#wouldn't you also feel left out if people attacked you for bringing it up when you do?

[astracora]

Poly!LADs headcanons - Caleb Edition

(Because I have no idea if I'll ever get around to writing his intro to the polycule so I wanted to shove some ideas into a post.)

Masterlist

- The one who has the most trouble adapting to the concept of the polycule.

- Reintroduced after the polycule is formed, a year after his death.

- His reintroduction is obviously a bit rough, not only is he actively combative with the MC, but his actions push them further into the comfort of the polycule like a wounded cat.

- After they have eased the relationship out, it's some time before they talk to him about the polycule. Not sure how to broach it.

- He already knew, and he already stewed about it for a long time. (He's still stewing about it.)

- They've mourned him, after loving him, and moved forwards though, he can't push and demand when he knows that without the polycule they likely wouldn't still be there.

- His first meeting is rough, he can hide as much as he wants behind smiles, but Sylus is very good at reading people, as is Rafayel, so they can see through him. (Rafayel is no stranger to fake smiles). Xavier is jealous so reacts most to Caleb, while Zayne is somewhat calm, but wary. On one hand he has a childhood friend back, on the other hand depending on how much he knows. If he knows about Caleb's involvement with EVER, a great deal of distrust, and some real anger (that he tries not to show).

- Clashes most with Rafayel and Zayne. Rafayel because the two are almost opposed in many ways (Caleb's lack of sensory input and reluctance to touch, vs Rafayel as a Lemurian where his senses are SO attuned to his lovers, as well as the memory focus, and also the fact that both hide part of themselves behind a reasonably jovial mask, but Raffy is a lot better at hiding.) Zayne because the two do not agree on the methods of protecting and caring for MC (Keeping them hidden/caged, and the actions of siding with EVER with the intent to keep MC safe (which Zayne consistently states is a stupid plan.)).

- Understands Xavier, still doesn't like him.

- Depending on the advancement of his story, he has the potential to come to terms with the fact that accepting help and acknowledging that he's not alone in his drive to protect the person who means the most to him, helps him step past his self assigned cage.

- With enough time and trust, he accepts the polycule's help tending to his arm. They tinker with it and work with specialists to try to make it capable of sensory responses. It's kind of an exchange that keeps them on good ground. A kind of 'look we're not enemies, you have to lower your hackles' kinda thing.

- He hates the situation a lot less when he holds MC's hand for the first time again, and can feel the heat of them through his cybernetics.

- Builds models with Sylus, though it's more he builds models, Sylus suggests ways to bring them to life as real mini robot weapons. If the two are left alone, they WILL create tiny weaponised planes.

- Rafayel has taken to using them as target practice for throwing daggers.

- One crashed into Zayne's office door, waking him up from a nap, and made him think they were being attacked.

- Xavier slept through the whole thing, and woke up to plane shrapnel in his hair (he's used his light blade to knock a few out if they have disturbed his slumber though.)

- MC does not get enough sleep, and almost banned the planes, until Sylus and Caleb both promised to stop flying them indoors. Hooked up lil cameras to the things and started flying them around linkon and as far as they could before the things ran out of signal. (They got some killer nature recordings.)

- Caleb is another member of the insomnia crew. He's woken up alongside Zayne a few times, and made tea for them both. (Only for MC to toddle in not long after, and curling up between them with their own warm drink, exhausted and miserable but also unable to sleep.)

- Caleb helps take over some of the cooking, he also tries to find tech Xavier can use that won't catch fire, reducing the amount of cooking incidents by about 50%. (If asked he'll say he's doing it to keep MC safe... Xavier's smile when he cooks a full and very good meal has shit all to do with it. He swears.)

- Is the most averse to affection, originally sees the polycule as a means to an end, after all other people are just background noise to his real focus. Unluckily for him, it's hard to keep that mindset up when you spend that much time with people who don't have chips in their head, and also don't want to hurt the things you care about. The anti EVER squad are best placed to combat his 'world for just us two' energy. As well as question his intent. (Especially with how important MC's independence is to them.)

- Will not begin physically and emotionally warming up to the rest of the lads before he finally overcomes the wall keeping him from MC. After he has finally stepped over the line, he basks in it, then begins to let himself become more human again.

- He and Xavier ARE the protection squad. You want to bother the polycule? Can't promise you won't end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

- Zayne does try to rein this in. Sylus finds it hilarious. Rafayel cannot comment because he was thinking about stabbing that dude too. MC thinks they might need to start taking migraine medication because please guys, one nice meal out.

- He's tidy and multi talented. It takes a WHILE before he finds a room for himself in the house, isn't really sure what to fill it with because he struggles to refind his identity as a person. It begins with filling it with model planes, it advances into photos and memories, as well as his DAA stuff as well. Becomes a place he can keep things that tether him to himself.

- Has mended clothes for the others, really wants to know how Raffy tears so many shirts. No he cannot get acrylics out of a white shirt, why did you let it stain!?!!

- His puppy dog eyes are a weapon of mass destruction. NO one is safe. All have fallen to those eyes. 'But he just looks so sad' 'I know he does but why does that mean we now have two puppies in the living room' 'MC wanted them!' 'Caleb we don't have the space or time!!!'

- Uses all his old social media accounts, like an absolute fool. (Aren't you dead dude why are you using all ur old numbers????) Unfollowed most people, kept MC. Didn't follow the polycule. Was missing cute photos and things they'd posted, grumpily and (not that) reluctantly followed them all.

- He and Zayne occasionally have a kamaoji-off.

- He has taken Sylus flying. He did turn his head away so the dragon man could have a moment of sad recollection.

- Does still compete constantly to be the best person to assist mc in their day to day. The competitions can get aggressive and over the top. The lads do get carried away.

- Is the most scared of losing everyone, it does keep him awake at night. Does plan eventualities with the polycule. Does feel comforted knowing that if he fails, he's not leaving MC to deal with everything alone. Assures himself and everyone that he won't fail. He has his tether to get back to, after all.

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

The thing with the "why are you making them look bad" "why are you finding reasons to hate" kinda responses when someone brings up racist remarks and microagressions both from back in the "fetus" era and all the way till WAD etc, it reveals the way too many people view bigotry as something that happens Elsewhere. Something that is done by Other People and not us you me the people around us the people we love the people we idolise. But everyone is capable of harm, and it's quite revealing with defensive attitudes like that that people assume we're calling to boycott or asking you to stop feeling anything positive towards them or whatever else it's built up to me.

Guys. Even we haven't stopped feeling positively about them (at least for the most part, and those who have, fair play to them we all have our own personal threshold for how much we tolerate). Like that's the whole reason we're around, you kidding? Nothing I watch is free from the problematic stuff. I watch comedians who make off-colour jokes but I still feel fondly towards those comedians without feeling the need to erase the fact that they make problematic jokes and need to do better. I watch shows with bigoted themes without feeling the need to scrap them completely but I also don't hold back on my criticisms just because I like the show. And if anyone else who enjoys these things mocks those criticisms or expects me to shut up about them I see it rightfully as the insult that it is.

These social issues are bigger than us, and the thing is they really do change at a snail's pace. But putting another hurdle in front of the snail by saying "this is just spreading hate, you just hate them, go watch something else then" isn't really helping that pace. It's just showing that because an issue isn't personally affecting you, you're seeing it as not worthy of receiving criticism.

I watch youtubers far more "problematic" than DnP actually. And I love them! And I see them grow over time, I see it reflected in how they talk in videos from years ago vs now and it gives me a lot of hope. But people change because they are given a reason to change. And trying to get those affected and hurt to not even express disappointment is not gonna get you anywhere except making it clear to us who is a safe person looking to make the space welcoming in a material sense and who is just keeping up appearances and waiting for us to tire ourselves out and leave.

[v1x3n]

SHOWER TIME ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - angst - nightmare mention, hospital setting, scars, depression, neglect.

─ previous chapter // masterlist // next chapter ─

After being taken to the infirmary, your body had uncontrollably decided to take a long sleep, your dreams full of the terrors your best friends had caused you. Your dreams reminisce on the before, on the time where everything was okay, the time where you had a friend group and your job was going well. But that had to end, didn't it? 

Nothing good could ever happen to you. 

Waking up, you don't even know how long you slept for, you discover your bandages on your body changed. Still bloody but they were fresh material, you were in new clothes - well clothes. Head goes dizzy when you look around the room, taking in everything you could see. The high white walls with no decoration, the window that you could look out from on your so-called bed, the cream curtains that hung but were swept to the side - bringing in bright light from the outdoors. The outdoors, something you hadn't seen in what, a month? You couldn't remember anymore. You felt disoriented, angry yet also sad. You felt every fucking emotion you didnt have time to feel during the attacks, all at once. Eyebrows squeezing together, looking to the side of your sheets, a small wooden chair was placed there. After gulping you peek at the table next to your bed, there was also a sink in the corner. Usual hospital room, tv and two doors, one leading out into the hallways and one to a bathroom. And that was that. 

There was one thing that made your heart furious though, an arrangement of colourful flowers, wrapped in a light pink ribbon sat on the table beside you. Frowning as you peer at the beautiful petals you look away, they ruined you, ruined your body, your life and all they give you is fucking flowers? You knew it was one of them, you had not built that much of a relationship with anyone else and they were your favourite flowers. Only the 141 knew your favourites, cheap fucking way of saying sorry. You hadn't even heard the words come out from any of their mouths yet, fucking pathetic. enraged, angry, furious and irritated were only some of the words you were feeling. 

Soon it had been a week, lay in that stupid fucking room. At Least you had met a few people, you met a few nurses who came by to feed you, check up on you and help your wounds. And you had met a patient in the room next to yours, he was sweet towards you, you never spoke to him though. He did most of the talking, his name was Logan and honestly in the week you had known him for - he was growing on you. He came by everyday, he was very nosy though, very extroverted. Luckily he never demanded answers from you, he always spoke, sometimes you would reply with a shrug or a small nod. You couldn't tell if he had heard about what happened to you though, he never touched you and he was always so gentle, dunno. Maybe he was just nice.

Scars were left all over your form, a healing cut on your cheek that wouldn't take that long to fix - just a very quick and painful stitch up!, your legs just starting to become responsive, rope marks dug in your skin from how tightly they displayed you on that cold pole. 

Drugged up on antibiotics wasn't the best feeling, you had a few infected wounds down your body, the one on your lower womb was ugly. It looked diabolical, but luckily you were on many pills so life is okay! Looking down at your hands, the missing fingers was just another example of the pain the four caused you. 

Just when you were about to spew tears from your tear ducts, a light shadow covered you. When did he come in? 

Your captain sat on the wooden chair beside you, he didn't speak, just looked down at his raggy boots. You were glad he didn't speak, but deep down you kind of wanted him too because this was far too awkward. Glaring down at your lap, you refused to speak to him, just as you tried to turn around the door swings open. The nurse you were closest to walks in and sees the two of you. The obvious tension floods the air, flowing out the open door when Jane starts talking, “morning, honey” she smiles and takes slow steps up to you. 

You dont reply. 

“We need t’ get you into the shower” she mumbles to you, peeling off the sheets that covered your battered body. You were ashamed that the nurse had to physically get you up and take you to the shower but your legs just wouldn't cooperate with you. A twisted and healing ankle paired with weak legs and then on top of that the depression that comes along with all of this summed up too being unable to help yourself up. You couldn't do anything for yourself, they tore you limp by limp and now you weren't the strong soldier you were before. All thanks to them. “Okay” a light voice sounds from you through a sigh, almost whispering, not wanting that fucking man next to you get the pleasure of hearing your voice. Letting the nurse help you get out of the bed, Jane looks down at your form, your skin and your trauma.

“Healing well, hm? Did nurse poppy give you your pills this morning?” Jane asks, tilting your head up gently to take a look at the slight slit on your throat. When the man right next to you was about to end your life.

What is the saying? Each scar tells a story but every story leaves a car. Something like that.

Nodding at the nurse's question makes the corners of her lips twerk up into a small yet genuine smile, “good, now let's get you up, hm?” you could almost feel john's eyes burning into you while the nurse helps you get up, your weak limbs drop as you stand on your feet, jane instantly gripping you and jolting you back up, an arm wrapped around you to help you walk. 

You were thankful for the nurses, obviously they knew what had happened and they were nothing but gentle and sweet with you, they never tried to do anything that would trigger you and knew to check up on you, make sure you were eating, drinking, sleeping and things like brushing your teeth and showering. You felt kind of useless. Not  being able to do anything for yourself but it wasn't exactly your fault though was it? 

Jane took you towards the bathroom and Price still just kind of sat there, in your hospital room - staring at your bed.

“You can do it yourself, yeah?” Jane helps you sit on the lip of the toilet seat, the bathroom was sterile and white. The smell of bleach attacked your nose, you looked at the shower. The shower head pours down water at a fast pace when the woman in front of you turns the knob around, you almost flinch at the sound of the water hitting the shower floor. “C'mon” she mumbles, taking your arm to help you limp into the shower, as soon as the water hits you - you flinch. Taking in an old memory, instantly you back up to the wall, “i-i can't” you shake, gulping down, staring at the dropping water splattering over the floor. Breath picking up as you breathe in harshly, “i cant - i cant” you repeat as if the nurse hadn't heard you, she quickly leans over to grab the sponge that was placed under the shower head, she places it in your hand, “its okay, honey, don't worry.” jane coos while you shake, “you don't gotta, just scrub yourself down outside the shower, you don't have t’ go in if you can't” 

Thank god for this sweet woman. After nodding she leaves you to your own devices.

