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right where you left me. (the masterlist)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (modern day au) total word count: tbc

summary: a weekend gateway to with your old high school friends? sounds like a dream! only it’s not really as it’s been three years since you last saw them. three years since you left hawkins without so much as a goodbye, and certain people tend to hold grudges.

content warnings: friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, angsty, mutual pining, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, emotional hurt / comfort, use of pet names, eddie is a bit of an asshole, mentions & descriptions of underage alcohol consumption / substance abuse, discusses sobriety, and also touches on topics of: unrequited love, divorce, death, grief, toxic relationships, mental health, self-doubt / insecurities, love triangle? — pls read the cw's for each chapter and let me know if i missed any!

chapter one | (aka right where you left me) chapter two | (aka dear stranger,)

chapter three | (aka some protector)

psa: any images used in chapter headers don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also vaguely — if at all— described in the story.

a/n: the following are some songs i think they fit perfectly with their story, so i wanted to share them with you.

taylor swift - right where you left me | dido - thank you | iron & wine, fiona apple - all in good time | ariana grande - i wish i hated you | chappell roan - kaleidoscope | jesse - rainbow | finneas - break my heart again | tiny habits - people always change | taylor swift - dear reader | the cranberries - linger | bon iver - things behind things behind things | duran duran - come undone | cigarettes after sex - pistol | twenty one pilots - the run and go | taylor swift - my tears ricochet | david kushner - daylight | lana del rey - how to disappear | ashe - dear stranger, | lp - the one that you love | willow avalon - baby blue | role model - some protector | taylor swift - the great war | omega - pearls in her hair | lizzy mcalpine - ceilings | mark ronson ft. miley cyrus - nothing breaks like a heart | ashe - cherry trees | blossoms - what can i say after i'm sorry? | gracie abrams - i love you, i'm sorry | suki waterhouse - nostalgia | taylor swift - the bolter | ariana grande - we can’t be friends (wait for your love) | lana del rey ft. father john misty - let the light in | harry styles - love of my life

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Meraki's Tenth Clutching

Header art credit to Bex! Charts to Mistywren (Zemi and Ettie) and Bayfire (Azzie)

Three flights for three clutches on Meraki's volcanic black sands, the tenth dragon hatching cycle has begun for an average of two hatchings per year for the past five years! This cycle features the maiden flights of two (more!) Deimos Class dragons alongside Meraki's oldest clutcher, Green Azaneth.

Remember how Deimos was lousy with uteruses? These mark the third and fourth of Deimos' fifteen dragons to lay clutches on Meraki's sands, with at last two more slated to join them someday.

Each Flight was over twenty individual Chasers, with the flights being run according to the clutching dragon player's preferences; Seirye's Gold Zemirath was two rounds of posts and as many entries as you preferred, every color welcome (though she later realized Zemirath wouldn't choose a Bronze,) with the player choosing based on who she believed impressed Zemirath the most. Boop's Garnet Etiath was one round, one week, metallic males only, winner based on Vibes alone. BumbleBoarBee's Green Azaneth was weighted RNG, with points awarded for various qualities both OOC and IC, roundless, fourteen days allotted to post.

Zemirath chose Black Eoth, Wingleader of Zenith Wing, played by Pan, because his arrogance and self-certainty, his ferocity and his confidence, impressed her! Etiath chose Garnet* Rielth, played by Merry, because he was a gentleman and the post made Boop laugh! Azaneth chose Bronze Ekinth, a site-hatched dragon from the Titania Clutch played by Bayfire, via wheel-spin for his temerity as the largest dragon in the Flight, his cleverness in responding to an IC attack by another dragon, and her desire to 'step on him'!

Art credit to Boop, Mistywren, and Dyne (me!)

Mothers were varying hugenesses of Eggnant, and fathers, various shades of smug, contrite, and dignified.

Art credit to Merry

But after all the hardships, the thousands of words posted about dragons in flight and in flirtation, the anticipation of a hatch cycle to come --

Art credit to Mistywren

FIFTEEN EGGIES! Clutch themes are Sharks (Zemirath), Betta Fish (Etiath), Bird Eggs (Azaneth)

Template by Raum, colors/alterations/eggs by Mistywren

Misty, as usual, absolutely slaughtered the clutch art; the anomalies on Azaneth, the scars on Eoth, the billions of freckles on Etiath's ass - tres bien!

And here's all the eggs in their vivid egg-y glory!!

Coming up next: the touching, which on Meraki has two parts. The actual Touching involves what is essentially a prompt of impressions one gets from each egg, and then Meraki has a part two where Candidates have an overnight in the Stands, and many will share a dream with one of the dragons still in the eggs. These are written by Staff and contain clues as to what is in the eggs, who might be Impressing them, and what the dragon is actually like.

