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eggrollforyou · 24 hours ago

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Need This

Law x F!Reader

CW: Established relationship, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), slight angst- feelings of overwhelm, fingering, oral (M!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, sub Law, needy Law, slight praise kink, religious themes if you squint

A/N: thanks everyone for participating in my poll! Sub Law smashed the competition! This was a fun one to indulge in. I hope you enjoy it. I definitely had to take breaks 🥵 I spent more time making the banner than I did proofreading. I'll come back later and make edits as I see them 🙈

“DAMN IT, SHACHI! I said NOT to do that. Bathroom duty, the next 4 rotations,” Law shouted in frustration. “W-what?! But Captain! Four rotations?! I just thought you might like to try something different with your rice balls this week,” Shachi exclaims as he dejectedly throws his hands down by his side. Law sucked his teeth in frustration, “And I said no, the last time you tried. Clear it with me before you waste the fucking ingredients. Four rotations,” as he stomps out of the galley.

You stared at Shachi in disbelief at Law’s outburst. Shachi returns your widened gaze as he shrugs in disbelief, “I don't know what the fuck has been going on with him. He's been so goddamn touchy the last few days. Ugh…fucking bathroom duty?!” He cries out as he swipes his hand down his face. “Fuck…,” he mumbles to himself as he walks out. You shift a glance over to Penguin who was sitting quietly, clearly trying not to invoke the wrath of Law.

“How long has he been like this? I've only been gone for a couple weeks running that mission for him,” you ask quietly. “It's been like this the last week, almost. It's been UNBEARABLE, Y/N,” he sighs. “We've all been walking on eggshells. Even Bepo has been doing his best to stay in line. You've got to figure out what's going on with him and save us from this torture. Everyone is afraid to make him mad and end up with some fucked up duty as punishment.” He gets up and puts his dishes away for the poor soul who last pissed off Law- to clean it with a toothbrush.

What the hell is going on? Nothing happened while I was out, I think. Even still, this really isn't like Law, you think to yourself. Sure punishments weren't out of the ordinary. Especially considering the antics the crew got up to, but something was up. Law was clearly extra touchy about everything. He usually wouldn't throw a fit over a change in his rice ball recipe. You sigh to yourself, wondering how you're going to handle this, lest you be subjected to his next punishment.

Law stormed back to his office quickly and slammed the door behind him in a huff. “What the FUCK was Shachi thinking? He knows what I like. Why would he randomly fucking change it?!” he grumbles to himself, still fuming. The three weeks have been an absolute shit show, especially the last week. Nothing has gone right. He feels absolutely out of control. Something he really doesn't like.

Sure with the Straw Hats, he's come to expect it. But on his own ship? He always had control. But it seemed there was something in the drinking water, because even his crew were doing everything they could to rip apart his every last nerve. He sighed in utter defeat and plopped down into his desk chair, covering his eyes with his hand on his brow.

It started with his last mission plan. He was working with Robin to gather info on a poneglyph. They went to some dusty ass island in the middle of nowhere based on some intel they gathered the week prior, only to learn that Shachi and Penguin got the information wrong. He gave them the leeway to do it on their own, because they groveled for the opportunity, and they fucked it up! Little did he know, they were simply given bad information, but that didn't change the fact that they were in the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time, so they couldn't ambush who they needed information. After that, it seemed everything was spiraling out of his control and he couldn't handle it any longer.

He sighed again, showing his weary heart. Rubbing his temples, “Fuck…I overreacted again didn't I?” he questioned himself. He knew he was touchier than normal. He was just tired of it all. Tired of the responsibility of his crew, tired of always having to make the decisions because it seemed no one else could do it on their own, tired of being the only one with any sense to maintain charge. It was exhausting. Then he felt the pang of guilt in his chest. Shachi only changed the rice ball recipe by one ingredient, one that he liked, and he acted like an ass. He stood up, prepared to apologize. He opened the door to go to Shachi’s station and was met with you, wide eyed in surprise and your hand up, your knuckles about to knock on the door, right as he swung it open.

“Y/N, you're back!” He pulls you into a hug, one you noted was tighter than his usual, but you're quick to return it. You have been gone for two weeks to try to gather better intel on a sleazebag who supposedly had the correct information to the poneglyph Law and Robin were trying to find. Law sighed, taking in a big breath, smelling your hair- he missed it. “I missed you,” he whispers and you feel the tension in his body slowly soften. “When did you get back?” You walked him backwards into the office and closed the door behind you. “Just an hour ago. I witnessed your blow up on Shachi. Is everything okay? This stuff usually doesn't make you so upset,” you probe, as you push some of his hair out of his face, resting your hands to hold both sides of his face.

Law sighs, “I know. I-I feel terrible. I shouldn't have blown up like that. I just….I'm so tired Y/N…nothing has gone to plan the last three weeks. I'm just….tired of it all.” You gaze back, trying to hide your surprise. Law isn't usually so forthcoming with how he's feeling. Usually he's ��emotionally constipated. It's like pulling teeth to get him to talk to you, but now? You can see he's held in his stress for too long. His soul and heart are raw from the expectations he placed upon himself. Your heart twists at the sight. “Oh, Law, baby. Don't worry about Shachi. He'll be fine. I'll take care of it, ok? You don't have to do this alone.”

His body shakes as he finds comfort in your presence, in your love. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart and his thoughts- racing a mile a minute. “I’m just so tired of the responsibility of everything. Being Captain, making sure everyone is safe. Making all the decisions, all the plans…all the time,” he pauses. You sense his hesitation to continue and don’t allow him to break from your hold. Running your hand in his hair, your other running pressured strokes on his back. Hoping it prompts him to continue. He senses your effort to ground him, “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it…But…it’s just been so much for so long…I wish I could just give up all control, even if only for a day.” Getting the words out finally makes him feel like he has space to breathe.

You pull him to your lips in a reassuring kiss, embracing him to try to take some of his stress. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, returning your embrace, pulling you in tight and you feel his body begin to relax. “Are you ok?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “You can talk to me,” you console. He sighs, his skin tingling as your fingertips lightly scratch his scalp. “I…,” he hesitates. Does he really want to burden you with this? The thought of opening up has him feeling vulnerable, but he feels so tightly wound.

Like a spool of wire pulled so taught that it’ll burst at any moment. He’s afraid of what the shrapnel could do. To you, to him, to his crew. Everything he’s worked so hard for. And suddenly, his thoughts flash to Corazon. How he put everything on the line to help him. A dying child, with little hope, ready to throw everything away. How he gave up everything, so that he could be the man he’s become. To live….to thrive.

You hold his face between your palms, leaning back to look into his tired eyes. You see the exhaustion on his face; the weariness. How it’s taken its toll since you’ve been gone. “Thank you,” you press a kiss to his forehead, “for telling me,” you press another on his cheek, “I will always be here to help you, with whatever you need,” and another kiss to the corner of his mouth. You slowly walk him backwards, he stops when he feels the edge of the couch hit the back of his legs. Forcing him to sit, you straddle his lap, determined to smother him in your love and affection. Going on missions for him wasn’t out of the ordinary. After all, he had big plans. But you didn’t realize how much you missed him while you were gone for this one, especially after hearing about what weight he keeps himself under when you’re not there.

He buries his face into your chest, not realizing how much you ground him through everything until now. He smells you again, taking long deep breaths, and suddenly his heart is pounding. Though this time not from stress, from your closeness. He realizes how wrapped in you he truly is at the moment. He pulls back to look at you, your eyes sparkling as you gaze back at him, and he presses a kiss to your collarbone. “Thank you. For….everything.” You smile warmly in return, trying to hide your surprise at this different side of him that you’ve never seen before. “You would do the same for me, Law. I will always be here for you. But next time…,” he looks at you, clearly on the upside of this moment, “Next time, come to me before it gets to this, okay?” His lips tug up into a shy smile and he nods, “I don’t want to see you hurting like this. All of us are here for you. We love you….I love you.”

You lean down to give him another kiss. One turns into two and they continue to multiply. You feel the flutters of desire begin to grow as your bodies heat up and react to one another. His grip on you is tight as he keeps your chest pressed against his. As you slot your lips against his again, your tongues meet in a kiss that quickly gets heated. You begin to grind your hips into him, legs still straddling him, and he whines into your mouth. It sounds like music to your ears. Law NEVER whines. He’s always been one to take charge, but this time feels different.

“Please, Y/N,” his voice wavers. This time, you think, you won’t let him. He feels your smirk on his lips, “You’ve been so good for me, Law. I think I should show you just how much I appreciate it,” as you grind your clothed cunt on his growing erection with more force. His eyes flutter shut and he whimpers. It fuels the fire you are stoking. “Please…I n-need you. I need this.” You lean back slightly to look at his rugged face. This time, there’s no scowl; it’s soft, relaxed, and needy. “Don’t worry Law, I’ve got you,” you huff, your voice low and full of desire. “Just relax for me, ok baby?” With his eyes closed, he nods, as you lean back to remove your shirt and bra, quickly, not stopping your relentless grinding on his lap.

His hands find purchase on your hips, clutching tightly, his fingertips turning white. You’re gasping into each other’s mouths as if you’re starving for one another. You unbutton his shirt and push it off of him, dragging your nails on every part of his exposed flesh that you touch as you bring them back up his body. Relishing in the goosebumps you leave in your wake. He shivers at the contact. “Does that feel good, baby?” He moans. “Mmmmm, I love when you make that sound for me,” you say as you press open mouthed kisses along the column of his neck and across the top of his shoulder.

You reach down to unbuckle his belt, you rise from his lap letting him shuffle his pants and boxers down as you pull your own shorts and panties, letting them pool at your feet. His eyes traveling from your ankles, looking at every part of you all the way up to your face as he pants in near desperation for your touch. You lean over him, caging him beneath you and he pulls you in, taking one of your breasts into his mouth. You throw your head back in pleasure as his tongue swipes and swirls around your nipple, his cheeks hollowing as he takes more of your breast into his mouth. Your arms wrap around his head, nails scraping into his scalp as you grip his hair. His hands grab your ass as he switches his attention to your other breast, gasping as he scrapes his teeth on your other nipple.

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his hard cock, swiping your thumb across the tip, swirling the pre-cum that’s gathered there. He whimpers at your touch as you begin slowly teasing him, grazing your fingertips in teasing, featherlight touches, along the bottom of his length, “Is this what you want, baby?”

“Y-ahh-yes, p-please, touch me Y/N,” he begs, his eyes glazed over, cheeks dusted in pink. He moans softly as you oblige in his request, grabbing length at the base and slowly twisting your fist up his length. You ghost your lips over his ear, your breath light and teasing. His breath hitches and his body stiffens as he flexes his every muscle. “You’re SO responsive for me, Law,” you whisper devilishly, intentionally keeping your lips a hair’s breadth away from the shell of his ear. His breaths come heavier and you take his wrist, bringing his hand to your core, “Feel what you do to me, Law.” You both moan as he takes two of his fingers and rubs them where you crave him most. His fingers swiping back and forth, collecting your slick- practically dripping- and swirling it around your clit.

He inserts one finger and presses the spot that makes you go insane. He watches you in reverence as he continues to slowly work his finger in and out of you. You bite your lip when he inserts the second finger. Your hand on his cock falters as he crooks his fingers, pressing his thumb on your clit with steady pressure. His pupils dilated, sweat collecting on his brow from being so worked up. “Mmmf, f-fuck, yes Law. Right there. You make me feel sooooo good,” you whimper trying not to collapse on him. His fingers continue pumping in and out of you. The room filled with sounds most unholy, the air thick with desire as you pant into each other's mouths.

You adjust while Law continues to scissor you open with his fingers, leaning down, you kiss and kitten-lick his leaking tip. He pauses for a moment, hand clenched while other hand stops fingering you. You smirk for a moment, enjoying Law turning into a flushed mess at your touch. “Tell me what you need, Law.” He hisses, eyes opening to see you peeking up at him, his cock throbs in your hand, “I need your mouth…please,” he groans. “Need my mouth where?” you tease. “O-on my cock, please, I need your mouth on my cock,” he pants. You chuckle, “Good boy,” and as you sink your mouth down onto his cock, his arm reaches over your back, grabbing your side, “A-aahhh- shit- your mouth feels so good, sweetheart.”

You glide your lips up and down his shaft, building a steady rhythm, occasionally taking him deeper, touching the back of your throat. You pause to relax your throat to take him further and he hisses, pushing his hips up into your mouth. You moan when his hand presses slightly on the back of your head, forcing a small gag from you, your grip on the base of his cock tightening slightly. His hand in your hair stops pressing and he holds on to it while you take back control. Bringing your lips back to his tip as you swirl your tongue, your hand working what couldn’t fit into your mouth, drool dripping down your wrist. You tease his tip continuously with each pass, making his toes curl, his abs tighten, getting lost in the gasps and moans you pull from the back of his throat.

Coming up with a lewd pop as you pull his throbbing length from your mouth, you push his shoulders back to keep him leaning back on the couch as you throw your leg over him. Sitting on his lap, his spit soaked cock between you both, you lean up and grind your pussy on him. Leaning forward to capture his lips in yours as you spread your slick on his shaft. You reach down to line him up with your entrance, slowly pushing his fat tip in. You slowly sink down onto his length to the hilt, releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He reaches to grab the side of your face and your neck, pulling you into a ravenous kiss. You begin grinding your hips in a circular motion, eating his wanton moans. “Hold me tight, make me feel every inch of you,” you whisper.

A guttural moan is ripped from his throat as you grind yourself up and down his length as his arms wrap tightly around you. Your forehead is pressed to his as you lock eyes, fire in them. You pick up your pace until your hips and thighs burn, fueled to continue by Law’s unwavering grip on your hips and his moans each time you pull your clenching walls up to his tip and slam down. “Baby-baby-f-fuck,” his eyes are glistening as he watches you take all of him, over and over. You slow down, putting your finger under his chin forcing his gaze up at you, “I want you to look at me, baby. Look at me to see how good you feel. How good you make me feel. Can you do that?” He gulps, “Y-yes,” his strong hands grasping and kneading your hips, ass, and thighs. “Mmm, so good for me, Law, thank you baby.”

“Fu-uuck,” he stutters as he begins thrusting up into you. He’s pulling you so tightly into him, you don’t know where one begins and the other ends, you’re just melting into each other. “Hnng, you feel so good inside me, Law, keep going.” Spurred by your praise, he picks up his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin turning you both on even more. You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as you clench around Law’s cock. Both of you panting, “Fuck, you feel so good…I-I c-can’t stop,” his voice shaky as he loses himself in you.

His thrusts are growing needier as you moan praises, fire in your veins as he brings you closer to your climax. His eyes roll back when your hands reach for his shoulders as he fucks up into you. Your nails leaving crescent marks on them. You look down at him, his fucked out expression, determined to please you. He swears you're an angel, peering down at him, perfect in every way. He groans in euphoria at the sting of your nails, your clenching walls wrapped around him, as he fucks the shape of him into you.

“F-fuck, Law, I need to cum, can you make me cum, baby?” You pant breathlessly. “Fuuuhhck-hhng-yes baby, let me,” he growls as he snakes his hand down to your clit, messily rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You feel him throb inside you as the touch makes you bite your lip to contain your screams, your cunt clenching hard as he works you to your orgasm.

