#then it would definitely look like a hidden garden :3

[spiffyspidr]

That is a beautiful garden, like wow!! :D

And look at those adorable doggos! <:

[queenjunothegreat]

I told you all that Star Trek was my most self-indulgent fic concept, but that's not true. I can ALWAYS bust out my Kingdom Hearts AUs

[nymphea0]

The Duke And His secret

Yan! Matthias x Reader

Oneshot Story.

Warnings : mentions of nudity, use of power, mention of sleeping pills, Bird corpse, some light mature content.

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Manhwa : 울어 봐, 빌어도 좋고.Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Cry, Even if You Pray.

Author & Ilustration : Solche & Van J.

Word Count : 3.25K word.

Hi Neva again... i didn't post any story a few days ago, mybe? i always forget that i have a tumblr TvT... hope you all are doing well and having a nice day, i never expected my last story character manhwa Ishakan will be liked so much, i'm glad you all like my story, mybe after this story i will update Ishakan's story soon.

Well, for your information. Solche, the author who made Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Has 3 other stories too!, Solche has a style of writing stories in dark romance but realistic version? I'm not so sure. And all the stories, every ML character is a complex character in each of the 3 stories, Matthias is the darkest black character among them all, He is the definition of Black Fleg, not a red flag, but black!, I wonder if you all like it if I write this character again? Like Bastian and Bjorn?.

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my first oneshot story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

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Birds chirp throughout the Arvis paradise forest, so green and beautiful, so fertile and very pleasing to the eye to see every corner.

But the beauty must be broken by the loud sound of the nobles' annual hunting rifles in the Arvis region.

The sound of horse hooves and the barking of hunting dogs accompany every corner of the Arvis paradise forest.

Three pairs of teenagers are running along the outskirts of the road that is indeed not passed by the nobles.

Layla Llewellyn, Kyle Etman, and you.

Each of you holds a small shovel to bury every bird carcass from the nobles' hunt that lies pitifully along the hunting path.

"They're crazy! How could they be so relaxed hunting such beautiful animals!" Again, it will always be like this, where Layla will complain and cry, and Kyle will calm her down, while you, well you just sigh and dirty your dress.

Lyla is the niece of the gardener of the Arvis residence, Kyle is the son of a doctor, while you, you are just the daughter of an Earl from an empire quite far from the Berg empire.

Your soft and smooth white dress is now dirty from the dirt from the action of burying the bird's corpse, while Kyle is busy calming the crying Lyla.

While you are busy digging the ground you feel someone watching you, slowly raising your head, looking straight there your Amethyst eyes collide with sky-blue eyes, the eyes of the young duke of Arvis, Matthias Von Herhardt, Arvis's perfect work from the Berg empire, a skilled hunter, the , Lyla's natural enemy who loves birds.

There he is, on his horse, still fully dressed for hunting, tall, handsome and masculine, no wonder all the women in Berg want to marry him.

That's what's in your mind, you just stare at him for a moment then go back to burying the bodies of these poor birds.

"Come on Lyla, there's no point in crying, let's bury them properly"

Kyle's voice was very loud but gentle when calming Lyla who was busy crying

In the end you spent the afternoon together burying the carcasses of birds from the nobles' annual hunt.

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Walking in your now dirty white dress, it was certain that the maids and especially your mother would scold you.

Lyla she just looked at you and smiled guiltily with Kyle beside her who also looked at you guiltily.

"Well, you guys should take me to hidden places in this Arvis forest, as payment for me burying all the bird corpses" Kyle and Lyla spoke softly excitedly, especially Lyla who hugged you tightly.

"Of course!! We will definitely take you to a place you've never seen!"

Look at these two cinnamon rolls, they are so cute!.

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You still remember when you first arrived in the Berg Empire, the Arvis region, your mother's hometown. Your father is an Earl who fell in love with your mother, the daughter of a Baron from Arvis, they met at the annual event of nobles from all over the world held in the Berg Empire.

From their love you came, your father loves and cares for you very much, you inherited your mother's soft and beautiful face, while the rest, like snow-white hair, and your Amethyst Eyes you got from your father.

The combination of your father and mother, this is also what makes your grandmother and grandfather spoil and love you very much, they are like seeing your father but the female version.

In addition to the fact that your father loves your mother and you very much, your father made a small agenda that every 2 years you, your mother, and your father, will visit the Berg Empire, your mother's hometown Arvis.

The baron's residence is very different from the earl's residence where you live, if the Earl's residence is full of white buildings that have intricate carvings and statues that you will wonder which is the main residence, then the Baron's residence is only a 2-story building that is not so big with a fairly large yard.

Well, whatever it is, home is home.

That was when you first met Lyla and Kayle, at that time you were still 11 years old, and now you are 14 years old.

This is the second time you have visited your mother's hometown. For you, Arvis is beautiful, especially the forest, but your instincts say that behind the beauty there must always be ugliness that is hidden tightly, but you don't know what the ugliness is.

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After separating from Lyla and Kyle, you were scolded by your mother to the fullest. That is a sign that your mother loves you very much.

While your father just laughed out loud seeing your condition.

"Well, I thought our stray kitten likes to explore Tera, look at her hair, Hahaha" laughing out loud until he almost spilled the coffee in his hand.

"Don't defend her Vincent! This could become a habit!"

Finally you and your father knelt down with your mother holding a broom standing upright scolding the two of you who were behaving immaturely and childishly. The baron's residence is as comfortable as Arvis' heaven and the servants greatly adore your harmonious family atmosphere which is very different from other nobles.

Your father's name is Vincent Zeredith Von Alvern. A noble from an empire quite far from the Berg Empire.

Your mother's name is Teresa Von Adelaide.

Your father is a noble with the title of earl of the Alvern Territory.

And your mother is the daughter of a baron from the Berg Empire, the Arvis Territory, the Adelaide Baron family.

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The afternoon where this is your second day in Arvis, you visit the Berg Empire, Meet the emperor and empress.

After visiting your father and mother let you go exploring within a period of only the Arvis forest and nothing more.

Running excitedly, the lilac dress that fits your body moves gently in the wind, Your snow-white hair moves gently as you run, you wait at the usual place where Lyla and Kyle and you chatted 2 years ago, at a large tree, a willow tree.

You stood under a willow tree looking around the beautiful Arvis Lake, butterflies flying around you, various colors.

You sat looking at Arvis Lake while waiting for Lyla and Kyle to come.

Unfortunately you did not know and did not realize that, at Arvis Lake, someone had been watching you closely.

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Matthias as usual at the age of 17, did his noble routine as a duke of Arvis and.

That afternoon was very hot, naked, Matthias swam around Arvis Lake in the Annex, a private place that not many people visited, while swimming, Matthias saw the willow tree that Layla usually sat on, the same tree where he caught Layla accidentally seeing him swimming naked.

For Matthias Layla was just an ordinary girl, a girl who went through a normal life path in Arvis.

expert layla what matthias saw was you, busy laughing softly playing with the butterflies around you, your long and soft white hair for matthias was like snow in spring.

If lyla is the sun and a little bird, then you are snow and a kitten.

Matthias already knows you even if you don't know him.

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Imperial palace berg

Matthias, 11 years old.

With his mother Elysee von herhardt, and his grandmother Norma Catharina Von herhardt, chatting with various nobles from all over the empire.

Looking around matthias' eyes accidentally saw the other side of the room where he saw a girl who he thought was 8 years old.

A petite body, a soft and smooth blue dress, the type of noble child in general, but that white hair, for matthias it was like the white color of snow.

Time passed quite a long time, but the main event was not over yet, bored looking around and only chatting with the old noble. Matthias excused himself to go to the imperial garden.

Tak

Tak

Tak

The sound of his leather shoes with quite sharp heels made quite a loud noise in the middle of his journey to the garden.

Upon arriving at the garden, Matthias saw the girl again, the same girl he saw at the imperial party.

There the girl stood in the middle of the rose garden, busy looking at the roses that were as red as blood, a stark contrast to her snow-white hair.

Whether he realized it or not, little Matthias was already by the side of the girl who stole his attention.

"Do you like roses?"

In Matthias' entire life, it had never occurred to him to start a conversation first, but here he was, talking to a girl who he estimated was not that far from him.

The white-haired girl turned around and looked at Matthias in confusion.

Bright amethyst eyes met sky-blue eyes. Purple and blue.

Matthias in his life he had never seen someone with amethyst eyes like the girl in front of him.

Usually the colors he saw were hazel, gray, yellow, blue, dark blue, and green, but purple... that was something new.

The snow-haired girl answered.

"I like it, why ask?"

Matthias was not sure but as if his mouth moved on its own and answered.

"I also like roses just like you"

That night. Matthias never asked the name of the snow-haired girl with purple Amethyst eyes.

Neither his mother nor grandmother knew that he met a girl who was not much different from him, at the annual noble event in the corner of the world.

For Matthias the snow-white-haired girl with purple amethyst eyes was his secret, his little secret that he didn't want people to know.

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Matthias swam in the Arvis lake, annex, staring at you who was busy looking at butterflies, not realizing that someone was staring at you.

He saw you 2 days ago, with the doctor's son and the gardener's nephew, for Matthias Kyle is a volatile teenager, Layla is an ordinary girl and you, for Matthias you are noble lady who befriends a commoner? Clearly that is a deviation from social life of aristocrat.

A deviant noblewoman who hangs out with commoners.

Busy burying the carcasses of birds hunted by nobles and himself.

For Matthias, Layla is a girl who likes to cry, is troublesome and goes the wrong way.

And you for Matthias are a deviant noble lady, who really likes to dirty your dress, you look like a cat who is not aware of being covered in mud all over her body.

Chuckling softly, how could he forget you. you, the same girl he met 6 years ago, his little secret.

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That afternoon you were busy playing with Lyla and Kayle, walking slowly along the Arvis forest path or people call it Arvis heaven.

Busy staring at the wild flowers and you saw a wild rose bush, with white and pink colors that clashed. Once again you ruined your dress, well anyway the roses were beautiful and you didn't expect a white stray kitten to be caught there.

Feeling pity and sympathy you knelt down which made your dress that was already torn by the thorns of the wild bushes become even more damaged by the dirt of the ground, slowly releasing the white kitten. which was caught between the tendrils of wild grass you didn't even realize that your chain bracelet with amethyst diamonds was caught there, fortunately there were no wounds on the cute cat, you put the kitten gently on the ground.

The white kitten was busy licking its tiny feet, you had to restrain yourself from squeezing and kissing the kitten affectionately.

You were busy admiring the white kitten until you didn't realize a horse neighing sound was right not far behind you, you turned around slowly, there you saw, the young duke Arvis in his hunting suit, you saw him holding his rifle, the rifle was pointing right in the middle of the position, between you and the white kitten.

You felt that this young duke wanted to hunt the kitten, quickly you stood up and in a position to block the duke's rifle

"Don't! Duke do you also hunt a cats?! Aren't birds enough for you?"

Looking annoyed at the duke arvis who had now gotten off his horse.

Walking slowly the young duke arvis stopped in front of you, he was tall, sturdy and fit, the body type of a trained soldier.

You were only as tall as his chest, amethyst and blue eyes collided with each other.

"Duke? Do you know who I am?" A soft and deep voice came from the duke in front of you.

"Who doesn't know the duke, the perfect work of god from the arvis region, the young duke herhardt, Matthias Von Herhardt"

You answered casually which was answered by a chuckle from him.

You almost wanted to slap his face, you didn't know why but you didn't like the way he chuckled! Just almost.

"You know me, but I don't know you, why don't you introduce yourself to me?" Matthias' soft but deep baritone voice spoke to you.

You introduced yourself to him.

"Which family are you from?" Matthias asked you again.

"Alvern, Roshanette Empire, Alvern Territory"

Answering casually because you don't want to be familiar with this man!.

Silence fell on the two people, the man was busy staring at the woman, while the woman was busy staring at the kitten that was right under his left foot.

Because you didn't want to linger there with the young duke Arvis, you gently picked up the kitten.

"Nice to meet you, Duke, have a nice day"

Then you went to take the kitten away from him.

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Matthias he was still standing there staring at the place where you were standing in front of him.

You were so small, so fragile, Matthias was sure that if he touched an inch of your hand, maybe you would be crushed in his grip.

When he was about to return to his horse, Matthias' eyes accidentally caught the soft gleam of the wild grass tendrils.

Walking slowly towards the weeds, crouching down and there Matthias saw, the diamond chain bracelet that had an amethyst color was caught around the weeds.

Grinning slowly, Matthias took the bracelet, even when the bracelet was in his hand, it was very small, Matthias measured the hole of the bracelet on his finger, and it only fit 3 fingers.

Chuckling softly Matthias returned to his horse while carrying the item he took happily and he was not sure whether to return it or not.

Unfortunately for Matthias that was the last time you and him met.

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7 years, 7 years Matthias has not seen you, he still keeps your bracelet that he stole secretly take and never returned to you.

For 7 long years, he had to go through 2 years of war, a time when he pretended to be engaged to his distant cousin, Claudine, many rumors fell on him saying that he was playing behind his back with Lyla, the gardener's niece just because Matthias liked to make her cry like accidentally throwing her hat to the lake and almost drowned.

Or hunted migratory animals just to say the sentence that Layla was just an ordinary girl and to make layla know her place .

His engagement with Claudine ended in failure because Claudine loved Rittie, her other distant cousin.

And the engagement between Layla and Kyle, 2 unstable teenagers who were strange in Matthias' eyes.

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That night Matthias, his grandmother and his mother ate quietly, only the sound of spoons and forks could be heard

"Matthias, how long will you continue to reject proposals from several noble families?"

Elysee his mother looked at Matthias with tired eyes.

While his grandmother just chuckled softly.

"Are you really with that garden girl ?!"

