#here is the beginning of the fanfic that I enjoy writing! :D

[maximwtf]

Hello person- I must say I love reading your lil fanfics always keeps me busy when It's in the middle of the night and I can't sleep lmao.

If I may, if you are still accepting requests- A Legolas x reader, where the reader isn't aware of a custom that elves have about braiding their hair and basically just accidentally confesses to him when they get bored one day and just start braiding his hair and only finds out when the Fellowship congratulates them for confessing or something along those lines hehehe

Legolas x reader

words: 1930

google docs pages: 3

warnings: none? fluff :D 

opening: One day while you’re bored, you begin to braid Legolas’ hair, unaware of its meaning to the elves. It’s only later, when you find out the message behind it. 

AN// Thank you so much for this request, love the idea! (this also gives me a reason to not write the other ideas I've been putting off xd) idk if this is a little ooc, but I hope it’s okay^^ It’s also lovely to hear that you enjoy my work!^^ Reader can be any gender !

         “A time for congratulations?”

It hadn’t been long since you had joined the fellowship from Rivendell, like most of the others had too. The only one you knew better than the others was Legolas. Him you had met more than a few times in the past, mostly as an accident, but you did genuinely enjoy his company. You’d never admit it to anyone in the group, but you were happy that he had been the one from Mirkwood to join. You heard it had been his father who had suggested befriending Aragorn to him, and it was when Legolas had begun to look for Aragorn that he had met you. Aragorn you had only met a few times, and back then only knew him as “strider” like most. The others you had only met when the Fellowship had been formed, but all of them had seemed okay. 

Now, trailing behind Legolas, you examined your surroundings silently. Old trees with roots going all across the forest blocked the view on your right and on the left only a few trees were growing, enjoying the sun they were able to get. The trees on the left casted dark shadows on the almost non existent road you were walking on. Gandalf had seemed to be very certain that there was a trail going here, but you weren’t so sure. But since no one else had doubted him, you had decided to just follow along. At least you weren’t going to get lost alone.

As your gaze moved from left to right, amazed by the sturdy old trees, being able to stand for such a long time, you noticed Legolas turning to look at you for a moment. It was only for a split second, but it made you humm to yourself. Perhaps he was happy to see you too. It was rarely that you could spend more time with him, mostly just short bump ins every now and then. He was a prince, and probably had a lot to do.

The group seemed to have noticed the darkened shadows of the trees, and decided to set camp for the night. The sun seemed to be setting, making the casted shadows even darker before the sky would begin to follow along. Spreading the darkness of the upcoming night all over.

You had agreed to take the first watch shift of the night before anyone could steal it from you. You’d rather stay up late and go to sleep than wake up in the middle of the night to take your turn. Boromir and Gimi seemed to have collected some bigger pieces of wood and some sticks that Aragorn had been able to set on fire to create a campfire. Legolas, you and the hobbits helped to bring some rocks and logs around the fire so everyone could sit. Sam had requested if he could make something to eat, and surprisingly enough no one had disagreed. The start of the night seemed to be going smoothly. 

As Sam had begun to cook some kind of a soup or a stew, everyone else had spread around the fire. Some were fixing up their weapons and others just talking. You swore you had seen Merry and Pippin bothering Boromir too. You on the other hand had found a spot close to the fire. Most of the ‘seats’ had been taken, but that just allowed you to sit closer to the warming flames of the campfire. Legolas had seated himself near you. You could hear him lowering his bow and the quiver against the log he was sitting on. Other than that and the quiet talking, the only noise you could hear was the mixing of the soup Sam was making. Sometimes the ladle would hit the edges of the saucepan, causing a small noise to break the silent gaps.The moon was only a half, but since there weren't a lot of clouds in the sky, it was able to shine its light all over the forest. At times it felt like time had stopped after the sun had started to go down, and was still shining some light over the fellowship. It was only the cold night air that let you know it indeed was almost time to go and rest. 

You shivered under your clothes, pulling the cloak closer to you, making sure it was properly over your shoulders. Something rustled behind you, and soon another cape was placed over you. A small ‘huh?’ left your mouth as you turned to look who it was. Legolas clipped the front clip shut so the cloack wouldn’t fall off of you. “You seemed cold.” He said, smiling slightly as he sat back down. “I- Thank you.” You said, still confused by the gesture. “Aren’t you going to be cold?” You then asked, feeling bad if he’d have to freeze because of you. The elf laughed lightly at your question and shook his head. “Elves can tolerate the cold better than humans, therefore you should keep it.” He explained to you. 

You had never really thought of how different you were to him. Sure, you were friends with him, but you had no idea that the elves could tolerate the cold better than humans. Maybe you’d find out something else about him as the fellowship continued. This had to only one from many things that made elves so different from you. 

You noticed that the faint light of the moon made his almost white hair look magical. The usually well braided strands of hair had opened up from the fighting the group had gone through with a few orcs earlier that day. You had noticed that the prince usually kept his hair well done, but maybe he hadn’t noticed yet. 

Not being sure if you’d embarrass him if you pointed it out, you got up and sat next to him. You weren’t an elf but you had gotten your hair done before and over the years learned how to braid hair in different styles. So without another word, you took a hold of one of the half opened braids and began to undo it completely. Legolas seemed to have tensed up for a moment and you felt his eyes on you, but to your surprise he soon turned his gaze away and let you continue. 

You braided the first strand of hair, pulling it behind his ear the way you’d seen him usually have them. After starting to fix the other one, you felt another pair of eyes on the two of you. With a quick look you found out who it was. Aragorn was sitting on the other side of the campfire with an amused look on his face. Not understanding what he had found amusing, you kept on working on Legolas’ hair. The prince’s hair was smooth and easy to work with. Humming to yourself, “you have lovely hair.” You said quietly, seeing the man shiver, but saying nothing about it. You were enjoying the moment, getting to feel closer to your friend for once. The warmth of Legolas’ cloak and the fire kept you warm and protected from the gusts of wind. The smell of the soup Sam had made was good, and it felt great to know you were going to be eating something that not only would taste good but also would be warm. You felt like you had only been eating bread and apples for such a long time. 

You finished the other braid and mixed it in with the unbraided parts of his hair. “Both are fixed again.” You hummed mostly to yourself but out loud so Legolas could hear it too. You felt his eyes on you for a moment before they moved to Sam, when he handed the both of you a bowl with some steaming soup in it. You thanked the hobbit with a nod, and began to eat. From the corner of your eye, you caught Aragorn telling Gimli something and them both silently laughing. Trying not to pay no mind to the conversation, you couldn't help but to wonder if it was about what Aragorn had found so amusing earlier?

After that night, many more passed. Some worse and some just as good, but what kept everyone going was the mission and the people in the fellowship. Legolas never mentioned anything about you braiding his hair, and he even let you do it once or twice after. But after every time, it felt like more eyes were on the two of you. It was first only Aragorn, then Gimli joined and soon even Gandalf was in on it. At times it felt like even Legolas knew what was going on. 

After some time of you being oblivious of what had been going on, you decided to bring it up. You had so many theories of what they could have been up to, that you just had to find out. Making your way from the back of the group to where Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli were, you prepared yourself. “What are you hiding from me?” This got the attention of the three, all of them slowing down their walking speed a little. “Whatever do you mean?” Legolas asked, giving Aragorn a quick look, almost as if he was trying to tell the man something. “You all clearly have been sharing a rumor or something along the lines of that.” You replied, but didn’t get an answer from anyone for a moment. “You should tell them.” Gandalf’s voice rang from the front of the group, clearly also aware of what you were talking about. “It isn’t a rumor per say.” Gimli started, looking at Aragorn for a moment, hoping he’d take it from there. You saw Legolas look away, not taking part in the conversation. “We wished to congratulate you on confessing to Legolas.” Your eyes widened for a moment, and without even wanting to, a “what?” Left your mouth. “They weren’t aware, Aragorn.” Legolas finally joined in, looking at his friend. “What is this all about?” You tilted your head. “When you braid his hair. See, to elves it has a significant meaning behind it.” Aragorn tried to explain. Your hand traveled over your mouth, clearly shocked. “And you didn't think to tell me?” You blushed slightly, smacking Legolas’ arm lightly. He stopped, taking a light hold of your hand to pause you as well. “I wanted to explain it to you but I found that..” He tried to look for words for a moment, and you let him. “I found that I cared for you that way, and I wasn’t certain if you had found the meaning yourself...” His eyes met yours again, after traveling for a moment. You stayed silent, not even noticing that the rest of the fellowship had also stopped near the two of you. “But I am aware that I should have told-” Legolas broke the silence but you stopped him before he could finish. “It’s all okay. I feel similar.” You admitted, looking away for a second. “Is this a better time for congratulations?” Gimli’s voice asked from behind you as Aragorn walked closer as well. “Yes, yes it is.” You smiled and turned back to Legolas. His eyes looked at you with admiration in them. “Gi Melin.” (I love you)

#lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #th #x reader #lord of the rings legolas #lotr legolas #fanfic #fanfiction #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf x reader #the hobbit legolas #legolas beloved #legolas x reader

[euphoric-dramione]

April Dramione fanfic wrap-up *with links*

Amor Vincit Omnia by Twin_Flame_Blues: a cute second-chance healing romance. i’m not usualully very much into these tropes, but i really enjoyed reading this. it was very long, considering that not that much was actually happening, but it was still easy to read and i always wanted to come back to it when i had to put it down.

Rosemary for Remembrance by rubber_soul02: a beatiful healing fic with a found family trope where draco is abit angsty but worthy of redepmtion and hermione is a bit darker because of her trauma that she cannot easily move on from.

Timeless by alexandra_emerson: i liked the idea of this fic, the complexity of time and relationships in that complex time, but the more it went on, the more it just became a bore. it was really repetitive too.

A Season For Setting Fires by mighbewriting: i feel like this fic was the perfect lenght - i didn’t get bored of it and it kept my attention throughout the whole story. i liked the idea very much, the writing was brilliant and the plot really hooked me. i feel like for a wartime fic it was a bit too sappy but i still really enjoyed it. the ending, i feel, was sort of the weakest poitn, otherwise i would’ve given this fic the highest grade.

Soft As It Began by rubber_soul02: i definitely did not read this fic because of the mystery aspect, but i loved that it was actually entertaining and i really wanted to find out what happened to harry. the chemistry between our ship was also really good.

Lumos & Lattes by magicalmolly: i liked this fic and was hooked on from the beginning, but i think it didn’t know what genre it wanted to be: a fluffy coffee shop au, a smutty fic, a healing and redemption fic, a dark murder fic, an angsty fic, a fluffy fic? by the end, i still don’t know. i don’t think the author is entirely sure either.

Love & Other Historical Accidents by PacificRimbaud: i wasn’t impressed by this. found it really dull and boring and repetitive. not that i’m a big fan of regency, but i thought i was a fan of time travel. maybe i’m not?

Break Her by BareWithMeHoney: dark and twisted, ust how i love it, alhtough very much out of character and many of the decisions h and d made really did not make sense. i also feel like thif fic explained more and showed little, but i still really enjoyed it.

Things We Say In The Dark by rubber_soul02: this was such a beautiful academic fic, although i wouldn’t say it was dark acdemia, but it definitely had academic vibes. i loved the characterization of draco and hermione, as well as their interactions and relationship. also, the side pairing of theo and harry hit me hard in the best way possible.

Ten out of Ten by morriganmercy: a fun marriage law smutty fic that i read in one sitting.

On The Nature Of Daylight by ikorous: i ate this fic up in 20 hours because i was obsessed with it. this type of smut and toxic draco was all i ever needed. although i have to admit this fic is not the best written and there are plot holes, but the plot just absolutely doesn’t matter here. this is the type of bad boy x good girl dynamic i’m talking about. the ending though, i have to say, was not very satisfactory, but i also don’t see any other way this could’ve ended.

Things We're All Too Young To Know by eevans: the first half of this fic was absolutely brilliant, but right after draco found out that hermione was preteding to be daphne, it seems like the whole ansgt and chemistry simply evaporated and i was left with nothing. overall, a quite fun fic, although i found the second hafl to be boring.

ONE-SHOTS:

Paris by Twin_Flame_Blues

A Bit of a Mess by slytherindiaries

Amortentia by LadyMidnight87

DNFs:

The Binding by Curly_Kay

Hot for Teacher by MotherofBulls

#dramione #draco malfoy #fanfiction #hermione granger #aesthetic #fanfic #booktok #ao3 #books

[bots-and-cons]

I loved the werewolf headcanons you did for that other anon! if you could, i'd love to have headcanons for the same but for tfp optimus, ratchet, and bulkhead :D (ps, am i the only person who only watched the wolf scenes of twilight because i thought they were cool but never had the attention span to watch the whole movies 😅)

A/N: The first part with the cons can be found here. This was pretty fun to write tbh. I put a lot of those fanfic werewolf things into this, since I thought it was pretty funny last time. I didn’t do Bulkhead because I didn’t feel like it. Also no you’re not the only one who does that, I have a friend who watches the movies purely for the werewolves

~Optimus Prime~

•Optimus had no idea that werewolves even existed before you told him you were one

•When you first transformed in front of him, he was mostly just curious, he gave you a little pet, very carefully

•You quite enjoy getting some scratches behind your ears and Optimus thinks you’re very adorable

•Being the former archivist he is, he of course wants to do some research to know more about werewolves

•He ends up getting his information from some questionable sources aka some fanfiction and “mythology” sites, but a lot of the information seems contradictory, or just different depending on the source

•So when he comes to you with some questions, you have to correct him a lot

•He asks about the whole “alpha, beta, omega” thing, and he’s got it very, very wrong

•You tell him that, alphas are pack leaders, betas are the second in command and omegas are lone wolves without a pack, but it has absolutely nothing to with the fictional sex thing that fanfiction is about

•Optimus was pretty skeptical about that to begin with, but he wanted to make sure so he asked you

•You really love running in the woods, and you sometimes go with Optimus on scouting missions or patrol

•Your sense of smell is as good in your human form as it is in your wolf form, so you’re a great tracker

•The cybertronians smell a bit odd to you normally and when Optimus comes back from missions, his scent can sometimes be really bothersome to your sensitive nose

•You love sleeping on Optimus’ chest in your wolf form, it’s just nice to be close to him and the scritches and pets aren’t bad either

~Ratchet~

•When you finally revealed your werewolf side to him, his reaction was pretty bland to be honest

•In his head he was pretty much going “What in the name of Primus?!” because how can humans keep getting more complicated?

