#i hope the dialogue is alright n not rushed or out of character

[mayprilayunely]

the "yelling i love you in the middle of an argument" trope used in (best/childhood) friends to lovers will never not have me bawling so u get this kuroken comic i scribbled w that idea . hopefully it's in character because it's my first time attempting to make this kind of comic

[padfootagain]

Some Perfect Bloopers

Hello! Today, we are answering a request by @thenerdysimp : ‘I just had another idea, and I don’t know if you’ve done something like this already but I’d like to request it anyway.

I know you’ve done one where she surprises Ben on his birthday but I was thinking that maybe she just randomly for no reason in particular surprises him on set of shadow and bone. Like she has talked to the crew and the cast telling them that she is coming so that they are in on the surprise. She has contact with Jessie or someone and they tell her when Ben is filming a scene so she can walk on set to get a good clip of him getting distracted by her for the bloopers or something. It’s all just a cute surprise reunion🥰’

Hope you enjoy what I’ve prepared for your request!

I hope everybody enjoys this little piece of pure cuteness! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: Unbearable cuteness and tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: The cast of SaB and you organise a surprise for Ben: you’re coming to Hungary without warning and surprise him on set. Of course, the camera’s rolling, it will make some amazing bloopers…

Word Count: 1845

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You were nervous, even if there were no reasons for you to be.

There was still a lump in your throat, a twist at the pit of your stomach. You rubbed your clammy hands on your dark jeans, before climbing out of your cab, staring at the large building where the Shadow and Bone cast was working…

You had come in Hungary a couple of times while Ben was working on the first season of his show, but the view of the large building was still impressive.

You thanked the taxi driver as he helped you with your large suitcase, paid for your ride. You had barely turned around that Kaz Brekker was appearing behind you, only, Freddy’s version was wearing a large grin.

“Y/N!”

You laughed at his warm welcome, giving Freddy a hug. It was still a little strange to see him in full costume.

“Wow, look at you, mister Brekker!” you joked. “A true Crow!”

“Thanks! Luckily for us all, even after a couple of years, I still got it!”

You laughed, and Freddy picked up your heavy bag while you dragged your suitcase towards the building. You would be staying for three full weeks, so your luggage was rather heavy.

“How was your flight? Everything went fine?” Freddy asked, holding the door for you.

“Thanks. Yes, it was alright. Just… exhausting, but it all went smoothly.”

“You could take a nap for a few hours and see Ben this afternoon…”

But he laughed as he caught your eyes.

“Absolutely not. I haven’t seen him in seven weeks, I don’t care about not sleeping for three days to see him if I have to!”

Freddy laughed hard at that, raising a soothing hand, the black glove shining slightly under the artificial light of the hall.

“Alright, alright. Well, Ben is filming in area B today, I’ll get you there. You’ll have to hide with the make-up team for about half an hour, they’re doing a scene that’s a bit too technical to waste time on it for now. But then, Jessie and Ben have some heavy dialogue to go through, it’ll be better suited for our devilish plan.”

“Heavy dialogue?” you laughed, and Freddy soon joined you.

“Well, it gets kind of heavy when characters want to kill each other all the damn time.”

“True, true…”

Freddy hid you away in the make-up department, and you spent some time chatting with a couple of artists you had met before, waiting for one of the Crows to come and pick you up. The planned half-an-hour turned into a full hour, but you didn’t mind waiting. What you minded was the way your heart raced in your chest as Kit appeared by the door.

He rushed to hug you first, but you were surprised to find the whole gang waiting for you in the corridor.

“What are you all doing here?” you asked, hugging Calahan.

“Do you really thing that we would miss Ben’s face when he sees you? Absolutely not!”

You chuckled at their silliness, but were glad to accept their company as you walked across the building to reach the large hangar where the set had been built.

Ben was shooting a scene in some kind of cave, filled with parchments, torches and old wooden tables.

Everyone was in on the prank, and you wondered how they had managed to keep Ben in the dark. Even the director waved and shot you a mischievous wink when you walked in.

You easily hid behind Calahan’s large shoulders to walk in the room unnoticed, and remained quiet as Ben and Jessie finished their scene, a mix of anger and seduction. Ben was facing you, but he was deep in character and barely noticed the large group coming in. You were, for the most part, hidden in the shadows anyway.

You loved watching him work. He was impressive like this, in a dark kefta, with scars across his face, in full make-up and costume. His voice was deeper than usual, firm and threatening, a tone you weren’t used to hear coming from such a sweet man. He still looked mesmerizing though, oozing charms and something magnetic that made you want to run to him as soon as you saw him. He was talented enough to make you feel as threatened as Alina would have been if this were real.

The loud Cut! rang through the room, and you hid more carefully behind Calahan, making sure Ben wouldn’t notice you if he looked up.

And he did. He frowned hard at the sight of the entire group standing there, behind the cameras.

“Hi!” he laughed, Jessie turning towards the crows as well.

But if Ben seemed puzzled, Jessie couldn’t refrain an excited grin.

“What are you all doing here?” Ben asked, frowning.

“We’ve come take a look!” Freddy answered.

“And we’re waiting for you to go to lunch. Hurry up! We’re starving!” lied Amita.

You were struggling hard not to laugh, imagining Ben’s face as he let out an amused chuckle.

“Alright, alright,” he shrugged, used to his co-stars’ silliness.

Archie thought it would be hilarious to tease you some more and started poking at your arm. You almost choked as you swatted his hand away, and Ben seemed to notice the laughter Archie was trying to hold back.

“What are you all planning now?” Ben asked slowly, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Nothing…”

The director faked to check something on the screen, before interrupting the group’s banter.

“It was very good, both of you. But I think we should try to move the camera differently. We’ll do the same scene again, just to get another angle.”

“Should we change our marks?” Ben asked.

“No, no, no. We’ll just change the movement of the camera to catch the light differently. Just play the same thing again.”

Ben and Jessie were given a few seconds to fall back into character, before the camera was rolling again.

And that was your moment to strike.

Ben was focused on Jessie, speaking in a slow, half-seducing and half-threatening tone. He didn’t notice at first that everyone was moving away to let you pass through. He was bothered by the movements beyond Jessie, but he was too focused to realise what was happening. Only when you stepped before the whole group did he start losing focus. Because there was a patch of colour, there, beyond Jessie’s shoulder, that was the exact hue of his favourite shirt of yours…

He couldn’t help but blink and look up, just for a second, but then…

… it lasted but an instant and yet he was almost certain that he had seen your shirt and… you… wearing it…

He did a double-take, blinking a few times more while doubt clouded his mind and he lost track of his piece of dialogue, and looked up again, his gaze lingering on your frame this time.

His mouth fell open and he completely silent.

You… You were there…

Jessie started laughing, moving out of the way, while everyone exploded with laughter, while realization slowly sank in Ben’s mind.

He closed his eyes tightly, a grin breaking across his features as he buried his face in both his hands.

You walked closer, chuckling and grinning even though you had tears in your eyes. After all… you had missed him so much.

He bent over for a couple of seconds, before standing straighter again.

“SURPRISE!” Jessie started the shout, but everyone in the room joined in.

Ben looked up, standing straighter again. He finally lowered his hands, and he walked towards you, closing the distance between the two of you in an instant. You welcomed him with open arms and he held you tight, his face immediately buried in your hair.

“What are you doing here?!” he asked, throat tight with emotion, but there was also so much joy in his tone, such a bright smile on his face…

“I’m here to see you, obviously.”

“How long?”

“Three weeks.”

You breathed in his perfume, your nose pressed to his shoulder, before he would pull away just enough to look at you. He was grinning and crying at the same time, and so were you.

“Three weeks?!” he asked, taken aback. “And you haven’t told me anything?”

“It wouldn’t have been a surprise if I had, would it?”

“And everyone knew, I suppose.”

“I had my accomplices.”

He let out a bright laugh, holding you close again.

People started cheering, and Ben seemed to remember where he was, where he stood, that he was surrounded by his colleagues and was not, in fact, alone with you.

He blushed fiercely, pulling away. But then again, you looked so beautiful, and your smile was so bright, and your lips were so tempting, and he had missed you so much…

Damn be the whole crew. Damn be the teasing he would earn from this. Damn be every single one of his castmates for clearly being in on it.

Damn be the rest of the world, of the Universe even, when you stood there, before him, after so many weeks spent apart, when a mere hour already seemed way too much to be spent without you.

He stared into your eyes again, hands moving from around you to hold your face, tender yet firm, to make sure you would remain close.

“Damn it. All of it.”

And before you could reply, Ben was leaning down to kiss you. Passionately, deeply, like there was no one else in the room.

People shouted, catcalled, cheered. You barely noticed a sound. You were too busy abandoning yourself to the feeling of his lips, of his tongue, of his hands over your cheeks… melting against his tall frame, feeling lucky he was there to catch you when your knees were too weak to bear your weight.

When you broke apart again, out of breath, you were both grinning like idiots, brushing your noses together, holding on each other tight again.

And Ben didn’t seem to notice that the camera was still rolling. That about a year later, the footage would be used to tease him profusely by the cast until a part of it would be revealed for the entirety of the internet to go absolutely insane. He barely noticed his colleagues at all until he finally took a step back, holding both your hands in his, but turning to the room around him. No, he didn’t notice anything for a while but you, your eyes, your smile, your perfume…

“I’ve missed you so much,” Ben whispered, lips barely parted from yours at all. “Thank you so much for coming here.”

“I’ve missed you too. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

He shook his head in amazement, still barely able to believe it was all real.

“You’re really here.”

It was more of a statement than a question. Still, it was hesitant, uncertain. Your voice, though, was perfectly steady when you answered. It was more of a promise than a statement.

“I’ll always be here, Ben. Always.”

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Taglist: @reg-arcturus-black @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic

[dcfanficsgallore]

Didn't plan for this

Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader

2859 words

TW: Broken Leg, Hospitals, Reader overthinks everything

Masterlist

Summary: You have only seen a handful of times and have been trying to get her attention ever since, when a disaster occurs, it finally makes her look at you and talk.

A/N: This fanfic doesn't use the usual quotes to show character speaking. Instead they'll use a - to show that they are speaking and every new line of dialogue is a new paragraph. Also English isn't my first language. Enjoy! X3 <33

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Being a demigod in a world that gets invaded by aliens every other week and seems to have a new super-whatever everyday is pretty normal. Especially if you’re a child of Athena, like me… 

We don’t get powers like the children of Zeus or the innate charisma of the Apollo kids, but we’re not as insufferable as the Aphrodite Spawn (Long story), we’re just… Pretty smart and can understand stuff that most can’t. When I was a kid my teachers always told my mortal mom that I was ‘gifted’, my mom knew it was always truer than what they intended, but she never told me about it. Nor about my Godly mom…

Usually when an alien attack happens or a supervillain breaks from prison I tend to help the people around me get to safety and prepare all my contingencies for if the threat gets too close, I only had to use a couple of my plans once, that was a mess! But it made me learn that Plan C and Plan T should not be anywhere near each other. Other than that I just wait until the danger is over and maybe, kinda, try to see if she is taking care of the mess.

Of all the children of Zeus, she is the best. Most caring, most humble, the prettiest, and just all around good person. I only met THE Wonder Woman once, and since then I’ve been trying to get her attention the only way a daughter of Athena like me can… I’ve been sending contingency plans to the Justice Hall in hopes one of them will make them want to talk to me and talk about it. You might say it’s pointless, Batman is the best planner in the world, and to that I say: Maybe he would like someone to delegate a few of his responsibilities to… You never know.

It was during one of my walks to my job that I felt it.

Earthquakes

No worries, those happen all the time in New York. I have nothing to fear, just a mild-

Another one, Bigger

Again, not enough to trigger my alarms, but enough to make me start walking slower… And check my bag to see if everything is with m-

A third one, and this time I fall over

Alright. That’s cause for concern, I start sprinting towards my job while grabbing all the stuff I need to start Plan E.

As I turn a corner expecting to see the street to the building I work at, I am startled back by a falling lamp post.

This is bad

As I enter the building I see Ana, the secretary, ushering people out the building.

- How is it looking? - I ask her as another earthquake begins and doesn’t seem to stop.

- There’s still people inside - She looks at me with a worried expression - You might have to bring out Plan H - She says.

Ana is my best friend and that gives her the privilege of a binder with all my plans so she can help me choose one in big stress situations. That’s still not enough because she just suggested the Bird People Protocol, but I get the gist of what she wants.

- I think you might be right - I say not wanting to get into an argument of my plans with her right now

Being a prepared Child of Athena is very helpful when you're the Chief of Security of the company. I take a deep breath, say a little prayer to my mom hoping for a little luck to get inside and not die. And go in…

The first thing I see as I go through the doors is the bottom floor is collapsing. I rush a couple people out while I make my way to my office, in there I’ll find everything to hopefully save everyone. I just have to go up two floors, the elevators are a bust and a death trap. So the stairs are gonna be my friends.

As I start going up I hit a couple buttons on the wall to trigger the slides that help people go down the stairs faster, (hey, it works for airplanes and they were cheap to install. Just a button and they self inflate).

When I open the door to the second floor I am met by so many people that are injured. I go to usher them to the slides, after finding a couple interns that are so scared but not that bad physically and instruct them on what to do once they get down and keep moving towards my office.

I begin to see my office, it's right there, just a few more moments and everything will be fi-

feel a lot of pain and a crack coming from behind me

Something fell on me. I look back and see that my leg is stuck between a stone pillar and the floor. I feel a lot of pain, but I can't stop. I've already sent everyone on this floor down and there are more above me. If I give up now I’ll die along with everyone else, that’ll not be something that a Demigod will be doing today, I tell myself.

I start to try to lift the pillar with all my strength, it’s hard, it might be impossible, I start thinking of ways to maybe leverage a piece of debris as maybe a lever when the pillar starts to float? It’s not floating, someone picked it up. But who..?

It’s her, in all her glory. She looks exactly like I remember, the black locks of hair flowing, the tiara reflecting the little light inside this crumbling building, her golden lasso on her hand and the pillar on the other, she lifting it like it doesn’t weigh anything. Her ocean blue eyes that are looking directly into my soul, her furrowed brows like she’s mad? Wait, no, she IS mad!

- What are you doing! - She says with an alarm in her tone - I was helping the people off the building when I saw you running INTO it? What are you trying to do?

The reality of the situation finally hits me and I say

- Help me. My office. I can help… - I say with difficulty as my leg starts to hurt a lot more now that the big rock was removed.

She looks at me like I just grew frog legs beneath the pillar, not understanding why I’m trying so hard to go even deeper into the crumbling building.

I say it one more time and she seems to snap out of it.

- What are we looking for? - She says as she picks me up bridal style and starts sprinting into the room. Even with a broken leg I manage to get flustered, but quickly dismiss it as I get my head back in the game

I push myself down and limp to my desk, opening a drawer and pushing a button labeled ‘U’.

Immediately the result can be felt as dozens of inflatable slides appear going from every single window sill, out of seemingly thin air, and gives everyone on the above floors a chance to take a faster way down. But not everything can go according to plan as life constantly likes to remind me. The slide on my window did not trigger so I think I’m stuck until I feel myself being picked up again and my heroine jumps out of the window landing safely with me in her arms.

After that she puts me down on a sidewalk and says

- That was incredibly smart, aren’t you the woman that always has a plan? - She says, and I’m a little upset that that’s how she remembers me.

- Yeah, that 's me. A daughter of Athena trying her best - I say before my leg starts to demand more of my attention and I whimper a little

- Oh your leg! Right! - She says before picking me up again and without all the smoke and panic I can actually feel her muscles and smell a little perfume, strawberry? Maybe Daisy? Maybe alcohol? Wait… That’s the ambulance, I’m in the ambulance getting alcohol rubbed on my leg by a paramedic, staring into her sapphire eyes and she’s saying something... Oh shit she said something!

- Sorry what? - I say trying to cool my nerves from seeing her again

- I said I’ll be right back to check on you, these quakes are not natural. The League is currently stopping the cause of it but there are still civilians trapped in building that don’t have slides that help them get down - She smiles a little and it’s the prettiest smile I have ever seen

- Yeah, it’s cool, you’re a hero and all that - Say in an effort to look casual in the face of all this

A few hours later I had to be taken to the hospital to get my leg on a cast and suspended above me on the bed that I’m laying down on. Ana made it out without any serious injuries and is keeping me company, and by company I mean she’s currently hearing me be anxious about my meeting with The Wonder Woman. 

- She said she would check on me later - I say for what’s probably the thousandth time

- Yup, but when she said you were on the street getting tended to by an EMT. Now she probably has no idea where you - She keeps trying to manage my expectations.

- But look at the TV Ana, a lot of people need help, she’s probably helping them. and this is one of the only hospitals that didn’t seem to be that affected by the quake! - I reason with her.

- Why do I keep getting into arguments with you? - she says with a long sigh - Damn Owl Spawn - she says with a smirk that gets wiped by the pillow I throw on her face

- Because you live in hope that you can win! - I tease back and am promptly met by the same pillow hitting my face.

-But seriously Y/N - She says looking at me - I wouldn’t get my hopes up, she’s a superhero. She’ll probably be busy until the next morning and then she’ll probably go back to her place and sleep for a long time, maybe she’ll forget.

- I can still hope, right? - I say a little sadly to Ana who nods and pulls me into a hug

- You should get some rest Bird Brain, I’ll be here if you need anything - Ana says, going to turn off the light and heading to her chair next to my bed.

- Fine - I say as the day finally catches up to me and I fall asleep almost immediately

It’s probably not until around 4 A.M when I hear a little tapping on my hospital window, at first I think I’m dreaming because I’m quite a way high up on this hospital, I would say about 30,5 meters away from ground level. But then I hear it again

tap tap tap

Okay, that’s not a dream. I take my leg off the suspension gently so as to not hurt myself and open the curtain to see… HER! She’s flying and staring at me through the window looking a bit shy, if I were to guess.

- You’re here!? - I open the window and question a little too happy about this meeting

- I told I would be - she smiles - How are you doing? - she questions looking at my cast.

- I’m doing fine - I shrug - The drugs help with the pain and I heal quite fast.

- Right, you’re also a demigoddess - she says with a smile - So am I.

- You are? You mean you’re not a goddess? - I ask and immediately regret it. You don’t ask a pretty woman that? Are you nuts? I say to myself thinking she’ll be put off by my comment and fly away. But to my surprise, she laughs and it’s the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard.

- No no, I’m the daughter of Zeus with the queen of the amazons, Hippolyta - She says in a casual way like that wasn’t a huge bombshell for me to discover

- That’s so cool - I say after making myself pick my jaw from the floor - Would you… ummm… Would you like to come in? - I ask her and to my surprise she accepts

The first thing I notice when she comes in is how tall she is, I think I would’ve figured out she was an Amazon with enough time, I quickly notice that she’s probably 6,2 inches, which makes me feel fuzzy inside. The next thing I notice is how strong she is. When she went inside, she picked me up by my side and sat me down on the bed before finally touching the floor. 

I realize I’m staring again and that I missed what she was saying, again! This never happens to me.

- I’m so sorry, I was distracted, what did you say? - I say hoping she doesn’t think I’m always like this.

- I just asked if she’ll wake up anytime soon. - She repeats without a hint of annoyance. Gesturing to Ana sleeping on the chair in a position that doesn’t seem that comfortable but I’m not one to judge.

- Oh Ana? No, she only wakes with her alarm or when stuff is thrown at her - I say chuckling.

There’s an awkward silence before she clears her throat and says

- I’m Diana, by the way, Diana Prince - she says putting her hand out - I just wanted to say that the fact that you went inside the collapsing building when you could’ve turned the other way and ran, really impressed me.

I blush very hard when she says that, then I shake her hand and say

- I’m Y/N Y/L/N, it really means a lot to me that you found that impressive. And just so you know, running was not an option, that building had so many contingencies inside it I needed to know that one of them worked. If I didn’t try my own plans what kind of child of wisdom would I be? - I say while shaking her hand

- Hm, does your mother require that of all her children? - She asks almost concerned

- No, not at all. She doesn’t even talk to us! - I say without thinking, this woman makes me so flustered my brain stops working I swear! - It’s more, like an itch. An itch in the back of your mind that doesn’t go away if you don’t test your contraptions

- She doesn’t talk to you? I’m sorry… - She says with sympathy on her voice

-Don’t be - I wave it off -  She’s a goddess, she probably has more important things to do. Besides, I got my smarts and that’s all I need. - I say shuffling on the bed and putting my foot back in it’s place.

She sits next to me and says

- It’s still sad that our parents don’t talk to us

I shrug before gathering my courage and finally asking

- Why’d you come to see me? I’m sure you meet people that are more interesting than me everyday and it’s not like you owe me or anything, you saved life twice today and now you’re here checking on me. Why? - I ask and she thinks for a moment before smiling and… Wait, is she blushing?

- Well it’s simple really, I was very impressed by the fact that you had a protocol in place for such an event and had the guts to go in and make sure it went accordingly that I wanted to maybe see if you were interested in… Showing me some of your plans - That last part seemed to catch her off guard, but I’ll never say no to someone willing to listen to my plans so I get very excited.

- Yeah, sure, of course! I’ll probably be out of the hospital in a couple of days, maybe less if I can convince the docs I’ll take it easy. - I agree a little too fast, but I don’t care. Diana wants to see my plans! - Here’s my number - I give her my number scribbled on a piece of paper I got in my bag - Give me a call please, and we’ll set it up. - I say a little too eager and failing miserably to be cool

- Yeah, sure - she says, accepting the paper and… She is definitely blushing! - I’ll give you a call, and we’ll set up our date… - She stops herself after she says that - I mean, like a friend date. 

- I can accept a date - I blush and nod and look away, trying everything I can to not look her in those sapphire eyes

She gets up and goes to the window but before she looks at me and says.

