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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART 13 ( FINAL )

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

A/N: Omg can't believe that we reached the end of this ff! I started this fic on Dec 12, 2023 and today it's ending on April 19, 2024 🥺.

Thank you everyone for Being part of this journey, thank you for reading, for your support and for your patience! I truly appreciate and you guys truly saved me! I love every single one of you 💗💗💗.

I hope you enjoy this final part as well, and stay tuned more fics are coming 🔜

I'll post an analysis of this fic to emphasize the meanings, morals and life lessons included, if you're interested of course!

Again thank you so much 🙏🏻🫶🏻

Warning: SMUTTT MDNI 🔞 NOT PROOFREAD ⚠️

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In your house, the place that now you can confidently call a home. Crazy how when two souls bind they make any cold and abandoned place, alive and warm.

Satoru closed your bedroom door as both you got inside, his blue eyes never leaving yours, his hands circled your waist, as you walked backwards.

"You gave me a hard time y/n! I thought you hated me for real!"

With hazy eyes that seduced the shit out of him, you spoke,

"I had to give you a taste of your own medicine Satoru"

"Oh God, this attitude gets me fucking hard for you" he blurted out, growing more impatient.

You smirked as you saw how desperate he was,

"Too excited, Satoru?" you teased,

"Mhm, I know you are too!" he answered, pushing you on the big bed and hovered over you, taking you by surprise on how fast he was, "if you allow me my princess"

You nodded, your mind racing with wild thoughts that contradicted your innocent face, you can't wait to feel him inside of you, filling every inch that's screaming for him.

"It-its my first time though–"

"Don't worry princess, just trust me"

He leaned down pressing his lips on yours, moaning into the kiss. He stripped out of his clothes in front you, you watched him fully naked before your eyes that scanned him, your inside throbbing, growing impatient wanting him to fill the emptiness inside you. Now he helped you out of your clothes. He paused for a moment to admire your body that was under him. His blue eye glistening with love and lust. His large hands reached to touch your neck, chest, abdomen and then rested on your thighs, spreading your legs.

You closed your eyes as you felt the tickling sensation of his long fingers running on the soft skin of your inner thighs.

"Open your eyes princess, keep your eyes on me"

You nodded and did as he said feeling the heat,

"Mhm"

"Fuck... look at you princess so wet for me"

You gasped a bit when you felt his breath on your pussy. He admired you for a bit, the his tongue started working on pleasuring you down there.

You felt the need to grab into something, so your hands found their way to his hair, pulling on it.

"S-shit" you moaned,

as he continued to eat you out,

"Let it go baby", he whispered still devouring you till you cane around his tongue.

"Fuck"

"You taste so good baby, daamn" he exclaimed as he now slowly pushed himself inside you. "F-fuck baby" he groaned at your tightness.

"S-satoru"

"T-tell me when you w-want me t-to move baby" he groaned wanting to thrust into you so bad.

"You can move" you whispered

He slowly started moving, looking at you making sure you felt comfortable. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss, while he pulled out and pushed back into you. You whimpered from the new sensation that made you crave him even more.

"You okay?"

"Mhm f-faster"

He smirked, finally getting the green light ti pound you, each thrust sent both of you on cloud nine.

"Satoru don't stop" you moaned rolling your eyes back.

Your words and moans only motivated him to keep going faster and harder leading him and you to your climax.

"Shit, I-I'm close S-satoru" you shut your eyes tightly.

"Fuck—together baby"

You rocked your hips up, both of your hearts pounding out of your chests till both of you released at the same time.

"Yeaah oh fuck baby"

He laid next to you on the bed for a few moments looking into each other's eyes then started giggling as he pulled you to his chest.

"you did so good princess, I love you so much"

"I love you too"

.....

"Here! lemme help you clean up!"

"Thanks" you smiled softly

"What about we watch a movie and cuddle till we fall asle–.. are you okay?" he asked as he saw you zoning out.

"I–I'm" but you couldn't finish your sentence, feeling out of breath.

"Y/n what's wrong?" asked Gojo worriedly,

"I- I can't breathe–" you stuttered,

You quickly put on your panties, and grabbed Gojo's shirt that was thrown on the bedroom floor and put it on, hurrying outside for some air. You clutched your chest, coughing violently, each cough racked your body making you stumble into the wall and random objects.

"Baby- y/n lemme take you to Shoko" he said trying to grab you, but you flinched away, you were too sensitive to any touch,

"No-no"

"Baby please wait" he pleaded, still fully naked,

You swung the house door open, rushing to the street trying to inhale fresh air as much as possible but it was too hard to do so, making effort to breathe. Barefoot, only in Gojo's shirt that became a dress on you. Desperately gasping for oxygen. Cold sweat trickled down your forehead, your vision blurred, dizziness taking over you, your world spinning trying your best to take control over your body that betrayed you.

Gojo rushed outside as well, he had to put his pants on before chasing after you. He couldn't leave the house naked.

"AAAAAAA" you screamed your lungs out, as your eyes scanned your surroundings,

"Y/N" yelled Gojo, fear taking over him, he hugged you tightly, you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

With a flick of his finger he exorcised the curses that were surrounding both of you in the area, making them disappear in a matter of seconds.

"A-re those–?" you mumbled, feeling your heart beats get steadier and your breathing back to normal.

"Yes, curses! wait– you can see them!??" he asked, his eyes widened when he realized you saw the curses.

"Wait!!! I saw them?!!" you looked at Gojo in surprise processing the fact that you can see curses now.

"Does that mean–"

"My curse broke!?"

"Your curse broke!?"

both of you exclaimed at the same time, looking at each other in surprise.

Gojo hugged you tight, spinning you around.

"Omg baby finally!!! We have to go to Jujutsu High now!" he added,

"Wait– can we go tomorrow? I don't think I'm ready to face them, besides I'm still processing it" you said looking uncomfortable.

"I know, but I'm sorry princess, we don't have a choice! it is a must that we inform them now! All of us have been waiting for this"

You nodded in defeat, after all informing them is totally the better option than seeing other curses and not knowing what to do beside screaming.

You went back to your house, took a shower and put on some proper clothes on while Satoru made a phone call to Principal Yaga.

"You ready sweetheart?" he asked.

"Yeah ready" you answered with a deep breath.

"Hey hey babe, look at me! it will be alright. I'll be by your side the whole time okay?" he said cupping your cheeks.

• At Jujutsu High •

You hesitantly sat on the chair, the higher-ups eyes fixated on your every move, making you feel extremely awkward.

"So Gojo Y/n, Satoru told us that you were able to see curses tonight and that you had trouble breathing and dizziness?" said one of the higher ups

"Mhm yes right, I couldn't breathe and I had a weird feeling as if I'm being choked or suffocated and when I went out for some air I've seen 3 curses surrounding us"

"And you're aware of what that means?"

"It means my curse broke— right?"

"Correct! how did it break though? what did you do to break it? It's been months since taking your vows why did it break tonight?" he asked

"uhm" you didn't know what to say,

You and Satoru looked at each other, and you can see the smirk on his face, then you realized that the vows were not the ones to break the curse, but true love bonding; by making love.

You can feel your cheeks warm up, a red tint colored them. Satoru lowered his head trying not to burst into uncontrollable laughter when he saw how shy you got from your realization.

You stuttered not knowing what to say, it was really inappropriate to tell them that sex with Gojo broke it. With a small chuckle Gojo looked at them and said,

"Don't worry about it, it just did, I helped her with it"

"It is official then. Y/n ! starting from today you're officially a Jujutsu Sorcerer welcome to our society"

You kinda felt proud that now you're part of something and not just a purposeless human being who doesn't even know themselves. But at the same time you felt terrified at the fact that you've got hella responsibilities on your shoulder starting from tonight.

"Thank you" you muttered, fidgeting with your fingers.

"But I must tell you, a lot of special grade curses will attempt to attack you and kill you–"

"Not only curses but also the other sorcerers" said one of the other higher ups

"other sorcerers? aren't all sorcerers serving the same purpose, killing curses?" you asked

"Well, as you can see, not all sorcerers are good, staring from your case with Mei Mei, there are many of them and more worse than her. You're considered both a balance and a threat to our world y/n" he explained

You felt extremely uneasy and uncomfortable, too much pressure, too much information to process. Feeling very overwhelmed more than ever. Your forehead dripping with cold sweat.

"I know you've already told me that the prophecy said I'll bring balance but how? what is my task exactly?" you asked, questions making your head spin.

"You're the strongest now, and to remain that way you mustn't die, it's all in your hands from now on, the Jujutsu Community depends on you for protection from the Ultimate danger"

"The ultimate danger?"

"You know our task as sorcerers to exorcise curses and protect the normals, those who can't defeat themselves"

"Yes?"

"Well the prophecy didn't only mention you, it mentioned also the danger we'll face, it is mentioned that an ancient and dark sorcerer will try to invade humanity with curse energy leading an evolution, a world full of sorcerers and curses"

"So the non sorcerers are at risk?"

"Exactly but also the sorcerers"

"Is it Sukuna that will carry this deed?"

"No! not Sukuna"

"Huh? isn't he an ancient dark–?"

"He is a special grade curse, but it's not Sukuna's plan to make the world full of sorcerers that want to exorcise him, Sukuna's goal is to be the ruler, gather followers and execute those who do not submit" explained Satoru

"Then who's this sorcerer?"

"We don't know! but all what we know that you'll be the first one to confront him" added Principal Yaga.

You gulped, being the first one; without experience on how to use your Jujutsu, and to meet one ancient strong sorcerer that has destructive plans is kinda crazy and it made your heart go crazy. What if you're not capable of defeating him? What if you disappoint the Jujutsu Community that has faith in you?

All of these questions burned your throat, but you can't ask them, you'd be seen as weak and scared and you definitely can't let them know that.

"Alright then" you simply said, then excused yourself and left the meeting room.

Gojo followed you, he can sense your discomfort.

You stood in the balcony, joined by your husband.

"It's not an easy task you've got" he started,

"Ugh thanks for reminding me again Satoru" you rolled your eyes at him.

"Come on Y/n! you'll get used to it" he whispered pulling you close to him by your waist, his big arms surrounding you in a protective way.

"I don't even know what my technique is Satoru"

"Oh but I do!"

"You do?"

"Yes, your technique was already foreseen, its a heritage from a very ancient sorcerer, the last sorcerer that had it was like 200 years ago. That sorcerer maintained balance in our world for years, emphasizing safety for both sorcerers and non-sorcerers, there's a reason you won against me during our fight, it blew my mind that you succeeded in laying a punch even though i had my infinity on. Your technique is copying others techniques just by touching them while it is activated. You can use their techniques against them"

"Wait what?? How do I know? And what if I'm fighting against curses ? how am I supposed to defeat them since not all curses have a technique, not all of them are special grade or first grade after all?"

"Good question, actually you have a strong burst of curse energy that could easily destroy curses, you just need to learn how to activate it"

"So I need a lot of practice huh? A long way to go? What if I'm not ready yet to face that sorcerer?"

"You don't need practice, you're a natural at it, you just need to try and believe in yourself, in your abilities, in your technique, that's how you're gonna summon it, you've got the spirit of the great old sorcerers in you, you're capable of everything Y/n just search inside of you... you're capable of things you don't know you're capable of"

His words were very comforting and motivating, you can feel your tense muscles relax slowly, nodding your head at his words.

"I believe in you y/n" he added, kissing your forehead.

You closed your eyes taking into the moment.

You can't deny that his words boosted your confidence and your ego, it's finally your time to shine.

"Embrace this new version of you Y/n!" he added kissing your temple.

"–I wanna meet Mei Mei" you said out of the blue.

"Huh? meet Mei Mei?"

"Yeah! I'm not allowed?" you raised your eyebrow.

"No not like that, you're allowed of course, it just was unexpected, I thought you didn't wanna see her face"

"You're right, but you said I have to embrace this new version of me so maybe it's time to speak my mind and confront others instead of hiding" you said confidently.

"Damn I love this mindset" he said with a smile.

"Oh but trust me you're next" you said teasingly.

"Wait what?" he said panicking.

"Come on Satoru, you know I'm not fully done with you"

"But I thought you forgave me" he said pouting.

"Oh I did but it's about time I forget, come on take me to Mei Mei"

You were serious though, you didn't forget what he'd done to you yet. It's true you love him with all of your heart, and he does too but you felt that ignoring him for a week wasn't a proper punishment.

......

Gojo took you to the prison where Mei Mei is staying. He unlocked the door stepping inside.

"Gojo? you came!" said Mei Mei but het smile dropped instantly right after she saw you take a step inside her cell.

Satoru stood by the door, while you moved closer towards her, you can tell by the look on her face that she felt something different coming from you, something intimidating, something strong, not the usual you.

"Y/n y–"

without saying anything you interrupted her with a slap across her face. You slapped her with all your might earning a gasp from her and from your husband, his eyes widened, he didn't see it coming.

Mei Mei looked at you in shock, and said in confusion,

"You slapped m—"

"Oh I did! I could've done more but I just chose not to"

"You—"

"Uh uh no no! I'll talk and you will listen Mei Mei, Im here to speak my mind, to say the things that I couldn't say before because I thought my words won't make any difference, and even if they don't now I really don't care because I'll speak any way"

You paused for a second, leaning towards her, your eyes piercing through her soul.

"I hope you're enjoying your time here in this cell, reflecting on what you had done and most importantly realizing that you deserve to be here. I hope you realize that all of us pay for what we do. Because sooner or later we won't escape the universe's justice. and I hope you realize that what you've done to me is terrible, I hope you feel the guilt every day and I hope it eats you up for trying to ruin what was already ruined life, for trying to kill me. You know something Mei Mei I allowed you to hurt me because I didn't know I can protect myself, I didn't know I was capable of stopping someone from harming me both physically and emotionally because I was weaker than all of you. But now I do and damn it feels great. You and Toji will both suffer. See all of what you do to others will come around to you and you can't hide from it so enjoy your stay here" You said,

and started walking towards Gojo who was leaning against the door frame proud of you happy that you finally realize your worth and potential.

You held his hand and then looked back at Mei Mei,

"Oh by the way Mei Mei, your attempts to tear us apart only drew us closer so thank you for that" you added,

then walked out hand in hand with Satoru making sure to lock the door.

"That was hot" exclaimed Gojo

"Oh you think so?"

" I know so"

He grabbed your chin making you look up at him,

"I know that you'll punish me anyway, you won't let it slip but I'm lucky that you didn't hate me I was worried really worried, you were so cold so distant as if I wasn't visible to you. So I'm going to accept any punishment from you as long as you don't hate me"

"you know I had to do it"

" I know I know I deserve to be treated like that, but I thought we had no hope I thought our marriage was over the moment I was hoping to fix things so I'm glad you gave me a chance to make it up for you to be a real husband so.you can punish me now but promise not to leave me cuz if you do then I'll drown again"

"You know something; we all make mistakes and wr are the ones who decide to fix them before it's too late or to ignore them but learn how to live with the consequence"

"You're right, I don't wanna live with the consequences, I wanna live happily with you Y/n"

You looked up at him, you can see the softness in his eyes and the way he speaks to you, you can't help but fall more and more deep for him.

"So please tell me that you won't leave me" he pleaded, a hint of worry visible in his tone.

He was feeling really overwhelmed, he knew you being the strongest now means you're at risk in every step you take, that you're targeted by many who want to haunt you down. He was worried that he might lose you, and besides he was afraid you might not be able to forget what happened in the past and end up hating him, even though you said you loved him. He was dealing with mixed feelings, trying to fix many things at the same time and trying to protect you but he knows the higher ups won't allow him to.

"Please-"

"I-" you started to speak but got interrupted by no other than Megumi,

"Oh Gojo finally!!!"

"Megumi?" you and your husband said at the same time.

"Oh Y/n sensei!"

"Is everything okay?" asked Gojo

"Nah it's far from being okay !! it's Yuji!!"

"What happened to Yuuji??" you asked worriedly as you walked towards Megumi

"Sukuna took over him, and we don't know where he is now"

"What do you mean Sukuna took over him?" questioned Gojo

"I was in my room sleeping then I heard a noise outsiders when I looked outside of the window I thought it was Yuji but when he looked back it was Sukuna, when I went down to stop him he was already gone"

"Shit shit shit" you said, "we need go and look for him...now"

"Baby—wait, you can wait in our room I'll go and look for him" said Gojo

"What do you mean Satoru! Yuuji is in danger and you expect me to hide in our room and do nothing to find him? I'm going with all of you, now!"

Megumi looked at Gojo as you started walking away,

"What's wrong? you look worried ?" said Megumi

"Yes Megumi yes, you know she's in danger and we don't know what to expect"

"You can't change fate Gojo! it's what the prophecy said, I'm sure Y/n will manage , you should be the first one to put your faith in her! besides she's got time till her curse breaks and she'll practice being a sorcerer"

"She's a sorcerer now"

"She's gonna be ok— wait what did you say?"

"Her curse broke tonight, she's announced a sorcerer by the higher ups"

"Oh"

"Mhm"

"I can understand your worry now, but she's gonna be fine! she's strong!"

"I know, come one let's go" said Gojo with a sigh...

.....

• Time skip •

A couple of hours are now separating you form the break of dawn, Gojo was trying not to leave your side the whole time you were searching for Yuuji, he was always keeping a protective eye on you, scanning your surroundings making sure no one around is trying to harm you.

All of you; students and teachers met up again in Jujutsu High, to find another plan.

You were in the school garden, sitting on the stairs waiting for the higher ups to call for an urgent meeting, your heart aching for Yuuji, he's the sweetest boy you've ever met and you were genuinely scared for him, all what you were thinking about was him, you were hoping to find him and save him from Sukuna's hands, Gojo was discussing things with Principal Yaga most likely about you and the students trying to figure out where he could possibly go.

....

"I see you're alone y/n. Stargazing as usual?" said a deep voice that made you stand up quickly from your seat.

"Ryomen Sukuna" you said and started walking towards him, "You better leave Yuuji alone" you threatened.

"Wait wait, it's true then, they weren't lying , I can feel it emitting from you" he said as he exhaled,

"What and who are you talking about? "

"Your curse energy, pretty strong, it's intoxicating"

"Yeah you were more than excited to fight me when I become a sorcerer, here I'm in front of you, I'll fight you so you better let go of Yuuji"

"Uh no, I know I said that, but I'm no longer interested in fighting you, someone else will"

But before you could ask him, you saw a group of people entering Jujutsu High, coming your way.

"Good luck beautiful, for now I'll watch through this brat's eyes" With those last words, sukuna switched back to Yuji,

"Sensei, sensei run!!!" said Yuuji

"Yuji-Kun are you okay?" you asked worriedly grabbing his forearm

"Yes I am, let's go we need to get inside and find Gojo sensei" he started pulling you away,

but you knew this time there's no running away, thia fight is yours. As much as it terrified you, you can't run away.

"Yuji calm down, go and find Satoru and the others...trust me" you reassured.

"Itadori Yuji, Sukuna's vessel, whats up with that look on your face? still grieving over Junpei?" said a long haired guy,

"Mahito" said Yuji through gritted teeth.

You looked between both of them, the sooner joined by your husband who rushed to tour side, still not aware of those who stood in front of you.

"Y/n, Yuji you're here!? are you okay? did Sukuna do something? where did you go?"

"He went to talk to these bastards" answered Yuji pointing at them,

The moment Gojo turned his head to look at them, his eyes widened, his heart dropping to his stomach, a shocked expression displayed on his face as if he saw a ghost,

"S-suguru geto?" he stuttered

"Geto?" you repeated

"Long time no see Satoru" spoke this so called Geto with a gentle voice,

You looked between both of them in confusion.

"Isn't he dead?" you asked out of the blue.

"That's not possible, I killed you" spoke Satoru, his eyes still fixated on the man in front of him.

Sooner you were joined by the other students, Nanami, Utahime and Principal Yaga.

All of them stopped in track the moment their eyes met Geto's eyes.

"Geto?" they said in union.

"I think it's an insult to call me Geto" he said, and walked forward his finger gripping a thin string, opening up those stitches on his forehead revealing his true self. "You can call me Kenjaku"

"Kenjaku?" said the others in union, eyes widening upon his reveal.

You were the only one confused,

"Who the hell is Kenjaku?"

"The ancient sorcerer, mentioned in the prophecy?" explained Nanami

"So I'm gonna fight him? fight a brain or what exactly?" you asked and pointed at him, genuinely confused.

"I see you brought all of them curses with you?" said Gojo

"You can say we work as a team Gojo Satoru, I hope you're not pressed that now you're no longer the strongest" exclaimed Mahito in an offensive tone trying to get in Gojo's nerves

"Is that guy a curse?" you asked Nanami,

"Yeah he is"

"He looks h-human"

"Deceiving right? I look human, but I'm not one, little one. Oh Nanami ready for another battle, I wasn't finished with you last time"

Nanami remained calm but you can see his veins popping out on his neck and temples. The presence of Mahito annoyed him to the core, he might be the most hatred curse out there, more than Sukuna himself. He's just an annoying bitch who likes to play games on others.

"We're here for only one reason, to kill Y/n so move and make it easier for all of us" said Kenjaku.

