#like send a flood or fire 🔥

[rukia-writes]

Gods: destroy the earth by sending a giant ass foot.

Me, who doesn’t have to work anymore:

[carisisrolledupsleeves]

Hey lovely :) from the smut prompt list, how about 13. “look what you do to me” or 22. “can you feel what your doing to me” 😏

thank you and sorry it took a few days (work *sigh*) I hope you like 😏

(I apologize for any mistakes, english isn't my first language and I didn't have time to have it beta-read lol)

1am. Some downtown bar. You’re out with your friends, celebrating the fact that it’s Friday and you’ve made it through the week. As you continue to dance to the music, you let your hands glide over your body while moving your hips fluidly to the rhythm. You can feel Sonny’s eyes on you from across the room, watching you intently, sipping his beer. The fact that the guys are probably talking about sports, having just finished watching the game and yet he’s only paying attention to you, motivates you even more. You know he loves the way you lean back, letting your hair fall down your bare back; the way you run your fingers along your neck and softly down your sides with your eyes closed before meeting his gaze, biting your lip as he visibly sighs and tries to steady himself against the bar. It’s easy to guess his thoughts, especially since you’re having the same ones. Your girlfriends are talking loudly over the music and share an infectious laugh but you have no idea what they’re giggling about and you don’t care. It’s as if Sonny is the only person in the room with you. 

The song ends and you finally walk over to him, grabbing the drink he’s been guarding for you, playfully leaning against him, bending over slightly. 

‘Like what you see, huh?’ you flutter your lashes up at him as your lips wrap around the straw of your Vodka Soda. 

Sonny blushes. ‘You’re so naughty.’ 

‘Since when is that a problem?’ you ask, edging closer to him and burying your face in his shirt, inhaling his scent. It’s heavenly. 

‘Since we’re in public.’ Sonny mumbles under his breath and turns towards you.

He knows the look on your face too well. And it’s not like he isn’t encouraging it. With a smirk you grab his arm and guide him in the direction of the restrooms. At this hour the other patrons are thankfully way past noticing, or they simply don’t care. And neither do you. 

Making sure you are alone, you enter one of the stalls, and immediately Sonny has you pinned against the wall, his mouth on yours in a way that takes your breath away. Your hands grab his waist, pulling him closer to you and you moan into the kiss as you feel his erection. 

‘Mmhhm, can you feel what you’re doing to me?’ Sonny growls, his hands roaming over your body, setting your skin on fire. 

You don’t answer, grabbing him through his jeans instead, causing him to jerk. Knowing just how weak he is for you, getting so turned on just from watching you dance, sends a flood of emotions through you, accumulating in your belly along with your own arousal. As you slip your tongue into his hot mouth, you feel his hand sneaking under your dress and up your thighs, and he doesn’t hesitate before pushing your lace panties aside to feel your wetness. 

‘And what you are doing to me, baby.’ you whisper as he smiles, feeling just as proud as you are for having this effect on you. 

‘All for me, huh?’ Sonny asks as he begins to rub your clit in slow circles and your body shakes.

‘If you tease me you won’t get any of it.’ you warn, starting to unbuckle his belt.

‘Oh, please!’ he laughs and you roll your eyes at him. 

Just as you shove his jeans and underwear down, the door opens and you can hear the clicking of heels against the floor as someone enters the stall next to you. It doesn’t stop you. Sonny pulls down your thong and you hike up your dress, letting him pick you up and you wrap your legs around his hips as he sinks into you. Holding on to him, you bite his shoulder to stifle a moan and you can hear him swallow hard in response.

‘Be quiet for me, doll.’ he whispers, giving you no time to adjust as he starts pounding into you, hard but not hard enough to make any noise. 

Your nails dig into his back, for sure leaving marks; the sensation of finally having him inside you all too much now. At this angle, his cock is hitting your most sensitive spots just right and you know you both won’t last long. You whimper against the crook of his neck, his finger still pressing down on your clit, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. Finally, you can hear the other person leaving the restrooms.

‘Harder.’ you moan immediately, not having to hold back any longer. 

Sonny grabs your waist with more force, pulling you closer to gain more leverage, his thrusts becoming more deliberate now. You love how he gets when you spur him on, almost feral, even his usually bright blue eyes dark with lust. 

‘Fuck, you feel so good.’ Sonny groans, his brow furrowed as his lips capture yours in a messy kiss.

Yes, you can tell he’s close already. Your own thighs are tensing around him, your pussy squeezing his cock as he slams into you, eliciting the most obscene sounds from him. Reaching down you grab his ass, pushing him even deeper into your throbbing, wet heat. 

‘Dominick…’ you cry, and he knows you’re close when you use his name like that.

His thumb presses down harder on your clit, his only goal is to make you orgasm. You’re both panting now, desperate to finish before someone else disturbs you.

‘Cum for me, baby.’ he gasps between small, shaky breaths, and you know he won’t before you do. 

It’s enough to topple you over the edge, and it hits you like a freight train. You bliss out and Sonny grabs your jaw softly in order to force you to look at him as you come, the sexiest look on his face. You shudder and twitch around him while he plunges his cock into you over and over again, fast and hard and deep, extending your pleasure while reaching for his own.

‘Fuck. God. Baby. I love you. So much.’ Sonny moans as he climaxes, holding on to you tighter as you feel him filling you, his body tense.

‘I love you. So much.’ you repeat to him before kissing him fervidly while he pumps his cum into you. 

And you don’t know how many minutes pass with you two just leaning against each other, trying to catch your breaths before the door opens again, bringing you back to reality. Sonny smirks at you, pressing another kiss to your lips, and you run your hands over his body, his body that you are so obsessed with. His body that you can’t wait to feel again once you’re back in the privacy of your apartment. Where you can be as loud and wild as you want.

‘Home.’ you mouth and he nods enthusiastically, knowing this was just a taste of what’s to come.

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[itsstrange]

Bounded

Fandom: MW2

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

A/N: Finished playing the campaign a couple days ago and my love for this man has awaken once again. I remember I used to have a crush on him as a kid and those feelings have arisen once again! So, for all you Ghost sluts, this one is for you!

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, both (Y/n) and Ghost are forced to hideout in an abandoned apartment complex, where things soon get interesting.

Word Count: 6.5K

Warnings: (Yes) Injury, Blood, Mentions of Death, Cursing, Smut, Kissing, Confessions, Fingering, Slight Rough Sex, Just Pure Smut. (+18)

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Things went to shit rather quickly. It was supposed to be a simple mission, or at least that’s what Lasswell told them. Breach. Kill. Search for any intel and Get Out. Simple right? No. Not fucking simple at all. They were misgiven information, supposedly there would be a skeleton crew of 10 hostiles guarding the broken down building, not 40, and now (Y/n) is sporting a good bullet to the torso while being carried out by none than other Simon “Ghost” Riley. In other words, the Lieutenant, and the one man that can easily clashed throats with her. Fucking great.

They walked in with six men, now only them two were making their way down the flooded streets of Mexico. Rain poured down on them as they quickly looked for a place to lay low, but every building they’d pass through was either lit on fire, completely destroyed or too exposed. Which gave them the only option to keep walking until they found something much more inviting and secured. However, they were quickly running out of time considering (Y/n) was barely able to stand on her own feet. The bullet on her side was sending white hot pain throughout her body with each step she took, it didn’t look like it because of the rain pouring on them but she really was losing a lot of blood. She was actually surprised she had survived walking two miles without collapsing, then again it was the adrenaline that gave her the strength.

Which quickly began fading off the longer she stood on her feet. Her energy was decreasing now with the adrenaline gone and it didn’t help when unbearable pain shot through her side with each step she took. Eventually, it became too much that she honestly just needed a break. Just five seconds, or ten wouldn’t kill anyone.

“Wait wait,” (Y/n) harshly whispers as she leans her hand against a ruined car, breath coming out in harsh puffs, “Just— Just gimme a minute,”

“Negative. Can’t do that soldier. We gotta keep movin,” Ghost says, voice firm and stiff, with a small hint of worry, which of course she didn’t catch,

(Y/n) let’s out an exhausted sigh through her mouth as she hangs her head. Even that was becoming difficult to keep upright. He should just leave her, save himself, she was only slowing them down and risking both—his life.

“C’mon Nova,” Ghost calls her by her call sign as he carefully pulls her off the car, “We need to find shelter so I can patch ya up,”

“Move it,” He orders as he begins walking, forcing her to do the same, causing a pained groan to leave her lips as the sudden movement causes pain to shoot from her wound,

Placing a bloodied hand on said wound, she slowly walks alongside the brute man, who kept his eyes peeled for any danger and shelter that look safe enough. Even though her heart was thundering in her ears, she would often catch his harsh breaths or grunts as he carried mostly all her weight or would reposition her around his shoulders whenever he’d feel her slipping away. Most of the time she’d do it on purpose to get him to leave her on the ground and save himself from the dead weight, but he wasn’t having it, he’d only tighten his grip on her and would continue walking through the flooded streets.

“Where do you take someone who’s had a peek-a-boo accident?” Ghost suddenly says as he scans the buildings, faint grunts leaving his mouth every once and a while,

“No,” She flatly responds, she’s honestly not in the mood for his ridiculous dad jokes,

“To the I.C.U,” Ignoring her he goes ahead and finishes his joke, which only receives him a breathless scoff along with a small shake of a head,

Dark humor just like his soul.

“You honestly have no filter Riley,” (Y/n) says through gritted teeth when he accidentally applied a little too much pressure on her wound, causing the Brit to apologize as he continues down the street,

Silence settles between them, only the sound of rain hitting the ground, fire cracking in certain buildings, their ragged breaths mixed with grunts and pained groans are heard. (Y/n) felt like they’ve had been walking for years, when in reality it had only been 30 minutes, however, if they didn’t find a place soon she knew her legs would give out sooner rather than later.

About another mile of walking through the flooded streets, hiding from shadows every so often, and tripping over her own feet more than once, they eventually found shelter. It wasn’t the best, but it was certainly better than the other buildings they’ve been passing through. It was good enough to allow them catch their breaths for an hour or so before they had to keep moving, which (Y/n) honestly didn’t care, just as long as she was able to rest for a few minutes.

The moment Ghost kicks open the door, makes sure it’s secured and begins walking through the door it was as if her body knew it was okay to relax now because she suddenly slips away from Ghosts grip, causing her to land hard on the floor with a loud exhausted groan.

“Fuckin’ hell (Y/n),” Ghost curses underneath his breath as he quickly helps her off the floor,

With quick movements he leads her towards a beaten down couch he spots in one corner and gently lays her down. Earning him pained groans as he watches her clutch to her side with eyes tightly shut. Her breathing was coming out in quick short puffs, as she laid on the couch while the lieutenant moved around the small beaten apartment looking for supplies. A minute later he comes back with a kitchen knife, a piece of cloth, and a bottle of what seemed to be tequila but she wasn’t given the chance to observe it properly considering her vision began failing her due to the amount of blood she had lost.

“Soldier, keep your eyes open,” Ghost demands as he hurriedly preps his improvised kit,

“Nova!” He shouts when he catches her drifting, but it was no use, exhaustion was quickly winning over her body,

The last thing she’s able to hear was her real name falling from his lips once again before darkness over takes her, sending her into a peaceful, quiet, dreamless sleep.

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The sound of thunder roaring and rattling against the walls jolts (Y/n) from her sleep. Brows knitting together in confusion when her eyes stare upwards towards a dark ceiling, and even more so when she notices she’s covered with something. Slightly angling her head she realizes it’s a hoodie, not just any hoodie though, she recognizes it almost immediately. It was Ghosts navy hoodie that he was wearing under his vest, and now it’s draped over her, nearly covering her body from how big it was.

As she slowly peeled the hoodie off her frame, which smelled like cigarettes mixed with gun oil and cologne, the scent of Ghost, she noticed how her side had been bandaged up. Pain still lingered, sending jolts of it with every small movement she made, but at least she wasn’t bleeding out or better yet, dead. Glancing up from her covered wound, she immediately lands them on a figure standing in the shadows next to a window, the light from the moon giving her a clear view of his skull mask and noticing, he was staring right back at her.

They lock eyes in silence for ten seconds, until he averts his eyes outside the window for a second and then slowly making his way towards her. His rifle gripped in both hands, and noticing then, he was only in a dark long sleeved shirt.

“How you feelin?” His deep and hoarse voice matched the look in his blue eyes as he hovered over her, eyes scanning her frame head to toe,

(Y/n) thanked god for the darkness, heat crept up on her cheeks from the way he stared at her. She was even more thankful when words easily slipped from her mouth.

“Hurting. But nothing I can’t handle,” She grunts as she slowly starts sitting upright on the couch,

Right away Ghost was by her side, giving her a hand by gripping onto her shoulder and carefully helping her up.

