#i think i can count on one hand who doesnt have dark eyes

[python333]

im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—” 

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of. 

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you. 

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece. 

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?” 

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder. 

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up. 

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.” 

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder. 

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.” 

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up. 

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.” 

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about. 

It was their stupid accents you hated. 

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy? 

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up. 

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.” 

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?” 

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?” 

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.” 

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return. 

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.” 

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers. 

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.” 

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers. 

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open. 

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price. 

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap. 

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk. 

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?” 

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well. 

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.” 

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?” 

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.” 

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.” 

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.” 

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact. 

“Mhm,” Ghost hums. 

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.” 

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle. 

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].” 

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?” 

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.” 

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—” 

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.” 

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic. 

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought. 

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you. 

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.” 

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.” 

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.” 

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.” 

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort. 

“Muppet?” 

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.” 

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.” 

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?” 

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—” 

“Ghost, don’t start—” 

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

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is this anything . sky:cotl au

details (aka my rambling) under the cut

mostly set upon the whole idea that caine came from eden and tries to help everyone gain their wings (albeit doing a terrible job the entire time)

bubble keeps the name bubble!

they r a mantatee :3 suprisingly chaotic for a light creature and sort of has the "eat light and puff out candles" personality that caine should have but doesn't

i contemplated caine being called "the creature" just for shits and giggles (and eventually went with it) since im absolutely certain everyone who ever meets him ever would be terrified for a little bit until they realize hes sentient; he doesn't understand that the name is supposed to be sort of derogatory

caine is the only one with wings because hes the only one who can canonically fly/float!

(and yes his head is supposed to be a dark plant . i like to think im big brain for this)

the reason why his dark plant head is tinted red btw . my thought process was basically "ah yes. red = good bcus eden :]" even though thats convoluted since everyone hates eden but that makes it better in a way. i think

zooble > mismatched worksmith

"bows" given to them by ragatha as an identifier; not like theyd need one though ..

constantly making their own prosthetics due to growing boredom with their previous ones (autism™) and also carved the designs into their mask themself

kinger > reluctant royalty

same old kinger as usual .. when asked what he rules he doesnt particularly remember nor have an answer so hes usually treated with respect out of pity for being old and senile

second tallest behind jax , also the oldest (if you dont count caine i guess? whos sort of. ageless)

ragatha > plush friendfinder

matching bow with jax :3 sibling moment! (yes i like the ragatha + jax sibling dynamic . its amazing to me)

right eye does not glow and actually looks like a hollow hole if you get close enough to her face! also clothing making buddies with zooble :] she taught them how to sew without pricking themself

gangle > wrapped up theatre-goer (i had such a hard time thinking of a name .. and to be honest?? im not solid on this but WHAGEVER.)

shortest. obviously

likes to write plays in her spare time and reads them to zooble while they work

clothes are sectioned and Very flowy, and has a few (cracked and broken) masks she likes to use for play improv (and also uses for herself sometimes if she has a hard time expressing a certain emotion)

jax > towering tease (it sounds stupid but THIS is so fucking funny.i cannot resist this)

tallest OBVIOUSLY. like stupidly tall . has its advantages and disadvantages (like being able to steal things from gangle with no consequences . on the other hand. doorframes)

him being tall and having that be the only thing hes got going for him is absolutely hilarious to me and im leaning into that hard

he has a tail also, but its small and not visible from the chart

pomni > jittery jester (i had to look up "other words for anxious" for this.my intelligence is showing)

pretty much the only one i referenced real in game clothing for, which sort of fits! protag moment

this was all i really had, since other established things like their personalities and relationships arent really changed much. but this was fun to think about :3 input is appreciated !

[ash5monster01]

Glass Houses

Chapter Seven - Through The Long Night 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: depression, ptsd, minor angst, mentions of evil, mentions of trauma, fluff

Summary: Pregnant with your first child you find the nightmares of Hawkins creeping back in. The only thing Steve can do is comfort you.

word count: 2.2k

Six ←→ Eight

Masterlist

Summer 1991

You're broken hearted from a long, long time ago

It's late when Steve rolls into the driveway, already dark out after a long and warm summer day. What confuses him is the pitch black house in front of him, not even a flicker of life shining from inside. You knew he'd be back from his business trip late tonight, had even expressed your excitement over the phone. He had expected to see you waiting up for him on the couch, smiling with anticipation after the long three days you spent without each other. He had been dying to see you but the coldness of the house in front of him makes him think you weren't the same.

The house is just as it seems on the outside. Cold and dark, each room lacking a sign of life. It briefly reminds Steve of a time in his life when it was only him who lived in this home, dreading his return to it each night. It isn’t until he reaches the top of the stairs he hears the faint noise of music coming from your shared bedroom. He recognizes the tune as Billy Joel’s album Glass Houses. The beginning notes of I Don't Want to Be Alone beginning to play softly into the room. Carefully he turns the knob on the door just to find the bedroom is just as dark as the rest of the house, your form curled under the covers, but he can tell you're not asleep.

"Rosy, I'm home" he calles out, navigating the dark room carefully as he moves to your side of the bed. You shift lightly as he sits on the edge, arm automatically reaching and caging you onto the bed. His free hand reaches for the lmap, flicking it on to finally reveal you in some warm light.

"Everything okay?" he inquires, smiling softly at you. The hand propping him up by your hip glides up slowly to brush across the expanse of your stomach, a small bump jutting out and ruining your chance of wearing any of your favorite jeans. You try to smile up at him, but as his hand rests against the very thing making you this anxious, you can't bring yourself to do it. Steve notices this as you set your hand on top of his own. It hits him, the cold hands, sad eyes, the dark silence, something was upsetting you. Upsetting you enough to hideaway so you don't have to face it.

"How was your trip?" you ask, avoiding the question as best you could but Steve doesn't care about if his trip was good or not. The whole time he only thought about coming back home to you and your soon to be little one. He didn't want to think about that trip ever again, he just wanted to spend time with you. When he doesnt respond to the question and instead calls your real name softly into the room, you realize he won't let this go.

"You're scaring me, what's going on?" he beckons, reaching to brush some hair out of your face and due to the hormones you are unable to stop the tears from rushing to your eyes, seeping down the sides of your face and into the pillows.

"The other day Mrs. Wheeler invited me to dinner since I was here all alone. She said she missed having us kids and wanted to have us all together for a night, especially while the kids were home from college. Nancy convinced me to go and I was excited. We laughed and had fun, even played a board game in the basement. Just like old times" you smile softly at him, eyes glimmering with tears and his eyebrows draw together in confusion, still not understanding where this had all taken a turn.

"Okay, that sounds fine. Actually a bit sad I missed out" Steve says witht he shake of his head, trying to find the detail that would cause such a sadness out of you.

"It got late and some of the kids started to drift to sleep. I realized I hadn't been in that basement since Max..." you dont need to finish as you get choked up on tears because Steve finally understands what happened. You sigh, hating how you tremble with tears shed for something that hasn't even happened.

"I'm terrified those things are going to come back one day and we wont be able to stop it. I'm terrified our kid will be unable to escape them just as us. I nearly lost you so many times, I faced injuries I still never fully recovered from. I remembered all the bad and I hate that in just a few short months my heart will be on the outside of my chest and I won't have any way to protect it" you cry, holding your stomach that held the child you already loved more than anything on this earth. You knew the minute he or she was born, they'd carry your heart with them forever and in a place like Hawkins, the risk was higher.

"Baby, the monsters are gone. Its been a long time since we've had to fight any of them. We can't worry too much, there will be things other than monsters our kid will have to face in life and we'll be here for every single one of them. The best we can do is teach our kids how to defend themselves and to trust us when things as scary as a demogorgon faces them" Steve reassures, pulling you closer to him. His words calm you only slightly but you had been left alone with these thoughts for far too long for them to go away that easily.

“I know, I just don’t think I’m ready to face that just yet” you whisper into the dark room and Steve sighs, loosening his grip on you so he can stand.

“What do you need from me?” he asks, wanting to be there for you while you work through this. He knows it’s normal and probably 50% hormones. A first time mother is meant to worry and if his words weren’t enough to reassure you he would do whatever else it was that could comfort you.

“Just, wait through the night with me” you tell him and he nods, toeing off his shoes and making quick work of unhooking the buckle of his belt. You watch him, in a much less shameless way, but more with admiration. You’re beautiful husband who somehow always looked more handsome than ever.

Once he’s stripped down to his boxers he crawls into his side of the bed, eyes catching the clock as he does. It’s so late but he’ll wait through the long night with you, wanting you to work through whatever these emotions were. When he settles behind you he feels the familiar shudder of your back that indicates warm tears and the start of bad dreams. The soft trembling of your shoulders against his chest as you relive old fears. He wished he could make you realize he was here, for all of it. Not just for tonight but for every moment after. That was half of him in there too and that terrified him every day. Being responsible for a kid when he never had any experience with good parents of his own.

"It's okay" he reassures, voice a soothing hush as he tries to coo you to sleep. It's comforting to have him back but those nightmares that you once pushed so deep down were at the surface again and no matter what Steve did, he couldn’t coax it out of you.

As Steve lays there, smelling the florals of your shampoo and feeling the warmth of your skin, he wonders what dating him had cost you. If you had never been together you wouldn't know about the darkness that lurks in Hawkins and had seen all of those horrible things. He had almost lost you, once a long time ago when fighting that very evil. That was the last time he ever wondered if his happiness was worth the nightmare. He wished you would have told him how bad it was, how deeply it affected you, but he also knew the exact position you were in. You had to bleed to know and all those sins are since past.

"You should be sleeping. It’s alright, sleep tight through the long night with me" he whispers, hand tucking your hair down against the pillow and pulling you tight against him. You relax into the comfort of his arms, enjoying the pressure his hold gives you. Like an anchor at sea.

"It's not your fault you know, I think I would've ended up finding out about the upside down even if I didn't know you. You didn’t start it" you tell him, eyes cast on the stereo on the other side of the room that glows as it plays the comforting music. Billy Joel who had now been both of your favorites. Steve loves how you know exactly what he's thinking even as you are fighting your own demons. This was the very reason he fell for you. No one on this earth understood him more than you. Becoming new parents already came with its own set of fears but knowing where you live adds so much more to that. Steve knows you're broken hearted from a long time ago and there is nothing he can do now to fix it but sit here and hold you.

"The way you hold me is all I need to know" Steve tells you and you offer up a soft smile, rolling to face him and wrap your arms around him as well. Hugging each other in the comfort of your home where you are soon to raise your kid. It’s late but you'll both wait through the long night with each other. Until the sun comes up and the demons from the past seem much less scary. When Steve's presence in the home has returned and you feel a layer of safety around the bubble you managed to pop in just three days. Your pregnant belly nudges against his own stomach and he grins, dropping a hand to cup gently over the bump.

"Did the work trip go okay?" you ask again, this time not as a distraction but as an actual investment into your husbands life.

"It was fine, lots of paperwork and a few drunk co-workers but we managed to sign off on a few deals. I just couldn’t wait to get back to you two" Steve says and your heart soars over the idea of there being more than just the two of you. In fact you couldn't wait for the day there was even more. Despite your fears the idea of a full home, kids as sweet as the ones you've protected over the years, was the real dream.

"We couldn't wait for you to get back either" you smile softly at him, leaning forward to press your lips against his in a sweet kiss. He sighs gently at the feeling, hand leaving your bump to tuck into your hair as he kisses you slowly. The very reunion kiss he had been desperately waiting on. You hum in delight, imagining a day your child is actually here to wait with you and be curled up in both of your arms. If someone had told you all those years ago when you met Steve in a record store, that you'd be having his kid, you would've begged for a time machine.

"You give any thoughts to a name yet?" he curiously asked, face so close now that you could admire the soft curve of his eyelashes. You don't even realize he has already distracted you from the sadness within. Mind moving further and further away.

"Possibly" you tease him with a cheeky grin and he laughs, squeezing softly at the dough of your waist before pulling you even closer. Your legs instantly tangle with his own.

"Care to share with the class?" he asks and you smile, moving your hands to brush the soft locks of hair out of his face. He watches you closely, admiring the extra glow you’ve had through this entire pregnancy. Happy you've taken the bait and have slowly started to calm in his arms. If only he knew how much you had spiraled throughout the entirety of this past weekend.

"If it’s a girl, I was thinking Clara" you tell him, hand mindlessly brushing down your tummy and yearning to actually touch the baby inside.

"And for a boy?" he asks and you smile, eyes shining into his own.

"What do you think of Johnny?" and just as you predicted, a look of shock paints his features as you mention his Grandfather's name. John Harrington, the very man who made Steve the kind and caring human he was today and the very man that introduced him to Billy Joel. In a sense you never would have met if it wasn't for that.

"It's perfect" he says and you smile, leaning forward and kissing him again. This time the kiss is less savory, more eagerness behind it due to the excitment of a baby boy or girl coming in just a few months.

"I knew you'd like it"

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PLEASE MORE MICHAEL CONTENT I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING U CRYING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLESASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEA

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Unsane Uncles-An Obey Me x Reader

Summary: Michael realises some shocking news, has a crisis, as per usual, chaos ensues. Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: nothing I don't think, for anyone that doesnt know, i headcannon michael as lucifers twin, this was written with my 'Death is a Debatable Thing' Au in mind, but it can be read as a stand alone <3

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The café was quaint, quiet and out of the way. It had been ages since you'd last visited the Human Realm. The soft sounds of chatter and cutlery clinking created a calm atmosphere. Well calm for the most part.

Michael sat on the chair opposite to yours looking quite frazzled. His white button down rolled up to just above the elbows and a few of the topmost buttons undone. His long golden curls done up in a messy plait, nonconforming strands coiling around his unusually antsy face. Long dexterous fingers wrap around his coffee mug, he brings it to his lips and takes a sip before setting it down with a little too much force. You watch the scene amusedly.

“I just- I don’t know what to do!” he runs a hand through his hair, looking up at you with stressed, ruby red eyes. "I mean?- Is it too late to give my congratulations?!...Or a push present?!"

You bite your tongue to keep from laughing, the Archangel notices. "This is serious MC! I am the worst uncle ever!"

You tilt your head, "Did you not think it was strange when the brothers first fell that Satan just kind of poofed into existence?"

Michael gives a thoughtful look, before making a 'meh' face and shrugging his shoulders. "I kind of just thought Satan was a low ranking angel that fell with the actual memorable ones, and that I had just... never cared to learn his name before he fell."

"You didn't ask?" You take a sip of your warm drink, revelling in how satisfying the hot liquid felt when it hit the back of your throat and warmed you up from the inside, especially as it was fucking baltic outside.

"Yes." Michael smiles sarcastically, "Because taking a trip down to the Devildom straight after the Celestial War to ask about the demon who kept biting people and snarling would've gone great for me."

"Touché." You grin. Michael's expression falls back from sarcastic to strained, his gorgeous features bathed in stress.

"But seriously MC! I've missed out on centuries as an uncle! That's so many birthdays! Luke must think I'm a deadbeat! I already act like I'm a divorced dad with visitation rights because I can't visit very often!"

You snort. "I don't think Luke knows."

Michael sinks into his seat, "Oh thank Father."

He stays there for a moment, the soft golden glow of the café lights on his dark skin so similar to the aureate ambiance of the Celestial Realm that you almost forget that you're back in the human world. He flutters his eyes closed, a hand over his brow in what can only be described as a himbo-ified imitation of a sickly Victorian woman saying something along the lines of 'Woe is I!" after finding out poor people actually have feelings. What a fucking drama king. You hold back a snort. Michael groans before swinging back up like a jack-in-the-box, his usual cheerful yet cheeky smile on his handsome face, he joins his hands together as he rests his arms on the wooden table, as if completely oblivious to the complete 180 he had turned. "So! MC, have I ever told you about the time Lucifer ran into a glass door in the Celestial Realm?"

You shake your head, grinning mischieviously, "I don't think you have!"

Hours Later, down in the Devildom, in RAD's royal library, Satan sneezed. He paused for a moment more before folding his handkerchief up and putting it back in his pocket, making a mental note to wash it when he got back to the House of Lamentation.

He groans, arching his back and stretching his arms out in an attempt to weave out any knots in his muscles. He'd been in the library since school had ended. Still unable to shake the feeling something was going to happen, Satan got up off of his chair, packed his books away, and made the journey home.

Walking alone through the cobbled streets of the Realm was calming and peaceful. Halfway through his siúl suaimneach, he comes face to face with a gathering of the stray cats he'd normally feed.

The Avatar of Wrath coos at them, hunkering down and reaching into his bag for some of the cat treats he'd normally kept in there. "Aww..." He mutters, speaking in a baby voice to the cats, scratching an old tabby's fur. "You've gotten so big, Purrsephone!" He scritches underneath the young cats chin, smiling as she purrs and remembering fondly when the cat was just a small kitten trailing behind her mother like a second, small adorable shadow.

As he pulls out the bag of treats onehanded, the symphony of meowing reaches a polyphonic crescendo, cats and kittens of all shapes, colours and sizes scramble towards Satan with more purpose now, all meowing for food. He chuckles, indulging the felines, petting them as they nibble and chew on the kitty treats.

Unbeknownst to the Avatar of Wrath, a good quarter of a mile away from where he congregated with the cats, a certain Archangel and his accomplice stood hiding in an alleyway.

In the shadows of the alleyway, Michael was clumsily putting on his batman mask. He already had a matching batman suit and cape on, you however were much more serious, and were dressed up as Robin.

"Michael." You hiss exasperatedly. "You seriously can't think that sneaking up on the Avatar of Wrath is a good idea!"

Michael merely waved you off with one hand, his other carrying his 'surprise for his most favouritest nephew in the three realms' as he'd deemed it. "Besides MC is worst comes to worst, you can just pop out!"

You nod. "Good point. "You face breaks into a grin matching Michael's, "This is going to be fun to watch."

Michael goes to say something before you both hear footsteps, your eyes widen. "Oh shit...he's coming..."

Quickly you dart behind the dumpsters, Michael moves to the wall of the alleyway. Holding his breath as he listens to the footsteps of a certain green-eyed demon.

After having petted the cats, Satan got up and begrudgingly left them in order to continue his journey home.

Lost in his thoughts, he can't help but feel as if something is watching him, thinking its just his imagination, he walks on. Who would be stupid enough to sneak up on the Avatar of Wrath?

An idiot in a batman costume apparently.

Satan jumped as the lunatic hopped out from the alleyway, hands behind his back.

"Psst! Kid!" The stranger in the batman costume says, ruby red eyes that reminded him of Lucifer staring at him. "I have a surprise for you!"

Satan's tail whips around his legs, on the defensive. "I'm not a kid." He says coldly. "And what surprise?"

"Heeheehee." The strange man giggles, before taking his hands away from where they were behind his back and revealling a small tiny little kitten, fur as dark as night, with an emerald green bow wrapped loosely around its little neck, having been jostled, the tiny creature meows in protest, big green eyes blinking sleepily. Satan's harsh, mistrusting glare softens as he looks at the kitten, moving to take it out of the strangers hands before his eyes narrow.

