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The four times you fell asleep on Ghost and the one time Ghost fell asleep on you - five.
simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
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word count: 9k (as you will see, a lot of stuff happens)
synopsis: When the mission goes south and you end up in the hands of the enemy, Ghost finds himself alone and angry, reflecting on what your presence actually means to him.
warnings: violence, graphic descriptions of torture, occasional swearing, mentions of smoking, hurt/comfort, slight happy-ending, Ghost being angry and tortured by his inner demons, military inaccuracies
notes: So this is it - the finale of a series that was initially meant to be a one shot consisting of several random fluff-filled scenes. I am actually quite satisfied with how the story turned out, although I have to warn you that this chapter is longer than usual because it consists of several pure narrative parts (background descriptions and such).
If you need therapy after reading this, just dm me the bills and I'll work something out :)
reader's callsign is Bambi (she/her)
find it on ao3 part one part two part three part four part five
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five.
To say Ghost was angry would have been an understatement. He was fuming, his heavy breathing being the only sound that filled the now-silent room. Even after half an hour had passed, the burning feeling in his chest did not fade away, serving instead as a reminder of his helplessness. He was angry at Laswell for pairing you up with the younger sniper team. He was furious with Price for his decision to not go after you the moment your radio stopped working...
But in the end, he was livid with himself for not being there to protect you in the first place.
He couldn’t shake the guilt that ate him from inside like a parasite, and as the seconds turned into minutes which would be bound to turn into hours, he felt the weight of his inaction suffocating him like he was the one under torture. Clenching his jaw, he began to stomp around the living room of the safe house. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife and, as he felt the concerned looks of the others on him, Ghost couldn’t help but replay the events of the past 36 hours in his mind.
He felt he had failed you when it mattered most, but he was determined to set things straight and bring you back unharmed.
Or at least alive and breathing.
--- 28 hours earlier
The sky was painted in golden hues by the time you left the briefing room, the morning air being a cold, yet comforting sensation that welcomed you when you got out of the main base building. Your mind was reeling with a plethora of classified intelligence and even more questions, but at least your adrenaline levels were high enough to chase any remnants of sleep away.
It had been almost a day since you left your apartment, but you weren't in a rush to go back. You would have to pack for the next mission anyway, and the given approximation of "an undefined amount of time" was an additional reason to delay the task. Instead, you went to the only place where you knew you'd find Ghost at this hour: the unofficial smoking spot of the base, named after the lack of security cameras in the area.
And there he was, perched on a plastic chair that made him look comically big and threatened to barely hold his weight. His mask was raised to his nose, highlighting a prominent jawline, peppered with faint scars and a hint of blonde stubble. Involuntarily, your eyes focused on his plump lips and the way they were wrapped around the cigarette, its burning tip glowing orange with each drag he took. His eyes were focused on a random point on the ground, but you knew he had heard you coming- his body had unconsciously shifted towards you, his legs adopting an open stance, almost as if to greet you.
"Thought you said you'd quit", you teased him in a soft tone, dragging a chair and sitting next to him. You opened your mouth to add something but were taken aback when you saw his lips curl up in a gentle smile, accompanied by a weak laugh.
There was no humour in it, but that did not stop you from relishing in the rare sight of Ghost's grin, your eyes once again focusing on the faint scar that rested on his lower lip. You didn't know the story behind it, nobody but Price did, yet that didn't stop you, Soap and Gaz to come up with scenarios of your own, one less likely than another.
"You're staring!", he remarked in a gravelly tone, blowing out a huff of smoke.
You knew it was wrong, but you secretly enjoyed second-hand smoking when he was around. He was too stubborn to let you try one of his cigarettes, always arguing about the negative impact on your health, but it was not like he could forbid you from keeping him company. The traces of smoke in his scent were an integral part of him and sometimes you just couldn't get enough of it, your lungs always begging for more.
"I'm not!", you eventually countered, taking a deep breath in. "And you did not answer the question!"
"It wasn't a question!", he argued back with a serious expression, his lips now forming a straight line.
"You know what I mean!"
You also knew that the banter you two had going on was meant to keep him away from the edge that would send Simon away and bring back Ghost. You'd already seen glimpses of him back in the briefing room when Laswell brought you up to date on the details of the mission. Just as you were witnessing Simon now, smoking half a pack of cigarettes in a desperate attempt to keep the deadly persona of the 141 Lieutenant away for as long as possible.
"Can I try one?", you went on with the distraction, already knowing his answer.
"No." - his answer was definitive, his clipped tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Huffing in annoyance, you crossed your arms over your chest and furrowed your brow, slightly scrunching your nose. He did not seem to be fazed by your childish outburst and instead, inhaled deeply, cheeks hollowing as he drew in the smoke. The exhale came shortly after, grey tendrils of smoke escaping his parted lips before he decided to speak again:
"Wanna hear something funny?"
You were already aware of Ghost's penchant for what he called "dad jokes", but what actually were just really bad puns, although, with him, they often had the tendency to turn out darker than expected. That was why you had to carefully pick your answer because you did not want to have Ghost on the bad side before going into mission - either because you refused to listen to a pun, or because of your reaction to it.
"I'm really not sure…", you shook your head, struggling to avoid eye contact.
As expected, he went on regardless of your answer.
"What do you call cigarettes you find in a thrift shop?"
A faint smirk was profiling on his lips again as he was clearly waiting for your reaction before delivering the pun.
"Go on, tell me", you eventually nudged him, rolling your eyes in fake pretence.
"Second hand smokes."
You struggled to suppress the smile that was threatening to spread on your face, but eventually, you ended up looking to the ground and shaking your head in defeat. Another low chuckle was heard from Simon, yet when you looked back at him, the cigarette butt was already in the ashtray and his balaclava was back on. You let out a deep sigh, your lips forming a pout, but you accepted his extended hand, allowing him to lift you from the chair.
"Come on, I'll drive you home. Price said the plane leaves at 1300 hours which leaves us with… exactly 6 hours and 45 minutes to get our things in order."
"Can't wait for it!", you let out an ironic huff, a shiver going down your spine upon hearing a hushed laugh in reply.
You and Ghost were in a good place. You could only hope this would last.
---
"Sergeant L/N, these are Privates Reynolds and Jones! They will be accompanying you on this mission as a sniper, respectively a spotter!"
From the instant you set eyes on him, you knew Captain Price had chosen the tarmac to make the introduction with a firm reason in mind. Perhaps it was the thunderous roar of the engines or the massive air currents caused by the propellers of the military aircraft you were about to board, but you could tell the atmosphere was intimidating enough for the two young men that they could only hold your gaze for so long before nodding their heads in acknowledgement.
"This is Sergeant L/N and she is going to be your mentor and leader for the duration of this mission", Price went on, his tone mercilessly cold.
The previous night he'd been a friendly face, "the dad of the group", as you drunkenly mentioned him in the toast, but that day he was the Captain of one of the most lethal Task forces there had been. And with that position came no room for mistakes or second thoughts.
"You will listen to her, no matter the situation. She tells you to shoot, you shoot. She tells you to hide, you hide. Hell, she tells you to come out and surrender, you do just that if you want to come home in one piece and not in a body bag!"
And he had a tendency to be slightly dramatic sometimes. Yet it was well-intended: you could only remember the "pep-talk" he'd given you before your first mission, after having placed you in the care of one of the most deadly operators you've ever seen, also known to others as "the big boy with a skull face"; that mission had gone sideways minutes after it had begun and you ended up saving yourself and the Lieutenant twice just by being high on energizers and adrenaline.
You and Ghost did not talk about that.
"Good to meet you, boys!", you shook their hands with a firm grip before nodding them into the direction of the aircraft. "You should go and buckle up. I'll be joining you soon!"
"Yes ma'am!", they answered in unison, shooting each other a cryptic look before heading in the direction of the plane.
You and Price caught that, but before being able to talk about it, you were interrupted by the big boy with the skull face himself:
"Those are the boys Y/N's supposed to be babysitting?"
Ghost was not one to mince words, even on a good day. Perhaps, at one point in the past, he had simply decided that hiding behind a wall of well-chosen words was not worth it, or he simply preferred to make himself understood from the beginning. And when opposing something, as he was at that moment, he did not bother to hide it:
"You're lucky they're not in your care!", you decided to steer the conversation in another direction. "I don't know where Laswell found them, but I bet at least one's dad has stars on his shoulders!"
Neither you, nor Ghost liked Price's lingering silence, but you didn't show it. You trusted Kate well enough to know she would have ensured they posed no real threat to your safety and the mission's success before having them join you on the field.
What actually bothered you was that it all happened on such short notice. You barely had time to bounce back from the previous assignment before having to start a new, high-risk, high-stakes one. You were aware of your limits and confident enough that you could pull this one off - but having to look after another two people you met a couple of hours before going into the field? Sure, you knew your limits, but did they know theirs?
"Stop it! Get it out of your mind, now!"
Ghost's deep Manchester accent pulled you out of your head and back into the present moment. You shot him what was meant to be a reassuring look, unaware that you actually looked like a deer caught in the headlights. It took you a moment to realise Price had left, leaving you two alone on the tarmac.
"They do anything you don't like, they act fishy - you report directly to me!"
He took a step forward, the tac vests you'd fastened on your bodies almost making contact. You pursed your lips in an attempt to hide the tremor that coursed through you and raised your eyes to take a better look at the skull plate, firmly attached to his black balaclava by messy stitches.
Just like Price, he was quick to bounce back into being the Lieutenant of Task Force 141. You were used to seeing him in full combat gear considering the big count of missions you went together into, but you couldn't help but furrow your brow at the sight of an additional Ka-Bar knife strapped in a detachable holster on his belt. And at the two fragmentation grenades attached to the same belt. But after all, he and Soap would drop out of the plane before you hit the landing zone - he would need all the additional equipment and ammunition he could get.
"Are you ready to go into the hornet's nest?", you tried to tease him in an attempt to mask the audible gulp you had to take as the adrenaline started to kick in.
"You'll have reduced it to half before I even take out my knife!", he hummed as an answer, a soft warmth glowing in his chocolate eyes.
You opened your mouth to talk back, but you were interrupted by the loud beeping that signalled you to board the aircraft. You knew you had to go, you had a tight schedule to follow after all, but neither of you seemed to want to be the first to leave.
"I'll meet you at the safehouse?"
This time you couldn't look him in the eye, pining your gaze to the ground as your voice trembled, a soft vibration that got lost in the brutal cacophony of sounds. A surprised sound left your lips when his tac vest came back into your sight, two gloved fingers resting on your chin and lifting it until your eyes made contact with his.
"I'll be there."
You maintained eye contact as his hand fumbled for something on his vest. His glance was soft and tender, just as reassuring as his words and the gloved fingers that still lingered above your helmet strap.
"And I'll want that back."
You shot him a quizzical look before feeling an unfamiliar weight in the pocket of your tac vest. Your eyes shot down to the place, catching a glimpse of his skeleton glove before setting on the crumpled, half-smoked pack of cigarettes, and a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
"That's an order, Sergeant!", he barked out before heading towards the aircraft. You couldn't help but roll your eyes and follow him, left hand resting over the smokes.
"Roger that, sir!"
--- 2 hours earlier
"Watcher 1 to Bravo 4-7, how copy?"
Laswell's voice could be heard through the radio, partially interrupting your watch. With mechanic moves, you pressed the communication button and brought the microphone closer to your chapped lips:
"Watcher 1, this is Bravo 4-7, solid copy! Go on for traffic."
"Interrogative, have you got eyes on the target?"
Shifting a bit under the dessert camouflage net, you peered down the scope of the rifle to check the gates of the compound. Two men with hunting dogs seemed to be on foot patrol, automatic guns swaying at their hips.
"Affirmative. Do you want me to take them down?"
It had been more than 20 hours since you got into position, yet all you were ordered to do was to keep watch and stand for future orders. Since it was not the first mission of this kind, you had expected that yet you could see the Privates getting jumpy and distracted, the two of them idly chatting between their own shared camo net.
"Negative, we expect the smugglers to arrive shortly after they switch patrols- we plan to infiltrate so hold your fire!"
"Copy, Watcher 1! Bravo 4-7 out!"
Taking one last look at the current patrol, you switched the communications on the channel you used to communicate with the two Privates. During your first mission, Ghost wasn't exactly the most talkative partner and not being able to entirely understand his intentions almost got you killed. After you got to know him better, you knew that he had been testing you and that he was always ready to step in if things went more south than expected, but nonetheless, you decided to do things differently with the two soon-to-be operators:
"Bravo 4-7-1, this is Bravo 4-7, how copy?"
You turned your eyes to the left, a frown on your face as you saw the camo net slightly shift as the radio began to crackle.
"Bravo 4-7, this is Bravo 4-7-1. Uhm… solid copy?"
"This is Bravo 0-7. Why the hell are you talking to your supervisor on the main channel?"
You couldn't help but giggle at Ghost's rough voice and you rolled your eyes at his antics. He was surely having the time of his life after having found a way to pick on the two men.
"Sorry sir… uhm, we were answering to Bravo 4-7-1 and…"
"Bravo 4-7-1, this is Bravo 4-7, switch to channel 4 and we'll continue our private chat there."
The quiet air was filled with even more crackling static and occasional mutters coming from who was probably Reynolds. Still keeping your eyes locked on the gates of the complex, you let out a sigh as you pressed the communication button again before Ghost could intervene:
"Bravo 4-7-1, use the red dial that is next to the communication button. All Bravos, sorry for the disturbance - though we could all use a small break!"
"You've got it, Bambi! How are you holding up there?"
You smiled hearing Kyle's reassuring tone, briefly accompanied by what must have been Price's laugh. Ghost and Soap would infiltrate the building from one side, while the Captain and Gaz would break in from the other- and you would keep watch and annihilate any unexpected threat, coming from the outside.
"It's all good, Gaz, all good. Just sitting my ass here and waiting for the moment I get to save yours!"
"Have you seen this ass though? Definitely worth killing for!"
Naturally, Soap couldn't help but intervene, his cocky reply being laced with a hint of playful arrogance. You opened your mouth to give him a well-chosen answer, but Ghost beat you to it. He was in full-combat mode, his stern voice being more than enough to make you bounce back into the harsh reality of the mission.
"Keep talking, MacTavish, and there'll be no rear-end left of you by the time the job is done! Party's over, get your asses back into the game!"
"Roger!"
But you still laughed after you made sure your radio was off, shaking your head in disbelief. Even when pent up on combat stress and adrenaline, you knew Ghost's pun was intentional. Involuntarily, your hand brushed over the crumpled pack of smokes, fishing it out of the pocket and bringing it closer to your face. Closing your eyes, you inhaled slowly, a deep sigh leaving your mouth. Even after a bumpy plane ride and 20 hours spent on a stakeout, Simon's scent was lingering, a silent sign of his presence.
"Bravo 4-7, this is Bravo 4-7-1, how copy?", Private John's voice could be heard through the radio, a tense silence settling in after his words. You had an inkling that they still had second thoughts on whether they were on the right channel or not.
"Solid copy, Private." You eventually decided to end their inner torment and reply, a grin forming at the corner of your lips when you heard a collective sigh from the two.
"Ma'am, we're sorry about before…"
"Mistakes happen- let that be your biggest and last one", you were prompt to cut them short, remembering how Ghost had tried to instil discipline through clipped, yet complete orders. "Now, Reynolds, tell me what you two are looking at!"
"Yes, ma'am! We're looking at two solid iron gates which are openly guarded by two mobile patrols, each one consisting of an armed man and a hunting dog. They haven't rotated in the past 5 hours, I think, so they are probably expecting to be changed soon-"
"Which also means that they might have got bored and should not be as attentive to their surroundings as-"
"Wrong, Private Johns, you are dead. Lesson number one on the battlefield, never underestimate your enemy!", you barked through the headset in a manner that would make Ghost proud. "You always need to uphold the enemy to the highest standard, not rely on their mistakes to succeed. Mistakes are occasional, but underestimating them is what will get you killed!"
The prolonged silence on their part was not a good sign and, for a moment, you wondered whether you'd been too harsh on them. But they must have known what they were signing up for temporarily joining the Task Force, so you sighed in defeat and pressed the communication button once more:
"I want you to move to the next ridge and keep watch from there. I expect detailed reports every 15 minutes from now on. Any questions?"
"No ma'am. Bravo 4-7-1 out."
"Bravo 4-7 out."
---
You started to realise something was wrong when another hour passed and the patrols were not switched, but instead doubled, with no signs of smugglers in sight. So far the main channel had been quiet and you divided your attention between the Privates' reports and being on the lookout for any signs that you've been compromised.
Your left hand was unconsciously fiddling with the cigarette pack, while your right one was adjusting the scope to focus on the road leading to the complex. Your breath hitched upon seeing a Humvee heading towards the gates and you fumbled for the communication button of the radio, bringing the mic closer to your mouth.
The sudden explosion of static coming from the radio had you almost ripping off the headset from your ears, a cold shiver running down your spine the moment you realised it.
Your radio was not working.
"All Bravos, this is Bravo 4-7, how copy?"
You could feel your heartbeat increasing at an alarming rate when no answer came and you turned to look at the place where Privates Reynolds and Johns should have been, keeping watch on the complex. Your heart dropped further in your chest when you realised the ridge was empty and there had been more than 15 minutes since their last report- still that didn't justify why they'd left their position without telling you. Were Price's orders not clear enough? Sure, your radio may have broken somehow, but they should have come and checked in with you in person as they must have been trained.
You let out a string of curses under your breath, the realisation of the imminent danger you were currently in hitting you like a bullet train. You must have been compromised, the same way the scouts Laswell mentioned had been - and your radio was not working because someone must have been using a signal jammer in the area. And judging by the absence of the two Privates, the order to retreat had already been given.
You needed to get out of there.
With rapid, but calculated movements, you disassembled the sniper and began to pack it into a camo warbag. You were slowly rolling up the camouflage net when multiple gunshots were fired on the road you had been watching. Your eyes widened in disbelief when you saw what must have been the convoy supposed to transport the weapons Laswell talked about, coming under heavy fire. There had been someone else who had known about the transport, and who must have done everything they could to get their hands on it.
And taking into consideration what they had done to the Special Forces scouts, you could easily rule out the saying that stated that the enemy of your enemy was your friend. So when you heard men hollering in what seemed to be Russian in your vicinity, you ripped out your dog tags and all the badges that identified you as a British Special Forces operator and buried them into a shallow mound, carefully placing one of Ghost's cigarettes on top of it. As the shouts grew closed, you took in a deep breath and your left hand gripped around the hilt of the extra Ka-Bar knife you kept in your boot.
With a small sigh of resignation, you accepted the fact that you couldn't outrun them without the high risk of getting killed. While the ridge you were stationed on was a good point of observation, it provided no proper cover outside of the camouflage net you've already packed and it only left you with the choice you've been trained to make and despised the most.
Surrender yourself and hope somebody will come to save you.
-- present time
"Why didn't she listen to the orders to retrea-.."
One of the Privates whose nametag read Johns tried to speak up, but his words faltered as the deadly gazes of the remaining Task Force 141 operators were set on him. And at that moment they resembled a pack of hound dogs, eager to be released on a hunt.
"Listen here, boy", Soap began in an unusually calm tone, although his tensed-up form spoke otherwise. "You and your friend here- you better pack up and make sure you board Laswell's ride, as soon as she touches ground here." His words were cold and calculated, his voice getting harsher as he went on. "See, right now we are all focused on getting back our comrade- to put it plainly, we do not have the time to deal with you leaving her behind deep in enemy territory."
He paused for better effect.
"But Lord save you once we find her because nothing will hold us back and we. Will. Be. Coming. For. You."
"That's enough, MacTavish!", Laswell curtly said as she entered the safe house. She was dressed plainly, if not for the bulletproof vest she'd donned and the usual stack of manilla folders she was usually carrying around had been replaced by a laptop she placed in front of Price and opened. "I take full responsibility for what happened to Miss L/N. As for now, she is declared as MIA."
"What do you mean, happened? I don't care what you're going to say, but I am sure as hell going to get her out of wherever she is!", Ghost couldn't contain his growl, his fingers turning white from his hard grip on the chair.
If any of his teammates noticed the sudden shift in his demeanour when Laswell declared you as missing in action, they had the common sense to keep their thoughts to themselves. All of them were stressed, angry and tired, but there was one more feeling that was bubbling in Ghost's chest, something that he hadn't felt in a long time, not since he'd been buried alive in a dead man's casket.
Simon Riley was scared. He was scared he wouldn't be able to get you in time, that he would fail to protect you when you needed it the most. He couldn't control the frantic way his heart hammered in his chest when his brain fabricated scenarios in which you were alone, cold and petrified, and it took him a great deal of what was left of his self-control not to throw caution out the window and run to find you.
Ghost was scared for you, but what terrified him the most was the thought of having to live in a world without you.
On the outside, he seemed still as a statue, his trained blank look not betraying the internal conflict that was raging inside. He saw Laswell's lips move and the laptop screen that was placed in front of him, but the lights were too bright and the colours, too saturated. He was supposed to watch a video, a drone footage, as his military-trained mind registered, but the voices in his head became too loud to ignore and the temperature in the room was too high for his liking. His breaths quickened and he felt the mask sticking to his face, suffocating him, as if he was in the coffin again, in the dark, and alone with a rotting corpse. Only it was not the body of the person who'd betrayed him, but your sleeping silhouette, gently resting your head on his chest and sighing every once in a while.
The footage from the drone zoomed in on a familiar figure who was encircled by armed men from all directions. The scene of you being taken as a hostage played in front of Ghost's eyes, but his mind did not register it as his sole focus was on your slumbering figure, the warmth of your body against his playing a big role in persuading Simon that you were actually there, with him, safe and sound.
Yet you weren't, and when he tried to brush a strand of hair away from your face he was met with the rough and cold surface of a skull plate, his fingers instantly jerking away in repulsion. A wave of nausea had him shot up from his chair and stumble to the bathroom, shaky hands fumbling with the thick mask before he could empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
When he opened his eyes again, he felt as if he'd been dunked in a barrel of cold water. His mind was no longer muddled with what-ifs and second-guesses, but had a clear purpose in sight: one that would keep him going until the end of the earth just to see it done. His hands no longer trembled as he pulled the black balaclava on his face and headed back to the main room, paying no mind to Soap's concerned gaze.
His eyes were cold and determined as he laid his hands on the first assault rifle within reach, methodically assembling it and stuffing as many ammunition magazines as he could into the pockets of his tactical vest. His hands itched for a cigarette, but the urge only strengthened his resolve: he would find you, even if it meant it was the last thing he did.
