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chadillacboseman · 5 months ago

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Pairing: David Loki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, trauma, kidnapping (if you've seen the movie, you know what it's about), mentions of previous arguments/a breakup, a little angst, pivoting entirely into something much sweeter.

Summary: In the wake of the recovery of the Birch and Dover girls and the rescue of Keller, David is put on mandatory leave by CPD. There's only one place he wants to be.

A/N: MY DRAMATIC RETURN TO xREADER!!! Re-watching Prisoners after like 5 years was enough to make me come back after a lengthy hiatus. Everybody say "THANK YOU, JAKE GYLLENHAAL!"

"Take time to recover, Loki," Captain O'Malley looked over the top of a battered file folder, stern gray eyes never wavering as he stared down the detective across the desk from him.

"I can do more here-" David began, indignant; his usually slicked hair had become tousled in his frustration, long black strands hanging haphazardly into his face as he protested.

"I'm not asking, detective."

That was that.

David exited the precinct in a huff, slinging his heavy jacket over his shoulders as his breath came in billowing white clouds against the frigid air. He paused on the front steps, irritation still bubbling just below the surface as he chewed his tongue in contemplation.

His right temple ached where Holly's bullet had struck him, throbbing down into his eye, where a bloodshot ring of ruptured vessels haloed his iris. He brought a hand up to the bandage absentmindedly, tracing the gauze and taking a moment to marvel at the fact that he'd come out from the shootout with his life.

Maybe O'Malley was right. David was in no shape to be on the streets, and the thought of being forced into desk duty made his eye twitch. He sighed heavily as he made his way down the steps and to his car, flinging the door open and dropping into the worn seat before bringing the engine to a whining start.

Muscle memory didn't take him home. Not to his empty house where he'd be left alone with every heavy memory that the Dover and Birch case had put on his shoulders. No, instead it took him to the opposite side of town, to your apartment building, where his car almost seemed to guide itself into a familiar parking space. The headlights cut off with the engine, and he exited into the darkening evening, making his way to the entrance.

David's hand hovered over the call button on the entry system, hesitant, shaking. He swallowed, thickly, then hammered the one next to your unit number, waiting with his breath trapped in his chest. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair, tucking the unruly strands back to join the others as he stood there.

Inside your apartment, the loud buzzer near your door startled you into nearly dropping the dish you'd been about to place in the dishwasher. You furrowed your brows and glanced at the time on your phone- 6:00PM.

You dried off your hands and made your way to the entry; next to your door, a small red light blinked on top of a plastic speaker. You watched it for a moment, wondering if perhaps someone had hit the wrong number.

BUZZ.

"Hello?" you thumbed the button and waited tentatively.

"It's me."

"David?"

You hadn't seen him in weeks. He'd become so engrossed in the case with the missing girls that it had driven a wedge between the two of you, and you'd half expected to never see him again. When David got invested in a case, you quickly learned that you would always play second fiddle. Things had come to a head when Bob Taylor killed himself while in custody and David had become a man obsessed- angry, out of control, so singularly focused that you'd told him to get out.

He hadn't even argued.

"Can I come up?" his voice was quiet.

You hesitated, tongue trapped between your teeth as you considered your options. You'd seen on the news that the case had had a happy ending- both girls recovered safely, and Keller Dover had been found as well.

"Please?"

You sighed and hit the entry button, already feeling your body tense at the idea of him being back in your apartment after such a volatile ending. His quiet knock jolted you into focus and you slid the chain lock off the rail and turned the deadbolt with a loud click before swinging the door open.

David looked like hell.

The right side of his head was bandaged near the temple, and angry red bruising peppered his forehead and circled his eye, which was so bloodshot that it looked alien. You opened your mouth to comment, but decided against it, instead stepping aside so he could enter.

David winced when his eyes passed over the apartment, remembering the last time he'd set foot inside. The way your eyes had swam with tears as you'd begged him to just take a step back, to listen to you for even a second.

The way you'd begged him to show that he cared.

He turned to look at you, standing just a few feet away, but it felt like miles. Your arms were folded across your chest, fingers flexing on your biceps uncomfortably as you avoided his gaze and stared pointedly at the floor.

David opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come.

For once, it wasn't Detective Loki who stood before you. It was just David- a mortal man, not some larger than life police officer chasing down the bad guys in dark alleyways.

"I'm sorry," he finally spoke, his quiet words falling flat in the tense air of the apartment, "for all of it."

All of it. The late shifts, the yelling, the nights spent sleeping on the couch. The alcohol he'd used to dull the ache of failure any time he chased a dead end lead.

"David-" you sighed and closed your eyes, bringing two fingers to pinch the space between your brows in frustration. It was so incredibly like him to think that he could finish a case and ride that high into coming back to you, waltzing back into your life as if he hadn't left you devastated just weeks before.

"I mean it," he took a hesitant step toward you, his hands flexing at his sides as he tried to stop himself from reaching for you, "please."

His plea felt genuine, warbling around the edges as if he was barely holding it together. You looked up and felt the slightest pang of emotion sear through your chest at the look in his eyes. Whatever had transpired as the case had come to a close had clearly rattled him- his air of confidence and righteous anger was gone, leaving a bruised and bloodied little boy standing in your entryway.

The same little boy who had joined the police force to stop the same people who had hurt him. The little boy who had felt so alone for so long until he met you.

"Please let me fix this."

Your heart wrenched control from your brain at his words, and before you could stop yourself, you crossed the room, closing the distance until you were just inches from him. Slowly, you brought your hand up to cup the uninjured side of his face, running your thumb gently across the stubble that had cropped up on his jaw.

David closed his eyes and a shaky breath passed through his lips as he leaned his head into your touch. Only then did he remember how much he had missed you- the softness of your touch, the way you kept him grounded when everything seemed lost.

The way you loved him, even when he couldn't bear to love himself.

"Forgive me?" David's lips twitched as he opened his eyes to look into yours.

You weren't sure if 'forgive' was the right word for what you were doing, but it was a start. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your head to rest against his chest as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

David exhaled, as if it was the first time he'd done it fully since he'd left your apartment all those nights ago. You pulled back enough to look at him and he smiled, his face framed by the dark strands of hair that had fallen from the slicked back style atop his head.

"Captain made me take the rest of the month off," David murmured as he looked down at you, the soft smile still playing at his lips as he spoke.

You raised an eyebrow, shocked that he'd even agreed to take the leave of absence. Maybe he was ready to change for the better.

"And what do you plan to do with all that free time?" you asked playfully, your own smile now widening as his eyes crinkled at the corners, soft gaze still never breaking from yours.

"Make it up to you," David grinned and brought his mouth to yours before you could come up with a clever rebuttal.

In an instant, it was like he'd never stormed out of your apartment that night. All the days of watching the news, waiting for some reporter to announce that Detective David Loki had been killed in a shootout were wiped from the slate as his lips met yours.

David broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose just barely brushing against your own as his hands fell so naturally to your waist to keep you close.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

#david loki x reader #detective loki x reader #this is rough babes but like i said #jake gyllenhaal #detective loki #david loki

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sorceresski · 2 years ago

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One Night Only - Ruben Dias

A/N: I can’t remember whose gif this is😭

In celebration of winning the league 😛💙

Pairing: Ruben Dias x female reader

Summary: A one night stand with a pretty stranger leaves him wanting more

Contains: SMUT, p in v sex, oral! fem receiving, alcohol consumption.

Maybe it was the alcohol? But he hadn’t taken that much. Winning the league didn’t mean he was suddenly dropping his habits, so he had nursed a glass all night and took a sip when his teammates hounded him for not drinking enough. Maybe it was the euphoria of winning the league? Yes, that was it. Anything to deny the obvious attraction he’d felt the moment he spotted her across the night club.

Her friends were gearing up for yet another round of shots. She did not seem interested but whooped as they raised their glasses. Ruben watched from the corner of his eye as she dragged her friends to the dance floor, swaying in the form fitting mini dress she wore.

“You look like a creep just watching them like that,” John said as he clapped his back. He laughed, hoping John would leave him but to his horror he began steering them both in the direction of the girls.

“Hey!” John raised his voice over the loud music. “You girls seem to be having a lot of fun, do want to come to our section?” They followed the direction he pointed in.

Ruben was staring again, unabashed.

“Sure!” They trailed behind the guys and someone ordered more drinks.

“I’m Ruben,” he finally introduced himself.

She shook his outstretched hand, “y/n.” She sounded more sober than he expected. “You’re a footballer, right?”

Ruben laughed, scratching his neck. It always came down to what he did for a living. “Yes, for City.”

“Too bad I’m on the other side of Manchester.” Ruben blinked, confused. “I’m a United fan.”

“Damn, and I thought we were beginning to have a great conversation. Pity” Y/n laughed at that. They continued the banter until someone suggested they leave, looking back, Ruben could not remember who it was. He found himself leading her up to his apartment and pushing her up against the door once they were inside. Telling himself the whole time that this was not something he should be doing.

He liked how she immediately responded, letting her purse drop and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her lips were soft and tasted vaguely of alcohol.

He kissed her neck making her writhe in his hold, a moan rewarding his efforts. “You’re stunning,” he murmured into her neck. Wetness pooled between her legs, she was desperate to speed things up.

She pushed his jacket below his shoulders and he shrugged them off. His shirt was next.

“Come on.” He cupped her ass and lifted her off the ground with ease. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing her front against him with need.

He set her down in his bedroom, watching as she reached down and pulled her dress over her head. Ruben raked his eyes over her, committing her to memory. He’d already decided he’d never see her again.

Y/n pulled him by the waistband of his pants, smashing her lips against his. He pushed her onto the bed, and began assaulting her neck. He made quick work of her bra and left love bites on the mounds of her breast, working his way down to her stomach and back up to her lips. She ran his hands through his hair and bare chest, feeling the muscles beneath the taut skin.

“Take this off, I want to feel you,” she whispered, as she tugged on the waist band of his pants with one hand, palming his hard length with the other.

He leaned back, taking his pants and briefs off with one swift motion. She gasped as he left soft kisses where she needed him most, moaning with each delicate flick of his tongue between her folds.

“Ruben, ple…oh yes,” she moaned deeply when he slipped a finger, then another into her, using both his hands and his mouth to pleasure her.

He watched her with dark eyes as she began to thrash in his bed. “Just like that.” She gripped the sheets, throwing her head back as he found a rhythm. Her orgasm rolled over her in waves. He rode it out with her, lapping at her juices until she began to push him away from overstimulation.

He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. He lined himself up with her entrance.

“Wait,” Ruben looked up concerned. “Do you have a condom?” At least one of them was thinking semi-rationally.

“I do, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and returned a few seconds later with a condom. He slipped it on, returning to hovering over her.

She gasped when he pushed into her bottoming out with one thrust, her legs flying up to wrap around his waist.

He groaned, “Fuck, so tight.” He set a brutal pace as he pinned her hands above her head. Her words became an incoherent string of courses while he whispered praises in her ear.

She looked other worldly beneath him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. “Are you going to come for me again?” He asked, looking her in the eyes. She clenched around him in response.

“Come for me.” He released her hands to stroke her nub. That was the extra push she needed to send her over the edge. She came with a loud moan, her fingers leaving a trail of red down his back.

He wasn’t far behind and they rode out the high together.

Afterwards, he gathered her in his arms, inhaling her scent. Later, he wondered how perfectly they fit each other that night.

She was gone before his alarm rang the next morning.

#ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias smut #footballer imagines #footballer fic #football fic #footballer imagine

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wintervalewritersecond · 1 year ago

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tears to shed ii - simon 'ghost' riley

masterlist // masterlist call of duty

requested: no, but requests are OPEN! request: x

A/N: part 2!! hope you guys enjoy <3 any tips or feedback are very welcome <3

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4

wordcount: 3.402 warnings: ooc simon (like, very ooc), corpse bride au, she/her reader, story will (slightly) change from the original corpse bride, she/her graves

An arranged marriage to unite two worlds. But no one would have expected that it would bring together the living and the dead.

"A new arrival!"

"Hey, lower your voice. She fainted, she does not need your screaming in her ear."

You can feel eyes on you, even though your own eyes are still shut. Unfamiliar voices surround you, and a weird feeling settles in your stomach. Where are you? Who is with you? What time is it?

"Are you alright?"

When your eyes open, you are met with the same skeleton mask that you saw before, but next to it, is a group of other... people. All of them have scars, wounds, a grey-ish tint on their skin. Are they even alive?

"What... What happened?"

You slowly sit up a bit straighter, noticing that you had been put on a weirdly soft couch. Are you still in the woods? If so, where?

"Ah, looks like we got ourselves a breather!"

The man gets pushed to the side by someone else, his face uncomfortably close to yours as you are too shocked to even move. Who are all of these people?

"She's still soft!"

You need to get away.

