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monnn · 8 months ago

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Am I the greatest bastard that you know?

staring: idol! jeonghan x non-idol!, gn! s/o

wc: 1.3k-ish

genre: ANGST. big angry feelings of reader, kinda fluff towards the end?

a/n: hi, ur fav angst lover is back! things have not been great lately and this fic might just be a vent of mine. big feelings and anger is very valid but so is taking a break. hope you realise that and take a break from life to just exist! to whoever's reading this, i love u, let things take time, take time for yourself, stay hydrated and BE ANGRY!!!

divider by @saradika-graphics !!!

song rec for this fic is The Greatest Bastard by Damien Rice!

knowing how stressful going on a hiatus can be, you successfully lure jeonghan into a staycation, away from the city. though han had to be present for rehab, you had checked with the doctor and he was okay with han being away for a weekend. doing nothing was the plan since jeonghan was actively burning out from working hard to the extent that he's injured, so he was looking forward to spend time with his loved one for a while. what neither of you knew was the fight that would gonna pop up at reaching the room. hannie had drove all the way to the hotel since you didn't have a license and all you had done after reaching there was ask what he wanted to eat since y'all had skipped the rest stops.

~ 30 mins before

"hey love, what do you feel like eating? i could order it for us" you ask a very eepy han.

"just anything, i'm okay with anything" he replies and you can sense the exhaustion in his voice. to make sure you don't get him more grumpy, you ask again to confirm if he's sure about his decision.

"jesus y/n! can you cut me some slack? just stop fucking bothering me and order whatever the fuck you want!" he yells, shaking you to the core.

here's the thing - there necessarily hasn't been any major disagreements or "fights" in your relationship, so the intensity of his feelings get to you. but he should've known better than to snap because your rage knows no bounds and hannie does know about this.

"well, fuck you with that behaviour of yours, i'm not gonna be ordering any food!"

"good! because i don't fucking need it anymore either!" he screams, walking away from the room. you had put great effort in picking a room which is right by a stream, surrounded by mountains and a temple on one of the mountains.

trying not to mind the rage and disappointment with han, you chug a glass of water before doing anything. but you weren't gonna let han off the hook because he was having a hard time. the value you hold for yourself is much more important and you've tried so hard to just have that value in your life for so long, hence you are not going to let the love of your life doubt on it. finishing another glass of water, you leave the room in search of hannie with some snacks and a drink.

you are yet find han with the passing time. he wasn't by the stream, hadn't left the premises according to the owner and definitely hadn't hiked up a mountain(cause bro was literally eepy). but the one place you hadn't scraped was the temple, so you hydrate and go on to check if he's there.

in fact, he is there. his silhouette seems regretful. melancholic even. hunched over and zoning out by overthinking. you stomp your way towards the temple, letting him know of your arrival as he fixes his posture and keeps his gaze down. leaving your shoes behind, you enter the temple and kneel infront of han to provide well-needed snacks and water. he whispers a small 'thank you' and you move aside to sit away from him. not that you wanted to, rather wanting to just talk without any physical contact. you see him chug the water and eat his snacks, making a part of you feel relieved. after finishing his nibbles, han thinks he's ready to talk cause he knows it's better to do this right now than to dwell and let it become bigger.

"y/n, i'm sorry. i am not gonna reason myself for my actions towards you but i do wanna let you know i'm really tired. probably beyond exhaustion. i love you but that was really wrong of me to behave that way when you were just trying to make me feel better." he begins.

"okay, i accept your apology. but i'm not sorry because i haven't done anything wrong. and i'm gonna have to get this off my chest cause if i don't say it now, it's just gonna grow and rot in me." you say, stretching out your hand for him to hold. hannie slips his palm in yours and there's a little squeeze from both of you before letting go.

"okay, i'm gonna listen what you have to say and i'm sure i'll have things to say after, but i'm gonna listen to you first." he says, reassuring you.

"thank you. i hope you know that i was just trying to be of help and not a bother. you snapping at me was unnecessary, which you know by now and it scared me han. for a moment, you were an angry stranger to me and it made me so angry too. why? because i don't deserve to be treated like this han, you know how hard life has been and still is for me." you pause, taking a deep breath as you feel tears welling up your eyes. but one look at hannie and you know he's making space for your anger, willing for you to continue.

shit, you really do love him.

"i understand how mentally and physically exhausting things have been for the past week or so. i understand so much han, i really do. but that does not give you any leverage to be rude or angry at me. regardless of the terrible things i deal with in my life, i'm really trying to be positive towards our relationship and this unconsciously might've broken a part of me. maybe i'm being dramatic but my feelings are big and valid. i love you but we'll need to work on this at our own pace, yeah? what do you think?" you finish, catching a breath that you didn't realise was held.

jeonghan takes a deep breath, before he begins. taking one look at you, he fidgets with his phone and tries to talk cause he has to start somewhere.

"firstly, i am really sorry love. i wanna let you know that i regret my actions and shouldn't have behaved that way towards you. it's just been really hard for me to go into a break from being so packed with schedules. i don't think i've rested at all since i started working and it's just a lot. it's a lot because i now am realising the importance of rest and that solely is beyond overwhelming. but now that i'm here, i want to make the best of it and spend as much time as i can with the people i love. again, i can't think of anything other than apologising because you don't deserve that. i have no right to be treating you that way when you've put your complete trust and love in me. i'm so sorry again love, i want to work on this. i'm not sure how but i wanna work on us, with you. i love you." he finishes, letting out a loud sob. you hold yourself back from going and holding him cause he needs this more than anything else.

instead you move next to him, taking one of his hands in yours. hannie turns to look at you and lays his head on your shoulder, not caring about drenching your shirt. you gently caress his hand as he calms down and give him some water to hydrate. disconnecting from your hand, he drinks the water and wipes his face but intertwines your arm in both of his the moment he's done. there's a moment of stillness felt, as he leans onto your shoulder, nuzzling further into your neck. you haven't felt this feeling ever and just being present makes you realise that there is always space to be wrong and learn in love. not sure if it's the same with everyone else, but you know for sure it is with jeonghan.

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insomniactic-daydream · 2 months ago

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Since I Survived..

Pro Hero Bakugo ♡ Pro Hero Reader

Summary: Both of you are pro heroes in your prime. But after a gut-wrenching dream, Bakugo considers other plans for his life with you.

This is an alternate happy ending of 'Beside You' cause I don't want my readers to be depressed. 😭

I recommend reading that first but it can be a stand alone.

Part 1 (Sorta) 》 'Beside You'

TW: Implied deaths, Children (idk if that considered a tw but oh well)

Bakugo's vision starts to dim as he holds you under all the rubble of the collapsed building.

Even though he couldn't save the both of you, he wants to make sure the last thing he sees is his wife angelic face.

It's a shitty way to die. The both of you impaled by a metal bar with no way of escaping and an even smaller chance of survival. Yet, but at least he had you with him.

"I couldn't imagine breathing without you, Kats.." you say in cutting breaths as you use all of your remaining strength to hold him close. Smiling weakly, knowing at least you'd go together.

"Good thing we don't have to, princess." Bakugo heaves out, saying your nickname for the last time as he presses his lips onto yours. Taking each other's last breath...

"PA!"

Bakugo wakes up in a jolt as he gets smacked in the face. Sitting up with a teary-eyed face.

He looks and finds the culprit of his stolen slumber, or savior from that horrible nightmare.

"Papa didn't want to wake up, and Mama said to smack you if you didn't." the blonde and crimson eyed little girl says as she scrambles onto the bed and into his lap.

Katsumi looks at her father's face. For a 6 year old, she is very emotionally perceptive. "Is Papa alright?" She says, reaching to touch his face.

Although the grogginess still lingers, he gives her a big and long embrace.

"I'm fine, princess. Your Pops just had a nightmare, is all." He says while giving her a rare genuine smile. Thank fuck it was a dream.

He held her for what seemed like ages, and yet she didn't mind; after all, she was still your daughter too. Her kindness is genetic.

However, it was not long after that the emotional silence was ruined.

"KATSUKI IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS UP," your voice projects from the kitchen as the smell of breakfast lingers. The two blondes share a laugh before getting off the bed.

Bakugo picks Katsumi up in his arms. "Cmon, our queen is waiting." He says while heading towards the kitchen; using his upgraded nickname for you after you had Katsumi.

He never thought he'd end up here, with kids and a loving wife who hasn't gotten tired of him yet.

Even if the dream was different by the two of you not having Katsumi, his heart still warmed that at least you were the thing that didn't change in his life.

Bakugo is so deep into thought about the dream that he didn't notice he arrived at the kitchen. Guess the dream really opened his eyes about the hero work the two of you been doing.

"Kats?" You say concerned at his blank gaze and hold on Kastumi. His attention now back to reality after your voice.

"You alright, honey?" You say while grabbing Katsumi from his arm and placing her in the chair seated next to her infant brother's high chair. Babbling away like infants do.

Before you can even turn back around to him, he attacks you with a hug. You look at your daughter questionably, but she only shrugs and continues to feed her brother.

"You alright there, you big oaf? ...Kats?" You say before turning around and seeing his teary-eyed face.

"Shut up." He says quickly so he can avoid your questioning. You only sigh in defeat and wrap your arms around him, too.

"Do I at least get to know what this is about?" You say as your husband's grasp tightens.

"We should quit."

"What?" You say confused. Things are going well for the two of your careers, even being in the top 3 from time to time. Hell, he just made number 1 last year.

"We should retire our old asses and enjoy our fucking lives til we're grey and wrinkly." He says in a mumble swaying you back and forth.

"Fuck is a bad word papa."

"Katsumi," You scold the child before sighing. "I mean, I'm not opposed to it, but where's this coming from." You question the vulnerable blonder.

"Mm just had a shi- poopy butt dream," he says, trying to make his sentence child friendly, earning a giggle from his daughter and a chuckled from you. Still, you investigate further.

"About?"

"We didn't make it back from a mission. We held each other til the end, but I don't want that for us," He says quietly to avoid the childs prying ear while his grip tightens on you.

You stiffen. Dying during a mission and leaving the kids behind? That thought left a nasty taste in your tongue and an even bigger ache in your heart.

This time you hold him tighter.

"Guess I'll have to tell the commission that I won't be back from maternity leave then." You say, peppering him with kisses. He let's out a sigh of relief. Being glad that you're both on the same page.

"I think I should just leave the agency to Red then. The interns are going to give me so much crap about being old." He chuckles while kissing you back. Yet his hold on you stays.

A comfortable silence lingers for a little.

"Thank you for keeping up with my crap." He says quietly. His vulnerable insecurity of not being good enough for you showing.

"Til I'm grey and wrinkly, Kats." causing him to chuckle. You always knew how to reassure him.

"Til we're gray and wrinkly."

And with no tragic ends in sight.

Doing this instead of the 8 assignments due tomorrow night. 😭

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#x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #mha #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugo #bhna bakugo #mha bakugou #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you

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andillneverbethesame · 5 months ago

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...could I ask for 'paper rings' x george weasley? 🤭

I just feel like it fits him so well 😫

PAPER RINGS

❥ george weasley x muggle!reader

❥ warnings; maybe some underage drinking, people being high.... nothing else i think

❥ word count: 1,9k

❥ a/n: i wanted to make this longer than it is but it was taking waaayyyy too long

you didn't want to go to this party, but it was your best friend's birthday and she meant a whole lot to you.

you could hear the loud music from miles away and when you arrived at her house, you could already feel your head explode even though you weren't even inside yet.

your friend greeted you the moment you walked through the door and wrapped her arms around you tightly. she was drunk already, you could tell, not only by her behaviour but also by the smell coming out of her mouth while she was yelling at you.

"i'm so glad you're here!"

"happy birthday!" you placed a kiss on her cheek. she grabbed your hand and let her lead you into the kitchen, as if she has forgotten you were there milion times before.

you looked around as you were being dragged. no really familiar faces around. you assumed that most of the people there had to be from the witchy school she's going to.

"you have to try this!" your friend handed you a cup.

you smelled it. it smelled like a regular beer with. . . butter? "what's that?"

"butterbeer. it's really popular in the wizarding world."

you took a sip. "hm." you weren't the biggest beer fan but this tasted surprisingly good. "you'll have to bring this here more often."

"y/f/n, this is an amazing party!" a girl appeared by your side.

"thank you, angie," y/f/n smiled warmly. "oh, sorry, y/n, this is angelina johnson, angie, this is my best friend y/n y/l/n."

you shook her hand, noticing her pupils were dilated. she was, most likely, high.

"there you are," said a tall ginger boy appearing behind the girl you just met. you could tell that he, too, had something to smoke.

and that's when you saw him.

trailing behind his doppelganger, with perfectly normal pupils, was him. the boy who'd change your life forever. but you didn't know it back then.

"well, well, well," he took you in, eyeing you up and down, "how come i don't know you?"

y/f/n rolled her eyes. "that's my best friend y/n. she's a muggle."

his eyes widened as if he has never met someone like you before. probably, he hasn't.

"well, hello," he handed out his hand and accepted it. "my name's george weasley ans that—" he pointed at the almost same looking boy who was talking to angelina, "— is my brother fred. you can easily tell that i'm the more handsome one."

he was more handsome than his twin. he was very handsome, in fact. you had to mentally slap yourself for thinking like that.

"hm, i actually think fred is the more attractive one," you joked.

george gave you a look and then laughed. what a beautiful sound that was. "i don't believe you, at all."

and then he turned around and left without another word.

who'd know a one minute long interraction with the boy could have such a big impact on you.

for the entire night, you watched george from afar because you didn't have the confidence to go and talk to him. you watched talk to thousands of different girls and although you wished they were all you, you thought it was better not to try at all rather than getting rejected.

after all. . . you had a boyfriend.

that morning after the party, the first thing you did after waking up was calling y/f/n.

"huh?" her voice sounded tired. you realized you most likely woke her up.

but you didn't care.

"tell me more about george," you said.

"oh, hello, to you, too, y/n."

you rolled your eyes. "yeah, hi."

"what do you want to know about him?"

"everything."

you could almost see her frowning and furrowing her eyebrows. "why?" and then, you could see her face of sudden realization. "oh, y/n, do you have a crush on george weasley?"

"shut up, y/f/n, and talk."

you heard her laugh. "alright. well, he's a gryffindor, the same house like me. he and his brother are big pranksters. but they're not, like, harmful. other than fred, he has five other siblings. uhm. . . i'd say he's more shy and less confident than fred, although, i can tell it didn't look like that yesterday."

"okay. . ." you paused for a second. "and has he go—"

"no. no girlfriend," y/f/n cut you off. "he dated angelina for a while but it didn't work out between them and she's with fred now. but it was like ages ago. no bad blood between any of them."

you let out a sigh of relief. "alright, thanks."

"no problem." you heard her inhale. "but i need to ask you, y/n. . . what about paul?"

paul. your boyfriend, paul.

you put your head in one of your hands. "i don't know what i'm doing. please, forget i've ever met george and that i asked you about him, okay?"

"but y/n—"

"bye!"

you hung up before y/f/n could say anything else.

it was the first hanging out with paul after your latest fight.

it was nothing really special (although, you'd later realize that the action itself didn't make something special, it was rather who you were with). london finally welcomed the sunny summer weather with open arms and so you two decided to take a walk, buy some pastries in your favourite bakery and eat them in hyde park.

"i'll go in, you wanna wait outside?" paul asked you and you nodded. he knew what to get, anyway.

as you watched him walking inside, waiting in the line and then ordering, a familiar voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"fancy seeing you here." he looked beautiful like the night you first met him at the party. however, he maybe looked even more angelic inthe sunlight.

you froze, despite the hot weather.

"what are you doing here?" you asked him, your voice sounding harsher than you intended.

george looked surprised at the tone you were talking with, but he decided not to comment it.

"following you, obviously. what else?" you knew he was joking but nothing seemed funny at that moment. especially when you knew that paul is going to be back any second and he was also the most jealous boy you knew. that also explained that some boys only talking to you were the main reason of most of your arguments.

george's smile dropped at your annoying look but he shook his head and his lips shaped into that beautiful smile again.

"listen, i was wondering if you ever want to-"

"i have a boyfriend," you cut him off.

he looked around before his eyes met yours again. "well, where is he?"