- I hope I get to see you soon - she says before flying off into the distance

a- Same - I say before snuggling in my bed ready to dream about her but not before hearing

- I heard the whole thing! - Ana says before receiving a face full of pillow.

- We’ll talk in the morning - I say ending the conversation.

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Chapter 2

A/N: Some might call Y/N Paranoid, she would say prepared ;)

[baileypie-writes]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a part 3 focusing more on domestic life, like cuddling, doing chores together and dates, also I was wondering if you can add how Shouko feels and reacts to everything the reader has done for her

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Thanks for Everything~

Shouko Nishimiya x Fem!Protective!Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Fandom: A Silent Voice

Reader: Female

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: It’s you and Shouko’s two year anniversary. Before celebrating, you do chores together before while enjoying each other’s company.

Warnings: None!

~Masterlists~

~A Silent Voice Masterlist~

Any dialogue in italics is in sign language. If the character is also speaking, it will be mentioned.

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The music blared loudly through your headphones as you cleaned. You moved the broom along to the beat, having fun. Then you grabbed the dust pan, and carefully swept all the crumbs and dust into it. Finally, you walked over to the trash can, and threw it away.

You took your phone out of your pocket, and turned off the music. After taking your headphones off, you put the broom and dust pan back in the hall closet. You sighed, happy to get at least one of the chores done. You would do more, but you ran out of cleaning supplies. So Shouko was at the store getting more. When she came back, the two of you were going to do all the chores, so you could enjoy your anniversary without worrying about anything.

It was actually your two year anniversary of the two do you dating. You’ve come a long way. You both have good, well paying jobs, and now live in an apartment together. To celebrate, you both were going to watch a movie while eating a bunch of junk.

You perked up when you heard the sound of keys jingling from outside the front door. You rushed over, waiting for it to open. When it did, Shouko came inside with three grocery bags in her arms.

“Hey! How was the trip? Did you get everything?” You signed.

“It was good, and yes.” She replied.

“Great! Let me help you.”

Shouko smiled, and held out one of her arms so you can take a bag. You smiled too, as she didn’t refuse your help. She’s been getting better at accepting it lately, which you’re very proud of.

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You and Shouko decided to start with the dishes. They were starting to really pile up, so you both wanted to get it out of the way. You happily opened the new pack of sponges, and placed them near the sink. You were estatic to have new ones, as your current one was barely a sponge anymore, just a crumbled piece of mesh. You grabbed its “corpse”, and threw it in the trash.

“Thank God that thing’s gone.” You signed to Shouko. She giggled, covering her mouth as she did so.

After the tap water was hot, you began doing the dishes. You and Shouko were squished together, shoulder to shoulder as you scrubbed. After Shouko would finish a dish, she’d pass it over to you to put it on the drying rack. You smiled, as it felt like some sort of factory.

Ten or so minutes in, you felt a bit playful. Smirking, you splashed some water at Shouko. She gasped, then let out an annoyed whine. You laughed, as she grabbed a paper towel to dry her shirt. But you didn’t expect her to splash you back, only way worse.

“Ack! Hey!” You laughed, then splashed her again. This resulted in the two of you having a water fight.

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The dishes were done, and both you and Shouko’s clothes were wet. You were drying each other off, when you heard the washing machine go off.

“The laundry’s done.” You signed.

“You can start hanging them up. I’ll clean the counters.” She responded.

“Alright.”

You went over to the washing machine, and opened it. You took out all the wet clothes, and threw them into the laundry basket. Shouko was already spraying and wiping down the countertops as walked over to the balcony. The sliding door was pushed open by your foot, and you set the basket down by the clotheslines. Then, grabbing some clothes pins, you began hanging up the laundry.

A few minutes later, you were joined by Shouko. She put a few of the clothes pins in her mouth, and helped you out.

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You were finally done with all the chores, and you were relieved. You collapsed on the couch and let out a big sigh. Picking up the remote, you turned on the TV, and began looking for a movie to watch. After realizing that Shouko wasn’t with you, peaked your head into the kitchen to see if she was in there.

You let out a gasp of surprise when you saw her carrying a cake into the living room. Her face had a bashful expression on it as she carefully set it on the coffee table.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking at it. It was a round cake, with white frosting. Pink icing was piped around it in cute rosettes, and there were words written on the middle. The words read ‘Happy Anniversary!’.

“Aww, Shouko!”

She blushed, avoiding eye contact from being so flustered. “I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been protecting me and caring for me since we were young, so I wanted to give you something in return. It’s not much, but I hope it gets my feelings across. I really am thankful for everything you’ve done for me.”

You leaped up your seat, and enveloped her in a tight hug. “I love it Shouko! Thank you so much! And I’ll always be here for you!”

Shouko smiled, and leaned in to give you a kiss. It surprised you a bit, as she almost never initiates them. Nevertheless, you kissed her back.

“I love you, (name).” She signed after you pulled away.

“I love you too, Shouko.”

You took her hand in yours, and let her to the couch. After sitting down, you cut a piece of cake for each of you. Then, you settled in to watch a movie. You and Shouko cuddled close, your head resting on top of hers. You both were so thankful for each other, and we’re happy to spend your anniversary together.

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~~baileypie-writes

[himbokuto]

Whisper of the Shade 煙硝絮語 Fan Translation | 1-1 電話彼端 On the Other End of the Line

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A/N: translation notes will be asterisked! I'm trying to stick to the game's format as close as possible even though I combined paragraphs to help with flow. yn's thoughts are in parenthesis + character dialogue is bolded so it doesn't get lost in the text. translations under the cut.

People's memories are complex and intricate, and most the time lying dormant in the mind. But in life, there are always a few things, moments, and people that remain unforgettable.

At that time, I couldn't imagine what should've been an ordinary day would become a day to be remembered.

YN: (Okay, time to leave!) (I probably didn't forget to bring anything, right?)

I checked myself in the mirror, fixed my bangs, and checked the time on my phone.

(I'll be late if I don't leave now.)

I looked at the photo on the bookshelf. It's a family portrait of my dad, mom, sister, and me.*

"Dad, mom, I'm leaving."

After saying goodbye, I turned around, picked up my bag, and headed for the door—

"Ah, I forgot my sister's present!"

I rushed back to my bedroom to grab the gift bag on my desk and hurried out the door.

(Luckily, I remembered or else I would've had to come back again...)

My older sister is a psychological counselor while I work at a bakery. Due to our busy schedules, we can only see each other once a month.

Today is my sister's birthday. We promised to celebrate her birthday together at her place and eat the cake I baked. Thinking about this, I excitedly hastened my steps.

YN: (I hope she'll like the gift I prepared for her.)

The streets were bustling with people at night. Aside from the vendors, there were also musicians playing guitars. The beautiful melodies made the night so peaceful that even I couldn't help but pause despite almost running late. The more people gathered around the guitarist, the more those who moved swiftly through the crowd stood out.

Among them was a tall man in dark clothing, almost blending into the night, moving through the crowd. He didn't slow down when he passed by. I quickly moved aside when he headed my way, but he was already long gone. He looked like he was in a hurry, but maintained an elegant and calm demeanor that allowed him to smoothly pass through the crowd.

Suddenly, an elderly woman carrying apples in her arms stumbled in front of the hurrying man, her apples scattering on the ground. The man finally stopped. He squatted to pick up the apple that rolled to his foot, slightly wiped it with his sleeve, and handed it back to the woman. He seemed to want to say something, but when he looked toward the back of the crowd, his expression tensed again.

Several men in black marched quickly with an air of malice, causing pedestrians to move out of their way. No longer lingering, the man turned around and walked away, disappearing into the shadows at the end of the street.

Unintentionally witnessing this scene, I couldn't help but look at the direction the man was going. Before I could dwell on it any further, my phone in my bag rang. The caller ID made me sigh in relief.

YN: "Sis!"

Ji Minxuan: "YN, are you here yet?"**

YN: "Not yet. I stopped to watch the street performance. Sorry, I'll hurry over."

I heard my sister's relaxed laughter at the other end of the phone.

Ji Minxuan: "Don't worry, I just got off work. Do you want me to buy you a drink?"

YN: "Okay, you know what I like best."

Ji Minxuan: "Alright, then your usual."

I was fully expecting to share my day with my sister, completely oblivious to anything out of the ordinary.

Ji Minxuan: "If you arrive first, go ahead and go in first and wait for me."

Static noise from the other end of the line suddenly interrupted the call, drowning my sister's voice.

YN: "Can you hear me?"

The static noise kept cutting us off and was uncomfortable to listen. I called her name several times, feeling a sense of uneasiness creeping in my heart. When I could finally hear her again, her tone turned serious.

Ji Minxuan: "YN, if something happens to me..."

YN: "If something happens to you? Why are you suddenly saying this?"

Ji Minxuan: "...I believe you'll know what to do."

On the other side of the city, on an equally bustling street, Ji Minxuan also stood on a street corner. She lowered her hand despite your urgent calls from the other end of the line, but she had no time to spare.

Ji Minxuan: "You don't have to do anything, I'll walk by myself."

Ji Minxuan was suddenly shoved from behind, forcing her to immediately move forward. Her phone slipped from her hand, fell on the ground, and was kicked by passers-by. It still dutifully transmitted electronic signals, but the screen's web-like cracks seemed to indicate that the owner could no longer receive signals.

TRANSLATION NOTES:

*yn's refers to her sister as 姊姊 (older sister). for the sake of translation, I'll be referring to her as "sister" until her first name comes up.

**this is the first appearance of her sister's name (紀旻萱 Ji Minxuan). but I'm not sure if she's yn's biological sister or a close family friend (despite her being in the family pic on yn's desk) so I'll usually refer to her by her name.

DO NOT REPOST TRANSLATIONS. SHOULD THERE BE AN ENGLISH VERSION OF THE GAME, THE GAME TRANSLATION WOULD BE THE ACCURATE VERSION.

CREDIT: game photos by HAPPYTUK Co.

POSTED: APRIL 20, 2024

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: Phantom in the Dark 3

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!:  Grief, Delayed grieving reactions, funerals, Stress, instant parenthood (of sorts), self loathing, self doubt, if I missed any Lemme Know!  On the Opposite side of that there’s of comfort and fluff too.

A/N: I don’t own any rights to the story or characters in Cannon Star Wars.  There are a few portions of the dialogue within this chapter.  This is a Loving tribute and work of Fan fiction, with a few tweaks and twists of my own!  I felt that Palpatine’s dialogue needed just a tweek, probably be more so in the future.  I mean the man hid in plain sight for years and I feel that he would have played a few situations differently.  It always seemed a great shame to me that we never saw Obi Wan get knighted.  I mean it’s a very big deal and his ceremony was probably rushed and his master couldn’t be there.  The man seriously needs the cuddles, Anakin too…   Anyway enjoy! 

PS- This will probabily be the last chapter for a little bit.  Unfortunately I’m dealing with some health stuff and need to get a few ducks in a row.  BUT!! I am still working on the writing while I’m out of commission.  Thank You all for supporting this lil fic writer, you mean the galaxy to me!

Picture Credit: Lucasfilm And Pinterest

Word Count:4050

Masterlist Next Part

The three of you escorted Queen Padme and the greeting committee to the newly landed diplomatic cruiser.  The Trade Federation prisoners had been annoying at best and argumentatively belligerent at worst, handing over custody would be a relief.  You had been keeping a keen eye on Anakin and occasionally reminding him to ignore the prisoners while walking to the vessel.  You could feel his anger as clearly as you could see it.  You couldn’t blame the boy for how he felt, your own emotions very near the surface. 

Turning to him again you gave an imploring look, “Please Anakin, I know you’re upset, but we all need to stay calm.  Can you help me by doing that?”

“They’re the reason for all of this.” He kept his eyes forward in an effort to ignore the prisoners.

“Then they are also the reason you are here, one of the dominos in a long chain of events that led to this point.  We don’t always get to choose what happens to us Anakin.  We do have a choice of how we react, don’t give them the satisfaction of your anger.”  Obi Wan replied calmly.  The young man took a deep breath and tried to compose himself.  You squeezed his shoulder and tried to remain centered.  Obi Wan was reaching out to you, his signature sad but much steadier than before.

“You’re shaking,” Obi Wan looked at you, his concern only half hidden, “are you alright wee one?

“Not really, but now is not the time,” your throat was sore and you felt tired to your very bones, “How are you holding up?”

“I think I’d rather face a firing squad.”  His eyes dropped to his toes.  “Too late to run now though.”

“I know.”  You wrapped his signature in your own, hoping to give what comfort you could.  “You’re not alone Obi Boy, I’m right here.”

Queen Padme looked to Gunray and the other prisoners with distain.  “Now Viceroy, you’re going to have to go back to the Senate and explain all of this.”

Captain Panaka fell out of rank taking a step toward the Viceroy.  “I think you can kiss your little trade franchise goodbye.”

The prisoners were taken on board the ship and the new Chancellor exited the ramp beaming at you all.  You bowed in respect to the man’s rank even if he waived to stop you from doing so.  “We are indebted to you for your bravery Obi Wan Kenobi and Y/n L/n.  And you, young Skywalker, we will watch your career with great interest.”

The Queen of Naboo stepped forward, extending her hand to Chancellor Palpatine, the white makeup and dark, bulky gown hid the few injuries she had well enough.  She was no longer the warrior and friend from earlier, instead the visage of a planetary ruler, though the young woman did glance Anakin’s way frequently. “Congratulations on your election Chancellor.”

“No, my dear, it is you who should be congratulated,” Palpatine bowed humbly, touching her hand to his head then coming back to stand, “Your bold actions have saved our people… all of our people.  The children of Naboo shall always remember this day and all who fought.  Together we shall bring peace and prosperity to the galaxy.”

The two politicians walked towards the Palace and the Jedi Council then proceeded down the ramp towards you.  Many familiar faces were there including Yoda, Ki Adi Mundi, Plo Koon, Yaddle, Even Piel, and Deppa Bilba. 

You got along with your Masters former apprentice, enjoyed her company even, but you always felt imperfect by comparison.  She had become a knight a few years before you had been reassigned and now sat on the Council the same as her Master before.  As Deppa came toward you with the others her eyes conveyed empathy and perhaps worse pity, you dare not glance at any of the others. 

  Mace had observed you and Obi Wan as he had exited the ramp, giving that stoic look of concern that had become habitual by now.  There was a deep sadness within both of you, one he felt as well.  Losing a friend and fellow Jedi was never something he got used to.  He had also noticed how you placed a protective arm around the Skywalker boy. 

Both you and Kenobi then privately plead Anakin’s case to Master Yoda and himself.  It was yet another time that he would feel both frustration and pride.  As so often before you’d argued on the young man’s behalf, not only from the perspective of the Jedi Oath, but as an advocate for his welfare.  Obi Wan was staunch in his position that Anakin be accepted into the order showing the slightest hint of his former youthful brashness.  While it would take time to consider the decision it was also abundantly clear that both Padawans had yet to even take respite from the days events.  Mace dismissed the two until the afternoon briefing, hoping to at least evade the decision for the time being, more pressing matters needing to be addressed.  Looking at your face he cursed himself yet again for assigning this mission to both of you. 

Yoda gazed at his colleague sensing his thoughts, “Always protect your Padawan, you cannot.  Taught her well to protect herself you have.”

“Perhaps.”

Obi Wan was exhausted mentally and physically.  As there was no time for sleep, meditation would have to suffice.  You had been given rooms in the far wing of the palace overlooking the falls.  His emotions still swirled and churned much like the water below.  Try though he may to find the calm within Obi Wan was thwarted at every turn, tortured instead by images of the Sith standing over Qui Gon.  The anger and sadness circled within him still, barely contained, and that frightened Obi Wan more.  Remembering the fear he had seen within your eyes, he could tell that you had felt the darkness as well. 

You returned from your walk, having changed back into your familiar robes, injuries hidden beneath the protective layers.  Anakin was asleep on the settee having come to be with someone he was at least familiar with, new tear streaks staining his face.  He had been through so much and you were relieved he had found the comfort of sleep, even if it currently eluded you.  Moving to place a blanket over him you then strode to the balcony.  Any other day you’d have snuck up on Obi Wan and tickled him till his stony expression changed, but this day had robbed even that small joy away.  You chose instead to perch silently on the padded bench and wait for him. 

Obi Wan rose and joined you on the bench, pausing momentarily before laying down to place his head in your lap.  Wrapping an arm around your waist he clung on, afraid that you would be ripped away from him next.  You started to hum an old tune, stroking his head and back.  Obi Wan wasn’t a child in need of coddling and he should be able to deal with these feelings on his own, but he couldn’t stop the tears.  Adjusting position you pulled him closer, rubbing circles on his back. 

“I’m here, you’re safe now…I have you Obi Boy…I love you.”    

The briefing before the Jedi Council was not a pleasant task.  Obi Wan had gone first having to relive the duel against the Sith and Master Qui Gon’s Death.  Master Ki Ada Mundi had scoffed stating it wasn’t possible, the being had to have been a skilled assassin and nothing more.  There had been voices of doubt and denial, while others had seen the look in both Padawans eyes that this was no exaggeration nor falsehood.

“What more proof do you require?”  Obi Wan’s patience was wearing thin.  Feeling the tap of your boot on the floor though he took a steadying breath.  Why would the council not see what was plainly in front of their noses.

“I’m trying love, I’m Trying.”

“I know Obi Boy, steady on.”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes at the council members still protesting.  As your late Master was apt to say on many a mission, “Some beings are like chem sticks, they need a good shake for the light to go on.”

Stepping forward you pulled out a wrapped item from your robes.  Even Obi Wan was surprised by this.  “I had hoped that the wise members of the Council would hear the truth of our statements.  I suppose sometimes seeing is believing though.”

You didn’t unwrap the package directly, instead suspended it with the Force not wanting to directly touch whatever was inside.  “I went back down into the power station to see once more where this creature fell, to confirm for myself what I had seen with my own two eyes.  I understand that it doesn’t seem possible.  However, I found this on the ground by the pit.”

Floating it over Master Mundi manipulated it apart, revealing the blood red kyber within.  Master Windu kept watching you, assessing you or your actions.  You well understood that this would rankle his sensibilities and land you in a world of trouble, if you weren’t already there.  In your mind though there was simply no refuting the evidence before them. 

Master Windu cocked his eyebrow, “I’d say that there’s no longer room for doubt.  It was a Sith that killed Qui Gon Jinn.”

Obi Wan bowed his head heavily, both from relief and residual guilt. 

“Agreed and also troubling...Very troubling.  How came this to pass without our knowledge?”  the master shook his head sighing.  “Young Y/n your testimony now, tell us you will.” 

Yoda saw your head dip and take several deep breaths.  You had obviously performed your duties well, but the question remained as to what plagued you so?  You told the Council of the intense fire fight and being caught.  Told them about the fight with Haako and how you were responsible for his death.  Master Windu heard how your voice cracked, your fingers were clenched tightly into fists.  “I’m sorry Master I’ve failed you.”  

“In what way have you failed my apprentice?  Did you not see that the Queen remained safe? Did you fail to protect yourself?”  his tone was even.

“No Master, but I have taken a life.  A healer is a protector of the living and the mark of a good Jedi is to show mercy.  I didn’t intent that my actions should kill him, but none the less that Nemoidian’s blood is on my hands.  I must hold myself accountable for my actions and will abide by your judgement in this matter.”  You kept your chin and eyes level though your jaw was clenched tightly enough to break.

The Council of course had seen both security holograms and knew what each of you had faced.  There had been interviews with The Queen, Captain Panaka, Sabe and others. The decision in both cases had already been made, and so Mace rose to deliver the Councils verdict.  “Obi Wan Kenobi and Y/n L/n, Padawan learners, kneel.”

Obi Wan glanced at you seeing equal confusion in your eyes.  As the two of you knelt the rest of the council gathered in a circle around you.  Your Master looked to the both of you. “It has been many years since such an unusual trial was faced by our Padawan learners.  Obi Wan Kenobi, you were once almost lost to the order, but returned and grew wiser from your experiences.  You are now unique amongst our ranks having fought what has not been faced in a millennium.  By your bravery and might an enemy of the Republic and of the Jedi was vanquished.  I know that Qui Gon would be very proud of you.”

Obi Wan’s eyebrows raised infinitesimally, glancing to you then back to having his eyes forward.  Master Windu then turned to you and in a rare occurrence his face softened a little.  “Y/n L/n the path of a Jedi Knight is both of the warrior and of the peacekeeper.  It is unavoidable at times to fight, injure, or kill; It is never done lightly.  It is the wisdom to know that when you draw your blade though the one before you may fall, all who stand under your protection shall endure, that life may continue.”

Master Windu lowered his blade to Obi Wans shoulder, then sharply raised it freeing his braid.  “By the right of the Council, By the will of the force.”

He then lowered his blade to your shoulder and sharply cut your braid free as well.  “I dub thee Knights of the Republic.”

Raising his blade, he saluted you both, “Rise and be recognized.”

There were solemn congratulations, each of you shaking the hands of the council members and of each other.  When Deppa had stepped forward you were still uncertain if she would greet you with disapproval.  Deppa hesitated a moment then wrapped you in a hug offering you sincere congratulations, it was possibly the second most surprising thing of the day.  Master Plo had patted the both of you on the shoulder in the familial way that he had treated you since you were younglings in the Creche.  Yaddle had sidelined Obi Wan to speak privately, wanting to offer her condolences and to explain how painful it was for Qui Gon’s Master when he had heard the news and why he had not come. 

After all was done Master Windu and Master Yoda requested to speak with you further.  Obi Wan was still nervous that the petition on Anakin’s behalf would be denied.  He though back to a few short hours before when the two of you had argued the case, it seemed an eternity ago now.  Kneeling once more to be at eye level with Master Yoda, Obi Wan noticed that your posture was ramrod straight and braced.  Master Windu was also tense, from the petition or from the decision though was the question.