“Didn’t want me havin’ all the fun I see,” He heartfelt jokes as he goes ahead and walks towards the window once again,

A scoff leaves her lips with a roll of her eyes. She thought quite the opposite.

“How long have I been out?”

Ghost looks down at his watch and then back out towards the window, “Two hours,”

Jesus. She thought to herself. She’s been passed out for two hours, risking both their lives and their location. “We should start moving then, we need to get the fuck outta here,”

“Negative. It’s bucketing down out there and you need rest,”

“I’m fine, Ghost. We need to move,” She argues back, hand clutching to her side while her (E/c) eyes watch him,

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at her and remains his ground by the window. (Y/n) would’ve thought he’s giving it a thought, but she thought wrong because he only turns back around with a firm ‘no’ making a scoff leave her lips as she slowly maneuvers her legs onto the ground and leans back against the couch. Eyes scanning her surroundings and thinking, how the fuck weren’t they caught yet? The building looked as if it was hanging on for dear life, maybe that’s why they’ve been in the clear, they wouldn’t dare walk into this death trap. Lucky for them right?

Averting her eyes back to the man, she observes him from her spot. The moonlight illuminating his iconic skull mask, and the small peak of those dangerous, dark, eyes of his. As she stared at his frame she began wondering how she ever got this far with the man without having to ever see his face, not that she’s been wondering what he looked like under the mask, but a speck of it would satisfy her enough. Then it got her thinking of all the times they were constantly at each other’s throats, both on mission and while resting at the base, which honestly brought a small devilish smile to her lips when deep down she enjoyed their back and forth banter of pure ridiculous things. As much as either one hated each other’s presence, they both knew deep down they enjoyed every single argument. Not that they would ever admit to it of course.

Their arguments only grew when Price would purposely team them up for missions, causing their voice to be heard in the earpiece going at it about the most smallest things. Which eventually causes Soap to mute them in annoyance every so often, he was honestly tired of their bitching but he’s only one voice, they wouldn’t listen to him.

Her mind then wonders to how either one reacts when one gets hurt. She doesn’t know if it’s just her but whenever he gets hurt on a mission, it feels as if her whole blood drains from her body whenever she sees him injured. She’s usually the first to patch him up whenever they’re clear, even if it’s just a graze on the arm, she’s there. But when she’s the one with a bullet, she’s noticed how he becomes very… protective? Firm? Quiet? She didn’t know how to explain it other than serious, more than he already is anyways. Like now, he’s quiet than usual, he’s always humming to himself as he thinks of a way out, or always throwing stupid jokes very once and a while, but now, he’s just leaning against the window in silence, blue eyes scanning for any threats.

And honestly. She’s had enough… of him standing. She knows for a fact that he’s been standing in the same spot like a goddamn reaper, and it’s honestly exhausting her.

“Ghost,” She calls out to him, no answer, so she tries again, this time by his rank, “Lieutenant,”

That got him to look over his shoulder. Eyes firm and dark as they meet hers. Definitely not sending an odd feeling down her spine from the way he glanced at her.

“I think we’re in the clear. You can sit down for now,” She tries, leaning her back to rest against the edge of the couch and closes her eyes,

Even with eyes closed, she can still feel his eyes on her. Watching her in dead silence, feeling the way his stare only burns her skin from how intense it felt. Eventually, about a minute or so, she begins hearing his heavy boots walking around the ruined floor. She didn’t want to open her eyes to see what he was doing, so she kept them shut and focused on the sound of his boots growing louder until she feels the couch dip next to her, along with a heavy exhausted sigh.

He had sat next to her.

I mean where else would he sit down? The floor?

Once again, silence surrounds them. Just the sound of rain, thunder, the low creaking of the building, and the slow steady breathing of (Y/n) can be heard. She eventually begins drifting away once again, her mind relaxing and sending her into a dreamless sleep until..

“Knock knock,” His deep baritone voice startles her, causing her eyes to snap open,

Without answering back, all she does is turn her head towards him with an annoyed look in her eyes. Ghost was fiddling with his gun, then turns towards her when he doesn’t receive a reply, the look he gives her with his piercing blues forces her to go along with his terrible, non appropriate dad jokes.

But that’s what makes him Ghost.

Rolling her eyes she replies back, “Who’s there?”

“I.O,”

“I.O who?”

“Me. When are you paying me back?” The small scoff that slipped from her lips was accompanied with a wide smile, he always found a way to crack her,

As much as she loathed it, she couldn’t stop the small chuckle that slips from her. Slightly coughing she clutches her covered wound when pain shoots towards her side.

“Get shot and I will,” She responds with a shake of her head, wide smile still plastered on her face,

A deep, amused, slightly muffled chuckle slips from the man’s mouth. Ringing beautifully in her ears, she can’t remember the last time she’s ever heard him laugh or even crack a smile, obviously, so the little gesture for sure brought a warm feeling across her chest.

Another wave of silence settles in between them for a few seconds, until he’s speaking once again. Bright blue eyes staring straight into her own (E/c) orbs.

“How you holdin up, really?” (Y/n) remains holding his gaze, feeling hypnotized by his eyes that she suddenly shares the truth about how she really felt,

Not the whole truth, but some of it.

“You should’ve left me,” She softly says, watching the way he slightly squints his eyes at her before looking away with a heavy sigh, then adds, “You should leave,”

“Don’t be daft,” Is all he says, eyes watching the window to his left, “I’m not leavin,”

(Y/n) rolls her eyes at his stubbornness. Why can’t he understand that all she wants is to save his life? Why does he have to be so fucking hard headed?

“I’m only slowing you down,” She pushes again, not noticing the way he shuts his eyes from annoyance and frustration,

“Sergeant,”

“If you leave now you’ll be able to call Soap, let him know your location and get help,”

“Nova,” He warns,

“Save yourself!”

“For fuck sakes (Y/n)! I’m not leaving you!” He finally averts his dark eyes towards her that were laced with rage, annoyance and firmness,

That familiar tension begins rising between them as they glare at one another. Neither one of them wanting to back down.

“You can nag all you want. You’re fuckin stuck with me,” He firmly points out, eyes never leaving hers,

She didn’t know what it was, but the feeling that was building in her chest was becoming too strong to push aside. It was an urge. An urge to launch at him, to grab ahold of him, shake him, slap some sense into him, to just.. touch him. She honestly didn’t know how to explain it nor she didn’t know how to understand it, but what she did understand was how much she craved this man right about now. It was the same urge she’s felt with every argument she’s had with him, she wouldn’t think much of it, until now. It was just too strong to ignore it.

Which is also the reason why her next words shock the shit out of her and causes her blood to grow cold from the sudden question that slips from her mouth after a minute of silence.

“Can I kiss you?” It was a shocking surprise for both of them, causing both their eyes to grow wide at the question,

(Y/n) because of shock and horror. Ghost because of pure utter shock, he was definitely not expecting that to come out of her mouth. He doesn’t respond, just feels the way his breath hitches in his throat the same time his body goes rigid. Hard like stone.

When she knows he won’t stand up and walk away, she slowly and hesitantly reaches a hand towards his mask. Dark eyes watch her slim fingers with caution, as if her fingers were sharpened knives itching to cut his flesh, then let’s out a shuttered sigh through his nose when he feels her small, but skillful, fingers tugging slowly at the hem of his balaclava. His eyes were on her the whole time she slowly rises the mask, then catching the small little exhale slipping out her mouth when she finally gets a view of his plumped pink lips, light scruff covering the sides of his jaw as she continues to rise the mask.

Knowing her boundaries, she leaves the mask just under his nose.

Her (E/c) eyes avert from inviting lips towards his own piercing blue orbs, silently questioning him if this was okay, if it was crossing a line, if it was okay to continue or if he wanted to stop. Little did she know he was burning on the inside for her touch. So many questions were written in her eyes, but before she can actually ask him anything, Ghost licks his lips before smoothly making the first move. Making her breath hitch when she suddenly feels his lips on her own, getting a strong taste of salted lips, dirt, and oil, although, she reacts back rather quickly to the kiss. One of her hands gently cup the side of his face while the other rests heavily against his thigh, even through his jeans, her touch burned his skin. She just had that effect on him.

After the second or third kiss, Ghost slightly pulls away to stare into her eyes, his own orbs searching for any regrets, discomfort, when he doesn’t find any he dives back towards her lips more fiercely. With much more passion, a little rough, but gentle and caring at the same time. Causing the kiss to quickly get heated the moment he slips his warm tongue into her mouth, earning a small whimper from her at the affection. Definitely igniting his arousal even more.

Next thing she knows, she’s gently being pushed down against the cushions with Ghost hovering over her, lips not once parting from each other.

A small groan that sounded more like a whimper shutters in between their lips when Ghost accidentally knocks his hips against hers, already feeling the outline of his harden member rub against her core through his jeans. He continues with his brutal teasing, thrusts becoming more firmer each time he rubs against her clothed core until she’s eventually a panting mess and begging him for more. She felt as if her body was on fire, her skin heating up like a goddamn sauna, even though it was nearly fifty degrees outside with rain pouring down on the roof, she felt too suffocated.

Not wasting another minute he lets his hands travel down her body until they land on her belt. Once unbuckled, he quickly slides her cargo jeans down her legs, lips still not leaving hers, even when a deep, choked groan slips from her bruised lips when he pushes her panties aside and slowly presses his rough fingers against her clit, gathering her wetness before diving two long, thick fingers inside of her. She’s not even sure when he removed his gloves, but she could careless at this point.

“Oh.. ffuck,” She harshly whispers, hot breath fanning over his mouth as he immediately finds his target, twisting and curling his fingers he brushes against that one spot,

A static feeling buzzes through her core all the way up to her stomach before dissolving into a cold shiver towards her shoulders as he continues to torture her g-spot. The sound of her wetness can be heard throughout the ruined apartment as he picks up his speed, her breath coming out in quick puffs with each thrust of his thick fingers. A hand was gripping onto the back of his neck, nails leaving imprints of small moon shapes against his skin as his speed only seems to increase while her other hand held onto his wide shoulder. Fingers curling onto his shirt.

“G-Ghost,” She moans his name as her peak was quickly rising, quickly tilting towards the edge,

But just before she can feel that euphoric feeling, she feels him withdrawing his fingers, earning a desperate sigh from her. Her eyes immediately snap open, confusion settling in her eyes from the sudden action, but before she can even ask she sees him shrugging off his vest before finally unbuckling his belt, awhile still being in between her legs. She then feels the way her mouth goes completely dry, as if a sudden sandstorm invaded her mouth, when she watches him shove his jeans down with one hand while the other reaches inside, pulling out his leaking member.

The head an angry shade of red, precum drooling from the tip with each slow stroke he makes. With the help of the moon light shining through the window, she can tell he was thick, feeling the way nervousness settles at the bottom of her stomach the longer she watches his hand slowly stroke his aching member, but boy did that also heightened her arousal. Quickly settling back in between her legs, Ghost hovers over her, the tip of his dick slightly rubbing against her covered mound as he makes himself comfortable, considering he left her jeans pooled at her ankles and had to maneuver himself in between her legs by lifting and crouching underneath. Taking off her boots and jeans completely seemed like a hassle, a risk he wasn’t willing to take, them doing this was already a risk, anything and anyone can ambush them at anytime, but if they were both being completely honest, that was the least of their worries. For now.

“You sure?” He asks for the first time since everything began, hot breath fanning against her lips as he achingly waits for confirmation,

Which he gets by her quickly nodding her head and reaches a hand to wrap around his member, earning a choked grunt from the man above when she strokes once, twice, before finally guiding him where she yearned him the most. With half lidded eyes he does his best to watch her reaction as he slowly sinks his girth into her heat. Letting her feel inch by inch. Her eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open while small grunts, moans and whimpers breathlessly fall out, but with the feeling over powering him and the way she curses underneath her breath, he isn’t able to hold his gaze for long.

“F-Fucking hell,” Ghost breathlessly groans against her lips as her tight walls clamp around him,

The one hand he had holding her hips with a careful grip, suddenly lands heavily besides her head as he can no longer support his weight from the way her tightness kept sucking him inside. The air that was once in his lungs had been punched from him as the tightness only made it harder for him to hold back. They breathlessly pant against one another’s lips as he continues to push his hips, until a small yelp rips from her throat when Ghost fully sheaths himself in her heat with one full thrust. Pushing the rest of his member inside of her aching walls.

(Y/n’s) eyes were closed shut as she focused on subsiding the little pain and the feeling of being completely full after what seemed like months. Just because she’s the only woman on the crew doesn’t mean she goes around looking for any man, even if she were the type to just mess around with any guy that paid her any mind just to lose some steam, she never had the time to do so. It was always work with her, if she wasn’t working she was in a meeting, if it wasn’t a meeting, she was getting ready for the next mission, if not she was working out or at the shooting range or simply just tuning her guns. So of course it had been a while since she’s been sexually active.

