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#using this as an announcement to my followers who follow me bc of one piece:#if you don't want to see me go insane about some cringefail german crime show tomorrow go blacklist the tatort saarbrĂźcken tag#i will probably liveblog the new episode so yeah#block that tag or block me or sth#yeah#anyway#i finished the anime yesterday#and i watched red#i havent recovered since#i probably never will#uhhh yeah#dracule mihawk#akagami no shanks#shanks#buggy the clown#donquixote doflamingo#mishanks#dofuwani#one piece#opla#one piece netflix#incorrectonepiece
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Jensen Ackles and Jeffrey Dean Morgan | New Jersey Convention, Main Panel (April 16, 2023)
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âhey dad! times been good to yaâ (x)
when jensen and danneel had crushes on each other but were tied up with other people jensen wrote her a note that said ânot now. but somedayâ and she still has it (x)
jdm was on jensens first date with danneel bc JENSEN INVITED HIM BC HE HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A FIRST DATE (x)
jensen: jdm got off a motorcycle in slomo and i saw hilarieâs jaw on the floor. she had no idea who he was (x)
fan: fav backstage moment from cons jdm: when i told everyone i was having a daughter bc i wasnt supposed to (x)
jensen: when we announced the end of spn and at SDCC there were 7000 people and i told jared âtake this in. this is itâ (x)
*everyone arguing over an answer* jensen; glad we figured that out. great job jdm: im still confused (x)
jensen got in trouble for sharing info abt a project last con so he will not be saying ANYTHING (x)
fan; SOLDIER BOY COMING BACK? jensen: uhâŚâŚ.no comment (x)
theyre talking about their daughters jdm: mine will be the death of me jensen: one will be the death of me and the other will take care of me jdm; mine will be twerking over my grave jensen: HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW DADDYÂ (x)
.@JDMorgan : the year I did #Supernatural and Grey's Anatomy changed my life #SPNNJÂ (x)
.@JensenAckles getting the part of Tony in West Side Story in high school was life changing - after his baseball coach talked him into doing it. (x)
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the drama teacher at Jensenâs school wanted him to be in the spring musical and his baseball coach was like âyouâve played with me for three years. go give this a shot i promise weâll be in the front rowâ (x) a talent scout was at the play and told jensen that he had it and he should come to LA and he went âlol take a hikeâ (x) THE ROLE WAS TONY IN WEST SIDE STORY!!! and his whole baseball team was like âwoah â (x)
jensen: getting into the industry is harder now that it was back then jdm: i dont even know how to get an agent now jensen: yeah dont ask us for advice (x)
Question: Jensen, what was your favorite thing about soldier boy? JDM: the codpiece. *crowd laughs* JDM: sorry, I thought you were asking me. (x)
the boots soldier boy wore on the show are the same ones that dean wore on spn. theyâre called carolinas (x)
jensen: jdm texted me when i was getting fitted and he was immediately like âSHOW ME THE COD PIECEâ and i was like âperfect timing i have five of them lined up which oneâ AND JDM SAID âPICK THE BIGGEST ONEâ (x)
fan; nash was amazing. is there hope for touring in the future for radio co? jensen: thanks it took a lot of drugs jdm: heâs not lying (x)
jensen: touring might be aggressive but anything is on the table (x)
jdm: i watched it online and i remember texting you being like âwhat the fuck is going on that was amazingâ (x)
jensen looked at steve and said âthis is a bad idea we should leaveâ right before going on bc louden swain KILLED and they didnt wanna follow that (x)
.@JensenAckles : even tho it was a vengeful mission, John set out to right a wrong. In The Winchesters we wanted to show John before that trauma. (x)
jensen says the pilot of spn âholds up todayâ (x)
fan: whats your fav format to play in (movies, tv, voice acting, etc) jdm; whatever has the best writing. we knew supernatural was going to be good by the first ep (x)
jensen turns towards tv bc he doesnt know where itâll go and where it will end (x)
jensen: ive done soap operas and that was 20-24 pages of dialogue a day (x)
APPARENTLY ONE TIME JENSEN TAPED JEFFâS DIALOGUE TO HIS CHEST AND HE WAS LIKE âWE GOTTA GET THROUGH THE DAY LOOK AT MY TITSâ (x)
JENSEN TALKING ABOUT FRIENDS AND HE YELLS âPIVOTâ (x)
jensen: i heard âanyway you want itâ in the car and almost got out before the second chorus hit bc i thought i was late for stage (x)
fan: go to karaoke song? jensen: have u ever done karaoke? jdm: never in my life. i think you asked me once and i said âgoodnight đđť â jensen: right but it was more like âgoodnight đđťÂ (x)
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#Jensen Ackles#Jeffrey Dean Morgan#NJCon23#SPNNJ#Jensen: Panel Highlights#*#I really enjoyed their dynamic#and how supportive of each other they are#it's very genuine
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Hi, just wanted to remind you that I still love all the ego stuff you wrote. I was a big lurker during the time you actively wrote it but dude it was so fucking good.
When I think about the egos, I mostly think about your stuff bc it made the characters come to life. It was so good. I canât say it enough.
The stuff Iâm pulling from memory rn is Antiâs time in The Forgotten. Like my bro, my dude, my homie. That shit pulled at my heart. The fact that he was only gone for like a day or smt in our dimension but he had actually been gone for like 10 years in that dimension experiencing horrors unknown. AND NOBEDY KNEW???? Good shit.
The relationship between the Host and dr. Iplier. Still one of my fav bromances. Like the trust between them and how it was made through hardships. It came to a point where Host even trusted Doc with his name??? Which gave him power over Host, something he was so afraid of. Doc made him a better man. Stopped him from being too cruel. But than he had to forget it bc he went insane. BUT BECAUSE HOST IS AN ASS, HE MADE DOC AND ANTI FORGET EVERYTHING. My guy, thatâs your platonic husband and adopted son. Yes I was screaming about that. That still gets me going.
There is so much other stuff too though. Like Anti and Doc becoming family. The egos all getting closer. Phantom being an absolute menace every time he appeared. The Googles becoming more and more human over time.
You introduced me to Wiggles. Didnât know anything about PJ before I started reading your works.
What it all boils down to, is me wanting to thank you. I donât know how you look back on those ego stories but it got me through some dark times. You updating it always made my day better. I still carry a piece of it with me everywhere I go and has also inspired me a lot. So thank you!
Oh man, thank you so much for taking time to send this! It's honestly insanely encouraging to hear those stories stuck with you. I still love them a lot myself, cringe or no, because they're such a fun time capsule of that period in my life, and this blog and all the people who followed it (lurkers and all) also helped me get through college in one piece.
Gosh I did put Anti through so much, but in my defense, it was for character development! He and Ollie were always one of my favorite dynamics to write, personally. I mean, the computer glitch demon and the sentient android with a heart of gold? I still haven't made up something that good since. Also the Mare and Phantom dynamic, which they were always managing to screw up somehow. Unhealthy sibling dynamics are the best.
It's also insane that so much of the Host stuck with you because he was always my favorite to write and the one that felt the most like mine at the end of the day. The fact that Mark announced he'd retired him as a character and we all collectively agreed to kidnap him and give him a story is still one of this fandom's shining moments in my mind. In fact, I've kinda snagged Host for different original stories I'm writing now just because I miss writing him so much. I've also kept The Forgotten as a concept, which is definitely getting used in a setting I'm working on now because the angst potential is indeed too good to deny.
Also, while we're strolling down memory lane, what one writer gets to wipe their entire canon midway through and start over again in an alternate timeline whilst using references to the previous timeline to terrorize their readers? Ending one timeline of the blog to begin another was a wild but fascinating experiment on my part to see how I could use it to play with foreshadowing and all that jazz. Plus nothing will ever quite beat letting the audience reach into the narrative and start making their own waves from time to time.
But even though I do mostly original stories now, I'm still loving writing found families and platonic soulmates and maybe the redeeming of one or two villains, so I appreciate all the practice and the feedback I got from these stories! I'll probably keep sneaking Ego references into my stories forever. I'd also be curious to know which story arcs stuck with other people??
#i forgot how much i love talking about these stories though#its been too long!!#markiplier egos#jse egos
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the way corey just doesnât publicly acknowledge colbyâs cancer whatsoever. he was just live on tiktok(i donât follow him it was just recommended to me on my fyp) so he obviously is on social media
jake said on twitter that he misses snc and he has been supporting colby since he first announced his cancer. he was shady a few times but he still supported his once dear friend when that friend needed it the most which is more than some people (ex snc friends) are doing.
it actually blows my mind that some people really are just not acknowledging it at all. like corey ffs lived with snc for years and they were friends for what feels like forever. if my once good friend got cancer i would most definitely support them. even if that friendship breakup didnât end amicably. life is too damn short to be so cold. and i donât wanna hear that corey could be supporting him in private bc theyâre both influencers and it has a lot of people under the impression that theyâre not friends anymore, not even a little, and that corey doesnât care
i used to miss the traphouse days and coreyâs addition to the videos but now i think both sam and especially colby are better off without him. jake seems to be coming around a lil
part of me wonders if coreyâs lack of support has something to do with how good of friends he is with l10
yeah, i'll be honest; i thought after a couple months back when colby, corey, and jake were seen at the same concert, i thought that maybe the hatchet got buried even slightly and while corey still didn't say anything back then about supporting colby, i thought "you know what, maybe he said it in person."
but with this go around, and colby starting chemo, and corey still not saying anythingâŚ. he's absolutely trash to me. and so is any of snc's old friends that haven't said anything.
and i truly do not want to hear "oh they probably said something behind the scenes" bc that's bullshit. that's a cop out answer. it takes two seconds to just comment a heart or even "you got this". no one is asking for you guys to become best friends again. you are a social media person and have been for years. everyone is watching you and waiting for you to say something.
and that's the thing that upsets me. i get they aren't close anymore. that's fine. friends drift apart, it is what it is. but corey, bffr. you wouldn't have a career if it weren't for snc. you would have died out with vine when you stopped dancing. you couldn't even keep up making dumb vlogs when you lived in the trap house. the only reason you remained relevant was bc of snc and the videos they allowed you to be in. and now, when sending just an ounce of love colby's way would be the right thing to do, regardless of whatever fallout yall had, you can't even do that? you're a piece of shit. there's no other way around it.
i'm not close to any of my old friends, but if any of them ever said they had cancer i would reach out and send them love. even my ex best friend, who i've basically blocked on everything. i would still reach out and let her know i'm here if she needs anything. bc ppl need support when they're at their lowest, when they're sick. but you not being able to even pretend to care is fucked.
and while i do think it's easy to blame elton on this to some degree, i don't think so. corey himself said he's a grown man, he should act like one then. make your own decisions. if elton kicks you to the curb bc you reached out to an old friend bc he's going thru cancer treatment, then elton is a terrible person and doesn't deserve any success.
elton's also a piece of shit for not reaching out. but at the same time i expected that of him.
#ask#personal#corey scherer#elton castee#and i don't want to hear a single person try to defend them#fuck you and them too then
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I virtually attended a church sermon today. I feel a little weird about it bc Iâm not Christian and I have a huge problem with their god and Iâm surrounded by corrupt ones that donât follow their own teachings whatsoever and spread hatred. But after research and curiosity, I wanted to see what a Unitarian church was about. More about community than a closed religion. Thereâs a church here but itâs kinda far away and itâs at 10:30am and I donât really do mornings before 11 soooo⌠I only made it today for their livestream bc I woke up at 10:30 on the dot lol.
It was unlike any other sermon Iâd ever attended. The others were just priests shouting at us calling us sinners and blaming everything on the devil. đ This one? Multiple people stood at the altar with announcements, talks of joy, they talked about Diwali and Hinduism. There were hymns that shared from multiple religions to treat others the way you want to be treated, something I was told relentlessly growing up while the ones who told me treated everyone with malice. Optional collections for a resource centre I worked at years ago that helps the homeless. There were hymns from the choir that were recently sang by the people of Israel and Palestine to stop the wars. People made clay lamps during the service for Diwali (even though itâs several weeks late iirc?), there was a rangoli. They reminded everyone of Pagan holidays and Jewish holidays and Muslim holidays. There was a meditation. They welcome everyoneâatheist, agnostic, Christian, pagan, another religion, queer, BIPOC, etc. It was beautiful.
Iâve always been open to all religions, just not part of them. Iâve gone from being forced into corrupt âChristianityâ from 3-14 by an evil mother, to questioning agnostic angry at Christianity, to Wiccan, to Pagan, to questioning agnostic, to Satanist, to questioning agnostic/atheist. But considering this church isnât down your throat âYouâre bad, youâre the problem, I personally hate the queer community bc Iâm a piece of shit rwinger therefore Iâm going to use my genocidal god as an excuse to be a cunt even tho Jesus loves everyoneâ bigoted nonsense⌠and more about community and spreading genuine love⌠idk I might show up next Sunday too. Itâs a peaceful hour out of my rotten week.
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also thinking out loud
so like just to verify
everyoneâs Super Fucking Pissed at boc
bc.......
they didnât announce kpts season 2 (which i thought, based on the books, would be incredibly shitty to figure out and make palatable for ppl who loved season 1?)
and there was no new series for mile & apo...
even though theyâre doing an incredibly cool unique period piece movie thatâs getting a theatrical release....in august
like.
[stares]
and theyâve been doing a bunch of rewrites on the film, as well
so like
yâall know how long movies take to make, right
just saying i would not wanna be negotiating TWO filming schedules and TWO main characters jostling around in my head so like. yâknow.Â
also re: all of the other actors who donât have series or a movie coming outÂ
i imagine doing a couple more world tour shows helps and that there are likely other projects in the works
but it seems like the purpose of this whole project announcement thing, given all of the bigwigs that were in attendance, was to basically sell themselves.
like hey we got the thai film industry to take us really seriously. weâre doing a theatrical release. we have other series and weâre working internationally. weâre creating original content. we have world tours and other projects. weâre branching out and doing reality shows--we have a thriller in the works.
give us money, hire/cast our actors, fund our projects, invest in us
and like yeah i get it everyone wanted to hear more from all the boys but to be quite honest i really appreciate giving the stage to the entire creative team behind a film like that
that was basically a bragging moment for all of them to continue getting more work
like that was a sales pitch first and foremost
and then a fun fan content announcement second
that was 10000000% a sales pitch but they needed the fervor to prove that there was fan interest in all of this, as well, bc thatâs part of the sales pitch
idk man iâm extremely fucking glad iâm not like entrenched in the fandom bc some of yâall are fucking wild. lol
no one i follow or who follows me (which is like, no one from kpts fandom lol)
but iâm seeing/hearing things secondhand. lol
ANYWAYÂ
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Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
summary: Buckyâs girl has to get her wisdom teeth removed, and he would go to all lengths to protect her from that experienceâbut he has to deal with the aftermath and takes care of her in the best possible ways.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: mentions of blood and surgical environment, mentions of pain and panic, Bucky being overprotective, mentions of his nightmares/night terrors, mentions of teeth removal, but overall more fluff than angst!
authorâs note: This is entirely self-indulgence on my behalf bc I got mine removed on Tuesday, and it was probably the scariest experience I ever had in a doctorâs office. So, I need to imagine Bucky would be there and worry about me and take care of me.
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He sat in the hallway, forearms resting on his knees, of which one bounced rapidly to ease the need to jump up and walk straight into that room. Steve was right next to himâBucky suspected that YN had asked him to sit down with him, just in caseâand he was thankful for his best friendâs company because the sounds he could pick up in the distance almost drove him mad.
Bucky knew that Steve probably heard them more clearly, but the faint sounds were already enough for him to want to jump up and save his girl from the excruciating fear she now had to face in there. She sounded like an injured and scared animal, and he could hear her sobs traveling to his earsâit reminded him so much of the sounds he woke himself with night after night, the panic all-consuming, and only her tender touches could pull him back out of the memories. Listening to YN making those exact same noises almost broke his heart to a million pieces.
âWhy canât they just put her under,â he mumbled angrily, hands pushing through his now short hair, which YN had cut for him during a sunny but lazy Saturday morning. Steve softly patted his shoulder. âYou know her body would burn through the anesthesia faster than they could work, and they canât use the stuff Bruce developed because she tends to get high blood pressure from it.â Steve tried everything to get through to Bucky, to console him, to make him understand that this was the only optionâand that everything would be alright. âShe will push through it. They gave her something to calm down, and she doesnât feel any pain.â His words seemed like a joke as another sobbing moan was heard by the two super soldiers. âDoesnât sound like it,â Bucky mumbled, face buried in his hands.
The blonde man sighed deeply before speaking up again. âFriday?â The AI instantly woke to life. âYes, Captain Rogers?â He threw a look at his friend before asking the question. âHow is YN holding up in there?â They had to wait a few seconds before Friday spoke again. âAgent LNâs blood pressure is slightly elevated, but Doctor Hilton just said they would be done in only a couple of minutes. The last tooth is rotated, and he needs a bit longer to remove it than he did for the previous three. I will notify you when they are done.â
Bucky slumped back against the wall behind him, releasing the held breath in a deep sigh, but still continued the wringing of his hands. The wiring sound of his metal arm increased as he raked his metal fingers through his hair once more, his eyes closed and dark brows furrowed. At least he didnât hear the pained moan coming from his girlfriend anymore, but he still could make out her soft crying.
The following minutes passed as slowly as eternity probably would feel before Friday announced that the procedure was finished and the last stitch was made. Neither Steve nor the nurses who worked in the medbay of the compound could stop the brunette soldier as he jumped off the too-small chair and rushed through the hallway. He didnât even bother to check if he was allowed to enter the sterile surgical room; instead, he just stalked in there, throwing everyone a dark look, before hurrying himself over to YN, who still rested on the horizontal chair, eyes red and puffy from all the crying, tears still running down her already slightly swollen cheeks.
âOh, YNN,â he whispered gently and softly, prying open her cramped fingers, which held tensely onto each other. He took her hand in his, pressed it against his chest, and leaned down to pepper her forehead in soft kisses, not wanting to risk hurting her if he dared to kiss her cheeks. âYou did so well, doll. So, so well,â he continued his whispered praises and brushed the salty tears off her cheeks and from underneath her eyes with a feather-like touch of his thumb. She looked up at him, tears still clearly visible in her watery eyes, and another sob escaped her throat. But suddenly, she choked on it, and a bit of blood escaped her lips as she coughed, which Bucky was fast to dab from there with the towel laying on the surgical tray right next to her.
âThere. All gone.â He smiled down at her, and YN stretched her arms out to him, desperation and the remnants of panic and fear on her still pretty face, and he softly pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the chair. âMake sure she lays upright for the first couple of days,â the surgeon says after Bucky has turned with her securely in his arms. âCooling is essential, so start with it right away. When her cheeks swell up, you can do lymphatic drainageâFriday has the instructions. Check-up is tomorrow, and we will remove the stitches a week from now.â The soldier nodded after every point made. âThe painkillers and the antibiotics are in this bag, along with some instructions concerning her nutrition for the upcoming days, but Friday also generated a meal plan.â Again, another nod from Bucky while YN just clung to him. âShe did really good,â Hilton smiled at last and released the couple.
Bucky carried her out of the room and let Steve accompany them on their way upwards onto the living floor. YN threw the blonde a thankful look before opening her mouth slightly. âThanks, Stevie.â It was only a mumble, almost incomprehensible due to the cotton pads between her teeth and the still working local anesthetic, numbing her entire mouth, including her tongue, but Steve understood her nonetheless. âEverything for my sister-in-mind,â he returned with a soft smile and gently rubbed over her back. âGet some rest, cupcake.â She nodded at his words before snuggling her head back onto Buckyâs shoulder while Steve walked off and left them at the door to their shared bedroom.
âHow is the pain, doll?â YN shrugged at that, clinging to him as he tried to put her on the bed and wanting to leave her alone. âDongo,â she mumbled, and the soldier smiled down at her, crouching in front of the sitting woman. âWas never my intention, pretty girl. Just wanted to get your shoes off. Do you want some fluffy socks? One of my Henleys?â She nodded at both with brightening eyes, and Bucky smiled again before softly kissing the crown of her head, a hand gently combing through her hair. âBe right back, darling.â And he held his word, returning with her favorite pair of fluffy socksâthe ones with candy canes and reindeerâand her favorite Henleyâthe dark red one. He helped her into both, always careful not to touch her cheeks.
He moved her into the middle of the enormous bed, propping her up with the pillows lying around and tucking her in. âGonna do a quick run to the kitchen to get you those cooling packs, doll. Need anything else?â She shook her head and watched him as he left and even stared at the door when he returned only minutes laterâarms filled with all kinds of stuff.
YN raised both brows in silent question after Bucky had neatly piled everything on top of the bedside table and tried to figure out how he could attach the cooling packs to her face. He would hold them day and night, but the soldier was sure that his girlfriend wouldnât be fond of that suggestion. âDonât give me that look, doll. Yâknow, I canât let you starve or dehydrate. Nat gave me those drink meals? And Tony found some of those squeeze puree bags Peter used when he got his removed. I donât know; it says something about banana and strawberry flavor, and that sounded quite good, didnât it? Oh, and I got you lots of water, and Wanda will bring some tea later. She said it would be antibacterial? Sâsupposed to help with the healing andââŚâ He rambled without pause, and YN gently pressed her pointer finger onto his lips and let him shut up. âSorry,â he mumbled against her skin with a bashful smile.
âGive me those.â YN took the cooling packs out of his restless, moving hands and pointed to their shared closet. âCould you bring me a scarf?â Bucky was up and on the other side of the room within a blink of an eye and held three options over his head, a questioning expression in his eyes. âWhich one?â YN smiled softly and slightly shook her head. âDoesnât matter, silly,â she told him, but Bucky still treated the decision like the most important one on this day. âI think we should go with the grey one. Itâs soft enough for your skin, itâs not too expensive to be crying over it when you ruin it, and itâs big enough for whatever you might wanna do to it,â he finally decided and brought it to her before plopping down next to YN and watching her in her doings.
She folded it in half lengthwise and put the two cooling packs in the middle before wrapping them in the fabric. Then, she lifted the now-heavy scarf and started to make a knot on the top of her headâthe section with the packs now tightly resting around her chin and cheeks. Bucky stared in awe at her inventing mind, and a chuckle escaped him after YN had turned her head to face him. âYou look like a little bunny. Or that one Disney character with the long ears.â YN giggled at that. âYou mean Goofy?â He nodded with a grin before pulling her close to his body.
