#i crave death and chocolate and sleep

[free-boundsoul]

Menstruation mention, in case anyone wants to avoid

Gods I want nothing more than Damien's hands on my lower stomach right now to soothe these damn cramps.

Or Vega to come around and give me a free hysterectomy since I don't plan to ever use it

[doki-doki-imagines]

I loved your post about the boys mk1 x pregnant reader.

I had an idea with that :D

The reader has strange food cravings. She offers the Lin Kuei and Shang Tsung trio whatever she is eating and they accept so as not to make her feel bad.Ignore this if you don't want to <3

Bi-Han: -Okay, he woke up in the middle of the night to make you boiled cauliflower with ketchup. -Bi-Han knows that pregnancy can do this stuff, that's why he cooks for you with no problem. -"Please, try this. It's scrumptious." -But Bi-Han isn't insane. -He tells you that he'd never eat that. He'd rather eat wood. -But…are those tears in your eyes. Just because he doesn't want to eat that abomination? -"Fine." Bi-Han grumpily says, picking up the cauliflower with his chopsticks. "Don't forget the sauce!" He looks at you with death in the eyes before nodding and dipping the vegetable in the ketchup. -It is as terrible as it looks. -Don't say ever again he doesn't love you.

Kuai Liang: -He is a little soldier ready to satisfy your every command. -So when you ask him for spicy chips with vanilla ice cream, Liang didn't even bat an eye, ready to buy everything you asked for. -"Wanna try?" Here the problem starts. -How is he gonna tell you that he'd rather eat dirt than vanilla ice cream? -Well, in a way or another, he does. Your eyes get wide and Liang is ready to placate the crying crisis he feels it's coming. -But you just shrug "Good. More for me." -The sigh of relief he left out was big enough to close the door of your shared bedroom.

Tomas Vrbada: -"Chocolate cream and carrots?" "Yes, Tommy. I need it more than oxygen right now." -Tomas had to ask because he wasn't ready to hear that request first thing in the morning. -He brings your food back fairly quick, a little cup with chocolate cream in one hand and another with sliced carrots in the other. -"Wanna try?" You tell him, a bit of chocolate on the corner of your lips. Tomas nods, not before brushing away the chocolate on your lips with his thumb and sucking it. -"This…is actually good." He whispers out. "Told you." -If he wasn't that bad for his diet, he'll indulge in this new "dish" more often.

Shang Tsung: -"You woke me up because you want sausages with jam?" He looks at you, bedhair, and a bit of drool sticking on his chin. You nod. "Goodnight." Shang Tsung turns around and goes back to sleep. -You'll have to whine and beg a lot if you want your husband to bring you food. -No way he'll dirty his hand in the kitchen so he will ask someone else to make it for you. -"Do you wanna try?" For a second, you thought he was going to steal your soul. "Don't play with fire, dove." Shang Tsung says, pinching your cheek. -While you finish your food, he is already back asleep.

[morningsharksworld]

I wonder what Haz wound be like if his SO got pregnant. Like imagine his big ol hands holding a tiny little baby.

How hazard would be with a pregnant S/O

Hazard would probably be a mix of awe, nervousness, and overwhelming protectiveness when he finds out his SO is pregnant. At first, he'd be stunned—this isn't something he thought would happen, but once it sinks in, he'd be fiercely devoted to ensuring everything is perfect.

His personality would take a softer turn, especially around his SO. He'd become hyper-vigilant, making sure they're comfortable, safe, and well-cared for. Whether that means running out at odd hours to grab whatever craving strikes or gently scolding them for overexerting themselves, Hazard would be all in.

When the baby finally arrives, seeing him with such a tiny, fragile little being in his big hands would be an adorable contrast. He'd handle them like they're made of glass, his gruff exterior melting as he whispers to the baby or rocks them to sleep. Hazard might not admit it outright, but he'd spend hours just staring at the baby in disbelief, marveling at the fact that something so small could mean so much.

Despite his tough-guy persona, he'd be completely smitten—probably to the point where anyone who so much as jokes about the baby gets a death glare. He’d still carry his usual edge, but now with an added layer of “don’t mess with my family.”

(Lil Scenario cuz why not 👹)

The soft hum of the television was the only sound in the room as Hazard dozed on the couch, one arm slung lazily over his eyes. The day had been long, and he’d finally allowed himself to relax. But his peace was shattered when he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps.

He cracked an eye open to see you standing in the doorway, hands resting on your growing belly, a determined look on your face.

“Hazard” you said firmly.

He groaned, covering his face with his hand. “What now, love? I’m tryin’ tae sleep.”

“I need strawberries. Dipped in chocolate. And some salty chips.”

Hazard let his hand drop, staring at you in disbelief. “Strawberries? In the middle o’ the night? Ye ken the shops are closed by now, aye?”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “The baby wants them. Are you going to deny your own child?”

“Ach, there it is” he muttered, sitting up with a sigh. “Blamin’ the bairn again, are ye? Not like ye weren’t the one who ate half a jar o’ pickles this mornin’.”

“Hazard!” You whined, your pout deepening.

He groaned as he got to his feet, running a hand through his messy hair. “Right, fine. Strawberries, chocolate, an’ chips. Salty ones, no sweet. Anythin’ else while I’m out wanderin’ the city like some daft idiot?”

Your face lit up with a smile. “That’s all. Thank you.”

“Aye, aye” he muttered, grabbing his coat. He paused at the door to shoot you a smirk. “Ye’re lucky yer cute, else I’d tell ye tae wait till mornin’.”

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It took him longer than he’d like to admit, but Hazard returned triumphantly, carrying a bag of goodies. He’d even managed to find a 24-hour café that sold freshly dipped chocolate strawberries, though he’d had to endure the strange look the barista gave him.

He dropped the bag on the counter and held up the small container of strawberries. “Here ye go, love. Freshly dipped strawberries, chips, an’ a bonus bar o’ chocolate for good measure. Don’t say I never do anythin’ for ye.”

You gasped, taking the strawberries with a grin. “You’re amazing. Thank you so much!”

“Aye, amazing’s one word for it” he muttered, watching as you bit into a strawberry with a contented sigh. He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. “Ye’re lucky I love ye. Or I’d have left ye tae dream about these bloody things instead.”

You smiled at him, your eyes soft. “You’re going to be such a good dad, you know that?”

His ears turned red, and he quickly looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “Ach, don’t get sappy on me now. Eat yer strawberries afore they melt.”

But as you laughed and continued to eat, Hazard’s lips curled into a faint smile. Maybe all the late-night runs and strange cravings weren’t so bad after all.

[iiyoshi]

Your Pain

Reply : Hello love! Thank you so much for being my first request <3 I love the idea of this and now is perfect timing because I'm having cramps of my own and I desperately need men to coo me to sleep (Yes I'm mentally very immature)

Summary : How the HP men first react to, and how they now react to, Reader on their period

Pairing(s) : Severus Snape x Reader, Lucius Malfoy x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings : Mentions of period blood?? Idk if that triggers people

Fandom : Harry Potter

A/N : I may have gone a bit biased with who gets the more detailed description.. I'm sorry i can't help it

Requested By : @serenity-noble

Read under the cut <3

Severus Snape

If you were Snape's lover :

Severus is inexperienced with things like this, so when he first learns about menstruation, the only thing he does is panick

There's more panicking

He tries his best to make you feel comfortable and gets you whatever you ask for

He, reluctantly, has to turn to Minerva for help when you're in too much pain and he's panicking not sure how to help

He gets you just a bit too much chocolate, trying his best to fulfill your cravings

As you're in bed and sudden cramps kick in, he'll immediately leave and get you water and anything else you need

After a while, he'll learn what to do during your period and will always have backup plans up his sleeve

He marks down when your period cycle is and before then, buys you all the essentials just in case

At night, he cuddles next to you and rubs circles on your back in order to soothe you from your pain.

"It hurts, Sev.."

"I know it does, my love. But you're doing amazing. Now go to sleep."

If you were Snape's student :

You get your first period and you're scared to death

There's blood coming out of you and it scares you

You hurry to your head of house, Professor Snape, late at night because he's probably the only one awake at the time

He's awake in his office as you explain to him how you've been cursed and you're now dying

He tries his best to calm you down and, quite reluctantly, explains what menstruation is

"It's normal, silly girl. It's just mother nature paying you a visit."

"She's trying to kill me?!"

"No, you dunderhead! It's just Aunt Flo."

"I have an Aunt?"

"That time of the month? Lady business? Girl fluid? Shark week? Riding the Cotton Pony?"

"Oh for Merlin's sake! You're on your period!"

Lucius Malfoy

Lucius would act like he doesn't care

Meanwhile he would kill anyone just to get you everything you need

He's hooked up with a lot of chicks before so he's very experienced

He knows what to get you and will get it for you asap

He tells you to stay in bed and shuts anyone and everyone away from your room

He tries his best to make time for you

At night, he pulls you close to him and covers you in kisses, trying to lull you to sleep

When you whine about your cramps he doesn't complain and reassures you you'll be alright

Throught the week he'd constantly skip work just to stay at home longer with you

"Go work, Lucius."

"I'm staying here."

"Your work is important."

"So are you."