Elysee stared at Matthias' eyes uneasy.

Matthias he just ate and drank quietly he didn't even answer his mother's question.

"Matthias Von Herhardt! Answer your mother!." Staring fiercely at Matthias, her only child, Elysee, gripped the fork and knife tightly in her hands.

"Mother, even flies will be attracted to dirt rather than rumors of nobles"

Matthias spoke with an authoritative language, if traced, Matthias said that did his mother prefer to hear rumors of nobles that were not true?

Before Elysee had time to speak, Matthias said again.

"1 month, give me 1 month, and I will bring a wife, mother"

After saying that, Matthias left the dining room.

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You, 21 years old, very young and beautiful, you are currently at the age where noble ladies get married.

But instead of getting married, your parents asked you to focus on studying and pursuing your dreams, make yourself happy and have fun.

You are studying medicine, mental health and psychology.

You are currently in the Berg Empire, after 7 years of never returning.

Unlike 7 years ago where you were with your parents, this time you were alone, considering you were old enough.

You visited only for a moment, to see Kyle and Lyla who were getting married.

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Currently you were at the baron's residence of your mother's family, even though your grandparents had passed away, the baron's residence was still well maintained.

You spent the remaining 2 days shopping and helping Layla.

The 3rd day, you spent your time in the Arvis forest alone.

Staring around the forest that you passed through 7 years ago with Kyle and Layla, you didn't expect that now they would be getting married.

You stared at a flock of birds flying, until you felt a cold metal object pressing against the back of your head.

Turning slowly, exactly about 3 feet away, stood the duke of Arvis, Matthias von Herhardt! The man you least wanted to meet!

Matthias stood in all his glory pointing his hunting rifle at you.

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Matthias thinks you are too much, leaving without saying goodbye and then coming so suddenly, how can he be calm when his heart beats so fast just by muttering your name, just by seeing you breathe.

You haven't changed at all, for Matthias you are still the white-haired girl, the noble lady who got into the hang out with commoners, and the noble lady who is like a stray cat who likes to dirty her dress with dirt and mud.

"Duke, do you intend to kill me?"

Asking Matthias carefully.

Instead of lowering his muzzle, Matthias chuckled and said

"Why is that? Are you afraid of me?"

You looked at Matthias in disgust.

"Everyone would be afraid if a stranger suddenly pointed a gun at their head"

Again, Matthias only answered with a laugh that seemed to be mocking you.

"Well, it's not wrong"

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Unfortunately, that afternoon you spent being forced to accompany Matthias hunting! He used his authority, saying that you were in his territory, and someone who was not from this territory had to obey the orders of the one who held the highest position.

You felt like slapping, hitting, and swearing at the man sitting on his horse! As for you?! You were walking holding his rifle that you were sure weighed almost 4 kg!

This duke is crazy! He must be the incarnation of the devil!

"Lady, are you cursing me?" Matthias grinned slightly, looking down at where you were walking while holding his rifle.

"I'm not the duke, why should I even do that?"

Answering half-truthfully. You almost rolled your eyes in annoyance!

Matthias he just grinned slightly looking at you, it was very clear to him that you were cursing him, it was very entertaining for him, your expression really wanted to make him bite your cheek in annoyance. He had to be patient, just a little longer, and you would be his.

That afternoon you spent your time reluctantly becoming Matthias' assistant.

You are only 5 days in the Berg Empire after that you will return to the Roshanette Empire, Alvern region.

Unfortunately for you it seems like it was just a dream for you.

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You don't know what what happened to you, after becoming Matthias's hunting rifle assistant that afternoon, right when Matthias was taking you back to Baron Adelaide's residence.

You felt like your head was hit by a very hard object, before you even had time to be inside the residence, you only saw darkness and a warm arm hugging you.

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The Annex, another residence in the main area of ​​the Herhardt residence, was Matthias's main house, Matthias's main residence as a duke and where he relaxed and was himself. Surrounded by the clear Arvis lake which was connected by a pier that was integrated with his residence in the Annex.

Slowly smoking a tobacco cigarette, Matthias stared at you there, his little secret, sleeping soundly in his bed.

Matthias knew this was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, he had held himself back enough, looking around the room, which was currently very messy, furniture was destroyed, clothes were scattered, and the bed was very messy.

Matthias has claimed you as his, maybe you will hate him, but Matthias doesn't care, it took him 7 years to realize that he loves you, love? Matthias wanted to laugh so much, in his entire life, he never thought he could fall in love and feel love.

Slowly extinguishing his cigarette, Matthias walked towards the bed, opening your legs a little, that's where Matthias saw the remaining traces of your love activities left behind.

Chuckling softly, Matthias looked at you, your eyes were swollen from crying, even though you were on sleeping pills, you were still able to refuse him.

Looking at your ring finger which now has a diamond ring embedded in it.

Tomorrow Matthias will marry you, make you Duchess Herhardt and tell your parents in the Roshanette Empire, that their child is married.

Matthias only needs 1 week to find a wife, which is you, and 1 month is a phrase that Matthias plays with and gives to his mother as another form of sentence, namely

"In 1 month I will give you a grandson and bring a wife , so be patient mother, soon you will have daughter in law and became a grandma".

Matthias has got you, his, his life, his woman, his wife, the mother of his children, his little secret.

Even if you try to run away from him, Matthias will lock you away from the outside world, whatever it is you are his.

Kissing your forehead softly, Matthias looks at you with love, passion and a deep sense of possessiveness and obsession.

You are his little secret, his secret that he really doesn't want anyone else to see, hear or interact with. Because you are his.

His secret, his little secret.

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secret Feelings - OP81 x Y/N

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Y/N

warnings: nothing except pure fluff (maybe a bit angsty tbh)

Summary: Y/N is torn about confessing her feelings to her close friend, Oscar, during a birthday party. Despite her fears, she decides to tell him. 

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Authors Note: Please note that English is not my native language, so please be kind. It hasn't been proofread. I am open to any suggestions, ideas, comments, or criticism:) Thx for reading <3 

Does he know? Does he not know? Should I tell him? Or should I wait and hope he figures it out himself? Would he even notice? Maybe he already knows and ignores it because he doesn't feel the same… Ohhh nooooo. We’re not thinking about that now, Y/N! This is Oscar – if he didn’t at least have some feelings for you, he wouldn’t be so close to you all the time. He wouldn’t always save a seat for you next to him, or put his hands on your shoulders when he stands behind you. He wouldn’t regularly try to make eye contact at social events to check if you’re okay, and above all, you wouldn’t talk on the phone every day.

I look beside me. Oscar and I are sitting in the garden with friends, celebrating a birthday. The sun is setting, and the last golden rays of the day shine through Oscar’s light brown hair. His cute side profile looks even better in this light. I just sit there and watch him with a slight smile on my face. Since he started driving for McLaren in Formula 1, he’s been traveling a lot, and moments like these, where I can just look at him in peace, are rare. That’s why I cherish this one even more. He’s living his dream, and I couldn’t be prouder of him! Oscar and I have known each other for about 1 ½ years, and I’ve had a small crush on him for just as long. Okay… maybe a big crush, but that’s not important.

He turns his head towards me and sees me smiling. He smiles back and takes my hand, which is resting on my lap, in his.

Oscar leans slightly towards me. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

I look into his eyes and nod. “Yeah, I can’t complain about anything!”

“That’s very good... yeah, really good. Um, I’d like to take a walk around the block before I leave later, just to stretch my legs a bit before I drive back to Oxford. Will you join me?” he asks with a friendly grin on his lips. I say I’ll come, and follow him out of the garden. Oscar offers me his arm, saying, “Would the lady care to link arms?”

“I’d never say no to that offer!”

I link my arm with his, and we walk a few meters in silence. It’s a very comfortable silence. I don’t think I’ve ever had an awkward silence with Oscar because he exudes such calm that you can just enjoy the moment without talking. It’s really good for me, and I notice that every time, as do the people around us. I’m very excitable and emotional. I talk a lot, and when I’m nervous or stressed, I can be quite exhausting. In those moments, Oscar is always my anchor. Even though I’m a very outgoing and extroverted person, I often need a retreat to recharge and feel safe. And that safe place is definitely the man walking next to me.

Oscar looks down at me with a slight frown, half-hidden by a strand of hair on his forehead.

“Are you sure everything’s okay? You’ve been so quiet and lost in thought all day. That’s not like you at parties,” he says with a slightly worried tone.

We’ve gotten closer over the past few months, but I’m afraid of losing what we have if I tell him I feel more than just friendship. I look away slightly, blinking away the small tears that come at the thought of possibly losing him. He stops, stands in front of me, and turns my face towards him with his hand.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Please talk to me, I’m really starting to worry, sweetie.”

I look into his eyes, which now seem very concerned. There’s no way out of this now, and I have to tell him. “Osc… I… there’s actually something on my mind,” I say, sniffling. A few small tears escape from the corners of my eyes. “Please don’t be mad or put off. I really don’t want to lose you, you mean too much to me. But not just as a friend, more than friends, if you know what I mean. I really, really like you. But I understand if you don’t feel the same way. Oh God, of course you don’t feel the same way, but I hope I don’t lose you because of this. Why am I even saying this? I’m just ruining everything. Oh God, oh God...,” I ramble, tears streaming down my cheeks. Oscar looks at me and starts laughing. First quietly, then louder. 

Wow, I expected many reactions, but not this. My sad expression turns into a slightly angry and confused one. Just as I’m about to turn and leave, Oscar grabs my arm and turns me back to him.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. That reaction wasn’t the best choice. But did you really think I didn’t know? It took exactly two weeks, and my friends were already telling me about the hearts in your eyes when you look at me. And from that point on, I couldn’t miss them either. And don’t worry, I feel the same way. I know how insecure you get with deep feelings. I’m the same way. That’s why I didn’t want to pressure you and just let things develop naturally between us. So no, I’m not mad, I’m not put off, and you definitely won’t lose me, quite the opposite. Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same way?”

I exhale in relief and nervously wring my hands before Oscar takes them in his.

“Somehow, I knew you felt something for me because the way you are with me is different from how you are with your other friends. But I couldn’t be sure. And oh God, was I really that obvious? How embarrassing. I’m sorry. But you have no idea how happy I am that you feel the same way. I should have done this much earlier, with the whole open communication about feelings and stuff.”

“Yeah, there are a few things I would have liked to do much earlier...”

I raise my eyebrows questioningly as his face gets closer to mine. Oscar looks into my eyes and then at my lips. His gaze keeps shifting between the two. My heart starts to beat faster, and my mouth goes dry. His lips meet mine, and my eyes close. It’s an explosion of emotions, and I kiss him back. Our small kiss turns into more until we hear cheering and clapping from behind us. Oscar pulls away from me and laughs as he looks behind me. I turn around and see some of our friends a few meters away, grinning widely. They’re whistling and clapping, shouting cheers.

“Seems like this conversation wasn’t just overdue for us, right?” Oscar says, laughing as he wraps an arm around me.

“Yeah, and obviously I wasn’t as subtle with my feelings as I thought. Haha, I really need to work on that!”

“No! You never need to hide your feelings again, they’re far too precious!”

He leans down and gives me a very heartfelt kiss on the forehead.

[silent-stories]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟒

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Your house is full of people but you are still waiting for him.

Part 3

There were too many people and they were definitely too loud. Your house was full of groups of people scattered in different rooms dancing to some terrible music they had put on, laughing, joking and drinking and the only person you really wanted to be there with you was not there.

At least not yet.

"My room is off limits to all of you!" You yelled as you made your way through the sea of ​​people. "Try to enter and you'll see!"

You weren't sure anyone heard you, though.

You dropped onto the couch in the corner of your livingroom with a sigh as your gaze fell on Aaron talking to Jason across the room.

It came natural to you rolling your eyes at the sight of them; Aaron's smile bothered you more and more every time you saw him and Jason had drunk a disgusting amount of whiskey.

You really wished Robin had come but she told you her mom didn't let her out so late.

At least no one was using the pool outside.

"Hey, Y/N!" Aaron raised a hand to get your attention, yelling to be heard over the loud music. "Aren't you coming to dance with us?"

"No thanks! I'm fine sitting here." You answered quickly.

If you ever danced with anyone, they were the last people in the world you wanted to dance with.

You couldn't wait for that stupid party to be over and everyone to go back to their homes but since they had started arriving around 11pm you were sure they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

You found yourself looking out the window, scanning your garden where some guys were smoking and talking to each other, looking for him.

Because you were still hoping Eddie would show up.

You knew he'd said "maybe" and that didn't mean he'd come but you couldn't help but keep hoping because that hope was the only thing you were holding on to endure that night.

You weren't stupid, you knew he had said he wasn't sure if he would be there or not because of all the other people at the party, like Jason who didn't spend a single day of his life yelling "freak" at him when he saw him in the hallway and everyone who laughed when he did that.

And you wouldn't have been mad at Eddie or disappointed if he didn't show up because you knew his situation but part of you hoped that he trusted you enough to know that you weren't going to let anyone say something bad about him inside your house, that you would always protect him.

At that moment, you saw your cat walking between people's feet and when Aaron almost ran over her as he went to get a bottle of beer from the fridge without even worrying about it, you got up and quickly reached her, taking her in your arms and carrying her to the couch with you.

"I don't like this party either." You said as you put her back down after petting her head, receiving a "meow" in response, and your gaze returned to the window.

This time however there was something different.

A van you knew too well was parked across the road from your house, slightly hidden by a tree.

But it was there.

And it was Eddie's van.

You suddenly stood up as if something had stung you and you headed for the door of your house.

You felt the cool night air on your bare skin as you went outside and you saw the heads of the guys who were still out there turning in your direction, probably wondering if you were leaving your own party.

But you didn't mind about them, because Eddie was there now.