âHow is the pain? Do you need some of those painkillers?â He had to make sure that it didnât get worse while he was gone. And he was glad he asked because she nodded slowly, almost shyly. âYeah⌠Think the anesthetic is wearing off,â the agent mumbled, and he was quick to get the package from the bag and one of the water bottles he had brought. âThere you go,â he mumbled after carefully removing the blood-drenched cotton pads from her mouth, and she had thrown one in and emptied the bottle halfway. âDonât have to feel embarrassed, love. Just tell me if you need another one, yeah? You donât have to suffer only because you think you have to.â YN nodded gently and leaned her head heavily on his shoulder.
âI was so scared in there,â she finally dared to whisper and felt his hold around her tighten. âI know, love. Heard you through that entire hallway. It broke my heart not to be able to protect you from that. But you did so, so well. My brave girl,â the usually grumpy super soldier mumbled into her soft hair, pressing several kisses to her temple. âSorry for worrying you. And scaring you. I just⌠just couldnât stop the tears and the sounds because it hurt so bad but didnât hurt at the same time because everything was numb, but my jawâŚâ The memory of the feeling when a tooth was pulled out alone made her nauseous again, not to mention the sickening sound when the surgeon had to crack one of her teeth in order to get it out of her damn jaw.
Bucky held her even closer at that and hummed softly. âItâs over now, love. And stop apologizing, hm? Itâs my responsibility to worry myself to death when it comes to you. Youâre my everything, YNN. Itâs natural for me to worry aboutâya.â She looked up at him and accepted the incoming forehead kiss with tiredly closing eyes, finally feeling comforted and loved and safe again. âBut yâdonât have to hang here the entire week. I know you have missions and the evaluation of the recruits, andââŚâ Now it was Buckyâs turn to tenderly lay a finger to her lips and urge her to look up at him again. âDid you really think for a second Iâd leave you all to yourself? To let you look after yourself alone? Silly woman,â he grinned and pecked the tip of her nose with a soft kiss. âYouâre my responsibility, doll. So itâs my responsibility to take care of you this entire week. Havenât had so much time with you in weeks, so Iâm very willing to stay right here where I am.â
YN blinked slowly, comprehending his words, and sniffled a bit as tears tried to rise in her eyes. âYou really stay here?â She couldnât understand the luck she had to have Bucky at her side. But his nod showed her that he meant it. âYou can bet on it. You will be so sick of me after these seven days,â he chuckled and let her cuddle tightly into his chest. âNot possible,â she whispered, and within a few seconds, Bucky felt her body getting heavier in his arms and all he did was hold her while she slept off the adrenaline and panic from earlier.
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As already mentioned, this was entirely selfish to write because I really needed that. But still, I hope yâall enjoyed it at least a bit :3 As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!
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Mizpah // the darkling x f!reader // ch 6
summary: given some time alone to think, the pieces begin to fall into place. you go to confront the darkling be he avoids you at any given cost, until one night you go into the one room you were never granted permission to enter.
warnings: cursing, talks about violence/torture and death, alcoholism
A/N: the truth finally comes out. This is all over the place bc I was trying to rush getting it out. 5.9k+ words and 12 pages later, here we are. not proofread, will comeback later to edit.
ANA KUYAâS voice echoed in the back of your mind as you laid on your cot, calling out for Mal and Alina as they ran away from her. It was the day Grisha came to the orphanage to find out if one of their own had been whisked away into a place like this. You examined the walls, cracks running up and down them. The windows barely opened, and when they did, they let out horrible screeches. Water leaked from the bathrooms, the annoying drip a constant on your mind.
Maybe you shouldâve gotten up from your bed and got tested by a Grisha. Maybe then you wouldnât have had to stay in such a run down orphanage. The Duke was rarely here, so no one really cared about his orphanage no matter how infamous he was. But being Grisha meant leaving Mal and Alina behind, something you couldnât do because they had become your only family. Besides, Grisha donât get sick, therefore you werenât a Grisha.
You could never be a Grisha.
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AS you phased into consciousness, you could hear someone muttering something in the background. Your hands were so cold, you reached out for something- anything that could give you warmth. You tried to blink away the blurriness of your eyes, nothing seemed to work. The person rushed to your side, clutching both of your hands in one as the other stroked your cheek.
âGo back to sleep.â He said, brushing your hair back. Closing your eyes, he assumed you had fallen asleep already. He resumed his mumbling, the words slowly becoming coherent as fell back asleep.
âItâs...too...soon..â
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THE painful pounding of your heart had subsided as the Grisha left. Mal walked into the room followed by Alina, who was sporting a new wound on her palm that Ana Kuya had scolded her for.
âCome on, get up!â Mal urged, knowing from the look on your face that the pain had already left you.
âWhere are we going?â You said eagerly, scooting to the front edge of your bed to lace up your boots.
âTo the meadow.â That was all you needed to hear before running out the bedroom door. Mal and Alinaâs footsteps padding behind. The three of you started a mildly competitive game of tag, the other two making sure you didnât exert yourself.
In that moment, you were who you were supposed to be. Three children lying on the field, making stupid promises to each other.
âWe canât hide forever, but we can run.â
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THIS time when you find yourself in a field, thereâs a man laying next to you. It was the same man from your dream, shoulder length hair and clean shaven face.
âAleksander?â He lets out a hm, awaiting your question. âWhere am I?â
âWhat do you mean, my darling?â Aleksander- General Kirigan- or whoever the hell he was turned to look at you, laying one of his arms upon your stomach. His hand keeping a firm grip on your waist. From your peripheral view you could see him studying you.
He started with your eyes, taking in their color and your long lashes. He moved from the curve of your nose until he got to your soft, plump lips. You stared at the sky, afraid of what you would see, who you would recognize if you turned to face him.
âWeâre at our meadow.â
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WHEN you finally regain consciousness, you find yourself alone in a nearly dark room. Only one lantern had been lit up. It was just before dawn, you could see the sun beginning to peek out. Someone had changed you into a nightgown, you didnât know who it was. Perhaps it was Alina or maybe the Darkling, maybe neither. Either way, you were thankful they decided to change you out of the robe you had fainted in.
With great struggle, you propped yourself up, your elbows taking the brunt of your weight. You crawled to the foot of your bed to put on your night slippers. The rug under your bed only went so far before it hit the cold floor. You slowly made your way to the desk, sitting yourself in front of the mirror.
The magic Genya had performed on you days ago had worn out by now. How long were you out for? The dark circles under your eyes had returned, seemingly worse. Your skin, although already dull, became more dull and pale. Whatever shine you originally had was gone. Your eyes look sunken in. While your hair was frail and also lost the shine that Genya gave it.
âSaints..â You whispered to yourself as you raked a hand through your hair. You were basically a dead person walking. You considered fetching a servant to bring you Genya, but decided against it. Throwing on a robe, you silently made your way to the war room, hoping to find the Darkling there. When you entered it remained empty, along with the bed he usually slept in. You walked the halls looking for one of his oprichniki, yet they werenât around either.
There was no use in barging into his bedroom when it seemed like he was gone. Plus you didnât want to invade his privacy knowing that he could have you killed for going into his room without permission if someone had seen you. You spotted one of the palace guards, walking up to him as you placed your hands into the pockets of your robe.
âExcuse me, do you happen to know where the General is?â You asked, staring into the guards eyes.
âHe left a week ago, accompanied by his personal guards.â Was all he said, not disclosing why he had left. A week? Had you really been unconscious for a week? This usually never happened to you, not like this.
âDo you know when heâll be back?â
âIn a couple of days.â He said, not giving you an exact day. You quickly thanked him before making your way back to your room to change for the day. The dull ache of your heart was finally leaving, allowing for you to feel more like yourself. You were able to spot the sun in the sky as you finished changing. You thought about basking in its light when your stomach growled loudly.
I suppose I should eat, you thought. Itâd been nearly a week since you were able to feed yourself, your last meal being breakfast. You could remember someone feeding you periodically throughout the week, now knowing the Darkling had left, it was most likely Alina. You rang for a servant, asking to be brought breakfast when she arrived. Surveying the room, you decided that the Darkling wouldnât mind if you did a little retouching.
You moved the table towards the window, wanting to eat in the sunlight without having the harsh winter winds freeze you. Opening the curtain allowed for more sunlight to stream through, a grunt of triumph leaving your lips as you looked at your new setup.
The squeaky wheel of the servantâs cart alerted you of her presence, rushing to open the door before she could knock. You took the tray from her hands, closing the door with your foot as you skipped towards the table, eager to get some food in your system.
The food they had given you was practically the same, sweet pea porridge, a tall glass of water, and a bowl of grapes. It wasnât your favorite, but you ate it anyway. Savouring the familiar crunch and sweetness of the grapes. Sitting in the sun had left you feeling giddy and warm, excited for summer when you would be able to go out whenever you could and feel the sun on your skin.
It was the same warmth you felt whenever the Darkling touched you, even when you saw him in your dreams, there had always been a lingering sense of familiarness-- and affection. You saw the look in his eyes just seconds before you passed out, the shock as you said his name, the concern visible in his eyebrows. Him whispering, stay with me, please. It was all foreign to you. In fact, his behaviour was strange to you.
Youâve always heard of the Darkling being cold, menacing, someone you had to fear. There were stories of him ruthlessly slaughtering the DrĂźskelle, using the Cut to separate multiple heads from bodies in a matter of seconds. Yet he welcomed you into his home without a second thought. He fed you, gave you clothing and a place to sleep, even gave you a tour of the Little Palace himself. You were sure he had never given someone the treatment that he had given you, so what made you so different? What made you so special to him?
You didnât miss the look he gave you when you first entered the war room, recognition and longing bright in his eyes. He tried to hide the emotion, but you were able to catch it before he returned to his dark and empty gaze. It would explain the memories, but only fueled your confusion and curiosity more. Had you shared a past life with him? If so, why were you back? How were you back? Getting lost in your thoughts, you didnât hear the person knocking until they opened the door and announced themselves.
The familiar red hue of his kefta brought you comfort. You were too trusting lately, youâd only met Fedyor a week ago. Just the sight of his kefta had calmed something down in you. This palace was changing you, bringing out something from within you that never existed. Being this trusting on the fields would get you killed.
âGood morning, Fedyor. What brings you here?â You greeted him. This time you already had your boots laced up, the tray in your hands ready to be disposed of on the table by the door. âGoing to escort me to combat training?â
âActually, the General forbade you from stepping foot on training grounds again.â You let out a loud gasp as you whipped towards him. Thinking there was something wrong, Fedyor stepped forward, reaching his arms out to steady you just in case anything happened. In your anger, you slapped his hands away.
âOh just you wait until he gets back,â You seethed, âWho does he think he is? Taking away my combat training privileges?â
âHeâs the General, he can do that.â Fedyor responded, a small smile on his face.
âSo what am I supposed to do then?â
âWell, you could still go to the library.â No, you didnât want to risk running into the Apparat again. âWatch the Grisha train.â He offered a meek smile. âWalk the grounds.â Perhaps you could go on a horse ride later, but right now there was one thing on your mind.
âIs Alina training right now?â The heartrender gave you a nod, âI guess weâll be going to her room then. She has something I want to borrow.â With the flick of your hand, the two of you were on your way.
âIâm going to ask you a question, and if you donât want to answer then thatâs okay.â Fedyor squints his eyes at you, before motioning to continue. âHas the Darkling ever taken up any lovers?â The question makes Fedyor stop in his tracks, a baffled look on his features.
âWell..I..â He struggled with his words, not knowing if he wanted to tell you. What would the General do to him if he told you? It was common knowledge that General Kirigan had been alive for a couple centuries now, he thought everyone knew of his endeavours. âThe General has been around for many years, so naturally he has...had sex before.â The mention of it made Fedyor blush. âBut heâs never settled down with someone. The closest I ever saw was with Alina.â This didnât surprise you, Alina herself had told you about what had almost happened between the two.
âIn the tent, when he tested her to see if she was Grisha, I saw something in his eyes. It was admiration, but there was also a defeated look in his eyes. As if he had given up on something because he found Alina. Reasonably, it couldâve been relief, since we had finally found the sun summoner.â Fedyor pauses, thinking wisely about the next words he spoke. âAlina and the General were growing close. Everyone saw the look they gave each other the night of the fete. But any public traces of their affection for each other had disappeared that night. The two are only seen interacting when he visits her for a gradual check-in.â
âAnd heâs never spoken of any other lovers?â
âNot consciously, no. On the very rare chance where we ride in the same carriage, sometimes when he falls asleep heâll whisper about a woman. Moya dorogaya, heâd call her. Thatâs all I know.â
Moya dorogaya, my darling. It was the same name the Darkling had called you in your dream.
âMay I ask you a question?â He inquired, you nodded your head, allowing him to proceed. âWhere did you learn to fight like that?â
A smile so bright that could light up the room came to your face, âMy friends down near the south Ravka border. A pair of siblings that taught me to fight before they defected from the First Army.â You confessed. âOne of them also introduced me to my love of epic poetry.â
When Alinaâs door came to view, you didnât bother knocking as she had already left. After fetching what you needed, you quickly exited her room.
âI havenât seen them since they left.â You rubbed the birthmark at your throat. Besides Mal and Alina, the siblings were also the closest thing you had to family. They considered you as their sister, even begging that you left with them. But you told them your place was here in Ravka, with Mal and Alina.
âIâm sure youâll see them soon. Once Alina and the General get rid of the fold, we will have access to our docks again.â He said, trying to comfort you.
âI hope so.â The rest of the walk was filled with comfortable silence as you fiddled with the edges of the red book. As you neared your door, Fedyor stopped, telling you he would be just outside if you needed anything. Without wasting another second, you ran to the chair in front of the window.
The Istorii Sanktâya glistened in the sunlight. Something about it had been calling out to you, urging you to read it and find out more. You flipped through all of the pages of the saints until you found the one that had been calling out to you.
Sankt Ilya in chains. Ilya Morozova. Morozovaâs herd.
âOne day. When the war is over and the shadow fold is gone, you will bear my name. You will become Mrs. Morozova. I swear it.â
The voice of the Darkling rang clear in your head. The memory made your heart come to a stop as you struggled to find a possible explanation for his words. The only conclusion you could inevitably come to was that you were the sole lover that Fedyor had been talking about.
As the sun began to set, you looked at the drawing once more. The stag, sea whip, and firebird all depicted. You called out for Fedyor, asking him to come into your room.
âCan you bring me dinner for two?â You politely asked.
âSure, were you planning on eating it yourself or shall I fetch someone while Iâm at it?â
âNo. You and I are going to have a nice, long talk while we eat dinner.â His face paled as the words left your mouth.
âOh...okay.â Was all he said before he scurried off to get the food. You tucked the Istorii Sanktâya under a pile of paper in your desk to hide it. While you waited for Fedyor to return, you lit up some candles and lanterns now that the sun was going down. It was no fun eating in the dark.
Well, sometimes it was. You thought back to the orphanage. Night where you, Alina and Mal would sneak out of bed to have a piece of bread. The bread was never enough, but the excitement had always spurred the three of you on enough to make it a nightly routine until Ana Kuya eventually caught on.
When Fedyor returned, he rolled the cart over to where you had been seated. He placed a golden tray in front of you and another for himself right across from you. He also brought a big pitcher of Kvas for you to share.
Lifting the cover from your plate, you found yourself staring at some sort of meat pie with a side of root vegetable soup. Fedyor had the same meal but had pickled herrings instead of soup.
âUgh, I donât know how you eat that stuff.â You said with disgust. âIâm glad you guys donât force me to eat that.â Although it was common peasant food, it never appealed to you. It was something youâd always hated.
âThe kitchen staff have a strict list of foods you like and dislike.â That made your head snap up to meet his, who made the list? You had a scheming suspicion that it wasnât Alina, leaving you with one suspect.
âTell me, Fedyor, do you know what the General plans on using Morozovaâs Stag for?â You inquired, feigning curiosity. You saw his hesitation, clearly uncertain if he could trust you. âI was, after all, one of the last trackers to spot it.â You reminded
âThe stag is rumored to be an amplifier created by Morozova himself. Whoever wears it would hold the greatest power known to mankind. One that could rival the Generalâs.â He said, taking a bite of his meal before continuing, âHe plans on giving it to Alina in order to get rid of the shadow fold. Sheâs strong, but not strong enough to get rid of it on her own.â
âWhat about you, do you believe they will be able to banish the fold together?â There had been a swirl of doubt pooling in you. The shadow fold was the one thing that had kept Grisha safe from the rest of the world. With the permafrost in the North and the mountains in the South, Ravka had practically been perfectly disconnected. Yet the DrĂźskelle and Shu still managed to slaughter Ravkans and Grisha alike.
âYes, I do. Itâs something very important to the General. That the sun summoner reversed what his ancestor, the Black Heretic, had created.â He explained.
âRight, weâll then what happens after? Itâs been so long since West Ravka has been able to connect to East Ravka. Whoâs to say that they donât want to create a monarchy of their own?â Fedyor paused at your words, he hadnât thought much about what the West Ravkans wanted. He only knew how much his people longed to be free of the shadow fold.
âOne step at a time.â He ensured, not sure if he believed the words he just said. He didnât know what would happen if West Ravka decided to break off and become their own sovereign state. Whatever trade and weapons they had obtained came through the trading ports of the docks in West Ravka. Without it theyâd have nothing. They would be nothing.
You finished the rest of your meal, occasionally talking about your time being stationed in the South while he talked about his Grisha adventures. When it came to an end, you helped him clean up and wished him a good night as he rolled the cart away. The pitcher of Kvas laid untouched, your fingers twitched at the thought of having a drink. You stared at it as Fedyor rolled it away, your throat begging for something to drink. Instead of giving into your urges, you chug whatever leftover water you had laying around.
As you got ready for bed, you couldnât help the strong feeling of loneliness overcome you. You tried to push those feelings away when you jumped into bed, not wanting to have a miserable dream.
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WHEN you wake, you find yourself in the deadly permafrost of the Fjerda-Ravka border in nothing more than your lace nightgown. The snow under your feet melted as you walked around, searching for another sign of human life. You didnât feel the familiar nip of the cold at your fingertips or toes. It was that same warmth you felt with the Darkling.
You caught sight of your own breath as you whipped your head around, the snow catching in your hair. As you stumbled into a tree, you felt the recognizable carving, stating that you were now in Fjerdan territory. Your feet had walked on their own accord, not knowing where you were going until you stumbled into a clearing. The same clearing where Dubrov and Mikhael had died, slaughtered brutally by the Fjerdans. The clearing where you had killed two of their own without a second thought.
The clearing where you had finally found the stag.
The very same stag that had now stood in front of you.
You inched closer to it with careful and calculated steps. It didnât back away as you approached. It showed no signs of aggression as you laid one of your hands upon its antlers, your other going to stoke its fur.
It was giving you that same look it gave you when you first encountered it with Mal.
Mercy. Respect. Most of all, understanding.
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IT had been two days since you dreamt of the stag. You hadnât dreamt of it since then, in fact, you hadnât been dreaming of much since you saw the stag in your dreams. You thought about bringing it up to Alina during breakfast, but decided against it, the conversation somehow drifting towards the General.
âI was giving him a report of my progress last night-â
âLast night?â You interrupted, âAs in a couple of hours ago?â She nods, confused by your behavior. âWhen did he get back?â
âThe night you woke up.â She replied, as if you had been informed already. No one told you he had returned, you hadnât even seen him once. Fedyor didnât even tell you of his return during dinner. With a huff, you got out your chair, moving towards the door before asking Alina one last question.
âWhen did you mention me to the General?â She gives you another confused look, not knowing what you were talking about. That was the only answer you needed as you made your way to the war room.
He knew you. Even before he discovered Alina and took her to the Little Palace, he knew you first. Your thoughts ran around rampant and unprovoked, trying to come up with a viable explanation as you stomped towards his hall. Before you could even reach the doors of the war room, you were stopped by his oprichniki.
âThe General wishes to be alone right now.â She said, hold up a hand to stop you.
âTell him that I want to speak with him.â You replied, she looked you up and down. You wore no kefta or guards uniform. You were merely just a First Army soldier in her eyes.
âI doubt he would want to talk to someone like you.â Great, you were dealing with a Grisha Oprichniki with a horrible superiority complex. With a scoff, you turned away and walked to your room. Holding back every urge in your body to punch her.
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WHEN night came, you found yourself struggling to get some sleep. After your encounter with that rude oprichniki, you tried your best to at least get a glimpse of the Darkling. You tried walking in the gardens in hopes to see him, no luck. You walked past the singular window of the war room, only to find the view obscured by the curtains. You paced the halls as subtly as you could, waiting for him to exit the war room. But he didnât leave. Not once, so you just gave up and decided to try again the next day.
The black silk of your slip on did little to soothe the irritation you felt. In fact, it seemed to irritate you more as it slipped around even at your smallest movements. With a sigh, you got up from the bed and walked towards the dresser with the intention of changing into something that would provide better comfort.
You ran your hands through all the different laces and fabrics of the nightgowns until it landed on the gold kefta. Well, it wouldnât hurt to try. You took it off itâs hanger, before walking towards the mirror. You examined it closely. The fabric itself had shimmers of gold, the black thread similar to any other kefta. As you surveyed the back of it, you noticed the handiwork of a fabrikator. Someone had tried to mend the rips of the kefta, but they were still visible up close.
The kefta had fit like a glove when you put it on. It gave you a sense of belonging. That maybe as an orphan you had finally found a home. You ogled at yourself in the mirror, the golden fabric had practically made you glow. You placed your hands into the pockets, surprised to feel something in one of them.
Grasping the object, you pulled it out. It was a letter. Covered in blood, dirtied and ripped at the corners, but still a letter nonetheless. You contemplated reading it, making the motion to put it back into the pocket before a thought crossed your mind. It wasnât like anyone was going to find out.
You opened the letter and began to read it:
Dear Aleksander,
My darling, I donât know why the universe has continued to bring us together. But I am thankful that theyâve given us a chance to be together once more. I have loved you for all of my lifetimes, and nothing could change that.
At least, thatâs what I thought. But youâre no longer the Aleksander I once knew. Something dark has taken over you, your lust for power consuming you. I donât know who you are anymore.
Thatâs why Iâm doing whatâs necessary, youâve been in power for too long. Itâs time for you to stop. Itâs time for Ravka to be whole once more.
Iâm sorry. I hope with whatever love you have left in your heart for me, that you could forgive me.
Eternally yours,
Y/N
You froze as you saw your name signed at the bottom of the letter. Lifetimes? As in more than one? This could wait no longer. Shoving the letter into your pocket, you threw open your door. The halls were empty, his oprichniki were either on a break or a shift change. Either way, you didnât care.