Remus Lupin

Remus isn't as experienced with handling with situations like these, but he tries his best to help you

He's calm most of the time, listening to your needs and getting you what you desire

He'll always have your favourite snack prepared when it's almost that time of the month and he's never afraid to get you more

When your cramps start to kick in, he lays with you on the sofa and watches your favourite Muggle show with you while wrapped in a blanket

If you accidentally make a mess he shushes your apologies and spells it away, reassuring you it was an accident

He's the type of guy to give cuddles more because it's what soothes him when it's nearly the full moon

He, as annoying as you may find it, gives you a curfew and you must be in bed by 10pm

"Moony, it's still early.."

"I know, (Y/n). But you're losing a lot of blood and you need to rest to fill back up your energy."

"But-"

"No buts. Goodnight, little wolf. I'll be right here next to you."

Sirius Black

Sirius immediately knows when you're on your period, thanks to his sensitive sense of smell

He doesn't mind it at all and sticks around you endlessly

When you feel too weak to grab things, he gets them for you

He showers you in endless amounts of love and affection

When you have cravings, he somehow manages to get them for you asap

He'll stay up with you on the couch when he knows you're in too much pain to sleep

Being an animagus has its perks and Padfoot has his fairshare of moments

He knows how much you enjoy cuddling with his furry tail in bed so every night he turns into Padfoot and lays beside you

You stroke his fur slowly and just simply admire him, already soothing your cramps

You tend to rub him under his chin and he'd bark in response

"Goodnight, Sirius. I love you."

*bark*

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[chaifootsteps]

Got any favorite fictional food(s) you lowkey wish to eat irl someday?

The stew from Wind in the Willows that contains nine animals.

Butterbeer

Flanders' hot chocolate

The biscuit-cookie things from Scamper the Penguin. They're infamous for making the ten people who've actually seen this movie crave Nilla wafers.

Skyrim sweet rolls

The ratatouille from Ratatouille.

Creme de la Creme a la Edgar, sans the dangerous amount of sleeping pills.

The marmalade roll from Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

The pizza from All Dogs go to Heaven

The slime-fed wild boar from Das Bus.

Popplers

Green eggs and ham. I've always imagined it tasted like eggs + ham infused with the way freshly cut grass smells.

Anything from Redwall, mostly to test my theory that it's not actually that good.

The leg cooked in clay from Hannibal

The Pale Man's grapes

The cake from Death Note

The burgers from Bob's Burgers

The ultimate sandwich from Adventure Time

Anything from any Ghibli movie.

There are probably a lot more. I love food, fictional or otherwise.

[all-l-wanna-do]

Six the Musical?

Okay, I haven’t listened to the musical in a bit, but what are some of your favourite headcanons for Katherine Howard(Fifth one, I believe)?

YESSS OMGS SHES THE BEST SHES MY FAVOURITEEEEE HEJSKDKAKDI. AAAH

okay so she goes by kitty and kat with friends and katherine with most other people, nickname privileges are just about the highest honor she can give someone. Anna and Anne call her Kitkat a lot as well.

Shes bisexual with a preference towards girls and the idea of sex repluses her but she's not sure if thats due to asexuality or non worked through trauma

she dresses very preppy with some y2k elements, has a worn pair of pink converse she adores, constantly dyes her hair bubblegum pink and usually wears it in a ponytail or two braids. she hates her hips with a passion and cant wear leggings without a skirt over it because she'll feel nauseous and will get panicked and cry. she also can only have her boobs visible if shes wearing something that accents them. she has a pair of heart earings she wears 50% lf the time and always has a choker on to hide her scar.

she loves doing makeup and coloured eyeliner and sparkles. she often draws hearts on herself and really on anything she can. she always uses waterproof mascara just in case.

she gets phantom pain in her neck along her scar a lot especially when death is mentioned. it gets so bad shes curled up cryimg bc of the pain sometimes.

she loves sweet coffees and hot chocolate and milk chocolate and gets a caramel latte every morning from a small coffee shop. she's constantly caffinated to avoid feeling her massive sleep debt. She usually eats a large dinner and a million snacks throughout the day.

she is a gremlin with playiny games, she is the best mario kart and monopoly player amongst the wueens by far usually because they feel some level of remorse when destroying people. she doesnt. insulting people is her love language and she loves using childish insults like poopface or stupidbutt along with well timed swears.

she loves pop music especially sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, maisie peters, and taylor swift. shes also the largest mysical fan youll ever meet and dreams about being a musical actress but shes terrified she isnt good enough snd never will be no matter how hard she tries. Songs like the band and i and long live make her sob because she wants that so bad it hurts. she dreams of living in nyc or london and thrives in big cities

she can and will bite people for fun

her favourite game is stardew valley especially the early game so she has about a million saves that have made it to spring year 2 and tapered off. she enjoys watching cozy stardew (and similar games like fields of mistria) and minecraft on yt.

her backpack is white with pink hearts on it snd she always carries way too many spare peirod products.

shes always craving cuddles or touch is painful no in between

shes autistic with a special interest in theatre. she also has a lot of vocal stims and masks heavily. shes considering the fact that she may have adhd and also has rsd.

she loves reading fluff fanfic and cries at happy endings and on her birthday. she holds grugdes and is ashamed at herself for doing so. she projects a very confident persona but belives that she's unlovable and that (most) people only love her for her body. she hides her interests from most people because she thinks they dont care about them and theyll move on from her if she does.

her favourite animals are butterflies and hedgehogs and her favourite flower is dandelions.

she sleeps woth three pullows and two blankets and has a pink weighted blanket she uses whemever she's overstimulated

she has a canopy bed with string lights around the top and her floor is covered in a soft pink rug thats always covered in cat hair and she has light pink wallpaper with butterflies on iy and a plushie pile at the foot of her bed

theres more but im tired lol

[dixonsdarkelf]

Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Thirty-Three

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We got a lotta fluff up in this one

Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please

TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

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This story, Lydia Vector, her family, her bestie, Jake, and Adam (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing. I think that's it for this one!

Word count: 4.1k

In the few days after my encounter with Adam, Daryl had been extra soft with me, somehow more than he usually was. He was insistent on doing anything for me he possibly could, saying the same thing every time I gave him any sort of pushback—“I know ya can do it yaself, but I want to.” It was like real-life princess treatment.

There was a lot of talking and a lot of tears. Sometimes, it would hit me out of nowhere, and I would crumble into a sobbing mess in seconds. Trauma’s funny like that. I always felt so guilty, especially when it interrupted moments with Daryl. Every time, he assured me I didn’t need to apologize and could cry as much as I needed. He never saw it as an interruption, never made a big deal out of it. He’d ask if I wanted to talk or if there was anything I needed, or if I wanted to just cuddle and cry. It was so cathartic to just moan and groan and cry whenever I needed. Exhausting, but cathartic.

Every night, I’d cuddle up to Daryl in bed, my head resting on his chest and arms wrapped around him, with the exception of the one time he had watch late. I’d passed out before he got back, but I stirred a bit when he came in. He tiptoed over to bed and did his best to slide in without waking me. He moved up next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and kissing my face.

“Night Buttercup,” he whispered into my hair.

The following morning, I woke up to Daryl spooning me once again, the warm breath from his soft snoring blowing the baby hairs on my neck and tickling my skin. His arm was wrapped around me tight, holding me snugly against his body. The other arm was under my neck, his strong bicep supporting it like a pillow. His chest rose and fell against my back, creating a very subtle, almost rocking sensation that threatened to lull me back to sleep. But my brain was craving caffeine.

I slipped out from under Daryl’s arm and rolled over to face him. His hair had fallen on his face, and his nostrils on his cute little button nose flared ever so slightly as he snored. His lips were parted, just barely, and his breath blew strands of his deep chocolate hair around. I tucked some pieces behind his ear, careful not to disturb his beauty sleep.

I wish phones existed in the apocalypse because this photogenic human’s sleeping face would’ve been my wallpaper in a heartbeat.

There was a bit of a chill in the air, so I grabbed Daryl’s shirt off my dresser and put it on, the soft cotton still carrying his warmth. Even though he hadn’t worn it in some time, as I’d stolen it from him weeks ago and he was insistent on me holding on to it since I liked it so much, it still smelled like whiskey and tobacco. It still smelled like Daryl.

I tiptoed out of the bedroom, slowly closing the door behind me. The house was chilly, the cold hardwood floor a bit shocking to my bare feet. I stepped down the stairs and into the kitchen to start a pot. The scent of coffee flooded my system as I cracked the lid off the container of grounds, already providing some relief for my sleepy brain and body.

After it was done & I poured myself a cup, I leaned back against the island, sipping my coffee while thoughts began to swirl around in my barely-awake mind. I was certain, almost 100% certain, that Daryl was going to ask to kiss me the other day, right before Adam showed up. There had been a few occasions recently where I thought he might ask, and I knew the other day would’ve been the moment. But unfortunately, it was ruined by the man that ruined me, and now I was scared he might not ask again for a while. Sure, I could make the first move, but one, I liked it when the man made the first move, and two, Daryl was either very self-conscious or very inexperienced when it came to romance, and I wanted him to feel comfortable. I also couldn’t stop thinking about what Adam had asked and how Daryl had responded. “This your woman?” he had asked, followed by Daryl’s “and if she is?” played on repeat in my brain.