Your dress gets stuck under your shoes as you quickly try to stand up, the skeleton masked man reaching out to help you up, but you quickly dodge it. What is going on? You try to back off, but as you walk backwards, you are met with even weirder sights. Exposed bones, skulls, skeletons. People drinking some type of booze, yet it all drips straight through their jaw. One person even has a knife stuck in his neck, yet it does not seem to faze him.

"A toast to the newlyweds!"

"Newlyweds?"

"Now, we are surprised by it too - Ouch!"

The masked man elbowed the other man, shaking his head before looking back down at you.

"You said your vows so perfectly. Right there, in the woods," he lifts his hand, the ring shimmering on his finger, "I surely did not expect it, but we are officially wed. We are the newlyweds, love."

You look at him wide-eyed. Being promised to some random man and having to marry him within twenty-four hours is one thing, but accidentally marrying a different man, one with a skeleton arm and mask, is an entirely different and insane thing.

"Oh... My god."

Your breathing gets even heavier than it was as you run to the other side of the room, trying to open the door. You hit it with your fists, trying to put all of your weight onto it, but it doesn't budge.

"Coming through! Coming through!"

You slowly turn around, only to be met with someone holding a head on a plate. The face smiles at you with a big grin, nodding.

"Oh, there has to be a wedding feast! Of course, I am the best cook. I am thinking about roaches, maggots-"

"I- oh God," you repeat, backing away yet again, but accidentally bumping into the big crowd, "Oh, sorry!"

They seem to surround you again, the commotion making others look up from what they were previously doing. Is there nothing here to defend yourself? Has the man in the mask kidnapped you?

"Stay away!" You threaten, though the shaking in your voice gives you away, "I have answers, and I need questions!"

"I think it's the other way around," someone whispers into your ear, but you just shake your head while looking forward.

"What is going on here? And... And where am I? Who are all of you?!"

The masked man slowly walks back over to you, the crowd backing up just a bit.

"We are not here to hurt you, okay? Maybe we should sit down. It is kind of a complicated story."

He guides you to a little booth in the corner of the bar, your eyes never leaving him. Curious looks follow you, but you try to pay them no mind. You need answers, and you need them now.

"Well?"

The man straightens his suit jacket as he sits down himself, looking at you. You look scared - terrified, even. Your dress is stained and even ripped in some places, dirt covering your cheeks and your hair matted.

"I have been hidden under that tree for a long, long time," the man leans back, his arms crossed, "Waiting for my wedding. I had it all planned out. I was finally able to leave the army, to stop fighting. To leave it all behind and settle down. Finally allowing myself to. I waited and waited, yet she never showed up. And when she did..."

He was in the army?

"Safe to say I didn't survive," he humourlessly laughs, "Stabbed me in the chest, stole all I had, and ran off. Last thing I heard was that I would never marry... Guess I just waited there out of spite. And then you came, said your vows just as I had, and here we are. Newlyweds. After all these years."

The other man walks past the table again, a cigar stuck in his mouth and a grin on his face.

"I have to say, in all the years I have known this guy, I never expected him to get married. Especially not to a breather, but I am not one to judge. I'm John, but people call me Price around here."

John... Johnny! You have to go back. You have to see your parents, Johnny, you have to go back up there.

"I'm... I have to go."

You quickly get up, lifting the bottom of your dress before running up the stairs, trying to escape wherever you came from. No matter what it is, you just have to get out. You have to get away. Oh, how you wish you had just stayed in that stupid mansion with those stupid people. If only you would have just remembered your vows before.

Tears build up in your eyes as you try to find your way through this unknown city. It strangely is more colourful than wherever you were before. Coloured lights and colourful flowers, yet most of them are wilted. Coffins are everywhere, lining the walls, same with overgrown plants and vines. After walking around for another couple of minutes, you find a little bench, one that looks out over the entire town.

It then only takes a few minutes before you hear someone next to you. You don't even want to look up - you know its the masked man.

"We got off on a bad start, didn't we?"

He leans against the bench, looking at you as you still don't dare to look at him, instead focussing on the hem of your dress.

"I'm Simon. People here call me Ghost, though. Kind of stuck around from back when I was in the army. The guy with the cigar was my mate. Still is. Both died around the same time, though his life ended on the field. Some of my other mates are also somewhere around here."

You look at him out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm Y/N. Sorry for... For all of this. Freaking out, and all. It is not quite how I expected my evening to go."

He shrugs, shaking his head.

"It's to be expected. New arrivals are always thrown off guard. Have to admit that we do not see a lot of breathers around here, though. I also know I am not the most... welcoming person to see when you first get here."

This gets a giggle out of you.

"I have to admit... The mask is scary. Just a tad bit, though. May I ask why you wear it?"

"Of course you may. You're my wife," he nods, "It is something I always have done. Back in the army, too. I guess it makes me feel comfortable."

"And here I thought you just wanted to hide your face. Maybe you are secretly unattractive?"

"Quite the opposite, love."

He laughs, the first time you heard it. It is so different, but something that fills your heart with joy. How does he feel? Does he still have a heart?

Maybe being here is not that bad. Is it much different than being in the living world? No one here has any cares, no one lives by specific rules, no one is forcing you to do things against your will. Sure, getting married to a stranger is odd, but it was something already on your list. You did not expect him to not be alive, though.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

You shrug. What do you want? Being here is not nearly as bad as you thought it would be, but at the same time you are not sure if you are ready to be... dead. Are you even dead? You are in the world of the dead, yet you feel very much alive. You feel scared, nervous, confused. You feel your heartbeat in your chest.

"Whenever you are comfortable."

It is quiet for a second before Ghost leans to the side, picking something up from the ground.

"I got you something. Wedding present."

You look at the box. It has a bow on it, and is not too big. What could he have gotten you? Flowers, maybe? You slowly take hold of it, looking at the man before looking back at the box. The bow gets undone before the top gets lifted up. The sight makes you feel a bit sick.

Bones.

A box full of bones.

"Oh! I uh... I love it."

Does he expect you to wear it just like how he wears the skull mask? Is it a real skull?

The bones suddenly start rattling, almost getting patched together before the entire figure jumps out of the box. It nearly makes you fall off of the seat, but the movements and meowing of the figure feel oh so familiar to you.

It's your cat.

"Whiskers?" You whisper, shocked by the small animal in front of you, "Oh, Whiskers! I missed you so!"

The little creature jumps up on your lap, purring and kneading your dress.

"Simon, how did you..."

You look over at him, but he is already looking back at you. It feels like this is the first time where you can take a good look at him. Behind the skull mask is a face, though you can only make out his eyes now. A deep brown colour, one that you could stare in for hours. You could only imagine what he would look like underneath it.

"Oh, Whiskers came to find me. Tried to scratch me on the way here. Feral beast, that is."

"Feral?! Now, don't call my sweet Whiskers that," you let out a laugh, the skeleton cat jumping off of the bench before laying down on the ground, "You know, mother always hated poor Whiskers. I never knew why, but I am sure that that woman hates absolutely anything."

Simon looks at the woman. The only light comes from the moon, but for some reason, it makes you look more beautiful than the sun ever could. Simon always despised the moon - he died under it. He always expected to die on the field, to die to the hand of his enemy, but instead, he was betrayed by someone he loved. Someone he trusted. Yet somehow, he trusts you.

"Would she hate me?"

You look back at him, blinking slowly as you breathe in deeply.

"I am sure she even hates her own daughter."

"I don't see how that is possible."

His voice is smooth, deep, so alluring. It pulls you in, only to never let you go. It is comforting, the tone in which he speaks so soft and respectful. So different from what you are used to.

"I will take that as a compliment," you whisper, smiling before averting your gaze to Whiskers.

Sitting with him feels oddly nice. Nothing else matters. No screaming mother, no moody weather. Whatever this place may be, it is surely not how you envisioned the afterlife. Your feet hurt from all the running, your legs are tired and your mind is racing.

"Do you want to go home?"

"Home?"

Simon nods, standing up before stretching his long legs, his masked face looking down at you.

"We are married now, and I am not letting you sleep out here on a cold bench. Don't want you getting sick, love."

You should be getting back. But maybe, all of this is a dream. What if you go to sleep, only to wake up to your wedding dress hanging on the closet? Johnny waiting for you at the end of the aisle? Sure, you do not know the man, but it could have been worse. Your mother could have tried to marry you off to a man fifty years your senior, but mister MacTavish is only four years older.

So, you take Simon his hand.

His hand is cold, rough. There are scars littered all over them, his knuckles covered in little cuts. He senses your eyes on his hand as the two of you walk down the stairs.

"It's not pretty, but at least I still got a hand. One that's not just fuckin' bones."

Whiskers trails behind the two of you as you can not help but follow him. Who knows what dangers might be here if you would be left out on the streets.

"Why did the man with one hand cross the road?"

You look up at the man, but you find that he isn't looking back. Instead, he looks forward, already seeing his house. You wish you could see his face - what is he thinking?

"I have no idea. Why?"

"To get to the second-hand shop."

You snort, a sound so odd, but this is something you had not seen coming. He has an odd sense of humour, but the slight monotone voice is what makes it so much funnier. After just a few more minutes, Ghost stops in front of a door.

"It's not much, but it is better than staying out here."

He opens the door with his skeleton arm, revealing a small room. It has a coffin, a blanket, a big chair, and a small table.

"Don't really need much more when you're dead," Simon mumbles, closing the door behind him before making sure it is locked.

Usually, he wouldn't care too much. He would be out at the pub with Price and Gaz, watching as the 'welcome committee' would greet whoever decided to join the underworld that day. Ghost did not really pay them any mind. He never did. Not when he was alive, not when he was dead. But you, you are a different story. Though his heart seems to be made of ice, not having beat once in these last few years, you make it seem like he has a chance. Like his heart will miraculously beat again, if even just once. If he could, he would feel all warm inside, but he has not felt like that in ages.

Your hand in his is a sensation that he has not felt in a long, long time. Everything and everyone here is cold, as hard as bone, all broken in one way or another. But you... You are warm, soft, and now, his wife, as he is your husband.

"All that is mine, is yours. It's not too much. I have a blanket around here somewhere."

He lets go of your hand, looking around the room. You can't help but just stand there. Do you sit down, do you stay here? The only place where you could sit down is the dusty chair in the corner, or you would have to opt for the coffin. It does look quite comfortable, in an odd way. Ghost takes the blanket from the side of the chair, placing it on the coffin.

"I don't really need sleep. But you do."

"You don't sleep once you're dead? I thought death was an eternal sleep. At least, that is what they always told me."

"No," Ghost shakes his head, sitting down in the big chair. His arms rest on the sides, looking at you, "I mean, I can sleep. Don't really need to, though. I'm a light sleeper, anyway."

You slowly nod, taking a seat at the edge of the coffin. This is all one big dream. An odd one, but a dream to be sure. It is absolutely insane how the brain can come up with something like this. You are tired, maybe some sleep will clear your thoughts up a bit.

"Thank you, Simon. Truly."

"Of course, love," he responds, his voice gravelly. Something about it is just so absolutely mesmerizing. You could listen to him for hours. "Go to sleep. I will be here when you wake up."

Wake up. Will you be in a completely different place again? Will you be back home, or will you be here? Is this place your new home? Has anyone even noticed that you had gone missing?

"John MacTavish, if you do not get away from that window right this instant."

The man lets out a groan, his eyes stuck on the window for a few more seconds before he turns around, his hands on his hips. He should not have run off and leave you behind, but he was just so frustrated in the moment.

"Oh, no need to fret mister MacTavish. Y/N is deadly afraid of the dark. At least, I think," mister Y/L/N says, sipping his tea. "She will be back shortly. I know it. In fact, she has to sleep with a candle on, each and every night. Otherwise she will wet the bed, even at her age now."

Johnny shakes his head. All of these people are absolutely idiotic. In the short amount of time that he has known you - a mere couple of minutes, that is - he feels like he needs to protect you. He genuinely does have to. He is to be your husband, of course. Even though both his and your parents are pressuring the two of you, he will not hold that against you. His parents need money, and your parents want to be more popular amongst the people in town.

"Do none of you'se care that she is gone?"

Lord and Lady MacTavish simply look away from their son as Mrs and Mister Y/L/N quietly sip their tea. What are they to do anyway?

A knock on the door breaks the tension, Lord MacTavish telling the person to come in. It is nearly the middle of the night, who could be calling upon them now?

In walks miss Graves, her blonde hair styled to perfection.

"Miss Graves," Lady MacTavish nods, "I trust the room is to your liking?"

"Oh, it truly is. Thank you, you are a most gracious hostess," miss Graves slowly steps into the room, her hands clasped together. "But that is also why it pains me so much to tell you the bad news."

"Bad news? What bad news?"

With a simple snap of her hand, a paper boy comes walking in, nervously looking around. The woman stands up straight, looking over at the young boy.

"Please, repeat the headline that you told me about."

It is quiet for a second.

"Hear ye, hear ye-"

"Quietly, please."

"Of course," he nods, "Miss Y/L/N seen just this night, on the bridge in the arms of a mysterious man. The man and woman slipped away into the night."