When you reached his van, you circled around it, to find him leaning against its side, facing your neighbors house so no one at the party could see him yet.

"Hey." You smiled.

He raised his head and a shy smile appeared on his lips when he saw you too. "Hi."

You always liked his smile but that one time it wasn't the same as always and you noticed it right away.

"You don't know how glad I am you came." You positioned yourself in front of him and from his expression you understood that something was wrong.

"I can't." He said as he began to play with the silver rings on his fingers.

"You can't do what?"

"I can't come in and you know it." He muttered.

"Eddie-"

"You're you. And I'm me. And there's a lot of people in there. And I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry because I really want to spend more time with you but I can't. I can't if they're there too." He lifted his head and looked at you with his big chocolate brown eyes, reminding you so much of a scared puppy at the side of the road.

"It's okay." You whispered. You didn't know why you felt the need to say it, you just wanted that expression on his face to disappear, that broken look in his eyes to leave, and his usual smile that you liked so much to return.

"Don't be mad at me, please. I just came to tell you how things are. To tell you I really want to, but I can't."

"I could never be mad at you, Eddie."

He gave you that look again and you wanted so much to hug him, hold him close and tell him everything was going to be fine.

"I have an idea." You said instead.

"What?" He frowned.

"I have an idea." You repeated. "We'll only have to go inside for a second."

His eyes were still saying "I can't".

"Please." You reached out a hand to him. "It will be just a moment, I promise." Your voice was tender.

Eddie stared at it like a hesitant animal scared that someone might hurt him.

"Do you trust me?" You asked.

He nodded.

You smiled.

Then he grabbed your hand.

As you guided him to the door of your house, speeding through your garden, Eddie felt like a lamb getting closer and closer to the slaughter, he felt like it was a trap.

He knew you would never do that, that you wouldn't let him in the house just so people could laugh at him but he couldn't shake that feeling that was telling him to turn and run away.

He squeezed your hand tighter and took a deep breath as he crossed the threshold of the door, entering the house.

He quickly noticed some people he'd seen before at school, some cheerleaders, some members of the basketball team from their fifth grade, Aaron and Jason.

Their eyes were all on him.

Suddenly Eddie felt like he was seven years old again, when the kids of his class invited him to a party and he only found out that it had been cancelled when he showed up.

Or maybe there had never been any party.

The only difference was that this time the party was real and everyone was watching him. Holding your hand.

Eddie wondered if you knew what you were getting yourself into, what stupid way you had decided to doom yourself.

You led Eddie through the flood of people seemingly heading to the other side of the house where a corridor led to the other rooms, still holding his hand in yours, giving him just that little bit of security he badly needed at that moment.

A hand on your shoulder suddenly made you turn around.

"What's the freak doing here?" Spat Jason, now in front of you, Eddie could smell the alcohol on his breath even from his position.

The voice in his head kept repeating the word "trap".

"It's my party. So I invite whoever I want. Who invited you, instead? Because I certainly didn't fucking do it."

Jason stared at you with his bloodshot eyes, opened his mouth to say something and then closed it, finding nothing to argue with.

"Exactly." You said before walking past him, not forgetting to bump your shoulder into his as you passed him and pulled Eddie with you, away from the music, the crowd and their prying eyes.

The last thing you saw before leaving the room was Aaron's gaze, cold and fixed on you, as if he was the one of the two who was mad.

He looked like a predator waiting in the shadows for its prey to approach or get distracted to spring forward and attack. For a moment you even thought that he would, that he would go after you.

But he didn't.

You only left Eddie's hand when you opened a door and softly pushed him inside and he immediately began to miss the feeling of safety he only felt when your hand was in his. He glimpsed a cat darting between your legs and sneaking into the room with you before I closed the door.

"It's a little messy but we'll make it right." You said as you sat on the edge of the bed in the room.

That was the moment Eddie realized he was in your bedroom.

It wasn't very big but it certainly was compared to Eddie's room in his trailer, and the walls were covered in posters and drawings.

It wasn't perfect but it was so you.

And maybe for that very reason, in a certain way it was perfect.

"Why did you bring me here?" He asked again looking around, realizing that finally he didn't need to scream anymore to hear his voice since in that part of the house the music was distant and muffled.

"You said you wanted to spend more time with me, didn't you?" You took off your boots and left them at the foot of the bed, then settled yourself with your back against the wooden headboard. "I have plenty of movies that we can see and we have all night since the others don't seem to want to leave." You added by pointing at the small tv in your room.

He liked how you referred to the people at the party as "the others," almost as if it was just you two and "the others" in the world.

Eddie thought that if a month earlier someone had told him that that day he would have been in your room, and you would have offered him to watch movies with you all night while in your own house there was a party going on, he would never have believed it.

"Are you gonna sit or not?" You exclaimed, reaching towards him who was still standing, grabbing his arm and making him fall on the bed next to you.

And Eddie laughed, really laughed for the first time that night.

He laughed because he was grateful that you brought him there with you, that you didn’t leave him with the people at the party and he was simply grateful that you were a part of his life.

At that moment, the cat who had entered the room with you jumped onto the bed and walked slowly towards Eddie, her little paws sinking into the mattress.

The cat sniffed Eddie's hand and he giggled, then ran his ringed fingers through her fur as she began to purr.

You laughed. "Her name is Bones."

"What kind of name is Bones?"

"I found her in the trash can behind my house, some kind of monster had left her there. And she was just skin and bones when I took her home with me, that's where the name comes from." You explained as the cat curled up on Eddie's lap.

"Hi bones." Eddie said as he stroked the space between the cat's little ears. "I like her."

But I like you better.

"She likes you too." You smiled.

Eddie for a moment almost thought you were talking about someone else.

You spent all night watching movies next to him, your shounders touching, going from horror to adventure to fantasy.

You didn't tell him how glad you were that he was there, that he trusted you when he grabbed your hand and that you would have happily spent the rest of your life in your room with him, watching movies and listening to the stupid but funny comments he made from time to time.

You hoped he knew.

You liked the way he interacted with Bones, how he spoke to her in a soft, calm tone of voice and how he gently petted her fur.

When you saw moments like that one, you wondered how people could think he was the leader of a satanic cult, how they could still call him "freak" even though Eddie was the complete opposite.

Sometimes you turned to him, finding the colored lights from the TV reflecting off his face and always the same thought would appear in your head.

He's pretty.

He wasn't in the same way that Aaron was, with his blond hair and green eyes, he was in an unconventional way, in a way that made you want to run your hands through his dark curls and look into his puppy eyes for hours.

It was after three in the morning when you and Eddie realized that there were no more voices, laughter and music.

You both walked out of your room, looking around and finding your house empty and in a complete mess.

Bottles and glasses were scattered everywhere, some even broken into pieces. Crumbs and spilled alcohol covered the floor. There were also some feathers lying around the room so probably someone had had a pillow fight.

"Great. Really great." You commented, already thinking that you would have kept cleaning everything until morning.

You were about to tell Eddie he could go home but he spoke first.

"Where do we start from?" He asked, walking over to the cushions on the floor and picking them up.

Of course Eddie wasn't going to leave you alone.

You couldn't help but smile.

Part 5

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Could you right a zombie apocalypse au with dabi? I don’t have any idea about how it could go but always love the only one bed trope haha

The Trade Part 1 - A Dabi x Reader Zombie AU

Splitting this into parts because it was getting too long. Part one has no smut (but there will be plenty in part two, don’t worry!).

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Smut to follow in part two, strong language, violence, implied (failed) rape attempt, etc. 18+.

The first time you saw the mysterious black haired man in the woods, you were convinced he was one of them. After all, in the shadows of the trees his extensive, deep purple scarring had looked like wounds. He’d walked slowly, almost lumbering. It wasn’t until later that you realized his unusual gait was due to him dragging a large animal behind him. 

When he emerged from the forest and into the sunlight, with you watching silently from the tree line, you finally understood that this was no zombie. It was a scarred man who had just killed a deer for his supper. 

From there, you followed him to a clearing by the road, where a rusty white van was parked. You stayed hidden just inside the woods as you watched him set up camp around the van. He drove plastic gardening stakes into the ground all around him, then wrapped some sort of wire around them, marking a perimeter. He then methodically tied empty cans in sets of threes to the wire, every few feet. It seemed like a lot of work, but it would definitely alert him if a zombie wandered into his area. 

He didn’t seem to have any system in place to detect human interlopers though, as they could easily spot the cans and step over them. Either he was foolish enough to believe he was completely alone out here, or he was confident enough in his ability to defend himself that he wasn’t worried. You hoped it was the former. 

He started a small fire, then went to work skinning and cleaning the deer. You took note of the fact that he seemed to have plenty of supplies, including bottled water. You couldn’t help licking your dry lips. You’d been drinking water from a nearby river, but it was unfiltered, and sometimes made you sick. You drank as little of it as possible, so it kept you alive but you were persistently thirsty. 

When he began cooking the deer meat, you had a battle on your hands to keep your stomach from growling loudly enough to give away your presence. You reached into your tattered backpack and pulled out the last strip of rabbit jerky you had. A family you’d met over a week ago had given you some wrapped in paper, and you’d made it last as long as you could. Aside from a fish you’d managed to catch in the river and three potatoes you’d dug out of an abandoned garden, the jerky was all you’d eaten in ten days. 

The deer meat smelled delicious, but you didn’t dare approach. You had to observe this man for a while first. He’d pulled several things out of his van, so it clearly had lots of supplies inside. If you could learn his habits, maybe you could steal from him. You’d certainly done it before, to anyone who seemed to have more than they absolutely needed. 

Eventually you retreated further into the woods and climbed into a tree to sleep. It was the only way you could rest while knowing zombies roamed about. The next morning, the man with the van was gone, and you cursed yourself for sleeping so soundly. 

Two days later, you spotted the man coming out of a convenience store that had obviously been looted already. It was in a tiny, empty town, and you’d crept in to look for food. When you heard loud crashes and bangs coming from the store, you ducked into an alley across the street and watched. 

The glass door of the shop burst open as a zombie was seemingly thrown outside. As it tried to stand back up, the black haired man stepped out of the store, holding an aluminum baseball bat. He pressed his boot into the zombie’s chest to hold it down, then swung the bat, smashing the zombie’s head with one hit. 

Two more zombies followed him out of the store, and three others lumbered over from nearby streets, attracted to the commotion. You felt a sense of panic, even though you were hidden and far enough away that you could easily flee before any of them reached you. Zombies in general did not scare you. They were slow and dumb and easy to lure into traps. You’d killed plenty with your hunting knife. But in groups, they could be terrifying. Any more than three at a time sent you into flight mode. 

The man was surrounded by five zombies, but he didn’t seem worried or scared at all. In fact, he seemed… pissed off. 

He swung the bat with a fury that made you more nervous than the zombies did, splattering blood and brains all over the concrete beneath his feet. When only one was left, he hit it over and over, long after it had stopped moving and its head had been reduced to mush. 

“Motherfuckers!” he screamed. Then he panted as he regained his composure. He shoved the bat into a sling at his back and went back into the store. Later, he emerged carrying a crate full of stuff. You couldn’t see much of what he had, but you were pretty sure he had found some useful items left behind by looters. 

He climbed into his van and left. This time, you were not alarmed by losing sight of him. Clearly the two of you were traveling in the same direction, and even though he was traveling faster in his van, he was apparently making stops along the way, probably to hunt. You’d catch up to him again, you felt certain of it. 

You decided to venture into the store. It was very likely that he had cleared any zombies from the interior, and it had been several minutes since the fight outside and no other zombies had appeared. 

Inside, the shelves were almost completely bare, save for some trash and items deemed too useless to bother carrying around - toys, a pair of foam flip flops, a cane that looked too flimsy to be a proper mobility aid. You got down on the floor and looked under the shelves. A fellow survivor you met two months ago had told you about this trick. “People tend to be in a hurry when they’re gathering supplies,” he’d explained, “so they end up dropping stuff. Some of it ends up kicked under the shelves and the people who come in later don’t think to check there.”

Beneath the shelf to your right, you found a package of expired gummy bears. You ripped them open and shoved a handful in your mouth, savoring the juicy sweetness. They were the best gummy bears you’d ever eaten. When you had half the pack left, you rolled it down and pushed it into your backpack for later. 

Under the shelf to your left, you found a bottle of shampoo that was open and spilling out. You grabbed it and closed the lid. There was still over half a bottle left! You hadn’t shampooed your hair in over a month, so this would be a luxurious treat.

You found a few more items under the other shelves: a single battery that would fit your flashlight (you hoped it wasn’t drained), a small box of bandaids, and (most precious of all), an unopened bottle of sweet tea. 

These treasures safely tucked in your backpack, you left the store and headed in the same direction you’d seen the white van leave in.  As you passed by the alley you’d hidden in earlier, a pair of pale white hands suddenly reached out from it and grabbed your arm. You jerked free, repulsed by the feeling of cold, damp flesh on your skin. 

A single zombie shambled out of the alley, arms raised in front of it as it reached for you again, mouth biting the air in anticipation of tasting human meat. You backed away from it as you slid the hunting knife out of the holster on your thigh. In most cases, you chose not to fight or kill zombies. It was messy and, even in the best circumstances, risky. Plus it was a pain to sanitize your knife in a fire before using it to skin the small animals your sometimes caught. 

You looked back at the store. Should you lure it in there and shut the door? But that would leave a rather nasty surprise for the next person who came along and decided to check the store for supplies. You sighed and pulled your backpack off as you continued backing away, keeping a modest distance from the zombie. If there was a struggle, you didn’t want to risk your backpack being ripped or damaged. It was sturdy and easy to carry, and who knew when you’d come across another one? You dropped it on the ground and backed a few more feet away. 

