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Troubling Travels | deer! Creator reader

Note: I’m kinda bad at writing fight scenes. Or…are there no fight scenes at all? :)

For @idkfitememate Hope you like it :D

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Cyno cursed like his life depended on it. Tighnari was going to kill him if he ever found out about this. That was, if he made it out alive, first.

It had started out like any other day. You were happily gathering leaves and sticks for your secret little hoard(that wasn’t very secret, Tighnari knew about everything) of weapons (that were not actually weapons) to be used on Dottore if he ever thought of stepping foot anywhere near Collei or Tighnari or any Sumeru character ever. Minus the sages, they were also going to be victims of your mighty stick-hoard if you ever saw them. (Yes, you were peaceful but some things could not be forgiven.)

Tighnari had given you the nickname “ورقة الشجر الصغيرة”, little leaf, a few weeks after you had persistently stuck around even after you had healed from the treasure hoarder attack. And it stuck surprisingly well. Now, as of today, you were unofficially-but officially in the hearts of all Gandharva Ville residents—“منظم الأوراق الرسمي وجامع الأوراق الرسمي”, the official leaf organizer and collector. As a sort of celebration for your “promotion” Tighnari had asked Cyno to come visit during your “first ever official leaf collecting mission” in a letter he had sent a few weeks back. Indeed, Tighnari had planned to promote you for some time now. But it was hard keeping you distracted while they secretly set up a surprise party. But they managed to succeed in the end.

The entire village was decorated with various flower garlands(all given the green light by Tighnari) and tables were filled to the brim with tasty food for both humans and deer. People chatted animatedly with one another as they ate and danced. You were content to stand on the sidelines with Collei, eating a delicious salad while the forest rangers weaved you and their friends flower crowns. Seeing others happy made you happy.

The promotion party went well into the evening, with multiple excursions led by you to gather more fruit from the forest.(Tighnari was so proud that you remembered which fruits he told you were safe to eat and which were not) And when Cyno arrived with his ever neutral looking beautiful face, you were sure you were about to faint from happiness.

You had pranced up to him with a specially made flower bracelet just for him. Okay-YOU didn’t make it, Collei weaved it for you because trying to make a flower bracelet with hooves is hard. Sometimes, you missed your hands. But this form had its perks. Like the headpats you got and the wonderfully therapeutic back rubs when Tighnari brushed your fur for you. But you certainly deserved points for somehow communicating to your dear friend Collei that you wanted to make a bracelet for someone. The purple flowers probably helped.

Cyno looked down at your happy doe-face, or as happy as a deer could look with a deer-face. You were preening so much Cyno swore he saw sparkles emanating from you. You held the flower bracelet on the top of your fluffy head between the place where your antlers were starting to grow in. It was made of purple dahila’s and anemones, he noted before picking the bracelet up and sliding it onto his wrist.

“Thank you, little one. I promise to keep it safe.” Cyno said, slowly reaching out a cautious hand. Like Tighnari had taught him to do with stray cats and dogs. Sure, you were a deer, but it still counted, right?

In reply, you let out a giddy bleat and shoved your head underneath his calloused hand with vigor. Cyno felt his lips twitch into a smile. This wasn’t your first time meeting Cyno, but he was always so busy enforcing the law as General Mahamatra that he rarely had time to visit. So time spent with the general was special. He was happy to know you were doing well. Tighnari wrote about you in his letters frequently.

You nuzzled into his touch for a moment longer before backing away and prancing off into the festivities, stopping to look back at him with an expectant look.

Come join me!

Cyno paused before following after you. He wasn’t one for large parties but you looked so happy that he couldn’t decline. Besides, Tighnari and Collei were chilling out somewhere, so he could always go find them after hanging out with you in the core of the festivities. Maybe then he could pick up on the Genius Invocation TCG match he was having with Tighnari and Collei last time he was here. Oh, and maybe he could teach you how to play? Wouldn’t that be something.

It was nightfall now. Everyone was tuckered out from the party, fast asleep in their beds. Well, all except for two people and a deer.

“You don’t have to see me off. You should go get some rest for tomorrow.” Cyno said, adjusting the strap that held his canteen to his belt. Both you and Tighnari sighed at this.

“It’s not like we’re forcing ourselves to see you off. We want to do this. And there’s nothing you can do to change our minds.” Tighnari huffed as he crossed his arms.

You stomped your hoof in agreement. You chose to see Cyno off in the middle of the night, even though you knew you had things to clean up tomorrow. You knew how rarely you had one on one Cyno bonding time, and Cyno was one of your favorite characters in Sumeru. His bravery and strength in the heat of battle was something you saw as admirable.

Besides, you never knew when you would see Cyno next, or if he would be okay on a mission. His job was dangerous, and sometimes that made you worry. If only you could go with him…

Wait a second.

You COULD go with Cyno!

While you were connecting the dots in your head, Cyno had gotten fully ready to head off. He gave Tighnari a nod before turning his attention to you, who stood at the fox-eared male’s side with the same happy expression you had on that evening. Cyno felt his heart squeeze at the sight. He would, admittedly, miss you while he was gone. This next mission was going to be a long one.

So, he kneeled down and gave you a gentle pat on the head. You let out a bleat and shoved your head under his chin(making him bite his tongue on accident) in a makeshift hug. Now would have been a nice time to have hands. But you were never one to complain much. Cyno gave a small smile and rubbed your back before starting to pull away. It was time for him to leave.

With a final delightful scratch behind your large fluffy deer ears, Cyno stood and started to walk away.

Only, he wasn’t alone.

You followed after him with a happy pep in your trot.

Cyno paused. Tighnari tried not to laugh. You shimmered like you had never shimmered before.

Cyno sighed and shook his head before pointing to the ground and stating “stay.” in his best commanding voice. Internally, Cyno knew it was futile attempting to order a deer around, when it obviously wasn’t going to understand him. You stared at him innocently. Cyno took it as a sign to start walking again. Only for you to follow(again).

This repeated multiple times. (Tighnari almost burst a lung from laughter, exhaustion was clearly getting to the usually calm and collected fox ranger)

“I think they want to go with you, Cyno.” Tighnari finally said. Cyno stared at Tighnari.

“Yes. I don’t think I noticed.” He huffed. You let out another call and ran circles around Cyno’s legs with excitement, and Cyno felt his heart soften. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you to come with him, it was just that the desert was an incredibly dangerous place. Especially since you had no natural defenses. Not to mention your fur. You would bake like an egg on the sidewalk in the middle of a heatstroke in a matter of minutes. Cyno knew this, because Tighnari had the exact same problem. And he didn’t want to see you suffer.

Yet you seemed adamant about staying with him. Both could see that. Cyno didn’t know what to do. Should he find a way to keep you with Tighnari? Or let you follow him into the lonely desert?

Tighnari took Cyno’s silence as his cue to become the voice of reason. “I am not one for old tales, but it’s been said for hundreds of years that animals have an innate sense of danger. A sixth sense, even. Or sometimes called premonition. Whatever you want to call it, having a companion that can sense danger early on could be an invaluable asset to your missions, Cyno.” Cyno didn’t seem fully convinced. So Tighnari continued with a bit more seriousness than before. “Deer have around 297 million olfactory receptors, meaning their nose is better than any human’s or dog’s. Their eyes are also better than a human’s at night—and they detect movement faster than people, too. Deer can also hear high frequency sounds, and can move both ears in different directions at the same time. These assets are perfect for helping to track down thieves and rouges. And I’m positive you already know how intelligent little leaf is. Their level of understanding is basically unheard of.”