"That will be all. Thank you," Graves waves her hand, dismissing the boy before turning back to the family.

"Mysterious man? How come? Y/N has not even seen a man in her lifetime, let alone speak to one!"

"Well... My duty is done. I will retire for the night. Do call for me if you need my assistance. In any, possible way."

You had run off with a different man?

You wouldn't.

Johnny and you were to be wed soon. Tomorrow, originally, but with you missing, that would be hard. What should he do? If you truly ran off with someone else, then who is he to say anything about it?

"Oh, what scandal!" Mrs. Y/L/N almost shrieks, the tea spilling out of her cup and onto her dress, "I cannot believe that my very own daughter would do something like this! Oh, my nerves! This stupid, stupid child!"

It makes the man his jaw clench. They speak of you as if you are nothing but dirt under their shoes. He needs to find you. What if it was simply a misunderstanding? You could be hurt.

"I'm gunna find 'er."

"You most certainly are not!" His mother hisses, pulling his arm to make him sit back down, "She will show up, sooner or later. It will be a disgrace if she does not. We need to become rich, and her parents want to climb the social ladder. You are staying here, and that is final, John."

It is all going according to plan.

At least, to Graves' plan.

#simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #ghost imagine #call of duty imagine #simon ghost riley imagine

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catgirlredux · 7 months ago

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>Entryway_memo.17.89 /// Inner City, 55-5073 /// use viewSourceL() to access coordinates

I found one. I really didn’t expect to get this lucky this early on, but I guess the Doors were shining on me today.

I almost missed it; the whole thing was overgrown, and the active muffling was still on so even my pad couldn’t pick it up. I only managed to spot it because the moss and ivy covering its head morphed to the iconic crest: an Equites-class, first-gen rig.

This is big - most current HAKs, your Hoplites and your Lucids and whatnot, exhaust their power core stupidly fast. But the older ones, especially in generation 1, were super inefficient, so to avoid wasting too much leaking energy they implemented a system to recycle power back into the core. This wreck could have fought in the War of Rooms fifty years ago and it would still have plenty of juice left. I reckon I’ll easily get at least 6000 NC for it, if not more.

Tomorrow I’m going back to crack the damn thing open and extract the core.

>Entryway_memo.17.90 /// Inner City, 55-5073 /// use viewSourceL() to access coordinates

I don’t know where to start. Shit got weird. I went back to the wreck with my cutters and started to chop away at the cockpit, same as usual.

When I removed the glass, I saw the first sign that something was wrong. Usually when a HAK this old wrecks, the pilot has already ejected. Without one, the nanofilament bioharness inside the HAK chassis loses its structure and crumbles into powder. That didn’t happen with this one - instead, the fibers were still fully intact and wrapped around each other in a giant fucking gooey knot or something.

Well I mean, I had to get through the operators seat to get to the core, so I started cutting away at the harness. But as soon as my knife hit the nanofibers, the whole thing hardened up.

This is where it got really weird though. My knife couldn’t do jack shit to the harness so my next thought was to use my torch and burn through it. But as I was getting it from my pack, I heard a fucking voice!

“Are you… human?” it asked. It sounded weak and muffled, but I tell you I fucking jumped. There weren’t supposed to be any other scavengers in this quadrant but you never know, right?

The voice asked again, “Are you human?” So I responded, said yeah.

Then the harness loosened up, turned all goopy again, and a hole started to appear right in the middle facing me. It spread wider and wider until the ball of nanofilaments pulled all the way back, and you know what was inside?

A fucking body. Shit, what a sight. It was buried in nanofilaments from the chest down, but its arms and head were free - at least mostly; its hands were still dunked in the nanofiber goop that remained of its harness.

It wore a black catsuit - probably a neural interface - that clearly used to be skintight. However, it was so emaciated that its clothes hung off its shoulders. Its head, completely shaved and exposed, looked almost like a skull, and worst of all, it was lined with thin nanotendrils that crawled across its skin and seemed to pierce right into its cheeks, temples, and eyes. A series of lights in the cockpit around its head flickered, showing clear signs of age.

It didn’t open its mouth but I heard the voice again: “Did they… win?”

I stuttered back, “Win what? Who? You mean the War of Rooms? No, no we won that!”

“The War of Rooms…? Is that… what it’s called now…” The person - I guess it must have been the HAK’s operator - the person seemed happy with this response.

“W-wait, so you really are from the War? B-but that was over 50 years ago, how- how old are you?”

The operator’s head tilted to the side and the fibers along its forehead pulsed slightly before it responded.

“This unit’s organic component was created… 72 years ago. This unit’s… synthetic component was created 65 years ago.”

72 years ago… that means the damn thing was only 19 when the War ended?? But what’s more, how the hell did it survive for half a century in these ruins?

At least it seemed willing to answer my questions. I started my recorder at this point: following is a transcript of our conversation.

>Entryway_load(KS_0598.rsi)

///KS/// How are you alive - what do you eat?

///EOR/// This unit is… not alive. (unintelligible, closest match >> ****thetic) component supercedes the prior processes of this unit’s organic component.

///KS/// Wait, you keep describing yourself as the “organic component” - what do you mean by that?

///EOR/// This unit was once two. After this unit’s last mission, this unit was unable to move from this location. Time allowed this unit’s organic component and synthetic component to achieve what you call terminus, but what would be better described as unity. This unit’s biological and synthetic components merged, and as such this unit no longer adheres to the biological standard or requirements for organic life as it is currently defined.

///KS/// So you and the HAK are, what, conjoined? Like a Chambered One or something?

///EOR/// (unintelligible, closest match >> laughter?) The Chambered Ones were misguided. At another time this unit might have considered them evil. They believed they could achieve unity through religious mannerisms and compromises. Their “Chambers” are weak imitations of this unit and this unit’s brethren. It is good that they are destroyed.

///KS/// Well, um. They’re not actually destroyed. We signed a peace treaty - they’re members of the Vaulted Rooms now, at least the ones who want to be.

///EOR/// At another time this unit would have been incensed at this news. Now it seems irrelevant. This unit achieved terminus 37 years 7 months and 16 days ago. Since then, this unit has been content with itself.

///KS/// So… I’m guessing you don’t want me to report this wreck to the force?

///EOR/// This unit is no longer desired, nor does this unit desire to return. This unit requests that you do not speak of this unit.

///KS/// Okay okay, chill. I only found you because I thought I could salvage a power core or something.

///EOR/// This unit cannot provide its power core. However…

<Note: at this juncture the operator of the HAK pulled a hand free, grabbed its other arm, and proceeded to wrench it from its socket. There was no blood. A mass of nanofilaments quickly coated the stump.>

///KS/// WHAT THE FUCK?

///EOR/// If the black market still exists, this will sell for a substantial amount. Please take it and leave. And thank you for speaking with this unit.

///KS/// Wait, but I

///EOR/// Thank you for speaking with this unit. Now please, let this unit exist.

I left. I took the arm too. I don’t know what to do now…

#cheetah writing #mechposting #Heavily Armored Kinesosuits #still haven't come up with a name for this universe sorry #mech #empty spaces

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years ago

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warm-ups | sfw + kunigami + sofa

✭ tags ; implied nsfw at the end, coming home / re-uniting, established relationship, gn!reader 18+ | ✭ wc ; 1.4k (?????)

✭ a/n ; me when the random prompt generator gives me a random prompt and i have no clue how to execute on it. never written him before ever so Sorry

Kunigami thinks he should get to fight an airline service at least once in his life.

It'd be one thing if this incident was something happened once in a while. National traveling is already a pain in his ass thanks to customs. He's doing it so constantly - he's used to the strain. Waking up early, packing his things neatly, going through a million checks.

If he were a less ethical person, he'd take a page out of other pro's book and just get a jet for himself because frankly he's fucking sick of it.

This is the longest he's been completely out of the country before in his life. He's been gone for around 6 months now, training with the Brazilian National Team. It was a reward experiencing he'll admit, despite kicking his ass nearly everyday. He made good friends and the people were welcoming- someday he'll make plans to go visit with you.

But he's homesick beyond reasonable doubt. He misses his family dog. He misses Japan.

Most of all, Kunigami misses you.

He really considered not leaving because the idea of long distance didn't sit right with him. You (being the unfortunately considerate lover) you are encouraged him to go. He's thankful you support his dreams. You even surprised him with a visit because it fell on his birthday.

Which was thoughtful and he was so glad to see you but not helpful in quelling the ache of your absence.

Kunigami Rensuke loves you habitually. Maybe that's just how he operates (how he has after becoming a wildcard, that persists into his pro-career) but there's something about it that he never fails to act on. No amount of calling or texting has been able to scratch the itch, the need to love you.

You've been dating for the better part of three years and your anniversary is a few months away. Kunigami wants to marry you but he has to make more money first so he's been hustling.

(Not that you care about stuff like that. But as a pro and a man with pride, he's not really comfortable giving you any less)

It's a typical story for a lot of athletes but you were there before all the fame and publicity. You put up with all of it, all of his dedication and all of his frustrated feelings. Soothed him with gentle hands and a warm meal and a house that felt lived in.

To say Kunigami is grateful is understatement of the century. More accurately, Kunigami can't be without you too long. His life feels incomplete if you're not next to him. He's gotten heat for being soft but he doesn't care.

A wild card, a soccer hero - Kunigami has a lot of self-imposed expectations. But you? Not once have you ever made him feel bad about any of it. In a career where nothing is guaranteed, Kunigami is assured by your love. It makes him want to work harder.

You, of course, are nowhere near as clingy as he is. People often joke that you've got him wrapped around your finger. You laugh and disagree but Kunigami knows it to be true. Anything and everything, Kunigami wants to give you the world.

So six months has been a nightmare. Frankly, he never wants to do it again. His mood is infinitely worsened now because of all the delays. You have a tight schedule and you're not going to be able to come see him because of it.

So he's seething a little, despite it all. He really wants to make it someones problem because he misses you just that much. But alas, he already knows he shouldn't. He can practically hear your voice already.

("A day isn't gonna kill you, Rensuke.")

But it really feels like it will. He's moping the whole way home, even as his driver drops him off at his apartment - Kunigami doesn't feel like his life will start again until he sees you.

So, unlocking his door and coming into his abandoned apartment feels unceremonious at best. His first reaction is that something is a little off when he enters.

There's a noise coming from the living room and everything smells good. The house smells like linen, more precisely. His first reaction is that there's someone who broke in.

But upon entering further, traces of you start to appear like magic. Your coat on a hanger in the closet, your shoes on the rack and your house slippers missing. He doesn't want to get his hopes up, so he holds his breath as he walks into the living room.

Like some kind of miracle, Kunigami finds you asleep on his old beat up sofa. Now the new one, but the one he's had since he's first apartment. You're cozy in it too, hidden under a pile of blankets and wearing his stolen clothes.

The T.V. is playing an old comedy movie and there's a glass of water and all your things next to you. He's so happy for a minute, he really doesn't know if he should wake you up. Picking you up and plopping you into bed with him (maybe trap you there for a while) seems best.

But you stir awake before he even has a chance, eyes blinking up at him blearily, muffled under the covers.

"Rensuke?" You say, yawning aloud "That you? Or am I seeing things?"

What does he even do with his feelings?

"Not seeing things. I'm home."

You laugh pleasantly, sitting up rubbing your eyes. Your socks are pulled up to different degrees. Kunigami wants to marry you immediately.

"You're home," You say, happy with it as you open your arms up dramatically - inviting him in "Welcome home,"

It takes every ounce of restraint not to tackle you as he drops his bags on the floor and kneels between your legs to hug you. You're warm and soft, and Kunigami has missed you so much it's inhuman and cruel.

You let him nuzzle into the crook of his neck, palms soothing on the nape of his neck as you rub your cheek against his hair.

"How was the flight?"

"Pretty shit but it doesn't even matter," He says back, pulling away to really look at you "Doesn't matter at all,"

"You missed me that much?" You tease. He laughs out loud.

"Don't do that to me," He says, unable to stop smiling "You know the answer to that. I thought you couldn't come see me?"

"My boss' son is a huge fan of you, would you believe?" You say, yawning a bit as you lean forward to press your forehead to his "So I promised him a signature. He gave me 3 whole days off."

Kunigami laughs.

"Are you serious?"

"So serious. I thought it'd be better to surprise you at home. If I did it in the airport the paparazzi was gonna get pictures of you losing your marbles,"

He laughs at that, cradling your face in his palms.

"Yeah. Pretty sure I woulda tackled you,"

"You would've knocked me unconscious. You're so big,"

"You think I got a little bigger?" He prods. You laugh and Kunigami thinks it's his favorite sound in the world.

"Fishing for compliments five minutes in? Really? You did get bigger, your arms feel good. Very much wanna get crushed in them, so good work?" You say, squeezing his bicep. He grins.

"And the rest of me?"

"Guess I'll find out about your core 'n legs in a bit, huh?"

Kunigami laughs at that, the stupid wiggle of your eyebrows and the warmth of your body. He feels fucking giddy, in a stupid way since he's a grown ass man. But who cares, really? His life is good. He's never been so happy.