We'll look forward to a great deal more creativity from members and staff alike as we approach this eventful Tenth hatching!

If you're interested in roleplay based on the Dragonriders of Pern, come check us out on our roleplay forum or hang out in our Discord server!

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Hello hello! Happy first day of March! This week's featured writer is the lovely author, Misty (aka @starshineandbooks)(she/they), who runs a writing blog (@legendofmorons) for Linked Universe, as well as general LoZ content.

Misty also does run an Ao3, which features other fandoms as well.

For 18+ readers, Misty does also run a separate blog dedicated to such content--Minors dni

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Smudged Pages - (Wild x artist! Reader) Rated G ... Wild loves when you draw- so he decides to leave you a little gift in your sketch book.

To be valued - (Warriors x reader) Rated G, fluff, romance, slight angst at beginning ... You remind Warriors that he is valued and worth his weight in gold.

Sick day - (Twilight x reader) Rated G ... You're under the weather, so of course the boys take care of you as best they can.

Summer nights (legend x reader) Rated G ... You and Legend spend a night together at a festival and get to relax.

A moment of peace (Wild) Rated G ... As you brush out and then braid his hair, Wild basks in your presence. It's a peaceful time for you both. Even as you remind him that relationships aren't transactions.

Time gives you a flower Rated G ... Time gives you a flower, and you press it. He is amazed by the other pressed flowers and plants you have.

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     the semester isn't that far along, and the rucker woman hadn't drawn attention to herself until even further into the course ( after their first graded assignment, to be precise. ) though upon hearing her student speak and analyzing those awkward mannerisms, ivory grimes had made some shameful assumptions. nevertheless, as time went on, those assumptions began to evolve into validity ; the further back into scribbled notes the doctor skimmed, the more misty rucker fit the carefully constructed profile she had assembled. 

      a small notebook is drawn from under loose pages, each header dated, the first long before she had met the older woman ( a hot summer day when she had first been asked to consult on the case. ) though the profile could move only as quickly as the ripper, it no doubt describes her pupil aggressively and somewhat harshly. the entries continue into the beginning of the semester and stop bluntly the day the doctor laid eyes on the rucker woman. nonetheless, ivory grimes opens the tattered pages to that first entry, handing the booklet to her panicking counterpart. ❝ my observation is worth more than an accusation. ❞ ivory grimes is never wrong, and she has more than a colour-coated map.

oh, this is a WARNING. or something very much like it. doctor grimes' intentions are still difficult to decipher, though if there is one thing that misty rucker is certain of, it is that her next move is critical. if she walks away from this conversation without another word, then the psychologist will ensure that rucker funeral home is implicated. and the police will be at her door before noon tomorrow. but if she stays, what difference will it make? being picked apart will only sate her professor's curiosity, her need to be right…but, perhaps, this will be misty's last chance to be open with someone. after all, she does not plan on staying alive long enough to see the inside of a prison cell.

the book falls away from her chest and, in a perfect metaphor, the facade she upholds starts to thin. the trepidation that had contorted her features in contemplation now evens out, and she sits in one of the chairs with a staid look. ❝ so speak openly, ❞ misty bids. ❝ you're making a very strong accusation, and you best have more than a silly little map to support it. ❞

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Hello Mallow I’m new to your blog and thought I’d make you some fan art of the cats in your header morningsky and sunheart! You seem like a really cool person and I hope you have a great day! (You were suggested to me from @mud-castle)

holy shit!!! i love them so much oh my god. thank you.

sunheart is the left tortoiseshell, and i designed them. morningsky is the right chimera, and kudo designed him. and then kudo melted my heart and drew them both together.

and then!! and then you made this for us, thank you sososo much. @kudossi come look.

(also holy shit!! mud-castle knows me??? fuck. mud-castle if you see this i think about that comic of misty killing leopardstar at least once a week if not more.)

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Same Time, Different Rhythms

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Another day, another street corner. Mondes is playing top 40s hits again, cycling through crowd pleasers in a way that shows his desperation. The melodic chords of riptide echo through the early morning dew, dead worms on the sidewalk and a perpetual slight dampness marked the storm that had passed through here the previous night. Daseos and him had arrived too late for there still to be dinner, or beds at the public shelter. 

    He had lent her his coat. In fact, the girl was still wrapped in it. The act was missing its MC, as she sat nearby on the bench in a little ball, clothes halfway dried by the wind. He was trying to give her space. He knew the events of the last night had shaken her, and not just metaphorically. The girl hadn’t brought clothes suited for such a storm, and most of the time had passed through a perpetual half sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness as he was clung to by the shivering little girl, holed up under a bridge. He was a little off kilter himself. Mondes had survived many such nights alone, dancing with hypothermia but he was only a troll. His tempo this morning was on occasion to fast, there may have even been moments where he was a half note off. 

