed a bit amused.

"Yes, I'm dating someone," he chuckled. "Do you know who?"

"Zelda."

Warriors startled. "What--I actually told you?"

Legend gaped. "No! I just guessed! You’re dating your Zelda? And you tease Sky for it."

"Oh shut up, you talked about snitching on the Sailor to me," he retorted.

"I would! He snitches on me to the Rancher all the time," he huffed. "And it doesn't work for him because he could care less about what he thinks!"

"Aww, you care about what the Rancher thinks?" Warriors teased. Legend glared at him but he didn't refute or argue, just sort of ducked his head as he snatched the journal back.

"Don't you have your own chores to do?" He bit out, turning to finish with Epona.

"Technically, yes, but like I said, Sprite said you didn't want to be alone, so until the Rancher is back, I'll be here."

He clenched his jaw, staring at the russet fur in front of him. A hand landed on his shoulder, slowly and within the peripheral of his vision.

"You’re not alone," Warriors said gently, "we may not be fully familiar with your situation, but I know the old man has gone through something similar, and I for one am familiar with seeing everyone around me die and having to come to terms with that--even if it didn't stick for you."

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "Just... Just keep talking. I don’t care about what."

Maybe the voices in the back of his mind would eventually silence if he focused on the voices in front of him.

Eventually, Twilight finished with the other horses and Warriors left to finish whatever chore he had been assigned. Legend was walking with Twilight, having helped clean out the stalls in the stable, when a flash of bright red caught the corner of his eye.

He looked over, instinct hitting him more than anything, and for a moment he saw Hyrule, greens and browns tainted by bright, vibrant red. For a moment, he could hear Sky screaming for his successor, he could hear Hyrule begging to be burned, he could hear Wild snarling, feral and livid.

The moment was gone as a hand settled over his eyes and he was pulled into someone's side.

"Breathe, kid," Twilight's voice cut past the screams, snarls, and begs. "It's okay. It's not there."

He let out a shaky breath, grabbing the wrist beside his head but not pulling the hand away.

"We're all alive, you did it," he assured softly, low voice rumbling and vibrating in the chest he pulled him against. "Who was it?"

"Rulie," he croaked.

"Want to go see him? I think the old man had him and Cub working with the fairies."

He nodded.

"Alright. I'm gunna move my hand now, okay, Apple?"

He nodded again and the blinds were removed.

They were at Lon Lon Ranch, it was just a flowering rose bush, nothing more, there was no blood.

Twilight had moved in front of him and drew his attention to his eyes, bright blue and not unlike the summer sky or the deep cores of ice. Once their eyes met, he smiled slightly. "Come on, let's find the Traveler."

Legend just nodded silently, following after him. He wouldn't ever admit to having to restrain himself from grabbing onto Twilight, his hand, sleeve, tunic, or pelt.

Hyrule and Wild were indeed by the little grove Time had dedicated to fairies, a natural fairy fountain. They both clearly had gotten distracted from their other chores, or Time knew they wouldn't end up leaving the area and didn't give them more. They were sitting in the grass with flower crowns.

"Vet! Rancher!" Hyrule called once they came into view.

"Join us! We can make you crowns too!" Wild exclaimed, nearly leaping to the flowers.

Legend glanced at Twilight, who was smiling at them and he went over to join. Legend followed behind him.

Hyrule grabbed his hand and pulled him down.

"What colors?"

"I... blue? Purple?" Not red, he didn't need to be seeing red in the corners of his vision right now, not after earlier.

"Okay," Hyrule agreed easily. He picked flowers near him. "I'd teach you but..."

But he couldn't use one of his hands, fair enough.

"Explain it anyway," he requested and Hyrule smiled as he nodded and launched into a step-by-step explanation of what he was doing.

They eventually went inside for dinner, each of them wearing flower crowns and bringing new ones for the others at Wild's insistence.

Things were light, casual, he enjoyed it. Dinner was a short affair, but the conversations begun there stuck as they all remained around the table and just talked, even once the food was cleared and a couple of them got up to clean the table only to return to rejoin the conversation.

