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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years ago

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I think it's also about the way sweetheart touches them. She's gentle with them, which is something rare for absolutely all of them. Sweetheart doesn't assume because they're in the military that they don't need kindness and support and delicate hands. She knows they already think that they don't deserve anything like that so when she sees them wanting it and craving it, she is so willing to give. Her love cup is so full for her team and the people she cares for.

She handles ghost like he's still just Simon Riley, a sad kid deep down. Sweetheart offers up affection that she can just feel is so foreign to him. Yes he can take care of himself but everybody knows it doesn't extend beyond the basics and she takes time to try to heal his aches and pains that he's gotten so used to living with

She's delicate with price, knowing how hard he's worked to keep the team alive and well. How most of the time, he gets no recognition for his efforts. Sure, she teases him and calls him an old man when he complains about his back but in the same breath is offering a massage to get the ever present knot out

She's attentive with soap, hating how he looks like a sad puppy when people try to brush him off as a loud and brash grown up child. She wants him to hold on to that because she knows if it goes away, he'll seem like a shell of himself. She's seen what too long in the field can do to someone like johnny and how it can change them for the worst so she always encourages his jokes and such.

She helps gaz as much as she can. She sees how he pushes himself and how it sometimes ends up in neglect of himself. How many meals has he missed due to trying to just get one more thing done? How many hours of sleep has he skipped to try to figure something out? With a firm hand, she always guides him into taking care of himself and to give himself a much needed break.

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

AAA NOOO DONT BE SORRY- DONT EVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING THIS IS AMAZING 💖✨️✨️💕

(I'm terribly sorry this took so long- BUT GARRICK'S IS PRETTY LONG SO ITS A WIN WIN-)

But holy cow I agree with this so much

Tw: mentions of depression, insecurities, trust issues

I'm really gonna start with Soap because what you said is her biggest fear. She cares deeply for Mactavish and always pays a little bit more attention to him than the others because of that terror.

It would be a nightmare if she didn't see the life in his eyes anymore. Her heart was already broken when her second uncle came back a zombie from being in the army. Didn't talk to anyone, and if he did he would always snap at them. He loved his family still. He really did. But the happiness, and the compassion was gone. He couldn't let go of the guilt, of the regret he had in his choices. He didn't really talk about it, but when he did Sweetheart could see the black tar oozing out of his mouth. All the internal pain and suffering. She doesn't want to see Soap be like that, since their personalities are quite similar. Fun, chipper, determined and kind. She will protect his internal being with everything she has, just like she did with her uncle. So she will always laugh at his jokes and add on to them, making them both double over. She will always stand up for him when someone calls him loud and brash. Telling him it's okay to express yourself how you want to.

If she fails, if she even sees the shine leave his eyes for a second, she knows she failed her uncle again and will never be the same.

Now with Ghost-- GOOAAHHHHDDDD he needs all the hugs and cheek kisses he can get (and really just hugs) he doesn't like to be touched unless he knows you knows you (kinda like König and Roach) it took Sweetheart a WHILEE to get close to Ghost. Yes, he did have a small soft spot for her, but he would NOT let her touch him. It took like five months just to let her touch his shoulder. Because of his insane trust issues and paranoia, he didn't let her get close. He couldn't. He couldn't risk getting hurt from Sweetheart. Kind, charming, thoughtful, Sweetheart. Caring, strong, smart, Sweetheart. He craved for her touch so badly that he knew it was what he needed, but he couldn't handle the pain afterward. But there was no pain when she first hugged him when he came out of that explosion alive. There was no pain when she held his hand through his panic attack. There was just warmth. And love. Through every touch she gave him, it spoke of love and care. She gave him time. She gave him so much patience so he could trust her. So he could love her. And he does.

Price-- that man deserves a hundred medals I swear. As you said, he gets no recognition of his effort from anyone, because that's what he's supposed to do. He's supposed to get everyone out alive, he's supposed to succeed everytime. It's just built in the job with that expectation. But Sweetheart knows in order to keep that kind of task going, he needs support. And my god, does she give it to him. Always patting him on the back and saying good job. Checking for any injuries, and if there are, she would fix them. Listening to anything he's talking about and giving her opinions on it. Giving him some tea and something to eat if he's up late. And just giving him any form of affirmation. He deserves it. He deserves all the support, the back rubs, the massages and the teasing, the tea and the naps, all of it. And Price is so grateful for it. If she wasn't there for him, no one would be.

Kyle. Gaz. Garrick. Goodness, that boy has put so many expectations on himself that NO ONE ELSE has put on him. It's weighing him down. Since he's the youngest and has less experience than everyone else, he thinks that he has to catch up to everyone else or be better than them in order for people to see him. See him being one of the members of Task Force 141. The best of the best, right? Like Sweetheart? How she carries herself through chaos, how she handles dire situations, how well she works with others, how physically, mentally, and emotionally strong she is? Can he be skilled like Sweetheart? Calm and collected like Ghost? Well-armed like Soap? He doesn't know. His insecurities are always getting the best of him, making him forget to brush his teeth. Or eat breakfast. Or even get out of bed. Is he even fit to be on this team? Sweetheart knocks on his door. Is he even worthy? She knocks again. He has so much to catch up on. She opens his door. How will he catch up to them? She sighs, walking towards his curled up figure on his bed. He's in their shadow. Maybe he should leave. Sweetheart comes into his view, shocking him. She has a slight concerning face, but more anger than anything. Angry that he hasn't been taking care of himself. Concerned on why he hasn't been taking care of himself. She grabs his hand and brings it to her lips, closing her eyes. His entire body feels warm. Awake. She breathes in and opens her eyes back up. She urges him to get up. Get up and take a shower. His brain says no, but his body is moving subconsciously. She waits outside the Men's Bath Unit until he's done. She waits for him, quite closely, when he's brushing his teeth; Sweetheart tells him not to forget to brush his molars. She waits for him when he dresses himself in clean clothes, still in the same room as him, just turned. She waits for him to finish eating a big breakfast, which he eats fully. All with silence. All with a neutral face. Yet her actions are firm. Caring. Helpful. She sits him down on his now cleaned bed, the help of Sweetheart, and they just... talk. Talk about what's been going on, talk about why he feels this way, and when. It helps. She's giving her opinions on what he can do to be better, but it's up to him to take them. She sighs, eyes studying him. 'I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries with you. But I couldn't sit aside and let you make yourself disappear. Especially when you're valued as a teammate and a friend.' She says. Gaz feels like crying. And he does. He hugs so tightly. Tight enough that she could feel his appreciation through his touch. He's thankful that she saw him. And she continues to see him.

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ae-azile · 7 months ago

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Kind of have a Chan/Big one-shot in my head that I am thinking about writing but have no time for. I'm going to bullet point it here to have on hand for later.

Big still takes the bullets for Porsche. When Kinn arrives, he initially thinks he is dead. Tawan still presses the button and kills himself. However, the bombs Tawan placed end up being duds and the effort was for nothing.

Once they realize the place isn't about to blow up, they go back inside to get Big's body. He turns out to be unconscious but alive. They rush him to the infirmary and he miraculously pulls through, but is going to be there for a while.

Despite the Drama™️ going on, Kinn, Porsche, and his fellow guards visit him. Kinn is very thankful and sorry, Porsche is thankful as well but feels like Big should value himself more highly and tells him as much, and the rest are trying to be present.

Even Tankhun visits him. He usually talks about how he should put demands on Korn to change up the decor of his room. But occasionally, he tearfully thanks Big for saving Porsche. There is also one time that he tells Big he deserves a better ending than the one he tried to give himself. That he may not have leading man energy, but he could totally be half of a secondary couple in a K-Drama if he just found the right person.

"And sometimes the secondary couple is more interesting anyway!"

But out of everyone, Chan visits the most frequently and has been putting the most work in when it comes to Big's care.

The thing is, Big notices two guards aren't around: Pete and Ken. The guards tell him Pete is visiting his grandmother, and they sound believable enough when they say that, even though it seems like strange timing. But they won't meet his eyes when he asks about Ken, and their stories never line up.

Chan eventually tells him. While the truth paints Ken as a traitor and there is no getting around that, Chan tries his best to empathize with Ken by telling Big that Ken was likely approached by Gun with an incentive to be a double agent. If he would have refused, it would have cost him his life a lot earlier on. He says it to let Big know it's okay to mourn Ken. Ken was still his roommate and his friend, regardless of what he did.

They become closer after that night, and Chan talks to Big in a way that is less gruff and more gentle. Big finds comfort in him, and has prior to this. Chan was the one who made sure Big took an extended break after his father died. He drove an hour each way to check on him at his mother's house back when that happened. So Big has felt comfortable coming to Chan in his moments of worry or doubt, and he has always viewed Chan with respect and affection while the other guards tended to be more intimidated by him. But something feels different now.

He doesn't know who to talk about it with though. Ken is dead, and he probably would have teased him and said he had a crush on their boss.

Does he?

Chan is at least ten years older than him. He probably shouldn't have a crush on him. He's also actively taking care of Big, and Big has a long recovery in front of him. He's setting himself up for unrequited love. Again.

Speaking of, Kinn is continuing to visit. He does so frequently, and Big can see that he's wracked with gullt. Big still feels his heart beat a little faster whenever he walks into a room, but that is starting to feel different too. Kinn almost feels like a friend now. That's probably inappropriate as well, but on a lesser level.

So he holds it in. He plans on doing so forever until he wakes up gasping from a nightmare. Chan had fallen asleep in the chair, but wakes up when Big does. Instead of telling him it's just a dream, he scoots closer to comfort him, strokes his hair, and holds his hand until he falls back asleep.

Big ends up telling Pol, of all people. It just slips out. Pol doesn't seem like the right person to tell, but not the wrong person either. He manages to strongly empathize with and defend Tankhun, while most of the guards tend to steer clear of him, so maybe he will understand this insanity.

Pol is actually nice to talk to. While he doesn't completely understand a potential crush on Chan because Chan is intimidating, he gets having a crush on someone a good bit older. He thinks he might be into a bartender friend of Porsche's, and she has several years on him.

The conversation doesn't give Big any answers, but it does make him feel a little better. He's able to be around Chan and not feel like freaking out.

That is, until Korn "dies" and the attack approaches. Chan has Big moved to a more secure location a day prior. Big wants to stay, Chan won't let him. Big only feels okay about leaving when Chan says he will command from the armory while Arm sends out remote attacks, that he won't be a frontline guard.

Chan lied.

Does he die? Does he miraculously live like Big manages to in this canon divergent fic or like Vegas does in canon? Depends on how much I want to torture Big, I suppose...

Jk, I want them as infirmary roomies falling in love, all while Pol wheels in to visit while he heals from his less serious injury. I also want Chan to be finished with Korn altogether after everything he pulled.

#chanbig #bigchan #kinnporsche fanfic #chanbig fanfic #chanbig fic #chanbig fanfiction #and they were (infirmary) roommates #kinnporsche plot bunnies #fanfic plotting #plot bunnies

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mylittlegemlins · 8 months ago

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Spy x family hurt/comfort ideas for destroy your soul:

-loid and yor are expecting a child, anya is jealous that they don't love her as much as their own child.

-Loid, speaking seriously with Sylvia: " fuck it, I'm going to keep them and if you want me to continue being your star spy, you're going to give me missions that don't involve falling in love with women or adopting children, one is enough for me. "

-Loid thinks about the joy his wife and daughter bring him: God, when was the last time I did something just for… fun? Why I didn't do it befo-... oh right... This is a mission

-Loid wonders how Yor had never dated anyone until she was 27, then Yor interprets something very literal and Loid thinks, oh that's why.

-Since Loid saw that Anya had too much stress after the sandbox test, he is very worried about her mental health. Anya stares into space because she's busy thinking about what he thought. But he thinks that the poor girl she is dissociating due to a trauma and he tries to repair her with kisses and hugs.

-The mission ends on the night of a full moon, so Anya has no idea if her father plans to get rid of them, or how, or when, she just stays close to her parents for as long as she can.

-Yor begins to question if she is going to be married to Loid until death do them part, since she barely knows Loid... Well, she knows him a little... For a year... But she is not sure of her feelings for him.

- -Loid finally decides to take Anya to the doctor because bleeding from the nose every time you get overwhelmed by loud noises might not be normal. Anya is just terrified that the doctors will open her brain and see that she has her powers, somehow. he also discovers that she is very low in weight and height for her age and worries even more.

-you love me? Direct question to destroy the heart of the best spy in the country, especially if it comes from a child, especially if it comes from an orphan, especially if it comes from his daughter who has never lived more than 4 months with an adoptive family because they did not get attached to her. Answer honestly, she will know if you lie.

-The Strix mission ended. Loid abandons Anya and breaks up with Yor without much explanation. only to regret it 15 minutes later and run to find them.

-Anya obtains 7 tonitrus having already 7 stellas. And she knows that expulsion is closer than the prize. So she runs away from home.

- Anya is finally ready to tell Loid a little about her birth mother and the orphanage, and it hurts.

-Anya never had a birthday party because there was no budget at the orphanage. Loid is able to hiring even the boys who cry if that makes his daughter happy

-Yor is hospitalized due to a fight and telling your husband that you have appendicitis is easier than explaining to him that some criminals shot you 3 times in the hip and who the hell you're still alive.

-Bond has to bite one Forger to save them from some imminent danger he predicted but the rest of the family panics and gets very angry with Bond.