After what seemed like a minute or so in getting accustomed to his length and focusing on her breathing, she slowly opens her eyes, only for them to catch the moment when Ghost pulls off the remaining of his mask, revealing his flushed, scruff face to her. Dirty blonde locks rested on top of his head, beautifully light skin with a couple small scars claiming their spots on his face, and those eyes. Those eyes that have always seemed dark underneath that mask are now written with a different emotion. Despite the black paint covering those eyes, it wasn’t the cold, brutal Ghost staring down at her, no, it was only Simon Riley staring down at her with those bright blue orbs of his. It was also the look of, uncertainty, hesitation in his eyes that brought out Simon, he was observing her reaction now that she’s seen his face, he was anxiously waiting for her to say anything, but what made another breathless shutter slip from his mouth was the feeling of her small hand cradling the side of his jaw. Her warm, slim fingers rested against his cheek as a small welcoming smile spreads on her face, causing the corner of his lips to tug into a small smirk the same time her fingers slowly make their way at the back of his neck and threading them with his short locks at the base of his neck before slowly bringing his face down until their lips are once again molding with each other.

While lavishing each other’s lips, Ghost—Simon slowly withdraws his hips before thrusting back into her heat with a rough snap, bringing a gasp from her lips. Hot breath fanning against his mouth as he continues with his slow but rough pace. Feeling the way her walls constrict around him only ignites the burning flame in his stomach, causing his pace to quicken, his thrusts becoming much more firmer. Earning breathless moans and grunts to slip from their throats with each snap of his hips.

Despite the lingering pain she felt on her side from the rough movements, she could honestly careless about it, the feeling that quickly starts to build and form into a tight knot in her core helps her push aside the aching on her side. Especially when he repositions his hips a certain angle, hitting that spot in a delicious way that has her seeing stars, and also from the way he breathlessly groans against her ear with each thrust he sends her.

“Simon,” She breathlessly moans his name, eyes tightly shut, one hand gripping onto his wide shoulders while the other held tightly on to the hairs at the base of his neck,

The way she sings his name, his real name, every so often and tugs firmly at his now damped locks, only quickens his pace. Hips thrusting faster and deeper, causing her body to move with each snap, along with the beaten couch. Knowing she’s close to the edge by her constantly moaning his name and feeling her walls clench, Ghost slips a hand underneath her right leg and let’s it slightly dangle from his arm, which not only allows him a little more space to move but also grants him to drive deeper into her womb. Earning another beautiful sound to slip from her parted lips as he doesn’t halt his movements from the new position, instead he only moves his hips with much more force.

“Oh sh-shit!” She cries out loud at the rougher pace, moving the hand that rested heavily on his shoulder to the side of his sweaty neck,

After what seemed like the tenth snap of his hips she couldn’t help the way her nails rake against his skin, leaving painful red marks on his neck, earning a deep groan from the man above who only inflicts the same small pain on her by sinking his teeth on the side of her neck.

“Si-..Sim-… oh ffuck,” Her words immediately falter as a blissful wave of electricity rushes through her, causing her eyes to shut tightly and only dig her nails deeper into his skin as her orgasm slams through her like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Mouth agape, eyes tightly shut, fingers gripping onto his hair at the base of his neck, she rides out her orgasm. Wave after wave crashes through her. The feeling was like no other, stronger than anything she’s felt, definitely strong enough to cause her body to start shaking from the intense orgasm that rushes through her, making her feel slightly light headed and making everything around her to sound muffled in her ears. As if that wasn’t enough, he continues to thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm, fucking her into oblivion, fucking her till she became overstimulated, yet even then, he still doesn’t stop. Only quickens his pace, slamming his hips into her, hands leaving marks on her skin from how hard he gripped her as his own peak starts to rise.

Which didn’t take long. From the way her fingers gripped tightly on his hair, nails raking against his skin, moans, whimpers leaving her lips, and her walls tightening against him had him tilting towards the edge. A couple thrusts later, his hips begin stuttering, his pace slowing down as he was nearing the end. With one final thrust he quickly pulls out just as his seed begins spurting out of him, painting the outside of her folds.

“Fuck!” He groans deeply against her neck as his own orgasm over powers him, leaving his body stiff as a rock as he rides it out,

A soft moan rumbles in her throat as she feels his warmth hitting her core, feeling the way it slides down her folds and most likely onto the beaten couch. Seconds passed as he continued to hover over her, large hands keeping him upright as he gathers his breathing, face buried on the side of her neck while warm breaths fan her sweaty skin. Once the high begins subsiding, he gently places feathery kisses against her neck, definitely feeling the way she shivers from this and only continues in moving his lips upwards; underneath her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips before hovering just above them. Noses rubbing together he looks into her eyes, no words, just stares into her (E/c) orbs and hopes whatever he wanted to tell her was readable through his own half-lidded eyes.

She must’ve because just as he closes the little gap between them, he catches the way the corner of her lips tilt upwards, indicating that she knew exactly what he meant through his eyes. The softly mold their lips together, pouring every emotion into it, tongues gently tangling with one another, tracing the outline of each other’s mouths. It was just untold emotions that were being expressed by their mouths, and they cherished every ounce of it.

“Have I paid you back yet?” She questions after breaking the kiss, feeling the way her lips shift upwards against his own,

Blue yes scan her face. Observing her features, the small scar on her upper left eyebrow from a mission, her (E/c) eyes that he has grown to love, another scar on her bottom lip from where an old piercing had been looped around back in her teenage days and finally her smile. Oh how he had fell for her smile, it was the one thing that let him know that she was good, happy, excited, herself. He lived for her smile, loved the way it brought warmth to his chest, loved the way it made his stomach flutter, and it was also at that moment that he knew he had fallen in love with you. Did it scare him? Absolutely. Would he admit it to you? Yes, just not right away. He was never good at confessions, but he did know how to express them towards the right people, and she was definitely one of them.

A small smirk tugs on the soldiers lips, blue eyes softening the longer her stares at her, “Believe you still have a debt to pay once we’re outta here,”

A cheeky smile spreads on her face at his words, obviously liking that idea. After a second or two, his smirk fades away as he slowly bends down to connect their lips once again. She hums into the kiss and only lets her fingers cradle the back of his neck, gently massaging the muscle as they continue to pour their love into the kiss. Eventually, about another 5 or possibly 10 minutes of lazily kissing one another, they part away. Once making sure her wound hadn’t been damaged even more, they silently fix their clothes to get ready for their extraction. Once their vests are safely clipped on their torso, gun safely tucked its holster, they stand by the window as Simon reaches for the button on his radio. Mask still off and gripped with the other hand.

“All stations this is Ghost in the blind how copy?” He gruffly says into his mic, waiting patiently for a response,

Just as (Y/n) places her earpiece in place she hears the most beautiful Scottish accent ringing in her ear, bringing a wide smile on her face, “Lt? Nice to hear you’re voice again,”

“Can’t say the same,” A small smirk tugs on his lips as he glances at (Y/n), causing a soft chuckle to escape from her as she lightly punches his shoulder,

“(Y/n) with you?” The sergeant asks, making her chest warm up from his concern,

“Affirmative,” Simon response firmly, definitely ignoring the way jealousy rises in his chest from the way Soap calls her by her first name and not by her callsign,

A relieved sigh is heard through their comms along with, “Glad to know you’re still kickin’ and breathin’ Nova,”

Still smiling she clicks the button by her shoulder, “Can’t get rid of me that easy big guy who else will keep you out of trouble?”

A deep chuckle vibrates in her ear, “Definitely would miss my partner in crime,”

“I’ve send you our location Soap, give us an estimate on your status,” Simon interrupts their conversation with a crabby tone,

Silence is heard on their line for a couple minutes before Soap is filling their ears once again, “About 15 minutes Lt,”

“Copy,”

A relieved sigh leaves (Y/n’s) mouth, she couldn’t wait to head back to base, see medical, get some grub, shower and fall face first on her bed. What would make it even better if another body accompanied her in said bed, but she knew she wouldn’t have to ask, he’d follow her without question.

“Let’s go home,” She tells him with a warm smile,

Simon looks down at her, chest fluttering and lips slightly shifting upwards as he scans her smile. Switching his mask to his left hand, he lets his right hand softly cradle the side of her cheek before closing the little distance and gently latching their lips together. He pecks her lips once, twice, thrice before moving his lips towards her forehead and letting it linger there for a good five seconds before parting away to glance into her eyes.

“Stay close,”

Her hand softly wraps around his wrist, smile tugging on her lips, “Always,”

Simons lips slightly lift, wishing he can enjoy this moment longer but they both had to get going, dropping his hand from her face he quietly slips on his mask and tucks it in his jacket. Once they were set he grabs ahold of the knob and turns towards her, he sends her a nod which she returns.

“Let’s go,” He states, opening the door and checking his surroundings with his rifle in the air,

Once cleared he motions for her to follow, which she does, right on his heels, never falling behind. Even after Soap had found them and they both safely climbed on board, they never parted away, well at least Simon didn’t. He could have sat across from her, stood next to Soap to fill him in about how fucked up the mission went, but instead, he sat right next to her. A gloved skeleton hand fitting itself with her own, fingers tangling with each other and remaining that way throughout the whole ride back to base. Neither of them caring about who can see, but definitely not being able to hide the way a smile creeps on their face— well Simon was a able to— but not (Y/n) when Soap sends them a childlike smirk when he catches their hands at some point.

They didn’t know it, but he was smirking for two reasons. 1.) He was glad they had finally worked their shit out and finally come to their goddamn senses. And 2.) He had just won 60 bucks fair and square from both Gaz and Alejandro.

Of course neither of them needed to know about the bet that was placed on them, but like always, Simon found out. After witnessing Gaz and Alejandro slide some cash towards a smirking Johnny, he waited for the child to turn around, causing him to collide with his stiff of a body before smacking him upside down on the head, causing a burst of laughter to erupt from both Gaz and Alejandro as the Lieutenant walks away, leaving a pouting Johnny as he massages the back of his head. What neither of them saw, because of the mask, neither of them saw the way a huge grin was plastered on Simons face as he walked away, obviously satisfied and for once extremely happy. The happiness in his chest only grew once his eyes landed on (Y/n) coming out of medical, who was smiling back at him.

He really was home.

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-Hopefully y’all enjoyed this rather long Fic! I’ve actually spent way too much time on this when I should be spending the same amount of time on my Research Paper that’s due this week 🥲

-Anyways, Thank You Guys for your Constant Support! Love Y’all!!

-Also, I’ve already collaborated with an amazing artist for my next Ghost Fic!! So stay tuned for that!! Make Sure to Turn On Post Notifications!! 🔔 For the Updates!!

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When people just send just emoji's, that is so unsettling to me. But I have a mighty need to figure out the puzzle, so warning this might be long.

FYI I could be 100% wrong.

🙃: I feel like this means something bad. Their life or world is upside down. Something definitely going on with the person or persons.

🌃: If this is very in intentional... It's a city at night. Either it represent home or a place to them.

🔴: Definitely bad juju with this. Red alarms.

🔥: Fire doesn't always mean something bad, but because of the emoji before this one, something is on fire.

💥: Something bad definitely happened.

🖤: Bruised heart man.

🌅: A sunrise? Awakening of some sort maybe. But probably not a good awakening.

🎶: Now this is the sketchy one.

⚡: Power. But I don't think it's from the person. There seems to be a bad powerful deity here. Maybe someone committed arson.

☔: This bad power raining down on them.

🌊: Flooded and overwhelmed.

🌪️: Destructive path.

🌋: This deity is very powerful.

🌬️: There is another deity?

🌙: A crescent moon can mean truth and new beginnings.

📆: There is a specific date in mind.

💐: This is another sketchy one. This person could had been a relationship with the bad deity.

⚰️: Death.

📈: Something is rising? Anger? Sadness?

👨‍👩‍👦: Family. Family gone? Perhaps their family died.

👥: A big bad hiding behind someone?

👹: Satan. Evil. Darkness. Demons.

🎤: This bad deity has a prominent voice.

📢: This deity has a big voice. Talking shit about this person to everyone?

🏝️: This is kinda confusing to me. Palm trees can mean victory and peace.

🐋: I have no clue.

Now for these last 7 emojis. And this is probably not what it means.... but the only thing that I get from this is the days after tribulation.

🦖: The Beast.

🎺: The Trumpet.

🏇: Second Coming.

⚔️: Satan's Defeat.

🕳: Satan being thrown into a pit for 1,000 years.

👑: Christ's reign on earth for 1,000 years.

🏰: Christ's kingdom.

It could be purposely done like this for a reason. Whatever this person has gone through, tribulation, they threw that bad person out of their life and is now living their best life.

I don't know.

But I need to know what it means lol.

So basically previous sent me tarot card readings but it’s emojis with explanation lol

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

An unpopular opinion on threads... 🤔

I don't know if this is so much of an "unpopular" opinion, so much as it is simply my personal preference, and it certainly isn't meant to shame anyone so I hope it's not taken that way.

