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And they were roomates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: that captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty (very minimal), injury(very minimal), john not knowing how to handle certain situation.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3!! - part 4

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That's when it started, the weird energy that set the scene for every interaction between the two of you. He couldn't help but start to see this so-called “tension” gaz had mentioned fulfill its way into your lives. Not only was it your beauty, it was the domesticity that settled in your relationship. You need that lightbulb in your room replaced, you politely knocked on his door, car troubles? Yeah John should know how to do that. But what scared him the most wasn't the attraction he felt towards you, it was your lack thereof. He never seemed to catch you sparing him any extra glances than were necessary. Unlike him he couldn't help but catch his greedy eyes secretly soaking in every inch of you when given the opportunity. 

But he couldn't be further than wrong 

Because at the opposite end of your home your mind seems to be obsessed with the thought of john. What a man he was. He must’ve been getting some back on base and you couldn't even be jealous, aroused though definitely. He's actually all 6 foot something of fine, absolutely climbable. But god does that man often look like he wants not a thing to do with you. Especially most recently you rarely even see him and when you do he barely speaks or spares you a glance.

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“Hey, haven't seen you in awhile.” you surprise him extremely early in the kitchen one morning.

“Oh um good morning, I’m fine just been a bit busy. Why are you up so early?” He lies then quickly changes the topic knowing being awake during these hours of the morning  isn’t your forte.

“Scheduled a client for 6AM instead of 6PM and it's too late to cancel.'' He hums in response, willing himself to say something more but his mind comes up blank as it often does in your presence. 

So he leaves without a word and nothing in hand he just leaves. And you stand there absolutely thrown through the loop at the moment that you two just shared. 

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“We were doing great as roommates. You know I was comfortable and he seemed comfortable but now I swear that man avoids me like the plague.” you say to the longtime client in your chair.

“Maybe he’s just not social.” She chimes in, you concentrate while trying to part her hair before replying.

“I could see that being the case if he hadn’t been so social the previous two weeks you know, we’ve made meals in the kitchen together, watched television in the living room so I don’t understand what changed.” you say applying product to the sectioned hair.

“What if he doesn’t like you?” your hands pause for a second as you ponder the thought.

“Well I guess he doesn’t have to like me to live with me.” you say with very visibly discontent.

“But you on the other hand strive when people like you.” she replies, reading right through you.

“Well yeah I think anybody would.” you shrug.

“Not a military man who’s probably widely hated.” She's always right and you hate it.

“What's not to like about me?” you genuinely couldn't come up with an answer yourself.

“Are you a messy roommate or do you bother him a lot or do you nag him for his mess?” You can’t think of doing any of those but maybe asking for his help from time to time.

“I might be bothering him but nothing I would consider too much , just some help from time to time.” she laughs from her seat and you unenthusiastically spin the chair she's in to face you.

“Was it in the contract that he'd have to help you from ‘time to time’.'' You give her a quizzical look and she just continues.

“Men like to do the bare minimum and that's it. They hate being bothered. Take it from me. I'm married with three sons and they're all the same. Oh they have to do the dishes, sure, but will they dry them, or put them away? No, because that's not what I asked.” you hum understanding her point but still finding it hard to see john really feeling that way.

“So then I shouldn't ask him for anything and maybe he'll come around?” you ask in an unsure tone.

“yup.” she replies blunt, fast and very sure of herself.

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So you listened, this whole week you've not asked John for a thing which was pretty easy up until now. Your luck never fails to run out at the worst times. A flat tire in the middle of the road on your way home. You pull off to the side contemplating what to do as the sun is beginning to set and there's really only two options.

One, call John and ruin your streak of leaving him be. Two, call the car service company and pay their ridiculous prices to change the tire out. Of course you go with option two cause calling john seems to make you more nervous.

It takes 3 hours for the mechanic to get to where you are, change the tire, and point out other imperfections about your car that you pay no mind to. When you finally make it home you’re bothered, exhausted and broke.

John doesn't miss the unusualness of your late arrival but also doesn't question it, even though he wants to. Your groans of frustration echo through the hallway and he immediately can tell it was a bad day.

You change out of your work clothes and go into the kitchen for a snack as you do your daily phone call to your sister to tell her about the events of your day. John creeks his office door open to hear a little better but nothing noticeable. 

“He charged me six hundred dollars, I mean how is that even legal?” You complain into the phone that’s balanced between your neck and shoulder. 

“It was just my tire that was flat, nothing else.” you follow up while chewing on an apple. You swear you could cry by repeating that monstrosity.

John can't help but feel a bit confused and upset that you hadn't just called him instead of calling whatever dick that charged you that much for something so simple. Changing a tire is an easy 30 minutes that he definitely had on his hands especially for you. You had not hesitated asking for help before so what's changed now?

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“Okay, unscrew the old bulb and screw in the new bulb, very simple.” you reassure yourself as you stand on top of the tall ladder to replace the porch light. It’s icy outside and cold sweeps under your layers of clothes making your normally shaky hands shakier.

“Okay okay- damn it.” You drop the bulb that burnt out onto the floor watching the glass scatter.

You screw the new one in and step down, closing the latter with frustrated groan, then going to pick up the bigger shards to toss out before sweeping. You should’ve known that bulb glass was insanely thin and sharp but sometimes your brain leaves out the important stuff.

“Ow, fuck fuck fuck.” You cry out at the shard of glass that forms a long clean cut on your palm. You cry as you run into your home holding the cut tightly. Finding the sink you turn the water on and rinse it clean. Your ears don’t comprehend the loud footsteps that make their way towards the kitchen.

“What happened?” A deep voice sighs out behind you.

“Nothing.” Your hiccups escape involuntarily as it continues to bleed dramatically. You squeeze your eyes shut as it begins to burn more and more.

“Let me see.” He tries to grab at your hand genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine, it’s just a cut.” You resist him by keeping your hand under the water.

“Cut from what?” he's a bit frustrated at your refusal of letting his trained mind and hands help.

“I was changing the light bulb outside and one broke.” you admit quietly.

“Why didn’t you ask me to do it?” once again what is with you no longer asking him for his very available help.

“Cause I can handle myself John.” You’re irritated at the obvious evidence that you cannot. Your non wounded hand rips a paper towel from the roll and you hold it to the cut to go bandage it in your room. 

You leave John standing in the kitchen and don’t even look back as you make your way to your room. He stays in that same spot for a second wondering where your random change in attitude is coming from but in the end he comes up blank and goes out to the porch to clean the rest of the glass up.

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You feel terribly guilty when you wake up the next morning to see the porch swept clean and ladder put away from the previous night. You toughen up and put your big girl pants on to go apologize. You knock on his bedroom door and hear ruffling on the other side before he answers.

“hey john i'm really sorry for-” you stop noticing him dressed from head to toe in his military attire and damn.

“For what?” He takes notice of your pause and one up.

“For um the way I acted last night I know you were only trying to help and um why are you dressed like that?” You can’t help but question it.

“I have to go on base for a little bit, maybe a day or two. It shouldn't be too long but who knows, let me grab my check for you.” He walks back into his awfully clean room and grabs something out of a drawer and hands you a white envelope that consists of his monthly rent.

“Oh okay.” You can’t even hide the blush that laces between your features and although he notices it he can’t pinpoint the reasoning.

“Also don’t be sorry we all have our days and I shouldn’t have overstepped.” You nod in response not really knowing what to say. 

“Okay bye then I guess.” You awkwardly wave at him even though you stand mere inches away from his tall frame. 

“Bye doll.” He says before you walk away entirely thrown over whatever conversation that was.

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Announcing Krem Week!

#kremweek2024 — 22-28 July 2024

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*text prompt list under the readmore

This year will mark 10 years since the release of Dragon Age: Inquisition! In celebration of that anniversary and the game that gave us our first trans character, here is a prompt list - and dates - for any who would like to participate! All sorts of creative content is accepted so long as they are not A/I generated. (See examples below)

*If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead, that is also fine!

Please read the guidelines!

If you have any questions, reply to this post and I will do my best to answer :)

Prompt list:

1 — Anniversary 2 — Euphoria / Expression 3 — Casual / Formal 4 — Family / Love 5 — Respite / Fight 6 — Play / Satiate 7 — (Free space!)

Guidelines:

Use the tag: #kremweek2024 (@ this blog is fine too) — If you want to portray Maevaris Tilani instead of Krem, that is also welcome! Please @ me so I can rb :) For non-Tumblr folks that somehow got here: You may post submissions, please link your socials. You may choose one of two prompts in a day or do both. You may also combine as many prompts as you want from any or all of the days into a single work, just mention it somewhere.

Types of content allowed:

Illustration and writing are the most obvious forms of art allowed, but they're not the only ones! Literary arts fanfics, drabbles, poetry, plays, lengthy headcanon/meta posts (for headcanon and meta posts, minimum of 100 words+) Visual arts doodles, paintings, graphic design, photoshop memes, photography, animation, tiktok skits, abstract, fiber arts (embroidery, knitting, etc), ceramics Audio art fanmixes(curated playlists), original or cover songs Other crafts are also welcome! e.g. culinary, resin, woodworking, etc etc ..essentially, whatever type of art it is, I'll accept it so long as it falls within rules and is related to Krem or Maevaris :) For things that are more abstract, do include an explanation of your thought process on how it relates to Krem. E.g. you made Krem's Seheron Fish Wrap or Rice Pudding, take photos of your cooking, and post that (with the explanation that it is Krem's recipes) - that's an acceptable submission! You're allowed to explore different mediums everyday! You don't have to stick to one form of art for the whole week. I will be attempting to schedule reblogs in the 'prime time' for engagement, and in the interest of fairness, things like headcanon posts, fanmixes, and WIPs will not take priority in that time slot over fully rendered illustrations or complete fanfics. They will still be reblogged, but scheduled for other time slots.

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No A/I generated content. (Specifically GenAI content) As above, any and all forms of art is welcome. It must be human made, and by you. The whole point of working off a prompt is to explore a creative process, anyway - do yourself a favour and just enjoy making something! It doesn't have to be pretty! No reposting of other people's works. This must be your own creation. Obviously, no transphobic content. No harrassing others over their specific headcanons - be it in regards to any trait or quirks that come with being a person. People come in all sorts of wonderful variety, please respect that. In addition to above: No whitewashing, racism etc. Please note that Krem is not pale-skinned in canon, and I will not be reblogging content of him being portrayed as pale. 18+ works need to be labelled. On this blog, its tagged as "#adult art". Please add content warnings as appropriate. (E.g. portrayal of binding with bandages should have a warning label of "cw: unsafe binding", etc.) If your post/submission is lengthy, please insert a read more. This helps readability on the dashboard. Progress / WIPs are fine too!

General tips:

First and foremost, do what you are able to! Don't feel pressured to complete a full week if you need to take care of yourself first. Some people work on the prompts before the week even begins, and only post it day of. You are not required to do this, but if you really want to fill something for each day, this helps reduce stress day of.

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[callmelola111]

guilty conscience ☆ part three

 ← part 1 , part 2 ⭑ part 4 , part 5 →

synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate the already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

      |✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 2.7k

      |✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, some swearing, heavy on sexual themes, cat lol, reader throws up, drinking, smoking, ellie acting like a piece of shit, almost kinda cheating

a/n: lots of character development in this part. looking forward to the next one though cause it will be getting sick, twisted, and hot. yes everyone, its true, expect some smut!!!! anyways hope you like all this crazy angst. thanks for all the support on previous parts, it means so much to me fr ♡

That night you went home early, never seeing Ellie’s band play. You don’t even have the energy to take off the makeup you had done special for that evening. You quickly changed to your pajamas, then slipped right into bed, all while maintaining a steady flow of tears.

You attempted to go to sleep, in fact, that’s all you really wanted to do. You didn’t want to feel the hurt of Ellie anymore. Unfortunately, sleep wasn’t in your near future. The night continued to play on a loop in your mind driving you insane. You questioned why you ever thought she would feel the same way about you as you did her. You felt stupid. 

Ellie arrived home later that night. Not ready to face her just yet, you turned towards the wall and pretended to sleep. She would’ve fell for it too, but the hitch in your breath as you tried to swallow your sobs gave you away.

“Hey… uh, are you alright?” she gently inquired. Ellie was perplexed, still not understanding why you had stormed out on her and never came back. Has she done something to you? Or maybe you were jealous of Cat? She wanted to hear you say the words.

 “If you think I’m crying over you, I-I’m not. I’m fine.” you finally muttered, putting all your defenses up. You felt embarrassed for feeling so strongly about her. This answer broke Ellie’s heart and she wasn’t quite sure why. She wished you would’ve stayed for her show, it was important, but it seemed like you could care less how your actions affected her. You humbled her in the worst way possible and it made her, in a way, resentful. Resentful enough that she wouldn’t open her eyes to the obvious fact that the two of you were more than just roommates. 

Ellie responded, impulsive and pissed off, “Well fine, I’m glad. I- I really like Cat, and I don’t need you screwing this up for me.”

“Me??? Mess it up for you??? Don’t worry Ellie, you can do that all on your own, believe me.” You cringed hearing yourself be so cruel to the girl you love. You didn’t mean it.

That night neither of you slept and it was like that for the rest of the week. You hung around Dina as much as you could to avoid Ellie's presence. Being around her was like torture. Even more like torture was the fact that you were keeping it all a secret from Dina. You felt like a fool for getting into such a stupid situation. You’d just get embarrassed and start tearing up if you tried to tell her. But that didn’t stop Dina from asking. The other day, the two of you were hanging out and she brought up Cat, or as she liked to call her “the cunt from class”, never bothering to learn her real name. 

“What ever happened with that cunt from class being at Ellie’s show the other night?”

“Oh Cat? Yeah, I guess she just happened to see a flyer and showed up. I don’t really know.” you replied trying not to sound too suspicious.

“Cat? You guys are on a first name basis now?” She chuckled, noticing your sudden unusual behavior, and questioning how you knew her name. You laughed along with her trying to play it off. Dina didn’t wanna pry though, she knew you’d tell her when you were ready. You loved how patient she was with you. You never had those kinds of friends back home. Dina saw your eyes soften as you admired the friendship the two of you shared. 

“What?” she teased.

“I just love you Dina, that's all.” you said matter-of-factly and leaned in for a big embrace. She grabbed the sides of your face and leaned in to plant a kiss on the top of your head. Whatever was going on, she knew you needed the love.

“Love you too y/n.” she smiled back at you. 

Taking advantage of the tender moment Dina mentioned, “by the way, there’s this party happening Friday and I think we should go.”

“I don’t know about a party…” you said reluctantly. You had been so down lately that you didn’t feel like partying, but that’s exactly why Dina insisted you go.

“Pleaseeee Y/n!!! A party would do you some good, You’ve been such a sad sack lately.” She was practically begging, so you gave up and agreed to go.

Meanwhile Ellie was being dragged around by Cat. It’s not that Cat was all bad news. There were some times where Ellie really liked hanging around her but it was mostly when the two of them were alone. Anytime other people came around, Cat’s attitude shifted and she became defensive and insecure. It’s like the presence of others presented this possibility that she could be abandoned by Ellie. Everyone felt like a threat.

Ellie disliked that side of her, but she could also sympathize. She knew what it felt like to be rejected and forgotten about, I mean, you were doing that to her right now. You were barely around anymore, always with that Dina girl. Maybe that was the real reason Ellie kept Cat around;

She knew she would never leave her. And if one day she did, deep down, Ellie knew she wouldn’t really care. Not like how she cares about you.

On Friday you headed over to Dina’s place and the two of you got ready for the party together. Dina did your makeup for you, she even put glitter under your eyes for a special touch. 

“You look so hot bro. The sparkles are adorable, you’re like a little fairy” Dina exclaimed, proud of her work. You looked in the mirror and smiled. You haven't felt this good in a while. Once you guys arrived at the party you went straight to the backyard of the frathouse to smoke. No way you’d be here sober.

You lit the end of the pink joint and said, “I hate to admit it but… I think you were right D. I really did need this.” You took a hit and then passed it over to her.