-"If you keep getting close to dangerous guys you are going to get really hurt one day." Ergo, Anya gets hurt.

-Did you know that adoptable children in real life know that their chances of being adopted go down as they grow older because most only adopt babies? Anya knows it.

-Loid and Yor have no choice but to sleep together because their daughter is terribly ill in the hospital and her last wish is to sleep with them together. Or she actually has a common cold and they took her to the emergency room because they panicked when her fever went up 0.1 degrees.

- Damian wants to hang out with Anya but he would never let Emilie and Ewen find out.

-Loid comforting Anya during an anxiety attack because he thinks it's because of her past and only he knows.

-Instead of directly saying that he wants to keep his family or give up being a spy, he begins by extending the mission for 4 more months, and then another 4 more. And when he realizes 4 years have passed.

-Yor asks Loid about his dead ex-wife because they will never go to leave her flowers or he doesn't have old photos of her and baby Anya. Loid has many photos to fake.

T/W torture

-Anya biological father is a voluteer or one of the scientist because she was made by artificial insemination so that she was born, Anya's mother was kidnapped from a rural town where her language was almost extinct.

-The scientists remove Anya's mother's tongue so that she cannot communicate with her other than through her telepathy.

-The scientists being really mad the first time that her powers didn't work during the full moon.

-Still has nightmares about the electroshock in the laboratory every time she failed the tests. Her parents try to console her but she can't tell them anything, even if she wants. still hurts.

#spy x family #anya forger #sxf #spy x family headcanons #spyxfamily #loid forger #spy x family anya #yor forger

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starlightazriel · 6 months ago

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a court of love & scars

this is going to be a smutty fic with multiple parts. azriel rescues a hybern prisoner that has been in a dungeon since the first war. first chapter of many!!! 18+

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Part 1, Azriel

It was windy as hell, whipping at my face and pushing me slightly around as I flew through the sky toward the Hybern territory. The shield around me blocked me from sight but did nothing for the wind. I had winnowed most of the way but I thought it wise to save the rest of my energy for whatever lay ahead. I was here to well, do what I do best.. Spy. Spy in the shadows, spy on the filth that survived the war, to ensure they weren't planning another attack, to ensure they had accepted defeat.

Hours passed. Hours of slipping through the half ruined city, slinking through the shadows and cracks and slivers of darkness throughout the city. Hours had passed when I felt something different. It was a pull, a tug.. Something that I had to follow. It was late now, probably getting close to dawn I could feel the shift in the night air as I approached and- A cellar? What was in there? Why am I so drawn to it?

I knew this wasn't my mission. I knew I was way off track as I looked around once more taking it all in. A cellar, yes but... This.. This is a cemetery. I swallowed, suddenly feeling sick. Is it a trick? Some kind of enchanted door to lure any passers by to their death? My shadows extended as if they couldn't bear the suspense any longer they practically pulled me toward the trap door beneath me, locked. I looked around again, no one.

I took out one of my Illyrian blades, weighing the heavy metal in my hands as I debated with myself what to do. I could feel the tug, again, something I never felt before. What is in there? I knew it would be loud, I knew I couldn't guarantee leaving without being noticed anymore if I did this. Did I even care? Would Rhys care? Would he be angry with me for straying from the mission? I supposed he could only be angry if I didn't return. With one swift, clean blow the lock broke off of the trap door scattering into pieces. I took a deep breath and I opened the door, a makeshift staircase was revealed, leading down to the bottom it was made of broken jagged rocks obviously not designed to be seen by anyone but a prisoner, the smell of rotten earth and death stung my nostrils, my lip curled in response, I ignored it. Dungeon. This was a dungeon.

I descended down the stairs, maybe forty steps, it was deep. The smell got worse. Death & rot. There were bodies, lesser fairies & high fae, chained and dead. The tug continued, I followed it down the narrow passageway, nothing but cells and dead bodies, just bones left stretched skin clinging to them. My breath caught in my throat when I reached the end of the tug. There. Laying there, half dead, but still, the only live thing in this place. She was high fae I could tell that immediately, long very long golden curls cascaded down behind her if she was standing I dare say they would reach the floor, dirty, but beautiful her hair was golden shining, the brightest thing down here. Spring? My words caught in my throat when I tried to speak. She was sleeping. Barely alive. The cell was small a rotted lock like the one I had already broken was hanging off the door, keeping her in. How long? There was something familiar about her. I couldn't place it.

"Hey!" I called out. I didn't want to scare her breaking the lock. "Hey, are you okay?" I repeated, my breath hitching when her eyes shot open, fear covering her face as she stared back, fully awake, fully alert. Her pale green eyes locked on mine she was pale as anyone would be stuck down here, a light dusting of freckles covered her cheeks and nose. She stared back at me, pure terror in her eyes. "I'm here to save you." I breathed. She was breathtakingly beautiful despite the way her bones poked, despite how malnourished and dirty she was. She was.. Dare I even say more beautiful than Mor, or my high lady and her sisters.. I was stunned almost into silence but I managed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She relaxed a bit at my words, not much but a bit. "Who are you?" She breathed her voice barely a whisper. "I am.. I am..." I struggled, failing to put together a sentence as she looked at me with such an intensity that I felt as if she was burning through me with those eyes. So pure and innocent yet tortured and dark, unforgiving. "I am Azriel. Spymaster of the Night Court." I managed. Should I explain? How I ended up here? In her prison? "There isn't much time. Someone will realize..." I trailed off, lifting my blade to break the lock. "Shadowsinger." She mumbled, I was a bit taken aback but I nodded. "Yes, I am.. But we have to go I.." I fumbled for words. "Take me." She whispers and I let my blade down and easily break the worn lock, easier than the other one.

"I am Gwendolyn. Princess of Spring." I froze. Gwendolyn? Tamlins long lost cousin, kidnapped, as a child. Thought to be dead. For centuries she was thought to be dead. A war story, told to children of High Fae, told to scare them from straying too far from home. "I have been down here for..." She looked around, so did I, hundreds of markings covered the wall, tally marks... represented days? Months? I didn't know, but I knew it had been centuries over 500 years since the first war, since we had learned she had been taken. "A long time." She finally says. I advance slowly. "Everyone thinks you're dead." My voice is barely a whisper as I lift my blade again, she cowers, covering her ears. I flinch before letting it down onto the chain, breaking her free. "I know... I saw.. I saw my funeral.. before my powers faded.. Long ago. One of my last visions..." A seer? She was distant, as if she didn't believe this to be real, part of me didn't either. I had seen her before, in paintings. She was a child when she was taken but she looked the same, just... A woman.

"We have to go." I said quickly the shadows were whispering to me, telling me we didn't have time. Telling me if I didn't take her now we would be locked here together. Now that... I couldn't go back to that. "Where?" She asks, she hadn't made an effort to move, maybe.. She couldn't? "The night court. You will be safe there. I don't have time to explain but.. Tamlin is the only one left in spring.. The only one left in your family." I reached a scarred hand out to her. Loss & fear flashed in her eyes and I cursed myself for not finding a better way to tell her that her court was destroyed. "Please. You will be safe." I begged looking into her eyes trying to convey to her that I was safe. That I wouldn't hurt her that I wanted nothing more than to help her. Centuries. She had been down here. Longer than the torture I had endured for being the bastard that I was. "I will go with you, Shadowsinger." She whispered and she grabbed my hand, our eyes shot to each others as soon as our skin touched. Had she felt that? The jolt of electricity that seemed to surge through me, the tug that I had felt tingled. Something I never felt before. I ignored it and helped her to her feet, her knees buckled. "I can't walk." She squeaked, heat pricked her cheeks and something stirred inside me, I cleared my throat holding her steady before I lifted her off the ground her cheeks were flushed still and her throat bobbed. I averted my gaze, looking forward. She was naked, her skin ice cold. I didn't know how i hadn't noticed before. I could feel her scars, not like mine, delicate, long, thin scars that swirled around her body around her back and backs of her legs. She hugged her chest, trying to cover up.

"I will give you the clothes off my back if I have to," I finally broke the silence, I didn't look but I could feel her eyes snap to my face. I cleared my throat, feeling nervous? It had been a while since I had been in the presence of a naked female, let alone a long lost princess. "When we get out of here." I amended realizing I should have given her something before I picked her up. It was too unexpected, too strange to even know what to do. It didn't happen often where I was at a loss for solution. The pale night sky greeted us as we emerged from the dungeon I quickly set her in the grass stripping off my leathers as quickly as I could I unbuttoned my shirt looking anywhere but at her as I slid it off of my body and helped her into it, letting her deal with the buttons as I put my leathers back on now over my bare chest. "Thank you." Her voice was still barely a whisper and I wondered if she remembered how to use her voice... After all of those years alone down there... I nodded in response and scooped her up again, carefully, gently. So fragile.

"We have to go now, I'm going to winnow us." I warned, I didn't want to scare her. After all that trauma, I knew it would be hard not to. She was silent the whole journey, I went between winnowing and flying. Though the latter was my favorite as her golden locks flew around us in the wind. "You're going to be safe." I finally broke the silence as I finally landed on the outskirts of Velaris. Panic was in her eyes and I was sure it was because we were here, sure it was because the only thing she remembered of the night court was the stories she had heard before she was snatched away in the night herself by Hybern. "I promise." I reiterated, looking down at her again, really looking, for the first time. Caked with dirt but still the most beautiful fae I had ever scene my throat bobbed, cheeks burning as she stared back at me with an intensity I couldn't explain. As I approached the townhouse I slowed a bit in pace, thinking about the best way to do this, it was morning now, just before breakfast and I was sure my family was getting ready for their days. I was moving us through shadows knowing that attention was the last thing the princess wanted. She needed food, rest, a bath...

"You're going to have to just wait a moment I.. I have to explain everything to Rhys." I set her down on a garden bench and I removed my leathers draping them over her in a way though they were stiff it would help a little bit for warmth. She looked at me, face flushing as she took in my body, her throat bobbed, I stood straight realizing that I was still bent close. "I'll be right back." I breathed. She only nodded, I saw her swallow panic that flashed over her face, I was leaving her so soon, alone. "You're safe, I'll be right back." I repeated again and then handed her Truth Teller the blade looked rather large in her hand. "You won't need it. Just in case." I flashed a smile barely a whisper of one tugged at her pretty pink lips, still caked with dirt. I turned now, taking fast and long steps toward the town house, I slipped inside to find Rhys, Feyre, and Mor seated at the dining room table enjoying breakfast.

"Azriel," Rhys snickered taking the look of me in. "You forgot your clothes brother," he chuckles quietly earning smirks from the two ladies on either side of the table. I didn't have time for jokes, the shadows flared around me and Rhys' expression changed turning more serious and in turn so did Feyres and Mors. "What is it brother?" He asks this time, his tone serious. "I.. I found Gwendolyn.. In hybern I found.. I found the lost princess of Spring..." I fumbled over my words which was unusual for me. Rhys had paled his face serious.

"What?!" Mor demanded. "How is that possible she was taken in the first war? You found her body?" She squeaked out and I shook my head. "She's outside, in the garden I.. I have to go get her I told her I would be right back." I managed. "I promised her food and shelter... I hope it's okay..." I trailed off not breaking eye contact with Rhys. He only nodded. "Bring her inside." His voice was quiet but serious. They had abandoned picking on me for my lack of clothing, which was more than rare for me as I didn't like the way I looked like this exposing all of my scarred skin. "She- She's been in a dungeon, all this time.. Don't- Don't stare." I got out before I disappeared back outside into the garden not giving them even a moment to respond.

She was sitting there on the bench eyes wide with fear, darting around the garden, clutching the handle of the truth teller and holding it in front of her like she would stab anyone who came near. I cleared my throat and her eyes snapped to me, relief flashing through them. "Azriel," she breathed and I held back a curse at the sound of my name slipping from those gorgeous full pink lips, I couldn't even imagine how they would look once she was well fed. "Come little one," I purred in a soothing tone, out stretching my hand to her and she held the dagger in one hand and reached the other out for me but tugged me closer I felt the same tug in me once again, the one from the night before and I scooped her up again, not wanting to test if she could walk just yet, and it was an excuse to hold her body against mine. She wore my leathers now, swimming in them as she was so small, so tiny and fragile. All eyes fell on the princess as we entered the town house.

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#azriel smut #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #acotar #acotar smut #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction

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yoitsjay · 4 months ago

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Burdens to Carry

Pairings: Echo x fem! Senator reader

Summary: so much chaos all at once... Echos there to help you carry it.

Warnings: cannon violence, death, angsttt, happy ending, rushed ending lol

Word count: 5,360

thump… thump… thump- thump, thump

all you could hear was your heavy breathing and the loud and fast beat of your heart.

You were running but you didn’t know why. One moment everything was fine and the next… you were running into the forest and you thought you heard footsteps behind you, but all those sounds were dulled out as you focused on the sounds of your heavy breathing and your beating heart that was still. beating. Stay alive

Thump, thump, thump thump-

You jumped over a fallen log, bad had miscalculated the path in front of you, because as soon as you stepped forward onto the trail after the jump, you had caught your foot on a twisted vine, and you tumbled down, your body rolling down a steep hill, prickly bushes and sharp stones cutting your skin until finally you rolled to a stop at the bottom of what you assumed to be a river bed, the sounds of rushing water filling your ears and splashing on your clothes.

You pushed yourself up slowly, watching the blood leak from your arms and into the rushing water. You could still hear your heartbeat in your ears, and your ragged breathing.

