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tinalbion · 3 months ago

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'𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞' ||

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: The Ghoul x fem!Reader

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄! Minors, DO NOT interact! Smut with plot, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, murder, canon typical language, attempted kidnapping, radiation poisoning

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 10k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The second part (sort of) to Perfectly Misaligned, someone read it and was curious about the radiation poisoning aspect, so I gave it to them! The Ghoul trusts your judgment after being in his company for about a year now, but after your shared night together, you made what you thought was a simple mistake that almost cost your life not once, but twice. Will the Ghoul be able to save you?

If he had just gotten out of his own head, then maybe he would have noticed how ill you’d been feeling, and maybe it wouldn’t have progressed the way it did. Or maybe if he would have just minded his own damn business and kept you at arm’s length like he initially wanted to, neither of you would be in this mess in the first place.

But even in those two hundred years wandering the wastelands, he was bound to make a mistake, even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it was possible.

He knew you were smart enough when it came to survival, so he never questioned you or your methods or how you handled your personal affairs. So you both trudged on after the rad storm and only mere days later, you two were on your way, scouting small dives and gathering spots for low lives and scum that would do just about anything for some caps or chems. It had been an awkward time for the both of you after the night you shared, and both of you were too apprehensive to speak of the things you’d done in case the other had disapproved of the conversation. And once again, you knew better than to push it, besides, you both came to an agreement that night: a proposal between you both to release some tension when needed. That was it.

Maybe it was best not to push it too far in case he changed his mind, so you’d give him time, you were patient. But the Ghoul was the complete opposite. He disguised himself to be the type who could wait out anything, but there was always that itch, much like the one in his trigger finger that kept his decisions impulsive and sporadic.

So you continued, pushing yourself to venture forth, falling back into old habits with your memory of him in such a compromising way tucked in the back of your mind. You did what you did best and sought information, some of the targets easily let their drunken thoughts slip when a pretty girl sat with them and liquored them up, others were more guarded and kept their eye on you, but nothing a little touch to their inner thigh wouldn't fix, all while the Ghoul watched intently from afar.

He often watched how you slipped into the part so easily, and the part you played depended on the person you needed the information from. It was rare in the beginning for him to see you like this, and hell, he even fancied seeing just how easily people had been sidetracked by your seductions when he first watched you work. But the more he watched, the more he paid attention to the movements of your hands, the way your body tensed whenever they would touch you, and how you fought the urge to recoil but kept your expressions as neutral as possible. Oh, how he found it to be enjoyable! He had a curious thought as he watched you, he wondered if there was something about him that made you come to him with such a personal offer.

The corner of his mouth would pull into a cocky smile whenever he'd watch, his whiskey eyes stared with interest as he would see your face light up as soon as the information left the man's lips, and your head would turn slightly to meet the Ghoul’s gaze across the room. The slight smirk on your face, when you struck gold, was a sight he welcomed, and not just for the payload that it came with.

You'd slip away from the informant as soon as he was stupid enough to look away, easily slipping out of his sight and outside, away from prying eyes. The Ghoul would be right behind you on your heels, walking in sync with your footfalls.

Most times, he'd tease you about how well you handled the men -and the women- when getting the information you needed, but this time, he was silent as he trailed alongside you. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes and silently regarded him, but you knew he had something to say and refused to say it.

“You good?” He finally managed to ask, his eyes flickered over your face and then back ahead.

Your brows furrowed together, confused by his question. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked him, your hand holding onto the strap of your bag as you adjusted it. “I got us the information, didn’t I?”

What he didn’t tell you was that your skin was more flushed than usual, and your forehead seemed to shine with the glaze of sweat that constantly coated it lately, but he figured you knew and decided not to comment on it considering you could take care of yourself. “Course you did,” he assured with that typical grin.

You dropped it after that and continued your travels to the next town, which was a bit further away from your usual haunts, but you both could handle yourselves, yet there was a small nagging feeling in the back of your head. But as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn't ignore the feeling that was creeping through your body.

You set up camp near a small lake, or what was left of the pathetic excuse of a puddle that used to be a lake, and you stared out across the hillside while the fire crackled behind you. The Ghoul sat and fried up some of the meat he'd taken from some poor man's hide while you sipped greedily at your canteen, drinking the last few drops of the only water you had. You could boil some of what was left, maybe make it drinkable, but you were tired. Your body had felt as if it had been crushed by a yao guai the past two days, and you just chalked it up to constantly being on the move, you tried to assure yourself that was it. But you knew you were working against time now, and you couldn't bring the Ghoul into your personal fuck ups. The shame you felt for not realizing your stupidity sooner ate away at you.

“It's like I'm campin’ with a mute nowadays, the hell is goin’ on in that head of yours, Bunny?”

You turned away from the skyline glittered with stars and looked over at him, his intense stare already on you. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“Ever since, well, you know when, you've been actin’ strange, almost distant, even.” He didn't move, his gaze didn't soften, he was more annoyed by your behavior than anything.

“I've just been tired, feeling real out of it lately, I dunno, just need a good night's sleep I think.” You reached up and rubbed your neck, your eyes drooped slightly. You felt the fatigue hit you like a ton of bricks. “It has nothing to do with that night, I promise.”

This seemed to give the Ghoul something to think about, but he had no reason not to trust you, you hadn't given him a single reason yet. He nodded and leaned back again, resting against a large rock while he enjoyed the warmth of the fire before he headed into the large tent you'd both set up for the evening, but there was still something off about you, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

You joined him soon after at the fire and tried your best to keep that usual cheery disposition the Ghoul seemed to enjoy, but you’d fallen asleep sooner than expected as you listened to one of the many stories he liked to tell about his adventures across the wastelands. What you didn’t plan on was the Ghoul carrying you into the tent as you barely stirred, the worry he had was gone when you seemed to sleep comfortably, and he watched as your chest rose and fell as you looked so gentle while you dreamed.

The days passed and you were feeling worse, your body was trying its best to fight off what you were suffering and it wasn't succeeding, but you kept your spirits high as you continued your journey, but you desperately needed to get your hands on some RadAway as soon as possible. You were mad at your carelessness after the night you and the Ghoul shared, thinking that all would be well if you were to take some of the chem to take care of the exposure you experienced. But after a few run-ins during your travels, you hadn't realized that the last couple of packs you had were used up, you were completely out.

Your hands dug around frantically in your worn bag as you pushed your items around, looking intently for the familiar IV bag filled with liquid, or maybe one of the needles you got from that last merchant, but there was nothing. Your heart poured hard against your chest as the panic set in, but you couldn't bear to tell the Ghoul of your carelessness, this was no one's fault but your own, and you'd take care of it. If you didn't, what if he refused to touch you again? He wouldn’t find all the trouble you went through worth it, so he’d remain closed off to you once again, and you felt that it was a worse fate than suffering from radiation poisoning.

Ridiculous, you knew this, but no amount of chems could beat the high you felt when his hands touched you the way they did.

While the Ghoul tracked down which way a bounty could have gone, you ransacked everything you could in the abandoned diner that had a few parked cars still in front of it. You checked inside of those, then dug around the drawers, cabinets, and anything you could find that could have hidden away some treasures—desperation at its finest. The Ghoul just figured you were looking for extra caps or scrap to sell, which you often did in between merchants and settlements, so he left you to it. He walked along the inside as he waited for you, then quizzically pressed a button, which activated a jukebox that still seemed to work.

“Well, hot damn,” he chuckled as the song started playing, transporting him back to when things didn't seem all that bad before the bombs dropped. If there was a time before he could go back to, it was when life wasn't so complicated, where it wasn't tooth and nail to fight to survive. He could wake up and expect to pour his heart out on the big screen, capturing the characters he so loved to play, but he hadn't thought of that part of him in so long, he was but a distant memory that no longer existed, that man was too weak to survive in the wastelands.

While he reminisced about a time long past, you continued to dig around the area frantically, but you finally accepted that you wouldn't find anything you were looking for. The heavy sigh that left your lips echoed throughout the room. You'd never been so careless before, but you wouldn't dwell on that now, you had to get going and trudge on to another merchant.

You stepped out of the back of the dining kitchen and peeked your head around to see where your traveling companion had gotten to, but it was quiet, save for the trickle of music you heard coming from the half-destroyed jukebox. It was a song your parents played for you when you could recall a time in the kitchen, your eyes closed gently and you smiled as you thought back on it. You were so wrapped up in the memory that you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps of the Ghoul step up beside you.

You looked over to see him regarding the jukebox with a sort of fondness in his eyes until he pulled his gaze to you, and then he wore a mischievous grin.

“What?” You asked him suspiciously.

He hummed and reached over to grab your hand, pulling you into his grasp while his other hand rested gently on your waist. A side of this man you hadn’t known existed had begun to shine through little by little, a rare occasion for you both to witness.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like, Bunny?” He asked dryly.

You just scoffed and allowed him to lead you across the floor, the weight of surviving and struggling through another day no longer a main concern, for now, you just enjoyed the moment before it fleeted away from you. You hadn’t danced in, well, you couldn’t recall when you ever did, but there was no time to think about that considering the Ghoul had tapped your boot with his own, getting you to move your foot. He told you to watch how he moved his feet, you had to mimic the direction in which he moved so you could follow along, and the more confident you became, the less stiff your body moved with his. Soon, you were swaying across the broken tiles and old debris, laughing at the way you felt lighthearted and silly, but the privacy of the moment was something you’d want to hold onto forever.

‘It isn’t your sweet conversation

That brings this sensation

Oh no, it’s just the nearness of you-’

As sick as you were feeling, this dance lesson was something that you were glad you didn’t miss, but your body was fighting against you despite how happy you were feeling. You scolded yourself, hoping you could hang on for a little bit longer, but the Ghoul looked down at you as the gentle piano of the song played in the background, his eyes in those sunken-in sockets seemed troubled.

“You sure you’re good? You seem sicker than a dog lately, you feelin’ alright?”

“I uh, I’ll be fine, promise,” you lied with a small smile. “Just living in the moment, this is nice.”

He chuckled and knew you weren’t being completely honest with him, but if you knew what you were doing, then who was he to say otherwise? “Whatever you say, Bunny. And you ain’t too bad on your feet.” He smirked as he tested the waters and pulled away from you, then gave you a little spin.

You spun and laughed as you almost tipped over, but he caught you with ease and he pulled you back flat on your feet. He stared down at you and wondered what it was you were thinking about, though he felt he wouldn’t admit to what he was thinking if given the chance.

You looked up at him with the same look on your face, and your soft smile only grew when he kept staring. If only you could just have a bit of normalcy, you craved having just a slice of it like you once had, but all you could picture was him here with you, sort of in a moment like this one. This could be your new normal, him standing here with you, dancing around the desolate diner with the scratchy music playing. You laughed internally at the thought, but it didn’t hurt to pretend for now, but you’d deal with the ramifications later.

You thought you could feel it; the spark of something in the way he looked at you, and the way his hands held onto you as if you belonged here in his grasp, but you weren’t entirely sure. He didn’t budge, he was as still as a hunter watching its prey from the tall grass, but before you could say a word, the sudden rise of bile stung your throat. You began to cough and violently jerked from his arms and flung yourself away, gagging as you fell to your knees while you released the contents of your stomach onto the floor.

The Ghoul’s face turned to shock as he was beside you in an instant, his hand on your back while he stared down at you in sheer panic. “Bunny, what- are you okay?” He would wait for your answer while he attempted to comfort you, but human ailments hadn’t been a worry for him in so long, he had no idea what would be wrong.

After a moment, your breathing was heavy and you attempted to catch your breath before you responded. “I�� I fucked up, cowboy, I’m sorry…” You turned to him, and the tears in your eyes from retching stung your eyes.

“You didn’t do nothin’ of the sort-”

“I ran out of RadAway, I didn’t take anything after that night… I was careless.” You huffed as you stared up at him, looking and feeling so ashamed of your carelessness. As you were about to speak again, an odd sensation took over your body and you felt a sudden wave of dizziness, your eyes fluttered, and then you felt everything go black.

The poisoning coursed through you rather quickly without any medicine, but the Ghoul didn’t have a drop on him either, so you were running on borrowed time until your body began to shut down and change drastically. He caught you before you fell unconscious, then slowly got to his feet and hoisted you into his arms, your limp body cradled against his chest as he searched around the diner for a safe place to keep you. He didn’t find much until his head tilted up as he groaned in frustration, his eyes then spotted a latch that led up to an attic or storage space of some kind.

He gently set you down away from the area and opened the door, then climbed up the wooden ladder that slid down, and he peeked around to check the hidden room. It had been untouched for years up there, things were still neatly placed and packed away, so this would be the safest area to keep you until he could return.

Once you were up in the storage space and laid out on your blanket, he covered you with your jacket and looked around, hoping he could get lucky with a hidden medkit, but he turned up empty-handed.

“Dammit,” he muttered as he looked back at you. He knew you’d be pissed if he left you here, but he hid you away, you’d be safe until he returned. The Ghoul wasn’t sure how far away the next town was from where you were, so maybe he could return to the one previous. He had to do something, anything to get you what you needed before things took a turn for the worst, vomiting was only the beginning. He knelt beside you for a moment and looked down at your features, his eyes scanned your skin, anything that was alarming, but it had only been a few days since you both got close. He had time.

“I ain’t gonna be long, Bunny, I promise,” he muttered low, his gloved hand pulling your jacket up further to keep you covered, resisting the urge to smooth out your hair as a lover would do. “We’re gonna get you better.”

He stood and looked down at you while you slept, afraid to leave but too afraid to stay, he couldn’t just sit idly by and do nothing. So he left you there, locking up the crawl space door to assure your safety while he was away. It was an odd feeling as he traveled alone, not having you with him on an adventure almost felt wrong in a way, but the journey would hopefully be a quick one.

His feet felt heavier than usual as he walked out of the diner, but he turned to look back at the decaying building and stared up at the walls that held you safely within them, but it was difficult for him to move forward. With a deep sigh and a hardened gaze, he sought after what he needed, and internally, that small little voice in his head had prayed for a miracle that you would be okay.

You weren’t sure what happened, you were happily dancing one minute with the Ghoul, and the next was a complete blank, you just remember falling and that was it. Your eyes barely opened as you lazily rolled your head to the side, trying to focus your sight. You looked for him in your haze, calling out to him weakly, but no one responded to your calls. The Ghoul was probably just making sure no one approached the vicinity, you knew he would be overprotective in your current state. Another reason you cherished your friendship.

Friendship, if that's what you want to call it.

Your head was pounding and your body felt weak, on fire, and had the chills all at once, so you may have rested until he returned to your side. But the pain in your head was too much as it throbbed annoyingly, what else could you do but lay there as you stared at the ceiling filled with small holes? Yet the longer you lay there in silence, the more you realized just how quiet it was, and then you wondered if he was truly still wandering around the vicinity.

What if he took it upon himself to… no, you had hoped not, that wasn't in your plans. You wanted to take care of it yourself when you were able to sleep it off, and yet there was the possibility that he took it upon himself. You slowly pushed yourself to your feet and almost tumbled into the wall, but you regained your footing well enough as you looked around the room. There was no indication he was here, even when you looked out of the second-story window, there was nothing.

“Dammit,” you muttered.

Of course, you caused problems for him, took him away from his work, and foiled it all. He'd never look at you again in such high regard, would he? Not after this. You cursed yourself and stumbled back to your makeshift bed, feeling the roughness of your dry throat that ached for water. As you reached for your pack, you hoped he'd come back and still give you a chance. Sleep was clawing at you again while you wondered if you could force yourself to remain awake, but you hadn't stood a chance. Your eyes closed and you prayed to whoever would listen to have him look at you like he did before.

While you had slept, the Ghoul made decent progress across the wastelands to acquire what you needed, and he hoped he’d get it in time before your body shut down any further. He kept pushing the negative thoughts from his mind, whistling or humming that tune from the diner, just trying to make it through. Along the way, he took out raiders, random lone gunmen, and anyone else who figured he was easy pickings, patting them down after their bodies fell with a hard thud to the ground. He’d gathered a small collection of RadAway in his bag, but surely not enough to help you get back to yourself, so he promised himself only to find a few more.

It was after this personal promise that he had stumbled into some hideout he didn’t know existed, yet he still pressed forward as if he had no time to deal with the several men who stepped out and blocked the view of the windows all around the destroyed building, but they insisted he stop to have a chat.

“Ain’t got time for autographs, boys, I got somethin’ important I gotta do,” he said as he brushed them off, walking past them without a second glance.

One of the raiders scoffed and raised his gun, cocking it to catch the Ghoul’s attention. “I ain’t askin’, freak,” the gunner guffawed. “Gimme what’s in your bag, now.”

The Ghoul took this as an insult, so he turned on his heels rather slowly, comically so as he looked at the four men who stood here, holding him up from his mission. “The fuck you just say to me?” He asked with a scoff. His hand had already rested comfortably on the hilt of his hand cannon, watching all the men with interest, mapping out the direction from which they’d all come after him. He was meticulous with his planning, making sure each bullet he shot wouldn’t go to waste.

“You heard us, ghoul,” another man spat in reply, “give us what you got and you can keep your arms, possibly.”

The Ghoul chuckled to himself and lowered his gaze, his face hidden by the brim of his hat. “Now, I ain’t one to back down from a challenge, but I got someone who needs help. So I’ll cut y’all a deal. You got any RadAway? I’ll happily give you whatever is in this here bag,” he said as he patted the leather saddle bag.

Whether it was a trick or not, the men figured if all he wanted was RadAway, he was stupid enough to trade it all for that. The one closest to the door walked inside, disappeared for a few moments, and came back with an entire bag filled with RadAway.

“Figure with all the caps you probably got in there, we could buy more than we got,” the man laughed and tossed the bag onto the ground before him. “Now hand over the bag nice and easy,” he said.

“Well now,” the Ghoul started as he slid the bag from his shoulder and let it drop, “seems there’s been a change of plans, gentlemen.” With a fast hand and an even faster draw, the hand cannon was out and he shot all four men before they had a chance to react. “Been a pleasure doin’ business.”

He walked up to the discarded bag and grabbed the IV bags, peering inside to ensure they were all accounted for. Most were untouched while others looked a tad worse for wear, but it was enough to be able to help you out and get you back on your feet. Just as he was about to throw his saddleback back over his shoulder, one last man emerged from the broken-down shack and took aim at the Ghoul.

“You don't deserve to leave after what you did,” the man spat.

The Ghoul stopped and cocked his head, not even bothering to look back at the man. “None of us deserve shit one way or the other, but my companion don't deserve to die.”

“Companion? You think your companion wants to be around you in the first place? You're a fucking ghoul, a freak. Probably just playin’ sick to get rid of you. But if it's RadAway you need, you're gonna end up killin’ ‘em anyway. Do them the favor and get the hell away from ‘em.”

The Ghoul had more patience than a saint at that moment, but the part about killing you, it struck a nerve. Without looking back, he put an explosive bullet straight into the man's forehead, his head exploded with a large pop, and his body fell to the ground.

“Fuck you,” the Ghoul huffed, grabbed his prize, his bag, and hustled back to the abandoned diner.

If he hurried fast enough without stopping, maybe you had a fighting chance.