“What? The joint? Or some quality time with your best friend?” she teased.

“Honestly, both.” The two of you burst into laughter at your blunt response, beginning to feel the high. Even after you finished smoking, you remained outside sitting on the steps. You had gotten so wrapped into conversation with each other that you almost forgot you were at a party. With the sudden realization you were still outside and the sound of Come Get Her playing on the speakers inside, you and Dina finally decided to get up and party.

That is, until Dina gets a call from her sister and has to step aside. You wait for her, leaning on the doorframe. As she talks there’s a serious look on her face. She finally finishes her conversation and looks to you to break the news.

“Y/n I’m really sorry, but I’ve gotta go. A family emergency came up and I gotta go help out my sister like right now.” You could tell by her tone that it was urgent and she genuinely felt bad for having to ditch you. 

She continued, “but you, please stay. I think I just saw Ellie inside and I’m sure she’d be happy to party with you.” Not wanting to reveal your current situation with Ellie, you went along with it. You know Dina was only trying to help.

“Don't even worry about it D. I completely get it, family first. I love you.” you replied, bringing her in for a hug.

“Okay good, thank you for understanding babe. Byeee.” And with that, Dina was gone, and you were left to face this party alone. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was really Ellie that Dina had seen, or if she was just a little too high. Ellie didn’t seem like the frat party type, but honestly, neither did you. Even though you weren’t necessarily on speaking terms with her, you decided to go inside and look anyway.

That’s when you spot her with none other than Cat the cunt. She was hanging all over Ellie, it was almost gross. The sight left you sick and you straight-lined it to the alcohol to take a couple shots. Those couple of shots led to a couple more, and then a couple more as you watched Ellie and Cat practically suck each other’s faces off. You couldn’t stop staring though, it was almost sadistic.

Busy chaperoning the obnoxious couple, you managed to lose track of the amount of alcohol you were consuming. The nausea hit you like a truck and you stumbled to a dirty couch trying to deep breath through the churning of your stomach. A familiar voice interrupts your attempt at self-soothing.

“Y/n?” You look up at the sound of your name coming from your favorite person's mouth. As you opened yours to greet her, all that came out were chunks. Ellie jumped back, just missing the splash zone. Your throw up now soaked the frat house couch and the floor surrounding. And in front of Ellie? How embarrassing. While you were busy cursing yourself in your head for making such a scene, Ellie was cursing herself for not finding you sooner.

The idea of you drunk and all alone at a frat party scared her, and she was your protector. With that scenario flashing through her mind she scooped you into her arms and rushed you to the bathroom. The whole world was spinning as Ellie plopped you onto the floor in front of the toilet. She held back your hair and rubbed your back as you continued to vomit. You were already beginning to sober up as your body rid you of the intoxicating liquid. Ellie pushed at your baby hairs and wiped at the sweat collecting on your temples from the heaving. Despite everything, Ellie really did care for you. She couldn’t stand to see you in pain. And she couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting you either. 

“Come back to my bandmates with me. Please?” Ellie finally spoke.

Feeling the nausea dissipate, you responded, “thanks for your help but I think I’ll be fine just walking back to the dorm.”

“A drunk girl walking 20 minutes across campus, in the dark, alone??? That’s like the stupidest idea you’ve ever had.” Ellie hated how stubborn you were.

“I’m not even that drunk anymore,” you paused for a beat, “but fine. I’ll go with you.” Ellie sighed in relief. She put you under her arm and started leading you to the door. She was so warm and you felt so safe. As she walks outside, Ellie spots Cat and knows she’s in trouble. Ellie gently sits you down on the curb so she can go deal.

“Els, what the fuck is she doing here?” Cat spits as soon as Ellie is in listening distance. 

“Listen Cat, I don’t know, but she’s really messed up and I can’t just leave her here.”

Cat raises her voice, louder this time, “what do you mean?? Are you really picking her over me?”

“I didn’t know I had to pick. Shes my fucking friend Cat.” 

“But- but… I’m your girlfriend” she says, voice trembling with insecurity. 

Ellie turns to leave the exhausted conversation, “it doesn’t work like that. I- I’ve gotta go now, we’ll talk about this later. I'm sorry.”

The next thing you know you’re sitting in a strangers kitchen and Ellie is force feeding you crackers and water, trying to sober you up. Just being there with her is already making you feel so much better. You talk and giggle through the night like you guys had never even fought. A sleeve of Saltines, 3 glasses of water, and 2 Advil later you’re beginning to feel a little more like your normal self.

This doesn’t stop Ellie from coddling you like a little baby for the rest of the night. She took off your makeup for you and even let you borrow the extra T-shirt she had brought in her backpack. You slipped into the bathroom to change into your makeshift pajamas. You stared back at your reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile seeing yourself in nothing but Ellie’s baggy shirt. It was just like in your dreams; except now you were in her clothes for a different reason, not because you guys just finished having mind blowing sex. How unfortunate. You went back out into the living room and stood in front of Ellie.

“So uh, where should I sleep?” you asked with an awkward smile. Your shoulders shrunk in and you fidgeted with your charm bracelet as you waited for a response. The silence continued to drag out because Ellie was too busy imagining her own fantasies. Her heart fluttered as you stood there all coy in her shirt. She pictured you in the same exact outfit making pancakes for the both of you in the kitchen of your shared apartment. She imagined sneaking up behind you to feel your figure through the baggy clothes. She’d plant kisses all over your neck until you would finally turn around from your cooking to give her a real ki-

“Ellie..?”

Your words managed to drag her out of the fake scenario, “shit yeah um. This is a pull out couch so we can set you up there.” Ellie gestured to the couch in the middle of the room and then got up to pull it out. She fixed it up with sheets and a pillow provided by her generous bandmate who was in her bedroom just down the hall. You climbed into the covers and sat as you waited for Ellie to join you. Instead she set up on the floor next to you. 

Confused with her behavior you stated, “you can sleep up here with me. You know that right?”

“I guess I kinda thought you wouldn’t want me to.” Ellie confessed, tilting her head down in shame.

“Of course I want you to Els.” She missed hearing you call her that, how could she refuse? Ellie climbed right into bed and there was an immediate increase in tension. The thought of you right beside her with just a shirt and panties drove Ellie wild. She felt like such a piece of shit for even thinking like that, but part of her wondered if you also felt the rising tension. You both lay on your sides, backs facing each other, when you finally disturb the loud silence. 

“I missed you.”

“What do you mean? We live together.” Ellie wasn’t stupid though. 

“You know what I mean Els.” you answered, voice breaking slightly. Ellie felt so guilty knowing that a lot of this mess was her own fault. She then shifted to face your back and tugged your hips into the space between her thighs and torso. 

“I missed you too…” Ellie said against your neck, sending chills down your spine. Her arm reached past your waist and raised your T-shirt right below the start of your breasts. She took that same tattooed arm and wrapped it around your now bare tummy, pulling you in even closer. Her touch made you gasp.

Ellie was a pretty skinny girl but she was strong, you could see it in her arms, the way they flexed when she played guitar or lifted something. But, when you visualized her touch, you had never imagined it being this soft. You practically melted feeling her skin brush against yours. An ache was radiating between your legs as you clenched your thighs together in agony. You wanted her hands in places other than your plush stomach. Ellie did too, but you were coming down from being completely wasted, and she was still with Cat. It just wasn’t right.

The rest of the night you remained in the same position in fear of losing each other’s touch, but aware that nothing more would happen. Then, that morning, you woke to no touch. Ellie was already gone, and your heart broke all over again. Her guilt had taken over after Cat sent a string of texts expressing her insecurity in the relationship. She explained to Ellie that she didn’t feel loved or important because of her favoring towards you. And Cat was right, Ellie did favor you. She was trying so hard to be “good” and ignore her feelings, trying not to be a cheater, but she was hurting you (the one she truly loves) in the process. Why couldn’t she just let go of Cat? Would you ever experience a night like that with her again?

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Hiii i hope u're doing good and i have a req pls? Could you do smth like gojo just hanging out with student reader like father and kid? Just one random day (or some other scenario) gojo just yoinks reader and goes 'let's do something together' thxxxx :D

a/n: hiii anon, hope you're doing good as well !!! of course i can do your request so hope you enjoy this short drabble (＾▽＾) also sorry it took a while for me to get back to you since i've been away from my computer for the past few days :((

to say that gojo satoru is an eccentric teacher might possibly be one of the biggest understatements of the century. even if you were to put it nicely,

it's been a few days since you've stepped foot into the classroom on account of being put out of commission for a bit after a particularly nasty encounter with a semi-grade 2 curse on what was supposed to be a relatively easy mission. it would have been nice if the higher-ups could have mentioned that the curse had a tendency to travel in packs of 3 or 4 but in the world of jujutsu, you knew that's already expecting too much of them.

the first sight you're greeted with is your teacher, the strongest himself gojo satoru, leaning back in his desk chair with his feet up on the desk as if he had little to no care about anything in the world. if the higher-ups were to walk past and see this, they would definitely screech at the top of their lungs and die from shock or maybe it would finally be their bodies finally giving up on them in old age. you don't think you would be that sad to see them go.

"nice of you to finally show up to class. even if it's on the wrong day." your teacher huffs from his seat. there's a slight sting at his words but you choose to grit your teeth instead of replying.

albeit, you don't necessarily blame your teacher for his off-handed comment because, from his and everyone else's point of view, it just seemed like you were simply just taking the chance to play hooky and skip a few classes here and there even if it was far from the truth.

you made shoko promise not to say anything to anyone when she was patching you up, even if she gave you one of those looks that silently asked you if you really wanted that. it wasn't a matter of pride per say because having your classmates know that you got ganged up on by a couple of curses was honestly the least of your problems.

rather, it was because you didn't want to bother anyone more than you had to or even worse, be on the end of some surface-level sympathy from some people who could care less if you lived or died. to you, this was simply how the jujutsu world worked so what point was there sitting around and lingering on all of its problems when it would do you no good?

"...i've had a rough week. can i just get the work that i've missed out on and i'll be out of your hair." you mutter while avoiding eye contact with the taller man, deciding that all of a sudden the wooden panels of the floor were more interesting.

there's an instant switch in his relaxed demeanour as his voice is laced with strong hints of concern when he asks, "you wanna talk about it?"

you open your mouth to speak, to make a half-hearted attempt to brush off his concern and maybe even throw in a snarky quip to really cement the act that everything was fine but for some reason, you decide against that and so you end up saying nothing back in response.

it's quiet for a minute, the both of you unmoving, before your teacher suddenly stands up from his seat and strides towards you which takes you by surprise.

"alright, new plan then." gojo claps his hands, the sound reverberating slightly off the classroom walls as his typical attitude makes a return. "me and you are going on, let's call it, a class trip to the arcade!"

you roll your eyes, arms still crossed over your chest as you look at him, unamused. "i'm pretty sure that this isn't part of the class curriculum."

"when have i ever been a stickler for the rules, kid?" and without further ado (and a seeming shortage of verbal complaints from your side), you find yourself whisked off to a nearby arcade and being ushered into the doors of said establishment by your teacher.

so much for your original plan of retreating back to hide under your blanket for the rest of the day, you think to yourself.

as you step inside, memories of after-school hangouts with megumi, nobara and yuji as you guys make it your mission to burn through your monthly allowances on the various games and machines flood your mind and you can't help but smile whilst reminiscing, though it fades quickly when you realise that it feels like forever since any of you guys have had the chance to relax with each other like this considering how time has become more and more scarce and more like a luxury that one had to earn rather than anything else.

there's the sound of coin swishing around in a bucket coming from your right and when you turn to face the sound, you see your teacher making his way towards you hugging a comically large amount of coins in an insanely large bucket in his arms. if it were any bigger, you might have been obligated to call it a chest instead of a bucket. you do a double-take at the sight in front of you.

"are you planning to buy out the whole arcade with those coins?" you remark, a bewildered expression clearly painted on your face as you try to calculate in your head the amount of money he must have spent on that stash.

he looks down at the bucket of coins in his arms which were almost on the verge of overflowing and shrugs. "eh, this is nothing." he replies with an air of nonchalance.

you're ready to contest that statement of his but then you remember gojo satoru, aside from being a teacher with interesting teaching methods, to say the least, is also one of the richest sorcerers in the entire country of japan as well so whatever he did spend on those arcade tokens is probably nothing more than a drop in the vast ocean that is his bank account.

in the blink of an eye, gojo sprints off to the brightest and flashiest machine in the arcade and you can't help but question if he might be a child trapped in the body of an adult. begrudgingly, you trail behind him and watch as he slots in the appropriate amounts of tokens and boots up the game. while waiting, he starts absent-mindedly button-mashing the controls in a vain attempt to make it load faster.

you sigh to yourself as you watch from over his shoulder. "is this day more for me or you?" you ask, your eyes still trained on the screen in front of you. "because from what i'm seeing, it looks like you're enjoying this waay more than me."

gojo laughs softly to himself, not even pausing the game before turning to you with a smirk on his lips. "that's because you're spending more time complaining rather than having fun."

to be fair, you couldn't really argue with that so you quietly concede (though very unwillingly) to him as you take an unoccupied chair from another game booth and return to where he was playing. before you know it, you find yourself deeply immersed in the game as well and you start reacting to his gameplay like cheering when he makes it past a level or groaning in frustration when there's a roadblock standing in his way.

for a split second, you notice that there's a faraway look in his eyes which looks eerily similar to the one you probably had when you stepped into the arcade and began to think about happier times but before you can even spit out a question, it's gone and you're left wondering if it was nothing more than just a trick of the light.

the game is over quickly soon enough when the words 'you win' begin flashing in white on the screen with gojo's high score written underneath the text. you then scramble to take his place in the seat when he stands up to stretch, very much intent on beating his score and a competitive glint in your eyes as you stare at the machine with laser focus. behind you, he smiles to himself and watches on proudly, letting out a cheer that's probably too loud and earns you two a few weird stares from the other passersby whenever you progress on to the next level.

the rest of the afternoon flies by like this as you and gojo constantly bounce from one game to another, challenging and throwing some light-hearted taunts at each other as you attempt to beat the other's score. this does rapidly deplete his coin stash but by the time you're down to the bottom of the bucket, you two have already beaten all of the available games in the arcade with some of them being beaten more than twice as well.

gojo takes the bucket from your hands and heads over to the counter to exchange the remaining ones for money before returning to you and pointing to the door, signalling that it's time to head back. you do a quick look back at the place behind you, feeling much lighter inside than compared to when you entered, and walk out with your teacher

while walking down the street, you feel a nudge against your shoulder and turn to face him. he gestures towards a small pastel stand on the side of the both of you. "hey, check out that crepe stand over there. they have some of the best ice cream crepes in the area." your teacher states.

you look at him, unconvinced. "i'm not sure i can really trust your taste buds considering how much sugar you consume on a daily basis."

"come oon, i'll even pay for yours if you get one." he offers, a bit too eager as he tries and fails to hide his own craving for it. you feel the corner of your lips curl upwards slightly and it seems that your stomach agrees with him as it growls quietly in an attempt to signal its hunger.

"well if you were paying, why didn't you say that earlier."

you order the first thing on their must-try section since it was your first time there, which appears to be a vanilla ice cream crepe with cherries and whipped cream, and gojo decides to go with a custom order of a matcha-flavoured crepe base, three scoops of strawberry ice cream piled on top of each other, a mountain of whipped cream with fresh strawberries placed inside but not forgetting the finishing touch of matcha powder sprinkled on top.

you would feel bad for the poor employee tasked with creating that monstrosity when they give him a knowing look, implying that this was not their first time dealing with him and his strange orders. you wait for a bit before receiving your order with him having to try extra hard to make sure nothing would slip off his order and find a seat on a nearby bench.

you two sit in silence, side by side, and eat your crepes, taking this as a chance to unwind. as you take your first bite, the soft cream simply melts in your mouth and the crepe is just the right amount of sweetness with the cherries giving you a good burst of flavour and you secretly commend your teacher for his recommendation.

taking another bite of your crepe, you look at the sky and admire the way the clouds drift lazily across the blue canvas behind them. "hey, thanks for this gojo sensei. it's been a while since i've been able to...relax." you admit, an element of vulnerability hiding behind your words.

he turns and looks at you with a soft smile. "anytime, kid."