But.

Rapid-fire threads that are all 1-2 liners back and forth. They flood my feed and they're incredibly obnoxious to me, especially when they aren't trimmed. I have to try to block the posts when I see them, but if they aren't tagged properly or tagged at all... and I can't block them... then I have to unfollow the people who are roleplaying this way. So unfortunately, if I'm looking for a new roleplay partner and I see this type of rp style on their blog, chances are I won't follow them.

I also dislike roleplaying this way, as rapid-fire replies like that stress me out. I'm happy to reply back and forth like, with 15-30 minutes in between replies. But I still - generally speaking - don't like replies to be only a couple of sentences long, unless they're crack, and even then, I can't keep up with it all day. I get tired and this style of roleplay wears me out very fast.

Again, no shade against people who roleplay this way, it's just not for me.

[xxdragonwriterxx]

Since you liked my first request I had another idea! I feel bad asking for you to write again, so if you don’t want to def don’t feel like you have to.

I’m loving the idea of the reader being a field medic and Levi gets hurt, so reader has to take care of him. The idea is making me so soft I 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

A/N: Oh my god, how dare you ask me, a writer with their requests open, to write something 😱unbelievable, this is so rude 😂😂. Thank you so much for sending this request, I think I went a little overboard 😅but I had a ton of fun writing it, it was such a sweet ask and I loved it! The beginning is a little darker than I think you were asking for (slight warning for gore in the beginning (poor Levi 🥺)) but it has plenty of fluffy stuff after that, I promise! And I know you and I already talked about this, but I did change the setting to the Underground instead of out in the field, thank you for letting me experiment a bit! I hope you enjoy, love! Feel free to request any time!

🐉Song Recommendation: “Envy Green” By: The Arcadian Wild 🐉

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Part 2 is here!

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🔥Stupid Prick 🔥

Levi groaned, both in pain and frustration as he attempted to twist his wrists out of the  harsh bindings that were holding him to a chair, only to gasp slightly when he felt a hot spear of pain jolt up his side and flood through his body like a lightning strike. His muscles were screaming, and his vision was starting to blur, his eyes swollen from the number of hits he had taken. His legs felt like jelly, limp and numb and useless. And his abdomen, where he had been sliced nearly in half by an angry man with a machete, felt like it was on fire, making him whimper despite his usual ability to bear through the pain soundlessly.

A cold chuckle sounding from somewhere in front of him made Levi bare his teeth, his silver eyes flashing with icy hatred despite the swelling, refusing to give his captor the satisfaction of taunting him.

“Well well well,” his captor crooned, “looks like the great Levi, ruthless leader of the most dangerous gang in the Underground, isn’t so indestructible after all.”

“Y-You b-bastard- AH!” Levi couldn’t help but cry out when the man in front of him dug his fingers into Levi’s wound, his wicked smile widening as the raven’s blood stained his fingers.

“Such language, Levi, you really shouldn’t talk to your superior that way.”

Levi bit his tongue to hold back the verbal abuse he wanted to hurl at his captor. He wanted nothing more than to tear this man limb from limb, to watch as he squirmed under his blade and begged for his life. But Levi was the one in the vulnerable position now, and even though he wasn’t used to it, he’d have to adjust.

Levi knew what kind of men he was dealing with. He had known going into this job what he was going to face, he just hadn’t expected to be on the receiving end of the man’s ire. He knew now he should’ve bypassed this job, especially since he had decided to go about it alone, but the reward his client had offered him in exchange for gathering intel on the human trafficking ring this particular man ran had been too tempting to pass up, the sum of which would’ve been enough to get him, Isabel, and Farlan to the surface. 

But he should’ve known better, should’ve known that something was amiss and turned it down. Now, he was stuck in this mess, knocking on death’s door without the support of his friends because of a cheating bastard and a client who thought he could trick the strongest thug in the Underground into getting caught by betraying him before the job had even begun. Levi’s blood boiled as he thought on it, his tongue nearly bleeding with the force of which he bit it, hoping to quell the gasps and whimpers that threatened to bubble from his throat.

A sudden kick to his stomach jolted him from his concentration, ripping a choked scream from his lips as more of his blood stained the ground. He looked up, his eyes glinting dangerously to see his captor smiling somehow wider, his eyes filled with a mix of disgust and interest as he regarded the broken raven in front of him. 

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

He hadn’t even realized the man had spoken to him. His brain felt hazy and he was starting to black out. Despite the black that was creeping along the edge of Levi’s vision, the short raven fixed a glare on the older man in front of him, never taking his eyes off of him. The look in the man’s eye made Levi’s stomach twist, but he forced down his nausea and tried to focus on finding a way out of here as they stared at each other, refusing to speak despite the pain he knew was sure to come the more he resisted.

“Heh, you really are a stubborn one, aren’t ya?” the greasy man asked, leaning down to Levi’s level, close enough for Levi to feel his hot, sticky breath brush uncomfortably against his face. Levi was unable to stop his nose from wrinkling or his body from shuddering at the sour  stench of sweat and filth coming from him.

Again, Levi kept his mouth shut, his scowl only intensifying as the man frowned at him, silently challenging him despite his injuries. Levi knew, as he looked into that disappointed gaze that he was going to die that day, but like hell if he was going to go down begging and pleading for his life like a fucking dog. He was going to fight until he could fight no more. It was pointless, he knew that too. His body was weak and tired, his brain foggy and his nerves screaming as if they were being burned alive, but that didn’t matter to him. It didn’t matter that it was pointless to die such a painful death when groveling and begging would probably make it better, because even now, his pride stood tall, refusing to bow for anyone.

Levi watched as the man backed away from him, the scowl on his portly face darkening as he moved to a long work bench lining the opposite wall, his pudgy fingers reaching for the  pistol resting on the wood.

“Pity,” the man said, pulling a magazine from his pocket and snapping open the chamber to load his weapon. “I was expecting a bit more from the greatest thug in the Underground. Sad to say I’m a bit disappointed, but not surprised. Guess we have to end this game early after all.”

Levi refused to let the man see the fear in his eyes despite his pounding heart, the insistent beating against his rib cage betraying the horror he secretly felt. He held his head up high despite every system in his body screaming at him to cower down, protect his head, his vitals, to escape and live. He forced himself to shove down every fight or flight instinct he could feel firing through his system and focused on looking the man right in the eye over the barrel of the gun, remaining unflinching as the snap of the chamber being closed echoed loudly in the room.

The man clenched his jaw in visible fury when he saw the unflinching expression on Levi’s face, and forced himself to smile wickedly when he raised the gun to shoulder height, positioning it in the right place to fire, but taking his sweet time to make it more theatrical. Levi refrained from rolling his eyes as he watched the man carefully reposition his feet and fiddle with the settings on the weapon in his hands, knowing he was doing nothing but trying to make Levi anxious with apprehension.

“Did nobody teach you how to properly load a weapon?” Levi growled, his patience wearing thin.

The man chuckled, “Eager are we?”

Levi didn’t answer, merely glaring at his captor as he continued to fiddle with the settings until he finally seemed satisfied, glancing everything over before giving a single nod of confirmation. He looked up to meet Levi’s furious gaze with a cold smile, frustration bubbling in his veins at the lack of fear he saw.

Levi knew he was done. He knew this was where his life would end, stuck in this filthy basement, away from his friends and without having ever seen the sun. He gritted his teeth, fury and despair overwhelming him in it’s intensity as he closed his eyes and thought of the people he would never see again, of the things he would never get to experience. The only thing he could hope for is that Farlan and Isabel would stay safe, and hopefully find their way to the surface, so they could enjoy the feeling of the sun for him.

Suddenly, without warning, the sound of the gun being fired exploded in the small space, making Levi flinch despite himself and nearly covering up the sound of a pained cry coming from his captor. Levi had no time to think about anything as the bullet blasted into him like a small rocket, ripping a scream from his throat as it tore through his side, opposite of his knife wound. The force of the bullet at close range made the chair he was strapped to fall back, sending him flying into the back wall behind him.

The once subtle blackness that had been teasing his vision earlier now exploded in front of his eyes, dotting his vision and obscuring the details of the room. He desperately tried to stay conscious, tears leaking from his eyes as he tried to keep them open, but it was all for naught, the pain in his system too much for even him to bear. Levi let out a final choked groan as a blurred figure moved over him, before he lost consciousness completely, the immense pain finally drifting away as his world went dark.

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Farlan looked up from the book he was pretending to read at the sound of the door slamming open, his eyes settling on a frazzled looking Isabel. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with red, and her chest was heaving as she fought for breath. She looked awful, but he figured she didn’t look much worse than he did, his own eyes dragged down by purple bags and his hair tangled and messy.

“What is it?” Farlan asked, dropping the book onto the couch and standing to meet the normally energetic red-head.

“He’s waking up!” Isabel said, beckoning for him to follow her as she turned and raced back into Levi’s bedroom, Farlan right on her heels.

The pair burst into the room, Farlan’s eyes immediately darting to his bedridden best friend, hope daring to flare a little in his chest as he saw the raven twitching in his sleep, trying to fight his way to consciousness.

“Come on, Big Bro,” Isabel murmured softly, kneeling by Levi’s bedside and reaching for his hand, “just open your eyes for us. Please, you can do it.”

They both perked up when they heard Levi start to mumble things under his breath, his eyelids fluttering as battled his fatigue. Isabel gasped when she felt his fingers clench around her  own, a loud groan escaping his lips as he broke through the fog. Both friends had tears streaming down their faces while they watched with bated breaths as Levi finally managed to open his eyes with another pained moan.

“LEVI!” Isabel and Farlan both shouted in relief, wobbly smiles on their faces as their friend closed his eyes again with a small whimper before blinking them open again, his silvery hues flickering around the room as he tried to piece together where he was.

“I-Isabel? Farlan?” Levi murmured groggily, concern bleeding into his tone despite his weak state as he took in their tear-stained faces.

“Shhh, Big Bro, you’re alive. You’re alive and safe,” Isabel said, reaching up to brush his bangs from his face, beaming at the slightly annoyed scowl he threw in her direction.

“Alive? What-”

Suddenly, Levi froze, the memories of his capture and torture flooding back over him. His eyes widened as he looked wildly between Isabel and Farlan, fear swirling in his gaze as he looked at his two closest friends.

“Isabel, Farlan, you should not have come. Our client betrayed us, you have to get out of here before that maniac comes back. If he finds you here, he’ll kill you. Please, get out of here while you still can!”

Farlan quickly rushed over as Levi tried to push himself up onto his elbows, placing a gentle but firm hand on the raven’s bare chest and pushing him back down onto the bed before he could injure himself more.

“Levi, Levi, calm down,” Farlan murmured. “You’re safe, we are back home now, away  from those men. You have nothing to worry about, nobody is coming to kill us. It’s all taken care of.”

Levi slowly relaxed at Farlan’s words, but his eyes were still wary, darting around the room as if waiting for it all to be a trap. He slowly started to recognize his own bedroom, and his exhaustion hit him full force, making him lay back down with a soft thump into the pillows.

“How?”

They knew what he was asking.

“Actually, Big Bro, you were-”

The sound of the bedroom door opening cut off Isabel’s explanation, everyone turning to see a young (h/c) haired woman peeking her head in, her (e/c) eyes bright as she looked at Farlan and Isabel.

“Is he awake?” She asked, her voice soft and deep; comforting.

“Yeah,” Farlan said, while Isabel nodded, the pair moving slightly so the woman could see the raven laying in his bed, his cold silver stare pinned warily on her face.

“Good! It’s about time,” she said, pushing the door the rest of the way open and slipping into the room, smiling at the trio as she made her way over to them. Levi immediately sat up as she approached, ignoring Farlan’s attempts to push him back down as he remained on high alert. Almost subconsciously, Levi’s hand drifted in front of Isabel, ready to push her behind him should things get messy, despite his injuries.

“Who the fuck are you?” Levi snapped, his muscles tensed and ready to lash out.

The woman immediately stopped and held her hands up, a warm yet confident smile playing on her lips as she appraised him, “Easy there, I’m not here to hurt you.”

Levi bared his teeth, not ready to believe a word of it until he felt a soft hand gently brush his arm. Breaking his gaze with the mysterious woman, Levi glanced in confusion at Isabel and the hand she  had on his arm.

“Don’t worry Big Bro, she’s telling the truth.”

“Huh?” Levi asked, shocked that they would so blindly put trust in someone he knew they didn’t know.

“It’s true, Levi,” Farlan said softly, locking eyes with his friend. “She’s the one who rescued you.”

Levi whipped around to look at the woman again, his eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down, “What?”

“Yeah!” Isabel said, a small smile breaking out on her face. “We didn’t even know you’d been captured. She came pounding on our door late at night, holding your body in her arms.”