You had thrown up several more times and could barely move from your makeshift bed, your limbs felt sore and your entire body was on fire. It felt uncomfortable just to lay there. How could you be so careless? Even though you were suffering from the effects of radiation poisoning, you knew that you'd never regret the decision you made that night. You’d happily do it again if given the chance.

As you lay there half dazed, half-conscious, you swore you heard a melody from outside the gas station, you weren’t entirely sure. Poorly sung, the lyrics sounded screechy, it wasn’t exactly pleasant. But the voice wasn’t his, so you pushed yourself up as slowly and quietly as possible as you attempted to make your way over to the window. The sun was setting, the large ball of light almost hidden below the horizon as you peeked through the broken glass, seeing a group of three raiders wandering about as they heard the song playing on the jukebox.

You didn’t even realize it was still playing considering you’d been so out of it, but they figured someone had to have come here. Your plan was to be as quiet as possible, allowing them to think their timing was off, that someone just passed through and paid no mind to stick around. If push came to shove, you’d hole up on the roof and take them out from a higher ground. The Ghoul had taught you some basics since you would have rather run from combat than be a part of it, but he knew it was important to know if a situation ever arose. You’d have to thank him later for those helpful tips if you ended up needing them.

The adrenaline was pumping through your system as they got closer, carelessly wandering, swinging their weapons into the nearby cars just for the sake of destruction. You wanted them to leave as soon as possible, so you hugged the nearest corner with your gun firmly in your grasp, and you did your best not to pass out at the most inopportune moment while you pressed your back against the wall.

The smaller man who had been looking around the outside of the diner didn’t seem interested in sticking around, but the other two wanted to be thorough in their search for anything worth the caps.

“Davie, c’mon, man, there’s nothing here,” the small man grumbled.

The larger man just laughed. “And what, you some all seeing, all knowing motherfucker now, Francis?”

“Shut up, dick.” Francis huffed and waited outside, keeping an eye on the skyline in case there would be trouble.

The second man followed Davie inside the diner to scout around for anything, and he started pressing buttons on the jukebox.

“Quit fuckin’ with that, Daren,” Davie barked as he tossed an empty box at him.

Daren huffed and continued to make his way around the diner, finding nothing of interest, but they made sure not to leave any stone unturned.

As you sat up in the corner, you figured there was still a small chance they’d come up there, spot you, and do who knows what, but you had no real backup plan in case that were to happen. Maybe cover yourself with the blanket, pretend you were some discarded junk? Would that work? Raiders weren’t exactly the smartest bunch, but they’d smell you a mile away in a ridiculous cover, most likely.

You calmed your breathing as they continued to ransack the kitchen area, right below where you were resting in the corner, and you couldn’t help but clasp your hand over your mouth just in case. You listened for them, pinpointing where they could be, how far away their voices were, or how close they’d gotten. Maybe they’d overlook the door altogether, they surely weren’t that thorough, right?

“Shit, Davie, there’s a door leading upstairs-” Daren pointed out, and you heard him tug at the small latch connected to it.

Your heart dropped in the pit of your stomach as your entire body froze, your eyes went wide as you slowly pointed the gun toward the opening in case you needed to use it, but your hands were shaking so badly. Your vision blurred as you tried your best to will yourself still.

‘Don’t you dare pass out now, you idiot, keep still-’ You willed yourself, your hands slowly steadying to the best of your abilities. Your entire body was suddenly taken over with chills, your strength had been sapped from you as you leaned your head back, praying that they’d skip out on searching up there.

The footsteps beneath you got louder and you heard the door being yanked at. “What d’you think is up there?”

“Maybe the owner’s corpse with all his riches,” Daren laughed and pushed the door, but it was slightly stuck, so he slammed into it with his fist. The door was unlatched and splintered, causing it to remain slightly open.

Your body was shaking as you cowered deep into the corner, hoping they’d just gloss over you, but as soon as Daren stuck his head up through the opening, his eyes landed on you. You shook your head, hoping he wouldn’t say a word, your hand was hiding the gun beside you as you crouched down, but you couldn’t see well with the sweat beading onto your forehead dripping down your face.

“Well, well, we don’t have a corpse with riches, but we have a payload,” the man chuckled and pressed his way upward.

“What’cha got, Daren?” Davie asked as he remained downstairs.

“Please-” you begged him, “I have nothing, just take whatever’s in my bag, I’m sick…” You whispered, hoping he’d have a change of heart.

He ignored everything you said and yanked at your wrist, causing you to yell out and quickly shoot a bullet into his arm. The raider released you and that’s when you scrambled toward the broken window, and despite your body screaming at you to not overexert yourself, you pushed through it and rolled onto the crackled shingles.

“The fuck happened?!” Davie barked as he climbed up the small ladder.

“There’s a girl, we can use her for parts!” Daren called back, and Davie was immediately crawling up to assess the damage. “She fuckin’ shot me,” he growled as he ripped off a piece of his shirt, wrapping it around the wound. “Fuckin’ SHOT ME.”

You were too busy trying to figure out how badly it would hurt to drop down from this height, but you had either two large men manhandling you to deal with, or the smaller raider to grab you as soon as you hit the ground. You could probably take him, so you opted for the latter. As you timed it, you jumped and tried your best to land where you could shoot up right away and run, but Francis was too fast. He’d been assessing the entire thing from the outside, his weapon drawn, but once he caught sight of you, he yanked out the rope he had wrapped around his belt.

“Where you goin’, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you,” you spat as you aimed and shot toward him, but you missed by just a few inches. “Fuck-”

Francis bolted toward you, his weapon drawn in one hand while the other gripped at the rope. He had a baseball bat primed and ready to incapacitate you if need be, swinging it mostly at your legs to bring you down, but you aimed your gun again and this time hit him in the shoulder. He let out an annoyed yell, then dug through his pocket, sucked in some sort of chemical, and you watched in horror as his expression transformed.

His eyes bulged out, growing wide as the chem worked its way through his body, and the bullet wound was just a passing memory. He grew sporadic and violent with his swings, not calculating exactly where to hit, but blindly swinging so he’d at least hit something. You did your best to dodge and roll out of the way as he would hit, barely take a breath, and swing again, the speed in which he worked was insane.

“Just leave me alone! I just wanna be left alone!” You screamed at the man, but if he could hear you, he showed no signs of listening.

Davie and Daren popped out to see the smaller man going straight for you, so they decided to get around you and cut you off before you could run anywhere else. “Goin’ somewhere, sweetheart?” Daren yelled out a string of profanities and launched toward you, grabbed you by your arm, and yanked it hard, causing you to drop your only weapon.

Davie went around and grabbed your other arm, both of them lifting you from the ground as you dangled in between their grasp helplessly.

“Let me go!” You screamed again.

“You shot me you fuckin’ whore, I ain’t letting you go after that. You’re going to the harvesters.”

“No, please, please! I’m sick!” You thrashed in their grasp, kicking your feet as they held onto you with a firm grip. With as much force as you could, you lunged at one of their arms and bit down.

Daren shouted again and reeled his arm back, slapping you hard. You let out a cry and kicked even more, but Francis grabbed at your legs, tying them up before you could do any real damage before his chem ran out. Then the two larger men dropped you, taking that opportunity to tie you up completely, sure that you couldn’t escape your bonds now.

“You wanna do the honors and carry her?” Davie asked.

“Fuck that, she shot and bit me,” Daren scoffed, kicking you in the ribs.

Your body folded as you let out a cry, but Davie housed you up and tossed you over his shoulder. “Fine, fuckin’ whiney ass-”

“‘Scuse the hell out of you but where the fuck you think you’re goin’ with my girl, there?” A voice called to them from behind.

The three men all turned to look toward the Ghoul that stood there, his eyes glued to the figures that held onto his lucky rabbit's foot, and they sized him up without much worry. Daren’s annoyance grew with hearing your yells and seeing yet another obstacle in their way.

“We found her first, ghoul, you can get your own smoothie somewhere else, yeah? She seems in top-notch condition and I ain’t one for sharin’.”

The Ghoul looked straight at you, taking notice in the smile you shot him as if to say thank goodness you’re here, he knew there’d be no way you’d want to escape him, right? “That there rabbit’s foot is mine, I don’t feel like partin’ with her just yet. So I’ll give you to the count of three to release her, or I’ll make you.”

The three men laughed hysterically and had no intentions of letting you go, and the smaller one -Francis- stepped forward. “Not sure if you heard us considerin’ your ears are kinda… gone? But She’s ours, finders keepers.”

“And I said, no.” The Ghoul said sternly, taking a single step forward, the familiar jingle of his boot spur seemed to cause you some comfort. “One.” The Ghoul held up his hand canon, took aim at the man on your right, Davie, and continued to glare.

“You really got a problem here?”

Francis quickly took aim with the hidden .223 pistol he had stashed on his person and let out a bullet, hitting the Ghoul in his left shoulder. His body jerked slightly but he didn’t allow the force of the bullets to deter him much.

“Two.”

Francis let off several more rounds into the Ghoul’s chest while Davie took out his 14mm pistol and landed a couple of rounds in him as well, but the Ghoul didn’t fall, nor did he back down. He smiled wickedly as he aimed his hand cannon, shooting each bullet off in succession.

“Three.”

Daren’s left arm blasted off, and the splatter of blood covered your face as you ducked and yanked yourself from their grip, then Davie’s throat had been shot clean through, causing him to drop instantly. Francis was left alive, but barely, as he was attempting to crawl off with one missing leg. He was still riding the effects of the chem he inhaled, but they’d die off quickly with all the blood loss.

The Ghoul was one to play with his prey, so he slowly sauntered up to the raider and chuckled at the pathetic attempt of his escape. “Well damn,” he said as he squatted down closer and dug his finger into the gaping wound of his leg, causing him to scream.”If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that hurts.”

“Pl-please, stop, don’t h-hurt me, okay, man?! We just needed caps!”

“Ah well, I just needed to bring her some medicine to help her get better, and here you thought you could just up and take her?” He asked as he stood up, tilting his head down at the man with a mischievous smirk. He placed his boot onto the end of Francis’s leg and applied a gentle amount of pressure to keep him from crawling off too far.

You watched all of this, not feeling much remorse for him or the others after what they planned on doing to you, but you had no idea what you could have done if he hadn’t shown up when he did. You felt useless as you stood up shakily, your body swayed slightly as you tried to steady yourself, still feeling the poisoning coursing through you. The cold feeling took over and you felt your entire body drain of color as you fell to the ground again, but despite feeling faint again, you felt safe knowing he was here to help you.

The Ghoul’s eyes widened as you fell, so he removed his foot from the raider’s injury and aimed without a second thought at his head, blowing him away and taking care of the last issue that remained. He eagerly scooped you into his arms and knelt down beside you, digging through his pack to fish out the IV bag you needed. Wordlessly, he stared down at you as he opened your mouth, tipping the liquid inside as he watched you swallow it. When it went down smoothly, he let out a sigh of relief and let his head fall back, staring up at the sky as he thanked whatever was watching over you.

He sat there with you in his arms, his eyes directed toward the sky, and he laughed. “Fuckin’ lucky rabbit’s foot,” he mumbled as he slid the bag back onto his shoulder and hoisted you into his arms, taking you back to your bed in the attic of the diner.

You awoke with a fierce headache, but your body overall didn’t feel like your blood was on fire, which was oddly suspicious. You recalled almost being kidnapped and taken, but then he appeared like some sort of twisted guardian angel, saving you at the last minute. The sun wasn’t up any longer, it was pitch black outside as you opened your eyes, the weariness of sleep slowly lifting like a veil being pulled up from your view. You turned to see him there, right next to you as he leaned his back against the wall, his hat tipped slightly low to cover his eyes as he tried to rest. There was no way to tell what he’d been through while he was gone, but he seemed pretty exhausted when he returned, or maybe you were delirious, but you were thankful he was here now.

The urge to wake him was strong, wanting to just thank him profusely for what he’d done for you, it was more than anyone had done for you in your entire life. Without much debate, you sat up slowly and crawled over toward him, allowing your head to gently rest against his lap. He hadn’t stirred much, probably too worn from his travels to get that life-saving RadAway for you. You weren’t sure how you could ever repay him, but you’d figure it out.

When morning came, you found yourself back in your makeshift bed, tucked in and comfortable with the Ghoul somehow laying next to you, his jacket draped over you for extra warmth, his hand abandoned to the side as he slept. But your slight movements woke him, and his deep still-human eyes met yours, sending your nerves on end.

“Well, good morning, Bunny, you feelin’ any better?”

You nodded and stared into his eyes, unsure what to say or how to say it. “You got all that for me?” You asked, your voice soft and gentle as I looked over at the opened bag, the large handful of IV bags resting comfortably inside.

The Ghoul peeked over to the bag and back at you with a small smile. “Possibly,” he replied coolly. “Had to make sure you didn’t go and die on me,” he chuckled. “I ain’t done with you yet.”

You figured that was the sweetest confession you’d get from a man like this, so you took it and smiled wide while you scooted your body closer to his, gripping onto the remnants of his tattered shirt. “Thank you, cowboy, wouldn’t know what to do without you. And I’m sorry… I shouldn’t been so stupid-”

“You ain’t stupid, you should always tell me shit like this though, I could’a got some for you sooner,” he chastised. “Don’t hide shit like that, okay?” He seemed annoyed, but not by you, by the fact he could have lost you.

There wasn’t a way you could pinpoint what he was feeling, this man was a complicated creature, so you just stared across at the wall as you thought about your next words. “I just… didn’t want to trouble you. You think I’m this capable person who can help you when I’m not, I can’t even help myself. And I didn’t want you to… well…” You paused, unsure of how to word this next.

He didn’t rush you when you sought the words, he continued to lay there, offering you some form of comfort in the only way he knew how. The tension between the two of you was palpable as the time passed, and you could tell there was something on his mind.

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me, and I didn’t want you to pull away… I don’t regret that night, I’d do it again with the same consequences,” you said firmly.

He looked down at you, his eyes bore into yours as you spoke, telling him you would rather go through all of this pain and suffering again just to relive that night. This was stupidity, he thought, someone like you wanting to lower yourself to chase a night with him. He started to chuckle and shook his head as he looked at you.

“I could never quite get a read from you, you know that?” He said with a playful tone in his voice. “Can’t put my finger on it.”

Your hand gripped his shirt a little tighter, trying to fight that feeling that coiled in the depths of your belly, wanting to keep this moment pure and unsoiled due to how much of this hidden side the Ghoul was showing you right now, but you had a hunger for him like no other. “Is that such a bad thing?” You asked him.

This made him laugh again, his voice drawn out as there was a deep tone, almost like a mix between a hum and a growl. “Well I guess not,” he replied gently, trying to read this moment, but still being so caught off guard by your companionship, he wasn’t about to overstep. This side of him was uncharted for over two hundred years, he wasn’t sure if he was even capable of having this side of him anymore. His hand reached out and lingered over the one that gripped at his shirt, but he wasn’t sure if he should close that space.

Your head lifted to properly meet his gaze, staring into those eyes that seemed to reach the depths of your soul. “Can I do something?” You asked, your voice quiet, nervous. He nodded, allowing you to do whatever it was you wanted. With a soft push, you rolled to your knees, crawled over toward him, and gently placed your hand on his face, bringing yours closer. “You won’t be mad?”

He scoffed in response and continued to stare into your eyes, already seeing the life spring back into them, the color seeming even more bright than they were before. It was him who closed the gap between the two of you, his mouth hungrily capturing yours while he remained hands-off, allowing you to do as you please. He was just there to learn what he could, you’d show him what to do or how to go about it, he trusted you. And that was an unspoken bond if he ever had one.

Your hand that was gently placed on his face stroked his textured skin softly with the pad of your thumb, while the other hand reached forward and slowly began to undo the tattered buttons on the shirt he wore. You took comfort in knowing he would tell you if he didn’t want you to continue, so you waited for any sign of that, but you were met with none. Your mouth continued to hungrily meld with his, your tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip, coaxing him to open further. He tried hard not to show you were getting to him, but the breathy sigh he made when your hand made contact with the bare upper half of his chest was one he couldn’t hold back.

The smile on your face grew as you pushed the shirt from his form, both hands sliding off each side down his arms, the chill of his warm skin on yours was a feeling you sought after. He sat up and captured you in his arms, grabbing you rougher than intended, but he’d never hear you complain, and he moved your body effortlessly as he placed you down on your back, wanting to take control as he learned to explore you once again.

He wasn’t feeling cocky or sure of himself this time, nor was he hiding behind the false boastfulness of his persona that he built for himself, but for the first time in so long, that deeply buried side of his former self slowly ate through. That ancient relic of a man he once was, the one that loved deeply.

His hands began to work at your clothing, slowly removing your jacket, then your tank top and his fingers stopped at your undergarments, unsure if he should cross that line. You nodded as your hands reached behind you and removed it yourself, sliding the straps down your arms and revealing your bare skin to him. In this lighting, it was almost angelic as the sun kissed your skin through the broken window, his eyes drank in the sight of you while your hands went to remove the rest of what you wore. The Ghoul clenched his jaw when you were just about stripped, and his hands met yours at the hem of your underwear, asking to remove them himself without asking a thing. His hands skated down your outer thighs as you arched, allowing him to remove them completely.

No matter the lighting, the time of day, or whatever it was, he was very entranced by your body. How could something as soft looking as you survive in this harsh and blood-thirsty world? The dips, the curves, even the small knicks and markings you gained while being in the wastelands were like foreign land as his fingers explored you. You couldn’t handle how incredibly intimate this all felt, the Ghoul who was typically thirsty for blood and violence now examining your body as if it was his only salvation.

His head lowered to your breasts, kissing your skin softly as he left a soft, wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to your abdomen, wanting to see if he could try his luck. “I’m gonna try somethin’, tell me if you like it,” he said, breaking that silence to convey how new this was for him to get acquainted to.

You nodded. “Yeah, go ahead…”

The Ghoul’s lips continued to trail down your waist, slowly tracing along your skin with his fingers until he stopped just above your core. His fingers gently slid between the folds, testing just how excited you’d been, and he was not disappointed. You had been one to grow exceedingly excited just from his touch alone. He pulled his fingers away from you and placed several firm kisses against you, gauging those pretty little sounds you had spilled from your mouth. His hot breath tickled against your skin before his tongue slowly slid against you teasingly, then he did it again and again as your body convulsed, your muscles tensing whenever his tongue delved slightly deeper.

He’d remembered from your last encounter what really pushed you over the edge and brought his thumb against you, rubbing teasing circles against your clit while he continued to use his mouth. The sounds and cries he pulled from you were only causing him to grow hungrier, your broken sentences strung together into gibberish, only able to whine from the growing build up in your lower belly that coiled tightly.

His tongue slid further into you and your body jolted slightly, your thighs almost tightened around him, so he made himself comfortable and gripped your thighs firmly, holding them in place while he continued to assault you with his tongue.

“Fuck, cowboy,” you groaned out, your thighs shaking as he pulled away, leaving hard bites around your inner thighs and your waist, marking you to make sure you remembered who made you feel this way.

“This feelin’ good, Bunny? Am I gettin’ this right?”

“You’re driving me insane, yes, yes-” You cried out while he licked through your folds once as you spoke, the devilish smile on his face only growing wider. Your nails dug into the sleeping bag beneath you, but your hands grabbed at his shoulders and dug in slightly to his textured skin, causing the Ghoul to bury his mouth even further against you. The moans you released were almost melodious, angelic in a way.