You can feel your heart jumping out of your throat, no one is able to save you now, you're the one to save you. The prophecy is now a reality and there's no escape from it. It's your fate, it's what you were born for, you existed this whole time just for this moment and you have no other choice but to win this fight and bring balance once again to this messed up community. But a surge of courage took over you, as if you weren't alone, feeling another kind of presence lingering around you.

"You can try and kill me..Kenjaku" you threatened and moved towards him.

And the battle started.

Gojo against Jogo, Nanami and Yuji against Mahito, Nobara and Megumi against Hanami, Inumaki, Panda and Maki against Dagon and You against Kenjaku.

Kenjaku summoned curses with a flick of his fingers, sending them swirling towards you like malevolent spirits hungry for your death. You moved with grace, your movements fluid as you deftly dodged the curses, each one hissing and snarling as it sought to tear you apart. Your moves were natural, a result of years of training in martial arts. You haven't used any curse energy yet. Not sure how to do it, how to summon your energy.

"Just search inside you" you remembered Gojo's word. .

With a deep breath, you tried to focus, looking in front of you as Kenjaku sent one of the curses running towards you, you were focusing, pressing your lips together as the curse was getting closer and closer, but you stood your ground, trying to trust yourself this time.

The moment the curse got right in front of you, inches away from your face, as if the time stopped and started moving slowly. The curse exploded. A burst of if energy left your body.

You successfully summoned that power and now you can feel it take over you, running through your veins. It felt great, you felt unstoppable, powerful and undefeated. You can now exorcise those curses.

With each burst of energy you felt yourself growing stronger, instead of feeling drained, you felt as if you were feeding of the death of those curses who's curse energies faded into the air.

.....

"Next" you said as you looked directly into Kenjaku's eyes, who was hesitant to summon another curse.

"You think you can win against me? I'm no ordinary foe. I have been living through centuries of dark knowledge"

"Then prove it, you're nothing without those curse that you summon" you challenged.

You did trigger him, you actually looked down on him, making him appear as weak. But he didn't know that it was part of your plan to offend him and make him try to fight you. He didn't know about your technique yet so he wasn't careful with his next move.

He ran towards you, trying to lay a punch on you, but it was easy for you to dodge it. In a moment of daring, you lunged forward, your hand reaching out to grasp Kenjaku's cloak. Your skin touched, and in an instant, you felt the surge of power as Kenjaku's own curses turned against him. You can feel yourself taking control, and you were able to manipulate the curses inside Kenjaku, making them respawn no matter how hard he tried to stop you.

The very creatures he had tamed now obeyed your command, their twisted forms holding him down as you stood there looking down at him.

Hanami, Jogo and Dagon were already dead but Mahito was still alive, playing dirty tricks on both Nanami and Yuuji.

But ince you overpowered Kenjaku, everyone stopped in tracks, waiting for you to finish him off and kill him.

You were about to do it, but stopped the moment you felt a presence lingering in the air. It was a warm presence, comforting one it was similar to the one you felt around Gojo, Nanami and your students.

"Maybe it's him" you whispered to yourself.

You looked up, your eyes meeting Gojo's sad eyes. By the look on his face you knew he wasn't ready to witness his bestfriend get killed again, even though it wasn't really his bestfriend but it was his body.

In that moment, you discovered something new in you. You closed your eyes hoping that what you're about to do actually works and don't make a fool of yourself instead. You started focusing, summoning spiritual forces that you didn't know existed within you.

"I know what you're trying to do, but in order to do so you need to sacrifice someone you know that right, if you're trying to kill me to bring Geto back then it's not possible, you'll destroy the body" said Kenjaku out of breath.

"They didn't lie when they said you're ancient, I can tell now.. I have to sacrifice yeah but not necessarily a physical one, I do things differently, it will be a soul, and it's yours" you said with a dirty smirk.

You shut your eyes tightly, tracing Geto's soul energy that was felt. Using a secret and unusual ritual you resurrected his lost soul.

You summoned Geto back, Kenjaku's presence was slowly fading into nothingness, Geto's soul taking over the body once again. Everyone watched his body on the ground, slowly twitching fighting to gain consciousness.

Your eyes shifted to Mahito, you started walking towards him, your eyes darkening as if you were possessed , empowered by ancient souls of old shamans. By your aura, now everyone can tell why you're the strongest.

Being arrogant his whole existence, Mahito actually thought he stood a chance against you after witnessing how you finished off one of the greatest sorcerers across the centuries. He attacked you, thinking he was fast, he out his hand on your shoulder but in a split second before he can actually think of his next move you did the same and placed your small hand on his chest;

"Idle transfiguration" those words left your mouth smoothly, and you watched how his body exploded under your soft touch.

Silence fell over the place, witnessing how you destroyed Mahito easily as if he was nothing.

"What the hell?" said a honey-like voice,

Everyone looked around and it was Geto standing, trying to understand what happened.

"Satoru?" he added softly,

"Suguru" said gojo and ran towards his bestfriend,

He hugged him tightly, unable to process that he's alive and standing right in front of him. Unable ti believe he was real. You brought geto, you brought his bestfriend back, your heart ached for the years full of pain and regret Gojo had to endure, for the nightmares that visited him every night. You smiled to yourself as you saw both of them hug each other hoping that the nightmares will finally leave him alone.

"Suguru, this is my wife, Y/n" said Gojo introducing you to his bestfriend,

But before you could react or say anything, you unexpectedly fell on your knees, the world around you spinning, you over used your curse energy for a beginner. Summoning Geto's soul back took a lot of effort but it was all worth it.

"YN!!!"

.......

You woke up in the hospital, you can feel every bone in your body hurt like a bitch. You looked around, many smiling faces were looking at you.

"SENSEI WELCOME BACK" yelled Yuuji happily.

"Shush Yuji you're so loud, she just woke up" said Megumi in an annoyed tone.

"Baby, are you feeling better?" said Gojo holding your hand, his thumb caressing your soft skin.

"Satoru! mhm I'm fine" you whispered tiredly,

Your head was pounding and you felt really sleepy.

"Ehm your family came to see you baby" he added,

"What?"

You looked at the other side and then you saw your family sitting there in the corner, hesitantly trying to start a conversation with you.

"Mom? Dad?" you said in confusion, not expecting to see then after all this time.

"Come one guys let's give them some privacy hm?" said Gojo pushing his students out.

"Satoru! can you stay please!" you spoke softly, not wanting to stay alone with them cuz you know it might be awkward and you felt too weak and needed your husband to support you.

The others left the room and now you were laying on bed, Gojo holding your hand and your family trying their best to find the right words.

"Yn, my dear we're glad you're okay" begun your mom.

"We were extremely worried about you, when we heard that you had a fight with Kenjaku we thought that you got hurt" added your dad.

"You grew stronger Y/n! we're ready proud of you" said one of your siblings.

You looked at them then at Gojo, you didn't know what to say, it was really awkward. Your family did hurt you the most, and you were expecting them to apologize not to casually show up at the hospital.

"I don't know what to say, I really don't" you spoke, trying not to cry.

"Yn!! we know we failed as parents, we didn't treat you fairly, we messed up and we didn't realize then that it affected you, you always seemed strong, silent.. you didn't show that you were hurting because of us, you seemed normal—"

"Just because I don't speak about it doesn't mean I'm not feeling it mom!"

"We're so sorry about that my sweet Yn. I wish we can make it up for you"

"How? by being present now? after abandoning and neglecting me for years? I know, you came to see me just because I became like you; a sorcerer not because I'm your daughter right?"

"No no baby no, you're our daughter, our sweet Yn! we confess our mistakes, we mistreated you, and you didn't deserve that, not even a bit. I wasn't a good mother, I should have asked you how you felt, I shouldn't take your silence as an answer"

"We failed you Yn and you have every right to cut us off your life. But just know that we love you, and we realized our mistakes really late. We thought that you were living your best life when you got married, we didn't know about the abduction we didn't know about your suffering..and it's our fault because we should've reached out" explained your father.

"We should've been there for you, but just know that sorcerer or not, we love you for who you are Yn" added your mom trying not to cry, but a tear betrayed her. They started walking towards the door,

"We'll let you rest, Gojo take good care of her" he said his voice cracking.

"Wait!" you said,

"I know you messed up, you did hurt me the most, you made me feel neglected, different, weak and pathetic. You were the reason I found comfort in isolation rather than with you. Now I don't know if you mean this apology or not but I don't wanna cut you off. Family remains family whether we love it or hate it. Maybe it's kinda late to try to fix things with me, since the damage is already here in me. But I do forgive you, you fed me and provided a shelter for me when I was a kid, and I can't forget about that" you added in a sad tone but deep inside you were happy to see them again and to hear them apologize.

"Oh baby" said your mom and hugged you, joined by your father and siblings.

Satoru watched with a smile, he felt bad for you. He was ashamed of what he did, he didn't know you felt that way, he didn't know you felt so alone. He didn't know you were neglected by your own family.

"Come on, Gojo" said your mom

"Yes son in law, join us in this family hug" added you dad pulling Gojo as well.

.....

Now you were alone with Gojo, your family is at Jujutsu High with the rest if the teachers and students preparing for a party that your husband had planned as a surprise.

*knock knock*

"Oh he's here! come in" said Satoru

The door was pushed open and it was Geto. You got into a sitting position.

"Hello" he said softly,

You smiled and nodded as he took a seat next to Gojo.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked,

"Yeah I'm fine thank you, what about you? how are you feeling?"

"Alive"

"Suguru wanted to see you and check up on you, he's a shy person tho, just like you.. I think you'll get along well" said Gojo jokingly,

"Thank you for- I don't know what to say, from bringing me to life again, even though I don't deserve it—"

"I think everyone deserves a second chance!" you reassured.

Geto smiled,

"Thank you, then I'll make sure to make the best out of this chance.. I won't fall into the trap of my old mistakes that got me killed" he giggled,

"What now you're gonna tease me for that?" said Gojo rolling his eyes,

"Nah Satoru, I know I deserved it, I was a jerk with that mindset and ideology"

"Oh I'm glad you realized that now"

You looked at both if them giggling at how they started bickering.

"Thank you Yn you're the reason I'm reunited with my best friend once again, thank you for giving us this chance to find each other again" said Geto truly grateful,

"Everyone deserves a best friend" you smiled,

"I thought you wanted to punish me, but you ended up bringing my best friend back, you always amaze me, I don't deserve you Yn, you're too kind for this world, even though a few hours ago you were completely ruthless with Mahito".

"That bitch totally deserved it" you exclaimed.

"Oh that attitude I fucking love it" said Satoru and pressed a kiss on your lips,

"Ahem, so I'll be in Jujutsu High" said Geto clearing his throat, feeling like a third wheel.

"Yeah we'll be there in an hour"

...

• Time Skip •

As you stepped into Jujutsu High, hand in hand with your husband Gojo, you blinked in surprise as you took in the sight before you; tables adorned with delicate flowers and twinkling lights. In front of you, stood your friends and family, gathered together to welcome you. But it wasn't just any celebration – it was a second wedding party.

Gojo got on one knee and looked up at you, you raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"S-satoru what are you doing?"

"Baby, we didn't get to celebrate our wedding properly. We both hated it at first, it was forced on us, we weren't happy back then, but now..now we are! With time we realized that getting married was the right thing to do, not for the prophecy no, but for ourselves, you summoned a buried part of me I didn't know it existed, a softness, a feeling I was carving for years but wasn't able to experience it, till you made it possible. I fell head over heels for you Y/n and I'll continue to love you till my last breath. Y/n will you marry me again?"

Tears welled in your eyes, it was too emotional. On one hand, you felt a surge of gratitude for the effort your family and friends had put into creating such a beautiful moment, a memory you would cherish forever. And on the other hand, your husband Gojo, you realized how much you love him, and that he's the one you'll be spending the rest if your life with, you complete each other, and you need each other.

"I do, and I'll never leave you" you said and at the same time you answered the question that he asked you yesterday but wasn't able to answer him because you got interrupted.

Everyone started clapping and cheering for you, as he spun you around and gave you as long passionate kiss, the sun glowing above you all.

You spent the rest of the day and night celebrating, chatting together, everyone got along, and you for real got along well with Suguru, you were joking together and making fun of Gojo, joined by Shojo who was the happiest, the smile never leaving her face. A smile that she missed for years. You brought their memories to life again and helped them to make new memories as well, memories they'll remember for a life time. Nanami, is now more open, no longer annoyed by Gojo but rather more grateful for the beautiful chaos around him, the chaos that used to annoy him, now all their laughter and loud voices are music to his ear, it made him feel less lonely, it made him realize that life is worth living if you're with the right ones. Your family were there as well, they were Yuji's victims, he couldn't stop talking to them on how amazing you are, and how you helped him as a teacher.

What a night, full of laughter, love and joy.

...

You looked at Gojo who was sleeping peacefully beside you, you kissed his cheek and then out on a jacket and walked outside. You wanted to watch the sunrise. You wanted to see the merging colors, the way the sun rays will take over the darkness and shine up the world announcing a new day ahead.

"Going somewhere?" asked Gojo in a sleepy voice , yawning.

"Nah just here waiting for the sunrise"

"Oh I thought you're escaping me" he said and circled his arms around you in a protective and firm way.

"Me escape you? come on don't be silly! I know you won't let me leave"

"Of course I won't! you belong here, you belong to me, to my arms, once you're locked here there's no escape"

You giggled, pressing a kiss on his neck.

"Wanna get a better view if the sunrise?" he added.

"Hm?"

Without answering you, he used his teleportation skills to get you up on that hill where he found you that night where both of you confessed and shared your first kiss.

"Damn I gotta get used to you teleporting me everywhere" you joked,

"We'll get a better view from here"

You laid your head on his chest, taking into the moment and started speaking softly,

"You know sunsets used to be my favorite, I used to prefer it over sunrise"

"Any specific reason?" he asked, wanting to know more on what's going inside that head of yours.

"I wanted my life to end, I wanted that for years, so I kinda related to the sunset. Convincing myself that endings can be beautiful too, just like the sunset, trying to romanticize death, make it less scary. At least if I didn't live beautifully then I can die beautifully. But now I can relate more to the sunrise, I no longer wanna die, not now at least, I wanna live- my life now feels like sunrise a new beg—"

"Beginning- a new beginning" said Gojo interrupting you "I understand that feeling very well"

"How?" you asked,

"You broke my curse too, you broke it by another curse, or at least what I used to believe was a curse"

"What curse?"

"Love Y/n! Love is the most twisted curse of them all...." he paused and looked at you and then added, "But even if it's a curse, I still wanna feel it, as long as it's with you. I'd let my soul burn so you can feel my warmth, you've made my life a heaven cuz you're the greatest blessing I've ever had in my life" he leaned down a kissed your forehead.

"Satoru—"

"It was meant for us, we were meant to be together. Both of us experienced different things but ended up feeling the same thing; loneliness. I was the most wanted, feared and respected even by my enemies, I was up too high but too lonely, in the contrary, you were looked down even by your own family and ended up isolating and feeling the loneliness for years. That proves that what you felt, what you had been through is not your fault, it was never your fault. We were on opposite ends of the spectrum but ended up dealing with the same. But when we found each other, everything changed, I felt alive, I felt that I have a purpose in life, a reason to wake up each morning and feel excited and thankful that I'm breathing.. You saved me Y/n! You saved me from myself, from my loneliness. You just made my black and white life, colorful, you put an end to my nightmares... I love you."

"I love you too Satoru" you said, a tear of happiness rolling down your cheek.

Both of you kissed, as the sun light glowed on the horizon, announcing a new day, a new beginning, a new intake of oxygen and a new chapter. .

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misc-obeyme · 10 months ago

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Hello my beloved CC I’d love to hear about how Mephistopheles would react to MC giving him conversation hearts?

Dearest Violet, I hope you're having a fabulous Valentine's Day!

I really thought I wouldn't have time to do all the other characters today, but the stars have aligned and gave me some unexpected extra hours! So I went ahead and did everybody, including of course our man Mephisto! I also did my OC Arsenios because I was curious about what his reaction would be lol.

Thank you for asking! 💕

XOXO Part Two - GN!MC x side characters & OC Arsenios

Warnings: none!

Part One

Diavolo

Absolutely thrilled, of course. Tell him everything you know about conversation hearts, even if it's just that they exist and are sold every year. Watch his eyes get all shiny as he looks at them because he thinks they're so adorable.

He will eat them, but he will read every single one in the box out loud to you first. And he'll want you to eat them with him, so he's going to deliberately give you the ones that he would actually like to say to you. This means you end up eating most of them because he can't help himself.

Give him the one that says MY HERO and watch him blush. He tries to keep his cool, but you can see how much it means to him. He's happy you gave him these, MC. Thank you for sharing a piece of your world with him.

Now you're the one blushing. Diavolo gives you his signature laugh and pulls you into his arms. Gives you the last one that just says KISS before doing exactly that.

Barbatos

He's surprised, but quite happy because it turns out he actually made his own version to give to you. He thought you might like a little piece of home, but he never expected you to share that same thing with him. He's touched that you thought of him, MC.

He is aware of them because of his tendency to learn about human world desserts and candies. The ones he made for you are beyond delicious. You insist he share them with you because they taste better than the normal chalk version. Barbatos is happy to, but he finds the regular human world variety quite charming as well.

His hearts have a lot of the usual cute sayings, but a couple of them have more elaborate decorations such as a little bouquet of flowers or an elegant lace pattern. You can't help but blush when you find one that just says your name.

He finds the same message in both sets of hearts and gives them to you. They say BE MINE. Give him one back that says I'M YOURS and all the sweet candies are forgotten because he needs you in his arms that very second.

Simeon

Oh these are incredibly cute. He's so happy that you've given him some! If the box happens to have any texting acronyms, though, he will be baffled. Holds one up for you that says TTYL with a question in his eyes. Explain to him what they all mean and that it's only something they include because they're short enough to fit on the hearts.

Simeon finds them delightful. He'll be especially pleased if you give him an extra box for Luke. He thinks Luke would love to decorate a cake with some of these!

But he has to admit that the messages are a little too short to truly encompass how he feels about you. He shifts some of them around to from little sentences, eventually landing on REAL LOVE, PEACE, FOREVER. Do you understand what he's trying to say, MC?

Maybe you form your own sentence in hopes that he'll see you do understand. Something like ONLY YOU, ANGEL. Watch him blush and smile. Then he's kissing you and it's far sweeter than anything a conversation heart has to offer.

Solomon

Of course he's already familiar with this particular item from your shared human experience. He was probably alive when they first came on the scene and he might tell you about it if you prod him enough. He might not have been paying much attention, though, so likely his memory on this just that they showed up at some point.

He's really quite happy that you gave him some. His instinct is to wow you by using magic to alter them. He turns them different colors and changes the words on them. He makes one spell out a whole Shakespeare sonnet one or two words at a time.

You can't help but laugh at that, but you tell him it's cheating. If he really wants to let you know how he feels, he has to use what's already in the box. He accepts your challenge. Have you forgotten who you're dealing with, MC?

Surprises you by not giving you a whole stack of them. He only hands you a single heart. It says, boldly and clearly, I LOVE YOU. He's smiling his mischievous smile, but there's a slight blush there, too. Your answer is a kiss.

Mephistopheles

At first he's somewhat confused. Why are you giving him a box full of chalk, MC? He's not exactly familiar with human world stuff, so he doesn't realize it's candy at first. Explain it to him and he's surprisingly appreciative. He wasn't expecting you to think of him.

Really knock his socks off by giving him a few extra boxes for his little brother. The fact that you remembered he has one really makes him soft. It also gives him the opportunity to ask about your own family. He wants to know about them, if you want to talk about them.

Now you're having a whole conversation that goes far beyond the hearts, but you're both enjoying them together. He might not even like them all that much, but he seems to be content to eat them with you.

Deliberately give him one that says FIRST KISS and watch him get flustered. Acts like it wasn't an invitation on your part, so you'll have to be a little more blatant if you actually want him to kiss you. Eventually he gets the message and it turns out he's wanted to kiss you all along. You can tell by how hungry his lips are and the way he wraps his arms so tightly around you.

Raphael

Surprises you by actually knowing about them. Seems confused by your surprise. Surely you've heard about Michael's preference for sweet things. That extends to human world items like this, too. He doesn't really get the appeal, but he is happy that you thought of him.

He actually likes the brevity of the messages. They're short and efficient, communicating a single sentiment quickly and clearly. Nobody could misinterpret something that says CALL ME. That's pretty straightforward, don't you think, MC?

This argument is all well and good until you give him one that says XOXO. He has no idea what that means. Perhaps it's in a human world language he's not familiar with? He takes back everything he said about clear communication.

Once you explain what they mean, he gets a little flustered. Hugs and kisses? Why not just say that? Distract him by pulling him in for a simultaneous hug and kiss. He's blushing for real now. He understands the essence of XOXO a little better, but he wouldn't mind if you showed him again.

Thirteen

Wow, humans do some really adorable things, don't they? Look at these tiny hearts with cheesy words on them! They look like chalk, but she finds them endearing. And of course she's trying to hide how pleased she is that you gave her something. It's really cute of you.

She's already coming up with ways to use them for traps. Put a spell on one and leave it somewhere an immortal sorcerer just might happen to find it. She might do it, too, if you don't distract her a bit.

