#i hope one day they'll look back at the things they're saying now and realise just how truly horrible and sad of a person they are

[hanniedream]

defending seungkwan online isn't enough anymore, i need a gun

[starmuselove]

HADES : MY FOREVER LAMENT PAC

What they miss about you and consequently how they act 'cause of it?

Hello my mystical babies, I was just chilling looking out in the morning cause it was raining and the ambience was so good I just sat there for quite sometime taking it in. And I was feeling my creative senses tingling, so I decided for a somewhat romantic moody suave reading. So I hope you too are able to enjoy this like I could enjoy the rain.

Disclaimer: Take a deep breath, have some fun and pamper yourself as you read this. If it doesn't resonate with you now, it's not time for you to read this yet, maybe read it at another time. Have a lovely day!

𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖘 𝖀𝖘𝖊𝖉: ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔱 + 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔘𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔱.

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Quote: "I Hope that someday, Somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight and that's what they'll do. They don't pull away. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it"

9oW, The Fool (R)(3oC) ° 4oS, Mother of Wands, 5oP

One word I'm getting - Pookie. They're a softie aww. They miss your light-heartedness , your innocence you bring in their difficult world. The positivity that you have, which you encourage them with. How you guide them with it, with hope and faith. They could consider you their sunshine/source of strength.

They could probably get silent, introverted and moody when you're absent. A bit defensive and moody for little things cause they haven't talked to you for a long time lol. It's like the bird being defensive about her little ones, so cute. They might have a life crisis, like their life has been frozen one side and they're just existing or surviving. They would want to fight people sometimes 😭Their brain don't work well at those times when missing you guys(I'm giggling here sorry luvs) They definitely pout and sulk. They might be a little dramatic with it.

RANDOM: Infinity, Yellow, My Sunshine My only Sunshine, Pookie, Pookie Bear.

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Quote: "How could I not love eyes that see me in all of my forms of beautiful?"

9oS, The Emperor ° 7oS, 8oC, Justice

We've got two groups of people here- First, They miss the foundation and structure you provide to their life. It's like you are their rock. You might be a person who is self sufficient and knowledgeable. You absence is definitely very noticeable for this person. They could feel like their nightmares are coming back to swallow them whole again, you could have saved this person from relapsing into bad habits.

They might want to travel to see you. Even if you are cities apart, catching a flight just to see you. They might feel very dejected and might even start praying to the spirits to bring you back to them soon. Yeah, the separation might make them realise what's right and what's wrong. They could reassess the things they could've done or happened to deliver you the fair treatment or what you deserve.

In Second type, Some of you might be reading this for your ex? A further division in that- for some of you, they don't really have nothing positive to say they miss you, they're probably thinking it's good riddance. They are happy they could explore other options with you gone(this sucks :(( )

If it's indeed an ex that does miss you, they would try to show off how they would love you and take care of you to persuade you to get back with them.

RANDOM STUFFS: Structure, Building Blocks, Driving, Car, Meeting,Aloy/Aloha, Thrice, Moon Gazing, Snow.

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Mild mention of 18+ themes below.

Quote: "No, we're not soulmates. This is not divine intervention. And this is most certainly not a chance. I willed this. I knit the threads of fate myself until it wrote our name. I love you intentionally. I love you with every bit of conscience I was born with."

5oS, Ace of Wands,Page of Pentacles ° The Moon, 3oP, 5oS.

First thing I got was they don't wanna live without you, life seems meaningless in your absence. They really seem to love you a lot. This is my fun/adventurous couple, pranksters, very active couple. They miss the mind blowing sex and the play fights they have with you. The navigator and manifester energy that you bring. Tbh this pile really values what you bring to the table, they see you as a very valuable person in their life- more like invaluable. I also think you might be their dream person manifested in real life.

Like i said before they find any victories that happens in their life to be meaningless without you around. They want it to share with you. The quote too says similar stuff- they want YOU to be with them and vice versa. They turn into this self doubting phase. They might feel like people around them are gonna do things behind their back, to destroy them. I think you might be the person who restored their faith in people maybe that's why your absence could give such impacts. They could be the type of person to call people around you to check on you or if you were ever in a position of no contact.

RANDOM:

Tiger, Cheetah, Cub, Matching Couple items, Despair, Torment, Pink Gun, Dildo, Toy , Children's Gift, Night, Insomnia, Discord.

This is a part of my HADES series of PACs. Like, reblog or even comment so I can get your feedback. My ask box is open to express feedback too. Negative behaviour absolutely won't be tolerated!

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Epilogue

I know we've already said our farewells but after todays BangtanB Admin 2 talked me into writing another tiny post because vmin. Truly as much as we weren't ready for the OT4 live, we hadn't been ready to get this BB so quickly, to see and hear them say goodbye to each other, or for Tae to quite literally apologise to Jimin for not being able to see him off the next day while Jimin told him he had nothing to be sorry for since he was going first.

Seeing these two say goodbye to each other, it broke my heart on so many levels. Vmin being vmin aside, they are chingu and so incredibly close with each other, mean so much to each other, and yet because of damn enlistment they got separated. I'm glad though that Namjoon has Tae close to him, just like Namjoon said to Tae himself, and that they'll be able to see each other occasionally and perhaps have meals together, though they aren't training together. And before someone asks why Tae and Namjoon didn't use the buddy system like Jimin and JK did and tries to spin some annoying story in our messages, it's because Namjoon is too old for it.

Another tiny tangent I'd like to go on before I continue is that I implore all of you, and especially shippers of one particular ship, to stop romanticising the enlistment experience and all it entails. Enlistment isn't a fun little trip or vacation, it's an unjust gruelling and extremely hard time for all enlisted men. One of the translators for the English edition of the BTS book was asked by ARMY to translate Namjoon's letter on weverse but he declined to do so and gave a very nuanced and important explanation as to why. Please go and read it here. And before anyone comes (again) into our messages and claims I would speak differently if vmin went together, no I would not. This moment in their lives, the enlistment period, it fucking sucks. Plain and simple. We've seen what can happen with idols during enlistment, just look at Taemin's experience, so really, there is nothing nice and fun and chill about it. Or remember the incident with Seokjin and the nurse, hell knows what could've happened. It's hard and awful and it's unfair that after all that they have done, the members were put into a position where they knew there was no way they could not go, even if they would've been given an exemption because that's the kind of pressure they're under. We've seen how uncomfortable his shaved head made Jimin, how sad and devastated Jimin and JK looked in their final lives and in this BB. So set aside your delulu glasses and look at reality, especially as foreigners. We know nothing so let's not act like we know anything.

Anyway, seeing JK approach Namjoon, pet his head and then Namjoon turn around, his eyes turning all soft and fond as he realised it's JK and then enveloped him in a tight hug...and to think that's the hyung because of which JK even joined BH in the first place. My heart. And Namjoon, too, was sad that he wouldn't be able to see JK off the next day either.

It was sad that we couldn't see Hobi, Seokjin, and Yoongi but we knew that would be the case from past experience. But it was nice to see JK sitting in the car talking and being obviously sad and then Hobi's hand appeared to pat his head to comfort him and JK closed his eyes to enjoy the moment and calm his emotions. Truly the bond the hyungs and maknaes have is beautiful.

But with that the Tannies are all gone now and it'll be six months on the dot until Seokjin will be released and come back to us for FESTA 2024. But the members repeatedly said they've prepared lots of exciting things for us so we can look forward to that.

And with this, we say farewell and we hope to see you again healthy and happy and doing well.

As for our blog, with Admin 2's plans for a BL break, we've started watching Love in the Air since it's a very popular BL. Once we'll finish it, we'll let you know what we think of it.

[snow-143]

Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

one- pilot (1.7k words)

Jeon Jungkook. The man that everybody wants, the man that knows this and loves the attention. On campus everybody knows him as Kook. However, I know him as Kookie, or I suppose my Kookie if were being critical. 

He's never told anyone this and neither have I. A well kept secret that only we know here. Of course when I go back home for holidays everybody asks about him, how he's getting on and if were still close. 

The truth is we haven't spoke since the last day of high school, but I keep up the act, answering their prying questions with a soft smile on my face. He's doing good, I usually answer. I'm not lying, from what I can tell he is doing good, amazing even if you look at it from the college dream perspective. 

No one ever asks how I'm doing, they're just curious about the towns golden boy who disappeared the second school was out. Never returning during any breaks from college life. He simply just up and left. Not even savings a second to say goodbye to anyone, except for me. 

I cant tell if this was worse or better, it kind of gave me a false sense of hope, he said goodbye to me and no one else, surely that means something. It didn't. 

In a way I'm kind of glad that they're only curious about him, you see when they ask how he is I don't have to lie, it may not be a full truth but its not a lie. If they asked how I am though, the smile would be far too forced, a toothy one that I am all too conscious of. 

The first time I was returning home I had over thought my replies far too much, only to realise no one cared anyway. I was always Jeons best friend, the hopeless girl who would follow him around with hearts in her eyes, much like a lost puppy. Never my own person, never anyone to be concerned about. Even my mother loved Jeon more. He was the son she never had. The golden child she had always wanted. 

I suspect that she knows I don't talk to him anymore, the depression I fell into after he left was far too telling. Yet she still asks about him, still insists on me taking extra food back to college with me in case he isn't eating properly. She always packs all of his favourite foods, never mine. Never anything I ask for. 

It was a shock to  me when I realised he went to the same school as me. I was overjoyed. Thinking that it must have been fate, destiny had brought us back together. 

That hope died along with my lingering feelings for him when we bumped into each other and he acted like I didn't exist. Just some random girl on campus who couldn't watch where she was going. 

I still remember the pain in my chest when he scowled at me, I could distantly hear some girls snickering at my audacity to bump into 'the Jeon Jungkook'. But it was all muted out by the sound of his heavy footsteps walking away from me. Walking right into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen. 

Her name is Jennie. I've come to learn that she's not only gorgeous but also smart and the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's honestly perfect. God. I'd date her if I could. But she's only got eyes for Jungkook. 

If I'm being honest, and get over the childish resentment I have towards the idea they'd be the perfect couple. The thing with Jungkook is that he never dates. Not even someone like Jennie. 

He's completely open about this, letting every girl he starts something with know that it wont go any further than a friends with benefits situation, they always think they'll be the one to change him though. 

He cant really be blamed when they get their hearts broken, he was upfront from the beginning, they just refused to listen. I wouldn't say they can be to blame either though, everybody I've ever known has loved Jungkook, its almost impossible not to. I suppose I know this better than anyone. A living and breathing example that you cant be close to him without falling for him. 

But now here I am, resenting everything to do with him. I wasn't upset at him for leaving, I understood that, but everyday of summer that I didn't hear from him buried me deeper into my hurt and anger.

He still had a phone, it didn't have to be the end of our friendship. Seeing him again just cemented this. He was so cold to me, I suppose I get it. He has a new life now, new friends. I guess I'm so hurt because he was all I had and it turns out I was nothing to him. 

I had learned to be content with this. Keeping everything and everyone that has anything to do with him far, far away from me. It was a difficult task but a one I felt I had to do for my own sanity. Yet it was all in vain. All the friends I could've had, all the parties I could've attended, all lost for nothing. 

Because now here I'm sat in my stupid art class next to no one other than Jeon Jungkook. How cliché, being paired up with you childhood best friend who you were madly in love with. 

We've been assigned to take candid picture of our partners and make 5 pieces out of them. all with different emotions in mind and all in different mediums. We've been allowed free rein on this project. However, we will be deducted points if our professor doesn't think our pictures are spontaneous enough or don't show enough emotion. She also is expecting all our pieces to match up with the others, so in total  she wants 10 pieces that represent both of our styles but can also all go together as one project. She's given us all a polaroid camera each, its honestly all so perfect. 

This would usually be my wet dream. I'm allowed to do whatever I like on 5 completely separate projects. But the brooding presence beside me is damping the whole experience for me.  

I'm quite surprised when she tells us this will be our last project of the year, giving us 5 months to complete it. She informs us that it will be 60% of our final grade and she wants us to go big for all 5 of the pieces. 

I can tell other people are stressed by this from all of the muttering around the room but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. 5 months to express myself through my art anyway that I like. I can already feel the ideas rushing to me. 

From an artist perspective I can kind of see me being paired with Jungkook as a blessing. If I have to channel all my emotions into my art I can't think of a better person to do it through. However, as the petty person I am I couldn't be more annoyed. I can tell he's pissed off too, he still has the same habits, I could read his body language with my eyes closed. 

It kind of hurt, I cant lie, I know why I'm upset but is it really so bad for him to be paired up with me? Is he scared I'll ruin the pretty little reputation he's maintained here. It's honestly baffling how much one person can change. He never care what people thought of us before but now he cant even bare being paired up with me. He used to beg our teachers to put us together at school. 

He finally looks at me, a scowl evident on his face, I don't want to be paired up with you either, dickhead. 'I'll ask if there's anyway we can swap.' 

It's strange, the way my heart hurts at this, much like when he first left, or when he ignored me. It's silly, I didn't want to be paired up with him either. 'whatever.'

