#waving to anyone still awake rn

[tazmiilly]

not canon.... but they needed to regroup and comfort each other so bad

[byizoyas]

omfg request time because i cannot stop thinking about how this would go

but could you please write an alhaitham fic with the prompt "who did this to you?" with the whole showing up at his doorstep late in the night thing? no pressure and doesn't have to be long at all!!

~ nessa ♡

genshin impact ; requests

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much :)

✘ sfw. modern au. coming to his apartment late at night, crying. bonus ‘who did this to you’ trope for nessa ✘ alhaitham x gn!reader

incessant sobbing and a sad song was all one could hear from your room at this moment.

you were not usually that dramatic but you didn’t remember someone hurting your feelings so hard before and since it came from your family, you had a hard time calming yourself.

words are meaningless they said; but if they saw you now, would they say the same ? your eyes were all red and swollen from the tears and your body wouldn’t stop shaking, putting you in an even more uncomfortable state.

you looked around yourself. you were alone. but loneliness was most likely the very last thing you needed now. you craved an embrace, not just by anyone; by a friend.

you scrolled down your contacts to find the person that would perhaps be awake as it was pretty late at night.

‘kaveh’ you said to yourself, typing as fast as you could as if your phone would disappear from your hands from a minute to another.

r you home ? need someone rn :(

your text was delivered and as you kept staring at the screen, waiting to see it changed to a read status, your leg started shaking by itself.

the music had stopped by now, and as your tears kept on falling down by themselves, you at least stopped being so loud. you didn’t know if it felt better to cry your heart out, almost screaming on the pillow or not but at least you could breathe in and out more easily now.

you only had to wait a few more minutes before kaveh replied.

come to my place

that was his only text and you needed no more to simply put on your shoes and leave your house.

their words were repeating in your brain, and as you started to think about how you would never forget it, the tears came back. you looked around quickly, making sure no one saw you in this miserable situation.

no one was around. now you started to think the world was sending you a message. you didn’t live in a little city at all, you were in a pretty big one actually. and as it was friday night, there usually was a few people hanging around.

but tonight, on the night you needed to see people, you were left all alone with your thoughts and tears.

you shook your head, throwing all the negative thought away when after a few twenty minutes of walking, you arrived near kaveh’s address. it wasn’t lightened so you started asking yourself whether he was still up.

you didn’t take long to come you thought. perhaps he was in his room then; so you knocked on the door several times.

your phone displayed 3 am. you really went through the city so late at night only to vent to your friend; but the longer you were standing waiting by the door, the more you started to regret your choice. perhaps you were annoying him; perhaps he had things to do, other than listening to you.

you turned around after overthinking it, ready to leave and go back to your house when you heard the door opening, quickly followed by the familiar voice of alhaitham.

‘y/n ? what are you doing here ?’ his voice was monotonous and obviously he had just woken up.

‘a-alhaitham, hi. i wanted to see kaveh but i guess he’s not there.’

you looked away, avoiding his eyes that seemed to read right through you.

‘indeed he went out tonight.’

you looked at your feet now, before looking back at him. ‘oh. i will take my leave then, sorry for disturbing.’ you waved at him and tried to leave for the second time tonight when he took your wrist.

‘wait. are you okay ?’

of course his observant eyes were not going to miss the obvious pain written all over your face. he, who usually remained stoic, seemed quite worried now.

could it be that he worried about you ? or was it just you that needed something to change your mind ? in any case it did make you feel at ease and way better than before.

‘yeah!’ you lied. you always did, but as much as you were close to kaveh, you were never that close to alhaitham. you only exchanged banalities most of the time, and a few jokes around.

yet he didn’t seem to believe you; as if he knew you better than that and in the end, perhaps he did.

‘liar. come in and wait for kaveh.’ he almost ordered. ‘it’s late, i wouldn’t want to have it on my conscience if something bad happened to you.’

now he was the one looking away.

you quickly followed him inside the apartment since he kind of insisted. the excuse of not wanting to have something bad on this conscience was only hiding his genuine worry about you.

you guys went on the couch, watching tv but it was only on to fill the silence. none of you spoke. and none of you were paying attention to the series playing on the plasma screen.

alhaitham wasn’t so good with comforting people. a part of him wished he could just hug you and speak nice words that would ease your pain but nothing came.

meanwhile you were still overthinking your night. you calmed down but somehow it felt like a giant wave was about to drown you when the words echoed again.

you apologized to the man who was sitting next to you and went to the bathroom to refresh yourself with some cold water.

now you looked real messy. your hair half wet half dry, your face fully drowned in tears and your eyes swollen like before.

you despised the way you looked and you despised even more the way you didn’t manage to cry quietly because you heard alhaitham knocking on the door.

‘y/n open the door.’ he asked. but the door wasn’t closed anyway and after some seconds, alhaitham didn’t have the patience to hear your crying and not to anything about it so he opened the door only to find you sitting down, head on your arms.

you looked up at him. alhaitham gulped at the sight. you were often laughing, always the one joking around with both he and kaveh and he couldn’t believe that you were the one crying on his floor now.

‘who did this to you ?’ he asked, his brows frowning; betraying both his annoyance and anger. he hated to see you like that and he wished to never see you that way again.

he kneeled in front of you and took you into his arms. you couldn’t find strength to say anything so you kept on sobbing against his body, tightening the hug.

his embrace felt good, it really did and you were so grateful for that. you intended on kaveh to be there for you but alhaitham was doing good too.

you managed to stop crying, and alhaitham helped wiping away your tears with both his fingers and a tissue he got from the cupboard.

just at this moment did the two of you heard the front door opening.

‘wow wow. stealing away my role tonight alhaitham ?’ kaveh asked when he stepped in on the two of you, very close to each other, and alhaitham caressing your hair and comforting you as best as he could.

‘perhaps i will steal it for a longer time.’ alhaitham replied to tease kaveh. and it did work since the two of them started arguing again over everything and anything but it got quite fun to you.

although as much as you and kaveh laughed, alhaitham seemed very serious with his sentence; almost making it sound like a promise.

but you didn’t mind; after all he was the one who comforted you tonight and who made you feel better despite the horrible things you had heard just before.

you could easily get used to such a sweet alhaitham, and if this softness in him was something that made you like him even more; he, had liked you all this time.

and the fact he could be the one to bring up a smile on your face tonight made him feel kinda victorious.

[crossedsabers10s]

what’s the latest wip in saberland??

uhhhhhh a bunch of bouncing back and forth between things rn. There's one fic i've been poking at that is ACoTaR and is more world building than anything, but the vague timeline is making me want to rip out my computer keys so rn it's mostly just vibes. Haven't quite decided on a title for that one but it's under fierce spear-bearer (loyal hearth-guard) for now. I'm tryingggg to get some more rumor has it stuff done, mostly pre-canon background, but it's in pieces that are slowly being put together. And I really need to rewatch S3 of TVD bc im tired of opening my wip doc for Apathy and just... being like I have IDEAS but no idea how to get em down. or connect them to the stuff I do have written. Then there's the. Half dozen mini fics I have half-written and cluttering up my drive. Plus like. I really want to get some Missed Me stuff done but everytime I sit down to do it the words flee from me.

Excerpts, if anyone wants 'em:

A Court of Thorns and Roses:

fierce spear-bearer (loyal hearth-guard)

“Argos,” Eris says seriously, dragging a finger across the pages of the thick tome he has open. He’s sitting at a desk, feet dangling from the tall backed chair. 

They are ensconced in a reading nook in the library, that place of oaken bookshelves that tower like the trees they’d once been, filled with tomes older than they. It is no Day Court’s Great Library, to be sure, but Autumn is old, and its lord is no slouch at gathering knowledge. 

“Pumpkin,” Erin suggests. She’s sitting on the plush carpet of the library floor, right at the edge where carpet meets the flagstone in front of the fireplace. Nestled amongst the ashes of the fireplace, nearly blending in, is a small gray pup curled into a crescent shape on its back, paws in the air and snoring with little puppy breaths. 

Eris doesn’t spare her so much a look. “Demios.”

“Applesauce.”

“Cú.”

Erin pauses from where she’d been flicking stray ashes. The pup’s paw twitches. “You’re going to get in trouble with Priestess Mara if you use that one.” 

Legendary names from the Continent are one thing. Legends closer to home another entirely. 

Eris waves a hand in a passable imitation of their father’s gesture of dismissal. It has a range of meanings from more ale all the way to to the dungeons with you. “Priestess Mara should be reminded that the temple doesn’t rule, Vanserras do. The old stories are not banned.”

“Yet,” Erin supplies knowingly, having overheard gossip suggesting that the lord of Rocky Shore is throwing his vote behind the latest attempt to ban every mention of the gods and heroes that don’t quite align with worshiping the Mother. Or, rather, the ones that don’t worship her in her aspect of the Mother. 

It’s not a popular stance, not in Autumn, but it has been gaining momentum in the past half century. Especially as tensions between the humans and fae rise. 

“Yet isn’t now.” But Eris obviously reconsiders using a name that may indicate taking one side over the other. Heir to Autumn that he is, even too young to sit on Council, either side would love to have his ear. 

Erin, who loves the old stories and has spent at least a few years worth of time in this very library reading them, frowns before running a finger through the ashes on the flagstone. “Cider.”

Eris’ sigh sounds exactly like their mother’s. The way he carefully closes the tome is similar as well. “Is this you trying to tell me you’re ready for lunch?”

She sprawls to the side, eyes still on the snoozing pup. “Syrup.” 

Finally deigning to weigh in, the pup snorts itself awake, blinking blearily at its surroundings. When it spots the faerie sitting on the rug, it scrambles to its oversized paws and launches itself into her lap. Skirts covered in ashy paw prints and the sounds of delighted giggling mixed with equally delighted yipping fill the otherwise quiet space. Erin begins to enthusiastically pet the little pup. Eris abandons his book to join them on the floor, doing his best to restore some order to the situation, even as he starts giggling just like his twin. 

“I think Syrup and I will be good friends,” Erin decides, face smudged with ash. 

Done with its self-imposed job of licking the two fae youth’s faces, the pup shakes, form briefly flickering around the edges, pearly gray fur blurring and shifting into wisps before settling back into solid shape.  

“That is a smoke hound, fearsome companions and ruthless hunters, they are not friends—!“ Eris tries to rub a smear of ash off his face with a sleeve, but only succeeds in further dirtying both. “We are not calling him Syrup!”

“Syrup!” Erin croons. “Sweet boy, you’ll be the fiercest hound in the kennel!”

fierce spear-bearer (loyal hearth-guard)

Her brother, light where she is dark, dark where she is light, they are less mirror images and more complimentary ones. She has their father’s coloring, he their mother’s. As a child, she’d desperately wanted her mother’s auburn instead of the brown she’d inherited. She’d grown out of that eventually, though there are still days she’d wish the reflection in her mirror was less stern-faced familiar. 

She’s her father’s eyes, she’s been told time and time again. She hates it more with every telling. 

“Was it impressive as they say?”

“Tamlin ripped her to shreds,” Eris says, satisfaction in the curl of his lips. 

“Good,” Erin says, just as much savagery underneath her own polite mask. Unlike their appearance, they match there, always. She sends her twin a sideways look. “But no. The girl. Spring’s human champion. She faced a Midgard Wyrm. So I heard.” She’d heard more than that, but that is one event that stands out. Less so, perhaps, than their littlest brother nearly dying twice over, and less so than Amarantha’s death, but it had been no small feat. 

Wyrms had been native to Hybern, but had been brought over from the smaller island more than once. There’s a few that pop up throughout Prythian’s history, some more famed than others; Coward’s Bane comes to mind, a legendarily giant Wyrm that had carved tunnels three body lengths wide into a rocky area of the Middle. They called it Coward’s Bane because if you’d walked over top of its rocky home, you lived. If you broke and ran, it sensed you and burst from the ground to swallow you whole. 

Amarantha, forever coming up with ways to make people’s lives worse, had bred them, set them loose into unprepared, unprotected Courts. 

The juveniles were less dangerous than the adults, but worse in different ways. Small as the young offspring could be—no bigger than any mundane earthworm—they were difficult to track. Easier to kill, but hard to find. Easier, but not easy. They’d lost a patrol or two to a nest. Once. Or twice. Maybe twice, because one had disappeared in the same area a month prior, but there had been no remains of the first when they’d excavated the nest. 

“She was covered in mud and shit. Broken, bleeding, and full of human-weakness.” His sneer drops. Very quietly, lips scarcely moving, “Yes.”

She nods, then drops the subject. 

But Eris keeps at it. “Prythian’s Savior is held in high esteem across the lands, higher still in two Courts. How interesting she’s remained cloistered in Spring. Not a Court would dare turn her away.” He snorts softly. “Or not. Tamlin no doubt wishes his new-Made lover protected instead of leveraging that debt.”

“Two?” Spring is obvious….

“Night.”

Erin takes a sip of her drink. The wine is a good one, unearthed from some lord or another’s stores. A deep red, it is too thin to be blood. For all that it suddenly tastes of it. Copper overpowers its previous floral notes. “Night? I have heard….” 

She lets the sentence trail off, letting her lips twist just slightly to display the displeasure at what she’d weaseled out of those who’d returned from Under the Mountain.

“He dressed her in war-paint.” Eris lifts his glass to his lips, but doesn’t drink. “Night after night, the kinds of scraps you’d expect from noble patronized whore houses and Illyrian war-paint.”

She does not ask him if he is sure. They once had cause to research Night’s admittedly shrouded culture and customs—even the scant-written, bloody history of Illyria. Eris had never gotten his star-hewn bride, but those days are not so distant that the hastily inked figures depicted have been forgotten. The drawings had been rushed, for certain. Detail and accuracy abandoned for speed and feeling, as though the artist was recreating a scene from terror-tinged memory. But the black ink stretched into wide, strong wings—the sprawling swirls and runes across bare skin, the sketched sword point as sharp and hungry on page as it must have been in truth…. 

It had evoked the same beauty a forest fire does. Destructive. Terrible. Awe-inspiring. Erin has never seen an Illyrian war band on wing—during the last war with Hybern, she’d remained in Autumn’s borders instead of following her High Lord into battle as Eris did, as a last line of defense—but they are compared to storms more than once, in the older manuscripts. Sudden and fierce, striking quick and devastating before disappearing just as swiftly as they came. 

Summer storm, silent death,

the battle-born, the blood-drinkers. 

Carrion crows follow wing-ed kin. 

He gave her the only armor he could, she does not suggest. Instead, she snorts softly. “Heh. Whore paint.”

Eris is too court trained to groan. Just as she is too court trained to grin. “The lowest form of humor.”

“Just high enough for you to grasp, then, brother.”

TVD:

rumor has it 'verse

“—starts going left, which was the exact opposite way the man had needed to turn. He always did have a knack for doing exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. Bloody good at poker, though, honestly, I think he’d the devil’s own luck. Better than mine, for sure. Better than your’s too, eh? Maggie says I’d been cursed at birth, or that I must’ve played dominos in a mirror shop as a child—worst luck she’s ever seen, she says. Which is why she picks the lottery numbers and I get stuck driving down snow covered roads at three in the bloody morning searching for daft fuckers who can’t tell left from—”

“Do you ever shut up?”

Enzo shuts up. 

The voice had been raspy. Words slurred, as though the mouth that formed them was unused to it. There had been a pause between shut and up, as if the sentence was nearly too long to complete. 

Silence takes the cell for a single moment, before—

“No,” he says, unable to iron out all the amusement. First time his cellmate’s made a noise other than groans or snarls and it’s to tell him to shut up? Maggie’d laugh her ass off. Hell, she still might, when he sees her again and tells her. 

After he gets out of here. 

It’s been nearly a week already and he hasn’t seen so much a ray of sunlight for just as long. 

If he’s taken to trying to distract himself from the walls closing in, then, well. Until now, no one had made a complaint. 

Apathy is Wound to the Soul

Yes, Finn is covered in mud and pine straw and a more general kind of forest floor litter. 

No, they will not be taking questions. 

Especially not about them having lost a fight with a tree. 

“Have you two been burying each other again?” Rebekah asks, somehow flippant and genuinely curious all out once, overlaid with some annoyed patina of exasperation. 

Finn will be taking one question. Finn will be asking questions. “No?”

Why is this a conclusion she’s come to. Why is Kol smirking? Did she say again?

til morning comes

Handsome, one part notices, even as instinct whispers: a problem. 

His eyes are too sharp, even if he’s trying to appear casual, taking in them and the room in a way that she recognizes. How far from the door? From the window? Who in this room is an enemy? Who isn’t? Who will be able to be pushed one way or another with the right words?

Katherine says nothing to give away what she sees. Just arranges her face into surprise, muddling it with caution. If he’s a stranger, then it’s justified. Even if not, Stefan is tense beside her.  And she’d just been caught kissing Elena’s ex. Shock and dismay are appropriate reactions. She doesn’t know this man. But Elena might’ve. In this moment, she needs context clues, some kind of lead to follow. 

“Oh, good,” the man says, smiling closed-mouthed. British accent. “This is the right room.”

“Enzo?” Stefan says, sounding stunned. 

Enzo? Damon’s ex-cell mate Enzo? Finally able to put a face to the name in Elena’s diary, Katherine keeps the surprised expression on her face as she studies the ex-science project. 

“Do you know another?” Enzo asks him, seemingly interested. 

There’s a noise from down and hall. Nearly too quickly for Katherine to track in Elena’s pathetic baby-vampire body, Enzo’s head snaps to the side. Without looking back at them, he raises a finger and says, “Hold that thought,” before blurring out of the doorway. 