Were Daryl and I a couple? In just about every sense of the word. We clearly knew how the other person felt, it was obvious based on our behavior. It was just a matter of a first kiss and a title.

I heard the familiar creak of the bedroom door hinges, and Daryl came sauntering downstairs, his tousled bedhead flowing around his face. I gave him a smile as I set my cup down next to me, and he came over and scooped me up for a hug, lifting me off the ground just a bit before setting me back down so my feet were on top of his. He ran a hand in my hair and buried his face in the crook of my neck. Every time Daryl hugged me, he clung on to me like it’d been a lifetime since we last touched.

“Well good morning,” I gushed.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.” My cheeks began to turn pink, and I dropped my eyes to the floor for a moment as he kissed my forehead. That greeting was a new one. And oh, how sweet it sounded with his gruff voice. “How ya feelin’?”

“Worn out, but pretty good. Better than I have been recently. How’d you sleep?”

“Always sleep good when I’m next to ya,” he replied. I gave him a soft smile before dropping my eyes back to the floor and biting the inside of my lower lip. Daryl took notice that something was off, just like he always did. “Ya alright? Seems like ya got somethin’ on ya mind.”

I chomped at my lip for a moment in an attempt to soothe my rapidly-evolving anxiety. “Umm, yeah, I do. Can I talk to you?”

“Course ya can,” he assured. I stepped off of his feet and leaned back against the island again. “What’s up?”

“You said something a few days ago that I wanted to ask you about.” I scratched the side of my thumb with my index finger, anxiety creeping into my voice as I asked the question that had been plaguing my mind. “When we were…dealing…with Adam, he asked you a question.” His shoulders tensed slightly, and he dropped his eyes to the floor, looking nervous. Like he knew exactly what I was about to ask. “He asked if I was your woman, and you said “and if she is.” What did you mean by that?”

Daryl kept his eyes on the floor, shifting nervously back and forth on his feet. I craned my neck to look at him. His lips were pursed, like they always were when he was deep in thought. The silence between us seemed to stretch on for hours. My anxiety was on the verge of skyrocketing.

“Was hopin’ to do this differently,” he said in a tone just above a whisper.

“Do what differently?” I asked. I did my best to maintain my composure, as I didn’t want my anxiety to make his even worse. He shifted on his feet again and tucked his thumbs in his pockets before bringing his eyes back up, those stunning blue pools piercing into mine through loose strands of hair.

“Can I kiss you, Vec?”

This was the moment I’d been waiting weeks for.

I averted my eyes to my feet, and a gigantic, silly grin spread across my face. The poker face was gone. All the joy, excitement, and nervous energy coursing through my body was on full display. My knees were weak, and I steadied myself on the island for a moment before they gave out on me.

“Yes,” I gushed as I brought my eyes back to his, “yes, you absolutely can.” His shoulders relaxed almost immediately, and he looked relieved, like he was afraid to hear my answer but was comforted when I said yes.

Like hell I would ever say no to that.

“How do ya like to be kissed?” he wondered. I cocked my eyebrow at him slightly.

“Preferably, with your lips. On mine,” I teased, pointing at him when I said “your lips” and to my face when I said “on mine.” A boyish smile danced across his lips, and a soft, amused chuckle escaped them.

“Ain’t what I meant. What do I do with my hands?”

“What do you mean ‘what do I do with them?’”

“Been a while is all,” Daryl explained. I was sure a man like him was very well experienced in the world of physical intimacy, so while I believed it had been a while, with the experience I assumed he had, I was confused about why he wouldn’t know what to do with them.

“Well, what have you usually done with them when you kissed someone?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and propping one of my feet up behind me against the island.

“Dunno. Like I said, it’s been a while,” he reiterated.

“Well, you can put them on my hips, hold my face, put them on the back of my neck, put them in your pockets—“

“I’m askin’ what you like.” He took a couple of steps closer to me, and I dropped my eyes back to the floor to hide my blushing face.

“Umm, I like my face held,' I said, my voice cracking as that goofy, giddy smile only seemed to grow bigger. He took another couple of steps towards me, closing the space between us, and tilted my face up, taking it in both hands. I was barely able to maintain eye contact as the butterflies in my stomach catapulted up my throat and threatened to fly out of my mouth. I locked my knees to keep myself from collapsing, and I unfolded my arms and draped them around his neck.

“Like this?” Daryl asked. He looked nervous, subtly biting his lip and furrowing his brow, but my obvious joy and giddiness appeared to put him at ease a bit.

“Yeah,” I gushed in a high-pitched, excited tone.

My eyes fluttered closed, and my heart skipped a few beats as his lips finally met mine. My stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster, and I was seeing stars. Every sweet touch, flirty comment, and longing gaze has culminated into this very moment. Into us, here and now. Nothing else mattered. The world outside of us did not exist in those blissful moments.

After a couple of seconds, my knees became so weak that they gave out, and I quickly caught myself on the island counter. Daryl’s hand swiftly moved to my waist, lifting me back to my feet. He pulled away, an amused smirk forming on his face as I giggled softly.

Only Daryl could make strong, hyper-independent me giggle and crumble like a schoolgirl.

“Ya ok?” he asked.

“Sure am,” I laughed, “you just got me weak in the knees, Dixon.” I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back, his lips crashing into mine.

His lips were softer than I anticipated, like I was being kissed with rose petals, and those familiar little electric sparks danced between our lips. He was gentle as he kissed me, like I was fine china and would break if he was too rough. His thumb delicately stroked my cheek, which was quickly turning red under his touch. The warmth that had been growing in my ribcage continued to blossom, and I was sure Daryl could feel it radiating off of my chest. His soft breath tickled my skin, and the scent of our coconut shampoo lingered in his hair, adding to the sensory experience. I was unable to keep myself from smiling into our kiss. I felt so safe in his embrace, with his hand snaking further around my waist and pulling me closer to him until we were practically one. It was like nothing could hurt me, like there was no apocalyptic world outside of this little bubble of romance.

To be kissed by him, to be cared for and protected by him, was like something out of a dream.

Adrenaline and ecstasy were pumping through my body, and it was dizzying. I pulled away first, brushing my lips against his for one more soft, quick peck before dropping my head and burying it in his chest, giggling like a middle-school girl who’d just had her first-ever kiss. It hadn’t even gotten hot and heavy, but we were both softly panting, each of us trying to catch our breath.

“Christ, I’ve been waiting ages for that,” I chuckled.

“Ages?” I pulled him by the collar until our foreheads and noses were touching, eyes locked.

"Daryl, I have had the fattest crush on you since I woke up in that dingy cell and you had your crossbow pointed at my face,” I admitted.

It felt so good to finally say that out loud.

"That long, huh?” he teased. He lightly brushed his lips against mine before kissing me again. “Always knew ya had the hots for me.”

“No you did not!” I playfully smacked him on the chest. “How would you know? Did someone spill?”

He gently picked me up by the waist and set me on the island counter, and I scooted back until my knees were at the edge and parted them to allow him to stand in between. “Ya talked ‘bout me to the others?”

“Oh, and you didn’t?” I taunted.

“No one spilled,” Daryl explained, resting his hands on the counter on either side of me and leaning in closer, that amused smirk on his lips once again, “caught ya sneakin’ looks at me all the time.”

The light pink on my cheeks was quickly darkening into a deep crimson. I hung my head in embarrassment. Yes, I’d snuck plenty of looks at Daryl from the moment I’d arrived here. However, until now, I was almost certain he didn’t know about any of them, especially the ones from early on. “But I was so subtle.”

“You ’n I got different definitions of subtle,” he joked.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I wondered, twirling my thumbs around each other, “I’m sure it bothered you."

“‘Cause it didn’t,” Daryl reassured. He placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my head, and I watched his eye dart across my face, seemingly deciding where to kiss me next. He opted for my cheek. “Anyone else’s woulda been a problem, but yours…didn’t mind your eyes on me one bit.” He kept his hand under my chin, dropping his gaze for a moment before blessing my eyes once again with his beautiful baby blues. “Think that’s when I realized there’s somethin’ different ‘bout ya. That ’n how much I liked talkin’ to ya.”

“What about you, my little Georgia peach? How long have you…” I paused, giddiness seeping into my voice, “had the hots for me?”

He looked down for a moment, that smoldering look he had when he was thinking gracing his face. He didn’t say anything, just tapped on my knee before walking away and heading upstairs. I heard a door opening and some rummaging around, and he returned a minute later with his signature angel-winged vest in his hand.

“Put it on,” he instructed, holding it out to me. I cocked an eyebrow, confused, as I took the worn leather garment in my hands.

“Umm, ok.” I’ll admit, I’d wanted to try on Daryl’s vest for quite some time now, but seeing as it was such a special piece to him, I didn’t want to push. I figured if he ever wanted me to wear it, he’d let me know. I flipped the vest around and slid my arms in, adjusting it on my shoulders so it sat just right. It was baggy on me, as it was already a little baggy on Daryl & I had a smaller frame than him, but I loved the feeling of it. He was eyeing me up and down, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was perhaps a moment he had fantasized about.

Maybe in the future, when I had worked through my own shit, I could steal his vest for more…nefarious purposes.

