#'of course' he says 'we wouldn't be anywhere without you old man'

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost gifts a single tiny ear loop to Soap one day. Says he noticed Soap had pierced ears. That rings keep from handling a gun or a knife properly. He doesn't make eye contact, tries to hide his face, even as he's already wearing his balaclava.

Soap blinks. Ghost has already given him gifts and only behaved that way for the very first one. He doesn't understand. The earring is very simple, but seems to be made of expensive material and not only covered with a thin leaf of gold.

"Didnae it come with another one?" he says, jokingly.

But Ghost flushes, turns his head, and lifts his mask, only enough for Soap to see the glinting of the other earring on his ear. Suddenly he understands that it's not simply a gift. Ghost favoured practicality, but he wanted to give him a ring.

He grabs his hand as it falls back down.

"Simon, what is this?" he asks softly, not daring to be hopeful just yet.

With his other hand, he reaches out to gently turn Simon's head back towards him. His cheeks and his nose are flushed, it makes the warmth of his dark eyes, generally hidden behind a sneer or a bored expression, undeniable.

He looks nervous. Johnny's heart is beating faster. Could it really be...?

"I know", Simon starts then pauses, uncertain. "I know I'm probably not what you thought you'd have, when you were younger" Soap wants to interrupt, to scoff, to protest that Simon is way better than anyone he could have hoped for, but doesn't. He never wants to cut off his love when he's barely starting to open up.

"I know that I'm not easy to be with some days, that I'm not friendly and easy going like you, like someone you'd deserved to be with." he continues, unconsciously pushing his face more into Soap's hand. "But... I love you, more than I thought I could, and I'd like... I'd like to be with you, for as long as you'd have me..."

Johnny's heart is soaring. He has no idea how to react. He'd have to get all the giddiness out first, and the moment doesn't seem appropriate for jumping around and squealing.

"Officially," Simon continues, voice quieter, out of breath. "If you want to."

A gigantic grin splits Johnny's face. All of his limbs are buzzing, he needs to stand up, to run, to explode something. But he's terrified to spook Simon so instead he just squeezes the hand he's holding rhythmically and moves his feet back and forth.

"Baby, are ye asking me tae marry ye?" Johnny says. He's pretty sure his voice is wobbly, but can't really hear it himself as the blood in his ears is louder than the rest.

Simon's eyes do something, what is visible of his face looks like he has an expression on but Johnny can't analyze it now, doesn't dare to see the hope in his eyes, the pleading in his brows.

"I... Yes, I guess I am," the love of his life says finally. "If you want to. You don't have to."

Soap can't keep himself in check any longer. He's making a high pitched noise, jumping up and down where he's seating on the bed, and throws himself at Simon.

"Of course ah fooking want tae!!!"

Simon lets out an excited giggle, swept in Johnny's mood, and tightens his arms around his lover. No, his fiancé.

This is the best day of his life. He just has to deal with this mission tomorrow, and then they can start to plan everything.

#cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #and now a bit of angst as a treat : #soap goes on his mission and doesn't return - ghost immediately goes to look for him and only finds traces of a struggle #then price receives a bloody earring and instructions to give out state secrets in exchange for soap #ghost goes ballistic - price doesn't deal with terrorists but has to make them believe he does to gain some time #they need to find where they keep soap - when they eventually manage to rescue him he's in a pretty bad shape and cries when he sees ghost #he looks like he hasn't slept since he was taken and his lobe is covered in dried blood where his captors ripped the earring from it #he sobs in ghost's arms that he lost it #that ghost had given him something so precious and he wasn't able to keep it and ghost knows that it's only because he's been tortured and #sleep deprived but it still breaks his heart & he doesn't know what to do and how to make soap understand that he loves him no matter what #johnny needs a medic and fluids and sleep and stitches and a cast but he can't bring himself to let him go so he just carries him #and doesn't let him go until he absolutely has to even as soap falls asleep on the way back and even as the others look at him with a look #on their face - it doesn't matter anyway soon he'll be simon mactavish and everyone will know #as he's waiting at soap's bedside watching him sleep price comes in and gives him the earring - it's been cleaned and looks good as new #then price asks him if he's invited and after a minute of ghost looking at him with wide eyes he eventually nods #'of course' he says 'we wouldn't be anywhere without you old man' #and price gently punches him in the shoulder #'you have to stop calling me old the recruits are convinced I'm like 50' #and ghost smiles for the first time in a week - he won't stop though - not until he convinces the recruits that price is at least 60

[ghostssimp]

Kamikaze

A/N

This one took a turn and it's 18+!

To be honest, I don't know what to think of it, just hope it's not as bad as it is, it's a little longer so, part 2?

Also thought of writing somehow really soft Ghost in one of these, lately I don't have that much ideas, so if you have any requests, just ask them! I'm in! Enjoy!

Bullets fell like rain all around you as you found a hiding spot behind a brick wall. Heart pounding in chest like a drum constantly. Your team mates are all over the place, trying to take a position to push back the enemy. There is a cut on your arm, but thanks to adrenaline rushing through you, you barely feel it and push it through reloading your gun. There were more of them than you thought they'd be, and there was a tingle of worry in your chest.

You weren't sure when Ghost did get hit, but you were sure you suddenly saw Gaz pulling him behind a wall trying to dodge the bullets. Everything stopped for you when you noticed that it was really bad. He was holding the area around his chest and barely pulled himself to help Gaz a little with his weight.

"Ghost is down! Pull back!" Price yelled, and you could hear worry in his voice too. "They're everywhere, we have nowhere to go!" Soap chimed in, being totally right. They were like ants, all over the place.

Grenade flew. Not just anywhere, but in front of Gaz and Ghost.

You don't know how you got to the point of making that quick decision, you don't know how you managed to get there in time, but you leaped towards them without a doubt.

You threw grenade back and went behind the wall with them. Gaz looked at you all frozen in spot. Ghost's eyes were wide open. Grenade exploded. You look behind and aim. Two of them, down. You leap from the old hiding spot to the new one.

Three, down.

You look up to the balcony.

Two more, down.

As you kept going, you didn't even hide, but you walked towards them shooting.

A fear came over you. A fear of losing your teammates. Fear of losing Ghost. You never actually told him about your feelings. You did flirt, but it was a mask, or so you made him think so. He never knew the growth you felt for him. The feelings in you. No. He wouldn't accept it. He doesn't want to be bound, and neither should you. You've already lost so much.

"Push them back, Banshee has them!" Price yells in comms, while he and Soap suddenly appear next to you shooting.

Slowly, every enemy was down.

When all of you came back, you didn't think much of how reckless you were today, Price didn't say anything so you assumed you were okay. If he thought that you made some mistake, he would've already woped your ass for it.

So you sat at your bed, bandaging your arm and leg. In all that fight, of course you couldn't get out without a little bullet hole, but you managed.

A knock on your door made you jump a little, but you continued changing the bandage on your leg. "Come in."

There was a pause, but door opened and you never expected him to walk through them. Ghost closed the door behind him and stood there. His mask still on his face, in a grey t-shirt so his tattoos are visible on his arm and dark jeans. You frown at the man, stopping with your motions.

"Ghost? What the hell are you doing here, you should be resting at the medical wing?" You rose up ignoring a stinging pain in your leg. His eyes shifted to it. They looked tired and cold, but still, some stern look was in them. He was silent as he walked towards you. He pulled a chair from your table and put it in front of you as he sat on it. His big hands find your wrist and he pulls you down so you sit back. He takes the bandage from you and starts to wrap it around you himself.

You're still speechless. You don't know how to react so you remain silent. When he was finished, he took a deep breath, not looking up.

"You can't do that." His rough voice made you shiver a little. "Do what?" You are confused and don't understand what's he meaning. "You can't run around like that, acting like kamikaze. You're not on a suicide mission." He looks up, his eyes narrowed, a little anger showing up.

You sigh. "Well, first of all, Kamikaze were suicide pilots, I'm a soldier, and second of all, I.." You trail off cutting yourself under his heavy stare. "You what?" He's becoming impatient.

"It doesn't matter, you should go rest Lt. you've been-" You shut your mouth as he grabs your chin a little roughly. "I give orders here, Y/N. You. What?" He grumbles under his breath. His eyes stare at you like they're gonna swallow you whole.

"I don't care what happens to me, Ghost." His eyes go little softer at that. "I don't care anymore about my life. All I did today was keep you and Gaz safe. You matter." He didn't move. He didn't glance away. He stood there in a trance.

What you didn't expect him to do is to push you down on a bed, your eyes wide as he towers over you. "You think you don't matter? Fucking hell, I'll show you how I think you do."

His hand came in contact with your clothed area making you gasp. "Ghost-" His other hand uncovered a little of his mouth and his lips crashed into yours as he made slow circles on your clothed clit.

You let out a moan in his mouth and he groans. You grow hot under him. You crave for the touches he makes even more. Unthinkable was happening and you really hoped this wasn't a fucking dream. He pulls your shorts and panties away, now skin to skin making you push yourself against his hand.

"You're dirty little lass, aren't you? Look at you, already dripping wet rubbing against my hand, begging me to fuck you with your pussy. You want it that badly, don't you?" As you're trying to find the right words, his fingers tease your entrance, making you loose your words. All you could do was nod. He pulls you by your chin making you look up into his eyes. "I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer me." He growls out. You bite your lip.

"Fuck, yes sir." You furrow your brows as he hums. "Good girl." His fingers enter you and start pumping you. Your head falls back in all of it making you moan even more. "Fuck- Ghost."

"That's it, tell me am I making you feel good, hm?" As he pumps you in and out, he places his thumb on your clit and starts to drive it in circles. "Yes, yes sir you are." He chuckles. If he wasn't finger fucking you you'd be shocked, but man, it just took you closer to finishing. "You gonna finish already baby, hm? Come on, do it. I know you want it. I know you've been waiting for it. I know you need it as much as I do. Come on Y/N." As he said your name, you shook under him feeling pleasure washing all over you leaving you breathless.

You feel him pulling away from you and you prop yourself on your elbows looking at him all confused. He unblucks his belt looking down at you like a predator.

"You didn't think we were already finished, did you?"