Cyno nodded, but his face was blank. “I know. But the desert is unforgiving to all. I’m just skeptical about how they might respond to the temperatures of the desert. I wouldn’t want them getting hurt if they can’t fight back.” You were after all, a deer. Sure, you had multiple advantages over Cyno in tracking abilities but you were still considered prey. It was a reasonable thought.

After all, how could they know that you were a human isekai’ed into a deer’s body?

But you were determined to go with Cyno. You rubbed your head into his legs pleadingly. As if to send the message that you would be alright.

Cyno instinctively ran his calloused hand through the fur on your neck, making you preen at the attention. You could tell he was standing on the edge of agreement. He just needed one last nudge.

“Let’s put it this way. I put the little leaf under your care and protection while in the desert so that you can help me record their reactions and adaptability in a different environment. They are, after all, an unknown species of deer. No deer recorded has natural markings like theirs in any document ever, so it’s imperative that we find out as much as we can about them so that we can learn more.” Tighnari reasoned, pointing to your lush furry coat that Cyno was carding through at that very moment. And he was correct. You did have a unique design. (Description below is optional)

Small splotches that looked almost like stars littered your neck and spine, with two small white diamond-like teardrops touching the corner of your eyes. Your eyes were more focused, like there was an actual thought going on inside your head instead of the soul devouring gaze a deer usually had. Your ears were fluffy and faded in an ombre fashion to an almost unnatural pitch black colour, as did your fluffy tail-except it faded to a snowy white. There was even a white four pointed star like the ones you see on a compass rose in the middle of your fluffy forehead.

Safe to say, you didn’t exactly look like a normal deer. “They could very well be the last of their kind, or they lost their parcel in some kind of accident before Collei and I found them. Whatever the case, we need more information to understand how we can help little leaf in the best way possible. Like putting protective laws up to keep them from harm.” Tighnari finished. And that seemed to convince Cyno immediately.

“Alright. I’ll bring them with me. And I swear on my life to keep them safe.” Cyno promised with a solemn nod. Tighnari huffed as he crossed his arms, smile barely hidden.

“You better. Now get going before I change my mind.” Tighnari snapped, making a ‘shoo’ motion with his hand. Cyno stood and gave another nod of respect before turning around and walking out of Gandharva Ville with you at his side. Just as you both walked out of earshot, and out of Tighnari’s sight, he murmured “Stay safe…” before turning around and heading for his hut. So that he could sleep his worries away.

And also because it was past midnight.

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You watched silently as Cyno set up camp behind a large rock that would block out most of the piercing grains of sand flying in the wind. It has been six days since you set off with the general mahamatra into the endless desert. And night was starting to fall. Which meant possible bandit attacks or wild animal attacks. Or maybe a mix of both. It was hard to tell these things before they happened. Minus bandit attacks. Cyno eliminated any human trouble before you could even catch a glimpse of the ruffians.

The wind howled ferociously at both you and Cyno, who seemed unfazed at the sand trying to stab into his eyes and turn him blind. And yet you almost didn’t feel the screaming wind yourself. Probably because of your wonderous coat of fur. Hopefully it wouldn’t be a headache to brush out later. It would add to Cyno’s work, which was already a hassle itself. Curse your lack of hands(once again). You watched as the sun slowly set and the sands cooled before your eyes, giving you reprieve from the sweltering heat. You were just glad you hadn’t grown your winter coat yet. That would have been a nightmare.

The night rose, eclipsing the golden sky as Cyno finished setting up the tent. Yet something felt off. Like when you glance at a picture and then leave, only to return and realize something is different about it but you can’t tell what it is. It was an unsettling feeling in the back of your head that wouldn’t go away.

Cyno seemed to feel it as well, his gaze was dead set on the hills of sand. You stared out at the vast sea, ears perked and swiveling like satellites. But there was nothing odd that you could sense, only the rising wind. You sniffed at the air next. Immediately your nose was rushed with a million different scents, all leading to something different than the last. It had greatly confused you when you first awoke to so many new smells, but over time it became easier to sort them out. Now, your nose was a valuable tool.

And right now, the air crackled with the scent of rain.

You let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment before trotting through the tarp entrance of the tent. Cyno continued to stare at the dunes with an unnerving gaze before turning to follow you inside. But not before grabbing his pike and surveying the area protectively. Just to make sure.

The wind was so angry and wild that you were almost certain your ears were going to bleed out. The rain had arrived with the sandstorm an hour after Cyno had managed to set the camp tent up, meaning you were both lucky enough to not get absolutely clobbered by the bullet-like water droplets.

You could hear nothing but the persistent rain and the raging wind of the midnight storm.

And that meant you couldn’t hear the footsteps approaching with each clap of thunder.

But Cyno knew every trick in the book. Nothing would escape his senses. Not when he had someone important to protect with him. You blearily watched as he tightened his grip on his weapon from where he sat with your fuzzy head in his lap, drowsy from exhaustion. He gently lifted your head from his legs, trading them out for the second of two blankets he had packed for the journey.

Next thing you knew, Cyno was rushing out of the tent like it had been set on fire.

Your mind was hazy from what little sleep you had mustered, so his reaction didn’t fully compute in your brain for multiple minutes before you rushed to your shaky legs. Having four legs instead of two had certainly been a challenge at first, and still was when you weren’t focused or completely energized. So you couldn’t help but berate yourself silently as you wobbled like a drunkard ready to pass out before you made it to the tent flap.

Outside, Cyno was fighting three mercenaries dressed in red in the rain at once. All had sun kissed skin and brownish-black hair, but they used different weapons, meaning Cyno had to duel three different battles all at once. One used a spear, the second had a crossbow with odd smelling arrows, while the third held a metal axe so big you were convinced it better belonged with a mitachurl.

Cyno swung his pizza paddle polearm through the air like it was an extension of himself, blocking a heavy swing coming from the axe-wielder with the shaft of his weapon that glowed amber in the dark night. A whistle sounded through the air as an arrow shot through the sky, bringing its horribly odd scent with it.

You watched, mortified at the realization that Cyno might get hit with what you now realized was an arrow tipped in poison. Time seemed to slow as Cyno turned his head at the sound of the arrow whistling while simultaneously swinging at the axe-wielder and striking him in his chest, ripping through the man’s skin like it was butter. The large man crumpled to the sand. But that wasn’t the end. Just as the arrow was about to strike Cyno’s shoulder, he let out a growl and electro crackled through the air.

“Futile!”

Cyno lunged forward and snapped the arrow into a thousand tiny pieces before leaping at the crossbow user and kicking the weapon out of his hands.

The man let out a yelp that turned into a scream as large bolts of bright purple lightning wracked his body. Cyno was holding the man’s shoulder in an iron grip, using himself like a taser. The male let out a final wail before he slumped over, either dead or unconscious.

For a single second, all was silent.

Then, there was a war cry piercing the air. The third man, the one with the spear, had jumped from the top of a rock and was plummeting down to Cyno with murderous intent.

But Cyno was not fazed.

“Your sins weigh upon your soul!”