Once you felt you were in a good position (plenty of open space in all directions so you could flee if necessary), you stopped and waited for the zombie to get closer. Once it was near enough to almost touch you with its outstretched arms, you quickly ducked around behind it and shoved your knife into its ear. The arms dropped, then the body collapsed onto the pavement. You retrieved the knife and breathed a sigh of relief as you wiped the blade off on the zombie’s shirt. 

Poor bastard. He died in the most hideous lime green T-shirt you’d ever seen. 

You picked up your backpack and left the small town, excited to drink some of your tea later in the evening. 

It took you four days to find the man with the van again, and it was totally by accident. You’d followed the nearby river to a waterfall. You’d grown up in this area, so you remembered there being a waterfall around here somewhere. Figuring it would be a great place to wash up and use that shampoo you found, you followed the sound of rushing water until you spotted it. 

The waterfall wasn’t huge, but it was high enough that falling from it would probably be dangerous. The water at the base of it, near where you stood, was only around four feet deep, as you recalled. You and your friends would occasionally go swimming there during particularly hot summers. You remembered picnics under the shade of the trees that lined the river, laughter as you took turns running into the falling water. The memories made you feel numb more than anything else. 

As you stood there beside a tree, you heard a loud splash. You ducked behind the tree by reflex, then peeked around it to see the man emerging from the water. Had he been under for the whole three or four minutes you’d been there? All your thoughts suddenly froze in your brain when you realized the man was completely naked. Apparently he also thought this was a good place to bathe. 

His body was marred by the same deep purple scarring that covered parts of his face and arms, like a patchwork. There was something oddly mesmerizing about those scars. He was lean, with just the right amount of muscle, and his black hair glistened in the sun as water dripped from the tips and ran down his torso. 

As he stepped out of the water, you couldn’t help stealing a glance at the rather impressive appendage between his legs. Even wet and cold, it looked pleasingly large. 

The man walked over to small brown bag and pulled out a towel. How had you missed that bag? Regardless, he toweled off and then spread the towel on the ground and sat down. He pulled a can of what looked like beer from the bag and cracked it open. Then he pulled out a tattered paperback book and leaned over on his side. 

Was he seriously just going to relax by the river… naked? That’s when you noticed the handle of some sort of weapon sticking out of the bag. He certainly wasn’t defenseless. You’d seen his incredible strength a few days before. 

With a start, you realized this was a great opportunity to check out his van. It had to be parked close by, and the man clearly planned to be there for a while. You took one more long look at his well toned body before tearing your eyes away and heading back into the woods. 

The trees were tall and their dark green foliage nearly blotted out the sunlight above you. But there was enough light to spot a white van amongst the browns and greens of the forest, so it didn’t take you long to find it. 

You approached carefully, remembering the man’s tendency to use traps and systems to alert him of danger. The leaves were moist and slippery under your feet, perfect for remaining silent as you stepped lightly around the van to reach the back. Then your heart dropped to your feet. 

The back doors of the van were covered in wire lined with metal cans. It would be physically impossible to open them without causing a huge racket. You checked the side doors, and they were locked tight. You had some experience breaking into vehicles, though you were definitely no expert. You peered in through the window, only to spot more wires and cans tied to the inside of each door. 

You sighed and walked away, heading back to the waterfall. When you reached the trees you’d hidden in before, the man was pulling on a faded black T-shirt over his ripped jeans.  He looked good in them. He gathered the rest of his belongings into the brown bag, zipped it up, and walked off in the direction of his van. He passed within twenty feet of you, but you were perfectly still behind a tree. 

You waited for a while after he left, to be sure he didn’t return for something he forgot, then you moved close to the water, slipped off your backpack and pulled out a few items. A change of clothes, a towel, and the shampoo you’d been saving. You stripped off your clothes, leaving only the thigh holster with your knife snapped inside. You washed the clothes you took off in the water then draped them over low branches in the nearby trees to dry. 

Finally, you stepped into the water and dipped your whole head in to get your hair wet. The water was cool, but not enough to be uncomfortable. It looked crystal clear and clean, and it soothed the various cuts and scrapes you’d incurred over the past several days. 

You squeezed out some shampoo before tossing the bottle onto the shore and lathering up your hair. It smelled heavenly! Like fresh flowers and honey. You rubbed the lather all over your body, figuring that if men had been using one product for their hair and bodies for years, so could you. 

Once you were covered in soap, you went over to the waterfall and stood under it, letting it rinse you clean. It felt so close to an actual shower, you nearly cried. 

You played around in the water for a little while, then stepped out and dried off before dressing in clean clothes. You relaxed by the water, just as the man had done, while waiting for your wet clothes to dry. The sun, reaching you now that you were out of the woods, felt warm on your skin. 

You left back through the woods, but just before you broke free of the tree line by the highway, you heard the distinctive sound of someone walking. Someone alive. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched, the noise so close that you whirled around to look for the source. 

Two men approached from the direction of down river. You could smell them from several yards away. Apparently being so close to the river had not inspired them to wash up, at all. They appeared to be in their mid thirties, both sporting unkempt beards and long, scraggly hair. Both carried backpacks, rifles on their backs, and numerous knives attached to their belts. 

These were exactly the sort of people you tried to avoid. In your time on your own, you only approached certain types: women, families, small mixed groups that seemed to get along with each other. You never approached single men, much less multiple men together with no woman in sight. 

Usually, you were extremely vigilant. You always spotted other people in plenty of time to hide or flee if they seemed like bad news. In the early weeks of the outbreak, when you’d first ventured out on your own, you’d met a younger girl who was exceptionally good at sneaking around and avoiding being caught by the living or the dead. You’d traveled with her for a while, learning her techniques as well as how to use a knife. Since then, you’d always managed to evade danger. But today you had dropped your guard. Perhaps the shower had been a little too relaxing. 

“Hey there,” one of the men said, throwing up his hand in a wave. 

You debated whether you should make a run for it or not. They had rifles, so they could probably shoot your legs out from under you if they wanted to. You stood completely still, watching them as they got closer. 

“You out here alone, girl?” 

“No,” you said, trying to keep your voice firm, “my friends are waiting for me just up the road.”

You hoped they would believe the lie, that they’d rather avoid getting into a fight with a group they knew nothing about. 

“That’s funny,” the other man said, “we walked along the road for a long time and we didn’t see anyone waiting for you. Are you sure they didn’t leave you behind?”

His tone made it clear that he didn’t believe you. Shit. How could you get out of this situation? You kept yourself steady and replied. “Really? Maybe they parked in the woods. They do that sometimes, for the shade.”

“Good idea,” the first man said. “These trees sure do block out the sun. They block out a lot of stuff.”

“Well,” you said casually as you turned toward the road, “I better head over there before they get worried and come looking for me.”

You made it a few steps away, walking at a leisurely pace to feign nonchalance, when you heard fast, heavy footsteps running toward you. Glancing back, you saw one of the men rapidly closing the distance, holding up the butt of his rifle like a club. 

You broke into a run then, but you didn’t make it far. The rifle struck your head, your vision blurred and darkened, and you felt yourself falling over. You were unconscious before you ever hit the ground. 

*****

When you woke up, you heard the sounds of a crackling fire before your eyes adjusted to the bright orange light against the murky darkness of the forest. 

You were lying on your side on the ground, close enough to the fire to feel its heat on your skin. Your hands were tied together in front of you with thick, coarse rope that rubbed your wrists in an unpleasant way. One of the men was sitting nearby, skinning a rabbit. The other, the one who had knocked you out, was standing on the other side of the fire, stoking it with a long stick. Your backpack was lying a few feet away from you. 

Afternoon had turned to dusk, still light enough to see without a fire or flashlight, but dark enough to make you wary. From your experience, fires in the woods at night were not the best idea. The glow sometimes attracted zombies, so only groups with enough people to keep watch normally lit them. You had stuck to small fires in the daytime, just lit long enough to cook some food or boil some water from the river. Zombies didn’t know to look for smoke.  

The two men didn’t seem to be conversing at all, so pretending to be asleep to listen to them was pointless. You pulled yourself to a sitting position, your knees pulled up in front of you. They hadn’t bothered to take your knife from the holster on your thigh. Had they simply not noticed it? Or did they think you were this little of a threat? 

The man standing at the fire noticed you were awake and flashed you a smile. It was a repulsive smile, accompanied by dark eyes moving over you hungrily. You could guess why they had taken you captive. You’d heard plenty of stories. You glared at him and steeled yourself for a fight. 

“We’ll have dinner first,” he said in his rough voice, gesturing toward his friend with the stick. “Then we’ll have dessert,” he added with a grin, pointing the stick at you. His friend chuckled. 

You suddenly felt like throwing up. These men were disgusting, with their leering stares and stinking bodies. The thought of one of them touching you for even a moment sent ripples of revulsion through your entire body. 

Shame it wasn’t the handsome black haired stranger with the scars. 

Wait… did you seriously just think that? Ugh. You’d been out here in the woods for far too long. 

You tried to stay calm as you assessed the situation. The good: you still had your knife, and your hands were tied in front of you instead of behind you. Cutting yourself free would be easy once you got away. You also knew these woods fairly well, and were accustomed to moving around in the dark. The bad: there were two of them, and they were clearly much stronger than you. They both had those rifles too. 

You glanced around, taking in the now blazing fire and the positions of the two men in relation to it. You almost smiled. This was nearly identical to a scenario Toga, the girl you’d traveled with, had told you about being in before she met you. And you remembered exactly how she’d said she escaped. 

You scooted over a bit, making a show of wincing and leaning as if your backside was sore. You needed to have both men on the other side of the fire from you. The one sitting on the ground cleaning the rabbit would be easy. The other was pacing back and forth, occasionally stirring the branches and logs in the fire. If you timed it just right…

There! As soon as the pacing man got close to the other one, and they were both across the fire from you, you suddenly kicked out both your legs, shoving your boots into the base of the fire. Sparks and embers flew everywhere, flames reached out like glowing hands and crawled along the ground, alighting leaves and twigs. The sitting man yelped and fell backwards, the other one cursed and backed away from the flames, but he was too slow. Fire danced up his pant leg as he screamed and tried to put it out by slapping at it with his hand. 

In the chaos you got to your feet, grabbed your backpack off the ground, and ran into the trees. You heard one of the men yelling for the other to go after you, then a screamed reply of “Fuck you, I’m on fire!”

Once you’d ran so far that you could no longer hear their shouts or see the glow from the fire, you huddled next to a tree and used your knife to cut the rope, freeing yourself. You holstered the knife and pulled your backpack onto your shoulders, then looked around for a hiding spot. The woods were getting darker by the minute, but that was an advantage for you, not them. 

Eventually you found a tree that was perfect, and you climbed it quietly and carefully. You tucked yourself against the trunk and nestled into the branch, an action deeply familiar to you by now. Around half an hour later, you heard one of the men run by your tree. By that time it was so dark that you would’ve been shocked if he’d spotted you. After that, you only heard the usual sounds of the forest as you drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning you didn’t climb down immediately. You used your high vantage point to look out over the area, scanning the woods for any sign of the two men. Would they give up on you, deeming you too much of a hassle to deal with? Or would last night’s events only make them pursue you more doggedly? You couldn’t be sure, but you also couldn’t spend the entire day up in the tree. After watching for a few more minutes and feeling certain the men were not close by, you climbed down to the ground. 

You headed to the river first to wash your face and fill your water bottle. You doubted you’d be able to start a fire today, for fear that the smoke would give away your location, so you couldn’t boil the water. You grimaced at the thought of drinking raw river water again, but you’d sip it if you absolutely had to. Having an upset stomach was better than being dead. There was maybe a mouthful of sweet tea left in the bottle you’d found in the store, but you wanted to save it for as long as you could. 

When ready, you made your way back through the woods and to the trees that lined the highway. You didn’t dare step out into the open. Too many dangerous folks traveling the roads. But you stayed close enough to be able to see the highway at all times. You rarely saw cars going by these days. The last one you’d seen, besides the white van, had been over a week ago. 

You walked through the edge of the forest, moving in the same direction you had been for a few weeks now. You didn’t have a particular destination in mind. You simply wanted to keep moving, keep away from people, stay near the river where you could always get water and sometimes even catch fish, stick to the woods where you could occasionally catch a squirrel or a rabbit. It wasn’t a great life, but it was all you had at the moment. 

You’d walked nearly the whole day when you saw a very welcome sight: the white van parked just inside the woods, several yards ahead. You were surprised that you’d caught up with him so quickly, especially after being slowed down by those two assholes last night. 

As usual, you approached it carefully. When you got close enough, you realized the back door was standing wide open. No wires or cans had been strung up. The driver’s side door was open as well. 

What the hell was going on? 

There was no way the man would leave his van like this. Even if he suddenly had to shit, he wouldn’t leave his stash of supplies completely unguarded. Had he been attacked? The image of the two men flashed in your mind. The black haired man was strong, but they had guns. They could have forced him out of the van. But in that case, where were they? 

You circled around the van from a distance, looking for signs or clues as to what had happened. You strained your ears to listen for footsteps, but you heard nothing. Could the man have been attacked by zombies? Maybe he stepped out to pee, was suddenly surrounded, and had to run deeper into the woods to get away. 

Mind racing with possible explanations, you decided to watch the van for a little while, in case someone came for it. After nearly an hour, the woods were getting dark again. If you were going to make a move, now was the time. You took a deep breath, then walked over to the back of the van. You peered inside, and to your hungry, desperate eyes, it looked like the holy grail. The entire back of the van was filled to the brim with supplies. 

You climbed up into it and looked around in wonder. There were cases full of canned goods, bottled water, snacks, and even a few packs of beer. There were boxes with things written on them like, “bandages,” “batteries,” and “soap”. Curiously, there were several boxes of black hair dye. It almost looked like the storeroom of some convenience store. 