    His not up to usual cello performance was made all the more frustrating by how badly he needed the money. He needed to get them to a laundromat to wash each of the two outfits the trolls had respectively. He was almost due for his 24 hour fitness membership, and most importantly, they needed very much to eat. Fiddling for your dinner, fiddling for his life- or hers, I wish I could say it made the music better. But art is not immune to the creeping cheap decay of human tiredness and pain. It can be ruined.

    Walking through the misty aftermath of yesterday’s storm feels like a scene from a dream at first glance but like a dream the illusion is easy to break if you know where to look. Taraka is no stranger to these streets, she knows where the dry spots are around the city but finds them empty this morning, looks like everyone she knows made it to a shelter in time last night. She takes a moment to be grateful, it hasn’t been long that she has managed to support herself, even if the living conditions aren’t actually great, and the motel is kind of a waste of money… it’s not like she’s suddenly able to just buy a house. For now she’s able to do what she loves with only a little worrying, and that’s what she needs.

    The bank’s office she steps into is so… Lifeless. Every wall must be painted beige, or the dreaded “eggshell” white, almost blinding in their blandness. There’s no paintings on the walls or any signs that real living people work here, just photographs of nameless locations bought from a company that specializes in the kind of sanitized beauty you’re allowed to display in these. “Formal” environments. The flowers aren’t even real. Why can the flowers never just be real? She needs to get her money and get out of here, fast.

    She escapes the white walled hell not soon enough, almost able to smell the residual “fresh carpet” air freshener on her still, but money is in hand and she is safe from the soulless husk of a building for at least a week. She’s in such a hurry to cleanse herself of the cleanliness of the bank that she almost doesn’t hear the instrument playing just down the street, but maybe the musician in her registers it first. It’s not an instrument she’s heard around the city before, and judging by the shakiness of the tempo, they are not playing for the love of it this morning. Don’t do it Taraka, she tries to warn herself, but it is too late. She is already in front of the masked source of music, before she can change her mind. 

    It takes Mondes a second to notice she’s there. He had gotten caught up in the playing, absorbed in the motions, difficult to focus on more than one thing at once. When his eyes finally do catch hers, he doesn't seem as relieved as maybe she hoped he’d be. In fact, appraising Taraka on a quick glance, he thinks she probably doesn't have a whole lot to be handing out. Why couldn’t today be one of those days a benevolent highblood was walking around, who could give money without thinking. He’d even take a tiktoker or a youtuber at this point. Being filmed was humiliating, but they usually let you keep the 100$ they handed you in their “I gave 100$ to a homeless man????” Vlogs. The song comes to an average conclusion, and he pauses, glancing back at where Daseos is sitting nearby. 

    “Anything helps” He says simply, not having the younger girl’s crowd skills.    

By all means Mondes is right, Taraka is not exactly in a position to give much away but little does much to stop her as she justifies it in her own mind- she could feed herself for a week with the money, two if she’s smart. She can attend some free events- she’s able to dress nice enough to get in without questions, that could make it three weeks, if a little strained… She looks back at the bundled teenager, and then forward to the man in a mask… How is she supposed to not see herself in these two? If she just- buys generic instead, a jar of peanut butter and jelly? You can make that last the whole month can’t you Taraka? 

Mondes is about to say something else, she’s been staring rather intensely at the two homeless troubadours when she finally makes up her mind, opens up her bag, and places three hundred dollars in the open cello case.

    “That’s all I can do,” and for the first time, Mondes believes that when someone says it.

[harryhandstan]

so..I hate that this is so late but happy to finally have this done and be posting it for y’all! hope you enjoy! thank you to my betas @tbslenthusiast, @serendipitystyles, and @summertimestyles​ you’re all angels!! also sham was so kind to help me create a playlist for this fic which you can find here!

this is for @taintedwonder​‘s Styles Valentine’s Day fic challenge and most of the photos from the header were my inspo along with prompts 3. Can you just hold my hand? and 6. Let’s run away together.

as always any likes, rbs, replies, and feedback is welcome and very much appreciated!

word count: 4.1k

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You can read his face before he even opens his mouth to speak.

“You have to leave again, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer at first, just joins you where you sit on the bed, an arm around your waist to urge you closer to him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, as if that will soothe the sting of what he’s about to say. He buries his face into your neck before he speaks.

“Only for a little while, angel.”

You don’t respond by returning the kiss like you normally would, narrowing your eyes down to where he’s hiding his face, “How long is a ‘little while’?” 

“You could always come with me, y’know..” 