The Ghoul now sucked at your sensitive flesh, making sure not to inflict too much pain unless you instructed him to, and one of his hands left your thigh so he could push two of his fingers deep inside of your warm sex. He was gentle at first in his movements, but the man was starved, needing to go faster with his mouth and his fingers.

“You feelin’ okay?” He asked, checking on you as your body continued to spasm beneath his grip.

All you could do was nod frantically. “I’m so close, cowboy,” you warned, your voice cracking as your entire body ignited in chills.

“Don’t hold back, Bunny, tell me how I’m doin’,” he said, leaving no room for questioning as his tongue continued to gently slide across your heated flesh. He continued to curl his fingers in a gentle motion, his eyes peered up at your face as he worked. “How badly you wanna cum?”

“Please, I need to so bad, it feels so good,” you cried out as you tried your best to hang on, wanting him to continue.

“Let go then,” the Ghoul commanded, his mouth continued to lick and suck at your folds as his fingers picked up their pace, his mouth working fervently as he tried his best to bring you close to the edge.

Your fingers gripped at the blanket beneath you, your leg still being held firmly in place while your body trembled from the pleasure, keeping you in place as you chased your orgasm. You were seeing white as you squeezed your eyes shut, you moaned out the playful nickname you gave him, not sure what else to call him as the wave of your pleasure carried you to new heights. Your body lay back against the floor as you felt the energy sapped from you, your breathing was ragged and heavy as you peeked up to see the Ghoul lean back on his knees, your release coating his mouth and chin as he quickly wiped it off with his thumb, sucking it off until he was as clean as he could get.

Words couldn’t describe what you felt with him now, being on the brink of death only to be brought back and then seek out an orgasm that hard was… it was a wave of emotions. You hoped he wouldn’t leave you there like that, but he ended up surprising you and pulling you toward him, sheltering you in his embrace as he found his spot beside you on the floor.

He couldn’t fathom what he’d say at this moment, what could he say right now? “You know, I was almost convinced you made a mistake,” he said, his voice low.

You looked up at him with a grimace, trying to understand what he meant.

“You lowerin’ yourself to get all physical with someone like me,” he clarified. “And if this keeps up, I’m just gonna end up killin’ you anyway.”

“If that was true, it would be my choice,” you said.

He looked at you curiously. “You’d want that?”

This made you laugh and you shook your head playfully. “If I have RadAway, I should be okay, not a big deal. It’s just… tempting fate I suppose. I’m gonna die at some point, why not go out a way I want to?” You teased him as your hand was placed gently against his chest.

“You’re insane,” the Ghoul huffed with a few shakes of his head. “But… I won’t lie, I kinda like it,” he hummed and ruffled your hair playfully.

This just made you laugh and tighten your grip on him, and you felt content despite everything that happened prior to this. “So, you’re not mad?”

“Mad? Well, now I wouldn’t go that far, maybe a little pissed off you didn’t think it was worth mentionin’ to me,” the Ghoul said matter-of-factly. “But I ain’t mad, just happy you’re okay. Don’t do that shit again, though.” “I promise, I won’t,” you said as you made a gesture across your chest. “Guess I’ll just have to grab a bag every time I see one.”

He looked over at you curiously, smiling that typical cocky smile he always wore, but he didn’t take the bait just yet. “Oh? Plannin’ on needin’ a supply of RadAway?” He wondered.

Your face flushed and felt warm as you reached over and stretched your arm out, grabbing one of the half-full IV bags, and then your gaze turned back to his. “If we’re planning on continuing whatever this is, I can’t be caught off guard again.”

The Ghoul’s eyes glimmered with mischievousness, staring at you with surprise. “You wanna continue this?”

This caused you to scoff and you looked up at him with a playful expression. “Of course? Why wouldn’t I? Went through all this trouble and you think I’m just gonna call it off, then you’re-”

The Ghoul placed his hand on the back of your head, pulled you closer toward him, and silenced you with his lips. It lasted for a brief moment, but it was all he needed to assure you that he was still in this, and he may have threatened you to keep it quiet before, there was almost a silent understanding that hung in the air. You would keep your word though, but for now, it was just the both of you at this moment while you climbed into his lap.

He just scoffed and watched your nude form sit atop him. “Whatcha doin’ there, Bunny?” It was only meant as playful, he would never dream of pushing you away like this, he craved you more than you realized, the taste of you was divine, too.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer toward you. “I wanna show you how thankful I am you saved me.”

His eyes softened and allowed his hands to slowly slide down the curves and dips of your hips, smiling wide to himself as he watched you with great interest. “Guess I’ll have to save you more often, then.”

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the-record · 3 months ago

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LIKE A SAILOR

SUMMARY: to be loved, is to be known. inspo: sailor song by gigi perez

PAIRING: ellie williams x reader

WARNINGS: religious stuff!

A/N: please dont take this as any slander towards religion, simply related to a beautiful song and needed to write, also i wrote this at 2 am in an hour and dont care to check for any mistakes so please ignore any!

21.

&19.

you’d whispered the number in her ear with a giggle, a face as if you’d been caught. it wasn't what she had expected to come out of your mouth in all honesty.

she smiled back as you erupted into a fit of laughter, intoxicated on life and liquor. it was warm and smooth and before either of you knew it, she fell into the noise with you, shocking her friends across the bar. she couldn’t help herself, from laughing or from feeling this way for a strange girl at the bar. you were a drug.

21.

&20.

you’d only known each other a few months, but ellie felt the cliches. as if she’d known you her whole life. that she knew you were the one, even from the first glance. she didn’t understand it, or you.

so when you’d questioned her, all the breath left her lungs.

“what?”

you sighed and sat up away from her, a shaky breath falling from your lips before you asked again. “is this wrong? what we’re doing? what we are?”

you voice sounded new to her. raw in a way ellie had never experienced.

how could this be wrong? how could loving be wrong?

“why would you think that?” a gentle hand reached your upper back, careful, just in case.

you shook your head and kicked back the sheets before facing her. her freckles. her soft hair splayed out on the pillow. her chain that she wore religiously, once her mothers. you didn’t ever think this could be wrong but dread filled you to the brim and spilled out before you.

“i dont know, like to Him, you know?” ellie shook her head, obviously lost. your hands dragged down your face. “to God, ellie. is this wrong in His eyes?”

it clicked into a place, a missing piece in your unfinished puzzle that ellie was hoping to create.

she sighed and groaned as she sat up, pulling the smallest of smiles from you. a hand found yours, another your face. “i don’t know.” she answered honestly. “i never payed attention in church, truly. but, i do know a few things.” you nodded and listened faithfully. “i do know that He loves us all, sinners or not.

“ and i do know that he would not give me you if this was wrong.”

22.

&21.

the thought had billowed through your mind for months, torturing you and keeping you from sleep. it’s just an apartment but it killed you.

killed you to be away from her so often. to have to drive 3.3 miles every night you missed her or vice versa. to not hold her as you slept. to not make breakfast together every morning.

“do you wanna move in together?”

you had interrupted ellie mid sentence and knocked her back into reality. you began to take back the question when she smiled. laughed.

your face dropped into a pout. “are you kidding me? i ask to move in and you laugh in my face?”

“oh my- baby no! no, im sorry. i just,” she sighed and dropped her silverware to the table. “i was gonna ask you that tonight. that’s why i made dinner and set this place up all pretty.”

26.

&24.

soft summer day, clouds and birds and bickering.

“i’m gonna go stay with my mother for a few days.” you threw clothes from the closet into a bag as ellie watched from the door. “or longer, i don’t know.”

she laughed, “you can’t run away from all of your problems!” you ignored her and kept packing, taking whatever seemed essential. “you already know what she would say if you showed up there.”

you nodded and stopped, facing her for the first time. her eyes bore holes through your own. “yes, i do. that this is all my fault and it’s my consequence for being with a woman.” you shook your head at her. “and you know what… maybe she is right. maybe she always was.” you spat it out like poison.

“and you seriously believe that?” she stepped closer to you. you could see every detail of her. not just her skin and hair and eyes, but every emotion that filled her. the tension between her brows, the tears that welled in her eyes, her hands in fists shoved deep in her pockets. “that we aren’t right.”

silence.

music played from the living room.

a drop broke you. a tear down her cheek shattered the mirror you stood in front of, where you didn't see your own silhouette. “no. no of course not.” a watery smile and a soft laugh.

“thank god because i already bought this.”

27.

&26.

a ring.

a promise.

a church with pews filled by your closest friends and family.

a kiss tasting of her.

tasting of the beer she had that night long ago. toothpaste before bed. coffee in the mornings. a cherry slushy the night she finally asked.

a slow dance.

a confession.

“i don’t believe in God, but i believe that you’re my savior” -gigi perez (sailor song)

#! kates babes !#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams fluff #ellie willams the last of us #ellie x reader

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emsgwenstan · 7 months ago

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Holding onto our family pt.2.

{Larissa Weems x fem niece reader} pt.1 here

Thank you to you guys who recommended I do a p2 I wasn’t going to I was just gonna leave it as a one shot, sorry if this isn’t up to your expectations so in advance I’m sorry :/

Words: 4K? Idk.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing.

Note/summary: everything is strictly platonic! Just these two babies.

Still standing in the door way with shock plastered to your features, tears rolling down your face and the smallest smile tugging at the corner of your lips, Larissa grasped your shoulders and pushed you back slowly into her office closing the door behind her. You couldn’t stop staring at her and smelling her perfume, the same one she’s used since you saved up and brought a bottle when you were 10 for Mother’s Day one year.

“I know it’s a lot to take in darling… are you ok?” She asked taking your chin between her fingers making you stare into her eyes. “Yeah…” you croaked. She’s here… She’s home. “Come on beautiful, a tea should calm those nerves.” She whispered placing another kiss to your forehead and taking your hand pulling you towards her quarters. “Lissa… I’m going to need something far stronger than tea.” You said trailing behind her. “Wine or whiskey my dear?” She asked with a chuckle. “Whiskey.” You said knowingly due to the extremity of this situation. She led you to the small kitchenette and let go of your hand to open the overhead cabinet retrieving two tumblers and a crystal decanter full of high end alcohol.

She was silent while she poured the liquid into the glasses, you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and buried your head into her shoulder. Larissa let out a small ‘oof’ at the force of your hold giggling a little spinning around in your grasp. “Oh little one, it’s alright.” She cooed softly. She was right of course it was ok, she’s here, she’s home. You tug down on her waist like a child and drag her to the floor, your knees giving way the second you bent them. Larissa followed your lead and gracefully fell down with you, wrapping her own arms around your shoulders pressing you into her chest.

“Don’t you dare leave me again.” You mumbled. Larissa sighed and stroked your hair. “My darling girl… I never really left, I’m not going anywhere.” She hummed. “What happened? Where were you? How are you here? Lissa are you…you know…you?” You asked quickly sitting up a bit to examine her with a slight glare. “Yes honey I’m me…and…before you ask, you accidentally put red socks in with your uniform and it turned your pristine white blouses pink.” You smiled widely at her words, when you left school you made sure to plan a safety question in case you ever came across another shapeshifter with bad intentions. “But what happened to you?” You asked.

Larissa slouched against the base cupboard and raised her arms to pick up the glasses resting on the counter above her head, she gave one to you and looked as though she didn’t want to talk about it, but you didn’t care, you needed answers. She put the glass to her ruby lips and threw back the alcohol in one go. “Well… I was poisoned, I’m sure you know that by now, and I died… for a few minutes anyway.” She said unfazed staring blankly behind you. “Oh my god.” You breathed taking a sip of liquor. “Mmmm.” She agreed nodding.

“How are you here?” You asked less frantically. She sighed again “When I woke, I was on the floor of the observatory alone… it took me a while to get myself out of there, my legs were numb and I could hardly move, I almost fainted a few times but I managed to make it into my office and collect a few things, I was far to weak to help the students and once I knew that everything that happened was over and they were safe, I left town for a while and laid low in Burlington.” She said pouring another whisky for herself, topping up yours while she was at it.

“You must have been fucking terrified.” You say letting the events soak in. Larissa expectedly gave you a look before you both said the word ‘language’ in unison, it brought a smile to her face at how predictable you know she is. “But…you’re right, It was fucking terrifying, now I have to explain to hundreds of people that I’m still alive and completely fit to continue as headmistress.” She muttered downing the second glass yet again. You giggled a little at her explicit response and instant visible relief when she drank. “You are fit, you’re the only person who can manage this school, I’ll do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.” You said fully serious, because you were, there is no way anyone can handle what she does, many can’t even comprehend what she does, you know that she makes difficult and somewhat uncomfortable decisions for the sake of the school’s expense and reputation, you think everyone else would be to selfish to put nevermore before themselves, besides this was out of her hands she’s the victim after all, not the instigator.

Larissa only smiled in response as well as stroking from the top of your head to the side of your cheek giving her best toothy grin, yet you still see right through her, the damage that Mari- Laurel gates caused, you see it with Enid too, her poor scars from defending Wednesday, you never bring it up because you don’t think she wants a reminder that her skin is tainted with the memories of that horrific night. Just like that tears welled in your eyes again, you try blinking them away but they continue to fall stinging from the previous path they followed. “Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked placing her cup on the floor. “You were gone. You were taken from me. I-…you were dead and I had nothing!” you sobbed breathlessly breaking down In front of her.

Larissa’s own tears fell into her lap and the crease between her brows deepened. “I’m sorry, little one.” She whispered wholeheartedly tracing the shapes of your face gently. “I never meant to frighten you dear.” She smiled but it quickly faded when your body wreaked with more uncontrollable sobs. “You’re all I have, you are the only important person to me and you were gone, a piece of me was ripped away.” You squeak using your hands to help explain better. “I know.” She cried. “You’re not my aunt Larissa. You’re my mother….You. Are. My. Mum.” You punctuated to make sure your statement made some kind of impact.

Larissa smiled and nodded, she sniffed and wiped her eyes smudging mascara across her faint crows feet. “I never thought of you as my niece y/n, not my brother’s child, not ever a burden… you’ve always been my daughter, my special little girl.” She whispered cupping your cheeks and pressing her forehead to yours. It feels like everything is going to be ok, it feels like everything is as it was, but different in a way, it feels like everything is in its rightful place as it should be, because she’s here, she’s home.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What do you mean, honey?” She wondered. “Like, what’s the plan from here?” She looked puzzled and wasn’t sure herself. “Right now? I don’t care. All I want is to be with you my sweet, ok? That’s all that matters we can figure the rest of the mess out tomorrow.” She stated. The buzz from the alcohol started to warm up your body, absentmindedly you curl up into her lap wanting to be completely engulfed by her. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked quietly, it’s been years since you did, the last time you stayed in the same bed was when you had a series of nightmares for a month when you were still a student at nevermore, the other option is to go hunt for a vacant dormitory, that would definitely raise questions though.

“You don’t even need to ask that, little one.” She whispered into your hair. You moved back and stood up slowly offering a hand to Larissa, she placed her hands in yours and rose with a few pops of her joints and groans from sitting on the floor. It’s nearing 1:00am and it’s still hard to distinguish if this is really happening or if it’s my mind deluding me from pain. “I could use a shower…” she says softly, removing a piece of hair out of your eyes that had fallen from the thrown up bun. “No you deserve a bath, let me run it for you!” You said energetically, leaving her to go to the bathroom. “Ooo wait!- lavender, rose or bergamot?… for essential oils?” You ask excitedly happy to be able to do something for her again.

“What ever you please darling.” She giggled, her brows raise and a grin finds its way to her lips, Larissa knows that if you want to do something there’s no room for argument, to the point you will have an essay in your brain of all the pros and cons to list for her. The whole time you were in the bathroom Larissa downed 3 more glasses of whiskey before placing it back on the top shelf, She walked over to her bed that’s left unmade because it’s been occupied by you and ran her hands over the luxurious silk sheets, she all but twirled around the room happy to be home, alive and with her 23 year old not so baby girl.

Happy with your job, you exited the bathroom and Larissa was no where in site. Panic set in your bones. No, she’s here. The room felt like it was expanding and you were the only person in the world, searching for her in the closet, on her balcony and possibly on the other side of the bed on the floor she wasn’t there. “Are you ok my sweet?” Her voice rang from behind you and relief spread back through your body, you turned to face her, she was closing the door to her office baring a bottle of wine. “Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed. “Do what?” She questioned pacing slowly towards you. “Leave… especially without telling me.” You warned giving her a playful but sincere glare.

You turned off the lights in the bathroom and lit candles around the tub, bubbles filled all around the top of the bath and it smelled heavenly, the rose scent is what you opted with. “It’s done lissa!” You called out turning off the water. Larissa made her way into the bathroom and thanked you quietly, you stepped back out into the room and walked over to the kitchenette again to pull down two wine glasses and walk back to the bathroom door and knock. “You decent enough?” You asked. “Yes darling.” She said.

You opened the door and closed it behind yourself. Larissa was sitting in the water with bubbles shielding all of her body apart from her shoulders and collar bones. “Do mind if I sit with you for a while?” You asked, placing the glasses on the tile floor, sitting down on the mat and opening the bottle. “Of course you can.” She cooed. You were both silent for a while taking turns sipping the slightly bitter velvet liquid. Larissa had her head resting on the porcelain rim and the wine glass dangling from her fingertips, she’s free from make up now and her hair is taken out spilling over the tub’s edge. “Your hair’s longer.” You said rolling the glass into your chest to lean forward and run your fingers through her platinum tresses. “So is yours dear.” She replied lulling her head to the side facing your amber licked skin from candle light.

“It’s been two years…” you remarked sadly feeling guilty for the length of time you hadn’t seen her physically. “Far too long.” She mumbled. “Well it’s not going to happen again I can assure that.” You stated sternly. “Don’t dwell on it y/n, we’re here now.” She replied. Silence fell over the two of you again and you busied yourself by fiddling your hands picking lint of Larissa’s clothes and tossing them back into the washing hamper. “Can I ask why you didn’t contact me?” You whispered looking at her waiting for an answer.

Larissa licked her lips and thought of a response. “I didn’t think you knew what happened, i didn’t believe that anyone would have known to get in contact with you, so I planned on telling you about this whole situation when I somehow found a way to reveal myself back to school society, but clearly that didn’t work. I came back tonight to see if I could get back into my office without being seen, that’s when I heard you talking with Melanie, your voice… I knew, I couldn’t run from you and leave you alone with no explanation.” You nodded along with her words and understood what she meant.

“Why did you run?” You asked. She sat up a bit, placed her glass on the floor and swallowed thickly. “I had to mourn my own “death” and take a little bit of time to rest, recover, process it, come to terms with the fact that things are going to be different. Imagine what the sheriffs going to say when I magically waltz my way back into society… I had you to protect as well. I couldn’t be reckless to get you involved in such appalling circumstances.” She said dipping her finger in water collecting bubbles and tapping the tip of your nose in a humorous, lighthearted manner. You couldn’t help the small giggle that erupted from your throat as you wiped the bubbles away feigning disgust.

