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She’s a Fire-Chapter I
Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)
She’ll be my 3rd degree
(next chapter here)
Warnings: dry humping, fluff, etc.
A/N: I don’t believe you have to read Ain’t No Sunshine but I think it might help.
You pull into Penny’s a little before 11 and she meets you in the driveway.
“Rowan, how nice to see you again! How was the drive? You must be exhausted” she says as she takes a bag from you.
“Nice to see you too! It wasn’t bad, I tried to pull over and sleep but I couldn’t. And yes, I am pooped,” you laugh as you follow her up the stairs. “Thank you so much for this and everything, Sunny too. You have no idea how much stress this has taken off me.”
“No problem at all. Sun left most of the furniture except her bed, she said you were bringing yours?”
“Yeah, my apartment in Denver was furnished, but I bought my own bed. I think the movers will be here Monday, they’ll get the majority of my other things too.”
“Sounds good, I hope you don’t mind, but I made up the pullout for you.” She says as she unlocks the door for you.
“Oh, you are a lifesaver. Thank you! I was gonna crash on the nearest flat surface.”
“You’re welcome. Here’s the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom is here and the bedroom next to it. Do you want help getting anything else out of your car? Otherwise, I’ll get out of your hair and let you rest.”
“Oh, thank you, but that’s okay. I’ve got everything I need for now in these 2 bags, I’ll bring up the rest later.” You yawn.
“Sounds good, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be at the party later, I’ve got to take Amelia to her dad’s first”.
“Great. Thank you again.”
She squeezes your shoulder and closes the door behind her.
You slip your shoes off and set an alarm before plugging your phone on and falling into a deep sleep.
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A few hours later you arrive at the Hard Deck; showered, hair curled into loose waves down your back, and clad in a green sundress. You feel great and look even better.
It’s only 3:40, so you take a seat at the bar while you wait. The door swings open and you check out the hunk who walked through. Tight jeans on thick thighs, a white tank stretched over his pecs under a godawful Hawaiian shirt. He somehow pulls it off, same with the mustache he sports. You look away before he sees you staring and poke at your drink.
You check your phone in your lap to see if Sunny’s texted, but nothing. There’s movement to your right, someone’s taken the empty seat beside you. It’s the pornstache hunk. You can feel him staring after he orders.
“Before you ask, yes. The curtains match the drapes.” You say with a smile, not looking at him.
He chokes on his drink. “What? I didn’t- I wasn’t going—“ he sputters, choking on his beer.
You laugh as you turn towards him. He’s even more handsome up close. Brown eyes, a strong nose, and scars on his cheek add character. A flush is crawling up his neck, you caught him off guard.
He’s looking you over too. Deep green blue eyes, pouty painted lips, long red hair.
“I haven’t seen you here before. I’d remember you.” He says, eyes dipping to your lips.
“You’re right. I just moved here from Colorado.”
“What made you decide to come here?”
“Job offer and I wanted a change of scenery”.
“Oh yeah? What do you do?”
“Chemical engineering.”
He whistles lowly.
“What about you, pornstache? What do you do for a living?”
“Pornstache?” He chuckles. “I’m a naval aviator.”
“Ah, I see. Call sign?”
“Rooster.”
You glance at his groin before meeting his eyes again, cocking a brow. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, voice a little husky. He clears his throat and takes another drink. “You here alone?”
You shake your head, “No, I’m meeting a friend here, she should be here soon. You?”
“Same, who are you meeting? I might know them?”
“Her name is S—oh shit,” you say as a drunk uniform spills his nearly full beer in your lap.
“Ohhh, my bad. Need my help taking your wet dress off?” He slurs, his stale beer breath hitting your face.
“No thanks,” you say, sighing as you try and mop it up.
“Come on, I was just kidding. You should lighten up” he leers, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder.
“She said no thanks. Apologize and get the hell outta here, Ensign Johnson. I’ll be having a discussion with your commanding officer on Monday about teaching you to respect a lady.” Bradley says from behind you with a commanding tone.
“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t know she was with you, Rooster, I mean Lt. Bra—“
“It doesn’t matter if she’s with me or not. You spilled a drink on her, didn’t apologize, and then tried to hit on her. Now, apologize.” He rises to his feet.
“I-I’m sorry ma’am, for the drink and…and”
“It’s fine, you better go now.” You reply, still trying to mop the mess.
He and his buddies scurry away.
“Come with me, I can get you some towels. I used to work here.” He says, holding out his hand.
You take it. “That’d be great, thanks.”
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He brings you to a storage room and hands you some clean towels.
“Damn it. It’s no use. It’s satin, so even when it dries I’m still gonna look like I peed my pants” you laugh, holding the wet material off your thighs.
“Could your friend bring you something to change into?” He asks, taking the wet one from you.
“I’m sure she would. Wait, I have clothes in my car yet. Know how I told you I just moved here? Well…like literally moved here today and didn’t bring all of the boxes in yet. I’m gonna soak my underwear thought if I don’t get this off soon.”
“Do you want me to get you something from your car?”
“You’d do that?” You asked, surprised. You were used to men who did the bare minimum.
“Of course, gotta show you how most naval men act, not like that jackass. Give me your keys and I’ll grab you something.”
“Thank you, it’s the white Volkswagen in the back. There’s dresses on top in the trunk, any of them should work.”
“You got it, be back in a second.”
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You unzip the dress and step out of it as soon as he leaves, unable to stand the feeling of wet satin sticking to your thighs. Leaving you in your heels, bra, and lacy boyshorts. You turn to look for something to put it in and you see a box of plastic bags on the top shelf. You stand on your tiptoes and almost have it…
“Does this one work? I think it’ll look nice with your eyes. Shit, sorry!” You hear the door close and he turns around.
Oops, he was back faster than you thought.
“No worries, I just had to get it off, it was irritating my skin. I figured this is no different than seeing me in a bikini” You walk up behind him. He flinches when you touch his shoulder to turn him around to take the dress.
He slowly turns to you and gulps, looking towards the ceiling, trying to be respectful.
You’re not sure what’s gotten into you as you step closer and ‘accidentally’ brush the bulge growing in his jeans as you reach for the dress.
“Yeah, Rooster makes sense.” You smile as he sucks in a breath and drops his head to look at you.
You rise to your tiptoes to kiss him, which he returns immediately with enthusiasm. His hands go straight to your ass and squeeze, groaning into your mouth. He’s an ass man apparently.
His hands slide lower and he lifts you, turning to pin you against the door, his jean-clad erection pressed right against your core. You pull off his lips with a whine, and he kisses a path down your neck, his mustache tickling in the best way.
His hips continue rocking against yours, and he groans as he can feel your wet heat through the layers.
“Keep going, just like that” you pant, surprised that you’re getting close.
He groans again, lower this time, and sucks a bruise below your collarbone. The little zing of pain is enough to push you over the edge. Your legs tighten around his waist and your hands weave into his hair to tug his head up for a kiss and he swallows your whimpers.
Once you catch your breath, he sets you down, “That was so fucking hot” he pants against your lips.
You smile and bring your hand to his zipper, ready to return the favor but his phone dings, startling you both.
“Shit! What time is it? My friend was supposed to be here at 4.” You say, pulling your dress on and smoothing your hair. Thankfully the dress covers the mark he left by your collarbone.
“4:33, my friends are here too.” He says, putting his phone back in his pocket.
“I’m sorry about your…situation, but I really gotta go find my friend but I’ll be here for a while tonight, come find me?” you ask as you grab your purse.
“It’s okay, I gotta go too. I just…need a minute,” he chuckles, “but yeah, I’ll find you”.
You run your fingertips across the front of his pants and kiss his cheek. “See you around”.
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You spot her curly hair from across the bar.
“Sunny!” You say, wrapping her in a hug.
“Row! Sorry I was late, I was uh-preoccupied?” Well, that explains her baby giraffe legs. “Hey, this is Bob, my boyfriend.” She says.
“Nice to meet you finally, I’m Rowan,” you say with a smile, shaking his hand. He returns it.
“Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.” Sunny asks.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little nervous is all.” Yeah, she’s not gonna buy that.
“Don’t be! Everyone’s gonna love you. Oh, there’s Bradley now. I’ll introduce you.” Sunny says, waving someone over.
Pornstache’s eyes widen when he sees you behind Sunny.
“Bradley, this is my good friend Rowan from college. She’s the engineer moving here from Colorado, staying at Pen’s apartment,” Sunny turns to you, “and this is Bradley, my childhood friend. Our dads flew together in the Navy”.
“Rowan. That’s a pretty name. What does it mean?” Bradley asks you.
“Little redhead. I bet you can figure out why my parents chose it” you smirk, holding out your hand. “Great to meet you, Bradley.”
He takes your hand. “Likewise” he murmurs, looking at your lips, which turn up into a seductive smile.
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Wellllllll there’s part one. Whatcha think? Lmk if you want to be added to this stories taglist!
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The Temptation Chapter 4
Priest!Bucky
Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault
Bucky had not seen or heard from Y/N since that confessional night. He didn’t expect to, but it made him more anxious the longer he didn’t. Would she actually come try to talk to him? What would he say? What would he do? Why would he suggest that?
”Father Barnes,” Father Richards called out as Bucky was in the courtyard garden reading.
”Yes?”
“We have a meeting set up with Miss Y/L/N and her estate lawyer tonight at 8 pm”. Bucky’s breath hitched. “She wants to do the reading of the will here. Hopefully Constance was quite generous to us,” he said.
”Yes, hopefully,” Bucky smiled politely.
That night could not have come sooner. By 7:55 Bucky was positively buzzing. He heard the tapping of heels in the hallway and immediately stood, Father Richards following his lead. A man walked in ahead of Y/N in a fancy suit, looking very self-important. Y/N was looking at the floor as she walked in. Bucky had to restrain himself from making a noise as he ogled her. She was wearing black again, this time a low cut, lacy black shift dress that stopped mid thigh. She had an oversized black suit jacket over it, her bare legs ending with black strappy heels on her feet. Her pink hair was still pulled up in a scarf like the day he met her, showing off her neck and the gold chain and earrings she wore. That damn blood red lipstick was on her lips again. She looked like sin, and he secretly loved it.
”Welcome,” Father Richards greeted them. “Please sit.”
The lawyer sat and before Y/N could take the other chair she stared at the desk. “Is this a new desk?”
”Yes,” Bucky piped up, looking at her earnestly. “The other was faulty, so I got rid of it.”
”Got rid of it? He took the fire alarm ax to it and hacked it, saying we needed firewood!” Father Richards laughed. The lawyer chuckled at the absurdity, but Y/N stared at Bucky. He gave her a slight nod. She blinked, gave him a dazed nod back and sat down.
”Well, let’s get on with it,” the lawyer started. “Here is the last will and testament…” he droned on in legal jargon that was all gibberish to Y/N and Bucky. They kept glancing at each other, a silent conversation seeming to happen between them. After almost an hour, since Constance had a lot of money to spread out, he said, “Ah, here it is, after all the other charitable donations. ‘Lastly, I leave a charitable donation of’…” he seemed to double check the number, “‘$2,000,000 to the Brooklyn parish of the New York City Catholic Church’.” Y/N huffed a laugh, her eyes rolling. “‘The rest of my estate, the home, the assets, and the sum of $8,887,124.36, will go to my granddaughter, Y/N Y/L/N’. And that’s it. Congratulations to all of you,” the lawyer stood, giving the priests and Y/N handshakes. “Your checks will be sent to you by tomorrow morning, all other assets and the home should be in your name already, Miss Y/L/N.”
”Thank you,” Y/N gave him a nod.
”Let me show you out,” Father Richards led the lawyer out of the office, leaving Y/N and Bucky alone. Y/N looked everywhere other than at Bucky, contemplating what she had been left with.
”Congratulations,” Bucky said, trying to break the silence.
“The same to you,” she whispered, sparing him a glance.
”Yes, the parish will get some much needed updates with that amount. Maybe throw some fun parties,” he tried to keep the conversation going. Y/N just nodded. She finally took a deep breath and looked at him.
”Could we talk?” She asked.
”Sure,” Bucky answered a little too quickly.
”Alone?” Y/N pressed.
”Yes,” Bucky said. “We can go to the back somewhere.”
”Lead the way—“
“Miss Y/L/N, what a great blessing from Constance,” Father Richards returned, making them both jump. “Thank you for working with us. I know you’re not fond of us but I hope you won’t be a stranger.”
“Oh, sure, thank you Father,” Y/N gave him a quick handshake and an odd look.
“I’ll uh, show you out,” Bucky offered.
Bucky led her to the front doors. As she stepped out he said in a low voice, “Come around the back towards the garden. I can let you in from there.” Y/N nodded and walked off to the left towards the back. Bucky walked briskly through the halls towards the back of the church, past the kitchens and the nuns quarters. Thankfully it was late enough that people weren’t milling about and he was able to get back to his personal area without being seen. This was dangerous. He could feel it in his bones. And yet he kept walking. He reached the door that connected the garden to the church and wrenched it open for her. Y/N was already there and thanked him as she stepped in. He led her down the last corridor that led to his room.
She realized when she stepped in it was his personal room. It was small, with a full sized bed, a small desk in one corner and a closet and bathroom on the opposite side. He also had a bookshelf that was filled with books, some she recognized as books she had recommended to him, which made her smile wistfully. Y/N could also feel the danger of this situation, but felt it was important to get it done here and now.
”You can have a seat on the bed if you’d like,” Bucky offered.
”Thank you,” Y/N said quietly, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. Her dress rode up a bit on her thighs, making Bucky blush and look away, feeling flustered at the fact she was here, on his bed.
”So, uh, what did you wanna talk about?” Bucky pulled the chair at the desk out and sat it in front of her so he could face her. He kept it a couple of feet away as he sat down.
Y/N breathed deeply. Bucky tried hard to focus on her face rather than her lace covered cleavage rising as she breathed. “I need to tell you something.”
Bucky nodded. This was the moment. He still had no plan, no idea, for what he would say or do in response.
Y/N blew out a puff of air and laughed at herself then closed her eyes. “I like you Bucky.”
“I like you, too,” he answered automatically.
“No, I…I really like you,” Y/N opened her eyes. “In a way that I shouldn’t.” She shifted on his bed as she looked down again. “I want…to do things with you that you can’t do. And because of that, I have to leave.”
“What?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m leaving,” Y/N glanced at him. “I’m going to renovate and keep the brownstone as a home base, but I’m going back out to do more travel photography. I just can’t…” she paused as she looked at him. “I can’t stay and keep running into you everywhere. Have these coffee dates that aren’t dates. Constantly crave something that I can’t have because you won’t choose me, and I don’t want to make you choose!” she rushed out the last part. “You’ve been a great friend to me, and I have enjoyed these last few months I’ve been here, but I can’t do this anymore.”
She made a move like she was going to lift herself off the bed. Bucky immediately reacted, moving from off the chair to a kneeling position in front of her, making her legs spread to accommodate him and a gasp fall from her lips. His hands cupped her cheeks like they did a few weeks back and held her there, staring into her eyes.
“Don’t,” he begged. “Don’t leave…”
Y/N’s mouth dropped open as she watched him. She loved the sight of him kneeling and begging before her, something she didn’t know she would be interested in but it was lighting that forbidden fire deep within her. His big blue eyes were pleading with her. Her face twisted into a look like she was in pain.
“I can’t stay,” she whispered, her eyes looking sad as her head tilted, nuzzling into one of his hands.
Bucky wasn’t sure who leaned in first. It didn’t matter. Next thing either of them knew their lips met. Bucky had not kissed anyone since he was a teenager, so he had forgotten the euphoric feeling, and now that he got a taste of his forbidden fruit he was insatiable. Her lips were soft as they moved against his with desperation. Bucky didn’t know what he was doing and followed his instincts, his hands slipping to the back of her neck to hold her close, then slipping down her back to bring her body flush with his. Y/N’s arms wound around his neck and he felt like he was melting into her embrace. Her fingers ran through his hair and as she scratched softly down his scalp he whimpered against her mouth. Her legs caged his hips against his bed as her hands explored, cupping his jaw and then moving her lips away from his mouth to start kissing his cheek, then down to his neck, one hand holding his neck in place and the other ripping at his Roman collar, popping a button for her lips to gain more access to his throat, then scratching down his chest. Bucky’s head fell back, his eyes rolling in his head as his hands found her hips then ran down her bare thighs, kneading the plushy skin.
Bucky’s eyes landed on a cross that was hung on the opposite wall in his room that he had draped Constance’s rosary on. He had a flash of guilt surge through him that was quickly replaced with pleasure when she sucked on his neck. He felt like this was a whole new type of worship. The popular song he’d heard from a few years back flashed through his mind: “Take me to church.” The devilish, carnal side of him knew in that moment that he would abandon the cross, abandon his promises and covenants, if it meant that his church was this: this woman, this pleasure, this sweet release.
Y/N’s lips traveled back up to his mouth. He kissed her hungrily as she opened her mouth and her tongue licked along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and she dipped her tongue in, tasting him. She let out a moan and Bucky chased the sound with his tongue. He suddenly lifted himself up and pushed Y/N to the bed on her back, one of his knees settling between her legs right at her core, making her shiver in his arms. He took his turn in kissing and licking down her throat until he reached her chest, burying his face into her cleavage as he smelled and kissed her. He wanted to suffocate in her.
Y/N’s hips rocked against his knee, searching for the friction she desired. As her head tilted back her eyes fell on the cross and rosary on his wall and she stiffened. Bucky froze when he felt her tense up. He looked up at her and followed her eye line to the cross.
“Stop,” she said, pushing him back by his shoulders. Bucky immediately got up but stayed close.
“Y/N,” he started.
“This was a mistake,” Y/N muttered as she adjusted her clothes and stood up from the bed. She grabbed her bag and started walking towards the door.
“No, Y/N wait, please!” Bucky grabbed her arm. She wrenched it out of his hold.
“NO! No Bucky. This is wrong. I’m sorry,” she paused, stifling a sob behind her hand. “I’m sorry I tempted you.”
“What? Y/N you didn’t tempt me. I’m a grown man who can make my own choices, and I chose to be here, alone, with you, because I wanted to. You didn’t make me do anything,” Bucky stood in front of her. “I wanted that. I want this,” he gestured between the two of them.
“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N cried.
“How could it not matter?” Bucky asked incredulously.
“Because you can’t have us both!” Y/N yelled, pointing towards the cross. Bucky sighed defeatedly when he glanced at the cross again. “And I won’t make you choose.”
“I just want you,” Bucky said desperately.
Y/N shook her head as she side-stepped him. “Goodbye Bucky.” She took her heels off so she wouldn’t make too much noise walking along the hard floors and opened his door. “See you when I see you.”
“Y/N,” Bucky whispered but she was already halfway down the hallway, ducking around the corner and back towards the side door he’d let her in earlier. Bucky broke down in tears for the first time in years as he watched her leave. He closed his door and sat down beside it as he wept. Everything he felt was too conflicting. Devotion pulling him two different ways, the lust he’d been drunk on, the guilt eating him from the inside out, her smell still floating around the room making him aroused but devastated. He got up and walked over to his bed, her body outline still indented into his comforter. He fell to his knees where he’d been earlier and laid his head into the indent, his tears wetting the blanket as he breathed deeply, trying to calm the throbbing pain in his cock and his heart.
**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**
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FFXIV Write 2k23 - Day 5
Barbarous - Dravanian!Ishgard AU
(Imagine the Dragonsong War never happened so everyone in Ishgard is basically half-dragon. Yes that means Half-Dragon Haurchefant, you're welcome.)
Hero sat quietly as he listened to E-Sumi preach about the elementals. He technically didn’t need to be here, the elementals had blessed him- so to speak. His healing magics were more potent than any non-padjali’s had been in several hundred summers. He was given blessed robes befitting of a white mage and a gem belonging to the last padjal to preach of exploring beyond the boundaries of the forest instead of hiding within her boughs and isolating from their neighbors. He could just as easily walk away with the bounty of information and power to never return to these haunted woods again.
Except he believed in his mission as the Warrior of Light, and he wanted to see if he could soothe the tensions between Gridania and his homeland. “I know the forest has seemed on edge lately, but we all know the reason for that. Between the violent Ironmen and the blood-soaked Dravanians encroaching on our lands-”
Hero cleared his throat calmly, “Ishgard’s citizens traveling to Ul’dah for market is hardly encroaching. They’re part of the Alliance too, are they not?” He tried to keep his smile serene, knowing damn well that it wasn’t Ishgard’s fault the Elementals were set on edge by the dragon blood in their veins. Midgardsomr had no cause to attack the forest’s blessed children, and offered trade and trinkets woven from dragonsong and aether combined. If they needed to, they could make it so only those with wings could leave and enter the city, protected as it was by a chasm of roiling aether, but there was no cause.