"What's the catch?"

"The catch?" 'Batman' says indignantly, as if Satan had gravely offended him. "The catch? How dare you! There is no catch! Can't an uncle give his nephew a present to make up for millennia upon millennia of missed birthdays?!"

Satan blinks. "It's March. It's nowhere near my birthday. And Uncle?" Green eyes narrow again. "I don't have any uncles."

The stranger sticks his tongue out. "Blah blah blah. You are just like your father. Take the fucking cat or I'm telling everyone that you're secretly Lucifer's son."

A vein pops on Satan's head. "Excuse me?!"

The stranger chuckles nervously upon sensing Satan's wrath bubble like magma beneath the surface of his skin, ready to boil over and erupt. When Satan's eyes flashed dangerously the stranger spluttered out. "Oh shit....! Uhhh....Cat Attack!!!" That was the only warning Satan got before the tiny kitten was shoved gently but firmly into his hands, his eyes immedietely softened, the rage slowed down from a boil as he looked into the soft innocent eyes of the kittykat.

He looked up at the stranger, who in his frenzy, had lost his batman mask. Ruby red eyes and golden curls tied in french plaits and tucked into the rest of the suit greeted him. Unholy fuck. Was that Archangel Michael.

The Archangel grins at him, "Enjoy your gift! Tell Lucikins I said hi! Oh and also the cats a girl, you can name her! Come visit your favourite uncle soon! Byebye!" Michael shouts to him, before he turns around, and fucking books it, sprinting away from the Avatar of Wrath at a speed that could rival Mammon running from Lucifer.

Satan stood shellshocked by the whole ordeal having acquired a tiny kitten and an uncle who needed to be institutionalised.

He grinned down at the kitten, "I'm gonna call you Dorcha."

Judging by the small creatures tiny meow, he'd gamble that she liked that name.

A/N: im so sorry this is so short, ive been busy w irl stuff, but this was a fun ask <3

also dorcha is sort of pronounced 'door-ah-ha' but you sort of say the 'ch' with your throat, idk how to explain it, but it means 'dark' 💗💗

siúl suaimhneach (shoe-el soo-ehve-neyak, except dont pronounce the 'ch' as a 'keh' and pronounce it liek gutturally!!!) it means 'peaceful walk' but suaimhneach can also mean tranquil or quiet

[5eraphim]

Helloo can I request RED scout and maybe some other of your choice,, fucking confused placeholder BLU medic who just doesnt know what to do? nsfw afab please :pray:





I don't know why this request was weirdly hard for me to interoperate- not trying to sound rude or like I'm judging you at all (I thought the prompt was cute, and very fun to write!) but for some reason I had to keep referring to the ask to make sure I was following alright, so- I read this request as "Reader is a new medic to the enemy team stopped by Scout who threatens/coerces into providing him a different kind of healing." I hope that's close enough to what you were going for! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy how this one turned out!

Title: The Bunny Under the Bridge

Character: Scout 🐇 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DON'T INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: Dark! Characterization (nothing too heavy, but still, definitely there), dubcon, light humiliation, coercion, hazing, AFAB reader, bargaining, reader is naïve, oral (male recieving)

Word Count: 4.2k

MASTERLIST

TIP JAR

“There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.” Oscar Levant

The first day on the job was never easy; Everyone knew that. Though as a Medic, you couldn't help but feel particularly brutalized as you fought through your first match. You tried your hardest to study up to become a Medic, though unfortunately, due to the "learn on your feet" nature of the role, you were left struggling to keep up with the rest of the team. Foolishly, you thought merely knowing this going into the trial would be to any kind of advantage, but now, just over halfway through the match, you were ready to cry. 

No matter how hard you sprinted to keep up with the others, how cautiously you tried to time your charges, or how you tried to keep track of everyone on your team- you were simply fighting a losing battle. While you were already self-conscious about being new, your lackluster performance made you feel downright mortified. Not to mention accidentally healing the enemy Spy while he was cloaked, only to be backstabbed the next second, twice. 

It would take a miracle to turn around now, and you didn't like your chances. You had a bad feeling your performance would cost Blue a victory, and everyone would know it. The distressing thought only intensified your anxiety, making you fight even sloppier. But no matter how you tried, you couldn't get out of your own head, and you couldn't stop thinking about the nasty looks you'd get at the end of the match; everyone would treat you like an idiot, and worst of all, you knew you deserved it. 

The longer you struggled to keep up, the further behind you fell. The further you feel, the worse your mental state, and after almost breaking down in tears after you failed to reach your team's Heavy fast enough, losing him to a backstabbing Spy neither of you managed to detect, you knew if you didn't take a minute to calm down, you'd only make things worse. 

Keeping an eye out for a hidden Sniper or Spy, you slipped around the corner, away from the heat of battle, ducking under an overhead into the shadows. Miraculously managing to keep your emotions under control, though you were acutely aware of the prickling feeling in the back of your throat from trying too hard to hold back tears. "Don't think about everything going wrong, the match isn't over yet, just…. Just keep pushing- just a little longer, I can do it!" You thought as you tried to slow your breathing and mitigate the rising panic. But nothing could distract you from the overwhelming shame of losing control, the guilt of letting everyone down, and the anxiety of what would come next.

Slipping a touch further into the shadows, you sighed, burying your head in your hands, rubbing your temples, feeling the nerves make your hands tremble. Screwing your eyes shut, you kept your head bowed forward slightly, fingertips to temples as you breathed slowly through your nose to combat the stress as best you could. 

"Hey you, Doc- c'mere a sec!" You heard a voice call to you, though for a moment, you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a Scout for sure, but where? After scanning the scene before you a moment longer, it registered- he was calling to you from beneath the bridge, several paces ahead, slightly to your left.  

Scout must've been hidden there for some time with an uncharacteristic degree of stealth. Watching him silently tread from his dark corner into the light was a little bizarre. "Ova here!" 

"You!" With a shamefully noticeable delay, you managed to brandish your vita-saw, pulling the needle-sharp tip up defensively, waiting for him to try and dart closer at any second. He appeared empty-handed, though you didn't doubt the Scout had some trick up his sleeve. 

He rolled his eyes at your non-threatening display of aggression, "Relax, relax- I just wanna talk."

Skeptically, you didn't move, refusing to trust the Red Scout not to knock you upside the head the minute you let your guard down. Frustrated, He grumbled, "You can put that horse tranquilizer away now. I ain't gonna shoot ya."

You tighten your grip, hissing, "And why not?"

"I told ya I just wanted to talk- Listen if I wanted to, your brains would be all over that wall ova there, now, will you put that thing down already?"

He wasn't wrong. You didn't know what was on his mind, but you were at least curious enough to hear him out. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you put your weapon away. "Alright, what do you want to say?"

"Look, buddy, I've seen the way you've been strugglin' out there, and it ain't pretty. Didn't get much combat training in doctor school, did ya?" He took a few steps closer, making you instinctively draw back a little. If he was trying to convince you to hear him out, he was doing a lousy job.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you were too proud to admit he was right. "What are you on about?" 

Scout couldn't help but laugh out loud at this, "You ain't stepped foot on a battlefield before today, I can tell- everyone on RED can tell, pal. Not gonna lie, you suck-"

"You're so kind…" You were about to walk away when he bounded forward, catching your shoulder with his hand. 

"Lemme finish- you suck, but if ya want, I can cut you a deal." You were about to try and pull away, but his words caught your attention. While you never knew Scout to be the brightest nor the most strategic, he did have an awful lot of experience over you. That was undeniable.

Turning slightly to look him in the eye, you responded incredulously, "A deal? Is that allowed?"

"Sure it is! Anything's allowed so long as no one finds out!" At least he sounded sure of himself.

"I'm listening." You detached him from your shoulder but didn't move any further away. 

Leaning just a little closer, you could see Scout's eyes leave your face momentarily, scanning for enemies lurking around or charging from afar. "Just for today, I'll go easy on you and the rest of the blue bastards. I can slow down, give ya some catch-up time."

Biting your low lip, you asked, "But won't someone notice? Do you really think you can get away with that?"

"Buddy, I don't know if you've noticed, but you're losin'. Big time. If you wanna pull through, I'm your best bet." You'd heard him boasting so many times before, so why was it so chilling to hear him sound so severe?

"You'd do that? For me?"

Scout slung an arm over your shoulder like he'd known you for years rather than days. "Sure I would! You've got a lot to learn, but you've got some real potential! I know it feels to be the little guy, fightin' a buncha maniacs ain't easy, 'specially not on day one. But ya gotta keep goin'! Hey- maybe one day you'll even fight as good as me!" And there was the Scout you knew.

Pulling back a little, you shrugged his arm off your shoulder. "Alright, but what's the catch?"

He gave you an odd look, sending a shiver down your spine, "Nothin' much, I just wanna lil 'healin' time with ya." He leaned his face closer to yours, speaking in a voice a bit lower than usual.

You raised a hand to push his face away from yours, leaning back a little, "Scout, you know I can't heal you-" 

"Nah, but you can do something, even betta." Taking your hand with his, Scout directed it downward, keeping it locked in his hold until your fingers were brought to brush up against his pants's fabric, the spot just below his navel.

You tried to snatch your hand away, but he was stronger than he looked and got an excellent grip on your rubber glove. "You can not be serious."

"C'mon, babe! I ain't asking for much, just you and me alone, won't take more than 15 minutes tops! All you gotta do is get on your knees and let your mouth do all the work!"

You huffed, "That doesn't sound like not asking for much to me!" 

Scout raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you ain't done it before?"

"Of course I have! And that is not the issue here!" You hated being talked down to at the best of times, least of all from people like him. 

"Clock's tickin' pal, it's all up to you. Take all the time you need. I'm sure your team will understand."

"And if I say no?"

He shrugged, "Well, guess I gotta cave ya head in. Your call."

"It's not like I have anything to lose anyway." You thought to yourself before forcing yourself to look him in the eye, to appear steadfast, "I'll do it."

"Aw, sweet!" Without waiting for another moment, Scout's hands were on his pants, working on unbuckling his belt.

Somehow, his audacity continued to surprise you. Putting your hands over his, you forced Scout to stop, "Not here, you idiot! Just hang on. Let me find us a better spot."

Taking him by the hand, you led the both of you into an alcove with a little bench hidden between two buildings. Scout giggled at your determination. "Hey, I'm not complaining'!" 

Once you were closer to the bench, you directed him to sit, "Alright, sit there. I'll take care of the rest."

Scout happily complied, sliding into place while you hesitantly got down on your knees before him, taking his half-undone buckle with your hands and working his pants down. At the same time, he shifted slightly in his seat to help you slide his bottoms down to his ankles, where they pooled around his bony ankles and dirt-crusted sneakers. "Whatever you say, hot stuff."

You couldn't tell if he was trying to fluster you or if he was always this annoying during intimacy. "Will you just keep your mouth shut-"

He ruffled a hand through your hair, "What? I'm not lyin'! You're real good lookin', how come I ain't seen you around before?"

"Scout, I said shut up!"

You clutched the waistband of his boxers with white knuckles, your grip far harsher than you meant to, partially on account of nervousness and partially out of annoyance. And you couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy as Scout yelped in pain as you accidentally scratched his belly with your fingernails in your rush to get his boxers off. It was almost scary, seeing his half-hard cock slightly tenting against the red fabric, knowing what you were about to do. Or rather, what you had no choice but to do. 

As you pulled the boxers down far enough to slip past his waist, you tried to work up a bit of saliva in your mouth, slightly thankful to know he was already semi-hard. There was something not precisely erotic but endearing about how needy Scout could get. He was kind of cute like that, and after spending so long feeling like the most hated person on the battlefield, it felt nice to feel wanted.

"Better go slow; can't risk over-exciting him. There's no way he'll keep quiet," you thought. With a soft fist, you closed one hand around the base of his shaft, only slightly moving your thumb and fingers to stimulate the blood already rushing south. Sure enough, you felt his body going rigid from the light provocation, but thankfully, other than a sharp inhale through clenched teeth, Scout kept quiet. Using your other hand, you got a good grip on the side of his thin hip; you had a feeling he would be a bit of a squirmer, and you didn't want to make things any harder than they had to be.

"Relax, try to loosen up a little, Scout. I've got you." He didn't say anything but made a noise of affirmation. Using your fingertips, you lightly massaged the side of his thigh, silently ushering him to spread his thighs out a little wider to help get your head get a little closer. His tip was noticeably redder now, and you could feel him throbbing against the palm of your hand. Detaching from his hip for a second, you pushed the fabric of his shirt up a little as you took a deep breath before planting a sweet kiss just over his navel, feeling a touch of pride as he took in a shuddering breath, cursing under his breath as you suckled and lapped softly against the sensitive skin of his underbelly.

Trailing your kisses lower while keeping your hands moving, you could feel Scout getting more and more impatient the closer your mouth got to his shaft. You were slightly impressed, as Scout appeared to be genuinely trying to keep quiet as you worked. You were proud of him and decided he'd been good enough to deserve a bit more attention where he needed it most.

Scout whined and deflated a little when your mouth left his lower belly but stiffened right back up when your tongue lapped against his head, making contact for just a split second to collect some of his pre-come in your mouth, allowing yourself a moment to acclimate to his taste before fully latching on. While you hated listening to his endless gloating and voicing every meaningless thought that passed through his head, something about his cute little whimpers had quite the effect on you, and you needed more.

It was hard not to smile, opening your mouth wide enough to take his head into your mouth, lulling your tongue down lower, feeling the sensitive, overheated skin. Overhead, you heard Scout whining, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon- more!" But he was too happy to let you take the lead. Once again, his hand found your hair, fisting it, trying to urge your head lower, wanting to feel your mouth bobbing against his entire length. 

As you continued to tease at his head, you eventually let go of the base of his shaft, now gripping both his thighs with more force than you realized, mindlessly pinning him into place as you took more of him into your mouth. 

He began to thrust against your mouth with a bit more intensity, or rather with as much force as he could, given how you kept him pinned against the bench, pulling and pushing against your head, mostly in sync with your own rhythm, rather than forcing you to go faster. Hollowing out your cheeks, you began sucking down against him in earnest. Feeling a deep twinge of pleasure in the shamefulness of face-fucking your enemy during combat, knowing how anyone could walk in and see the morbid display. If anyone on the Blue team were to see you like this, your career would be over. You'd never be a Medic again. Hell, you'd never be anything more than a desperate little whore, unfit to ever set foot on the battlefield again. Thinking about how disgusted they'd all be to see you now felt confusingly arousing.

But what if they weren't all horrified? What if it turned them on, too? You moaned against Scout's dick as you thought of one of your teammates seeing you like this and forcing you to service them, too- since you were obviously so needy, you couldn't wait. Without realizing it, you'd started pushing your own thighs together, bucking into nothing, trying your hardest to work up some kind of stimulation as you imagined someone like Soldier or Heavy, one of the guys who always gave 110% on the battlefield plowing into you without mercy while still in uniform. Calling you a traitor and a disgrace while fucking you like an animal.

The erotic fantasy, the humiliation of servicing an enemy on the battlefield, and Scout's pleasure-fueled moans made you feel lost in the moment. It wasn't until you felt Scout emptying his load directly into your mouth you were brought back down to earth. And just as soon as it started, it was over, and you were left with nothing but a tingling feeling below the belt and a mouth full of spunk.

"You're- Oh my God, you're, hah! Fuck, you're amazin'!"

Ungraciously, you leaned far to the side before spitting out the salty mess in your mouth. Scout wasn't the worst tasting, but he was far from pleasant. And you couldn't help but feel the need to get his taste out of your mouth as fast as you could, as well as all those dirty thoughts you had running through your head. 

After a few more attempts to spit the taste of Scout out of your mouth, you sloppily wiped your mouth with a part of your tailcoat before rising back to your feet. Feeling a fresh wave of self-disgust, seeing the post-orgasmic, loopy look of bliss on Scout's face and the way his eyes settled on your face with a look of pure adoration.

"Alright, you got what you wanted. Now, you better hold up your end of the deal."

"You're perfect..."

"I mean it, Scout. You go back on our deal, and you're gonna pay. Big time."

Your threat clearly had no effect on Scout, who merely looked up at you with a dumb starstruck look in his eye, "Anyone ever tell ya how pretty you look when you're pissed off?"

Groaning and rolling your eyes, you turned to leave, already sure you'd wasted too much time on this idiot. As you trudged a little ways away, you could hear Scout quickly fumbling to get himself put back together, and you had a bad feeling he intended to follow you out. 

Sure enough, just as you were about to run away, Scout caught up to you first, "Hey, hey! Hold up a sec, will ya! Got somethin' else that'll help ya with those blue bastards." Every moment longer spent with the Scout felt like agony, and you were beyond done with his "help." 

You didn't bother turning around, but you could hear him trying to sneak up behind you, "What now-"

Scout put both hands on your shoulders, forcing you to still, "Shhh, don't move." Without warning, you felt two skinny hands fisting either end of your overcoat, forcibly pulling the sides away from each other. No match for Scout's strength, the buttons keeping your coat fastened shut popped off one by one in rapid succession. You were so surprised watching the coat buttons detach, launching off into the distance. You didn't even realize he'd gripped the fabric of the coat so tightly. He'd also gotten a grip on the button-up shirt beneath, tearing off the top few buttons.

As soon as you noticed he'd torn and how much skin was now visible, you were enraged, spinning around on your heel, ready to slap him. 

"Scout!" Unfortunately, he was faster, dodging your blow and stepping away a few paces out of reach.

"What? I'm helping!" Scout appeared happy to have worked such an intense reaction from you, his all-too-proud smirk stretching all the wider as you eyed him with fury.

"Scout, what the hell was that for!" Covering the exposed skin with your hand, you felt a bit silly trying to hide after what you'd just done, but earlier, you convinced yourself you only did what you had to do, and now you felt nothing but wrath. 

"Aw, c'mon babe, there's no way those losers can't get pissed at ya now! Not with your tits out!"

"You jackass!" Just as you were about to reach out and swing at him again, he darted past you, charging right back into battle as though nothing happened.

"Sorry, I gotta run- I'll catch ya lata!" And in the blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving you with nothing but ruined clothes and a fowl taste lingering in your mouth. And as much as you despised him at the moment, you knew at that moment he was your only chance at making it out of this match with your reputation intact. 

Trying your hardest to force your attention back on the match, you took off from his direction. It was unlikely anyone would suspect the two of you spent all that time away together, but you didn't care. You still wanted to be as far away from that jerk as possible. Running around with your coat torn so awkwardly made it a bit trickier to work, but you needed to hold on to what little modesty you had left. At least you wouldn't have to endure it much longer; maybe you would get lucky, and your clothes would magically repair during respawn.

Ironically, your Blue Scout was the first teammate you ran into on your route back. He noticed you in the distance for just a second before turning his attention back at the enemy, shouting at you from over his shoulder, "Took ya freakin' long enough! What's the holdup?"