---
You didn't even have the energy to flinch when the fist collided with your face, sending your head rolling backwards. The world was reduced to a blurry mess, blue stars dancing before your eyes. Out of instinct, you lolled your head to the side and spit on the ground, in an attempt to diminish the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. You could still feel the unpleasant stinging that overwhelmed the left half of your face where you'd been hit with the back of a gun but tried to ignore the blood that was trickling across your cheek, all too aware of the jagged line that started near the temple and stopped short of the jawline. The bastards knew how to do their job and they weren't ones to shy away from using you as a means to an end- the future facial scar they'd given you serving as solid proof for that.
"He asked you a question, filth!"
An angry conversation was taking place right in front of you, but you were too busy trying to alleviate the pain, to focus on your captors. Sometimes, familiar words would reach your ears: american, military, information; but it was clear that they were struggling to find a way to make you talk. The questions were always the same ones, similar to what you've been prepared for in interrogation training- who were you, who were you working for, what are the Americans planning? Why has everything had always something to do with the Americans?
And just as you'd been taught in interrogation training, your answers were short and clipped- revealing little to no information at that time. You were still in the phase where they saw you as an asset, a potential source of information, taking into consideration the fact that they didn't kill you on the spot, and it was up to you to dictate the rhythm of their game. Speak too fast and too soon, they will get everything they need and kill you. Say nothing for too much time, they will see you as a dead-end and kill you.
You were currently walking the tightrope, trying to keep the balance between the increasing pain you found yourself in and the amount and importance of the information you were giving them. All you had to do was to make sure you stayed alive long enough for your teammates to find you. You knew they would take care of the rest.
"We shall try a different question then, kotyonok…" You shot your captor a cold look full of spite, not sure what disgusted you more: the mocking nickname he gave you or the pressure his fingers applied on your face, so different from the calloused, yet gentle touch of Ghost. "You wouldn't tell us your name- at least give us your codename and we might get Boris here to clean up your cheek. I know you wouldn't like that cut to scar…"
Your hands were numb from the tight grip they used to tie you to the metal chair, but you could still feel them shake when a knife, your Ka-Bar knife, was pressed against your cheek. You bit your lip so hard it drew blood in an attempt to stifle the tears that were pooling in your eyes, and you couldn't help but whimper when the blade was lightly traced against your skin before being sheathed, a heartless laugh following the gesture soon after.
You closed your head and let your head hang low, the rhythmic drip of your blood being the only sound that filled the room for a while. You could only hope you would make it through the next hours and your teammates wouldn't have to be greeted by your still-warm body.
---
Ghost was quick to follow the sound of Gaz's voice, his steps leading him to what proved to be quite a strategic place to observe the complex. A brief look at his compass confirmed the coordinates registered along with the drone footage, and even if more than 4 hours had passed since you'd been captured, his eyes were frantically searching for any signs that might lead him to you.
"I found something! She must have been camped here, there are still traces in the ground from where she pinned the camo net!"
"There was something in the footage…", Gaz started to mutter to himself, starting to hit heaps of dirt at random. "She was crouched over the earth like.. she was trying to bury something, I think?"
Not bothering to reply, Ghost's eyes began to systematically scan the area. At first glance, it all seemed the same, the desert soil not providing much diversity in terms of landscape. But you had to leave a mark behind, something subtle, yet noticeable at the same time, something that you could find only if you knew what you were looking for…
"That's bloody good work, Gaz!"
Kyle stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening at the sudden praise coming from his usually cold-demeanoured Lieutenant. For a couple of seconds, he was too distracted to notice that Ghost had kneeled on the ground, his gloved hands digging through a heap of dirt, a white cigarette carefully placed away from the mound. By the time Price and Soap joined them, he managed to unearth your dog tags and Special Forces badges and put them on display:
"She knew she would be taken in… and that revealing her identity at a later point would buy her time…"
"That's basic interrogation training, Sergeant!", Ghost barked at Soap in an unusually aggressive way that made the Scot frown in his direction.
He opened his mouth to talk back, yet no words came out when he noticed your dog tags wrapped around Ghost's hand and the obsessive way he seemed to fiddle with them. Subtly sharing a knowing look with Price, who just raised his eyebrows in a silent suggestion to let it slide, Soap turned around and started scanning the perimeter for any sign that might point to your current whereabouts. Your sudden disappearance had a big impact on all of them, yet it seemed that it affected Ghost the most, his recent mood swings being strong proof of it.
"Bloody bastards… they smoked my cigarettes…"
Simon stomped the cigarette butts under his boot, turning his head to Price, but the Captain was already meters away, fishing another cigarette butt from the ground. Nodding his head in Ghost's direction, he brought the radio closer to his mouth and pressed the communication button:
"Kate, I think we have a lead. Well, at least a path of …smoked stubs?"
Yet before Price could give the order to spread out and start looking for more tracks, Simon already went ahead of others, pulling the automatic gun from his shoulder. Under all the layers comprising of the tactical vest and the rest of the military-issued gear, his heart was thundering in his chest. Second thoughts were already forming inside his tired mind: they really got you, they stole your cigarettes, the pack he gave you for safekeeping and that was supposed to be your lucky charm- somehow, he had thought that having a physical piece of him would keep you out of harm's way.
He could only hope he found you in time before the damage you'd sustained would become irreversible.
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"I don't think you understand how this is working, milaya…"
He was so close to you, that you could feel his rancid breath on your face, a faint familiar smell lodging in your nostrils. Your head was throbbing, and you decided you were hallucinating- Russians didn't smoke the British cigarette brand Ghost did. Your mind must have been playing tricks on you, subconsciously wishing for the masked Lieutenant to find you faster.
"So far we had a monologue…- but I still think you have potential."
Out of reflex, you flinched when someone gripped your shoulders, but the pain your mind was preparing for did not come. Instead, you were untied from the chair and violently shoved forward. Your hands were still tied behind your back and you ended up falling face first on the hard concrete, letting out a pathetic moan that raised a few laughs from your captors.
As you lay there, disoriented and struggling to regain composure, you felt a pair of arms hooking your shoulders, pulling you upright and dragging you out of the room. You were too exhausted to put up a fight, the pain dangerously dulling your senses, but that didn't stop you from thrashing around in your captor's grip and throwing curses at him. To your dismay, he didn't seem fazed by it, his grip never faltering as he hauled you through a deserted corridor, seemingly underground, judging by the lack of natural light. You maintained your aggressive facade, yet your eyes were carefully studying your surroundings, taking in every little detail that might prove crucial, should you be able to escape.
Before you realised it, you were thrown into a dark room, yet this time you were able to cushion the fall and land on your knees. Wincing at the brutal impact, you squinted in an attempt to make out your surroundings and any potential escape routes.
"See, little one, everyone has a breaking point.."
The harsh voice of your captor broke through the silence, followed, as if on cue, by the lights being turned on. The sudden brightness had you close your eyes in discomfort, your wrists starting to turn red and raw from your relentless efforts to free yourself from the tight ropes. You could feel blood trickling through the small abrasions where the rope had cut into your skin.
"It seems plain violence is not yours. Not even cresting your pretty little face… I will tell you a secret, you might not live long to keep it anyway, but that is the breaking point of many- ladies and men both."
As he went on with what you decided was a well-rehearsed discourse, he started walking in circles around the room, almost like a predator circling its prey. The intimidation technique was not foreign to you, yet you did your best to morph your face into a scared and hesitant expression, giving him what he wanted to see: a person who was on the verge of breaking, someone who should be kept alive for a little more.
"So I thought to myself- the doll does not work alone. Maybe we should bring one of her friends here and see who gives in first."
If you weren't busy maintaining the terrified mask, you might have laughed at his weak attempt to extract information about your teammates. He was trying so hard to be menacing, yet he didn't know that you had been trained by the Ghost himself, who had drilled all possible interrogation scenarios into your mind. You made a mental note to thank him if you ever got out of there.
"But then I remembered we had a special room we haven't been able to test yet."
His voice grew closer and closer. Keeping your eyes glued to the ground, you focused on the blood that was dripping from your face, staining the concrete floor crimson. When he exhaled in your direction, you could clearly feel the smoke of Ghost's cigarettes wafting towards you, your hands clenching in fists at the audacity he possessed. You opened your mouth for the first time, if only to give him a piece of your mind, yet you barely had time to register him roughly grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and violently dragging you to the middle of the room.
"And if this doesn't break you… do not worry, we will find something else!"
You could barely make sense of his words, his unveiled threat, before your head was forcefully shoved into what you made out to be a basin. Piercing-cold water enveloped you from all sides, and panic surged through every fiber of your being when you realised that there was a firm grip on the back of your head, preventing you from pulling out. Your throat burned with each passing second, and your vision gradually darkened as you struggled to stay conscious, your body going limp on the edge of the bathtub.
"After all, we have all the time in the world. No one will find us here… not when we are right under their noses."
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It took them one hour under the scorching sun, but the members of Task Force 141 had managed to discover the Russians' hideout. Following the cigarette butts eventually led them to a camouflage net, one which Ghost almost ripped away when he recognized it as yours, and they ended up staring at the entrance of what was supposed to be an underground bunker. The few guards that were lingering around didn't know what hit them, a blood-splattered skull plate being the last thing they'd seen before collapsing to the ground.
As he carefully threaded through the dimly lit corridor, Ghost's demons had never been so loud. On the one hand, his feet were urging him to bolt, to sprint through every room and hallway and find you as quickly as he could, but on the other hand, he was still part of a team with whom he shared a common purpose. Ditching them would be highly dangerous and irresponsible and it would help no one in the end.
Yet all common sense jumped out of the window when the silence was shattered by a high-pitched scream followed by a loud string of curses, both in English and Russian. Simon barely waited for Price's curt order to go before he bolted in the direction of the commotion, swiftly incapacitating any man who was foolish enough to get in this way.
At that moment, he didn't even need the mask to become one with the Ghost- the primal need to protect you overtook his senses, the chaotic surroundings fading into the background as the singular purpose took hold of him. When the automatic gun ran out of ammunition he simply threw it away and lunged for the rifle strapped on his back. When he ran out of throwing knives, he openly jumped on anyone who got in his way. He did not hold back, being quick to send his opponents staggering backwards and crashing into walls or doors. His objective was clear - to create a diversion, a way to distract attention from you and put an end to the torment you must have been going through.
He didn't even bother to check if the door was unlocked before kicking it to the ground, unaware of the splinters that lodged themselves into his gear. When he registered the lower half of your limp body, beaten and bruised, he saw red. Dropping his rifle to the ground, he let out a feral growl as he launched himself at the man standing in the middle of the room, who was staring at him wide-eyed, fumbling with the safety of the gun he was holding. Blow after blow rained upon him, each strike being filled with a mix of madness and rage that Ghost had struggled to contain within himself throughout the day. The Russian, unable to defend himself from Ghost's fury, was crouched in a fetal position, whimpering and sobbing, just like you did hours ago, yet Simon's assault did not seem to falter. He was determined to make him feel at least a fraction of what you've been put through.
Until he realised that there was no other movement in the room, that you hadn't crept up to him and assured him you were fine like he secretly hoped you would. He was almost scared to look in the direction of your still-limp body, his blood running cold at the sight of you leaning against the edge of a water basin, your head still submerged in the water.
Simon had often fantasized about what kissing you for the first time would be like. It was a small comfort he liked to indulge in whenever he would try to go to bed and sleep wouldn't find him. Where would you be, how would your lips feel when pressed against his? Would it be gentle, or wild and passionate? What would you say to him afterwards? Would you regret or do it again in the following moments?
He definitely did not expect your first intimate contact to be on the cold, hard floor of the torture room, with your lifeless body hanging limp in his arms. He ripped his gloves away from his hands, searching for your pulse with trembling fingers and the relief he felt upon feeling an irregular, yet faint heartbeat, had him peel the mask from his face and discard it on the floor. Without wasting a second, he tilted your head back gently and sealed his chapped lips against yours, trying his best to breathe life into your still body. Your skin was cold against his fingers and he could almost feel his heart stop beating when he realised your condition was not improving.
Ghost was not a religious man, yet he started to recite the only prayer his mother ever taught him when he pressed his hands against your chest and started the compressions. Hot tears started rolling down his cheeks as he counted the compressions, lips trembling as he kept chanting your name again and again, urging you to open your eyes and wake up.
A choked sob left his mouth when you gasped and started coughing, your body twitching against your will. He was quick to roll you onto your side, gently patting your back in an attempt to help you expel the water lodged in your throat. His vision was still clouded from the tears, but that did not stop him from cradling your shaking figure in his arms, resting his head atop yours. He could feel your erratic breathing and your heartwrenching sobs, but all he could do was hug you tighter and try to reassure you, even though his voice was breaking:
'It's alright. They won't be hurting you again… I'll keep you safe!"
You didn't know how long you stayed in that position, but you were convinced you had been so deprived of oxygen that you started hallucinating. Somehow, you were absolutely convinced it was Ghost who was holding you tight in his arms, your cheek being squished against a tactical vest that could only be his, judging by its specific scent. Yet the sight of a head of dirty blonde hair made you scrunch your forehead in confusion. Why was he not wearing his mask? Your eyesight was still too blurred to make out the features of the person who was holding you, but you could trace the contours of his face in your sleep, even though you could count on your fingers the number of times you had seen them before.
Breathing heavily, you lifted a shaky hand towards his face, scared that if you moved too suddenly, the spell would break and you would be once again pulled out of the basin and asked the generic set of questions you've been asked for the past half an hour. But when your fingers made contact with Simon's cheek, softly threading through his stubble and tracing the deep scar that almost split his lip in two, you let out a breath of relief, a warm wave of comfort washing over you. Your tired mind took note of the foreign voices that were mixed with Simon's reassuring whispers: there was someone repeatedly asking whether you were okay, someone talking over the radio and someone asking for med-evac. Yet the sudden commotion only made you nuzzle your head against Ghost's chest, letting out a sigh of relief as you finally allowed your eyes to shut closed, the constant thought of finally being safe serving as a temporary balm to your wounds.
The base's hospital was no different in any of those regards, yet Simon had spent the last days inside its four walls, camped out on the armchair Price had arranged to be brought into your salon the moment you'd been transferred from the municipal hospital.
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For someone who had spent a good part of his life in hospitals, Ghost hated them. He couldn't stand the pungent smell of chemicals or the hushed conversations that took place in the brightly lit corridors. The constant beeping of the monitoring devices would drive him insane and he detested the cheap food.
Ghost hated hospitals, but he hated being away from you even more.
So he had resorted to spending the last three days acting both as a makeshift nurse and a guard dog for any of the curious passers-by who would try and peek at the operator who had been captured by the enemy and survived torture. Soap, Gaz or Price would usually join him outside working hours, trying to make small talk or urging him to eat the take-out they bought him, but he would only leave your side for bathroom breaks and showers.
He spent the rest of the time next to your sleeping figure, lying still in the armchair and keeping his eyes glued to you. Every once in a while, he would zone out and find himself counting how many times your chest went up and down, totally unaware of the heart-rate monitor that was placed right next to him.
For the time being, Simon was grateful you'd been filled up with painkillers and still sleeping. He couldn't wait for you to wake up, but he wasn't mentally prepared for it: it wouldn't be like before when you fell asleep on him and woke up feeling slightly ashamed, but refreshed, a soft smile lighting up your face. This time, you would wake up to a body full of bruises and a new scar marking your face- and he had no idea what he could say to help you get through it.
Simon was not a man of words, so he decided to convey his feelings through actions and gestures. His moves were well-rehearsed as he emptied the glass of water he'd filled a couple of hours before and refilled it to the brim, placing it on a table next to your bed. His gloves had been long gone by the time he changed your blanket with a fresh and soft one that Soap had brought the last time he came in. After he ensured you were comfortably tucked in, Ghost busied himself with rearranging the flowers and the get-well-soon cards that had already been neatly arranged at the edge of your bed.
After there was nothing left for him to do, he eventually dragged the armchair close to your bedside, removing his mask with slow and weary movements. The dark circles that had formed under his eyes were a stark contrast against his pale complexion, and the stubble he'd neglected for the past few days threatened to turn into a full-grown beard. Yet that did not stop him from exposing his face in your presence, his tired mind arguing that perhaps the sight of him might pull you out of your head, at least temporarily.
A heavy sigh left his body as he laid his upper body on your bed, his head carefully resting on the top of your hand. Out of instinct, he nuzzled his cheek against the soft skin of your palm, relishing in the warmth of the contact, and draped one arm against your body, gently pulling you closer to him.
Minutes passed and his eyes gradually fluttered closed, his soft breaths slowly mingling with yours. He would never admit it out loud, but especially after the events of the last mission, the sole way he could fall asleep was in your proximity, only finding solace in the warm feeling of your touch. It may have taken him a while, but he eventually came to the realisation that it was in your arms that he felt safe, where the turmoil and chaos of the outside could temporarily be forgotten. And he was determined to keep it that way, no matter what it took.
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Who Are You Again?
Based on the following ask: I had another plot thought! Aaron x BAU Reader (female or gender neutral) where Reader disobeys an order to save a victim and gets hurt really bad. Reader wakes up in the hospital to Aaron who is angry at first but then is shocked when it turns out that Reader has retrograde amnesia from the injury. Reader has forgotten their entire career in the BAU and even that They and Aaron were secretly dating! Last thing Reader actually remembers was attending a lecture in college where Aaron was a guest speaker and Reader developed a crush on him! Now Aaron has to carefully navigate helping Reader recover without outing their relationship to anyone else. Or maybe he wonders if it's better they forget? But for a HEA ending definitely Aaron doing something romantic sparks a memory and helps everything come flooding back. @nyxwolph thank you for requesting again and trusting me with your ideas! – I did have to change things up a bit (I struggled big time with this one)
Aaron Hotchner x BAU! Fem Reader
Angst/Fluff
Word count: 5336
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap, some language, BAU canon typical violence, mention of parent death, mention of kidnapping, mention of Haley and Jack, secret relationship, let me know if I missed any!!
That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.
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“In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state.” Essentially, something as small as a butterfly flapping its wings could cause something as catastrophic as a tornado.  
Aaron wondered what small event happened that led to this moment right now. A moment that would change the trajectory of your lives forever.
*36 hours earlier*
“Garcia has the unsubs location; he’s headed down a backroad just east of the 95.” Aaron said.
“He’s devolving, he’s probably going to try and dispose of his latest victim.” Morgan chimed in.
“Not if we have anything to do with it.” JJ replied.
“His location is being shared with you all, everyone be safe, at this point he’s going to be willing to do anything to avoid prison.” Hotch added.
“I’m close by, I am going to go try and cut him off.” You suggested.
The team expressed their worry and care and urged you to be careful. The only thing you had on your mind, however, was saving the five-year-old boy this unsub had hidden. You drove as fast as your vehicle would allow, you had to get to the unsub. You had to save that boy.
As you got closer to the location Garcia had shared, you could see the dust trail the unsubs car was leaving down the road. You thought about your options, and you made a snap decision. Drive on, no matter the consequences – take out the unsub’s car. So that’s what you did.
You drove forward and your car t-boned the unsubs, only you hadn’t considered that he’d be driving a semi tractor. Upon impact, your SUV was crushed, in your rush to get to the unsub you’d forgotten to put on your seatbelt and your body was ejected through the windshield.
The accident was enough to stop the unsub long enough for the team to arrive. As they surveyed the scene, Aaron’s stomach dropped. He immediately began barking orders, demanding medics, and sending agents to the unsubs’ farm to find the boy.  Throughout everything he refused to leave your side.
*Present Day*
“Sir, we had to place her in a medically induced coma to allow the swelling in her brain to go down.” The doctor explained.
“Is there an estimate as to how long it’ll be until she wakes up?” Aaron asked.
“With these kinds of injuries, it’s hard to say. The brain is a tricky thing, and no two injuries are alike. We just have to wait and see.”
“Thank you.” Aaron said, shaking the doctor’s hand.
Your doctor made her exit and Aaron moved to the seat beside your bed. He gently took your hand in his own placing a kiss to the back of it before returning it to your side. Aaron had thought back to the night everything changed.
*One year earlier*
“Hey Hotch, here’s that report you asked for. You aren’t staying are you?” You asked, glancing at your watch.
“Thanks, and yeah I had a few things I needed to finish up.”
You made your way over to Aaron’s couch, dropped your bag to the floor, and shrugged your jacket off. You pulled your phone out to see what was still open for delivery in the area. Aaron and you had shared many nights like this, spending late nights together in his office. The two of you had grown very close over the years, so much so that David had outright asked Aaron if you two were dating. To which Aaron let out an awkward chuckle and denied the accusation. If only he knew.
“What are you doing? You should head home.” Aaron said.
“Well, you should too, and you aren’t, so I guess that means we’re ordering dinner.” You smiled at him.
“I love you.” Aaron said simply.
“What?” You were stunned.
“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. I didn’t – I um….”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Aaron made his way over to you, gently caressed your face and kissed you. It was everything you had ever imagined. There had been this tension between the two of you over the last two years and it was all finally coming together.
After that night, Aaron and you had agreed to keep your relationship under wraps, to avoid any potential disruption to the team, but also any question as to your position on the team. Aaron didn’t want anyone to question the fact that it was your skills and resume alone that got you to where you are.
Yours and Aaron’s relationship blossomed after that night, but not without hardships. Aaron and you faced a lot of adversity in multiple aspects of your relationship; you had a hard time trusting people, Aaron had been self-conscious of your age gap, and you both couldn’t help but feel that you weren’t good enough for the other (not that either of you would bring it up).
*Present Day*
A tear fell from Aaron’s eye, he couldn’t fathom losing you. This was all part of the reason he didn’t want to get serious with someone after Haley, but then you came into his life. You’d come in and made yourself known with your kind eyes and witty charm; how could he not fall in love with you.
Aaron fell for you slowly then all at once, it came naturally, and he couldn’t help it. He knew that the team had their suspicions and honestly over the last year there had been some close calls, but you had ultimately maintained the secrecy of your relationship.
In this moment, Aaron couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt and regret over the fact that he’d asked you to keep things quiet. Had he let the team in on your relationship, he could’ve done a better job at keeping you safe.
*2 Weeks Later*
Aaron had been by your side as much as possible over the last two weeks, which is exactly where he was when you started to stir. Aaron shot straight up in his seat, his hand quickly reaching for your own.
You couldn’t help the groan that escaped your throat, your body hurt so bad, and you felt very confused. You attempted to open your eyes but immediately regretted it – the bright fluorescents adding to the pounding in your head. As you blinked through the brightness of the room, you glanced over to your bedside, noticing a tall man seated there.