All of this was too suspicious. You didn’t dare grab a lot of stuff. What if the man really did have to suddenly relieve himself? Or had to run from zombies but was circling back around to his van? You decided to be cautious and grab only a small number of items, things he probably wouldn’t even notice. Then you could watch the van from an afar and grab more stuff if he never came back. 

You opened your backpack and shoved in two bottles of water, a can of peaches, a can of pork and beans, a bag of potato chips, and two chocolate candy bars. The carbs would come in very handy. You’d had so little energy lately. Pleased with your choices, you zipped up your backpack and pulled it on, then turned to exit the van. 

You stopped dead in your tracks. Standing right outside the van, staring at you with one hand on his hip, was the black haired man.  He looked at you with a deadpan expression and said, “Looks like I caught myself a thief.”

[cheshireliam]

Azel Radwan Main Story: Chapter 3

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Azel: Good evening. I wanted to see you. 

Before I knew it, I was back here again. 

In the rose garden filled with unbloomed roses, stood a man with an otherworldly presence leaning against an oak table. 

I had a strange feeling that this had happened before, or perhaps it hadn’t. 

(For some reason, the living god’s presence feels oddly vivid.) 

Emma: … This is a dream, right? 

Azel: Who knows? There are no means to prove whether it is a dream or reality. 

Azel: Human wisdom has not advanced nearly enough to uncover the mysteries of dreams. 

Azel: It could very well be that the version of you here is the real one, or it could be the opposite.

(I think I get it… but at the same time I don't.) 

Azel: By the way, are you good at cooking?

The sudden shift to such a mundane topic coming from someone with that mysterious aura left me puzzled for a moment. 

Emma: I wouldn't say I’m especially good at it, but I can make something decent. 

Azel: That would be sufficient.  Actually, I have always been curious about the local cuisine of Rhodolite. 

Emma: … Why mention that all of a sudden?

Azel: Because I know what will happen in your future.

Azel: You will naturally understand when the time comes.

(It’s hard to believe, but I guess that’s just how gods are.)

Azel: Incidentally, I have yet to have my dinner today. 

Emma: Are you feeling unwell?

Azel: No, there were simply quite a number of things I was caught up in. 

Azel: You are a kind-hearted lady. Surely you would not be so cruel as to leave a starving god in the lurch, would you?

Emma: … This feels more like you’re blatantly pressuring me by indirectly saying “come cook something for me”, instead of giving your prophecy. 

Azel: Oh no, not at all. I am only casually mentioning that I prefer hearty meals over dessert. No hidden motives here.

(You definitely have hidden motives.)

Azel: Besides, “the other you” will hardly remember anything that happens here.

Azel: It would be pointless to pressure you here, yes? 

Azel flashed a benevolent smile— and the world started to grow distorted.

Azel: Ahh, how I look forward to it.

Azel: —... I’ve been meaning to get myself a slave.

…

Drawn by the sunlight, I jolted awake and found myself in the guest room I was assigned yesterday. 

(I was dreaming again.) 

(... The living god appeared in my dream.) 

As usual, memories of the dream had long crumbled into incomprehensible fragments.

The only thing that remained today was a single piece of information that he “preferred hearty meals over desserts”, which I couldn't quite understand.

An inexplicable feeling of dread drained the blood from my face. 

(It wasn’t a nightmare, but something still feels… strange.) 

…

Emma: There’s something I’ve been curious about for a while…

Emma: Owner, what is that over there?

The town surrounding Tanzanite’s castle was livelier than the one in Rhodolite. 

The reason was obvious— wherever you looked, you’d see tourists visiting from foreign countries.

Some were enjoying snacks bought from street vendors, while others were browsing gift shops selling local specialties such as pottery and textiles. 

Standing prominently in the center of the town, drawing in the most people, was a statue of the living god.

(I only managed to catch a brief glimpse of it when passing by yesterday…)

(But now that I’ve gotten a closer look at it, it looks very lifelike.) 

Akatsuki: It’s a tourist attraction that’s known for making wishes come true. 

Emma: Ah, so that’s why so many people are praying to it.

Akatsuki: Want to give it a try too? 

Emma: No… I’ll pass. 

(My wish is to “experience love”, but something tells me that this statue isn't what I should be praying to for that reason.)

(... It’s really just a gut feeling, though.) 

Emma: That aside, what’s our itinerary for today? 

Akatsuki: We’re delivering goods we were commissioned to bring.

Emma: So the living god isn't your only client here.

Akatsuki: I have about a hundred business partners here in Tanzanite. 

(That's a lot…) 

Akatsuki: I sell books to some of them, and exchange mine for different ones with the others. 

Akatsuki: Watch and learn.

Emma: Got it! I’ll do my best to learn as much as possible.

(This is nothing like watching over the bookstore back home. I must work harder.)

Feeling determined, I adjusted my mindset and hurried after the Owner who was already walking ahead of me.

But he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Akatsuki: … Looks like something happened.

Emma: …

A crowd was gathered a short distance away from where we were standing. It was different from the ones in town. 

Due to the efforts of the Tanzanite soldiers, the crowd was already starting to split up. But through the decreasing number of people present, I caught a glimpse of a man with a swollen face.

Emma: That looks awful. Did a fight break out, perhaps?

???: Something similar. It's been a frequent occurrence lately. 

(Ah, this voice…) 

I turned around to see Basil carrying a large amount of baggage.

Kamal, looking as strikingly beautiful as ever, drew stares from everyone around her.

Basil: It’s most likely a case whereby that diviner misinterpreted a divine message. 

Emma: What do you mean? 

Basil: Divination in Tanzanite is considered an interpretation of God's will, performed by reading the stars and conveyed as divine messages.

Basil: Being god himself, His Holiness Azel speaks directly to the people and his words are considered divine messages. However… 

Basil: A diviner’s skill level depends on how accurately interpret God’s intentions. 

(Now that he mentioned it…)

[ Flashback ]

Azel: Reading the stars is the most fundamental part of divination in our country, after all.  

Emma: Reading the stars…?

Azel: So-called “astrology”. Although the popular method used here is one that is unique to Tanzanite.

[ Flashback End ]

(So that’s what he meant by “unique”.) 

Basil: But recently, there seem to be many diviners misinterpreting the divine messages…

Basil: And sometimes, angry clients who feel that it’s blasphemy lash out on them. 

It was a logic I couldn't quite understand.

(Divination can be sometimes right and sometimes wrong. Isn’t that how it works?) 

Emma: … Is there no room for mistakes at all?

Basil: Well, there’s a possibility that a divination could alter a person’s life. 

Basil: It requires a certain level of resolve to call oneself a diviner in this country. 

(Perhaps this concept is hard for me to understand because I’m from another country.) 

Basil: As if the views of His Holiness Azel could ever be so vulgar that an ordinary diviner can interpret them.

Basil’s facial expression seemed to darken ever so slightly as he adjusted his glasses.  

(Maybe Basil has his own opinions on his… look out!) 

The act of adjusting his glasses caused the balance of his baggage to shift, and the Owner moved at lightning speed to catch it. 

Basil: Oh dear, I’ve done it again! Thank you so much. 

Akatsuki: No worries. Is it for a banquet? 

(I thought so too.)

Basil’s baggage contained a large amount of food supplies, so much that he was struggling to walk straight. I definitely wouldn't have been able to carry that big of a load. 

Basil: No, I’m just running an errand. 

Basil: It looks like an unusually large amount of food, but I’m sure it’ll be used for a noble purpose. 

(If he says ��for a noble purpose”, it must be an errand for Azel.) 

Basil was the only one running errands. Kamal, on the other hand, was carrying nothing at all. 

When our eyes met, she pulled out a single letter with her long and beautiful fingers.

Akatsuki: Is it a new order? 

The Owner unsealed the envelope on the spot, and his brows furrowed the moment he read the contents of the letter. 

Emma: … What’s wrong? 

Akatsuki: It says that there are clues leading to a book I’m looking for.

Akatsuki: … But something’s not right.

Emma: Isn’t that a good thing? 

Akatsuki: If he intended to tell me, he could’ve done so yesterday.

Akatsuki: And yet, he chose to send the message the next day and ask for me to go retrieve said clues. 

(... It does seem like there’s some sort of ulterior motive.) 

Basil: His Holiness extends his apologies for the blunder.

Basil: He says that he “carelessly forgot to mention it”.

Akatsuki: …

Akatsuki: Anyway, I won’t have the time to go collect it any time soon.

(He’s definitely scheduled to meet many clients after this.)

(... But knowing the Owner, he’d give anything to obtain information about books…)

(And it might come off as disrespectful to refuse a god’s act of goodwill.) 

(Alright, this is where I step in as his assistant.)

I raised my hand as the Owner’s expression remained stern.

Emma: Shall I go instead? 

…

Azel: I sincerely apologise for forgetting such important information. 

After parting ways with the Owner, I visited Azel’s dwelling along with Basil and Kamal, where I was warmly welcomed.

The timing at which he came out of the building as though he foresaw our arrival further reinforced my belief that he truly possessed mysterious powers.

Azel: Thank you for your efforts. Please bring the items inside. 

Basil’s eyes were sparkling and full of admiration… only for Kamal to roughly grab and drag him inside.

(Now it’s only the two of us.)

Emma: I’m here as a representative of the Owner. I was told that you have a clue about the book he’s looking for…

Azel: Indeed. I will give you a map. 

Azel turned his back to me and started walking.

He looked back at me with a glance that said “follow me”, and so I hurried to catch up.

(Are his legs just long or is he walking unusually fast…!?)

I scrambled to keep up with him, following Azel through the uniquely shaped entrance, and—

…

Emma: … Huh?

I stopped in my tracks, blinking several times and pinching my own cheek.

That hurt.

Azel: Is something wrong? 

Emma: No… 

(Wha… how was this even created!?) 

It was as if I had stepped into an entirely different world altogether.

Unlike the weathered exterior walls, the interior of the temple was in pristine condition. You couldn't tell that the structure was a thousand years old. 

It didn't look on the verge of collapsing at all.

Although it didn't exactly give off the impression of a newly built structure, calling it a “castle” would be perfectly fitting. 

(I thought this was just an isolated castle in the desert at first, and it looks like I wasn't entirely wrong.)

Emma: You have a nice place.

Azel: Right? Everyone worries about me, but the renovation works have made this place rather comfortable.

Azel: You have a good eye. I am impressed that your first impression was that this place looks nice.

(He seems quite happy about it.)

Azel: The right side of the building is newly renovated and has no problems, but the left side is partially collapsed.

Azel: If you ever want to have a look around, please refrain from going to the left side at all times.

Azel: If you do happen to go there by accident,—

Emma: … What happens then? 

Azel: Fufu. 

(I have to be extra careful not to wander over there by mistake.)

Azel: Watch your step. 

Azel started climbing the stairs, heading to the right. 

While hurrying after him, I took a quick glance to the left and noticed that the area was shrouded in faint darkness despite the sun being directly overhead. 

(... Perhaps the renovations on that side aren't complete yet.) 

Beyond the entrance hall that was also beautifully restored.

Azel walked briskly ahead of me and stopped in front of a door.

Azel: Please, come on in.

While still trying to catch my breath, I entered the room through the open doorway without a second thought…

…

What awaited me wasn't a guest room, but instead a kitchen.

(... Why?) 

The neatly arranged room was littered with the large amount of groceries Basil was carrying earlier on.

Questions began piling up in my mind as I picked up a fruit that rolled out of a bag. 

Emma: Your Holiness… is the map in the kitchen? 

Azel: Of course it isn't. Are you an idiot?

Emma: !?

(Wait, was that… someone else’s voice…?

Bang. The door slammed shut. 

Leaning on the door to block my escape, Azel smirked. 

Azel: Well then, it’s collection time.

Emma: C-collect… what…?

Azel: Take this. 

He pulled a letter out of who knows where and thrust it out at me.

Emma: This is… 

I rubbed my eyes and looked at it again.

No matter how many times I looked, the letter unmistakably stated “Invoice for Divination Services”. 

The numbers written on it were astronomical, a sum of money I never would've even dreamed of seeing in my entire lifetime. 

Emma: … Is this addressed to me?

Azel: Indeed it is. 

Emma: My apologies, but I have no clue what this is about.

Azel: Don't tell me you thought I performed the art of divination for free?

Emma: … What.

Azel: Wow, you’re unbelievably senseless. Don’t take me so lightly.

(Yesterday's divination wasn't free!?) 

I quickly reeled in my fading consciousness.

Emma: But you said it was a token of gratitude…!

Azel: There are countless people who want to receive my divination but they can’t. 

Azel: The privilege of being given such an opportunity is the “token of gratitude”. 

Emma: You never said anything about that yesterday!

Azel: Because it's common knowledge.

Emma: It’s not common knowledge where I’m from! 

Azel: Your ignorance isn't my problem.

(This swindler!!) 

The kind and benevolent god I saw yesterday— seemed to have been nothing more than an illusion.

(Could this be the god’s true nature?) 

[ Flashback ] 

Clavis: But it surprised me. You’re the current “Belle” who’s supposedly adept at determining a person’s true nature. 

Clavis: … No, rather, perhaps it was precisely because you “saw through him” that you had that impression of him?

Clavis: Hmm, how fascinating. I wonder which of us is the one seeing an illusion.

[ Flashback End ]

(— So that’s what he meant. Some Belle I am.) 

Azel: Ah, but you don't have to worry. I’m not so cruel as to demand payment immediately.

Azel: I offer two payment options, either by cash or hard labour.

(Neither of those make me feel any better.)

Azel: You don't look like you have any money. Do you? 

Azel: You’d have to work like a slave to pay off a sum this hefty…

Azel: Do your best. 