Yoda paced back and forth on the polished marble floor, uncertainty was not something he was use to feeling in his many years of existence.  “Confer on you the rank of Jedi Knight, the Council does.  But agree on you taking this young boy as your Padawan learner, I do not.”

“Qui Gon believed in him, and I believe in Qui Gon.” Obi Wan was keeping a calm tone.

“The chosen one the boy may be; never the less grave danger I fear in his training.”  The old master clacked his staff for emphasis.

“Then it’s even more important that he be taught well and that both his education and developmental needs be appropriately met.”  You used the same clinical tone that was reserved for talking with senior resident physicians at the hospital.  It took everything in you to remain calm and focused.    

“Your petition was well made earlier my Pa…Y/n.”  Mace might not ever get used to that, a part of him always seeing you as that fourteen-year-old apprentice he trained. 

“I’m sorry my Master I meant no disrespect to you or to Master Yoda, but there is a grave concern here that I have not yet mentioned.”  You peered briefly at Obi Wan and back to the two council members.  “Where there is one Sith there is bound to be another, this cannot simply be an anomaly.  If this young man is not taught and taught well how to protect himself then there is a real possibility he could fall into malevolent hands.”

Master Yoda bowed his head, “If correct your presumption is, still in danger young Skywalker may be.  With or without training.”

“Master Yoda, I gave Qui Gon my word.  I will train Anakin, without the approval of the council if I must.”  Again it was said in an even tone, but there was an edge to Obi Wans voice when he said it.  Even your eyebrow raised, it was unlike him to let his emotions run in front of the Senior members.

“And I gave my word to Anakin.”  You nodded, though you still didn’t want to talk about your other promise.    

“Qui Gons defiance I sense in you.”  Yoda replied to Obi Wan, then motioned his staff in your direction.  “Stubbornness from Melri too.  Need that you do not.”

The old Master began to walk a pace to stand before the window.  There was still a funeral to attend and his heart was heavy.  It was times like these that he felt every day of his almost 900 years of life.  So many souls had he seen brought into the Temple and then lost to old age or battles.  That Qui Gon should have had more time in the living world only to be cut short by a sinister force hidden to even him.  Sighing heavily he faced the two young Knights.  “Agree with you the Council does.  Your apprentice young Skywalker will be.” 

“Thank you for your faith, Masters.”  You smiled relieved at the decision.  Both of you stood and bowed your respects. 

Master Yoda and Master Windu watched the two young people as they left.  “How they have grown… and we become old.  When came she to be so mature?”

“She was always that way, one only had to look hard enough.”  Mace sighed, not for the last time thinking of another wise, stubborn woman. 

“Kenobi too, no longer the boy we judged so harshly.”

“I think Skywalker might just surprise us yet.  If he’s anything like those two.”  There was a hint of amusement in Mace Windu’s voice.

“Revealed through the Force and time, we shall see.”

The funeral for Qui Gon was a quiet affair, very formal and sorrowful.  Obi Wan took Anakin back to your temporary billeting, caring for the young man kept him distracted from the grief.  You had asked if he had wished to join you, Obi Wan had only shook his head, thanking you for going on his behalf.  After everyone had left you had taken some of the cremains to the woods overlooking the city.  It was home to many creatures, flowers and trees, the living Force that Master Qui Gon had followed in life. It was something you both had in common, not wanting to be laid in the dark or in stone.  No life begets life as the old tales held and death was only a transition to another plane of existence.  The stars shone brightly overhead.  “I hope you like this spot Master Qui Gon.”

Bowing your head, you hoped he could hear you, somewhere out there.  You had to believe that he had somehow rejoined Tahls spirit within the Force and that he was happy, Maker knew he’d more than earned it.  Taking a deep breath you released the ashes into the air, watching them swirl and fly off.  Tears that you dare not shed till now broke free.  “I’ll miss you Master Qui Gon, more than you’ll know.  You were my family when I was so very lost, you were the reason I met Obi Wan.  Thank you for all you taught and did for me.  Tell my Master hello and don’t worry about the boys, I got them from here.”          

“There is absolutely no hope of getting the boy ready in time,” Obi Wan rolled his eyes at you.

Knowing what a crunch you were under to make the festivities you glared at him.  Really this whole victory parade thing was something you could take or leave, preferably leave.  However as you, Anakin, and Obi Wan were guests of honor there was no avoiding it. “I’m quite aware of the time.”   

��Anakin hold still I’m almost done!”  you snapped a little in exasperation; it was like trying to braid a bowl of gelatin.  Looking at Obi Wan you raised an eyebrow.  “You could help.” 

“I still can’t believe I get to be a Jedi!”  Anakin wiggled to the side, still kicking his feet that dangled from the tall chair. 

Obi Wan extended his hand steadying the chair with the Force.  “A Padawan learner.  Then if you pass the trials and only then you will be a knight.”

“Thank you.”  Sighing in relief you were almost through the final braid wrap.

Anakin was undeterred, “And I get two Masters!”

“Well yeah Ani-man, you need the extra help to catch up.  DONE!”  Throwing up your hands you stepped back to examine your work.  At this point you were happy the braid was neat and looked uniform.

Obi Wan watched as you did a final inspection of Anakin’s robes, seeming satisfied.  The padawan braid thread was color twined of blue and gold, a gift from the Queen and her handmaidens.  He couldn’t help shaking his head again, still not quite believing that the two of you had somehow pulled this off.  The boy hopped down and excitedly skipped about the room.  “Can I go show Padme?”

“Yes.  She’s probably already at the staging area, just meet us there.”  Your terse tone belaying your exhaustion.   

You went to the mirror to check your own hair, yet again found to be falling out of place.  Sighing you pulled out the tie and finger combed the strands.  You were cursing under your breath to the reflection that didn’t look how you wanted it too.  “Sith Farking Hells… Damned stupid hair… should just chop it off.”

Obi Wan smirked as you tried yet again to put your hair up in a semi-symmetrical manner.  Anakin had dashed off to see his friend, finally leaving the two of you alone.  Taking the tie out of your hands he gathered the hair sifting out the knots.  “Here Darling let me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be short with either of you.”  The dark circles under your eyes matched the bruising on your face.  He had begged you to treat the injuries, but you had insisted that you bear them as penance.  Looking to him in the mirror as he pulled your hair back to braid it.  Obi Wan continued to stroke his fingers along your head and neck soothingly, taking his time.  When he was done you brought his arm around you, needing an anchor.  “Obi Boy are you… are you sure about this?  It wasn’t a very… I mean the timing…If you’d rather teach him on your own…”

“Ssshh.”  He turned you around to face him.  Neither of you had been given a moment to absorb all that had happened.  Obi Wan’s own feelings were a torrent waiting to be let loose, but for now he had other things to care for.  Cupping your face he brought his forehead to yours, “Y/n, I wouldn’t want to do this alone or with anyone else.”

Obi Wan held you close, burying his nose in your hair.  Your soft cries were muffled against his chest and it broke his heart again.  Raising your chin, he began kissing the tears away.  You held tightly to his arms, taking a steadying breath.  “There wee warrior, right as rain.”

“You’re too good to me.  I should be the one comforting you.”  You kissed the inside of his palm. 

“When there’s time love, when there’s time.”  Obi Wan gave your forehead another kiss.

“I’ll hold you to that Obi Boy.  Alright let’s get this show on the road.”  You pulled him to follow you, pausing when you felt resistance you were pulled back to him.

“We probably won’t get much time with each other alone, when we return.  So, I just wanted to do this.”  Obi Wan kissed you then, trying to encapsulate all that he felt.  It left you breathless, blinking up at him.  “I love you Y/n L/n.  Thank you for saving me.”

“Love you too Obi Wan Kenobi, and you never need to thank me for that.  You’ve saved me more times than you know.”  Pressing your forehead to his you tugged his arm again.  “Come on we gotta go get our kid.”

“Our Padawan, Master L/n.” 

“Oh I like that, Master Kenobi.”  Snorting you left hand in hand.

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[elliesirlgf]

Mutual Feeling. Pt.7

Ellie Williams x Fem!reader

A/N: …Hey…I forgot about this series honestly….It’s returned though! Let’s hope I don’t take another month or two to make part 8!! I know this should be longer since I haven’t continued this in forever,but I’m working on the next chapter right now, I swear.

Warnings: Angst,Spoilers,Major character death,Mentions of weed,Some dialogue is straight from the game, I did Ellie dirty fr.

You groaned,The snow outside getting even heavier if anything. You needed to stay with Ellie longer than you needed to,Which wasn’t something you wanted to do,Especially with how pissed you were at her,But you two wouldn’t make it a mile out there,so you had no choice.

Walking back down the stairs,You only seemed to notice how exhausted you were,Rubbing your eyes the whole trip down there. You stepped back into the ‘weed farm’ only to hear a loud noise coming from upstairs. Immediately,Ellie looked towards the door to find you standing there,Looking confused as ever. Your first instinct caused you to immediately draw your gun as you worried infected were now waiting for you. ‘But how? You were sure you locked and closed the door,and no windows were broken when the both of you had gotten inside.’ You walked up the stairs slowly,your back to the wall as your breathing became heavier,and your forehead getting sweaty. You were prepared to shoot at the first thing you see when you rounded the corner,but instead heard a voice calling out for….You.

“Y/n? Ellie?”

Jesse.

You called out to him immediately as he rushed over to you,A look of worry on his face. “You’re alright..” he sighed out in relief. “Where’s Ellie?” He asked,His voice sounding extremely concerned. “…Downstairs. Why? What’s going on?” Jesse started to freak you out,His breathing was heavy and the man looked like he had just gone through hell and back. Jesse completely disregarded your question as he walked—Pretty much ran downstairs. You followed behind him, your heart racing at what his next words would be. “Ellie.” Ellie’s snapped to jesse’s, a concerned look on her face. Your mind was flooded with a million questions, but there was just one you needed to ask. “Wait- Jesse, why aren’t you at the lookout?”

“Because Tommy and Joel didn’t show up!”

The room went silent for what felt like hours. Your breath hitched as you looked at Ellie, her face twinged into an expression that was unclear. Her eyebrows pinched together as she stood up. “What do you mean?” “We waited for them for an hour. ‘was looking for their horses when I saw lights.”

You knew. You knew this wasn’t gonna end well, and your stomach tightened at the thought.

Which led you here; Shaking Ellie’s limp and bloodied body. “Ellie? Ellie, wake up. Come on..” an expression of sadness poured into your face, Fearing the worst. What else could you think when Joel was just a bloody pulp behind you? You couldn’t even glance at the man, You saw enough when you walked in the room. You continue shaking and shaking and shaking until finally she woke up. “Ellie…I’m so sorry…” Ellie’s salty tears rolled down her cheeks as she choked back a sob, Continuing to stare at Joel’s lifeless body. “No…” she whispered, completely disregarding the pain that stung all throughout her body. “Jesse they’re down here!” You yelled, rubbing Ellie’s back to comfort her the best you could. That’s what she needed right now. Comfort.

And Revenge.

Tags: @iriecourtney here you go!! I hope you enjoyed, Part 8 will be incredibly longer!!

[late-to-the-party-81]

A/N: This is my entry for @boxofbonesfic Spooktacular Smutfest. I chose the prompt “There is something in the woods and it is old and hungry” and there are two dialogue prompts in bold.

This is my first attempt at writing something a bit dark. I hope you enjoy.

Length: 5.6k

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Reader

AU with no symbiont, so Eddie is just human.

Warnings for gratuitous smut, dub-con/r*pe by a demon tree (yeah not something I ever thought I’d have to tag for), and major character death. And crows. (They need a warning of their own)

The Green Man

You reached out your hand to change the radio station, but receive a small, playful slap to the wrist.

“Eddie, come on, this is crap.” The pounding heavy metal was giving you a bit of a headache.

“Uh-uh, you know the rules, babe, driver picks the tunes.”

“Okay, so when’s it my turn to drive then? We’ve been travelling for hours.”

“Not too far now, it’s around here, somewhere….”

He peered intently out of the windscreen, taking in all the road markers and landmarks.

You had a long weekend off together, and had agreed to go camping. But Eddie, being Eddie, said it couldn’t be one of many ‘official’ campsites near where you lived; “’cos babe, that’s not real camping. Nah, we gotta do it right.”

So you were off wild camping, at some spot recommended to Eddie by Peter, who, although he’d never been there, had heard about it from Steve and Bucky, or something like that. All you knew is that you were somewhere in New England, the tall trees towering along each side of the winding road.

Eddie must have found the landmark he was looking for as he let out a small exclamation of triumph before turning off onto a narrow track that lead between the trees. He slowed the car, to keep it in the obviously well used ruts and you took the opportunity to watch him.

He was a well-built guy, with short brown hair. There was a longer tuft on top which he tried to style but inevitably ended up flopping into his eyes. You’d never say it out loud, but it always looked kinda adorable when it happened. He had blue-grey eyes, flecked with hazel, with the cutest laughter lines in the corners. Just the right amount of scruff covered his cheeks and chin and he was tall enough to make you feel small and safe in his arms, without having to duck through every door frame. And talking of being in his arms, his solid frame had just enough give to make him the comfiest pillow and the most amazing ride!

And he was a giver in the bedroom, loving nothing more than to eat you out until you’d come at least twice, happy to try anything you suggested at least once. You know he got a little thrill from those occasions where you put yourself in charge.

You came back to yourself as the track came to an end in a stand of trees. But you both spied a small trail, for walking, leading away from it.

“Apparently, we follow the path for about 20 minutes, and we’ll reach a larger clearing and there’s a river nearby for getting water and washing.”

You rolled your eyes – you were NOT looking forward to washing in ice-cold water. Your plan was to heat some up on the fire and give yourself a quick once over with a towel.

You both got out of the battered, caramel coloured, saloon, the only car Eddie could afford right now, and gathered the small tent from the trunk, along with your back-packs, the camping pans clattering where they hung off the bottom.

Luckily the day was fairly warm and dry. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too cold overnight, but at least you would have a human shaped radiator pressed against you. You wound your way along the trail, taking in the beauty of the forest. It was early autumn, so still alright for camping out, but some of the trees were starting to change colour. Squirrels chattered in the trees and birds shrieked back at them, as they faced off against each other in the rush to find and store food for the winter.

You came to a sudden halt as you reached the clearing, Eddie bumping into your back with a small “oof”. It was almost a perfect circle, as if a hidden hand had plucked out the trees to create the shape. And in the centre, a very large and gnarly tree. Three times as thick in the trunk as the others, maybe more so. It’s giant roots snaked over the ground around it, rising up out of the soil and plunging back down and it’s leaves were all still a perfect green in contrast to those on the edge of the space. The branches spread out in all directions, some so long and thick they were starting to bow under their own weight. It was obvious that this tree was very, very old. The oldest living thing in the vicinity. Despite the warm sun on your back, you shuddered slightly.

You were brought out of your reverie by the clank of metal poles as Eddie emptied all the parts of the tent out of the bag.

“Babe – can you take the canteen down to the stream and get some water whilst I put the tent up?”

You stood on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Sure thing, sexy. Then I’ll collect some twigs and things to make a fire. Need to do that before the sun goes down.”

He dropped the tent fabric to grab you round your waist, swinging you around and nuzzling into your neck.

“God, you’re so sexy when you’re talking survival skills.” You laughed as you smacked his arm and he let you go. Untying the water canteen from the back of his bag you headed towards the sound of running water.

The river wasn’t visible from the clearing, but you headed up over a small ridge and down the fairly steep slope on the other side. There were plenty of twigs and small branches here and even some moss, which would be useful for starting the fire, although you knew Eddie had packed some firelighters.

The river was wider than you thought it would be, but that explained why you could hear it from your camp. There were plenty of large rocks in it, and the water burbled as it rushed around and over them. Taking off your shoes and socks, you rolled up the legs of your trousers. If you waded out a bit you could fill the canteen easier in the slightly deeper water.

The water was freezing and a small shriek escaped past your lips as you placed your foot into the shallows. Yeah, no way in hell were you going to wash in this river! You’d likely get hyperthermia.

Once the canteen was full you decided you would sit for a few minutes to let the still warm air dry your feet off a little. The idea of putting your socks back on over damp feet was not appealing. Clambering up onto once of the larger rocks on the river bank you settled yourself in the remains of the sun, closing your eyes and taking in the sounds of nature around you.

The light wind rustled the leaves. You could hear the beat of some bird’s wings. The squirrels were still chittering. There might even have been a woodpecker, you weren’t sure. A soft giggling…..hang on.

Your eyes snapped open. Giggling? It had sounded like a group of small girls. No….it must have been your imagination. Surely it was just the river and your ears playing tricks on you. You shook your head, put your shoes and socks back on and lugged the canteen back up the slope. You were definitely making Eddie get the next lot.

A couple of hours later and it was almost fully dark. Eddie had got the tent up, lain out your sleeping bags and blankets and then the pair of you had set about making the fire. You’d heated hotdogs on sticks and then decided to make a load of s’mores. If you couldn’t eat junk food when camping when could you?

Getting melted chocolate over your thumb Eddie took hold of your wrist and brought your hand up towards his mouth, eyes slightly hooded. You knew what he wanted, but the mischievous part of you twisted your wrist in his loose grip at the last minute and rubbed the gooey mess over his nose. He was shocked still for a moment and you laughed, pushing up from your seat on the log that he had placed near the fire for you.

“Minx!” He wiped his nose then shot up to follow you. You ran, laughing and shrieking from him, ending up on opposite sides of the large tree. You tried to double and triple back to get away from him, but when you made a break for it, he got hold of you and spun you, trapping you against the broad trunk.

“Hey babe.” He mouth was a hair breadth from yours. One hand was gripping your wrist, holding it up above your head. The other moved up to cup you cheek as his lips crashed down.

You sighed into him, hips rolling up against his, feeling him grow larger within his jeans. He growled into your mouth before trapping your lower lip between his teeth and pulling gently. Then he was letting go of the swollen flesh and pressing kisses to your neck. You shuddered in pleasure. Your knees always went weak when he did that, and he used it to his advantage.

He let go of your wrist as you sunk down, hands tugging at his belt and pulling the stiff fabric. His cock sprang free and he moaned at the freedom. But you didn’t give him long before sinking your mouth onto it.

“Oh god!” He flung his head back and rested one of his palms against the rough bark, to keep himself upright. His other hand came down to rest on your head. Your fingers gripped his thighs as you took him as deep as you could comfortably manage. You used your tongue to massage against the underside of him, drool pooling in your mouth and dripping out onto the dry earth around the roots of the tree. Eddie’s hips twitched and he tried desperately not to fuck into your face.

“Babebabebabe…..” You pulled off his cock and he dragged you back up. His big hands grasped the hem of your sweater and pulled it and your shirt off over your head in one go. You unbuttoned your jeans and shimmied them down your legs with your panties, toeing off your trainers as you went. He looped an arm under your butt and lifted you, leaning you against the massive tree for stability. Your arms wound round his neck and you were a mess as he sank a thick finger inside your molten heat.

Your legs clenched his waist and you couldn’t help but move against him, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his hand.

“Eddie, please…..” Your begging whine made him grin and he added another finger to your aching pussy.

“That’s it, sugar, ride my fingers like the good girl you are.” His thumb found your clit and you keened. You bounced harder, your back rubbing against the tree, breaking the skin, drawing blood. But you didn’t care. The pain and the pleasure combined and you came, burying your head in his neck, your muscles clenching down on his fingers.

He turned his face to your capturing your lips, his tongue invading your mouth, his scruff rubbing the delicate skin of your cheeks. He pulled his fingers from you, using the slick covering them, along with his own pre-come to lube up his cock. He lined himself up and sank into you.

“Fuuuuck, baby….” He smacked his wet hand against the trunk, leaving a trail of your combined juices along it. His hips snapped into you, and all you could do was hold on. Your fingers grasped at his short hair and your mouth sought his again. You were close, and you could tell he was too.

“This cunt is so good, sweet-thing. Swallowing me up. She’s always hungry for me.” You loved his dirty talk and pulled on his hair. His hand returned to your clit, pressing in circles, trying to bring you with him.

His rhythm faltered and he came in you with a shout, pinching your clit lightly and setting off your own orgasm. Your combined come was pressed out of you by your spasms, droplets falling to the ground as you writhed and mewled and rode out your pleasure.

Eddie slid his cock from you and carefully lowered you down to the ground. Your legs were wobbly and your fingers twisted into the fabric of his flannel shirt, holding you up as he tucked himself away. He pulled you close and the fabric, soft as it was, rubbed against the raw skin of your back. You hissed at the pain and jerked slightly.

Your boyfriend let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay, next time, we’ll find a comfier place baby. Come on, let’s get into the tent and I’ll put you some salve on. I don’t think you’ll be able to lie on your back tonight.”

You smiled against his lips.

“Just means I’ll have to ride you then.”

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You weren’t sure what woke you the next morning.

You sat bolt upright, breathing hard, a feeling of terror running through you. Had you had a nightmare? You couldn’t remember if you were dreaming before you woke or not.

Shaking the feeling off you turned to look at Eddie. He was still deeply asleep, snoring gently as he lay on his back, bare chested and an arm thrown over his head.

Digging through your bag, you gave yourself a quick refresh with wet wipes, before pulling on your jeans, tank top, and flannel shirt. Your plan was to heat some water and have a proper wash after breakfast.

You unzipped the door to the tent and stretched as you crawled out. It was misty, which hadn’t been forecast, but as autumn was on its way, it wasn’t a major surprise. But something felt….wrong. You brushed it off as the lingering feelings you’d felt when you woke.

Moving to the edge of the clearing you decided to collect more kindling for this morning’s fire. You winced slightly as you bent over, your clothing rubbing over the scrapes on your back from the night before. Grinning to yourself, because Eddie turning feral never ceased to turn you on, you loaded up an armful of sticks and twigs and crossed back over to the cold fire.

And screamed.