The door gapes open, frame now empty. 

She meets Stefan’s eyes for half a second, catalogs worry and shock and an unwelcome tinge of shame. 

Annoyance floods through her, even as she is sure to project nothing but a mirror of his emotions, just with a touch of defiance because it’s not her fault that Enzo has the worst timing known to man. 

And what an interruption. Stefan’s not going to kiss her anytime soon now, not with him here. Not when it’s likely Damon isn’t far behind. 

Ugh, and here she thought she’d managed to get rid of him. Guess the clinginess overcame the rejection. 

[horce-divorce]

I was too tired to get worked up last night but now that Im awake again I am sooo fucking agitated rn. We HAVE to be at my parent's right now (car camping in the yard) bc I desperately need whatever help they can give me, my dad is getting the car checked and we've been here using the shower and the stove and whatnot. But my dad's bday was also this weekend so my WHOOOOOLE family was here, and Bel and I stayed inside specifically to avoid everyone, but then my fucking horrible grandpa (who was queerphobic and an asshole long before he had dementia) comes in and tries to make chit chat with us, and then my dad comes in laughing saying how grandpa went outside and announced to everyone that "there's two girls with mustaches in there," and dad just thought that was funny. And we had JUST come back from the store where some rando also fucking commented on Bel's mustache and I HAD a comeback but I was too fucking SLOW and I didn't fucking defend him

So anyway we like have absolutely no choice but to be here and Bel especially can't just leave and like it's weird bc yes they are letting us stay here, feeding us etc and I feel like I'm not allowed to explain why this is so hurtful bc if I do that's somehow going against all my dad is doing for me here. Like I'm being ungrateful spitting in his face and only focusing on what he's doing wrong.

Probably bc they spent my whole life reinforcing this idea that I only was allowed to need things if they agreed that I was lacking. When I became suicidal it wasn't "oh yeah you need help let's get you to a doctor." It was a litany of "here's all the things I did for you, I sacrificed my body for you, I ate healthy and quit smoking and I did everything right and I gave you a PERFECT body and brain, so no, you don't need help." And she stood by that until I was out of the house and went and got help myself, and she STILL tried to talk me out of it.

And especially with my mom being the terf-adjacent 2nd wave Michfest Feminist that she is, she only ever has shit to say about my gender when it's disparaging. The first time she saw me shirtless after top surgery she said "embrace the patriarchy" in this bitter fucking tone. She only ever calls me a guy if I'm acting so stupid that I need help or correction. But yeah it's so super funny and cute that my demented grandpa can't fucking tell I'm a guy and it's sooo funny and cute how he's disrespecting me and my boyfriend to my whole family and they're all just out there laughing. That's sooooo fucking funny and silly and ha ha and yeah people like my asshole grandpa, who was NEVER even part of my actual fucking life, is totally allowed to just walk into your home and talk about your loved ones like that, unchallenged, cus he's just such a silly little guy. Family is so fucking special am I right.

It's wild having the least normie and most functional family of all my friends bc when it comes to things like politics and gay rights and witchcraft and even topics like feminism and reproductive rights! my parents are always the most chill, understanding, easygoing, have the most reasonable responses out of anyone else's parents... But then they still have these very unchallenged ideals that come out at the worst time, and when i try to explain to them how they are hurting me and making me feel unsafe and making MY BOYFRIEND feel unsafe, and this is why I don't hang out with them, they pull the "dont make me feel bad when i do so much for you" card.

They also don't defend other trans ppl. They "love" Eddie Izzard, she is "their favorite comedian," but they can't gender her correctly to save their lives. One time my mom tried to show her cis gay friend one of Eddie's Dress to Kill bits and he started disparaging her outfit and calling her buffalo fucking bill and my mom just sat there and TOOK IT. I WAS HOME!!! I COULD HEAR HIM!!!!!!!!!

I also cannot threaten the help they're giving me w the car and the house bc my dad is currently still paying the insurance bc I can't even afford gas to go job hunting. So I did not sit my dad down and explain Why That Wasn't Funny. My stupid ass got up early and put the dishes away instead. Because if I criticize my dad, on his birthday, in his own home that we are staying at for free, AND Im leaving a mess (that I didn't make, but that I saw and walked away from regardless), they will kick us both out and never let us come back! Or maybe they won't! But they've kicked me out before and I can't let that happen to Bel again right now!!!

And unfortunately I need to stay connected to dementia grandpa too bc we may be living in his cabin part time this winter. I'm not super optimistic about finding housing before it gets cold. Especially not after yesterday. We were both already lamenting needing our names changed, but trying to do it while homeless and Looking Like Girls With Mustaches in Bumfuck Nowhere is gonna be even more fun!!!

[pleafyistired]

Gnsjjs sorry I'm half awake I got on your profile and just started treating it like the dashboard. Anyways whays up with the oc blorbos recently

no no dont apologize it is absolutely encouraged to walk into my house (blog) look at my furniture (posts) and think “nice” /gen /pos

well ive been taken away by the Devil recently but for my ocs, the newest shit so far is probably me working on part 3 (theres now currently 3 parts, first is gunguy and panna villainy, second is chris’s spiral into his worst self, and third and newest one is the one im working on rn! ❤️)

heres the working beginning of part 3 ❤️❤️💫💫 ^_^ disclaimer i have somehow. Accidentally wrote this in second person, i REALLY DIDNT MEAN TO (but my boyfriend and mari both likes it so IM NOT CHANGING /silly)

chris’s pov ^_^

So how do you describe it… so imagine. Youre kinda aware of the shifting tides of your reality. You know youre not solid. Nothing you know is. You may wake up one morning and maybe feel empty. And knows something missing. But you dont know what it is. Its gone, and you mourn, but what are you even mourrning. You just feel a vague emptiness. But still, you can feel the changes in reality.

Arguably, youre the most solid thing in this universe. And because of that, when things ripples, you can feel it.

You know youre not who you were in your past reality. You know youve died and been remade and reshaped completely. Maybe you dont know the details, but you still know it happened.

You dont think about it much nowadays though. The concern about your fragile reality doesnt seem that important by then. Your story is over and have ended peacefully. Youre now living peacefully with your partner.

Until one day it hit you hard in the stomach again. It wasn’t a small sensation either. Normally when your reality ripples, you felt youre waddling in shallow water. This time, it was an overpowering wave crashing onto you. It drowned. It choked you. You panicked. Is this just a single abnormal wave and just another test before the tides settle again. Or is this the beginning of the end. You’ll be remade again, pulled apart, chopped up into something unrecognisable. Nothing you knew and loved will be the same.

You know you’ve been through it multiple times, yet this time it felt… different. Perhaps… when your story was told to other people, you solidified much more than your creator or anyone thought. You freed yourself from their grasps. But now that means you remember. You’re aware now. You know what changed, what was deleted, what was added. You can no longer live in the blissful ignorance anymore.

So can you live in the same reality anymore? Nothing changed except you. It was always like this. It was always turbulent. But you changed so much from what you used to call your home and your life and who you Are. Now that home no longer feels familiar to you. You cant trust it to shield you from pain of knowing what you lost and the fear of being replaced or someone you know never existed suddenly appearing anymore.

And you can do nothing about it but watch as what you used to know so well and loved quickly fell apart into dust at your feet, and from the remains of what you used to call home. They build a house and claim it was always your home. What do you mean it wasnt? You lived here, died for others here, loved here?… theres nothing wrong. This IS your home. Why are you denying this. This is your home. It is your home. It always has been your home.

You’re alone in this. Arent you?

…

“You really mean it Chris? This… is going to happen?” Eric. Eric doesnt remember their past lives. He doesnt know to Chris’s own extent. But after their life was so entangled and eric was brought to his own spotlight. He also gains his awareness of their reality. Chris hung his head. He doesnt look back into Eric’s eyes

“We… really are going to remade? Destroyed and erased? After everything we fought for? Our reality would warp and be unrecognisable?…” “… We cant do anything about it. Maybe… its just a false alarm…” “So did any other time a reality wave drown you, it was just a false alarm?” “…no. I dont remember. I dont know if there was any time that a wave has drowned me, and ive made it out unchanged.” “…” “This is it right? Theres nothing we can do?” “… we can hope. Hope this is… just a… outlier…” “…but…” “…yeah. Its probably inevitable.” “… i just want to say one last thing to you before that happened then.

Promise me that even if we were thrown into a reality we know its not ours.… you’ll.. still be my. You wont leave me. Promise me you will never leave me.” “…I Promise. And promise me then. That you will always help me do whats right. In every universe, in any skin, in any shape and form. You’ll be there for me too.” “… in the infinite amounts of realities out there chris. There will be a reality where we break this promise. Its unavoidable.” “…” “But I promise. I’ll try to make our next reality the one that we still keep that promise.” “…thank you eric. …i love you dude.” “…i love you too…”

[buckyalpine]

hii so im not sure if you’re taking requests but if you are could you maybe to one where readers dog is having to be put down and she’s like rlly rlly upset and bucky comforts her? just like fluff x100 Im going through this right now and idrk what to do :/ thank you if you make it and if not I love all of your other works :)

Warnings: pet loss, angst, fluff

I don't even have a pet myself (I do babysit one) and this made me bawl ffs. I'm ugly crying so hard writing this rn. I'm so sorry this is something you have to go through, I'm sending you all the hugs, every single hug imaginable.

I imagined this with beefy Bucky, where he's still uncomfortable with physical touch which is why his comfort is so significant here.

You walked into the compound with red puffy eyes, you hoped and prayed that you wouldn't run into anyone because you didn't need anyone asked you what was wrong. Your sweet baby looked at you with tired eyes from the crate, it was like they knew. They blinked before putting their head down again, resting on one of their favorite teddies to play with.

You felt another wave of tears seeing them close their eyes, too tried to stay awake till you got to your room. You tried to get there as fast as you could before the cries escaped your lips. Bucky watched you carefully as he sat in the kitchen with his coffee, distress was evident on your face but he didn't want to pry. You ran to your room and locked the door, taking your fur baby in your arm for a final day of loving and hugs.

"I'm sorry baby" You whimpered, holding them close to your chest. They nuzzled into you, their paw on your shoulder, looking up at you and licking away some of the tears. Their eyes looked happy, as if they was ready. They knew it was their time and they needed you to know too.

It's okay mama.

You spent the day doing everything you could with them, giving them all the treats you could, taking them to their favorite spot in the park and giving them all the belly rubs you could. You took as many pictures as you could; you knew it would hurt each time you looked at them but you never wanted to forget this day.

Evening rolled around and you felt inconsolable. They slept by your side while you cuddled them close, you knew they had lived a long life. You'd given them every ounce of love you could but it still didn't feel like enough. If you could have just one more day. One more.

*****

You arrived back to the compound, all their little things in a box. Their collar. A little tag with their birthday date. A little clay mold to remember their paws. You hadn't told anyone because the sympathy would have hurt more but now the silence that filled your room was unbearable.

Bucky walked by your room, hearing your soft cries and the absence of paws pattering on the floor. His heart dropped, connecting the dots, he knew you didn't say anything but there was no way he was going to leave you alone during this time.

"Y/n" He knocked your door softly, while calling for you, only getting a muffled whimper in response. He opened the door, to find you wrapped up in your blankets, your face buried into your pillow to silence your sobs.

"I'm here, its okay" He didn't second guess anything, pulling you into his lap and tucking your body against his large frame. He wrapped his arms securely around you, surrounding you with his warmth, your hear resting under his chin. He made you feel protected, like you had someone to look after you again; less untethered while he held you firmly.

You tried to bite your lip to keep your cries in but the stronger he held you the harder it was to keep everything inside. Your face was in his chest, tears soaking his shirt as you let all your emotions go, melting into Bucky's arms.

"I'm here, I'm here angel, shhh" Bucky's voice was soft, his lips pressing soft kisses onto your head. His hands soothed you, rubbing your skin while your body trembled, his heart breaking because he'd only ever seen you smile.

The night wasn't easy, you'd woken up searching for your baby, only to find their spot empty. Bucky made sure he was there for you the entire time, holding you to his chest,

"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered when he knew you were unable to fall asleep. You swallowed thickly, your throat feeling hoarse. Had anyone else asked you, you may have said no but Bucky was different. You nodded, recalling all the memories you had from when they were a puppy and all the adventures you had along the way.

"You loved them so much, couldn't have asked for a better mama" Bucky smiled down softly at you, his hand lacing with yours. "You took such good care of them. Even if it was just for a little while, you made them really happy. Showed them so much love. That's all they ever knew, how much you loved them"

You nodded, sniffling while he continued to hold you.

"Now you have all these beautiful memories with them. Those will never go away. They'll always be with you y/n, always" He kissed your forehead while you closed your eyes, your heart feeling a tiny sliver of peace. Even if you didn't have them forever, you had the best few years with them and you wouldn't have traded that time for the world.

"You can cry if you want to, I know the pain won't go away but you don't have to hold it inside. I'm always here to listen if you need"

And true to his word, Bucky made sure he checked in with you regularly. He had no problem hugging you through the night. During nights you found it difficult to be in your room, he quickly carried you over to his. The rest of the team were surprised to see him let anyone else there but he didn't feel an ounce of discomfort.

He knew pain. He thought about all the time all he needed was a hug and how he was met with cold silence instead. He would never let that happen to one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. No. He'd make sure you got the love you deserved. He coaxed you to get out more. Small walks. Trips to the coffee shop. Anything to keep you away from locking yourself in your room.

*****

He held you close, your head resting on his chest, his heart beat lulling you to sleep. You finally felt a sense of acceptance but the warmth of his arms was something you wanted to hold onto.

"Thank you Bucky" You whispered, snuggling further into his hold, it was clear to both of you, you wouldn't be leaving his arms ever any time soon.

"Of course angel" Bucky smiled softly, stroking your hair. He'd hold you forever as long as you felt safe.

[illicitlimerence-writes]

one chance | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.4k words requested: yes, by an anon: “magic hour!!! hello!!!! so goooooooodd!!🥰🥰 plis make a part 2❤️❤️” & by @purpledianezzzzzz “BESTIE MY HEART 😭 imma need a pt2 after that absolute SWOON of a fic” & by @poison0bee “we NEED a part two where after the next day, we see a time-skip, where we meet him again n have a cute happy ending. 🥺🥺” warnings: fluff, angst, language maybe?, idk idk a/n: their story isn’t over yet. REPOSTING BC IT WASN'T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. also, i’ve been absolutely HATING everything i’m writing rn, which is why i haven’t been posting as much lmao. i literally write a few sentences and then end up deleting everything bc it sucks looooool. i don’t know when part three of this story will be up, so pls be patient. alsooo, this is not the story i was talking about when i said i was writing something with sharl, that one’s taking a bit more time but i don’t want to rush it bc it’s based on one of my favorite movies<3

my masterlist / this is a part two to 'magic hour'

it had been five months since her trip to cancun.

the main reason she hated going on vacations was exactly this, the sad realization that she had to return to her normal routine after living her best life only for a few days. it was sad.

the hardest part was saying goodbye to charles. three days with him were not enough.

that was also why she was apprehensive to let herself be free and try new things. when she liked something, or someone, she did it with her whole being. she wasn’t one to do things halfway, she committed every cell of her being into it. it was difficult when things ended. 

their last day together was one she’d always remember. he picked her up early, way too early to be awake. but, he wanted to see the sunrise with her, and wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. their time was limited, so they had to make the best of the minutes and hours they still had left. they went down to the beach, watching the sun making its way up, through the calm waves of the clear water in front of them. she was sitting in front of him, his legs on either side of her, her back against his chest, his arms around her protectively. he’d noticed small goosebumps on her skin, so he leaned in closer, giving her the warmth she needed. his heart skipped a beat at the soft sigh she let out as she snuggled her cheek against his arm. 

next, they walked to a restaurant near the hotel. at some point during their walk, charles grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together, all while keeping his eyes ahead. his clammy hands gave away his nervousness, though. she chuckled to herself, holding on a little tighter, letting him know she wanted this, she was okay with it. 

the rest of the day was spent sharing knowing glances and soft touches. as they ate, his arm was around her chair, the pads of his fingers against her back, her shoulder. as they walked through crowds of tourists, one of his hands would be holding her own, whilst the other one was on her waist. at night, as they watched a firework show, she slid her arms around his waist. the air wasn’t chilly, but it was enough for the thin dress she was wearing. he took that as his sign to envelop her in his arms, placing a kiss to the top of her head as they watched the bright, colorful dots light up the sky.

just as they had all day, they walked back to the hotel hand in hand. their faces were flushed and hair was a mess from having been up since before dawn, but they were inside an invisible bubble where only the two of them existed, and they didn’t care about anything or anyone else. as they entered they reached her floor, he walked out of the elevator first, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks. there had been an ache inside her chest when she first woke up, that had vanished throughout the day. but now that the end was near, so close she could almost touch it, it became impossible to ignore. 

“what’s wrong?” he asked, standing in front of her, he lifted a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“i don’t… i don’t want to say goodbye just yet.” she whispered. her eyes were slightly glossy as she stared up at him. “i want more time,” she begged.

“it’s okay,” he whispered, his hands holding her face gently. “i wish we could have more time as well.” 

“distance sucks,” she tried to smile, but the tears in her eyes revealed her true feelings. 

“i’m right here, i am still here,” he told her. “i’m not going anywhere,”

“promise?” she asked, “just for tonight… will you stay with me?”

“of course. i’ll stay until you get sick of me, until you’re begging for me to leave you alone for at least five minutes,” he pressed his lips against her temple, hearing her sigh.