"here," paul's voice filled your ears. you felt his fingers intertwining with yours. george's soft gaze turned into a glare at the sight of your hand in his.

"who's that, love?" he asked you. and you didn't feela thing when he called you that. no blood rushing into your cheeks, no internal screaming. but when george only looked at you, your heart rate raised by thousand beats per minute, your palms started to sweat and you felt like exploding.

what the hell was wrong with you?

"no one," you answered shortly. "let's go."

you two walked past the ginger boy and you didn't even spare him one last glance. not even when you could feel him watching you two walking away until you turned around the corner and dissapeared out of his sight.

for next month, two or three, you ran into george so many times you lost count. but you knew that most, if not all, of the times, it was no coincidence. he simply was where you were because he just knew. and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't driving you absolutely mad.

you didn't know what it was but something was keep pulling you towards him. like gravity — something natural and irresistable.

you couldn't deny he was attractive even if you wanted to. with his bright green eyes and a hearty laugh, it would be almost impossible not to make your heart skip a beat whenever you saw him.

like now for example.

y/f/n threw another party. no reason, just because she felt like it. however, when you asked her if george was going to be here and she replied with; "no", you believed her.

big mistake.

you watched him from a far, like the first party you met, talking to other girls instead of being by your side. you wished that he would reject them and make his way to you. however, you could only imagine that.

"you know, you could always just. . . talk to him." the voice behind you made you jump. it sounded the same as george's, but it wasn't him.

you raised your eyebrow. "talk about what? the weather?"

he gave you a look. "you aren't bluffing anyone but him. you see, my brother can be a bit oblivious to when a girl really likes him. and he's losing a bit of his hope every time you turn him down. i know it might seem endless, but he's not gonna be running after you forever. i give it another two months max before he gets exhauated and stops. you may want to let him know you're really into him before that happens."

you stared at him, speechless.

"wow, fred," y/f/n said. "you sound so wise. how much have you drunk?"

he laughed and shrugged. "i have no idea."

it took you another two drinks to pick up all your courage approach him. your hand shook as you reached for his and it set you on fire when you finally touched him.

without a word, you grabbed his hand and led him away from the girl he was just talking to. but since he didn't complain, you took it that ge didn't mind at all.

you two walked into an empty room, y/f/n's parents's bedroom. you sighed as you turned around to look at him.

"what?" he asked you as you tried to find the right words to start the conversation. it did take you a while. "look, if you're not going to say anything, i'm leavi—"

"i do fancy you," you finally blurted out. " i really do." he looked at you wide-eyed and for the first time, you saw him struggling with what to say, too. "it's just that i have a boyfriend. and i guess i don't really know how to break up with him. our relationship has always been complicated and i'm honestly quite scared about the things he could do if i end us. but you're just. . . different than him. in the best way possible. and i really want my boyfriend to be you," you rambled.

"i won't let him do anything to you. i'll beat him up if that's neccesary," he spoke and took a few steps closer to you.

you laughed as you repeated his action and soon enough, you were close enough to kiss. and you did. and you weren't scared to admit that you haven't been kissed and held like this before.

and then when you woke up next to him in the morning after a night full of (only!) talking about the all the things you can think of, you realized that you watching him breathe is something you can imagine doing every morning for the rest of your life.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter fluff #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley fluff

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darklinaforever · 8 months ago

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I'm tired of the shitty arguments from pro Gwynriel or Elucien. These people don't know how to read and are looking for bullshit excuses. Once again, they're going to fall hard when the Elriel book and Elriel endgame arrives.

The delusion of "If Elain had wanted to break the bond, why hasn't she done it yet ?" Oh, I don't know, maybe because something so important regarding Elain should be discussed from her point of view ?!

The delusion of "If Elriel wanted to be together, why aren't they still ?" Oh, I don't know, maybe something so important about them as one of the main characters in the series should be covered in a book from their point of view / about them ?! Like Nessian ?!

The "Azriel needs therapy before dating" rant is a display of cruel bias, because literally every character on this show could use therapy. But why should Azriel be the one solving all his problems before being in a relationship ?! It's just an excuse to keep him from being with Elain. But ironically, he no longer needs therapy if the future partner is no longer Elain but Gwyn.

The delusion of "Azriel is only sexually obsessed with Elain" when literally every guy on this show is horny for the women they like is huge evidence of bad faith. Even more so when it's the very first time in 3 books that we have a scene of this kind for Elriel while everything else was about romantic emotional development, and we learn in this same bonus chapter where Azriel is excited for Elain that he has also been looking at the gifts she gave him every evening for 1 year instead of having used them. But somehow the relationship is only based on unhealthy sexual desire ?!

The disillusionment of "SJM always cheats on us with several romantic interests, so Elriel won't end up together" is powerful... Already, Bryce & Hunt ?! Then, yes, SJM generally gives several love interests to its characters. Azriel already had Mor. Elain already had Grayson.

And don't even get me started on the "Elain is going to end up with Tamlin because she likes flowers and Tamlin is the hight lord of the Spring Court" bullshit because otherwise I might get really angry. Crackship worse than Gwynriel !

I can't wait for the Elriel book to come out so all this bullshit stops. Or at least, for Elriel to finally become canon like it was always planned. Because be sure that the pros Gwynriel and Elucien, once their illusions are shattered, will tell bullshit like this book is not consistent with the others and that it's just fan service in order to prove themselves right. Damn people, people have talked about SJM, all its couples have always been obvious.

#elriel #pro elriel #anti elucien #anti gwynriel #acotar 5 #elain archeron #pro elain archeron #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #pro azriel #pro azriel spymaster #pro azriel shadowsinger

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kitashousewife · 2 years ago

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you & me

an: i feel like gojo needs a break every now and then!! the chance to relax and i feel like he should get spoiled too!!!

pairings: gojo x fem!reader

warnings: angst from gojo, stress, anxiety, sorcerer au but everyone is happy and alive, alcohol mention and consumption, food mention, suggestive content

gojo's head hangs over the back of his desk chair as he lets out a long, exhaustion-filled sigh. he sways back and forth slightly, eyes shut, trying to relax for a few minutes. if he's not teaching, he's somewhere around the world on a mission. if he's not doing either of those, he's lying awake in bed with a drumming heart and a hyperactive mind.

with you by his side, of course.

being the strongest has its perks, for sure. challenges that help him grow and improve, opportunities to see the world, as well as more than enough financial stability. it's quite nice to be at the top.

it's pretty lonely as well.

the demand of it all has begun to take a toll on gojo, both mentally and physically. his bones ache, and his muscles strain more than they have before. just this morning during his training with the second years, he allowed himself to get pinned rather quickly by maki in 30 seconds. his fingers shake no matter how much he eats or drinks. even in his late twenties, gojo feels almost triple that.

the mental effects are a whole other story. at this point, he hasn't slept in almost four days, not that he hasn't tried. gojo's usually sharp mind is exhausted during fights, hyper-focused, and completely used up by the end of the day. and, for the first time in his life, he feels anxious. constantly looking behind himself, checking the school cameras, and even begging to install stricter security on your shared home than you already have.

he exhales, opening his eyes. he just wants a vacation.

"i'm really sorry, but nobody else is available," principal yaga sympathizes over the phone. the end of your pen taps on your notebook while you think.

"nobody from kyoto? what about a team? i know it's important, but satoru is tired and-"

"i know he is," yaga agrees. "but i told you, i can't find anyone else. i'm afraid that this mission needs someone of gojo's caliber. unless a miracle happens, i can't guarantee any time off. i'm sorry, i really am."

you rub your eyes, nodding as you cross off yet another failed idea.

"no worries. thank you for trying though."

you hang up and groan. this is the fifth idea that you've come up with today. valentine's is only a couple away, and you want to plan something special for your boyfriend. he's clearly overworked, yet he never fails to spoil you. it's your turn.

if something could work, of course.

you think for a few more minutes before giving up. you rise from your spot at the kitchen table, shuffling towards the fridge. at least you could make some dinner before he gets home.

"hey sweetheart," gojo's very tired frame comes through the garage door.

dinner will have to wait.

"hi! i'm so happy to see you." you give him a large hug, and notice that he leans into you a bit more than normal. he's already out of his blindfold and uniform jacket, both thrown on the floor near his shoes.

"i'm happier to see you. how about we order pizza or something? don't worry about cooking anything tonight."

you smile. even with his fatigue, he just wants to make you happy.

"whatever you want, 'toru."

the evening feels short. after eating dinner together and watching a couple episodes of a show that neither of you really notices, gojo heads to take a shower. you hope to figure out more of the valentine's festivities before he comes out.

you think about surprising him at work. going there early, setting up some decorations and his favorite treats all nice before he arrives. it's a great plan, except he would notice you were gone.

you consider seeing a movie, maybe even the nice theater that opened up. much to your dismay, every show time is sold out.

you're about to try another theater when your phone rings.

"i'm so sorry for calling this late. do you have a few minutes?" it's yaga again. he only calls you if he can't get ahold of gojo himself. your stomach turns.

"don't apologize. and sure, is everything okay?"

he chuckles. "actually, yes. turns out the kyoto branch wants to handle it. they have a team that i'm fairly confident will be able to get the job done, and then some."

your turning changes to butterflies. "what are you saying?"

the smile in your voice must be evident, as he laughs again.

"i'm saying that you're clear. gojo won't have any missions for at least a couple weeks, so he's all yours."

you jump up and down a couple times. "oh, my gosh. thank you, so much. i can't thank you enough."

"don't mention it. he deserves it."

you end the call, running over to your laptop. you might be able to pull this off.

"what's got you so excited?"

"satoru!"

he grins from behind you. he knows how much you hate when he sneaks up on you.

"really though, everything okay?"

"yeah. everything is perfect."

you shuffle by him towards your shared bedroom. he raises an eyebrow. his lithe frame leans against the wall while you grab pajamas.

"you're hiding something."

"six-eyes tell you that?"

he snorts. "no, i just know you. tell me, pretty girl. what's going on?"

"you'll find out in a couple days!" you peck him on the lips and get into bed. he joins you with a shake of his head. for the first time in a while, gojo gets a few hours of sleep.

if someone was to win the world's most impatient award, it would be gojo satoru. you're happy that today is the day to finally spoil your boyfriend, but a large part of you is happy to be done with his prying.

you complete the finishing touches on your look, finalizing the plan in your head. thanks to some friends, you were able to get a table at one of the nicest restaurants in tokyo. five courses, dessert, everything is perfect. you will finish the night in a hotel, one that overlooks the city and is luxurious in every sense of the word.

"how do i look?"

you look at your reflection and see your boyfriend staring back at you. black glasses rest on the tip of his nose, and white hair falls around his face. he's in a simple black suit, and shiny dress shoes, complete with a pricey-looking watch.

"you look amazing, as usual. are you ready?"

a low whistle sneaks through his lips as you walk by him. blue eyes drag up your figure and gojo can't help himself. he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you into his chest with a coy smile.

"i'm sure we could spare a few minutes," he smiles wide now, keeping one hand on your waist as the other sneaks up to the zipper of your dress. you put a hand on his chest to push him back, and he pouts.

"we do not, 'toru. we need to go or you'll ruin the surprise. you sure you want that?"

he trails behind you with a whine. "i'm okay with the idea of it," he jokes, raising his eyebrows at you, but you shake your head.

"i'm serious, it's time to go!"

gojo's fingers pull at the drivers seat, but you wave him off quickly.

"what! at least let me drive," he pouts once again, and you giggle.

"you don't even know where you're going! it's not a far drive anyway, get in please!"

he gives up, finally letting you spoil him. he would never admit it, but he feels terrible he didn't plan something for valentine's day first. every year he's done something elaborate. trips, jewelry, booking entire restaurants, renting out entire beaches, anything flashy and loud to scream to the world that you're his. he can't help but feel a little down, though. gojo is nothing if not showy, especially when it comes to you.

the drive is relatively short. traffic in the city gives the two of you time to catch up. gojo shares about his students, marveling at their rapid growth and mastery of their own techniques. the way he lights up when sharing stories of their success warms your heart.

this is the gojo that you know. the man who would do anything for those he loves. the man who would drop everything he's doing to go do something absolutely mundane with you. the man who sacrifices everything to make sure everyone important to him is safe.

"we're here," you announce quietly, voice trailing off with the nerves. you pull the car up to the valet, and gojo is quick to leap out of the car as soon as you park. he opens the door for you with a grin, helping you out and sliding his arm around your waist.

"wow baby," he eyes the restaurant. he's never told you, but he's spent about six months on the waitlist for this place. 'how'd you score this?"

"i have my ways," you smirk. if he's impressed now, you can't wait for him to see what's in store.

gojo watches as you whisper with the hostess, quirking a brow as they scurry back quickly. he's even more surprised when what looks like the owner of the restaurant gives you a hug. soon, you motion him over with a big smile. he points at himself, mouthing a cheeky me? to which you roll your eyes.

gojo follows you, holding your hand as the two of you are led throughout the entire restaurant. dozens of couples dine together, laughing and carrying on with looks of love and adoration. it only makes gojo more excited, especially since the two of you are going further and further away from the crowd.

"here we are," your friend motions towards a small round table, adorned with champagne flutes, plates, and a bottle ready on ice. gojo pulls your chair out for you, kissing your cheek before sitting down. what's even better, is that this table is the only one in the room. "the first course should be out in about fifteen minutes or so. until then, enjoy yourselves."

you nod to your friend as they exit, before turning to your lover.

"oh my god baby," gojo looks around the room, eyes sparkling from the light of the candles that surround you. "what, i mean, how?"

your cheeks heat up, and he takes your hand in his.

"i know how busy you've been, how hard you're working, and i wanted to make this special. besides, you're always doing something for others, especially me," you squeeze his hand. "it's time i take care of you for once."

maybe it's the lighting, the way that you look tonight, or the overwhelming feeling of being taken cared of and loved, but gojo can't help but feel emotional. he looks at you, eyes full of adoration, and he laughs to himself.

"i love you. so much. i don't deserve you."

you shake your head at that.

"you deserve everything good, satoru. i mean that, with my whole heart."

he kisses your knuckles. "i love you more, my perfect girl."

he stands up and checks his watch before walking towards you. he knees to your height, kissing you softly on the lips. your lips move with his, gasping when his hand smooths over your thigh and tongue swipes at your lips.

"we have about ten minutes left," he breathes on your lips and your breathing quickens. his other hand moves up your calf, under your dress before sliding up your thigh.

"how about i show you just how much i love you, my angel?"

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year ago

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Cursed

The last thing Lan Jingyi remembers is pushing Sizhui out of the monster's way - and a wave of blinding, searing pain immediately after. He can still feel the echo of it pounding weakly inside his skull, but it's nothing he can't handle. He's had worse headaches when he was hungover.

Anyway, he's awake and conscious at least - but he's becoming painfully aware of the fact that he's alone in the middle of the forest, with only the night and the few fireflies flitting about as company. Has everyone left already? Did they finish the night hunt without him... and just... left him there?

He feels a pang of hurt at that - he risked his life to save his best friend and then said friend and his seniors simply forgot about him? Alas, he'll have a word with them when he gets back at the inn. They had better not left there already too!

---

"Oh, sorry, young man, but the cultivators that stayed here for the past three days have left already!" the old innkeeper said, with an apologetic look. "Were you with them? I don't think I remember you..." Jingyi's face fell at that, he's just helped the lady carry some very heavy boxes yesterday and scared away some thieves, "...but then again I'm also really old..."

Jingyi forced a smile. "That's okay. Could you please get me a room anyway? I'm really tired, it's been a long night. I'll just catch up to everyone later."

"Of course! Go upstairs and pick your favorite, I'll have some food and drinks delivered to you!"

"Thanks but... I don't have that much money on me right now..."

"Hush now, I'm not just going to let a growing boy starve just for some coins, right? I'll scam some noble out of his cash to make up for the expenses later. Go now, you need to rest!"

---

Jingyi bites into his chicken, and though the meat is tender and flavorful, he finds no pleasure eating it. He feels... confused? Abandoned? Worthless?

He feels expendable.