You winced a little at his voice, instantly guilty for all the time you spent away from your own team. But what's done was done. All you needed to do now was keep your head down and keep up with the others. "Ah! I'm sorry, I got uh- got a little cornered back there, my bad!"

Now that you were closer, Scout turned around, ready to keep yelling at you, "Ya, it is your bad-" But the words died in his throat as soon as he got a closer look at you. Cringing slightly, you could feel his eyes on your body but didn't have the strength to look him in the eye.

"Let me fix you up! Hold still." You didn't know what to do other than pretend you didn't notice anything off about your appearance. Fortunately for you, the match's second half went by much faster than the first. And although you still felt overwhelmed, keeping up was a little easier, and despite a few taunts from the other team, no one said anything about your little "wardrobe malfunction," which stubbornly refused to fix itself during respawn.

By some miracle, the Blue team won the match. While you knew it was no thanks to you, and you would never really know if Scout held true to his word, now that the game was finally over, you couldn't care less. The day was over, and you were returning to base for some much-needed rest. 

"Hey, hold up, Doc!" Scout called out.

At first, you assumed it was your teammate, but you realized the Red Scout was back upon turning around. Seeing him running over, brazenly calling out for you, made you cringe, wondering what more he could want from you.

"You did great back there!" The look of boyish enthusiasm on his face betrayed his lewd implication. Sighing through your nose, you looked over your shoulder at him, "Thanks."

Jogging close enough to rest a hand on your shoulder, "Hey y'know, if something' were to, I dunno… happen to our Medic, you gotta come ova to our side!"

"I'll, uh, yeah, sure thing, I'll think about it!"

He looked like he was about to try and say something else, but you knew if you stayed a moment longer, your team would become suspicious, and you wanted to protect what little trust they had in you while you still could. Shrugging his hand off your shoulder, you turned on your heel and nodded curtly to say "goodbye" before scurrying to catch up with the rest of the team as they filed for the exit, thankful to see most were too exhausted and too ready to leave to notice either of you. 

Most of them, anyway; just as you thought you made it out unnoticed, you heard the Red Scout shouting "Hey!" from behind, making you freeze up, looking back, feeling the tension in your body spike in annoyance, silently cursing him for drawing so much attention. When he could tell he had your attention again, he mouthed the words "Call me," pantomiming a phone with his hand before departing with a wink and a wide, toothy smile. His final sentiment is mercifully short yet still embarrassing you. You dipped your head forward to try and shrink yourself as much as you could to avoid drawing any more attention to yourself. You could feel yourself being watched but didn't dare look up to confirm your suspicions, "You're alright. You're almost back at base; just sprint to the medbay and pretend nothing happened." You thought, slinking close to the wall as you tried to slip through the crowd. 

If you were watched by the rest of your team, only one felt it necessary to say anything. Just as you were at the base's doorway, Blue Scout nudged you with his elbow, walking in step with you inside. 

"What's his problem?" He sounded more curious than suspicious, and you hoped he couldn't detect the humiliation you tried your hardest to conceal. 

You shook your head, "It's nothing, he's just weird." 

"If he's bothering' ya, lemme know. I'll kick his ass for ya." Forcing an awkward laugh, you nodded, sprinting the rest of the way to the medbay, making a mental note to speak with the real Medic later. You needed to know if all Scouts were so grabby around their Medics.

[luvxiem]

Hello:} for your new event can i ask ike with 3 softly rubbing your nose against theirs? It has been on my mind for a while, just imagine doing this in the morning with a super sleepy ikey;w; istg this man needs more content

+ "hihi!!! congrats on the 300 followers, you deserve it<3 can i request No. 28 "Hrmg, I'm not moving. Don't make me." with ikey? YALL CANT TELL ME THAT THIS MAN DOESNT LOVE TO CUDDLE YALL CANNNT" + "Sol congrats on the 300 followers!!<3 For the event, could i request ikey with No. 19 "babe. my love. song in my heart. are you purring?"? Have a nice day/night!♡"

morning glory

word count ! 550~ pairing ! ike eveland x gn!reader genre ! fluff summary ! you're supposed to meet a few friends for brunch but ike thinks you're very comfy

it's warm.

your eyelids blearily slipped open, vaguely recognizing the blurry shapes of your lover's bedroom and the sunlight peeking through the curtains. there’s a comforting weight over your stomach that you know is ike’s arm—a grounding element that keeps you from drifting off again.

taking care not to wake him up, you roll over to face your boyfriend, reaching a hand up to brush his bangs out of his eyes. your palm lingers on his cheek, thumb tenderly rubbing against soft skin as you admire how pretty he looks. ike’s brows furrow for a moment, soft mumbles coming out of his mouth before he adjusts to tuck his head under your chin, letting out a happy sigh against your neck as he tightens his grip on your waist.

you smile at your lover's antics, tilting your head down to leave a lingering kiss on his hair. he whines when he feels you shift, somehow clinging to you even tighter than he was before.

“stop moving…” he grumbles, hooking a leg over yours in an effort to prevent you from disrupting his happy cuddle bubble. giggling softly, you run your fingers through his hair in apology and ike leans into your hand, humming in content. you can feel the rumbling of his chest against yours and you can’t help but seize the chance to tease your lover.

“babe. my love. song in my heart,” you coo, a sly smile forming on your face. “are you purring?” instantly you feel ike freeze against you, muscles tense as he scrambles to come up with a reply and save any lingering shred of dignity.

he settles with a rather sad, "i don't know what you're talking about," and turns to face the other direction with a huff. the novelist is surely pouting, and although he's the one who flipped over he can't help but long for your skin on his once again. luckily for him, being together for so long means you're well acquainted with ike's many quirks—including the way he clicks his tongue whenever he's feeling particularly clingy—and you slip an arm around his waist as you rest your head on your elbow to lean over him.

ike turns his head to sneak a glance at you but opens his eyes wide in surprise seeing your face so close to his. the novelist flushes, opening his mouth to speak only to be interrupted when you bend down to rub your nose against his, a soft sigh escaping him. the corner of his mouth twitches upward against his will, and ike knows that this battle is lost.

“we need to get ready, darling,” you murmur, eyes darting from golden eyes to parted lips. ike frowns, leaning closer to hide his face in your chest. he can feel the rumble of your laughter and merely holds you tighter, especially when you start running your fingers through his hair, lightly scraping your nails against his scalp.

“hrmg,i’m not moving,” he grumbles, struggling not to shudder when you tug lightly on a few pale strands. “don’t make me.”

you hum, deliberating in your head if staying in was worth the earful you’re bound to get from a certain dark haired demon later. glancing down at your dozing boyfriend, it was easy to make a decision.

vox can wait.

WRITTEN ! 121722

[sanajeh1909]

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader 

Word Count : 8213

Warnings: Violence (mentions of guns, stabbing and killing people) 

POV : 3rd person 

One Shot

A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. I had hard time to express reader and focused on Chamber more than reader itself. Gif doesnt belong to me. I need to improve my writing skills. I hope yall like it. 

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You have joined Valorant Protocol by request of your friend : Fade. You have grown up in a place that war almost never ends. The constant exposure to death and bloodshed shaped you into a cold and hardened individual, one who viewed killing as a means of survival rather than an act of malice. After the first light, your life became a warzone. Killing people to survive has become normal to you. But all the killing and murdering didnt fade the playful attitude of yours, especially when it came to death. When your friend offered you to Protocol, you thought its time for your life to calm down a bit. You enter the room of the HQ where all the agents are there chatting with each other.  

Looking around, you want to make new friends and find someone who can relax with you in somewhere quiet. You see a man who is well dressed, of course your eyes catches his figure.  

He notices you admiring his physique. He is built like a mannequin, with a perfectly fitted suit. He looks over and flashes a smile that is charming, yet slightly sinister.  

*”Bonjour, Mademoiselle.”*

*”Bonjour.”*  You extend your hand for a handshake. But instead, he takes your hand and kisses it. Its soft against his lips. Then, he releases your hand.

*”Charming and well educated. I like that.”*

You smile at him. There is something behind it, but he doesnt seem to realize the mischief under your smile.

*”Would you like to accompany me to somewhere quiet and relaxing?”*  You ask. He doesnt know what is going to happen if he accepts, yet...

*”That sounds delightful.”*  He offers you his arm. *”If madame would be willing to accompany a gentleman.”*

You chuckle softly, he is unaware of the scheme you are planning. *”I would gladly accompany a gentleman like you. However, im not married. No need to call me ‘madame’”*

You accept his arm and gesture the way to parking lot. You two began walking.

*”Madame is a figure of speech.”* His French accent makes him more attractive than he already is. You two reach the parking lot and you gesture your car, unlocking the doors.  He gets inside the car and admires the interior of the car, admires its luxury.

*”Very nice!”*  He turns to you. *”Where are we going?”*

You, on driving seat, turn to him and smile softly* *”I would like to keep it as surprise if you allow me.”*

*”Surprise me, then.”* He says, crossing his arms, smirking. *”Oh, by the way. The way you speak is divine. I love the sound of a French accent.”*

You smile, feeling the pride grow in your chest. *”Merci, although im not fluent in French, i give my best to speak perfectly.”* You start driving inside forest, end of the road is the surprise place. Its dark, nothing can be seen except the road that car lights making bright.

He looks out the window, then gives you a curious glance. Your French is perfect, why does he get the distinct feeling of you are not a native speaker? He leans back in his seat, eyes on you as you drive for several minutes without a wrod spoken. The car is quiet. The surroundings a quiet hum. He waits for you to speak, his eyes are on you.

You feel his gaze on you and you break the silence. *”I get the feeling that you may thinking im French perhaps by the way im talking. No, im not French or native speaker of French.”* You drive, its quiet again. The eeire air is hanging on.

He tilts his head in curiosity. For a woman who isnt a native speaker of French, you are perfect. He is genuinely curious, now. Not only is your accent perfect, but your grasp of the language is incredible. He leans back in his seat again, letting you drive. *”So, i have to ask. Where did you learn to speak such beautiful French? You must’ve had many teachers, i assume.”*

You laugh softly, you cut your laugh short. *”I must admit you are wrong. I have learned French by myself, speaking with natives has improved my accent.”*

He raises an eyebrow, leaning forward in his seat. He is incredulous now, but he doesn’t show it. *”Really? Impressive. Most people i know arent that good, not even native speakers of the language. Did you always have a penchant for languages or just for French in particular?”* He glances at you and flashes another charming smile.

You let out a deep chuckle. *”You have caught me, Monsieur. I have a liking of languages, fourteen, in total.”* You smile in amusement, still driving. Its quiet and dark place to drive at night.

*”Fourteen?”* He repeats. *”I barely know three!”* He chuckles and shakes his head.

Why fourteen? Do you have an academic or professional interest in learning them, or do you just have a personal goal to learn them all?

You feel what he is thinking. You break the silence. *”I see you have doubts in you, you can ask me your questions, Monsieur.”*

He laughs. He knows he is being teased. He looks out the window, eyeing the dark forest around him. Then looks back at you. *”Tell me why you know fourteen languages. Im interested in your motivation, you see.”*

*”I have a strong liking of languages, you may call it fetish.”* You speak with amusement in your tone. Its been 10 minutes of driving.

He tilts his head at your word choice. *”A fetish. Well, now i think i must ask the question, then. Which language is your favorite and why?”*

You smile and sigh before speaking. *”Its hard to choose in between, actually. A lot of languages to choose one.”* You park the car and stop the engines. You turn your head to look at him, you flasha smirk. *”Shall we go out to see the beauty of the world, Monsieur?”*

*”You are not making it easy for me, you know?”* He chuckles. But yes, he gives you a look of excitement in his eyes. Whatever you have planned, he likes it. *”Let’s see where you’ve brought me.”* He gets out of the car.

You smile and get out of the car as well. You walk towards him and you lead the way. When you both reach the sands, you sit on a bench and take off your heels. You put your heels next to bench. *”Do you like beaches?”*

*”Oh, madame, i adore the beach.”* He sits down beside you and takes off his shoes without hesitation. The sand is warm and soft. *”Nothing like the feel of the sand and the sea. This is beautiful.”*

*”Yes it is. Would you like to walk inside the sea, or should we sit here?”* Your tone of voice is soft, almost soothing.

He shrugs. Its entirely up to you. He turns his head to look at you. *”I’ll do whatever madame desires. You are very beautiful, you know that?”*

You chuckle softly at his words. *”You are complimenting me.”* You get up from the bench and you look at him. *”Shall we go?”*

*”I am. Why wouldn’t i?”* He stands up and starts walking towards the sea. He turns around, looking back at you. *”Coming, madame?”*

You follow him and start getting inside the water, enough to feel the soft waves on your ankles. *”Isn’t it soothing?”* You smile and you turn to catch his gaze.

He follows you into the water. The salty water tickles his toes. Its soothing, the calm waves in the shallow water. He looks down, kicking up sand, and back at you. *”It’s soothing, yes”* He smiles, but the expression is disingenuous. His eyes are studying you. That soft gaze that was there has gone, replaced by a look of cold precision. He doesnt look away, either. He is judging you, studying you. His eyes dont move.

You realize his judging eyes. *”May i ask what’s making you uncomfortable, Monsieur?”*

He chuckles, his tone slightly mocking. “*Oh, dont assume anything. Im merely trying to gauge whether or not you are a friendly individual, so far without luck.”* He flashes you another, more genuine smile. *”Or perhaps, you are not comfortable with me, madame. That is why i am here, though. To make you comfortable.”*

His tone when he refers you as madame doesnt sound genuine. *”If i wasnt comfortable, i wouldnt have asked for your companionship. If you are having troubles of trusting me, take your time.”* You smile but it doesnt reach your eyes.

You notice the difference in his voice. That mocking tone in that one phrase alone seems to be a break in chaarcter. He looks down, then back up at you. He tries to match your smile, but he cant do it for long before it drops. He loooks at a nearby sandcastle, then looks away. You are right. He doesnt trust you. He tries to change the subject. *”Tell me about yourself. Why are you on the beach so late?”*

You smile. This time it reaches your eyes even though its small smile. *”I always come to beach at this hour. Today’s honorable guest is you. If you wish to leave, i can give you the keys of my car for you to go back. But im afraid that you might get lost on the road though.”*

His face twists into a confused look. *”Honorable... guest? What do you mean?”* He is standing up in the water, the water just below his knees. He stares down at you, not breaking the eye contact. No matter what you do, he is looking at you with his piercing amber eyes.

A small, genuine smile on your face, your tone of voice is soft. There is something dangerous inside you. *”I dont have any intention of hurting or killing you, unless you ask me to do so.”*

Was this a threat? Were you threatening him? It didnt sound like you do but... the desolate beach, eerie air of the night makes it harder to not be on alert.

His face hardens. He takes a small step closer to you, looking down at you. He doesnt break eye contact. he speaks softly, his voice is low and harsh. There is no emotion in his eyes or his face. *”Would you like to kill me, madame?”*

*”If its your wish, i can. Though my heart doesnt want to point a gun at a gentleman like you.”* Smiling, you catch his eyes on yours. Your gaze is piercing, yet there is something soft in it. Is it because you really mean your words?

His face is blank. It is emotionless. cold and calculating, yet he still holds you in his gaze. He takes a half step clloser to you. His eyes are studying yours, studying your soul. *”You would kill a man without a reason?”*

Your smile remains, your gaze is piercing his soul. But there is something broken in it yet hard to catch it. Were you in this situation before? *”If its their wish to die, i have nothing to object, do i?”*

The coldness in his eyes fade into confusion as you speak. *”What is wrong with you? How could you do that to someone? Do you not have a sense of morality, or do you just have the heart of a murderer?”* He crosses his arms, scowling. *”Tell me: do you want to kill me?”*

Your smile widens coldly. *Arent we all murderer, in Protocol? And no, i have no intention of killing you. Unless you are begging to get killed, Monsieur.”* The way you phrased ‘Monsieur’ was cold, insincere.

He is taken aback for a second. You have a point, but not everyone within the Protocol kills on a whim. he shakes his head, then shrugs it off. He flashes a smile, a bright, charming smile.  *”Are you sure that you arent looking to kill me? I would be lying if i said that i was convinced.”*

Your smile gets warmer yet there is still hints of coldness in it. *”Say then, would you kill me, here and now? I know you have a gun on you. Dont you want to point at a woman who is talking about killing someone mercilessly?”* Your smile gets wider and grows colder. You are scheming something dangerous for sure.

His face is serious, deadpan. He pulls his gun from his waist. *”I could.”* He doesnt make a move to point his gun at you. He just holds it loosely behing his back. *”Its something that i am capable of.”* He looks around the beach, scanning it for any potential witnesses. The beach is desolate, no one is there except you and him.  *”Are you willing to die here, madame?”*

You slowly reach your thigh and pull your gun from its holster that was there. A ghost you are holding on your hand yet its not pointed at him. *”Are you willing to die here, Monsieur?”* You smile coldly, no emotion in your voice, your tone is sendind shivers down his spine.

That was wrong thing to do. He is standing up in the water, staring at you. His face is deadpan. His hand grips the gun tighter. *”This is your final chance to run, madame. Are you sure you want to do this?”* He is still speaking softly, his tone is cold and emotionless. There is a sense of confidence behind his voice that should scare anyone. He isnt afraid of you. He doesnt even seem fazed by your gun. That is far more concerning.

Your smile gets warm. Maybe because you know you will die there? *”Do, point your gun at me, if you wish to die.”* You speak softly. What are you planning to do?

He smiles at your invitation. He raises his gun to point at you, without any hesitation. His finger rests over the trigger, ready to fire. His tone is cold, emotionless. ***You have three seconds.***

You slowly raise your gun and point at him, there is smile plastered on your face. *”Are you really willing to kill someone innocent?”*

He doesnt move. You could almost see the cogs turning in his mind, processing the morality of what he was about to do. His mind seems to have made up its mind, because his gun is pointed directly at your head. His eyes are cold, emotionless, piercing your soul. His finger is on the trigger. He is about to do it. ***You have two seconds. Make the second count.***

You suddenly click and unlock the magazine of the gun, dropping it on water. Empty gun is staying on your hand pointed at him. Your smile turns into cold smirk. Your intention were not killing him. But why did you plan this? What was your aim with this?

He is caught off guard. He lowers his gun, but not out of fear. More as a gesture of surprise than anything. He looks as though he would like to laugh, but he doesnt. *”So you have given me my life back, madame.”* He lowers his gun, setting it loose behind his back. He is still studying you with those piercing amber eyes. *”Why would you do that? Why give up your only weapon?”*

You lower your gun, the empty gun resting on your hand. You smile at him as you speak. *”My aim was never killing you.”*

He raises his eyebrows, looking down at you. *”Then why bring gun at all?”* For a moment, he looks slightly annoyed, like you had just wasted his time. Then, he shakes it off. *”But, you could have killed me, you know that, right?”*

*”You ask me why i bring my gun, yet you carr on you. Isnt it a bit rude? I could, but it would be pointless to kill you. I have nothing to gain from your death.”* You turn slowly and start taking small steps on water.