“i don’t want to say goodbye,” she repeated, a part of her wanted to be mad at herself for allowing herself to get close to him, to be foolish enough to open her heart to someone she could not have.

“then don’t,” he whispered against her ear. “let’s not say goodbye tonight.”

he took her to his room. thanks to a friend that had bailed at the last minute, charles had a room all to his own. he led her to the bed, sat her down on the bed, that was still messy from when he slept in it the night before, since he’d hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob. he handed her one of his shirts and a pair of shorts so she could change. she walked to the bathroom, shaking her head at her reflection. the adventures of the day were clearly visible on her messy hair, her skin affected by the sun. she splashed some water on her face, drying it with a towel she found by the sink, and got her hair out of the way. she wanted to hurry up, didn’t want to waste the little time she had left with charles.

as she stepped out, charles was ready for bed, too. he heard the click of the door as she closed it behind her, he raised his head, a smile making its way onto his face instantly.

“hey,” he whispered, letting out a deep breath.

“hi,” she said, taking a step towards him. he did as well, meeting halfway. “i have to be up early,” she reminded him.

“i’m a light sleeper,” he told her, “i’ll set an alarm,” he placed a hand on her waist.

“okay,” she nodded, one of her arms went to his neck, playing with his hair, “i don’t want to say goodbye,”

“then don’t. come with me, back home,” he said, leaning his head closer to her. she smiled.

“i can’t. we both know i can’t. and i can’t be upset, because you’re not mine. not mine to have or to lose. but i don’t want to say goodbye.”

“it doesn’t have to be a goodbye,” he tilted his head, pressing his lips against her cheek, “it can be a see you later. we can make plans to see each other, somewhere, sometime.”

“i’d like that,” she gave him a small smile.

charles’ lips went up from her cheek to her temple, he wrapped his arms around her, like he’d done all day, but this time felt different. they didn’t have a whole day anymore, they had hours left together. 

“thank you for these past few days,” she mumbled against his neck.

“i would like to give you many more days like this, if you let me,”

“i would love that,” the corners of her lips tilted upwards, but her eyebrows settled in a frown. 

“it’s a plan, then,”

“okay,” she nodded, leaning her head back. she looked into his green eyes, stared at his face, the flushed cheeks and red nose, she wanted to memorize every part of his face. she didn’t know when or if she would see him again, so she wanted to remember him like that, soft and gentle and caring, loving and attentive and perfect.

she snapped out of her daydream, the voice announcing that the plane was landing in nice, france was loud enough to catch her attention, although, thinking back to the happiest days of her life was not an unusual occurrence, it’d become part of her daily routine by that point. it was pathetic, she knew that, but she hadn’t felt happiness like the one she felt back in that piece of heaven on earth.

she looked to her right, where her friend, helen, was sitting. it had been helen’s idea to go to france. and as much as she wanted to stay home, helen wasn’t taking a ‘no’ for an answer. it was stupid to say that after catching feelings for a stranger back in cancun, she became afraid of traveling. she didn’t want to admit it, but that was the truth. but after much debate, she caved in, and there she was, landing on france. she knew she was close to charles, which made the whole trip ten times worse. 

“we’re going to have so much fun this weekend,” helen said, nudging her shoulder, (y/n) gave her a small smile. they made the way down the airplane, walking inside the airport to collect their bags. after they secured their luggage, they walked to a car rental service. the airport was crowded, there were people all over the place, so she stayed close to the desk as they waited for the keys. 

she grabbed her phone, sending a quick text to her family, saying she was okay. a small voice in her head told her to text charles, tell him that they were just a couple hours away from each other, but she was interrupted by her friend.

“let’s go!” she smiled, and together they walked out of the airport, finding the car that would be theirs for the weekend. once they settled in, she sat on the driver’s seat, with helen by her side. she wasn’t the biggest fan of planes, so driving made her feel a little bit better, more grounded. they put on music, a fun playlist to get their moods up for all the adventures they’re going to have that weekend. “okay, i know i said we were going to have a fun, chill weekend here,” helen starts, (y/n) nods, “but… i just- i know how much you’ve missed charles,” it takes everything in (y/n) not to slam her foot on the brake, she eyes helen, who has a guilty look on her face, “we’re going to see him.”

“you’re kidding,” she says.

“no. listen, i have it all figured out,” helen starts, grabbing her phone to read her plan, “we’re going to drive there, we’re staying with rob,” she could practically hear the smile on helen’s face as she mentioned charles’ friend, the one she’d met back in cancun, the one who introduced her to charles. she didn’t know whether to hate him or thank him. “and we’re going with him to the grand prix,”

“the what? where?”

“in monaco. it’s charles’ home race,”

“fuck,” she whispered, looking at helen, “i don’t know if i can-”

“yes, you can. listen, i’ve seen you moping around for this guy more than i ever have. i know you try to bury those feelings down deep, but it’s not okay. so we’re going there, you’re going to see him again, and you’re not going to let him go.”

“but what if- what if he’s already found someone else?” she asks, thinking out loud.

“he hasn’t. i promise you, he hasn’t. and if he has, i’m sure he’ll drop whoever it is just to be with you.”

truth is, despite the fact that her and charles had exchanged numbers and other ways to communicate despite the distance, she hadn’t made much effort to get in touch with him. she thought it was dumb, because there was no point in getting even more attached to someone she simply couldn’t have.

but as she stood in front of a room with his name on it, inside the ferrari motorhome in glamorous monaco, the fear turned into something else.

she knocked twice, but the sound was barely perceptible, so she did it again. she waited, with her heart pounding inside her chest. she waited, and felt a knot in her throat as the door swung open. 

he was standing on the other side of the door, wearing a red polo and jeans. his eyes went wide as he recognized her, a face he hadn’t been able to forget since they said goodbye that morning back in december.

“wh- how…” he mumbled, a deep breath leaving his lungs quickly, his chest heaved as he took one in, “how- you-” he continued. (y/n) parted her lips to speak, but was left with the words inside her throat as charles pulled her in. he closed the door, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “you’re… here…” he said, leaning his head back to look at her. she did the same.

he looked just the same. his hair was a little longer, though. but the spark in his eyes was just the same.

“you- you never called or…”

“i know,” she whispered, swallowing the lump that had been inside her throat since she arrived in the small country of monaco. “i know, i-”

“was it… me? or…”

“no! no, god no. i… it was me, i- i couldn’t… i couldn’t risk it,” she said.

“risk… what?” he asked, lifting his hand to caress her cheek. she’d missed his touch. it had been too long since they’d been away from each other, the time they’d spent together was not enough.

“i’m not…” she paused, “good at this. i don’t- i don’t let people in because i’m afraid they’ll leave. i don’t like getting attached, or get my hopes up only to end up disappointed. i can’t risk another goodbye.”

she said, and charles listened. he knew she was in a delicate position at that moment. there was no doubt that her feelings for him were exactly the same as what he felt for her.

“i told you,” he started, he kept his voice soft and gentle, “we don’t have to say goodbye. not back there in december, not today. not ever. it doesn’t even have to be a ‘see you later’ either.”

she stayed quiet, staring up at him. his eyes reflected the sincerity in his voice, in his words. 

"i have traveled all around the world, seen the most beautiful places you could ever think of. yet nothing, nothing compares to what i felt the moment i saw you. you were reading a book, lying on a lounge chair by the pool, and i just thought you were so… cool. i knew i wanted to get to know you. even before we were introduced in the boat, i was already enthralled by you.” her breath got caught in her chest as charles spoke, “i haven’t stopped thinking about you since we said,” he smiled before continuing, “see you later,” she smiled at that as well, “at the hotel.”

“neither have i. but i-”

“i know. i understand your fears and worries, but all i’m asking is for one chance. give me this weekend, or however long you’re staying here, to show you that i’m all in. i want this, i want you,”

“i want you, too.” she whispered, the words were barely audible, but he heard.

“one chance. give me one chance,”

“okay.”

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@ireallydontknowdudee @spideyanakin

[nrhshm]

How about- Zoro, Mihawk, and Ussop with a crush who has a beautiful singing voice but never showed it?

I have another prompt planned for Ussop and Mihawk, so I've gotta stick with the mosshead rn 🤭

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Zoro hearing his crush's singing voice for the first time.

You were on watch duty, with all the others curled up in their fluffy bedsheets, snoring their dreams away. Things were all the same, the cool breeze ruffling the loose strands of your hair, the moon shedding it's magestic light onto the calm waves, releasing a nostaligic atmosphere. It had put you at ease, for once, knowing how much of a hardworker you are for the Strawhats.

You inhale the salty scent of the ocean waves, taking in the beauty of nature in every aspect. It is truely above all treasures to be found in this world, nothing can compete for such a pirate's rare moment to let down their guard.

Soon enough, you spaced off, your vocal cords went on auto-pilot. It begins with a whistle, that eventually went to humming, and then the tune goes off with the surge of mesmerising words. A full melody engulfs your surroundings, it was serene, it was rare and special.

Back in the crow's nest, the moss head was lifting weights. Your voice could've easily reached him if it weren't for the clinking metal bars and the sound of his own ragged breaths. Yet eventually, he did. Dropping the large barbell on the floor and immediately drawing out his swords, senses spiking, alarmed and merciless. He made his way to the window, spotting you directly under the nest, your hair was dancing along the sweet sound of your voice, eyes closed and swaying in rhythm with the song's tune. The crow's nest is meters high from the ship's deck, yet his sharpened sense can still hear you as if you are next to him. And lemme tell you this: it's TOTALLY bad for an ambitious swordsman to be such an emotional mess.

Unaware of his approaching presence, you keep swaying from side to side as your vocal cords comfortably bend to high limits, voice almost reaching the cosmos themselves. It wasn't until you finished your performance that your heard fading footsteps.

Only one person could be awake at this hour.

"Zoro?" Your eyes furrow in confusion. It took a while to hear a response from the said man, who finally peaked from behind the ship's mast. Reddened cheeks would have been spotted if it weren't night time.

"I got lost again." He blurts out. And for once, you found that hard to believe.

"From the nest to the deck? lost?" You raise a brow, hiding the fact that your heart was pounding in nervousness. Has he heard you? No one should know about your sweet talent...

Zoro rubs the back of his head sheepishly, pretty much embarrassed by his lame excuse. Silence overwhelmes the atmosphere again, and you both find yourselves staring across the endless horizon, relaxed and a bit too close to eachother.

"Actually, I uh...came to tell you somthing." He fumbles with words, a funny expression on his face. Noticing his unusual cracky demeanour, at this point, you couldn't help but let out a good laugh.

The marimo glances at your giggly figure, suddenly lost in thought. He doesn't know if he should be annoyed at the second-hand embarrassment or captivated with the scenario he's witnessing. You usually keep on a stoic alarmed expression, yet it's the first time anyone has seen you being so... carefree.

Zoro also knows he needs to step it up. A refined swordsman should know no fear, thus should be aware even of his deepest emotions. The man has taken a liking to you since the moment you decided he was your nap buddy, drinking partner, and sword rivals all together. You and him have so much in common and eventually, his feelings developed liken none before.

A breath in and a breath out, he gently takes your hand in his and turns you to face him. Mentally preparing himself for both outcomes, he looks at you right in the eye.

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"Listen... I'm only gonna say this once okay?"

[cherryrogers]

when dusk falls {5}

CONSEQUENCES

pairing: bucky barnes x princess!reader

warnings: angst!! + some violence

summary: King Alexander’s plans begin to unfold.

a/n: i am struggling so bad to write an essay rn but i managed to finish this chapter quickly so i don’t mind ! the fic will get a lot better following this part. i am excited <3

series masterlist

The Heartlen Ocean surrounding the east side of Taria was calm when Sharon rode down to the docks, the dark waters shimmering under the large full moon. She’d arrived later than she’d have liked, having trouble sneaking past the knights who’d been stationed around the palace’s perimeter, but as she climbed off her horse and surveyed the area, she spotted a dark figure perched next to a row boat at the edge of one of the docks.

Her boots tapped against the wood under her feet as she walked quickly towards the figure, the only sound other than the quiet swishing of waves that could be heard for miles. The figure stood when they saw Sharon nearing.

“You’re late.” Natasha said.

“The palace is practically on lockdown, forgive me,” Sharon answered. “And not all of us are skilled spies.”

“It’s alright. I’ll still return before sunrise,” The spy offered her a small smile. She reached into the pocket on her thigh holster, pulling out a rolled up piece of parchment.

Sharon took it as soon as Natasha offered it to her, having been waiting for your response for nearly four days. She started to unroll the letter, until the other woman placed a hand on her wrist, stopping her.

“Get back to the palace first; someone might see you.”

Honestly, Sharon didn’t think there was a chance she’d be caught at the docks. But she trusted Natasha’s judgement of safety better than her own, so reluctantly, she nodded.

Natasha was about to turn away; usually their meetings were quick and almost silent. The spy was good at her job, but she was paranoid. Being in any place she shouldn’t be for longer than needed made her anxious, and she knew the consequences of her communicating with Sharon in Taria would be brutal.

But the lady’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Is she okay, Natasha?”

The redhead pursed her lips. Not that she’d seen much of you since your arrival at the castle, but you seemed to be coping well, and that was saying something for anyone who was living in Hydra against their will.

She nodded. “_____ is okay, for now.”

Sharon didn’t feel particularly comforted by the answer, but she only stayed silent as she watched her old friend climb back into the small boat and push away from the dock, into the black night. In three days, they’d see one another again. That was the agreement, unless stated otherwise. There was a part of Sharon that felt bad Natasha was risking her life to keep her in contact with you, but she knew the spy wouldn’t do it if she didn’t think she could. And she needed to know that you were okay, directly from you.

The ride back to the palace felt longer somehow. Perhaps it was the desperation Sharon felt to open your letter. Upon her arrival to the stables, she quickly returned her horse, and then she waited what felt like hours for the knights to change shifts.

Once they did, Sharon snuck through the garden using the key she’d been given when she first started working for you. Her chambers weren’t far from the garden, luckily, and while there wasn’t a knight in sight, she traversed through the long corridor to the staircase, climbing up two floors.

The letter was already in her hand when she turned the corner to the door of her room, but her heart plummeted when she realised she wasn’t the only person who wasn’t supposed to be awake at this time of night.

Steve stood tall outside of her door, his brows knitted deeply.

“Where have you been?” He asked, and the calmness in his voice made her even more frustrated. It was as if he expected she’d tell him, like he had to know everything that went on in the palace as if he hadn’t been keeping such a dark secret from her, his friend.

She stared up at him, not bothering to hide her anger. “Steve, move.”

It was obvious she’d left the palace, her thick cloak was wrapped tightly around her shoulder, and she had on her brown riding boots.

“Is this a game to you?” The blond man gestured a hand towards her. “Sneaking out of the palace in the dead of night doing who knows what?”

“Does it appear to you that I’m playing some sort of game?” 

“You are acting out.”

“Oh my,” Sharon scoffed, balling her fists, feeling the letter crumple in her palm. “I do not need a lecture, Steve. I don’t need anything from you. Just go back to bed.”

Steve huffed, his eyes lowering to the princess’s letter in her hand. Sharon tried to quickly put it behind her back, but the valet was already asking more questions.

“What is that?”

“Nothing. Leave me be, Steve.”

“It’s something to do with _____,  isn’t it?”

There’s a silence, a silence that gave the man a definitive answer. Steve’s brows furrowed further, and the lady only grew more frustrated. She was doing something to help you, that was more than he could’ve said for himself.

“Tell me what you’re doing, Sharon.” He insisted, and while Sharon’s plan was to keep the letters to Hydra a secret, she couldn’t find it in herself to not defend her actions against Steve.

She held up the letter, glaring at him. “_____ is alone right now in a different kingdom. The kingdom of Hydra, for goodness sake! This is her one connection to Taria, Steve. To us. She needs to know that we’re trying to—”

“If King Alexander found out you were sending letters to her, you could be killed. _____ could be punished. You are doing much more harm than good—”

“And what are you doing, Steve? You act as if nothing has happened! You eat breakfast and train in the courtyard and wander the markets as if one of your dearests friends wasn’t taken right under our noses only a week ago! You sleep peacefully at night when you knew exactly what was going to happen, knowing you kept it a secret for years from _____.”

“How can you say all of this?” Steve retorted, looking more hurt than angry at his friend. “How can you say I’m doing nothing? The queen refuses to attend court as she is so miserable, and the king spends all of his time comforting her. I've been speaking on his behalf to the council every day, trying to figure out a way to stop the marriage, trying to find a gap in the law that means Hydra have to return the princess. I was the one who had to send a notice to all civilians explaining her sudden departure. And I haven’t been sleeping well at all. I lie awake every night, knowing I kept the agreement secret, knowing I was not a good friend for doing so. My loyalty may officially lie with the king, but I should not have put his wishes above _____’s, not in that instance. I know that, and you have reminded me of that every waking moment since she was taken.”

Biting harshly on her lip, Sharon huffed a breath. She had no idea what to say, what to think. Steve was the most selfless man on the planet, perhaps. And he was given the in on an agreement that was inevitably going to be carried out. It was simply his choice as to whether he told you about it earlier or let you live in ignorant bliss until everything came to a sudden halt.

“What would you have done, if you were me?” The man asked, his tone calmer. “Would you have told the princess of her fate to come? Let her wallow during her few years of freedom before inevitably being taken away?”

The woman looked up at him, shaking her head lightly. “The agreement was made decades ago. Things have changed.”

Steve shook his head, a frown etched deeply onto his lips. “Hydra hasn’t. Hydra will never change.”

With that, the valet finally stepped aside and made his way down the corridor, leaving Sharon to stand alone, motionless, in front of her bedchamber. She hadn’t even noticed the letter falling from her limp fingers onto the ground by her boots.