Get up, Get up, Get up!

you managed to stumble to your feet, taking a quick look around, trying to decide your route to the safety of the palace. No, you were too far from the palace, you had to hide, but there were no caves, or dense foliage to cover yourself with. You were exposed in this river bed and you had no way to cross the river without getting pulled by its current.

“Senator~”

An eerie voice sang out, and you spun around to where you thought the voice was closest, but saw nobody. You took one step back, and then another before turning to run.

A sharp gasp fell from your lips as you saw one of the Empire’s new inquisitors. Their lightsaber was on, the red hue lighting the dark area around you, reflecting horror across your face as the inquisitor took a step forward as you took a step back.

“It’s not too late senator… ally with the Empire, and we won’t destroy you, or your world.” They hissed, raising their red lightsaber, pointing the tip towards your chest. You shook your head. “No.” You growled, or tried to anyway. But your voice cracked and your hands shook. You were afraid… deeply afraid.

“Oh… well that's too bad Senator.” the Inquisitor said, and raised their lightsaber, about to strike, only for a steel spear to pierce right through their armor, through their heart. Their saber fell to the ground, shutting off upon impact, and then the inquisitor fell, revealing your guard captain behind them, extending a hand to you. “Come senator, I found a speeder. We must get to the Capitol.”

thump… thump… thump

Your eyes shot open and you stared at the ceiling, gripping the sheets that made your bed as you blinked once, then twice before pushing yourself up. Your hair fell out of its loose bun, the elastic having slipped off through the night as it laid on a different part of the bed. A sigh fell from your lips and you fixed your hair, rubbing the back of your head as you just sat there, and recollected yourself.

“Sister? Are you awake?”

Your sister- the Queen’s voice flowed into your ears, and you grunted before standing up. “Yes, I'm awake.” You replied, and the door opened as your sister walked inside, offering you a kind smile. “I thought you and I could have some sister time? the council is quiet and i have no looming duties to fulfill… so i thought we could put on fun disguises and go out to the markets and shop around.” Your sister giggled.

You rolled your eyes at her playful attitude, she was the older sister but she acted more like a kid then you did, probably because as a Senator you had to deal with a lot more people than the Queen did… but… a break would be nice.

“Okay… yeah that- that sounds amazing.” You spoke softly, gathering your clothes for today in a neat pile on your bed. Your sister clapped her hands together and let out a quiet cheer, turning back to the door. “Good! meet me in the courtyard when you're ready.” She instructed, and left your room, closing the door behind her as she did so.

You let out another sigh, smiling absently to yourself as you got dressed. You had chosen to wear a white coloured cropped blouse that hung around your shoulders instead of your neck, showing off your shoulders, upper chest and collar bone. The top seam of the blouse had a different coloured strip of fabric, a sage green that matched the color of your baggy pants which were high waisted, so you didn’t show off much belly. But it was tight around your hips and thighs and then got wider as the pant leg got longer.

You tied it off with a silver necklace and a matching arm band, brushing your hair and curling the strands of hair that framed the sides of your face.

Soon you left your room, your guard captain following from a distance as you met up with your sister in the courtyard. She was wearing one of her ‘disguises’ which consisted of a beautiful flowy sundress and a matching coloured headband.

When she saw you her peaceful expression turned into a smile as she walked over and embraced you tightly for a few seconds before letting you go. “Oh I'm so excited! the guards will tail us from a distance but i took some fundage from the treasury so we can go shopping! we can get new clothes and food and little goodies.” She giggled, offering her hand to you which you took immediately, giving it a gentle squeeze before you settled for locking arms together as you walked side by side out of the palace grounds and towards the markets of the city.

Your planet, Abrium, was lush and magnificent. The planet had such varying types of terrain, ranging from mountains that spanned for miles to lush forests and fields of flowers. Underneath all that however was a large expansive cave system, filled with crystals and plant life, along with hot springs.

The crystals in those caves you had just learned were called Kyber Crystals by the Jedi, and they were used to create lightsabers. The mineral deposits were unknown to the Republic or to the separatists, and the Empire had no clue either. It was a secret the people of Abrium would take to their grave, not wanting to bring any conflict to an old neutral paradise.

You had kind of zoned out as you walked with your sister through the markets. She bought some trinkets here and there and some clothing items too, but y=nothing really sparked your interest, and if you did, you didn’t notice it.

That’s when your guard captain rushed up to you, and gently tapped your shoulder. “Senator, your highness, there are odd civilians following you, armed. We must get back to the castle.” He whispered to you, and you nodded, tugging your sister's arm. “Come on, we can always shop another time.” You stated, and walked back to the palace with your guards following close behind, a few of them scattered ahead of you as well.

You reached the palace unharmed, and you went back to the courtyard, still content on enjoying the day with your sister. You turned to the guard captain, pulling him aside for a moment. “Has my contact gotten back to you?” You asked quietly. The captain glanced around before nodding. “Yes, while you were in the marketplace I got his reply. He’s sending one of his finest here, an old friend he says.” The captain whispered. You, however, were surprised.

“Only one?” You asked, glancing around again just to make sure nobody was listening in. “he said it was all he could spare and that he was sorry. He wished he could do more.” The captain murmured. You sighed, but nodded. “When will he be arriving?” You asked, and the captain checked the com before telling you. “Tomorrow morning. I told the contact that he could land at your private dock.” The captain explained, and you nodded.

“Good… Thank you Captain.” You muttered before walking back to your sister. When the sun began to set you and your sister parted ways for the night, and you made your way back to your room, setting some of the trinkets your sister got for you on the table in your room. You sighed, walking over to the holo table that you had built in the center. Well you didn’t build it but you put it there.

You turned it on, noticing the red transmision button flashing, so you pressed it, knowing only your old friend had access to the channel.

Rex popped up on the golo table, and a smile enveloped your features just as it did his. “Hello senator.” He created, and you chuckled in response. “You don’t have to be so formal you know.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at him. “Your captain told you that I'm only sending one soldier?” Rex asked, and you nodded.

“Yes, and I understand why resources are limited… I try my best to fund you, but large amounts of money being sent to an untraceable source can look suspicious.” You sighed sadly, but Rex shook his head. “Don’t even apologize. You’re helping us out of kindness and we all appreciate it… Now, this clone is a very capable soldier, and he will keep you safer than most of your guards can, don’t worry.” Rex reassured, keeping things vague like always.

“Alright… Thank you Rex, and get some rest if you can.” You said softly, saying your goodbyes as you ended the transmission. You sighed again, removing your clothes from today, getting dressed in your sleep clothes after going through your bathroom routine.

And in bed you ended up, staring at the ceiling again, eyes following the painted stars that you had created so long ago. You smiled, and allowed yourself to drift off, hoping for a dreamless sleep for once.

A Dreamless sleep is what you got, and you stirred awake as the sun shined through your window, followed by your little alarm going off, which you quickly shut off since it was quite annoying.

You got up quickly, kind of excited for the day ahead, knowing you might see a familiar face from your past, or a man you had never met before. Either way, Rex assured you that he was a good soldier, and a good protector and you believed him.

You dressed in something a little more professional, wearing light tan pants and a cream coloured short dress on top, with one sleeve gone. The other sleeve was flowy, and on the back of the dress you had a cape connected to a clip on your shoulder, which allowed for easy removal.

You pulled on a pair of brown leather knee high boots, and then clipped a white belt around your waist before pulling on white arm sleeves that stopped at your elbow. They matched with the short dress, and it pulled off an elegant look, but also versatile.

After you were dressed and ready for the day, your Captain had commed you to let you know that your soldier had arrived in atmosphere and was flying to the Capitol, so you made your way to your private ship dock just as a ship, which looked to be an old mining vessel, flew in and landed on the landing bay. You stood back, the wind blowing through your hair as the ship finalized its procedures.

When the ramp opened you started walking forward, keeping your hands by your sides as you stopped a few feet away from the ramp, waiting patiently for the soldier to step out.

When he did, you could immediately tell he was a clone, but much paler than Rex or any of the clones you used to know. He also had cybernetic implants on his head, and what looked to be a scomp for one of his arms. He also had two metal legs, looking more droid than man. But he was definitely a clone.

When he saw you, his eyes had widened slightly. Rex didn’t tell him what senator he’d be meeting, and he never expected it to be you, despite the fact that this was your home planet. “Senator.” He greeted, trying to keep his voice from cracking as he walked up to you, extending his hand for you to shake.

You took it, and smiled, shaking his hand before letting go. There was something familiar about his voice, and his eyes… You stared at him for a moment, noticing him shift uncomfortably under your gaze. You then softened your eyes, and took a step back. “This way trooper, I'll show you to your room in my quarters and then I'll brief you on everything that’s happened.” You explained and the clone nodded.

“Sound’s good to me, senator.” The man spoke up, and again you paused, the more you heard him speak, the more familiar it was. You turned around, looking at him again with eyes narrowed. You studied him from head to toe before your eyes met his. You could see untold stories in his eyes, years of war… and months of trauma.

The way he acted, and spoke…

Your eyes widened in sudden realization, and it felt as if your heart had just been torn from your chest.

“Echo?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper, cracking still even as you spoke. The clone perked up when you had said his name, relieved that you had finally remembered him… from all those years ago, how could you forget a man like him.

“Oh my god- Echo!” You exclaimed, feeling a tear slip past your cheek but you paid it no mind, and instead launched yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Rex told me you died! after the attack on Kamino- he- i thought you were dead.” You choked out, feeling his arm squeeze your waist as he held you.

“Well I'm here, so obviously not dead.” He tried to joke, but when you pulled away and he saw your frown, he stopped joking around, and raised his hand to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry for that… I was… I was taken by the techno union and…” Echo trailed off, not really wanting to recount all the trauma he had undergone. His mechanical parts spoke volumes to what had happened.

“Oh Echo… I'm so sorry.” You whispered, pressing your forehead to his for a moment before you pulled away. “We can catch you up on all aspects of my life once we get you settled, okay? Come on sweetheart.”

You led Echo off the landing pad and back to your quarters, your bedroom was only a room inside an even bigger room, it was basically like a penthouse on Coruscant with a few bedrooms, a kitchen and living area.

You brought Echo to the room right beside yours, opening the door for him so he could look inside. “This is where you’ll be sleeping, it's right beside my room so if you hear anything you can rush in, to protect me.” You chuckled, leading him out to the holotable in the living area.

You started it up, and showed the castle and specifically your wing before you turned to him.

“So the Empire attempted to take my life for not allying with them, and they tried again by sending spies a few months later, so I reached out to our mutual friend for help and asked for a bodyguard of sorts, which is where you come in.” You started to explain, and clicked some buttons as you showed the members of the Abrium council. “I have dealings with these people all day every day, so I need you by my side for every minute. I have my guards but sometimes it's not enough and I care more about my sister’s life than I do my own, so I've pushed my guards more to her for her protection.”

You continued to explain all that has happened since the empire came into action, and Echo hung onto every detail until you finished speaking, turning to look at him. “So, that’s about everything. I don’t know how long you're going to need to stay for, I guess until I get some more soldiers… or until the empire backs off.” You huffed, staring into Echo’s eyes.

“Are you.. okay?” You blurted, glancing away from him for a moment. “I wasn't at first, but I had good friends who helped me get better.. who made me feel better. I may be more of a machine, but I still feel like I did when we first met.” He explained, and you nodded, looking at him again.

“Well, we’ve still got the day ahead of us, so why don’t I give you a tour of the palace? and you can meet my sister.” You suggested, and offered your arm to him, which he took with a smile.

You showed off the main points of interest of the castle before you reached the throne room, pushing the large double doors open, smiling as you saw your sister perched on her throne. “Oh! Good morning dear sister, who’s your friend?” Your sister questioned as you and Echo walked forward. “This is the protection I told you about when the attempts first started.” You explained, smiling at Echo who in return smiled at you.

“I’m just giving him the tour.” You added, however, you noticed an uneasy look on your sister's face, and you frowned. “Is something wrong?” You asked, however your sister shook her head. “No! No of course not… maybe you should take Echo for a trip to the petel fields?” She suggested, and your eyes widened.

“o-of course your majesty.” You replied, grabbing Echo’s hand as you led him out of the throne room. “What’s going on? what’s the petel fields?” He asked, following behind you as you practically dragged him through the halls until you reached the fence that led to the forest. “Infultraters. we made a code, and Petel fields means leave the castle and get to the safe place.” You explained, finding an opening in the fence where you slipped through, gesturing for Echo to follow.

“What about the queen, is she going to be okay?” Echo asked as he followed you through the forest. “The guards know the protocols. She will be escorted to her quarters and defended there.” You explained… at least that's what you desperately hoped for…

Just then, you heard shouts coming from your right, and as you turned your head you saw several storm troopers heading towards you. “Run!” You exclaimed, unclipping your cape as you threw it at the troopers before running with Echo through the brush.

You had a certain path to follow, one that would take you to the safe room you and your sister created in the cave system underneath the castle. You grabbed Echo’shand, taking a sharp turn down a small hill, disappearing in a crack in the stone wall. Echo grunted as he squeezed himself through, and then chased after you through the cave, trying not to get distracted by the shining stones that made the cave glow.

You heard shots being fired at the crack in the wall, the stormtroopers hoping to break open the crack some more to get in, but instead of opening it, they only made it worse as the top part of the cavern in that area started to crumble before falling, blocking the entrance.