You barged into the war room, expecting him to be hunched over a pile of maps, but he wasnât. The next place you looked was his sleeping quarters that had connected to the war room. This bed was empty too, the sheets still cold. You knew of one last place he could be, and didnât care about the risks.
You walked towards his door, each step filled with the burning curiosity you felt. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you didnât expect it to turn. You wouldâve assumed he kept the door to this bedroom always locked. But then again you were the only person who would dare enter his room without permission. After entering his room, you shut the door. Not wanting to raise suspicion to anyone who mightâve walked the halls perchance.
You paid no mind to the layout and decorations of his room as you fervently searched for him, only to come up empty handed again. Where could he possibly be? Perhaps he went for a midnight stroll. Or possibly he left the Little Palace again. But before deciding on going back to your room, you were adamant on searching the entire ground for him.
As you made your way back towards the door, your eyes briefly flashed to the portrait above it. You were frozen in your tracks as you did a double take. There in the painting was you, depicted in the gold kefta you had put on mere minutes ago. Behind you was the General, who had one hand clasped around your waist, the other resting on your shoulder. The two of you smiling brightly, it had practically been one of the only other times youâd seen him smile.
The letter in your pocket felt like it weighed a ton, your mouth going dry. In your panicked state of mind, you didnât notice the shadows jumping up and down the walls.
âMy darling.â You never heard him creeping up on you until he started talking into your ear, his whisper making you involuntarily shiver. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him.
Turning around, you didnât expect to find his hair dripping wet, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. A blush formed on your cheeks as you tried to look at anything but him.
âDonât call me that.â You spat out, he reached one of his hands out to touch the kefta you had put on. His touch lingered from the black stitching to the collar of the Grisha jacket, his fingers ghosting over your neck. âIâm going to ask you one more time, have we met before?â
The General saw no use in keeping the secret from you any longer; you had worn the kefta heâd made for you centuries ago, most likely read the letter in its pocket, and now you had just seen the portrait heâd hung up of the two of you. It was evidently clear that you knew something was going on.
âWhat do you remember?â He deflected, not answering your question.
Flashes came to your mind, ones you had dreamt, others were new.
âI remember...my death. The night those soldiers shoved a knife in me.â You confessed. You also saw other things. Horseback riding in the woods. Long nights in bed spent talking about the future. Him training you, teaching you how to wield a sword. The birthmark at your ribcage, the one on your neck, and the long ones on your back. They had all been scars. Marking all the deaths from your previous lives.
Three scars, three separate lifetimes with him. You reached up to touch the scar on your neck, âThey..I-â
âThis one, the Fjerdans gave you this one. We were hunting for the stag when we had gotten ambushed. They killed you for the sole purpose to see me in pain. I begged them to take me too, but they found too much joy in my grief. The DrĂźskelle held me on the ground, my hands spread apart, as I watched you bleed out.â You can see the tears form in his eyes as he recalls the events of that night. He walks around you, tracing the rips of the kefta. The rips had consequently been placed exactly where the scars on your back were. You could tell by the familiar pattern he traced, a once soothing action that now caused you great anguish. âThe Fjerdans also gave you these ones. They tortured you for days on end. When I finally found you, it was too late. There was no healer that had the power to help you. All I could do was hold you as a heartrender calmed you, minimizing your pain.â
âI canât remember that, why canât I remember that?â You panicked, to which the Darkling turned you to face him, his hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs rubbed your face in a reassuring manner.
âItâs not often that you fully remember what happens to you. Itâs your brain's way of protecting you so you donât get overwhelmed.â Well you certainly felt overwhelmed now. It was all too much to take in at once.
âThe shadow fold..â You hesitated, removing yourself from his grasp. âWas that because of me?â
âYes,â he confessed, âI created it after you first died. A way to protect all Grisha. I didnât mean for it to get so out of hand. But it was one less threat we had to worry about.â
âI donât understand. Why me? Why is it always me? Why do I always come back to you?â
âThereâs a reason why the universe has continued to bring us back together, my darling. My other half. My life.â He walks up to you, grasping your face in his hands. His touch was different this time, it was cold yet welcoming. It felt familiar. The shadows engulfed the room as you felt a power rush over you. His eyes darted towards your lips, hesitating before leaning in. You close your eyes as you feel that familiar warmth consume you. His kiss is soft, gentle, yet you could tell he was holding back from ravaging you.
He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. You kept your eyes closed, lost in the memories.
âOpen your eyes.â He whispered. When you had closed them, the whole room had been taken by his shadows, leaving the two of you in darkness. But as he stood in front of you, his hands on your cheeks, the whole room had been illuminated. âMy sun summoner, I have loved you all of my life. For all of your lifetimes.â
âMaybe one too many.â What else was there to say? You always knew, somewhere deep down inside of you, that there was something special different about you. You didnât know it until now, until you were reunited with your other half. âBut I thought Grisha couldnât get sick.â
The smile falls from his face, âI believe..that this could possibly be our last lifetime together.â He disclosed. âNeither heartrender nor healer could explain what was happening to you. I think it might be the consequence of avoiding eternal death for so long.â He joked, his eyes meeting yours.
âI thought your last life had been our final one together. I waited hundreds of years for your return. When I had caught wind of a sun summoner being found, I thought it was you. When it wasnât I felt as if my heart had shattered all over again. That you would never return to me again.â The Darkling squinted as the light around you grew brighter. His touch was making you unstable.
âBut Alina-â
âCanât know. No one can. I canât risk your life again. Not anymore.â He replied, âEspecially when this could be our last time together.â
You struggled to find a name to call him, the General felt too formal, and to you it seemed too early to call him by his given name.
âAleksander, my darling. Call me by my name.â He said, withdrawing his hand from you and letting the shadows shrink back to the ground.
All your life, you had subconsciously fought the Grisha within you. You had always been Grisha. Using the powers you had been born with had given you back your strength, albeit not all of it. You enjoyed- reveled the rush it gave you.
âAleksander,â His name left your lips in a hushed whisper, â..what if I want the stag for myself?â
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A Special Valentine
Anonymous Said:Â would it be possible for the "series of firsts" it's harry's first time with a girl...
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A/N: So Iâve been sitting on this concept for what seems life forever. Iâve gotten ideas and Iâve lost ideas and itâs been a good while of writing little drafts and stuff for this fic. But, I am so so so thankful to have @adore-you-hs2 and @honeyfulharries for helping me brainstorm some ideas for this fic!! Since I wrote a virgin!Y/n fic last year around valentines day, I figured Iâd do a fic for Harry, only this time incorporating more of the valentines theme. So itâs hella soft and fluffy with a lil angst, and when you get to the smut itâs hella filthyđI hope yâall like it and I hope all of you had a lovely dayâŚyesterday or the day before bc this valentine is hella late and timezones are a bitch. This is a brand new installment in a series of firstsss!! AnywaysssâŚenjoyđâ¤ď¸
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Harry was beyond embarrassed. He was almost at the point of being ashamed. While all of his friends divulged about their sex lives and talked about how their significant other was in bed, he just sat next to you idly without anything to add to the conversation. He couldnât talk about his favorite positions to have you in or little tricks he has for the bedroom. He was a virgin and didnât have any type of experience whatsoever in regards to sex. The most heâd ever done with someone was touching over the clothes and making out. When he was all by himself, Harry did what he had to do; which he actually felt like he did a pretty good job with. Itâs not that he didnât know what he was into or liked in regards to his pleasure. Harry knew what his favorite content was and he even had a couple toys he liked to use on himself. Itâs just that when he got to the more intimate phase of the relationship, he always got flustered and nervous. Even when it came to oral or mutual masturbation. He didnât exactly know why he wasnât able to express himself or be the same person he was when he was behind closed doors and alone. What made matters even worse for him though was the fact that he always felt rushed. Like whenever he said that he wasnât quite ready or that he was a virgin, the dynamic of the relationship shifted. Ultimately leaving him alone to feel embarrassed, a bit hopeless, and sad over the fact that he was still a virgin. He also felt unwanted given the fact that a couple of his prior relationships fizzled out pretty quickly after he revealed that he hadnât had his first time and that he wasnât ready to do so at that moment.Â
Eventually though, Harry reached the point of not even bothering or trying to meet new people and be in a relationship. He felt like heâd never be accepted nor meet the right person for him, let alone be ready to go all the way. So he put all of that on the back burner and just went along with life, becoming content with being completely by himself. And then he met you. It was like the perfect cliche. You were the person who never judged him for being a virgin or tried to rush him into doing anything he wasnât up to or ready for. You just loved him for him and you wanted to be with him and be in love. It was like he was being understood and heard for the first time in a very long time and it felt great. With you, Harry was never made to feel like he was less than because of his choice and feelings when it came to his virginity. In fact, when you listened to what heâd been through in the past, it broke your heart. You could tell that he was really heartbroken and deeply saddened about it all and you never wanted to make him feel that way or even worse. So you made it your mission to never put pressure on him when it came to this and you made it your mission to listen and be there for him. You werenât going to back out of your relationship over this; you loved him too much to even consider doing that.Â
Even though he was fine with and had accepted the idea of being by himself, Harry didnât want that for the rest of his life. He wanted to be with someone, he wanted to love someone unconditionally and be unconditionally loved back. And he got just that in you. Heâd have to spend an entire lifetime compiling all of the words that could describe how perfect you are and how much he loves your relationship. Sure the two of you annoyed the hell out of each other at times and had disagreements. But neither of you wanted to annoy or disagree with anyone else. Over the past almost year of being together, you and Harry grew closer and closer. You two grew to love each other more than ever and this love was growing more and more each day. You and Harry could agree that there was a long and bright future ahead for you two and that was very exciting for you both. And in the process of growing and building your relationship, the two of you never had sex. You always followed Harryâs lead and you just went with the flow. Now things got a bit hot and heavy at times, but you and Harry were more than capable of taking care of yourselves so you two just stopped and didnât go any further. From the toys you both had to your special âentertainmentâ and your vivid imaginations, you two were were just fine until the right time came along. And you specifically, refused to put any type of pressure on Harry. When it came to your first time together and Harryâs first time ever, you had the mindset that if Harry was comfortable, you were comfortable.Â
And that was another reason why Harry felt so embarrassed. He was sitting next to you, his incredibly supportive and understanding girlfriend, in the middle of a conversation with you guysâ friends about your sex lives when heâs never had sex with you, or anyone for that matter. Listening to them, he felt like he was sort of holding you back and not fulfilling you the way you deserved. Even though you reminded him that the right time was when he was ready and that you were perfectly fine with that, Harry still felt a way. He still felt embarrassed. And on top of all that, you were being so sweet and understanding in the midst of it all. You were really trying to make him a little less uncomfortable and not so out of place. You could sense and see a little bit of that in the way he sank into the couch and cuddled into you a little more, so you wanted to be there for him and help him relax a bit. You were making a little conversation with him while the others talked amongst themselves, you played with his rings, and you gave him little kisses here and there. But you could only do but so much in that moment. Despite your efforts, Harry still felt the same way. Without any warning, Harry moves away from you a bit and stands from the couch, quickly announcing to the group that he needed a little fresh air. At first you just let him go, figuring that you should let him have his space. But after a couple minuets of sitting there without him, not really wanting to engage in the conversation at hand, you decide to get up and go out to him, giving the excuse that you wanted to check on him and see if he was okay. To be honest, it felt very weird to sit there without him.
You quickly walk away from the group in the direction Harry left in, needing to find him soon as you possibly could. Once you made it out the front door you turn to find him sitting in one of the chairs a couple steps away looking completely deflated. You couldnât let him be all alone when he was feeling like this. So you quietly walk over, sitting down in the chair next to him, with your body and attention completely in his direction.
âI couldnât sit there anymore.â He huffs, breaking the silence and bringing his hands up to his face.
âI understand babe.â You sigh, reaching over to rub his arm.
âItâs just- Itâs so embarrassing that Iâm in my late 20âs an I havenât done anything with you, or anyone else for that matter.â He explains.Â
âThat is nothing to be embarrassed about Harry.â You softly exclaim, picking yourself up from your seat to sit in his lap. âYour virginity is yours, and only yours. Thatâs your decision to make, not mine, nor anyone elseâs.â You affirm.Â
âBut Itâs not normal considering Iâm 27! What are you even with me?! I donât want you to be with me and not be fulfilled.â He stresses quietly, feeling incredibly defeated. The entire situation brought up feelings and thoughts that heâd tried very hard to get past. When he says this, you immediately cup the sides of his face, forcing him to focus on you.Â
âNow I want you to listen to me. I am with you because I love you so fucking much and youâre the most amazing person in the entire world. Sex is great and all but I can wait as long as you need if it means being with you and loving you to pieces. Hell, Iâll wait until weâre married if thatâs what you choose to do. The point is, Iâm yours and I will wait as long as necessary. With or without sex, you fulfill me Harry.â You softly explain to him, looking him right in the eye as you say every word. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes as you spoke to him.Â
âI love you so much Y/n.â Harry sighs, still feeling a bit down. âCan we go to your place and cuddle.â He mumbles through a pout.Â
âOf course baby! Iâll run back inside and let everyone know youâre not feeling well and then we can head home. How does that sound?â You propose with a smile.
âThat sounds amazing.â He sighs, a small smile spreading across his face.Â
âCan I have a kiss first?â You ask, puckering your lips towards him. In response he gives you a cute little nod before you lean down to press your lips against his. When the two of you kiss you can feel Harry relax a bit, which is exactly what you wanted. You knew that this wouldnât solve this entirely, but it was a step in the right direction and it made Harry feel a little better which was all that mattered. âNow you wait right here and Iâll be right back.â You softly instruct after pulling away from his lips, following up with another kiss to the forehead before moving yourself off of his lap and back inside. After letting everyone know that Harry wasnât feeling well and that you two were going to head out, you and Harry go back to your place and spend time together, cuddling and watching you guysâ favorite show and some movies, eventually falling asleep all cuddled with each other.
~ ~ ~Â
After that day, Harry began to think about going all the way with you and finally having sex for the first time a lot more than usual. Over the past year almost, youâve shown him that you really do love and care about him. You never pressured him into doing anything and you always reminded him that he should do all of this at his own pace. You also showed him that you were the one; you were the one he could and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There were just so many things about you that he loved. So many things that Harry couldnât imagine having his first time with anyone else. And he made sure to tell you that after deliberating on the matter for a couple of days.Â
âI think Iâm ready to lose it.â Harry whispers, completely out of the blue as the two of you wash the dishes from your little date night.
âYouâre ready to yâknow, have sex?â You question, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.Â
âYeah, Iâve been thinking about it for a little bit and I realized that Iâm ready to do it. And I want to do it with you. I wouldnât want to have my first time with anyone else to be completely honest with you.â He explains, a small smile spreading across his face as he continues drying the dishes youâve washed and handed over to him.
âWell Iâm very honored, that youâre entrusting me with this. And I hope that itâs as good as youâve imagined.â You reply to him, beginning to feel a bit of nervousness and excitement at the idea of being Harryâs first time. Youâd never thought about it much since Harry wasnât ready. But now that he was, you were feeling so many things and you were thinking about so many things as the time had finally come.
âWell I highly doubt that it will be anything less than amazing baby.â Harry hums, dropping the dishtowel and turning his attention to you. âI love you.â He sighs happily, prompting you to turn your head to face him.
âI love you too babe.â You coo, leaning in to press a quick peck to his lips.
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Now you refused to let Harryâs first time be anything short of special. So you decided to plan something romantic for you two at your place, and you planned for this to be on Valentines Day. Not only would it be your first time celebrating as a couple, but it would also be your first intimate moment with Harry. And you wanted everything to be perfect, so you made a list of everything youâd need for the night at least a week or two in advance. You had everything from ingredients for dinner to a new set of lingerie. You also went over the list several times to make sure that you got everything you could possibly need for that night. You even went as far as to plan a little backup dinner in case something went wrong with the initial plan. You just wanted to make this night perfect for Harry. Heâd gone through a lot in his relationships to get here and you wanted him to see that doing it all at his pace paid off and that he was special and loved. In the couple of days leading up to the big day, you began shopping and getting everything together. You got all of the food, wine, and decoration along with your lingerie and some other things for yourself that would make the entire experience that much better.
And when the day finally came, you were excited and all ready to go.
You had dinner cooking, the wine was in the fridge chilling, your bedroom was all set up with a fresh set of sheets, a couple candles set up and ready to be lit, a mix of red and white rose petals on the bed, and the perfect playlist (which you spent a good amount of time on) queued up. Not to mention the fact that you had your lingerie and everything perfectly set up in the bathroom so that you could be ready to change right into it after dinner. All you needed now was Harry. When he texted you to let you know that he was less than ten minuets away, you quickly throw on the dress youâd picked out for the evening along with your shoes and you do a final once over in the mirror before leaving your bedroom, making sure to close the door to keep that part of the evening a surprise. You pulled the wine from the fridge and you put the finishing touches on the table that was perfectly set for your dinner. In the final minuets before Harryâs arrival, you do a final walk through of everything youâd set up, it ending with a soft knock on your door signaling to you that Harry had arrived. When you hear him, your heart immediately begins to race from being nervous and excited for the night ahead. You immediately move yourself to the door, quickly giving yourself a little pep talk before opening the door for Harry. And when you did, you were almost certain you were going to pass out. Not only because you were buzzing around your apartment doing everything, but also because your boyfriend looked so good. What he had on was very simple but it was doing so much at the same time. You just wanted to pull him straight to the bedroom. But you didnât. It took a lot of self control, but Harry was able to make it inside and settle down a bit before you two hit the bedroom
But it wasnât that much of a gap in between Harry settling in and you two hitting the bedroom though. See, once you let him inside and gave him a kiss, it was like game over. He had a big basket that was beautifully filled with the things you loved and a couple presents he got you in one hand, and a big bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other. When he got inside, Harry happily and proudly gave them both to you and let you check them both out while he snooped around in the kitchen a little to see what you had prepared and opened the bottle of wine you had out on the counter for you two. Once you started, you couldnât stop gushing over and thanking Harry for what he got you. It was beyond thoughtful and you couldnât wait for him to fully experience his gift of the night youâd planned out. Once you and Harry began talking and drinking a little, you two loosened up and were enjoying each other. The lights were dimmed a bit, there were candles just about everywhere, you and Harry were in love, and the two of you were all alone. It was absolutely perfect and romantic. On top of all that though, there was the pleasant elephant in the room, that being Harry giving you the green light that he was ready for his first time. If there were no other indicators in the days leading up to this moment, there was definitely one now that was strongly pointing to him losing it tonight. He wasnât anxious and he wasnât thinking about backing out and telling you that heâs changed his mind. He knew that youâd be all on board with that but Harry was absolutely ready to be with you intimately. He was so ready that he couldnât take his mind off it on the ride over. And once he arrived, Harry was completely floored by how amazing you looked and how you put this entire evening together that he was even more ready to go to the bedroom. He was so ready and excited that he completely gave up on talking. The two of you transitioned yourselves into the kitchen to get started with dinner, but Harry was very much so enjoying the idea of saving that for later. So without any word from him on what he was in the mood for, Harry takes your wine glasses and sits them on the counter, freeing your hands up as he traps you in between his body and the kitchen counter before attaching his lips with yours.Â
When he does this, you practically melt under his touch. You were already in a daze from how amazing he looked, and from how sweet and amazing he was to you. So when Harry began to kiss you with such passion and need, you instantly obliged. Again, you were following his lead. If he wanted to skip and come back to dinner, you werenât going to oppose one bit. As the two of you continued to kiss, you could feel him hardening against you which prompted the area between your legs to initiate the process of becoming all warm and sticky and go into overdrive. His hands were on your body, he was tightly pressed against you, and his mouth was magically moving against yours. This was just what you needed to fully get into the skipping right to the bedroom mood. It wouldnât have taken much on Harryâs end to get you there but this was fantastic, so you werenât complaining at all. When you hear Harry let out a soft moan into your mouth and move himself against you a little, you decide to take control and move you two to the bedroom a little faster.Â
âDo you wanna just come back to dinner?â You whisper after pulling your lips away from his a bit.
âMhm.â He immediately hums in response, loosening himself from your body so that you could move a bit more.
âThen letâs go.â You whisper with a smile, moving yourself from underneath him and grabbing his hand, pulling him in the direction of your bedroom. When you reach the door, you tease him a little by slowly turning the door knob, making sure to keep eye contact the entire time to drive him insane. And that definitely did the trick of riling him up some more. That is, until he got all soft once the bedroom was revealed to him. You went out of your way to make this space romantic since this was the place where heâd have his first time. âI wanted to make everything perfect for you.â You softly explain as you pull him into the room.Â
âHave I told you that I love you tonight?â He asks, through a small breath.Â
âProbably about a million times.â You happily joke with him, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âWell for time one million and one, I love you so so much. Like with my entire being. I love you so much that it hurts. And I couldnât be more honored to be yours.â Harry says, bringing his lips to yours for a sweet kiss to seal the deal.
âI love you so much baby, so much.â You reply happily to him, so excited to move into the next step of your relationship. âNow get back into I want sex mode...thatâs so hot on you and I have another surprise.â You continue, wanting to keep going and go all the way.Â
âConsidering how hard I am, I donât think Iâll be out of âI want sex modeâ for a while.â Harry truthfully replies with a chuckle that had the slightest tinge of bashfulness from how he was already rock hard and ready for you.
âGood! Now lay down and wait for me.â You say, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and pulling you both towards the bed before pushing him back down onto it. You then proceed to straddle him, bringing your face down to a mere inch or so away from his. âAnd if you wanna take your clothes off too, Iâm definitely unopposed. â You suggest with a smirk, planting a little peck to his lips before climbing off of his lap and walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where your lingerie was waiting for you, leaving Harry on the bed completely dumbstruck and needy.Â
As soon as you close the bathroom door, you immediately begin working on removing your dress, pulling the zipper down to loosen it up and shrugging it off your body leaving you completely naked. As you looked in the mirror, you began to debate on whether or not you wanted to surprise him with being all naked or teasing him and making him work for it a little with the lingerie you had out and ready. Even though you were ready to just run back out there completely naked and just get down to business, you decided to put on the lingerie and let Harry unwrap you. As you put it on, all you could think about was Harry taking it all off. Like you could imagine him pulling it all off your body. With your panties especially, you could picture him pulling them off strings of your arousal coming with them. After getting the lacy garments on your body, you start pulling and moving it all around a bit. Once youâre all done with the lingerie, you pull the little sheer robe that came along with it on and you take a couple deep breaths before making your way back out to Harry. When you walk back into the bedroom, Harryâs eyes immediately shoot in your direction and practically pop out of his head when he sees you. Heâd seen you in a two piece bathing suit before but that was about it. Heâd never seen you this bare and exposed before. As you moved around the room to light the candles, Harryâs eyes followed your every move and you could feel it. You could feel his eyes burning holes into your skin as you lit the candles and really set the mood for your time together. After you lit the candles and pressed play for your music, you were all ready to go.Â
When you turn your full attention to Harry, you werenât that surprised to see him fighting to quietly palm at his cock on the bed. His eyes were tightly closed as he squeezed his cock through his underwear. He was so engrossed on keeping himself quiet and relieving some of the pressure that had been mounting from the time he left home that he didnât even notice you crawling up the bed. What he does notice though is you straddling his thighs, when he feels you on top of him, his eyes immediately shoot open and he quickly retracts his hand from his lap.