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The blizzard-ridden week in Hydra came to an end eventually, and you took it as an opportunity to finally get some fresh air. Though, you weren’t quite brave enough to venture outside the castle walls. Instead, you found the nearest balcony to your chambers on one of the higher levels of the castle, and as you leaned your clothed elbows on the snow-covered railing, you inhaled a relieving, chilly breath of winter air.

Next to you, as usual, stood the soldier. You were more used to having his company than not, now, even if he was extremely quiet in your presence. But it kept playing on your mind, the flicker of emotion in his eyes after Natasha called him by a (his?) name, the notion that he may not have been The Asset in that moment, but a man.

You turned to look at him. He stood in his normal stance; shoulders straight, hands behind his back, ready to clasp at his sword if need be. Eyes staring straight ahead, lips sewed shut. Snowflakes got caught in his dark hair, and perhaps it would’ve been a pleasant sight if he didn’t look so disinterested. 

“How is your leg?” You decided to ask; it was the first words you’d spoken to him since he returned to his shift, and you’d immediately requested you take a walk around the castle. The altercation with Natasha that night was his first act of proper protection, even if the spy was no actual threat, and you feared it may not have been the last.

The soldier didn’t move a muscle, only his lips to respond nonchalantly. “It is fine.”

You pursed your lips, arguing back and forth with yourself internally as to whether trying to talk to your protector was a good idea, nevermind asking about the break-in. But you figured that the worst that could happen was that he didn’t respond, despite the fact you desperately wanted him to refrain from being so stone cold. It was frustrating, being constantly in the company of someone who refused to speak more than a word at a time to you, but you guessed King Alexander had a say in how the soldier interacted with you. It was likely he’d forbade him from speaking to you unless it was utterly necessary.

But the king wasn’t present now, and you had questions. Questions that only the soldier could answer,

“Did you know her?” You looked up at him again, watching closely for any slight change in his expression. “The woman that broke into my room?”

His stoicness didn’t falter. “No.”

It wasn’t a lie. Natasha had told him she knew him, that his name was James and that he had a life before he served as a soldier for the king. But for all he knew, she could’ve been making it all up. For what reason she would lie, Bucky didn’t know, but he was still on the fence about the redhead, despite a deeply buried part of him that recognised her as someone he’d met before.

“She called you a name: James.”

He had nothing to say. There was nothing he could tell you that wouldn’t be a repeat of what Natasha had told him, which again, could’ve been complete untruths. And he wasn’t supposed to be conversing freely with you. Really, he wasn’t sure why you were giving him the time of day, rather than the prince you were set to marry.

“Why?” You persisted when he essentially ignored your statement. It seemed that he’d only offer you a response when he was directly asked a question,

There was a pause. If anyone had ever granted him the notion of conversation before during his time as the Asset, then he still couldn’t imagine it was anything similar to the way you were speaking to him. He was used to orders, not questions. Still, your questioning was futile. He knew as much about himself as you did, following his last wipe. Simply, he replied: “I don’t know.” 

You sighed, tapping your fingers against the railing in thought. “Maybe you did not know her, but she seemed to know you.”

“She could’ve hurt you,” The soldier stated. Ironically, the both of you knew that wasn’t the spy’s intention at all. “Why does it matter?”

Didn’t it matter to him? That someone other than you, someone integrated into Hydra’s royal workforce, might’ve suspected he was more than just superweapon? “Well, she is the only person who has referred to you by anything other than ‘soldier’ since I've been here.”

You watched him closely. To your surprise, his eyes were no longer piercing into the cloudy sky, but set on the snowflakes dotting the balcony railing. His mouth didn’t open to respond, but you could tell that your words had affected him, in one way or another. 

Insistently, you pressed the matter. “Don’t you want to be addressed by a proper name?”

His eyes returned to observe the castle grounds. “I can do my job without one.”

“Tarian knights use their names,” You said, the corner of your lips uplifting at the thought of Commander Wilson and his cavalry. ”To refer to them only by their job titles would feel… demeaning.”

That was the reason, of course, that the king stripped the soldier of any personality he may have had and called him the Asset, the Winter Soldier. It was a lot easier to control a person who wasn’t treated like one,

Bucky watched as snow continued to blanket the ground below. He took your word for it. As far as he knew, he’d never stepped on Tarian land. If he had, he had zero recollection of doing so. King Alexander made sure that all he knew was Hydra, all he knew was freezing temperatures and cruelty and war. It was curious to him that you would mention your homeland, considering even he knew that those who travelled to Hydra for whatever reason rarely ever saw their own kingdoms again. Especially those who were taken there against their will.

“You are not in Taria anymore, Your Highness.” He found himself uttering. His words were spoken without malice; if anything it was a mere reminder that Hydra was indeed not Taria, and you would do well to remember that if you were to live there for the rest of your life. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw your head snap towards him.

Did he think you had forgotten where you were? Was that what he saw you as, a naive little girl who had yet to realise why Hydra had such a terrifying reputation?

Pushing yourself to stand up straight, you suddenly felt like returning to your chambers. Your narrowed eyes remained on your guard, who was only standing there as if you weren’t even there. His lack of expression infuriated you.

“You’re right, I am not.” You responded bluntly, before turning around and beginning to walk back through the corridors of the castle.

Bucky turned around then, continuing his duty and following you back to your chambers. Though instead of staring straight ahead as he walked, he looked at the back of your head, at you. He hadn’t meant to upset you, he didn’t even expect anything coming out of his mouth to mean anything to you, a royal princess. It was usually his sword and his hands doing damage, not his lips and the words that fell from them.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a figure turned the corner, an all-too familiar man who by the looks of it, found exactly what he had been surveying the corridors for.

You stopped in your tracks as Brock stood before you, smiling as if he knew your heart had begun to beat faster, that you dreaded the moment you would ever have to speak with him again.

“Princess _____,” The man greeted you with a nod. “How convenient. I was just looking for you.”

“Convenient for you, most unfortunate for me.” You straightened out your skirts, refusing to let your nerves force you to cower in front of him.

Brock just scoffed, not even pretending to practise manners in front of a princess. He hadn’t even spared a glance at the soldier yet. “I was coming to check on you, see how you’re settling in.”

“I am anything but settled here. This isn’t my home.”

“You are much too stubborn for a lady,” He narrowed his eyes. “Prince Isaac will not find that appealing.”

“Who are you to speak on the opinions of the prince?” You retaliated, not appreciating the interruption of your walk back to the chambers only to be harassed by a man with more time on his hands than he likely should’ve had.

Unimpressed with your attitude, Brock took a threatening step towards you, but Bucky was quick to join your side and press a hand to the man’s chest, easily stopping him from getting closer.

The man finally acknowledged the presence of your guard, moving back so his hand dropped from his chest. He breathed a sardonic chuckle, meeting the soldier’s eyes.

“Do you really think I would lay a hand on her Highness?” He teased, glancing back at you. Then he shook his head, staring you in the eye now.

“Speak in such a way to the king, Princess. Then you will face the consequences.”

You clenched your jaw, though you felt more at ease now with the soldier’s arm still putting a barrier between you and Brock.

“Speaking of the king, he has requested to speak with you in the throne room. Now.”

So, that was the real reason he was looking for you. Not just to torment you for his own enjoyment, though he took his time carrying that out anyway.

Silently, you followed Brock down the levels of the castle to the ground floor, your guard following close behind. This was only the second time you’d ever been inside the throne room, the first being when you first arrived. Even the king you never saw much of, thankfully. But that also meant he was spending lots of time with his advisors, doing or planning what, you were fearful to know.

When you entered the throne room, your stomach tied itself in knots at the sight of King Alexander, sitting right at the far end of the room, atop his enormous throne. His lords and advisors stood to his side on the steps leading up to the throne, and soldiers scattered the walls of the room.

“Princess _____, it is good to see you again,” The king spoke grandly, his voice echoing throughout the hall. Brock guided you further into the room, so you were stood at the bottom of the steps. ”Even better wearing Hydraen attire, this time.”

You weren’t exactly complimented by his words; you were wearing a green dress dark enough that it could be mistaken for black. It lacked the intricate patterns and mix of hues that your dresses used to have, and they always seemed to pinch too tight at the waist.

The king glanced at your guard, who had followed you right to the throne, before lazily gesturing a hand and saying: “Soldier, wait outside.”

There was a moment where your guard didn’t move at all, and you almost wanted him to defy the king, to insist on staying close. But then, he stepped back, and you heard his boots thudding against the ground before he exited the room, the door shutting behind him loudly.

“Did Rumlow ask how you were settling?” The king asked off-handedly, as if he wasn’t interested in hearing an answer.

“Yes, he did,” You said, looking up at the man. It was rather patronising, trying to stand your ground to a man on a throne while standing not even at his feet. “And I shall tell you what I told him. I have not settled at all, this isn’t my home.”

Sighing, the king shook his head. You wished men would stop doing that, shaking their head every time you spoke as if you were saying silly things. “In time, you will learn that your defiance is a waste of time. Alas, I did not request your presence to make meaningless small talk.”

Your stomach turned.

“The wedding will take place in two weeks.”

Perhaps you should’ve anticipated that wedding talk would be happening soon, but the mention of the event still made you sick to your stomach. Two weeks. Two weeks left of being _____, Princess of Taria.

“It would happen a lot sooner,” King Alexander proceeded. “But there is business I must attend to first. Until then, you have your own work to carry out.”

Your brows furrowed. Your own work?

“Very important work, indeed. You will be keeping up appearances, alongside my son.”

“I don’t understand.” You uttered honestly, though the king looked far too pleased with himself for him to be eluding to anything good.

“You see, Taria is perhaps the most influential kingdom in the world. Other kingdoms have been trying to mimic its way of ruling for centuries. There is not a kingdom on this planet that would go to war with Taria, that would betray them under any circumstances. And now, Taria’s princess is to marry the Hydraen prince. Taria is to form an unbreakable alliance with Hydra, and that will make a statement.”

“If other kingdoms see that Taria has allied with Hydra, that they have let their treasured princess start a new life here, they will be open to make negotiations with us. To form new alliances. Hydra will become more powerful than it already is.”

Sick. You felt physically sick. The king had already tortured you and your kingdom enough, kidnapping you from your home and forcing you to marry into his bloodline. A bloodline with a horrific and unforgivable past. And now he was going to use you to force other kingdoms to make ties with him, ties that he’ll use to empower Hydra and Hydra only.

“No kingdom will stoop to allying themselves with you,” Your voice wobbled as you spoke, and tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Not willingly.”

“Then they will befriend us against their will. We are no stranger to war.” The king shrugged. It was petrifying how indifferent he was to starting wars and ruining lives. Other kingdoms would give anything to prevent bloodshed and ruination; Hydra carried out both without remorse.

“I won’t pretend I am happy here, that being here was my decision,” You shook your head, fists balling at your side. The king stood from his throne, and began to descend the steps as you continued. “I won’t pretend I am not miserable, I won’t lie—”

A loud gasp left your lips, interrupting your own tangent as the king’s hand struck your cheek, the man stood on the step above you now. “You will do what I tell you to, girl. You are on my land, living under my roof, and I am your king.”

The hit was hard. Personal. Blood seeped from your bottom lip. King Alexander always got what he wanted, and he wouldn’t let a young princess ruin his plans of making Hydra richer, stronger. The hit wasn’t a punishment for defiance, but a warning that if you didn’t play your part in his plans, the consequences would make a slap across the face look like nothing.

“You will travel with Isaac in the morning to Asgard. You will put on a smile and aid your betrothed in proposing a trade alliance to King Odin, and should you do your job correctly, they will accept.”

Asgard? Starting with Asgard was a bold decision, even for King Alexander. Even if King Odin was an older king, relatively stuck in his ways from when he was first crowned, when going to war was something to celebrate and not fear, you couldn’t imagine the Asgardian princes would be so easily convinced. You’d only met them when you were a child, during your only visit to Asgard, since it was on the opposite side of the world to Taria. Whether their opinion would sway their father’s, however, you had no idea.

As if he could hear your confusion, the king spoke aloud: “King Odin and I have known each other for a long time. He will agree to a deal, I am sure of it. And so the dominos will fall, one by one, until Hydra has friends in every corner of the world.”

The plan was unfeasable, wasn’t it? No monarch would do it, let their kingdom be tied to Hydra in a way that will only hurt them when Hydra inevitably betrayed them. But at the cost of a threat of invasion, of war, perhaps King Alexander’s plan was perfect. And it was perfect because you were the core of it. The wolf in sheep’s clothing, convincing the kings and queens that Hydra was a worthy alliance, lying to their faces that you were happy to be engaged, happy to live out the rest of your days in the most feared kingdom on the planet.

When the king finally dismissed you, you walked quickly through the throne room doors back into the corridor. The soldier stood right outside, and his eyes caught yours as soon as you appeared next to him.

They flickered to your bust lip, stayed there for longer than he’d ever looked you in the eye.

It was you who moved first, desperate to return to your chambers as quickly as possible, and of course, the guard followed after you. It was still morning, yet you were set on not leaving your room anymore that day. Every time you did, you begrudgingly ran into Brock, or you were tormented by the king, or you had to force a smile when spending time with Prince Isaac because he genuinely seemed like he was trying to make you feel more at home.

It didn’t work. Taria was your home, and you were not in Taria anymore, as your guard had iterated, as if you weren’t reminded of the fact every second of every day.

After Bucky opened your bedchamber door and let you walk through, he caught one last look at your injury before you disappeared into the room. The princess, so usually prim and proper, with blood on her chin and an angry cut on her lip.

As he shut the door behind you, he considered there may’ve been a reason the king didn’t want him by your side while he spoke with you, her protector.

Maybe because before the king’s hand could’ve left his side, Bucky would’ve seized it with his own metal hand, and squeezed tightly until he felt every bone crack and snap in his palm, until the crushed bones pierced through his skin and blood trickled through his silver fingers, and all he could hear was the king’s cries of sheer agony.

The king didn’t realise that if he couldn’t suppress his violent nature when it came to you, he was going to have to deal with the consequences he set up for himself — ones he set up when he reassigned the Asset as your guard, no longer his own.

Next time he raised a hand to you, King Alexander would not be so lucky to get away with it. Bucky was sure of that.

[areislol]

key to survival: zombie apocalypse! au

ft — xiao, kaeya, diluc, scaramouche, thoma, dainsleif, venti, gorou, albedo, ayato, bennett, childe, chongyun, itto, kazuha, razor, xingqui, zhongli warnings — long, brief mentions of blood, heavy angst in some parts, i am writing this in a romantic way, not platonic. if you wish please just leave out all the romantic and lovey-dovey words out and just look them in another way if u want. a/n — i am 100% guaranteed that i'll be making a part 2 of this because i need to add a girl version.. i would add them rn but i feel like i should make another part dedicated to them. please send in requests for this series i really need ideas and you guys are my only hope, it also seems like i've been writing a lot of angst lately which is quite concerning but anyways, enjoy this!!