Taking a glance at the shower and then down at your sponge, you sigh. How could you let yourself become this pathetic. A panic scares you when you hear sounds coming from outside the bathroom door, a deep voice which was so obviously johns then a softer voice which you would only match it to janes.

“Is she okay?” Jane's ears picked up John's voice, still sitting on the wooden chair but he was facing the bathroom door. “You know they dont want you here” she states, walking past him to clean up your sheets. 

“I needed to see them.” All Jane does is sigh, “they can't see you right now, i understand it's hard but it's harder for her” john looks down at his boots, in  defeat. Closing his eyes and biting his tongue, this was hard for him - it was hard for everyone. 

All of the 141 missed you, missed talking to you, seeing you and missed their relationship with you. No one knew how to go about the situation, nobody knew what to do. How to make it right, how to make it the same as before. They all just thought; they didn't know what else to do, they all thought it was you and the signs pointed to you. 

The job is ugly, it's disgusting, that's what it is.but there's nothing they can do about it, it's all a part of the job.

[picturejasper20]

Steven Universe as a character is someone who has been mischaracterized and flanderized over the years, to the point people who aren't into the fandom or haven't watched the show believe that mischaracterization to be a fact rather that a product that comes from memes and jokes

The truth is that Steven often fights in the series when it is needed, usually by fusing with someone else like Connie or Amethyst since he is still developing his powers in the original series. He doesn't cry when he has to fight back or defend himself, with exception if the person attacking is someone he considers a friend. Because, yes, for a 14-15 old teenager it isn't fun having to do something like that and it can be traumatic.

He also doesn't start to cry the moment someone refuses to change their mind or is being mean. He often isn't afraid to be sarcastic or call that person out. He didn't cry when Aquamarine mocked him in ¨Stuck Together¨ nor when Jasper didn't apologize for poofing Amethyst in ¨Crack the Whip¨

However, what we see is sometimes him blaming himself for not being able to help people that, more often than not, have been hurt by Rose Quartz, his mother, in some way. After Season 3, Steven fears a lot that he is going to become like Rose and he is going to hurt people the way like she did.

In general Steven deals with an Atlas complex in the show. He feels like he has to fix his mother mistakes and deal with ¨what she left behind¨ even when Rose wanted for him to be his own person as seen in the tape she left for him as it was revealed in the episode ¨Lion 4: The Alternate Ending¨.

Steven also defines his identity a lot for being to help other people and fix their problems. He believes that he has to be ¨useful¨ for others. So when he believes that he failed to help someone, that may lead him to think that he isn't living up to his ¨purpose¨ or that he is a failure as a person.

In reality, he isn't that much different from other hero protagonists from other animated shows. Those who are kind and emphatic and willing to listen to other people and give them a second chance if the person changes their ways. You probably like an animated show that has a protagonist like this. (Who was probably taken inspiration from Steven if the series came out after SU).

The main difference, i think, is that Steven goes a bit more than those protagonists do when it comes to listening to other people, understand their motivations and give them another chance if they regret their actions. A lot has to do with how he is aware that his enemies (usually gems) act the way the do because of the system they were born into rather ¨they are evil just because¨. He gets that their motivations come from the system that hurt them or lead them to believe that their actions are justified.

Another common mischaracterization is that Steven becomes super buddies with every person he helps...when this isn't always the case. There are some occasions that Steven shows discomfort around people who he has given a second chance. Just because he gives them a second chance doesn't mean that he immediately considers them close friends, maybe allies at best.

A good example of this is the gif above of Steven's interactions with White Diamond in ¨Homeworld Bound¨. White Diamond touches Steven very close to where his gem is- which makes Steven distressed since in his battle again White, she ripped his gem out to prove that Pink was still ¨alive¨. In most of the episode Steven shows to be very uncomfortable around the Diamonds and Spinel, to some extent. They bring him bad memories, which is the main reason he has been doing everything to avoid going to them to ask for their help until this point in Steven Universe Future. He even almost accidentally hurts White's gem by smashing her head against a pillar when she lets him control her to talk to himself. This being result of a intrusive ¨vengeful¨ thought.

I wouldn't say that Steven hates the Diamonds,but- he doesn't want to be their friend neither and wants to avoid in general because he feels nervous and bad around them. It's something like ¨I'm glad that you are changing but i don't want to be associated with you. Please, i would appreciate if you kept your distance from me.¨ dynamic.

On last point, Steven is someone who usually pushes his feelings down in certain situations and buries them down, which has led him to have strong emotional outbursts in bad moments. He usually prefers to ignore his own problems and take priority on others. Again, this comes a lot from his desire to be useful and be needed, making him trying to ignore how he feels about certain people and pretend that he is doing fine.

This explains why we don't see him lash out that much to others in the original series, and, why he feels so frustrated and angry in Future, since all that anger and negative feelings can't no longer be ignored as they used to and they are having a negative impact in Steven's mental health. This, of course, isn't meant to be seen is a healthy coping mechanism. It is in fact potrayed as something pretty self-destructive for Steven, as a huge flaw of his, that over time he comes to learn that it isn't the best way for him to deal with his problems.

These are some of the most common misconceptions i have seen about Steven's character online. I could go in more depth with some of them but i think the points should be clear enough. This could be considered a general analysis of how Steven is as a character and how he operates, leaving aside more specific things that can be covered in other posts.

[milkbean69]

My thoughts on the Yandere Arcane Au

Tw: sorry y'all not good at writing yandere, yandere content

Okay before we get started we need to talk about what this universe of the undersity looks like pre- time skip. Honestly I think that this univers had a lot more progression in term of revolution and a lot less shimmer. Also considering the fact that Vander and Silco were able make up after Vi's death makes me think there was a lot less bloodshed between the two over the years. I mean of course silco when and found the note vander left but the fact that the crew is all laughing and partying together means there has to be new layers of loyalty amongst the crew caused by Vi's death.

Yandere's Vander and Silco:

OH GOD!!!! These two I swear, I honestly feel like in terms of protectiveness Vander would actually be worse. I mean he watched Vi die in the attack so you have that. He would not want to lose another.

If Vander was a platonic yandere, yeah no, your never leaving the Last Drop without him ever again. The trama he has from Vi is crazy. But if it was a romantic situation, he would be a little more lenient.

Now for platonic yandere Silco. I feel like a lot of protectiveness would come from a place of guilt and attonment. I mean his actions killed Vi during the pre-timeskip in this universe and he is probably still feel's guilty for that despite the fact that he has been forgiven.

So I feel like bring a young obsession or kid into the mix, would make him feel like he needs to make amends for what he did. Not only to prove to himself but for the others aswell that no other will die under his care.

Now them as a pair, would go crazy platonic or not. We need to remember something the two are brothers and the the pillars of the undercity. So the levels of communication and partnership are already there. There abilities to unite people would probably be where a lot of the Yanderness of the crew starts to fester. Always having someone with you, eyes and ears all over Zaun, and generally not being fucked with or else you'll have two of the powerhouse's of Zaun on you doorstep.

If this was romantic, they would share, God damn it. I don't know what it is but they would share, I just know it. You would be the king/queen of the Zaun in Silco's eyes, Vander hates it because he feels like if bring to much attention to you. Your always with on or the other. Silco defininatly spoils you, I mean you know he would.

Here me out, I feel like they both also have some fears from what happened to Felicia, so that definitly are supper on edge all the time because of that. One of both of them had to have liked her romantically, I was felling the vibes during the flashback.

Okay but I feel like they would be worse than the adults, in terms of platonic yandere's. Like we saw Vi's death really fucked them up. You would 100% be the Vi replacement. Expecally if you were older than them.

With Powder , it would be the worst. She wouldn't be violent, but more manipulative in certain ways., 100% a guilt tripper. Then would rope the other into it as well. Saying things to you about how you remind them so much of Vi, and there protection is just so you don't end up like her, so you should never leave them.

You probably wouldn't go on jobs, mostly saying in the last drop with Vander and Benzo. Maybe they let you go into Piltover, but you are always with someone. But never in the more dangerous parts of Zaun that have yet to be changed, and you still got to worry about the grey. the wouldn't want ther baby breathing in all that polluted air.

With a younger obsession, your never leaving there sights again. Even if you were a year younger than them, your getting little siblinged so hard. They have so much more experience now and realize all of the thing they did as kids was dumb and dangerous. They probably teach you how to fight just in case they are not there. But that is unlikely considering how mother hen they all are. If you ever when parkouring like they used to in piltover you would get an earful.

Powder and Ekko would make you little trinkets and gadgets. They'd make things to lure you in and bribe you. Or to love bomb you when you complain they are being to overprotective.

They would be so affectionate. Powder and Claggor the most, we all saw that scene with Claggor and Milo during the dance. Honestly I feel like Milo would be affectionate in the annoying older brother way, like ruffeling you hair and picking you. Ekko would be affectionate when you inationating it.

In tems of duos we would have Claggor with Milo and Powder with Ekko. Milo is the one to tease you alot, but he means well. He probably thinks he's the funnies guy on the planet, when in reality it's probably Claggor. Milo seems like the more aggressive on in terms of yandere's. He is the jokester character but see seems more scared that something might happen to you. That make him more aggressive and paranoid. While Claggor is more level headed and perceptive, but don't be mistaken, he has build and is the stronger of the two

Between Powder and Ekko, Powder is the one you need to worry about. She lost her older sister, Powder was the youngest of the group, so in her mind she is kind of filling Vi's role as older siblng, and must protect you like Vi did her. Should someone try to hurt there darling, Powder is the impulsive one but Ekko is the deadlier one between the two. Ekko is calm and more laid back, but he seems like he has the patience to go in for the kill on the first strike. Silent but deadly.

Now with romance, there all into you, sorry not sorry. I actually don't think they would have the company to share a darling. Powder and Ekko, maybe? But Claggor and Milo, definitly not. Milo would be that last to realize that everyone is pinning after the same darling, there all pretty perceptive so it wouldn't take them long to figure it out amongst eachother.

You would never have any partners, they would scare them all away. Powder would be the dustrusstful one spreading seed of dought anytime someone would flirt with you, saying there not good enought for you. Ekko and Claggor would be the intimidating ones, Ekko has the deadly glare while Claggor has the build to scare off any potital suitors. Milo is one of two, he is the one who likes to claim you already taken, usually with him saying he's you boyfriend, or the physical aggression type. He will get kind of pissy wanting your attention kind of annoying the person flirting with you. Then maybe ruffing the person's up after they leave your earshot so you don't see.

They would all try to one up each other in there own ways Claggor is the more laid-back type and lenient of yandere, so he would milk you needing to escape from the other craziness. Powder is clingy type and needs to be near you always. Ekko seems like the silent type, always lurking in the shadows, the man always has his eyes on you and knows where you are. Milo seems like the possessive and aggressive. Not aggressive in the, I'm going to hurt you type of way but someone else for looking at you the wrong type of way.

No matter who you end up with its going to be messy, I'm sure of it.

[killuakiru]

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༉‧₊˚. Killua Zoldyck !ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

• Honestly, Killua was SO attracted to you mainly because he wanted to know you more, that's just who he is ! Even when you experienced horrible things, your smile never falters, leaving him very curious.

• Don't get me wrong, he loves seeing you smile and all that, and he's glad that he makes you laugh.

• But seriously, he can't shake off that feeling. If he says so himself, he can read people's emotions. ( But can be that he's surrounded by ppl who are generally easy to read )

• Ever since, he's been keeping a close eye on you— even before you both made it official. ESPECIALLY since he's not an expert when it comes to emotions.

• He keeps an eye on you on frankly everything. Your reactions if you were hurt physically, your reactions if you were denied or rejected by proposes, etc. He was DETERMINED to know your true emotions.

• But setting all of those to the side— he treats you really well, almost like how he treats Alluka. As his beloved significant other, he made a vow to himself to prioritize your needs first instead of his, knowing how unpredictable you could be.

• Although, hypothetically lets say.. You lost composure. Since you were the natural cheerful type, you'd often attached easily; Kite / Kaito, as an example.

• Kaito taught you three some simple guidance, as well as sharing stories to probably keep the children's nerves at bay. Who wouldn't? The Chimera Ants were an unknown organism, and they were regarded as highly vicious.

• The night Kaito was attacked, the sheer look of horror from your face left Killua stunned, all while Gon had a similar reaction but couldn't hold his inner rage in.

• The next morning while awaiting the Botany Hunters that accompanied Kaito, he saw you so dejected, and it was the first time seeing you like that. Your eyes were so lifeless it genuinely made Killua nervous to his core.

• Similarly to Gon, after he finished moping around, you both recovered within minutes. But Killua probably knew better as your boyfriend.

• Yes, you were back to your cheerful and talkative self, and Killua was glad, but at the same time paranoid. He knew everything had limits, his emotions, Gon's, even yours.

• After seeing that look of terror and melancholy look in your face, he's learned to ask himself; "Are they really okay?" with a heart beating in fear of losing you to succumbing to misery due to the fact you tend to keep your troubles to yourself.

༉‧₊˚. Gon Freecss !ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

• Honestly it's a miracle how he couldn't read your emotions easily. With his keen senses, one would probably think he'd instantly find something out.

• However you were a different case, similarly to Killua, he had a gut feeling— an instinct, if you must.