I'm already packing my things up to leave the class room when our professor starts talking again. 'Oh and one last thing, under no circumstances are you allowed to switch partners. I want this project to be as authentic as possible, I chose people you aren't friends with on purpose, I want you to learn about each other and to show that in your art. I want it to tell a story.'

It's like she's staring directly at me and Jungkook, 'For fuck sake.' Is all I hear him say before I leave the classroom. 

'Hey, wait up.' Jeon grabs my arm, forcing me to face him. I haven't looked him in the eyes since I first bumped into him. The temptation to walk away from him just like he did to me is immensely strong. 'We should at least exchange numbers for the project.' 

He sounds far to annoyed to my ears and it ticks me off even more. 'You're such a cunt.' Ripping my arm away from him I go to make my exit again. Call me dramatic but this is the first time we've talked since he left and I cant help but be a little bit pissy with him. God, he even deleted my number. 

'What the fuck is that meant to mean.' Oh, he's seething . Good. 

'Are you serious right now?' 

'No.' he deadpans. god this boy infuriates me. 'Of course, I'm serious. What is your problem.'

'You're my problem. You and your stupid better than thou act.' It comes out as a laugh. An angry one. 

'Look, I don't know why you're so mad at me, but you're going to have to get over it if were going to pass this class.' It's a reasonable point ill give him that. But really, he doesn’t know why i’m mad at him? That HAS to be a joke.

Sighing I decide to compromise, 'Just message me on Instagram, or did you delete that too?' It's petty I know, but I had to get it out.

'I'll message you later.' Completely ignoring my childish remark, he begins walking in the opposite direction. Being the one who gets to walk away yet again.

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a/n: and it begins 🤭

[twstjam]

Break in the Clouds (One-shot)

Characters: Malleus Draconia & Yuu. Mentioned Heartslabyul boys.

Ship(s): Platonic Malleyuu (but can be seen as romantic. I plan to sprinkle in some romance too if I ever continue this) Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You're the most basic human around: A magicless one. This should make you the last choice to be the one to save the life of a queen and peace as you know it, but somehow your fae friend believes you to be just the person for the job. Just what have you gotten yourself into...?

Or: I watched Barbie Mariposa and thought Antonio's and Mariposa's relationship would make for a fun Malleyuu fic so I wrote a one-shot on it Masterlist AO3 Link

The strong winds beat and rattled the windows. As you fight to close the last of the open windows, you're further drenched by the heavy sheet of rain coming through.

"I have not seen a storm as furious as this since my maiden days," says one of the maids as she brings a mop and bucket for the rainwater that had gotten inside.

"Yeah, it's really coming down." Looking out the window, you can't even see the manor's grounds with how heavy the rain is. "Riddle and the others haven't come back yet... do you think they're alright?"

"Oh, there's no need to worry about the young master," the maid laughs as she works the mop over the floor. "You know how he is. He won't let some bad weather get the best of him. Mr. Clover and Mr. Diamond are with him as well, they'll look after him. As for those young lads you're always with, they're more of a hazard than the storm is!"

That gets a laugh out of you. The image of Ace and Deuce chasing each other around in the rain without a problem really seems more possible than them being discouraged by it.

"Now go on and change." The maid holds the mop with one hand and makes a shooing motion with the other as she turns up her nose at your dripping clothes. "You're absolutely drenched! If you do not catch a cold, you will catch the handle of this mop for tracking all that rainwater around!"

"Of course, ma'am." You give her a little wave before leaving her to her work. You cringe at the feeling of your clothes drip, drip, drip ping as you walk back to your room. You'll have to grab a mop too after you're done. You'll be damned if you left everyone else to do all the work. Besides, you'll need it to keep your hands and mind occupied.

You've been working under Riddle for almost a year now since he took you in after you arrived at the Kingdom of Heroes. He'd just freshly inherited his parents' estate and title and so was especially strict, but his soft side was undeniable when he gave in to Ace and Deuce's begging to let you stick around. Since then, you'd made sure to make the decision worth his while and in exchange he was an exceptional boss.

Aside from him, Ace, and Deuce, you'd also gotten close to his aides, Trey and Cater, for their attentiveness and peppiness respectively. You'd really gotten lucky with the Rosehearts estate.

So your worry for them surfaced in no small amount when the sky started to pour right after Riddle had left with the rest of them. Due to the rising tensions between the humans and the nocturnal fae, the king had issued a curfew and patrols after dark. You saw your friends even less now which was a bummer, but the important thing was that they came home safe.

You really hope they never run into any fae... but the reason for this specifically is due to more than concerns for their safety.

Said reason manifests out of the shadows of your room and pulls your back to his chest as soon as you enter. The door slams closed, the sound—along with a gloved hand over your mouth—muffling your startled cries and struggles.

"Hush now. It is only me," a familiar deep voice whispers in your ear. Your nameless friend doesn't seem the slightest bit winded by your relentless struggling in his arms.

Once you realise who it is that has surprised you, you relax and your friend releases you from his hold.

"Tsunotarou, you gave me a heart attack!" you hiss with a smack to his arm that he's completely unfazed by. "What in the world are you—"

Tsunotarou hastily leans down to shush you.

"Lower your voice. My presence must not be alerted to."

You snap your mouth shut, knowing full well why that would be.

"Yeah, no shit." You heave a breath in an effort to rid the tension stiffening your limbs. "Riddle isn't gonna be happy you're here. The king's trying to catch any fae that's wandering around, you know."

"Precisely." Tsunotarou heaves his own sigh, looking weary. It's now that you notice the bags underneath his eyes and you urge him to sit down on the edge of your bed. "Thank you. I... apologize for visiting you uninvited, but there is a matter most urgent I must discuss with you."

"I have a feeling it has something to do with the king doubling down on laws against fae." You move to sit down next to him, but you stop yourself when you remember the current state of your clothes.

"Ah. I apologize for the storm as well. Allow me." Tsunotarou waves his hand. A warm breeze sweeps over you, ruffling your hair and tugging lightly on your clothes. When it disappears you're completely dry from head to toe.

"What I wouldn't give to have a handy trick like that," you joke, but a wistful feeling twists in your chest. You don't let it fester and instead sit down, at attention. Tsunotarou's gaze hardens as he speaks.

"The Briar Queen has been poisoned."

You gasp, sitting up. " What? "

Tsunotarou nods slowly, his expression a mix of anger and despair.

"She fell ill not long ago, but we surmised it was something beyond a simple sickness when it refused to abate despite treatment from our healers." His green eyes seem to burn, his normally calm features twisted into rage. "We have discovered it to be an illness induced by a potent poison. Her condition is worsening by the second. If she does not recover soon..."

Tsunotarou closes his eyes and his lip trembles slightly. You've never seen him cry before and you wouldn't judge him for it, but you hate how wrong it looks on his typically-stoic face. Hate how much this situation is affecting him. You reach out, clasp his shaking hand in yours and give it a gentle squeeze. He looks up at you and you give him a reassuring smile.

"There's gotta be a cure, right?" you say in an attempt to lift his spirits. "You said yourself that Briar Valley's archives are incomparable to anywhere else's. There has to be something in there."

"There is." Despite his words, Tsunotarou still sounds disheartened. "We searched for it and we found it, but..."

He sighs shakily, breathes in deep to recollect his composure.

"But the required ingredients are inaccessible to us."

Tsunotarou straightens up and meets your eyes with a renewed vigor, his own hand squeezing yours almost painfully.

"Which is why I have come to you."

You blink, more gobsmacked than when you'd seen Deuce cry over broken unfertilized chicken eggs.

"Me? Why—"

"The ingredients are all found on human lands," Tsunotarou explains resolutely, "and your king has barred us fae from treading on his kingdom. I would be more than willing to gather them myself despite this, but—"

Tsunotarou suddenly pauses, for once hesitating in the middle of his speech.

"...It is not a risk I have the privilege to take." He looks at you mournfully. "I... not even the crown prince himself, despite being a gifted mage, is allowed to leave the safety of the palace walls, let alone the valley's."

"This... situation is really dire, huh," you say dumbly, unsure what else to say in response that wouldn't sound even more stupid. Just the thought of anything happening to the queen of the nocturnal fae was hard to wrap your mind around. Tsunotarou spoke so highly of her, what could you do against something that's brought the most powerful mage in the world to her knees?

"Please." Tsunotarou lifts up your hand and clasps it between his larger ones pleadingly. You're a little caught off-guard, unfamiliar with your usually reserved friend being so vulnerable in front of you. "You are the only human I trust. I beg of you... will you help me?"

The raw desperation and sorrow in his eyes tugs at your heart. A lump forms in your throat at the thought of denying him. You're nobody after all; just a magicless human who bit off a bit too much more than you could chew getting involved in all the complexities of magical society. You don't see how you of all people could accomplish such an important task, but... Tsunotarou is your friend. You'd rather die trying to help him than not having tried at all.

You lift up your other hand so that you're also holding his and you meet his gaze resolutely.

"Of course. What do you need?"

Tsunotarou's expression seems to stall on one of shock before being completely overtaken by relief at your words.

"Thank you." He squeezes your hand gratefully before lifting it up to his lips and pressing a long kiss to your knuckles. "You will be rewarded for your efforts, I promise you."

You smile softly as you pat his hand.

"I'd say you don't have to, but who am I to turn down free stuff?" you joke... mostly.

Tsunotarou chuckles. With one of his hands still holding yours, he reaches into his clothes and manifests an envelope out of the dark robes. He places it carefully in your palm as if it was the most precious item in the world, which, considering the subject matter, you have no doubt it is.

"This is a list of all the ingredients required for the antidote." His expression turns serious when he meets your eyes again. "You must not tell a soul about what I have requested of you. If the king discovers this... I do not doubt that he will try to stop you."

You nod firmly as you curl your fingers protectively around the envelope.

"You can count on me."

Tsunotarou smiles and bows his head.

"Thank you again, my friend. No words can convey how grateful I am for your assistance."

He stands up as gracefully as ever, dark, draping robes falling and pooling like liquid on the floor. He bows once more, at the waist this time. 

"Farewell and good luck. I will do my best to contact you as soon as I am able to check on your progress and see if I am able to help you."

You nod and wave to your friend as wisps of green magic begin to focus and swirl in the air around him.

"Be careful, Tsunotarou. I'll see you."

As he is engulfed in licks of fiery green magic, Tsunotarou gives you one last smile and a nod. The magic gathers and then dissipates in a burst of flying green sparks, and where Tsunotarou was is nothing but empty space. You feel the atmosphere lighten as the pressure in the air fades along with his magic, almost as if your entire room is finally releasing a long-held breath.

You can't help but notice that the sound of the rain isn't as deafening. You push your drapes aside and see that though the rain is still heavy, the view out your window isn't completely taken over by the rainfall anymore. When you look closely, you even manage to make out the slightest bit of light escaping through the clouds.

The weather chills the air, but the envelope is warm in your hand. Clasping it tightly in your hands while also being mindful of wrinkling it, you hold it close to your chest. The skies are still shadowed with dark clouds, but there's light peeking through the slightest falter in the shroud—Much like a concerned and disheartened horned fae trusting a giftless human with the life of his queen.

You just hope it wasn't misplaced.

[the-starry-seas]

Fanovember Day 4

Prompt: Adventure

Star Wars, Tusken OC & Tusken OC

Staring at the fire makes U'Rajya think of Fury, and how surprised he was at how cold the desert could get at night. He'd almost only seen Tatooine during the day, when the twin suns heated and overheated everything in sight. He hadn't been prepared for the cold that happened when the suns made way for the moons.

A'Hidayat is older than any of them, and has probably forgotten more about the desert than they know. They love all their partners, but if given a chance, they would go foraging with him, every time. They can't explain how he finds plants in places they would never think to look.

They could explain why he no longer craves adventure, in the way their young men do, but they would never say a word. He pours out water for them every morning, his ghosts. Most people only do that on remembrance days, or when crossing under the rock bridge that everyone knows is haunted.

He shifts against the dune they're both reclined against, drawing his outer robe differently to keep out the chill.

Rayyan nudges her nose against the outside of his thigh, but when he fails to provide a treat of some sort, the bantha loses interest and lays her head back down. She's food-motivated, and much better behaved than when she was a calf and would try to eat things out of their mouth.

They shift sideways themself, curling into his side with their head on his shoulder. His hand comes up, the backs of his fingers drawing down their cheek. Without a tent to protect them from the sand, they both still have their bodies fully covered, like it's the middle of the day. His touch is still warm, to their mind. And they don't have to imagine it being gentle. He's always gentle. It's one of the many things they love about him.

Someday, he might be more comfortable with their love. They're fine with keeping it for him, until then. They've realised that they're more patient than they ever thought, before. Like their mother, in a way they never expected to be.

"We'll catch up to them tomorow," they mention. The two of them had set out from the palace early, hoping to catch their clan before nightfall, but they'd stopped for an extra two hours that afternoon when Rayyan was reluctant to drink, worried about heatstroke.

"We will," he agrees, hand resting on their hip as he turns into them a little. "Are your parents staying at the Needles or the farms this year?"