Not so long as Gridania feigned being too peaceful to consider war against their northern cousins.
E-Sumi made a face like he’d been forced to swallow a whole vilekin, “yes of course. I know that Ishgard means well, but the Elementals have never been fond of Dragons- or their kin.” Hero had a theory about that one too, as Midgardsomr had confessed to the Alliance that he was not of this star, despite his children being hatched here and their children being laid here. It was common knowledge to the Twelve Houses- but not to the rest of Hydaelyn’s children. “Sometimes I forget myself, after all, you are our only Ishgardian White Mage, Hero. The Elementals flock to you like children when you’re doing your duties despite your upbringing.”
Hero flinched a bit, he didn’t have a single drop of dragon’s blood in his veins. He was adopted by a wonderful Ishgardian couple and raised alongside their brood. All his siblings had wings and scales and fangs and claws. Some knew fire magicks more potent than typical dragon breath like his father, some had a talent for song and smiles so sharp they could cut glass like his dad. Hero had soft fluffy ears, a bright sweet smile, and his dragonsong had an accent and required aether to speak. At least he had fangs too, even if his eldest brother did teasingly call them baby teeth. “It must be my charming personality.”
“Quite. Ah- before you leave, Kan-E mentioned needing you to visit the Twin Adder’s hall. Something about cleansing a tainted space near the boundary wood.” Hero paused for a moment, at face value the request seemed normal. Except something felt off. Wrong. It wasn’t a lie, but there was an alarm that was ringing in his ears. Like a warning. It took all his effort not to tense and brace for combat. E-Sumi wasn’t threatening him, but he could sense danger somehow. Malice lurking beneath the surface. Maybe Lord Commander Aymeric had been right when he sent Hero to check and make sure the Alliance between Ishgard and the rest of Eorzea was still strong.
The thought worried Hero, because if Aymeric really was right? That meant Gridania was considering war, and Hero was currently a target more than he was a friend to the forest’s children. Would they risk the ire of the Elementals just to strike him down, or were they sending him away from the city so they could mount an attack and keep him from getting back home in time to warn his people?
Shame Kan-E-Senna didn’t know he was capable of Dragonsong, he had enough power to his voice he could sing to his parents from Limsa’s shores, much less to his beloved in Camp Dragonhead barely over the border. He would have to walk carefully to make sure he survived long enough to warn his nation that there was treachery afoot.
As he walked to the Adder’s Nest, Hero stopped to think. Who really were the blood-soaked monsters? The Dragons who have been living and loving in peace with man since the times of Saint Shiva, or the people who’d break an alliance because some uppity forest spirits got grumpy around innocent traders and travelers? They wanted to paint Dravanians as barbarians, but between their war with Ala Mhigo and the simmering tensions threatening to break apart an entire Alliance, Gridania didn’t exactly look squeaky clean either.
The viera took a deep centering breath and tapped his linkpearl, “Yda, Papalymo, can you meet me at the Adder’s Nest? I’m getting an assignment from Kan-E-Senna and maybe it’d be nice to have Scion back-up.” If he was going to walk boldly into a trap, he sure as hell wasn’t going alone. So long as there wasn’t a paragon behind the scenes whispering into the Padjali leader’s ear, maybe there was hope yet.
#ffxiv fanfiction#ffxivwrite2023#Dravanian Ishgard AU#Dragon Ishgard#Dragonsong War Never Happened#All your fave Snowbound Elezen are Dragons#Enjoy that mental image
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Chapter 1
CW: Mentions of Violence
Summary: After infiltrating the Nobushi and Treasure Hoarder’s ranks without back-up from any governing bodies with authority, [Y/N] ends up in jail with the lot of them thanks to a raid on their main base by the Tenryou Commission. Luckily for you, your peculiar circumstances caught the eye of a certain plucky, yet well-respected Doushin.
A dull, throbbing pain pulsated through your head as you began to slowly push yourself up off of the hard, wooden floor. Where are you, and how had you gotten here? As you regained consciousness and observed your surroundings, you would become keenly aware of where you and your associates were currently being held. The Tenryou Commission’s holding cells in the police station.
Great. Just great. You thought to yourself as you gathered your bearings. Unlucky for you, however, moments after you regained consciousness a few lower ranked officers would make their way into your cell, dragging you to one of the many interrogation rooms two floors up. After being haphazardly tossed into the room, you were once again left to your own devices. In what one could only assume would be a brief moment of reprieve, you took the time to search your person, letting out a sigh of relief when your hand was met with the pulsating sensation of your vision. The warmth your pyro vision emitted was enough to bring life back to your, uncharacteristically, pale face. It was a welcomed sensation, especially in your current circumstance.
Thinking back on it, the whole ordeal that landed you in your present predicament was… fuzzy. As you wracked your brain for the answers, you would begin to pace on the opposite side of the room, eyes focused on the ground. Ah, that’s right, it’s all coming back to you now! Although some of the details are still missing, you recall that after returning to the main hideout your treasure hoarder and nobushi “pals” called home from your latest scouting mission, one of the rather crude - but oddly efficient - alarm systems went off. It was a raid! Even so, you don’t remember the details of when you were arrested. One moment you were sitting next to a fire roasting some fish, and the next you were waking up here in a holding cell.
Wait a minute, a raid? When had the Tenryou Commission taken the time to follow any of your leads? Surely, you would have noticed if someone had been following you right? Maybe… maybe you didn’t? While yes it’s been your goal for the last several months to leave enough of a trail for someone with authority to lead a raid on the main base, you were hoping you’d at least be out on an assignment or something when it happened so you didn’t get wrapped up in all of this mess!! A scowl crossed your pursed lips as you stopped in your tracks. Ugh. Just great. Now you’d probably be sent to prison for Archons know how long and potentially miss out on–
“My my, you’re rather lost in thought there aren't cha~? I wonder how long it’s going to take you to notice I’m even here~.”
A mischievous voice spoke up from the other side of the interrogation room, pulling you out of your own thoughts. When did he get here? How long had he been sitting there watching you pace?
Across the room sat none other than the Doushin Shikanoin, a highly renown detective who worked with the Tenryou Commission. When your eyes finally met with his, you would notice the rather smug smirk on his face, which elicited a somewhat subtle eye roll from you. This was not the person you thought you’d be dealing with, especially after only having been awake for– How long had you been awake? Not more than twenty minutes at this point right? As you got distracted with your own thoughts again, a curt cough was heard from the detective, drawing your attention back to him once again.
“Man alive, I think you’re the first suspect I’ve had to actively get the attention of. Don’t tell me I’m rusty or something! That would only add insult to injury at this point.” Heizou’s shoulders slumped as he leaned forward onto the wooden table that sat in the center of the interrogation room, his chin resting on one of his hands while his eyes wandered up and down your figure inquisitively. Feeling his unnerving gaze on you, your body would press itself against the wall you stood closest to.
“Awe c’mon~” he said with a light laugh, his smirk only widening as the moments passed “I don’t bite! Come! Join me and sit! Truly, how are we to have any worthwhile conversation when you’re holed up in the corner over there!?”
Although you were weary, you made your way to the table and sat across from the rather jovial detective. Surely he had to be up to something, no? Anybody who was anyone knew the name Shikanoin Heizou and what he was capable of! In fact, he was the reason recruiting was so difficult these last few months! Nobody wants to get caught up in a case under the eye of Doushin Shikanoin, and yet here you were, one of the now many unlucky sods tied up by him.
“So why don’t we start with introductions? I’m sure you’re aware that I’m-”
“Doushin Shikanoin. Yes, I know who you are. Everyone here does.” You hadn’t meant any disrespect by interrupting him, it’s just at this point you’d rather get the pleasantries out of the way.
“Man alive, you just had to steal my thunder, didn’t you, Y/N?”
Eh? How did he know your name? For a moment you thought back on the brief conversation you’ve had thus far and… Nope! You definitely hadn’t said your name in that time!
“Hehehe~ The look of panic on your face is enough for me to forgive you for stealing my line a moment ago.” His cheeky grin made your blood boil just a little. Were all detectives as borderline unprofessional as him?
Before you were given a moment to retreat into your own thoughts again, Heizou would produce a familiar, leather-bound journal from underneath the table. One could assume he had been hiding it there until you had come to sit down with him. Not daring to make any sudden movements, you watched as the detective began to leaf through the journal, his olive eyes scanning each page thoroughly and efficiently.
“Y’know Y/N, there’s enough evidence in this little journal of yours to put you and your associates behind bars for at least 20 years. Grand larceny, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, disturbing the peace, distribution of stolen goods… Dare I go on? Tell me, what possessed you to keep something so glaringly incriminating on your person? It’s almost like you wanted to get caught or something.” He peeked around the book to watch your expression, any shift in your mood would be telling to the detective, and with that in mind-
Oh who are you kidding? Keeping a cool head after hearing you were going to be sentenced to a minimum of 20 years?! It almost didn’t seem real. Even so, while tears began to pour down your face as you were faced with the prospect of spending the rest of your early life in prison, a shaky smile spread like a wildfire across your lips. It didn’t matter if you were going down too, you finally succeeded in your goal. You took down one of the big three branches of treasure hoarders and nobushi in Inazuma.
Whilst you were once again wrapped up in your own mind, Heizou’s gaze softened, his eyes sparkling ever so slightly with curiosity and intrigue. His intuition had been correct it seemed, and now that he had confirmed the suspicions he had about you, he would quietly exit the interrogation room while you were preoccupied. Not only was he not going to get an answer out of you at the moment, there was also something he needed to get done, and fast.
When you’re not aware of the passage of time, it seems to creep by at an eerily slow and concerningly fast rate, and by the time you had quelled your inner turmoil, Heizou was gone. Wiping your face clean of tears, you sighed softly and took the alone time to gather yourself again. Your eyes flickered around the interrogation room lazily, absorbing every last detail about it, knowing each breath you took was getting closer to the last one you’d take as a free person. Eventually, your gaze would land on the table you were sitting at for an undisclosed amount of time. There was a glass of water, some honey lavender melon, and bread. Where had this come from?
Not thinking too deeply into it, you reached out and took the glass, holding it to your lips to greedily drink its contents. After drinking over half, you set it back down and let out a sigh of relief. Crying always leaves you feeling sticky and dehydrated, regardless of how much or little you did. With nothing better to do, you would also indulge on the food that had been provided to you. When there was nothing left, you finished off the rest of the water and sighed, content that this could be your last meal as a free citizen. Despite wanting to cherish these fleeting moments of freedom, you crossed your arms and laid them on the table, resting your head atop them. A little nap wouldn’t hurt, right?
When you were finally awoken some hours later, it was by one of the guards who had initially escorted you to this room to begin with. He seemed rather irritated, probably due to the fact you were out like a light until his rather gruff voice penetrated its way into your dreams and roused you from your slumber. After securing your wrists with cuffs, the guard would begin to lug you back down to the holding cells. Just as he was about to bring you down the first flight of stairs, a familiar and rather annoyed voice called out, making the guard halt in his tracks.
“Officer Nakamura! Unhand them this instant!” Heizou shouted, jogging up to you and the officer. Finally in front of you two, he put his hands on his hips and let out an irritated sigh. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m bringing them back down to the holding cells?” Nakamura replied quizzically. Was this a test? Surely it wasn’t, right?
“Gah, man alive, you’d think someone would have given you the memo.”
“The memo? I’m afraid I’m not following, Doushin Shikanoin...”
Heizou didn’t hesitate to pull you free from Nakamura’s grasp, and after removing the restraints on your wrists, he would hook an arm around your neck, pressing the two of you together while a sneaky smile spread across his face.
“Well Nakamura, Y/N here is actually my partner, and they’ve been acting as a double agent for the Tenryou Commission. Thanks to all the commotion stirred by madam Kujou Sara, our little birdie here couldn’t escape to the extraction point during the raid~! Really was a shame we had to get them back this way, though I guess it did benefit their cover to be arrested with them~. Just adds to their credibility at this point.”
As Nakamura began to profusely apologize to you for mistaking you as one of the apprehended criminals, you turned your attention to the detective who was currently leaning against you. Feeling your eyes on him, Heizou turned to meet your gaze and winked at you, his grin only widening.
What have you gotten yourself into?
Update Tags: @eraelia-alberich
Author's notes: Thank you for reading chapter one! I'll be honest, since this is my first fanfic I'm a little anxious about posting it out into the ethernet! That being said, I'll never learn if I don't, right? If you'd like to be tagged for future updates please feel free to ask me! If you'd like to follow the developments of the story, the first tag on each chapter will directly link you to all of the posts made about this story! Reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you again and have a wonderful day!
#double agent fanfic#shikanoin heizou x y/n#heizou shikanoin x reader#heizou#shikanoin heizou#genshin impact fanfics#genshin impact#canon x reader#canon x y/n#sortafriendly
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hello and welcome to our reaction to the first like 5 minutes of ring of fire while half asleep. we’re gonna keep watching it later cuz i’m in school currently and don’t wanna get like bullied or sum shit lmfao so yeah have fun 😭😭
yall are gonna hear our thoughts for this actually.
holy shit it’s fkn gorgeous already gd
aaand we get the sleepy theme? hell yeah
LMAO NOT THE SAME BITCHES FROM THE BARRIER REEF
YUH SING IT HALIBEET
OMFG IS THIS ANOTHER MUSICAL??????
i don’t think it is BUT I NEED IT TO BE
OMFG BARNACLES
MY DEAR SWEET BABY BOY OMGOMGOMG
BUBBY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HES SO *shakes him*
HES SO SILLY OMFG
AHAHA KWAZII WHAT ALARM IS THAT
K FUCKIBG LOVE YOU
getHOLY SHIT THE SONG!!! ITS THE VEHIMAL’S THEME!!!! I FKN LOVE THE VEGIMALS THEME!!!!!!!anyways get it peso fhjgdghhf
ooooooo funky instrumentation
BRO SHELLI WHAT THE FUCK ???? SGJFSFHFD
BBBBBBB
this is a rlly nice frame i’ve paused on actually, you can really tell the movie budget is working lmao
the lighting is fucking gorgeous, and i can tell they got to be more creative with the character rigging. for example, the way barnacles is standing rn in combination with the rendering makes him look very realistic with his relaxed posture and pose. very well done.
EEE HIS VOICE IS SO BOUNCY N HAPPY :DDD
AAAAASFGSFJFDHGD OMFG I LOVE HIM THEY DOD HIM SO GOOD IN THIS
HIS *STANCE* BRO ITS SO
*screams into pillow*
i think m too tired for this actually
mayb like finish this one scene? yeah ok
SO PRETTY
SO HAPPY
ALL MY BBS
LIVING THE DREAM
ah shit i can see where this is going
that’s incredibly unfortunate 💀
OOOOO YAS BITCH GET THAT OPENING CARD
SAY THAT TITLE
WERK
SGJFFJUF
EEEEEE SILLY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HES SO HES SO HES SO
*MMMMMMMMMMMM*
pretty boy prettyyyyyy boyyyyyyy im
i live him literally so fucking much it’s unhealthy
HES SO PRETTY 🥺🥺
“good morning, i hope you had a good night sleep! ^-^”
sobbing
shellington and dashi being besties yes please
that is
so unfortunate
DFHGDHHF HES SO SUPPORTIVE HHHHHHHHH
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HELP I JUST I JUST
IDEK
IM ON MY PERIOD AND I JUST LIKE FUCKIN
LAUGHED?? SQUEALED?? SCREAMED???
SO HARD AND NOW WE HAVE A ✨PROBLEM✨
BUT ANYWAYS-
THE WAY HEEEEEEEEEEEE
yk that one trend on tiktok where ppl like run/dance/flip/overall be dramatic asf to “when he sees me” from waitress? that’s the best way to describe what i am mentally doing rn.
i am unwell i don’t think i should keep watching rn i don’t have the energy to be feeling these feelings. that sucks, oh well, ill rewatch some comfy episodes that won’t give me an aneurysm yeah?
see yall tmrw nini
#octonauts#octonauts fandom#captain barnacles#captain barnacles is so babygirl coded#he is everything to me#he is so silly#i am going through it#i am not doing well#i think ive lost it#octonauts reaction#reaction#unhinged screaming#help#octonauts and the ring of fire#why am i like this#it hurts#the brainrot has consumed me
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The Meeting
Jill's First Friends of Narnia Dinner
"Come on Pole we're going to be late. My cousins won't like it if we are even the tiniest bit late; they can get quite upset to say the least. Minus Lucy that is." Eustace said dragging her to the professor's door.
"Well you needn't pull off my arm I am coming Scrubb." Jill said exasperated.
"They have been very anxious and excited to meet you… especially Lucy."
"It's all so very easy for you, you've known your cousins forever not just as legends told in grand halls and around fires! You only had to meet two living legends where as I have to meet six! Six Scrubb!" Exclaimed Jill as they came up to the door. Eustace then rang the doorbell.
"That's what you think, I-" he was cut off as the door was opened by the professor.
"Ah, Eustace, my boy, come in and you must be Jill. We have heard much about you. Right this way; we're starting in the parlor."
"What were you going to say before the door was opened?" Asked Pole in a shy whisper to Eustace.
"I'm sure it will come up later tonight." Scrubb whispered back to her.
"You two needn't whisper here, especially for us who are a little harder of hearing. Never can quite trust my ears sometimes. I don't think anyone will take offence from what you say and pick up a sword and make you fight for your honour." Said the professor with a laugh as they entered the small parlor.
"Now; time for proper introductions, Eustace." The Professor coaxed.
"Jill, this is Professor Digory Kirke, one of the first people in Narnia."
"It is nice to meet you sir, I am interested in hearing your story from your point of view."
"And this is Polly, the professor's friend who was with him on his journey in Narnia. She likes us to call her Aunt Polly; Aunt Polly, Jill."
"It's nice to meet you Jill."
"Same Aunt Polly." Jill replied shyly.
"And now my cousins in order they are sitting and sat in Cair Paravel with their titles. King Edmund the Just, High King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Susan the Gentle, and Queen Lucy the Valiant." Each king or queen gave the illusion of a bow without getting up from the sofa they were on with a regal dip of their heads when they heard their title.
"We welcome you Jill as a friend of Narnia." Peter said as regally as if holding court. "Oh, and one more thing, here we never use our titles. Eustace is still trying to get use to the fact we're kings and queens." Said Peter less kingly and joking with the last part.
"It's nice to meet you all." Jill replied shyly.
"Now question time." Said Edmund gleefully in an almost joking way.
"Oh, Ed, don't scare the poor girl." Lucy scolded her older brother.
"Lu, I promise I will be nice. Soo, you go to the same school as Eustace, Correct?"
"Yes."
"Have you or haven't you heard of many legends of Narnia from Narnians?"
"What kind of question is that? I've heard them from owls, marsh-wiggles, dryads, dwarves, and I've even heard parts of them on the back of a centaur." Jill asked in an alarmed voice.
"That's why he asked you the question; if you hadn't been to Narnia you would have been confused." Said Eustace.
"No one here knows anything of marsh-wiggles they are purely Narnian." Susan replied with a sigh that said I don't want to be here, this is stupid.
"Why don't we go and enjoy our delicious Narnian style meal; I'm sure it's done." Said Aunt Polly with a clap.
"What a brilliant idea Polly, then we can start our stories of Narnia." The professor said happily.
"Oh! That time already! I must be off, I promised my friend I would go and watch her play, she has the lead. I couldn't bear to be late. It was nice meeting you Jill, truly, but I can't believe I almost forgot. I'm sure you'll come again. Good-bye everyone." Susan said as she rushed out the door before any one could say anything.
"Well she certainly has got good at avoiding talking about Narnia lately." Lucy said wrinkling her nose.
"Don't worry Lu, I'm sure it's just a fad of hers; it will be over before you know it" Peter told his youngest sister gently.
"So Jill was Eustace as big a pain as normal on your trip." Asked Edmund.
"Hey!" Eustace cried out.
"Well Ed, that was a little uncalled for" Peter replied.
"Come on Pete, aren't you a little curious if he slipped back into his habits?" Ed asked.