During the chatter, the voices and screams that had been echoing in the back of Legend's mind since they'd started reading that other notebook finally faded.

As it got later and Time decided to turn in, Malon at his side, they all slowly dispersed.

Legend found himself alone with Hyrule, who seemed unsure.

He sighed softly, then pulled out his journal and began flicking to find his successor's section.

Hyrule let out a soft breath. "Sorry."

"Don’t be," Legend murmured in return. He slid the journal on the table a bit to show him his page.

blood curse (if Ganon comes back I am going round five)

Half-fairy, half-prince (combination + defeating Ganon = curse?)

Knows about adventures (except 5)

Has the whole Triforce (doesn't know how to return it to sacred realm)

"Do you?" Hyrule looked at him from the book. "Know how to return it?"

Legend huffed softly. "If I didn't then I'd still have it, Rulie. You use it."

"Use..."

"Make a wish. Not now, obviously, but if the point ever comes where only the goddesses themselves can help you, then channel your wants and desires into that little triangle on your hand," Legend explained. "Or that's how I always did it."

"You have the Triforce?"

They both jumped to see Sky standing in the doorway, eyes wide.

Hyrule glanced at Legend worriedly before silently nodding. "I... I-I do."

"It's fine," Legend cut in. "He's protecting it, that's all."

"No--that's not what concerns me," Sky walked over and took the seat across from them, "I trust him, I trust you both, it's more specifically the way you described how to use it."

Legend nodded slowly. "That's just how I used it when I had it. I had a goal--a want--and just sort of channeled that into the Triforce."

"No," Sky looked a bit ill, "Fi said specifically to verbalize your wish or else any internal thoughts, or even underlying desires, may conflict with the process. Anyone who you've once wished would keel over, any life lost that you wished hadn't died, all of it could've been brought into it."

Legend gave him a mildly confused look. "Considering my first wish did virtually nothing, my second wish successfully got my friend back to her home, and my third wish restored Lorule's Triforce. I don’t think that's what happened, I believe Fi and all, but..."

He tried to think of anyone he'd wished dead in the past, lives he'd wished survived, an underlying desire...

"I don’t know, I can't remember ever wishing someone was dead. My aunt was very clear from an early age that death was never the answer and it never solved the problems a person caused. A guy kills another guy, the murderer dying won't bring the victim back," Legend shrugged. "An underlying or hidden desire... I guess I always wished Ganon hadn't defeated the Fallen Hero centuries ago, that I didn't need to become the hero to fix it."

"But clearly you’re still the hero," Hyrule pointed out. "The Legendary Hero."

Legend snorted. "That's such a stupid name."

"That's odd," Sky spoke up, clearly still caught up on the previous subject and not Legend's eventual moniker. "Fi was very clear about the Triforce not being picky, if allowed, it would take your deepest desire no matter how hidden or how much you outwardly denied it. The fact that you used it three times and... it worked is..."

"It worked twice," Legend corrected. "The first time nothing really happened."

"But you wished on it."

"Yeah? It went back to the Sacred Realm--or as much as it could with Zelda and I still having our pieces."

Sky looked so confused.

Legend sighed and just to change the conversation, he flipped the journal open and shoved it across the table to the older hero. Hyrule took the hint and quickly darted from the room, squeezing Legend's hand before he went.

Sky faltered and he looked down, frowning as he read the list and grew more pale.

Demise (and curse)

Can summon lightning naturally

Chandelier (and they said he's the good one)

Hylia

Other hero (from before, another fallen hero)

Sky let out a shaky breath, closing the journal and pushing it back. "I... I figured as much. So--"

"I don’t care."

Sky startled. "What?"

"You apologized a million times every time you told me that, saying it's your fault we all went through what we did," Legend pointed his journal at him, "but you listen to me when I say that's completely wrong. Even if Demise's curse did cause it, you didn't. Understand me? You did not force that curse to be placed, it is not your fault."