“What on earth were you thinking? Driving into the unsub like that, you could’ve been killed. Your actions were reckless and unacceptable.” The man scolded you.
You couldn’t find it in you to reply, your head was pounding. You brought your hand up to your forehead and gently press the heel of your palm into it, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure.
“Sweetheart hold on, I’ll go get your doctor.” A deep voice sounded from your bedside.
Before you could question the pet name, you heard the sound of his dress shoes clicking against the linoleum floors.
The man returned with your doctor; he dimmed the lights slightly on his way back to your bedside. He moved to grab your hand again, to which you shifted, wringing your hands nervously in your lap.
“Hello, I’m doctor Raynor. How are you feeling?”
“Like I was hit by a truck, what happened?” You questioned, giving your doctor and the man a once over.
You recognized the man; it was Special Agent Hotchner of the BAU. What was he doing here? What happened?
“Well, you were involved in an accident, can you tell me what you remember?” Dr. Raynor inquired.
“I um, well, I was leaving a lecture.” Your gaze shifted to Agent Hotchner “Your lecture actually, you were talking about MO’s. I guess the accident was after that?” You couldn’t help but notice Agent Hotchner’s expression faulter.
Your doctor looked over at Agent Hotchner and he shook his head. The two of them seemingly knew something you didn’t. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d just given the wrong answer in front of the class. Dr. Raynor had gone through the rest of your injuries with you, multiple lacerations that had required stitches, a few broken ribs, a broken wrist, and of course your TBI. Once she was done she gave you a somber look.
“Would you excuse us for just a moment? I am going to send in one of your nurses to check you over and I’ll be back in just a moment.” Dr. Raynor said.
“Oh, okay.”
Dr. Raynor and Agent Hotchner left your room, and you tried your best to listen to their conversation.
*Hotch’s POV*
She doesn’t remember me, well us. It’s like the last five years have just disappeared.
“Agent Hotchner, I gather that the lecture she’s referring to did not occur two weeks ago when she was brought in.”
“No, that lecture was nearly five years ago.” I explained.
“This would be a case of retrograde amnesia, if she’s lost recent memories.” Dr. Raynor replied.
“Will her memory return?”
“It’s hard to say.”
While Aaron was completely devastated, he couldn’t help the doubt that creeped into his mind, telling him “This is for the best”.
*Normal POV*
Dr. Raynor and Agent Hotchner looked extremely serious, and you started to feel nauseous. Something was obviously wrong. You watched as their conversation ceased and they made their way back into the room.
Something must have happened, why would Agent Hotchner be here.
“Alright, it would appear that due to the brain trauma you sustained in your accident, you are experiencing what we describe as retrograde amnesia. This is when you can’t recall memories from your past. Based on your most recent memory, it appears as if you’ve lost approximately five years.” Dr. Raynor explained.
“Five years? Five years of memories are just gone. I don’t understand. If that’s true then why are you here?” You asked gesturing to Agent Hotchner.
“Well, you work for the BAU. You have for about three years now.”
“I do? I – I, this is a lot. What does this mean? Have you called my emergency contact?” You asked.
“I uh – I am your emergency contact.” Agent Hotchner spoke up.
“What, why? It has always been my mom, I don’t understand.”
“I’m so sorry, your mom, she uh – she passed last year. That’s when you switched it over to me.” Agent Hotchner’s gaze shifted down to his shoes.
“She’s gone?” Your voice cracked.
“Okay, this has been quite a bit of information. The most important thing right now is getting healthy. We want to keep you here a little longer to continue monitoring the swelling in your brain. Once we’ve confirmed it has gone down, you’ll want to get back in your usual routine, that is the best shot at getting your memory back.” Dr. Raynor gently patted your leg.
“How am I meant to get back to my normal routine when I don’t know it? The one person I had, I just found out is dead.”
“Given that Agent Hotchner is your emergency contact, we would be able to release you into his care. For now, we just need to stay positive.” With that, Dr. Raynor made her exit.
“I know this is a lot, but the BAU, we’re like a family, that includes you. Each member of the team is going to be willing to do anything to help you throughout this process.” Agent Hotchner said.
Part of you knew you could trust him; he had kind eyes, and you knew he was genuine. However, the other part of you felt so hopeless, like a lost kid in a department store. How were you meant to go home with this man who you didn’t know.
*Five Days Later*
“Do you have everything?” Aaron asked.
He had been with you every day for the last five days. He had brought you some things from your apartment and asked you to call him Aaron for now while you were “getting to know him”. You had to admit, it had been pretty nice talking with him the last few days.
“I think so!” You looked over at him. “I know that I am meant to be staying with you, at least until I’m fully healed, but could we go to my apartment first? I’d like to see it and maybe go through some of my things?”
“Of course we can.” Aaron nodded, gesturing towards the door.
The drive to your place was filled with small talk, mostly you asking Aaron questions about the BAU and the time you’ve spent there. It felt weird asking the man who is technically your boss about your personal life.
When you arrived, Aaron made sure to open your door for you and carry your bag into your home. He led you inside and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he seemed in your place, like he’d been there before. Like he belonged there. You shook the thought from your mind.
“I got you a new phone, it’s all set up for you.” Aaron said handing you the device.
“Thanks! Were they able to back up the old one? I was hoping to go through old texts and pictures to gather some insight into my life. God that sounds weird.” You huffed out a breath.
“I have our technical analyst Penelope Garcia working on that for you.” Aaron informed you.
“That’s great, thank you.”
The truth was, Aaron didn’t have Garcia backing up your old phone, at least not yet. He knew that if he had brought it to her she would uncover all the private texts and photos that you two had shared over the last year. He didn’t want to risk everyone finding out about your relationship, especially now when he wasn’t sure what your future would hold.
Aaron watched you as you made your way around your apartment. You wandered slowly around letting your fingers graze the spines of books on your shelves, picture frames on the walls and tchotchkes that were strewn about your desk and shelves. 
He so badly wanted to pull you into his arms, kiss your head and tell you that everything was going to be okay. He wanted you to know that he wasn’t just your boss. But he also thought about all the things that could go wrong if he told you. You could question your own ethics and fall into self-loathing with the thought that you’d potentially slept your way to the top – this was the furthest thing from the truth, but he knew you and the way your mind spiraled. He wondered if it would just be easier if he let you find yourself all on your own, to let this thing between you go and hope that maybe you’d find your way back to him again.
When he looked over to you once again, he saw that you had found a photo album. It was one he was very familiar with; Garcia had gotten it for you on your 1-year BAU anniversary and filled it halfway. Since then, you’d continue to add to it all the photos you’d taken with the team.
You hadn’t realized you were crying until a tear had fallen onto the picture you were currently examining. Your emotions were running high, looking through the album was so strange it felt like looking at a stranger and yet it was you in photo after photo looking happier than ever with these people you couldn’t remember.
You felt the couch dip beside you and Aaron gently rubbed his hand up and down your back.
“I can’t imagine how overwhelming this all must be. I know that I can’t understand but I am here for you and I’m happy to lend an ear if you want to talk about it.” Aaron quietly soothed you.
“Thank you so much Aaron. I just don’t know how to wrap my head around this being me but not remembering it. Clearly you all mean so much to me and yet I have no recollection of any of this.” You sobbed.
Aaron and you sat like that on your couch for a while. He gave you the time you needed to calm down, while holding you, whispering sweet nothings to you. You felt oddly comfortable there in his arms, your mind shifted to the thought that enjoying the way his arms felt around you was also incredibly inappropriate given that he was your boss. At that thought you shifted slightly. You thought back to why you had signed up to audit Aaron’s lecture and while the main reason was the knowledge he’d lend you, a part of you allowed his looks to give you that final push in signing up.
“I should probably grab a few things so we can head out.” You whispered.
“Do you need any help?” Aaron asked.
“I should be okay, but I’ll let you know!”
Aaron drove the two of you back to his apartment, for the time being he had asked Jessica to keep Jack, this way you could adjust, and Jack also wouldn’t out your relationship. Aaron had his guest bedroom set up for you, he’d set it up with some of your favorite things. A lavender scented candle, extra pillows, a fluffy blanket, and he made sure to set a small trinket dish on the dresser, so you’d have a place to put your jewelry.
These of course were all things Aaron had previously had at his place for you. When you two had gotten increasingly more serious, he encouraged you to leave some stuff at his place and he’d gone as far as to supply some of your favorites around his home for you.
Aaron led you into his home and you couldn’t help but glance around, really taking in your surroundings. You couldn’t help but take note of a few things as he showed you around; there was a photo missing from the side table next to the couch (you could see the tiny bit of dust that must’ve collected around it), the pantry was stocked with quite a few of your favorite snacks, there was a pink coffee mug in the cabinet, and lastly, tucked under the shoe rack near the front door were a pair of fluffy gray slippers.
You couldn’t explain why, but there was a slight pang of jealousy in you as you thought of Aaron having a girlfriend. You knew you had no right to feel that way and it would be incredibly inappropriate, but it was a gut reaction.
*One Week Later*
Aaron and you had fallen into a weird sort of routine, it started to feel a lot like the 50’s, you making dinner and cleaning while he worked. You were starting to get a bit stir crazy, which is exactly why you were so excited today. Garcia would be coming by to see you; she was bringing over a bunch of photos and videos of you with the team throughout the last three years.
It was a paperwork catch-up day for the BAU, so Aaron had given Penelope the go ahead to take a long lunch and spend some time with you. So, when a knock on the door rang through the apartment, you couldn’t help the burst of excitement that coursed its way through your veins.
“Hi Penelope!”
“Hey babe! How are you feeling?” She asked, giving you a look of concern.
“I’m feeling pretty good, you know, except for the missing five years of memories thing.”  You let out a low chuckle.
“Oh goodness! Well, I’ve brought a ton of stuff that might help bring some stuff back. I read that sense of smell is the sense that links with memories the strongest so have a bunch of things for you to smell while you look at photos in hopes something will come back to you.”
“That sounds like a great idea!” You smiled at Penelope.
The next hour or so went by with Penelope showing you photos and videos along with passing you various items to smell in hopes of bringing back some of your memories. And while it wasn’t like a wave crashing over you, bringing all your memories back, it did bring some things back. You could remember the members of the BAU and some of their quirks, you remembered the feeling of being in the bullpen (thanks to the smell of some very burnt coffee). What you were struggling to regain was your emotional memories, you couldn’t quite pinpoint the relationships you had with anyone from the team. 
“I am glad that this helped! I should probably get out of your hair though; I can tell you have headache.” Penelope
“Thank you Penelope, I really appreciate all of this!”
You led her to the door, and she reminded you to get some rest and to take it easy. She also suggested that you come by the BAU for lunch in the next week or so to see everyone. The team had been doing a good job of not overwhelming you and allowing you time to get back in the swing of things.
“Oh, Penelope before you go, did you get a chance to back up my old phone? Aaron said you were working on it.”
“Oh, hon. He must’ve forgotten to mention it, but I will get started on that right away! I’ll text you as soon as I’m done, okay? We will just be able to pull the backup and put it on your new phone!” She said pulling you into a tight hug, before making her exit.
Why would Aaron have lied to you about your old phone? Maybe Penelope was right, and it just slipped his mind, he had been dealing with a lot, taking care of you, and having you stay with him.
You hadn’t meant to snoop, honestly, but after having talked with Penelope, the feeling Aaron was hiding something from you was extremely prevalent. You decided to look around a bit, you know, while putting the laundry away. You needed to put the towels away in Aaron’s bathroom, you just happened to notice the second toothbrush in the holder, the dress hanging inside his closet (come on, the door was already open), the ring box tucked in his sock drawer, what shocked you the most were the photos in the hall closet. It was a photo of him and a tall brunette that had you spiraling, where was this woman? You had clearly been invading his space long enough and you couldn’t bear the thought of coming between him and this woman who was to be his fiancé.
You needed to get back to your life, and out of Aaron’s hair. You decided that you’d tell him that night over dinner, you were going to move back home.
“Hey, I’m home!” Aaron called.
“Hey, how was your day?” You asked.
Aaron explained that his day was good, and he asked you about your get together with Penelope as you finished up dinner. Aaron set the table as you followed behind him plating up the food.
“I’m glad to hear things went well with Penelope. I think lunch with the team is a great idea.”
“Aaron I’m gonna move back home.” The words flew out of your mouth faster than your brain could catch up. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to impose on your life any more than I already have.”
“It’s truly not an imposition, but if that’s what you want.” Aaron looked deflated.
“I just think it’s important we both get back to our usual every day.”
“If you think that’s best.”
You two ate in silence. Afterwards you both went to the kitchen, cleaned up the dishes and made your way to your separate rooms. You began packing up your belongings and Aaron scrolled through photos of the two of you from before the accident.
*Two Days Later*
“Good morning gorgeous!!! I am calling to inform you that the backup from your old phone is ready, and I also think it is the perfect day for you to come in and have lunch with everyone!” Penelope sang over the phone.
“Okay, what time should I come down there?”
“Ummm maybe around 12:30? Everyone is usually ready to eat by then. I can call and order in something too!”
“Oh, and uh Pen, I don’t know the address, and I’m not cleared to drive.” You said shyly.
“Oh shoot, okay! I’ll see who is available to come and pick you up, no worries.” Penelope reassured you.
You took some time getting ready, most of the team hadn’t seen you since before the injuries, and while the cuts and bruises have faded and scarred, you still had a very broken wrist and frequent headaches, along with PTSD and anxiety attacks thanks to the TBI. You felt like you had been doing well, and based on your recent check-up with your neurologist, things are trending up in regard to your health. Though you began to worry that the worst had yet to come.
A knock on your door shook you out of your thoughts, as you made your way to answer it, you wondered who Penelope sent to get you. Pulling the door open revealed someone you were hoping you wouldn’t see so soon.
“Hi Aaron.”
“Hello, were going to go pick up the food on the way back to the BAU, if that’s okay.” Aaron explained.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded.
The drive was filled with tense silence. You couldn’t help but wonder why Aaron would harbor any negative feelings towards you. You’d only moved out of his apartment so he could get back on to his life, if anything he should be grateful that you’ve gone home. One of the main reasons you’d really decided to go home was because of the fact that you were growing far too comfortable.
Things at Aaron’s house were starting to feel right, like it was where you belong. You had no idea how you had been able to work with him over the last few years, the crush you had on him all those years ago had only proven to grow stronger.
“I’ll run in and grab the food.” Aaron said, pulling you out of your thoughts.
Before you could reply, he stepped out of the car and made his way into the restaurant.  
Aaron got you signed in with a visitor’s badge (as you weren’t cleared to work) and then he led you up to the sixth floor, BAU bullpen. Upon walking in, you felt an odd sense of familiarity. You knew that it would make sense for the BAU to bring memories back and that you would have muscle memory to help lead you through the building, but it felt very strange.
You looked over at Aaron, “I need to go see Garcia, do you mind pointing me in the right direction?”
“Of course, her office is that way. Second door on the right.”
“Thanks.” You smiled.
You wandered through the corridor, catching a glimpse of Garcia through her open door. You lightly knocked on her door and walked into her office.
“Oh! Hello gorgeous!” Garcia squealed, standing, and pulling you into a hug.
“Hey Pen!”
“Let’s get your phone squared away and then we will go eat.”
You handed your phone over to Penelope and she began downloading the last backup from your old phone.
“This should only take a few minutes.”
Penelope and you made idle chit chat for a few moments while waiting on your phone. When it finished uploading, she unplugged it and handed it to you. The two of you then made your way to the bullpen.
Lunch with the BAU was overwhelming to say the least. It was fun talking to everyone, but you could tell everyone was walking on eggshells and you could see the pity flash behind their eyes as you sat and explained your lack of memories with the people sitting before you.
After lunch, Aaron let everyone leave early. It had been a paperwork day and the team had been very productive. He told them all to go home, but of course to leave their phones on, just in case they had to leave. Emily offered to drive you home, given the close proximity of your apartments.
When you got home, you changed into some comfortable clothes and sat on the couch. You took a deep breath and unlocked your phone. There were two things you noticed while going through everything, the first being a significant number of photos saved and the second being the texts exchanged between you and your boss.
You decided to go through the photos first. There were plenty of you with the various members of the BAU, but what caught your attention was one image in particular, in it, you were laid in bed with your head resting on a man’s chest…the man being none other than Aaron.
You quickly switched over to your messages app. Clicking Aaron’s name, you saw the most recent text…
“Be careful sweetheart. I love you.”
Your mind was racing, what were you meant to think, why would he keep this from you? Was the ring meant for you? You needed to see him.
You ordered an Uber and made your way to the FBI building. You signed in, getting a visitors’ badge and headed up to the sixth floor.
“Aaron” You called out into the bullpen.
“Is everything okay? What are you doing here?” Aaron asked as he walked out of his office.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Aaron questioned.
“That we were together.”
You gestured to your phone. Aaron dropped his gaze for a moment, before looking back to you. You could see the pain behind his eyes.
“Sweetheart, we had been keeping it a secret, and I don’t know, I guess I thought that maybe you’d be better off. I figured you might find someone more appropriate for you.”
“That wasn’t a choice for you to make. Aaron things have been confusing enough, losing my memory. But to have you lying to me, it’s total bullshit. How am I supposed to get my memories back if you are keeping such a big part of me a secret.” You couldn’t help the frustrated tears from slipping down your cheek.
Aaron reached for you and let his thumb brush the tear off your cheek. He stepped closer to you and brought his other hand to your cheek.
“I am so sorry. I should’ve told you from the get-go, I was scared. I thought that maybe I would tell you and you’d have to get to know me again and maybe you wouldn’t love me the way you did before. I also couldn’t help but think that I don’t deserve you and this was your perfect out. But that was selfish, I should’ve told you the truth.”
You leaned your head onto Aaron’s chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline and then he pulled back.
“Can I show you something?” Aaron asked.
You nodded and followed him to his office. Aaron led you around his desk and gestured for you to sit in his chair. He pointed to his computer screen, and you took note of the screen saver. It was a slideshow of pictures taken throughout your relationship, there were pictures of you at the FBI Gala, Jack’s soccer game, art museums, at Aaron’s home, at your apartment, etc..
It happened slowly, then all at once. A warm feeling flooded your veins, and a dull ache filled your head. Tears were steadily streaming down your face. You looked up at Aaron, and he met your gaze. A moment was shared before understanding washed over Aaron.
“I remember.”
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ilygetou ¡ 1 year ago
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๑ 2023 KINKTOBER | MINORS DNI. ๑
⋆。°✩ details. will be posting a total of (almost) 13 fanfics throughout the weeks of october with one bonus/special piece. I’ll only be writing the main c/w here, once you get to the actual post you’ll get the whole c/w list so make sure to read that as well. Some works would be highly suggestive & won’t be suitable for some. read at your own discretion.
⋆。°✩ notice. please be aware that i might not be able to finish every single piece by time but let’s hope that doesn’t happen. </3 main note is under the cut.
⋆。°✩ taglist. fill this up if you’re tyna’ get tagged whenever i’m about to post a piece from this masterlist. scroll to the end if you only wanna be tagged in specific ones/pieces. must be 18+ to get tagged!
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NOTE: AAA HI GUYS!!! this year’s kinktober is going to be a bit different than last year’s kinktober, last time i did a “one kink + character” this year is going to be fully dark content fics with more than one kink, i’ll try & finish & post all of them right on time since i kinda gave up on last year’s kinktober–i’m hoping i’ll manage to post every single fic for this one–anyways!! i hope you guys like it!! (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)
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DARK CONTENT WARNING. PLEASE, READ THE TAGS UNDER EVERY LINK.
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MET HER ON THE INTERNET. – Eren Jaeger.
c/w: noncon –> dubcon, online stalking, solo m! masturbation, lovesick! eren, possessive! eren, cheating, vaginal fingering, face/throat fucking, facial, brief after-care at the end.
HEROiN CHEERLEADER – Gojo satoru.
synopsis: You were like an addictive drug to satoru, he couldn’t get enough of you. Always coming back for more, that was until you told him that you had enough – that you two should stop messing around. You wanted to focus more on your cheerleading career while gojo satoru was furious with your sudden decision, he knew the whole “focusing on cheerleading” thing is a lie when he saw how swayed you were with the new captain of your cheerleading team. He won’t leave you alone until you willingly come back to him, you got him addicted to your taste so that’s all your fault.
c/w: college au, dubcon, voyeurism, male masturbation, jealous! satoru, degrading (like lots of it), satoru blames you for everything, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, creampie.
PACKRUNNER BiTCH. – Ran Haitian.
synopsis: You were in it for the money. Why would you waste all your young years dating a thirty year old man? Let’s be serious here, you still have so much to do with your life rather than wasting it on an old guy but you need the money. But dating an old man just for money wasn’t that worth it either, that’s why the man you chose to use was a gang member – he’s old but is a part of an incredibly famous gang in your city. You knew he had more than money and that was; drugs. You were in it for the drugs & money! This whole acting in-love thing was fun until you were found out. Do you think Ran Haitian will forgive you for using him? He’s much more arrogant than that.
c/w: age gap (reader is 22 ran is 36), spanking (he uses his hands and a belt), choking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, multiple (when i say multiple I mean many, numerous) creampies.
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UGLY MAN? FUN PLAN! – Toji Fushiguro
synopsis: you found toji fushiguro ugly, he’s not your type and you’d rather die than date a guy like him. On the other hand toji found you gorgeous, it was love at first sight, he fell so hard for you he’s willing to do anything for your love. Toji confessed to you many times and they all ended up with heart breaking rejections. Toji is willing to try one more time and if you reject him again then that’s also alright, he has a nice plan in mind to (forcefully) make you his.
c/w: noncon, babytrapping, forced breeder! toji :<, slapping, sloppy makeout’s, lots of degrading, choking, low-key manipulative! Toji.
WEBGHOST – Rintarō Suna
synopsis: You stumbled across an abandoned hospital and decided to go explore it, alone. You were a huge fan of horror movies & loved the “exploring haunted places” concept, it’s nerve-racking because you never knew what to expect. Once you stepped foot into the old hospital, you felt a chill run past your spin. You hoped that you may run into blood-curdling stuff so you could have something to talk about for the next week or so — but you didn’t expect to run into an actual ghost. And it didn’t seem to want to leave you alone either.
c/w: ghost! suna (don’t ask how cause idk either), mentions of blood, spectrophilia, you feel it but you can’t see suna, hair pulling, creampie.