•You’d think there’d be some sort of limit on how weird things can get but apparently that’s not the case

•You keep revealing new sides of yourself to him, and he discovers more about you every day, but usually the things aren’t as big as you being a werewolf but still

•He doesn’t have a ton of questions, mostly just if there’s anything he needs to know in connection to your health or safety

•His first concern is if your transformation and if it hurts

•He does learn from Miko that werewolves are supposed to only turn on full moons and be aggressive during that time

•He of course sees that this is not correct, when you transform in the middle of the day

•Also the aggressive thing doesn’t seem to apply either, which Ratchet is just glad about, because he would rather not quarantine you every full moon

•The werewolf thing doesn’t bother him, he’s just worried about the fact that your internal body temperature is so high

•Of course it’s natural for you but he still thinks it’s odd, but he just accepts it as another one of your nonhuman features

•In your wolf form you’re a very big, fast and also fluffy, and you’re protective of your family, which is the autobots and the kids

•You’re always looking after the trouble trio of Miko, Raf and Jack and you’re very good at it

•You can always smell the cons a mile away, so you know to keep the kids away from them

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #ratchet #optimus prime #tfp headcanons #reader insert #tfp x reader #transformers x reader

[ahhhsami]

People are sleeping on this queer representation + show in general

As a queer Asian American I feel an obligation to get more people to know about Warrior (2019) which is streaming on MAX (HBO), but had originally aired on Cinemax.

This show is based on an original concept and writings of Bruce Lee and is executive-produced by his daughter, Shannon Lee. It is set in 1870 San Francisco and bases a lot of the story and characters on historical figures during/around the Tong Wars. It's a riveting, action packed series that's sure to please anyone who enjoys old school martial arts films, westerns, dramas, and more.

But that's not it. The show has an interracial queer relationship that too many people don't know about. This will now go into spoiler territory. So if this post has already convinced you to go watch it just from the first image, then don't read on.

You first get to see Ah Toy and Nellie Davenport interact at the beginning of season 2. Ah Toy, from season 1 is already canonically bisexual. From the get go it is evident that they are enemies as Ah Toy is an influential madame in Chinatown who runs a brothel. While on the other hand Nellie is a rich widow who has aided the police force in raids throughout Chinatown to shut down crib brothels. In time you'll learn that they're both badass motherfuckers, but I don't want to spoil that for you!

As the season progresses, they find that they aren't as different as they originally thought. Falling straight into the enemies to lovers story path. So here's a still from season 3 of these wonderful bi women to encourage you all to check out Warrior.

Still not convinced? Look at them!

Not enough? How about now?

No? How about now?

Well then here's my last try...

I have now done my duty to try and get more people to watch this show and support these women. It is out of my hands now.

PS: If you do watch it, come spam my inbox cause I wanna talk about it! Also if you like fanfic, then subscribe to my AO3 cause I'm already working on some fics for them :D

PSS: There's also straight interracial relationships and gay representation too.

#ah toy #nellie davenport #warrior #warrior 2019 #queer representation #bisexual #ah toy x nellie davenport #seriously... go watch it! #I need more people to talk about it #I need more fan content #Queer #big thanks to booasaur for having made these gifs already and saving me a shit load of time

[madlittlecriminal]

Heeyyy, not sure if your requests are open or not... If not, no worries, feel free to ignore this, lol. But I gotta say, I absolutely adored your mk fanfics! They were just so good! And it got me thinking, you know? What if, in Steven's date episode (the one in the series), the reader showed up? Like, maybe she could be the waitress or just someone who happened to be alone at the restaurant and saw him there. What do you think would make her approach him? I don't know, maybe a sense of sympathy, or just wanting to be cool? Or maybe he's just really good-looking? Who knows! Anyway, sorry if I rambled a bit, and please forgive any mistakes in my English. It's not my first language. Once again, I LOVED your mk fanfics!

- Anon🐌

Chocolates and Wine ☾ Steven Grant × Female!Reader

your English is great, don't worry anon! :) im glad you liked my fics though! it means a lot to be honest, especially since i was hesitant at first to write for the moon boys. but you and everyone else who has liked and reblogged my work has made my days so much better :') thank you and i hope you enjoy! :) also, i ramble too, so you can ramble as much as you want!

Warnings: being stood up, the so-called date of reader has no specified gender

You glanced at your phone and sighed when you saw it was now 7:30 and your date wasn't there. 30 minutes late and not one message to you saying that they were cancelling or at least letting you know that they were running late. Honestly, you were beginning to lose hope. However, when you turned around to see a guy looking a bit sad after getting off the phone, you felt bad. Had he gone through the same thing you were?

It was kind of unfortunate really. I mean, he was handsome. Not to mention that he looked good in black, but that was beside the point. You saw he had a heart shape box with him, and you quickly knew it was chocolate. The waiter walked over to him, and you quickly decided that there was no way you were going to waste this night and let him be sad.

He looked too good to be sad anyway.

So, you did what you thought was right and quickly ran up to the table and sat down across from him. The look of shock on his face was hard to miss and you let out a breath. "Sorry I'm late! I typed the wrong address and from rushing to get here, I forgot to let you know." The waiter smiled at you while the man in front of you was frozen. "Did you order yet?" He shook his head and you smiled. "Great! Can I get a glass of red please?" The waiter nodded and looked over that the man. "And for you sir?" He nodded and looked up at the waiter. "Y-yeah, I'll take the same. Thank you." The waiter left while scribbling the drinks down on his notepad. Once he was far, you looked over at the man, his dark brown eyes meeting yours.

"Sorry if I scared you, sir. I thought it was best if I joined you." He shook his head. "No worries. I saw you waiting and I thought it was for someone. D-Did you get stood up?" You look down at menu the man had and sighed. "Unfortunately. I don't understand why people do that, y'know? Did you get stood up too or did they have the decency to reschedule?" You scanned the menu before deciding what you wanted before passing it back to him. He took it and embarrassment was written on his face. "I got the days mixed up. Thought today was Friday when it's actually Sunday."

"Yeah, it happens. Especially when time goes by quickly, you lose track of days, right?" Something was written on his face as the waiter came back with the wine before putting it down and asking if you were ready to order. You and the stranger placed your orders and he walked away. "You could say that. Sorry, I'm Steven...with a v." You raised your brow with a small smile as you looked at him. "Nice to meet you Steven with a v. I'm (Y/N)." His embarrassment quickly faded, and a small smile crept on his face. "This date of yours, did he bail because he was nervous?" You shrugged. "I wouldn't know. Tried contacting them and they never responded, so I gave up and came to your table."

"Out of pity?" You took a sip of your wine. "Honestly? Maybe a bit, but I figured I would take my chances. You seemed decent enough to talk to." He chuckled. "Thank you...I think?" You smiled. "Plus, it was a bonus for me since you definitely are cuter than who my date was." He raised a brow. "A man?" You shrugged. "Male, female, gender neutral, doesn't matter. You're really handsome, Steven." He looked down at his hands and you tilt your head to the side. Did he not get compliments? Surely a man this handsome got compliments daily, right?

He gave you a shy smile. "I'm not used to flattery, so I'm sorry." You grinned. "It's fine," your waiter returned with the food and you both began indulging on the food, having a nice conversation. You found out he was an Egyptian mythology buff and you thought it was cute. He told you about how he wanted to be a tour guide for the museum he worked at, but his boss was, and you'd quote "a complete twat" which made you snort. You told him about your career and your different interests as well, causing him to look at you with so much focus that you honestly became nervous.

However, as quickly as this whole thing started, it came to an end; he paid and you gave the tip since he refused to split the bill, insisting that you did so much for him, the least he could've done was pay for your food as well. As you both began to leave, you traded numbers, agreeing to hang out again soon. He then looked at the chocolate box that was now under his arm and turned to you. "Do you like chocolate?" You were shocked by his response and nodded. He handed you the box of chocolates with a smile. "There you go, love. Enjoy, yeah? You did a lot for me today and it was great. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Steven. Do you need a ride?" He hesitated for a second before nodding. "Yeah, alright." With that, you gave him your phone so he could put his address in it and got into your car. Honestly, you were glad your date stood you up or else you wouldn't have met Steven. After Steven handed your phone back to you, you send the person a text saying that you wished them the best, but you were no longer interested in them. You deleted their number and went back to your navigation app and began taking Steven home.

#steven grant x y/n #steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant x you #marvel #mcu #marvel universe #moon knight #moon knight x reader #ask #asks #anonymous #anonymous asks #anon asks #🐌 anon

[the-river-runs]

My best friend Fandom has once again returned and asked me to post to Tumblr for her! Once again, I have permission to post this video and all edits were done by Fandom (http.redshoes on Instagram)

These memes are all based on Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse

She has a lot to say this time around!

A message from Fandom:

"Hello Naff!! And hello everyone :D

It’s me, your girl, your local meme and edit maker, Fandom (aka http.redshoes on Insta 😎)

I’ve come back to make another meme comp for you guys! I wanted to make this earlier, but:

1. I was busy saving/collecting ATSV content on Instagram like Pokémon to getting noticed twice by Jack in the Box ☺️

2. I had to create an Ao3 account (understandably ofc AI theft sucks) and was um. You know… being silly in the comment section 👀 (please don’t mind me if you ever stumble upon them - I react and appreciate the stuff I enjoy in weird ways 💔)

3. Was waiting for my friend here to finish reading so I didn’t spoil anything in the memes! We both loved the series so much and man. The Naff do be eclipsing fr in releasing chapters left and right biggest round of applause for one of my favorite authors here 👏👏👏

Naff, you did such a great job writing this fanfic. I’m going to repeat myself from the comment section BUT you need to give yourself a pat on the back, relax, take a break - just reward yourself. You deserve it all and I hope that you take care of yourself for all the hard work you’ve done 💞💞💞

I’ve also included the lovely artist themselves, @themeeplord , again in one of my meme comps.

It’s only one meme but dang they always draw Eclipse to be getting that gain 💪💪💪 (bc of how muscular he is haha.) Mad respect to all of the drawings they create - they’re always a banger to see.

(Most of the memes surround the last episode + epilogue so if you haven’t read those chapters LOOK ‼️ AWAY ‼️ Don’t get spoiled 🤯)

(P.S. for the imagine scenario that’s not a meme, this is what they’re saying in the audio:

“[Amused] You can hear their heartbeats? Come on, that’s a little far fetched.”

“[Soft chuckling] I can hear yours too… Your heart’s beating pretty fast.”

I’d like to think this would take place around the beginning of “The Episode Bedeviling Bodies,” where the Hunter is still trying to understand their dear friend and what they’re capable of. I thought it was fitting ngl and included it in the comp.

There were uh, more memes I wanted to include, but I’m running low on storage space atm. I’ll get back to making more after I’m done clearing that out ^^’)

(P.P.S. Okay I don’t have Tumblr obviously but 🕴️ apparently you guys really liked the SJ memes I made??? Because my friend’s been receiving notifs of it still??? Thank you so much you guys!! I didn’t really expect people to enjoy them that much 😭💘💘💘)

Now without further ado, enjoy the meme comp! >:D " -Fandom

#river says... #bestie posting #cryptid sighting #crytid sightings spoilers #many more memes for everyone to enjoy :) #now that I've caught up to CS i can actually look at these memes hdjssjn #real talk though #crytid sightings is genuinely such a beautiful fic and one of my favorite stories of all time #naff has such an incredible writing style and is such a good storyteller #i really recommend reading CS even if you're not into fnaf #it's such a rollercoaster #the fluff is so sweet and the angst is so heartbreaking #but everything just works #I'm so grateful to have found Naff and her work #she's such a lovely person and an extremely talented author #I am so excited to see what she writes next #especially since the end of CS had me so emotional #i will never get over this fic #sorry for the long rambling tags but i had to gush a little bdjdjsj #hope you guys enjoy the memes <3

[thoughtsandbones]

Time for Tea?

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, self harm scars, scars, fluff, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Across the Spider-Verse playlist basically only Spotify

Word count: It's long... sorry, not sorry.

A/N: Flashbacks are getting messed up when I am indenting them and I am getting lots of errors when publishing the work, please bare with some mistakes and spelling issues.

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

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PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9 and PART 10

Part 11

<CUE FLASHBACK> Siberia, Russia, October 12 2010 Day 3- The storm was making it difficult to see where you were going; the harsh sharp wind was piercing through your morf snood, cold needles prick your skin. You breathe out, the moisture cooling the cold around your mouth. "Yer drifting right Blue, come to your left a bit" The Captain said over the radio Looking over to your left you could no longer make out the silhouette of the Captain. "Copy Cap" You say back and change your direction walking left, you see the outline of the Captain emerge. "Stick close, we are nearly there" He said over the radio again "Yes sir" Both of you walked, slightly crouched. The storm bringing in snow, being the perfect cover for the two soldiers infiltrating the base. Up ahead you see barbed wire fencing appear, the silhouette of the buildings of the base coming into view. The Captain puts his hand up, signalling you to stop, you do so. "Here we are Blue" He says "Hanger on the right hand-side of the tarmac Cap?" you say "Aye, make our way through to the left and head to the tarmac where the MiGs are." "Copy Cap" The Captain crouched down, looking left and right, and you followed him "Blue, yer nervous?" The Captain says You look at the back of his head, he doesn't turn, because you know he's looking on the look out. "Staying focused Cap" You respond, trying to keep a cool demeanour. "It's alrigh' to be nervous" The Captain teased "Nervousness produces adrenaline, which is keeping me on high alert for any Russians sir" The Captain chuckled through the radio "Aye, yer nervous" he said "Yer got me, so yer'll good" The Captain added You laugh back "Aye Cap" you mimic his Scottish accent which earned another chuckle over the radio.

"This is Major Perov! Come up with your hands...."

The hiss of that memory electrified your whole body awake. Hot sweats lathered your body, your baggy t-shirt clung to your back and chest making those parts of your t-shirt damp. You can smell the sweat coming off you as you turn to lie on your front.

Not another dream like that again You think, groaning into the pillow. The sticky sweat had seeped through your t-shirt and onto the bed. Running your hand through your hair and down the nape of neck, you could feel the droplets resting on the surface of your skin as they were squashed against your fingertips.

Gross

Getting up, you sit crossed legged on the bed, the sweat on your body going from hot to cold. You shiver. Grabbing the duvet you wrap it around you. You feel the cold within your marrow.

You grab your phone. It was 3:46am. Laying back down on the bed all snuggled with your blanket and sweat ridden shirt. Pondering at the thought of going back to sleep. The bad odour coming off you made you abandon the thought.

Unraveling yourself from the blanket you head to the bathroom, turning the shower on and wait for it to get warm. Taking off your shirt, still damp with sweat and chucking it in the laundry basket. Catching your naked body briefly in the mirror.

Your torso a lighter shade of brown than your arms and neck. You turn your body admiring the right side of your arm and shoulder, flexing the muscles under the skin. The bullet scar curved over the top of your shoulder, the black humerus bone tattoo standing out. These markings make you, you.

The mirror began to steam up from the heat of the shower, stepping in, bracing yourself for the onslaught of hot water droplets that somehow pierced into your skin and warmed your bones directly.

Once you dried yourself and got ready it was 4:26 am, you were hungry but the mess hall wouldn't be open. Price did say he had a small kitchenette next to his office you could use. In your second drawer you grab a mug along with a small bag that contained your emergency stash of tea, sugar and milk sachets. You hoped Price would have fresh milk and tea, but you brought yours just in case.