recommend listening to: nobody - mitski + lo que siento - cuco

they act like they dont care about you, always brushing you off when you try to lend them some band aids or whenever you start up a conversation - they cut you off saying that "there's no time to talk". but if only you knew how much they loved and cared for you they'd kill anyone who tried to hurt you, humans or zombies. they'd put their life on the line just to make sure that you're okay and safe but (ofc) they wont show it. whenever you've leaving to go out to scout some food, or just leaving to check if the area is safe to go out and find necessities, their eyes will always be on you, making sure that no zombie is within your vicinity - if they are they'll be killed in no time. after a few weeks they'll eventually give in and spark up conversations with you, the more they talk with you the more protective they become. they will not allow you to go out or check if the area is safe to go out unless there's someone that they fully trust is guarding and protecting you. though they are always acting serious - whenever you're alone with them, the atmosphere and their demeanor changes. they become more.. calm? like all the burden they've carried finally releases. they smile more often day by day when you're around them, you're like their stress reliever - killing zombies is not an easy job, but once you're smiling and waving at them it just seems like all their energy is up and running, slaughtering the zombies while reminiscing and thinking about your smile. yes, he's that lovesick. if you've ever gotten attacked or.. died, they would never be able to forgive themselves. if you've gotten attacked they would straight away tend your wounds and force you to stay in bed until you've finally recovered. but if you did, pass away - they'll mourn your death forever. never letting the image of blood covering your stomach and face go, they would never forgive themselves, not one bit. they'd keep anything that still remains of you, your necklace, rings, your clothes - anything that remains. they'd carry your body and if they could, bury your body where a tree still remains, the most beautiful and delicate tree on earth, you deserved it. they would have reoccurring nightmares of you screaming, screaming their name - the look on your face. when they encounter such zombies who had taken your life, or just any zombie they would kill them instantly - going on a killing spree, trying to get rid of that feeling of dread. they really do care for you, and hopefully you understand that. they'd put their life on the line for you, they would do anything in their power to keep you safe and secure. never letting any monster attack nor touch you one bit. perhaps once this world becomes less of a mayhem, when there are no more zombies and monsters - they can finally be with you in peace and maybe confess to you, where a world without zombies and violence - they could stay by your side forever, just with you. looking at you with heart shaped pupils - you were and are their paradise. bonus: they sleep in the same room as you, most of the time they stay awake just to make sure that you're safe and sound. makes sure that no one looks at you while you take a shower by the lake - keeps an eye out for any zombies of course. secretly lends you some sweets they found. xiao, scaramouche, dainsleif, albedo, diluc, xingqui

always fun and nice to hang out with, though they're extremely hyper and always cracks jokes at the worst time - they're a good fighter. they know how to use their weapons and has great strength along with their amazing tactics. whenever you hang out with them they're always making sure that you're smiling. they would hate to see you cry or just frown. always clings onto you while talking about their day and what they saw, if they ever encountered a zombie while you're right next to them they'll practically throw themselves right in front of you while using their weapons to kill the zombies. they know that you're strong and could easily handle them by yourself but the thought of you getting hurt easily makes them want to not let you fight. you are a strong person and they are self aware but what if you got hurt? what if you've gotten hurt and they weren't there? who would help and care for you? those are the questions that they always keep in mind - they wont let you out of their sight, not even for a few seconds. their cheery and bright side always brightens your day and that makes them happy. they make sure that you dont forget to pack your backpack and make sure that you pack and get all the essentials. they make sure to note down what area they're in and makes sure to know what path they're on. backtracking is one of the first things you need to remember and they'll gladly do that. they always make sure that you're doing fine and well. will always lend you their food first, you before them. bonus: though bennett is known to have "bad luck" he tries his best to be the absolute best and help you. they will always try to cheer you up - if you have any worries or is just scared about the future/what'll happen to everyone they'll immediately comfort you and reassure you that everything will be okay if "we just stick together"(which is true) - they'll also try to make things that you might've had during your childhood/before the apocalypse happened, even if it's just a toy you used to play with or even just the clothes you wished for but never got. venti, thoma, chongyun, bennett, zhongli, ayato

afraid of losing you, always drags you along where ever they go - they will NEVER let you go(unless you go to the toilet or shower, etc), though you could call them a goof ball they are extremely paranoid of losing you and often has dreams of you dying. always helps you pack your bags and often takes your place to go and hunt - they don't want you getting hurt. makes mental notes on what you like and what you dont like, so maybe in the future they'll buy it for you or even make it with the help of others, if there was ever a situation where they had to choose them or you, they would choose you. they'd rather die and let you live, they'll be watching over you in the after life still. is glued onto your side, whether you're going out of the base to gather some plants or just anything that could be useful - will help you while you're doing your job. while you're grabbing all the cans filled with food, they're right behind you - keeping an eye out for any zombies that may have heard any noise or just have wandered there, holding the gun while scanning the area - "are you done yet y/n?" "no im not, just a few more" lets say for example, you two are in an abandoned building - you were paired up with them as the others went the opposite direction to see if there was anything in the building that could help or even benefit them. you two encounter a group of zombies and in a blink of an eye, they've already killed them. not even allowing you to think or even take notes of what just happened - before you could even process anything you were being hoisted up and you were being carried by them(princess carry) - "wha- what are you doing?!" "there are are a horde zombies right behind us, dont move so it'll make it easier for me to carry you." bonus: whenever you're sleeping or about to sleep - they'll read you poets or stories(maybe even sing you lullaby's) sometimes they tell you stories of where they came from, their family and friends, how they used to live, you two would be talking about how life used to be become disaster struck. you both fall asleep on each other - you on their lap while they're sitting up, leaning on the wall. when the others wake up and you two like that, albedo draws the it so he could show you two later on, during a hunt, instead of the everyone killing any nearby zombies, they're killing zombies AND talking to you, saying stuff like "how was sleep?? hm? ;)" and many more. you know, i think you get the idea. itto, kaeya, gorou, ayato, childe, razor, kazuha, dainsleif

note: if you would like to be added to the genshin zombie apocalypse! au taglist pls just ask me!! dont be shy <3 another note: part 2 coming soon ^^ currently writing a SUPER LONG post :) sorry if it's not that accurate.. i just wrote whatever and tried to see who would match that.. please send in requests or scenarios!! i wanted to talk about how they would act around you on a daily basis but i dont have the time to write that.. if this flops im going to cry real tears. liking + following + reblogs are highly appreciated ^^ > have a great day, reader <

[roscgcld]

DAYDREAMING!AU || new reality

;request: rn i’m obsessed with your writing & the daydreaming!reader<33 but i also love angst so what would happen if she ended up getting really hurt protecting another student - hope that wasn’t too weird.. again, i love your writing !!

note: ahaha, i am glad that a lot of people enjoy my daydreaming!reader works; she is also one of my babies as well >< and originally i wasn't going to do this cause i had no idea on what to write - but i had managed to layout a rocky plan before i got some bursts of inspiration lol. ended up becoming too loud though ><” I am sorry for that~

pronouns: she/her

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“There is a chance that she will never wake up from this.”

Shoko gave the others in the room a concerned glance as she glanced up from her tablet, hating how silent it was besides the quiet beeping of the machines around the occupied bed. Laying in the bed was Y/N, a breathing tube carefully inserted into her mouth with the ventilator beside her being the only thing that’s keeping her oxygen levels normal. “The amount of damage she took was quite large. And even though she had managed to regulate quite a strong barrier of Curse Energy around her at all times, it wasn’t enough to brace her for the impact of her being slammed into the build.”

The mission shouldn’t have ended this way - the first and second year students were sent on a mission to deal with a few Finger Bearers that had appeared in the city due to the lack of sorcerers on duty at the time. They were under the care of a few First Grade sorcerers, all hand-picked by Yaga-sensei to ensure the safety of the kids.

However, things rarely go to plan in the jujutsu world.

Yaga-sensei sighs softly as he leans back into his seat, his eyes glancing over at his student that was clearly battling to stay alive. Guilt started to eat him from the inside out, since this was technically his fault. Sure, everyone knows that there is no way that you can go on a mission without enduring some casualties. But the fact is that this was not what he had expected for the outcome to be.. “I am going to kill them myself.”

“G-Gojo-san!” Ijichi hissed out as he glances over at the white haired shaman in the room with wide eyes, the man having been leaning against the wall opposite from the hospital bed with his arms crossed over his chest. His head was tipped forward with an almost too casual expression on his face, yet anyone can tell the barely suppressed anger that lurked underneath. An anger that was only a few moments away from exploding. “You can’t - don’t say things like that!”

“And you expect me to sit back as they failed to save the children?” Gojo asks in a loud voice, effectively squashing whatever confidence Ijichi had built up inside of him. The hand that was resting arm tightened, the veins at the back of his pale hands started to protrude out as Gojo’s anger started to show itself. “I need a good explanation on how their incompetency put our student in this state. 5 First Grades against 3 Special Grade Curses? With 7 talented students by their side and they still can’t handle it? Give me a fucking break.”

“Not everyone can be like you, Satoru.” Yaga-sensei finally mumbles out as he rests his forehead into his hand, fingers pinching at the space between his eyes tiredly. “If anything, it was my fault. I had underestimated the brains of the Finger Bearers, and because of that, all my calculations were wrong. I put retrieving the fingers over numbers. So if you want to find someone to be angry to, the blame is on me.”

The room went quiet after Yaga’s explanation, both Ijichi and Shoko sharing a caution look before casting a glance over at the blindfolded man. After a few tensed moments Gojo pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the hospital room without another word, closing the door behind him quietly; a stark contrast to his usual habit of either slamming the shoji doors too hard, or leaving it open completely.

That out of character move definitely had Shoko sighing in concern. “That idiot...I hope he’s not going to do anything stupid.” She mumbles softly before she turned back to face the young girl laying on the bed, quietly reaching over to brush her fingers through the soft strands that had fallen over Y/N sleeping face. “You better wake up soon, sweetheart...I worry that this might finally push him over the edge.”

Occupying each seat outside of the small waiting area in the infirmary were the other students; wounds bandaged, yet their anxiety was palpable in the air. They had heard what had happened, yet were sheild by the other sorcerers who had called for back-up. Last they heard of Y/N was a scream before what sounded like a building collasping. “Do you think Y/N-senpai is alright?”

Yuji was the first one who dared to break the silence, glancing up from his clenched hands before him to glance at the others. “I mean...it must have been bad, since she was charted off as soon as back up arrived.” Yuji mutters softly as he tightened his fingers together, trying to stop them from shaking. He felt awful - if only he had spared a few seconds to glance over at his senpai, maybe she wouldn’t be in the condition she’s in now. “It’s not every day you’re rushed straight to Ieiri-sensei’s office...”

“...If there is one idiot who can pull through, it’ll be her,” Maki mumbles out quietly after awhile, looking away from her kouhai to stare down at the wooden floors of the building they were in. “Even if it’s bad, she always pulls through it...there is no reason why she can’t do it this time.” She mutters softly just as a pair of footsteps came towards them, causing everyone to look up at the approaching figure. 

Gojo paused when he spotted the others, the question they wanted to ask was clear as day. And for once, Gojo wished that he was able to reassure them like he always does. For him to be able to put up the act that everything was alright, that everyone will be okay. 

But he knew that it’ll do no justice if he did. “Is she...is she alright?”

The question that fell from Yuta’s mouth was left hanging in the air for a few moments, the sliver of hope they had moments ago slowly dimming with each passing moment. Quietly Gojo slipped his hands into his pockets, his blindfolded eyes downcast; too scared to see their reactions. For once, he wished that he was not the one to break the news to the students. “Y/N-chan...might not recovery from this.”

His words sent shock waves through the students, yet he balled his fists up in his pockets to continue with what he had to say. “She hit her head too hard...and if she was not subconsciously protecting herself with Cursed Energy all the time, the impact would have caused her skull to crack in two on impact. But it still took a lot out of her person, and Shoko said that-”

The sound of a metal chair being thrown backwards echoed across the room, causing Gojo to look up just in time to see Yuta standing up with wide eyes as he hastily tried to calm his friend. “Maki, you need to calm down.” He tried to reason with the girl, who had her backed turn to the group, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket. “This isn’t your fault-” Yuta tried to reason, only to pause when Maki just silently started to walk away, leaving with no more but a loud slam of the main door that echoed down the hallway once more. 

For a few moments no one said anything else, yet the first one to move was Megumi; who turned to face his sensei. “Can we visit her?” He mumbled out quietly, to which Gojo just glanced over at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Usually people talk to someone who is in a coma. Might jolt them awake or give them encouragement to fight harder...I am sure Y/N-senpai will get lonely if no one visited her..”

“Why not?” Gojo said after a few moments of thought, giving his students what he hope was a reassuring smile as he turns a little; nodding down the hallway. “Shoko managed to stabalise her condition. Just make sure to sanatise your hands at the door.”

Quietly the group of students followed behind their silent sensei, keeping close to one another as if they were trying to give each other comfort. The walk to the room seemed too far, the door seeming to grow further and further away from them with each step. It was if it was trying to stop them from seeing the truth; yet they didn’t stop. Yet soon they found themselves standing before the smooth door; the single grey name plaque with her name written in black resting in the silver plaque holder. “Right, here we are.”

After everyone was handed a blob of hand sanitiser and had wiped it onto their skin, the small group entered after a quiet knock to the door. “Y/N-chan, I’ve returned with the others...minus one, that is.” Gojo hummed out in delight as he made his way towards the bed, a silent gesture for the others to do the same. “You know Maki-chan though. Once she finishes beating herself up, she’ll come running back. She always does~”

Quietly the others made their way into the room, eyes scanning over the beeping machines and many wires connected to the sleeping girl. “Y/N...senpai..” Nobara mumbles out in shock, her eyes resting the ventilator; not believing that a girl that was bounding about the college earlier today now needed help to do something as simple as breathing. “No way...there is...”

A warm hand rest on the top of her head, Megumi quietly giving her a form of comfort whilst his wide eyes stared at the bed before him in shock. No one dared take a step forward, like they were standing on the other side of a fragile glass bridge that was moments away from breaking. “Y/N..”

Gojo felt the hole started to eat inside of him as he watches how his students were staring at their fellow classmate in shock. Quietly he settled down in the only seat at the corner of the room, watching from the shadows at how the others will react to seeing her in such a state. The first person to snap out of it was Yuta, who quietly places a hand on Toge’s shoulders before giving it a light squeeze. “Shall we go and say hello?” 

Quietly Yuta made his way towards the bed, only to hesitate one step away from grabbing onto her hand. He stared at the frail hand, a simple IV needle carefully taped on the back of her palm for a few moments; a clear look of uncertainty on his face. Yet he took a deep breath, and with a trembling hand, carefully took Y/N’s cold hand in his. “I...Hi, Y/N...” Yuta mumbles quietly into the hospital room, voice barely heard over the constant beeping of the heart monitor. “Sorry...we took awhile to visit...and sorry that Maki isn’t here...I am sure she’ll drop by when she is ready though.”

The only response he got was the sound of the steady beep of the heart monitor, to which he just tighten his grip ever so slightly on Y/N’s unmoving hand. He could hear the soft giggle that Y/N would let out at his words, and if he felt tears welling up in his eyes as he hears her voice bouncing around inside his head.

“It’s alright, Yuta-san! I am sure you were busy before that. And I know Maki-chan will come after you leave - but you didn’t hear that secret from me~”

The silence of the hospital room made Yuta sick to the stomach, the idea that he might never hear Y/N’s voice again started to really sink in. Her usually warm and familiar touch felt cold and lifeless, causing Yuta to carefully tuck her hand underneath her hospital blanket; as if he was trying to warm it up once more. “I...I am going to go grab her favourite stuffed animal from her room. I am sure she’d love to have something of comfort whilst she’s here...if you’ll excuse me.”

Without another word Yuta just walked out of the room quietly, Yuji being the only one turning to watch his senpai leave with a look of concern. Out of everyone Yuji was definitely the one who seemed to be able to hold himself together the most, so it was no surprise when he was the one that went next. “Yo, Y/N-senpai,” Yuji greeted quietly as he walked towards the hospital bed, easily dodging all the wires and such. After all, this wasn’t his first time visiting someone he cares for in the hospital. “Can you hear me? I hope you can - or not Fushiguro might lecture me for being loud.”

The other sorcerer couldn’t even find his voice whilst Yuji continues on; his voice soft yet soothing as he looks down at his senpai with nothing more but a soft smile. “I know you’re trying your hardest go come back to us, and you’d probably tell us that we’re not the ones to blame. That you’re a big girl now, and things like this happen all the time.” Yuji continues, the only indication to his change of mood was the slight quiver that was hard to hide. Yet Yuji continued on anyway. “I hope you know we miss you...and we’re worried sick that you’re in the state you are now. But I know that you need some time to rest up, and soon you’ll be back on your feet again, right? ‘Cause..b-because that’s how you’ve always been.”

Silence enveloped the room once more, with Yuji just not sure on what else to say to her as he stared at her pale face. The other three in the room sort of just huddled together, all of them unsure of what to say to her. They weren’t the best with emotional words - beside Toge, who usually doesn’t use words at all - so asking them to keep their tone in check whilst referring to their unconscious classmate is a little too much for them.

So after awhile Yuji decided to lead them out of the hospital room, giving Gojo a parting smile before he closes the door behind him. Leaving him alone as he stared at the slumbering figure of his student as he rests his elbows on his parted knees. Quietly he rests his head in his hands, eyes closed as he tried to push back the light migraine that was coming on. He hates that it is his duty to break the news to the others - her parents, her elders. Heck, he has to give a call to Nanami and Utahime to tell them the bad news. 

If it was anything else, he wound be more than excited to blow their phones up. But this? He wishes that the duty was handed to someone else - because he himself doesn’t even believe that this was happening in the first place. 

He wishes that this was all just a terrible nightmare.

Maki quietly pushed the window open as she climbed in from the roof, the doors of halls of the infirmary long going silent; cicadas chirping away in the night sky. Maki quietly stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, eyes racking over Y/N’s sleeping form, to the amount of machines that were working by her side to make sure that she’s alive. “Hey, idiot...I’ve arrived.”

Quietly she made her way towards Y/N’s bedside, her eyes clouding over with an unreadable emotion. If she was being honest, she didn’t know how to react right now. On one hand, she was pissed - she is pissed off because she could have done something to help Y/N. Maybe if she was just faster, just a bit more aware, maybe if she was training to try harder. Maybe if she can just try harder-

A loud slap sounded across the room, Maki having pulled her hand out of her pocket to slap across her cheek hard to snap out of the spiraling thoughts. The burning sting on her cheek reminded her to return to reality before she started to trash the room out of anger, something that she and Y/N had been working on for some time now. Y/N would always say, “You should never turn to anger and violence to deal with your issues!”

Maki wonders what her reaction would be if she had saw Maki slapping herself so hard that there was a light handprint on the side of her cheek. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”

With a tired sigh Maki settled down in the seat that Gojo had occupied earlier in the day, keeping her eyes on the steady heart monitor; her eyes following the spike that indicates the faint heartbeat of Y/N. “Who the hell knew that it took an entire building to really get you hurt.” Maki sigh as she tore her eyes away from the screen, looking down at her boots quietly; examining all the scuffs and scratches on marring the smooth leather. “Call me stupid, but I really thought that it’d take more than that. Remember when you had jumped out the window of the 10th floor and left with no more but a bruise? You were crying about it ‘cause you couldn’t wear dresses for about 2 weeks.”

Maki let out a tired laugh at the memory of finding Yuta trying to reassure a crying Y/N when she found the bruise on her knee; Yuta just patting her head with the most amused look on his face whilst she cried her eyes out at the idea that she can’t wear her cute dresses until it cleared up. “Imagine what will happen when you wake up from this? God, that is going to be a pain.”

A soft sigh left Maki’s lips as she glances over at the stuffed sheep that Yuta had brought from her room; along with a few more random stuffed animals that surrounded her head like a halo. This caused her to smile sadly as she rests her head on her shoulder, watching her for a few minutes without saying anything. Maki had always been bad with words and emotions; with all the things she had gone through when she was younger. Wording how she feels and emotions are not Maki’s favourite thing to deal with, since she wants to keep this badass, strong woman front she has on all the time to prove something to her elders.