There was a sudden explosion of light around Cyno as his vision burned bright in the endless pitch black night. His body was swathed in glowing purple binds that circled and looped into large claw-like hands sharper than any dagger or sword. Runes in an ancient unknown language were burned into the glowing cloth that snaked around his arms. The headpiece glowed with the same runes as eyes, now open and uncovered, shone with golden light. An ominous had aura surrounded Cyno as he called for the divine spirit to indwell him. Now, that aura turned into furious electricity that snapped and swatted at its enemies.

The man with the spear screamed as an elongated electro arm of Pactsworn Pathclearer reached out and grabbed him from mid air. He tried to use his spear to pierce the hand that held him, but it merely broke into minuscule shards the moment it even grazed the claws. In retaliation, it’s grip tightened significantly before it flung the man to the ground, where his head hit a rock with a sickening crack.

And just like that, the battle was over. Three bodies laid in the sand, defeated. There were no more attackers left for Cyno to defeat.

Or at least, that’s what Cyno thought in the second he had let his guard down. Electro fizzling out around him.

You knew otherwise.

Ten more figures emerged from beyond the dunes.

But you were more worried about the sniper with poison tipped arrows and a bow who was aiming right for Cyno at that very moment.

With a bleat, you rushed up the cliff side faster than you had ever run before. Rain still pelleted you like knives as thunder rumbled in the sky high above you. But you continued to run.

The sniper drew the bowstring to the tip of his mouth.

You scrambled to the top of the cliff on shaky legs, making a mad dash for the archer who was so incredibly focused on aiming he didn’t even notice the sound of your pounding hooves as they kicked up sand. Your body hidden in the blackness of night. He would never see you coming.

Cyno stood below, head whipping around as he looked for you frantically. The moon was halfway to approaching midnight but it was already almost pitch black. The rain was no help, either.

The best thing Cyno could do right now is focus on the incoming targets. Their footsteps against the sand were in no way trying to be hidden, and the sickening feeling Cyno was sensing set him on edge.

Cyno’s mind was a flurry of different emotions, but if he wanted to stay alive long enough to look for you and complete his mission, he had to focus on the fight in front of him. So he readied his spear and crouched, gathering all the energy he could into his legs as the waited for the enemies to strike.

Just like Cyno expected, they lunged for him with weapons in hand in a consecutive attack. But Cyno was more than ready. After all, what kind of general mahamatra would he be if he couldn’t defeat ten people? Admittedly, he had never fought ten on one at the same time before and in almost total darkness while it stormed heavily. But there was a first time for everything, right?

The sniper smirked, homing in on his target with horrid mirth twinkling in his eyes. His comrades had surrounded Cyno in a circle, caging him in as he jumped from one fight to another. Though many were beaten and bruised, it did not matter if they fell. For they were merely a distraction so that he may make the shot that would end the wretched general mahamatra Cyno once and for all. His heart beat giddily in his ears as his fingers started to loosen their grip on the poison tipped arrow aimed right at Cyno’s heart.

Though it will not be beating for much longer his mind purred.

Pure thrill pulsed through his veins as he his fingers slowly slip from the bowstring. His heart beat spiked just as his fingers slid from the string, only to let out a mighty howl of pain as something crashed into his shoulder, sending him teetering on the cliff face, his right hand flailing and his toes grazed air. There was a snap as the bowstring thrummed against whatever crashed into him with such force. He let out a colourful string of curses when he realized his aim had been jarred into missing Cyno’s heart.

So when he looked down at the perpetrator:

he saw a deer.

His rage increased tenfold and he let out a furious yowl, gripping onto the creature’s neck as it rushed at him once again. It cried out as they both went careening off the edge of a tall cliff. But the man only smiled manically.

If he could not kill his target, he would take with him the life that tried to protect it. Even if it meant meeting his end.

“NO!”

There was a cry, but it was swept into the whistling wind.

There was a sharp pain in the back of his head.

Then, everything went dark.

Cyno huffed, glaring at the mercenaries with cold eyes as he tightened his grip on his polearm once again. Rain had somehow made it past his visor and onto his face, but he couldn’t care less.

He readied himself to fight once again when there was a loud scream echoing through the desert.

Only seconds after, an arrow shot through the air.

Slicing off Cyno’s bracelet of flowers.

There was another cry. But it was inhuman. Cyno whipped around, heart racing as his eyes caught sight of a man dragging you off of a cliff so high he knew there was likely no chance you were going to survive the fall alive.

“NO!” He screamed, rushing forward. Maybe he could catch you before you hit the ground. But it was futile. The ring of mercenaries would not let him leave.

His wrist felt horribly bare without the bracelet there to occupy it.

Cyno cursed like his life depended on it. Tighnari was going to kill him if he ever found out about this. That was, if he made it out alive, first.

You closed your teary eyes tight as you and the man’s body tumbled through the air. The wind screamed and thunder wailed, and for a split second you could hear nothing. Everything around you was surely passing in a blur.

This was going to hurt. A lot. If you even made it out alive. But what could you do to stay alive and keep the man from getting killed? You didn’t mean to push him off the cliff!

Time seemed to slow as your mind rushed to think of any possible solution. But only scraps of a plan formed.

Whatever!

There isn’t enough time to plan!

Do something before you both die!

So you opened your eyes and winged it.

You bunched your limbs close to your chest and then kicked them straight into the insane man’s chest, making him wheeze but also sending him crashing into a miraculously small ledge head first.

You were accidentally sent flying into the open mouth of a large cave from the force you had put into the kick. A searing pain ripped into your shoulder as you started to loose altitude and fall to the cave floor. A rock had sliced your shoulder open, leaving a blood stain on the rock and a small waterfall of blood trickling down your fur. You let out a cry of pain as you tumbled into the ground blanketed by a thin layer of sand.

You were beaten, but you were alive! Hooray!

The world outside of the cave raged with almost killer intent as the storm grew worse and lightning started to strike as the wind screamed. It was best to stay in the cave until it cooled over, you wisely decided.

You lifted your head at the sound of rumbling from further within the cave, making your ears swivel and your nose twitch. If there was something dangerous deeper in the cave you would rather take your chances with the storm outside.

But all you could smell was the faint scent of dried herbs and burnt fire wood. Which wasn’t very normal for a cave at all. You knew it would be a better idea to stay near the mouth of the cave, but you were injured and your fur was uncomfortably wet and all you wanted at the moment was something to warm yourself up while you waited for the storm to end so that you could look for Cyno.

So with a great heave, you lifted yourself onto your four wobbly legs and adventured deeper into the cave. Your shoulder throbbed with spite as you moved, but you ignored it and continued on.

You limped through a long tunnel filled with iron ore and an unlit stove ,as well as crystals of all colours, making you silently awe at the sight as you passed into a wide cavern filled with luscious green trees and red vultures that hopped branch to branch. Rocks mysteriously started to float in the air the further you walked into the great cavern. As did a bright white light.

By the time you had reached the far end of the cavern, the light was almost blinding. You squinted to make out anything but the tunnel branching deeper into the earth would not yet reveal its secrets to you.

There was another rumble.

The scent of dried herbs grew stronger the longer you stood in front of the glowing tunnel, too nervous to move. A distant feeling of familiarity tickled the back of your mind as your eyes darted around the area nervously. The vultures seemed ignorant as the ground shook, so surely there was no danger nearby. You took a shaky hoof-step back as the walls started to tremble as well. Your ears went flat as you glanced back to the tunnel from whence you came.

Should you leave?

