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greyrowan · 8 months ago

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Story time! CW for grief, death, guns, family trauma, etc, huzzah!

I flew back home for a week because an important old person is big sick. My grandma has been tossing around dropping chemo since Christmas. The normal prognosis is less than a year and she’s held on almost two. She is an amazing tough old lady, but she’s tired. I can’t blame her, she’s skin and bones, she doesn’t have the frenetic energy she used to. All of the sitting is giving her bony body sores up and down. She’s ready.

So I flew back to say goodbye. It was a lovely visit. She sang and played with her great grand babies. I didn’t tell her goodbye in so many words. She is tough™️ and does not want to be doted on. We didn’t even get to talk that much but I sat near her and I watched her play with my daughter. My little one is probably too young to really form memories of her great grandma and that is probably what makes me saddest of all.

Years ago she watched her husband, my Papa, go through the same process. Starting with the unexplained pains, then the horrible poisonous treatments, then the slowly withering away to a shadow of his former self. She knows what’s coming, she’s watched it from both sides of the radiation curtain now. I have no way of knowing if that is comforting or horrifying to her. She is tough you see, and she doesn’t confide in her grandchild with that kind of thing.

Except once. I was still in middle school, or maybe early high school and I had walked to her house on a Saturday morning. These days I wish I had made that short walk much more frequently than I did. She had fixed me a ham sandwich and we were solving the crossword puzzle in the local paper. We need to digress for a moment to talk about the sandwich. It’s important to the memory. She made sandwiches special. It was cheep plain deli meat, on the cheapest multigrain bread you could get, with plain yellow mustard, but she new how to doctor it up. She always had fresh crunchy lettuce and garden tomatoes and she would put fresh ground black pepper on the slices. As simple a thing as a ham sandwich was an ordeal at grandmas house, almost a ritual. Now back to the story. I think she had recently broken up with one of a string of boyfriends, this was before she started dating Papa. She told me “you know, dating a woman wouldn’t be so bad. Women know what a woman needs.”

She never did date a woman. I don’t know if she really felt that way, or if it was just a way to let me know I was safe, that, when I was ready, I could come out to her and she would love me just the same.

I am not out to grandma, or anyone on my dads side of the family. Partially because there are some folks in that side who I genuinely worry would try to take my daughter away from me if they knew. That’s partly why I moved a continent away. I’m not exactly subtle, and grandma is especially good at reading people, I’m sure she suspected I was queer before I did.

I was torn on what to do about this visit. My little girl, bless her heart, is the worlds best ally. When my mom slips up she say “no THEY” and roll her eyes “grandma doesn’t even know about gender identity.” It’s very cute. It also makes it hard to be closeted but she was distracted playing with her cousins the whole trip and it never came up. I put off making a plan for how to handle it if she let the cat out of the bag before I could handle things myself. I was a nervous wreck. I slept poorly the whole time I was there. I psyched myself up several times to come out, to my dad, to my aunts and uncles, to grandma. Each time I panicked and backed out.

Easter Sunday was a huge family potluck and, like all the biggest and best family gatherings in my life, it was at grandmas house. Four generations of cousins, half cousins, step cousins, and all manner of aunts and uncles sharing food and laughter in the place we’ve always done that. At parties past grandma was always a whirlwind, finishing a last minute dish and stopping part way through to set the table, call some one the wrong name as she greeted them on the way in, pick up some mess one of the various children had made, and then “shit shit shit” realize she had burn the potatoes. This time she sat in her chair with all her cushions and let her kids do all the work. There were no burnt potatoes, probably the silliest thing to be sad about in all of this but it marks the end of an era I guess.

It was perfect. Everyone (well not everyone, but near enough that word would spread) was in one place, and it was of course transgender days of visibility, if there was ever a time to rip the bandaid off it was now. On the other hand I didn’t want to take grandmas last hurrah and make it all about me. I had just about made up my mind do to it and be done when uncle B. (Abbreviated for the sake of anonymity) thought he’d make a little joke.

Uncle B. is a terrible little napoleon of a man. He’s ex military and very proud of it, he’s got a gun collection to rival some smaller police departments, and wears a massive American flag belt buckle and a red baseball cap. He is one of the ones I’d be worried about calling child protective services to take a child away from an ontologically evil trans person. He’s spoken maybe three sentences to me in the last ten years and when I’ve (rarely) overheard him speak to others it’s been about guns or immigrants. Today was no exception.

“Come on y’all it’s time to hunt eggs”

“How can I hunt eggs, I don’t even have my pistol on me.”

“You don’t?”

“Well it’s in my truck but I thought it was funny”

I chickened out on the spot.

Now I’m back home and I’m wondering if I made the right choice or if I was just a coward. I want to spend a day with my grandma with out the big Q&A that accompanies coming out, but now the there’s a very good chance grandma will pass without knowing my name. As nearly certain as certain can be I won’t ever get to hug her as me.

This got really long and I don’t really know where I was going with it. I really am glad I made the trip while she’s still very much herself, while she’s still tough™️ and it is easier knowing that she’s tired and ready. I guess courage is harder than pride sometimes.

#lgbtq #nonbin #family trauma #story time #guns #politics #trans #transgender day of visibility #easter #It really was a Good ham sandwich too #lgbt #non binary

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casspurrjoybell-32 · 10 months ago

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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 34 a

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam

It's been two weeks since I came home and a whole two weeks of sitting beside Aiden's unconscious body.

His parents told me that he was in the coma a week before I came, meaning the day I was originally planning on going home was a day before he fell.

I could have stopped this, I could have prevented him from getting hurt and ending up like this.

I stared at his face, the perfectly still plains, his cheeps a chalky white, the closed lids hiding those beautiful sky blue eyes that always made my heart beat fast.

And his lips were forced open by the tube helping his to breathe.

Long strands of black hair hung over the white bandage.

I reached out and moved them back from his forehead pressing a kiss to his cold skin.

The doctors removed the ventilation tube from his throat so it didn't damage his vocal cords and put a trach tube, as they like to call it, in his neck instead.

My chin began to quiver as I pulled back.

How many times have I begged him to wake up?

How many times have I pleaded for him to open his eyes?

The constant beeping of the heart monitor hooked up to him stayed at a steady pace, never fluctuating and of the sound of the respirator filled the room.

I haven't moved from this room, my mom or dad came by and gave me a bag of clothes.

The doctor and nurses have tried to make me leave but soon they gave up, giving me a look of pity.

I won't leave his side ever again.

This was just a cruel reminder of how frail he was, how human.

I was lying beside him in the small bed never taking my eyes off him.

I didn't want to miss the moment he finally opened those eyes.

If he ever did.

"Baby please, give me a sign you can hear me," I whimpered taking his cold still hand in mine, rubbing circles against his knuckles with my thumb.

My wolf was whining from the state our mate was in.

He hurt seeing our mate this way.

He wanted to help him, do anything he could but we both knew there was nothing we can do but stay by his side.

There was a knock at the door, I snapped my head up smelling my parents scent.

The door opened and a low rumbling growl built in my chest.

They froze a few steps in the room as they heard me.

My wolf didn't like it when anyone besides Aiden's parents came to see him.

I've let Jeanine and Eric come in but they were the only one.

Robin and Caleb tried but I wouldn't let them even cross the doorframe.

"Liam," my mom said in a soft voice trying to get me to calm down but they weren't getting near him.

"Honey, you need to come home, get some rest, eat something," she tried again but I growled again a bit more forcefully causing my dad to wrap a protective arm around her waist looking at me warily.

She sighed.

"Baby, I'm so sorry this happened to you," she said sorrowfully.

"Just leave," I demanded keeping my gaze on Aiden.

"I know this is hard on you Liam but you have to be strong for him which means getting a proper diet and rest," she pushed.

"I just want to be left alone with my mate," I told them firmly making her see the hint I was throwing at her.

"No one is stopping you from doing that but we're worried about your health baby," she said taking a hesitant step closer.

I shot from the bed fast and growled thunderously that the window in the room raddling, my eyes changing to a fierce yellow, my wolf was out and ready to get rid of the threat.

"LEAVE," I yelled at them.

My mom shrieked in fear and I would have apologized for scaring her but my wolf was in control.

My dad grabbed my mom and pressed her against his back in under a second.

He was glaring at me with yellow eyes, taking a protective stance in front of mom.

He knew I wasn't in control and I was a threat to his mate.

"Nancy go," he ordered her.

Mom looked from him to me with frightened eyes.

"But..."

"Go," he demanded sharply using his Alpha command, never taking his eyes off me.

Whimpering she left giving me one last look.

"I don't want you here, I don't anyone here. Now just leave me and my mate alone," I growled at him.

I knew it was dangerous to challenge him but I didn't care. I was sick and tired of all the interruptions, from the doctors and nurses coming in and out constantly.

I had to let Aiden's family in and his two best friends but all I wanted was to just be alone with him.

"Alright," my father said, his eyes shifting back to gray.

"We're leaving but she was only worried about you Liam and so was I but I understand."

He looked over to Aiden and his eyes softened before slowly backing out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

I stared at it for a while.

We haven't talked about the situation yet at how my mate was a guy but I just didn't want to get into that just yet. I looked back at Aiden, walking back to the bed and laid back down beside him.

Putting my arm across his chest I curled my fingers around his arm pulling him closer.

With my face buried in his neck and I cried for the millionth time.

"Come back to me Aiden."

This isn't how I wanted to be reunited with my mate after returning home.

Now I realized how stupid it was to ignore him for so long.

How I took advantage of the sound of his voice.

God how I wanted to hear him speak to me again, to say my name, to see him smile at me and his blue eyes shine with happiness.

I was gently stroking his cheek with the back of my fingers.

"I miss you baby," I whispered to him as he laid there unresponsive to everything.

I groaned as the door opened.

I looked up to see a tall guy with brown hair step in. I was ready to growl and go on the defensive but when I say his eyes I noticed they were Aiden's.

He looked over at me with the eyes I've been dying to see. Even though they were a dull replica compared to Aiden's they made me relax. This had to be a relative.

"Who the hell are you?" the guy asked and I sat up and narrowed my eyes at him.

"Who are you?" I countered.

"I'm Nash. Aiden's brother," he said, inclining his head to Aiden.

"Liam."

He nodded as if realizing something.

"Oh. So you're the guy camping out in my Brother's hospital room every day," he said walking to the other side of the bed pulling up a chair.

I gave a really weak smile, it was hard to smile these days.

"I guess you can say that."

I watched as he looked down at his brother brushing the hair from his face and I heard him sniffle.

"I tried. You know?" he said his voice clouding with grief.

"I tried to keep him safe but I failed."

The tears were falling from his eyes slowly and I lowered my gaze.

"It's not fair. He's gone through so much and now this?" his words were bitter.

"What has he ever done to deserve this?" he snapped and I looked back at Aiden.

He was right what did he do to deserve this?

"Come on bro, you're stronger than this. You can beat it. All you have do is just wake up. Please," he whispered, his forehead pressed against Aiden's.