You rested you head on the edge of the bath and let down your wavy blond hair finding comfort in having her so close. Larissa stroked your hair behind your ears and hummed in delight. “I remember when you loved me playing with your hair… when you were very small, I’d sit you on my lap and put in these hair ties in that had these iridescent plastic balls on them, you had a blue one and purple one, and they hardly stayed in your hair but you insisted to have them in… you had little white ringlets on either side of your head because you would throw a fit if I didn’t do it like that.” She reminisced playing with soft hair around your neck.

“I remember that, I see you still have the hair clips too, I also remember when your hair was short, reaching to you jaw and how I would mess it up all the time…but you would just shift it to look tidy again and that infuriated me.” You laughed. Larissa giggled and looked at you like you hung the stars. After a while and when the water turned lukewarm you left her alone and went and snuggled into bed. For the rest of the night you lay on her chest hearing her heart beating and listening to her soft humming. The last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep were the words I love you.

The next morning you made her breakfast in bed and started to work out a plan for ‘her return’ Larissa was a bundle of nervous energy, she stumbled over her words and spaced out a few times during the conversation but ultimately the plan was going to be set in motion. The day just consisted of the two of you lounging around her rooms and talking and talking and more talking, it’s always been like that, you can go a while without speaking and pick up like you saw each other just the day prior. Luckily nobody caught on to anything, Enid burst into her office at one point to show you her new blog post about one of the couples in nevermore. You kindly reprimanded her for not knocking but was able to usher her back out before Larissa walked out unaware of her presence.

The day has finally come for Larissa to make her entrance and the both of you felt nervous to say the least, poor thing could hardly move. “Will you let me do your make up lissa?” You asked hopefully. Larissa stared at you blankly before eventually nodding. She was still in her emerald green night slip bare of any added detail, her lashes a brilliant blond, skin pale and shoulders freckled. You envy her natural beauty, although you are both similar in appearance you can’t beat the original. You situated her on the floor near the vanity while you took the stool, her legs crossed, hands politely intertwined in her lap and posture perfectly straight, apart from her rigid shoulders.

She sat still for 45 minutes not moving a muscle, you took your time perfectly applying each layer of make up from coating every lash in a deep blue mascara, to laying on the best eyeliner you’ve ever done, to lining and painting her lips with your shade of lipstick, which is only a few shades of red darker then her own. You smiled down at your work and started the process of her hair, she turned her back towards you and lulled it to the side letting you do a large braid from her temple almost down to the nape of her neck, her side part was meticulously crafted and pulled back into a low pony tail with the braid wrapping around it, you opted for this hairstyle because you remembered seeing it in a photograph from when she was a teen, it was still beautiful and suited her very well, something different, but also full circle in a way.

Next was her outfit, that was a tough one. “Really… I can just throw something together darling.” She said in the door way of the closet. “No I’m picking.” You pouted up at her sternly. She laughed and joined you in the room, after painstakingly picking each article of clothing you chose a suit, something she doesn’t wear often if at all, something different which makes a statement, it’s a plum colour with very small, thin, green and gold stripes a vintage channel line from the 60’s. And the most important part, matching plumb coloured heels.

You left her alone to get dressed and once she stepped out your breath was stolen from you lungs at how gorgeous she looked, close to 50 years old and yet still remarkably beautiful and very glamorous, the only thing she lacked now was confidence. “You looked incredible!” You said enthusiastically. “I actually feel beautiful… it’s been a while since I’ve worn this.” She said softly. “Are you ready?” You asked hoping for a yes. “I think so my darling…” she replied. “One more thing...” you quickly walked back into her closet to pull down her box containing all of her personal trinkets and walked back out.

Larissa stood curiously watching as you flit about the room before b-lining back to her with something in your hands. You reached for her arm and put your old hair tie with those plastic beads on around her wrist then put her sleeve over the top of it and opened her blazer putting your old pink polkadot hair clip over the waist band of her trousers. “I know it’s silly… but because I’m not physically going to be there, doesn’t mean I’m not going to be with you.” You said buttoning her blazer back up and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Larissa wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tightly into her embrace. “I love you.” She whispered. “I love you more mum.” You could hear her heart beat quicken at the word. “Now, go… call me if you need anything.” Larissa smirked as she pulled away. “Yes little boss…” she chuckled. “you’re so grown up precious girl, I can’t believe the wonderful woman you’ve grown up to be.” She pulled back and just like that she straightened her posture and a spark of confidence was alight yet again. She walked out the door and blew you a kiss leaving with an ‘I’ll be back soon’ wink.

You might be proud of her, you might love her so much, but Larissa will infinitely be more proud of you and far more envious of her little gift, her beautiful niece, her stubborn yet perfect miracle and her darling bestowed daughter. It’s going to get a whole lot better, because she’s here and she’s home.

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Theo ღ Be Mine [M]

ღ P1Harmony Theo x fem!reader ღ feat.: Keeho ღ words: ~5.8k ღ genre: smut (dom!Theo, some nipple play, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, drunk sex, jealous Theo is a little possessive), college AU, enemies to lovers vibes ღ warnings: alcohol consumption, (reader is smaller than him)

Desc.: You’ve had secret feelings for Choi Taeyang for a while now, and you’re anything but happy about them. So now that your childhood friend Keeho has invited the both of you to his party, you’re forced to decide if you want to keep avoiding him, or if you want to finally take your chance and make him yours.

It was the exact moment that your eyes met his the second you entered through the door of your friend Keeho’s house, that you decided to get absolutely shitfaced tonight - with he not referring to the guy you’ve known since childhood, but one of his friends whose personality you just can’t put your finger on. All you know is he makes you nervous, but not in the bad way. More in a way where your heart starts beating harder and you feel your temperature rising if you stand too close to him. You very much have a horrible crush on this guy, but instead of conveying that to him, you shoot him a glare and then walk the other way.

“What’s with the mood?” Keeho immediately catches up to you and starts up a conversation. “I thought we’re here to celebrate today?”

“Just give me alcohol,” you huff, and you two approach something like an improvised bar set up in the living room of his house. His family is gone for the weekend, so that’s why he decided he needed to use the opportunity to throw a big party to celebrate. What you’re celebrating? Nobody really knows, but there’s alcohol and that’s reason enough for the average college student to show up. Thus, his house is already pretty crowded - another thing you’re not a big fan of. However, with some liquor in your system you should be fine, and then, if you manage to avoid him, you might even be able to have some fun tonight.

Keeho pours you a cup of the fruit punch that he got who knows where. Maybe he even made it himself, in which case you probably shouldn’t even consider drinking it with the way he almost gave you alcohol poisoning with another experimental drink of his a while back.

“Turn that frown upside down!” he tells you with a singsong tone in his voice as he hands you the red plastic cup, and you shoot him an angry glare.

“Shut up…” you bark back, but he doesn’t seem to take it personally. Instead he just grins at how you down the cup in one go, and without the need for words, he grants you a refill right away.

“Someone’s looking for a way to escape reality today, aren’t you?” he remarks. As you feel the mixture of sugar and alcohol entering your blood flow almost right away and making your body feel a little lighter, you finally relax a little.

“Did you have to invite him?” you answer with a question.

“Him?” Keeho questions, and in no time he seems to figure out who you’re talking about. “Oh, you mean Taeyang?” A disgruntled noise from your side tells him he’s right with his assumption. “He’s a good friend of mine. How could I not invite him?”

“I don’t like him?” Silence follows, and Keeho raises his eyebrows as he gives you a judging look.

“You do though…?” he eventually answers. “I think you just don’t like the fact that you like him.” You feel yourself agreeing with him, and before that feeling can turn into coherent thoughts, you say,

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Let’s go do something fun.”

“I can introdu-”

“No need.” You cut him off sharply, then you start walking towards the garden. Keeho follows suit, and he puts his arm loosely around your shoulders.

“What if I tell you he’s taken an interest in you too?” he suddenly says just when you’ve reached the door leading from the living room to the veranda. You feel your heart stop for a second upon hearing those words, but you do your best not to let your friend notice.

“You sure I shouldn’t bring him to say hi to you?” Keeho follows up with a question and you spin on your heels to face him, your dress fluttering in the warm summer air. You’re usually not the type to wear dresses unless it’s for a formal occasion, but somehow Keeho kept insisting on how good you would look in this one and how much he’d love to see you wear a dress casually just once, so eventually you gave in. Not because he convinced you 100%, it’s mostly because he wouldn’t stop bugging you about it and you really needed him to shut up for once.

“Very sure,” you retort. “Now, I’m getting tipsy so that means I’m in the mood to dance.” You hold your hand out to him, waiting for him to take it.

“There isn’t even proper music playing,” he argues.

“Well, you’re the host, so do something about it!”

“Alright. I’ll be right back,” Keeho says, and with a grin and an excited spark in his eyes, he rushes back inside to turn on some proper music to party to, while you tend to the cup in your hand and empty this one in no time too. You won’t be able to keep holding it while you’re dancing anyway, so you might as well finish it and get a new one once you want another drink. Throwing it into the trash bin out in the garden that Keeho must’ve prepared beforehand, you hear a familiar tune resound from the speakers both inside the house and outside on the terrace. It’s a song you’ve liked ever since you first discovered it, and when you see your childhood friend coming out of the house and returning straight to you, you shoot him a proud look.

“You know what I like,” you remark with a grin on your lips, to which he shoots you a similar expression as he takes you by the hands.

“I can’t have you being unhappy at my party,” he says, and you appreciate the thought. Then you start dancing, along with some other people around you. For a while neither of you says anything, and you just enjoy the way the music, the alcohol, and your and Keeho’s synchronized movements are gradually making you feel more at peace with the situation you’re in. However, at some point any kind of happiness needs to end, and so does this one when your beloved but sometimes slightly annoying childhood friend opens his mouth.

“So… what is it about Taeyang that you like so much?”

“Ugh…” you reply with a groan and avoid eye contact with your friend.

“Or… maybe it’s easier if I ask what you dislike so much about this?” Keeho keeps going ruthlessly. “I mean, he might seem like an angry kitten at first, but really he’s a nice and reliable guy once you’ve gotten to know him a little.” Something about the way he worded that first part bothers you, but you decide not to give it too much thought.

“Can we just not talk about him?” you retort instead, and though you notice the way Keeho sighs at you, you don’t react to it. There is one thing that Keeho doesn’t know. There is no need for him to introduce you two, because technically you already know each other - if having one conversation can be called knowing someone, but you suppose Taeyang at least became an acquaintance through that. The topic you talked about was something mundane, you remember it was after one of your shared lectures, but you don’t remember any details of what was said. Details that you do remember however were the way he swiped his hair back mid sentence, the way the look in his eyes was so intense that it made you feel the urge to start a staring battle with him right on the spot simply because you wanted to prove to yourself that you could withstand it, or the feeling you were left with once he walked out of the lecture hall. You’d never felt yourself this attracted to a stranger - or anyone for that matter - and still you can’t even grasp the full reason why. Sure, he isn’t ugly, and he’s on the tall side too, but that applies to many guys. There must be something else that keeps drawing your full attention to him like a spell put on you whenever you happen to spot him somewhere at uni or your paths cross out in the hallways on the way from one class to the other. And the way you just can’t figure out what that something is makes you hate these feelings that you have for him and that only seem to be growing stronger with each passing day - or maybe it’s the fact that you have no idea how to approach him and make him yours. But you would never admit any of that out loud.

“Oh, you know what?” Keeho’s exclaim tears you out of your thoughts and brings you back to reality. “We should get some games from the basement for later. Drunk Twister sounds like a good idea.”

“It sounds like a horrible idea to me so I won’t take part, but I can help you carry some games upstairs?” you suggest, and Keeho nods. You’re a little sad when you let yourselves fall out of the rhythm to walk back inside, where you check your surroundings first of all. Taeyang seems nowhere in sight, so you relax a little and you let out a small sigh. You follow Keeho across the house and to the basement, when suddenly, halfway down the stairs, he abruptly comes to a halt right in front of you so you almost crash face first into his back.

“Oh, I forgot something,” he shouts, and then turns around one step below you. “I was gonna bring something with me to the basement, mind if I go get it real quick?” You step aside as if to signal him that it’s alright with you, and he hurries back up the stairs past you. You sigh as you watch him disappear into the hallway, and somehow you must realize you’re not as annoyed with him as you usually are when he pulls things like this.

“Is it the alcohol?” you question. “I should drink more often in that case.” You let out a dry laugh and lean against the cool wall of the staircase, directing your gaze at your shoes while you wait. You picked out sneakers to go with the dress, because if you’re already forced to wear something you’re not used to wearing normally, you at least want your feet to be comfortable. Plus, these simple black and white chucks suit any kind of clothing - or at least that’s what you think. A smile crosses your lips - whether it’s because you’re suddenly proud that you didn’t let your best friend annoy you into wearing 100% what he wants, or if it’s just the bliss of being slightly drunk so you don’t care. And then you notice someone approaching the stairs in the corner of your eye, and when you raise your chin to yell at Keeho for taking so long, the words suddenly get stuck in your throat.

“Oh.” That is all he says upon recognizing you. And recognize you he did within a second, you’re sure of that from the way his expression quickly changes from surprise to something like a closed door, as if he had something to hide. Choi Taeyang… his name pops up in your mind, but that’s about the only thought your brain can produce at that moment. His gaze drops from your face to the stairs as he starts to descend them, and when he’s about two steps away from you, he raises the plastic box in his hand. You notice it contains several other smaller boxes on closer look and you wonder just why it was so important for Keeho to bring them to the basement today and not any other time.

“Keeho asked me to take these with me and to help you carry some games to the living room,” Taeyang explains, mostly looking at the ground in front of him. However, when your gazes meet for a second, you can feel goose bumps forming on your arms and legs, and at the same time that familiar heat arises in your stomach again. You curse Keeho in your mind as it dawns on you that he most likely sent Taeyang here to set you two up, then you turn your back to the guy next to you and you walk all the way downstairs, closely followed by him.

“Give me those,” you say, gesturing to the boxes usually used to store leftovers, and when Taeyang hands them to you, your fingers touch for a split second. You try to ignore the electric spark this causes you to feel just where your skin came in contact with his, and instead you put the boxes to their rightful place. Then you immediately move on to the next shelf to look for some fun games - you have no time to lose if you want to get out of here as fast as possible.

“You sure know this place well,” Taeyang remarks. “Do you come around here often?”

“Well, me and Keeho have known each other for an eternity so… pretty much,” you answer.

“Oh, so you are the childhood friend he keeps talking about!” the guy next to you exclaims.

“Yeah,” you respond while taking a few games out of the shelf and quickly handing them to Taeyang. You must admit you appreciate the small talk, especially while having a perfectly valid excuse to avoid having to make eye contact with Taeyang. Still, you’re starting to curse Keeho even more upon learning that he seems to have already told Taeyang quite a lot about you.

“Isn’t this enough?” he questions as you turn back to the shelf and search all the various boxes with your eyes.

“He said to bring Twister too,” you explain, just before the colorful box comes into sight. “Found it!”

“Twister?” Taeyang repeats. “Not a fan of it.”

“Me neither,” you agree, and then you get on tiptoes, trying to reach the box on the top shelf, but failing horribly. Next to you, you can hear Taeyang chuckling softly at the sight, and when you’re about to yell at him for it, he puts the games you already handed him aside and approaches you. Trapping you between the shelf and his body, he reaches the box with ease and recovers it for you.

“There you go,” he says while handing it to you, and you’re not sure if he’s making fun of your height or if he’s being sincere, but from the way a somewhat shy smile has formed on his lips you guess it’s probably the latter. And it makes your heart flutter in a way you’ve never felt before.

“Thanks,” you say, your voice monotonous, and you mentally give yourself a pat on the shoulder for not giving away your current inner turmoil of emotions.

“Your dress…” Taeyang starts speaking again, without taking his eyes off you. “I think it looks good on you.”

“O-oh… thank you,” you answer, this time without being able to avoid stumbling over your words. “Keeho helped me pick it out.”

“I see…” You’re not sure if your eyes are tricking you when you see his pupils growing darker by one shade before he turns away, and it’s not like you have any way of confirming it. So you try to push that hunch away, but with how you find yourself trembling ever so slightly, there is no way you can deny the overload of feelings he sparks within you.

“Let’s go back up,” he says, and you’re thankful for your release from this prison of a situation finally coming into sight.

“Yeah,” you answer. Without exchanging another word, you both return to the first floor, and you put the boxes into the living room, just like Keeho asked. Speaking of him, you leave Taeyang within a second to go look for your friend, and you eventually find him outside, chatting with some guys you’ve never really talked to. Still, you approach him, and once you wrap your hand around his arm with a strong grip, he winces in surprise and calls out your name.

“Whoa!” he exclaims as soon as he discovers your angry expression. “What did I do???”

“You know exactly what you did.”

“Ohhh… about Taeyang? Sorry, I got caught up here, so I asked him to help you instead, haha!” By the tone of his voice alone you can tell that was nothing but a white lie, but you can’t exactly scold him for trying to set you up in front of some people you don’t even know, so you just glare at him some more and then decide to leave for now.

“Hmpf…” You turn on your heels and walk right over to the bar. Even when Keeho tries to stop you by calling out to you, you don’t pay him another look.

You’re not sure how much time you spend by yourself just taste-testing yourself through all kinds of bottles you find in Keeho’s kitchen, you just know that once he calls everyone to gather in the living room for playing some games the sun has fully set and you are significantly more drunk than you were before. Still, you refuse to partake in any of the games and instead join the people who decided to just watch. Taeyang as well seems to have made that same decision, as you find him leaning against a wall across the room with a cup in his hand, sparing the people playing a look or two every once in a while. But mostly his eyes are glued to you, and at this point he too seems drunk enough not to make a secret out of how much he really likes the sight of you in that dress. You would’ve usually gotten uncomfortable if someone kept staring you down this obviously, but somehow in this one case you like the way he’s fallen for your looks. It makes you feel a little more powerful in your situation, and also like maybe you do have a chance with him after all. But again, this is nothing you would ever admit out loud.

At some point he disappears behind the people standing next to him, heading off to god knows where. It is that moment in which your eyes lose sight of him, that you feel like something’s been torn away from you - something much more significant than just the sight of a handsome guy. Still, you shake your head in an attempt to rid yourself of such emotions, and in your mind you can hear drunk you and sober you fighting over whether you should give in to your feelings or not. And then, without having reached a conclusion, you suddenly hear him calling out your name, his voice resounding close to your ear. You whirl around in surprise, and at the same time you can feel a tingly sensation rushing through your whole body. The way your name sounds spoken in his voice keeps ringing in your ears, while you try to talk to him like you would normally talk to your friends.

“You surprised me…”

“Sorry,” he grins at you. You find a playful spark in his eyes, as if he startled you on purpose, and when he lifts his right hand to show you the item he’s holding in it, you tear your gaze away from those dark brown pupils.

“Alcohol?” you question once you realize he’s holding a fancy looking bottle.

“Sparkling wine or something… I found it in Keeho’s kitchen,” Taeyang explains and he shoots the host a look. “We’re allowed to take this, right?” You’re not sure if the answer to that is yes or no, but what you do know is that your childhood friend wouldn’t be mad if you were the one who took it. Considering if you should just take the blame in Taeyang’s stead, you respond,

“Sure…?”