"A little, Jill you don't have to answer if you want to, but we would like to hear here point of view" Peter said with a shrug.
"I don't mind answering; I'm afraid that it was me, who kept messing up." She blushed looking at her feet.
"Ah, well, we'll hear your side of the story soon enough." Said Ed.
"How about we eat first?" Polly asked.
"Grand idea, Aunt Polly." Said Peter.
"I say Pete, you think about your stomach as much as Ed!" Exclaimed Lucy.
Both kings then yelled at the same time "Hey". As the others giggled at the outburst, soon Peter and Edmund joined in with the laughing.
Polly had made Narnian styles of fish and potatoes as well as many types of vegetables prepared with Narnian styled poultry. The center piece on the table was a low basket over flowing with bright, shiny, red apples as both a tribute and a joke.
"Aunt Polly, Why apples?" Edmund asked sounding quite horrified as they entered the dining room.
"Apples have been very important to Narnia, I would think you would know that Edmund" Polly answered airily almost sounding offended in a joking way as everyone sat at their designated spot.
"Oh yes Ed, how could you ever forget." Giggled Lucy.
"What's wrong with apples?" Asked Jill confused.
"Let the stories begin." Muttered Eustace under his breath, bracing himself for what was to come.
"My, I am surprized that none of the stories mentioned apples" Replied Digory.
"Nothing is wrong with apples per say, it's just, some of us are still sick of them from our second journey to Narnia." So Peter started the story after they prayed for their meal in both the Lord's name and Aslan's. Peter only being interrupted when Lucy or Edmund had something to add. Peter ended up telling only part of the story where Lucy did not have anything to say. "That is the reason we still don't eat apples, even Susan won't touch them." Peter finished.
"Is that the only reason apples are important?" asked Jill.
"Goodness no" said Aunt Polly and Professor Kirke at the same time that the rest sent a resounding cry of "NO" up.
"Ah, our story now Polly, shall I tell it?" asked the professor.
"Of course Digory I'll add where I need to."
"From the beginning then." Started Digory. He told the story animatedly giving impressions where needed. "When the tree blew down, I couldn't stand to let it be chopped into fire wood. So I had it fashioned into a lovely wardrobe through which Lucy found her way to Narnia for the first time." The professor finished.
"When we came back, we figured out that he had been to Narnia before, and that he had to be the boy who first came into Narnia." Said Peter.
"Lu, figured it out first." Edmund put in.
"Then poor Eustace he didn't know what he got himself into. When we got back from the voyage with Eustace, his first meeting of the friends; Peter and Susan had put on their noble airs and were looking quite regal to greet him. He looked very alarmed, and knew that they weren't just his older cousins he always knew, they were noble, they are royalty." Said Lucy.
"No Lu, you could tell he looked terrified like Su or I would bite his head off." Peter elaborated with a chuckle at the memory.
"You would be scared too if you learned your cousins, you spied on, were a royalty and great warriors whom have been in a good many battles. Not to mention that while they might not bite my head off could still very easily remove it." Eustace defended himself. "See Pole, you hadn't anything to fear. I had to worry about ridicule and being knocked down, much easier for you."
"Now tell us your side of the story. We've heard Eustace's but he's still learning the art of storytelling." Lucy said.
"Alright, it all started behind our school. That's where Scrubb found me blubbering" Jill started nervously. Both Polly and Digory shared a look of similar remembrance. Before Jill knew it she was finishing her story. "With that Aslan fixed the wall and was gone." Jill finished with a sigh of relief.
"That was well done Jill, well done indeed." Said Professor Kirke.
"I still haven't really seen Narnia itself yet, I've practically always have been out of country" Eustace complained.
"Polly and I were sent out of Narnia on tasks both times." Digory said thoughtfully.
"Professor you often mention that you and Aunt Polly have been to Narnia twice; but I don't think we've ever heard about it" said Peter.
"It's a long tale which will have to wait until next time" Digory replied.
A course of sighs and whys went around the younger people.
"Because it is getting late and as much as we may wish we are in Narnia we unfortunately are not. Here in England most of you are still school aged children, to the adults of this world." Polly said as the Penvensies, Eustace and Jill got up. They were lead to the door said their good-byes and started to leave.
"So Pole that wasn't too bad was it?" asked Eustace.
"No Scrubb it wasn't." She answered in a thoughtful, dreamy, almost tired way.
"Did you enjoy your time?"
"Yes, especially when they told your story of you being a dragon" she teased.
"Will you come with me again?"
"Of course, I want to hear Aunt Polly and the Professor's story."
A. Note; At the end of The Lion, The witch, and the wardrobe I find that the Professor seems confident that they'll go back. Direct quote:"... Yes, of course you'll get back to Narnia again someday. ...don't try to get there at all. It'll happen when you're not looking for it." Doesn't it sound like he has gone back? It would then make sense if Polly were to go back with him.
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Our First Meet
The Messy Room
As our date was over both of us went back home. Nikita texted me on WhatsApp that she had fun and told me to go out once more in a while. I was also happy today. When went back I was starving to death so I heated the leftovers from the fridge and then had my dinner. After that, I went into my bed to sleep. I was just thinking about the whole day and about her. Everything we have done so far until now today was really.
At that time, I almost forgot that I invited her to my house to complete the work together and spend all night, thinking about her.
The very next I was sleeping like Kumbh-Karan and Nikita kept knocking on my door waiting outside for me to open the door. She was knocking on the door so hard that everyone in my neighbour could the knocking sound of the door and here I was dreaming about my life.
Suddenly my alarm rang up and I opened my eyes. I saw the time and 15 missed calls from Nikita and 40 texts for her. I got furious and called back.
Hello Nikita!!! You called me. Is everything alright? (Suraj)
Yes, everything is alright Mr. Suraj. I am also right. (Nikita)
Then, why did you call me in the first place? (Suraj)
Oh yeah!!!, Did you wake up now? (Nikita)
Yes!!! Why so? (Suraj)
So yesterday someone invited me to his home for help in completing his task and right now dude is sleeping. (Nikita)
Umm… What are you talking about? I don’t remember anything… (Suraj)
Wow!!! Mr. Suraj, Do one thing… Just sleep over the whole day and submit a blank sheet to the senior to get fired. (Nikita)
Listening to that made me remember everything and I was panicked at that time. I saw my room. It was clean. I rushed to the sink and brushed my teeth. After that went to the living area and opened the door. While opening the door I noticed my dirty sofa. But ignored them all and opened them to welcome her.
When I opened the door, I saw her going back so I called out her name loudly and said,
Hey Nikita, Wait up… (Suraj)
She didn’t even turn her back and kept moving so I decided to jump from the railings to take a shortcut for the last step of the stairs. When I tried doing that I forgot that I have zero experience in pulling such types of stunts. Hence, I messed up and ended up falling right in front of her feet.
Ouch!!!... My stupid luck. (Suraj)
You alright? That is not luck that is your stupidity. (Nikita)
After that, she lent me a hand to stand up and then she started laughing. The stunt I tried pulling out was a total stupid idea.
Dude… What were you doing?? Hahahaha!!!! Oh Gosh!!!... (Nikita)
Ah!!! I was shouting your name but didn’t listen up so I had to do that. (Suraj)
Oh so sorry… I was engaged in listening to music on my buds. (Nikita)
What!!! (Suraj)
I was having a shocking reaction on my face.
She apologized and then we both went upstairs. From Nikita’s looks it seemed that she was blushing out while I was on the stairs with her, I noticed that detail. From the details, you will learn this later.
I opened my door and then we both went inside. Looking at the inside view of my home. My soul was shattered into pieces and I was hating myself. Then I looked at Nikita, She was neutral and had a very normal reaction on her face.
As expected, It’s quite normal if you are a man especially when you are living alone. (Nikita)
After that, she turned her sleeves up went to the bathroom and washed her hands. Then she tied up her hair and told me to get started.
Let’s start cleaning the area… (Nikita)
What?? (Suraj)
Yes… I don’t like the dirty area plus we are going to sit here in this area so we need a place to start the work. (Nikita)
Yes… You are right. (Suraj)
So, don’t look at me let's start. (Nikita)
Then we started cleaning the area. While cleaning the area were lot of personal stuff was found that I lost and placed anywhere… My magazine and comics were in the drawer. Watching them made Nikita a bit uncomfortable. You know what kind of magazine it was. I was filled with embarrassment and shame. She ignored it and put it inside the box then she asked me to move out the sofa so that she could clean out that area as well. While moving the sofa a very bad stink that was so bad that it made her collapse and I was safe because I was wearing a mask. I lifted Nikita in my arms and placed her on my bed. After that, I cleaned up the mess that I had left.
When I was finished cleaning the area, I remembered that there was something inside my bed. I saw Nikita awake…
Hey, there is some kind of stink here. (Nikita)
Ah!!! What? I don’t smell anything bad. (Suraj)
I was trying to avoid everything and tried to distract her mind but thanks to my luck. She noticed the stink was coming from under the bed. I tried stopping her but she ignored me as she was a cleaning freak. She saw a pile of dirty socks under my bed. This time she didn’t collapse but took out that pile of socks and asked me about the washing machine. I told her and then she took all of that and placed it inside the washing machine and started cleaning it. Then she went to the washroom and I heard a very loud noise of vomiting and a silent flushing sound in the total silence.
When she came out she was looking at me with a disgusted eye and she was disappointed. It was different from what I saw while we were on the stairs.
Angrily she said….
How are you living in such a mess? I thought you were perfect. You are disgusting… I expected something better from you and you were sleeping all day along. You didn’t even remember a thing, man. Your whole was dirty and I had to clean the mess. (Nikita)
Hence, she started scolding me and our half day had already passed in cleaning. She was angry it looked like that she was here for fun and I caused her trouble again. She kept scolding me for about half an hour. I closed my eyes and started apologizing…
I am sorry, Nikita. I didn’t plan on making you go through all of the trouble. I even forgot that invited you to my home today and I was sleeping. I know that I am the worst guy and I have been making you trouble since the day we met. Yesterday night I was tired and happy when our date ended but when I got into bed I kept thinking about you. I was so busy in my thoughts that I forgot about today and I was dreaming about today having a date with you…
(Suraj)
Unwillingly again I let my intrusive thoughts win over me and when I stopped everything was silent. I opened my eyes and saw Nikita’s face all red again. She was blushing red and I was confused about the reason. I kept asking her but she ignored me and later told me to bring the laptop and start completing the task.
What happened?? (Suraj)
Nothing. Just bring your laptop we have to complete our task. (Nikita)
Okay. (Suraj)
Then we started working on our tasks. Nikita guided me through the process of work and explained everything by drawing everything on a blank paper. After that, when she was done. She told me to start the work. While I was working she was busy on her phone.
Hey, Why aren’t you working? (Suraj)
First, finish your work then I will use your laptop to finish mine. (Nikita)
Okay, then I am on it. (Suraj)
I was completing my work at my full speed and she kept staring at me. Her cheeks were red and she was shying a bit as well. I noticed her playing curls with her hair around her fingers.
Is there anything wrong Nikita? (Suraj)
No, everything is fine I am just noticing that you are pretty fast in typing. (Nikita)
Yes, I used to practice all the typing documents in my college staff where I studied. (Suraj)
That’s awesome dude. You are cool. (Nikita)
Yeah, maybe I’m cool. (Suraj)
Anyways, do you want some coffee? (Nikita)
Yeah, sure. (Suraj)
Okay. (Nikita)
She stood up and went to the kitchen to prepare the coffee. She was blushing all red. She asked me about the apron before she could turn on the stove. I told her that it was there hanging behind the back of hers. She took that apron and put it on her. After that, she started making the coffee. She was really happy.
Meanwhile, here Nikita is in her thoughts while making coffee in her thoughts.
Does he really or I am just dreaming? He did say that he was dreaming about me yesterday. Why did he say that in the first place? I am not able to look into his eyes and even I am struggling in staring at his face.
Let’s just turn a bit and try looking at him…
Nikita turned her head towards me but I was busy working. I noticed her and asked…
Is there something you want? (Suraj)
No, no, no, not really… (Nikita)
Again, in her thoughts.
Stupid guy, why did you say that to me? I can’t even face you now. Damn, he is really cute sometimes.
Ahhh!!! Finally, I am finished. Nikita, the laptop is free now. You can work now. (Suraj)
Yes, the coffee is ready as well. (Nikita)
She came to me with the coffee and then we both sipped coffee and a little bit of chit-chat about our colleagues. Then, Nikita started working. I saw them working on her assigned task and she was working at a storming speed. It looked like today my laptop keys were going to get destroyed but she was working with soft hands that made my worries a bit little down settled.
You are even faster than me Nikita. (Suraj)
Yes, I am fast. What’s so special about it? (Nikita)
Nahh!!! I thought I was the only one who was good at typing. (Suraj)
Nope, I have to manage all the documents and management work. So I have to be faster in my job. (Nikita)
From herm looks it seemed that Nikita is a hardworking woman who worked hard in her college days. Judging from her behaviour she was so serious that she looked. It was the other side of her that I got to see today. While she was working I remembered the words I said to her earlier.
Now, realizing that made me nervous so much that I was not able to look at her. In just 30 minutes, she was finished working. She was having a very serious look in her eyes. I got scared of her. She opened her hair and started relaxing…
Hah!!! Finally, I am done working. (Nikita)
Yep… Finally, we are done and we still have some time left. (Suraj)
Okay… What we should do now? Playing games? Have something to drink? (Nikita)
Ahh!!! I would prefer to play some games. Let me take out my console box. (Suraj)
After that, I took out my console box and connected it to my laptop. I connected the controllers and we started playing. Nikita and I enjoyed the rest of the time playing games together.
We were so busy that we didn’t notice how the time passed so smoothly. It was about her time to go back to her apartment.
Damn!!! I lost… (Nikita)
Yes, this was my other W. (Suraj)
It seems like you are awesome when it comes to gaming. (Nikita)
Yes, I am. (Suraj)
I think it’s almost time should head home. (Nikita)
Yes, I had fun today. (Suraj)
Hmm… Me as well. I also had fun. Let’s do it again sometime. (Nikita)
Yes, sure. (Suraj)
She left the from the doorstep and closed the door. I was back in the living room. I was a bit disappointed when I sat on the sofa I heard the opening of the door and Nikita was again there.
Hey, I left my phone here on the table. (Nikita)
Ahh!!! Nikita, yes here it is. (Suraj)
Thanks… (Nikita)
Looking at her made me happy. She noticed my smile and came closer to me. I was confused and she just kissed me on my right cheek.
Hehe… You are really cute Mr. Suraj. Thanks for jumping from the railings of the stairs and dreaming about me. (Nikita)
After saying that to me she left. My face was all red. I screamed like hell…
What just happened right now!!!!!!!
THE END
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Like Ten Minutes & Three Sleeping Strawhats Later...
Well, maybe it's not that serious...
Well damn.
New life goal. Be half as confident as these ridiculous samurai.
"Welp, almost died like five times and like a week behind everyone else but, hey, finally made it! Perfect job as always!"
"Hey what's with that alarming alarm sound?"
"Probably just how they announce to everyone how cool we are!"
"Good point! That does make the most sense after all! We are awesome!"
#kin'emon#kanjuro#wano men#samurai#They Sam-sure-i As Shit#kinda love these ridiculous losers#one piece#zou arc#zou island#ah yes the welcoming fire alarm#cyborg franky
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Well everyone, welcome back! So while I’m still working on requests and the asks from the event, today I wanted to do a little something different. Especially since…well…
[…it’s okay. You can say it.]
…right. As you guys may have noticed, the ‘Phantom Muse’ ghost writer struck again and—understandably—a lot of the deities are a little spooked…especially Jamil. We thought it had been another person—another mortal like me—that had hacked my account to post these things, but the fact that they knew Jamil’s story? Something that only the other deities knew about…?
[That means someone in or out of the pantheons did it. That’s why Rook and Ortho hadn’t sniffed out the perp: they were looking for mortal hackers, not deity ones.]
“Funyaa…that’s pretty creepy, yanno?” Sniffle… “I can’t stop thinking about that story though…”
Same…that curse sounds awful…
[It is. Also…who does this troll think they are?! Claiming my disciple’s inspiration for the blog? Calling her a lorekeeper? Are you SRS right now?!]
“Eep! He’s scary when he’s mad…”
Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay! It’ll be okay, Cater. Let’s just…keep working on the blog. Okay?
Sigh… [Fine. Okay…so, whatcha got planned for today’s post?]
Well, since everyone has a tendency to drop in unannounced, I thought it would be fun to show the readers here a little glimpse into what life looks like with powerful deities visiting at all hours of the day!
[Oooh, that sounds totes fun! How should I tag it?]
“Noisy!”
Chaotic-
“Annoying…”
-but fun!
[Gotcha!] Click! [Okay: #disciplelife #noisyannoyingchimera #chaoticbutfundeities #smh. And…posted! So, when’re you gonna start this?]
From 3:00 yesterday.
[Really? Isn’t 3:00 pm a bit late in the day?]
No. 3:00 am.
[Eh?! Why so early?]
Because some of you seem to forget that we mortals need to sleep and don’t appreciate bright lights or loud noises.
[Wha-?]
You’ll see…anyway, hope ya’ll enjoy!
(Under a read more because long! No warnings other than Lilia's cooking.)
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3:00 am—Accidental Sunrise
Faun: *peacefully sleeping under soft blankets before stirring when light starts filling the room* “Mmf…mornin’ alre’dy?” *looks up* “…hm? GAH!!?”
Leona: “Ugh…do you have to scream in my ear, mortal?”
Faun: “Wha-? How did-? Why are you in my bed?! How did you even get in here?”
Leona: “Magic. And you always have those really soft blankets we can’t get in our realm.”
Faun: “Seriously?...wait, what time is it?” *checks clock* “…it’s not even past three o’clock yet, why is it so brigh-? Oh, right. Your sun disk…”
Leona: “You figured it out. Good job—now let me sleep.”
Faun: “…are you avoiding your brother or your nephew.”
Leona: “Take a wild guess.”
Faun: “Both. Got it. Could you at least dim the brightness so I can sleep too?”
Leona: “Fine…”
Grim: “Hey! I’m gone for two minutes and he stole my spot! Wher’m I s’pposed to sleep?!”
/
7:00—Alarm Clocks are Overrated
All three are sleeping peacefully…
Sebek: *slams door open* “MORTAL!! Lilia-sama has summoned you for breakfast. Awaken!”
Faun: *on the ground clutching chest* “…I think my heart just stopped…”
Sebek: “Hmph—nonsense! You are alive and talking, are you not?”
Leona: *tangled in the comforter* “You need to get a refund on that alarm clock…”
Faun: “…I know you just said something snarky, Leona, but my ears are ringing from the talking thunder cloud.”
Grim: *fainting goat pose* “Funyaa…too loud…”
/
7:30—Breakfast is Served, Part One
Lilia: “Good morning, my child~!”
Faun: “Good mor—ning? What ah…what is all this?”
Lilia: “Why, breakfast of course. I made all your favorites~! Eggs and bacon, waffles, toast, and freshly squeezed juice!”
The table has several dishes filled with purple, green, and black “food”.
Grim: “Fygah! Did that pile of sludge just move?!”
Lilia: “Ah yes, those would be the waffles. Here, why not start off with a bowl of cereal?”
Faun: “…why is the cereal on fire?”
Lilia: “I have no idea. The cereal simply caught fire the moment I poured the milk. Perhaps a new brand?”
Faun: “I’m starting to wonder if someone put a curse on you…”
/
8:30—Breakfast is Served, Part Two
Trey: “Would you like another cinnamon bun?”
Faun: “Yes, please!”
Grim: “Me too!”
Faun: “Thanks for inviting us to breakfast and tea, Riddle, Trey.”
Riddle: “You’re very welcome any time.”
Grim: “I’ll take tea and sweets over a bowl of fire cereal and sludge!”
Riddle: “I beg your pardon?”
Faun: “Lilia tried to cook us breakfast and set a bowl of cereal on fire just pouring the milk in.”
Trey: “……how??”
/
9:30—It’ll be a breeze~!
Faun: “Wow, it’s pretty windy today. You having a good day, Ace?”
Ace: “Sure am! Just gained a new follower and they left an offering to get my blessing.”
Deuce: “Oh, so that’s where you got the cherry pie from? I thought you swiped it from Trey when he wasn’t looking again.”
Ace: “Hey! That was an accident. How was I supposed to know that it was for the Unbirthday Party that day?”