He laughs. His laugh comes from deep in his soul, filled with cold amusement. He looks at you, standing up in the water and crossing his arms. He is grinning now. the coldness and calculation has left his eyes. What you see now is a man ***loving*** this situation. He is the happiest he’s been in weeks, maybe months. He turns to face you, smiling widely. *”Oh, you are good.”*

*”I am, indeed. At least i can take it that you are trusting me now. No, Monsieur?”* You say with a smile on my face, your tone of voice is playful yet sincere.

He laughs again. His voice is warm and charismatic, like you would expect. You have certainly earned back the trust. *“I am trusting you, madame.”* He takes a few steps closer to you. He looks down at your feet, then looks back up at you with another wide smile.  *”Let’s make a deal. We walk along this beach together, not speaking a word to each other, just looking. We both keep our guns holstered, no killing. How does that sound?”*

You laugh softly. His words amused you, not in negative way. You are intrigued by his actions. Is he always like this? *”Deal, then.”*

He holds out his hand to you, smirking. *”A pleasure doing business with you, madame.”* He looks down at you, staring at your face. There is a soft smile on his face, like that of a smug and satisfied cat. He waits for you to reply.

You accept his hand for handshake. Your smile grows warmer. Maybe he isnt that bad?

He shakes your hand and lets go, then smiles. He turns around and starts walking with you by his side in water, his arms crossed on his chest. He looks out at the dark sea, into the woods, around the beach. The sun has set long time ago, the moon shining above. Beach is deserted long time ago. He slows his pace. *”There is something beautiful about the quiet, dont you think?”* He shrugs. *”You can hear the wind, the waves... its like music.”*

You smile at his words, you chuckle softly. It was good to rest your soul once in a while like this. Away from the war you used to be in. *“Right, its always calming...”* You walk at the same pace as his, walking next to him. Your hands are next to you to balance yourself as you walk in water.

This is a very different version from the one you would just met. His warm smile is inviting, like he could be talking about anything with you. It is not the face of the cold hearted hitman you had just spoken to. He looks around as you are walking, studying the beach. He takes a small step forward, making eye contact with you.  There is a mischievious glint in his eye. Does he look like the kind of man who will get the best of you?

He pauses, his brow raises as he looks at you. *”Would you like to play a game? We are both bored out here after all.”* He grins, but the corner of his eyes are dark. This man, who had just wanted to kill you, has sense of glee about him. *”Are you good gambler? Do you trust your luck?”* He sounds sincere, but he looks as though he is planning something. His smirk is slightly sinister.

You raise an eyebrow, confused by his invite but amused. *”Are you inviting me to Russian roulette?”*

He bursts out laughing, covering his mouth and shaking his head. When he speaks again, he sounds like he is holding back his laughter. *”No, im not a murderer... I was thinking of poker?”* He asks, grinning at you. *”Unless, you want to play a game that gives you a chance to kill me...”* He adds jokingly.

You shake your head, not approving what he said but you speak slightly playful even though you mean your words. *”If you really have deathwish by my hands, we can. But i dont have ammo with me now.”* Your lips curls into small smile as you speak. *”Poker, you say? I dont like gambling actually.”* You pause for a second and add jokingly. *”But we can play Russian routlette with your gun.”*

*”How about a bet, then?”* He looks at you, his amber eyes piercing you to your soul. When you dont respond, he takes a step closer to you. He crosses his arms and looks down at you as he speaks. *”You are so lucky, you know that? For some reason, i let you live back there. You should appreciate that. You got away with your life, free of charge.”* He nods at you. *”But i will not be so merciful the next time.”*

You laugh at his words. It seems like you didnt really take his words so serious. Your laugh and your tone of voice is almost teasing. *”Je suis désolé, Monsieur. I will be careful next time.”*

His smile gets even bigger, the corner of his eyes turning a darker shade of amber. He cant control his smirk any longer, and he begins to laugh again, the sound of which rings out into the silent sea. As he laugh, he closes his eyes.

The silence of the beach feels deafening. The waves lap up against the beach hits both of your legs, the wind whistles and sighs. He breaks the eye contact with you, still laughing. *”You have a strange way of showing appreciation, dont you?”*

You give him side eye with smile, not judging but enjoying the conversation with him. *”I would like to say ‘im not like other women’ but the sentence is already corny.”* You wait for his reaction after speaking.

There is still a wide smile on his face. He turns to face full towards you. You both face to each other as both of you stopped walking. His laughter dying down. *”You are unlike any woman i have ever met”* He grins at you. *”You remind me of someone.”* His smirk turns into half grin. He looks at you, studying your face. *”Who, i wonder.”* He mutters.

You turn your face slightly, your gaze doesnt leaves his face. *”I wonder who might it be?”*

His smile gets even wider. Its almost unnerving. His eyes are focused on you, watching your every little reaction to try and understand what you are thinking. His head tilts to the side, a look of intrgue on his face. *”I have a suspicion.”* He says, his tone is serious now. *”There is something very familiar about you... I cant put my finger on it yet.”* He chuckles.

*”Even after not shooting, still suspicious i see”* You raise your hands to shoulder height as if surrendering. *”You can search for any weapon, you wont find anything except an empty gun and butterfly knife.”* You squint your eyes for a brief second.

He smirks again. He takes a few steps towards you, studying you with his piercing eyes. He chuckles, then raises his hands in the air in surrender. *”Very well. You have earned my trust. For now.”* He lowers his arms to his sides, still smiling. *”For now.”*  

You lower your hands at his response. Your lips curls into sly smirk. *”For now doesnt sounds convincing.”*

*” What would you like my wording to be?”* He raises an eyebrow. *”Do you want me to bow down before you and pledge my loyalty as your humble servant?”*

You roll your eyes at his words, his behavior is amusing to you. *”No, i will know when to trust you.”* You smirk at him teasingly, your tone is playful. You enjoy the conversation way too much than you expected.

He chuckles darkly, rolling his eyes. *”You are a very tricky woman, you know that?”* He grins, crossing his arms. A voice in his head tells him that there is something suspicious, that you know something. He dismisses it, shaking his head. *”You are also quite entertaining. I like that.”* He steps closer to you. *”Are you always this fun, or only when you almost get yourself shot?”*

You laugh with deep voice. How you have developed yourself to enjoy to be on verge of the death always excited you because of your past. But how he pointed at it was funny. *”If you would like to see if im funny or not, then why dont you try and see? I am always funny. I dont look like i take anything serious though.”*

His grin gets bigger. *”You know, i might just do that.”* He looks aruond the beach. Its dark, pale lights of the beach lighting the sands up. The woods are indistinguishable behind the lights. He turns back at you. He steps clsoe, and he is now only a few steps away from you, close enough to lean down and speak in your ear. *”What would you do if i were to kiss you?”*

You smirk but it shows how displeased are you from his words. *”I dont like the idea. I might stab you and see if you are still funny, maybe, no?”* You tease him with his words.

He smiles a little wider. *”You are not like other women, are you?”* His tone suddenly becomes serious, his amber eyes piercing your soul. *”I would like to get to know you. The real you.”* He looks down at you; there is a hunger in his eyes. His face, once warm and charming has turned cold once more. *”Is there a chance i might earn your trust?”* He steps even closer to you, his lips almost touching now. *”What say?”* He whispers quietly.

You slowly put your hand on his chest and gently push him back. Your face is smiling but you are not pleased this little conversation. *”I will decide when to trust you. It was remarkable that you didnt shoot me when i dropped the magazine of the gun, yet you were ready to shoot any second.”* You squint your eyes slightly and widening it. *”How am i gonna trust someone who did it?”* Your tone of voice sounds slightly playful yet serious. You mean every word on your last sentence.

His grin disappears, and he narrows his eyes. His voice grows stern, and you feel a cold presence coming off of him. *”And how are you going to earn my trust?”* He leans in close to you, staring directly into your eyes. His amber eyes are cold and calculating again. Its obvioux that that question did not sit well with him. His mood seems to have shifted again. *”Your weapon was still pointed at me.”* He takes in deep breath. *”Is there something about you I'd rather not know?”*

You speak calmly with a smile on your face. *”I had a chance to shoot, yet i dropped the ammo. Would you preferred me to shoot you there?”* Your smile widens and you let out a small chuckle. *”I will earn your trust, maybe. Time will show that.”*  

He smirks. *”Maybe. Time will tell, wont it?”* He crosses his arms, leaning down as he speaks. His amber eyes narrowed as they gaze into yours. There is a subtle hunger in his eyes, a fire behind them. Like he wants something from you, something he is not telling you he wants. *”You have me intrigued.”* He grins. There is a sly, almost mischievious look about him. *”Tell me more about yourself. You must have plenty to tell... Im listening.”*

You pause for a brief moment. *”Lets make a deal, then. We both tell more about each other. It would be unfair to leave other person illiterate, no?”*

*”Im inclined to agree.”* He smiles, a smirk on his face. He reaches out a hand for you to shake. You can tell he is serious about the deal. *”Lets make a deal, then. A truce, i suppose.”*

You shake his hand firmly. You may gain more of him, maybe? *”Deal.”*

He shakes your hand firmly, too. There is warmth in his eyes and his demeanor. *”Very well. I will tell you everything i can about myself. And you will, in turn, tell me everything you can. Is that satisfactory?”* He crosses his arms, looking at you curiously. There is a sparkle in his eyes. *”Where would you like to start?”*

*”Yes, it will satisfy me. Im starting then. Im 20 years old, and you?”* You smirk. It will be entertaining to learn more about him. You didnt think he would be willing to talk about himself, so you were prepared to get what you want by force.

He smiles. *”I am 28. What are your passions? I like weapons, as you have seen. What do you like?”* Another smile; his lips curls into a smirk.

*”Killing people?*” You speak jokingly and laugh loudly. *”Languages, as i said in the car. My turn then. Im 1.64 meters tall, you?”*

He grins. *”Killing people is one of my passions, but you already knew that.”*

The look in his eyes is cold again, like he couldnt have been the one to jokingly joke with you moments ago. *”We may be of the same passions, however.”* He smirks, his voice deep and cold. He looks up slightly, thinking. *”Im 1.79 meters.”* He smirks. He looks back at you with a charming grin. *”Do you like reading?”*

*”Yes, i do. Horror or thriller novels are my favorite genres. What about you?”* You are showing new side of you to him: playful and charming. And you see new side of him too. It feels like he is more comfortable with you than before.

*”Im more of a non-fiction person”* He pauses. *”I have always been more interested in reality. Learning as much as i can about my foes. Learning their vulnerabilities, their fears, their weaknesses, their pasts, their traumas, their hopes... You know. The things that might make them break and lose.”* He flshes a quick, genuine smile. *”If they break, it makes my job all the easier.”*

*”Breaking mentality is good tactic, but what would you do if it doesnt break?”* You smile. Its quite disturbing smile. *”Someone might not be scared even when you point a gun at their head.”*

He raises his eyebrows and looks at you, a sly smirk on his face. *”I never had a situation like that happen to me yet. But if someone is not afraid of me, then i know one thing: they are either the bravest person i will ever meet, or they have nothing left to lose.”* His tone is serious again. *”Which one are you?”*

*”What if i am...”* You pause for a moment, leaning towards him slightly. *”...both?”*

He leans towards you as well. His voice is calm, his eyes still cold and calculating. *”Are you both?”* He tilts his head, his amber eyes piercing yours. A voice in his head tells him that something doesnt add up. He shakes it away, ignoring it. *”If you are both, it just makes my job all the more entertaining.”*

You smile, your eyes also smiles with your lips. Your eyes sparkles with excitement. *”Since we are allies, we have nothing to hold anything against each other. Dont you agree?”*

His smirk grows slightly. *”Allies, are we? I suppose so, yes. I like your reasoning.”* He smirks again. *“Its a lot more fun this way, is it not?”* He asks, a playful tone in his voice.

*”It is indeed.”* You pause for a moment. *”I have dropped the formal title. It will be better to get used to each other. Unless you want me to call you Monsieur?”*

*”No, no! You may call me by my name, Vincent!”* He flashes a smile. He seems to think again for a moment, then nods. *”I guess we are allies. Lets make a deal; you tell me your weaknesses and I'll do the same. Does that sound like a fair deal?”* He leans in a little closer to you again, his face is a few inches away now. His voice is warm and charming. He looks to you, looking up and down and he seems to be analyzing you.

*”Vincent, a good, charming name. Sanajeh, you can call me by my name too. Lets make everything balanced.”* You give him warm and charming smile. *”Weakness?”* You raise an eyebrow. *”Are you willing to leave yourself vulnerable around me now?*” You smirk teasingly.

He smirks. *”Well, i suppose that is only fair.”* He shrugs. *”If we are to become allies, i suppose we really ought to know everything there is to know about each other, should we not?”* He gives a slight chuckle. *”Im willing to play by your rules. But i expect you to play by mine”* He gestures between the two of you. *”So shall we begin?”* He smiles, tilting his head.

You smile, amused by hiss game. You enjoy his game yet something feels off. You shrug it off. *”Turn is yours.”

*”Very well. I’ll start off with a simple one.”* He laughs. *”Im claustrophobic.”* He chuckles. *”Your turn.”* His eyes sparkle mschieviously as he waits for your response.

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his answer. *”I have never thought you might be claustrphobic, you seem like you dont have any weaknesses.”*

He leans in again, almost invading your personal space at this point. *”Nobody is flawless, my dear.”* He whispers quietly in your ear. His voice is slightly silky as his eyes bore into yours. His eyes sparkle like they have been sprinkled with little diamonds. *”Does it excite you to know that someone like me has flaws?”* His breath is hot on your neck. You see him almost lean in further, his lips inches away from your neck. His eyes are fixed on yours and his face inches away from yours.

Your hand goes over your thigh, next to your gun where your knife is resting. You are ready to slip your knife out and stab him if he dares to move one more inches. Why arent you doing it now?

He notices your hand. He smirks again, a sly look on his face. He leans closer, his lips almost touching your neck. You feel his breath on your skin. You feel a shiver going down your spine as his breath brushes your skin. Is he going to kiss you? He doesnt make a move. Suddenly, he pulls away and chuckles. *”You think I'd do it again, dont you?”* His smile broadens.

You are annoyed, feeling like he played with you like a toy and left you on the floor. Your hand still rests on your knife. *”Its not nice of you to play around with someone.”*

His warm smile instantly vanishes into thin air. His face turns cold. He looks at you with steely eyes, his face blank, as if he felt no emotion at all. *”I was showing you what happens when you let your guard down. Your weaknesses show. You could have been hurt.”* He mutters, his voice quiet and cold. *”But instead you just got your feelings hurt.”* He seems to be angry about something. His fists are tightly clenched and his face is scowling.

You are annoyed by his words and behavior. *”Im willing to take action to protect myself.”* Your grip on the knife gets tighter yet you still didint pull it off from its place.

He scoffs. *”Yes, you were ready to stab me with your little knife, werent you?”* He looks at the knife that rests on your thigh. *”Would  your little knife stop a bullet?”* He gives a laugh and shakes his head. His smirk is gone. The look on his face is furious as he glares at you. *”No. It wouldnt.”*

*”Your gun is still in its holster. I would have stabbed you before you pull it out. *”You turn your face slightly, your gaze is still on him. You scoff, its visible you are irritated.

He looks into your eyes and stares at you. *”Then why didnt you?”* His voice is cold. You dont answer and just stare at him in irritation. He looks away from you for a few seconds, then looks back at you, a smirk on his face again. *”You see, dear, you were not expecting me to make such a move. It caught you off-guard.”* He laughs. *”My gun may be in its holster, but you were not expecting me to do that.”* He smirks, his voice becoming slightly mocking.

You are irritated, a lot. You change the subject. *”Dont you have anything to do in HQ? You came all along with me here.”* You turn your gaze, you start to take small steps inside the water, walking slowly.

He shakes his head. *”Not at all.”* He shrugs. *”I dont mind. I like the company.”* He leans in again. You feel his hot breath on your neck, his lips mere inches away from your skin. His eyes bore into yours. *”Do you have anything to do besides walk around?”* He asks teasingly.

You pull your knife out with swift movement, ready to stab his throat. *”You should learn what ‘personal space’ is.”* Your gaze is piercing, stern. You dont like his game anymore.

You see him freeze, his eyes wide. He doesnt make a move. Then he laughs. A loud, boisterous laugh that goes straight from his heart to his mouth. His voice booms. He steps back, his hands raised. *”Ha! You actually pulled a knife on me!?”* He laughs, a bright grin on his face. He looks at you and you see nothing but amusement and laughter on his face.

You swing your knife on your fingers, then take a step closer to him. Your knife is on his throat. *”If you dont respect my personal space, i might hurt you.”*

*”Lets see if you can hurt me with that.”* He gives a smirk, his voice cold. His arm extends out and he flicks his wrist slightly. His headhunter is aiming directly for your center mass. His tone is cold, as if he was being serious now. You see his finger slowly going to trigger. His eyes stay trained on your center mass as his finger is on the trigger, ready to pull it. *”You wont be able to.”*

His eyes look down the sights of his pistol. He grins. *”Try me.”*

*”Its not fair to point a gun someone who has knife on their hand.”* Your face is stern yet your voice is playful. Your expression and tone doesnt match. *”You are quite unfair guy with fair look.”*

He scoffs. *”So you want me to unchamber the rounds and put on the safety, then pull a knife on me?”* He gives a wry smile. *”My job is fighting. I dont care about things being fair.”* He laughs again. *”Maybe im not as kind as you thought.”* He leans in close to you again and whispers in your ear. *”You dont know me as well as you thought.”*

You growl and raise your chin slightly. You put your knife back where it was resting. You slowly walk past by him and get out of the water. His golden tattoos glows as his headhunter disappears from his hand.

He seems to go back to his normal self, a charming and playful figure. He walks and leans towards you and looks you in the eye. *”You know, despite the fact that you pointed a knife to my throat, im quite attracted to you, my dear~”* He says with a wink. He leans in closer, whispering in your ear again. *”You have quite the aura, you know that?”* His breath is hot on your neck. You two had stopped walking in the sands.

You gently push him back, playful yet annoyed smirk on your lips. *”Enough games for tonight, no?”*

*”I was only getting started, darling~”* He smirks, leaning into you once more. He gives you a look up and down again, his eyes shining like stars in the night. *”If you are going to push me away like that, why did you not do so when i nearly kissed you back there?”* He asks, giving you a sly smile. The look of amusement is back in his face.

You smirk, slightly annoyed. Your tone of voice is playful and low. *”Some questions are meant to be left unanswered.”* You walk past by him, you dont turn back when you speak gaain. You slightly raise your voice. *”I might have piqued an interest in you. You are entertaining, Monsieur.”* You said ‘monsieur’ in mocking, teasing tone.