• Growing up on a mountain and relying on instinct, he knew better than to leave it alone. And so even before you both became a couple, he'd make low-key questions about your wellbeing to understand what you're feeling to an extent, but you'd always brush it off or answer it with a wide smile and cheerful tone.

• Gon just brushed it off after a while, believing your facial expression as your eyes creases in genuine happiness, the way you would grow breathless when you, Killua, and Gon would joke around, he firmly believed you truly were just a happy person and nothing could affect you.

• Unlike Killua, though. Gon didn't watch over you closely. As said previously— he firmly believed you were alright and had a strong mentality.

• Gon believed you can carry yourself, and you proved that point to him ! Whenever you'd be defeated physically and mentally, he'd always watch you standing your ground with a determined expression and a fairly attractive grin.

• But, because of his carelessness, that was his major mistake. He knew your tendencies, you knew his. You both were easily attached to someone and easily trusted them.

• And since Kaito knew Gon's father, you both equally shared the same celebration. Gon had a knew lead to Ging, so any normal significant other would be happy for their boyfriend.

• So the night where Kaito was attacked, ( yes we're using the same scene ), you couldn't comprehend your emotions. Your heart hammered against your chest. Seeing that.. monster that attacked Kaito with no mercy, and that very intimidating aura. So this was a Royal Guard.

• Killua noticed your demeanor, no doubt. Even Kaito, it was clear. How your usual cheerful and light demeanor turned one of a dark and fearful demeanor, Killua tried to nudge Gon. However Gon was too engulfed in his rage to even notice.

• The day he came back to his senses, looking back at it, he felt regret in his actions. While he knew his rage was justified— he wasn't paying attention to you.

• You easily forgave him though. That sent alarming shocks to his nerves. He saw your puffy and tired eyes, even when you smiled he didn't see the familiar creases he'd normally see in your eyes.

• Even after that, his rage grew and grew. But you'd constantly be by his side, so his bloodlust would often be at bay. He loved your warming personality so much and he appreciated every piece of you.

• In the end, after everything was finished, he had grown a habit to occasionally check up on you and your wellbeing. He knew you'd always bottle up your emotions, and he knew you'd break eventually.

• When that time comes, he wants to be with you and guide you through the process. He knows it'll be hard, but he'll be patient with you if you're patient with yourself.

༉‧₊˚. End !༉‧₊˚.

Thank you for reading ! This strictly belongs to me / killuakiru and I do not give permission for you to repost on other platforms, thank you !

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

ppl please. You are making Vaggie stupider than she is in canon

"Why didn't Vaggie know angel weapons could kill angels, when Lute used one to permanently gouge out her eye-"

Because Lute also ripped off her wings, seemingly permanently, WITHOUT using a weapon.

It makes sense that Vaggie would figure only other ANGELS can HURT angels. And that's still not the same as KILLING ONE.

You can say "well if she was scarred then by it then she should've assumed a real attack could have killed her" but why? In hell, Sinners can be TORN APART and pull themselves back together. Why wouldn't Vaggie assume that she can take damage up to a point but still not die? Or that she would just reform again afterwards?

"It was a writing mistake to have Vaggie not confess her past to Charlie before they went to heaven, no believable character would do that-"

It was a character flaw, one many other characters in the show have, and it is very true to life that longer you keep a secret about yourself- especially one you're afraid people will hate you for- the harder it is to admit to it.

We know she feels like her only point in existing is to help Charlie. She said it. And later it ties in perfectly with her backstory of losing everything about herself and being found by Charlie, of rejecting her life killing Sinners and devoting herself to supporting the dream of saving them instead.

We also know the last time she "failed" people in her life she was hurt and abandoned by them. We know her FIRST plan was to NOT go to heaven with Charlie, to try and make some kind of excuse.

But then she couldn't come up with a good excuse. And she couldn't bring herself to say no to her supportive and loving girlfriend. And then they were in heaven, facing a COURT HEARING to decide the fate of SOULS, that her girlfriend would have to argue a case for-

Does that really sound like the best time to drop an emotional relationship truth bomb?

Sound. Not "was". Would it have FELT LIKE a good time to come clean to Charlie about being a former Exorcist.

HOW would it have FELT like a good time for that to Vaggie? Especially after Adam and Lute got through telling her how being scarred and crippled by them was her fault, being left down in hell by them was her fault, and her girlfriend will ALSO hate her if the truth comes out?

THIS IS A SHOW. ABOUT PEOPLE. WHO MAKE CRAPPY SELF-SABOTAGING CHOICES (look at Angel Dust) AND THEN HAVE TO DECIDE WHAT TO DO WITH THE FALL OUT OF THaT

THATS THE SHOW

THATS. THE POINT OF THE HAZBIN HOTEL

it's not "bad writing" when a WOMAN does it TOO without an essay explaining her every thought leading up to it!

like im sorry her scenes were rushed, im sorry they had worse animation and story boarding and pacing than the guys' moments get, im sorry she didn't get more focus, im sorry she isn't a fav character of the show creators-

but she IS well written. tbh all of the characters in the show are.

they do things that makes sense based on what they've been through, and what they feel, and what they want, and that's. that's good character writing.

i don't LIKE a lot of the characters but they're still WELL WRITTEN

I HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT VAGGIE- BUT ONLY BECAUSE IM OBESSEED WITH HER AND WANT TO CRAWL INSIDE HER SKULL! SHE IS, IN THE SHOW, A PERFECTLY BELIEVABLE CHARACTER

bad writing would have been- her getting angry at Charlie for being upset about the secret! it would've been her CAVING to Adam's blackmail and arguing against Angel Dust to save herself! It would've been her moping on the top of the hotel while Charlie was angry with her instead of actively doing what she could to help, like she did!

i've lived through SO MANY badly written characters DO NOT try telling me VAGGIE is one of them- i remember the horrors. THIS is not THAT

......anyway

im probably gonna regret posting this aren't i

[littleplantfreak]

Chatterbox Pt. 1 - SFW

>Their calling/texting habits, especially with a partner that loves to be on the phone for hours (part two with the others dropping tomorrow I promise!!)

Hayato Suo - Phone? What phone? Just kidding. He texts a regular amount, but if you wanna be on the phone for a while, his limit is usually an hour unless you're both planning a date or something. He'd prefer to be with you in person otherwise. Invite him over~ He'll bring snacks and drinks for you.

Sakura Haruka- Better on calls than he is on texts for sure. Takes a long time to figure out what to talk about when you two do have calls. Likes to keep them half an hour or shorter regularly. If it's a special occasion or you're on vacation, he doesn't mind if the call goes longer, wanting to hear your voice even if it's only been a day since you left. Accidentally calls you on facetime a lot instead of like...a regular call. So you just see his ear or neck, or it's just completely dark.

Nirei Akihiko - Can talk for hours without fail. He does have an exact bed time that he sticks to though, so while he wants to keep talking, he's about 2 minutes from passing out on the floor. Has call parties that are so chaotic but insanely fun that everyone ends up cracking up during. Added Sakura to one of your calls before, but then Sakura thought you were WITH Nirei. "Sakura-san we're all on different phones." "But you both sound like you're in the same room???"

Kiryu Mitsuki - Calls you when he's gaming and you both just stay on the phone as a way of hanging out. Sometimes forgets you're on the phone and starts humming one of the osts and it sounds sooo nice. He'd sleep with the call still going if it wouldn't completely drain his phone battery. Depends on the day, but when he hasn't seen you in a bit, he's like "Just come over please."

Tsugeura Taiga - Loves calls too. Will call you when he's working out to show you that he hit his new goal. "Babe check out my form, let me know if you think my posture's off" And your just on facetime while he's in his local gym? He asks the people he's with if it's alright first though. Loves chatting or listening equally, so if you just want to hear his voice? He's got plenty to say.

Sugishita Kyotaro - He'll listen if you wanna chat as long as you want, he just doesn't say much. If the call goes on longer than 2 hours he might end up falling asleep. He has to be extra careful with his phone because he's prone to breaking it. It's got the strongest screen protector and case known to man. Actually waterproof at this point probably. Likes to send one set of character emojis when texting and just that set. He's got a special ringtone for you set, and answers it on the first ring every time.

Hiragi Toma - He's fine with calling or texting, but doesn't wanna be on the phone forever. If you have something to say, that's one thing, but if you're gonna talk his ear off, he's also one to just want you to come see him. Actually takes cute candids (unlike Ume who is a menace with them) and has one as your contact pic. Sometimes he looks at it and his stomach feels just a bit better during an attack.

Umemiya Hajime - GOSSIP GIRL FR! He's on the phone with you for hours telling you the juiciest secrets he's found out during the day. If you call him up at 3am cause you had the wildest dream? He's answering and talking about it with you until you're ready to fall back asleep. Has the UGLIEST candid of you you've ever seen and it's your contact pic smh. He has other ACTUALLY cute pictures of you on his phone but he's adamant that you look beautiful in all of them. If he's busy doing something, he'll pass his phone around to either his friends or Kotoha and the kids when he's home to keep you company. Kinda like those "Hey can you watch my boss for me for a second?" Tiktoks?

[skyeslittlecorner]

How about the kings (plus Lucifer and some of your fav nobles if you could 🥺) reactions with an MC who like to bite out of nowhere 😁 and after they bit they ran away while "😛" them

That's so silly! I relate so much, I also tease people a lot when I like them lmao

Satan loves to see you having fun. And he will play along. Are you nibbling at him suddenly? So get ready for him to bite you too. It will be like playing tag, out of nowhere, but with your teeth instead of your hands. After some time, you will start walking around colorful from your biting, of course you more, because Satan will be happy to mark what is his. He was already used to it when one day, instead of biting him, you gave him a kiss on the shoulder. Then you will get a deep 'you're too sweet to exist' kiss in the mouth. He never knows what to expect from you, and that's the best thing.

Mammon… didn't even notice. He didn't feel it. Might as well be bitten by a mosquito, but then he might at least be itchy. He'll sooner see your disappointment and ask if something's wrong. You won't want to tell him because it's silly, so he orders his nobles to find the answer. Maybe it's something serious? But when you see how earnestly they took it, all you can do is laugh and enlighten this dear king. He'll be relieved that nothing happened to you. Next time if you want to bite him, do it in the mouth.

Beel thought it was great fun. He noticed that you sometimes bite him unexpectedly and suggested a bet. If you manage to surprise him, you've won, and if he catches you, he's won. Of course, you knew you had no chance against his reflexes, and you counted on his memory being flawed. You definitely miscalculated. If he is interested in something, he focuses all his attention on it, and you are certainly such an object. But he'll let you win once or twice, just to see how happy you are.

Leviathan finds this stupid and immature. Why are you doing this at all? It does not make sense. Of course, try to get closer than a meter to someone with that sinister glint in your eye, and before you can do anything, poor subordinate will be hanging six meters above you. Oh, no. Now all you have left to bite is Levi, how sorry he is (not at all).

I wonder how much I will revise all the Lucy parts when he comes out lol

Lucifer doesn't think it's a smart idea. Such a cut may become infected. Moreover, such a cut brings you into contact with blood, and what if it infects you with something incurable? So - you mustn't do that… unless it's him. This is the one and only exception. Doctor's recommendation. (Yes, yes, you believe him too, that it's only about your safety.)

Andrealphus may attack when you first do this. He will grab your blouse and rise you up. You will realize that this wasn't the smartest idea in your life. At the same time, he heard your gasp in surprise, so he knew it was only you, not an angel or anybody with bad intentions. He will apologize, but also warn you not to do that again. Learned reflex. He wouldn't hurt you, but rather slowly get him used to your presence and only then try something like this.

Naberius will look at you with eyes as wide as saucers. So this is how you seek attention? Like a puppy that wants to play? That's adorable. Get ready for this funny gesture to open him up surprisingly. You'll end up being scratched under the chin and behind the ears. (And then try doing it to him, he will fall in love with you even more.)

[arimiaromage]

thoughts about dgm chapter 251

gonna throw my thoughts about these new revelations here.

bookman jr or past!allen?

she got us good! I was in shock when I first read it (all my headcanons about pasta, out the window! thrown! chunked!) but now I'm more fine with it.

I believe what happened was that hoshino drew the bookman jr in those flashbacks with nea on purpose - she wanted us to think that was allen and bookman jr. the flashbacks aren't past!allen with longer hair, this is definitely the bookman jr, as we can tell now.

it also makes more sense now why "allen" was talking about high concepts like the spiral being the force for life - it really was a bookman!

I fully think she did this switcharoo on purpose. if we look at her most recent livestream (translated by ponkotsubluuues), someone comments that they were shocked past!allen and bookman jr weren't the same person. her response is basically "yes, I know". she's not surprised people would think that, this was probably deliberately on purpose.

bookman jr & past!allen

okay, now on to some thoughts on who they actually are. I won't stick long here as we'll probably find out in just a few months and we don't have much to go on right now.

personally, I don't really care to ever meet allen's blood relatives. it's never interested me who he's "actually" related to and I always felt it would add even more complicated feelings for him and even more complexity to an already messy as hell family & relationship tree.

that being said, I wouldn't be surprised if bookman jr and allen are some kind of family unit, be it blood related or not. when they begin talking about the two of them as separate people, lucia refers to them as "two young men". so they're probably not father and son, but I could see them as brothers or some sort of brotherhood if they're not blood related.

maybe past!allen is a traveling clown who toured the world with bookman jr LOL.....?

either way, bookman jr was so compelled to protect allen & nea that he gave his life for them. I'm so, so eager to see their bond.

cross marian

who the hell is cross marian in all of this?

we know the cross has been around since almost adam's time, having been with mana and nea since they were children-

so we know that regardless of who is he, he's known about and visited the campbell manor for decades.

in this chapter, they even bring him up by name.

not only does allen ask about him, but lucia talks a bit about him as well.

and note that they're not saying something like "my master left a message for me" and lucia just goes along with it- allen says "my master cross" and lucia continues by saying his full name. she knows exactly who he's talking about.