Grim: “Accident or not, food grudges are no jo-oke!” *gets blown backwards into Faun’s legs*
Faun: “I gotcha-oop!”
Deuce: “Careful!” *uses shield and wing to block wind current* “Ace, you need to turn down the wind.”
Ace: “What’s the matter, Juice? Afraid they’ll get blown away?”
Deuce: “Oi! It’s not Juice, it’s Deuce! You’ve had eons to remember that! And of course I’m worried—you remember what happened the last time, don’t you? Faun got hurt rolling down the hill!”
Faun: “I mean…it was kinda fun, minus the broken arm.”
Ace: “Oh calm down, will ya? That was an accident, and she’s fine! Besides, mortals have the durability predictability of a phone: they’ve survived worst things than a little wind.”
Deuce: “Your idea of a ‘little wind’ involves whirlwinds and tornados.”
Ace: “Oh yeah? Well then, how’s this for a little wind?”
FWOOSH!!!
Deuce: “Gah!”
Faun & Grim: “Whaaaa-!!!”
Ace: “…oops…”
Deuce: “I got’em!”
/
11:30—Catch a Cold (Wolf) in the Rain
Ruggie: “Whoa! What happened to you?”
Faun: *completely soaked to the bone and shivering* “F-Floyd thought t-that it’d be…f-funny to make it r-rain on J-J-Jack.”
Ruggie: “Oof…so you got hit with winter and rain magic at the same time, huh?”
Grim: *teeth chattering and looking like a wet cat* “W-w-whadda…jerk! Eh…a-a…achoo!!”
Ruggie: “Ah man, can’t have you two getting’ sick on me. Here, take a seat by the hearth. It’ll warm ya while I fix up some lunch, m’kay?”
Nana Bucchi: “Oh you poor dears. Here, a nice, warm quilt to warm you both.”
Faun & Grim: “Thank you, Nana Bucchi!”
Nana Bucchi: “You are most welcome, dears. Now, who would like a donut while we wait for the stew to finish?”
Faun, Grim, & Ruggie: “Me~!”
/
1:00—Eye of the Beholder
Rook: “Bonjour~!”
Faun: “Oh, hi, Rook! What’re you doing here?”
Rook: “I heard from the Rose Chevalier how you and Monsieur Fuzzball were experiencing a chaos-filled morning, and so I wished to check on you both.”
Grim: “That’s puttin’ it lightly.”
Rook: “Oh?”
Faun: “Well, let’s see…I got woken up twice before my alarm clock was supposed to go off and nearly had a heart attack both times. Then Lilia tried to cook us breakfast. Ace sent us flying in a cyclone…again. Then we fell into Jade’s river, got saved by Jack, and then Floyd nearly caused Grim and I to get flash frozen by making it rain while we were standing next to Jack, so we were dropped off at Ruggie’s cottage to warm up and get some medicine—”
Grim: “And lunch!”
Faun: “And of course, lunch. Overall, an average Tuesday.”
Rook: “Oh my. Sounds like quite the adventure!”
Faun: “Yeah. Right now I just want to rela—”
Vil: “Ah, there you are, Rook. I need you to—” *stares* “…Faun. Have you been neglecting your skin care routine again?”
Faun: “……uhhhhh……”
Vil: “Unacceptable! It would seem I need to teach you proper care once more. Mortals must take care of their body and mind, and I will not accept laziness or lack of time as an excuse for not performing self-care. Now come—you as well, Grim. Your fur is in an appalling state.”
Faun: *groans* “Is it too much to ask for a little break?”
Vil: “Faun…”
Faun: “Eep! Moving!”
/
4:00—Party Over Here~!
Grim: *groaning* “That took three. Whole. Hours! Is the day over yet?”
Faun: “Nope. Not even close…”
Grim: “Ugh…I just wanna take a nap…”
Faun: “Same.” *flops onto couch and lets Grim climb on before starting to set an alarm on phone* “An hour should do the trick.”
The two doze off, sleeping peacefully…
Brr-UUUMMMM!!!
Kalim: *comes flying in on carpet* “Hey, there you guys are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Grim: *clinging to Faun’s face with fur puffed out* “Don’t any of you know how to knock?!”
Kalim: “Oops! Sorry…”
Faun: “…was…was that an elephant just now?”
Kalim: “Oh, yeah! There’s going to be festival tonight and there’s a parade happening, so I thought I’d bring my favorite elephant along to stretch her legs. Say hi!”
Brrrrummm!
Faun: “Kalim…ugh, as much as I love your elephants, this is definitely going to be hard to explain. Do you guys even realize how difficult it’s getting to explain all the weird things and strange people appearing around my house to my neighbors? How am I supposed to explain what an elephant is doing in my yard?”
Kalim: “Hmm…well, you could tell them that the circus is in town?”
Faun: “…I-? Maybe??”
Grim: “Doesn’t that excuse only work on little kids though?”
Kalim: “Oh, right. You got a point there…well, I can take her somewhere else! I just wanted to know if you guys could come to the festival with me? There’s lots of food and games to play!”
Faun: *sighs* “You know what? Sure. Just promise to let us take a nap for an hour and we can go. Okay?”
Kalim: “Okay~!”
/
End Day
So…yeah, we ended up spending the rest of the evening at a festival and Kalim let us stay in his realm for the night.
[Wow. So that’s why you were so tired this morning!]
“Well duh! You guys are so exhausting to deal with…”
[And this is what you go through every day?]
Well, some days are calmer than others, but generally speaking? Yeah. Though…to be honest, I’d be more worried if a day is too quiet. I’ve gotten so used to having you all stop by and visit me every day that…well, I just can’t imagine not having at least one of you visiting.
[Really?]
Yeah! It’s nice just knowing I have someone checking in on me either in person or via messaging…even if they’re not human, it’s nice knowing you guys care. So…thank you. For being here for me.
Sniffle… [Aww…you’re gonna make me cry. Of course! Even if you don’t always see us, it doesn’t mean we’re not there. In fact…come here!] Click! [Tagging: #heartfeltsincerity #wholesomevibesftw #lovemydisciples5evah aaand…posted and pinned~!]
Huh?! Pinned? You never pin anything to your Magicam.
[Well, I thought I’d make an exception. It’s the least I can do to show my disciples how much I love and care about them, even if I can’t always say it to them.]
Awww…Cater…
“Bleh, when did it get so sappy?”
[Awww, does Grimmy want some hugs too~?]
“Ack! No, stay away! Only my disciples get to hold the Great Grim!! Nooooo-!!!”
Oop, there they go. Well folks, hope you guys enjoyed reading this! Until next ti…huh? Wait…where did this feather come from?
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland deity au#twst deity au#cater diamond#leona kingscholar#twst grim#Lilia Vanrouge#sebek zigvolt#riddle rosehearts#trey clover#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#jade leech#Floyd Leech#Kalim Al-Asim#ace trappola#deuce spade#rook hunt#vil schoenheit#vil shoenheit
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The boy with the reindeer clothes and captain america mask
You had fallen for Callahan the instant you first met him through bad boy halo’s Minecraft server. It was insane really out of all the guys and girls you could’ve fallen for you wound up falling for the faceless mute boy. I guess there was just something extra charming about how he was able to make you fall for him despite not showing his face or using his voice… It had been years since you had met him and the rest of the crew online and by now you had even met a few IRL! Still your heart aches for the one true person you wished to meet, you wished to hug, to hold, to kiss if he so wished… So all that being said after months of begging and convincing from your other friends to just get up the guts and ask… you finally did it…
You decided today would be the day you call Callahan and ask if he wants to meet up! Despite Callahan never talking he loved when you would call he always said your voice was very soothing and he’s even fell asleep to you talking away a few times.. You can always tell when he falls asleep because when he’s awake he keeps it saying that he’s typing but once he’s fallen asleep somehow it turns off fate or some magical power or maybe someone lives with him that you don’t know about, either way you don’t question it. It was like a silent understanding between the two of you to never question it whether be out of fear of somehow messing it up if you question it or if just simply neither of you cared enough to ask…
You take a deep breathe before clicking call… You anxiously await and within only two rings he picks up and quickly types in chat “hi, what’s up?” You gulp softly “Hi Calla well um I was actually calling because I well I have a question…” He types question marks and “okay? What is it?” You take another deep breathe your voice shaking as you finally say the words “Do you want to meet up with me?” You begin to ramble on about how he doesn’t have to show his face or anything but before you can barely mutter anything else out he types “yea sure I’m down when do you wanna do it? Do you want me to come to you or you come to me or what?” You blink a few times not believing the words you read
Your mind swirls wondering how he agreed to quickly and seems so calm when you felt as if your heart was gonna beat out of your chest… Little did you know he was actually feeling the same way and he had to retype the sentence a few times because his fingers were shaking so much he typoed quite a bit… You suddenly hear finger snapping and quickly are pulled back to reality making a small noise of alarm quickly looking at your computer screen you saw Callahan’s mic lit green and heard the quickest laugh before his mic was once again red… “Sorry I zoned out for a second there um I can come there if you don’t mind, I know it would be easier for you if I did”
Unbeknownst to you Callahan had a wide smile on his face as he silently cheered to himself before quickly typing that he would send you his address later and that he had to go! You laughed softly a bit from nerves of this actually happening and from imagining Callahan rushing around his house getting everything ready for your visit “okay sounds good I’ll see you later bye calla I L-“ you barely stopped yourself you had said it a few times before to him and honestly you said it almost all the time to your other friends but something about saying it to Callahan was different.. You didn’t like saying it not because you didn’t love him but because you couldn’t explain that how you said I love you to him and I love you to your other friends was different so you usually just refrained from saying it
Callahan laughed silently to himself quickly typing “I L- you too” his heart soared anytime you told him you loved him though he tried not to think much of it because you always said I love you to everyone else so it was just your thing right? Though it was painfully obvious you didn’t say it as much to him and that’s something he never understood and while it hurt like heck he could never bring himself to ask about it he was too scared he was too scared of being even more hurt so he just suffered in silence cherishing every time you told him you loved him even more each and every time you said it…
Once you ended the call with Callahan you quickly grabbed your phone FaceTiming Niki as you already begin packing.. Only a couple rings and she picks up “hi y/n! What’s up?!” You smile widely blushing brightly as you say “Well I may be taking a trip very soon…” she claps her hands together “really?! Where are you going?” You shrug softly finding your duffel bag “I don’t know yet” she turns her head at you curiously “what that makes no sense what do you-“ suddenly she stops a giant smile appearing on her face “YOU DID NOT” your smile widens as you nod excitedly “I DID I DID!” She screams happily “AAH Y/N I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” You scream happily as well “AH THANK YOU” she excitedly says “YOU’RE WELCOME! So when are you leaving?” You throw your hands in the air “I don’t know probably within a week or two maybe?! We haven’t really discussed the details yet” she nodded softly “well let me know when you find them out!” You nodded back “I will I will! I’m gonna go ahead and get packed I’ll talk to you later love you!”
Callahan after ending call with y/n quickly grabbed his phone as he ran about tidying up. I began calling Dream and luckily within only a few rings he picked up “hello?” I quickly begin typing “DREAM” he laughs softly “what’s up calla?” I nearly bump into a wall as I’m typing but stop myself just before I hit it “Okay so I may have gotten asked by y/n if I would be okay with them coming out to meet me and I may have said yes…” Dream gasps softly and I can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks “What?! No way! I’m so happy for you guys! Finally! We’ve been trying to get you two to meet for years!” I roll my eyes light heartedly “I know I know so now you guys can finally stop nagging us” Dream laughs again “hey it was for your own goods okay? We’re just trying to help our friends be happy as they can be okay?” I smile to myself “yea yea whatever you say” he laughs more “Whaattt it’s true and you know it” I snicker to myself “maybe we’ll see, I’m gonna finish getting everything ready I’ll call you later okay?” I can hear his ever widening smile “Of course see you calla”
It was the next day and you were absolutely buzzing wishing you could tell chat the full story of why you weren’t gonna be able to stream next week but alas you and calla both wished to keep it very private in fact as far as you knew only Niki knew and as far as calla knew only Dream knew though you both suspected you had each more than likely had told someone neither of you knew for sure… anyways skip a bit and your stream has begun plenty of messages already asking what the title is about what does it mean and some being worried “Hello chat! Don’t worry don’t worry it’s nothing bad! It’s actually something really really good as to why I can’t stream!” Chat exploded asking millions of questions and others being relived that it was nothing bad, you laugh softly “Well I can’t spoil all the details as we wish to keep most of it private but I can’t stream next week because I’m meeting up with someone! Yes yes before you ask it’s someone you all know! Also again before you ask yes you can guess no I will not say if you got it right or not… at least not directly…”
Names come flying in like wild fire at first you’re seeing mainly Niki,Dream,Sapnap,even punz and bad but then you see one saying Callahan and you can’t stop the light blush that dusts your cheeks as you try to think of a way to discreetly let it be known someone guessed the right answer… Unable to think of one though you simply clap your hands and say “Okay guys someone guessed the right answer! I won’t say who and I won’t say details as I don’t wanna give it away but yes one of you guessed them!” And so of course chat lit up trying to figure out who the right answer was but alas they couldn’t figure it out, you laughed light heartedly at them and after that continued stream as normal just fiddling around the dream SMP setting up a few pranks and then deciding to build a little house with a small hint as to who you’re meeting with!
The house was simple it was made out of birch and dark oak and the small hint you used was you placed three flower pots on each of the widows.. in the first you placed a small red flower, in the second a small white one and in the final a small blue one.. You didn’t say anything about it being a hint you just placed the flowers and moved on doing a few more pranks. “Guys how do we prank Punz?” You giggled your body already erupted with butterflies knowing what Punz’s prank back to you would be “I already know he’s gonna get me back so badly but it’ll be worth it! I’m gonna replace all his pumpkins with melons!”
Chat explodes saying how thats such a simple but good prank and how punz will lose it and it’ll be so funny. You nod giggling “right right chat! So let’s get started shall we?” You begin and about ten minutes in suddenly calla shows up, you can’t help the excited smile on your face as you see Calla’s name pop up in game and you excitedly type “hi calla!” He types back “hi y/n!” You try to contain your ever growing smile “What’s up?” He says “Not much I’m watching your stream and saw you’re trying to prank punz so I decided to come help” You quickly nod now knowing he’s watching your stream you verbally say “Really?! I’d appreciate that so much thank you calla” He quickly says “Of course it’s not problem” and in no time he’s over there with you helping you replace all the pumpkins with watermelons, the job definitely gets done a lot quicker with calla there to help and it honestly is a lot more fun having calla there to bounce jokes off with you! In no time the job is done you quickly thank calla and tell him you’ll talk to him tomorrow and you end stream.
Before you go to bed you check your phone and see a text from calla “Hey so i forgot to ask earlier is that like our house or something? I noticed you made two bedrooms but you could always just make one and use the other to expand the work area if you want but if not it’s cool” You smile softly reading the text “I love the idea of expanding the room I’ll get on tomorrow off stream and fix it and yea it’s our little house… I hope you don’t mind I mean I just figured it’d be a nice little place ya know an extra place for each of us to keep things and to stay… I’m glad you got the flower hint, anyways I’ll work on it tomorrow I’m gonna try and get some sleep goodnight calla” A few minutes later a text pops up “Don’t worry I can always help and work on it besides there’s my own little hint that I wanna add as well so I’ll do it and I hope you sleep well goodnight can’t wait to see you next week” Your smile widens more as a your heart pounds “I can’t wait to see you either ❣️”
Throughout the rest of the week you only did two more streams and of course each one chat tried to get you or whoever happened to be on stream with you to spill who it was you were meeting with but no one you streamed with that week knew… besides calla of course! Chat didn’t believe them when they would say they didn’t know and it was honestly comical seeing them get so upset. It started with Sapnap and George and ended with Boomer and Punz.. Even after stream the duos had tried to get you to spill who you were meeting with but you refused to spill even to them, insisting they can wait just a few more days and though the four of them whined they settled and finally let you go.
So we fast forward and it’s Monday you leave tomorrow so you’re finishing last minute packing and waiting for Karl to come over so you can give him your spare keys because he so graciously agreed to watch your cats! Also so he can just hang out with you a bit before you have to leave and can drive you to the airport! You’re just about to start triple checking that you have everything when you hear a knock at your door. Your cats look at your curiously but don’t bother following see you rush to the door and open it to see a ever beaming Karl! He quickly rushes in hugging you tightly making you giggle as you hug him just as tightly “hi Karl!” He giggles softly “hi y/n!” After a few minutes you break apart and he quickly shuts your door. “Soooo since I’m watching your cats do I get to know where you’re going and who you’re seeing?”
You shake your head laughing softly “Sorry but no you’ll find out when everyone else does! I will say I’m going somewhere I’ve never been before” He tilts his head curiously trying to think “hmm I don’t know there’s a lot of places you’ve never been like you have yet to go to the UK, you have yet to go to like any of the states uhmm are you meeting someone you’ve never met?! Is it Sam?! Oh my gosh it’s Sam isn’t it?! You’ve never been to Texas and you’ve never met Sam!” You shake your head “Good guess good guess and while I would love to go meet Sam it is not Sam..” he pouts slightly “hmm well I don’t know there’s so many other guesses I could make” You smile and roll your eyes softly “Well instead of guessing where I’m going how about you help me double check that I have everything okay?”
He nods smiling softly “okay sounds good!” So for the rest of the night you and Karl double and triple check your bags and then just chill out watching your friends streams and posting pictures together! You both laugh at the fans freaking out over the random content of you two and laugh even more at them freaking out over karl with your cats. Two of your cats loved Karl but they love everyone so it wasn’t surprising but your third isn’t too fond of him but she’s not too fond of anyone, still Dream is convinced when he comes to visit you that she’ll love him and Karl is convinced that spending this week visiting them he’ll be able to make her love him. You’re not confident of either of those things happening but it makes you happy to see them so confident and happy so who are you to destroy their happiness.
Another small time skip and suddenly it’s Tuesday afternoon and time for you to leave, after spending an extra few minutes telling your cats goodbye and promising you’ll be back soon and that they know karl and he’ll take amazing care of them. Karl finally manages to pull you out the door and suddenly it’s all becoming more real than ever… It’s so real you’re frozen in place just standing outside your door, Karl locks your door for you and helps you sit on the ground outside your door rubbing your back “it’s okay everything is gonna be fine, we’re gonna get you to the airport the plane ride is gonna be your smoothest ever and when you get there they’re gonna be there waiting for you smiling widely and with open arms ready to give you the biggest and best hug you’ve ever had apart from my hugs” you nod and then giggle softly both because of how you don’t believe at all his statement of them being there waiting and smiling with open arms and also at his joke “Thank you Karl you’re the best you know that right?” He smiles softly squeezing your shoulder reasssuringly before smiling hopefully “so much the best that you’ll tell me who you’re meeting?” You giggle rolling your eyes “nooo not that much the best but I can give you another hint” he nods “okay okay go on!”
“Okay so I’ve never met them, I’ve never been to the place they live and they’ve been on my stream within the past month” Karl hummed in thought able to rule out, Sapnap, Dream, Alex, and Boomer… That still left way too many people so he shrugged “I don’t know I guess I’ll have to wait like everyone else” You smile softly “Well I can also say at least one person knows, I don’t know if the person I’m meeting told anyone but I assume they told at least one person so hehe” He gasps in mock offense “you told someone?! And that someone wasn’t me?! I’m so wounded!” You laugh at his dramatics “yes yes I did, it’s not that I don’t trust you obviously I do but it was just this certain person for some reason came to mind first but I wanted and still want to tell you as well but the person I’m meeting with wants to keep it very private for right now” he smiles softly hugging you gently “it’s okay don’t worry about it I’m happy for you okay? Now let’s get you to that airport!”
So now you were off! In no time you managed to make it to the airport and you had to admit it was kinda hard to leave Karl, you didn’t get to see him often as you would like.. He was always busy with mr beast and his own projects and you weren’t one to go out much so while you were frequently invited to be in mr beast videos you rarely agreed to them.. Karl sighs softly as he helps you get your bags, he sets them down beside you and hugs you tightly pressing a kiss to the top of your head “Be safe okay? Text me when you land” You hug him back even tighter and nod softly “I will don’t worry, I love you” after a few moments he lets you go “I love you too” Soon enough it was time to board the plane, the plane ride went fairly smooth only one crying toddler who luckily fell asleep and little turbulence and when getting your bags you even ran into a few fans who you gladly took pictures with and who tried light heartedly to get you to spill who you were meeting with to which you simply laughed and gave them a few extra wrist bands you kept with you and gave them to them as you said sorry that you weren’t able to tell them.