You put on a black hoodie over your clean grey shirt that was tucked in your black joggers, trying to keep you warm, and your trainers, walking out with your mug, whilst stuffing the your home tea kit in the large pocket of your hoodie.

Damp strands of hair clung to your face as you walked to the kitchenette, putting your AirPods and playing music to drown out of the echo of your dream.

Meanwhile in Price's kitchenette/break room, Simon sat on the sofa, head laying back with a cup of chamomile and lavender tea, it was the smell of this brewed tea that helped calm him from another restless night, he held the mug close to his chest, giving warmth to his heart.

The steam from the mug drifted to his naked face, his mask hitched above his brows. He brought the mug to his lips and took a sip of the tea, savouring the warm bitterness of the lavender and sweetness of the honey. His ears perked at the sound of approaching footsteps outside the break room, he quickly pulled his mask down his face with his left hand, holding his mug steady with his right.

The doorknob turned and the door opened. There you walked in, your long damp brown hair reflecting in the dim light, you did not turn the light on.

Ghost froze, he had not expected you to come here, especially at this time in the morning. He watched as you headed over to the kettle and placing your hand on it's side.

The kettle was warm, it had just been used, and someone was in here, as you heard movement come from behind you.

Price? You think and then turning around expecting to see a grinning gentlemen.

Nope. It was the masked menace, Ghost, sitting on the sofa, holding a mug of tea. Through the little natural light that lit the room, you could make out his blue eyed-balls widening at you.

"Morning Lieutenant." You say turning back round, and switching the kettle on.

"Mornin' Doc" Ghost gruffed, he cleared his throat. He watched as you took out a bag from your black hoodie, and take out a Tetley tea bag along with a spoon. You didn't even flinch.

Tetley girl eh? Ghost thought gazing down you, wearing black joggers. His eyes went back to your brown hair draped over your shoulders, some parts still damp.

The kettle began to shake as the water within boiled. You placed the string around the handle of the mug and plopped the tea bag into the mug. The kettle boiled as the switched flipped up. Waiting a few seconds then pouring the water into the mug, watching the colourless water become seeped with dark amber.

"Is there milk in the fridge that I can use?" You ask, your back still facing away from Ghost.

"Yeah, blue top on the bottom shelf" Ghost says watching as you move to the fridge

"Thanks" You say, opening the door and grabbing the milk.

Ghost watched as you set his pint of milk next to your mug, you stirred the teabag with a spoon you brought out from the little bag. You take out a sugar sachet, ripping it and placing its contents in the mug, then swirling the tea. He watches as you squeeze the teabag against the side of the mug and toss it in the open bin. You take his milk and pour a dash of it in, stirring the contents, you add a bit more.

Ghost wondered how milky you liked your tea...

You screw the cap back on and then put it in the fridge, grabbing your mug you sit on one of the four chairs surrounding a small square table, where you place your mug of tea. You look over your shoulder and see Ghost still staring at you. Looking down at your wrist, noticing you forgot to put your watch on so you couldn't count the seconds of how long he was staring at you this morning. You let out a sigh, delving back into the music that sprang from your earphones.

Ghost diverted his gaze back to his mug. He then watched you take a sip of tea in the corner of his eye. He looked back down at his tea, the mugs warmth bringing him a sort of comfort as you sat there. Ghost noticed you move your left arm up, like a magnet his eyes were drawn to your movements, you pushed you hair back, he noticed you had those wireless ear buds in, he scanned your body noticing your left leg resting on the chair opposite and your right foot tapping the air gently.

He was frozen in his seat. He felt like he could not move or get up. Ghost was drawn to you again as you raised your arm and placed your elbow on the table, resting your head in the palm of your hand.

You take another sip of tea. Gulping another sip of the hot liquid down, trying to warm your insides that felt cold, warming the nerves.

If only you could make some chai but you didn't have the spices with you.

"This is Major Perov..." echos in your left ear but faintly this time, you try and focus back on the music..

Should've brought my jar from home you think. You lean back into the chair sighing again. You turn your head to the left and see Ghost looking at you, he moves his head down, to look at the tea in his hand.

There was no heavy tension between you two... or so you could tell... He could've left when you went in but he didn't. You wonder how would you bring up a subject like Siberia to him. You don't even know him. He's just a masked enigma.

Wish the Captain was here. You think, worse case, Sergeant Riley would do, the distant memory of him awakens in your mind He'd surely tell you to leave him be but throw in the sarcastic comment to see how'd he'd respond and go off that. 12 years since they've been gone. 11 and 10 years for MG and KD. Your former mentors and comrades. Gone.

Now you've got new ones to get to know. And one currently sitting in the same room seemingly hates your guts or has some major trust issues.

You clear your throat, pausing the music, taking the left ear bud out, taking your shot...

"Did you get the email sir?" You ask, turning slightly towards him, bring your left leg down from the chair opposite.

Ghost looked up "Yeah I did" he responded whilst nodding, his the fingers on his right hand drumming against the mug. Lump forming in his throat again.

You nod back, bringing your mug in your hands and close your chest, and then take a sip. The insides of you cold still. Perhaps cocooning yourself with your blanket will help? You think

Ghost watches as you bring out your phone, taking your other earbud out and placing them back in your pocket. His eyes stuck to you as you get up and take your mug and little tea kit bag, stuffing it back in your pocket.

"See you later Lieutenant" You say not smiling

Ghost nods back at you and watched you leave, closing the door gently behind you. He glanced at his watch. 5:15am... In about 9 hours you both were going to have another interaction together... Why were you up so early? Training perhaps?

The stoic face you had flashed across his eyelids when he blinked.

You were annoyed, who wouldn't be? Ghost retorted to himself, slightly scoffing. The looped voices bouncing across his cranium.

He leaned back on the sofa, his tea now lukewarm, he lifted his mask and took a sip.

"Bleurgh" He said as the barely warm liquid ran down his throat. He gets up, takes the teabag out and tosses it in the bin and pours the tea in the sink, washes the mug and places it on the drying rack. Ghost stands by the counter, looking at the seat which you sat at moments ago.

He had a chance to apologise but missed. He left the break room and headed back to his room, his mind more clouded than before.

Later on that day

"Hope my blood pressure isn't too high" Price said as you wrapped the cuff around his right arm.

You smile slightly and shake your head at Price's remark

"Shall find out soon enough" you reply pressing the start button on the blood pressure machine, the cuff fills up with air, the machine whirrs, the numbers on the machine rise up.

Once you hear two beeps the reading is complete: 125/80

"125/80, that's perfectly good for someone your age" You say

"My age?" Price chuckles

"41 is a good age sir"

"You're 9 years younger than me Doc"

You look up "Don't look it though" You smirk.

Taking off the blood pressure cuff, you write the reading down on your chart for the Captain.

"Your med kit is good, I just put more Celox, the haemostatic gauze, and saline in there" handing him his med kit, zipping it up.

"That shellfish stuff?" Price asks as he takes his kit giving you a semi-disgusted look.

"Yes sir"

"Not a fan" He added looking at his kit

"Good thing you won't be eating it for rations" You retort

Price chuckles, and checks his watch 10:55 am.

"Right, I'll leave you to prep for the next patient" Price says, you get up and take the tissue paper where Price sat and placed it in the bin. Spraying the bed with disinfectant and wiping it down with blue roll. You wait for the remaining disinfectant to dry and go to the bathroom and wash your hands.

For the duration of the 30 seconds it takes you to thoroughly wash your hands you scan your reflection in the mirror. Drying your hands and turning the tap off you head back in the main room.

Laying new tissue on the bed, you hear footsteps approach, checking your watch it was 10:59am. Perfect timing you think

Gaz appears in the doorway, you propped open after Price left, you look up and force a smile

"Morning Gaz" You say

"Morning Doc, you good?" Gaz asked, he carried his half empty med kit in his hand, sort of hoping you won't scold him. He looked around the infirmary, it was done up well. Clean. Organised. A laptop on your desk, along with a few files stacked neatly next to it. A small brain statue lay next to the lamp.

"Good, how are you?" You say gesturing to the med bed as you closed the door.

"Very well doc, er.. my med kit is a mess" Gaz says handing over his med-kit.

You take it, and examine, a little worn and torn, but expected when out in the field, somewhat similar to Price's bits of sand trapped in the edges, unzipping it you see it stocked with a few plasters, one ambulance dressing and gauze. Looking back up, you see Gaz's concerned face.

"I can stock this up fully, don't worry" you say smiling, "Fill what you can on the chart, don't worry about address" you add, heading to the cabinets behind your desk and place med kit on the counter. You turn back to see Gaz and walk back over.

You take out your equipment and move over to where Gaz sat, placing the clipboard with the pen to the side.

"Temp check" you say placing the IR thermometer to his forehead. The screen turned green, 36.4 ℃, normal. You grab the chart and jot this down.

You place a pulse ox monitor on this forefinger on his left forefinger.

"What's this for?" Gaz says flickering his finger where the oximeter was clipped.

"Measures pulse and percentage of oxygen in your blood"

"Cool gizmo"

"98%, good" You say checking the screen and scribbling the number down. "Pulse at 88 bpm, also good"

"Why not 100%?" Gaz asks looking at the oximeter, he breathes in sharply and holds his breathe, the oximeter changed by 1%.

You let out a small laugh "Not always, as we have a little carbon dioxide in our blood" You say

"Interesting" Gaz says continuing to look at the oximeter.

Taking the oximeter off his finger you proceed with the other checks; blood pressure, height and weight check, general well being, medicine enquiries but mostly refilling his med kit.

You hand it back to Gaz and explain what new stuff you packed. Gaz nods and thanks you and leaves.

It was 11:45am, Soap will be here soon, you follow the same procedure, strip, wipe down and set up.

Never did you think you'd be doing the job of a GP, seeing patients one after another, no surgeries, no rotations and no other doctors, least no friendly doctors yet...

There was a knock on the door. Getting up and opening it, you see Soap grinning.

"Morning Doc" He said

"Morning Soap" You reply back, making way for him to enter as you stood by the door, he walked and looked around.

"How are yer?" He asked turning facing you as you closed the door.

"Good" You say "How are you?"

"Been alrigh' Doc, Ghost beat me in target shooting this mornin'" He adds, awaiting your reaction when he mentioned Ghost's name.

You walk over "Ah, better luck next time" You say

"Take a seat on the med bed and fill out the chart on the tray" You gesture to the clipboard.

Soap picks it up and starts to write down his details, he notices are large x in pen over the personal details section apart from name and date of birth.

He fills out what he can and places the clipboard back on the tray.

Walking over, you begin with the your check list of check-ups. Soap took his shirt off, you stare at him blankly, trying not to ogle at the toned and defined muscles of his upper body.

"Ergh what are you doing?" You say apprehensively

"Don't yer need to put those electric cables on my chest?" Soap said looking at you confused.

You meet his confused face with yours. Your cheeks feel hot as your eyes dropped to his abs and down his snail trail, Soap followed your eyes and grinned. Swiftly turning on your left heel I cannot believe I looked you cling to your white coat.

"I'm not doing an ECG, please put your shirt on" You say closing your eyes trying to shake the image, now realising what Soap thought.

"Alrigh' doc it's on" He laughed "Sorry, I genuinely thought.." he trailed off as your turned back around, your cheeks showing a tinge of pink. He saw you biting in your lips and your ears going red.

You proceeded with the checks:

Pulse oximeter on; 98% and 97bpm

BP: 126/70

etc etc etc

You finish by asking Soap to step off the weights.

"Got your med-kit?" You ask

Soap's face dropped, the one thing he completely forgot that he should not have forgotten.

Taking in his shocked face, you smirk

"Get it to me when you can. I have Lieutenant Ghost at 13:30 so before then please" You say and Soap nods as he leaves the infirmary. Glancing at your watch, 12:40pm, enough time for a quick lunch.

Heading down to mess hall, it was busy of course, you wait in line for food along with other soldiers. You felt like you stood out with your blue scrubs, it's not like you were actually working in a hospital. Should've worn my black fatigues and sweater you think as you move along with the line.

Lunch was a steak and ale pie with chips. You felt full after half-eating the pie, you check your watch 13:10pm. You swiftly stop eating and get up, putting the food in the food bin and placing the plate and tray on their associated piles.

Heading back to the infirmary, you spot Ghost and Soap talking outside, Ghost looks at you and lowers his voice, Soap also looks at you and nods, you see him holding the med kit in his hand.

As you approach, they both stop, both looking at you as you open the door.

"Afternoon" You say to Ghost,

"Goo' afternoon doc" Ghost said, taking a deep breathe as he stepped inside the infirmary. He looked around, it was nice, orderly and clean. A better state than before you came.

"Got the med-kit" Soap said, bringing out out of his pockets of his fatigues, it was rolled up and empty. You take it off him, "I'll give it to you once it's ready" You say, Soap nods but doesn't move

"Here's mine" Ghost said as he uncrossed his arms and brought his kit, it was fuller and heavier as it was placed on your hands.

"Right, I'll have a look in a bit." You say looking up at him and then to Soap who was still hovering.

"You alright?" You ask Soap

"Yeah, just..." Soap started looking at Ghost.

"Johnny, you had your check up, now bugger off" Ghost said turning to him, knowing exactly why he was lingering

Soap grinned at Ghost and then at you, he began to walk away but turned slightly

"Lt, if you wanna make the doc blush, all you gotta do is take your shirt off" Soap winks and teases closing the door

"Wa-What?!" You say stammer as Soap closes the door, you could hear him laughing on the other side.

Ghost whips his head from the door to see your wide eyed shocked face, you turn your head to meet his eyes, he taken in your doe-eyed expression.

"He took his shirt off on his own accord" Υοu blurt "Thought he was getting an ECG done" you say motioning to the empty space between you with your right hand as if to swat the memory away.

"It's alrigh' Johnny likes teasin'" Ghost says, he watches your face return to normal, and head to the back counter placing both med kits there and opening them up, examining the contents.

Ghost watched your back, like he did this morning.

"Sorry about yesterday" He says looking at your back, he watches your head come up, listening.

"I was out of line, you're good.." He added "Just was.. cautious" Ghost added slowly. He felt his right hand reach up out to you, wanting to tell you it's...

You take in his words.. inhaling for four, you turn around and head back to where Ghost was, exhaling for four.

Ghost swiftly brought his right arm down in his back pocket of his jeans. He looked at you and you smiled, he relaxed a bit more.

"Thank you lieutenant" You say, accepting his apology, you still feel like he somehow... For some reason he still despises you...

You look up at him and smile, he nods back, you his eyes crinkle a bit, hopefully smiling underneath that mask...

Ah the mask and the clothes... You always observed him wearing long sleeve shirts or sweaters, no t-shirt in site so far...

"So.. I'm going to check your blood pressure, pulse, weight, height..." You trail off looking at his blue eyes grabbing the clipboard on the tray.