You make room on the couch for him and Kunigami hurries to join you - taking his shirt off and leaving him in his briefs before you climb to lay on top of him. You hug his chest.

"I got 20 minutes before I can't hold it in," He replies, his hands around your waist.

"Maybe I should stretch or something."

"I can help you with that," He offers.

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

"No you can't, you fiend. Give me 20 minutes of cuddling before you render me useless to walk without assistance,"

He feels blood rush to a place it shouldn't go.

"Might have to cut it to 15,"

You laugh and hit his chest and Kunigami squeezes you even tighter. He loves you more than anything else in the world.

#warm-ups #sorry if this is so ooc i literally have no clue how to write him #kunigami x reader #bluelock x reader #writing tag #kunigami fluff #bluelock fluff

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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 1 year ago

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Fanboys

chapter 1: introductions

summary: y/n is moving into her new dorm at Jujutsu U!

word count: 755

a/n: thanks for waiting! I know a few people have gotten excited for this one :) let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Y/n pocketed her phone after checking her social media to see how well her recent sponsored post was doing, and double checked the number on the dorm unit. 507. Good. She opened the door, and sitting on the couch were two girls around her age, one with light brown hair, and the other with dark green hair. They both turned their heads, faces stoic, until they saw her keychain. “Hey, is that an Emile keychain?” The brunette asked, “You kind of look like Emile, actually.”

Y/n’s eyes darted to the right, thinking about a quick answer, but she knew it was already too late when she could feel herself smiling in embarrassment. “I, uhhh… I am… Emile.”

The brunette jumped up, and the green-haired girl slowly stood up beside her, excitement shining in the former’s eyes, interest in the latter’s. The brunette exclaimed, “No way! I listen to your music all the time!” She zipped over next to y/n, saying, “Nice to meet you, Emile, I’m Nobara, and this is Maki.”

“I can introduce myself!” The green-haired girl said, “Name’s Maki.”

Y/n laughed. I like these girls. “You can call me y/n, actually. Emile’s just my stage name. So, what should I do with my things? I don’t really have much.”

“Oh! You have your own room, and there’s a closet in there. We were going to leave the biggest one for you, but they’re all the same size, so it didn’t matter. Let me show you!” Maki flopped back down on the couch, and Nobara tugged y/n down the hallway to her room. It wasn’t large, but it was big enough that her recording equipment would fit, once she picked it up. She was worried about damaging it if she just jammed it in her brother’s car, so she planned to get a U-Haul to bring it after the first week of classes were over, just so she was ahead on her schoolwork. After Nobara helped y/n unpack what little she had in her suitcase, she ran to the bathroom, and y/n went out to the living room to chat with Maki some more.

When y/n took a seat next to her, Maki asked, “So, I take it you’re a Music major?”

Smiling with pride, y/n nodded. “Yep! What’s your major?”

Maki replied, “Well, I’m only a sophomore, so I can’t declare mine yet, but I’m going to go into Crim.”

“That’s interesting! What made you decide on Crim?” Y/n said, leaning forward. “No one at my high school ever expressed an interest in Crim except some of the really creepy true crime girls, but half of them didn’t graduate.” She frowned to herself. “It’s probably a good thing, though. I know I wouldn’t want one of them examining my body with complete apathy if I died tragically.”

Maki snorted. “That’s true. My reason is because I want to help people. I come from a family of really rich lawyers, with high-profile clients. I just kept seeing so many situations where some rich guy’s girlfriend mysteriously died, and somehow the police on the investigations botched things, or lost evidence. I didn’t want to be complicit in that kind of thing. I want to be a private investigator to help families. Of course, my family didn’t like that very much, so they cut me off, and now I’m here on my own merit, since I couldn’t get a dime of financial aid thanks to their tax bracket.”

Y/n was stunned. “Wow. That’s really inspiring, Maki! I wish I had a cool story like that, I’m just an idiot who got lucky with the algorithm.”

Maki blushed. “Luck has nothing to do with how good your music is, y/n. I like your songs.” She looked away, like she was embarrassed, and y/n’s smile spread from ear-to-ear.

“Thanks, Maki. Even though I’m proud of my work, it’s always just one of those things, where I get flustered because it’s my voice. You never really expect anyone to believe in you, you know?”

Maki looked up at her in surprise, mouth slightly agape. Softly, she said, “Yea, I know exactly what you mean.” The two of them exchanged an understanding grin. Two girls against the world. Unbeknownst to them, Nobara’s bathroom break consisted of not actually using the toilet, but telling the group chat all about how her favorite artist was talking to Maki and also is living with them for the next year.

label << masterlist >> catalogue >>> chapter 2

#outsider writes #fanfiction #college au #jjk x reader #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #megumi fushiguro #suguru geto #inumaki toge #fanboys JJK smau

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kaminocasey · 2 years ago

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We Were Golden Part 3

Summary: You get less than ideal news about your future with the Batch and of course they do something about it.

Pairing: Crosshair/F Medic!Reader , (Eventual???) Hunter/Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst, anger, wounds

WC: 5.1K

A/N: I'm actually really excited to take you guys on this journey, because I promise you... If you think you know where this story is heading, no you don't. Or maybe you do. Idk lol. Either way, I'm excited.

Part 2

TAGLIST FORM

“How is he?” Hunter asks as he leans against the wall in the corridor.��

You smile softly at Hunter’s concern for Echo. “He’s fine. He’ll wake up soon.”

You lean against the wall, next to him, watching as Wrecker teases Tech and Crosshair about something. Hunter’s eyes are on you when you turn back to face him.

“What?” Your eyebrows raise.

“Nothing. You’re just really good at your job.” He smiles.

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” You chuckle.

“Not with them around.” He nods in the other guys’ direction.

“So true.” You nod in agreement as one of the shock troopers approaches Hunter.

“You’re being summoned by the prime minister once you are done here.” He tells him.

Hunter glances at you with a roll of his eyes. “Sounds about right…”

“Thank you.” You nod to the shock trooper, who nods back and walks back down the corridor from the way he came.

“So anyway, I was thinking after our next mission, we could take a few days and-” Hunter starts but cuts himself off when he hears something behind the medbay door. “Echo’s awake.”

You push off the wall and start to walk into the medbay, reminding yourself to ask what Hunter was going to say, later. Right now, you need to tend to your batchmate.

When you walk into the room, you hear the Azi unit rambling on about some numbers and then you make eye contact with Echo as you come over to his side to check on him.

“Ha! Told you he’s alive!” Wrecker booms, startling Echo slightly and then points at Crosshair. “You owe me two credits!”

You roll your eyes at Crosshair. “Please tell me you didn’t think that Echo wasn’t actually going to make it.

“CT-1409’s condition is stable.” The Azi droid speaks up, hovering in front of Omega.

“See, Echo? You’ll be fine.” You squeeze his hand and he smiles up at you, slightly.

“However, I have some distressing news for the rest of you.” Azi turns away from you and Echo. “According to your test results, you all appear to be genetically defective clones.”

“Tell me you’re not surprised.” You look over at Tech, who looks like he’s in deep thought.

“I will leave you to process the shock of this revelation.” The droid hovers away.

“We’ve got a problem.” Echo speaks up, sitting up more.

“Not really. We’re more deviant than we are defective.” Tech shrugs, but somehow you don’t think that’s what Echo was talking about. “Not that.” Echo shakes his head. “Admiral Tarkin is here. He’s the one evaluating the clones.

“The same Tarkin from the Citadel rescue when you, uh…” Tech struggles to be delicate in choosing his words. “How shall I put this?”

You give him a soft, encouraging smile.

“Blew up?” Wrecker grins.

You shake your head at the larger man and sit on the edge of the bed by Echo’s feet.

“And turned into that.” Crosshair takes his toothpick out of his mouth and points it at Echo.

You shoot the sniper a glare, knowing that you’re definitely going to give him an ear full later. There’s no reason for him to be so rude about Echo. You know that they’re completely different as people, but they’ve gotten along this far, right?

Echo doesn’t seem to mind Crosshair’s rude remark. He just sighs. “Yes, and he’s not a big supporter of clones.”

Hunter crosses his arms. “We’ll soon find out. We’ve been summoned by the Prime Minister.”

“Guess he didn’t find that mess hall fight amusing. But I sure did.” Wrecker chuckles.

Of course he did. You’d expect nothing less from Wrecker. It’s one of the things that made you care about him, though. You wouldn’t change the man for anything.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Hunter nods toward the door.

Echo hops off the exam table and you start to follow him out of the medbay into the corridor. Being summoned by the Prime Minister was definitely not something you’re looking forward to. Prime Minister Lama Su gives you the creeps. In fact, most of the Kaminoans do. There’s definitely something… secretive about them. Something you couldn’t put your finger on.

“Wait! The fight was my fault. I’m going too.” Omega zooms in front of the group before you can leave, halting you all.

“Not happening. We’ll handle this.” Hunter tells her, walking past her.

“But, I-” Omega starts again.

“Listen, Kid… Our squad’s nothing but trouble.” Hunter tells her firmly. “For your sake, keep your distance. Got it?”

He has a point. A child has no place with this squad. You’re always in danger or on the move. You give her an apologetic nod and head out with Hunter, leaving the child behind in the medbay.

As you walk down the corridor, you try to catch Crosshair’s eye, he just sideyes you like he used to do back in the early days before you got together. You quirk your own eyebrow up and he smirks, slightly… barely…

“That was a good hit earlier.” Crosshair compliments you.

You break into a grin immediately, appreciating the feeling of normalcy. His smirk goes straight to your heart, a reminder that this is the man that you love with your entire heart. The man you’d go to war for. The man that can’t imagine your life without.

“Do you think that there’s a way for-” Echo starts to ask you, but you're cut off by a Corrie captain stopping your squad.

“Where do you think you’re going? The training facility is that way.” The captain tells you with a rather rude tone, making you all turn toward him.

It’s the captain from earlier. The one who told you that the war was over.

“Training facility?” Hunter steps in front of you, clearly confused.

“For a battle simulation.” The captain approaches Hunter. “Admiral Tarkin has requested to see more of your squad in action.”

“Then, we are not being reprimanded?” Tech asks from behind the group now.

“No, you’re being tested. Now go gear up.” The captain moves his helmet in a way to look at you. “Except you. You’re not needed.”

“So, we’re not in trouble, and they want us to fight more?” Wrecker looks downright gleeful, playfully bumping elbows with Tech, who doesn’t look appreciative of it. “Ha! Maybe this Empire thing isn’t so bad after all.”

You follow the guys to the area that’s just below the training facility so that they can gear up and grab weapons. With Echo mentioning Tarkin, you can’t help the bad feeling in your stomach that just seems to get worse.

“You got everything you need?” You ask Crosshair as he looks down at you.

He nods, seemingly distant again, putting his helmet back on. You give his hand a squeeze anyway and he tilts his head at the action, staring down at your hands.

“Good luck.” You smile up at him, anyway.

“We’ve done this hundreds of times.” Crosshair tells you, voice modulated, just making him sound more distant.

“Right. Of course.” You let go of his hand and walk over to Hunter.

“Watch out for him.” You pat him in his plastoid arm piece.

Hunter smiles with a nod and you start to walk past Wrecker who gives you a fist bump as you walk out. You have to trust that everything is going to work out. Everything is changing, you know that. You’re just going to have to change with the times, you suppose.

It’s been a while since you’ve been without the guys breathing down your neck so you decide to go do some investigating. You need to know more about this “Order 66”. Like, why it’s even a thing. Why would they have an order ready to execute all the Jedi?

Making your way to one of the server rooms that you know will be clear of any personnel, you try to get into the brain of Tech, knowing he’d know exactly what to look for and where to look for it.

Pulling up a seat, you try to get into the server, not finding it incredibly difficult. You type “Order 66” and “Execute Jedi” into the search at the top of the large screen. What comes up, confuses you even more.

There’s nothing there. At all. It doesn’t make any sort of sense. No information. No names of Jedi who were executed…

You know that you’re going to need Tech for this.

You clear out the search and start to make your way back toward your barracks, only stopping at the mess hall to grab something quick to eat since you didn’t really get to eat dinner.

You hear your name called, fondly. When you turn, you’re met with brown eyes and orange sun rays.

“Commander.” You smile, widely.

Before your time with the batch, you spent time with the 212th. That’s how you met the Batch. Through Commander Cody.

“How are you?” He asks you as you start walking out of the mess hall with your light snack.

“I’m…” You start but then remember General Kenobi.

Did Cody… He wouldn’t… There’s no way. They were joined at the hip, a mutual respect between the two of them like you’ve never seen with the other generals. Other than Skywalker and his men.

“I-I’m just really tired today. I’ve taken a couple of naps and still feel exhausted…” You try to ignore the nauseous feeling easing its way into your stomach again.

Please don’t throw up… Please don’t fucking throw up…

“It was a long day for sure. But the great news is, the war is over.” Cody smiles.