Today was finally the day! I rushed to finish getting ready knowing y/n should be arriving to the airport in no time and just as I finished getting ready and grabbed my keys my phone began ringing I quickly picked up and smiled brightly hearing y/n’s voice “hi calla! I just made it to the airport and got my bags! Are you here?” I quickly typed “not yet I’m leaving now I should be there in like thirty! I’m sorry I’m running a little late I couldn’t find the last piece of my outfit” They laughed softly and I blushed softly holding back my own laugh at how infectious theirs was “It’s okay i understand it’s a big thing so the outfit needs to be just right haha I’ll see you soon okay?” Though they can’t see it I nod excitedly as I respond “Yes see you soon can’t wait!” With that I hang up and make my way out the door, soon enough I’ve made it to the car and after what feels like forever but it’s really maybe forty five minutes at most I’ve finally made it to the airport! I take a deep breathe closing my eyes and opening them moments later..
I quickly put on my captain America mask, my light up red nose and raise my hood… Was I embarrassed? Yes definitely, was the chance of making y/n laugh and ensuring they would recognize me worth it? There’s no doubt it’s worth it… Another deep breathe and I manage to get myself into the airport and I begin scanning for y/n and within a few minutes I spot them! I quickly wave at them smiling widely and they break into a smile before trying to contain their laughter, I make my way over to them and press my nose to make it light up and thats when the dam breaks and they’re ever so melodious laughter rings through my ears…There’s something different about it this time though it sounds even better, it feels even more special, it makes me heart soar more than ever before. I find it hard to contain my own laughter a very small snicker escaping causing me to blush and quickly cover my mouth..
You’re practically doubled over in laughter in the middle of the airport but you don’t care you’re with Callahan and everything just feels so right… A few moments pass and you finally collect yourself, you boop his light up nose, he squints his eyes a bit and then pulls the nose off placing it gently on your own. You smile softly at him and start to stand on your tip toes to ensure you can reach his nose but then stop yourself realizing this isn’t Karl or Dream or even Sapnap this Callahan we’ve never met before you can’t just kiss his nose, or grab his hand as we walk or hug him.. He looks at you curiously and you simply play it off “You have a very nice nose” Your eyes widen realizing how that sounds “wait wait I mean this nose not your nose I mean not not that your nose is bad it’s a great nose I just ugh forget it let’s just go so if I embarrass myself anymore at least we’ll be alone”
He smirks softly nodding and holding a hand out for one of my bags, you hand it to him and smile and his smirk turns to a smile as he slings the bag over his shoulder and then holds his hand out again… You’re confused at first and go to push the handle of your wheely bag into his hand but he shakes his head and grabs your hand clasping your hands together.. You blush a light pink smiling happily as you walk off hands swinging softly, you don’t speak until you’ve made it to his car and he signs that you can choose the music. You smile softly connecting your phone to his Bluetooth and deciding to do a mix of new boy bands you liked and nostalgic songs.. You start with love song by why don’t we, you tap your hand to the beat humming a long at first but then softly singing… Callahan sneaks small glances at you smiling brightly seeing you beginning to let yourself loose.. Next comes this love by maroon five your eyes widen as you hear a tapping and then humming as you’re singing, you smile widely as you look to Callahan and see him jamming out! He notices you looking and blushes and stops but you shake your head and giggle “Don’t stop it’s okay I like it maybe we can harmonize together” He smiles a bit and nods, you begin singing again and he taps to the beat and then begins humming once more and in no time you’re harmonizing.. The song ends and you glance at each other wide smiles on your faces and light pink hues dusting your cheeks… You begin to just let a random playlist play different songs ranging from toxic by Britney Spears to The right stuff by new kids on the block plays but then hey Stephen by Taylor swift pops up and suddenly the lyrics come flooding into your mind and you blush brightly quickly skipping it, it’s too early to be playing that, it’s too early to be thinking of Callahan like that and making it so obvious… Luckily for you just before the lyrics really start you’ve made it to Callahan’s house..
Calla quickly hops out and helps you grab one of your bags his other hand grabbing your free one as he leads you to his door.. As you step inside you glance around smiling it’s very clean and simple sure it definitely looks lived in despite what you can see by the bag of trash calla forgot to take out the cleaning supplies he forgot to put back under the cabinet it looks lived in but in a very good way in a comforting way.. You’re not scared you’re gonna ruin anything or like you’re gonna mess anything up “Calla it’s beautiful” He smiles sheepishly as he signs “It’s not much but it’s home here come here and I’ll show you your room and then show you around” You nod and allow him to continue holding your hand as he takes you to your room, once you reach your room he lets go and sets your bag on the bed and you roll your other bag beside it and you nearly shiver at first… Not because the room is cold but your hand is cold and empty feeling like you’ve been outside playing in snow without gloves on so now your hand is freezing but yet feels empty not having the cold snow in it anymore…
He signs “I’ll uh let you settle in and when you’re done you can come out to the living room and we can order pizza or something and watch some tv” You nod and smile softly “Thanks that sounds great” he nods and leaves and so you begin unpacking and as you’re unpacking you get a call it’s from Niki, you smile widely and excitedly as you pick up “Hi Niki!” She smiles excitedly waving “Hi y/n! How’s everything going?!” You sigh in happiness and content as you say “It’s going great ihihi ehe I don’t know if he would like for me to say this but he showed up at the airport dressed like his minecraft skin!” She giggles “No way?! So you still haven’t even seen his face?” Your eyes widen as you suddenly realize “You’re right I haven’t, well I haven’t seen his whole face and I haven’t even seen his hair” Her eyes widen as she says “Is he ever gonna show you his face or what’s going on with that?” You shrug softly grabbing your phone as you finish unpacking “I don’t know honestly? I’m not gonna rush him into doing anything ya know? I mean I know at some point he’s probably gonna take the mask off and he has to take the reindeer onesie off sometime” she nods “Oh yea no no I wasn’t trying to pressure him or anything I was just genuinely curious,so what are you gonna do for your first night and where’s calla’s room compared to yours?” You smile and blush a bit “We’re gonna order pizza and watch tv and his room his just down the hall from mine there’s a bathroom in between our rooms” she wiggles an eyebrow teasingly “So are you gonna cuddle during the tv watching?” You roll your eyes light heartedly “No probably not I don’t wanna make him uncomfortable but then again I don’t know.. maybe… because well…” you pause blushing more hiding your face in your hands as you try and wipe the absolutely love sick look off your face but you’re unable to, Niki’s smile can’t get any wider as she excitedly asks “What what what because what?!” You bite your lip a bit and then take a small breathe before saying “Well he grabbed one of my bags when he met me at the airport and he held his hand out so I thought he wanted my other bag but he shook his head grabbed my hand and held it… and when we were walking to his car his kept holding my hand and when we got to his place he did it again and he actually didn’t let go until he let go so I could unpack…. And you know it’s weird.. my hand has felt cold ever since he let go…” Her eyes soften and she coos softly “Aweee y/n that’s so cute! Maybe you can hold hands when watching tv or something then I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” You nod “maybe maybe I don’t know I’m just so nervous to mess up I mean we’re friends we’re not anything else and this is our first time meeting and as far as I know his first time meeting any of us so I just want it to be good” she nods “Don’t overthink! It’s good you wanna take it slow and it’s good that you’re being cautious and concerned about his needs and comfort but don’t forget your own needs and comfort okay?” You smile thankfully at her “I won’t I won’t! I’m gonna go now I don’t wanna keep him waiting any longer, I love you thank you for everything” she smiles lovingly at you “Of course darling I love you too I’m always here day or night whatever you need whenever you need it bye have a good time” you nod “I will! Bye!”
So with that the call ends and you change into some simple pajama pants and a t-shirt before heading to the living room.. Your eyes widen a bit and seeing the back of Callahan’s head seeing his shortish brunette hair, but then you smirk to yourself a bit seeing he’s stood distracted looking through the TV for a decent movie or TV show… You sneak behind him and poke his sides! He jumps and lets out a small squeak whipping around to face you with wide eyes before his eyes narrow and he playfully smirks at you but then smiles mischievously… “Ohoho mahhannn that was sohoho gohohohod” You were lost in giggles but then saw his face and looked at him and began backing up nervously “Calla… whatever you’re planning d-don’t…” He pauses faking as if he’s thought before shaking his head no and quickly running at you, grabbing you and carrying you to the couch! You squeal in surprise giggles already tumbling out “EEP CALLA Nohohoho!” He tosses you gently onto the couch and carefully sits on your waist straddling you, you cover your face whining softly “Callahahaaaaa” You hear him snicker and you squeak and flinch feeling his hands shoot towards your sides even though they never touched you… You heard a very small laugh and your smile widened as you peeked out from behind your hands and Calla was smiling widely at you lost in thought it seemed…You smirked a bit and poked his stomach and he jumped covering his stomach before his eyes lit again with mischief and his hands darted towards your sides… This time though making contact! His fingers began curiously poking at your sides and he couldn’t help the delighted smile on his face as you squirm back and forth between his poking fingers, soon pokes turn to scribbles and scribbles to squeezes and you’re left laughing your heart out gasping for breathe but you wouldn’t have it any other way… Suddenly a knock is heard interrupting your laughter as Calla pauses and you both realize the pizza is here! Calla swiftly hops off you and runs to the door to pay before you can even manage to collect yourself enough to stand, let alone make it to the door.
Calla already knew all your favorite toppings seeing as you shared most of the same favorite toppings, he came back to the living room carrying two big pizza boxes, a medium box and a very small box… You went to the kitchen and began grabbing you and Calla drinks and plates and by the time you got back Calla already had everything ready to serve and had on the aristocats! You smile fondly at him setting your drinks down as your hand instinctively in a way gently cups his face as you run your thumb along it, he shivers slightly at the coldness of your hand and you giggle “sorry I forgot my hand would be cold, anyways you didn’t have to turn this on we could’ve watched whatever you wanted to” he shrugs softly before his hand comes to cup yours pushing it further against his face as his other hand signs “No you’re the guest so you get first movie choice and since I already know all your favorites and you’ve been talking about wanting to watch this one for weeks we’re watching this one okay?” You smile slightly wider as you nod “Okay whatever you say Calla, I’m not some kind of royalty though so don’t treat me like it okay? I’m just y/n I’m nothing special” even though you may not have necessarily meant to sound so self deprecating or depressing it still hurt Callahan deeply to hear you talk about yourself like that he sighed quietly as he gently removed your hand from his face and in a gentle movement cupped your face with both his hands as he closed his eyes for a few moments before opening them again he did not expect this to happen so soon but he’s gonna follow his gut… He shakily open his mouth saying “y/n p-p-please don’t t-talk a-about yourself like that… you’re even better than royalty honestly… You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me in my entire life and I’ll forever be grateful for you and I… well I… I hope you feel the same… Can I um? Am I allowed to? Is it okay if I?….”
You’re stuck in shock for a moment processing hearing his voice for the first time ever, it’s so nothing like you ever expected yet also somehow it fits him perfectly and you wouldn’t change it at all after finally recollecting yourself you nod and close the gap between your faces… Your lips connect and it’s almost like you feel a little explosion in your stomach like hundreds of mini fireworks went off…The fireworks increasing as he cups your face with both his hands…After a few more seconds you each break apart smiling at each other while blushing bright red… You look at Calla curiously “so um what does this mean?” He shrugs softly his voice a bit scratchy because it’s not used much at all “Well what do you want it to mean?” You shrug back “Well I mean I’d like it to mean something special… I’d like it to mean we’re a thing honestly but I don’t wanna rush you or rush things I mean this is our first time meeting this is literally my first night here and we’ve already kissed… Which I loved the kiss don’t get me wrong I loved it but I guess just for now it’ll be a kiss and nothing more? We’ll just give it the rest of my time here and see at the end of the week to see how we feel? And we’re definitely not going to tell anyone because it’ll make it all harder agreed?” He nodded laughing softly at the last bit “that sounds good and yes I definitely agree, um I know I like just started using my voice but can I go back to signing my throat is actually getting really sore” Your eyes soften as you nod “of course! Never feel like you have to talk to me okay? Don’t force yourself I’m just fine with us using sign to communicate though your voice is really nice to hear don’t feel pressured or insecure or anything I lo-I um… I…” His eyes widen a bit as his blush darkens and he signs “You what? Why do you almost never say you love me?” You sigh softly glancing away before staring at your lap “Because it’s not the same and I was scared… I didn’t wanna say it because when I say it to you I don’t mean it how I say it to everyone else and I just it didn’t feel right saying it to you so much and it being something completely different” He holds your hand gently rubbing his thumb on your palm making you giggle softly and his eyes soften as he uses his free hand to say “It’s okay I get it and I appreciate it now actually knowing why you didn’t say it and I lo- you too!” You smile and roll your eyes light heartedly squeezing his side “You’re such a nerd dude” he squeaks at the squeeze narrowing his eyes playfully and you smirk “You know I still haven’t gotten my revenge yet…” His eyes widen as he backs up and begins to try and stand as he signs “Y/N don’t do it…”
My eyes are widened as I’m backing up seeing the mischievous glint in y/n’s eyes as they say “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t” I sit for a moment trying think of one and just shrug, they snicker “Welp I don’t see or hear you giving me a good reason” With that they begin scribbling on my sides and despite my best efforts to hold back I can’t and I break into giggles that near soft laughter the closer to my ribs or hips they get! They definitely notice because soon after they move one hand to my hip squeezing and kneading as their other scribbles up and down and inbetween my ribs! I let out the most embarrassing squeal before falling into loud laughter! I attempt to squirm away from them but as they hit a couple particularly sensitive areas I actually fall off the couch sending us tumbling the two of us in an out of breathe heap on the floor.. We both groan softly and then giggle “Like the view? Cause I kinda like my view” They scoff and lightly slap my arm before getting off me and pulling me up, I pull them into a hug and they seem worried at first and tense maybe thinking I’m gonna tickle them again but they sigh contently as I fall gently back onto the couch with them keeping my hold on them as I press play on the movie… Y/n falls asleep about half way through the movie and I don’t have the heart to move them so I simply turned on another movie and soon fell asleep my own self..
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close proximity // Zhongli x Reader
Word Count: ~1.8k
Notes: gender neutral reader “you”, MAJOR Pining in Zhongli’s POV, touch-starved? Zhongli, domesticity
in the long haul, this would be one part of a(n indulgent self-insert) long-fic where Zhongli finds out that you (adventurer/traveler) have been camping out in the wilderness, so he invites you to crash at his place for an indeterminate amount of time
also, happy birthday zhongli :)
Zhongli thinks that he should have known that welcoming someone so late at night into his home would invite the worst of the gossip. It only grows worse when people see that you continue to come back into his house and that you even have your own key to enter with.
Luckily, the change from your original Mondstadt attire was the decisive factor that allowed you to walk the streets of Liyue relatively unseen, for you are no longer associated with being foreign or wanted by the Millelith. Instead, you are known to be the one that now apparently resides permanently (or so it seems) in Mr. Zhongli’s apartment, and the attention is now directed toward him.
You’ve even suggested that you float down and enter through an unsuspecting open window in hopes of abating the rumors, but Zhongli thinks about the implications of entering in any way other than the front door and saves himself the trouble.
You apologize every time he closes the door on a particularly chatty neighbor, but Zhongli always waves it away. He feels more than justified inviting you into his abode. After all, he has caused you the most trouble, despite what you may think of Childe, with his plans for the harbor. Allowing you to share a space with him is nothing short of a fair trade.
The feeling is only bolstered by the fact that you moved in with only the backpack hauled on your shoulder and nothing else, with Paimon wailing about how good it feels to finally have a pillow to lie on-- much to your embarrassment. (He waves your apologies to this away as well and does not speak of how the bashful expression on your face is rather endearing to see.)
It’s been a few days since the original hubbub, and the rumors have died down after numerous explanations that ‘they are a friend; yes, only a friend, and yes, we are both unmarried and the walls are thin, but you will not need to worry about any unsavory noises, as is routine.’ It’s evident that the nosiest of neighbors believe that he is lying, but he takes his words as seriously as the contracts that bind him.
If anything, the noises that can be heard are the random bursts of laughter or the playful arguments between you and Paimon. If the neighbors expected anything other than this, Zhongli cannot find it in himself to be apologetic because he cannot remember the last time his apartment was filled with so much sound or ever be so lively. The conversations seem ceaseless at times: whether he is sharing facts about Liyue Harbor or the random story he can remember that he thinks you would enjoy or whether you are the ones sharing stories of your own home-- or simply when Paimon asks a question that takes the entire night to explain.
Zhongli likes the way his stories can make you laugh. It sounded sweet on the week's journey to Daudapa Gorge, and it sounds sweeter now in the confines of his home. Sometimes, when your laughter is all spent and your eyes wet from mirth, he sees you look up at him behind a shy smile with cheeks warm from something other than osmanthus wine, and he finds that he cannot stop watching you.
That is not to say that he is lacking in amusement. Paimon herself would be fine entertainment from her ideas and dreams and strange train of thoughts, but with your quick witted humor and easy-going banter, there seems to be no end to his smiles. Even Hu Tao has pointed out that he smiles more during work in the funeral parlor, and that it was, quite frankly, a little weird. Zhongli has no problems not letting that get to him, considering her boisterous demeanor as the head of the parlor herself.
Another unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome change is the domesticity. Zhongli has always had his own routine: wake up at dawn to watch the ships leave the harbor, head over to the funeral parlor if he has been called in, peruse (and if he remembers his wallet, purchase) the new shipments, and come home for evening tea. With your presence, he finds himself waking up to sleepy Paimon and an even sleepier you, cracking an egg over the stone stove to cook breakfast. He eats in the morning now and receives an eagerly given lunchbox for him to take around when he goes to work.
The times in which you leave the apartment differs, just as the time you happen to come back, but you never fail to bid him farewell or greet him when he comes back. You tap his shoulder to call him over for dinner, and you pat his head when you head to sleep.
With you and Paimon, Zhongli gains a new routine-- one that he grows used to at an almost alarming rate, considering how unused he is to change. It’s almost a shame that this is a temporary set-up-- just until the drama dies down when Rex Lapis’ body is finally given its respects, and you can find a place to stay without being afraid of arrest. But as he has learned recently, some things are bound to change, whether he wants to or not.
Which is not a bad thing, per say, he thinks to himself, as he cuts through the onions you have asked of him. If there is anything his time as Zhongli has taught him and of his journey with you, the beauty in many things is that they do not last-- which is why it is ever more important to enjoy it while it does.
“Wow, you really don’t get bothered by the onions, huh.”
Zhongli chuckles, carefully cutting the onions for the stirfry Paimon has requested to eat tonight. He would have suggested eating at Wanmin Restaurant, but a grimace from you when you look at your wallet convinces him to suggest a home cooked meal tonight instead. “It is one of my many talents, it seems,” he says as you put your hands on your hips defiantly.
“You’re going to be cutting all the onions under this roof,” you announce, walking behind him to turn on the stove. “Ack, I can feel myself wanting to tear up just from walking past that. How do you stand that, Zhongli?”
The smell of sesame oil permeates the kitchen nicely when you pour it into the wok, the sizzling a rather pleasant sound to accompany it. “Aren’t you going to tell me where the onions come from?” You ask as he dices the volatile vegetable.
He turns his head ever so slightly at your question, surprised. He prefers to tell you inane, though fun facts and stories he thinks you would be interested in, but he is surprised every time you come to him for things about Teyvat or of Liyuen culture. Though, he would be lying to himself if that does not please him. “Is that something you would be interested in hearing?”
“Yeah,” you say, slightly distracted as you take out the ingredients from the cupboards, “I mean, Paimon and I can never find them in the wild, so I figured it doesn’t really grow naturally… so it must be from a farm?” He sees you wave a wooden spoon in question. “But where? Oh-- by the way, are the onions ready? The wok's ready."
“Ah, the onions are actually grown in the villages north of Liyue Harbor,” Zhongli replies, finishing the last of the dicing on the cutting board. “Though most of farms focus on exporting rice, there are some that farm mainly onions-- which is where you see most of the wares being brought in--”
“Oh shit, I put the fire up too high-- Zhongli, I’m going to grab the onions!”