You cursed under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut as you listened to the harsh beating of your heart.

thump thump, thump thump

“I’m okay… I'm okay.” You whispered to yourself, turning to look at Echo, who had a concerned look on his face. “Come on, there's another exit that leads us farther away from the castle, but it will be safe.” You explained, and led him through the caverns.

You were very silent as you and Echo walked side by side, however as you entered a cavern with hot springs, you let yourself pause, and tried to relax… But the nerves just kept building up, and you kept thinking about your sister.

“Let’s take a break.” You muttered to Echo, and sat down by the hot springs, letting the steam climb up your back slightly. You hugged your knees to your chest, not wanting to give away what you were feeling, but Echo could tell just by looking at you that you were stressed, and worried and right now it was all crashing down at you all at once.

A single tear fell down your cheek, before the onslaught came and you hid your face in your arms which rested on your knees. Echo, who had been sitting across from you had now moved to sit beside you, hearing your quiet sobs that were muffled by your arms.

Slowly he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you fell apart even more, letting your arms wrap around his torso as you gripped him tightly, your years steadily streaming down your face as you cried.

Echo just held you, knowing that this comfort was all you needed at the moment, just the silent reassurance that you weren’t alone. Eventually your tears came to a halt, and you slowly pulled yourself away from his grip, staring into his eyes which were once a deep brown, and were now a pale yellow, almost golden in color.

“You're not just a machine to me Echo… I want you to know that.” You sniffled, gently laying a hand on his mechanical leg. “You may have metal parts… but you're still you… and- i’m still me… we’re human and nothing and nobody is gonna change that,: You whispered to him, seeing the slight smile that crept up his lips.

“Thank you Y/n.” He muttered, and you just sat beside him, resting your head against his shoulder as a sigh escaped your lips. “I’m so worried Echo… about my sister, my home… all of it.” You muttered, sitting there for a few more moments before you stood up.

“Come on, we shouldn’t dawdle anymore. I have to make sure my sister’s okay.” You breathed out.

Soon you had exited the cave systems, and cautiously made your way back to the castle. Everything was eerily quiet, so in turn, so were you and Echo.

You reached the throne room, poking your head inside to look around when you spotted it, a limp form on the throne, blood splattered around it. A sharp gasp left your lips, and you immediately ran towards the throne, more tears springing from your eyes as your sister laid cold in your arms.

“No!” You roared, holding her tightly. “Where were the guards!” You shouted, clutching the queen to your body as you sobbed.

Echo knelt down by your side, placing his hand gently on your shoulder, frowning down at the body in your arms. “Come on, we need to get you somewhere safe. The castles been compromised.” He muttered, but you refused to let your sister go.

She was still warm, but her life was gone. She was freshly murdered, and you were furious…

The guards finally arrived, having heard your shouts. The guard captain approached, horror written across his face. “Oh no… gods…” He muttered, and you snapped your head around, glaring at him with the fury of hundreds. “Where were you! You were supposed to defend her!” You shouted, your grip on her body loosened now, which allowed Echo to move her away from you.

You stood up, taking a few steps towards the guard captain. “We found knocked out guards a few moments ago Senator, So we rushed here as soon as we found them… I'm so sorry.” He whispered, avoiding your furious stare.

“Fools.” You sneered, Pushing past them. “Gather all able bodied men and women, arm them and push these imperials off my planet!” You shouted, glancing back at your dead sister, whom Echo had covered with the cape she had worn earlier today.

You clenched your hands into fists, and turned away. “The duty falls to the second in line… I am the successor. So once these imperials are wiped out, we will take further action… until then Those are your orders. Echo, with me.” You ordered, and the man was by your side in an instant as you walked out of the throne room towards your quarters.

The tears were still flowing amidst All that anger, and when you reached your quarters you let out a furious scream, grabbing the nearest item to throw against the wall, which ended up being a vase which shattered upon impact.

Echo walked up behind you, turning your head towards him as he pulled you into his embrace, rubbing your back as you sobbed again… Now with the loss of your sister, and the oncoming burden of The crown, and the threat of your own death…

it Shattered you.

Every memory of your sister, every laugh, and smile in your mind. It shattered you. But Echo held you up even as your legs gave out from underneath you.

He had swooped you up into his arms, carrying you to your bedroom where he laid you in bed. But he didn't leave your side, running his fingers through your hair to help calm you down.

The tears slowed, and your sobs quieted as you just laid there, unmoving and unspeaking.

The guards carried Out your will and armed those who could and were willing to fight for Abrium. And they fought for days against whatever troops the empire sent. And for those days you were just frozen. In fear, grief? Maybe a bit of it all.

But Echo was there for you, he made sure you ate and stayed hydrated. With your minimal verbal confirmation He had changed you into your sleeping clothes so you were more comfortable. And he protected you just like he swore to you he would.

The imperials ran after four days of fighting. Your people were skilled, and it scared the empire as more and more of their troops perished. And they soon gave up on your planet, thinking it was not worth the resources anymore…

You started climbing out of your haze by then, at least for your sister's funeral. You didn't speak, you had the right to mourn just like your citizens did, and they understood too…

Echo wouldn't leave until he knew you were okay, and you were so grateful for him, and his witty conversations. It was something you had started to look forward to every morning… and fall in love with all over again…

You had been with him years ago, if only for a brief moment. It was the best years of your life that you had spent with him. And now all that was coming back to you… Especially on your coronation day.

You stood tall, your eyes never leaving Echos as he stood by the seats in your line or vision as you were crowned Queen of Abrium. It was a responsibility you never wanted, but a responsibility you'd take if it meant keeping your people safe… but there was more you could do…

“People of Abrium!” You shouted, your voice carrying across the large palace plateau, seeing All your people gathered together to see you take leadership. “We firsthand have seen the horrors the Empire Is willing to commit just for greed! And there have been sparks in the galaxy, rebels who want to fight back against this wretched empire!” You exclaimed, glancing at Echo as you smiled.

“I am proud to announce to you that these rebel cells will have our support! And a place to settle if need be! I will not stand by as innocents, like us, are slaughtered for not complying with the Empire's new rule!” You shouted, and your people cheered. “We will usher in a new era, together. And we will fight for peace!”

More cheers erupted from the crowd, and you smiled, but were quickly overwhelmed. Echo was about to step towards you to congratulate you when a loud shot sounded through the plateau.

It was like the world was moving in slow motion as Echo saw the red blaster shot fly past him and imbed itself in your chest, closer to your shoulder. You fell to The ground, your guards immediately surrounding you. Echo rushed to you as well, crouching down by your side as more guards were sent out to find the assailant.

Echo cupped your cheek with his hand, quietly begging for you to wake up, to not die… He applied pressure to the bleeding wound on your shoulder, and he heard a wince leave your lips. He sighed in relief. If you were in pain, then you weren't dead.

“We need to get her to the infirmary.” Echo stated, lifting you up in his arms as he nodded to the guards, who kept a tight formation around you and Echo as he brought you to the palace infirmary.

The nurse droid told him you'd be fine, but even then he never left your side. keeping your hand in his as you recovered.

So much chaos, and pain that you had to endure these past months since you first were attacked. Echo felt horrible for you… which made leaving your side when the time came even harder, especially now that a relationship had bloomed between you two. As much as you tried to hide your attraction, Echo very much felt the same about you, and you knew it too.

He had kissed you the night before your coronation, and you kissed him back. You praised him, and made him feel comfortable In his skin. You were significantly shorter than him, so brushing against his metal parts was common, but every time you did you reassured him that you didn't mind it, and you still cared for him regardless.

He wanted you to know he cared for you too, so much…

“Mhm- Echo” You whispered, your weak voice catching his attention in an instant. Echo stared at you, squeezing your hand gently. “Are you okay love? Do you need anything? Water?” He asked, but a light squeeze from your hand told him all he needed to know, and he calmed down, pressing his head to yours.

“You scared me, Mesh'la.” He muttered, hearing your soft chuckle. “I'm sorry my darling… but I have a question for you.” You spoke softly, seeing Echo pull back so you could look at him properly. “Echo… I want you to stay with me. I want to be able to love you, and see you every day.” You whispered, holding his hand tightly.

“Mesh'la i-”

“Marry Me.” You breathed out, your words catching him off guard entirely. “What?” He asked, and you grinned coyly. “Marry Me, silly man. lead your rebellion here, help Rex Not just as a trooper, but as a king” You mused, lifting his hand to your lips as you kissed his knuckles gently. “I-”

“Think about it, darling.”

And think about what he did. Years Later you stood with Echo, having landed on Pabu for a little visit so you could meet his brothers, his family… so you could get married in a place that was so gorgeous, surrounded by kind people and family.

If your sister was watching, you knew she'd be proud of you…

You stared up into the sky, holding Echo’s hand as birds flew above you. You turned to look at him, noticing that he was already staring at you. “I love you, Echo.” You whispered, leaning into him as he chuckled.

“I love you too, Mesh'la”

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Desert Rose

Chapter 19 ~ Goodbye

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.7k

In this chapter ~ In a fit of panic and utter devastation, Rose is forced to make the hardest and most painful decision she has ever had to make in her life. But in her mind, it was all for the best. Although, someone seemed to catch her in her little white lies.

There was silence, with a slight ringing left in my ears. The world felt like it stopped spinning for a second, though it was short, it seemed like we all silently felt it. As soon as that little girl's body hit the ground with a soft thud, everything paused for this devastating moment in time.

Carol's sobs never stopped for her daughter as she eventually squirmed out of my hold, rushing towards the RV as she cried. And I let her go. This was truly an unexpected loss, one that we didn't even want to imagine let alone actually face it. She needed time to mourn, time to heal, so I let her go.

Beth then ran forward, crying and approaching the sea of dead walkers that we left behind, her eyes scanning each and every one. She bent down when she saw a familiar face, sniffling as she kneels closer to see them a bit better. But suddenly the walker jolted back up, still somehow alive as it grabbed ahold of her while it could.

She let out an ear piercing scream the second she felt its cold grasp, causing me to jump back up to my feet and rush over towards her as fast as I could. I grabbed onto her arm in attempts to pry the dead one off of her, while Andrea didn't have to think twice before shooting it in the head. The second she was out of its grasp Beth fell into my arms sobbing, burying her face to try and silence her cries.

I just held her close, noticing after a moment that a few tears escaped my eyes as well, running down my cheeks effortlessly. I tried to comfort her as best as I could while rubbing her back softly, she just continued to cling onto my shirt as her sobs only grew. Hershel then made his way over to me with his arms extended out, and I gently pulled Beth off of me, lightly pushing her towards her dad. He quickly took her in his arms, glaring daggers at the few men that still stood around the empty barn, before the Greene's were back off towards the house. Only now, he wasn't sparing any of us a second glance.

Though Shane wasn't willing to accept that as he began to follow them, hearing him already beginning to start something else as if what he had just done wasn't enough.

But I took this as my opportunity and slipped away too. I saw the obvious fight that was about to happen between Shane and Hershel, and I did not want to be a part of it. Shane had probably ruined our chances at staying here and the Greene's would just kick us off their property without batting an eye.

Needless to say, I began to walk quickly towards the woods to just get away from everything. The chaos, the cries, and even everyone else whom I couldn't even bare to look at right now. I felt as if I had just been punched in the stomach after witnessing something my mind couldn't even fathom, and I needed to get away before I exploded.

But much to my dismay, I didn't make it very far, not far at all, before I heard his voice speak up softly from behind me.

"Where you goin?" he asked.

I sighed heavily before turning around to face him, "Just away. I need... I need to get out of here for a while."

He slowly nodded in understanding, "Ya want to be alone?"

"Yeah." I said simply, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill in front of him. I didn't want him to see me break, not now, not ever.

But he noticed the obvious slight crack in my voice as I held in my emotions, daring to take a step closer to me, but I only took a step back. A small frown stretched onto his lips at my actions but I needed space. I needed to think.

"I'm sorry I just... I need to go." I muttered before turning around without another word.

I made my way deeper and deeper into the forest, shoving the branches out of my way and not stopping for anything. I didn't know where to go, where to run off to, all I knew was that I couldn't stay on that farm for another second. Not when the dead bodies were only piled up front and center for everyone to see.

Time almost didn't exist as I didn't know how long I walked quickly through the trees, only stopping suddenly when I spotted a log that I could sit on for a while. I plopped down slowly with a huff, trying to steady my racing heart as I was clearly moving faster than I realized. But as soon as I felt myself relax, the tears only resurfaced, and this time, the dam broke completely.

Today was the first day I have cried in a very long time, I couldn't even remember the last time I had. But today I did. I cried for the group, I cried for Carol, and I cried for Sophia. Everyone has been through so much in such a short amount of time, it seemed as though everything was going wrong all at once. Only getting worse as time went on.

I stayed out there for what felt like hours, repeatedly wiping my eyes over and over again as the flood wouldn't stop. But my movements suddenly paused, remembering something that made me snap back into reality faster than I ever had before.

This was it, this was the reason I was on my own. This was the reason I couldn't be around anyone else, why I couldn't function well with a group. I've gotten too attached to these people, each and every one of them meant something to me, and I thought of them as family. Sophia's death just reminded me of all the cons when it came to having people around.

In the very back of my mind I knew that I was better off on my own, and the thought of leaving suddenly creeped back into my head. It would hurt them, and I knew that, but life would go on and over time they would forget about me. They would carry on, hopefully moving forward even after a hard day like this. I knew deep down that they would thrive and be just fine throughout the rest of their lives. The lives that I would no longer be a part of.