[klausysworld]

Hi, if it isn’t too much to ask can you do a continuation of “You were with Cami” and/or “A life i do not deserve”? I just wanna see Miss Reader living her best life & Klaus groveling (maybe she takes him back maybe she doesn’t the important part is that she’s happy) (and hey if Klaus suffers that’s a bonus) it’s fine if you can’t! Please and thank you!

You were with cami pt 2

pt 1

(third person)

Klaus woke with a tight grip on a pillow instead of his lover. His head shot up as the memories from last night rushed to his head. He scrambled to sit up when he realised that y/n was gone from his hold. He looked to the clock to see it was only 4:30am, quickly he began searching the house, nearly ripping each door off the hinges as he yelled her name. Soon enough Elijah was in the room

“she’s not here! Where is she!?” Klaus was close to hysterical as his arms flew around the air, the entire room looked like a hurricane had come over it and Elijah had nothing but pity on his face

“last night… she mentioned that she would be gone before any of were to wake… we assumed it to be an empty, drunken threat but it would seem she was quite serious” Klaus’s rage grew as he watched his brother step back cautiously

“you knew she would leave? and none of you thought to tell me!? Rebekah! Kol!” All siblings stood apprehensively as he let out a laugh, the kind of laugh that signals something bad, a manic sort of laugh.

“Niklaus, perhaps some space is what she needs…she’ll return when she’s ready” that resulted in a table nearly hitting Elijah and Kol to run out of the room

“Jesus christ, What is wrong with you!? This is not our fault! You’re the one who had to go and Flirt your way around the town just because you’re so far up your own arse! I mean come on Klaus what did you think would happen? She’d come running to you with open arms?” Rebekah was getting right in his face, both she and Elijah expected him to scream, shove her, dagger her. But instead he remained silent for a moment before large uncontrolled tears began slipping down his face, confusion and panic washed over Rebekah as she hesitantly pat his shoulder in a sense of comfort, she was even more taken aback when he pulled in her for a hug, fully sobbing as she patted his back. Elijah made his way to put a hand on his brothers arm

“she’ll come back, she loves you” he whispered while looking into his heartbroken eyes. Niklaus shook his head rapidly against Rebekah’s shoulder

“she’s gonna hate me forever, i hurt her so bad” He chocked and Rebekah felt tears of her own sting at her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel her brothers pain, she understood the feeling of loosing someone you love.

They remained stood their quietly comforting Klaus until a phone rang, Klaus’s phone. He practically launched himself at it, only to be immensely disappointed when he saw if was Camille calling.

“what” was his response as he picked it up

“Klaus? Hey i need you to come to my apartment, i have something that you’ll want to see” her tone was seductive and it made him wince

“Camille i don’t want to see you ever again, don’t call” he replied simply and blocked her number. He handed his phone to Elijah before wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath with a roll of his shoulders

“i’m going out to find the love of my life, could you please compel someone to clean up the mess i made and can at least one of your stay here incase she returns. And can you keep my phone… i don’t think she’ll want to talk to me over the phone, its best i don’t call her” he then rushed out of the house, still in his clothes from yesterday, looking exhausted with his puffy, red eyes, pinker than usual nose from sniffling and his hair a state.

Klaus searched for her for weeks. Each time a witch sent him somewhere she was moving somewhere else. Your scent still faintly in the air as he sat in the apartment you had been staying in. Sometimes he managed to make it to the hotels she had been resting at before they had been cleaned, one time he went as far to turn into his wolf form and try to track her.

Each time he saw someone who looked just a tiny bit like her he practically chased the girl until realising it wasn’t her.

A few months later, he was still searching. He was mess, that much was obvious to anyone that saw him. The days he wasn’t looking for her, he was nearly passed out drunk, his art room remained trashed, Elijah realised that each time he had it cleaned it would only end up ruined a few days later anyways so he left it be. Y/n was the only thing that he would paint, draw, the only thing he though of, dreamt of. He needed her back. One night Klaus had been both drunk and high, the next day he woke locked inside a shopping centre with an extremely expensive engagement ring in his hand and apparently he’d left y/n 47 missed calls. But the thing that made him most angry at himself was that it said that she had picked up, there was a 19 minute call and he couldn’t remember any of it, but something in that call made him buy a ring. He knew that he had to find you or he would go completely mad.

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(first person)

It had left the Mikaelsons nearly 8 months ago. Since the i have traveled pretty much everywhere, one time Klaus had promised he would take me around the world but it turned out that he was always too busy, whether it be a different war he was the target of or a therapist that he was attached to.

i was very aware that he was looking for me, if not from him turning up wherever i was then because he told me himself. After ignoring or declining nearly 50 calls from him in one night i decided i may aswell hear him out.

“y/n?” he mumbled

“yeah…it’s me” i whispered, i heard a load of rustling before he spoke again

“i miss you so so much, can i come see you please?” his words were slurred and sluggish, he must’ve been past drunk.

“klaus…have you been drinking?” i heard him sigh and sniff lightly

“a little bit yeah” he whispered, suddenly a loud crowd of people must’ve walked past as i could hear loud muffled yelling

“sorry, i think i’m by a pub” he muttered once they were gone

“you think?” i asked slightly worried

“um..yea i am, i think i’m in um Australia maybe? I don’t know but it’s really hot out here and its like 5 AM, you aren’t here, you were supposed to be here” he was crying, my heart ached as he sobbed down the phone, whether he broke my heart or not, i still loved him and hearing his pain hurt me too.

“Klaus i think you need to get inside, the sun will be up soon, i don’t want you to throw up from the heat and alcohol okay?”

“i wonder if my skin would still burn… did you know i’m a vampire and a werewolf? i heal like so fast, i can run fast too, i’ve been like this for so long” i laughed inwardly to myself as he rambled about his abilities as though it were brand new information

“do you enjoy being like this?” i asked, when he stayed silent for a few minutes i called him name

“i don’t know… sometimes maybe, but right now i just want to be human, i wish i could just live with you in a normal house, with our own little family. We would have a girl and a boy and we would all sit together as a family… we would be so happy, we’d visit my siblings maybe once a month and at holidays like christmas, we could celebrate christmas like regular people, no fear, just happiness and celebrate” some of his words were unclear as he cried and his voice cracked

“Niklaus…” i tried but he kept going

“do you remember when we spoke of Elena? there’s a cure, she has it, for vampirism and maybe i could have it and we can move away to somewhere quiet and secluded, i can keep us safe and i’ll give you babies, you want babies don’t you? we can be a family? we could get married and our daughter could be the flower girl and our son could hold the rings…” i cried silently while imagining the scene he was describing, a life where it was just us, our family

“maybe in another life Nik” i whispered and he sobbed

“no, this life, i can be human in this life, i need you in this life. Please don’t make me be alone, please i just want you, nobody else ever, just come home please come home please please please I’m so sorry i forgot our anniversary i didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll make it better, i can i promise, i really can”

i was fully crying now, tears streaming

“i know baby, i know” i whispered

“please let me see you”

“i’m in Italy at the moment… i’ll come back to New Orleans in a few days okay? I’ll meet you there okay?”

“i love you so so much, we’re gonna get married and be a happy family i promise”

Now i was sat in the compound for the first time in ages, listening to Elijah tell me that nobody had heard from Niklaus in over a month. I nodded, got up and left with a simple ‘goodbye’. I’ve decided to stay for a while, maybe he’s on his way.

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(third person)

Klaus was lost. He wasn’t in Australia anymore, he didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know why he a had ring and he didn’t know where his love was. Somewhere along the way he had lost his phone and his wallet, he was trying compel people but he was never able to focus enough.

After about 3 more weeks Klaus arrived in New Orleans. He finally got through the compound door, ready to collapse in a heap before he saw her. She was sat in his chair speaking to Rebekah, she looked so gorgeous. Both girls looked right at him while he fell to his knees and crying out a string of incoherent words

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(first person)

His clothes were torn, hair longer and probably matted, i short beard formed on his face while he blurred his words into one jumble. I made my way towards him, going down onto my own knees so i could wrap my arms around his torso

“shhh, it’s okay” i whispered but he just kept shaking his head

“i’m so sorry” he chocked

“it’s okay, it’s okay, breath Nik, you need to breath”

eventually he calmed down a little, we both now sat on the sofa, Rebekah had decoded it would be best to give us some time together.

“how come it took you so long to come back?” i asked quietly and his brows furrowed

“what do you mean? i was looking for you”

“well… klaus, do you remember our phone call?” i asked and his face fell

“did i say something stupid?” he asked and i laughed

“no, you were very sweet actually. you said you were going to take the cure and would be human so we could have a family and be happy. We agreed to meet here a few weeks ago” i told him softly

“oh god i’m so sorry, did you think i wasn’t coming?” his head was in his hands

“did i say we were gonna get married?” he asked muffled

“you did” i laughed

“what did you say?” he asked quietly

“i said…well i said in another’s life but you said that you could make it work in this one which is why we’re meeting…but Klaus i understand that you were drunk and probably on something else but i don’t think i need to know and so if-“

“i want to, i’m going to do anything and everything to be perfect for you, i’ll take the cure, we can move away, have our children and get engaged, i actual ready have a ring i think drunk me was very confident… maybe we’ll get engaged before the kids��� he was staring at nothing while thinking things out

“klaus… i dont know if i can do all that right now…”

“no i know, not straight away, we’ll move slow, i wont push you but i mean…we can try…right?” he voice was small and his eyes full of hope

“we can try” i smiled slightly and i hugged him tight

“but first you need a shower and we’re shaving your beard and i’ll cut you hair a little and definitely brush it” he laughed and nodded picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom and handing me the hair brush. He was wrong for what he did, but he had suffered and he was sorry, there’s not much else i could want from him, he was trying his best.

[rosedere]

The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya

(Pantalone x Fem! Reader)

MDNI +18

Cw: kidnapping, Stalking, non con elements, Graphic violence (later chapters), Yandere content *will update as the series goes

Cross posted on AO3

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Chapter 5. Communication lost in the mountains, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10~

Synopsis: Unfortunately, The Regerator develops a fixation with you while you are working undercover for Yelan. And there’s no one who can get in his way of his prized Lotus.

-

The parts of me buried underneath

They're glowing, do you see?

I know that you feel me now

No I'm never going down

-

You didn't hear from Yelan again.

…

It was total static from everyone. 

A few weeks into your stay in your pagoda tower was when you had any sort of noteworthy event. Basking in the pouring sunlight from the opening of the balcony from the canopy bed, you only realized you were drifting off to sleep when the soft footsteps from the hallway began to grow louder in volume.

“Lián”

You felt something paper-textured land on your bloated stomach.

Eyes still closed in annoyance, you lifted your arm to shoo Galina away.

“Its from Your beloved~” she added as she sat besides you, pulling away at the curtain to allow more light in.

You only stayed silent, trying to relax into the cool silk pillow you were currently resting on.

“Lián, you've been sleeping a lot lately.”

Galina sighed, holding the back of her hand to your forehead. “Hopefully you didn't catch a cold when you went swimming,” she muttered to herself as she leaned back onto the bed, laying near your feet.

“Fine— let me see.”

Unfurling yourself from the confines of the sheets, you sat up to see a medium-sized box now toppled over onto your side of the bed.

The wrapping on the package was an intricate iridescent blue and white tissue paper encasing the box, topped with a small paper lily.

Carefully unwrapping the top of the bow, the rest of the package fell apart, revealing the contents inside the dark blue box. You reached for the envelope before observing the contents of the delicately wrapped items; the letter was a familiar Snezhnaya envelope you had handled in the past during missions.Delicate as you opened the envelope with your name written on it with a golden fountain dip pen, Piercing the letter with your sharpest nail.

The parchment was cold to the touch, several pages from first glance.

“So what is it, my lady?" Galina perched her hand under her chin.

"Unfortunately, I don't read as fast as Pantalone”

“Lián, 

I have finally made it to Snezhnaya. By the time this letter should reach you, I'd have been here already for several weeks.

Thankfully, the… unfriendly gathering has ended sooner than I anticipated. I am currently catching up on certain duties I neglected before I came home.

In the meantime, until I have a certain day of arrival, I sent you some items that reminded me of you, hopefully reaching you along with this letter.

Every day I've been thinking about you, Lián; hopefully Galina and Fedor have been treating you well in my absence. I can't resist letting my mind wander to our first night together. 

I can't wait until we are united again so we can share a few more nights like that one, my rooted lotus.

I have more to say and share with you about Snezhnaya, but I have been alerted to some issues involving one of my underlings that I must take care of, so I will leave the rest to your imagination until we both can come together.

The Regerator

You looked over at the gently wrapped items stacked neatly in a pile.

“Hmm, so it appears he could arrive any day now,” Galina mindlessly replied, now propped up on one of the smaller pillows on the bed.

“Any day? How did you get that from the letter?” you asked.

“I just know him; last time he said that he returned a week later,” she turned lying in the bed.

"Hey, did he also leave an extra envelope in there by any chance?”

You carefully laid the blue ink letter on the bedspread as you pulled the items out of the box; some you could immediately guess were clothes, while others felt like they were wrapped in a sturdy paper box.

Thinking that was it, two envelopes slipped out from the bottom.

One was on dark sapphire blue paper, and the other was a dusty violet color.

“Oh! That's it,” she reached over energetically for the dusty violet color before pocketing the other one in her hood pocket.

A smile graced her face as she eagerly opened the letter.

Humming as she read her letter, you noticed the back of the letter had a photograph of something—a few pictures from the thickness you could tell from the shape.

You didn't want to pry, so you returned your attention to the items strewn about now on the bed.

Reaching for a small rectangular one carelessly thrown on top of the several items now forming a small mountain, a silver ink print was on top as you further inspected the gift.

“To moma”

You were about to speak up, but Galina read your mind, grabbing a hold of the box in your hand.

"Sorry, my lady, you had to grab that~ hehe He must have packed them altogether,” she bashfully apologized.

“Ah no, its on me; I shouldn't have just assumed it was mine,” you smiled back at her, watching her handle the gift.

The photos on the back of the letter are now laying facing up on top of the letter as she unwrapped the gift eagerly.

You watched as she pulled the expensive wrapping off, again her mask concealing her face, but you could tell her mood instantly lightened as she held the now unwrapped gift.

“Is that?”

Galina nodded, holding the small statue.

You knew it was an ice creation—some vision holders becoming sculptors using their vision to create material.

But the place that was sculpted was somewhere you had never seen before.

The tall dome-like roofs and a small miniature garden with a snowy lake in front of the palace-like place. 

The amount of detail was truly inspiring.

“My daughter... finally got a vision while I was away." Galina smiled, holding the small miniature in her gloved hand.

"She had desperately wanted to become one so she could serve the Tsaritsa” 

She held the minature to her chest.

“I miss her so much.”

Galina's finger traced around the little pond that was sculpted into the side of the castle.

“The last time I saw her was when she was only a small toddler, barely able to stand,” she chuckled to herself.

Rolling on her stomach, she placed the minature on the wrapping, looking closer at it from behind.

“She told me in her letter that she will try to become an ice maiden under the tsaritsa as soon as her birthday comes next month.” 

She glanced back up at you.

“ah— this might be a bit boring to you, my lady; I apologize once more.” 

“No, it's alright, it's just-”

This is going to be awkward…

“Are you really a mother?” You blurted.

Startled by your blunt tone, you covered your mouth as you searched for any amount of offense in your words on her face.

Galina smiled mischievously at you before she rewrapped the small sculpture.

“Three”

“Including my younger sisters, so...”

Ten

Your eyes widen in surprise,thanking your hand for covering your mouth, as it was probably hanging down in shock.

“Its a long story, but im all they have; its why im here with Fedor,” she sighed, reaching for the photographs.

She grabbed the last photo from the back, placing it on your covered lap.