He’s avoiding the answer and he knows it, eyes darting up only briefly to look at your face. 

“How long, Harry?”

He’s fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt now, focusing on the loose thread hanging instead.

You nudge him lightly, pulling his attention back up to you, “Just say it! How long?”

He sucks in a big breath before releasing it and then the words come out in a rush, “A few weeks, possibly a month.”

You have to take your own deep breath before asking, “When do you have to leave?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Promise.”

“My flight’s on the 14th.”

“February 14th? As in we don’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together?”

“M’so sorry, love, I really thought we were gonna get to spend the day together.” 

He’s pulled back from where he was hiding his face, studying yours now. It hurts him to see the disappointment written there; the pinch in your brow, the downturned corners of your mouth, the way your eyes have temporarily lost their shine and fallen misty.

“Ya really could come with me, y’know. Take a bit of time off, would do you some good to take a break.”

He knows better, knows it’s just a fantasy that you would ever be able to get that much time off from work to be able to travel with him.

“C’mon, love, let’s run away together.”

The way he’s looking at you know, it really wouldn’t take much more convincing to turn his fantasy into a reality.

“What am I gonna do when I’m cold and don’t have you as my personal heater to help me get warm?”

“S’why I left you my pillow to snuggle with. There’s a ton of extra blankets too, use as many of those as ya need.”

How could you explain that no amount of warmth from any blanket would ever compare to his? A blanket wasn’t capable of softly brushing your hair back from your face or tenderly pressing it’s lips to yours as you drift off to sleep. You open your mouth to try to illustrate such facts, but you close your mouth just as quick. You aren’t trying to be difficult or clingy, and you don’t want your last bit of time together to be filled with your complaints.

That thought only lasts for a moment, your anxiety building with each mile closer to the airport, “Well what do I do when your pillow doesn’t smell like you anymore?”

“I’ll try to be back before that happens, deal? Besides, you’ve got a whole drawer of my t-shirts to sleep in too. They all smell like me, right?”

“They do, but, Harry..what if..”

“Shh, hey, we’ve been through this before, right? S’gonna be hard for me to be away from you too, but I promise we’ll be alright. You can call me anytime you’re missin’ me, remember?”

His voice is that of someone trying to pacify a small child just before a tantrum, and you feel as though you’re being whiny and unreasonable. Missing him when he was away was almost unbearable though; everything seemed heavy and dimmer and you know it would feel like an eternity before you were together again. 

“Promise we’ll make up today the second I come home. You plan the whole day and just tell me when and where to show up, okay?’

The fact that it was Valentine’s Day didn’t matter so much to you. You and Harry made it a point throughout your days spent together to express your love to one another whenever you could, so today was really just..another day to spend together. So it’s missing him that has tears forming in your eyes again, just as they had the night before.

“Can you just hold my hand? Until..” You don’t finish the sentence, letting your voice trail off so he won’t hear it break.

“‘Course I can, baby.” He offers his hand, never taking his eyes off the road even as he lifts your hand to his mouth to place a kiss to the back of it.

Though you know he would never admit to it, you swear you feel the speed of the car slow just the tiniest bit, Harry wanting to add as much to your limited time together as he can.

Despite it still being light outside, coming home to the space you normally share together alone makes you want to do nothing but crawl right back in bed. It’s mid-afternoon and with Harry not home to motivate you to do something more productive, that’s exactly what you aim to do.

After dropping your purse and keys near the door and double checking the locks, you’re startled by the sight of a bouquet of bright pink roses adorning your dining room table. They definitely weren’t there when you left, and you pluck the small card nestled between the flowers with your name scrawled across the front. It’s Harry’s almost illegible handwriting and the sight of it makes your heart soar with excitement before you flip it open to read the message. 

It’s simple and small, more of his writing scratched across the cream colored paper in bold, black ink. Love, love, love, H. There’s a badly drawn heart underneath the note, and that makes you giggle out loud, filling the silence. If Harry were here, he’d have some cheeky comment about how adorable your laughter is, how he loved the sound of it.

“Don’t want you moping around the whole time m’gone, yeah? Promise me y’ll do more than just sulk around the place until I get back?” This reminder was given just before he’d had to rush off to catch his plane, giving you no time to offer him much more than a quick peck and a sad smile as an agreement. 

So technically what you plan to do would not be considered breaking a promise, just..catching up on the sleep you would’ve gotten if you hadn't had to wake up so early to ride with Harry to the airport. Normally that was something you would decline to do, preferring to sleep in, which Harry usually was fine with; but this time he had insisted on you accompanying him on his drive, wanting to get as much time with you on this day as he could. 