“Please, baby, please give it to me, I need this,” he groans, maintaining his hungry gaze with yours, and you begin to tumble into the waves of electric pleasure that wash over you. “Fuuuck, don't stop, fuck me just like that,” you command. “Ah-ahhh-aghhhh,” he can no longer contain himself as he feels you flutter on his cock, using him for your pleasure. He stills for a moment as his release spills into you, pressed against your cervix. Sighs and moans of pleasure as he finishes with you.

You're both spent, sweaty messes when his thrusts finally come to a stop. He pulls your lips to his, capturing your lips in a languid kiss. Your tongues swirl in a tired dance as you both come down from your highs. Panting into each other. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for helping me,” he grumbles, half asleep from the energy expended from his emotions and your body.

You hum at his words of affection pressing kisses on random places of exposed skin. “You needed stress relief, baby. I'm glad I could oblige. I'm always here for you. Again you don't have to do this all alone.” He brings you into a tight embrace again, as if he's what tethers you to this world. You stand up off of him to gather your clothes, quickly shimmying on your underwear and shorts and grabbing a small towel to clean yourselves off.

You lay Law down on the couch, running your hand on his arm. “You stay here, rest. I'll take care of things for a bit,” pressing a kiss to his forehead. He leaves a sigh of relief. “What did I do to have you? Please…tell Shachi I'm sorry.” You squeeze his hand in reassurance and quietly leave the office as you hear his breathing even out.

Only to be surprised by Penguin and Shachi just around the corner. “Ah!” you yelp, looking behind you, hoping you didn't wake Law up. “What the fuck are you two doing here?! Creeps!” They snicker, sharing a knowing glance between themselves. “Soooo,” Shachi chimes, hoping you have good news for him. “How's the Captain feeling?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you squeeze your eyes shut. This is the shit he deals with….daily. You think to yourself. “Shachi….fucking…four rotations!” His bright eyes dim as his cheeky grin falters, his mouth agape. “W-what?! But-but- you were supposed to help me out!” As you walk away, Penguin is grabbing his stomach trying not to burst out in laughter, “Law took it back, but I'm giving it back because you're a fucking pervert! He sends his apologies!” You call out to him as you wave your hand goodbye.

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eclipseberrycake · 2 days ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 10

AN: There was a request for how they all said I love you and I decided I wanted to do it :) I'm trying to decide how I want the timeline of like the serious/lore stuff to go, and if I want to do it now or wait. I'm almost at 150 followers so maybe I'll do it for that :D

This was a request but atp it's just as much for me as it is for y'all

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven -> Part Eight -> Part Nine -> Part Nine 1/2

Warning: Cosmo's bit gets a little steamy idk what happened maybe im ovulating or sum./hj

☁ I love relationship building so much. You guys have no idea, especially with Food Coma boys. (Which is also apparently one of their ship names omg???)

☁ So, I think it's easiest to honestly go one by one with these boys. As I've established before, they each have their own things and moments with each other as well, just to note, so like please don't think this relationship is they're all in love with Reader and not each other. I had someone message me with concerns regarding that, and I just wanna clear the air! They all love each other and Reader very much and are one big happy unit :D So I hope this kind of help mends any questions because I tried adding more...yk MBC moments without reader involved! (That sounds bad but you'll see)

☁ That being said, they all get their own moments FIRST. And while Sprout got you all together, Astro is the catalyst for most of it. Cosmo has his own moments later, dw.

☁ He's a quiet guy, don't get that wrong, but he's such a lover. He's so used to hiding in the background and hoping people don't notice him because he was so insecure about himself, his personality, his looks and thoughts and opinions and-

☁ He was just...scared of the world, he supposes. But you three had a way of just...making it better. Not so scary.

☁ He shows his love in a variety of ways. Small acts of service and physical touch are big ones, quality time too. He absolutely adores just...being with you guys in any capacity. He doesn't like to make big spectacles about his love for you all, but he does love making sure you all know it. So if that takes something a little more obvious then what he's used to doing, he's willing to do it.

☁ He says it to Cosmo first, suckas. It's not something he plans, no, it just slips out. They're in the middle of the first (of what would become many) horror movie nights they'd share, just the two of them. Sprout was busy with plans he previously made with Vee and you encourage the two of them to spend some time alone just the two of them, taking Coal and Pebble to the training room for some exercise.

☁ Cosmo's energy is not as vibrant as yours and Sprouts, it's much softer and gentler, a welcoming embrace despite the tense atmosphere of the room. They had set up on the bed, with snacks and drinks at the ready, leaning against a mountain of pillows cuddled up against each other. The movie was mid at best, with cheap attempts at scares, but they joked it would make you and Sprout jump just the same.

☁ There was a lull in the movie where Cosmo was telling him about Razzle and Dazzle's recent attempt at comedy when it just...slipped? Maybe it was the reflection of Cosmo's eyes, the reflection from the duo of colors or just the way he used his hands to emphasize his distaste with the finn-esque puns they attempted, but it bubbled up and spilt out before he could stop it.

☁ "I love you." It was as simple as that, just those three words, but they made Cosmo stop all the same. He stilled, blinked and immediately snapped all of his attention to Astro, who was just about to fly into a flurry of apologies and pleas to just forget about it, but he was stopped by the feeling of Cosmo's lips pressing against his, his curled tail wagging wildly behind him.

☁ When he pulled away, his eyes shined with tears even as Astro wiped away the ones he could. "Oh, nightlight, I love you too."

☁ Sprout was next for Astro. The two mains already previously had a relationship, so they fell back into step pretty easily, the only difference really being more physical touch between them. They're used to spending time together, so when you and Cosmo are away on a common's exclusive run, it's no skin off their teeth.

☁ Before looking through old files and things, I imagine Sprout uses Astro as a taste tester as, unlike you and Cosmo, he'll be honest with him about adjustments that need to be made. Sprout has him relatively trained enough to tell if there's too much salt, too much butter, if it's overmixed or not folded well enough.

☁ So they use the opportunity to try more...temperamental recipes. Macrons are at the top of Sprout's list, constantly trying, and subsequently failing, to perfect the twitchy cookie. This was the fourth session of trying.

☁ Astro has no issues regarding this as he gets the failed cookies regardless and he gets to spend one on one time with Sprout, so a win is a win in his book.

☁ Plus, seeing the berry's leaves up in a ponytail stirs something fluttery in Astro's gut that he doesn't quite want to address just yet, much less when he adds a bandana to keep the smaller bits at bay.

☁ It all seemed to be going well, up until Sprout pulled the cookies out, only to look absolutely crushed at the concaved shells and lack of feet. The tray is practically thrown onto the counter as Sprout passes, Astro clicking his tongue sympathetically as he welcomes the defeated berry into his chest, wrapping his cloak around him. Astro is only half convinced he won't cry, but will be there even if he does.

☁ "I hate these stupid cookies." Sprout mumbles, and Astro hums. "And the French." Astro hums again, refraining from voicing the thought that there's no way the entirety of France is to blame here.

☁ "It's okay. Flat cookies or not, I still love you." He mumbled back, brushing back the strands in the ponytail, watching the greenery bounce back- rather amused by it until Sprout is suddenly pulling away, hands racing to squeeze the celestials cheeks. "What?!"

☁ "I-" Sprout shakes his head, not letting Astro continue. "No, I heard it. I'm mostly bummed because how did you beat me?!"

☁ "Beat you?"

☁ "I was supposed to say it to you first!" The berry, dare he say, whines, throwing his head back before it's whipping forward, slowing before it collides with the Celestial's own heads, gently laying against his forehead. "I love you, Astro Novalite. Never forget it, yeah?"

☁ "Or what?" Astro teases, barely getting another word before Sprout is on him, hands still holding his cheeks as his lips swallow Astro's own laughter.

☁ Now, welcome back to the story, Reader :). We missed you! As an apology for kicking you out momentarily to watch the boys be boys in love, lets start you off with ASTRO >:D

☁ I have a favorite, if you couldn't tell. (It's all of them and I struggle to split the parts between each of their POVS)

☁ So for you, Astro doesn't approach it the same way. No, he owes you so much for so many reasons and needs something much further. You were the one who got the majority of the research to bring him back, having to distract his twisted form over and over and over again. You were the one to use the antidote, cornering him and carrying him back to the elevator. You were the one to ease him back into the swing of things, playing guard dogs when the other commons became a bit too much for him so soon after his return. You were there, with Cosmo of course, during the entirety of his recovery, sneaking him treats and threading tales of the runs you've done to keep him entertained.

☁ It's not as graceful as you think.

☁ Sprout and Cosmo are in the kitchen and you're laying down for a midday nap, inviting Astro to come with since you know he, more than anyone, loves a good nap. He eagerly accepts, walking with you back to your room with a little skip in his step.

☁ Except for the first time...ever, he can't sleep. You're already dozing beside him, chest rising and falling with your back moving in time with under the hand he's keeping between your shoulders. He's practically thrumming with energy as if he used his own ability on himself.

☁ He thinks for a moment what you normally do when he's asleep and you're feeling wide awake. He immediately comes to his solution, grinning.

☁ "Hey," He pokes your cheek and your brows furrow. "Hey, I need you to un-sleep for a second."

☁ "What are you going on about-" You groan, words slurring slightly as one of your eyes just barely peek open. "If I give you a kiss will you...not."

☁ "Nope." He pops his 'P', making you groan. "I need you to know how much I adore you and care for you and how if you never wake up from your dreams its because I'm living the dream by being one of the ones you chose."

☁ "If you don't wake up from your dreams, it's because I suffocated you with your pillow!" You hiss, scrunching your eyes shut much tighter as you curl into your blanket, which is really just his stolen cloak. "Now go to beeeed."

☁ "I love you." He purrs, watching in real time as your eyes pop open and stare at him. You have to hide your grin before your raising to lean on your hands. "I love you too!" You say with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.

☁ You give him a kiss, a nuzzle of your foreheads and a quick glare before laying back down on his chest, waiting a second before closing your eyes, as if daring him to speak again.

☁ "And another thing-"

☁ "OKAY-" You're sitting up again, this time planting your hands on his shoulders as he laughs up at you. "Lay down."

☁ "I'm laying down." He teases, finding too much entertainment in your reaction at having the tables turned on you. He's been awoken many a times to you leaning over him, poking him if only to tell him about how it's raining outside or some weird miniscule thing you suddenly remembered.

☁ "I love you." You start, jabbing his chest. "But I don't play like this." You sneer. Then you lay down and press a kiss to his lips once more. "You're very cute." You growl, laying back down. This time he lets you with a small chuckle, quick to follow you into dreamland.

☁ If you think that doesn't become a habit between you two, I hate to tell you. It does. Sprout and Cosmo are so over it.

☁ Sprout is next for you dear reader.

☁ It's probably sometime after Vee's retrieval, when you're supposed to be resting, but are not, sneaking into the kitchen you were banned from.

☁ Your sock padded feet are nearly silent against the tile in the kitchen, blanket swishing against the floor as you reach for the utensil drawer, grabbing a spoon before reaching into one of the cabinets, blindly reaching for your treat of choice. Your fingers wrap around it, pulling it free as you beam at it.

☁ Getting a pudding cup past Sprout these days was a challenge all on it's own, but this had been a well planned heist. Even while injured, you were relatively fast, contorting your body to escape the hold Cosmo had on you. You carefully stepped out of bed down near the foot of it, staying a few seconds just to ensure the three behind you stayed asleep. They did, with minimal scuffling to fill in the gap. You let out a sigh of relief, grabbing the blanket you planted at the end of the bed the night before before making your way to the kitchen.

☁ All for a pudding cup.

☁ Looking at said treat, you wilt a bit at what your life has come to in terms of pudding.

☁ Still, you peel it open and eagerly dig your spoon into it, bringing it to your mouth only to freeze at the eyes peering at you. You pause, stilling your actions as they blink. You blink. Then you shake your head, eyes pleading silently.

☁ "Pebs, buddy. C'mon, think of all we've been through." You plead, watching the rock stare you down. His tail wags and you think for a moment you've won.

☁ "Arf!"

☁ It echoes in the hall and you nearly sob at it. It would only wake one person, but that one person is the one you planned so hard to get around all for it to be foiled by the dog.

☁ "I hate you." You sneer at the oddly proud looking pup. " I'm giving you a bath later." The threat falls on deaf ears as Pebble runs in a circle, tail continuing to wag.

☁ He barks again, but you don't care. The damage has been done. Frankly, you really should blame Gigi. She started the whole pudding cup fiasco.

☁ Pebble runs off behind you and you take a moment for a deep breath before turning. As predicted, Sprout is there, gently scratching Pebble's chin, slipping him a treat before standing. Pebble takes it and runs off somewhere, leaving you in the clutches of the Warden. He looks at you, but rather than the normal face he has when he scolds, he's smiling. It almost looks like he's trying not to laugh.

☁ "What are you laughing at?" You snip, and he nearly breaks, shaking his head. "Your face. You look like someone kicked your puppy."

☁ You pout further and he laughs before walking over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before continuing further into the kitchen, grabbing an apron as he goes. You watch him skeptically, eyes darting to your pudding then back to him. When he turns to check on you, haven't heard you move at all, he raises a brow. "What's up, bud?"

☁ "You're just gonna...let me have it?" You raise a brow, not trusting the situation. He scoffs good naturedly at this. "I'm honestly more surprised you aren't sick of it for life. If you want a pudding cup this morning, I won't stop you. One is where I draw the line though."

☁ You hum slowly, taking a spoonful of your treat once more and sticking it in your mouth. it makes your tail wag as you walk to the barstools around the counter, perching yourself on one as you watch Sprout work, getting everything ready for the morning.

☁ "Do you ever get tired of doing this?" You ask, tilting your head. Sprout hums at the question, turning on the coffee pot and pulling out a mug for himself. "No. I like doing it. The mornings are nice. Calm. Moreso when I have certain people joining me." He grins. "The usual for you?"

☁ You nod and he gets you your beverage of choice, pouring himself his own cup of coffee. "Waffles or pancakes?"

☁ "Waffles." You answer him, watching as he works. It's a smooth, flawless things, and one of the many things you love about him. The thought hits you like a brick, stunning you in your chair. He slides you your beverage of choice, raising an imaginary brow. "...Are you sure you're okay?"

☁ "I love you." You breath out, and his cheeks flush a darker red. "I love you, Sprout. Like a lot a lot." You blurt out and he stalls for a second, hands twitching for a second as he seems to reboot.

☁ Your knees lay on the stool as you push up to get closer to him over the counter. "Did I break you?"

☁ His hands shoot up, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a hard kiss to your lips. It dazes you just a bit as you swoon, your knees nearly giving out from under you. He catches your weight and laughs at you, gently setting you back down before rounding the counter, quickly repeating the kiss. When he pulls away he's beaming, squishing your cheeks. "I love you too, bud. Now, let's get you fed."

☁ Now, Cosmo, the sweet cinnamon roll cake roll baby bitch ass.

☁ You two, like Sprout and Astro, have a bit of a history together, so you guys spend time together all the time. Whether it's doing something like play wrestling in the bedroom, doing a workout together or lazing about playing video games, if either of you can't be found, there's a good chance you're with each other somewhere, goofing off while the other two are busy.

☁ I've established beforehand that he lets you just hang off him at all times (In the pudding part i think thats pt 3), but my personal HC is that Cosmo is jacked. He's got muscles and uses them without even trying.

☁ Like if he's cleaning and you're in the way, you're thrown over his shoulder in a fireman carry as he continues on. Astro needs help reaching a top shelf, Cosmo is there giving him a boost. Even if he's not careful, he'll life Sprout up in the middle of a hug. Like he's just so unaware of how strong he is.