“Looks a hell of a lot better on you,” Daryl cooed. He took me by his vest and pulled me in for another kiss, this one a little longer than the last. “Now reach in the pocket.”

“The pocket?” I asked. Looking at his vest, it didn’t appear to have any pockets. I felt around the back and sides before feeling something on my chest. I patted the side and flipped it around to reveal an interior pocket sewn into the lining.

When I reached in, my fingers brushed against what seemed to be a folded sheet of paper. I pulled it out and unfolded it, and within a second, I recognized the writing as mine. It was the note I had left Daryl the morning after he brought me Tylenol and water on my second night here, the night after I’d drank wine with my new girlfriends and gotten a bit tipsy. The flirtatious little note thanking him for his kind gesture and wishing him luck on the hunting trip he was leaving for that day. I’d gotten up before him and left it on the counter, and seeing as it was gone when I returned later, I’d assumed he had thrown it away, though I never had the guts to check the trash to confirm.

Turns out he had kept it and was holding on to it in his vest this whole time, carrying it with him everywhere he went.

“Oh…my God,” I gasped, almost speechless. I blinked happy tears from my eyes. “H—h…have you had this on you since you found it?”

“Sure have. Nice to have it when I’m on the road. Reread it a lot,” Daryl said. The happy tears broke free, cascading down my cheeks like waterfalls. I used my sleeve to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. I’d done a lot of stress/healing/sad crying over the last couple of weeks. It felt good to be overwhelmed with happy crying.

“That’s so cute, what the fuck?” I said through broken sobs. I fanned my face with my hand in a pathetic attempt to dry my cheeks, grinning from ear to ear. Seems like Daryl had been interested in me for just about as long as I’d been interested in him, and that thought had me blushing and kicking my feet.

As I folded the paper back up and returned it to its home, I stopped. There was something else in the pocket, but this one didn’t feel like a sheet of paper. It was glossy, smooth…like a photograph.

I pulled the item out and was shocked to see one of the pictures that I kept in the back of my notebook. It was the picture of me from a Renaissance festival, with my blue ballgown, posed perfectly against a tree like the princess I dreamed of being. My jaw dropped, and my eyes grew wide. I would never have expected to find it in Daryl’s possession.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, running my fingers over the now-worn edges of the photograph, “I didn’t even realize this had gone missing.” I held it up to him. “How long have you had this?”

“How long ya think I’ve had it?” he wondered. I knew he wouldn’t have invaded my privacy and gone through my notebook to find it himself, so it wasn’t that. I thought back to when I’d initially shown the photos to Daryl, when he had overnight watch & I kept him company. I thought about showing him each of them, gathering them all and placing them back in my notebook. That was when it clicked.

“Dropping the photos in the watchtower…you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I asked, waving the picture in front of him.

“I may have,” he confessed. A flattered and amused smile graced my face, and I slid the picture back into the pocket.

“Why didn’t you just ask?” I wondered, “I can assure you I would’ve said yes.”

“Didn’t know if ya’d think it was weird,” he said, a hint of a timid and bashful smile on his face.

“I would’ve been flattered,” I promised.

“Liked having it when I’m out on the road.” Daryl put his hands on my hips and fiddled with the edges of his vest, “like bein’ able to look at ya when I’m gone.”

Every time Daryl went off on an excursion, he was like a soldier going off to war with a photo of his lady love tucked in his uniform to hold him over until he could see her again. It was endearing to think back about all of the trips he had gone on in my time here and know that he had a little piece of me with him. And to know that he wanted to be able to look at my face so badly while he was gone that he concocted a clever little plan to make it happen.

“Keep it,” I said, patting the spot on the vest where the pocket was, “it just sits in the back of my notebook otherwise. You’ll at least get some use out of it.”

Get some use out of it? Christ Vec, get your mind out of the gutter, I thought.

My mind jumped to the thought of the day Jake punched me in the nose and I ended up topless in the infirmary, using my torn shirt to stop my nosebleed. I snickered under my breath at the memory.

“What’s got ya laughin’ like that, sunshine?” he wondered.

“Just thinking how it’s funny that you saw me in my bra before we kissed,” I chuckled.

“For what it’s worth, I didn’t see anything. Not on purpose at least,” he assured. Not that I would’ve minded if he had. I often wore sports bras as shirts. Realistically, there wasn’t much difference between him seeing me dressed like that versus a typical underwire bra.

That wasn’t the only thing on my mind. “Thinking about something else too.”

“What’s that?” he wondered, interlocking his fingers at the nape of my neck, his thumbs pressing against the back of my ears. I brought my eyes to his again, putting my hands on his torso and nervously pulling at and twirling the soft cloth of his shirt around in my fingers.

“You can call me Lydia, if you want. I don’t totally hate how it sounds when you say it. Maybe I like it a tiny bit.” I bit at the inside of my lower lip, blushing and kicking my feet once again, before my voice became a little more serious. “But only when it’s just the two of us. Everyone else only knows me as Vector, and I’d like to keep it that way for now.”

“Well, Lydia, I’m honored,” Daryl practically cooed, drawing my name out as he said it. He tenderly pulled me forward, just a little, before giving me another soft, sweet kiss. Now that the floodgates had opened and the first kiss had happened, he was hardly able to keep his lips off mine. He was obsessed. “Ya got a middle name?”

“Rae.”

His eyes rolled so hard, I thought they’d fall out of his head, and an amused chuckle escaped his lips. “Like a goddamn ray o’ sunshine.”

“Guess my mom knew what she was doing when she picked it,” I laughed, “when I was in trouble, she used to call me Lydia Rae. That one’s off the table.”

“Unless ya in trouble,” he joked.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I reminded, tugging gently at his shirt.

“What question?”

“About what Adam asked you?”

“Right,” he acknowledged. He stroked the back of my neck with his thumbs before running them along the back of my ears, slowly, like how he did when he tucked my hair behind my ears. A soft and subtle smirk appeared on his face. He had an idea. “Well I got watch all day, and I know you’re busy too. I’ll answer ya question tonight. Just don’t be too early gettin’ back.”

“Too early?” I asked. He brought his forehead to mine, doing that thing with his eyes again where he looked deep into my soul.

“Can’t have ya beatin’ me home ’n ruinin’ the surprise.”

Taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley

[min3nc]

q!Jaiden just being hit with them parrot instincts. Affection bites, impulsively preening Baghera's wings maybe even doing the thing of putting her own feathers in the ducks wings, nuzzling against Baghera, chirping and hopping around when she spots the duck. ✨Nesting✨(not actually based on why birds nest. I just find nest cool and like to think bird hybrids simply nest cause nest feel safe)

I am very much rambling, i love these two so much

NESTING. NESTING. JAIDEN JUST DOING IT BECAUSE SHE’S COMFORTABLE AND BAGHERA PANICKING BECAUSE SHE THINKS SHE’S GONNA BE A MOM.

jaiden just sleeps far too much (slept through an atomic bomb), so she wants a comfy place to do so!!! so she starts just… stealing shit lmao. Baghera’s t-shirt? stolen. Foolish’s Shark hat? Stolen. BALLS???????????? She’s in the nest and getting cuddled to death by a sleepy Jaiden.

Baghera, resident Lesbian, is immediately shoved into the trope of “Lesbians move in too fast. Day 1 is asking each other out, day 2 is marriage.” while forgetting that Jaiden is not a lesbian- Girl’s just a sleepy little guy.

baghera: HI. ANY WEIRD CRAVINGS? DO YOU WANT… HOT PEPPERS SPRINKLED WITH CHOCOLATE CHIPS?

jaiden: snooze…. zzzzzzzzzzz

[cranetreegang]

In the Light of Death - Part 3

Sebastian x FemReader with former Ominis x FemReader

Summary: Sebastian shows her just how much she means to him. She's not sure she's worthy of his love.

Warnings: Dealing with death, mentions of depression, grief, mourning, smut aka sexy time

EXPLICIT WARNING don't read if underage

Song to listen to: 🎶 Unending I 🎶 999 Renaissance 🎶

Word Count: ~3,270 words

Read Part 2 Here - Find Whole Light of Death Series Here

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The sun peeking into the room and landing on her eyes, awakes her. She’s initially confused by the warmth surrounding her, until she feels his gentle breath followed by the rise and fall of his chest. She’s still locked firmly in Sebastian’s arms, their fingers intertwined. Loosening her grip, she adjusts herself to face him. 

The pale morning sun illuminates his resting features. His face, adorned with numerous freckles, is peaceful and his dark hair is mussed. She reaches out to him to trace the tips of her fingers along his cheek, following the erratic path of his freckles. He’s soft under her touch and a warmth blossoms in her chest. She brushes away his hair from his handsome face, admiring the contrast of his coarse hair compared to his skin. For as long as she’s known him, she can’t recall ever actually looking at him.

Not like this. 

She starts with the sharp rise of his cheekbones, his black eyelashes a stark contrast to his tanned skin. His dark brows are thick, eased in a serene expression. She traces over his nose, noting a small bump on the ridge - from a fight, no doubt. Trailing down his nose, she hovers just above his lips. They’re curved in a slight smile. She muses how he looks mischievous even while sleeping. Carefully, she touches over his full lips, noting how soft and warm they are under her fingers. Then she brushes along his jawline, heading back to his temple to stroke his hair. He’s a handsome man, especially now with how the light of the morning sun kisses his face.  