Tears formed in my eyes once more as I thought more about leaving this group behind, but I quickly blinked them away. I had cried enough, and I had already made my decision. I would leave tonight.

I didn't want to, truly it pained me more than I would ever let on, but I couldn't keep doing this. Getting close with someone and then having them taken away from you is more painful than any gunshot wound could ever be.

I had stayed out in the woods for much longer than I realized, probably thinking much more than I needed to. But eventually I noticed where the sun was placed in the sky, and I thought it was a good time to head back to the farm. Though I was walking for a pretty long time as I slowly made my way back, not really knowing how far I ran.

When the house started to come into view, I could see people starting to gather around what looked like a few graves. It clicked together in my mind that they had cleaned everything up, now having a funeral for Sophia and Hershel's loved ones. To me, it couldn't have felt like worse timing, but yet I still walked up to them slowly, trying not to draw attention as they all turned to silently pay their respects.

But I wasn't alone for long before I felt a presence beside me and I looked to my right, seeing Glenn looking down at me with sympathy in his eyes. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to him as we listened. I didn't fail to notice that Carol was missing the second I walked in here, but I also understood why she might not have wanted to come. It was painful enough to see her walk out of that barn, why would she want to face everyone after that happened?

After Hershel was done reading from the bible, we all stood there in silence for a few moments, though it was long and painful as you could probably hear a pin drop among us. Then little by little, people started to slowly break away as they had said their final goodbye.

But my eyes followed Daryl once he stepped forward, delicately placing a Cherokee rose on top of Sophia's grave. My heart broke even more if that were possible, seeing the defeated look on his face once he stepped away was only the cherry on top of the cake.

Moments after that, I slowly broke away from Glenn without glancing back at him. I couldn't. Not when I knew I would soon be leaving him after everything. He was always there to comfort me when I needed it, and he was the first one who actually cared enough to get to know me. He gave me a chance that no one else did at first. His kindness alone is what would make me miss him more than anything, but I needed to protect myself and him as well. I just hoped that he would understand in the end.

I mindlessly headed towards the RV where I assumed Carol was sitting, wanting her to know at least once how much I wanted to be there for her. Although I didn't want to bombard her further, I wanted her to know how much I felt for her. Just once.

When I slowly entered the space, she was sat right at the table near the window, staring blankly at the graves that were practically across the field. My steps were slow and hesitant as I approached her, but I didn't hesitate to sit down across from her once I reached the seat.

She didn't glance over at me, nor did I say a word, I only reached down and grasped one of her hands in my own, squeezing it lightly. Her eyes met mine when the feeling registered in her mind, giving me the best smile she was able to muster without uttering a thing, but I didn't expect her to. But I wanted her to know that I was here right now to give her any kind of comfort that she needed.

I sat with her in silence for a few minutes before I could sense she just wanted to be alone, so I left to head into the house. It was surprisingly quiet when I walked in, no on really lingering in the space as I headed towards the kitchen to grab something to eat.

I was only met with Beth standing near the sink as she washed a few dishes silently. She hardly moved, barely even acknowledged my presence when I was far from quiet the moment I walked in the room.

"Hey hon." I greeted her, hoping I could grab her attention, but she didn't respond.

My eyebrows pulled together in concern as I watched her hand slowly stop washing the plate in her grasp, before she suddenly became limp, starting to fall to the ground. My arms instinctively extended out, but she hit the floor far too fast before I could catch her, landing on the tile with a loud bang. I rushed over to her with widened eyes, lifting her head up to see her skin looked deathly pale.

"Hershel! Maggie!" I called out, hoping someone would be close.

Only seconds after my voice echoed throughout the house, footsteps came rushing into the room, whipping my head around to see Maggie standing there in shock.

"What happened?" she asked frantically.

I shook my head, "I don't know, she was washing the dishes and then she just fell."

"Okay... let's get her to her room, will you help me?" she asked.

"Yeah of course." I instantly replied.

She moved over quickly, helping me as we slung either of her arms over our shoulders to bring her all the way upstairs. The two of us carefully set her down on her back flat on the mattress, Maggie moving quickly now to try and figure out what was wrong. Neither of us knew where Hershel was so the moment I knew Beth was safe, I made my way out of the house to see if anyone else had seen him recently.

Rick walked past the second I opened the front door, and I took my chances as I called his name, gesturing him to come over.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately upon seeing the look I had on my face.

"Have you seen Hershel? Beth collapsed and we don't know what's wrong with her." I said quickly.

But he shook his head, "I haven't seen him since the funeral." he stated.

My mouth parted to respond, but Maggie's voice cut through whatever I was about to say. "Rose! Come here for a second!"

I didn't need to think twice before I turned around back into the house, Rick following close behind me. She was holding something in her hands and when I got a closer look, I saw that it was a flask with beautiful patterns engraved on the sides.

"I think I know where he is. He was a drinker before I was born, and there's a bar not too far from here and I think he might've gone there. The walkers, the funeral... it all might've been too much for him." Maggie rambled in a panic.

Rick nodded immediately, "I'll go after him, just tell me where it is."

Maggie looked over at me, and I knew what she was silently asking. "Go, I'll keep an eye on Beth." I spoke.

She smiled gratefully and gave my arm a squeeze before walking off with Rick to give him the directions on where to head off. I looked over to my right as I watched them leave for a few moments, before my eyes suddenly caught sight of Daryl making his way towards me quite quickly. My heart involuntarily did a flip and without thinking, I quickly rushed up the stairs, not daring to look back at him. I couldn't talk to him. If I talked to him; it would make me want to stay.

After I made it through the threshold of the girl's room, I closed the door quietly behind me as I glanced over in Beth's direction. Her eyes were still closed as beads of sweat pooled at the top of her forehead, and I began to move forward to sit at the edge of her bed, taking her hand in my own.

Seeing her like this only caused my mind to spiral. Not just because of this, but because of everything that seemed to be happening all at the same time. People being shot, the walkers, Sophia, the funeral, leaving everyone. The last one still caused my heart to sting the most. I grew clueless as I had no idea what I would do, or what I would say- oh my God what would I say? What could I say?

Suddenly, a lightbulb appeared just right above my head as I let go of Beth's hand, starting to search around her room for paper and a pen. After only a few seconds I found them pretty quickly in a nearby desk drawer before I sat myself back down on the mattress.

My mind raced as I started writing everything I wanted to say down on this piece of paper. Every little thing that I wanted to get off my chest, and every little thing that I wanted him to know. I needed to leave something, not just disappear and have them constantly wondering if I went missing too. I couldn't just leave them in the dark.

Although I was startled when the door in front of me suddenly flew back open, Maggie standing there a bit out of breath, but she still managed a smile.

"Hey, I'm sorry I took so long. Glenn decided to go with Rick to get my dad back." she informed me.

"Oh, it's okay, I just hope they all make it back safe." I said with a small smile.

She nodded and sat down next to me, "What are you writing?" she asked.

I folded the piece of paper and shook my head, "Just my thoughts, I wanted to write them all down to... I don't know, get them out of my head, I guess? Does that make any sense?" I chuckled.

She nodded immediately, "No it does, I get it. A lot happened today and honestly, I can't wait for it to be over."

I just nodded in return and we sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, just listening to the clock ticking by the seconds in the corner of the room. I could tell she was worried about her dad, but she tried to put up a front that she was fine. But I could tell she definitely wasn't fine, her fidgety hands and darting eyes mostly gave her away.

"I really hope my dad lets you guys stay..." she suddenly admitted, "I like having you here."

I looked at her and gave her a sad smile. "Yeah me too." I replied.

She returned the gesture, before wrapping her arm around my shoulders and pulled me in for a side hug, while I wrapped my arm around her as the silence filled around us once again. I was trying not to let myself get emotional yet again because I knew no matter if the group was allowed to say or not, I would be leaving Maggie and Beth behind.

What I was doing was far from easy, but in the end it would protect me the most from something that left me terrified. I just had to keep telling myself that eventually they would get over it, and so would I.

I found that I purposely avoided Glenn, Daryl, and Carl today simply because I felt like I couldn't look at any of them in the eyes and lie to them. But then it seemed to hit me that if Glenn left with Rick, I probably would never see him again. Swallowing thickly, I shook my head as to not even give the tears a chance to return to my eyes before I was abruptly getting up from the bed.

"Well, I'm going to head out."

She smiled and nodded, "Okay, see you later."

I hummed a response before walking out of the room and down the creaking steps, making my way towards Daryl's tent. Though I noticed pretty quickly it wasn't in the same place that I recognized, but much further away from everyone. But I didn't question it too much because I didn't really care, silently knowing that he had his reasons for moving away. Maybe his thought process wasn't too far off from mine.

Daryl sat tall on a tree stump towards the left of the tent when I approached the space, sharpening the knife I recognized, his eyes not even glancing in my direction. I didn't mind though, I didn't want to talk to him if I didn't have to, it would just make it even harder than it already was. His movements didn't halt even when I was standing only inches away, fixated on what he was doing rather than my presence.

My fingertips barely brushed up against the fabric of the tent, reaching for the zipper to finally pull it open, when something thick cut through the silent air that stopped me completely.

"Yer avoidin me."

His voice echoed around the quiet, causing me to shut my eyes tightly as I mentally cursed at the sudden small talk. But I still turned back to face him again, seeing that there truly wasn't a way out of it now. But his eyes never looked up at me as he spoke, just stayed focused on the weapon in his hands.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice coming out a little more aggressive than I intended.

My tone seemed to catch his attention pretty quick as his eyes now snapped to me, "I mean whenever I try to talk to ya, ya disappear."

I slightly threw my hands up in the air, "I just needed to be alone today."

"Yer lyin." he accused.

"No, I'm not." I said defensively.

"Yeah, ya are. I saw you go in to check on Carol, I saw you talkin to Maggie and Rick, and I saw you go up to look after Beth. Yer lyin. Yer avoidin me. Why?" he asked.

I scoffed at his obvious attention to detail, "Okay, first of all I checked on Carol because she didn't even show up to her own daughter's funeral. Second, I was talking to Maggie and Rick because Hershel's missing and we need to find him for Beth, who in case you forgot, is unconscious at the moment. And third I am not avoiding you, I just didn't want to talk, okay?"

He stared at me for a few moments, and I just knew in the back of my mind he didn't believe a word that was coming out of my mouth. I felt bad for lying to him, but I had to do this, and I knew if I told him the truth he would surely try to stop me.

When I realized he wasn't going to respond, I turned around and went into the tent to gather my things together, I made sure I had enough food and water in my bag as well. I had all of my weapons with me, and then took out the piece of paper from my pocket and scribbled Daryl's name on the front of it with the pen I still had from Beth's room. I propped it up on his sleeping bag and took the Cherokee rose he had gotten for me, placing it right next to the note.

Once I had gotten everything together, I poked my head out of the tent to see Daryl was now nowhere in sight. I walked out with my things and gave one last long look at the farmhouse before heading off into the woods, walking away for good. My eyes stung more and more with every step I took, but for some reason, I didn't stop.

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whumpshaped · 1 year ago

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Helle and beckett, but they are dancing (i know, crazy.)

anywho they're dancing and having some fun. genuine fun and afterwards helle feeds off beck but takes care to be gentle... Idk I thought maybe there shouldn't always be a bad time, maybe a less awful time at least

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, idle whump, intimate whumper, emotional whump, memory loss

"It is such a beautiful night tonight." Helle was jumping around on one of the classical music playlists, skipping forward, changing their mind, going back. Beck didn't know any of the pieces, but the vampire seemed very intentional. They were looking for something. "The kind that brings up memories."

"Of when you were still alive?"

They tilted their head just a little, lost in thought. They skipped another piece. "I think so. I wish I could say for sure."

Beck didn't really understand whenever they said something like this. More and more, he was beginning to think Helle barely remembered their life. And while he wasn't terribly sympathetic towards a demon like them, this thought always made him a little sad.

"What memories?" he asked gently.

"Maybe memory is the wrong word to use." They finally settled on a soft melody, one that reminded Beck of old movies and ballroom dances. "It is more of a... feeling." They turned around and extended a hand to him, paired with a smile that seemed quite genuine compared to the mocking or condescending ones he was usually given. "I can show you what I mean."

"Ah, uh..." He swallowed nervously, realising Helle was definitely asking for a dance. "I've never... um... I've never done, uh–"

They rolled their eyes, but without any real malice behind the gesture. "Yes, I figured. Lucky for you, I can lead wonderfully."

They pulled him up from the sofa despite his protests, guiding his left hand to their shoulder and taking the right one in their own. He flinched a little when they put a hand on his waist, and they murmured a soothing 'relax' in response.

"You do not have to worry about anything," they reassured him again, and really, Beck was trying not to; new situations simply weren't his strong suit.

But Helle wasn't lying when they said they could lead. It was... strange, to trust them so unconditionally. Maybe it was the fact that it was already late into the night and he was tired, but it barely took him a couple minutes to start believing that Helle wasn't about to use this opportunity to completely humiliate him in some way. It was so easy to to allow them full control over his movements.

"This is the memory," they whispered. "Dancing in the moonlight, carefree and... happy, I think. My body remembers the steps and how it felt to hold someone... But I cannot actually remember the night, nor the person I was holding."

Beck felt a pang of compassion, an emotion that always scared him when it came to Helle. He couldn't help it. The moment was so intimate, even between the two of them. He couldn't imagine what it would've been like to have shared it with someone he loved, then forget about it so completely.