Why would everyone leave him behind like that? He's really not done anything wrong this time, and even if he broke a rule or two, everyone seemed to find his jokes and comments funny, and it's not like he caused anyone any trouble... he hasn't been in anyone's way either...

Hanguang-Jun never leaves people behind. Much less if they're hurt. Senior Wei is the same, always quick to help others... why not him? Sure, he's strong and independent and capable, but he could have still been gravely injured, or even dead. Did neither of the people he looks up to the most cared to even check if he was still alive?

And Sizhui... they're friends, right? They've always been close, like brothers, they grew up together, been through so much - and yet...

It wasn't like something happened to them either. The old lady said they all left together and seemed fine - so they must have done it deliberately. They meant to leave Jingyi behind. They didn't care. None of them, not one bit.

Jingyi feels his chicken taste saltier than before... maybe it's just his tears.

---

He leaves the inn a few hours later, but can't find it in himself to smile at the old lady on the way out. He's paid her all he had and left her the few trinkets he bought in town the day before as thanks - she could at least hand them over to her grandkids if she didn't like them.

Jingyi always looks forward to returning home from night hunts, seeing all the other juniors and raving about how cool it had all been - but now, Jingyi is in no hurry to arrive to the Cloud Recesses. He feels like he's been kicked in the gut, his emotions so overwhelmingly negative that he worries he might even throw up from them and lose all the food he's managed to eat. He has no money left anymore, and he'll go hungry if he can't get himself together...

He keeps wondering what caused all this. He's been turning every interaction he's had with everyone for the past several days, months, years all around his head - and he can't find anything out of place. Is he that dumb that he didn't pick up on some social cue that told him everyone actually hated him?

But that can't be right - if they hated him, Jingyi would know. They were just indifferent to him, couldn't be bothered to care if he was alive or dead. That somehow hurts more than hatred.

No matter what, he has to know. Why have they all been pretending to tolerate him all this time then? As courtesy?

Jingyi grips his sword hilt tightly. His sadness and betrayal turn to anger, and he draws his blade out, slicing off the thick branches of the trees lining up the forest path. They fall loudly, the wood moaning under the weight.

Some lumberjack is going to have the best day of their life when they visit the forest today.

---

By the time the Cloud Recesses come into view, Jingyi feels a placid form of disgust towards his life and everyone in it. If neither of the people around him give any flying fucks about him, perhaps he is not deserving of it - or of them for that matter.

Why should anyone deserve to be treated as an accessory that's easily dropped at the earliest convenience? Jingyi might not be the brightest or the strongest, but he's not going to allow anyone to treat him like this.

Perhaps he has been wrong idolizing Hanguang-Jun all this time, or defending Senior Wei every time he heard people speaking ill of him. Perhaps those rumors that Jingyi has been so quick to dismiss had some truth to them.

And about Sizhui - well, he can find himself a new best friend, one that he won't leave to die in some random forest after he took a possibly fatal hit in his place. Good luck with that.

He doesn't expect to be greeted or acknowledged by anyone when he enters through the ornate gate of the Cloud Recesses - and he isn't. Nobody cares to look his way - and he swallows back his tears and does the same. Screw them all.

He doesn't expect Sizhui to say anything when he walks in their shared room either - and he doesn't.

But Jingyi does.

"Thanks for fucking checking on me after I took the fall for you."

"I didn't ask you to." Sizhui responds, not taking his eyes off the book he's reading. "You're always like this, reckless just to show off to everyone later."

Jingyi feels himself grow angry, "Sorry for not wanting you to fucking die, I guess."

"Swearing is forbidden. If you do it again, I'll have you punished."

"Like I give a fuck."

---

Hanguang-Jun supervises his punishment, and though Jingyi would have felt embarrassed in other circumstances, he feels a mild sort of annoyance at being around this man that he used to consider his hero.

He writes the rules as always, from his memory. He knows them by heart because, he bitterly remembers, he learned them with Sizhui, and Hanguang-Jun taught them memorization techniques to make it easier.

"Why...?" he finds himself gritting through his teeth. "Why...?!"

Hanguang-Jun lifts his eyes from his work for a few seconds, the same indifference in his gaze as if he looked at some insect passing by his desk. He says nothing, but Jingyi know he won't.

He's not worth the effort.

---

Senior Wei teaches them talisman theory. Jingyi loves this class - used to love it. Everyone does, Senior Wei is a great teacher, he's fun and he shows them all sorts of neat tricks.

Jingyi can't be bothered to pay any attention. He draws his talismans on instinct, the movements ingrained in his mind already - he's been hyperfixated on this for months, he's read all of Senior Wei's notes and even asked for extras. Everyone else is far behind him, even Sizhui.

That knowledge both satisfies and upsets Jingyi.

He's the best student in this class, it's effortless. Senior Wei always uses his work as an example, and they often hold demonstrations together.

None of that happens anymore. Senior Wei doesn't even look his way, not even as everybody gets their characters wrong and Jingyi is the only one whose talisman burns correctly.

When class is over, Jingyi all but runs out the door.

---

He leans against one of the large trees overlooking the bunny field and breathes in and out shakily, tears sliding down his face silently. He's never felt like this before, it's unbearably painful. It's his worst fear come to life, being abandoned, forgotten, a nuisance everyone wants to get rid of.

Not even the bunnies come to greet him, busy playing in the tall grass.

He has nobody to turn to, all the people he thought his friends look at him like he's a particularly bothersome stain on their pristine clothing. Jingyi is long past trying to figure out why.

He curls in on himself and tries to sleep. He'll get punished for it, for slacking off, for sleeping outside, for missing his training, for being alive.

He hugs himself and closes his eyes. Maybe he should have died during that night hunt, it would have hurt less.

---

Jingyi wakes up to the sound of a guqin and flute duet, so beautiful that he wonders if he is being played the music of heavens. Has he died? Has everyone left him to die of exposure in the bunny field? It must have been bothersome getting rid of his body...

But slowly, ever so slowly, the music floats Jingyi back into his body, into his consciousness, and his eyes open, gradually, to a world of decorated ceilings and sandalwood incense.

"Jingyi!" Sizhui shouts, excited and relieved, dropping all decorum to hug his friend over the edge of the bed. Jingyi moves his pupils to his... classmate, equal parts surprised and disgusted.

"Why are you like this?" he asks, cold and disinterested. "Since when do you care?"

Sizhui blinks away unshed tears, a shocked, scared expression on his face. "What do you mean? I've always - I've been here by your bedside all this time! You've been - after you got hit in my place you passed out and -"

"And you left me to die." Jingyi adds, his tone sharp.

"What?! No! Hanguang-Jun carried you all the way to the inn and we've been trying to find a way to break the curse the beast imprinted on you for over a week! We rushed to the Cloud Recesses the moment we realized we couldn't wake you up and Zewu-Jun has been helping us scour the forbidden section of the library for a cure!"

Jingyi listens, but doesn't know whether to believe it or not. Haven't these people... all this time, haven't they treated him like...

"They even - They wrote a new song for you, something to break the curse, like cleansing but much more difficult. Only Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei can play it, because they need Zewu-Jun to play Cleansing for them after, that's how strong it is!"

What kind of song could that even be...? Why would they risk their lives and their health for...

"They just finished today's session and I've been waiting here to see if you wake up this time. And you did!"

Jingyi blinks a few times, looks around the room, looks at the way Sizhui is almost crying and at how tight he's holding onto Jingyi's hand.

"What... what kind of curse did I get hit with...?"

"One that makes you live your worst fears over and over until you take your life during the illusion... which leads to a powerful qi deviation that... kills you for real..."

"So... everything I just lived through was... not real?"

"No, not at all! We've been so worried whatever you were experiencing would make you break that-"

Sizhui's breath is knocked out of him the moment Jingyi pulls him in an impossibly tight hug. He can't stop his tears from flowing, but this time they're happy, grateful tears that he sheds right into Sizhui's robe.

"It was terrible! All of you, and Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei acted like I was worthless and an inconvenience and left me and nobody even looked at me, not even the bunnies and-"

The door slides open to reveal Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei, both visibly worried. "Has Jingyi-"

But their eyes fall on the two hugging friends and immediately rush to check on him. Hanguang-Jun gently takes his wrist to check his meridians, and Senior Wei looks him over carefully before reaching behind Jingyi's head and pulling two needles out of his skin.

"Welcome back among the living!" Senior Wei greets, playful as usual, but his relief is palpable in the soft gaze he sends Jingyi. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Jingyi smiles, real and bright, "Happy."

"Your qi is balanced, your core filtered out the curse completely." Hanguang-Jun announces, a rare smile on his lips. "I am glad you're alright."

And then Jingyi finds himself embraced by the two, and it's his turn to have his breath knocked out of him.

"Don't ever do this to us again, you little rascal!" Senior Wei chides. "I barely slept at all this past week worrying over my little honorary son!"

"Honorary...son?"

"We consider you part of the family." Hanguang-Jun completes. "If you are alright with that."

A joyful laugh escapes Jingyi, and it's so infectiously happy that everyone joins in.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts #ljy #wangxian #lsz #ive been writing this in the train since like 7 am #ill probably write more today since im on the go for 16h #anyways hope you like it!!

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aebi12 · 6 months ago

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"Resentment" - Chapter 7 [AemondxRhaena]

Summary

He is the cause of her sufferings. He took her dragon, her betrothed, and her father. Now, he will also take away her future by having to marry him.

With so much history and bad blood between Rhaena and Aemond, their forced union has everything to fail, except that the proximity will make them discover that perhaps they have more in common than it seems.

AU - the Greens win the war.

Masterlist with previous chapters

Tags: enemies to lovers, romance, angst, drama, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

Please remember that english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for the mistakes...

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The bells ring in the city every hour from dawn, marking the beginning of the Mother's Festival.

Rhaena, who has spent another night plagued by nightmares, is already tired of the din they cause, but she forces herself to put on a cordial expression as she smiles at every noble she meets on her way to the throne room.

“It is a splendid day,” Marianne comments as they cross the patio, the incipient sun warming them deliciously to counteract the strong wind that is beginning to be felt now that the days are getting shorter and shorter.

“If you say so,” Rhaena sighs, wanting just to go back to bed.

They make the rest of the journey in silence, the lady being aware of how tired her lady seems.

When both are announced in the Throne Room, Rhaena is surprised to find enormous tables filling the space.

“It is tradition that the Crown offers the first meal,” says Marianne, “Come on, I will accompany you to the table of honor.”

Rhaena sighs again, but she walks purposefully to the head table under the throne, where Queen Alicent and the kinslayer are already seated side by side. Even though the feast hasn't started yet, they don't talk to each other. The prince plays with the knife he has next to his plate while the dowager queen seems deep in her thoughts.

“Good morning, Your Grace, my prince,” Rhaena greets with gentle courtesy and a polite smile.

“Lady Rhaena,” Alicent reciprocates the gesture and points to the seat on the other side of her, “Come sit, we will begin soon.”

The girl smiles at Marianne and says goodbye with a smile before taking her place next to the dowager queen.

“It is a very beautiful morning, don't you think, Your Grace?” She comments remembering her lady's words from a while ago.

“Very auspicious,” Alicent nods, “I take it this is your first time attending the Festival?”

“It is, my queen.”

“I trust that you will be able to fully appreciate everything it means.”

“I am very excited to hear the sermons of the High Septon,” she lies easily.

Alicent seems pleased because she smiles genuinely and turns to her, taking the young girl’s hands. Rhaena tries not to flinch at the sudden gesture and holds her gaze. The woman's eyes travel over her face, examining her hairstyle and the dress she is wearing, “It is a beautiful dress, very appropriate for the occasion.”

Rhaena nods. The dress had arrived the previous afternoon along with six others, presumably for each day of the festival. They were all black and, the one that had indicated the note that she had to wear today, had gold dragons embroidered on the sleeves and part of the skirt. Ostentatious without being vulgar, Marianne had commented, examining the discreet neckline. “I appreciate your generosity in sending me such beautiful outfits, Your Grace.”

Surprise appears on Alicent's face, who frowns, "I did not send you the dress, Lady Rhaena."

"No? But I thought…” She stops talking, internally wondering who would have an interest in her wardrobe. The only answer that comes to her mind is the kinslayer, as controlling as he had been about her participation in the festival. But it certainly couldn't have been him.

Alicent, who seems to have had the same idea, turns to her son, who had apparently been paying attention to their conversation as he simply nodded at his mother.

Rhaena can't help but widen her eyes and feel her heart flutter, her face paling as she notices that Aemond's jacket has the same designs as her dress in the same color tone.

A septon cuts the tense atmosphere as he addresses the Court and Rhaena looks away. Alicent, who immediately closes her eyes concentrating on the man's prayers, releases her hands and she clenches them into a fist, furious at the stupid dress and at having to participate in the whole pantomime of faith.

The septon continues his words, and Alicent gives a short speech before everyone begins to eat. Rhaena just nibbles on a fruit, having lost her appetite and eager to get it all over with.

And the day hasn't even started, that little voice in her head says as everyone stands up to head towards the carriages that will take them to the Great Sept.

Rhaena, like the Dowager Queen and the Kinslayer, remain at the head table until the room is cleared of most of the attendees, which is when Alicent stands and signals to them both.

“It was a lovely detail you had with Lady Rhaena,” Alicent takes her son's hand and offers him a cordial smile.

The prince seems amazed by his mother's gesture and, although he does not show much with his expression, Rhaena can notice that he seems pleased and that the beginning of a smile seems to appear on his lips.

“You should take the opportunity to ask the Mother to bless you with a child as soon as possible once the wedding takes place,” the words are directed towards Rhaena, who feels color filling her cheeks.

Oh. So, this is was why they wanted her to participate, she thinks. She had had to realize before that, for Alicent -a woman raised in a city that was at the center of the Faith in Westeros- an occasion like the mother's festival presented an opportunity for the gods to intervene on behalf of the heirs of the crown.

“I will do the best I can, Your Grance,” she says in a small voice.

Alicent bids them farewell, and for a moment, Rhaena doesn't know what to do, her gaze meeting Aemond's.

“It is time,” he says simply, starting to walk.

This time, however, he does not advance with his usual long strides, but - to Rhaena's horror - he follows in her footsteps, practically staying at her side, although without trying to start a conversation.

When they get into the carriage the silence hangs over them and not in a pleasant way. Alicent Hightower's words resonate in her mind like a shock of reality for Rhaena who, suddenly, seems fully aware that in a couple of weeks she will have to marry Aemond Targaryen. She will have to share a bed with him. How had time passed so quickly? A cold sweat run through her body and Rhaena squeezes her hands trying to calm her nerves, although she finds them sticky and tries to dry them in the folds of her skirt.

"Enough"

Aemond's commanding voice breaks the silence, his hard gaze focused on her.

"What?"

“Stop squirming in your seat. Can’t you sit still for a few minutes?”

Rhaena clasps her hands in her lap and holds his gaze, “Couldn't you take another carriage if you can't stand my presence?”

“From now on and for the next seven days we will be together most of the day,” Aemond replies after a few seconds, “And you will have to sit for long periods during prayers. Do you plan to continue acting so inappropriately on all those occasions? The council had told me that, unlike your sister, you did know how to behave like a lady."

His comment manages to annoy her, but she tries to keep a neutral expression, “I know well what is expected of me, my prince.”

"Good"

Aemond cocks his head and Rhaena continues to glare at him. The nerves from a while ago, lack of sleep and hunger coming together inside her.

“Can't you look away?” the prince asks under his breath

“Why did you send me new dresses?” The question just falls out of her mouth.

“Because the ones you have didn't measure up”

His answer and his arrogant tone infuriate her, “My dresses are all appropriate. This one, however…”

“Dignify your house and the position you will soon assume”

His voice is sharp and it is the first time that he openly refers to their upcoming marriage, so Rhaena is left for a few seconds without knowing what to respond.

The carriage stops near the sept, and the girl stands up, ready to get out of there as soon as possible, but Aemond basically pushes her without much gentleness against the seat so that he can get off first.

Rhaena mutters a curse under her breath and stands up again, only now, when she peeks her body out of the carriage, she finds the prince standing offering her his hand to get off.

“Take my hand at once,” he orders when she does nothing but look at him.

Rhaena considers to be rude towards him, but in the end, she realizes it is not worth it. Not when she is going to have to spend the next few days by his side. It is better not to contradict him and try to be on his good side. If there is one.