Ghost blinks and looks back at your deep brown eyes, framed by your black mascara'd lashes "Yes doc..." He says slowly

"I understand the mask stays on, but need to take a neck reading for body temperature if that's okay?" You add looking down from his eyes to his shoulders then to your clipboard.

"Of course" Ghost says, lifting the hem of his mask to reveal is neck. You were entranced by the sudden willing nakedness of his neck, the hem stopping under his chin with his ungloved hand; snapping out of the haze you grab the IR thermometer and press the button, you look back at his neck and notice a mole on the pale skin covering his jugular.

The thermometer beeps, screen turning green, 36.8 ℃. Good. Placing the thermometer down, you grab the chart and jot it down.

Ghost pulls his mask down, watching you scribble out parts on the form. He unzips his jacket, revealing his own black pullover hoodie.

You look up and notice your lieutenant take his jacket off, and then reach for the hem of his hoodie. Leaning on your heal you turn your back.

Please don't strip down like Soap you plead trying not to imagine what his naked torso would look like.

After taking his hoodie off, and folding it on top of his jacket. He looks and sees you've turned fully, your back facing him, smirking slightly under his mask, he wonders if he should tease you and take his shirt off too...

Turning back to face the Lieutenant, you see him wearing a black t-shirt which hug snuggly to his muscular torso. Grabbing the blood pressure cuff you bring it next to him. You notice on his left fore arm a myriad of different tattoos.

Ghost watches as you move towards with a blood pressure machine, he rolls up his sleeve of his t-shirt, he gazes at your brown hair now braided, slightly messy, as few strands have fallen out are now tucked behind your ear, he notices two small silver hoops hugging your cartilage.

Unravelling the cuff, you wrap it around his chiseled bicep, you noticed a few scars up and down his arm, even a few on his hand, but you didn't say anything or linger on them too long. Not when you knew how awkward it is when people stare and make remarks of your own scars.

Looks bigger than my thighs you think, admiring the muscles laying underneath the flesh of his upper arm.

The cuff did not fit fully. You look up at Ghost, he was looking at you, your eyes widened slightly.

"Good thing the machine came with an extra large cuff" You smirk, taking the cuff off the machine and heading to the drawers he cleaned last week.

"Good thin'" Ghost repeats, sitting up taller, observing the way your white coat glided with your movements. Your left breast pocket filled with pens, he noticed some writing underneath the pocket, but couldn't decipher it.

Walking back to Ghost with the XL cuff, you plug it in the machine, unravel it and placed it around his arm above his elbow. You swiftly look at the tattoos again on his left arm; a black monochromatic piece, a wonderful chaos of skulls, a dog tag, guns and other army related pieces.

Your cold fingers grazed his warm skin, Ghost felt the cold ripple all the way to his chest. He watched on as you adjusted the cuff.

"That alright?"

"Yeah" Ghost says

He watches as you press the machine and watch the numbers go up, he felt the cuff tighten as it filled with air around his arm. The air hissed and he watched the numbers fall down. 137/88

Grabbing the clipboard and the pen, you jot down the numbers, and you frown slightly.

"You've got high blood pressure"

Ghosts huffs Great he moans in his head

"How old are you?"

"34" Ghost grumbled

"How's your diet?" You ask looking up at him

"Alrigh'"

"Are you taking any drugs, legal or illegal?" You ask

Ghost looks at you, stunned by the wording of your question

"Legal?" He asks narrowing his eyes at you. You gotta be pullin' my leg

"Paracetamol, simvastatin, antibiotics, opioid based pain relief etc" You say

"And illegal?" Ghost asks perking up, curious as to where this will go...

"Cocaine, cannabis and other not so fun things" You add smirking at him.

"Only done the legal kin', paracetamol and hold up - opioid based pain relief? Ghost whips at you, now realising what you said.

"Morphine, codeine and oxycodone" You say "They're legal but addictive like heroin."

Ghost takes it in, of course, he had his own familial experience with that dark side of drug addiction. Tommy...

"Just paracetamol and antibiotics from injuries in the field" Ghost said quietly

"Okay" You say, jotting that down.

"Any new stress in your life?" You say looking back up to him

Ghost looks at you, and then back at the reading of the BP monitor, 137/88 flashes at him.

You observe Ghost, looking at the monitor

"High blood pressure is not worrying if we can correct external factors like diet, exercise and maintaining any stresses" You roll off your tongue.

Jeez you sound like the pamphlet you remember your mum getting from the nurse about high blood pressure You slide back slightly on your chair turning your head, manoeuvring yourself to the trolley tray, rolling your eyes to yourself as you aimlessly fiddle in the tray.

Of course these guys would have a few health issues, they are super elite soldiers, they've dealt with so much...

Ghost looks at you. He's been here before, doctors telling him to change this, do that, etc etc...

You grab the pulse oximeter and move back over to Ghost.

Alright, Sergeant Riley taking your advice; sarcastic comment, time to throw that..

"Look, I sounded like a damn pamphlet, but I'm here for all your health needs" You say bringing your hands up to your sides, foolishly giving him jazz fingers and you smile with teeth.

Ghost scoffs a laugh out, then clears his throat turning his head to the side.

"No new stresses" Ghost says, his gaze back to you, he watches you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head.

"Not even me?" You add, remembering the encounter yesterday after the target course.

Staring into your narrowed brown eyes Ghost knew it was you who was slightly causing stress. Ghost shook his head and then looked at the BP monitor again.

You get up and take the cuff off his arm. You show him the pulse oximeter, and he brings his hand up, you clip it on his forefinger.

"What time do you usually get up?" You ask, remembering the encounter this morning at around 5am.

"Couldn't sleep last night if you're referrin' to this morning" He says looking up at you

You nod back at him, your lip curved slightly. 98% and a pulse of 72bpm. Strong heart

"Not able to get to sleep or wake-up in the middle of the night?" You ask writing down the readings of the oximeter.

"Both" Ghost grunts

"Have you tried any medicine for sleeping?" You ask

"That herbal stuff, calm, from Boots" he said

He watches as you wrinkle your nose. "Didn't work?" You say

"Yeah"

"I'll give you zopiclone, just one, for tonight, see how it goes and we will have another check-in tomorrow" You add, heading to the small locked cabinet and cut out one tablet from the sheet. Locking the cabinet, you head back and give it to Ghost, he places it in his jean pocket.

He continues gazing upon your movements, your hand flicking back a strand of hair that got near your amber brown eyes.

"Take it an hour before sleep, avoid going on your phone and alcohol and should help with aiding sleep. Keep water or squash nearby as it can have metallic aftertaste" You command softly whilst writing away on the clipboard sitting on the stool.

Ghost looked at you, all this seemed so natural coming out of you. He nods along, mesmerised with your poise and assertiveness. That's the rookie you remember from all those years ago. He smirked under his mask and leaned forward a bit.

"How was the herbal tea?" You ask looking back up

"Eh?" He guffles, how could you know?

"This morning, I could smell lavender, was that your tea?" You say, eyes becoming doe-eyed.

'Course, the smell of lavender was soothing, especially after that... episode... nightmare

"Yeah Doc"

"Does it help?" You ask

"Sort of, chamomile and lavender tea..." Ghost begins and then pauses.

Gazing upon his eyes, which shifted left to right as he spoke to you. His cool blue eyes strike yours, they were even icier against his blonde eyelashes.

Ghost looks at you, he notices the writing on your white coat, Dr Hari Kaur Neurosurgery threaded in black cursive under the pocket full of pens.

"What abou' you?" Ghost asks, he notices your eyes narrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You were up early" Ghost retorted

Tilting your head back, your roll your head around. Maybe if I open up, he'll too...

"Bad dream woke me up." half-lying to him. You didn't want to talk about Siberia, not now..

Ghost watched as your eyes lost a bit of brightness, becoming dull.

"Tea help?" He asked, trying to bring that brightness back in your eyes

"Tea always helps" You smirked

"What one you have?" Ghost asked, knowing full well you had Tetley.

"Tetley, but I prefer PG tips" You grinned, eyes twinkling again.

"Oooh" he sucked in some air "Yorkshire is best" he sighed

"Tetley is from Yorkshire!" You snapped

"Was from Yorkshire" He retaliated "Run by an Indian company now, Yorkshire Tea is still based in Yorkshire" He added crossing his arms and puffing his chest out.

You scoff at him, looking away and then back at him, admiring his chiseled torso.

"Actually prefer chai, with PG tips" You quipped

"Hmm" Ghost says "Maybe you could use my Yorkshire Tea next time and I'll judge" he added

Nodding back at him you get off the stool. "Next time for tea then?" he nods back.

Ghost watches and listens as you ask him to step on the weight balance, and checks his height. He continues to gaze at you as you complete other checks needed, obliging your every command willingly. It was the least he could do after the way he treated you.

You would understand if he told you later convincing himself that now is not the right time.

You would understand, bad people are out there

He gives a nod and a yes comes out of his mouth, as you say something about his med-kit, his eyes drawn in on your back as you walk to the counter checking their contents again.

You would understand, it's safer for Simon Riley to remain dead to you.

Ghost looks at you, wondering if you ever thought about Simon Riley...

"I am the death of everything you know and love" Roba's voice echoed faintly in his skull

You would understand

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Shameless Self-Promotion Time in honor of Trigun Fanfiction Appreciation Week (@trigunfanfic)!

As it happens, I have exactly seven Trigun fanfics, and while I don't intend to promote them all in chronological order, today is a day of beginnings, so we will start off with the first one I wrote.

Wishing on Shooting Stars

Words: 1,682

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen

Relevant Tags/Warnings*: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Milly Thompson, Ambiguous Relationships, Fluff and Angst (but mostly fluff), Wolfwood and Vash Suck at Emotions (platonic), Slice of Life, Canon Compliant ('98/manga, though if you allow for Milly instead of Roberto there's nothing keeping it from being Stampede)

Summary: As the gang settles down for the night, they notice a meteor shower, but Vash has very different associations with shooting stars than the rest of them.

Once a year, I try to write a handful of short stories based on a prompt list, and when I got to the prompt "star," my first thought was the scene in the manga with Millions Knives celebrating as the debris from the fleet rains down around him during the Great Fall. I got to thinking how deeply that must have affected Vash, how something so beautiful and wondrous would likely have completely different connotations for him, and I wanted to explore that.

So I did. And I brought his friends along for the ride.

One of the things I still really enjoy about this story is the third-person limited perspective focusing on Vash. Since he spends a chunk of the story pretending to be asleep, a decent chunk of it is told through what he hears rather than what he sees, and how his own thoughts and memories interweave with those sounds.

I love the interplay between the characters here. I tried to capture their unique voices and tones despite how little action takes place in the scene.

I hope you will love this story, too.

*We all know some AO3 tags are added for fun/shits and giggles, so I'm just listing some of the basic ones that might be of use to people when deciding whether or not this is for them.

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if you’re taking requests, would you write a mainly angsty ominis x mc fic about him opening up to the mc about his family bc he’s now at that level of trust with them? not only is your writing amazing but i find your own headcanons about his family really interesting, and it would be really cool to hear about them in more detail if you’d be up for it :D

Thank you for the request!! I decided to do a bit of a headcanon at the beginning (i've never done that before hehe) and then a fic at the bottom! I hope you enjoy and it was what you were looking for! I enjoyed thinking about his family. Especially since you're not given much info about them - so I had fun envisioning what his family dynamic might have been like.

I wanna shoutout my wonderful ladies in the discord I'm in (Fanfic Friends made by @roohuh). @freesiriusblack came up with the banger idea about Ominis being wary of sleeping in his bed because his family would be able to find him there.

I love bouncing ideas with y'all and there was a lot of great ideas being throw around.

Read my other Ominis Fics Here

Ominis learned from an early age to control/suppress his emotions. Rather it be his siblings teasing him to get a reaction out of him - or his parents making remarks at his ‘emotional’ state. 

So he found it best to keep his emotions in check as to not have another form of control over him. If they can control his emotions, then they can control him. Despite his aloofness, I think he does feel very deeply about things. He’s just learned to not show any interest in things, or to react in general. 

There wasn’t a lot of laughter in the household unless it came at the expense of someone else. Laughter (and other loud obnoxious noises) was overall banned by their father as being ‘too disruptive’.

Ominis deals with pain terrifyingly well. Any discomfort or agony he’s in, he refuses to show it. He’ll grind his teeth and not make a single sound. He’s learned that the pain he’s in is another form of ridicule to be used against him. 

Ominis does not cry. Crying is a form of weakness, and he cannot show that. If he does cry, it is silent and it’s when he’s sure he’s alone. 

So when he does cry in front of someone, it’s an absolute sign he trusts them. He’s being vulnerable and he finds that extremely difficult to do. Always worried that his vulnerability will be used against him.

Ominis does not like sleeping in his bed when he’s at home. He’s in a state of vulnerability and anyone can approach/surprise him while he’s asleep. A big reason, he doesn’t want his wand stolen from him - his one piece of control and self-reliance. Once he was out of the Gaunt Estate, he had a hard time adjusting to not waking up every so often to check if he was safe or not - something he still struggles with.

On one occasion, Marvolo snuck into his room one night, and woke Ominis by pressing his wand under his chin. Marvolo liked the terror in Ominis’ eyes. After that, Ominis never wanted to be that scared again.

Growing up, Ominis learned to fight back in his own way - mainly snark. Using his wits and sharp words, he’s won many battles against his siblings this way. While he dislikes using magic against his family, he will if he has to. He’s not against defending himself, which is why he’s an excellent duelist. 

Marvolo is the prized eldest son, which Ominis used to be jealous of - mainly the love and attention Marvolo received. Over time, Ominis has accepted he doesn’t have a true place within the Gaunt family, save with his Aunt Noctua. A fact which bothers him more than he’d like to admit. He doesn’t have a ‘true home’ nor a ‘true family’ like everyone else.

As for Ominis and Marvolo interacting, it’s a tense relationship. Ominis is never really sure what mood Marvolo may be in as Marvolo is quite temperamental and quick to anger - lashing out however he pleases. Rather it be cruel insults, dangerous spells, or using his fists - Marvolo is a wild card and Ominis tries to always be ready. 

Marvolo is the reason Ominis is an excellent duelist. Ominis had to learn the hard way (through many burns, cuts, and straight humiliation) how to anticipate what the other duelist will do - and how to effectively counter. It soon got to the point that Marvolo lost interest in trying to fight Ominis once Ominis started putting up an actual fight.

Ominis has a rather distant relationship with his father. His father taught him (or had others teach him) the ways of properness and being a gentleman - out of necessity to hold up the Gaunt family name. His father doesn’t view Ominis as a ‘true’ son, but more as a strategic piece to use against the other families. AKA potential status upgrade if Ominis catches the eye of a potential Pure-blood wife. 

His father is the ‘Stoic, Aggressive, Stubborn’ Father archetype. He wants Ominis to be able to uphold the Gaunt name - he desires Ominis to be a ‘true’ man. Since Ominis is perceived as ‘weak’ in his father’s eyes, his father viewed Ominis as a lost cause - something not worthy of any effort to try to mold. It wasn’t until Ominis became more independent with his wand did his father take more interest in him. 