"I think the Needles. I haven't asked but I heard N'Haniyda mention it early in the year." Their stepmother prefers the larger gathering places, where she can catch up with the most people at once. But their A'Hidayat, they know-

"I was thinking about the farms," he says quietly. His thumb taps on their hip, and he shuffles a little lower as a burst of wind scurries over the top of the dune. "I can see what the thread spins into and get the best to bring it home."

He'd been talking about weaving in the last few months. It was the most animated that they'd ever seen him. They like seeing it, they like knowing more about him, and about what he loves. If he ever gets another bantha, he'll weave his own saddlecloth. They'll be proud of him for that.

They're proud of him now, for being with them. Not just here and now, but always.

They rest their hand on his stomach, and close their eyes, and know he'll let nothing touch them in the night.

[baekhvuns]

Omg I forgot about the Coutinho thing. And, Asensio in Arsenal perhaps? Ancelotti GET IN THE BIN OLD MAN🔪

I'm choosing number 8 (Kovacic you're out) definitely not 9 since it's a cursed number there skisjavavwajjsjs. France in shambles, but maybe they'll allow some younger good players now... but yeah, it's wild. Omg the video you sent, what was the referee thinking... but ngl the way they all jumped each other looked funny as fuck

I like to think all the scums that got out will eventually join Prison League, but if they start playing like nothing happened 🔫🔫🔫🔫

I always torture myself by looking at food I cannot eat </3 Ateez are literally running away from me, I'm going to their country while they're going to my continent. What if we pass each other at the airport and I convince them I'm their new translator and go with them???

Ah got it, I understand the "pressure" of writing for someone else and wanting to try something different. But in the end people should write what they truly want and your heart is clearly with another guy... 😌 Jokes aside, hope you're not too stressed over it!

You forgot the name?! You're welcome then! Once in a while my brain remembers the song and goes "It's my scene, my scene, you know what I mean, It's my scene my scene" so I could never forget 😭

Most of the accents in Skins weren't really posh, but realistic! When you look at the cast of Skins it's mad, cause many of them went on to have big careers, Nicholas Hoult, Dev Patel, Kaya Scodelario, Daniel Kaluuya, Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders), some were on Game of Thrones too. Eh my accent is 📈📉📈 sometimes I sound Australian for no reason lmao, but it's somewhat Br'i'sh most of the time. Ooof what happened in the Ryan movie?

Well Dohwa is in high school, so it has to be Tasir, and he has money too </3 but Dohwa I wish you the best, the recent chapters were full of him, it's not good for my heart.....

Not Fake Love 😭 ok will do, but you need to stop leaving me blue balled for that villain fic!!!

Hwa is simply a beautiful and delicate Y/N that's why he needs no hand cream. And he dared to say his skin isn't that good, bro even with eczema it's much better than mine 💀

LUNA is taken but maybe LUUNA could work. Please keep them away from SM 🙃 but at least SM might pay them...

Literally they added Lookass to SuperM for the looks (that's objective) and entertainment, but other members are funny too, so whatever. Then gave him one line, cause he probably couldn't do more, put him in the back during dance breaks and that's it ajshkaisiqkqnanahaha

I saw something about Seok Matthew, right he's 🇨🇦! Oooh your mutual knows him? Wdym you're surprised he made it alive X.X. It made me sad when Hui said he wanted to feel validated, bestie you're good, you write for your group and other people :(

That MinSanHwa video is so cringe I can't stand them lmao, just creating their own AUs. But Seonghwa's nose scrunch and the boss walk, okaaaaay, mafia Hwa?

I played Un Village 15 times yesterday in order to celebrate Baekhyun's release!

Stunning, gorgeous, wonderful, main character

I've always felt some type of way about DF Hwa...

Oh...

🤧🤧🤧🤧 and massive brains

Btw do you know Tamino? I'm seeing him before I fly away to SK. I once had an insane dream of Hwa covering Tummy, so there's that 🙄 he also has a song called Habibi 👀

Random, but a few days ago I realised I forgot what your name was, cause to me it's Baek(sussy), but as I was watching T**n W*lf the movie and bitched about them ditching an important character named Kira, I REALISED! And this you? 🥑 mother Baek - DV 💖

hello!!

Omg I forgot about the Coutinho thing. And, Asensio in Arsenal perhaps? Ancelotti GET IN THE BIN OLD MAN🔪 //// I'm choosing number 8 (Kovacic you're out) definitely not 9 since it's a cursed number there skisjavavwajjsjs. France in shambles, but maybe they'll allow some younger good players now... but yeah, it's wild. Omg the video you sent, what was the referee thinking... but ngl the way they all jumped each other looked funny as fuck

these transfers are so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 with now man city getting charged for fraud 😭😭😭 ITS SO HILARIOUS FJWKFHWKHD

ANCELOTTI NEED TO GET OUT UR RIGHT FBDB RM DROPPING 8 POINTS LMFAOOO 😭😭😭 no bc france is nastily in shambles,,, i can’t believe they’re actually saying this now about their player??? u expect him to respect the fans after they did this?? and call it attitude?? BRO?? NO FBWMDBWM THE BRO FOT A STRAIGHT RED CARD AND WHEN HE JUST HELD HIS COLLAR 😭😭 antony was YEETED,, football fights are so fun, the netherlands v argentina still hasn’t been topped yet im afraid this one’s coming in close fbdbdb

???? 😭😭😭

I like to think all the scums that got out will eventually join Prison League, but if they start playing like nothing happened 🔫🔫🔫🔫 /// I always torture myself by looking at food I cannot eat </3 Ateez are literally running away from me, I'm going to their country while they're going to my continent. What if we pass each other at the airport and I convince them I'm their new translator and go with them???

the way if he starts at man utd again, im an arsenal fan immediately 🤚🏻 DO U SEE THOSE BENTO MAKING CHANNELS 😭😭😭 watching those 50 min full compilations of them <3 they announced the madrid fan sign 😭😭😭 BUT AT LEAST THERE HOLDING A VALENTINES EVENT OM FEB 13th!! SNATCH ALL THE HWA THINGS THERE omg if u pass by then on the airport i TELL THEJ TO STOP LYING AND DROP THEIR FUCKING COVERS,, BE THEIR TRANSLATOR FJDBDN

Ah got it, I understand the "pressure" of writing for someone else and wanting to try something different. But in the end people should write what they truly want and your heart is clearly with another guy... 😌 Jokes aside, hope you're not too stressed over it!

yEAAAH 😭😭 i didn’t exactly wanna try something else but i knew if i wrote another hwa it would be on sight 🔫 will never stop after this actually idc idc he brings my writing back <3 i just find it lazy to write for yunho and it’s reaching 50k fbwnbd so i guess it’s a win-win for everyone!!

You forgot the name?! You're welcome then! Once in a while my brain remembers the song and goes "It's my scene, my scene, you know what I mean, It's my scene my scene" so I could never forget 😭

I DID I SWEAR ANON EVER SINCE I MOVED TO CAN I HAVE BEEN YEARNING, SEARCHING LIKE A MADWOMAN LOOKING FOR THESE GAMES U UNLOCKED MY DECADE WORTH OF WISHES 😭😭😭😭😭

Most of the accents in Skins weren't really posh, but realistic! When you look at the cast of Skins it's mad, cause many of them went on to have big careers, Nicholas Hoult, Dev Patel, Kaya Scodelario, Daniel Kaluuya, Joe Cole (Peaky Blinders), some were on Game of Thrones too. Eh my accent is 📈📉📈 sometimes I sound Australian for no reason lmao, but it's somewhat Br'i'sh most of the time. Ooof what happened in the Ryan movie?

omg??? DEV PATEL??? HE??? oh 👁👁 ok but nicholas hoult is a very fine man 🤚🏻 the show must’ve been insane their career and movieoraphy lists are kinda insane??? xmen? sandcastle? 😯 AHHHHH SO BOTH MIX,, would u say u drink tea with ur pinky up? and say naur or nœr? do u also say peng and blud 😭😭

ryan’s movie was a soft pornno without being subtle <3 100/10 would never recommend

Well Dohwa is in high school, so it has to be Tasir, and he has money too </3 but Dohwa I wish you the best, the recent chapters were full of him, it's not good for my heart.....

FJWKDJWKHXXK AND IF U HAD TO CHOSE BETWEEN HE AND TASIR 🔫🔫

Not Fake Love 😭 ok will do, but you need to stop leaving me blue balled for that villain fic!!! //// Hwa is simply a beautiful and delicate Y/N that's why he needs no hand cream. And he dared to say his skin isn't that good, bro even with eczema it's much better than mine 💀

IM SAYING !!!! THAT ORCHESTRA VERSION OF IT IS SO DRAMATIC BUT SO PRETTY! IF NOT FAKE LOVE THEN I NEED U I WONT FOR LONG!! but this?? so ur saying, if boxer hwa gets his hands injured quite often the yn would gift him some flowery scented hand cream? got it.

LUNA is taken but maybe LUUNA could work. Please keep them away from SM 🙃 but at least SM might pay them...

😭😭😭 AT LEAST THEY GET THE MONEY JVCJCJCK

Literally they added Lookass to SuperM for the looks (that's objective) and entertainment, but other members are funny too, so whatever. Then gave him one line, cause he probably couldn't do more, put him in the back during dance breaks and that's it ajshkaisiqkqnanahaha

tbh mark baek and kai are so funny in the superm show and the other dude literally can easily be set to the side 😭😭 put him in the back during dance breaks fbwndhj i bet it pissed taemin and kai off when he’s out of sync or maybe he isn’t when they are around fbdbd

I saw something about Seok Matthew, right he's 🇨🇦! Oooh your mutual knows him? Wdym you're surprised he made it alive X.X. It made me sad when Hui said he wanted to feel validated, bestie you're good, you write for your group and other people :(

yes yes!! pretty close meeting thru groups! yeah see, his high school, there’s ALWAYS have some sort of police there, but he goes to a $$$ school with shitty ppl <3 if u look it up it’s just druugs and all dbdb there’s a few that are much worse def, one made it to the news last month for all the sad reasons 🔫 BESTIE YOURE MORE THWN GOOD UR AN INSANELY TALENTED VOCALIST PRODUCER WRITER 😭😭😭 hope he still gets all his royalties and cube doesn’t just take them,, but these two guys?? they’re so good! reminded me off nct actually

That MinSanHwa video is so cringe I can't stand them lmao, just creating their own AUs. But Seonghwa's nose scrunch and the boss walk, okaaaaay, mafia Hwa? //// I played Un Village 15 times yesterday in order to celebrate Baekhyun's release! /// Stunning, gorgeous, wonderful, main character //// I've always felt some type of way about DF Hwa...

LMFAOOOO THE “aye brothah!” 😭😭😭 theyre like guys from grade 12 acting tough fbfbfb OKAAAAY ITS MAFIA HWA!! def understand why yn in that au hated him, imagining what she must’ve dealt with in their high school days! BAEKHYUN HE LOOKS LIKE HES RIGHT OUT OF CANDY ERA 😭😭 AS U SHOULD !!!! can’t believe they’re all active for the first time together since 2018 😭😭 omg have u heard psycho by him? it’s very, very villain. very. VERY.

and taeyong’s already talking about him 😭😭 simp 😭😭

stop. i literally cannot believe kq hasn’t given hwa a fantasy kdrama cameo,,, he’d be insane he’s STUNNING 😭😭 their lore but with interstellar’s music on it?? chefs kisses

Oh... /// 🤧🤧🤧🤧 and massive brains /// Btw do you know Tamino? I'm seeing him before I fly away to SK. I once had an insane dream of Hwa covering Tummy, so there's that 🙄 he also has a song called Habibi 👀

giving my love reaction to habibi rn,,, omg…it’s like the bg of prince of egypt,, so subtly villainous— THOSE NOTES??? omg tummy is so aesthetically pleasing,, omg anon ur music taste?? the cinematic style of his is omg he’s like,,, the much better version of timothee,, indigo night??? ANON WHAT HAVE U DONE IM SO INTO THIS GET OUT WJFJAJDKW omg forget ateez! HE IS THE MOMENT HE IS ART!!! u don’t own me song?? omg his voice is so calming but so intense i have an obsession omg anon what have u done, tEARING UP HEARING FASCINATION FJJ HIWJFKW he’s so stunning get out. i disrespected him bt calling him a timothy, he is amir <3

Random, but a few days ago I realised I forgot what your name was, cause to me it's Baek(sussy), but as I was watching T**n W*lf the movie and bitched about them ditching an important character named Kira, I REALISED! And this you? 🥑 mother Baek - DV 💖

LMFAOOO FBWMHDKW THE CENSOR 😭😭😭😭 YEAH HOW DARE THEY DITCH KIRA VRWKHDKW THAT IS ACTUALLY ME! you exposed me how dare u? 🔫

their car looks pretty sick 👀

HELP????? FBQMDHWMDJKW

😭😭😭

🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️do u perhaps agree with this

[alitwebster]

Funny, right ? How life was just a succession of choices, bumped by other people's choices ? Ali had made the choice to come to North Berwick, because you chose to come here for work. He chose to go pick up your family from the airport because you made the choice to repair someone else's mistake. It's all about choice, and these days, Ali felt like you two made all the wrong ones. Funny, how life works.