The photo showed three girls in some sort of igloo in the wilderness; the oldest sitting on the left of the embankment looked to be at least sixteen—a young teen—while the other two sitting in the poorly constructed igloo looked to be no older than six. 

Galina placed a finger on the oldest one.

“That one is my Victoria,” she pointed to the girl. “She looks more like her… father than I, but she is such a sweet girl.” 

She then pointed to the two girls inside the igloo.

“These two are my twins, Brki and Ivanna.” 

You looked closer inside the igloo to see the two smiling girls more in detail; their eyes, hair, and body structure were identical.

“I was so lucky to have them; I'm sure they're probably impatiently waiting for my return again,” she smiled, looking back down at the picture.

You watched her fondly touch the small photograph of her children; absorbed in her world that was depicted in the photo.

“I certainly hope I'm not overstepping since... "I'm not a mother and all.” You looked down at your hands before you laid on your side, facing Galina on the bed.

“Why don't you work closer to Snezhnaya instead of being so far from them?” 

“If I had my babies somewhere in a region all by themselves, I'd probably lose sleep knowing I was doing such a dangerous job.”

Galina's smile softened as she carefully laid the photo next to the minature.

“I would if I could, Lián.”

“I thought this might have been the trip my Lord Pantalone would have offered to take me and Fedor along back home,” she exhaled.

“But I guess I signed up a week too late to stay; now I work for the Regerator.” 

She tucked the letter and photographs inside the wrappings.

“I guess better this way; I'd probably be dead if I worked for the home harbingers like Il Dottore or Coloumbina…” she chuckled half-heartedly. "Ah, you haven't met them yet, but they certainly... are strange,” she smiled to herself. 

You smiled back at Galina as she tucked her gifts in her opposite coat pocket.

“I must write my babies a letter before the day ends,” she stretched out onto your bed.

“Hey—can I see what your beloved brought for you this time?” 

“Please~” she asked, propping her head up with her hands.

“Sounds fair to me since you shared what you were sent in the mail,” you sluggishly moved back up in a sitting position.

Checking to make sure nothing else was mixed up. 

You grabbed the top item; wrapped in a very sturdy tissue-like paper. Gingerly pulled the ribbon on top, making the whole wrapping come off.

“Oh wow, miss Lián! Its so beautiful,” her eyes lit up.

“Err.. but what is it?” You tilted your head.

The sheer cloth was so long that you had to keep unrolling the dark sapphire material at least 30 times until you could observe the full tapestry of cloth.

A white-tinsel lotus design ebbed all around the sheer fabric, reaching the ends of the ground. The horizontals had a very expensive tassel and metal accessories hanging low on the bottom all the way to the top.

"Ah, Miss Lián, that's a...”

Galina stroked her chin in thought for a moment.

“Oh! I remember the Liyue word for it… A veil”

“Like for….” You swallowed thickly. “A bride?”

“Oh no, at least not in our culture it isnt— women of high status wear them to mimic the Tsaritsa's own veil to shield her innocence,” Galina pointed at the fabric.

“If I wasn't so lazy, I'd show you right now how it's worn, but I have a feeling I might know what at least two of the other packages entail.” She glanced over towards the uneven mountain of gifts.

“It certainly is beautiful, but I don't know if I'll be able to wear it in our humid climate,” you sighed.

“You can always weave it into your hair like some of the previous Harbingers and some Harbinger spouses do,” she smiled. "But, to be honest with you, I think he mostly got it for you to wear as a shawl like the ones you adore so much.” Galina lowered her voice.

Letting curiosity get the best of you, the decision to wear the veil was all your brain was telling you to do as you carefully slid out of bed, standing on bare feet as you wrapped the fabric around your gown.

“So it just goes over me?” You questioned now standing next to the long fabric.

"Yup,” Galina quickly responded, looking over at you.

You began to unwrap the veil, opening it up like a bedsheet before placing it on top of your messy hair.

Dropping the veil to the ground, it laid around your feet gracefully, catching the light from outside as you twirled underneath the long fabric.

“Its beautiful.” You touched the inside of the veil, really feeling the soft netted material.

"Oh, but wait until you see the second piece that goes with it,” she chuckled, her belly crawling towards the mountain of presents laying where you had previously disturbed.

She began sorting through the gifts before she settled on the largest one, nestled underneath a few other items.

“Here, try this one.”

You approached with the veil still over your head, grabbing the package, now intrigued.“Id offer to unwrap it for you, my lady, but Id rather not get caught by Fedor,” she scratched the back of her head.

“If you want to, you can,” you held the gift back towards her. “You can be my assistant,” Your veil unintentionally jingled as you held it out to her.

Galina nodded before opening the carefully wrapped present for you.

She went quickly to work as she unwrapped the tightly bound package.

Another heavy-looking garment tightly folded; the white fur was mostly what you identified until you looked closer, realizing it was another long item of fabric.

“This part I'll let you unwrap,” she handed the item to you.

unfolding the very tightly packed item, watching a cascade of snow whites and icy blues sparkle and twinkle back at you.

The top silmy mantle around the collar reminds you of an artic fox; the fur is a second layer underneath the thick peacoat material; the tulle layer underneath acting like a long dress as it also pooled and complimented the robe part of the long splits that rain besides the ribs of the coat.

"Normally, women in snezhnaya also wear a layered robe underneath this coat, just like the Tsaritsa” Galina pointed to the sleeves.

“Im surprised why he bought you these specifically since normally that particular outfit is worn for special occasions.” 

“special meaning?” You trailed.

“Like an engagement or being pinned as a harbinger is the one I can think of at the top of my head,” she flicked her eyes towards the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room.

“I would show you Pantalone's, but it seems he took his winter formal coat on business with him,” she looked back at the coat still in your hand.

“He has one identical to that one, but it seems he custom ordered it while he was over there,” Galina sighed, “which is something not anyone is honored to receive from Snezhnayans.”

Astonished, you took a step back as you looked closer at the coat. You realized initially that what seemed to be sleeves was actually more of a split poncho with a lack of a better term. Deciding to try it as well, you opened the front of the insulated coat. The soft mink feeling inside was very warm, and of course it had the quality of something you have never been blessed to wear.

“It's kind of heavy.” You walked towards the end of the ornate gateway leading to the bedroom door, the crystal material catching more light than your veil. 

“They certainly are; the more layers, the better, my lady,” Galina watched as you carefully walked back towards the bed.

Sighing, you sat on the edge of the bed before lying back on the bed.

“My lady? Are you okay?” Galina sat up, sitting besides you, where the material cascaded down the tall bed.

“Just a bit winded—I think I just haven't been sleeping well,” you murmured before removing your arms from the sleeves. “I'll be alright once I close my eyes for a moment,” you replied, burying your face into the covers.

“Ah— but do you want to unwrap the rest of your gifts first? It seems there are about four more.” Galina began to neatly stack the few items left on the bed.

“Maybe later—” you yawned.

“My lady, at least let me take your jacket off of you.” Galina fussed as she began to carefully lift you up.

“My lord would kill me if he found out I let you roll around in them,” she began to carefully begin the process of undressing and disasembling your outfit.

“Galina? Are you in here?” Fedor's voice boomed from the walkway outside.

Your cheery guard looked towards the balcony outside; the pyro energy radiating around where Fedor had teleported.

"Ah, one moment—Im undressing our lords, beloved,” she finished unrolling the veil into a neat square on the bed.

“This is an urgent matter, my comrade; a crane has been spotted.”

Galina froze before dropping the fabric on the bed.

She quickly removed your long jacket and laid it on top of the bed, where the items were stacked, before she laid you back into one of the larger pillows on your bed.

“I'm sorry, my lady; I'll dress you properly later.”

“Please stay in your bedroom and do not open any doors until we arrive,” Galina calmly told you.

Your eyes, however, were already closing as you heard Galina and Fedor hurry out of the room before they closed the gate to the balcony.

Silence except for the occasional bird call or sway of wind passing through the bedroom.

As much as your body was dragging you down, however, you knew you had to continue your real mission.

Especially since Pantalone was already getting ready to come back.

Pulling yourself up, you looked around the room you had become accustomed to for the several days you lived here.

Unfortunately, you didn't find much in his various drawers, desks, and vases of scrolls; seemingly, he took everything with him on his business in the ever-frozen wasteland.

Walking over to the bedroom door unshockingly, it was very obviously locked from the outside.

No way out

Leaning against the door, you lazily looked over towards the bathroom.

On one of these absentee days at Pantalones Estate, you were tasked with washing yourself while Galina stepped away to figure out where the smoke in the lower kitchen was from.

You would have started by yourself drying your body off, but you noticed only a few washcloths left.

Sighing to yourself as you sat on the edge of the stone ledge that formed the natural tub, you felt one that was… out of place.

Not in appearance, but the large section of stone was loose.

Assuming it was just a loose stone, you pulled at the slate. A rumble occurred, and a wall was revealed below your feet.

A passage.

You carefully lowered yourself into the earthy passage, leaving barely enough room for one person to squeeze through. Wherever you landed, you were extremely unsure as you reached the end of your descent.  The walls were tall; you could feel a draft, but there was no light at all in the room. You cursed yourself for not having a pyro vision as you felt and touched everything until you ran your hands on a switch, the handle protruding in front of you.

Pulling it revealed a network.

Tunnels.

Each leading deeper into the mountain.

Only before you were about to decide which mossy-covered entrance to take, you were alerted by Galina's sing song voice from above.

Today was going to be different.

Grabbing a large stick that was lying in one of the various vases in the restroom, you began your descent once more.

Climbing down, you noticed the lights had been turned off once more. Doing the same as you did the first time you felt up against the natural wall of the cave before you hit the switch from the walls.

The light turning on revealed a much more disturbing scene from the last time you were down.

Dried blood.

Everywhere.

The rusty smell disguises itself under the moist and earthy scent of the cave.

It seemed something got attacked down here.

You carefully tread with bare feet on the earthy stone around the scene before you.

Most of the blood was concentrated in the middle of the cavernous area before a trail led to the utmost left cavern.

Maneuvering quietly, you thanked the archons. Your nausea was at bay for the first time all day, or you'd have surely vomited in the humid cavern.

Thankfully, it seemed the switch's power extended to the cavern, really illuminating the long trail as whoever or whatever carried itself this way.

Finally reaching the back of the long cavern, you found nothing.

Literally, not even a trail of blood remained in the area. no corpse or sign of the person left.

The iron bars surrounded the area.

A makeshift prison.

Chilled, you kept your investigation mode on, examining every rock and iron bar.

But nothing came of the cavern.

Or the one next to it.

It wasn't until you wandered to the last worn path that you heard the familiar breeze of the mountain create a draft as you walked further inside.

Eventually, you took a windy path before the natural sunlight of the sky poured into the passage.

Practically running, you raced towards the opening of the cave. cautiously approaching the edge of the cave, listening for any suspicious sounds. Cursing yourself for the lack of elemental energy, you armed yourself with the stick before you stepped one foot out.

Entering the sunlight by yourself was a right you took for granted.

Overwhelmed by the familiar image of the mountain ranges and various wooden bridges in the distance, you knew.

"It finally took you long enough.”

At first, you thought an annoying mirage had formed above you. Craning your neck up with your stick, you pointed up at your possible threat.

Her mauve lips only upturned in an amused smile as she giggled behind her hands.

“I knew it was bad, but not this bad; my last subordinate would threaten me with a stick." She brushed her hair behind her ear from her spot on the tall tree branch above. 

Patting on the tall branch as an invitation for you to come join her only made you scowl in response.

"Fine, stay down there, but those two annoyances are going to spot you and blow your cover.” Yelan pointed to the downward natural path beside you.

Lunging with your stick, you reached the tree branch with no hesitation, perching in a squat beside Yelan.

“Why are you here?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Same reason you're here." She stretched her arms above her head briefly.

“I wanted to see if you took the Regerator down or if that blood was from you,” she quietly laughed.

“So you're saying the blood wasn't from you murdering all of the fatui down there?” You rolled your eyes.

“Not yet,” she smiled as she poked your nose.

Flicking her hand in retaliation, you both paused as you looked down the mountain path.

Eventually the laugh slipped from your mouth, leading Yelan to follow in your footsteps. Her infectious laugh a comforting sound, reminding you of the time before being undercover.

when you and Yelan were just subordinates.

“So I'm going to assume then you don't know what occurred down there either.”

You nodded, only shrugging.

“I can't be a useful source since when I first stumbled upon the passage leading to that makeshift prison, I couldn't wander further inside, but I do recall no blood was in there yet.” 

“It may be a good sign." Yelan interjected, “The passage you just came out of was manmade,” her finger pointed at the jagged edges the entrance had, “the prisoner escaped down the cliff to down the mountain.” 

“They must have had a vision,” you deduced as you looked down the misty mountain range below.

It was Yelan's turn to nod in silent acknowledgement.

“Hang on, how did you find this place? I don't even know where I am,” you exclaimed.

Yelan only raised a perfect brow.

“Im not kidding, I snuck into the prison from the bathroom in Pantalones master bedroom looking for an escape.” 

Yelan looked back at the cavern opening once more in thought.

“We found Dan, but he was dead at the base of this mountain, concealed in the amber." Yelan shrugged before looking down at the base of the mountain.

“I decided to scout the area to see if any activity would occur when I found camps of fatui surrounding this entire mountain.” 

You leaned in, listening intently with interest as Yelan looked cautiously around.

“Following a few of them led me to halfway to the mountain before I was somehow spotted, and now I'm here,” she pursed her lip.

“So what's the next step? I haven't gotten any word from inside the Fatui about what's going on or if they're involved as well,” you murmured. “Im essentially being watched everywhere I go inside his residence,” scratching your wrist out of nerves.

“Your my Fatui informant; despite what it seems like, you have a lot of value out of everyone right now,” Yelan placed a firm hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, I'll treat you to the best Liyue beer in the harbor once we catch The Regerator,” Yelan smiled.

“For now, you need to keep gaining all of their trust, no matter what it is, until you have definitive evidence and a plan. We can avenge our fallen and bring Pantalone to justice,” she passionately assured you.

For a moment, it grew silent. The mountains natural sound being amplified around the both of you.

“I have to head back, Yelan," you said as you stood up on top of the tall limb.

“As do I as well; I'm sure they assumed I slid all the way down the mountain by now at this point.”

You both laughed, Yelan rising to her feet as well, both being at eye level.

“Since I know now where you are, we can both converge higher up from here near the amber on the next waning moon this month,” she said, pointing at a small landing above the manmade mountain.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Until then, (name)” 

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Note: Bad news and Good news:

Bad news: Im apart of the Boycotting Hoyo which means besides not playing the game and review bombing I will not be continuing this story until Hoyo stops pretending dark skin tones dont exists :D I will not argue about it as im firm on my stance and I hope everyone respects my choice and hopefully I can continue my genshin/and honkai stories once more as I really love the characters and such!

Good news: I wont be a complete asshole and since I have the rest of the 6 chapters written I will begin editing and posting those but I will not update anymore after the six one has been posted!

Again im sad I have to say all of this but I was already angry at genshin because of sumeru and then for them to do the same thing again to a group that already get talked over and their concerns and issues ignored makes me dislike them even more...

Petition + Review bomb tf out of the games on the app store btw

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a fine line w/ sans pt. five

(enemies to lovers!sans x reader— TW: mentions of dusting/monster death.)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 3.5 | pt. 4

Weeks pass, but the memories of that last fight hangs around like a bruise that hasn’t quite healed. Sans has been more distant than usual, and while you’ve grown used to his tendency to retreat when things get too heavy, this time feels different. The silence between you both has stretched longer than ever before, and every day that passes without a word from him makes the ache in your chest deepen.

You’ve tried to move forward, keeping busy with your routine, but there’s always a shadow following you, the unresolved tension with Sans hanging in the back of your mind. It feels like something broke that night—something you’re not sure how to fix.

You’ve stopped expecting him to show up unexpectedly like he used to. The quiet of your home feels heavier now without him popping in, and the absence of his usual lazy grin and sarcastic quips gnaws at you more than you’d like to admit.

