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blakeswritingimagines · 9 months

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Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him

Summary: It was normal for most to have their string of fate be tied to their soulmate but what do you do when it's to the Prince of Dragonstone?

A/N: This is female pronouns but if you want male let me know because I tried to make this gender-free and it didn't flow like I wanted it to, also did I name this from something after Twilight? Yes.

Word Count: 2.8k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Jacaerys spent his early days in the warm embrace of his mother Rhaenyra, playing with his siblings and spending time with his father Laenor to learn the skills of how to rule and fight. He was taught what it meant to be Targaryen by his mother and he was taught to be loyal to those he loves and those who love him. He is a dragonlord and that is his heritage; He feels It is his destiny to rule the Iron Throne even as he tries his best to push back the thought of ever actually getting to meet you his soulmate in this life.

Jacaerys woke up earlier than usual and said a prayer at sunrise, getting ready for his busy day ahead of him, he then went to train with the sword for a short time even challenging his brother Lucerys once more, after a few hours he cleaned up before joining his family in the dining hall to eat. He joined in with the light conversation about how his day was going so far and what else he had planned which was just more lessons with the court teachers and some more sparring for a little bit, hearing that in a few days, a royal family would be coming to Dragonstone to show support towards Rhaenyra.

Continuing on with his daily plans over the next few days as he and his family awaited the latest arrival of your family so details could be worked out about the new relationship taking place, after a couple of more days passed by which felt like a blink of an eye which lead Jacaerys to stand outside standing beside his brothers and his mother on the other side of him. The Prince had been told that the family would be visiting it was expected that the proper courtesy for their arrival is done. He dressed himself in a fine doublet, a shirt, pants, and a cloak. His eyes were soft looking as he waited by the docks for your family to disembark from their ship. In his hand, he carried a gift. A book. It was titled 'The History of Valyria' and he thought it a worthy offering something to help understand more about Dragonstone and who your family was siding with.

He greeted every noble that approached him personally, making sure that everyone felt comfortable and welcome at Dragonstone. He was curious about the red string around the hand of one young person in particular. He had heard stories about such things and had not believed them until recently after learning about his mother and stepfather. Jacaerys felt a strange pull in his pinkie. It was like a voice was begging to be heard. He followed it and ended up face-to-face with his soulmate. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was so overwhelmed, he couldn’t even speak a word. Jacaerys just stood there, mouth open and staring for what felt like an eternity.

He offered his hand for you to take, knowing that there was a bond there that he could not ignore; there was a magic that seemed undeniable. He was curious to know who this young person was, your name, and the name of your House. You were again shushed by your older brother, especially after noticing the prince had walked up to you both, giving him a slight curtsy as you took his hand gently in your own using the hand that didn't have the string but simply held that one behind your back hiding it as you didn't think much about the tightening feeling around your finger again but smiled softly at the dark-eyed prince "Thank you for having me and my family my prince".

When you both held each other's hands, the red string around his own hand began to burn intensely as he felt it tighten around his finger. It was an undeniable feeling, one that neither of you could ignore. A strong, undeniable magic was at work here; he knew that this was not mere coincidence. There was something more at work here; perhaps the gods themselves? "It was a privilege and an honor to host you and your family, my lady. Your name?" He inquired. You bit down on your lower lip feeling the red string tighten around your finger which you had learned years ago from others meant you were very close to your soulmate but still didn't think it was the prince, keeping a sweet smile on your face as your hand stayed in his rough one not even having the thought that enough time had passed and it could be considered improper while than speaking up to answer him "I'm Y/n and this is my older brother Samuel it's a pleasure to meet you and know more about Dragonstone".

You continued to hold onto each other's hands for a long while as if you both were waiting for something. It was clear to Jacaerys in that very moment that there was something special about you, Y/n, which was his destiny. When he looked deeply into your eyes for the first time, his heart began to race and his pulse quickened. He knew he was experiencing something magical, something supernatural and beyond his understanding. He knew that this red string was a symbol that you were destined for each other; this was not a mere coincidence. This was magic. This was beyond your understanding of the natural world. This was love. He leaned in closer to you, noticing the red string around your finger. This felt like a sign from the gods; it was not natural, not ordinary, that you would share the same strange red string around one another, both sensing its tightening. It was not possible unless the gods wished it to be so. He smiled. "It is a pleasure as well, my lady. Do you enjoy your stay on Dragonstone so far?"

You finally looked away from his dark-colored eyes letting your eyes take in the beauty before you that was Dragonstone, nodding your head at his words smiling lightly that you could be here and experience such a new beauty then looked back to him as you spoke softly with a honey-smooth tone "It's very lovely my prince I'm happy to be here and see it for myself it's nothing like my home".

He raised his right hand and gently placed it on your cheek. It was an instinct born from a deep connection that he was sensing. The red string had led you to one another, and he could not help a natural inclination to touch her, to feel her warmth, to feel her beauty. The red string was a sign of destiny. He smiled at her, and he felt his heart beating faster. "Yes, you are truly fortunate. The island has a rich history and is the seat of our family and has been ever since our first king Aegon the Conqueror built his castle here. I am honored to live in such a grand and glorious place." He spoke while extending his arm offering you to take his hand to walk with him. "Shall I show you around?" He asked as if he couldn't wait to be alone with you especially to ask about the string around your own finger.

He smiles fondly and gives your hand a kiss, his expression soft and endearing. "I would be delighted to show you around. Dragonstone is large, there is much to see and I am sure you'd love it." He started to lead you down one of the numerous stone walkways which lead from the palace to various parts of the island. He would walk with you for hours, sharing all kinds of interesting anecdotes about Dragonstone and its rich history. At every opportunity, he would gently squeeze your hand, and in time his feelings toward you would begin to bloom.

Even as a few days passed by Jacaerys and you had become inseparable even with him meant to another woman who seemed kind and perfect for him, you were meant to leave in a few days but had been enjoying your time in Dragonstone and learning everything you could about it, walking alone along the shoreline taking in the quiet sound of the waves crashing as you stopped in your tracks and closed your eyes with a small smile on your face taking in the peace and tranquility of the moment that you couldn't be met with anywhere else in her life. Having met Jacaerys betrothed Baela and even congratulated them both on the engagement choosing to ignore your feelings and the fact you were in fact tied to the dark-haired male as his soulmate but kept your mouth shut and didn't speak a word about it to anyone since you didn't want to make a fuss or cause any problems for your newest friend who was already meant for someone else.