His eyes slowly flutter open, and he gazes at her. His dark eyes draw her in, and she’s warmed by how bright they are. They’ve always captivated her, his eyes. They hold mysteries, secrets, passion - all the things that make him the way he is. She’s always found him easy to read, because his eyes told her everything. 

Except now. 

She doesn’t understand what she sees looking into his dark depths besides herself staring back. Her heart skips a beat, her breath growing heavier, as he matches her gentle touch. He caresses her tear-stained cheek with tenderness, but his warmth singes her skin all the same. He’s so warm. So very warm. 

She shifts to be closer to him until their breaths mingle and her nose brushes his. He tangles his leg around hers while he continues his gentle strokes along her cheek. She’s never been so close to him before. Strange feelings swirl in her chest and tighten her stomach, and he hasn’t once looked away from her. Yet, she still feels too far away with an overpowering longing for more. Drawing closer, her lips gravitate to his, and her eyes flicker up to him.  Finding no apprehension, she presses her lips against his, feeling their softness and warmth. A spark ignites within her as his lips press back.

When they part, it’s only to ensure he’s still fine with this, and then she eagerly crushes her lips against him in a more needy kiss. He cups her cheek, wrapping his arm around her back, pulling her flush against him. He feels so good. He makes her feel… alive. A fire catches within her cold, broken heart and she can breathe again. Her fingers tangle with his unruly locks and his tongue pushes into her mouth to dance with hers. The taste of salty tears mingling with a bitter sweetness, similar to dark chocolate, drives them deeper into each other.

He rolls over, now on top of her, pressing his body more into her. She lets out a whimper, craving his touch and his weight on top of her. He doesn’t hold back, his kiss is filled with passion as if he’s been waiting for this his whole life. Breaking the kiss, he gazes down at her with sweet adoration. He tucks away her stray hairs with a soft smile, but a coldness seeps back into her. 

Ominis used to look at her with that exact expression. A sudden guilt crashes over her at what she’s doing, and she shuts her eyes with a whimper.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. 

His eyes widen, his fingers still stroke her cheek, and he presses his forehead to hers. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” He asks, his eyes searching for hers.

She opens her eyes, finding herself lost in his dark depths, but she resists being pulled in further. 

“I… I don’t know what this means to me, but I can see this means everything to you. And… I don’t want to lose you too, Sebastian. I can’t lose you too.”

His gaze softens, “If you want this, then so do I. It can be once, or a hundred times. My feelings for you won’t change, sweetheart. I will always love you,” he says, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

She lets out a soft noise, a near whine, at his confession.

He… loves her. 

Somehow it doesn’t surprise her. Deep down, she’s always known he harbored feelings for her. Feelings she’s never had for him… until now. She’s not sure what to make of them though. Are they true? Or just something to smother her broken heart? Her eyes fill with pain. It hurts him to see her with such agony and conflict. 

“I don’t know if I can ever truly love you back,” she whispers. “Not like you deserve. My heart belongs to him. And that’s not fair to you. You deserve someone who will love you, fully, not… not like this.”

He shakes his head, “I only want your happiness. That’s it. I just want to make you happy.”

She tentatively cups his face, her heart racing as she studies his features. His eyes hold only understanding, and she doesn’t know what to do. He’s always been someone she considers her closest friend, but she’s never looked at him in this sort of light before. It frightens her how much she wants him, but it frightens her more to stop.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he says in a pleading tone. “Whatever it is. Tell me.”

She lets out a shuddering breath, her mind reeling with what to do.

“You make me feel so warm,” she finally whispers. “And I… don’t want to be cold anymore.”

“Then, if that’s what you want,” he whispers just as quietly back. 

He lowers himself back down and kisses her. He’s gentle, but there’s an underlying hunger he’s keeping at bay. Her trembling hands move along his neck and down to his chest, exploring his body, before tugging at his sweater to remove it. He grins against her lips as he pushes himself up to appease her. He tosses the offending garment off to the side, revealing his bare chest. Her eyes widen as she takes in the bare expanse of his body. He’s about to resume kissing her when she gently pushes against his shoulders. Worry dances in his eyes, and she blushes, looking away.

“I… I would like to look at you,” she admits in a quiet voice. 

He smiles and nods. He helps them both sit up, and her heart is about to beat out of her chest. His body is lean from traversing the countryside so often, with some definition of muscle. Her hands tremble as she rests them on his broad shoulders. He grips her hips while she explores his arms and chest, his thumbs stroking the flesh on her hips. She admires the freckles which adorn him, like kisses from the sun or the countless stars in the night sky. Her palm rests over his heart, feeling it beat just as fast as her own. 

His grip on her hips tighten, pulling her flush with his bare chest, while her hands glide up his neck all the way up to his reddening cheeks. She’s never noticed how beautiful of a man he is. Holding his face, she gazes into his eyes with awe, his breath hitching at her intensity. If Ominis was like the cool moon, then Sebastian is like the summer sun. He is all consuming and she’s never been so willing to be burned.

“Sebastian,” she whispers.

His eyes flutter, and he nuzzles into her palm, “Yes?”

Summoning her courage and wits, she says, “I want this. But only if you do, too. I… I don’t want your pity. I just want you.”

He holds her gaze, dragging his fingers up her body until he tangles them into the nape of her neck.

“And I don’t want your regret, sweetheart. I can’t bear to lose you too.”

His eyes are earnest and plead with her. He holds her firmly, their chests rising and falling in time with each other. She strokes his cheeks with her thumbs, a decision solidifying in her mind.

And she dives in.

She kisses him with all the longing she has kept within. Sebastian moans, losing himself in her desperation, and he matches her intensity. She quickly falls behind and he eagerly savors the soft noises she makes, raring to hear more. His lips trail down to her neck, sucking sharply before kissing the reddening flesh. She angles her head to allow him unhindered access, and she can feel his smirk as he sucks and nibbles. 

Her clothes are ripped and torn away in a deft movement, and she’s lowered back onto the bed. She watches him with wide eyes as he takes off the rest of her clothes then his own. Her breathing picks up as she gazes upon his fully bare form, his arousal obvious. Sebastian smiles as he lowers himself to her stomach. He presses tender kisses along her body, slowly mapping every inch of her as he makes his way up. 

His touch lingers on her breasts, teasing over the supple flesh. The slight tremble in his hands gives him away just as he takes her nipple into his mouth. Sucking and swirling over the raised peak, she lets out small gasps and breaths. He flicks his eyes up to her, watching intently for every tiny reaction written upon her flushed face. Her fingers grip onto his upper arm, frozen by his teasing tongue as he gives the same treatment to the other side. 

She grabs his hand, placing a kiss on his palm, then she drags him back down to her hungry lips. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she lets her other hand feel down his back and along his side. 

He groans with a slight thrust of his hips when her heated body becomes flushed with his.  Feeling his hot cock pulsing against her, makes her whole body yearn for him. He seeks her eyes, ensuring she’s still wanting this, and his heart skips a beat at the lust which inflames her. 

He presses himself into her, and she’s lost in how full and tight she feels, gasping and whimpering for more. His moans are needy and desperate as he begins to unravel inside her. Their lips are locked together in a heated kiss as their bodies intertwine. With his body on top of her, she’s in a bliss of warmth.

He’s nothing like her Ominis, and she’s thankful for it. No, Sebastian is wholly himself - reckless and passionate. His grunts and moans send shivers down her spine while she kisses and nips his freckled neck and shoulder. He thrusts into her with such force, it rattles the entire bed - slamming it into the wall with every snap of his hips. She wraps her legs around him, driving him further into this frenzy. The fire between them comes to a full raging inferno.

“Look at me,” he demands with a breathy moan. 

His fingers nestle themselves into the nape of her hair while his eyes hold hers. The intensity she finds within his dark gaze makes her shiver. His panting breath fans across her face as he drives deeper into her. Her hand finds itself lodged into his unruly locks, while her other hand grips onto his shoulder for dear life. 

It’s not long before they both reach a gasping, breathless climax. He lets out a soft moan - a near whine - as he fills her with his warm release. She urges his lips to hers, sharing a lasting kiss to solidify the moment while he continues to thrust softly into her. He collapses on top of her, his chest panting in time with hers. She holds him close, urging him to the crook of her neck where he places tender kisses on the harsh marks he left earlier. His arms wrap around, engulfing her in a loving embrace.

They lay there for sometime as the morning sun traverses the quaint room, casting its rays upon them. When he regains himself, he looks up at her with an adoring smile. Kissing his way up her neck to her cheek, he delicately plays with a lock of her hair between his fingers, his eyes filled with awe as if he’s beholding something truly magnificent. He wraps an arm behind her neck, bringing her into a deep kiss. Brushing his nose against hers with a soft smile, he whispers,

“You’re beautiful.”

She closes her eyes, resting her forehead against his, and breathing in his spiced scent. He kisses her, tenderly and slowly, as he begins to rise.

“Let me make you breakfast,” he says with a toothy grin.

She smiles, “I wouldn’t mind helping you.”

As if he couldn’t look any more adoring at her, he all but swoons as he places another kiss on her lips. With a bright smile, he rolls out of bed and playfully drags her along, carrying her like a bride in his arms. 