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troublesomemix · 3 months ago

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he was no costume fanatic, no spooky superstitions individual, but. he still appreciated the holiday for what it could offer. to each their own. jon was a little frustrated at himself that he was feeling so torn over this woman that was his in every way but technicality. why did she have to rile him up so? why couldn't she just say yes daddy, whatever you want daddy, now daddy? it wasn't that hard! some fucking thing like that. so fucking stupid. that was the mental mantra the man repeated on his way out. past his office suite, to the car, on the road, and into a higher end costume shop where he was friends with the owner. maybe his actions were childish, maybe he was unjustified, but he didn't really care. she did this. she pushed him to react. right?

thankful for the bountiful gift of technology, it was easy to track down courtney's location. it would be too easy to head over there now, but he made sure his costume and car was ready before making his way to the costume party. surely it would be in full swing by the time he got there. even after parking, he sat in his car, watching. like a stupid fucking stalker. watching the pretentious little blonde making googoo eyes at every piece of dick at the party. “ god fucking damn it, ” he growled, hitting on the steering wheel of his car. why the hell did she get under his skin so much? at this point, he just needed to fuck her and get over it. or move forward with it. when he couldn't wait any longer, he stepped out of his car, donning the mask that went with his costume and headed towards the front door. there was a cooler and a table full of cheep beer right near it. jon grabbed an unopened bottle, turning to lean against the stairwell but watching courtney flash her tits at every male in the vicinity. he'd nurse the beer a little longer, hidden ( sort of ) in plain sight and letting his anger build before making a move of some sort.

she had heard everything he’d said previously and was about to respond in kind when her attention was drawn to his last question. nothing else mattered before that point. "excuse you?!" the actual audacity of this man. and he was supposed to be the elder of the two? is that what they did? it was one thing to chastise her for her job - even if she stayed there because she wanted to but it was another entirely to attack her personally. "sleep my way to the top? you know what, fuck you, jon. go fuck yourself." thankfully there were no customers in the shop as she hung up the phone without another word, tearing the earbud out of her ear and letting out a frustrated scream, fingertips blanching as she clawed at the counter in front of her. how could she give him enough power that he affects her like this? what kind of dumbass was she? a stray tear of anger and frustration trailed down the corner of her eye and down her cheek as she composed herself as much as she could in that moment and picked her phone back up from where she had slammed it down. dialing a phone number, she asked the person on the other end of the phone if he was busy later that night and if not if he'd be her date to the costume party.

knowing she was in no emotional state to do anything other than scream, and want to fight someone despite not being much of a fighter, court made one more phone call to her boss and told them that she was closing up early. there was no one else that would even bother coming in so with the go ahead, she started close up and cleaned up everything. went to lock the front door, left a note taped to the door apologizing for the inconvenience of the shop being closed early. next steps were to clear the counter, take the drawer to the back, count it, make the drop and then leave. as she was leaving the store and locking up, she shot off a message to the opening manager telling her there were probably things that weren't done but something came up. failing to mention it was her emotional state. as soon as the lock hit the jam, her mind was only on one thing. spending time with someone who didn't drive her crazy, showing off her costume to any wandering eyes that might want to look and forget all about the conversation that she just had.

down at the party, it had spilled out of the building and into the parking lot. that's where courtney found herself, leaned back against a sleek black car with a man leaning against it next to her, hand on the roof of the car behind her back and a drink in both of their hands. she was smiling, laughing - even flirting with not only her date but a few of the other people around her. it was halloween, why not see if she could make some new friends. meet some new people. plus, it was the time when people were something they weren't -- so you got to see what some people were hiding beneath the baggy clothes the rest of the year. her eyes closing at the feeling of breath against the shell of her ear as her date leaned in to whisper something to her, bringing a giggle forth from her lips. "maybe, we'll see what happens," she responded in a whisper before lifting her cup to her lips, the cool liquid washing slowly down the back of her throat.

#{ { interactions;; jon x courtney } }#{ { interactions;; jon } }#uncontrolledhavoc #i am so sorry -- he is being such a dick

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kindtobechurlish · 2 years ago

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Some woman starts giving me “signs”, and all it means is that she’s trying to make me weird. She wants me to be grotesque, as I don’t have the crowd, and I look like a geek who is looking to perform. She knows I have sex before me, according to my enablement and assholes watching me, so now she wants me to become grotesque after she gives me a sign. I start performing and I make myself stand out a different way, other than what enabled her to give me signs, and this is because she doesn’t want to admit that she is watching me in other people not admitting it. “Signs”, and they are perhaps ready to fawn over things Elon Musk is saying, his dick is in mouths. You see this, and now some woman doesn’t care about Elon and him losing money, all she cares about is me performing - looking to make that crowd that cake walks.

I don’t want to cake walk, I don’t want make people cake walk, just for me to be an “actor, writer, and poet” - I know something about fate, Ancient Rome, and infamia. If she wants me to get grotesque, my grotesque is the manifestation of putting people in slavery according to salt, and salt is cheep as hell, I am just a government looking to make plain. I’m not grotesque, and in salt, todays day, I can expose what she wants me to reduce myself to. I don’t want to start making means to be apart of her retinue, and I don’t do nothing but become just like them and she is “important.” That is grotesque to me.

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petermorwood · 2 years ago

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A bit more pronunciation fun...

Vase (thing to put flowers in) can be vaaz or vays, both are correct, the difference is usually based on class or region.

Scone (small crumbly bun / US biscuit) is skonn or skown, both are correct for the same reasons.

In both instances a particular version can be used just because it fits better: the classic example here is Discworld’s The Scone of Stone, pronounced as you might expect, even though in its real-world equivalent The Stone of Scone, that Scottish place-name is pronounced more like skoon.

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Rain, Reign and Rein are all pronounced more or less the same yet all have different, non-interchangeable meanings - but you’ll still see the second two used wrongly more times than you’d like.

And then there are words like Pique Peek and Peak, Breach and Breech, Peel and Peal, Compliment and Complement - again all pronounced more or less the same, all with completely different non-interchangeable meanings varying with context and indeed whether they’re used as noun or verb.

English is a succession of successful pitfalls placed in plain sight - this site could be seen from a plane - to trip or trap any weary wanderer who is less than wary.

While wandering, this one went wondering out of his way to weigh a secret load of lodestone that someone had secreted under a tree near a well. He meant to seize it but now sees, through eyes that secrete tears, the tears in his clothes caused by a bear which couldn’t bear his presence.

It probably believed he was after the hoard of food that had once been a horde of creatures, cheap stuff like birds that once went cheep and deer that might have been dear to buy if they’d got by the bear.

The maid at his lodging might have made repairs though first he had to flee. So he leapt like a flea many feet across a brook, quite a feat, but the bear brooked no denial. Its muscles coiled like a spring, then it made a spring the way bears do in Spring.

He breathed in short pants while its claws, sharp as any clause in a rent agreement, rent his short pants, but they barely bared his hide as he tried to hide. He could have tried the bear in court, but so near its homestead it might have caught him instead.

The breaches in his breeches came apart. A part of the bear’s failure to meet the meat was not getting a grip; maybe it suffered from grippe after taking a fall in the fall. We end our tale with no sting in its tail, since the wanderer didn’t fall in the well.

So all’s well.

I had to stretch a bit in places (grippe? come on!) but not as much as I’d expected, and it goes a long way to demonstrate why English is such a difficult language to learn, never mind master. And that’s before class, regional and dialect variations get added to the mix.

Are we having fun yet?

:->

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Finally...

Colonel (military rank) is spelt that way but pronounced kurnel / kernel because it started as the French rank for an officer commanding the sort of infantry column (la colonne) familiar from the Sharpe series. That rank was "Colonnel” and both “L”s were voiced.

The French pronunciation changed over time and became (approximately) “co’onel” while the spelling became “Colonel”. Italian still has and sounds every “L” as “Colonello”, Spanish went the other way as “Coronelo”, while in Irish it’s Coirnéal, pronounced and now usually spelt “cornal”.

Why the English version looks and sounds as it does, I have no idea; possibly a long familiarity with words that don’t sound the way they look, along with a disinclination to pronounce anything foreign (especially French) the way the foreigners do.

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Lieutenant (military rank) is lootenant in the US armed forces, luhtenant in the British navy and leftenant in the British army and air force.

That British “lef-” version is the outlier. Apart from Malay (Leftenan, a possible Britfluence) no other language (that I bothered checking) which starts this word with “L” has an “F” sound anywhere.

French (Lieutenant), German (Leutnant), Dutch (Luitenant), Danish (Løjtnant), Swedish (Löjtnant ), Norwegian (Løytnant), Estonian (Leitenant), Finnish (Luutnantti), Polish (Lejtnant), Ukrainian (Лейтена́нт, pron leytenant,) Russian (Лейтена́нт pron. leitenant)…

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ETA: @katbelleinthedark has pointed out (in no uncertain terms, gosh) that "Lejtnant” isn’t the Polish word for Lieutenant (thanks for nothing, Wikipedia link from “Lieutenant”.) The proper word is “Porucznik”, which fairly obviously doesn’t have either “L” or “F” sounds anywhere. So, deleted. Any other corrections will also be, er, corrected. No need to shout, just ask.

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And that’s enough of that. Stannat-EASE. Dis-MISS.

@dduane - “Why is a plane coming out of his head?”

Me - “It’s a Spitfire.”

DD - “And?”

Me - ....

DD - “That’s the only answer I’m going to get, isn’t it?”

Me - :->

#fun with english #fun with pronunciation #fun with languages #confusion #discworld #scone of stone #GNU Terry Pratchett

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ana8swift · 2 years ago

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summary: you and Steve are best friends, things change after time, but one thing always stayed the same.

Inspired by the song 'time after time' by Cyndi Lauper

word count: 3,571

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"You're bad luck you know that right? My car's in repair for the second time this summer. Now, we have to walk! For forty minutes!" Steve basically yells in your ear. Like your head isn't already spinning.

"How is that my fault? Also walking is good, it's healthy!" you turn to face him and you notice how-

Summer leaves a kiss on Steve Harrington's face once again. It looks good on him. Maybe this is just the liquor talking or maybe it's something you always noticed. Steve Harrington thrives in the summer, the hot weather, the girls and dates he's been getting are just the proof of that.

Maybe he always looked this good, or maybe you never noticed anything before because you are his best friend.

"You were with me, the both times I 'crushed' my car! You are a distraction, you are also never stepping a foot near my car again" you want to laugh, you almost do , but instead you flirt. You get that way when you're drunk.

"You saying 'I'm distracting-ly beautiful' is all I'm hearing" you smirk in his direction and if it wasn't dark, you would see a pink flush on his face.

"Ha-ha you know that's not- it doesn't matter. Forty minutes! We have to walk for- he says your name as

you walk with your heals in your hand and bare feet on the freshly cut grass next to the side walk. You thank God that your allergies are over, but still you smell the flowers around you. You also smell the cheep bear from your's and Steve's breath. You think that smell will follow you forever along with his hand that's now interviewed with your fingers. You smile at the gesture and you continue to listen to his rambling.

- And do you know that girl Robin was talking about? She tried to kiss me tonight? What's with the world today? Is everyone just thinking about kissing and sex? I just want to have a nice conversation for once!" he explains.

"Maybe it's like, your lips. They looked really kissable and the girl couldn't help herself? I don't know -And also if you want to have a conversation just call Dustin up. You know he'll answer no matter what time it is. Don't go to a party with hormonal teenagers and then complain"

"You think my lips are kissable? Do you often think about my lips huh?" Now it's his turn to smirk, to charm you, to squeeze your hand.

"Shut up" you almost giggle like a little girl. Steve has that effect on you.

"Want to shut you up with a kiss?" Well he's taking it too far now, you laugh and

You drop his hand and start running. You feel like a child again. You feel a light breeze and how your short dress slowly lifts up as your feet continue to move you forward. You feel free and you remember a time when you and Steve were just kids running around and dreaming of a better world and a bright shared future.

You were around seven, when you first officially met. You always knew each other, you lived in the same neighborhood. Your parents knew each other, they attended the same parties. You wondered around a big, cold and almost empty hause. Well it wasn't empty, you could see the picture frames filled with memories but you couldn't feel the love and happiness in them. The furniture, the walls, the floor even, everything was plain, simple. You couldn't understand why this hause wasn't a home. Your young mind was confused, filled with thousand of thoughts at once as you walked up the stairs. And you suddenly saw it- a boy around your age walking out a room. On the door there was a small sign written in big blue letters STEVE. So you introduced yourself, and you spent the whole dinner sitting on the stairs, talking to a boy called Steve and promising to be each other's friend, forever.

You spent your childhood running around Steve's big backyard, playing games, hide and seek, twenty questions and you promised to always say the truth!

"Go slow" he yells and you stop running, you fall behind and you look at him and start to laugh again. Steve thinks your laugh is his cure. He wants to fall asleep to that sound, to keep it close to his ears and heart. Steve thinks you're beautiful as you take his hand again and you start to slowly dance under the street lights. You always do that when you're drunk, you forget that Steve's you best friend and not your boyfriend. But you can't help yourself, and neither can he.

So your forty minute walk turned into a hour worth of walking. Steve didn't complain again though. Both of you stayed silent till you made it to your street, a simple 'see you tomorrow' a kiss on a cheek and a sweet smile from your lips cured Steve's heartache.

Time after time, you have waited for Steve. He was always late, late to realize that he loved you, or to get to work. You were standing behind the counter, chatting with the guy you have been seeing. You offered him free ice cream and he kindly refused. Steve was left confused, how can he refuse something that you offer, even something simple as ice cream? That guy should be grateful that you are even talking to him! He shouldn't take his chances, refusing you, 'what an idiot' Steve thinks. If Steve had the chance, he would do anything you asked him to, he would do everything for you.

"Earth to Steve Harrington. You okay buddy?" Robin asks him.

"Fine"

"What, are you jealous?" She notices the way his lips frown and she realizes, it's a simple thing really. How could she not see it before? "Oh my God, you so are jealous!"

"Shut up Robin! I'm not-

"You are not what?" you try to join in the conversation. Steve stops his words from leaving his mouth, hopping you didn't hear Robin's comment and hopping he could find the courage to say something because time moves to fast and he's staring at you, taking to long to answer, feeling as the walls around him crash and thank God for Robin's quick thinking.

"He wasn't late today! Yey, we should celebrate that, go get some ice cream samples -Oh and we should catch a movie later" Robin says as you leave for the back room to find some samples.

"By the way, I don't think that we should celebrate that Steve's not late, you know. That's kinda your job" you turn to Steve, damn you're fast. You hand him ice cream and continue. "And we shouldn't celebrate that you followed a rule for once"

"What? I always follow the rules, back in high-school they called me Steve Rules!" He jokes and everything feels allright now because you laugh at his joke. You always do, Steve just realized that too late.