But you could still hear the roar of thunder outside, meaning the storm had yet to stop. No. You could end up getting killed in the storm if you weren’t careful. And your wound still throbbed. It was best to stay in the cave. Though maybe you should just stay near the entrance. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

You turned your head back around only to be greeted with a long snout sniffing at your fur where the tunnel should have been.

You let out a bleat of surprise and jumped several feet in the air, heart racing.

Then, it hit you.

This was the tunnel to Apep’s den.

And right before you was Apep. Or—it’s head, at least. The tunnel was much too small for its large serpentine-like body to fully fit through.

Oh. So Apep was the one giving off the dried herb smell. That…made sense, actually.

Apep stared down at you with its large glowing eyes that lit up the earth in a gentle glow.

“It has been quite a long time since I have last seen you, Mother. I am overjoyed to know that you are alive and well after all this time.” Apep said, voice gentle and lulling. A stark contrast to what you had heard from behind a screen.

You could only stand shocked, unable to think.

Apep stared at your frozen form with a sad gaze, sighing through it’s nose sadly(if that was even possible). “Ah, I see you do not remember. But that is to be expected after all that happened back then.” Apep paused to lower it’s head to the ground and nudge your furry cheek gently with it’s own. “You are the Creator of Teyvat. So you are Divine Mother of all. Though how I see it, only the mighty dragons like myself should be allowed to call you Mother. For we were the first. But perhaps your tastes have changed over the time you were gone. Shall I call you Divine One, one of your many titles?”

Apep’s words barely made sense to you right now. But one thing you knew very well.

Apep had called you the divine creator of Teyvat.

But truly, you wanted nothing more than to just be called by your name. No tittle needed. Maybe it was because Apep’s words had yet to sink in or you didn’t wish to be put upon a pedestal. Or maybe because you were a truly kind being to all. (This was really starting to feel like one of the SAGAU! fanfictions you liked to read in your free time) (and also because you didn’t want Arlechino to come after you)

But how were you going to get that across to Apep?

You let out a bleat.

The lights all along Apep’s sides glowed in recognition as it’s eyes somehow grew kinder and happier.

“I understand. That is a lovely name. May I truly be allowed to call you by it?” Apep said. You nodded. You would like nothing more than for Apep to call your by name. “Very well. Now, how is it that we have come to meet after all this time?”

And so, you told Apep everything that happened in the past week.

And it had some very strong words to say about some things. But Apep promised that once the storm passed it would make sure you reunited with Cyno.

And you did. Cyno did not physically show the worry on his face but he never let you out of his sight for the rest of the mission. Even as he dragged an unconscious rouge researcher behind him with an iron grip.

It was also safe to say, Cyno got a good scolding from Tighnari when you returned to Gandharva Ville.

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#genshin impact #deer #deer anon #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #tighnari #cyno #cynonari #collei #genshin apep #Apep #creator #creator!reader #deer! creator #this took way too long #how many words is this?#hope I did well

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jpitha · 1 year

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Generi stood there awkwardly, trying to make sense of it. “Explain allergies to me one more time?”

Meg sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Okay, so our bodies have this compound, called histamine. It's released in response to an attack - internally - on our bodies. It's meant to help our bodies expel the invader sometimes with our help too. It's one of the regulators of our itching response. Mind, you, Histamine does way more than that, but we're talking about allergies right now."

"Wait, what attack? Like, an enemy?"

"Soooooort of yes, but in the case of an allergic reaction, our bodies call for histamine to be released when a harmless-" She glanced over and saw Generi's reaction "Fine, harmless - for us - substance enters our body, but we treat it like an invader."

"And this happens to everyone?"

"No, not everyone, but a lot of people. It's fairly common. Anyway, in some people the body overreacts to the substance and produces histamine which causes the allergic reaction. Sneezing, runny nose, itchy eyes and body, congestion, things like that."

Generi flicked his tail, a K'laxi nod. "Okay, I understand now. So the flowers...."

"Yes, I'm allergic to Dahlias." Meg blew her nose.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Generi was despondent. "I read about giving humans flowers as a sign of affection and I...I wanted..."

"Oh, I understand the intent Generi, I'm touched, really!" Meg bent down and gave the small K'laxi a hug. She noticed him shiver when she did that. "I'm just allergic to Dahilas. Next time, try a different flower." She stood. "Wherever did you get them?"

"One of the humans down in Little Earth is growing them. He has a whole garden." He voice was filled with wonder.

"I had no idea." Meg stared at Generi for a second. "How about you take me down to see them? I'll take an allergy pill first, and we can look at them together?"

"I'd like that"

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are fun #sci fi writing #writing

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thetopichot · 3 months

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•° The Middle Ground °•

☆ Prologue ☆

We have been all hyped for this ship & I'm glad that can finally write it for you guys. Consider this as a pilot for a multi-chapter series! I hope you guys enjoy this because I know I'm just gonna enjoy writing this series.

Word Count: 3.2k words!

"&..there we go!" You finished up tying up a beautiful, golden ribbon on some golden dahilas mixed with some white chrysanthemums bouquet. They were absolutely gorgeous & I think you're getting the hang of this! You weren't at Finn's level of the language of flowers but Finn helped you along the way. You were setting up a bouquet for a newly-wed couple while Finn was helping a nice, elderly lady in the front.

Finn finished up talking to the kind, elderly lady & joined you in the back. "Is everything going okay, my love?" Finn hugged you from behind & kissed you on your cheek as he observed your work.

"Yep. I'm all finished with this one. Watcha think?" Finn looked at the bouquet.

"It's beautifully done! Although.." He went to the otherside of the table to see the bouquet. "I think we can add little more, yeah? So let's see what we got.." He looked at the yellow dahlias & the white mums. "How about we add one more flower to fit this theme? Like.." He waited for your answer.

"Roses? Maybe.." You look at the dark red ones. "Those ones?"

"Why the dark red ones, love?" You paused to think.

"They represent eternal love & loyalty?" You said unsure but Finn smiled at your correct answer.

"That's right!" He handled the dark red roses with care & put it on the table. He carefully cut the roses & put them gently inside the bouquet. "There we go... All done!" You looked at the bouquet with awe. It was so gorgeous & elegant. It had this gentle, warm vibe that glowed. Well, these flowers don't glow but, you could feel it glow in your soul.

"Alright, let's review these flower's meaning shall we?" You nodded. "The yellow dahlias? Do you know what they mean?" He looked you for your response.

"Joy & Happiness."

"Correct! & the white mums?"

"Loyalty & Honestly."

"Good job!" He gently grabbed the bouquet & gave you a kiss on the cheek. "You're doing wonderful job, darling. I'm very proud of you." You became a bit bashful.

"Well, I try my best." You humbly said.

"Aww, no need to be so humble! You did a great job." Finn reassured you & pat your shoulder. "Now, let's take this to Ms. Valley." You both walked out the back & went to the front of the store where the kind, old lady was waiting. Finn handed the bouquet to the old lady. "Here you go, ma'am. I hope your son in law enjoys this gift."

She carefully grabbed the bouquet from Finn. "Thank you. You both are truly kind." The lady handed her coins & walked to the exit with the bouquet in hand.