Find one that says MY GIRL to give to her. She smiles and blushes just a little, but leans in to ask if you think she belongs to you. Maybe you tell her that you'd like that. A direct response such as that flusters her and now she's not sure how to react.

Searches through the hearts, but she can't seem to find one that says what she wants, so she just shoves the first one she picks up toward you. It says LOL. You actually do laugh because it's pretty cute how flustered she is. She decides to clear things up by kissing you. You get a little dizzy at how quickly she goes from shy to bold. It's some time before she lets you go.

Arsenios

The minute you put the box in his hand, he's fighting down a blush because wow, you are really cute, MC. A sweet little human like you actually taking the time to give him these candies stamped with lovey phrases really surprises him.

He takes them all out of the box and lines them up in the way that makes the most sense. You're a little confused about why he's doing it until he takes out his guitar. A few chords later and he's singing you a song using every phrase from the box. You're both laughing pretty quickly because the words are mostly nonsense.

But Arsenios deliberately left the best group for last and his voice becomes sweet when he sings you the final line. ONLY YOU, MY LOVE, BE TRUE. It's still only a fragment of a sentence at best, but the sentiment rings through the notes and you can see it in his eyes.

He smiles at you as the notes fade away because he's pleased at your reaction. But it isn't enough, so he takes your hands and asks if he can kiss you. If you say yes, you'll find yourself so distracted in his embrace that you don't notice that he never actually ate any of the candy hearts.

xoxo part one with the brothers

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silentglassbreak · 4 months ago

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This is about to be SO self indulgent but 🤫

Name: Kelly. Nickname: Kells. Pet names: sweetheart, baby. Female. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Always rosy cheeks.

Scenario: You’re best friends with Ruffilo, you call him to pick you up. It’s your birthday, and you’re at a bar with your girlfriends. Noah, who you’re also close with via Nick, answers Nick’s phone instead, comes to pick you up. You’re not drunk, at most you’re a little tipsy, but somehow you start rambling about how you’ve always wanted to try the birthday tradition of an orgasm for every year you’ve been alive. (You’re lucky if you go more than 10.) “Is that what you want? Because I didn’t get you a present.” Cue filthy sex and yes, Noah being a munch. More of a friends with benefits type vibe, no confessed feelings. Still affectionate though, he obviously cares about you and wants to make you feel good. Aftercare and cuddles!!!! Lots of praise!!!! But also he has such a filthy mouth akdkksjd

This is filthy I KNOW forgive me 😭 hank you!!!!!!

Let's switch it up, shall we? This one's from Noah's perspective.

After Writing Notes: No plot. No development. Just...orgasms. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Oral (fem rec), dirty talk, PnV, a word that makes me cringe to say, let alone write....

Anything More Than Human

If these motherfuckers didn't shut up soon, I was going to lose my entire fucking mind. All I wanted, our first day back from tour, was to sit in my room, relax, and play fucking Overwatch. That was unbearably difficult to do when all of my dickhead brothers decided today was the best day to throw a God damn party, celebrating the end of the tour. You would think that, given I was the owner of the house, that they’d respect my want for space.

It didn’t help at all that I hadn’t told them they couldn’t, but that was just my overwhelming need to please – which Jolly gave me shit for constantly. So what the fuck?!

I had tried to focus, keeping music blasting through my headset, and focusing on my computer screen. However, the music they played downstairs was shaking the walls of the house, making it nearly impossible to ignore. After the sixth game that I had fucked off from lack of concentration, I finally got so agitated that I threw my headset at my keyboard, cursing out of frustration. It was maddening, and truly, giving me a migraine.

Giving up hope of any type of relief, I stood up, pulling a shirt over my head, and took a deep breath before exiting my room. I didn’t want to take my irritation out on the guys, or any of the many guests they had invited over. It wasn’t their faults. They just needed to blow off some steam. We just all had different ways of doing that.

Heading downstairs, eyes scanning the living room, I took note of the thick cloud of smoke hanging in the air. I could smell the pot before I saw it, but it still made my jaw tick. I just had that couch cleaned.

Straying directly into the kitchen, I huffed while pulling the fridge open, ignoring the lingering bodies around the countertop with drinks in their hands. I was certain they had noticed me, but I couldn’t even begin to care less. Pulling a water from the shelf, I heard the back door sliding open.

“Hey! I didn’t expect you to come down all night!” Folio’s voice was thick with alcohol, words slurring together slightly.

I turned around to face him. “Yeah, well, I couldn’t focus on my game.”

He nodded, bumping my shoulder with his own. “Sorry man. You should come outside. Jolly got the fire pit going, and there’s at least six girls hanging around asking about you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nah man, I’m going to watch a movie or something.”

“Ah c’mon, Noah. We just got home! We should be having fun!”

I swallowed a large gulp of water, wiping my lips off with the back of my hand. “That is fun to me, man.”

He shook his head. “How long has it been?”

I knew what he was asking, but playing dumb was too easy. “Since…?”

The shrill sound of a phone ringing pulled my attention from him momentarily, and I noticed an iPhone on the other side of the counter lit up.

“Since you got laid?”

I snorted. “Not that long. Like, three months?”

It was Folio’s turn to let his eyes roll back. “You talking about that thing with Moriah? Dude, that doesn’t fucking count.”

Before the ringing could have stopped for a full thirty seconds, it started again. “Sure it did!”

“Oh please, you didn’t even fuck her!”

Chuckling, I shoved him. “Head counts, dude.”

“Not unless you’re the one getting it, it doesn’t.” Folio pointed at me as if he had made the most valid point.

I scoffed. “Says you, fetus.”

He cracked up at this. Before he could say more, both of us were distracted by the phone ringing again.

“Whose fucking phone is ringing?” I scanned around the room, searching for the owner of the cell that was nearly exploding.

“Uh, I think that’s Nick’s?”

I snatched it off the counter, seeing the name flashing.

It was Kelly. That was odd. She should be here, I would think?

Making my way out the back door where Nick was, I took note of the girl in his lap, currently pressing her breasts so far in his face, he was practically inside of her bra. I walked up behind him, bumping his shoulder with my hand.

“Hey, bro. Kelly’s blowing you up.”

Nick just cocked his head up to look at me. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here?”

I just smacked him harder. “Dude, she’s calling back to back, it’s probably important.” I looked at the screen as it darkened, and looked back to Nick. “Why isn’t she here?”

He was back to his business between the unnamed girls’ tits when he answered. “She went out with Savannah and Erica for her birthday.”

His phone lit up again, her name flashing on the screen. “Are you going to answer it?”

He dismissed me. “I’ll call her back.”

Sighing hard, I stepped away, further into the backyard where the music wasn’t blaring so loudly. I swiped the call open, and put it up to my left ear, plugging my right with a finger.

“Hello?”

“Nick?!” Her voice was borderline frantic.

“It’s Noah. Nick’s, uh,” I chanced a glance back at him, seeing he was lip-locked with the blonde. “he’s busy. What’s up, dude?”

“I need a ride. Bad.” She sounded wrecked.

“What’s wrong, Kells? Where are you?”

“I’m at Shaughnessy’s on 22nd. I need to go home.”

My legs began carrying me toward the house. “Okay, stay there. I’ll be there in ten minutes, alright?”

“Thank you, Noah. I’ll be outside.”

The bar was overflowing with patrons. Men and clearly drunk girls were littering the sidewalk around the building. My eyes scanned for Kelly, but couldn’t see her. It wasn’t until I rounded the corner that I could see her deep brown hair from behind a bulky guy, towering over her. Kelly wasn’t the shortest girl around, but this guy was easily as tall as I was. The look on her face told me she was not happy to be there.

Finding a space on the street, I pulled in, ignoring the meter, and stepped out of my car.

“I’m telling you, honey, my place is like a five-minute walk. We can go there, have something to eat. I’ll take you home later.”

Her eyes held something strongly resembling fear, and her body language was closed off and uncomfortable.

That is, until she saw me. Her hazel stare met mine, and she knew she was finally getting out of this.

“Hey!” The guy turned around, red-rimmed eyes staring directly at me. “Time to go.” I addressed Kelly directly, and she slipped quickly from behind the dickhead, who looked bewildered. I held a hand out, which she took graciously.

“What the fuck?” He stared at us as I began pulling her back toward the street. “You never said you had a boyfriend!”

“Yeah, well, live and learn, asshole!” I hollered back, not giving him a second look. My fingers interlaced with hers, leading her to the passenger door of my Mazda 3, and tucked her into the car safely. Before I closed the door, I bent down, looking right at her.

“You good, sweetheart?”

She only nodded in response.

I rounded the vehicle and took my seat quickly, wasting no time pulling away from the curb. Kelly lived a good thirty minutes away, and by the look on her face, I could tell I needed to cut that back in any way I could.

Shifting into first gear, I pulled forward and we were gone, leaving the bar and it's problems behind us.

"What happened to your friends, Kells?" It occurred to me that I may have just left two more girls stranded at a crowded bar in downtown Los Angeles...

"They fucking left me!" Her words exploded out of her, which took me back. Kelly was typically calm, cool, and controlled. She rarely had outbursts of any kind.

She had definitely been drinking, however.

"Those fucking bitches! They met up with some of their guys friends that I didn't even know would be there! Ended up ditching me because I didn't want to go with them to a club." Her arms folded over her chest, a visible pout on her lips.

Kelly was adorable when she was angry, and I couldn't help but feel my chest swell.

We had known each other for six - no, seven years now, and had what one might call a semi-close relationship? Nick introduced me to her after our first headlining tour, when we passed through West Virginia, as his best friend. Their Moms were best friends growing up, so, naturally, they grew up together from near birth.

Kelly's a warm human being, and brings a serious sense of perspective and calm to the group of absolute imbeciles the guys and I tend to be. Nick and Kelly's relationship was reminiscent of siblings, and we had all grown to view her as a member of our little family. She joined us on most of our tours these days, and we moved her to Los Angeles two years ago. It was easier for her to help out with managing schedules, merch drops, and the other random things she handled for us when we were overly stressed out.

Due to her integral part of our family, she was off-limits at all times. Folio took that one the hardest, given they were the same age, and something about her drew him in. We all had the hard rules - no dating Kelly. No fucking Kelly. No making passes at Kelly. Mild flirting was as far as it ever got between her and I, and even then, it was usually in our rare moments of privacy, like now.

Did I find her attractive? Sure. Everyone did. How could you not? She was fit, and happy to show it - nearly always wearing shorts or crop tops that made it clear she worked out for a good time. Her brown hair was always hung loose, wisping around her face and messy; natural. She wore very little makeup, so her eyes were always free to shine, as they should.

My favorite thing about her, though? She had this constant natural blush over her. Her cheeks always had a tinge of pink to them, making her just look like a glow in a darkened room. A bright, fae-like creature.

It was hard to describe, but it was so fucking cute.

Typically, that's all I usually thought of Kelly; cute. Sweet. Adorable. Funny. Laid-back. Easy to talk to.

But today, on her birthday?

She was clearly aiming to turn some heads, as she was wearing short black jean shorts, a black tank top that was ripped in the center, showing just enough cleavage to make a man stare. Her hair was tightly curled, giving it volume that it normally didn't possess. Her eyes were made-up more than normal, sharp black eyeliner giving her eyes a cat-like effect. Her lipstick was black as well, making her teeth shine brightly behind it.

She looked...fucking hot.

Thinking of her outfit brought me back to the current conversation.

"How much have you had to drink?"

She shrugged then, her eyes taking on a guilty look. "Only like...two long island iced teas?"

This made me crack a smile. "That's usually the limit on those, you know."

She sheepishly grinned, her blush spreading. "Yeah, that's what the bartender told me when I tried to order another."

"Are you drunk?"

She shook her head. "I was, but fucking Josh...or Jared? I don't remember his name. He fucking killed my buzz mostly, so now I just feel kind of tired."

We were turning through the hills of the valley, the streets pitch black around us. "I'm sorry to hear that." I pursed my lips. "I'm also sorry that I forgot today was your birthday."

She waved a hand at me, dismissing my apology. "You're the worst with dates, Noah. I don't mind."

I scoffed, feigning offense. "I am not!"

This made her all-out laugh. "Noah, if your birthday wasn't on Halloween, you'd forget it every year."

Opening my mouth to speak, I stopped. Because...where was the lie?

"Well, still." I cleared my throat. "I feel bad, because I didn't get you a gift."

Her face was turned to the window. "No worries, hon. It's really no biggie."

Kelly's voice was sad and small, then. "I'll still get you something!" This made her turn her face, smiling somberly at me. "What do you want? Anything you want."

Her face scrunched up, then. The corner of her lip was turned up in a small smirk, and she shook her head.

"Nothin'. Don't worry about getting me anything."

I caught this out of the corner of my eye. "Nope, I saw that. What is it? What do you want?"

I wasn't letting this go.

"Noah, you can't get me what I want, so I will just count this ride home as my gift. Trust me, it means a lot."

Shaking my head fervently, I turned my car onto the freeway. "Nuh-uh, not happening. I'm sure I can get it somewhere, whatever it is."

This made her cackle. "It's not a thing."

Pursing my lips, I looked at her from under a raised brow. "Is it a puppy?"

Still bursting with laughter, she waved a hand at me. "No. I don't need a puppy."

"Kitty?"

"No."

"Then what is it?" I was getting frustrated. What could she possibly want? An island?!

She dropped her face in her hands. "Ugh, maybe I am still buzzed."

"Spit it out, Kells!"

"I want to get laid, okay?!" Her voice was shrill, clearly laced with embarrassment. Some kind of flood gate had unleashed, and I was too stunned to do anything about it.

"I wanted to meet someone, someone decent, and have stupid, gross, un-fucking-believable sex! I wanted to try that thing where you have an orgasm for every year? Twenty-seven is crazy, but fuck, I never ask for fucking anything! I just wanted to be fucked so hard I slept like a rock afterward and could get some of this pent-up stress out!"

The car was silent for a solid minute and a half after she finished speaking. The longer the air lingered without sound, I could see her slowly sinking further down into her seat - obviously mortified at her omission.

I finally decided to take a deep breath, letting out a small cough to disrupt the tension.

"Well," I exited the highway, now only minutes from her apartment. "then I guess it's going to be a long night, eh?"

I watched the shock strike over her features. "What?!"

Finally building the confidence I needed, I chanced a glance over at her while we sat at a red light. "I mean, I said anything you wanted, didn't I?"

She began waving her hands between us. "Oh no. No, no, no. We are not doing that."

"No? I thought you said a decent guy? Am I not?"

Her face was absolutely flabbergasted, and I felt my pants getting tighter just thinking about it.

"Of course you are, Noah. Probably the most decent guy I know. But, there's rules in place for a reason..."

"How do you know about the rules?"

She smirked then, rolling her eyes. "Folio told me."

Sucking my teeth, my vehicle started moving again, my hand gripping the shifter. "Well, rules are meant to be broken, right?"

"Noah..." Her eyes were bulging. "You can't just sleep with me because I'm desperate. That's just sad."

"Excuse me?" We were pulled into her complex now, my car idling in the parking space facing her building. "What did you say?"

Her head hung, then. She was still embarrassed, but now she looked depressed as well.

"I know you and I aren't like that. I don't want you suffering through something like that with me, just because I'm hard up."

Scoffing loudly, I turned my body to look at her, a finger lifting to pull her chin up so she could look at me. "Baby," Her eyes finally met mine. "make no mistake at all, I would've fucked you years ago, had I been allowed."

There's that blush again. I let my finger fall, tracing down her chest as it did, catching the rips in her shirt.

"Maybe you are hard up." I let my lids fall half-closed, admiring that her breasts bounced slowly when her breathing was erratic like this. "Maybe I am too." I looked back up at her, letting my teeth pull at the skin of my bottom lip. "Maybe it was for the best that I picked up the phone, and not Nick?"

Her lips were parted, and I could tell she was entranced.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Not to sound self-absorbed, but I can be very persuasive. One of my best, and most redeeming qualities is definitely the art of charm. In all fairness, it didn't take very long to convince Kelly that her needs were due to be met, but I had melted her like butter in seconds after we entered her apartment. Clothes flew quickly, hands grabbing everywhere, and nervous giggles escaping the both of us when the harsh reality would sink in of exactly what we were doing.

I, of course, checked to ensure she was sober enough to enjoy our fun responsibly, and asked her to drink some water before we got started. I wanted her to remember this birthday. I also planned to dehydrate the hell out of her.

That is how I found myself buried between her bare thighs, her ass perched comfortably on her dining room table, tits jumping as her hips bucked against my face. My tongue was drawing some of the most lovely sounds out of her. Her head had fallen back, curls cascading down her back, eyes closed in absolute pleasure.

My index and middle finger worked inside of her, walls clenching around me as her first orgasm hit her, making her curse my name multiple times.

After her legs had calmed their shaking, I stood in front of her, my shirt discarded on the floor, and assessed her state. She looked absolutely blissed out, her eyes half-masked, and a lazy grin painting her face.

"Wow." Was all she managed. Her black lipstick had smeared slightly, and tears were pulling her eyeliner down her cheeks.

"One down." I breathed out, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

Her back fell back on the table, legs dangling off of the edge. "Noah," She chuckled. "we don't have to do what I had said. That was me being insane."

She wasn't looking at me anymore, so she completely missed me slipping my wallet from my pocket, pulling out the condom, and sheathing it over my erection, stroking it over.

"No?" My hands grabbed her hips, snatching her forward so she was halfway off of the table. Her head snapped up to look at me, startled. "Cause I was planning to see how far we'd get."

Nudging her entrance, I saw her eyes blow wide, mouth hanging open.

"Unless you don't want to?" I stilled, checking her face for protest.

She said nothing, teeth catching her bottom lip. I dared to press in, and her eyes fluttered closed again, head falling back with a thud on the table.

"Holy fuck." It came out as a prayer off of her lips, and I smiled, satisfied at the tight squeeze of her around me. I pressed all the way in to the hilt, my own body spasming from the sensation.

"Jesus Christ, baby. I had no idea you could take cock this fucking good."

I watched her chest rise and fall, nipples perk and begging for attention. I reached a hand up, rolling one between my fingers.

"So fucking beautiful, sweetheart."

Her pussy clenched down around me as I spoke to her, and I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" She glanced at me, looking sheepish again. "You like that, baby? Like hearing how much of a good little slut you are?"

Kelly let out the softest moan I had ever heard, her body flooding at the same time. My hips started snapping rhythmically, keeping an even pace.

I leaned down, letting my mouth close around her nipple, tongue circling it and teeth nipping it.

"You pictured this before, haven't you?" I let my lips trail up to her neck, breathing into her skin. "Me pounding into you? Fucking you until there's nothing left?"

She was almost catatonic at the pleasure she was experiencing, and I couldn't deny how close I was getting, sliding in and out of her wet lips. I felt myself beginning to tighten, and the coil in my belly threatening to snap. She had to come again, that was the entire goal.

Standing straight, my hand reached for her clit, thumb circling it expertly. That's when the real screaming began.

"That's it, baby. Show me how much you love it. Let everyone hear it."

Her hips shook, trying desperately to meet my thrusts while I touched her.

She tightened again, and I knew she had finished. Fortunately, my own orgasm came rolling over me at the same time.

I fucked her through the waves of euphoria, sliding her back on the table so she wouldn't fall.

It took me a moment to gather my breathing before I was able to slide the condom off and dispose of it in the garbage. I noticed she had lifted herself off of the table, standing in front of it and gathering her melted thoughts, working on her breathing.

Coming up behind her, I circled her waist, moving hair off of her neck, and leaned into her. "Hey," My voice was a whisper. She hummed at me in return. "you okay?"

She nodded, leaning her had back on my chest. "More than okay."

Grinning, I nuzzled my nose into her neck behind her ear. "Let's get you in a shower."

I led her to the bathroom, starting the water and waiting for it to warm up. She stood, scrutinizing her face in the mirror.

"I look like hell, dude." Was all she managed to say. This made me snicker.

"You look like you just got fucking railed."

This made her burst in laughter, holding onto the counter for support. "I mean...you're not wrong." She pointed a finger at me.

Opening the curtain, I motioned for her to get into the water, and I followed suit. She let her head sit under the spray, saturating her dark hair. I leaned against the tile wall, giving her space. Kelly went to work washing her face, scrubbing the makeup off, leaving only a trace of a shadow underneath from her mascara.

She then washed her hair, conditioning, and ran her loofah over her body. I took note of how she tenderly cleaned herself between her legs, likely due to sensitivity. Was I proud? One-hundred percent.

I waited until she was all rinsed and relaxed, before I stepped behind her, running my palm down her back, tracing the scattered tattoos she had. Her body leaned into my touch, and I used the opportunity to pull her into me, leaning her against me. I found this to be most comfortable for her, given the height difference between us.

I brought myself close to her ear, my voice low. "So, I've gotten two out of you, right?"

I caught her smile from the corner of my eye. "Three."

"Ah," I licked the side of her neck softly. "well, I've still got a lot of ground to cover."

She didn't respond, so I let my hand trail down her stomach, reaching her swollen lips, spreading them with my fingers.

"Also," I didn't stop my work, slipping a finger in as gently as possible to not overstimulate her. "I didn't know you had a praise kink."