Just as you're about to venture down the hallway to the bedroom, you spot another item you’re sure hadn’t been on your coffee table earlier that morning when you’d left. It’s a medium sized box, messily wrapped with red paper and tied with purple ribbon and a bow. It’s quite heavy when you lift it, so you sit on the nearby couch to avoid dropping it. You waste no time tearing the paper away, lifting the lid to reveal a candle surrounded by tissue paper. 

There’s a pack of two lighters wedged next to the candle, and you curiously pull it from the box first to see more of Harry’s handwriting on a red sticky note. 

Baby you light up my world like nobody else...

That pulls another laugh from you, this one is bigger and echoes through the dimly lit space. The candle itself is a scent he knows you love, and you bring it closer to your face and inhale deeply. The smell of it helps ease even more of the unease and sadness of him being gone. You dig your phone out of your pocket to check the time and try to calculate whether his plane has landed and he would be able to answer a call from you. 

You ultimately decide to nap first and give him a chance to get settled. He would most likely be calling you later anyway, missing you just as much as you missed him and wanting to hear your voice. You could thank him then for the flowers, candle, and the laugh. So you continue your journey to the bedroom, slipping out of your clothes and sliding open the drawer of Harry’s t-shirts. He’s right, they do all smell like him and you run your fingers along the soft fabrics before selecting one. 

It’s plain white, one of his undershirts normally tucked beneath his expensive button ups and ruffles, but today it’s perfect and comforting attire to doze off in. It’s loose and just long enough on you that you don’t feel the need to put on a pair of your pj shorts with it, The bed is still messy from the morning, and you swear you can still see the outline of where Harry’s body normally tucks next to you on his side. You pull the blanket back and crawl into your usual spot, but it doesn’t feel right; it’s too empty and quiet without Harry. 

You grab his pillow from his side and try your best to replicate the way you would curl yourself around him if he was here. It takes a bit of time to adjust, but eventually you give up and just try to relax into the mattress as much as possible, covering your head slightly with the blanket to surround yourself with warmth.

You peek through the space uncovered to the alarm clock on the bedside table on Harry’s side, the bright red letters read 12:32 p.m. and you let out a deep sigh before drifting off to sleep. If you weren’t so tired, the thought that crosses your mind might just make you laugh again.

Alone in bed in the afternoon on Valentine’s Day. What a shame. 

You wake with a start, bolting upwards at the sound of your phone ringing loudly from somewhere near the bed. You don’t even bother to open your eyes to see who it is, just following the motions to answer and plop back down onto your spot as you let out an almost breathless and groggy “hello?”

“Not missin’ me too much, I see, took you a whole minute to answer,'' You know he’s joking by the hint of amusement in his voice and relief floods through your chest before any other feeling at the idea of him making it safely to his destination, “You alright, love? Sound a bit outta breath. Having some fun in our bed without me?”

“I..no, I was napping, promise, your call just scared me awake..how did you know I’m in bed?”

“I’m only teasing. Just a guess, figured you’d find your way back to the bed not long after you got home.”

“Found the flowers and the candle. Your note on the lighters made me laugh, thank you. How’d you do that though? They weren’t there when we left for the airport and you didn’t come back in.”

“Had one of my assistants drop the flowers off, and the candle’s been stashed in the closet for a week so she set it out for me while she was there. Wish I could’ve been there to see your face and hear that laugh,” He giggles at the thought of it, “S’that all you found? The flowers and the candle? I assume you found the one in the bathroom too, right?”

You’re more alert now, sitting up again to try to process what he’s saying more easily, “What do you mean? There’s more? The bathroom?”

“A few more, yeah. Hid here and there for you to find.”

“You left me a scavenger hunt? Do I at least get clues to help me find them all?”

“I’ve just given you one, haven’t I? Might be persuaded to give you a few more later.”

You’re up off the bed now, making your way to the bathroom where another surprise awaits. You hesitate for only a moment, stopping just as you reach the door.

“What’s in the bathroom? More flowers? One of those big, fluffy teddy bears?”

“M’not gonna tell you! You gotta go in to find out!”

Flipping on the light switch has you gasping at what you see. A heart, entirely made from more red sticky notes, each one embellished with reminders of his love for you. You stumble over words, trying to form a coherent response.

He senses your shock even through the phone and graciously gives you a moment before asking, “S’the heart all wonky or does it look nice? Told them to make it as straight as possible.”

“H..it’s beautiful! How did you have time to write all these before you left?”

“Finished up most of them last night after you fell asleep. They came to me a lot easier with my muse snoring next to me.” 

You truly don’t know what to say to that. You’ve never had someone be so bright and loud with their love for you and just this simple expression makes you feel so incredibly special and loved.

You know that emotion is flowing through the phone when he speaks again, softer and lower, “Y’sure you won’t let me fly you out here to be with me?”