“Let’s go upstairs with this, then,” Taeyang suggests. “I know something more fun to do than watching some drunk people play twister.” Assuming he wants to get even more drunk with you, you hesitate. The thought of just the two of you being in a room together alone makes you shiver - and not only in anticipation. However, while you’re still trying to figure out what to say to him, Taeyang already wraps his free hand around your wrist and pulls you along with him, out of the noisy living room.

“It gives you a headache, doesn’t it?” he remarks as he’s leading you towards the staircase.

“Yeah, the noise is terrible,” you say. You can’t make out his expression after that, as he’s walking a bit in front of you, but with how he doesn’t respond anymore, you feel like maybe the noise was not what he meant.

“Here we are,” he says eventually, opening one of the doors on the second floor.

“That’s Keeho’s room,” you explain.

“So?” Taeyang answers. “What better place to enjoy a secret drink than the host’s room?” You can only let out a short laugh, before you follow him inside and you sit down at the foot of Keeho’s bed. The guy who dragged you here closes the door and then walks over to you, about to open the bottle in his hands.

“Wait - what if it overflows?” you warn him, and Taeyang stares at you for a long moment, probably considering the possible consequences of that. Then he returns his attention to the bottle, and opens it anyway. You’re about to scold him, but when the only thing coming out of it after removing the cap is some smoke, the tension leaves your body. You would’ve usually yelled at him for this anyway, but drunk you doesn’t see the point of wasting your energy on that when nothing bad happened in the end.

“Oh, but… we forgot the cups,” Taeyang remarks, and you shrug before taking the bottle away from him.

“Whatever,” you mumble and you take a sip of the wine. It has a slightly sweet flavour, suiting your taste perfectly, and you enjoy the feeling of the fizzy liquid filling your mouth and the sparkles dancing on your tongue. “This is good,” you eventually say, giving the bottle a fond look before Taeyang takes it back. You’re about to complain when he brings the opening to his mouth, his lips touching the glass just where yours were mere moments ago, but your attention is drawn to his throat as he takes a sip and you can see his adam’s apple move as he swallows the alcoholic liquid.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you question.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? What does it look like I’m doing?” Taeyang answers and shoots you a questioning look.

“I mean-… both of us drinking from the same bottle?”

“Oh, you want the wine all to yourself?” he assumes and takes another sip of it. However, before you can deny his guess, he’s already lowering himself and you feel his lips being pressed against yours. He puts his hand behind your neck and as he parts your lips with his tongue, he tilts your head back a bit, so he can pass on the alcohol from his mouth to yours. You swallow it without thinking, and then you meet his tongue with yours, kissing him back while the aftertaste of the wine still lingers. Only when you part do you realize what just happened, and you turn away from him somewhat awkwardly. Taeyang doesn’t say anything. He merely straightens his back and then takes a few steps away from you, while drinking some more of the wine. Unsure how to react now, you merely bite your lower lip and let your gaze drop to the bedsheets underneath you. You remember once again how he called out your name, and mixed with the lingering feelings that the kiss left you with, it’s getting harder and harder for you to deny your attraction towards him.

“You know,” Taeyang eventually breaks the silence. “The way you’re always glued to Keeho… it pisses me off.”

“Huh?” you turn your head to find him still standing a few steps away from you, but the gaze he meets your eyes with makes your skin crawl.

“That guy is all over you all the time, it’s like he’s not leaving anyone else any space to even talk to you,” he explains, but the question mark above your head just grows.

“He’s a friend,” you argue. Taeyang comes closer to you, leaving the bottle on Keeho’s nightstand.

“I know,” he says, frustration reflecting in his voice. “I still don’t like it.”

“Are you… jealous of him?” you dare to ask, and you almost regret it when Taeyang throws you a sharp look in response.

“What if I am? Would you not be jealous if I always had another girl around me at all times?” His question hits something inside of you, something you didn’t know existed - or maybe it’s something of which you denied that it existed. You stand up abruptly and you open your mouth to say something back, but instead, Taeyang is faster again. He lets his gaze wander your body and his eyes narrow as he takes in the red color of the dress you’re wearing.

“And the fact that he was the one who told you to wear this dress… makes me want to rip it off.” You think your ears are tricking you for a second, until he makes eye contact with you, and the expression on his face tells you that there’s no way you misheard him.

“Th-this shit was expensive!” you yell at him, as if you had completely missed the point of his words. He steps closer to you, and he extends his hands slowly, until they’re resting on your shoulders, his fingers barely grazing your skin and the fabric of the dress. He leans in so his mouth is right next to your ear.

“I’ll take it off carefully then…” he mutters barely audible, and you feel a shiver running down your spine. You’re unable to think of an answer to give him, so you decide to let your body do the talking, and when you lift your arms to rest your hands against his chest, you notice the exact moment he sucks in a deep breath and then holds it. You feel his gaze resting on you, and his eyes taking in the sight of you once more, before he lets one of his hands wander to your back in order to open the zip on your dress, all while never taking his gaze off of you. You know you’re in a position where he will notice every oh so tiny change of body language or expression from you - but for once, you’re more than okay with that. You’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or because it’s something that he did to make you suddenly feel much more comfortable around him, but you cannot think straight for long enough to come to a conclusion anyway, as he tilts your head upwards with his other hand and kisses you again. You fall into the rhythm of him moving his soft lips against yours immediately while all your thoughts disappear, and the way he hungrily slips his tongue past your lips again sends another shiver throughout your whole body. Feeling you reacting this strongly to him, his kiss only becomes more eager, and you’re starting to think that you weren’t the only one here who’s been harbouring secret feelings for the other for quite some time.

When you part, he slides the dress off you - carefully, just like he promised - and when you now stand in front of him in only your underwear, he scans you from top to bottom again, and his lips slightly part at the sight. You feel a bit embarrassed by the way his stare won’t leave your exposed skin, so eventually you cup his face with your palms and pull him towards you, so you can kiss him again, forcing him to tear his gaze away from your body for at least a little while. Once he breaks the kiss, he pushes you backwards onto the bed, crawling on top of you. Your hands automatically find his arms to hold onto once he’s hovering above you, and you pull him closer to connect your lips once again. You keep kissing like this, tugging and tearing at clothes until eventually they’re scattered all over the floor, and only when you’re sitting in front of him, both of you completely naked, do you stop him in the middle of making out with you.

“Are you sure we can do this here?” you ask, breathless. You can barely finish your sentence, before Taeyang presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Why not?” he breathes.

“It’s Keeho’s bed after all…” you argue, and the guy in front of you cups your face with his hands, before letting his fingertips dance their way down your body, eventually resting them on your hips. You let out a shaky breath upon feeling his warm touch, and you shoot him another look, as if to remind him of your question.

“So what,” he simply states, before kissing you again, more intensely this time. Your hand finds its way up into his hair, and you pull him closer to keep him from breaking the kiss too soon. Still, once you’re forced to part for some air, you whisper,

“We can’t do this on his bed…”

“Do what?” Taeyang pries and you can’t believe he’s making you spell it out.

“Have sex,” you eventually say, and a satisfied glint shows in his pupils. Then, he uses his body weight to push your back into the sheets, and his lips find their way to your neck to trail kisses down to your collarbone. His hands reach yours, interlocking fingers, while his mouth wanders further south, kissing and nibbling on the skin on your breasts, and when you feel his hot tongue as a contrast to the chilly air around you on your nipple, a moan escapes you.

“You’re much more beautiful like this anyway,” he mutters, and adds under his breath, “You don’t need that stupid dress.” You moan again, finding yourself agreeing with him - that his attention is much better than Keeho’s approval for wearing a dress he likes on you. And so you squeeze his hands in yours, wiggling closer to the touch of his lips, and eventually Taeyang comes back up to share another passionate kiss with you, while one of his hands lets go of yours and he slips it between your legs. Another moan escapes your lips when you feel him dragging a finger up and down between your folds. He watches every single one of your reactions closely, but the way his intense stare won’t leave your face makes you feel the need to turn away from him, even if just for a second, and you find yourself conflicted about whether you want to show him the effect his touch has on you, or if you’d rather hide it. However, when he slips his finger inside you for a moment and another moan falls from your lips, you must realize that even if you want to, you won’t be able to hide anything from him.

Your heavy breaths are getting quicker, and your torso rises and sinks, while Taeyang scatters kisses all over your chest. His fingers are pumping in and out of you at a steady pace now, and too soon his movements halt and he removes his hand from your core. A sense of deprivation overcomes you and you whine, but once you look down on his toned body, you can see the reason for his actions.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as he lets his eyes wander your figure once again, and he positions himself between your legs, before pushing into you. Fingers interlocking once again, he makes eye contact with you to check if you’re feeling comfortable, and when he can find nothing but lust and pleasure reflecting in your pupils, he starts rolling his hips into yours.

Maybe he’s a little too eager about it again, but at the same time you wouldn’t want him to stop for anything in the world. He connects his lips to the skin on your throat again, except that this time, you can feel his teeth grazing your skin in between kisses as well. Your fingers clench around his hands more and more with each time he slips almost all the way out of you, only to reach just a little deeper with every time he slams his hips back against yours, and you’re sure that by now, there must be several marks of your nails on the backs of his hands. And at the same time you can hear his groans right next to your ear, causing you to leave yet a few more of those marks.

“Y/N,” his strained voice calls out to you, and you feel another rush of adrenaline overcoming your whole body from that alone. “Be mine.” The words hit you right where you would usually feel your emotions bubbling up whenever you even so much as look at Taeyang, except that this time you neither have the ability nor the will to hide it. And so, you can’t answer with anything but a moan, and his name falls from your lips multiple times as you feel your high approach. Only a few more thrusts of his, and you’re coming undone underneath him, with your mind filled with nothing but him, and the blissful feeling of cumming around his hard cock. With another groan, he too cums inside you, and you can feel him filling you up, before he collapses on top of you.

You stay like this for a while, waiting for both your minds to clear up from the emotions that came with your orgasms, and after a while of feeling his weight on your body, you realize that the effect of the alcohol has started to fade as well. Your mind begins to replay everything that just happened, and eventually you mutter, while still staring at the ceiling,

“I’ll be yours.” Taeyang props himself up on his elbows upon hearing your words, and he takes a long look at your face while he’s hovering above you. Then, as if he had finally processed the meaning behind your words, his expression softens and he leans in to press his lips gently against yours.

“Good,” he whispers, merely an inch above you, so you can feel his breath on your skin. “I’ll be yours too.”

#p1harmony smut #p1harmony oneshot #p1harmony x reader #theo x reader #theo smut #p1h smut #p1harmony imagines #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony drabbles #kpop smut #smut

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sunny-mercya · 5 months ago

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Rough Day

Steve McGarrett x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hawaii Five-0

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A sinking feeling, which had settled into the deep pit of Steve's stomach—making it rumbling and twirling in an uncomfortable feeling, almost like vomit (and maybe it is it)—had settled free a greedy needing—none temptation with the sickly sweet mind alluring whispers—just desperate urgency, to drink as much Whiskey and Rum—and perhaps any other hard liquor in a big mixing—tonight, till Steve blacks out into an alcoholic poisoned coma.

Stepping into his house, Steve kicked his shoes off—not caring to put them onto the rack, how's he supposed to do and should—venturing into the kitchen, discarding his gun and badge—tossing them with carelessly onto the counter, creating a echoing thud—Steve racked through the cupboard for his special glas.

Sighing out a heavy breath, Steve goes into the living room—Television still on, meaning his husband still awake and Steve dreaded it to face you—crouching down to the small cabinet, clicking off the child-lock and taking out the best looking bottle.

Steve poured himself some Whiskey before stopping halfway and deciding to drink straight from the bottle instead.

Sitting here on the carpet floor, staring at the television—some drama and romance series being shown—and Steve thinks, while taking two more gulps of the heavy throat burning vanilla coated liquor, just how rough his job could be sometimes and just how cruel this world in reality is.

Sometimes Steve also wonders if he should even continue with what he does—the job he loves to do for living, to bring justice and arresting criminals—having thought about to maybe go into another field career of job, something more less dangerous and harmful—in both, psychical and mental ways—like being a teacher at the police academy or some office job perhaps.

But those fleeting thoughts of another career—to have a more peaceful life and not putting his family in any sort of endangerment—are always pushed back into the depths of mind, never starting to occur back again in his daily routine—till today.

Steve didn't know himself how deep he was in the clusters of his racing mind—like a hurricane through a highway—and how many bottles of Whiskey and Rum he drank—while watching without any focus those shows on the television—but when he heard your voice, glancing at your direction, Steve thought you're nothing but a hallucinations and came to the conclusion he did drank more than just above average amounts.

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Coming down into the living room—after comforting your youngest son from a nightmare and then hopping quickly into the shower—you were surprised to see Steve sitting there, because he normally greets you when he comes home.

What also surprises you—and causes a spark of worry—were the empty bottles of Whiskey and Rum next to him and Steves unfocused gaze.

Of course Steve does drinks sometimes—one to three glasses—be it either of celebrations—because they solved a case or took down a high ranking criminal successfully—or when one of his days did get a bit rough, but never in such a excessive amount.

Taking the empty bottles and the half-full one from Steve hands—he does protest about it, grunting in a whine—you walked into the kitchen, throwing them into the trash—giving a short glance at the open laying gun, before resuming back to Steve.

Sitting down next to your husband, patting his knee for attention—Steve doesn't respond tho, gaze still drawn to the television or the space next to it.

»You okay Steve?« you asked and when Steve turned his head to you—eyes brimming, the minimal lights made it look like a glistening, with tears—whispering a „No.“ you knew something must've happened at work to make Steve greedily chucking down liquor.

Putting an arm around Steve, you pulled him into a hug—caressing your fingers through his short hair, humming a bit to yourself and moving his head so it's laying against your chest.

»You wanna talk about it?«

»Today was such a shit show. Fucking protected a Teenager, but turned out that asshole was a murder.« Steve voice shook with up flaring anger, clutching onto you—balling his hands into fists.

Steve still felt the heaviness of burning vanilla on his tongue, mouth a bit drying out by now—licking over his lips, inhaling your fresh shower scent—it's a mix between his own soap and yours—fumbling with his mind, before he starts to retell about his day.

»And then when I looked through all these photos of the children, which had went missing and being killed off, by the that monster I even protected at first and I just....just—« Steve stopped, his voice shaking with every breath he takes—inhaling deeply and slowly, wanting to slow down his marathon beating like heart. To no avail.

The first sobs racked through Steve body and you pulled him closer to you—kissing his forehead, telling him—in whispers, softly—that it is okay to let it all out and not to feel fine.

»It's okay, Steve, it's all okay. I'm here, I'm here love.«

Seeing Steve—your ever so strong husband and who's a reservist Navy Seal's Commanding Commander—breaking down, like crystal glass, shots a stinging throbbing through your heart as Steve is a man who had never cried.

It's your turn now, to giving him the most attentional care and support you could give him, being there for him—just like he had done the many times before to you.

»....And I just...just got flashes of our own children.....and it just hit me, so damn hard, that they could be become victims too.« Steve voice faded out, sobbing even more—body racking with shudders and Steve curls up onto your lap like a newborn child afraid of the unknown world.

You might couldn't relate to these experiences and situations Steve has to go through everyday as your aren't a Cop or anything else in that category of job—although Steve likes to say, more than often and still wondering if he meant it teasingly, that you were born and trained to kill—but you could understand his fears and the anxiety Steve currently feels.

You always fear for your children, parents always does—but you told yourself as long as Steve is out there, doing his job, they will be a little safer than before—but Steve himself was constantly confronted with such scenes of what's to be feared, pressures and pushed back anxieties bouldering upon his shoulder—so Steve breaking down, crumbling into a mess, was bound to happen at some point.

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It was around early morning, sun started to rise up every so slowly, when could convince Steve to move into the bedroom—a beds much more comfortable than the carpet floor.

Laying in bed—you had tucked Steve into blankets, before going under them yourself—you had taken Steve once again into your arms, holding close—not wanting him to feel as if he's alone with his problems.

Steve had cried himself into sleep, exhaustion from yesterday sweeping within—face red and blotchy with tears.

Maybe you could convince Steve to stay in today, having a day of rest—minds off from the work and body relaxing from the tensions—Steve deserved one, needed it.

Grabbing your phone, you searched for Danny's number—sending him a quick SMS, knowing Danny wouldn't mind and even agreeing to your request.

And when Steve woke up—with tiredness still weighing in his limbs and eyes heavy with sleep—he wonders why you haven't woken him up yet, considering that is after lunch now.

Getting out of bed, he sees your sleeping form next to his now empty space and his youngest children all cramped next to you—apparently a stay inn day, Steve muses.

Steve lets you sleep, walking out of the room and down into the kitchen—noticing his older kids being at home too and lounging around in the living room.

»Hey, why you all home and not in school? Also, why didn't someone wake me?«

»Pa said to let you sleep, saying you need some day off and we're having two days of family time«

Steve only hummed, making his way back up stairs—the minimal throbbing headache was a reminding recall of what he did yesterday and Steve felt a good level of embarrassment about it.

Getting back into bed—because some more sleep sounds like a good idea—Steve carefully moves the kids around, wanting to cuddle with you—appreciating your thoughtful gesture.

And Steve felt the most happiest to have you.

#male reader #x male reader #fanfiction #malereader #xmalereader #oneshot #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x male reader #steve x male reader #hawaii 5 0 #hawaii five 0

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thebramblewood · 1 year ago

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Ulrike's Big Night: Part II

Let's just say it was a good thing they decided to leave, though not for the reason Helena thinks.

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Thanks to @whyeverr for another super creative lot that, again, I only used a very small part of! I can't take any credit for the tower of gnomes (other than adding a few extras to it), but I'm pretty sure I must've subconsciously given Ulrike a gnome obsession for this exact purpose.

Transcript under the cut.

Helena: “Oh, this is f-”

Ulrike: “Awful.”

Helena: “What, really?”

Ulrike: “Please. A life-size chessboard? It’s just lazy selfie bait to ensure it’ll be all over social media before tomorrow morning.” *gestures in annoyance* “Case in point. God, I need a drink.” *snatches first champagne flute in sight*

Helena: “Ulrike!”

Ulrike: “What?”

Helena: “I don’t think it’s safe to mix poisons that way.”

Ulrike: *rolls eyes* “You’ve come a long way, babe, but you’re still such a Puritan sometimes. It’s not hard liquor. We’ll be fine. Let’s mingle, if we must.”

…

Ulrike: “A giant martini glass. How revolutionary.”

Helena: “You’re so cynical!"

...

Helena: "I’m dying of anticipation! Are you ever going to show me your piece?”

Ulrike: “Actually, it should be right around the next- Oh, here she is.”

Helena: *eyes immediately widen* “It’s, it’s, it’s…”

Ulrike: “Kind of ridiculous, I know. What can I say? My inner troll took over.”

Helena: “It’s GLORIOUS!”

…

Yasmine: “Ms. Faust? Yasmine Jabari. I run a gallery of my own near campus. This is certainly a showstopper. I’d love to talk more about your work…”

…

Helena: *under breath* “Oh, shit.”

Ulrike: “Hey, there you are.”

Helena: “We have to get out of here.”

Ulrike: “What? Why?”

Helena: “I just saw that jerk from my writing workshop and he looked poised to unleash a monster rant.”