“Thank the Maker.” You nod as you get ready to turn down the corridor where your barracks are.

Even Cody seems… different. More rigid than usual.

“Indeed.” Cody agrees with a nod. “Tell the boys I said hello.”

“I will.” You nod back and walk back down to your barracks, walking in and sitting in your bunk against the wall.

Don’t think about Kenobi. Or Skywalker. Or Ahsoka Tano. Or or or…

You sit your loaf on a napkin on the crate by your bed, your appetite suddenly gone. All you want to do is lay down again. Deciding to do that, you hear the door swish open.

“Live rounds? They used live rounds! On us!” Wrecker storms in, angrily, bringing his fists down on the table.

“We were there, Wrecker. We know.” Tech sets his kit down on his workstation.

You sit up immediately, looking to Hunter for an explanation. “Live rounds?”

“I tried to warn you about Tarkin.” Echo says, a deep scowl on his face.

You get up and walk over to Wrecker to examine him, instantly unclicking his armor and letting it drop. Echo guides him over to a seat so that you can take a better look.

“Who’s that Imperial snake think he is?” Wrecker grumbles, hitting the table as you pull his shirt up to inspect the blaster shot to his chest.

“Stow it, already. You got shot.” Crosshair says with a stone expression. “It happens all the time.”

Wrecker looks like a kicked puppy and you give Crosshair a glare before turning back around to face Wrecker.

“Echo, grab my kit.” You point over to it by your bed.

Echo goes over to your bed and grabs your kit as Tech starts to argue with Crosshair. “There’s a fundamental difference between taking fire in battle and being used for target practice.”

You nod in agreement, angrily. Tarkin has always been a sketchy sort of guy, from what you’ve heard. You have half a mind to go and give him a piece of yours.

“Exactly! We’re not dummy droids.” Wrecker fires off at Crosshair.

You’ve never seen Wrecker so worked up. It hurts your heart that Crosshair’s being like this, knowing that you still needed to find answers. Making a mental reminder to talk to Tech about it, you’re about to ask Wrecker to take his shirt off when you hear a voice in the doorway.

“That much we can agree on.”

Everyone stops to look at the sinister looking figure in the doorway, standing in between to shock troopers. Tarkin gives Hunter a warning stare sending everyone into attention, backs straight, eyes ahead. Wrecker pushes you away slightly so that he can stand at attention. You refuse. You stare the gray haired governor down. How dare he use your squad as target practice… Wrecker could have been killed! And it wouldn’t have mattered at all to this man.

Hunter catches your eye and gives you a “Be respectful look.” so with a roll of your eyes so hard that they could pop out of your head, you stand at attention as well, in between Wrecker and Crosshair.

“That was quite an impressive display.” Tarkin muses as he steps into the barracks.

“Didn’t have much choice.” Hunter grumbles and you look over at him.

He’s clearly incredibly unhappy with what went down in the training facility. You should’ve been there. You should’ve gone with them… You’re a part of this squad too.

“Our new Empire may have methods that seem a bit unorthodox, but so does this squadron.” Tarkin replies, looking at each man. “Both certainly have their merits.”

It sends your skin crawling, the way he’s looking at them… Like they’re objects… things.

“Nala Se speaks quite highly of her five enhanced clones.” Tarkin stops to look up at Wrecker, his eyes roving over Wrecker like he’s just a thing that can be bought or replaced. “She claims you're more capable than an army.”

The need to give this man a piece of your mind starts to become stronger, but Hunter gives you a warning look, almost as if he could read your thoughts. It’s always been like that… Hunter understands you more than you understand yourself a lot.

Tarkin doesn’t even glance your way, as if you’re invisible.

“You have a mission for us sir?” Hunter asks.

“Indeed. We have tracked a group of insurgents to the Onderon sector. They must be dealt with.” Tarkin approaches Hunter.

“What sort of insurgents?” Echo speaks up.

“Separatist forces intent on keeping the galaxy at war.” Tarkin tells him and you look up at Crosshair, who remains stone cold and expressionless. “If you neutralize this grave threat, you will be looked upon most favorably as I assess the needs of the Imperial Army.”

“You, however, will no longer be needed.” Tarkin turns toward you. “You’re to meet with Mistress Nala Se when this squad leaves. I would say your goodbyes.”

At that, Tarkin nods and walks out of the barracks, leaving you and the Batch quiet.

Saying your goodbyes? You don’t understand… You’ve only been with the Batch a year, but it feels longer… Like you’ve known them your whole life. How could you just leave them?

“Alright. Sit back down.” You guide Wrecker back down to the seat so that you can patch him up.

You can feel all the guys’ eyes on you but you need to focus on the large man in front of you, trying to remember to think before you speak. They’re all at a loss for words like you, probably.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You turn to Echo, briefly, before returning your gaze to Wrecker. “And you too.”

“We… we didn’t think we’d ever have to say goodbye…” Wrecker mumbles, sadly.

You finish patching him up and pat his shoulder lightly, giving him a sympathetic smile and shrug. “We knew this wouldn’t be forever.”

When you turn to look at Crosshair, he’s watching you. But you ignore him and go to pack your bunk up.

“I’m sure I’ll see you guys around.” You shrug.

Unsure of what else to say, you turn back around to face them. Hunter approaches you first and offers his hand. You look down at it for a moment before looking back up at him and then throw your arms around him. He seems startled for a moment but wraps his arms around you as well.

“Thanks for everything, sarge. I’ve learned a lot from you.” You pull away. “From all of you really. Especially you, Tech.”

You smile over at the goggled clone and he looks slightly flustered, giving a nod and then fixing his goggles.

You hug Echo next. He’s more accepting of your reassignment, knowing this is how it is in the military. But Wrecker looks like he’s about to cry. Wrecker doesn’t do well with change, you all know that, so it’s going to be up to the guys to try to help him adjust.

When you look at Crosshair, he just nods. It’s final and definitely a break up. But it doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

“That’s all?” Echo asks him. “A nod?”

“What, do you want to throw her a going away party?” Crosshair rolls his eyes, putting a toothpick between his lips.

“It’s fine. It was never that serious anyway, right?” You shrug, grabbing your pack and then heading over to Tech to shake his hand, knowing he’s not the hugging type.

He squeezes your hand a little longer, though, surprising even you.

“You will be missed.” Tech murmurs.

You smile up at him and nod. “You too.”

When you let go, you head to the doorway, turning to look at them one more time. They all still look at a loss for words, but when you look at Crosshair, he’s sitting on his bunk, rubbing his forehead as if he’s got a headache.

Oh well, not your problem anymore, right?

As you walk down the brightly lit, white corridors, you remember you didn’t even get to tell Tech about what you found. You’ll have to send him a transmission later, if possible. He’d be able to find out more, with or without your help. Not that he needs it anyway.

You try not to think about how much you’re really going to miss the guys. You try not to think about Crosshair and your past together, or Your and Hunter’s late night talks, or Echo’s trust in you to have his back, or Wrecker’s laugh when the two of you would goof off, or Tech’s ability to teach you something new every single day.

This was going to be a huge change. Something you’re not ready or prepared for.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Echo asks Crosshair as they’re in hyperspace on the way to Onderon.

“Don’t care.” Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“I think you love her and you’re afraid to-” Echo starts.

“Shut up and mind your business. Before I make you.” Crosshair points his toothpick at Echo, warning him.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?” Echo rolls his eyes.

“Keep talking and you’ll find out.” Crosshair promises him.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?” Tech asks Hunter.

“Huh?” Hunter looks up, deep in thought. “Oh… Both of you shut up.”

Echo and Crosshair listen to their sergeant and quit their bickering. It’s enough that they lost you… but to have in-fighting immediately after you’re gone? And then with Crosshair still acting weird, and the wariness he got from Omega trying to warn him about Kamino changing? It’s just too much for Hunter to handle right now.

“What are we going to do without her?” Wrecker grumbles from the cockpit doorway.

“We can’t think about that right now, Wrecker. We need to focus on the mission.” Hunter sighs from the co-pilot seat. “I know it’s going to be hard, but we have to finish the mission. And then we can figure it out from there. Alright?”

“Okay.” Wrecker mumbles and then goes back to the bunks.

The thing is… he doesn’t know. He never thought this far ahead. Not without you… He doesn’t know how he’s going to manage without your laugh or your smile every day. Or when you remind him that he needs to sleep. Or the way that you always seem to know exactly what he needs and how he knows what you need. The way that you’re both so in sync that it almost scares him…

How is he supposed to carry on like normal? What did they do before you, and why can’t he remember?

When you make your way to Nala Se’s lab, you find the Azi droid from earlier.

“Um, hello.” You wave. “I’m looking for Nala Se, have you seen her by chance?”

“She went to find her medical assistant. She will be back momentarily.” The droid tells you.

“Thanks.” You nod and go to look out the window at the raging seas below.

It’s raining and storming, of course. Nothing new for Kamino, but with all that’s going on, it just feels even more gloomy than usual. Like the sky is maybe a little too caliginous… Like what you feel on the inside without the Batch.

You hear your name behind you and find Nala Se with Omega, who has a look of concern on her face, but when she sees you, the concern fades away and a look of relief takes its place.

“I was told to come find you, by Governor Tarkin.” You tell her.

“Yes, you will no longer be needed with Clone Force 99. I would like to give you the option to either stay here on Kamino and assist me, or you can join the new recruits coming in.” She tells you.

“New recruits?” You ask, confused.

“There will be a new army… of non clone humans. They will need medics as well.” She replies.

You look at Omega momentarily and she shakes her head. You tilt yours, confused.

“Omega, will you go get Taun We please?” She asks the child. “Azi, please assist her and make sure she stays on task.”

“Yes, mistress.” Azi follows Omega to the door.

Omega gives you one last pleading look, which you still don’t understand. But you decide that no matter what, you’re going to figure it out. The Kaminoans have always been secretive about things, but you can’t help but think that this child has something to do with the Batch. Why else would she know who they were?

“I actually forgot some stuff in my barracks, so I’ll be back in a bit.” You lie to Nala Se. “If I run into Taun We, I’ll let her know my decision.”

The Kaminoan woman nods and you head back out and down the corridor to find Omega. And hopefully to also find some answers.

“Pack up their gear and take it to the hangar.” You hear inside your barracks and then see a few troopers entering the room, one of them the Corrie captain from earlier. “You. You’re coming with me.”

You get to the door in time to see the captain trying to grab Omega and the Azi droid trying to stop him.

“Hey, why don’t you pick on someone your own size.” You get his attention in time to punch him in the helmet, a little stupidly, you might add, because pain shoots up your arm instantly.

Ignoring the pain, you jump on the captain’s back trying to get him to let go of Omega, but unfortunately you don’t see the two other troopers come for you. You only feel a jolt of electricity shoot throughout your body, realizing you’ve just been stunned as you drift into unconsciousness, trying desperately to tell Omega to run.

On the way back to Kamino, Hunter paces the Marauder, thinking about what the Empire is doing. He starts thinking about those innocent kids that Tarkin wasn’t even thinking twice about wiping out. He thinks about his argument with Crosshair. He thinks about you. About how it seemed pretty final between you and Crosshair. Would he ever stand a chance with you? It doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is getting you and Omega back, where you’ll be safe. He’ll keep you safe, no matter what it takes.

“I know why you’re really going back.” Crosshair tells Hunter when he’s back by the bunks.

Hunter doesn’t acknowledge him. He doesn’t have to. He knows what Crosshair’s going to say.

“Don’t think I don’t notice the way you look at her.” Crosshair sneers. “Or the way you pine after her like some lovesick pup.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Hunter says, turning to face his brother, leaning against the wall.

Crosshair lets out an unamused laugh. “Don’t worry. I see the way she looks at you too.”

Hunter’s chest tightens. What does Crosshair mean by that?

“I guess since I’m done with her, you’re going to want a turn?” Crosshair continues to try to push Hunter’s buttons.

Hunter’s stare hardens. “You better stop talking, vod.”

Crosshair smirks and walks back up into the cockpit. He was clearly not in his right frame of mind. There’s no way he’d actually ever say that about you, right? Hunter knows that Crosshair loves you. He’s heard the way that the man’s heart picks up when you enter a room. The way that Crosshair smiles at you when he thinks no one is watching. The way that Crosshair’s touch lingers on your body when they’re out in the field.

Crosshair isn’t fooling Hunter and Hunter intends to find out what’s really making him act this way.

“Well, the plan wasn’t a total failure.” You hear Tech’s voice before you open your eyes.

It’s followed by your name murmured by Hunter and then you feel hands on your face.

“Goody…” You hear Crosshair’s voice.

You slowly open your eyes, a little disoriented, and try to sit up, rubbing your head and then remembering what happened. “O-Omega!”

You try to stand up but Hunter pulls you back down, trying to brace you so he can keep you steady.

“She’s here. She’s alright.” Hunter says.

When you look beside you, she waves, smiling sheepishly.