☁ So you're probably with him while he's doing a quick workout, counting as he does pushups, swatting at his tail every time he raises. He flickers it back at you as he lowers, making it a game between you two.

☁ His shoulders move with every restart of the cycle, making your eyes track them and every flex of his muscles, hearing every one of his grunts.

☁ (Bro i need to be caged what is with me and Cosmo omg)

☁ You swat at his tail again and he stills at the upright position, arms shaking just a bit. "You having fun back there?"

☁ "I'm having a blast. Number 65 by the way. You having fun down there?" You tease, gently pulling the tail from it's normally curled position only to release and watch it curl right back.

☁ "Oh, just the greatest time." He grunts again, lowering once more. One of your hands moving to run down his back, pressing against each of the muscles. "Do you let the other two do this?"

☁ "Who says I let you do this?" He throws back, still for a second before raising again. You press against the muscles, feeling the firm press of them against your palm.

☁ "I do. Because you lovveeee me~." You purr, hand moving to poke at some of the sprinkles in his icing. You had chosen a few of them today.

☁ He grunts again, tail swiping a few times before he chuckles, bringing his knees under him so he can sit up. You yelp as you fall, shaking your head before shooting a glare at him.

☁ He's already smirking down at you, taking a swig from his nearby water bottle. "Maybe I do. What of it?"

☁ "You don't drop people you love first off." You scoff, immediately swallowing you next complaint as the cake roll traps you between himself and the floor.

☁ "However will I make it up to you after letting you ride my back for the past however long." He snickers before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "I love you."

☁ Your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss enough you can hear his tail pick up it's wagging pace. When you separate, you grin at him. His eyes darken at the look before he's scooping you up and standing. "I'm not letting you start something in the public gym of all places."

☁ You loudly boo. "You never let me have any fun!" You cry out dramatically before huffing, smiling at the whole of it all fondly. "But, I love you too. Kill joy or not."

☁ "Bite me." Cosmo snuffs, yelping when you do exactly as he asks.

#dandys world x reader #dandy's world x reader #astro novalite #astro x reader #astro dandys world #dandy's world astro novalite x reader #dandys world sprout #cosmo doesn't have a last name #cosmo x reader #dandy's world sprout seedly #sprout seedly x reader #sprout seedly #sprout x reader #dandy's world cosmo x reader #dandy's world cosmo #moonberrycake x reader #moonberrycake

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The Peris Ravenell Post: why you should read Keys Are People Too for this soggy excuse of a man

This is a lengthy post, which is why I added the… thingy, whatever it’s called… but I promise promise it’s entertaining and it also took me like two days to put together when I’m supposed to be writing Chapter 120. That chapter’s sad, okay, I need to get out the feels by bullying Ravenell some, aight.

I recommend at least scrolling through. Especially if you know nothing about Keys Are People, Too. And also if you do.

Okay, first things first:

THIS IS WHAT PERIS RAVENELL FROM KEYS ARE PEOPLE TOO LOOKS LIKE, OKAY

I have tried to draw him on a multitude of occasions and it's given people misconceptions. He does NOT look like Abraham Lincoln, he does NOT look like a twink, he is NOT a himbo. He's just a stupid perpetually bewildered man. AND THIS IS THE ALWAYS AND FOREVER REFERENCE FOR HIS APPEARANCE

Ok thanks. NOW:

If y'all are on the fence about reading Keys Are People Too PLEASE, READ IT FOR THIS MAN

I HAVE A LIST OF REASONS FOR WHY HE IS THE BEST WORST

Reason 1: He Has Iconic Moments

This man is the most stupid, inconvenient man to ever exist. He is perpetually confused and perpetually confusing. The worst part is he wasn’t even supposed to be, he was supposed to be a background character without hardly any substance. Well he’s still gossamer, in ways, but he has also muscled his way into the plot for no reason other than to DRIVE CHASE CRAZY and provide a character foil to… *checks notes* is this supposed to say “the monkey”???

Someone (me) is unable to track these down at the moment so check the comments for iconic moments (comment your favorite Ravenell moments do my dirty work pleeeease)

Reason 2: We Love To Roast Him

So if you’re in the fan server or the AO3 comments you might not understand this completely, so let me indoctrinate you into the objective best view of Peris Ravenell: in that he is a pathetic, wimpy, soggy man and we love him for it. He doesn’t know how to dance. He doesn’t know how to cook. If his wife actually liked them they would be the epitome of girlboss/boyfailure. He’s like if margarine was a man. “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Better.” Except one look at him and it’s very easy to believe.

These are so easy to rattle off. I could go for hours.

And screw you, maybe I will.

So... yeah. It's the funniest thing ever. That is in fact, fact.

Reason 3: We Ship Him With Tree Guy From "Love Between the Christmas Trees"

If you have not read “Love Between the Christmas Trees” by proseburia on AO3, you are missing out. Not only is it a very well written and funny story, it includes Ravenell’s one, always and forever love, Tree Guy.

His name is Nick. We don’t call him Nick.

Prose’s story revolves around Chase and Deacon going into a Hallmark movie style book, in which they meet Chase’s character’s love interest, Tree Guy—a lumberjack who loves all things to do with Christmas and his hometown. Like Ravenell, Tree Guy is so straight he can hardly turn corners.

Naturally this means we head-canon them as secretly in love forever and ever, the bromance of the century, a duo so dynamic NASA wants to study it.

I even started making fanart of them, but… I stopped. Because I got lazy.

*REMEMBER, RAVENELL DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THIS! HE LOOKS LIKE THE FIRST IMAGE IN THIS POST! DO NOT TRUST ANY OF MY OTHER ART LMFAO

The name for this incredible, very valid ship is Sap Duo. They are called this because tree sap, and also Ravenell as a person is sappy. It’s perfect. They’re perfect. I know.

Also, here’s a link to Prose’s story, if you wanna go read it :3

Reason 4️⃣: He Has Fanart (that Mari made)

Lul. Look at this guy.

Reason 5: The Monkey

Ravenell’s number one nemesis in Keys Are People, Too is a monkey by the name of Jaabu that belongs to Buddy’s character, Lady Spicula. Jaabu hates the duke for no discernible reason and will go to any length to wound the duke’s pride (and sometimes just wound him in general), out of apparent personal enjoyment. She also often seems to embody the audience in their frequent desire to throttle Ravenell, so I’ve been told. (I think it’s loving?)

I illustrated a very good, very effortful depiction of the two’s usual relationship. Please view below. I’m not responding to hate mail for emotional damage over the sheer beauty of this artistic rendition. Please forward it to Jai, they wrote In Sepia after all.

Reason 6: He Is On The UQuiz For Princes (that Mari also made)

A quiz for canon Cinderella Boy Princes… and also one non-canon duke-failure!

Pretty on the nose.

She has also made fanfiction for that man, which is what the illustration is from. I… don’t know if she’s okay.

Reason 7: Flavenell

That’s it that’s the section. @lilliferwashere this one’s for u

Reason 8: He Has Good (?) Reviews

⭐️⭐️⭐️ "3/5 man. Good at fighting, probably, but bad with women most of the time. Very troubled man, so I can't give him too low of a score. That feels too mean. Monkeys are really drawn to him for some reason though and that just seems like a health hazard. To him, mostly" - @leejeann (author of So Shaped By the Chances, Viva La Short King, Notable Anti-Fluddy-er)

⭐️⭐️⭐️"Arrived soggy. Extra star for freeing the slaves — oh wait no that’s Lincoln. Well a four score or better is outta reach for Dukey. Mediocre at best." - @theautumndream (author of A Glitch Apart, Wanted For Several Photoshop Crimes, Lowkey Likenapple)

⭐️⭐️⭐️ "3/5 stars: I broke my leg and he started crying. He was so focused on how much it hurt him emotionally I forgot I was hurt and carried him back to the castle" - @mysteriousmonty (Also Finny (Allegedly), Bookbinding Enthusiast, Art Challenge Perpetuator

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "5/5 stars: I love him dearly. He's an absolute mess. I hope to get him a job where his actions affect absolutely nothing and no one where he also feels fulfilled." - @jaistashu (author of [Redacted for emotional damage] and some other ones, Certified To Know Your Stuff Better Than You Do, An Honest-to-God Baja Blast To Be Around)

⭐️⭐️⭐️ "In my opinion, he’s just A Guy™. His personality is very wet feeling, but it’s not bad. He tries his best, but he’s also a little… dumb, sometimes. He’s not the most intelligent, as in he has little common sense, but he is trying his best, which I appreciate. Peris Ravenell is a fantastically written character, and I appreciate him and his endless trying his best. He was quick to change his wording to include woman. I very much appreciate that. His upbringing wasn’t the greatest, and I understand that. He’s trying to navigate life without a proper parental relationship. He’s thrown into the world of royalty and dukedom very quickly, and he’s trying his best to navigate it. He’s a mess, albeit a wet mess, but he’s trying, and I appreciate that. Minus two stars for being an uncle’s boy." - @spookieee28 (author of Bed Bath and Hbeyond, Four Theorist, Donut)*

⭐️ "Overscoring him will only make you disappointed. You need to know that his appeal is not in how great he is. He's just a guy in the wrong genre. He's not a hero, he's just a mess. If someone got isekai'd into a murder mystery they had no brains or courage to solve. He just wants to be at the end of the book. He wants everything to be lovely without any effort. And he deserves it. He was born to be everyone's favorite useless uncle. The butt of family jokes but he loves the affection. Like watering the ugliest plant you've ever seen. 1 of 5 Stars. Would you recommend him? Yes." - @xiaomao-ai-wo (author of Unallied Queens, Sticky Note Enthusiast, Either Stalter Or Waldrorf We Aren't Sure)**

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Duke Peris “Dukey” Ravenell review:

Duke score: 2/5

He kinda sucks at it. Mostly stands around waiting for Galeus to tell him what to do I think?

Guy score: 5/5

Put this man in a JAR so that I may study him. Simultaneously a carefree goofball and the soppiest, saddest man to have ever existed. Just trying to have a nice time due to being born in Nice Time Land but The Horrors won’t let him. A little misogynistic with it but he pays for his crimes with monkey torture.

Overall score: 4/5" - @proseburia (author of Love Between the Christmas Trees, Lab Rat in Training, Sap Duo Shipper)

⭐️ “Peris Ravenell is as suspicious as a [REDACTED] and just as [REDACTED]. Overly clingy and also overly needy of compliments and acknowledgement. A follower, not a leader. No ability to read a room. At all. Whatsoever. Makes little attempt to think for himself and no attempt to [REDACTED]. Leaves that for [REDACTED] and then wonders why [REDACTED]. Likes [REDACTED], has a temper at times, has a weird thing about [REDACTED]. Enjoys [REDACTED] just to [REDACTED] (they'd already [REDACTED]). Extremely loathed by middle aged etiquette teachers and monkeys. Little man who wants to be a big man when he grows up. 1 star out of 5.” - Shadows_Mirror (author of like half the CB fanfiction on AO3, Registered Dukey Hater, Was Not Told She Could Not Include Spoilers)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “I want to put this sopping wet beanie baby of a man under a microscope and study him. I hate him and I love him and I hate that I can’t decide which one it is. 5/5” - @lilliferwashere (author of Sunshine and Saccharin, Fluddy’s True Love, Pigeon Handmaid)

*"Canonically married to Deacon" she says. Uh huh.

**It should be noted that both Mari's name and profile picture on Discord are about Duke Ravenell.

In Conclusion

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XOXO, Inco

#cinderella boy #cinderella boy webtoon #cinderellaboy #kapt #keys are people too #punko #fanfic #ravenell #peris ravenell #dukefailures #seriously this man needs a baja blast and a gold star #hang him on the fridge he really needs it #soggy and pathetic men #AND WOMEN!

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 2 days ago

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Celestial 🌓 Bodies

Chapter 1: Men in Black was real?

POV: John Price

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Friday 04/04...

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“So let me get this straight.” John pinches the bridge of his nose in genuine disbelief. He was in a debriefing with Kate, and his entire team was there too. Kate looked sick in the face the moment she called them all to the conference room. Every cellphone had to be turned off and placed in a lock chest. Same with the laptops, smart watches, not even the room CCTV camera was allowed to stay on, its wires hanging sadly against the wall. “We are being reprimanded for filing the correct reports when we got back? And also for calling for medical to the scene? What were we supposed to do, Kate, leave her and those children without any actual care?” He was trying to keep his voice and emotions in check. It was one thing to punish him for calls out in the field, another to drag his team into it.

Kate sat there in her chair, face now poised and gaze hardened, “This is actually above me, Price.” She looked over at the door as it opened slowly. She then stood up out of her seat, back straight shoulders back. Her sudden move to be at attention actually caused the other four men to do the same.

“At ease, everyone.” An older man with graying hair entered the room. He was not very tall, but even though he was average height, he seemed to command the room. “All of you take your jobs too seriously.” He laughed, and it reminded John of his grandfather. Polite and jovial.

Behind him was a young woman also dressed in all black. Her blonde hair slicked back into a tight bun, bright blue eyes shifting from person to person. “Kate,” Her voice was devoid of any actual emotion, “Your precious little task force team caused quite the stir with those calls…you caused quite the stir by allowing them to continue exposure to it. Not to mention, our own team was briefly detained by them? A mess, really.”

John watched as Kate raised an eyebrow and tipped her chin up at the woman, “We got the call that one of our bases was in distress. I sent my best, and they cleared the situation.” She turned to the man, “Mister West-”

“Now Kate, you know you can call me Finn.” Finn smiled, “now let's all sit down and discuss what we need to do. Peyton, would you please?” And everyone sat down except the other woman. She went to the projector and plugged in her own laptop and clicked a few times before bringing up a dark blue screen. On it was a strange military-like seal, and it had an image of the Earth. Under it the name Interplanetary Relations Organization, in big bold letters.

Peyton cleared her throat and began the slide show. “So, I take it, Kate hasn't said anything about this particular organization.” She clicked the clicker, and the next slide showed up. It was a map of various bases and locations, “This is a map of all documented ships coming and going from our planet-”

Johnny's eyes were wide, a sparkle in them, “Are ye sayin’ tha aliens are real?” He was excited, as evidenced by how his accent was getting thicker.

Kyle squinted his eyes, “Okay, Laswell, this is a good joke.” He chuckled a bit, but neither Kate, Finn, nor Peyton were laughing. “Oh shit.”

Peyton rolled her eyes, “Anyway. There have been frequent ships from a few of our allies that have been trying for the past five years to find one of their diplomatic ships that went dark. Unfortunate news, it was what we would call the equivalent of a princess getting lost and her entire entourage being killed…”

John sat there in shock. He still wasn't over the fact that he was just told aliens were real. He glanced a bit at his team, and they were still trying to process the news as well. But John has always been able to read between the lines. His heart dropped into his stomach.

“Good news is, you four found that missing princess. Bad news, one of you fucked around and her youngest baby is now imprinted on to you.” Peyton had been clicking through the slide show. Images of crashed ships, dead strange bodies, carnage in general that all of them are used to seeing. She turns her eyes to John, “It's unfortunate that this offspring is attached to you, and it's also unfortunate that this diplomat won't let anyone who isn't you or your team near her and her children.”