Levi’s head was spinning, trying to remember if he had seen her before he blacked out. His memories were foggy and distorted, but he was sure he had never seen her before. Why was she here? Why had she spent the time to save him? How did she know where he lived? His head was starting to hurt from all of the questions swirling in his mind, and the aches in his body were finally starting to revive themselves, demanding his attention the longer he stayed awake.

“W-Who are you?” Levi croaked, annoyed when the pain made him stutter.

The woman moved towards him again, ignoring his warning growl and gently reaching out to push him back into the pillows, checking his temperature with the back of her hand against his forehead.

“The name’s (Y/N),” she said, giving him a reassuring smile as she took her hand away from his face. “I’m just here to help, I promise.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” Levi asked sharply despite the fatigue that was starting to creep back into his bones.

“You don’t, but it’s not like you have much of a choice.”

Levi gritted his teeth. He wanted to argue, but he knew she was right. The experience of him and his friends were centered more on stealing and killing than healing, and she at least seemed to know what she was doing on that front.

Levi grumbled something about her already being a pain in the ass and was surprised when she let out a quiet laugh, her eyes sparkling at him as she pulled the covers up to his chin and took a few steps back to give him some room.

“Don’t worry, I get that a lot. Now, you get some sleep, your body needs it. I’ll check on you in a couple hours, alright?”

Levi didn’t respond, but she didn’t expect him too. She flashed him another smile before turning and heading to the bedroom door, closing it behind her with a soft click. Levi glanced at his two friends but they only shrugged and smiled at him.

“She’s right, you know. Get some sleep and focus on getting better, we can talk more later,” Farlan said.

Levi suddenly felt too tired to argue, his body demanding he rest so it could use his leftover energy to heal itself. Giving a slow nod, Levi relaxed into the pillows and closed his eyes, this time, unafraid to let the darkness cloud his vision as he quickly fell asleep.

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“No.”

“Levi, you need this.”

“No, I do not. Get the fuck away from me.”

(Y/N) huffed, her hands on her hips and an annoyed frown twisting her normally bright features, “Yes you do. It’s just a needle, what are you so afraid of?”

Levi scowled, “Like hell I’m letting you put a blade in me.”

“Again, it’s a needle, not a blade,” (Y/N) said, fighting against the impulse to roll her eyes. “And, if I don’t stitch you back up, then you will be at risk for serious infection. I would’ve done this when you were unconscious, but you were losing too much blood after I removed the bullet, I had no choice but to wrap it with a bandage and rely on the pressure to stop the bleeding. Just sit still and you’ll be fine. There’s nothing to be afraid of, this will feel like nothing but a few small pricks, I promise.”

“I’m not afraid,” Levi grumped, making (Y/N)’s lips twitch. He was acting like a stubborn child but it was kind of amusing, especially considering who he was.

“Oh really? Then what’s the issue?”

Levi glared at her and tried not to look impressed when she shot him one right back, refusing to scurry away with her tail between her legs like most people did when faced with Levi’s infamous silver glare.

“I don’t trust you with that,” Levi said pointedly, turning his nose up at her. He didn’t expect her to giggle.

“Oh sure, because I’d totally try to kill you now, after spending all of this time trying to heal you. What kind of moron would kill someone when they are weak and vulnerable and bleeding out on the floor of a filthy basement when you could patch them up first so they are stronger when you try to kill them? And why use a knife or a gun when you have a tiny needle and a string of sutures? I must be the smartest killer ever.”

Although he wanted to deny it, her words did make sense, and it made his lips curl upwards slightly at the corners without his permission. His intense stare met her mischievous one, her eyes glittering with barely suppressed amusement. Levi huffed and tried to ignore her as he finally let her do what she wanted, holding his breath as she peeled the sheets back to reveal his bandage covered torso. 

Despite trying to appear unfazed, Levi couldn’t help but watch her from the corner of his eye as she leaned forward and gently worked on unraveling his soiled bandages and lifting them into the trash can, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the smell of coagulated blood and soiled fluids.

Levi scoffed at her reaction, but she ignored him, focusing on her work. Leaning down, (Y/N) dipped a washcloth into a bowl of water she had brought with her, and raised it to gently dab at his wounds. She paused every time he hissed in pain, and moved over the area again more slowly, carefully wiping away the mess surrounding both his bullet wound and the gash he had across his belly. She knew both would leave the largest scars he sported on his body, but she was at least confident that she could help them heal as well as possible, hopefully leaving no long term damage.

Once she was satisfied that the wound had been cleaned properly and that no signs of infection could be seen, (Y/N) reached for the needle, double checking to make sure it was clean before winding it with the sutures. She glanced at Levi as she prepared her tools, noticing his nervous expression despite his obvious efforts to hide it.

“Don’t worry, Levi. I’ve done this a million times, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not worrying,” he snapped, but (Y/N) was glad to see his face relax a bit, his tense muscles loosening. She couldn’t tell if he was genuinely afraid of the needle or if he was just afraid of her being the one to use the needle on him, but as she leaned over him to find a starting point, she decided she was going to make sure this was the best stitching job she had ever done on anyone, just for him.

(Y/N) gave Levi a reassuring smile as she carefully pushed the needle into his skin, her eyes softening when he jolted slightly. She knew she should tell him to relax, but he already knew that, telling him would just make him more irritated. Patiently waiting for him to get a little more comfortable, (Y/N) started carefully applying the sutures, going slowly but efficiently, not wasting any time to get his wounds closed up before he could lose any more blood.

It was silent while she worked, (Y/N) focused on making sure every stitch was perfect while Levi focused on not squirming under her with each tiny prick he felt. It wasn’t so much painful as it was uncomfortable, his body itching to shove the sharp needle away from his inflamed flesh.

It wasn’t until (Y/N) was finished with his bullet wound and had moved onto the gash in his side that Levi finally found it in himself to speak, “Why are you doing this?”

“I told you, it’s to make sure the blood clots properly so you can avoid getting a nasty infe-”

“No, I mean, why are you helping me? Why did you rescue me from that basement? How did you rescue me from that basement?”

“Oh,” (Y/N) said, pausing so she could focus on the next stitch. “Well, if you must know, I was actually attempting to kill your captor when he was torturing you.”

Levi’s gaze was filled with surprise as he looked at her, “Really?”

“Mm, you know what that man did for a living, right?”

Levi nodded, “He was in the human trafficking business.”

“Right,” (Y/N) took a deep breath, her eyes dropping his gaze to train on the next stitch. “I’m from the surface. I was an apprentice for a doctor on the outskirts of the wall, used for healing the soldiers of the Survey Corps when their own infirmary got to be too full. We hosted other patients as well, but the soldiers were our most common visitors. I was trained to treat everything from a missing limb to a bullet wound.”

“So, how did you end up down here?”

“The man who shot you visited the clinic one day while my master was out. He demanded to be treated immediately for some kind of issue with his throat, but when I took him into the back and went to examine him, he knocked me out. I woke up in the dingy upstairs bedroom of the house where I found you, with fifty other people crammed into the space like sardines. I don’t know exactly how many of us were there, but if there were that many in the one room I was in, there had to have been over two-hundred throughout the whole house.”

Levi was stunned, his eyes wide as he watched the woman in his lap, his body so numb he didn’t even twitch when she inserted the needle again.

“It took me a while, but I finally managed to squeeze my way through the crowd of people and slip past the guards to reach the basement. I wasn’t expecting him to be busy, he spent most of his time in the basement since it was the one room besides the front entry that didn’t have people packed into it. But then, as I came downstairs, knife in hand, I saw you in that chair, a pistol in your face. I didn’t know you, I didn’t even know you were anyone of recognition until I met your friends, but I knew I had to help you. Whether you were trafficked like me, or someone they picked off the streets, I figured you could use an escape too, no matter what you had done to upset my kidnapper.”

“I would’ve saved you before you were shot but I only reached the basement at the tail end of your interaction with him, so by the time I had thrown my knife into his throat, you had already gone down. I thought you were dead, but there you were, trying to stay conscious despite the amount of blood you were losing. I managed to get the bullet out of you and wrap you with some bandages I found in a nearby closet, and then headed back upstairs to help the others. Once word of the ring leader’s death spread around, everything happened at once. The guards tried to hold everyone back, but without proper organized instruction from a leader, they were easily overpowered. All of the chaos proved to be a good distraction, so I was able to get both of us out without getting shot myself.”

“I managed to find your house after someone you had worked with in the past pointed me in the right direction, and that was where I met Isabel and Farlan. They let me stay only under the condition that I would help heal you.”

(Y/N) finally finished placing the last suture, and leaned back to admire her work, giving a solid nod before putting the needle down and reaching for the antibacterial cream that she could now smear over his injuries.

“To be honest, Levi, I have no fucking clue why I saved you. Something inside me just told me to. I don’t know if it was because my medical instincts kicked in once I noticed how injured you were. I don’t know if it was because I thought you may have been trafficked as well. I don’t know if it was because I wanted to spite my captor and your distraction provided the perfect opportunity. The only thing I know, is that I’m glad I saved you. No matter the reason, I’m glad you’re alive, and I’m really happy I got the chance to meet you.”

Levi was silent, his words failing him as (Y/N) rewrapped his bandages, giving a satisfied grin once he was completely put back together again. Pulling the covers back up over his bare top half, (Y/N) made sure he was comfortable before moving away to wash her hands and clean up her supplies, flashing him a warm smile once she was finished.

“Alright, now try to get some rest, okay? You can’t be moving around too much for the first twenty-four hours so you can give those stitches a chance to settle in, alright? I’ll check on you later tonight,”  (Y/N) said, opening the door to his bedroom.

“I’m glad I got to meet you too.”

(Y/N) paused when she heard those words, slowly turning to face him. If it weren’t for the slight blush on his face, (Y/N) would’ve thought she had imagined the words. She beamed at him in response.

“Thank you, Levi,” (Y/N) said quietly before shutting the door behind her with a soft click, leaving Levi alone with his thoughts.

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Something had changed in Levi after that day. He was still the same moody, stubborn asshole he had been when they first met, but (Y/N) could tell there was a subtle shift, a slight willingness to make her job just a little bit easier. He still grumbled at her and argued with her about everything, but he had started to debate with her less about his health and more about her own.

“(Y/N), have you eaten yet today?”

“No, not yet. Sorry Levi, I’m too busy trying to take care of your lazy ass.”

“Tch, brat. Here, eat. Now.”

(Y/N) looked down to see that Levi had pushed his own pitiful plate of bread scraps towards her, motioning for her to have the rest of it.

(Y/N) shook her head as she pushed it back to him, “Oh no, Levi. That’s really sweet of you, but don’t think I didn’t notice you already give your first half to Isabel. You can’t always sacrifice yourself for others, especially now. You need your strength more than ever if you want to fully recover.”

“What will you eat then?”

“I’ll pick something up in town when I go to dispose of your old bandages.”

Levi quirked an eyebrow at her, “Do you have the money for that?”

“No,” (Y/N) said with a soft chuckle and a wink.

Levi huffed a laugh but it was weaker than hers was, and his eyes were full of the concern he constantly denied he had.

“Fine, but at least take Isabel or Farlan with you. I don’t need you getting picked up again, okay, brat?”

 “Aww, you really do care about me,” (Y/N) teased, her heart warm.

“No,” Levi grumbled defensively. “I just…  I need you to stick around so I can get better faster. If someone else gets to you then I might be bedridden forever.”

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“Am I going to have to chain you to this bed?” (Y/N) asked, her voice stern as she stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, having caught him red-handed in trying to get out of bed yet again.

“All I want is a bath,” Levi grumbled.

(Y/N) shook her head despite the pain in her heart. She knew he had a thing for cleanliness, and that the idea of being in bed for days, wallowing in his own filth was making him itch, but a bath would just make things worse.

“I know you do, but your injuries can’t soak in water for that long. You can take a shower if you’d like though, just so long as it’s quick and you give me a moment to set your injury properly.”

Levi’s expression turned a bit desperate, “We don’t have a shower.”

Oh, right. They couldn’t afford running water. The only reason they were able to have a bath was because it was nothing more than a small tub that they would fill with water from a nearby welling system. It usually required a lot of buckets and teamwork for even one of them to get clean.

“Okay, um, how about this? Why don’t we gather some water from the well like you normally do, then separate the water from the buckets into cups, and I can help bathe you by pouring the water over your head instead of letting you soak in the tub?”

Levi tried to hide the flush that immediately burned his cheeks at the thought of (Y/N) bathing him, but he couldn’t help it. He felt a nervousness that was foreign to him at the thought, the idea of being so vulnerable with someone making him feel uncharacteristically shy.

Shaking his head, he shoved those thoughts to the side. Hadn’t he already been in a vulnerable state with (Y/N) for days? Shouldn’t he be past this point of nervousness with her? Gritting his teeth, Levi decided that no matter how anxious he felt, he was going to do it. She was being kind enough to offer to help, and he was starting to get desperate. Meeting her gaze with a determined glint in his eye, Levi nodded once and settled back under the covers obediently.