“Thank you, my prince,” she responds with an adorable smile.

The prince's long fingers take her hand more gently than she expects and, as soon as she gets out of the carriage, they let go.

Fortunately, Aemond does not insist on taking her arm as they walk, although he does move closer than usual to Rhaena as they climb the stone stairs to the sept's entrance.

The smell of incense is the first thing that greets her upon entering and it takes a few seconds for her eyes to get used to the dim lighting of thousands of candles that are lit throughout the premises. Seven enormous statues line one of the walls, but one of them is more ornate than the others. Several worshippers are there kneeling before the representation of the Mother, while hundreds of others are already crowded in the atrium.

Rhaena looks quickly at everything before following Aemond towards the chairs placed under the main altar, where the High Septon already stands. Behind the chairs set aside for the Crown, there are dozens of others that have been occupied by courtiers and knights. Rhaena smiles warmly at them before sitting down on the velvety cushion next to her betrothed.

Just as Marianne had said, it was all extremely tedious. The high septon reads long passages from the Seven-Pointed Star and reflects on them, before continuing with the hymns, special requests and other rites.

The hours seem to pass stormily slowly and, when the religious says goodbye, Aemond makes no move.

“Why should we stay here?”

“As an act of respect and atonement”

“I have no sins to atone for,” Rhaena replies, “Now, if you are going to remember yours, I imagine we'll be here for a while.”

Aemond's hand takes her by surprise by closing around her wrist and squeezing. Rhaena turns to look at him, outraged, but he continues with his eyes closed in false prayer.

"Let go!" she whispers, “It is not my fault you have so much to confess.”

He lets her go, but the look he throws at her warns her that it's best to stay quiet.

Rhaena bites her tongue and looks away to inspect the sept, taking in the details of the wall decorations, murals, and stained glass. It is all very beautiful, majestic even, although she lacks the closeness to Faith that would probably make her appreciate the place even more.

You used to pray to these gods, remembers the voice in her head, the image of a girl in a white nightgown and an egg that didn't hatch painting in her mind.

“Come on, it is time to go back to the Fortress.”

Aemond's voice cuts through her memories and Rhaena feels her legs go numb as she stands up, having to flex them a couple of times before following the prince.

A small crowd stands outside the sept, gathered and apparently waiting to watch the city's nobles and princes. A little girl points her finger at her and says something to her mother while touching her hair, excited. Rhaena smiles at the child, and walks down the stone stairs as several people happily chant her name.

Aemond is at her side immediately, “What do you think you are doing?”

“I am greeting the people, obviously,” she replies, “They are calling my name.”

“That doesn't mean you should go to them.”

Rhaena stops herself from rolling her eyes, smiles at him with false tenderness, and continues walking towards the people. She knows that Aemond won't try anything against her in front of the crowd, so she approaches the little girl.

“It is for you, princess,” the girl says happily, handing her a flower.

“It is beautiful,” Rhaena smiles at her, “Thank you so much.”

Rhaena shakes her hand and also her mother's, the other people extend theirs to do the same.

“You are very beautiful, Lady Rhaena” “Your father was a great man, my lady” “May the gods bless you.” These are some of the praises she receives before saying goodbye to the people and returning to Aemond, who has not moved from his previous position.

"Shall we go now?"

Rhaena goes to the carriage in which they arrived and sits, feeling the prince's penetrating gaze on her.

“I didn't do anything wrong,” she comments after several seconds of suffocating silence.

He doesn't respond and only speaks to her again when the carriage stops in the castle courtyard, “Wear the red dress tomorrow.”

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Hello there~

This is a short one but I just felt like it needed to end here.

As usual sorry for the mistakes, I don't have much free time these days.

The next chapter will be probably posted sunday/monday.

@ammo23 @qyburnsghost @niocel @ithoughtulikedme @avidreader73 @jenmakeusin10

Please let me know what you think! And if you would like to maybe be tag in the next chapters :)

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#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #ao3fic #prince aemond #resentment #rhaena targaryen #angst #rhaena of pentos #drama #eventual smut #enemies to lovers #slow burn #family drama

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bhaalbaaby · 1 year ago

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Title: genesis (3532 words) Pairing: astarion/tav Warnings: nsfw, fluff and smut A/N: more from astarion's pov lol ♥ very intimate; part three for moonlight on the river

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Sarnarei glares at the Candulhallow's Tombstone, arms crossed. They spent fifteen minutes tearing the empty shop apart looking for the evidence for the murders. Karlach yawns as she checks the desk for the fifth time.

"Do you still have the journal from Dolor?" Shadowheart asks Sarnarei, stress lining her face. "I do, but I left it in my trunk."

"I suggest we go back and read it. There may be a key hidden there. Or at least a clue." Shadowheart replies, heading to the front of the building. Karlach follows, nodding. "Plus we can take a little break. It is getting a little late, soldier."

Sarnarei looks over at Astarion who waves his hand flippantly, "We can fight the big bad Bhaal once we're more rested." She grimaces but follows their party out.

As soon as they arrive, she tears through the chest, pulling out all the journals and tatted notes she saved looking for any sign. Astarion rests on the bed next to it watching as their merry party speaks to each other, waiting.

"I still want to at least figure out how to enter. We can go out for a moment. Whatever rests there, we won't fight tonight." Sarnarei says softly, mostly to herself.

"Do we have to go back out? I think we're all pretty exhausted." Astarion whispers, his eyes drinking in her dress, the way her hair falls in front of her face. He loves how determined she is. He holds himself back, wanting to kiss her and maybe more. She hasn't done anything different and yet...

She glances up at him, tilting her head to the side, not picking up on his cue. "Are you sure?"

He smirks, how adorable is she when she's clueless? His eyes flick up to Wyll who passes by as he nods, "Exhausted. So tired." He says it louder than necessary so the horned man could hear. Wyll turns, raising his eyebrow as he glances at Astarion. The vampire cuts his eyes to Sarnarei and then back to Wyll, hoping his silent pleas would be understood.

Wyll nods, a cheeky smile coming to his lips as he yawns so loudly, "I'm ready to turn in for the evening. How about you, Shadowheart? Halsin?" Astarion glares at the Warlock's back at the mention of Halsin. He didn't mind sharing her with him, especially when they weren't physical. The idea still doesn't bother him, at least he thinks. The two of them didn't spend that much time together from what he noticed anyway. When they did speak, they weren't physical. Maybe they broke up and she didn't tell him.

"Hmm, I could rest for the night," Halsin says, coming over to Sarnarei's side. "Is everything alright, my heart?" My heart.

Astarion keeps up his smirk, his mind racing with the possibilities in case Halsin chooses to stay.

She nods, turning to him, "Yeah, I found what I needed, but I don't want to overburden you all." She says sweetly, closing the trunk.

"Of course." He glances over at Astarion, "How are you handling everything?" He asks, his voice full of concern.

"Better. Thank you, Halsin." He gives him a curt nod. The druid raises his eyebrow, a compassionate smile on his lips. "I think we're going to go take Lakrissa up on her offer. Have a night to just relax while we can."

Karlach appears out of nowhere her vibrant smile brightening up the room as she wraps her arm around Halsin. "Fuck yes. Let's go! I hear they have a super funny comedian on tonight. I want to laugh my stomach bursts." She shoots a look at Shadowheart, "You can heal that, right?"

The cleric smirks as she rolls her eyes, "I would prefer it not come to that, but I will do my best." The rest of the crew filter out, Halsin being the last.

"Don't keep her too long, Astarion." He teases, winking as he closes the door.

He takes a deep breath as he returns to Sarnarei, who stands at her entrance a bit bewildered. "Alone with a bed." He says, ignoring her suspicion as he sits back down. He's bedded thousands, but the thought of being intimate with her makes him so anxious. Her confusion leaves as she sits next to him, concern taking over.

"I would like a night of passion with you, Sarnarei. If I can't handle it, I'll let you know so we can stop. I know that look in your eyes. You don't want me to feel distressed and we've been going slow, but I don't want to wait any longer. I think I'm ready." He states, taking her hands into his own.

She licks her lips, glancing up at him. "If you feel uneasy at any point, we will stop." She replies, moving closer. She misses him, misses his body against her own, but holds him in such regard. It would hurt her to the core if she did anything and he just went along with it to make her happy.

He nods, leaning forward, and kissing her slowly. He sucks on her bottom lip, dragging his teeth carefully along it. He leans her against the pillows, not breaking their kiss. She moans softly as her arms wrap around his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pulls away, gazing upon his lover. She searches his face as her hands go to his ornate jacket, pulling at the buttons.

"I love you," He whispers as he shrugs the jacket off, letting it fall off the bed. His hand slips between her thighs, his fingers gently gliding along her pelvis over her pants.

"I love you too," She whispers back, rocking her hips against his touch. She slips her hand down along his pants where his cock stands half hard. He shudders at her touch, focusing on finding her pants, and dragging them off.

Her hands return to her body, fiddling with the corset top. His eyes stay glued to her chest, watching as they fall from the lack of support. He swallows hard as he leans down, replacing her hands with his own as he undoes her corset, taking the pretty and sturdy fabric from her torso, and adding it to their clothing pile. She whimpers as his kisses return to her neck and collarbone, his talented fingers massaging her chest through her beige sleep top. She closes her eyes as he runs his fingers along her top.

"Can I please you first?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Astarion pauses in between his kisses, raising his eyebrow. "Please me first?"

She nods as she sits up, her hand returning to his hardening cock. "You always please me first. I want to make sure you're sated." She explains, tracing her fingers up to his loosened frilly shirt, dragging it over his body. He nods after a moment, considering. The worst thing is that he could disassociate, but Sarnarei's attention and focus are so acute on him, that she would notice and stop in her tracks. He feels like a burden as he rests on the other side of the daybed. "Tell me to stop if you don't like it." She whispers, helping him out of his trousers. He gives another nod as she pecks him quickly, her soft body caressing his.

"My sweet, I can handle a blowjob." He says sarcastically, running his fingers through her hair as she slides between his legs.

Astarion watches her with heated eyes as she holds his cock in her hands. He exhales deeply as he looks up at the ceiling, her hands gently stroking him. She leans down, pressing soft kisses along his shaft. He closes his eyes, keeping his hands to himself. Before he would have forced her mouth open, fucking her mouth hard, hearing her gags and whimper. But he lets her take her time now, her tongue tasting him. She smiles up at him as she reaches his tip, her tongue rolling around it. Her fangs peak just underneath her full lips, framing his cock so dangerously. He groans softly, his knee coming up as he gently pets her hair. Just focus on her, his mind repeats as she opens her mouth, guiding his cock down her throat. He watches as she closes her eyes, bobbing her head along his shaft. She moans softly as she drags her fingertips along his inner thighs, her eyes cutting up to his.

His breathing quickens as he massages her scalp, her mouth perfectly warm around his shaft. His fingers grip her hair, his hips trying to thrust lazily into her mouth to quicken her speed. He can't help it, moaning as her tongue rests against the thick underside vein, gently pressing along it as she massages it with each bob. Halsin must have taught her that, he thinks quickly as he tosses his head back.

"My love..." He moans, trying to keep in the present. She pulls up, stroking him. "You are being too devilishly good." He purrs as she rubs him off, feeling proud of herself.

"Oh?" She asks before sucking his pink tip again, her plump lips the perfect frame around it. He closes his eyes briefly as she takes him as far as she can, her mewls muffled. His hips buck against her mouth as he feels himself getting lost in the pleasure.

Too dangerous, too tempting.

"That's enough. I need you." He says, dragging her head up to his cold lips. She laughs softly against his lips, kissing him back. He pushes her back, rolling to be on top of her. His hard cock presses along her warm slit but he pulls away, quickly lying on his stomach as he buries his head between her thighs.

She arches her back, her hips pressing against his mouth. She can barely get her bearings as his tongue prods her apart. Her moans fill the room as his tongue laps at her clit. Her hands tug her shirt off before returning to her breasts, playing with her nipples as she watches his feast. She bites her lip, her breathing quickening. She missed this, so much. Sure she's had others now, but Astarion... She closes her eyes as she moans, her legs resting on his shoulders. He could taste her getting closer, her clit becoming more engorged with each suckle. He comes up for air gently biting her inner thigh before making a trail of kisses up her belly, her chest, and her mouth. He finds focusing on her makes it more enjoyable. She's so reactive to him, the way her tongue rolls around with his, her moans. He breaks the kiss, giving her time to breathe.

He rubs his cock against her, remembering how much physically he loves the ridges above her slit. He's so sensitive already from his want for her, that he takes a deep breath, trying not to get overwhelmed. He gently thrusts inside of her, both of them moaning. He laughs softly as she looks away, her cheeks flushed.

He holds himself above her, wanting to watch her every reaction as he starts to rock his hips. Her brows knit together as she whimpers tiny prayers to some unknown god. He smiles to himself, how dramatic she is being. He hasn't even done anything yet. He picks up his pace, needing more of her reactions, her moans. "Ah, I love you... Oh, my love." She whines, her hands covering her face as she pants. He frowns as he thrusts harder, taking her hands from her face, their fingers interlacing.

"Please don't hide your face from me." He says, pounding into her. She nods, her brows knitting up as she looks up at him. Her watchful eyes meet his, a quick assessment before he rolls his hips against hers. A distraction, he thinks as she cries out, looking away again. She clenches around him as she opens her legs more for him. He can feel himself slipping into overdrive, doing it until he releases. This will be an uphill battle. He wants to stay in the moment so badly, but the motions are the same. The same sensations he'd felt for so long.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, holding him closer, making him slow down. His breathing catches in his throat as she kisses him softly, their hips rocking together. The act brings him back to the moment, his hand leaving hers as he cups her breast, tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

She breaks the kiss, whimpering. Their foreheads touch, and their breathing becomes one. He brushes his nose against hers, their lips barely touching as they pant. His hips grind, burying himself deep inside.

"Astarion..." She moans, her hands resting on either side of his head, their eyes locking.

He grins, picking up his pace again. "Like that?" He asks, feeling electricity in their touch, their gaze.

"Y-y-yes!" She stammers, struggling to keep up. Her tail rests on the back of his thigh, running up and down as he thrusts. He growls, enjoying her gentle touch on his body.

He slows, pulling back. He wants to see the full view again, his hands resting on the underside of her knees. Her arm covers her mouth, muffling her praises as he continues his slow pace. He watches as his cock disappears inside of her warm inviting hole before rocking his hips back. Gods... He doesn't think he'll last long, overwhelmed with his need for her. How gorgeous she is coming undone beneath him. He lets go of her leg briefly, removing her hand from her mouth. "Please, my love. I need to see you." He whispers, returning his hand to her leg. She scrunches up her nose as she looks away, feeling so full from his thrusts.

"Can, can I ride you?" She asks in between cries. He nods laughing softly to himself, reluctant to pull out. He's feeling more alive now, invigorated. She smiles up at him, kissing him quickly, following as he lies on his back. Before she mounts him, she assesses him, staring deeply into his eyes. "We can stop if you want."

He shakes his head, guiding her hips down. "I don't want to." He smiles, kissing her valid worries away.

She whines as he thrusts inside, stretching her again. He doesn't want to give her room to doubt. She saw his familiar face distant look creeping in despite his best efforts. His fingertips gently massage her ass, feeling her tail swipe back and forth between his legs. Her hands rest on his shoulders, her ass rocking back against his thighs.

"You're perfect. So perfect." He whispers as she lifts her hips slightly, trying to find a comfortable pace on her knees.

She rolls her eyes, trying to suppress the smile, moaning out instead. "You're so... Handsome." She replies quickly, feeling his grip tighten on her hips.

His brow quirks up as he smirks, "Oh, go on." He slowly takes over the pace, finding a comfortable rhythm.

She squirms above him, trying to handle his languid thrusts while trying to answer his question, gasping every time he fully sheathes her. "Ah... The Gods took their time... When creating you..." She barely can make out her compliment as he varies his speed, watching as her face contorts with ecstasy.

"They really did, darling, but..." He quickens his thrusts, delighted with himself when her tail wraps around his shin for leverage against his relentless strokes. "I think you could do better."