“It provides an interesting opportunity, to be honest.” Finn says with a laugh, he looks at John, “It's taken some doing, but I've convinced the suits that we could damage control this and spin this as a heroic save from one our best investigation and strike teams, her culture from what I remember, value warriors that protect children so like congratulations, Price, you're about to be seen as a galactic hero.”

John scrunched up his face, “I'm going to be a propaganda shill?” This was the opposite of what he wanted.

“Call it whatever you want. Just know that her society has laser guns, which are like our guns but better.” Finn shrugs. “And if it comes out that certain things happened for five years, we'll all be enslaved and turned into a prison planet. So now is the time for us to get those hands dirty in the world of propaganda.”

“You all need shots.” Peyton says, “There are vaccinations that the four of you need so you don't start the plague. You will all need your more identifying information wiped, things like fingerprints and legal documentation and such-”

“Did we just get recruited into the men in black?” Kyle rubs at his temples. Honestly, John also shares in his disbelief.

“Christ on a stick. The suits should have never given Spielberg the okay to make that movie.” Peyton rolled her eyes and glared at them all. “Let's clear this up now, Men in Black is a dramatic retelling about our organization. It helps fund the immigration department for those that come to Earth. Yes Elvis just went home, time travel is outlawed, and we only went to the moon because we were learning space travel and the good folks teaching us were also vouching for us to join the Galactic Community Council.”

Everyone's jaw was dropped at these revelations. John looked at Kate, who was just sitting there unphased, as if she already knew these things. He was certainly going to talk with her about this. Johnny raised his hand to speak. The poor boy was vibrating with energy at the idea of it all.

“Yes, MacTavish?” Finn chuckled.

“Do we get to one, see actual aliens? And two learn to blow things up from other species?” He asked. “Also Steven Spielberg?”

“Hm, we'll see about the blowing things up part, but honestly, you've probably seen and met aliens left and right even in your line of work. You just didn't realize it.” Finn stood up and looked at John, nodding for him to come along. “As for Steven, he's actually a retired agent, had to make him retire after the whole time travel thing, he accidentally fucked around once well there's a reason we have the Mandela Effect. Still trying to clean that mess up years later.”

Kate shakes her head, “It's a miracle that Mister Mandela was as gracious as he was about that whole debacle.”

Finn was halfway out the door with a laugh, “I still think we were supposed to be in the timeline where the monopoly man was supposed to have the monocle and Felix the cat was bigger than Mickey Mouse.”

John's mind was going a mile a second as they walked across the base to medical. He was still in shock (though he hid it well) about this new information. He wasn't about to just let his boys and himself get swept up in the unknown. He listened as Finn went on about how he'd heard a lot about his team. He spoke about how he had his eyes on Garrick and MacTavish when they were completing their intake and boot camp. He almost convinced Kate to come back and bring her favorite operatives with her three years ago during a new selection round.

“Kate has worked for you before?” John says, keeping his voice low.

“Her uncle and her mother did. She was actually tapped during the time to become an ambassador. Gotta grow them young, to be honest, had her training on galactic politics back when she was a brat in secondary school.” They enter the medical wing that's been roped off. Two agents stand in front of the hallway, dressed in all black. Their conversation stops the second Finn approaches, and both men stand at attention.

“Agent West.” They both say together, “She's been asking for Agent Tacoma.”

“Huh, well, that's not gonna happen.” Finn says, “by the way, this good man here and his team are allowed on the floor.” He turns to John and smiles, “Captain Price, these are Agents Conner and Collin, the Mooney twins.”

John watched as both young men grinned at him and gave silly little salutes. They moved in sync and had a strange way of talking together or finishing each other's sentences. In the end, he thought they were kinda odd but came off as good-natured. In another world, he would have thought them to be good recruits with outstanding potential. Then again, they were employed by a very secret and off the books organization, so they probably were.

The two agents let them by and farther down the hall where there aren't many windows is the room where the strange woman is. John sees Finn fiddling with the little earring in his left ear, tapping the smooth metal a few times. When they come to the door, Finn knocks and then opens the door.

Inside the room, the little girl is sitting on the floor. She isn't dressed in the rags that John had found her in and is busy playing with a doll baby. The light from the window catches her in the right light, and iridescent scales can be seen speckled on her brown skin. It shimmers when she moves, her hair is pulled into two little puff balls and something John didn't notice before were two little antennae that were barely longer than his pinky. The little girl looked up from her doll and grinned at him. “You’re back!” She squeals “Mommy he is back!”

Coming out of the bathroom is the woman in question. She isn't as disheveled as when he saved her and helped her through her labor. She's blood and grime free, and she shimmers in the same fashion as her daughter. John furrows his brow, and he looks her over, and then he stops and quickly averted his gaze.

She's naked and dripping wet. It does nothing to help the shimmery appearance of her or the otherworldly appearance she has. He looks around for the other two children and finds the toddler boy and infant sleeping on the bed.

“Ah, Sorisana” Finn greets with a bow, “I made sure an updated translation chip was expedited. Were Collin and Conner able to get you set up?”

John can feel her eyes burning her gaze into the side of his face. He's nudged a bit by Finn, and slowly, the man whispers to him that it's rude to avoid eye contact with her kind. So John sighs deeply and turns to look at Sorisana, doing his best to try not to stare at her nakedness. When he looks into her eyes, he is shocked to see bright pink eyes with slitted pupils. She shares the same type of antennae as her daughter only they are longer and thinner and curled backward into a spiral. She speaks, but it's the same low chatter and chitter and clicking noises that he heard from when he saved her.

Finn is nodding his head along, “Well Sorisana, I'm deeply sorry about everything that has happened. What transpired was not something we at the IRO approved of, and we complied with your grandmother and mother for the five years of your disappearance to find you.” He turned to John and smiled at him, “This is the human that led the team that rescued you, Captain John Price.”

Sorisana tilts her head and stares at him. She opens her mouth to say something, and John gets a good look at the rows of sharp razor teeth in her mouth. He is reminded of the bodies that were mauled to death at the base, and he knows it was her who did it. She probably spent five years planning her and her children's escape.

“He doesn't have a translation chip and earring yet, Sorisana.” Finn says before she can make those strange vocal sounds.

The antennae on her head twitch and unfurl until they straighten out. On the tips are the same smooth metal that sits on Finn's ear. She taps the metal once, and this time, when she speaks, John is greeted with a soft and somewhat deep voice. “Thank you for finding me and my children.”

He thinks her voice sends shivers up his spine. “You're welcome, just doing my job.” He nods his head once.

“Agent Finn, how long until you are able to contact my grandmother?” She purses her lips and her brows furrow.

“We have communications reaching out now to the GCC, and we are requesting correspondence with them. Estimation on contact and then arriving here would be no more than two Earth months.” Finn winced as he said the last part. “For those two months, John and his team will be looking after you.”

John's eye twitched, and he glanced at Finn. Even though he doesn't want to go into this blind, he is gonna trust Kate and how she was during that meeting and then talk to her about all of this. His biggest concern was going to be his team's safety.

Sorisana growled and hissed, “Two Earth months more on this rock? Where is Agent Tacoma?” She demanded, “This whole kidnapping issue that got my guards killed and my children subjected to unspeakable cruelties happened because of him.”

“Tacoma is dead, unfortunately. Died of a heart attack three years ago.” Finn says, “I know that you had business with him, and we can get that squared away…but for the time being, Captain John will be guarding you and your children. He and his team specialize in this type of stuff.”

John can already feel the headache coming as he clenches his jaw. He watches as she tenses up, “Sorisana, my team and I will take good care of you four.” Naturally he falls back onto his training when dealing with liberated hostages.

“Mommy, are we staying with the nice man?” The little girl finally makes her presence known again. “I remember how his face turned a little red when you were having Wyn.” She giggles.

“Yes SoLeena, it seems that is the case.” Sorisana smiles down at her, “Agent Finn and Captain John, this is my heir, SoLeena Caipetor and my two male children Dain and the baby Wyn.”

SoLeena jumps up from the spot on the floor and immediately hugs John's leg. “We're gonna have so much fun! Much more fun than the doctors tried to have with me!”

Finn coughs and looks at John, “You and your team will be relocated along with Sorisana to a secure house and I'll be sure to fast track all four of your clearances and passes for this job. Kate will still act as your acting supervisor, and she will get you the proper communications devices. If Kate shouldn't be available, then Peyton or I will suffice. Thank you for your cooperation and service.”

John nods his head in agreement, “Sure thing. How long until we are moved?”

Finn grins at him, “You guys have the next six hours to pack up, meet with IRO Medical, and be kitted up by Kate and Peyton. After that, you four are disappearing for good. Death Certificates and family will be notified.”

John already knows that this isn't going to go over well with anyone but Simon. He almost wishes Kate had called for a different team to go on that operation instead.

Tag list: @himboelover @curiouslittleprincess

A.N: I accidentally hard launched the master list for this...so now you guys are getting it early lol.

#call of duty oc #captain john price #Captain John price x oc #john price x oc #simon riley #johnny mactavish #kyle garrick #kate laswell #call of duty original character #original character #John price

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doogieverse · 2 days ago

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Sonic Shipping

Shipping characters from a franchise where there aren't really any canon relationships is very... interesting. Let's get into it.

Sidenote: I'm not covering every possible ship, just ones I have something to say about. Also can we come up with better ship names please? Thanks.

Sonic x Amy So everyone knows SonAmy, it certainly is a ship. I like the trope of "head over heels" x "uninterested tease", but Sonic gives Amy nothing. And more often than not, Amy's character is completely reduced to being in love with Sonic. Sega has gotten better about the latter in recent years, at least. I still don't find this ship very appealing— I get it, but it's not for me. However, people have been theorizing that in the fourth movie, Sonic will be the one with the unrequited crush. That would be a super interesting shift in dynamic, and I'd definitely be more invested if that happens.

Metal Sonic x Amy Okay this is a bit more interesting. Metal Sonic is an incredibly tragic character— someone who full heartedly believes he is someone else, yet can never seem to quite match his strength. He's been labeled a failure by Eggman, and is continuously beaten and broken until he is less than Sonic. Amy, on the other hand, is kind and caring to all creatures, so naturally she sees the best in Metal. It's cute seeing him be treated with love for the first time, like a lost little puppy. I think this relationship is strictly romantic (personally, I think Metal is autistic and asexual) but it's something they both need. Very cute.

Sonic x Knuckles Knuckles acts as a great foil to Sonic. Where Sonic is free-spirited and wild, Knuckles is disciplined, and stuck protecting Angel Island and the Master Emerald. Honestly, he might even be a better foil than Shadow, who sort of just shows up out of nowhere. They're more so symbolic opposites, in my opinion. At the same time, Sonic and Knuckles are friends, where as Shadow didn't even show up to Sonic's birthday party </3 It's hard to imagine enemies to lovers when they're stuck in the Friend Zone. Decent ship, not really for me.

Sonic x Shadow I mean what do I have to say. This is The Ship of the fandom. Unpopular opinion, but I don't care about Shadow that much :-/ So even though this ship is skibidi sigma slay and I totally agree with it, it's not my favorite. It's still endgame though.

Shadow x Amy They're besties and that's that.

Shadow x Rouge Shadow and Rouge are obviously a gay/lesbian duo, so I don't understand the appeal. I do love them as friends though.

Knuckles x Rouge It's so gooood. They're always bickering, always at odds, and yet they can't resist each other. I love Rebel Rouge and Renegade Knucks from Prime, so good. I'm not usually one for straight ships, but in my mind its bi4bi so we're safe.

Silver x Blaze I love them as friends, they're both autistic and asexual <3 However, I disagree with shipping them romantically. To me, they're another iconic gay/lesbian duo. For those who've read Homestuck, they're basically moirails.

Sonic x Blaze I was a bit of a hater at first, but I've grown to somewhat like it. They have some cute moments, especially in the IDW comics. I like to think that Blaze has unrequited feelings for Sonic, but it's just something she likes to think about from time to time. They're not necessarily romantic feelings, but she loves how he challenges her, and strives to be as carefree as he is.

Sonic x Silver I love gay hedgehogs as much as the next guy, but I just don't get this one. Maybe that'll change after I play Sonic 06, but as much as I want to love it, I just find it mediocre.

Silver x Espio I truly did not understand this at first. I thought someone just took their two favorite characters and made them kiss. However, after reading the IDW comics, I still didn't understand it. Then I looked at ship art and thought about it more and I kind of like it. They have surprisingly similar personalities and interests, but are just different enough to be unique. I think they're both ace, but Espio definitely leans a bit more towards allosexual. I love the idea of him trying to kiss Silver, but he gets flustered and shy.

Vector x Vanilla They're so silly!! Oh man I was floored when I first read the IDW comics and learned that Vector was into milfs. I also didn't realize he was twenty— I like the idea of him being fresh into the dating people as a young adult; he could have anyone he wants, and he goes straight for Cream's mom. It's so iconic, and Vanilla seems into it if you ask me...

Tails x Cosmo I need to watch Sonic X before deciding if I like this or not. I at least know that they touch upon it in the show, so I can at least understand it.

Tails x Cream There's not much merritt to this, in my opinion. I feel like people ship them just because they're both children— which I guess is fine? Personally, I don't like shipping children because they don't have the same concepts of love and romance that adults, or even teens, do. Nonetheless, I like Tails and I like Cream, so who knows. Maybe it would be a good ship.

Charmy x Cream I've seen so many future AUs where Vector and Espio leave the Chaotix, and Charmy continues it with Cream, and it feels so right to me. I wouldn't ship them romantically, but I love that they're detective partners.

Whisper x Tangle I mean they're basically canon. Both great characters, and both them and their friendship have great arcs. Personally, I don't see them being very sexual? Maybe they're ace4ace, or platonic soulmates, or whatever term you could come up with. Either way, they belong with each other <3

Surge x Amy At first, I thought people just wanted toxic yuri. Of course there's merritt to that, but it wasn't for me. Then I thought about how Surge is a parallel to Sonic, and it started making sense. They don't have enough interactions for me to be interested, but I hope that changes.

Dr. Robotnik x Agent Stone Do I even have to say anything.

Here's what I consider canon/endgame in my own mind (as described above): - Sonic x Shadow - Charmy x Cream - Metal Sonic x Amy - Vector x Vanilla - Knuckles x Rouge - Whisper x Tangle - Silver x Espio - Robotnik x Stone

Addendum: I love learning about rare pairs and seeing what dynamics come out, even though they're usually a bust. Let me know if there are any good ships I missed.

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apoloadonisandnarcissus · 2 days ago

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“A spike of cold iron” and Fate: Thomas Hutter, Roma and Orlok in “Nosferatu” (2024)

This scene has been puzzling me ever since I saw this film in the theater for the first time. But only now after knowing every influence and inspiration behind this story (besides the obvious “Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror” (1922) and the novel “Dracula” by Bram Stoker) and analyzing (Pardon my French) the crap out of this film, I’ve come up with an answer. I’ll use the term “Roma people” instead of Romani, because I’m also going to talk about Romanians, and it might get confusing for folks not familiar with these terms (ethnicity vs. nationality).

Craig Lathrop, the producer designer, said in an interview the pick-axe that’s in the castle crypt is a part of a backstory (which is based on “Dracula” by Bram Stoker): the soil near the sarcophagus has been removed to fill it up, because Orlok is preparing to travel and he, being a strigoi, needs to rest in the earth where he was buried during the day. And we do see, on the left side, the stones of the floor have been removed and the soil dig out. A staple of this film is “show, not tell”.