(Y/N) smiled at him, “I’ll be right back then. Please, please stay put. I promise I will be back as soon as I can.”

Levi didn’t know how, but he managed to follow her orders, impatiently waiting for her to gather everything they needed as she brought in several buckets of water, some towels, and fresh clothes for him. When she had finally set everything up, (Y/N) carefully slid her arm around Levi’s shoulders, allowing him to lean on her as they made their way into the bathroom. (Y/N) led him to the middle of the cramped room, to a chair settled beside the bathtub, allowing him to sit and grasp onto the rim of the tub.

“I’m going to undress you now. Is that okay?” (Y/N) asked softly, keeping her eyes trained on his face.

Levi swallowed thickly but nodded, trying to focus on keeping the blush from his cheeks.

(Y/N) started with his shirt, gently lifting it over his head to reveal his bandage covered torso. She paused in her undressing him to carefully unwrap his bandages before continuing on, making sure his injuries were stable. Then, she moved to his pants, her fingers light and quick, trying not to make the situation any more embarrassing than it already was. When his pants were off and thrown to the corner of the room, (Y/N) stood and moved behind him, giving him the privacy to take off his boxers on his own. When he sat bare before her, (Y/N) started to get everything else set up, keeping her eyes locked on anything but him as she worked.

Levi watched as she moved nimbly around the small space, rolling up her sleeves and reaching for the cups of water she had lined along the floor, but broke eye contact as soon as she turned to move behind him. He knew as she raised a cup above his head that the water was going to be cold, but he still couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down his spine when he felt the water splash on his head and trickle over his skin.

Thankfully, he didn’t have long to think about the freezing water as (Y/N) squeezed some soap into her hands and incorporated it into his soft raven locks, her hands on him instantly making him feel warm. He shuddered happily at the feeling of the grime being scrubbed away and leaned back into her touch, a quiet groan escaping from between his lips.

“Good?” (Y/N) asked softly, massaging his scalp as she worked.

“Mm, very.”

(Y/N) felt pride light up every nerve in her body at his response, more motivated than ever to get him to feel comfortable again. Reaching for another cup, she poured more water over his head to wash away the suds, making sure to keep one hand cupped over his face to keep the soap from stinging his eyes. As soon as his hair was done, (Y/N) grabbed an old sponge Levi had given to her and doused it in soap, squeezing it until it was covered in white foamy bubbles, before rubbing down his back. She worked in silence, gently kneading the soap into his skin, meticulously cleaning every inch of flesh he allowed her to touch until she was at his feet, finishing her full body wash with a dramatic flourish on his toes.

“There! All done!” (Y/N) said cheerfully, grabbing a few more cups of water to make sure every last bit of soap had been washed away, not wanting to leave him itchy and uncomfortable later. Once the soap had been cleaned from his body, she started to dry him off with a towel, making sure to be extra careful with his wounds so as to avoid causing any undue pain. When she was satisfied, (Y/N) wrapped his wounds with fresh bandages and helped him hobble back to his bed.

Levi was surprised and touched to see that Isabel and Farlan had changed out his sheets while he was being cleaned and collapsed happily into the mattress, sighing blissfully. (Y/N) chuckled at him, but he was too tired to snap at her for it.

“Better, Levi?”

Levi couldn’t muster more than a grunt of affirmation, causing (Y/N) to snicker again as she pulled the blankets over him, tucking him in so he could rest. When she was completely finished, (Y/N) made her way to the door in silence, a smile on her face. She had just reached the door, trying to open it slow enough to keep it from creaking when she heard his groggy voice.

“Thank you… for everything...”

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Isabel and Farlan waited impatiently in the kitchen, Farlan at the counter, drinking a cup of tea, and Isabel pacing up and down the length of the room, nibbling on her nails as she walked.

“Calm down, Izzy,” Farlan said, trying to shove down the impulse to drum his fingers or bounce his leg. “He’ll be out soon.”

“I know!” Isabel said, her eyes bright as she ignored her friend’s words and continued to pace. “That’s why I can’t stop, Big Bro, after two whole weeks of bedrest, will finally be fully healed!”

“He’ll be better, Izzy. He still won’t be completely healthy, so you’re going to have to be more gentle than usual,” Farlan said with a stern glance at the bouncy red-head.

Isabel paused to stick her tongue out at him, making the blonde smile at her childish antics, “Stop being such a killjoy.”

Farlan was just about to argue back, an indignant look on his face, when the sound of the door opening cut them off their playful bickering.

“BIG BRO!!!”

“Levi!”

Farlan stood from his seat  so fast the chair toppled over and Isabel rushed the raven-haired man, ignoring Farlan’s earlier warning and leaping into his open arms with the gentleness of a charging bull. It surely hurt him a little, but Levi did nothing more than grunt as he wrapped his arms around the girl, a hint of a smile curling his lips.

“How do you feel?” Farlan asked, approaching the pair with a warm smile on his face.

“Like shit, but… better,” Levi said gruffly, his smile widening despite himself.

Farlan finally managed to pry Isabel from Levi and gave his brother his own one armed hug, happy to finally see the normally steadfast man back on his feet.

“Yeah, he’s a stubborn one, that’s for sure. He refused to go down without a fight,” (Y/N) said, suddenly appearing behind Levi, her medical supplies packed away neatly into the small bag she had strapped across her body.

“Thanks to you,” Farlan said, leaning away from Levi and flashing (Y/N) a bright smile.

(Y/N) waved him off, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed slightly red from the compliment, “It was nothing, really. He’s the reason I was able to escape the human trafficking ring, the least I could do was make him feel better.”

(Y/N) moved past Levi but only had about five seconds before she was bombarded by a particularly energetic red-head, nearly sent sprawling to the floor from the force of her hug.

“Thank you, for saving Big Bro.”

(Y/N) felt her heart melt into a puddle of goo in her stomach, her smile so wide her cheeks ached, “You’re welcome, Isabel. It really wasn’t anything special-”

“It was,” Levi said, cutting her off.

(Y/N) looked up, pulling herself away from Isabel as Levi approached her, an unreadable look in his eye. She couldn’t help the squeak that was ripped from her throat when he reached out to suddenly wrap his arms around her, holding her close to his now stitch-free chest.

“You saved my life, thank you.”

(Y/N) would’ve responded but found herself frozen in shock, her hands suspended in the air as she debated with herself on hugging him back or keeping her distance. She eventually managed to relax a little, her heart still pounding like a jackrabbit, and placed her hands on his back, giving him a gentle squeeze.

The hug didn’t last long, but it didn’t need to. Coming from Levi, she knew it was special, something to be treasured. The mysterious look was still in his eyes when they parted, but he turned away before (Y/N) could even consider asking what it meant.

“Alright, I should probably be headed off now,” (Y/N) said once she had finally composed herself enough to speak without sounding breathless.

“What?” Farlan asked. “You aren’t staying?”

“Yeah!” Isabel added. “You healed Big Bro, you should stay and have dinner with us, to celebrate!”

That sounded lovely but (Y/N) shook her head, “I’ve been invading your personal space for almost three weeks now, I should finally get out of your hair. Besides, I have my own home to get to.”

The trio protested but she held firm, wanting nothing more than to stay, but knowing that if she did, she might never leave. Grabbing her medical bag and a knife Levi had given her, (Y/N) made her way to the door, ready to finally head home.

“Wait.”

(Y/N) turned, her hand on the doorknob to see Levi standing in the middle of the room, as if he had been ready to follow her, his head tilted up but his eyes averted, the whispers of a light blush on his cheeks.

“When will I see you again?”

(Y/N) smiled, “Sometime soon.”

“Where will you be?”

“Around.”

“Must you always answer in cryptic phrases?”

“Must you be so serious all the time?” (Y/N)’s smile widened, her eyes glimmering with mischief. “Don’t worry, Levi, I promise we will see each other again soon. What kind of medic would I be if I didn’t check up on my favorite patient?”

Levi flushed a little darker, but his lips curled into a small smile, “You better keep that promise, brat.”

(Y/N) opened the door with a soft laugh, giving all of them one last “goodbye!” and a wink before closing the door behind her as she left the trio alone, making her way back home.

Levi stared at the door for a while, a large part of him hoping she would turn around and come back, even though he knew she wouldn’t. She had a life to get back to, people who needed her. She couldn’t waste her life down in this shithole with him, even if a selfish part of him kind of wanted that. Even so, he fully expected her to keep her promise. He would make sure to hold her to it, refusing to let this be their last time together.

He didn’t know why he felt so passionate about her, about getting to know her and being with her. He knew a part of it was because she had saved him, but another part of it was more obscure, making him feel unsure about himself for the first time since he was a small child.

It didn’t matter the reason though. He was bonded to her, and he would do everything in his power to make sure she stayed in his life. He wanted to know everything about her, and for the first time in his life, he wasn’t scared of the fact. Turning around, he was reminded that his friends were in the room with him when he looked up to see their smug expressions.

“What?” Levi asked, his brow twitching in irritation.

Farlan smiled at him, “If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.”

[sasorikigai]

Do you think you can really keep this long distance relationship with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei? You both seem pretty busy with your own matters.

Send my muse anons about their relationships. || anonymous, mention of @indulgentia || always accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Unparalleled trust and devotion always have been Hanzo Hasashi’s foundation; which continues to fuel nurturing growth and betterment, solely and wholly stemmed from his eternal love. Their indescribable and empyrean love causes Grandmaster Hasashi to be so captivated and enthralled by the world around him; the calm after a quick downpour, the air and ground of Fire Gardens soaking wet, the plants and flora vibrant and verdant, the baptismal cleanness of it all symbolizes Scorpion’s own pulverization and rebirth, a Phoenix risen from the abysmal depth of fathomless darkness of vengeance, despair, and wrath. 

He is simply content with the swarming warmth resonating within him against the still-thundering sky, as the wraith’s once truncated and one-dimensional perspective had significantly widened to accompany many virtues once slaughtered along with Hanzo Hasashi’s human self. The familiar emptiness and darkness may echo and ricochet, but its force will never be stronger than the sweeping love he bestows towards Kuai Liang. 

“There could not be a more splendid world, and here I am existing in it. Despite our seldom meetings of us lovers, I still embody the tendrils of Liang’s aura shimmering in his absence, as my heart continues to shiver in respiration and the radiance of his brilliant existence as it echoes towards the cantillation of my breaths,” even as Shirai Ryu reside in the warmest part of Japan, while inhospitable Arctika encases the hidden enclave of the Lin Kuei, filled with newly recruited outsiders who have vowed to do good, following Sub-Zero’s encompassing, kind tutelage, in the instrument of frigid coldness, Hanzo Hasashi sees the volant lightness without the deathly chill of despair and hopelessness which he saw moments before his gruesome death, and multitudes of others in disguised Quan Chi, taking elder Sub-Zero’s likeness. 

Somewhere, Kuai Liang is volant in Hanzo Hasashi’s sky, and vice versa; they will continue too rise towards each other, as if they had been a missing instruments correlating, synchronizing in time, filling in the gaps of their missing life. Despite missing him dearly in their busy, responsible lives of serving as the respective clans’ Grandmasters, Hanzo could never deny the fact that merely thinking of Kuai Liang gives him great comfort and serenity. How his heart would flutter at the thought of his name. Sometimes, it may become excruciating agony and twisting sucking sensation in the pit of his stomach as desperate yearning and longing would rob him of his concentration, but it is his proverbial, sempiternal love, loyalty, and devotion he holds for Liang that suffocates all the uneasy silence and brooding gloom of his nature. 

“No amount of distance and our respective absence will diminish the immeasurable scope of our love; for our love transcends the mortality, thus the finiteness of life itself. Just like the currents of Liang’s cryomancy and swirling eruption of my pyromancy, it is an inseverable construct which exemplifies the torrential floods of sensory muchness, assailing me with such wholesomeness. I have no doubt Liang would echo the same sentiment.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[enasallavellan]

Chapter 92

Fireflies and no sleep make Solas a grumpy boy.

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🔥 Campfire Ambience

Fireflies were out en masse that night, only keeping a distance from the blazing fire that they had lit to keep the mosquitoes and other biting insects at bay.

Enasal had gone pale as Varric told her the fate of Crestwood.  The outbreak of plague, the tragic breaking of the dams and the initial flooding of the lower town.  So many dead, so many lives destroyed.  

And his storytelling was impeccable.

“Would you lay off the depressing shit?”  Bull asked, “You’re going to give her nightmares.”

“We always avoided places like that.”  Enasal said with a shrug, “I didn’t know we were avoiding anything, but we never visited anything like… well, places like that…”  She hesitated, “Is… all that real?  Or just a fireside story?”  

Varric winced at her hopeful tone, “Sorry, Seastorm.  All true.”

Solas patted her head, “It’s nothing to worry over, the plague is far gone and the water’s calm.”