Seeing that benevolent smile only made me all the more furious.

(Everyone's been fooled.) 

(This man is no compassionate god. If anything…)

Emma: You malicious god! 

Azel: Oh my. Insulting me now, are you? Foreign girls really have a different kind of boldness.

Azel: Well, I suppose that is true. 

As I shot him a glare, Azel grabbed my chin with his large hand— 

Azel: Shall I show you what happens when you defy me?  

[lyricalt]

[tf2 minific] LSF: with your invite

fem!(Sniper/Spy) - rated T

Note: I must confess, I’d been trying to lead up to Sniper pulling that sick 10 second bit from the music video, Top or Cliff (at 2:50 in), which is great fun to watch.  Couldn't really commit to a whole fic but I decided to just write the fun part anyway.

[Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3]

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The final piece of Sniper’s rifle is hidden under a dresser on the third floor of the mansion. She gets down on all fours, ignoring how blood congeals at her side. Her knee pulls at the hem of her dress, getting caught under a pointed heel, and when Sniper bends further down, she hears a faint rip from the seams. Poor Demo’s never going to get her dress back. The dry cleaning alone would be a nightmare.

Sniper gropes beneath the dresser until her fingers find cold, hard metal. She closes her hand around the missing barrel for her rifle. Half of her wonders how the hell Spy managed to squirrel it away with all the other pieces, hiding them throughout the mansion. The other half is just happy to finally have it. When Sniper attempts to pull it free, one end bumps against something soft. Sniper frowns, adjusting the angle, and sets the barrel aside before reaching back in.

She pulls out her own pair of boots, along with a note tucked inside with handwriting that she is very familiar with.

The note reads, ‘You have 45 seconds.’

Sniper lets out a huff of laughter. She sits back, pulling up her dress and happily kicking off those bloody heels. Bugger all three inches of them. She snaps the heels off, shaking out two bullets from the hollow into her palm, before tossing the shoes over her shoulder. Thank fuck, she’ll not have to wear them out.

It takes ten seconds to stomp her blistered feet into her boots proper. The next thirty-five seconds are for putting her rifle together. Luckily, she’s gotten most of it already assembled on her way up. It only cost her a stab at the side from a very pissed maid, but Sniper’s been stabbed plenty times before. No need to fuss over it.

She shakes out her stupid glittery clutch for the scope attachment, and blissfully feels more like herself the moment she slaps it on. 

All in all, Sniper is about five seconds late once she goes to the balcony, hiking one leg up against the railing for support. She loads up the rifle and rests the end of the barrel against the balustrade.

Five seconds late means that Spy has done more sweet talking than she would have liked. The mark is a sharp-eyed man, older but still quite handsome, if Sniper had to make an opinion. Spy looks good, clinging at his arm and steering him into a more open part of the gardens. There’s a red lipstick stain at the corner of the man’s mouth. He tilts his head for more, and Spy has to stand up on her toes to give him another kiss. She angles him perfectly.

Sniper inhales, slowly, and adjusts her aim. Pretty, she thinks, and isn’t quite sure if she means the clear sightine, the mark’s forehead, or Spy.

At the apex of her breath, she squeezes the trigger. There’s not a doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t miss.

Spy doesn’t get that second kiss in. 

Sniper catches the beginnings of a grin on Spy’s blood-splattered face before she has to look away to reload. Mark’s mark marked. Shot clear right off.

“Hrm,” Sniper muses, pulling the bolt open and shut. She takes out the furthest bodyguard with her last bullet while Spy dispatches the second one with just her bare hands.

Turns out she definitely meant pretty for Spy.

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The SMG isn’t where Spy told her it’d be. Sniper peeks behind the kitchen counter for a third time before ducking back as bullets ricochet off pots and pans and various other kitchen things.

“Bugger,” Sniper says, miffed. Her rifle rests in her lap, a little bit useless now in close quarters combat. She tips her head back, letting it thump against the cabinet. There’s the sink in front of her. Above it, a rather large and shiny pan with a nice mirror reflection shows the number of people shooting into the kitchen. Sniper stares at it, glumly. Four. The odds aren’t too great. 

Just as Sniper starts to contemplate using the frying pan as a weapon, she hears the sound of her own SMG fire a full round into the kitchen. Sniper waits until the noise putters off. The only sound that comes after is the steady taps of heels walking closer.

A couple of seconds later, Spy peers over the counter. Despite the blood over her face, she looks significantly less bedraggled than Sniper. Probably because she’s the one with the extra gun. 

“I didn’t have time to hide the SMG,” Spy says, by way of apology. She tosses the gun to the side, empty and dry.

“S’all right,” Sniper grunts. She doesn’t much like using the SMG in any case. Spray and pray, for good reason. “How’re we lookin’?”

“Fine,” Spy says, which could mean anything. “There’s a sniper covering the front entrance. I saw the muzzle flash from the second story. Third window from the right.”

Sniper glances down at the rifle in her lap. She lets her legs stretch out. The razor cuts have started bleeding again, along with the other lacerations she’s managed to get. Real gashes from broken glass and blades, at least. “Out of bullets, darl. Unless you got one in that ample brassiere of yours.”

Spy rolls her eyes. “Your rifle barrel took up a lot of space.”

Sniper smirks. “...Or are you just happy to see me?”

Spy reaches for her. At first, Sniper is almost convinced Spy really is hot and bothered enough to start fooling around right this second—at this point, she wouldn’t put it past them—but Spy’s hand finds the back of Sniper’s head, drawing her in. It’s an impersonal gesture, completely professional when Spy slides her fingers through Sniper’s braid and pulls off the golden hair brooch and pin. 

Sniper’s face heats up anyway. Bugger.

Then she flushes in a different way when Spy unscrews one of the decorative tassels and tips out a third sniper bullet from a hidden slot.

“You didn’t tell me?” Sniper says flatly, holding out her palm. “Thought you said it was a knife.”

Spy places the bullet into her hand, fingers lingering in Sniper’s grasp. She smiles. “Yes, I did not tell you.”

“Anythin’ else you’re not telling me?” Sniper asks, sarcastic, and loads the bullet.

Spy hauls her up, as unrepentant and steady in her heels as ever. 

“Plenty,” she promises.

[lavalais76]

It's possible Jon is the real AEGON Targaryen. The TOJ story NEVER made any sense to me and it's possible D&D told us exactly who Jon really was. Shout out to Ryan Barns13 for your hard work and convincing me that this is DEFINITELY possible.

RyanBarnes13

Jon the Martell, and The Prince that was promised to Sansa Stark.

One of the two biggest mysteries in the series has always been who is Jon’s parents, and who exactly is Aegon who has a song, the song of ice and fire. Many theories abound, R+L=J, B+A=J, N+A=J, Dany and Jon siblings, Meera and Jon siblings, hell if we look hard enough we could prob find moonboy buttfucking satin with a time traveling fetus tyrion opening a wormhole or some stuff to create Jon.

But I’d like to throw out a idea. Martin was totally honest with us on who Aegon the promised prince and song is. While letting us jump down every rabbit hole we can find trying to convince ourselves. Basically he told us the correct answer in the first books, but did not give us the how and why until ADWD and Fire and Blood.

Standard thinking says he’s Lyanna’s and Rhaegars, it makes sense on a surface level. They run off together, screw, have a baby, brother comes along and raises the trueborn or bastard born kid. Sends him off to the wall to protect him from Robert. Easy, cut and dried slam dunk. And utterly not born out in the text.

This story is denied over and over throughout the text, by people who were alive and around both characters. And the consensus of almost all is Rhaegar was not like that. Neither was Lyanna.

But what evidence is there for Jon being R+L=J? Truthfully??? Only 3 things. And that is how Martin has utterly sat back and let every single one of us trick ourselves. Because everyone of those things actually points to him being a Martell/Targaryen.

So let’s take a actual look at these three things.what are they? 1. Where Jon grew up at. Winterfell screams he is a Stark of some sort. 2. Jon’s looks. Jon’s long face, his dark brownish hair. Grey eyes so dark they look black. His skin tone. 3. And last but not least Jon has a direwolf, just like all the starks.

Winterfell. Just by Jon starting there we are biased to believe that’s his home and family. If he grew up on high garden, riverrun, we would be inclined to think that’s his home. On this one, we don’t know the full story. What happened at starfall, TOJ, but yes I have a theory about it. Next post. But why was there three kingsguard at the TOJ? Guarding a unborn babe? No the hidden gem, is that Jon/Aegon was smuggled out of Dragonstone to Starfall as soon as he was born.

He was never presented to the court as Rhaenys was. The fake Aegon baby was a seed from Dragonstone. The answer lies in Fire and Blood.

“Why be a lord when you can be a king?” he told the men who began to gather round him. And talk was heard in camp of a prophecy of ancient days that said, “When the hammer shall fall upon the dragon, a new king shall arise, and none shall stand before him.” Whence came these words remains a mystery (not from Hammer himself, who could neither read nor write), but within a few days every man at Tumbleton had heard them.”

— Fire & Blood: 300 Years Before A Game of Thrones (A Targaryen History) (A Song of Ice and Fire Book 1) by George R. R. Martin

The missing prophecy that turned Rhaegar into being a warrior. But if you are preparing for a war, you protect the heir. It’s shown over and over in Fire and Blood. Kingsguard sneak the prince or princess to a secure part of the realm and stay there. And what do we have, 3 kingsguard at TOJ, none with Elia, Rhaenys, Aegon, Rhaella, or Viserys the new proclaimed heir. Rhaegar was supposedly disinherited.... but Rhaegar had 3 kingsguard at Trident, 3 at TOJ, and the only one with Aerys is the youngest least experienced, the one Aerys trusts least.....

Notice Harrenhall, 6 were kept with Rhaegar and Aerys, Jaime sent to red keep. What we are missing is what was Lyanna really doing there, and what she forced Ned to promise to do.

2. Jon’s looks.... a huge red herring that is actually tying into two other families. Targaryen and Martell, just as Martin told us. R+E=Jon/Aegon.

2A: Now first off, Jon’s long face..... There is two ways one can define a long face, the shape of the face, more long from forehead to chin than wide from cheek to cheek, or the actual definition of Long Face, straight out of the dictionary. And based on the rampant use of it throughout two continents, it’s the definition not the shape being used. Here it is:

Merriam-Webster: Long Face A facial expression of sadness or melancholy

Cambridge Dictionary: Long Face If you have a long face, you look sad

It’s a description of their facial expression. Basically they are always sad or gloomy looking. Not a Stark only feature. Now who all has said face in ASOIAF, and Fire and Blood?

The most important two, pure blooded Targaryens:

Vaegon Targaryen. Long face, silver gold hair, purple eyes Alyssa Targaryen. Long face, one eye violet and one green, blond hair

The North: Eddard Stark. Long face Jon Snow. Long face Alys Karstark. Long faced Dacey Mormont. Long face that lights up, long features. (Long face, and also long face shape) Arya Stark. Long face. (Long face, and also horse face)

Iron Islands: See Harris Harlaw. Tall man, long faced and austere

Essos: Hizdahr zo Loraq. Long faced Haldan Half-maester. He had the same sour look on his long face The Little Pigeon Soldiers. All 8 were long-faced and long legged

Now here’s the facial shape long faces people

Del- a horsefaced youth near Jon’s own age. Arya Stark- a horsey grin, long face, long horsey face, her face was long and horsey Edd Tollett- horse faces fool, long face akin to a mules Brienne- horse faced Dacey Mormont long face that lights up, long features

2B: His grey eyes that are so dark they appear black....

Basically his eyes aren’t grey. Everyone assumes it’s super dark grey because Ned says he is Jon’s father. But once you get into the very dark grey and very dark purple, almost black the colors bleed into almost the same. Look up violet. And you find greyish violet to more of a purple to a violet so dark it’s almost black. It’s Martin trickery. Two of the best super dark colors are raisin and damask. They are dark. A purple so dark it looks black.

Furthermore Jon is famous for being in the shadows, the north, less light, and as we have a very excellent example of Jon’s true eyes...they look black. Aegon III, and fAegon.

First Aegon III

Aegon was a handsome boy[12] with dark purple eyes which looked almost black, and silver hair which was so pale that it was almost white.

Aegon III is Jon with silver hair. Even down to black is his color.

Aegon dressed simply, and in black (always, according to Maester Yandel,[14] most oft according to Archmaester Gyldayn).

Aegon was a joyless man,[7] severely marked by his experiences during the Dance of the Dragons. Mushroom's accounts state that Aegon seldom smiled and laughed even less, even as a boy. According to the dwarf, Aegon could be graceful and courtly when it was required, but at the same time had a darkness within him that never went away.

It’s like Aegon III got reincarnated into Jon Snow......

fAegon.

“Like his sire, Young Griff had blue eyes, but where the father’s eyes were pale, the son’s were dark. By lamplight they turned black, and in the light of dusk they seemed purple. His eyelashes were as long as any woman’s.” ADWD ch 14

2C: His dark brown hair.... plenty of Targaryens have dark brown hair. Especially when they are only half Targaryen. And not always the firstborn...

First the children of Targaryen/Martell lineage:

Prince Baelor Breakspear, (son of Mariah Martell), dark hair, dark eyes

Prince Valarr, son of Prince Baelor and Jena Dondarrion) Brown hair with a streak of silver-gold

Princess Rhaenys, ( daughter of Elia Martell), looks like a Martell according to the wiki. Martells are almost uniformly dark hair, dark eyes.....