"Oh, you gathered..." Ali replied in a sarcastic voice as you spoke. He then closed his eyes and rubbed husbands against them. Quickly though, they were in yours, and you started talking again. Ali listened, as he always did, but something felt different. Maybe he'd just heard too many apologies from you, put the blame on too many horrible days. If he was usually comprehensive and didn't question you any further, tonight, he was incapable of doing just that.

"Stop. Stop apologising, stop putting all the blame on yourself and adding more to your plate. That's because it's already full that we're here right now. You can't sorry yourself away from this conversation. Sorry won't make you come home sooner, horrible days won't make you tougher. They'll make you come home later and later because you think you'll be able to fix things until they're normal, and good again. Don't pretend to be a hero. I am not in love with a hero ! I just want you to figure your shit out. Delegate. And as long as you don't, I can't be waiting around at home for you. I won't."

Ali let his hands glide off yours, and kissed your cheek. A heavy silence took over the room, and he started going back into the apartment. The pain caused by the words he'd just told you was agonising. There was a reason you two were bad at communicating. You always were, right from the start. It was all you were able to do. Ali's therapist would say he was repeating childhood patterns. He could work on it, really, but it appeared way too hard tonight. You needed to hear his thoughts, he couldn't shield you from them any longer, he couldn't keep them for himself any longer. How long until you two broke altogether, if things were to continue like this ? Were you about to become roommates ? Ali didn't sign for this. He didn't move into the unknown to simply share a flat with you. The dilemma of it all was the most challenging part. Ali was convinced you were his person, and no job or fight could ever change his mind. Then and now, you were the one person who made him feel at peace, you were half of his soul, and the star he looked for in the sky at night. You were the compass that gave him the way, the sun that warmed his skin and the storm that gave him that rush of dopamine during a long, scorching day. You were his memories, and you were his future, Ali was certain of this, but future was never meant to look so bleak with you. Not again.

Alone in the bathroom, tears rolled down his cheeks as he prepared for bed in silence. What more was there to say ? What could you add that could possibly make things better tonight, when you were both tired from the day you spent, and from the conversation you just had ? His mind screamed all the words he wanted to say to you, but he was only meant by the seal of his lips against their reflection in the mirror.

He didn't hear you come in. He just put his hand above yours on the sink's countertop. When he looked into the mirror, he realised the core of the anger was gone. He was still angry, don't be fooled, but now, fatigue was just stronger. He took his toothbrush out and whispered while signing. "Are we gonna be okay ?"

Usually, signing was a way of running from the fight, sort of. A way to communicate a little more, without running out of words. However tonight, Ali meant it as a way to make peace. A way to take a step towards you, and show you that he hoped, at least, that everything was indeed going to be okay. He then continued to sign. "I love you. I just want this to be our home, not yours and mine separately. I want us to make a life in here, I don't want a whole separate life from yours, and I don't want this flat to be the only representation of *us* that we have.... I'm tired. Let's get into bed, okay ?"

In bed, in the shadows of the numerous fairy lights you had hung behind the bed, you two were used to have longer, deeper conversations. Sometimes, these conversations were the best, and it felt like communicating in this cozy atmosphere eased both your minds in spectacular ways. Ali laid behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

" Do you have any regrets coming here ? You would tell me, right ? Even if these regrets involved...me ? You know I can hear anything."

Believe me, Aindreis was keenly aware of how important the greenhouse was. Back in North Berwick, it had witnessed many important moments between you, both before and after you started dating. He'd even wanted to tell you he loved you for the first time in that greenhouse, had it not happened the way it did. Which was another thing he regretted. But he remembered when you found the flat in your long search before Andy came here and just how excited you to were. How this had been a sign that maybe, if the flat in East Haven had a greenhouse, this meant you'd made the right choice. It didn't seem so obvious right now.

Especially when he entered such a cold flat that he almost wondered if he'd accidentally wandered in their neighbour's place. He knew this was his fault. He didn't blame you for the coldness of your messages. Honestly, it was actually graceful of you not to be angrier in your texts. While he obviously worried that it would be the drop of water that would make the vase overflow, the final straw, you'd made sure to tell him you loved him regardless of all of this. He knew he'd messed up, big time. And even through that, he was grateful for you. He knew you'd try your darn best to be understanding, to see things from his point of view because that's just who you were, and that honestly just made things worse. There was nothing to be understanding about from Andy's perspective. Your anger and frustration was legimate. There were no questions about the situation. Aindreis was 100% in the wrong and he knew it.

With each step, Aindreis grew more and more worried about your talk. It would be bad. Unavoidable, but bad. You two weren't known for your incredible communication skills. You'd gotten better... well, that's what you told yourselves at least. It was true, though, so it said a lot about how bad it used to be. Andy knew this conversation was needed, and frankly, he felt this was long overdue actually. It always stemed from not wanting to hurt the other, from the will to be understanding on both of your sides that you refused to question each other. It couldn't continue this way, in this loud silence. It would be wrong of him to expect anything else from tonight than a head-on confrontation.

And he needed it. That's what Maurice would've said if Andy continued to talk to him, or to anyone at all, which was starting to cruelly show. He wouldn't admit to it, but everything felt quite out of control. He couldn't concentrate on anything. When he was at work, he thought about you, and when he was at home, he felt bad for not working. This overwhelming sense of dread he didn't talk about, this feeling that things were going to go wrong was so present that he had trouble sleeping even though he felt exhausted and even his appetite was suffering. Days blended into each others and he could barely see the time pass. He was doing so much at work, yet felt like all he did was shit. That was usually when he would dip before, in what felt like a previous life. This was not a solution here, he couldn't lose you. Or the job he loved and had already sacrificed so much for. He felt like he was drowning and it was hard reaching out for your hand because he knew how much you were afraid of strong waves.

Of course, Aindreis has no idea what was going on at home, but he could imagine that it wasn't pleasant. He could've dropped everything, told them to figure it out, that he couldn't stay anymore because he had more important things to do. But he... couldn't. God knows he wanted to. Grab his coat and worry about all of this for another day. That brief pause he'd allowed himself by going to the restroom and the look he'd given himself in the mirror was sheer disappointment in himself. He didn't look good and he wanted to punch the mirror. He felt so stupid. So many people were counting on him. He knew you were too. He felt trapped here. Yet, this was no excuse.

He was here now. Too late, but he was here. And he felt worse seeing that you'd been crying. And drinking. This was unlike you.

He was surprised, and frankly a little shocked at how you chose to dispose of the bottle and the glass. He was glad they were gone, because he knew it would've been hard to focus but now he slightly worried you were drunk.

"I'm sorry..." Andy repeated as you explained your night. "Hm, Danny... Danny sent me a text... I gathered it...it wasn't going well... Fuck, of course it wasn't..." He stopped. He listened. He knew he could try to explain how things looked from his perspective, beside the fucked up mental health. How he couldn't let people down at Gemini because people's jobs rested on his capability to maintain the branch. Because it was the first time anyone at any job had given him this much responsability and he wanted to prove to the world and to himself that he was capable to holding on to that kind of career. That if he failed, you'd both be out of a job and then what? But while he wasn't failing at his job, he was failing at your relationship and it was so much more important. He didn't understand why he couldn't make himself do better. So for now, he listened. Then he stood up and took your hands in his. You'd done that, at the motel, to reassure him. He didn't know if it would work, but he hoped it would at least do a little bit of good. If only to give each other the courage to continue this conversation. So, with teary eyes, he answered, slowly.

"I'm sorry. I... I know I've said this a lot but I'm sorry and I will keep saying it. This isn't how I wanted things to go, and I mean that for tonight and all the other nights... I don't know what's happening, I don't, and I'm sorry. It's been a horrible day, but I understand it doesn't measure to yours and I should've been there. No excuses, I should've been there with you. I love you and I'm sorry I hurt you." He squeezed your hands, unsure of hos he could go on. He couldn't, wouldn't and definitely shouldn't promise that this wouldn't happen again. He didn't make any promises, and he wasn't going to make one he was pratically sure wouldn't last long.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Hey can I request an obey me x reader (Brothers + side characters but u can remove some if you'd like)? And maybe Mc always does seem crazy stuff to get her in trouble and in danger. This includes starting fights with other demons,, starting arguments,, and even talking back to lucufer. That's right. The avatar of pride himself. But they won't care, they'll just keep a poker face on the whole time, they're practically emotionless.

Hello! I took a little long, hopefully you didn't mind. Anyways, enjoy

the obey me cast with a reckless mc

-> brothers and side characters x mc (luke platonic)

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: the mc gets themself in dangerous situations, mc is implied to show little emotion, silent treatment

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Lucifer

at this point he's gotten used to you opposing him every so often

but lucifer's worried you're going to do sonething that could put you in serious danger one day

he feels like he has to keep an eye on you but he cannot monitor you 24/7

Mammon

to be honest, he thought your bahavior was funny and brave at first, so he kind of played it off as a joke

mammon realised it wasn't a joke anymore when he caught you fighting some demon in the akudonald's parking lot

'listen, I'm supposed to look after ya, don't you dare get hurt'

Leviathan

oh! there are some cool main characters in anime that act like you! risk taker, fearless, you match those traits

but levi honey, this isn't an anime

he's really scared you'll get hurt, so he invites you to play games with him very often, because then he knows you're not in trouble for sure

Satan

satan had his phases too, and you bet he did pretty insane stuff back then

he wants to make sure you don't do the things on his past self's level, and he wants to keep you out of harm's way

he's not afraid to give you serious reality-check speeches now and then, even when he hates how much he acts like lucifer in those moments

Asmodeus

he kind of let you do your thing until the say he realised how seriously wrong some of your stunts could go

now asmo encourages you to not do reckless things anymore, and he gets pretty upset if you ignore his advice

'no, you're not doing that, it's bad for your skin'

Beelzebub

beel is willing to 'save' you when things go wrong, but he can't be there all the time

so, he invites you to join his fangol team, said sport is kind of more 'violent' than your average sport after all

he hopes tackling other demons in protective gear can satisfy your 'cravings'

Belphegor

belphie knows your little 'hobby' could be dangerous, and he takes the childish approach to make you stop

every time after he finds out you started some fight again, belphie is going to act visibly upset and ignore you until you tell him you're sorry and won't do it again

he's not proud of it, but it works

Diavolo

let's face it, there's a good chance you tried to oppose diavolo at least once

and while he's quick to forgive you, it made him worried about you, because if you're not afraid of the demon prince, what do you fear?

kind of the same as lucifer, he wants to keeo an eye on you, but with his amount of work, that's kind of impossible

Barbatos

barbatos has been diavolo's butler for centuries, and the prince sure did have his rebellious phase too, so he knows how to deal with this

back then, he made diavolo help him with chores around the house, so he often invites you over to help now

barbatos is confident it will help you become less reckless

Simeon

it wouldn't be right to tell you what you can and cannot do, right?

you're a grown human, simeon feels like he has no rights to be interfering with your decisions

best he can do is use his angelic powers to keep harm away from you

Luke

'mc? where are you going so late? don't tell me you're going to start fights in parking lots again, please no'

you probably don't gave the heart to act reckless in front of luke when he's this scared for your safety

he goes to simeon very often, asking him to make sure you're protected

Solomon

like mammon, he thought of it as a joke until it wasn't a joke anymore

solomon is extra worried since he knows how vulnerable a non-immortal human is in a realm full of demons

best he can do is lecture you on why you shouldn't act so reckless

[gofancyninjaworld]

The not-so-sunny side of the end of the arc

Genos was hurt a lot worse than he let on. It's been two weeks and only now are Saitama and he coming back to see what they can salvage. We know Dr Kuseno can turn around a total rebuild in under a day. How anxious Saitama was to salvage what he could of his possessions. How Genos will do anything Saitama asks of him. And we know that there's no such thing as 'off limits' where Saitama is concerned. If they're only just back, it'll be because of the weakest link in this matter: Genos's health. Like almost everything else about this guy, we don't get a look in at anything really important.

Atomic Samurai is having to be the chief mourner at at least three funerals of his friends. Only one of them had enough of a body left to be worth cremating.

The cyborg conspiracy that Drive Knight alluded to is still running.

Interestingly, the Metal Knight Drive Knight is so convinced wants the heroes out of the way has not only cleaned up the radioactive fallout and treated the heroes for poisoning, but has also treated the heroes for underlying medical conditions. Pretty poor going for a mastermind itching to get a free hand.

Psykos is still free. The good side: all her hair will have fallen out from radioactivity, unless she passed herself off as a regular civilian for Metal Knight to organise treatment for.

Did somebody say casualties? Environmental damage? Mass loss of trust in the Hero Association? No? Well you should.

Garou hasn't actually changed his mind about anything.

There's a surprising number of Monster Association alumni running around. Do-S (who knows she's got the hottest blackmail material on Amai Mask), the ninja bros, Monster Chick Man, Undergrown Rover, at least one Black Spermatozoon (note singular), and probably an evil little puddle. If they're not found and neutralized, they'll blow up into fresh trouble.

God is still watching.