Enasal leaned forward and nodded, “Why Crestwood, though?”

Varric laughed, “A place rumored to be haunted by the ghosts of those wretched with plague and met their end by drowning? That’s a place most people would avoid, so I suppose Hawke’s Warden friend thought it’d be a good place to hide.”  

Bull stood, “It’s late.  We have a while before we get to Crewstwood, don’t know how much time we’ll have to rest when we get there.  Heard some rumors that rattle my nerves.”

“Rumors?”  Enasal pressed.

“Nothing you need to worry about.”  Bull said, “Don’t even know if it’s true or not.  I’ll let you know if I think it’s a problem.”

Enasal rolled her eyes but went to her pack to retrieve her bedroll.  She flipped it open and onto the ground, “I’m just sleeping out here tonight.  Solas, Bull?”

“Not me?”  Varric chuckled.

Another roll of her eyes, “You’ve only slept outside once, and that was just because I was having an existence crisis.”

“Existential crisis.”  He supplied, “But you’re right.  Enjoy the bugs.”

“I’m with Varric on this.” Bull said, “You two can commune with nature or whatever elves do.”

Solas laughed and put his bedroll on the opposite side of the fire. “The weather is warm and the sky is clear.  Why not enjoy it?”

Sleep didn’t come easy for anyone that night.  Enasal tossed and turned with dreams of bloated, infected corpses.  Varric was irritated by the heat and the single mosquito that had gotten into his tent.  Bull’s sleep was interrupted by Varric’s cursing and his own ears perked for any intruders.

Solas was irritated by the constant bobbing lights.

“Enasal.”  He muttered, just loud enough to wake her, “Send your fireflies away.”

She rolled over on her mat, “I’m not doing anything.”

“They follow you, Enasal.”  He covered his eyes with his arm, “Tell them to leave.”

She wedged her eyes open, gazing up at the fireflies above, rivaling even the stars.  Some seemed much too large for a firefly, more intent on gathering close.  “They’re not that bright.  Go to sleep.”

“It is bright.”

“No it isn’t.”

From Varric’s tent, “Would you two shut up?”

Solas sat up and swatted at the bugs.

“Leave them alone.”  Enasal muttered, “They aren’t doing anything.”

He stumbled up and into his tent, muttering an apology and swiping at them a final time before sealing it. 

Enasal sighed and looked up at the sky, “I can’t do anything about you, can I?”

They silently bobbed in the air.  Some of the larger ones had congregated around her head. 

“Shoo.”  She yawned, “It’s late.”

The dance around their camp continued.

“What if someone is sneaking around?”  She opened her eyes and gave another shooing motion.  “You’ll show everyone where they are.  Hush now, you’re not even supposed to be out this late.  Go to bed, yourselves.”

For an instant the lights froze, seeming to mull on her words.  In the end, they retreated to the edges of their camp, where they stubbornly kept a vigilant circle.

Enasal sighed and rolled back over, with a murmur of thanks.

From Past to Present Extended (1 Hour)

The next day, Solas was irritable until noon. 

Enasal and the others gave him plenty of space, and he opted to accept it until they stopped to eat.  

“Forgive my bite.”  He said, “The movement, the hue.  It was more disruptive than I expected.”

“You expected lightning bugs to swarm the camp?” Varric laughed.

Solas nodded, “You’ve not noticed how they gather around her at night?”

“Big ones, too.”  Enasal said, “I didn’t know they got that big.”

Solas looked at her from the side, “‘Big ones’?”  

Enasal nodded, “Yeah, like…”  She held her hand cupped apart, around the size of an apple. 

“I might not be a man of nature.”  Varric said, “But that seems a little… abnormal.”

“She’s abnormal.”  Bull chuckled, “They’re just looking for a kindred spirit.”

“Perhaps an actual spirit?”  Solas asked.

Varric chuckled, “Always spirits, with you.”  

“They are the answers to many a mystery.”  He said, glancing over at Bull, “Do you have an estimate?”

Bull nodded, “Tomorrow probably.  Humidity’s up and the road’s more defined.  We’re close.”  He turned to Enasal, “Focus up, boss.  The Inquisition hasn’t sent anyone ahead of us this time - we’re on our own.”

Enasal frowned,  “I’m surprised they're sending me out here if that’s the case - the way our advisors-”

“She means Cullen.”  Bull chuckled.

Enasal glared at him. 

“The man’s an inch away from letting me have that handle.”

“He will not!”  Enasal insisted.

“I’m sure Curly’s not actually going to have someone put a handle on your back.” Varric assured with an eye roll.

“Bull, don’t you keep leaning on him about that!”  Enasal continued to argue.

“And back on topic.”  Varric continued, “Hawke didn’t want anyone sniffing around until she got a chance to talk to us.”  Varric explained, “So we’re a little incognito as of now-”

“In...cog?”

“In secret, Seastorm.”

“Ah!” She chirped, “Incognito!”  

“Watch it.”  He muttered to Bull, “She’s gonna try to use it as soon as she thinks it’ll work.” 

“Will it at least be right?”

Varric chuckled, “I’d say a 60/40% chance in favor of her.  Care to wager?”

Bull laughed, and threw a few sovereigns his way.

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[sasorikigai]

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Like a bleak winter's day, Hanzo Hasashi was savaged; skin to bones, ribs smashed open, sharp icicles shredding his collarbones and laying out his dignity and pride for no one, but wild animals do break him down further. Ever since then, Scorpion has been, and most likely will forever see the swirling stretch of halcyon moments of peace and serenity in those hidden pockets of the world, a reminiscence of a withered love still blooming in his brain. Perhaps it is the echo of a strident voice, lost in the memory of that precisely remembered moment, falling away from the sorrow, despair, torrential flood of pain and emptiness. Scorpion would not like to believe this, but it may be Harumi who leaves this trace of hate, found in the memory of all that he could never forget.

Marrow splitting the bone, blood spitting from her open mouth, and slowly, her heart turning to stone, just like his had in different construct of time. Their shared earth turned in seismic toss, as flesh escaped the skin in a crimson spectacle. That perpetration and violation may have turned into absolute hate, or such overwhelming need for justice - often misused to fuel injustice with Scorpion's demons - as her indomitable soul living within him would bring a brilliant depth to Hanzo Hasashi's effulgent hellfire. How such a blaze unveils; what once began as flickering flames encompassing the entirety of his being, shrouding him within a great eruption that would render his silhouette to mere skeletal construct, surrounded by gaseous incongruity (instead of the mortal flesh).

"While you may have succeeded in lighting my fuse, to strike my hidden fire, it appears that you are far too late," and you should have chosen a better company, Scorpion fails to add, as bitter resentment and dwelled darkness of been defeated by the Hollywood A-List plagues the demon's psyche. How Hanzo's heart becomes a forest fire, drawing its potent strength by the trail of ashes of the past in his wake. He may excessively and eternally burn, perhaps until everything inside of him is consumed, but he will no longer be left empty. His fire becomes impossibly hungry, agonizing, and all-consuming, and yet - it never seeks to cause harm, nor destroy everything in its wake, at least not yet.

"I assure you, I have everything under my control, but should you wish to dare attempt to douse my flame... I cannot guarantee the outcome it will bring." Such portent saturates in the pyromancer's gravelled baritone, as Hanzo matches the atmospheric sign of thick charcoal clouds hanging firm and heavy in the sky. While his may be ephemeral and airy, the same wisp of air could sting and burn, as the approaching cold would send shivers up through anyone's spine at any given moment. Hanzo still remains encompassed in the vortex of hellfire, as fathomless pearly white of his eyes glint beneath the swirling red. "May I inquire the source of this fire extinguisher? I am familiar with your magic, but I would be grievously concerned if Chthon's involvement was the origin. It could enervate my essence and wither me naught." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

☽◯☾┄─ @sasorikigai || ˢᶜᵒʳᵖⁱᵒⁿ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

“Johnny Cage is a friend of mine and his foolishness tends to rub off, but that’s beside the point!” Wanda shouted back at him, gripping the nozzle tighter in her hand. She hoped the tight grip would make the tremor in her hand go away. She wasn’t afraid of Hanzo or Scorpion, but of the damage that was done by him and how Hanzo lost himself to his emotions. “The point is, you’re getting too consumed by your rage and despair! I'm worried, okay? I'm worried you're going to have an episode and just go on a rampage." Wanda pleaded with Hanzo, staring at the man with tears pooling in her violet eyes as she looked him in the eyes. She wanted to talk it out with him, but she was worried he would lose control and be so consumed with emotions that he wouldn't listen to her. Wanda didn’t want to fight him nor did she want to hurt him, not that she could do much physical damage.

“This isn’t an ordinary fire extinguisher.” Wanda’s other hand patted the body of the extinguisher as she gripped it. “It was something I had made with magic, specifically to use against you should the need arise.” Like all witches, she had the tools she used in her craft, and this fire extinguisher was now one that was refurbished. The fire extinguisher was not just an ordinary fire extinguisher. It was now Wanda’s tool that she had tinkered with using her magic, but it was still a prototype. She hadn’t the time to test it, so she didn’t know if it would be as effective as she wanted. If Scorpion went berserk with his rage, she was going to have to use it to find out whether it worked or not.

The idea was inspired by Sub-Zero and his ice abilities. She had observed him in the past for months to gather information on how his powers worked, something Chthon viewed as pointless. The elder god would whisper in her mind to just take Kuai Liang’s powers by force and absorb them into herself and see just how his powers worked. Wanda just ignored the god and continued observing and getting an idea of just how his powers worked, which she applied later on to make this fire extinguisher. Something she had made specifically for Scorpion to help cool him off or slow him down at the very least. She had some faith in her ingenuity and the magical tool she had created, regardless of whether it worked the way she wanted it to or not.

Wanda shook her head, cursing herself for being more focused on her tools than on Hanzo, who was far more important. His attention was on her, that was what was important if she could de-escalate the situation without resorting to violence, then maybe Scorpion could calm down enough to allow Hanzo to the surface. She didn't want to fight or be forced to use her fire extinguisher against him, she only hoped he didn't want to fight her either.

[brassikarts]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🌴🌳🌲🌳🌴🌲🌲🌳🌲🌴🌲🌴🌳🌳🌲🌲🌲 Oh no there's an unpopular opinion fire heading towards the popular opinion forest. Only you can save it by putting out all the fires.

Is this strictly RP stuff? Um.  Okay.  I hate you, @bigdumbchicken (no, that’s a lie, I don’t):

🔥 -  I enjoyed MoP and WoD.  There, I said it.

🔥 - “IC /= OOC” is bandied around SO much, and yet, so many people seem misunderstand the point of it, or fail to communicate OOCly and make those distinctions.

🔥 - I… don’t generally like, see the appeal of, or do well in RP guilds.  I’ve seen exactly one exception to that rule.  I am exactly the wrong kind of person to be in them, in that I like to curate my own storylines and have issues with people telling me what to do, and the gig I have going on with Darkshore involves three guilds and a few people who aren’t subbed at all.  It works out just fine.  YMMV and if you do well, great!

🔥 - Much as Val loves to look at elves, I find no joy in playing them.  Any flavor of them.

🔥 - Same with the other long-loved races, tbh.  I like draenei and elves, don’t get me wrong, but find less of a pull towards them than I do, say, humans or dwarves or gnomes.  I love gnomes.

🔥 - I’m so not into Sinday.  Sometimes… very occasionally… it’s fun, but then my dash is flooded with butts and neck kissing and I need to escape.  I’m happy being boring in this regard, lol.

🔥 - Actually, just… maybe I am weird here, but I’ve genuinely never given much thought as to how great my characters are in bed, the kind of lingerie they’d wear, what size their bits are, and what makes them tick in bed.  ERP isn’t my thing; it rarely comes up.

🔥 - People who send me sixteen asks in one really grind my gears. :P  Props for creative asking, though!  The forest fire thing was fun. :)

🔥 - Pineapple on pizza is incredible.  Guess I know what I’m doing for dinner!  Wait, this is IC?  Fine.  Starting now, ALL of my characters like that combination, but especially Brassy.

🔥 - I personally LOVE when someone dons a hozen/sethrak/vulpera costume and wanders into a public RP space.  It definitely spices it up from the usual “look, we’re drinking in a tavern, aren’t we so drunk?” kind of shenanigans you see people getting up to.

🔥 - Hateships are fun.  Looking at you, @kat-hawke.

🔥 - I am VERY salty that the Mythic Shell Game April Fool’s joke wasn’t real.  I would be so good at it.

🔥 -  If you’re going to write a starter, have something for me to work with.  Please.  I’ve absolutely been guilty of this in the past (the recent past, too, but really due to a lack of communication and with someone whom I’ve RP’d with for years) but asking me (in your starter) to carry the burden of either finding you to start the RP or acting in a way my character wouldn’t to initiate a conversation is easily a one-way-ticket to kind of piss me off.