And indeed there’s a whole backstory here: who filled Orlok’s sarcophagus with dirt? Who packed his sarcophagus to travel? Someone had to put his coffin in a box and take it to the ship, for him to be able to travel to Wisburg. He couldn’t (and wouldn’t) do all of this by himself, obviously.

And the answer can only be in one of the source materials/inspirations for this film: “Dracula” novel by Bram Stoker. It was the Roma people who worked for Orlok (like they did in the novel). And Robert Eggers is really assuming everyone knows this is based on “Dracula”, here.

A bit of historical context; Roma people have been marginalized in Europe for centuries, and in Romania, specifically, they were enslaved for almost 500 years. Boyars had Roma slaves; more info about this topic here (although this article uses the term “Gypsy”, which is culturally offensive). It’s unclear if (human) Orlok had Roma slaves or not, because Transylvania was a particular case, where many Roma people weren’t slaves, and, in the 16th century, a Roma voivodeship was created (an authority led by a noble holding the title of voivode). Still Roma slavery in Transylvania was only abolished in the 17th century.

We really have no information on why the Roma people work for Orlok, and the only visual confirmation of this is the pick-axe in the crypt, so it’s clear Robert Eggers didn’t want to dwell on this fact, either. But, still, we were introduced to these characters, and their actions do have meaning in the plot.

We, the audience, first meet the Roma people of Transylvania in “Nosferatu” (2024) when Thomas arrives at the Carpathians, and there’s a camp outside the Inn. And he’s immediately received by one Roma man, who takes his horse, and signals the others of his arrival. What’s odd about this scene is that everyone has their eyes fixed on Thomas, as they play music and dance.

And then they laugh at Thomas, following the lead of a character who unfortunately doesn’t have a name, he’s only described as “handsome Roma man” in the script or “vampire hunter” on IMBd. In the 2023 script, it says Thomas gets embarrassed because the man is looking at him, but this script is incomplete, filled with incorrect dialogue and several scenes didn’t play on-screen the way they are described there, so I’m taking this script with a grain of salt, actually.

Thomas is as confused as the audience at this point. Why are they laughing at him? Is because he’s a foreigner? Because he’s out of his element? Did he caused offense? What is happening? In the meantime, the owner of the Inn arrives and reluctantly agrees to let Thomas stay the night because he’s willing to play double for the room. Not before he expressed his fear at the mention of Castle Orlok. And racism towards the Roma people.

Once he gets inside, the Innkeeper’s Mother-in-Law is performing a blessing ritual with garlic to protect a man against strigoi. She shows Thomas to his room and warns him against Orlok’s shadow, and gives him a talisman.

During the night, Thomas awakes because of chanting and torch light coming from outside. He decides to follow the Roma people and witnesses a strange ritual with a virgin girl on horseback. This is based on Balkan folklore; it’s a method to find a strigoi grave (it’s usually a black stallion, but Eggers probably went this a white horse to be more visible during the night), and a scene like this is also in another film that inspired this adaptation of “Nosferatu”: “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973).

They dig out a corpse and the “handsome Roma man” stabs it with a spike of cold iron. The corpse vomits blood and Thomas cries out in horror. As the handsome Roma man locks eyes with him, everything turns to black.

Next, we see Thomas waking up, back at the Inn, but his boots are dirty with mud, which seems to indicate it wasn’t a dream, and he remembers what he saw. But when Thomas goes outside there’s no one there. Not even the Innkeepers appear to be there. It’s deserted. Everyone left. Someone took his horse and Thomas has to walk all the way to the castle.

The question is: are these the same Roma who work for Orlok or an entirely different group of people? It seems kind of a huge coincidence to have two groups of the same ethnicity connected to the same story, at the same location but with different contexts (servants of Orlok vs. vampire hunters).

And if this group of Roma works for Orlok why would they be going around killing strigoi? Was it a really a strigoi the Roma people killed? Yes, the corpse vomited blood, but I don’t think we need to go into details about decomposition, here, to explain why stabbing a regular corpse would do the same.

This ritual is usually done during the day time (like it’s represented in “Leptirica” (1973)), for obvious reasons; that’s when the strigoi is resting on his grave, because it’s active during night time. Even “Nosferatu” acknowledges this with Orlok himself; Thomas finds him resting in his sarcophagus during the day. If this was, indeed, a strigoi he wouldn’t even be in his grave at this time of night, to begin with, and the movie itself acknowledges this. So, there’s something weird going here.

Besides, what happened when Thomas tried to stab Orlok with the pick-axe? He stopped him, and even Knock grabs the spike. The corpse the Roma people stab has no physical reaction other than vomiting blood. So, indeed, Robert Eggers gave us three parallel scenes which play-out differently, for a reason.

We have three options for the Roma people wanting Thomas to witness this ritual:

They are acting on Orlok’s orders;

They are trying to “warn” Thomas and telling him the way to destroy Orlok (and free themselves of him in the process); this would explain why they left the pick-axe behind;

Dream/Hallucination: Fate (which is a major theme in the film, too), foreshadowing Thomas' failure at the end.

The second option explains itself. Although, I find it very unlikely. The pick-axe was there as a visual narrative device, connecting the Roma to Orlok (“show, don’t tell”).

The first is more dubious, because Orlok himself appears angry when Thomas insists on learning more about this ritual. But he also says to Thomas he’s eager to retire to his “city of a modern mind” who doesn’t known nor believes in this of “morbid fairytales”, and says these superstitions surely look backwards to a young man of high learning like Thomas. Orlok is clearly being sarcastic, here, he has no intention of flattering Thomas. He’s there to be killed, and to give him access to Ellen, after all. That’s the reason why Knock, Orlok servant, sent him there, in the first place. However, is Orlok actually surprised when Thomas attacks him on his coffin?

Going back to the third option (Fate), there’s some sort of connection between Thomas and the “handsome Roma man”. The muddy boots might indicate it wasn’t a dream, but sleepwalking and hallucinations are associated with Orlok in this story; and Thomas begins to feel the heaviness of Orlok’s shadow before he actually arrives at the castle, and even after he leaves and gets rescue by the Nuns, they say he’s lost in Orlok’s shadow.

Even the elderly Romanian woman warns Thomas that Orlok’s shadow covers him in nightmares, awake but dreaming, and there’s no escape other than praying. When Thomas wakes in the morning, the talisman is around his neck, even thought it wasn’t when he fell asleep or witnessed the ritual. Did the elderly woman saw Thomas doing something (sleepwalking, for instance), put the talisman on him, and they all left, terrified, because of it?

Robert Eggers has no interest in portraying Thomas Hutter as the hero of his story, but says “he [Thomas] thinks he’s the hero”. To me, this might be the key to unlock the mystery of Thomas witnessing this strigoi killing ritual. Because this is the scene which will make him believe he’s the hero of this story and he’s the one who’ll destroy Orlok. He’ll want to become like the handsome Roma man, a heroic vampire hunter, releasing villages from a strigoi threat.

And now, we have to move forward in the plot, to the scene of so-called “possessed Ellen”, and what she tells him: “He [Orlok] told me about you. He told me how fooling you were. How fearful. How like a child. How you fell into his arms as a swooning lily of a woman.”

Thomas feeling emasculated by the Transylvanians is a theme which was already in the 2016 script, so, to me, it’s clear this is something Eggers wanted to explore in his adaptation of “Nosferatu”. And so, this culminating with Thomas trying to emulate the handsome Roma man makes the story come full circle. And this scene with Ellen is crucial to this plot, because she’s putting his entire Victorian male identity into question. And he vows to destroy Orlok himself to protect her. And Ellen tells Thomas that Orlok will kill him if she doesn’t go to him. Which is what makes Thomas say “I will kill him”.

Thomas is absolutely determined in being the hero of the story, now. Not only that’s his role as a Victorian husband, but there’s even a touch of destiny and fate in this (“Providence like Herr Knock would say”), because his mind will return to the handsome Roma man and to the ritual he witnessed that first night.

Now, this whole plot of “Orlok killing Thomas” is pure bullshit and bluff from his part. Orlok has to be invited in, in order to actually kill his victims indoors. This is a staple of vampire lore, which is confirmed by the narrative with the killing of the Hardings (Ellen granted Orlok entrance into the house) and Dr. Sievers saying they should return to their homes because Orlok has surely risen from his grave. As long as the human characters are inside, they are safe from Orlok. Unless someone invites him into the house, like the Hardings case. And Ellen probably realized this with the killing of Anna and the children, although the “Leptirica” (“The She-Butterfly”) (1973) inspiration on this story might indicate something darker. Either way, she clearly knows this by the time she summons Orlok at the end, because she opens her window for him (giving entrance).

And so Orlok knows he can’t actually kill Thomas, but, like he says to Herr Knock, he “has use in him”; he needs him to act the hero, and believe he can emulate the handsome Roma man vampire hunter hero, in order to get him out of the house. And not only that. When Orlok gives Ellen the three days countdown, he says her husband will perish by his hand. And this sets everything into motion, because Orlok wants Thomas to believe he’s the hero vampire hunter. And he wants Ellen to be confronted with the threat of his own destruction. Which is exactly what happens:

And Ellen is, indeed, confronted with Orlok getting killed by a spike of cold iron, like Thomas saw it done in Transylvania. And this is how a strigoi is destroyed in Romanian folklore, because the Şolomonari codex of secrets Von Franz finds in Herr Knock’s office (a book which, obviously, belongs to Orlok, confirmed Şolomonar by the narrative) speaks of how a Şolomonar can break free from his own Nosferatu curse; which involves a young woman in love with him and her voluntary sacrifice (death).

Which is exactly what Orlok says to Knock: “The compact commands she must willingly re-pledge her vow. She cannot be stolen.” Which also taps into the “Svengali” (1931) inspiration in this story: Svengali could hypnotize Trilby all he wanted, but he couldn’t make her actually love him. Orlok could make Ellen dream only of him, but she wouldn’t give him her heart because of it. What made her reconsider accepting his covenant (“being one with [him] ever-eternally”) was the threat of his demise.

Ellen confronted with the threat of Orlok’s destruction is a reference to another inspiration for this story: “La Belle et la Bête” (Beauty and the Beast) (1946); where the Beast reluctantly allows Belle to leave, but gives her a week countdown, telling her that if she doesn’t return within 7 days time, he’ll die of grief.

And so, Ellen will conspired with Von Franz to keep Thomas out of the house (because Von Franz is aware of all of this), and will even play into Thomas wishful heroism: “You will put an end to all of this?” And Thomas leaves fully prepared to embrace the “heroic vampire hunter” role. And the scene in Grünewald Manor is almost a direct parallel to the ritual Thomas saw in Transylvania. And it’s everything wrong with it, too: it’s night time (which means Orlok isn’t in his sarcophagus, because he only rests there during the day), and he stabs a human, not a strigoi (even though Knock was probably seeking a violent death to become one).

When he realizes Von Franz knew about this, all along, he’s enraged and runs back to his house, in a final desperate attempt to save Ellen. And Von Franz laughs and taunts him: “You run in vain! You cannot out-run your destiny!” Which brings this whole story full circle; Thomas was destined to fail, as Ellen and Orlok were fated to be bound together (“even now, we are fated”).

All of this sounds like Thomas Hutter is being unfairly treated by Robert Eggers, but his character in “Nosferatu” (2024) actually embodies a lot of characteristics from 19th century Romanticism, where fallen, failed and tragic heroes were a major theme in Literature. Thomas failure to create a satisfying role for himself dooms him, but it serves a heroic purpose, in the end. Him attempting to embody the hero and the vampire hunter was destined for failure, but it allowed him to leave the house, for Ellen and Orlok to fulfill their covenant, which broke the curse of Nosferatu, not just for them, but for everyone else, and the plague was lifted.

Thomas is also the Edgar Linton to Ellen's Catherine and Orlok's Heathcliff in the "Wuthering Heights" inspiration of this story, which makes him a far more sympathetic character in the narrative. He also gets caught up in middle of something he doesn’t know nor understands, and his entire life gets wrecked as a result. Like Edgar to Heathcliff, Thomas is the antithesis of Orlok; he’s a model of tenderness and constancy. Where Orlok is untamed and wild passion, Thomas is stable and gentle love. Orlok represents nature, and Thomas represents society. Thomas should be everything Ellen wants, but like Catherine with Edgar, he isn’t. And like Edgar, Thomas becomes a grieving widower, while Ellen/Catherine and Orlok/Heathcliff are together in the spiritual realm.

#Nosferatu 2024 #Thomas Hutter 2024 #count Orlok 2024 #Ellen Hutter 2024 #professor Von Franz #Anna Harding #clara Harding #Louise Harding #Robert Eggers #nicolas hoult #bill skarsgård #lily rose depp #wuthering heights #dracula

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[CN] Kiro's In the Heart of Destiny Mind's Quest (1/3)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

Trigger Warning: This Mind's Quest explores mature sexual themes, themes of violence, and trauma. Avoid reading this date if you do not meet the game's required 17+ age rating.

I highly recommend reading the Main Story chapters (at least season 1), as well as Kiro's R&S: Top Experimental Subject before reading the Mind's Quest.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[CHAPTER 1]

MC: This year, each department has completed many important goals. So during the Spring Festival, everyone should have a good rest. See you all next year...

Before I finish my summary, there is a knock on the door of the conference room. An employee from the business department walks in with an excited look on his face and his voice is so high, it's almost out of tune.

Staff: Boss! We received an email from Ms. Sarah! She is willing to give us her new work to produce!

MC: Who?

Staff: Who else? The queen of suspense, Sarah Pellegrini!

MC: ......"I sincerely hope that you can come to P Island, and I will do my best to be your host here.

MC: I will also discuss with you the film and television adaptation of my new book, Flower House*."

MC: Woohoo, Kiro, did you hear that?

Kiro: I heard it...

Through the mobile phone, Kiro's voice blends with the sound of the ship starting in my ears, sounding almost unreal.

As I turn up the volume, Kiro on the other end of the video call also zooms in.

At this moment, the sun shines brightly outside the ship on my side, while a bright moon hangs high outside the window on his side.

He leans back on the sofa and loosens the collar of his costume.

Kiro: [sulking] Honestly, you don't even read the emails I write to you so eloquently.

Kiro pouts in feigned dissatisfaction, and I smile sheepishly.

MC: I'm just so happy... After all, this is Ms. Sarah, the queen of suspense!

MC: You have no idea how many film and television companies around the world are eyeing her new book...

Kiro: I know I know—

Kiro drags out the last syllable of his sentence, and his tone becomes even more resentful.

Kiro: Because Nafei Film and Television also sent her an invitation letter.

MC: Nafei? The world's largest streaming media company?

Kiro: Uh-huh, they wrote "Kiro will star as the lead", "an estimated investment of tens of millions of dollars", as well as "Hollywood's top production team"...

Kiro: I didn't expect them to get bested by your team. They must be so depressed right now.

MC: Pfft, it doesn’t matter. Even if Mr. Kiro can’t be the leading actor for Nafei Films, he can still be the leading actor of [MC's Company Name].

Kiro: The leading man of [MC's Company Name]...

MC: What, you don't want to be one?

Kiro: Of course I do.

Kiro answers without hesitation, his eyebrows curved.

Kiro: Looking at it this way, you've become very powerful.

MC: Huh? Why do you say that all of sudden?

Kiro: I don’t know, it's just something that occurred to me and I wanted to say it.

Kiro moves the camera a little closer, and I am granted a much clearer view of his bright blue eyes.