Dropping the wood you jumped backed, falling on your ass, and scrabbling backwards. Eddie shot out of the tent, in just his boxers. He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands running over your limbs, eyes focused on yours.

“Babe! What is it? You okay?”

Unable to articulate your terror, you whimpered and pointed in the direction of the fire pit. He turned, and took soft, careful steps towards it, stopping briefly to pick up one of the sticks you had dropped. You made yourself stand, so you could follow closely behind, almost pressed up against his broad back.

He bent over to look at what had scared you, wrinkling his nose.

“Well, that’s pretty weird and gross, I’ll give you that.” You peeked over his shoulder as he prodded with his stick.

The charred remains of a rabbit and a snake, the latter wrapped around the former, met your eyes. You felt silly now. Eddie was right, weird and gross, but not scary. The snake had obviously tried to constrict the rabbit, but the rabbit had fought back and they must have rolled into the remains of the fire after the pair of you went into the tent.

Grabbing another stick, Eddie used the pair to pick up your gruesome discovery and throw it into some bushes at the edge of the clearing. He then pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You alright now?”

“Yeah, thanks. It just freaked me out.”

“Anytime babe, anytime. Can you light the fire whilst I get my clothes on, then we can have some breakfast, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

His arms slid away from you and he sashayed towards the tent, intentionally wiggling his barely clothed ass, making you giggle. He was such a goof-ball some times. After he ducked in he threw the firelighters and matches out towards you.

You scraped away the ashes and rebuilt the fire. You felt a sense of satisfaction when you managed to get it going first time. A lot of the women you knew wouldn’t even attempt it.

You watched the smoke curled straight upwards. And that’s when the sense of unease hit you again. The air was still. Unnaturally so. And you couldn’t hear anything. Absolutely nothing. No birds. No squirrels, no leaves rustling in the wind.

Eddie clattered out of the tent, carrying the pans and a bag of oats. His carefree demeanour jolted you out of your thoughts – he always had that effect on you, able to draw you out of yourself with ease. He chatted inanely, making jokes and teasing you with soft touches and quick kisses as he made your breakfast. After eating you washed up and added some more wood to the fire.

“Babe, I’m gonna go down to the river to have a wash. You gonna come?”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling into it.

“Absolutely no way. I’ll heat some water and wash up here. That means you can take the canteen down with you.” Eddie muttered under his breath, something about ‘harsh taskmasters’, before collecting his towel and the now empty canteen.

“I’ll be back in a bit sugar. Don’t get lonely whilst I’m gone.” You rolled your eyes and gave him a small shove.

“The sooner you go, the sooner you get back.”

As Eddie disappeared over the ridge you started to heat the last of the water. Okay, it wasn’t going to be a bath, but the idea of getting cleaned up sounded wonderful. You spread a towel out on the floor, and stripped off your clothes. You started to rub yourself down, starting with your face. Whilst the water was warm, the air was chilled. The mist hadn’t burnt off as you’d expected and as you washed under your arms and across your breasts, your skin raised up with goose-bumps.

If you were lucky, maybe Eddie would raise more goose-bumps when he came back. God, you loved that man. Neither of you had said it to the other yet. Maybe you would tell him tonight over the campfire?

Your head jerked up as the unnatural quiet was broken by a loud squawk. A crow sat up on a branch of the giant tree, staring at you.

“Take a picture, birdbrain, it’ll last longer.” You went back to washing yourself down.

You and Eddie had met through his job and yours. The store you worked at got robbed, and somehow, you’d managed to trick the felon and lock him in a supply cupboard until the police arrived. Eddie was the reporter sent to interview you and the pair of you had ‘clicked’ almost immediately. As in, you had gone to show him the closet, and ended up with him on the floor between your thighs, giving you one of the best orgasms of your life.

As you washed between your legs the crow let out another cry.

“Pervert bird,” you muttered. You dried off and picked up your underwear. You were about to put it back on when your winged observer did something entirely unexpected. He lifted up from his perch and dived straight at you. You ducked to avoid collision and glared as he took a seat on another tree branch.

“Fucking stupid corvid!” He shrieked back then dived towards you again. You took a step backwards. You heard another cry, this time from the other side of you. You turned and narrowly avoided another crow.

“What the fuck???” You dropped your underwear as you dove away from the dive-bombing avians.

You ran further under the tree, hoping that the low-hanging branches would impede their attack. There was a reason you weren’t a fan of Hitchcock films, too close to reality for your liking. Both birds were shrieking now, diving at you, scratching with their claws and trying to peck you with their beaks. Where the heck was Eddie?

The tree wasn’t providing you with as much protection as you’d hoped. You were running around it’s girth, much like you had last night with Eddie, but now you were getting dizzy. You heard another strange noise, the strange giggling again. But you weren’t near the water like yesterday. The mist thickened inexplicably and you thrust your hands out in front of you, trying to pin point where the crows were from their cries, but the giggles and lack of vision were disorientating.

Then, almost as if in slow motion, your foot caught in one of the snake like roots and you tripped. Your head fell against the trunk and the world went black.

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It was warm and you could smell an earthy dampness all around.

You opened your eyes. Darkness surrounded you: There wasn’t a chink of light to be found. You sat up, and felt around with your hands. There was soft dirt beneath you. You stretched out further, turning onto your hands and knees, and carefully moved around. You explorations suggested that you were in a small space, surrounded by large roots, presumably underground.

“Hello!” You called out loudly. How did you get in here? Because if you got in, there must be a way out. Had Eddie realised you were gone yet? You didn’t know how long you had been unconscious.

A sound came from behind you, a giggle, and you whipped your head around, startled. You couldn’t see a thing.

“Who’s there?”

Another laugh, and you swore you felt something brushing against you. Like fingers, but also not.

Pressing into the nearest wall you started to claw at the soil slightly above your head. You had to get out!

Another brush, another soft, high pitched laugh. You could feel the terror building up inside you, filling your throat. You dug harder, your nails ripping on stones, fingers tangling in small roots.

“Help!!” Someone please help me!” You screamed, even though you knew it was most likely futile. Where was Eddie?

Your terror turned to hysteria when something grabbed hold of your ankle. Something thick and firm. Not a hand. You shrieked as it pulled you. A second ‘thing’ wound around you, flipping you onto your back. Your scrapes from the night before came open again as you were dragged over the ground. You screamed again at the pain and tried to beat at whatever was holding you with your fists.

“Getoffgetoffgetoff!”

It was firm, but supple. Round like rope, but smoother, thicker and slightly tapered. Like…like roots. Tree roots. You struggled and twisted, but another root came out and wound around your wrists, pining them together and holding them above your head. You came to a stop, but more roots snaked out, holding you down, pulling your legs apart.

They criss-crossed your chest, your breast poking up between them. More giggling, like there was more than one person…creature, and soft brushes against your nipples, making you gasp and buck your hips in reflex.

You couldn’t think, because being held captive by some kind of demon tree MADE NO SENSE. Stuff like that didn’t happen. But it was.

The soft, barely there, touches were now travelling across your body. And your body was responding, despite your best efforts. Your nipples stiffened and you could feel yourself getting wet.

“Getoffgetoffgetoff!” Another root twined around your leg, getting higher and higher. You tried to shuffle away, but you were held fast. It bluntly pushed against your folds, sliding in your juices, before pressing slowly, but firmly. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening, just repeating “it’s inside me” on loop.

Your hips bucked again at the stretch and you cried out. The root pulled out slightly before gliding back in, it’s passage eased by your slickness. And like with the touches, your body was enjoying it. The root was just the right thickness, filling you, pressing on your walls. The rounded tip was nudging that sweet spot inside you, making you see stars. Small grunts of pleasure were escaping your lips with each thrust.

The roots holding your legs moved, so they were bent at the knee, holding you further open. The one on your pussy pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and on edge.

“Nonononono!” You shook your head, protestations falling from your mouth as the now slick appendage pressed against your ass. As before, it was a slow but firm pressure, until it slipped past the tight ring of muscle. It thrust shallowly, gaining a greater reach with each forward thrust. It’s not like you’d never had anal sex before, but it wasn’t a regular part of your sexual repertoire, and you normally required a lot of prep to fully enjoy it. You breathed deeply through your nose, willing your body to relax. If this was going to happen, you ought to try and make sure it didn’t hurt too much.

Your body had just started to relax and get used to the intrusion when you felt pressure against your pussy again. By now, your brain had stopped trying to process anything logically, your terror slipping away, and you moaned in pleasure as you felt yourself fill up again. The two roots were rubbing against each other either side of your thin interior walls. The roots around your waist eased their hold slightly and your hips rolled instinctually. The soft touches returned across your breasts, some kind of fingers plucking and pulling at your nipples. And there, another touch, teasing your clit.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

You were rising higher, and, with a particularly hard pair of thrusts, your back arched and your mouth fell open. Another root wound its way loosely around your neck and pressed between your lips. It slid over your tongue and butted against the back of your throat. You were pinned and fully filled. You should still feel terrified, hysterical, like the rabbit caught in the coils of the snake, but all you could feel was bliss as you were stuffed and held captive.

The root around your neck started to tighten slightly, restricting your air flow and making you dizzy. The touch on your clit increased in pressure, the thrusting in your holes more intense, and then you were screaming silently around the appendage in your mouth and coming…..and coming…..and coming…….

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“Babe! Babe!” The sound of Eddie’s shout pressed into your brain, bringing you back to consciousness. “Are you okay? Answer me?”

You groaned and your eyes fluttered open. You were lying at the base of the large tree. Your head and ankle throbbed. For a moment you through everything that had happened was a dream, but other parts of you were also sore, and there was dirt encrusted around your ripped and ragged nails.

“Eddie!” Your voice came out in a rasp, your throat feeling the abuse it had been through. You pushed yourself to your feet, dirt streaked across your naked skin. For a moment your hand pressed against the trunk for balance and you felt a presence. You pulled it back quickly and turned towards the sound of Eddie crashing through the undergrowth in the fog.

He appeared in front of you, grasping your upper arms, mouth wide open as he took in your state.

“Oh my god, babe! What the fuck happened?” You sank against him. It would be alright now, now that Eddie had returned. He would make it all better.

“I…I…I just want to get out of here…please….”

He helped you walk over to the now extinguished fire and pull your clothes on. You were dirtier than when you started, but you no longer cared. Eddie ducked into the tent and grabbed your cash, cells and the car keys, then taking your hand and intertwining your fingers, he lead you off down the trail towards where the car was parked. You left everything else behind. The tent, sleeping bags and camping equipment, none of it mattered any more. The only thought in your head is that Eddie would make it okay.

You could feel his worry, and knew he wanted to ask you what had happened. But he could also tell that whatever it was, there would be time to talk about it when you both in a safer place.

The fog swirled around you, and you could barely see in front of your face. Your foot caught on something and you looked down.

“What the fuck?” It was a rock.

A rock that circled a fire pit.

Your and Eddie’s fire pit.

That you’d left behind a few minutes ago? Were you going round in circles? (Eddie can make it all better….)

“Erm, we must have got turned around babe. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the car soon.” He pulled you closer, trying to reassure you, before you both stepped back onto the trail together and continued walking. You huddled into his side, almost as if you were trying to burrow into his skin. His name circled around in your head like a prayer; EddieEddieEddie….

“Oh, fuckin’ hell!” Eddie let out a shout as he almost walked into the trunk of the big tree. (Eddie can make this all go away…)

You both hurried this time, getting onto the path and studiously keeping an eye on it, to make sure you were going straight forward. The wind picked up, and a crow landed on a bush in front of you. It looked you straight in the eye and caw-ed. You clutched Eddie’s arm, your heart lodged in your throat. (Bring Eddie to me…)

A few minutes later you tripped over the guy ropes of your abandoned tent. Your boyfriend looked at you and for the first time he looked scared.

“I…I…what’s going on babe? I don’t understand.” You both scrabbled up and jumped as a pair of crows shrieked at you both. The wind whipped around you, blowing leaves and twigs in your faces. (We need Eddie….)

And like before, the birds started to attack you, driving you both towards the tree. You grabbed a stout stick from the ground, swinging it at them trying to keep them back, but they were persistent. Tears were running down your cheeks. (Bring us Eddie…)

“Eddie, I’m scared, I’m so scared!” Your hand reached out behind you and rested on the tree……

There was a moment of perfect clarity. The terror dropped away. You knew what you had to do.

Turning, you swung the branch with all your might, connecting it with the back of Eddie’s head. You watched him drop like a stone to the ground before you collapsed after him.

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For the third time that day you rose out of unconsciousness. But now you knew.

You were back in the hollow under the tree. You knew it was dark, but now you could see. You looked around and you that’s when you saw them. The dryads.

They pushed their way through the soil to stand around you. They smiled and their hands, green and frond-like, gently touched you. They stroked your face. And then they giggled.

Oh how you loved them, your sisters. They helped you remove your clothes until you were as naked as them. You all pressed together and you noticed the green tinge creeping over your flesh. You could feel that the Green Man was pleased with his latest acquisition.

The dryads chittered at you, their language currently unknown, but their meaning clear. Your hands roamed all over each other and you could feel your desire blooming.

You were lost to your arousal until you heard a grunting noise from behind you. You broke away and turned. Your new eyesight let you see Eddie. Vines wrapped around his face, between is lips, gagging him, and thick roots held him propped up against the wall. His eyes were full of fear in the darkness.

Walking over you ran your hands over his jacket. Unable to see you, he jerked in his bonds.

“Ssshhhh, Eddie. It’s okay, it’s me….” He stilled at the sound of your voice. Reaching into his pocket you drew out his lighter, a proper metal one. You flicked the lid and spun the wheel, bringing the flame to life so he could see you. He blinked at the sudden brightness before he was able to focus on your face.

You looked at him and saw his beauty, his virility. You gently stroked his face. One of the dryads giggled and he tried to look past you.

“Eyes on me Eddie.”

He deserved to know, even if it would make no difference.

“We woke him up Eddie. The Green Man. When we fucked against the tree, he absorbed our essence and he wants more.” His eyes were wide, darting side to side.

“And I’m sorry, my darling. I am his now. But he needs you too. He’s been asleep for a long time. You can help him”

You bent down and pressed kisses to the parts of his face not covered by the vines. You felt a small pang inside you as you thought about how you would miss him.

“Don’t worry sweetheart. The pain only lasts a little while.” The roots and vines tightened, pulling him into the earth behind him. You could hear his screams through the gag, and cracking as his bones broke. But you were turning away, lured back to your sisters and your master. Soft touches covered your skin. A root curled up your leg. You smiled. You were part of the forest now.

[darling-i-read-it]

The White House

Fate Part 10

Series Masterlist

Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: violence, jealousy, guns,alcoholism

Author’s Note: It actually pained me to write conflict between the reader and Leon but I promise it will be better in the next part because I can’t stand it lol. I hope you all enjoy my hate for Helena! (is she like the only resident evil character I dislike? Yes. is it souley because she kept saying ‘i’ll explain it to you soon’? yes.)

Summary: There’s a outbreak at the white house which causes you to have to kill the President. You run into Helena Harper who drags you and Leon to a cathedral.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

I use some dialogue directly from the show so it may sound familiar

(not my gif)

“Don’t make me do this! Adam!” Leon yelled.

The President fell to the ground, dead. Your bullet had just pierced through his brain, though it was worth it. He was heading right for your husband. Adam fell to the ground and Leon looked down at him. Some other women, a brunette, was standing in the room as well. There were three guns up but yours was the only one that fired.

Leon slowly lowered his gun, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“Are you okay?” you asked. He looked down at his dead friend. The President had been a friend of yours for years, ever since he took over for Ashley’s dad. Leon had really admired him. Adam was the one who made Leon a government agent. “Leon?”

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.”

“Of course.” The brunette put her gun down as well.

“I...I did this,” she said, tears pricking her eyes. You couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. He hadn’t been coming for her and she hadn’t pulled the trigger.

“What are you talking about?” Leon asked roughly. Clearly he was feeling the same tinge of annoyance. He was good at that. She wiped a tear from her cheek.

“Tall Oaks Cathedral. I’ll explain everything there, Agent Kennedy,” she said. You pursed your lips and give Leon a look.

“How do you know my name?” Leon asked. A phone rang. You all took out your phones but it was hers.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Thank God you’re all alright,” you heard Hunnigan say. Your eyes went wide.

“Hunnigan?” Leon questioned.

“Ingrid?” You felt a stab of betrayal. You had worked with her for years and actually never thought she worked with anyone else but Leon. Let alone this random lady you met who was crying about someone she didn’t even know. “How do you two know each other?”

“This is Helena Harper. She’s been with the Secret Service since last year. I can’t tell you how good it is to hear that you’re all alright.”

“Why do I feel like I’ve been cheated on,” you muttered. Leon nudged you and you nudged him back.

“Relax Y/N, you’re still the favorite. I hate to rush all this but I need a report on your situation,” she said. You looked over at the dead President.

“I just shot the President,” you said.

“I resent my last statement,” Hunnigan said, leaning forward.

“He was already infected by the time we found him,” Leon said, jumping in. “Y/N did what she had to. She saved my life.”

“Not the first time,” Hunnigan muttered, typing furiously on her computer. “God help us. Alright, I’ll submit the report you just focus on getting the hell out of there. The virus has already spread three miles past the campus perimeter and it’s not slowing down. You need to hurry,” she explained.

“Not before we check out Tall Oaks Cathedral. Agent Kennedy’s got a lead that might tell us who’s responsible for this.” You scoffed.

“Which Kennedy?” Hunnigan asked, still typing.

“Leon,” she said, quickly.

“Is this true Leon?” Hunnigan asked. Helena and Leon looked at each other and then he looked at you. You gave him a hard gaze.

“Yeah...I think I might have something,” he settled. You turned around, shaking your head.

“Roger that. I’ll map out the safest access route. Keep your radio on.” Hunnigan cut the line.

“I got a lead?” Leon asked.

“He got a lead?” you asked, louder.

“You will if you follow me,” she said to the both of you.

“What’s so special about this church? You have sins to confess Helena?” you questioned.

“It’s hard to explain. If I don’t tell you at the cathedral...you may not believe me.” You stared at each other for a second. You had known her for all of three seconds and she was getting on your nerves.

“Try me,” you said.

“Y/N,” Leon said.

“Don’t Y/N me Leon.”

“We don’t have time to argue,” he said. “Let’s just go.” He put his hand on your elbow and damnit if he wasn’t the love of your life you might’ve slapped him in the face.

“Alright Harper,” you said bitterly. “Lead us to your beloved cathedral.”

=====

“You guys buckled in?” Leon asked, backing up the truck you had just hijacked.

“Yep!” Helena said, grabbing the side of the car door.

“Yes sir,” you muttered offhandedly. He pushed hard on the gas and broke through the line of zombies in your way. The car jerked. You had just made it out of the White House and were following Hunnigan’s way to the cathedral. Slowly but surely. “You’re an awful driver,” you said as he crashed into another car.

“Yeah well we’re just lucky you aren’t driving,” he said. You rolled your eyes just as the car spun out and flipped. You grunted from the pain of the seat belt holding you up. Leon unbuckled his seat belt and fell to the ground. Helena climbed out. Your side was starting to catch fire.

Leon reached back into the car and helped pull you out.

“Are you okay?” he asked quickly, looking you over. You nodded. Helena’s phone beeped.

“Are you guys okay?” Hunnigan asked.

“Hanging in there. But we need another way to the cathedral,” Leon said, still holding onto your arm for dear life.

“Well I’ve found an underground route that may be safer.”

“The sewers huh? Great,” Leon muttered. He opened up the sewer lid and tossed it to the side. “Ladies first.” You took a step forward but Helena walked in front of you, taking Leon’s help and jumping down. You pursed your lips. She didn’t care about Leon, you reminded yourself. She had ulterior motives.

You and Leon had been okay lately. Busy. You had spent years being busy. Despite working together and trusting each other with your lives, you felt a bit distant from him. He was dealing with things differently. You were working. He was drinking.

It was okay. It wasn’t great but it was okay.

You took his hand and jumped down. You got your balance carefully as you heard Leon land. Helena almost fell over and he grabbed her arm, helping her up. Their flashlights illuminated each other's faces.

There it was.

Jealousy.

Leon loved you, he’d loved you for years and years. This was some lady he just met like an hour ago. Leon had this thing about saving everyone ever. You knew that. You loved it about him. Helena didn’t even know him. She doesn’t know that about him.

But those eyes. Her eyes. It was your eyes. He let go of her. You wondered how long he had held on. A second? A minute? A fucking lifetime?

You looked away. You had just been chasisting Helena in your head for crying earlier about something stupid now here you were, tears welling in your eyes. You shook them off and walked onto the train tracks.

“We need to move,” you said. Your voice broke in the middle of the sentence. You scoffed at yourself. “If you ever wanna see that church,” you said for security, your voice stronger.

You looked at Leon and he read you like a book. Something was wrong. You looked away quickly.

====

You arrived at the church later that night. You had just had a hell of a fight outside. It was nice to be with actual people inside the warm church. Helena mentioned that there was a secret passageway through the main part of the main room. Leon and her were running around the many rooms to find it. You had been tasked to help the people calm down.

Never had been your strong suit. It was more Leon’s field.

Screw Helena.

“It’s okay sir. We’re going to help in any way we can,” you said, smiling gently.

“I think we got it!” Leon called from the second floor. You looked up and nodded curtly. The floor opened to a staircase. Leon hoped down and so did Helena. He helped her. Polite. He was being polite.

You messed with your wedding ring as something came out from the staircase. No time to care about this stupid made up problem. You pulled out your gun.

====

Ada had a tape down in the basement of the cathedral. She had crawled her way out of an egg or something. You chose to believe that wasn’t your Ada. It couldn’t be. Sure, she was kinda annoyingly mysterious and she could be questionable but she wasn’t made of science.