Speaking of gods, I hope there's a friendly one out there for my cyborg son. With Saitama having decided that Genos is his de facto Morality Chain without whom he will not suffer existence to continue, Genos hasn't realised it yet, but he's in a trap. He will not be allowed to leave.

[tempobrucera]

NSFW with Thomas

Sentence 32

Fanfic trope 9

Kink 20

I have literally so many Thomas NSFW prompt requests that I decided to post at least one or two of them first (like 15 .... and that's not counting any other prompt). Sorry Ethan, you still have to wait. Also I'm still upset about this not showing up in the tags. So I'm gonna mention it again. I really appreciate people reblogging these btw! <3

Thanks Kendle! Because it's you, this is pretty much almost just NSFW. Hope you enjoy! 💋

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._____.

Even for your standards the whole thing is kind of stupid. It's just the icing on top of a sequence of errors, mistakes and your inability to say no to him. It's Thomas, you just can't. You should have known that your attraction towards him would get you into trouble some day. Today is the day apparently.

"No, Thomas is too much of a sweetheart for that kind of stuff." That's what Victoria said.

"Thomas, honestly, when is the last time you got laid", Damiano joked, "You need it."

"He's just a cute guy, just leave him alone." That's how Ethan tried to help Thomas, by the look of his face failing miserably.

That was during the afternoon, between lunch and soundcheck.

This is what you heard all day long and probably one of the reasons why you are in the place you are in now. In some backstage, sitting on a couch, Thomas on top of you, two of his fingers in your mouth.

All you wanted was a chill day, maybe drink some alcohol, dance a bit. This is not what you had in mind, when they told you that they're playing their last show of the year in Florence, asking you to join them for at least a day if your time allowed it. Mostly you tried to avoid anything including them which wasn't in Rome but you desperately needed a break even if in the end you really only could make it over for one night. Victoria making your decision even easier with telling you that you could share a room with her.

You whimper around his fingers.

"Can you do me a favour?", Thomas had asked - right after getting off stage. Leaving the other ones behind.

Back then, 15 minutes ago, you were stupid enough to ask him how that favour would look like.

"I have enough of cute, sweet, little Thomas", he told you, "Or all the you really have to get laid jokes. I really have enough, would you help me out?"

Back then, 14 minutes ago, you once again were stupid enough to ask him how you can help him exactly.

"Just pretend to make out with me?", pretend that's what he said, "We don't even have to kiss. Just let me kiss your neck or something. We never gonna talk about it afterwards but I can live in peace for a bit, please?"

You can't say no to him, even if you would really try, if you wouldn't be this stupid. Just the prospect of some neck kisses made your body shiver. If that's all you would ever get from him, you're going to take it.

So 13 minutes ago you agreed to playing a part in this charade.

That's how you ended up on the couch in their backstage. Thomas still sweaty, still in half his stage outfit, him grabbing your naked waist.

"They'll be here in a second. Get naked." This is when you realised that you indeed got yourself into trouble.

"What? You didn't say anything about getting naked!" - We don't even have to kiss, how does that translate to get naked?

"Just take off some of your clothes, I want them to think we're doing it!"

All it took was one look from his pleading eyes, and you got rid of your t-shirt. Thomas taking his shirt off as well. He went so far to open his trousers and then pushed you down on the small couch, getting on top of you.

You're sitting on this couch with Thomas against your body for the past 4 minutes.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, just to push them in again. Just when the door opens.

You didn't think anything about it when he stroke your lips with his thumb, neither did you think anything when you slightly opened your lips.

His bulge pressing against your stomach when you moved - other story. It made you moan, Thomas sliding two of his fingers into your mouth.

That was 35 seconds ago.

Now you don't think anymore, you're just doing. Sucking on his fingers.

"Such a good girl for me."

"What?", Damiano is stopping right in his tracks.

There's another What? and a What the fuck? followed by the noise of the door being shut. All three of them are looking at you. You still have Thomas fingers in your mouth, that he now gently pulls out.

"What is going on here?", Ethan asks.

"What are you two doing?", Damiano questions. That should be obvious, you think.

Thomas gets up from you, takes his shirt from the floor and just walks out of the door. What the fuck indeed.

"Did he really say that", you hear Victoria say, "or am I going insane?"

"He did say that." Ethan answers her, but he is looking at you instead. "How long is this going on for?"

"Wait, is this here why he isn't looking for anyone or anything?" If you even would like to answer any of their questions, you wouldn't have a chance. And you don't want to, you really want to fucking shout at Thomas. But he fucked off to wherever, to do god knows what. Right when you really start to get angry, he's walking through the door again. Dressed, but his bulge still clearly visible.

"Sorry, forgot my cigarettes somewhere and I think, I need a shower." Only when he sits down next to you, you notice that he isn't talking to them, he's talking to you. Laying his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. He's lightening himself a cigarette. You just hide your face in his shirt, your own still on the floor. You feel safe, even when you still have the urge to scream at him.

"So, we have a few questions over here!?", Victoria speaks up.

He smokes half of his cigarette first, then kissing your hair, before he even looks at her: "Wouldn't you like to know, that's all I'm saying."

All three of them stare at him, he just sits there and isn't letting go off you. After he finished his cigarette, he stubs it out in a cup standing on the low table next to the couch. He kisses your temple, before giving you your shirt. "I'm going to shower", he whispers already getting up.

"So", now Victoria turns to you.

Thomas punches her shoulder while passing her. "Leave her the fuck alone!"

._____.

Way later, you're going to the hotel. After having food and Thomas and you both having had the bare minimum of alcohol. Thomas stopping you from getting so drunk so you would forget what happened and how much it turned you on. That was your plan, Thomas plan apparently was to slip you as many virgin cocktails as possible.

"We gonna talk about this later", he said. We are not going to talk about it apparently also died, you should have known better.

That was at least 2 hours ago, or 3, maybe even 4.

When you are going back to your hotel room, you would share with Vic, Thomas stays in front of the door.

"Vic told me to switch rooms with her because we're clearly doing it anyways." You didn't ask for an explanation.

You're just getting your keycard out of your bag, the bag you packed in a hurry in the morning. You didn't have time to go to the hotel before the show. When you're inside your room, you're just throwing the bag on the bed. He just stares at it, then at you, stuttering out something that sounds like Sorry. You look at him, then at the bed. It's a double bed, one bed, because of fucking course it is only one bed. What did you even expect. "Great Thomas, good job!", you're done with the day and you couldn't even get drunk or off in peace. You have no fucking clue, how you're supposed to make it through the night with him next to you, "I'm going to shower."

Under the shower you finally calm down a little bit. But you also still think about his fingers in your mouth, his bulge pressing against you. You moan. This is probably the only way and the only place to get some kind of relieve yourself. Your fingers wander over your nipples, down your stomach, you gently slide one of them into you. Just when the bathroom door opens, no knocking, no anything.

"Thomas, what the fuck?"

"Sorry", he says, "I ... I just want to go to bed but I also really have to brush my teeth. Just shower, I'm not gonna look."

You're clenching around your finger. Not good, Thomas' calm voice not helping you one bit. I'm just trying to masturbate in here, you think. Biting your lip, so you don't make too much noise, you pull your finger out again. What a fucking day. You're just getting out of the shower, taking your towel and leave. At least he lets you getting dressed in peace.

You lay down in bed, taking as much space as possible - laying down diagonally, on your belly. You're petty, but you don't care. Thomas comes out of the bathroom only in his briefs, you turn your head. First you don't catch it but there's a slight bulge again. With a groan, you bury your face into the pillow. You want to beg, you want him to gently put you in your place, you want his fingers back, wherever. Whatever actually, as long as he's doing something.

Just when you're thinking that you could maybe just go into the bathroom again, to get yourself off, he walks over to the bed. And the next moment, he's straddling your hips.

"That's not really nice of you, trying to keep me out of bed like that?" It's more a question than it is a statement. You just press your face into the pillow harder. "Hey, you have to tell me if you want this?"

"Yes", you murmur against the fabric, "yes, I want this."

He presses his groin against your butt, stroking your waist over the fabric of your shirt up to your ribcage with his slender fingers. "Good, just tell me if you don't like or want something."

For a while he's just rubbing himself against you. Fabric against fabric. He's kissing your neck, kissing up to your ear: "That what you want?"

"No, Thomas please!"

"You can show me", he says while sneaking his hand into your pjyama trousers. Your panties are soaked and there's no way around that he feels it, "Or you can tell me what got you so wet."

God, he can't be for real.

"Thomas, please do something", you whine.

"If you are good for me, I'm going to help you out", it's just a whisper against your ear, his nose brushing your cheek, "you just have to tell me or show me. I'm going to make it good for you, I promise."

When you move under him, he pulls his hand out of your trousers. You pull them down, including your underwear, he's helping you without saying anything - just calmly stroking your back. He helps you to push them off, pushing them off your feet with his own. You press your face into the pillow again. You do the exact same thing, you did in the bathroom just a few minutes ago. He speaks up again, when you have one finger inside of you: "So that's what I interrupted in the bathrooom, hmm?"

You let another finger slide into you and not at his question. He's kissing your neck again, leaving a hickey where your neck meets your shoulder.

"Can you take another one?"

You're so wet, you're sure you can. It takes you by surprise when he slips one of his fingers into your pussy, pushing it against your own. It's so much, you almost cum from that alone. Your thighs are trembling but Thomas is pressing his thumb down on your clit. It doesn't hurt, it's careful, it just takes you by surprise so much that you don't cum. "Not yet, honey. After this your fingers you can come as often as you want to, I promised to make it good. Can you take this one as well for me?", he's nudging his nose against your ear.

"Yeah", you breath out.

He's sliding a second finger of his own into you and then you're both moving your fingers inside of you. Sometimes he's pressing his palm against your clit the tiniest bit. And you don't know up from down anymore, you are so close.

"I." He breaths against your ear. There's one light slap with his other hand against your butt, it doesn't hurt, it just tingles a little bit.

"Said." Another one.

"Don't." A slap against your right tigh.

"Cum." Another, slightly harsher, slap against your other thigh. It makes you wonder, how red he would get your skin if he would really try.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" You shake your head, it didn't, it only made you even more aware that he's there, that he's going to take care of you. "Good, you're such a good girl for me. I don't want to hurt you."

He pulls at your wrist and you let your fingers slip out, it has you sobbing into the pillow. Not for long as he takes two of his own narrow fingers to let them slide into you.

"How does that feel, tenerezza?" He bucks his hips against your thigh when you don't answer. "Can you tell me?"

"Good", you clutch your hands into the sheets, "god. It feels good. Warm ... and full. God, I feel so warm."

"That's it", he kisses your temple, moans, still pushing and pulling his fingers out, slightly scissoring two of them in you, as he did the last few minutes, "so good for me, telling me how good I make you feel."

You whimper when he carefully pulls his fingers out.

"Cazzo, mi fai venire così duro." You can make out, how he's getting out of his briefs behind you. You can feel him skin to skin, his pubic hair scratching against your skin. He probably hasn't shaved in a while, you don't mind it one bit - actually you like it. "Do I need a condom?"

"No", that's what you tell him, "just. Thom, please."

He gently and slowly pushes in, gives you time to breath in before fucking you with slow pointed thrusts. You can feel him stretch you out a little bit more than his fingers did, you feel blissed out, his arms are around you and you're feeling so small in his embrace but so safe. It does feel a little bit like coming home after a stressful day. Without a warning he pulls out slightly and pushes in faster, repeating the motion, until he pulls his dick out completely, pushing only the tip in again, fucking you like this. Your moans are loud and you know that these small little whimpers are coming from you. He's kissing your shoulders, moving his nose just against your neckline: "Take that off for me!"

In this moment, there's no way, you would say no to him. Once again. Just when your shirt hits the floor, he's on you again, pressing his nose between your shoulder blades. It's so sensual, it makes your body tingle more. With your movements, he slipped out of you completely. That's when you try to turn around. "What are you doing?", he asks.

"I want to see what you're doing, please, I want to see you."

"Turn over then." He kisses your shoulder blades a last time. You turn around and just when you hit the pillow again, he's going down on you. Licking the sweat from your stomach, sliding his tongue into your navel, then going further down. You're so on edge, you know it's not going to take you long and you are right. He only has to slip his tongue into you, putting pressure onto your clit with his nose. Bumping into it, nuzzling there slightly. It's all it takes.

"God, fuck." You tangle your hands into his hair, when you cum on his face.

He's kissing his way up again. Kissing your cheek, so sweetly - in contrast to the way he pushes into you again, a bit harder than before. And deeper, so much deeper, it makes you shiver. He grabs your chin. ""You wanted to watch, then watch, cara." The only thing you can do is mewl. "Is that still feeling good? You still feeling hot all over?"

"Yes. So deep." Thomas pulls out a little bit at that but you wrap your legs around his hips. "No, please. That was good."

When he pushes in again, you sob, he's raising an eyebrow.

"I can't remember when I had someone this deep in me, god." Or ever. You nestle your face under his armpit, slowly licking his body hair there, tasting the sweat on your tongue. He groans.

"But you're taking it so well for me. Such a good girl and you're making me feel so good too."