"Thank you, please come again!" Finn sighed in satisfaction. "Another job well done, hmm?" He stretched then checked the time on his watch. "I think it's time for us to take a quick tea break. I'll go heat up some tea for us. Can you keep watch & clean the shop real quick while I make us some tea?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Thank you, darling." Finn gives you a peck on the lips as he walked to the back & prepares the tea. You grabbed the broom & started sweeping some of the dirt from the plants on the floor. You hummed a tune as you brushed the leftover residue from the plants outside. You heard the sound of Finn's teapot whistling. It sounded like it was almost ready.

"Oh, darling!~" Finn cheerfully sang. Finn peeked his head out from the back. "It's ready, love." You finished up cleaning up & put the broom back where you found it. You joined Finn in the back as he was waiting at his tea table with all of the tea cups were placed in a organized fashion. He poured you a cup first then, poured his. You picked up the cup & took a sip.

Your face gleamed with joy. "Ooooo wee!" You exclaimed happily. "That's some good ass tea, baby. You truly never disappoint with your teas."

Finn chuckles softly as he took a sip from his cup. "I'm glad you like it, love. I always try to make it filled with love & care."

You finished your cup quickly. "If this is trying then, I don't think I can even imagine how amazing your tea would taste at your max potential. Like that taste is probably beyond human comprehension because it's just that good."

"Oh, come on. My tea isn't that good." He grabs your teacup & walks towards to the sink. He begins washing the teacups. "Besides like I said, I try. It doesn't mean I'm the best in the world."

"Well, I can give ya 3 main reasons."

"Oh? What reasons are those, darling?"

"You're my boyfriend," You raised a finger. "You're the most sweetest person I've ever met," Another one raised. "& I have tasted all of the things that you make all of the time." The third finger finished the reasons off.

"Ya gotta give yourself more credit, ya know. Have more confidence in yourself, baby." You reassured him. You knew Finn was a capable of great things but Finn was always so humble about it. Many people, including you, have told him so many times in the past of how well he does his craft & within those many times he always replied with:

"I appreciate that but I just like doing my job. It's less like a job but it's something I just enjoy doing. Like a hobby!" You sighed. You wish he could see it as more than just a hobby & see it as a amazing talent that he owns. He is truly a magician at work or more like a witch at work.

"I do just fine with-" Finn was interrupted briefly by the sound of a familiar bell at the front door. "I guess we got ourselves a customer!" You both turned to look at the door but then, he froze. Like god himself struck fear into him. You, however, didn't have much a reaction since the figure was unfamiliar.

You turned back & looked at Finn's frozen stature. "Hey, ya good?"

Finn snapped back into reality & shakes his head comically. "Oh what? Y-Yeah! I'm gooooooood. I'm just uh shit fine! Sooooo fine." You raised a eyebrow.

"If you're fine then, what's with ya & tall, dark, & uhhh.." You looked at the figure & squinted. "I would say ugly but I dunno. They look kinda sexy? Not my type though but ya know. Ya like what ya like." Finn grabbed your shoulders gently & sighed nervously. Man was sweating like a sinner in church.

"T-That is another regular here that so so SO important to me, love. He is one of those um..."

"Flower Critics? Not gonna lie, I didn't know that there were ones to be honest."

"Nooo. He pays very well & by very well, I mean veeeeery well. I'm worried that I might screw up." Finn said nervously.

"Have you ever screwed up on his orders before?" You asked.

"No but I'm not planning on doing that anytime soon. I wouldn't say my arrangements are the issue. It's just that I'm huge chatterbox & the last time I talked about my floral facts, I mayyyyyyy have annoyed him a little bit & I'm just worried that he-" You cupped his face which took him by surprise.

"Finn, I think you're overthinking this wayyy too much plus everyone likes your silly facts. It shows how much you enjoy doing your job & people like that! It makes you very approachable!" You let go of his face. "I'll go with you & be your support, 'kay? So you'll stop shivering like a leaf & maybe you just misinterpreted the interaction a bit." With that bit of reassurance, Finn relaxs his shoulders & lets go of yours.

"That would be great." He gave you a nervous smile. Damn, this guy really made him nervous. You started to have your doubts but you were always taught to never judge a book by it's cover. However, you are starting to let go a bit of that analogy by how Finn described him & his panicked reaction to the mystery guest. Well let's at least meet this guy first.

'It shouldn't be that bad.' You thought of the exact words of what you shouldn't say when you hope that something doesn't go bad. You entered the front together & hoped for the best. As you both entered, you finally saw the figure more up close & personal.

The few things that you could decipher better about the figure was that they were tall, dressed in black, tied up maroon hair, with sharp eyes & rectangle, almost framless, glasses to match. You were also kinda right about the figure being sexy but at the same time, they look like Christian Grey walked outta a damn 2000's Hot Topic.

But besides all that, you could see why Finn would be scared of this supposed "well-paying" customer.

"Sorry for the wait!" Finn cut your thoughts with his cheery, customer service voice. "Welcome back to Talk Floral, Auron!" Huh, so that's what his name was.

"Good afternoon, Finn." His voice was like the feeling of silk to your ears. Well damn, Finn had every right to be nervous. He noticed you within the corner of his piercing milky eyes which caused you to be a nervous too.

"It appears you've brought someone with you this time around?"

"Oh? This is my assistant & partner! They're helping me around the shop today." Finn explained. "They do pretty fine work around here!"

"Hiya." You looked at Auron & gave him a soft smile but he remained unamused & ignored your polite greeting. Finn laughed nervously at this strange interaction as your smiled quickly faded as you raised your eyebrow.

"A-Anyway! What can we do you for this lovely afternoon?

"A rose bouquet. A dozen. That is all." He said so bluntly. Normally, the customers you've met usually weren't this blunt. They would explain the stich with some extra parts to Finn & help fit within their budget. You felt strange & scary vibes from him & you didn't really trust him all much.

"Oh alright!" Finn returned to usually cheery voice. "I assuming it's for something romantic or maybe for family? The holidays are coming by soon." He smiled at him but once again, his cold gaze remained & with the statement of family driving his expression to be even colder.

"That would not be the case."

"Ah. May I ask what's the occasion is for them?"

Auron nodded. "I'm gifting a severance package." You felt a strange relief. Maybe this guy wasn't that much of a asshole? Finn smiled in return of his answer assuming the best.

"Oh, is it a gift of someone retiring from your company? That's actually really sweet of you-" Finn was cut off by Auron.

"I never said it was for someone retiring. I fired someone just recently for his absolute incompetence of his job. So as a little parting gift since it is the holidays, I want to gift him roses." O-kay, scratch that. This guy is a asshole.

You were never really that good at handling customers that well because since you always gave that same energy back. If they were nice, you treated them with respect. If rude customers came into Finn's store, you always set them straight. However, Mr. Auron here is a wealthy customer. Finn's shop has been doing a bit more better since he could now get more better tools & better resources because of him. But god, you really want to cuss this guy out for real.

However, you gotta show restraint. Do it for Finn.

"I don't think roses would send the right message. You know the red roses are known for romance so it would mean-"

"I do not pay you for your opinions or your advice, Finn. I don't care." Finn's neck started to hide similar to a turtle's way of showing fear. "Stop wasting my time."

"Fucking asshole." You muttered quietly to yourself but it wasn't quiet enough. Finn sweated absolute bullets & Auron raised a eyebrow as his cold glare became ice.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh they said nothing! They're weren't talking about you-" Finn lightened the mood however, you intervened.