There’s the sound of another voice before Harry barks out another laugh, “Jeff says m’proper miserable without you. He said he’d pay you whatever your salary would be for the next month just to have you here.”

“Tempting, but..” Harry knows how much you love your job and how such a long absence would jeopardize the career you’ve built, so you know he probably won’t mention it again.

“Technically it was gonna be part of my present for you, so..I’ll give you another clue.”

“How very generous of you, H. Will this one make me cry too?”

“Maybe. Knowing you, probably,” You roll your eyes but listen for further instructions, “Just remember I had to rush and there’s still a few I didn’t get to add but, go get your laptop.”

“What’d you do to my laptop?”

“Would ya just go get it? C’mon I’ve gotta hang up soon and I wanna hear your reaction before I hafta go.” 

“Alright, I got it. What now?”

“Go to your music library.” He gives you a moment to navigate through your programs, “Should be a playlist there with your name on it, lovie. Wait, are you already crying?”

“Shut up! Yes!” You wipe at your eyes with the hem of his t-shirt you’re still wearing as you try to read over the list of songs, “This is so sweet! The flowers, the candle, the heart and now this. Harry..I didn’t get you anything and you did all this for me. Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you more,” You can just picture the smug smile on his face, pleased that he’s done a good job of surprising you, “You can make it up to me later.” 

“Don’t push your luck there, H. You’ve just been forgiven, I still have time to change my mind, you know.” 

“I know. I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” You hear what you assume to be Jeff’s voice again in the background, “I gotta go, babe. I’ll try to call again later, alright?”

“Wait! I don’t get any more clues? Can you at least tell me how many more are left?”

“S’no fun for me if I give away all my secrets now, is it?”

It’s only a day later when you find yourself in the kitchen, uncertain about what to make for dinner, eyes scanning over the ingredients in your pantry. Your laptop sits on the counter nearby, and you hum along to My Girl playing through the speakers, a song selected for you by Harry for the playlist he recently made for you.

You’re about to give up and heat up your leftovers from the Italian take-out you had treated yourself to the night before, when you spot the pack of Haribo gummy bears wedged in the corner. You almost have to stand on your tip-toes to reach it, and when you run your hand along the shelf you find another bag of sweets not far from the gummy bears. You smile down at the two bags, his favorite candy and yours sitting side by side.

There’s another of Harry’s red sticky notes on the pack of gummy bears: Being away from you is unBEARable. More of his cheesy jokes you’re sure he thought of himself. Your candy is void of any words, just another messily drawn heart, this time with your name in the middle. 

You decide to FaceTime him this time, wanting to see his face. It only takes 3 rings for him to answer, a tender “Hi, baby.” falling from his lips. The room he’s in is dimly lit, but you can still see him well enough to notice his hair is damp. His curls are more pronounced than usual, which was a sign he’d been too tired to much more than probably run his fingers through after his shower.

“Found another of your surprises.” You hold the candy up for him to see and he smiles.

“Better save me some of those Haribo, and not just all the colors ya don’t like either.”

You tear open the bag, sticking your tongue out at him before popping a few into your mouth, “I might, if you tell me where all the other surprises are.”

You can see him temporarily consider it, biting his bottom lip and meeting your gaze before he shakes his head, “Nah. I will tell you there’s only one more though..well, depends on how you look at it, but to me they only count as one.”

“They?”

He mimics locking his lips, and you decide to drop it for now, knowing you would most likely have to trick or beg him to tell you later. You’d let him think he won. For now.

You roll the top of the bag of candy down, opening the cabinet to tuck them back into the same corner you found them in. They just didn’t taste the same without him there to enjoy them with you. Plus you still had a still had leftover garlic knots and mushroom ravioli you planned to dig into later.

“S’that the playlist I made for you? Sounds like it.”

The song has changed to At Last, Etta James’ voice filling the small kitchen, “Yeah. I love this song.”

“Me too. Reminds me of you now..my love,” You sway a bit to the music before stopping, leaning forward to where your phone is propped on the counter, “Wish I was there t’dance with you.”

You try your best to hold back your emotions of missing him, but you imagine how he would rest his hands on your hips if was here. How he would spin you to face him and move his hands to rest on your back while he led you around in a slow circle across the floor. It wasn’t just his hands you longed for, it was the way he would bend to your ear to sing along to whatever song you were dancing to, especially one like this he knew you loved. You missed his voice in person, the way it would surround you with a comfort and peace you’d never be able to replicate with anything else. 

No matter what you do you can’t stop your thoughts from trailing to how when the song was over, he would lift you to sit on the counter and kiss your forehead. You’re wearing one of his hoodies tonight, and you pull the sleeve down over your hands to use to try to quickly wipe away any tears before he sees them. Once you feel you’ve reined in your emotions to the best of your abilities, you clear your throat before speaking again.