It’s late one evening when you finally decide to step outside, needing fresh air to clear your mind. The night is cool, and the quiet streets offer a sense of calm, but it doesn’t soothe the gnawing anxiety in your chest. You walk aimlessly, trying to shake the feeling that something is still unresolved.

Then, as you round a corner, a chill runs down your spine. You see a figure standing in the dim light of a streetlamp—someone unfamiliar. Tall and cloaked in shadow, their presence feels immediately wrong. They haven’t noticed you yet, their gaze scanning the empty street with a kind of cold calculation that makes your heart race.

Instinctively, you freeze. Every muscle in your body tenses as your mind screams at you to leave, to turn and run. But something keeps you rooted to the spot—a creeping dread that whatever this is, it’s dangerous, and running might only draw its attention.

The figure suddenly looks up, and their eyes lock onto yours. A slow, deliberate smile creeps across their face, and your blood runs cold.

“Ah,” the figure says, their voice low and unsettling, “I didn’t expect to run into you tonight.”

You don’t recognize them, but the way they speak makes it clear—they know who you are. And worse, they were waiting for you.

Fear grips you tightly, and every instinct tells you to get out of there, but you know that you’re cornered. The figure takes a slow, measured step toward you, their movements almost predatory.

“Don’t worry,” they say, their voice dripping with dark amusement, “this won’t take long.”

You’ve stumbled into something far more dangerous than you anticipated, and with no one around to help, you realize you’re on your own.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady. Instinctively, you take a few steps back, your body tensing as adrenaline surges through you. The figure moves with an unsettling calm, their smile never wavering as they close the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps.

“That’s not important,” they reply, their tone chillingly casual, as if this encounter were nothing more than a simple conversation. “What matters is you—and what you’re carrying.”

Your heart races, confusion swirling in with the fear. What I’m carrying? The thought barely has time to form before the figure steps forward again, their gaze locking onto yours with a predatory intensity.

“You’ve got something… special,” they say, their voice soft but sharp, like a knife cutting through the stillness of the night. “And I’m here to take it.”

Your mind races, trying to make sense of their words. You know what they’re talking about—your Determination. Something all humans have, unlike monsters. The power that flows through you, the same force that made you strong enough to survive the Underground.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammer, taking another step back, your legs shaking as you try to keep distance between you and the figure.

They chuckle darkly, shaking their head. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re not the first human I’ve come across, and you won’t be the last.”

Your stomach drops at their words, and a cold realization washes over you: this isn’t just a threat—it’s a hunt. They’ve been looking for you, tracking you, and now, they’ve found you.

Before you can react, the figure suddenly lunges forward, faster than you could have imagined. You barely have time to think as they close the gap between you, a cold, unsettling energy radiating from them. Your breath catches in your throat, and you scramble to find a way out, your body trembling as fear takes over.

Before you can react, they lunge forward with terrifying speed, and in an instant, their hand strikes hard against your chest. The impact knocks you off balance, and you hit the ground hard, the air rushing out of your lungs. Pain shoots through you, and for a moment, the world spins.

But it’s not just the physical pain. It’s something deeper, something that makes your entire body feel like it’s being pulled apart from the inside. You can feel it—your SOUL—vibrating with an unnatural force, as if it’s being drawn toward them, as if they’re trying to rip it out of you.

“Ah, there it is,” the figure murmurs, their voice filled with dark satisfaction as they stand over you. “I can feel it now. Your SOUL… so full of power, so full of life.”

You try to move, to scramble away, but their presence seems to press down on you, pinning you to the ground. Your chest burns with a strange, unnatural heat as the pressure around your SOUL intensifies. Panic surges through you as you struggle to breathe, every instinct screaming at you to fight back, but your body feels heavy, like it’s trapped under an invisible weight.

“Don’t bother struggling,” they say softly, their voice dripping with cold amusement. “It’s no use. Your SOUL is already mine.”

Your vision blurs, and the fear gnaws at you—your SOUL, the very essence of who you are, is slipping away. The figure’s hand hovers over you, as if they’re preparing to claim it completely.

Desperation wells up inside you as you try to push back, your mind racing for any way out, any way to escape. But the crushing force around your SOUL is growing stronger, and you realize with chilling clarity that this might be the end.

If you don’t do something soon, you’ll lose everything.

Your body screams in protest as you extend a trembling hand toward the figure, a feeble attempt to take back what’s slipping away. Every inch feels like a battle, the weight pressing down on your chest making it almost impossible to move. But you have to try—you can’t just let them take your SOUL.

The figure watches you with a twisted grin, their eyes gleaming with amusement as your hand reaches toward the air between you. “Still trying, huh?” they sneer, their voice dripping with mockery. “How cute.”

But despite their words, you press on, your fingers stretching out as if reaching for some invisible thread, trying to pull your SOUL back from the dark force that’s tearing at it. Your vision blurs as the pressure intensifies, a cold sweat breaking out on your skin as every breath feels like it might be your last.

Your hand, weak and shaking, connects with something—your SOUL, pulsing faintly just out of reach. You can feel it, barely there, struggling to stay anchored to you. But the force around it is too strong, too overwhelming, and your hand falters, slipping as the figure tightens their grip.

“Almost there,” they murmur, their hand tightening in the air, pulling harder as your SOUL flickers like a dying light.

You grit your teeth, summoning every ounce of strength left in your body, but it’s not enough. Your vision begins to fade, darkness creeping in from the edges as your SOUL starts to tear away from you, your very essence slipping through your fingers.

Your hand drops limply to your side, the last of your energy draining away. This is it. You can feel it—your SOUL is slipping from your grasp, and you’re too powerless to stop it.

Then, just as the world begins to go black, you hear a sound—faint, but unmistakable. A charging of energy, followed by a familiar voice, low and dangerous.

“i’m gonna fucking kill you.”

For a moment, you think you’re imagining it, that maybe this is what the end sounds like. But then there’s a crackle, a sudden surge of energy, and the figure looming over you recoils, startled. Your body feels lighter, the crushing weight on your chest easing as the grip on your SOUL loosens.

You blink, struggling to focus, and through the fog, you see him—Sans. He’s standing there, his normally laid-back posture gone, replaced by something cold, lethal. His glowing blue eye burns with a fury you’ve never seen before, raw and unfiltered.

The figure straightens, their mocking smile faltering for the first time. They glance between you and Sans, assessing the new threat, but the power radiating off of Sans is undeniable.

He’s not joking. He’s not making a lazy quip or downplaying the situation. There’s murder in his eyes, and it’s directed at the person who dared to hurt you.

Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion as Sans approaches, the crackle of his magic buzzing in the air around him. He sees you on the ground, your hand limp, your SOUL nearly torn away, and something inside him snaps. All the lazy grins, the jokes, the walls he’s built up—they crumble in an instant.

All that’s left is rage.

Sans knows what they see when they look at him: “Sans—1 ATK, 1 DEF—the easiest enemy. Can only deal 1 damage.” He’s a joke in the grand scheme of power, a lazy skeleton with no real strength. But he’s never been about brute strength. His power is precision, timing, and his will to protect what matters. They underestimated him. And now, they’re going to regret it.

The second he saw that figure standing over you, pulling at your SOUL like it was theirs to take, his mind went blank. No jokes. No humor. No sarcasm. Just pure, seething anger.

“burn in hell.”

The words come out low, cold, deadly. There’s no room for mercy here. He watches as the figure recoils, sensing the change in the air. Good. They should be afraid. They’ve made the worst mistake of their life by going after you.

Sans steps forward, and his glowing blue eye flares brighter, his magic swirling around him, ready to tear them apart. The figure’s smug grin falters as they realize what they’re up against.

They lunge toward him, but Sans is faster. With a flick of his wrist, bones shoot up from the ground, surrounding the figure, effectively trapping them. He utilizes his blue magic, slamming them into the ground with brutal force, and they stagger back, caught off guard by the intensity of the attack.

His glare is ice-cold. His focus is razor-sharp, every part of him keyed into the singular goal of making sure this person never threatens you again. He’s tired of holding back, tired of pretending he doesn’t care, and now, it’s all coming out in as a display of overwhelming power.

The figure tries to fight back, summoning their own magic, but Sans is relentless. His attacks are harsh, precise, and unforgiving, each blow fueled by the thought of what almost happened to you. He won’t let them win. He won’t let anyone take you from him.

Your SOUL begins to steady, the connection growing stronger as the figure’s hold on it weakens. Slowly, painfully, you push yourself up, your body still trembling from the ordeal.

As you regain some your strength, you feel the energy in the air shift. Sans is in control, and it’s clear that the figure doesn’t stand a chance. With one final, devastating blow, Sans hurls them back, slamming them against the alley wall with a sickening thud.

The figure crumples to the ground, motionless. Their body dusting away, dissipating into the air like smoke.

Sans stands over them, breathing hard, his glowing eye still blazing with the remnants of his rage. But when he looks back at you, something softens. He takes a step toward you, his expression torn between relief and something else—something deeper, more tender.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just stands there, his eyes scanning you, making sure you’re really okay. The rage has burned out, but the rawness remains, unspoken between you.

And in that moment, you realize again—Sans had been so, so afraid of losing you.

The alley is quiet now, the only sound the faint hum of leftover magic dissipating into the night. You’re still on the ground, every breath shallow, your body trembling from the strain of what just happened. Your SOUL, though no longer under attack, feels frail, as if one wrong move could tear you apart.

Sans is still standing over the figure’s empty cloak, his glowing blue eye slowly fading, though his breathing is still ragged, heavy with the weight of what just unfolded. His fists are clenched at his sides, as if he’s holding onto the last bit of his rage, but then his eyes flicker back to you—slumped, barely able to sit up—and something breaks inside him.

He takes a step toward you, and then another, his usual slouched posture gone, replaced by something more raw, more urgent. His steps falter when he gets close, and he kneels down beside you, his hands hovering, unsure where to touch without causing you more pain. His breathing is shaky, and when he finally speaks, his voice is so quiet, so unsteady, you almost don’t recognize it.

“kid…” His voice cracks, the weight of the word heavy, barely a whisper. He doesn’t know what to say, how to make sense of the fear still twisting in his chest. For all the timelines, all the resets, all the losses he’s had to endure—seeing you like this, isn’t something he was ready for.

He reaches out, his hand hovering over yours for a second before he gently grips it, his fingers trembling. His breath hitches, and for the first time, you see tears forming in the corners of his eyes, shimmering faintly in the low light of the alley.

You try to tell him you’ll be fine, but you can’t even manage that. Your body is too weak, and you’re still reeling from the experience of having your SOUL nearly torn from you. A faint, pained noise escapes your throat instead, and Sans’ face twists, panic flaring in his eyes.

For the first time, you see him completely unguarded, the walls he’s always held up around himself in shambles. He lightly squeezes your hand, his grip gentle, but the tremor in his hand betrays his calm facade. His face tightens, his usual lazy grin nowhere to be found. His eyes—those usually half-lidded, carefree eyes—are wide, glassy with emotion you’ve never seen him show before.

“i… i almost lost you.” The words are barely a whisper, shaky and uneven, as if saying them aloud makes the fear more real. His grip on your hand tightens, fingers trembling. Just as quickly, he retracts his hand, afraid his touch will cause you to shatter.

“shit… i-i should’ve been faster,” he mutters, his voice cracking under the strain.

You try again to speak, to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that you’re still here, that he saved you. But you can’t. The words just don’t come, and the effort is too much.

Sans looks down at you, his breath hitching, and that’s when you see it—tears, welling up in the corners of his eyes. He’s trying to hold them back, to stay strong, but the emotions are hitting him all at once. You’re dying, he has dust on his hands, and he doesn’t know how to make any of this right. l

He’s never let himself feel like this before, never let anyone see him break, but here he is, kneeling beside you, his hands trembling as he tries to figure out how to help you or ease your pain.

“you… you almost…” His voice breaks completely, and he finally lets out a shaky breath, one tear sliding down his cheek as he squeezes his eyes shut. “i’m so sorry—fuck! i… i keep going without you. i can’t.”

His words come out in a rush, essentially word vomit, and you can see how deeply it’s affecting him, how mortified he was of losing you. The one person who’s always been able to get under his skin, the one person he’s let himself care about despite every wall he’s built. He’s crumbling now, right in front of you, and there’s nothing you can do but lie there, watching as he struggles to hold it all together.

“you were always the tough one, y’know?” His voice quivers, it breaks your heart to see him so scared.

“hell, i don’t… i don’t know even how to live without you,” he says, his voice a low, trembling whisper. “i can’t… i’m not strong enough to this alone.”

You want to tell him he is. You want to reach out and touch his hand, to let him know that he’s stronger than he thinks, that he saved you, that you’re still here because of him. But all you can do is look up at him, barely able to keep your eyes open, hoping that he understands what you’re trying to say without words.

Sans swipes at his face with the back of his sleeve, trying to wipe away the tears, but more keep coming. His eyes meet yours, and in that moment, it’s like every wall he’s ever put up between the two of you is gone. He’s completely, devastatingly vulnerable, and it’s breaking him.

He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “don’t you dare leave me,” he pleads, his voice shaking. “please… don’t leave me.”

For a moment, he looks like he’s about to collapse, his entire body trembling with the burden of what happened. He leans his forehead against yours, his breath warm and shaky against your skin.

“please,” he begs again, his voice raw with emotion.

You feel the faintest flicker of strength return to you, and with every ounce of energy you have left, you manage to move your hand just enough to brush against his. It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to let him know that you’re still here, that you’re not going anywhere.

His breath hitches again, but this time, there’s a flicker of relief in his eyes as he grips your hand tightly in his.

And for a moment, you both stay there, surrounded by the quiet of the night, the world still reeling from what happened. It took two near-death experiences—one of his own and now yours—for Sans to finally let you in, but now that he has, he has made it clear he will never let you go.

(some fluff here as the resolution because it’s too short to be it’s own subpart.)

The days after your injury are a blur of slow recovery, and through it all, Sans is a constant presence. He’s never been one to express his feelings openly, but now, in the quiet moments when he thinks you don’t notice, his actions speaks louder than words. His patience is endless—he never rushes you, never gets frustrated when your recovery takes longer than expected. Instead, he’s there with you every step of the way, offering quiet reassurances and gentle touches that convey more than he could ever say out loud.

It’s in the way he tucks you in at night. He waits until he thinks you’re fully asleep, the room dark and quiet except for the soft hum of the lamp by his chair. You feel the gentle tug of the blanket as he pulls it up over your shoulders, making sure you’re warm and comfortable. Sometimes, you catch him brushing a lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a little too long as if to reassure himself that you’re really there, safe and sound.

“goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispers softly, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room, and you pretend to be asleep, not wanting to break the gentle quiet of the moment.

In the mornings, he’s there with breakfast, bringing it to your bedside with a soft grin that melts away your hesitation about needing help. When your hands are too shaky to hold a spoon, he doesn’t hesitate. He sits by your side, patiently feeding you with careful hands, never making you feel embarrassed or burdensome.

“take your time,” he murmurs, his voice calm and soothing as he holds the spoon for you, his thumb gently brushing against your hand in quiet reassurance. His eyes never leave yours, watching you carefully to make sure you’re okay.

Even when you have nightmares—those fever-induced night terrors that leave you gasping for breath—Sans is there, no matter how tired he is. You remember waking up, disoriented and panicked, the nightmare still clinging to the edges of your mind, and before you can say a word, he’s already at your side.

“shh, you’re alright, sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice low and gentle as he presses a cool cloth to your forehead. His hand finds yours in the dark, his grip steady and warm, grounding you back in reality. You can see the exhaustion in his eyes, the way his eyelids droop from lack of sleep, but he never once complains. Instead, he stays with you until the nightmares fade, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of your hand, his presence a quiet comfort in the darkness. “shh, i’m still here. you’re safe.”

On days when you feel strong enough to move around, Sans is always nearby, hovering just out of sight, ready to catch you if you stumble. One afternoon, as you try to make your way across the room, your legs give out beneath you. Panic floods your chest, but before you can fall, Sans is there, his arms wrapping around you with surprising strength.