In high-school, your friendship was little bit different then when you were kids or now, when you're both young adults. You were friends, sure. But in school, you never sat with him and his friends in the cafeteria, you almost never went to his parties. Instead you always waited till everyone left, and you'd always find Steve on his porch. Almost looking like he's waiting as well. And you'd sit there and talk, and you'd help him clean the empty bottles and the mess that was left behind. You never minded this routine, or that you and Steve weren't exactly the definition of friends. You knew he'd always be there for you, and you'd always be there for him. It's a known fact between you two. Because you remember a night when Steve was the only one who listened to your cries about Johnny, your first ever boyfriend.

You remember a time full of heartbreaks, late night drives, pancakes in the morning.

You were around fifteen when you had your first kiss. And you always thought that your first kiss, the most magical moment in a young girl's mind, will be shared with Steve. It wasn't. Steve had his first with Marianne when he was thirteen. It was during spin the bottle, you were there and you watched your best friend kiss the meanest girl at school. You puked before you got to your turn and Steve walked you home.

Few years later he walked you home after your break up with Johnny. He listened to your cries and comforted you with silence.

"Why would someone do something like that? I don't understand. What did I do wrong?" you wondered out loud.

"Hey you didn't do anything wrong! That guy's an asshole. He did the wrong thing, he cheated"

"Just a reminder this is not the time when you say 'I told you so', I knew he was a jerk, but still I thought he'd be different with me. God- I feel stupid" you say and Steve hates this. He hates hearing you say stuff like that. When you first started going out with Johnny, Steve thought he would be happy to see you two broken up. But now, he feel just as bad as you. He doesn't quite understand what he is feeling.

"I wasn't even planning on saying that. I really hoped to be wrong about him. And also, you are the smartest person I know, so you picked the wrong guy? Mistake made, all forgotten. You'll find someone, one day"

"Agh maybe, for now I'm done with dating. I'm going to stay alone forever. And that’s fine"

"Can I be alone with you as well?" he nervously asks.

"Of course"

You got home, but later that night, Steve called. He insisted that he couldn't fallasleep and he took you on a drive around your small town. He didn't even have a license yet, he was sixteen for God's sake but still. He tried to make you feel better. And he did, because that became your routine. Late-night drives every time life got too hard.

but Back in the present.

Steve feels lost. This is the third time now. Third challenge of escaping death and protecting the ones he loves. And fuck- you're also here now. You got dragged into Steve's nightmare. You now know the truth. All those times Steve has called you, beaten, bloody and bruised. All the times you have cleaned his wounds, after all those fights. You now realize. He wasn't fighting in a fight club, he wasn't careless and heartbroken because of Nancy. He was fighting, yeah, but he was also protecting. Protecting everyone, protecting you. And he was dealing with harder things than you could've ever imagined, but you know now. You know about darker dimensions, scary monsters, brave kids, kids with powers and you know Steve. Or you thought that you knew him. All his secrets you've kept since you were kids. Never telling a soul, a promise you've told each other over and over. Just for Steve to lie to you, all this time? Not telling you about his nightmares, about the horror he's been through.

You sit in an almost empty room- well a laboratory and you think that this place feels awfully close to Steve's hause. You don't tell him that, you never tell him that. Because he knows it, and he knows that you know that. And more importantly he knows that his home, is not the hause he grew up in, the hause with big windows, high ceilings, new furniture and picture frames. His home is you. He remembers the first time he realized that his hause is haunted.

It was Christmas, you were both around seventeen. Steve never liked the holidays. That's because his parents argued all the time and that his cousins were older and didn't include him in their stupid activities. His other realities never cared about him either. But this was the first Christmas he spent without his parents. They went to New York, or somewhere, they didn't really say where. So Steve was left alone in a hause not a home. But you noticed the light coming from Steve's room. That jerk told you he was on vacation, why was he still in his room then? When you realized what was really going on, you stayed with him. You decorated a small Christmas tree in his room and baked cookies in his kitchen. While you were cleaning up, you played twenty questions. Nostalgia was in the air, as you answered:

"No, I've never been with two guys at the same time. What kind of question is that?" you're confused but you laugh anyway at his stupid questions. "It's my turn now, where do you see yourself in five year time? Remember, when we were kids, we always used to talk about the future. But I guess it's different now"

"I guess that's true. It was easier back then. But If I think to hard about it-

"Please Steve, don't you dare think too hard. You'll have to use your brain for that. And I'm m afraid you don't have that" you tease.

- Very funny, ha-ha. I'm laughing so much right now. But I was going to say that, everything is easier with you around. And see now, you've ruined my nice compliment" he tries to sound annoyed, but he can't. You can never annoy him. No matter how hard you try.

"Ahh, come on now. You're making me look bad because I joked that you don't have a brain. But let me continue- you contain your laughter as you look into his eyes, with a serious voice you tell him the truth:

-Steve Harrington you may not be the brightest person out there, but I'm sure as hell that you have the biggest heart. You just have to let people see it"

Steve thinks if he really has a big heart as you say, you've melted it away with your words, kindness and truth.

That day you gave him his first memorable Christmas and he gave you a small present. A simple meaning, a necklace with the promise of infinity, of forever. Steve wants to go back to that memory.

But right now he's again beaten up, drugged and the only thing he wants to know is-

"Are you okay?" he asks and says your name in a whisper.

"Your the one with a bloody nose and eye, are you okay?"

'' 'm fine, and you? Robin you also there?" you can barely recognize his quiet voice, but still you answer as you look at Robin.

"I'm fine, and Robin's fine. She's fast asleep though. The drugs didn't work on her"

"Do you feel them? The drugs?" he asks.

You felt them. Like a rush through your bones, ready to confess your sins. Ready to run, because you could feel the adrenaline in your veins.

"Sure, you?"

"Yeah I guess. I hope Dustin and Erica are fine"

"Knowing them, they probably are"

"Yeah, they're probably going to come through this door any second now and save us- as Steve says that, both of you turn your head to the door, waiting. And you wait for a while, it's not seconds but more like 10 minutes as -Henderson! I knew you'd come! I fucking told you! HA! Take it you Russians!"

And you were saved, by two kids and later by Steve and you escaped a secret Russian underground base, you fought a monster, you met El and witnessed her powers. And you lost. Hopper. Billy. And five more people who died in a so-called 'fire mall' . But you still had Steve, and Robin and everyone else and you knew you'll be fine.

But still, weeks pass, days go by and you are not fine. You try to be, you try to pretend for your parents, for your family and friends all except Steve.

He's always an exception for you and you're always a distraction for him. It's a known fact between you two. That's why you're avoiding him. He's the only one who truly knows you. The only one who knows that you are not fine. The only one that can see through your lies and fake smiles.

So there he was, time after time, still standing straight behind your door, waiting for you. For the first time, he was waiting for you. He felt terrified, not knowing if you'll open the door, and even more terrified if you let him in. What will he say? What's there to say? What do you want him to say? Probably the truth. You deserve the truth. He lightly says your name, begging for you to open the door. And you hate the sound he makes, you hate to make him wait, or hurt, so you open the door.

With tears in your eyes you tell him as he walks in.

"I haven't been avoiding you because I'm mad at you for dragging you into all these crazy stuff- I'm mad because you've kept all this a secret till now. I'm your best friend, you know I would've believed you, I could've been there for you!" you sit on your bed and look into his eyes.

There are dark circles behind them, his hair is a mess and that says a lot about how he's been holding up.

"That's why I didn't tell you! I wanted to protect you, that's why I've kept it a secret. Please don't be angry at me. I can't- I can't do it when you're angry at me" he's pacing around the room. A place where he has slept over countless of times, a place he has watched change from time to time. From the dolls on the floor, to the posters on the wall. Now the curtains are covering the summer's sun and everything is darker then before, still your voice brings him back to the light.

"I'm not angry, I'm not. I promise. I'm sorry I've been distant but I just didn't know how to deal with all this"

"You come at mine- you come to me. I'll be with you as you deal with this". It's all right now. He takes a sit beside you, and looks at you. He holds his eyes on you, so you'll know, that he's saying the truth.

"Only if you promise no more secrets, and for real this time"

"I promise- actually I can't do that" he suddenly remembers the real reason he's here. And he remembers all the times and all the excuses on why he hasn't said anything before. He was a coward, a little late but finally he decides to be brave.

"What? What else have you been keeping from me oh God, Steve?- your voice changes, anger fills you up. Not for long though. You can never stay angry at Steve for too long. It's something both of you know, a little fact.

"There's one more thing, one more secret I haven't told you about. Or anyone really, but I think Robin knows. And Dustin"

-You told your secret to a middle-school kid? Dustin, really?" you sound surprised, but you are not really. You know how strong their friendship is. Dustin knows everything there is to know about Steve, and the other way around. You almost sound like you're jealous.

"Well as I said I didn't tell anyone, they just know. They know, everyone knows" his heartbeats are louder than the words he says next.

"Know what? Stop talking in code or whatever, just say it"

you almost know what he's going to say, at least you hope. For the first time in a long time you find hope. That maybe he feels the same-

"I'm in love with you" he pauses and looks away. But no- he can't look away now. He's going to be brave. He has to. "have been for a long time. I just didn't realize it" he says it and he feels like time stopped. Like the rest of the world was caught in fire and you two were the only ones left.

"Well, you should also know my secret" you keep his gaze and your hand moves closer to his.

"You have one too?" he accepts your hand. He'll accept anything you have to offer. And if he had the chance right now, he would really stop time just so he can relieve this moment with you, forever.

"Yeah, it's similar to yours. I've been in love with this boy, ever since I met him. And hell, that's like a really long time. Almost- I don't even remember how many years. I've been waiting for him to realize how I've felt, but he's little clueless, little late. But he's also very brave, some people from high-school even call him a 'hero' "

"Really? What's else?" he moves closer, his other hand finds your waist. His face only inches away from yours.

"He's also loyal, and quite pretty too. He's also my best friend" you close the gap between your faces. A quick peak on the lips and Steve feels fearless. He can die in peace now. He finally tasted heaven. You look in his eyes, hold your breath and you say it back. Clean and strong, the words echo through Steve's mind.

"I'm in love with you too"

Time really stopped. The rest of the world felt it too, they all heard it. The words became a prayer and Steve was a firm believer. Every night you reminded each other.

Because time after time, your love stayed the same.

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Notes: Hi, I hoped you liked reading this and also if you noticed some grammar mistakes please let me know. Have a nice dayyy, love a ♡

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things reader insert #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years ago

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This isn't the greatest but I'm in desperate need for soft Akira. Short and sweet and set in the past, my favorite

Like an Avalanche Down a Mountain

Notes include Meiji period au, female pronouns are used, I believe in Himbo Akira rights so he's pretty out of character in this, that should be it :)

There came the gentle tap, tap, tap at your window you begun to use as your new alarm clock. It started every morning at seven thirty sharp and wouldn't stop until you greeted the attacker.

You did a quick stretch in your futon, the sun warm on your face peaking from the window. Once you got to your window, you opened it wide to let your alarm clock fly around your room before resting back on the window sill.

"Good morning, Pepper!" You chirped to the small yellow bird. With his mouth full, he couldn't reply just yet. "More mail, I see?" You careful plucked the magenta red rose from his beak and twisted it in your hand. It was delicately picked free of thorns and was decorated only in a ruby red ribbon around its stem near the head of the flower.

Pepper was finally free to coo and whistle, flying freely around your head.

"This makes a bakers dozen now. Will that man ever learn to quit?" You shook your head dismissively, and turned to place the cut flower in its vase, along with the many others your admirer had sent you. "I guess I shouldn't act too upset. The attention is nice... And I get to see my favorite little birdy!" The song bird landed on your waiting hand, and you gave him a ghostly kiss against his wing. "But don't tell Akira, it'll go to his head." Pepper cheeped highly in response.

"Let's go find Papa! While we're out, maybe we can find your owner, too."

The small shopping district was ever so quiet in the early hours in the sun. Windows had only just begun to open for the cool winter breezes, along with doors flying open for customers. It was only you and one other besides the shop owners. He wore a plain yukata that matched the paint etched into his face, bright hair pushed over his shoulder to flow like waves down his back.

Akira sat outside under the awning of a forgotten building, strumming across a lonely shamisen. The three strings echoed against the shops and traveled down the empty streets to ring pleasantly on your ear. It rang louder as you approached. The tune was unique, as was all of Akira's music. It was soft and slow, serious in a way that didn't weigh heavy on your heart. His purple eyes were downcast, paying attention to his cords and strings, only when he heard the sound of your nearing steps did he look up. And when his eyes met yours, so beautiful in the rising sun, they glowed like amethyst in his sockets. His lips broke into a boyish grin as he excitedly but very carefully put down his instrument.