#call of duty #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost x you #modern warfare imagine #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #smut #ghost smut #simon riley smut #18+ content #mw2 x reader #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #john price

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Takeomi

⧫ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

⧫ WARNINGS: Sub!Reader, rough sex, mentions of toys, edging, mentions of being shared, bdsm Themes

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ Takeomi is really caring after, despite how mean He can be in bed

ꕤ He likes it when you lay on his chest while He has a cigarette after

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ He really likes his dick but if He had to choose something else He would go for hands or face

ꕤ on you He likes your chest. Takeomi is an absolute boobs man…right after your smile of course:))

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ He loves to cum in your mouth, seeing it on your tongue before you swallow it is just something else to him

ꕤ But if you don't like it, anywhere on you is just fine. He just likes to mark you as his in that way

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ He can’t help himself but to watch your dirty little videos whenever He feels like it, not minding to share the screen with a friend of his but you would never know that part

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ we all saw his past, He was quite the fuckboy so He has a good amount of experience

ꕤ gets you that leg shaking, mind numbing orgasm every time because He pays attention to what you like

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ COWGIRL! The way your tits bounce in his face and He can grab them so easily…hmm

ꕤ next up is doggy, loves the way He can go feral on you like this

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ I wouldn't say he's goofy but He does chuckle when something weird / funny happens but moves on before it ruins the mood

ꕤ otherwise he's quite serious, wanting to focus on the pleasure

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He trims it sometimes but usually He sports a small bush

ꕤ He would shave it off or trim it of it bothers you, He just wouldn't do it out of himself

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ He can be very romantic, especially on certain occasions like an anniversary or simply to show you how much He loves you

ꕤ otherwise let’s just say it's quite the opposite

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ He used to do it regularly like 2-3 times a week

ꕤ if you two have sex He doesn't really see the need to do so anymore since you gave him that pleasure already

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ Lives for being called Sir and degrading you

ꕤ in general he's into the more hardcore stuff but nothing too extreme (BDSM, manhandling, spanking)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ Bedroom for sure is his absolute favorite

ꕤ He wouldn't mind other places if you're up to it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ seeing you all innocent and cute, especially if you dress up nice just for him

ꕤ When you show that you want him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ He wouldn’t go to the extreme with his kinks and actually hurt you / make you uncomfortable

ꕤ do anything non-con. Not even consensual non-con / somnophilia

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ Takeomi prefers receiving, especially when he's just enjoying a cigarette and you sit down between his legs and enjoy pleasing him

ꕤ always makes sure to return the favor though if that's what you want

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ usually he's fast and rough, loving it when you try to crawl away only for him to hold onto your hips tighter

ꕤ during the occasions where he's more gentle He also goes at a slower pace with deep, long strokes

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ always up for it, no matter where

ꕤ especially in his car is a huge turn on for him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ He likes to try things at least once if they’re in both of your comfort zones

ꕤ doesn't care if anyone catches you in the act but also won't hesitate to beat that person up right at the spot if you just ask him to

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ Eh, He can go 1-2 rounds but needs a while in between to recover

ꕤ But those rounds last quite a while so you never need to worry about being unsatisfied

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He owns a few, has a whole collection of paddles actually

ꕤ doesn't use any on himself but loves to spank you with a paddle or tease you with a vibrator

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ there's no sex with Takeomi that doesn’t involve being teased. For him that's part of the fun, making you beg

ꕤ don't dare to tease him though… He will teach you a lesson and leaves you without an orgasm

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ He's not really vocal with moans but He does a lot of dirty talk, asks who you belong to and just teases you with his words

ꕤ otherwise He grunts and moans deep when He releases

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ He’s always up to invite others but only of you want to

ꕤ He won’t do anything with them, instead He wants them to please you and enjoys watching

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ big and slim. Probably a good 8,5 inches with a small curve to the right

ꕤ he’s cut and has a cute soft pink tip, not too sensitive but his balls are very sensitive to your touch

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ not too high, decent I would say 2-3 times a week is more than enough for him

ꕤ there's also weeks where He doesn't feel like it at all but He won't shy away from giving you a good time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ He needs a cigarette and you cuddled up to him after, then he's ready to fall asleep

ꕤ likes to forget about cleaning up and sometimes falls asleep while smoking so please make sure he won't burn himself or the whole place

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #takeomi x reader #takeomi smut #takeomi akashi #tokyo revengers takeomi #repost ♡

[weird-is-life]

Braids

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary : You just want to braid Steve's hair and he's dramatic about it.

Warnings : like 2 swear words, fluff

Words : 1.4k

Masterlist (not my gif)

"Can i braid your hair?" i looked at Steve with pleading eyes.

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

We were at Steve's house watching a movie, when i got the idea of braiding his hair.

"Please?" i added. He looked at me with a look, that clearly said no.

"Oh come on, pleeeease" i tried to convince him. But it wasn't working, he still sat there, unfazed.

"I will let you choose scary movie tomorrow ?" i tried to bargain and for a moment, i thought, he was going to give in. I think, he even considered it for a second.

"No and stop asking me please, just watch the movie" he said, obviously annoyed.

"Why not? Just this one time and i promise i will never ask again. And also, i will let you choose the movies for a week" it was a pretty good deal, if you asked me. He always wanted to watch some scary movies, but i always said no.

"Why do you want to do it so much?" he asked.

"Why? Are you seriously asking me why? Have you seen your hair?" as if he wasn't Steve 'the hair' Harrington. Of course i wanted to braid his gorgeous gorgeous hair.

"Soo, can i ? Please, pretty please" i gave him those puppy eyes, that I knew, he secretly couldn't say no to. And it worked.

"Uhh, fine" i squealed in excitement, but before i could say anything, he added,"but you have to let me pick the movies for 2 weeks"

"2 weeks?!" he couldn't be serious.

"Yup, 2 weeks or no braids" he said with a big grin on his face.

"Week and a half" i tried to lower it.

"Nope, i'm not going to let you touch my beautiful hair for a week and a half. It's 2 weeks or not deal" he seemed pleased with himself. He probably thought, i would give up. But i could survive 2 weeks watching scary movies, right?

"Alright, you win. It's a deal" i put out my hand for him to shake it. He was clearly not expecting me to agree, but he eventually reached out and shaked it. I showed him a huge smile in return.

"Oh boy, what have i put myself into?" he dramatically proclaimed.

"You are gonna love it, i promise " i said still smiling. He wasn't as excited as i was, but he would come around once he'd seen .

"I'm going to get my bag , i have the brush and everything in there, wait here, don't go anywhere" he looked amused by my rambling. Meanwhile, i quickly ran to get the bag and back.

"Got it" i said out of breath, "Okay, you sit on the floor, so I can do my magic" he did as i said, but he still looked like he was about to run away.

I brushed his hair and he was okay with that. But then i started braiding it and man, he really loved to complain.

"Uhh, that hurt, is pulling my hair out, your definition of braiding hair?"so freaking dramatic.

" Stop being such a drama queen. It will hurt, because i'm doing it properly, so it looks nice. Haven't you heard the definition beauty is pain?"it was fun to tease him like that.

"Well it better look fantastic or you are sleeping on the couch tonight" i knew he wasn't serious.

"Hahah very funny Steve, you would be too scared to sleep without me next to you" It was very much the other way around, but that wasn't important.

"Yeah, i wouldn't be able to sleep, that's so true" he was being sarcastic.

"Yeah, you are so right. Now, stop moving around so much, you are making it so hard to do" i swear, it was like i was braiding the hair of a hyperactive 2 year old.

"If it gets sooner done, then yeah, i could stay still for a little while. "

After what felt like an eternity for Steve (always so dramatic, it was only like 20 minutes), i was done.

I have to say, i was pleased with my work. He looked adorable and he was quite rocking the two braids that i did .

"All done, go check" i was so thrilled for him to see it.

While he was checking himself out in the mirror, i got a little nervous. I was hoping, he would like it.

He made a face, that I couldn't really decipher. Couldn't he just say, what he thought about it? It was stressing me out.

"Soo, what do you think?" i anxiously asked. He turned around to look at me and likely saw my nervous expression.

"Babe, I look like a 10 year old girl" he jokingly said.

"You do not, you look very handsome if i may say" i protested.

"Not true, you only say that, because you made it" he said.

"I know you love it. You just don't want to admit it" he smiled there for a second, but it was gone just as quickly.

"I will admit no such thing" he was definitely saying that, just to annoy me.

"Okay fine, lie all you want, i know you like it" i think it looked great, it suited him.

"Can i take them off now?"

"Already? You have to keep them atleast until tomorrow, i'm the one, that's going to be watching scary movies for 2 weeks. So you will survive a few hours just fine" he sat through me pulling his hair and he wanted to get it off three seconds after it was finished, unbelievable .

"Okay" he got closer to me, took my hand and started to pull me after him.

"What are doing?" i was confused.

"We are going to sleep"

"I thought you wanted to see the end of the movie"

"Yeah well, the sooner i go to sleep the sooner i can wake up and take it off" i didn't understand, why was he so eager to take them off.

"But babe you look so darn cute with them" i pinched his cheeks, he just groaned in responce.

By the time i did my skincare routine, Steve was already asleep or i thought he was.

"Come here" he mumbled, so I would move closer to him.

"Much better" he said after i was finally in his arms.

"Goodnight handsome " i said.

"Goodnight love" he replied.

When i woke up in morning, Steve was already out of bed.

I heard some noises coming from downstairs, so I decided to go down there. They were coming from the kitchen and it was Steve clearly struggling, while making toast. But the thing that caught my attention, was his hair. I was expecting him have them unbraided already.

"Morning " i said sleepily. I guess, he didn't notice me before, so I may have scared him a little bit.

" God, you scared the living hell out of me" Okay, maybe a little bit more.

"Well good morning to you, too" i laughed and wrapped my arms around him.

"Morning, did you sleep well?"

"Yup, but more important question is, why do you still have your hair this way, i thought you were going to take them off first thing in the morning" i questioned him.

" Uhh you know, i had no time, i wanted to make you some toasts" what a liar.

"Suure" i said clearly not convinced at all, "just admit it you love them."

" No way"

"Oh come on, you do"

"I do not"

"You are obviously lying"

"I'm obviously not"

"Yes you are "

"Alright fine, maybe, but just maybe, i like them tiny bit" ha, i knew it.

I started grinning like an idiot.

"What's up with the smile" he asked.

"Nothing, i just knew, that you adored this hairstyle" i poked him in the chest.

"Oh shut up and rather help me do the toasts. These are like charcoals"

"How did you even managed to do that? Even a dumbass can make a toast " i laughed and went to the toaster.

"Well i guess i'm just an idiot"

"Yes, you are" he looked slightly offended, "but you are my idiot"i said and then i gave him a kiss.

" I love you, you know that? "he asked with a smile.

" Yes i know. Love you too "

" So are you going to keep the hair for the whole day? " i teased him one last time.

Hi guys, this was my first time writing something for Steve, hopefully it wasn't too bad to read. I appreciate all the feedback. Have a great day :) Peace out ☀️

#Steve harrington #Steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things imagine

[bwobgames]

Previous First

The man makes a phone call

"Vivi! Turn on your location. I am coming over!"

"Wh- dont say it like that! No, we didn't do anything, just chatted"

"I wouldn't say disappointed. I mean, it's too early"

"That is an old nickname, and it does not reflect the man I am today"

"Lovingly: shut up, I am going there with him, so be nice"

"Yes, yes, bye!"

"... nickname?"

"Due to my poor decisions in previous years of my life that I do not plan on repeating, I was known as 'Goatman' for being 'Hornier than someone with horns'

I am now regretting giving her this information"

Oliver tries very hard not to laugh

"Ok, I know where she is. Let's go"

They get to a corridor

"Well well well, if it isn't Ángel and a little buddy, what bussiness could you two have with a lady like me?"

"So his name is Ángel"

"Job bussiness sadly"

"Man, and here I thought we would have a new person for our dnd campaign"

"That could be arranged"

"Before we start being boring, have any of you seen a photobook anywhere?"

"I wanted to take pictures of the storm, but without a photobook, they will get all crumpled in my pockets! I have been obligated to use my phone's camera like a measly instagram influencer, Do you see what that does to a vibrant soul like me? The pain? The shame??"

"I'm sorry, I'm sure we'll find it eventually"

"A lost photobook, that's another mystery.

Logically, I know it's probably just a misplaced item, but

Something feels bad about it

Dangerous

What if it was stolen?