EViL NiGHT, LOVELY NiGHT! – Jean Kirstein.
synopsis: An infamous burglar lives in your city, he somehow managed to break into 120 homes in total and still didn’t get caught, he was known for stealing valuable objects–if he broke into your house and found nothing worth stealing then he’s going to flee and find another home to rob. He never restores to violence unless the house-victim tries anything against him, he’d immediately pull out his gun and shoot. Everyone was advised to keep their doors locked until they eventually catch the burglar. And tonight was no different, double checking that you had both your doors and windows locked before heading to sleep.
c/w: non con, coercion, somno, slight degrading, gun-fucking, facial, slapping, bondage, creampie per usual.
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GRAVE ROBBERY. – Getō Suguru & Gojo satoru.
synopsis: You couldn’t escape them. From middle school to highschool and all the way to college. They were there. Following you everywhere, wherever you went–those two were always there, they made sure they were always there. You haven’t escaped their bullying and harassment for the past 9 years, gaining both enjoyment & entertainment by your reactions to their heinous acts towards you. Both Gojo satoru and Getō suguru loved you despite their horrible treatment towards you, they loved you.
c/w: bully! suguru bully! satoru, noncon, blackmailing, non con recording, hair pulling, threesomes, ass + pussy slapping, clit stimulation, dacryphilia, blowjob, handjob, facial, creampie.
TU4N Y<3R PH0N3 0F5 – Sanzu Haruchiyo.
synopsis: the feeling of someone watching your every move never left you, feeling as if there were eyes on you all the time. To the point you were uncomfortable to do almost everything. Eating? Sleeping? Changing? You couldn’t do anything without feeling two eyes inspecting your every move.
c/w: stalking, noncon, hints of misogyny, semi-public sex, forced/noncon breeding, slapping, virginity loss, mentions of blood and impregnation.
RUSSIAN ROULETTE. – ft. Yuushi Totsumoto.
from lady k and the sick man.
synopsis: Yuushi took you in cause’ you had nowhere else to go. you’ve been living with him for almost two years now and he barely knows anything about you. Not only that but he almost never heard you speak, he was okay with it at the beginning. Thinking you were just a little shy. But it’s been two years and he never heard your voice properly–there were a few occasions when yuushi could hear you speak but those would be barely audible mutters.
c/w: voice kink (auralism?), pervert! yuushi, peeping, breeding kink, cunnilingus, ear licking, size kink, man handling, squirting, overstimulation, creampie per usual.
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WiTCHBLADES. – CHILDE/TARTAGLIA.
synopsis: (this takes place after the fontaine archon quest), childe who ended up thrown into jail because that god awful machine decided that he was guilty. And you, you ended up being his jail mate. You wanted nothing to do with childe but he’s a literal chatter box, he never shuts up. Finally, you snap back at him, scolding him and telling you guys are literally in a jail cell right now. Childe didn’t like that attitude of yours so he decided to fuck some manners into you.
c/w: noncon, forced breeder! childe, lots of misogyny, ass + pussy slapping, no prep, size kink, dacryphilia.
F0UR L3AF CL0V3R. — Aoi Todo.
synopsis: your boyfriend was either in his room playing games 24/7, at the gym, or sleeping. Never giving you proper attention until you grew desperate so what’s better than teasing him? until he gives you the attention you’re looking for. <3
c/w: read has big tits😓, dubcon just in case, kinda modern au?, gamer! todo, lots of teasing, boobjob, face fucking/blowjob, possessiveness, size kink, manhandling, pervert! todo, panty sniffing, sumata (“A Japanese sexual term in which the female rubs her labia majora against the male's penis, without actual penetration.”), facial, cum swallowing.
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⋆。°✩ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋/𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:
DEVIL ON MY BACK./ REPENT. – Getō Suguru.
synopsis: After watching a movie about the so-called game; Ouija board, with your friend Anna, You couldn’t help but grow more curious about it. After purchasing the game, you ran to your basement to try out; the first thing you tried to communicate with was the infamous devil; Getō suguru.
c/w: religious themes, ouija board, non con → dubcon, slapping, hair pulling, spitting, pussy + ass slapping, anal play, dacryphilia, overstimulation, v light somnophilia, manipulation, multiple creampies, non con creampie, lowkey monster fucking??, suguru has two dicks, face fucking, cum swallowing, guilt tripping kinda, very aggressive suguru, he is mentioned to have red eyes.
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ventismacchiato ¡ 2 years ago
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🎮 behind the lens!
a social media streamer au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader
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synopsis - you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?
genre - enemies/rivals to lovers, streamer and youtuber au, college setting, crack, slight angst
status completed ✔️
warnings time stamps don’t matter, characters including y/n are portrayed as young adults, mentions of alcohol, nsfw
sideships xiao x aether, kazuha x heizou
↳ playlist
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STREAM IS STARTING...
featuring…
↳ stardust and friends | balladeer and friends
ACT ONE: raiding your heart!
01. kicking my feet and giggling
02. beat my ass
03. get out of my notifications
04. id donate for nudes
05. pls be ugly
06. now wait a damn minute
07. throwing up and crying
08. do you get deja vu
09. would you love me if i was bald
10. passenger princess
11. would you bark for me
12. breaking my silence
13. caught in 4k
ACT TWO: you're live!
14. he’s cheating on us?!
15. damage control
16. chat going crazy
17. breaking character
18. #JUNGKOOK
19. drowned cat core
bonus — heizou’s theory
20. twitch con
21. city of love
22. he who must not be named
23. and there’s only one bed
24. how to get akumatized 101
25. a glimpse of us
26. the ship has sunk
27. best of both worlds
28. something in the water
ACT THREE: cut the camera!
29. gatekeeping the sexy
30. show yourself
31. hold on i’m processing
32. sad quotes bot
33. please leave a message after the tone
34. were you silent or silenced
35. they don’t know about us
36. plot twist we’re dating
37. co-op irl! that’s called hanging out
38. stop asking for esex
39. out of character
40. paper rings
bonus — fuck me like i’m famous 🔞
41. truth or drink
42. epilogue; curtain call
ACT FOUR: fuck capitalism!
43. extra headcanons
44. stardust merch
45. balladeer merch
46. scarastar collab merch
STREAM HAS ENDED...
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photopeablr ¡ 1 year ago
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this blog is such a cool idea!! i'm fairly new to gifmaking and still learning how to get the best out of photopea. i was wondering if you knew of a way to get gif overlays to work seeing as there isn't a timeline function? like when one gif blends into another with like an ink effect? i was trying and failing yesterday 😅
hello!! thank you for the question <3 apologies for the wait on this tutorial, but follow the steps under the cut below to learn how to make a gif like this!
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Before you do anything, make sure you know how many frames your gif is going to be. This is vital for this tutorial, as you are going to be blending gifs together and to do so, you need all of them to be the same length.
step one: the transition gif
Once you have found the gif overlay you want to use for your transition (I will be using the first one from this pack), open it in Photopea. Since you should know how many frames your gif is going to be, make sure you delete the unnecessary frames from the gif overlay. For example, my gif is going to be 36 frames, so I will make sure to delete any other frames I don’t want besides 36 frames. You will also probably need to rename the frames that you’re going to be keeping; with the gif overlay I’m using, all of the frames are titled something like “_a_frm0,30”. However, my gifs end with “,50”, so I need to change the names of the 36 frames of this overlay so they all say “_a_frm0,50” for all 36 frames. This is arguably the most tedious bit of the entire process, which is why I do it first before anything else.
Now you will need to save two different versions of this gif. The first version will be for the “first” gif, and the second version will be for the “second” gif that your gif will transition into. As you likely noticed, gif overlays are black and white; for this tutorial, the first version will be the gif as it comes, and the second version will be inverted. Below are what mine look like after having cropping and resizing the gifs to the size I need them to be for my finished product:
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In order to do the inversion, while selecting the folder of your gif overlay on the “Layer” panel on your right, go to Layer… > New Adjustment Layer > Gradient Map…. With the pop up that shows up, check the “Reverse” button to invert your gif overlay. Save this version as well as the other version without the inversion.
step two: creating the transition
after creating both your gif overlay versions as well as the two gifs you’re going to transition between, open up all four of the completed gifs you have created thus far.
Copy over the gif overlays on top of their respective gifs (so, your first gif should have the first version of the gif overlay, and the second gif you want to transition to should have the inverted version of the gif overlay). To copy over the gifs, right click and select Duplicate Into… and select the gif that the overlay will be on. You will want the black of these overlays to show up on both of them, so make sure you set the blending mode on the gif overlay to “Multiply” (you don’t have to change anything about the actual gif that is going to be part of the transition).
Once you have completed this, go to Layer > Animation > Merge in order to combine the gifs with the overlay on them. These are what my gifs look like with the gif overlay transition over them:
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step three: final gif
Create a new canvas by going to File > New and creating one with a black background and sized to the size you’ve cropped your other gifs. Duplicate your merged gifs into this canvas, first gif on the bottom above the Background layer and the second gif above that first gif.
You don’t have to do anything to the first gif, but for the second gif, you will need to change the blending mode to “Screen” for the transition to work properly.
From here, do anything else you would like to do to your finished product (add your watermark, do typography, etc). Once you’ve done what you wanted for your finished product, merge your gifs again using Layer > Animation > Merge and then save your gif.
And you’re done! You have successfully completed your gif overlay transition. :)
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imabeautifulbutterfly ¡ 8 months ago
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Mimi
Y o u ‘ r e a M A C H I N E
Pumping these bangers after bangers!!… You’re gunna need a whole Dewey Decimal system for all these masterpieces!! Your expressiveness and emotions inspire me, it’s contagious.
I’m gunna have to ask for mah Murdertoothpick Danger noodle of a nope rope , Crosshair.
I was absolutely FLOORED at the fics you’ve been spewing out.
So IF you would be ever so kind to indulge me or yourself —I present to you with a “choose your own dealer’s choice”
(Crosshair x F!Medic) or you can insert my OC
(Kave) 🦊 whatever strikes you right.
Any combinations of these:
18. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”
38. “You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever agian. “
20. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without hurting yourself, can I?”
36. “How many fingers am I holding up?…I don’t have six fingers.”
44. “Do as I say not as I do. For real though, You don’t want to do what I do. I don’t want to do what I do.”
2. “I will always be there for you.”
Your choice I give you free range — you can make it hurt so good or bad / or add some whump or fluff / add as much drama as you desire…where ever in the timeline — The floor is yours Queen!❤️❤️❤️
@kavecika What a fantastic request, especially for my 20th request. I loved it. I did end up using your OC, so I hope I did Kave justice.
So I hope you enjoy what I came up with, love oo.
Promise
Warning: Medical injuries (somewhat graphic), burns, medical procedures, angst, hurt, comfort, kiss, fear of medical staff, feelings of being alone, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.
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Crosshair sat in the medbay waiting for Kave to show up, after everything, after having his brothers abandon him for a kid, after having them nearly cook him alive, after them walking away, the one thing he could actually count on was Kave. 
She was the only bright spot left in his life. 
“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” She giggled as she walked in seeing him injured. She knew better than trying to coddle him, or worry about him to an extreme. She’d be able to do that in the privacy of their quarters later on that night. 
He only let out a strained chortle as the pain meds were slowly ebbing away.
“Okay, my beautiful murdertoothpick, I’m gonna have to take this bandages off, and see the extent of the damage, okay?”
He nodded, not able to find the strength to answer her.
“Pain meds wearing off?”
Nod.
“Okay, sweetie… hold on.” Kave reached over and grabbed another pain med, using the hyperspray and injecting it into his arm, “There you, sweetie. You’ll start feeling better soon. Just calming breaths. Okay. Use your sniper breathing for me.”
Nod. He tried his best to calm his breathing imagining he was lining up a target.
“Okay, here we go.” She slowly cut away the gauze, careful not to pull too quickly. Biting back the tears and worries she felt for the pain and injury he sustained. His hair was burned away, his skin bubbled and melted away from the heat. Some of it came off on the gauze she peeled away. She wanted to press a kiss to his lips, to hold him close to take away his pain. However, she needed to remain professional. 
“Alright, I’m going to need you to open your eyes for me, I’m going to pull away the eyepatch and then we’re going to test to see how much damage there is, okay?”
Nod.
She took in a deep breath, and prepared herself for what she’d find under the patch. She let out a sigh of relief that the damage wasn’t too bad. The eye was red, a little inflamed, which was understandable. The pupil was reacting to the light, which was fantastic. His eyes were tearing up as tears slid down his cheek. 
“Okay, How many fingers am I holding up?”
Crosshair took a second, his vision was blurred, and somewhat fogging from the tears forming. He couldn’t stop blinking for a while, “Um … six.”
Kave looked from him to her fingers, “Okay, well first, I don't have six fingers. I’m going to try and wash out your eye again. I know the medics on site already did that, but I’m trying again okay.”
“Yeah.”
After Kave dealt with the injured, she covered and protected it with a cool compress. Once she finished with his eye, she moved on to the more serious injury, she’d need to put bacta on the injury and keep him in the med bay for the next two days. To keep reapplying the treatment. She wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was about to ensue, she dismissed everyone from the room, leaving her and Cross alone. 
“Sweetheart, I’m going to need to keep you here for at least two days.”
“No.”
“Cross…”
“I said NO!”
She let out a sigh, “Baby,” she hated using that term but it was the only one that usually calmed him down enough to listen to her, “you need a sterile environment. This is your health, please, for me.” He was about ready to start arguing again, she held his hand and pressed it against her chest, “Listen to me, please. I’ll set you up in the ICU room, it’ll just be the two of us. No one else. I know you hate the med bay. I know you hate being poked and prodded, but I’ll be the only one taking care of you. I’ll treat you every time, and won’t let anyone else in. I’ll protect you and care for you. So please, for me… listen to me and stay here.”
Cross let out a trembling breath, he hated the med bay, he hated the memories that came from the training he and his brothers underwent when they were children… he hated that his brothers weren’t here anymore to stay with him. He hated that Wrecker wasn’t here to stay by his side when he got scared. He hated that Hunter wasn’t here to fight with him, to make him feel he had a brother. He hated that he couldn’t hear Tech’s hum in understanding as he read some new fact or understood some new principle or formula. He hated that he was alone. 
He squeezed her hand, “You promise?”
“I promise,” she pressed a kiss to his knuckles, “it’ll just be me and you. You know, I will always be there for you."
He nodded, “Okay. I’ll stay here for two days…”
“At least.”
“At least.”
“Thank you, my beautiful murdertoothpick.”
He let out a huff, “You know I hate that nickname.”
“No, you don’t,” she smirked. 
A small smile creeped onto his lips, “No. I don’t.”
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Currently Watching - November
aka The Masterlist
Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊
Regularly updated during the month, latest update 10.11.2024
A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙
gif-requests are open, but you'll need to have some patience🌼
Here you can find all of my gifs.
At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in November with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).
This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!
1. Bad Guy My Boss 🇹🇭 (8/12)
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What the hell is going on here? I feel like there are so many plot holes. Like scenes were just cut out, even though we might need them to understand the plot. So now I am sitting here with questions in my head. Who are these people? Why are these people? Are these people? And still, is Boss beautiful or is it just the lightning? The romance plot is... exhausting. But I am still in a really weird way intrigued.
2. Every You, Every Me 🇹🇭 (6/8)
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I am so in love with this series. It tingles all the right spots of the romantic parts of my brain. And now we finally know that everything we saw so far was just acting. And the actors are in love with each other, but break up with each other because one doesn't care about the other one's feelings. Now I want to know what really happend.
3. Jack & Joker: U steal my heart! 🇹🇭 (9/12)
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And I died. All the slow burn was so worth it! I said it in the tags, and I say it again: I want to marry this kiss! Yes, the plot might be a little lose at some points, but I forgive it really easily. Not just because of this scene, but because I know what is behind this series, what it means for War and Yin and that it makes me feel all those feelings! I like feeling feelings! Don't happen that much in my daily life so I consume everything those fictional characters can give me. And they are giving me sooooo much!
4. Kidnap 🇹🇭 (10/12)
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I like how cute they are together. I really enjoy Ohm's heart-/puppy-eyes. I like that Q comforts Min and is there for him. What I don't like that much is the plot. I did have other expectations and perhaps that is the problem right now. It looks as next week we get some more tension again and I am looking forward to it.
5. Love In The Air: Koi no Yokan 🇯🇵 (1/10)
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I don't know if I continue this one. I don't like the Thai original, perhaps the story is just not for me. But I really like Nagumo Shoma. So for now I will keep watching for him.
6. Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu 🇯🇵 (1/11)
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I am already set. This first episode was so strong and I can't wait for Japan to destroy me entirely. I can feel the upcoming melancholia and heavy topic. And I am all here for it! And this first meeting was... I just enjoy those scenes so much. It reminds me of Eien No Kinou and Skam. And I love those.
7. The Nipple Talk
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Oh man, this is so good. We have a small group of friends, a lesbian who likes changing sex-partners and doesn't believe in relationships, a sex-positive straight woman, who likes to have a relationship, but didn't meet the right person so far and has sex with as much men she wants on the way and our gay man, who believes in love and monogamy and who is now on the search for exactly that after the break up with his long term partner. And please, Jie is right in front of you! Just look at how he looks at you! This series is really surprisingly good, very sex positive and everyone's guru MAMA has not just an interesting story in stock, but is our mirror and the voice in the back to not judge other people's lifestyles, just because it is not to your liking. It is a mature queer series, no bl.
6. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)
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Perhaps November will be the month I finally keep watching this series. Who knows.
Finished in November
Series
Let Free The Curse Of Taekwondo 🇰🇷 (6/8)
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This series broke my heart, healed it only to break it again. I am very happy we got this domestic, happy ending. It has such a hopeful touch in it. Not everything is damned, just because you took a wrong path in the past. There is always hope for you to find love, to change the path, to get to a state of happiness you dreamed of as a kid. Trauma and abuse shape our lifes, but it doesn't have to dictate it. Tough topic that hits hard. A really good series with a great story and good acting. A good 9 out of 10 for me.
Movie
Short Film
Dropped in November
Looking forward to in November
The Nipple Talk - Trailer (Nov 1st)
Bad to bed (Nov 2nd)
Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan - Trailer (Nov 3rd)
Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Nov 5th)
Episode 9. Nineteen, Eighteen / Love for Love's Sake special episode (Nov 9th)
Caged Again - Trailer (Nov 15th)
Your Sky - Trailer (Nov 17th)
The Heart Killers - Trailer (Nov 20th)
Petrichor - Trailer (Nov 27th)
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Desert Rose
Chapter 36 ~ The attack
✧ Paring : Daryl Dixon x Rose
✧ Era : Season 3
✧ Word Count : 6.4k
In this chapter ~ The following day wasn't any easier as the group needed to have a plan for if the Governor returned. It all led to a pretty big argument, everyone having a different opinion about what they should do. But none of their ideas or plans could've prepared them for the sudden attack they were faced with. However, nothing else seemed to prepare them for the familiar faces that had returned just in time.
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The next morning finally rolled around after a long night of restful sleep, Glenn wasting no time gathering everyone together in the common room for some type of meeting. He began to question Carl about where he found Tyreese's group, knowing that if there was a blind spot somewhere, we had to find it. We weren't going to risk anymore walkers getting in that way, but more importantly, The Governor and his men if they planned to come.
I stood up against the wall as I watched Glenn draw out a map on the ground with a piece of chalk, going on and on about the spaces we needed to fill. His voice continued to bounce off the cement walls as he couldn't stress enough about how important this was, but I couldn't help but tune him out after a while. Ever since he had brought up that he eventually spilled where we were located to The Governor, now talking about how easily they could get in, I couldn't help but stew over it for longer than I intended.
A figure stepped up next to me then, bumping their shoulder with mine and I looked up to see Michonne, tilting her head towards me as she silently asked if I was alright. I only nodded my head and turned my attention back on Glenn, but I knew I didn't convince her.
"Why are we even so sure he's going to attack? Maybe you scared him off." Beth spoke up.
Michonne then quickly shook her head, "He had fish tanks full of heads, walkers and humans. Trophies. He coming." she said seriously.
"We should hit him now." Glenn said.
My eyes snapped back to him at the suggestion, "What?" Beth asked.
"He won't be expecting it," he continued, "We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head." he spoke, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. As if it were that easy.
"We're not assassins." Carol said bluntly.
He ignored her comment as he got up from his crouched position, moving closer as he spoke to Michonne, "You know where his apartment is, you and I could end this tonight." he attempted to convince.
But Michonne stayed silent for a while as she looked at him with almost uncertainty, "I'll do it myself." he tried.
She eyed him for only a moment longer, seeing how serious he grew about this, before silently nodding her head.
"No," I spoke up, grabbing his attention, "This plan is too risky, you haven't thought this thro-"
"Believe me I have." he cut me off.
"He didn't know you were coming last time and look what happened. You were almost killed, Daryl was captured, and you and Maggie were almost executed." Hershel said.
He turned back to face the old man, "You can't stop me."
"But I can." I piped up.
His head then whipped back towards me, and he got closer to my face, "No you can't."
"Is that a challenge?" I asked with anger lacing my voice.
The room instantly grew silent as my voice echoed around the space, everyone watched intently what we would do next. I would never hurt Glenn, but if he tried to leave and do this, I wouldn't hesitate to tackle his ass.
He didn't say anything as he swallowed thickly, so I did, "I'm not going to let you get yourself killed over a stupid plan you barely put any thought into. We wait, and come up with a better one."
"He could be gathering his men to come over here and attack right now!" he yelled in my face.
"Well then he wouldn't be in Woodbury waiting for you to kill him now would he?!" I yelled back, "And there goes your big plan."
I was a bit taken aback that he was here screaming in my face, not liking what this whole situation was doing to him. But I wasn't going to back down, I wasn't about to let him be as reckless as he wanted to be and get himself killed somehow trying to do this just because he was angry.
I could easily tell by his face that he wasn't expecting me to yell back, to stand up to him and get in his way, but I would do a whole lot more than that if he kept it up.
It was almost like a face off as we stared at each other for the long passing seconds, before Hershel's voice cut through the intense silence, "Rick would never allow this."
Glenn then turned towards Hershel and took a few steps away from me, "You really think he's in any position to make that choice?"
"Like Rose said, you need to think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here, Lori too. The men that were here. It isn't worth any more killing. What are we waiting for? If he's really on his way, we should be out of here by now."
"And go where?" Glenn asked.
"We lived out on the road all winter." Hershel pointed out.
Glenn sighed, "Back when you had two legs, and we didn't have a baby crying for walkers every four hours."
"We can't stay." he said calmly.
"We can't run." Glenn countered back.
I stayed silent as I watched him continue to argue with Hershel, his arms flailing all over the place just to prove his point, I almost couldn't believe how he was acting. He had every right to be upset for what happened to him and Maggie back there, for everything that asshole did to them, but he had no right to take it out on us.