"Y/n! It's YOU!– OW!" Just as he shot up into the sky his head hit the awning above him, with the clang of metal against bone. The recoil was immediate, as Akira stumbled away from the building, clutching his head in pain and crumbling to the ground again.

"Oh, Akira!" You sighed, knowing that it was inevitable for him to get hurt somehow. With a head shake you trudged the remaining space between the two of you. He giggled a little, still holding his head. "Ow. Eheh. It's... It's you! I've been waiting all morning!"

"All morning?" You asked in disbelief. He fiddled with the sleeve of his robes while he stood up again as if nothing happened. He snatched up his instrument and lead you down the empty streets. "Well... Yeah! Your father opens up his shop early on Mondays, and you visit him every day. I wanted to see you as soon as possible!" Akira sneezed a little. "I've got a new song I wanted to play for you." His nimble fingers pressed against his shamisen as he started a soft tune. His eyes closed in silent joy as he played for you. It was just a taste as his bachi played against the strings quick and sweetly before he pushed his instrument to the side again. "Whaddya think?"

"It sounds lovely, I can't wait to hear the rest of it." A fond smile twitched its way on to your lips. Akira himself was still grinning like a little kid knowing his number one fan enjoyed his latest piece. As he opened his mouth to reply, his face twisted before an ugly sneeze racked against his poor throat.

"You're not getting sick are you Akira?"

"Don't think so... Just a little cold. And it's just getting colder. Isn't that exciting? I love winter."

Your father's building was finally in sight just a few shops away. He sold tea, in packets and fresh at the bar. Most days you helped as a server, but got the weekend off. You knew he didn't approve of your relationship with Akira. He only saw the boy as a loud mouthed brat tainting his "precious daughter", which made you roll your eyes every time. So you made Akira stay outside a couple stores down while you got him a warm drink. He did as he was told and waited like a patient pup. Meanwhile you snuck past your father prepping for a morning rush and "stole" a tea that would help Akira and his aching throat along with a throw blanket. You gave him the tea, he sipped at it slowly while you covered him with the blanket.

"If you keep waiting up early for me like this, the only way we can be together is with me taking care of you stuck in bed with your head full of snot." He interrupted you with another violent sneeze, groaning in pain and almost spilling his tea. "And by the sounds of it, I'm too late..."

"I wouldn't mind that, actually." He smirked, "Would you really take care of me? I'd really like that."

Like the strings of his shamisen, he played with the strings of your heart. Even when he was acting self-centered he did it in an oddly enamoring way. With a carefulness you showed only him, you placed your hand on his freezing cheek. He sighed and pressed himself deeper into your warm palm, thawing his frozen bones. "Of course I would... I can't let anything happen to my favorite musician." You added quickly hoping he wouldn't hear but also kind of hoping he would. It was too late, and he did hear you, his eyes found that familiar warm fire behind them.

"Hah! I knew you loved me; there isn't a girl alive in this village who doesn't adore me."

He suddenly stood up and took you into his arms, squeezing you close to lean on you. "Ah, so those rocks people throw at your head must be their confessions of love yes?" You laughed as you reminisced on the time a woman really did throw a rock at him once some of his more jarring music startled her sleeping baby awake.

"Well duh! Of course they are! You should start doing it, too."

You teased him back, "You can count on it. Now let's get you home to some hot food."

He couldn't wait. Rocks or soup, Akira would be grateful for anything given to him by his number one fan.

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"Hey, can we get a part two to this, where Reader takes care of Akira while he's sick? And maybe some actual romance is involved?"

#jjba #jjba x reader #akira otoishi #akira otoishi x reader #diamond is unbreakable #my favorite himbo

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 4 years ago

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ok ok, so i'm new at requesting lol. i absolutely adore your work ( and for some reason this is the only blog posting karube content? whats up with that, the barista needs more love ) but that brings me to why i'm here. something soft with karube, maybe he finally gets that farm in australia he wanted. slow dancing by moonlight. just an idea i had, totally cool if you don't do it lol.

Yes Karube doesn’t get the love that he deserves 👏😔 Such a cute idea, I hope you like it 💕

Moonlight Dance | Daikichi Karube

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Karube

Summary: You stay at your boyfriend Karube’s farm in Australia for a holiday together, and he asks you an important question.

Warnings: a suggestive theme (but it’s only one sentence)

Word Count: 2.1k

*reader is gender-neutral

Karube gif credit

You sat on the deck chair that was placed near the end of the porch. The dusk light of the sun covered you like a warm blanket, making you feel safe and at home. The distant sound of lorikeets cheeping in the trees together filled your ears, making you smile.

Karube had managed to buy himself a decent farm along the east coast of Australia. He had invited you to come over as soon as it was his because he was so excited to share it with you. And you couldn’t blame him, it was beautiful.

It was a far way from any sort of urban environment, so it was constantly quiet and soothing, leaving only the sound of nature to fill the air.

You were so proud that Karube was finally able to achieve his dream. Even if it was just as simple as this, you couldn’t be more happy.

You closed your eyes and relaxed in the evening sun. You wanted to enjoy the warm light just before it fell asleep behind the horizon, because night time did get quite chilly sometimes.

After a short few minutes, you felt a gentle hand on your arm, making you open your eyes. Your boyfriend Karube was sitting on the ground on a cushion next to you with a lit cigarette poking out of his mouth, giving you a loving smile. He was wearing his usual blue, faded jeans with a plain black t-shirt. “You tired love?” he asked, rubbing your arm soothingly.

You nodded. “A little bit. I might get an early night.” You sat up and reached your hands behind your back to stretch them. You sighed satisfyingly after hearing some bones pop in your back. You had only been at Karube’s farm for a few days, and you already feel more relaxed than anything.

You leant sideways and leant yourself against his broad shoulders, making him snuggle into you. The silence between you was so comfortable, making you feel at ease and at home. Karube always managed to make you feel that way no matter where you both were.

“Hey! Before you get anymore tired, can I show you something?” he suddenly asked, becoming all excited. He turned, making you sit up off him.

You nodded and chuckled at his excitement. He acted like a giant kid at times, which never failed to make you laugh.

He scrambled to his feet and ran inside through the back doors to the house. “Just wait there! I have to grab something,” he said.

You watched and laughed as he almost tripped on the carpet before regaining his balance and running again. You waited patiently while watching as the sun began disappearing over the horizon, making the sky fade to a soft orange.

You hoped things could stay this tranquil and calm forever. With Karube by your side, you didn’t need anything else.

You turned as you heard soft footsteps behind you. Karube returned having discarded his cigarette and was now holding out his hand to you. “Let’s go! We don’t want it to get too late before we get there cause we’ll get cold,” he encouraged.

You took his hand happily. “Where exactly are we going?” you asked curiously as Karube and you stepped off the porch onto the grass.

“It won’t be a surprise if I tell you,” he beamed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’ll have to be patient and see for yourself.”

You huffed out an annoyed sigh. He always had such a thrill from surprising you with things, whether it be something huge like a holiday away or a small gift he bought you. He was full of surprises, so you became accustomed to his playful ways.

You both walked along the grass fields for a while, chasing each other and enjoying the time together. Karube picked up every flower he could find and kept adding it to the stash in your arms, insisting that you kept a hold of them so you could put them in a water vase when you got back to the house. You took your jacket off and used it as a makeshift bag, lugging all of the colourful flowers along as he brought them to you.

He kept relating some part of you to each one, like “This one would go well with your hair.” or “This one matches your favourite shirt.” It was so endearing watching him be so invested in such little things about life. It made you feel so lucky to have someone who enjoyed such minor yet beautiful things.

As the sun disappeared from the sky and the moon shone bright over the farm fields, Karube walked along behind you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He was kissing your cheek every few minutes and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

“Are you getting cold baby?” he asked, concerned. You shook your head. “No. You’re like a human blanket,” you laughed, pulling him closer by his arms so his chest was against your back.

Karube grinned and tucked his face into your neck and left a few light kisses on your skin. “You’re so cute,” he breathed out against you and tickled your waist slightly, making you squirm in his arms.

You both trudged along the long grass for a while, going to wherever Karube was planning. He had pulled out a torch from his back pocket when it got too dark to see where you were stepping.

When you both shortly arrived at a large field that was surrounded by a metal fence, Karube brought you over to the gate and unlatched it from the fence, motioning for you to step inside. The field was completely empty, containing nothing but long blades of grass and the moonlight shimmering off it.

You stared up at the moon, mesmerized by its light and fullness. You had never seen it that bright before.

Karube walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his chin on your shoulder. “You want to have some fun?” he whispered into your ear.

You leant back to look at him in shock. “Here? We’re in the middle of a field,” you said, taken back by his bold words.

He laughed and placed his hand on your head, messing your hair up. “That’s not what I meant, naughty,” he chuckled. “Watch this.”

You watched in wonder as Karube started running along the grass with a sudden trail of fireflies rising up out of the ground as he jogged. An excited grin painted across your face as you laughed at your boyfriend, loving seeing him happy.

“Come on!” he yelled after a while of you watching him. You lifted your legs and followed, looking behind you as fireflies sprouted from the long grass, chirping and singing while flashing their lights.

It was such a gorgeous scene. You and Karube chasing each other and tackling to the ground as little stars scattered around you, making the moment almost seem magical. It was a once in a lifetime experience.

Once you both had grown tired, you leant against a small tree that was planted in the corner of the field. You were tucked into his chest, breathing in his scent to relax you.

“Thanks so much for inviting me here babe,” you mumbled against him, earning his soft hand stroking your hair gently. “Why wouldn’t I? I love you so much, I want to share my life with you.”

His words made your heartstrings dance in your chest and your face heat up. Even after being with him for several years, he still knew how to make your heart race with simple words.

You pushed your head even closer to his chest so your cheek was squished up against the cotton material of his shirt. You could feel his heartbeat, rapidly pulsing at a mile a minute. It was almost banging against his ribcage. You frowned and leant back to look into his eyes with concern.

“Are you okay baby?” you asked worryingly. You rubbed your hand against his chest, over his heart. “You’re hearts beating very fast.”

You saw Karube look to the ground to avoid your gaze while he answered you. “It’s probably just from running around before, I’m still a bit out of breath.”

You glanced at him for a little longer before shrugging it off.

Both of you observed the grassy field in front of you in a comfortable silence. Your eyes widened as you saw the ground blossom in bright moonlight, seeing as the clouds had separated to let the moon’s shine through. You smiled and turned to Karube excited.

“Come here!” you pressed, grabbing his hand and pulling him out to the small patch of shorter grass where the moon was shining. “I want to dance.”

“Dance?” Karube repeated. “Baby, you know I can’t dance,” he laughed nervously. You shook your head at his claim and grabbed his hands to place on your waist while you wrapped yours around his neck. “I don’t care, I’m not the best dancer either.”

You slowly began swaying your bodies, spinning in slow circles while keeping your foreheads pressed together and looking into each other’s eyes lovingly. You swore every time you looked at Karube, you felt yourself fall for him more and more.

You saw in your peripheral vision some fireflies beginning to make their way out of the grass again and buzz around the two of you as you slow-danced in the moonlight. You chuckled to yourself, it must have looked like the cliché romantic Disney movie scene, but you wouldn’t have asked for anything more or less.

After a few minutes of silent swaying and feeling the cold breeze on your skin, Karube stopped his movements and pulled back from you. You looked at him confused as to why he stopped.

“Well, I guess there isn’t a better time than now,” he started, making you frown.

Karube gazed into your eyes with a big, goofy smile on his face. His breathing was a bit unleveled. He seemed very nervous.

“Uh, Y/N. I just want to say that, over the past few years I’ve known you, you’ve made me the happiest man I could have ever hoped to have been. You’ve made me a better person in myself, and also have taught me really valuable lessons through our relationship,” he stated, fiddling with the material of your clothes. You smiled at him, a smile spreading across your features as he continued. “I want to thank you for always being there for me, through both the good times and the bad times. I honestly don’t know where I would be without you. And that is why I am doing this.”

You watched in wonder as Karube separated himself from you and slowly knelt down onto one knee. Your heart stopped, there’s no way he was doing what you were thinking he was doing.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small violet box before holding it out to you in both hands. “Y/N L/N, will you please make me the happiest person on earth for the rest of my life and marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous ring.

His hopeful eyes glistened in the moonlight up at you. You were covering your mouth in shock, tears filling up your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.

You nodded your head yes, and knelt down to Karube to give him the biggest hug you could ever give, head tucked into his neck and arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly. You heard him let out a big sigh of happiness and wrap his arms around you, squeezing you just as tight.

You leant back and crashed your lips onto his in a heated kiss. You held each other close underneath the moonlight, being the happiest souls that the moon would see for the time it would be awake.