By someone with bad intentions?

What if something bad happened?

What if something bad will happen?

What if it's happening right now?

Is there someone behind me?"

"No. Of course there isn't. I must be on edge from what Ángel told me. Ugh, this is not the time for new phobias to be created"

"Time to get into business"

"Excuse me, We were actually here to ask you about Eugene Coli's speedrunning incident. Do you happen to know about it? Why would he do that?"

"Yeaaahhhh no, I only know what happened afterward, I mean, I wanted to know! But the guy didn't want to give any interviews!

And then the guy went to jail for like, a week, only to disappear from public eye until this party, so he's probably here somewhere. If i find out, I'll tell you!"

"But you are then one who found out first, can you tell us about that?"

"It was an anonymous link sent to the place i work at. It led to a speedrunning website with the mans run in a video"

"Did you watch the video?"

"Yeah! It was taken off the site days later, but i managed to download it! It was like a tour to the man's factory. You could see him talking to whoever was recording. Although the sound was replaced with some techno music for some reason.

The video even had accidents! Like, blood and burns! I have no clue how the moderators accepted it, I'm blaming money"

"It was listed as a satisfactory gameplay ironically enough."

"Did you know that the guy used to be a speedrunner? He used the same account to upload this one"

"I don't have any knowledge on psychology, but maybe this guy is just obsessed with speedrunning"

"Well, this does tell us some things. Thank you for your help"

"Also, we must warn you, we think this event might be some kind of disguise for crimes that could hurt us"

"That blows"

"You don't seem very worried"

"I've reported dangerous situations live. This isn't my first rodeo, mister"

"Yeah, but this is more serious. You might be killed here"

"Well, if it's my time, then it's my time"

"Don't say that. You're sending yourself to an early grave if you're this careless all the time"

"Me? Aren't you the guy who can't be two days without injecting cancer gas directly into their lungs?"

"That's not the same"

"How is it not the same? Is that and your crazy stunts of dubious legality not also sending you to an early grave?"

"I quit that! And I can quit smoking anytime! I just don't have the need to"

"Right, right, of course, I'm just being careless unlike you, mature and responsible man"

"Is, is this a fight? A friendly fight? Should I intervene, or is it more like a sibling fight where this is a normal thing that happens. Can we leave?"

"Listen, I get it, I was stupid and unsafe, and I probably should've died thrice by now, but I don't want that life anymore!"

"I want to be safe now. I dont want any of us to be in danger"

"I don't want us to die"

"... It's going to happen eventually, you know this"

"I don't want it"

"Yeah, alright, I'm getting involved"

"...It is normal to fear death. It's unknown and out of our control, but only with death, we have life, yeah?

So let's not waste it by bickering, and let's keep going"

"I've never been good at pep talks, but if we really are in danger, then there's no time for existentialism"

"... Right, keep your location on Vivi"

"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't"

"... I'm sorry for calling you careless"

"...Ugh, Fine, I'll keep it on, stop looking at me with that mopey wet cat face and leave already"

"Well, we didn't find motive, but we have some information.

Do you know anyone else who might have something on the speedrunning stunt?"

"... Someone comes to mind"

"Alright, we'll go now, bye Vivi!"

"Yeah, yeah, run along, bunny boy"

"Did she just ...assign me a fursona???"

"She does that"

#wrong answer. you get friends fight to pay for your sins #beebo really said I feel like something bad is going to happen to me. I feel like something bad has happened. #It hasnt reached me yet but its on its way #<- from lake mungo #detective beebo

[venturismcdonald]

"I miss you, I'm sorry" by Gracie Abrams is so Dasey, a complete analysis (inspired by @filmmakerdreamst having it on their playlist for Dasey.) It's canon compliant angsty goodness. And fuck it, I'm making it Derek's point of view for shits and giggles.

I had so much fun doing this, please request other songs for me to do because these are a blast.

Do you remember happy together? I do, don't you? Casey gets engaged a few months after he leaves and Derek is fucking destroyed. They were happy. He knows he ruined it but still, fuck, he didn't think she'd fall in love so quickly. Were they just fake? He must've just been a rebellion, just like he worried. The perfect keener princess's one spot of rebellion, it didn't mean anything to her.

Then all of a sudden, you're sick to your stomach. Is that still true? She might've not been the one to run away, but to say Casey was completely innocent in their dissolution would be a lie. It wasn't because she was anxious, it's because she met Simon and threw up because they'd gotten the call he was being born while making out. Is she still pretending nothing happened?

You said "forever," in the end I fought it. Derek ran. He fought it just as hard as she did, if not harder, for years, but the concept of a long term relationship with a girl who wouldn't even hold his fucking hand when they were home... Yeah, he fought that. It broke his heart in ways that probably can't be healed (which is so stupid. Because Casey obviously doesn't give a fuck. He was just her rebellion and freshman mistake) because they were on the precipice of labeling what they were when he ran away.

Please be honest, are we better for it? Despite popular opinion, Derek isn't a complete idiot. He knows he was worse for running away at first, knew it the moment he boarded the plane. But he might be better too. Without running away, they never would've had the kids. Still, his stupid heart worries he's wrong. That it was the biggest mistake of his life.

Thought you'd hate me, but instead you called. The expected outcome was for Casey to fucking hate him and never speak to Derek again. Instead of that, she was the first to initiate contact after he left with just a note to her.

And said, "I miss you." I caught it. She missed him. What a fucking thought, that the girl who Derek loved so much it was a physical pain in his chest. And now here she is, confessing (in a whisper so quiet Derek would've missed it was he not a pathetic shell of a pining man) that she misses him.

Good to each other, give it the summer. They agreed: wait the summer out to see each other in person. It would allow any remaining feelings to go away.

I knew, you too. Better than anyone else on the planet, Derek knows Casey. And she knows him in the same way.

But I only saw you once in December. Christmas became the only time they saw each other. And even then, with the kids and careers and Derek touring, Christmas wasn't always when they'd see each other. They just didn't. It sucked but they didn't see each other.

I'm still confused. It's been over a decade since their moment. But Jesus, Derek still can't still screw his head on around her. He still has so many questions about their Kingston days and his own feelings, but especially Casey's.

You said "forever" and I almost bought it. If Casey wouldn't panic every time Simon was brought up, every time someone even mentioned their siblings, he would've bought that she believed in a future for them. One with labels and a defined relationship. But he was smart and knew she was an inch from running away if he didn't.

I miss fighting in your old apartment. Fighting about absolutely anything was a rush. Casey... Fighting her is wired to turn him on, alright? So yeah, of course he misses fighting her. Anywhere. But in college, in her shitty dorm, fights could end in such fun ways.

Breaking dishes when you're disappointed. Did she ever actually break a dish? No, Casey thought that was a waste of money. They came pretty damn close doing the dishes at George and Nora's a few times when he'd do something particularly annoying and instead of doing the flush bright pink all the way down to her toes thing, she'd just get quiet.

I still love you, I promise. With every single woman in London, so many random one night stands to try and get over her, none worked. Derek Venturi has been in love with Casey McDonald for what's probably a pathetic amount of time.

Nothing happened in the way I wanted. Sometimes, when Sky's with her mom for the weekend and he's out with the boys, Derek will think back to his stupid teenage fantasies. A life, kids with Casey, getting her to split his name once a day and always, always making her smile. That's what he wanted. Not this weird friendship where there are so many things they don't talk about (Kingston and Peter, mainly) and there's an ocean between them.

Every corner of this house is haunted. Part of why Derek visits home so rarely is that every inch of George and Nora's has a memory with Casey, she's fucking everywhere. Like a... Evil ghost or something. Whatever it is, she is responsible and evil. And now she took over their new house! And he's living in her goddamn guest house and really, Derek should stop calling places home if he doesn't want them to be haunted by Casey.

And I know you said that we're not talking. Not in so many words, but there were a couple of years there where they just didn't talk. He got it; Casey has responsibilities and was in law school while raising a toddler and dealing with a neglectful husband but still. It hurt.

But I miss you, I'm sorry. Even when she's just a few dozen yards away, Derek misses Casey like a hole in the head. And heart.

I don't wanna go, think I'll make it worse. Once they're reunited at George and Nora's, Derek knows leaving means going to a life knowing Casey's drowning and that's the last thing he wants. Staying is for her benefit as much as it is his own.

Everything I know brings me back to us. Music equals Casey, hockey equals Casey in his jersey (a dangerous thought), for fuck's sake, having a kid equals Casey. Everything is Casey, somehow. It's disgusting. He kinda loves it.

I don't wanna go, we've been here before. Because really, they've been together. He doesn't want to leave because he's had this gut feeling him and Casey are on the edge of something before. This is his chance to not fuck it up.

Everywhere I go leads me back to you. For god's sake, he went to Paris to get away from her and it didn't work. Casey is what the Derek Venturi compass always points to and he is simply a man. Who is he to deny destiny or whatever the fuck it is that has his heart practically labeled with her name?

#dasey #ry rambles #derek venturi #life with derek #casey mcdonald #life with luca

[hel-phoenyx]

Senri is the Almighty gf's character, Nicomaque @soupedepates's and Inquisitor @noa-de-cajou's

I don't know how I ended up here. One moment I was happy, calm, planning my next days as much as I could, wanting to ask Thibault out even if I knew I wouldn't be taken seriously again why would he there's no way he wants something with me no way he can still like me after letting my letters unanswered and stopping to write to me altogether and

And the other moment I am sat on a wall far, far away in Tokyo with the man I loathe the most of all that school next to me, smoking the thirtiest cig of the hour.

And here I promised no one would see me in that state since Senri. Pathetic idiot I am.

Nicomaque holds the pack in front of me.

"Want one ?"

I'm on seven months sober, but right now refusing would take me too much energy. I take one, and he lights it with his own. I won't admit that turns me on yet. I'm too dazed to be horny anyway.

I inhale the smoke in silence, and the familiar taste brings some sort of clarity to my blood-soaked brain.

Nicomaque gives me one of his smug smiles. I want to rip it off.

"Still not gonna talk, huh."

"Shut up."

"Ah, thought as much. And now that you can talk, what do we say to the man that distracted Inquisitor away so we could sneak out ?"

"Fuck you."

"Still the vocabulary of a five year-old, I see your brain hasn't quite come into place. You're welcome, van Heel."

Stop smiling. It infuriates me. But at the same time, I didn't think I could feel something.

I hate this brand of cigs. Of course, he picks it because he knows the smell on him is even more damning this way. At least, this time, that stops me from finishing the smoke, and asking for another. I just crush it on the wall next to me, dangerously close of his hand, without looking his way.

I hate feeling vulnerable. I hate showing a hint of weakness. I hate that it's him who saw that.

I don't even remember what triggered the meltdown. I'm not supposed to have meltdowns that violent. Last time was when I saw Senri's scars, so different and similar to mine at the same time, but no one showed me pain or sadness this time, so why did I end up too weak to even tell Nicomaque to go fuck himself, and maybe let me watch because you can't change a man ?

I am so tired.

He puts off his own cig, before jumping off the wall.

"Well, if you're not gonna talk, that means I can bring you anywhere and exploit you without retaliation. You paying me something to drink ?"

"Dream of it, Papoulos."

"Mister millionnaire doesn't want to help the proletariat, shame. I guess I will have to steal your credit card to correct that mistake."