He could not stop thinking about you. He wondered why he couldn't get you out of his head, why were you so much on his mind. He was in a difficult position; he was supposed to marry Baela, and he did have feelings for Baela, but not the same kind of feelings that he had with you. He had never met a female so beautiful and he was having difficulty dealing with these conflicting emotions. This was a confusing situation, and he was unsure how best to move forward. It had been a few days since he had met you. Your encounter had stayed in his mind since then never having this effect on him before when he met almost anyone else; he could not help but think of you and wonder whether such a sudden and intense connection with someone he had just met was even possible. He couldn't help but think about how it felt when he had held your hand; there was an undeniable and magnetic connection between the two of you, something that was beyond normal or reasonable - but for some reason, it made perfect sense to him. He couldn't help but wonder whether you still thought of him as much as he thought of you.

You knew you were meant to be the perfect lady and have all the best manners which for the most part you had, but right at this moment before you had to be around people again and charm everyone as the great youngest in your family you willingly sat down in the sand throwing caution to the wind and didn't care if sand or water dirtied or ruined your dress as you simply crossed your arms and rested them against your knees as you stared out into the setting sun sky still listening to the calming sound of the waves even with a rumble from a dragon every once in a while you gently started toying with the red string on your finger wondering what your life would've been like if you both had met sooner. Jace had been sitting in his room, thinking of you and your soft eyes and gentle voice. He could not help but think of you and wonder what you were doing which caused problems during his duties. He glanced out of the window only to do a double take, and he saw you on the beach far away. His heart raced. A feeling of destiny came over him, and he felt the urge to go and see you. He got up and started to walk to you, and all his senses seemed to be leading him to you. He wanted to see you again, and he couldn't help but wonder if you felt the same way.

Feeling like you couldn't help but wonder what life would've been like knowing all it was going to do was hurt your feelings since you figured he was already engaged and you wouldn't be the one standing beside him, feeling disgruntled only to finally tear your eyes off the red string around your fingers choosing to willingly ignore the harsh tugging and stinging that just proved Jacaerys was around you as you stared out into the calming sea curious as to how life would play out for you now or who you would be with instead of your soulmate. The dark-haired prince approached you and sat down beside you. He leaned back, looking out over the waves with you. He turned to you watching you play with the red string around your fingers. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were in the sunlight. You were breathtaking, and there was a gentleness and calmness to your personality that made him like you all the more. He reached over and gently took your hand in his. "Can we talk?."

Exhaling as the longing hit harder than before once he took your hand in his own again before counting to four, slowly opening your eyes as you turned toward him slightly and smiled the best that you could then raised a brow as you tilted your head curiously as to what he could possibly need from you "Whatever about my prince?", Chossing to just keep things as normal as possible even if your eyes glanced down as saw the red string on you both but bit down on your lower lip not speaking a word about it. He gently placed his other hand under your chin and raised your face up so that he could look into your eyes. He felt you had the most beautiful soulful eyes that he had ever seen. They were like two pools of sunshine that made his heart beat faster. "Y/n. I think… I think we are meant to be together." He spoke softly, not wanting to startle you or say something that might cause you to run away. You were perfect, and he wanted to be with you. "You are my soulmate…"

You couldn't help but lean into his tender hold against your face as you looked into his dark brown eyes wondering if you would ever feel the same bliss by looking into anyone else's eyes, feeling your heart pound wildly in your chest at his words not saying anything back knowing your family wouldn't be pleased if you spoke and ruined anything for him or his family if you chose yourself over the good of the realm. Gently shaking your head as you slowly pulled away closing your eyes knowing the words he said were true but didn't know what to say other than letting him down which only caused you to clear your throat as you muttered "No, I don't believe so you are with Lady Baela she's your soulmate…not I."

He sat there stunned. Perhaps he was wrong. Perhaps it was all a lie. Perhaps the red string was just a trick. But he knew the truth; he had felt it. You were his soulmate. He would not give up that easily. "Y/n…You are my soulmate. I can feel it just like I feel like your the breath in my lungs. I don't know how I know it, but I do. You can deny it all you want, but I know that it is true." He spoke softly, hoping you would come to see the truth as he saw it. You slowly looked over at him taking in every little thing about him even as silence took over conversation, feeling as if you were falling in love with him before you gave him a gentle smile as you shook your head knowing no matter how much it hurt you couldn't have him unless something deetrimental happened in your lives "Even so…It won't happen you must know that don't you?". Looking back out to the crashing waves as you played with the red string once more and spoke quietly "You know I used to dream about this moment, meeting my other half and falling in love being happy together….Not once did I ever believe it could hurt this much to meet you."

He was stunned by your words. You were supposed to be his destiny. You were supposed to be his soulmate. He could not give up that easily. If your fates were intertwined, something would happen that would bring you together. "I know I must marry Baela, there is no denying that. But I cannot deny that I have met my soulmate in you. You and I share something unique and special that has brought us together for a reason that neither of us can understand. Don't deny it. Please don't ignore the truth." How could he live knowing that he had met his soulmate and was unable to marry you? How could he live knowing that you wouldn't by his side? There was no world he could live in where you were not by his side. "Y/n, please. You cannot deny this feeling." He spoke softly to you. "You know it is true. If things were different, we would not be feeling this way." Why did your lives have to be this way? Why did fate want to separate you?

"We must find a way…"

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon #hotd jacaerys #jacaerys x you #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon

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strangerthingfanfic · 1 year

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Title: Hair

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Harringrove

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: Max and Billy have been at odds but one moment changes all that

The Little Drummer Boy played on the radio as Billy walked through the house full of fake holiday.

Holidays meant nothing to someone who never got to celebrate them due to an abusive father.

As he passed the kitchen he saw Susan doing Max’s hair and bit his tongue.

He hadn't spoken much with Max or anyone since the ordeal at the cabin.

He watched as the brush was taken uncaringly through red curls.

He had enough. He couldn't let Susan massacre Max’s hair anymore and even if she told Neil, which she would, he would take the damn beating for doing something “not manly”.

“Let me do it Susan. Her hair is sensitive and needs you to be gentler with it. Max, go get your dress on so it doesn't ruin your hair” Billy said, shooing Max out of the kitchen.

Max looked between him and her mom and with a nod of agreement from Susan she went to get dressed.

While she was getting dressed he collected her makeup kit from the bathroom as well as some gel and better combs from his bathroom.

When she came back Billy wrapped her in one of his towels which basically covered her whole torso and got to work.

He worked with her hair to get a perfect style and then gently applied a light set of makeup to her eyes and lipstick to her lips.

An hour later Billy handed the mirror to Max and asked what she thought.

Taken aback she didn't say anything but finally said “it's perfect. Do you think Lucas will like it”?