A door was brought down between the three of you, leaving you and Helena on one side and Leon on the other. Wonderful.

“Is he going to be okay?” she asked.

“He’ll be fine,” you promised. “He can handle himself.” He was going to open the door upstairs and the two of you would be back with him in no time. You walked to find a closer way to get out of here. Helena followed.

“How long have you guys been married?”

“Five years,” you said dryly. She nodded. You loaded your gun as you turned the corner, just in case.

“And you’ve been working together ever since?” You were slightly annoyed she was asking about your marriage.

“Since before. He taught me how to work a gun actually,” you said, remembering fondly. Everytime you picked up a gun you thought of it, even if the memory was faint.

“Nice guy.”

“Always has been.” The door pushed open. Leon stumbled out.

“There you are,” she said.

“Here I am,” he breathed. “You girls okay?”

“Always,” you said.

====

Deborah, Helena’s sister, was hanging off her shoulder. You walked with Leon in front of them.

“She should tell us what the fuck this is all about,” you muttered.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your arm as you walked. His fingers brushed the skin of your wrist. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“Me? Nothings going on with me!” you said. He gave you a long look.

“You haven’t kissed me once in the last three hours. I know we’re like, on the edge of death but we’re on the edge of death every other week. You keep rolling your eyes at me. You’re snapping at Helena, you've shot every zombie one more time than you need to. You even snapped at Hunnigan. Come on babe.” You didn’t look at him.

“Stop staring at me.”

“I will, when you come clean.”

“It’s stupid.” “I’m stupid.”

“You are not.” You laughed gently. He had that way about him. He always made you laugh. “It’s just-”

Deborah fell to the ground. Her back cracked. Damn. Duty calls.

====

Ada came out of the darkness and shot at Helena. She was good at saving the day and boy were you happy to see her.

“If it isn’t my favorite agents.” She tossed you a ring.

“What’s this? A ring? Ada I’m flattered.”

“Don’t go getting any ideas. It’ll make sense later.” You nodded.

“I trust you.” “You shouldn’t!”

She slipped over the edge. It had been a long time since you’d seen Ada about to die from falling but you remembered it like it was yesterday. You reached down and helped her up. She looked in your eyes. She read you like a book.

“Trouble in paradise?” she questioned. Genuine concern was laced in her voice.

“No.”

“Good. If you two don’t make it I think I might actually cry.”

You turned to kill Debroah. Ada followed suit.

====

Helena spilled her guts, after a gentle push from Ada. You loved her.

“I helped Simmons breach the president’s security.”

“So it was your fault,” you said, crossing your arms. “I thought you were being dramatic.”

“That sounds like Simmons alright,” Ada said, putting her hands on her hips.

“Why the hell would he do all this?” Leon asked.

“Long story.” Her phone rang. She took it out and glanced at it. “We’re up against the people who really run this country. In a very dangerous game and if you don’t play your hand right ....”

She pulled out her grappling hook and jumped away. You smiled.

“Very like her.”

Leon’s phone rang. He looked at you.

“See, she’s mad at you,” he said. You scoffed.

“Where are you?” Hunnigan asked.

“It’s Simmons. Hunnigan you need to be careful I think he’s the one who did all-” he started but was cut off.

“Did I hear my name?” Simmons came into frame. He hung the phone up.

“Fuck that guy,” you muttered. Leon nodded.

“Damn right.”

Part 11

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[bt-writing]

Stories

Kaedehara Kazuha x f!Reader

A/N: aah i’ve been working on this one for a while! i really hoped to get it posted today, so i’m sorry if it sounds rushed;; there are some intense scenes later in the story so please be aware if you’re sensitive towards that! i tried to write an inazuma setting so i hope i used accurate terms. it's heavily inspired by teapot dialogue and kazuha's character stories// the bake-danuki mentioned are the little tanuki who prank people and dance

warnings: swearing, light blood, violence, break-in, intense scene, ooc, reader mentioned to be smaller than kazuha

SFW

word count: 5.8k

summary: You live in a forest far from the city. When someone knocks on your door during a storm, will you regret opening it to greet them?

Crash!

Lightning struck nearby, its booming echo piercing through the dense rain. The night sky was pitch black, visible only when another flash of lightning sparked life into the thunder clouds. The intensity of Inazuma's storms had been slowly increasing as of late.

From the safety of my home, I watched the tall Aralia trees—which usually swayed peacefully—be harshly blown by the storm's aggressive winds. The force of the downpour caused the rain to fall diagonally, agitating all the nearby greenery and sending wildlife into hiding.

I returned my attention to the kettle of tea brewing. Stormy weather was unpleasant if you were caught outside during its onslaught, but wonderful background noise to enjoy a book to. I've always found the sound of drumming rain to be therapeutic, even if its current intentions were anything but. Tension disappeared from my body just from the thought of snuggling under my kotatsu with some hot tea and the latest novel I purchased.

A sudden knock brought me out of my musings. That couldn't be right. Why would anyone be outside so late in this weather, and at my door, nonetheless? A few seconds passed in silence. Before I could write off the sound as my imagination, a second series of knocks from my front door confirmed the existence of a visitor. I skeptically made my way to the door, opening it to greet whatever mysterious person found their way there.

Standing in front of me was a young, white haired man, soaked by the rain from head to toe. He was on the shorter side and had a non-threatening presence, although my eyes were instinctively drawn to the sheathed sword at his hip. Warm-colored maple leaf patterns painted his black yukata—it was only the top layer to a second white and red one. His forearms were wrapped in bandages and shiny, black armor plating. I brought my focus to his face. The man's eyes were a fiery red, yet felt mysteriously peaceful to look into. Dripping white bangs tickled his pink nose and soft cheeks. My unexpected visitor was quite handsome.

"Good evening, miss. I hope I'm not disturbing you by showing up so late?" he spoke. His voice had a soft, soothing tone that effortlessly carried his smile in it.

"U-um, no! It's alright." I was caught off-guard by the situation but tried not to let my confusion be too evident on my face. How long had this guy been outside for? The wind probably would've blown me away the second I went out. Not wanting to keep the man there longer than need be, I asked, "Is there something I can help you with, sir?"

He nodded.

"I am a wanderer who's been caught in this storm-" That much was obvious. "But, there aren't many places nearby that offer shelter. Usually, I try to find unoccupied caves or abandoned temples, but it appears those options aren't available tonight." He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing a hand over his nape. "I thought I would try my luck at a nearby house. Although, it's alright if you turn me away. I understand how a stranger asking for shelter late at night can appear from your perspective."

This traveler had a point. Red flags should be waving all around, keeping me on guard from any potential danger. They should, and yet, I found myself feeling comfortable with him. He wasn't pushy or agitated and even acknowledged how the situation looked objectively. Besides his words, the man himself made me curious; I wanted to learn what would happen if I let him inside. Doing just that, I pulled my door open for him.

"You are welcome to stay here for the night. Let me grab some tea and something for you to dry yourself off with," I said, closing the door behind him once he stepped inside. Water instantly began pooling on the floor where he stood. The layers of his outfit were thick and the water weight only made it appear more uncomfortable. "I can take some of your clothes and set them to dry by the fire if you'd like?"

"Please," he agreed. I noticed his hands were covered in small scars and callouses—proof of his experience wielding a blade. I watched them unwrap the black and red scarves from around his neck and hang them over his forearm. Next, they slowly untucked his black yukata from his belt, then slid the garment off his shoulders. I only caught myself staring when he began removing the white yukata. His chest was now exposed, showing the droplets of water that trailed over his muscular chest and abdomen, tempting my eyes to fall lower. I felt my cheeks growing warm at the sight.

"Uh, wait a second! Let me grab you a change of clothes first! I should have something that fits..." I shuffled away into another room before he could respond, returning moments later with a towel and an oversized outfit for my very handsome guest. Thankfully for my sanity, he had stopped stripping in my absence and patiently waited for his clothes.

I excused myself while he changed. Upon announcing that he was finished, I took his folded, wet clothes into the kitchen and placed them by the open fire to dry. I set the still warm kettle of tea and two cups onto a tray, carrying it out into the living room. The man had remained near the front door, not daring to cross any boundaries while I wasn't present. He was very polite, I noted.

"Here, come sit. I actually had some tea brewing when you arrived, so it's still fresh," I smiled, pouring him a cup as he sat across the kotatsu from me.

"Thank you, miss. You're very kind to be doing all of this for me." His movements were graceful as he accepted the tea, bringing the cup to his lips and blowing on the drink's steam.

I took the moment of silence to study him again. The top he now had was a white, long-sleeved piece meant to be worn beneath outer layers. It ended up fitting wrong on me but looked rather nice on him. It hugged his chest, stretching over his muscles and leaving little to the imagination. His arms were hidden by a comfortable, earthy green haori. I also took notice of his hair, now removed from the ponytail's hair tie and falling just above his shoulders. Some of the wet strands had curled slightly, mixing with the red streak and cutely framing his face.

My guest sighed appreciatively after taking a sip from his cup.

"Ah, pardon me for not introducing myself. My name is Kaedehara Kazuha. Please, call me Kazuha."

Kaedehara Kazuha. I thought his name fit him nicely. It was smooth, like his voice, and rolled off the tongue easily.

"Kaedehara... that sounds familiar," I wondered aloud. Kazuha hummed in response.

"The Kaedehara Clan used to be a renowned noble house, but has fallen from grace over time. It has long since held its previous status. I would've been the one to inherit the Clan's wealth and prestige, but it appears the Archons had other plans for me." Kazuha didn't sound upset while revealing this information. Rather, he sounded quite relieved while speaking of his clan.

"I see." I nodded in acknowledgment. "My name is (Y/N). It's very nice to meet you, Kazuha."

"The pleasure is mine, (Y/N). It's rare that people are willing to house wanderers like myself on such short notice. The weather lately has been difficult to travel in without some form of shelter, as well. Though, I wasn't expecting to find a house so far away from the city," he commented. It was true. My house was far from Inazuma City, and there weren't any villages around for miles. I had lived alone here for some time.

I awkwardly laughed out. "Yeah, I'm probably the only person around in this forest. I moved out here a while ago, trying to escape the city."

Thunder clapped outside, reminding me of the storm that continued to rage. I couldn't help but grimace at the thought of it damaging my house somehow. That would be a pain in the ass to repair.

"I have many unhappy memories from the last time I was in the city. It got to the point where I couldn't stand living there, so I thought moving out here would help me a bit," I explained. "It ended up being a good decision! I'm an author, so gaining new experience out here has been really beneficial for my writing."

Kazuha smiled softly at me, as if he related to my struggles.

"I understand the stress that comes from living in the city quite well. Having the opportunity to travel through nature the way I do is truly a blessing. Your heart calms when you're alone, and you're able to appreciate the beauty in the land around you. Sometimes, you'll even end up having special encounters, such as this one."

Kazuha had a way of speaking that was very dreamy; each word was laced with empathy and genuine interest in the conversation.

I found myself relaxing around Kazuha. We had only just met, yet conversing with him felt unexplainably natural, as though we'd been well acquainted for a long time. I was nervous opening my door to him at first. Inazuma's storms were not to be taken lightly—I would have felt terrible leaving him outside to brave the weather. Taking him in turned out to be the right decision, and one I would have done many times over.

Our conversation carried on for a while. Kazuha told stories of his travels and the most recent places he visited, while I talked about the latest novel I was writing. I learned he enjoyed poetry and had the curious talent of turning leaves into makeshift instruments. Autumn was his favorite season, as it had the best weather and was the most opportune time to enjoy the scarlet maple leaves. The night grew late before we ended our conversation, fresh out of tea and feeling sleepy.

I made Kazuha a temporary bed on the living room floor. We said our goodnights before I departed into the other room, crawling into bed more satisfied than usual with the day's end.

-

Kazuha had left early the following morning, only after profusely thanking me. Our time together was pleasant, so I told him he was always welcome to stay when he found himself in the area. He responded with a smile and wave, leaving me to return to my usual routine. I wouldn't see my traveling friend again until a couple of weeks later.

The next time Kazuha appeared on my doorstep, the sunset had already covered the sky in bright shades of orange and pink. In his hands was a small box filled with sweets, "repayment for last time," he had said. I laughed at his antics and brought him inside.

After I (barely) managed to convince him to share the box of desserts with me, we quickly fell into easy conversation. He recounted his latest adventures and the various people he met, while I updated him on my relatively calm life out in the forest.

This became a normal thing between the two of us. Every few weeks, Kazuha would show up at my house with some new gift he picked up on his travels. His presents constantly varied. Sometimes, he arrived with a box tricolor dango and sakura mochi, or he had small decorations and trinkets for my shelves. Once, he even brought a kitsune mask from a festival held on the other side of the island from me, paired with a vivid recollection of the beautiful firework shows.

I loved listening to Kazuha's stories more than anything else. They were so beautifully told that I felt I was there experiencing the events alongside him. I felt as though I had passed my own hand through the sakura blooms beneath the Sacred Sakura of the Grand Narukami Shrine, catching the soft pink petals in my palm. I felt as though I had walked along the Araumi shore that was sprinkled with vibrant blue sea ganodermas and cherry-colored crabs that blew bubbles in the water. A large number of his tales became inspiration for my writing; in his absence, I eagerly awaited his return just so I could hear more. Just so I could see him again.

Before I knew it, Kazuha had become my motivation and my muse.

-

Storms plagued the sky again tonight. Heavy, thick drops of rain fell non-stop against my roof and the rest of my house creaked and moaned under the force of the wind. I shifted cozily in my bed, sleepy and unbothered by the typical Inazuman weather.

I didn't fight against my thoughts as they drifted to the frequent occupant of my mind. Kazuha hadn't visited in a while—longer than he usually was gone, in fact. The last time we were together, he said he planned on traveling past Narukami Island. I wondered what he was doing. Perhaps he found some abandoned ruins, overtaken by vegetation and aged by the weather, or an old shrine, still being cared for by a friendly village. Maybe he found a nice spot to watch the clouds pass and play a song on his leaf flute. I hoped he was somewhere that made him happy.

I did worry for Kazuha every time he left, but my trust in him outweighed any of my nervous feelings. I knew he was a level-headed, experienced traveler who could protect himself from danger. To offset the small frown on my lips, I buried my face in my pillow and forced myself to think positively. If I let myself think the worst every time Kazuha went on a new journey, I would give myself an aneurysm.

Instead, I tried to guess what gift Kazuha would share with me the next time he visited. I loved everything he brought back, regardless of the quality or cost. The last gift he brought me, I was particularly fond of. It was a small teru teru bozu doll, but the usual string had been replaced by a black and red ribbon. The doll appeared as if it was wearing a miniature version of Kazuha's scarves. It rested on my bedside table, propped up against-

Crack!

I jolted up into a sitting position. A loud noise had sounded through the house, too nearby to have been thunder. My heart beat painfully fast, having gone from steady to frantic in just a second. Adrenaline killed all the haze in my brain and made me fully alert. In the dead silence, I heard footsteps make their way to my bedroom door.

I completely froze.

My chest was tight and my body went stiff. The shock was short-lived and overwhelmingly replaced with fear as the door violently swung open. Its momentum caused it to bounce off of the wall, vibrating the room and making a terrible booming sound. My blood ran cold.

This was my first time experiencing a break-in, and I was utterly terrified. I was terrified of the way the shadowy figure stood in the doorway, looming and unbalanced, disguised by the darkness of the room. I was terrified of the sounds they let out: heavy pants that could have easily been called growls. I was terrified of the unavoidable reality I faced, the reality of being completely alone and defenseless at this moment.

But, more than anything, I was terrified of the long knife they held in their hand, pointed accusingly and directly at me.

My fight or flight sense kicked in harder than it ever had before when a throaty yell came from the intruder. I dove out of my bed and onto the floor as they leaped at me, knife digging deep into my mattress. I didn't have time to think of excuses. My brain was completely focused on escaping this person who had obvious intent to kill.

I forced myself off of the floor, stumbling forwards. They quickly climbed over my bed and dove at my low position. My stomach dropped as a vice-like grip squeezed my ankle. Their fingers were long and boney as they dug into me. In tandem, I harshly yanked my leg away and pulled my dresser over, trying to hit them with its momentum. They realized my plan and released their hold, barely dodging the dresser as it crashed onto the ground.

The large piece of furniture created a temporary blockade between myself and the intruder, giving me time to bound towards the door. If I could make it out of my room, I had two options: I could escape the house through the front door or grab a knife from the kitchen and fight back. These thoughts were useless, however. I wasn't even able to make it out of the bedroom.

The same iron grip that had bruised my ankle bunched the fabric of my shirt. It tugged—hard—and I was thrown onto the floor even deeper into the room. The air was roughly knocked from my lungs and winded me. I was lightheaded and dizzy, but I forced myself to shuffle back against the wall in a desperate attempt to put distance between us. This person now blocked me from the room's only exit and trapped me into a corner.

I flinched, startled by a flash of lightning outside. The window let in the sudden white light, illuminating the face of the person who stood over me, still wielding a long knife. I could make out the face of a man. His cheeks were hollow and his eyebrows were pinched above wide and crazy eyes. His mouth hung open, taking in huge, greedy breaths. It seemed that he was covered in blotches of dirt and his clothes were torn in several places, as if he had gotten into a fight outside. I couldn't make out any injuries on his body, however.

The light disappeared as just as quickly as it arrived, allowing the shadows of the room to submerge us back in its depths. My body was shaking and a cold sweat had long since broken out.

"W-Who are you?! Why are you attacking me?" I cried out. This only agitated the man further.

"Don't play your games with me, you damn bake-danuki!" he shouted, pointing the weapon more confrontationally at me. "I know how your pranks work all too well! Do you even realize what you've put me through, you little shit?" His jaw was tightly clenched, straining the muscles in his neck. The arm that pointed the knife at me was shaking, presumably due to the strength of his grip.

This man was absolutely insane.

"Bake-danuki?!" I gasped out. "You're crazy! I'm not a bake-danuki! I'm a human! I don't even know who you are, you broke into my house!"

He let out a groan and yelled, "Shut up!" Lunging towards me, he stabbed his knife directly at my face.

I threw my body onto the ground, avoiding the blade now lodged deep into my wall. This angered the crazy man even further. He gave up on the knife and jumped on top of me, straddling my body on the ground. I hit and clawed at his arms as they reached towards me. Gross hands wrapped tightly around my neck. I began to panic and scratched him more, but he was unaffected by my attempts. We glared at each other with equal ferocity until black dots began blurring my vision. He continued shouting at me.

"You think I'm stupid?! No one would have their home out here, in the middle of nowhere, except for you conniving little bake-danuki! I'm so-" Pant. "Damn-" Pant. "Tired of you!" He spat out, heavily gasping. I felt my eyes begin to roll back.

"Can't laugh now, can ya? Now that you're on the losing side, huh? Don't worry. I'll be laughing plenty enough for the both of us once-"

Air raced back into my lungs as his hands released my throat. I didn't have much time to savor the feeling as I was immediately yanked up. I was sitting on the floor still, but instead of the wall behind me, it was the chest of the intruder, legs on either side of me. One hand gripped my jaw painfully and forced my face up. I figured the other was holding the blade I felt pressed against my neck.

I didn't have many other options but to look forwards, instantly seeing what had caused the shift in the man.

Even though it was dark in the room, I could clearly make out Kazuha's familiar figure, which had just walked in through the doorway. His sword was sheathed and he held both his hands parallel to his head. We were on opposite sides of the room from each other, but his presence alone filled me with hope again.

"K-Kazu-"

"Shut up, bake-danuki." Kazuha cut me off sharply. I was taken aback for a moment. His voice was still and emotionless. I could feel the man shift uncomfortably behind me.

"W-Who are you? How did you find this place?" The man stuttered out. He didn't sound like he trusted Kazuha, but was also much less aggressive to him than he was with me.

"It appears we've come for the same reason, no?" Kazuha tilted his head at me. "This bake-danuki has been tormenting me for weeks. It was time I came and put a permanent end to its games."

I felt the man slowly, but eagerly sit up behind me to respond. "Yes! Yes, I know exactly what you mean!" He let out a relieved, airy laugh. It was the laugh of someone who had been driven to the brink of insanity for a while. "I've been lost out here for days, and it's all because of them! Every time I think I've found food or water, or even someone's house! I get pranked by the bake-danukis! I just couldn't take it anymore..." His mood dropped as he held the knife closer to my throat, opening a small cut. "It's just so cruel what you vile things do to us," he complained. His hot breath in my ear made me cringe.

My body hurt from the fight earlier and the interaction occurring made my head throb. It was hard to think straight, but there really wasn't much I could do in this position to begin with. I just had to trust Kazuha to save me.

Kazuha began taking slow, cautious steps forwards as to not alarm the man behind me.

"I understand. This house we are inside of right now... It used to be mine. This bake-danuki here forced me to give it up. In return, I would be spared from its ceaseless pranks." He knelt down onto one knee, still a few feet away from us. "Please, if you understand how I feel... Give this one to me. Let me take care of its punishment. In return, I'll let you stay in this house, where there is real food and real water. Do we have a deal?" Kazuha was close enough to see his face clearly. His kind, gentle smile sat on his face, just as it always had. His eyes, however, told a completely different story. They were serious and intense, threatening the man to accept his offer.

The room was silent except for the rain that fell outside—the rain that had once been so loud and comforting, now only a whisper compared to the suffocating tension in the air.

My jaw was suddenly released and the knife retracted from my neck. The man shoved my body forwards and pushed me into Kazuha, who protectingly wrapped his arm around my waist and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"A-alright. As long as you promise me this house won't disappear once you leave, I'll let you take that one." He was looking around paranoid, like he expected the walls to collapse after releasing me.

Kazuha pulled me up to stand with him, holding my wrist with feigned strength. "You have my word."