“i gotcha,” he says softly, holding you close for a moment before helping you back to your feet. His touch is firm but gentle, and even as your legs wobble, he never lets go until he’s sure you’re steady. He guides you back to the bed, his hand lingering on your waist for just a second longer, and when you finally sit down, he gives you a soft smile.

“no rush, sweetheart,” he says, his tone light but full of warmth. “you’ll get there.”

Through all of this—his care, his patience, his quiet presence—Sans never complains. Not once does he act like any of it is a burden. In fact, he seems genuinely happy to help you, to be there for you in ways you never expected. His actions speak volumes about how much he cares, even if he doesn’t always say it outright.

And then, one evening, after another day of slow progress, you’re sitting on the couch together, wrapped in a blanket with his arm resting lightly around your shoulders. The room is quiet, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over both of you. Sans has been uncharacteristically quiet, his usual teasing remarks replaced with something softer, something more thoughtful.

“y’know,” he starts, his voice hushed and hesitant, “you really scared me back there.”

You look up at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. His usual grin is gone, replaced by something more serious, more raw. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the weight of everything you’ve both been through hangs in the air between you.

“i didn’t know if you’d pull through,” he admits, his thumb gently tracing the curve of your shoulder. “and i… i don’t even wanna think about what i'd do without you.”

Your heart tightens at his words, the emotion in his voice making your chest ache. You reach up, your hand gently resting on his as you meet his gaze.

“I’m still here,” you whisper, your voice soft but full of reassurance. “Like I promised.”

Sans lets out a shaky breath, his hand tightening around yours. “good,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible as he leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. “’cause i don’t think i could handle another scare, sweetheart.”

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as the kiss deepens, and for a moment, the world fades away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady beat of your heart

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are soft, full of emotion as he looks at you. “been meanin’ to do that for a while now,” he admits with a quiet chuckle, his usual grin returning, though it’s softer, more genuine.

You smile, your heart full as you lean into his chest. “Me too.”

From that moment on, everything between you and Sans changes. The care he shows you doesn’t stop—in fact, it only deepens. He still tucks you in at night, thinking you don’t notice. He still feeds you when you’re too weak, still catches you when you stumble, still holds you through the nightmares. But now, there’s something more between you—a love that’s grown quietly, steadily, in the space between all the small gestures and patient moments.

And every time he calls you sweetheart now, it’s not just an affectionate nickname—it’s a reminder of everything you’ve been through together, of the quiet, unwavering love that’s grown between you, one tender moment at a time.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Arizona Robbin x reader - Bonding over a trauma

First posted on my Wattpad - arizona_is_my_wife

Word count: 965 (including A/N)

Arizona's POV: Owen - "Incoming trauma people, multiple car collisions 5 injured and critical 2 dead on site be ready!" Great. I've just got out a  surgery on a kid who needed a new bowel but there was some complications so it ran over and I was in the OR for like 11 hours and now this? Don't get me wrong I adore my job but I just want to sleep. I go and get a trauma gown on and wait for the ambulances.  Y/N - "Hey I assume you got called down here for the trauma as well?" 

Y/N's a cardiothoracic surgeon whom I happen to have a massive high school style crush on, she's a god. Like I don't think I've ever seen her lose a patient. Sure she may not cure them all the way and might have just bought them a couple more months but, that's better than dying on the table and if she couldn't do anything no one else could've. Arizona - "Yeah I was, I hope it's not too bad because I just got out of a really long surgery so I want to sleep so bad" Y/N - "I feel you, I just got done with a CABG it didn't take long only 5 hours but I've been at work since 4:30am for pre rounds and it now what? 6:30pm." Arizona - "Man that's rough, wanna grab a drink at Joe's after this?" Y/N - "Sure, I could do with some alcohol." Our conversation was short lived as we heard the wail of the ambulance siren rapidly approaching. Paramedic - "Female, 17 years old, multiple lacerations to the abdomen and chest, presumably a broken leg and a foreign body lodged in her chest!" Y/N - "Thank you we've got it from here."

Time skip

We managed to stitch up all her other wounds and stabilise her leg until Callie can come look at it and now we're trying to figure out what object is sitting dangerously close to her heart. I go and collect the scans to show y/n. Arizona - "Well, it doesn't look like glass." Y/N - "Definitely not glass. Wait.." Arizona - "What, what? Did you see something?" Y/N - "Crap! That's pushing  right on her left ventricle we need to get her to an OR now before it penetrates it and she bleeds out!" 

We rush her into an OR and crack her chest.  Y/N - "In all my years of being a surgeon I have never seen a girl with a piece of number plate (license plate) in her chest, what about you Robbins?" Arizona - "Yeah no, this is a first for me too."

As we continued to operate nothing went wrong, like I said, god. So before I knew it, it was time to close and for Callie to come in and fix her leg. We left an intern to close because we both just wanted out of the hospital at that point.

We walked to Joe's and sat at a table and ordered drinks, I got a vodka and lemonade she got a beer. We sat in silence for a while until she spoke up Y/N - "You know, we should really hang out more, your a very fun person to be around. You're so bubbly and fun so.. yeah just an idea." It was cute because I could tell she was nervous and in all fairness I was nervous to reply because I didn't want to screw this up. Arizona - "I'd love that, you're a very nice person to be around too y/n."

Y/N POV: For weeks we have been flirting, weeks. Yet neither one of us has made a move. This is the closest we have got to asking the other out ever, so, I took it upon myself to make an even bigger move. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and fit perfectly against mine. I felt her melt into the kiss and all my nerves around the whole situation evaporated. Her hand trailed its way from her lap to my cheek and the other to my hip. I took the incentive to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. At this point air was becoming a problem so we pulled apart. Arizona - "I know it might be a bit soon so no pressure but because we've know each other for a while and with all the flirting I just assumed we could skip the whole 'talking' stage and just got straight to being girlfriends I mean if you don't want to it's fine like I said no pressure or anything.." As she rambled I just stared right into her blue orbs, they're so mesmerising and just downright gorgeous. She stopped talking to that made me snap out of my trance.  Arizona - "So?" Y/N - "Arizona, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."  She smiled ear to ear as I pulled her into my embrace. She buried her head into my shoulder and we just sat there for a bit before deciding to crash at her place for the night. 

As we layed in her bed she was cuddling me, my head was in her chest and my arms around her like a koala. She wrapped her arms around my tired frame and rested her head atop mine and whispered sweet nothings into my ear as we fell into a peaceful slumber.

Don't get me wrong it was a tragic accident and I would never wish it upon anyone ever but, I am happy the trauma came in because otherwise this wouldn't of happened, I wouldn't have Arizona. My Arizona <3

A/N: First post!! It's not the best but, what'd you think? Remember to leave requests :)

[moonbeamwritings]

this is for my migraine girlies and my migraine girlies ONLY

warnings: nausea description and vomit mention

Tonight was supposed to be fun, you think bitterly as you slump into a free seat on the train. Instead, the second you sat down at the restaurant hours earlier, a drink in hand and food on the way, you felt the familiar, creeping pain of a migraine start to settle behind your eyes. Naively, you thought it wouldn’t be too bad. You thought that with food and a glass or two of water under your belt, you’d be fine, that the dull ache in your head would subside.

But oh, how wrong you were. The dull throb wormed its way deeper and deeper into your temples until you found that even the crisp night air on the walk to the movie theater around the corner did little to ease the nauseous feeling making its home in the pit of your stomach. You knew you should tell Tetsurou that you weren’t feeling well — you knew that he’d understand; but you hadn’t had a date night in weeks, and you couldn’t bring yourself to dull the sparkle in his eyes as you sat down in the theater. He’d been waiting for this movie to come out for months, and you couldn’t bring yourself to cut the night short.

The bright screen and the thundering sound effects only worked to exacerbate your symptoms, leaving you rubbing at your temples and willing your stomach to settle for nearly the entire runtime. And as you made your way back to the train station, you faked conversation as best you could.

“That was awesome!” Tetsurou announced excitedly, moving your intertwined hands through the space between you as he analyzed the different scenes and characters.

“Oh she was my favorite,” you chime in, forcing a smile as your head seemed to be splitting in two. “She was definitely cooler in this one than in the last one!”

“Right!?”

Riding the train was pure torture, your stomach flips and turns, your vision swimming as images and buildings flash by the windows. You bounce your leg in a feeble attempt to distract yourself.

“Hey,” Tetsurou questions from his spot in front of you, a finger tapping against the crown of your head as his other hand holds the railing to steady himself. “You alright, angel? You look pale.”

You close your eyes for a moment as another pang of pain washes over your forehead, feeling as if an axe is being driven through your skull. Weakly, you force yourself to nod. “Mm, I’m alright.”

His palm rests flat on your head before he gently ruffles your hair. The motion and the warmth of his hand gives you a brief flash of relief. You sigh at the feeling. “Feeling tired?”

“Mhm.”

Tetsurou eyes you carefully, his hand migrating down to stroke your cheek. His brows furrow when he catches your gaze, and seeming to sense that something isn’t right, he replies, “We’re almost home, okay?”

Almost there, you think, counting the remaining stops in your head.

4... 3... 2... 1...

The long, agonizing minutes between your stop and the one before it have you bouncing your leg faster, sweat starting to bead along your brow. You felt hot and shaky all at once, like you were about to crawl out of your skin. Your tongue flashes out to wet your dry lips. If I don’t get off this train now, you think with clenched teeth, I’ll be throwing up in public tonight. You squeeze your eyes shut when the train pulls up to your stop, and you feel unsteady on your feet as Tetsurou guides you to the platform, a comforting hand resting against the small of your back.

Your apartment is a short walk from the station, going by quickly as you’re too focused on steadying your stomach to pay much attention to the familiar path along the sidewalk, through the lobby, and up in the elevator. When you finally, finally, reach your apartment, your hands shake as you try to get the key in the lock. Tears of frustration and pain start to well in your eyes.

“Hey,” Tetsurou calls gently, taking the key from your hand, “Let me get it, okay? Are you sure you’re alright?”

With the comfort of your apartment waiting just behind a single, locked door, and with Tetsurou’s soft, caring voice washing over you, you finally break. The migraine that had been mounting all night has now reached its peak and you finally allow yourself to cry.

Tetsurou is quick to push the door open and bring you inside, pulling you into a hug that keeps your head tucked just beneath his chin. “Oh, angel.” He coos sweetly, rubbing your back. “What’s wrong?”

You’re dragged into a vicious loop, where the tears make your head throb more, which causes even more tears. You feel pathetic and childish when you know you shouldn’t, hating to be doted on for something that you should’ve been prepared for — you feel like the image of a child, tired and unwell, telling their parents they’ve just thrown up.

“I have the worst migraine, Tetsu.” It’s a meek response, one that has your breath fanning his neck and your eyes clenching shut.

He tuts, squeezing you closer. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t wanna ruin date night.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined a thing.” He kisses your hairline once, twice. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s not your fault.”

He breaks away to lead you down the hall, your vision spotting as you manage to lower yourself to the edge of your bed. Tetsurou doesn’t let you lift a finger — taking your shoes off for you, changing you into your pajamas before leaving you in the dark, quiet embrace of your bedroom.

“I’ll be back.” It’s a promise that leaves you aching for his return, and when he finally does, he drops migraine medication and a cold glass of water into your palms.

“Take those and then we’ll try to get some sleep, okay?”

It takes you a while to settle once you’re beneath the covers, feeling hot and cold all at once as your head pounds. Before Tetsurou joins you, he presses a cool compress to your head, just how you like it. The room is pitch black and deathly quiet when he finally crawls into bed, his hand finding yours beneath the sheets. His thumb traces a pattern along your skin, a welcome distraction from the pain.

“Is there anything else I can do?” His voice is barely above a whisper, and even in the darkness you can sense the softness in his gaze.

“No, thank you.”

That night, you’re up and down, making frequent treks to the bathroom to feel the cool tile beneath your thighs and linger by the edge of the toilet bowl. Bile rises and falls in your throat, but it never comes. Tears of frustration and discomfort travel down the apples of your cheeks as you lean back against the tub. Tetsurou comes to sit beside you, a hand on your thigh.

“Tetsu, it’s late,” you remind him, your head on his shoulder, eyes closed as you will the nausea to subside.

“I know, but I can’t sleep if you’re not feeling well.”

He sits beside you on the bathroom floor through the dry heaving and the threat of vomit, uncaring that you’re a sweaty, shivering mess. When you feel well enough to stand, he guides you back to bed and coaxes you into his arms.

The silence is broken by the sound of a hum that you can feel rumble through his chest. “I love you.”

You can feel it. You can feel it in the way Tetsurou’s arm tugs you close to his chest, can feel it in the ginger way he speaks and the tender way he’d prepped you for bed. No boyfriend had ever even tried to care for you like this, had ever spent an hour sitting next to you on the bathroom floor. Love seeps into your blood just as the medication does, and you know you’ll feel better in the morning as long as he’s by your side.

You kiss the column of his throat once, nuzzling your nose against his skin. “I love you, too.”

[rorywritesjunk]

(😌😌😌 I got a tummy ache from eating too many cookies at work so here's the next part.)

pt 1 + pt 2 + pt 3 + pt 4 + pt 5 + pt 6 + pt 7 + pt 8 + pt 9 + pt 10 + pt 11 + pt 12 + pt 13 + pt 13.5 + pt 14 + pt 15

pt 11

It... It was miserable. Every time the door opened, Sunny would look up, expecting Buggy to march through the door, asking why she was so sad, that she should smile because he was fine! There was nothing to be sad about!

Four months of sadness, denial, anger, everything.

She visited her family during that time, taking a few weeks to see her parents, her cousins and aunts and uncles. She put on a fake smile, acted like nothing was wrong, no, she didn't have a boyfriend, she was far too busy with her apprenticeship to even think of that.

Her parents could tell something was wrong but they waited until the middle of her visit to ask.

"Nothing! Nothing is wrong." Sunny insisted, smiling brightly as she cleaned the kitchen. "Why would you think that?"

"Because we're your parents and we can tell." Windy told her as she sipped her drink. Blue, her husband, nodded. "We're worried."

"Well, nothing to be worried about. I'm fine." Sunny said as she started filling the sink with water. "Just tired, you know. There's a lot of business at that little shop."

"She's not working you too hard, is she?" Blue frowned. "If you're not happy there, you can stay home. You don't have to go back."

Sunny paused for a moment, listening to her father's suggestion. She could. Why should she bother going back? The last year she had been focused on fulfilling her apprenticeship to join Buggy on his ship but now that was out of the question. It wasn't going to happen.

"Sweetheart?" Blue asked. "You sure you want to go back?"

"I do, yea." Sunny replied as she started scrubbing a skillet. "I meet a lot of interesting people there, you know. I was able to go onboard a ship and meet Whitebeard! He's so tall!"

Her parents shared a look; her mom looked back over at her. "If you're sure, we won't push you. We just want you to be happy."

"I am happy, really." Sunny smiled. "I like what I do. Thank you, though."

~

She wrote in her journal that she missed Buggy. She wished nothing had happened, that maybe the last time they saw each other she should have told him how she felt, but back then she really wasn't sure. It had been just after his birthday, she was so happy to see him, it didn't occur to her it would be the last time they went out together.

~

Miss Pins seemed a little surprised to see Sunny when she returned. Did her boss think she gave up already?

Sunny decided she wasn't ready to give up. She'd keep trying. She would keep helping customers, building up her skills, and even if she couldn't gift Buggy a fancy captain's hat and jacket then fine, she would do it for someone else. Make them flashy, stand out, even if she didn't think they would be anything like him.

She worked hard, listening to tips from the older apprentices, helping Miss Pins with customer measurements, taking notes, everything. She wanted to be the best.

A few weeks later, after a particularly busy day ended with a customer making her feel uneasy, she went out to get a crepe. It was a little bittersweet, remembering getting there with Buggy several times, and as she sat down, taking a bite, she felt tears in her eyes. The food was tasteless, giving her no joy in the sweetness as she thought of him.