Kiro: It feels like it was just yesterday that you invited me to help you save the endangered "Miracle Finder".

Kiro: Today, you're competing with the world's leading film and television companies.

Kiro: [affectionately] I… I’m really happy for you.

MC: After all, I have an international superstar boyfriend. So of course I have to work hard and strive for a career that will make him my permanent leading man!

Kiro: [almost resentfully] Mm, you work so hard, you have to go on a business trip to talk about work until the Spring Festival...

MC: Hahaha, so that's what you've been sulking about~

Seeing that Kiro is about to pout again, I quickly raise my hand to make a promise.

MC: Five days! I will finish the discussion within five days and come back to celebrate the Spring Festival with you!

Kiro: It’s a deal. If you don’t finish the discussion within five days, I will come to P Island and arrest you myself.

Kiro: You have to compensate Kiro for his "missing you fee", "loss of sharing delicious food fee", and "loss of kissing and hugging each other fee"!

We exchange a few words, and then Savin's voice sounds from his side. Kiro nods towards the camera and then turns to look at me.

Kiro: Savin has asked me to get to the shoot. I will video chat with you later when I have time.

MC: Okay, I'll hang up then.

Kiro: ....Wait a minute.

Kiro suddenly calls out to me. He opens his mouth hesitantly, and his expression grows more serious.

Kiro: It suddenly occurred to me that Ms. Sarah lives near Sicily?

Kiro: There's been some unrest there lately. There may be mafia activity. Please be careful when you get there, and feel free to contact me if anything happens.

Unrest? But as far as I can remember, I haven't seen any recent news about public security here.

A trace of doubt flashes through my mind, but I still nod and assure Kiro. Then, he reluctantly hangs up the phone.

I put away my phone and walk out of the cabin.

Although winter has arrived, the Mediterranean climate makes everything remain pleasant and comfortable.

Brushing away my hair, I watch the bow of the ship quickly cut through the surface of the sea, the ripples churning, and head towards the small island ahead of me.

P Island is not large in area, with only one small town on the island. The reefs and mountains embrace the locally-styled red tiles and white walls, making it resemble a secluded paradise.

Several of my colleagues and I follow the tourists off the boat. As soon as we arrive at the dock, we hear a cheerful female voice.

??: Ciao, MC.

I turn around and see a red-haired lady in a black dress waving at me with a smile.

MC: Ms. Sarah?

Sarah: It's me. I think you've seen my picture on the flaps of some books.

MC: Of course I have, but you look much younger and more energetic than in those pictures.

Ms. Sarah is not a writer who is keen on being in the spotlight. In the collection of news and interviews of her, she always appears as melancholy as her writing.

But at this moment, she is as cheerful and amiable as the midday sunshine in southern Italy.

Sarah: Oh, writers come out transformed after they finish up the hell of writing.

MC: Haha, I totally agree. Every time I finish a show, I feel like I’m reborn…

MC: However, it is precisely this "life and death" training that has lead us to meet here.

Sarah bursts into laughter and holds out a black-gloved hand towards me.

Sarah: Then, as someone who has also been "reborn after going through hell", I welcome you to P island.

We walk and talk with Ms. Sarah, and under her guidance, we arrive at a manor in the depths of town.

The manor is full of lush greenery and scattered flowers; it is obvious that it is carefully cared for by the owner every day. I let my eyes roam around the place.

MC: Did you get the idea for "Flower House" while you were tending to your own flower house?

Sarah: Honey, you're so funny.

Sarah smiles and shakes her head, looking forward.

Sarah: The inspiration for "Flower House" actually stems from an experience in my childhood.

Sarah: That experience was painful and has been haunting me ever since.

Sarah: But I thought it was time to face it and write it down, something like a farewell to that old thing.

Her voice gradually lowers, as if she has swallowed a sigh. I realize that I've said something wrong and quickly apologise to her.

MC: Sorry, I shouldn't have made such a joke before reading the novel...

Sarah: It's okay, I really like your sense of humor.

Sarah: In a moment, you will be able to see the outline and manuscript of "Flower House". You're going to be its first reader.

MC: That's great!

I ask the other employees to settle in and adjust to the time difference, while I myself am unable to wait to follow Sarah to the study.

Sarah hands me the manuscript and thoughtfully makes a cup of coffee for me.

At first, I am still able to drink the coffee and smile while appreciating the exquisite diction in the novel and the humor hidden in the dialogues.

But gradually, the corners of my mouth could no longer curl up, and only my fingertips continue flipping the pages silently.

MC: "The gardener said that in order to grow more beautiful flowers in the greenhouse, inferior varieties weren't needed..."

MC: "And then the flowers withered. Only I remained."

As the new generation queen of suspense, Sarah's greatest strength is that she's able to make people empathize with all the emotions of her protagonist. The tension, sadness, happiness...

At the same time, she also likes bringing up a pair of dark hands lurking in the shadows whenever the readers and the protagonist breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that all the truth has come to light.

These hands will gather the fog again and cause the protagonist to fall back into his childhood nightmare.

And in "Flower House", all of this finally comes to an end.

MC: "...I picked up the gardener's hatchet and walked towards him. And towards myself."

MC: This story is... so sad.

I close the manuscript and sigh.

MC: I originally thought that everything would end once the protagonist successfully avenged his childhood self... Why did he end his own life in the end?

Sarah: Because the pain of being trapped in the Flower House can never be relieved, only avenged.

Sarah: Those who have fallen into darkness can never be saved. The only way out is through death.

Sarah lowers her eyes. Her tone is light, as if she is saying something that is completely justified.

Is it true that there can never be liberation and salvation?

My heart aches because of her words, and a bright golden color suddenly flashes through my mind—

What about him?

Does Kiro, who was once in a similar situation as the protagonist in the book, also suffer and struggle in the same way?

Did I really pull him out of that darkness?

Thinking of this, I frown and bite my lower lip. But Sarah seems to misunderstand my expression and quickly leans forward.

Sarah: Sorry, did my words affect you?

MC: No, no, I was just thinking of someone I know.

Sarah: Who?

MC: He is actually the actor I want to recommend to you, Kiro.

MC: He's had similar experiences as the protagonist and has also faced a lot of darkness.

MC: He should be able to fit into the role well when performing...

Sarah: Wait, the Kiro you mentioned, is that the Kiro from B.S. Entertainment?

I nod, and the curiosity on Sarah's face suddenly disappears. She twitches the corner of her mouth, revealing a subtle expression.

Sarah: If it's him, I refuse.

MC: Why? Do you think he is too young? But I can vouch for his acting skills, and his professionalism is second to none in the industry...

Sarah: It has nothing to do with Mr. Kiro, I just don't want artistes from B.S. Entertainment to act in my works.

Sarah: I have some issues with them.

Sarah: It was precisely because of this that I declined the first invitation from Nafei Film and Television.

MC: .......

I never expected Nafei Film and Television to miss the opportunity because of this. I am rendered speechless.

Could it be that talks of collaboration between B.S. Entertainment and Sarah fell through, and they have since been blacklisted by the Queen of Suspense? I mutter to myself.

The atmosphere starts to become a little awkward, so I simply change the subject.

MC: We can discuss the role selection later. It's getting late now, so why don't we...

Bang. Before I can finish my words, a noise comes from downstairs.

Sarah looks at me in confusion and stands up.

Sarah: Maybe something got blown down by the wind. I'll go check it out.

She only takes a few steps out of the study when she suddenly lets out a scream.

Sarah: Why... you all...?!

??: ....Because we're done waiting.

A vague and unfamiliar male voice comes from downstairs. My heart skips a beat and an ominous feeling spreads throughout my chest.

I quickly rush out of the study and go to Sarah.

Looking down the stairs, the scene in the living room immediately clogs my throat.

Several men are seated on the sofa, each of them holding a gun, their black muzzles pointing at Sarah and me.

One of the men looks at me and gives me an extremely evil smile.

Man: Buongiorno, Signora MC… Oh wait.

He grins and slowly changes his words.

Man: Queen of Black Swan.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[CHAPTER 2]

Queen.

This unexpected name makes my brain go blank for a few seconds, and I find myself frozen in place for a while.

Who are they?

I suddenly remember the last instructions Kiro gave me during our video call on the boat.

-[Flashback]-

Kiro: There's been some unrest there lately. There may be mafia activity. Please be careful when you get there, and feel free to contact me if anything happens.

-[End of Flashback]-

Could it be that the "unrest" he was referring to is because of these people?

But why is the Mafia calling me... Queen?

I suppress the pounding in my heart and try my best to keep my tone steady, as if I have experienced many storms before.

MC: Who are you.

Man: It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is who you are.

MC: Meaning what.

Man: We need you to do us a favor.

MC: How troublesome.

The man changes his sitting posture, but the muzzle of his gun remains trained to my head.

T/n: I really like the touch of having MC imitate Helios' way of speaking when talking to the mafia. Really shows how couples rub off on each other 🥹

Man: Call the Boss of BS over.

The boss of BS... Kiro? What do they want to do with Kiro?!

I knew it. This is the organization that has been causing Kiro trouble every day, preventing him from getting peace of mind!

I curse him fiercely in my heart, but try to remain calm on the surface.

Should I play dumb for now? Or just say something to deceive him? Or should I agree first and then find a chance to contact Kiro...?

All kinds of thoughts run through my mind over and over again.

Since the other party isn't directly using force and only threatening us, they must be concerned about something.

Deciding to test them again, I raise a sneer.

MC: How interesting. Is this your way of asking for help? What makes you think I can call over the Boss of BS....

Man: Of course you can. After all, you are responsible for the staff resting in the hotel right now, right?

MC: You!

These people are so despicable! I take a breath and speak hastily.

MC: My employees have nothing to do with any of this. If you are looking for someone from BS, then I'm standing right here!

Man: Alright.

The man unexpectedly agrees with me. He waves his hand and gives his men some instructions in Italian.

Man: As long as you are willing to cooperate, my men will not disturb their rest.

Man: As for you two ladies, how about you please come down and take a seat?

I turn my head to look at Sarah. Her face is as pale as snow and she looks quite frightened.

Things related to BS... should not involve these ordinary people.

I take a deep breath, squeeze Sarah's arm, and lead her down the stairs.

Under the threat of gunpoint, I slowly take out my cell phone and call Kiro.

Busy tone, busy tone, busy tone...

No one answers the phone for several consecutive times. The man on the other end of the phone starts to look impatient, but I am relieved.

During work, Kiro and I rarely make continuous calls like this — If there is an emergency, we'd also find other ways to communicate.

If he sees me calling continuously and persistently, he will definitely understand... I bite my lip.

Just as I am about to hang up the fifth call, that familiar voice suddenly sounds from the other end of the receiver.

Kiro: For miss MC to be in such a hurry to find me, is something wrong?

His tone at this moment is polite and distant, as if we are just ordinary business partners.

In an instant, my uneasy heart settles down.

—Even without any hints or opening remarks, he is always able to understand me and my situation.

I clench my phone and speak in the same tone as him.

MC: Hello, Mr. K, could you contact the boss of BS?

There is silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, followed by another polite laugh.

Kiro: Miss, you're really making things hard for me... How am I supposed to contact someone as elusive as the Boss?

MC: But I have something urgent to discuss with him. Could you please help me, Mr. K? Just tell him...

MC: Queen needs him.

Kiro: Then... I'll do my best.

Kiro "reluctantly" agrees and hangs up the phone. I shrug at the man.

MC: I've tried my best. As for whether the boss is willing to contact you, then...

Before I finish speaking, my phone rings. It's a video invite from an unknown number.

As soon as I press the connect button, the dark night of Loveland City splashes onto my screen like ink. A dazzling silver that cuts through the night leaps into my field of vision.

A cloud of white mist still lingers around Helios' lips, as if he has just rushed outside. There is undisguised worry in his eyes, but he speaks with arrogance.

Helios: Queen.

—Isn't this transformation way too quick?! The enemy will find out!

I secretly glare at Helios, but Helios pretends not to notice and speaks first with confidence.

Helios: You are the Queen, so of course all your actions are being monitored by BS.

Helios: Including the fact that you called Kiro five times for help.

MC: You peeping tom.

Helios: [indifferently] Thank you for the compliment.

The moment our eyes meet, I feel as if he has gently hooked my little finger, or planted a feather-light kiss on the corner of my mouth.

It's cunning, and provocative.

Sarah: You're the Boss of BS...?

An unexpected voice sounds, and I turn to look at Sarah in confusion.

The writer who has been immersed in fear ever since coming downstairs, seems to finally come to her senses. She looks at Helios in the video with slight disbelief.

Sarah: So young....

MC: What did you say?

Her sentence is slightly muffled and I'm unable to catch it. At this moment, the man on the sofa opposite me snatches away my phone at once. He stares straight at Helios, his mouth stretching into a grin, revealing his sharp white teeth. It's like he wants to tear Helios' flesh off.

Man: I believe that this young boss has already seen our hostage, so please come to P island alone within 48 hours.

Man: Or else, Sicily won't mind one more bloodbath.

With my back towards the phone, I am unable to see Helios' expression through the screen, but I hear a very lazy laugh.

Helios: It doesn't take that long. Maybe 24 hours.

Helios: If she loses even a hair, I don't mind having one more murder on my hands.

MC: ....Kiro should have boarded the plane to Europe by now.

I stare at the dark ceiling above my head and sigh silently.

After the negotiation, all communication devices belonging to Sarah and me are confiscated and we are placed under house arrest in our rooms on the second floor.

I am worried about Sarah, my employees - who are now caught in this mess - and Kiro, who is on the other side of the ocean.

He'll take care of everything. He's a superhero.

I repeat this to myself over and over again, but this self-comfort isn't able to soothe the restlessness in my chest.

For some reason, something about today's kidnapping feels off, but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to figure out what exactly.

Finally, after turning over in bed for the ninth time, I resign myself to my fate and sit up and walk towards the window.

At this moment, everything outside the window is silent, with only the occasional sound of footsteps near the manor, announcing the fact that I'm still under their surveillance.

The night sky and the sea merge together, and the distant sea breeze stirs up the waves, beating them against the island over and over again.

I stare at the night for a long time. So long, that my eyes start to feel swollen and sore.

It doesn't matter. Once the sun rises, I'll be able to see him again.

MC: Kiro....

I cover my face, letting the moisture in the corners of my eyes melt into my palms as I murmur his name.

??: [chuckling] So this is how the Queen thinks of me.

MC: ?!

For a moment, I almost think myself to be hallucinating and raise my head from my palm in disbelief.

Through my tearful eyes, the man I have been thinking about appears before my eyes. He leans on the windowsill with one hand and reaches out to me with the other.

Helios: Won't you give me a hand?

Helios: This posture is rather uncomfortable, and you wouldn't want me to get discovered by the patrol outside, would you?

My body responds to his question faster than my brain does. I hold Helios's hand and feel his familiar warmth through our overlapping palms.

This isn't a hallucination, or a dream.

I am holding my lover's hand.

Due to inertia, I stagger back a few steps, pulling Helios into the room from the window sill, and the two of us tumble down to the floor together.

Although a layer of carpet separates us from the floor, the muffled sound of the impact still brings a dull pain to my shoulder blades.

But I have no time to care about my body's protests, because at this moment, my heart and eyes are solely focused on the person on top of me.

MC: Ki....

My breath is overpowered by Helios'.

His kiss still carries the dampness of a winter night, his lips cold, while his tongue, hot.