(allen specifically says "cross shishou" = "master cross" but lucia called him "cross marian")

to me, this is one of the main reasons I don't believe cross is bookman jr. I believe he's somehow tied to the bookman, but I don't think he's the missing jr. if he was, why does lucia refer to him as cross here but not later? she clearly knows who allen is referring to, so wouldn't the bookman have searched for cross and found him with relative ease, given he was at the order for quite a while with bookman & lavi up until apocryphos attacked him?

lucia and the master only refer to bookman jr as "junior", not cross marian. if you're desperately looking for cross marian and are fully aware allen knows who that is, then why not call him that? what do you have to lose at this point?

and furthermore, if cross was this bookman jr, how did he forget who HE made the host? how did he lose allen? redarm!allen looks a lot more like this new past!allen and they both have redish brown hair - if you were traveling with this guy, you should be able to recognize him even if he's de-aged like 8 years, ESPECIALLY once mana takes him in and his hair becomes styled the exact same way.

I know we always have the deus ex machina of apocryphos' memory changing but I really don't want that to be the case for every character, the more you do it the more it becomes a contrivance.

cross definitely has SOME connection to the bookman, I don't feel like his mask and knowledge of bookman things is entirely a red herring. lucia makes it sound like cross reached out to them regarding the campbell manor, but I'll get to that in a bit.

the other leading theory is that cross is cyrus campbell, katerina's brother and head of the family. I feel like this holds a bit more water than him being a bookman, as it'd explain why he was the campbell manor when mana and nea were so young (and presumably before nea became a noah) and why he has worked so tirelessly for both of them.

remember, his innocence maria greatly resembles katerina. it's possible this is katerina's corpse, being infested by innocence. maybe this is from innocence cross was carrying finding its way to her corpse or maybe it was a failed attempt to save her, we don't really know yet.

(I'm not fully convinced about the cyrus theory either though, as why does nea refer to cross as cross instead of cyrus or uncle? how would the order not know about his family and how obviously tied to the noah he is? how could he not recognize allen, his nephew's most trusted friend?)

there have been some theories that maybe the campbells are a bookman family, which may be the case and would help explain why cross has a connection to both, but the way lucia words this part makes me think otherwise.

she makes it sound like the campbell manor wasn't always under their jurisdiction, that it came to be that way but wasn't always. but that might be pulling at straws. I just don't think she'd word it this way if cross = bookman jr.

I'm not fully convinced about either theory about cross as I see holes in both of them. just have to wait and see~

personally I'd still like it if cross was just a childhood friend who got way too attached but we'll see 😂 or maybe he was just pining for katerina from afar....

crown clown

I feel pretty confident now that this is past!allen being hugged by bookman jr, possibly for the last time / as bookman jr's way to protect him.

but I also can't help but feel.... it reminds me of crowned clown, you know? the way it wraps around allen, covering him in an attempt to protect him. even the cut off tips. it really reminds me of that.

the bookman are no stranger to innocence. we also don't know when allen acquired his innocence- did past!allen have it? or...... did bookman jr give it to him as he was dying? did he think it would protect him and nea (and why would he give a noah innocence)?

I would not be surprised if there was some connection between bookman jr and allen's innocence.

allen

I absolutely loved this part.

the pure conviction in his face. no regrets. he finally has a chance to clear up his mind, to cast away the fear he's dealt with for so long about who he actually is. so, so good.

but........ WHO IS ALLEN WALKER????? the burning question. who knows at this point.

I'm very excited to see the next parts, even if it apparently isn't the 35 year flashback (her own words, from the aforementioned livestream) - I assume it'll be a flashback to past!allen meeting nea possibly, or them finding out nea isn't a typical noah, or some major event that happened before shit went down.

yeah that's about it, see yall next time ✌️

[autistic-sidestep]

while i was writing up the wiki article for the heartbreak incident (yes i've been working like a maniac on the wiki) i figured out why sidestep has the burning hair smell and blood in their mouth when they get super stressed out, they're having functional seizures (and auras)!

i didn't actually understand how sidestep could have seizures while not being epileptic, but then i found out that's still possible. anyways, sometimes people smell burning hair or other phantom smells when they're about to have a seizure, and burning hair in particular is a stress scent for sidestep. you can also bite your tongue during a seizure.

they (almost always) trigger when sidestep's facing something very traumatic eg:

the final hb flashback in rebirth (and malin confirmed they're having a seizure in their sleep for the december 2023 qna)

[i]Around you, the apartment shrinks into focus, the hallway ejecting you into the living room. A small, dead space, smelling of feet and antiseptic.[/i] (And burning hair.)

when they wake up in their body at the gala debut, they have the burning hair smell and the taste of blood in their mouth

"It takes a moment to tap in the right sequence, bringing the armor to life; green numbers scroll across the corner of your vision. You can taste metal on your tongue as you feel the Rat King cozy up against your hindbrain, the telltale stench of burning hair tickling your nose as the nanovores contained inside your glove come alive.

triggers if you fuck up setting off the sword of damocles left in argent's head during the bridge fight if you didn't already trigger it in rebirth

("You can feel their thoughts wrap themselves around yours, tugging at you, and you obey, falling back in their grasp, falling back in your body, gasping in pain as you're greeted by what must have been a seizure.")

release the catastrofiend in chapter 19 at the auction (even as the puppet it will trigger) or chapter 20 (mortum shoots you with the disintregun)

end up seeing chen's version of the heartbreak events while attempting to dethread him when you ask him to help you find the threads with too low friendship.

"What…happened?" Things start coming back, uneasy things, terrible memories. You must have blacked out again. Running on empty, too tired, and Chen's mind was a lot tougher to work with than you imagined. "You started seizing up. I was about to call an ambulance when…" His voice drifts off, and you can see it in his eyes. No ambulance. He wouldn't have. Not this time.

it's also possible that this is a defense mechanism against telepathic intrusion

[Ortega's immunity against telepathy as an epileptic] has something to do with the electrical storms in the brain that cause the seizures; there is enough static in there to make it nearly impossible to read ${his} mind. Or in this case, be influenced from the outside.

dunno how well this works if HB is riding shotgun inside their brain though. these moments are often (but not always) accompanied by sidestep's scar level increasing and/or a gate being opened

notably, rat king is Scared of you

    You must have had a panic attack. You're five blocks away from the casino; you've walked past your pickup point. Is anybody following you? Your head is hurting too badly to scan for it. Instead, you try to jog the Rat King to life, finding…     Nothing?     You stop, a cold shiver down your spine, checking the life support…still green. Still alive. They are still alive. Your worried wave of concern prompts a small, questioning reply.       [i]A tiny squeak. Barely.[/i]     Are you okay? Are you? The answer is no, the Rat King is…terrified. Of you? No. Not anymore. That doesn't make sense.

so it might've been the imposter (or heartbreak?) briefly taking the wheel.

also, food for thought, from yoinking carter's memories.

    It's hard to keep mental shields up under torture. You should know.     You do know.     Your helmet disguises the twitch on your face as you kneel down and take hold of Carter's face. Physical contact is not needed, but it makes it easier to focus.     Pain makes it easy to slip inside because that's the brain's priority alarm. Unlike panic, which can shut things down, or fear, which can lock things into loops, pain opens everything up. All the gates. All the hidden rooms. Enough pain, and it's impossible to focus on anything but, leaving defenses crumbling and hidden secrets crawling out.

[ripdragonbeans]

Through The Worst // modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: You're reminded just how much Aemond loves you.

TRIGGER WARNING!!! Self injury, in depth description of panic attack, talk of physically abusive family

CW: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral f and m receiving

The starry sky has always been your companion, through the good and the bad. You take a deep breath and smile. You think of all the good in your life, your boyfriend, Aemond. Aemond, the light in your life.

Like him, your family wasn't the most stable place in your life. Fights between your parents were frequent and you had to protect your sister from more than one attempt of violence against her. When it came to you, though? You would gladly endure the pain if it meant your sister was safe.

When your mother left you and your sister with your father it was terrible. If he was angry you and your sister would find another place to spend the night. If you two were caught off guard, you did all you could to prepare yourself for a terrible night. Sometimes it was keeping food away from you, sometimes it was a beating. But it was never too much, or somewhere that could be seen by anyone else. All the hits were strategic, easily being covered by a regular t-shirt.

While your body almost never scarred, as bruises were the only injuries that would mark your skin, scars remained nonetheless. Unfortunately, those were your own doing.

It was never intentional, you would tell yourself. And it was true. Some people would see them and automatically assume that you wanted to die but that wasn't the case. If anything you just wanted to feel something.

Growing up in that household on top of not being at the best school was not a good combination. Classmates were cruel to you, whether you knew it or not. With such a kind heart you gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. Even the guys who dated you as a joke or who just wanted to add you to their body count.

Once you were old enough to get out of the house, you did. You tried to bring your sister with you but she refused. She believed that if she stayed with your father she could help him. You tried everything to convince her not to stay but she wouldn't budge. So you left home without her.

You felt someone lay down next to you in the grass. Immediately you could tell it was Aemond. You gave the sky a small smile before turning over to face him.

“Couldn't sleep?” You asked him.

He shrugged. “I was restless. I know you can't sleep sometimes so I figured I'd check in on you. You weren't in your room so I came out here.”

If you were anywhere else you'd be sharing the same bed but since you were spending the summer with Aemond’s siblings you had your own room. While his mother wasn't around you knew it would be a bit much if she heard her son was sharing a bed with someone, even with them being in college, even with his own girlfriend. So, you stayed in a room, not too far away from Aemond's, but still too far in your own opinion.

You cupped his face with your hand and ran your thumb across his cheek. “You know, I miss you at night sometimes. Even if we've spent the whole day together.”

“I miss you too, my love.” He placed his hand on top of your and kissed your palm.

You closed your eyes, content with his presence. For a while you two just lay there in the grass underneath the night sky until Aemond got up and pulled you up.

“I think it's time for bed. We can sleep in my room tonight,” he whispered.

“Oh, getting rebellious, are we?” You joked.

“No, I just want you to fall asleep in my arms tonight. Is that okay?”

“Of course it's okay.”

A gentle kiss graced the top of your head as the two of you went in for the rest of the night.

That night you slept peacefully wrapped up in Aemond’s arms. When you fell asleep he was there. When you woke up he was there. His soft snoring brought a sweet smile to your face as you brushed his hair back with your hand. His hair was also so neat, you felt somewhat blessed to see it unkept and so…comfortable.

When you saw his eyelids begin to flutter open you peppered his face with kisses.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered in his ear.

He chuckled. “Don't do that or we may not get out of bed.”

“Do what?” You asked innocently.

He gave you a knowing look. “You know what your whispers do to me.”

“Well maybe I want that, I'm just trying to get you ready.”

“Congratulations, it worked.”

Aemond captured you in a passionate kiss. His hands ran up your body to capture your tits over your shirt. It was a flimsy shirt, but it was still too much. Aemond circled your breasts with his hands, getting closer and closer to your nippes. You whined against him and arched your back to get closer. He took advantage of that and snuck his tongue in your mouth. The feel of him adding more and more. Your hands went to his hair and you pulled him even closer.

Aemond smiled at your eagerness and gave in, running each thumb over a pebbled nub. He had been teasing you so much you felt yourself clench at his touch.

After torturing you like this a few more times, each one causing louder and louder whines, he finally relented and pulled the shirt over your head. Free from the barrier, Aemond dipped his head down to take a bud in his mouth.

“Fuck, Aemond,” you whispered.

You reached down and felt him hard under his briefs. You palmed him as he lifted his hips to meet your hand. He was just as needy as you.

As he switched from one nipple to the other you tugged down his briefs just enough to free him. Hard and red at the tip, you got excited just looking at it.

Aemond released you with a pop before pulling you into another kiss. He was about to slip off your panties when you stopped him.

“I want to taste you first,” you told him.

You skipped his briefs off all while keeping eye contact. His eye never left yours. They widened as you dipped your head down to lick the head. Just that small touch had him buck into you. You gave his head another tiny lick and he groaned.

“Take my cock, my girl. I want to see your face stuffed.”

You gave him a sly smile before taking as much of him as possible all at once. You've done this enough times to be used to the stretch. Of course, you still need to warm up before taking *all* of him.

His precum was salty on your tongue and you loved it. You swirled your tongue over his head while bobbing your own head up and down. Raising your eyes, you could see Aemond gripped the sheets and tried to keep everything in.

You hummed, causing vibrations to go through him as he flung his head back in ecstacy.

“If you don't stop I'm -”

The words spurred you on. Hallowing your cheeks and bobbing faster, you wanted him to spill himself inside you. You wanted to taste him, all of him.

“Fuck!” He spilled into your mouth and you swallowed each drop. You let him go with a pop and crawled over to him.

Aemond brought his hand to your face and wiped away a dribble of his cum that was left on your lip.

“My turn,” he said before flipping the two of you over.

You landed on your back, sprawled over the bed. Aemond gave you a mischievous grin before settling himself between your legs. He hooked an arm over each thigh to keep you from moving away.