"God", you moan. You tangle your fingers into his hair again, his rhythm getting faster, meeting your hips. You kiss up his shoulder and his face is so close to you, you could count all his freckles, if you wanted to.

"If you say god one more time, I might have to get my ego checked after this."

You clench tightly around him, when you cum a second time. Sparks going through your body, he lets you ride it out, use him as you want to. He's panting, and you know that he's close as well when you're just coming down from your high. But instead of going slower as you expect him to, he picks up pace and is having you mewl in pleasure again.

"Feels good ...", he moans, "... when I fuck you like this?"

You nod, nestling your head under his arm again. It hits you, before you even see it coming and you cum another time and slightly bite into his skin. He cums as well, shivering, thrusting into you a few more times and after a few deep breaths, he's pulling out.

"You were so good for me, cara." He kisses the tip of your nose and you smile at him. His hands are everywhere, calming you down. Embracing you in a hug, kissing your face all over, telling you how good and beautiful and wonderful you were for him.

"Is this where you wanted it to go when you asked me to fake make out with you earlier?", your curiousity takes over.

"Wanting? Yeah. That's why I didn't hook up with anyone, I tried to seduce you, but it didn't work."

You laugh and he's rolling you both around, stroking your back, looking up at you. So gentle and soft.

Cute, sweet, beautiful Thomas. Who probably just fucked you into next week.

._____.

"Cazzo, mi fai venire così duro." - "Fuck, you make me so goddamn hard."

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[nonstoplover]

protagonist ~ joe liebgott (band of brothers)

my masterlist  |  my hbo war masterlist

pairing: joe liebgott x female reader

short summary: joe's assigned to search for the perfect house for easy's hq in the new town they'll soon arrive to on their way through germany and finds one with a girl in there who's like the protagonist of one of the comics he's read - courageous, fearless, heroic.

words: 2.5K

a/n: first of all, sorry for disappearing, exam season has started at my uni and i've been hella busy these past weeks (and gonna be for the following few as well,  u g h ).

anyway this fic came around from a conversation i had with the lovely @now-im-a-belieber when i was telling her about an idea i had and she technically came up with the base of this. thank you, Pearl, i love you xx (i hope i did justice to your idea)

oh and let's just say i have no clue if this would have been possible, at least the exact way i wrote it.

taglist: @how-are-those-nuts-sarge @50svibes @pennyllanne @nowinnablewar

gif credit: @basilone

Four loud bangs sound against her front door right as she starts washing the dishes after they finished lunch. With her eyes widening in surprise she rushes back into the room, telling the family of three to hide as she's drying her hands in her apron before making her way to the door.

After taking a deep breath she grabs the handle and opens it. The next thing she knows is being pushed to the side as a figure storms in past her without a word. A gasp leaves her lungs as her back lightly collides with the wall, head turning to watch as the soldier barges in the house.

What is going on? Has someone found out about them?

With a hand reaching behind her back she pushes herself off the wall and hurries behind the man. Trying hard to sound completely calm and innocent she asks him what is going on, but he only barks back something almost inaudible - only a few German words reach her ears.

The soldier is moving with such speed that she hasn't got a single chance to get a better look at his uniform as he's entering every room one by one. Who is he? Worry swiftly floods her veins - more importantly, what is he looking for?

She can only pray the family has had enough time to properly hide.

As he reaches that door, she holds her breath back, repeating her little prayer like a mantra inside her head. The man comes to a sudden halt just as he steps through the doorframe and in an instant fear makes her blood turn freezing cold. She carefully moves closer to glance inside next to his body, not knowing what to expect.

And what she sees makes everything else in her mind disappear - just the thoughts of all hell breaking loose any time now move around inside.

Her best friend crouches on the other side of the room, clearly frozen mid-movement as her body is still half out of the hiding spot, eyes wide as she stares at the soldier, not a single muscle moving. It's like everyone's got frozen in time, none of the three people makes a move.

Liebgott's mind slow to catch up to what he sees - he didn't expect to see that as he rushed through the house. He's only been trying to decide whether it's a good place for Easy's HQ, as he has been ordered to do when Winters sent him ahead of the company.

His eyes then start moving around the room, trying hard to find a good reason as to why that girl is half inside the wall. A book is laying on the table next to the door, open at around the middle. With one glance at the pages he recognises the letters of the hebrew alphabet, and suddenly it all makes sense.

She's a Jew.

His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to comprehend this new information, and just in that very moment the silence is broken by a voice. And it's not coming from either of the two girls in the room - more like it's coming from inside the wall.

One simple sentence, ending with a Yiddish term of endearment - one he can perfectly understand. It came from a woman, asking the girl crouching facing him from across the room why she's stopped moving.

There are more Jews in there.

His lungs fill with a sharp breath he's taken and he spins around, staring straight at the girl who opened the front door only minutes prior. The question must be clear in his eyes as she starts stammering in defense, her voice audibly shaking.

Joe shakes his head, stopping her mid-sentence. "No, they're Jews, I can see it," he says in perfect German, and the already pale girl suddenly seems even whiter.

He swiftly grabs her arm and pulls her in the direction he remembers finding the dining room in, trying to find a chair for her to sit down on, as she's visibly close to fainting - though the reason behind it he can't find.

(y/n) flinches with utter fear, weakly trying to resist being pulled away - he most probably is now taking her away to kill her, right? He's a German soldier, that's what his job is. But no matter how hard she tries to wiggle away, his grip is too tight around her arm and she can't do a thing.

Just when they arrive to the dining room and he kind of pushes her into one of the chairs is when Joe realises that she's scared of him - she immediately pushes the chair further away from him as soon as he lets go of her. So that's why she's shaking so bad.

"No, wait, don't be scared," he rushes to say. "I'm a Jew too."

This finally breaks the scaredness - instead her eyes fill with utter confusion. Her forehead wrinkles as she tries to make sense of what he's saying. How can a German soldier be Jewish? It makes absolutely no sense.

With a sudden wave of suspicion she moves her glance down to his uniform, examining every detail she can lay her eyes upon.

Is he not German?!

Suddenly she can see differences - details about his uniform that she's never seen on a German soldier before, and she's seen her fair share of those in the past years.

But if he's not German, who is he and what is going on?

She takes a still shaky breath and looks back up into his eyes - seeing the waiting expression on his face as he's standing there in patient silence for her to say something.

"Are you-" Her voice cracks mid-sentence. It's not good. She clears her throat and tries again. "Are you German?"

All of a sudden he bursts out laughing - so loud, and somehow so dark that her eyes widen once again. She just can't decide if it's from fear again, or only surprise.

A minute or so goes by with nothing but Joe laughing - this must be one of the most hilarious things he's heard in the past couple years. That he is a German.

Then his laughter finally quietens down to slight chuckling and he speaks up once more to confirm the truth. "No, of course not," he shakes his head in amusement. One look in her eyes tells him that somehow she still has no clue about his nationality, so he opens his lips again to give an answer to her question in advance. "I'm American. Don't worry, you're not in trouble for that," Joe points back in the direction of the room with the hiding spot above his shoulder.

A loud sigh escapes her lungs, her shoulder visibly falling a bit as she slumps more into the chair. It feels like years worth of stress and nervousness have just come to an end - it's truly like an enormous stone has rolled down from her chest and shoulders. She somehow feels free again for the first time in years.

Relief completely replaces the worry and fear in her veins as all other thoughts leave her mind. She's not gonna die. At least not today.

"They're Jewish," the soldier speaks again - and it's not a question. More like a statement.

(y/n) nods, unable to say a word as she's still overwhelmed with her new feelings.

"You're hiding them?"

She just raises an eyebrow, and Joe mentally slaps himself - what a stupid question. He could've might as well just asked her the colour of the wall.

"Since when you've been hiding them?" He corrects his question.

"Ever since the whole thing has started," she answers, her voice so quiet it almost disappears in the air between them.

"Wow," Liebgott breathes out before he can stop himself. He stares at the girl in disbelief. She looks so innocent and young - she's probably one or two years younger than him. How could she pull off something such a thing? Such a dangerous and pretty reckless thing?

"Esther is my best friend, she's been ever since we were little kids, they all are like a second family to me, I've spent most of my days with them," (y/n) explains, the relief causing her to ramble and Joe - for about the first time in his life has to struggle to keep up with the German words that come flying out past her lips. "I just had to help them, you know. I couldn't just leave them here."

"Where's your own family?"

"My parents left to France to be further away from the chaos, and my brother joined the Luftwaffe, and since then I haven't heard from none of them."

"Why didn't you leave with your parents as well?" The young soldier keeps asking, moving closer to the table and sitting down on a chair on the opposite side, facing her. Pushing his M1's strap down his shoulder he places the weapon on the table, pushing it only a little further in order to calm the girl more. He knows he probably shouldn't do this - and keep Winters waiting, but he's too curious to stop himself, he has to hear the rest of her story.

"I love this town, I was born and raised here," she shrugs as if it's obvious. "But more importantly, I didn't want to leave and let innocent people like my best friend's family suffer. I wanted to stay and fight back as good as I could."

Joe subconsciously mumbles under his breath before he can stop himself - words that praise her absolute bravery, words that give away his true feelings he suddenly feels towards her - then he has to move his gaze away from her, fearing that she sees the embarrassment in his eyes. He tries hard to think of another question while also trying hard to forget the look of the half-smiling expression that took over her face just a moment before - it does nothing good for his heart.

"Did you make that hidden room yourself?" He asks in the end, thinking back to what he saw in the room.

"Oh," she giggles - and it's the prettiest sound he's heard in a very long time. "No, my father made it when me and my brother were young and often played hide and seek. I just improved it a little so they can fit in more comfortably."

Liebgott hums, not knowing how to tell her - or if he should even tell her in the first place - how absolutely super impressed she left him with every single thing she's told him and what he's seen. It's one of the craziest things he has ever heard, and he had a fair share of unbelievable stories told to him in his life. He simply couldn't even imagine how on Earth this girl could manage to do this - and not get caught. Throughout the whole war.

In that very moment he swiftly decides that he'll go and find another house for the HQ, and that he'll somehow get back to this particular one, no matter what it takes. He wants to get to know her better. He has to get to know her better.

She's the most incredible woman he's ever heard of, read about or met. She's a woman who fits in the stories of the comics he's been reading his whole life - as the protagonist, the hero. He can't leave this town without hearing more about her, seeing her face more. That would be the biggest regret of his whole life, he can already tell.

But for now, he has to leave. It wouldn't be a good idea to keep his officers waiting even longer.

He stands up, fingers reaching out to grab his M1 before looking back into her eyes. Damn, he doesn't even know her name.

"I have to head back to my company, but I'll come back later, if that's okay with you."

Her eyes are already on his, seemingly staring straight into his soul with that intensity that lays in her (y/e/c) orbs. The girl then rises to her feet - still never breaking the eye contact.

Thoughts race inside her head, and it's like an angel and a demon are sitting on each of her shoulders, one telling her to say no whilst the other trying to convince her to say yes.

What if he only wants to use her? What if he only wants to sleep with her? Maybe force her to do so, threatening her with his knowledge of the Jewish family. He might not even be who and what he says he is. How could she know?

But on the other hand, there is this feeling she has about him. A feeling that tells her that nothing she previously thought will happen. She doesn't know what it is, but it's there, right in her chest, and she can't fight it. He seems genuinely curious and impressed, and honest. And she feels a pull towards him. She wants to see him again.

In the end, the devil on her shoulder wins, and she simply nods - right before she could change her mind.

"I'm Joe," the young soldier moves around the table, one hand held out towards her.

A glance cast down and right back up to his face she takes his hand and gives it a shake, holding onto it tightly, as if only to let him know how strong she actually is.

It probably works, 'cause he raises an eyebrow, slightly tilts his head and the corners of his lips curve up into the smallest smirk she's ever seen - but it's there.

"(y/n)," she eventually answers with her own introduction.

A few seconds pass and neither has let go of the other's hand, not yet. They just stand there, staring into each other's eyes, only the small noises of them breathin breaking the silence.

Then Liebgott blinks, clears his throat, pulls his hand out from her grip and instinctively places his fingers upon his weapon hanging from his shoulder whilst nodding towards her as a gesture of saying goodbye without words.

She watches as he turns around and walks out from the room, and after a tiny, happy sigh she follows the sound of his steps.

Just as he opens the front door and moves through it is when she arrives to the hall. Joe glances back over his shoulder for one last time, offering her a small smile, then looks back ahead of him and continues his walk as if nothing has happened. None of the past dozen of minutes.

(y/n) leans against the doorframe and watches him right until he disappears in the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes.

She can't wait until he comes back again.

.::the end::.

(might write a part two if i'll have time and you'd like to read it)

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Dazai Osamu character breakdown as I understand him

Meaning that this might be inaccurate and your opinion and visage of him might differ from mine, which is just fine. We perceive the world and the people around us through our experiences and expectations. I'm curious to know how you guys see a complex character like Dazai, just please respect everyone's opinions.

Warning: Manga plot mentions, s2 spoilers, BEAST light novel spoilers, Dazai Osamu

Dazai Osamu was introduced into the scene of Bungou Stray Dogs at 14 when Mori found him.