🔥 - I, personally?  Am not a fan of humongous blocks of texts in emotes.  I max out at 2 paragraphs, personally, and mix it with one-liners and individual sentences.  Receiving a ten paragraph emote to read, process, and figure out how to respond to is incredibly distracting for me. (I’m also, for the record, screamingly ADHD.)

🔥 - It will never not be weird for me for someone, over the course of a single RP, to tell me their entire sad life story.  You wouldn’t do it in real life; why would you pour your heart out to a stranger, in public, about the assassins that took you from your biological family and taught you from the tender age of seven to learn how to kill, mercilessly?  (That literally happened on Val.)  Similarly - why would you have a public conversation about your newest job in a criminal organization or talk about how your sleeping with Lord X’s wife? 

Again - do what you want.  I just personally find it unrealistic that these are private conversations given the existence of the whisper function or party chat, as well as the ability to emote.  I’ve had a ton of private conversations in public that way, and no randos have walked away knowing Val’s business.

🔥- I love y’all.  Not at ALL an unpopular opinion, but I figured I’d throw it out there.

@bigdumbchicken

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[sasorikigai]

🎁 ( any verse of your liking + bonus for aurorae ablaze )

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▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Crimson water, the thought rises unbidden; it’s like being surrounded by water - hand reaching out to break the surface, but being unable to. Hanzo Hasashi doesn’t think he is moving, not really. There is sunlight streaming down and dancing across his skin in waves amidst Shirai Ryu Fire Gardens; it’s almost serene, peaceful the way he is being pulled down, down, down. Familiar susurrus zephyr of the spring curls around the verdant greenery, and they brush past him like sea foam, slip between his damp fingers. The cleaved wound of his forearm hurts in the way old wounds hurt, the ache never completely fading, but he has long gotten used to it. Like that one time he sprained his ankle in the dojo, and how it still acts up sometimes. He moves past it, because pain feasting on his scarred body, heart, and soul has always been a familiar company he will always persevere. 

Hanzo Hasashi knows, most often times it’s the guilt. The somatic guilt manifesting as the salt-water burning in his lungs. He tries to cough it out, but more rushes in because he is still under water. It’s crushing in its weight, his lungs would collapse under the pressure of it if they weren’t being filled with water, being squeezed from every direction. He is too exhausted to thrash, as a sheen of thick sweat glistens below the phantom of sunlight remaining. 

His breathing treading softly under the moonlight, and there is an absence of love; his nightmare-scape filled with the Shirai Ryu children’s screaming sounding aloud, cries for mercy, death, and freedom filling the air beneath the red spectacle. Hanzo’s chain rattles metallically, his eyes alight maniacally beneath the vitriol wrath and vengeance, the flurrying arc of his blade and kunai carrying proverbial inextinguishable flames of his explosive passion and deliverance as to render any adversaries beneath an altar of gleaming ivory and crimson of death.

The taste of blood on his lips; what a cruelly wretched memory. Coppery and saccharine sweet, but his strong heart crumbling and writhing and disintegrating beneath his own blood, magmatic warm and metallic. Fire and Ice had become the perpetual predator and prey, as perhaps their shared and reciprocated desire render them both delicate and fragile, while formidable and unyielding in strength and will, lest their choreographed deadly dance which they perform in their ‘friendly’ sparring conducted nearly daily become utterly irresistible. With the ancient samurai’s stainless steel formidability added, the pain stabbing through their flesh and blood electrify and excite their spirits, lest their bone-seeped exhaustion pushes the threshold of their regal longevity of Edenian-originated blood. 

“Even when prospects of oblivion draws near, for me to lose absolute control against all the endured pain and unbridled hope... You both become the antidote to the poison in my blood. There is no denying the fact that I would have long come apart and relinquished myself to the familiarity of rage and vengeance.” Or Hanzo Hasashi could have long been lost himself into months of isolation, lest he engraved his pain in with his gleaming tanto, disemboweling his being naught.  

Breaking Benjamin - Blood

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❄️ || Kuai Liang would simply let his veins guide him home; let the blood course through, a natural flood of hard-steeled discipline and flawless executions. For his absolute zero, its immensity and explosive power could challenge even that of demi-gods and even gods. The blessed cryomancer’s blood builds with a quieted, gentle agitation, clawing at the emanating crystallized flesh, as Sub-Zero’s piercing eyes and repressed viciousness of his skillset becomes his resistance, in order to exist on Earth with unrealized dreams, aspirations, and experiences robbed from his formation years. 

His cryomancy must bite to destroy the pain - it must ignite burning despair in order to shatter and melt the monster which bleeds and cries. Kuai Liang had unwantedly escaped the ruins of humanity and became the eldritch-stained monstrosity he vowed to fight to his death. His winter would sweep in with such brutal front, and an attitude of frigid demolition with his regal confidence and grace. As his body lurches to cause frostbite, this cast of cold lashing ruin against the usurping darkness and evil threatening to condemn Earthrealm in the brink of extinction. In the process, Kuai Liang would attain carmine scores distressing his skin, with the expanse of his well-sculpted flesh ragged and bruised purple from holding on his defiant stance and stalwart defense, just a bit too tightly. 

In these winter nights, amidst the Lin Kuei training grounds, the thrusted summer’s touch may scorch and burn him ablaze - yet cold kisses prickle against his skin, as the duality of their warmth and destructive power keeps his cheeks warm. Beating hearts draw to an end, as either one could yield as rounds persist and drag on. The life he had been fated as Grandmaster’s mantle fell upon his hand shortly after Bi-Han’s death at Scorpion’s hands, Kuai Liang’s rooted feet have never faltered, frayed, nor failed. For he defiantly reaches for their right of way, even in the upside down sky. 

Even when he is in distress, with his soul burning with delirious pain, he grievously rebels, lest evil deeds of the world abounds and at home. There is constant threat of kidnappings and deaths, and Sub-Zero has always been known to ameliorate and annihilate such prospects when they are at an initial stage. Cyber Initiative had been a malignant, inhumane zealot in the service of Shao Kahn and ultimately, serving as pawns for Kronika, and regardless of the time displacement and its unstable anomaly, his gelid righteous justice will serve them the most unforgivable and unbearable blizzard there ever will be. 

“There is much in this life that is not what it seems - there are moments that cannot last longer than a night, moments when some extraordinary person reaches across just to make into another day, another break of dawn. Maybe I will waste a lifetime’s worth just to cling to one single peaceful, splendor day, but with you two, I think it will be worth it.” There is splendor as imagination adrift paints a masterpiece. In Kuai Liang’s psyche, nothing remains obscured, as his demanding discipline and defiant responsibility keeps him evermore erect, even as exhaustion settles upon his broad shoulders. “This is what all of us deserves.” 

Stone Sour - Absolute Zero

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[sasorikigai]

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▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || He cannot ever force love, such visceral realization had come very early in Hanzo Hasashi’s life, and with Scorpion, it’s been no different. He has got to be able to admit it, and if it is there, he has got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones he loves. He once failed miserably; as persistent echoing of rime-covered hearts of Harumi and Satoshi never beat against splayed palms of his trembling hand. In all sound which meant good-bye, good-bye - became the one continuous line that would bind them eternally to each other in eternal unlife and nonexistence.

Unspoken words become the ashes of the letters he burnt; Netherrealm’s everburning inferno had mocked him, threatened him, lest he was about to rewrite them, as it set his already charred and barely held heart to erode and crumble into naught. How Scorpion sought to be unleashed back into the world, in order to rightfully deliver vindictive justice, retaliate against needless suffering of the Shirai Ryu clansmembers and villagers alike. Even in the blatant darkness as the drifting memories frequently flit through his mind, as the prying pain warrants remembrance, it remains neutralized into the flow of quiet, heavy moments, accompanied by the thudding anticipation as Olivia’s feverous proximity sets his kintsugi heart and soul on fire with passion and desire... sweet heat and dreams in flames to the beat of his heart and her name. 

Torrential inky rain of his darkness clouds his heart and soul. Lest, his love drips along his heart like liquid stars and lights a path towards the Goddess’ infinite understanding that he will struggle often times to let his heart whistle in bliss, even when the downpour of a kiss is placed upon Olivia’s lips. Despite the ingrained and embedded proverbial pain stabbing his heart, he loves this particular torrential flood of rain; for his Arcana sings and dances, as his heart and soul is romanced. Tis’ the greatest beauty of Scorpion’s sustained life to need those precious quenching drops and drips, just as he needs her to lean over here and reciprocate the soft kiss. 

“I yearn to meet you where the sky kisses the earth, where the breeze caresses the ocean’s body, where the sun blows butterfly kisses to the moon, and where empyrean heaven shines a light towards the familiarity of Nether’s merciless desolateness.” For she is the only divine construct that could set intense inferno to his soul with flames everlasting, this passion that would caress his passage through time. Scorpion will become the warmest of fires on the coldest of evenings, to burn away the weeds of the world in order for it to grow strong and true, with him mightier and spectacular than any immortal being in the world. 

And as his balmy, molten lips fold into the Goddess’ being in matching vibrant radiance, he memorizes her lips; until he dives into the abyss of bliss, one he will perpetually reminisce. Scorpion knows he does not have to chase her, for his idle pace lingers in tender sensuality as lightning, soft thunder, splendor, wonder, as his soul shudders as his soul recognizes the glinting blaze of their coalesced being exuding such blinding illumination, even amidst the unfathomable depth of the night.  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[sasorikigai]

😘 ( a half-asleep morning kiss for the fire hubby in order to wake him up, any of their modern verses )

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▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Their multifaceted love constitutes as not only hot, passionate, and mind-blowing kind of love, but also of sweet kisses and long hugs kind of love, where Hanzo Hasashi just knows in his heart that they belong to each other, without any inklings of doubt. The comfortable, no insecurities kind of love. Not that they will ever take one another, and the exquisite pristine nature of their love, built from seemingly eons of development, trials, and tribulations; but rather lavish each other with care and attention, because they just don’t know how else to love. It is the absolute permanence of their eternal love that keeps the immortal scientist from wanting to annihilate his being; from the inside, as the viral parasitic infection only targeted for the Lin Kuei’s five hundred to suffer the infinitesimal amount of his tormented agony, of being sucked into the spiraling whirlpool of his immorality.

As the exploitation of not only his remarkable talent as a virologist perpetuated, but as a man who was once a family man, whose life was dedicated to conserving and maintaining Hasashis as a whole continued to rapidly erode in the literal and metaphorical prison of Arctic Biosystems, it was such moments of their unperturbed entanglement which grants him an unexpected turn of bliss. The unfettered appreciation for life continued, as his heartbeat would rise in tandem with Ryou’s tender, sensual caress that permeates. The daunting, unconquerable flood of the wretched tragedies would have rendered the macerated and mangled entirety of Hanzo Hasashi to become irreversibly damaged, but in his husband’s presence, how everything gradually falters. As the familiar warmth and weight of Ryou Sakai’s lips sink and collide, this surging torrential feeling he cannot digress nor cannot hide brings the triad of his body, heart, and soul into rapture; an emotional experience of the sublime. With each passing moment, he yearns to know Ryou more and more, even with the ubiquitous familiarity as they have carnally explored the topographical map of their muscles and flesh, and much more beyond that. 

Such beauty sparks within his soul; such everglow that resplendently color him whole and basks him in the golden sunlight. For the break of this particular dawn brings his heart captivated, wishing that they would be trapped in this moment forever. Hanzo Hasashi couldn’t ever dare to erase the thought of them together, and even what they could have been together as they were forced into separation due to his own stubborn, selfish choice to dedicate his career for himself to become a proponent for virology. Even in the bonelessness of his exhaustion and heavily sleep-addled gaze rendering the fathomless expanse of white, he could behold the fullness of Ryou Sakai’s incredible astonishment, a genuine soul deserving of so much love, much more than he will ever be able to bestow. 

“If the bitter suffocating poison of my wrath burning ablaze could be mitigated beneath the stirring captivity of your unbidden love and the warm reflection of your eyes, I believe anything will be possible in our decrepit, wretched world,” as the splendor of scintillating light reflects and pierces through the glass window, showing the bare silhouette of their bodies intertwine, as Hanzo’s lips would find its way to Ryou’s. Softly taking a bite, a bit of a tease, his way of telling his beloved that he couldn’t get him off his mind. For his warmth gave such bliss, and felt like moonlight was the proverbial summer’s heat. 

With Ryou Sakai’s lips locked against his, how he would devour Hanzo Hasashi’s breath of fire. Their fiery souls unleashed in quiet intensity, as Hanzo’s stream of thoughts become more optimistic as his reciprocated kiss become relentless; like a storm building up. And yet, he has never been so calm and steady; Dr. Hanzo Hasashi must be in the eye of it, as the ceaseless melodies continue to ravage his cranium as thunderous clouded thoughts never become so lucidly clear. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||