“I don't think that's necessary -” you began to say. “Fuck!”

His head was fully between your thighs and he was languidly lapping at your folds. He was slow and deliberate with each flick of his tongue and it drove you mad. He moved his focus to your clit and sucked on it, making you whimper. You pushed your hips up to meet him in a desperate attempt for more. You could feel Aemond smile against you as he sped up his flicks and licks. You were nearing your peak, you could feel yourself tightening but he wasn't going to let you off that easily. He pushed two fingers in, making you groan in surprise and pleasure. He pumped you with his fingers hard and he felt so damn good. Curling his fingers, he found your sweet spot.

“Aemond - Aemond, please, I'm gonna -”

“It's okay, baby. Let go. I want you to soak my hand.”

At his words the building pressure crescendoed into its peak. Blinding white pleasure was all you could see. Pleasure was all you could feel. Aemond didn't stop, he fucked you with his fingers all the way through your orgasm. He didn't stop until your body had stopped shaking. Gently pulling his finger out, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I can't wait to fuck you,” he whispered.

“Then why are you waiting?” You taunted.

Aemond growled then quickly flipped you over on your stomach.

“You want to be fucked? I'll fuck you.”

He teased you, playing with your entrance with the tip of his cock. You whimpered and tried to press back into him.

“So desperate for my cock. Don't worry, you'll get what you want.”

You could hear his smile but you didn't care. He was so close and you needed him inside you. In a quick motion, Aemond sheathed himself inside you. That glorious stretch shot through your body. As many times as he's fucked you, you know you'll never get completely used to the size of him and you welcome it gladly.

Relentlessly he pounded into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot. You loved it when he fucked you like this. It felt so perfect.

His hands gripped your hips to move you in time with him. There would be bruises from how tight he was holding you but it was something you loved.

Soon, a hand was brought around to play with your clit. You writhed against him but it was no use. You orgasm was building and building and the extra stimulation only made it rush to the surface even more.

Aemond pulled you up so you back was flat against his chest.

“Does this feel good, my love? My cock slamming into your pussy?”

“Yes, yes - fuck!”

“I need you to come for me. Can you do that?”

You mumbled out an answer.

“Aw, my baby has gone dumb,” he teased. “Let go. Come for me.”

He brought his other hand up to a breast and pinched a nipple. With a scream and the arch of you back you came undone on his cock. Aemond fucked you through it, chasing his own peak. Soon, he emptied himself inside you and the two of you collapsed on the bed.

You heard a soft laugh.

“I will never get used to that,” he whispered.

“Neither will I.”

He pressed a kiss to the back of your head before pulling himself out. You complained at the emptiness but he was quick to placate you with a warm towel to clean up.

Once the two of you were clean, Aemond gathered you into his arms and held you close.

“I love you, all of you.”

Those were the last words you heard before falling back asleep.

Screaming. All you could hear was screaming. It wasn't anyone around you; it was yourself. You hated this. You absolutely despise yourself when it happens. No control. None.

And you couldn't get it back.

It was nothing, it should've been nothing.

When you woke up you knew something was wrong. Your nightmare shook you and soon you were snowballing into a panic. A panic you couldn't stop.

When you saw that Aemond wasn't asleep next to you, you freaked out at the absence of him. Thoughts poured in from everywhere, being about everything. Maybe you were just a joke to him, just like how all the others used you. Maybe your father showed up to take you back.

You shut your eyes and pulled your knees to your chest. Rocking yourself back and forth, you tried to calm down, but to no avail.

“Aemond,” you whispered, “please come back. Please, please.”

Slowly, you began to dig your fingernails into the sides of your knees. You could feel the indents that were forming and almost wished to break skin and draw blood. Drawing blood was the only way you could feel something. Only then was the pain enough to even feel a hint of something.

You took your nails and drew them back and forth. Soon, you created a groove in your skin. You moved faster. You were desperate. You needed to feel something now or you were going to scream. While you continued to scratch you absentmindedly began to hit the back of your head on the headboard.

Two things now.

You could almost feel two things.

Looking down at your leg you saw that you broke skin. You couldn't help but smile at your achievement, sick as it was, horrible as it was; but you didn't care.

Feel. All you need it to feel.

Your snowballing thoughts soon turned into memories.

A group of girls laughing at you in the hallway.

Your first boyfriend telling you it was all a joke.

Finding another boyfriend making out with someone else.

The first time you slept with someone, thinking they cared but later laughed in your face when you asked what happens next.

Your father getting more and more aggressive as he steps closer to you.

The fear in your sister’s eyes as you take the blame.

Your father’s fist flying into your gut.

Your sister. Choosing your father over you.

It was too much. Your fingernails and the headboard were not enough for you to feel. You needed something more. You hated yourself for thinking this way but it was the only comfort you had then and the comfort you go to now.

Aemond still wasn't back. You tried to hold on for him. You knew he was coming back even if your jumbled mind told you otherwise.

“I'm so sorry,” you whispered as tears fell.

There was nothing you could do to make yourself stop. Instead, you got up, wrapped a blanket around yourself, and began looking for something, anything, that was a little sharp.

Keys. Aemond’s keys. Your eyes widened when you found them and you were quick to grab them off the dresser. Taking them in your hand, you began to scratch yourself back and forth. You were beginning to feel more and it was ecstasy. Tears tumbled down your cheeks as you let out a dry laugh. You were so focused on what you were finally feeling that you didn't hear the door open. Or hear him come behind you.

Aemond placed his hand on top of yours to stop the scratching.

“Take a breath, love.”

You stopped scratching but you were now shaking. You could barely get the words out. “Too much, Aemond. I'm so sorry.”

“There's nothing to be sorry for.”

He opened your hand and got you to drop the keys into his own. You stood there, frozen, as he put it away. He came up to you and put your hands in his.

“What happened?” He was concerned and his head was racing but his face remained soft.

“I…I don't know. I woke up, you weren't here, and I just started spiraling.”

“You had a panic attack because I wasn't next to you when you woke up?”

“No! It's not your fault!” Tears began to well up once again. “It's my head, it's my father, it's all those people in my life. They haunt me, Aemond. I've tried to erase them but whenever I get a little scared it all hits me again.”

You began to pull away from him and he let you, giving you the space to think and breathe. You bring yourself back to the bed and curl up.

“I love you, Aemond. I do. And I'm so, so sorry I'm like this. I hate it. I hate my head. I hate my father. I hate my ex’s. Hell, even to an extent I hate my sister for choosing our father over me. Everything hurts me and I hate it!”

Silence.

“Please say something,” you whisper.

Aemond sat himself down on the bed. “May I hold your hand?”

You nod and let him take your hand in his.

“No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise you that on everything I believe in.” He brought your knuckles up to his lips and gently kissed them. “As long as I'm with you, I swear.”

You closed your eyes and finally took a deep breath. “It's so much and I wish it wasn't. I've been working so hard it all crashed.”

“And that's okay, love. No matter what, I will be next to you.”

You pushed yourself closer to Aemond, seeking his warmth. Once you were close enough, he wrapped you in his arms and kissed the top of your head.

“We'll stay in here all day if you want. Just us,” he offered.

“Just us,” you echoed. As blissful as that thought was, you shook it off. “No, we should go out. I think I need to go somewhere else.”

“The park then? Or we can watch a movie?”

You cocked your head in thought. “Let's go for a walk, Aemond. I need to see the world again.”

“My love, I'll give you the world if you ask.” He tilted your head up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. While there was no heat, there was still passion.

Passion, and the promise of undying protection and love.

[roadkillremi]

Our beginnings.

Billy Loomis X The craft!F!Reader

Kinktober bonus

(if you haven't seen The Craft (1996) I recommend it. Skeet Ulrich is also in it.)

MasterList. Kinktober

Summary : People didn't like the fact you and Billy Loomis were together. They called it the downfall of Billy Loomis, due to his mom disappearing. People claimed the two of you didn't seem to match.With his sun tan and toned body and your black clothes and eye liner.

Warnings : Minors DNI, language, reader is a witch, hate sex, p in V, billy shows toxic behavior, reader is a witch, language, hatred, Billy mentions wanting to gut reader, characters are 18+

One might say at one point in the past you despised Billy Loomis. He hooked up with girls and left them while cheating on his girlfriend. He was the type of man you wouldn't be caught near. Until he "bumped" into you at Bradley's Video.

"Ah, sorry didn't see you there.." he smirked picking up the movies he dropped. He glanced up trying to see up your black skirt. You scoffed and snatched the movies holding a cigarette in your other hand.

"Smoking's bad for you." He added. You blankly looked at him, "Like you care.". You started walking to the front counter. He scurried in front of you, "You know I really do.". He grabbed the cigarette from you holding it gently. You rolled your eyes continuing to the counter. He smirked watching you walk away.

During lunch you sat by a tree in the courtyard. You noticed Billy slouching over to you. He shoved his hands in his front pockets.

"Hey"

"Hi." You muttered. You refused to look up at him and continued what you were doing. He looked over to his friend group then back at you.

"Do you wanna sit with us?" He offered.

"Tempting. But no thanks." You roll your eyes. Billy looked down at you before walking away. You glanced up watching him walk away, you had to admit he had a cute ass.

It was like this for weeks, Billy talking to you out the blue. One day you broke during lunch. He walked over again looking down at you.

"What do you want?" You fussed. He smiled, "Just to talk.".

"Listen. You can talk to plenty of girls-"

"But I want to talk to you." He grinned. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head.

"Sure." You muttered. You closed your notebook scooting over to make room for him. He sat down beside you looking at your notebook.

"I uh- heard you were a witch-" he whispered. You looked at him, "Uh-huh.". He studied your face, "Like you worship Satan?".

"No." You grinned. He smiled and nodded, " I'm not.. judging. I was just curious.." He leaned closer. You stiffened, "So that's why you wanted to talk to me.". Billy looked over at you, "No. I wanted to see if the rumors were true.".

"Never said they were." You added. He grinned, "I like you.".

"Sure.".

That was the beginning of your weird friendship. Yeah I started sitting with his friend group. Whenever he showed Sydney PDA he'd stare at you. You just glance back at him and then ignore him. But as soon as the killings started he distanced himself. If you tried to talk to him he'd stare at you and walk away. You went back to your habits of not talking to him. And he went back to his habits of sleeping with other girls.

That's also when you started receiving weird calls. The Ghostface attacks also started but no one was killed. You didn't think anything of it, it was probably kids from school pranking each other. You then started getting the feeling of being followed. You glanced over your shoulder, nothing. You went back to walking shrugging it off. Once you got to the woods to carefully stepped inside.

The crunches of the leaves blinded your senses. You took deep breaths finding a spot for you to sit. You opened your bag bringing out your notebook and candles. You unfolded a cloth laying it down. You sat your candles up and lit them. You proceed to put a piece of bread on the cloth.

"So you are a witch?-" a voice interrupted. You jumped looking back, "Don't worry. I won't tell." He added. You glared at him about to blow out your candles.

"I didn't mean to disturb you." He sat down beside you. You sighed, "Well you did.". He grinned, "We have a lot more in common than you think.".

"No. We don't." Your voice was stern. He glanced down at you with a slight smile. He then looked at your stuff, "You can leave." You added. You tried to persway him to go, he just sat there.

"I don't like Sydney." He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, "So that's why you cheat on her.". You acted surprised before glaring at him. He gave you a stern look, "I like you.".

Your stomach dropped, you clenched your pen. You started packing your stuff, "You are impossible.".

"What?"

"You ignore me for a month because you like me?!? Billy Loomis? Of all people?! I'm not stupid!" You shouted. You stood up trying to walk away. He grabbed your forearm and gave you a stern look.

"Don't you dare abandon me." He whispered. You froze, "Are... are you threatening me?". He blinked, "No.".

"Listen, Billy. I am capable of more than you know." You yanked your arm back and started walking away. Your combat boots stomped over the twigs and crushed leaves. Billy followed close behind you, "will you stop?".

"Uh, no. I will not." You pushed past the tree tunks. He grabbed your forearm pulling you towards him.

"I need your help." He admitted. You pushed him in his chest, "So all that? Cause you want to use me?!". He shook his head, "No just stop!".

"You stop!" You kept walking away. He grabbed your arm pushing you against a tree.

"Just Listen." He demanded. You leaned your head back against the trees bark.

"Fine." You gave in. He backed away, "I need your help and Stu... he's well Stu.". You stared at him not understanding what he wanted.

"I.. I'm Ghostface." He looked down at you. You blinked and huffed, "Okay, sure.". He looked you up and down, "You don't believe me?".

"No." You started walking away, you spotted a street light in the distance. Billy groaned and pulled you into a kiss.

"How is that supposed to help your case?!".

He shrugged looking back behind him then at you. You rolled your eyes, "I'm done with this conversation.".

"I just thought you'd understand."

"You're trying to use me!" You shouted.

"Just shut up!" He yelled. You stared at him, "Please just... give me a chance.. you're the only person worth my time.". You stood in disbelief and smiled softly at him.

"I'll give you a chance. But fuck up... you're life will be ruined." You pointed a finger at him. He smiled and kissed you, "Uh huh..".

That was the origin of Billy's secret affair with Woodsborow high's local witch. Then the secret wasn't so secret, Sydney up and "vanished" out of town. People got scared of you and Billy together. He was already intimidating but with you by his side, he was frightening.

Stu even panicked a little seeing you. He stared at Billy like he was crazy. You tilted your head and looked at him.