You squealed as Karube suddenly broke the kiss and lifted you up into his arms with your legs clinging around his waist. He had tears of happiness rolling down his cheeks, making you reach out and wipe them away with your thumb gently before giving him another loving kiss on his lips.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” he whispered against your lips happily. “I couldn’t have asked for anything more in my life than you for the rest of it.” You couldn’t speak, so happy and emotional from the event. Your expression said it all to him.

As you slowly made your way back to the house to spend a happy and romantic night together, you and Karube were glued to each other’s side, laughing and cuddling in the cold night air.

He now had everything he ever dreamed of, and he couldn’t have been more happy about it.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland imagines #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland scenarios #alice in borderland one shots #alice in borderland x reader #aib #aib imagines #aib imagine #aib scenarios #aib one shots #aib x reader #karube #daikichi karube #karube imagines #karube imagine #karube scenarios #karube one shots #karube x reader

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archadianskies · 4 years ago

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The owners don’t allow animals in the café and I can’t help but notice that your jacket is making noises, Freddie Anderson

[Freddie Anderson is from the A/9 SWATverse; Lachlan appears briefly in this short]

There’s only two active RK900s in the entire country, and the one that walks in through the doors has a mop of curls so that makes it Baby RK900 and not SWAT RK900.

“Hi, what can I get you this morning?”

CheepCheep-

“Er-” Lachlan blinks, and Frederick’s LED turns bright red.

“I’ll have a milk tea Tearium please and um, a glass of water? Just plain?” He asks, voice rushed.

CheepCheepCheepCheep-

The android rests his hand on his side.

“Sir, um, we don’t allow animals in here unless they’re service dogs.”

“I don’t have an animal on me!” He says hurriedly, blinking at the eftpos machine to complete the transaction wirelessly. “My name is Freddie. For the order, I mean.”

“I know,” Lachlan says slowly, eyeing where Frederick is pressing his palm to his coat pocket. “Your brother is a regular here,” he keeps his tone light and conversational, because the poor dear looks ready to turn tail and bolt for the door. “Is he well?”

“Yes! Caleb is well,” Frederick nods, smiling. “We’re meeting up after his mission tonight.”

Cheep-

“Thank you I shall wait for my order at the other end of the counter now!” Frederick says before awkwardly hurrying away.

Now, Lachlan is no RK unit but he’s an AP700 and well, he’s not being overconfident when he thinks his investigative skills aren’t poor.

He makes his order, heating the Tearium to the optimum temperature before taking one of the venti plastic cups used for cold drinks and filling it with cold water and some ice. After a moment’s thought he adds a scoop of sliced strawberries.

“Ducklings need a lot more than strawberries but it’s what we have here that’s safe enough for them. The sugars are good for them.” Lachlan smiles as Frederick’s panicked look gives way to a sheepish one as he unearths the cheeping duckling and places it on the counter.

“I found it all alone by one of the trees. I think it got left behind when the mother took the rest of its siblings to the pond in the park,” Frederick explains, expression concerned. “It’s dehydrated so I thought I’d come here first since it’s on the way.”

Lachlan can’t help the giggle that escapes him as he gently pats the duckling drinking enthusiastically from the cup.

“Is it ok to have it here? I can go sit outside?” Frederick whispers anxiously and Lachlan grins.

“I think we can make an exception for this little darling.”

*~*~*

[duckling eating strawberries]

#rk900 #ap700 #annie writes: dbh #frederick anderson #extra-standard-deviation

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razieltwelve · 3 years ago

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Helping Beak (Final Rose)

Korra was doing her usual check on Naga when she noticed something alarming.

“What’s this, girl?” Korra’s eyes narrowed. “Is this a... tick?” A closer look confirmed that it was indeed a tick. But when could Naga have gotten it? Korra checked Naga regularly, and she made sure to take great care of her.

Wait...

On their most recent mission, the one they’d gotten back from yesterday, Naga had fallen into a river after tackling a Grimm that had been about to sneak up on Asami. With her thick fur, it would have been easy to miss, and ticks had chemicals in their bite that ensured their victims didn’t feel anything.

Worry growing, Korra continued to check Naga. There were more ticks.

“Is something wrong?” Asami asked. She had been doing her homework, but it was hard not to notice Korra fretting.

“Naga has ticks,” Korra replied. “I think she got them when she fell into the river on our mission.”

“Oh.” Asami got up and came over to have a look. “What’s the best way to treat that?”

“You can pull them off if you’re careful, but depending on the species of tick, it can get nasty if you make a mistake.” Korra frowned. “Back home, we’d just get chocobo chicks to do it.”

“Chocobo chicks?”

“Yeah. They eat ticks. If you’ve got an animal with ticks, you just bring it over to some chocobo chicks, and they’ll get all the ticks. It works like a charm.”

“I don’t think there are any chocobo chicks at Beacon, though.” Asami pursed her lips. “I mean they do keep chocobos at the stables, but they’re all adults.”

Korra sighed. “Adult chocobos don’t really go after ticks unless they’re really desperate. They’re bigger, so they prefer other food.”

“Then again...” Asami hummed thoughtfully. “I might be able to get a chocobo chick. I remember looking at the schedule for the lab, and we’re supposed to have a visitor today...”

X X X

Korra looked at the little boy. With his pink hair and facial features, it wasn’t hard to see the similarities. Even without Asami telling her, she would have guessed that Taren was related to Professor Farron and Averia.

“Asami said you needed Fury’s help,” Taren said. On his head, the chocobo chick eyed Korra warily. Like most chocobo chicks, he was cautious around people he hadn’t met before.

“Yeah.” Korra waved the boy over to Naga. “This is Naga. She’s my friend.”

“A polar bear dog?” Taren grinned. “You almost never see them outside of Water Tribe territory or the far north and south.”

“Heh.” Korra patted Naga as she sat up and sniffed at Taren and Fury. The boy’s smile never wavered, but Fury puffed himself up as best he could. Given his tiny size, it was less than intimidating, and Naga gave a snort of amusement. “Don’t worry. She’s friendly, but she needs Fury’s help.” Korra pointed. “See that? We went on a mission, and some ticks have bitten her.”

“Oh.” Taren leaned in and nodded. “I see. Ticks are pretty nasty. But don’t worry, Fury will help.” He reached up and patted the chocobo. “You’ll help, right?”

Fury cheeped and hopped off Taren’s head. He landed on Naga’s back and waited for the polar bear dog to rumble her assent before he darted over to the nearest tick. Springing forward, he lashed out and pulled the tick off in one smooth motion before devouring it.

“Kweh...”

Taren laughed.

“What did he say?” Korra asked.

“He asked if he should save any for me.” Taren snickered. “You might think ticks are tasty, Fury, but I can’t eat them. You can have all of them.”

“Kweh!” Fury’s eyes gleamed, and his gaze darted over Naga’s body, easily picking out the ticks despite her fur. Soon, he was a blur of motion, pulling the ticks free and eating them.

“Wow.” Korra blinked. She’d seen chocobo chicks do this before, but none of them had shown this sort of speed and ferocity. “He’s good at this, but will he be able to eat them all?”

“Probably.” Taren shrugged. “Aunt Vanille said that since he’s a black-and-red chocobo, Fury will end up huge, so he eats more than most chocobo chicks.”

Ten minutes later, the chocobo chick was done. He gave Naga one last check before nodding in satisfaction and then hopping into Taren’s arms. His belly was looking a little swollen, and he sighed contentedly before burping.

“I think you might have eaten too much.” Taren patted Fury’s back. “Don’t worry. I can carry you until you feel like walking again.”

“Kweh...”

“He said he got them all,” Taren explained. “He even double-checked just to be sure.”

“Thanks, kid.” Korra beamed. “And thanks, Fury. Let me know if you ever need anything.”

“It’s okay.” Taren smiled back. “Fury got a snack, and I got to meet a polar bear dog.”

X X X

Author’s Notes

Funnily enough, Fury will end up being one of the few animals in the series who can actually look down at Naga. Naga is larger and heavier overall than Fury, but Fury stands at more than eleven feet in height, making him taller. Still, polar bear dogs are amongst the largest terrestrial carnivores on Remnant, and there are some truly gigantic ones out there like the Mistral jungle tiger and the huge lions that lurk on the plains of Mi’Ihen.

Of course, the largest terrestrial predator is the gigantic aardvark found in Vacuo’s deserts that is so huge it can be seen from orbit. The largest specimens are the size of large hills or small mountains and subsist primarily on the giant insects that nest in Vacuo’s desolate wilds. In fact, those aardvarks are the chief reason that Vacuo rarely has to deal with Grimm. Given their tremendous size and combat power (you need artillery to even get their attention), the aardvarks consider Grimm a welcome addition to their diet. Indeed, there have even been records of groups of aardvarks working together to hunt down groups of Grimm Goliaths. Yeah, don’t mess with these aardvarks.

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#final rose #fanfiction #korra #asami sato #naga #taren #fury

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maxbegone · 5 years ago

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Safe

The other night, in our discord with @roguebabyinyourstore and @bestwisheswarmestregards, Megan ( @stuck-on-your-heart ) posted this, so I took it and ran with it, maybe a little too far.

Also on Ao3

WARNING: Mentions of past drug use, drug abuse, manipulation, and that pretentious cock known as Sebastien Raine.

It’s raining today. A heavy downpour that hits against the windows in a way that seems to encompass the entire apartment with white noise. The weather, simplistically, is lousy.

Ever since the rain started early that morning, David’s been nursing a dull headache. He hasn’t done anything for it, mainly because he and Patrick have been in bed the whole time fading in and out of sleep. He got up once to use the bathroom and stole Patrick’s zip-up on the way back.

It’s really just one of those wonderfully lazy days where the weather allows him to do nothing until he gets antsy around seven o’clock and he begs Patrick to order a pizza.

He hopes they order pizza.

They bed is cool on Patrick’s side when David wakes from his second nap of the day, thrusting him into the late morning. Before long, though, his fiancé is padding back over to the bed with two mugs of steaming tea and a smile that he reserves only for him. David gives Patrick a sleepy blink and smiles back.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Patrick murmurs as he plants a kiss into his hair, carefully balancing the mugs. His own hair is a little wet from the shower, and he smells like the spiced bergamot body wash they’ve begun selling at the store. It’s intoxicating and David loves it.

“How long was I out?” He grumbles into his pillow. Patrick’s pillow, actually.

“Forty-five minutes. Sorry for leaving, I really needed to shower. Sit up so you don’t spill this on yourself.”

David obliges as Patrick climbs back into bed with him, dressed in a new pair of sweats and a faded blue tee. Definitely a lazy day. He passes the mug and two Advil over to David.

“Caramel shortbread and a teaspoon of sugar,” Patrick recites, sipping his own tea. “And I figured your head would be hurting with all this rain. Not too hot?”

“Mh, no. Perfect,” David hums into his mug. He downs the two pills, leans back against the fluffy pillows and lets out a contented sigh.

Patrick sets his mug aside to pull his guitar from where it’s laid carefully in its open case next to the bed. He does this sometimes, and David will just sit and watch. Patrick will absentmindedly pluck away at his six-string, moving idly up and down the fingerboard. Sometimes he’ll play a song that David will recognize, other times it’ll just be a slew of random notes both sharp and flat. Regardless of what Patrick does, it sounds beautiful to David. It always sounds beautiful. Patrick will sing sometimes, too, and on occasion he makes a whole show out of it. But it doesn’t seem that way today.

Today he’s just strumming away as he stares somewhat dreamily at the ceiling.

David watches him closely. He studies the way Patrick’s fingers move, the way his hands flex and the veins pop out, and how his ring fingers seems to be moving around the most. It’s all meditative for him. David notes the way the corners of Patrick’s mouth have quirked up as well, like they always do when he’s playing without any singing, his lips just slightly pursed together. Patrick’s eyes flutter closed, they always do. Slowly, David’s headache is subsiding, and as much as he wants to credit the smooth sound of his partner’s guitar playing, he knows it’s the painkillers.

He doesn’t realize that he’s staring until Patrick opens his eyes again and looks over.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” David hides a smile in his now-empty mug. “Keep playing.”

Patrick laughs a bit. “Would you like to hear anything in particular?”

David shakes his head, “No. I like whatever you’re playing now.”

“Well I’m not really playing anything, so.”

He shifts a bit to make himself closer to Patrick. “Yeah, but I still like it.”

Patrick lets out a breathy “Oh,” and leans in to kiss him softly. When they pull away, he knocks at the underside of David’s chin with the length of his index finger. He carefully places his guitar back down in its case.

“I like this,” David whispers, almost at random.

“Like what?”

“This,” he gestures vaguely. “Us together like this, with nothing going on. You playing your little guitar while it rains, making me tea.”

“Yeah? And what are you doing for me?” Patrick teases in return.

“I’m wearing your hoodie, which I arguably look very cute in.” David bounces his head little bit in emphasis.