Letting out a breathless laugh, she pressed her weight into me, allowing me full access. "There's a lot I don't tell you."

"That's so sexy, baby." My finger massaged her sweet spot, pulling pants out of her with each stroke. "Knowing you like to hear how good you are. How beautiful," I quickened the pace. "how amazing," I pressed in further, making her groan. "and fucking tight."

"Ugh, Noah. That feels so amazing." She had a hand gripping the back of my neck, fingernails digging into the skin.

"You going to come for me, just like this, sweetheart? Make it this easy for me?" My hand sped up, her voice high-pitched and desperate for more.

"Noah, don't stop. Please. That's so fucking good."

"Going to come all over me, baby? Come on, girl. You can do it. I've got you." My arm pulled her waist closer to me, taking on her body weight so she could focus.

"Fuck, I'm coming, fuck..."

I felt the spray of her release on my hand, and I slipped my fingers out, pressing on her clit, forcing a scream from somewhere deep in her chest.

"God damn, baby. Did you just squirt for me? Didn't know you could do that." Amazed, I palmed her pussy, massaging it through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Ha, me neither." She seemed just as surprised as me.

"Mm," I left a soft slap over her clit, making her jump. "well, let's see if we can do it again."

Without warning, I pulled her down, bringing us down into the tub, the spray of the shower still hitting us, turning colder as the seconds passed. She laid on my body, my re-hardened cock pressing up into her back. Her hands braced on my knees, and I used a hand to open her legs, running the tips of my fingers through her slick folds. Soft whimpering noises were falling out of her; her body completely turning over to me for whatever I had planned for her.

Mercilessly, I penetrated her with two fingers, my other hand gripping her hair at the base of her skull so I could wrench her neck to the side, biting down on the soft skin.

"You've got this, baby girl. Give me another, you can do it."

Kelly's fingertips were bruising my legs where she gripped, eyes rolling back violently while her back arched. She was hitting an edge, so I pulled my hand out suddenly, and circled the hood of her clit, eliciting a sickening, guttural sound out of her.

"N-Noah..." Fighting for breath, she writhed under me. "I...need to..."

"You don't need anything, baby. Nothing but me." I whispered directly in her ear.

Her hips bucked up, climax hitting her, and I could feel her pulse through my fingers, still pressing on her pussy.

"Noah, I can't take anymore. I really can't." She was begging for reprieve, and was lucky I was feeling generous.

Peppering her shoulder and arm with soft kisses, I ran my hands up her sides. "No problem, baby. Let's go get comfortable."

After we both redressed, me back into my original clothes, her into her pajamas, we found a comfortable spot on her couch. I sat, legs apart, pulled her down between them, tucking her comfortably against my chest. She curled into me, exhausted and buzzing from our evening together. The effects of the alcohol had long worn off.

"You doing okay, Kells?"

She mumbled into my chest, already sounding half-gone. "Mhm." She yawned, a small sound. "Sleepy."

"Why don't we get you in bed?" I smirked, rubbing circles into her back. "Unless you want more?"

I felt her shiver underneath me. "I can't. I might have a stroke if I have another orgasm."

This made me snicker, pulling her head back into me.

"This is a secret?"

She didn't audibly respond, just pulled back and looked at me, a pleading look on her face.

I wasn't bothered by that, per se. Would I like to brag to my boys a little about it? Sure. Did I get the slightest heaviness at the idea of her not wanting anyone to know what we did? Maybe.

But, at the end of the day, I respected her enough to know that keeping this friendship meant much more to her than five orgasms.

Turning my mouth upward, I ran a thumb over her cheek, meeting her lips that I managed to keep away from the entire night.

Kissing felt like...too much?

"My lips are sealed, sweetheart."

Satisfied with that, she cuddled back into me, and it took no time at all before I heard the soft snores of her slumber. Once I was sure she was down deep enough, I lifted her from the couch, careful to keep her head steady against me, and trekked into her bedroom.

Setting her gently down, I pulled the covers over her, and took one last look. Her face was so peaceful. So comfortable.

Some kind of something sparked inside me, but it didn't matter. It was time to go.

Locking her doorknob on the way out, I took the steps two at a time on the way down, yawning while I climbed into my car.

My phone buzzed in the console, and that was when I realized I had left it there in my haste. Nick's face flashed on the screen, and I swiped the call open.

"Hey dude, what's up?"

"Did you pick up Kelly?"

I couldn't stop the grin that spread, but he couldn't see that. "I did."

A hard sigh of relief came through the receiver. "Thank fuck, dude. I saw her texts just now. You good, man? It's been hours."

Starting my car, I let the call switch to my Bluetooth as I backed out of the space. "Yep, all good here."

Nick's voice was skeptical. "Where are you?"

"Headed home. Just wanted to make sure she got to bed okay. She had been drinking."

"Ah, okay. She's okay?"

My teeth shined, and my eyes stared back at me with a dark, beaming gaze in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, yeah. She's just fine."

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akilahia · 5 months ago

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Uhh here’s some examples in the video game of the stuff I was mentioning about transactions for Ted.

I think it’s really interesting to note that in the video game Ted is never the one to offer up his body in exchange for what he needs. It is always the women that ask him to do so, promising that afterwards they would fulfill their side of the bargain. So he isn’t the one offering, nor is he having sex just to have sex. This is just a method for him to get what he needs, but in each scenario it doesn’t work.

He makes it clear to the women that he is sleeping with them because of there promises to get him the mirror or to help Ellen. The maid is angry though when this is brought up after they do it and she no longer keeps her end of the deal. I think this might highlight the drain that this lifestyle has on Ted’s relationship with intimacy(depending on which option you choose ofc). He doesn’t do it because he loves them or is attracted to them, much like how he only was with the older women for their riches and social status’s.

This might be stupid, but it made me wonder further about his feelings towards Ellen.

We all know he has these feelings for her because she is the only woman left alive. But I wonder, if her being the only woman alive in addition to his strange relationship with women, makes his feelings for her more sincere.

Like if there were two women, obviously this would probably be different. But as it is, Ted really hasn’t had any meaningful truly romantic connections with women, and with the state of the world there really isn’t anything left for him to gain. There is just torture and suffering. I still think that his interest in Ellen in the game has transactional elements, but instead of being based on materialism, it’s based more in romantic interest. His psychodrama in the game depicts him as the Prince Charming/Knight in Shining armor to save Ellen. Fairytales typically follow the same trope of woman is saved by a man and now she will marry him because he saved her. Being saved means you should owe your love to them, it makes it seem like ‘it wouldn’t be right if the princess didn’t love the prince after he broke the curse, doesn’t she own him her life?’

In Ted’s Video game backstory, as well as in the game itself, it demonstrates his love for reading. So he must be very familiar with this trope, especially since he himself falls into it(I just realized that like right now).

I’m seeing the most familiarity with Cinderella, stepmother forces her to clean, can’t do what she wants, but she still is hopeful and dreams, beauty hidden by cinders, fairy godmother helps her dress perfectly for the ball and she is whisked away and married into royalty and is rich and a princess.

Ted grew up poor and couldn’t go to school, he was forced to basically be a mechanic by his parents, he enjoys reading and doesn’t know he’s handsome, but then he met a rich older woman who whisked him away and gave him money and taught him how to act in high society, with her help and money he now lives a life of luxury(very simplified version)

Now Ellen’s story is far more similar to Snow White, with the magic mirror, sleeping curse, vain stepmother who is also a witch.

Ultimately both fall into this trope, but for Ted, this seems to be the first time in any kind of relationship where he is not playing as the princess. Now he is the prince and he is going to save Ellen, and in return she will love him.

(Also video game Ted thinks significantly more positively of Ellen than his other counterparts, so what I’m saying is really mostly applicable to vide game Ted)

So, trope flipped on its head + transactional relationship. Noticing a pattern here for Ted. But ultimately I do think that his feelings for Ellen are sincere and more romantic than his other relationships.

However I do think it is still transactional, while not desiring money or something expensive from her, he solely wants her love(which is romantic!), however I think another transactional element of it is jealously. I think this is definitely most prominent in the other medias since Ted’s psychodrama is I think the only time in which two victims are able to interact with each other. So we really don’t see what video game Ted thinks of the three other male characters and their relationship with Ellen. But in the short story/comic/radio drama we know that they all have, relations, with Ellen. So I think a transactional element of Ted’s love for Ellen could possibly come from some possessiveness, wanting to be the only one who love her in exchange for her returned love?(once again hard to say for video game Ted)

Ultimately just wanted to do a much shorter little analysis with Ted’s backstory like from a few days ago with it in regards to his actions in the book/comic/radio drama, but this time with how it relates to Video game Ted!!

sequel to this

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waterdeep-weavemoss · 6 months ago

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@iamwalkingdead1 @lanafofana @boufsy @aryancunin @lewdisescariot

@orangekittyenergy @netherese0rb @vespaer77 @theletteraesc @sorceresssundries I swear I tried to keep him in line. Oh well... enjoy. Gale x F!Tav, teeny bit of spice.

'So what's the wish he'll make it come true...' - Miracle Aligner, The Last Shadow Puppets

He was pacing, one hand raking through his hair, the other clamped between his teeth as he gnawed at his fingers anxiously. His gaze was fixed on his booted feet, brow furrowed. ‘Gale, things will be fine.’ Tav watched in amusement as he went back and forth until he finally stopped before her and looked up, meeting her gaze. Her stomach swooped just as it had all that time ago when she realised the man she’d rescued was handsome in exactly the way that made her knees go a little wobbly; he removed his hand from his mouth, straightened his spine a little and summoned a twinkle back to his eye. ‘Of course they will,’ he said lowly. ‘You’re only meeting my mother, after all.’ ‘Is she truly that formidable?’ Tav cocked her head, brows drawing together. ‘You act like she’ll eat me alive or something.’ ‘Don’t be silly,’ he said. ‘She’ll love you.’ ‘Then why are you so nervous?’ He blinked slowly, a habit he’d picked up from Tara no doubt. ‘Oh, nothing.’ With that, he finally swept up to the front door, rapping his knuckles smartly against it. Turning and grinning at her, he gestured Tav forward and grabbed her hand. Mere moments later, the door swung open of its own accord and Gale pulled them inside, kicking it shut. ‘You better not be abusing that door again, child!’ came a voice from the top of the stairs. ‘Oh of course not mother! Wouldn’t dream of it.’ Gale smirked impishly down at Tav, who felt a little like she oughtn’t be here. ‘Relax,’ he murmured, nudging her with his shoulder. After what felt like an eternity, a woman floated into view. She descended the spiral stairs gracefully, stopped and narrowed her eyes before pulling her son into a crushing hug. Far from flailing like Tav expected him to, he hugged her back just as fiercely and kissed her on both cheeks. ‘Hi, Mum.’

‘It’s been too long, son,’ she murmured into his chest.

‘I know,’ he said, his voice catching a little. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘And who’s this?’ she said as they broke apart, eyeing Tav critically.

‘I’m Tav,’ she said quickly, holding out a hand for the older woman to shake. She didn’t know why she did it; nerves or a momentary lapse in social judgement perhaps, but she didn’t expect to be pulled into a hug too. ‘Good to meet you,’ she said shyly when she was let go.

‘Tav, this is my mother, Morena Dekarios. And she-‘

‘He doesn’t shut up about you, you know.’

‘Mother!’ Gale’s ears went pink. ‘That’s-‘

‘And you’ve been chewing your fingers again. I hope this girl has domesticated you somewhat.’ Tav blushed. ‘Come, I imagine you’re both starving. It’s such a long journey from Baldur’s Gate.’ Off she went, drawing them forward in her wake. Now that Tav was feeling a little less nervous, she noted the mosaicked floor in shades of pearl and pale blue with the occasional shock of gold, the fineries of the ebony staircase as it twisted upwards, the cascades of wisteria and devil’s ivy.

‘This place is beautiful,’ she whispered.

‘Hmm.’ Gale squeezed her hand. ‘Gods, I can’t wait to just be alone with you.’ He gave her a sly little smile and went on, the perfect picture of composure. Tav wondered if there was a bat trapped in her throat, fighting to get out.

‘Come in, make yourself at home,’ said Morena, pulling Tav from Gale’s grasp and fussing over her. ‘Good gods, you’re a rake girl. Don’t tell me he hasn’t been cooking for you.’

‘I assure you I have,’ said Gale, a tiny edge in his voice. ‘In fact I volunteered to be camp cook immediately. It’s not my fault she runs headlong into trouble without proper nourishment.’

Tav shot him a venomous look. Oh, I’ll get you back for that, she thought. ‘I had a lot on my mind,’ she said instead. ‘And, well… in it. I admit food was the last thing I was thinking of, I was a little preoccupied with saving the world.’

‘Well, now you can think about food,’ said Morena firmly. ‘I assume you’ll be staying for a while?’

‘Oh, a few weeks at least,’ said Gale breezily. ‘Don’t you worry. I’ll take over the cooking, I promise. It’s been such a long time we’ve been without the comforts of home.’ They sat down together, sharing plates of delicious roasted meats and fish, vegetables cooked to perfection, crusty bread and good olive oil.

‘Good,’ said Morena, satisfied. ‘Can’t have you gallivanting off on another adventure so soon leaving me to worry.’ She paused, sucked her bottom lip into her mouth in thought and then said, ‘and that bitch goddess, is she gone?’

Tav burst out laughing as Gale’s mouth fell open. It was a rare treat to see him so wrong-footed. ‘Well… yes, as it happens,’ he said, recovering. ‘I had no idea you thought of her like that.’

‘She took my son from me,’ Morena growled. Tav was suddenly struck by their similarity. ‘I tried, Gale. But she would not hear my prayers, would not take her claws from you. So what did it?’

‘The Crown of Karsus,’ he said, going on to explain everything. ‘And love, I suppose.’ He leaned over to kiss Tav sweetly on the cheek. ‘Tav gave me something to live for.’

Morena’s deep brown eyes flashed with hurt, but she cleared her throat and then it was gone again. ‘Good. Now, my darling boy, I have plenty to be going on with, why don’t you get settled? I have a meeting at the academy in a few, and then down to the Sea Ward to stop by the Temple of Beauty. You behave while I’m gone, you hear?’

‘Of course,’ said Gale lightly, surreptitiously running his knuckles up Tav’s spine. She suppressed a shiver. In moments the two of them were alone as Morena swept from her home, out into the vastness of the City of Splendours.

‘Well, she’s lovely,’ tried Tav. She stood up, gesturing to all the empty plates. ‘You wash I’ll dry?’ She wanted to be helpful, to pleasantly surprise her potential mother-in-law when she returned, but Gale’s smirk was nothing short of devilish as he reached out a hand and caught her by the waist.

‘I don’t think so,’ he said, pulling her into his lap and pressing his lips to her neck. ‘Will you not indulge my sweet tooth?’

‘Damn it, Gale-‘

‘Hmm?’ He hummed against her skin, sending delicious shivers through her. ‘Say the word and I’ll let you go. Promise.’

‘She said she hoped I’d domesticated you,’ she admonished. It was only half-hearted. She felt his teeth as he grinned against her skin. ‘Clearly I failed.’

‘You never even tried,’ he shot back, grasping the back of her neck, deft fingers kneading at her tense muscles. His other hand drifted to her hip. ‘Still haven’t heard a ‘no’, love.’

‘I certainly did.’ She pouted, squealing as he drew her lip into his mouth and bit gently. ‘Oi!’

‘Use your words.’

‘I don’t want you to stop,’ she said. ‘But I’m also getting you back for that comment earlier. What do you mean me going headlong into danger? What about you?’

‘I’ve made no secret of it,’ he said lightly. ‘How thrilling danger can be.’ He dug his fingers into her hip to pull her attention back as she rolled her eyes. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he said sharply. ‘You can’t pretend to be the goody two shoes, Tav. You’re not so boring as all that, even if you do pretend you’ve never sinned in your life.’

‘I do not,’ she said indignantly, flushing pink. ‘And you’d do well to remember that, Gale Dekarios.’

‘Gods,’ he rasped. ‘Say my name again.’

‘If I do, will you promise to behave? At least help me do the dishes, Gale.’

He shook his head and crushed their lips together. ‘Oh, come on,’ he purred. ‘Live a little. She won’t be back for a few hours yet…’

#gale x tav #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale nonsense #mine #should i do a masterlist/taglist? hm #having some issues tagging some of you apparently.... sigh #if i've missed anyone so sorry!!!

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closer | part three

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au.

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3

chapter summary: you try and avoid joel after your awkward kiss the other day, but it doesn’t take long for him to reel you right back in. 5.2k words.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), inexperienced reader, joel being a menace, more flirting, it’s gonna go DOWN next chapter, reader wears a cropped shirt and jean shorts, reader is described only as having hair

a/n: i hope you are all enjoying this so far! i’m so sorry this chapter definitely ends on a bit of an evil cliffhanger <3

You’re officially hiding from Joel. You realize you’re a grown woman and should be acting more mature about this, but you can’t seem to help the embarrassment that you feel when you even think about seeing him again. You wonder what he must think of you - just some silly girl, afraid of a fucking kiss, that’s what he’s got to think.

You’ve done everything you can think of to stay out of his sight for the last day, although you haven’t noticed any activity over at his house this morning, so it’s safe to assume he’s working today.

The only interaction you’ve had with him was when you thought you’d caught his eye after you came out of your shower yesterday, wrapped in only a towel. You thought better of it, but you couldn’t help the little power trip that having him see you naked through your window gave you the last time. So, pretending you don’t see him, you drop the towel, parading around your apartment looking for something to wear for the day. You know it was probably too far away for him to see if you made eye contact, but you were careful to not look in his direction too much and give yourself away. You’d left the house with a smug smile, wanting to gain back a little of the power you felt you lost when you’d embarrassed yourself.

You try to keep yourself busy - starting your day with some shopping that’s supposed to be for your new apartment in Austin when you find one, but it ends up turning into clothes shopping, or more specifically, underwear shopping. You bite the inside of your lip, holding up different pairs of sexy underwear, tilting your head as you look at them. Sure, you own plenty of pairs already, but you’re feeling the urge to add to your collection, trying to convince yourself it has nothing to do with Joel despite the passing thoughts wondering which color he’d like to see on you. You decide to call Sofia, your best friend from back in Chicago while you’re ambling through the air conditioned stores, trying to stay out of the house as long as possible.

“So, if I’m hearing you right, you’re telling me that you're embarrassed because you two kissed? Didn’t you want to kiss him?” Sofia says into your ear, sounding incredulous.

“Ugh, it’s not that. It’s that I fucking jumped when he tried to put his hand on my ass, like some teenage virgin or something,” you groan.

“I think you’re overthinking it,” she tells you, “Like, it sounds like he was understanding, right?”

“I don’t know, I think so. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, I just get crazy when I’m around him. I wish you could just see him and understand what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, first of all, I can’t believe you haven’t taken any sneaky pics of him for me yet - it’s truly offensive as your best friend that you haven’t shown me apparently the hottest man alive yet,” Sofia starts, and you laugh. “Secondly, I think you need to just… move on from being embarrassed about it. I know that sounds harsh, but seriously, it sounds like he’s into you.”

“I don’t know… how could he be?” you muse, feeling insecure. You’ve just been unable to see what Joel could find alluring in you when he could have someone more put together, more attractive, less shy around him, the list goes on.

“You’re kidding me… you’re young, you’re hot, and did you already forget the part where he kissed you back and tried to grab your ass?”

You laugh. “Okay, you do have a point, Soph.”

“Of course I do. You’d better get back over there and kiss him again, and don’t even think about texting me or calling me again until you do,” she says, and you scoff in fake hurt. “Okay, not that last part, just kiss him, but please update me every 10 seconds because I miss you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I miss you too,” you say to her with a chuckle, before you wrap up your conversation, knowing she’s right, that it’s really not that big of a deal. You just hate how you feel like you’re constantly embarrassing yourself in front of Joel. By now, it’s the early evening, and you’ve managed to stay away for most of the day, avoiding both Joel and your own thoughts with some good old retail therapy and talking to Sofia.

You take your dinner outside, a grilled cheese and chips, your favorite summer meal since you were a kid, and sit down on a lounge chair. You sit cross legged with your plate and book in front of you, taking in the way the heat of the day has finally turned into that perfect, comfortable evening temperature. You see no sign of Joel, no lights on at his house, and decide to enjoy a few moments of solitude knowing he can’t spot you right now. You get completely lost in your reading, one of the few reprieves you have these days, so you fail to notice lights flickering on next door until a loud, rumbling laugh catches your attention.

You feel like a deer in headlights as you peer over at the source of the noise and see Joel emerging out of his back door, someone trailing closely behind him. He’s wearing what looks like work clothes, although you haven't seen him dress in a whole lot other than t-shirts and jeans, and he has a six pack of beer in one hand. The other man next to him bears some resemblance, the same dark hair and tan skin, although he has a more boy-ish appearance than Joel does, and you assume it’s his brother that he’d mentioned, Tommy.