“Ah, yes, apologies, here--”
He does not realize you are right behind him until he feels your body press against his for a moment, your hair brushing against his cheek as your arm reaches out for the cutting board. He cannot help but feel himself tense, only able to turn his head slightly just to see your face as close as it has ever been to his.
“Sorry, sorry,” you say quickly, taking note of his surprised expression. “Nice cutting-- okay, time to cook--” The moment is brief as you rush to slide the onions off the board and into the flames, if the crackling is anything to go on.
But he finds that he cannot stop thinking about how ticklish your hair was on his face or how warm you were. He remembers the longest embrace in your trembling arms and of your trailing fingertips on his shoulder for a wound that does not exist.
The kitchen is at a comfortable temperature with the stove going on high, but it is by no means hot by any standards. Yet Zhongli feels his ears burn.
“Zhongli?”
He should set the table, he thinks, but for some reason, he feels an ache in a chest every time he thinks of doing anything other than feeling your warmth again.
“Zhongli?” You ask again, shaking him from his thoughts. His hand curls into itself in a moment of panic as he turns around, wondering if his distraction was obvious. If he were not a God himself, he would have thanked the higher beings that you didn't notice. “Sorry,” you say instead, “I interrupted you last time. What were you saying about the onions? Something after onion farms?”
“Ah, yes, ahem,” he starts again. “Most of the wares the Second Life sells is mainly from the villages themselves, and…”
You continue to indulge him as Zhongli speaks about the farmlands of the north and about the mountain trade routes in the east when the two of you set up supper. He tries not to think about the way your fingers brush against his when he passes you a bowl of rice or about the way your bodies press together when you wash the dishes.
(Touch-starved.
He is touch-starved, he finds out much later down the road, when he is able to hold you in his arms without needing to ask. It is why he wishes your hand would linger on his shoulder when you call him to dinner or why he finds himself relaxing at your touch.
Or why he had started hoping that you would never decide to leave.
It seems almost too obvious now, in retrospect, but Zhongli does not mind that he is constantly learning something new about what it means to be human-- not when it means he can finally hold your hand walking down Liyue Harbor and squeeze your hand and feel you squeeze back.)
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Change of Plans
winter prompts day 9 ❄️ snowed in/winter storm
thanks to @in-love-with-writing002 for the idea! I’d like to do much more with it, but this is all my brain had time for tonight.
Everything starts with a question. One Jaskier suspects has been a long time coming.
They're sitting around the fire, Geralt sharpening his swords and Jaskier fumbling through the intro to his newest ballad. His fingers are too cold to be able to play it properly, but he's determined to get it finished so he can play it at the Solstice celebration in Oxenfurt this year. Last year Valdo had had a brand new song and Jaskier won't let himself be showed up again. So he plays through the cold and the numbness and Geralt's looks that are growing in frequency.
He hasn't said anything, so he can't be too upset about it, but the fifth time Jaskier restarts the song from the beginning, Geralt sighs and turns to him.
"It's getting cold," he says and Jaskier just looks at him. If he's only just noticing this, his Witcher senses must not be all they're cracked up to be.
"Yes," Jaskier agrees, a little sharply as he lifts his fingers to breathe some semblance of motion into them.
"I mean it's getting close to... that time of the year."
"Ah." That time of the year being when they separate for the winter. Jaskier doesn't like to think about it; he doesn't mind thinking ahead to his time in Oxenfurt and the celebrations, but the idea of leaving Geralt is rather unwelcome and he tries to avoid it as long as possible. Looking up at the sky, he sighs. He didn't think it was getting that cold.
"And I thought-"
Jaskier's eyes snap back down to Geralt's immediately and he struggles to control his heartbeat because he knows Geralt can hear it and he doesn't need him thinking he's jumping to conclusions, which he is. A little. But that's beside the point.
He doesn't dare say anything as Geralt looks straight ahead at the fire and fidgets with the rag in his hands.
"What I mean," Geralt corrects and Jaskier nearly crawls out of his skin in his impatience, "is that winter seems to be coming sooner this year and I should be heading north before the valley snows over."
"Right," Jaskier says, alarmed by his own breathlessness. But Geralt doesn't seem to be finished quite yet and when he glances up at him, Jaskier holds his breath.
"Would you- I mean- I thought it might be better if-" Geralt's fingers clench around the fabric in his hands and Jaskier wants to go to him, to assure him whatever he has to say is perfectly fine, but he can barely breathe in anticipation. He tries his best not to make assumptions, but he can't imagine what else would be this difficult for Geralt to ask. "Come with me?"
Jaskier's heart soars and it takes a lot more effort than he'd care to admit to keep from crying like a fool where he sits across from Geralt.
"Are you certain?" he asks. The last thing he wants to do is intrude on Geralt's family over the winter, especially if the invitation is somehow coerced. Geralt gives a curt nod and his lips twitch at the corner and it's a miracle Jaskier's body doesn't just drop out from under him.
He could cry, scream, laugh, but he doesn't want Geralt to regret his decision, so he just smiles across at him.
"I would be honoured."
In the morning, they make a plan to set out a week from now. It's long enough to reach town and gather supplies and find a horse for Jaskier that's capable of making the journey through the valley. The closest city is Hagge, but travelling there would mean backtracking and wasting time they don't have to spare, so instead, they start north. Geralt promises him that there's a town north of Ard Carraigh where he and his brothers stop to stock up for the trip, and as long as they make it there, they'll be fine.
But because Jaskier's never travelled in the winter and because he's excited about going to Kaer Morhen for the first time, things, inevitably, are not fine.
They're only two days out when the blizzard hits in the middle of the day.
It starts as light snow, so neither Geralt nor Jaskier thinks much of it, but as the day progresses so does the storm until they can barely see a foot in front of their faces. Well, Jaskier can't but he suspects not even Witchers can see through snow. He pushes on as well as he can - Geralt already feels guilty for making him walk through the night - but by the time he can see light again, Jaskier's boots are soaked through and he can barely feel his toes. He doesn't complain because he doesn't want Geralt thinking he can't make the trip, but he knows he's slowing them down.
That night, Geralt finds shelter in a crumbling building that might have once been a watchtower. It's dark and it's cold and without a fire, the only thing they have to eat are the preserves at the bottom of their bags. But when Geralt pulls him into his lap and wraps a blanket around the both of them, holding him close, Jaskier can't find much to complain about.
They reach the little town late the following night and Jaskier is dead on his feet, so he's relieved to find the innkeeper is quite friendly, if not familiar, with Geralt. For once, he takes a step back and lets Geralt organize lodgings for them while he struggles to keep his eyes open.
Eventually, Geralt leads him up to a room with a single bed and lets Jaskier drop onto it while he putters around the room, organizing their things.
"What are you doing?" Jaskier mumbles, already tugging a pillow under his head. His wet feet dangle over the edge of the bed and Geralt comes over to kneel next to him, tugging Jaskier's boots from his feet.
"We'll be here for at least a couple of days," he explains, "we might as well settle in."
"Thought we were going north? Up to the keep?"
"We are," Geralt assures him, "but we won't make it through the storm. We'll wait here until it passes and see what the valley is like then."
Jaskier doesn't like the sound of that one bit, but he's too tired to argue. Even when Geralt pulls him to his feet, he doesn't complain. He wavers slightly as he strips out of his wet clothes, but he can hardly be blamed when he's barely slept in the past few days. When he's stripped down to his braies and as dry as he's going to get, he slips back into bed, shuffling toward the wall to make space for Geralt. He falls asleep before Geralt even makes it to the bed.
In the morning, there is snow up to the windowsills and it still hasn't stopped snowing. Jaskier's spirits are dampened slightly, but he slips out of bed before Geralt wakes and orders breakfast to take back to the room in an attempt to cheer them both up. It works for a little while, but the snow picks up again in the afternoon.
By the third day, Jaskier has resigned himself to staying in this little no-name village over the winter. It's not Kaer Morhen with all its history or Oxenfurt with its lively parties, but he's here with Geralt and really that's all that matters. He is a little disappointed, but Geralt made the offer to take him north, so maybe they can revisit that next year.
That evening, Geralt goes down to discuss the room with the innkeeper and Jaskier takes the chance to look around a little. For a small town, the inn is particularly well-kept and there's even a small fireplace in their room with a stack of wood next to it. They have plenty of blankets and candles and even a few sparse decorations to brighten the place up a little. Jaskier would like to go out into the forest and make a wreath of his own, but he suspects Geralt would be against going out into the storm, so the decorations in place will have to do.
Maybe one year, he'll invite Geralt to Oxenfurt and show him a real celebration, but for this year, under the circumstances, the inn is fine.
Geralt returns after a short while, plopping down next to him on the bed.
"The innkeeper says we're welcome to stay as long as we like if you'll play for the other guests in the evenings."
"You know I'm always happy to entertain." Jaskier smiles but Geralt remains silent and his expression falls. "You'll miss them, won't you? Your brothers?"
"I don't see them every year," Geralt says but Jaskier knows he's dodging the question.
"What do you think they'll do then? Over the winter?"
"Eskel might already be up at the keep. He's sometimes early to help clear out the library. Lambert, I don't know. Last I heard he was travelling with someone, so maybe they'll spend the winter together."
Before he can think better of it, Jaskier reaches out, sliding his hand over Geralt's knee. Geralt's head jerks up to look at him, but he doesn't move.
"I'm sure they'll be fine, Geralt. I'm sure they're holed up somewhere nice and warm and nowhere near the storm." Geralt gives him a look of disbelief, but Jaskier just smiles encouragingly.
As it turns out, they're both right. His brothers are holed up somewhere nice and warm for the winter. Or they were until the farmer whose barn they were sleeping in decided he'd had quite enough of the noise. Which is how, in the middle of Jaskier's set one night, he finds himself choking on his own words as three grouchy Witchers pile into the inn.
Geralt is upstairs, but Jaskier would know them anywhere. It's fairly hard to mistake a Witcher. He knows only two of them are Geralt's brothers, but he assumes the third is the one he mentioned was travelling with Lambert. As soon as he sees them, he jumps from his makeshift stage and hurries over to them.
"Gentlemen!" He cries, "we've been worried about you. Thought you might be lost in the storm somewhere." The attention of the entire inn is on them as Jaskier beams up at the men. The bigger of the three - Eskel, he thinks, judging by the scar - gives him an odd look, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't tell me you're Geralt's bard?" he asks.
"I am!" Jaskier exclaims and a knowing look settles over the witchers. "Come in," he says and ushers them into the main room and down the hall.
It's not until Jaskier has all of them in the room and is looking between Geralt and the other three that he realizes he's made a very big mistake. Yes, he was looking forward to meeting the other Witchers and spending the winter with them, but he was also looking forward to having some time alone with just Geralt which is certainly not going to happen with three other Witchers sharing their room.
If nothing else, at least it will be an interesting winter.
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Snippet of “Awake” - First Chapter of “Divergence”
Hey, all! Wanted to share a snippet of the first chapter (”Awake”) of “Divergence” - a fic that will offshoot from “Heavy Metal Lover.” Note that this is basically a whole spoiler for chapter 20 of “Heavy Metal Lover.” If you’re like me and see random stuff saying “Don’t click if you haven’t read...” and click anyway: Hi! Welcome, chaos lover. If you like this and want to know the context, please feel free to check out the full work on AO3.
“Divergence” should be posted within two weeks and will be open to requests for the reader (”Lucky”) to have different experiences than what she has in the original. This can mean the following:
- AUs
- Re-tellings of certain scenes of the original
- Reader-specific details included in old or new/original scenes (i.e., reader is plus sized, skinny, tall, short, etc.)
- Genderbending of any of the characters
Originally made this Tumblr to share snippets of the stories on...so happy that I could finally do that! If you want to skip writing that was in the story, you can start at “Though sleep pulled at your eyelids...”
Story contains mature elements, swearing, and explicit mention of sex. Please be forewarned.
Looking back, it would only be a wonder that it did not occur sooner.
As soon as you were alone in the bedroom, you took off your shoes and eyed the clothes Heisenberg had provided you from the factory...
...before turning to the tub.
Couldn't hurt to bathe. Love to be clean.
That man is coming back up to this bedroom.
This is the point, self.
The logical side of your brain, for once, remained quiet.
Though you had clearly lost all sense of sensibility, you at least moved the divider to completely block the tub from any but the most determined of views.
The water had been scalding when you got in.
By the time you had bathed and decided that your foolishness had reached its limit, it was stark cold.
"This was stupid," you said. "Fucking stupid. What did I want? Him to join me? This is the universe saying 'Wake the fuck up.'"
Though your fingers were pruned, you dried yourself off and pulled a nightgown from the small cupboard beneath the sink.
Sheer as ever. Fuck's sake. The universe had truly saved you.
Until it hadn't.
Heisenberg rushed into the room like a rocket and you jumped as the door slammed close.
"...you here, Luck?"
"Yeah," you called out. "Um...don't come over here...gotta get dressed real quick."
"...k" called Heisenberg.
Wasting no time, you slid the gown over your body and made sure to fan out the edges as far as they would go.
You needed no mirror to see your nipples proudly displayed through the fabric.
Mouthing a 'fuck' for good measure, you frowned.
"Heisenberg?"
"Yes?"
"Do you...do you mind looking away for a second?"
"From you?"
"Yes."
"...are...are you coming out naked?"
"No," you snapped.
An awkward silence greeted you.
"Heisenberg?"
"Huh?"
"You looking away?"
"Oh. Yeah. You're good now."
Peeking from behind the divider, you only saw Heisenberg's back.
With more speed than you were familiar with, you bolted to the bed and ducked under the covers.
Once secure beneath the pillowy softness, you breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay. It’s safe."
You did not miss how Heisenberg whirled around.
"Oh...fuck...that was fast."
"Yeah," you said absently.
"Trying to set a fucking record?"
"Something like that."
"Mmn. I...gotta get changed."
"Okay."
The two of you stared at the other.
"You trying to get a free show or you gonna cover those peepers?"
"...I figured you would go behind the divider."
"The divider is on your side of the bed."
"Oh," you said dumbly. "Oh. Yeah...wait."
Yanking the pillow from underneath your head, you smashed it onto your face above your mouth and pressed down.
Heisenberg chuckled. "Dramatic as hell."
"Doing what you asked of me."
"...didn't formally ask you to...did I?"
Swallowing found your throat on fire.
"Mmn."
"What was that?"
"Mmn," you repeated.
"Heh...don't go into public speaking, kid."
You frowned at the ceiling and the darkness of your eyes.
Instead of speaking, Heisenberg decided to tell you he was done by climbing in the bed beside you. It struck you suddenly that lamps had been placed in the room instead of the candles that the castle was so beset with. But when you removed your pillow, you found yourself met by more muted darkness.
"Sure you okay with this?" asked Heisenberg. "I can fuck off and go into another room. I like to bitch like a drama king, but I don't need anything crazy set up for me."
"Bed is pretty big," you said carelessly. "S'okay. We've been closer."
The chuckle Heisenberg gave was absolutely filthy.
"We have...haven't we?"
The fucking lilt would be the death of you. What a relief it was to blink blindly and stupidly at the man in peace without judgment.
"Hey - last time I'm reminding you...what's your one job?"
"Get you out in the morning," you replied.
"Because?"
"Ah...generators...production line...something about a reset..."
"That's my girl. Nighty night, Luck."
"Night, Heis."
A turn. A breath. A feeling that you would never be able to sleep with the man so close that you could feel his body heat radiating from him like a welcome sign.
But you awoke.
You awoke often.
You awoke in the middle of the night from a dream you could barely recall and all the images of Alcina at the forefront of your mind.
You awoke in Heisenberg's arms and sobbed into his chest as he clung you to him just as sweetly as any of your snowy imaginings.
"Fuck you doing awake? No...shh...it's okay...shh...you're alright. I'm here. I've got you."
Though sleep pulled at your eyelids, you nudged your head up to feel the spikes of Heisenberg's scruff. You had to stay awake. Could not return to sleep and Alcina awaiting you with her long talons and even longer legs.
"Nightmare?"
You nodded into his neck.
"Mmn. Have those myself...think you can go back to sleep? Don't think it's quite time for me to leave yet if you just wanna yak about it or something."
Swallowing, you exhaled. "Don't wanna go back to sleep."
With a grunt, Heisenberg sat up to leave you curled on the sheets.
"Just checking the time..."
When Heisenberg turned to pull something from the floor, you noticed that your eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dark. Enough so that you saw the loose movements of his arms and realized that he had gone to bed without a shirt.
"Fuck...two in the morning..."
"I'm sorry," you said, tensing. But Heisenberg was mumbling and coming back to you with open arms. "Sorry I woke you..."
"S'alright," he said, yawning afterward. "Gotten less sleep and done more stupid things after than make sure the reset doesn't fuck up the factory..."
As he spoke, you could feel one of his hands rubbing up and down your arm a bit too roughly. An awkward and well intended move to comfort you.
"Still...I'm sorry...you need all the sleep you can manage to get. I don't know how much work the whole factory thing will be..."
"Honestly not much as long as I get back in time," he said, hand squeezing your arm for good measure before returning to that same rough rubbing motion. "Could probably even come back here afterwards...heh...that would spook that sixty-foot snake."
You laughed a sleepy laugh and settled further into his grasp.
"Mmn...like a fucking little bunny...cuddling into me and shit..."
"I can stop...pull away..."
Heisenberg's hand stopped rubbing you in favor of clutching you to him.
"Shh...you're talking nonsense. Need some sleep."
"Heis..."
"Shhh..."
"Heis, you can just tell me that you like it when we cuddle."
When he tsked and laid his chin on your head, you smiled. It felt so much like that day at the stronghold.
"Why would I say that? Not in the business of lying to people."
Lying...yes...because what we are doing now is causing you so much distress...
"Well," you said, smiling. "I'll say it then. I like it when we cuddle. Especially in bed. Feels more comfy than cuddling in front of the lycans."
A shiver - as though Heisenberg had been beset by the cold - ran through his body.
"Oof...y'okay?"
"Yeah, yeah..." he said absently. "Uh...actually...we might wanna go to sleep after all..."
"Mmn?"
"Yeah...early morning..."
"You mind if I hold onto you for a while? This...this actually helps from the nightmare."
The only way you knew how to describe Heisenberg in that moment was jittery. His movements were fine on their own but were conducted with such awkward quickness as to be alarming.
When he did not answer you, you looked up at him through the dark.
"What's wrong?" you asked.
A beat of silence and then another.
"Nothing's wrong." Quick words to match his quick movement.
"Heisenberg..."
"It's Heis."
"...you...Heis...something isn't right. Just talk to me. In English, preferably."
What you could only assume was a curse in German fell from his lips.
"I...fuck's sake, buttercup...I don't know how to...if you...this was such a bad idea...so fucking STUPID."
"What?" You paused, gathering enough evidence from his huff. "Sleeping together?"
"Yes."
"It was your idea."
"I FUCKING KNOW THAT, OKAY?" he hissed. "Just...I thought...earlier...it made more sense...this made more sense..."
"Glad something did because I am completely and utterly confused," you admitted.
"You're confused? You started flirting with me." Heisenberg grumbled something low and rough. "Fucking gave me ideas...false hope...so I thought...guh I'm such a fucking idiot..."
Hope began to fuel you too. Fuel you and feed into the most terrible of terrific ideas.
"Are you...whatever you're trying to say...I was flirting with you. That wasn't false. Honestly...I was in the bathtub just moments before you came in hoping you would join me."
"...you what now?"
You could not help but laugh. The fact that you could not see Heisenberg's expressive face only added to the hilarity as you imagined a hundred different emotions running through that scarred skin.
"I took a bath...a long one...hoping that you would come up here in the middle of it and offer to join me...figured one thing could lead into another and the bed was here anyway..."
The pauses in between Heisenberg's voice could only endear you to him. He seemed every bit lost for words.
"You...are you talking about...what are you talking about?"
"Sleeping with you," you supplied with a shrug. "What are you talking about?"
"Sleeping...you...ah...I wasn't...I wasn't mistaken? Shit...I...I may or may not have a fucking stiffy over here...because the cuddling is...something you enjoy so much."
"Oh?" you purred. The chance of escaping in the delights of Heisenberg’s body made your body positively teem with anticipation. But you could not forget your own actions...the last time you had seen him in such a vulnerable state. Losing some confidence, you glanced at the darkness of the bed instead of his body. "Umm...I want to touch you...want to...would it be okay if I touched you?"
"Yeah...course. You've touched me before."