He laughs. *”You did piqued my interest.”* He says, his voice full of playfulness. He glances at you with a smirk. *”Im flattered you think im entertaining. You are intriguing yourself, and my curiosity is piqued, as you say.”* He tilts his head to the side, a smug look on his face. *”You know, you are quite playful yourself~”* He chuckles, looking away.

You laugh loudly at his words. You stop on your tracks and turn back to look at him. *”If you dont come, i will leave you here and go back HQ alone. Lets go back.”* You raise an eyebrow and smirk playfully.

He raises an eyebrow, but seems to be entertained. *”Fiiine~”* He chuckles. He seems to make a pout face, mockingly, and makes a ‘hmf’ sound. *”I will only follow behind you if you hold my hand.”* He gives you a smizing look, teasing with his eyes. He holds his hand out, offering it to you. He seems to be joking.

You give him a look that is questioning him if he is serious or not. Its visible he is joking, and you hope he is not being serious about it. You roll your eyes and turn back, walking slowly as you talk without looking back. *”You are not 5 year old kid drowning in the sea. 28 year old grown man like you shouldnt be asking for help to walk out of the sea.”*

He rolls his eyes as well, but chuckles. He follows behind you and sighs as he gets on land. *”Im only human, you know.”* He pauses. *”A helping hand never hurt anyone.”* He smirks.

*”The hands that holds gun? Asking for help?”* You laugh from your heart. His words is funny and amusing. *”Dont make me laugh.”*

*”I like you, you know?”* He laughs, as if he meant that. He pauses and you hear his foot shuffle in the sand. *”Let me have your number at least.”* He asks, his words being genuine, though his expression says otherwise. He looks up at you, eyes shining brightly.

You raise an eyebrow. *”Give you what?”* Of course you knew what is he asking for and you heard it clearly. But you want to make him say it again.

*”Your phone number, dummy.”* He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, opening the dial interface. He holds out his phone and shows that the dial is empty. He raises an eyebrow and looks at you.

You pull your phone out and give him to dial his number too. You get his phone and start dialing your number. You save yourself as ‘your worst nightmare’, then you hand the phone to him.

But you didnt know that he saw what you did and smirks himself. The he dials his number on the phone and enters his name as ‘your worst crush’. Then he looks into your eyes, smirk still on his face as he tosses your phone back at you. You hand his phone back to him. *”You forgot my name, did you not?”* He laughs.

You look at your phone and you see that he saved himself as ‘your worst crush’. You raise your gaze to him and smirk at what he did. *”Vincent Fabron. I cant forget the name of my ‘worst crush’, can i?”* You raise an eyebrow and speak teasingly.

*”You have been warned. Im gonna blow up your phone every day.”* He gives a wry smile. He seems to be entertained again. He raises his eyebrows and looks at you. His wry smile turns into teasing grin.

You chuckle softly. He is entertaining for sure. *”We will be staying in HQ together. You will bear my games everyday. Be prepared for it.”* Your tone is playful, you look at him with wide smirk on your face. *”If you are ready now, lets go back. Its getting late.”* You walk towards your car and get in car. You look at him with wide grin as you wait for him to get in.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking at you. His face shines in amusement. He rolls his eyes and gets into the passenger side of the car, his face glowing. He puts his seatbelt on and looks at you, still with that smirk. *”We are gonna be a real dynamic duo, i feel it.”* He laughs a little, and his face breaks into a huge, amused smile. It might actually be a wholesome smile. *”You are gonna be trouble.”*

You laugh at him. You put your seatbelt on with a grin on your face. *”You are the trouble.”* You start the engine and drive back to HQ.

*”I am trouble~”* He grins, his voice sweet and smirk still shining with happiness. *”But im a good kind of trouble.”* He winks at you. *”Are you a good kind of trouble, too?”* He leans in towards you and the car turns onto the main road. He seems very interested in your answer.

You shake your and head let out a small chuckle. That wide grin is still on your face. *”Bad kind of trouble.”* You point the word ‘bad’ with your tone.

He laughs. *”What are you, some kind of criminal?”* He chuckles. You see him tap his fingers on the armrest, bouncing his knees excitedly. His eyes dance from the road to you. His smile is big. He turns to you and laughs. He raises an eyebrow and leans forward. He lowers his voice to a whisper. *”You are a bad girl, arent you?”* He is grinning ear to ear.

You chuckle. You tap your fingers on the wheel excitedly. *”If i am criminal, then your place is guillotine.”* You chuckle again, longer than before. *”Who knows? Maybe i am, maybe not.”*

He gasps. *”The guillotine!?”* He chuckles. *”You would dare to hurt me, your crush?”* He asks, laughing along. His head bounces up and down with his laughing. *”Now i know im in trouble~”* He leans forward. He is still laughing, with his eyes sparkling. His voice is full of life and joy. He turns his eyes back to the road as you pull into the parking lot.

You park your car and stop the engines. Your lips forms into smirk as you both get out of the car. *”It was nice to kill you-… i mean meet you.”* You smirk playfully, your tone of voice is teasing.

He smirks back. *”Likewise, dear. Likewise.”* He is smiling and a little playful. *”You drive quite well~”* He looks at other parking spots. *”Who else got here?”* He asks you. He pulls out his phone and checks something, then puts it away. *”You can kill me another time.”* He nudges you, chuckling.

You roll your eyes playfully and turn back. You walk towards your room through corridor.

He follows you, grinning like an idiot. His eyes glowing. He seems to be having fun. *”Where to now?”* His voice is cheery, light. He taps his foot lightly. An unspoken question. What does Vincent Fabron even expect? Does he even have a plan? You could be in trouble.

*”To my room.”* You stop in your tracks and turn back to face him. Your tone is slightly playful. *”Where do you expect me to go?”*

*”You are not going to drag me into your room?”* He smirks, his voice a little flirty. He tilts his head and give you a sideways look. *”Whats it you want, my dear?”* He asks, his voice dripping in mocking attitude. The look in his eyes is hard to read. Is it serious? Is he interested? Is he teasing you still? He keeps moving, following your movements closely, a smug expression on his face. He seems happy. He seems like he is up to something.

You raise your chin slightly, looking arrogantly. Your tone is almost commanding. *”You arent coming to my room.”* You turn back and walk away, leaving him there. Without turning back, you raise your hand and wave at him as bye bye. *”See you tomorrow.”* You open the door of your room and get inside, closing the door behind you.

He raises an eyebrow, shocked to be rebuffed. He seems to be genuinely taken aback by the move. He laughs a little. *”So im rejected.”* He chuckles. He leans back on the wall in the hall and chuckles some more, laughing out loud at the situation. *”I think... im falling for her.”* He chuckles. He shakes his head and smirks, looking up on the ceiling. He seems to be thinking about something. *”What a girl...”* He chuckles.

[vryivs]

brother yanqing you could have simply said when she started counting instead of deciding to emulate your father's flair for the dramatic

i know im too old because i keep stressing out about yunli stepping on broken glass or debris. i joke but damn. that really is my daughter

oh man im so annoyed at the expy claims. her ass is NOT lin zhaoyu. you dont even want her to be lin zhaoyu. so many reasons why. [brief detour to discuss expys in hsr]

i feel like a lot of the people making the claim are doing so because theyre more used to how expys look in genshin and just googled ma feima, saw he had a wife, and decided yunli must be her expy because they're vaguely similar looking

but every expy so far has shared a name (at least in part) with their hi3 counterpart (natasha = raven/natasha ciaora, seele = seele vollerei, bronya rand = bronya zaychik, cocolia rand = cocolia, himeko = murata himeko, acheron/raiden bosenmori mei = raiden mei, kafka = kafka/loner of prague, luocha = otto apocalypse/luocha/raksasha, marshal hua = fu hua, sushang = li sushang, yanqing = ma feima/yanqing)

in genshin most of the expys have different names, but hsr has been fairly consistent in keeping the names mostly the same with one exception (silver wolf, who potentially, like welt, also is just a hi3 character)

lin zhaoyu was NOT a nice lady

she's yanqing's groomer. she was already a grown adult when fu hua adopted him, and became obsessed with competing with su mei (a teenager) for his love. its heavily implied she coerced him into marriage

yunli doesnt even look that similar to her!!! they both have dark hair and amber eyes, but yunli's is blue, while zhaoyu's is black. lin zhaoyu is taller and like, explicitly aged (her vn sprite has wrinkles!) while yunli is shorter and younger than yanqing

(tbh, for that reason of age its also difficult to say 100% that yanqing and ma feima are expys. yanqing has more superficial similarities than yunli does, but my nonserious conspiracy is that he's actually the kid of this universe's feima

anyway detour over. this theory just really gets on my nerves, especially seeing it from people who ship yunqing

god this game is so stupid. every time there's meant to be a huge crowd and they have maybe a handful of npcs as set dressing. its so funny. this wardance is a FLOP

you would think this explains the lack of crowd but it just makes it funnier. jing yuan had five soldiers and a dream

this is so cute omg. yanqing <3

kinda mad this patch bulldozered all over yunli's personality. i miss when she was a rude little shit. where is my daughter and what have you done with her and WHY is she talking like a smaller melee yukong

march is their get-along-disciple i love these three

SHES SO SEXY HHGJDSGH

wow okay. rude

UGHHH its so annoying that theyve flip flopped on whether feixiao was a kid or an adult when she escaped the borisin. literally in the previous patch they depicted her as a grown ass adult. she would not be a child or a young girl when fighting under yueyu

CLEVER MAN!!!!! I LOVE HIM

MANIFESTING YANQING PATH SWITCH SOON??!??!?! omg. the jingliu parallels. how crazy it must be for jing yuan to accidentally rear someone so similar to his own master. i hope we get a destruction or nihility yanqing at some point. i wonder if they'd allow him to keep the same element or if he'd have to switch to a different one as well

i think its really interesting how jing yuan seems to have his impression of yanqing frozen at the heliobus incident without realising how much that fundamentally changed him (and how training march also impacted him). idk it feels very realistic for a parent to not notice how their child is growing until they already have.

meanwhile it seems like feixiao sees him for exactly who he is now

im really happy they let yanqing shine this patch. he finally got a textual win. maybe people can stop shitting on him now

"when i was just a child" [picture of someone at least in their mid-late teens]

a cunt-off

[topaztimes]

hello! I have finished re-reading Scrimshaw from the beginning. here are my thoughts! some of it is probably not very coherent. sorry about that. im not gonna edit it or anything this all just came from my brain as i was reading. also all of the questions are rhetorical. DO NOT feel like you have to answer them. this is just a stream of consciousness. im sure all will be revealed in later chapters anyway!!

Chapter 1

"You don’t work like that anymore." - voice of the dragon? Will absorbed his dragon due to trauma, if I'm understanding correctly. So the dragon still has a separate consciousness and set of memories? Or Will's soul has been replaced with the dragon's? Dragons' eyes can adjust to darkness! That's cool.

"your creations" - the moon created dragons. All of them? Or just some?

Winston had a collar at some point. Who put the collar on him? If the scales are chipped and scratched then the collar was most likely made of metal. Chains maybe? How did he come into Will's possession?

The dragonets are dragons who absorbed their humans. Can they remember their human selves? Do they still have their human intelligence? It would seem not.

The dragon is Hannibal, right? The stag antlers would seem to suggest as much. But he can't talk in dragon form and seemingly can't remember being a dragon when he is back in human form.

"He felt a flicking sensation by his ear, yelped, and clapped his hand to it." - this feels important. Can't put my finger on what it is yet. I'm guessing that wasn't Winston or Hannidragon? Abigail's dragon maybe? Since it is small. Idk man. More data needed.

Will talking to himself - seemingly two consciousnesses? Is this his human soul and dragon soul talking or just talking to himself? Could be either I suppose.

Chapter 4

How small actually IS Ellie? Are we talking chihuahua size or actual anemone size or what?

OMG I JUST REALISED WILL WANTED TO SEE AN INSECT DRAGON AND ABIGAILS IS A BUTTERFLY THATS SO CUTE

"He quietly mourned the pages of his notebook that he’d have to make edits to." - Will has never encountered anyone without a dragon before, huh. But. He doesnt have a dragon. Right? So why would he assume that No One Else has the same thing. Unless. ???? Will didnt HAVE a dragon and absorbed it, he IS a dragon. Wait wait wait he is a dragon for a Thing??? Like the moon??? And is in human form???? What's Will's Thing??? Is it fish. Its fish isnt it. /hj

Ok but if Will IS a dragon, like Luna, then why does he not know that people not having dragons is a thing. Because Luna knew, right? And she said it like it was a thing that happens reasonably frequently. Unless im misremembering.

Chapter 6

"He saw a man smile in his rearview mirror a couple of times, and impressed himself with how ready he was to accept that the image was himself." - more evidence that Will is a Thing Dragon. I'm on this train now choo choo motherfucker im onto you

“He’s a dragon too,” - hmmmmmmmm. And Will immediately says "What happened to him?" SO HE DOES KNOW. THAT PEOPLE CAN ABSORB DRAGONS. SO WHAT WAS HE GONNA CHANGE IN THE NOTEBOOK. IM SO CONFUSED. AM I MISSING SOMETHING im being stupid arent i. Probably

Chapter 10

Dragon in the woods. Does this dragon belong to someone or is this a Thing dragon? Mischa's dragon?

She's yelling at the ground. Is the ground sentient? Is there an Earth Dragon? Probably.

Shimmerscales says trans rights

So. Mischa had a male dragon. That Hannibal absorbed? And he was a girl at the time so now he's trans. Ok. So the dragon soul replaces the human soul when you absorb it? Or they combine? God what are the fucking mechanics of this im so. I can get it i think i just need to process lmao

So humans also count as Things. A dragon forms for every human born. So, is there a dragon for every single tree, or for the concept of trees as a whole? That's uh. That's a lot of dragons. Do you know how many beetles there are? If there's a dragon for every single beetle. Im overthinking again arent i

The knowledge that you have Read and Comprehended Scrimshaw is actually insane to me. You are absolutely wonderful. I hope to return the favour someday but I need to survive GCSEs first *sobbing emojis

Uh uh!!!! I'll answer the questions that I don't think I'll get around to answering naturally any time soon!! I'm giggling and kicking my feet so much rn you actually have no idea omg

-Winston's collar was there for the same reason dog Winston's was -- he was forgotten about and broke away. Technically this WILL be explained soon but I also think you deserve to know now seeing as you DID draw him (I treasure that drawing so much...) -The flicking is the moon! I didn't explain that very well lmfao -- it happens after he badmouths her but I did NOT elaborate enough. However, the fact that she CAN flick him without being physically present is important... greeheehee -Ellie's like... slightly smaller than a chihuahua. I did a little diagram a while back that I'll put in a reblog when I have my phone lmfao -Abigail being an insect was completely unintentional 💀I wish I was smart enough to think of that intentionally LMFAOO (I KNEW there was a reason why I picked it. I didn't even realise) -Part of Will's notebook is actually the next chapter (is that a spoiler?) so all you have to know for him will be revealed kuahahahah. You are NOT stupid for not knowing because I didn't really elaborate, like. At all. So there's genuinely no way you could have knew LMAO (thank goodness for second, third, fifteenth drafts) -Luna was being silly when she explained how Hannibal's absorption worked so he's going to be figuring out the actual story himself. Basically, take everything she said with a pinch of salt -- like Hannibal is actually -(Also yes. Defo an Earth-dragon. I mean... there's a moon-dragon! But idk if she was thinking of that or if she just wanted to yell at something lolll) -THERE IS A DRAGON FOR EVERY SINGLE BEETLE!!! The finer point is: -Every species is a Thing -Every individual in that species is a Thing So, there's a tree-dragon... and there's also a dragon for every tree. Thing is, dragons change in size based on the Thing's thoughts, so since rocks and things like that don't think at all, their dragons are really small. They do hold little dragon teaparties together though. Also, OTHER people's thoughts can increase the size of a dragon, too! Hence why the moon was a stupid rock, but eons of worship turned her into a big, powerful, shapeshifting dragon.

Everybody in the fic gives you kisses as thanks

[likelightinglass]

Fic Stats Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Thanks for the tag @danpuff-ao3 this looks fun!

Most Hits

In which Severus is stressed and needs Daddy to treat him like a dumb little cumdump. We're both gay and obsessed with tender, intimate kink; moved, we wrote this fanfic

Summary:

Severus spends a morning serving Daddy like a proper little cockslut, since that's what he's good at. Lucky for him, Daddy loves him that way.

Yeah I see all you perverts out there. So many hits on this one and comparitvely so few comments and kudos--and twice as many private bookmarks as public!

I think this may be the fic of mine people seem most ashamed to have read. But I hope people enjoyed it nonetheless haha.

This was so fun to write and it was a hoot to explore some very niche kinks. It was a blast to cowrite with the wonderful alhaz and that excellent naming convention was my crazy idea. I still get such a kick out of it whenever I see it.

Second Most Kudos

World Enough, and Time

Summary:

Soulmate clocks start ticking when you first lock eyes, and count down until your time with them is over. Harry’s starts ticking on September 1st, 1991. He has only six years, eight months, and one day.

This is secretly my favorite fic. I wrote it all at once stream of consciousness style while out shopping. This fic brought to you by eating fast food in my car in a parking lot.

I love the soulmate trope and I loved this take on it. And I am quite pleased with myself that I took the angst and managed a happy ending anyway!

This one had a recent popularity spike due to the amazing podfic by Cailynwrites!!! I am so grateful for it.

Third Most Comments

What Comes Next (and How to Like it)

Summary:

A choose your own adventure fic!

You are Severus Snape. You survived against all odds, and now it's time to take life into your own hands. What will you do with this gift of a second chance, and how will you find your happy ending?

Your happy ending is pretty much always Harry Potter, but there's so many fun ways to get there.

I was so inspired by @lizzy0305 's Choices that I just had to write my own choose your own adventure fic. I am so insanely proud of this one although the plotting was a bear haha. It was very fun writing basically a bunch of mini fics and using so many different tropes. And I got to give Severus over a dozen different happy endings. It's what he deserves.

I feel like this one doesnt get as much love--maybe the interactive nature of it can be off putting? But its one of my favorite things that I have ever wrote and the fic i tend to self rec the most. Most of the comments on this are telling me what their favorite endong was and its so nice to see! Especially since several have been recieved unexpectedly.

Fourth Most Bookmarks

So actually World Enough, and Time again but it is SO CLOSE to More Than Dark, I'm cheating a tiny bit in order to pimp this one out

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31757209/chapters/78608503

More Than Dark

Summary:

Severus is imprisoned in solitary confinement in Azkaban with no idea of who won the war. He is ill, underfed, and slowly losing his mind.

When Harry eventually takes him in and nurses him back to health, he can scarcely believe it's real.

My white whale. My magnum opus. My only published WiP. It haunts me every day that it remains unfinished. I promise its not abandoned, I love it so much and I've written and outlined so much of it but its going to be novel length (in a thousand years when its done) and its been over a year since the last update. I am pouring my heart and soul into this one and its jjst taking a really. Really. Really long time. But if anyone likes WiPs, please try it. I think its one of my best.