âYou just look so good, I couldnât help myself.â He rushes out in explanation. He could see it all. Your breasts were sitting perfectly in the lacy bra you were wearing, and from where Harry was, they looked beyond amazing. When his eyes traveled a bit lower, he could see where the two sides of your panties met to form a barely there strip to cover your pussy. If that wasnât enough, the fabric was clinging to you and pushing up into your folds since the panties were pretty much nonexistent and you were very wet. Heâd pictured you on top of him before, just never like this.
âWell Iâm glad you like it because itâs all yours.â You reply, moving yourself up his body to sit right in his lap, causing Harry to gasp from the sight and feeling of you being naked and right on his cock. Harry was in sensory overload and so overwhelmed that he couldnât form a single word in response. âAre you okay baby?â You softly ask, bringing your hand down to his cheek.
âMhmâŚyou just look so good, I donât know where to start.â He whispers, bringing his eyes to meet yours.Â
âYou could start by touching me.â You suggest, reaching down to grab Harryâs hand and bring it up to one of your thighs to which Harry replicates with his other hand. Instead of rushing him along, you wanted him to explore your body and relax into the intimacy. You wanted him to be comfortable and do the things heâd dreamt of and feel the things he always wanted to feel. âAnd just relaxâ You begin, leaning down to bring your mouth to his ear. âI have a strong feeling that youâre gonna be really good at this.â You admit to him before lifting yourself back up. When Harry hears this, he eases up. Hearing that you thought heâd be good was the confidence boost he needed to get the ball rolling.
He begins to move his hands up your thighs, curling his thumbs inward towards the inner, more sensitive area. His hands continue on up your body, pushing past your hips, and all the way up to your chest where he brings both of his hands around to wrap them around your covered breasts. When he does this, you let out a little sigh of relief, loving the way his big hands felt around you. Harry loved how soft and squishy they felt in his hands, and he wanted to feel more. So he pushes his hands underneath your arms and manages to swiftly undo your bra. He couldnât do it with one hand yet but you were very impressed (and even more turned on) at how he as able to quickly do it on his first try. The fabric is now hanging loosely on your body, allowing Harry to pull it down and off your body to fully expose your breasts to him. Your nipples were fully pebbled and practically screaming for him to play with them. He brings his hands back around, going straight to your breasts and right to your nipples. His fingers tugged and twisted at them, leaving you unable to hold back anymore moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You also couldnât help but to grind down against his clothed cock, which in turn caused Harry to start moaning beneath you. The soft music was now completely overpowered by your combined moans.Â
âCan I be on top?â He pants, dying to get you completely naked and explore your body.
âAnything you want!â You exclaim, through one of your moans. Letting Harry take control of everything, you let him flip you two over so that heâs hovering over your body. As soon as heâs on top of you, Harryâs mouth immediately latches onto your skin, starting at the side your your neck. He starts sponging and sucking wet kisses into your skin, leaving a trail of them down your chest, stopping at the tops of your breasts so that he could pay them some more attention. The takes them both into his mouth individually and suckles on them, lapping his wet tongue around your nipples and squeezing the supple flesh surrounding them. For some reason, Harry felt at home with his mouth around your nipples. It was so good that Harry was rutting his clothed cock against you. As he continues, youâre softly moaning from the pleasure. You had a hand wrapped in his hair and the other on his back as he mouthed at your breasts. And as if he could read your mind, Harry picks up where he left off with his trail of kisses and makes his way further down your body.Â
You wanted him to just explore your body and touch and feel you the way you knew heâd imagined. But you really wanted him between your legs. Your cunt had swallowed up the panties by now and the panties were nothing more than a damp piece of string at this point. When he makes it to the hand of your panties, Harryâs heart begins to speed up, excited to take them off and see what was underneath. He pushes his fingers into the thin bands that were wrapped around your hips and he begins to pull them down. He carefully watches as your cunt is being revealed to him. He can see how you were sopping wet and how plushy and soft your pussy was. There were strings of your arousal connecting your cunt and panties as he pulled them from between your legs. Once they fully off of you, and youâre completely naked, Harry lifts himself up from between your legs to soak in your naked body. He couldnât believe how beautiful your naked body looked for him. You looked so soft and pretty below him, completely spread and exposed to him.
âYâso pretty baby.â He sighs, bringing his hands down to your thighs. âCan I eat you baby?â He sweetly asks, bringing his eyes down between your legs so look at the sticky mess that was between your thighs.Â
âPlease Harry!â You moan, desperately needing his mouth on you again. At your response, Harry lays back down on the bed between your spread legs. He could smell your arousal and he was incredibly excited to taste you. Heâd never donât this before so he was a bit nervous that he wouldnât do that good of a job. âJust lick into me baby, nothing to be nervous about.â You remind above him, bringing your hand to his head to give his hair a little tug. And with that, Harry dives right in. He just buries his face into your cunt, lapping his tongue up and down your folds. He pushed his tongue anywhere he could. He pushed between your folds, nestling his tongue right inside and against your entrance. He could feel the small opening and his cock immediately twitched in his pants. His cock was supposed to fit in there? While he didnât want to hurt you, Harry was so interested and curious to see how youâd take all of him. He knew it wasnât impossible but it was definitely something he was excited to see in person. He was so excited that he couldnât stop himself from digging his hips into the mattress below. You tasted so good, you were incredibly warm, and he was beyond excited to feel your cunt around his cock.
You on the other hand were falling apart at the seams. You were on cloud nine, completely obsessed with the way he was licking into you. His strokes werenât those of someone who was skilled and had done this before. But they were definitely amazing and you couldnât get enough. He was licking and sucking on you perfectly, he even managed to find your clit. And it was his first time ever. He even tried pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance, prodding at your tight hole. And on top of all that, he was moaning against you, seemingly enjoying how you tasted. When he wasnât licking at your cunt, Harry was licking your thighs, almost trying to clean you up. He licked your thighs, the area right outside of your pussy, and he even licked the area below your cunt. He was hypnotized by your cunt. He just wanted to stay between your legs forever and have his mouth on you while he humped the bed below him. Of course he wanted to push his cock into you, but after he ate your cunt.
âNeed you inside me Harry!â You scream, bucking your hips up into his mouth a bit. You were feeling incredibly sensitive and you could feel your own release coming. And before you came, you needed to feel Harryâs cock inside of you. When he hears you beg for him to be inside of you, he immediately stops and pulls himself up from the bed. When heâs kneeling between your legs, your eyes travel up from his no doubt painfully large bulge to his face. From his mouth down to his chin, even his nose, Harryâs face was glistening with your juices.
âWhats so funny?â He asks confusedly.
âYour face is all wet.â You reply, a wide smile spread across your face in the process.
âI just love eating your pussy.â He says truthfully, leaning down for a kiss. When your lips connect, you wrap your arms around Harryâs neck to keep him down against you. His lips sloppily move against yours, moaning into your mouth as he pushes his clothed cock against your bare and incredibly sensitive cunt. Keeping one of his elbows planted on the bed, Harry brings his other hand down to his boxers and does his best to push them down his legs. He struggles a bit before finally getting them down enough to expose his cock. When you feel him nudge you a little bit, you immediately turn your mouth away from Harryâs, turning your attention downwards between his legs.
âNeed some help baby?â You offer, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and extending them down to his hips.Â
âJust need tâtake them off.â He replies, quickly lifting himself up from on top of you to fully remove his boxers. Harry then goes back to kneeling between your legs, now with his painfully hard and dripping cock on display. You knew that he was big from the glances youâd taken at his pants a couple times, but you didnât know that he was this big. He was hands down the biggest youâd ever taken, and no one before him ever came close. On top of his monstrous size, you could see the thick veins running up his shaft and you saw precum beading at his swollen slit. You wanted him inside you first, but your mouth was definitely watering. You couldnât wait until you were able to take him into your mouth and stuff all of him inside. But for now, you were excited to take him inside of you for the first time and be his first time.
âAre you ready babe?â You ask.Â
âMhm. I um- I bought some condoms just in case. Itâs up to you though. I trust that youâre all good.â He says, laughing a little in the end.Â
âI bought some too. But I think weâre good. And I trust that youâre all good as well.â You reply with a shy smile.
âOkay then, letâs do this.â He cheerfully says.Â
âLetâs do it!â You reply, mirroring his excitement. âDo you want me on top or are you good?â
âI think Iâm good.â He says, as he leans down to closely hover over you. âBut I know youâre going to feel like heaven so I may not be.âÂ
âThatâs okay, I can take control.â You reply suggestively, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.Â
âGood, I like the sound of that.â He whispers in agreement, connecting his mouth with yours for one final kiss as he slowly and carefully pushes his cock against your folds. âFuck, mâgonna push in now baby.â He pants, already losing his shit over how warm and wet your folds feel against his cock.
âPlease.â You moan, needing to be full of his cock.Â
And with that, Harry begins to push his cock into you, using one of his hands to guide himself inside. When Harry pushes past your entrance, you two lose it. You were so tight that when his engorged head pushes into you, there a piercing sensation that comes along with it. You hadnât had sex in a very long time and Harryâs size was completely unmatched. For Harry, he was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. You were so so tight and warm and wet, heâd never felt anything like it. No matter how much lube he used or how fast he tugged at his shaft, he never and would never be able to match the decadence of your walls around him. And heâd only pushed the head of him inside. He actually had to stop for a second to get his bearings because his head was spinning. Once heâs caught his breath and the room stopped spinning as fast, Harry continues pushing himself inside. With every inch that becomes sheathed with your walls, your combined moans get louder. Your mouths mouth never closed, and your eyes fluttered shut as you two enjoyed the pleasure. You were in love with the perfectly balanced mix of pain and pleather came from Harry pushing into and stretching your your walls a bit to accommodate his size. Harry was taken to a different universe from the way your walls engulfed his cock. You could even feel him twitch a bit from how good he felt.Â
By the time he finished pushing into you, Harryâs cock was lodged all the way inside you. So deep you could just about feel him in the pit of your stomach. It was hands down incredible for the two of you. After holding himself inside of you for a little while, Harry begins to move himself back and forth inside of you. Since it was his first time doing this and feeling this for that matter, his thrusts were a bit sloppy and staggered. He tried to form a faster rhythm, or a rhythm at all but he was so overwhelmed.Â
âThought I could hold it longer, but I donât think I can. Canât even hold myself up.â He slurs, trying to continue with his thrusts.Â
âGonna get on top baby.â You moan, feeling your own release getting even closer. Without a single hesitation, you push the two of you over to that youâre on top of him, straddling his waist and keeping his cock deep inside of you. Once your adjusted on top of him, feeling like his cock was deeper than before if that was even possible, you begin to move yourself up and down on him. You werenât going super fast, you were going fast enough to make you and Harry really feel it and get closer and closer to your releases. Harry was loudly moaning and whimpering below you, tightly intertwining his fingers with yours as he surrenders to you, and your pussy. He thrashed his head back and forth against the pillows from how good he was feeling.Â
âYâso big!â You cry out to him, beginning to quickly grind down onto his cock, pushing forward a bit to dig your clit into his lower stomach. âAnd so deep! Can feel you all the way in here!â You cry out to him, bringing your intertwined hands up to your lower stomach for him to feel.
âFuck Y/n! Canât hold it anymore! Need tâcumâ He groans, feeling his release beginning to consume his body.
âMe too baby! We can cum together!â You whimper, leaning down to lay on his chest. And as you begin to leave soft kisses on Harryâs lips and face, your walls begin to contract around his cock, signaling to him that you were cumming. When he felt this, Harry came right along with you. He coats all of your walls in his warm, thick, and sticky cum, spraying rope after rope into you until he couldnât cum anymore. Your legs were full on shaking as you squirted all over his cock. The both of you were moaning messes and completely dumbstruck at how powerful your releases were. Nothing could ever compare to this and neither of you wanted to test out that theory. After letting go of everything you two had to give, you and Harry lied limply in bed, letting your bodies rest.
âI love you baby.â Harry whispers sluggishly below you.
âI love you too baby.â You softly reply back to him, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.
For the next half hour, the two of you lay there together, resting your bodies and minds from the extraordinary experience the two of you had. You two were lying there peacefully, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies and the music that was still playing through your speaker. Out of the two of you, Harry was the first to break the silence. Except, it wasnât from him talking. It was from his stomach, letting the both of you know that he needed to be fed asap.Â
âWhen we can feel our legs again, we can eat I guess.â You breathe out through a laugh, still recovering from the most amazing sex youâd ever had and probably some of the best sex of all human history in your opinion. Even though it was his first time, Harry still managed to make a mess of you.Â
âMhm, and then we can go again.â He hums dreamily, not even caring about his grumbling stomach, completely in the clouds from how amazing his first time was. He came in with his âexpectationsâ and was completely blown out of the water. He just wanted to go again and again and again until he was fully numb and wiped out. âMaybe you can be on your front this time.â He suggests, thinking of all the ways he wanted to feel you around him.
âI think I may have created a sex monster.â And to be honest, you really didnât mind that at all.
âOnly for you my love.â He hums, wrapping his arms around your body.Â
And for the rest of the night, you and Harry never stopped, loving being tangled up in each other. It wasnât always in bed, but neither of you cared. All you two cared about was being together, feeling good, and being in love. This was truly a special valentine. It was one that neither you nor Harry would ever forget.
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levi who's fascinated with the way you apply makeup on yourself and watches you every time you do it, surprisingly does well when you tell him to do your makeup just for fun
i am one of those people who have no idea about applying makeup but i'm levi when somebody's doing it tho, especially if that someone is a close friend of mine snjdnwjnw i just stare at them while they continue doing their thing, it's so fricking satisfying <3
but this is levi we're talking about so here we go:
(pls don't attack me for what i write in this bc i absolutely have no idea abt doing makeup. my knowledge in this is very limited and revolves around watching youtube videos and watching my friends do it bdwjwbj)
if you're planning on going out, even if it's a natural makeup look since you're only hanging out with some old friends or preparing for your class (online or not), levi is ready to stop what he's doing to appreciate the colors you paint over your eyelids or how you blend them so well until they become this aesthetic levi associates you with. for him, you're already so pretty without makeup but when you dedicate your time in perfecting your craft, creating so many looks, levi thinks that it enhances your beauty because you look so adorable while working so hard.
he admires that about you.
you are rummaging in your pouch in your shared apartment's dining table, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows and the pink skies blanketing the waking-up city. the smell of french toast and tea covers the entire space, levi cooking breakfast for the day. you have an online class scheduled in about thirty minutes and after going out of the bathroom, you instantly start making yourself look presentable. you have your laptop opened to your camera app as your mirror, deciding that a change of scenery is perfect for your productivity. you pick up your vitamin c dropper and moisturizer and let the low music from levi's phone fill in the background, your hums mingling with the singer's voice. since all of your classes were announced to be set online for the whole year, you opt for a lighter look which still covers the blemishes that your camera can't hide.
you hear a plate click on the spot beside your laptop, a mug of your favorite brew of coffee on your cat coaster appearing soon after.
"what time is your first class?" levi asks you as he's settling in his chair adjacent to yours. he always chooses that seat wherever you two eat since as he claims it, i want you close to me.
you look up from rubbing the moisturizer on your skin. "oh, 7 a.m., i chose the worst time to take that class."
levi sips on his tea. "you have economics, right?"
you begrudgingly nodded. "i know it sucks but i can't do anything about it." you run your fingers over your eyes. "damn, i have dark eye circles." after putting on your primer, you start by putting on concealer on your under-eyes, dabbing on your skin gently. the whole day, you'll be lounging and doing work inside the comforts of your shared apartment with your boyfriend so going overboard with the makeup won't help and will be a lot of work to erase later after your classes. "what time is your class, levi?"
by now, levi's breakfast is forgotten as he leans on his chair, gray eyes following each of your movements. he always find himself captivated with how effortlessly you make yourself even prettier. even though he prefers your bare skin more (placing random kisses on your cheeks or the corners of your lips are more doable without the feeling of cream stuck on his lips), he still likes how makeup turns you into an artist that uses your face as a blank canvas. he watches with awed eyes how you daintily dab your cream blush over your cheeks and over you the bridge of your nose, blending it that levi thought it's a natural glow on your skin.
with a dazed tone, he answers, "nine."
you glance at him with the prettiest eyes he ever find on a person. you sigh when you realize that he woke up early to make breakfast. "i can cook breakfast, you know. you should've slept in today, levi."
levi shakes his head, sipping on his tea. "no, i'd rather wake up early and make breakfast every day than snuggle alone with our pillows." he then shrugs. "besides, watching you do your morning routine is a great way to start the day."
you only smile at him before cutting a piece of french toast and putting it in your mouth. a hum of satisfaction lights up your face. levi's way of cooking traditional breakfast dishes never fails to amaze you. he has these secrets that even you don't know of since he wants to cook for you with surprises sometimes. with half of your french toast consumed, you continue with your eyebrows and eye makeup, which only consists of applying one shade of eyeshadow and putting on mascara.
if levi has a favorite part of your routine, it's you curling your eyelashes and applying mascara on them to make your eyes more noticeable. and as he watches you create the illusion that your eyelashes longer than they are, he can't prevent the blissful sigh coming out of his lips. it catches your attention and the moment your eyes meet with his, levi's cheeks start to warm. that pretty smile that always take his breath away greets his vision, making him shy under your gaze.
"like what you see, babe?" you jokingly ask.
after staring on his untouched french toast like they're worth displaying in a museum, levi looks back to you with half-lidded eyes. "very much, baby."
now, you're the one with flaming cheeks. the little moment turns into something that induces a laugh from levi, with you huffing that your heart sometimes can't take his words. you go back to finishing your french toast before applying your flavored chapstick, levi's loving stare never faltering, lasting even when you have your first class of the day.
every once in a while, you hand levi your makeup pouch with an expectant stare. the first time you did this to him, he couldn't comprehend what your intention is at first until you tell him that you want him to be the one doing your makeup this time. he nearly backs out. he's scared of poking your eyes out but you reassure him that he will never do that.
for a person who never imagined himself in this position, the ending result becomes your favorite look. not because it's levi but because he did it so minimally that it appeals to you.
"this is for your face, right?" levi softly asks, lifting your moisturizer. he's sitting close to you, inches separating your faces. he's saying that it makes him see clearer but you know that he's being clingy without saying anything. "i just want to make sure i'm using the right products."
"levi, sweetheart," you laugh under your breath, "i already laid out everything on our bed. and in order. you got this."
he sighs. "you have another minute to think this through. we're meeting with the others in the club and i can't have you looking like my coloring book when i was three."
you place your hands over his cheeks. "relax, levi, you'll do fine!"
"fine."
opening the moisturizer, he keeps glancing at you to check if he's putting the right amount on your skin. once the small dots of cream are on your face, levi takes a deep breath and gently rubs it to cover your skin. despite having blemishes, levi thinks that your skin feels so soft underneath his calloused fingers. he'll caress your cheeks the whole day if not for your supposed call time which is in forty minutes. a sigh brushes on your face, levi cursing erwin for making them come on time. once he finishes rubbing your moisturizer on your face, he nods in approval, and kisses your lips quickly before moving on to the next step which is the primer.
you are admiring levi the whole time his face scrunches up in concentration. you're holding your laugh back when you see his lips curling in distaste, having applied more than your instructed amount. you're looking at him with a soft stare, your small smile fondly lifts up your lips. his eyes are a beautiful shade of silver, blue tones peeking through, and it makes your heart warm. his skin glows under the overhead lights of your shared bedroom, smooth to the touch. there are no words left to speak --- levi is simply the most beautiful person gracing your life, the definition of pretty and handsome combined together.
"okay, i'm starting your eyes now."
you didn't register that he's finished with applying concealer and blush on your cheeks.
levi turns to the opened palette sitting on the towel-covered duvet. "which shade are you feeling right now?"
with a cheeky grin, you answer, "how about you surprise me."
"... if i hear one complain from you later, you can always catch a ride with four-eyes on the way back."
levi eyes a specific palette with oranges and browns and starts winging it. if someone looks from the sidelines, levi looks like he's ready to murder someone. his eyes are narrowed, bottom lip in between in teeth, and face scrunched in peak concentration. he starts with that shimmery dark peach eyeshadow he finds pretty on you, then continuing with something darker on the outside corners of your eyes. one eye lasts for ten minutes but you understand since this is levi's first time applying makeup on a person. you can feel his breath tickling your face since he has scooted closer to you to perfect this.
"okay, i'm done, what's next?"
"liquid eyeliner."
that alone makes levi stop.
"then it's the mascara. your favorite part."
"... you do the eyeliner. i don't want you going blind because of me."
in short, levi is phenomenal with makeup and he doesn't even know it.
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I've written this ask like 10 times but it never makes any sense as much as it makes in my head but here goes nothing: how would đşjk react to y/n switching shampoo or bodywash (bc if he's sensitive to smell like jk is that'd be fun to know). I am sensitive to smell myself and if I wash my own hair with different shampoo it bothers me to no end to constanly smell it and knowing the tf couple dynamics i feel like this would be hilarious. -đŤđŽ
pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader
genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship
word count: 700+
a/n: i think it turned out cuter than âhilariousâ kslaĂąks. but i enjoyed this concept so muchhh, thank you for bringing it up to me hahah. so uh, yeah, i wrote a drabble lol. i hope you enjoy!
âShowerâs all yoursâ you announced, untangling your wet hair with one of your hands as you made your way into your shared bedroom.
Receiving a small, absent-minded nod from your boyfriend, who seemed to be way too into whatever he was looking at on his phone as he lied on the bed to fully acknowledge your presence, you tightened your hold on the towel you had wrapped around your figure one minute ago â knowing you had done your part by letting him know, and deciding to just leave it at that before you went over to your wardrobe instead.