“You better wake up from this, or not I am going to kick your ass.” Maki mutters after a few moments, getting up with a tired sigh before she casts her another glance at Y/N. Without missing a beat, she reaches over to brush strands of hair away from her face, warm hand resting on her head for a few moments before she places a few parting pats on her head; something she had always done when she needs to leave for a mission or a meeting outside of school. 

“‘Night, brat. Wake up soon, okay?” Maki mutters, and with a final sigh she made her way towards the window she climbed in once more, quietly shutting it behind her after she hauled herself over the railing. It was only in the dead of the night that Maki quietly lets her tears fall, biting her lip hard to stop whatever sounds that were threatening to leave her lips. 

Because at the end of the day she is stubborn, and refuses to believe that this might be her new reality.

A week had passed since the day that the others found out that Y/N had fallen into a coma of a sorts, and everyone would visit at least once just to see if there is any sight of change. That there might be a sign that she was going to wake up soon. And there were slight changes; a few days after she had been admitted she was allowed to get off the ventilator and rely on oxygen instead. But she was still in bad shape.

Nanami tries to make time to drop by to visit as well, coming over to quietly read pages of the book that he was reading. Whenever Y/N was sick, she would call Nanami over the phone and ask if the man can read to her; something about how she finds comfort in his voice that puts her at ease. And since Ieiri had encouraged them to talk to her more for stimulation, Nanami takes the time to read to her after a long day of work. It brought him some comfort as well, listening to the constant beeping of the heart monitor and the humming of the other machines around her.

Gojo would sometimes drop by as well, only to berate Nanami for his ‘boring’ book choices; and an unconscious Y/N has to endure two adults arguing about book choices and how Gojo’s titles are definitely not appropriate to even bring onto school grounds.

Besides the occasional argument, sometimes Gojo will prop his phone up against a vase of flowers that Yuji brings so that Utahime can FaceTime him; the students from the Kyoto side being able to see and talk to the slumbering Y/N. For the most part, everyone was shocked that she was in the state she was in; having never expected such a bright and talkative person can fall into such a state.

The most distraught one was definitely Todo, who had almost jumped out of his seat and make a full on dash towards Tokyo if it wasn’t for Noritoshi and Mai joining together to restrain the man, along with Principal Gakuganji threating to hold him back from their planned trip to Tokyo the following week that had him calming down.

But barely - the man is still more than ready to just up and run across the country just so he can be closer to his ‘beloved Y/N-chan’.

Every day, without fail, Toge will come into her hospital room with a new accessory to pull her hair back into; carefully brushing her hair out and applying dry shampoo so it wasn’t greasy to the touch. Once he was satisifed he’d carefully style her hair back so it didn’t get in the way of her checkups, taking his time with everything so he gets to spend more time with her. He doesn’t say much, he usually finds that doesn’t whenever he is around her; so he takes his time when he does her hair in hopes that she can feel that he is there for her.

Yuta and Megumi will find time after classes to go and visit her together, telling her about everything that had happened whilst she is asleep. Sometimes Nobara will visit as well, must for the most time she’d come alone in the evening after dinner to just rant to her about everything that she found annoying that happened over the day. Nobara usually stay until Ieiri comes to kick her out, hoping that Maki might come in as well to visit Y/N.

But Maki never does - yet everyone knows that Maki finds the time in her day to go and visit her like everyone else. However, no one dared to ask her how or when she does it. They’ve accepted that it was probably a sensitive subject to her, and that it’s off limits to ask her unless you want her to ignore you for the rest of the day. Gojo had learnt it the hard way when he had teased her, only to be thrown out the window of their classroom by an annoyed Maki.

Even his Infinity is no match for that woman’s wrath.

Days soon led into weeks, with slow but not so encouraging signs of improvement from the young girl. The elders of her clan and her parents had visited the college as soon as they can, and had kept tabs with every single thing that is going on with her. There was no denying the fear of her suddenly relapsing once more, and soon it will become too much for her parents to bear. The idea of keeping Y/N around, knowing that she is in so much pain, just for their selfish want of keeping her alive was a reality they want to avoid. 

The once vibrant and lively campus soon turned gloomy; the hallways of the school quiet without the familiar sound of bunny-themed slippers running across its worn-out flooring. The chime of a familiar giggle was missing in the air, along with a dreamy voice that just never seems to stop; no matter what time of the day it is. There were days where the others forget that Y/N was not there to make dinner for the night, or she wasn’t there when they want to ask her opinion about something. Her room, which once served as a sanctuary for the students who can’t sleep at night, now became too painful to even walk past on certain days.

Yet everyone tried their hardest to go on with their days, knowing that it was what Y/N wanted them to do. If they were to allow their grief to consume them whole, they knew the delicate routine they had rebuilt would crumble before them. And if there is one thing they can do to keep Y/N’s memory alive, is to live their lives to the fullest. To try and cherish each and every day, no matter how painful reality is without her by their side.

They have to try, for her sake.

It wasn’t until a month passed when Yuta had came running into the lunch hall, looking like he had seen a ghost as he tried to catch his breath. “Okkotsu-senpai?” Megumi asks in concern as he looks over at the older man, putting his tray down to try and give his panting senpai a hand. “Are you-” He asked, only to have Yuta put a hand up to stop him as he took a few deep gulps of air.

“A-Awake...Y/N...Y/N is awake.”

Within a few seconds the students were sprinting across campus, none of them believing what Yuta had said until they have see it for themselves. What is usually a 10 minute walk from the lunch hall took about four minutes with them sprinting, possibly annoying half of the cleaners of the school that they were breaking the no running rule. Yet they didn’t stop even at their annoyed outcries, the simple wooden door of the infirmary almost coming off its hinges at how hard Maki had thrown it open.

Maki was the one who pushed the hospital room door open, causing the people in the room to jump in shock. Including Y/N, who had let out a soft squeak of shock; her voice hoarse from not using it for so long. The others blinked in shock at the sight of Y/N’s bright eyes meeting theirs at the doorway, ones that blinked before she gave them the biggest smile she can muster.

“H-Hi.” Y/N mumbles softly, to which Nanami just gave her a rare smile as he gently rubs her back, Gojo smirking softly as he recorded the reactions of the others by the door. He had gotten over the shock a few moments ago. “Don’t strain yourself, Y/N-chan. Remember what Ieiri-sensei said about straining your voice.” The blonde man hummed before he turned his blue eyes over at the shocked students as well. “And that goes to you too. If you all stress her out, I am not against tossing you all out.”

Y/N made a noise and turned to try and reassure the older man, not noticing how the others were staring at her in shock. The first person to move was Maki, whose eyes look suspicious wet as she stormed into the room. “I am going to kill you.” She growled out loudly, to which Y/N jumped before she held her arms out for protection; feeling a shiver of fear go up her spine. Yet before she can make a move to stop her, Maki suddenly wrapped her up in a hug, the arms that Y/N held out to try and pacify her angry classmate freezing from the unnatural reaction from Maki.

Y/N blinks for a few moments before she smiles softly and wraps Maki up in her arms as well, gently patting her head as Maki silently wets her shoulder with her tears. “I know.” Y/N mumbles out softly before her eyes met the others, giving them a soft smile as she gently gestures to the others to enter her room. Soon there was just a huge ball of crying teenagers hugging one another on Y/N’s hospital bed; Gojo and Nanami having moved aside to give them more space for their reunion as they watched on from the other side of the room. “Should we stop them?”

“Nah, we might get murdered if we try.” Gojo said with a hum as he grins over the sound of intelligible crying, looking over at Nanami who had a ghost of a smile on his lips at the sight. “Besides, this is great content. I never had a video of Maki crying before.” Gojo admitted, to which Nanami’s smile dropped as he looked over at him in annoyance. 

“Why am I not surprised at all?”

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[lizzielikeborden]

2 Shots

Request: No, I need more of those rn, so for now I am just writing whatever pops into my head

Authors Note:  I don’t know what’s going on with Tumblr rn, i’m not sure if my tags aren’t working or if the fandom is going downward, if there’s someone else or another fandom anyone wants me to get into feel free to send requests.

Summary: Heck no it’s gonna be a surprise. 

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of gore, cursing, fluff (sorta?)

In the foggy dark no stars were visible in the sky. Only half of a full moon was visible, and streetlights could barely mimic the idea of light. Stepping outside the fog was warm and humid, the rain had quit thirty minutes ago. The walk home was only five minutes to the gate and then god knows how much more time to get up the hill you lived on. You had only planned on being gone 5-10 minutes but not wanting to walk home in the rain you stayed inside the small shop. Which you had gone into just to get a new head for your toothbrush and some hand sanitizer to keep in your car since the one you had was incredibly low. The parking lot was vacant as the store was closing right when you left. 

“Bye.” You turned and yelled a bit so the store clerk who so generously worked the night shift could hear you through the class as she turned the sign over to close and turned the lights off.

She smiled and waved back. You put your small grocery bag on your arm and walked the way you always did, cross the road, and go over to the left side of the crosswalk. Once over there you stopped for a moment to reach into your back pocket, pulling out your phone and then your earbuds. There was no reason for you to be nervous or scared, this was basically routine. At least twice a week you or another family member would be out of something and that little shop was easier than driving all the way into town to the crowded stores full of tourons.

 Music blaring in your ears you noticed you were somewhat near Rafe’s house. The two of you were snapchatting each other blank snaps back and forth because he was half asleep. He was all bundled up in bed with a blanket half over his face, eyes halfway shut. Yours were mostly of your shoes walking against the pavement or your eyeballs. You took another step to the next street light and took a picture of your ear, the street was visible as were small strands of hair. Suddenly your music was off and he was calling you. 

“Hey?” You picked up, leaving your earbuds in you left your phone in your hand. 

“Why are you still out?” He mumbled moving the blanket accidentally hitting the speaker.

“I didn’t wanna walk in the rain and it was pouring.” You heard tires behind you and slowly moved farther away from the edge of the pavement. 

“You could’ve just asked me to come get you.” He grumbled clearly not happy with the fact that you stayed in the store 30 more minutes than what you had planned because of some rain. 

“I’m sorry I didn-” You turned around as you heard footsteps, the person who was in the car had parked and was walking toward you. 

“Hi? Do you need help?” You couldn’t see who it was in the dark fog at all, not wanting to spook the stranger you didn’t turn on your phones flashlight. 

“Babe who are you talking to? Hello?” Rafe was no longer speaking in a tired manner, rather he was wide awake. 

“Oh come on you can’t even recognize me?” The voice was all to familiar and the physical form of the guy you had dropped, more or less quit talking to for Rafe, was 9 feet away and approaching quickly. 

“Look, I am just going home, I really don’t wanna deal with this right now Y/EX’S/N” You took steps backwards, you could tell he was incredibly angry.

Rafe’s side of the phone no longer had a voice but you could hear him moving around. 

“Yeah you never wanna deal with it. You left me for the king kook I get it. But here’s the thing, just because he has money doesn’t mean he can protect you.” You put your hands up to cover your face the moment you realized you hadn’t taken any steps at all, you were frozen, a deer in the headlights. 

The feeling of a steel toed shoe collided with your left knee cap and you fell to the ground screaming. Your earbuds fell out, your phone was shattered and cutting into your leg as you rolled over off of it. That same feeling hit once again but this time into your ribs making you cry and cough. The idea that you were gonna die right there on the pavement was incredibly present. 

“See! I could’ve protected you. You can’t protect yourself, look how weak you are.” He went to kick your head but missed and ended up kicking you in the shoulder. Your knuckles had scraped the pavement, bleeding and sliced open. You moved your leg again as he looked down at you squirming. More glass from your phone screen dug into your hip and thigh. The knee he kicked was out of place, you could see the difference. When you side eyed him to see what he was doing he had a knife pulled out of his pants pocket.

“I didn’t wanna have to do this, but you’ve given me no choice.” He bent down next to you and held your right arm down with his leg, using the hand without the knife he covered your mouth.

“You ignored my calls,” he sliced right against your arm above your elbow crease, “ignored my texts”, he put a deeper cut above it, “and now look at you.” 

As he went to drive the knife in one more time placing it on the veins nearest your hand on your wrist your ears started ringing. It sounded like a firework had been set off next to your ear. Suddenly, his body fell on top of yours, his weight crushing you, you grabbed the hand over your mouth and moved it up with ease. You couldn’t hear yourself but you began screaming again as you saw another pair of quick footsteps approach. You couldn’t hear but you could turn your head. Rafe crouched down to settle you down gun in hand talking to you. Using his other hand he moved hair out of your face and wipe the all the fast falling tears he could catch off your face. He dropped the gun next to your head and moved Y/EX’S/N off your body turning him over on the pavement. You slowly sat up on your own, Rafe saw and rushed over to help you. Looking past Rafe, you could see Y/EX’S/N body in a huge pool of blood, eyes open, laying there flat.  A bullet hole was in his head, and another in his chest. His blood was seeping over to you connecting with the palm of your hand. It took Rafe Cameron two shots to kill a man. You began to cry harder and panic as your hearing was coming back. You lifted your hand and began to heave.  

“Hey hey, it’s okay.” He rubbed his hand on your back, and wrapped one arm around your waist. 

The moment you stood your knee collapsed on your and you screamed. He didn’t let you fall but instead picked you up bridal style. He paused from walking and looked over your body with worry and anger in his eyes. Rafe could see how beaten up you were and he was more than happy that the man was dead.

“Shhh you’re gonna be okay its alright.” He whispered in your hair, you put your head in the crook of his neck sobbing. Taking the hand of the arm that was holding your middle he caressed your face. Rafe was walking gently not wanting to shift you around and make your injuries worse.

Once he made it to the car, he kneeled down a bit near his car opening the door and setting you inside. You took in a deep breath and winced as bending that way hurt your injuries worse. Rafe shushed you and kissed your head trying to help you shift and get comfortable. You couldn’t look at him, keeping your head forward he crouched down and held your hand in his. 

“Hey I will be right back, we’re gonna take you to the ER I promise, but I’ve gotta take care of this first.” He let go of your hand and not wanting him to let go, not wanting him to leave, not wanting him to touch Y/EX’S/N’s body again you grabbed his hand and tightened your grip. Rafe leaned into the car, kissing your temple. 

“You have to let me go, I promise I’ll be like 2 minutes.” He gave your hand one last squeeze and you released his.

You looked over at him, he was covered in blood that had come off of you, he gave you a sympathetic look and shut the door. You couldn’t even cry, the shock was just too much, tears just fell. It was like all the pain in your body was gone, only the shock and fear that now boiled in your stomach making you want to throw. Rafe just killed a man, but he was acting so normal about it. Like that wasn’t what he did, there was no shock in his eyes, no worry. He was just concerned about you not the horrible crime he had just committed. You could see him, he was on the phone, gun in hand. He left Y/EX’S/N there on the side of the pavement, Rafe gave him one last emotionless glance before leaving him there. He walked slowly back to the car, opened the door, shut it, got in, and sat the gun between the two of you on the middle consul.  

“Are you okay?” He started the car and began driving, taking one hand off the wheel he grabbed your hand that was covered in the blood moving his thumb over your knuckles.

You didn’t know how to answer him, you didn’t know what to say or what to do. He was as crazy, actually crazier than Y/EX’S/N. But he had never hurt you, he’d never even threatened it. Tears never quit falling, but they worsened as you felt Rafe’s eyes on your body.

“Baby?” He squeezed your hand again, you could feel the wet blood getting slicker between the two of your hands.

You turned to look at him, squeezing his hand back and taking deep breaths you answered him, “I’ll be o-okay.”  

“I love you.” He brought your hand up to kiss lips and kissed it. A blood spot was now on his face and he didn’t even wipe it off. 

“I love you too.” You whispered...

[0risha]

✗ khan requested the prompt :: "i’ve never been kissed before so you volunteer but i decline, we’re best friends and it would be weird, but a couple hours later i lay awake in my bed and i can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you and suddenly i regret what i said" + getou THE BRAINROT IS REAL RN 😭 [ also sending u kithes mwah mwah <333 ]

✗ pairing :: geto x gn!reader

✗ xetou's note :: khan if you're seeing this ily muah muah. I forgot your new @ 😭 I could've sworn you just followed me lmfao. but thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it. sorry that it's a month late (─.─||）

"You've never kissed anyone before?" Geto cranes his head towards you, bewilderment written in his features.

"No." You shrug nonchalantly even though your body thrums with high harmonies of embarrassment. You bury your head further into your book but the words are a blur. To your dismay, only murky, undecipherable letters form.

"Why's that? You're not ugly or anything, far from it." His voice is gravelly, formally set. He truly didn't know the effect he had on you.

When you sigh and tense, the air grows stagnant, your best friend's gaze on you doesn't help. You refuse to meet it, you're convinced that if you were to meet his eyes, he'd probably let out a laugh.

Geto had probably kissed a surplus of people, he was more of a playboy then Gojo was — just more gentlemanly.

Before you can utter your words of reason, you sense him shuffle closer to you, the bed you're both laying on creaks in protest.

"Is it alright if I kiss you?" At his words, your breath hitches in your throat. You sneak a glance at his face to gauge his seriousness. Geto rarely ever did anything upon instinct — unlike Gojo — he was a logical thinker. Immature at times but never to the extent. (The extent being Gojo Satoru)

But when you note that he was indeed genuine, your mouth runs dry as you hiccup out an answer. "S-sure."

His eyebrows raise, almost as if your previous words weren't expected. With one last nod and a lick of lips, Geto inches closer to you. When he invades your space, you're suddenly thrown into a state of hyperawareness.