Even at that young age, Dazai had suicidal tendencies and had been wrapped in bandages similarly as he is in the present. Already dealing with too much trauma for a child his age, the fire is fuelled as he was forced to bear witness to the death of the Port Mafia boss at the hands of Mori, the person that took him under his wing. To use him; which was becoming very apparent to Osamu if he hadn't been aware since the start. Now, I'm not saying that death of the previous boss left a particular scar on Samu, he even agrees with it and is something he himself would have done. But that that is the scene that bore fruit of the following quotes:

"Or could it be that you're afraid, Mori-san? That one day i will slit your throat and take over as the boss?"

followed by

"Everyone seems suspicious to those who have an axe to grind."

This tells us right away that he can tell what type of person you are just from the way you perceive your surroundings, which is logical, but not something many think too deep into.

Even less who have their evaluations of others on point like he does. And he has to, since Dazai's plan is always to understand his allies, his enemies, possible allies and possible enemies. He also takes into account important neutral parties that can still, in one way or another, affect the outcome of his plans or decide to align with one side out of common interest. After comes realising the main goals, along with side achievements (just in case some of those maim his allies or ruin the future plans he made) of every party. Taking in their morals and motivation, and being familiar with the ground the confrontation will happen on, he now has the view of the whole chess board and it's pieces in his head. He moves his allies in the right places, knowing how they'll react in the situation to come, and awaits the enemies with open fire arms. He was tought to think like that. At all times. Mori made sure of it. You know how specialists never really stop thinking in their areas of expertise, like doctors, for example, will naturally notice people's posture and look for scoliosis or whatever? How your foot hits the floor, if you're walking straight, your knees and shoulders, etc. Same for Dazai. His brain maps out person's expressions, reactions, choices, personality, etc. in great detail. I'm pretty sure he has eidetic memory, if his conversations in manga with Fyodor are anything to go by.

Another thing his brain does is think of worst possible outcomes.

Not in a fear of what if things go wrong, but as a possible route. He uses it to determine how big of a threat the opposing force is and what steps they'll have to take to achieve that. Knowing that, he'll know how to intercept them. Also, like everything else, it's not something he can control since we're talking about thought process here and that's just how his brain works. Can't magically turn that off. It's especially annoying to him when he's genuinely enjoying himself with, let's say, ADA members and then his brain goes brrr.

•"A lot happened recently and we're a torn in many people's eyes." *Tanizaki and Atsushi drinking punch* "There's a possibility, while a small one, about 8% at this very moment, but as time goes on will increase, that an organisation outside of Yokohama decided we're an unavoidable threat and poisoned the drinks. Don't drink that. Nothing will happen, they'll wake up tomorrow in pristine condition don't drink th-"

Yeah, i feel bad for him too.

He has PTSD and insomnia, besides the hectic brain,

so he's not getting proper amount of rest. Actually, he drinks almost every night by himself at home. Pretty sure it's canon as well, because if you search for a picture of him in his room, you'll see him surrounded by multiple bottles. Two of the PTSD symptoms are hallucinations and night terrors (no, that is not the same as a nightmare). What people usually do is use opium to cause hallucinations in a safe environment so that there's little chance of them happening uncontrolled. He's probably using alcohol to numb himself while he's reminiscing, since if he does still have hallucinations after years having passed by (which isn't impossible), they're probably few and far between. Not saying there's no chance he isn't using opium. He would know where to get what he needs, after all.

Osamu's haunted by his own actions as well, not just by trauma caused to him.

At an uncountable amount of occasions, he found himself looking into a mirror and not really comprehending his image. It was like dissociation. Looking through a fog at what's supposed to be your carbon copy, but not knowing all of your features perfectly, so whatever you're seeing could only be an impostor, yet you're not sure because that would take comprehending physical proof of your life to the fullest and how it works and he just... can't. He can but he doesn't want to. He already knows he's despicable and broken, doesn't really feel the need to see just how much. He can't, for all his perfect memory, remember the faces of the people he has killed. He hadn't even seen all of them, but he was responsible for their demise. Causing havoc and misfortune in general through other crimes besides murder as well. We've seen his expression when he listened in on Atsushi talking to Kyouka over the earpiece how the 35 deaths don't matter anymore. He knows they do and he knows that the change of heart won't justify what he's they've done. Ango thought him to value each life. But he also knows that even murderers can change and become good. Oda did that. It's also what's keeping him in the agency.

When Oda died, his last words mentioned that Dazai doesn't care about good or bad and that was correct for Dazai Osamu back then. I genuinely think that his present self does mind the difference.

He believes in necessary evil and will do dark shit to get the good outcome he's envisioned.

He doesn't separate outlaws and lawful people, however.

He knows that generally speaking, the line is thin and easy to cross and that many were born or forced into the situations they are. Those that fight the life thrown at them are an exception, not a rule. That's also why he likes Atsushi, probably the main reason. The boy has every right to hate the world and yet. Dazai is envious, he doesn't really have the same capacity.

I want now to talk about why does Dazai Osamu do what Dazai Osamu does.

The reason he attempts suicide, joined the mafia, made friends at all, is because for all his intelligence and observations, ability to understand others, he doesn't really understand himself.

He doesn't understand his worth. He doesn't understand his purpose. In all of that confusion, he finds no reason to live. He laughs but can't get the high, he bruises but can't fully heal. In all of the things people find happiness in he can't feel joy from. He is emotionally stunted. He thinks too logically. He doesn't understand actions out of emotions because to him, it doesn't make sense. Emotions cloud your mind and when you're not thinking straight, you make mistakes. Plain and simple. He just accepts it, that most people simply cannot control themselves and prefer lashing out instead of methodical approach. All the better for him, he has leverage. Even when he does act on impulse, which is incredibly rare and not as explosive and dramatic, his brain rationalises it as to why his actions were a good way to go. And if his reaction was one that bore fruit, than it was a tactical one.

"If you place yourself somewhere close to raw emotions, where you're exposed to raw violence and death, instinct and desire, you can brush against man's true nature. I though that way i could find a reason to live somehow."

From this, i can tell that he was hoping that, in a situation where he's pushed far enough, he'd realise what's important to him, what he wants to protect or destroy, what's one thing he wouldn't want to leave unsettled before dying. What is that one thing he'd regret dying before achieving? What should he fight death for. What is worth living on for? To him, it doesn't matter if that something is good or evil as long as he gets to keep it in his life.

It seems he hadn't found it exactly, but is satisfied with what he has for now, in the agency, to just keep going. But he still tries to commit suicide, hoping that one day, when the clear picture of the world around him is fading away, when he's becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen, when he's loosing control over his body and thoughts don't seem to flow well, there will be one thing, anyone, screaming at him to fight it. New day new chances. It didn't happen today, better luck tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomo-.

Now, like Mori, Dazai feels the need to, at all times, be in control of the situation. Including people.

That means no one, but perhaps Ranpo due to his own abnormal intellect, is aware of their own role. They know their mission, but they're not expecting to be given that particular one because they'll come across an obstacle they would react to in a way that would satisfy Osamu's plans.

Dazai Osamu is more of a chemist, than a chess player, if you ask me.

Throwing different people into the mix, under different conditions at different times and is noting down their reactions in safe surrounding if possible, so that when the time calls for it, he'll be able to make a perfect concoction for the predicament. A chemist and his substances; A chess player and his pawns; A puppeteer and his puppets. Now, Dazai is meticulous and never rash, but like everyone else (except effin Lovecraft what is he even) he's only human and he bleeds when he falls down and humans aren't perfect. He isn't always right. That means he makes mistakes. The issue with big shot players that control the board is that, when they fall down, everyone on their side crashes and burns as well. So the day Dazai fucks up everyone else will follow because of lack of insight on their part that's completely out of their control. All it takes is for him to underestimate or overestimate one person and chaos ensues. There is no such thing as happy little accidents small mistakes for someone like him. I have crippling anxiety and a sole thought that one hiccup could blow up in everyone's face... damn. I would try committing suicide myself. But it's his fault, he brought upon himself an obligation and pressure like that. To be fair, it was Mori that drilled that type of thinking where no one should know what you plan because they can't ruin what they don't know If they turn against you, they can't stop you.

For his own sake, and everyone else's, Dazai needs to learn how to show his cards and share the burden.

Again, going back to the emotionally stunted guy that has commitment issues (where he either can't commit or can't let go) trope.

He never outright does something good for someone where people would acknowledge it, he uses his underhanded tactics here as well.

He casually makes himself look like a bad guy, an asshole, to conveniently move attention from the inner turmoil a person is struggling with to a present problem at hand that they can fix and let their frustrations out on. But he hopes that, one day, someone just might notice his intentions for what they are and do the unspeakable- see through him.

"I'm a very private person. You don't ask, i don't tell."

Yes, and your whole existence is just a huge cry for help. He wants to be asked. He's begging for attention. A specific type of attention. One that will see him without making him feel imposed on. One that will understand his sins without making a big deal out of it. Accept him as a person he is, makes him feel like one as well. Makes him feel alive. Makes him feel... period.

The day he finds that thing is the day he completely turns his life around and fully dedicates to it. It's where the part of not being able to let go commitment issue ensues.

Since Oda's death he's been secretly keeping an eye out on possible ways to bring him back. If you've read Beast AU you know that when Dazai gets his hands on the book, he'll create a universe where Oda doesn't die. Should he find an ability user that can bring back the dead, just tell him what it will take, he's ready to destroy his own soul for it and if that isn't enough, well, he'll have no hesitation ruining theirs. After all, BEAST!Dazai Osamu never actually met Odasaku, he just had the memories he'd gotten from his canon self and that was enough for him to do everything he did.

He's incredibly selfish and has a weird come in but the door is a wall dynamic he rolls with in his self imposed solitude.

It's like the walls of the space in my brain are ugly and terrifying, so i closed off the entrance to keep myself in. I'm doing you a favour but please break the wall down and tell me it's okay to come out i don't want to be here-

Happy little thoughts woah woah yeah~

That's what i got from what I've seen of him. I may have missed some things, some things might prove to be wrong as the series progress further, but yeah.

There is, however, one more thing i want to put out here. Since Dazai was already like this before Mori found him, that begs to question as to why? What happened to him?

Now, since the characters are based on real people, is it crazy to say that Dazai Osamu has had a horrible childhood because of his father? Real life Dazai was terrified of his dad and was very intimidated by him. He always tried to stay in his good graces out of fear of punishment. Neither of his parents felt like a parent to him, actually. His father didn't care and his mother was often ill, but did care for him when she could. Both of them died eventually.

This could be the plot Kafka based Dazai's background on, but we'll have to wait and see.

[finnlongman]

Hi, hope you're having a good day. Your posts about OCC got me thinking: without one of the "supernatural" variables in Cú Chulainn's death - would it have succeeded? Like if they had the spears but didn't get him to break his geis/geass (whichever is the proper spelling) or if they still got him to eat the dog meat but didn't have the spears. Basically, how much of a "everything had to go right" situation do you think the plan was? (Also, do both those elements appear in OCC or are they Aided exclusives?) Thank you for your time and I hope you have a great day.

This is a good question! And honestly, one I feel I'm not fully equipped to answer right now, but will be able to tackle with more confidence once I've got further through translating OCC.

The various supernatural elements do appear in OCC, but they're not identical to the versions in BMMM. For example, the spears in OCC were forged by Vulcan, and Clann Cailitín got them on a trip to Hell; that's a detail that doesn't show up in BMMM. (Though we are missing the beginning in the Book of Leinster, so some details may have fallen out of the narrative that used to be there. But I think they are firmly attributed to human craft, not random appearances of Classical gods.) If I remember rightly, the dog meat incident also goes down slightly differently. OCC has most things that are in BMMM, but greatly elaborated on and extended, because it's much longer; the details are what differ rather than the broad outline of the plot.

I think to some extent all of these supernatural elements are there for narrative purposes. They're setting up the inevitability of Cú Chulainn's fall: every sign, every prophecy that he ignores or is unable to act upon, is further foreshadowing what's coming. This kind of inevitability often shows up with gessi/geasa (pick your spelling according to what century you're hanging out in right now!) – in Togail Bruidne Da Derga, from the moment Conaire's prohibitions are listed, we know that somehow, before the end of the story, they'll be broken. Like Shakespeare opening Romeo & Juliet by telling us this is going to end in blood: they're a warning to the audience. This is inescapable. This ending has been marked out since before the story actually began.

Within the narrative, though... I'd have to go back to BMMM to speak for that, but in the section of OCC I've been looking at the last couple of days, Conchobar and the Ulaid certainly seem concerned that an "unfair combat" of Cú Chulainn vs a massed army would kill him. They don't know about the Hell-forged spears, and none of the rest has been mentioned on page yet, so they're basing their concern purely on ordinary combat rules. That certainly implies that Cú Chulainn is at risk even if the supernatural conditions aren't met, but the Ulaid might also be wrong, since Cú Chulainn has a history of defying the odds in battle.