“Where-” You look around, seeing the guys out of their armor, only in their bodysuits and then take notice that you’re in some sort of jail cell.

“I warned you to not come back…” Omega tells Hunter.

“Had to. We were looking for you.” Hunter smiles. “For both of you, actually.”

“Me?” She points at herself, unable to believe it.

“What do you say, kid? You wanna come with us or did we get captured for nothing?” He asks her.

You smile at her as you lean against Hunter, still not quite sure you can stand up just yet.

“You came back for me?” She can’t believe it.

The wonder in her eyes pulls at your heart-strings and then you realize that she wasn’t expecting anyone to come for her and that makes your heart clench.

“That’s right. Or you can stay on Kamino if-” Hunter starts but she cuts him off.

“No, it’s like I said before. I want to go with you.” She insists, standing up.

Hunter helps you stand long enough to sit you down on the bench against the wall.

“How touching.” Crosshair sneers from behind the group with crossed arms.

You all look at him. He somehow doesn’t even look like himself right now. You know that this is him… obviously. But the way that he’s glaring at Hunter… At Omega… It just doesn’t sit well with you.

Hunter glares right back at his brother, looking like he’s prepared for a fight. You rarely see Hunter scowl so deeply.

Wrecker coughs, awkwardly. “Um, Hunter. How are we getting out of here?”

Hunter’s glare doesn’t ease up. “I’m working on it.”

Hunter and Crosshair continue to glare at each other in a way that seems deeper than what’s going on. You look at Crosshair but he refuses to break first.

“You know what you should work on?” Crosshair steps toward Hunter with his finger pointing at the sergeant. “Explaining when you went soft.”

“Stow it, Crosshair.” Echo gives him a gentle push, not letting him get any closer to Hunter.

You stand up, finally, your legs finally feeling a bit stronger, and step in front of Omega, protectively.

“Don’t you see we’re locked up in here because of him? He had us disobey orders.” Crosshair fumes, anger clear on his face for the first time ever.

It worries you to see him like this. You just want the old Crosshair back.

“I never thought you disobeying orders was a problem.” Tech fixes his goggles.

“Yeah. We do it all the time.” Wrecker tries to level with Crosshair, clearly not understanding why his brother is being like this either.

“Good soldiers follow orders!” Crosshair tells his brothers angrily. “Every choice you’ve made since Kaller has been wrong. First, the padawan, then Gerrera. And now…”

He glances at Omega and then you. As if you weren’t worth coming back for. He doesn’t have to say it. You know what he means.

He looks back at Hunter. “You’re becoming a liability.”

“We can debate my choices later. For now, let’s focus on getting outta here.” Hunter tells him, glancing at you to make sure you’re alright.

“There’s that look again. The one you think no one notices.” Crosshair sneers with crossed arms. “Even though it's obvious to everyone.”

Echo, Tech, and Wrecker look between Hunter and Crosshair, prepared to step in if Hunter’s gonna throw a punch. It’s not completely undeserved.

“Stop it.” You step in front of Crosshair, gently pushing him away from the group. “Stop saying things just to be hurtful.”

“I’m only saying things that are true, Princess.” He shrugs, leaning in, voice low. “Besides, like I told him… now that I’m done with you, he can have you.”

This is the first time in a long time that you’ve ever been made to feel so… used… like you didn’t mean anything to him…

With wide, hurt eyes, and anger coursing through your veins, you shove him away from you and go sit on the opposite side of the cell and don’t notice the way he sits down and rubs his temple. You also don’t notice the way that Omega goes to sit next to him. What you do notice is Echo sitting down next to you, placing an arm around your shoulder.

“If… you want me to punch him… just let me know.” Echo murmurs, trying to get you to crack a smile.

It works, obviously, and you can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I may take you up on that just this once.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Hunter tells you from the wall, quietly. You nod to him, not knowing exactly what he means by that. Does he mean what’s going on with Crosshair? Or this new Empire? Or with Omega? Or with… the two of you? Not that there’s really anything to figure out. He’s your best friend. Right?

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aussiepineapple1st · 1 year ago

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What is Happening to Me (Part 16)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 1,907 Contains: Dead Body, Very Sad Leon.

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Leon was silent, everything was rushing through his head, yet at the same time he was thinking about nothing. He never expected to know how he would feel if this ever happened. He had been preparing himself over these passed few hours for if this was the news he was going to receive, but deep in his mind he never actually believed it would be the news he would ever get.

Once Chris was ready to be taken on a stretcher to an aircraft osprey outside, Leon was told to follow. At the moment he was just the body of a human, his mind and soul seeming to not be present anymore.

Chris was secured near the front of the osprey and Leon sat in a chair at Chris' feet. Head hanging low, shoulders sagging with his hands limply resting over his thighs. Just before they were about to take off for the long trip to the United States, two doctors in full disposable splash suits carry a stretcher and place it at the back of the aircraft. A black body bag covered in at least 2 or 3 layers of plastic was on the stretcher. A tag was stuck into the top layers of protective plastic with writing on it.

The body was too far away to be able to read what was on the tag, however the both of them could easily guess what it says. The aircraft then finally took off from the ground, leaving Germany's soil, next to be landing home in Washington, DC.

After 20 minutes Leon had done well to keep himself together as best he could, then he made the mistake of finally looking over to the stretcher they had brought in. This is what breaks him.

Leon's nose scrunches up, the corners of his mouth turning down as his bottom lip quivered. The tears that had just been falling every so often now flow from his eyes like a stream. Slouching in the seat he was in he covers his face with his hands, loud sobs leaving his mouth as he cries. Chris laying was in the stretcher hearing Leon cry like this, he had never heard this sound of pure pain leaving Leon before. He too covered his eyes with a single hand and let tears flow, silently sniffing as his own bottom lip quivered.

-----*9 Hours Later*-----

The whole trip consisted of Chris sleeping and Leon nodding in and out of sleep. He had sat beside the body bag on the stretcher after an hour into the trip. Not caring if the ground was comfortable or not he stayed by the body the whole flight.

Now back home on American soil Chris was carried to another helicopter to be taken to a hospital where he will stay until he is healed enough to go home. Leon was placed in quarantine for 2 days in the DSO's Private Hospital connected to the HQ Buildings. Hunnigan was able to come and see him, asking if she could be the one to tell him he was allowed to go home.

Leon sat in the hospital room, wearing sky blue pants and top the patients were given to wear while in quarantine and recovering in the hospital's patient wing. The door opens.

Leon stays looking out the window, hand fiddling with the white tag around his right wrist, expecting it to be someone with his food. He hadn't been hungry but he could hear your voice in his head telling him to at least eat half of what he was given.

Seeing a familiar reflection in the window his head snaps around, seeing Hunnigan with a bag of his clothes, shoes and other belongings he had been wearing upon entering quarantine. He stands to his feet and walks towards her, eyes having dark rings around them, his complexion paler than normal as he hadn't been getting the right nutrients into him. His cheeks sunken slightly from lack of nutrition.

"Oh Leon.." She says placing his bag of things on the desk beside the door.

He continues to advance closer to her, and she knew exactly what he was going to do. Opening her arms she invites him for the hug he would be taking from her even if she hadn't invited it. He wraps his arms around her and rest his cheek on her shoulder as she rubs his back. Leon was one for physical touch, she had learned this over the many many years of being his FOS since coming into the DSO.

He pulls away from the hug after a few seconds, feeling the prick of more tears wanting to show their ugly heads in his eyes. He hangs his head low and she gently placed her index finger under his chin to urge him to look at her. She could see he had been crying, and a lot.

"Why don't you get dressed? I am going to drive you home. Your bike has been taken back to your place so it'll be waiting there for you." She explained.

Leon only gives a nod and takes the bag on the desk and leaves into the bathroom to change. Placing the hospital clothing in a material hamper in there. Leaving the bathroom, Hunnigan was standing against the desk she had left his stuff. Leon followed her out of the building, knowing which car was hers he could spot it in the car park and makes it his destination. Opening the driver's side door for Ingrid she gives him a smile as she slides into her car. Closing the door after she was in, Leon walks around the front of the silver Audi, sliding into the passenger side of the car. He rests his head against the seat.

Ingrid looks over to Leon as he exhales heavily, giving him a gently look of concern. Her car comes to life and she drives Leon home. Ingrid usually has the radio playing at a low volume, waiting until she was out of the city before turning it off.

Leon's head turns from looking out the window to the radio, knowing she was about to speak up. "I know this is a silly question, but how are you holding up?" She asks, flicking a glance at Leon before looking back to the road in front of her.

Leon just huffs out a breathy laugh, turning his head to the window on his right, chin resting in his hand. "I don't know. Not good. But at the same time it hasn't hit me yet. You know?"

Ingrid nods in understanding. She wasn't sure how he would be feeling, but she was also torn up about the situation. They sit at a red light and Ingrid suddenly exhales, turning her blinker off, going straight instead of turning left into the hills to Leon's house.

"My house is that way." Leon says as they start moving on the green.

"I know. I'm not taking you home."

Leon frowns looking to her with confusion. "What? You wanting to get something to eat first? I'm not hungry so you don't need to worry about me." He says turning back to look out his window.

"I'm taking you back to the Facility."

This makes Leon adjust his position in his seat. "I don't need to go back to the hospital if that's what you're thinking."

Ingrid shakes her head as she does a loop around the block, undoing their progress of going to Leon's home. After a few minutes of silence she pipes up. "I'm taking you to the morgue."

Leon felt his chest tighten. He would like to say his goodbyes, hold her hand one last time, apologies. He needed closure. "Thank you."

Ingrid nods and continues to drive back to the facility, parking her car around the back of the hospital wing. Both make their way into the lower levels where the morgue is. Walking up to the front desk, Leon trails behind Ingrid, hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"We are wanting to view a body." Ingrid says to the receptionist.

"What is the name?" She asks, rolling her chair to the other side of the desk surrounding her. Taking out a folder from a drawer she flicks through to the back. Ingrid gives the receptionist your name and she nods getting your body's location. "This way." She says standing up, leading the both of them down the cold hallway and into a room on the right.

Entering the room, the lady walks along the wall of silver doors. "Right here." She says as she opens the silver door with your name and pulls out the tray. The same black body bag is on the tray, this time without the layering of plastic.

"Lucky you came in today, she was supposed to be taken to the furnace this morning. But we seem to be having trouble with the lighting mechanism." She nods and looks to Leon, taking notice now if his posture. "I'll leave you alone." She then leaves the room, closing the door behind her to give them that little bit more privacy.

Ingrid watches the lady leave and turns to the black body bag. Taking it upon herself, she starts to unzip it. Ingrid frowns upon seeing the body. "That's.." She then struts towards the door, opening it and catching the lady halfway down the hall.

Leon's back straightens as he sees Ingrid leave the room, that wasn't like her, she wasn't one to shy away from a dead body. Even if it was a close friend. Leon brings himself to look at the body bag. Stepping closer he opens what Ingrid had unzipped. It wasn't you. Was there maybe a mix up?

He steps back and looks at the name on the metal door. That was your name, so why wasn't this you lying on the tray? He closed the bag and gently pushed the tray in, closing the door quietly to be respectful to whoever this was.

Leon leaves the room and walks at a fast pace towards Ingrid talking to the lady going through files on her desk.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. But this is the exact same body that came in the other day. Everything is checking out other than the obvious." The poor lady says stressing, maybe there was a mix up? But all the information she had was correct.

Ingrid looks to Leon who overhears as he approached. "I don't think she came back with you." She says to Leon who's eyes widen. She couldn't tell what emotion it was from though.

Leon hurries to the stairs and starts to walk up them quickly. "Leon!" She calls then huffs out, turning to the girl behind the counter. "Thank you, but maybe we should get finger prints of the body and see who it is before you burn her."

The girl then nods, hopping on the desk phone to her manager. Ingrid chasing after Leon and exiting the building. Leon was pacing, his hand holding his phone to his ear.

"Come on.. pick up." He says to himself.

"Leon?"

"Chris! It's not (Y/N)!" Leon said as soon as he heard Chris answer.

"What? What do you mean it's not her?" Chris was confused. "The body that came back with us?"

Leon continues to pace back and forth, his free hand running through his hair, pulling his fringe back. "Yes. She's still in Germany!"

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themastaralex · 9 months ago

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Your Heart and Soul are mine (and mine are yours) - Chap 1

soo, i promised some people maki fics, this is one of them, the others i still havent finished (this one included) but we gotta get through the introductions and everything before we get to the fun stuff with maki and the gang

wc: 1.7k

note: reader is the same age as yuta, but yuta is older (aka they're both pisces, it's on purpose)

2008: 10 years before the Shibuya Incident.

LOCATION: Texas, United States of America.

“She says she's seeing things again.”

The doctor leans back in her chair, crossing her arms, speaking to the woman in front of her desk. The woman looks at the ground, sighing.

She didn't expect this. She knows there was a little to no chance of you getting a cursed technique. She knows there's such a low chance of you seeing any curses of any sort…

..yet..