He eventually concluded that we would stay put and fight for the prison and moved down to continue to tell Carl the plan about checking the tunnels again, but then he stopped in his tracks.
"Who's on watch?" he snapped.
No one said anything, causing him to get up quickly as he cursed under his breath, but I stopped him before he could fully walk out the door.
"No, don't worry princess, I got it." I assured while pushing his chest back a little.
Without another word, I left the common room and let the heavy door slam right behind me. I was so pissed off at his bitchy attitude, he was being so stupid it almost blew my mind. I understood that he wanted revenge, but this isn't how we do it. We had to be careful not to lose anyone else, and the fact that he was going around acting like he didn't care who we lost, made my blood boil.
Feeling relieved as I was finally up in the watchtower with a sniper in my hand, I needed some air, and a break from his stupid tantrums.
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About two hours had passed in what felt like a flash as I sat myself near the bars of the tower, keeping an eye on the trees surrounding the place for any type of threat. Though there were many walkers that seemed to pile up a little around the gated fences, it was nothing new. Just the same old shit that we had been fighting since the beginning, no sign of The Governor or his people, not even a sign of anyone alive for that matter.
Though when Michonne made a comment about how he would come, I believed her. She knew how this man thought better than the rest of us did, expecting him to return with rage and destruction. But I never imagined we would get here. In a place where we were suddenly at some kind of war with a man and his community, one that we barely even knew. It was a lot to take in.
The door below began to creak open slowly from behind me and I rolled my eyes as I adjusted the gun in my lap, "Go away." I said in a sing-song tone.
"It's me." Maggie's voice called out, and I turned around to see her standing there with a solemn look on her face, "You want me to leave you alone?"
I pretended to think for a second before shaking my head, "Nah, you're the only exception."
She slightly smiled, "Thanks babe."
I nodded and gestured for her to come over and take a seat next to me, and she moved upon see in my silent invitation. We both sat down while the gun I had now rested in my lap, continuing to gaze out at the tree line just a couple yards away.
She stayed quiet from beside me but I knew she had a lot on her mind, she just didn't know where to start. I could feel her eyes on me as she tried to find her voice, opening and shutting her mouth a few times in hesitance. I didn't want to push her, but maybe if I lightened the mood it would get her talking.
"So, did you come up here to talk, or just stare at my pretty face?" I asked, glancing over at her with a smirk.
She let out a chuckle and looked down at her hands, "Both." she replied reluctantly, getting me to laugh along with her.
"What's on your mind?" I asked as I turned better to face her.
She hesitated for a moment before making eye contact with me, "Nothing, I just... kinda snapped at Glenn." she admitted, sounding a little ashamed.
I scoffed, "Well, apparently I was one step ahead of you on that one today."
She laughed with a shake of her head, "Yeah, I guess so...but I'm kind of glad you did. In my opinion I think he was way out of line, with you and my dad." she said.
I nodded my head, "He was. The Governor shoved a stick so far up his ass and now he's taking it out on all of us."
She silently agreed, beginning to nervously pick at her nails as she spoke the next dreaded words, "He's just mad about what Merle did to him. And...what The Governor did to me." she admitted quietly.
My eyes widened, but she answered the question before it even came out of my mouth, "No he didn't. He just...made me take off my shirt and bra, and...pushed himself up against me. He didn't do anything really, it was nothing...just scared me real bad."
I shook my head, "That's not just nothing Mags." I argued.
"It could've been worse." she said quietly.
"...It could've," I agreed, "But that doesn't mean you should brush this off like it was nothing...that must've been so traumatizing...I'm so sorry."
"Thanks." she nodded in appreciation, her voice coming out practically a whisper, "I'm just having a hard time processing it I think, and Glenn keeps avoiding me because of all of it...well until just a few minutes ago."
"What happened?"
"He...he came into our cell to check on me, but I didn't feel like saying a whole lot to him. But he almost pushed me to tell him what really happened while we were separated, what happened with The Governor. I didn't want to relive it and go into detail, but he kept asking...so I told him. And then I yelled at him...I think I'm just pissed he pushed me to tell him more about it. But...that's probably a stupid reason to snap at him huh?"
I shook my head, "No it's not, you weren't ready. He should've waited until you were comfortable enough to tell him about it yourself."
She nodded her head in agreement and looked down, "You want me to beat him up for you?" I asked.
I heard her laugh a little but she shook her head, "No, that's okay, I just needed some time to cool off. I'll talk to him later."
I nodded, showing her I understood completely before moving forward to pull her into a hug, which she gladly returned. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. And don't you think for one minute that we won't make him pay for what he did."
"I know we will." she whispered, still holding onto me tightly.
We stayed in each other's arms for a little while, the gesture and comfort being something she really needed before we finally broke apart, silence taking over once again. This time however, the silence wasn't tense as it seemed to be before. It felt peaceful just sitting with each other instead of both of us being by ourselves with our racing thoughts. I enjoyed the company even though I originally wanted to be alone, she somehow truly was an exception.
But I could then feel her eyes on me again after a few moments of her thinking, and I just knew the things she wanted to say. It was almost as if I read her mind, just by briefly seeing the one saddened look on her features.
"You don't even have to say it." I muttered.
Her frown stretched even further, "But I want to...we haven't talked about it."
"There's a reason we haven't." I brushed off, "It's over. It's done."
She sighed to herself, looking at me with furrowed brows and saddened eyes, "I'm sorry about Daryl." she said softly, so softly I almost didn't hear it. Though a part of me wished I hadn't.
"Maggie-"
"No," she cut me off, "You're hurting, I can see that. I just didn't want you to think that you couldn't talk to me about it. I'm always here to listen."
I shook my head, "I don't need to talk about it because there's nothing to talk about. He left. And I...didn't follow him."
"Do you regret not going with him?" she asked.
"No." I said instantly, "...Yeah? I- I don't know." I muttered in defeat.
"Hey," she whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder to get me to actually look at her, "I don't want you to think you have to put up this front like you're okay, because I can tell you're not. Just...let it out."
I shook my head, "I have, trust me. I just do it alone, I don't want anyone else seeing me like that." I said with a sarcastic laugh, before pausing upon seeing how serious her face had become. Maybe I had been putting up a front, more than I even originally realized.
And then it happened, he entered my mind again like he always seemed to do. "I miss him." I admitted quietly.
She sighed in sympathy before bringing me in for another hug, as I tried desperately not to break down in front of her. "I know you do," she whispered, "But it'll be okay, everything will work itself out." she promised, rubbing my back lightly.
Tears built up in my eyes, ones that she couldn't see. I couldn't bring myself to speak in fear that my voice would crack at the first word that left my lips, so I only nodded. Not fully knowing if I could believe that, but yet wanting to more than anything.
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My feet trucked heavily through the woods as fast as I could, ignoring Merle's quick steps from behind me as he yelled, trying to keep up to really rip into me. His reason for being this pissed was stupid, getting all fired up at me for stopping him after he wanted to rob an innocent family we came across. They were fighting off a small herd of walkers when we found them, leading to us making a beeline over towards their direction to help take care of the rest. Merle's actions honestly surprised me...until they didn't.
As some type of "payment" for saving them he wanted to pick through the supplies out of their car, shouting at them and threatening them however he pleased. But I had already had enough of his dumbass, aiming my crossbow at his head to finally get him to stop harassing these people we didn't even know.
I told the family to just drive, get away fast while I had stopped him for the time being and right when I saw they were far enough away, I turned around swiftly to avoid the confrontation, heading back towards the forest. I should've expected this from him, his old tendances resurfacing, but I guess it was something I didn't think about when it came to taking off with him again. But everything he did, everything he said, was starting to piss me off more than I could even describe.
Ever since the first night when he brought up Rose the way he did, trying to convince me of things that weren't true, I was even done with him then.
"The shit you doing, pointing that thing at me?!" he asked harshly while still following close behind.
"They were scared man." I said, not slowing down or stopping.
He scoffed, "They're rude is what they were. Rude and they owed us a token of gratitude."
"They didn't owe us nothin." I grumbled, thinking back to how they were struggling to protect themselves on their own, all while also trying to keep the baby they had safe. Helping them was the least I could've done in my mind.
"I see you, helpin people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doin it. Is that something your little girlfriend taught ya?"
I stopped in my tracks once he said that, whipping back around to look him in the eye, "There was a baby." I snapped.
"Oh, otherwise you would have just left them for the biters then?" he questioned, and I knew exactly what he was implying.
I shook my head, "Man, I went back for you. Ya weren't there. I didn't cut off your hand either, you did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. Ya asked for it." I said.
To my surprise, his face formed into a smile as he started to chuckle a little to himself. "You know what's funny to me? You and sheriff Rick are like this now." he crossed his pointer and middle finger together, "Right? I bet ya a penny and a fiddle of gold that you never told him that we were planning on robbing that camp blind."
I paused for a moment as I thought back to our plan we discussed a long time ago, long when we first found the group to begin with. "It didn't happen."
"Yeah, it didn't cause I wasn't there to help you." he spat.
I took a step closer to him, "What like when we were kids? Huh? Who left who then?"
"What? Is that why I lost my hand?!"
"Ya lost yer hand because yer a simple-minded piece of shit!" I snapped.
Upon hearing that, he began to yell things that I couldn't bring myself to listen to anymore as I turned away from him, my eyes widening once I felt him grab the back of my shirt to pull me back, hearing it rip. My knees buckled and hit the ground at the amount of force he used, feeling his eyes burning at the spots on my back that I didn't want him to see.
I felt like I was melting under his gaze, practically feeling his eyes widening as he eyed every single one lining my skin. The feeling that came with his realization felt awful. Fearful even. But when I showed Rose, ashamed and scared, she kissed over them with such love I had never felt before, making my fear instantly disappear. Hell, I felt like I fell even deeper in love with her in that moment alone.
But here I was now, fully exposed to my brother who now suddenly was at a loss for words when normally he didn't know how to shut the fuck up. I quickly tried to pull my shirt back up to cover them out of embarrassment, but I felt it was too torn. So I quickly took my backpack instead, shrugging it on my shoulders to hide them once more.
"I-I didn't know he-"
"Yeah he did." I interrupted him, "He did the same to you, that's why you left first." I muttered almost bitterly.
I meant for my tone to come out loud and intimidating, but when I spoke all I could hear was insecurity in my voice.
"I had to man, I would've killed him otherwise." he told me.
I only scoffed towards him, not even looking him in the eye as I stood back up to my full height, walking away from him through the woods, "Where you goin?" he called after me.
"Back where I belong." I snapped.
"What? Back to your little girlfriend? Besides I can't go with ya. I tried to kill that black bitch, damn near killed that Chinese kid."
My blood boiled at his racism, "He's Korean." I corrected.
"Whatever! Doesn't matter man I just can't go with you." he replied.
I took a breath, "Ya know, I might be the one walkin away, but yer the one who's leaving...again." I spoke, walking away from him for good.
I should've known from the beginning not to go with him and leave everyone else behind. Leave Rose behind. But that was a stupid mistake, and all I could think about now was finally getting back to her. I wanted to tell her how much I missed her and how she never once left my mind, how I was constantly trying to find a way to come back to her.
And now I was.
My feet couldn't take me nearly as fast as I wanted to go, harshly pushing through the branches in my way as if that would somehow get me there quicker. To finally get back home.
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Maggie left a little while ago to go back to her cell to have some time by herself, while I stayed on watch for a little while longer. No one else had offered to take over for me whilst I had been up here for hours, but I honestly didn't mind. In a way it gave me some peace of mind that no one remained out in the distance watching us. Seeing for myself that there truly wasn't a threat, even though I continued to double and triple check.
But my attention was pulled away from the tree line once I saw a brief glimpse of Glenn getting into another argument with Hershel just outside. I caught myself almost stepping down to yell at him for flipping out on the poor old man again, but he was already making his way to a truck before I could say a thing.
My eyes slightly widened, "Glenn Rhee, don't you dare get in that truck!" I yelled down to him.
Everything was screaming at me, telling me that I knew exactly what he was doing. He was going back, and he was going back alone.
But like a child, he just made dead eye contact with me, slightly glaring, while slowly getting into the driver's seat anyway.
"Glenn!" I yelled again but he quickly started it up and drove off, stepping further on the gas and out of the gates before anyone had a chance to stop him. I cursed under my breath as I watched the vehicle disappear further into the distance, leaving only a smoke cloud behind.
The man was being so goddamn stubborn, and he was going to get himself killed. Tossing the gun I had on the ground, I turned to make my way down from the watch tower to talk to Hershel about what was said between the two of them, but something else in the distance caught my eye.
There was a person lingering towards the woods, wandering around the outside of the prison gates. In a split second, I had picked the weapon back up, looking through the scope to spot the figure clearly, but stopping completely when I saw it was Rick. He was looking left and right repeatedly as if he was looking for someone, and I lowered the weapon with furrowed brows.
I didn't hesitate then to get down from the watchtower, exiting through the gate before jogging across the field to talk to him. I was growing more worried about him with each passing day, watching him slowly lose his mind as his eyes spotted things that weren't actually there. His movements only reminding me of what happened the other day in the common room, staring up at the balcony before breaking out in a cold sweat as if something was watching him.
By the time I made it up to the fence, he had walked a little further into the woods as he continued searching, making me have to call his name multiple times so he would acknowledge my presence. After a few seconds, he finally heard my voice, turning back slowly to walk over up to the other side of the fence.
Once he was close enough, I spoke, "You know I wouldn't have ran my ass all the way down here if it wasn't important." I tried to joke, still slightly out of breath.
A soft smile crossed his lips, "When are you coming back? I love Glenn but that man is really starting to get on my nerves. We need you." I said.
"If you're worried about him leading this group, then you lead." he said seriously.
"Hilarious." I deadpanned, briefly looking around behind him, "What are you doing down here?"
He paused and looked away from me as he stuttered, "I've- I've been, I've got, stuff out here. Stuff..." he trailed off suddenly.
"Stuff." I repeated with a slow nod of my head, "Well...how much longer does this stuff need?" I asked, my concern for him only growing.
He shrugged, "I don't know."
"Rick, you know you can talk to me. Why are you out here?" I asked softly.
He stared at me for a few moments, wanting desperately to tell me what was on his mind but something was holding him back. Maybe it would sound crazy, maybe he felt that no one would believe him, but the truth was I would. I just wanted to know what the hell was going on with him, so I could know how to help him.
"I saw something..." he finally said, "Lori. I saw- I'm seeing Lori...I know it's not really her, but there's got to be a reason. It's got to mean something you know?"
I nodded my head as I saw him finally confiding in me, "Do...do you see her now?" I asked cautiously.
He looked around for a moment before shaking his head, "I don't think you're just seeing her...I think you're looking for her." I stated.
"I'm waiting." he corrected.
"For what?"
"I don't know, something. There's an answer. I know it doesn't make sense- well it does, it can make sense, I think in time it will make sense-"
"Rick," I sighed to stop his rambling, "When was the last time you slept?"
He shook his head, "I...I don't know." he admitted quietly.
"You need rest." I told him gently.
He didn't reply, just looked down at his feet as his mind clouded with more thoughts, "Do you remember last night when you told me not to blame myself...for what happened to her?" I asked.
He slowly looked up at me and nodded his head, "The same goes for you." I spoke, "Don't blame yourself...it'll destroy you. Especially when it wasn't your fault." I repeated back to him.
He opened his mouth to say something else, but then looked over my shoulder as if he caught a glimpse of movement. At first I was fearful to turn around, not knowing if there was going to be an actual person behind me or not, but I slowly managed to turn over my shoulder to only see Hershel hopping his way down carefully towards us. Thank God.
When he caught up with us, he placed a hand on my shoulder, "Mind if I talk to Rick for a moment, dear?" he asked me and I nodded, glancing back to Rick once more before heading back up towards the prison to give them a second alone.
As I was walking across the long field, I spotted Michonne standing by the abandoned bus in the grass, giving me a small wave once our eyes locked. Raising my hand up to wave back, I slowly made my way over to her instead.
But right as I was finally close enough to speak, opening my mouth to say something, I didn't even get a chance as she quickly reached out and pulled me back with a thud against the bus. Her hand was placed firmly on my shoulder as she kept me behind the hunk of junk, peering around the vehicle with widened eyes.
My brows furrowed as I tried to ask what she saw, but not a second later, I heard a single gunshot fire come from the trees. Then a loud, shocked scream came from just inside the prison gates, whipping my head over to see it was Carol as a body collapsed on top of her. It was Axel, a bullet piercing through his head and his blood splattering over the side of the watchtower.
My eyes got wide as I scanned the area for where the shot came from, spotting a single car in the distance with a few people surrounding it. It didn't take a genius to know who it was, and I quickly became furious. That son of a bitch really came back here.
After I spotted him standing still, far enough away from our gates, I quickly loaded the gun in my hands. That's when more gunfire started coming from all around us, and I peeked out from around Michonne just in time to see Hershel dive to the ground to avoid the flying bullets. I pushed past her lightly and began shooting at the men standing behind their vehicles in the tree line, firing at the ones who were the closest to him.
My gaze then spotted a stranger standing near one of the watch towers, shooting at Carl and Beth as they were trying to take cover. I quickly moved my aim, firing right at the man and instantly watching him go down with a single headshot. Not even hesitating as I whipped back to my original spot and kept firing just as before, in hopes it would buy the older man some time.
But then it very quickly grew silent, everyone stopping their actions suddenly. But once I listened more carefully, I could briefly hear the engine of a car coming our way. I hoped to God it was Glenn, but my face dropped even more when I saw it was some type of white van coming straight at our gates and quickly barreled through them without a second thought. It rushed past the bus Michonne and I were still hiding behind, feeling her hand quickly pull me out of the way so I wouldn't get hit.
It came to a stop in the middle of the field, leaving us all waiting in anticipation for something else to happen. Then all of a sudden, a man popped out of the driver's seat and headed towards the back, ducking and avoiding all the shots our people were trying to fire at him. He opened the back doors quickly, letting walkers spill out of the van and onto our land.
I immediately panicked once I saw how close they were to Hershel, attempting to run over and get to him but Michonne pulled me back again, seconds before someone began firing right at the spot we were hiding behind.
"Hershel get out of there!" I yelled.
I saw him pull out a small gun and start firing at the walkers, while trying to crawl away as best as he could, not being able to get back up without help. The Governor's people all started to make their way back to their vehicles to make a run for it, leaving our group to spread out further to kill all the many walkers they had just released. Fucking cowards.
I saw the van start back up, beginning to turn around and beeline it out of the field right as Glenn's truck pulled back up through the broken gates. Oh, I wanted to kill him right now.
He made his way over to Hershel the second he caught sight of him, and I began to run alongside of the truck so we could help get him in and get him the fuck out of here. Michonne was killing off walkers around us as we ran, and I finally made it to Hershel who was still laying on the ground, putting one of his arms around my shoulders, helping him up and back towards the truck.
Glenn then hopped out of the vehicle only seconds later, rushing over to the two of us to help him move faster on the other side of him. Hershel jumped as fast as he could as we guided him over to the passenger side, glancing behind us to see Michonne still stalling the walkers away from us.
Once he was in safely, I slammed the door shut and watched Glenn get back into the driver's seat, starting it back up again. Michonne turned back to jump in the back, kicking her legs over to make it in safely and reached a hand out for me to take. I ducked out of the way of the walker's grasp, trying to make it over towards where she was reaching, but I was quickly cut off as more of them caught sight of me in the middle.
I pulled out my gun again to try and shoot at them, but it clicked. Fuck.
"Rose!" Glenn yelled from the driver's side, knowing he couldn't wait much longer with the amount coming at him.
"Just go! Get them out of here!" I screamed.
He hesitated for a moment before groaning to himself, driving back up towards the prison where everyone else was watching. I got my knives out and began to throw them at any corpses coming my way, backing up slowly so they couldn't corner me. Many of them had now caught sight of me alone, and I looked over to see if Rick was still outside the gate, but I couldn't spot him anywhere from where I was placed.
But the second I caught an opening through the small herd of walkers, I booked it through the space in attempts to make it back up to the prison on foot. My curly hair bounced wildly as I pushed myself to run as fast as I could, the wind momentarily blowing it towards my face to a point where I couldn't see anymore. I moved my hands to get it out of my face the second it was in my vision, but it was already too late as I missed the walker coming at me from my right.
It collided with me and I fell to the ground harshly. I was so close to the gates that I could hear everyone calling my name desperately, hearing them try to make it over to me. I groaned and struggled with the walker on top of my chest, catching it trying to claw at my shoulders. But then it fell limp against me just as quickly as it tackled me.
My eyes looked up to see a bolt sticking out of the side of its head, piercing through the entirety of its skull. My breath caught in my throat at the thought, but he left. He couldn't have come back, right?
As soon as those thoughts echoed in my mind I looked up and my eyes widened. There he was. Side by side with Merle and Rick as they fought off the many walkers that got too close, firing repeatedly at their skulls. I finally shoved the walker off of me and stood up immediately, nodding back towards the gates without a second thought so we could actually make it out of this thing alive.
"Come on!" I yelled at them, and the three quickly followed me the little distance we had left to go, Maggie rushing to open the broken gate before slamming it shut behind us.
The moment I knew we were safe, my eyes connected with Daryl's from the space between us. I didn't hesitate before I was running towards him quickly, watching as he stayed firmly in place, opening his arms up for me to crash into. I practically tackled him in a hug with a gasp and my legs immediately wrapped around his waist, feeling him hold me up in place while burying his face into my neck. I felt myself begin to tear up at the familiar feeling I had craved so badly, his grip on me never loosening.
We held onto each other for what felt like forever before he leaned forward a little and set me back down to my feet, his arms still glued around my waist. I pulled back to get a look at his features, seeing his perfect blue eyes again and I sighed to myself as I placed my hands on either side of his face, bringing my lips up to his cheek to kiss him multiple times.
He chuckled as he brought me into his chest once more, hugging me tightly again as if he never wanted to let go. I couldn't even begin to explain the emotions I was feeling right now, but all I cared about in that moment was that he was here. He came back. I couldn't bring myself to care about anything else at the shock was still so evident that he was truly here standing right in front of me.
As we finally pulled apart, he quickly placed a kiss on my forehead before looking back down at me. "You're here." I whispered.
"M' here." he repeated, "I ain't goin anywhere else, m' here." he said softly while taking his hands and wiping away the tears that somehow managed to escape my eyes.
I laughed, unable to contain my happiness as I pulled him in for another hug, our intertwined bodies rocking from side to side. I took everything in as I held him close, glancing over his shoulder momentarily to see Merle standing off to the side with an odd expression on his face. Though I couldn't tell what that expression was for, nor could I tell what was going on in his mind. But I didn't linger on it for very long as Daryl pulled away slightly again.