You don’t know if you should move, run, or hide - a real classic flight or… flight situation. Luckily, it seems like Joel is occupied enough with his brother’s visit that his eyes haven’t made it over in your direction at all. You wonder if there’s an occasion, or they’re just having an after work beer, which you somehow find endearing, like everything else he does. They sit down on Joel’s patio table, supposed-Tommy sitting across from Joel, facing your direction. Good, this is good, you think, he doesn’t know who you are, so why would you catch his attention? You’re still trying to decide your next move, but find seeing Joel is a distraction from even that. You decide to try and sneak away without being noticed

“Hey,” Joel says, calling your name with a wave as you’re halfway up the stairs to your apartment. You groan internally, and grimace slightly before turning around. You’ve been spotted, and feel you have no choice but to engage now. You make it to the fence line between your yards, realizing you’re still awkwardly holding your empty dinner plate and book, and that combined with seeing Joel, turned around in his chair, looking at you, makes you already want to sprint away.

“Hi…” you say, trying to speak up but finding it hard right now.

“This is my brother, Tommy, the one I was tellin’ you about,” Joel says, and there’s something different about his voice, but you can’t quite place it yet. You furrow your brow, but then relax your face, not wanting to be rude. Tommy gives a little glance at you, and then Joel, as if trying to piece together why we’d been talking about him.

“Howdy,” Tommy says with a wave and a friendly smile. At the least, he seems disarming enough that your nerves are settled a bit.

“You joinin’ us for a beer, or what?” Joel says, and that’s when you place it. Joel’s is drunk, or at least tipsy. You think they must have had some beers prior to the six pack they’ve just started drinking. You’re not sure what to do with this information, how to feel about it, but you’re intrigued to see this side of Joel. Tommy, completely unaware of your pain, gives you a hopeful smile, urging you to come over.

“Um, yeah, sure,” you say, and the nervous pit that’s been living in your stomach for days lurches. You want to forget the other day happened, just be normal around Joel, and think that maybe having a drink could be a good start. “Hang on,” you add, holding a finger up before you run up to your apartment, discarding your plate and book, and run back out, not before double checking how you look in the mirror. You scowl a little, feeling like you look spent from your recent sleep deprivation.

You join them a few moments later, awkwardly settling yourself down into one of the chairs. Tommy pulls a bundle of keys out of his pocket, using his bottle opener keychain to crack open one of the beers and starts handing it in your direction before suddenly stopping.

“Wait. You old enough to drink this?” he asks, eyeing you suspiciously. You laugh, not entirely sure if you should feel flattered by the comment. If anything, it makes you feel even more self conscious about the kiss you and Joel shared, your cheeks warm and buzzing just at the memory.

“Oh, yeah, of course. I’m 25,” you respond, and you can see Joel’s gaze shoot over to you as the number comes out of your mouth. You knew he had to have been wondering your age, and while you assumed he had a likely guess, he’s never asked you directly. Tommy gives over the beer to you with a smile now, asking your name. You tell him and he tries to make casual conversation.

“So, I see you and my brother have gotten acquainted then. New neighbors?”

“Kind of,” you say, and you explain the situation with your parents to him.

Tommy laughs, looking over at Joel. “Imagine one of us, doin that with Mom and Dad… whew, we’d have gone crazy. They’re lucky they’ve got a good daughter like you,” he says kindly, and you decide you rather like Tommy now that you’ve met him. He has a welcoming, warm energy that you’re extra appreciative of right now.

Joel chuckles at his brother’s comment, looking between the both of you. “She’s an angel, this one,” Joel says, his gaze landing on you again, and giving a small wink. You smirk and humbly bow your head at their comments. Mostly, you need to get out of seeing Joel’s piercing brown eyes looking at you.

Tommy continues to ask you questions about your life - your time in college, growing up in San Antonio, what kind of hobbies you have. He’s a fun conversationalist, and he makes you feel listened to, looking at you with interest at every answer you throw at him. You manage to squeeze in a few questions of your own, but it seems like Tommy is more interested in hearing about you. Joel is mostly sitting back, listening, laughing here and there and throwing in some of his own comments. But every time you look over at him, it’s as if he’s just… absorbing you with his eyes, hanging on every word you’re saying about yourself. His stare is intimidating in its own way, and you find yourself equally averting it but unable to keep peeking over at him.

You’re now about two beers deep and can feel the light, warm feeling of it coursing through you. This isn’t so bad, after all, you think - you can totally be normal around Joel after your awkward, embarrassing encounter the other day. You’re lulled into a sense of security, enjoying this evening with the Miller brothers, watching them bicker here and there and just letting the conversation flow naturally. They both have a little color on their cheeks as they laugh hard at some inside joke and memory, your smile growing just at seeing how hard they’re laughing - it’s adorable, you think to yourself with a huge grin.

Your parents must have let Benny out in the yard, because he catches Tommy’s attention as he runs over to the fence line and barks at you, probably wondering what the hell you’re doing over there, and not at home with him.

“Now who’s that cute fella?” Tommy asks you, smiling at Benny wagging his tail and panting by the fence.

“That’s Benny, my parents’ dog,” you tell him.

“Ah…” Tommy says, looking over at Joel knowingly, then right at you. “So you’re the reason my brother was late the other day,” he says with a smirk. You are in the middle of sipping your beer, and you immediately choke at Tommy’s words, the bottle falling out of your hands as you cough. It lands on the table with a loud thud, beer going everywhere - on your clothes, on the table, even some spitting out of your mouth as you choke.

“Oh shit,” you yell out in between coughs, quickly jumping up and standing back, seeing the beer dripping off of you, a large puddle on the table. You’re suddenly very aware of just how tipsy you are from the almost two drinks you’ve had - you forget how much of a lightweight you are sometimes. “S-sorry,” you say, trying to brush some of the liquid off of your arms and shirt, but you just end up making a bigger mess.

Tommy and Joel jump up with little chuckles, quickly ready to begin cleaning up the mess. “S’alright darlin’,” Joel says quickly, “Bathroom’s inside and down to the left, why don’t you go clean yourself up a bit,” he suggests to you, while he and Tommy get to work cleaning the mess with the beach towel he still had outside from the other day when you two got caught in the rain.

You rush off into the house, beer dripping off of you, barely bothering to inspect Joel’s house despite desperately wanting to. The sun has gotten much lower in the sky since you arrived over at Joel’s, so his house is relatively dark, and you search down the hallway clumsily, finding your way to the bathroom. Once the light is on, you blink a few times to adjust, and quickly grab the nearest towel, dabbing your arms dry. It’s not much use, considering your clothes are pretty well soaked, but you wet the towel and try wiping your shirt down a bit anyway. You take a few extra moments to calm yourself, feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol and the way Joel has been stealing glances at you all evening. One more deep breath and you decide you’ll leave the bathroom, excuse yourself, and head back home to shower and change. Does Tommy know? Your brain is running off with the idea quickly before even having all of the information. Maybe he just meant the part about Joel’s injury, but you can’t help but picture that little smirk he had on his face. Fuck, you can’t stay, you can’t take it anymore, being around Joel like this after knowing what it felt like to kiss him, having Tommy seeming to know about it.

You open the door, steady your feet slightly, and turn down the hallway, and Joel is standing in the shadows, waiting for you. It causes you to jump a little, seeing his broad form just standing, leaning a shoulder against the wall.

“Oh, uh, I can grab some more towels, to help clean up,” you offer, unsure of what he’s trying to do right now, but Joel doesn’t seem to hear you or care, and he approaches you quickly, crowding his body close to you and you end up with your back against the nearest wall. Joel is standing practically up against you, but his hands are still at his sides. He’s trying so hard not to touch you, to grab your hips and pull them against his. to cup your face and crash his mouth into yours. Fuck, he’d said to himself that he was going to let you come to him, but he can’t help it as his hand twitches towards you.

“You’ve been avoidin’ me, pretty girl,'' Joel says, and he’s slurring a little. He didn’t seem that drunk to you, maybe just buzzed, enough that he’s coming off slightly different than normal. Hearing him call you ‘pretty girl’ sends you speechless, as his pet names always seem to do.

“I - I -“ you stutter, unsure of how to answer. You have been avoiding him, but don’t know how to tell him that, since it seems childish now that you’re faced with it. His large body is pressed so close to yours and you desperately want to lean into it, your mind scrambling completely at the proximity of him.

“S’okay, sweet girl,” he slurs, sending another pulse of desire through you with another new pet name. His hands slowly come up and rest on your waist, the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around either side of you sends what feels like a jolt of electricity through you.

”I just can’t stay away… said I would, but look at you,” he says, letting his tipsy brain spill all his thoughts as he looks down at you, glancing up and down your body and resting his eyes on your face. “Just tell me what you want, ‘cause I know what I want,” he says teasingly, his voice going lower.

“And… What do you want?” you finally muster the courage to ask him, lifting your eyes to search his face. You find his dark eyes staring back, lustful and heavy lidded. You gulp down the excited, panicky feeling you seem to continuously get around him and feel your stomach churning with desire.

Joel hums low, the sound deep and suggestive, followed by a small chuckle, pressing his forehead to yours delicately. One hand reaches up from your waist and gently touches your arm, and you can tell he’s holding back, practically restraining himself as his breathing quickens along with your own.

“You need me to say it?” Joel asks, “Need to hear me say what I wanna do to you?” He groans a little, his hands tightening on your hip and your arm where he’s holding them, pulling you a bit closer to him.

Your breath catches in your throat a little and you don’t know when, but you’ve started shaking slightly with anticipation. You feel the familiar aching between your legs once Joel’s body is pressed even closer to yours. You can smell the beer and the musk of him as you lean your head slightly, causing your nose to nudge his as you nod slightly, awaiting his answer. You’re curious to know exactly what he wants to do to you, and in fine detail.

Joel takes a breath in to answer, but a sound from down the hallway towards the kitchen takes you both out of the moment - someone clearing their throat. You gasp and try to leap back from Joel, but the wall is right there, still leaving you at Joel’s mercy. Joel pulls back, but only slightly, as if he doesn’t care that Tommy is standing right there, watching all of this.

“Just came for some paper towels, but I see I’m… interrupting something,” Tommy says cooly, and his tone isn’t like you’d heard before, it’s much less warm and genial. He’s upset, you realize, and you think maybe he has every right to be, knowing how young you are compared to his brother.

“I- I’m so sorry,” you mumble, and to whom you’re apologizing, you’re not even sure. You start to slide out from under Joel’s form, still so dangerously close to you, and his hand falls from your arm, letting you go. “I should, I should go…” you mumble as you brush past him and start rushing towards Tommy to cut through the kitchen to the back door. You stop abruptly, awkwardly near Tommy and without looking him in the eyes, say, “It was nice meeting you,” before making a beeline for the back door. What the fuck had just happened? you think to yourself over and over as you burst through the door to your apartment, standing with your back against it for several moments to try and collect yourself.

“Jesus Christ, Joel, I was joking about her being the reason you were late,” Tommy chides, leaning back against the counter in Joel’s kitchen. “I didn’t realize… whatever the hell that was… was going on.”

Joel sighs, running a hand down his face, his buzz quickly wearing off at his younger brother’s scolding. “Tommy, it’s not anything. I’m gonna need you to mind your damn business for once in your life,” Joel retorts, feeling frustration rising up quickly in his chest.

“Right, just forget I saw that? She’s 25, Joel.” Tommy sets down the beer he was holding on the counter next to him and crosses his arms.

“It’s not that big of a deal, she’s just sweet on me, I think. I was a little drunk and she was… just there,” Joel replies, knowing his argument is weak, falling apart by the minute.

“And so you’re just, what? Egging her on for the fun of it? It ain’t a game, Joel.” Tommy’s tone is getting more serious, gearing up for an argument with his brother.

“God damn it, I realize that, Tommy,” Joel says, his voice rising dramatically. Tommy cocks his head, his eyebrows drawn, studying his brother as the realization begins to dawn on him.

“You don’t… Joel tell me you don’t have feelings for her.” Tommy sighs, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

“You don’t think I know it’s wrong? That I wanna be with someone nearly twenty years younger? Fucking hell, brother, I know it.”

“Shit…” Tommy says simply, at a loss for words right now. They stand in an awkward silence, Joel shifting from one leg to another, unsure of where to even go next with this conversation.

“Look, I’ve been trying. To avoid it, that is. Really hard, I’m trying…” Joel trails off, and Tommy looks over at him again, a softer look in his eyes now that he’s coming down from his anger.

“But…” Tommy urges him on.

“Seems you already know. Don’t know if I can stop seein’ her,'' Joel shrugs.

“Listen, you know I’ve done my fair share of stupid shit in my life so I’m not one to talk. She’s a sweet gal, though, and you shouldn’t be fuckin’ around with her like that.”

Joel sighs even more deeply. “I know you aren’t gonna believe me when I say this, but… I want to treat her right, Tommy. It’s not a game to me, swear.”

Tommy looks over at his brother skeptically. Sure, he believes his brother, but can Joel really follow through on that? He isn’t so sure. “My advice? Stay away from her,” Tommy says with finality, taking another swig from his beer.

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your advice,” Joel says quickly, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Why do you care so much, Joel? You don’t need to be messing with a young girl’s life, drag her into your shit.”

“First off, it seems she’s interested in me, and she knows she’s not my age, she ain’t stupid. She can make her own decisions.” Joel crosses his arms and stares his brother down.

“And secondly…?”

“She’s a sweet girl, kind, funny, and…beautiful, of course, but that’s besides the point, I think. Somethin’ about her… I can’t explain, Tommy.”

“So it’s more than just wanting to fuck her?” Tommy says, still suspicious of Joel’s intentions.

“I don’t know yet, if I’m honest,” Joel starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I think so. But we haven’t…” Joel admits before he can stop himself, feeling a little color creep onto his cheeks. Tommy sighs again, his frustration still palpable, but he breaks a little bit.

“Jesus, Joel,” Tommy breathes out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you’re not going to listen to me, just be careful, please?”

“I will,” Joel says firmly, and he means it. He doesn’t have any intention of hurting you, or messing with your life. He does want to fuck you, very badly, in fact, but he’s pretty sure it’s more than that at this point - he wants to spend time with someone sweet like you, someone who is kind and generous and loving. He’s found during the conversations this evening that he’s more attracted to you than even he realized, and he knows that Tommy is right, he’s completely fucked up for wanting to be with you like that. He knows deep down that his brother’s advice is sound, but after seeing you giggling all evening at their jokes, hearing the passion with which you talk about your hobbies and life, getting close enough to breathe in your delicious scent again, he knows he’s absolutely doomed. There’s no staying away from you.

Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover it. You want nothing more than to hide away forever, and yes, you realize you’re being dramatic, but having Tommy walk in on you and Joel all over each other wasn’t how you’d wanted to end your evening. You practically felt like you’d gone home with your tail between your legs, and you’ve been moping around for the last hour after you’d showered the beer off and changed into your pajamas. A quiet knock on your door before it opens alerts you, and you look up from your bed to see your mother coming in.

“Sorry to bother you, honey,” she starts, stepping tentatively into the room. You sit up on the bed and try to give her your best smile.

“No, that’s alright, mom, what’s up?” you say, your own voice coming out a bit strained sounding to you. She eyes you a little suspiciously, but decides to continue on.

“Just wanted to say hi,” she says, smiling at you, and you realize you’ve been so preoccupied with your own shit that you’ve barely bothered to check in on them when they are home from work. “And I’d just meant to say thank you the other day for fixing that cabinet. You know it was driving me nuts,” she says, straightening up some pillows and blankets on the couch before sitting down. You pause for a moment, debating on what Joel had said about you taking credit, but it felt… awkward to lie about.

“Actually, it was uh, Joel… Miller from next door,” you admit sheepishly, worried about any follow up questions she might have. You’re not a great liar, and you worry she would see right through you if you tried to hide the way just talking about him makes you giddy, despite the conflict regarding him raging through you right now.

“Oh?” she says, urging you to continue with her head tilting. Your mom’s eyebrows are raised, and she looks absolutely enraptured by what you’re going to say next. She’s a sucker for random acts of kindness, you know.

“He saw me trying to fix the gate, and then asked if there was anything else we needed help with, so… yeah. He works as a contractor, I guess, so he knew what he was doing. Unlike me.” Your face lights up a little just talking about him but the room is dimly lit enough you think it might hide it from her.

“We’ll have to thank him. That’s awfully nice, isn’t it?” your mom says with a smile, suddenly getting up. “Let me make him something, some cookies, oh, or a pie, and you can bring it over,” she rambles mostly to herself, already halfway to the door to put her plan to action. You groan - she is absolutely insane, thinking about making a whole pie at seven thirty in the evening, you think, rolling your eyes. The thought quickly strikes you that it would be a good excuse to see Joel again if you had a reason to go over to his place, and your heart rate picks up a bit. Maybe it would help, you think, if you were able to just try and talk things out with him. You haven’t stopped thinking about the question he’d asked you earlier - to tell him what you want.

You think you finally have your answer. You know exactly what you want, and you’re pretty sure that you’re feeling brave enough to tell him tonight. You’re tired of hiding, of feeling too embarrassed to even look at him. You need things to progress one way or another, you decide.

You follow your mom back to the main house, helping her in the kitchen, and about thirty minutes later she has fresh chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and is plating them up with you. Your mother never ceases to amaze you when she gets into a mood like this - she’s one of the most efficient people you’ve ever met. She hands you the cookies with a smile, urging you to go deliver them now.

“It’s kind of late, don’t you think?” you ask, wanting to make sure you don’t seem too eager.

She frowns a little as she glances at the clock. “I don’t know…” she says, and you can see the familiar overthinking anxiety taking over her instantly.

“That’s alright, mom, I got this. I’ll just run them over right now, I think he stays up kind of late, I’ve seen him out in the yard past eight o'clock before,” you reassure her, half for your own reasons, you think with a hint of guilt.

“Oh, good, thank you, honey,” your mom replies, a relieved grin coming over her face. “I just want to make sure we get off to a good start with our neighbors.” You almost laugh, thinking she doesn’t have to worry about that too much with the things you’re hoping to do with him.

“I’ll probably head back to the apartment and get some sleep after, so we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” you tell her. You want to have an excuse if in case, and the thought alone makes you want to squeal, anything happens that keeps you at Joel’s longer than they’d expect you to be there.

You leave out the back door, quickly rushing up to your apartment to change your clothing and get ready. You put on your favorite cropped tank top, tight around your chest, and it’s in a blue color that you think looks great on you. You choose your shortest pair of jean shorts for the bottom of your ensemble, feeling a little ridiculous putting on as little clothing as possible for him. You rush to your mirror, tousling your hair a bit to make sure it looks in place. You can’t believe you’re doing this for what’s supposed to be a quick visit, but you dab on a bit of makeup - some mascara and a hint of blush, just to give you a fresh look. You take a deep breath and smooth your hair one more time before leaving down the stairs, making your way to the front of Joel’s house. You have to do this before you lose your nerve, you think to yourself, mentally urging your shaking hand forward. You inhale one more time before knocking on the door, feeling your stomach flipping with anticipation as it starts to open.

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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Give me the GOODS

Angst

What would happen if eyeless jack didn't eat for a REAAALL long time, like he put it off and that back fired.

Bc his s/o happened to come around at the wrong time, and got attacked by him (accidentally)

If they live or die, that's up to you. But what do you think?

Aftermath of Eyeless Jack accidentally harming the reader during a frenzy

two things; idk how to title this andddddd i already wrote something like this a few months ago but i think im going to add more to it! beware linked post is very badly written because ! uhuh! anyways errrrm jack being an involuntary vessel for some funky demon shit my beloved hc anyways obvious cw for mentions of. well jack harming the reader on accident; in this post and the one linked above first post of the new year and its angst

assuming this is right after the events of the linked post, or within the days following that i think he would bar you from entering his cabin not long after he gets his... "meal"

emotions are definitely running high in this one, even if he tries not to show it. i mean you were the one he decided to bite a chunk out of, he doesnt care that he immediately spit it out. he didnt care that he scraped his tongue clean that night. in his eyes (or rather, his empty sockets) what he did was truly unforgiveable and he always feared something like this would happen

all of the reassurances you gave him now meant nothing now

honestly i think this might be grounds for him to break up with you; you did nothing wrong. hes putting all the blame on himself

torn between him having the balls to break up with you to your face or if hes going to pussy out and tell you through the door when you try to ask him to let you in

hell if it comes down to it he might even migrate to a new area if you keep trying to come to him and try to talk things out

heres the thing i talk a lot about how jack hates himself and how he was tricked into this whole botched human sacrifice thing that made him the way he is now. but i dont talk much about just how much he hates himself and how much of a toll that takes on his mental health

i mean think about it, overtime his humanity is literally slipping from him and theres nothing he can do. his 'blood frenzies' as i like to call him are eventually going to get worse and more frequent. not to mention hes going to keep losing more of his human features as time goes on. can you imagine what that does to someone? one day hes going to forget who you are and its going to end in disaster; assuming youre still alive and well when that happens... be it because he simply outlives you thanks to his new pseudo-immortality or worse

im kind of getting off topic but the point is hes going to sit in those thoughts and feelings for a LONG time, really for as long as hes still capable to form a coherent thoughts that isnt about his next meal

like the last post had at least a little bit of hope that maybe you guys will be able to move forward, but the more that i think about it i dont think you guys can bounce back from it. at least jack cant. doesnt matter how much you try to tell him its okay, or how many times you reassure him. if you dont scar its not going to help at all

but if the wound does scar? oh boy thats just going to make him sink deeper into his thoughts, probably making him lean more of cutting himself out of your life

no happy endings for you guys the moment this man slips up around you

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack imagine

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justabigassnerd · 2 years ago

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Deployments Suck

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 3,391

Warnings - injuries, hospitals, mentions of death, mentions of Goose, panic attack

Summary - while on a deployment, your dad gets injured in an eerily similar way to your grandfather

A/N - whaddup it's another fic from yours truly! This was another request sent in by an anon so I hope you like it and I did your idea justice! I have a fair number of fics to write but I know y'all also like my 'Hangman junior' fics so I think I might alternate between fics for that and my requests just to keep things balanced. Anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

Being raised in a military household, deployments were no stranger to you. It didn’t mean you liked them. You hated them with every fibre of your being. It meant that for however long the Navy saw fit, your dad would be risking his life out there and you never knew if he was alive or not until you got his occasional messages or if you were lucky a phone call.