"No...I mean...is it...fuck...can I jack you off?"
For a long while, Heisenberg said nothing.
The next thing you heard was a rattling spit.
"OUCH GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!" he whispered.
"What's wrong?"
"Pinched myself."
"You...why are you pinching yourself?"
"Because I'm clearly fucking awake but clearly dreaming at the same time because yes, I would enjoy that very much. Please. And thank you."
"Are...are you sure?"
Heisenberg's hand came down heavy but without malice on your neck.
"OW!"
"Shit...I was trying to grab your hand."
Providing your hand to his, you hitched a breath when he splayed it against his chest. His heartbeat thudded against your palm. Wrenching your knees upward, you brushed against that heated length between his legs.
"I...um...we should probably talk about boundaries before I do this."
"Huh?"
"Is this...are you okay with me just jacking you off?"
"Just? This is a goddamn holiday. Marking it on the calendar. Nothing little about it."
"Dumbass. That's not what I'm saying," you said, scratching his chest somewhat affectionately to show him that you meant no harm. "Do you...are you wanting anything more? Because I'm on my period...I'm up for it...but it might get messy and I know that's the last mess I want a certain someone finding."
"We...we can do more? More like..." You heard him take in a shaky inhale. "Can we...is like full blown intercourse on the table?"
"Sure...long as you don't call it that again," you said, shaking your head.
Grumbling and tensing his shoulders, Heisenberg whined when you dropped your touch to round one of his nipples.
"What the fuck else am I supposed to call it?"
"Sex. Fucking. Making love," you added jokingly. "Um...ah...you know...I hadn't thought about it, but maybe you genuinely didn't know. German to English...or...ah...Romanian to English. Might not have those words."
"I like making love," he said with certainty in his voice. "Let's do that. Make love."
You had expected him to laugh at that suggestion if he acknowledged it at all. But there he was giddy and practically giggling over the most flowery option he was given.
"Okay...are there any places that you don't like being touched?"
"Not that I know of," he admitted. "Are there...is there somewhere I shouldn't touch you?"
"Not necessarily...just...no going down on me this time. Sex is one thing-"
"Making love."
"-us um...us making love is fine, but I don't want to get eaten out while my period is going on. And don't show me your dick after or comment on the blood...just...get rid of it. Please. And...and nothing too crazy to start out with. I'm not a prude, but don't want to be choked or anything harsh like that. Just...vanilla for our first go. Then we can see where things take us."
"Roger that! Heard loud and clear," he said, leaning his face to kiss your forehead. For all the lack of a relationship, Heisenberg was making you feel far much more mushy and cared for than your ex ever had. You let your hand round his stomach slow and soft in response.
"Thank you. We...if you want to, I'll jack you off for a bit before you grab the condom."
"The...I don't have one of those."
That made you freeze.
"Not even in this room? Your chambers? If you don't feel like getting up, I can grab them from wherever they are."
Heisenberg went uncharacteristically quiet.
"Heis?"
"None in this room," he said plainly.
"I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable by asking...but...is that typical? You having sex without a condom?"
It worried you. Here you were all too willing to have him fuck you into the mattress while he could be having all sorts of unprotected sex with who knows who in the village. He was attractive - a lord. Anyone with a pair of eyes could easily fall in lust if not love with him.
Anyone with ears too...fucking sexy ringmaster voice...
"Not typical, no."
"No? Has it just...been a while?"
"Never."
"Huh?"
"Never made love before."
That sent you sitting up in bed.
"WHAT?"
"What?"
"HEISEN..." you lowered your voice, realizing he was growing tense. "You've never...I don't believe you. Quit joking. Not the time."
"Not joking," he grumbled. "Why would I joke about that?"
"You're just..."
"I'm what?"
"You're you," you said as if it clarified anything at all. "You're a lord in a small town. You have a face of a model. Not...not trying to open old wounds, but you're absolutely gorgeous underneath all those layers..."
"Yeah," he snorted. "Fatass McGee will be strutting the runways any day now."
"Oh my god...you're serious." Lying back down, you brought your hand to the clothed length between his legs. He had grown noticeably more soft since the brush of your knee, but you could feel his cock twitch when you cupped him. "So...no one? Not even foreplay or...what about kissing?"
"...ahhh...nah...none of that either...you're probably the first person to see me naked since I was a little kid...well...maybe a few folks in Constantinople. Got sloshed one time and woke up naked tied to a lamppost. But...other than that...all you."
There seemed to be no end to the surprises that would fall from Heisenberg's mouth. You stared at him - or the inky shadow that was him - and ran teasing fingers up his shaft.
"I uhh...fuck...I'm pretty sure anyone who saw me then is dead by now though," he supplied.
"Heis...you're so fucking ridiculous."
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~please bunny come back to me~
Want to make a request?: https://forms.gle/NyZgUcqkCPzHRvVn6
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Rating: SFW (Angst to Fluff)
Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Pro Hero Y/N
Warnings: Serious injury, arguing (tense words)
A/N: Hi you beautiful milky buds! How are you doing? I’m so grateful to have each and every single one of you. I have been getting so many questions lately and here requests are ALWAYS open. I do post DAILY. Just to clear some things up.
If you have a million ideas you want me to write, create a million requests I really don’t mind. Not to mention if you want a request for another anime, go for it! If I don’t write for that anime I will tell you. You’ll have the most luck with these to name a few
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~Fairy Tail
~Haikyu!
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To name a few. If you want to ask about another feel free to ask me! Today’s request reads like this.
Hi! Its me @megustaitachi again lol. I LOVED the request I asked you a few days ago, you wrote it SO SOFT AHH PRECIOUS😭💓. I want to ask you a question, if you don't mind I'll be here making request of my favs characters hehe, is there's a name we can call you? Obviously if you feel comfortable, I would like to know, thanks! *Now the real request* Can I request an scenario or a series*if u want* when Pro Hero Tamaki and his Pro Hero s/o have a fight and the next day y/n have a fight with a villain and they fell like in coma and Tamaki is sad because they didn't apologize for the fight but then y/n wakes up and they apologized and end up cuddling. <3 *yes, I love angst that ends in cuddles ⊂(・﹏・⊂)* Thanks! <3
<3 I said it last time and I'll say it again, I LOVE YOUR WORK KWHWOW💓🙌🏼
Thank you, thank you so much for this request! It’s so angsty ah my poor bby tama. Also you can call me Sokki! Sok, Milky, are a few of my nicknames too so I don’t mind if you call me those either.
I’m thinking I might make part two of this but I am not sure either. If you want one tell me though!
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Part Two
“You shouldn’t have done that!”
You sat on the couch, your head in your hands as Tamaki frantically paced in front of you. You knew he was just upset, just worried, but there was no way you could’ve predicted the villain’s next move. You didn’t know that moving to the spot that you did would put you in danger.
“Tamaki I know I messed up! Let it go!” you finally shouted back. Your head rising from your hands. Tamaki stopped pacing and turned to look at you.
“Let it go?” he asked, his voice rising. “You nearly got yourself killed, like you were trying to hurt yourself.” he said, his voice shaky. He hated arguing with you. He hated it so much. He wanted to sit down and cuddle you, forget this ever happened but you could’ve gotten hurt!
“Oh I wanted to get hurt?” you said back in frustration, becoming a bit outraged. Tamaki nodded as both of your phones rang. You answered with a frustrated sigh.
Another villain was on the loose and they needed the two of you.
Being a pro hero dating a pro hero was hard, but being a pro hero fighting your pro hero significant other and then having to fight with them is different. You sighed, turning to Tamaki heading towards the door. He followed behind you.
“Are you gonna hurt yourself again this time?” he asked, annoyed slightly. You ran out in front of him, Tamaki following behind as you ran to the crime scene. “Watch out I just might, then you won’t have such an incompetent partner huh Tama?” you said sarcastically. Tamaki sighed.
“Wouldn’t that be nice” he murmured to himself. You almost stopped running and he could feel the regret sink in about what he said. You turned to him, opening your mouth to say something, but you ended up just shaking your head and continuing to run to the crime scene.
~~~
All you hear was Tamaki shouting out to you, “Bunny watch out!” as you shielded an innocent bystander before you were engulfed in a ball of blue flame, the fire exploded into a terrible blue explosion.
Your world went dark and you felt like you were in a void. You could feel rustling beneath you, you saved someone’s life, but at what cost? You fell back, feeling your back hit the paved road. Your eyes couldn’t open, they were closed. Your mouth, your lungs, gasping for air as you felt yourself slip. You heard voices,
‘Bunny! Bunny!’
You could faintly feel something on your shoulders. But then it all faded, diminishing into darkness.
~~~
Tamaki wandered the streets a bouquet of roses in his hand. Today was supposed to be your anniversary together. He walked, the rain beginning to lightly dribble down, his tears falling down his cheeks. He missed you, dearly, and he couldn’t get those horrible things he said to you out of his head.
2 months passed by now and Tamaki was doing mediocre hero work. Every day he’d look at your costume and hold it close to him, crying alone in your lonely apartment. The apartment the two of you shared.
He wanted everything of yourself. He kept it around the house, sometimes he’d go through your clothes, trying to see if any scent of you still lingered behind. He'd eat your favorite snacks and watch the shows and movies you’d like. Your apartment walls were covered in pictures of you, your Pro Hero merch was everywhere. Anyone would think he’d be a crazed super fan but he was just in pain. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and apologize over and over again.
But he couldn’t.
His alarm went off on his phone and he quickly grabbed his jacket and threw on his shoes, rushing out of the apartment.
~~~
“Welcome back Tamaki.” the brown haired lady said. She clicked her fingers along her keyboard as she sat behind the desk of the hospital. “You know the way, and you’re here just on time. Visiting hours have started so go on ahead.” she said, giving him a small smile.
Tamaki nodded and made his way through the hospital to the ICU.
He made his way to your room, opening the door. You were hooked up to dozens of machines and monitors, many lines moving into your arms and chest. Tamaki was here every day he could be, but it didn’t get any easier. He realized he forgot the roses at home but it didn’t matter much. He pulled up a seat, sitting beside you like he normally did.
He rubbed your forehead and cheeks gently, tears rolling down his eyes. He felt the emotions bubble in him all over again and his head plopped down on your chest, his hands beside his head. He sobbed uncontrollably. His body shook as the blankets muffled his cries. The room had been changed for you, what with all of the plush blankets, soft pillows, plushies, and clothes he brought here for you. He brought you a switch even though you couldn’t play it. He bought a mini fridge and snack basket so he could fill them when you woke up.
But you weren’t waking up.
The pain in him was almost unbearable. His muffled apologies filled the otherwise quiet room. He couldn’t help it, not able to ever hold it in when he was next to you.
But then he stopped.
He could only feel it slightly but he sat up, his eyes going wide as he stared right into yours. He was frozen in place, was he dreaming? Your beautiful eyes were staring back at him. Tamaki remembered what the doctors told him what would’ve happened when you woke up. You’d be confused, not sure who he was or what was going on. Tamaki quickly rushed up and hit the button requesting a doctor. He sat back next to you holding your hand.
Your finger moved again.
You were back to him, and he wouldn’t let you go again.
To be continued...
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Sophie introduced him to the whole group, then separately to her roommates all sitting together at the top of the table. “This is Isobel,” she nodded, “this is Andrea,” she waved, “and this is Juliet,” she smiled.
Rafe nodded, smiling at the three of them. “Isabelle -”
“Isobel.” She corrected. “Ee-so-belle.”
“Ee-so-belle.” He repeated slowly, trying with the accent. “Sorry, I’ll remember that. And you’re Andrea, and you’re Juliet.”
“Rafe, do you always show up late to places?” Isobel asked him with a stern look, nudging Sophie under the table. She tried her best to hold back a grin as he shook his head quickly, the tips of his ears turning red. “No, um, sorry, we got held up by the - the subway -”
“The metro.” Sophie corrected calmly.
“Yes! The metro. Sorry, uh, jetlag.” Rafe tried, looking nervous.
“Uh huh.” She nodded, trying to seem unconvinced, and Andrea snorted into her mimosa, making all of them laugh. “Andrea!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t keep it up!”
Rafe glanced between the four girls, confused. “Keep what up?”
Sophie grinned, squeezing his leg under the table. “I told them they could grill you a little. Andrea just has no poker face.”
“We’ve heard so much about you, I feel like we already know each other.” Juliet told him with a welcoming smile.
The girls all nodded in agreement and Sophie beamed at their approval, letting them go on with stories about their antics as roommates, like when Juliet had set off the fire alarm while smoking - three times - and when Andrea brought a boy over and he turned out to be a total bust, so they girls had to make up an excuse to rescue her from the awkward situation. As Isobel reached across the table for the salt, Rafe noticed a small carnation tattooed just below the inside of her elbow, still a little red. “I like that, is it new?”
“It is!” She nodded down the table. “Mateo just did some of them for us last week. Oh my god, Sophie, do you remember like a month ago -”
Sophie shook her head quickly, sending her a pointed glare. “I don’t remember. Anything. Ever.”
Andrea hid a giggle behind her napkin at the way Sophie’s cheeks went red, and Juliet smirked. “The initials R.C. don’t ring a bell?”
“Stoooop.” She whined and Rafe caught on quickly, grinning. “Was that when she tried to get the tattoo on her hip?”
“Yes!” Andrea exclaimed, laughing. “Oh my god, it was like five inches tall and looked like it’d been written by a primary schooler.”
“You were determined.” Isobel grinned, poking Sophie in the side and put on a poorly done American accent to mimic her. “Nooo, guys, I hafta get it!”
Juliet joined in, her American accent even worse. “I’ve only had four drinks, I’m fine! Like, sober!”
“That was with Sebastian’s heavy pour, too.” Andrea added, laughing. “I think we got to know a little too much about you that night.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Sophie was bright red now and nudged her elbow into Rafe’s side when he went to ask another question. “I FaceTimed him that night, he saw how bad it was.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t get it.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“Besides, she already has the ring, it’s not like she needed that to ward any guys off.” Isobel pointed out nonchalantly and Sophie bit her lip, trying to be subtle as she hid her hand under the table and switched her ring from her ring finger back to her middle, something she’d forgotten to do in her haste to pick him up from the airport.
Rafe noticed immediately, of course, but chose not to comment. “Maybe a temporary tattoo instead.” He teased, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. When their waiter came back around to take everyone’s real food order instead of just adding to their sangria, most of the table ordered in Spanish with ease, including Sophie.
She looked to him to explain his order but he straightened up a little, clearing his throat. “Uh, hola! Yo comer los huevos con chorizo, por favor.” He gave the waiter a proud smile and Isobel had to hide a snort in her napkin at his horrible pronunciation and grammar - it was as butchered as possible. The waiter furrowed his brow a little and Sophie subtly pointed at his option on the menu. The waiter laughed, clapped Rafe on the shoulder and told him - in a nearly-perfect American accent - “Welcome to Spain, buddy.”
“Since when do you speak Spanish?” Sophie held back a grin, not wanting to burst Rafe’s bubble.
He beamed, taking it as a compliment. “I did a little studying over the summer.”
“It wasn’t horrible!” Juliet chimed in with an encouraging smile, not noticing Rafe’s face drop. Sophie winced and kissed his cheek. “It’s alright, we’ll practice. The idea’s there.”
He kept his voice down, turning to her with a curious look. “You mean it? It wasn’t bad?”
“No! Not really. I mean, some things could use some work, but you have like, the basic foundation -”
“Sophie. No lying.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“Oh, bullshit - you’ve lied so many times -”
“Pre-relationship does not count!” She exclaimed, grinning as she swatted him with her napkin. “We agreed. No bringing that up.”
He grinned back, poking her side. “What, are you trying to hide our sordid past from your roommates?”
She fixed him with a cross look, shaking her head. “Sordid hardly describes it. Just a few arguments here and there, that was all.”
“Ah, you seem to have a selective memory.” He smirked and squeezed her knee under the table. “You hated me.”
She frowned. “I never hated you. Just, maybe, didn’t like you sometimes.”
“Understatement of the century.” He trailed his hand up her thigh and she pushed his hand away, giving him a warning look. “Rafe Cameron.”
He just gave her a smile and moved his hand back to her knee until their food arrived.
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Three packed days later of showing Rafe around, Sophie had to say a tearful goodbye to her roommates. It was hard for her to leave her newfound friends she’d grown so close to, but they promised they’d see her again - they’d all applied early for graduate programs scattered throughout the US, some starting as early as January.
Somehow, after a lot of persuading over the summer, Sophie had convinced Rafe to rent a car and drive to Nice in France. It was a little over six hours of a drive and along the coastline, and he couldn’t say no to her after she’d sent multiple photos of the coast and fancy cars they could rent too. After loading everything into the car and carefully adjusting the short driver’s seat, Rafe grinned over at her. “Ready to go?”
“Yes, but I have something for you.” She reached into the backseat and pulled a wrapped box out of her tote bag, practically buzzing with excitement. “I know your birthday won’t be until we’re in Rome, but I think you’d like this now. The rest of your gift is back in Ohio though.”
He took the box, fixing her with a playfully stern look. “I thought I told you no presents? Just being here with you is enough.”
“Yeah, yeah, I didn’t listen. Open it.”
He opened it curiously, then grinned when he saw the camcorder printed on the box. He’d mentioned earlier in the summer how he’d like to have something that wasn’t just his phone to document senior year, and then to be able to edit the footage together into little montages each month. Of course, she’d listened and found the perfect gift. “You remembered!”
“It’s the right kind, I think, but double check for me?” She asked, urging him to open the box. “I did a lot of research making sure it was the right one.”
He took the camera out and inspected it, nodding. “It’s perfect. I love it, Sophie, thank you.” He turned to her and smacked a kiss to her cheek, grinning when she turned her head and caught his lips with hers.
“You’re welcome. I was going to wait, but figured you could take videos of our trip and everything.” She beamed.
Rafe’s grin morphed into a smirk as he flipped the camera on, pointing it toward her. “Is the rest of the present that we’re making a sex tape?”
She immediately rolled her eyes, huffing as she reached for the camera. “Okay. You just ruined the moment, good job.”
He laughed, pushing her hand away and put it back in the box. “Thank you, for real. It’s awesome.”
She took the box and put it back in the backseat, smiling. “Welcome. Happy early birthday, old man.”
Rafe started up the car and flicked on the radio, handing Sophie his phone loaded up with their directions. “Twenty-two is hardly old.”
“Ancient.” She laughed. “Alright, this says we’ll get there by two, so just in time to check in to the hostel and we can stop to eat halfway. Feel okay about driving? Because I can trade with you -”
“Absolutely not. And, uh, about the hostel.” He kept his eyes on the road as he drove.
“I thought I sent you all the information, you said you’d book it -”
“No, no, not that, I have everything covered. Just.” He tapped his fingers on the wheel.
“Just?” She cocked her head curiously.
“I may have gone a different route for accommodation in Nice.”
“Rafe. I said I’d pay for my things.”
He didn’t need to glance over at her to feel her slow-building annoyance, but did anyways. “I know! I know. I was just thinking, we’re going to the beach and we’ll be all sandy and whatever afterward, it might be nice to have a real hotel and our own bathroom. Just for there, I booked the hostels for Italy.”
“Just for there.” She repeated, skeptical.
He nodded to confirm. “We’ve just been so busy with everyone - which I totally understand - but I thought it’d be nice to have it be just us for a few days.”
She considered it for a moment - he did make a great point. “I can transfer money from my savings to cover my half.”
“No.”
“Rafe.”
“I’m serious, Sophie, no. The hostels, fine, but not for Nice.” He declared. He’d chosen a boutique hotel instead of a big expensive chain hotel in hopes that would hide how much he spent, so she didn’t question it.
She frowned, crossing her arms. “I really don’t want to fight over this, baby, but I told you -”
“So don’t fight. I’ve got it.” He reached over and rested his hand on her knee and squeezed it reassuringly. “Ward gave me extra money.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Ward gave you extra money to spend on your trip with me? I’m supposed to believe that? I don’t think he even knows my name still.”
“Well.” He paused, nodding. “Not exactly for the trip, he just put double in my account for my birthday month. I think he feels a little guilty, last year he forgot.” Rafe tried to force a laugh, but it came out more pained than he wanted.
She frowned and reached over to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “He forgot your birthday? Seriously?”
“Yeah. It’s no big deal, happens. Anyways, um. I’m not letting you pay for it.”
She could tell he was growing uncomfortable talking more about Ward and nodded. “Okay. Fine, but just this once.” She gave him a small smirk. “You think the walls are thin?”