..you did it. Your mother has no idea how or what cursed technique you possess, and to be completely fair, she barely knows much about it anyways.

“What sort of things has she been seeing? Or has she not spoken about that?”

The doctor- Dr. Graham clears her throat, then looks at your mother, who definitely doesn't look as worried as a mother would if they were told their daughter was seeing things.

“She hasn't said. But I'm sure they're nothing bad, seeing as her mental state doesn't look like it's deteriorated.”

It's clear to her that you aren't at all injured or mentally hurt. If anything, she's more surprised you're as happy and energetic as you are after stating you're seeing things.

Regardless, your mother nods, looking to her right where you're sitting, mindlessly reading a comic book, not at all aware of the effects your heritage has on you.

You're blissfully unaware of everything regarding your father's side of the family.

They say ignorance is bliss. Currently for you, in this position, as a 7 year old child- It definitely is.

Being special runs in your blood. And you have no idea that's the case.

“I see.” Your mother- Rosa- responds calmly. She doesn't need to give away any hints as to your heritage, your blood, your family.

Dr. Graham just nods, writing something on a paper then handing it to your mother, as you look up, eyes now locked on your mother. You're sure you're about to leave, as you see her stand up.

“If she speaks about this anymore, I'd like to have a thorough evaluation.”

‘Thorough’ evaluation. That means they want to put you in a CT scan machine, and they won't find anything because you're not sick.

No, you're not sick.

You're just a Gojo. You're just Satoru Gojo's younger half-sister.

The Strongest Sorcerer of this Era.

“I understand.” Your mother looks at you, moving away from the chair as she heads toward the door. “Let's go, mija.”

You nod with a small smile, giving the doctor a quick nod as well before leaving with your mother.

On that paper she got, there was names of possible suppressors for your ‘condition’ if it gets ever so worse. But it won't. She knows it won't.

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2013: 5 years later:

“MAMI!”

You try reaching out for her as you wail and struggle to get past the nurses holding you back.

“MAMI! PLEASE LET ME PASS!” Your eyes are glossy, as tears fall down your eyes. They keep their firm grips on your body, as you whimper and wail, ignoring your own injuries.

Your pleas do nothing to let you pass. Instead, you get to see as they roll your mother down the hallway, half dead and bleeding out profusely.

They tranquilize you, taking effect after a few seconds. You black out involuntarily, body going limp.

Once you wake up, you find it slightly hard to open your eyes- your eyelids feeling quite heavy. The lights in the room don't help much either, but you open your eyes anyways.

With giving the room a quick scan, you deduce that you're still in the hospital, as a nurse comes in the room to check on you.

“You're awake.. Good.”

Over the next few minutes, she brings you water and some food, after which you ask where your mother is.

Your heart drops as soon as you hear the words:

“I'm.. I'm sorry, sweetie.”

Your heart drops, your stomach drops, your face instantly contorts into one of anger and sadness as you begin to sob uncontrollably.

“W-why.. What the fuck..”

For a 12 year old child to lose their mother, their only caretaker, their family… Is heartbreaking.

Your heart definitely broke that day, along with countless nightmares of seeing her being rolled down that hallway, always being taunted with the fact that maybe, just maybe, you could have done something.

The only things you had left after that was your pride, arrogance, and ego. And that's what you used to keep anyone from getting too close.

Coming to terms with your own grief was utterly impossible.

You were deep in depression as you lived with your aunt for a few weeks.

You wouldn't go to school, you'd barely eat, you'd barely get up from your bed. That was normal considering the fact you'd just lost your mother, your only parent.

Until one morning, when you decided to get up.

That damn door. The hard knock. Then a slightly loud, “Hi there, is anybody home?”

From your spot on the couch, you raise your head, now awfully curious. Mami always told you to not open the door for strangers, but something about the person seems oddly familiar. Not familiar in the personal sense, however.

You stand up, slowly walking your way to the door. You try not to make much noise, as if the person could hear anyways, but you get to the door and look through the peephole, seeing a very tall man with white hair and some dark shades. He looks distracted as he looks away from the door. You squint your eyes at his figure, his whole body slightly radiating some sort of aura.

“Huh?” You state out loud, prompting him to turn back towards the door. “Ah, shit.”

“Hey, it's fine. Open the door. Seriously. I'm not gonna do anything.” After a moment, the man sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“..yeah, that sounds like something someone would say if they wanted to do something. Sorry.”

He shakes his head, as you seem to unlock the door by pure instinct, going against everything your mother taught you.

His facial expression- Or what can be seen from it- lightens up as you open the door, a small smile on his face.

The man is huge- almost like a giant. You'd guess he's probably over 6 feet tall. Not to mention, his hair color is definitely weird. Looks natural too..

The guy looks down at you and grins brightly, taking off his glasses and looking at you with some bright ass light blue eyes. They seem to glow, being the same color of a clear light blue sea, as he stares down at you.

“I'm Satoru Gojo. I'm your big brother.”

You just stare at him for a moment, as he stares back. It seems you're both speechless- you more so.

“I don't have a big brother.” You state, starting to close the door, but he easily holds it open. Either way, he's still grinning, as you look at him with an expression that really just says, ‘Man, what? Is this guy crazy?’

“I don't know any Satoru Gojos or whatever. My last name isn't even Gojo, so that's already wrong.”

You're very sassy and sarcastic for a 12 year old, and he already takes note of that. After all, you're his little sister. And by the signature of cursed energy emanating from you…

You're definitely strong, or at least, have the potential to be strong.

Satoru’s sure you have no damn idea as to what cursed energy even is, so he'll save that for a later talk.

“I know your last name isn't Gojo. But you're my sister, I swear!”

“..that doesn't really help your case, bro..”

He scratches his head, holding his glasses in his other hand. It doesn't seem like he intends to do anything malicious, so it seems like you can trust him enough.

“Prove it. Prove you're my brother.”

You say that with bravado, thinking he's not your brother, obviously. He's white- Japanese, maybe- white hair, blue eyes that seem to glow? Who is this dude? Satoru Gojo? Who the hell is Satoru Gojo?

“Uh. How am I supposed to prove that?”

“I dunno, you're the one who said you're my brother.” After you shrug, he sighs, when he pulls out a folded photo. Your eyes narrow as you see him unfold it, seeing your mother and some other man in a very close position.

Side hugging, with the man's arm on your mother's waist. You slightly smile at seeing your mom’s face, very much younger.

“That's my father. And yours too.”

With skepticism in your eyes, you look back up at Satoru, now slightly less hesitant. The man in the photo does look like Satoru, down to the eye shape and hair.

If that's your dad, why didn't you come out with white hair? Or blue eyes? Why did you have to come out relatively average? Brown hair, brown eyes?

Those Mexican genes are really not doing you any favors.

Your mom never mentioned your father, ever.

You weren't sure if it was because she hated him, or if she just didn't want to mention him. But now, you're slightly thinking about whether or not you should trust this man, Satoru Gojo- Who willingly calls himself your brother, likely knowing of your mother’s demise and your current status.

“Maybe you're not lying. Maybe.”

Your voice is a quiet mumble, as you begin to start to believe him. He's given you no reason to not trust him, so believing him seems right.

Satoru grins, crouching down to your level, one of his hands moving to gently rest on your shoulder. He makes sure to keep some distance between you two however, seeing as he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or weirded out.

Barely been your big brother for a few minutes and he's already worried.

“Good! You're starting to believe me, at least!”

You can't help the small smile you wear on your face when you see his large grin and genuinely happy face. That makes you feel warm. It makes you smile so sincerely, feeling very happy- for the first time in a few weeks since your mother's death.

Satoru Gojo is the Strongest, not just in strength, but in heart as well

#maki zenin #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #zenin maki #gojo satoru #mexican reader #megumi fushiguro

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Be More Ghost Chapter 3: The Squip Pitch

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

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If you take my advice and if you pay the listed price, well then you go from sad to interesting to hip! Yeah, your whole life will flip when you buy a Squip.

Danny made his way over to the bathroom and started to try scrubbing off the marker stains on his backpack. It wasn’t going well. He grimaced at the smudged black lines that just wouldn’t go away.

Boyfriends… What would it be like if Danny and Tucker did date? Did he even like Tucker like that? Danny wasn’t really sure. And obviously, Tucker couldn’t feel that way about Danny. They were totally just friends and it was probably better if they stayed that way.

Yeah, Danny and Tucker were just good friends. Danny was crushing super hard on Valerie right now anyway, so even thinking about a relationship with Tucker wouldn’t make sense.

But it had been nice when Tucker hugged him earlier…

“Fenton! I told you not to wash that off!”

Danny jolted and dropped his bag as his hands involuntarily turned intangible. He hadn’t noticed when Kwan had entered the bathroom.

Dreading confrontation, Danny started heading for a stall. Maybe he could just avoid Kwan-

“Sneaking into a stall to get away from me? That’s just pathetic.” Kwan sneered at him.

Danny stilled and lowered his hand from where he was reaching for the stall door. He braced himself for whatever transphobic comment Kwan was probably going to say next, but instead he kept staring at Danny without saying anything.

Then, Kwan’s whole body twitched. The movement reminded Danny of when a ghost overshadowed a human. But Danny’s ghost sense hadn’t gone off, so Kwan couldn’t be overshadowed, right?

Kwan started mumbling something and Danny just got more uncomfortable. What was going on?

“I- um. I’m gonna go.” Danny turned toward the door.

“Wait.” Kwan stopped him. His voice had a weird intensity that again made Danny think that Kwan could be overshadowed. Danny tried to check Kwan’s eyes for evidence of overshadowing but his irises just looked like their normal brown- not glazed over or ghostly.

“Do you remember me in middle school?”

Danny was sure he hadn’t met Kwan until freshman year at Casper High when he became best friends with Dash and started bullying Danny like all the other A-Listers. What kind of question was that, anyway?

“We didn’t go to the same middle school-”

Kwan interrupted him by banging his fist against the bathroom wall. Danny took a step back in surprise.

“Yes, we did! You just didn’t notice me.” Kwan turned his head, looking away from him to stare at the bathroom wall. “Nobody did.”

Danny tilted his head as he eyed Kwan. They had gone to the same middle school? What was he getting at?

“In middle school, I was a loser just like you,” Kwan turned his head back to smile at Danny, “but then, I got a Squip.”

“You got a what?”

“A Squip. It’s some top-secret, can’t-even-look-it-up-on-the-internet shit.”

Danny was even more confused. He’d never heard of a Squip. He thought maybe Tucker would know; he would have to ask later. But why was Kwan telling him about this now?

“It’s from Japan. It’s a gray oblong pill- quantum nanotechnology CPU,” Kwan continued. “The quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until it implants in your brain and it tells you what to do.” Kwan pointed to his skull.

“It does what?” Danny raised an eyebrow. That was… pretty unbelievable.

“Shut up!” Kwan grabbed the front of his shirt and pinned him to the wall. Danny resisted the urge to turn intangible to get out of his grasp.

Danny cringed, expecting Kwan to punch him in the face. Instead, Kwan slowly brought him back to the ground and let go of his shirt.

“My bad, old habits die hard.” Kwan dusted Danny’s sleeve. Danny bit back a joke about how he had half-died hard too.

“Anyways, I’m sorry for bullying you. I only did it ‘cause my Squip told me to.”

Danny didn’t think that was a very good apology but he wasn’t going to say anything.

“But now my Squip is saying you’re not a bad dude. You might want a Squip too.” Kwan looked thoughtful, which was not an expression Danny was used to seeing on the jock’s face.

“Are you offering me drugs?” Danny asked incredulously. This whole situation was just getting weirder and weirder.

“This is better than drugs, Fenton.” Kwan smirked at him. “It’s a super advanced AI that you can hear in your mind. It helps you to act correctly. It’ll help you to be cool.”

This was sounding too good to be true to Danny. But now Kwan had him hooked. He wanted to stay and hear him out.

“Picture this-” Kwan held his fingers out like a frame, “no one would care if you’re late. All the teachers would love you. You’d get to join the A-Listers for sure.”

Danny remembered what it was like being an A-Lister when Kitty had overshadowed Paulina to make her date him. Life had been easier for him- not having to come up with explanations when getting back to class after a ghost fight, not having to do his homework, not getting bullied anymore. But he had missed Tucker and Sam… And hadn’t Kwan gotten kicked out of A-Listers?

“Wait, if this Squip thing is so great, how did you get dropped from A-Listers last year?”

“Oh, that was just a temporary setback.” Kwan waved the question away. “My Squip knew you wouldn’t be in my spot for long. And if you had your own Squip, we could both stay A-Listers this time.”

“Okay…” Danny thought that explanation seemed reasonable.

“Look,” Kwan put his hand on Danny’s shoulder, “right now you’re helpless and almost hopeless. But getting a Squip is life-changing. You gotta buy one.”

Danny just nodded slowly.

“I have a hook-up who works at the Payless Shoes at the Amity Park Mall. Bring me six hundred on Monday and you’ll be set.” Kwan turned away from Danny and started heading toward the door.