His father was unreasonably strict with Ominis - especially as a child. Any outbursts, whether it be crying, laughing, or any form of raised voice, would be met with a cruel punishment. Ominis was to be seen and not heard - a phrase Ominis heard many times from his father. 

“You need to learn to stand up for yourself.” , “I’m not going to coddle you like your mother does.” , “Real men don’t cry.” , “I’m not here to be your friend, I’m here to make you into a man worthy of the Gaunt name.” , “I’m not interested in your excuses, I want results.” , I don’t care if you like it or not, you’re going to do it.”

His mother on the other hand, Ominis is far closer with. Not to say they’re extremely close. His mother is what you’d call a Devouring Mother archetype - she loves selfishly not selflessly. She’s a world-class manipulator. She wanted Ominis to rely solely on her, due to his aliment, but once Ominis started to become more independent - especially with his wand - she started to become more manipulative. 

“Do you not love me?”, “You’re nothing without me.”, “I���m the only one who truly loves you.”, “I’m trying to protect you.”, “You’ll never find someone who actually cares about you as much as I do.”, “You’ll never make it on your own without me. You need me.” , “I only want what’s best for you.”

She has no shame in trying to guilt Ominis into doing what she wants. Ominis, having been removed from her influence for a long time now, realizes his mother manipulates him. It’s a hard truth for him to admit, and he doesn’t want to acknowledge it half the time. Ominis, deep down, clings to the notion that his mother does love him - in her own twisted way.

As promised, fic below!

Warnings: mentions of child abuse??? i guess um nightmares, angst and comfort

Word Count: ~2,300 words

Sweat clings to his brow, a heavy breath escaping his lips. He listens intently, and he’s met with the soft snores of his dorm mates along with the humming boiler. His hands slowly release the tight grip on his sheets. He’s at Hogwarts, he thinks to himself as he sits up. Running his hands over his face and through his hair, he shifts to the side of his bed. He slips on his thicker winter robe and shoes, grabs his wand, and leaves. 

He shoves the wooden door open and steps outside. The chilled air greets him and his hot, clammy skin. He stands there for a moment, breathing in the crisp night, before continuing his walk. He’s not sure where he’s going - he doesn’t rightly care. He just wants to stop thinking. He wants to silence Marvolo’s voice taunting him, and his own cries replying back. Hatred and frustration claws at the back of his throat at how pathetic and helpless he is to Marvolo’s torment. It’s been years, yet he’s still trapped in that wardrobe - being shaken and rattled.

The damp, mossy scent of the Black Lake catches his attention, and he waves his wand around to gather his bearings. He finds himself at the shore of the lake, his boots sinking into the rocky sand and water sprays onto his face from the breeze. With the gentle waves crashing to shore, he sits down on the beach. The sweat of his nightmare cools, leaving behind an unsettling chill. He drags his knees up to his chest with a heavy breath. 

“Ominis?”

He jolts, whipping his head over to the sound of her voice. She’s walking towards him, her steps slow as if to not scare him away. 

“What are you doing here?” he questions sharply. “It’s way past curfew, and you should be getting rest.”

Her laugh is gentle, warm, and it eases him for a moment. She takes a seat next to him, brushing her arm against his. 

“And what about you? Do you not need rest?” she counters, her voice laced with a smirk.

His brows pull together, pulling his legs more into his chest.

“I’m fine. I… couldn’t sleep.”

He turns his face away from her, afraid she would see too much. She shifts towards him, sneaking her hand into his arm to wrap herself around him. His hand seeks hers without a second thought, their fingers intertwining. With her warm body against his, the chill of the night doesn’t feel so oppressive. The rolling waves alleviates the heavy silence between them.

“It’s a beautiful night,” she finally comments. “No clouds, just the moon and stars. The lake looks so peaceful.” 

He closes his eyes, finding it hard to picture any sort of peace in his current state.

“How did you find me?” 

His question hangs in the air while her thumb strokes over the top of his hand. 

“You had another nightmare,” she states. “I… was worried.”

“It was just a silly dream,” he dismisses, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Ominis-,”

“I’m fine,” he snaps, directing a heated gaze towards her. “Go back to bed. I’ll be back to the castle soon.” 

Despite his sharp words, he doesn’t loosen his hold on her hand. He expects her to pull away, leave him be, but instead she lays her head on his shoulder. A heavy exhale escapes his lips and he lays his head on hers.

“You can talk to me, sweetheart,” she whispers so quietly, her words nearly drift away with the receding tide. 

“It’s nothing,” he murmurs, lifting his head off of hers.

He can feel her gaze upon him, looking up at him with concern. 

“Do you not trust me?” she asks, her voice tinged with hurt.

He scowls at her. “What kind of question is that?” he hisses. “Of course I trust you.”

She strokes his cheek, softening his scowl, and he sighs into her touch.

“Then, why are you hiding this from me?” 

Her tone is borderline pleading, and he can’t stand how hurt she sounds. His jaw clenches, grinding his teeth together, while he holds her hand tighter. 

She continues in a gentle voice, “I didn’t want to tell you what happened at the Repository. It was a horrible, frightening experience, and I didn’t want to burden you with it. But, you were rather insistent on me telling you. And I’m glad I did. So, here I am, insisting you tell me what weighs your heart so.”

He doesn’t say anything. She squeezes his hand with a grimace.

“Please, Ominis,” she pleads, “tell me what’s going on. Don’t shut me out. Whatever it is, I want to help. I want to listen. Your nightmares have been getting worse.”

He frowns, “You’ve… known about the nightmares?”

She lays her head against his shoulder, nodding.

“Yes. For some time now. I was hoping you would talk to me about them, but you’re rather determined to pretend nothing is wrong,” she reaches her hand up to stroke his cheek, causing him to melt into her touch. 

She turns her body towards his. “You won’t burden me, if that’s what you fear. You don’t have to face your demons alone, Ominis,” she says softly. “Let me be there for you, just as you have been there for me.”

He chews the inside of his mouth, flooding his tongue with a sharp copper taste. As much as he didn’t want to open up about this, hearing her upset is far worse. He sucks in a deep breath.

“They’re… about my family,” he admits in a quiet voice. He shakes his head with a grimace, “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“How about the nightmare tonight? What happened?”

He turns his face towards the cool mist of the lake, his breathing already starting to pick up. 

“It was… about the time Marvolo tricked me and locked me in a wardrobe. He told me that we could play a game of hide and seek together - and he would help me find a spot to hide,” he lets out a bitter laugh which contorts his face into a cruel expression. “Once I was inside, he started to-, he-,” Ominis’ hold on her hand tightens as he struggles to compose himself. She waits for him, rubbing the top of his hand like a soothing balm. 

He shudders, “He locked me inside, and he started to shake the wardrobe. Levitating it and making it spin and flip around. I had no idea where I was, what was going on. And I cried and begged to be let out, but he only laughed. He just kept laughing. Then once he grew bored, he left me in there. It wasn’t until a house elf found me hours later before I was set free.”

She’s not sure what to say. Squeezing his hand, she kisses his cheek then rests her forehead against his temple.

“Did that happen often? Marvolo tricking you?” she asks.

He nods, “In my younger years, yes. He was supposed to be my brother - someone I could trust. And he had no qualms in using that against me.”

She grimaces, “Did your parents ever intervene?” 

He snorts with another bitter chuckle, “Intervene? No. Marvolo was teaching me a lesson - toughening me up. Making a man of me, as to not be some sobbing feeble weakling. No, Marvolo could treat me as he pleased. In fact, I think they actively encouraged it,” he shuts his eyes with a tense sigh. 

“I remember the first time I fought back. Really fought back,” a proud smirk tugs on his lips. “He wanted to ‘duel’, and his spells would always come at me so fast. Then, I noticed something. There would be a pause when he went to cast certain spells - and he actually had a set pattern. During that pause, I managed to land a spell right into his chest. I could hear him stumble back from me in surprise. And for the first time in my life I felt… powerful. Best of all, Marvolo was weary of me after that.”

“If he could see you now, I doubt he’d be able to muster the courage to fight you at all,” she smiles, making him grin for a moment. His grimace returns and he turns his face towards his lap. She remains silent, quietly caressing his hand while he gathers his thoughts.

“My parents are… not kind people,” he begins in a quiet voice. “I told you of their ‘pastime’ with muggles. I still can’t comprehend being so cruel to someone - a complete stranger. But my mother, she wasn’t always unkind to me.”

A soft smile plays on his lips as he says, “She used to let me sit on her lap as she read to me - mainly over our ‘great’ family history. She’d hold my hand and take me through the corridors, telling me all about the portraits of our ancestors. One time, she gave me a chocolate pastry before bed - which Marvolo found out about the next day and punished me for it.”

“She sounds like she cares about you,” she says.

Ominis’ features fall into a more neutral expression, “Perhaps. In her own way. Once I got my wand, and I didn’t need her to help guide me, she changed. She’d cry anytime I didn’t want to hold her hand, or I wanted to read on my own. She nearly broke my wand in half one time, if Father hadn’t walked in.”

“She nearly broke your wand? Why-,” she stops herself with a shake of her head. “Your father actually stopped her?”

He nods, “Only because I had more worth in his eyes once I had my wand. I wasn’t some burden to him - not completely anyways. He wouldn’t talk to me often, unless necessary. For someone I lived with for nearly all my life, I barely know the man.” 

“And he’ll never see how great of a man you are.”

Ominis turns towards her with a soft gaze, “Do you mean that?”

She kisses his cheek with a nod, “I do. You’re amazing, Ominis. Despite them trying to break you, you remained strong. You’re a kind, loving man. It’s something they’ll never be able to take away from you.”

He closes his eyes with a heavy breath - pressing his forehead to hers. 

“I owe that to my Aunt Noctua. She was my light in those dark times,” he admits. “She showed me the world wasn’t always so cruel, nor unkind. She gave me hope that once I left that place, I could be whoever I wanted to be. That… people would… love me for me.”

His voice cracks and he squeezes his eyes harder together. He feels a tear trickle down his cheek, and she gently wipes it away with her thumb.

“My sweet, Ominis,” she whispers. “You’ve been through so much. But, you don’t have to face it alone anymore. I love you. I love you so much.”

Her tender touch and lips on his cheek - break him. Tears fall, despite him trying to keep them at bay. She doesn’t realize he’s crying until she feels a damp saltiness on her lips. Guiding him, he nuzzles into her neck as she holds him in a tight, loving embrace. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” she strokes the back of his head. 

He crumbles in her arms, letting himself cry silent tears for all the pain he’s kept in his heart. He weeps for the child he once was, who yearned to be loved and held like this. Her presence, her embrace, is warm and comforting - combating the darkness which weighs him.

She holds him, feeling her neck dampen while his fingers clutch onto her robes. There’s a rage in the back of her mind. She would like nothing more than to storm right up to that Estate and rip it apart - piece by piece. The more barbarous side of her would do the same to his family. Make them cry in agony, beg for mercy - a grace which she would never grant. 

How could they ever be so cruel to her sweet, kind, loving Ominis? She hates they made him so aloof, and closed off from the world. Shattering his trust, again and again and again. Twisting the heart of someone who loves so deeply. 

Instead of focusing on the injustice done unto him, she tries to think of only him. He survived. He made it out of their clutches with his heart. He could’ve been just like them. She buries her nose into his messy hair, inhaling his woodsy scent. 

His hold on her loosens as his tears begin to calm. He feels lighter, while his eyes are heavy - begging for sleep. But, the idea of having to leave her warm embrace frightens him. 

“Can we… stay here?” he asks, his voice small and vulnerable.

She smiles, lowering them onto the sandy beach, then pressing herself into his chest. He wraps her in his arms, letting her warmth wash over him. In the embrace of night, with her by his side, nestled in his arms and tucked under his chin, he feels safe, protected.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “For being with me. For finding me. For listening to me. You… I love you.”

She kisses his neck with a soft hum, “And thank you, for letting me in. For loving me. I never want to let you go, Ominis. I love you.” 

He holds her tighter against him, determined to make them one. Resting his head on top of hers, he listens to the gentle waves rolling to shore and to the soft breaths against his neck. The stars twinkle above them, casting a gentle glow upon their entwined bodies. 

In that moment, surrounded by the soothing sounds of the lake and the warmth of her love, Ominis finally feels a sense of belonging, a sense of home.

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AN: Sorry my Marvolo simps, but I don't think he's that nice of a guy especially to his brother Ominis. I think Marvolo, growing up, was doing all these things as 'brotherly love'.

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed <3 Feedback always welcomed :)

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A work of Art which did not begin in emotion is not art. - Paul Cézanne

pairings: Artist!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none! just fluff and a sad ending. And not proofread yet.

word count: 2,4K

summary: You’re an artist. Drawing is your passion, something you do whenever you need to relax or do when you’re motivated. You see things in a different way, a more peaceful one. Observing things is your speciality which comes in handy when you start your anatomy studies on a certain someone, whose training sessions with Kanan seem to be the perfect opportunity for you to study.

authors note: this might be my favorite one until now- this prompt was stuck in my head like for forever now. Being an artist is part of a reason why this kind of escalated in it‘s length-

It’s also S4 Ezra, ignore the gif, was the only one I found with Kanan 😭

This wasn’t originally based on Cézannes quote, I just had a rough idea of a peaceful scenario on Lothal and his quote seemed to fit the best on how this fanfic went on.

I might make a series out of this, words can’t describe how much I enjoyed writing this one 😭

anywayyy, the Ahsoka final will air in just two hours and guess what? I‘ll miss it because it’ll be 3 am here and I‘m supposed to get up in 4h for school :D

enjoyyy <3

What is Art?

It was a question you could never really answer yourself.

It had grown into a part of you, defining the person you had become.

Art wasn’t just a drawing on a paper or on whatever material you could imagine. It was a feeling, an emotion. The desire to create something new. The desire to immortalize your emotions into the paper you were working on.

The Arts priority is to make you feel something, to understand the Artists hidden message.

Some use it to express their feelings, others indirectly use it as a love letter to their beloved ones.

Art ist a matter of perspective, some see boring studies, others see emotions at it‘s purest form and then others again see the hidden message behind it.

And yours? Let’s say that yours was a mix of everything.

- Lothals sun was low, it’s dimmed light bathing the landscape in a beautiful haze of gold. The grass fields reflecting the golden light perfectly as they were moving with the wind. Lothals mountains being highlighted by it while several loth cats where playing around. 

The whole scenery sent a feeling of comfort and warmth to you, the peaceful moment, a luxury for you and your friends since fighting against the empire was your dangerous lifestyle.

You sat by a rock, leaning against it while a loth cat was cuddling up right next to you. Going into a peaceful slumber, trusting you with it‘s life right now. As you sat there, holding your sketchbook with the one hand and your pencil with the other. You couldn’t help but to get lost in this moment. 

Everything seemed so perfect right now and the beautiful scenery in front of you really resembled a painting itself. And beside the loth cat, you weren’t alone. 