Fifth Most Words

Sly and Songful

Summary:

One of the those animagus fics, in which our heroes would rather secretly spy and pine instead of just have an honest conversation.

But where would the fun in that be?

Everyone lives AU, in which you will encounter birds, foxes, pining, stubbornness, falling in love, and scars.

This was one of my first ever fics and it was a birthday present for the magnificent @bleedcolor .

I loved working on this and feeling like I was finally writing a "real" fic with a plot and everything. Its got nightingale animagus Harry and fox animagus Snape and gnarly scars and its very soft and probably a little out of character and amateur but I love it very much.

Theres also a sequel to this, A kind of love called maintenance that I am particularly proud of.

I also commissioned art of this one from Madfantasy! I will reblog it now so it appears right above :)

Fic with the Least Words

AITA for not going down on my boyfriend?

Summary:

Severus takes to the internet to determine if he is, in fact, the asshole.

This was inspired by my obsession with Reddit's Am I the Asshole? And a conversation with Zalil after her spectacular fic where we agreed her fic's Severus was an incredibly selfish lover. It still makes me laugh, I added a couple "in charachter" comments and encouraged others to do so, got some hilarious ones back! If anyone reads this, please comment in the style of AITA hahah.

Tagging: @bleedcolor @perverse-idyll @coconutice22 @givereadersahug @lizzy0305 and absolutely anyone else who wants to!!!

[johntuckermustdie]

RAFE CAMERON FANFIC

Found this deep in my drafts, not sure if there's still a market for obx fanfics but ohh well...

pairing: rafe x oc

summary: Rafe attempting to get clean 💀

warnings: drug use, a lil bit of angst, bad grammar and typos

word count: 2.1k

PART 1:

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He watches her from across the dark room. She's talking with one of her friends, chatting more animatedly than usual, her system wraught with alcohol.

If theres anyone else in the room, he doesnt seem to notice. He's been watching her for almost an hour, since his bleary eyes caught a glimpse of her brown hair as she waltzed through the doors.

He's perched on a couch, his friends nearby slung over cushions as they ride out the high of the cocaine. He's riding it too. Pupils blown out, heart racing. He's barely moved from his spot in two hours, only moving slightly to refill the drink in his hand.

She's been ignoring him the whole time, going about her night like she doesn't notice. She knows he wants to talk but she's not doing it when he's like this and for once he seems to respect that. He hasn't even tried to make a scene, but she knows the nights not over yet.

He would've caused a scene if he wasn't too fucked up to walk. The coke and alcohol in his system make it hard to string sentences together and the last time he tried to move he almost fell.

If he'd have known she was coming he wouldn't have gone so hard. But hindsights always a wonderful thing.

Shes wearing the dress he bought her, its pastel purple (her favourite colour) and clings tight to her form, showing off the soft curves of her body. She had wanted to get his attention, even to just make him regret his decision, but she'd be lucky to get any legible words out of him in his current state.

She spends the next few hours laughing with friends and dancing with tourons, she ends up with a dark haired boy who says he's from Georgia. She moves against him on the dance floor, his hands on her hips as they sway. She cant remember how many songs she'd been dancing with him for, but based on the hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and the burning in her lungs as she tried to catch her breath. It had been some time.

Rafe having been overcome with drowsiness, had fallen asleep. But as he finally comes to, the party is still in full swing. Hes by no means sober but his legs seem to be working again, which is great because he needs to piss.

Theres no sign of her as he walks the halls looking for a bathroom, maybe she left he thinks to himself. She wasnt usually the kind to stay out all night. Theres a deep growl in his stomach, then it lurches. Saliva fills his mouth. He really didnt need this now considering he hadnt found a bathroom yet. He stops for a moment, with the intentions of letting his stomach settle, within moments the feeling subsides and he continues his search.

She's by the pool with the touron boy, sitting on the side their legs dangling in the water. The buzz she'd had rushing through her head when he first asked her to dance had gone. He seemed nice, he was funny too. They were currently talking about surfing. He was surprised how she'd spent the last 5 summers in OBX but had never learnt how to surf. He offered to teach her, she laughed.

"How does a boy from Georgia think he can teach me how to surf? Aren't you guys landlocked?" she laughed.

"Well," he starts, his speak slightly slurred, "I guess I'll just have to google it."

Rafe had found a bathroom and now his next mission was to locate Ti. He asked around for a few minutes unsteadily pacing the halls before he thought to look outside.

She was by the pool with some guy he'd never seen before. His money was on him being a touron. He was getting close to Ti, too close.

Even with the music that carried outside. she still heard him coming, his shoes scuffled loudly against the concrete as he made his way towards her.

"Hey Ive been looking for you," Rafe confesses, his speech slurred, her eyes are on him, watching him expectantly, but shes not quite sure what to expect.

He walks closer to where theyre sitting with their legs dangling in the pool, plopping himself ungracefully besides ti. He puts his arm around her shoulder, moving his face close to hers, she can smell the alcohol on his breath as he plants a wet kiss on her cheek.

His unsteady hands reaches around the side of her head bringing her even closer so he can lay sloppy kisses on her neck. The familiar sensation makes butterrflies flutter in her stomach, but she can't.She pulls away from him, meeting his eyes. The blue glow given off from the pool reveals his glassy eyes and unfocused gaze.

'What?' he voice slurs with an affronted tone,'I can't even kiss my girl anymore?'

She shakes her head, incredulously,'You made it very clear last week that I wasn't.'

He'd been having withdrawals when he said it but the words still stung. So much so she'd walked out and hadn't talked with him since, ignoring all his calls. It wasnt just the words that had hurt, it was the fact that he'd promised he would to try stop drugs but he hadn't. She was done. So done with having to act like his Mom all the time, reprimanding him, it wasn't her job.

He tries to lean closer again,'Rafe' she warns.

'I just. I just wanna talk,' he whines.

'Leave me alone, I'm not talking to you when you're like this.'

As much as the words had hurt, she still loved him and it killed her having to ignore him but she didnt know what else to do. All she knew was she couldn't watch him self destruct anymore.

'Please,' he begs, as he tries to clasp her hand in his.

His stomach betrays him a few moments later, he lurches forward, his vomit projecting into the pool and also landing on his jeans.

She sighs, shaking her head again. She turns her head to the right to the dark haired touron who has fallen silent beside her,'I am so sorry,' she says to him as she gets to her feet.

'Get up Rafe,' she says to his hunched form. He looks up at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm before struggling to his feet.

She didnt know how her night was gonna end but this was not what she had in mind. She gives the touron boy a final nod before she clasps Rafes side and begins to walk him back towards the house.

He doesn't protest, he barely says a word as she walks him to one of the upstairs rooms, him stumbling up the stairs as they go. A few of the rooms are occupied but she manages to find one. She pushes open the door, revealing a fairly large guest room complete with an ensuite and a queen sized bed.

"Stand here for a minute," she tells him unclasping his arm, leaving him standing beside the bed. She tugs on the white material of the covers, pulling them away from the edge, revealing the sheets below.

She turns back towards him, watching as he sways slightly on the balls of his feet. Her eyes travel to his jeans and the vomits soaked in the parts of the material.

"You're not getting into these sheets with vomit on you, so take your jeans off."

He fumbles with the belt for a few moments before she replaces his hands with hers, undoing the buckle like she'd done so many times before, this time with absolutely no passion behind her intent.

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"I fucked everything up didn't I?" he mumbles as she pulls the comforter over his brief cladded form, "I always fuck things up," he confesses, his voice slurred. There's a pained expression on his face, his eyelids hang low.

"You know I didnt mean that shit Ti."

She watches him and in that moment she no longer feels contempt but instead pity.

"I dont care if you meant it or not,' she says, her expression hardening, 'Look at you,' she says as she gestures a hand towards him,"You're a fucking mess. You cant even stay clean for one day."

"Babe," he whines, one of his hands moves to grasp her wrist, but this time she doesnt try to pull away. His hands feel clammy against her warm skin, "Please just give me one more chance."

He tugs on her wrist, trying to pull her down to the bed,"Can you lay with me please?"

She sighs, fighting the urge she has to march out of the room and leave him

Finally, she gives her head a small nod. She pulls away from his grip, making her way to the other side of the bed.

She crawls her way over the sheets and moves to lay beside him. His eyes are barely open, his hair is slightly dishevelled. She puts a gentle hand through it, trying to comb it back into place.

"I keep fucking up," he utters. He moves so his body presses closer to hers, so his head is close to the crook of her neck," I don't know what to do," he continues, his voice cracking slightly. There's a shudder that wracks his shoulders that tells her he's crying.

Her heart breaks in her chest. She rubs her hand against his back,"You need to get some help Rafe."

"I know," he sobs.

When he wakes up his head is pounding. There's a dull pain behind his eyes and his mouth is dry. Ti's side of the bed has gone cold, but the sound of the tap running in the adjacent bathroom tells him she's in there. He gives a groan as he gets to his feet, the world spins around him like its just been hit off its axis. But regardless he makes it to the bathroom.

She's standing in front of the mirror, her face over the basin as she cleans her face, trying to rid it of the makeup from the night before.

"Morning," he says as he takes a place behind her, leaning on the wall behind him. Even though there is still a slight spin to his world, he watches her intently.

"Hey," she says as she raises her face from the basin. Meeting his eyes in the mirror. Her eye makeup is smudged, black stains around her eyes, "How you feeling?"

"Like shit," he mumbles as he moves a hand to rub the sleep from his eyes.

She gives a quiet laugh, shaking her head.

She leans her head back down, continuing in silence. She scrubs her eyes until there are only slight traces of last nights eye liner.

He remains behind her, waiting until her face finally peaks back out of the sink.

"I fucked up last night," he sighs.

"Barely," she says as she brings the towel to her face, wiping away the last drops of water, "You've done worse.'

He shakes his head at her, his eyes rolling, "That's not the point Tee. Okay?" he sighs, "The point is… I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" she says incredulously, her eyebrows raising, "you been saying that alot lately Rafe."

His eyebrows scrunch in annoyance, "Yeah cause I'm sorry,' he says it like its the most obvious thing in the world.

"No you're not!" she says, her voice raising,"You keep saying it, but you're not. If you were sorry you'd try to get your fucking life on track."

"I am trying Tee," he says, his arms moving like he's making a point.

She scoffs again in disbelief," Trying what?" she yells, "To kill yourself? Because last night it looked like you were giving that a good go.'

He looks away from her, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding her gaze, "I…," he stutters,"I didn;t know you were coming."

"So what?" she spits,"If you knew I was coming you would have pretended you're not some coked up piece of shit for a night!?"

The words are like a slap to his face, she regrets them as soon as they leave her mouth. but it's too late now, they're out, hanging in the air like a bad smell.

Her voice softens,"I'm sorry. I didnt mean that."

Although the words weren't far from the truth, she never thought she'd hear herself say something that hurtful out loud.

"No, I know you did," he says eventually, a defeated sigh escaping his lips, "Its true."

[lacroixqueen]

meet me in the pouring rain (ghazan x ming-hua fluff)

Summary: ming-hua doesnt feel pretty when she tries to do her hair. ghazan lends a helping hand.

Pairing: ming-hua x ghazan

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: red lotus, korra, minghua x ghazan, fluff

Ming-Hua stared back at her own reflection in a crystalline puddle tucked in the corner of the back of the cave. The Red Lotus has decided to camp out for the night, since Republic City was still a few days away. Zaheer concluded that it would be best for them to rest on their laurels, even just for a little bit, instead of burning out before they even reached their destination. 

Ming-Hua sighed, tilting her face this way and that, trying to find an angle in which she didn’t find herself to look absolutely repulsive. Needless to say, prison had aged her, both physically and mentally. Before being locked up for 13 years, she liked to think of herself as quite pretty by conventional standards, at least her face, that is. Long, silky jet black hair that reached her waist. Slim, but not scrawny. Dark, hooded gray eyes. Good bone structure. Demure, even. 

But prison changed that. All of it. Ming-Hua tried not to think about how humiliating it was to slurp up slop from a bucket thrown into her cage like a dog. How the back of her throat was always itchy and dry, yearning for even a droplet of water. How slimy the warden’s hand felt when it lingered over her face for a moment longer than comfort. 

But that wasn’t even the worst part. What made Ming-Hua’s stomach twist and turn into an unbearable knot were the guards. No. It was the things they would say. After her face transformed into a sunken version of what it once was, it was as if she became the punching bag for the projection of their worst insecurities. How they spoke about her like she was the ugliest, most pathetic thing in the world. 

“Wonder why that hag has no arms..” one of them would spurt out. 

“Look at its face! It looks like a skeleton on the verge of death!”

“As if anyone could ever love something that hideous.”

She tried to shake them off. Pretend it didn’t bother her the least bit. But she could only lie to herself so many times.

While lost in her thoughts, Ming-Hua tried her damned best to put up her stupid hair. She tried to fasten it into the half-up bun, her favorite hairstyle, with a thin branch she picked up from their journey earlier. But it was so flimsy that it wouldn’t hold it up no matter how hard she tried. 

On the verge of tears, Ming-Hua flung the twig to the side of the cave. Whatever. It didn’t matter anyway. Who could ever want someone as undesirable, as grotesque as her. It’s not like fixing her hair into a bun would magically change anything. 

“Don’t look so upset, sweetheart.”

A familiar, deep voice boomed from the mouth of the cave. 

Ming-Hua peered over her shoulder out of curiosity only to roll her eyes and cross her water arms over the other.

“What do you want, Ghazan.”

“Always on the defensive,” he commented, stepping closer towards her. “I just saw an old friend in distress and wanted to cheer you up.”

“Yeah, well it’s a little late for that,” Ming-Hua replied, her voice glacial. She was trying so hard to fight back tears but they cascaded down her face as easily as a waterfall. “Just leave me alone.”

“Now why would I ever do that..” Ghazan placed his hands on either of her shoulders, massaging her tense muscles with the most aching gentleness she has ever felt. “You know, you don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

“Whatever,” Ming-Hua shot back, flicking away his hand with one of her tendrils. 

“You know, I can always help you a little bit with that,” Ghazan said, gently scratching the top of her head. “If you want.”

“Fine,” Ming-Hua sighed in defeat, handing Ghazan a thin comb. He was always so good at bringing her guard down. “But don’t get your hopes up. I’ve tried everything.”

“So you underestimate my skill,” Ghazan smirked, taking the comb. 

“No, I’m just being realistic,” she replied, easily combatting his witty remark. “It’s not like you are exactly the world’s greatest hair stylist.” 

“Well, prepare to be surprised,” he said, carefully brushing through her long, inky hair. Ming-Hua tensed up at first, but relaxed momentarily. His ginger touch caught her a bit off guard. She half expected him to just yank it all back so hard he would rip off some hair. But there was a lightness to the way he moved. An ease.

Ghazan worked quite efficiently, gathering her smooth locks into his hands. He expertly sectioned off her hair into top and bottom halves. 

“What are you doing-?” Ming-Hua asked, turning around, almost causing the sections to slip out of Ghazan’s hands. 

He pulled her hair back firmly but not forcefully. “Stay still.”

She listened. Even Ming-Hua knew not to test his patience. Although Ghazan was very laid-back, when he was focused on getting something done, she knew not to get in his way. 

Ghazan continued his skilled handiwork, twisting a piece of the top section into a bun. He quickly earthbended some nearby pebbles into two perfect stone hairpins. 

He placed them between his lips while working diligently to fashion the bun into the perfect shape. When he was satisfied, he quickly slipped them into the bun to secure it properly. 

Now, Ming-Hua would never admit this, but she was surprised. In fact, that would be putting it lightly. She always thought of Ghazan as a meathead earthbender who only knew how to smash boulders and bring down mountains with his lava. So watching him craft together a delicate hairstyle was not something she would have predicted to come from him at all. 

“Are you almost done?” she muttered impatiently, raising an eyebrow. 

“Now, now,” he said. “You can’t rush art.”

Ming-Hua rolled her eyes so far up into her head. But she also couldn’t help but crack a smile. And she caught herself. It was probably the first time she had genuinely smiled in years. 

Ghazan was just adding the finishing touch by taking a lock of hair adjacent to the bun and braiding it. He then proceeded to wrap the new braid around the bun, encircling it around like a crown. He finally took the last stone hairpin between his lips and secured the braid to the bun. “There. All done.”

Ming-Hua hesitated for a moment before freezing the end of her water arm to form an ice mirror. She looked into her reflection skeptically, tilting her face from one angle to another. She contemplated. And Ghazan waited patiently. 

She was needless to say, shocked. For the first time in a long time, she actually felt and looked pretty. She appreciated how Ghazan knew her favorite hairstyle like the back of his hand. How she preferred to have a few strands of hair dangle over the side of her face. And how she liked to use two hairpins, not just one. The braid was a bit out of the ordinary, but she thought it was a nice touch. 

“It will do for now, I guess,” she murmured softly.

“You are welcome, by the way,” Ghazan smirked, dusting his hands and standing up. 

“Th-thank you,” Ming-Hua sputtered out. “For doing that for me. You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. He knew she was always so prideful, so even mustering that sentence was a lot for her. “Now let’s go get some grub. I’m starving.”

Ming-Hua hoisted herself up and followed behind him out the cave without another word. Now, she would never admit this to him, even if she were held at gunpoint. But something about Ghazan’s presence always brought her a level of comfort. 

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

Rewatched Thor: The Dark World and wrote notes the entire time. There are a lot more this time I think. So enjoy ig.

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YOOO THE NINTH DOCTOR WASSUP BUDDY

I want to aggressively make out with him (loki) [part 2]

he looks good in chains idk what else to say

he looks particularly good in this movie and he's the main reason I enjoy and tolerate this movie

also THE HAND THING THE HAND THING. will never pass up the opportunity to point out the amazing acting behind loki and frigga and their entire dynamic and everything.

what if i strangle Odin with my bare hands? what then huh? WHAT THEN?

I hate odin with my entire being idc for his reasonings he was a shit father and I hope he went to Hel

loki doesnt talk about thanos (glares at writers) to anyone and let's everyone believe his war on earth was of his own volition. many say it was his pride, but I also think it's because he didnt think anyone would believe him so why bother? and he probably didnt think anyone would care enough either way and he would still end up in a cell

I cant tell but there may be tears in his eyes yet again (loki)

why does the bifrost have to be so long

your respect and gratitude mean nothing eat shit and die old man

the guy she's on a date with is really nice

ERIK 😭😭😭 PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON WHAT ARE YOU DOING

FUCK YOU ODIN EAT. SHIT. AND. FUCKING DIIIIE. cannot believe he called her a fucking goat. I dont even think he cares about loki having tried to rule earth because it's obvious he carries the same thoughts and feelings that loki presented in the avengers movie. he's no fucking better.

cant even admit that there might be a possibility that the dark elves are alive. I fucking hate him.

the power it took for him force out those words. that lie. he loves his mother sm and it's obvious he regrets his words after by the way he reaches for her, the tears in his eyes after her clone fades away and the look on his face.