Sky stared at him, then he just nodded as tears brimmed in his eyes and he jerkily swiped them away. "I-I wasn't ready for that, goddess above."

"Anything else?"

"N-No. That's all. Do... Do you have questions?"

"Not any that need answering."

He'd admit, he really wanted to know what other stuff Sky got up to aside from the chandelier, but he didn't need to know.

He didn't expect to wake up crying, or screaming for that matter.

But images of blood, of bones separated from flesh and that flesh still pouring more blood, of dead, sightless eyes, burned into his vision. He didn't even know whose arms were wrapped around him, but that didn't stop him from choking on sobs and curling into the warm chest and strong arms that wound around him, distant whispers and promises of safety, assurances that it's over.

He didn't know how long it took the tears to stop, but it took twice as long for his throat to stop closing and his breath to stop hitching. He slumped exhaustedly into the warm, safe, embrace.

"There ya go, it's alright," a soft baritone murmured.

He reached up blindly, just trying to grip onto something to ground himself, an instinctive reaction and his fingers brushed a hole in fabric to feel cold and dark surge around him.

A noise of shock echoed above him as he collapsed into the softness below, exhausted, and emotionally, mentally, and now magically dazed.

"Shiiitttt, oh that's not going to help--"

Something thudded against the wall and all that echoed through his mind was Danger!

A wolf. There was a wolf. He could feel its spirit right there.

He didn't move, hoping desperately that the predator hadn't spotted him before he scented it.

Something landed on Legend's back.

He tried to hide, his instincts screaming louder tenfold, but as he tried to dart away, the darkness blocked the oddly soft barriers around him and had him tripping and flopping onto the soft material.

He couldn't see much, he had awful night vision after all, rabbit or not. He scrambled to get back up and upon his second attempt to run, his nose hit skin.

"Hey, calm down--Apple--"

He froze as the soft walls came up around him, ears dropping low as he realized that he was trapped, promptly followed by hands grabbing and picking him up. He scratched and squirmed until they hissed and let go, dropping him. He landed on the soft, cushy ground again and tried one more time to run.

The ground disappeared from under him.

Hands caught him again with an accompanying: "Whoa! No-no-no--it's okay, you’re okay, you're safe."

He was placed back down and quickly learned he was back in that trap of soft walls.

"Link, breathe, you’re a bunny right now but you’re safe. You’re in a bed at Lon Lon Ranch, it's safe."

The same idea was repeated at least five times before the panicked instincts of Run and Danger and Escape settled and his mind settled to something more human.

He couldn't see, but he could press up against the soft walls he realized was blankets, and once that realization set in, he quickly burrowed under them for some fake semblance of safety just until his instincts and emotions settled.

Eventually, he could place the voice as Twilight's, and he gingerly poked his head out to try and figure out where he was without use of light. Him continuing to detail surroundings and just talking helped him pinpoint where he was, and he carefully padded toward him.

The air shifted and he startled as his nose bumped the calloused skin of the rancher's hand. He scrunched his face up as he retracted before slowly trying again and sniffing his open palm.

"Yer a lot more like a bunny this time," he heard Twilight say. "Not so... Hylian."

He huffed softly. He didn't like speaking as a bunny, the body wasn't made to speak Hylian, but he'd taught himself to do so when he first was transformed.

He wondered if he could get away with just not, so he didn't. Instead he moved closer again, trying to reach Twilight, only to bump his face into more blankets.

Twilight chuckled softly. "Y'have no night vision, do ya, Kit?"

Legend scowled, or best he could as a bunny, and he glared in the general direction Twilight's voice was coming from. He could hear well enough to figure things out... usually. When wind was involved.

"Alrigh', I hear ya," he assured warmly. "Are you okay like this? Or am I gonna have to go get th' Master Sword fr'm the Woodcarver's room?"

He wanted to make him go get the Master Sword, but frankly he didn't mind being a bunny as much as he'd tried to convince the Rancher last time this had happened. Inside Lon Lon, someplace safe, he certainly didn't mind. He minded the restrictions on changing back, but he'd have to deal with it for now.