“If he doesn't he is a moron. You are going to be the prettiest one there” Billy said unwrapping her from the towel.

After getting Susan’s approval Billy got Max into the Camaro and headed for the middle school.

The annual Snowball dance was being held and he was relieved to see Nancy and Jonathan as chaperones.

He pulled up to the front and took one last look at Max. “Have fun tonight kiddo. Maybe afterward I will take you and Lucas for ice cream and remember kissing is as far as you go, got it”? Billy said with a laugh and got out.

He went around to the other side and opened the door and offered his hand.

Max took it and got out. She was so happy to have Billy there but she kept most of it inside.

As he walked her in she asked if he could stay. “You want me too”? He asked, confused. Max nodded.

“Alright wait right here and I will park the car” he said.

He headed to the Camaro, parked it and got back quicker than any normal person could've, making Max laugh.

She knew he couldn't resist and he was always dressed to impress but what he did next surprised her.

Taking her hand he steered them toward her group of friends.

When they got there all four boys plus the new girl Jane froze.

“I want to apologize first and foremost. Second, Lucas, I think this belongs with you tonight” Billy said, placing Max’s hand in his.

Lucas smiled and wrapped his fingers through Max’s.

“Thank you Billy and apology accepted” Lucas said happily.

Billy nodded and said “remember just kissing or else”.

Both Lucas and Max nodded and the group of them headed to the dance floor.

Billy headed over to where Jonathan and Nancy were and also Harrington.

“Which ones yours” Billy asked with a laugh.

Steve pointed at Dustin and said “the one with the brightest smile dancing with Jane”.

“Hey Harrington I'm sorry about the cabin shit,” Billy said keeping his eyes forward.

“Me too but let's keep the past there. Would you like to dance maybe?” Steve asked nervously.

Billy nodded and took Steve’s hand like it was natural and headed to the dance floor.

Naturally, a slow song came on and the two melded onto each other. They didn't know why or how but something drew them together.

It wasn't until Billy put some room between then to look at Steve that they both noticed a red string circling Billy's hand and looping around Steve’s as well.

“I guess our fates are entwined, Harrington” Billy said, pulling Steve close again.

“ I guess they are Hargrove. I guess the old rumor is true about the snowball dance entwining those who are destined forever” Steve said laying his head on Billy's chest.

Looking around Billy saw the red string entwining Jonathan and Nancy, Will and Mike, Jane and Dustin and not too surprisingly Lucas and his sister.

Billy took a deep breath and told himself he wasn't going to ruin this for anyone. He wasn't Neil and from that day forth he wasn't going to let Neil influence his decisions.

As the song ended Billy's lips ended up on Steve’s. Both boys awaited the other to pull away but it never happened so there they stayed.

As soon as the song ended they gathered up their charges and headed out of the dance.

When he had gotten Lucas and Max into the backseat with Dustin in the middle he went over to where he saw Hopper and Joyce told them everything about Neil.

None of it made sense to him on why he was doing what he was doing but he knew it was right.

As soon as he finished and the awkward hugs ended he went back to the Camaro where Steve had already made himself comfortable in the passenger seat with his feet up on the dashboard.

“What about your car”? Billy asked. Steve laughed and said he would get it later.

Billy laughed and pushed Steve’s feet off the dashboard making Steve groan. “Save that for later Harrington” Billy said with a smirk making Steve blush which caused Max , Lucas and Dustin to fall into a laughter fit.

“Hey Max, we will be staying with Joyce and Hopper from now on. They want to adopt us both” Billy said and the squeal in back told him Max agreed.

“Merry Christmas Max” Billy said, trying to keep from crying. “Merry Christmas Billy” Max said as her voice cracked due to her starting to cry.

Dustin wrapped his arm around her while Steve placed his hand on top of Billy's letting him know he was there.

Billy took a deep breath and started up the car and the five of them went out to get some ice cream and celebrate a new chapter in their lives.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #fanfic #billy deserved better #steve harrington #max mayfield #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #harringrove #reblog please

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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Good day!! I may be called fluffyyellow but another nickname you can call me by is Sky. (She/Her, 21, SCP foundation, Romantic)

Now.. something about myself, first thing is, I'm a very shy and introverted person who often keeps to herself, and when engaging in conversations, initially im very awkward and quite cautious since I often think about unintentionally making the other person uncomfortable. I'm often seen alone and it takes a few times to get a conversation going with me but once I get used to the other person, I become more and more talkative and engaging as time goes by. Being a lil chaotic, cracking a few jokes here and there, and just laughing around and talking about just anything with the other person. I'm very understanding, empathetic and a really good listener. I'm the type of person that would gladly walk a mile for my close friends, an example would be to listen to my close friends' rants, stories, info dumps or whatever they basically have in mind that day, staying up late just for them, assisting them with academics, checking up on them and making sure they eat or sleep well, etc etc. (I'm also not afraid to use my "Savageness" as my BFF calls it, to speak up/defend them too). I usually find it hard to express my emotions and or words, but upon opening up, i tell myself "I'm not really great with my words but the people close to me deserve to be appreciated so ya know what? Screw my awkwardness".

That being said? I may not look like it due to my initial aloof or awkward vibe but My love language is Physical touch, quality time and acts of service. to be honest? I guess you could say im touch starved. Then again, due to my shy and cautious nature, I only have a few friends in my circle, but these are the people that stuck with me for years. Yeahhh I'm very emotional and sentimental too. Another thing? I'm normally a home-body and a chill at home type of person, but once in a while I enjoy a stroll or a walk here and there to get my creative juices or inspirations running

Speaking of creative juices, I'm very much an artistic person and someone who loves to draw/make sketches, take photographs,illustrate, design, etc etc. Now..for the offering? I offer snacks (Basically an assortment of Candy/sweets plus biscuits/cookies) in a cute box I painted/designed/sketched myself. because it represents one of the ways in how I express my affection to those close to me alongside my love for art.

Sincerely Sky

I really hope I got this right and I also hope this isnt too wordy? Yep :')

[Disclaimer: The Red String of Fate event is a special event I'm running from August 12th, to whenever I feel it necessary to end - right now, I'm giving it to the first week of September! Check out rules HERE]

Yue Lao's fingers gently trace over the lovely sweets you've given him in the box you designed yourself. He admires the artistry and takes note of each little thing you've painted on it. He counts the brushstrokes as he eats the snacks, smiling that they are once again, not too sweet. His cat sniffs the treats a few times too and she purrs. It seems Bao is happy just like him.