Hours like this were used by Kanan and Ezra to train, a perfect opportunity for them since they wouldn’t get distracted here as much as somewhere else. 

And this was your perfect opportunity to make some anatomy studies. 

Drawing was your passion, a hobby you shared with Sabine. 

And moments like this just boosted your motivation. Sitting on a open field while the sun had it‘s golden hour, having your pen and sketchbook right beside you, what else could you possibly want more?

Ezra also became a key figure to your studies. His training sessions with Kanan offered you dynamic poses, interesting ones that were perfect for your exercise. 

You often found yourself sketching him, being it while he trained or while he fell asleep on your shoulder due to his exhaustion whenever he finished his double trainings with Kanan and Rex. He knew about your hobby, everyone did. What he didn’t know though was that you were sketching him, that he was a constant figure in your sketchbook. Studies of him while he trained, slept against your shoulder and his face, especially his eyes.

You loved him and he loved you. You both confessed to each other a while ago, he didn’t really question you whenever you watched them train or always having you sketchbook near you since he knew that drawing was your passion after all. Ezra even enjoyed having you around, not only because you two were a couple, but because he knew that with you, he’d never be truly alone again just as he was before the ghost crew found him. 

The crew is his newfound family, there’s no doubt in that, but they wouldn’t stay together, close like they were right now forever. The day where everyone would go their own ways would eventually come, leading to them being completely united again just when they’d have a mission together or plan a trip or something. He’d have his friends but he’d again have to live somewhere alone, which was a fear of him, one he hid damn well from the others. 

But now he had you, someone he’d never imagined meeting in his life. Someone who would love to spent their life together with him. Someone who felt the same connection towards him like he felt for you. 

His training with Kanan continued, parrying each strike from Kanan while you continued to sketch him. Each pose having a different dynamic. 

Whenever you felt that you had too many poses on one page of position, you chose single parts of him, his face, his hands holding the lightsaber or just his expressions, drawing them separately next to the poses. Trying to bring in some contrast so that looking at those sketches later wouldn’t be too boring.

The loth cat eventually woke up, nuzzling it’s head against you while it watched the Jedi and the Jedi in training, train. 

Then it’s head turned to you, looking into your eyes and then into your sketchbook. It seemed to recognize Ezra‘s silhouette, looking back and forth, as if he was comparing the original Ezra with his sketched version. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the creatures confusion, it was adorable.

„Yes it’s him“

You said, your voice just loud enough for it to hear, not wanting to risk Ezra hearing you. He didn’t know that he was the star of your sketchbook and you didn’t know how he’d react if he realized that you had a whole sketchbook of him. 

The loth cat then again looked up to you, gesturing to your sketchbook and itself.

„Do you want me to draw you too?“

You asked it, smiling down, adoring it‘s character. It was the first loth cat that didn’t attack you at first sight but instead chose to actually spend time wit/ you. 

And it seemed happy about your question, taking a position while looking straight at you.

Not wanting to hurt its feelings you changed your subject, sketching the cat instead of Ezra right now. 

It was still on the same page as Ezra though and even if it didn’t really fit with your topic for this sketchbook, it somehow fitted to him, his connection with those kind of creatures being his passion. 

When you had the bases finished, having a full body, a close up from its head and a version of it sleeping like earlier, you continued with its details. Something you loved. Hours could pass by and you’d never grow bored of adding more of them.

The difference this time was that you were fast and didn’t need too long for the loth cat‘s features and details. Being finished quicker then it thought, showing it the results. 

You weren’t a loth cat expert but it’s stunned expression, looking at your sketches of it with awe, was kind of an confirmation that it liked your way of portraying it. 

You chuckled at its reaction, it was fricking adorable. It then turned its head against to your direction, as if it was asking you if it was really him.

„Yes that’s you“

You then spoke softy, failing to notice that Ezra’s training had ended. 

Seeing you interact with the cat warmed his heart, and Kanan noticed it.

„Ah.. young love“

He teased him, receiving a smirk from Ezra.

„Don’t get me started on you and Hera.. Master“

He replied, knowing that he hit a spot with this one.

„This point goes to you“

Kanan then says, faking a defeated tone with his voice. 

„Enjoy the sunset“

Was all he said before leaving the field and walking over to their ship where the rest of the crew was. 

Ezra also made his way to you, but from behind, aiming to scare you a little.

While you still let the loth cat to look at your sketches, he sneaked up from behind you, throwing his arms around your waist and whispering a short ‚boo‘ against your ear.

„Oh my force!“

You shrieked, jumping at his sudden approach, accidentally losing hold of your sketchbook. Then realizing that it was the sketchbook. 

„That’s what she said“

Was everything he said, not able to hold in his laughter while you jokingly pushed your elbow against his side.

„Very funny. Bridger.“

He sat down, right next to you, bringing his arm behind you and wrapping it around your waist, holding you into a half embrace. 

„I feel honored and scared at the same time“

„As you should“

You then also started to laugh, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

„How was your training today?“

„Like always.. I‘m just happy that it’s over for today, Kanan and Rex went hardcore.. I didn’t know that I had this many muscles until today“

You chuckled.

„Why? Did they remind you how useful they are while they let you do the galaxy’s most historical workout?“

„No. It’s because I feel EVERY single one of them right now“

He whined, letting his head fall and rest against your shoulder.

„What about you?“

He then asked, yawning as he looked at the golden hues spraying wildly across his home planets landscape. 

„What about me?“

„You were drawing again, I saw you when Kanan gave me some seconds to relax“

Ezra said, shifting his gaze from the sun to your sketchbook.

„You always seem to have this with you when I‘m around.. can I see it?“

He asked with a genuine tone, sounding almost innocent.

„You want to.. see my sketches?“

You asked, hoping that you understood him wrong but him nodding proofed you otherwise. 

„I‘d love to“

The cat noticed your unease with showing him your sketches of him. But it also sensed your bond, it somehow made it happy that you two were happy together. With the power it held right now, it decided to play the matchmaker and carry your sketchbook over to Ezra. 

„I don’t know where you found the little dude but I already love him“

Ezra said, laughing at the cats action which left you more nervous then before. He wasn’t an idiot tho,knowing Sabine meant that everyone on the ghost learned the importance of someones privacy regarding a sketchbook. It was yours after all, who was he to do whatever he wanted with it, right?

„Would it be okay for you if I see it?“

He asked you, holding the sketchbook in his hands after the cat gave it to him. And you somehow where curious of how he’d react, if he’d like them or hate them. 

So you accepted.

„Sure.. just.. you’ll see it yourself“

You said, looking down at his hands that held it.

Ezra then opened it, the first page already on full display, showing sketches of him training and his eyes. He didn’t think too much into it, thinking that it was just a coincidence but when the page after and the one right after continued to have the sketches of someone looking like him, he couldn’t help but wonder. 

„y/n.. is this person me?“

He asked, slowly rising his head from your shoulder to look at you, and you nodded.

„Yeah..“

Was all you could say right now.

„Please don‘t feel creeped out..“

This catchend him off guard.

„Why should it creep me out?“

Ezra asked her, returning his gaze to your sketches. Looking at them in awe.

„These sketches are perfect like- they are amazing.. breathtaking even“

He continued to turn the pages, looking at each portrait of him, mesmerized by how perfect you catched in his details. 

And you where completely dumbfounded. Didn’t expect this reaction.

„But.. why me?“

Ezra then asked, getting you out of your confused state.

„Uhm…“

You started, not knowing how to explain it to him at all.

„well.. I needed to study the anatomy on someone so.. I decided to exercise it on the person I care the most..“

You said, looking down at your sketchbook.

Ezra then smirked.

„Is that so..?“

A blush made its way up to your face, reddening with each word he said.

„You’re adorable“

Was all he said before he placed a kiss on your temple. 

„You even drew the cat“

„I did“

He then closed the sketchbook after he was finished, laying it down next to you. 

„So.. I saw that you studied different parts of me too… which one was your favorite?“

His head was once again on your shoulder, holding you close with his other arm while you also held him close with yours around his waist. 

„Your eyes“ 

You said almost immediately.

„They remind me of the endlessness of our galaxy and the hyperspace‘s blue. I could look at them forever and never get bored by it. They’re.. You’re mesmerizing“

Your tone was genuine, and this time it was Ezra who was blushing. 

„Thank you..“

He said, feeling kind of proud that he had this comforting effect on you.

„You’re mesmerizing too tho..“

You chuckled at his nervousness. His cocky attitude from earlier being completely replaced by it right now. 

He then had an idea, knowing that his drawing skills were terrible.

„Would you want to teach me to draw like that too?“

He asked you, feeling excited about this. And you too felt the same, sharing your hobby with someone was good enough, but sharing it with your partner was just out of this world.

„Of corse! I’d be more then happy!!“

You said, your excitement evident in your voice. 

It was a promise you both looked forward to. 

Then, you two, okay technically three since the cat refused to go aways, laying down between you two, sat there with a perfect view, looking at the sunset in front of you, staying together until it went darker and darker, enjoying each others company.

You both were still unaware of what was about to come.

Which daring challenges would not only cost you one dear person, but also another one‘s well being.

Unbeknownst to you this was one of your last peaceful moments together. 

The galaxy had other plans for your futures and soon enough your sketches of him where the only things you had left to keep his memory fresh in your mind.

To remember him whenever you felt lost, feel close to him again even if you felt the loneliest you ever felt before.

They kept you strong, for years to come.

And you knew that whenever you’d find him again, you’d need to start a new one.

#ezra bridger x reader #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #star wars

[merakiui]

Hooooooooly crap your latest Azul fic is probably the most intense, jaw-dropping roller coaster ride I've ever been on. Like oh my gosh, starting it off with such a suspenseful scene was such a good way of getting the reader's attention- not to mention the spiral as to how it even gets to that point. The in-betweens were so fucking good!

Absolutely obsessed with the way you describe the scenery and the inner turmoil, like it's so poetic and just creates such a delicious imagery!! The fluffiness in the first vow was soooo tooth rottingly sweet- Like holy crap got me giggling and kicking my feet over here. I absolutely adore the way you wrote the mc, especially with how well she was at handling Azul's negativity and self-deprecation at the start. Just the way you're able to make the reader's feel the same way as the mc- I was SEETHING. The amount of times I got so frustrated with Azul- Especially with how he tried to get her to stop working, like dawg, she's doin' it cause she likes it, JUST LET HER HAVE THIS ONE THING

I was so glad when mc called it off when she did, cause ain't no way Azul was talking about some "You don't care for me as much if I'm healthy" LIKE WTF ARE YOU SAYING?? LITERALLY RIPPING MY PILLOW TO SHREDS RN

Aaaaaaa and oh my gosh the way mc just snaps- just says 'fuck it' and just lets everything out was so satisfying yet also so scary cause like- bro's definitely not gonna just accept that. Holy crap the bits of dialogue as he realizes mc was leaving- I can't. I'm not okay. Like the build up?? Like we know what's about to happen, but the way we see his perspective as it's about it happen- My mouth is agape. Eyes bulging out of skull- THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD SCENE!! Actual chills

Ending it on the hospital scene as his mentality just reverts back to how things were before her- Ugh... I can't- I can't function anymore. I have never been gagged so much by fanfic- like the life has been sucked out of me in the best way possible

Definitely will be re-reading, there's no way I could be fine with reading it only once

Such a satisfying conclusion too- like oh my gosh <3

OMG OMG THANK YOU!!!!! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA (≧◡≦) ♡

I wanted it to feel like a fic that suffocates you with sadness and emptiness while you're reading it, so opening with the aftermath of the murder felt appropriate! It sets such a haunting mood because you don't quite know why Azul did this or what happened for things to turn out this way (until you read the end of the fic), which only makes it more unsettling the further you read.

:D I'm so happy you enjoyed many aspects of the fic, especially the short-lived fluff in the beginning! I think that was my favorite part to write out of everything (although the hospital scene is a close second). Azul and Reader were so genuinely cute together in that scene. T_T if only it could be like that always...

And I'm especially happy you liked the way I wrote the reader's character here!!!! I wanted her to be more in tune with emotions than Azul is because it felt like a nice contrast to the very out-of-control, emotional Azul. She's honestly such a sweetheart who is just trying her best to be genuinely kind and loving despite the situation. Azul is so frustrating here, so the fact that Reader could remain patient and gentle throughout six entire years of their marriage... It felt satisfying to write her finally snapping at him, so I'm glad that was a scene you could enjoy! I liked switching perspectives partway through as the focus strays from the subject of Reader and her bringing up the divorce to Azul's disturbing behaviors as he begins to lose himself to his fears and insecurities. And then he just shuts off and tragedy ensues. >_< it's heartbreaking and scary and so many other unfortunate things!!!

And the hospital scene oooooo yes yes!!!!! Azul's psychology in this fic is so fascinating to me. He really did mean it when he said the reader was his world, so with her no longer in it his entire existence undergoes this drastic shift and suddenly he's not whole. He's lost a vital part of himself, the part that felt loved and appreciated, and so now he's back to floating through life with this lonesome emptiness and self-hatred. Now the world is small and devoid of color. Now it's just monochrome and cold.

Aaaaaaaa I loved writing him in this state of slow, uncertain delirium and the way he panics when the nurses won't answer his questions. I also greatly enjoyed writing him using the phrase "my wife" over and over because Reader is no longer just her own person to him. She's Azul's. His wife. And then there's also the symbolism in Azul killing Reader and knowing that no one else will have her ever again and that, because he got to take her life for himself, it will be no one else's. It's not even Reader's anymore.

Forgive my ramblings!!! I'm just very happy to know you liked the fic and that you will be reading it again!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!! 💖

#sweet messages #shmoopyldoopy

[batrachised]

tagged by @professionalfangrrl for a twenty questions, fanfic author game!

1-How many works do you have on AO3?

For lm montgomery, three. For star wars, 38.

2-What's your total AO3 word count?

LMM: 14,467. Star Wars: 376,710 [i might have a problem]

3-What fandoms do you write for?

I'll leave you detective sherlocks to work that out

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I've only written 3 lm montgomery fics, and there the top kudos one is sob of fall and song of forest (fun fact: that title is a line from an E. Paulina Johnson poem, whom I discovered LM Montgomery liked after the fact)

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

sweats nervously listen...listen....let me tell you something! let me tell you something! i'm a good noodle!

after being unsure when i first started writing, i used to respond to comments religiously because I thought it was nice. then, idk what happened, I think i got busy and stopped doing so right away...and then I waited even longer....and then as a result i barely ever responded to comments and now, after compiling over like the course of a year, my ao3 inboxes have a combined unresponded comments of too many comments to deal with😅

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i feel like this is the only fic i ever mention because I've written so few lmm ones, but Violets - fic about Walter's death. i did once write this sad fic that had a very fluffy lead-up, and it always makes me cackle maniacally like an evil scientist when I get comments on the beginning chapters of people being like "omg this is cute :D" and then them reaching the end and proceeding to scream at me in rage via the comments - the happy-sad switch is something I've used in my writing more than once, and I always enjoy it

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A lot of my fics are crack and thereby necessitate happy endings, no one stands out as being more happy than another

8-Do you get hate on fics?