"I'm sorry," he said without thinking, and it made Helle chuckle.

"For what? Whoever it was, they are most likely dead by now. It is better for me to forget."

As the piece was coming to its end, Helle stopped and changed their hold on his hand. He didn't say a thing when they slowly brought it to their lips, biting into the soft flesh on the inside of his wrist. It was almost gentle, the way they did it. Careful. As though they didn't want to break this spell of calm.

Beck was thankful that he could lean on them, and even more so for the hand still resting on his waist, steadying him. It was almost comforting. The playlist moved on as Helle fed, and the room was filled with another melancholic tune. He could've easily fallen asleep to it.

"You should get some rest," Helle said when they finished, and Beck could hardly believe his wishes were coming true. He didn't need to be told twice.

"Thank you," he said quietly before he turned to go back to his bedroom. "It was... a nice evening. And night."

"All I hear is that you want to slow dance with me every night from now on," they teased, and Beck huffed out a laugh. As if. "You are right, though," they went on, their voice taking on a more serious tone that made him stop and hear them out. "It was nice. Thank you for indulging me, dear."

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#at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #helle #beckett #vampire whumper #intimate whumper #emotional whump #memory loss

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snootlestheangel · 11 months ago

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Break For Your Heart Snippet

"🔫 for something Prison Break AU related " from Snootles's homebrew ask game @stuffireadandenjoy *this sat in my drafts way too long. I had an idea and then it went poof! But I like this one better*

[takes place post-prison break]

"What's it like?" Simon asked, breaking the awkward silence as they both struggled to fall asleep. Soap didn't move from his bed, kept his back to Simon, and for a brief moment, he tricked Simon into thinking he had managed to fall asleep.

"What's what like?" Soap finally grunted, as he had grown tired of the eyes burning into the back of his head.

"Taking someone's life." Simon whispered into the dark room, and this prompted Soap into lifting his head off the pillow long enough to glance at Simon over his shoulder.

"I felt powerful." Soap whispered back just as quietly, and the words lingered in the cold air longer than they should have.

"Granted, I don't consider the lives I took to be people. They were monsters." Something in the way Soap growled the word made a knot form in Simon's stomach. A knot of sympathy, a knowing and an understanding. It wasn't the first time Soap had hinted at taking the life of an abuser, but Simon still wasn't sure of the relationship between Soap and his apparent abuser.

"Remember me telling you about the guy that I burned alive? How I shoved a poker through his chest so he couldn't get up?" Soap asked, and the quiet, almost shameful way he spoke sent a chill down Simon's spine.

"Yeah."

"We were partners. We'd been together for about four years by then. He had started hitting me a year prior. He got worse." Soap paused long enough to swallow past the knot forming in his throat, but Simon didn't mind. He knew the pain of having to recount your trauma to someone else.

"I was burning papers that had personal information. They were outdated by several years, and I needed to get rid of 'em. He came home drunk again. We started arguing and it got heated pretty fast. I remember feeling so fed up with his bullshit that when he got physical, I just saw red. I pushed him harder and he lost his balance. I don't even really remember grabbing the poker, if I'm being honest." Soap trailed off towards the end, but Simon couldn't form anything to say. What could he say to such a confession?

"I was happy though. Watching him burn felt good. Same thing I told the cops, same thing I told the judge. I did it, and I don't regret it."

"I'm sorry, Johnny." Simon breathed out, finding nothing else to convey everything he was feeling in the moment.

"'S fine, I guess. Fucked up by extending my sentence but, I don't regret killing those guards either." Soap stated rather matter-of-factly as he tried to cover a yawn. Simon's eyes widened as he stared at Soap, the other oblivious to his panic.

"You killed guards?"

"Aye. They were right bastards though. Kept using their power to hurt some of the prisoners in other wings. They knew better than to mess with us, but one day they fucked up. They got arrogant and fell for my trap." Soap had gotten quiet again, but this time his voice was filled with the call of sleep, yet Simon couldn't be more awake.

"Is that why the guards were all afraid of you?"

"Aye. It's how I got the name Soap, too." Soap mumbled, and the additional information only made Simon frown.

"How exactly?"

"Tied 'em up with their belts. Dislocated their jaws and shoved a bar of soap down each their throats. Held their nose so they couldn't breathe." Soap murmured, shifting so he sank further into the pillows.

"Yeh sure are askin' a lot of questions, Si." Soap said, a light chuckle accompanying his words. A blush burned at his ears, and for once, Simon was grateful for the dark.

"Guess I'm morbid like the rest of them." Simon mumbled back, and Soap only snorted.

"I think it's cause yeh like me." Simon blamed Soap's words on the effects of sleep, as the Scot was quick to begin softly snoring after the teasing words.

"G'night Johnny."

#soap x ghost #soapghost #ghostsoap #prison break au #break for your heart #it's unhinged!soap time #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #snootles's homebrew ask game

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alice-after-dark · 6 months ago

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Late Night with the Radio Demon - The Deal

Tagging @hiemaldesirae as promised :)

Vincent and Alastor hash out their deal.

Vincent is still sitting on the floor of his destroyed apartment, staring up at the strange looking deer man above him.

He is the Radio Demon and he wants to make a deal.

"It's quite simple, really! Quite simple!" he crooned, unsettling smile too wide. "You do some favors for me, and I'll use my power to guarantee your success!"

It did seem simple enough...too simple. Vincent had been in the television industry long enough to know that nothing was ever so easy. All around them, the shadows writhed and twisted as though alive. A thin tendril slithered over his hand and he quickly snatched it away, heart threatening to break free from his ribcage. Slowly, the TV host got to his feet, making sure to keep some distance between himself and the demon.

"I can give you everything your little heart desires!" the Radio Demon continued. "All I need from you is a little cooperation."

"Why?" Ah yes, let us question the all-powerful eldritch demon standing in our living room. That can only go well. "Why are you interested in helping me?"

Wait.

Was he seriously considering this?

It was insanity at its finest. Making a deal with a demon. A very real fucking demon. But what were his options, really? He was expected to double his ratings by the end of the month. Yes, his show was steadily climbing in popularity, but such a jump would be impossible. Impossible...without a little help. Fuck, he really was considering this.

"For the entertainment, of course!" the demon cackled. "Of course it would just be bad business to not require some form of payment for my services, but truly my interest lies in the entertainment of humanity and its pathetic, desperate attempts at improvement! Laughable, really, but so amusing to watch them try!" He extended a hand, bowing forward. "So do we have a deal?"

Vincent swallowed, physically restraining his own hand from grasping the demon's. "Not yet." He struggled to keep his voice even. Inky black tendrils hovered around him like curious snakes. "These...favors...they can't interfere with my success...and...I only owe you one a day."

The demon blinked and Vincent felt his throat tighten. Aaaaaand this is where I die, he thought.

The Radio Demon's ever-present smile seemed to stretch beyond the limits of his face, eyes alighting in hardly contained glee.

"Ǒ̷̱h̵͙͝ ̷͔͊y̴̰͐ë̸̜́s̷̹͛," he hissed through the tinny static that reverberated through his voice. "Ì̶̳ ̴̻̌t̷̠̄h̸̜̿î̸̩n̵̦̂k̵͉̔ ̵̼̈́y̷͈̑ô̸̩ű̸̞ ̸̣̀w̵̞̐ỉ̸͍l̶̗͋ľ̵̨ ̸͚͆p̷͙̃ṟ̷̍o̶̐ͅv̶̻̓ě̸̳ ̴̺̉t̷̮͠ǫ̴́ ̶͈̌b̵̓͜e̷͓͐ ̶͝ͅq̶̣̑u̷̞̾ḯ̴̩ẗ̴͇́e̵̓ͅ ̸̲͋e̵̜̿n̶̩̒t̷̲̿e̵̦̾r̸̟̐t̶̜͆a̴͓͒ĩ̷̡n̵̻͑i̴̩̎ṋ̸͌g̸̤͂ ̶̱̀ĩ̴̱ņ̷͘d̴̨̓e̶̳͠è̷̖d̴͙̃." He pulled his hand back. "Not unreasonable requests, my dear, not unreasonable at all. However, in light of your...additions, I'm inclined to offer my own caveats as well." He twirled his cane (microphone?) and rested both hands on top of it, meeting Vincent's eyes. "If you at any point refuse my daily requested favor, I get your soul."

A chill rushed through the TV host. "My soul?"

The Radio Demon only nodded. "Only if you outright refuse, of course. Questions and comments are permitted."

Okay. Okay, that was easy enough. Just don't refuse. The demon couldn't ask for anything that would get in the way of his success so that should have ruled out quite a lot of dangerous options.

"Okay, but...you can't ask me for anything impossible...or to knowingly harm myself in any way."

The demon looked delighted. "My, my. Covering your bases, I see."

"I've been in this business long enough to know what a good contract looks like."

The deer man hummed. "I must admit, you're being far more forward than most that I've dealt with. It's quite a pleasant change of pace."

Vincent tried to not to preen at the praise. No time for that right now. Keep your head screwed on.

A clawed hand extended towards him expectantly.

Vincent took it.

The reaction was instantaneous. The room lit up in blacks and bright greens. The tendrils thrashed and encircled them. The Radio Demon's maw stretched to impossible lengths and suddenly that creature was back again. The one that had dragged itself free from the void of the radio. The demon's hand was massive around Vincent's own pale one, the deer man towering over him with that same unsettling grin plastered to his features. For a moment, Vincent was utterly sure he'd made some mistake. The Radio Demon would kill him now and that would be the end of everything. Someone would eventually find his mutilated corpse...if there was anything left of it.

Then green chains burst forth from the shadows, wrapping around their hands and up their arms and binding them together. He could feel the burn of them through the fabric of his jacket and he couldn't stop himself from crying out at the pain. The room was spinning. He was going to be sick.

It burned.

Slowly, the magic ebbed away, leaving Vincent dizzy and disoriented, the hand around his own being the only thing keeping him upright. With a flourishing little spin, the Radio Demon sent him stumbling backwards to sit on the couch. Pain lanced up his arm when he landed and Vincent scrambled, wrenching off his jacket and yanking up his sleeve. There was no sign of damage, no burns or anything that could have caused such agonizing pain. All that remained of it now was a dull ache that permeated down to his bones. The deer man chuckled.

"Ah, the first time is always quite the thrill, hmm? You didn't faint, though! That's an accomplishment!"

Vincent didn't want to admit just how close he had come to doing just that.

"So..." He swallowed. "What happens now?"

The Radio Demon tucked his hands behind his back. "Well, my dear, now I get to work and I believe you owe me today's favor."

Fuck, they were already starting? That...well, that did make sense, but somehow Vincent thought he might have a little more time to process the whole thing.

The demon snickered. "Tell you what. I'll give you an easy one to start. Something to get your feet wet. A dear friend of mine is quite partial to these...I believe she called them Bittenbab Cakes?"

"Battenberg?" Vincent asked.

The demon brightened. "That's it! Anyhow, she does love them dearly, but they're rather hard to come across in Hell, if you can imagine. Get a few nice ones for her, would you? She'd be ever so delighted."

Instantly, Vincent felt a sharp tug in his chest and something akin to static rush over his skin. The deal...it had to be. The demon had made his official request.

"Uh...yeah, sure, no problem. Um...how do I-"

"I'll be by tomorrow around the same time to retrieve them. Leave such arrangements to me, darling." He traced a claw along the edge of his cane. "But I suggest getting some rest for the night." Fuck, when had it gotten so late? "You do seem a bit winded, my dear."

"I'm fine," Vincent insisted, trying to sit up and immediately regretting it when the world twisted before his eyes.

"I'm sure." An amused smile crossed the demon's face. At least, Vincent thought he was amused. It was kind of hard to tell when the deer man never stopped smiling. The demon closed what little distance there was between them and took Vincent's hand in his own, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow then, darling."

And then he was gone.

It was like he had never been there. Even the room was spotless, the evidence of the TV host's tantrum swept away. The only evidence anything had happened was the small radio sitting innocently on the coffee table and the tingling in the back of his hand where thin lips veiling razor sharp teeth had pressed against his flesh. Vincent leaned back into the couch.

The Radio Demon.

What the fuck did I just get myself into?

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morganalatina21 · 2 years ago

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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WILL + LEMIE

where: coral cottage bed & breakfast, garden who: @lemielewis x @willxmeyers what: a birthday engagement 💍 when: may 10th 2024

Will: Tugging at the collar of his favorite Tom Ford suit; Will couldn’t help but look back over the past year. Something about birthdays had always made him melancholy. Last year was downright disastrous. Well, not the exact day per se. It had been exactly what he’d wanted, a silent drift into his 40s without any of the fuss. However, his secrecy about it had resulted in a break up that had set him back into his old ways. The pacemaker inside his chest wasn’t the only thing that kept him alive. But Lemie too, who had never left his side, even when she probably should have. If it weren’t for her, Will doubted he’d be celebrating another trip around the sun.

Things were different this year. This year, he was downright terrified. The first birthday he’d ever wanted to celebrate, but not for him. For her. Time felt like it was running out but all he could do is stand and wait for her to arrive, shuffling on the spot. Their reservation at Neptune wasn’t for another hour. But he’d managed to escape back to the Cottage early, stating there was from work men who needed him. When she’d called to check in to see how long he’d be, Will had asked if she could meet him here instead. An orchestrated move that he hoped would result in her walking through the back doors and into the garden. Their garden. Where he had a one very important question to ask.