Now, just who shall he pair you with? He strokes his beard a few times and thinks about it. It really shouldn't take that long, and in fact, the moment he read over your thoughts on who you want to be forever yours, he had a match! But it can't be that easy, can it? The God hums softly to himself before deciding that yes, it really was that easy. He looks to a man that's not too tall, and not too short that claims he goes by many names, but Alto Clef being the one he responds to the most.

It seems like such an odd match, the God things. Yue Lao never makes mistakes when he pairs people, never, but he knows you might certainly be surprised! What he wants to achieve for the two of you is balance, harmony, something that Clef lacks. He believes that you two will love true and good. He attaches the string to your pinky, and then Clef's as the man works on goading an SCP into a migraine. His cat mews softly as the string begins to glow between the two of you. Clef's expression slowly shifts from the poor skip to his pinky, where the string tugs slightly like you're on the move.

Yue Lao watches with a knowing smile as joy blooms on your face that he's answered your prayer for someone to love. He watches as you hop up from your desk, startling your coworkers before hightailing it out to find the one he's paired you with. He laughs softly, and you can hear it in your ear like something warm and paternal. Your eyes are glued on the string, watching as the light flutters brightly with the pounding of your heart.

You eventually come to a string of containment rooms, most of them for euclid, sentient skips that really pose no harm. You've been here a few times to run tests yourself. You watch the staff that pass around you, some giving you questioning glances as if to ask if you're alright as you look like a mad man searching for the person on the other end. You know that this is outside your normal behavior, but the excitement, it's almost too much! That and well, the string compels soulmates together. It's something that's unquestionable, and no force can remove it but the Gods themselves.

Clef is admittedly just as scatterbrained as you in the moment. He's a tired man. Underneath his whole façade, the things he keeps hidden are near crystal clear. He never thought he was capable of love. He never thought something good would ever come to him, or a person would ever be able to put up with him for more than what was necessary. So, when he sees you, he smiles. The string that connects the two of you glows brightly, something akin to raspberries in late summer, feels like plush grass, and smells sweeter than honey, it draws the two of you together.

Your hearts are beating in synch. All that's left is to meet in the middle.

#red string of fate the event #alto clef x reader #dr alto clef x reader #scp x reader

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lucky-draws · 2 years

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trueee they really cant escape each other lmao. could you maybe talk a bit more about fate and how it connects to bosselot? just if you want to ofc i love how you explain things :) i think that concept is so interesting to think about in a normal way (is also insane about bosselot)

hello!!!!!! tee hee hee im glad my insane words make some sense 2 you. i can surely attempt 2 talk abt bosselot some more + specifically abt fate. hrm . mission commence.

i guess. i suppose there's an element of fate like in a cruel twist of fate way running through the whole saga of the boss, the sorrow, ocelot, snake etc; like when the boss kills the sorrow, neither of them know the other is involved, she doesn't know it's him until they come face to face etc. and they've no choice but for the sorrow to die. star crossed lovers or whatever the hell.

and then in mgs3 its the fuckin. ocelot doesnt even know who the boss is at the start. much less that she's his mother. and he falls in love/is infatuated with snake whilst being totally unaware that snake is later going to kill his mother. thats not exactly fate ig or is it idk what im saying here but like....u know??? its the cruel irony of it all basically. i suppose there's an element of history repeating itself (which is in the wider series a big element ig. never ending cycles.) one must live and one must die, first with the boss + the sorrow and then with the boss + snake.

i guess also hghgfgfm. have u ever seen that post, its in the bosselot tag i think by captmelbourne and it goes like. 'thinking abt ocelot being born from a snake shaped wound and destiny and shit.' and jhghg listen i think abt that always. idk. ocelot being fated to/born to meet snake or something. idk.

i guess actually rather than any sound analysis here i just like the sort of visuals of it. aesthetically. the scar is just a very tasty element of this all. i like the visuals of the mythological red string of fate where uve each got one end of the red string of soulmateness tied to ur finger and it never snaps etc etc EXCEPT LIKE. with bosselot its in like a bad/tragic/evil/weird way. connected by the red snake of i killed your mom fate. red snake of you were born from a snake wound and. i am a snake (???) therefore um it's ..something? (????) . ALSO. ! connected by the blood-red snake of i was literally born on a battlefield (fated to a life of conflict) and you were shaped into a soldier (fated to a life of conflict) by my mother. ..... u know??

and god like ok. big boss giving himself the boss' snake shaped scar in peace walker...... it's all the mirrors or symmetry or parallels. the repetition. ?

+ on subject of parallels: the way they see themselves reflected in each other in relation to the boss. like big boss starting off as the rookie kid mentored by the boss. and then later he then becomes the mentor to ocelot the rookie kid. oh and ocelot just happens to be the son of the boss. ! and also which i guess maybe links to what i already said before abt the coma + the 9 years bringing them equal ish idk.?

i suppose in a wider non-bosselot way maybe there's some kind of fate or full-circleness about ocelot in mgs4 being killed by solid snake. i.e. he was born from a snake shaped wound + was eventually killed by a snake. hm. ...

i guess there’s probably some other stuff im missing or forgor.,i am a little tired sorry but yeah i hope some of this made sense. and if i think of anything else or think of a better way to articulate it then u can be sure i will be inflicting another post abt it on u lol.

OHHHH before i go omg. another thing on subject of paralells/history repeating. and this isn’t an orginal thought or anything obvs everyone has talked abt this but what the HELL is up with the whole. the boss in the ocean. (+ strangelove pulling her out.) and then falling into a coma. > big boss in the ocean. (and we could choose to believe ocelot pulled him out if we really wanted to.) and then falling into a coma. > solid snake in the ocean (and otacon pulling him out.) LIKE THIS SERIES IS JUST THE SAME THING OVER ANDOVER. ourou fucking boros. !!!!

so yes anyway!!!! thank u for indulging and allowing my bosselot insanity i am glad u are also really normal (insane) about these two. :-)))))) thank u for dropping by!! feel free to ask anything else etc etc ! o7

#lisette mumbles #yeah.............................yeah...........#yeah?#yeah.#bosselot #top secret documents

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aroseyetbloomedwrites · 2 years

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This Pathway Leads to You [ A Hermenost de la Treaumaille/Francel de Haillenarte Fanfiction]

Rating: R

Category: M/M

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Relationship: Hermenost de la Treaumaille/Francel de Haillenarte

Language: English

Summary: When Hermenost turns back to Francel, he finds the young lord looking at him already, less interested in the weather and more intent on him. He reaches out, slow as though fearing to startle him so that he may brush from his dark hair the miniature flakes of snow what had stuck and not melted. Then when that hand falls away, it goes to Hermenost’s hand where he hooks their littlest fingers together; his smile is soft and small.