Ulrike: “Good call. We definitely don’t need to hear that.”

#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 story #sims 4 edit #simblr #story: hzid #i really like doing edits in this style #the puzzle-like aspect of piecing it together is very addicting #but i MAY have gone a little overboard with the sheer amount of pictures i wanted to stuff in #not obsessed with the lighting in a few places but i was too far in when i noticed it was not ideal #also threw in a few cameos from my recent cas makeovers #helena zhao #ulrike faust #lilith vatore

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stephensmithuk · 8 months ago

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A Study in Scarlet: A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.

The police at this time had dedicated prisoner transport vehicles, of course pulled by horses. They were colloquially known as a "Black Maria", a term whose origin is unclear, although there are several theories.

At the time, the Commissioner of Police of the Metropolis, to use the full title, tended to be senior civil servants or retired military. The 1881 commissioner, Sir Edmund Henderson, had been a Lieutenant-Colonel who had spent a lot of time supervising prisons in Australia and Great Britain. He would resign in 1886 after criticism of the force's handling of rioting in the West End.

The contents of a police officer's notebook are admissable in court - they may be referred to when giving evidence - and their use is now heavily regulated to prevent the addition of extra material.

Utah does not in fact have a statute of limitations for murder; some jurisdictions do, but it is not one of them.

London is a notoriously easy city to get lost in, due to its lack of a gridded street system; many of the streets and alleys in the city centre haven't had their layout changed since before the Great Fire of 1666.

Any lost property found in a taxi would historically be handed over to the police. Today, it would end up at the Transport for London Lost Property Office, formerly at Baker Street and now in West Ham. It has a computer system called "Sherlock".

Most liquor shops generally don't allow you to drink on the premises, hence the term "off-licence".

It was very easy for someone to get hold of poison at this time - arsenic was openly on sale as rat poison and was commonly used for wallpaper.

Initial magistrate's hearings today for a murder case just tend to be a prisoner confirming their identity and being remanded (bail is very rare), rather than taking evidence.

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #history #factoids #acd canon #a study in scarlet #stud

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sebastianmichaelisslander · 2 months ago

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Here are a couple more of my Reaper headcanons…

- I’m not sure who originally came up with the idea, but Reapers would definitely have eyes that glow in the dark. I’d always imagined this to be the case, and then I saw a post saying the same, lol.

They can definitely see in the dark thanks to this.

- Reapers are also notoriously hard to kill. Even in the manga, we’ve seen them bear the brunt of damage that would kill or incapacitate any normal human and still remain functional. Their sentence is a punishment, so it won’t be a very easy one to end.

So, if they’re gravely injured - think impaled through the stomach, having their skull smashed in, or breaking half the bones in their bodies - they’re going to be alive, responsive and moving around. But in a hell lot of pain.

Also, it’s mentioned in canon that scythe metal can kill them. So would very powerful demons, too.

- They can’t get drunk or high very easily at all. In one of my current WIPs, I have Meike (my OC) chug down an entire bottle of hard liquor - something that would probably give an ordinary human alcohol poisoning. However, she’s only rather drunk.

She’d have to down around THREE to be unconscious face-down on the floor as anybody else would be. I also had a headcanon that Ludger and William can out-drink even the likes of Sebastian, who polished off an entire bar.

The average Reaper would probably have to do thrice the amount of cocaine to feel the same way a human would after taking a reasonable dose. To get the same high a human would experience after one spliff, a Reaper would have to smoke THREE.

- They can make minor adjustments to their own appearances to help themselves pass as human. Not sure to what extent it would go beyond changing hair and eye colour, though.

- After they die, they remain their biological age in the afterlife.

I don’t know what to add on, though - and I wonder what everyone else’s would be.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #grim reapers #sebastian michaelis #william t spears #kuroshitsuji ludger #Rudgar #drug use mentions

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everlasting-rainfall · 7 months ago

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Hello, everyone! My name is Everlasting_Rainfall but you can call me Everlast or Rainfall as it’s shorter. Hell, you can really call me whatever you’d like as long as it isn’t an insult

I’m a Demi-Girl meaning my pronouns are They/Them and She/Her and I’m bisexual as well! English is my first language but I’m not very good at it in all honesty

I’d like to personally welcome you all to my blog, I hope that you enjoy your stay and find the stuff that I write to be enjoyable!

I’m going to go over my rules in a minute but first

If you’re looking for my Masterlist then it’s right here for ya!

Just remember to not look at it if you’re a minor! I DO NOT WANT ANY MINORS ON THIS BLOG!! IF YOU ARE ONE THEN LEAVE!!

Also I have a Discord server! If you would like to join then send me a DM here on Tumblr and I’ll send you a link!

I would post the link to join here but something about that doesn’t quite feel like the best idea so I’m not gonna

So just send me a message here on Tumblr and I’ll send ya a link! Sound good? Good! But remember… NO MINORS

Now then… I’ll get into the rules starting with things that I won’t write for as I’m personally uncomfortable with it

Scat

Anal

Water Sports

Incest

Homophobia

Transphobia

Necrophilia

Racism

Anything where an Adult dates someone who is Underage

Yandere Kills their S/O

Erotic Gore

Okay, there are also a few characters that I won’t write for as well like I’ll write for just about anyone but not these characters…

“Saint” Charlos

”Saint” Shalria

”Saint” Rosward

Foxy

Skunk One

Boo Jack

Trebol

Any Underage Character

Beyond that, I’ll probably write for just about anybody unless you can manage to remind me of someone who makes me uncomfortable or I personally just don’t like

In which case, I shall add them to this list so check back every once in a while just to see if anything’s updated

Oh yeah! Also I figured that I might as well put down some things that I like writing about as well!

Non-Romantic Yandere’s (Platonic or Familial)

Toonification

Breeding

Housewifeification

Hypnosis

Being Pulled from One World to Another

Fictional Characters Appearing in the Real World

Cinderella Esque Scenarios

Transformation

Amnesia

Somnophilia

Humans Are Replaced as The Dominant Species of Earth by Something Else Scenarios

And as for characters that I enjoy writing? I honestly enjoy writing somewhat obscure ones in all honesty like not so obscure like that guy who got shook down in the Rainbow Mist arc for a liquor drinking tax or that guy behind Paulie when he saw the sea train as a kid

I mean characters like El Drago from the First One Piece Movie, Commander Jonathan from G8, Kamakiri from Skypiea, and etc

Plus I also like writing for that don’t have a lot of information about them like mostly recent ones like (And Skip This if You Aren’t Caught Up). Imu, Joyboy, Figarland Garling, Nika.

Something about it is just so much fun like I think it be because it’s less stressful and there’s less things to worry about if I’m doing something wrong by saying that “Sanji Poisons your Date” or “Luffy Watches You Bathe”

But regardless, I find it fun!

Okay, I think that covers everything! I hope that you all enjoy my blog and remember!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL

#minors dni #blog rules #cringe culture is dead #yandere one piece

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that-student-that-has-homework · 9 months ago

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You WILL Have my Herbs 03

Diluc / Reader

Previous Chapters: Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6

Read the Full Story on Ao3 | Tumblr MasterList Here (Maybe even leave me a comment please? :3< )

Summary: Listen you just wanted to pick some plants, do some experiments, find some cures, and report back to your mentor. Unfortunately a handsome vigilante puts you in his debt and now you have to fight him to let you make it up to him.

Chapter 3: A Most Suspicious Shade of Blue

Your constant run-ins with Abyss Mages warranted surveillance.

Or at least that’s what The Knights of Favonius’ Cavalry Captain thought. If not to reveal if you were somehow involved with their plot, then for your own safety.

To be fair to you, you’d not killed or poisoned any of the people you’d offered remedies to. He did get the sense that you were just another earnest researcher, and stubbornly generous in a way that was most peculiar. He hadn’t confirmed he’d wanted a bar of soap, but there had been one delivered to him, wrapped up neatly with his name on it, and a note stating you had more if the soap was agreeable with his skin.

As innocent as you seemed though, there was a sharpness about you, and Kaeya was not the type to leave a stone unturned. Unfortunately, you’d rejected the pen he’d applied an elemental marker to, which would have given him a gist of your general activities. So he assigned a knight to keep an eye on you and report back on your activities. After all, you weren’t suspicious enough to warrant his personal supervision. Yet.

With you taken care of in a sense…the ever so diligent Cavalry Captain went to get a drink, in preparation for the incoming attack of course. Oh and to inform the intended target of the plot while he was at it.

“One Death in the Afternoon,” he called out to the familiar bartender as he slid onto one of the bar stools.

“Drinking on the job?” The bartender chastised without turning around. “This is what the Knights of Favonius do on duty? As inefficient as ever.”

“Not inefficient if you can hold your liquor my dear Diluc,” Kaeya responded smoothly as he surveyed the tavern, “fortunately I can hold mine.”

It was barren, not a patron in sight, just what the captain required.

“I heard a most interesting piece of information,” he began, his singular eye scrutinizing the redhead as he poured him a drink that didn’t quite look like his order, “seems that some Abyss Mages are planning a series of attacks on Mondstadt,” the bartender slid him the glass, still not looking at the knight, “something about drawing out a Dark Knight Hero.”

“Well then, rather than talk to me, shouldn’t you be preparing to prevent these attacks?” The redhead scoffed.

“My so cold,” Kaeya smirked, his visible eye crinkling, “people would think you’re the one with a cryo vision.”

At that, the captain took a sip of the drink, noting its distinctly acidic taste. Cider, non -alcoholic cider. Definitely not his order. He let out a little chuckle and surveyed the counter: no bottles were within reach, how unfortunate.

“I just thought I’d let you know,” he resigned himself to his non-alcoholic drink and took a long sip of the apple cider instead, “in case you weren’t already aware.”

He received a grunt in response as the redhead continued to tidy his workspace. With a sigh, the cryo user took another sip of his drink, remembering another thing he was mildly curious about.

“I heard a report a while back about an Abyss Mage attacking a visitor to Mondstadt,” he trained his blue eye at his suspect, “apparently someone using a pyro vision saved her and fled into the darkness of the night,” the suspect in question continued to organize and prepare for when the busier hours came around, “that wouldn’t have been you, would it?”

Diluc let out a tired exhale, “the knights couldn’t even save one visitor to Mondstadt?” He scoffed. “As ineffcient as ever.”

“There’s no need to hide it from me Diluc,” the blue haired man took another sip of his cider, “We both know you’re the famed Dark Knight Hero.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Curiosity.”

He heard a tired exhale from his sworn-brother then. Well the answer he’d given was enough. It also corroborated your story. You really had been jumpy due to the attack then. He didn’t really doubt it much after having gotten to know you a little, but it was still nice to confirm that you really hadn’t been lying.

If he were to be honest, the Cavalry Captain was really hoping you weren’t . You were strange, no doubt, but that made you very amusing. He’d rather not have to eliminate you.

The downside to all this, was that you were onto Diluc’s secret identity. That’s quite impressive, given how of all of Monstadt’s citizens, he was the only one who figured it out. Then again, most of her citizens were drunk, whereas you were adamantly sober, perhaps that factored in?

With his curiosity satiated, the captain downed the rest of his drink, paid the bartender what he owed and got up to leave.

Finally managing to make eye contact with his conversation partner, Kaeya was about to bid him farewell when the redhead beat him to it.

“Thanks,” Diluc said, maintaining eye contact, as he accepted the mora.

“Take care, Diluc,” the captain cast the man a small smile, before turning and heading out.

Feeling oddly refreshed, the captain decided to make a round about Mondstadt proper, check in with the knights and see if he could sniff out any suspicious activities. It’s unfortunate that they hadn’t sniffed out these activities prior to getting the intel. Then again, with Diluc going around eliminating the mages it would be difficult to detect them.

Kaeya was on his way to investigate the shoreline just outside the city walls when he came about a peculiar scene.

The knight he’d assigned you was truly lucky that you were rather herb obsessed. His mediocre surveillance skills aside, this guy had no idea how to think fast on his feet. Hilariously, Kaeya had arrived just in time to witness the knight being caught by you. My, and it hadn’t even been a day of surveillance yet. Though it had only been a matter of time with that knight’s skills, or lack-thereof, really.

You seemed stunned by the presence of this knight, pausing, as though you’d been frozen by cryo, to stare at your observer. As you usually did, you put on a friendly smile and asked how you could be of help. To which his little spy locked up and stuttered and truly gave himself away.

Or he would have, had you not seemingly assumed that the knight was just stunned by your behaviour and was struggling to articulate his thoughts. Kaeya would say you weren’t off with that assumption. You were, holding on to a tree branch with your legs obviously trying not to fall and break your neck, after all.

The knight seemed to finally regain his bearings enough to attempt to help you. Which involved him holding your knapsack as you refused to be touched for whatever reason. Then again with where the knight’s hands were going he could understand why. Regardless, you managed to get your arms back onto the branch through what seemed like sheer willpower, and hug it, looking much like a sloth, before righting yourself with less effort. Not long after you scrambled down the tree to retrieve your precious bag, and reissue your offer, however right side up this time.

With some coaxing from you, the knight chose a random ailment, and you had some remedy for it. He took it sheepishly and wisely chose to walk away.

At this point Kaeya could have been able to conclude that you were truly innocent, after all you hadn’t suspected the knight in the slightest. But at the same time, you’d been a spectacle, to put it mildly, and so it only made sense that a knight would “approach” you, and therefore be in your vicinity.

You were truly a peculiar character. That weird mix of clueless and vigilant: you were obviously perceptive enough to know to avoid being indebted to him, yet rather clueless about most matters that did not involve your beloved herbs.

Your peculiarity increased with time. The assault on Mondstadt began, and after an attack you would go and study the aftermath of the skirmish. You would then look around to make sure you hadn’t been caught, before scurrying off and doing things with your plants. That was the report that Kaeya had received the first time you’d done that. That same evening he received word from Lisa over drinks that you’d provided the Knights with a pot full of salve that treated burns.

This behavior persisted. The Mages would attack, you’d inspect the aftermath and provide a solution. There weren’t too many casualties, given the more difficult enemies were being decimated by Diluc in the shadows. Kaeya was also doing some secret work to subtly assist his brother-hopefully without his detection.

It was as things were starting to stretch on that Kaeya’s spy came back with another observation. He hadn’t thought it too odd to begin with, however after delivering remedies to the knights you would head to the Dawn Winery. You went there consistently every two or three days. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he’d even missed you one time you’d done so as you’d left just as the sun began to rise. Even worse, he hadn’t realized you were gone until you’d come back.

The captain folded his fingers into each other and rested his chin atop them, humming to himself a bit. “When is her next trip to Dawn Winery?” He asked coolly.

“In two or three days sir,” he reported dutifully, “she returned just this afternoon after spending the night in Springvale.”

“Springvale?” He raised his visible eyebrow.

“There was a flu going about, she provided aid,” he paused before adding, “free of charge.”

Kaeya leaned back in his seat with an amused huff. That was very consistent with his own observations.

“How does she manage to continue affording to eat?” He mused to himself.

“Actually she was recently asking about ways to earn mora,” his spy supplied, “respectfully sir, I don’t think she’s a threat.”

Kaeya chuckled. Truthfully he didn’t either. At this point you were more a source of entertainment for him through the mundanity of his duties. The captain sat up again.

If he let this knight continue with his surveillance you may unwittingly expose the redhead. That wouldn’t do anyone any good. And it wouldn’t even be your fault really, it would be his . Unless of course that was your plan all along. But again, you were now under surveillance for his own amusement, nothing else.

“Agreed,” he finally responded to the knight, “from tomorrow onwards, we are ending our surveillance of the apothecary. You are to resume your previous post. ”

“Yes sir!” He saluted, however didn’t make a move to leave.

“If that’s all then you’re dismissed,” the captain waved.

“Actually sir, one last thing,” Kaeya nodded at his temporary subordinate for him to continue, “she recently purchased a basic polearm from Wagner. Which was strange.”

Kaeya snorted, “that’s a good choice for an absolute novice,” he propped his feet up on his desk then, “dismissed.”

With that the knight took his leave.

Kaeya wasn’t about to lie: it was curious that you headed to Dawn Winery so frequently. Had you managed to convince Diluc to accept your aid? It wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility, just highly unlikely given he didn’t really know you. Anyway, he kept an eye on you, and only on the third day since he relieved the spy of duty, did you finally head out to the winery.

The cavalry captain made a few observations:

Your backpack seemed lighter than he’d have expected it to be.

You could not resist plucking every stray and random piece of grass that met your fancy.

You actively avoided monster camps of any kind.

You were a fast runner. You bolted from the slimes that had emerged from nowhere like your life depended on it. To be fair it probably did.

You got along well with Adelinde.

Yes when you arrived at the winery, she’d been outside enjoying a quick cup of tea, and had set the cup down to whisk you into a brief hug. You’d then swung your backpack off of your shoulders, and began to rummage through it. Huh-it looked notably fuller than it did throughout your journey.

Kaeya noticed you pulling out some more soap-ah could Adelinde be the kind lady you’d mentioned that one time? Among a few other things that seemed specifically for her. Kaeya was beginning to wonder if your trips were exclusively for the maid when Diluc’s butler appeared and led you around behind the building.

The two of you talked briefly. You took notes as the older man spoke. At some point you startled and seemed worried, while he seemed sheepish. You relaxed not long after though, and began to pull out all manner of things. As well as what looked to be a book.

Kaeya watched you most likely explain what some of the items you’d produced were for and how to use them. Seemed some of the others were already familiar to him as he nodded in recognition at some products. It seemed like you were gearing up to leave when the man seemed to ask you to wait before heading into the winery in a rush. He re-emerges shortly after with containers similar to the ones you’d just given him. Kaeya speculated that they were likely yours and had contained the first batch of ointment or what not.

With a final goodbye to the butler, you were off. He noticed that you headed to Springvale instead of returning to Mondstadt. He’d confirmed what he’d wanted to confirm though, so he instead continued on his way to Mondstadt.

A drink was in order, and he was pleased to find just the bartender he wanted to see, tending the bar. He’d almost expect someone who was relentlessly going after and obliterating scores of monsters to look worse for wear, however Diluc didn’t have the usual signs of fatigue on him. Well at least not physically. It’s still draining to be on high alert.

The captain ordered his usual, and this time he actually got what he asked for. He also noticed how Diluc was radiating a rather familiar, though unique scent. It almost smelled like a product he owned too. Like a product he’d been gifted.

He smirked up at the bartender, “nice to see you’ve been taking care of yourself.”

A quizzical raise of the brow was what he received in response.

Seemed the great Dark Knight Hero was too busy saving Mond to realize where his soap, and potentially many other ointments, were coming from.

Not long after he’d stopped surveillance of you, the Knights received another tip. Jean said that there was an unnatural increase in illnesses and strange ailments in Springvale, and that she would be sending out a reconnaissance team to investigate the area.

That tip was obviously from you. He wasn’t part of the recon team, and Eula had told him as much when she saw him there. However that didn’t deter him in the slightest as he sought you out.

“Sir Kaeya!” You greeted when you saw him. “How are you?”

“I’m well. And yourself?” He returned with ease.

“I‘m well,” you chirped though not seeming to have your usual energy, “I am concerned about the villagers here though.”

“I assume that’s why you reported it to the knights?” He offered you a practiced smile.