It is so hot, that it burns me inch by inch, from my lips to my ears.

Back and forth, on repeat.

Rather than being affectionate, it is more like we are using this awkward and urgent kiss to confirm each other's existence.

My grip on his clothes gets tighter and tighter, taking in the tension of his undulating muscles.

It is obvious that he is the one plundering me, yet I feel a certain greedy desire for him growing wildly in my mind.

MC: Kiro....

I whisper his name again.

Helios: I'm here.

Even though it is so dark in front of us that we can barely make out each other's outlines, our eyes stay fixed on the other.

A bit of moonlight shines through the clouds and seeps into his deep blue eyes.

Helios: I'm late.

MC: You big doofus.

MC: It's only been a few hours, and you're already here...

Helios: But you cried.

Helios' fingers gently stroke the red corners of my eyes.

Helios: If I had come earlier, you wouldn't have cried.

MC: You just want me to cry now.

My righteous complain makes Helios laugh out loud. He hums, leans over and presses my head into his shoulder.

Helios: [whispering] You can cry as much as you want, I will continue.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[CHAPTER 3]

We lay on the carpet hugging each other, quietly listening to each other's heartbeats.

Once my excitement finally subsides a little, I softly speak up.

MC: So how did you just... "pop up"?

Helios: I think you're the doofus, Miss Chips.

Helios helplessly pokes my forehead.

Helios: After knowing that you were being held hostage, how do you expect me to come rescue you in a "normal" way?

Helios: I found an Evolver with a teleportation Evol in BS, confirmed your location, and asked him to send me over.

I stick out my tongue. I did indeed forget that such a possibility existed.

Helios: As for the group of people that kidnapped you, I found out that they are the Ansoto family, a notorious mafia gang.

Helios: They were held responsible for a smuggling operation that got busted by BS and have been wanting to take revenge.

Helios: I reminded you to be careful because I had heard a report about this matter at a BS meeting. [Takes in a breath] I didn't expect it to be...

He pauses when he says this. When he speaks again, there is a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Helios: But I do find this a bit strange. How did they know your identity, and where did they get your itinerary from?

Upon hearing his words, I finally realize why I felt something was wrong before.

MC: Yes, I was wondering about that too... And if they have a grudge against BS, why did they insist on you coming here alone?

Helios: Why else? They're overestimating themselves if they think they can handle BS.

Helios sneers. He lets go of me and helps me sit up.

Helios: I'll settle the score with them later. The most important thing now is to get you to safety.

I am about to nod, only to suddenly remember something important, and I quickly grab Helios' sleeve.

MC: Wait, they not only held me hostage, but also Ms. Sarah and the staff I brought with me. If they find out tomorrow that I'm missing...

Helios: Don't worry.

Helios reaches out and takes my hand in his.

Helios: I'm a superhero. I'll keep everyone safe.

Since we are unsure of how many mafia members are stationed here, we decide to act quietly.

The mafia guarding the corridor barely get any time to react before Helios quickly knocks them to the ground. After confirming that there is no surveillance on the second floor, we quickly come to the door of the room where Sarah is being held.

The door lock is a piece of cake for Helios. We wink at each other and I enter the room first.

As soon as the door is opened, a ray of light pours out from the crack of the door.

I take a light step inside, and the figure sitting by the bed quickly raises her head.

Sarah: MC? How are you--

I quickly make a shushing gesture to her and point to the door.

MC: Long story short, someone has come to rescue us.

I pull Sarah up from the bed as a look of confusion displays across her face. She looks over my shoulder and notices Helios standing behind me.

Sarah: You're BS's....

Helios: Mm. You must have seen me in that video call this morning.

Helios: Long story short, I'm here to rescue you.

Helios leans against the door frame and smiles, imitating my tone.

Sarah: ........

Despite his friendly tone, Sarah shudders all over and I blink in confusion.

MC: Ms. Sarah?

Sarah: I... I'm sorry, I was quite frightened.

She closes her eyes tightly twice, and after exhaling, her expression returns to the calmness it had during the day.

Sarah: Thank you, young boss of BS.

Helios: You're welcome. You and MC go to the dock and wait for help. I'll go and rescue the rest of your employees.

Sarah: If that's the case we could go through the gardens. There's a path leading from the estate to the town.

Sarah: You go ahead, I'll find the key to the garden and come down right away.

There is no time to waste. Helios nods and leaves the room.

I hesitate for a moment, but am still more worried about Helios' safety, so I nod towards Sarah and walk out of the room.

His fresh scent still seems to linger in the air. I walk along the corridor, carefully avoiding the mafia who have been knocked unconscious on the ground.

The closer I get to the stairs, the stronger the sickly-sweet smell becomes.

It's the smell of blood.

I can't help but hold my breath and gaze at the agile silhouette who is still in the midst of fighting.

Helios is like a cheetah hunting in the dark, silent and fluid as he maneuvers through several mafia members.

His movements aren't superfluous, while his fighting style is quick and decisive, as if he isn't on a small island in southern Italy, but on the set of an action movie.

These people don't even have time to scream before their sounds are stabbed back by the dagger he wields.

In less than a minute, the only sound that remains in the living room is that of slightly rapid breathing.

At this moment, Helios seems to sense my gaze and looks up at me. Although the light is dim, I can still see the corners of his mouth perk up.

Helios: Come on down, it's all over.

MC: [nervously] Kiro, you wouldn't have... done that to all of them, would you?

Helios: [chuckles] Which is?

I make a gesture of swiping my neck, eliciting a sneer out of him.

Helios: Oh, I didn't do "that" to them. It's just that when they wake up, some of their muscles and joints are gonna hurt so much that they'll want to die.

As he says this, Helios reaches out and pulls me into his arms, biting my lips in dissatisfaction.

Helios: [in a mischievously soft voice] As soon as you come down, you're only worried about whether I did "that" to them? Why not care about whether I'm hurt or not?

I wrinkle my nose in pain and softly protest.

MC: A bad guy who has time to bite people doesn't need me to... hiss.

Before I can finish my words, he grazes my ear again. His teeth grabs at the soft flesh, causing a slight sting.

Helios: [seductively whispers] ....I'll let you pay me back later.

While this guy is clearly threatening me, his husky voice carries a hint of Kiro's signature flirtatiousness, making him impossible to resist.

I am about to say something back when I am interrupted by footsteps coming from upstairs.

Sarah cautiously pokes her head out from the stairwell and sees Helios and I embracing.

Slightly embarrassed, I take a step away from Helios' arms.

MC: Did you find the key?

Sarah: Mm. Have you... dealt with those mafia folks?

Helios: It's probably just the three of us who are standing in this room right now.

Sarah parts her lips slightly, as if she wants to say something, but she swallows it back.

Sarah: Then let's leave quickly.

With Sarah's guidance, we bypass the mafia in the manor and soon arrive at the garden's back door. The iron gate is wrapped with several circles of heavy iron chains, and a somewhat mottled iron lock hangs on it.

Sarah hands the key to Helios. Helios is stunned for a moment, but still takes it and turns to the lock.

Dawn approaches, and in the far east, a subtle blue-gray light becomes visible in the distance.

The lock seems a little rusty and the key squeaks as it turns.

Sarah suddenly grabs my hand and takes a few steps back.

Sarah: MC, I'm sorry.

A little confused, I look at her, only to find that Sarah has already burst into tears. She suddenly raises her hands, holding something between her fingers.

It's a gun.

MC: ......?!

Sarah: Per i fiori appassiti nella serra (For the withered flowers in the greenhouse).

Her fingers tremble violently, and the moment she finishes speaking, she pulls the trigger without hesitation.

Bang--!

The sound of gunfire and the sound of the iron lock opening, rings out at the same time.

Screams ignite the rising sun, and blood awakens the silent island.

MC: Kiro!

Helios: .....!

The moment the gun goes off, Helios realizes something is wrong and instinctively dodges to the side, the bullet just grazing past his arm.

As soon as he stands firm, Sarah raises the gun again.

Sarah staggers, tears still welling up in her eyes, and an expression of near madness on her face.

Sarah: Both, the Ansoto family and BS should die together!

Before the second shot is fired, Helios jumps up and appears in front of Sarah like a ghost. With just one strike, the pistol flies out of the woman's hand and into his.

Click.

The tables are turned. Helios releases the safety and points his gun at Sarah. His blue eyes are as cold as ice, shining brightly in the night.

Helios: [voice menacingly low] Answer me, who are you?

Sarah: ......

Sarah painfully arches her back, but doesn't even articulate a groan.

??: Who's there!

A loud shout is heard near the garden, and it is clear that the gunshot has attracted the attention of the remaining mafia in the manor.

Seeing the large number of mafia beginning to approach the garden, Helios knows there's no time to interrogate Sarah.

He looks around, juts out his tongue, and makes a quick decision.

Helios: You go first, I'll take care of them.

MC: No, I want to stay with you...

My next words are interrupted by something he puts in my hand — a communicator.

His stands upright, his eyes not turned towards me, but towards the encirclement not far away, showing high alert.

Helios: I leave my back to you.

He never thinks of me as a burden, and superheroes should trust each other with everything.

I bite my lip and lean close to his ear.

MC: There's an abandoned lighthouse south of the pier. I'll wait for you there.

Helios nods slightly, and his eyes meet mine for a moment.

I turn around, push the door open, and run towards the path.

Bang——Foreign shouts and gunshots sound behind me, adding the final crazy melody to the chaos of this night.

Finally, once the manor is engulfed by the shadows of the trees, I can't help but turn my head to look back.

Helios is lost in the crowd, but Sarah does not join in the dispute and remains motionless.

In the distance, the morning light just begins to break, and she is dressed in a black dress, akin to a mourning crow.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

Next: Part 2

*Note: The proper translation of Sarah's book title "花房" is actually "Greenhouse", but I left it as "Flower House" instead cause it sounds a lot cooler, in my opinion. But if you want, you can read it as "Greenhouse" instead :>

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mikalilys · 2 days ago

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Something I’ve seen a lot recently, is people saying “why is that so popular, when this exists?”

And it makes me so annoyed.

The marauders fandom is like a mansion, it’s really fucking big, and that means you can go into whatever room you like. If you like jily, you can find a room where people are talking about jily!! I guarantee you that you’ll be much happier there, than if you were sitting outside the jegulus room and complaining about the amount of people in there.

There will also always be some people that sit outside the jily room and say that they think jegulus is better. You know what you can do? You can shut the door. You can block them.

(The metaphor means stay in the space where people enjoy what you want to hear about and block the people you don’t want to hear from, if you didn’t catch that.)

Fandom is a creative space, people are always going to be creating what they enjoy. Just because there aren’t that many people creating what you like, doesn’t mean you should diss what others are creating. Also no one’s going to want to create something about that if all you’re doing is complaining. Fandom is built off of ideas, people post headcanons or ideas they have and it inspires others to create something. If you want something, and it’s not there, then you’re going to have to give a little yourself. Stop posting about the fact that there isn’t that thing, and start posting about the thing!!!!

The addition or popularity of something, does not mean the subtraction of another thing. There’s no limit to fandom, there’s no limit to what you can create, so for the love of the marauders please stop acting like there is.

Feminine Sirius doesn’t mean all the content about masculine Sirius goes away, it still exists!!! You can still create about it, without mentioning the fact that you hate feminine Sirius, because all hating is doing, is making you look like you hate femininity. You don’t have to like something, you don’t even need a reason to dislike it, and you definitely don’t need to hate the opposite thing, to like something.

It’s fandom, it all comes down to what you enjoy interacting with. You don’t need a reason to find something fun, you don’t need a reason to ship anything, other than the fact you enjoy it. No one’s forcing you to interact with something or have an opinion on certain things. Just do what you enjoy. Please. Unless you enjoy hating, then make some hater friends and hate in private. Or get a diary.

Some people say “hitting post was unnecessary ☹️” in the comments of angsty tiktoks, but I fucking mean it. I mean it when I see a TikTok made literally just to hate. I mean it!!! Please think before you post. Please think about your tags. Please think about who might see it. Yes, fandom is freedom, yes, you can post what you want. But fandom is also a community, and being a community means being considerate to others feelings. You learn this in nursery!!! Come on guys!!! You don’t have to be friends with everyone, you don’t need to agree with everyone, there’s a block button for a reason, use it!!!

I don’t want to search up a fanfic, and see a video going “I didn’t finish this” because I did. That’s why I’m searching up content about it. Because I enjoyed it. And I don’t give a shit that you didn’t. I actually couldn’t care less that you thought it was boring, or you hated it. Because guess what?? I didn’t!! The algorithm can’t differentiate between hate and appreciation. You don’t need to post something publicly, and you definitely don’t need to name drop the fic. I don’t finish a bunch of fics and you don’t see me shouting from the rooftops about it. And the fucking audacity some people have using the fucking fics tag????

…uhhh anyway!! I got a little mad!! And off topic in that last paragraph and I should really be posting this on TikTok since that’s the actual problem. But no one on TikTok likes to read 😞 and I don’t like to talk. I also debated deleting my entire TikTok account like 3 minutes ago, but I would miss the edits. 😖😖

Okay it’s the next day and I’ve already opened 3 different comment sections to see fem sirius hate so im posting this

#this is so fucking long #goddamn #I yapped about shit that should be basic human decency for a hot minute #it’s fine #i fucking hate tiktok #marauders #marauders era #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom etiquette #fem sirius black #jegulus #jily #the original video that started this rant was actually not about any of the things I mentioned by name #it was about gilderat and pebill #saying that ‘why was everyone making gilderat popular when pebill exists’#like maybe because they enjoy it???#maybe because it’s a completely different ship??#maybe because people are making content about it rather then complaining???#i fw both #and I have a moot that makes pebill content #so you know what??#maybe you’re just not looking hard enough #or maybe you’re too busy complaining to interact with the content that’s already there #as robyn says #be the change you want to see!!!#mika cant shut the fuck up #excuse my grammar #can you tell im writing this instead of going on my lesson??#probably 😞

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ramblingsfromthytruly · 18 hours ago

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i litr cannot form opinions nobleflower. like it's cute but i can't seem to care to the point where i think about the two of them alone like ever. give me your opinions so i can steal them 😣 (or: if you dont ship them any other narcissa/alice ship that isn't w lucius/frank?)