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The guiding feeling in his belly led his steps up the wind of pathways to Saint Reymanaud's cathedral. The set of the sky was hued orange as night tries to befall. There is an intermittent smattering of cloud coverage moving in and idly Francel wonders if snow will come again. His steps were paused to look up, before setting eyes on the arches and spires of the cathedral once again; the pathways are clear, families are drawing in for the evening, and Francel thinks that perhaps the cathedral shall also be empty. Something still pulls at him, little strings in his steps that draw him into the tall doors of this grand stone building. Its hallways are empty, and no one mans the last set of doors that lie within. As these are pulled in, the first thing that Francel notices is the hues of orange and muted blues pooling through the stained glass windows which make up the backdrop for the great statue to Halone at the front. She seems to radiate with the setting light that streams in; picturesque and holy.

The quiet groan of the doors opening seems to have alerted an occupant in the rear pew that he is no longer alone. Yet that he is drawn to look where normally he might only have bowed his head so as not to be perceived. Their eyes catch when this occupant turns, and Francel’s mouth turns up into a gentle smile as he catches Ser Hermenost’s attention. Their gazes met, do not draw away; and in order to not disturb the deacon at the dias muttering away, Francel quickly comes down to the aisle and that innermost pew to side step his legs and sit beside him.

“How strange fate works, that I had been telling myself it was time to leave for quite awhile, and yet something kept me rooted.”

Hermenost’s voice is a low rumble, comforting and resonate as he listens. Francel looks to the deacon bowed on the dias at his stand, he appears to be looking over some papers, possibly a speech-but what he is saying cannot be heard from here. Francel knows with certainty that listening to an early sermon certainly had not caught his attention.

“Mayhaps it is so, for something just as sure drew me here; and thus do I find you.”

And then Francel stands, laying a soft gloved hand upon Hermenost’s shoulder. “Fate is the feet where the soul journeys to Halone, and love is the guide that directs it. So that we were both drawn here, and mayhaps so we shall both leave it together?”

Hermenost stands with him, and Francel’s hand slides down from his shoulder to his arm, and from there draws daintily to his wrist where he touches the inner side of it sweetly. They leave together, side by side.

When drawing outside, they come to stand in the open doors archway, for sure enough the clouds have moved in and darkened the sky. Snow spirals down rather lazily, and there is a fine dusting of it on the stairway down, and of course the pathways reaching outwards. Francel feels the press of an elbow at his side, and looking over finds that the older man has offered out his arm, Francel slips his through Hermenost’s with a smile eased on his lips and seems content at his side as they take the first steps down together. The snow appears dry, and does not otherwise cause them to slip, so making it to the bottom while it is still a fine dusting was easy enough. The snow is a light flurry, and covers the gray and blue of the pathways but does not create a slush. They know not where they walk as of yet, passing the miniature aetheryte and center platform to the arch of pathway across from the cathedral to the garden area up ahead. The upper surfaces of the plants are dusted lightly in snow, their green and brown bottoms are free of ice as of yet. The three lamp lights ahead cast shadows on the thin layer of snow on the cobbles, their shadows growing as they pass beneath and into the overhang of a bridge that marks the Architect’s above. There is no snow here, so they pause on it’s other side and peek out into the night surroundings. When Hermenost turns back to Francel, he finds the young lord looking at him already, less interested in the weather and more intent on him. He reaches out, slow as though fearing to startle him so that he may brush from his dark hair the miniature flakes of snow what had stuck and not melted. Then when that hand falls away, it goes to Hermenost’s hand where he hooks their littlest fingers together; his smile is soft and small.

Ah, that he cannot help himself then, for the light of the lamps beneath the bridge illuminates those soft cheeks, red from the cold; that is where he kisses first to spread warmth, and Francel turns up his face for him to receive of him these offerings. First to both cheeks, a kiss to each which spreads warmth to his ears–and then upon those upturned lips. Hermenost cants his head so that their lips may slot together. It is a slow, sensual thing, one that has large dark sepia hands gently curling over the cooling skin of Francel’s cheeks, tilting his head to the side and back, so that he may gently lap into the crease of his mouth, Francel opens up to him headless of where they stand, so that he may be tasted into. Hermenost guides his tongue within, and finds the reception to be hot and welcoming as Francel beckons him closer. He licks across Francel’s willing tongue, feels the ridge of the roof of his mouth, glances off the back of his teeth; he parts after exploring all he could comfortably reach, that their lips shine when they break away and Francel and he breathe hard through their noses.

“That you are temptation itself.”

“Then let me tempt you.”

Hermenost stares rather openly, for it seems as of a fever dream to have this young man so open and honest when before he had been so insecure and demure. This is not a bad thing, quite the opposite; it is stirring. When he takes the lordling’s hand again, it is to guide him through the snow for he has every intention of taking him home.

As it is, Hermenost also has his own apartment within the city and it is a larger one than what Francel had previously visited with Ser Noudenet and Ser Haumeric. There is a fireplace in the main living quarters where Francel leaves his hat, coat, gloves, and shoes by the door despite the chill in the room. The Kitchen has its own room through an archway from the living room. The bathroom was connected directly to his bedroom where Hermanost leads Francel by the hand. The bed was about as big as two full men laying shoulder to shoulder, there was a single pillow, a single comforter. The apartment was older. Hermenost had been here for a while, but even so it was fairly spartan.

#my writing #Final Fantasy XIV #hermenost de la treaumaille #ser hermenost #francel de haillenarte #hermenost de la treaumaille/francel de haillenarte #Just one more to go I deserve a break #I dont actually know what I'm doing yolo

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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kabedon kiss with kaeya! 😳

part of my 6.5k event found here!

a/n: gn!reader as usual! reader is a fellow knight of favonius. mentions of past alcohol consumption. 1337 words (haha). i got carried away ;;;

"alberich, do you have those papers i requested?" you ask after storming into the office of your fellow captain unceremoniously.

he leans back in his chair, hands folded on his stomach and boots propped up entirely improperly on the chair before him. you ignore the way he swings into this callous position as soon as you enter, disrupting the proper poise of a typical knight of favonius captain that kaeya usually upholds. when it comes to you, kaeya always acts anything but normal.

"anything for you, boss," kaeya nearly purrs, before lightly gesturing to the folder on the table before him.

"can't be bothered to get up and hand them to me?" you grumble as you walk over, causing kaeya to laugh lightly.