King Maekar I and Dyanna Dayne son: Prince Daeron Targaryen- sallow skin, sandy brown hair, blond beard

King Aegon V and Betha Blackwood: Prince Duncan Targaryen. Dark hair

Orys Baratheon black hair black eyes. (Targ father)

Alyssa Velaryon and Rogar Baratheon: Boremund Baratheon firstborn, dark hair Jocelyn Baratheon (second-born), married to Prince Aemon Targaryen, son of Jaehaerys I, dark eyes, black hair And Princess Rhaenys, daughter of Jocelyn and Aemon, black hair, pale violet eyes

(Lucas Strong and Rhaenyra Targaryen). All three sons came out the same...... Lucerys Velaryon brown hair brown eyes Joffery Velaryon brown hair brown eyes Jacaerys Velaryon brown hair brown eyes

2D: And most importantly his skin tone or complexion....

We are given from Bran 1 that Jon’s Skin tone and complexion do not match the rest of the starks or even the first mens.

He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, DARK WHERE ROBB WAS FAIR. Bran 1

Ok so dark where Robb was fair, here is Bran describing Robb in Bran 1:

He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother’s coloring, THE FAIR SKIN, red-brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun.

Robb is first men stock almost all the way through. And he has the FAIR SKIN they are known for.

So what gives Jon his dark skin? Not Stark, not Targaryen, not Dayne. Daynes are first men, and to learn the first men coloring and skin tones one needs to go to the Dornish wiki page. To the Stony Dornish section. And you see the Dornish with the most first men and Andal blood.

Stony Dornishmen live in the passes and heights of the Red Mountains. They have the most Andal and First Men blood.[4][5]... They are FAIR OF SKIN, FRECKLE OR BURN IN THE SUN, and have BROWN or blond hair.[4][5] These include the Yronwoods with their blond hair and blue eyes,[8] the yellow-haired Fowlers,[9] and the pale blond or dark-haired Daynes.

So where does Jon’s dark skin tone come from? The Answer is once again in the Dornish Wiki page.

Salty Dornishmen live along the coasts, mainly along the Broken Arm region, where the Red Mountains stretch out into the Sea of Dorne. These Dornishmen are lithe and dark, with smooth olive skin and long black hair, having been most strongly influenced by the Rhoynar.[4][5] The Martells of Sunspear would be considered salty Dornishmen.[4]

The Martells. Who married into the Targaryen line twice. Mariah Martell married to Daeron II Targaryen, and Elia Martell with Rhaegar.

But the martells are olive skinned, Jon’s is just described as dark where Robb is fair?

Here is the definition of Olive Skin from Wikipedia:

Olive skin is a human skin color spectrum. It is often associated with pigmentation in the Type III[1][2] to Type IV and Type V ranges of the Fitzpatrick scale.[3][4] It generally refers to light or moderate brown, brownish, or tannish skin, and it is often described as having yellowish, greenish, or golden undertones.[5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13]

People with olive skin can sometimes become more pale if their sun exposure is limited. Lighter olive skin still tans more easily than does fair skin, and generally still retains notable yellow or greenish undertones.

The following list shows the six categories of the Fitzpatrick scale in relation to the 36 categories of the older von Luschan scale (in parenthesis):[6][7]

Type I (scores 0–6) always burns, never tans (palest; freckles). Type II (scores 7–13) usually burns, tans minimally Type III (scores 14–20) sometimes mild burn, tans uniformly Type IV (scores 21–27) burns minimally, always tans well (moderate brown) Type V (scores 28–34) very rarely burns, tans very easily (dark brown) Type VI (scores 35–36) never burns (deeply pigmented dark brown to darkest brown)

The von Luschan scale really shows the variations. But either way he is darker than his siblings. Darker than first men and Andals usually are.

3. Now for the Jon has to be a stark because he has a dire-wolf... NO he does not need to be a stark to bond with a dire-wolf. There are two main arguments shown in the books.

A: Varamyr Six-skins. He wants to take control of Jon’s wolf. A trained powerful warg can overpower a weaker or untrained warg bond. Mance Rayder said no. Also on this point is the prob hundreds of wargs/skinchangers north of the wall. It’s not unique to the Starks.

B: The Targaryens have the ability also. Brynden Bloodraven is the prime example. He is known to practice magic, be a skinchanger, all that. There is two reasons, targaryen blood itself, as evidenced by the bonding with dragons.

The dragons refusing to go north of the wall. It’s to protect the warg like connection. The dead can pass through. Jon brought 2 dead through. Fire magic can cross, as Melisandre burns Varamir eagle when Stannis attacks.... but warg connections are lost when one part of the bonded pair crosses the wall. Shown by Jon and ghost.

The other part of this is one of the kings beyond the wall and his brother who used the cave system to bypass the wall and attack the north. They used direwolves to guide them through the caves. People besides Starks can bond with direwolves. They have for thousands of years......

And how does Jon get more blood, direwolf bonding blood? Betha Blackwood. Married to Aegon V. The Blackwoods claim to be originally from the north, and the descendants of the Warg King.

This matters because Jon’s wolf is shown to not be the litter mate of the other pups. His eyes are open. Wolves and dogs eyes are blind for several weeks after birth. Ghost eyes are open, meaning he is older. He is a albino, red eyes. Magic, gift of the gods, bloodraven, whatever. But it’s pointing to the fact this wolf isn’t one of the litter, it’s basically a adopted pup of the mother wolf. Hidden with her children. But not one of her grey/black litter.

And we all puzzle over the direwolves names, ghost. If Jon is Rhaegar/Elias son, he has been a ghost the entire series. A dead boy, hidden.

And as for ages not being correct, look at the sheer number of Targaryen children born premature, small babies, same with Martells.

An interesting case in point is tyrion and Jon enroute to the wall..... “Tyrion sighed. “You are remarkably polite for a bastard, Snow. What you see is a dwarf. You are what, twelve?” “Fourteen,” the boy said. “Fourteen, and you’re taller than I will ever be...

Jon looks young. Like several Targaryens growing up. Especially if the normal routine of being born premature happened again. It’s on both sides of his family.

And another case in point.....

““Lord Eddard!” The shout came from the west side of the hall as a handsome stripling of a boy strode forth boldly. Out of his armor, Ser Loras Tyrell looked even younger than his sixteen years.”......

“When the echo of his words had died away, the Knight of Flowers seemed perplexed. “Lord Eddard, what of me?” Ned looked down on him. From on high, Loras Tyrell seemed almost as young as Robb.”

Loras is sixteen, but looks 14 out of armor. Looks as young as Robb..... not Jon who is supposedly the same age as Robb..... no Jon looks even younger...... that’s how Ned hid the two boys together. While lying about their ages...

Stay tuned for part 2.

[nottoonedin]

what.... please elaborate i do not understand but i wish to....

So, I'm guessing you're asking about this post, where I speculate about Ivan's relationship with the dog-alien?

Here's a post where I talk about what "The Dog Alien Incident" is (or at least my interpretation of it).

(Long ramble/analysis/theory below!)

Now, this^^ was my interpretation of the scene before Round 6. But then Round 6 came out, and:

The MV shows Ivan seems to have some sort of relationship with the dog-alien. They definitely seem to have a deep level of trust. I mean, the alien is allowing Ivan to touch its teeth, and even going as far as LETTING IVAN LIE IN ITS MOUTH!? (Which like???? Go off I guess??? You do you??? But why would you want to??? He was tempting death at this point).

When I first saw this, I immediately jumped to conclusions and was like "Oh, he's insane, he's just like Luka, he planned this out, he was trying to kill Mizi-" because I was literally just recovering from the event which was Round 6.

But, now that I think about it, I don't think I stand by that theory anymore. I don't think Ivan would actively try to kill Mizi. I don't think he ever hated Mizi, as they've been shown to be quite friendly in their interactions, unlike Luka is with Hyun-woo.

(Would translate these properly if I knew Korean, but alas.. Maybe in the future, I'd actually love to learn the language-)

So, looking back at Ivan's relationship with the dog-alien, I think they were just friendly? Like, Ivan would just go hang out with the dog-alien whenever he wanted, just for some quiet time away from the other kids, since the place that the dog-alien(does it go by another name other than "dog-alien"??) resides seems to be secluded and hidden from the rest of Anakt Garden. I think it was just coincidence that Ivan found Till and Mizi together in that area (Mizi could have wandered off, perhaps to find Till, or Till was trying to follow her?). Ivan may have just stayed watching in the shadows just to see what would happen out of pure curiosity.

Another thing!

Ivan's friendship with the alien (as well as him being allowed to roam freely without a collar) could have benefitted him in allowing him to escape the Garden with Till. The alien seems to be a guard dog of some sort (which could explain why it attacked Till, or it could've been just attacking Till because why the hell not-), and if it trusted Ivan enough, it's not surprising if it would let Ivan (and Till) pass by it and out of the Garden without alerting the AG Guardians.

Long story short: Ivan's very weird, but not as batshit insane as our favourite mentally-and-physically ill blondie, Luka <3

Hope this explains everything..?

[annawrites444]

Drabble For Cabin 4🌿🤍

I myself am in Cabin 4 and I love just coming up with headcanons for other fellow children of Demeter! This little Drabble/blurb is going to be fairly short but I'll try to write down anything that I can think of :)

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY PLATFORM WITHOUT CONSENT OR CREDIT!!!⚠️

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As a child of Demeter it's a given that you feel an indescribable connection with the Earth and the nature that surrounds you, especially when you're at camp. I like to think that every child of Demeter would have like a varied specialty/gift relating to nature. But like all people (and plants) no two are exactly alike. For example one kid might be really gifted in aiding the growth of plants at an alarming rate, basically making them shoot up like beanstalks and can bend plants to their will. Another kid might be talented at using the various benefits and aids that certain plants may offer, so if they wanted that could make use of the poisons and healing benefits of the plants that favor them.

Everyone in the cabin has a little potted plant or area somewhere around the cabin with their birth flower. 💐

I like to think that the "language" behind gifting flowers means a lot to them too. For example if someone gifts their crush a red rose which signifies romance, whereas yellow roses are commonly associated with friendship. So I definitely see a child of Demeter putting so much thought and love into any flower arrangements they give to loved ones.

For the physical cabin itself I picture all sorts of vines covering outside walls and campers let them get a bit overgrown since they love how it adds to the greenery and the look of the place.

On Valentine's Day you can 100% expect every type of flower (specifically roses) to be growing or on display around the camp and even throughout the surrounding forests going as far as the borders.

This may be a little off topic but I would love to see a child of Demeter X child of Ares, I just think it would make for a really cute relationship dynamic. <3

now while we can assume that springtime is definitely a child of Demeter's prime, I can see all of the gorgeous scenery surrounding the camp as these campers take creative liberty and show of their skills a little bit.

I have a feeling that the emotions of a few children of Demeter might influence the surrounding nature. for example if a camper got broken up with and they go home to their garden (as a form of therapy), I can see the health and growth of the garden reflecting the pain and spur of emotions the child of Demeter might be feeling.

I think that a lot of people might view children of Demeter as level-headed and more "calm" out of all of the cabins, I disagree. (same goes for children of Athena). Just like nature children of Demeter can be devastatingly brutal and beautiful at the same time. I think their emotions might be more hidden at times but they're definitely very strong and emotionally driven people. If nature can be unpredictable so can these campers.

A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing cabin headcanons if you have a certain cabin request don't hesitate to send in a request and I'll answer asap <3

Thank you so much if you've read this far :)

<3- Anna

[poketcg-art]

Hello! Been following for awhile now and love your blog and I wanted to know: what cards on your blog are the most popular i.e have the most notes? I'm guessing the more "cursed" and weird cards like the original moomoo milk have the most. It would be cool to see a ranking so far.

Tumblr mobile does have a short-term 'most popular posts' section hidden on the blog front. Most popular from the last 3 months seems to be Perilous Jungle at 1200 notes.

But I do know for a fact what the most popular card is! Fairy Garden at 13,666 notes. I think its because the card breached containment and non-fans were sharing it for the aesthetic.

Right behind that would definitely be Caterpie at 6592 notes from that one time the blog was on the Tumblr Radar!

I'm honestly surprised at the sheer amount of cards that never breach a hundred notes. Most actually don't! And Moo-Moo Milk has only 638 notes.

I tried looking for Bonsly because I'm sure it has more notes but that post seems to be uhhhhh gone? Like I can't even find it? Maybe Tumblr thought it was too spicy.

Edit: Here's a link to Bonsly

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟐

(𝐫.𝐛. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: some more older!neighbor!robin headcanons/thoughts.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1500

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!!) , finger sucking, fingering, oral, strap ons, orgasm denial, overstimulation, thigh riding, semi-public sex, not proofread (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: since some of you wanted a part 2...here we are! (part 1) inspired by/for @lightvixxen because this concept is what gets me through my days <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

neighbor!robin definitely loves to watch you suck her fingers clean after she's fucked you.

she loves the way your tongue slides up and down her digits, cleaning her up.

"such a greedy little thing, taking my fingers like that"

and sometimes she will purposely push them down deeper, watching the way your face changes at that.

robin loves spoiling you;

she always leaves little things in your room while you're out so you end up finding them when you least expect them.

you're just cleaning up the mess under your bed when suddenly you find a little bag with the sweetest set of lacy lingerie.

but you know exactly what to do with it; putting it on underneath your clothes the next time robin comes around.

so that when she chooses to undress you, she will find the little gift she's given you.

"i see, someone found the little present? fuck i knew it would look good on baby"

and of course, she has to fuck you in your new underwear.

minutes after the reveal, you're already spread out on her bed, your legs wrapped around her hips while she's thrusting into you with her strap.

"that's right baby, taking me so well...you look so pretty like that"

she simply loves to fuck you while she can watch you.

like that, she can keep an eye on every little reaction you might have, all while she has her strap buried in your throbbing cunt.

you love to watch robin work in the garden but you love it even more when you run up to her and ask if she needs any help.

you know damn well that you're not helping at all (you don't even know that much about gardening) but watching her doing all the hard work...oh lord-

it's even better when she leans her body against your, her front against your back, puts her hands on top of yours and guides you.