Your brow furrowed at that. Then you shrugged, “I suppose Master Jean could have told you,” you paused and cast your sceptical gaze back at him, “how did you know it was me though?”

He smirked then, “let’s say I had a hunch.”

Your expression told him you didn’t believe him in the slightest. Or at least that you knew that wasn’t the whole truth. However before he could let you dwell on that he began his interrogation.

“What are these strange ailments you spoke of?”

You paused. “Very dark mucus, it looks like tar,” you started before shaking your head and correcting yourself, “when the villagers cough, they cough violently, and, well, actually let me start from the beginning,” you took a breath.

“Villagers develop coughs out of seemingly nowhere. And when they have severe coughing fits where they hack up mucus that’s black in color-for the record it’s usually translucent when healthy or yellow-ish or green-ish when ill,” you pause before, “and sometimes the severity of the cough causes enough strain that they cough up blood. They also have a severe chest pain.”

“That does sound troubling,” Kaeya’s face scrunched up.

“It is. Extremely,” you agreed, “there’s also a case of severe fatigue, and some people’s limbs seem to have a faint bluish tint. I was concerned it could be poor circulation but it doesn’t seem to be the case.”

After a slight pause you continued, “also people seem to simply have the life sucked out of them. Pure emotional fatigue, a sense of emptiness, even in children that were quite literally full of life and aspirations just the day before.”

Kaeya was quiet as he considered things. You continued, “I also heard complaints from the hunters and farmers here, seems there’s something odd happening to nearby flora and fauna. They have to go farther out to hunt? The ground seems to be sucked dry of its nutrients. According to them that’s unusual.”

“I suppose I’ll just have to ask them about that then,” he let out a sigh, “thank you for your cooperation.”

“No problem. Well actually there is a problem, uh you’re welcome?” You returned.

Kaeya let out a huff of amusement and left you to your own devices. Which involved helping with the ailing citizens. He went ahead and asked Draff to confirm what you’d informed him of, and while the hunter was complaining, a farm lady came by and also complained. She produced a familiar white branch, and everything clicked into place. Kind of.

Seems the Abyss Order was behind this madness. Which meant if they could handle this issue they may be able to nip their: ”assault on Mondstadt issue” in the bud.

Though he usually acted independently, Kaeya did want to get things done here quickly, hearing children were being sucked dry of their ambitions left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He convened with Eula, gave her what intel he had and received what she’d gathered. Kaeya then took this intel back to Mondstadt to share with Lisa. The trusty librarian could go through the restricted books and possibly come up with an answer.

She did not disappoint. A day or two later, she’d concluded that there was likely a domain nearby teeming with Abyssal energy. It could possibly be polluting and potentially even invading the environment near Springvale. Which would explain the peculiarity of the ailments. The information was relayed back to Eula and a domain was indeed discovered.

Though by the time the Knights had geared up to go in, it had already been cleared out.

Kaeya didn’t see Diluc for another week after that.

Pity, he needed to talk to him about what he saw in there. Though from what he observed, it seemed like there was a high concentration of Abyss Mages. An alarming amount really, which could explain why Springvale seemed to suffer as well. It was a wonder how Diluc even managed to go in there alone and escape-he did defeat them and make it out alive right?

It turns out that the fiery ex-Knight did in fact make it out. However he was not uninjured. The fact came to him in the most amusing manner. Jean had mentioned that your remedies were being brought to Mondstadt alongside the Dawn Winery’s famed dandelion wine. It was rather curious, however it made sense if you were assisting with curing the villagers.

However you were not in Springvale.

He was rather fortunate that one of the knights they’d temporarily stationed in Springvale happened to be the one he’d assigned to watch over you. Given he was sensitive to your movements, he informed Kaeya that you’d disappeared around the time the knights discovered the domain was cleared out, and only returned four days later, even then you didn’t remain long and disappeared for another day.

He was mildly suspicious that you knew the identity of who cleared the domain. That part was troubling. The captain told him not to worry and that you probably were likely scouring the land for herbs to use for remedies.

That wasn’t a complete lie.

After all you clearly had been aggressively foraging if what he found was any indication.

A trip to the winery and a little bit of scouting revealed that you’d set up a camp far enough from the winery to not be immediately detected, but close enough that you could be summoned in case of an emergency.

You looked worse for wear. Absolutely horrible if Kaeya was to be completely, unabashedly honest. With how you were stirring a strange bubbling concoction in your haggard state, you looked as ominous as an Abyss Mage. It was clear you were running yourself ragged, and while the location you chose was relatively safe, the wilderness could be unforgiving.

You had pots and jugs of all shapes and sizes that you were filling with remedies. As the day went on he was fortunate enough to observe you meeting with Adelinde twice and Diluc’s personal butler twice as well.

Adelinde’s first meeting seemed to stress you, you had immediately scrambled for something and handed it to her with what he assumed were some instructions. Upon her departure you’d refocused your efforts according to whatever she’d said, pulling out another cauldron-not without difficulty though-to brew something else. When she returned later, very little tension left you and you only offered her more salves and instructions.

Kaeya could only assume whatever you and Adelinde were discussing had something to do with Diluc. Because when the butler came around, he had a bunch of weeds and he received the larger pots of salve. Meaning he likely handled the transport of remedies to Springvale and Mondstadt.

Perhaps he ought to pay the Winery a visit the following day? After all, he really did want to go to check up on his dear, reckless brother.

For now he would amuse himself with watching you slave over all these remedies. What was particularly amusing was when you finally sat down, barely munched on an apple and then fell asleep holding it.

-_-

The following day the cavalry captain got a greeting as warm as his vision. His estranged brother did not seem particularly thrilled to see him. Amusingly enough, the redhead looked to be in a better condition than you did, despite the multitude of bandages and stitches he could see poking out from under his loose blouse.

“Why it’s great to see you too, brother ,” Kaeya’s smile was polite, “you can’t imagine how relieved I am that you’re alright.”

The winery owner shot him a displeased frown. Despite his tone, Kaeya was genuinely happy to see him doing relatively well. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he’d admit that this newfound lightness he was experiencing was relief at his brother’s wellbeing. Why, the man was already in his study attending to every manner of task, meaning he was very well indeed.

“Though I can’t help but wonder what it is that could have injured you so much?” He obviously eyed the variety of bandages. “Did your glider perhaps not deploy properly?”

Diluc let out a frustrated sigh, “state your business Kaeya.”

“I’m just here to check up on my reckless brother,” the captain kept his tone light, innocent.

“I wouldn’t have to be so reckless if the Knights of Favonius were not so inefficient .”

“What was in that domain?” The Knight asked finally. “What have you learned?”

Red met blue in a stare-off that would only delay the inevitable.

Kaeya smirked, “come now Diluc you can’t complain of the knights’ inefficiency and then not share information that could potentially remedy that issue.”

The former knight let out an unamused snort. Before closing his eyes and letting out a tired sigh, “perhaps had the knights been more efficient they would have acquired the information they needed themselves .”

“We already know the domain was teeming with Abyss Mages,” the cavalry captain shrugged, “there had to have been some Pyro Abyss Mages. So how did you manage to make it out without being more severely injured?”

The redhead wasn’t looking at him. Rather he seemed intent on setting a paper on his desk ablaze with the intensity of his glare alone.

“Is that all?” He asked as he met Kaeya’s gaze again.

“The traveler was last sighted in Inazuma,” Kaeya folded his arms across his chest, “so your usual assistant in these situations was most likely not present, unless you have information proving otherwise?”

The silence persisted.

“Diluc I’m sure you’re aware that in your current state providing Jean and I with the information you have is necessary to protecting Mondstadt,” the captain narrowed his single eye at his brother.

The man seemed to consider his words a moment, before letting out an exhale and leaning onto his elbows on his desk, “they had amassed their troops within the domain.”

“How many of their forces did you take down before you had to retreat?”

“To my knowledge, all of them, however there could be more coming,” he responded levelly, “that was only one domain.”

“There, now was that so hard?” Kaeya cooed-he wasn’t about to reveal his surprise, they’d estimated at least ten Abyss Mages if not more than that.

The glare he received was extremely displeased. That was all the information he’d be getting for the day it seemed. He was about to excuse himself, however the lovely Adelinde came in bearing a freshly brewed tea for the two of them.

Seeing Diluc’s exasperation, he simply couldn’t help but stay. The captain took a seat in one of the chairs in the room, and happily accepted a cup when the familiar maid offered him one. It was a strange blend, it smelled divine and was as invigorating as its scent. Perhaps this was one of the blends you provided?

Finishing up his cup, Kaeya rose to his full height again.

“Please tell me you’re compensating the person offering you such… herbal blends?” He grinned.

Ah. By Dilu’s expression, he’d clearly had his suspicions about the source of his treatments. The slippery captain didn’t give him time to respond.

“Good day Diluc,” he opened the door of the study, “I wish you a speedy full recovery.”

With that he was gone. The captain spared you an undetected glance and hurried back to Springvale to investigate the domain again.

This time, he managed to unearth yet another interesting piece of the puzzle.

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Love Comes Quietly Ch 5

Future Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, sass, teasing, mentions of sexual themes, alcohol consumption, intoxication, hangovers. Chaotic bestie Emily really coming through here.

Golf.

It was fucking golf.

Indoor mini golf to be exact. Swingers was an all indoor, adult aimed mini golf business that combined the usual putt putt with some of the best street food of D.C and handcrafted cocktails.

And yes. Emily had very purposely left out those details just to toy with you.

It started with a couple of rounds of cocktails, loaded tater tot nachos, fried pickles and you split the pesto burrata pizza and the pepperoni and spicy honey pizza. The vibe in the place was one of a social bar, one where everyone was having a good time, but it wasn’t anything too insane, and you were happy to notice that it was child free. You assumed that was because of the later hour, though you weren’t totally sure. You caught each other up on the weekly gossip while you ate, the best way to wind down after a long week of chasing serial killers. Emily was incredibly thankful to have you around, to have someone she knew she could trust to vent to and that you weren’t one to hold her the standard of being the boss when you were off on your own. You were thankful that she’d taken you under her wing, so to speak, and even more thankful for the friendship that came out of it. It helped you ease into the team even better; she’d been around with them long enough she knew practically everything and was ready and willing to fill in any blanks when you had questions.

She managed to convince you into trying two of their signature shooters before you refilled your cocktails and finally collected your golf equipment and started to make your way through the green.

“Okay, but we’re making this more fun.” She declared as you wandered up to the first hole.

“What’ve you got in mind?” You laughed.

“Whoever gets the ball in with the least putts wins.”

“Yeah that’s generally how golf works Em.” You laughed back and she shot you a glare.

“Whoever loses on each hole,” she gestured to her beer, “drinks.”

“Now that, I can get behind.”

“And if it turns out that that’s boring, you take one sip of your drink per putt that you have to take.”

“Christ Em.” You chuckled, “that could be deadly.”

“You better not suck at mini golf then.” She shrugged and you laughed, snagging her drink from her so she could line up her first shot.

As it turned out, you definitely didn’t suck at mini golf, and at the start, neither did Emily. Which meant it was getting boring. Which meant you were implementing the one sip per putt rule by the time you’d made it to hole number three. By hole number seven, you were both certainly feeling the liquor, which meant you were playing even less well, barely focussing on the golf and more on the gossip.

“Hey, how’s living with Blake going?” Emily asked right as she hit her ball into the side of the ramp, letting out a quiet curse before picking up her drink.

“It’s good.” You replied, watching her wander down the green, “feels kinda weird to call her my roommate, but she’s the best person I’ve lived with.”

“She’s good people.” She replied, lining up her next shot, “and she’s respectful.” Taking the shot she let out a breath of relief when the ball actually ended up in the hole this time, “have you taken advantage of the pool yet?”

“No.” You laughed, moving to take your first shot, “hot tub’s come in very handy after a longer case though.” Swinging the club, it hit the ball and you watched it roll through the green and directly into the hole.

“Oh come on!” Emily swore, shooting you a glare, “new rule, if you get a hole in one, you have to finish your drink.” You glanced between her and your quarter full drink, letting out a sigh.

“Fine. But if I don’t show up for work Monday it’s because you gave me alcohol poisoning.”

“Absolutely not. Too much paperwork.”

You practically snorted at her response, chugging back the last of your drink before you scooped up the golf ball, the two of you stopping to get refills before moving onto the next hole.

“You need to convince Alex into hosting the next get together.” She started, carefully lining up her shot, “Rossi’s place is great and all but it lacks the whole pool and hot tub combo, that would just be far superior.” With a swoop of her club, this time she managed to land a hole in one.

“Better chug up Prentiss.” You handed her back her drink and she scowled at you, grimacing at the full drink and new rule she’d made up herself. She took a step back, starting to drink it as you lined up your shot, “I’ll do my best, I mean it’d kinda be like we’re both hosting, would take some of the responsibility off her.”

“Just tell her you want to host.” She suggested between chugs, wincing as she finally finished the drink.

“If you want to see me in a bikini that bad you could just ask.” You teased, prodding at her ribs with your golf club and she swatted you away.

“Murphy please!” She did her best to burp quietly, the carbonation fighting against her, “while I can completely agree that you’re attractive, you’re not my type, you’re like my sister.”

“That’s exactly what I said about you!” You exclaimed with a laugh, taking your second putt of the round, “you know… I think Alex might have a crush on you.”

“Okay now you’re really getting delusional.” Emily barked out a laugh, “are you sure you’re not the drunk one?”

“Which one of us just chugged a full cocktail?” You asked, landing your next shot, taking three small sips of your drink.

“I hate you.” She grumbled, ordering another drink as the two of you moved onto the next hole. “Blake does not have a crush on me, what got that into your head?”

“She started grilling me about how much time we spend together.” You explained, watching her start her next turn, “seemed pretty convinced that we were either dating or sleeping together.”

“Yeah.” She laughed again, “I’m sure the section chief would be completely okay with that.” Her first hit got the ball almost into the hole, “and what’d’you mean I’m not your type?”

“I could ask you the same thing!” You countered, “I told her that while I can obviously see that you’re hot, it’s not for me. Just because we’re both queer doesn’t mean we’re gonna jump into bed together.”

“Not to mention I’m your boss.” She sunk the ball with her second shot, taking two sips of her fresh drink.

“Yeah sometimes I really wonder about how that happened.” You teased and she shot you a glare.

“Fuck you.” She surveyed you for a minute, watching you line up for the shot, though this time she noticed you holding back just the slightest, not wanting to make the hole in one to have to chug your drink. “You know… I think I get it.”

“What?” You glanced up at her as you crossed through the green to take your second shot and she smirked.

“I’m not your type because you want a mommy.” Her smirk grew when you faltered your shot, the ball shooting all the way back to her feet, “which means that Alex, is exactly your type.”

“Okay now you’re delusional.” You laughed, “she’s my friend, co-worker, that’s it.”

“And they were roommates.” She taunted, causing you to nearly miss the next shot, though you let out a breath when the ball circled around the hole and finally dropped in. You grabbed your drink from her, taking the required three sips. “Are you telling me you don’t think she’s hot?”

“She’s in the same category as you.” You started, “she’s hot, I can appreciate that. I can also appreciate that Morgan’s attractive, considering I don’t swing that way… that definitely means I don’t want to fuck him!”

“Oh don’t ever let him find that out.” She warned with a laugh, “or it will be a daily reminder until you either slap or kiss him.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You laughed in return.

“Well, Blake or not, you’re gonna have to find some opportunity to get laid sometime soon. Helps with the stress of the job.”

“Those toy recommendations are doing perfectly fine, thank you.”

“Yeah but that squirting strap would work far better if it was Alex using it on you.” Emily taunted and while you did periodically choke on your drink you managed to collect yourself, stepping up to her.

“Bet it’d look pretty good on you too daddy.”

“Ohoho please, you know it does.” Emily laughed though you noticed the way her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, her voice lowering briefly “and you wouldn’t even be able to handle it.”

“Which is exactly why you’re not my type.” You laughed, “now pick up the ball, it’s your putt.”

Smirking, thinking that she finally had the upper hand, Emily glanced down the green and lined up her next shot. She couldn’t help but let out a frustrated swear when she immediately sunk the ball into the hole. She pouted in your direction but you simply shrugged, insisting that it was her rule and she scowled, stepping off to the side so she could chug the rest of her drink.

In an attempt to counter her actions on the next hole she took her sweet time, trying to not get it in right away. The only problem being that that meant she was taking twice as many shots, and as it turned out, she wasn’t very good at mini golf as the liquor began to hit. Each hole required her to take more and more drinks since she was using more and more strokes to get the ball where she wanted.

Emily didn’t remember very much at all past the thirteenth hole.

Alex woke up to a quiet house in the morning and since you’d graciously kept it quiet at whatever hour you’d gotten home, she wasn’t about to be petty and bang around the house. She wasn’t sure when you got back, she’d woken up briefly to a couple of bumps in the night, the beeping of the alarm code when you got in. Though part of her knew it was the instinct to want to make sure you were somewhere safe before her subconscious would fully let her fall asleep.

She filled the coffee pot to brew, making sure there would be more than enough for you considering your late night shenanigans and then began to poke around the kitchen for breakfast. You’d taken on most of the cooking the past couple of days and she wasn’t sure what all was left, but she found half a loaf of bread, some perfectly ripened avocados and four eggs left in the carton. The only thing she was missing was tomato, a rather soggy quarter of one left in a Ziploc bag that she tossed in the trash immediately.

Though that was no problem, she’d noticed some ripe ones in the garden a couple of days ago, so she padded across to the patio door and slid it open, slipping into the backyard. Figuring she was already out there she took a the time to water the plants, tended to a few of them, and ended up picking a handful of cherry tomatoes, a couple of small zucchinis and a few carrots. The sun was warm in the sky already and she was thankful it was Sunday and she could actually enjoy the warm weather, likely spend her afternoon out in the yard with a book.

When she wandered back inside she only pulled the screen door shut behind her, letting the warmth and fresh air waft into the house. She washed the vegetables she’d picked, splitting them up appropriately between the counter and fridge. The coffee machine quietly beeped and she paused in her task of food, pulling her faved mug from the cupboard and mixing it how she liked it, taking the much deserved first sip that she let out a happy hum at.

Glancing in the direction of your room she could have sworn she heard noises earlier, but you were showing no signs of being ready for the day yet, so she figured you’d get your own food later. She sliced up the avocado and tomatoes, leaving them on the cutting board while she grabbed a pan to preheat and opened the fridge.

“Is that coffee ready?” Your voice suddenly broke through her silent morning and she nearly jumped, glancing over her shoulder to the hall and her brow furrowed, closing the fridge to find you coming in the back door.

“There you are. I was a little worried, I thought I’d heard you throwing up earlier.”

“Oh.” You winced, “is she still puking?” Right on cue a toilet flush echoed down the hallway.

“What?”

“Emily likes to make up drinking games.” You explained with a small laugh, crossing through the kitchen to fix yourself a coffee.

“Turns out I suck at mini golf.” Emily groaned, finally making her way into the kitchen, “or…. I’m really good at it?” She glanced to you hopefully and you barked out a laugh.

“You got a couple fluke hole in ones. You were terrible.”