“Sebastian!” She giggles while he takes her down the stairs to the kitchen. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He teases, kissing her hot cheek.

They make breakfast, or at least she tries to, as Sebastian can’t take his hands off her for more than a moment. But she finds his arms around her to be more enjoyable than anything else. As they eat, they both find themselves catching each other’s gazes, smiling each time. Afterwards, they finally dress themselves and tidy up. She’s washing the dishes when his arm wraps around her waist. Kissing up her neck, he reaches her ear to whisper,

“I have a surprise for you.”

He practically drags her away from the sink and she giggles.

“A surprise?” She wonders as he grabs her hand to lead her out the door.

Awaiting them are two brooms leaning against the lone ash tree. She gives him a quizzical look while he rushes ahead with a beaming grin. 

“Come on, it’s a beautiful day for a flight,” he hands her broom to her. 

She stares at the well-loved broom for several moments. It’s been some time since she’s flown. 

“I don’t know-,”

“No excuses,” he interrupts with a smirk. “You were the fastest flier back in the day, and if you even think about saying otherwise - I’ll knock you right on that pretty arse of yours.” 

She rolls her eyes - biting back her grin, “Please, it’s been a long time since those days.”

Sebastian mounts his broom and begins to hover above her, “Well, time to find out if that’s true.”

She scoffs, mounting her broom. He can rile her up way too easily, she scowls to herself. Matching his height, she smirks.

“Well, now what?” She questions.

Sebastian smiles as he quickly takes off. She watches him for a moment, laughing to herself, before chasing after him.

She quickly catches up to Sebastian. They both laugh as they zip around the Highlands. She’s forgotten how freeing it is to fly - how the wind whips through her hair and stings her cheeks while she makes daring dashes between narrow crevasses and trees. Sebastian makes a sudden dive towards a patch of woods and she circles around to join him. He awaits her in front of an old ruin of a formerly grand castle. She lands, her eyes wide and her mouth parted in awe at the grandeur of the dilapidated structure. 

“This is one of the places I’ve been investigating,” Sebastian states with a proud smirk. “Skelside Castle.”

“Wow… it’s so grand still,” she whispers. 

He grabs her hand with a chuckle, “You haven’t seen anything yet. Come on, let me show you my favorite room.” 

They place their brooms by the entrance and he leads her inside. It’s all surprisingly preserved in some places, and overtaken by vegetation in others. He navigates through the collapsing dining hall and up the crumbling stairs. Glancing back on occasion, he gives her hand a tight squeeze every time he catches her eyes. 

He lets go of her and rushes towards a set of double doors.

“Right this way, milady,” he opens the doors with a great flourish and bows as she walks in. Her giggles fade away into a soft gasp as she takes in the room.

They’re in a tower with stone that is intricately cut and sculpted into several beautiful lofty archways. In each of the arches, holds stained glass. The glass, despite having vines and grime covering them, possess a beauty she’s never seen before. Each of the stained pieces contain majestic trees swaying in the wind - all telling the story of the changing seasons - with the center arch containing the sun’s rays beaming down. 

The mosaic of colored light shimmers into the room - bathing the entire place in its vibrancy. She looks over herself as the golds, blues, reds, and purples dance over her. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” his voice breaks her from her thoughts and she glances over at him. He’s looking around the room in both reverence and awe. “This was a place of worship. Lord Skelig was a religious man - even for a wizard. He believed Nature to be the one true power of this world - shaping and forming it to its wishes. While we were merely its caretakers - protectors. It’s quite fascinating how he viewed the world. His journals were quite thorough.” 

He looks over to her and his smile widens. Taking both of her hands in his, he whispers,

“And you haven’t seen the best part yet, love,” his head cranes to look above them, and she follows his gaze to the ceiling. 

Another quiet gasp escapes her lips. Above them, is the moon with a beautiful night sky hiding behind the swirling gray clouds. The circular glass takes her breath away and Sebastian chuckles at her awe-struck expression.

“Never in all my travels have I found a place like this. It’s a shame it’s been lost to time for so long,” he comments with a slight frown.

“What will become of this place?” She wonders.

Sebastian hums in thought, “I’m not sure. I notified the guild of this place. Whether or not anything will come of it is a different matter,” he squeezes her hands and gives her a mischievous grin. “All that matters is that we are the only two who have set foot in this place in over five hundred years.”

“Five hundred?” She looks around the surprisingly well-preserved room. “Whoever built it, must have had charms in place to keep it from totally falling apart.” 

Sebastian smirks, “Makes you wonder what other secrets lie around - just waiting to be discovered.”

He wants to say more, but his mouth quickly clamps shut. Instead, he squeezes her hands then motions towards the exit.

“We should get going. Before it gets too dark.” 

She spares one final glance around the sanctuary then follows after Sebastian.

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Read Part 4 Here

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AN: Well hopefully the smut wasn't too unbearable to read cause there's more in the next part LMAO

as always feedback welcomed <3

idk im a sucker for really sweet passionate love making - and im like a prude about some of the words (cock, pussy, nipple, ect) so i tried really hard to not be a complete prude about it. hopefully it was enjoyable

also im a sucker for stained glass. and seb nerding out about it. he's my cute lil nerd. leave me alone

[lazaruspiss]

woah! its a tag! thank u @redhoodinternaldialectical

rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

favorite color: green :)

last song: I Could Be Jewish For You

currently reading: my work schedule and trying not to cry

currently watching: south park south park and more south park. what's happened to me

currently craving: stan south park yaoi (evil)... or chicken fajitas as per usual

coffee or tea: coffee with so much chocolate and sugar that it barely counts as coffee anymore. like i loved this frozen mocha from my old job so much. that was a dairy product worth an hour in the bathroom for.

hobby to try: the amount of times ive tried and given up on learning to animate dude... embarrassing

current au: idk man but i could pitch a dc/south park crossover at u. by which i mean imagine stick of truth/fractured but whole except the new kid is dick. itd be silly. anyways ill go actually look at my wip files for smth

Mythos: greek mythology au... i have a whole cast list that i probably made all in one night bc i couldn't sleep

Slade – Hades [Death] Dick – Persephone [Spring] Rose – Melinoë [Madness]

Natalia – Nyx [Night] Jason – Nemesis [Retribution] Tim – Hypnos [Sleep] Cass – Thanatos [Non-Violent Death]

Bruce – Zeus [Being a Bitch] Martha – Hera [Marriage/Childbirth] Talia – Demeter [Harvest] Damian – Philomelus [Agriculture/Husbandry] Pamela – Dionysus [Vegetation/Madness] Arthur – Poseidon [Sea] Roy – Artemis [Wilderness/Childcare] Ollie – Apollo [Archery/Truth]

Zatanna – Hecate [Magic]

Constantine – Peitho [Persuasion]

ive written one fic for this already but i do think about it often. dick has a grudge w bruce which burns with the might of a sun and its completely earned. talia makes pamela bc she missed her baby really really bad. as zeus fucks his big sis so does bruce fuck his mom. jason and tim are supposedly slades servants but between slade and dick its pretty obvious who the favorite is. slade isnt a step dad hes the dad who stepped up. damian is off in the fields with the cows while being mad at bruce for getting in between him and visiting his big brother.

[tavyliasin]

GaleCord Valentine Event!

The first of FOUR - yes I know - FOUR creative events I have run for Valentine's Day!

The Challenge:

The idea is to write something themed around a Date or Valentine Event, involving the GREATEST WIZARD OF ALL TIME, GALE OF WATERDEEP. It doesn't even have to be romantic or positive, there are lots of ways to take this from slow burn romance to fully brutal heartbreak and violence. The choices are yours!

Minimum word count: 1,000 words

Details and links to the individual entries below the cut! Works are NSFW and may contain game spoilers.

Gale-ntine's Day FanFics

An Unexpected Valentine by MiradelleTarot Summary - Meet Ilarah, a depressed, borderline-alcoholic who hates her life. By day, she buries herself in work. By night, she drinks and plays Baldur's Gate. One stormy night, however, takes an unexpected turn that changes her life forever. CWs and Tags - Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Original Female Human Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Oral Sex

The Wizard of NotAsleep by Tavylia_Sin Summary - Gale can't sleep, but lucky for him a certain druid is still awake and has a few ideas to help him get the rest he needs~ CWs and Tags - Gale/Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Insomnia, Oral Sex, Light Bondage/Restraint, Light Bondage

I had been lost to you, flew like a moth to you by QueenBumble Summary - Every caress feels like he’s stroking her with intent. Fuck. This can’t be normal. Then she remembers the chocolate wrapper in her pocket. Surely the chocolate didn’t do this to her. Aphrodisiacs are a myth. Right? The party's fearless death cleric is wracked with nerves at the idea of losing her virginity on the prime and makes a questionable purchase the day of Sune's Embrace. CWs and Tags - Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Gale (Baldur's Gate)Original Female Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Dammon (Baldur's Gate), Aphrodisiacs, Oral Sex, Valentine's Day, minor Wyll/Lae'zel, minor Karlach/Dammon, mentions of canon murder for plot reasons, Fluff, Enthusiastic Consent, humorous discussions of virginity, Best Friend Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Halsin/Astarion if you squint, Sex Pollen, Established Relationship