"What does she want?-" he looked back at you. Billy glared at Stu, "Calm down. You'd like her... let's say... she makes our problems.. vanish" he grins. Stu looked down at you, "Whoa.. no freaking way..". You rolled your eyes, "I'm not a magician.".

"Yeah .. okay sure." He kept looking at you. Billy wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled.

"She knows about.. our friend.".

Stu tilted his head confused, his eyebrows knitted together. Billy huffed punching the bridge of his nose, "Ghost.".

"Oh! Yeah!" He smiled then went into shock.

"You said not to tell a soul!" He shouted. Billy grabbed his shoulders, "Just shut up!". Stu obeyed and looked at you, "Fine. Whatever. She can come over.". You rolled your eyes as he walked away.

"Is he always like that?" You ask. Billy stays silent grabbing your hand. You look up at him, " why did you make him invite me to his house?". He looked down at you, "For privacy." He smiled.

He was right, Stus parents were never home. Stu practically gave you a room, which you gracefully took. Billy would stay in that room a lot with you. He'd watch you do whatever you needed to do. If it was cursing someone or just a shrine. He'd then watch a movie with you as you fell asleep. You couldn't complain, your life was better with Billy. Until he mentioned his plan...

"I'm not doing that." You stomped away. He walked after you, "You made Sydney go away!"

"I made her and her dad move in the middle of the night!" You yelled. You walked into your room waving your hand to slam his door into his face.

"Stop slamming the door!" Stu shouted from his room. Billy stood Infront of the door, "come on!".

"No!" You yelled. You crossed your arms staring at the door.

"I'm not killing anyone." You added. You heard a dark chuckle from the door.

"It's more of justice..."

"Justice?" You opened the door.

"Casey is a slut." He stared her down. You shake your head, "It's over.". Before you could close the door he pushed himself through.

"You're not abandoning me." He threatened. You grabbed your book bag shoving things inside it. He snatched the bag throwing it on the ground.

"Billy stop it or else." You warned. He stepped towards you, "Or else what?!" He laughed.

"You're nothing without me!" He yelled. You winced, "That's not true.". He stared down at you, "Uh huh, sure. You even thought I loved you.". You froze, "You psychotic bitch!". You grabbed the bag off the floor heading towards the door. He grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss. You pushed him away and stared at him, "What is your problem?!". He just smiled at you, "Maybe I was too nice.. I did love you.. but God your chanting!".

You rolled your eyes at him, "And that! God I fucking hate that! You're such a damn brat! I just hate you!". You raised your eyebrows and stared at him.

"Billy listen to yourself.".

"No! You listen to me!" He pinned you against the bed and parted your legs with his. You gasped and stared up at him, "I just.. I hate you so much... that I love being around you..". You blinked, "That sounds so stupid. This is stupid! I hate being with you!". He glared down at you, "yeah? Me too! It'll just fuck you until you stop being such a damn brat!".

You panicked a bit, "Billy I never ha-"

"I know.. its alright." He smiled flipping your plaid skirt up. You breathed heavily confused if you wanted him or not. He pulled your underwear down before stuffing it into your mouth.

"Just shake your head to answer." He mumbled. You nodded he unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out.

"It's okay, right?" He stared into your eyes. You watched him lightly stroke himself waiting for you. You nodded again, he smiled shoving himself into you.

"So fucking wet.." he groaned. You moaned muffled, he glanced up at you. He smirked, "mm.. that'll shut you up? Should've done this from the beginning.". He thrusted into you, he stared in your eyes.

You felt tears build up, unsure of where they were from. His harsh words or his cock stretching you out. You whines were muffled and ignored by him. His eyes scanned over your body, he only saw you as a toy. His eyes were content by watching your boobs jiggle as he thrust in. He grunted slamming himself into to see them jiggle more. He finally took your underwear out of your mouth and smirked.

"You're a moron." You spat. He leaned down close to your face, "Just when I was about to go easy on you.". You scoffed, you didn't want to show him your enjoyment.

"I never wanted to date you. You're an ignorant piece of shit!" You fussed breathing unevenly. He chuckled, "the more you fuss the more you tighten around me.". You glared up at him, he pushed himself into you with a smile.

"I have to admit.. you're a better girlfriend than Sydney ever was." He groaned. You were taken back by his words. You smirked, "So you do like me?". He quickly wrapped his hand around your throat shutting you up.

"There you go, running that damn mouth of yours." He complained. He squeezed your throat a bit as he bottomed you out. You closed your eyes trying not to give him any satisfaction.

"Shit... As much as I wanna gut you-" he grunts. You open your eyes to the word gut, "I just can't have you leave..". The whiplash of his emotions threw you off.

"Do you wanna date me or not?" You spat. He squeezed your throat, "we'll talk about that later..". A bang on the door echoed in the room.

"Will you two fuck quieter?!" Stu fussed. Billy scoffed, straightening his posture he looked over his shoulder. His toned body was displayed in front of you. His t-shirt clung to his torso, you reached out gripping it. He turned back towards you with a smirk.

"Now you wanna play along?" He raised an eyebrow. You pulled him down by the shirt kissing him. He groaned softly against your lips. He gripped your chin making you look up at him.

"Maybe I should keep you around longer..."

[morlao]

"You can thank me later"

Headcanons:

Being best friends with Anne Sallow

(contains Sebastian x f!reader)

- The first time you meet Anne the two of you immediately get along very well. She is more than happy that after all the weeks that she spent alone with her uncle Salomon, she finally has someone her age - and on top of that A GIRL - to talk to.

- You both spend the whole afternoon talking about Hogwarts while laughing and giggling about the memories that she shares with you.

"Do you know how horrified Leander gets when he sees a spider? One time during class he jumped on his desk and screamed like a little girl for at least five minutes! Professor Hecat had to promise him three times that it was gone before he agreed to sit down again."

- Of course Sebastian starts to feel left out pretty soon. He left you two for only a few couple of minutes and when he steps back in the room you are so busy talking that you don't even notice him. He jumps around, making a scene and acting like a total drama queen, which makes you and Anne cry out in laughter. He dramatically points his finger at Anne: "Stop stealing my best friend!"

- He is not really angry, though, more relived that Anne finally seems happy again. It's been a very long time since he heard her laugh like this. He even feels like she's finally able to forget about the curse - at least for a few minutes.

- After your first meeting you visit Anne on a regular basis. Almost every weekend you spend some time with her, often bringing some snacks from Honeydukes or something from Zonko's to cheer her up.

- Sebastian really appreciates what you do for her and - if that's even possible - he falls even harder for you. Of course Anne doesn't miss the hidden glances and the way he smiles when he looks at you. Not to mention the blush on his face and the fact that he often acts like an idiot in front of you to get your attention. Maybe it's also because of twin intuition that his feelings for you are like an open book to her.

"Merlin, I can't believe how nobody sees that!"

- She loves to tease him about it, which almost every single time gives him nearly a heart attack and causes him to panic as he fears that she might tell you, since you two grew really close. And girls tell their best friends everything, don't they?

"Awww does my twin brother have a crush?"

"Shut up, Anne! That's not true!"

"Of course not, there are a million other reasons why you look at her like that!"

She starts imitating Sebastian's glances and gestures, which causes his face to blush a deeper shade of red than the Gryffindors' flag.

- Even though she likes to tease her brother about his crush on you (by threatening him to tell you if he didn't confess soon) she will not say a single word to you about it. Once in a while she might drop a hint or ask you a question in order to find out whether or not you like Sebastian too. She might say things like:

"Don't you think that he's acting weird lately?"

Or

"He let you have some of his Bertie Bott's Beans? Wow, normally he never shares with anyone! You must be really special to him!"

- Even though Sebastian constantly flirts with you he won't make a proper move for a very long time as he is afraid that you don't like him as more than a friend. While Anne was really amused about that at first, she starts to get pretty annoyed after a few months.

"For Merlin's sake, Sebastian! When will you finally confess to her? If you wait any longer, other boys may take their chance! You know she's amazing, a lot of people fancy her!"

Anne's words haunt Sebastian in his dreams so he decides that the next time you accompany him to Feldcroft he will tell you about his feelings. But again he is too nervous. He just doesn't find the right moment and the right words to tell you (even though he forced Ominis to act out this scene with him various times).

- In the meantime Anne has made a plan herself. She knew exactly that her brother wouldn't find the courage to tell you so she decided that it was finally time for her to take action. As soon as you knock on the door she jumps up, runs outside and takes both your hands while giggling excitedly.

"Y/N, finally! How was your date with Garreth? You have to tell me everything!"

She leads you inside without giving you the chance to stare at her in confusion and ask her what the hell she was talking about. Obviously you weren't on a date with Garreth. Garreth was just a good friend. Your heart belonged to someone else. That special someone who now stood frozen outside the door, absolutely horrified at what he just heard. Garreth FUCKING Weasley!

- He screams out in frustration before clenching his hands into fists and storming inside where you and Anne are standing. Anne is still giggling and asking questions about your "date", barely leaving you time to answer. Sebastian can't believe how happy she is. She knows exactly that he loves you and she still seems to be so excited about the idea of you and Weasley! In his hurtred and anger he doesn't even notice how confused you are and that you try to interrupt Anne various times by asking her, what she was talking about.

- "Anne, what the hell?" He shouts while grabbing her arm. "You knew Y/N was going on a date with Weasley and you didn't bother telling me?!"

Anne smiles innocently. "Of course I knew. She's my best friend. Actually it was my idea. She told me that Garreth passed her a note in potions, asking her if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him. I told her to say yes. Garreth is a nice guy, so why not?"

- Sebastian is so furious, he can't believe what she says. "I told you months ago, that I love her and you set her up with GARRETH? WHAT THE HELL, ANNE?"

- Anne's smile gets even bigger as she watches you stare at him in disbelief. "You love me?" Sebastian freezes as he realises that he just confessed to you (if that's what you could call that screaming and shouting). His face turns bright red and he gets all flustered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "Yes, I do." He finally manages to say.

- Now it's your turn to blush a deep shade of red. Sebastian Sallow loved you? You couldn't help but smile. You never expected him to have a crush on you. While you try real hard not to turn into a blushing and giggling mess he still stares at you. Of course, you're such an idiot! He obviously wanted an answer, a reaction, any sign that you're still alive.

- "Sebastian...", you stutter while slowly stepping closer and taking his hand. "Did you really think that I would go on a date with Garreth? I thought it was quite obvious that I like someone else." You pull him closer and he holds his breath. "Do you really think I would drop everything and go into the forbidden forest to fight some spiders with you if I don't have a crush on you? Wow, I guess even the Hogwarts ghosts know I like you!"

- A huge smile appears on Sebastian's face and before you could say something else he cups your face with his hands and kisses you. Your heart skips a beat when you kiss him back. You couldn't believe it was finally happening!

- When the two of you let go of each other, you see Anne standing there with a huge smile, looking completely satisfied with herself. "You can thank me later!" You laugh and pull her into a hug while Sebastian stares at her with a grin, shacking his head. She really was a true Slytherin.

[clare-875]

Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 25

[The Truth]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-Four] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Six] _____

Levi is quiet on his descent down the stairs to the basement. The sun was now high in the sky as he walked behind Eren, Mikasa and Hange. They had just spent several moments travelling through the barren town and ridding debris that prevented access to the basement. Now they were finally there, walking down the stairs, at the door to the entrance. Levi's hold on his lamp steadies as Eren reaches for his key, the one his father gave him many years ago. Eren's hands tremble slightly before they steady and he pushes the key into the lock. He struggles for several moments, twisting and turning before he stops in realisation and takes in a sharp intake of breath. "What is it?" Hange asks from behind him, as Eren turns to them, eyes haunted.

"This... This key... It doesn't go to this door..." Everyone looks at him in disbelief. "You're kidding... I'm certain that's the key Dr. Jaeger had." Mikasa speaks up from next to Eren as Levi feels himself lose patience after the torturous events of the day. His voice is dull, duller than usual, and no one says anything when he speaks up. "Step aside..." He ignores Hange as they try to stop him before he kicks in the door in front of him, ripping it to the side. The others look in shock, but Levi simply continues forward. He finds a lamp and lights it up, using a match and allowing it to catch the flame. The room glows in soft, warm light allowing everyone to see what the basement holds.

It looked like a laboratory, with a single desk and craters and cabinets scattered around the room. "My dad was a doctor, so... he was always cooped up down here mixing medicine," Eren speaks up, as he observes the room. "That makes sense," Hange replies, picking up a bottle on a shelf. "In fact, if this medicine is all labelled correctly, it's stuff that's widely available. And since all the books here relate to medicine, at first glance, it's just a doctor's study. There's nothing suspicious here. It's like that's what he wants people to think." Levi then speaks as he observes the bottles and books scattered on the desk. "If you're hiding stuff from the Interior Police, you wouldn't want it out in the open... Quit standing around, brats. Erwin's hunches are rarely wrong."

Eren and Mikasa nod in obedience before looking around the basement for what they had travelled all this way for: answers. Several moments pass in deep silence, Levi letting out a deep sigh as he looks around the room. That is until Mikasa speaks up, crouching next to the desk. "Eren..." her voice catches the attention of the three others in the room as they look up to her. "There's a keyhole right here." Levi, Hange and Eren quickly approach seeing that it's true. On the left side of the desk was a keyhole ingrained in the wood. Eren reaches for his key once more, taking it out and pointing it to the keyhole. There is a moment of hesitance before he pushes it forward and sure enough, this time, the key had perfectly fit into place.