“I miss you, H.”

“I miss you too, angel.”

The music has changed again, Don’t Worry Baby by The Beach Boys lifting the mood enough you don’t feel so heavy and overwhelming with your yearning for him. You take a deep breath, planning to ask him about his day, but before you have a chance he says, “Go to your bedside table. The top drawer.”

“What?”

“M’tryin’ to tell you where your last surprise is. Go to our bedroom and look in the drawer. I’ll wait.”

You flash him a smile before turning to make your way out of the kitchen, through your living room and down the hall to your bedroom. It takes a bit of searching before you uncover a stack of bright, pastel colored envelopes tied together with the same purple ribbon as the candle from the day before. You work quickly to untie the knot and turn the lamp on so you can read the front of each one. There’s 4 total; open when you need a laugh, open when you miss my hugs, open when you need a reminder of my love, open when you miss me.

You tear into the final one immediately, setting the others aside for later. It’s not very long, the perfect length to boost your spirit even further. Just the thought of him taking time to sit down and write his expression of love for you makes you grin, and has that same feeling of being loved spreading through you as it did the previous day when you saw the heart on the bathroom mirror.

You had almost forgotten leaving him on hold in the kitchen until you hear, even from 3 rooms away, the sound of him singing along to whatever song is playing now. You close your eyes, picturing for a moment that it’s a typical night when he’s home, darting around the kitchen while he makes dinner or puts dishes away.  

You make your way back through the house to him, envelope in hand. Each one had been a different color so the second he sees which one you have his eyes brighten, his smile growing bigger the closer you get.

“Of course you opened that one first. Did y’like it?”

You shake your head no, breaking into a laugh when you see the look of disappointment on his face, “I loved it. Very charming of you to do all this just for me, H.”

“Yeah? I did a good job surprising you then?”

You roll your eyes. This man and his need for praise was too much, but he was yours, and you were his and you would do anything to assure him that you loved him just as much as he loved you.

“You did an amazing job, really, Harry. I never expected you to be able to do so much so last minute.”

His mouth drops open in mock dismay, looking down and shaking his head, “I can’t believe you would ever doubt me!”

You don’t say anything, just shake your own head at his teasing, sharing a look of adoration before you look away.

“Hey, did I leave my lip balm there? The coconut kind I use before bed? Thought I had it in my duffel but I couldn’t find it when I got here.” 

“Yep. I used it earlier when I got out of the shower. Want me to send it to you?”

“Nah, you don’t have to, but..you could bring it to me in person if you wanted.” 

“I would if I could, Harry.”

The tone of a new text from your phone startles you, and you try to suppress your elation as best you can at who it’s from. It’s Jeff, confirming the time of your flight he’d helped you schedule for the following day. Harry knows you too well, would instantly be able to read your face and be suspicious of what you were up to. You step away from his line of sight to let the thrill run through you, to let it fully wash over you so he wouldn’t see. You return as quickly as you can, brushing it off as if you’d just gotten a text from your boss or a friend. He was oblivious, none the wiser at what you were planning.

It was your turn to surprise him. 

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Hello! Everything ok? I've been thinking about this for a while, but what do you think hanzo would do, his lover tells him that she can revive his son, and when she revives him satoshi loves her as his mother, how do you think he would react? THANK YOU! 🥰

So I'm making the reader based off Misty Day from American Horror story only that her abilities can bring people back even if it's only using the essence of what is left of their soul. It's very draining but she can still accomplish it.

Gifs are not mine I just use them as headers.

Bakeneko

Hanzo had suffered a great many things, the lost of the Shirai Ryu, his wife, his son and his own life.

Now Hanzo is trying to move on. He has reformed the Shirai Ryu, and has over come his rage. Befriend a man he once would have killed due to his clan. And he fell in love again.

Something he never thought was possible. Her touch is gentle like a soft breeze, voice like silk. She has become a treasure to him, someone he wishes never to lose.

They had met while he was still Scorpion, she had been wondering the forest, the fauna flocks to her. She stands there staring him down as birds perch on her shoulders.

And in the blink of his eyes she's gone again. At first he did not pay mind of her, it wasn't until he meets her again after he rebuild the Shirai Ryu.

Takeda had disappeared into the forest and Hanzo was looking for him hoping that nothing had happened Chujin.

Takeda stood with the same woman he had seen so long ago. Tears in his eyes as he holds a small kitten. Her hands move gentle thought the kittens mangled fur.

He moves quickly in hopes that his student isn't hurt. But he stops midway. The gore of the small animal catches his attention. He realises that is why Takeda is crying.