He placed a paw on the blanket and tried to climb over. It was as tall as he was--which was maybe six inches--but Twilight was kind enough to push the fabric down and help him climb over.

"Don’t go t' yer left, you'll fall," he warned.

Legend huffed softly and he moved over to Twilight's side and flopped down beside him.

"Hmm? Stayin' a bunny f'r the night, Kit?"

Legend let his ears drop completely.

"Alright," Twilight agreed, sounding incredibly soft and quiet. "Can I pick you up? I'm jus' gonna re'range things so we can both sleep."

He lifted his head reluctantly and moved so his front paw was set on Twilight's leg, almost on his lap.

"Bite me if I'm taking this as a yes and it's a no," Twilight warned just before hands scooped him up.

He did not like being held, but he didn't squirm free this time and let Twilight tuck him against his chest with one arm. He listened to the rustling of fabric and blankets and soon enough they were back in the bed and Legend tucked himself against Twilight's chest, arms wound around him, but not quite trapping him. Or at least, he was too blinded by darkness to be able to tell if he was trapped and he wasn't going to test his ignorance currently.

He just wanted to sleep and hopefully not get nightmares.

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Phantom Grin

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Bruce Wayne visits his son's grave on the night of his resurrection. Will it change Jason's fate, or is it all simply inevitable?

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd is Disabled, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Resurrected Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along

Chapter Thirteen: First Date

Jason woke up early while everyone was sleeping, and despite the aches and pains he felt, he showered and dressed up. He let his hair down and stared in the mirror. Jason had a hard time recognizing himself in the mirror. It was hard to tell if he even liked what he saw. He didn't talk to his therapist about it because he feared it'd open up another can of worms in his already damaged mind. Barbara knocked on the bathroom door. "Going out?" asked Barbara.

Jason opened the bathroom door, and she grinned. "What? Do I look stupid?" Jason asked. Barbara shook her head.

"Jason, you look... Nice. I have to ask. Are you going somewhere special?" Barbara questioned.

Jason looked away from her. "I'm going to church," Jason answered honestly. He expected her to tease him for being so nervous, but she didn't.

"Buy her a single flower... Something special, unique to her," Barbara advised.

Jason nodded and thanked her quietly before leaving the clock tower. Jason went to the florist's and looked around before noticing a white flower with dark blue budding. He asked to buy one, and the florist wrapped it nicely in wax paper and a ribbon.

By the time he got to the church, Sister Irene was already sitting in the courtyard waiting for him. Jason met with her and gave her the single flower. "The uh—. I don't know what kind of flower it is, but—."

Sister Irene looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I can't be a nun if I don't believe, can I?" she asked.

Jason shook his head. "You can still help people, though... Besides, being a nun is a serious commitment," Jason whispered as he sat next to her.

"Can you give me two hours and come back?" she asked. Jason nodded. Sister Irene stood up and kissed his cheek. He looked up at her and smiled, but he could tell she was nervous.

Jason held her hand to his face, and she smiled. "One hour," Jason whispered.

"One hour," Sister Irene repeated, "Could I have my hand back, please?"

Jason laughed nervously and let go. "One hour," Jason whispered once more before watching Sister Irene walk away.

Jason's cheeks went rosy, and he rushed back to the car, driving around the city to clear his head. His phone vibrated, and he pulled over. "Dad?" Jason asked.

"Hi, I'm back in town, and Barbara said you were out. Are you busy?" Bruce questioned.

"A little bit," Jason replied, "I have plans with someone in an hour, but I'll be home later on today."

"Do you have a date? Is that a question I can ask?" Bruce questioned. Jason chuckled.

"I think it's a date. I'll let you know when I find out," Jason grinned. Bruce chuckled and hung up.

"Is it a date?" Jason asked himself.