“Why is it so bright in here?” She grumbled, grabbing the sunglasses off your head before looking you up and down and realizing how you were dressed. “Did you go on a fucking run?!” She punched you in the shoulder before dropping herself into a stool at the kitchen island. “How are you not dying?”

“I didn’t mix my booze.” You laughed, “and I ate before I met up with you.”

“We had dinner there!”

“We had snacky food that we shared.” You squeezed at her shoulder.

“Did you want breakfast?” Alex asked, a smirk on her lips as she glanced between the two of you.

“Yes please.”

“No!” Emily groaned, burying her face in her arms before looking up with a grimace, reaching out toward you, “I’ll take that coffee though.”

“Ah!” Alex swatted in your direction before pulling a bottle of water from the fridge, sliding it across the island to the other woman, “no caffeine yet. You need to hydrate before you dehydrate all over again. Coffee’s just going to make you feel worse and it’ll fuck up your cortisol levels and make you even more jittery and that hang-xiety will skyrocket.” Her head tilted when all Emily did was glare at her and attempt to steal your coffee again, “you have to listen to me, I’m a doctor.”

“You have a PHD.” Emily’s eyes narrowed, “you’re not a medical doctor.”

“No.” Alex nudged the water closer to her again, “but I was married to one for nearly twenty years.” She turned her back, opening the freezer and digging through it until she found what she was looking for, presenting it to Emily. “Here.”

“I’m really not in the mood for a freezie right now Alex.”

“It’s made of Pedialyte. They taste better and work just as well.”

“You really are a mommy.” She mumbled, the familiar gleam returning to her eyes when she glanced toward you and you choked on your coffee, a stark laugh coming from Alex. “If I finish this do I get coffee?”

“You finish that and some water without puking and I’ll take you to McDonald’s on the way back to your place.”

“Promise?” She pouted in your direction and you laughed again.

“Yeah, just let me change and eat first. Maybe you should eat some crackers.”

“I’m never going out with you again.” She threatened, pulling another laugh from Alex as she turned back to the stove.

“It was all your idea Emily!” You called as you disappeared around the corner of the hallway and Emily scowled in realization that you’d taken your coffee with you.

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

Masterlist

(Part Twenty-Two)

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Due to the time frame that comas involving alcohol usually occured in, you wanted to get your daughter a gift just in case she woke up. You were quite confident in the fact that she would be waking up soon- but who knows really, because Kennedy was in a damn coma.

Before you left the house, you showed the rest of the boys things that they could be doing. You had cable TV and YouTube available. There was also an Xbox 360 plugged into the wall with hundreds of games on it. “MineCraft is fun, why don’t you three play that together? It can be a team-building game, I suppose.”

“So, where are we going, (Y/n)?” Soap asked while staring out the window. It was nice for him to actually be able to look out the window and see the landscape. You know… since they all drive on the left side of the road.

You checked your GPS. “Target. They have some stuff that Kennedy would like there.” When Soap gave you a look of ‘what the hell is a target’ you laughed. “Do they not have one on your side of the world? Oh, that’s depressing. It’s like… er… Walmart?”

Soap nodded, seemingly embarrassed. “Got it.” He drummed his fingers on his thighs, then sighed. “About this morning, you and Ghost… I didn’t--”

“Yes you did,” you interrupted him before he could even say it. Soap shut his mouth real quick. Your fingers around the wheel tightened as you let out a deep sigh. “I’m sure Ghost is a fine man outside of work, but the only person I know him as is… Lieutenant Ghost- okay? He seems to keep his outside life private too, it seems impossible to intrude on that- and I don’t want to intrude on that.” Your shoulders tensed as the light turned red, and knowing this one would last a while, you turned to Soap. “You should know the issue of rank as well, John. No superior can ever be with anyone that is ranked less than them, it’s written in the handbook.”

Damn. It sounded like you had taken a lot of time to consider this, but you made sure to put out that you (sort of) weren’t interested. “Wait- I’m confused. Ignoring rank… would you go after a man like Ghost?”

Ignoring rank… You jumped when someone honked at you and started the drive forward again. “Depends, John. Is Ghost a man who wants someone in his life like that?”

You ended up getting her some Pokemon cards, as you were teaching her how to play and trade when she would come over to the house. You also got one of the electronic dogs that a kid would pretend-take care of. The lady that was at the check-out wanted you to have gone to self…

“Awww, is it y’all’s daughter’s birthday? How cute…” Soap muttered something that you couldn’t understand as you just smiled at the woman. “Have a nice day!”

The next trip would be to the hospital. You yourself wanted to talk to the doctor that was taking care of Kennedy, which would leave a little time before talking with the legal team. You gave Soap a mask then put one around your own mouth.

Shawn and Kiara were not at the hospital- thankfully, so you and technically Soap had the room to yourselves. He took a seat in one of the chairs, fiddling with the pokemon deck not opened with furrowed brows. You were talking outside of the room with the doctor, someone who actually knew what was going on.

“I’m sorry to say that she hasn’t woken up yet, we’re honestly surprised here.” The doctor, Johnson, said while rubbing her arms. “We’re not sure she will wake up at this rate, Ms. (L/n).” Her eyes met yours- and she could see the tears forming.

You knew about the effects of alcohol and children. Their little bodies can’t handle the contents of what’s in the bottle, no matter what. It’s why you told Shawn to get a fucking liquor cabinet and keep alcohol in something that Kennedy couldn’t reach or mess with. “It’s just some alcohol poisoning… she has to wake up.” You turned around to look at your daughter.

Dr. Johnson left you at that note, saying to press the red button if you needed anything or if anything changed with Kennedy. You walked back into the room and plopped into the chair next to Soap, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn’t pull back, but looked down at you in confusion. “Any… good news?”

“They have doubts about her waking up,” you mumbled. Your watch beeped, indicating that it was 1:50pm. Just ten minutes before the people would arrive. “I’m one of the worst mothers to ever exist.”

Oh god. Soap rubbed your shoulder in reassurance, not sure what to do other than that. “You… You weren’t here so you can’t blame yourself. And your ex-husband just… he doesn’t seem like the brightest individual.” You snorted. “Don’t beat yourself up too hard about it, okay?”

You hummed, then lifted your head from his shoulder. “Thanks, John.” The man nodded then turned his attention to the door, where two people in suits were standing. “Umm… do you mind waiting outside for this? I’ll fill you in. I don’t even think you can be here for this.”

Soap nodded again, then walked out of the room, giving one last look at the situation and your daughter. “Let me know if you need me.” Then the door closed.

You redirected your seat onto the hospital bed next to Kennedy while the two suits took the seats you and Soap had. They took out a folder from a briefcase, cleared their throats, then sighed. “(Y/n) (L/n), I presume?”

A/N: Fun fact about you in this story. What helps you cope with things is comfort. It's why you're so touchy :)

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rule #27 - drunk on pride

Rule #27 - Drunk on Pride - Fish in a Birdcage

➼ information ❧ Bungou Stray Dogs ❧ Pairings: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi ❧ Tags: gunshot wounds, drinking, mild hurt/comfort, no ability users au, mild gore, medical inaccuracies, light angst, stitches, no armed detective agency au ❧ Summary: Akutagawa and Atsushi have been on the run from the Port Mafia for a year and a half. In an altercation with the Mafia during their stay in a faraway country, Atsushi takes a gunshot to the leg. Akutagawa has to pull out the bullet before lead poisoning can set in. Unfortunately, the only anesthetic Atsushi has is two bottles of vodka and the fear of pain. ❧ Word Count: 2,529 ❧ Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own ❧ Original post date: 14 October 2023

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Two bottles of vodka rest in the small area around Atsushi’s hotel bed. One gradually empties down Atsushi’s throat, and the other remains if, for some ungodly reason, the forty percent alcohol content isn’t enough to get him blackout drunk. He already wants to throw up — liquor has never settled particularly well in his stomach. He continues to guzzle vodka anyway because the pulsing pain in his leg is worse than the hangover he will undoubtedly have.

Several bottles of water are waiting for him in the refrigerator, but he doesn’t think he’ll need or want them. Akutagawa patiently waits in the other bed for the alcohol to settle in Atsushi’s system. His handgun waits an inch from his hands, the safety turned off and loaded with fresh bullets. Dirt, blood, and grime have already stained the white sheets' top layer of both their beds, more so Atsushi’s than Akutagawa's. Atsushi doesn’t have the privilege of showering just yet.

“This tastes horrible. You know I hate vodka,” Atsushi groans, setting the little-over-halfway-finished bottle by his waist. He shakily wipes away the liquid remnants from his lips.

“It’s the highest alcohol content they have here,” Akutagawa says nonchalantly, but the stiff set of his jaw and tensed shoulders betray his concern. “If you hate it so much, try not to get shot next time.”

It nearly takes more restraint than he has to not launch the other full bottle directly at Akutagawa’s head. The only reason he doesn’t is because he knows they need to be careful about how much money they are spending. They still had large amounts of several different currencies saved, but money can be burned just as easily as it can be stolen. A freak accident could force them to have to foot the uninsured expenses of a real hospital visit, or they could be cornered and need to hop several countries at once. Fake IDs, weapons, bribes, and plane tickets don’t come cheap.

In any case, the vodka is a luxury item. He can’t bring himself to throw it away so easily.

“I hope it's you next time,” Atsushi settles for. Unfortunately, his words contain none of the bite he intended.

“There better not be a next time,” Akutagawa replies with a thin layer of firmness that only comes from anxiety. He lays an idle finger on the handle of his gun.

His voice is sobering enough for Atsushi to knock back a couple more gulps. It’s heavy and uncomfortable and tastes like cough medicine. A tell-tale buzz settles in his head and his vision crosses uncontrollably. He inclines his chin at Akutagawa. “I’m starting to feel it. We should get started now.”

The pain in his thigh has come to a stagnant throb since he’s been lying on the bed. It’s better than it was before, but that’s not necessarily saying much when before was running on a fresh bullet wound, then further walking on it bandaged and bleeding. They don’t have any painkillers on them unfortunately, and Akutagawa doesn’t want to risk leaving the hotel room long enough to pick up a new bottle from the drugstore.

His only relief is vodka of all drinks. Before, he only had a marginal distaste for it. Now it quickly climbs to his least favorite beverage of all time. He won’t ever be able to look at a bottle again without remembering painful nights that only consisted of him, Akutagawa, vodka, and whatever shelter they managed to find.

Akutagawa washes his hands at the sink before pulling out the only supplies they have for an impromptu surgery: a sewing needle, stitches, scissors, and a fresh roll of gauze. A set of clothes waits at the side of his bed for when all is done and he needs to change out of his blood-stained pants and shirt.

After placing all of their equipment on the right side of the bed, Akutagawa straddles Atsushi’s calves. He hesitates when he reaches for the hastily wound bandage. It’s only because Atsushi’s hand is in the way, and it's trembling. It isn’t a slight shake, either — it's like an earthquake has erupted in his bones.

Atsushi knows that his tremors and rapid heartbeat aren’t from the alcohol alone. He’s terrified. Pain scares him unlike any beast known to man. As an orphan who never knew a kind hand, and as a young adult on the run from a deadly mafia organization, one would think he would’ve learned to get over it. Somehow, he hasn’t, and knowing that he’s about to experience the worst pain in his entire life is leaving him in shambles.

“Do you still want more time to get drunk?” Akutagawa asks. His gray eyes narrow with worry. He doesn’t push for an answer when Atsushi doesn’t answer immediately. Akutagawa knows his problem with pain, just as Atsushi knows Akutagawa’s problem with dogs. They know the seriousness in which to take the matter; it comes with the territory of being as unnaturally close as they are.

A year and a half on the run from Yokohama’s Port Mafia does that to a couple.

Slowly, Atsushi shakes his head. “No. Just get it over with,” he grits out, forcing his hand to grip the comforter instead. He takes another swig of vodka and prays he’ll be in a drunken stupor before it's over.

Akutagawa doesn’t waste a second longer and begins peeling the bandage off of Atsushi’s thigh. His wound throbs from the release of pressure, though it’s no longer bleeding. It’s a good thing, he supposes, that he didn’t lose any more blood than he did. If they had to go register in a hospital so close to where they attacked, they surely would’ve been cornered and killed. He breathes deeply and tries to reconcile his living status with the pain he faces. It doesn’t work all that well, but the key word is try.

Akutagawa discards the soiled bandage to the small, carpeted space between their beds. Blood will undoubtedly seep into it and be a hassle to get out. Atsushi feels a twinge of guilt for the poor roomkeepers who are going to have to clean the mess that they definitely aren’t going to fix themselves. The most they’ll end up doing is trashing the bad bandages and clothes, but the rest will be left to strangers.

His attention returns to his thigh as he feels cold metal against his skin. His boyfriend cuts away the fabric of his pants with their pair singular pair of scissors. Atsushi takes a deep breath as his skin turns into pop rocks and his mouth runs dry of saliva. The worst part of it all is that he can feel phantom pains, imagined from his restless mind in preparation for what will come next.

He takes one small sip of vodka, the bottle now nearly empty. It’s all he can manage since it threatens to come back up his throat in a violent wave of nausea. He wishes he could take in more. The ratchet taste is becoming neutral and faded on his dulling tongue, and he really wants to not feel the next part.

Akutagawa doesn’t give him any more time to imagine the pain, because as soon as he sets the scissors down, his fingers plunge straight into the entry wound. It’s all Atsushi can do to bite back his scream. They chose a hotel for optimal cleanliness and proper sleep, but they sacrificed privacy. If he lets out a loud noise, people will hear and report the disturbance to the front desk. Worse yet, they could come knocking on the door to investigate the noise themselves.

So he doesn’t scream, but he does curse out the names of all vodka brands. None of his senses have dulled enough to counteract this level of pain. Molten lava covers his entire leg in a thick coat of burning fire. Akutagawa’s untrimmed nails cut through his flesh and veins as he roots for the bullet lodged inside, and it feels like he’s getting slashed with a twelve-inch blade.

It’s always as bad as he fears. Worse, even. He chugs the remaining bit of the vodka, and the bottle trembles in his white-knuckled grip on its neck. Akutagawa’s fingers dig deeper into the wound, and it takes all that he has to not thrash or yell. He settles for heavy gasps and low whines that, if heard, are much easier to explain away. His vision blurs with both tears and the effect of an entire bottle’s worth of alcohol.

It holds sixteen shots of vodka, and it takes approximately eight for him to get drunk. He consumed the whole thing in a little less than an hour.

And yet, he can still feel it as Akutagawa accidentally pushes the bullet deeper into his thigh in his attempt to grab it. Vodka isn’t worth shit, he thinks hazily as his back arches against the heavy weight on his legs and his death grip on the comforter. His head hits the headboard with a heavy thunk.

He does not scream.

But he does cry.

His tears come down in uncontrollable waves as Akutagawa pulls out the bullet in quite possibly the slowest manner he can muster. Somewhere behind the rapidly growing veil of intoxication, Atsushi recognizes the importance of being meticulous and careful. But it's his thigh that's now actively gushing blood all over his pants and sheets , and Akutagawa takes his precious time examining the bullet. It’s covered in thick crimson liquid and bits of flesh that it couldn’t bear to part with.

Underneath the blood is a gold shell that managed to remain intact despite his persistent movement. He couldn’t stay off of his leg for long until they made it to their getaway car, and even then he still had to make it to the hotel room without making it too obvious that he’d been shot.��He guesses he got lucky that the bullet didn’t fracture.

Not that it would make his situation much different. Akutagawa would still have to pilfer through his thigh to dig out the shards to prevent lead poisoning, and Atsushi would just have to take it even though pain is his worst enemy.

Such is life when you steal nine hundred million yen from the Port Mafia and run away with one of their higher-ranking members. Atsushi had it coming.

Akutagawa puts the bullet on the nightstand rather than tossing it on the bloody pile of bandages on the floor. The next step — God, there’s more — is the stitches. Atsushi hates getting stitches. Each puncture in his tender flesh always hurts more than the last, and at this point, his wound has gotten significantly larger than it had been before due to the extraction process so the whole ordeal is going to last even longer than usual.

Great. Just great.

Perhaps the vodka is setting in after all.

His boyfriend ties one end of the suture around the bent needle, and he pinches Atsushi’s wound so tight it forces an unsolicited sob from the back of his throat. For the first time since the operation started, Akutagawa spares one glance up at Atsushi’s face. He has a hand over his mouth, biting into it to both redirect his focus on the pain and muffle his cries.

Their gazes meet, and Akutagawa mumbles something Atsushi can’t quite catch over the sound of his own whines. His expression is drawn into remorse, though, so it isn’t hard for his muddled brain to accurately guess what he said.

The feel of sutures going through his pulsing flesh and sensitive skin is unlike anything else, therefor hard to forget and easy to recognize. It’s exactly how one would imagine a snake crawling inside their intestines, or an ant traversing their veins. When the suture is tightened to pull the skin together, it feels then like the animal has clamped their sharp little teeth over wherever they are in the body.

Atsushi loses count of the number of times his skin pulls quickly. He blames it in part on his inebriation and another on not being able to see the stitches themselves all that quickly from his position. Akutagawa’s hair covers most of Atsushi’s line of sight.

The scissors snip off the end of the suture line, leaving the only part left to change out of his pants, clean off the blood and gore on his leg as best as they can, and bind the wound back with gauze. When Akutagawa looks at him, Atsushi can already tell what the question at his lips will be.

“I can’t stand. In too much pain and definitely too drunk,” he says, and it allows an exorbitant amount of salty tears into his mouth. Akutagawa gives him a once-over with a kind of scrutinizing look, but he moves on without complaint.

Getting his pants off is an unnecessarily difficult process that includes a lot more pain than Atsushi would have wanted. Akutagawa wets a handcloth with hot water and scrubs off the gore on his thigh in and around the wound. It’s not bleeding anymore, and of course that’s when Atsushi finally loses feeling in all his limbs and muscles. After the gauze has already been wrapped around his leg — after everything is over.

Akutagawa sits beside Atsushi, stoking his fingers gently through white hair. He detangles the knots he comes across with ease. They’ve done this a hundred times before, where one is more tired or injured from the day's events and the other holds him until he’s able to rest. It’s familiar; warming and sickening at the same time. It means they have each other, but it also means their nightmare isn’t over.

It’ll be over in six months, he reminds himself. Six months until their side of the agreement with ex-Port Mafia executive and successful defector, Dazai Osamu, is completed.

If you can survive two years on the run from the Port Mafia unaided, my friends and I will lend you our protection.

Those were the only conditions. Akutagawa and Atsushi’s contact has been limited to only text messages by Dazai at every important interval. The first text had been when they survived for one month. The next for six, the one after for a year.

Just yesterday, their eighteen-month celebratory text came in. It’s their only lifeline, their only reason to continue this uphill fight against a violent organization that is very good at doing one thing: silencing defectors.

If Dazai could make it as one man, they could certainly make it as two.

Atsushi’s thoughts slow and Akutagawa’s gentle petting becomes a distant memory. His last thoughts are spent wondering if his boyfriend used to do this with his sister and if they comforted each other after dangerous missions that left them tattered and beaten. He wonders which part of him is motivated by escaping the same fate as his dead sister and what is motivated by exacting revenge on those who have hurt his loved ones.

He’ll have to ask later when he isn’t drunk off his mind on decidedly the worst type of liquor in existence.

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