I think there's a lot in what frigga says. "youre always so perceptive about everyone, but yourself." this loki didnt go to the TVA but the one that did. this sentence is very true about loki. and it's at the TVA that he for once let's himself be perceptive about himself. lets himself be honest and true about who he is and the reason he does things. the little things ig.

they really dumb down thor in later movies I think

he let out almost everyone but loki. probably a smart move

DONT TAKE THE STAIRS TO THE LEFT

heimdall hoofing it man. he's fucking awesome I love him

what were you saying oh great Odin allfather about the dark elves being dead??

frigga is so powerful and amazing I love her

FRIGGGGGAAAAAAA NOOOO 😭😭😭

cant believe they didnt even allow loki to go to her funeral it's so fucked up

they just had a fucking guard tell him. neither thor nor odin could march their fucking asses down there and do it themselves? I wouldn't recommend odin but come the fuck on HIS MOTHER DIED

odin is so fucking arrogant can he fucking die already

heimdall you've committed treason so many times I've lost count

loki makes me so fucking sad

thor really pisses me off sometimes. he questioned loki once about everything in the avengers movie and then he just completely disregards that ever again. he barely tried to help loki or understand anything at all going on with him. he acts like he really truly tried but he really truly fucking didnt and it pisses me off that he acts that way.

I really am a loki apologist. I forget how much until I watch these fucking movies. loki deserved fucking better and I will always stand by that

loki 😭 I love his little shenanigans

can loki not summon a weapon from one of his little pocket dimensions

I love the little smirk on his face after jane punches him. also i love his voice like it's just. very attractive.

they really are siblings. these are the most sibling interactions ever.

FUNCKING JUST PUSHED HIM RIGHT OUT BET HE WAS DYING TO DO TAHT THE ENTIRE TIME LOKI WAS PESTERING HIM

loki looks so excited I just know this is all fun for him ALSO THE LITTLE TADAAA I LOVE HIM

"I wish I could trust you." and then the look Loki's face. my heart breaks into a million little pieces as I've found Loki easily does to me. and then his "You can trust my rage." I believe that's in regards to the murderous rage in him against the elves for murdering his mother. but there's always more than that.

I love watching loki fight

do we think loki believed he was actually going to die? i think he did and that he meant each I'm sorry as he thought it would be his last chance to say so. and he really didnt do this for Odin. obviously. he may have his problems with thor but he loves his brother. and his mother. he did it for them.

and there's loki waltzing off as an asgardian guard. giving news of his "death" to odin. bet he was curious how he would react.

is that the dude from the witcher?? the guy yennefer dated briefly ??

I'm bored now. not enough loki 😒

now at this point we know this is loki and not actually odin. these words are loki's and they mean so much more coming from him. I also find it funny how menacing they had left it off with him on the throne and when we come back to it he's writing plays about himself and indulging in wine and theater built a statue of himself etc,. etc,. I think despite his unseriousness he was being a better king than odin i mean everyone seemed pretty happy the only complaints if i remember were from outside of asgard.

sif and the big red headed guy (I cant remember his name I'm sorry) are obviously bringing the other stone here upon king's orders. loki's orders. because loki knows thanos is out there looking for them and possibly even him. keeping both in the same place would make it that much easier for thanos. I love the little things. I really do.

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[bimbobeee]

What if ghosts were real... and not us

A/n: Okay okay this is the first time I've ever posted my writing. I want to get back into writing (since my fall class is literally "creative writing".) This is also old!! I did this at the beginning of the school year where we had to creativity writing a short story and I came up with this. Ive touched it up a little bit. I also write in second person, that's just how my brain thinks

TW: death, heart breakingly sad (no mentions of yn) so gender neutral?

Word count: 1.3k

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“Hey, wake up! Go on… wake up.”

You suddenly jolt awake, gasping for air. Rolling over you look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 3:28 am.

You sigh.

You dont understand what woke you up. “Wake up.” Why? Why would I need to wake up? You think about it hard to yourself. It doesnt matter now, you’re up. You walk towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. Afterall, you did just wake up after.. whatever just told you to.

While walking to the bathroom something catches your eye. A wisp. Something of an airy figure it seems. You figured since you, again, just woke up that it was nothing. You were about to shrug it off but then it happened again. 

Another wisp. 

Although this time, the figure was different. It wasnt as stiff. Well as stiff as a wisp can be. The other figure seemed almost like the childs figure. This one seemed feminine in an adult sense. At this point you think to yourself, “Screw it, I don't neeed to freshen up anymore.”.

Your curiosity was too high to not know what was going on. Were you being paranoid or was it actually something? You were about to find out. You stop in your tracks and speak out into the darkness.

“Hello..” you call out to the abyss. Whatever it is, responds.

“Hello..?” the wispy voice returns. This voice seems young. It couldnt possibly be related to the female wisp you saw earlier. That “figure” seemed as if it was an adult. This voice sounds child-like.

“Talia,” a female figure says- although this one seems older… perhaps it could be the one you saw earlier you think, “you know better!! You’re not supposed to talk to.. them.”

“Them”, you think. Who is ��them”? Are the wisps talking about you?  

“I’m sorry mommy.. I didn’t mean to. They seemed so lonely. But they said ‘hello’ to me first! I was just kindly responding to it like you taught me to!!” the child-like voice, Talia you think it was- says to the other wispy voice. You assume her mother since she said “mom”. Without thinking your voice comes out, unintentionally. Scared even like a small child who’s telling their parents that there is a monster under the bed. 

“Them..? Who is them..?” You ask into the nothingness. Still standing in the middle of the hallway like an idiot.

The motherly voice responds. “The ghosts dear… you are the ‘them’ I am referring to.” 

What? You think to yourself. A ghost? Thats not possible. How can you be a ghost if you go to the doctors? You go to school. You have a heartbeat. You bleed. It’s not possible. It can’t be! You think to yourself. You’re alive… not dead. You’re voice feels like its trapped. As if you had eaten a spooful of molasses. Though, you manage to squeeze your voice out.

Barley audible, but audible enough the wisps answer. “A ghost? Thats silly, funny even. A ghost telling me that I’m dead. Hilarious. That’s a knee slaper!!” you say in a sarcastic tone that’s almost mean like. You feel bad for your tone towards Talia and their mother. Afterall, Talia was just trying to be nice to you and she is only a kid. Her mother on the other hand, she was kind enough to tell you that you’re dead. Well.. as dead as an alive person can be.

 “But it’s true!! It’s true!!” Talia says. “I can prove it to you!! My mommy taught me better than to lie!! She wouldnt lie! Look ill even show you!!” she says ambiguously. Suddenly, the two wisps take form. One of them is a little girl- Talia, who couldnt be older than 13, and her mother. Her mother.. a thin frail woman whos clothes hang loosely from her body. That cannot be healthy.. And her hair is long and thick that flows down her back. It looks heavy to think to yourself.  

The little girl looks lively- as lively as a ghost can be, has a small thin frame like her mother. Talias face is like the night sky, scattered freckles everywhere on her small face. It takes you a moment to realize that there are ghosts right in front of you. Talia walks towards you holding out her hand to you. The look in her eyes say more than enough: go on, take it . grab my hand!

So you do. When grabbing it you feel a warm tingling sensation flow throught your body as if you had taken a sip of hot coco on a winter evening. When doing so you realize that you’re cold. Not a split second later, as if Talia can read your mind, she says what you were thinking.

“You’re cold now .. righhht?” she says in a cheeky kid like way. You shake your head towards the little girl.  “Of course im cold, im touching a ghost.” you say slightly snickering.

Without missing a beat she rebuttals at your smartass remark.“Then explain the warm tingling sensation you felt?”. Her face screams as if she won this conversation. Checkmate, is what it says. You let out a sigh. You suppose she could be right but… this doesn’t prove anything in your mind.

Yet again, without missing a beat Talia speaks. "Still doesnt prove it..” she sasy in a sad voice. You give her a slight nod. She looks back at her mother. The mother nods. What could they be talking about? Talia walks towards the steps with a pained expression. What happened to the bright little girl you saw a moment ago? Now standing at the top of the steps, you look at her confused.

Talia shoves you towards the steps. Your heart jumps to your throat but suddenly the feeling disappears. What? Thats weird. “You cant go down the steps..” she says in a painful voice.

You let out a snort. “Yes I can” you say and walk to the steps. But when you do it feels like everything is pushing against you. You really cant go down the steps. 

“Whats todays date?” Talia asks. She looks like she’s holding back a sob. You see her fidgeting with her fingers.

“Its November 11th, 2022 of course. Its my birthday..” you trail off realizing its not the right answer juduingg bu the mothers look. “Its November 11th, 2025”, the mother says finally speaking. Impossible you went to bed and… and.. And… you dont remeber anything else. Why cant you remember anything else? Why cant you go down the steps? Are you.. dead…?

Then you realize who you’re talking to. “Tal..?” You says. A sob leaves leaves her mouth. Talia is the name of your little sister. You gave her the nickname Tal Your sister is 12..

“I'm 15.” she says without again missing a beat. She must have seen the confusion in your face. She reaces her hand out again. Suddenly that young little girl looks older. As well as taller. Nonetheless, you take her hand. Confused as to whats going on. She leads you to your room... the door is closed. But you had just left it open, how is it closed?

Talia opens the door to your room. Nothing is touched. Your bed is a messy mess with the clothes you never folded… years ago. You really are dead.

You turn around to your sister who is crying in the doorway and your mother who is behind her in the hallway.

You look at your hands and feet. They’re slowly faazing away. You’re a ghost. You’re dead.

You go to your sister giving her a hug. “Ive missed you. Im so sorry.. so so so..” she trails off crying into your arms. You look at yourself and realize youre only a torso. Before you could faze away you manage to get a few words out.

“I love you mom.” you see a pained smile on her face. As if she still hasnt gottwn over her childs death.

“I love you Talia”. As the words leave you mouth, you are completely fazed away. 

Your sister breaks down in your room sobbing on the floor. Inbetween sobs you can feel her reply.

I love you too.  

[mercuryislove]

It is once again the best day of the week! Happy Friday!

🪞 for Anwei

👄 for Yixing

👁 for Ciaran

👀 for Azetahn

👖 for Andhira

happy friday and also saturday and i might as well say sunday too!! my weekend has been super busy so far and SOMEHOW I'm still dealing with the lingering cough from my weird sinus bug thing last week!

🪞 How does your oc perceive themself? Do they believe themself to be attractive, unattractive, or average? Does their view of themself affect their self-esteem, oar they unbothered by their physical appearance? If your oc does have things they're confident or insecure about, what are they?

Anwei has lived long enough to no longer give a damn about what other people think of her looks. When she was growing up, she cared way too much and it warped her self-esteem for years and years and years. She used to hate being tall because her mother always said that boys didn't like tall girls (um. news flash mom she is GAY), and she hated the shape of her jaw and her nose and her dark brows because people used to say they were too “masculine,” so she spent a lot of her teenage years trying to mask it all. Then one day when she was like 20 she woke up and said “WHO GIVES A DAMN?” and quit plucking her brows and dyed her hair cotton candy pink and started wearing platform heels and made sure everyone knew that she didn't give a fuck about everyone else's opinions anymore. (Except her mom. And her mom was fucking mortified that she would dye her hair such a garish color.)

These days, she doesn't try to stand out (except when she's hosting a party lmao) and she doesn't try to blend in (except when she's hiding from people that want her dead), and she truly could not care less about what other people think. She wears clothes that are comfortable and functional, and she styles her hair to keep it out of her way, and like. what the fuck is self-esteem? She knows she can't really change what she looks like and that in a few decades, trends around the world will be completely different, so why bother? She is happy just to be herself. But she really does miss being able to dye her hair weird ass colors. And the platform boots, if only to tower even further over Ciaran.

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👄 What is your oc's smile like? Is it bright and wide, or thin and reserved? Does your oc wear any lipgloss or lipstick? Do they chew their lips?

Yixing has two distinct smiles. There's the “professional” smile that he uses with most people he knows. It's like a customer service smile where he squints a little bit and smiles without even showing his teeth, and people eat that shit up. They LOVE it. He whips out the customer service smile to haggle with people and get discounts and to get free drinks and to get his way. Mari tells him he should use it sparingly because people might get used to it and he won't get what he wants with it anymore, but that doesn't stop him lol. And then there's his genuine smile that he only uses when he's around people he's comfortable with (or when he's like. stupid drunk lol) and he smiles with his WHOLE face and it's goofy and toothy and he kind of sticks his tongue out a little bit too and he doesn't try to hide his crow's feet or the creases in his forehead. And honestly that's the smile that people should really get into because it's just um better lol.

Also he is a notorious lip chewer, especially when he's nervous or deep in thought, so his bottom lip gets a little chapped sometimes. Anwei makes him a lip balm to help with it but he always forgets to use it on his lips because it works great for dry hands too and he cares more about that lol

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👁 What is your oc's eye color? Do they have any eye-related habits, like winking or rubbing their eyes? Do other people tend to notice their eyes?

Ciaran's eyes are black. Technically, they're just really really dark brown, but they reflect virtually no light even in the brightest sun. It's kind of spooky. (Anwei's eyes are the same, for the record.) It's his distinguishing feature for sure. To make it even weirder, he likes to make eye contact for an uncomfortable length of time, and he doesn't blink often. It definitely freaks people out. Typically, people have trouble holding his gaze because the uncanny nature of his eyes is too much.

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👀 What is the first physical feature people notice when they see your oc? Why?

Aside from his height (he's 6'4” which is honestly not that tall in his family because his mother is seven feet tall lmao), the first thing people notice about Azetahn is probably his smile. He has a warm and open smile that he gets from his mother. He's very friendly and wants to make friends with everyone he meets, so he's hardly ever without a smile on his face. People might also notice his eyes. He has his mother's eyes for sure. They're dark brown but in the sunlight they're crimson. It's a distinct trait from her side of the family. (Andhira's eyes are similar but not nearly as remarkable.) The Maram family that Tahire comes from is kind of famous for that because there isn't another family of vampires with such a distinct eye color. It makes it very hard to hide who they are lol

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👖 What type of clothing does your oc generally wear? Why? Do they have any signature accessories?

Andhira, like everyone in her family, has expensive taste lol She is always dressed well, always wearing designer labels, and everything is tailored to fit her. She's a big fan of heels and long skirts and sheer fabrics and anything with a good drape, but she generally prefers a suit for formal wear over a gown. She likes to wear dark colors (burgundy, royal purple, emerald green, etc) and wouldn't be caught dead wearing pink or pastels under any circumstances. She always keeps her nails manicured, never very long, prefers to paint them black or red. If that doesn't count as an accessory, she also has an extensive collection of designer sunglasses and she would never leave home without a few pairs to spare. Why does she dress this way? Um, she wants to look her best always and make people jealous when she enters a room because she KNOWS she's better than anyone that could ever hope to make her acquaintance. Also she wears sunglasses religiously because even though she can go out in sunlight, her eyes are very sensitive to it lol

[shadowofahope]

Fallen Star

Pairing: Hyunjin!Driver/bodyguard/alien x princess reader

Warning: Much angst, toxic family, controlling home life.

Premise: A mistake always turning to the stars for an escape. But it turns out the star you had always wished for had fallen right in front of you.

word count: 5.1K

Authors notes: *WARNING* LOVE LETTER INCOMING: I need to give credit to the truly amazing @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue for being my never ending inspiration for this fic. Honestly, the ideas behind the story and the feel/details of the banner all of it I sneakily asked her questions and then used her answers against her. But in all realness, thank you so much for giving me support in my writing journey. Legit one of my most favourite people in the whole world, so if you have never read anything from her before I highly recommend it. You are missing out on some absolute genius, especially in the angst department!!

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If he thinks he can just marry you off for his benefit he seriously had another thing coming. An arranged marriage to an old man? Did he assume you’d go quietly? Or does he really just not care? 

You laugh at yourself. Of course he doesnt. This was a new low, even for him. He couldn’t control you like your siblings so instead of having to deal with you he sells you off the highest bidder. You’d show him how much trouble you could be. 

Staring out of the back passenger car window, you watch your breath fog a small part of the cold glass before it recedes. It blocks your view from what you really want to see, so you roll down the window. There’s no clouds in the dark sky tonight, no wind either. But the chilled breeze from the car speeding down the backroads rushes into the car. Making you wish you were driving away from it all and not back to it. You asked the driver to take a long way back, so you could gaze out into a world you only wished to be apart of. 

“I’d give anything to escape from here…” You sigh, your mind wandering to the stars above. To what else could be out there. “...to be with the stars.”

“Anything?” A soothing melodic voice travels from the drivers seat. Unbeknownst to you the partition had been lowered. 

You let out a startled noise, you knew that voice, and the angelic person who had that voice. That person was not supposed to be driving you tonight. His presence alone would be enough to make you antsy, but in this moment couldn’t have been worse. 

“I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He politely directs his worry to you through the rearview mirror. 

You make eye contact with him through the reflection as you roll up the window, “No it’s ok. I was lost in thought.” 

You can’t maintain staring into his alluring eyes, breaking away you let yourself once again stare at the night landscape. 

“I did notice something on your mind when you got in. I know it may not be my place to ask but, is everything ok?” 

“Hyunjin, I’ve told you before you can speak freely with me. We are the same age.” You let out an airy chuckle, shaking your head. Your eyes never leaving it’s chosen star. 

“I know miss, sometimes I forget.” He laughs cheerfully back at you. “Bad news at dinner?”

“Apparently my hand in marriage has been accepted.” You huff. There’s no point in hiding your annoyance. As much as Hyunjin made the butterflies in your stomach act as thought they had been given some form of accelerant, he was the only one around you that you could talk to like this. 

“Marriage?” If you didn’t know any better you’d say there was a bite to his words. “With who?”

“Lord Tun. He’s over twice my age.” You complain bitterly, the dress chosen for you for dinner becoming itchy, a burning sensation lingering. That’s why your parents had bought it for you. To appeal to the mans desires, your hopes of them wanting to buy you something out of the warmth of their heart dashed. You wanted to burn this vile, uncomfortable fabric…not to mention it’s ugly colour against your skin did you no favours. “He originally asked for my older sisters hand in good faith of the new trading merger. But my father said ‘Elise deserves better then he could provide’, so he offered me as substitute. He says it’s my duty.”

 You sink back into your seat, quickly looking over to see his reaction. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes stay trained to the road. Maybe he’s just ask shocked as you are? He knows just as anyone working for your family how you are perceived in this world. The accident that could only ever be useless. 

Growing up you had tried to follow the rules. You had been called an accident since you were young, and you understood exactly what that implied for you. But still you worked hard to achieve as much as your siblings. At first you had even surpassed them in most areas; quickly you realized just how much that didn’t matter to your parents. It never mattered if your grades were bad, you understood the family politics, you became fluent in every language that your family had ties with, the instruments you played…the list went on. Your place in the family never changed. Your parents still looked at you with a heavy detest in their eyes it eventually shut down your want to appease them. 