"I SAID you're a fucking asshole or maybe you're too deaf to hear that, sir." You said with a harsh tone. "I'm surprised your glasses can't see how much of peice of shit you're being right now. Laying off someone before the holidays? That's even more a asshole move."

"Not only that, Finn is trying to help ya here. He's doing his goddamn job. So maybe, you should shut the FUCK up & let him do what he needs to do." Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Finn stood there speechless but his expression was filled with horror like he just witnessed a murder happened before his every eyes & which he did witness a murder but not the kind filled with blood, weapons & the sound of sirens.

The kind filled with words, reading a person, & a wrestling bell going off for the first round.

Auron smirked in response. He was unfazed by your pathetic excuse of a insult. "Oh my", He said, "You have quite the mouth on you, darling." He snarkily replied.

Okay, fuck him for real, dude because ME personally? I wouldn't let that slide.

"The fuck did you just call me?"

"Oh I apologize. I assume you didn't hear me the first time." Auron cleared his throat. "Brat." Oooooh, that pissed you off real good. "Did you hear me now?"

"Okay, FUCK you-"

"Alrighty! Let's not get so hasty towards eachother here!" Finn nervously smiled.

"You're right, Finn." Auron nodded. "At least someone knows how to control one's temper."

He was truly testing your limit & you were genuinely this close to beating this guy's ass. "Do you want me to jump across this counter because I will beat. your. ass."

"If you're feeling froggy then leap, brat."

"BITCH-" You nearly hopped over the counter but Finn grabbed you as you hopped. He placed you back down.

"O-KAY!" Finn loudly interrupted & gently grabbed your hand. "Could you give us oneeeeee moment, please?"

"You may." Auron permitted & then, Finn dragged you gently into the back. He sat you down on the chair.

"Goddess, darling! What's going on?!" He questioned you.

"That fucking hot topic wannabe bastard is what!" You could barely hold a whisper but you tried lowering your voice. "That dude is a goddamn prick!"

"But you didn't have to say it out loud or even just straight-up jump OVER the damn counter!" Finn sighed. "You. Stay here & cool off. I'll handle Auron, okay?" That was the most stern you have heard him in awhile. Whenever Finn is stern, he always sound like a dad scolding his children for fighting. However no matter how angry he was, he always remained gentle.

Finn gently grabbed the roses on the table & he left to tend to Auron as you just sat in the chair. You felt like you were put in the time-out chair which was humiliating but at the same time, you felt bad for how you acted out. Finn doesn't deserve getting a hard time because of you but the way Auron treated him just setted you off. Speaking of which you heard Finn talking to him.

"Brat? Really?" You heard Finn scold Auron as well. "You're just making the situation worse for yourself, Auron."

"Finn, you know how much I don't tolerate brats. Even you know this."

"I do but you could've been at least be more respectful. You're better than that, ya know." Finn sighed as you could the snipping of the roses that Auron asked for. "A rose bouquet?"

"Yes, please." Auron politely responded & caught you off guard a bit. The dude has been a dick to the both of you for the past fifteen minutes. Maybe it's the magic of Finn's dad voice. You got off outta your chair & took a sneaky peak through the corridor.

Auron's face was a lot more gentle towards Finn then he did with you. His face was less furrowed but his face still remained neutral. It was his eyes & eyebrows that got softer. Not only that. His voice had less authority & a demanding tone. It was how you heard it the first time.

Like silk to your ears.

"I apologize for causing you trouble. I don't like starting a confrontation especially not over that." Auron apologized to Finn but not really to you.

"It's alright." You couldn't really see Finn's face since his back was faced towards you but you could always hear the smile. No matter the situation or how bad the situation is Finn was always capable of smiling through it all.

"However, my point still stands. You gotta let your guard down a little more often. You can't be cold to everyone to see."

"I cannot afford that." His gentle voice was gone when he said that. It wasn't completely harsh or cold. However, it sounded strange to you.

Finn stopped for a second & tilted his head. "Wait, why?"

"It's just..." He paused & thought about his words wisely. "Complicated."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't too." Auron relaxed but he didn't feel satisfied by his answer. It was like there was something more that he wanted to say but the more the room got silent with the small sounds of snipping & he pushed down whatever he wanted to say more.

Finn handed the finished rose bouquet to Auron. He handed his amount for the bouquet & both of your eyes go wide. "A-Auron! This is wayyy too much for just single bouquet! You sure this wasn't a mistake or anything?"

"I don't make mistakes. I'm always sure of things. If I gave you much more than asked then keep it. Consider as my apology & my gratitude for taking your time." Auron walked towards the door with bouquet in hand.

Before he left. "Oh, & Finn?"

"Yes?"

"Be more confident in what you do." Then he left without anymore words. Finn just stood there in confusion. He wasn't sure what to say but:

"Please come by...again." You come out from the breakroom & knocked on the frame of the door. Finn jumped & quickly turned to look at you. He gave you a defeated look. "You heard everything, didn't you?"

"Saw everything too." You joined him at the front. "& I have several questions to ask you."

"Me too." You raised your eyebrow at that comment. "I wish I could answer all of those questions, darling." He rested his arm on the counter & his hand held his head. "I don't know the answers of any of them." Finn sighed heavily.

"Well, maybe for starters..." You thought as you looked at the counter as you thought of what to ask. You noticed a black card & picked it up. You read it & it said: 'Talent Agency 717-XXX-XXXX.'

"We could take a look at this card. Maybe it might have the information that we need."

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - I was editing this during a urgent care visit because my mouth hurts like a real fucking bitch right now so, I'm getting it checked out. Also during me writing this, there was a fire nearby the urgent care & I legit no idea how that happened but yeah.

I've also put the word count because I'm proud of how many words I've written. I wrote that much in a hot minute so, I kinda wanted to give myself bragging rights for writing so much & I honestly deserve it. I worked hard on something I enjoy doing & that's something that I don't really do often cause of work.

I try to write at least everyday whether that be rambling or fanfics. It gives me time to enjoy the things that I want to do. It's a small goal but I think it's a big success for me.

Also there are little secrets around here too that might foreshadow the story here. >:}

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #writing #auron yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #finn yuurivoice #mg darling #tmg darling #the middle ground #middle ground #prologue #fanfiction #fanfic #writeblr #Darling sqaures up to Auron #Finn however is NOT allowing that bullshit in his damn house (shop)

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fallensapphires · 8 months

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Flowers: Dahilas

August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on the cob. Vivid dahlias fling huge tousled blossoms through gardens and joe-pye-weed dusts the meadow purple.

#Jean Hersey #dahlia #dahlias #Flowers #fall flowers #autumn flowers #Dahlia flower #fall aesthetic #flower aesthetic #flower moodboard #nature #nature moodboard #nature aesthetic #aesthetic #moodboard #natural world

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himbos-hotline · 18 days

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someone who has more brain power than me right now, talk about Hangman and his use of flowers on his ring gear/clothes and the language of flowers please

like how the flowers hes wearing on that shirt in the promo where he mentions that hes "filled head to toe with poision" are possibly dahlias and how dahilas represent kindness and everlasting love and innerstrength and how red dahlias are a sign of confidence and love

and the thistles on his ring pants when its the dark order vs the elite mean fierceness and bravery but also the fact that thistles are weeds and are seen as always a negetive thing despite the positive ideals and ideas

and how the dogwood are not only the national flower of virginia but is also rumoured and believed to have been the wood that the cross was carved out off to hang jesus. But how some dogwoods are poisionous

and the barbed wire crown of thorns.