But the men of Ireland believe they need all of those extras to kill him – all the magic and the learning and dozens of allies and so on. Which has the effect of casting Cú Chulainn as a mythical monster who can't be taken down through human means; this is a dragon-slaying expedition more than a murder plot. And if they believe it, who's to say they would have succeeded if they acted against their belief? Perhaps their doubt would have made them fail. They're living in a story too, and obeying its rules.

Maybe I'll think differently about this once I've actually got further with OCC – every paragraph I translate ends up answering questions I didn't know I had, and filling in gaps I hadn't realised were left by the summaries I read before. But that's where I'm at right now. They're there because they're setting up the story, but the characters as much as the audience are bound by the rhythms and rules of narrative.

[rowanthestrange]

Back with the gang, Peri realises the TARDIS doors are open. Peri nips off to find the Doctor, Lang and the twins find one of Mestor’s goons in there, who says the planet is finished and they should all leave in the craft.

CHAMBERLAIN: But we must get away from here! ROMULUS: He can't fly the Tardis. REMUS: But we could learn.

Yeah, I’ll bet you two could.

And while this may be a long section, I really think the ending is best done justice in full. With Six clearly not engaging in the usual Time Lord colonial ideas, and both Six and Peri at their matter-of-fact and refusing-to-accept-they’re-very-well-mirrored best.

DOCTOR: I'll take you all. (The Chamberlain falls to his knees.) CHAMBERLAIN: You're a true gentleman, sir. DOCTOR: Wait a minute, I remember you. You're the Chamberlain. CHAMBERLAIN: Yes, that's right, sir. DOCTOR: I don't like you. CHAMBERLAIN: Oh, but sir, I must get away from here. DOCTOR: Then I suggest you start walking. Right, let's get you and the twins back to Earth. PERI: What about the rest of the people on this planet? DOCTOR: They'll survive. LANG: Who'll lead them? DOCTOR: Well, certainly not that thing. Neither will Azmael, he's dead. PERI: Well, then you must help, Doctor. DOCTOR: They're quite capable of looking after themselves. Listen. (Distant weapons fire.) DOCTOR: They've already started mopping up. LANG: I'd rather stay. I think I could be some use here. DOCTOR: As you wish. Although I think you're mad. LANG: No, I've nothing to go back to Earth for. I've no one there. DOCTOR: That I can believe. PERI: I'm sorry about that. He never used to be so rude. BOTH KIDS: Can we stay? PERI: No. Into the Tardis.

Six and Peri have an exchange that once again, makes me wonder what the dynamic would’ve been if 13 had a transition companion.

DOCTOR: You may not believe this, but I have fully stabilised. PERI: Then I suggest you take a crash course in manners. DOCTOR: You seem to forget, Peri, I'm not only from another culture but another planet. I am, in your terms, an alien. I am therefore bound to different values and customs. PERI: Your former self was polite enough. DOCTOR: At such a cost. I was on the verge of becoming neurotic. PERI: We all have to repress our feelings from time to time. I suggest you get back into the habit.

I sadly know Peri doesn’t become as successfully arse-kicking of Six as I’d like in the TV show, but I hope the audios have a go at it. I certainly await a Peri-13 crossover audio, because we have the technology.

Chibs has definitely done his dickhead Doctor a lot more carefully, and while yes it risks some people not noticing it until too late in the day, I think we can safely say it was better than the alternative. And I’m glad to be able to enjoy Six with the benefit of hindsight, rather than watching them choose to make a very openly disagreeable Doctor when already on the verge of getting cancelled. With all that we’ve got now, knowing the Doctor’s a twat under it all isn’t a surprise anymore, but coming off of Tom Baker and Peter Davison phew that must’ve been a hit.

And while I’d never do it, I gotta admire the ballsiness of that ending line:

DOCTOR: Whatever else happens, I am the Doctor, whether you like it or not.

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There's A Bomb | Jay Halstead

Request: Jay falling in love with Voight's daughter.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Voight!Reader

Author's note: Requests are open. (The moment with a bomb was inspired on episode from "The Flash" when Joe saved Cecile.)

Your dad was always worried about you, especially when you told him that you want to be a cop like him. First he didn't approve your decision, but when he saw you graduating the police academy, he knew that it's your right path. He wanted to keep you safe and close, at least he could do that, so he brought you to Intelligence. You were happy there since day one, it was your dream to watch him catching bad guys.

He partnered you with Erin, because he trusted her the most, like you. She wasn't from Voight's family, but she was like sister to you, she knew everything about you.

But after few years it was her time to go and she moved. You took it hard, just like Jay, who wanted to propose to her. You weren't close with him, but the pain he had was very similar to yours. After she left, Voight partnered you with him and Hailey, the new girl, was now a partner to Kim.

Cases that involved drugs were your favorite. Going undercover, to make a deal, that was your favorite part of the job. You were the best in this and you were happy to do it every time. But when kids are involved... This hits just different. You usually took it very personal, it was just too hard to see them working for those bastards.

"Okay guys, we've got a case involving drugs and a murder of mob boss. I think we all know who that is, Alejandro Cortez. 32 years old, he's chasing by police and FBI for 2 years. He killed his own wife, then mob boss, two murders with a bomb. One pinned to the car, the second one in club. He's hiding since then, we can't reach him." Kevin pinned his photo to the board and gave you files about the case."But, we know that his niece was taken from her family and we all think that he took her, because he wants to take a revenge on his brother for turning him to the police."

"All of this because he's angry? And why the kid?" you asked.

"We don't know yet. She's missing for 4 days and the people who saw the kidnapper described him. Description matches to Alejandro. They're living in Chicago, that means he's here and this might be our last chance to get him." you sat on your desk and started to look into the files.

"Hey, you okay?" Jay asked you. Before nodding to him, you brushed his hand with your fingers and smiled at him. He was always caring about you in cases like this, you were so thankful for him. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Y/N? Can we talk?" your dad asked.

"Sure." you walked into his office and closed doors.

"I'm worried about you. If you want I can take you off the case." he said.

"I'm fine, really. It's just... I don't understand some things, I need to figure them out. Don't worry." you hugged him and went back to your desk.

The tension was thick, everyone were working on the case, while Jay was trying to figure out his feelings. He couldn't talk to anyone about this, because they knew that person, especially he couldn't talk about it with you.

God, he wished that you noticed how much he adored you. He stood up and walked to your desk.

"Y/N? Y/N?" he tapped your shoulder.

"Hmm?" you muttered.

"You kinda zoned out, I brought you some coffee."

"Thanks. Do you want to go with me and check on this woman who saw Alejandro? I don't want to go there alone." you asked.

"Of course, partner."

You drove in silence, Jay was watching you the whole ride. He loved to look at your smile, eyes, when you tried to be serious, but he always made you smile and laugh. He trusted you like no one, he could put his life in your hands, because he knew that you'll help him no matter what.

"Chicago PD." you said and knocked on the doors.

"What do you want?" a woman appeared and looked so scared.

"Sophia? We're from Chicago Police Department, I'm detective Halstead and this is detective Voight. We wanted to ask you few questions."

"There's no need to, I already spoke with police." she answered.

"We know, but we wanted to ask about description you gave us. Are you sure that this was the guy?" you showed her a picture.

"Yes, definitely. Now leave me alone." she said and walked away, then closed the doors.

"I think she won't say us more." you laughed and made your way to the truck.

"Yeah Adam, what's up?" Jay said, answering his phone.

"We've got a possible location where Alejandro can be, go and check this place."

"Alright, let's go." Jay said.

"5021 Frank, detective Y/N Voight, we're heading to a possible location where our suspect can be. Plain clothes officers on the scene, roll a backup and ambo."

"Copied 5021 Frank, sending a backup and ambo."

"Do you think he's gonna be there?" Jay asked you.

"I don't know, I just hope to find his niece sooner than him so I could kick his ass after. I mean, she's a kid... How can he do that?" you answered. Jay looked at you worried. After few minutes you were on the scene.

"Take the back, we're going from the front." you said to officers who were there already.

"I'm coming in." Jay went first, you right after him.

"I'm covering you." you pulled your gun low, until you noticed blood on the carpet. "Blood." you both raised your gun and checked the first floor.

"Stairs." Jay said and again you followed him.

"You heard that?" the sound reminded you a cry.

"Chicago PD! Alejandro, put your gun down and come out!" Jay yelled. "Let your niece go first!"

"Stop! Stop!" you looked at Jay confused.

"Alejandro, if you won't come out we'll come for you" he yelled again.

"Wait, it's not him." you looked at Jay and nodded over the mirror where you saw a little girl tied up, sitting on the chair.

"Please, it's gonna blow!" you hid your gun and walked into the room while Jay was calling for a bomb squad.

"Hey, what's your name?" you asked her.

"Lauren." she cried so hard. You needed to calm her down when you saw a bomb pinned to the chair.

"Okay Lauren, I need you to sit there carefully, don't move, okay? We'll get you out of here."

"He said that he's gonna make them suffer!" she yelled.

"Jay? Call for a backup, send them to her parents." you knew that at this point he wanted to kill all of her family, to make them suffer, especially this little girl. "It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna check on timer right now okay?"

"Mhm." she calmed a little. 6 minutes you saw. You knew what kind of bomb was that. Jay told you his stories when he was in the army, you knew more than he thought.

"Y/N? What are you doing? Let's go, bomb squad will help her!" Jay showed up in the room, watching your actions.

"It will be too late. Hey, Lauren. I need you to switch places with me on 3 okay?" you looked at her, she nodded slowly.

"You've got to be kidding me! You want yourself killed?"

"Jay! Just let me do my job. It has 5 minutes timer now, when she'll stand, it's gonna run down, we won't be able to get out of there and they'll be too late. I'm gonna sit there to stop it from going down fast."

"Y/N, please..." he walked closer and hugged you.

"On 3 Lauren. 1... 2... 3..." you pushed her to Jay and sat on the chair. You looked at the timer. 3 minutes left.

"Take her out, I'll stay on the line." you said.

"5021 George, I'm going out with a hostage. Detective Voight will stay on the line." he felt tears in his eyes. He let go her hand and went outside. Lauren went to the ambo to get checked out.

"Halstead, what the hell? Where's Y/N?" Voight asked him.

"She switched places with Lauren, she's holding out the timer."

"Y/N?" Voight spoke.

"D-dad, I'm fine. Just tell the squad to come here asap."

"They're 6 minutes out."

"Well... We've 2." you said.

"I'm calling them." Jay said. He put them on the line to speak to you.

"Y/N, we need you to say how this looks like."

"Well, it has a timer and 3 colors inside. Black, white and blue."

"Okay, that means he used the same bomb as on the vehicle. You need to stay calm and carefully remove the blue one." they instructed you. Your hands were shaking, eyes were blinded and your heart was pounding so hard.

"Okay, yeah, I'll do it." you took a deep breath and take moved slowly to blue cable. You looked at the timer. It has stopped.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Jay was screaming to his radio, but you couldn't respond. You immediately stood up and went downstairs. Tears blurred your vision. You reached out to the doors and opened them. All the members looked at you relieved. "Shit." he said and run to you.

At this point you were crying. He took you in his arms, softly stroking your hair.

"I can't breathe." you choked.

"Easy honey, easy. It's the adrenaline rush, everything is okay." he hugged you tighter.

You had still covered your face with your hands. They were shaking so bad. Jay tried to calm you down, so he took them from your face and kissed."Come on, I'm taking you home." he held you close and went with you to Hank.

"Oh god Y/N! What were you thinking out there?!" now he was the one holding you.

"I was doing my job, I needed to help her." you said as you felt something hugging you from the side. Lauren held your hand hard and cried.

"Thank you, thank you. I wanna be strong as you! I'll be a cop one day!" she was full of energy, she didn't realise what just happened, she was only 8 years old after all... And that fact was making you sick. That little girl almost died because of payback.

"I'm so glad you're okay baby. Go to see your mom." you pointed at police car, who just arrived.

"Hey, you sure you're fine?" Jay asked you when Hank left to speak with Lauren's mom.

"I just want to go home." he nodded at went with you to his truck.

You held Jay's hand the whole ride to your home.

"Can you go upstairs with me? I need someone right now... Also, I have your favorite beer." you smiled.

"Yeah, I'll take that beer." he answered and followed you to your apartment.

You closed the door and went to the kitchen. Taking a beer, you noticed Jay standing in the hallway, looking at the picture frame with you and him. You put the beer down and walked to him. He turned to face you, when you hungrily kissed his lips. The kiss was so desperate, but at the same time filled with passion and love. He put his hands on your back, bringing you closer. When you couldn't catch a breath, you pulled back.

"I love you. I love you so freaking much. I think about you day and night, if you're okay, if you slept enough. When I pushed Lauren into your way... I knew that I'll always want you to be the one who won't leave my side Jay. I want you to be here. Right here, with me." he pulled you into hug, just like before. It was different than the others time when he was with you. This time, there was a real love between you two.

"Y/N, you don't know how happy I am right now. You saved me so many times, you're my little miracle. I was so afraid to tell you that, but now I wish I could say it earlier. Holding you in my arms is the best thing in the world and I'll always be here for you baby. I love you." he kissed your forehead and took you to the couch. You sat next to him and covered you with blanked.

He couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was to have you. You were his light.