(the way i wrote half of this and then forgot it in my drafts for so long im so sorry 😭😭)

ohhh trust me i ship them alright!! (i am so not normal abt them, they're actually one of my favs)

ok but like sorry if i don't say anything clearly cuz i'm good at thinking but bad at verbalizing alsoo i ended up talking a lot more abt narcissa than alice but oh well :(

but like here we gooooo :)

og star-crossed forbidden romance girlies okiee

they were absolutely NOT rivals/enemies to lovers but more strangers to lovers

narcissa is a year above alice

so like, personally i think they did not really gaf abt each other until like 5th/6th year (alice in 5th, narcissa in 6th)

they met when alice became a prefect (narcissa was already one from the prev year)

they had their first proper conversation on one of their prefect rounds

just made meaningless small talk and alice in her mind was like oh she's so fucking full of herself but hey at least she's not that boring and narcissa was internally rolling her eyes cuz she knows exactly what alice thought cuz it was absolutely not the first time someone thought of her like that so she was used to it

slowly got to know each other and slowly fell in love (narcissa - fell first (despite trying to desperately suppress her emotions); alice - fell harder)

drunk confessions etc

they were honestly really sweet - made each other lil handmade gifts and plucked flowers and made each other blush and held hands and hugged and cuddled and shit a lotttt

but they knew they fucked up when they seriously started thinking about a future together and realized that could never happen and started sobbing uncontrollably

but then alice, ever the hopeful optimist, was like - "wait, what if u run away with me??"

but while narcissa would die for her in a heartbeat, she would never risk living a life without security - running away with alice would just put a target on her back

it took LOTS of convincing but finally alice fully understood her perspective and didn't push

yet that put some distance between the two of them - they were still sneaking together but it didn't feel the same as before

the last time they saw each other (at least while they were both sane 😊😊) was their hogwarts graduation - they cried and made out and cried and cried and cried and their last kiss was disgusting and sloppy and they wished it would never end and then narcissa had to leave with lucius (they were engaged by this time)

both of them spoke barely a word to anybody for almost a week but they just missed each other so so much and were childishly begging the universe for a way for them to be together

narcissa at one point kept thinking what if i had just ran away from this country with alice?? and she fell into a rabbit hole and any moment she was alone she would obsess over that thought and create the perfect life with alice in her head

she found out about the longbottoms getting tortured, bellatrix's arrest, etc from lucius - he was nervous to tell her cuz he didn't want her to fucking lose it (thinking she'll break down and die from hysteria after losing both her sisters) (he's goofy like that)

she didn't do any of that however - she just didn't speak

she didn't look at lucius - she went to draco's (bleh) nursery, pulled him into her arms and rocked him back n forth

she went selectively mute and no words came out her mouth except sharp rare orders to elves or soft singing rhymes to draco

she pulled herself back together - security & stability is her middle name after all - and appeared right as normal within 1-2 years

(she visited alice once a week religiously under glamour to do nothing but sit and hold her hand and talk like the teenager she used to be with her - she would sob and laugh with all her chest like andromeda showed her it was ok)

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sassypleia · 2 days ago

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Just like the movies! Clowns, Monkeys and Pirates, Oh My!

Pull up some popcorn and just enjoy the show! Or is it a circus? Or maybe a movie about a circus? Evil Clowns, Flying Monkeys, Zombie Pirates… pirates? So it takes place at sea?? This movie is getting complicated.

Well the gangs all here and they seem to be all riled up so just be careful friends, trust in those you know and respectfully ship to your little hearts content.Though, you may need alcohol (legal age please) for this show!

8 months. 8 LOOOONG months, I have been on this Ship (at least it was not a 3 hour tour). However there are many of you who have been in the ship for YEARS (👏👏👏). I commend you all! I am still new to this Fandom (joined in May). I have never shipped actual actors before, sure characters they played…. But I feel so much more invested in two human beings today then ever before. It’s like they showed me that they belong together or something!

I know as a fact, that WE, as a whole fandom saw something and it intrigued us. Slowly as time came and went and the June incident happened, the fandom started to split. Now, I will admit at the time I was only a month into it and spiraled like most people. Spiraling about a topic we are only getting small glimpses into, well it’s tough. Doubt trickles in and sometimes just nudges you here and there and can settle in the back of your mind.

“Doubt: (a feeling of) not being certain about something, especially about how good or true it is” (https://dictionary.cambridge.org/us/dictionary/english/doubt).

It’s healthy to have a little doubt, you just have to trust your interpretation of what is given to you. And know that, patience is a virtue, and time will tell. An example of doubt for me was today’s interview drop, a beautiful interview with the beautiful Nicola… but choice words triggered me. I will say I’m all good now as I remembered a few tid bits of what we were told by Nic and Luke all throughout the WT.

Also, why would someone who is trying to be professional about their job and the awards she worked damn hard for, drop a bomb like that into an interview and take away the fact she is an awesome actor?! (Slight rant - my apologies) She wouldn’t.

Now some of you might be thinking, well she changed the language. Yes, yes she did. And personally, I think for a good reason. I have seen multiple blogs and have had conversations about this and it has helped me cope…. I would recommend you go read one of those or talk to someone as I’m not getting into it here. And if you don’t like that well, Go touch grass.

Now back to all the side characters, the Evil Clowns, Flying Monkeys and Zombie Pirates. Make your own decisions on them, they may seem interesting at first, but you will see their true colors and it’s not anywhere as beautiful as the song by Cyndi Lauper.

Most of the time these side characters are trouble with a capital T because they are the ones trying to control the narratives of people they don’t even know.

Yes, these are the people that pulled away from Lukola and created their own Ships, (I don’t know all the names nor do I care to find out what they are). These side characters know as much as we do, they just interpreted what they were giver DIFFERENTLY, not necessarily wrong, just different. It’s their opinions against our opinions…

And, I don’t know Nic or Luke, I wish them well and Hope that they are together and happy. If I’m wrong well, I will cope. I made actual true friends in this Fandom, it was worth it and at the end of the day…. I still respectfully believe that Nic and Luke are endgame.

Xx 🩵

#lukola #luke newton #nicola coughlan #my thoughts #nicluke #my opinion #not facts #speculation only

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priceoftheduchess · 1 day ago

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“Stupid Little Lamb.”

price x gaz x enemy medic!reader

wc: ~2k

warnings: medical inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, i ship price and gaz wayyy too hard, mentions of blood, a bit of angst, idk! lmk if i should make this into a fic <3

a/n: hey! guess who is a sad loser and is still working on part five of where art thou!! this guy! :( my deepest apologies to @girl-lostconnection and @alkalineapparition and everyone who was possibly waiting for part five !! anyways! i love you all so much, and here’s this <3 make sure to check out my master-list for absolutely everything i’ve written! and my reqs are always open!

— dianna

John feels worthless in this chair. His head tipped forward, blood trickling from his lip as he grumbles and tries to free himself of his restraints. He has been stripped of his fucking gear and he’s so vulnerable. He coughs up blood again, a rough yell erupting from his chest as his ribs shift uncomfortably under his skin. He slams his boot against the concrete floor, his eyes burning as he looks up into the fluorescent lights. He’s been captured.

All he can remember is the ambush. What was meant to be a quiet, in-and-out recon turned into a bloodbath. Soap and Ghost separated from the group, and Kyle. Where the fuck is Kyle? Gunshots, expletives ripping from John’s lips, a large fall. A landmine. Enemy combatants. The events of the past few hours — or what John’s mind will allow him to conjure — blur into nothing and his eyes sting at the thought. He’s assured that Soap and Ghost are fine if they stayed together, but who is taking care of Kyle? Booming voices and foreign languages are heard from outside the room he’s tied up in, and his chest heaves. He grunts again at the stabbing pain in his abdomen. He yells an expletive again, trying to sift through his thoughts.

John has no time to dwell on much — including the whereabouts of his Kyle. No. Just Kyle. Just Kyle, — before she’s walked in. Dark brown hair tied wildly into a ponytail, soft green eyes hidden between dorky glasses and soft edges hugged into a pair of pink scrubs. John is sure he’s hallucinating. Who the hell is this?

“Hi, John,” she smiles softly, pushing her glasses up her nose with a manicured finger. She’s got a Londoner accent. Clearly not from wherever the hell John is being held right now. She’s also way too nonchalant about all of this. “I’ll be taking care of you for right now, and—”

“Oh, hell no, you aren’t,” John laughs incredulously, his tone so bitter she could taste it on her own tongue. “What the hell are you doing here anyway?” He interrogates her, even though he is in no physical state to be getting so angry. “And how the hell do you know my name?”

“John.” She holds up a hand, now adorning black latex gloves and a black surgical mask resting on her chin. “I will admit, I work for the people who have captured you, yes, but they sent me in here because your arm is actively gushing blood. My boss wants you alive.” She admits, almost shamefully — knowing how shallow the reason sounds. “You can just call me Elise, okay?” She tries to offer him a smile.

“No!” He laughs again, a sickening guffaw that fills the room. “Those stupid Russians think I’m so stupid, don’t they? Send some pretty little bird in here in some tight fucking scrubs and I’ll tip all my secrets out?” He chuffs, shaking his head. Elise holds up a placating hand, shaking her head right back.

“I don’t want anything from you, John. I don’t need your information, your plans, the locations of anything. I don’t care.” She answers him sincerely, shaking her head. “All you are to me right now is my patient. Which means I owe you treatment.”

John eyes her, his heart beating out of his chest and his every exhale so harsh they’re audible. He knows he needs to keep fighting, to tell her ‘no,’ and give her a loud ‘piss off,’ and he knows he should die bleeding out in this chair like a man, but for the first time in his life, he’s tired of fighting. At least this once, he deserves that luxury. And he needs to make it out. Because Kyle is still out there. His Kyle will still be out there when he gets out of here. When.

“Fine. But you play any fucking tricks and I’ll have your head.” He spits at her, tipping his head back as he groans.

She nods, turning away to conceal a snort at John’s empty threat. She knows that he is in no position yet to ‘have her head.’

“Thank you,” she smiles softly, grabbing a pair of black clothing scissors and holding them up — making them obvious. “I’m going to need to cut your shirt off to get some of your torso wounds. I’m not going to try anything funny.” She assures him, before slowly making her way to him. Like he’s a fucking rabid dog. Ready to bite and tear at flesh.

“Is that really necessary?” John snarks.

“I can’t treat wounds I can’t see.” She justifies, her eyebrows furrowed as she blinks at him slowly. John grumbles something she can’t exactly make out and she begins to cut at his shirt until she’s able to peel the bloodied scraps of fabric from his skin. His torso is a mess. Cuts and scrapes of all shapes and sizes. A bullet grazed his bicep, he has a gash at his collarbone. Jesus fuck, how has he made it this long?

“I don’t appreciate the ogling.” John says dryly, one unimpressed eyebrow raised. Cheeky prick.

“I don’t appreciate you not allowing me to examine your wounds.” She says dryly, walking back to her bag and pulling some cotton pads and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. “Now, hydrogen peroxide is not the best option when it comes to cleaning wounds, but it’s really all I have right now. And I can’t just not disinfect these wounds. If you need a rag to bite down on, I can get you that.”

“Eliza,” John starts.

“Elise.” She corrects him quietly.

“I have handled a lot more than a little bit of a sting from some fuckin’ peroxide.” John continues, not bothering to correct himself.

“Okay!” Elise ignores him and moves first to the gash on his collarbone. She slides her mask over her mouth and nose and gently sprays some of the peroxide over the shallow gash. She makes a ‘told you’ type face as John hisses. She dabs the wound clean softly and waves her hand to dull the sting with cold air. She grabs a large bandage from her bag and places it steadily over the wound, holding it in place for a moment.

“One done, six million to go,” Elise comments, mostly to herself.

“What’s the point in patchin’ me up when your fuckin’ boss is gonna come in here and rough me up all over again?” John scoffs at her, his eyes dragging up and down her body.

“He’s not my boss, firstly. I’m under a governmental contract as a field nurse. My contracts don’t usually last long, either.”

“Didn’t answer my question.” John raised an eyebrow at her snippy response.

“You didn’t give me time.” She defends, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second.

John just smirks at her, laughing softly. She scoffs, rolling her shoulders to reset herself and continuing to work on John. She just kept feeling his heavy gaze. Untrusting, definitely, but there was something else Elise decided not to investigate. After she’d disinfected and wrapped the bullet graze on his arm, she went to go rummage for some gauze to soak up the blood in his mouth when someone slammed the door open.

Elise yelled, all of her nerves twisting grossly as the door made an obscene noise. “Excuse me! I’m still with my patient.” The man spoke rapid Russian to her, seemingly mocking her. Elise stood, appalled, before John spoke up.

“I know enough Russian to know that he’s not a fan of taking orders.” He said dryly.

Elise bristled at John’s unhelpful comment. “Okay.” She began, trying to keep any semblance of composure. “I understand you have a job to do, but so do I. So please leave while I finish with my patient.”

“Glupaya malenkaya ovinchik,” The man tuts softly, dipping down to get in Elise’s face. “You do not order me. Little nurse.” He snickered softly.

“And you don’t order me! I don’t work for you. And I’ve asked you not once, not twice, but now thrice to leave and you’re still standing here! Explain that!” She pushes the man out of her face.

The man huffs indignantly and gives Elise a sharp glare before turning and leaving. She shuts the door, albeit a bit harshly, and returns to her bag.

“You got a backbone, I’ll give you that.” John says sincerely, his head tipped back slightly.

“Mm,” Elise hums softly, pulling his jaw open after putting on a fresh set of gloves and sticking the gauze around his gums and his tongue. “What even happened to you?” She asked, examining the many injuries still left on his torso. I swear to God they’re multiplying, she thinks.

“We were doin’ recon on this base and we got caught because of me. Turned into a bit of a bloodbath.” He explains. Elise hums softly and decides not to press the issue any further.

“Do you not have anyone looking for you?” Elise asks the next time she turns her back.

“Hopefully.” John nods with a heavy, painful sigh and Elise decides it’s best to stop talking for a while. They fall into a comfortable silence for the duration of their time together. John is so fascinated by her. What is this lamb doing in the lion’s den? And why is she so kind to him? He is the enemy. He doesn’t belong here. Yes, he needs to be kept alive but this utmost care seems a bit unnecessary. John’s luxury of quiet contemplation is ripped from him as he hears gunshots. Nearing gunshots.

Elise is quick, packing up her things, turning off the lights and turning the table on its side. She unties John and drags him to lay behind the table with her. She’s all too quick about all of this. Almost as if she’s done this before. As if she’s been ambushed like this. John feels his eyes sting at the thought.

Their proximity is strange, but John shields her with his battered body anyways. She looks up at him — her glossy doe eyes displaying nothing but confusion right now. John motions for her to stay quiet. The gunshots and the screaming die down into silence. John’s hand finds solace in Elise’s waist. They breathe the same hot air for a while until the door to the room slings open. John hears voices he’s heard before.

Soap. Ghost. Kyle. They found him? He takes the risk of finding out and dips his head above the table. He is relieved to see them standing in the doorway.

Ghost steps over and helps John stand up. Soap is focused on Elise, raising an eyebrow at his Captain.

“Dinnae think there’s any time for ‘at, Captain.” John rolls his eyes at the cheeky comment. But he walks past these two, to Kyle.

Elise dips her head above the shielding of the table, now, too, just to see John hugging the man. She knows this hug is way too urgent, too familiar, too tight, too long to be something between Captain and Sergeant. She stands and dusts off her scrubs.

“Soap,” Soap sticks his hand out to her.

“No, but I have hand sanitizer.” She responds. Soap laughs softly and gives up on introducing himself.

“Aye, who are ye, bonnie?” He asks.

“She’s the medic who saved my life.” John intercepts the conversation, his arm still slung lazily around Kyle’s waist. Kyle looks a bit weak, but he’s here. And alive. And that’s all that John needs.

Ghost, Soap and Kyle give her an appreciative nod.

“Might have to take her for dinner, just as a thanks, hm?” Kyle jokes to John weakly. John chuckles softly, looking at Kyle and nodding.

“I suppose. Don’t know if there’s anyone left alive here. She might just be getting transferred soon anyways,” John winks, as if he’s already got ideas in the making.

Elise chuckles softly, her face a dusty pink as she shrugs.

“I don’t think I’d mind some new scenery. Or a free meal.” Elise jokes, and John laughs softly in agreement.

“I think we have ourselves a new medic, boys.”

#any tag involving cod to be honest #cod au #call of duty fic #john price x reader #john price #john price x oc #blueberryfic #blueberrybabbles #light angst #john price x kyle garrick #price x gaz

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