If Magic Be The Language of Love, Cast On by deerancha Summary - Gale and Lae’zel have had a purely physical relationship during their travels together. But Gale craves a deeper, more meaningful connection. Does a date really translate across their cultures? A silly little first date for the Discord Gale-ntines Day challenge. CWs and Tags - Gale/Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), First Dates, Dating, Awkward Dates, Flirting, Hopeless Romantic Gale (Baldur's Gate), Gale romances Lae’zel, Dinner DateFluff and Smut, Some Fluff, Gale is clearly sapiosexual, Gale loves to learn, Smut, Oral SexVaginal Sex, Passion, Lae’zel learns to have romantic feelings, I just like the dynamic of these two

There's Always A First Time for Everything by AshieMashie Summary - Astra and Gale have been living in the tower in Waterdeep for the past six months since they defeated the Elder Brain with their companions. Astra has some insecurities about living up to Gale experience in bed and in most intimate situations. She finds the perfect gift to help her over come these insecurities in a tome she finds and decides to uncharacteristically initiate some intimate activities with her wizard. CWs - Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Praise Kink, Soft Dom Gale (Baldur's Gate), First Time Blow Jobs, Domestic Fluff, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Post Act 3 (so spoilers for end game)

Please do leave some kudos and a comment if you enjoy the works! Well done to all entrants, thank you for joining and I hope you all had some fun with it~

[moodycarcass]

Tagged by @dexaroth for lil tag game. of which i am not immune to.

🔺 Favorite Color:

Full saturation red, Lime green, Black, & Steel blue/gray

🔺 Last song played:

Spring is coming with a strawberry in the mouth by Caroline polachek. i also rlly enjoy the song coma by her

🔺Currently reading:

The dead zone by stephen king, i picked it out of my book stash when the power went out from like. 8pm to 2am, very little into it and i misplaced it somewhere but i have liked what i've read so far.

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the last thing i read before it was The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black which is a faux biography / speculative biology anatomical artbook i got for christmas or my birthday back in like 2015/2016 and mainly used to just try and copy the illustrations, it was a short read and the story was ok, the concept of a victorian doctor ruining his entire life because he sees a freakshow rogue taxidermy of a satyr and immediately develops an ideology around human beings actually evolving from these mythical creatures and that you can reverse engineer them by sewing animal parts onto people is kinda funny ngl.

🔺Currently craving:

it was chocolate cake n already made some earlier tonight. and now i have absolutely no desire to touch the rest of the entire cake i made bc i dont actually like chocolate that much u_u

🔺 Coffee or tea:

coffee. i drink like 2 cups of it a day just bc i think its tasty. i was however, still raised in the south and am hopeless dependent on iced sweet tea ESPECIALLY if it has shitloads on lemon in it.

🔺 Favorite animal:

Pigs/boars, alligators, domestic cats, hamsters, most ungulates, flamingos, slugs & snails, ect

🔺 Favorite time of day:

early early morning right as the sun rises. i have crippling life long insomnia and the day break has always felt like a release from the tossing and turning and sleep deprivation induced self hatred.

i am still a volatile murderous cunt if im woken up before i choose to get up tho.

🔺 Favorite cloud pattern:

Stratus :)

🔺 Last dumb mistake in a game:

from like early july but i fucked around cleaning the base too long in voices of the void and had to complete my hash code run at night and a fossilhound spawned in front of xray and i straight up ran that damn thing over with the atv because it tanked my frames and got beaten to death before alt + f4ing out of fear

🔺 One cool thing that happened this week:

mm. idk havent had much happen this week. ive made some good as food lately. namely salmon cakes and crab rangoon if that counts

tagging: ??? idk anyone who wants to do this. i think krem is back on here for a minute?? snom and lex also if either of you read this

[foolsdiamond]

i sillied so hard i got seasonal depression :(

i prescribe you 1 dose of massage

and 2 hours of pass the sillays ontot he cat:

Remember, as the sunlight lessens more and more each day, and your brain craves a combination of hibernation and death, to take extra time to take care of yourself. Have a warm beverage, whether you make your own coffee at home, or microwave a cup of hot chocolate. Put on some music you enjoy while you force yourself to do daytime chores at night. Maybe set your alarm a little earlier than normal, so you can wake up at the sunrise and experience the most of the sunshine! With our days being darker, it gets harder to take care of yourself, so be patient with yourself and forgive your mistakes (so long as you're not letting yourself get away with doing nothing. Staying in bed an extra hour on your day off is selfcare; sleeping in until the sun sets is excessive and going to hurt your mood.)

[biscuit-o]

hi!! may i ask 🏠 and 💌 for Mello/Near [either, both, whatever you please] for the headcanon asks? :3

Ofc, thank you a lot for the ask! 🙇‍♀️ I will do both cause why not lol.

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

I always thought the theme of home is so interesting for both of them. They both grow up orphans in an institution that prioritises to form a successor of the world's greatest detective - and I guess that's quite different from simply living in a boarding school. My point is that I personally believe they both can't quite put a distinctive line between home and workplace - especially Near. I don't think we know where he goes to rest in canon. I have seen fics in which he has his own apartment but I personally think he resides in whatever building the SPK is currently working in. All important case files have to be close so he can confirm any sudden idea appearing in his mind late at night. Definitely has shelves for his favorite toys.

For Mello, I personally think he is used to moving around constantly, especially in his mafia days. Home is wherever he can sleep and he believes that to be an advantage because it makes him flexible. He belongs to nowhere, he is a free spirit. But really, most of the time it's due to a strong feeling of alienation which makes it hard for him to feel fully comfortable anywhere.

This is kind of dumb but I am going to say it: I don't really see them living together, especially Mello who strongly believes that "they need to take breaks so they can crave each other ;)))". And I know a lot of people don't consider him to be a person who will settle down but consider old man Meronia pls. Near retires and buys a house. Mello goes to live with him because he doesn't know what else to do and who needs someone to listen to his boomer rants. They mind even buy a pet.

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

I think they are both awful at expressing their feelings with words. Either because of ego or they just can't explain it. Near's love language is small hidden acts of kindness that are impossible to be perceived as flashy showcasing if that makes sense. Mello can't accuse Near of pitying him because he found a freshly cool chocolate bar in his jacket or because Near kissed him while he was (supposedly) asleep before going to work - this will also reveal how he notices these gestures and they make his heart flutter or something idk.

Anyway, let's move to Mello. I think he can be very passionate and romantic when he isn't so focused on his ego. Very scared of how strong his feelings can be. Can show physical/sexual attraction freely when he believes it's to his advantage but usually that's to distract from his true desire to consume Near's soul (affectionately). Writes poetry about him with keywords "burning", "death", "demon", "eternity", "heaven"... you get it. Very metaphorical and intense. On special occasions he may gift him one but he would ask Near to read it when he is gone and never explains the true meaning. He hopes it will be his favorite puzzle for a while.

[thismotherloverrighthere]

Tagged by @jaina-lyn

Get to know me

Last song played: Follow My Voice by For All Those Sleeping

Favourite Colour: Partial to black, but dark blues and earthy tones also fuck

Favourite Dish: Burrito, Lasagne, Sushi, Cheese Sauce, my Oma's Mac and Cheese, also currently craving chocolate

Blorbos: Shepard, Garrus, Mordin and Thane from Mass Effect, Paarthunax from Skyrim, Gorman from Aliens, Haunter from Pokémon, Missy from- wait where are you going?

Basically, any character that has or does over the course of the medium, overcome the darkness or mistakes they left behind in their past.

Currently Watching: a video essay on the death of sketch comedy. I don't have any form of conventional tv.

Last Film Watched: Hot Fuzz, it's a great parody of the buddy-cop genre that was prevalent in the 90s and 2000s, while also being a fun romp in its own regard.

Current Obsession Hyperfixations: Space, Mass Effect, Pokémon, Cosmic Horror, Dr Who, Paradoxes

Last Thing Googled: Kumiho

Tagging: You, dear reader. If you want to do it, consider this me tagging you.

[quinn-loki-02]

I love you and I will never let you go

The team is on a trip. It's something new for them. It was kindly offered by Shepherd. It's seen as a team bonding thing. A cement allowing the bond between the team to grow even stronger.

It is in fact a time y/n find herself appreciating. When there is no mission pressure, no war, no weapon, no fighting, no threat. Just a moment to relax, enjoy life. It feels like these moments are rare.

These vacations were at first very... new to some in the team.

Ghost never went abroad when he was a kid. Vacations? Free-time? Fun-time? Never heard of. The first time he went abroad was with the army. And of course it was not to get a tan.

Even today, there is a part in him that seems unable to accept letting go of the pressure. He is constantly on the lookout. Probably afraid his demons are gonna crawl back to him. Probably afraid an ennemy is planning something in this moment of peace.

The first days are especially difficult. His reflexes kick in ; he doesn't sleep much, any sound wake him up, his body is tense, he is always looking behind his back. Nevertheless, as the second week goes on, he gets more relaxed.

Price had not taken a single break from work in months. In the first place, these vacations had been instaured for Price to ease off on the pressure ; but Shepherd had never had the gutts to tell him.

He had said “the team needs vacations. I think it could be a good bonding exercice. You could hang out without the pressure of missions. I've already booked you 3 weeks on a island in the Bahamas.”