He took the long road to the church, and a girl with bright yellow hair ran to the car with a suitcase. Jason almost didn't recognize her. She had baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt on. He stepped out of the car and came around to the passenger's side door. "Sister Irene?" Jason asked.

"Not really... No," she replied, "Indigo's my real name... My hair looks—."

"You look pretty," Jason whispered. She grinned and kissed his cheek. "You okay? You got somewhere to stay?"

"Jason, aren't you gonna take me out?" Indigo asked. Jason blushed and nodded. "What do you have planned?"

"I don't know... I—. My head gets so empty when I'm around you... Do you-. Do you want to go eat?" Jason questioned. "Dumb question... Of course, you wanna go eat... What do you wanna eat?"

"Doesn't matter," Indigo replied. Jason nodded and let her in the car. He walked around to the driver's side and took a deep breath.

Jason drove her to a hole-in-the-wall burger spot. She grinned. "It's good... I know it doesn't look like much, but they've got the best burgers in Gotham and the nachos—."

"Say no more. I'm starved," Indigo whispered.

Jason held the door for her and grabbed her seat. "Nachos?" Jason whispered. She nodded. He ordered for her and himself before grabbing their sodas and joining her at the table. "I got our food to go."

Indigo took a sip of her drink and looked at him. He glanced at her and then back down at the table. His cheeks went rosy, and he covered his smile. They didn't speak until after they received their food and left the restaurant. Jason handed Indigo her food before unwrapping his burger. He offered her the first bite without thinking, and she laughed as she took a bite. Jason held a hand under her chin and chuckled. "Don't take the whole thing with you," Jason teased. Their eyes met, and he snagged a few of her nachos to avoid the awkwardness of the silence.

Indigo took her thumb and wiped the corner of his lip. "I'm not running from anything," Indigo announced. Jason blinked at her. "I'm not... You were wondering why I haven't told you much about myself. Weren't you?"

"Well, yeah... But I didn't think it was my place—."

"It is. You can ask me whatever you want," Indigo reassured him.

Jason dug through the bag and ate his fries. "You're not from here. Why'd you move to Gotham?" Jason questioned.

"My ex-boyfriend moved me here after high school... Then we broke up two weeks later, and I tried to become a nun, and then a month later, there was you. I never stood a chance, though," Indigo whispered.

Jason didn't speak. He was far too nervous. When they finished eating, Jason took their garbage and threw it out. "Jason, walk with me? For a little while," Indigo requested. Jason nodded and hugged himself before she took his hand.

Jason's face grew hot, and he looked out toward the street. They did a few laps around the park. "I'm sorry-. I'm nervous. You make me nervous," Jason confessed.

"You don't have to be... Jason, what do you want with me, huh?" Indigo asked softly. Her voice was sweet, and Jason finally managed to look at her. She was just as beautiful as the day he met her.

He leaned down and lifted her chin with his knuckle. But he hesitated. "Jason, it's okay..."

He'd never kissed a girl before. He died young and spent every day since his resurrection recovering, so dating was uncharted territory for him. "I don't wanna mess this up," Jason whispered.

"We can always have a do-over... C'mere, okay?" Indigo replied as she pulled him in by his collar. Jason closed his eyes and clutched his chest with one hand. Their lips met, and he pulled back out of fear before parting his lips. Indigo kissed him, and she held the back of his head, her fingers entangled in his curls and brushing his scalp. He tensed up, hoping her hands wouldn't find his scars, but she did. And she was so gentle. Her lips were soft as they collided with his. It seemed to last forever, that is until his phone rang.

"I'm sorry—."

"Don't be," Indigo smiled as she raised her fingers to her lips.

Jason stood up straight and swallowed hard. "Hey," Jason answered. He was half out of breath, half-exasperated.

"You busy?" Bruce asked.

Jason glanced over at Indigo and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, a little bit. What do you need?" Jason questioned.

"Busy, huh? She must be cute—."

"Dad, please," Jason whispered, "I'll be home in a little bit... And yeah... She is." Jason turned around, and she was gone. "Where—? Dad, I'll call you right back..."

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