She whimpers, her nails digging into his shoulders, her breasts bouncing between her arms. "Fuck. Astarion. Please." Her stomach tenses from the immense pleasure. He groans with her, her warm walls clenching around his cock. Her moans become his favorite song, his name on her lips only increasing his need for her. He focuses on the pain from her nails digging into his skin, pounding as hard as he can as she loses her grip, laying on top of him as she cries into his neck.

He slows, giving her a chance to catch her breath, edging her as she rocks her hips, slowly riding him. She sits up after a moment, her eyes still closed as she tries to get more comfortable on her knees after the pummeling. He closes his eyes, enjoying her taking her time, his cock nestled deep inside, his tip pressing against her c-spot. She squirms again as she tries her best to ride him, her legs shaking. He smiles up at her, her brown skin with a soft sheen of sweat.

"Every time I move, I get so overwhelmed." She says quickly, turning her head away from him as she rocks her hips. She glances down at him through her lashes, checking to see if he's still present.

His eyes are hungry as he digs his fingers into her skin, starting to take over the pace again. "My love, I am lost in your pleasure. Those beautiful brown orbs hypnotize me." He starts his thrusts again, her eyes shut tight, her tail gripping him hard. She leans down, wrapping her arms around him as she comes undone above him, his name sung to the heavens. She tosses her head back as she holds herself still against his thrusts. She makes fists against his chest, her orgasm taking her vision.

He's proud of himself, feeling her contract and gush around him. Her pleasure belongs just to him, no one else. He moans with her, not giving her time to relax this time as he leans up, wrapping her in an embrace as he buries his head in her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He grinds against her in this new position, panting against her hot skin. He lifts his hips against her, rutting against her, his tip convulsing inside.

She's too perfect, too close to the sun and like some mortal flying close, he dares try, unafraid of burns. He almost bites her neck out of habit, to eat and spill his seed as he's done for the past centuries. He stops himself, giving her soft unhurried kisses along her neck and chest, as he twitches inside with each thrust. He is so used to going as fast as he can once he feels himself about to cum. Always a race, but he takes his time, feeling more sensitive each time he thrusts inside.

The urge to relentlessly pound her does wash over him, but he keeps at it, her moans cheering him on. He tenses each time her ass comes flush against his skin, nostrils flaring. "Sarnarei..." He whimpers her name, his hands wrapping around her back. "I love you. I..."

She doesn't say it back, not having a chance as she feels his engorged tip pressing against her cervix. She holds him close to her chest as he pants, his body contracting as he holds his hips up, his cock erupting deep inside of her womb.

Neither of them says anything, their haggard breaths and soft sighs fill the silence. Her fingers massage his damp scalp while the others make a small circular pattern on his shoulder. If he could sleep, he would. He would sleep for eternity in her arms. He glances up at her after a moment, a sleepy smile on his face. She returns the sleepy smile, too tired to check him over and assess him. "I love you too," She finally replies, her voice hoarse.

She moves from his lap, letting his now flaccid cock slip out. She whimpers, missing the fullness. Astarion rolls his eyes as he pulls her into a cuddle, staring up at the wooden ceiling. "I was so nervous before..." He admits, laughing to himself.

"Nervous?" She asks, worries lining her face.

"I know. How could I be nervous about something as easy as this." His voice is light but his expression serious as he glances down at his partner. "I wanted you. Craved you. I starved and you brought me back to life. I felt so connected." The worries disappear as she kisses his shoulder. "I still will need more time before we make this a regular occurrence again."

Sarnarei traces another mindless pattern on his chest, nodding. "Take all the time you need. I'll always be here. You know I won't mind." Her smile is warm and understanding. Always so understanding.

He lifts her face towards his, the chaste kiss deepening as he pulls her closer, his thigh brushing against her still swelling clit. She whimpers against his mouth, breaking the kiss. "I can still tease though," Astarion says cheekily.

"Don't tease me too much. I don't know if I can go again." She whines hiding her face.

"Well, in that case, we should probably go down to see this comedian."

Sarnarei grimaces as she lifts her head, feeling exhausted. "We could just stay here."

Astarion nips her neck playfully. "There's too much temptation in this bed... Come, let's go have some fun, my sweet. We can always see where the night takes us." He picks her up with ease, her giggles erupting from her chest as he leads them to the bath to clean up.

#astarion #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #baldur's gate oc #baldurs gate 3 #tav: sarnarei #writing #fanfic #smut

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sunlightandsuffering · 7 months ago

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Whenever Feminist Mikasa pictured herself falling in love, she always imagined she would fall for a nice, respectful guy who's a feminist just like herself. Instead, here she is, on a Wednesday night, anxiously looking at her phone waiting for a 'u up?' text from this asshole she can't get out of her mind💀💀

isn't that how it is FOR SO MANY WOMEN!!! LMFAO UR DESCRIBING LIFE AND THAT'S WHAT'S ROUGH BUT IT'S EREN SO WE'LL ACCEPT IT !!

She hates it, she can't stand it at all, actually just contemplates throwing her phone against the wall.

Because why the fuck is she still awake, it's 1 am, she has class tomorrow at noon, with the very object of her ire actually. And because as of right now he hasn't texted her, she should really be going to sleep, because the very fact that he hasn't texted her means that tomorrow she'll be taking the bus to class, which means she'll have to leave at 9 am, at the earliest, instead of rolling out of Eren's bed at 11:30 and rushing to wake him up in time for class.

She should be happy, she'll go to class refreshed, if not a little windblown from the air outside and switching buses twice, but she'll be wearing clean clothes, freshly showered, and smell like lavender and not Eren's body wash.

It'll be nice. So why the fuck can't she fall asleep, pacing around her room irritably, glancing at her phone every few seconds, her watch to see if a delayed notification has come in. This has been their routine for weeks now, text her at an unseasonably late hour of night, order her an uber to his place, they fuck, too loudly and for far too long, but god is it ever good, and then the next morning, she wakes up at 11:00 on the dot, freaks out, tries to get herself ready and when she inevitably realizes it's 11:45 and Eren is her ride, she wakes him up too. And they both arrive to their gender women's studies class in a haphazard heap of unwashed clothes, smelling vaguely of sex and body wash, and they both go their seperate ways down the aisle of the lecture hall, Mikasa to Sasha and Eren to Jean.

Where the awkward conversations will progress, and Mikasa will lie through her teeth and say she just had a 'rough morning', that her alarm clock didn't go off, and she'll vaguely overhear Eren touting some similar bullshit, but with a lot more chuckles, and suggestive remarks about 'the babe' he'd had over last night. It's an exhausting practice, so why does she want it to continue ?

And yet, even as she falls into bed, teeth brushed, hair combed, skin care complete she can't sleep. It's like she's had an energy drink, a shot of caffeine, 150 mg at 1 am, and she's revving to go with energy.

At 2 am, just as she's about to slip up and take a melatonin she is rewarded for her hard work. It's embarassing how fast she snatches her phone.

Eren Yeager, 2:05 am

u up?

She has never been more relieved in her life. She resists the urge to text back right away, she can't let him know she was waiting, physically aches, pouring over with affection for those two little words. It's a game, how long can she wait before she replies, and how long until he falls asleep, too tired to stay up for her response. Mikasa makes it a whopping five minutes.

Mikasa, 2:10 am

no.

Eren Yeager, 2:11 am

i'm sending ur uber, be ready, i'm fucking tired.

Mikasa, 2:12 am

I hate you.

Eren Yeager, 2:13

👅👅🍆🍆

God why does even his pathetic string of emojis give her the shivers, she's so fucking frat-boy coded now it's ridiculous.

Nonetheless, she gets in the uber anyway.

#fratboy and feminist au #lys's drabbles

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tia-amorosa · 2 months ago

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Sunset Died - Wolff/Sekemoto

Young and old life

Some time later. A rainy afternoon. The sky is cloudy and it won't stop pouring. It's often known as the bad-mood weather, but the mood in the Wolff household couldn't be better at the moment. After being in labor for most of the night, Morgana gave birth to a healthy baby girl in the morning.

The little girl arrived a little early, but little Maureen is doing surprisingly well. “Hello, beautiful. I'm so glad you don't have the same nose as me"/ ‘hnhn, would that have been so bad?, yours has also become more beautiful with age’/ ‘With age… Hey, I'm not retired yet’.

Thornton tried to imagine what she would look like later. But nothing could be deduced from this little human yet. “I'll put her down for now, Sam needs me for a bit today too"/ ‘O.k. what about Yumi?’. After Morgana had put her daughter to bed, she turned to her husband and looked at him with a snivelling expression: “hh, I think she's going to leave us soon. She's sleeping a lot at the moment”.

Thornton stroked his wife's face. “Hm, isn't it true that old people usually often die in winter?” Morgana nodded. “mhm, that's almost normal, their metabolism slows down faster at this time of year. And when people reach a certain age, it sometimes goes faster and sometimes slower. But she really wants to go to the cemetery before she dies to give her son a proper burial. that's her dearest wish.”.

“And what will happen to Sam? She hasn't said anything about it yet…"/ ”hh, I don't know, Thornton. I know she's been in contact with youth welfare office, but I have no idea what she's discussed with them. . He'll be starting school soon and I'm sure he'll have lots of questions at some point. I don't want any strangers answering these questions to him” / ‘hm… I'll take care of him a little. you can rest a little longer’ / ‘hn, thank you’.

Thornton, meanwhile, had no more trouble taking care of Yumi's grandson Sam as well. “hey, what's going on?"/ ‘There's a lot of noise outside and lightning…’/ ‘yeah, the sky must be angry’/ ‘why?’. He looked at the little boy and stroked his head lovingly. “I don't know, maybe someone's been misbehaving"/ ‘not me… Where's Gram'ma?’/ ‘She's tired and asleep’/ ‘hmm, is the sky angry with me?’/ ”What? No, definitely not. I'm making somethin to eat now, okay? And when you've eaten, it'll be nice weather again tomorrow”.

After Sam got his food, the adults also had dinner. Morgana couldn't really sleep. And in the meantime, there were meals with meat again. Even if everyone had to get used to the fact that it was wild meat and not that of domesticated farm animals. They didn't want to slaughter the cows yet, as people wanted to benefit from the milk for as long as possible.

Later. Morgana put Sam to bed because he was already pretty tired from the day. Then she took another look at Yumi. Above all, she listened to her breathing. It was regular and a soft snoring could be heard from time to time. That was something the little boy was familiar with, it even calmed him down a little. but what if he can't hear Grandma's breathing anymore? “Good night, Sam. We're going for a walk tomorrow”.

After looking around the house again to make sure everything was in order, Morgana went into the bedroom. She was very thoughtful, and her husband noticed. “How long do you think she'll last?"/ ”It's really hard to say. Some days she's really well and others… She just wants to stay in bed. I always have to animate her to eat and drink at least. Today I let her sleep most of the time. And tomorrow…I'm going to the cemetery with her”.

“Are you taking Sam with you tomorrow? Shall I accompany you?"/ ”No, I can manage that. You take care of our girl. She makes me so happy, Thornton"/ ‘hehe, I made a special effort to put the right swimmer with you,’ he said jokingly. Morgana couldn't help but giggle softly. “You talk such nonsense sometimes, hnhn ”

“How did you actually come up with the name Maureen?”. Morgana smiled as she recalled her memory. “hn… Back in medical school, I had a fellow student called Maureen. She was beautiful and I was always a bit jealous because she was so good-looking… I don't even remember what subject she chose to become a doctor in the end. But it was a lot of fun with her“/”fun, huh?“/”what you're thinking again. Let's go to sleep now”.

Not only did it rain the whole time during the day, the sky also poured down over the city at night. But as they say again and again? Rain is followed by sunshine. And so Morgana hopes for good weather the next day so that she can accompany Yumi to the cemetery. Because she promised her that she would bring her son to a beautiful place with her. Unfortunately, the cherry tree is not in bloom at the moment. But in spring, who knows… Maybe they'll both be reunited then?

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@greenplumbboblover ⭐

Note: I know the whole thing with the youth welfare office may not be very realistic, but there are still people in the background who you don't see and who survived and are doing their job *wink*

#sims3 #simsstories #sims3 story #sims3 gameplay #morgana wolff #thornton wolff #yumi sekemoto #sam sekemoto #baby Maureen #deep thoughts

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littlebitsmile · 9 months ago

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in flames [C.L.] | Chapter IV

Only one week left before off-season is finally over - don't know how you're feeling, but I'm ready to see what this years grid is bringing along (especially when the drama pre-season hit pretty hard). Let me know what you think of this chapter and if you want to be tagged in future chapters so you never miss out!

Have fun with this one, see you next week xx

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

────ʚ C H A P T E R III ɞ────

My eyes are fixed on the screen in front of me. My hands are steady on the steering wheel, which almost feels like I'm sitting in a real car. The replica cockpit seat is a little more uncomfortable, but only because the actual sports seats are adapted to the driver's back and this one is just a makeshift one. I don't know what time it is or how long I've been driving virtual tracks in this simulator, but I'm starting to get hungry.

I usually love the days I get to spend at headquarters, but the last two weeks have been beyond strange. I don't seem to be on the same wavelength as my new team yet. Fernando has been the only buffer between us so far and hasn't provided a minute of silence.

I feel lost. Since my first days of training camp at Aston Martin, I've felt like I'm constantly having to cut myself back. It's like I've been transported back to my school days. Once or twice I've dreamed of that time - reliving exams I've completed years ago and either missed or failed.

I don't sleep well, but I'm still here every day at seven o'clock sharp in the morning to fit in a few extra training sessions in both the simulator and the gym before everyone else. Maybe I'm just not admitting to myself that it's easier if I arrive before anyone else is sitting at their desk that I need to talk to. The team seems committed, but I notice that everyone is looking at me a little skeptically. The same questions that have been floating around in the newspapers for weeks and months are open and unhindered on their faces, but I'm not actually being asked any questions.

Sometimes I miss the people from Formula 2. In every phone call with Enzo, in which he enquires about my well-being or simply wants to talk about his latest flirt, I notice how my tense shoulders slump and a laugh escapes me here and there. Then another couple of hours pass before I sneak off to the toilet on the third floor, the one that nobody ever uses because it's on the executive level, and gulp down my lunch while closing my eyes and listening to a podcast over and over again.

I tried to get along with everyone, I really did. But after they only exchanged the bare minimum of words with me in the first week, even though I was only trying to make conversation, my enthusiasm waned a little with each passing day. At some point in week two, I brought home-baked cake, which two days later stood hardened and not a bit poorer in the kitchen in the same place where I had initially placed it.

The first few tests in the simulator always ended the same way: Either with in a virtual pile of tires or so slowly that no further comment on my driving style came except an "Again." As soon as I wanted to sit down at a table in the kitchen, everyone suddenly had to get up or was at the end of their lunch break - the only one who regularly stayed seated or called me over was Fernando. But as he's already in meetings for this week's car launch, I have to endure the emotionless stares on my own.

I don't know why I can't find a rhythm. Neither in the car nor with the people around me. I wouldn't normally describe myself as shy. Especially next to Max, I'm often come across as a ray of sunshine – currently I'm feeling more like a never-ending rain cloud.

I take the last bend and step on the gas on the last straight. Then I look at my time. Faster than in the last few weeks but nowhere near Fernando's recent driving. I exhale. "The virtual setup still feels a bit strange in the right-hand bends," I say and look through the glass front to my left, behind which two colleagues are hiding who have been assigned to observation duty - probably involuntarily. All I get from both is a thumbs-up and a fake smile.

My hands find their way to the harness fasteners and free me. My legs move to stand next to the car as if of their own accord. I look towards the ceiling and blink away a few tears before making my way to my next stop. Physiotherapist here I come.

"I miss Enzo," I say after I unbuckle the training tower cables after the last repetition.

"I know, but Sarah's great. I promise," Leonardo replies as he massages my calves. Then again, massage would imply something pleasant - this is true hell. I let out a quick "ow" as he tries to massage a knot.

"I haven't met her yet, maybe I should change that. Do you happen to know when she's due to arrive?"

"Supposedly next week, but you can probably imagine that after her honeymoon she won't be too keen to be physically separated from her husband again." He bends my foot in every possible direction and at the same time tries to work my calf muscles from all sides down to the deepest layer.