“Who is going?” answered Price

“All of you ; Ghost, Soap, König, Gaz, y/n, Alejandro, Rudy and you, Price.” replied Shepperd.

                                                                    The team spends a good amount of time at the beach. Gaz and Soap really enjoy sunbathing and swimming.

The swimming pool at the hotel is also a team favorite. Ghost often goes there with König and y/n.

The team rarely entirely split; they often stay at least in pairs. A military thing ; never be alone.

After a day spent at the beach, with dinner for everyone brought to Price's room, where the team had decided to spend the evening, y/n craves a sweet tooth.

She decides to go downstairs where some automatic distributors offer her favorite chocolate bar.

“I'm coming with you Liebling if you want” offered König

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König had always been kind with y/n. He constantly wants to make sure she is okay. In fact, all team members lookout after eachother. But y/n had grown closer to König, Soap and Ghost in the last months.

König and her would often have late night talks about anything and everything. They confess to one another; about their past, fears, past relationships. They also evoke their future, the homes they would like to live in, the numbers of kids they would want.

Their relationship has always been platonic, König sees y/n as a sister... well, he would want to only see her as a sister but never build up the courage to confess his feelings.

Soap brings happiness in y/n life. He is always here to cheer her up and she does the same to him. You're feeling sad? Let's grab a glass in the nearest bar. Let's do karaoke. Let's cook...

He is his sunshine in the darkness.

Ghost and Y/n never thought they would grow close. But after an unsuccessful mission in Kazakhstan that left mental damage to Y/n, Simon couldn't help but feel the necessity to help her through this difficult period.

As she was helping civilians getting out of a building, she took a severely harmed child in her arms. She made it to the car with the little boy but he died in her arms, scared and in pain. His blood was all over her body. She always told herself she should have done more. What if she had been run quicker, what if she had told the driver to drive faster? She took the full blame of his death.

Simon had seen her at her lowest, crying, wanting to committ suicide to not feel this pain anymore, having panic attacks. He had never judged her, was always there for her, even in the middle of the night when she knocked at his door tears rolling down her cheeks.

They sometimes slept in the same bed. Simon was afraid her suicidal thoughts would push her to do something irredeemable, so they would sleep together. He hold her tight in his arms to make sure she wouldn't escape, she wouldn't leave him. This is the best sleep he ever had.

Being held close, tight in his arms brought y/n a safety feeling, as if Simon protected her from the horrors of the world and from her demons.

She enjoyed his compagny, he was the one she pictured in her future, but would never dare to admit it. Afraid that the confession of her feelings would break the bond they have.

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“No it's okay, thank you, I'm just going to get a chocolate bar. I'll be back in two minutes” y/n answered kindly, a soft smile on her face.

She exited the room and took the stairs. As she arrived at the first floor, she heard a kid asked her mother for a bag of sweets.

“please mommy. Can I have some? I swear I won't ask you for anything else ever” asked the little boy.

“No, we have sweets at home” answered the adult.

“but please... please, mommy, we don't have this type of candy” tried the kid.

“I said no, stop now” she replied, a bit more coldy.

Y/n was starting to feel unease. Eversince the mission in Kazakhstan when the kid had passed away in her arms while she told him that everything was going to be fine, she had trouble being around kids.

She felt like she did a promise to this kid and was unable to keep it.

“but please mommy”

“I said no” shouted the mother while taking the boy by its arms and dragging him violently. At the same time, a father entered the hall where the distributor was with a crying baby.

Y/n was walking towards the distributor, her vision getting slightly dizzy and darker. As if the walls of the room started to constrict her.

When she arrives in front of it, she puts her hands on the machine, one on each side, trying to get a hold on something, a grip on reality.

She is not on the field. She is in a safe place.

Her eyes are now closed, her hands holding on the distributor as if she was holding on a life rope.

If she let the fear seize her she would have a panic attack.

“breathe, come on... 1, 2,3... it's okay” she mutters to herself.

But, it was getting worse. She already had had panic attacks. But she was never alone when it happened. Soap or Ghost had always been there with her. They would hold her and calm her down, keeping the wave of panic under control.

But at this moment, she starts to feel like she is drowning. She is drifting away from the shore, getting in the abysses of darkness. The room is getting black around her, tight, uprising...

Another person enters, the bell of the door sounding like gunshots to her ears.

She knows it is it... she is having a panic attack, the symptoms are there and she wouldn't be able to stop it by herself. She has to go back to Price's room, where everyone is.

Y/n opens her eyes, her breath short, shaky, unsteady. She looks at her hands that are in front of her... horror vision. They are covered in blood.

The same blood from the kid in Kazakhstan she wasn't able to save.

There is in fact no blood on her hands, she knows it, but her mind is playing tricks on her. It's too powerful. She cannot think straight.

“shit, shit, shit” she thinks, trying to srcub off the blood from her hands.

There is now only one thing on her mind ; run to go to Price's room.

But her feet are not answering as she wants them to. She is moving way to slow to her opinion.

Each step is a torture, her lungs filling with few air that seems to cut her insides like razor blades. She barely sees anything, cannot hear.

She has not realized it but she is crying, shaking. Her eyes are filled with tears, mascara dripping, cheeks red.

As she arrives to the steps taken earlier she tells herself she is not going to make it. She will die here.

Climbing each stair is an ordeal. She feels like an alpinist, arriving at the top of the Himalayas, where the air is rare and each movement gathers all the strenght her body has.

As she finishes going upstairs, there are 10 meters until the door to the room, her salvation.

She tries to speak, scream, shout, squawk, but no sound comes from her throat.

Her feet drag her to this door, she feels like she is dying, her body giving her out. She is on the verge of falling to her feet and give up.

She raises her hand and knock to the door, bang at it. She uses her last strenght and is now madly banging at it with her two fists.

After 5 seconds that felt like eternity, Ghost opens the door, concern written over his face.

“gosh... y/n what happened?” he anxiously asks.

But she falls on the floor, unable to answer. She curls up, closes her fists. Her heart is beating a thousand times per minute. She cannot breathe and feels like she is being buried alive.

Simon picks her up. The whole team is now running towards the door to see what is happening.

He holds her tight in his arms, her face in his neck.

“shhh... everything is okay. You are safe now. No one will hurt you” Ghost whispers in her ear.

Ghost is now inside the room with her, the door has been closed by Gaz.

Soap, König, Alejandro, Price and Gaz are now around Ghost and y/n.

They all seem on high alert. What happened? Has someone attacked her downstairs? Has she seen someone, an ennemy? What could put her in this state?

Ghost goes to sit on the king size bed at the right of the room.

Soap and Alejandro kneel and pat her back while Price and Gaz seem unaware of what to do.

In fact, Price and Gaz had never seen someone having a panic attack. They have no idea of what is happening.

“are you hurt?” asks Alejandro, anxiety filling his voice. He starts patting her body, looking for any visible wound, any evidence someone has attacked her. But there is no blood, no sign she is in physical pain due to that.

Ghost's smells starts to ease her. She tries to breathe as best as she can.

Soap takes her left hand in his and caresses the back of her hand with his thumb. “Her hand is cold, jeez, she is freezing” he thinks to himself.

“it's okay. Come on, breathe, please, breathe. Inhale... 1, 2,3 and exhale... 1,2,3” says Ghost in the calmest tone he can. He is, in fact also panicking and trying to calm himself down.

Y/n do as told, she has taken Ghost's huge biceps in her right hand and squeezes it. She tries to focus on her breath.

After a few minutes she is able to see and fully hear again. As she opens her eyes and looks at the two men kneeling to her and Price and Gaz standing a few feet away she starts to realize what has happened. They are looking at her, sadness, concern, pity, fear written over their faces.

Soap is the first one to speak.

“hey... do you feel better?”

She is still holding his hand. She wonders when he had taken her hand, she hadn't realized it before but now feel warm expanding in her hand and arm.

“I don't know” she honestly answers. She doesn't know what to feel. She felt like she was dying, she really thought is was her end.

“what happened? Did someone hurt you preciosa?” asked Alejandro

Ghost was now lightly stroking her hair and holding her waist as she was still sitting on his thighs.

“No. I got a flashback of what happened in Kazakhstan. I thought I was able to control it, but there was a baby crying and... and” panic was threatening to bubble to the surface again

“Shhhhh, don't worry, you are safe now” adds König, now close to her.

Her eyelids were getting heavier. Panic attacks always drained her out.

“I think I should bring you back to your room. You seem exhausted.” states Ghost

“yes please, if you don't mind” she responds in a whisper.

Ghost stood up, carrying her in his arms, bridal style.

“I will bring her to her room, I will see you tomorrow at 9 for breakfast” he adds while looking at the men.

“sure, take care of her” concludes Price.

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Ghost is putting her in her king size bed, drapping her in comfortable sheets after taking off her shoes and coat.

“Please, don't leave me” she asks while looking in his eyes

“Never. I'm not going anywhere” he tells her

He takes his shoes and pants off, sliding under the sheets with her. She turns her body to face him. He brings her closer to him and wrap his arms around her body. She can feel his heartbeat in his chest and it is the most relaxing feeling ever. She falls asleep in a minute, but think she might have heard him whisper “I will never leave you. I love you and I would never let you go”.