#hangman page #anyone tags this as strickpage I am strick-paging my suicide note #[for legal reasons thats a joke yall can tag how yall want]

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cistranny · 2 years

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[ID: A photo of a semi-realistic artwork of Dahila Hawthorne from Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations. The art is cropped above her chest and is done at 3/4 view point with Dahila looking straight at the viewer with a blank expression. Pink dahila and white hawthorn flowers adorn her, wrapping around and covering the right of her face and the left of her neck. She is wearing the poison necklace that she gifts to Phoenix along with her canonical appearance, however her eye colour is more red. Her right hand reaches up to her left shoulder and her finger tips rest upon it. In the photo, there are lighting filters and a blue glow emanating from the necklace. The background is a light pink with a smaller square of many colours swirling together in an abstract manner, the colours are different tones of pink, blue and purple. /end ID]

#Dahila Hawthorne #Ace Attorney #Art #Drawing #Digital art #Described #Described art #Image description #aa3 #Dahila Hawthrone #id #Almost 5hours Of drawing and I still Do Not like it #Hyghhh #My girlfriend wanted me 2 draw Dahila so.#Ace Attorney Three #ace attorney trials and tribulations

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it-was-funeral-grey · 1 year

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Phantoms of you (Ghost x F!Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: It's always easier to admit something when you think you have nothing to lose.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, mentions of kissing, vulgarities, weapons, violence, death and destruction, mentions of food and birthdays, Simon is taller than reader.

Word count: <2.8k

Inspired by: Phantom of the Opera - Andrew Lloyd Webber

"And do I dream again? For now I find, the Phantom of the opera is there."

Author's note: I hope this is ok, i tried :')

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

The server had offered him a new job. Something about eliminating an ex-intelligence agent that had accessed the server.

He'll take any job. It doesn't matter how tough.

Anything to keep his mind off her.

("Oh my god! Yes!")

Her.

Her with somebody else.

(Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the man, offering a hand to help him off the floor.

Simon doesn't remember ever being able to make her look at him like that.)

Her.

Her and her new ring.

(She had held his hand so gently as he stood up.

She was always so, so gentle.)

His Dahila.

Fuck.

Simon slams the car door shut, and the loud sound temporarily silences the sound of her laughter in his head.

The mission, Simon thinks. Focus.

"What the hell, LT?" a man complains. "We're supposed to be quiet! What if we get caught?"

Not a bad idea, Simon decides. He'd gladly give himself up if it meant he'd stop thinking about her. He'll gift wrap himself up. Tie a bow on his head. They'd torture and mock him, and he'd thank them.

The pain of torture is a small price to pay to distract him from the ache in his chest.

Maybe he should include a thank you card as well.

(She had made him a card for his birthday.)

No, don't start now.

Ignoring his sergeant, Simon walks away from the car, pushing past branches to look over the cliff. A short distance below, amongst the trees, stands a dirty, small building about four stories tall. A small jump is all it'd take to access the roof.

(She had cut out little ghosts from papers of all colours and stuck them onto the front of the card.

"It's you, Simon! Mini yous!")

By the time Simon returns to the car, Soap has already laid out their weapon in the car boot.

"Get the rappelling gear out," Simon instructs, moving over to him. "A building with four stories. No windows. No enemies on the ground. Make a jump to the roof - it's a small jump - and head down. I'll head up and meet you halfway."

"Got it." Soap replies, leaning further into the boot to retrieve the gear, while Simon starts to check their weapons.

(She had sprinkled glitter all over the front page of the card. He was washing glitter off his person for days after. Gaz and Soap had made fun of him for weeks.)

Stop. Simon lets out a grunt and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Alright, LT?" Soap's voice is laced with concern as he hands the gear over.

Great, Simon thinks. Now Soap is worried.

"Nothin' to worry about," Simon curtly replies, placing the gear on the floor. "Carry on." He then resumes his weapon check, giving his rifle a once over.

(Inside, she had drawn an adorable picture of the two of them. A stick man with a skull face was him, while a stick woman holding a flower to his side was her. The two figures had a bent line attaching them to each other, which he assumes is supposed to represent them holding hands.)

Simon grabs a loaded magazine, missing the magazine well twice before finally managing to insert it into the rifle.

(Above the two figures, a 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' was written, every letter of a different colour. Simon had never known that there were so many colours.

Once again, she shows him that life is full of surprises, and he feels like a child discovering something new and exciting again.)

Simon reaches for his pistol, nearly dropping it as he checks it. He ignores Soap's concerned glance, opting to prove that he's fine by expertly reloading the gun.

(She had used stickers of trees and flowers to make a garden for the figures to stand in. The card is beautiful.

But the sight next to him was absolutely breathtaking.)

He ends up hitting the pistol out of his hands with its magazine. Soap looks away, pretending not to see his lieutenant's slip up.

Cheeks burning under the balaclava and white skull mask, Simon picks up the pistol, forcing it into his thigh holster with a vengeance. Standing up, he gathers his knives, inspecting each and every one of them.

(She was blushing.

Oh lord.

Her eyes shift from side to side as she fidgets with her fingers. She looks so shy, so precious, and so, so cute.

Hang him for lying if he said he didn't get an ego boost, knowing he was the cause. His hand clenches a throw pillow, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her and-

"Could you…turn to the back of the card?" she whispered her request, shifting uncomfortably on the couch beside him.

How could he refuse his beautiful woman?

Reluctantly pulling his eyes from her, he looks back down at the card, turning it around…

And is greeted by a blank page.

"Hm? There's noth-"

A hand cups his cheek, and there's a warm, light pressure on the other. He feels her press into his side, her warmth immediately spreading over his arms.

She's so close.

But it's all gone in less than a second.)

Enough, Simon pleads to himself. But it seemed the more he tried to run away, the faster the memories chased him.

The memories sting like salt in a wound, reminding him of what he had, and had so carelessly thrown away.

He should have been stronger. He should have had more trust in them. He should have explained what was happening and dealt with it together with her.

But he didn't.

(Simon stares at her as she pulls away, sitting back down.)

Fuckin' hell.

(She's nervous as she gazes up at him, face entirely flushed.)

Simon grips the hilt of his knife so hard it cracks.

(A second that feels like an eternity of silence passes.

She hides her face behind her hands.

Don't do that.

Gently pulling her hands away from her face, Simon pins them into the couch's backrest, shifting to stand in front of her.

"I'm so sorry! I should have asked you first I-"

"Don't do that."

"I'm really sorry! I'll-"

"Don't ever hide your face from me."

"Huh?!"

And the last of Simon's self-control disappears.)

"Bloody, fuckin' hell!" with a yell, Simon thrust the knife into the nearest surface, the blade digging deep into the inner side of the car boot.

"Jesus, LT! What's gotten into ya?"

(The feel of her lips against his. Her arms pulling him closer. The look in her eyes when he-)

It's too much. Every memory shatters his heart into impossibly smaller pieces.

Everything reminds him of her. He can't block it. He's always prided himself on having the perfect defence in combat, but when it comes to her, he's helpless.

(He could confide in her every dark thought, memory and thing he'd done.

She'd accept him as he is. Listening as he falls apart in her embrace.

And Simon thinks that for her, he wants to be stronger. To be better. To be a happier person, all for her.)