"see? that's how it's supposed to be done. yeah just like that...good girl"

her words, richly layered with double meanings are enough to drive you crazy.

but guess what? that's not all robin has to offer.

because the further she leans against you, the more aware you become of the bulge hidden beneath her wide shorts, that's now pressing firmly against your clothed center.

and she knows by the way your breath hitches and your lashes flutter that you've felt it.

"if you keep doing such a good job i might reward you later, how does that sound?"

you don't even bother to hold in the sinful whimper that follows

she just loves to take you with it; hitting your g-spot so well, while you're turning into a babbling, drooling mess for her, moaning out curses and her name mindlessly.

she just knows how to push your buttons a little too well.

obviously, she uses that fact to her own advantage...

...whispering dirty things in your ear at those little neighborhood gatherings, touching your thighs at inconvenient times, walking past your while you're out with friends, her hand brushing past yours.

you love sleeping over at hers, feeling her hand moving down your body in the middle of the night or early in the morning.

that feeling is enough for you to spread your legs beneath the blankets, mumbling tired curses when her fingers reach your clit.

all while her other hand is covering your mouth.

"the window is open, you know that don't you? want the whole street to hear how good i can make you feel?"

all she really wants is to hear your desperate whimpers. attempts of keeping it quiet but failing miserably.

she loves it when you ride her thigh; showing her just how desperate you are by the way your bare center glides over her skin, coating her in your arousal.

sometimes she yanks you back by the hair because you're just sobbing against her shoulder and she can't see that pretty face of yours.

"look at me when you ride me like that pretty girl. keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

i just know neighbor!robin loves to edge you.

"you cum when i tell you to, understood?"

but, god, it's so hard when she has three fingers pounding into you all while she's talking to you like that.

she doesn't stop until you're practically begging to cum and when you do, she will definitely use that as an excuse to fuck you through multiple orgasms in a row.

"oh but you wanted this, didn't you? now you're gonna fucking take it"

she knows how much you love it when she gets like this.

"you're loving this so much. i can see the way you're dripping all over me. enjoying every second of me fucking you like this. such a dirty slut"

she definitely enjoys fucking you when your house is all empty, making memories in the most inconvenient of all places.

bending you over the dining table and pressing your head down whilst she's thrusting into you.

"can you hear that doll? am i making you feel this good? fuck you've made such a mess..."

sometimes she can't even believe it when she looks down to find your thighs covered in your own wetness.

going down on you in the shower, with one bare leg thrown over her shoulder for better access.

your hands in her hair, just for something to hold onto while she's fucking you into oblivion.

against your own front door, just minutes after your parents have left.

"i promised i would keep an eye on their daughter while they're gone. should probably get started right now don't you think?"

the two of you could literally fuck for hours and you most definitely will at every chance you can get.

and it is not often that you have the whole house to yourselves for the weekend, but when you do it's heaven on earth.

"i want to hear you, baby. talk to me. am i making you feel good...? yeah...?"

she loves it when you can be as loud as you please without anyone hearing.

but there are other ways to achieve that...

sometimes she drives out into the woods with you, only to fuck you in the back of her car and hear your moans for her.

"don't you cover that pretty mouth of yours. no one can hear us out here"

the two of you spend hours out there, you cumming over and over on the backseat of her car while you’re bouncing on her strap.

“kiss me, come on! wanna feel your pretty lips on mine while i make you cum”

robin knows exactly that you can’t. not when you’re completely fucked out like that.

although you try to do it anyway.

the kiss is all tongue and teeth, with your open mouth pressing against hers over and over again.

“poor thing…can’t even kiss me anymore that’s how good you feel. pathetic”

the obscene noises of your squelching pussy and skin meeting skin fills her entire car.

robin loves to take your panties away after she has made you cum.

she loves to see the way you squirm and change your posture to find a way to hide your situation.

how desperately you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re bare under that little skit.

other times, robin sits you down on her lap while you’re watching a movie together.

it starts out as an innocent gesture; she just wants to feel you closer to her.

not long, whatsoever, until you’re rubbing yourself against the length of her leg.

she will pretend not to notice, waiting to see how far you’re willing to go.

and you go far.

just a couple of minutes pass and you have one hand behind you on her stomach to hold you upright, you’re eyes have fallen shut and she’s bouncing her leg against your crotch.

another time, robin walks in on you riding one of her pillows.

she left you for less than 10 minutes to take a shower but apparently that was enough already.

you immediately shove the pillow away from you. you try to hide what you’ve been doing but it’s too late, she’s caught you already.

she’s got a towel wrapped around her lower abdomen, allowing you to see most parts of her body. her hair is still wet and she’s looking at you with a raised brow.

“i-it’s not what it looks like i was just- i was-“

before you can finish your sentence she steps in your space and grabs your chin.

“is that what we’re doing now? humping my pillows while i’m gone?”

humiliation is running through your veins by the way she’s glaring at you, your hips rolling over the pillow on their own accord.

she still has a hold of your chin when your eyes meet again.

“good girl. keep doing that. i wanna see how much of a mess you can make”

you might be robin’s pillow princess for the majority of the time but when you have the chance to give her pleasure it’s everything.

her soft moans and the way she holds onto your hair causes you to rub your thighs together in anticipation

“oh you’re doing such a good job y/n. yeah- yeah right there- fuck good girl”

you always know that she’s the one who is in charge tho.

the way she’s guiding you and grinds down on your tongue leaves not the shadow of a doubt.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

comments and reblogs are always appreciated 🫶

[geddy-leesbian]

start of my FE Serrennedy AU :3

Goddess, he was so stupid. What was he thinking, chasing a bandit down through a hole in a wall and then down a mysterious tunnel all by himself?

In his defense, what he did had made sense in the moment. If he'd stopped to call for the knights, the bandit would have slipped away. And it was just one thief! Leon would have easily struck him down in a one-on-one. No, the problem was that as soon as the tunnel opened up into a large open cavern, there was a demonic beast. Leon was not ready for that. Why would he have been? He's right under the church! Surely there should be some kind of magical protection keeping these nightmarish monsters away from the monastery. 

Or not. Definitely not, because he definitely did get his ass handed to him by a gigantic worm. He did put up a pretty valiant fight, giving the creature at least one gash in exchange for each bruise and bite wound it dealt to him. It didn't even kill him, it just left of its own accord after one well-timed thrash of its tail left Leon lying on his back with the wind knocked out of him. It could have been one hell of a story– the underdog Leon fighting a demonic beast all by himself and escaping with his life! And it would have been, if he wasn't down in some fucking cavern where no one would ever look for him. 

But he is. And a bite wound is bleeding heavily. He feels dizzy when he tries to get up. He'd survive this if he was anywhere else, with a light magic user able to heal him, or even just someone more run of the mill with a cloth to slow the bleeding and keep him stable until an actual doctor could get to him. 

All alone, goddess knows where, he just lies there and tries not to think about how much everything hurts and how cold he is until he finally slips out of consciousness. 

-

Somehow he wakes up. He's alive? There's still some pain, but he feels it fading, the hurt being replaced by the pleasant warmth of healing white magic. Someone else must have seen him enter the tunnel and got help before it was too late.

“Thanks…” Leon manages to open his eyes, and is shocked to see a tan stranger kneeling above him, mending his wounds with white magic. A stranger. Not a knight, not one of his magically gifted classmates. He panics and his right hand gropes at the… ground? Floor? trying to find his sword. “Who the hell are you?”

“I could say the same to you. Barging into someone else's home, swinging your sword around like you own the place… Bit rude, no? Tell me your name first, intruder, then maybe I'll tell you mine,” The stranger's face twists into a mischievous smile. “One of mine, at least.”

“If I'm a rude intruder, why are you healing me?” Leon gives up on trying to get his sword, it's not like this is a fight he could ever win. He doesn't even know where he is. Just that he's underground and can hear running water. “Could've left me to rot or finished the job yourself if you were impatient.”

“Because you don't seem like an intruder who came here with the intention of causing trouble for the inhabitants of Abyss. You seem like a garden variety idiot, not the type I kill if I can help it. And! Your uniform, you're a student at the Officers Academy. I might get myself a pretty penny for bringing back one of their precious students in one piece.”

“Fine. I'm Leon. Who are you and where am I?”

“Oh. Oh! I know you! Of you, at least. I'm Luis. You're Lord Marvin's adopted kid, right?”

“Yeah,” Leon stares at Luis's handsome face for a minute, until something clicks into place. “I think I saw you once. You're Spencer's adopted son, right? What are you doing down some horrible hole, Spencer must be worried sick about you! We should go back to the surface and get you home, with two of us we'll be fine even if we run into monsters.”

“Home? Spencer? I'd rather die than go back to him. This is my home. It's not a hole, and it's not horrible. This is Abyss. A hidden little city beneath the monastery, a refuge for those who can't live on the surface. Surely you've heard rumors? Maybe heard about the savage mockingbird, the handsome leader and protector of Abyss?”

“Uh, that does ring a bell. Isn't he like, a hardened criminal? Gang leader that's murdered a whole lot of people?”

“I suppose that isn't incorrect, I have done that.”

“You?! How did you go from a noble house, a student at the academy with a great future, to this?” Leon looks at Luis, completely appalled. “A criminal hanging out in a den of other criminals, even leading them.”

“It's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you someday. But for now, you feel like you can walk?” Despite Luis being prolific enough as a cruel murderer to have earned a reputation and a nickname, he helps Leon to his feet with all the gentleness and care of the monastery's kindest priests. When he looks down at himself, he sees the lighter wounds that weren't worth healing magically were still expertly bandaged. “We should get you back up to the surface before anyone notices you've been gone, I'm sure you'd be in a lot of trouble for sneaking off to explore–”

“I wasn't exploring!” Leon interjects. “I was chasing a thief. He got away when the monster attacked.”

“Ah, one of my lackeys. Still, even with your noble intentions I get the feeling your activities would earn you one hell of a lecture for doing something so reckless. I suggest you sneak back into your bed, hide your injuries, in the morning say you're tired because you didn't sleep well, so no one has to know what you were up to.”

“Doesn't that defeat the purpose of you saving me? If you want your reward, you'll have to tell someone about it.”

“Forget the reward. This is just… Some charity work.”

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You said that Serena would give SH gifts she'd have to store in the city away from the cloister. What if she remembered where she kept them once they got in the city and were walking around? Her and Serena looking at the little stash of gifts?

I think the three of you should get an award for all having this brilliant idea 🥰 I was so amused, seeing these back to back in the inbox lol

Um, that would be the cutest moment ever?????

(Also the bit about Jaheira's kids getting into the stash has me dead lmao)

In Act 3 when they’re in the lower city- and Shadowheart comes across some old graffiti…and she realizes it’s an indicator for her stash????

An old pressed night orchid, a couple of books Serena gave her, letters Serena slipped into her hand as she was leaving (complete with Serena’s lipstick mark where she signed her name) (Shadowheart definitely spent a while holding that letter to her chest)….all nestled into the concealed part of the wall hidden by loose bricks.

They’d be so emotional. Shads with her shaking hands, laughing softly at the letters- at how nervous yet eager Serena was, at how she hasn’t changed even a little: still romantic, still enamored with Shadowheart, after all these years. Just…even more, now. Serena would be so touched to know Shadowheart kept all the gifts. To know she gave Shadowheart even a modicum of comfort in the hardest time of her life? It would bring her so much joy.

And maybe they get to read those letters and books together, that night when they camp. Maybe Shadowheart traces her fingertips over the elegant script, all about how she adores Shadowheart, and then kisses Serena’s hands- a quiet and reverent thank you for her love, even way back then. Maybe they lie together in Shadowheart’s tent and kiss like it’s their first stolen kiss, out by the gardens, just out of view of the guards and the guests alike.

Maybe they fall asleep in each other’s arms, and Shadowheart realizes she’s always had someone who’s loved her, even when it felt like the world had forsaken her. Someone willing to storm the house of grief with her, willing to get her parents back no matter the danger. She isn’t alone, like she thought, and she never was.

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OC Deep Dive Tag!

Thank you, @eternalwritingstudent, for the tag!

I did Kia last time, so let's do Neia this time!

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Swimming! She lost her shield brother when she attempted to escape a horde of giant spiders by throwing them both into the river - neither of them can swim, and he, already weakened by spider venom, drowned. She won't go near running water now.

Do they have any pet peeves?

She hate hate HATES being talked over. Let her speak! She has valuable stuff to say too!

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

What's a bedroom?

What do they notice first in a person?

What weapons they're wielding, if any. Do they have hidden weapons? How dangerous are they? How fast can she take them down?

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

About a 9. She's pretty used to pain.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Absolutely fight. She's always ready to throw down, whether it's necessary or not.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Technically she only has her brother, but she considers her shield family as actual family, so she has two brothers and a sister left. Medium family is best family!

What animal represents them best?

A rattlesnake.

What is a smell that they dislike?

Bread. Specifically orc bread. It's hard and crunchy and it hurts her mouth. She hates bread day.

Have they broken any bones?

Oh absolutely. Almost all of them. She's pretty sure she has a broken rib right now.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Twitchy. Always looking around. Incapable of holding still. Hand on sword always.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

She prefers the stillness of night, so definitely night owl

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Bread is gross. Orc bread is so gross. But she loves lembas!

Do they have any hobbies?

She likes helping Alanya in her garden. Does that count?

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

She doesn't do surprises. People gonna die.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

No. What's jewelry? Oh, the fancy stuff Elves wear? Dumb. Shiny.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

She doesn't write.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Boredom and fear

Do they have a favorite fabric?

leatherrrrr

What kind of accent do they have?

She wears the rough accent of Dol Guldur, but there's still a tinge of music in her tone.

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