"I'll explain everythin later. But right now..." he trailed off as he glanced back to Rick.
I turned to look over my shoulder, following his gaze to see Rick standing there with his eyes on the field, looking about ready to burst into flames with how angry he had become. But the man didn't utter a word. Not a single word as he just nodded back towards the prison, expecting us all to follow behind him.
This should be fun.
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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.36
Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader
Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga
Warnings: None
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The midday sun is beating down on us so hard that we have long since thrown away our shirts. Although I don't sweat as much as the others when swinging weapons, I'm not used to the sun like they are. The heat makes my movements sluggish, but the other three are less fortunate. Riven and the blonde Sky are breathing so heavily that it's a wonder they're still standing, while the brown-haired Brandon merely sparkles like finely cut crystal. Maybe it's cruel to force them to use real weapons instead of their much lighter Phantoblades, but who cares?
I even ignored all my classes that day to put them back in their place. Even though I'm not as good as the last time I fought them, and my skills have diminished despite being reconnected with my aura core, I still beat them effortlessly.
"I didn't know the Prince of Eraklyon was trained so weakly." I try to taunt Brandon, who doesn't react as he should since it should undermine his entire training, but I see the real Sky fuming out of the corner of my eye. "Attack me again. We've been through this a dozen times, and you still can't get through me!"
His face is full of frustration, but without hesitation, he delivers a light blow in my direction. As I'm about to dodge it, I realize it is just a fluke, only to move his greatsword backward in one fluid motion, visibly flexing his biceps. If he wasn't such a cheeky, innocent-looking jerk, I would fall in love with him because of his beauty, highlighted by the sun breaking through the treetops. But how could I, after what he had done to me the night before?
When he finishes his turn, he strikes again but stops right in front of my head, then thrusts his sword forward as if he were using a spear. I can barely manage to fall back in time. Until then, he does exactly what I taught him, which makes me grin like a proud mentor. But he doesn't seem happy at all because his face hardens, and he uses the energy of the downswing to bring his sword back up until it reaches his shoulder.
Suddenly, his eyes sparkle. Somehow, for once, I take him seriously. His whole face hardens even further just before he swings his sword again, putting all his energy into the blade. It comes at me at a breakneck speed that would have made anyone cringe, but I only stand there and stare into his eyes. And then, finally, a weak point came: his left knee buckled, hampered by the enormous pressure of this attack.
At the last moment, I duck under his swing. He obviously wasn't expecting it, but I don't attack back, as Brandon has already reached his limit. Only a second later, the ground trembles as he pierces it with his sword, his head swaying. The exhaustion and the heat have clearly taken their toll on him.
“Why are you training us like this?” Brandon finally asks, breathing heavily as his body shakes like a tree in a storm.
The question alone makes me scoff at him, but I quickly realize he is serious. Anger flares up inside me again. Is this guy serious? I feel an angry fire in my soul as I step toward him. He tries to raise his sword again in clear, utter fright, but with a wave of my hand, it flies far away, and he falls to the ground with a loud thud.
"Are you serious?" I grumble heatedly. He raises his eyes slightly, but I see only shy curiosity in his expression. "Were you really that fucking drunk last night?" As I get louder, the ground beneath us begins to shake violently.
With every word I say, it gets worse, almost as if the world itself is trying to intimidate the specialist. It all ends when Brandon dares to lunge forward, his face twisted in exhaustion, confusion, and anger. I can feel my veins boiling just at the thought that he would try to attack me again. I raise my hand and imagine a fist in my head. "Stone transformation!" I scream. A heavy lump of stone appears in the sky. “Stone hand!”
A large, heavy stone hand appears over us. Staring deep into Brandon's hazel eyes, I start smirking. I see the realization dawning on him; he swallows so hard that I can hear it several meters away. His larynx twitches nervously, and fear is clearly visible in his distorted features. But it has already been too late. I don’t need to move, yet the hand slams down, capturing him underneath it. A scream leaves his tensed throat. His arms emerge from under the stone hand, which mainly serves to hold him so that he cannot hurt me or himself.
"Maybe you should ask your best friend over there; you two protect each other from everything anyway." He stares crestfallen past me. I even believe in seeing uncertainty in his otherwise confident eyes. Maybe he is even wondering if I've found out about them, but he says nothing. I roll my eyes, grab Brandon with the stone hand, and move him into the air. I carry him behind me, floating in the air, and walk over to the other two, still in no better state. "I've finally decided," I announce, leading to more confusion. "I want Riven as my assistant."
I tilt my head down, smiling sheepishly as I approach Riven. He's sitting on the floor, knees angled and arms wrapped around them. His gaze is directed far into the air, as if his thoughts were entirely elsewhere. He doesn't even seem to notice when I stand over him, blocking out the sun. I clear my throat, but he's still staring somewhere else as if there could be anything more interesting than me, which is obviously impossible.
But Riven's eyes are so dull that, for a moment, I even fear he's no longer alive. I summon a rock in my hand, break it apart, and soften it until it's nothing more than a ball of soft dust, almost like a snowball. Carefully, I let the ball float behind me until it's multiple trees away, only for me to move one of my fingers. Out of nowhere, the ball races past me. Not even a blink of an eye later, with a satisfying crunch like a snowball, it hits the seated and unsuspecting Riven on the head. With a manly, high-pitched scream, he falls to the side, hiding his head behind his arms while simultaneously rubbing the spot where my mass weapon of fun hit him. 
When I see his extreme reaction, I have to do my best not to scream with laughter.
A few moments after the first hit of my dust ball, he slowly emerges from his hiding place. "What the fuck was that?"
"Language!" I warn him teasingly. When our eyes meet, I glare at him, like he did in the dungeon. He looks at me in surprise, but before he can say anything or, even worse, argue about it, I grab him by the collar and lift him off the ground. "You belong to me now!"
I see him blushing profusely. But why? I don't think all three of them were like me. But why are they acting so strange? Is there something in the water? All I can do is shake my head, hoping to get rid of this ridiculous thought. I can hardly believe my stupidity. If there had been something in the water, Saladin would at least have known about it, right?
Instead of thinking about it any further, I put Riven back on his feet, even though they are quite weak. I slam my hands against his shoulders in an attempt to snap him out of his daze, but it doesn't work. Instead, he looks at me with a look that I can't, or rather don't want to interpret. Somehow, this not only makes me even more uncomfortable, but it also warms me inside, like a magic spell.
This all seems so suspicious to me, yet here I am, pondering whether I should test it or not. The problem is, if my guess is true, I'd be in danger—not a life-ending danger, but a danger nonetheless. My whole body shudders just thinking about doing something like that to Riven. It was enough that Brandon caught me when I was unprepared.
My hands are still on Riven's collar to keep him at a distance. I stare past him thoughtfully, but I notice something odd when I refocus my gaze. Though seemingly innocent, his smile has a malicious undertone; one corner of his lips is higher than the other. What really confuses me, however, is the emotion in his violet eyes. But it all disappears when I focus on them, quickly replaced by a scowl.
"You like my eyes?" Riven asks boastfully. "So you have feelings for me? I know girls can't keep their hands off me, but-"
Without hesitation, I lift Riven back into the air by his collar and throw him away. His eyes widen as he flies. He crashes to the hard ground with a clatter and a thunderous bang. He appears to have several metal objects on his body, more than just the one hidden dagger my instincts warned me about.
"I want to change my mind!" I scream as I turn to the other two idiots, one of whom is still trapped in the stone hand I summoned earlier.
Sky and Brandon look over at me. Brandon looks up at me with his teeth clenched in anger. They don't even have to answer me for me to know that it will be a clear 'no.' So I turn away, but as I do so, with a single thought, I destroy the stone hand. I hear Brandon exhale in relief, which also alleviates me, but somehow, it hurts, as if I've put someone who cares about me in danger. 
All I can do is massage the bridge of my nose and try to accept my self-inflicted fate. I just suffer in silence under my incredibly unfortunate grab. I should have chosen the real prince because the one portraying him is nothing but an airhead.
"Are you thinking about how lucky you are to have me by your side now?" a warm, hoarse voice whispers in my ear. It sends another shiver down my spine and causes a strange feeling in my stomach.
“Wha-What do you-“
"Pssst," Riven whispers, wrapping one of his strong arms around me and placing his large hand on my stomach. I'm getting nervous, my stomach rumbling, and my heart racing. "You can use me however you want, as promised."
Riven, seemingly without any shame, puts his head on my shoulders, his lips so close to my cheek that I almost feel like running away or ramming my elbow into his stomach. But neither my legs nor my arms want to listen to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see his grin and an arrogant glint in his shimmering eyes, like a gigolo, chuckling because he thinks he has hit the jackpot.
It makes me angry, and I'm honestly disgusted, but there's nothing I can do in this state of my body. I've missed the warmth of another person and the feeling of being protected as if nothing could hurt me. Riven is stronger than he looks. He had been holding back during all our training sessions, and I only won quickly in our first official battle because I surprised him.
But when I think about it, he could probably be useful to me, but all this flirting is too much for me, as it is so out of character for him that it almost hurts. Or perhaps he just behaved differently before. But why is he changing now?
But suddenly, his head and arm disappeared, and his lean, muscular body pressed against my back. Confused, even shocked, I almost fell over because of my weak knees. It takes me a few moments to get my bearings again. But when I do, I turn around only to feel my cheeks burning.
Right before me, Riven is kneeling with his head bowed, muttering about being my submissive servant. He raised his head slightly as he said this, and I caught another wicked gaze in his eyes.
Even though it's obvious he's trying to tease me, I still feel this strange warmth in my chest. Suddenly, something snaps in my head and fills my thoughts with an endless desire for revenge, so much so that I can't suppress a malicious grin. "Okay," I mutter back, gaining Riven's attention. He stands up with a bright smile, showing his pearly white teeth, but I hold up my hand, stopping him in his tracks. "I didn't tell you to get up, did I?"
He stares at me in shock, seemingly searching my eyes for some sort of reassurance that I'm serious. Even though my words should be enough to make him realize that I am serious, I glare at him to ensure he knows that I am absolutely serious. He swallows, nods, and gets back down on one knee.
I put my hand on his head and ruffle his hair slightly. "Let's see how long it takes to break you." I maintain eye contact with him while a mischievous smile creeps onto my lips. It seems to make Riven uncomfortable, perhaps even panicked. What a pleasure to see him like this.
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"-Oh, come on. What, are you kidding me? You said it yourself, the parents don't exactly love you. They would be psyched to come and dunk your ass.
-I don't know how to swim.
-And now it's dangerous? Even better."
Lisa Ann Walter as Melissa Schemmenti in Abbott Elementary | 02×19: Festival
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braveclementine ¡ 5 months ago
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Chapter 36
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Warnings: 18+readersonly, Hammer sex, pet names, royalty kink
Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.
There will be some really kinky shit somewhere after the like beginning. Don't worry- there'll be an emoji if you would like to skip it. Once the emoji starts, that's the rest of the chapter. I mean like REALLY kinky. For. . . friends of people in the comments.
I can't believe I'm writing this.
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Okay here goes:
It had been about three weeks since you had gotten back from the hospital. The babies fit right in. Everyone loved them and they got an equal amount of affection from everyone. Even with Nick, T'Challa, and Bucky they would often turn their affection from their biological kids to one of the others. It was just so sweet.
They were all so good with the kids too, even Loki. Loki actually had a knack with Lucy. Clint caught this photo of him:
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It was adorable. You were going to frame it and give it to Loki for Christmas.
You had been rather eager to get back with your boys, though with the sudden busy schedule of waking up every two hours to feed them was getting in the way of your sexual advances.
Finally, there came an evening where all of the babies fell asleep easily. Tony and Stephen were in the nursery, sleeping on one of the air mattresses that had long been in there so that someone was always close if they cried.
Clint and Rhodey were with Lucy tonight.
Loki had gone back to New Asgard for some work thing he had while T'Challa had commuted back to Wakanda to see Shuri and his mother.
You were heading up to your bedroom when a hand dove out, pulling you into another bedroom.
"Hi hotstuff." You giggled as Thor started to kiss down your neck, "What are you doing?"
"I've missed you." Thor murmured. "I want you. Can you stay tonight?"
"Yes." You breathed, feeling his large, hot hands, running up your body.
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Thor ripped the dress from your body, smashing you against the door. You gasped as your back hit the wood, the gasp quickly swallowed by Thor's hot, eager mouth. His tongue quickly dominated your mouth, licking and tasting.
Thor pulled back with a slow chuckle, "You're still not over those pregnancy cravings? Peanut butter and whip cream?"
You blushed, "Shut up. It tastes like Reesses' Peanut Butter cups without the chocolate."
Thor just laughed again.
"You're still wearing close." you said, pulling at his shirt, trying to get it off of him.
"Does that bother you?" Thor asked, a smirk on his face. You ran your hands up into his short cut hair, running the spiky ends under your palms.
"Very much." You breathed.
Thor ripped his own shirt from his body, before yanking his belt buckle out of his jeans.
"You want to do the rest Princessa?" He growled deeply in your ear.
You dropped to your knees, unzipping the jeans eagerly, pulling them down around his ankles before letting his boxers join the discard clothes on the ground.
Thor looked painfully hard, standing straight up, the large bulbous tip was red and you could already see it pulsing. White cum was already leaking from the slit. The veins lined it in dark purples and light blues.
You used your hands first, feeling just how hard he was in his hands. So hard his prick barely molded to your hands and he hissed, throwing his head back. "Fuck, Y/N, don't play with me tonight."
You grinned, quickly taking in him into your mouth. He was hard to fit, being so hard and also so large. Being a God, he was always ranging around 10 inches to a whole foot length. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth, while you used your hands to jerk him off to the best of your ability.
His balls were almost just as hard, as you squeezed them and massaged them.
Thor finally lost control, his hands coming down into your hair, snapping his hips forward. His tip hit the back of your throat harshly. Tears came to your eyes as he continued to fuck your mouth roughly.
"Fuck Princesse. You're so fucking good." He hissed, hands tightening in your hair, almost pulling it. You braced yourself against his thighs. Part of you wanted to pull back for air and another part of you wanted to keep going.
You clenched your fingernails into his large thighs as he pressed you down as far as you possibly could go. You sucked in air through your nose.
"Look at me Princess." Thor demanded.
You looked upwards through your eyelashes, choking around his cock. Tears were streaming down your face. Thor's eyes were flickering borderline blue, lightning occasionally flashing.
"Eyes on me Princess." Thor said, pulling backwards so that you could relax a little bit, before he fucked your mouth a little more. He started to slow down, his prick twitching inside of your hot mouth. You licked a stripe up his dick, swirling your tongue around, sucked at his tip, and he exploded inside of your mouth.
"FUCK!" Thor bellowed, hands tightening in your hair. You could hear the rain start to fall outside. Thunder crashed and rumbled. Lightning flashed.
Finally, Thor pulled back slowly, helping you to your feet gently. "You alright my love?"
You smirked and he pulled you into a kiss. He pulled back to lift you up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he walked over to the large, very oriental like bed made of cherry wood and iron. It was a strange combination that worked well, along with swan feather pillows and thick blankets he said were made of Bunyip's fur.
Thor threw you on the bed, immediately crawling up onto the bed.
His hand makes his way directly to your pussy. "Oh Princess, you're positively dripping for me. How long have you wanted this?"
"Since-" You inhale sharply as one of his thick fingers enters your warmth, "S-since a week after I g-got back from the h-hospital." You stutter every time he adds a finger.
Once he has three in there, he starts to plunge them in and out, rubbing occasional, quick circles over your pulsing bud.
"Is that so?" Thor growls in your ear. "Would you like me to take it slow and easy with you tonight?"
"No." You mewl as he gives a particularly rough thrust that clashes with his sweet words.
"No?" He smirks and questions, "Well then, perhaps you would like me to be rough."
"No." You shake your head, body trembling.
"No? Well then Princess, what do you want? Your wish is, after all, my command." His blue eyes spark again and the electricity travels down his fingers, white sparks circling his arm until they get to his hand. He deliberately places his thumb down on your button, making the sparks shoot through your body.
"THOR!" You squeal as the vibrations shoot through your body, especially powering through your clit. It feels like the top notch vibrator in the world was placed there on the highest setting for only five seconds. It felt amazing. A few seconds more and you would've cummed instantaneously.
"C'mon Princess. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fucking ruin me." You purr seductively, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, looking him dead in his now icy blue eyes with your E/C ones.
A grin spreads on his face and he clashes his mouth with yours so that you don't see the next spark of electricity. You feel it though and you cum instantaneously, your moan swallowed by his hot mouth and tongue. The thunder outside almost shakes the house.
You fall back onto the bed panting when his arms release you. He twists his knuckles side to side as he pulls them from your warmth, getting off the bed to pull out a box from underneath it.
He pulls out a length of silvery rope. He kicks the black and silver trunk back under the bed, moving to stand somewhere behind you.
"Arms." He instructs. You snap your arms behind your back, hands gripping opposing elbows. You feel his run the length of the rope around your arms, tying them tightly behind your back. It feels good to relax, let someone else take control after such a hectic day.
Thor grins as he pushes you back on the bed, rolling you onto your side. He lifts one leg over his shoulder before diving into your sweet cunt. He runs his tongue all through your folds, nipping at the soft skin to make you mewl and writhe under him.
His large hands hold you down firmly as he eats you out, enjoying the adorable noises and the sweet taste that your body provides him. Your hands long to grab him by the hair and pull him closer, but they only scratch your own skin instead.
The sheets crumple underneath you, lightning strikes outside, lighting the dark purple sky with white fire. The stars seem to sparkle all the more brighter and the rain starts to pound against the windows.
His mouth feels so good. So hot and warm, so delectable. His hands run farther down your body, closer to your button, and your entire body spasms under the next shock he sends to you. You moan and writhe, desperate for release, desperate for relief, but unsure whether that relief will come from the release or the stop.
"Thor please." You beg, eyes rolling back into your head. Your body tenses up as another shock shoots through you. The pleasure tingles from your toes to your breasts. Another hand reaches up, sparks flying to tease your nipples, which- if they hadn't been sticking straight out before- were standing at attention.
"Fuck, Thor. Please. I wanna cum. Please make me cum. Let me cum. Wanna cum. Please please please." You beg, close to sobbing. Thor looks up at you, his light stubble from an unshaven face scraping lightly against the inside of your thigh.
"Well what a pretty plea." He reaches out, pinching your nub between two fingers which makes you arch your back, before both twisting and shocking it. The strange overstimulation, pain, and yet pleasure to your clit makes you orgasm like you've never orgasmed before. Thor holds your hips down tightly as you buck against him, fighting.
He drinks up every drop like there's no tomorrow. You can actually hear as he slurps and sucks, before he nibbles the inside of your thighs. He's going to leave marks, huge purple bruises for everyone to see tomorrow.
Of course, everyone already knew you were at it. The thunder storms were only like this when you and Thor were together.
You collapsed against the bed as Thor leaned back, licking his fingers and mouth with that lovely, plump pink tongue of his. He stared at you the entire time and you did truly attempt to keep eye contact. But you were so out of it at the moment, so dazed, that your attention kept returning to the ceiling.
You became aware of Thor's fingers spreading your pussy lips before he smirked, "I don't quite think you're spread out enough Princess." He held out his hand and his hammer came flying from the closet. "If you can pronounce his name correctly, we won't have to use him."
"Fuck." You whimpered. "That thing is mew mew to me."
Thor grinned wickedly, turning the hammer in hand. It was old, that was for sure. The metal end was made of three metals: Vibranium, proto-adamantium, and uru. The combination made it clean and magical. Only able to be lifted by the worthy. It was indestructible. the handle was made of simple wood, bound with a strong leather. A hand sling there for the purpose of holding as he flew- which he detached for his new purpose for his hammer.
He turned the hammer so that the metal was in his hand. "Oh my sweet Princesse." He teased your entrance with the flat, circular end of the hammer. And then he pushed it in.
"Shit." You tossed your head back to fall onto the pillows as your tight walls squeezed around the handle. Thor smirked above you before he placed a startling soft kiss on your forehead. The rain died down a little outside as Thor pulled the handle out.
"Yes, they might be done a-" Tony's voice sounded sleepily a few rooms down before Thor shoved the handle upwards, a boom of thunder drowning out anything Tony might've added.
Despite the handle behind made of wood, it didn't not feel like it. It felt rather soft and plush, though firm. It molded well to your walls, pushing against your cervix in the utmost realm of pleasure.
Thor pulled you forwards, the hammer falling to the bed underneath you. Thor smirked as he sat in front of you, watching you. Your knees were on either side of the metal head, your arms still tied tightly behind your back.
"Ride." Thor smirked.
There was a bit of comfort knowing that it would not move underneath you. You rode the handle of his hammer like he wanted you to before the lightning started to pile up in his eyes again. It came down slower and calmer than before though, as he pressed three fingers to your clit.
It was electrifying as you continued attempting to ride his hammer. Now you were most definitely on the highest setting of the best vibrator in the galaxy. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you collapsed down completely on the handle of his hammer. The metal combining with the lightning simply added to the affect, jolts sending your entire body into delicious spasms.
Your orgasms were just as electrifying, your juices leaking out of your, dripping down the hammer, smearing across the cool, clean metal of the hammer.
"You look so fucking precious riding the symbol of the mighty Thor." He proclaimed. You orgasmed four more times on the handle alone, with a mixture of vibrations, words, fingers, and tongue.
Finally, Thor pulled you off, situating himself against the headboard of the bed. You straddled his lap, your pussy sore and sensitive. "Would you like me to split this particularly delectable cunt open my Princess? Do you still wish for me to ruin you?"
"Yes Thor, God yes. Please, I'm begging of you." You moaned, your arms wrapped so tightly about his neck you were surprised he wasn't turning red from a lack of oxygen.
Thor speared you onto his prick, thrusting up into you without waiting for you to get used to his large size. HIs prick twitched and pulsed inside of you, rutting against you with no problems. He held out long enough for you to orgasm three more times before he finally unloaded into you.
The two of you curled up together on the bed. The hammer flew to his hand again, a last sound of thunder outside. The rain started to die down as Thor groaned, getting himself up out of bed, putting away the rope, hanging his hammer back up on the coat rack.
He did not bother with a bath, using a simple disposable washcloth before grabbing the covers, pulling them over the two of you.
"Are you alright my love?" He finally checked as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. The scratch of his stubble was against the temple of your head and it felt rather pleasant at the moment.
"Yes, how are you honey bunny?" You hummed, snuggling into his warm body. You felt rather content now.