This deployment was no different. Your dad had come home one day with a glum look on his face, telling you he was going to be deployed for a couple of months. On the day he was deployed, you, like most families, went with your dad and Maverick to the dock to see him off where he gave you a large bear hug and told you to be good for Maverick as since the two made up, any deployment Rooster went on, he made sure you stayed with Maverick. You had watched as your dad disappeared into the sea of Navy personnel and boarded the carrier that would take him to god knows where. You had cried as the carrier left the dock while Maverick gave you a tight hug before he gently took you away and back to his house.

The days that passed while your dad was away felt like they were years long. School dragged on forever and you’d have little energy to do anything when you made it back to Maverick and Penny’s house. Maverick would always keep you up to date with what he was told about Bradley’s mission, making sure you knew your dad was safe. He’d always let you know when your dad contacted him, letting Maverick know when he was free so he could call you. Maverick saw how you hid your sadness from your dad, promising him that you were doing okay and that you were getting on well at school. After every phone call, Maverick would sit with you and tell you it’s okay to tell your dad you miss him, but you’d always shake your head and tell him you didn’t want him to worry about you.

“Sweetheart. He misses you too. It’s never easy being apart from family.” Maverick would always say as he held you while you fought back tears. He’d then usually do something to try to take your mind off what was upsetting you by taking you out on his motorbike despite Penny’s objections and he’d buy the both of you ice cream and you’d eat it as you watched the waves crashing against the shore. It helped to ease your mind for a little and you always appreciated Maverick’s efforts. As time went on you started to feel a little better. You still missed your dad like crazy, but Maverick, Penny, and Amelia made life a little easier and you knew that each passing day was one day closer to your dad coming home. One day, you were at school, tapping your pen against your notebook mindlessly as you thought about the question you were reading on the board when one of the office staff opened the door to your classroom and stepped in while apologising to the teacher for the disruption.

“I need y/n Bradshaw to come with me, please.” All eyes fell on you as a crescendo of ‘ooh’ erupted from your classmates as your teacher silenced them quickly.

“y/n, bring all your stuff with you.” The receptionist says as you go to stand up, making you move to scoop all of your books into your bag as you follow her out of the classroom, ignoring the whispers of your classmates as you go. You follow the receptionist to the school office where Maverick is standing, a worried expression on his face.

“Mav, is everything okay?” The innocence of your question and the worry on your face made his eyes instantly grow misty, fighting the tears back even more as he glances over at the receptionist, silently asking for some privacy. The second the receptionist is out of sight; Maverick turns back to you taking a deep breath before he talks.

“y/n, it’s your dad.” Your heart plummeted into your stomach at his words and all Maverick could see at that moment was the same expression he saw from Carole when he had to tell her about Goose.

“What happened?” You asked instantly, worry clawing at your stomach as Maverick gestured for you to follow him. He doesn’t miss you glancing back at the school and then back at him.

“I’ve got you excused for a few days so don’t worry about that. We’ll head to the hospital and explain everything on the way.” Maverick says quickly as he leads you out to Penny’s car that she let him take the moment he told her what was going on. As you get in the car, Maverick explains that not even half an hour ago he got a call from Cyclone informing him that Bradley had been in an accident. He told you how your dad got caught in a jet wash and went into a spin where he was forced to eject but the canopy hadn’t quite cleared because of the spin. The second Maverick got the call he was sprinting out of Top Gun, going to tell Penny what was happening before coming straight to your school after Penny told him to take her car. Maverick continued to explain that while he didn’t know the severity of Bradley’s injuries, he knew he was being brought to the hospital on base. Maverick glanced over at you occasionally as he spoke, and he saw your eyes shining with tears as you processed everything that he was telling you. Maverick was also trying his hardest to fight back the memories of Goose as he drove. What Cyclone had described to Maverick was way too close to what happened with Goose and Maverick was terrified that Bradley was going to meet a similar fate. Despite the surging memories of his best friend and worry for his godson, Maverick was trying to stay strong for your sake because he knew you needed someone to lean on right now and like he did for Carole and Bradley all those years ago, he would do the same for you. When you make it to the hospital, Maverick finds a place to park and the two of you climb out of the car.

The smell of disinfectant was pungent when you walked through the automatic doors of the hospital, making your nose wrinkle instinctively. You stuck to Maverick’s side as he approached the front desk, fear chewing on your stomach as you glance around the hospital seeing doctors and nurses rushing around.

“We’re here for Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Maverick says the second you reach the desk. The receptionist glances up at him and then at you before turning his attention back to his computer.

“Family?” The receptionist asks, looking back up at you and Maverick.

“Yes. I’m his godfather and this is his daughter.” Maverick explains, fighting to keep his cool as the receptionist types away on his computer once more.

“He’s only just been brought in so you guys may have to wait a bit while the doctors assess and treat him.” The receptionist states calmly before gesturing in the direction of the waiting room. You and Maverick head into the waiting room and take seats in the corner of the room, glancing at the other people in the waiting room as you sit down. As you took your seat next to Maverick you couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing anxiously as you waited. You tried flicking through the old magazines to take your mind off being in the hospital, but nothing could soothe your rapidly beating heart and racing thoughts. Out of nowhere, your breaths became short and rapid, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was an iron fist closing around your lungs and squeezing them so tight that no air could get in or out of them no matter how hard you tried. You were so frozen with fear and panic that you couldn’t move to get Maverick’s attention until he looked up from his phone. His eyes immediately widened when he realised what was going on. Your wide eyes and shortness of breath were tell-tale signs that you were having a panic attack.

“Hey y/n/n. Look at me.” Maverick says softly, managing to get your attention on him, your teary eyes locking with his. Maverick could see the rapid rising and fall of your chest and his brain started to formulate ideas of how to help you out.

“y/n, sweetheart, can I touch you?” Maverick asks gently, waiting for you to respond and it takes you a moment, but you manage to force a nod. Maverick carefully takes your hand in his and places it on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“You feel that? Focus on that, okay?” Maverick continues, taking slow, deep breaths for you to follow. Your focus wanders and you start to look around at the people in the waiting room, worried they’re looking at you.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me kid. Just keep focusing on my breathing and try to follow along, okay?” Maverick carefully navigates getting your attention back on him as he squeezes your hand to keep your focus on his breaths. He continues taking slow breaths and quietly counting how long to inhale, hold and release the breaths and he watches as your chest stops rising and falling as rapidly as it was initially. He keeps going until he’s sure the panic attack has passed. He waits for you to speak on your own terms as you take your hand away from him, fiddling with your fingers in your lap as your eyes fall to the floor in front of you.

“Thank you, Mav.” You managed to say, your voice thick with tears as you used the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Maverick asks softly, his gaze not once leaving you as you sniffle before giving him a weak nod.

“I’m better than I was. That was really scary.” You admit, scuffing your shoe against the linoleum floor of the waiting room.

“Yeah, panic attacks can be scary. I say that from experience.” Maverick says, thinking back to all the panic attacks he had after Goose died and how Iceman helped him without hesitation. He thought back to the ones he had when he’d have nightmares of Bradley getting shot down after the uranium mission and how Penny would coach him through getting through them.

“I’m just so scared. What if dad dies? I’ll be alone.” You whisper, tears pooling in your eyes once more and rolling down your cheeks as Maverick pulls you into his arms, gently squeezing you as you bury your face in his jacket.

“Your dad is tough. He’ll make it. But you’d never be alone if something happened. You have me, Penny, Amelia, and all of Dagger Squad.” Maverick says gently as he runs a hand up and down your back soothingly as you hide further in his jacket. Maverick continues to reassure you that your dad was going to be okay. He knew it was most likely a bad idea since he could be giving you false hope, but he had faith that Bradley would pull through. Once you’ve been calmed down, you and Maverick chat quietly to each other for a couple of hours, seeing people leave the waiting room and new people entering until a nurse comes in.

“Family of Lieutenant Bradshaw?” At the nurse’s voice, you and Maverick got out of your seats crossing to the nurse who smiles gently at the two of you.

“Is he okay?” You ask when you reach her.

“Yes. He’s going to make a full recovery. I can take you up to him if you’d like?” You and Maverick immediately nod at her words and follow the nurse up to your dad’s hospital room as you feel relief setting in that he’s going to be okay. When you enter the room, you see your dad lying in his hospital bed, fast asleep as the heart monitor beeps steadily.

“He’s been given a fair amount of pain medication to make sure he’s not feeling any pain, but it’ll also help him rest which is what his body needs to recover.” The nurse explains as you cross to his bedside, pulling up a chair alongside the bed and taking your dad's hand in yours. You hear Maverick thanking the nurse before she leaves and then crosses to you.

“I’m gonna grab us something to eat and drink and call Penny. Will you be okay up here for a bit?” Maverick asks, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to draw your attention to him.

“I’ll be okay, Mav.” You reply quietly, smiling at Maverick who returns with a smile of his own.

“Call or text if you need anything.” Maverick says, ducking down to press a kiss to the top of your head before exiting the room in search of food. You don’t move from your spot, turning your attention back to your dad as you start to talk about what has happened between now and the last time you got to call him. You knew he probably couldn’t hear you, but it brought some form of comfort to just talk to him. You told him about how Maverick took you out on his motorbike and you smiled to yourself, imagining how your dad would react to that. After a while, Maverick reappears in the room with some food and drink which he hands to you, sitting in a seat of his own before pointing at the food with his fork.

“You haven’t eaten in ages, eat up kiddo.” He says, digging into his own food which you follow, not realising how hungry you were until you started eating. You finished your food pretty quickly and thanked Maverick. You and Maverick continue to chat as you hope for your dad to wake up soon. As the sun begins to set, Maverick excuses himself briefly to grab some water and when he returns, he finds that you had fallen asleep. Your head was resting on the bed, and you were still holding onto Bradley’s hand. Just as Maverick crosses to you, a nurse enters the room and smiles at Maverick.

“Visiting hours are over now, sir.” He says with a gentle smile as he looks from Maverick to your sleeping form.

“Can she stay?” Maverick asks, looking at the nurse who nods lightly.

“She can stay. Do you want me to set up a bed for her?” The nurse asks kindly.

“No. No point in disturbing her.” Maverick replies, finding a piece of paper and a pen before scribbling a note for you in case you wake up while he’s gone. After placing the note on the bedside table, he takes his jacket off and drapes it across your shoulders before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“If it’s possible, I’d appreciate it if someone could call me if he wakes up while I’m not here.” Maverick says before finally leaving the room and making his way home to Penny and Amelia.

The next morning when Maverick entered Bradley’s hospital room, you were still asleep, but Bradley was awake, smiling tiredly over at Maverick as he ran a thumb over the back of your hand.

“Hey, Mav.” Bradley mumbles. Maverick lets out a sigh of relief before crossing to his godson.

“Hey, kid. It’s good to see you awake. You scared the shit out of us.” Maverick says as he pulls up the other chair to Bradley’s bedside.

“I scared the shit out of myself too.” Bradley admits with a weak chuckle, wincing when a spark of pain flashes through him.

“Do I need to get a nurse?” Maverick asks, noticing the wince and preparing to stand up and go in search of a nurse.

“No, I’m okay.” Bradley says quickly, his words making Maverick stop his movement and settle back into his seat.

“How’s y/n been?” Bradley then asks, gazing down at you softly as you continued to sleep.

“She’s been okay. She had a panic attack in the waiting room yesterday and she was terrified she was going to lose you. But after getting to come in here with you, I think it helped calm her down.” Maverick explains, adjusting the jacket that had half slipped off during the night.

“Thank you for being there for her Mav.” Bradley says quietly, guilt beginning to gnaw at his stomach for this situation. When he first held you in his arms after you were born, he swore to himself that he’d always be there for you. After losing his dad so young he didn’t want to put you through the same pain that he went through. On every deployment, he would do his absolute best to come home to you. When his jet went into that spin all he could think about was you and if he was going to make it home. Bradley gently wiggles his hand free from your grip and begins to run his hand through your hair, smiling lightly to himself when you begin to stir. When your eyes blink open Bradley gently ruffles your hair.

“There she is.” He says with a grin as you focus on your surroundings, sitting up suddenly when you realise your dad is awake.

“Dad, you’re okay!” You exclaim happily, tears welling in your eyes at seeing your dad awake and smiling.

“I’m okay.” He repeats, accepting the hug you embrace him in. You tried to be mindful of his injuries, but Bradley didn’t care, he just wanted to give you a hug.

“I missed you. Deployments suck.” You mumble into his shoulder.

“I missed you more. And yes, deployments do suck.” Bradley replies with a chuckle as you pull away from the embrace, sitting back in your chair and handing Maverick his jacket which had slipped off in your excitement. You quickly wipe at your eyes to rid them of any tears.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?” Bradley asks softly, regarding you with his gentle gaze.

“I’m doing better now I know you’re okay.” You admit with a small smile. Before anything else could be said, a nurse enters the room with a bright smile on her face.

“It’s good to see you awake Lieutenant Bradshaw. How’s the pain for you?” The nurse asks kindly as she picks up his chart.

“It’s not too bad. I’m sure I’m meant to be in a lot more pain given what happened to me so whatever meds you’re giving me are doing their job.” Your dad says with a grin as the nurse scribbles things down before checking his iv and monitors.

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re not in pain. I’ll leave you be for a bit, but I’ll have to come back to check you over.” The nurse says, writing some more things down before returning the chart and leaving the room.

“Do you want to head home and get some rest, y/n/n? I can’t imagine the sleep you had last night wasn’t great given that you were hunched over.” Bradley asks when he notices your attempt to hide a yawn behind your hand.

“No, I’m okay. I just want to be with you.” You say quickly, shaking your head adamantly as Bradley smiles knowingly. He knew you were scared of him being out of your sight and something happening while you were not there. He knew he’d be exactly the same if it were you in the hospital bed. He wanted you to rest comfortably but he knew any debate with you was a losing one, you’ve had him wrapped around your little finger since the day you were born.

“Alright then.” Bradley chuckles, looking over at Maverick who shrugs jokingly.

“I think she’s sticking by your side until you’re out of hospital.” Maverick says with a smile as he pats you on the back.

“I guess this is what I should expect when I raise a daddy’s girl, huh?”

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hmserebusadjacent · 5 months ago

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Don't have to be ok

I came up with the idea for this story this morning, and wanted to write and post it within a day to give myself a little boost after a rough start to the week. Reading this back, I realised this story is essentially me projecting my need to be comforted by Emmrich. But I hope you find the story enjoyable nonetheless.

So please enjoy Emmrich comforting Rook, saying that he doesn't have to be ok, that he will always be there for him.

Emmrich Volkarin x Trans Male Rook (Pining, longing, comfort, implied gender dysphoria on Rook's part, cloud gazing).

Word count: 2,677

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Rook hadn't been his usual self today. He'd drifted off into the recesses of his own mind so often that each time it felt harder for Emmrich to pull him back. There was so much anxiety stored in the way Rook fussed with his hair or pulled at the fingers on his gloves, all of that energy just pouring out into his aura too.

Emmrich wasn't the only one to notice, of course. Davrin kept on shooting Rook sideways glances and then looking to Emmrich as if he had the answers. For once, Emmrich didn't have many words to give. It was the subtler signs that also gave him pause, like the way Rook fussed with the way his clothes hung around his hips and thighs. The way he had chewed the inside of his lips so much that Emmrich wouldn't be surprised if it was bleeding.

The necromancer couldn't blame their fearless leader for feeling the strain of leadership, helping to keep his team alive and stopping the world from ending. All that would have been enough but Rook also had to worry about not going mad from anxiety, grief, stress, any of the above or indeed every emotion under the sun.

He couldn't blame Rook for having off days at all. He just wished he knew how to help better. To ease the strain even if he couldn't shoulder any of it. Emmrich did try, he really did. From ensuring Rook slept well, ate well and always being a willing ear if Rook needed to talk to someone about anything or nothing.

It was the least he could do for the man who had given his life purpose, for reminding him that life could be lived with other people rather than with the dead who no longer needed the spark of existence. Rook truly enlivened Emmrich Volkarin, and maybe one day he would have the courage to tell him.

And to tell him that he loved him above all things too. More than he had ever loved anyone before.

And when he held Rook in his arms whilst they hugged, or when Rook linked arms with him whilst they walked, or when they shared those late evenings chatting about everything and nothing over tea, Emmrich knew that this was what he wanted for the rest of his life.

To be his, in whatever form that took. If Rook also wanted to be his? It would be the happiest day of Emmrich’s life if he found out that Rook liked him half as much as he liked him.

When Rook designated their camping spot for the night, Emmrich's heart clenched with just how tired and fatigued Rook looked. Not just emotionally but physically, and the way he dropped his bag to the floor with a final thud made the mage’s heart jump in his chest.

“Will you two be alright setting up the smaller stuff while I have some time to myself?”, Rook asked, gaze almost pleading even as he willed something like a reassuring smile to his lips.

A niggling voice in the back of Emmrich’s mind said that Rook shouldn’t be by himself, even if he needed it. Maybe it was partly his perpetual need to have Rook in sight so that all felt right with the world.

But he also recognised that Rook had done more than enough today. They had walked miles and Rook hadn’t once complained, even with the evidence of his fatigue present in the dark rings under his eyes. If Rook needed time away from he and Davrin to recharge, to remind himself of where he was in the world, then that was what would happen.

“Of course. Do let us know if you need anything, Rook. We’re here for you.”

Rook’s bottom lip trembled at that, as if he might burst into tears and just give in to the reckless abandon of exhausted crying. But instead he smiled and gave Davrin a nod, and his gaze lingered on Emmrich for longer than it had their companion when he said

“Thank you. I won’t be far.”

When Rook had disappeared off with a blanket under his arm, Emmrich turned back to Davrin to find the elf giving him a look he knew very well by this point. All of the others had sent it his way too, and Emmrich felt his cheeks flushing with heat and just how very obvious he seemed to be. Well, obvious to everyone but Rook, apparently.

Trying to push his worries of Rook to the side for a moment (and failing miserably), Emmrich dived into getting their camp set up, casting glances in the direction that Rook had walked off in every so often.

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Emmrich managed half an hour before his mind was worrying so much about Rook that he could barely sit still and allow himself to rest. He’d been counting the minutes, every one that Rook spent wherever he was making the mage’s gut clench with nerves.

“Go and see where he is. I think he would appreciate it”, Davrin announced from across the other side of camp, making Emmrich jump as he was pulled from his looping thoughts. That Davrin thought he would be the best one to comfort Rook was gratifying, that other people thought Emmrich himself made Rook feel so comforted and safe.

He’d never take the trust Rook placed him and the strength he gained from their friendship lightly. If he could always use that power for good, Emmrich would be a happy man.

He also didn’t need to be told twice to go and check on Rook, finding his way to his feet almost instantaneously as the mage’s mind was already far ahead of him planning just what to say to their friend and leader.

It didn’t take long to find Rook, his energy seemingly having given out on him in a nice little clearing in the woods nearby. The clearing was so pleasingly symmetrical, a beautifully wide circle glade filled with all sorts of wildflowers and buzzing bees. In the middle of this haven was Rook, spread out on his blanket, silhouetted by the sun in a way that only made him look more beautiful. Rook looked so at home here, amongst the wildflowers and beauties of nature that he adored so much, one of the other myriad of things he indulged in to help keep himself sane.

In that moment, Emmrich was visibly reminded of his wish to take Rook to see the gardens of Nevarra City when the lilies in the ponds were in bloom, to marvel at the brightly coloured fish that came up to the water’s surface to snap at insects. If Rook would allow him he would also take him to see some of the gardens in the Necropolis on the higher levels to see the gardens borne of love and kept going by ongoing devotion that Emmrich wished so badly to feel for his own. If Rook would indulge him, Emmrich would tuck a flower behind one of his pointed ears and lead him on a dance in the magelights he would conjure to light their impromptu ballroom. Maybe if he was lucky Rook would allow Emmrich to artfully drape him over the back of his knee at the end of it all, his eyes shining as they both came back together and chanced a glance down at the other’s lips…

“Emmrich? You ok over there?”

Shattered shards of his hopeful visions cracked apart in Emmrich’s mind as he remembered where he was, gaze focusing back on Rook more clearly and the look of soft amusement on his face. Had Emmrich been staring at him slack jawed for a little while then? It wouldn’t be the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Ah, yes! I just wanted to ensure that you were alright. Perhaps ask if you wanted some company?”