Lemie: Finding beautiful dressed laid out on the bed she shared with Will was becoming a recurring event and Lemie couldn't even pretend not to like it. She had never been that into clothes, but there was something incredibly sexy about him knowing exactly what she enjoyed and would look good on her. He knew her in a way maybe only her brother did, which was a feat in itself. Not many people were allowed to see past her walls.

Despite being the most contradictory person on earth, she put on the dress and met up with Will in the garden, their spot. The place when the two of them had paused the bickering long enough to find a middle ground. "You know I'm not your personal Barbie doll, right?" Lemie asked him as she walked out into the garden, her narrowed eyes meeting his. She couldn't let him know she enjoyed this so easily after all. "What is it now? Another fancy restaurant? Quick getaway to Paris?"

Will: His smile widened as she turned the corner, seeing her appear before him like a vision. Lemie looked exactly as he hoped she would. He’d ruminated over this moment for months now. Wondering what was the best way to ask, how many people should be there, would she want it photographed or was that borderline creepy? None of those worries mattered as she took a step out into the garden. Eyes narrowed and barbed tongue, it contradicted the dress that flowed down her hips. Feminine and light. Something she’d wished she was but never thought possible without changing herself. Will never wanted her to change. Not a single thing.

The lights in the garden trees sparkled, just like his eyes did as he watched her. Whether or not her suspicions were higher than normal, he couldn’t tell. “Paris is overrated.” Will shakes his head, smile still etched on her lips, reaching up to his eyes. “I thought we could just.. talk for a second,” Will said, taking a step towards her, hand extended for her to take. “Then dinner,” he adds, in case she was worried about what their conversation would be about. “You look beautiful.”

Lemie: There was something intoxicating about the way Will looked at her whenever she appeared wearing one of his extravagant dresses. Anything she deemed too feminine usually looked ridiculous on her or it had until she met him. He had somehow led her to believe that just about anything suited her even though that couldn't possibly be true. Maybe it was just that somewhere along the way, only Will's opinion had started mattering. Who cared about the snickering cheerleaders from high school when he thought she was soft (when she felt like it) and caring (ditto)?

Lemie frowned in response to his comment, walking closer to him and putting her hand in his extended one. "Paris is overrated? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" Her heartbeat picked up when he mentioned a talk. This couldn't be good. "Did you make me put on a dress to break up with me? Because that is grounds for murder and I bet the local cops would turn a blind eye under the circumstances." Alright, her fears were a little ridiculous admittedly. He didn't look like a man about to break up with his girlfriend. "I look alright. You look very dapper. I've mentioned how much I love you in a suit, right? About a million times?"

Will: Now wasn’t the time to get into his personal thoughts about Paris. To him, there were too many tourists and the whole city smelt a little like a urinal. But he shook his head, laughing a small chuckle as she threatened to murder him. Admittedly, it was a little reassuring to see her so nervous. It mirrored his own internal giddiness.

He had to disagree with her assessment of herself. Will had never seen a person more radiant. But he chose to not fight her on it. “You may have mentioned just a few times,” he replied with a smirk, taking her hand and giving it a warm squeeze. Will wanted to put her fears aside, reassure her that only good could come out of this situation.

Leading a little further into the garden, away from the house that he’d purposefully cleared for the day, Will stopped and looked at her. “I’ve never had a favourite place,” he begun, eyes looking down at her hand in his own. “A lot of my life was just trying to find the least shit place to be, looking for the thing that hurt the least. And I lived that way for a really long time.” Will fought with the urge to make an old man joke. “When I moved here, I slowly realised that this place.. was what people meant when they said somewhere could feel like home.” His throat bobbed a little as he looked from her hand to meet her eyes. “But it’s not this place. It’s you. You’re what feels like home.”

“You know that I’ve not always been the best person. I can be selfish and stubborn, I hate admitting when I’m wrong. And despite all these flaws, you love me anyway.” Despite her better judgement, he thought. “And I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone,” Will released her hand to reach into his pocket and get down on one knee. “You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with. Every minute of every day,” he looked up at her, eyes misty and full of love. “So, Lemie Lewis, will you marry me?”

Lemie: It was still odd to Lemie that no matter how weird she got or what she might throw at him, he still looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes. No matter how far she pushed the limit, Will wouldn't budge. It was still mind-boggling that someone could love her this fucking much and that she loved him just as much.

"Not enough if you ask me. Seriously, when you add the accent on top of it? We're reaching James Bond level of hot," she insisted, moving closer to him while running her thumb on the back of his hand. She tilted her head to the side slightly as he started talking about the garden and favorite places, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

Just as she was about to throw one of her cynical, sarcastic comments at him, it dawned on her that this wasn't just the start of another extravagant date. She'd seen enough movies to know that this was usually what people said right before pulling out a big ol' ring. She froze slightly, her heart skipping a beat or twenty. She understood exactly what he was talking about, the feeling of a person feeling so safe and familiar. That was what he felt like to her.

"I don't know that. I know you're the best person whose made questionable decisions. Who hasn't?" She managed to say, voice strangled right as he did exactly what she had expected him to. "Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce. Or so I've heard." Definitely not the thing to say in replied to a marriage proposal, but a very Lemie thing to say. "Are you sure you want to marry me? I don't think I'm the main character in this love story, I might just be the evil ex-girlfriend. No one marries the evil ex-girlfriend."

Will: If Will hadn’t been the midst of proposing, he’d have thrown his head back in a laugh but instead, it was more of a quick chuckle in response. Of course she couldn’t just accept that she was the love of his life. Lemie’s instinct to believe she was unlovable was something that they had in common. “I’ve already been divorced,” he reminds her with a smirk. “And it wasn’t so bad.” Not that Will wanted his marriage with Connie to be anything like what he had with the woman in front of him.

“If I wasn’t sure, Lemie, I wouldn’t be fucking up the knees of my favorite suit right now,” he motioned down to the garden floor with his head. “And you’re not evil. You’re the woman I love, the one I want to grow old with. Have a bunch of little rugrats with. I want to sit on a wraparound porch and yell at teenagers who walk across our lawn with you.”

He tried to not let his spirit falter. “If you think it’s too soon,” Will implores, “I won’t take it personally. We can make this an annual thing where I ask you to marry me until you inevitably say yes. I’ll pop a reminder in my calendar.” There was little doubt that this was what she wanted but it was more about whether or not she thought she deserved it.

Lemie: Lemie sometimes forgot about the whole entire life Will had before they met. Honestly, she sometimes forgets about the life she had before she met him. In a lot of ways, it felt to her like her life began the second his smug face walked into her life and not one second sooner. "Are you saying you're already planning our divorce? The ring isn't even on my finger yet, William."

The suspicion in her eyes vanished at the mentioned of children, the thought softening something inside her she didn't even know existed. Kids had always been a non-factor in her life, but now… My god, did she want them. She wanted to experience everything with him. "You want kids, huh? You don't think we'll fuck them up the way our parents did us?"

She shook her head immediately, trying very hard not to snatch the ring right out of his hands in order to make sure he didn't take it back. "No, it's not too soon. In fact, it's taken you way too long," she told him with a crooked grin, extending her hand out to him. "Yes, I'll marry you. Put it on."

Will: “No,” he replied instantly. “I’m trying to assure that if getting divorced is the only reason to not marry me.. it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Will hadn’t made this decision lightly, even if it did seem like the most natural thing. They lived together, they loved each other. There wasnt a minute he wanted to be apart.

Will made a face. “We already have a child,” he countered, knowing Paprika would be disappointed in not being recognized for the baby he was. “But human children? Of course I want them. And I don’t worry about becoming our parents because there’s no way we’d let that happen.” Will would make damn sure of that. “I want everything with you.”

His smile widened, taking the square cut diamond ring out of the box as instructed and slid it up her finger. It fit perfectly, as it should considering how much sleuthing he’d done to make sure it was the right size. Nothing had felt more right in that moment, he stood from his kneeling position. “I thought you might say that,” he replied cheekily, cupping her cheeks with his hands and kissing her. A moment he’d never forget.

Lemie: No matter how cynical Lemie might be, she actually believed him when he said divorce wasn't in the cards for them. She was certain that neither of their parents had ever loved their partner as much as they both did. "Fine. I guess I'll have to take it with you then. It's not like you can take the leap by yourself," she said petulantly, as if she were doing him a favor. In actuality, he was doing her a solid by proposing to her.

"Sure, but we can't actually fuck up a cat… Can we?" The thought of Paprika needing therapy, a kid however… much more likely. "I'd be unbearable pregnant. I obligated to warn you. You know, in case you want out. Because once that ring is on my finger, there's no getting it back. You would have to pry it out of my cold dead hands."

Lemie held her breath as he slid the ring on, the fit perfect somehow. This man had definitely been plotting. "We're not doing a big wedding," she warned, hating the thought of all that attention on her. Being Will's wife would come naturally, but being a bride? Not so much. "And you had the nerve to look like you thought I might say no?" She asked him with a grin as he leaned in for a kiss, her hands moving from his sides to his back to pull him closer.

Will: He’d barely stood from his kneeling position before she was warning him, her brow furrowed. “I don’t need a big wedding,” Will assured her. “I’d drive us to Vegas right now if that’s what you wanted.” Whatever she wanted, he’d give her. That is all he’d ever wanted to do. Take care of her, love her. Despite the weight that hung heavy on her shoulders, it was what Lemie deserved.

“I’d knew you’d say yes, eventually-“ Their kiss was chaste, not necessarily wanting to get too hot and heavy. Will was sure they’d celebrate in that manner once they were home. He did trail a few kisses across her cheek, around her neck, smiling all the while.

Taking her hand again, he looked down at the ring before glancing back at Lemie. “Do you like it? Lucky helped me pick it out.” Another conspiratorial player in all of this. Will had let Paprika know that morning, however, the ginger cat didn’t seem all that interested and simply went back to licking himself. “I had my mother’s engagement ring, I thought about it but.. there’s probably some generational curse on it.” Will bristled at the thought. “If you don’t like it, we can look for something else. It just.. I thought you’d like it.”

Lemie: It wasn't like there were very many people that Lemie even wanted at her wedding in the first place. Lori, Lucky, Cherry… Those were her people essentially. "I don't know about reading my vows in front of an Elvis impersonator, but let's keep it uncomplicated. Our favourite people, loads of food, kitschy music and the two of us. That's all I need," she told him with a grin. Her parents wouldn't be anywhere near their special day, that was for damn sure.

"Of course. Saying no didn't even cross my mind. Not even to fuck with you," she pointed out seriously, as if this was big of her. It was, in a way, but it was also how normal people reacted to a marriage proposal.

"I love it. It's perfect. I can't wait to walk around town with this baby and flash it in everyone's face. I'm definitely posting it on Insta, my mom will combust from jealousy." This was exactly the kind of ring she had always wanted for herself. Not necessarily the cut, but the size of the diamond was definitely a goal of hers. "Yeah, no. I want this to be ours alone. We're nothing like your parents or mine." She stood up on her tip-toes, her fingers curling in his hair as she pulled him down for a quick kiss. "It's perfect, unsurprisingly. No one knows me like you do."

Will: Will leaned in to give her a quick kiss, almost unable to keep his lips off her. The happiness he felt, it was not to be contained. It was in his eyes, his smile. “Sounds like we’ve already made her first wedding plan.” Lemie hardly seemed like the Bridezilla type and Will had already done the big wedding with the hundreds of people only there to judge. “Just us and the people we love.”

He glanced down at ring, moving it slightly with his thumb. “Lucky helped,” Will added, smiling. Partly because he was the only man Will wanted to tell but also because he was… traditional. He wasn’t going to ask for Lemie’s hand from any of her parents, it was an outdated notion. But if there was any doubt in Lucky’s mind that this wasn’t a good idea, Will wanted to know before he got down on one knee. “If you didn’t like it, I was just going to throw him under the bus.” In a true brotherly style, Will thought jokingly.

He was unsure of the time, wanting to stay in this moment forever but.. “we have reservations for dinner. At Neptune.” Will contemplated just abandoning their plans to take her up to a vacant room upstairs. But nights like these needed to be celebrated properly. And his fiancée and the new diamond on her finger deserved to be shown off.

Lemie: Will had done all of this before, but Lemie liked to think it felt like the first time for him too given the circumstances of his first marriage. He might care for Connie, but not in the way he cared for her she hoped. She inhaled sharply, surprised to find she felt sort of anxious about the planning that was to come. "Maybe we can do it here. In the garden, I mean," she suggested, her fingers running through his short hair.

Her eyes were also locked on the ring, already used to seeing it there. "Of course he did. He knows me best. After you, obviously." She never thought she'd be able to say that someone knew her better than Lucky, but she had found that person in Will against all odds. "I would've let you, I'm a pro at throwing my siblings under the bus. It's usually Lori, but I could stab Lucky in the back for you."

The only thing that could rip her away from this moment was food, which again proved just how well he knew her. "Perfect. I'm dying to show this baby off and feed off everyone's jealousy."

#∘₊✧────── will meyers. ( interactions )#( clementine lewis. )

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that-left-turn · 1 year ago

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This fic isn't ready for proper posting, but since I seem to have a bad habit of flashing my dirty drafts on Tumblr 🙈🙊 here's a small sneak peek of the setup.

If you choose to read, thank you 💞 Hope you enjoy!