"I'm hoping for a baby." Thor chuckled. "I want a mini me, though I love Lucy, Marcel, and Vincent all the same. I just want more children in general. I've always wanted a big family. You do not mind?"
"No." You replied honestly. "Not at all."
"I love you Princesse."
"I love you too hot shot." 
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casual-video-transcripts ¡ 3 months ago
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"Triple Frontier - Movie Snacks" by Triple Frontier Facebook
Original captions by Triple Frontier (Official Facebook Channel)
Edited and Time-stamped transcript by @ casual-video-transcripts is under the cut
[0:00] [Text on screen: MOVIE SNACKS]
[0:01] [Text on screen: EATING]
[0:02] [Text on screen: MOVIE SNACKS]
[0:03] [Text on screen: WITH THE CAST OF]
[0:04] [Text on screen: TRIPLE FRONTIER]
[0:05] [Text on screen: BRAZILIAN BREAD]
[0:06] [Text on screen: BRAZIL]
[0:06] Charlie Hunnam: Pass the smell test?
[0:07] Oscar Isaac: They’re really good when they’re a little warm.
[0:09] [Text on screen: CHILLY MANGO]
[0:10] [Text on screen: MEXICO]
[0:10] Charlie: What is this?
[0:11] Garrett Hedlund: Did you go for it?
[0:12] Oscar: Goat tongue.
[0:13] Charlie: Woah.
[0:14] Ben Affleck: It’s got a weird like 
[0:15] sweet and 
[0:17] peppery thing or something.
[0:18] I don’t know.
[0:19] Oscar: What a refined palette.
[0:20] [Pedro laughs and falls backwards onto Oscar’s shoulder.]
[0:20] [Text on screen: NOODLE SNACK]
[0:22] [Text on screen: MALAYSIA]
[0:23] Charlie: Do you just eat like this?
[0:24] I don’t need any water?
[0:25] Oscar: Do you want this?
[0:26] Ben: It does taste like 
[0:27] with hot water.
[0:27] Garrett: Quite the trickers.
[0:29] [Text on screen: STROOPWAFEL]
[0:30] [Text on screen: NETHERLANDS]
[0:31] Garrett: How long do we get to do this for?
[0:32] [Oscar wheezing out a laugh.]
[0:33] [Text on screen: SAMOSA]
[0:34] [Text on screen: INDIA]
[0:35] Charlie: That is a good samosa!
[0:36] Pedro Pascal: Yeah it is good.
[0:38] Ben: I’m eating it. I’m eating it.
[0:39] Pedro: This is good.
[0:40] [Text on screen: COCONUT RICE]
[0:40] [Text on screen: THAILAND]
[0:42] Charlie: Oh now we’re talking.
[0:43] A little coconut rice.
[0:44] Pedro: I just want to say that
[0:45] I’ve tried all of these before.
[0:46] [Oscar shoves a spoon full of coconut rice in Pedro's mouth.]
[0:47] [Ding.]
[0:48] Pedro: Well that was fun.
[0:50] Don’t forget to check out 
[0:51] Triple Frontier on Netflix.
[0:53] [Text on screen: TRIPLE FRONTIER ONLY ON NETFLIX]
[0:54] Pedro: I’m not cleaning any of those tasty snacks up.
End of transcript
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Video Description: Snacks on Snacks.
Disclaimer: None of the videos I transcribe belong to me. They belong to the content creators and the crew behind the videos. Please keep in mind that my transcripts may not be 100% as I am not a professional. I'm just someone who wants to provide video transcripts for people to understand and enjoy these videos. For this video, I focused the speaker and the on-screen text.
If there are any corrections you would like me to make, let me know in the comment section of the post or through my ask box.
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Personal Notes: Yep, I'm back!
I was trying to find an official one where Garrett did the closing where he called the movie, "The Triple Frontier", instead. I couldn't find it besides this compilation video made by Hollywood Celebrity World on YouTube which I am still grateful for. However, I decided to transcribe this version from the movie's official Facebook page where Pedro does the closing and it has captions imbedded in the video. I'm mainly doing this for my reference.
The mera video transcription is a-coming. My IRL stuff is somewhat settling down a bit. I'll catch you all in the next post.
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curio-queries ¡ 9 months ago
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Run BTS: 048 | Protect the BTS Village part 2
Original Air Date: 10 APR 2018 Episode Length: 36:13 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears
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Synopsis: Conclusion of the previous ep. We find out exactly what happened with the Blue village
Production: Excellent framework choice to end the previous ep with Jimin's sly smile and start the next one here. It could be that they didn't get much footage without Jimin being sus, but it gives the audience a different perspective on the events of the episode KNOWING that JM is bad. it's a good thing they went through all of the hints at the end. In my opinion, the teams were completely unbalanced. There only should have been 2 imposters. The good guys are already at a disadvantage, not knowing anyone they can trust, and these clues were a little too subtle for the members. but overall, it was very watchable and cut together well to reveal the blue members with appropriate pacing.
Endearment: Same as before, the guys do a little better with the actual game when they're given a little more solid direction like searching for the journals
Winner: YG, JM, V
Loser: JN, RM, JH, JK
Best Cheater: Jimin. Hiding Hobi's journal!
Member Moments:
RM: RM, you were so close! He was starting to figure it out but he let the group sway him! lesson one in social deduction games, if someone is being sussed by all of the players, they're usually not it since the imposters won't out their buddies. It's not clear to us if the guys know that the blue villagers know who eachother are but definitely something to keep in mind.
JN: This episode is a pivotal moment in Jin's character development for social deduction games. he brings this up for yeaaaarrs to come.
YG: Ahh, yoongi, you put in so much effort and that pesky bus ticket...
JH: The Hobi/Jimin wallet conversation is iconic. and we see again, this manner that Hobi adopts when he's been wrongfully accused. I'm telling you, if he could nail that for when he's actually guilty, he'd be unstoppable.
JM: Jimin, the most adorable evil smirk in history??
V: V's package was from yeontan!! i never noticed that before! not our beloved Tannie!!
JK: Ahhh, JK's habbit of fixating on one task. he spends this whole episode looking for his journal to no avail.
Bonus Content: Honestly, I'm kinda dissapointed in the bonus content for these episodes. i get that there's a specific person filming for this but there were cameras all over that set; there had to be some interesting content that didn't make the final cut. the best part of the bonus content for me is the tiny bit of an interview the winning and losing teams did.
CQ Rank: 5
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(CQ Eval Date: 04 FEB 2024)
Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.
Previous Episode: 047
Next Episode: 049
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onekeii ¡ 1 year ago
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felix x reader x minho - "surprise!"
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pairings: felix x fem!reader (ft. ex-boyfriend!minho)
genre: non idol!au, romance, fluff, angst
warnings: minho is reader’s ex, felix being adorable, alcohol consumption, talks of proposal/marriage
word count: 4.5k
a/n: this took me like 2 months to write but hopefully it’s coherent. i’m dipping my toes into a little bit of angst so hopefully it pays off !!
masterlist 
reblog if you enjoy!
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4th may 2027, 3:36 pm
“I’m done!” you heaved a sigh of relief as you placed the last of your many photo albums on the shelf.
Felix beamed at you, bleach blonde locks falling haphazardly across his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair, allowing you to look into his eyes properly - the same eyes you can’t wait to lose yourself in every night. 
“Welcome home, angel,” he chuckled, holding his hand up.
You go to high-five him, but he somehow manages to quickly interlace his fingers with yours. You look between your interlocked hands and his mischievous smile a couple times, unsure of how to react. But you find yourself in his eyes again, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Almost three years and you still find ways to surprise me, huh?” you use your free arm to pull him close.
He wraps himself around you immediately, putting every part of him into the hug, just as he always does, “And it’ll always be that way, my love.”
He leans down to place a quick peck on your forehead.
You hummed as you subconsciously tried to lean in further, as if your bodies could get any closer, “That reminds me, I can’t wait for you to propose.”
“Oh, but you’ll have to wait a little longer,” he smirked, reluctantly pulling away to look at you properly, “I would’ve just asked already, but it’s one of those things that you have to talk about before.”
“Of course - I love that you still want to make the effort to surprise me, though.”
“You bet,” he smirked, taking advantage of his slightly taller stature to ruffle your hair, “I won’t keep you any longer.”
“Shit, the meeting –” you cut yourself off, frantically checking the time on your watch before letting out an exasperated sigh, “oh, I still have a couple minutes.”
Felix laughed as he watched you gather the loose papers strewn across your now shared bed, “The office is all yours, honey.”
“Thank you for giving me that room, honestly,” you took a moment to place a kiss on his cheek.
“Honestly, I’m glad to fill my place with you - it’s our place now. And you’ll smash that meeting. Remember: I love you,” he held his fists up in encouragement.
You flashed him a grin before turning on your heel, retreating to your new office in the next room.
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5:21 pm
Slowly making your way down the stairs, Felix already heard your footsteps and rushed to your side.
“How did it go?”
You kept a straight face, watching carefully as his face faltered slightly.
“Oh, I’m sor–”
Unable to hold it in anymore, you burst into laughter as a smile graced your face. Felix furrowed his brows in bewilderment for a second before the realisation set in.
“Angel! I’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist before you could get off the staircase. He lifted you up with a spin before placing you back down. It shocked you for a second to not be able to feel the ground beneath your feet, but you knew you’d always be safe in his arms.
“They approved the deal!” you squealed, the realisation slowly sinking in, “Oh, god.”
“What? What’s wrong?” Felix brought a hand to your cheek, “My love, you’ve gone pale.”
“I have to send in three short stories by the end of the month.”
He sighed, taking your hand and leading you to sit down on the couch, “You can do it. You write so fast, I bet you’ll even be able to send five.”
“Yeah, I know…” you trailed off for a moment, “I’m just nervous, I guess.”
“There’s nothing to be nervous about. You just have to continue as you always have, yeah?”
You nodded in agreement, admiring the determined expression in his face. Whenever you felt defeated, you could always count on him to be brave for you.
“Tonight isn’t the time to worry about it, though. I’ll make you dinner, open a bottle of wine, and draw us a bath. You can start tomorrow,” he smiled, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hand.
“That would be lovely,” you sink into the couch, already thinking of going to sleep.
Felix just smiled at you as he stood up, stars in his eyes shining just as bright as the day you met, “I better get started then, before you fall asleep.”
As he attempted to leave for the kitchen, he was drawn back by your tight grip on his hand. 
“I love you,” you managed to mumble.
“Love you, too,” he leaned down to plant a kiss on your hand before you reluctantly released your grip.
You took a second to smile at him, even though he was turned away from you, before he disappeared into the kitchen. Growing tired of absentmindedly staring at the sitcom Felix had left on the TV, you took out your phone.
The most noticeable thing on your homescreen was the widget that scrolled through all the photos in your camera roll. Most of them were of you, or Felix. Or you and Felix. But this time, it was someone you thought you’d never see again.
4 years ago today …
It was a photo of you and Minho. The day was going well, but your phone had to ruin it by reminding you that you and your ex-boyfriend were sharing an ice-cream on the beach four years ago. The worst part? By the end of that day, the two of you had gone your separate ways. 
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4th may 2023, 9:06 pm
Everything probably seemed fine from the outside. The two of you had enjoyed a nice little catch-up over coffee, took a walk along the beach, and even got excited when you saw an ice-cream van. The truth is, it was far from fine. 
You hadn’t seen each other properly for weeks. The last time you saw each other, you had argued about something so petty - it wasn’t even worth remembering. Every time you texted or called after, it just felt like a chore. Tensions had just been building for a while, with the inevitable distance you two would soon put between each other. 
Sat opposite each other in your flat, barely holding itself together. But it’s all you could afford as a student. It never felt run down when he was there… except maybe today you noticed how creaky the floorboards were and how the place shook whenever the wind blew. You wanted to worry about anything other than him.
“Listen… I think we should break up,” he announced simply. 
You were ready for it. You knew it was for the best. That didn’t change how much it stung. What were you supposed to do with all the love inside you now, with nowhere to put it?
After a long silence consisting of you fiddling with your sleeves, you finally looked him in the eyes, “I know.”
The conversation was briefer than you thought it would be - thank god for that. It was much easier to rip the bandaid off in one go.
“You just know what you want to do and where you want to go… I don’t. I don’t want to hold you back or fall into the trap of pushing myself to follow you.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that would be a good idea for either of us.”
“Don’t get me wrong… I still love you. And maybe, further down the line, there’s hope for us,” he continued.
“Look, we can engage in wishful thinking,” you sighed, “but I don’t want to wait around. I have a life I want to keep moving on with.”
“Yeah, and I respect that about you.”
The conversation ended shortly after, exchanging pleasantries as you tried your best to hold your tears in. The second you shut the front door behind him, you felt your body crumble. Just as quickly as he entered your life, he was gone. Gripping the railing for support, you heaved yourself upstairs through sheer willpower, thinking only of your bed. You woke up the next morning with the pillow still wet.
However, the next morning you decided you had no time to cry. It was like Minho said: “You just know what you want to do and where you want to go.”
There was more to life than Minho. You had an interview to prepare for - a simple job as, basically, an errand person in a publishing company, but a job nonetheless. You needed to look for a flat as well. You had work the next day, and you were meeting a friend after. Finally free from spending all your time worrying about you and him, you felt like you were finally returning to who you were before.
You were so engrossed in what you believed was the perfect flat listing that you jumped when your phone started ringing, the vibration reverberating through the whole table. It was Felix.
“Hello?” you said hesitantly as you raised the phone to your ear. 
Felix and you weren’t necessarily close, but you knew each other quite well. He was a friend of Minho’s, however, so you were wary to be receiving a call from him.
“Hey! I heard about what happened last night. I just wanted to see if you were okay?”
“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you sighed, your heart already beating faster now that you were remembering the events from the night before, “He didn’t ask you to check up on me, did he?”
“No!” he refuted immediately, “Genuinely, I was worried. I don’t really know what it was about, but I’m your friend too. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You smiled a little at his words, focusing more on his concern for you than the reason for his concern, “Thank you for checking in, honestly. I’m just trying to focus on other things right now, though.”
“Oh, yeah, have you found any apartments yet?” his voice instantly picked up.
“There’s so many nice ones, but they’re so expensive…” you trailed off, looking at the current listing on your browser longingly. 
“Do you want to meet for coffee? I can help give you a headstart, I’ve found a few that might be good for you while searching for my own place.”
Pursing your lips together in thought, you looked over at your bed, where you were planning to spend the rest of your day, before shaking off the thought. There was no point in moping around.
“Sure, just text me when and where.”
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4th may 2027, 6:03 pm
From then on, you and Felix became inseparable, holding each other’s hands through the highs and lows of the previous few years. He was the only other person you knew that was moving to the city, so iIt was never the intention for the two of you to end up together - you were actually quite reluctant to when Felix asked you out for your first date - you made him wait over half a year before agreeing. To give yourself to someone else when the relationship you thought would be perfect before failed… it was terrifying. 
But, with time, the fear subsided. After all, the love you lose through giving always comes back to you. It came back to you through Felix. Even with all the changes you both experienced, he made sure to be there every step of the way. For every setback, every meltdown, every success: he was your rock. And you desperately hoped you were his rock, too. 
Thankfully, the sound of plates and cutlery clattering against the table in the kitchen broke you out of your trance. You suddenly found the motivation to spring out of your comfortable corner on the couch, sluggishly making your way to your boyfriend. 
You found him with his back to you, unaware of your presence as he focused on lighting a singular candle stick in the middle of the table, a singular fresh rose in a small vase next to it. A smile slowly crept onto your face as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, squeezing him tight as if he had any intention of going anywhere.
He let out a small yelp before quickly realising it was you, silently resting his arms on top of yours and sinking into your embrace, “You okay?”
“Of course. I’m more than okay.”
Reluctantly, you allowed him to break out of the hug so that he could pull out the chair, graciously gesturing for you to sit down. You accepted, waiting impatiently for him to place dinner on the table, eager to try his cooking again. This was going to be every day for the two of you from hereon; that thought filled you with so much warmth, you forgot about the ice-cream and arguments you and Minho had shared so long ago. 
The rest of the night went smoothly, celebrating your moving in by dancing together in the kitchen while cleaning up, nearly falling asleep while watching a movie, and cleaning up before crawling under the covers together. 
Felix held you close to him like a baby, drifting off to sleep almost instantly as you played with his hair. This wasn’t a one-off occurrence either - almost every night after your first day living together was exactly the same. Life was finally on track for you; it had been for a while.
15th september 2027, 5:39 pm
Months went by in the blink of an eye, but you could clearly remember every day you spent with Felix by your side. You sent in more short stories than expected with every month that passed by, the publishing company thoroughly pleased with your progress. They had already started talking with you about the design and marketing of the book. Despite the excitement, the stress was testing you more than ever before; but Felix was always there for you at the end of the day. He always set the table for dinner and ran a hot bath for the two of you.
It was now the evening of his birthday. The two of you had already spent a relaxed day together, waking up early to prepare a lunchtime picnic, something which had become an annual tradition. His birthday was the perfect day to have your last picnic of the year, with the first few leaves on the trees surrounding you turning gold.
You found yourself back home, decorating your living room with balloons and banners while Felix showered. He tried to help, but you insisted that it was supposed to be a surprise – or as much of a surprise as it could be. You were terrible at hiding things from him.
For some reason, this year, Felix suggested to have a party for his birthday. At your age, nearing thirty, it was more of a gathering than a party, but you decided to roll with it. It had been a while since you had met with your mutual friends anyway, adult life seeming to get in the way for everyone. 
Just as you finished up loading the table with finger foods and champagne bottles, Felix appeared in the doorway, “Ah, my angel, it looks amazing. Thank you,” he smiled, although the corners of his mouth didn’t stretch the whole way as they usually did.
He always put his whole soul into smiling at you. He was nervous, that was easy to tell. You shrugged it off, figuring that it was just because he was worried to see everyone again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips, hoping it would be enough to ease his nerves a little. When you tried to pull away, he held you in place with his hands at your hips.
“I need to get changed before everyone arrives,” you chuckled, “I know it’s just casual, but I still wanna wear a dress.”
Sighing, his hands dropped from your waist, allowing you to quickly scurry up the stairs. While you were double checking your appearance in the mirror, rearranging your hair a little, you heard the first guest ring the doorbell. 
‘That’s probably Chris,’ you thought, ‘he’s always early.’
Sure enough, once Felix opened the door, Chris’ voice sounded throughout the house, “Felix! Happy birthday, man. It’s been too long.”
“For sure. Thanks for coming.”
Their voices suddenly dimmed down to whispers as they made their way into the living room. You decided your curiosity was more important than your hair, making your way downstairs after them. 
Felix’s back faced you as you walked in, hovering over the table as he reached for one of the cheaper champagne bottles. Chris’ head snapped up, his hand instantly dipping into his jacket pocket before he opened his arms up for a hug.
“Y/N, it’s so nice to see you!” he exclaimed, bringing you in for a tight hug.
“Thanks for coming,” you said as you pulled away, instinctively taking the champagne flute Felix handed you.
Chris did the same, waving his free hand about, “Nah, anything for my bro,” he slapped Felix on the back lightly, “I can’t believe you’re twenty-seven now. I still remember being sat next to you on our first day of middle school.”
“God, I forgot that you’ve been friends for that long,” you sighed, struggling to imagine what Felix was like over a decade ago.
“You’re probably lucky you didn’t know me back then,” Felix chuckled, taking a swig of his drink.
Chris nodded in agreement, “Your fashion sense definitely improved.”
Before you can continue the conversation, the door bell rang again, Felix instantly placing down his drink to answer. The next hour was spent catching up with Felix’s friends, and sometimes their partners too, while constantly getting up to usher in more guests.
Jisung was the last to arrive, making himself at home and taking over the aux cable. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and finally Felix’s shoulders relaxed a little as he stood with you in the corner of the room.
“It’s been so long, I was worried it would be awkward,” he sighed, “Thank god.”
Snaking one hand around his waist, you smiled up at him, “You’re an amazing host.”
He returned your smile, placing a kiss on your forehead. The doorbell rang, bewilderment spreading across Felix’s face.
“Isn’t everyone here already?” you asked.
He shrugged, reluctantly slipping away from your grasp, “I’ll answer it, don’t worry.”
Unable to suppress your curiosity, you find yourself a couple paces behind him, peering over his shoulder as he opened the door. The person revealed on the other side was the last person you expected, or wanted, to see. 
“Minho… what a surprise!” You could hear Felix’s strained smile even though his back was turned to you.
He slowly opens the door wide enough and steps back to let Minho in, who nods and mutters a quick and awkward “hello” before stepping inside. Instantly, he locks eyes with you.
Fire instantly shot through your veins, your heartbeat doubling with every second that passed. It was only made worse when Minho opened his mouth, “Y/N, hi.”
Your brain ran through every memory you had of him, as if everything happened yesterday. Ice-cream, tears, the curves of his body, midnight takeaways. Your heart sank. 
Only when Felix’s arm found its place at your waist did you snap out of it, “Hello… we weren’t expecting you,” you were fully aware of how fake your smile looked.
“Yeah, I was surprised you didn’t invite him,” someone spoke up from behind you. You turn around to see Jisung leaning against the doorframe, “He moved here recently, so I took the liberty of inviting him for you. For old time’s sake.”
“Ah, thank you,” Felix smiled, turning back to Minho, “it’s been a while since we caught up, I didn’t realise.”
The truth was that the two of you were well aware of his presence in the city through Chris, but inviting him wasn’t even considered when planning the party. Of course, Jisung didn’t know the history between the two of you – Minho wasn’t exactly an open book, even to his friends. 
“Are you guys coming back? It’s your party,” Jisung commented, not lingering for a second as he returned to the living room.
The three of you awkwardly made your way in, everyone instantly crowding around Minho and exclaiming how they hadn’t seen him in so long. You were hoping to cling to Felix even more tightly for the rest of the night, but he was pulled aside by Chris for a seemingly important hushed conversation. You were left to your own devices.
Champagne. You poured yourself another, very large, glass to wash down the feeling of dread. When you turned around, you were face to face with Minho once again.
“Can I help you?” you raised an eyebrow, trying your best to keep your cool despite wanting the ground to swallow you.
He gestured towards the table behind you, “Can I get a drink?”
You nodded, internally rolling your eyes as you poured him a glass. Hopefully he would leave you alone after you gave him what he wanted.
Unfortunately, he had other plans for you, “It’s been a very long time… don’t you have anything to say?” 
“Exactly… it’s been a very long time,” you scrunched your eyebrows together, “There’s nothing to say.”
“Well let’s start with how you ended up with one of my best friends,” he shrugged. 