The beaming smile Rook sent his way was so utterly bright compared to the thin lipped smiles the rogue had been putting on earlier. Like something had genuinely managed to lift his spirits in the last half an hour and seeing Emmrich again was the icing on the proverbial cake. Whatever the case was, Emmrich was just glad to see the man smiling and looking hopeful again. Maker, he looked pretty.

“You can cloud gaze with me, if you like. Come on over.”

Cloud gazing? Emmrich couldn’t remember the last time he had done that. The last time was probably with his mother, lying down on the ground on a picnic blanket as they both giggled to themselves over heart and nug shaped wisps of clouds. A time before he had come into his magic, even, before the whole world had taken on a different hue and cast different shadows across all of their lives.

“I’d love to!” Emmrich replied cheerfully, already making his way through the tall grass and flowers, trying his level best not to trip over or to disturb the fuzzy lazy bees too much. With every advancing step Rook came into even lovelier focus, a scabious flower to the left of his head making his eyes shine an even deeper blue. It didn’t seem possible that the space could be lightening too, that the rogue was making the sun shine brighter by his very joy at seeing Emmrich approaching him.

By the time Emmrich reached the blanket and the sitting Rook, his heart was beating out a joyous yet nervous rhythm against the inside of his ribs. How the rogue looked so effortlessly beautiful all the time was beyond Emmrich, having decided long ago to simply bask in the man’s magnificence whilst he could.

“Come on then, you”, Rook murmured as he patted the space on the blanket beside him and fuck did Emmrich want to swoon on so many levels. That their closeness meant he was described using such soft words, commanded with such a fond tone of voice. Besotted wasn't enough of a word to describe the feelings Emmrich had for Rook. Maybe there weren't words strong enough.

But if looks could convey even half of those feelings, Emmrich was sure he was showing them now as he gently lowered himself to sit beside Rook, immediately feeling more calm for being in his presence. As he studied the man across from him for a moment, it did genuinely seem that Rook had found solace in this little space. He couldn't take all the credit for this change, of course, but Emmrich hoped that he had contributed a fraction of that ease that Rook now felt within himself.

When Emmrich laid down fully on the comfortable blanket a minute later, he was more than settled in for the pair of them to remain where they were, to bask in their semi closeness where he could easily brush their hands together if they went to point at the same cloud.

But Rook surprised the mage once again by asking an earth shattering question.

“Would you hold my hand?”

Emmrich turned his attention from the sky and was almost immediately disarmed by the fond look in Rook’s eyes, the entire question such an open quest for comfort that Emmrich couldn’t resist. He put his romantic feelings aside for the moment as he nodded, hand inching across the blanket till he could feel Rook’s hand next to his. Emmrich wouldn’t describe himself as a particularly brave man, but the way he gently placed his hand on top of the rogue’s hand and laced their fingers together might be one of the bravest things he had ever done.

And Rook’s smile was more than worth the risk.

After that, it was just a case of both men turning their faces to the sky and watching the world go by. There were a number of clouds available for perusal, all being blown slowly across the expanse by a thermal wind much higher up. A collage of mist and cloud fluff that still couldn’t compare to the beauty of the man next to Emmrich.

Rook offered his first suggestion for a cloud lookalike, pointing upwards and to the left.

“If you squint, that one looks like a nug. I’ve heard that the Divine has all but filled the Grand Cathedral with the little buggers.”

“There’s got to be someone who adores those creatures, I suppose. Lake Calenhad looks a bit like a rabbit if you squint, or so I’ve been told”, Emmrich replied, glad to hear the little huff of a laugh Rook uttered under his breath.

As Emmrich pointed to a cloud to his right, he felt Rook squeeze his hand as if the rogue worried that the mage wanted to pull away.

“That one looks like an Ocularum. Researchers within the Inquisition produced a fascinating paper on them a few years ago”, Emmrich ventured, delighting in Rook’s smile of intrigue.

“I’ll have to look at it one day.”

The two men continued in this way for maybe ten minutes, occasionally lapsing into silence when no new shapes presented themselves. Emmrich was enjoying himself immensely, and it felt good to see that Rook was too. Sure he still had the dark rings under his eyes and his hand lingered nervously near his own hip sometimes, but the rogue did seem to be calmer and more present than he did before. He often squeezed Emmrich’s hand, and Emmrich was all too happy to provide reassurances that he was still there with him and present in the moment.

When Rook had lapsed into a longer silence than the others before it, Emmrich turned his head and found Rook still looking at the sky but with a bit more of a distant look on his face. Emmrich’s heart ached for him, it truly did, and he wanted to be exactly what Rook needed, whatever he needed.

In the end, Emmrich simply said

“Are you alright? You don’t have to be, you know. None of us would judge you for it.”

Rook’s lower lip trembled again as if he was on the verge of tears, the rogue gently biting down on it a moment later to stop it from shaking. A gloved hand went to cover his eyes for a moment as the man took a long, deep breath in and out. He was clearly grounding himself, and Emmrich didn’t want to disrupt that.

Eventually Rook lifted his hand away from his eyes and turned to look at Emmrich once more, a sad sort of resignation in his eyes.

“Today I’m not. But I’m happy to be here with you.”

The man's voice was distinctly wobbly, and Emmrich's heart knew exactly how that feeling felt. That Rook found his presence so comforting, that he was looking at him with such trust and fondness in his eyes was star shattering. That he allowed Emmrich to comfort him, asked him to hold his hand, made Emmrich feel just as safe and treasured in reverse!

Joy beyond description.

“I'll always be happy to be by your side”, Emmrich murmured, deciding to be brave for the second time today as he let go of Rook's hand and opened his arms instead. With something that sounded like a soft sob, Rook was quick to slot himself against the necromancer's side, throwing an arm over Emmrich's middle. With a soft sigh that matched Rook's own, Emmrich gently wrapped his arms around Rook and gave him a soft little squeeze, resigned to the fact that the man in his arms would hear his racing heart.

“I'll always be here, whatever you need. You can always count on me and my affection for you, my dear.”

A delightful giggle from Rook made Emmrich's chest vibrate, and his heart leapt into his stomach as the rogue threw a leg over the mage's own for good measure.

“Thank you, Emmrich. You really are one of a kind, and a true treasure to me.”

If heaven existed on this mortal plain, Emmrich Volkarin would have sworn that this was what it felt like.

#emmrich volkarin #emmrich volkarin x rook #emmrich volkarin x trans male rook #emmrich volkahrin #dragon age the veilguard #erebus adjacent writing adventures #erebus adjacent writes emmrich volkarin

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thelovelylolly · 2 years ago

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can i request obi wan x reader? where obi wan has been distant and busy that whenever he does see reader, he kinda barely even asks “how are you” or even “i love you”

the reader starts to think their relationship is coming to an end and cries ab it one night and obi walks in? and so forth

Distant

Summary : You knew the war would keep your lover away, but as time went on, he became more and more distant. Warnings : angst, hurt/comfort (aka my favorite trope tee hee) Notes : thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy it :) i did make the reader a senator so i hope you dont mind

You and Obi-Wan had been together for a while. At first, you both were hesitant since he was a Jedi and you were a senator. You knew trying to have a healthy relationship while keeping it secret would be tricky, but you made it work. He would visit you in your penthouse, you'd meet up on other planets to get away from the eyes of the senate and Jedi order.

The war, however, changed things.

When The Clone Wars began, you knew both you and Obi-Wan would be busy. Obi-Wan would be on the front lines and you would be in the senate, trying to deal with the politics of war. You tried to make time for each other, but as the war waged on, Obi-Wan started to distance himself from you.

At first, you understood. You knew he was probably tired and busy with his clone battalion. You were just happy that sometimes he would come over to your home and sleep in the same bed as you. It was comforting, knowing he was there next to you.

Then those times became less and less frequent, and he wouldn't even say "I love you". Hell, he wouldn't even ask how you were. He would mumble an answer when you asked how he was doing then curl up into bed next to you.

You wished he would just say something, say he loved you.

Now, you sat on the edge of your bed, thinking back on your relationship with Obi-Wan. Your room was dark, the only light coming from the night life of Coruscant outside your window. You were trying to wait up for Obi-Wan, but you weren't even sure he was coming.

It hurt not knowing he was alive or dead. It hurt not knowing if he loved you anymore, if he cared anymore.

You felt tears start to pool in your eyes. Was this it? Was this how your relationship would end? You thought you two could make it, that you two could last. But recently, it didn't seem that way.

Tears were slipping down your cheeks when you heard the front door slide open with a 'hiss'. You didn't get up to greet him, you didn't even move. You stayed where you were, frozen as you listened to his footsteps approach your room.

"Darling, are you awake?" Obi-Wan called out, walking into your room.

You finally lifted your head and looked at him, tears still falling. Obi-Wan's heart snapped at the sight and was immediately kneeling in front of you, taking your hands in his.

"What's wrong?"

"Do...do you love me anymore?" You asked, pulling one hand away to wipe away your tears only for more to take their place.

"What? Of course I love you, dear, you're the reason why I keep fighting this war."

"Then w-why are you being so distant? I barely see you and when I do, y-you don't talk to me."

"Oh, my love, I'm sorry you feel that way. This war is draining and I truly wish I could be with you more, but I can't. When I finally come here after a long day, I feel at home and safe because of you. All I want to do is hold you and get some rest."

After a few quiet moments, you replied, "I'm sorry I thought you didn't love."

Obi-Wan stood up, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he did so. "It's okay, love. I know these times are stressful and tiring. Just know I'll always love you, no matter what."

He let go of your hands and walked to the other side of your bed. You laid back and watched as he took off his armor, boots and gear. With just his pants and loose shirt on, he crawled into bed next to you. You smiled as he pulled you closer.

You gave him a quick kiss before resting you head in the crook of his neck. "I love you, Obi-Wan."

"I love you, too."

You and Obi-Wan quickly fell asleep after that.

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #star wars fanfiction #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan kenobi fanfic

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wishtherebestars · 2 years ago

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WHITE LIES ✴︎ peter dawson

peter dawson x f!reader

WARNINGS: mention of war, violence, death, wwii, spoilers for dunkirk

WORDS: 4.5k

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Evelyn had always been told by her mother that a little white lie once in a while would not hurt anyone, not truly. Evelyn herself had used a few white lies here and there, the most recent one was her job application. She had enlisted to become an army nurse for the English Army, and when they asked how long she had been a nurse, she had said a few years, which was not totally a lie, she had been working as a nurse for a few years, in her hometown of Shaftesbury in Dorset, but she had been unlicensed when she worked then.

She didn’t get her license until a few months ago when the town doctor granted it to her after some quick courses. She didn’t care for her experience, she wanted to help as well. Men were laying down their lives for them, the least she could do was help where she could. She had joined just before Christmas, her own parents had not been alive anymore to see this new war, and she only had one brother left who had joined the army as well, specifically the Air Force.

She had been quickly assigned to France, even more accurately, in Dunkirk where currently many soldiers were waiting on the beach to be rescued as the Nazi’s were closing in on them, including Evelyn who tried to help where she could, wearing a long coat she had found in town of an abandoned house as she walked alongside the men, coming whenever one called her.

“Miss, perhaps it’s time for you to board the ship as well, you’d be much more use there” Colonel Winnant told her as she walked around the docks, the long coat fighting to keep her warm. “I am good here, Colonel, with all due respect but what happens when all the nurses are on sea and these men need help?” she asked the Colonel and he nodded, agreeing with her slightly. “Very well, do be careful” he said, and she nodded before she went to check the next one. She had walked away when she saw a stretcher come towards her. “Move!” she yelled as two young looking men made way through the other soldiers. It broke her heart how often she saw soldiers, no older than 20.

The two young men were sent back on the docks after they gave the stretcher to the medical personnel of the ship they were clearly trying to board and Evelyn followed them with her eyes, as they got on anyways. She could say something but that was entirely useless anyways. What was the point to rat out someone who was only trying to save their own life, in these times she did not care. she continued her job until she heard something, like everyone when she looked up, she saw enemy planes above them, shooting at the ship and docks. Evelyn quickly tried to hide herself and then saw the medical ship was sinking. “Sweet Mother of—” Evelyn cursed when the ship started to fall against the docks as she watched soldiers jump overboard before she watched the ship go down, another attempt to rescue people had failed.

Evelyn continued to aid where she could until a soldier walked towards her. “We need a nurse on deck of that boat there” he told her to one somewhere in the distance. “There are no nurses on land, I am needed here” she said but he shook his head. “we are a medical ship with no medical staff, please” he begged, and she finally gave in as she joined them, her coat wrapped warmly around her body as they went with the rest of the people. Sailing as far away from Dunkirk as possible.

“You feel guilty” he said as he looked at Evelyn. “Only a little, I hope there is someone coming for them” she said, and he nodded. “Me too” he said as they went off, yet when they were half ways away, Evelyn started to feel uneasy, she stayed on deck as she looked out onto the sea.

“Torpedo!” someone yelled, and the ship was hit. People started running, most jumping off the ship, but not Evelyn as she tried to help everyone, trying to get them to safety when she saw the familiar face of the soldier who had asked for her help. “Here” he told her giving her a vest which she quickly put on. “What about you?” she asked. “Don’t worry about me” he told her before he threw her overboard, saving her.

She let out a squeal as the cold water hit her, letting her body float in the water as it had been easy waves, avoiding the burning spots where oil had leaked. She continued to float around until she hit a small boat. “Pick her up!” one man ordered as they saw her. “It’s a nurse” one said, and they all agreed as they rescued her. She sat with them. “Where are you going?” she asked as she sat in the middle, trying to make sure the boat wouldn’t flip. “England” the one standing said and she nodded, there was no way she could talk them into leaving for Dunkirk again. They sailed into the dark, until the wood of the boat suddenly creaked again.

This time it seemed a submarine had caused the damage, probably the same one who had sent the torpedo. Most men fell off, except Evelyn and another who placed themselves up on the flipped boat to get out of the cold water.

“We need to remain still” Evelyn said, in the hopes that they wouldn’t fall back in and die of hypothermia. They stayed in the same spot, the coat still around her as the soldier next to her found a blanket to keep himself warm. “Hey!” Evelyn heard and when she looked up, she saw a boat, one not meant for the spoils of war. “Can you swim?” someone yelled. Evelyn looked at her nameless companion who didn’t speak to her and only shivered. “I can!” Evelyn yelled back. “Can you throw a rope?” she questioned and soon a rope was thrown at her. She caught it before she turned to the soldier. “Are you staying or coming?” she asked, and he stood up, before diving into the water. Evelyn quickly followed but soon realised the coat was dragging her down. She took it off and let it sink to the sea floor.

“Here, give me your hand” the voice from before said and when she looked up, she saw a young man, with blond hair and a red knitted sweater which truly reminded her of home as she was helped on board. Her wet nurse clothes dripped onto the deck as she saw the other soldier hunched into a corner. Shellshock, she had seen it enough already to know it was not good news.

“I’m Peter Dawson, this is my friend George and my father” Peter said as Evelyn settled on the small bench behind the father of Peter, Mr. Dawson. “Evelyn, Evelyn Farrier” she said, and Peter nodded before he rushed away to grab blankets as she shivered from the cold. She was quickly wrapped in a blanket as was the other soldier with her and handed a similar knitted sweater. “To keep you warm” Peter said, and she gave him a small smile.

“Thank you” she said as she used the blanket to try dry herself before she pulled the blue sweater over her head. “Where do you come from?” Evelyn asked looking at the three people. “Weymouth, Miss” Mr. Dawson answered, and she nodded. “Long way from home” she said. “What about you?” Peter asked, kneeling before her. He couldn’t get his eyes off her, she had been beautiful. Her dark hair, in spite of the wetness, was pinned and curled rather neatly, and she had the softest expression on her face that had been a rare sight since the war had started.

“Dorset” she said, and Peter smiled. “Then we are not the only ones away from home” he said as he ordered his friend to start brewing tea. “Are you the only nurse?” Mr. Dawson asked, looking around to see if there were more people. “Yes, the others were hit on the Medical boat already, I’m one of few left” she said as she looked at the Captain of the small ship. He nodded and she understood this man had seen war before and had not hoped to see it again in his lifetime.

“You seem young to be a nurse” George said coming back up to give her a cup of tea. “I’m 19, that’s old enough” she said, and George nodded. “I’m 17 and Peter is 20, we are neighbours” George said, and she nodded before tea was thrown over her as the soldier next to her threw it away. “Easy” she told him, sliding slightly away. “You can sit down inside, it’s a lot warmer than out here” George said but the soldier didn’t respond. “Would you mind if I went down?” she asked and they all shook their head as Peter stood up, offering his hand to help her down. “I might have some more dry clothes here somewhere, perhaps you can wear that instead” he offered, and she nodded in thanks.

Peter turned around as she looked and indeed found old trousers made from wool that would be a better replacement than her wet nurse outfit. She jumped into a small room and redressed herself, throwing the wet clothes in a corner to dry out. “There much better” she said as she gave Peter a small smile. George came down again to make another cup of tea for the soldier. “Peter? Is there still a room to sleep down there?” Mr. Dawson asked, and Peter looked around. “Yes” he called back, and Evelyn quickly got back on deck to make sure there was room down below. She listened to what Mr. Dawson was doing, convincing the soldier they were turning around back to England, but Mr. Dawson did no such thing when the soldier was down below deck.

Evelyn stayed on top, looking at the sea when they kept seeing planes go over. She silently wondered if one of them held her brother, she knew he flew one of those planes, she was unfamiliar with the correct term, but she recognised them. “You look at them longingly” Mr. Dawson said as Evelyn snapped back from her daydream, a blanket around her shoulders as she wore old clothes belonging to Peter.

“My brother, sir, he is a pilot and I have not heard from him in months” Evelyn explained and looked up again. “I hope he is safe” Mr. Dawson told her, and she nodded. “Me too” she said when she heard knocking from down below and when she stood to look, she saw Peter stand before the door where he had locked the soldier in. George stood close to her, on just before the steps as they looked down, but when Peter opened the door again the soldier was gone.

Evelyn sprang into action, looking around the deck when she saw him approach Mr. Dawson. “You lied to me” he said looking at Mr. Dawson. “I cannot turn around; this boat is meant to help people” Dawson said as he looked straight ahead. “Meant to help?” the soldier mocked, as he looked at Dawson. “This is a pleasure boat, it serves no purpose in the war” he said, and Evelyn could find it in herself where she understood him, he was frightened. “There are still people on the beaches of Dunkirk that need our help son, and we cannot abandon them in times of need” Dawson said but the soldier didn’t agree as he started to attack Mr. Dawson.

Evelyn quickly grabbed the soldier, trying to hold his arms down as she heard Peter rush up the stairs trying to help his father and her. She eventually fell flat on her behind on the deck as the Soldier pushed everyone away when she heard a bang. She quickly stood up and rushed over. The Soldier had placed himself in a corner as Peter rushed down. “George!” he yelled out in shock, and she quickly followed after him when she saw George lay on the ground emotionless. He wheezed slightly as Evelyn reached him. “Give me one of those vests” she ordered, and Peter did as she told him as she fumbled it up until it made a decent pillow which she placed under George’s head.

“It’s okay” she kept telling him, and she wasn’t sure which of the three she was comforting; George, Peter, or herself. She carefully checked his head and found a spot that was bleeding. “Do you have a clean rag?” she asked, and Peter nodded as he handed it to her. “You’ll be okay, George, you hear me” Peter told his friend and although the gesture was meant to be kind, Evelyn saw the metal piece he must have hit with his head, and it didn’t mean anything good especially on open water nowhere near a decent hospital.

“I need to bandage this so it’ll stop” Evelyn said, trying to hide her thoughts as she looked at Peter, as she knew she could do was make George comfortable and make sure the Soldier didn’t catch a whiff of this information as she was sure it would send the Shellshocked Soldier into another fit of rage and sadness. Peter did whatever she asked and gave her a first aid kit as she wrapped George’s head. “There, now, be careful alright” Evelyn said, and George grunted in agreement.

Peter stayed with George for a moment longer making sure his friend was alright. Evelyn went to check on the Soldier. “Is he?” he asked, his hands shaking. “He needs some rest, and he has a small wound” Evelyn said sitting down the soldier on deck. “He’ll be fine” she lied, she hated lying but it seemed the war made her a liar. How many more lies of people being okay when they aren’t would she spew, she had done it so many times before.

Mr. Dawson shot her a look, but he noticed the sadness in her eyes and knew, George was not doing as well as she made everyone believe. But she couldn’t worry them now. Again, the planes went over their heads, this time lower than before. “Evelyn!” she heard Peter call, and she took her eyes off the planes as she went belong deck where she saw a frantic Peter. “He says he can’t see” Peter said, and Evelyn looked at George who laid still on the ground, looking at nothing as his eyes couldn’t focus. She walked closer and moved his face to make him look in her direction. “You cannot see anything?” she asked. “No” George muttered.