"I hope she's more like you. There are already enough people here who don't like me."

Leonardo becomes quiet. I sense that he wants to say something but is holding back. I don't blame him. He has been working for Aston Martin for two years and always talks about how happy he was when he got the job offer. I don't blame him for sticking to his colleagues rather than me. But at least I can talk to him about how I'm feeling at the moment - and sometimes he even sheds some light on things.

The vibration of my cell phone snaps me out of my thoughts. I briefly consider just leaving it and answering it later, but suddenly messages come in every second and I can no longer hold back my curiosity. I stretch to my right and reach for my cell phone. Messages from Enzo.

Have you seen what Mr. Oh-so-perfect just posted?

Below screenshots of Charles Leclerc's Instagram Stories. I'm starting to laugh.

I thought he drives for Formula 1? Like, as a professional? Or is he scared now that Lewis will probably be the new number 1 and steal his spotlight? I quickly type back.

I think it's going to be good music. Have you watched his videos of him playing the piano? I think I fall in love with those hands every time.

Is it possible you can't get that guy from last week out of your head? When did you start stalking Mr. Annoying? Since when is Enzo that interested in the Ferrari driver? Have I missed something?

I'm not stalking. I'm observing. For you.

Thanks, but as long as he's not driving right in front of me on the track and pointing the red back end of his car in my face, I'm not really that interested in him.

Oh, come on! He's cute.

I always thought you had to have talent to be a musician. But nowadays it seems anyone can release new songs. Well, if he goes the way he's producing next season, I don't have much to worry about. I am thinking about that option for a second. A grid without Leclerc? That would be my dream.

You're impossible - you haven't even heard his songs.

No need, thanks :P

A smile creeps onto my lips.

"Is there a friend we don't know about?" Leonardo teases me. I reflexively lock the phone screen and throw my phone back into my bag.

"No, a good friend." I don't want to tell anyone that I'm still in contact with my previous race engineer. I'm still not sure who I can and can't trust here. "Leclerc has apparently released music."

Leonardo laughs. "He's probably trying to build up a second mainstay in case Lewis does become primary driver in 2025."

"You've heard about that too, haven't you? Awesome." I wonder how openly I can speak here, but then discard the idea because I've never been someone who doesn't completely overshare with anyone anyway. "I'm curious to see how his move to Ferrari will play out this season. And especially what it could mean for Fernando."

"Has he spoken to you about it?"

"With me? We've only known each other for what feels like two minutes, I hardly think he's going to reveal his plans to me. But to be honest, I would totally get it. I don't think Mercedes is as bad as everyone thinks."

A moment of silence. Leonardo takes a deep breath, and I almost don't notice that he starts to speak.

I continue bluntly: "On the other hand, where is Carlos going? I think it's a shame for him. So much work, so much ambition, he was the only one who could at least halfway hold a candle to my brother. But maybe Mercedes is going in a completely new direction? So many questions all buzzing around in my head and somehow I can't talk to anyone about it, so I'm sorry if I'm making you feel too tired."

"Why do you feel that way? That you can't talk to anyone, I mean."

"Difficult subject. But it's been on my mind for a while. Both the Lewis to Ferrari issue and the fact that I'm always being ignored here."

"Emma, can I ask you an honest question?" Leonardo stops massaging my thighs and I sit up. He's looked so tense since our session started - maybe I should suggest he books a massage with his physiotherapist.

"Are you planning to go to Mercedes?"

Silence. I know for a fact that my expression is slipping, and a furrow is forming between my eyebrows. My eyebrows rise as if of their own accord and a neutral "What?" slips past my lips.

"If Toto Wolff called you tomorrow and asked if you would consider driving for Mercedes next year - would you...would you at least think about it?" Now Leonardo looks me in the eye with a serious expression. I shake my head and laugh.

"As if they would ask me."

"Would you?" he asks again with emphasis.

"I guess that's what it comes down to. If my team doesn't want me here, and, no offense, that's the impression I'm getting right now, why wouldn't I move to a structure where they obviously want me?" I haven't thought about the question that much myself - simply because the announcement of Lewis Hamilton's move to Ferrari only became public a week ago and caused quite a stir. I can well imagine that there are some drivers who are keen on the Mercedes seat.

Leonardo thinks about his next words, I can see it on his face. "My question is whether this is simply a stepping stone for you."

My heart stops with this question. I shake my head vigorously. "Oh my God, no, never. I was... I was so happy when it was decided that I could be part of your team. I can learn so much from Fernando and I think it will be good for me to move outside my comfort zone. My previous team was with me for some time, so a breath of fresh air is never a bad thing. At least I think so. If I had hoped for a better deal...", I raise both my hands and bend my index and middle fingers to make quotation marks, "...I would only have had to wait another year. Red Bull kept ringing my doorbell, but I didn't want to be associated with Max all the time. That's why I'm here."

Leonardo exhales, visibly relieved. "Try to be patient with the others. Everyone's been a bit tense since Lewis' transfer was announced, especially with Fernando. Now, everyone is trying to assess you. Whether you take after your father or Max or..."

"...or whether I have my own quirks? I promise, I have them." Suddenly it all makes sense. If the team can't be sure if I'll even be here when they're building the car for next year, then it's only logical not to invest 100% of their energy in something that's already got one foot out the door.

I turn to him and hold out my wrists. He reaches behind him and then presses two tennis balls into my hand - coordination training. I exhale in annoyance.

"If you just be yourself during pre-season testing, everyone will realize that you're an asset to us. I promise." I smile. Then I think of the heat in Bahrain, the left and right turns and the feeling of sitting in our new car for the first time. The sizzling feeling in the air. The smiles, the people, the anticipation. That really weird feeling in my fingers, my breath patterns and my heartbeat, when the first few laps start to feel less overwhelming. This thought puts a smile on my face for the rest of the week that not even the lunch breaks in the women's toilet can wipe away.

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#f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #charles leclerc #slow burn #f1 imagine #haters to lovers

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lipeg · 10 months ago

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Who is really Sun Wukong?

A sandstorm has taken over the Vacuo desert.

But one person could be seen walking during the sandstorm.

That person was none other than Jaune Arc.

Using a tunic to protect yourself from the area. His aura was shining like a star as he walked through the desert.

Meanwhile, he thought about something.

Jaune arrived at one of the police stations.

One of his men who was surprised by the sudden arrival of the general chief of police.

Mika: Sir what to bring here

Jaune: I need any information on Sun Wukong's whereabouts

Mika started working on the computer.

Mika: Oh, but Boss

Jaune: Hm?

Mika: His name is not Sun Wukong

Jaune: No?

Mika: his real name is—

In Jaune's mind, he was impressed by the facts.

First: Sun Wukong is actually the name of a great war general from Vacuo

Second: Sun is a descendant of Sun Wukong

Third: Sun hid his real name and started using his ancestor's name

Jaune was on his way to a place he didn't even believe existed.

The great Sun Wukong was an enigma, so much so that his martial arts skills were said to be out of this world.

His body was buried in an oasis that was hidden somewhere in the desert.

Jaune didn't believe he could find this place.

Jaune used his evolved Semblance to protect himself from the sandstorm, your eyes were shining, this was part of the new abilities of his evolved Semblance.

Allow him to see a person's aura, even if the person hasn't yet unlocked your aura.

He had been walking for hours, he was determined to find the Sun.

Jaune: Wait

Far in the distance he saw a small golden glow.

Jaune: Could it be him

He started running.

With his Semblance improving his aura, his physical attributes were improving.

Jaune ran very fast.

Jaune noticed that the sandstorm was getting weaker, but especially for him, because of his semblance, the storm did not exist, only strong winds affected him.

But he soon saw that the sandstorm was happening, so he realized that he had arrived at the location.

The sandstorm lasted an hour on average, but the storm had only started 5 minutes ago.

Jaune took a few more steps forward and he arrived at the scene.

Looking ahead there was no sandstorm but behind him the sandstorm was still raging.

Jaune: Apparently I arrived at the place

He had arrived at the oasis.

For him, an oasis that was not touched by the sandstorm was very strange.

The oasis was very beautiful, the hot desert climate did not destroy anything, there were countless very large trees.

Jaune: Sun! Sun! Sun!

Jaune walked calmly called by Sun.

He deactivated his Semblance so as not to pose a threat to Sun.

Jaune: Sun! Sun, Sun...

Jaune stopped walking.

He stood still, the wind swaying the leaves and branches of the tree.

Between the trees he heard something moving.

Jaune was already tired of it.

Jaune: ENMA!

In an instant Sun, or rather Enma, arrived.

He had taken off his shirt, his eyes were probably from crying, his fists were bleeding, he was probably taking out his anger on stone.

Sun: What do you want

Jaune: Calm

Jaune removed his tunic.

Jaune: I just came to talk, nothing more, nothing less

Jaune walked towards a rock.

Jaune: Come feel

Sun no was convincing.

Jaune: Relax, I'm just here and the only one talking to you. You're not going to jail

Sun sighed and walked to the stone.

Jaune and Sun sat next to each other, both looking out at the crystal clear water of the lake that was in front of them.

Near the lake there was an old staff.

Sun couldn't take it anymore and started to cry.

His arms were resting on his thighs, he held his head down and cried, covering his face with his hands.

Jaune sighed and patted Sun on the back.

Sun cried a lot.

Jaune sighed and patted Sun on the shoulder.

Sun: I do not know what I did wrong

Sun rubbed his right hand across your eyes to wipe away the tears.

Sun:basically did everything she told me to do! I was nice to her, I helped her! I never disrespected her, I always tried to help her as much as I could. I could have lost my life and now I found out that she is a lesbian

Jaune: Calm down Enma, it's normal for your first love to respond to your feelings. Moreover, Blake also has a history with her ex-boyfriend.

Sun: Ex-boyfriend?! Was she not a lesbian!

Jaune: I'll repeat what I said to Blake and Yang, I DO NOT discuss their sexuality

Jaune sighed.

Jaune: I don't care who Blake dates, that's not MY PROBLEM! Vacuo is in a bad situation, we don't need to fight like teenagers in this complicated time, my job here is to try to fix things.

Jaune: Now Enma told me about you. Why are you using your ancestor's name as if it were your real name?

Sun/Enma: Well...

Sun/Enma looked at the old Staff.

Sun: I was left fatherless and motherless. The only thing they had was a book that told the story of the great general Sun Wukong. Legend has it that he was the strongest of all the Faunus that ever existed; at the time, he had the strength to lift eleven Grimms with just one hand, he was a unique Faunus among the monkey Faunus, his body was mostly covered with golden hair, something no other Faunus had

Jaune was thoughtful for a moment.

Jaune: Oh, now I understand

Sun: Understand what?

Jaune looked at Sun.

Jaune: Your ancestor unlocks your animal side

Sun: The what?

Jaune: You've seen something like this before, you of Blake's father when they broke into his house

Sun began to remember the time he and Blake's father fought side by side, he looked like a beast, something Sun himself called Beast Mode.

Sun: So that was it ?

Jaune: Nope

Sun looked at Jaune, he saw that Jaune's eyes were shining.

Sun noticed that Jaune held his head and their auras appeared, Sun's aura only manifested in the back of his head.

Aura manifested in Jaune's right hand.

Jaune: That's far from the animal side. That's something that certain Faunus have naturally, the animal mode is something that's very difficult to achieve, that power. To achieve such a state , you need to reach a state of mind in which you are no longer dominated by your emotions, anger, hate, lust, greed, despair. You get rid of all this.

Sun was a little scared, but his curiosity spoke louder.

Jaune: You need to transcend first, to be able to reach your animal side without transcending it first is very dangerous. Your mind is taken over by animal instincts taking control of your mind. You will never be the same again.

Sun swallowed.

Sun: How do you know that

Jaune looked at Sun with a smile on his face.

Jaune: My ancestor reached this state when he was considered a monster

Sun knew the legend, Diabolos Diogron Sabertooth, the devil on earth for the Faunus there was no one who struck fear into the hearts of the Faunus like Diabolos Diogron Sabertooth.

Sun: So that was why he was so dangerous

Jaune: You don't know the half

Jaune stood up, he wrapped his tunic around his neck and turned around.

Sun: Where are you going?

Jaune: I have work to do in the city.

Sun: But—

Jaune: I came to make you apologize for what you did to Yang and Blake, but you would have asked anyway

Sun: How?!

Jaune: You want to live like your ancestors, to reach the spiritual state necessary to unlock your animal side. After you transcend you'll put things right

Sun: but...

Sun clenched his fists tightly, many had laughed at him when he said he wanted to live like the former great Sun Wukong. The ones who never laughed at him were his colleagues.

Sun: HOW ARE YOU SO SURE!

Jaune: Why. I believe in you

Those words were like a bullet.

Someone believed him.

A stranger really believes in him.

He and Jaune hardly knew one another.

Sun looked at Jaune.

Jaune had a confident smile on his face

Why?

Why he saw that the stars were aligning.

The fate for Enma seemed to be promising.

Jaune managed to hide his smile.

Sun stood there watching Jaune standing there looking up with a big smile on his face.

Jaune: I will be waiting for your return Sun Wukong!

For the first time in his life, he felt that someone real was calling him by that name, the other times, it was like a nickname, but this time, he felt like someone real called him by Sun Wukong.

Jaune walked away, leaving young Enma behind.

Enma fell to his knees on the floor.

Looking at it he looked at the original Sun Wukong's staff.

Enma come to ask her ancestor for help, she prayed to original Sun Wukong helped in battle.

Enma sighed and slapped his own face, sliding his down his face he stood up.

Enma took off his tennis and his gloves.

Enma passed by the old staff and stood facing that lake.

His aura manifested all over his body, he concentrated his aura on his tail, stuck his tail into the ground, and lifted his feet, his tail supported his whole body, he was sitting cross-legged, he held up two fingers on each hand, he pressed the fingers of both hands together to form a triangle without a base.

Enma closed his eyes and his mind emptied completely, when he opened his eyes again.

He was not in the oasis, in fact he was no longer in Vacuo or in the normal world.

He was in the desert, but the sky had burqas on and the Cinderella space was pouring like a waterfall.

There were lots of pieces of glass floating in the air.

He was in the spirit world.

#Diabolos Diogron Sabertooth #rwby9 #rwby #jaune arc #old jaune #jaune police #sun wukong #Let's work Sun Wukong #Ancient Faunus powers

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artilespema · 7 months ago

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(Some of the words are bad written because English is not my first language and I had to use Google translate)

Since I can't post the fully chapters here because for some reason Tumblr keeps cutting them

The full story will be in Ao3

Here's chapter 1

The boy at the station

"..."

The boy remained silent... He didn't say anything, he was sitting on the bench at the bus station, with his hoodie covering his head from the rain... It was a winter night in a new city, Ticci Toby He was waiting for a bus to go to his next stop, where a future victim was waiting for him.

'Damn it, the bus isn't coming' he thought, because the poor guy had stayed on foot, maybe if he hadn't bothered Masky so much, now he himself would be meeting with them and not waiting for a stupid bus.

The 534 arrived, but that bus wasn't... none of them were... How frustrating, he saw people coming and going from bus to bus, none of them even bothered to look at his face, none of them even bothered to say a simple word. ; "good night."

While he was being absorbed in his thoughts, suddenly someone bumped into him, it was so sudden, but it was a girl who was in a hurry, she accidentally fell on him, making him fall too, she was holding some papers... Maybe she was late from school

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" She said panicking, quickly helping Toby up "I'm so sorry Sir!" She said. Her voice was fast and tired. She had clearly run here.

'Sir? Do I have the face of a Sir?' Toby frowned a little, He wasn't a gentleman... Or well, that's what I thought. In his mind he was still that young man who joined the tall faceless man years ago.

The boy remained silent even after being hit, the girl saw that he had a serious look on his face, but he did not show any signs of anger.

"...Okay, okay." It was the only thing he said in her voice, his tone was a little monotone, but he had some kindness in it.

The girl began to pick up the things that had fallen from her, she did not look at his face, but then, she picked up his muzzle and then handed it to him... Seeing his face and his gaping mouth which was horrible, showing his teeth and gums... Usually people would have been scared by that... But the girl didn't even flinch "Here you go, I think it's yours...?" The young woman said as she handed him the mask.