This has to stop before it gets Soap and him killed. He needs to calm down.

Simon examines the area. Recalling the route here, Simon remembers that they had driven past a field not far from their current location.

"We leave in fifteen. I need to take a walk."

"LT!"

Most people think intelligence agents are 'super spies' and carry out dangerous missions to obtain tidbits of information.

They couldn't be more wrong.

Intelligence agents are no different than regular folk. They run to catch the bus to work. They worry about rent. They wonder what they're having for lunch.

They really are just regular people. Minus the fact that they manage and collect top-secret military data daily.

As an intelligence agent, your role is simple. Organise and analyse the data you collect from espionage agents and send it to the respective teams that require them via the Special Ops server. It's pretty much an office job with regular hours.

(It is rare that intelligence agents would be assigned to work directly with special ops teams, let alone be able to speak with them.

"You'll be working with a soldier from the UK. You are temporarily relieved of all other duties until this mission is finished."

"A single soldier? Not a team?"

"Yeah, he's that good. Focus all your efforts on making sure he completes his mission.")

After the laptop crashed, Samuel freaked out.

("The fuck did you just do?" He shouts, reaching over to the laptop.

"It's normal for laptops like yours to crash when accessing the server," you replied, flinching when Samuel slammed the laptop shut. "Normal laptops aren't built to handle that much data all at once. You'll need to replace the CPU."

A lie. That wasn't why it crashed. But it seemed to convince Samuel.

"So? Who are they?"

"Task force 141."

"…That's all you've got?" He huffs. "That's not enough."

"If you get me another laptop, I can search up more." you plead.

He'll kill you and Max the moment you have no use.

You need more time.

"Ha! It'll just crash like this one!"

"But I'm faster than that," you assure. "Now that I know what team I'm looking for, I'll have enough time to access their files before the computer crashes again."

There's silence as Samuel considers your proposal.

"Fine," Samuel concedes. "I'll get you another laptop."

You fight back a sigh of relief.

Grabbing the broken device, Samuel walks to the ladder and climbs out of the basement, leaving you alone.)

Your sense of time has gone to hell.

You're not sure how long it's been since Samuel left, but you're thankful for a moment of solitude.

A lonely, final moment of peace before you either get burned alive with Max or get gunned down by Special Ops. You hope it's the latter.

Knowing how fast the intelligence team is, a Special Ops team is probably on their way to kill you. Or maybe they're already here, preparing to strike.

You retired from the intelligence team 3 years ago.

Accessing the server again means that Special Ops would come, and that's what you want. Thankfully, Samuel didn't know that. He's always been careless.

The Special Ops will come here, kill your captors and save Max.

But they'd kill you too.

To them, Max is a prisoner. But you are a traitor who sells secrets to enemies.

They won't hear you out. They'll shoot you and bring your corpse back for verification before dumping you into an unmarked grave.

Yeah, you've heard the stories. You've even helped to track down people like you before.

Tears cloud your vision, but you blink them away.

No, you can't cry. If you do, that'll make things worse.

("Let it out, love," Simon had whispered in your ear. "I'm here.")

God dammit.

("Hey, look at me," Simon's voice is gentle yet commanding. Dropping his gun, he cups your face. "I said look at me. You're safe now."

Your knees buckle, and Simon slowly lowers you to the ground. He held you close, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sobbed into his vest.

He lets you stay like that for a while before standing and helping you up.

"We have to go.")

Pathetic.

You're going to die, and the only person you think about is him.

A tear rolls down your cheeks.

Him.

Him and the way he saved your life that night.

(There were tears in her eyes as she aimed the gun at you.

"Please…just walk away."

"You know I can't do that, Eliza-"

"Yes, you can! Just turn around and go!" Her grip on the trigger tightened.

"Eliza, please!"

"I won't shoot! I promise! Just go-"

A gunshot.

She was on the ground now. Something is pooling beneath her.)

Him.

Him and meeting in person for the first time.

("Are you alright?" a voice asks.

It sounds so familiar.

It sounds like him.

You can't respond. You can't move.

Your eyes are fixed on Eliza as she dies before you.

The sound of footsteps.

Now there's someone in a white skull mask before you, blocking you.

The only thing you see is him.)

You can't control it. You clamp a hand over your mouth as you begin to sob.

Him.

Him and the way he had carried you to safety.

(Simon had you in a bridal carry, darting through the trees as bullets whizzed past.

"Close your eyes," he pants. "It'll be over soon."

He suddenly lurches forward, and you feel his arm around you tense.

You let out a gasp. He's been shot!

"It's fine," he groans, readjusting his grip on you. "Hold on tight."

He doesn't stop running, even as more bullets begin to pierce his body.

His grip on you never loosened. Even when you begged him to let you down so you could help him.

He doesn't stop.

Not until you were safe.)

There are shouts from above, followed by the sound of gunshots.

They're here.

("I won't…let anyone hurt you," he had promised, voice slurring. "No…one, you hear?"

It took two medics to pull your hands out of his.

Still trying to protect you, even when delirious from blood loss. That spoke volumes about the strength of his resolve.)

You promised, you whimper. Where are you, Simon?

Wiping your tears, you let out a hollow laugh.

Of course you're not coming.

There's no Simon to save you now.

I want to see you, Simon. Just one last time, ok?

You humour yourself for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe if you try and imagine hard enough, he'd appear before you.

Above, the pounding of footsteps mixed with gunshots intensifies.

I waited for you, Simon. Every day. I'd take the long way home after work just to check if you're at the bar.

Feelings you had locked shut come pouring out of your heart. But the one you wanted to give those feeling to isn't here.

I found someone new, Simon. He treats me kindly. He helps out at the shop sometimes. He proposed to me. We're getting married.

The shouts of men pierce through the basement hatch.

But I still take the long way home. I still wear the ring you made me. I still make you a birthday card every year.

It's quieter now, with only the occasional firing of a gun.

They're checking their kills. Your captors are dead.

It'd only be a moment before they check the basement.

Do you know why, Simon?

There are footsteps directly above you. You hear a man mutter something.

Do you know why, Simon?

You don't want to admit it, even if it's to yourself.

You hear the hatch above you open. Your fingers tremble. Your heart pounds inside your chest. Your squeeze your eyes even harder, preparing yourself.

You don't want to die. You're not ready to go.

I'm scared, Simon.

Someone lands on the basement floor. You hear the rustling of gear.

"She's here, LT!" a voice calls out.

You hear the sound of a gun reloading, and another person lands in the basement.

You want to run. You want the opportunity to at least try to run for your life. But Samuel had chained your legs to the chair. There's no chance of escape.

Do you know why, Simon?

One set of footsteps quickly approaches you. You clench your jaw.

"LT…?"

Any second now, the killing shot is coming.

Do you really want to leave without even admitting it one last time?

Do you know why, Simon?

"Because I love you, Simon!" it comes out more like a cry, than a declaration.

There, you've said it.

You still love Simon Riley.

You have never stopped loving him.

Despite your heart pounding in fear, you feel at peace.

There's silence in the room, but not a second later, it's broken by the sound of a rifle shifting.

Taking aim for your head, you suppose.

But just as you hear that, there's a loud thud and a groan.

"What the FUCK, LT!"

The loud sound shocks your eyes open. You look up from your lap, wondering what is dragging out your imminent execution.

Just to be greeted by the sight of a man in a white skull mask.

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