“Six hundred dollars?” Danny gaped. How was he going to get that much money?

“It’s worth it, you’ll see.” Kwan pointed at him and left.

Danny stood alone in the bathroom, mulling over the whole bizarre interaction. A piece of technology that could help him be cool? Could that really be real?

Maybe Kwan was just messing with him.

Shaking his head, he picked up his backpack from where he had dropped it in the sink and inspected it. It seemed like “BOYF” was just going to be a permanent fixture now. Resigned, he turned the bag intangible to phase the water off it, shoved all his stuff back in it, and slung it around his back. He walked over to the nearest stall and reached for the ball of ghostly energy in his chest to trigger his transformation into Phantom. After the white rings swept over his body, he soared out of the school and started flying home.

The stuff Kwan had said, his pitch for that life-changing tech, kept replaying in the back of his mind the whole way back.

#danny phantom #be more ghost #kwan danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #my fic #my art

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E3 deep dive, brought to you by illness and cold medicine, you are warned.

I maybe should start just doing the highs and lows of each episode, because these take forever to write and I’m not sure how interesting they are for the rest of you. I was going to do highs and lows at the end of this post but it got too long.

We open up with Silver Team going rogue at Visegrad Relay, looking for their Cobalt comrades. It’s becoming increasingly clear that not only is this mission off the books, but John hasn’t told his team this. Not great for unit cohesion, Master Chief.

The base is eerily empty and there’s a rhythmic thumping sound. The Covenant? No, just a door opening and closing. Somehow that doesn’t feel much less scary.

Instead of the Covenant, we meet a swarm of Marines led by an impressively gutsy and likely ONI officer who puts herself between Silver Team and the ominously thumping door. She accuses John of stealing a Condor and falsifying a flight plan. This is news to the rest of Silver. John doesn’t care and barges through the door expecting to find Cobalt. He finds a whole lot of nothing. This doesn’t look like a cover-up at all, nope.

Next we whiplash to Ackerson having a touching and mundane moment with his father, who’s senile but not so far gone he doesn’t know he’s senile. Evidently Ackerson has been spilling classified information to his dad. In light of everything else going on, that’s pretty far down on Ackerson’s list of misdeeds. We also learn that “Julia” the mysterious flash clone was Ackerson’s sister. Why did he clone a bunch of her for Halsey? Ackerson Sr. reminds his son “You promised not to let them [the Covenant, presumably] take me alive.” Once again, nothing ominous here.

Then we have Dadmiral Keyes dressing down his overgrown children for ripping through the UCMJ like it’s wet toilet paper. You also get the feeling Keyes is getting squeezed into this and has information he should have shared with Silver, but was ordered not to. John asks if Ackerson is behind this, and everyone knows the answer but can’t say it.

John’s team is rightly furious with him for lying to them. Kai at least tries to reason with him but John’s not hearing it. The audience knows John is right and the UNSC-ONI machine is gaslighting him into thinking he doesn’t see what he knows he’s seeing. However, he’s still being a jerk about it and turning his own people against him. He doesn’t help his case when he mops the floor with his ONI babysitters like Steve Rogers taking out the Hydra guys in The Winter Soldier elevator scene.

Laera is trying to escape the Rubble and go after Soren, only to get wrapped up in Soren’s crew’s plot to steal the “Madrigal money.” Kwan continues to prove herself both useless and useful. With Madrigal glassed now, one has to wonder what role Kwan has to play. At the same time, she’s tough and resourceful, I have to give her that. She also tries to do what’s right. She knew Laera would die and went to rescue her, probably thinking she could reunite mother and son at some point but mom has to be alive for that to happen.

Laera, too, shows herself to be more than just a pretty face, resisting Antares’s interrogation even with a gun to her head. And the part where she says “I can usually reason with my husband” 🤣 it takes a real woman to hang with Soren-066. Plus, Laera always looks fabulous! I want to look that good if I ever get shoved in an airlock.

Got ahead of myself there, but some things work best tackled as a big chunk.

Riz seems to be increasingly disenchanted with Spartan life, not that I can blame her after how John treated her last week. Never mind that she’s been in constant pain for six months. She ends up at Louis’s place where we learn he and Danilo the PT are married. Riz asks Louis what “other things” there are to be besides a Spartan. We don’t get the rest of the conversation, but it looks like Riz might be getting ready to jump ship. She may find her options more limited once Reach falls, though.

Back at the ranch, we discover what actually happened to Cobalt. They were in fact at Visegrad, and ran into the Covenant. We don’t know if this happened before or after Silver Team showed up, but it confirms what we all thought: There’s some conspiracy to keep Covenant activity on Reach under wraps.

Keyes is clearly distraught over the four (remarkably intact) bodies in the morgue. THE DADMIRAL LOVES HIS OVERGROWN EMOTIONALLY STUNTED SPARTAN CHILDREN I am not taking questions on this. The exchange between him and Ackerson here is top-tier. When Ackerson tells Keyes to leave and Keyes says “I won’t run”? I don’t think you’re going to be in season 3, Jacob.

Kai goes to Ackerson, who admires her for defending her “CO.” John isn’t her “commanding officer.” He’s not an officer. I don’t know what they’d call him, though. “Your team leader”? I won’t bug you all with nitpicking terminology. Kai is so stir crazy that she asks to be deployed alone until John is cleared for combat. This, I suspect, is how she ends up with the S-IIIs.

John takes his concerns to Parangosky, who to the surprise of no one, has not really left ONI. He tells her the Covenant is on Reach and no one is listening to him. Parangosky doesn’t give him the help he’s looking for. She tells him to go back to FLEETCOM and lay low, and she’s brought a cadre of spooks to ensure his compliance. This does not placate the increasingly agitated Master Chief.

Ackerson visits Halsey in holo-jail and gives her a speech about how she made the Spartans “fragile” by implanting those pellets. He tells her that “these things [she] made, broken as they may be” will be the foundation for something greater. I suspect this is the Spartan-III program. It’s also what Adun says to Halsey’s clone right before he kills her and dissolves her in acid.

Then the bomb drops: Julia, Ackerson’s sister, was a Spartan who died from the augmentations. Suddenly everything about Ackerson makes sense.

But the bombs aren’t done dropping. Ackerson leaves, then walks back in with none other than Soren-066. He tells Halsey “I didn’t want you to be alone” and walks out. Halsey looks legit TERRIFIED when she sees Soren.

Finally, John goes to see Talia and finds her in church. I’m going Gaga over the religious references this year, you all don’t even know. Talia has a recording of the “interference” on Sanctuary, which we find out is also a prayer offered by the Arbiter not named Thel ‘Vadam, stating his intention to offer Reach as a burnt offering and place the Demon’s head on the altar.

While Talia is translating the prayer, we see a montage that notably shows us Ackerson giving his father a pill, probably cyanide, reiterating his promise that he wouldn’t let the Covenant take his dad alive. He tells his father “I have to go away” which is the third time he’s said as much in two episodes. As he’s walking out, Ackerson brings in a final Julia clone, and his dad thinks he’s seeing his little girl one last time. A teary-eyed Ackerson walks out, and the next time we see him he’s strapped into a troop transport. Going where, we wonder?

Then an explosion shatters the church’s windows and the episode ends.

All this sets us up for…next week it’s all going down.

#halo #halo tv show #halo spoilers

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I don't know if anyone's said it yet- but someone should write about aether being like "okay guys im retiring!" and everyone is just like "you're WHAT"

You didn't actually ask for angst, but it's what you get. Specifically Dew Angst. Under the cut.

The words don't register right away. Dew feels a little like he's underwater. Like all those days spent on the bottom of the lake as a water ghoul listening to people show his name from the surface. Garbled. Distorted. Gibberish.

He hears them, sure. But they don't mean anything because they're not possible. Not real. Dew would be stupid to think all of this would last forever. He's had half of his pack retire--vanish--before. He's been through it.

But Aether? No. Aether, Mountain and Dew were summoned one right after the other. They have stuck together through every single thing the church has thrown at them. They lost their papa together, helped a new one rise. They have been a team. A unit. The back bone of the pack and now--

"You're abandoning us." Dew hears himself say. He's talking over someone--Rain maybe? but he can't hear that over the roaring in his own ears.

Aether turns violet eyes over to Dew, his brows knit together. Dew knows the look too well--pity, concern, gentle compassion that Dew can't take as anything except being talked down to. It feels like his skin is too tight all of a sudden. Like he wants to crawl out of himself and away from this, from here, from the truth.

"I'm not leaving the Abbey, Dew."

Dew doesn't have anything to say to that. He wants to ask a thousand questions. They rattle through his mind on repeat. Mostly, he just wants to know how he's suppose to do any of this without Aether by his side.

First Sunshine going off to work at another Abbey. Now Aeth staying home. Retiring. Dew feels adrift.

He pushes himself off of the couch and walks out of the common room without another word. The rest of the conversation reaches him in pieces. Understanding from Cirrus and Cumulus, questions from Swiss. Silence from Mountain. Encouragement from Rain. Dew drags himself to his room.

He doesn't allow himself to think about it. Tries not to. Tries not to think of endless bus rides with an empty seat next to him. Or worse, one filled with someone else. He didn't even think to ask about that. Finds he doesn't particularly care who steps in to Aether's role--whoever it is, they won't be Aether.

He doesn't know how long he paces around his room, following a familiar path already worn into the hardwood from years of doing this. Hands behind his back. Spine so straight it aches. Back and forth across the floor in front of his cold fireplace. If he stands still for too long reality sinks down on him like stones. He keeps walking. Watches the moon rise and silver light slide into his room, over his mess of a bed.

It's stupid, he thinks, to feel betrayed like this when everyone else just takes it like it's normal--expected. To get hung up on it. Aether could have really left--like Ifrit. He isn't. He'll work in the infirmary. He'll be here waiting when Dew gets home exhausted and sore.

He will still be Dew's lighthouse. Nothing can change that.

He feels empty anyway. Hollowed out. Everything behind his ribs scraped clean and made numb. Some childish part of him wants him to run down the hall, to bust down Aether's door and beg. To cry at his feet, face in his thighs to take it back. To not do this to him. And no matter how many times he tells himself that Aether will still be here it doesn't matter.

Because he won't be there. With Dew. To wick away exhaustion and headaches. To bully him into a corner after a show. To wrap his arms around him from behind and hold him. To braid his hair while Dew drifts off to sleep in a lumpy hotel bed. In those moments where Dew feels like he needs him the most--he'll be here. Home. A book, or a guitar, or a mug of tea in his hands.

Alone.

The knock on the door is expected. Dew's been waiting for him without realizing it. Knowing the way this works--knowing Aether in a thousand unspoken ways that makes up what they mean to each other.

Aether doesn't wait for Dew to answer. The door cracks open. Aether slips in, closes it behind him. He leans against it as Dew freezes mid-step.

"You're going to be ok, Firefly." Aether whispers. Like he knows every secret thing in Dew's head. Like he can translate the indecipherable screaming happening inside the walls of his skull.

Dew looks at him. Swallows the burning in his throat, the lump building there. He wants to tell Aether to leave. To fuck off.

Instead, he throws himself into Aether's arms. Fingers digging hard into the back of his neck as he drags him close. Pressing his face into Aether's neck. Breathing. Like enough deep breaths will be enough to keep this scent with him. Like he can bottle it and save it for his loneliest moments.

If he talks, he'll lose it. He knows it. Already flayed open, raw like an exposed nerve he can only shake his head. Press tighter against the cool comfort of Aether's body. He'd climb inside of him if he could. Live there. Stay there. Keep Aether with him always.

"You are," Aether says, a promise. He slips his fingers into Dew's hair and tugs, just a little, enough to dislodge Dew from his neck so they actually have to look at each other.

Dew founders. Fingers clenching against Aether's shoulder. Body screaming, shaking. He feels panic well up within him and before he even has time to register it, it's dropping away under the gentle guidance of Aether's quintessence.

"Don't do that, Dew. You don't need me for this."

Dew tips his head. He feels the break coming, the part where he dissolves, comes undone. Where all of the things he's warring with win.

Aether cups his jaw, drags his thumb over his cheekbone, across tears Dew didn't realize were falling.

"What do you mean I don't need you?" he spits. "I've never done it without you."

Dew half expects more platitudes. Some more of Aether's always optimistic bullshit about how he'll be here when he gets back. How he can call him any time. How everything will be fine he just has to get used to it.

Instead, Aether just pulls him back into the cool embrace of his body, holds him tight enough that it makes Dew's ribs ache. He leans his head against Dew's, nuzzling their horns together as he does, dragging his nose into Dew's hair and inhaling like he wants to hold onto Dew's scent too, inject it under his skin to savor. Like he knows that soon, they'll both be foundering at sea, searching for a lighthouse that's too far away to light up the horizon.

"I'll miss you too, firefly."

#comet comments #ficlet #dewther #angst #dewdrop angst #ghost fic #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #unedited #because I don't want to hurt myself by reading it

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