“I think the building is structurally sound, baby.” He gave her a confused glance.
She laughed, shaking her head. “That is so not what I meant.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Think harder.”
He furrowed his brow for a moment, then shook his head. “I give up.”
“We only had sex once since we’ve been back together.”
“What does that have to do with thin walls - ohhhh. Right. You know, sometimes I forget how dirty you are, I appreciate the reminder.” He grinned and she tugged on the ends of his hair, rolling her eyes. “Fuck off, you are too.”
“Think we could pull over when we make it to France and have a quickie on the side of the road?”
She raised her eyebrows, skeptical. “Do you speak enough French to get us out of trouble if we get caught and arrested?”
“Minor details.” Rafe laughed, nudging his head back into her hand a little so she’d start playing with his hair again. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She responded, scratching his head lightly.
“I love you. So damn much.”
Sophie beamed and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Love you too, fool. I’m glad you’re here.”
He grinned widely. “Yeah? Me too. I really hated being away from you.”
She frowned, just a little. “At least you had your internship to distract you though, right?”
“I was too damn nervous about Brooklyn doing something to fuck us up half the time.” He confessed. “I’m really sorry she kissed me, I should have known -”
“Quit.” She cut him off firmly. “I don’t want to hear a single thing about her on this trip, and I especially don’t want to hear apologies for that. Not your fault.”
He bit this inside of his cheek, sparing a glance over at her. “You mean it?”
“Of course I mean it. I’m glad you’re willing to tell me, but it’s over with. Quit stressing.”
“I wasn’t stressing -”
“You’re too easy to read, baby.” She flicked the back of his neck and he yelped, laughing. “I am not.”
“You absolutely are, you wear your heart on your sleeve and I love you for that.” Sophie grinned. “No more talking about her.”
“Jealous.” He quipped, smiling over at her.
“Damn straight.”
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“So what is it you call them again?” Talltail’s eyes narrowed skeptically.
“They’re called cars, so I’ve been told.” Jake replied.
They were crouched a fox-length away from a bright red shiny monster sitting quietly in front of a twoleg den.
“Is it dead?” Talltail asked, instinctively keeping his voice quiet as if he half expected the thing to roar to life any moment.
“I don’t even think they’re alive. At least, it certainly doesn’t smell alive. All I know is when housefolk gets inside one, they start moving”
“Hm.” Talltail kicked a small pebble at it. Nothing. Jake was right about that, they certainly didn’t smell like any living thing. “And what about the lights in their eyes? It’s not fire, but there are lights like that all over the twoleg places.”
“I dunno, housefolk are just good at making light that isn’t hot I guess. Between us, I think their eyesight in the dark is awful.”
“So you don’t even know how twolegs make the things they do?”
“Not really,” Jake shrugged. “But do you understand exactly how plants grow or how birds can fly?”
“Well...no, they just do. I suppose...you sort of have a point.” Talltail admitted. “But I still don’t trust these things. They sound like monsters to me. Let’s keep going, I don’t like looking at it’s eyes, even if they aren’t alive.”
They walked through gardens, keeping to the grass and sparse trees alongside the hard stone Thunderpaths and trails. As the dusky sky turned to a pale gray dawn, they saw twolegs every so often, and many of them paused to look at the two cats walking side by side. Talltail didn’t like going past them, but after narrowly escaping another aggressive group of strays, and a lost dog, Jake eventually convinced Talltail that twolegs were the lesser of the two evils. So, daylight travel it was.
“Just don’t make eye contact,” Jake said. “They’re slow, so even if they want to pet us, we can just run and they’ll give up.”
“They just try petting every animal that walks by!?” Talltail hissed.
“Well some of them, if they can.”
Talltail snorted. The absolute arrogance of assuming that because a couple cats liked them, that meant every cat wanted to be their friend. I don’t try to groom every cat I walk by because that would be weird, Talltail thought with an irritated twitch of his tail. But he was quickly finding most twolegs weren’t necessarily the ruthless predators he’d imagined them to be in his youth. They were, however, incredibly annoying.
But on the brighter side, he’d found that he really had started to get used to the sounds of the town, even though it was still overwhelming. They had to duck behind a house every now and again when a particularly loud string of monsters passed.
“We’re almost there,” Jake assured him. “I’m...mostly sure of it. When we were on the roof, I got a better idea of where we were. The alley cats chased us in the wrong direction, but we should be able to get there without crossing anyone's territory.”
After only a couple more turns down the stone path, Jake raised his tail. “Ah! There it is!” he exclaimed. “See those tall trees up ahead? I’m sure that’s where the park is.”
“Is this ‘park’ actually...safe?” Talltail asked as they grew closer. In the distance, he knew the pines that bordered ShadowClan’s territory were close. There was a ring of twoleg dens blocking it, but such a forested area would surely house prey to some cat.
“Well, twolegs walk through it with their dogs, but they have them on leashes. Don’t worry, I know not all dogs are like Dusty. I won’t make you get slobbered by any more of them,” Jake added quickly when he saw Talltail’s alarm.
“I appreciate that,” Talltail said with a shudder.
The park was a large area with sparse patches of woods and bushes surrounded by large grassy fields. Not the fields Talltail was used to, but very short soft grass that would be impossible to hide in, and most of it stank of stale dog scent. Talltail thought he would be able to relax once they’d reached a more natural familiar area, but even this place felt very...off compared to the woodland and fields he knew. Like the plants and trees were all too...neat.
“Well, it’s still better than the town,” Talltail sighed. “But where to start looking…”
“What exactly are you planning on doing when you find them?” Jake asked with a sideways glance.
“Uh...” Talltail paused. He hadn’t been thinking of it in detail, he’d just been repeatedly telling himself that he’d figure it out when he got there. “I’ll... figure it out when I get there?” he said.
“You don’t want to fight all of them do you?” Jake’s eyes were round with concern.
“No, of course not.” Talltail for the first time felt a stab of guilt for the visitors when he thought of Mole, Reena, and her parents. They had been so kind. Reena had even been his friend for a while. They wouldn’t think so kindly of him after this, but their feelings couldn’t be at the front of his mind. They were protecting a bad cat. Sparrow didn’t even care about the others as much as Hen, he’d practically said so himself. If Talltail could just get Sparrow away from the others somehow, they wouldn’t have to get involved at all.
While he was thinking, Jake had gotten distracted and was looking up at a massive oak tree with long hanging branches splaying out. He had an eager light in his eyes, like a kit hunting a drifting feather.
“We could…get higher? Maybe if we got high up we could see if there are any cats around, or even the pond we’re looking for. I bet you could see the whole area from up there, and the branches are low enough to jump to.”
Talltail looked doubtfully up at the tree. WindClan had keener eyes than most cats, but his nose was still better for searching. Maybe Jake had other motives.
But It’s not as if we’re running out of time. If they’ve hung around for this long, they’ll hang around longer… Talltail thought. He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
Jake looked back at him, “You don’t think it’s too dangerous?”
“Well...maybe it’s risky, but less dangerous than what we’ve already done. It’s not as if I’ll let you fall.”
Jake’s plumy red tail flicked high, his vibrant eyes glowing with a mischievous excitement. “Bet I can get up it faster."
With that, he crouched and leapt, hooking his claws into the lowest branch and hoisting himself all the way up with an agility Talltail hadn’t expected from such a stocky cat. Talltail bunched his muscles and jumped up after him, and his paws touched the branch without requiring him to scramble the rest of the way. Keeping his momentum, he jumped again to the next nearest branch up.
He got so caught up in the challenge, Talltail was almost on the fourth branch before he remembered he’d never actually climbed a tall tree in his entire life. He made the mistake of looking down, and the ground below felt dizzyingly far, even though it didn’t feel like he’d gone very high.
“What’s wrong? I’ll be napping at the top before you get there!” Jake called. Great StarClan, how had he gotten three branches above him?
Talltail looked up. “You know uh...there’s not really many trees like this on the moor.”
“Then this’ll be good practice! Every cat should know how to climb trees!”
“What am I, ThunderClan?” Talltail grumbled. Staring up while newly aware of the drop below him, he felt significantly less confident with his leaps. “Er, Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you get up there exactly?”
“Climbed.”
“Alright, yes, but be more specific.”
“You’re half way up! How did you get to where you are?” the ginger tom flashed him a cheeky grin.
“Dumb luck? I don’t trust my paws! Can’t you tell me where you put yours?”
“Well, I trust your paws, and you should too! Just keep your eyes on where you want to be.”
Swallowing his doubt, Talltail balanced himself with his tail and found it a reliable weight as ever as he leapt. Jake stopped past the halfway point up the massive tree. The branches were separated enough that they could see the whole area around them, but too thin to climb further. For a moment Talltail could almost pretend he wasn’t surrounded on all sides by twolegs with their bizarre dens and contraptions. The call of alarmed birds disturbed from their perching was a welcome sound blocking out the distant rumble of crossing Thunderpaths. He had learned his lesson about looking down and carefully lay himself on the branch to catch his breath.
Jake lay across from him, and looked thoughtfully at Talltail’s paws. “Huh,” he said, “I didn’t expect you to have duller claws than me.” He flexed his small needle sharp claws and scraped them on the branch.
“They’re not as sharp, but they're a lot sturdier.” Talltail flexed a paw. “And those wounds are harder to close,” he added with a wink.
But it was true his claws didn’t hook into the bark as deep as he would like. He usually only needed them to grip soft earth while running, or digging.
“How high up do you think a cat can jump from without getting hurt?” Jake asked abruptly, gazing below at the dizzying drop with an amused twitch of his whiskers. He looked like he was enjoying himself somehow.
Talltail glared at him. “Do not ask me that right now.”
Jake snorted with laughter which petered into a quiet purr of contentment as the sun dripped through the branches and danced over his fur. He really did have the brightest orange pelt Talltail had ever seen. The sun caught the ginger and it glowed like the warm fire Jake’s twoleg kept in their home, the vivid stripes swirling along his tufted flanks broken up where the fur was longest. Talltail had never spent so much time trying to memorize all the details of a cat's face. It was odd, the little leap of happiness he felt fluttering around in his heart. Sometimes he caught his breath and it skipped in a way he couldn’t recall ever feeling before when looking at a cat. That’s...weird. Am I getting sick?
He scarcely realized he was staring when he noticed Jake was also looking intently at his face as well.
Talltail blinked at him. “What is it?”
Jake stretched out and touched his nose to Talltail’s cheek. “Thanks for humoring me. I’m glad you’ve let me come with you this long,” he purred.
“I wouldn’t say I’m humoring you, I wouldn’t even have gotten here without you,” Talltail replied. His ears twitched as he tried to hide the fur prickling on the nape of his neck and the warm blush rushing under his pelt from the unexpected touch. What in StarClan is wrong with me? I think the height is making me light headed.
“I mean with this climb,” Jake laughed. “My friends would have said it was fluff-brained or dangerous and told me to stop messing around. Not that I blame them, we are really high up.”
“Don’t remind me,” Talltail gulped. “I just want to enjoy the view and pretend the ground is nearby. Don’t you have friends who do this with you?”
“They’ll come on long walks with me. I like Quince and Nutmeg, but they don’t always understand me. Sometimes I just feel...this pull to do something different, like in my gut, and I have to do it. Like I see a faraway place from my roof and I think ‘what does everything look like from there?’ And I so desperately want to go there and see.”
Talltail nodded, his whiskers twitching in amusement. It was similar to that excitable longing to dash to the horizon he felt when he was young. It had been a long time since he’d dwelled on it.
Jake continued, “I can’t live my whole life every day eating, sleeping, grooming, even though I like it. I feel like...there’s something else out there, and I’ll be restless until I find out what it is. That’s why I was so glad to meet you again... I love my friends and neighbors, well-- most of them, Tyr can get stuffed. But sometimes I worry I’m annoying them with my fancies.”
Talltail blinked at Jake in surprise. “I can’t imagine any cat finding you annoying.”
Jake snorted. “Oh Talltail, you haven’t been around me long enough! Driving cats up the walls is a talent of mine.”
“Well you’ve certainly driven me up a tree, so there’s that. No other cat would be able to do that.” Talltail rested his chin on his paws. The sun felt so nice warming the dark fur on his back, he’d forgotten all about scanning the area for other cats.
Jake stretched and inched his forepaws on either side of Talltail. “I’m glad I know you,” he purred.
Talltail was a little caught off guard. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Well…. I’m...glad I know you too?”
They sat there in the branches passively grooming each other's ears, and Talltail listened to the breeze whisk through his fur. It wasn’t the familiar winds he grew up with, but he swore he could almost smell the moor carried on them from far away. Before the homesickness could creep up on him again, Jake yawned and stretched.
“Ok, we’ve stalled long enough, we should probably get down now.”
“Right, erm, down.” Talltail still wasn’t brave enough to look.
“Don’t worry, it’s not as if I’ll let you fall. Promise.” Jake winked.
“Are you going to catch me?” Talltail snorted. “I probably weigh as much as you do.”
“I could carry you if I had to! It’s not all fluff under here.”
Talltail was still doubtful of that, but Jake’s confidence in the whole situation was at least easing his nerves a little.
“I climb trees like this all the time, it’s much easier than it looks. Surely you won’t have too much trouble balancing with that tail of yours.”
Talltail swayed on his paws as he, unfortunately, finally glanced down at the dizzying drop through the branches. Oh stars… He kept his eyes firmly on Jake’s tail and paws, one branch at a time, flinching with each tentative jump, but after some coaxing and at least one instance of Jake grabbing his scruff to steady them, Talltail at last landed down onto safe grass again. He still trembled a bit even as he flexed his claws into the soft earth
“See, that wasn’t so bad!” Jake chirped.
“Says you, I can't believe you put yourself through that all the time.”
“The height is kind of a rush though, isn’t it?”
“If by rush, you mean vividly imagining the air rushing by me as I plummet to my death? Then yes, absolutely.”
“Aw I bet you could climb all sorts of things if you set your mind to it!” Jake grinned at him.
“I prefer to use my tail for steering my turns,” Talltail retorted. “WindClan are not the climbers of the forest. An old clanmate of mine, Aspenfall, took to climbing better than the rest of us, but he was still pretty bad at it.”
“You really do all have such funny names don’t you?” Jake replied. “Who else is there?”
“What, in my whole clan? well...my mentor was called Dawnstripe. I’m sure I’ve told you about Briarpaw, he’s the one training to be a medicine cat. I had a friend called Ryewhisker as well, and Fawnleap and Lilywhisker...” He listed off several more names as Jake stared. Talltail of course still knew everyone by heart.
“That’s so many cats, how do you keep track of them all?”
“That’s not even half of them! They’re your family, of course you come to know them over time.” He remembered how overwhelmed he had been as a kit, trying to learn the names of all his clanmates. They had been so patient with him.
“So how do you get your names anyhow?” Jake asked. “I heard a rumor your get a cool name when you killed your first enemy”
Talltail purred in laughter. “No, not quite. Our names are much more than that. They’re special to us, you get it when you’ve completed your training and officially become a warrior. No murder required. The first name given to you by your parents represents your roots. Your parents give you your colors and physical traits, so them choosing your first name is to honor them and the life you’ve been given. It’s usually a name referencing something from the world around us, to represent our connection to the area we are born in. Our territory is part of us after all, as important as our clanmates. It’s where you’ll spend your whole life.” Well...it’s where you’re supposed to spend your whole life, he thought with a twinge of guilt.
Jake nodded, “That's simple enough. What about the last part?”
“That’s the important part. It represents a small part of the warrior you become, what you're best known for. Some are more abstract than others. Your mentor, the leader, and the medicine cat discuss with each other about your progress over the course of your training to decide what name you're called to have.”
“That’s so cool! My name doesn’t mean anything, I wish I could earn a cool badge like that. But...What about you? Your first name is Tall, that’s not really a thing like the other names you told me.”
Talltail nodded. “My name is old. In the early times of the clans, you had no name at all until you proved you could survive to adulthood. Back then, if you got a name, it always referenced the most noticeable physical trait about you rather than anything else, so cats could tell you apart on sight. Except for the legendary warriors of course, who were named for their renowned feats, but most cats couldn’t hope to be that special. There was only one meaning to their names, rather than two separate meanings. So my name was planned ahead, a traditional one to honor the cats that survived in those hard times. That’s why my father chose it for me. I guess my tail was freakishly long back then too.”
“You didn’t get to earn a last name yourself? That doesn’t seem as fun.” Jake said.
“It’s not all about fun! Besides, no name can perfectly represent everything about you. Getting a warrior name is always an honor regardless of what it is. Besides, it is pretty notable isn’t it?” he purred, wapping Jake with his tail for good measure.
Jake sneezed as the fur tickled his nose. “Yeah, I could see you from a mile away with that thing.”
After a bit more aimless wandering, they finally paused for a moment to rest. Jake rolled in the grass, getting burs and twigs and grass shreds stuck in his tufty orange pelt. He looked a bit like a hedgehog.
“You're going to end up dragging the whole park along with you if you keep that up,” Talltail chuckled.
“Maybe I want to take some back with me. Also I like smelling like grass! It’s nice. You always smell like moor grass.”
Talltail didn’t know how that could be. It had been so long since he’d been home, the moor couldn’t possibly still be sticking to him. But maybe it was harder to get rid of than he thought.
Jake interrupted his thoughts again. “What would my name be if I was in a clan?”
Talltail snorted. “Your name? I have no idea, it’s not something you can just slap on a cat!”
“Well how do cats who join the clan get named? Does that ever happen?”
“We’ve never had an outsider join in my time but...I think the leader chooses? Even then, I can’t possibly imagine what skills you would prove over the course of training.”
“Well let’s say you’re leader, what would you call me? Just if you had to guess?”
Talltail hummed in thought, looking Jake over as he beamed back at him patiently. He had the goofiest gleeful look on his face, Talltail stifled a purr
“Oh I don’t know...Perhaps Flameface.”
Jake laughed at that. “Flameface? That’s a name? That sounds so silly!”
“It’s not silly at all! It’s a perfectly fine name. No sillier than Jake, your name is nonsense! It sounds like the noise you make when you hack up a furball. It only sounds silly to you because you don’t know what it means.”
“Ok, ok that’s fair. What’s it mean?”
“Flame is pretty self explanatory. You are the brightest orange cat I’ve ever seen. And I guess I associate it with you now because your twoleg’s den was the first place I ever saw real fire.”
“I like ‘Flame.’ That part’s cool. But...what, does my face look like it’s on fire?”
“No, no it’s not always that literal. Well, maybe it is a little. Some names are for cats who are good at many different things, but master of nothing in particular.”
“What? I could be a master at something!”
“It’s not a bad thing at all!” Talltail purred. “In fact, those are some of the most reliable cats. ‘Face’ is just a variation on referencing your appearance. I think it’s often given to cats who are thought to be particularly attractive in some way or another. I can’t remember what the idea was exactly. Like their face draws attention or...lights up the area? Metaphorically of course. It’s a little sappy.”
“Ohhh...” Jake was silent for a moment in thought. “You think I’m attractive?”
“What?”
“Wow, no cats ever called me that before!”
Talltail’s pelt felt hot as he sat up. “Y-you’re thinking too hard about it, I’m trying to be objective. I only thought of it because--I just mean you’re distracting. But...In a good way.”
“I’m distracting?”
“Well, I don’t mean--I meant like, eye-catching, because of--have you looked at yourself when the sunlight hits your fur? It--No, oh for StarClan’s sake, hold on, I’m explaining this poorly. Stop looking at me like that, the point is that’s the closest guess I can manage. It might not be accurate.”
Jake grinned up at him, “I like that name.”
“...Good. It’s past sunhigh now, so we should start looking,” Talltail mewed quickly, already to his feet, hoping his fur wasn’t noticeably bristling in embarrassment.
Jake trotted after him, his tail held up high. “So, what would your name be if you earned a normal one, do you think?” he asked, a new note of amusement in his voice that Talltail was trying very hard to ignore.
“I don’t know, Jake.”
“‘Cause I think you could be a ‘face’ cat too, you’re the most distracting thing I've ever seen in my life”
“We are burning daylight here, Jake.”
“Ok, but think about it.”
Talltail would probably think about it for the rest of the day, thanks.
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#FRU36#chapter 36#asdfghds this last scene was one of the first ones i wrote back in like 2018#it still makes me giggle lmao#but also enjoy the light chapters while you can#because i will be pulling out the angst stick again soon
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