I have like, one time? and it just made me laugh tbh, it was one my first fic and I was like I'VE MADE IT ONLINE! I HAVE HATERS! 😎

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind?

nope, at least not intentionally (yes it's accidentally happened before - never forget). I tend to avoid romance in general (she says, having about 8 different romantic stories) because writing it is not for me. if I do I tend to make it silly/humorous

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

nope, in general I'm not a crossover person. the only fandom where i actually got really into (reading) crossovers was merlin with harry potter, eons ago, all the more funny because I was never a harry potter fan

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yup, although they did credit me. I've written about it before, but one time I had a fic stolen and put up on some website that appeared to be russia's version of ao3. Had a lot of fun translating comments on that one via google translate

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes a couple of times. one time someone asked to translate my fic and I was like sure, just send me the link when you're done! :D and they did and it was short, so I just typed it in instead of copying except I misremembered whether it was a .org or .com and typed the wrong one and accidentally ended up on a porn website that apparently had a nearly identically domain and was like WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO ME D: DID THEY PUT MY FIC HERE D: IT DOESN'T BELONG HERE D: IS THIS A SPAM LINK only to refer back ot the comment and realize my fingers had betrayed me

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

nope, all me and the workings of my incredibly silly mind

14-What's your all-time favourite ship?

don't have one! not a super shippy person anymore, although I used to be! sometimes I read romance fic but it's usually because I feel like reading romance, not because of the ship itself

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

idk man, I've tried abandoning wips before but my brain doesn't let me. one time i abandoned a fic and then months later, i got the answer to the issue i'd been stuck on in a dream (or at least, upon waking in the middle of the night)

16-What are your writing strengths?

not gonna answer this one because (to me) it feels like a job interview question where you have to paste on a fake smile and talk about all the ways you're great while cowering inside. i like my writing and actually rarely experience the whole reading it over and seeing where it could have been better, not because I think my work is just that amazing, but because I don't really have that fine-tuned writer/artist brain that would give me an interesting answer to this question. i do this for fun, and for free, and for me lmao

17-What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOTTING OUT OUTLINES this one I can answer because I never do this enough and then I always end up several chapters into a fic trying to make it go somewhere that makes sense like

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

nope, i don't know another language well enough. i'm so paranoid that when I make up space names for my star wars fic I always google the fake word to make sure it's not a dirty/offensive word in another language 💀it's saved me before.

19-First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars, about a year and a half ago! It's been cool to see how different my writing has become in that short period of time!

20-Favorite fic you've ever written?

always the last one published or the ones that got the least attention. i loved them <3

tagging @gogandmagog @no-where-new-hero @kehlana-wolhamonao3 @kingedmundsroyalmurder

#ao3

[elis-corner]

your last post was adorable! if you’re up for it, can I request bdubs x reader who’s an insomniac? if not, no worries and have a wonderful day :)

Heya wonderful anon :D As I say to everyone who requests, sorry this took several months! I don't know what happened, but I got a bunch of asks that just didn't appear in my inbox until around December, but they said they were all there from months before.

It's only short since I'm trying to get back into the fanfic side of writing, hope you don't mind~ I also wasn't sure how to frame this the way I wanted, so I went with a mix of headcanons and drabbles

I hope you enjoy <3

'You can go to bed without me, you know.'

The concept of being unable to sleep was something that, at first, Bdubs couldn't even begin to comprehend. Of course, you'd explained insomnia to him time and time again, but let's be honest, nothing can separate him and the idea of "sleep good".

And certainly, nothing will get in the way of him trying to get you to come to bed with him.

'It's okay if you can't sleep,' he whined, 'you can even be loud and I'll still doze through. Just be there next to me! Please? For me, Y/n?' The look he gave you with those big, gorgeous eyes of his was taunting.

The idea that you struggle to sleep is painful for the poor guy. Of course, poor you more, but you're his main comfort after a long day! He might be your scrunkle, but you're definitely his too, no denying.

Bdubs will do whatever he can to help you sleep, even if it's things that don't really help.

'Love, I'm not a child. You singing doesn't hel-.' 'So you don't want to hear this gorgeous voice?' 'No!'

Please, give this man an award for caring, then frame it and hang it on the wall for him to proudly stare at.

Did you do it yet? Good.

Bdubs might not understand insomnia, and he might not be the most helpful person when you're struggling with falling asleep at two in the morning, but he's certainly going to be the one to try and stay up with you.

Even if he doesn't work as well the next day, or has to drink an extra few dozen cups of coffee to stay awake, it's the least he can do, so he says.

'I'm not leaving you alone, Y/n! If you can't sleep, than neither will I. Etho will be the one to suffer in the morning, not me; there will be no repercussions for me to deal with at all!' *insert a charming grin here*

And I promise you, the first thing he did when he learnt about Shubble's potions when they were on Empires, was see if she could make one to help you sleep. You're always his top priority.

He really does love you.

#bdubs x reader #bdoubleo100 x reader #hermitcraft fanfiction #x reader #drabble #headcanons #hc x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #my writing #this is by far the worst thing ive done all year- #sorry anon lovely <3 #but thanks for getting me back into practice a bit #if imma be honest school has kinda ruined creative writing for me this term.... #so. much. analysing. #anon ask

[cometcon]

I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. Striker is consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm as in canon. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I enjoy their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the parts of the show I enjoy, so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest. 

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory. 

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway. 

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine. 

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent." 

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?" 

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep. 

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest. 

"Why are you in here? Get out." 

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed my window yet. It's cold." 

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut. 

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!" 

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth. 

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave. 

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike. 

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning. 

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

#helluva boss #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #striker #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss millie #helluva boss m&m #m&m #moxxie #millie #blitz #blitzø #striker x moxxie #moxxie x striker #kind of #moxxie x millie #fanfic #helluva boss fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #dark fluff #how did I make cuddling one of the creepiest things ive ever written lol #non-consensual cuddling #idk what else to tag for so let me know if i've missed any warnings #not transformers

[sarahjswift]

First Chapter of my New Fanfic!

Hello everyone! I have decided to write a multi-chapter fanfic series. Please don't hate me if the posting is irratic or if I stop for long periods of time lol. This is a Rowaelin spin - what is Rowan was a therapist and Aelin was his patient? I don't even know y'all 😅

HUGE thanks to all of the love shown in my previous posts but mostly to @backtobl4ck!! This person is the sweetest person ever and deserves all the love - go follow her! She has some great fics :)

Warnings: Language, descriptions of bad mental health/states, mentions of eating disorders. Enjoy!! :D

Rowan Whitethorn was a rehab therapist, but he had some shit of his own to sort out. 

But every day he pushed that aside as he got ready to lead a session in what he liked to call the “Rehab Room”, a dingy and cold room, with ugly orange carpet and a circle of folding chairs. Today there were some new patients coming in, Sellene - his boss and cousin - informed him as he made his way to the Rehab Room. How nice of her to tell him when the session started in two minutes, with nowhere near enough time to look through their folders.

After he said as much, Sellene raised an eyebrow at him. She was the prettier, female version of Rowan with dark bronze skin, silver hair and piercing green eyes that mirrored his. Dressed in a v-neck black dress, she was an intimidating sight, and Rowan grumbled as he stomped to the Rehab Room. 

The room was already full - or, as full as it usually was. Rowan did a quick analysis of the situation. Lucas, a regular, was chatting with one of the newbies. She was a pretty woman, with pale skin, a river of black hair, and wide, innocent eyes. But she had a haunted look about her, like she had seen too much. Next to her was a stunning woman. She had dark brown hair that rested to her shoulders and emerald green eyes. She had a hungry, animalistic way about her movements, quick and distorted. A couple others were seated, and Rowan was about to sit down when the door swung open and slammed shut. He turned. 

His gaze was met with a woman. She had pale skin and golden hair, and a lean body. But as he surveyed her face, he struggled not to gasp. She had the most breathtaking eyes Rowan had ever seen. They were the most beautiful blue, framed with long, curled lashes. But - she was so, so skinny. She was so thin it hurt Rowan to look at her. 

The woman clearly didn’t want to be here, and she glared at Rowan before taking a seat, crossing her arms over her chest. Rowan snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat, taking a seat across from her.  

“Welcome, everyone,” he began. “My name is Rowan, and I will be your therapist for your time here at the Whitethorn Rehab Center.” 

The woman with an animal-like nature raised her hand. Rowan nodded for her to speak. “Aren’t you Rowan Whitethorn? Didn’t your cousin Sellene start this place?”

Rowan closed his eyes for half a second. This came up occasionally, and everytime his patients assumed he got his job because of his cousin. He would pick a better damn paying job than this one if that was the truth - no, Rowan got here because of his own hard work. “Yes, my cousin Sellene made this place, but I assure you I didn’t get this job riding a wave of nepotism . I worked hard and studied psychology for years to get this position.”

The woman who raised her hand shrugged and slumped back in her chair, and Rowan continued on. “I thought we’d begin this session with introducing ourselves, since we do have some newbies. Just state your name, why you are here, and your…favorite animal.”

The stunning woman with beautiful eyes rolled them, but Rowan ignored it and pointed to the woman who had raised her hand. “You first, please.”

The woman heaved a sigh but said; “Hello, I’m Lysandra and I’m a drug addict. My favorite animal is a leopard.” 

Next was the woman with black hair and big eyes. “I’m Elide,” she nearly whispered. “I’m bulimic.” A dark red blush spread across her cheeks, and she ducked her head. Rowan recognized her shame, and he felt sad for her. “My favorite animal is…a bumblebee? I guess? I dunno.” Rowan pitied the poor woman as a tear slipped down her cheek. 

“Thank you, Elide,” Rowan said softly. Lysandra patted her shoulder and Lucas gave her a side hug. Elide sniffled and managed a smile. 

They moved on to Lucas, who introduced himself as a recovering alcoholic who had been in the WRC program for a year. A woman named Tiela went and then a man named Selmer, and then it was that woman’s turn. 

She raised her eyes up to Rowan, her gaze hateful. Her body language was tight and closed off, and Rowan could see her cheekbones - too much. Too, too skinny, he thought. “I’m not doing some shitty introduction,” she said. Her voice was rough, but Rowan had a feeling that wasn’t what she sounded like all the time. 

He raised his chin and said in his most stern voice; “We try not to curse in this rehab group. It can be triggering for some patients.” The woman rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please state your name, your…problem…and your favorite animal.”

The woman sighed, but seemed to give in. “I’m Aelin. My favorite animal is a dog. Done.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow at her, trying not to show the thrill that had gone through him when she had said her name. Aelin. Like a song. 

“I don’t have an addiction,” she snapped. “My cousin made me check in here.”

“And why is that?” Rowan asked. He knew he shouldn’t be prying, every therapist instinct was telling him to let it go, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to get to know this woman. 

Aelin’s eyes dropped down to her lap and her shoulders slumped. The anger that had been in her spirit since she had come in seemed to snuff out, and Rowan felt himself think come back, stay. Don’t leave her. “My…a year ago...my fiance passed away,” Aelin said in a miserable voice. Rowan felt his stomach drop and he paled. The others in the group sucked in breaths, giving her pitying glances. “Cancer. In his stomach. I didn’t take it well. Obviously. My cousin checked me in. My favorite animal is a dog.” 

____

After the session, Rowan made sure the patients got back to their rooms safely and then began the thirty minute drive home. He had felt like a pile of shit ever since Aelin’s introduction in the Rehab Room. He had fucking made her admit it, forced her too, like they had made him…

No. Don’t think about her. Not for a fucking second. Gritting his teeth, Rowan cranked up the radio, Jack Harlow filling the car. Not his favorite, but he’d take it. 

After a long drive, he finally pulled into his driveway. He had a nice enough house - he was skilled at saving - but it was bland and undecorated. He walked through the house, the rooms barely full of furniture, and to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he cursed as he realized he had forgotten to go pick up groceries. 

Grumbling, he grabbed an apple and began eating when he received a text. Pulling out his phone, Rowan read the message. 

Lorcan: You free?

Me: nope

Lorcan: You actually not free or u don’t want to talk

        Me: *shrugging emoji*

Lorcan: wow fine

Lorcan: how dare you abandon me 

Lorcan: now I have to go w fenrys

Me: where

Lorcan: da club

Me: …

Me: is there food?

#throne of glass #sarah j maas #fanfic #rowaelin

[thoughtsandbones]

Bubbling to the surface, slowly but surely.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, fluff, medical inaccuracies and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: 99 luftballons - Nena, Moves - Milo Greene,

Word count: 2K...

A/N: Flashbacks are getting messed up when I am indenting them and I am getting lots of errors when publishing the work, please bare with some mistakes and spelling issues.

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10 and PART 11

Part 12

Price waved over at a blonde woman who was walking off a helicopter, carrying a small overnight bag over her shoulder and a laptop bag in her right hand. As she approached Price, she raised her sunglasses to the top of her head.

"Great to see you John" Kate Laswell says shaking hands with Price

"Good to see you too Kate" He responds shaking her hand and then giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"We've got a lot of work to do in locating Makarov." Laswell says as she followed Price up to his office.

"Understood, no leads on Shepherd?" Price asked, bracing himself for the answer he already knows

"Nothing." Laswell says, look at Price dead in the eye. "Whatever he's done to disappear, he's done it well." She adds

Price gruffs

"When is the mission brief?" Laswell asks Price, moving to sit down on the sofa, Price follows her move.

"Hour from now." Price says checking his watch. "Need to talk to you about somethin'" He adds leaning close to Laswell

"Uh oh, I know that look" Laswell smirks

"Our new doctor, Hari, she went on the mission to Siberia with Captain MacAlasdair" Price whispers

Kate leaned back, taking in this new information. Not much was known at what happened there...

"If it was the mission to track down intel from that satellite, that could hopefully tell us what Shepherd hid." Price said

"And where he could be" Laswell continued. "Have you asked her?" She added

"No, she needs time to settle in. But she has been thinking about the Captain" Price says

"How is she in the field?" Laswell asks

"Not been in the field, but has the capability" Price said

"She's not operating on this mission?" She asks

"No, too new and she's actually been fixing up the infirmary" Price responded

"Ah, someone capable of actually mending you all when you're broken?" Laswell laughed

"Shall see after this mission" Price chuckled "Cup of tea? he adds

"Of course" Laswell smiles

Mission brief

Price headed to the infirmary, as he approached the open door, he could here the rapid typing coming from inside, he stood in the doorway and looked at you, concentrating on the laptop, eyes narrowed, muttering to yourself.

"How were the health checks?" Price said

You look up and slightly smile.

"Good, all med-kits are checked and ready, everyone is good..." You trail off.

Ghost's blood pressure... You contemplate whether or not to tell him.