“You do look very cute in it.” Patrick takes the mug from David’s hands and places it on the nightstand next to his own.

“It’s all really nice,” David continues. “It feels nice, it feels safe. I feel safe here…”

He knows Patrick’s looking at him, maybe a little quizzically, or maybe he’s giving him that careful look that says, “Keep going, I’m still here.” But saying that aloud just now pricked something deep inside him, and it’s making David feel a little off-center. Instead of looking over, he shimmies himself down until he’s on his back. He feels a little shy from having said anything at all.

“David?”

He wants to say silent, he really does. He wants to let the moment pass and just force himself to fall asleep again. But he doesn’t. It’s like his mouth is moving faster than his brain at this point.

“No one has ever made me feel like that,” he begins. “I was usually this one-and-done thing for people. Wasn’t worth the effort.”

Patrick knows this, they’ve talked about it ad nauseam before. It’s a touchy subject, but David’s just added this whole other layer and he keeps going.

“It was always me getting something from them, or them getting something from me. Pills, mostly, access to people I knew, like, really high up. Honestly at one point I was always looking to get a stellar high, so. There were days where I was barely sober because of it.”

Patrick is completely still beside him, so David continues.

“Um…This one girl stole from me a few times, but I didn’t realize until it was too late because it always happened when I had a bunch of people over and when I was in the middle of hooking up with someone else. And there was this guy who basically ridiculed everything I wore, so. There was a time where I wore very plain things and he would decide on that for me.” David tugs at his sleeves a bit. “It was really short-lived though. Only lasted a month and a half before he got bored.” He waves a hand, feigning nonchalance. He doesn’t look to his right where Patrick is.

“David, that’s not okay.”

“I know it’s not. And I knew it then, really. I was just trying to prove something, I guess.” He inhales and holds it for a second too long. “Sebastien was on a whole other level, though. We were usually completely smacked whenever we were together.”

David’s world rocks a bit, and the white noise from the rain outside becomes a bit more piercing. He shakes off the feeling and purses his lips.

“Photos,” is all he says, and Patrick really already knows this.

He told him before they got together when Sebastien Raine came to town. Patrick had sensed David was very off that week, and in the middle of setting up a shelving unit, he told his then-new-business partner everything about the sleazy bastard.

Patrick’s moving to lay down next to David, facing him.

“Hey.” His voice is soft and soothing. “Can you look at me?”

David turns his head slowly. “Sorry,” he mutters, it’s almost inaudible.

“I know that you already know this David,” Patrick begins, “but I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

“And I never intend to.” Patrick reaches out to brush against David’s face. “I love you, you mean the world over to me, David. Those people in your past who wronged you are long-gone. They don’t matter. You matter.”

David blinks. He sniffs a bit, swallows thickly to suppress threatening tears. It takes a few minutes for him to speak again, but looking at Patrick, the words come out so easy.

“I’ve never felt this safe before. I’ve never had anyone who makes me feel this way. You make me feel safe.” He laughs a little at how cheesy it all sounds, but Patrick isn’t laughing. Instead, he’s nodding, gentle and understanding. His hand trails from its spot on David’s cheep down to play with his left hand. It’s sans his rings at the moment, since he tends to not sleep with them.

David continues. “In New York, with those people, I had to play it up. If I didn’t, they’d drop me. I didn’t know who I was so I just followed along. I learned to be someone I’m not, clearly. I, uh…Do you really want to marry me, Patrick?”

Those words nearly hurt today. He feels so small in this bed. He didn’t expect to get into such a heavy conversation today, but here they are. If he didn’t take the Advil earlier, David is sure his head would be pounding much harder with an anxiety-induced headache.

Patrick shifts again, this time so he can wrap himself against David’s curled-up form.

“David Rose, I have never been so sure about anything in my life. I cannot wait to marry you.”

Patrick’s voice grounds him. It does, it really does, but David’s in it now and he feels the need to press onward.

“I have a lot of, I don’t know, emotional baggage?” David squeezes his eyes shut and says, “I’ve never felt so safe with anyone in my entire life, Patrick. I didn’t think that I ever could.”

When he opens his eyes again, Patrick’s own are wide and doe-like.

Out of all the things everyone in his past life made him believe, David never thought that he was worthy of someone as beautiful and caring as Patrick Brewer. The fact that they were engaged, the fact that Patrick wanted to marry him despite everything in his past made him feel good about himself and where he was in his life right now. He thought, a long time ago, that he was destined to roam the Earth somewhat alone as he bounced from stranger to stranger, and on occasion have a fling that would last for more than a week and a half.

Patrick brings him back to the present when the pad of his thumb brushes against his under-eye.

“David. I will do everything in my power to make you feel safe for the rest of our lives.”

It’s a strong statement. It’s bold, it’s powerful, and David knows with his whole being that it’s very true. When Patrick makes a promise, he keeps that promise. He’s proven it over and over again.

Finally, he says, “I love you,” and Patrick’s expression softens just a bit.

“I love you, David,” he whispers back.

Patrick’s lips trail along the stubble on his jawline, leaving little kisses from there all the way down his neck. When he gets to the hollow of David’s throat, he nips a bit and kisses the spot. It both warms David and sends a chill down his spine.

Patrick drags himself back up to kiss David’s lips. It’s sweet.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he swears against his lips from where he now hovers over him. It’s so quiet, it’s only for them, even though they are alone in the apartment. It’s intimate, really.

A tear slips from David’s eye, leaving a cool mark as it caresses his temple. His smile grows wide and sweet. He blinks slow, and Patrick is still there above him.

David pulls him into his chest, holds Patrick tightly and whispers, “You, too.”

David means it.

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devil-dxrling · 4 years ago

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SBR getting political, No.6

Pairing: Funny Valentine x Reader

Warnings: Smut, underage reader.

Words: 2162

Summary: He gets mad at her, but all’s well ends well.

He must have left the night before, maybe right after I fell asleep. I knew he had to take the train really early to San Diego. My mind had to unfortunately set him aside though, today was a special day because I had to dress up, get close to the rib cage, change my clothes to something good, and then catch Valentine’s attention. For half the journey I would wear a plain, loose white outfit. Shorts and a simple white shirt. Then, for the other half, I would change into something a bit more… Riské . It took me days to get to the motel where I would be stationed, but finally I arrived. The outfit I chose to wear was made of shiny, black latex and cooling material. It was a sweetheart neckline, skin-tight play-suit with booty shorts and accents around the waist and chest. It was corseted up in the back and was padded, making it more comfortable. I paired it with a pair of black, leather stiletto booties that were open-toed. Hoping I wouldn’t burn in the heat, I got onto my horse and followed a map. To be honest, everything happened extremely quickly, almost too quickly for me to comprehend it. I could hear chaos emerge from the horizon and saw a train, Valentine’s train. I sped behind a few buildings and carefully joined the plethora of people shooting at each other and being dicks. I might have been the only person to know where the rib cage actually was, it was to the left, not the right - so was his train. Luckily enough, I had a good idea of the cabin he was in, so I made my way closer until I spotted him, now to get his attention…

I pointed one of my custom revolvers to the train window where he sat, and shot. The window smashed open and his eyes shot to mine, menacingly. I smirked and lowered my gun, looking at him attentively as I saw his eyes slowly glide down my form. Smiling, I guided Dea closer to him. As I did, the train sped up, causing me to lean further onto the horse, arch out my back, point out my behind, and ride faster. My guns pointed, shooting at ugly red-necks that got in my way and distracting others as I fired up into the sky. Secretly, I would look back to the train, obviously he had to move, the window was smashed, but every now and then I would see him, chin resting on his hand, looking at me. Nice came upon us after a long day of riding and keeping up with a train. We had stopped at a city right next to the rib cage, but only I knew that. While everyone camped to the right, I stationed myself near the left, closer to the train. The good thing about wearing black was that you would blend in perfectly. When I got to the back of the train, there was a key, Funny has seen right through my actions. I opened the door to see a compartment that was much smaller than the other ones, but was still of adequate size. In the corner was a man, sitting on a chair; the room was dark and I couldn’t make out who it was, until he stood up and I had recognized his height immediately. Standing up, he walked to me and took my upper arm, pulling me into his chest. He was cold, and from what I could see, he held a stoic face, not calm and warm like it normally was, but stone and cold, and angry.

‘You really think you have the right to do these things to me,’ He whispered into your ear as he pulled you even closer. You could feel his dick, hard on your thigh, being uncomfortably enclosed by his pants. His undeniably pissed presence in the room made you quiver and shake in your boots. Turning to look up at him, you saw his face. I wasn’t even looking down to you, just straight forward. This brought you back down to earth. Reality hit you as you realized he was still the president, and you were nothing but scum compared to him. Throwing you off of himself, he paced towards the door, shut it, locked it, and locked the other one. Then, he turned to look at you, or more so in your direction, his head was still held high, refusing to look down.

‘Would you like me to pull down the blinds? Though, evaluating how you acted today during the race, I don’t think you even care if anyone sees us, do you? Today your actions were foolish, dim-witted, brainless and inept. You know how much shame could have been put onto me if they saw you looking at me like that? I showed how little respect you have for me, my reputation, and my reputability, and I just can’t let that happen anymore. And even now, what are you expecting? For me to please you? Well, you can take your whorish ass out of this train right now if that’s the sort of treatment you’re expecting! Get out before I rip this latex off your little, feeble body and toss you out there naked!’

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood up and stumbled to the door, but it was locked. You I heard a sardonic laugh behind me as he closed the space between us, keys in hand, he unlocked the door. But before I had the chance to step out he pulled me close to him and gave my body a rough shove out of the train, and into the sand, uttering his final critical blows to my already crumpled heart:

‘Remember little bitch, I’m the fucking president.’

And with that the door was slammed shut and locked. I turned onto my front and I brought my arms up to my head and just lay there, crying out my bitter tears, until I suddenly stopped and realized something that made me want to vomit. I slowly rubbed my thighs together, why the fuck did I actually seem to enojy being yelled at? Nonetheless, I had to get up and find something different to wear.

I decided on plain black, loose pants with a red, lace up, leather top that had corset detailing the back and in the front. I wore the same heels, couldn’t really find anything better, and my black black flat-brimmed hat I had on me at all occasions. In the morning, I was raring to go. Some mascara was still smudged my cheeks from all the crying I did last night, but I had to put that thought aside. I was at the front of the line when the race started, and I could bet my money on the fact that I wouldn’t have to kill anyone to slip in and out with the part. I had one of my closest friends with me to take care of my horse because when I got the part, I would transfer over to the train and leave Dea with him. As we closed in, there were 3 ways that could be taken. I knew they would all end up leading to the same place, but I also knew I had to go left. The train went through the middle, it had to stay neutral and not give anything away. Finally, as I had no more eyes on me, I maneuvered left, with a few dozen or so people and we rode further on. From here, my memory is fuzzy from here, I just remember seeing the bones and racing toward them like everyone else. It would have been complete carnage if I hadn’t rode up to the guy wearing blue and yanked it from him before riding off up a short little cliff. Looking behind me, I saw my friend and then smiled, I whispered to Dea, ‘Stop at the cliff amore mia, I’ll be back. Ciao.’ And with that we reached the low cliff and I boosted myself off the horse and onto the far back of the train. The rib cage in my left hand, the key from last night in my right, I unlocked the door and swayed in, locking it back up before anyone saw me. I knew I was about 2 compartments away from the last one. Slowly, I walked through the empty bedroom compartments and kitchens and restaurants and bars until I came to a normal sitting compartment that I heard talking from. Bravely, I knocked onto the door as I heard all the guards inside cock their guns toward the door. Then, there was a shallow ‘Come in,’ which was probably Valentine being done with me.

I peaked my head out of the crack and then shot away from the door, instead putting the rib cage out. ‘Sir, she had the rib cage.’

‘Of course she does. Get in here woman.’

I cheeped in and walked to sit in front of him, carefully handing him the rib cage. After examining it closely, he gave it to one of the guards (who put it into a vault) and then looked back up at me, crossing one leg over the other and intertwining his fingers together in front of his face. His left hand unwound to wave the guards away as they left and locked the door behind them. Leaning back into his chair, he pointed towards the drinks onto the table, eyes still narrowed, observing my every move.

‘I’m so--’ I was cut off by him.

‘Don’t be, I went a bit hard on you, I’ll admit, you need to be taught a lesson.’

I just nodded my head while I poured myself some bitter brandy and leaned back, bringing the glass up to my lips. Out of nowhere, he leaned in and moved his right hand up my thigh, slowly, looking behind him, to make sure the door was shut and that there was nobody there. He stood up and took the glass before I could finish it, moving me around the table and bringing me onto his lap, moving his hands skillfully across my curves and resting them on my thighs.

‘Do you want me to do it again?’ Did he know about how I felt last night? Did he see me rub my thigh together when I was in the sand? Did I really embarrass myself that much?