He wasted no time swiftly rushing me out of the bedroom. The second I made it through the doorway, a massive weight fell off of my shoulders and the air became breathable once again. Now that we were in my living room, I could see the source of the loud "crack!" from earlier. The front door was busted open, broken from its hinges, letting moonlight and rain pour through.

Kazuha took long steps through the room, splashing in puddles from his haste. He dragged me along with him until we were through the ruined doorway and out of the house entirely.

Thunder boomed in the distance and rain instantly drenched us. Kazuha turned partially towards me, a serious expression on his face.

"Jump."

I barely realized what he said before I felt a strong force pushing my back. I gasped and did as he ordered, jumping along with its momentum. My body was thrown against Kazuha's. Our chests were flush against each other and my thighs wrapped around his sides. Kazuha had picked me up by the waist with one arm in order to carry me. His other arm was supported underneath my legs.

I felt like I had to say something, but the words died off on my tongue. I was still trying to process everything that had just happened inside, let alone whatever Kazuha had planned outside.

His hold on me tightened. Unlike the hateful grip of the intruder, I felt safe and secure in his arms.

"Hold on tight," Kazuha commanded. He began running while holding me, quickly making his way through the forest of trees that surrounded my house. The downpour and leaves crunching under Kazuha's feet were the only sounds made. My adrenaline began to wear off and I felt extremely heavy. Confusion made my head spin and questions raced through my mind. I placed my hands on Kazuha's shoulders, leaning back to look into his face.

"Kazuha! I-That man! He just broke in! I didn't know what was happening until it was too late..." I quickly explained. Words basically began spilling out my mouth before they held any meaning to my brain. "I was just laying in bed and t-then I heard this loud noise! But, before I could do anything, he was already in my room a-and he had a knife!" My voice was shaky and emotional. What a terrible story I had for him this time. Everything had happened so fast. The reality of the danger I was in crushed me all of the sudden now that I knew I was safe. Tears began spilling from my eyes as I gripped his shoulders tighter. "H-he had a knife, Kazuha! I didn't do anything to him but he still seriously t-tried-"

"Calm down, (Y/N)," Kazuha spoke. It was the same gentle, soothing tone he used the day we met, along with every day after that. It was the only tone he ever used with me. This time, its purpose was to console my fear. I felt his thumb tracing over my back. "You're okay now. I promise, I won't ever let anyone hurt you again."

My lip quivered while I looked into his warm eyes. I believed every word he said to me.

The area we were in now was unfamiliar in the darkness. I had been so focused on everything else that I wasn't even aware of where Kazuha was taking me.

"Kazuha... Where are we going?"

"There is a village in this direction, although it is quite some distance away. Please, be patient. I'll get you there as soon as I can."

"So far? Y-you usually stay in abandoned caves and temples, right? Why don't we look for one nearby and wait out this storm?" I asked. I was bruised and tired, but I wasn't in need of emergency care by a long shot.

He shook his head, his wet hair tickling my knuckles. "It's not safe here. Not while we're so close to that man." I frowned.

"Kazuha... I trust you to protect me, though. It's better if we rest somewhere. If he comes looking for us-"

"I won't be able to hold back." He hid his eyes from me by digging his nose into my collarbone. "We will be fine, but if he were to seek us out—if he were to try and hurt you again... He would not be safe from me."

I was speechless. My stomach filled with butterflies as I bounced lightly in his arms. Kazuha continued to run in the direction of the village with no intention of resting. I trusted Kazuha with my life at this point. I knew he would do anything to keep me safe, but the fact he felt so angry at that man gave me a new feeling. My cheeks were hot and my heart ached. He was obviously ashamed of his words and the undeniable truth they held, so I changed the subject.

"He kept calling me a bake-danuki... He looked really rough, covered in dirt and such. He said he had been lost for a few days?" I recalled.

"Mm. I think that was the truth," Kazuha said, "that he was lost in the forest. I don't think it was the bake-danukis doing, though. They aren't malicious creatures the way he made them out to be. Yes, they like pranking travelers, but it's all mostly harmless teasing. He probably was dehydrated and agitated and fell victim to a bake-danuki's prank. Whatever it was, it made him decide to blame his desperate situation on all of them." He readjusted me in his hold, so I wrapped my legs tighter around him in order to be easier to carry. "I was once accompanied by a traveling merchant who fell into a bake-danuki's trap. It disguised as a young woman and offered him shelter and a meal. He didn't listen to my warning and ended up eating leaves and mud instead of real food. Something similar must have happened to that man, which is why he thought you were also a bake-danuki."

I would've felt more pity for the man if I hadn't been caught in the misunderstanding.

"I see," I sighed. It was sad things turned out the way they did. I wouldn't have minded sheltering the man, just as I did with Kazuha. He just wasn't in the headspace to think properly. My head rested on Kazuha's shoulder. "Kazuha... Thank you for saving me. I owe you my life."

He hugged me tight and glanced into my eyes before focusing on escaping the forest around us. "When I got to your house and saw the door broken in, (Y/N)... I was so scared," he confessed. "I thought I was too late, but when I walked in, I overheard that man shouting at you. I wanted to get you out of his grasp the moment I walked in the room, but..." His expression was one of disappointment, directed entirely at himself. "I didn't want you to see me hurt him. I don't want you to think I'm someone dangerous."

My eyes were wide from surprise. I didn't think it was possible to feel any softer for Kazuha than I did at this moment.

"Kazuha, stop for a second."

He listened to my request and slowed his pace before stopping completely. I left his arms and felt my feet touch the wet ground. Kazuha's red eyes were staring down, embarrassed at himself. I gently pressed my hand to his chin, lifting his face to meet my eyes.

"I knew the moment I met you that you knew how to take care of yourself. You don't seem like the type to wear a sword just as an accessory." I laughed. He smiled softly at this.

"No, I suppose I don't."

"Can I tell you a story?" I asked him. He looked confused for a second before he slowly nodded. "Once upon a time, there was a bake-danuki who didn't get along with the other bake-danuki in the forest. The bake-danuki spent a lot of time alone and began to feel lonely. It disguised itself as a human girl, luring any passing humans into its home and playing pranks on them."

Kazuha looked like he was lost. I tried not to laugh and continued my story.

"Eventually, the lonely bake-danuki grew bored of the humans it pranked. One day, however, everything changed. A carefree ronin found his way into the bake-danuki's home. It continued its act as a human girl, but this time, she didn't prank the ronin. The two talked all night, as though they had been long friends. The bake-danuki was truly happy talking to the ronin, who kept returning to her home. The ronin was grateful to the girl and would bring gifts each time he visited..."

By this point, realization had dawned on Kazuha's face.

"All the bake-danuki could think about was the kindness the ronin shared with her, and would eagerly wait for his return after each journey. Once, the bake-danuki had been waiting for the ronin's return in its house when a fox snuck in, attacking her. Just when things looked bad, the ronin returned and rescued her. It's only then that the bake-danuki realizes... she's in love with with the ronin." I looked up at Kazuha, cheeks warm. He had the same light blush coating his cheeks. "There's just one problem, however."

"Oh? And what's that..." He asked.

I chewed the inside of my lip for a second, feeling nervous. "I don't know how the ronin feels about the bake-danuki." We stared at each other for what felt like forever until Kazuha responded.

"Well, it just so happens that I've heard this story before," he said, leaning towards my face. "The ronin feels the same way."

Kazuha's lips smiled against mine as he kissed me. I was beyond happy he felt the same way. The rain never stopped falling around us, trailing down our faces and soaking into our clothes. It was cold and hot all at the same time. I rested my hands behind Kazuha's neck, pulling him closer to me. The way our lips moved with each other felt natural. His body felt like it was always meant to be pressed against mine.

We laughed and kissed in the storm for a bit until we broke away, making our way towards the village once again. The night had been long and scary, but he easily managed to rescue me from my fear. I knew that as long as I was by Kazuha's side, I would be safe. I realized something as we walked together in the night. His stories may have been my inspiration, but the stories we created with each other were by far my favorite.

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Being Regulus’ S/O and Watching Him be Corrupted by His Family • Headcanon

(GIF not mine)

Warnings: angst! The Dark Mark, Voldemort, the Noble house of black deserves their own warning, death mention, poor regulus

Request: hi beautiful! could i request headcanons for regulus black's s/o? a female one if it's not too much trouble:) could i get some angst with reader saying "All I ever wanted was your approval, because I didn't know I was allowed to want anything else." if that might be too triggering, please feel free to ignore that part. maybe regulus is being "corrupted" by his mother and starting to turn into what she wants him to be? and the reader disapproves and tries to get him to realize that what he's doing is wrong? take care of yourself, luv <3 — @lucellence

A.N: oops I like this, I think. There’s more dialogue than I thought but that’s ok. I hope you guys enjoy! And love you all ❤️

Your boyfriend, Regulus Black, started acting odd after winter break in your fifth year

Sure, he was always soft spoken and a little distant before, but this was different

He wanted to be alone more often and always looked like he never actually slept at night

Avery, Mulciber, and Rosier started hanging around you, Regulus, and Barty in the Great Hall

You could deal with Barty, he and Regulus were friends since they were 11

But the other three?

They were known bullies and blood supremacists

They made you uncomfortable

“Reg can we please go somewhere else?”

“(Y/n)—“

“Please Reg?”

He looks so torn. Glancing between his new friends and the love of his life

“Yeah, ok”

So you go and sit at the top of the Astronomy tower or in the far corner of the library

But he doesn’t look all there

He’s listening to you and smiling at you

But he still looks like he’d rather be with them

And it hurts

He also stops complaining about his mother and his other family members

In fact, you try to talk to him about the many letters he gets from his mother and sometimes even Bellatrix, but he refuses to acknowledge them

He doesn’t open them at the table, he stuffs them in his robes and opens them in private in his own dorm

“They aren’t important, ma colombe (my dove in French according to Google). So don’t worry about it.”

“If they aren’t important, then why are you getting one from Narcissa’s boyfriend as well?”

“He just...wants to get to know the family better, (Y/n). You know he’s planning on proposing to her soon.”

“Yeah...I guess that makes sense.”

But if it was such an innocent letter, why was he hiding it from you?

You notice that Regulus’ eyes never settle

His light grey eyes constantly flick around like he’s suspicious of every little movement

This continues until you have to part ways at the end of the year

He’s not allowed to visit you

You’re not allowed to visit him

“You’ll stay safe, right Reg?”

“You worry about me too much, ma colombe.”

“Well when you live with that Merlin awful mother of yours—“

“Honestly, she’s not that bad, (Y/n).”

“Not that bad? Regulus are you serious?”

“No, I’m Regulus—“

“Ugh, you’re lucky I love you.”

“Indeed I am...” He mumbles under his breath

But the train finally stops, meaning Regulus has to rush off to meet his father in the platform

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before rushing out, barely promising to write over the summer

Regulus writes to you here and there

Not as often as usual

Then, in July, he stops writing altogether

This could be for a number of reasons, honestly, and none of them good

You hope he’s alright

You get one letter late in August

The script is shaky and barely legible

Smudged in certain places like he didn’t wait for the ink to dry before sending it

Dearest (Y/n),

Sorry for the late reply, mother wanted visit our cousins in Germany Bulgaria their estate in France.

I truly wanted to write back, but you know my family. I never had time alone. Always watching, they are.

It sounds like you’ve had an amazing summer, and I can’t wait to see you on the train.

Be careful out there,

RAB

The uneasiness doesn’t go away

Because you know he’s lying

You don’t send a reply, knowing full well that you won’t get another letter from him

You meet him on the Hogwarts Express

The hug is quick and is only with one arm—his left one staying at his side at all times

Much to your dismay

You have to share your compartment

You’re squished next to the window, Regulus next to you, Barty next to him

Avery, Mulciber, and Rosier across from you

You hate every minute of it

They sneer at you the entire time

You study your boyfriend the entire way to school

How he has darker bags under his eyes

And his hair isn’t as neat and proper as usual

His clothes are stiffer and heavier on his smaller frame

Skin paler, eyes duller

He tries to act casual, his left arm just out of the way of the action

But you notice as he sometimes winces during a turn or cradles it closer to his body

You grow suspicious

Let’s flashfowards a bit to....November

It’s the middle of the night and you’re following Regulus down to the library

He’s alone, looking like he doesn’t want to be caught

He quickly starts rummaging through the Restricted Section

Which isn’t bad, everyone sneaks into the Restricted Section at least once in their Hogwarts careers

But then he starts flipping through books about Dark Magic

And the sleeve of his grey jumper starts to roll up

And you see it

The Dark Mark

Black and wriggling against his pale flesh

“What have they done to you, Regulus?”

He whips his head to your frame so fast, his books clatter to the ground

His eyes widen in fear

“(Y/n), I can explain.”

“You can explain?” You’re starting to shout

“(Y/n), let’s take this somewhere else. Please—“

“What? You don’t want me to expose you? Expose you for being a Death—“

“Silencio!”

And suddenly your screams are cut off, you look at him, tears in your eyes

“Oh Salazar, I’m sorry.” He looks like he’s about to cry, pacing in front of you, fingers tightly grasping his hair in panic. “I’m so so sorry, (Y/n)...”

He reaches out to you

“I’m going to take you somewhere, ok? We need to go before we get caught. Please. Please just trust me.”

Reluctantly you follow him to the Room of Requirement

Which has taken the form of a similar library

Shelves lined with books and other magical artifacts

He quickly reverses the spell once the door is closed

“What the hell, Regulus?”

“I—“

“Let me see it.”

You push his sleeve up to once again reveal the inky snake and skull tattoo across his forearm

“Oh Regulus...”

“I couldn’t stop it.” His voice wavers and he’s trying to push back tears. “They brought me and a few others to his manor, and I was forced—“

“We’ll go to Dumbledore—“

“You don’t understand, (Y/n)! I felt him! I felt his cold hands wrapped around my arm! His veins fueled with raw power! Dumbledore won’t be able to stop him. No one will!”

“Please, Reg! You were forced, I’m sure it can be reversed if you just tell the Headmaster now—“

“They’ll kill me, (Y/n)! Don’t you understand? They already suspect my doubt! That’s why I’m being watched. Monitored even at school. One wrong word, one slip of the tongue and I’m dead!”

You wrap your arms around him, careful to avoid his searing arm

He returns the hug, tears dripping into you as he chokes back sobs

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to do this, Reg. I swear.”

“Of course I have to. I have no other choice.”

“You can be like Sirius! And live with the Potters. Or with me.”

“And when the Death Eaters come hunting you down? When they burn down your house with you inside? Tortured? Screaming in agony? That’ll be my fault.”

He looks absolutely terrified

Eyes wide, lips wobbling

He can barely catch his breath

“No, (Y/n). I can’t do that.”

“You’re not your mother, Regulus. Or Bellatrix, or Narcissa. You can be like Andromeda and Sirius. You can get out. There’s still time.”

“They’re manipulating you, Reg! Corrupting you! You aren’t a bad person or a dark wizard!”

You bring your hands to cup either side of his jaw

Your own tearful eyes lock onto his

“You’re my boyfriend. You’re sweet and caring...and—and...Merlin Reg! I can’t even describe you, you just mean so much to me. I can’t lose you, Reg. No, I refuse to lose you.”

“I—I don’t want to die...” He sobs, so openly and freely

You’ve had enough of this

You take him by the hand and lead him out the door, which is easy in his weakened and fatigued state

The two of you march through the corridors to Dumbledore’s office

He’ll know what to do

•

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Before It’s Too Late (Ethan x MC)

Book: Set during book 2 ch. 11.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Evelyn Long)

Word count: 1,996

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Summary: An attack scene rewrite when Ethan spends the night with MC.

A/N: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pizelberry.

I finally decided how I was going to write this rewrite. Initially I was trying to do a full chapter rewrite but half way through, I was already at 3k+ words so it would be waaaay to long. Thankfully, I managed to summarize it but also give it a ton of angst. (This was my first time writing angst btw.) I hope you enjoy!

8:30 pm

It's been exactly five hours since the attack. Five excruciatingly long hours since Evelyn’s world was turned upside down.

Travis, Senator Ed’s assistant, had slowly been poisoning him with lead. When they went to confront him, he pulled out a can and sprayed everyone in the room with a deadly unknown substance.

The Senator managed to escape and Travis was dead. But so was Bobby, with Danny fighting for his life.

Evelyn begins to cry again as she thinks about Bobby’s wife and two kids that he left behind. They would now have to grow up without their dad. He would miss so many big milestones in their lives all because of two selfish people.

“E-Evelyn…?” a weak voice calls from across the room.

She walks over to the bed where Raf is lying down, a light sheen of sweat covering his pale face.

The team had come a little while ago with a shot that they had hoped would slow the progression of their symptoms, but Raf’s still seemed to be getting worse.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly, gently wiping the tears from her face.

“I was just… thinking about Bobby’s family and… everything that he… would miss. He was… just telling me… this morning that… his oldest daughter is turning sixteen this year…”

“I know… life isn’t fair. They didn’t deserve any of this.”

“You didn’t either, Raf.”

“But I saved you from having to suffer so much… and that’s what matters.”

“Raf…”

“Shh… listen, I feel… like I’m… getting worse. Will you… do me a favour?”

“Of course. Anything you need.”

“Please help me call my vovo.”

Evelyn hands Raf his phone to unlock, then scrolls through his contacts until she sees his grandmother’s name, tapping it, she places the phone to his ear.

“Olá, vovo.”

“No… I’m not well. There was an attack at the hospital today and the Senator’s assistant tried to kill him. A few people were in the room when it happened. The Senator escaped, but his assistant and one person that works here died and the other is in critical condition. Evelyn and I are in quarantine right now.”

“I just wanted to let you know… that if I… don’t make it… I love you with all my heart.”

“Alright, take care. I love you too.”

“Thank you, Evelyn.” he takes a shaky breath, his heart rate slowing and growing more shallow.

“Evelyn… I think you should… call the team… I'm sorry I couldn't save you… that this… might be the way it ends…” he murmurs, eyes meeting hers, as warm and kind as the day they met.

Taking his hand, she can barely see him through her tears.

“You'll make it through this Raf… I know you will…”

He smiles up at her before his eyes flutter closed and his hand falls away.

Moments later Ethan and June rush into the room.

“I’d hoped that the treatment would buy us more time,” Ethan says sadly.

“We don’t know that it didn’t.” Evelyn tries reassuring him.

He nods as June’s eyes fill with sympathy.

“We’ll get him to the support suite. There’s still a chance that we could fix this Evelyn.” June tells her, as she prepares Rafael for transport.

Evelyn’s almost too scared to ask, but she needs to know. “How’s Danny?”

“We… we lost him.” Ethan’s voice comes out in a whisper.

“No…”

“Before he died he… he asked to be autopsied. To help the two of you.”

As Ethan turns to help June, Evelyn reports Raf’s most recent symptom of hot cold reversal.

“Stay strong, Evelyn. We’ll know more soon.” June tells her reassuringly as she and Ethan slowly push Raf out of the room.

Now she’s all alone, curled up on her bed, the pressure in her head becoming almost too much to bear.

Her mind drifts to Danny. She remembers her first day when he was the one that told her that she had just performed a thoracotomy with Ethan Ramsey. The night of the party her roommates had when he and Sienna talked all night until they fell asleep together on the couch.

Sienna. All Evelyn wanted to do was rush to her side and hold her. She and Danny were supposed to be together. They were meant for each other. But how he was gone, and Sienna would have to live with that loss. She probably never even got to say goodbye.

Goodbye. Evelyn had to be prepared.

Picking up her phone, she sees that she has several missed calls and messages.

Calling her mom, she picks up immediately.

“Evelyn sweetie! Are you okay?! Oh my goodness, we saw what happened on the news and I thought we lost you!”

Hearing her mom’s voice, her tears start falling again.

“I’m hanging in there right now mom. It’s just me in the room now. Rafael just got taken to the support suite.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Mom… is everyone there?”

“Yes, honey. We’re all here.”

“Can you put me on speaker please?”

“Hey Evey.” she hears her dad’s voice say.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Hi Evelyn, do they know what it is yet?

“Hi Ben, no they don’t. We got a shot earlier that was supposed to slow the progression of the symptoms, but we don’t have a cure yet.”

“Oh.”

“Listen, guys… if I don’t make it…”

“No Evelyn! You can’t say that!” her heart breaks as she hears Ben crying through the phone.

“Wait… just listen to me. I’m preparing for the worst. I want you guys to know… that I love you all so much. And I want to thank you for everything that you’ve done to help me fulfill my dreams.”

Aside from the sound of soft cries, the line is silent.

Finally, her dad speaks up.

“We love you too sweetie. Stay strong and hang in there. You’ll be fine.”

“I’ll try… take care.”

“Bye.”

Later, her friends and the diagnostics team are gathered outside her window. Bryce looks at her with haunted eyes while a crying Sienna buries her face in Jackie’s shoulder.

“How’s Kyra? The surgery must be over by now…”

“She’s fine and resting. We haven’t told her what happened yet.”

“Good idea.”

“So, do you know what it is yet?”

Ethan explains to her that it’s a maitotoxin that he had never seen before. It was still present in Danny’s bony postmortem and on the surface of his skin.

Processing the information, the realization hits Evelyn like a ton of bricks.

“Maitotoxin… that’s derived from parasites in fish, isn’t it? But… there’s no antidote so… I’m going to die here…” her voice now barely a whisper. “I can’t believe this. Today was supposed to be happy. Kyra was supposed to have a successful surgery and everything was supposed to be fine… but now Danny’s dead, Raf is in a coma, and I’m… I’m…” Evelyn buries her face in her hands as she begins to cry.

“Now isn’t the time to give up hope Evelyn. Because of Raf’s actions, you didn’t get much in your system so your symptoms aren’t as advanced. There may not be an antidote as yet, but I promise you that we’ll be working round-the-clock to synthesize one.” Ethan tries to sound as confident as he can, his heart breaking to see Evelyn hurting.

“You won’t be alone.”