"Aren't you from a well-off family in Greece?"

How do I know that ? Because he brought me there once for a week in summer vacation. I met his family, or more accurately I met his grandmother. Immediatly weirded out, might I add. I'm not well-versed in family dynamic but I know how to recognize overbearing and although involuntary emotional manipulation.

The prime example of emotional incest standing right in front of me, with his shoes untied since this morning. I'm waiting for the moment he trips on them. I wonder who tied them, huh... Oh, I'm an idiot. Augusta. End of May 2019, they are in a relationship since maybe one or two weeks, and he still haven't driven her away. Almost a miracle.

My commentary is only making him laugh. Funny how that is amlost waking me up.

"Yeah, Greece. Economy crisis and all that. i'm sure your bank account has enough to cover the expenses of a poor college student, you posh bourgeois."

"Fine ! I heard you! Let's indulge in your alcohol addiction, asshole, but I'm not paying more than 5000 yen !"

"Good enough. Come here, walking wallet, let's get drunk before getting back to class."

Alright, once can't hurt, I guess. Louna is probably gonna kill me if she learns where I was, and Sharon must be worried sick not seeing me in the school grounds, but I'm too empty to care, and right now only thing worth a fill is the immoral Ethician's smug smile.

#hel is talking #la peste moderne #hel ocs #lpm #hel stories #hel writing #sometimes the soothing is not what's good for you #but at this point what is seeking healing and therapy when you can have a quick something to make you less self-destructive ? #oh wait isn't that just another facet of the self-destruction :D

[periwinckles]

The train back to twelve - chapter 7

Week 3 - Thom

Chapter Summary: Jack and Thom search Cyrus tent, for Haymitch's stuff. Someone might get punched.

When we reach camp most of the day's tasks have already been completed. Sae stirs a pot over the crackling flames of the fire. Two cleaners, likely on their way to the train station shower, hurry past us while a group of campers gather to retrieve their laundry from the clothesline. The bustling end of the day isn't the ideal setting for what we are about to do, but we need to make the most out of Cyrus’ absence from camp.

"I'll talk to Jack first, then we'll decide what to do. Do you mind putting my dry clothes back in my tent?"

Delly nods but looks unsure of herself. 

"Are you sure about that? I don't want to intrude on your privacy. I'm sorry I went there this morning without asking, I wasn't thinking." 

"Why wouldn't you go to my tent? Of course you can go." 

I spot Jack talking to Mr and Mrs Steiner next to the supplies shelter. I need to get him aside before Cyrus comes back from his shower. 

"If you're sure."

"Of course I'm sure, you can go to my tent anytime."

I signal Jack to let him know I need to talk to him and He promptly excuses himself from the Steiners and joins me as I lead him to the far side of the camp.

"Cyrus has booze."

He's quick to figure it out. There is no alcohol anywhere in the district, unless Haymitch Abernathy's house. 

"How do you know?"

"He spoke to Delly earlier and she smelled it in his breath."

And I am so done with him breathing down her neck all the time. It figures he would feel himself entitled to take whatever he wants, whether it's food, valuable items or a place in the council. 

We have two options. We can either wait for him and confront him about it or we can search his tent while he's gone and look for evidence. 

"I say we do a quiet search and then confront him if we find anything relevant." Jack suggests, while taking a quick survey of the camp. Everyone's busy getting ready for dinner. From here I can spot Delly and she's taking her time to shake off her sleeping bag, while partially blocking the view to Cyrus's tent. That a girl!

"It's now or never." I tell Norbert and with a few quick strides I'm inside Cyrus tent, while Jack stays outside and chats with Delly. 

I don't have to look hard, it's in full display next to his sleeping bag. 

"THAT SON OF A…"

"Did you find anything?" Jack asks while getting inside the tent as well, and I hold up my hands to reveal the half-empty bottle of liquor and a strip of three condoms.  I guess old habits die hard for peacekeepers. We all knew their weakness was booze and women and just the thought of him even speaking to Delly…

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" 

We hastily get out only to find Cyrus waiting outside, fuming and demanding answers, Delly looking apologetic. I'm still holding the bottle in my hand. 

"That's what we would like to know." I tell him taking two steps to stand in front of him. "Do you care to tell us where you got this?" I do my best to keep myself calm but I've been wanting to punch this guy for weeks now. I'm not sure I'll hold it for the entirety of this conversation.

"We're not doing this here." Jack says with a low voice, holding my forearm and pushing me back. "We're going to the slag heap, all three of us."

"I'm not going anywhere with the both of you." Cyrus snaps back and he's loud enough that everyone's paying attention now. "You two want a word with me? I'm taking Ray as well." 

Ray Thomson takes a step forward but Jack immediately pushes him aside with a warning. "Stay out of this, Ray!"

I get why Cyrus would feel intimidated. He is a former peacekeeper and he's physically fit, but he's no miner and I have several inches on him. And Jack is a beast of a man even in his late thirties, but he’s staying surprisingly calm. I’m glad for it as I’m usually the one with the cool head.

"We just want to talk." 

No one dares to come close but all eyes are on us. He has no other choice but to agree.

"Fine." 

We make our way to the slag heap, away from prying eyes and ears. Cyrus stands with his hands on his hips, donning clean clothes but sporting a fatigued expression. He waits for us to speak first, and Jack takes the lead.

"Someone 's been stealing from Haymitch Abernathy. A watch. Food. Condoms. And that's just what we know for sure." 

The laugh that comes out of his mouth is loud but brief, almost as if he had his energy drained out of him. "And you think I did it?" He retorts incredulously.

"Where did you get the liquor? And the condoms? Were you planning on using them with anyone? OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO USE THEM LIKE CRAY USED TO?" I shove him and Jack holds me back by my arms, but Cyrus keeps his chin held up high daring me to take a swing at him. 

"OH AIN'T THAT CONVENIENT,” Cyrus retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm.” LET'S HOLD THE PEACEKEEPERS ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT THAT PIECE OF SHIT OF CRAY USED TO DO."

"Calm down, the two of you, just calm down!"

I run my hands through my hair taking a few breaths to steady myself. If there is one thing I always prided myself on is being in control of my temper. I was never one to get into fights or arguments, not even when I lived in the community home. However, Cyrus Johnson might be the one to put my self-restraint to the test.

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#the hunger games #the hunger games fan fiction #Thom x Delly #delly cartwright #haymitch abernathy #the rebuilding of district 12

[kaesaaurelia]

hot single demons in your area

For @whumptober day 6: Proof of Life, using the prompt "ransom video."

Aziraphale is bidding on a misprint Bible when an advertisement catches his eye.

Aziraphale had been refreshing eBay breathlessly for several hours now, because somebody was auctioning off what looked to be a very fine example of a Vinegar Bible without knowing its true worth. The listing simply said it was "antique" and "well-preserved," but he'd recognized the beautiful engravings on the title page. It might be a hoax, but the idea of accidentally letting a genuine Vinegar Bible slip through his fingers appalled him, so instead he had opted to miraculously undo any bidders who brought the price any higher than one hundred pounds. After all, he wouldn't want a forger to prosper, and if it was real, he could probably make it up to the owners in some other way. And since he didn't have a mobile, simply reloading the website over and over was the best he could do. (He wasn't clicking a mouse to do it -- his computer was much too old to have anywhere for a mouse, or even an internet connection. He just thought, Well, what the computer ought to do is… and the computer did it for him. He looked up every so often from his book to occasionally increase his bid slightly, or remove any offending bids that were closer to the value of an authentic Vinegar Bible.)

He turned the page of his book -- not a Vinegar Bible, but a romance novel, a bit trashy, about a young man who found himself being seduced by a wicked vampire -- and frowned at the computer screen before him. He had set up Ad Block (well, sort of; he had decided he did not want to see most advertisements, and for the most part, they had politely obliged) but now in the corner of his screen there were words flashing in a little rectangle of irritating color. Hot Single Demons In Your Area Are DESPERATE!!! screamed the text, which was orange and on clumsily-animated fire.

Aziraphale frowned at the text. He couldn't tell immediately if something was wrong with his computer, or if perhaps this was one of those few advertisements he did want to see. Either way, the specific demographic targeting of Internet advertisements was clearly getting more out of hand than he'd realized.

He tapped the down key a few times to bring the whole thing onto the page, so that he could get a better look at it and decide whether to get rid of it or not, or at least to see if it had a picture. Startlingly, the thing opened itself up to cover the whole screen, and as Aziraphale recoiled in his chair, the garish letters faded to black, and a closeup shot of Crowley's face faded into focus.

He was in a dark room, and he looked dreadful. Well, of course, he was still very handsome, but he was grimy, missing his sunglasses, and he had the start of what would be a very bad black eye. "No," he said, his gaze slightly up and to the right.

"Tell him," said a voice off-camera.

"He hasn't even got a television, he's not going to see it. You're wasting your time," said Crowley. He was hissing a little more than usual, and Aziraphale swallowed.

"He's watching you right now!" said the voice.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, sure he is." A fist flew into his jaw, and when it pulled away, Aziraphale could see his lip was bleeding. He clutched the arms of his chair and tried to stay calm.

"Tell him!"

"Come on, guys, the script you gave me is dire," said Crowley, looking irritated. He was a bit hissier than usual, but aside from that little tell he was doing a good job at pretending to be calm. "Even if he is watching, which I doubt, I can't just say, 'Oh, angel, here's what you have to do, you have to come to Hell and give yourself up and they'll definitely let me go and they definitely aren't going to try and set you on fire again.' And even if I told him that, we all know that hellfire didn't work the first time and it's not going to work now. Your plan could really use another few rounds of workshopping. How about you let me go and we do this when you're not --"

Aziraphale watched as whoever it was punched Crowley again, and gritted his teeth. "Tell him," snarled the off-screen voice. "Tell him to come get you."

Crowley, apparently unfazed, shook his head a bit as if he knew better than the other demon. Which he definitely did. "Fine, fine." He looked dispiritedly at the screen. "Angel, if you're actually watching, which I know you're not… Hell has me, obviously." He shrugged. "So I guess, come and get me, don't bring your sword or cut anybody into pieces on the way in, and supposedly they'll let me go if you turn yourself in."

"What do you mean, what sword?" the demon offscreen asked.

"Oh, yeah, he's got a flaming sword," said Crowley, cheerfully. "You didn't know? It's very sharp. I'm sure he won't bring it in with him, don't worry. He's not very good at lying. Well, unless you count that whole betraying God and Heaven to avert the apocalypse thing, but personally, I wouldn't. I mean, if he did bring it… I don't know, I'd be worried if I was you. But he wouldn't sneak that in. And, like I said, he's not watching this."

"He is!" insisted the other demon.

"You're not a very good liar either," Crowley said, and the camera was knocked aside as whoever had him lost their temper.

The picture faded. Aziraphale stood, the Vinegar Bible auction forgotten. He had to find a convincing-looking sword, descend into Hell, avoid their attempts to destroy him with hellfire, retrieve Crowley, and fight his way out. And also, hopefully convince Hell to leave them both alone once and for all.

[to be continued on day 10]

#whumptober2022 #no.6 #proof of life #ransom video #good omens #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #fiction #text

[meggie-stardust]

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#5

@steterweek Day 6: Epistolary elements. It took me like 5 mins to craft the "story" and then like an hour to make these dumb images, and I still got the date/time stamps messed up. OH WELL. Also, I of course, had to use these images that dropped this week. OBVIOUSLY.