You nearly short circuit when you're reminded of how good he smells, it's a mix between being woody and cedar-like with peeks of citrus. Nonetheless, it's warm and familiar. Albeit, a symbol of friendship between you two.

A feeling of hesitance crawls within your chest as you slowly pull away. It'd been through a brand of cologne you'd gifted him for his birthday when he was still a first year, an entity to reference the bond between you two, a platonic one. Not this. Not a kiss. Kisses wouldn't mean anything to Geto but frankly, it made things awkward, you'd seen how things like these morphed in the movies.

Coincidentally, the ones you watched with him.

"Uh — Suguru?" His brown eyes flutter open and meet yours. He hums in confusion. "I-I don't think we should do this..." You'd treasure this friendship with delicacy, even if it meant furling your feelings into dust.

"Why? It's just a kiss." His head tilts once you turn away, a heavy sting piercing your chest as you curse internally.

Of course it was just another kiss to him.

Whilst you fiddle with your fingers, you're tempted to go through with it, to feel an inkling of what it meant to feel his lips on yours but you shake the thought away.

"Reasons." You purse your lips as an air of awkward silence settles over you two.

Sensing it as well, Geto rolls over and turns to leave but not before ruffling your hair. "I'll see ya later, I need to catch some Z's."

You wave back, a dull ache zapping through a specific area in your chest as you watch his retreating figure. "See ya."

When you hear the door click shut, you flop back onto your bed and cover your eyes with the palm of your hands. You will yourself not to cry then and there but your internal chants are useless. Your vision blurs as your eyelids tense, your chest pathetically heaving in. Small sobs stagger out from your lips as you stuff your face into your pillow.

Love was so damn annoying. For now you'd just focus on exorcising curses, that's all you were destined to do anyway.

It was harder said than done, you decide hours later as you peel your covers off of your body. The little hope Geto had planted into your mind had sprouted into something else entirely; snapping jaws from vines that seeked closure.

You'd maybe get a kiss in, pour out your feelings and call it a night. Crazily, you snicker into the dead of the night as you place your slippers on to your feet. Things like these wouldn’t end a friendship, right?

As you stand face to face with Geto’s door, you’re convinced that it most definitely could. If basking in the aftermath, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him, ever. The amount of students — or the lack thereof — wasn’t an aid to your growing anxiety.

“Y/N?” Your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. Did he somehow sense you at the door?

“I was just about to go to your dorm room.” He states, an almost shy look clouding his usual proud demeanor. 

Your tongue feels thick as you stare up at his figure. 

“Did you need anything?”

“Y-yeah. Uh–” You nod your head as you worry your lip between your teeth. “Just wanted to say that I kinda like you?” Your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets as you slap a palm over your mouth. Your eyes dart from his face to your feet.

“Oh yeah. Me too.” Skeptically, your gaze finally finds rest on his face.

"W-" you start.

"Y-"

You both laugh. His is hearty and causes your gut to tug. You had always liked his laugh. 

"You go first." You point at his chest.

Slightly, he shakes his head and nervously rubs at his neck. “I’m not good with these kinds of things.” A curtain of hair falls from his futilely tied bun to obscure most of his vision. By your sides, your hands twitch. A want to run your fingers through his medium-length locks encasing your senses. 

“Me neither.” You agree, shuffling side to side. 

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Your head whips towards him in shock, he places his hands up in defense.  “I-I-If your okay with i–”

“Yeah, please kiss me.” Your words contrast with your actions as you're the first one to pull closer. His large hands find purchase on your waist whilst yours find it on his jaw. With closed eyes you brush his lips past your own.

They’re soft, just like you imagined. Deciding that it’s not enough, your hand inches higher to settle in his hair. You sigh as his lips finally slot over your own. The kiss is slow and endearing, almost dream-like. You wouldn’t put it past you, the dream-like feeling that is.

You take note of the soothing circles he plants on your back and his mint breath that mingles with yours. 

Before the kiss can go any further, he’s pulling away. Though he doesn't move that far, his breath still fanning your face.

“For this being your first kiss, you're not bad...” His hands are still on your waist, his eyes digging into your shy ones. You identify the adoring look in them, you're sure that if he looked closed enough he could probably see the same through your gaze.

“Thank you?” 

“You wanna touch lips some more?”

You snicker, his rare humor always shone through at the weirdest times. “Yeah, something like that.”  

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Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader

Word count: 1,043

Warnings: emotional fluff, mature content in part two

Summary: You and Henry are both single could this mean you have a shot

The bitter cold snatched you back from your soft slumber. Hesitantly, you’d fallen asleep in your recently former home. A year of arguments, your boyfriend had finally let you go. The mental abuse was over. Sure, on paper the two of you looked great and historically, he’d always been there for you even for your last red carpet, where you’d freaked out over the swarm of blank faces mindlessly taking photographs. But when the camera were away he was different- your relationship was different. For months, you refused to sleep with him which only made him worse but your mind could no longer cope with the tormenting juxtaposition of life and spotlight. It all came crashing down a month ago when he left. Praying that he’d never comeback, you had hurried to clear out your heartbreaking home.

So here you were, a ghost of a once joyous woman barely awake on cold floorboards in the empty apartment. Buzz. The harsh vibration of the mobile tore your thoughts from the hollow hallway. Softly, your fragile figure swept to the blue light of the cellular device. Blinking rapidly, you refused to accept the reality of the caller. As much as you needed to curl up into a ball rather than taking to anyone, you knew the relentless support and love that would await you on the other side. Taking one last look, the blue light was not deceiving you. It wasn’t him. It was Henry. You couldn’t have answered the phone any slower if you tried but the gallons of tears threatened to flood your excavated heart.

“Y/N/N, you don’t need to talk I just need to know that you’re still breathing okay… can you do that for me?” Your nickname uttered from his lips like a soft hymn. Suddenly, a wave of relief soaked your mind as you let out a deep breath- one you didn’t know you held in. Henry’s comforting smile could be felt through the telephones that connected you both.

“I’m going to be outside in 10 minutes because we both know you don’t want to go to you mothers house, don’t we?” Henry continued as he let out a small but warming chuckle. Picking up on the sounds of crushing traffic, you nodded.

“I may have played Superman but even he doesn’t have super powers that let you see through phones” he smirked. As soon as the words registered in your mind, your cheeks shot to a shade of deep crimson.

“We do.” Releasing a light giggle, you responded sweetly. Ten sweet minutes felt like months as the thought of seeing Henry sent your heart into a fluttering mess. Should you feel like this? He was your friend. The one you called at 3 am because you thought you heard someone breaking in but Henry never complained. For the last 11 years, Henry was overjoyed every time your name lit up his phone. Although, he always wished it wasn’t because he was your person. He wanted to be your partner. The more you think about it, you two were always passing ships. When Henry was in a relationship, you were available and vice versa until now. For five years Henry watched you loving and caring for your former boyfriend and you sat by while he got his heart broken time and time again.

Honk. It was time to face the hurricane. You dragged yourself off of the still cold floor and hobbled your delicate body to the door for the last time. Was this it? Was this what you wanted? Was this what you needed?

Honk. Henry sat patiently in his deep blue Bentley. Although his mind swarmed with different scenarios of how today would pan out, Henry was helplessly searching for you. Stumbling out of the apartment block, your hair is thrown into your face by the autumn breeze. Trembling with excitement, Henry’s face lit up when he saw the stumbling state you were in. Like a gentlemen, the godly man jumped from the car and to your side in the blink of an eye. Courageously, Henry opened the passenger seat for you. Of course Henry had opened doors for you before but this time was different. The shallow breath of the husky man trickled down your neck as his large arms guided you to the seat.

Tall and handsome, Henry left into the drives seat and pulled away from the haunting memories of your former home. With each press of the accelerator, you felt the air get denser until you finally heard the husky man clear his voice.

“ Kal’s been really excited to see you again.” He muttered while turning momentarily to face you. Before facing the road again, the two of you locked eyes but only for a split second. At two and ten, his warm hand clutched the steering wheel.

“I missed you.” The sadness of his voice rung in her ears like a headache. It was true. Like a snake, one of Henry’s claws disappear from the steering wheel. Since you started having problems with your former lover, you couldn’t bare Henry’s pity. Eventually, a warm hand graced your exposed thigh. The sensation sent chills through to your core. You shouldn’t feel this way? Right? But his large hands applied enough pressure that he’d leave no marks but too hard to be classed as gentle.

“Henry, I-“ your words failed you as the car came to a stop outside a very familiar home. Once again, you meet his gaze; his warm honey gaze burns holes in your calm exterior. Drowned in silence, Henry’s hand moves away from your thigh but your arm jumped to keep him close. Taken back by your quick movement, Henry’s eyes widen but you can’t help but fall deeper into his spell.

Woof. Both yours and Henry’s gaze was snatched by the bear like dog’s bark. Sighing softly, Henry retracted back into his seat before jumping out hastily to courteously open your door. With grace, you swung your legs out into the fresh air. Goose bumps created seas over your exposed legs. Dashing and daring, Henry bent down and lifted you from the car. Trembling in his arms, you were overwhelmed with emotions but you never wanted to let go.

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Suptober Day 1: Harvest

The Harvest Festival (An In Lebanon-verse fic)

Teen / Mechanic!Dean/RN!Cas / Destiel / 1,312 words

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Castiel squinted into the dying light, the autumn sunset nearly blinding from where he sat on one of many hay bales spaced out around the Lebanon town square. Children squealed as they ran around him, chasing each other with bubble wands, their faces painted with pumpkins or maple leaves or done up like scarecrows. Other adults watched amused, snacking on fresh kettle corn or apple cider on their own hay bales nearby. The wind kicked up and mutual brrr sounded through the crowd, everyone huddling closer together or pulling their jackets tighter around them.

“Woo gonna be chilly once the sun goes down.”

Dean plopped down onto the bale next to him, hands full of treats which he promptly started handing over to Castiel. “That’s cast iron brewed hot chocolate, a state fair favorite. I got a candied apple to share - shut up and take at least one bite, I know you don’t like apples but humor me here - kettle corn, some taffy, and of course,” Dean dipped a hand into his jacket, producing a beat-up old flask, “some ‘shine to keep us warm.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows and Castiel rolled his eyes, but a smile was tugging at his lips. “You got the blanket from the car right?”

“Yeah,” Castiel shifted to the side so Dean could tug it from underneath him.

“Perfect.” Dean tossed it around both their shoulders, fussing with it until they were cocooned inside the old army wool, their bounty spread on their laps. Dean leaned over and planted a wet kiss on Castiel’s cheek. 

Castiel watched as Dean wiggled closer to him, their thighs pressing warmly against each other as he snagged a few pieces of kettle corn then reached for the stick of the candied apple. The sunset light painted his skin golden, the freckles smattered there starting to fade as the summer sun left them for the year. His long lashes were especially visible at this angle, green eyes alight with joy as he licked his full lips, eyeing the treat for a moment before settling on a place to bite. He opened his mouth wide, teeth sinking into the sticky coating and breaking the skin beneath with a satisfying crunch. Castiel felt a smile tugging at his lips as Dean made a disgusting slurping sound to try and keep the juices from sliding over his chin. Castiel reached out with a thumb, smudging over the stubble there and catching the sweetness before it could slide down his neck. Dean hummed, bringing up the hand holding his hot chocolate and used the back of his wrist to dab at the corner of his mouth.

“‘Fanks,” Dean said, mouth full and Castiel huffed a soft laugh, his hand moving to run down the back of Dean’s head, nearly covered by the stiff blanket around their shoulders. Dean looked over at him. “‘H'wha?”

Castiel shook his head, eyes still shining as he repeated the motion, Dean chewing contentedly as he wiped at his cheek again before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. The sun was nearly gone now, the only light from the blank screen down the street and a few of the street lamps on Main. Dean held the candied apple up to Castiel’s lips, offering him an easy bite from the side of the one Dean already took and Castiel dutifully obliged, grimacing a bit at the tartness of the Granny Smith but hummed as the sweet caramel balanced it out. Dean grinned.

“Told ya.” Dean’s shoulder nudged into Castiel’s and Castiel lifted his cup of hot chocolate to keep it from sloshing. “Gimme some kettle corn will ya?”

Castiel lifted an eyebrow but Dean merely opened his mouth obnoxiously wide and Castiel rolled his eyes as he gathered some kernels in his hand and shoved them in. “You’re a heathen.”

“Yeah, you love this heathen.” Dean chewed noisily. “Show should start soon.”

“I can’t believe this many people come out for the Peanuts Halloween special.”

“‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’ is a Halloween staple. I can’t believe you’ve never actually seen it.”

“I pegged you more as a scary movie guy.” Castiel threw some kettle corn into his own mouth.

“Oh, I am. Once we’re done here it’s back to my place for a slasher fest.”

Castiel groaned. “I told you I hate scary movies.”

“Why?” Dean asked, head tilted to the side as he went for another bite of his apple. He smirked before sinking his teeth in. “Scared?”

Castiel huffed. “No. They give me nightmares.”

“So… they scare you.” Dean waved his apple as if punctuating his point.

“No, I’m not scared of them. They’re stupid.”

“But they give you nightmares. So, you’re scared.”

“The movies do not scare me. What they inspire my mind to conjure up while sleeping does.”

“Ah, surely a distinct difference,” Dean rolled his eyes and Castiel nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey don’t spill my chocolate.”

“Don’t be obnoxious.”

“I’ll protect you from the big bad scary slasher, Cas. Don’t you worry.” Dean grinned and took another obnoxiously large bite of his candied apple. “Cuddle you all close so nothing can get you.”

“Plus you have a gun,” Castiel pointed out and Dean’s eyes widened.

“Exactly. If Jamie Lee Curtis had a .357, Halloween would have been a whole ‘nother movie.”

Castiel groaned. “I hate that movie.”

“Good thing we’re watching Nightmare on Elm Street then.” Dean shimmed happily, sipping at his hot chocolate and Castiel wiggled as he whined.

“Dammit, Dean. I’m not gonna sleep for a week.”

“Oh I‘ve got ways of putting you to sleep,” Dean smirked at him from the other side of his half-eaten apple and Castiel actually felt himself blush, glancing around for anyone who might have heard.

“Freddy Kruger kills you in your sleep, Dean,” Castiel pointed out and Dean rolled his eyes chewing laboriously before discarding the last of his apple on the ground next to them.

“Then I know just how to keep you awake don’t I darlin’” Dean leaned in, nibbling at the side of Castiel’s neck and he felt his cheeks heat up. 

“Stop it.”

“Don’t think I will.” Dean nuzzled behind his ear, breathing hot against the lobe before biting it gently. “Ya know this is a pretty big blanket…”

“If you think I’m giving you a handy in the middle of town square during a children’s film you are sorely mistaken, Winchester.”

“If you think I’m not gonna try and give you a handy in the middle of town square during a children’s film you are sorely mistaken, Novak.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Dean’s hand slithered across Castiel’s stomach, pulling him closer. “Trick or treat, sweetheart.” 

“People are staring,” Castiel murmured, eyes moving around them and noting a look of disgust on a few faces. Castiel fought a sense of shame at their disapproval but Dean only pulled him closer. 

“Let 'em stare.” Dean’s hand went to Castiel’s cheek, thumbing at the corner of Castiel’s mouth and Castiel looked back at him, his stomach bottoming out at the low fire smoldering there. “You’re all I’m lookin’ at.”

Castiel’s manic chuckle made Dean grin, knuckling at Castiel’s now burning cheek as he looked down at the small space between them inside the blanket. “You’re a sap.”

“I’m on a bit of sugar high. Makes me sentimental,” Dean grinned bringing his cup to his lips and sipping. “Also I love you and it’s starting to get disgusting.”

Castiel barked a laugh, nearly spilling his hot chocolate but Dean steadied his hand. “Is that so.”

“Yep, whether you give me a handy or not.” Dean let his forehead rest against Castiel’s

“So romantic,” Castiel teased, his nose nuzzling against Dean’s. He was just about to lean in for a kiss when Dean pulled back, head turning towards the darkening screen.

“Shhh… the movie’s starting.”

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summary: no one's evil au lmfaooo but make it pt. 2

character/s: anastacius de alger obelia, claude de alger obelia, athanasia de alger obelia, jennette de alger obelia

and here's part 1 <3

oh my god okay. okay. so.

ana, claude, athy and jennette - they go on a LOT of vacations

claude complains every single time but anastacius pulls his trump card and sends athy and jettie BOTH after him

u think he's strong enough to say no after that? lmao jokes

and their vacations always go this way:

jennette: isn't this scenery just gorgeous, uncle

claude: indeed it is. and...quiet

jennette: ...too quiet

[cut to anastacius in the distance, fighting a bear as athy cheers him on]

athy + anastacius, hands down the most chaotic pairing yes i will not be taking criticism

they have tea in ana's palace everyday, just the two of them, they're so poised and picture perfect through the entire thing everyone thinks it's just the emperor giving profound advice to his heir

it's actually them deadass scheming,,, ana has no qualms discussing everything from court gossip to military tactics, both of which she's so on top of all the time

if anyone shit talks jennette or claude, this tea party is where their slow and agonizing demise is planned out to the dot

[true story - count sivan once made the fatal mistake of expressing his favour for athy as the next empress, dissing jennette by comparing her to athy sm which inevitably sparked a debate that ranked the princesses. a week after athy's sources informed her of the kindling behind this new debate, the count's sudden divorce became the talk of the town, and the man's business faced bankruptcy all of a sudden. the sivans still haven't recovered.)

athy n jennette were actually allowed to visit kiel in arlanta a few times, except it was too dark at their first arrival, postponing the meeting to the next morning

buttt then jettie can't sleep and she decides on a midnight snack run (their hotel doesn't really have the maids the palace does, but oh well. she's left the palace w lucas n athy plenty of times)

felix tags along btw, he knows this trip is important to the girls since they're leaving the palace without their Overprotective Papas™ for the first time and want some sense of independence, but... she's just so smol n he couldn't bear it if anything happens so he just shadows her

she totally knows he's there

n e ways so there's a juice place right beside their hotel which she aims for, but when jennette reaches it, it's closed

and out of nowhere, a voice addresses her - "hey you, do you come here a lot?" she nearly jumps out of her skin at the brunette, relaxing when she sees he's literally a kid around her age and not a murderer lmfaoo "me neither," he continues without waiting for her, pouting at the closed sign, before he asks for her name and whether she's new in arlanta

she confirms that yes, she's only visiting, and refuses to tell the stranger her name, still feeling strange at being addressed as 'you' for the first time (well, minus lucas, but he was like her brother and had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, so)

he eyes her. "you're so weird. i've never seen a girl out so late before, and alone too. are you stupid?"