Everyone turns around to see that the statement had come from Tobias, as he, and several Mass Kenmore doctors approached them, all prepared to do whatever it takes.

As everyone heads down to the lab, Ethan lingers behind at the window.

“Are you okay, Ethan?”

“No, Evelyn, I’m not okay. But you don’t need to hear about that. You should try and get some rest. Have you slept at all?”

“No. I can’t stop thinking about Rafael. How long he can last… whether… whether it’s already…”

“…Do you want me to stay for a while?”

“Yes, please. If this is my last night alive, I want to spend it with you.”

“If I was in your position, I’d feel the same way about you.”

“Really?”

“Really, Evelyn.”

Suiting up and entering the room, he gently guides her to the bed.

“Now lie down. I know it sounds impossible, but I need you to relax and try to think about something happy.”

As she lies down, Ethan gently pulls up the covers around her.

“Something happy like what it would be like if we went on a date?”

“If that’s what makes you happy then sure.”

Her happiness leaves as quickly as it came.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just feel like there are so many things that I should have done.”

“Like what?”

“I should have loved more.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve spent the last decade focusing on college, med school, work, always guarding my heart because I might be in another city the next year. It makes me wonder… what could have been,” she confesses sadly.

Ethan is quiet for a long moment.

“Since we’re sharing regrets, do you mind if I share one of mine?”

“Go ahead.”

Reaching across, Ethan’s gloved hand finds hers.

“I wish I hadn’t asked you to stay away.”

“You do?” she asks surprised.

“We’ve wasted so much time. I’ve wasted so much time. I should have held you in my arms every day and told you how much I… how much I love you.”

“Ethan?”

“Shh… I just needed you to know… that no matter what happens… I love and care about you more than I can ever tell you.”

“I love you too, Ethan.”

“You do?”

“Of course! I thought you knew that already.”

“I did. It’s just so wonderful to hear you say it.”

“I wish I could kiss you.”

“Soon. You will soon.”

Joining her on the bed, he wraps his bulky arms around her as eyes begin to flutter closed.

“Evelyn? Can you please look at me?”

“Hmm?”

Forcing her eyes open, she looks at him through his helmet.

“Promise me that you’ll keep fighting. That you won’t give up. Oh, Evelyn… our story’s only just begun and it can’t end here. Please… please promise me.”

“…I… promise,” she whispers before falling asleep.

The next morning she wakes up to excruciating pain in her stomach. Doubling over, Ethan reaches across from the chair for her.

“It’s okay Evelyn, you’ll be alright!”

Feeling weaker than ever, she can barely make out the blurry figures running to her window.

“Evelyn! We did it!” Aurora shouts.

“Huh?”

Baz and June enter the room with the antidote as Tobias explains how they did it.

“What about Raf? He’s much sicker than I am…”

“We administered it to him, but too far there’s been no chance. It’s possible we’re already too late.” Sienna gloomily reveals.

“But he hasn’t gotten any worse, that has to mean something!” Elijah adds.

As Ethan gently injects the serum into her vein, he whispers into her ear.

“Hang in there, Evelyn.”

Over the next several anxious hours, June comes regularly to take her blood.

Slowly, her blood pressure stabilizes and the nausea begins to fade.

As Evelyn looks around, she realizes that the room no longer looks blurry.

“Get up.”

She turns around to see a hazmat suit free Ethan stroll into the room with a big smile on his face.

“You mean…”

“It worked. There’s no trace of toxin left in your bloodstream. Even if there are still traces in the room, we know now that we can-”

“Oh!”

Evelyn flies into Ethan's arms pulling him into a tight hug.

“…What you’re saying is I’m finally free to do this?”

“Yes. This too.”

He leans down capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as tears fall down both of their faces.

“Ethan, aren’t you worried that someone will see?”

“No. After almost losing you, I’ve decided that there are more important things to worry about than what people will think. I love you with all my heart, Evelyn Long.”

Through her tears, she smiles up at him.

“I love you too, Ethan.”

{Two Weeks Later}

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[yoshkeii]

𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 | 𝟹𝟻𝟶+ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝

࿐ character(s): Inumaki Toge, Nanami Kento, Yuuta Okkotsu

࿐ prompts: 1) “No no no, sorry! I just-... I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” 8) “That was embarrassing...” 10) “Shut up and just hold my hand.”

࿐ type: imagine

࿐ requested by: anon for my 350+ event.

⌦ sfw, fluff, soft tings

⌦ gn!reader (they/them)

⌦ ‘Hi! Congratss!! Uhm for the even may I request an imagine for the dialogue prompts 1, 8, 10 with Inumaki, Nanami, and Yuuta? Gender neutral reader btw. (Congrats again🥳)’

A/N: thank you for the congrats <3 and thank you again anon for being the first wish for my event! i was anxious if no one would participate,, but I don't know which prompt you wanted for whom so I tried to align it up with one each, if that's alright love.

𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒 / “𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.”

Y/n and Inumaki were pretty close as they were both enrolled into the school within their first year, having to work amongst each other with him, panda, and Maki. You were slightly stronger than Inumaki so you and him often teamed up on missions and errands. Becoming an sufficient duo at the Tokyo school.

As of now, you both were on a mission in one of the busiest places in Japan.  Takeshita Street. A shopping area with a long crowd that lead down its street. Standing on the side to avoid getting separate, you both were trying to figure a way out to not get split up. Only knowing if you and one other finding the curses, it would be hard to navigate through the surfing crowd.

“Getting on the roofs of these buildings will be tough.” you muttered, your gaze met up at the buildings. Some taller than your average ones. “..and they’re preeeettyyy tall.”

“Shake”, Inumaki bluntly said with a nod.

After a minute or two, the feeling of a curse began to linger closer. Making you quickly look down the moving crowd, briefly seeing the edge of the curse slip into an alleyway, leaving a faint residue of color in the air.

“Maki’ give me your hand. I see it.” you held out your gloved hands, which hid the cursed marks of your technique under. hoping to feel Inumaki’s hand onto yours, which you didn’t instead was greeted with something else.

“O-Okaka..” he softly stuttered, a blush easily seen on his light skin.

Looking over to see his expression, made you freeze for a moment. Before you blinked grabbing his hand before rushing off into the crowd.

“J-just.. shut up and h-hold my hand.” the stutter of your words made Inumaki stare at you as he was dragged behind. realizing you too acknowledged the slight feelings within that small reaction from him.

The loose grip between your palms soon tightened as he entwined his fingers with yours. Earning a fairly even flush across both of the 2nd years faces.

𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒 / “𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢! 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝-... 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎.”

Being another Grade 1 Sorcerer that graduated from the Tokyo school, you were busy dealing with exorcising the tougher curses out there. Often traveling farther than most. You weren’t often seen around the Tokyo school’s campus so you didn’t know if anyone knew of your existence. Other than the small gathering who knew you, like Gojo and Shoko.

Coming back from a tiring trip from rural lands of the prefectures, you decided to visit the campus. While on your train ride back, Gojo had sent you a few texts.

‘hey hey hey y/n’

‘what satoru’

‘y’know your crush?’

‘I- yes satoru I do. what about him?’

‘he’s hoping to meet you!’

Almost choking on air, you covered your mouth with your sleeve to recover from the unexpected answer. Slowly regaining composure you stared at the text for a long moment.

‘How does he know about me??’

‘well a lot of people know you dummy’

‘sounds like a lie to me...’

‘being a grade 1 sorcerer your name often gets thrown around ya know~’ ‘anyways! see you at the campus y/n-chan’

‘stop calling me that.’

‘no <3′

Clicking your tongue, you stood up as your train took a halt. Arriving at your destination. You were the first ones to walk out first, avoiding the growing crowd behind you. Slinking pass all the gates n stuff, you made your way up the stairs onto the surface. Heading towards the campus with a running thoughts.

As you made it to the campus, you took a deep breath. Before quickly seeing the familiar light-haired male, his clothing standing out from most of the clothes you’ve seen the past days. You slowly walked up to greet him before Gojo ran up to you suddenly from behind, making all three of you tumble into a pile on the floor near the vendors.

Gojo being the sly one, he got up first. Quickly making a cheeky escape with a coo of “have fun y/n-chan~”, like the childish man he was  Leaving you to slowly get up cursing under your breath before you, heard the aloof tone coming from Nanami below you.

“Y/n?”

“Ah shit- S-Sorry..!” You swiftly got up, slipping up on your words. Standing nervously, “Satoru jumped on m-me.. while I.. I was going to talk to you Nanami..!” a soft nervous smile on your face. As you watched Nanami stand up, dusting himself off.

“It’s alright. What’s gotten you so nervous? Is it me?”

“No no no, sorry! I just-... I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” you quickly replied, scratching the back of your head. “..I really didn’t think.. you’d knew I-I.. uh.. existed.” the slight warmth you felt on your face made you panic quietly, hoping it wasn’t obvious.

“That’s a stupid thought.” Nanami stiffly said, staring at your face. He already knew, he noticed. “Well then, you should calm down in the meantime. But mind joining me later for something?”

Without thinking you agreed, watching him walk away at your reply. Sighing in relief as you see him disappear off into a corner. Nanami smiling as his back was turned against you.

𝚈𝚞𝚞𝚝𝚊 / “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐...”

a/n: i couldnt find a gif of yuuta and got sad, pretty boi needs a gif soon </3

Yuuta didn’t understand you. He couldn’t seem to figure out why he was so nervous around you, a fuzzy feeling somewhere in his body. That just stayed even moments while you were long gone. Being one of the 2nd years, he was around you a couple of times. But not as much as Maki and Inumaki.

His heart was racing as he found you sitting alone at a normal meeting spot for the others. Sitting on the mossy stones that surrounded a koi pond. You were usually the first one to be there, then Maki would come, then the rest shortly afterwards. It was never just.. you two.

Yuuta just admired you as you were feeding the koi’s with crumbs of bread you had. It was calmly silent the whole time. Your calm expression signaled your obliviousness of his presence. Eyes widening in adoration as you cooed at the fish like they were dogs. The soft childish tone made him listen with ease.

“ahh.. cute..” the word left his mouth faintly, hearing it ever so faintly, you looked over your shoulder to see Yuuta. Jumping slightly with a squeak, falling back into the pond.

“Y-Y-n!?” Yuuta rushed over towards you, leaning on the mossy stones to peer down at you. “A-are.. are you okay?”

Hair drenched at the back and tips, your clothes soaked. But your surprised look at him turn quickly into a blinding smile, laughing. In confusion the raven-haired male tilt his head, “W-whats.. so-”

“That was embarrassing wasn’t it ‘Kotsu?” giggling again as you felt the koi brush against your arms and legs, “..hehe.. you heard me talking to the koi didn’t you? I know you did’

Yuuta didn’t know how to respond, just staring at you blankly at the nickname ‘Kotsu. You have never used his first name and let alone had a nickname for him.

“..’Kotsu?? What’s wrong?”

[ladyeliot]

It’s been a long, long time 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You never knew what fate had in store for you, as if it was testing what it had offered you one day it took away from you the next. It was almost four years after Steve gave himself up to save the world, but you had never given up hope of being with him again.

Warnings: Angst. Disappearance. Fluff ending.

Word count: 2883

A/N: Captain America First Avenger / Avengers Endgame. Some of the dialogue is taken from the film. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Song: It’s been a long, long time - Harry James

1949.

The rumours of his possible return were fading with time, but hopes were not falling.

Nearly four years had passed since the end of the Second World War, and the consequences were soon felt worldwide, especially by those who had survived that tragic period. You had been present from start to finish, being a potent participant in the covert operations linking the US and the UK. Although you had not been on the front line fighting as a soldier, you had been on the front line commanding the actions they would take. In 1939 you became a member of the British Royal Military, then a recommendation from a superior officer led to you joining the Special Operations Executive, a British spy agency, changing your destiny, causing MI5 to contact you, and then you were seconded to the Strategic Scientific Reserve, a top-secret Allied war agency during World War II, created by President Roosevelt. Too many things happened in a single year, too many things that would change the course of your history, but the most important was yet to happen.

In 1943 you were assigned to Colonel Chester Phillips' training base, known as Camp Lehigh, where you were assigned to supervise the candidate division of Project Renaissance, the project that changed everything. Project Renaissance was a highly secret project run by the United States Government. Its aim was to create super soldiers to be deployed during World War II against the Axis powers, thus having a great advantage in strategic warfare, however things didn't go as planned and they only had one success, a young man from Brooklyn named Steve Rogers.

You could never deny that you didn't notice him the first moment you saw him, he instantly caught your attention in two ways. The first of them was his physical shape, he stood out for his small stature compared to the other cadets, and his physical appearance looked sickly, although his medical record didn't say anything about it. On the other hand, the other aspect that impressed and inspired you was his courage and endurance to face each of the tests they had to pass, as well as his cunning, all of which won you over, as well as the generals of the project, as he was selected for the Renaissance project. The time you spent together at Camp Leigh made you realise the determination and humility he possessed, traits that the other members of the group, or any other man you had met before, possessed only to a slight degree.

The day the experiment was carried out, that is, the injection of the Super Soldier serum into Steve was another turning point in your life, the young man who went into that machine was not the same as the one who would come out of it, at least for everyone present, a human being went in and a super soldier came out, although for you he was still the same Steve Rogers with 30 centimetres more height and greater muscle mass. From then on he became the secret weapon that would overthrow Hitler, as the leader of the project, Dr. Erskine, was killed which meant that Steve was the only one of his kind.

You would have liked to have been able to say that your relationship was moving towards a more effective environment, but you were really living in a period of war, plus your character did not easily fit in with the word love, it never really did, or rather, you had never shown any interest in any man. You were rude, you had suffered enough harassment in your job, a job by and for men, to become insensitive in several cases. You were selective with your friends and also with the people you could trust, that's why every time you felt any affection for someone you stopped it, and that's what happened with Steve at the beginning.

Frankly, there were not too many moments to show your affection for each other, nor to enrich it, but every occasion that brought you together, there were certain feelings in the air that were never expressed in words. You encouraged him to be more than a lab rat or a fair hand for the soldiers at the front, you also helped him from your position with the missions, which after his triumph in rescuing the soldiers of the 107th infantry, were assigned to him. You complemented each other, you understood each other in many aspects that no one had ever understood, you had faith in him and he in you, that is why deep inside you were waiting for the day when the war would end to discover what it would be like to be able to dance with him without any worries around you, but it was not that simple.

As if the universe itself was mocking you, everything it had offered you was taken away in a breath. Even if you had never extrapolated it, your heart shrank every time he marched on a mission in enemy territory, you used to find yourself behind the controls of the base of operations that commanded his missions waiting for his voice or news from him to indicate what the situation was, but the last time what you saw was different. It was all a consequence of your attack on HYDRA HQ, you had worked out a strategy to take out their leader, the Red Skull, Steve was inside and you later came in with the assault guard and became part of the operation. Things had gone a little shaky during the operation, as the Red Skull managed to gain access to a ship and almost escaped from the place, but at that moment you appeared as if you were a breath of air together with Colonel Chester Phillips to offer him the last chance for Steve to finish him off and gain access to the inside of the ship that was about to escape, but not before sharing your first and last kiss. Every day you remember the last words you said to him in person "Go get him." before watching him jump into the plane and disappear into the snowy mountains.

After that, the ship became a direct path to death unbeknownst to you. A few hours later, from the command post, you managed to maintain a direct connection with the ship, specifically with Steve who was still inside it.

"Come in. This is Captain Rogers. Do you read me?" you all heard from the intercom.

"Steve, is that you? Are you alright?" your heart raced as it did every time he was away from you on a mission.

"Y/N! Schmidt's dead.

That brought a breath of relief that neither of you had experienced for a long time, you could see a little light at the end of the tunnel that was getting closer and closer to you, but what you heard next put the light out again.

"What about the plane?" you asked still worried about his situation.

"That's a little bit tougher to explain," Steve's words were choppy.

It really was complicated, the plane was loaded with explosive devices and was clearly headed for New York City, that meant there was only one possibility and you all knew what it was. You tried to talk him out of it, to find a new solution, but time was running out.

"Y/N, this is my choice," a lump formed in your throat at those words. "Y/N?"

"I'm here," you managed to say with watery eyes and a hand to your lips.

"I'm gonna need a rain check on that dance," you heard through the intercom, as a sharp gust of air rushed in between his words.

"Alright," you hid a soft sob. "A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club."

"You got it," he said firmly, making it seem real that he was going to show up there on Saturday.

"Eight o'clock on the dot. Don't you dare be late. Understood?"

"You know, I still don't know how to dance," a wistful smile appeared on your face at his words.

"I'll show you how. Just be there," you said almost begging him.

"We'll have the band play somethin' slow," Steve picked up the pace of his words, "I'd hate to step on your...

That was the last time you heard his voice, the line connecting the intercom to Steve went static with a soft continuous noise, that's when the tears flowed freely down your cheeks.

"Steve? Steve? Steve?"

Of course, life puts us all to the test, we believe we need redemption for the acts committed in the past, that often makes us lose hope that better times will come.  Almost four years have passed since those last events, since you shared your first and last kiss with your Captain America, since you heard his last words and since you felt that thing called love. Now your life had been turned upside down, you had dreamed for too long of meeting him, of seeing his face again and not only through those war films, but your life went on and you couldn't keep yourself stuck thinking about him, that's why you had decided to leave the Strategic Scientific Reserve and go into a new project with Howard Stark, called S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was unusual for the month of January to have that warm morning out, although it was actually quite comforting as it had brightened up your day, and even when you got home you opted to start cooking to the rhythm of whatever song was playing on the radio, which was unusual for you. The open windows allowed the sun's rays to stream into the living room, offering that homely touch that the little house in the middle of a residential neighbourhood lacked. Due to your countless projects and missions in the SSR you had not been able to enjoy home life as much as you would have liked, although it was really your decision, that house was too quiet and too big for you alone, although the radio offered you the company you sometimes needed.

As if it were a special event you had brought out the table linen and arranged the table in the parlour to eat there for the first time, normally you used the table in the kitchen, for you did not waste too much time on your meals, but this day was a new beginning, a new year, a good time to work out new habits. You opted to open a bottle of wine, which had been a gift from your dear friend Howard Stark, and poured yourself a glass while you waited for the chicken to make its acquaintance in the oven. The rhythmic melody of Nat King Cole along with your glass of wine lifted spirits that hadn't been this high for some time.

"Love is all that I can give to you," you intoned as you walked around the kitchen.

The midday seemed to be going smoothly, until a crashing noise from the front door brought you to a screeching halt. "Ogh, Mrs. Foster," you said to yourself before taking a sip from your glass of wine to fill your spirits. Mrs Foster was the neighbour from across the street who was always knocking on your door whenever she could, hoping to whisper about the other neighbours and glean as much information about you as possible, the funny thing was that she always barged in at the most inopportune times.

"I'm coming!" you exclaimed, taking off your apron and placing it on the counter. "I'm there!"

When you reached the front door you took five seconds to exhale the air inside you, position your dress correctly, take another breath, roll your eyes and expose a wide grin before you very quickly lowered the door handle. We've been talking before about all the turning points that changed your life and shaped your destiny, okay, that was one of them, maybe the most important one of all, the one that set the rest of your life on track.

"Hello Mrs. Fos-!"

Your voice disappeared, your vocal cords seemed to break at that moment, your wide, false smile also vanished as if it had never been on your face, your eyes seemed to have no eyelids and your lungs ran out of air, leaving you breathless. What you saw when you opened that door was your whole life, every moment appeared in front of you as if it were a frame. They say that happens when you are about to die, but it happened to you when the person you had loved had returned from the dead and was prostrate before you. You couldn't tell whether your reaction was the most humane or what someone else would have done in your place because you had never met anyone who had. Soldiers sometimes took long months to return home after the war ended, but it had taken Steve almost four years to do so.

Perhaps there had been hundreds or thousands of times you had imagined that moment, and now you didn't know what to do, your limbs were stiff, you were grateful for it or you would have collapsed in those moments. You kept holding the doorknob tightly, while he stood there on your porch staring at you, not knowing what to do. They were the longest minutes of your whole life, or maybe they were only a few seconds, you didn't know how time worked in those moments, but that didn't matter, your emotions recovered when you looked into his eyes, those blue eyes that you had dreamed of so many nights and they were watery, that was the sign that told you that this was not a dream, it was real life.

The air opened again and passed through your lungs in the form of a gasp, you shared the wateriness of his eyes in yours and in a moment you were wrapped in his arms. You could feel him again, or rather you could feel him around you for the first time. His arms were around your back bringing your body closer to his.

"You're... here." you murmured against his chest almost afraid that your words would make him disappear again.

"I'm home," he whispered against your forehead before kissing it and pulling away to look at your face.

It really was him, you noticed the odd changed feature, as if the years had passed him by more quickly, but there was no doubt that it was Steve. He placed his hands on your cheeks cradling your face, that sensation made you close your eyes as you placed your hands on his. Gingerly, you felt his breath collide against you and the longing for his lips that had haunted you for so many years came to an end.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

"No, you're home," you murmured, taking his hand and bringing his palm to your lips.

The open windows of the living room let out the melody of the radio, as if it were one of those Hollywood feature films with its own soundtrack. For a few long minutes you stood there on the porch of your house, oblivious to everything around you, oblivious to curious stares or if the chicken was burning in the oven, there was nothing more relevant than the two of you.

After a few minutes without taking your eyes off each other you took his hand and went inside your home, there were no unnecessary questions, no comments that could break the moment, your gazes were pleased to observe each other and as if your thoughts were connected and the person in charge of playing the songs on the radio knew it, one of Steve's favourite songs began to play. Harry James' voice came into the room, giving you the moment you had wanted for four years in your case, but for Steve it had been many more. 