"well, i was right, wasn't i? i told you that you would come crawling back," kaeya says, tone far too smug for the situation at hand.

heat rises to your face at the implication of his words. sure, you had returned to his office for paperwork, yet kaeya took even this opportunity to tease you. after all, the last time the two of you had been in his office, alcohol had been on both of your lips and fervent kisses were exchanged. despite you nearly clawing kaeya's shirt in half at the time, he had folded your hands against your chest, draped his own coat over your shoulders, and told you that if you meant it, if you really wanted to be with him, you would come back to him.

after this brief moment of sweetness and genuine care, kaeya then proceeded to absolutely demolish any sentimentality you might still hold for the moment by bringing it up at nearly every opportunity. coffee break and your hands touch when reaching to refill the coffee pot? looks like you can't keep your hands off him! scheduled on patrol with him? looks like fate just wants the two of you together, huh? you've managed to shrug off his saccharine teasing with ease, yet kaeya persists anyways.

a part of you enjoys the way he chases, which makes you wonder if you should just give into your heart and tell kaeya how much you desire him as well. he has made his affections clear. now the ball lies in your court. yet, pride gets in the way. you forcibly send the butterflies in your stomach into hibernation as you annoyedly snatch the file folder off his desk.

"all of the right signatures?" you ask and kaeya hums at you in response, sly grin still plastered on his face.

"you know it, boss," he affirms. you roll your eyes.

"i'm not your boss," you huff. kaeya chuckles at your halfhearted gaze and determination to look intently at the file before you, rather than glance at his charming pearly whites and alluring ice blue iris.

"well, i figured all of the other nicknames i'd want to call you would be overstepping. 'captain' is a bit impersonal for people in our situation, yeah?" kaeya teases. there's a strange lilt to his tone that you can't quite place a finger on, yet it draws enough of your attention that you can't help but look up from the papers before you. kaeya's expression is guarded, as if he's cast his final piece of bait into the water and is waiting, praying for a bite, yet knows far too well what the likely outcome is.

unfortunately for kaeya, you aren't a fish. with the papers in hand, you turn away from him and begin walking over to the door.

"we're personal enough that you can just use my name," you say over your shoulder, not bothering to fully look at the cavalry captain as you exit. "after all, you can't seem to think of it enough, huh?"

your words carry you to the ajar door, yet before you can swing it fully open once more and leave, a familiar, half-gloved hand reaches over your shoulder and presses it closed. kaeya's other hand moves to your shoulder, twirling you around to face him. he corrals you against the door, effectively pinning you between him and the refined oak material.

"you wish for me to call your name?" kaeya purrs, leaning in close. his breath smells of mint and feels like a cool summer breeze, in comparison to the typical uncomfortable warmth that most others provide. your gaze flickers down to his lips and kaeya notices, yet you stand up straighter, refusing to give in yet.

"i know you've wished for me to call yours, alberich," you say, lacing your tone with a clear challenge. a smirk spreads across kaeya's face as he leans in even closer.

"oh? perhaps i should reserve a nickname for you then, if you won't use mine." kaeya's eye gleams with delight. in this little game of cat and mouse, neither of you quite know who the predator is, yet it makes the situation all the more delightful.

"i could call you 'darling'," kaeya suggests, voice dropping to a low murmur as he leans in close to your ear. you fight the urge to melt at his sultry tone. "or 'sweetheart', if that pleases you more. 'beautiful' would also work too, wouldn't you think?"

"so," you breathe, voice quiet in the intimacy shared between the two of you. "why don't you?"

"before all of those cutesy nicknames," kaeya leans back, disrupting the intimate atmosphere, yet his smoldering gaze pulls you right back in, plunging you into his icy depths once more. "don't you think i should call you 'mine' first?"

"aren't i yours already?" you challenge, knowing full and well that kaeya has been waiting for you to answer your own question.

"say the words and you can be," kaeya states with bated breath. his breath hitches as you close some of the distance between the two of you, lips just a short distance from kaeya's own.

"why don't i show you instead?" you say. despite your voice just being a soft murmur, kaeya's eye widens at your words. a slight nod is the only response you need from him and, despite the way he has you pinned to the wall, you take charge and grip his coat in your fists, bunching up the fabric and pulling him closer to you. your lips meet and kaeya's hands immediately fall from the door. one hand moves to your hips and the other moves to cradle your cheek. kaeya touches you with utmost care, yet his lips move desperately, as if he's trying to convey how much he cares for you in the movement of his lips alone. you kiss him back with equal fervor.

for all that you cannot yet convey to kaeya alberich through words, you certainly attempt to reveal your innermost thoughts through your actions. kaeya interprets it all perfectly and, when the two of you finally pull apart for air, kaeya catches his breath, staring at you as if you hold all of the stars in your eyes. in the romance-addled haze that takes over your brain after the kiss, the fogginess leads to an abrupt clarity as your heart quickens in pace.

it would be foolish to call this feeling love, especially when you still had to much to learn about him, but you know one thing for certain. kaeya has piqued your interest in a way no other has before. so, you let him continue to pin you to the door and let him take charge this time, thriving in the way your back hits the wood as kaeya leans in for another kiss. when the two of you finally pull apart, a small string of saliva signaling the sloppiness of your kiss, you grin at him and utter the few words kaeya wishes to hear most.

"i'm all yours," you say.

as the two of you continue your office rendezvous, kaeya holds you close and, as long as you wish to stay near him, he never plans on letting you slip from his fingers again.

#kaeya x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #genshin impact #kaeya fluff #genshin impact fluff #axia.writing #writing.kaeya #event.halfsix

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satoruin · 3 years

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➣ genshin boys as different tropes part 2

[part 1 here]

pairing: aether, albedo, kaeya, venti, zhongli

summary: various genshin boys as different troupes and a little drabble depicting that troupe

notes from lee: BYE actually so blown away at how well part one did so like??? but uh i’m in lub with these boys like so please lub them too :)) i wish you all the best of luck in pulling for zhongli! oh oh also pygmalion is a greek myth where he falls in love with a statue that he made and aphrodite made it real

aether:

mutual pining au

you’ve know aether since he came to mondstadt, one of the first people he encountered in the city walls.

he’s certainly a peculiar lad, but it doesn’t keep you from spending time around him. taking on commissions together is always better by his side.

many days are spent between the two of you fighting back to back, complete trust in one another’s abilities.

it’s not until he’s off to liyue to continue the search for his sister that you realize you have feelings for him. it’s a long a painful few weeks without his presence, but you manage.

soon enough aether is back in the city and he’s by your side again, falling back into the familiar rhythm as he tells you about his time in liyue.