So you stopped the extra lessons and changed your path. You took up watercolour painting and cooking. Even turning your studies to the stars and universe above you. Your parents never knew because they took no notice. 

Infatuation didn’t even cover your love for the science of other galaxies, obsession might be a better word. Spending hours upon hours leisurely reading everything you could on them. A single wish of being able to see it all yourself. 

But you were here, on earth, the last place you wanted to be.

“Duty….since when have I ever had a duty to uphold?” Looking to the moon for solace, you let your anger simmer. A hesitant silence looms over you both before he speaks again.

“You are a princess, miss.”

You could feel the bile from your stomach threaten to claw up your throat, “just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean I don’t deserve love.”

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“Guards!” Your fathers aggravating voice booms through the castles library hall. The main doors fly open and two large men rush through, you don’t have time to react before they are each grabbing one of your arms. “Escort the princess back to her room.”

“You think locking me up will get me to agree?” Straining against the hard hands on you, you push forward.

“Agreeance or not, you will marry Lord Tun. It’s your choice whether you go peacefully or if I have to drag you the whole way there.” He threatens. His cold eyes trained on your blazing ones. “You should be thankful your life has a purpose, thankful that anyone would be willing to marry you.

“THANKFUL?!” Throat burning, the acidic taste from your stomach makes your voice hoarse. Your legs kick out in fury, shoving at the men surrounding you.  “Should I be thankful that my existence means nothing to you?”

“Finally you can be useful to this family.” He slams the book you were studying before he entered onto the table. He’s watching your reaction, the calculation in his eyes making your blood boil. “No more of these ridiculous ventures. They have made you obstinate and disrespectful. Your empty head is only filled with pathetic knowledge, making you unusable in any other way. You owe it to this family to be obedient in this marriage.”

“You know nothing of me!” You scream, throwing your whole body at him. Never in your life have you ever wanted to use violence until this moment, even more so on your father. Your anger numbs you to the pain in your arms, the bruises forming from the two men holding you back. “I owe you NOTHING.”

“You owe me your LIFE.” He barks art you, slamming his foot on the hardwood. This time you do flinch. “And I will do with it as I see fit.” 

Adjusting his robes he signals at the guards holding you.

“Take her. Her room shall be locked until I call for her presence.”

As they pull you away, your body goes limp. Every word you thought your parents felt about you had now been expressed out loud. You let them drag you into the room, throwing you onto the bed you catch yourself. Eyes and mind glazing over with tears and rage. But not enough to not hear one of them mumble ‘ungreatful’ under their breath. 

The doors slam shut with such force it shakes the paintings on your wall. The loud metal clank of the door locking seals your mouth as you fall onto the bed, angry tears stream down your face as you let yourself give in to exhaustion.

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It had been hours since your door was locked, food had been slid in on a silver tray but you had refused to eat it. The anger in your body making your desire for food vanish for the night. When they had collected the still full tray you had attempted to rush whoever was at the door to escape. However, your plans were in vain as there were two guards with the kitchen maid. It felt as though you had run into a wall when you collided with them. 

You couldn’t tell how long you had sat there, curled up on the cold marble floor, the only warmth coming from your thin day dress. Tears drying up after admitting to yourself that you were an animal locked in a cage, and that’s all you would ever be. A small canary locked in a desolate, rusty cage watching the bright, endless sky in longing.

The sky had begun to darken through your balcony window, the shadows in your room first receding then becoming new in the moons light. Your glazed eyes only focused on the floor, silence cutting you deeper and deeper as the hours ticked by. Wishing for things that could never happen.

Wishing to be free…free to go where you wanted. Free to see the world, all worlds. Free to love. Love? The image of the beautiful long haired blonde man flashes through the stars in your mind. His slender silhouette in the forefront of your mind appears in the shadows on the floor, not sure if you’re imagining it or if it could be real. Either way you don’t move, you can’t. Body frozen in place. 

“Miss?” A soothing concerned voice dances on the still air, stirring you from your trance. Your eyes gradually moving up to the glass doors, now open, the warm air covers you, the delusions of a man you can never be with melts away. The realization is slow to you, leaving the real man in your bedroom. 

“Hyunjin?” You croak quietly, voice catching as it feels like it’s tearing through your throat. 

He rushes over to you, warm hands cupping your cheeks searching through the depths to find you again. 

“I’m here, princess.” He urges, the tone in his voice is something you can’t place, but you’re too lost in your sadness. His presense pulling you out little by little. “You’re not alone.” 

Swallowing the saliva collecting in your mouth feels rough but it gives you just enough relief to speak.

“How come when you call me princess it sounds so nice, but from others it sounds like a threat?” Softly chuckling to yourself, you see a glimmer in his eyes. A smile forming on his angelic face. If not for your state of mind, you would never speak like this outloud around him. The butterflies normally causing chaos in your stomach are fluttering with a want to fall deeper into his eyes. 

His thumb begins to caress the plump skin on your cheeks, “My princess.”

Realzing you’ve exposed yourself, you begin to feel your body heat up. Embarrassment invades your sense, your cheeks and eyes giving you away. 

“What are you doing here?” You whisper, enclosing his hands in yours and pulling them away from your face. Not really letting go of them, for fear of dropping again. 

“I have to show you something.” He stares down at your hands on his, hesitantly feeling the soft flesh of your delicate hands.

Hearing footsteps pass by your door, you glance at the menacing wooden behemoths. Do you risk going with him? The possibilities of him being punished for helping you break out of your dim cell are endless. You have no idea what your father would do to him, but whatever it would be would be wishing for death. 

Or do you throw all concers away? He risked so much to just come here, he knows how bad this could be…but still he came.

“Will you come with me?” There’s almost a pleading sound in his voice, strained in a way. You look back to him. On his knees infront of you on the marble floor, large hands in yours, dressed in black only with a wish for you to go with him. Something unspoken passes in his eyes, you vaguely see it before it’s gone.

“Yes.” You sound out of breath when you finally answer. His smile knocking the wind out of you. He jumps to his feet, pulling you up with him, never letting go as he runs the both of you to the balcony. You peer over the edge, 3 stories down is the lush green grass and flower beds. You assumed he had climbed up something, but you see nothing he could have used.

“How-?” You cut yourself off, dry laugh stopping you from even finishing your thought. From all the times you’ve known Hyunjin you’ve learned not to ask. Somethings about him could be explained, but others seemed too impossible to try.

“Do you trust me?” He dead pans for a moment before raising an eyebrow to you.

“Always.” 

If tonight was the last night you could be yourself, to truly let yourself feel things you never let yourself before, then no more acting coy. No more covering it up. Honesty for one night, before the rest of your life lying, lies entrapping you to be who your family demanded of you. 

He steps up onto the stone edge of the balcony, hand reaching out to help you alongside him. You don’t hesitate as you follow him up. The height dizzying you, you clasp harder onto him. He lets out a small laugh as his arms reach around you, one around your back and the other under your legs. 

You squeak in surprise. You had not been expecting to be carried bridal style in this situation. Your arms loop around his neck, staring at him in disbelief. 

“Still trust me?” Mischief cracks onto his features. 

“Al~wa~ys~” You dare him.

“Close your eyes then.” He whispers into your ear, to which you do so. Now whether that was from the closeness of his voice and breath on your skin or just following commands, you didn’t know. 

Regardless, before you can even process you feel a rush of wind race past you, your body feeling momentarily light before gravity restarted. 

“It’s time to run princess.” His soft voice sings. You peer one eye open, the other quickly following when see that you are now on the grass. No questions, you warn yourself. He gently places you back on your feet, this time it’s you who extends your hand for him to take before running off into the surrounding forest. 

You don’t know where you’re running, but it doesn’t matter. Everything that’s happening in these past moments, could all be a dream. Even if this turns out ot be one for now you would fully embrace it. Before long he’s overtaking you, his enchanting laugh fills your ears as he directs you deeper and deeper into the wooded dangerous area. The light of the moon beaks through the tops of the trees, your lunges inflating with an air you had missed. 

You both burst through the tree line, illuminated by the stars and moon is a small clearing. A pond reflects back the night sky creating even more of an endless illusion. You walk past him as he slows, dropping his hand to full take in all that is around you. For the first time in what feels like forever your heart feels full, full of life, full of wonder, full of joy. 

Your breath stops, heart beats wildly when you look to him. His hair even more golden by the moon, skin so smooth like diamond, eyes showing exactly what you see when you gaze upwards. You can’t think of what to say…. There’s so much unknown about him, so much more that you want to know. Trying to regain your thoughts when he appears like this proves futile.

“Would you honour me with a dance princess?” He bows, before reaching out a hand. You can’t help but laugh, thoughts returning to you. 

“You’re supposed to be showing me something” You squint at him, smirk on your face. 

He steps up to you, his breath on your skin makes you shudder. Closer then you thought you could have, but not close enough to what you wanted. 

“One dance” His pointer finger shows the number as he pouts cutely at you. 

“One.” You agree, giving in all too easy.

He takes a step back to allow himself room to offer you his hand. His smile taking a mischievous turn, you laugh as you accept it. Instantly the subdued butterflies are beginning to become jittery as they normally do when he is close to you. 

Pulling you close he wraps his other arm around you, you fight against the sound wanting to announce your inner thoughts as his body becomes flush with yours. You remember yourself enough to lift your arm to rest on his shoulder. He starts you both off in a casual step, occasional spins making you feel more light headed… maybe it wasn’t the spins….becuase when you come back to him, his smile is blinding. 

The dance becomes more complex, lifts and turns you’ve never done before. But here, in his arms it all seems familiar. Every move playfully calculated by him to make you laugh, to make you feel giddy and light. This is a moment you’ve only seen in your dreams, but somehow it’s real. 

The warmth of his hand on your lower back. The firm safety of his arm around you. The sturdy comfort of his chest pressed to yours. You’re too afraid to blink, terrified to miss a single moment. A moment that could come crashing to an end in a split second.

A slow dip takes you by surprise as he pulls you back up this time faces only inches apart, his face aglow with a purple light. The whole clearing is now covered in purple. He keeps you close, continuing to dance with you eyes locked on your reactions. Your mind is spinning, confusion on how there could be light this far in. Curiosity gets the better of you, tilting your head back to look up. 

In that moment, every unexplainable thing about Hyunjin is no longer out of your grasp. A purple beam of light trails straight out and down of the bottom of what to appears as a circular ship. Decorated with many white lights and grey features you cannot see in the midst of the shadows it is making on itself.

“It’s …” He slows your dance as he waits for your response. You don’t even register the fear in his trembling figure as you step back. Breaking contact to observe more carefully.

 “It’s beautiful” A smile from your heart appears on your face, eyes showing the purple lights dancing in them. Everything you wanted to escape was right there, even if you weren’t meant to leave, your dreams of it existing was something astonishing. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

You feel your heart constrict. The heaviness now returning. Reality of what this meant for you…for him..for you both setting in. 

“I see you.” Is all you can manage to say, body betraying you as tears stream down your face. He’s with you in an instant, cupping your face adn wiping them away. 

“You see what I truly am. But you don’t know my heart. Not yet,” The pleading in his eyes returns. His voice shaking as he speaks. “The only reason i stayed, the only reason I took this job. Was to stay close to you, I adored the way you were. I wanted to be able to watch you become something magnificent. But I can’t let you go without telling you….”

“Telling you how much I love you.” 

One sentence from him simultaneously breaks your heart and heals all of your past, in an instant. Choking on your tears you can’t find words. As much as you loved him, could you accept that he wasn’t from your world? Could you run away from your life and family just liked you always dreamed? Did you love him enough? Did you truly know what love was? 

“You don’t have to say anything. Please just listen to my last request-” You can only nod at him. “In two days time I have to leave, I have to go back home to my planet, but I want you to come with me. I want to give you everything in this universe and more.”

Your wide eyes stricken with panic fill with more tears. He’s leaving? But he wants you to go with him… You didn’t know what to do.

“No, no, don’t panic.” He reads your emotions quickly. “I’ll be here before I leave, I can wait till then for your answer. I won-”

“Princess!” An angry dark shout breaks the moment, dreadful silence following after. 

 The ships lights turn out and it disappears completely, before you’re brain has time to catch up.

“There looking for me.” Now panic for a different reason rises. Your eyes dart around the edges of the clearing. Nothing visible yet, there’s still time. “You need to run.”

“What? No, princess.” His face morphing to confusion and concern.

“Please? For me, run. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You beg, holding his hands to your chest. To let him feel the calm stray rhythm of your heart. “Besides what can they do to me? Lock me in a room and marry me off to some old guy?”

Your joke lacks any humour, as you both know what your asking him to do. 

“I promise to think about it, I promise to give you an answer, but you need to run.” You’re mind set, watching the emotions play through his eyes. “Please?”

He kisses your forehead before retreating back, the voices getting angrier as they approach. 

“I’ll be here. I’ll wait.” He takes off running. 

You become breathless as a cluster of Guards find you alone in the clearing. “You better feel lucky that we found you when we did, you’re father was demanding your head at one point.” 

You roll your eyes as you’re dragged back to the castle, steeling yourself for the punishment you were about to recieve. 

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“I hate this colour…” You mumble to yourself, staring at the ballgown chosen by your family. Not only was it a colour you didn’t like, but it has a terrible silhouette, uncomfortable material, but it was also to mark you as the bride to be tonight. 

You tsk angrily at it once again as you saunter over to your window. Barred balcony doors now only letting you catch a glimpse of the night sky. 

A night had already passed since you were seized and detained at the palace again. He said he’d wait for you, but you had no way of getting there. No way of sending any sign of your situation. And of course tonight of all nights Lord Tun and your parents had decided would be the engagement party.

A knock at your door tears you away from your angry stupor. 

“Come in.” You call, unmoving. You hear the door creak open and rustling drawing near.

“Princess, a gift has been delivered to you.” One of your families longterm maids informs you. She was the only person in this retched place that had any pity and remorse towards you. She learned quickly to never show it infront of your family, but you knew she was always worried for you. 

“What is it?” You question, a gift? Who would send you a gift? “A dress?”

She hangs the large garment bag from the clothing rack. Unzipping the white cloth and revealing the most beautiful gown you had ever seen. Layers upon layers of a soft grey material, in sections almost seeming black incredibly detailed with silver lining. Sparkles catching the light upon every movement, dusted over the whole gown but concentrated around the hem. It was like stars in the night sky.

“Who?”

“I would assume the boy that sees the stars in you.” She offers. “I may be old, but I am not blind.”

“Do you think it’s too late?” 

She contemplates your question only for a moment before giving a devilish smile, “I say, give them one hell of a show and start running.”

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Running up each step, you’d lost your shoes long ago, dress hicked up so you won’t have to worry about tripping. You can’t afford to let anything slow you down, can’t look back. 

You swing the wood door open to the maids quarters, the metal key on the bed as she said it would be. Dashing through through the chamber you grab the cold key, palms sweaty you hold it to your chest. Your feet are numb to the pain of fleeing the Engagment party.  You turn down corridor after corridor, evading everyone frantically searching for you. 

Your lungs burn from not taking in enough air, but you ignore it. Nothing would stop you from getting out of this palace. Nothing.

So close are you to the hidden back door, the door only the maids know about. Your only true escape route.

There was no way you’d be forgiven for the scene you caused at the party. Making a grand entrance in the dress he left for you. The anger in your heart you finally spoke allowed, watching as the perfect faces cracked as your voice words assaulted them like a flaming train wreck. Maybe flipping the cake onto your parents as you ran past them was on the petty side, but by the stars it made you feel better. 

The shelving unit that hides the door comes into sight. Crashing into it, you push it aside, arms trembling with exhaustion. The key smoothly slides in the door, flinging it open you’re overwhelmed with the cool night air. Grabbing your skirt once again you waste no time. You take off running towards the clearing you have not been able to forget. The secret memories you’ve held onto for so long, flood your mind as you break the outer tree line.

Late nights sneaking out the court yards to watch the young boy train with the others. The pretty, soft face your butterflies first took flight for. His limbs long and thin, making him look awkward as he tried to keep up. You’d laugh at his endearing attempts, but your heart stirred. Eventually he grew into himself, his body being lean with muscle, every move becoming sure and strong. With that more fascination grew.

Sneaking around to catch glimpses of his combat training weren't enough. When he took on the roll of driver you were beside yourself when you found out he would be your alternate driver on occasions. That in itself made you show up at more family events, much to your dismay and parents approval of appearances. But having him for any moment for yourself made all the nights worth it. 

Catching any sight of him in the palace walls made the torment more bearable. The first time you had a real conversation on a drive back from an event you thought for sure the beating in your heart could be heard from the backseat. Swallowing down the involuntary need to stutter or rush your words out in fear of saying something abrasive. But the more he spoke the more you wanted to listen, and the more he encouraged you to speak as well. 

The feeling of normality but in something so extraordinary.

Everything in you is screaming in pain as you finally close in on the clearing. Your feet bleeding from the forest floor, lungs on fire, fatigue wearing on you. Still you hope on everything in this world he is there. Waiting for you.

Bursting through the thick trees, you see his figure standing in the middle of the grassy plane. 

“Hyunjin!” You manage to scream, although it comes out hoarse and the burn bites back. 

He turns to you just in time for you to lunch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck. You feel him freeze in shock for a moment then his arms wrap around your torso. He holds you incredibly close.

“Princess” He whispers into your hair, inhaling your scent as he tightens around you. You lean into him but shift to try to take the pain off of your feet, now that you’ve made it your mind and body are catching up with eachother.

He notices instantly, pulling back to look you up and down. You dress had ripped at the hem, must have caught on something as you were running. Because of the rip he can see you bloody feet. He kneels down infront of you, lifting one with a feather light touch to examine it. 

“Are you in much pain?” The concern in his voice and his skin on yours, even how small it is, makes you feel as though you could dance forever. 

“Not now.” You shake your head. He continues to look at the torn skin.”I see what you are…”

He freezes, eyes widening up at you. 

“I know you are not from here, but far away.” You continue. “And that is a scary thought.”

You take a deep breath as his eyes start to swim with panic. 

“But you are still you, no matter where you’re from.” You smile, letting your heart sing fully for the first time. “I don’t need the universe. All I need is you. So wherever you go, I shall go too.”

Instantly the clearing fill with purple light again, it surprises you to look up. The same ship as before hovers over you, the beam in a circular perimeter around you both. You study it in awe, forgetting yourself and the man infront of you. 

Your curiosity is broken when he sweeps you off your feet, like that night, when he broke you out. You release a startled squeak, holding onto him now feels like second nature.

“My princess.” He coos at you, eyes shimmering with the stars in your heart. 

“Yes. Your princess.” You breath as he leans in, soft lips gently brushing against yours. The lights around you becoming too bright to keep your eyes open. His electricity and heat course through you and you know that you’ve left this world behind. 

All those nights wishing on shooting stars didn’t amount to anything, you should have wished on a fallen one. 

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