Stiles goes on vacation without Peter

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45 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

#4

Friends, I'd like to present my @steter-bang 2022 fic and the stunning art by my partner @bettertasting. This is her first contribution to the TW/Steter fandom, and I am so damn lucky that she was my partner for this. Y'all have to tell her how amazing the art is so she keeps giving us Steter content. 💜

This fic wouldn't have gotten anywhere without the cheerleading from my co-mods @teenwerewoofs and @midmorning-bomb, and the words of wisdom and encouragement from @punchedbymarkesmith.

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At This Truth We Have Arrived

After years of exacting revenge on the Argents for the murder of Laura, Peter returns to Beacon Hills only to be confronted by the truth that the pack has moved on without him. But the fact that everything he once knew has changed isn't necessarily a bad thing; not when there is someone like Stiles who is so full of possibilities.

OR as my WIP notes for this fic say: "Peter is curious. They do something. Murder murder. Sex sex."

��Okay, so the thing is, and I’m not criticizing you here,” Stiles says as they turn off the main road and onto a ranger access road, “but the thing is that when you got rid of all the Argents, some folks may have taken that as an invitation to, you know, take their place.” Peter slams on the breaks and turns to Stiles as the car skids to a halt on the dirt road. “Have you been dealing with other hunting families?” “Ugh, no,” Stiles says, rubbing at the spot where the seat belt tightened over his chest. “Not families. More like the odd vigilante.” “That’s still not great, but––” “Until now,” Stiles interrupts. “This one, Monroe, I think she might be a bigger problem if we don’t…” “Take care of her?” “Take care of. Murder. Po-tay-to. Po-tah-to,” Stiles says easily. “The point is she’s recruiting.”

Read At This Truth We Have Arrived and see the amazing art on AO3.

52 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#3

"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me."

200 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#2

Lucy writing to Mina like

2,889 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I know a ton of people have said this before but for the love everything PLEASE stop treating AO3 like instagram. It is NOT cringe to comment on an old story. It’s an archive old stories are still meant to be found and read. Please think about interacting with the fic you read: at least kudos if you read it, a comment would be ideal. The authors will be over the moon. I guarantee you not a single author is going to ask why someone is commenting on an older fic.

23,026 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

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[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

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hi, um no idea if you can just ask about stories here, but I just had a flash of inspiration and had to think of you. I'm usually a quiet reader and never write comments but I just love all your stories. You really have such a good writing style it's amazing. So my idea of ​​a story was: Joel and female reader with age gap (bc daddy issues r kicking in when i think abt joel) and then just joel comforting the reader because she has her period and it hurts? So just fluff ig? Idk I just had to think of a story like that with Joel. As I already said, I think your stuff is so good, I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask <3

Couple things I’d like to say <3

1st - You can leave any comment, message or request or even an emoji with no context in my ask box/in my dms or any where that you feel comfortable with my darling, I don’t mind :))

2nd - Thank you so much for coming to me with this request. It means the world to me and I would be delighted to write this inspiration of yours out for you. I massively appreciate your kind words, they brought a huge smile to my face.

3rd - As for being a quiet reader and not leaving comments, do not worry about that at all my friend. I see many of my quiet readers all the time and they make me smile all the same. If I have brought happiness to you through my writing, then I am happy too <33

With prompts like these I always like to do a brief idea of said prompt through The Last of Us timelines & a fictional story too. Hopefully, if this is ok with you, I’d like to cover this concept in all aspects and do just that. Shall we call it, a two in one?? Lol. Hope you enjoy what I’ve wrote, my love :D

For this part, the age gap for reader obviously ages with time. The second part (in the fictional story) I will implement it better with it being a singular event opposed to living through 20 years of the monthlies.

Warnings up ahead: Lots of menstrual cycle talk :)

Pre-Outbreak -

You’ve gotten your period again? No problem! Joel Miller is on the case. Of course he would be. Anything for his lady.

Off to the car and straight to the nearby store, no matter what time of day, Joel will be out buying the essentials.

Essentials ranging from the sanitary products you need, any painkilling meds to help with your discomfort, to candied sweets, savory foods and beverages. Any type of food or drink that he has picked up on - during the time being with you - that he knows you like. Because let's face it, chocolates are considered essentials during the monthlies, Joel knows that by now.

As for pain, Joel will comfort you regardless if the meds are kicking in. He will comfort you during this regular process, just like last month and the month before that, and hopefully forever in time. You’re his lady for life and he will tell you this any chance he gets.

Comforting such as massaging, hot baths and hot water bottles. Long, tight and close contact cuddles with extra kisses, all while he whispers how much he loves you.

“There, darlin.” // “Just relax for me, I’ll take the pain away.” // “I love you, sweetheart.” // “I’ll rub your back. Anywhere you need massaging, name it, baby. I got you.”

During the Outbreak:

Nothing has changed. Joel Miller will always be there for you, front row and center at the ready.

But oof, this time period is certainly a little more difficult to tackle a monthly cycle. Without the factory production of sanitary products, pretty soon after the outbreak, those will run out and you will be reduced to old fashioned methods for protection.

Not a problem for Joel. He will still be helping in any and every way he can. Like scouting items to craft these makeshift, old fashioned, sanitary products. He’s your man, and Joel is a man that is devoted to his lady.

As well as that, painkillers are no more. For you, this is not ideal or pain-free during this time of the month, for Joel? He has the opportunity to massage, kiss, hug and comfort you even more than he already does. To give you all that extra attention that you need, that he loves to provide even without reason to.

His whispered loving remarks and caring reassurances aren’t far behind either…

“C’mere darlin’” // “let me look at yer” // “Tell me where it hurts, I’ll make it better.” // “I love you sweetheart, I know it’s painful” // “It’ll go away soon, baby. I promise.”

Post-Outbreak (Jackson Era)

20 years down the line and guess what? Joel Miller is still right there with you, easing you through this cycle. Some have been easy and light, others have been painful and heavy, but it makes absolutely no difference in how Joel has comforted you over the last two decades.

Within the walls of Jackson, the hot baths and hot water bottles are back. Even better, they have real food. Not like the junk from a QZ or living out of a tin of beans out in the open world. You’re at home now. In your own home with your man.

Joel will - if he can - join you in these baths or hot showers, holding you near and dear while peppering kisses all over your face. Rubbing soothing hands up and down your back, kneading the areas where you’re most in pain.

With the fresh produce that Jackson provides, he will be able to cook you actual flavorsome food. Breakfast in bed and extra naps, hell, Joel is joining you in those naps. Anything to be with you.

Did Joel mention this was for life? Because that’s what soulmates do. Sticking with each other like glue, you and Joel are mended together as one, and the natural - yet painfully annoying at times - monthly cycle won’t ever get in the way of him comforting and loving you.

His love and adoration never faltered, it grew more than he ever possibly could have imagined it to and living out the rest of his days in Jackson with you is exactly where he wants to be.

I enjoyed writing out this part, hope you did @chxpsi and anyone else who have read :))

Part 2 - Fictional Story.

Pairing: Joel Miller x You

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Awoken during the night with that all too familiar sensation, your period has arrived and not long after that, it comes with the deepest, possibly even the worst yet, pain in your lower abdomen and back. Can Joel even comfort you during this heavy and excruciating cycle?

Warnings: Lots of period talk. Mentions of blood. Near accidents, (Leaking). Embarrassed reader and reassuring, loving and fluffy Joel in response to that. Kissing. Age gap between characters.

AN: Oh I really enjoyed this fic - Left a big paragraph of AN notes at the end, much love folks, enjoy the read and thank you so much for this request @chxpsi <33

Devotion

Stirring with discomfort in your sleep, you awoke with the familiar sensation of leaking and the dread of it seeping through your underwear.

Shit, I’m early!

Pulling back the covers hastily and heading into the bathroom in a panic, this action had awoken Joel too and he immediately sat up to ask, “baby, what’s wrong?”

“What do you think?” you snapped unintentionally.

Pulling down your pyjama shorts and underwear, thankfully you haven't leaked too bad but your underwear would need a few rounds with the washing machine that's for sure. The door creaked with Joel gently pushing it open and you balled up your dirtied clothing to hide your accident.

Normal yes, these things happen at times but it still feels embarrassing nonetheless.

“Baby,” he soothed, stepping further into the bathroom and kneeling down to the floor in front of you, Joel held his hands to your thighs and lifted your chin with his thumb, “C’mon doll, don’t get shy on me now. You know this is ok and that it’s natural. I’m willing to bet it’s happened to everyone that goes through this at least once in their life.”

“I know,” you shrugged sadly, and Joel reassured, telling you exactly what you needed to hear, “but it still feels embarrassing for you, I know that too darlin. I will tell you every damn time if I have to, it’s ok and you have nothing to feel embarrassed about.”

That brought a smile to your face. Joel doesn’t know exactly how you feel but over the course of the last four years being his girlfriend inside the walls of Jackson, he has come to empathize with your explanations and understand every aspect of how to ease you through it.

Even at the beginning of your relationship, he understood the problems that people have to go through with this regularity each month. The very least he can do is be there for you. Leaning in towards you, he closes the gap and kisses you, mumbling into your lips, “how bout a hot bath?”

“Joel,” you pulled back and worried, “It’s three in the morning,” to which he ran his calloused hands along your thighs softly with a smile, “So?”

Leaning over the tub, he placed the plug in the hole and ran the hot water before turning back to face you, “time of day doesn't matter when it comes to running a bath when you need it, darlin.”

You smirked, “Trying to say I'm stinky, Miller?” Teasing him playfully to lighten the mood, for yourself and for him, it worked because you both began laughing. Joel leaned in again, “nope” and nuzzled his nose against yours, “you smell wonderful, girl. Always.”

Brushing his bearded lips lightly across yours and tickling you just how you like it before kissing you once more. Running heavy, reassuring hands up and down your thighs, you break off to gasp, furrowing your brows and squeezing your legs together.

“Is it the cramps or the stabs?” he asked, trying to understand which type of pain that you are feeling right now. “Both,” sucking in a sharp breath of air, you cringed to Joel and asked him to run the hot and cold water a little faster in hopes to rid the pain quickly in the tub.

Doing as you requested, he leaned back over the tub and turned the nozzles up. After a few moments, he turned the cold back off and helped you climb inside, leaving the rest to fill up with hot water.

Bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your head against them, you leaned forward while Joel dunked an arm inside, rubbing the heel of his hands into your back, “Tell me when to stop, ok baby?”

“Hm,” laughing lightly and smiling, you closed your eyes and hummed contently with his touch, “Hm, never stop, Joel.”

His reply was simple, yet heavy with love, “as you wish, sweetheart.”

Joel isn’t just your partner. He is the other half of your life, what makes you complete as one. The man is devoted to you, and you are with him. Always by your side since the moment he laid his eyes on you on your first patrol together, it took a while for either of you to admit your feelings but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Being just over twenty years younger than Joel, the social stigma of an age gap relationship is the only reason he didn’t say something right away. While he can be closed off, quiet and broody, Joel is straight up with what he wants. There’s no sugar coating it, he will say exactly how it is and the day he met you, he knew you were for him.