he also tells you about how he missed you, but you’re not quite sure if it’s in the same way you missed him. (it definitely is)

albedo:

pygmalion au

he didn’t mean to fall in love with you, practically a figment of his imagination, but still you found a way to consume the pages of his sketch book.

strokes across the canvas depict your figure, one of the few things he will never get tired of drawing. he sits and thinks of the consequences using his powers, but he decides to bring you to life anyways.

you’re finally real. made of chalk and absolutely perfect in his mind. he teaches you how to act and how to behave, creating his idea of a perfect partner.

he’s more than in love with you, his own creation, and he’s taught you to be in love with him too. of course he gives you the choice to stay by his side, but how can you not want to when he singlehandedly brought you into existence and let you learn of the human world.

his sketchbook is still filled of you, but now he has a you right in front of him for reference.

kaeya:

bodyguard au

your parents were both royal guards for your home nation of khaenri'ah and you knew it was your duty to one day take on the same role.

when khaenri'ah fell, you and prince kaeya were both able to escape along with the king. though soon after leading the two of you to another part of teyvat he abandoned you.

the pair of you were taken in by a man named crepus and his son diluc. while still young you knew it was your job to protect the prince, even if he no longer had a nation to rule.

your loyalty would always lie with your prince, no matter his choice between his former country and the place you now both called home.

kaeya was never very close with you, but was still aware of your presence. in following years he would finally tell you that your services were no longer needed as he could protect himself.

still you kept an eye out for him, it wasn’t easy to let go of a job you had your entire life and much less for someone you cared so deeply about.

venti:

red string of fate au

as an archon he’s used to seeing the red yarn strewn all across mond, though many others cannot see the strings, much less know of their existence. still he’s never seen the string that connects to his own pinkie until he meets you.

you’re standing with dvalin in a manner that he normally would, softly stroking the scales of the dragon. he stands a distance away, simply observing in fascination. no one he knows of is able to tame the dragon like he is, but it seems you can as well. perhaps it has something to do with the yarn on your pinkie finger.

venti isn’t quite ready to meet you just yet so he tangles the strings as best as he can, but it still doesn’t stop him from seeing you almost everywhere. at the bar, at the tree in windrise, by his statue near the cathedral.

when he finally i’m decides to let himself be known to you, he realizes the wait was worth it. you’re like a breath of fresh air to the years he’s lived on his own.

he’s now decided that his favorite sight is no longer the one of the city, but of the two of you holding hands and the strings that brought you together no more than a few inches apart.

zhongli:

reincarnation au

the first few times it happened he didn’t really catch on, but now after over 7000 years of loving you he understands.

the first time he entered your life you could tell there was something special about him. and it’s true, he was the god, and later archon, of geo. he’s completely enthralled by you and everything about you.

as an immortal he’s no stranger to loss of loved ones, but his heart aches when he watches you age and finally leave him. he prays to celestia for just one good thing to happen to him, and that’s for you to come back to him.

sure enough, you do. though it’s not as smooth of a process as it seems. you never quite remember him, like a distant memory from a past life, which is exactly what he is. sometimes he meets you when you’re still a child, other times you’ve already found a lover, or he’s still in a different form for the time being.

it’s quite a difficult process but when he does get reunited with you, he loves you with all his heart as he’s done for centuries.

when it’s time for you to go once again, he no longer feels the sorrow he once did at your passing. instead he utters a we will be reunited, love and presses a loving kiss to your lips. now he just has to wait for you once more.

#genshin impact #aether x reader #albedo x reader #kaeya x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #[ lee's writing ]#[ + ] genshin impact #! kaeya alberich #! zhongli #! venti #! albedo kreidenprinz

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sagendipity · 3 years

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the law of attraction: de minimis

a quackity x reader law school au

part one, chapter two

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“Now turn to your left and say hi to your partner, the person your significant other will hate, after you blow them off on Valentines day to do voir dire.”

Alex chuckles, the sound drawing your gaze right over to him. You sigh dramatically, but can’t help yourself from letting a fond smile take over your features.

“Figure it’s time to introduce myself,” Alex quips, holding out a hand invitingly. “Alex.”

“Yeah,” you say, as you take his hand and shake it. He is warm, and your hand fits perfectly in his. “I picked up on that.”

“You will each work in teams of two within larger groups. I will assign you into a group. Each group will have a defense and a prosecution. You do not get to choose which side you represent. You do not get to choose your client. You do not get to choose the crime.” The professor rakes his eyes across the room of students. They all, including you, are silent and sitting attentively. “The only thing you get to choose is how well you represent your client, whether your client be the accused, or the state.”

Beside you, Alex lets out a low sigh, almost a whistle. His knee is bouncing, the black fabric of his track pants bunching up around his knee with the movement. You want to reach out and straighten it, fix the three white stripes running parallel down the side.

“You may know this: the university is granted a courtroom at the William Kunstler Courthouse for academic use. When you leave this room in a few moments, you’ll find informative packets on my desk.” The silver-haired man grabs a heavy stack of papers, and spreads them out on his desk like a dealer spreading a stack of cards. “Take one. It contains all the information you need to win your case, and pass this class.”

Your breath catches in your throat- you had a feeling this was coming.

“If you lose your case,” your professor says. “You will receive a maximum of a B+ in my class. If you win, you are guaranteed an A.”

The static sound of unsettled murmuring steadily rises in the echoey lecture room. You glance over at Alex, who is leaning back in his chair, legs crossed casually. He’s fiddling with one of the hoodie strings that hangs from his collar.

“This mock trial will work as any other real case. Your jury consists of freshmen students in a jury studies elective. They have no knowledge about this case, and you should treat them not as students, but as ordinary citizens when you go through voir dire.”

Alex huffs a laugh again, a little noise that is quickly becoming very familiar to you. “Explains why he went over voir dire for three hours last week.”

Despite the anxiety thrumming through your veins, you nod in accordance. Your fingers thread and twist through each other, the poor ring on your index finger falling victim to your fiddling. You pull it off your finger and twirl it around in your lap, the metal warmed from your body heat even if you feel more frigid than not.

“A real judge will be presiding over your case. Kissing up to them by bringing them a gift basket and ‘thanking them for their time’ is not frowned upon, but it is not effective. They are the only truly impartial ones in that courtroom, most of the time.”

With every word out of your professor’s mouth, you feel your exhaustion growing.

Isn’t this what you want to do? Isn’t this what… everyone here wants to do, for the rest of their lives?

You look to Alex. He’s looking at the professor with bright enough eyes, but the bags underneath them tell a different story, the skin taking on a bluish tint. His relaxed posture, his crossed arms with his fingers tucked into his own sides, the confident yet also unreadable expression he tends to wear still constant as ever. He looks like he knows something you don’t, and that should scare you.