‘I saw you last night, on the floor, rubbing your pretty little thighs together, you liked to be berated, didn’t you, little slut.’ I was nothing like in those romance novels where the man would whisper sweet nothings into her ear, instead it was insults that burned me to my core. At one point I raised my hand up to punch him, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it painfully. A cry left my lips as I felt myself get wet and try to squeeze my thighs together.

‘You want me to go back to being nice? Want all of this to stop? Want me to let you control the situation? You want me to submit?’ I seriously couldn't take any more of his deep voice whispering things into my ear, my mouth jumped towards his and we locked lips, roughly. We bit at each others lips in a dance of rough passion. Our clothes were scraped and he pushed me down onto the floor of the train, pinning my wrists above my head and diving down to leave all sorts of marks on my neck. I could feel the dumps below me as he continued to mark me as his own. I was brought back to reality as I felt him kiss my thigh and move up towards my wet pussy. I felt his tongue slowly move along my folds, slightly slipping in from time to time, but I wasn’t enough to bring me to orgasm. One of my hands slid down to grab his hair and push it down, but I was grabbed and twisted again, making me scream in pain and pleasure. Vision getting blurry, I felt him finally slip into me and stretch me out with his cock. It went on for about half an hour, he edged me twice, pissed me off to the point I slapped him across his perfectly chiseled jaw, and then let me cum, slapping my ass in return. He knelt there, once we were done, not even looking up at me, instead looking above me. I hauled my arm to take his chin and move his face down, so he could look at me. A smirk adorned his face as he got me to get dressed and sat me on his lap, giving a ring to his guards, telling them they could come in. He petted my head quietly as we sat there, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Wow, this really was one bizarre train of events.

#jojos bizarre adventure #funny valentine #x reader #smut #'SBR

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cultivatxr · 4 years ago

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@giftofthegodess whispered: silence.

nsfw prompt list || our muses having to keep down during sex.

Laughter lingered in the balmy evening air, the melody of young love flourishing in the wake of earlier frivolity. She could’ve just said goodnight and been on her way; but there had been so much promise in the sway of hips and the deviancy of a smile, it would be rude to just abandon him. And so the impulse had been born, a beckoning finger having lured him in and led him, like a piper from the bright lights of a dancefloor and out into the streets of Midgar. It wasn’t something she made a habit of, but there was a time for spontaneity and this was apparently it.

Fingers intertwined against the warm sanctuary of a palm, Aerith had led him home; barely checked carnality residing in the slew of open mouthed kisses upon her doorstep, hands knotting in strands of copper while she’d tried so hard to stifle the breathless amusement that had ensued. Gaia, she was happy. Intoxicated and high on his heady mix of love and distraction. “Shhhh.” She warned with a finger to her lips, hoping to avoid waking her mother and explaining this irritatingly handsome house guest as she led him inside and stumbled into her own umbrella stand in the process.

“You’re the one making the noise, love.” It’s a purr against her neck and she can’t even argue, teeth biting down into her lip to stop the giggle that wants to ripple forth. Her hand tugged his own, footsteps measured and well practiced to avoid creaking floorboards as she leads her beloved Freckle up the staircase, with an expression that is far more mischievous than it ought to be. She’s almost sorry he’s not getting the full house tour, although perhaps a little glad too that the blanketing shroud of darkness has masked a multitude of cluttered sins.

It isn’t a long journey and yet it feels like an age, seconds stretching into what feels like days until the door of her bedroom can safely click closed behind them and usher the redhead into her own little piece of the world. It’s all down hill from there; restraint forgotten in a flurry of hands and lips, clothes shirked off beneath wandering digits and scattering themselves across a darkened floor. As frantic as it is frenetic, her mouth claimed his throat, nipping at tender flesh, marking out all the promises she’d made earlier in the evening, until he returned the favour.

It’s carnality plain and simple; when Genesis snaked his arms beneath her thighs and hoisted her up, legs encircling his waist with a hitch of breath that was unexpectedly sinful. The feel of him was dizzyingly addictive; the warmth of his skin, the sturdiness of his chest, the insistent hardness pressing just shy of where she’d very much like him to be. It was maddening - and he knew it.

Their eyes locked briefly, even beneath the inky shroud of her unlit room; vibrant green drowning in storm flecked blue to affirm consent before everything becomes a sordid blur. There was never really any doubt, but there’s an understanding there, a mutual respect and consideration underpinning the more provocative of actions. The act warranted a kiss, something drawn out and sensual, tongue probing, exploring the intricate caverns of an overly dramatic mouth until her backside met with the cold grain of a paper strewn desk.

Aerith had barely realised they were moving until she was there; rolled her eyes too at the complete disregard for her bed some six feet away, but there was excitement in the spontaneity, something distinctly Freckle about it too, although she didn’t have much time to tell him. Groping sideways for her bedside lamp, soon the room was awash with a muted yellow, light casting streaks of shadow across his toned musculature and her own corresponding curves. Yet it was a magazine that had served to distract, smug amusement stretching far and wide across the First’s face at the image of himself daubed on the cover of Firaga, the resident gossip rag, just shy of their position.

“Think about me a lot in your bedroom, do you?” The tease was inevitable, the barest hint of a whisper against her skin accompanied by an intrepid hand sliding between her legs. “About these hands…” His mouth found her neck. “…and this mouth…” It earned him a smack. Or rather a stuffed panda to the head, as it’s all she can reach, but there’s no denial in it, just the subtle arch into his touch and half stifled laughter against his shoulder. It’s all it takes in the end, flirtation paving the way to action as hands had seized her hips, drawing her down onto his throbbing length in a single fluid motion.

Lips part in a satisfying ‘oh’, nails clamouring at his shoulders as the flower girl leant back, tugging him with her in a tangle of warm limbs and lust strewn debauchery. It takes more effort than she’d like to bite back the sounds he conjures, his body playing her own like a harp with every well timed thrust. Aerith’s breath falls in delicate pants, chest rising and falling, until the beginnings of a moan part her lips and she has to bite down to stop it, red blooming across her own flesh in a sanguine smear.

The salve to her own self inflicted injury came in the form of a kiss, a soft and tender thing amidst such lubricity; but it was also a mouth to muffle her moans as he continues to conjure them, the rhythmic rock of his hips remarkably soundless, all too well practiced in the art of covert affection. The thought made the ancient blush, pelvis rising to meet him, to deepen that connection and edge closer to a release. Knotting her fingers in strands of vivid copper absentmindedly, there’s no hiding the moment it hits, her tug suddenly involuntarily sharp as her back arched and she clenched around him, wordless prayers sung against his lips in a connection forged of tongue and teeth.

In the throes of an orgasmic haze, her arms slackened against him, fingers splayed across his back, holding him there, so intimately connected as Genesis sought his own release. Ever obliging, the brunette rolled her hips, rising to meet him as much as their position would allow, coaxing out a hard won degree of mutual satisfaction until at last she could feel the tension ebb and the warm glow of post coital contentment danced across freckle strewn cheeks. Aerith exhaled as he withdrew, trailing sticky life down her thigh as a lofty sigh ensued. She shouldn’t pout at his absence, but it was inevitable, an unconscious act, forged from the sudden loss of contact in a way that was so intimately vulnerable it held a meaning that transcended mere carnality.

The pout warranted another kiss; a blessing of lips far more sedate than all that had come before. Maybe it was a come down, but it was still enjoyable, still cherished and pivotal even in the wake of such an improvised high. Coiling his arms around the brunette’s form, the redhead stepped back, tugging her with him towards the softer promise of a mattress, plushies unceremoniously knocked to the floor to make room for them both beneath a patchwork shroud. There was only one thing left for it; fingertips dancing up and down a bare arm, heralding sleep in a sweat slicked tangle of limbs as he became a defacto pillow.

He’d definitely slept in worse places and with worse company; and while the occasional mouthful of curls nearly strangling him had proven to be a small health hazard, there was something sweet about the tranquility of falling asleep with someone in his arms. Particularly when that someone had stolen his heart from his chest the very first moment they’d met and was now a welcome dose of sunlight in a sea of clouds. For a good five hours he’d managed to stay like that, nose pressed to the slope of a creamy neck, his own eyes closed and content in this, the most innocuous of pastimes. Yet like any good thing, it couldn’t last forever.

As the sun began to creep across the horizon and birds began their incessant cheep, Genesis stirred, a quiet kiss blessing a sleepy temple, as he pried himself from their contortion worthy sleeping arrangement. “Blossom, where’s the bathroom?” Without cracking open an eye, Aerith gestured vaguely sideways, her face buried in the pillow as she mumbled her own response. “Second door on the left.”

Resisting the urge to chuckle, the auburn soldier rose to his feet, eyes scanning the room for something to lessen the likelihood of streaking through the unfamiliar house. While he certainly had no problem with displays of nudity; there was still an element of good manners to be had while occupying someone else’s space. Besides, there was an awfully tempting looking bath robe just begging to be modelled for his sleepy-headed paramour.

And so it went, the famed and revered Genesis Rhapsodos, clad in a fuzzy lilac robe that didn’t strictly cover all that much, had emerged from the recesses of a flower girl’s bedroom, after a night of being magnanimously and dare he say it, diligently discreet only to come face to face with the stern and unyielding face of her mother. A lesser man might’ve panicked. Might’ve dropped everything and simply run; but where was the sense in that? He may as well own it. Sheepishly the first grinned, hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he ignored the glaring daggers being burned into his soul.

“Good Morning; where’s your coffee maker?”

#giftofthegodess #This is far too long and rambly #It is likely riddled with errors #And it had a bit of an identity crisis meaning that tonally it is a mess™#But it was written with love.#And is now post 800.#So please accept the badly written silly smutty interlude with my compliments #While I go and die giggling in a corner.#; autumn leaves && apple blossom dreams || - {GENESIS} — s. giftofthegodess #;nsfw

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vanillacraftau · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1

Once upon a time there were three idiots.

The first idiot was named Erik. With auburn hair and bright blue eyes, he was the jokester. Always quick to respond and earn a laugh, Erik was one of the kindest men you would ever have the honor of meeting. At 23 young, he was skilled with a sword, and found joy in sparring with one of his best friends, Suga.

Suga, the second idiot, was the handsome one of the group. With warm brown hair and caramel skin, they were quite the sight to behold. Not quite as tall as Erik but still a decent height. Intelligent and creative, Suga was a skilled strategist and kind friend, always quick to help and support those around them.

The final idiot was Fallen. With dark brown hair and eyes, she was the plainest of all of them. Unskilled really in combat, Fallen found her world to be more academic. She studied and learned, always reading some book or journal to pass the time. She was a tad short tempered, but being with her partner Suga, best friend Erik, and crow familiar Pam made her happier than anything.

The world these three idiots lived in was unfortunately not a peaceful one. They lived within the territory of The Order. A large kingdom with a powerful regime, The Order stood unchallenged on almost every side. Except the northern border. Constant attacks from a neighboring country, called the Provinces of Lumen, had sent The Order’s army up north close to the small village in which Erik, Suga, and Fallen lived.

The constant presence of some soldier or another inspired a lot more sparring sessions than usual.

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Erik drew his sword, the plain steel blade gleaming in the mid-afternoon sun. He faced off against Suga in a small clearing behind their houses. Large oak trees towered around a small green meadow. Erik took an attack stance, dropping his weight and holding his sword ahead of him before he shouted "Prepare to be destroyed!" as he lunged forward to attack Suga. A quick side step was all it took to get away from Erik’s overhead strike. Suga deftly swung one of their small battle axes against the side of his blade, knocking against it before he had the chance to take another swing.

"Hah I don't think I'll be the one getting destroyed today." Suga smirked as they swung their axe in a wide arc towards Erik’s chest. The taller man quickly jerked his sword, catching the strike on the hilt of his blade and leaping to the side out of harm's way.

"Hey guys-!" Fallen’s voice suddenly rang out from the edge of the clearing, making Suga jump and miss, throwing their weight wrong and crashing awkwardly down into the dirt. Fallen let out a shocked gasp as she ran to the side of her downed partner. "Oh my gods Suga-" She knelt beside them and quickly touched their shoulder. "I'm really sorry!" Fallen frowned with concern, her eyes flitting over their body as she assessed for injuries. As if a stumble could really do that much damage.

Wiping a stray piece of dirt from their cheep, Suga turned towards their wife and grinned. "Heh, it's ok. Not the first time I've fallen over you." Fallen struggled to contain a heavy blush from spreading over her cheeks when Suga added a little wink onto the end.

Erik fondly rolled his eyes at the two smitten dumbasses. "Fallen, what are you doing here?" He questioned. She rarely ever showed up to their sparring matches, claiming it just wasn’t her place and watching made her anxious that they’d hurt one another.