After months of dancing around each other, flirting and teasing like any other couple would, it was the kind remarks that multiple townsfolk spoke that made Joel realize people weren’t fazed by your close friendship. In fact, they thought that you were in a relationship already.

After many encounters with people all around town asking him questions about you such as ‘where is your girlfriend?’ or ‘when is she moving in’, Joel realized that he has wasted too much fucking time worrying about what others think and headed straight to you, to tell you exactly how he feels.

The reason why you wouldn't change it for the world is because of how it happened. Maybe if it happened differently, you’d still hold it as a special moment but it’s hard to think of it any other way.

There was a summer dance in the town's bar and Joel strode in, taking everyone by surprise, even yourself, by pulling you with him towards the crowds of couples on the floor and slowly danced with you. It was bold, even for him but deeply memorable for you.

Ever since that night, since seeing your emotional reaction to him slow dancing with you and admitting his feelings that he had held back for so long, it became yours and Joel's thing to dance in the living room after dinner, just before bed while whispering how much he loves you.

Every night, you and Joel would relive that memory. Chuckling and giggling to one another with his improving moves, yours too. It's a simple gesture, maybe even a regular thing for other couples too, but for you it meant the world and more. To spend each night twirling by his hands or swaying on the spot with him.

Joel saw your reaction that day and was devoted to reminding you every chance he got at how much he loved you. To remind you every night of that feeling you got in that exact moment in that bar so long ago and hopefully for the rest of your lives together.

Unfortunately right now, he is being reminded how painful your period can be considering the hot bath isn’t easing your pain as effectively as he hoped it would. He left you momentarily to get your fresh clothes, some makeshift sanitary products and a glass of water with some painkillers.

Helping you out of the bath, you could barely stand up straight with the crippling cramps and although you didn’t need him to, he helped you get dried and dressed too before carrying you. Legs and arms wrapped around him, you buried your head into his neck while he walked to bed.

There’s something about him that makes you feel better. His proximity maybe. His body heat or just his love, but when he lay down on his back and kept laying across his chest, sleep was racing towards you quickly. It was tugging at your eyelids, stinging for you to close them and rest.

Joel knows you like the back of his hand. Pulling the thick duvet covers up over your bodies, he rubbed deep and slow circles into your lower back while kissing your cheek, “rest up darlin, I ain’t going anywhere, and you let me know if it gets worse, ok?”

Nodding to him, you closed your eyes and let sleep take over. He hated seeing you this way. Watching your face wince here and there with a stab of pain, your body shifting to find ease. After a while, he could see and feel how hot you were getting, so he carefully rolled over to switch up his laying positions.

Spooning you from behind instead, you hummed sleepily with relief when he slipped his warm hand around your front and across your lower stomach. Nestling his chin into the crook of your neck and feeling your hand find his, interlocking your fingers between his own, Joel kissed your cheek again and fell asleep with you.

-

Never say never when it comes to your period.

The pain had eased off a little and gave you a break the next day, however the flow was heavy. A part of you feels terrible for taking up so much of Joel's time while he stayed with you, but another part of you was forever grateful that he wasn’t scared off by the sight of blood.

Bleeding through your sanitary products and nearly onto the bed once again, he had to remind you for the second time that it was ok. You know it is, but you're now doubling up the protection in fear of leaking onto the bed later tonight.

Stepping out of the bathroom after a quick shower, you headed downstairs and into the kitchen. “Hey baby,” greeting him by the kitchen counter, you turned on the spot and asked, “Could you check me?”

He slapped your ass, “All good darlin, I promise,” eliciting a teasing shake of your head with narrowed eyes to which he threw his hands up in the air, “Hey, I had to make sure.”

Humor was another tactic Joel liked to use to help you. He’s quite funny on a mellow level anyways, but you’ve noticed that he amps it up a little during your period. Laughter is always good in raising one's spirit, right?

Pulling you in for another morning kiss to the cheek when you walked over to the sink, Joel wrapped his arms around your front and rubbed your stomach, “How are you feeling?”

“Much better than earlier, thanks to you,” lolling your head back to his shoulder with a smile, he swayed on the spot with you and replied, “my pleasure, baby. Can’t allow you to be hurting like this.”

Humming together, you brought your hands down on top of his, closing your eyes while he peppered light kisses to your neck. Periods can come short and quick, painless and make life easy but other times, they can be very heavy, extremely painful to not only your body, but painfully annoying in mind too with the drastic spikes in hormones.

You suck it up and plod on through them but Joel Miller makes even the hard ones much easier to go through, and swaying right here on the spot with him in the kitchen on your home together, you're thankful that your period sparks such intimate and loving moments with him.

His devotion to you matches no other.

AN: Growing up with lots of sisters, it was quite an open and honest atmosphere in my household, so going through the monthlies for myself personally, I was never alone. I only hope that this fic can provide something like that for anyone who reads and finds themselves alone during this time.

I know people may say ‘it’s just a period’ but for some (like myself) it can be a harrowing experience in many ways to go through each month. They're natural, normal, fucking awful at times too, and I hope this fic of Joel comforting reader through this provides everything that you needed to hear. Even if you don't suffer with terrible monthly cycles, I still hope you find some comfort when reading this. Much love my friends, have a wonderful day <33

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

At exactly 7.45, the boys gathered together in the living area. You came out of your room in your own rainbow-haired white unicorn onesie to a screeching Wooyoung, "twinsies!!" he yelled out before wrapping you in the biggest, tightest hug he could muster.

You giggled and hugged him back, not as tight but still enough. When you both took a step back, you look at Wooyoung up and down with a large grin on your face, "you look very adorable in that, Woo," you said as you tugged his tail.

Wooyoung turned his back and shook his butt at you, "I know, you think you wanna ride this horsey?" he asked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively at you. But instead of jumping on his bones, you opted to jump on his back and make him carry you to the couch.

He dropped you directly on top of San which made him groan but after recovering, he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzle his face on the back of your neck.

"Out of all the seats in this room, you chose my lap. I'm honoured," he joked.

Soon, everyone got into their seats and you and San had somehow slid down onto the floor. You were seated on San's lap but your back was resting on Yunho's chest, Wooyoung had your legs in his lap whereas Jongho had his head on yours. Mingi, who laid on the floor in front of you, had his pinky finger wrapped around yours, Yeosand laid between Mingi and Jongho with his head near your tummy on Yunho's leg, and behind you, on the couch, Hongjoong and Seonghwa watched the movie as they played with your hair absentmindedly.

The impromptu cuddle pile made you feel warm and tingly, it felt like you belong there with them. You weren't even focusing on the movie at that point, you were so engrossed with the boys and their reactions.

How San and Wooyoung would cringe and complain, how Yunho's chest shook every time he laughed, how Jongho would nuzzle into your lap each time he let out a soft chuckle, how Mingi would tighten his pinky's grip on yours when something gory happened on screen, how Yeosang would look up to smile at you from time to time, and how comforting Seonghwa and Hongjoong's touches were and how you could easily differentiate their touches.

Your heart swelled with love for them because you genuinely do love them. They and their unconditional love for you had kept you going so far and you couldn't think of being without them.

But the thought of Sunhee's threats surfaced in your mind. You suddenly felt dizzy, you could feel your heartbeat quickened and you were squirming in your seat.

Realizing this, Yunho leaned down to whisper in your ears, "you okay there, pumpkin?" he asked lowly to make sure he didn't disturb the others. You smiled up at him and drop a peck to his cheek, "I'm okay, Yuyu, just need to grab a coke from the fridge," you pat his thighs before wiggling yourself off of the bodies that had somehow piled themselves on you and off to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you stood over the fridge.

That's it.

You stood over the open fridge, staring at the contents inside, the coke you were going to get just stared at you from inside the fridge.

"You okay, baby?" a voice called out.

Your head snapped towards the source of the voice to see Hongjoong smiling and walking over to you. You immediately took the coke can and close the fridge, "yeah, I'm totally okay, why?" you smiled back at him.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you and peck your head, "you seem distracted, pretty sure you weren't even watching that movie," he said. You pursed your lips and shrugged at him, "I'm pretty sure I'm okay, Joongie," you mumbled.

The man behind you lifted you up, making you squeal, before setting you on the countertop, "you know you've got eight guys who are practically head over heels for you, willing to do and give you anything just to make you smile, right? You could always tell us if something's bothering you any time at all," he said, nestling himself between your legs with his hands on either side of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and nodded, "I know, Joongie, and you all can also tell me anything at all,"

At the mention of 'anything at all', Hongjoong's eyebrows raised suggestively. As his fingers danced on your thighs, he leaned his face close to you, "anything... you say?" he asked, lips ghosting over yours, breath fanning, making you giggle.

Just as you were about to answer, Jongho came in and stopped in his tracks. He sighed at the image before him, "really, you two? Where we make our meals?" he grimaced.

A groan left Hongjoong's mouth at the interruption. "Dude, privacy?" Hongjoong glared at the younger. Jongho didn't even care, he only rolled his eyes at Hongjoong, "This is a communal space, YOU both should go get some privacy,"

Instead of walking out, Jongho walked over and snatched you into his arms. Or more like threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You squealed in surprise while Hongjoong yelled out in protest, but Jongho had ran back out before Hongjoong could even catch him.

The commotion you three caused caught the attention of the other boys as they immediately snapped their heads at you three.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Be careful with (Y/N)!!!" Seonghwa yelled out, sitting up in his seat with arms opened wide, ready to catch you if you were to fall. The other boys also chimed in on how the youngest frat member should be careful when carrying you around. But the fact was, you were laughing your ass off.

Soon enough the movie was abandoned and suddenly a blindfold game commenced.

Begrudgingly, Yeosang agreed to be the one blindfolded as the eight of you hid and mess with him. You chose to hide behind the couch, far from Yeosang's reach but you were still able to watch everything and everyone.

You watched as Yunho and Mingi played monkey in the middle with Yeosang, somehow managing to snatch one of his slippers and toss it over his head at each other. You watched as Wooyoung snatched the slipper and was about to threw it to Jongho but he aimed wrong so it smack Yeosang right on his face. You watched as the two oldest and San mess with Yeosang, calling him names due to his pink unicorn onesie.

Not long after, Yeosang began chasing people around more furiously. He managed to scare Seonghwa and Jongho to run for their lives and somehow managed to rope you into the mess.

With the loud movie in the background and all nine of you screaming (and one Wooyoung screeching), it was amazing that no one had came to threaten filing a noise complaint to the police.

At one point, whilst trying to evade Yeosang, you bumped into Hongjoong which then bumped into San who fell whilst holding onto Mingi, all three falling down like dominos. Yunho tried grabbing Mingi's hands but the weight of two people overpowered him and he ended up toppling over them hard. Both Wooyoung and Seonghwa tripped by the legs sprawled on the floor, making them land on top of the pile on the floor.

Hearing the crash, Yeosang took his blindfold off and smirked, "if I grab onto you all, would that make me the winner?" He asked. "Nope," Jongho said, appearing behind him only to push him onto the human pile on the floor.

"Jackass!" Yeosang called as he tried to get up, but Wooyoung's arms were fast enough to hold him, assuring that he wouldn't be going anywhere.

Seeing as you and Jongho were the last two standing, Seonghwa reached forward and grab both of your and Jongho's arms, pulling you both down onto the pile.

All of you were left a laughing, giggling mess, nudging each other at how ridiculous the situation was. A bunch of college students acting like eight year olds at their first slumber party.