And although both your voice and presence hadnât managed to catch his attention, something else surely did.
Unconsciously sniffing around a couple of times as his eyes still remained fixed on his phone, he ended up putting it down, looking around with knitted eyebrows as his sniffs became loud enough to catch your attention.
âAllergies?â you wondered, back facing him while you looked for something comfortable to wear indoors that day.
He shook his head no, well aware of the fact that you could not see him doing so. âThat smell...â
âWhat smell?â your eyebrows furrowed. âMaybe Tiggerââ
âItâs not thatâ he denied before you could even begin to blame the puppy of yours that wasnât even in the room.
âThen?â you pushed it, smiling to yourself when you found the perfect sweatshirt for that day.
Not saying another word, Jeongguk stood up from the bed, following the source of the sweet smell invading his nostrils until he reached you. Jumping up at his sudden touch after his hands were placed on each side of your waist, you let out a breathy laugh when his head was lowered just enough for his nose to bump against the crown of your head.
âYah!â you called him out with a giggle, placing the sweatshirt back on its place as you failed to turn fully around so you would be facing him instead. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âCoconut?â he answered your question by making another one.
Although confused for a moment, you then realised he was talking about your new shampoo. And you couldnât help but be amazed yet again by how good he was when it came to telling smells apart.
âDoes it bother you?â you asked, being well aware of how sensitive he could be to it. âBecause Iâve got a whole new bottle of it that I wonât just throw away, so youâll just have to suck it upâ.
âYah,â he pinched your sides at your teasing words, slumping his chin down on your bare shoulder. âYouâd really choose your shampoo over my well-being?â
âMmâŚâ you puckered your lips as you pretended to be deep in thought.
âUnbelievableâ.
Throwing your head back as you let a throaty laugh escape your mouth, your head pressed to his chest â deciding to leave it there for a few seconds, and allowing him to wrap his arms around your figure before you pressed a brief kiss to his cheek.
âDoes it really bother you, bun?â you asked again, seriously this time.
Jeongguk shook his head no, nuzzling the crook of your neck and pressing his lips on it. âI love it. Could get used to itâ.
You smiled at that, enjoying the tickling touch of his nose on your skin. ���Goodâ.
Counting on him to let go of you after having found out where the source of said new smell was coming from, you took in your hands once again the sweatshirt you had decided to wear moments ago. However, when you tried to reach for a pair of shorts as well and you felt him pull away from your neck, only for his nose to once more rest against your head âmore precisely, your still wet hairâ, you realised he had no plans of letting go of you anytime soon.
âBunny?â you called him.
âMm?â he hummed, letting go of your waist, only to place his arms over your shoulders and loosely around your neck.
âWill you let me change now?â you couldnât hide your amusement.
âOh,â his lips turned into a pout. âRightâ.
No longer being under his touch as he now stood a decent distance away from you, you managed to stand on the tip of your toes as you looked for your favourite bra. âAnd make sure to turn around when I doâ you teased him.
He smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he rested against the wall. âDo I even have to anymore?â
When the black piece of lace he was quite familiar with by now collided against his face, he knew what the answer to his rather cocky question was.
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LĂĄ Bealtaine
Pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, cunnilingus, SMUT, NSFW/18+only, loss of virginity - if you squint, using sex to mask feelings & trauma, mild JJK manga spoilers; but if youâve seen the anime youâre pretty caught up on this stuff
Word Count: 4732
âWhy do you let themââus, stay?â
You lift your head, blinking at his obsidian surveyance. âWhat am I supposed to do? Say no? Not like I put an advertisement on the door: seeking dangerous men and nefarious spirits, inquire within. Iâm not wanting to die, you know? Besides, itâs not all bad.â
âName one thing thatâs not bad about this,â Choso demands, his tone clipped.
Why? Why does he care? Youâre not someone he can save. Thereâs no room for you. You arenât family.
âOnly one thing? Well, thatâs easy,â you continue, the steady lull of your voice jerking him out of his musings. âYou.â
Notes: hehe, when i said i had Choso brain rot i was not joking. this dude has been on my mind for weeks, yaâll. WEEKS. special thanks to @libirakiâ & @kugutsuuâ for beta editing! if you havenât checked out their works please stop what you are doing & scuttle yourself over there bc you are missing out.
LĂĄ Bealtaine [lĚŞË aË ËbʲalĚŞË tĚŞË ÉnʲÉ] 'the bright or yellow day of Beltane' - a time of fire and fertility.
It started with a touch. A simple interaction; but it sticks to the back of his mind and the heat of your hand lingers, a remembrance that he canât shake.
Heâd returned to the dingy bowels of the hideout, boots echoing over the well-worn floor as he made his way to his customary seat; unaware of the blood that oozed from the strip above his nose. Legs and arms are heavy as he slots himself into the chair, his eyes drooping closed as he leans his dark head against the cushions.Â
Two weeks.
Chosoâs younger brothers were killed two weeks ago. Leaving him alone; adrift in his loss, his failure as an elder brother. The remembrance of them stung in the morning and was an ache by afternoon, but in the nightâs darkness it burned.
He will have his chance, he reminds himself, furrowing his brow; seeking the faint traces of the other six who need him to press on, and the hollow twinge of the two who need vengeance. The 31st is only fourteen days away; he can wait. He canâ
The pressure of the sudden touch makes him jerk; coal-dark eyes snapping open, searching for the source. Youâre standing above him, hand outstretched, the pad of your thumb delicately catching the long forgotten drip of blood against his cheek.Â
âYou shouldnât touch that,â he says, voice gruff in the vacant emptiness of the space; but he doesnât shift, meeting your frank gaze unblinkingly.Â
âOh?â you question, swiping the sullied digit across your pants, tacking the deep crimson into the material of your jeans.
âItâs poison,â Choso clarifies. The spot youâd stroked your thumb down is tingling. Exhaustion, he muses, itching his nails into the thick fabric of his loose pants. Heâs imagining it; thereâs no other explanation.
âYouâre not going with the others?â
What? How can he? Theyâre dead. Ah, no. Heâs not thinking clearly. You donât mean his brothers; you mean GetĹ.
âNo,â he quips, lifting the back of his hand to his cheek, wanting to quell that spreading warmth that youâve left him with.Â
âThen you donât need this, right?â You gesture to the mess of game pieces and the forgotten board that is scattered across the low table in front of him. He shakes his head and you begin the steady process of tidying up, collecting the mismatched jumble into your arms, folding the rest into the tattered box before you step away.Â
Choso closes his eyes again, steadying his breaths, finding the pulse of the blood that thrums within him. Nothing is out of place. So why does his cheek feel like itâs on fire? Thereâs no reason for it. Is he this starved for a connection that heâs latching onto the first interaction he receives?Â
His onyx eyes follow you as you walk across the matted flooring. You own this space; have struck some kind of deal with GetĹ and the others, permitting them to come and go, quietly cleaning up their messes, and ducking out of sight when they gather within the confines of the darkness; talking through the plans, the ins and outs of the sealing and the massacre that they hope to spread throughout the underground station of the pre-ordained prefecture.Â
In the grand scheme of things youâre nothing. Why waste energy focusing on you? It wonât matter in fourteen days.
The clink of the cup on the table rattles him out of his thoughts and Choso peers into the depths of your clear gaze once more. âWhat is it?â he queries, running a broad hand down his face, hoping the pull will make him forget the persistent warmth thatâs radiating from the spot youâd touched.Â
âYou look tired. Drink that and get some rest.â
âGiving orders now?â
âSure,â you grin, cocking your head at Chosoâs curled lips and wrinkled nose. âThatâs a good one. Like any of you would ever listen to me.â
Whatâs this called? Self deprecating humor? Well, whatever it is, Choso doesnât enjoy the brittle tone your voice has drifted into. It doesnât suit you and that low annoyance thatâs been brewing under his skin is coming closer and closer to the surface. His fingers are on the cup before he can properly sort through his mismatched emotions, but he doesnât miss the lift of your lips when he gulps the scalding tea down his throat.Â
Why does he care? You donât matter. Youâre no one to him.
âEasy,â you tut, shaking your head at his sharp gaze. âYouâll burn yourself.â
So? Heâd rather feel something burn than linger into the uneasy pull of an ache.Â
Choso looks for you when he enters, shifting past the others. Youâre tucked toward the back, brows creased and head down. Itâs a smart move, but the frightened hunch youâve adopted bothers him more than it used to.
âWe have a few minutes,â GetĹ announces to the gathering, dark eyes bright as they fall on his impassive face. âAnd Mahito is always late.â
Thereâs an implication behind it, but Choso opts to ignore that uneasy instinct, already turning. Heâs just going to ask you for tea; thatâs all. When you spy him, you smile and that spot on his cheek flares, remembering the sweep of your thumb.
âLucky you caught me,â you tell him, hands busy with the rattling cups. âI was about to go.â
He narrows his eyes, watching the curve of your neck, the stretch of your fingers, and the uneasy twitch of your shoulders. This sort of existence doesnât suit you. Youâre the antithesis of this; normal, kind, unabashedly human. So why do youâŚÂ
âWhy do you let themââus, stay?â
You lift your head, blinking at his obsidian surveyance. âWhat am I supposed to do? Say no? Not like I put an advertisement on the door: seeking dangerous men and nefarious spirits, inquire within. Iâm not wanting to die, you know? Besides, itâs not all bad.â
âName one thing thatâs not bad about this,â Choso demands, his tone clipped.Â
Why? Why does he care? Youâre not someone he can save. Thereâs no room for you. You arenât family.
âOnly one thing? Well, thatâs easy,â you continue, the steady lull of your voice jerking him out of his musings. âYou.â
Choso shakes his head, openly scowling at your answer. âMe?â he sputters, sucking his teeth and pressing his clenched fists into the long table that you stand behind.Â
âYeah,â you confirm, pouring the steaming water over the leaves, wafting the fragrant essence of the tea between his clenched jaw and your ducked head.Â
âI donât⌠that is...I...â Choso begins, but fumbles into silence when he catches sight of your eyes, half hidden behind the sweep of your lashes. It doesnât make sense. None of this makes sense. âYouâre strange,â he finishes, huffing a belabored sigh between his pursed lips, but when you laugh he canât help a faint smile.Â
It will feel disloyal later, that burst of momentary happiness, but right now he doesnât mind the distraction; cupping the yunomi between his palms, catching your fingers before they can pull away, enjoying the warmth you transude into his chilled hands.Â
Nothing holds. Choso knows this better than most. All things, given time, change. It is an inevitability. Something heâs known intrinsically, and clung to, all those years; when the only constant was the beating of his brotherâs hearts beside him. But change rarely announces itself, content in its own emergence; the omnipotence of its bite.
Something has shifted.Â
âYou didnât go again?â You ask one night, sitting beside him, a cooling mug between your fingertips.Â
âDidnât see the need,â he tells you, an outstretched legs brushing against yours.Â
âYouâre different⌠you know that?â A smile hidden within your words.Â
âSo are you.â He likes that, he thinks. He likes it more than he should.
âCan I ask you something?â
âWhat?â
You bite your lip and he watches the press of your teeth, hoping youâll split the skin.Â
âCome closer and Iâll tell you.â You bargain, coyly shaking your head.
âIâm close enough and I donât like games,â he grumbles, hoping you wonât leave it at that, because while itâs true that he doesnât like games, heâs enjoying this give and take.Â
âPlease?â
Thereâs something intoxicating about that gentle sound and he turns, wordlessly following your crooked finger. He towers over your seated form, but you donât let that imbalance hang, hands tugging against the white of his shirt, urging him to kneel between your spread legs. When he settles, you curl your fingers against his jaw, smoothing that blistering heat over his icy skin until heâs pressing forward, resting his heavy forehead against yours.Â
Youâre so warm, he inwardly gasps, his breaths coming in pants. So warm he fears he might grow addicted to this heady intimacy. âWhat do you want?â Choso asks, the deep timbre of his voice quaking.Â
âYou.â Itâs such a simple answer; how like you.
âI am here,â he replies, half drunk on the feel of your skin.
âYes, but what if I told you I want more?â
That question casts him into the darkness. Heâs unused to this; doesnât know what to do, what to say; heâs been sealed for so long, too long, and he feels wobbly, lightheaded, but he tries to reach, his fingers grasping at the base of your neck, pulling you toward... towardâŚ
The clatter of the front door startles you both, and heâs on his feet, eyes wild as they look down on your parted lips, and the furrowed confusion of your brow. Your hands are still upturned, waiting for his.
The others step into the space and when he blinks again youâre already gone; your chair vacant, the warmth youâd shared evaporating into the unfeeling cruelty of the chilled air. Shit, Choso curses, grinding his teeth. Â
Something has shifted; it will be impossible to tear himself away from you now.
Itâs only been a day, but he canât stop staring at you. He doesnât hide his blatant gaze, obsidian eyes tracking each step, hungrily snapping to yours each time you come near. You do nothing to lessen this itching want thatâs raging within him, leaning close, pressing your hand against his shoulder as you gather the discarded cups that are scattered between them, asking him if thereâs anything else he needs, your breath hot against his ear.Â
Heâs unsure if he likes this.Â
But each time you shift away he wants to drag you back.Â
When they leave, used to his excuses, and his protestations that as long as the mission doesnât involve Itadori Yuji or Kugisaki Nobara heâs uninterested, he stands; head turning, searching for you.Â
Ah. There you are.Â
Heâs against you in an instant, stiff hands cupping you, greedy to touch, to hold. You squirm, a laugh bubbling from your lips, swatting his wide palms from the tempting swell of your hips. âWhatâs gotten into you?â As if you donât know.
âTch,â he scolds, âyouâve been toying with me all evening. You said you wanted more yesterday, so show me.â
You breathe out a chuckle, bemused by his enthusiasm and take his hand in yours, leading him down a hallway. Heâs never been back here, but he follows, trying to steady the thudding of his heart. Controlling his lifeâs blood is second nature to him, so why does this feel like itâs a losing battle?Â
The room you open is dark, but he can make out the shape of a futon, stark against the mats, and his eyelids flutter, too overwhelmed by the realness of this befuddling situation to look. To distract himself, he pulls you against the slope of his chest, splaying his fingers against the sweep of your collarbone. You twist in his loose hold, folding your arms around his powerful neck.
âDo you still want this?â
Choso unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth, gulping down a wavering breath. âI already told you,â he begins, his voice gravel, âshow me more. Show me what else you want to do with me.â
âCan I kiss you?â you inquire, dipping your head enticingly, catching his wandering attention, urging him nearer. He doesnât answer, electing to tap his lips against yours, clumsily pressing until the tip of his nose digs into your cheek. Itâs easy to feel your heartbeat like this, and he wraps his arms around your lower back, eliminating the meager distance that was trapped between your heaving chests.Â
You let him steady himself, careful to keep your movements slow, but the squish of his face and the jerk of his hands tugs a bated humph of discomfort from you and he breaks away, elegant brows crumpled as he searches for the source of your discontent.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you amend, smiling at his obvious pout. âCan you do me a favor?â
âHmm?â Choso questions, stroking a palm up your spine, a smirk quirking the corner of his mouth when you draw in a gasp.Â
You cup your hands beside his ears, fingers sinking into the dark tangles of his hair as you lure him back to your parted lips. âOpen your mouth.â
He does as heâs told and you mold him against you, lapping your tongue over his, earning a shuddering moan and a sharp caress as he coils his hand around your throat. Itâs easier this way and Choso steadily follows your lead, mimicking your sucks and teasing bites. Teeth clash when he reaches for more but he eases the sting with a flick of his tongue, and you nibble his lower lip in retaliation, pleased heâs so malleable.Â
Your fingers fall to the sash that rests above his stomach and he grunts when you pull at it, easing it away with a stable unwinding. His breaths are heavy against your kiss shined lips, but he keeps perfecting his new found techniques, sweeping chapped skin until itâs worn smooth by the wetness of your tongue. His own hands are preoccupied with your neck and the gentle underside of your jaw, fingertips pressing until you can sense the pound of your heart within his grasp.Â
âWhat are you trying to do?â you ask between his frantic presses. âItâs like you wanna match my pulse, or something.âÂ
âWorry about yourself,â he grouses, ill-pleased with your answering laugh. âItâs going to take forever if you go that slow.â
You shove your palms against his chest and he stumbles backwards, his booted feet loud against the heavy mats, dark eyes flashing up at yours as his face falls into a deep-seated glower. âWhat?! What was... why did youâŚâ
His angry retorts melt into nothingness when you fling your shirt over your head, sending the thin fabric fluttering to the ground. The sudden exposure leaves him gaping, unsure of himself once more, but you ease the shock, grasping his limp hand in yours, guiding it over the dip of your stomach, and up the flow of your side.Â
âLetâs play fair, huh?â you tease, tapping a kiss to his cheek, careful to land it in the same spot your thumb had touched weeks ago. Choso nods, obsidian eyes wide as his fingers trace over your goose-prickled skin. âAlright, well, itâs your turn.âÂ
His gaze snaps back to yours, whisking over your face; as if heâs searching for some kind of answer in the lift of your nose, or the plushness of your lips. Whatever it is, he seems to have found it because he ducks his head to yours, resting his brow against the crown of your temple, hands lifting to his own clothing, making quick work of the intricate knots and folds of the fabric.
The gleam of his skin in the moonlight takes your breath away, and you reach for him as he eases the black off of the white, sliding your warmth over the coldness of his bared pectorals. Heâs smooth; skin as soft as freshly cleaved talc, or a scattering of downy feathers, and you keep stroking until heâs shaking under your touch, his exhales unsteady against your face.Â
âI think I have more blemishes on my fingers and arms than you do on your entire body. Youâre so soft,â you tell him, tracing an outspread hand against his muscled abdomen.Â
âIâm... this is a new manifestation,â he answers, hoping the strangeness of him, of his half human, half cursed being, wonât drive you away.Â
âHmm,â you nod, pulling him down for another kiss. âIt feels nice.â
Heâs slow to undress. Not because he doesnât want to see more of you, heâs simply distracted, too focused on touching what bits of you are revealed; the arc of your hips, the tipped buds of your breasts, and the line of your legs. But youâre like water; slipping through the gaps of his fingers, leaving him wanting, unsatisfied with his fragile hold.
When the last scrap of clothing is off, he waits, his cheeks flushed and mouth dry. âNow what?â
âDo you want me to touch you first?â you ask, that tantalizing smile lifting your lips.Â
âNo,â he asserts, shaking his dark head. âI want to learn you before that...so show me.â
âYouâre very unusual.â Tilting your head as you take his hand, leading him to your futon. âYou know that?â you continue, tumbling him over you as you splay across the crisp sheets.Â
âSays the woman who is letting me between her legs,â Choso smarts, finding your lips in the gathering darkness. âStop stalling; show me.â
With a pleased sigh, you reach for his hand again, looping your fingers around his as you guide him to the juncture of your thighs. You work one away from the others, gliding it along the ridges of your folds, showing him how you like to be touched. After his initial gawping and mystified rumblings of, âso wet,â and half croaked, âfucks,â he shifts closer, easing onto his haunches as he curiously follows your lessons.
âThere,â he hisses, onyx gaze catching your twitching stomach and jerking hips. âTeach me how to do that.â
You work him to that apex, using your other hand to lift the slippery hood of your clit, showing him how to press and tap against the spongy nub. Heâs a quick learner, his eyes falling from yours to watch the flutter and quaver of your cunt.Â
âMove your hand,â he tells you, resting his lips against the hollow of your neck, his tongue lapping over your pulse. When you untwine your fingers from his he waits, lips too busy sucking a bruise into your skin; reaching for that unsteady thump of your heart.Â
Bump-bump-ba-bump.
Yes. This will do. Heâs caught the rhythm; can almost sense the flow of your blood, and see the surge of your clit under his touch.  Â
The next frig of his digit has you gasping out his name, legs unfurling, knees shaking beside his ribs, your head flopping back onto the futon with a dull thump as you arch into his hold. Choso reapplies the pressure, adding the pad of his thumb, leaving it opposite his seeking forefinger, squeezing until youâre clawing your blunt nails down the sheets.Â
âYou look good like this,â he smirks, looming over your heaving figure, licking his wet tongue along the valley of your breasts. âWhat else can you show me?â
Your fingersâ grip into his hair and you yank him from you, one brow delicately arched as you take in his irascible scowl. âYou could put your mouth to better useâŚâ
Thereâs no need to elaborate, and heâs wedged between your thighs before you can fully blink, ravenous lips slurping kisses and bites into the tender skin; heâs asking another question, but you canât hear when heâs touching you like that, his fingers doggedly pressing at your clit, jerking more moans from your throat.Â
âWh-what?â you ask, breath stolen before itâs past your quivering mouth.
âI said,â Choso pants, lifting his inky head and fixing you with a dazed stare. âI can feel your heartbeat.âÂ
âDoes that matter?â you laugh, popping onto your elbows to regard him inquisitively.Â
âIt helps,â he answers cryptically and you jab your toes against his arm.
âHelps with what?â
âYouâll see. Do you care if I experiment?â He lifts his fingers from you, sucking the dripping pads into his mouth as he waits for your answer.
âKnock yourself out,â you gape, biting your lip between your teeth.
His dark eyes glaze before he averts them, an appreciative smile gentling his sharp features. âGood,â he replies, easing one bent leg over his broad shoulder, sparing you a last glance before sealing his lips to your throbbing folds.
It starts slowly; a deep shudder that seems to radiate from your core before pooling against your extremities, making your fingers twitch and your muscles spasm incrementally. But Choso is mindful of the power that heâs found, and he eases you onto his tongue, helping you to relax with steady sucks, avoiding that all important button that is distending above his nose. He can almost hear the rush of your blood, can sense where to press with each swell of your slick folds, and he follows unquestionably; pleased he can lose himself in this, in you.
He taps his thumb against your entrance, eyes opening, searching over the curve of your breasts to see you, to watch what kind of expression youâll make when he finally breaches this boundary. The sheer heat of you takes him aback, and he groans, his low voice vibrating over your twitching cunt, and you reward his elation with another moan, his name falling from your lips.Â
What is this?Â
Heâs drowning and all heâs done is taste you. Will he die if this goes further? Or will it burn? Lapping away the remnants of his regret until thereâs nothing left of him but splintered bone.Â
âChoso,â you breathe, fingers latching into his wayward hair. âMore, please⌠itâs not enough.â
He rotates his thumb before easing it out, making room for the wide push of his index finger, tongue lifting to swirl around the pulsing nub of your clit, and teeth grazing until youâre squirming.