There is a click.

"It opened," Eren says, voice slightly wavering as he removes the key and pulls open a hidden drawer. "It's empty?!" Eren yells out in shock at the absence of anything within it, but Levi notices something as his dull voice reaches the silent room. "Look closer. It's a false bottom." He reaches forward and lifts the wood, revealing three books. "This smells like peppermint oil and charcoal," Hange says as she lifts a strange substance that had been in the drawer along with the books. "Were these treated to keep moisture and bugs away?" Levi looks down darkly as the four lift the books and place them on the table. "We were looking for something... and these must be it." Eren looks down at the first book in front of him. "I wonder what it was my dad wanted to show me." He mutters out before going to turn the first page of a book on the table.

Mikasa grabs Eren's hand gently in courage as they both turn the book. A second passes as the four look down. On the first page was a picture of a man, a woman and a child, the man being Eren's father, Grisha Yaegar. "This is... a portrait?" Eren asks before Hange goes to inspect it. "No... It's far too detailed for this to be drawn by a person." They say looking at the picture, before Mikasa speaks up. "That's Dr, Jaeger's writing," Mikasa says as she points behind the picture proportion. Hange turns it around and sees a paragraph written on the underside of the picture. "This is no illustration. Instead, this uses light reflected off a subject... and burns the image on special paper. It's called a photograph." They then hesitate a moment before reading the next few lines of words.

"I came from a place outside... the walls where humanity lives in elegance. Humanity has not perished. I pray the person who finds this book is a fellow patriot." Mikasa and Eren go to then turn the next page as Hange finishes reading the paragraph, a grim silence in the air. However, as the Scouts look down, they find another picture, only this time Levi moves forward, voice cracking in shock as he looks at it. "Is that..." Hange looks over his shoulder as Eren and Mikasa also look at the page before them with trembling hands. "[y/n]?" On the page was another photograph, this time of a man with blond hair and blue eyes, just like the woman who was posed next to Eren's father in the previous photo. Next to him and smiling softly was a woman, only she was the mirror image of you. Clear [s/c] skin, bright [e/c] eyes, long [h/c] hair and angelic features much like your own. In her grasp was a young child, fast asleep.

On the underside of this photo was a short blunt sentence. "The deceased brother and family of my previous wife... Dina Fritz."

.....

You awoke with a gasp, breathing harshly as you sat up, moving to grasp at your pounding head only to look down. You were on a bed in an empty room, chains around your wrists. You felt your heart rate begin to pick up. Where are you? Then, your memories start to flood back to you. You were with Reiner, about to kill him. He had muttered strange words to you... about how someone needed you, as they needed Eren. Then, the prick on your upper arm, the drowsiness, the Titan approaching you and the strange blond-haired man next to you. You look around at the barren walls trying to calm down. It was almost like a cell from what you could see. Just as you were about to lose yourself to your thoughts on ways to escape, you heard the door click and looked up.

It was him.

The same blond-haired man with glasses walked into the room, only now he had regained his limbs and wore a plain button-up shirt. He eyes the room tiredly before he turns to you, a wide smile reaching his face. "[y/n]! You're awake," he says before approaching you. You, in turn, frown at him as he goes to sit at a table by your bed. "Who are you?" You utter darkly looking at his blue eyes through his circular glasses. "Why did you bring me here? What do you want? Where am I?" He holds up his hand at your questions, only making your anger surge more. "Calm down, we'll get to that in a second. Can't a man just be happy to see an old relative?" You freeze at his words, lungs contracting at his statement. Relative?

He eyes your surprise and frowns half-heartedly. "What? You didn't know that either?" He lets out a deep sigh as he shakes his head almost disappointedly. "I would've thought your mother would've at least-" You cut him off swiftly, irritation bubbling in your mind at the lack of answers and now the mention of your mother in such a dissatisfied tone. "My mother is dead." You say as you let a brief silence take over. The man in front of you sighs once more at your words, a grim look adorning his face. "I'm sorry to hear that. Just as I expected though. I guess even she couldn't survive the trip to the paradise." You look up at his words, eyebrows furrowing. Why was this man speaking as though he would know anything about you?

"Where am I?" You repeat your question in the silent room as he finally looks up at you, eyes gleaming under his glasses. "I guess I should answer your questions now shouldn't I..." he mutters before sitting up and looking at you. "You're in Marley. A nation across the sea from where you came from... Paradis Island." You freeze at his words in shock. An Island? A nation beyond the walls? "H-how?" You mutter out as he looks at your confusion, deep contemplation on his face as he decides to tell you what has happened.

(A/N: Prepare for a long summary of AOT history + Zeke's background 😬 You can skip to the next A/N if you see fit.)

He tells you about how roughly 1853 years ago, Ymir Fritz, an ancestor of the people known as the Eldians made a contract with the Devil of all Earth and obtained the Power of the Titans. Upon her death, Ymir's spirit was split into the nine Titans forming the Eldian Empire. He told you how the Empire defeated Marley and ruled over the continent, bringing forth the Dark Ages when the Subjects of Ymir saw other races as inferior and suppressed them. The Ethnic cleansing had continued for roughly 1700 more years, but Marley had then retained seven of the nine Titans under their control to overthrow the Eldians and win against them in the Great Titan War roughly 113 years ago. He tells you how the Eldian King at the time erected three walls on the Island of Paradis and fled there with many people, but he did not take all of his people there.

"Some of their ancestors stayed on Marley," he says voice grim. "But we are put at fault for the wrongdoings of our ancestors, oppressed by the people of Marley... no, by the people of the world." He looks at you, eyes sharp. "We were forced to live within the internment zone, marked as the devil." You take in a shaky breath at his words, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of information you know the Scouts had been searching for all their lives. "If any of us Eldians disobeyed the people of Marley in any way, we would be taken to the Island and turned into Titans. The Titans you and the Scouts killed, thinking they were your true enemy." He pauses before looking at you, shock still clouding your eyes and cold sweat on your brows.

"[y/n]... my father's name was Grisha Jaeger, my name is Zeke Jaeger." You look up, eyes widening. "W-what? But that would mean-" Zeke nods at your words interrupting you. "That's right, Eren is my brother, well half-brother," Zeke tells you about how his father opposed the people of the Marley Government, especially after they murdered his little sister. He says he joined the Patriots, a group of restorationists working to revive Eldia. They had found the "truth" about how Ymir did not cause oppression and devastation to the nation of Marley but cultivated the wilds, bridged the mountains, and helped develop the nation. As years passed, he then met a woman sent to them by a man called "The Owl." The man providing information on the Marleyan Government to them, and the unknown leader of The Patriots.

The woman's name was Dina Fritz. The last descendant of royal blood. Zeke spoke of how she gave The Patriots information only the royals had access to, helping with their plans and schemes. How she spoke that the king within the walls had stopped fighting and that's why we were still repressed. How Grisha exclaimed that they should fight to overthrow the Marleyan government. He tells you about how a year later Dina and Grisha got married, having him. But, as times and people changed along with the growing development, there was an announcement made. The Marley government needed Subjects of Ymir to serve as vessels for the Nine Titans and become Marleyan warriors. The reason being, a preparation for a struggle for resources as military technology advances. A massive cache of fossil fuel lies beneath Paradis Island, they had reached a time where they could ignore it no longer.

However, there was a warning left by the King from 113 years ago. That if the Marleyans ever interfere with those within the walls, millions upon millions of Titans in the walls will flatten the entire world. This threat meant no one would dare confront the King or the people. Thus, the Marley government had the same goal as the Restorationists; to infiltrate the walls and recover the founding Titan. But that would mean the likelihood that those of Marley would retrieve the founding Titan before the Restorationists would rise and thus, his father came up with a plan... to use his son... Zeke... him. How they forced their ideals down his throat so that he would become a Marleyan soldier.

But Zeke had in the end chosen to protect his grandparents and himself. Turning in his father and mother to the Marley Public Security, they were taken away, to be transformed into Titans, and sent to the Paradise; Paradis Island. Only, his father had survived, inherited the Titan called the Attack Titan from the man known as "The Owl," when he revealed himself, making his way to the walls, meeting Eren's mother and having Eren.

(A/N: That was so much, I'm sorry. The story continues from here.)

"What has all of this got to do with me?" You ask, voice weaker than you hoped it would be.

"Because [y/n]," he says looking at you. "My mother had a brother, [f/n] Fritz. He married a woman... [m/n] [l/n] and they had a child... you." Your heart pounds relentlessly in your chest, your brain struggling to comprehend all that you had been told in such a short time. Fritz... Your father was a descendant of royal blood. You were from here, from Marley. "Don't you see [y/n]!" Zeke exclaims looking at you. "We're cousins, we share the same royal blood, we are one and the same!" You look at his excitement, still in shock. "W-what happened to them?" You utter as you see the way Zeke seems to calm down slightly before turning to you once more. He lets out a deep sigh.

"It was about a year before I was born. My mother told me about her brother; your father. He was also part of the patriots who planned to go against the government." He tells you how your father had been recruited by the man called the "Owl" much earlier than his mother. He tells you how he worked alongside the Patriots bringing them secrets only the royal family had access to, helping them in their revelations. But then, he speaks of a traitor, a mishap. How your father had been taken in for questioning one day, but under the revelation that he was a royal descendant opposed to the government was tortured and then killed on the spot.

"Your father died but protected the identities of the other revolutionists... Still, it was too late for you and your mother. Not only was the government closing in on your location, they had found out that your mother was a [l/n]. Just like the Ackerman family, they were the product of the Eldian Empire's experiments in Titan science." You look up in shock... Levi. "The Ackermans were designed to protect Eldia's King. They were gifted with the ability to awaken the powers of a Titan without turning into one themselves. The [l/n]s were different. They acted as spies for Eldia's king; thus, they were gifted with tremendous speed and the ability to heal quickly, just as a Titan would." You listen silently as shock garters your system looking to the man who speaks hauntingly to you.

"They were also under threat, prosecuted out of fear of their powers both within and outside the walls as they can withstand the First King's brainwashing... Karl Fritz's ideology that the Titans and Eldians should never have existed and that we should all atone for our sins. Either way, the government was closing in on your location, so one night your mother ran off with you." His eyes turned to you. "If you survived as my father did, the only way your mother would have even had a slither of a chance at escape was through the man who infiltrated the Marleyan government. The Owl. There was a report that a horse went missing on Paradis the same night you and your mother went missing. But my mother, Dina, didn't have any hope you would survive in the Titan-infested lands even with your mother's power... she was wrong."

Your eyes are wide as all the answers you have been fighting to find your whole life are spilt onto you like sharp rain. The secrets of your origin. The secrets of your power. The secrets of your family. Placed on a silver platter for you to consume. It was overwhelming and you had to steady yourself on your bed despite being sat there the whole time. "W-why tell me all of this... so willingly?" You ask, looking up to meet eyes with the man who sits by your bed. "Don't you wish for the Eldian's demise? Aren't you part of the enemy that wishes me and everyone else on that island were dead?" Zeke lets out a half-hearted smile at your response as he looks out the window.

"No."

You look up as he stares wistfully at the setting sun that lets gold rays seep through the glass. "I felt sorry for my parents the moment I handed them in. I didn't think I would. They treated me like I was nothing but a tool for their desires. But I did, and a part of me wanted to continue with their goal to free our race; the Eldian race." He looks at you, eyes barely visible in the reflecting lights. "The man I inherited my Titan from, the Beast Titan, was interested in the science of it all. He told me that the Founding Titan had the power to not only affect the memories of the Subjects of Ymir but also change the composition of their bodies." You stare at him; his words blunt as they reach the air. "I refuse the idea instilled that Titans from the walls should kill and trample everything on Earth if the Marleyans interfere with those on Paradis. I plan a different way to rid of this conflict without the need for excess death or war... but I can't let even you know of the plan until I have all the necessities for it to be fulfilled."

He continues to talk, despite your growing curiosity and slight distrust. What is this plan? He looks at you more sharply now. "The only way to accomplish this plan... Well, the Founding Titan would have to be in physical contact with someone who conforms and is descended from royal blood..." He continues to look at your anticipating form. "I learnt of it... that day. Bertholdt and Reiner came to me. They said that Eren held both the Founding and Attack Titan powers somehow, likely my father's doing. That day when he somehow controlled the Titans." You think back to all that time ago when you had fought to save Eren from the clutches of Reiner and Bertholdt as he had been kidnapped. You remember how in the aftermath of freeing Eren an unbelievable number of Titans filled the scene. You had almost run out of gas but with the last burst of energy you had saved Eren from an approaching Titan, and then sparks had lightened from your touch on his. Still in your hold, Eren had yelled out to a Titan approaching Mikasa, controlling them.

"It was you," Zeke says as he notices the revelation brimming in your eyes. "In that moment, Eren had contact with you, someone with royal blood and a [l/n] that possessed Titan's blood. He temporarily had access to the full potential of the Founding Titan. He controlled them that day, allowing you and the Scouts to escape." You meet eyes with the man, your insides churning in realisation. So that's what happened. "I will admit I was shocked when I learnt that it was not only my half-brother who retained the Founding Titan I so desired, but also that my cousin, who looked so much like the woman my mother showed me in photographs, had survived." You stare at his bittersweet and slightly wild smile as he continues. "Of course, I know that Eren is under the influence of my father's memories now, but I swear I will save him, and we will put an end to all of this together."