Fallen quickly stood up, brushing dirt and plant debris from her pants before pulling a neatly folded letter from her back pocket. Even from this distance, Erik could see the official seal of The Order keeping the note together. She held it out to him. “I was talking with Ceutie when the mail arrived. It’s a letter from someone named Camorrista. If I recall correctly, he’s one of the archons of The Order.”

The archons. There were 3, each surrounded in mystery. They were the supreme leaders of The Order. If they had a letter from one of them, it had to be something important.

“It’s… addressed to both of you.” Fallen’s voice went slightly quieter as Erik took the letter in his hands.

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It had been two weeks since the letter from Camorrista arrived, offering Suga and Erik a place in the Order’s army.

Both of them had accepted.

Leaving one behind.

Suga pressed a hand to their forehead, a small desperate plea entering their voice as they tried to reason with their partner. "Fallen-"

" You said you were gonna leave in two months, not two weeks! Why are you so eager to go?!” It had been the longest weeks of Fallen’s life. Two months turned into two weeks before the two new additions to the army were set to head out to the capital and begin training. Fallen didn’t want them to go. Why would she? They were her world. Pam sat on the table, her feathers ruffled in reflection of Fallen’s despair. The two were bound, telepathically able to communicate and easily able to pick up on each other’s feelings. The arguing had only gotten worse as the deadline for their leaving neared, leaving Pam miserable most of time.

Dropping their hand from their forehead, Suga stepped forward to where her partner stood rigid in their living room and wrapped their arms tightly around her. "I'm not leaving you, Fallen. I'm just going away for a little bit. You know I'd never abandon you."

Still shaking, Fallen buried her face in their chest and let out a weak breath. She grabbed hold of the back of Suga’s shirt, the fabric twisting in her grip as she tried to anchor herself against them. Maybe if she held on tight enough, they wouldn’t go. “I just don’t want to be without you…” Her voice felt weak. She knew they were going, no matter how hard she begged them to stay. A gentle hand cupped the back of Fallen’s head, running through her hair.

“You’ll never be without me Fallen. I just...have to do this. It feels like it calls to me. Like… like it’s my destiny finally coming true. Just like it was when I knew I had to be with you.”

As Fallen opened her mouth to reply, a few light taps on their door interrupted. Drawing a hand quickly across her stinging eyes, Fallen pulled back from their embrace and took a heavy breath. “I’ve got it.” She pulled open the door, trying not to break down when she saw it was Erik, bag slung over his shoulder and new armor gleaming in the sunlight. It was time. He had a lopsided grin on his face as he waved Suga over.

"Ey guys! Suga are you ready to go?" He asked as Suga cast Fallen a small pained glance before nodding and picking up their own bag from beside the table.

"Yeah I'm about ready. Guess we'll be taking off then huh?" They brushed their hand against Fallen’s back before heading out the door beside Erik. Suga and Erik stood side by side for a moment before sharing a glance and opening their arms. Fallen couldn’t help it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she raced forward into their arms. Burying herself into Suga with Erik pressed against her back, She shut her eyes tightly for a moment and just tried to imprint this moment into her mind. Pam flew out from the home and quickly landed on Suga’s head, her wings spreading over both soldiers in the closest thing to an embrace she could muster.

Erik couldn’t help but quietly laugh. "Of course, safety is my middle name!" That got a smile to flash over Fallen’s face. She reluctantly let go, trying to hide the fact that she was blubbering like a baby.

Suga caught her, gently pressing their hands against her cheeks. They smiled encouragingly and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’re gonna be fine hun, don’t worry.” Fallen wished that was possible. The two people in this world she loved the most were headed off to a war. There was no possible way she wouldn’t worry. Regardless, she put on a brave smile and turned to Erik. “You keep them in check for me.” Erik smirked and nodded as Suga gave a small fake pout. “Hey!”

Fallen tried to hang onto her brave smile until Suga and Erik had turned onto the next road and disappeared from sight before crouching down and burying her face in her arms, her shoulders shaking as she let out a heavy sob.

Come home soon… Pam murmured in their shared mind. Fallen couldn’t agree more.

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"So off to the capital then huh?" Erik smiled as he got settled into his train car seat. Suga sat down across from him, their eyes bright with excitement at this new adventure. "Off to the capital indeed." They spun their wedding ring around, already missing Fallen. But this would be good for everyone, they just knew it.

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It had been four whole years since Suga and Erik boarded that train. The pair proved to be intelligent and reliable, rising up and gaining more respect in The Order, each now claiming the title of ‘General’. Fallen couldn’t be more proud of them, eagerly reading each and every letter the two of them sent her. She missed them horribly, but thankfully each summer they returned home. The three of them would spend each day together until they had to return to the battlefield. Fallen would be a liar if she said it got any easier saying goodbye, but she could see just how much this mattered to Suga, and no longer gave them any grief over this way of life.

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Spring had arrived. Pollen covered the ground in a thin yellow sheet as bees buzzed through the trees. Birds tweeted joyfully as new buds of flowers and herbs sprouted up all over the village. It was a time of growth and new beginnings. Fallen set down a warm bowl of stew in front of Ceutie, as agreed upon for their lunch. Fallen settled down with her own bowl, swirling it around with her spoon for a few moments before taking a sip. Ceutie followed suit, smiling brightly at the taste. “Not bad!” The blonde girl smiled. “Almost edible!” “Oh, you shut it.” Fallen laughed warmly. She and Ceu had been best friends for as long as either girl could remember. Fallen told her everything. Ceutie had been her support for the times Suga and Erik were away. She could never imagine being able to repay her for that.

Nor did she imagine she’d ever have the opportunity.

A horrendously loud boom against the door made both girls jump out of their skin. Fallen was quick to her feet, Pam fluttering around in a panic over her head. Danger danger danger danger!!! The crow frantically screeched.

Despite Pam’s warning, Fallen hesitantly reached for the door.

“CEUTIE. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR TREASON AGAINST THE ORDER. EXIT THE PREMISES WITH YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD. LEAVE ANY WEAPONS BEHIND.” A horrifically loud voice, matching the volume of the knock from before, rattled the house. Fallen stumbled back from the door, her head snapping towards Ceutie with her eyes widened in horror.

Ceutie had paled, her knuckles white as she gripped the spoon tightly in her hand. “No…” Her voice was barely a whisper, cracking with fear.

“What are they talking about?!” Fallen clutched at her arms in fear. Ceutie bit her lip and shakily stood. Without a word towards Fallen, she started towards the door. “Hey- wait where are you going!?" Fallen practically knocked her chair over to chase after her best friend

Before Fallen could stop her, Ceutie was opening the door. A heavily armored man stood in front of them. A large white cross was blazoned across his black chestplate. A horrifically large silver trident sat at his hip, and his gauntleted hands were folded sternly. His figure blocked out the sun, looming over the two women and casting shadows over their faces.

Slowly, Ceutie raised her head to face the armored figure before her. “It’s me you want…” Her voice was small, and her frame looked thin and frail next to such a giant of a man.

The beautiful spring day had dissolved into something from a nightmare. Smoke was rising in the distance, the sharp stinging scent finally reaching the girl’s homes. A number of Order soldiers were marching through, yanking open doors, shattering windows, even killing those who resisted. Bodies littered the streets. All in the search for the small blonde woman standing before them. Fallen couldn’t help but wonder as she tried not to gag how they didn’t hear the screams.

The General before them uncrossed his arms, grunting at finally finding the woman he was looking for. “The Archons have ordered your execution for spying for the enemy, Lumen. If you resist, I'll drag out your death until you beg for its release. Come quietly and we can make it quick.”

Fallen and Pam surged forward, planting themselves in between the Order soldier and Ceutie in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery. “Wait!” She held up her left hand, showing off the silver and blue wedding ring. “I’m married to one of your fellow generals, Suga Snaps! Surely they wouldn’t agree to such drastic measures! Please, let’s discuss this!”

The general narrowed his eyes and made a small growl. “What do you want.” It didn’t sound so much like a question as it did an accusation. Fallen’s hands had begun to shake.

“S-surely the law requires some form of trial, giving Ceutie the chance to argue her innocence! I know she would never do something like betray The Order! I’m Suga would attest to that as well, just ask them!” She tried to reason with him, Pam landing on her shoulder and pressing against her cheek as comfortingly as she could.

At that, the General burst out laughing. It was cold and cruel, echoing from his chest with a dark malice. "Look honey. Seems your little wifey didn't tell you how things work around here. When the archons want somebody dead. They die. No trial needed!" He spread his arms, showing off the cross on his chest with pride.

Fallen’s shaking hands suddenly stilled as her fear was replaced with nothing but a hot rage. First at misgendering her partner, second at his arrogance. “That’s WRONG.” She took a step forward. “I WON’T let you do this.”

"Good.” He smirked, stepping back and drawing his trident. “I love a pointless fight."

What happened next could barely be considered a fight. Fallen ducked and bolted to the side, Ceutie watching in a muted, frozen terror. Pam took flight, diving down with her talons extended towards the man’s eyes. He smacked her aside with ease, Fallen crying out as their pain was shared. She barely had time to turn around before the handle of his trident was brought down on the back of her head. Finally, Ceutie snapped out of her paralyzed fearful state and raced out of the house to Fallen’s side. The brown haired girl’s eyes were swimming, black edging her vision from just the single blow. “R-run!” She cried as Ceutie’s face came into view. There wasn’t a chance.

Ceutie suddenly froze and Fallen felt something warm splatter against her face. Ceutie slowly looked down to her chest, where three prongs had been driven all the way through her body. As the general pulled the weapon free from her already dead form, Ceutie fell sideways. Fallen was frozen, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to think. Her eyes were wide.

The man laughed. “Tell you what. Since you are married to one of my cohorts, I won’t kill you too.” His trident was still dripping red as he pointed it at Fallen’s upturned, tear stained face.

The last thing she saw was a glint of metal, and an order banner waving in the distance. A single upward strike with the three pronged weapon was all it took to leave sizable gashes. One over each eye, and a finishing one vertical on her forehead. Fallen’s scream was the only thing anyone in the village heard until she fell unconscious, her body twitching with pain.

All around her, the village that she, Suga, Erik, and Ceutie had grown up in, burned to the ground.

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"Hello? Can you hear me?" An unfamiliar, muffled voice brought Fallen’s attention back to the world of the awake. It hurt. It all hurt. Everything was white. It felt like she was lying on some sort of cot, a thin blanket over her legs. She weakly tried to sit up.

"Mmgh wha- who?" She asked weakly. Her throat was dry and raw, her tongue swollen.

A hand pressed against her shoulder as she began to rise, pushing her back down against the bed."Hey, calm down. My name is Fire Fox. You've been seriously injured and need to rest."

The white that had consumed Fallen’s vision was beginning to send her into a panic. “I-i can’t see? Why.. why can’t I see?!” Her voice quickly grew hysterical as she fought to open her eyes. The hand on her shoulder squeezed gently.

"I won’t lie. Your eyes are quite damaged. You might not be able to see again." It was honest, but far from any form of comfort. It was too much. This stranger, ‘Fire Fox’, the bandages over her eyes, the white where there should’ve been color. Lying in a strange place, completely defenseless. And without Pam. Fallen again tried to sit up, this time desperation making her thrash. “W-where’s Pam?!” She cried out, a dull ache in her mind where her dear familiar’s gentle words usually could reassure her. Quickly, a feathered wing was pressed against her hand. Fire audibly sighed. “Don’t worry, your bird is alright. Please, you really need to calm down. You’re safe here, I promise.” Once more he eased her into lying down, and this time Fallen reluctantly stayed. Fallen’s hands found the edge of the blanket, and she pulled it up over her arms. She felt cold, goosebumps rising over her body as she struggled not to slip back into a panic. “W-what happened to me…?” “I heard news of another Order attack, so I went to go investigate. I found your village, and you lying on the ground hardly alive. Your eyes were cut up, and your bird was unconscious beside you. Not finding any other survivors, I brought you back to my camp. That’s about it.” Fire’s voice was mostly calm, only a small edge of anger slipping into his words as he recounted what he knew. “Frankly, you’re lucky to have survived. The order usually just kills whoever stands in their way.”

Fallen couldn’t help the bitterness in her voice as she curled up on her side. "I-I’m pretty sure being dead is better than this..." Pam shifted in response to her pain, but could only find the energy to weakly flutter her wings as an acknowledgement.

Fire just let out a small pained laugh. "Heh, maybe. But this isn't as bad as what they did to me.” Not that Fallen could see this, but Fire bore a thin ceramic mask in the shape of a fox. Hints of scars touched his cheeks where the mask didn’t cover.

Fallen tilted her head towards his voice, unable to help the curiosity that bubbled up at his statement. “What.. what did they do to you…?”

He took a moment to think before letting out a sarcasm laced reply. "What they do to everyone who dares speak against the might of the noble order."

End of Chapter 1

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