✿*°⋆ ✿⋆────── CHEROKEE ROSES (a Caryl TWD: Dead City variant)

"He shows up limping, with a gash on his forehead which has scabbed over, and various visible scrapes and bruises. He's tired and dirty, swaying slightly with the breeze when Carol arrives at the gate. He's shown up without Lydia."

Lydia is abducted, whisked away to parts unknown and the shadow of Sophia looms as Carol and Daryl set out to find her.

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The Maggie & Negan spinoff reimagined as a storyline tailored to Carol and Daryl. Set sometime during the time jump in the series finale, "Rest in Peace."

Some of the characters from TWD: Dead City will appear, but no Negan and no Maggie. Other supporting characters have appeared on the flagship show in minor or recurring capacity. ──────⋆✿ ⋆°*✿

He shows up limping, with a gash on his forehead which has scabbed over, and various visible scrapes and bruises. He's tired and dirty, swaying slightly with the breeze when Carol arrives at the gate. He's shown up without Lydia.

"Where is she?"

Carol's heart's in her throat. She can't be dead. She can't be dead. Lydia has persevered more hardship than most, even by apocalypse standards. She's survived abuse, homelessness, famine, mutilation, amputation... She can't be dead. Lydia is the child who lived, who's thrived—the one who broke the curse.

"I'm sorry," Elijah says, as if that makes anything better.

As if Carol can't hear... feel a syncopated pressure, a whooshing in her ears of her own pulse—very much alive—while Lydia, her child surprise whom she didn't want and didn't choose but loves all the same, is lost somewhere along her courier route. A route Carol gave her, along with the same fate as all the other children.

"We fought, but they were just too strong. They took her," his voice breaks and Carol can see the toll it's taking on him. How weary and heartbroken Elijah is. She can't allow herself to feel his pain, so she can't offer him support and she has no time to expend on comfort.

"What do you mean, they took her?" She knows her voice has grown cold, softer. Deadlier. Someone took Lydia. Someone took her. She's alive somewhere out there, captive and Carol can focus on that bit. She won't fall apart if she has a goal, a mission. "Who are they?"

She knows, intellectually, this isn't Elijah's fault, that he cares for Lydia, but Carol trusted him to protect her. Lydia wasn't ready, yet, for an extended excursion, or to fight outnumbered against a superior foe. She was still learning how to master a new weapon, adjusting to the changes in her balance.

"I tried to follow." He's pleading with her, wanting her to know that he tried. Carol's been here before and trying isn't ever enough. Letting someone else protect her children—Rick, Daryl, Elijah—no matter how capable and well-meaning, in the end, her children die. She's negligent. Careless. Unfit to parent. "Got as far as some place called New Babylon."

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Lydia stares, bewildered, at the river. The island in the distance... At least she thinks it's an island. The big buildings, half-obscured in the fog, look imposing even from a distance. Testament of the world she can hardly remember.

They've traveled far, she knows that, hours from where she was separated from Elijah. He was just left on the ground, vanishing in the distance and Lydia doesn't know how badly hurt he is. If he's still alive. It gnaws away at her, but she needs to stay in the moment. Alert. Ready.

It's a young woman leading the group and she speaks a foreign language with the others. Lydia isn't sure, but she thinks it might be the same one Princess speaks sometimes. Spanish. She has dark hair, pulled up high on her head, like Rosita used to and she moves with the same confidence. Light in her step and vicious with her dark-bladed knives. In a direct fight, Lydia can't match her. Not anymore. Not yet. She doesn't understand their conversation, so she's at a double disadvantage.

They've encountered others along the way and their group now includes two other reluctant travelers. A younger boy and a girl who might be around Lydia's age. They ask questions and cry. Beg to be let go. Plead with their captors. Lydia smiles at them, to let them know she's friendly, but she doesn't speak. She knows the value of being silent, unnoticed. Underestimated.

There's a boat that will take them across the water and it makes Lydia nervous. When the opportunity comes to break free—and it will come—how will she cross this river? She knows how to swim, having lived on a riverboat early in the apocalypse, but she doesn't know the currents or what's in the waters. Doesn't know if she can still swim with only one arm.

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When the gate opens, Daryl is greeted by Ezekiel and he's suddenly filled with dread. Something's happened and Daryl breaks so abruptly he nearly clears the handlebars of his bike. "Where is she?"

The other man looks sympathetic. Pained, like he knows his words will change Daryl's reality forever. Look at me. Just look at me. He's held Carol at the loss of her children—twice—but who will hold him if Carol's gone?

"New York, probably."

Daryl stares for a beat. That doesn't make no damn sense. He squints at the leader of the Commonwealth. It's only been a few hours since he left and Carol couldn't possibly have planned a trip to New York in that amount of time, not without him knowing. They make regular forays into Pennsylvania, but it's a big damn state with a lot of Amish communities and CW intel so far hasn't extended all the way to New Jersey, much less New York. Why would she head to a place that's probably a massive walker infestation?

"Mercer is with Carol and Elijah, planning."

Elijah. The pieces fall into place. The she is Lydia, not Carol and Daryl needs to get to her. To Carol. He twists the throttle and takes off in a spray of gravel. He should thank Ezekiel, but he doesn't have time for that. Carol needs him and Daryl needs to get to her before she takes off for New York without him. Every second counts.

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"It's a military mission," Mercer says, "not a diplomatic one." He's speaking to Carol's back as she's busy stuffing things into her oversized doomsday bag. His eyes flick to Daryl as he enters the office. "An extraction behind enemy lines is not–" He stops when Carol turns, but she doesn't look at him. She makes eye contact with Daryl and the other men no longer matter.

She looks... formidable and Daryl nods. They will go, together. Just the two of them. Carol doesn't need comfort and she can't sit on the sidelines. "I'll get a car," he says, "Tell the kids."

"I should come," Elijah says. "I know where they went and I'm a good fighter. You need backup."

Mercer scoffs, "You can barely stand up straight right now."

Out of the corner of his eyes, Daryl can see the truth of that statement. Elijah is tired and unsteady, holding onto the back of a chair. Definitely worse for wear, but determined. Steadfast. They won't bring him, not for this, but Lydia deserves that in her life. "You heal up, so you can look after her when we come back."

He reaches out to clasp the younger man's forearm, to steady him, but mostly to extract an agreement. Elijah meets his eyes, unwavering. His grip on Daryl's arm firm as he nods almost imperceptibly. It's a promise. A pledge on his honor.

"Firepower won't help and you know it," Carol's voice breaks the moment and Daryl's attention lands squarely on her once again. "You can't bring a convoy to New York, it'll be too visible. Subterfuge is the only way to get in and out without risking Lydia."

Her breath gets shaky and Daryl can see the shimmer in her eyes, so he holds out his hand for Carol to take. Draw whatever strength she might need. She laces their fingers together when her hand finds his and Daryl smiles at them completing the gesture without breaking eye contact. Things are different now.

"Daryl is the best hunter/tracker we have and he knows Lydia better than any of your men." She looks into his eyes as she continues speaking to Mercer.

There's always a frisson of pleasure whenever Carol compliments him, even when he feels self-conscious and awkward. She's the smartest person Daryl knows, so if she thinks highly of him, he's not without worth. He matters. He matters to her, just like she matters to him.

"We're quiet, don't need words between us and Carol is the head of intelligence 'round here. No one's better at infiltration or information gatherin'." He squeezes her fingers. Together, they're enough.

Mercer sighs, resigned. He's not happy, but he knows better than to argue with the united front of Dixon. "One of the troopers, Vasquez, had family in that region. They could still be there. He'll give you directions."

✿*°⋆ ✿⋆────── Who's Who:

The trooper to whom Princess talks about toilet paper (TWD 1102 "Acheron: Part II") is called Vasquez and on Dead City, the owner of Easy Stay Motor Inn mentions "Vasquez down the road" as someone who might have sent Maggie to spy on them (DC 101 "Old Acquaintances"). The familial relationship between the two is entirely of my making—Vasquez is a relatively common name in the tri-state area, so suspend disbelief liberally and reapply as needed.

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Dedicated to the TWDU power brokers, McDermott, Gimple, Jorné and Zabel: "May your penis hurt when you pee."

#caryl #caryl fanfiction #dead city #cherokee roses

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pavardscherie · 2 years ago

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Hi can I request something angsty with Benji where he used to date a player from Bayern’s women’s team but they broke up after she transferred teams and he sees her for the first time at a fancy event but she’s already moved on with someone else

if we ever meet again, benjamin pavard

summary benji & you used to date before you transferred to the women's team of borussia dortmund for a better chance to play. at the glorious bayern munich event, the two of you meet again. pairing benjamin pavard & female reader

izzy's talk. here we go again & again. i've literally watched benji videos the entire weekend, and i don't know, he's not leaving me. haha. pushing through requests now as long as we haven't moved apartments yet. the very detailed requests take much longer, cause i'm really trying to keep in the requested stuff, so they're still going to be written, no worries.

he did not remember how many weeks, certainly months, have passed since the last heartwarming conversation. excluding the heated arguments shortly before and while breaking up, the image of your bright smile radiating comfort off in waves stayed deeply burned in the back of his head. it was impossible to push it away since the night, you left the apartment with tears staining your cheeks.

it was his fault. he knew that. he blamed himself for each little drop that blemished your face with sadness and hurt. but staring at you, swaying and laughing from across the room didn't bandage the broken pieces of his heart. it was done, finished since you moved cities and had another man by your side.

by the way, your eyes twinkled in the bright, yellow light from the lamps above, and you pressed your fingertips to your chest while giggling about his words, benjamin knew, you moved on and he was certainly screwed for still believing.

haunted by the demons of his past, the regret from decisions he made, and they all had your face. a couple of teammates, who became like extended family, already informed benjamin about how much he has changed since the breakup. quieter, less laughter, and aggressive in too many innocent situations on the pitch.

badly cut fingernails scratched over his forehead, letting the long fingers brush through the curls afterward. being his old self again after the breakup wasn't possible. anything connected with you.

it was beautiful, certainly a rare relationship. and yet, ruined. and he had to act like it did not bother him anymore when your beautiful eyes found his figure on the other side of the room. glued to the ground, shifting slightly from the left to the right foot while forcing himself to smile at least mildly.

you moved on over the past weeks, it took you long to forget about benjamin pavard. the night it ended, broke more than just your heart, and it was difficult to puzzle the pieces back together until a new man appeared in your life. showing you a glimpse of happiness again. nothing compared to the relationship with benjamin, but yet enough to feel alive again.

brushing a thick strand carefully out of your face, you excused yourself from the man by your side and crossed the room toward the football player. you did not hate him, nor despise him for his decision. after all, benjamin wasn't made for long-distance relationships. seeing each other would have been almost impossible with the busy schedules of both. stuffed with games, events, meetings, and somewhere between time to sleep.

watching you intensely while walking through the crowds of people, associated with bayern munich, his eyes stayed glued to the movements of your body. along the way, the other guests disappeared and the loud conversations vanished into thin air. for merely a couple of seconds, it was just you and him. again.

"benjamin pavard," you cheered, stretching out the arms to offer him a warm hug and pulling him out o the trance-like state. a reminder that he wasn't alone with you anymore. "i did not expect to see you. you've always hated those events and the tight suits." shaking his head with a chuckle about how good you knew him, especially remembering the little details about him, he reached forward and pulled you tightly against his chest.

and if you moved on, with another man, who was waiting across the room for you, then why did benjamin's loamy scent smell like coming home again.

"will you believe me if i tell you that lucas and choupo dragged me to the venue, and then left me alone?" benjamin's question was genuine, because it was actually what happened, hours prior the start of the event. begging and long explanations about how he had to leave the house once in a while for other things in life than training sessions and games. impossible to decline them.

but the warmth of your embrace made him feel like he belonged in your arms. it immediately found a way into his veins, igniting a small spark of hope. the one, he had carried with him since the breakup. but when you slowly let go, taking a step back to increase the personal bubble, it felt like the day you left.

"i believe that. they are really convincing." you giggled, remembering how lucas talked you into telling benjamin how you felt about him. hernandez noticed the small glances of jealousy when another girl caught the french player's attention, or the envy twinkling in the corners of your eyes, when women touched him. without lucas, the relationship would have never been a thing.

"my parents are still asking about you." benjamin confessed, changing the topic to the break up once again. somehow, when he wanted to talk about something else, his mind always reminded him about the day, you left.

a warm summer day. you just received the news about the great transfer and wanted to share them with benji. but instead of being happy for you, or with you, he questioned the entire relationship, based on one change. no matter how bright the sun shone outside, or the chirping of the birds, which turned into a comforting melody, inside of the apartment, tears rolled and screams were exchanged.

"you haven't told them about.." you trailed off, not daring to say the word us after it has been destroyed. pointing a slender finger between your body and his towering figure, was all you could do to reference to the loss of words.

shaking his head, the quiet chuckle and following smile surprised you. but it wasn't happiness. sarcasm tugged on the corners of his mouth, the disbelief about the past decision. "no, i couldn't disappoint them after already breaking two hearts."

"oh benji.." you muttered, feeling the tears on your waterline. meeting him again after being together for almost two years, and sharing such an intimate bond, made it difficult to act like it did not bother you. the way he fought with the tears himself, attempting to hide the sadness and regret.

benjamin's heart broke for a second time, slowly and painfully as he realised once again, what he lost the night. instead of accepting the distance and trying to figure out how to handle it, he decided against your love, and being with you.

and he regretted nothing more than that one night.

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