âThere!â you cry out, bucking into his open mouth. âOh, god⌠I... I canâtâââ
Something inside you shudders. He can feel it in the comforting thump of your heart and it makes him clutch you to him, his own hips rutting against the edge of the futon as he finds himself awash in the sheer intoxication of you.Â
Fuck. Is it supposed to feel like this? Like heâs half himself and half you? Or is he simply drunk on the rush of your blood?
Your cunt sucks his finger deeper, gummy walls pulsing in time with your heart as he gulps down your essence, tongue greedily catching it before it has time to drip onto his upturned wrist. Itâs good. It tastes so fucking good.Â
Heâs so winded by the sensations that he barely notices you pulling from him, his dark head lolling over the crinkled sheets, an inaudible moan slipping between his clenched teeth. Choso doesnât resist when you ease him upward, warm fingers tracing up his heaving body as you press him onto his back. Only when you press a kiss to his fevered temple does he find himself, eyes bleary in the darkness.
âIâm sorry,â you tell him, straddling his hips, your hand reaching for his straining cock, palming some of the leaking pre-cum over your fingers as you stroke him. âI canât wait⌠I want you⌠can I? Choso?âÂ
This part will burn, he thinks, helping you to hold yourself steady, eyes slipping closed when he feels the slick heat of you gliding teasingly over his tip. When you sink down, his back arches, and he hopes that the whispering shadows, the lingering remnants of his guilt, will be tossed onto this fire youâre stoking. Your hips still when they reach his base, legs twitching around him, your nails catching against his smooth skin, working nicks into the clean slate.Â
Youâre clutching onto him like heâs the only thing tethering you down, and he opens his shuttered eyes to watch, hoping he can glimpse you past the smoldering of his want. Youâre beautiful, he thinks, hand lifting from your hips to fiddle with the necklace that sits around your neck, admiring the glint of metal in the gloom.Â
He wishes he could see more, that he could wait a little longer, but he wants to put an end to this ache; he wants to burn.
The lift of your knees leaves both of you gasping, and Choso stifles a moan, legs tensing restlessly under the steady push and pull youâre establishing over him. Itâs so warm inside you, and he can feel the thrum of your blood again, so he tries to match his to yours, controlling his pulse, right down to the multiplicity of his cells, eager to feel that potent tug of release once more.Â
âDoes it feel good?â you ask, leaning back so he can admire his engorged cock as it plunges in and out of your sodden pussy.Â
âDo you have to ask?â he grunts, lifting a hand to your breast, tweaking the tender bud of your peaked nipple between the knuckles of his fingers.��
When you call out his name again, he snatches you to him, dragging you to his parted lips as he digs his heels into the futon, rutting into you until youâre squelching lewdly around his pistoning cock. The world feels like itâs narrowing; the shadows lessening as he engulfs himself in you, his teeth working bruises into your neck, your shoulder, the tops of your breasts, anywhere he can reach; but itâs not enough.Â
With a huffed groan heâs gathering you into his arms, robust thighs helping him to flip you onto your back, hands splitting your legs as he drives himself back into your welcoming heat. Itâs deeper in this position. He can feel more of your twitches and pulsations as he steadies his arms beside your ears, bracing himself over your prostrate form.Â
âYou want me to touch you again, donât you?â he asks, voice broken. âDo you want me to touch your clit? Will that make you cum for me? Will it?â
âI-I can do it,â you gasp, easing your fingers between your grinding bodies, knees spreading so he can watch. âTell me when,â you murmur, head dropping as you arch, slipping him further.
âNow,â he moans, grabbing your jaw, forcing your lips to his as he slams his cock into you, setting himself alight; easing the incessant tug of his guilt until itâs a blunted thrum resting close to his heart.Â
When you shatter around him, he follows, wholly caught in the ebb and flow of his release; lost in the depths of this unsteady solution.
He stays with you through the night, eyes following the line of your body as you sleep. His hands are cold, he thinks, easing them beside you, but not for much longer.Â
The 31st is only four days away.
âDid he question you? Ask you for anything?â GetĹâs words are lanced with care, his voice honey sweet as he steeples his fingers, peering at you with an avariciousness that makes you shake.
âHe didnât. I doubt it will happen again. I didnât...I donât want to...to⌠hurtâââ
âWhat? Hurt him? Heâs a half-breed monster. His feelings donât come into this. Nor should yours; you have a family to think of, a mother whoâs an invalid, a younger brother who canât be depended upon, a father whoâs a drunkard; too far gone to notice, or care, his eldest is missing; hasnât attended her college classes in weeks... and your sister. Well, sheâs still a child... much too young to suffer from your mistakes, donât you think?â
âYouâre the monster,â you grit, hands folded into your lap, nails pressing until blood wells under your fingertips.Â
âPerhaps,â he smiles. âWeâll be out of your way soon enough. Let me know if you show any signs of impregnation, would you? Any spawn you whelp will be useful; very useful indeed.â
notes: i was gonna name this something else, and i know the dates i am describing donât match with the sabbat, but Beltane felt like a smoother fit.Â
#choso#choso kamo#kamo choso#reader insert#choso x reader#choso x you#choso x y/n#jjk imagines#jjk smut#jjk x reader#smut#tw: manipulation#tw: mentions of blood#tw: loss of virginity#choso is a virgin cuz yeah#he just woke up#but he's quick on his feet#pal writes#choso my beloved#lĂĄ bealtaine#first of the day
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pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader
a/n: you asked and you shall receive. here are very random scraps that i pieced together and somehow it worked lol enjoy x
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the avengers on long bus rides
long bus rides are the only times where the world is balanced and at peace (forced smile from steve)
itâs also the only times when everyone will chime in on those sea shanties that steve loves so much, so thatâs a plus
the team knows that their captain is a sea shanty WHORE so they always go all out for him and do harmonies and quite impressive choreos
once theyâve run out of sea shanties, they switch to musicals and itâs kind of like football jocks meet theatre kids
everyone has their troy bolten moment at some point, but itâs loki who really shines
he gets really passionate and ends up singing all parts and no one can blame him because mans got the voice of an angel and he knows it
nat is super supportive and cheers him on while recording everything. no one questions why she has a folder on her phone that is called âblackmail materialâ
tony likes to show his support by throwing money at loki
the others reenact that scene from harry potter where harry tries to catch hogwarts letters falling from the ceiling although there are loads of them perfectly lying on the floor
they fight tooth and nail to catch the money with a ferocity that puts the gods in shame
peter shoots his webs to pin the dollar bills to the wall like he suddenly got a lifelong supply of them and clint acts like his arrows are made of harmless rubber
rhodey joins in, puts on his suit, and almost blasts happy â¨to deathâ¨while trying to catch a one-dollar bill
happy swerve the bus off a cliff and someone screams
(it was loki)
wanda has to save them and proceeds to bench them all for an hour
bucky, friend to no vehicles, is grumpy the entire time but y/n has made it her temporary calling to cheer him up
âi donât like vehicles and this is whyâ *y/n whips out a duffel bag and slaps it* âyea, well, but what are your thoughts on sudokusâ
bucky curls up in the back like the senior citizen that he is, sandwiched between y/n and bruce with a lifelong supply of sudokus scattered around him
they quietly help each other out and itâs very wholesome
tony and peter can fall asleep anywhere on the bus with their necks and limbs turned at all kinds of unnatural angles and sam winces before tearing his eyes from them
he makes a mental note to buy them neck pillows
nat suggests playing âi spyâ because it seems less lethal than the yellow car game but clint, sam, and thor get way too enthusiastic about it
they have their faces pressed against the window, eyes wide and unblinking, unaware that theyâre frightening half of the people sitting in the passing cars
at some point, they lose all sense and just randomly name everything
âi spy with my little eye something that is redâ âthat carâ ânoâ âthat carâ ânoâ âclintâs sweaterâ âitâs notââ âbuckyâs pen, the flowERS, MY SHOES, THE SKYâ
rhodey and nat are surprisingly good at that game and their calm demeanour drives the others insane
âfine. i spy with my stupid little eye something that is amberââ âbottom left button on the inside of lokiâs overcoat, try againâ
wanda and vision are in charge of lunch and handing out lunch boxes to everyone is a delight to them and a very. scary experience for the rest of the team
âhere you go, buck. a turkey sandwich with cut off crust and extra tomatoesâ âoh you didnât have to cut offââ âđ but you like it. donât youđ â â...yesâ
peter and y/n are sharing a seat and y/n shows him her online purchases on her phone. peter is really sweet the entire time and comments on everything with genuine interest until rhodey pipes up from behind them
âyou ordered new shoes? y/n, you donât even go outside enough to justify wearing shoesâ
they shush him and proceed to share headphones to listen to peterâs current favourite songs
at some point, tony announces, âalright ladies and gentlegerms, cap is making us stop the bus so we can get out and go for a two-mile jog through the woods *unenthusiastic jazz hands* if anyone wants to fling us off a cliff again, now is the time, i repeatââ
they still end up running and itâs insufferable. itâs hot and musty and just ~unpleasant~
somehow the avengers have evolved into a chaotic Debate Team and now theyâre discussing who gets to be carried by thor and bucky
at an intersection, the two of them stop to catch their breath and theyâre both just staring at each other, sweaty and covered in avengers hanging off their limbs
thor, prying loki off his back: âiâm sorry but weâre gonna have to do something different hereâ
y/n is hopping off buckyâs back when thereâs suddenly a loud, ugly sound reverberating through the forest, followed by many footsteps that seem to come closer by the second
they run
branches keep tearing at their skin as they bolt through the woods but theyâre not stopping because itâs clear what is happening right now
theyâre being chased by wild boars
at this point theyâre just embracing death and if they survive itâs a bonus
a boar comes running towards bucky and wanda but bucky âi have been falling for 90 years and iâm sick of itâ barnes stares it straight in the eye, daring it to knock them over and the boar just squirms and make a u-turn
another wild boar seems to have decided that clint is not part of the herd because it sends clint FLYING in a quite impressive and beautiful arc
steve tries to ditch clint and train the boar
clint wasnât hurt by the fall, but he stares at steve as if he might as well have broken a rib
theyâre back on the bus and happy cocks a brow when he sees that everyone is exhausted and covered in dirt. he chooses to say nothing when nat climbs in with loki half-leaning on her for support and glaring broodily at the floor
everyone just wants to sleep and forget that the avengers were almost defeated by boars but bruce and sam keep bickering in the front row
âitâs too bright in hereâ âitâs the sunâ âthe lights get too noisyâ ââŚwhatâ âmake it stopâ âwhat do you want me to do?? turn off the sun???â
peter and y/n are huddled in a seat again, sharing headphones to drone out the noise and the moment he hits play, y/n looks at him blankly
peter, shrugging: âwhat? my 7 songs still go hardâ
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what are your seven songs that still go hard? pls tell me bc i desperately need new music <3 stay hydrated pals
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#peter parker x reader#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x avenger!reader#avengers crack#avengers x reader#avengers headcanon#peter parker headcanon#peter parker fluff#avengers#peter parker#steve rogers headcanon#tony stark headcanon#bucky barnes headcanon#sam wilson headcanon#thor headcanon#loki headcanon#mcu#mcu x reader#peter parker x you#spiderman x reader#avenger!reader
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Trouble Sleeping (Loki x reader)
I swear if this deletes for a third time Im gonna cryÂ
KINDA A SLOW BURN BOIS
also I didnât finish reading it over for mistakes bc Iâm lazyÂ
summary: y/n and Loki used to be very close friends and sometimes when she had bad nightmares heâd use his magic to calm her mind, a few years have passed and theyâve grown apart. Her nightmares come back and hesitantly she seeks Lokiâs help againÂ
word count: 3,592 wahahahaha
y/n leaned over one of the balconies that overlooked the kingdomâs private garden. The weather was perfect, the temperature ideal, sky blue, and the plants were all thriving feet below her. Despite the scenery however y/nâs attention was fixated elsewhere.Â
Down in the depths of the garden, propped up on one of the fancy golden benches was the youngest Asgardian prince-Loki. His dark raven hair was combed back as he turned to the next page in his novel, the cover matching the shade of green displayed on his clothes. y/n couldnât help but sigh as she watched the handsome prince, they had once had an unbreakable bond. It was always Loki and y/n-best friends, one wouldnât be seen without the other. But somewhere among their late teenage years, Loki had become more cold and distant towards y/n-leaving her alone in the giant halls of the castle to wander alone. Thatâs when her and Thorâs relationship grew stronger-she had always been friends with the God of Thunder but after her and Lokiâs relationship crumbled to pieces he was there to cheer her up.Â
âOh there you are!â Thorâs voice boomed-pulling y/n from her daydream. y/n glanced once more at Loki before turning her attention to her tall friend. âI was looking for you!â He beamed.Â
âWhat can I do for you, your highness?â y/n asked with a playful voice.
Thor smiled, putting his hands together before continuing, âI was hoping that you would join me and-â his words faded as he glanced down to the gardens and caught sight of Loki. y/nâs attention soon turned to the railing in front of her as she traced her fingers along itâs smooth surface. âYou still watch him.â Thor told her, his normally enthusiastic voice was now dry and serious. âHow long have you been thinking of him?â
y/n furrowed her eyebrows, playing with her fingers. âI never stopped.â She confessed, âI know itâs foolish but I canât help it, I..miss him more than I can even begin to explain.â
Thor was silent as he watched the girl glance back down at the gardens then to the sky. âLetâs go...horseback riding.â He suggested, getting y/n attention. âTo lift your spirits, we can go with Sif a-â
âNo.â y/n blurted out, ânobody else-I donât want to embarrass myself again by falling off my horse.â
Thor chuckled, ânobody is going to think low of you-â he looked at y/n once more sensing her silent plea âvery well then, just us.â He agreed, making her smile.
âThank you.â She laughed, giving him a hug. It caught Thor by surprise but he then loosely wrapped his arms around y/n in return. âThank you for everything,â y/n whispered, âreally, I donât know whatâd Iâd do without you. Iâm blessed to have a friend like you.â
âOf course.âÂ
Neither of the two friends noticed that down in the gardens Loki clenched his jaw, snapping his book shut and silently retreated to his room-they also didnât notice the pair of blue eyes staring through the window at them, when they returned laughing on horseback.Â
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 There was fire everywhere, thick black smoke made it impossible for her to breath. She was choking-desperate for air. She fell to the ground as the fire closed in quickly-itâs heat trapping her in the room. There was no hope, no help was coming and it was impossible to escape, with a loud crack the ceiling caved in leaving her trapped screaming out as the furious flames burned her alive.Â
y/n woke up with a start, beads of sweat lined her forehead although her room was cool and she found that her hands were shaking. Realizing it was just a dream she lied back down, covering her face with her hands as she tried desperately to fall back asleep. She got no more sleep that night.
The same thing happened again in the coming days and three days later while in training, y/n who was running on less than four hours of sleep was doing rather well. In one quick movement she jumped up-kicking the sword right out of Fandralâs grip.Â
âVery good!â Volstagg commented from across the room.
âYes.â Fandral agreed, âshow me that move and Iâll show you some of mine.â He winked.
âJust give me a time and place.â y/n responded playfully, earning a laugh.Â
âImpressive.â Fandral commented at her response. (she normally responded to his joke flirting with an eye roll)Â
âYes impressive.â Loki commented from behind Fandral. âThat y/n can apparently chase after two men at once.â He said this while staring casually at Thor. Sif went stiff inder the tension and Thor opened his mouth but y/n spoke first.
âIâm sorry?âÂ
âWell by the looks of it, you canât seem to decide between Thor and-âÂ
âBrother thatâs enough.â Thor warned, taking a step forward.
âIâm just putting out a warning, you do know what they say about these sort of things.â Loki remarked, not meeting her eyes.
âYou know full well that I am not chasing after anyone.â y/n said, growing aggravated.Â
âIt sure seems that way.âHe then opened the door to the room and left.
âYou know what?â y/n responded, dropping her sword to the ground with a loud clang âI am tired of this.â
 ây/n I think it best if you ignore him.â Sif spoke up, ânobody is accusing you of anything, we all know you arenât that sort of person-â
âThank you Sif, but I am not taking this.â y/n exited the room in pursuit of Loki, who was a few paces ahead of her walking calmly.Â
âI donât like being followed.â He simply called out to her, because his room was only about a minute walk away from the training room he reached it fairly quickly.
âWhat is your problem?â y/n asked him, putting her foot in between the door and itâs frame as Loki was about to shut it.
âI donât have a problem, now if youâd excuse me Iâd like you to leave me alone.âÂ
 âThen leave me alone.â She huffed, âhold your silvertongue and stop acting as if youâre above me because youâre not.â
âIs that all?â He asked her calmly, âyouâre done with your childish tantrum?âÂ
âOh you are so-â y/n narrowed her eyes.
âSo what?â Loki asked with an eye roll.
âTerrible.â y/n blurted, earning a cold laugh from the God of Mischief.
âSo Iâve been told.â He stated bored.
âNo, I mean youâre really terrible and for so many reasons.â
âSuch as?â Â
âYou want a list?â y/n asked with a bitter laugh, âok well you think youâre better than everyone and youâre not, you poke fun at other people because itâs amusing to you and-and everyone-I mean everyone thinks that youâre a snake, ever since we were younger, and I canât believe Iâm just now realizing that..theyâre probably right.â He swallowed hard furrowing his eyebrows, âyou used to be my best friend Loki, Iâd defend you from peopleâs accusations when you werenât around and..I wasted my time because you are everything people say you are and worst.â She saw the look in his eye, she hurt him-good now he understood how it felt.Â
Loki glanced away-looking down at the girl again. âIs that all?â He asked, trying desperately to remain collected. y/n scoffed. âYou may think you know me but I know you much more, donât forget, Iâve been inside your head. People may think Iâm a bad person but I can live with that, you on the other hand canât stand the fact that someone might not like you, so much so that youâll break down about it. Youâre a weak fighter, youâre not as clever or as witty as you seem to think, and frankly I donât understand the fascination Thor seems to have with you, youâre nothing special.â Â
y/n pulled her foot from the doorway. What happened to us? She was about to cry and she did not want him seeing that. âIs that all?â She asked, reciting his previous question.
âYes.â He spat coldly.Â
âGood.â She turned to walk away as Loki stayed in his place trying to keep the impression that he didnât care.
Late at night y/n tossed and turned in her bed, trying to fall asleep after waking up from a particularly realistic dream-she had thought that by laying still sheâd trick her body into falling asleep but that didnât happen. She knew that she had been able to power through the last few days with almost no sleep-but sheâd certainly crash if she didnât get any sleep soon. The thought of making a visit to Loki for help came to her mind, but she really didnât want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she wanted/needed his help. Screw it. She thought after another couple of hours, her clock read 2:35 as she swung her legs over her bed and slipped on her slippers and robe.Â
The halls were dark and empty except for the occasional guards, which she was careful to avoid (she didnât want to raise any suspicion). Thank God her room was only a three minute walk from Lokiâs. It was once she was already in front of Lokiâs door that she started getting second thoughts, but she was there already and the worst that could happen was getting the door slammed in her face or no answer. She raised her cold knuckle, letting it hover over the doorâs fine wood before knocking. âItâs y/n..â She announced barely above a whisper, âtrust me I really donât want to ask for your help but I see no other option an-â
The door opened a small crack. âyou do realize what time it is, right?â Lokiâs annoyed voice asked-he didnât sound like he had just woken up, maybe he was having trouble sleeping also.
âI know.â At her response Loki opened the door wider, revealing himself in a pair of emerald colored pajamas. âLook I know-â at the sound of approaching footsteps (guards) Loki stepped aside, giving her a cue to get in. She did, turning to face him one he closed the door again-his back facing the door he put his hands on his hips.
âWhat do you want?â
âI canât sleep.â She said sheepishly, âI just-Iâm getting the same nightmares again and I thought that maybe just this once you could, you know..â She put hands up, wiggling her fingers to imitate magic.
Loki rolled his eyes, âfirst off thatâs not at all how magic looks, second why should I help you?â
âJust this once!â y/n practically begged, âplease. Iâve have not been sleeping at all I just need one hour. I wonât make you sleep on my couch like I did when we were younger, you can just...alter my thoughts or something and Iâll leave and-âÂ
âFine.â Loki agreed, grumpily. He walked back over to his bed, getting in between the covers on the left side. âWell?â He asked when she stared blankly at him. He rolled his eyes again, âObviously if you go back to your room I wonât be able to sense when I have to alter your thoughts and youâll just come back to make a racket when you have another nightmare.â y/n nodded slowly, making her way to the right side of the bed. âBesides itâs a big bed, just stay on that side-away from me.â She laid down, hesitant at first as she tightened her robe around herself. Loki leaned over, placing a finger and thumb over her temples to enter her mind.Â
When she woke up she was in the same exact position that she was in when she went to bed and Loki was standing directly above her looking annoyed once again. It was still dark outside as he looked down at her from where he stood. âItâs about time, Iâve been trying to wake you up for the last two minutes.â
âWhat time is it?â
â6:05..the castles about to start waking up, you should leave before more people get uo to avoid being seen.â y/n nodded in agreement.Â
âOkâ she walked to his door, turning to watch as he laid back down in his bed. âAnd Loki..â
âWhat?â He sighed.
âThank you.â She said softly, leaving the room right after. Loki was left surprised.
âLook I know I said just once-â y/n whispered that night outside of Lokiâs door, it was past 2 a.m. again, but surprisingly Loki let her in again.
âThe faster you stop pestering me, the better.â Loki told her harshly. He had woken her up at 6 a.m. again like he had done the the last time. The time after that Loki woke her up at 7 and the time after that she had woken up past 8 to see Loki sitting in a chair some feet from her sharpening his knives-when she had asked him why he hadnât woken her up he had simply reminded that he could just teleport her back to her room, that way nobody would know she had spent the night there.
Flash forward a month later, y/n tiptoed to Lokiâs room in her nightgown again, the nights were getting hotter which had led to her to leave her robe behind. When she had reached Lokiâs room she didnât need to knock, since he now left it unlocked for her.Â
Once she laid down on the right side of the bed (more towards the middle now rather than all the way on the edge) Loki laid down about a foot from her. They didnât go to bed right then however, since they had formed a habit of talking before falling asleep. âHave you been sleeping better?â Loki asked the girl beside him.