The young boy has a gentle Heart, animals were something that he loved and he hated seeing them hurt.

The woman in the dress with necklaces ringing almost like wind chimes. Her hands cover the small animal his his Chujin's hands.

A small meow is made after she removes her hands, the kittens bright blue eyes are wide awake as it begins to move again. Takeda is in awe but Hasashi Hanzo stands in fear of the creature nesr his student.

But the same as before within the blink of his eyes she was gone. Almost like she became one with the mist in the grove.

The first time they had truly met and exchanged names was when Lord Raiden along with, Jax, Cassie Cage, Johnny and Jacqui. Another face he knows stand amongst the crowd.

She stands there older but still looking as she had many times before.

She had brought him back from scorpion and that is how they became close. She had worn herself out keeping those alive that she could. And bring back those who were needed desperately.

bakeneko that's what she reminded him of, with her abilities to raise the dead from thier slumber, to bring forth a small army of the undead.

She is level headed when needed and playful whnshe wishes but the thing that drew in to her. Is how gentle she is.

Not just with him but everyone. Lord Raiden and lord Fujin had known her since she was a child, yet she was not one to the monks, Cassie met her when she walked back in wirh her mother by her side, Not an easy feat.

Yet now she lays in his arms fingers running thought his hair as it cascades over his face. A smile graces his lips and she smiles back. Their body's tangled on his bed, soft kisses and whispers are exchanged.

Soft hands that rest against the scars of his past, she has helped him in many ways. And he has done the same for her.

"Hanzo.. I. I have something I wish to talk to you about" his eyes flick to her. They are both sat meditating when she speaks up. "bakeneko, of course. Speak your mind" he says moving to sit facing her.

She is quiet again her eyes flicking to him. "I... I found something while wondering the gardens, and I know who he is. And I must ask. Would you wish for me to bring your son back"

It hits hard almost like he had just been shot thought the stomach. They are quiet again before he speaks. "Tsubaki, I could not ask that of you, you have already done more then enough for everyone. I am content" he says. She can hear the pain in his voice, she places her hand agaisnt his face bringing him into a lightly kiss.

"Hanzo, I can bring him back but onyl if you wish it. I do not wish to put you thought more pain but. I found his sprirt and I can restore him. But I will only if you say yes" she whispers agaisnt his lips.

Yes please...

It has now been a little over a three months since his sweet Tsubaki brought his son back into the waking world.

His eyes follow them as he plays with her. Animals flocking around her once again a smile is on his son's face. They move around the grounds laughing and playing together.

"She's beautiful, and he enjoys being around her" a voice says from behind him, hanzo turns around to be meet with his Chujin, Takeda.

"I do not think I've every seen him this happy since before... everything. I am happy to have them both, as much as I miss Harumi, I feel she would be happy that I have finally moved on from my rage" Hanzo says eyes focusing back on his son and his lover.

"Otōsan!, Otōsan!" Satoshi calls out to his father as he waves too him from his spot on the young woman's shoulders. Hanzo smiles and waves back to them both.

"I know I've said this already but, marry her. You already live with her, you lover her and she is adores Satoshi. Make it official Hasashi Sensei" Takeda replys. Hanzo let's out a soft sigh. He has a ring for her, but just hadn't worked up the courage to ask her.

His Bakeneko had put his son to sleep tonight, she had read him stories of her home lands and told him more of her story.

Hanzo stands at the door watching her place a kiss to his Satoshi's forehead. "Sleep well firefly" she whispers lightly.

Hanzo takes her hand gentle leading her outside of the room. They stand together for a little. "Satoshi wishes to see his uncle Kuai" she chuckles lightly earning a smile from Hanzo.

"Then I am sure we can organize for him to come visit again" he says lightly. "I wish to show you something" he says holding his lovers hand and leading her outside.

They walk thought the fire garden, a lightly breeze makes it's way thought the trees. "Close your eyes Tsubaki I wish for this to be a supise" he says lightly. She does as he ask closing her eyes.

"Before this i wish to say, I man so very blessed to have you in my life, you have given me amother chance at my life but not only that, another chance to be a father to my child. He adores you and I also love you very much. And I now wish to ask. Will you marry me" her eyes shoot open to stare at her lover, tears forming in her eyes and she nods and pulls him close.

Yes!

She almost cries out in joy pulling him into a kiss.

For once Hasashi Hanzo had finally found his peace and quiet with his second love and his son.

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Tsubaki- Japanese camellia

Otōsan- father

bakeneko- (cat spirit)

Small summary of Bakeneko: speaking human words, cursing humans, manipulating dead people, possessing humans, which cats that were killed by humans in a brutal manner would become bakeneko and curse that human