As she looked at him he could see her face, she was young, that was for sure, she had brown eyes, a button-shaped nose, red heart-shaped lips, her nose was a little red, clearly from the cold of the night

Just seeing her made him feel warm…

He grabs his mask and covers his mouth with it again, her beauty immediately caught his interest...he noticed that she had red cheeks and a button-shaped nose, and who had very red lips. He immediately fell in love with her, found her very cute and she was the first person who didn't act terrified around him...

-Thank you.- The boy said, his voice sounded calm and monotonous, while he stared at her.

Ticcy Toby had just found his new obsession.

And what for him was 'Eureka'... For her it was going to become her misery

But let's not get ahead of ourselves... okay?

"Uhm... Excuse me, do you know if the bus to the central station has yet to arrive or if it has already passed?" She asks him quietly as she puts the papers in her ring binder.

"It hasn't happened yet" he replied, his voice and tone were a little different this time, and not to mention that this time he was smiling, although she couldn't see it thanks to his muzzle, but his smile showed its teeth and his scars. He looked at her with curiosity and wonder, he felt comfortable with her for some reason.

"Oh that's good..." She said as she sighs in relief "I have to take it... It's my last bus, you know...?" she said laughing to herself, she was doing it all herself now... Being so... Social? With him? Toby usually doesn't know someone so sociable or maybe he doesn't pay attention to many people at all, usually just to kill them... But she was a bit talkative, which made him feel warm, no one ever bothered to stop and talk to him so much, not when they saw his tics... They usually saw him as a crazy guy on the corner... Which wasn't completely incorrect.

Toby realized that she hadn't even introduced herself properly, so he wanted to ask her what her name was, but then for some reason he felt a little shy about it, probably because he hadn't talked so much to another person before. But the feeling of knowing about her was more and more intense, he needed to know who she was.

"Your name?" he asked as he looked into her eyes.

She paused for a second before letting out a small gasp. "Oh, right! How rude of me..." she said, he could quickly guess that she was a rather nice and warm girl, quite energetic... But It was a normal thing for extroverted people. "I'm Aura Maria." She said raising her hand for a handshake... She wasn't afraid of touching a strange looking stranger at all it seemed.

Most people would have found it quite strange to touch him, he took her hand and shook it, he tried to keep calm and his emotions under control, but looking at her made them go out of control.

"Toby... My name is Toby" he said a little nervously, as he felt his heartbeat speed up and the sensation of his throat getting dry.

'What's the matter? She is a Girl, not something extraordinary. You kill people, there's no point in being nervous. This is shameful. Calm down now Tobias.' His brain scolded him

'But she's a pretty girl, she's nice, what am I going to eat? Wait what?' He got off topic.

"Oh-!" she said, well his handshake was quite strong "Heh, you have a strong grip" she jokes a little "anyway... Toby hmm? that's a cute name..." she says... Then she looks at around, she still held some papers and a folder in her hands, she also had a white backpack on her back, she was probably heading home.

"Well, your name sounds really nice too... T-Those letters and that backpack are school things?" he asked, still trying to stay calm and not let his nerves take control of his mind. He really wanted to know more... To talk to her, but he had to act calmly so as not to scare her.

She looks at him and nods with a small moan of boredom. “Ah- yeah… You know, boring stuff.”

"I have to bring this all the time and it's horrible since I live three hours from my school" she says rolling her eyes, she didn't really care about telling her problems to someone she just met fifteen minutes ago.

"Three hours?" he says he... he was surprised by this "I guess from this that you live quite far away... No?" He said in a soft tone, he just wanted to talk to her more just to stay with her, maybe try to hold her hand while they talked. But he didn't...he was becoming more and more obsessed with her, she was adorable, cute and charming, all the feelings of love, desire, obsession and adoration ran through his body every time he looked at her.

"Yes, I live in the suburbs..." she said as she let out another sigh. "There aren't that many schools there, so I have to travel quite a bit."

"That must be exhausting."

"How about you?"

"Well..." he looked at her for a moment before answering "I live pretty far from the bus station... A good 30 miles... I'm usually home, which is why I haven't really gone that far..."

"Oh, that's good...and what school are you in?" she asks innocently, thinking that he's probably her age or something.

Her eyes darted away from her, he didn't want to lie to her but he also didn't want to give her his personal information... After all she was quite sincere "I don't really go to school... I'm 21, you know." He Said

Her eyebrows raise. “Really?!” she said surprised "Hah, you look younger! I thought you were 19 or something well, you're lucky, you don't have to worry about this" she said referring to school.

"Yes..." he said a little awkwardly, his expression was shy as he looked at her again, his heart was beating so fast, he felt extremely nervous and shy around her, something he had never seen before. sense. "Um...do you mind if I ask about your age? I wonder how old you are to go home alone after school" he finally asked, something he wanted to ask since before but she stopped himself.

'You don't ask ladies how old they are' is something his mother would say.

"I'm eighteen" Aura María answered

Toby raised his eyebrows, she was quite young compared to him, a slight age difference... But he didn't really care at this point, she was cute and charming, and he really liked her so... He looked at her. for a few seconds, and said calmly while looking into her eyes "You're young..."

"Hehe, yeah, we're four years apart, huh?" She said as she sat on the bench, she was feeling a little tired, after all she ran to the station only for the bus to be late.

It was true that the age difference was a little big, but at least she was technically a legal adult.

Toby watched her sit up, the expression on her face was really soft and kind, he was looking at her with a little blush on her cheeks that luckily was covered by his muzzle. He was enjoying her conversation, it was really different from him when he normally talked to someone. When she sat on the bench and he looked at her, he wanted to do the same but got shy. "Can I sit with you?" The young proxy asked

Aura María let out a small laugh. "No," she said, but it was obvious that she was playing with him. "Of course you can, it's a public bench." She moved to one side of her to make room for him.

The sudden response amused him a little, he understood that she was joking, but for a few seconds he seriously thought that she would not let him sit with her until she made room for him. His face was all red and little tics were present, he couldn't believe he was approaching her like that "Thank you" he said, he sat close to her, his body language was that of someone shy, although usually he was someone confident, manipulative and really annoying (Masky's words).

"Ugh... this damn bus is always late..." Aura María sighs "Ha. Just wait until I get a car and I'll say hello to those motherf- I mean" she stops cursing the moment she remembers that She's not alone, she turns to look at him a little embarrassed "heh- I'm sorry."

Toby noticed how quickly she turned red and that she was trying to hold back her bad words... It was really funny, she was trying to be polite in front of him. He chuckled "It's okay" he said with a shrug.

She laughs embarrassedly before looking away, trying to see if the bus was coming, her gaze wanders to some posters on the bulletin boards "Oh... Look at that..." she said with a bit of sadness "Another murder ..." she says while reading the news ad... If only she knew she was sitting next to the person who committed those crimes

He also read the announcement about the murder for a few seconds.... The thought of what her reaction would be if she knew that he was a serial killer was something that occurred to him.

he looked at the crime photo better and sighed in relief.

The signature was "Go to Sleep" Jeff's signature phrase, at least this corpse wasn't on him... As if that made it better

"You know, my father is on that case" She said

'Oh fuck' was the phrase that reached his brain the fastest. Was her father a police officer? Oh.

Toby's mouth was open for a second and his eyes were the same. "...Is your father a police officer?" He asked immediately, his look still one of surprise... Upon realizing who her father was he knew that he had to be careful with this girl, if he revealed the truth to her, she could easily run away or, worse yet, turn him over to the police. ..but he wanted to talk to her even more... He just decided he was going to be careful.

"Heh, yeah... Although this is his last case, he's retiring next week... but he really hopes to find the killer before he does" she said and shrugged her shoulders "I really don't think they'll find the killer so soon... But... You know what? It's important to him and I try to support him" she said while swinging her feet back and forth gently

"I hope so too..." he said, still acting like he cared about all this... "It must be hard for him... to retire as a police officer without finishing his job..."

"Yeah...he really loves his work...Oh look!" She said as she gets up and picks up her things, the bus arrived.

"Finally...the bus is here..." He also stood up, walked towards the bus with her, they both got on the bus together

"Come sit with me," she offered kindly, as she chose a spot near the window and patted the seat.

Toby's eyes flashed with excitement and he quickly nodded, sitting down next to her.

After the bus started moving, Aura Maria did most of the talking, she was a very chatty person but nothing that Toby could hate... At least someone was talking, and it was a good way to avoid the awkward silence.

"Oh, look, do you like them?..." she said taking a sketchbook, it was a thick and chubby sketchbook, it had a lot of papers and stickers... Each page was full of colors and sketches.

Toby looked at his drawings... He was surprised, they looked amazing! He noticed the use of colors, the designs, and the way everything was drawn... He was looking at her artwork, looking at every part of it... He was amazed at how good her drawings were.. Maybe they weren't anything out of this world but the only one who could sincerely criticize her would be Bloody Painter.

"You are very good... Artist" he said finally after reviewing almost all the pages. When he finished he closed the book gently, he didn't want to damage it in any way.

“Heh, thanks…” she said, putting the notebook away again.

After a while in silence Toby felt something on his shoulder, Aura María had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Toby remained silent and looked at her... he came a little closer, smelling her perfume... his hand traveled to his pocket and took out a small blade, he brought it to the young woman's hair and cut a lock of hair, a small memory of the beautiful lady. .

Then he put the lock in his pocket. After a few hours the bus arrived at the final destination.

“Hey… we're here” He said as he moved her slowly.

Aura María opened her eyes and looked at him "Oh! Wow... God, how late it is" she said as she picked up her things and got off the bus "Well, thank goodness he's here haha..." she said while then turning to look at him "It was a pleasure to meet you, Toby" she smiled "I hope to see you again another day" she said and then approached him, she gave him a kiss on the cheeks to Say bye, not because of anything special, just a habit.

Toby stood still at that... And his eyes stayed fixed on her as he watched her walk away from her into the night, he smiled under his muzzle.

"See you..." he whispered as he removed his muzzle and touched his cheeks.

He stood still for a long time until he heard someone talking to him.

"Tobias." A masculine voice spoke loudly and suddenly causing the young Proxy to let out a not so masculine scream.

Toby turned to see who it was, none other than Masky and next to him Hoodie who simply remained silent.

" what?" Toby spoke as he put his hands in his pockets, he had a wide smile, almost imitating Smile Dog.

The other two Proxies looked at each other and then at him. "What's with that stupid smile?" Masky asked, Toby shrugged letting out a chuckle then walked into the forest with them.

As they walked, the young man finally spoke, "It's nice to be in love, right, guys?"

The two Proxies stopped and looked at each other again, silent.

Ticci Toby had fallen in love.

End chapter 1

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Soap x Reader x Ghost

Summary: You haven't talked to Soap much since you've known him, much less alone. Though the thought didn't intimidate you. Unlike Ghost or even Graves, Soap hasn't tried to put on any acts with you. In the most endearing way possible, Soap was just… Soap.

Tags: TW/Implied PTSD, Pre-Canon, Angst, Slow Burn, Fluff, Romance, Flirting, Banter, No smut (sorry), almost like an awkward three-way café date, kind of reads like an OC a little.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: I wanted to write something cute for Soap because I've been typing Ghost x Reader x Graves (Which is certainly not over with), but I love creating new ways for drama to seep in, and Soap's right there looking fine as hell so... I tried to write it like a cutesy fluff romance. Enjoy!

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Soap was the first to arrive at the café that night.

He lingered about on the sidewalk alongside the city street, having walked here alone. The café hadn't been as far away as he'd thought originally, and the walk itself wasn't anything some headphones and music couldn't make breezy. Though the late summer night grows colder the longer he stands around waiting for you and Ghost to arrive.

Hopefully he hasn't been stood up again. It seems to happen a lot these days.

Everyone has their excuses whenever it happens too. It usually went along the lines of "I'm too tired" or "something came up". Whatever worked for the moment.

Soap never held it against his team when the plans would fall through though. People all have lives of their own; he understands that better than many give him credit for. And tomorrow's always there, it wasn't like he'd be away from the team for long. Not when he's worked as hard as he did just to be a part of it.

Still, he'd been hoping tonight wouldn't be another dud. He was really looking forward to actually having a second chance to talk with you.

The last time he had the opportunity to get to know you, he'd gotten black out drunk instead; Soap was still kicking himself in the ass for that one. But he didn't plan on making that same mistake again. No, this time he's ready.

Another cold breeze wisp the back of his neck, raising goosebumps on his skin. He hugs his arms together and lets out a shivery sigh, as he leans against one of the streetlights, his eyes diverting back and forth between the passing cars and those who'd walk by him on the sidewalk. All while the minutes crawl, the city ambience rumbling around him. It wasn't that late at night, yet the city bustled with life.

Laughter and boisterous voices erupt suddenly. The café doors swing open again, with its familiar bell chiming above. It allows for the interior's warmth to wash over the Sergeant, the smell of freshly made coffee and baked goods blowing out just before the door shuts. It sings to the man, who now desperately looks around himself for any sign of his companions.

The sound of distant car horns and aggressive chatter pull at his attention once more. He can't help but sigh to himself in marvel, swearing beneath his breath. "Shite..."

It's all very big, this city he's found himself in; his hometown in Scotland felt small in comparison.

There was just so much here -- it was big and loud and dirty and busy, just like some old backdrop in a movie. With his half of the Task Force on stand-by at their current base, he was already mapping out places he wanted to visit, assuming there's enough time to venture before getting sent out again. He hopes so.

It's not often Soap finds himself in the States, but the atmosphere never ceases to enamor him. The others would say that's rather easy to do though, given the Sergeant's attention span and spontaneous nature outside of combat, which in that case Soap would have to agree.

He always was an easy man to please.

"Soap?"

That soothing, familiar voice of yours turns his head without hesitation, as he catches you walking towards him down the sidewalk. And as easily pleased and enamored Soap always found himself, you watch the stars shine in his eyes the moment they finally set sight on you.

You cleaned yourself up since the last time he saw you a few hours ago, having done your hair and put on something more suitable for the café setting. You decided to forgo your makeup for tonight as well. Your face sat rather worn, making the natural look of you that much more comfortable to be around, your eyes inviting him forward.

Soap had to keep himself from gawking.

He greets you, "There she is!"

You jokingly strut your way over and hold your arms out to present yourself. Soap must have taken the gesture as you trying to initiate a hug, in which he needed little convincing to reciprocate. A large smile grows on his face and two giant steps later he's in front of you, his arms wrapping around like a heated blanket.

The hug made you jolt at first, catching you off guard. The first thing you register is his scent, not a cologne or shampoo, but not bad either. It's very... him. Easy to take in. Before long you've let the warmth of his large arms and frame lull you into him, taking the cold night air away with his touch.

You wrap your arms around him and hug back, laughing into his shoulder. "Aw," you start to tease. "I wasn't gone that long."

Soap lets you go, though he remains close. "You certainly got dolled up," he comments, taking the opportunity to take a better look at you beneath the streetlight.

"Oh you know," you shrug at his comment, your tone sarcastic. "I couldn't resist. You'll quickly learn I secretly crave being the center of attention."

Soap lets out a sharp exhale at your joke, chuckling to himself. He then almost hesitates before speaking again, "Well, you look lovely tonight."

You cock your head in amusement, your eyes growing pleasantly wide. "Why thank you."

Despite his sudden shyness, Soap certainly makes sure to look at you like he isn't. Having this natural gumption about him. He gives you a charming smile. "You're welcome."

You look Soap up and down and start to lean on your leg, as you cross your arms. "Hm," you say. "Gym attire still?"

Oh yeah. His outfit. He'd changed before coming here, sort of. Sure the man was still in his gym clothes, but Soap figured a hoodie would be enough, the black pullover he'd found fitting somewhat snug on him. However the longer he waits, the more he wishes he'd gone ahead and put something else on.

"Hey," Soap merely shrugs. "It's cozy."

You giggle. "I imagine."

The two of you enter into the café side by side, quickly skimming for a place to sit as you shared idle chatter together.

The café was a small, quaint little spot, some mix between a coffee shop and a bar, with dark wood flooring and interior. Soft music plays in the background, just barely humming over the crowd. And the smell, it had Soap's stomach grumbling the moment he took his first step in.