She chewed it slowly with a sniffle before swallowing. Was it always going to be like this? They weren't even together. They were just friends.

If she could see him again she would tell him how she felt. Sunny regretted not doing it before.

As she forced herself to enjoy the crepe, someone approached her. She tried to ignore them, not wanting to talk to a stranger, but when their hand reached out, their finger scooping a bit of the whipped cream off the crepe, she looked up, ready to shout at them to back off, but she froze when the hand returned to its owner.

He looked smug, his blue hair was pulled back, and he had a little bit of scruff on his face, but Buggy stood there, licking his finger clean.

"Miss me?"

[lover-girl-estxx]

hi!! i’ve absolutely been devouring your ufc fics lol. just wondering if you can do a sean strickland x reader where she discovers she’s pregnant and tells sean? maybe it can go through like the whole pregnancy up to the birth? just take it and run with it!! i can’t stop seeing sean as a girl dad bahaha! thank you💗

Dad Strickland

"are you sure you'll be fine?" he asked in the doorway of our bathroom "Yeah peach it's just a little cold promise" I said from our bed. i had been throwing up the past to mornings and a headache "i'll come back early today" "don't worry" he kissed my head "love you bye" "Love you" he walked out closing the door. I did not have a cold at all nor was I sick my period was late and Sean's Sean so me being pregnant was not unlikely. So I put some sweats on and grabbed my keys, I drove to the closed CVS and grabbed a test before going to the check out.

"Babe?" Sean said as I opened my car door "Sean what are you doing here?" I threw the bag into the car "getting me and the guys more Monsters I thought you were sick" he smiled "I am I came to get some sprite and bananas" I sighed and slightly smiled "okay," he said unsure "well i'll see you at home" he kissed my head "yeah!" I nodded.

It sat on the bathroom sink, me on the toilet cover. I was nervous you know Sean hasn't really said for sure that he wanted kids he had made comments how it would be nice but he didn't know how good of a dad he would be or if kids is really something he wants and he just feels he has too.

I sighed and and flipped the test 'Positive' I smiled "oh my god" my eyes started to water I slightly squealed. At this point I don't even really care what Sean has to say i'm super happy!.

I heard the front door open a few hours later, I put the test in my pocket and pretty much ran down the stairs. "sprite can do a lot I guess" he said putting his gym bag down "yeah," I smiled widely "come sit with me" I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch. "whats up?" he put his arm on the back of the couch "I have to tell you something! but don't be nervous okay?" "okay?" his brows going together "I don't have a cold the reason I was at CVS because i'm pregnant" I smiled "what?" "I got test this morning and its positive" "really?" I sighed and nodded he took a deep breath and put his head in his hands "sean your making me a little nervous" I whispered.

He looked up his eyes slightly watered "baby i'm so excited" he smiled I smiled back and wrapped my arms around him, he did the same "we have a doctors appointment tomorrow morning" I said kissed his cheek.

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"you are about a month along!" the nurse said "really? that far?" I asked she nodded "sometimes it people don't know till they have a baby" I looked to Sean he pushed his brows together same as me "when can we know the gender?" he asked "well if you do a blood test you can find out in 9-10 weeks but it won't be for sure, or wait till 18-24 weeks" "how long is that?" Sean asked "like 4-6 months" I replied he groaned "thats a long time" I nodded.

We were driving back home in Seans Tesla which he was driving the speed limit which I don't think hes ever done before "when can I tell people?" he asked "after the first trimester which is three months" "why?" he held my hand "just to make sure gos right" he nodded and slightly bit his lip "i'll be okay promise Peach" I smiled and rubbed his cheek "k" he smiled.

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Month 2 Weeks

"Babe where are you?" he said coming back from the gym "kitchen!" he came in "why are you up?" I giggled "i'm hungry and your hungry soo" "no go sit down i'll finish" "no it's fine" "go sit" "okay Peach" I softly grabbed his chin and pecked his lips.

-- Seans POV --

I heard her turn her show on and get cozy on the couch. I finished up dinner and made her a plate and got her a drink, I walked around the couch "her-" she was dead asleep shes been falling asleep everywhere and anytime. She softly snored and brought the throw pillow closer to her, she sighed and slightly opened her eyes "is the food ready?" she whispered "yeah" I chuckled as she sat up and I handed her the bowl.

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2 Months

"oh" the nurse said "what?" I asked Y/n looked up at me "nothing" the nurse added "you can't do that. is everything okay?" Y/n asked "i can't say but everything is fine health wise" Y/n looked unsure up at me as the woman moved the thing around on her stomach. The doctor finally came in "okay so I have some news for you guys!" she smiled "yes?!" Y/n said "you guys are pregnant with..Twins!" Y/ns mouth opened and laughed "I am?!" "she is?!" she nodded "they are both very healthy! there is baby 1 and right next to that is baby 2" she pointed on the screen, I looked down to Y/n with a wide smile on her face.

We walked out she was holding my hand and started slightly jumping up and down "i'm excited and Nervous!! oh my god are you excited?!" she looked up at me "i'm excited!" i smiled she smiled wider "I can't wait!" she grabbed the back of my neck pulling me down and kissing me.

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3 Months

--Y/ns POV --

We invited all our close family to the house and we made dinner, no friends I was kinda tell mine at brunch in a few day and me and Sean are going to the gym together and tell the guys tomorrow. We were sitting at the table "here guys me and sean got you guys something" I smiled handing mine and his mom a envelope, they both opened them "oh my god really?!" my mom asked I nodded she hugged me "look it's twins!" dawn (seans mom) said she handed the ultrasound to Seans brother and SIL, she hugged me too "careful mom" Sean said as his brother gave him a shoulder pat. "I can bring you all the boys stuff like they're cribs and stuff" my sister said "i'll let you" she walked away "i'm not putting my kids in her hippy cribs" Sean whispered to me I looked up and smiled patting his chest "I know" he scoffed a laugh.

They had all left, Sean walked his brother out while I was cleaning up the plates and all the trash. "what are you doing?" he asked "cleaning up?" I shrugged "go sit down i'll clean up" "no its fine you did a lot of the cooking" I kept grabbing the plate "your also 3 months pregnant with twins so go sit down" he took them from me "fine" I went to the couch.

It was the next morning and we were getting ready for the gym, I put leggings and one of Sean's shirts. "I'm tired" I yawned "you want to stay home?" He asked coming up behind me "no I'm fine promise" "you sure?" I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, I nodded he leaned down and kiss me moving his hands to under my butt "we're not gonna make it the way your kissing me right now" I said pecked his lips and moved away "is that so bad?" he said and shrugged "yes, come on" I called over my shoulder. I was about to go down the stairs he lifted me up "what are you doing!?" I smiled "no more stairs for you" I giggled.

He opened the car door for me and helped me out "thank you" he grabbed my hand "how do I tell people your pregnant?" "how ever you want to" "we did it so much that I finally knocked you up?" he smiled "I would perfer something else but thats fine" "i'll figure something else out" he laughed opening the gym door. Sean was pretty excited he was just about the only one in the gym with no kids, Chris just had a kid Eric has three. "hey Mrs. Strickland!" Eric said making me smile "hi coach Nicksick!" he smiled.

They were all standing around after wresting about to end "guys I got something to say," I watched most of the guys roll they're eyes making me smile "i don't know what to say but Y/ns pregnant! with twins" he smiled, they all jumped around him then they all came over and hugged me "do you know what they are?" Chris asked "next month!" he nodded "give us two more fighters" I chuckled "two more seans? I don't know about that" he laughed.

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4 Months

I had on a light purple sundress Sean had on the same thing he wore everyday "is that good?" he asked setting up the camera, I nodded "perfect," I smiled "come on I can't wait!" he smiled and sat next to me. "what do you want?" he asked "boy and girl so I don't have to give birth third time" "i'll be happy with anything!" "now you make me sound like a bitch" "no" he smiled and rubbed my back. "baby B and I have Baby A" we both made a cupcake in front of us "ready?" he whispered I nodded we both smiled and bite our cupcakes, I pulled mine back Pink we both turned our cupcakes to each other both of our cupcakes were pink "oh my god!" I laughed wrapping my arms around him. He held me tight smiling "are you happy?" I whisper in his ear "baby i'm more then happy" I pulled back and softly grabbed his chin kissing him.

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5 Months

"give me all the names" Sean said as we sat on the bed

"April, Scarlet, blayke, Sage, Cleo , Anastasia and Sidney"

"blake? Thats a boy so no thats my veto"

"Okay" I chuckled "what would you chose?" he asked me

"I think Cleo and Sidney are cute"

"Sage and Sidney" I smiled "perfect peach!" he pulled me into him "I thought that would take longer" I nodded "I guess we're just better than everyone else" I shrugged.

"I got you something" Sean said from the front door "whats that?" I asked from the couch, he brought a huge amazon package to me "do we have room for this?" he nodded and handed me his keys to open the box "thanks". I opened it and pulled out a pregnancy pillow "oh my god I wanted this!!" I pulled it out laying with it "thank you peach!" he kissed my head "my lips" he smiled and kissed me.

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6 Months

I sat on the floor of the girls room, in a pair of shorts and sports bra. It was hot as fuck in Vegas in the summer and I was trying to put these cribs together while Sean was training "this makes no sense!" I groaned throwing the info paper. I started to try again before sighing and going to get up, which I guess I couldn't do. So I laid back and grabbed my phone, the dog joining me.

"what are you doing?" Sean slightly chuckling "I thought I could put these together but I can't and then I got stuck down here" I groaned he laughed "come here" he stood over me as I put my hands out he pulled me up "thank you" I said tired he kissed me "how are all my girls?" "Tired and hungry and upset" I put my hands on his shoulders "why are you upset?" He rubbed my lower back "because I wanted to set they're room up" I pouted as my eyes started to water he sighed "I'll make you something to eat then set the cribs up while you nap okay?" I nodded and he pulled my head to his chest rubbing my back kissing my head.

I was sitting in our bed Watching TV and he brought me a big plate of food "thank you peach!" I smiled and he nodded and kissed me "yeah! I'm gonna go do the cribs k?" "You sure you don't need help?" "Yeah I'll get it done quick" "okay" he pecked my lips before going back into the girls room.

When I woke up later I grabbed my phone and checked the time '6:48pm'. I walked into the the room he had them both set up and a was putting sheets on they're small bed "you already finished?' I yawned "yeah! they look good right?" "they look great! thank you" "i'm gonna work on the shelves tomorrow my brother is gonna come over and help me" "your already such a good daddy" I smiled and leaned up and kissed him "thanks" he lightly blushed and looked down I kissed his cheek over and over.

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8 Months

"you shouldn't go its to hot" Sean said putting his boots on "I like watching you do interviews though!" "I packed you a lunch if you still think you have to go" "you did?" I stood in front of him hands on my back he nodded "yeah and you need to take water" "I love you so much your so cute!" I kissed the top of his head. He opened his truck door for me helping me get in "here" he handed me a pillow and the lunch bag I smiled.

"did you want to get tea or something?" he asked "no i'm good thank you" I smiled "you sure?" I nodded and kissed his hand that he held. "Hi!" I smiled and hugged Nina "hi how are you?!" she smiled "i'm good you?" "great!". "Nina you have an extra chair for her?" Sean asked "it's fine babe I can stand" "you don't have to though" "yeah I have one" she said grabbing me one "thank you" I smiled. He brought me a water before going and sitting in front of the camera, "sean your gonna be a dad in like to months hows that?" "i'm happy yeah" he smiled and blushed lightly "what are you having?" Nina knew but for the interview "twins both girls!" "did you want a boy?" "yeah and maybe one down the road but i'm still very very grateful and happy about two girls" "are they gonna shoot?" he nodded "yes their mom does its only right" "how is Sean with you being pregnant?" she asked looking to me "10 out of 10," I smiled as she waved me over, he pulled me down on to his knee "he packs lunches and rubs my feet and puts cribs together. Hes great!" he rubbed my back "you heard it here Sean Strickland is in the kitchen" she laughed.

"are you going to the gym later?" I asked as we drove back to the house from Nina's "no," he shook his head "why whats up?" "I just wanted to watch movies tonight after I make dinner" "i'll order something or cook your to big to cook" I gasped "I mean it's hard on your feet and stuff" he smiled making me chuckle "i'll bet".

We were sitting on the couch Seans head by my stomach and his hand resting flat on my stomach while our movie played. A light kick landed on his hand "you feel that?" he asked sitting up slightly I nodded and smiled. This was his favorite thing laying next to me his hand resting on my stomach hoping to feel one small kick. He lifted the white T shirt of his that I wore and kissed my belly "your already such a good daddy" I smiled and rubbed his head he smiled shutting his eyes waiting for another kick.

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9 months

I was hanging and doing last minute things in the girls room when I feel water go down my legs then a sharp pain "oww," I sat in the rocking chair "Sean!" he came in from his gun room "you okay?" he asked coming over to me missing the puddle of water "my water broke can't you see?!" "i'm sorry yes I see baby...come here" he helped me up "you think we should wait?" "no go right now" "you have to pay more" "I don't care" "okay I have to change can you put the bags in the car?" he nodded.

"I don't wanna do this" I said in the bed more pain shooting through me "okay" he ran his fingers through my hair and wiping the one or two tears off my cheeks. "i'd say twenty minutes till its time to push!" the nurse smiled "okay!" I smiled as she walked out "what if I can't?!" I looked up at him "your body is made to do this Y/n you'll do great! Promise" he rubbed my forehead.

"hi" they laid one on my chest "holy shit" Sean whispered "shes so cute" I smiled "heres your other one" they laid her on the other side of my chest. They cleaned them handed one to me and one to Sean "this is Sidney" Sean said holding her in his chest "yeah?" "yeah" me and him not taking our eyes off the babies we were holding "that means I have Sage..my baby Sage hi" I kissed her head he came and sat next to me still holding Sidney "they already look like you" he said and smiled "that means they're gonna act just like you" "let's hope not" "it won't be to bad" kissed sages head "wanna switch?" I nodded.

It was later and he was holding both of them "damn" he sighed and had small tears going down his face "peach" I rubbed his tears off his face "they're beautiful" I kissed his cheek "yeah they are" Sidney started to fuss I grabbed her from him "come here babygirl", I started to feed her "I need some milk too" he smirked "sshh" I giggled "your such a good momma" I smiled "thank you".

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A/n I wanted to make this a lot longer but some things came up so I just want to get it out! Lmk if you guys want part two of the girl at like 5🙂

[wa-royal-tea]

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@thebrixtons​​​

Symphony Manor, Holan (8:30am)

*alarm rings*

Alfie: Good morning, cutie.

Catalina: Mhm, morning.

Alfie: Go back to sleep, it’s still early.

Catalina: Nuh-uh. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately.

*light switch clicks*

Alfie: You should be resting a lot, Lina. You’re still recovering from your injuries.

Catalina: I’m fine. You’re overreacting.

Alfie: Am I though?

Catalina: Yes, you are. It’s been two weeks. I feel better now. I can walk too.

Catalina: And I can do more than walk. If you know what I mean.

Alfie: Tempting, but, I don’t want to take the risk of hurting you. So, I’ll keep my hands to myself until I’m sure you’re fine.

Catalina: Urgh, you suck.

Alfie: *chuckles* Stay in bed. I’ll bring breakfast to you.

Catalina: You’re treating me like a child again.

Alfie: This time, for a good reason. I don’t want you to tire yourself out. And the doctors said that it’s going to take a while before you can make a full recovery.

Alfie: Please listen to me, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt again.

Catalina: *groans* Fine.

Alfie: Good girl.

*door opens and closes*

Tweet 1: an INTRUDER AT THE PALACE ?? fr ?? they got into a whole fight with alfie and #trashlina

Reply to tweet 1: they prob tried to put her in her place💀the bitch deserves it

Reply to tweet 1′s reply: stfu stop being a hater

Tweet 2: I feel sorry for the guests that already arrived. Ppl are dying around the world and they wasted their money on a wedding only for it to be postponed.