(felix has his sword out at this point)

she's flushing now and has no idea why she's still out here, but then this stranger kid apparently senses her mood and tells her the best ice cream store in arlanta is not too far away

(he also explains he knows someone who's starts doing weird things when she's hungry as well, and tries to defend that ice cream is actually a healthy midnight snack, "you can just take a healthy flavour like strawberry or mango, mangos are healthy,,right"💀️💀)

so jettie has travelled all the way from obelia, she loves her papa but he would have a heart attack if he found out she was ever awake this late?? yeah bc she's never getting this chance again, jennette accepts the offer

the stranger boy seems to be taking the whole "i'm not telling you my name," thing like a joke, and asks what he should call her since 'you' was getting boring

she goes with "lady j" and like a knight, the boy becomes "sir c"

(felix is on the verge of committing a crime - the princesses can only have one knight, after all)

they walk as the the boy navigates the streets in the dark, and she asks whether he's from the academy, seeing his uniform

"of course i am! you could probably tell bc i look so smart, right?"

she snorts. "yeah, that."

she also comes to know that this guy,,,well he might as well be a tourist? she's out here asking stuff like "oh where's the statue of lady alphia?" or "aren't we really close to the museum where they keep the first emperor's sword?" and he goes "lady do i look like your brochure?? but if you turn right from here there's a cool arcade and across the street from there is the best street food vendor you'll ever eat from."

well at least mans had his priorities straight 😌

"so can you take this off?" he asks, pointing towards her dress once they've neared the store

um???????? sir tf????????????

anyways jettie has been living with lucas n her dad farr too long to not take this the wrong way?? "...no?"

the boy raises an eyebrow "look, it looks like an expensive cloak but i promise i'll return it, alright? i gotta hide my uniform."

ohhhhhhh. 😳.

so she unfastens the cloak and because he's kinda just staring at it cluelessly (he can't even tie his shoelaces fight me), jennette sighs and moves the clothing over his shoulder, fastening it in place at his neck

he's literally a tomato when she looks back up and realises that yes, we are way too close rn

bc she's ana's daughter, jennette by default cannot function when she's flustered. so she kinda stumbles backwards like a fish out of water (years of princess training n etiquette? where art thou??) and 'sir c' has to grab her forearm so she doesn't bump into the pillar behind her smfh

the shopkeep is definitely suspicious of this pair that's definitely too young to be out so late, but chalks it down to his sleeplessness

they escape the store with the ice cream before the shopkeep can ask any questions, and 'sir c' escorts jennette back to her hotel. he climbs onto the roof of the building, helping her up as well

(felix wishes he had a magic stone to capture this moment, this is the first time he's seen jennette become such fast friends with someone)

she stands on the roof (it hurts her butt so she doesn't wanna sit)

"my sister would be so jealous right now," jennette murmurs, "she told me her ideal first date would be either a picnic or something like a moonlit walk. we're having like a moonlit picnic."

it's silent for a few seconds the boy speaks up, "is this a date?"

oh-

oh.

"i mean- i didn't- i don't- uh."

give her some time lmfao she's loading

"i don't really mind that," he tells her, and she thinks she might just walk off the roof in her embarrassment - who just says something like that?? "you're probably feeling really lucky right now, right?"

jennette: ✊😔

he does look pretty in the moonlight, she admits to herself, listening as he excitedly tells her about his siblings at home and how she should send an offering to the gods since they gave her the good fortune to be on a date with the most good looking one of all four of them

in turn, she tells him about how she spent her childhood away from her amazing dad and had gotten closer to him recently, about her sharp-witted uncle, her sister and friends

(the 'friends' section includes felix and he's melting)

she smiles - it's almost as if, at finding out he treasures his family just as much as she does, they've gotten a bit closer

and he tries to listen. jennette had guessed that his temperament was somewhat like her dad's - her dad didn't know how to listen, always making his opinion known before anything else, though she supposes as emperor he could do that

'sir c', on the other hand, tried his best, his blue eyes focused on her as he almost burst from the unsaid words he was holding back, trying to let her finish. the sight was an odd mix of sad and insanely adorable that she couldn't help but let him tell her about everything he couldn't hold in

sensing she could pass out from her exhaustion nearly half an hour later, and 'sir c' escorts her to her window and helps her sneak in bc "what sort of knight would i be otherwise?!"

(felix can't stop shaking the entire night)

the next morning, jennette's heart is pounding as kiel shows her, athy and felix across campus - the chance is low, but still...

"ezekiel!" comes a voice, and the four watch as a turquoise haired boy waves down the alpheus heir "are these the guests you mentioned?"

kiel introduces the trio to johannes vastia before asking, "where's cabel?"

"at the training grounds, he asked if you could bring everyone there so he could show them around there."

"... they're my guests though?"

athy is quick to befriend johannes (i mean she and his sister are practically the same person, so) and at the grounds, jennette's blood runs cold

(so does felix's)

the brunette doesn't notice her at first, arguing with johannes about something as kiel introduces him as cabel ernst

jennette is hyperventilating?? actually back up is this girl even breathing??

cabel ernst from kiel's letters? the 'loud and obnoxious cabel ernst', who gradually turned into 'my acquaintance cabel ernst', then 'hardworking, passionate cabel ernst', and finally 'my friend cabel'?

she'd actually rather admired this slow build of respect between her friend and the ernst boy, and had even expressed her interest to meet him

"this is the first daughter of his highness prince claude de alger obelia, princess athanasia-" cabel mock salutes the princess before his mouth forms an 'o' and he remembers to bow, "-and here's the emperor's only daughter, her highness princess je-"

andddd his eyes widen comically "-hey, lady, it's you?"

yeah jettie is on the brink of literal death - her entire face reddens as this...cabel, grins at her

she watches as he glances behind her, "and you're the guy who was following us - sup?"

felix flinches "...you knew...?"

cabel shrugs. "i mean you do kinda suck ass at the whole subtle thing."

"don't say it like that," jennette retorts, "felix was trying his best."

"princess 😭😭 you knew as well?"

"uhhhh no?"

athy + kiel in a corner: 👁️👄👁️

they watch as cabel's eyes widen all of a sudden and he just,,,runs away

...🐦...🐦...🐦...

yeah well anyway he comes rushing back a few minutes later, a piece of cloth in his hand "...*huff* here *huff*...you go."

athy totally flips out "jennette is that your CLOAK???!??"

"uhhhhh no?"

"um do you realise uncle would literally wage war at this."

and as if it would make everything better,

"i washed it," cabel offers with a grin

"you didn't," the vastia heir deadpans

"i mean, johan helped a little bit."

kiel smiles murderously at the pair. "johan, did you know cabel took the princess out?"

"wait, you're a PRINCESS??"

your honour they aren't very smart

so the group orders some coffee (milk for cabel smfh) to find out what happened, cabel mentions "date" and everything goes to shit again lmfao

kiel and felix scheme against poor cabel while athy n johan get over that stage pretty quick ("listen. MY sister will be living with ME after the marriage and if your friend wants to be with her he'll have to come with us to obelia." and johan's just like "fine by me ✌️😊") and start planning the wedding

cabel + jennette dip n sneak out of the academy again to get the juice they couldn't the night before bc shit is getting awkward here

on another note, our uncle cius' musical intelligence is actually very high - he can probably play more instruments than i can name tbh, but he feels most comfortable singing and i shit you not, this man has straight up an angel's voice

(didn't like singing in front of others coz he was secretly a nerd and only knew old love songs with deep lyrics, athy found out and educated him)

jennette tends to have nightmares often, most often regarding their family - she's seen her father murder her uncle for the throne, and vice versa, athy admitting her affections towards jennette were a front to get the position of crown princess, her uncle killing her to solidify athy's claim, etc - her family is her everything, so despite however many times these horrible scenes play before her, she's left sobbing uncontrollably

and on these nights, she leaves for her father's room, who holds her close and sings her to sleep

also lucas n jennette are like sibling duo# 1,,, jettie is an active lucathy shipper even though he denies it sm - like their dynamic is just peaceful walks in the gardens as she watches the plants n lucas shi talks the nobility and kiel

claude and athy have a thing for each other's sleeping on each other? idk it's weird

athy once fell asleep on the couch while reading with him, and claude moved her head onto his lap so she wouldn't be uncomfy sitting - well, she woke up to his hand absentmindedly raking through her hair and it was just so soothing that whenever she's tired and he's working or reading, she just plops her head on his lap and zzzz

and claude wondered what was up with that, so she proposed they switch roles and he felt so awkward trying to lay down in front of her lmao

obviously athy noticed and she just started reading, thinking he might be more comfortable if her attention isn't on him completely - she ended up reading out loud while playing with his collar and he just,,,passed out

also anastacius has definitely pulled jennette aside regarding the issue of his heir at some point - she had been hesitant at first before admitting she wouldn't like to be the empress at all

i know we'd all love to see empress!jettie and her sister duchess!athy ruling the court, but i really really really can't see her wanting the title?

so thus start athy's empress lessons, but holy shit her teacher is mean

like this man makes me want to bash his face in?? so he doesn't like the idea of athy becoming empress over jennette at all, all bc of both hers and claude's mothers being commoners

he has one of those long ass sticks that you use in presentation to point at stuff?? idk but basically mans has athy name every region, its lords and their vassals during their first lesson

the first time she gets one wrong, she's too shocked as the stick meets the delicate skin of her forearm to react

now the thing is, wmmap!athy would probably stand up against this bc her dad is the emperor and she's his only heir, but i imagine with anastacius' social nature he holds many parties / balls where she's probably heard claude's mom + diana slander and it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to be self conscious abt it (now she's the emperor's heir while jennette, 100% royal + noble blood, is right there which probably makes her feel even less legitimate)

so she endures it, the light marks on her arms as well as the taunts of his she's too smart to not understand - perhaps this is the price to be accepted in jennette's place?

and honestly, no one really notices until at breakfast a few weeks in, where jennette mentions how her dresses are still so modest when sleeveless dresses were more in fashion - ana is suspicious because athy is always on top of these things, societal trends and such, and claude is sus from the way she hesitates slightly in her answer, "i haven't had the time lately, i suppose"

the lesson after focuses on ettiquete since everyone knows she's good at politics and such already, but now tears of frustration are pooling in her eyes because what the hell?? this guy had made an opinion of her long before he even met her, so anything she did would be wrong in his eyes

he gives her a sinister smile, "tired, princess?"

"no," she insists, keeping her voice level. he's about to spout some other nonsense, when anastacius enters the room, taking a seat across from her

anastacius watches quietly as athy answers the teacher's questions in her "public" voice. he watches as her usually cheery disposition is replaced by something far more...dead, despite the front she puts on for him. he's soundless as she hesitates in her answers where she normally would've been louder, more confident. he stops watching in silence when his niece flinches at the sight of the stick

oh.

he interrupts her lesson, not missing the way she winces almost imperceptibly when he grabs ahold of her arm, announcing, "we're going."

he just- it's just that that was the moment he knew for sure - the sight of his niece emotionally disheveled for the first time reminds him too much of how his own brother had once been, and he'd... he'd promised he wouldn't let anyone hurt his family anymore

he ends up taking her to the port with some of his advisors to welcome some royal guests, insisting that she would learn better from experience rather than books - but the guest delegation gets so boring that he sneaks her out of the meeting n they end up in the streets

now athy has no idea where they are, but apparently her uncle does?? ana has his hand on her head as he navigates the streets of the capitol as if he comes here everyday, using magic to casually disguise the two of them

in the meantime?

felix is at the port trying to cover for them smfh, he makes up this huge story about how the great wise emperor wanted to familiarize his heir with the locals, understand her subjects, yada yada

back at the palace prince claude is currently dragging a man by his collar and only upon jennette's insistence does he throw him in prison rather than literally kill him

(jettie visits him later in prison to give the guy a piece of her mind, after felix's visit he's sporting a few noticable bruises and the prisoner is practically unrecognizable once lucas visits)

back to athy + ana, they end up stuffing themselves with some super good street food as anastacius confesses that yes, he has definitely been sneaking out of the palace ever since he was a lil kid

athy almost mentions that she, lucas n jettie sneak out too but that might give him a heart attack, so

"it's so pretty, uncle cius," she says, gesturing towards the necklace he holds up. once he's paid for it, anastacius fists the necklace, opening it to reveal the jewel pendant - now imbued with his magic and replaced with gold lettering of the word athanasia

and she realises that yes, that's what both him and her dad have called her all her life, haven't they?

"you're my heir, athanasia," he uncle tells her with a small smile, "i am proud of that."

getting teary, she tells him, "i'm really proud of you too, uncle cius," triggering a very flustered + blushy anastacius

this mans craves validation - not from the sycophantic nobility, or the obsequious concubines he'd dismissed all those years ago, but from the family he thought he'd neither have nor deserve

and just the acknowledgement is so large for athy - he wants her as his heir, not because she's his niece, but bc he trusts her to look after his hard work after him??? - yeah she's totally bawling her eyes out

anastacius magics her a handkerchief but my mans magic isn't that strong?? lmao he's used up so much by now that the 'handkerchief' turns out to be some scratchy tissues

awkward amirite

nope! athy laughs at that, offering him a sip of her drink as she magics another straw and a proper handkerchief lmfaoo

n e ways so when they return, everyone's shocked to learn that the crown heir, princess athanasia will actually be joining the official circles as anastacius' temporary aid - he doesn't wanna entrust her to anyone but family, and decides that the best way to learn is by his side

(she's so confused bc lucas doesn't normally bat an eyelash when she wears the prettiest gowns, but he deadass can't look her in the eyes when she's in her aid uniform - it's more like a suit than it is a dress)

yes lucas women in suits >>>>>

everyone is STUNNED when at dinner, claude proposes they leave on vacation??

anastacius is just not having it?? like no, this is not my brother, and he throws a grape at claude to check if it's a clone or sum (¿¿how does that work??)

anyays so he ain't no felix, ana's aim is ass and it hits jettie instead

mans nearly gets on his knees to apologise

long story short everyone preps for vacation, but by some aCCiDeNt claude n athy end up at a different destination than jettie n ana, when she suggests returning to the palace to regroup, mans deadass sulks

"so you wouldn't like to spend this time with your father, despite barely visiting my office for weeks?"

o-oh

so at their return, the nobility starts pestering everyone that the princesses aren't independent enough, yada yada idc so to quell this annoyance, to the girls' joy, they get to move into emerald palace together, while claude and ana stay in the ruby and main palaces respectively

literally emerald palace becomes such a cool place to be in since it's the residence of the only decent people in this family, the brothers spend hours going through the requests of maids who want to be transferred

it's such a busy time because of athy joining the court and jettie starting her studies as well - naturally, since she isn't becoming empress, she'll be getting the duchy claude + athy were to be given in the beginning

speaking of futures, jettie's interest in plants and cooking has definitely branched out into herbs

claude notices her tending to a small garden during his visit to athy and even gives her a few tips (he had been studying medical since he was a kid, and picked it up again when athy was born and the empire stablised somewhat)

this soon becomes a routinely thing, and he actually starts reading up on some herbs and even orders a few for her prospering garden

after a month of her learning from books, claude proposes adding a medic as one of her teachers, and turns out his hunch was right?? she's excelling at medicine and they keep it between themselves for the time being

it doesn't last long though, bc they're on a hunting trip when ana injures his leg

and !! this girl istg, she gets to cleaning and wrapping the wound without blinking an eye, as if it's the most natural thing ever, and claude is just smirking while athy and anastacius and literally everyone else: 🌟💞✨jettie✨💞🌟

literal tears coming out of anastacius' eyes "how come my daughter is smarter than me😭💅"

claude: that's not a very high standard, brother

anastacius: ✨suddenly i'm an only child✨

behold, the people in charge of running an empire everyone 👏👏👏

even though jennette is claude's (unofficial) student and athy is her uncle's heir, they both ask their dads to the debutante

yes athy does dance with lucas, anastacius sent him an invitation even though he wasn't a noble (he's an active match maker 😌) and nobody dared question the emperor's special guest

at the end of the night, kiel gives jettie a letter from arlanta - it's an invitation to the academy during holidays, from a certain brunette

when she brings up the subject, felix lets out a squeak and literally everyone goes silent 😭😭

athy n kiel are just out here DARING him to spill them beans

but anastacius takes on look at his excited lil kid and decides that yups, she's going to get everything she wants

a/n: i literally don't know how many parts this should have lmaoo but y'all made it this far!! thanks for reading i hope you liked it<3