âyes.âÂ
âGood...â
y/n rolled onto her side to face Loki, âThank you again.â He nodded. âYou know for someone who hates me, youâre actually quite kind to me.â The corner of Lokiâs mouth folded up slightly,
âI donât hate you...â He rolled over onto his side to face her, âbut what I do hate-â he then had explained the entire plot of a book just to express his hatred for one detail in it.Â
y/n woke up in the middle of the night with a start, her nightmares had came back. As it turned out Loki wasnât in the room but when he got back with a glass of water he noticed she was off right away. âIâm sorry.â He quickly apologized, sitting beside her, âI was just-I didnât think-â  Â
âI know, itâs fine.â y/n told him, but his hand was still on her shoulder and his blue eyes still held worry in them. âIâm just-Iâm going back to bed...â Loki nodded, watching as she laid down again.Â
âAre you sure youâre alright?â She nodded.
As she began drifting off she felt Loki take her hand in his. Later on in the night y/n woke up randomly, but she wasnât facing Loki anymore-instead she was facing his dim window, she felt warm but not from the covers and to her surprise she realized that the princeâs arm was around her waist, keeping her close. Their legs were tangled mess at the bottom of the bed and she could hear his slow breathing as he slept peacefully. She looked around slowly, trying to figure out a way to move away to avoid the embarrassment when he wakes up-but just as she began to shift around she heard him speak up. âWhat time is it?â up.Â
âSorry...â She apologized growing red, âI donât know how-â Â
âItâs fine.â She heard Loki whisper.Â
âIt is?â
âThis is quite comfortable.â He whispered again, then he moved slightly closer-resting his head on her shoulder and he fell asleep again-she assumed that he was half awake and didnât fully process what had happened. She decided it didnât matter and fell asleep again, after all he wasnât wrong-it was comfortable. Â
There was a loud noise that woke y/n right up, making her jump. Now she realized that she was facing Loki again, her arms were wrapped around his neck like in a hug, his head was nuzzled in the crook of her neck-their legs still a tangled mess. Bang! Bang! There it was again, she lifted her head, looking towards the door as it came again-bang! Bang!Â
âLokiâ She whispered, gently shaking his sleeping form. He ignored it, pulling her closer in response instead. âLoki, someoneâs at the door.â She whispered, trying not to laugh. He sighed looking up towards his door.
âJust ignore it, theyâll go away itâs probably a servant or-â
âLoki!â Thorâs voice came from the other side of the door, âLoki, I know youâre in there! Open the door.â Loki rolled his eyes, standing up to make his way towards the door.Â
He opened the door a few inches, âwhat do you want?â He hissed.
âI-â Thor paused, âare wearing your nightwear?â
âWhy is that of any importance-what do you want?â
âer, Loki is there someone in there with you?â Thor asked.Â
y/n held her breath, afraid that somehow Thor would hear her from the doorway. âI-no!â Loki snapped, âWhat are you talking about?â
âAlright, alright I apologize. Iâm here to ask if you have seen y/n? Iâve been searching for her, sheâs normally turned up somewhere at this time itâs past 10.âÂ
âNo I donât know where she is, I havenât seen her. Check the garden, sheâs most likely wandering around there.â He shut the door, turning back to y/n.Â
âPast 10?â y/n asked, covering her mouth, âI shouldâve been awake two hours ago.â Loki shrugged. âCan you teleport me back to my room, I should go to the gardens since Thorâs looking for me.â Loki looked at the ground with an unfamiliar look in his eyes before nodding. âThank you.â
The girl had spent more time with Thor training than she had expected that day, leading her to take an extra long shower at night to get clean. She hadnât realized until she looked at her clock that it was past 10-normally sheâd already be at Lokiâs room by now. Quickly she dried her hair and changed into her nightwear.Â
She was about to leave and opened her door and unexpectedly Loki was there with his hand raised looking like he was about to knock. They stared at each other for a moment before she spoke up, âLoki? What are you doing here?âÂ
He glanced to the side, not wanting to meet here eyes as she awaited his response, âI thought..â he said glancing at the ground before back to her, regaining his composure âthat you-â
âWerenât coming?â She finished for him, he nodded.
âSo I came to see if you were ok, Iâll leave.â
âWait, no.â She told him, grabbing his wrist and taking him by surprise, âI was just coming it was just taking me longer, but you can sleep here if you want since youâre already here...?â He nodded in agreement, stepping into her room.
He settled himself into the bed, opening his arms for her to crawl into which she quickly did. The two laid there for a moment, listening to the quietness as Loki slowly brushed through her hair with his fingers.   Â
âremember the other day when I said that you were terrible?â y/n suddenly asked, getting Lokiâs attention. He stopped running his fingers through her hair.Â
âYes, why do you ask?â He responded cautiously.Â
âI was just mad at you. Iâm sorry.â
He took a moment to think to himself, âI didnât mean what I said either."
âCan I ask you something?â y/n asked after a while later.
âWhat?â
âWhy did you push me away?â She asked, shifting herself to meet his eyes.
Loki sighed-only it wasnât from being aggravated this time. He backed up a few inches from y/n-staring straight up at the ceiling. âItâs because..â
âBecause what?â
âI had noticed that you and Thor were becoming closer and decided to..abandon you before you did me. I thought itâd hurt less that way.â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âWell, everyone always seems to choose Thor over me, I just assumed you would, in time, do the same.â He confessed, still not meeting her gaze.Â
âLoki...â she set her hand on his shoulder waiting for him to look at her. âI would never abandon you for Thor, sure Thor is my friend but so is Fandral, so is Volstagg, so is Sif and Iâm not abandoning anyone for them.â
He nodded.
âAnd tonight..â y/n spoke up again, âwhen you thought I wasnât coming-â
âI assumed you wouldnât need me anymore, especially after you had spent so much time with Thor.â
âLoki!â
âWhat?â
âDonât be like that!â y/n told him, sitting up, âI do need you! Iâll always need you, I need you donâ t doubt that, and not just because of stupid nightmares, because I care for you and I love you, ok?â
Loki smiled to himself, âyou love me?â
âYes you stupid-â she stopped talking because Loki had leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss, taking no time to hesitate she leaned into him further deepening the kiss. After about a minute they pulled apart-resting their foreheads together.Â
âI love you too.â
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Mr. Perfectly Fine
Rating: Teen
Pairing:Â Javier PeĂąa x Reader
Word count: 5.2k
Summary:Â Two weeks after breaking up with you, you're picking up the pieces of your heart that had been broken by your now ex-boyfriend Javier PeĂąa. You want answers, a clear reason as to why things fell apart. The only problem is that Javier refuses to even acknowledge your existence
Warnings: A little bit of period-typical sexism, but not much, Javier being an asshole, mentions of prostitution, some low level typical Narcos themes
Authors Note: So this idea has been swimming around in my head ever since the song was released last week. I already had a Bad Breakup fic for Javi planned but Iâve decided to extend it into three parts! Also reader speaks in English bc I do not understand a word of Spanish other than that one line in Ultraviolence. None of this is beta read, so thereâs bound to be a few mistakes - if I get anything really wrong then let me know.Â
Part 2 | MASTERLIST
The tension in the room was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. From the moment someone walked in they could feel it, the stifling air of awkwardness surrounding every single person in the room as they pretended to carry on with their work, averting their eyes to the spectacle presented in front of them, a war of agitation rife between two agents sitting across the room from each other as well as the unfortunate Steve Murphy who just happened to sit between you two. From your end it was simple silent fury, directed right across the room to where your partner, or rather, ex-partner, Javier PeĂąa was seated at his own desk, casually leafing through mountains of paperwork and suspect photos as if you werenât practically shooting daggers at him from across the way.Â
He wasnât doing anything, and that was exactly the problem - you wanted him to do something, say something, anything, if only it would show that he even gave a damn about the situation at all. But he never did. Every morning when he walked into work carrying a black coffee in his hands, his top shirt buttons hanging loose as they always seemed to be and his hair mustled as if he hadnât been sleeping properly, he said nothing. He walked past you as if you werenât even there, ignoring your stares and crashing down at his desk, ready to continue the endless chase for Pablo Escobar. And it infuriated you. Oh lord, how it made you burn. With every refusal of acknowledgement he gave, you became even more tempted to march right over to him and strike him across his stupid handsome face. You never did, of course, and you never would. Physical confrontation just wasnât your style. Nevertheless, the mere thought of such did bring you a small bit of joy to your broken little soul.Â
Things had been going like this for two weeks now. You hadnât expected much on the first morning back in the office after what had happened between you. A part of you wanted him to come grovelling to you, insisting that heâd made a mistake and begging for you to take him back. That in itself was nothing more than a fantasy: Javier PeĂąa was too proud to grovel. If anything, his behaviour shouldnât have surprised you in the slightest. He was the one who broke up with you over a 27 second phone call, after all.Â
Despite taking that into consideration, you thought by now you would have heard something from him. Heâd have to talk to you eventually since you two were working the same case. Apparently no, because it appeared that he went out of his way to deliver every piece of correspondence meant for you through to Murphy, letting him act as a sort of unwilling middle man between the two of you. You knew that Steve already felt awkward enough having to be in the same room with the two of you whilst this was all going on, so your sympathy for him deepened when he was thrust into the even more awkward position of messenger. Sometimes you swore he made up fake meetings with Messina to attend to or new leads to investigate just so he could get away from the suffocating air of hate around you and Javi. And really, who could blame him?
You felt your nose twitch in annoyance as you trained your eyes forward to him, periodically looking down at various files of intel to keep up the facade that you were indeed working, though you eyes were across the room for most of the time, searching for any sign of emotion on his face. Nothing, zilch, not a single trace, his expression only showcasing general indifference, as if nothing were wrong at all. You gripped your hand tightly around the edge of your pen, thinking of everything you wished you could say to him. Howâs your heart after breaking mine, Javi? For your information, ever since you pulled that bullshit on the phone, Iâve been miserable as all fucking hell. Before all that happened, I wanted to try. I was even ready to try to forgive you after that stupid fight, but you just had to make that call. You know what? Iâd actually hate you less if you just acted like you cared a little that we broke up. But noooo, youâre just Mr. Perfectly Fine, what with your ignoring me and your casual cruelty, your always showing up at just the right time, and your insincerity, and the way you think everything fucking revolves around you. Well, Iâll tell you something Javi - Iâm done! Absolutely done with you and your shit. Jump off a cliff for all I care!
âIâll be back later on, gonna go follow up on a few leadsâ your thoughts were cut off by Javierâs abrupt announcement, your eyes gracing themselves upwards to watch him hastily scoop his jacket off the back of his chair and skulk his way out of the office. Every bitter word you wanted to say to him burned on your tongue, though you only managed to settle on a simple yet seething glare while his eyes glazed over you, rushing himself out of the room as quickly as humanly possible. You noticed Murphy look over his shoulder like he was about to say something but it was too late - Javi was already long gone.Â
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Letting out a low groan of frustration, you slammed the door to your car shut and threw your head back against the seats headrest, the stress of the job and the emotional weight of the day combining to make you even more tired than you would usually be at the end of a long day. Javier hadnât been back to the office since he left, leaving both you and Murphy to pick up all the work heâd left in his absence. If that wasnât infuriating enough, the thought of him running around all of BogotĂĄ just to avoid seeing you brought your anger to new unreachable heights. It was annoying - him not being around should have left your mind to be free to do some actual goddamn work but instead, just as before, every single moment he occupied your mind, living there permanently as if it were his right. How much more infuriating could that man get?
Thankfully, the drive home wasnât any more of a nuisance than usual, since the apartment complex you shared with the others wasnât that far from the embassy, so that was a small positive at the very least. Once youâd pulled up to the lot you were feeling a lot more level-headed than you did before, and were mainly looking forward to kicking back in pajamas and watching whatever was on TV with the leftover pizza from the night before. It wouldnât do much to take your mind off everything with Javi, though, you knew that much. Still, a small bit of bliss was still bliss.Â
Your apartment was down the hall from Javierâs, which had made it easier for you two when you were together but now felt like another sore reminder of what had been. Sighing heavily to yourself, you kicked the door to your car shut and stuffed the keys into the pocket of your jeans. A minor annoyance, sure, nothing you couldnât handle though. You wondered if he would even be back right now. He had to be, right? An idea started to creep into your head at that thought, taking root and festering until you had practically talked yourself into doing it already, descending up the stairs with a sense of purpose behind you. Maybe if you showed up on his doorstep you could force him to confront you, make him look you in the eye. Any sort of acknowledgement to what you two had would be nice at this point, and if you had to take action yourself to get him to do it, then so be it.Â
The closer you got to his door the more you felt you should turn back, a feeling of uneasiness beginning to form somewhere deep in your chest. This might be a bad idea. What if you two got into a fight again? As much as you wanted nothing more than to hurl some carefully crafted insults at Javi and his stupid gorgeous face, you werenât exactly up for a full on battle that could result from it. Would it be better to simply go home and ignore your problems a little more?
Once you were only inches from the door was when you started to hear it. At first it sounded muffled, on account of the fact that there was a physical barrier between you and them, and you werenât quite sure exactly what you heard at first but when you pressed yourself closer to the door you could hear it all clear as day - a woman moaning loudly on the other side, whimpering out Javiâs name and betraying exactly what was going on within the walls of the apartment. You felt your breath hitch in your chest, the world feeling like it was collapsing around you from the very second you realised why he had left early for the day. Unable to stop yourself, you tore yourself away from the apartment door and ran down the hall to your own place, tears falling at a rapid pace that refused to stop. You didnât know if the woman in there was an informant, or a prostitute, or some random chick heâd picked up in a bar after ditching work for the day. In the end none of it mattered though. All that mattered is that it wasnât you in there with him, like it used to be, like it should be, and that fact made you hurt all the more fiercely.
Fumbling with the keys to your apartment, you choked on a low sob working your way through the waterfall of tears in your eyes to try and wrestle the key into the lock. Through your haste, you accidentally let them fall loose from your palms and onto the ground, prompting a loud âfuck!â to ring out from your throat, loud enough for everyone in the neighboring apartments to hear. Not like you really cared about that, to be honest. With your hands shaking, you finally managed to throw the door to your apartment open, slamming it back closed with a thud and leaning back against it with your head in your hands, slowly descending to the ground to finally give in to the wave of sorrow threatening to claim you.Â
Youâd known his reputation before you started seeing each other, that he slept with all his informants and chased every woman who crossed his path in Colombia. Actually, it had made you hesitant to get involved with him in the first place but once you two had bitten the bullet and finally admitted your damn feelings for each other, Javier had ceased with his wild ways, becoming solely dedicated to you and you alone. And sure, you two werenât together anymore, there wasnât anything stopping him from being with other women. It felt like a deeper twist of the knife though, what youâd heard from behind that door, and it practically confirmed the sickening feeling that had been building in you since the first day back in the office after your breakup, when Javi refused to even look you in the eye and acted as if youâd vanished off the face of the planet. He doesnât care about me anymore.Â
Moving on had been that much easier for him. While it took everything in you to get up each day, he was doing absolutely ok. More than ok, if the sounds coming from his apartment were anything to go by. He was even already settling back into his old reputation. You shouldâve known it was too good to be true - the manwhore of the DEA, Javier PeĂąa actually wanting to settle down with one woman, actually caring about a girl beyond what she could be in bed. You remembered the raised eyebrows when you two had first gotten together: for most, it just seemed so out of nowhere. Youâd ignored them all, remembering all the times youâd be tangled up with Javi on the couch, his head nestled into your neck while your heart raced a mile a minute, hearing every sweet nothing and praise heâd whisper to you. Stupid girl, you shouldâve known.Â
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After such a huge revelation, you thought things mightâve changed. In what way they would, you didnât really know. Maybe the change would be sudden, such as you finally working up enough of a resolve to actually go confront Javier on his shit. Or maybe youâd take a leaf out of his book and start trying to seem like nothing was wrong at all, maybe go out on a few dates with some other guys. One of the Search Bloc guys had been eyeing you up every time he came over with Carillo to talk strategy, maybe you could go out with him. Though you knew it wouldnât help - unlike Javier, who was actually more than happy with where you two had left things, you werenât, and acting like it was just to throw it in his face wasnât really going to work if he didnât care enough to look over at you in the first place. And even then, the idea of falling into bed with some random man that you didnât care for all that much in the name of moving on didnât seem right to you.Â
Nevertheless, you expected some form of change to happen the morning after when you came into work to see Javier sitting at his desk, on the phone to someone you couldnât care less about. But nope. Nothing had changed. You sat down and stared across the room at him, just like youâd done every day for the past two weeks, and he ignored your stare to continue with writing something down on his notepad, just like usual.Â
Maybe the change would be gradual, you thought, staring back over at the man in the midst of your ire with one of your coldest glares. And sure enough, around midday Steve had come up to you asking to retrieve something from the evidence room for him. Apparently he needed to look over something but was too busy with his own work to go fetch it - you knew on some level that his excuse was bullshit as it had been a pretty slow day for all of you but sure, whatever, if it got you out of that room and away from Javi for at least a few blissful moments that was fine by you.Â
Reaching out for the door to the evidence room, you pushed it open and admitted yourself into the crowded space, twisting around to slam the door shut firmly behind you. Before you were rows of shelves containing every bit of evidence the DEA had accumulated against Escobar - there wasnât as much as there probably should have been due to the fire that had broken out at the Palace of Justice years before yet the amount contained in that small room was still impressive in size. Moving between the shelves, you scanned the rows of boxes looking for the one Steve had asked for in particular, taking your time with it as there was a small sense of serenity to being in that room. For once it felt like you could breathe. You didnât have to sit at a desk across from your ex, you didnât have to go home to your apartment that was literally across the hall from his, you could be alone and not feel suffocated by his ever-present shadow over your life. Though, in some way you supposed, your own memories could still prove just as suffocating as Javierâs own godforsaken presence.
As if by thinking of him youâd magically summoned him, the man himself strode through the door to the evidence room, appearing to be in quite a hurry however once he noticed you were there he stopped, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before returning to their usual stoic glare. You could barely contain your own disappointment at his sudden appearance, letting your face twist into a low scowl as you watched him walk down the aisle you were standing in, his eyes dashing from row to row searching for any place to look so they could avoid landing on you. Anger bubbled within you, a thousand different sarcastic or otherwise snarky remarks coming to mind that you could throw out at him, every one of them becoming increasingly more scathing the more you thought about it. Letting out a small sigh, you forced yourself to push all those delightful insults to the back of your mind, not wanting to become caught up in any more personal drama than you had to. Get the box and go. Itâs that simple. There doesnât need to be anymore to this.Â
A minute later your eyes landed on the fabled box youâd been searching for, shoved into a corner and so out of the way you almost missed it completely. You thought of asking Steve what was in the box that he needed so bad when out of nowhere you heard a familiar voice speak up from behind you.
âListen, I...about what happened on the phone a few weeks ago-â.Â
So, it seems Mr. Perfectly Fine has finally decided to break his silence. In an instant you twisted yourself around to face him, quickly taking in his serious expression and stiff stature before your eyes met for the first time in two weeks.âOh, so youâve finally decided to speak to me now? Thatâs a first. I thought you were steadfast gonna ignore me for the rest of my lifeâ you spat, not allowing him any form of politeness or decorum in your reply. Why should you? Heâd ignored you for weeks. He deserved this.Â
You watched as Javier tensed at your words, clearly not expecting the bite back that you had given to him. There was some part of his expression that almost looked sheepish in a way, as if he wasnât quite sure if he really wanted this conversation to happen at all. âI wasnât ignoring you, I was just-â he started with you rolling your eyes and cutting in almost immediately. âSave it for someone who actually gives a shit. Shouldnât be hard since you donât seem to care all too much yourselfâ you snarled, an action which only made him even more tense.Â
âI do care, and I kind of always have fucking cared so if you could calm down a little and stop getting yourself worked up we can actually talk about what happened. Can you do that for me at the bare minimum?â he retorted, a harsh edge appearing in his tone that indicated he was already becoming frustrated with your attitude. You knew Javiâs emotions like the back of your hand - he wasnât a patient man, and he had no time for snark or sarcasm, though only if it was directed at him. When it came to himself, he was more than happy to indulge in a small bit of pettiness. You didnât much care at that moment though: as far as you were concerned, he lost the right to a civilised discussion when he broke up with you over the phone and then pretended you were invisible for weeks. Itâs not like things can get any worse than they are now, right?
âOh, sure, sure, we can totally talk. How about I start then?â you fired back, every word simmering with venom and dripping raw with sarcastic edge. Crossing your arms, you leaned back against the shelf to take him in, from the creases in his tie to his tired eyes staring straight into you. Wait, tired? You didnât realise it until then but he had been looking pretty tired lately, almost like he hadnât been getting enough sleep. Then again, his sleep schedule had never been quite stellar, so that wasnât totally out of the ordinary. And he was probably up all night with that woman I heard him with, you reminded yourself bitterly. âLook at you, so dignified in your well pressed suit, so smug and self-involved, so far above me in every way, so far above that you wonât even look me in the eye or acknowledge my presence. Tell me, Javier, has it really been that easy to forget about me?â you taunted. âThough I supposed when youâre seducing every whore in Colombia into your bed it would be easy, wouldnât it?â.Â
Javier was caught off guard by your remark, not anticipating that you would go so far as to accuse him of returning to his old ways. âFirst of all, she was an informant, and I had to leave yesterday to go meet up with her. Things ran into overtime and thatâs the reason I wasnât back. I thought you of all people understood that gathering intel is a vital part to the fight against Escobar?â he replied, that last line at the end being delivered with only a little more underlying snip than the rest yet it was more than enough for you to feel around thirty percent more pissed at him.Â
You scoffed at his lies, your lip curling into a snarl at his attempt at patronising you. âDonât patronise me. Iâm well aware of the ins and outs of this job, in case youâve forgotten Iâve been working with the DEA for eight years now, which is why Iâm calling bullshit on your pathetic excuse for a lie. You do realise we live in the same building right? I know you were doing more than having a friendly discussion with her in there, in fact, I quite literally heard you two through the goddamn walls on my way back home. And before you try to spin some shit about how it was necessary for the case, you and I both know that fucking the informant isnât a standard part of procedure. You donât see Murphy bedding any of his sources of intel, do you?â.Â
âMurphyâs married, princesaâ he deadpanned, throwing in that little nickname he had for you that two weeks ago would have made your heart flutter but at this time and in the context he used it only soured your mood further. âThatâs besides the point. Youâve been acting like I never even mattered to you at all, and itâs honestly making me wonder if I ever did? Especially since I apparently didnât deserve the dignity of a proper breakup and got a 27 second phone call instead. Tell me, when did you change your mind? I thought I was supposed to be the one you were waiting for all your life. Guess that was pretty easy to change, wasnât it?â you snapped.