Tweet 3: LMAOOO THEY CANCELED THEIR WEDDING !!!! move over #trashlina, its marie’s time to shine ✨

Tweet 4: wait? they postponed their wedding? why?

Reply to tweet 4: the palace hasnt said anything … pelik (weird)

Tweet 5: atp i’m anti-monarchy, because what the hell is even going on?

Tweet 6: idc what everyone else says, i’m standing by alfie and lina 😔 nobody deserves what they’re going through

Tweet 7: how much do u guys wanna bet that they’re lying about the intruder? 👁👁

Reply to tweet 7: i saw a tweet from a former staff and they said nothing even happened … let’s put our tin foil hats on 😬

Reply to tweet 7′s reply: korg ckp ni boleh pakai otak tak? (ppl, can we pls think with our heads for 2 seconds?) stop jumping to conclusions you guys annoy the hell out of me.

Tweet 8: The hate she’s getting rn is unfair. Why’d you guys assume the worse of her?

Reply to tweet 8: Are you fcking fr? Did you forget what she did the other day?

Tweet 8′s OP replies: The apology thingy? You’re mad at her for that? I didn’t realize the marie stans are brain dead when it comes to Lina. She was doing the right thing by apologizing for something she didn’t even do. I bet if it was your fav who did this, you’d be praising her to the skies. Be serious.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: What are you doing?

Catalina: N-nothing.

Alfie: Are you reading tweets on twister again? Stop reading those. It’s full of shit.

Catalina: I can’t help it. Last week was supposed to be our wedding day but it got postponed because of me.

Alfie: You didn’t ask for this to happen. And those people don’t know what actually happened. They’re just talking out of their asses right now.

Catalina: *sighs* Whatever. It already happened. Did your mum said anything about the wedding date?

Alfie: She said the wedding has been postponed to next month. The latest it would be is in two.

Catalina: But what are we gonna do until then? Don’t tell me you expect me to be in bed everyday?

Alfie: Mum said she’ll give us a new schedule to make up for the tour. She wants us to do joint engagements to build your reputation again. Right now the people are divided in half when it comes to you.

Catalina: Not surprised.

Alfie: Don’t think too much about it. You have me and the others to support you. And this time, if you did mess up, I will tell you. No sugarcoating. But, I won’t be an asshole about it.

Catalina: I’m a bit scared to hear what you’re going to say but thanks for listening to me.

Alfie: It’s no big deal.

Catalina: Oh, I forgot to ask. Did your mum said anything about my assistant? Since, y’know, Rowena’s not really in the picture anymore?

Alfie: She’s considering Anna to be your permanent assistant. The accusations against her has been dropped because Rowena confessed that she lied.

Catalina: Thank god. I liked Anna. I knew she won’t do it.

Alfie: Yeah. I’m just glad Anna still want to work with us. I heard mum said that she was a student Auntie Athy sponsored back in Cordelia. So she’s trusted.

Catalina: Is she a spellcaster like Lucy too?

Alfie: Nope. She’s a normal human. Like us.

Catalina: Oh, that’s cool. But what happens to Rowena now?

Alfie: She’s still under investigation. Your mama thinks it’s impossible for her to work alone. There must be someone helping her out and they’re trying to pry the answers out from her.

Catalina: Hmm...

*phone rings*

Alfie (to the phone): Hello, mum? Yeah, I’m at home.

Alfie: What? Are you serious?

Alfie: I...I see. Okay, I’ll tell her later. Keep me updated. Bye. Take care too.

Catalina: What was it? Did something happen?

Alfie: It’s Rowena.

Catalina: What’s wrong with her?

Alfie: She’s...she’s dead.

[simpalert]

bloodmoon but no harvest 9:sun gets therapy

sun sits down on a couch, a few feet away from the theater, where he can hear the twins,killcode, and eris having a great time, being happy, having fun...stuff sun thinks that he now doesn't deserve.

he walks away from that spot, just trying to shut out everything and anything. until he goes over to a one of the play houses and hides in it. its quiet for a bit, at this point this is kinda what sun needed...quiet...until earth came in. she seemed to be looking for sun."sun, hello, where are you?" earth calls out. and for a good bit, sun tries staying super quiet so earth doesn't know he's there.

but she finds him, she takes off the roof of the play house and says "why hello, me and moon have been looking for you". he's surprised and a lil shocked. he just ask "really?...wow". earth replies and says "yes, you kinda wandered off without saying anything and me and moon got worried". "oh" he softly replies. earths smiles turns into a soft frown "are you ok? you seem down" she softly asks. sun looks away, trying not to cry, cus he's not ok. he's not at all ok, but he doesn't want earth to know that, she doesn't have to deal with his feelings, that in his mind, he deserves.

"yeah im fine" sun said in reply, earth was silent for a bit then said "no, no you're not" wow he thought to himself, that was fast. she then says " you've been acting like this for days, weeks, months even. i get you feel horrible for what happened but holding onto that guilt even though the moment and anger from that has passed is not good for you sun". and she was right, holding onto something so dark and horrid is not healthy, at all. but sun felt as if he deserved to feel all the guilt and pain in the world.

hes silent, silent as earth talks, telling him he deserves to be happy just as much as the twins do, that sun shouldn't force himself to feel sad, and at this point he was just looking for reasons to be sad. after a bit of talking from earth it all just kinda caves, he starts sobbing, shaking, covering his face to hide his tears, that in his eyes were crocodile tears. earth hugs and holds sun close, shushing and comforting the shaking animatronic. telling him how much he means to her, moon, monty, and everyone else at the pizza plex. after awhile he just drifts to sleep in her arms, tears dried on his face, earth humming a nice soft lullaby version of the daycare theme tune.

guess whose back, back again!

and i have so many ideas for this au, lots of hijinks and just general fun stuff now that the main lore is out of the way, might even make a poll asking what people wanna see

pt 1-pt 2-pt 3-pt 4-pt 5-pt 6-pt 7-pt 8

tags: @addisons-fandom-reblogs @snowe-zolynn-rogers @tenaciouslittlething @an4mations

[m-jelly]

Hello! I’m here to harass you with yet another fanfiction. I don’t think my writing is good enough, so I’m not an official author. I just write for my friends, albeit a seldom occurrence.

Anyways, here’s a random fic.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Modern au

Concept: Next door neighbors to lovers. Levi finds the reader’s diary. Upon its discovery, he accidentally opens to a page of lewd thoughts about him. He gets flustered (because of his reciprocity) and turns the page to something that makes him think “What the fuck-“

(pt 1/2)

Living in a small, mountainside town had its perks at times. One of them primarily being you.

Levi, although unsociable, has found himself deeply infatuated with his next door neighbor. At first, he thought you were this sweet thing that needed his protection. He found you one crisp morning trying to feed the mourning doves that perched themselves on your pastel picket fence. You cautiously approached the pair with seeds before leaving it in a nearby pile.

His heart was moved by your consideration towards the little animals.

Fuck, you’re so cute

For the next week, you continued this process - unknowing that Levi watched through his window before leaving to run his local tea shop. He didn’t mean to be creepy, of course. But you just had this way of drawing him in.

When you eventually gained the trust of the birds, he was amazed and ever so proud. It was also then he mustered the courage to talk to you.

…

You were already aware of Levi’s presence. Unbeknownst to Levi, you thought him incredibly attractive and did not know how to approach him.

As weeks progressed into months, you and Levi became almost inseparable.

One August day, you asked Levi to stay the night.

“Levi, you need to sleep more than 4 hours. This isn’t healthy!“

Levi blushed at the prospect of sleeping in the same household as you.

“It’s fine. I’ll make sure to sleep longer tonight.”

You weren’t satisfied with his answer.

“Levi Ackerman. Please sleep here. At least for one night so I can make sure you stay asleep for a bit longer.”

Levi huffed in resignation before blushing.

“Fine. But where will you sleep?”

You contemplated before simply stating

“In the bed with you, of course. We’ve slept on the sofa together before.”

Levi was still blushing. He wanted to protest your logic, but alas he knew he would never win against you.

“Y-yeah, makes sense.”

You both got ready for bed. In only a few moments after checking Levi, you flop on to the mattress and fall asleep.

Levi mentally facepalmed at your earlier remark.

So much for making sure I stay asleep, huh?

He then smirked at your current state and instantly forgot your futile proclamation. While looking at your face, he fell asleep peacefully.

It’s 8:07 in the morning when Levi notices your empty space on the bed. Today requires a later working schedule, meaning that he’ll be at your house alone until he has to leave. He notices a book on the adjacent nightstand to your bed.

Next to the book is a ripped piece of paper with writing scrawled unevenly, as if in a rush:

Hey Levi! Sorry but I had to leave for work early. If you are reading this after 6 hours of sleep, I’m so proud of you! Remember, take care of yourself one step at a time! :)

Levi smiled at your worry towards him before looking at the book next to the ripped page. Curiously, he picked up the book. He hoped you didn’t ruin a good piece of your favorite literature just for him.

He opened the page and noticed familiar handwriting on the pages within. It was yours.

That's a shame that you don't post your work, it's incredibly good and I feel bad that the only way I can reply or let you know is by posting your work. I want to send people over to you so they can enjoy your talent.

[lunarifie]

Hollow Fantasy AU Part 2:

Part 1 / Part 3

Adam folds the rest of his clothes and places them inside his pack. He plans on gathering the rations tomorrow, the day before the trip. His mind wanders back to the prophecy, reminding him how 4 years ago he’d showcased the prophecy to a close friend who ran away 2 days later. It made Adam wonder what Kai knows that he doesn’t. A small part of him hopes that on his journey, they’ll reunite. He shakes his head, not allowing himself to dwell on something that happened years ago. He’s 16 now and he needs to focus on finding the Ishibo and slaying the dragon. That is his priority, not finding Kai and making sure he’s okay. He exits his chambers, making his way to the stables to make sure everything was in order with his horse for the long ride ahead. He enters the stables and is immediately faced with Skeet, brushing his horse. He raises a brow and asks him what he’s doing here. Skeet reply’s that he was ordered by Mira to take care of the horse Adam had chosen to ride. Adam repeats Miras name as a question and she pops out of another stable, feeding a horse. A grin slips on her face and Adams skepticism grew. “Did you really think you’d be going off on an adventure alone?” Mira starts. “But the prophecy-” Mira interrupts him, “I spoke with my dads and your parents and they say its fine. I also don’t expect you and Reeve to be on an expedition alone and not rip each others throats out after like a week.” She laughs and Adam groans, remembering how his parents made it obligatory for the royal families mage, Reeve, to come with him on the trip. Mira glanced towards Skeet. “I’ve been hoping Skeet would come with, because of how much ground he can cover, but he’s reluctant.” She gives him a look as Skeet shrugs. “I’ll think about it.” Skeet says. Truthfully, Adam was grateful. The ride would be a bit more bearable with his friends by his side.

The day of the prophecy’s journey came. Adam and Mira bid their parents goodbye, Reeve leaving the tower at the palace his grandma had given to him after she died. They are escorted to the outskirts of the kingdom with their designated steeds until they hear the sound of hurried steps. In a second, Skeet came, stumbling to a super speeded stop in front of them. In a rapid rush of words he exclaims that he wants to come along and that he doesn’t need a horse. From what Adam remembers, Skeet had become sort of a rogue over the past year. Job hopping here and there. He doesn’t have much to his name so Adam isn’t surprised when Skeet claims that he wants to go too. Mira grins in excitement and waves him forward to walk beside her as they leave. They say their final goodbyes, and delve into the forest. They spend a few days covering ground and camping, talking of the adventures that awaitenthem. On the 3rd day of their journey, Mira starts to ask Skeet, and bird companions to go a bit forward and see if theres a town or a food/water source nearby. Reeve practices his spells and Adam contemplates on what to do from there. Mira looks up and watches a crow swoop down to speak with her from where she sits on her horse. Reeve, Skeet, and Adam also pause. Miras eyes widen. “She says that just a little bit from here theres someone in trouble…” She pauses again as the crow continues cawing. “And they’re being kidnapped!” She cries in distress. Skeet looks concerned, “we should go help them right?”Adams face furrows, “are you sure we should stop for this? It might cause trouble for us.” Reeve shrugs at him, “I don’t mind, Mira said its close by and this’ll be a good opportunity to practice my hand at magic in combat.” Adam nods, convinced, following Mira along with the rest as she follows the crow.

They hear the muffled cries and grow worried, picking up the pace. They reach a small clearing, only to see three minotaurs hovering over and strangling some sort of gigantic bird caught in a net. It takes a minute of the gigantic bird twisting and writhing for her face to finally show, the realization that this was a real life harpy hits the group hard, Skeet gasping at the sight. Mira immediately recognizes that the minotaurs are bounty hunters and hops off her horse, maneuvering the water out of the canteen tied to her waist and blasting them with it. They take several steps back, enough time for Skeet to take a knife out and slice the net. After the minotaurs get over their shock, one punches the ground in frustration, scaring the groups horses away. They advance, making Adam move forward and face off against them. One minotaur throws the first punch, only for Adam to dodge and twist his arm behind his back. He kicks the back of the Minotaurs knees and throws him against his other bounty hunter companions, falling like bowling pins. This gives Reeve enough time to levitate the net and untangle it from the harpy’s talons, shooting it towards the minotaurs and smartly tying them up. Mira helps the harpy stand, asking her is she's alright. The harpy chitters for a minute before coughing at their looks of confusion. She apologizes and speaks, slightly defiant, saying she could have taken care of herself. She thanks them anyway, stating that her name is Vanessa. The group introduces themselves, before asking her what happened. She explains that she’d been hunting a few weeks ago only to be caught by the minotaurs. She’d been taken around as the minotaurs tried to sell her but no one seemed to want to deal with her feisty attitude. She tried to escape at that exact moment, only to be caught by the net and rescued by the group. Mira asks her if Vanessa has anywhere to go and the Harpy sheepishly answers “no.” They invite her to travel with them, that after their quest they'll be returning to a creature-friendly kingdom where she can safely reside. She agrees, very suspicious but having no other option. Adams put off, mentioning they only have enough rations for the four of them, and even then, their horses ran off with half of it. Mira scoffs, stating that she'll share hers and that they can simply scavenge for berries and fish, like they had when they were kids for fun. Adam huff's but agrees.

They continue on their journey until it grows dark, setting up camp in the woods and starting a fire. The memory of an old firey friend flits through Adams mind as he lit the flames, inhaling deeply before shaking the memory from his mind. Mira and Reeve watch him, aware of what was going through his mind and sharing a glance. They both know deep down Adam wishes to find their runaway friend again, maybe even more than completing the prophecy. Mira would be lying if she says she doesn’t wish that they’ll find Kai again. But she also knew it was a one in a million chance. Something Reeve and Adam were well aware of. As they sit by the fire Vanessa hears a rustle, she leaps into the shadows, startling Skeet, only to come back with a dead rabbit. Mira face twists, eating her own rations as everyone else cooks the rabbit. Finally, Vanessa speaks whats on her mind. “You guys said you’re on a quest. A quest for what?” Mira and Skeet open their mouths to answer immediately but Adam interrupts them. “We’re trying to find the ishibo for the kingdom we mentioned, we also plan on finding the dragon that terrorized it long ago. The royal family sent us on this quest.” The rest of the group give Adam strange looks. “But why all of you? What makes you all so special?” Vanessa asks. “Im a guard for the royal family, Reeve here is the mage, and Skeet and Mira have talents that’ll help us.” Vanessa nods, believing Adams story while everyone else is bewildered. Adam shoots them a look and they keep their mouths clamped shut. But of course Reeve has to pitch in, “yeah, thats why we’re here, but we all know ‘Mr knight’ isn’t only looking for the Ishibo.” Adam glares at Reeve, Vanessa perks up in interest. “What else is there?” Reeve opens his mouth to continue only for Adam to interrupt him, “enough, the quest is more important, we need to focus on that and only that.” Reeve gives him a deadpan look before rolling his eyes, biding them all a good night, everyone following suit, taking turns to keep watch.