But you didn't mind. You didn't mind one bit.

Because when the morning comes, you know you had to do what you had to do.

And as heart-wrenching as it is, at least you had that night to remember.

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

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"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

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[tiens-letters]

with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on. 

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you. 

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him? 

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight  and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better. 

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior. 

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them." 

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man. 

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know 

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng." 

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did. 

...........

i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

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[alexhogh7137]

The God and The Seer~

Ivar the Boneless × Hecate

Chapter Ten: Ivar the Boneless' Fate

Chapter Nine..

MASTERLIST

Hecate meaning~the Goddess of Magic, Witchcraft and Necromancy

Warnings: angst, some fluff in between

Word Count: Over 1k

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Three days pass by and no one came. Ivar was beginning to ease his mind and his commands started waning. You, on the other hand, your powers have intensified tenfold. You have been able to move objects without touching them, manipulating minds, your fire range has increased and your seer abilities have increased as well. Ivar has been letting Orabelle show you some of her techniques to see if you can mimic her gifts. That is where the manipulation comes into play. You never knew that you would be as powerful as you are today, and you are just getting started.

Ivar "Maybe, you will be even more powerful than your own mother." He says to you, after witnessing you using your powers to move rocks in the grass.

"Wouldn't that be something?" He giggles but he is too fascinated to speak. "My father once told me how frightened he was of me. Perhaps he saw what i would become."

Ivar "Oh i am sure of it. But your father was always frightened of true greatness Hecate. I have witnessed it myself. Do not let those memories haunt you."

"How could anything haunt me when i have you by my side?" You asked him as you sit down beside him.

Ivar "Hmm." He says softly, "I am glad that you trust me, my sweetheart. Your life is above mine, and i have never thought of that before. I have never cared about anyone since my mother was killed. But now, i sit beside you and we are one." He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

"I have never loved anyone Ivar. I cared for my parents but they treated me like a broken horse that could not quite be healed after it broke it's leg. I was a burden to them, and i can still feel that running through me. You are the only person that has shown me love, Ivar. You and Hvitserk. You two are all that I have." He nods swiftly. His eyes never leaving your own, but he does not speak. "So no matter what happens, whether King Harald comes to Kattegat or not, i am with you."

Ivar "And I with you." You lean into him and he meets you half way. As your lips connect, his hands meet your cheeks. His cold, yet soft hands rub small circles and it calms your senses.

"I-" then there it was. The horns. Ivar alerts immediately and you do as well. You get up from your spot in the trees and he does the same, but it takes him longer. You run towards to docking port and you see all of them. All of the ships were upon us now. And at the head of the first boat, was the man from your visions; King Harald Finehair. You can see him smiling at you, and it gives you chills all over your body. You hear your husband's crutches dig into the wood as he gets behind you.

Ivar "He is here. Hecate, go get Hvitserk-"

Hvitserk "I am already here." He shouts from a distance away from the both of you, with his hand hovering over his sword. Hvitserk slowly nods at his brother, to ensure that he has his back, and Ivar returns the favor. "Do not leave my side Hecate. He cannot be trusted, do you understand me? I do not want you out of my sight."

"I'm not going anywhere." He places his hand on your hip, grabbing it tight enough to leave a bruise.

As the ships docked, the first person to get off was him. He opens his arm's widely, as if he was about to hug one of us.

Harald "My old friend!" Ivar forces a smile.

Ivar "King Harald! Why have you come?"

Harald "Oh that can wait for when we get inside, can't it not?"

Hvitserk "Of course." He forces a smile as well.

Harald "Now...you must be Queen Hecate!" His voice went straight through you. The deepness and the raspiness of his tone was startling.

"I am. How did you know of my name?"

Harald "Oh! You are well known, m'lady."

"How could that be possible? We wedded three days ago-"

Harald "My dear, you have been known since Ragnar's time." What? How could that be? "Your father, told many stories to Ragnar about you and how powerful you will become in your time."

"You are lying."

Harald laughs "I never lie."

"Everyone tells lies, King Harald. Whether they admit them to be so, that is up to them. But i do not trust you." You say to him and he takes you all in from head to toe, stepping closer to you with every glance. You take no chance and your fingertips catch on fire. He haults and he chuckles.

Harald "Easy, my queen. I come in peace-"

Ivar "You never told me why you came." He walks past us then, walking straight towards the main building. Hvitserk scuffs, being the first one to follow him.

"Well, you were not wrong Ivar.."

Ivar "I am never wrong."

...

As you join Ivar on your throne, Hvitserk stands beside you. As you watch Haralds every move, a vision comes into your sight. You are on the battlefield, Hvitserk is lying on the ground, struggling to get himself up, everyone is killing one another and you were watching everything unfold as if you were a raven, circling above. You do not know where you are or how it all came to be, but all you want to do is find Ivar. When you do, it is too late. Hvitserk is holding him as he dies in his arm's. You watch the love of your life die in his brother's arm's and you light into flames. As you return from your vision, you could not breathe.

Hvitserk "Hecate-"

"I-what?"

Ivar "What is it?"

"He wants to start another war." Ivar looks to King Harald then, as if to ask him, 'is this true?'. But Harald does not say a word, "That is why he is here Ivar, i saw it."

Ivar "What did you see?"

"Everyone killing one another. So much bloodshed. Hvitserk holding you in his arm's-why are you willing to start a war?" You look towards him then, looking directly into his blue eyes.

Harald "Why wouldn't I? It is necessary and it can be done successfully, if you are willing to hear me."

"Ivar!" He looks into your eyes as if he was saying he was sorry to you. You could hear his thoughts, "i need to know-i need to know.." you look at Hvitserk then, and he looks disgusted.

Ivar "Where are you attacking?"

Harald "England." You can see the change in Ivar's eyes, turn from fear, to greed. Hvitserk has told you all about Ivar's desire to conquer England.

Ivar "Why now huh?"

"Because you married me Ivar. I am a witch. And King Harald knows that i would fight by your side. What better aly to have than a queen with magical gifts?"

Harald chuckles, "Impressive." Ivar's eyes darken then, "Beautiful, clever and powerful...you have some new queen, old friend."

"Choose your next words carefully King Harald. Everything here can kill you, but i can do it most efficiently." Hvitserk chuckles then. He loves how Ivar's cockiness has rubbed off of you. He is proud of you as you continue. "You are a guest, who was not invited might i add, in our home. Where you tell us that you are wishing to invade England. A kingdom that has had peace for years. Why would we side with you?"

Harald "You may wish to keep the peace, my queen. But your husband, does not."

"I know who my husband is. I do not need to be reminded. And if he does decide to fight alongside you, then i will join him. But i will not be the first person willing to start a war that will end in none of our favors." No man speaks after that, until Ivar break the silence.

Ivar "You know of mine and King Alfred's past. You are no idiot." Harald nods, "But why now? Tell me in your own words."

Harald "Now is the best time to take what is ours, Ivar. King Alfred has fallen ill, once again." Ivar's interest has been peaked. "He is weak. Mostly, he is not expecting us to come for him. And to have Hecate, a powerful witch on our side, how could we possibly lose?!"

"We do lose." Ivar looks at you, "We do not win. I saw it." You say sternly.

Harald starts to pace back and forth, "Ivar, you can't just take her word-"

Ivar "The only words that I will take, is hers, King Harald. She is my true love, therefore, what she says, i believe."

Harald "I know that you believe me Ivar. You want England! You have always dreamt of being its ruler, have you not?!" He started shouting then, "Tell me that i am wrong!" Ivar does not say a word, "Now is the time to do it Ivar."

Ivar "How can i trust you, huh?" Harald stops talking, "How many times have we been on opposite sides, huh?"

Harald "That was the past."

Ivar "The past is for you to learn from your lessons. My love, tell him what happens to your kind." You hear him and you do not hesitate to do so.

"Men like you, only admire me for my beauty because you want my powers to win your wars. Your pathetic need for power. That is why witches are not men, they are only women. If the God's gave men such as yourself, powers like mine, the world would be in ruin. Where i grew up in Scotland, there were many witches, like my mother and i. Would you like to know what happened to them?" King Harald does not comply to your question, he just rises his head as his answer. "They were hanged. Burned. All of them. The last woman, she was also burned after she was wounded. And she was not even a God, but they tortured her the worst of them all. She was strong. Fierce. And they burned her alive." Ivar had to look away from you because he knew what you were about to say, "she was my mother." Your voice cracked then and Hvitserk grabs your shoulder. That gave you the extra strength that you needed to continue. "But she did not die in fear of dying. She welcomed the Valkaries to bring her home to Odin, just as you Vikings do. But a close friend of mine told me that men fear what they cannot control. What they do not understand." Hvitserk smiles and so does Orabelle in the midst of massive crowd of warriors. "And if i were you, i would be fearful as well. Because i can kill everyone in this room if i felt the need to do so." Harald looks uncomfortable. Almost frightened. "So if you doubt me, King Harald, then you will be risking everything." He takes a deep breath and tisks his tongue, then forces a smile.

Harald "Well, that was a very moving story, my queen. I am sorry to hear what they did to your mother. She would be proud of you now, i am sure of it." That was kind of him, you thought to yourself but you do not allow yourself to say "thank you" outloud. "But i am not those men. I, personally, am quite fascinated by your gifts. I do not fear them."

Hvitserk "Spoken from the person that told her that you come in peace at the first sight of her powers." He says confidently.

Harald chuckles, "Any person, man or woman, would be frightened when you do not know her. But i would like to get to know you, Queen Hecate." Ivar does not like that, "If you would give me that chance, of course."

Ivar "I will let you know if we will join your cause in three day's time. For now, my guards will show you to your room." Harald has no time to protest before Ivar's men grab him by his shoulders and drag him towards his room.

Hvitserk "Are you alright?"

"We cannot join this fight. We will all die."

Ivar "By all you mean-?"

"You die, Ivar." His face sinks. "Hvitserk was close but he makes it out alive. After you die, King Alfred stops the battle. He did not wish for this to happen to you Ivar." He looks down at the floor, "you two were friends?"

Ivar "A long time ago, my love."

"Why would you join King Harald then?"

Ivar "Because this is could be my destany Hecate. To rule England."

Hvitserk "There is no way that King Harald would let you be the king, Ivar. He would also, wish to be king." Ivar thinks about that possibility for a moment, "And you know that he will get what he wants. He has no fear, just like you. That is why you two were on each other's sides for a few years."

Ivar "For the first time, i do not know what to do."

"I know what you want to do, beloved. I just do not want you to do it. I know what i saw and i do not want that vision to become my reality." You say that and you walk away from everyone. Both of them tried to stop you but you force your way out. You walk out the doors, find your black horse and rode him for miles. For so long in fact, until you could not possibly ride him any longer. By the time you commanded your horse to stop, you have been crying for so long that you can barely see where you ended up. You were in the middle of nowhere, but you were surrounded by trees. You dismount him, take his harnace in your hand, kiss his snout and begin walking towards the treeline. After a few minutes, you find yourself in a clearance in the trees. Where flowers bloomed and the waterbed ran crystal clear. "This can't be real?" You say aloud. It was close to spring time here in Scandinavia but not time for any flowers to bloom. "Where are we boy?" He shrieks in response and looks where you are looking. You sniffle, wipe away the last of your tears and sit down in the middle of the flower bed. You start to reinvision the battle but you are stopped by a hand on your shoulder. You jolt and your powers unleash. But they get distinguished by the force that touched your shoulder. Your father.