You find a table somewhere off near a corner of the main area, beside a misty window and candle lights, with just enough chairs for your impending party. For now however, it would only seat you two.

You and Soap sit across from each other. You don't notice the lack of legroom beneath the table until you feel yourself accidently bump against the man. Your ankle rubs against his leg, brushing faintly before you both awkwardly shift yourselves into place, pretending to ignore it. Though you both give each other a goofy look after.

"This place is quite adorable," Soap comments suddenly.

"Right?" You smile. "It looked nice on Google and didn't have completely shitty reviews, so I figured we could give it a try."

Soap chuckles to himself, looking around more and really taking in the scenery. The place is done up nicely with its candles and stringed lighting carefully placed, the plants and decorations giving the space a very cozy vibe.

It's just the two of you right now, tucked away at some candlelit table only a few feet apart. Alone.

"Feels romantic."

Your eyes widen a little, but you don't appear flustered. In fact, the comment only seems to further intrigue you. The small reaction is enough to bring a playful smile out of Soap. "Ya know," he teases. "If you wanted to ask me out on a date, you could have just said so."

You smile and scoff.

"Too much?" Soap asks.

"Mm." You give him a sultry look, humming to yourself and leaving the man in suspense. He starts to lean in curiously, his smile never leaving, and his gaze never faltering. Soap's piqued expression tickles you. "It's cute how you look at me like that."

Ah, he thinks to himself. That doesn't quite answer his question, but it definitely tells him something. Something he finds himself also intrigued by.

"It's cute how it makes you smile."

Now he's gone and made you blush, the image getting a little rise out of Soap, who takes that as a small victory.

"Any word on Ghost?" you ask him suddenly.

Oh right. Soap had to remember this was indeed not a date. He shakes his head, "He said he'd be here though."

"Oh well," you wave your hand jokingly. "I'm sure we can handle ourselves in the meantime. Keep each other company."

Soap smiles innocently. "Aye."

The conversation between you went peacefully. Flowingly even. It seems this chatty side came to you when work wasn't the topic of discussion.

You talked a lot about whatever caught your mind, sometimes it was an old story, other times it was just an opinion about a TV show you'd watched. But you talked. And Soap listened happily, having fun hearing all the ways you used your words and expressed what was on your mind. And when he talked, you gave him the same amount of eager attention.

You were a lot more chatty than he'd originally thought you were; which was saying a lot, as you were already pretty talkative. Soap's watched you speak in riddles with Ghost in the past, but with him, you seemed more interested in just being yourself.

And honestly, he was just getting lost in you in general.

The entire aura you had was addicting to interact with. Your eyes bounced around animated-like when you talked about something you were more passionate about. You licked your lip a lot when listening to him, and always nodded, letting him know in smallest of gestures that you were indeed invested.

As the minutes fly by, Soap thinks to himself. This is really nice.

Had Ghost not finally arrived, Soap's sure he would have talked to you all night like this.

Ghost stepped into the café, turning a few heads his way just from his presence alone. As usual, he opted for something dark and comfortable to wear for the occasion. And as usual, he wore his skull balaclava.

The minute Ghost enters your peripheral, your face gleams with excitement, as you struggle to bottle up a cocky smirk. It was a lot different than how you had looked at Soap when you saw him. It piques his curiosity. Naturally, this doesn't intimidate the Sergeant one bit. He didn't get here being uncompetitive after all.

"You're late, lieutenant," you say to him.

Ghost looms over the table for a moment, growing more comfortable in the spot you two had chosen, as it wasn't as close to everyone in the building. "I had business to attend to," he says cryptically.

"Business?" Soap raises an eyebrow. "This late? What sort of business?"

"That's need-to-know, Sergeant."

...

Once Ghost was seated, Soap watched your attention shift slowly from him to the lieutenant, your jokes and jabs leaning towards Ghost now more so by every comment. Though you do what you can to share the attention, as did Soap, all while Ghost sat passively by, giving his same tired responses to the both of you.

After some time, the conversation starts to flow naturally between you three. Once a few kinks were worked out. You and Soap do most of the talking for Ghost, who had been more than happy with listening and responding as prompted. While his demeanor said otherwise, somewhere in him he was happy his aloofness hadn't seemed to rub either of you the wrong way.

Eventually you two somehow "convince" Ghost to go and order the drinks for all of you, giving him a chance to break away from all the extraverted energy exuding in the air. He practically jumps at the opportunity, leaving you alone with the Sergeant again. Just as Soap had unknowingly been hoping for too.

You didn't last long with his smiling and eyeing you before you were doing the same.

"So, do you always go by your callsigns outside of work, or can I use your real name as well?" You lean forward on the coffee table with intrigue, your chin rested in your palm, as a smirk pulls at your lips. "Before I start making up pet names that is."

"Pet names?" Soap lets out a sharp laugh, the flicker of the fancy candlelights twinkling in his light blue eyes. He then grows sly, resting his arms on the table across from you. He leans in a little. "What kind of pet names?"

You bite your lip a little and look over his shoulder at the other patrons. "Only the most fitting kind," you say coyly.

"Too shy to share now, are we?" Soap asks.

"Maybe I'd rather just say your name instead."

The thought of you letting his real name roll from the tip of your tongue seems to bubble something hot inside the Scotsman, which manifests itself into a shy little laugh. For such a naturally talented, and deadly man, he could be rather bashful.

"If you want to say my name, you only have to ask me," he says, his voice low and gravelly now. "Nicely, of course."

"Soap." In the nicest voice you can muster, you ask, "Can I call you by your name?"

"Why yes you may."

"John, right?" you ask. "That's the name on your files, if I remember correctly."

There's a spark in his blue eyes after you say it, almost like he's been waiting to hear what it sounded like in your voice, wrapped in the allure of your words.

"Aye," he smiles. "That's right."

"Jooohhn," you sound his name out a little more, letting it familiarize itself in your mouth. It makes the air get caught in his throat. You smirk. "I guess you look like a John."

"What gave it away?"

"Mmm," you place a finger to your lip and think to yourself, letting your eyes look him up and down. He watches you detail the veins in his forearm, the bulk of his arms, the shape of his stubbled jaw and the red blush that formed at the corners of his ears. "Your body."

"My body?"

"Yeah," you confirm. "Your body. I'd say you're built like a "John". Big arms, big smile, strong, a little stocky -- I'd say that's very "John" like of you."

Soap laughs again. He laughs a lot, you've found. It was rather infectious; you could hardly stop yourself from reciprocating it. Nor did you want to.

"Don't forget handsome," he adds in.

"Right," you say. "Also smart."

"And charming," he smirks.

"And overconfident," you tease.

"That's not a bad thing."

"I agree," your gaze lowers a little. "I do like my men a bit cocky."

"Oh?" Soap leans on his arms now. He hasn't taken his eyes from you since you've started this conversation. "I'm yours so soon then?"

You rest your chin back on your hand and lean forward some more, playfully being seductive. "Is that a bad thing, John?"

You see the blush begin to pool into the man's cheeks, as he lets out a shy chuckle. However, despite the blushing, he grins, never breaking eye contact. "I wouldn't complain."

Your hands both rest on the table, only a few inches away from one another. You're not exactly sure what convinces you to do it -- maybe knowing that he was the only man around you that would allow for it -- you extend a finger and gently let it graze the edge of his palm, stealing a warm touch. A simple, gentle poke.

Soap's jaw tenses at the sensation, though not because he didn't like it. His eyes drop down, watching your hand move stealthy. Your finger retreats as quickly as it had reach out to him. You look off into the room again, purposefully acting as though you hadn't noticed your hands touch.

You don't see his smile, but you do feel his hand gently graze yours a few seconds later, lingering. They're quite warm, both firm and gentle all at once. Your hand subliminally chases his skin at the slightest motion, and before long the tips of your fingers hover over his again.

"Is this the part where you tell me your name now?" he asks. "As much as I like Canary."

That's when Ghost decides to come back with those drinks. You both quickly straighten up, attempting to bring back your more casual demeanor.

"I may have spooked the barista," Ghost says, before taking a seat and passing you both your orders.

Soap's goldfish attention span carries his gaze from you to the lieutenant. Sarcastically, he goes, "I wonder why."

"You'd think she saw a ghost," the lieutenant quipped. Ghost takes a look at the both of you, seeing the coy expression on your faces and the blush on both your cheeks. It raises a brow from him, beneath his mask. "Am I interrupting?"

"Canary was just about to tell me her name," Soap looks back over at you, not letting you get off the hook just yet.

"Ah," Ghost says.

"You're not curious L.T.?"

"...I already told him actually," you laugh awkwardly.

Soap gasps. "You did?"

"It was a little bit ago actually," you say.

"And ye didn't tell me?" His Scottish accent swirled the words of from his lips, as you could hear the heartbreak in his voice. "Can I know too then?"

"I don't know," you tease. "Maybe I might keep it a secret now. Keep you guessing."

"Wha'?" He scoffs.

"It takes a little more than asking me nicely to get my name, Sergeant. Though I appreciate you telling me yours."

"You're a cruel lady, Canary."

"Tell you what," you get a mischievous look on your face suddenly, one that pauses Soap patiently. "I'll tell you my name," you bring your eyes to Ghost, who sits quietly at the table with his drink (which was already half gone despite having just seated himself). "If Ghost tells me his name first."

"His name wasn't in the same files?" Soap asks.

You shake your head. Most of Ghost's files were blacked out and classified, though his reputation proceeds him clearly. Meanwhile, Soap's files couldn't be any more of a stark difference in comparison.

The man's files read like a novel of high praises and decorations. A 22 Regiment member at only 18 years old, with some of the highest scores on record, and the youngest to ever pass the selection into the SAS too. There are whole pages spent going into detail on everything he specialized in; he might joke around about his callsign, but even the name Soap carries some weight to it.

You really felt lucky he even cared to know your name at all.

Soap looks over at Ghost pleadingly, though he already knows what to expect. Ghost keeps his eyes closed nonchalantly, holding his drink close to his chest.

He pouts at his superior. "L.T.?"

"You're on your own, Johnny."

Soap bows his head in defeat as you laugh, standing from the table with your drink. You excuse yourself for the moment, leaving the men to themselves.

As you walk away, Soap watches you go, his eyes dropping from the back of your head to the lower half of your body. He sees the bounce in your step and the sway of your hips move before you vanish behind the crowd of other patrons.

"Don't stare too long Johnny," Ghost's voice cuts in suddenly. Soap nearly jumps when he looks back over and sees Ghost staring dead at him. The shock on Soap's face only makes Ghost shake his head disapprovingly. "Might burn a hole in 'er back."

The Sergeant smiles to himself. "I can't help it," he says. "I mean shite... What a bonnie, aye?"

Ghost gives Soap a deadpan stare. "A what?"

"Oh," Soap clears his throat. "She's cute."

Cute? Cute ? From the way Soap's whole demeanor lit up the moment he saw her, Ghost could have guessed as much. However, he hadn't expected the Sergeant's words to make Ghost feel so... odd about it. Mulling over it in fact.

Ghost looks across the café, watching you approach the halls to the restrooms, just out of range of the men's conversation. He imagines this would be a little awkward if you heard them talking.

"Keep your head on straight, Sergeant," Ghost states. "We aren't off work just yet."

"Aye, I know sir," Soap sighs. "But this is nice too, no? Havin' a break every now and again."

"You shouldn't drop your guard so easily," Ghost chides. "Especially around strangers."

"She's not that much of a stranger," said Soap.

"No," Ghost's eyes unconsciously roam the room, droopy with exhaustion. Indeed you didn't feel quite like a stranger, least of all to Ghost. "But she's not us."

"I guess you're right..." Soap is quiet for a moment, and then a thought passes his head. He pouts at the lieutenant all grumpy like. "Though that's funny comin' from ye, seein' you clearly had a chat when no one was around."

Ghost groans to himself, taking his eyes away from the Sergeant. He hadn't mentioned anything about that night with you to anyone, having just kept the whole event locked away in his mind. It's been a struggle enough just doing that.

"I just drove her home the one time," Ghost sighs. "No need to work yourself up, mate."

"Right, from that other night," Soap reminisces. "I was out for damn near most of it. Though I heard there was a fight."

"Don't ask me about it," Ghost says. "She didn't say much, and I didn't ask for an elaboration."

"Or maybe you're just hiding all the juicy bits," Soap starts to poke.

"No one likes a gossip, Johnny."

"Fair enough," Soap sighs.

"I find her being here odd," Ghost comments suddenly. "Why transfer her here with us? Why now?"

"It is a bit strange..." Soap admits. "I'm sure it's not anything she can help. Orders and all."

"Good orders, or bad ones?"

"I doubt they're bad," Soap sighs. He then gets this quizzical look about him, as he nudges at the lieutenant suddenly. "You think they sent her to spy on us?"

Ghost's eyes search for you in the café again, still finding you standing off to yourself near the back. Frozen. It's rather peculiar now, it makes the lieutenant's brow furrow.

"My gut's tellin' me somethin's off."

"Your gut says that a lot," Soap jokes.

"It's kept me alive this long."

"And alone."

Ghost pauses at Soap's comment, the words sticking to him. He opens his mouth to say the first thought that comes to his mind, how being alone suits him just fine. But then he pauses, letting that sentence sink back down into his throat. Pretty soon too many seconds have crawled by, and instead Ghost settles for silence instead.

Soap comments no further, giving Ghost enough time to look over and see you still standing where he last saw you. Frozen still.

This time Ghost excuses himself, as he makes his way towards you, if not just to make sure you were doing OK.

By the time Ghost nears, he finds you standing off a ways in the café, just teetering at the start of some small, narrow corridor towards the building's restroom and backrooms. The lights are off in the hall, the glow of the main seating area cutting off sharply against the archway of the hall. The corridor stretches endlessly into its own darkness.

You stare deep into the hallway, frozen, eyes wide, and contrite. Your drink is clasped so tightly in your hands that the plastic bends unnaturally in your shaky grip. And the other patrons glide by, chatting idly, ignoring you, the world continuing on all around, as the store's music drowned out the sounds of your heavy breathing.

A fear of some sort has overtaken you. Ghost almost thought that fear had manifested itself into someone standing down at the end of the hall; the two of you deadlocked in a glare. He keeps his distance when he approaches you, not to have his presence disturb you just yet. Wanting to see what it was you saw.

Ghost looms a few feet away, the shadow of his large figure barely meeting your peripherals. Your back stays turned to him, completely unaware of his large figure behind you. He feels the tension riveting from you the closer he inches forward.

He looks down this hall that's captured your gaze, expecting to see the face of the stranger that's stopped you so abruptly. Yet when his dark irises trail along to where your gaze stops, he's met with the cold ending of an empty hallway. Not a soul in sight.

And yet you stand here, peering in. Afraid. No longer here in this moment.

Immediately, he recognizes what it is that is happening.

Ghost rest his hand on your shoulder, carefully. A small nudge that should knock you out of this trance this hallway has taken you down. Something tells him, you'd appreciate the distraction and a change of scenery. However, the man's touch against your arms does anything but calmly bring you back.

The minute his cool fingers glide against the fabric of your clothed covered shoulder, his touch sends a thunderbolt through you. Your entire body tenses and you yelp, your drink falling from your hands and crashing onto the tiled flooring, spilling everywhere.

Ghost takes a step back, feeling the eyes of the other patrons looking your way. Their stares seem to bother you most of all.

"Shit," you look around, searching for anything you could use to clean the mess you'd suddenly created. "I'm sorry..."

Eventually one of the workers walks from around the counter with a mop and a bucket, their trained smiles already ushering both you and Ghost away from the spill so they could clean the mess. The store settled back to itself rather quickly, allowing for you to not feel as trapped in by everyone and everything.

You can't seem to lift your gaze from the floor, ashamed by your sudden behavior. You spare Ghost no words, and the man can't seem to find words suitable enough to spare to you in return. All you're left with is the unspoken tension and familiar darkness swirling about.

Your head sags, and you speak nearly at a whisper now. "...I need to get out of here."

Before Ghost can reply, you zip past him in a shameful flurry, making a beeline for the exit. You run into Soap on your way out. However, his joyous smile and matching words did little to stop you from walking out the door.

...Chapter Sixteen Here!

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