"Yeah?" Price exclaims

"Yes, all good" You say, snapping back from your thoughts.

"Briefing time?" You assume, as Price stares at you. You finish off the last part of the report, and click save. You look up and he nods

"Yes, sort of, Kate Laswell wants to meet you" Price says, giving you a smile

A smile appears on your face.. "Okay, I'll come now" you say saving your reports and locking your laptop.

Getting up, you follow Price, going up the stairs until you reach the 5th level. You've never been here before..

Prices opens a glass door and gestures you to walk in. Doing so you see a slim blonde hair lady wearing a pantsuit, you looks up at you a smiles. You scan to your left and notice Lieutenant Ghost also in the room leaning back on a chair.

"Dr Kaur, nice to meet you" Laswell says, coming up and shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you ma'am" You say, Laswell laughs

"Call me Laswell, please" she says heading back to her laptop. You take a seat two spaced away from Ghost, he looked at you and nodded, you nodded back. Price sits opposite you.

"I've spoken to Kate about getting you on our next mission, you'll need to get trained up" Price starts

You lean forward and listen and nod along his words. "Yes sir"

"Ghost will be overseeing your training" Price says, awaiting your reaction, he watches you look over at him.

"As long as that's okay with the Lieutenant" You say

"'Course it is" Ghost said, looking over at you, your eyebrows burrowed as if you were still unsure of him.

"That's settled then" Price says smiling at Laswell, Ghost and then you.

At that moment Soap and Gaz walk into the briefing room, Gaz sits next to Price, and Soap sits besides you, giving you a nod.

"Alrigh' Doc?" Soap says grinning slightly

"All good" You say, tilting your head back, knowing exactly why he is grinning trying not to think of his naked torso. But you can't help yourself, Soap's naked torso flashes in your mind.

You bite the inside of your lip, trying your hardest not to smile, but you feel your cheeks go pink. In the corner of your eye you see Ghost staring at you, looking down at your left wrist, you note the second hand moving past the number 2 on the dials.

How many seconds will it be this time Lieutenant? You think to yourself as you look forward to Kate who has begun her briefing, but you angled your head slightly more to Ghost who was still looking at you.

You look down briefly at the second hand on the watch, 30 seconds...

C'mon Lt can we make to over a minute You think as you look back up.

Laswell begins explaining about how the team will be dropped into Urzikstan, and then will make their way on foot to Al Mazrah to try an intercept an arms deal with AQ and Russian Ultranationalists.

You see you Ghost break eye contact with you when Laswell click on her laptop and the slide appears of a map of Urzikstan and Al Mazarah. Looking back on your watch, 58 seconds.. not bad...

There was a line in red across the map highlighting their route. Laswell changes the slide. A picture of a their guy they're after appears, brown black spiky hair, blue eyes and he had a snark expression on his face. Under the image, was his name V. Makarov

Your eyes widen and lips part slightly.. Could it be the same person? The image of the a Fire Disk flashes in your head with the name Vladimir Alexei Makarov in black marker on it.

Eye flickering between Laswell and Price as she continues to talk about the briefing, Price chiming in every so often.

No... Yes.. maybe.. It doesn't hurt to ask. You fret in your head, you feel your heart rate increasing.. That would mean talking about Siberia..

You left hand reaches up slightly, Price takes note

"Got a question?" Price asks

You look at him and then Laswell who stopped talking, all eyes and bodies shifted towards you.

"Is that Vladimir Alexei Makarov?" You say slowly

Laswell and Price both look at each other.

"That is one of his aliases" Laswell says

"You know him?" Price asks, eyes widening greatly

"No, just..." You trail off " What do you know of Siberia 2010?" You add looking at Price and leaning closer in the chair.

Ghost looks up straight at you, along with Soap and Gaz. Is this finally it? he ponders and looks at Price then back you.

"Apart from Captain MacAlasdair's death, nothing" Price said, eagerly awaiting you to open up about a mission that he knew little about. He sensed your hesitation and a sudden fear coming across your face.

You take in your Captain's name. The fact he died and you could've saved him.

"Shepherd blacked out the report then?" You scoffed

Ghost looks at you, your eyes now looking down at your fingers nails.

"7 words on the report. 2 pages." Ghost said monotonously

You look up at him in shock, eyes narrowing.

"No witness report?" You say, raising your voice slightly.

Ghost shook his head

"Bastard" You hiss

"Hari, tell us what was the mission?" Price said slowly, and gave you a reassuring look

Looking at Laswell who had now sat down, and nodded towards you, giving a slight smile of encouragement.

"The Allen-Hibino satellite had intel that contained military weapons advancements from a Japanese and American coalition from the 1990s to 2009" You said

"Allen-Hibino?" Laswell says bringing her laptop closer to her and taking out the cable that linked to the projector. The slide read loss of signal and she began typing away on her laptop.

"Yes, it was supposed to have re-entered in the Pacific near Japan, but ended up further down somewhere and the Russians got to it" You say.

"Nothing about the mission on the Gusev satellite?" Price asks

Looking back him with a confused face, eyebrows joining closer together.

"You knew there was a satellite?" You ask, wondering what he actually knew about the mission.

Price leaned back a bit, raising his left hand

"Kate and I found out that Makarov has been interested in satellite parts that crash landed in the early 2000s and that the Russian military had it in an undisclosed base in Siberia" Price said "We thought it could be related to the Siberia 2010 mission" He added

Ghost turned and looked at Price. He thought he knew everything there was to know about Makarov and this mission. He then turned to you, taking in that stern face, but your eyes, they told another story. You were full of regret and pain that comes along with relieving that moment of knowing you could've done more he thought.

"We were only told about the Allen-Hibino satellite" You croke, a pit forming on your throat.

Ghost looked on at you, watching you try and remain calm.

"CIA reports the Allen-Hibino hitting its target re-entry point and taken for decomission." Laswell says, stunned at the report staring in front of her. Fully fabricated.

"Shepherd" Price snarls, crunching his fist tight

A heaviness that had been planted in your inner being since you chose not to take that damn shot grew and your felt your insides become tighter.

"How deep does his betrayal go?" Gaz spits out, you look at him and see his face scrunched up in anger, he looks at you and his face softens. You divert you gaze down.

"He's got the intel" you whisper not looking at Price, but you could feel his and everyone else's gaze on you.

"It's not your fault" Laswell says. "I worked directly with him." She said

"Does this change our upcoming mission?" Soap says, curious as to how this new intel, well, resurfaced intel, could effect what could happen next.

"Not really." Price says looking at Laswell

"We still go ahead, but our next mission will be different" Laswell speaks up and then looks at you "Dr Kaur, when we can, I want to talk to you about Siberia."

"Kate, I don't thin-" Price starts as he looks at her and then at you.

"I don't remember much after Captain MacAlasdair and I were compromised" You say bluntly "There's a 5 page witness report missing or destroyed that detailed what happened" You add

You look down at your nails again, picking at the skin around the edge of your nail on your forefinger with your thumb.

"I've tried to remember, but then I -" You stumble. Inhale for four, holding for four and then out for four... That does it. You clear your throat, still feeling all eyes on you, you continue to look down at the table.

"I understand" Laswell says, finally accepting your defeated demeanour. She clears a throat and plugs the cable back in, the slide resumes.

You look and see Price looking at you, he gives you a sympathetic smile before looking at Laswell who was

"Alright this mission on Urzikstan is reliant heavily on Farrah's forces..." Price starts.

You hear him talk and go on, but a high pitched ringing enters your left ear again, making you feel light-headed. Drowning out the voices surrounding you, you concentrate on your breathing, in for four, hold for four and exhale for four.

Watching the minutes go by on your watch, the meeting was soon over, Price held you back as Laswell, Ghost, Soap and Gaz left the room.

Ghost watched you remain stoic, as he got up from his chair, his casual glances hoping there was some change in expression, but nothing. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, he wanted that silly face to appear again that you did when you were teasing him, throwing up the jazz hands. A small remnant of your past self. He closed the door behind him and followed Soap.

"You alright?" Price sighed, leaning closer to you despite the clear table being barrier.

Looking up at his face and you clear your throat, trying to get rid of the feeling of the lump.

"Yeah, yeah" You said

"Look, it's hard revisiting the past" Price begins "But, I- we- are here for you, but you have to be honest" Price finishes, he lets you make it your turn to talk.

"Yes sir, I understand" You say, trying not to sound to blunt but keep a level of strength about you.

Price looks on at you. He understood how hard it would be for you the go back rethink about a moment that made you leave this life. Even more difficult now that the weasel who sent you, all of them, on these missions and had good people die for the benefit of him and his agenda.

"Captain Price, I will try and to remember" You say, forcing yourself to give him a smile, but you knew he could see right through you.

"Hari, I will be by your side, as will the rest of the team" Price says getting up from his chair and walking over to you. He sits on the chair once occupied by Soap and put his hand on your left shoulder.

"Survivors guilt is hard, I know" Price said, his hand gripping your shoulder a bit tighter, somehow trying to let you know that you can't blame yourself.

Yet it was. I should've taken the shot

Price gives you another pep talk, and you reply simply with a yes sir, of course sir... Leaving the meeting room, you head back down to the infirmary.

Siberia.

Take it slow, take your time, no rush you pander to yourself as you let yourself back int he infirmary, you leave the door slightly open and head back to finish the reports.

After about hour of work you give up. Instead you turn your chair to the right slightly, placing your feet up on the edge of the desk and begin the gaze as the Sun descends to the horizon, embracing the myriad of colours made in the sky.

....

Ghost walked into his room and sat on the edge of his bed, taking off his mask, and placing it on his bedside table. Running his hands through his hair, he could feel the grease sliding across his fingertips. As his fingers reached the back of his neck, Simon gently fell back on his bed.

Closing his eyes, he went through a check list of things he and the team needed to do before the mission. His mind then ran through what each task Soap and Gaz needed to do. Then you.

Simon felt that same tinge of pain hit his chest and then ripple through his body again. You were so deadpanned.

Guilt had been bubbling up within him. Each time he was alone with you he had the opportunity to expose himself to you. But he was apprehensive.

Training with her again will be interestin' he thought Maybe you'd recognise somethin' and you'd figure it out during trainin'

Simon rolled his eyes That's fuckin' stupid

Johnny was right, he can't keep it up for long. It'll eventually catch -There was a knock on his bedroom door suddenly.

"Just a minute" He gruffled loudly, rolling over to his side and finding his mask, putting it on. He got up and headed to his door.

There you were, standing a few paces back..

"Lieutenant, have you taken your tablet?" You ask

Ghost had forgotten about the small pill you gave that was his in pocket, his brought up hand up and fidgeted around his pocket until he found it.

"Sorry doc, forgot" He adds. Did you just come up to check if I'd taken my medicine

"Ah, good!" You say smiling. Ghost was taken aback a bit.

"Are you free then?" You ask, smiling slightly again

"Yeah" Ghost said clearing throat of coarseness

"Want to see something cool?" You ask

Ghost narrowed his eyes slightly and checked his was 21:10pm, what would you be showing him?

"Sure.." He said slowly and stepped forward, you stepped back and turned.

He followed as you walked away, he locked his door and then caught up to you in a few short strides. He led you into the infirmary, the lights were off..

You head over to the window and look back and see Ghost was standing in the doorway, as he always seems to do.

"Come over here" You say gesturing towards him. Ghost walked over to you by the window. He notices the flood lights lighting part of the ground of base, he scans the sky, orange mixed in with blue. He turns to look at you, still confused as to what you were showing him

"Do you see it in the sky?" You say nodding your head up a bit. Ghost looks up and sees a single bright speck shining in the orange-blue hue.

"That star?" He asks and looks back down at you

"That's not actually a star, that's the planet Venus" You smile, looking up at the planet again

"That's a planet?" Ghost says, his eyes drift back from you to the planet again. "Venus, like that Roman goddess?"

"Yeah, named after the Roman goddess of love and beauty" You explain "But what they didn't know was that it's atmosphere is so deadly and has volatile volcanos"

"It's so bright" Ghost says entranced by the brightness of the planet in the night sky. The longer he looked, the less he felt troubled, he felt how small his and the world's problems were. For the first time, in a long time, he felt small.

"Second brightest object in the night sky." You say, "Mood is just on the other side of the building"

Ghost looks down at you again, you continue to look up at the planet, smiling. You looked so happier, he savoured the smile on your face.

Always were a nerd, glad you're still a nerd he thought as he remembered how you once said you loved those Star Trek films and shows, and the idea of exploring space.

A soft ping rang through his chest, giving his body a nice warmth, he felt the corner of his lips curve up, he could feel the little dimple form on his right cheek. He looked back at Venus, so far away and so calming.

"Lieutenant, can I ask you something?" You say turning your head to him, Ghost looks back at you

"Sure" He says

You take inhale sharply here we go

"Did you know about Siberia?" You say.

Ghost took in your expression of concern, your eyes glistened against the dim light coming in from the remnants of the sun but mostly from the floodlights.

"I knew there was a mission to Siberia with the Captain, didn't know what the details of the mission were."

He watches as you take in the information and nod, face going stoic again.

"You said the report had 7 words" You ask him

"Yeah, no witness report attached to the file" He gruffed

"Foul play" You mumble

Ghost grunted in agreement and looked back out of the window. Both of you standing there, looking out the window at Venus, 108.28 million km away from you both, yet still managed to capture them with it's burning beauty.

In the corner of his eye, Ghost looked down at you, still looking up. He enjoyed the quietness with you, both of you alone together in the silence... It was strangely comforting for him.

You looked up to Ghost and smiled, it was nice sharing quietness with him. He looked down at you, locking his blue eyes with your brown eyes. There was still a sense of familiarity hidden within his eyes, like you've gazed upon those eyes eons ago... Narrowing your eyes, you wished you could remember, but the black paint coated on his skin made it difficult to see any distinguishable moles or markings.

Whomever you are, you do not want to be known.

Checking your watch you release it nearly 10pm.

"You should take your tablet and sleep" You say reminding him

"Yeah, should head back" Ghost says, grunting slightly "Training tomorrow, what time are you free?"

"6am?" You say

"Hold ya to tha'" He says he takes out the pill from his pocket, takes it out the packet, and then you move over the the water tank and grab him a cup of water. He takes it from you and takes the pill.

"Need to check your blood pressure at some point tomorrow sir" You add

He nods at you as he swallows some more water. "'Course doc" He says. You both leave the infirmary, Ghost watches you lock up.

"Have a good sleep" You say to him "Good night" You say smiling

"Goo' Nigh'" Ghost says, turning to walk back to his room.

You return to your own quarters. Lying flat on the bed, sighing heavily.

The ringing in your left ear starts again, the lightheadedness wafts over you and you hear faint yelling in the back of your head.

"Get the disk and get out Blue" Captain MacAlasdair echos from your left ear into your skull.

Shivers of sweat swell from your glands on your skin, bringing your knees close to your stomach you hug yourself, trying to soothe yourself.

"Get the disk and get out Blue"

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