“Never thought that you would be

Standing here so close to me

There's so much I feel that I should say

But words can wait until some other day”

His arm found position around your waist and your face found position on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat work to the rhythm of the melody, you could never have imagined ever feeling like this again, you would have made a pact with the devil on too many occasions to feel it. It was so unreal that you had to lift your face from his chest to look at his face again, to find out if it really was Steve in front of you, it was. 

“Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

Haven't felt like this, my dear

Since I can't remember when

It’s been a long, long time”

Life had offered you a new opportunity to enjoy it together, and you were never going to miss it.

“You'll never know how many dreams

I've dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time”

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Love On-Set (Pt. 01 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 3K

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Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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First Sight

The minivan stops right before entering the set as the driver speaks with one of the security guards. A huge structure was built around the area, and if it wasn't for the strong lights, you'd be in complete darkness. It's late at night, but yet, there are some journalists and a lot of cameras. They immediately surround the car, trying to see who's inside.

“Vicki, do you think I should go out and talk to them?” You decide to ask her first, because you're not as known as the other actors, and you're not sure if they'd want to talk to you.

“Sure. But don't take long.” She nods, touching the drive's shoulder and telling him to wait.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open, a smile on your face as the cameras quickly find you. Running a hand through your hair, to make sure it's not messed up, you take in all the microphones and smartphones pointed at your face.

“(Y/N), could you answer some questions?” A short, dark-haired guy asks, a camera flashing.

“It depends on the question, but I'll try my best.” This seems to please them, and you wonder if the others couldn't afford a few minutes.

“Your posted on your Instagram account that you were a Stranger Things fan from season one.” A woman asks. “How was the transition from being a fan to acting on the show?”

“It was fantastic.” The first season of the show was still driving people crazy when you got the call for an audition for the role of Amy Whitehall, for seasons two and three. Vicky, you have no idea how, got in touch with some friends when she heard they were searching of someone with physical traits similar to yours. Thankfully, the audition went well and you got the job. “It's an honor to be part of this masterpiece. The only bad part is that now I have some spoilers.”

“Your character's scene by the end of season two had any interaction with Billy Hargrove, Hawking's bad boy. Does that mean she'll be in any kind of relationship with him?”

For that, you have to think, careful not to say anything that will expose the plot.

People are very interested in Billy, not sure exactly where the character will go from now on, after his introduction on season two. He stole many hearts, for love or hate, dividing opinions. And your character had a short appearance by very end of the last episode, shown in an interaction with him. On her way to the ball, to help Nancy, Billy almost runs her over with his car, after dropping his sister. They had a small dialogue, him asking her to get out of the way and her telling him to look where he was going. Then a pause, a little bit of tension, and that was it.

“I'm not allowed to answer that, but Amy's scene was just an introduction. Her character will be around throughout season three.” Offering another smile, you turn around, giving attention to someone else.

“What will be a new threat? The season finale raised a lot of questions about–”

“Excuse me, excuse me.” Vicky pokes her head out, a hand raised. “I'm sorry, but we have to get going.”

“Aright.” You mumble. “Thank you, guys. Bye.” Politely, you wave at the reporters before going back into the van.

You're soon moving again, leaving the entrance behind and driving in darkness for some minutes before more lights come into your sight until they're all around you. The set was built around a piece of the road, where you already shot earlier this week.

“C'mon, (Y/N). Hair and make-up." Vicky urgers, stepping out of the van with you.

You easily find your way around the set, chatting with people as they do your hair and put the makeup on. There will be a tiny cut above your left eyebrow, and Ron, the guy who always take care of the fake wounds around here, takes only fifteen minutes to get it done. Once you're ready, Vicky guides you to the filming area, and you sit on your chair a few feet away, under one of the many huge tents scattered around the place.

“Hi.” Someone says, and you abruptly look up from your phone, finding your co-star. The only co-star of the day, Dacre. He's already full Billy, with the mullet wig and the leather jacket. “I didn't mean to startle you. Just thought I'd come to say hello before the scene.”

You haven't properly spoken to Dacre. The single scene you made was quick, one of the last, and the set was a mess. So you didn't have the chance to talk, and ever since, you haven't crossed paths with him. But today's scene is all about your characters. Amy's first appearance on season three will have her running from something in the woods, the Mind Flayer, and she crashes her car on Billy's, while he's on the way to meet Mrs. Wheeler. That's it for today, their first meeting.

“Hi.” Smiling back, you shake his hand. “I'm (Y/N).” You decide to remind him.

“I know.” He simply says. “Do you want to go over the lines before the real thing?”

He has such a nice voice, it's impressive. You've watched some of his movies, and he's really good. It's not like you haven't acted before, but nothing so important or famous as Stranger Things. You can't help but be a little nervous. “Sure.” Blocking your phone, you stand up, leaving it on your seat.

“Alright. Let's–”

“(Y/N)! Dacre! It's time, c'mon!” The director calls, cutting you off.

“Guess we'll go straight to the real thing,” Dacre says as you start making your way to where the cars are positioned.

Billy's Camaro and Amy's light green Toyota are placed a few inches apart, the front part already wrecked and a light smoke coming off from under the hood.

“The mechanism will push the cars on each other and the rest you already know.” Your stylist comes to check on you one last time, making sure everything is perfect. When she steps away, you get inside the car.

A few days ago you shot Amy's way over here, driving insanely fast, running from the shadows creeping. Most of the scenes where Amy will be alone were already made since there weren't many. She will be around the others a lot, as the events are unrevealed.

Once you're in the car, you take your time to get into character, ignoring the orders being yelled outside. The lights are turned off, and the road before you is almost completely dark.

“Let's get it started, everyone!” The director shouts. “Action!”

At his command, the car jerks forward.

Letting your head fall on the wheel, you breathe fast, wide eyes acknowledging what just happened, the crash, the smoke, the other car that collided with yours. Looking over your shoulder, you imagine, you picture it coming, moving through the threes, growing closer.

“What the hell!” The voice yells as you try to make your car start again, uselessly. “You could've killed me!”

“Damn it.” Cursing under your breath, overcome by terror, you step out of the car, running around it and into the other one, which is still working, opening the passenger door and rushing inside.

“What do you think you're doing? Get the hell out of my car!” Dacre shouts at your face, in Billy's voice, a little deeper.

“There's something in the woods!” You yell, looking through the rear windshield. “It's coming!”

“Are you crazy or something?! You almost wrecked my car!” As he speaks, you imagine it once again, the tentacles coming from the sky, taking over the road behind you.

Then you grab his arm, squeezing the muscle underneath the jacket. He's in the middle of a sentence when he looks back too, immediately going silent as he's eyes meet the same inexistent thing you're seeing.

“What the–”

“Drive!” You burst out, and the car starts moving.

“Cut!” The director's voice reaches both of you and Dacre hits the brakes.

Relaxing, you let go of his arm.

“That was great, but I want another take. Ryan, turn those lights down.”

The scene is repeated three more times, with different lighting until they finally decide it's perfect. Then the whole set starts moving to the next scene, which is the sequence to what just played out. It'll be shot in a street Northeast from the road, and since it'll play out from the Camaro, you're told to stay in the car as Dacre drives there, following the other cars.

“You did well back there,” Dacre says as you move, taking a different turn from the other cars to reach your mark. The street has a few small houses on one side, which will have their lights on and some people moving inside and on their balconies, and tall threes on the other.

“You too. Hope I didn't hurt your arm, but Amy was terrified.” Shrugging your shoulders, you smile to hear his giggle.

“I noticed.” He says. “But my arm will survive.”

Looking his way, you're able to have a good look at him now. It's a little dark, but you can take in his features. Dacre makes the mullet look good, which is impressive since you absolutely hate the hairstyle. But not on him. Clearing your throat, you look away. “Make sure it will. You'll need it.”

Dacre stops by the mark, everyone apparently already on their positions. “Things are about to get tense for Billy and Amy now.”

“First fight.” You say, taking a look at your outfit to make sure nothing is out of place. “Enemies to lovers is quite a good arch.”

“I like it too.”

“(Y/N). Dacre. Are you ready?” The director asks and both of you give him a thumbs up, hands off the window. The crew with the microphones and cameras are already positioned, ready for the scene. “Alright then. Ready... Action!”

Dacre moves the car forward, just enough to fake it as he hits the breaks. “What was that?” Billy asks, annoyed for some reason Amy wouldn't know.

“I don't know.” With a hand on your hair, shaking a little, you breathe fast, terrified. “Just take me home.”

“Now I gotta drive you home too?”

“Screw you.” The sudden outburst and the disgust in his voice makes you bolt out of the car, keeping in mind not to look at the cameras following you.

“Are you going to walk?” Billy yells, but you don't look back, walking fast, crossing your arms. “Wait.”

“Screw. You.”

“Don't be an idiot.” You roll your eyes when you notice he's coming closer. Dacre grabs your arm, forcing you to turn around. “Are you really going to walk home with that... Thing out there?”

You're confused at his change of moods, pushing your arm away. “Does it look like I have a choice? You just saw that–” You gesture at the threes on the other side of the road. “–and you still couldn't bring yourself to drive a lady home. You're such a gentleman.” Raising your voice, you put the same tone of disgust in your voice that you heard in his. The cameras move a little closer, and you know why. That's when the tension starts, when Amy stands up to Billy. Stepping forward, lifting your head to try and look him in the eye, you put a single finger in his chest. “You're far worse than what people say you are.” You don't get why his eyes make you nervous. Maybe this whole thing is more than you're used to, too big of a production for you after a few years away from the cameras. As much as Dacre's face being so close makes you feel funny, you gotta keep it cool, don't let it show. You're scared, terrified of a monster in the woods.

“Cut the bullshit and let's go.” He takes your arm again, but you refuse to follow him, standing your ground.

“Let go!” You struggle a bit on his grip, noticing how you actually need to act as if it's tighter than it really is. When he turns to face you again, as you struggle, his face comes close again, his eyes filled with Billy's annoyance.

“Get your butt–” Exactly in time, a crack reaches your ears, and both you and Dacre look at the woods with wide eyes, your breaths caught in your throats, unsure of what made that noise, but not excited to find out. “Let's get out of here.”

“Yeah.” You mumble, heading back into the car.

“And cut!” The director yells as soon as you close the door shut. “That was good, but I want another take. I want the same tension you both built on season 2, only now it's stronger, you're face to face. And Dacre, work this out because people need to be convinced Billy likes someone for something else than just fool around.”

You both nod, repeating the same thumbs-up gesture. Taking a deep breath you wait for the sign and starts moving, doing pretty much the same until you're both out of the car, but this time, when Dacre pulls your arm, you act as if the pull was stronger then it actually was, letting yourself collide against his chest before stepping away. “Are you really going to walk home with that... Thing out there?”

“Does it look like I have a choice? You just saw that and you still couldn't bring yourself to drive a lady home. You're such a gentleman.” Instead of just putting a finger on his chest, you push him away with both hands, not keeping the normal distance as doing so, and letting your eyes fall on his unbuttoned shirt for a couple of seconds before raising your them again. You feel the heat on your cheeks, and you know you're blushing. Checking him out was not the intention.

Dacre's eyes meet yours, and for a second they soften before the usual annoyance comes back. You wonder if he's trying to say something, give you a hint about something he wants to do, but you have no idea what it might be. “Cut the bullshit and let's go, princess.” The weight on the last word is different, lower, meant as in insult, an irony.

“Let go!” You whisper-yell, trying to pull away, but you stop when Dacre holds the other arm, trying to drag you to the car. His stare is intense, and the cameras move a little, coming closer, and you know they're focusing on your faces. “Let go.” You repeat, much lower this time, trying to put some distance between you and him, since your bodies are way too close already.

“Get your butt–” The crack again, the stare at the woods, and the sudden change of moods. Run now, fight later. “Let's get the hell out of here.”

Nodding in agreement, you give your arms one last push, and Drace's eyes come back to you as if remembering he was still holding you, finally releasing his grip. You both run to the car and the scene is over.

Despite saying it was perfect, the director wanted two more takes. He wants proximity, touching, anger mixed with a sudden, recently discovered passion from an unexpected connection at first sight. You're happy to hear that you did achieve that, not sure if it came from your skills or the funny feeling you had in your stomach through the scene. It's weird to have someone you basically just met so close, only inches away.

When it's all done, you take off the outfit and put your clothes back on after washing the make-up away. Then you wait for Vicky, leaning against the minivan, scrolling through your Instagram feed.

“Hi again.” You see Dacre approaching through the corner of your eyes, raising your head to look at him. “Have you checked in at the hotel yet?”

“Yes, just before coming here.” All the actors are staying at the same hotel, just so it's easier to gather everyone around when needed, and be sure of the time it gets for them to get on set.

“I came in my car. I can give you a ride there if you like.” As he speaks, you see Vicky coming, talking with the director. Which you still don't know the name yet.

“I came with Vicky, my agent.” Gesturing at her, you feel embarrassed to decline, and you hope Vicky will say something to help you out as she usually does. “Right, Vi?”

“Oh, no.” Waving her hand in a fast motion, she puts a lock of her blond hair behind her ear. “Remember what I told you? Make connections, friends. Don't stick with me during the whole production.” She reaches out her hand and Dacre politely shakes it. “I'm Victoria Klein. (Y/N)'s agent and her mother's oldest friend.”

“Dacre Montgomery.” He simply says.

“You may take her to the hotel. I have some things to do and she needs to rest. Long day tomorrow.”

You just watch as Vicky sets you up as if you're not even there to make your own call. But you're too shy to say anything else, to still refuse Dacre's kindness. “Ok then. See you, Vicky.”

“Have a good night.” She says after giving you a quick hug.

Silently, you follow Dacre through the set to the parking lot. His car is among several different trucks, some of them already leaving. “Nice car.” You tell him as you get into the passenger seat.

“It's rented.” Dacre turns the ignition and the car comes to life. “I can't be without a car. What if I need to go somewhere?”

“Fair enough.”

He drives through the huge set and you fall into a comfortable silence, not sure of that to say. It would help if you could see some kind of landscape or anything at all through the window. Then you wouldn't look like an idiot with eyes glued at nothing but darkness.

“Did you stop to speak to the journalists?” Dacre asks when you reach the exit, waving at one of the guards.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah. What did they ask?”

“Spoilers.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a glance, and he does the same. “About Amy's and Billy's relationship. What can be expected after their meeting in the season finale.”

A low giggle escapes his lips. “Wait until they know.”

“But they will have to wait until next year.”

“You did well back there. You actually blushed. How did you do that?” He stops at the red light, and you feel when he looks at you. Running a hand through your hair, you meet his eyes.

You weren't trying to blush. You just did. “I'm a very good actress.” Giving him a sassy smirk, you see when his lips break into a smile. It's different from Billy's smile, he doesn't act like he's trying to hide some unknown meaning behind it.

“You sure are.” The red light turns green and you start moving again. “Uhm... There will be a kissing scene, you know.” Oh. The kissing scene. You read through it, of course, you just didn't give much thought about it. “Have you ever done a kissing scene?”

“No.” The answer is quick, you don't have to think much. “In my long list of three movies, in two of them my character didn't have any romantic interests and in the other one it was platonic.” Dacre had done it, you remember from some movie, not sure which one. Your mother insisted on watching some of his movies, just so you'd ‘get to know your co-star skills’ before actually having to work with him. But it's different. It's completely different watching a character on screen and then meeting the person behind it.

“Oh, ok. I hope I won't make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Don't worry about that.” You're a professional, and that's your job. It's just a kiss anyways, and the scene won't be shot any time soon. You'll have time to get used to the idea.

“I just think that since our characters arch is connected from now on, it would be good to get to know each other. It helps a lot when the co-stars are somehow friends.”

“Of course.” He has way more experience in this than you, so whatever he says, you agree.

When you get to the hotel, Dacre leaves his car on the underground parking lot, and, despite having his room key, he insists on accompanying you to the reception to get your card. Once you're in the elevator, you rest your back against the mirror, watching the numbers as they light up.

“We should exchange numbers,” Dacre says, turning to look at you. “In case some of us need to go through the lines or work on something.” He shrugs his shoulders, the light fabric of his white shirt moving. “It's a thing among us. You'll be invited to a lot of parties like that.”

“Sure.” Taking your phone off your pocket you unlock it and hand it over to him as he does the same. Quickly, you type your number and save if on his contacts list.

“That's my stop.” He says when you reach the 14th floor. “See you tomorrow.”

“Good night.” You mumble, waving at him as the elevator door closes again.

The first thing you do when you get to your room is kick off your shoes, already undressing to hit the shower before throwing yourself on bed. It's very late and you won't have many hours of sleep. You're halfway to the bathroom when you take your phone to put on some music. But you don't recognize the object in your hand. After a moment of confusion, you realize it's Dacre's phone.

“What now?” Stopping on your tracks, you start making the way back and gathering the clothes you left on the floor, putting them on again. Since you don't know the number of his room and knocking from door to door is ridiculous, you decide to call reception and just ask. But on your way to the landline they have near the couch, Dacre's phone starts ringing. You were wondering who would it be when you read your own name on the screen.

“Oh, hi.” You're quick to pick up. “I guess you have my phone.”

“Yeah, I got lucky it didn't lock, or else I'd have to call reception asking for your room.” His voice gets a lot darker through the phone. “Would you tell me which one is it? I'm already heading to your floor.”

“1703.” Already making your way to the door, you hear the soft beep of the elevator's doors opening.

“I'm almost there.” He's still speaking when he turns the corner, getting into your sight. You hang up, a shy smile on your face. “Sorry about that.” He hands you over your phone and you give him back his.

“It's alright. We're both tired.” You expect him to just say good night and leave, but he doesn't, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

“Have you met the others yet? Natalia, Joe, Millie...?”

“No, not yet.” You've heard they are very close, and you're the new girl in set. Saying you're nervous doesn't get anywhere close.

“I'm your only friend so far then.” Dacre states. “I'll break the ice with the others, don't worry.” He smiles again, and now, under the bright lights of the hotel hall, you can see his face perfectly. His blue eyes, a lot kinder then they were earlier today when he was Billy.

“Thanks. Guess I'll see you tomorrow then... Pool scenes.”

“Pool scenes.” He repeats. “I'll leave you to sleep now. Good night, (Y/N). Again.”

“Good night, Dacre.” Standing by the door, you watch as the walks away, towards the elevators.

You're about to head inside when, just before he turns around the corner, Dacre gives you one last look, a smile coming to his lips when his eyes meet yours.

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[broxklynn]

Alright. I kinda feel like there's no interesting love interest in New Era. I just want to say, that it is my opinion and of course, everyone can think the way the want!

So, in The Origins I found every LI interesting. Leiftan (he was my favourite), because of his mysterious personality and this whole trailor-plot later on, his parents, his guardians (I'm not sure if this is how you write it in english, oops) and his motives. My second favourite, Valkyon, also was an amazing character! I loved his opening up to Erika, his family plot, finding out he's a dragon - it was awesome route to play. Next, we have Ezarel, and, my Lord, I can say without hesitation his route was the most fun to play with! His backstory, his honey obsession, his funny nicknames. This find about not like to being touched (which was never explained, thanks a lot, Beemoov) and finally - his jokes. His fantastic teasing and this back-and-forth with Erika. And, we have Nevra. I adored that guy. He was funny, charming and unforgattable. His route was super cool, a bit awkward at times, but in a good way! And his dialogues, it was so funny!

But now? Well. We have Leiftan, Lance, Mathieu and Nevra. And, hm. I'm going to sound really mean, so, yeah. They are not interesting at all, at least for me. Leiftan? He looks way less attractive (sorry, bae, but that's the true - Beemoov made you look terrible), but that's not the main issue. For me, he's still a bit interesting. I'm curious about his backstory (I hope Beemoov will give me that), his relationship with Lance, etc. But, at the same time, he's just, a different character? Maybe only I think so, but I feel like he totally lost his personality, and I understand that he's feeling really guilty about that he's done and he probably going through a lot inside, but, now, I feel like he's so empty? I dunno. Maybe, it's because in The Origins there was this whole trailor/deamon plot, but at the same time, I chose Leiftan to be my LI without knowing he's a traitor - I was interested in him, but now, for some odd reason, it disapeared. Maybe, it's because Beemoov totally forgot about this whole soulmate thing? (what I mean is: in spin off, he tells us how much he waited for "Erika" to come, how much he adored her, ect, ect, and it's just weird that the completely gave up on it) I dunno, he's just, different in New Era. Lance - alright, I totally hate him, but he's the most interesting route, I give you that. He still doesn't make me super intrested, but I am curious about him, his route and stuff (but I'm pretty sure Beemoov will ruin it by rushing things off), so yeah. Mathieu, oh, Lord. I mean, I don't mind him being a human (I know some people do, and that's okay, it's a fantasy game after all), but he's just, for me (remember, this whole post is my opinion!), so boring. Only thing that interests me it this "him being a traitor" headcanon (I re-blog it a few days ago), but it's just a speculation and it would've been a huge rip-off of The Origins, so I dunno. He's kinda boring to me, sorry. Maybe, later on in the story, he'll turn out to be interesting. The last one, Nevra - omg. I totally feel like he lost his charm. I adored Nevra in TO (I loved every single LI in The Origins, tbh) and now, I miss him. He's no longer this flirty, funny vampire. You could say that he "grew up" or "got mature", but that doesn't work for me, I really liked him back then. Really. And, how come he didn't pick up on this whole "movie thing" in episode 4? (When Erika tells him, that the scene was like from the movie), I mean he was the master in flirts and talking to girls, how couldn't he pick up on this? She literally, straight up said r-o-m-a-n-t-i-c. I dunno, maybe I have unrealistic ideas/expectations.

I miss "Ezarel's personality" (I miss Ezarel in general). I miss different body types, different personalities, different backstory. Now, what we have? Flirty, but stupid human, "mature" and a bit awkward vampire, quiet daemon that broke up with us for some reason and hm, hard-to-understand dragon. Nice.

Alright, I feel like this post is really chaotic, haha, sorry.