Moments pass in silence as Zeke Jaeger reveals the breadth of reality to you. "Why did you bring me here then?" You ask looking at him still in question. Zeke looks to you, something that looks almost like pity taking over his features. "Well, my main goal was to free you... with the truth. Like Eren, I saw you were bound to your ignorant minds. You, Eren, and even I have been subject to the lives our parents committed themselves to. Always on the run or hiding or fighting for their desires and their wants. You deserved to know what happened and what led you to your current predicament, still opposing an enemy you thought was as simple as the Titans. [y/n]... it's so much more than that... we are fighting the whole world." He gets up and reaches for a key in his pocket before walking over to you.

"There is one more thing to you being here of course." He says as he undoes your chains and you silently rub your wrists at his words. "You are descended from royal blood, and you possess Titan's blood as a [l/n]. Of course, this means that, unlike the queen on Paradis, you don't even need to transform into a Titan to allow Eren to use the Founding Titan's power. If Eren finds this out prematurely, you could become an asset he would more likely turn to in accomplishing any brainwashed ideals; I can't have that." The basement... You wonder if your Squad, Levi, Hange... all those left behind, were able to find the answers Zeke spills to you now. You wonder if like Zeke fears, they even found the truth about your heritage within that cellar. You frown sharply at the mere thought. This man, your cousin, intends to keep you here merely because of his superior mindset and for the likes of his plan. So much for "saving" you, it felt like you were caged on enemy territory, and the truth was that you were.

As if reading your thoughts, Zeke speaks up once more. "I have no right to restrain you, but I ask you to stay here for a year. In a year I plan to send some Anti-Marleyan Volunteers to Paradis, with the hopes that they betray the first survey fleet I know the Marleyan soldiers plan to send to the Island. I want to help the Survey Corps with technological transfer and intelligence gathering. You being present will no doubt be a key aspect to a peaceful exchange between the Scouts and us." You look up, frown not dissipating by his calm words. "Your intelligence about the Island will also help us to better understand what technological advances you may require, and how society thrives beyond the walls." Zeke then goes silent as he watches you, but you slowly shake your head.

You can't stay here waiting around and helping Zeke for a year. A man you just met. A man you had yet to trust on any of this. You could simply be helping the enemy, blindsided by his willingness to offer information, or by the manipulation to hold you to his own desires. But more importantly... "I can't stay here." You say, voice blunt and unyielding. "I made a promise to someone back within the walls. I am grateful for the truth but I belong back there, with them. I can't trust you as a hostage for your so-called plan. You can't keep me here." Zeke pauses at your words, lips downturned as he looks down at you now, eyes sharpening subtly in the low lights. "That's right, I won't. I won't force you to stay here. But it will be impossible to leave at all without my help. You are deep in enemy territory [y/n], one inkling that you are a devil, one slip of my word and you won't likely survive."

You look at him in frustration, gritting your teeth. "I know you may think my reasons are scarce for bringing you here, but I told you, my main goal was to free you from the restraints your parents posed on you. I wanted to show you that there were two sides to the coin, as another member of our retched family oppressed by one opinion forced and shown to them. Your position in the Scouts and within the walls is powerful. You would be a valuable asset to have. Even if you simply agree with our ideals and see that this is the only way to end the war peacefully. You can see it, [y/n], I know you can, the devastation that will otherwise be caused."

"I hope when all else is revealed, you will side with me, [y/n]. I just need time."

With that Zeke Jaeger left the room as you sat on your bed free of your restraints but not the turmoil imposed on your mind.

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[Chapter Twenty-Four] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Six]

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[itsohh]

Mi Calvario

A/N: Female reader, didn't want to write a full series so here's just a bunch of snippets of events that took place. Anything in box brackets is spoken in Spanish. (Because like who wants to try scroll for a key during a fic, not me and my Spanish is horrible. (I cheated in Spanish class in highschool))

Summary: With Las Almas in ruin, Rudy makes sures to check up on the only other Vaqueros who isn't in prison. Wife of Alejandro, you insist on joining Rudy in the fight. Despite the constantly underlying illness that keeps you out of the field, your determined to fight for your home.

Word count: 1981

Warnings: None

AO3 Masterlist

Ever one with the shadows, Ghost paused with his reunion with Rudy. "Who's your friend?" His eyes glanced to the darkest corner of the room, Soaps soon followed his lead. Soap really had to squint and then the smallest movement came.

"[Stand down.]" Rudy didn't need to turn his head for you to know he was speaking to you.

"[Look at you Rudy, still making friends even at this age huh?]" Out from the shadows you stepped, rifle now slung over your shoulder.

"[More of Alejandro's friends but eh.]"

"[Always was the one to work well with others.]" You fiddled with the strap of your glove around your rist, tightening it slightly.

In full view of the moon light the two SAS operatives were able to see your full form.

"Forgive me, this Ghost and Soap."

"Pleasure." Soap smiled and Ghost nodded to you.

"This is Major-"

"Ah not any more. That's you now." You tutted. Rudy paused and glanced towards the men.

"She's ex Vaqueros."

"Ex?" Soap raised a brow.

"Retired if you believe it. Well, at least I was until the entire fucking city went up in smoke."

"Bit young to be retired?" Soaps question had you light slightly under your breath.

"Ah, a charmer. My retirement wasn't one of my own will. Medical reasons. Active duty kept it making it worse." A sigh left your mouth. "I would have kept working until I dropped but ah Alejandro wouldn't have it. Caring bastard. Don't worry, it won't affect my performance." You gave him a wink.

"Alejandro's going to kill me for getting you involved."

"Think the whole citys involved at this point. Think the question is, what is this? What shit have we stepped into?"

Ghost glanced at Soap, a small nod before he opened his mouth.

-

"So, your close with Alejandro?" Soap asked as the four of you approached the prison.

"Very."

"What made you join the Vaqueros?"

"Alejandro of course. There's not many people out there who are as passionate about their home like he is. I was I suppose when it comes down to it, a drifter. Just went and did what my military told me to. It wasn't until I met Alejandro that I realized why we fight. His passion is contagious." There was a gleen to your eyes as you spoke.

"You sound like you idolized him."

"I do, in a way. If there's anyone worth dying for it would be him."

"[Yeah but he's also your husba-]" Rudy started to speak before you interupted him with a harsh but non serious tone.

"[Shut up.]" A deep breath left your lips. "[I'll have you know, I've believe that long since anything happened between us. Besides you feel the same way, I don't see how that would relate at all.]"

"[I wasn't trying to make an attack I was just bringing it up.]" The pair of you started to bicker, still rather teasing. Your words so fast, Soap wasn't unable to keep up. Ghost could.

-

"I'll take point." You nodded to Ghost as he braced against Alejandro's cell door. At your signal, he opened the door and you took a step in. To an empty room? Your thought and slight confusion was cut off when your back slammed against the wall of the cell. Alejandro's arm pressed against your throat and anger consumed his face. Despite the pain, you couldn't help but stare at him in glee. You loved to see him like this and it felt far too long since you had seen him at all. The sweet sound of Alejandro's demanding voice filled your ears and Rudy quickly jumped to your defense.

Alejandro's eyes blinked and he glanced from Rudy to you. "[If you wanted to get rough darling I won't complain but perhaps let's keep that to our bedroom hmm?]" You groaned slightly and Alejandro immediately stepped forward even closer. There was no gap between the two of you. Both hands on the side of your face, his lips roughly pressed against yours. A thousand words all put in one kiss.

"Oh!" Soaps' surprised voice broke the pair of you from your little world.

Just as quickly as it started, he stopped.

The group of you had a job to do.

"[What are you doing here, you should be safe at home?]" His voice was one of concern but still adoration. It seems it was a mutual agreement that the pair of you hadn't seen each other recently enough.

"[And leave you to rot in this old prison? Never.]" He flashed you a smile as he was given a weapon.

"[That's my girl. My Calvary eh?]"

"[Make no mistake darling, I'm still very much retired. I'm not Calvary anymore."]

"[Nonsense, your always my Calvary, once Vaqueros always Vaqueros.]"

-

Gloves off, Alejandro subtly rubbed your hand while Price made his speech. When you went to reach for the mask, Alejandro grip tightened.

"[This isn't your fight.]" His voice hush, low enough for only you to hear.

"[Did all those years mean nothing? Los Vaqueros is my family, Alejandro. That place is my home too. I'm not letting some fucking entitled little American take it. He needs to pay for burning our city.]" Alejandro glanced away for a moment but let go of your hand.

"[I missed seeing that fire of yours.]" He grinned, eventually turning back to face you, he wouldn't fight you on this. Alejandro gave you a nod as you took the mask into your personal. There was still a lot of prep to do.

-

Adjusting the scope on your gun, you didn't look up as Soap approached you. Ghost hovered near by the man, an eye on the pair of you. "You alright?" He placed your gloves on the crate near to you. They had been on the planning table.

"No complaints here Sergeant."

"Arthritis?" He glanced down towards your hands. "You keep stretching your hands."

"Carpal tunnel." You looked up and placed the gun down before you hopped up on the grate. "The vibrations from gunfire make it flare up."

"Alejandro seemed worried. He keeps staring at your hands."

"Mmm." You eyes flashed over to Alejandro you true to Soaps words, was staring at you. When you eyes caught his, he gave you a smile and looked back towards Rudy who was well used to his behavior. "He's protective like that. When this is over, ugh I'm not going to be able to do anything around the house." Despite the annoyance in your voice, there was a warm smile on your face.

"How long have the pair of you been together? I don't think I've seen anyone look at another person like Alejandro looks at you."

"Ah, officially about four years give or take. [What about Ghost?]" Your eyes flashed over to the man who stood, watching and no doubtly listening to your conversation. Soap gave you a slightly confused look while Ghost silently glared into your soul. He certainly heard you. A laugh bubbled from your chest and you lightly hit the side of his arm. "Ah perhaps you will understand when your older Sergeant."

"Heard that one before. Why'd they call you Calverio?"

"Calvary. Ah you show up one time on horseback and you don't hear the end of it."

"What happened?"

"Ask Alejandro that one when you're not busy. It's his favourite story to exaggerate. His entire face lights up. Only other story that makes his face light up I think is our wedding day."

"A good day I presume."

"One of the best, a little bit daunting on my side though."

"How so?"

"Ah, lots of people, lots of traditions. It's was a massive, massive festival. Then there was always that unlying threat. What if someone took this opportunity to kill us."

"Someone would do that?"

"People will do anything when they're desperate. When their hate rules their honor."

"Ain't that the truth."

"But." Your face lit up with a smile. "Everything went according to plan. I remember him complaining about his checks hurting a few days later from smiling too much." Your smile turned into a laugh. "I actually have a photo in my wallet if you would like to see."

"Of course, bit surprised you have it on you."

"I came in my normal clothing. I use these shoes to do shopping." You hummed and brought out your wallet. Soap watched as you pulled back a small compartment and pulled out a picture. It had creases on the folds and could see how you had taped it up to prevent it from deterioration. He leaned forward and moved next to you to look at the picture.

There in the middle of a massive group of people, the pair of you stood. Both dressed in white surrounded by friends and family. He could see the walls of brightly coloured flowers in the background only outshone by the smiles on your face. At first, Soap could only recognise the pair of you and Rudy who stood next to Alejandro.

"Wow, you look beautiful."

"I'm just glad you can't notice that I was still crying."

"You were crying?"

"Yeah, Alejandro was crying too. That happened at the reception though. I think that's when it was sinking in." Soap squinted at the picture for a moment.

"Is that Laswell?" He pointed to the back of the picture. It was almost impossible to see her with the woman next to her.

"It is. Yeah, Kate and her wife showed for the ceremony. Didn't stay too long at reception. They didn't really know too many other people. Regardless, it was good to see them. Mmm, if we ever end up renewing our vows you should come. It would be fun to have you all there."

"And see Alejandro, a blubbering mess? Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Of course that's if we get around to it. Maybe one day in the future. Alejandro's a very busy man and this whole thing is going to make him a lot busier. Perhaps he would let me come back to work." You hummed, your eyes trailing off the picture to find Alejandro but failing your mission.

"Not going to happen." A hand on your shoulder practically made you jump. So used to Alejandro's movements, you had almost become immune to it. His steps, his presence didn't set off a single red flag in your head so often he would get the element of surprise on you. "Showing Soap pictures of our wedding are you?" You head turned to see that light expression on his face.

"Just the one. I could do some desk work-"

"[No. I recall the doctor saying that desk work would perhaps make your hands even worse.]"

"Ah there's no arguing with you about this is there. Can't blame a girl for trying no?"

-

"[Perfect time to renovate.]" The pair of you stared at the base.

"[Will have to.]" He agreed. "[How's the house?]"

"[Unaffected. The Shadows didn't come that far out.]" He turned to face you, suspicion on his face. "[Rudy originally only came to check up on me.]"

"[Let me guess, you insisted on join him?]"

"[He could get all the help he could and you know he was never really good at saying no to me.]"

"[That's only because you don't listen when people tell you no.]"

"[Your one to talk Colonel.]" You drape your wrists around his neck, his eyes on yours. "[I felt like I've just woken up from a nightmare in a way. All this destruction doesn't seem real.]"

"[Mmm woken from a nightmare into a dream perhaps.]" His eyes flickered from yours down to your lips for a moment, you knew exactly what he wanted. A request you were happy to make. With a roll of your eyes you granted his silent request, his upon his as the sun set behind you.