âHermosa, can you just fucking listen for one minute?! God, youâre impossible sometimesâ Javier shouted, that infamous temper of his rising towards the surface at a rapid rate. It was only a matter of time before he spat something out that he would no doubt regret. In your own haze of anger though, that fact didnât register with you at all - you only saw red. If you had to scream back at him to finally pull some answers out of the man, then so fucking be it.
âNo, how about you listen for once! I know we had that big fight but we could have just talked. The next day when you called me up I was ready to forgive you for being a complete ass. And what did I get instead? âIâm sorry, I think we should stop seeing each otherâ and a dead dial tone after that. I can tell the only reason youâre apologising today is just so you donât have to feel like the bad guy in all of this. So whatâs the truth? Why were you so ready to throw away a whole relationship over one night of terse words?â you screamed, not caring that you two were at work and anyone could pass by outside and hear you two argue. With the way you both were shouting, you wouldnât be surprised if the entire building could hear your screaming match with Javier. None of that mattered to you though. The only thing that mattered was the truth.Â
You werenât the only one refusing to hold back in any of this: any lingering spark of politeness had vanished in Javi, his eyes turning dark with searing anger you had only seen in him a couple of times before. âYou want to know why? You want to fucking know why? Itâs because youâre a fucking pain to deal with. You may be a fantastic agent but god you can be so stupid sometimes. Youâre too reckless, you throw yourself into danger too willingly with no consideration for anyone else. Did you ever stop to think what would happen to the people who cared about you if you died? Do you even give a shit about the people trying to protect you?â he confessed, fury burning with every word that came out of his mouth, his admittance making you flinch. It was just like he said during your last fight, the one that led to him dumping you in the first place.Â
Everything he said from that night came rushing back to you, remembering how furious heâd been at you for what had happened during your last raid together. You could see that underneath it all he was concerned for your safety, a gesture that was usually sweet but frustrated you that night as you felt something more akin to a porcelain doll than a capable agent in his eyes. Just because Iâm your girlfriend, doesnât mean you can treat me like I need to be protected. I can handle myself just fine. That was what youâd said to him that night, which should have been the end of it but somehow as the argument went on things got more and more heated that by the time heâd stormed out of your apartment neither of you could remember what had started it all.Â
What took you by surprise was that apparently he was still stewing about this, for some reason not wanting to believe in your capabilities as an agent and that alone made you more pissed at him. âI donât need to be protected, Javier. Iâm a woman, a DEA agent for crying out loud, not a flower! Iâm more than capable of handling myself, I was literally trained for this! Nobody else here seems to have a problem with how I approach things so maybe the issue isnât my method of attack but the fact that youâre a paranoid asshole?â.Â
He raised a single eyebrow back at you, looking somewhat skeptical of your claim but more so angry that somehow you two had managed to circle back around to the very thing that had started this whole mess.âReally? Because our last raid you were throwing yourself into the fray as if it were a suicide mission. It was a miracle you only ended up with a minor sprain to the wrist. Those men, the sicarioâs, they donât fucking hold back, one wrong mistake means the difference between life and deathâ he snapped.âAnd you know what? After constantly stressing over your safety every minute I was done. If you wanna end up with a bullet between your eyes, be my guestâ.
The second those words slipped from his lips, he knew heâd fucked up. As the tears started to form in your eyes you could see him freeze up, his burning temper that had caused him to be so hateful before starting to slowly seep back, replaced with remorse and a hint of panic if you squinted. Although that didnât matter much right now - his venomous words were rattling around in your brain, acting as a metaphorical hammer that took the final swing towards your damaged heart. Apparently what you heard through the walls the night before hadnât been enough to break you completely, since there was still enough left of your heart for the rest of it to be shattered by his callous cruelty.Â
Forcefully swallowing down your cries, you wanted so badly to disappear from the room. You wanted to melt into the floor, to run away and go find one of Escobarâs men and gloat about all youâd done to try to stop him so you could feel the mercy of a fatal gunshot wound to the head. All the pain you had felt previously paled in comparison to the knife that cut you then, the tight feeling of your throat closing with every word you forced out. âSo you were lying. You donât care about me at all. You...you think Iâm stupid. And reckless. And...not able to handle being hereâŚâ.Â
âShit, princesa, thatâs not what I meant, I-â Javier started, desperately scrambling to fix the mess heâd caused, however, you werenât going to let him. Heâd made his bed, now he had to lie in it. Any hope he might have had of making things right was now thrown straight out the window. No more chances. Not anymore.Â
âI think thatâs exactly what you meant, Javi. Well, you got your wish I guess. Iâll get out of your life for goodâ your voice wobbled as you spoke, the next few minutes becoming a blur from when youâd pushed past him and ran out of the evidence room, hearing him call your name behind and not bothering to turn back to face him, running through the halls past different agents and members of the DEA, your hand shielding yourself in a pathetic attempt to save face. Somehow youâd managed to make it out to your car, throwing yourself into the driver's seat and jamming the keys into the ignition, your mind going in a million different directions. Your first thought was to go back home, though you knew that youâd have to hear Javi come back later, probably with yet another woman he picked up. You didnât exactly have any friends in Colombia - with your line of work there hadnât been exactly a lot of time to sit around and mingle with people, and truth be told you wanted to avoid people at all costs right then. Without any idea as to where you might be going, or what you were going to do, you pulled your car out of the parking lot and slammed on the gas to get you out of there, the world surrounding you not registering to you anymore and every sound becoming a rush against your ears that you paid no mind to.Â
One thing was for sure - you werenât going to give Javier a single drop more of you. Your time, your mind, your energy, your tears, nothing. Heâd already proved himself to be a lying sack of shit who didnât care about you, so as it stood, you wouldnât care about him either. Like the end of a tragic tale, everything had crashed and burned, and now that you thought about it more, maybe that was how things needed to be.Â
Goodbye, Mr Perfectly Fine. Iâve been Miss Misery for the last time.Â
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Exhaustion followed both occupants of the crumbling bothy like a shadow. It clung to them, slowing their movements, as if it was physically attached to their ankles like two weights. Booted feet were dragged across the polished, undulating stones underfoot, worn down after years of use, and finally came to stop in the centre of the main room.
Years of use didnât warrant years of upkeep apparently, Riza thought, as she did a sweep of the building. It was not in the best condition however it was still standing, and it was shelter from the storm outside. That was all Riza was currently concerned with.
There were only two rooms, plus a bathroom with a functioning sink and toilet â surprisingly enough. The pipes grunted and groaned, screaming in protest at being used, but it worked and was clean. A worn plaque above the sink indicated the water was drinkable as well, which was the best news sheâd heard all day. A small blessing in this wretched situation theyâd found themselves in.
To counteract that thought, at that exact moment, a howling gust of wind rattled the door thoroughly and whistled through the cracked class of the windows to its left and right. The Colonel whipped around to stare, partly in fright and partly because he was on edge. They both were. The sudden scream that sounded as the wind tried to force its way inside through the glass made Riza jump as well.
They shared a look and the Colonelâs lips pressed into a thin line.
âSo much for the famed northern hospitality,â he muttered. His words held a bite to them, however Riza was unsure whether it was directed at the situation itself or at anyone in particular.
It wasnât anyoneâs fault theyâd found themselves in this situation, however it was not ideal, nor was it pleasant. The first point on their âbad things that have happened todayâ list (at this point, they were up to around number six) was a snowstorm had rendered their transport from the station in North City to the town they were supposed to be visiting useless. The truck owner boasted it was an all-terrain, all-weather vehicle, that he was handpicked by the military for transport because of his âbeautyâsâ prowess. He quickly stopped bragging though and started muttering angrily at his prized possession, kicking the tyre in fury as it sat pitifully in a snowy ditch, unable to escape the confines of it. It was safe to say his âbeautyâ fell short of the mark for the two soldiers. No amount of pushing from the three of them would shift it. However, they had deadlines to meet, so were forced to say their goodbyes and go ahead on foot.
There was no way theyâd make it in time but at least they could honestly say they had tried when questioned.
It was by a stroke of luck theyâd stumbled upon a walkerâs bothy. Night was creeping in quickly, especially with the ongoing snowstorm. The world was turning greyer by the second and when Riza spotted it, she made a beeline straight for the shelter. The wind was too loud to talk over, but the Colonel saw her beckoning gesture and nodded, following behind her without question, already trusting her judgement and thought process.
The main room housed a single wooden bedframe with no mattress. There was another spot where another bed frame should be, but only half it remained. It had been broken in half. Whether that had been from an accident, an act of vandalism, or due to the passage of time, Riza wasnât sure. Not that it would be of any use to them split in half, but simple curiosity had the Colonel searching the rest of the small building for the other half. There was a large stone fireplace that was bereft of any wood, they noticed with dismay, however after venturing through to the second room on the left, there was a massive pile of it within. It was a supply for the winter months for anyone who needed it, so the piece of paper tacked to an old corkboard on the wall said. There were two chairs placed around the fire and some cast iron cooking utensils stacked in a neat pile upon the hearth, lifting their spirits slightly. They had rations from the truck driver that would not require their use, but the sight of them was still a positive.
âI think weâll be safe enough to sleep here tonight,â she announced, ignoring the Colonelâs petulant comment.
âLieutenant,â he called quietly to her, catching her attention. When she turned her head, he gestured to one of the chairs. âYou should rest.â He glanced down at her feet, and Riza knew exactly what he was thinking.
Sheâd stumbled and twisted her ankle while they walked. The pain had eased completely the more sheâd walked, so Riza assumed it would be fine. Now theyâd stopped, it was throbbing in time with her pulse. It appeared to be worse than sheâd thought.
Just what they needed.
She sighed and mentally added that as number seven to their list.
Sitting on one of the chairs, Riza sighed quietly in relief as it lessened the pressure on her injured joint. The Colonel followed suit and he too sounded extremely relieved to finally sit down.
âWhat a day,â he muttered, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
Riza hummed in agreement, causing him to reopen his eyes and glance tiredly over at her. She shifted in place, feeling a shiver travel down her spine.
Without a word, the Colonel stood and ventured into the other room. He came back with arms full of firewood and started the process of arranging them within the fireplace. After a single snap the fire roared to life, filling the room with a soft orange glow and warmth. A few minutes later the invading bite of the winter chill was beginning to alleviate and Riza could feel her muscles relaxing.
âDo you think there will be anything outside waiting for us?â
His question was so sudden as he stared into the fire that it took Riza a moment to process it.
âPardon?â
The Colonel blinked and tore his eyes away from the dancing flames. He repeated his question as he turned to look at her, expression serious.
âLike what?â
âWhat about bears?â He looked genuinely concerned.
Riza blinked at him. âProbably. I think so, yes.â She faintly recalled hearing stories about the size and might of the bears in the north but elected not to bring it up. She didnât think that would have been beneficial or productive in that moment, especially not after recognising a faint glint of fear that was discernible in the Colonelâs eyes.
âDo you think we should be concerned?â
Riza glanced over her shoulder at the door as it rattled on its hinges. âI donât think so. Weâll be safe in here.â
âHow can you be so sure?â
âDo you know any bears that can open doors?â Both her brows lifted as she regarded him.
âI know a bear could open that door,â he scoffed, jerking his head towards it. âItâs hardly a strong line of defence.â
That was true. One more gust of wind might snap it off one of the hinges. The top one rattled playfully to emphasise his point.
âI think weâll be okay, sir,â Riza replied smoothly, trying to keep her amusement out of her tone.
The Colonel scowled at her anyway. Apparently she hadnât been entirely successful.
Riza chuckled upon seeing his expression. âCity boy,â she muttered to herself, her tone light and playful.
âI would say it was a legitimate concern,â he replied haughtily.
âYou also thought there were bears in the woods outside my fatherâs house.â
âI think my point still stands.â
âBears do not exist in every wooded area and forest, Roy.â She rolled her eyes at him in amused exasperation, momentarily forgetting herself.
It was so easy talking to him like this. The two of them were alone together and stuck in a predicament that neither could have ever predicted or conjured up, yet here they were. It was surreal, but it was nice. Despite everything that had happened today she was still relatively happy. She was grateful to be with him. Ideally, sheâd have neither of them stranded in a snowstorm, however she was glad he was here. If there was anyone sheâd want to be stranded with, it would be him.
After sheâd realised her minor slip up, Riza paused and glanced over at him, noting his soft expression and smile. It was so genuine and happy that she didnât cringe or apologise. She didnât feel the need to.
âWe sound like we did when we were children,â he replied.
Riza felt her own nostalgic smile spread across her face. âWe do.â
âIâll take first watch,â he offered.
Riza opened her mouth to protest but heâd already shoved a threadbare blanket heâd found towards her. Riza didnât particularly want to use it â she had no way of knowing how clean it was â however the building was not heated in the slightest, aside from the fire. It was built for hikers who were well prepared with sleeping bags, which they were not. For survival, Riza had to accept any kind of warmth she could get.
âYou need to rest that ankle,â he added.
She nodded and took the blanket from him. Riza settled herself on the hard, wooden bedframe so she was facing into the room. It was warmer than facing the cold stone of the wall beside the bed.
âColonel?â
He glanced over at her expectantly.
âWatch out for those bears.â
* * * * * * * *
The wind had died down throughout the night at least. Roy had been partly joking when he brought up the bears that may be lurking outside for them, however now that heâd put the idea inside his own head, he couldnât help but take an extra glance every now and then out the window.
Just in case.
It was worth bringing it up to hear the Lieutenantâs laugh. To hear her accidentally call him by his first name. It had been so worth it.
To whittle away the time his mind tried its best to summon a plan of attack against any bear that did appear, going over how he would react and how he would fend one off, but Roy had come to only one conclusion after about half an hour of plotting. It was folly. There was absolutely no way heâd be able to take on a bear. His eyes narrowed at the rickety old door and took solace in the fact the doorway looked too small for a bear to fit through. They were safe from them so long as they stayed inside, and that was good enough for him.
Now the bear appearance dilemma, likely or not, had been put to bed, Royâs thoughts turned towards the Lieutenant. He glanced down at her ankle as she lay sound asleep, remembering how sheâd stumbled and fallen in a snowdrift. Insisting she was fine, theyâd pressed on. They didnât have much choice in the matter anyway, but he was still concerned. He had a strong inkling she was suffering for it as they travelled. A sprained ankle under normal conditions would ease with rest, but that was not a luxury theyâd been afforded as they traversed the snowy landscape to safety. Snowdrifts up to their knees were common and Roy had felt dead on his feet when they finally came to a stop inside this shelter.
That was one blessing of the day, at least. Heâd simply laughed at their luck, shaking his head, now they were safe beneath shelter, dry, and out of the storm.
But if heâd felt tired down to his bones, then he couldnât imagine how the Lieutenant must have felt upon their arrival.
Steadying his resolve, Roy determined there was no imminent danger. No bears coming through the night to get them. Now the storm had eased, looking through the shards of the window, Roy could see the gorgeous landscape splayed before him, illuminated by the moonlight, and enhanced by the heavy snow. It looked a lot more inviting than it had a few hours ago.
He wouldnât, but he was tempted to wake up the Lieutenant to show her how beautiful it looked.
Roy smiled to himself, the thought dredging up an old memory from their past. He faintly recalled doing something similar when heâd experienced his first winter at the Hawkeye house. Heâd ran to her room without a thought, excited and eager to show her how the dark forest outside had transformed into a silvery white and green wonderland.
It had been something heâd been desperate to share with her.
âColonel?â
A tired voice called to him, and Roy immediately lost his interest in the world outside. He turned, seeing the Lieutenant blink tiredly at him.
âLieutenant,â he greeted, an air of concern about him. He hadnât expected her to wake so soon, and if she did, he knew sheâd want to take over watch duties.
She shot him a small smile, placating his nerves somewhat. Pushing herself up into a seated position, the Lieutenant stretched her arms over her head.
âHowâs the ankle?â
She grimaced, but only slightly. âBetter now that Iâve taken my weight off it.â
That didnât answer his question entirely. âIs there any pain?â
She was silent as she looked down at her legs. âIt does throb every now and again. Thatâs what woke me up.â
Roy nodded, dismayed to hear she was in pain. If he could take it away, he would, but they didnât have painkillers in their first aid kits. The only thing that would help was a support, which the Lieutenant had already put on after gently easing her boot off. She didnât react to the angry red hue of her skin, but Roy felt his stomach tense. It hadnât looked good. The compression support had been slipped on slowly, but Roy saw the way her eye twitched twice and how her jaw clenched while obviously trying to conceal any kind of pain.
âWhy donât you try and get a few hours sleep,â the Lieutenant offered. âI think Iâll be up for a while now.â She swung her legs around and to the floor, visibly wincing when her sore ankle contacted the floor. Another appeared when she tried to stand, but Roy quickly scrambled towards her.
âPlease, stay seated,â he insisted. âYou shouldnât be walking on that ankle.â
The Lieutenant shot him a strained smile. âThat doesnât bode well for us for tomorrow,â she quipped.
Roy opened his mouth to reply, but she was right. Still, hewas right. She shouldnât be walking on that ankle.
âRegardless,â he admonished, placing his hands on her shoulders as a gentle restraint to keep her in place. âAll the more reason to remain seated and keep resting it then, right?â Triumph flashed through him, and he smirked when the Lieutenantâs lips pursed, because she knew he was right.
âYou canât sleep on the floor, though,â she warned.
His shoulders fell in defeat, glancing down at the bed. His mind rejoiced with the idea that sprung into it, however it was so far out the realm of what was appropriate that it was completely out of the question.
Roy retracted his hands as the Lieutenant placed both hands by her sides and effortlessly slid herself backwards, so her back came to rest upon the stone wall behind her. She made herself comfortable and looked at him expectantly, patting the space beside her to indicate he should join her and sit.
Even if it wasnât appropriate to share a bed with his Lieutenant, Roy only needed to take one look around them both and remember where they were. This day was already bizarre enough. What was one more occurrence to add to that list?
He wouldnât particularly class it as sharing a bed with her either. They would both be sitting upright, looking out at the room, with considerable distance in place between them.
âWe can take turns with the blanket,â she smirked as she handed it over.
Roy snorted lightly and gratefully received her offering. The room was warm enough with the fire but the stone behind his back still stubbornly clung to the icy temperatures from outside, refusing to accept the warmth theyâd provided the room. Wrapping it around his shoulders, Roy settled back in place and made himself comfortable.
He woke with a start a few hours later. His head jerked upright and swung left and right, unseeing as he still tried to shake the vision from his dreams.
âColonel? Colonel!â
He paused for a second, recognising the voice. It was from someone he thought heâd lost in his dream.
âRoy,â the Lieutenant called to him.
It was enough to surprise him, that it brought him back to the present. Glancing to his right, he saw his Lieutenant still seated next to him, eyes wide and concerned.
âAre you okay?â Her eyes were searching his, moving back and forth frantically as she scanned his face with worry.
âYes,â he breathed, trying to get a hold of his racing heart to slow it down. He was all right. She was all right. They were safe. He gulped down air, trying to get enough into his lungs and take away the fear that had both restricted them and wrapped tightly around his heart. âJust⌠A bad dream.â
The Lieutenant nodded in understanding and patted his forearm. That was when Roy realised she didnât remove it, and that it had been there the entire time.
âDo you want to talk about it?â
Roy shook his head. âItâs okay,â he breathed. âThank you, though,â he quickly added. âIt was just⌠the usual,â he offered. The usual nowadays was him losing someone dear to him. The Promised Day had not been kind on his mind. To this day he still suffered, and he didnât particularly want to relive it after it was so fresh. His reply was code enough that the Lieutenant knew exactly what he was referring to. Theyâd already been open about what their âusualâ nightmares consisted of nowadays.
As suspected, realisation dawned upon her features, and she nodded in sympathy.
âI⌠I need some time before I can sleep again,â he admitted. There was no shame in his voice though, not with her. Never with her. They were both very well acquainted with the reasons the other struggled to sleep. âYou should try for a while.â
âOkay,â she acquiesced. She gave his forearm a squeeze and again, she didnât remove it. âWake me if you need anything, all right?â She waited for him to verbally agree with her. Only once he did, did the Lieutenantâs eyes close.
Watching her do so caused Royâs brow to furrow slightly in confusion.
She must have moved closer to him as he slept, because where there had been about two feet of distance between them before, there was now mere centimetres. Just enough distance for the Lieutenantâs head to loll and fall against his shoulder comfortably as she slept.
Heâd been startled awake, so Roy hadnât realised heâd initiated it. In sleep, his head had bowed and rolled to the side, seeking out her presence. After shifting closer, the Lieutenant had eased him from his uncomfortable position and lifted his head to lie upon her shoulder.
Now recovered from the turmoil of his dream, Roy smiled down at her and relished in the comfort her presence brought him. The weight of her head against him eased his mind and slowed his racing pulse. He could breathe easier with her lying against him. A peace washed over his body, relaxing his taught muscles, and soothing his very soul.
Despite their predicament, he was glad she was here with him.
The grip she had on his forearm loosened, so Roy snaked his hand over to it, hooking their fingers together and holding on tightly. The Lieutenant stirred next to him, disturbed from sleep.
âSorry,â he whispered, âitâs okay. Itâs just me.â He gave her hand a quick squeeze.
There was a brief pause with no reply, then the Lieutenantâs grip on him tightened and remained.
âOkay,â she exhaled peacefully. She moved next to him, shuffling closer, which Roy was more than happy to indulge in.
As she was lulled back to sleep, her grip on his hand slackened but Roy never let her go. He anchored himself to her.
Theyâd get through this and get home. Not that sheâd allow it of course, but Roy would carry her through the snow with that ankle if need be to ensure their safety. It had been the day from hell professionally, however ending it with the two of them curled together on that uncomfortable bed, gripping onto one another, was not bad in the slightest. Roy thought that was the closest to heaven he was ever going to get.
* * * * * * * *
Their luck must have finally been turning for the better, as that morning a group of hikers entered the bothy loudly, laughing and joking with one another, while Roy helped the Lieutenant strap up her ankle. They were offered food and directions to the nearest town, which was only two miles away. The group set off with them, insistent on offering their help and support, and even assisted the Lieutenant with some painkillers as well.
After the day of travel theyâd had before, it brightened up both soldierâs moods somewhat as they set off again through the snowy northern landscape with their new company.
Thankfully, they didnât come across any bears.
They made it to the town in one peace and called North City Headquarters for assistance. And also requested back up for that assistance.
Just in case.
#royai#royai fic#royai fanfic#royai oneshot#emma writes#oh hey the manifesting worked lol#no plot just viiiiiibes baybeeeee#this was more taxing that it should have been asdfsg but it felt good to write again đ#ask#roseofbattles#fic request#miles adrift inches away#there was only one bed
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