Was he just here to cause trouble? He didn’t seem to care if anyone were to hear your conversation.
“Your best friend, who you also haven’t talked to in years,” you pointed out.
“Do you love him?”
“In ways I never could have loved you.”
“You could have,” he trailed off, “if you had given me the time.”
This conversation felt like a game of chess to you. You took another sip of your drink before making your next move, “And you just wanted me to put my life on hold for you?”
“Isn’t that what people are supposed to do when they love each other?”
“Sometimes, maybe. But not me,” you could feel your blood boiling now. Your anxious grip on your glass was the only thing keeping you from throwing its contents at him, “I needed someone who could grow at the same time as me. I found that in Felix.”
In mentioning his name, your eyes searched the room for him. He was still deeply engrossed in his conversation with Chris, so calling him over to rescue you was out of the question. 
“It’s not as fun, though, is it?” Minho continued, “I’m surprised someone like you could settle for someone so… stable.”
This time, you didn’t even try to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head, “It’s really none of your business… why are you even here?”
“I still love you.”
In an instant, you found yourself storming to the kitchen. Even though the chatter and the music from the next room was loud enough that the neighbours could probably hear, it wasn’t enough to drown out the last sentence Minho said to you. It played on loop in your head, which had started pounding with each replay. 
There was a part of you that was still in love with him. Of course there was – even at the end, you were willing to stay with him until he figured himself out. Even if it ruined you. But since then, you had grown grateful of the fact that he broke it off. Maybe that was why you still loved him: because he saved you from the awful ways life could have panned out for you otherwise. 
But there was Felix now. And more than just one part of you loved him. Your body wasn’t big enough to contain just how you felt about him. 
“Honey, what are you doing here?” Felix’s soothing voice appeared from behind you, his arms snaking around your torso and pulling you backwards into him.
“Minho needs to leave,” you looked up at him with a frown.
He didn’t question you at all. He just nodded before turning on his heel, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. You downed the rest of your drink before deciding you needed something a little stronger.
Once you had composed yourself, you finally stepped out into the hallway only to meet Minho’s eyes once more. He was on his way out, followed by Felix as if he was a bouncer. He successfully managed to usher him onto the doorstep, but Minho’s eyes were still focused on yours. 
Felix closed the door on him, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. 
“Shall we go back in?” he didn’t bother you with questions, knowing you were probably thinking about it enough already. 
You nodded, slowly padding back towards the living room.
“Y/N! Where were you?” Chris’ partner quickly made her way to you.
“Oh, a work call,” you smiled exasperatedly. Luckily, she seemed to have had enough drinks to not notice your lie.
“Shame, you missed Minho on his way out.”
“Yeah, I thought he would be hear for longer,” Jisung tutted, “turns out he still has some unpacking to do. I thought he would have at least stayed for the free food.”
“He’ll miss out on the big surprise as well,” she sighed, her eyes growing to the size of saucers as soon as she closed her mouth.
This befuddled you, your eyes darting between hers, Chris’ and Felix’s. You didn’t have a surprise planned, even though it was Felix’s birthday, so you weren’t entirely sure what she was talking about. Unless they had planned something for him without your knoweldge. 
“Come on, love, it’s called a surprise for a reason,” Chris gently rested a hand on her shoulder as she giggled nervously.
You instantly turned to Felix, whispering, “Do you know what they’re talking about?”
His lips pursed together and you could tell he was playing around with something in his jacket pocket. He took both your hands in his, slowly walking backwards as he dragged you to the centre of the room. As if on cue, Jisung scrambled to his phone and the song abruptly changed to something more mellow. 
As its melody continued to flow through your ears, you found yourself quietly humming along, as if by muscle memory. It was the last song you and Felix sang together at karaoke on your first official date.
“What’s this about?” you chuckled, suddenly remembering your confusion.
He let go of your hands and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box as he lowered himself down onto one knee. Holding the box out to you, he quickly snapped it open. 
A ring.
It was a thin silver band, with one diamond in the middle complemented by two smaller sapphires either side. It looked exactly like the ring you pointed out to him months ago, when the two of you had first started discussing marriage. Only then did you finally realise what he was doing.
“...Surprise!”
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Beskar Doll - Ch. 32: The Palace
Din used his bounty hunter skills to track you down, now he just has to get you out. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-31 found on Tumblr here.
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Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader
Warnings: Canon-typical violence and a bit beyond. Torture. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only
Length: 4.1k
“You’ve been with us for 36 hours now.” 
You were back in the chair. You had been for a while, though you weren’t sure exactly how long. They’d injected you with serum again, keeping you conscious and your body in a heightened state of sensitivity. 
Though you’d been in that state so long, the agony from where they’d taken skin had faded to a dull roar. It had been too loud and too constant for too long to still mean something, that part of you fracturing off. That pain had been deemed unimportant, like white noise. 
“I’m sure you’d like to eat something,” the woman said. “Drink something. Sleep.” 
You scoffed, even though your mouth was dry and your body kept trying to put you under and failing. Even hunger pains were magnified with this drug, the ache in your stomach violent and gnawing.
“You really think that’s what’s going to do it?” Your voice was raspy. “Food, water, sleep?” She shrugged. You rolled your eyes. “Maker, you really are new at this, aren’t you?” 
The man pressed the electroshock probe to your side. You would have screamed if it didn’t make your whole body seize, the pain of it radiating down every nerve ending. It felt like you could trace a map of your nervous system with the agony of it, so all consuming and clear cut. He took it away and you went limp with a whimper. 
“Sounds like we’re getting closer,” the woman smirked. You panted for breath. 
“You know,” you managed. “There is one thing you haven’t tried. It’s how I know you haven’t done this much, at least not with anyone who can withstand it.” 
“What’s that?” She asked, her brows raised. Your brain was foggy, you couldn’t get enough of a bead on her to know if she was being serious or humoring you. 
“You haven’t asked if there’s anything I want outside of the obvious,” you watched her. “Food, water, sleep. Freedom. Death. All obvious. You should ask if there’s anything else I want and what I might be willing to trade you for it.” 
She looked you up and down for a moment, considering. Or, at least, you thought she was. You were starting to feel yourself fracture in your mind. The things you’d locked away - your rebellion secrets, your real name, the most important things like Din and the child - were safe. Everything else felt like wet sand, loosely held together but malleable, easy to break away, threatening to crumble at the slightest provocation. 
“What would you like?” She asked after a moment, curious. “Besides the obvious, of course.” 
“Some information,” you replied. “Some that probably wouldn’t matter to your organization at all but matters to me.” 
“And what would you give me for that?” She asked. 
“Information in return,” you said. “Not what you’re really looking for, of course. But things that can give you insight. Maybe be of use. Almost certainly of greater value than what I’d ask for.” 
She looked you over again and you tried to make sure you looked strong, durable. Like she wouldn’t get anything out if you for a long time otherwise. 
“What do you want to know?” She asked eventually. 
“When you moved into the area, you cleaned up some messes for the Hutts to get in their good graces,” you said it, didn’t ask it. She nodded once. “Was the Barktan family one of those messes? Moisture farmers, only a few clicks outside Beggar’s Canyon.” 
She gave you a cocky half smile. 
“You were right about the information not mattering,” she said. “Yes, they were. What information are you willing to trade?” 
“We weren’t in Beggar’s Canyon looking for your stash,” you said. “I’m guessing you’ve got, what, thermal detonators and disintegrators stored in the caves? Could not care less about those.” 
She frowned. 
“What were you looking for then?” 
“What did you do to the Barktan family?” 
She considered you again. 
“What we’ve done to you,” she said after a moment. “Though they couldn’t withstand what you have. The Hutts were interested in a daughter. We couldn’t find her. The man died first, he was weak. The woman held on for almost a day. She never gave us anything. We never did find the girl.”  
You fought to keep the fire from your eyes. You had to look neutral, even though it felt like your body was going to burn with rage, the hateful ache of it snarling and chewing at your chest. 
“You’re the daughter, aren’t you?” She cocked her head slightly. “I think I can see it now. You look like your mother. Got her will, too. Is that what brought you to the canyon?” 
“No,” you said. Your voice shook. “No, I didn’t know you had anything to do with them when we came here.” 
“Why did you come here?” 
“You wasted your second question,” you said. You wanted to hurt her. You wanted to do it with your bare hands, with your teeth and your nails. You wanted to taste her blood, rip at her flesh. 
“The Hutts will still pay for you,” she said. “Alive or dead.” 
“They’re mercurial creatures, those slugs,” you replied. “Smarter to leave me alive. They’ve had years to change their minds about what to do with me. You can’t bring me back once you’ve finished me.” 
She crossed her arms and slowly walked over to you so her face was only inches from your own. 
“If you weren’t so subborn,” she said. “I’d want to keep you.” 
“If I weren’t so stubborn, you’d have no use for me.” 
She smirked and jerked her head at the man who pressed the probe to your side again. Just as he pulled it away, the floor shook. 
For a moment, you thought you’d imagined it. It would make sense, your nerves relaying false information to your decaying mind. But the woman’s eyes went wide and she looked toward the door. There was a crackle of a com link. The words were fractured. 
“Attack… coming… armed…”
The man and woman looked at each other. 
“Stay with her,” she ordered him. “Don’t you dare fucking kill her.” 
The building shook again. She went for the door. The man looked nervous. 
“Something have you worried?” You asked, smirking a bit. He glared. 
“She said I couldn’t kill you,” he snapped. “Didn’t say a damn thing about anything else.”
***
The location the woman had given Din was vague enough that it took him hours to find the palace. He’d been right, much of it had been swallowed by the sands, only a single, domed roof with a makeshift entrance visible through the dunes. It would have taken him who knows how long to find on his own, the hot sand muting the heat signatures inside the walls. 
There were guards stationed immediately around the entrance - all camouflaged - but it wasn’t more than he could handle. 
He put the child in the pod, his chest tight. The baby cooed, his eyes wide, ears low. 
“We’re going to get her,” he said gently. “We’re not leaving here without her.” 
He cooed again. Din gave him the toy you’d gotten him on Nevarro and the small silver ball from the Crest. 
“You’re staying in here,” he said. “You’ll see her soon. I promise.” 
Din closed the pod and put it under an arm before igniting his jetpack, flying high before moving closer to the palace. The guards weren’t looking up. 
He dropped into them, releasing the pod the second his feet were on the ground. He kicked the first guard, who just stood there looking at him in shock, in the chest, sending him stumbling back before he grabbed his blaster and shot him. One down, five others alerted to his presence. 
One of the fools threw a thermal detonator and Din swatted it away. He glanced down and watched it roll down the dune, far enough away that it wouldn’t do damage to him when it went off. He continued on.  
The first blaster bolt pinged off his armor and he didn’t even need to look to return the shot in kind, catching sight the man as he fell out of the corner of his eye. The thermal detonator blew, the sands shaking and shifting. 
“We’re under attack,” the man furthest from him fumbled with his com. “Don’t know how many are coming, they’re armed with…” 
Din cut him off with a shot to the head. 
A staff struck him in the side, catching him where the armor wasn’t there to protect him. He shifted focus. The man came at him quickly, swinging the staff for his more vulnerable points. Din caught it and shoved him back before shooting him. 
The strike from behind was harder, a knife to the leg. It was an indirect blow but was enough to rip his flight suit and cut his skin. He barely felt it. He’d barely felt anything since you’d been taken. It was a flash of shock more than pain, something his mind filed away to do deal with later, once he had you. Nothing else mattered until he had you. 
He rounded on the man with the knife. The man was familiar, young. It took him a moment to realize that it was the bounty, the whole reason you’d gone into the desert to begin with. The reason you’d been here to be taken at all. He backed away from the Mandalorian with fear in his eyes and an almost pitifully small blade in his fist. 
Din hit him, hard, dodging the man’s second strike with the knife. He sprawled into the sand and started scrambling to get up, the ground shifting below his feet. The Mandalorian stalked over to him, standing over him for a moment, his head cocked to the side. 
“Warm or cold,” he said. “You’re worth the same.” 
He shot him and the man slumped into the sand. 
The next blaster bolt pinged off his helmet. He rounded on the final man, blaster drawn. He backed away, fumbling at his belt for a thermal detonator. He threw it at the Mandalorian who just swatted it away again, into the building. Din shot him. The detonator blew, a hole opening in the roof of the dome. 
Din called the pod alongside him and peered into the dome. The Palace was either sparsely populated or the syndicate had taken cover, the room below empty. He dropped inside, the pod following close behind. 
He kept his weapon drawn, moving silently as he looked for signs of someone who could give him directions. He switched his helmet to heat sensor mode, the interference from the sand no longer a problem now that he was inside the building that was buried by the dune. There was a cluster of people in an antechamber to his left, huddled at the back, likely trying to avoid detection. He stalked to them, weapon drawn. 
There was a hail of blaster fire when he walked in, the shots ringing off his armor. He knew he should feel the impact of each one and part of him could, but they mattered so little. All they were was an obstacle, something to be overcome to get to you. 
There were more than a dozen people here, so he raised his wrist and fired the whistling birds, the tiny projectiles flying forward, finding their targets and sending them collapsing to the ground. Three men were left standing. They kept shooting. 
He shot one before he spoke. 
“I need information,” he said over the sound of blasters. They stopped shooting. “Tell me where interrogation is and I’ll let you leave this room with your life.” 
The men looked to each other for a moment before one shot him again. Din sighed, shooting him and then pointing the blaster at the other man. 
“Where is it.” 
The man swallowed. His weapon was still drawn. He looked over the Mandalorian. 
“Sublevel one,” he said quickly. “Center of the level…” 
The Mandalorian stepped to the side. The man ran. The moment his feet crossed the threshold of the room, he shot him. He’d left the room with his life. It was all he had been promised and more than he deserved. 
Din pressed on. 
***
The man seemed like he wanted to test just how long an electroshock probe could run before it needed to be activated again. Without the woman to rein him in, he kept it against your side until your body thrashed and your eyes rolled back in your head, only removing it for a moment before starting again. 
“Can’t kill me now,” he snarled. “Thought you were strong when you killed him, thought you could fuckin’ scare me…” 
He pressed the probe to your side again, a small scream managing to make it through your lips before that part of you seized up. Crying out wasn’t the relief you’d hoped it would be, the pain still consuming in spite of it. He kept the probe against you until you started to feel it in your heart, the electricity making it stutter against your ribs. 
“Mandalorian!” The single word came through his com link. You weren’t sure if it had been preceded by anything else. Everything around you was muddy, you couldn’t discern much. But that word it seemed like you would always hear. He pulled the probe from your side. You panted for breath. He held the com to his lips. 
“The hell do you mean a Mandalorian?” 
You smiled, your head lolling to the side. You weren’t able to hold it up, unsure if you were exhausted or if your body had just stopped working. 
“He’s here for me,” you managed. The man looked at you, skeptical. You just held his gaze. “You should run.” 
*** 
Any other time, Din would have been concerned about being so outnumbered. He’d faced odds this bad before and survived, of course. But it was dangerous. The only reason it crossed his mind at all now was because of the pod at his back. If it weren’t for the child, he doubted he would have even noticed the numbers. 
He’d made it to sublevel one and so, it seemed, had the rest of the syndicate. He’d killed several dozen men so far and there were dozens of others standing between him and you. They were keeping you from him. They had taken you. He activated a thermal detonator he’d taken from a body, waiting as long as he could before he threw it.
“Shit!” Someone screamed before it blew, the palace shaking, sand and plaster falling at his feet. He couldn’t bring himself to care about that, either. 
The detonator had charred the walls of the corridor, bodies blown apart. He didn’t care. He was nearly to the center of the structure, judging by his scans, nearly to you. You were close. If the first man had told him anything remotely accurate, you were close. 
He heard you before he saw you, a small, strangled cry before you went silent. He snarled, running for the sound. He almost collapsed when he saw you. 
The man beside you had an electroshock probe pressed against your ribs and your body shook with it. Your face was bloody and bruised, skin had been stripped away from your stomach and the man beside you twisted the probe, grimacing as he did. 
Something took over him in that moment. It was like the moment on Garqi, seeing your husband hurt you. It consumed him, the need to protect you, to avenge you. He roared, the man jumping in shock and pulling the probe from your side. He lunged for him, tackling him to the ground. The man punched Din in the helmet, serving only to rattle the Mandalorian and fracture the man’s hand on his beskar. He went to put the probe to Din but he knocked it away, sending it flying before bringing his fist down on the man’s head. 
The man scrambled, managing to get a grip on the Mandalorian and sending him onto his back for a moment as he tried to pull a blaster, but Din was too fast. He leapt to his feet, freeing his knife as he went, and brought it down into the center of the man’s throat. His eyes went wide as he dropped to his knees, blood pouring from him and spilling onto the ground. Din panted for breath as he watched the man crumble, not moving until he landed in a heap on the floor. He turned to you then, your eyes hazy but finding his below the helmet. You were always able to find him, always able to look through him. 
“Cyare,” he breathed. You smiled slightly. 
“Hi,” you said.
He reached out and cupped your cheek and you pressed your skin into his palm. 
“You came for me,” your voice was hoarse. “Shouldn’t have done that… Told you not to…” 
“My hunt, my call,” he replied. “I’ll always come for you.” 
The building trembled around you. He glanced around, plaster falling to the ground. The thermal detonators were too much for this structure. He needed to get you out of here. Now. 
He went to the controls for the chair and released them. You slumped forward and he jumped to catch you. You cried out when he touched you, grimacing. 
“They’ve got me drugged,” you gasped. “Heightens pain, makes it so I can’t pass out… Old Imperial shit…” 
“Is there anywhere…” 
“No,” you shook your head. “It all hurts, I can take it, I just need to get out of here…” 
“Can you walk?” He asked. It hurt seeing you like this, like someone was tearing into his chest seeing you struggling and in pain. 
“Put your arm around my waist,” you were looking at the ground, grimacing. All he wanted to do was touch you, hold you, comfort you. It would only hurt you now. “Try to not touch where they cut me…” 
He obeyed, trying to bury the white hot fury that was swelling in his chest. He wanted to rip and tear for you, he wanted to destroy for you. It would have to wait. The building shook again. Your hand was on his chest, your fingers bloody. There was skin missing at your arm, too. You took a shaky step but managed to stay upright, a gasping groan escaping from you. He went to pick you up but you shook your head. 
“Walking is better,” you said quickly. “I can’t fight right now, don’t think I can shoot, I can’t see straight, you can’t carry me.” 
“We need to find a ship,” he said. “Can’t get you to Mos Eisley on a bike in this condition…” 
“I’ve only seen this room and a cell not far from here,” you managed as you started off. You hissed when you took a step. “I’m not even positive we’re still on Tatooine, but I think we are.” 
“We’re in an abandoned palace in the northern Dune Sea,” he said. “Know of it?” 
“No,” you grimaced. “Sorry, I’ve been a pretty useless partner this hunt…” 
He glared at you and you must have sensed it because you smiled for half a second before crying out in pain again. Din switched the helmet back to heat sensor mode, saw one person in a room up ahead. He led the way, leaning you against the wall just outside the door. You were panting for breath but gave him a nod as he went into the room. 
The man inside was trying to gather up something. He didn’t notice the Mandalorian come in. Din grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into the wall. He yelped, dropping the bag he was stuffing. 
“Where are the ships,” Din demanded. 
“I… Um…” the man scrambled for words. Din ground his teeth and more plaster fell. He didn’t have time for this. He pulled him back from the wall and thrust him into it again. 
“Where!” 
“North side!” He said quickly. “Up a level!” 
Din released him, shooting him before leaving the room. He glanced at the bag. He’d been grabbing spice. He shook his head, going back to the hall and gathering you against him again. 
You’d buttoned your shirt back up, something he was relieved about. He knew the injuries were there, they were burned into his mind, but it was easier to handle not ripping every person in this building apart when he couldn’t see them. 
Much of the syndicate had been killed or had fled, almost no one left to intervene as he worked his way up with you. You felt faint against him, your limbs loose. Like you were barely able to hold yourself up. 
“Almost there, Cyare,” he said softly. 
The hanger was full of ships, but most were one man fighters. There were only two smaller transport vessels and Din opened the hatch of the first one he could reach, helping you up the ramp as quickly as he could. He lowered you into a seat when there was a shot at his shoulder. He turned to face his assailant. It was a woman. She was tall, a tattoo around her eye, her teeth were bared in some strange combination of a snarl and a smile. 
“You’re taking what’s mine,” she said, her blaster leveled at Din. “The Hutts will pay for her. I’d expect better from a guild backed hunter, stealing someone’s bounty out from under them.” 
“Don’t recognize Hutt bounties,” he replied, sizing her up. You started trying to get to your feet and he gently pushed you back down. You grimaced. 
“She killed my parents,” you snarled, singularly focused. “Took them, tortured them… I want to hurt her, I want her blood…” 
He lifted your chin delicately, so your blackened eyes were looking at him and not her. 
“I’ll take her for you, Cyare,” he said gently. “You don’t need to suffer that.” 
Another shot rang off his beskar and he released you, stalking down the ramp toward the woman. She stood her ground. 
“You took my Cyare,” he said. She shot his chest, the sharp ping glancing off the armor. He pressed on. “You took her family.” She shot again, starting to back up now. “You hurt her.” 
She tried to aim for part of his leg that wasn’t covered by armor but he dropped his knee, the bolt hitting his thigh where he was protected. “You will pay.” 
He closed in quickly, igniting his flame thrower. She screamed, her clothes and hair catching fire quickly. She dropped to the ground, writhing in pain, trying to extinguish the flames. He kept the weapon running as he drew closer, keeping her burning, her screams cracking in her throat. 
It wasn’t long before she stilled, her body still burning. Din cut the flamethrower, panting for breath as he watched the fire consume her. The building trembled again. He pulled more stolen thermal detonators from his belt, setting the timers on them and throwing them into the hall and around the room before joining you on the ship. He closed the gate and removed his glove, delicately holding your cheek in his hand. Your skin was still so soft against him, even damaged and bruised. You leaned into his touch, a tear slipping down your cheek. 
“Are you satisfied, Cyare?” 
You pressed your lips together and nodded, looking up at him like you were about to break. 
“Close your eyes for me,” he said softly. You obeyed. With his free hand, he lifted his helmet just enough to expose his lips, pressing them gently to your forehead. He breathed you in, bloody but still smelling like you, his body calming now that he could touch you again. You melted into his kiss, a choking sob slipping from you. He pulled back and secured the helmet, delicately brushing your lashes with this thumb when it was safely in place. 
He took his seat in the cockpit, you and the pod with the child safely behind him. He took off, pulling the ship out of the hanger and entering the upper atmosphere just as the palace collapsed into the sand behind him. 
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