“What does that mean?” Peter asked, looking at Evelyn as she checked the wound, it was still bleeding a little. “It’s not uncommon, he hit his head, there is probably a swelling like when you injure yourself on the outside, it turns blue, or it swells, same can happen in the inside of your body, George just needs to rest” she told Peter as she gave him a weak smile, but he seems to buy it. Peter nodded and went above deck when his dad called. “You are a smooth liar” George whispered softly. Evelyn looked at George as his face was in the direction of the wall. “I don’t want to worry you, or your friend” she said, and George nodded. “Am I going to die?” he asked. “Not if I can help it” she said and grabbed some new bandages to tighten the first one to try stop the bleeding.

“It’s not his fault, the soldier, he is shellshock, that’s what Mr. Dawson calls it” George said. “Mr. Dawson is indeed right” Evelyn said. “Distract Peter, he is needed” George said, and Evelyn nodded before she realised, he wouldn’t be able to see it. “Of course, I won’t let him worry” she said, and George smiled. “Thank you” he said. “No, thank you, if you hadn’t joined this crew perhaps, I would still be out there” Evelyn said, and George smiled proudly. “My young hero” she said, and he smiled still when Evelyn went on deck to see what was happening.

Evelyn saw as one of the planes had crashed and Mr. Dawson seemed determined to sail towards it. “Dad! There was no parachute, he’s dead” Peter said, sounding a lot more pessimistic than before. “He can still be alive!” Mr. Dawson said, and it made Evelyn wonder if he had lost someone during the last war. They sailed closer and Peter grabbed a stick used for the sails to crack open the glass to release the pilot who swam to the surface. “Good day” he said with a thick accent. “Come” Evelyn said holding out her hand for the pilot as he climbed on board.

Peter went to grab him a cup of tea and a blanket and when Evelyn had been turned around, he had asked him for medical advice. “I am no doctor, son, I don’t know, what about anyone else?” the pilot asked. “Evelyn is a nurse, but she said it was nothing to worry about” Peter said. “Then trust the Nurse” he said before coming back on deck. “What’s your name?” Evelyn asked as she looked at the Pilot. “Collins, Miss” he said. “Farrier” she said in the same tone as he did while she placed a teasing smile on her face.

“Farrier? Henry Farrier’s family?” Collins asked and she nodded. “That’s my brother” she said. Collins pointed to the other plane, the last Spitfire on their side. “That’s him” he said. Evelyn looked to the sky, anxiety washing over her body as she crossed her arms, fisting the fabric. “Don’t you dare die” she muttered as she kept an eye on the Spitfire.

Collins made a quick promise to himself and at the same time Farrier, that he would let nothing happen to his sister, the man would have his head if he did. Evelyn walked down below deck again, checking up on George, whose breathing had slowed down. “How do you feel George?” she asked softly. “The pain is gone” he said, and she nodded. “Good, that’s good” she said, and he nodded softly. “Can you distract me” he asked, and she nodded before again realising the sight in his eyes had been gone. “I am not a good storyteller, but I know some songs my mom used to sing when I couldn’t sleep” Evelyn said and proceeded to sing to George, before she walked called up to the deck again. “Take it easy, okay, my young hero” she said, and George nodded as she walked on deck.

In the distance, herself, and Peter, noticed a ship slowly sinking and being surrounded by oil. “There are too many people on there to help” Peter said before Evelyn smiled. “Not with them” she said as they were surrounded by other boats who had sailed all from England to aid Dunkirk. Most continued until they reached the shores, and some, like they were, were helping the soldiers out of the water. Directing them somewhere on deck or below.

When Peter saw soldiers go down, he rushed with them. “Careful!” he called out when he looked at George, who in his eyes looked to be sleeping. Evelyn stood behind him as she watched the soldiers put on vests if they did not yet have them. “He’s dead, mate” one soldier said, and Evelyn gasped softly as she pushed passed Peter. She knew his injuries were bad, even with hospital care a hit to the head with metal like that would be risky, but she had held so much hope, praying for a miracle, as she hoped he pulled through long enough.

She reached George and checked his pulse and breathing and closed her eyes when she couldn’t find it. “Can you pass a blanket” she asked a soldier when she looked at Peter with sadness in her eyes, and pain. She had promised him, and George, he would be fine. Mr. Dawson had looked over his son’s shoulder to see Evelyn cover George’s body, but no one spoke of it. “Is he alright?” the Shivering soldier asked Peter who walked up again, fighting tears. “He’s fine” Peter lied, like Evelyn had done to him, which now he understood.

The boat was quickly filled as they sailed back to England. Evelyn helped everyone off the boat and made sure to clean the mess as they carried away George’s body. She grabbed her, now dried, nurse’s outfit and walked around to find a decent place to change back, but by the time she returned to give back the sweater, the Dawson’s and their ship was gone, sailing off in the distance as they went back to Weymouth.

Evelyn continued again, placing the sweater in a bag as she waited for her next orders, she was given a week leave to recover before she was sent back into war, taking the dark blue knitted sweater from Peter with her wherever she went, from France again, to the Netherlands and eventually she had been stationed in London again, at the near end of the War. Winter of 1944 had been a brutal one, and she had not heard from friends or family since Dunkirk.

Part of her avoided friends, and another was afraid she had lost her brother. She vowed to herself she would not rest until she knew what happened to him when she had received a MIA notice for her brother. He was alive, she could feel it in her bones, and if anyone would know it would be the headquarters in London.

She had asked around, but no Air Force official knew the fate of Henry Farrier, she eventually decided to try the hospital ward, where nameless soldiers were kept who either forgot their name or were unconscious still to tell their name and no other identification was found when they were.

Evelyn walked around, helping people while she looked when she saw a familiar face. “Peter?” she said as she looked at the young soldier, holding a clipboard and a medical band around his arm. He turned around and saw Evelyn and gave her a smile. “You’re still going?” he said and walked over. “I could say the same for you, when did you join?” she asked playing with the medical identification band, which had been white with a red cross. “After George died, I felt like I needed to do something, and although my father did want me too, I felt this would be the best thing for both of us” Peter said, looking at her. “I am sorry, I should have told you sooner when I suspected George might not—” she tried but Peter shook his head. “I understand, now that I work here, I understand more than anything” Peter said and gave her a half smile.

His posture changed when he remembered she had not been here for a playful visit. “Are you visiting someone? Looking?” he asked when he noticed her common clothing, especially the blue sweater which he knew belonged to him, as he saw the ripped seem on the right sleeve which he caused during fishing. “My brother, Henry” she said, and he immediately checked his clipboard. “No Farrier listed, perhaps with the John Doe’s” Peter said. “Thank you” she said and planned to walk away again.

“Wait!” Peter said, almost hitting himself on the head for his awkwardness. “There is a pub, that plays music to calm soldiers and remind us, this will be over soon, hopefully, care to join me tonight? My treat” he said, and Evelyn smiled. “Yes, of course, I could do with a distraction” she said.

Peter gave her the address before he continued his work, and she continued her search, which ended nowhere. She went back to the small apartment she had acquired in London before she changed in the best dress her closest held and walked out into the night to find the club Peter mentioned. It had not been too far from the hospital, which was probably how he knew about it, and when she entered, she saw him sitting at the bar already, looking around to find her.

“Peter!” she called out to catch his attention, and the moment his eyes landed on her, in her dark blue dress, which was similar to the borrowed sweater, a smile was plastered on his face. She quickly joined him before others could speak to her. “You made it!” he said, he still wore his uniform, like most men inside the club did, as he held out a glass of what seemed to be beer to her. “I hope you like beer, otherwise I am a fool” Peter said, and she smiled. “I love it, it’s been too long” she said as she sipped her beer, even though she wasn’t usually the type, she did not lie to Peter, it had truly been a while since any form of alcohol touched her lips. They started with small talk.

“How is your dad?”

“How is the boat?”

“Where have you worked so far”

and slowly the questions about work and the war ran out, and a short silence fell. “I ran into the soldier once, after” Peter started, although he was unsure if it was the right moment. “He joined a program which helps shell-shocked soldiers to try find their footing again” he said before he took a cigarette from his pocket which he lit and held it up to her. She took it between his fingers and nodded. “I’m glad they can help him. I wouldn’t be able to imagine if it was my brother or husband who had to go through something like that” Evelyn said and Peter’s face paled.

“You have a husband? I feel so stupid now, I assumed you didn’t and when you arrived, God, I’m so sorry” he started to ramble to which she smiled before she stopped him. “No, no, I do not, I meant hypothetically” she said. She crooked her head. “You asked me here, not to catch up, but as a date?” she asked boldly, she had always been seen as a woman out of her time, which intrigued Peter even more, luckily. “Yes, I know I’m an idiot” Peter said before he hit his face.

“I think it’s sweet, but shall we continue this elsewhere?” Evelyn asked and he nodded before paying the tab of the bar as they rushed outside. Walking the streets of London to continue their date, as Peter had not stopped thinking about the Nurse he had saved from Dunkirk, and neither had Evelyn, who could do nothing but worry about her saviour.

#tom glynn carney #dunkirk #peter dawson #dunkirk peter dawson #peter dawson x reader #dunkirk imagine #peter dawson imagine #tom glynn carney x reader #angst #slow burn

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impossible-rat-babies · 7 months ago

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15 lines of dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

i got tagged by @lilas! ty friend! im gonna tag (sorry for possible double tagging): @thevikingwoman, @hythlodaes, @lavampira, @consulaaris, @gefiltefished, @scionshtola, @starrypawz and anyone else!

a lot of these are from unfinished wips w/o context, im so sorry

1. “Nay, I should have spoken my mind soon after arriving Slitherbough. Mistaken as you were to my nature upon us reuniting, I would not so easily cast aside that which you beheld.” They pause, a bitter smile coming to their lips. “A brilliant soul, I have been called before— nomenclature befitting Hydaelyn’s Chosen. And yet it is not Her light which eats away at me now.”

2. “I care in the loneliness that stood before me in the place beyond the stars. How it looked down at me and I wondered how I had not yet memorized its face. How it asked me if this would be the last time I would gaze upon its face, and if the ache between my ribs would leave me.”

3. Eyrie pauses, worrying their lip. “Pity—pity and sorrow ‘twas what I felt most keenly. Not truly alive, but never allowed to die. A most vile fate for a once great wyrm of the first brood.”

4. “Keeping yourself busy are you?” Alisiae asks, shutting the door behind her. They hold up the book idly, a sigh escaping their lips.

“T’was Krile’s idea. A measure put in place should my vision stagnate at this state, or deteriorate further.”

5. “I know, Alisaie.” They whisper softly, reaching out again to take her hands. Tinged with barely there warmth and stiff fingers as their hold her hands tight. “I know I am dying. I can feel it—beneath my chest, next to my heart. ‘Tis so very dark and cold there.”

“Then why?” She asks, voice tender in her throat. Fingers tensing in their gentle hold. “Why keep telling us it is going to be okay?”

“I would not have us give into grief.” They reply.

“Tis for the dead we grieve, not for the living. With the ache in my chest comes fear, but I would not give up hope. I would not see sorrow rob us of what time we have left. I would not see you mourn just yet.”

6. “Tis easy to peer from the outside in and question why your grandfather gave his life unto a people so fit to squabble and worry naught of any greater threat than that beyond their own borders. Your anger was not unfounded, Alisaie.”

“Still…I should have known better. What would grandfather have had to say?”

Eyrie grins, inclining their head towards her. “Oh something important I would imagine—he was oft given to providing sage advice…if asked or not.”

7. They look up at the sky stretching so far above—the distant twinkling of the stars.

“Ignorant I was to the horrors that would follow. All of my many long years in the wood had made me blind. To what one had to endure—what one would be asked to do; what I have done to my fellow man. There came a time when I stopped and looked back to see myself very far from the intentions that first compelled my feet to walk forward. And there would be no returning.”

8. “I can storm the tower, Y’shtola. ‘Tis simply…”

They rub their hands together, eyes narrowing.

“I do not trust my hands. Alphinaud tended to some of my hurts, but I was more afraid of his touch. Afraid of my own hands should he have found a bruise too tender or raw; what horrors a simple touch would invite into my head. If i had grabbed his wrist in my terror and broken it…how could I forgive myself for that? For hurting him?”

9. They pause, letting the words sink in as the boy deflates, working his lips in ill disguised frustration.

“Alphinaud.” They break the heavy silence looming above them. “I am not a sword to point at the enemies of Eorzea, or the Scions. I am not a soldier to be ordered about—told of my singular duty and thus committed to the cause without fear. Without despair or anxiety. Standing as a shield before the plight of a helpless world, begging for a hero to lead her to a new path. There is resentment there, Alphinaud—I will not lie. I love Eorzea.”

#im only doing 9 bc im running out of wips #but ty for the tag i appreciate it ^^#eyrie doesn't talk a lot but they are very verbose when they do #oc: eyrie kisne #ffxiv

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angelsanarchy · 1 year ago

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 03 -> CH 04

"I'm not going to have to battle you to the death for my mom's dog right?" "I'm not even wearing pants. You would win."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp

Jack had spent the entire night sleeping with his new little furry friend. He was in fact a very cuddly dog which brought some much needed comfort to Jack, especially in the night. He made sure to send a picture to Shanda in the morning letting her know the dog was in fact still alive and kicking.

The two of them ate breakfast together on the porch, Jack making sure to down his medicines and report in to his daily health check nurse. The pup had taken a liking to falling asleep in Jack's lap and he seemed to take comfort in the companionship. He had to look up the number for the vet since it wasn't something he had stored anywhere around the house.

"Hi this is Jack Thurlow, I was calling to see if anyone has reported a missing Maltese? He was roaming around alone near my house without a collar so I just wanted to see if anyone had called about him yet?" Jack called the vet and was told that no one had reported a missing dog yet but he could bring the dog in for a chip scan. He agreed he would try and find the time to bring him in but left his number if anyone called about the dog.

"Looks like it's going to be me and you for a bit buddy." Jack spent the rest of his day bagging up the rest of his parents room. Most of it was being donated, he kept a few things but he figured the more he held onto, the harder it would be to move on. The room looked so bare now that he had emptied it out. The pup sat on the windowsill while he cleaned, sunbathing and enjoying the breeze. The next room on his list was his dad's art studio. He knew that was going to be emotional so he wanted to hold off on that one.

The attic was just a no go on his list. He had bolted the door back up and refused to even venture into whatever else might be hiding in the shadows. He had survived the first bought of trauma, the last thing he wanted to do was have a redo a year out.

"What you think bud? Enough work for today, time for a walk?" The pup jumped down and followed Jack out of the room making him smile. Having a companion here with him gave him hope that this wouldn't be as hard as he thought it might be. He secretly hoped no one would claim the dog and he could just keep him as his own. These moments that they spent together, walking, snuggling on the couch or sitting on his bedroom floor just reading and listening to his little snores was peaceful. It brought him the contentment he truly desired.

Jack was thrown out of his thoughts as they returned from their walk and his phone was ringing from inside. He ran to pick it up.

"Jack Thurlow." He answered.

"Yes hi Jack, this is the Ridgeway Animal Clinic calling you back." Jack felt a sour pit in his stomach.

"Did you find the owners?" Jack asked disappointingly.

"Possibly. We gave them the address we had on file for you so they can come and see if you have their dog." Jack felt defensive.

"You just gave a stranger my address? That seems like a breach of privacy." He snipped. He listened to the young girl stumble over her words.

"I...I'm so sorry. I didn't realize they were a stranger since they literally live a few houses down." Jack let out a sigh ignoring her apologies as he glanced out of the window.

"I will keep an eye out. Thank you for calling." Before the woman could say anymore, Jack hung up, tossing his phone on the counter and plopping down on the couch. The pup hopped up into his lap and did a spin before settling into Jack's lap.

"Yeah I know bud. I'm gonna miss you too." Jack held onto the pup, petting him and feeling his anxiety ease slightly. He stayed sitting on the floor with him for a while trying to figure out a way to hide the dog or tell the owner that he was mistaken but he knew that was just his panic trying to fill his head with bad shit.

"I think it shows great progress that you've called Jack. The moment those thoughts become intrusive, it's always best not to be alone with them." Dr. Carty had been a really good therapist. Any time Jack needed something, he was always there to talk him through it or address whatever it was that came across his mending brain.

"If you want to get techincally, I'm still very much alone." Jack blanketed his sadness with sarcasm.

"I suggest talking with the owner about possibly being able to take the dog for walks in the future. If you've formed a connection with him then terminating that contact so suddenly might be detrenmental to your healing." Jack thought the idea of asking a random stranger for partial custody of a dog he didn't even know the name of was ridiculous. He doubted he would be able to muster up such an insane thing to ask whenever they came to collect but in comparison to the idea of lying or hiding sounds just as ignorant.

"When will I be ready to get my own dog? People have services dogs for mental health shit all the time. Why do I have to wait?" Jack asked again as if he hadn't already known the answer.

"You've got a six month waiting period before I can recommend you taking on a responsibility like that. Dogs and other animals are great for mental health but you've got to maintain your stability on your own before you want to add something that can be a comfort but also a stressor." Jack rolled his eyes. He knew he shouldn't be annoyed by these rules. He did slaughter his own dog so why should anyone give him an animal.

Jack talked to his therapist for about 2 hours that night. He finally started turing the lights off downstairs to call it a night when someone knocked at the door. Jack froze, checking the clock to see it was 11:30PM. He looked down at the dog and sat him on the couch before approaching the door.

When he opened it, a woman was standing there looking slightly dishievled with a dog collar in her hands.

"Hi! Are you Jack? I'm y/n, I live a few houses down with my Mom. The vet called-" Jack cut her off.

"That was this morning. It's almost midnight." Jack cut through plesantries annoyed that someone had actually shown up.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't get away from the office until 6 and my mother-" Y/n could tell he was tired but being this cold to a stranger seemed a bit odd.

"Do you have any proof that the dog is yours? I mean you can't expect me to just hand him over to some stranger." Jack crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

"To be honest, you're the stranger to him." Y/n wasn't going to let some long haired asshat be rude to her after the day she had.

"You know, suddenly I have no recollection of this dog." Jack started to shut the door and Y/n put her hand on it.

"Look, I'm sorry for being so late. I work at a clinic and when I get home, I have to care for my mother who is recovering from a stroke. You have no idea how much I appreciate you taking care of Ace." Y/n was trying to find some common ground but the only thing that calmed Jack was knowing that Ace was the name of the dog he had been hanging out with.

"Ace is better than Bud. Glad he has a proper name." Jack softened. Y/n smiled.

"Thankfully I named him. My mom wanted to name him Petey." Jack cringed.

"The best she could do was Petey? I guess he got lucky then." Jack didn't want to be an asshole. He just wanted to keep Ace a little longer.

"I'm not trying to be a dick or anything but do you maybe have proof he's your dog? A photo or something?" Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled open her photos. She showed Jack a picture of her mom laying in bed with Ace sitting in her lap. She looked to be in poor health but the smile she had on her face triggered a memory in Jack's brain.

"Sunflowers...she brought sunflowers over when my parents died." Jack rememebered nothing outside of her stopping by and giving him sunflowers but Y/n's face lit up.

"She does infact grow sunflowers. I think she grows all the house wives favorite flowers to be honest. Did your mom like sunflowers?" She asked curiously. Jack nodded his head slowly getting lost in his own thoughts, trying to remember her name.

"I'm not going to have to battle you to the death for my mom's dog right?" Jack snapped out of it.

"I'm not even wearing pants. You would win." Jack pushed the door open before walking back to the living room and scooping Ace up into his arms.

"He looks a lot like my childhood dog, Rusty. I lost him last year." Jack explained walking back to the door with Ace snuggled in his arms.

"I'm sorry to hear about Rusty." Y/n frowned.

"He seems to really like you. He ususally doesn't like to be held like that by anyone but my mom." Y/n reached out to scratch Ace's head instead of taking him from Jack right away. He appreciated that.

"Alright Ace, party's over. Time to head home." Jack took one more long snuggle before handing him back to Y/n.

"Thank you againg for taking such good care of him. He's really been a huge help with my mom's recovery." Jack snorted at her response.

"Yeah I hear they're pretty good for that sort of thing." Jack watched her put Ace's collar back on and attach a leash.

"Hey...um I know this is weird and I was a total asshole when you knocked but do you think...maybe I could walk him sometimes? He was kind of the best part of my day for the last 24 hours so..." Jack had stepped out onto the deck, forgetting that he was in his boxers and a tshirt.

"Of course. I don't get to walk him as much because of work so I'm sure he would love that. You're welcome to come by any time. We're right down there in the blue house." Y/n pointed to the house and Jack could actually see the garden from where he stood.

"Thank you." Jack felt relief wash over him. He didnt' think he would ask but he was glad he did. Y/n seemed open to the idea of him spending time with Ace so that meant he needed to reel in the sarcatic condesention when he talked to people.

"Have a good night Jack." Y/n smiled at him before leading Ace down the steps into the street. Jack watched them walk for a few paces before going back inside. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and rolled his eyes at his appearance.

"Only I could look homeless in a large family home." Jack turned off the lights and headed upstairs to bed. Not having anything to cuddle up to meant he was back to snuggling with a pillow. Not as cute but for now, he had to hold onto future interactions with Ace and Y/n to get him through.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Thurlow x Y/n #Jack Goes Home #One Shot Series #Glass Houses #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #If you want to be tagged leave it in the notes #3/38

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