The Seer "My child, do not be afraid." His voice was weaker than you remember.

"How are you here?"

The Seer "It was my time to come see you, Hecate. You are grieving over a loved one that is still here."

"I know what i saw. Tell me that it does not happen father." He does not say a word, "tell me."

The Seer "you cannot stop it, child-"

"I am not a child!" You blurt out of hatred. All of the years of abandonment just lashed out.

The Seer chuckles, "You are my child, Hecate. You are grown now but you are still my daughter."

"How can you say that to me? How dare you! You placed me under for years, called me an embarrassment-!"

The Seer "I did everything to protect you. I am not here to talk about your past. I am here to tell you that there is nothing that you can do to stop Ivar the Boneless. His life has been fated so."

"What are you telling me?"

The Seer "I do not have to repeat myself. You already know." You begin to cry once again, "it is his fate to go to this battle and not succeed. It is his destiny to lose, my child."

"How can this be? I cannot live without him father." You weep to him and he holds you to comfort you and you mourn a dead man walking.

The Seer "You can and you will. You have time with him, sweet girl. Cherish every second. But do not blame yourself for doing nothing, there is nothing that can stop Ivar from doing what he wishes to do. Ivar the Boneless thinks of no one over himself."

"You are wrong-"

The Seer "I am never wrong!" You pause, "i do not have much time left. He loves you, daughter. That is true. He is your person, Hecate." You weep harder, "but he loves himself over all. He cares about being the most famous viking that has ever lived. And that too, will come true in the far future. Right now, you will let him decide the fight, there is no other way."

"What do you want me to say to you father? 'Okay!'.." he says nothing, "you are telling me that the love of my life is going to die and i can do nothing to stop it."

The Seer "Yes."

"I am not like you father. I will do everything i can to save the one's that i love. I will do everything that i can to save my husband's life."

The Seer "If you do that, then you will die."

"Than so be it." Seconds later, he was gone like he was never there to begin with. You were alone with your thoughts, besides your horse. Thinking of ways to save Ivar, but coming up with blanks. You will do anything and everything, however, even if it is you that Hvitserk is holding on that battlefield instead of Ivar. That is a risk that you are going to take.

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When you returned to Kattegat, Ivar was commanding his guards to find you, but you beat him to it. Once he locked eyes with you, he dropped his crutches and got the strength to run to you without the need of anything holding him up. You hold him tightly, wishing that you didn't know what you knew.

Ivar "Where have you been?! You've been gone for hours!"

"I needed time on my own. I know too much right now Ivar. I needed time to breathe."

Ivar "What is it? What do you know?"

"I cannot tell you right now Ivar. I told you when King Harald arrived, that i saw you die.." he sighs, "and it is true."

Ivar "I am sorry that you saw that, my love. Come inside, come on." He holds you by your waist and guides you inside. When Hvitserk notices that you are home, he runs to you. He lifts you a few inches off of the floor, whimpering slightly.

Hvitserk "Where have you been, huh?! I thought that something happened!"

"I'm not okay Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "Talk to me." He says out of breath.

"I will talk to you, but i am not strong enough to talk to you." You said as you looked at Ivar.

Ivar "I understand. I will be with King Harald if you need me."

"So you have decided." Ivar takes a deep breath, "without me?"

Ivar "I need to do this, my love." You nod and look into his eyes, "soon, you will agree with me that it is the right thing to do."

"I will never agree. Not this time Ivar. I know what will happen when you go on the battlefield."

Ivar "Hecate.."

"Please just, give me some time to process everything. I will come to bed when i am ready. Can you allow me that time?"

Ivar nods, "come back to me when you are able. I love you."

"And i, you." He lets Hvitserk take you away from him and his eyes start to water. Was this a mistake? He clears his throat and his mind, wipes away the small tears and makes his way back to King Harald in the strategy room.

Ivar "What was your plan?"

...

Once you and Hvitserk were alone in his chambers, you broke down instantly. He catches you before you fall completely to the floor. He holds you as you weep and it shatters his heart to pieces.

Hvitserk "I have never seen you like this, Hecate. You are scaring me." He says to you as he holds your head to his chest.

"I can't stop it Hvitserk. It's his fate to die in this battle!"

Hvitserk "How much time do we have?"

"I do not know. My father came to see me, he told me-"

Hvitserk "Wait slow down," you try to catch your breath but you begin to hyperventilate. He cups your cheeks and forces you to look into his eyes. "Hey, look at me. Hecate, you need to breathe." He coaches you into breathing properly and he calms your heartbeat down as well. "Good.. now, the Seer came to see you?"

"Yes. I was in the middle of nowhere and he appeared. He told me that i cannot stop this from happening. That the God's have fated it. And if i do, than i will die." His eyes started watering as he processed the information that you gave him.

Hvitserk "So what you are telling me, is that either way, i will lose someone as a result of this battle?"

"Yes."

Hvitserk "You or Ivar will die?"

"Yes." He scuffs, frustrated and confused.

Hvitserk "I can't save either of you?"

"I'm afraid not. I wish that i had a better answer Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "Me too.." he snickers and you look up at him.

"What?"

Hvitserk "Nothing. I just do not know why i am so surprised. I lose everyone that i come to love. Ivar and i have had a love-hate relationship our whole lives. I have betrayed the only brother that i truly loved, to be with him. Ivar killed all of the women that i have ever loved, that is why i am not married, and why i do not have any children." You listen to him and just hold him tighter as he continues, "so when you just told me that i could either lose you and my brother, i do not know why i am surprised. The God's must hate me."

"No Hvitserk! They do not, they just have their ways. Sometimes we understand why things happen, and other times we do not. I do not know why Ivar is fated to die in this battle, nor why i can not stop him..but i love your brother and i will do what i can to save him."

Hvitserk "Hecate, if it comes down to you or him, you should be the one to live."

"What?"

Hecate "You should live. You deserve to more than him. And to be completely honest, i think that he wants to."

"You think that Ivar chose to join King Harald because i told him that he would not make it out alive?"

Hvitserk "Possibly, yes." He takes a deep breath, "That is why i want you to live, Hecate. You have so much to live for."

"When he dies, a part of me will die with him." You admit to him and he nods in agreement.

Hvitserk "So will i, but we will find a way to move on. Especially if we remember to realize that Ivar did not protest this, he could have chosen not to fight."

"And yet he made the decision without me.."

Hvitserk "Because he knew that you wouldn't allow it." It sinks in, "Are you starting to believe me?"

"Yes, but i just can't believe it. We just married and now i am learning that in a few weeks-month time, i will be a widower."

Hvitserk "You won't be alone Hecate. As long as i live, I'll be by your side." You wipe away your tears for the hundredth time this day and he helps you off of the ground. Your legs are so weak and your heart is breaking, piece by piece.

"You better be. If i lose you too, then i will have no reason to live on." He kisses your forehead to comfort you, before bringing you in for another embrace. He knew that this day would come, when Ivar would be too headstrong and die in battle. However, he did not expect it to be coming to light this soon. He has grown close to his brother and to think of losing him is a very hard pill to swallow, even though he has put Hvitserk through so much turmoil.

Hvitserk "You're okay. You'll be okay. We both will be okay. But we will need to give each other the time to heal." You nod, "Do you think that you are ready to join them?"

"I am not sure." He nods, "I want too. I want to be strong, but i know that once i see my husband, i will break again."

Hvitserk "I know, but you cannot hide Hecate. You still have time with him and the time is limited, and we don't know that limit." He is right.

"O-okay. You are right, where are they?"

Hvitserk "They are strategizing a few rooms down." You nod, he gives you a few more words of reassurance and then you two left his chambers. He made you feel as good as you possibly can due to the circumstances, but you are emotionally detached. You are now numb and furious. You just got your life in order. You are married to your soulmate, your people are taking a liking to you, your home is a home...and soon, that will all be ripped from your grasp. And who better to blame than the God's who fated this on your beloved? You just wish that all of this was a nightmare or another vision that has not come true yet. But unfortunately, you were in the present moment, and Ivar is standing across from Harald Finehair, the second person to blame for all of this. Everyone can see your emotionless face but bloodshot cheeks and eyes, and are stunned. Harald, the most, giving the fact at how strong you were when he met you at the dock.

Ivar "My love..?"

"I'm here, what did we miss?" You ask strongly and passionately. Your voice was back but it was hoarse.

Harald "Are you alri-"

"I do not need your sympathy, King Harald. You are the reason why my husband is going into a battle out of nowhere, with no cause nor any reason except for simple greed. So either tell me what Hvitserk and I missed, or i will leave and go to bed because i am in no mood for your personality right now." Harald chuckles, then clears his throat. Preparing himself to speak after that little outburst from you.

Harald "Very well. While you two were gone, Ivar and I were trying to figure out the best areas for attack. They are highlighted here and here." He points to the blocks on top of landmarks. You nod, too tired to protest that as well.

Ivar "What do you think?"

"Whatever you see best, Ivar. I have never been to battle. This will be my first."

Harald "And are you trained-?"

"Yes, I am. Do not question my ability."

Harald puts his hands up in defense, "My apologies, my queen."

Hvitserk "You should go to bed, Hecate. You look like you are about to faint."

You nod, "Yes." You kiss Ivar gently before excusing yourself out of the room.

Ivar "Watch her, she isn't going to make it to our room." Hvitserk sniffles, then he walks towards the door. However, before he could even look at you, he hears a thud. You had indeed, fainted. Hvitserk runs to you and carries you to bed. "Why is she so weak, brother?!" He shouts, worriedly.

Hvitserk "Have you forgotten that she has been gone for hours, dealing with her own demons and on top of that, all of the visions that she has seen, regarding this battle?"

Ivar "No-"

Hvitserk "She has been crying since Harald came to Kattegat Ivar, that takes a lot out of a person. She is exhausted."

Ivar "I don't like seeing her like this."

Hvitserk "You wouldn't be seeing her like this if you made a different choice. But you won't do that Ivar. You can never turn down an opportunity to be king of another land."

Ivar "You would not choose differently, Hvitserk. Do not kid yourself."

Hvitserk "If you think that, than you do not know me at all Ivar." He leaves Ivar a few seconds later, taking one last look at you before he shuts the door behind him.

Harald "She is even beautiful while she sleeps." Ivar ignores him on purpose, "you can still change your mind.."

Ivar "No. This is what i must do. She will heal. She always does." He makes King Harald leave the two of you alone for the remainder of the night. As he climbs into bed, you instinctively cling to his chest and he whisper, "I know that you hate me right now, but i must do this. I know that one day, you will understand why, my sweet Hecate. I love you and i will always love you. And i will cherish the rest of the time that we have together..if you can hear me, please forgive me. I love you, my sweetheart." And you did hear him.

"I love you too, my beloved Ivar." He smiles then, tightening his grab around you as you do the same. You heard what Hvitserk said to you back there, that you should be the one to live. But of course, you think the opposite because he is your person. Right now, you are so exhausted that you can't think about anything else. Your mind shuts everything down and everything goes black. As you slept, Ivar holds on to you, memorizing every single detail of you. Taking in all of your perfections and thinking to himself, "i will love you forever, my true love."

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