You slide the ring back onto your finger and fold your hands atop your desk.

“The only difference from a real trial is that you have more prep time, and that you have your partner to help you with your side of the case. Both of you will be present in court, choosing jurors, delivering opening arguments, questioning witnesses, presenting evidence and arguments, and, yes, delivering your closing statements. You better get comfortable with your partner. Your futures rest in each other’s hands.”

You think you feel a headache coming on. You’re about to put your entire future, the fate of your entire career, in the warm hands of someone who is, at this point, just this side of total stranger. That should scare you.

“Everyone take a packet on your way out. I suggest you get coffee or a meal with your partner in the time you would spend in this class on an ordinary day. Information about Wednesday’s class is in the packet. We are meeting at the courthouse.” The professor spreads his arms wide, an enthusiastic grin suddenly spreading over his face, looking as out of place as a daisy on a sidewalk full of snow. “Welcome to real criminal procedure. Class is dismissed.”

“Here, before I go.” Alex’s voice pulls you out of your stupor with a gentle hand on your upper arm. You think you can feel the warmth seeping into your chilled skin through the thick fabric of your coat. You look down at where his hand rests on you, his skin a beautiful contrast to the dark red of your coat. Then, you notice his other hand- holding out a post-it note. “My number. I’m really sorry, I have to go- I have a thing to do for a friend- but, are you free this afternoon for lunch, maybe? We can get to know each other a bit before we start spending hours together each day.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you force out, the teasing normally coming naturally, but today it feels like speaking around a rock in your throat. “Um- you have to go?”

“Yeah, sorry, it’s a- work thing.”

“I thought you said it was for a friend?”

“It is- look, it’s complicated, I’m sorry. I promise, you can have me as soon as I’m done, I’ll call the minute we’re done.” His furrowed brows stab at your resolve, the questioning facade you put up disappearing like a melted snowflake.

Taking the post-it from his outstretched hand, you carefully fold it into quarters and slip it into the pocket of your slacks. Before you do, you catch a glimpse of a little :] scrawled at the end of the string of numbers.

“What makes you think I want you?” you quip back after a moment.

His face falls for a moment, before he gets the joke and his brown eyes spark back up with the intensity of a firework. An unapologetic laugh bubbles up from his chest, an addicting sound that you feel echoing in your own chest, as well throughout as the high-ceilinged lecture hall.

“I’ll grab you a packet,” you say, nodding your chin at the table at the front of the room that has assembled a bit of a crowd around it. “Go, get your thing done.”

“You- thank you!” Alex grins, his hand on your arm squeezing in some sort of a thank-you before he leaps to his feet and grabs his binder. “I’ll see you soon- promise.”

“Promise,” you nod seriously, holding up your pinky.

You don’t expect him to turn on his heel and link his own finger with yours, pulling your hand tight against his for a moment before nodding with an enthusiasm entirely inappropriate for the situation. Then, he is actually gone, with his green jacket slung over an arm and the papers in his binder fluttering as he whisks out the door.

You notice that the frost in the windows had cleared when you see him jog across the street. He crosses just in time for a gust of wind to threaten to tear off his beanie- he slaps a hand down on top of his head, unruly black strands curling around the edges of the hat as he disappears around a crowded street-corner.

You sit yourself down in the library with a pen, a highlighter, and a steaming cup of coffee from the campus coffee shop. For midmorning on a Monday, the library is packed. Most of the students are windblown and dusted with snowflakes, their jackets pulled tightly around their shoulders as they seek out shelter from the horrible weather to chat with friends, classmates, and partners.

One of the only open tables rests right in the corner, sandwiched between two wide windows. You find why it’s empty very quickly, the thin glass doesn’t do much to stop the icy air from leaking in. Regardless, you shoulder your messenger bag onto an empty chair before setting yourself up in the chair farthest from the window. The packets you’d grabbed from your professor had taken a bit of a beating in the trek here, both dotted with little spots of water from stray, melting snowflakes.

Wincing as you smooth the packets out with your hand, you carefully wipe away an ink smudge that one particularly big snowflake had created. The words “de minimis” are smudged out, at least you think that’s what had been there, considering the following sentence.

A court of law is focused on the smallest things. Arguments are described as de minimis, as in, having their foundation built upon the smallest of things. One partial fingerprint is enough to seal someone’s sentence. One word misspoken is enough to cause a mistrial. One sentence too far is enough to get yourself held in contempt. The smallest things seal fates and shape lives, in law as in life.

You take your pen and carefully scrawl in de minimis onto the dampened paper.

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narutogu · 3 years

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Touch Starved

REPOSTED ON MY MAIN NARUTO BLOG BECAUSE IT WASN’T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. MORE WRITING TO COME ON @narutogwriting

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

CW: none

Length: 4k+

Inspired by this picture

Requests are Open!

“Naruto?”

Your voice broke out softly through the momentary silence. The wind had been howling almost constantly that night, keeping you wide awake. You weren’t afraid of anything, not really. At twelve years old, you, like many of your friends, had the notion that you were invincible. Nothing could touch you, and you would always come out on top. You would miss that as you grew older, the confidence in yourself and your abilities. The belief that the world was fair, and that the good guys always won.

So it wasn’t really that you were scared of the way the wind screamed, the whistles through the tree leaves or the sporadic loud crashes that came as the wind blew branches and even tree trunks to the ground. Maybe it was the fact that you had experienced the first death of an enemy on a mission.

And maybe it was deserved. He had been a criminal, after all, and you hadn’t delivered the fateful blow; of course not. It had been Kakashi, in a bid to save your life.

So maybe you were scared, or traumatized, or reeling from your innocence being shattered for the very first time. Whatever you felt, you were still too young, too inexperienced, to be able to pinpoint what exactly the distressed tugging of your heart meant.

It was what had dragged you from your own tent to Naruto’s, quietly and nervously. Kakashi was in his own tent, and you had been sharing with Sakura who was fast asleep. Having her by your side did nothing to calm the storm beginning to brew from inside you.

You had opened his tent timidly, doing your best not to startle him awake. He was fast asleep, on his side in fetal position hugging his pillow to him tightly. But when you spoke his name, your voice stirred him even from his deep slumber.

Naruto whispered your name, groggily, confused, but he’d know your voice anywhere.

Yawning, he sat up rubbing at his eyes, peering at you curiously. “What happened?” He asked.

“Can I sleep in here with you?”

If you were brave, then there were no words adequate enough to describe the courage that burned within Naruto’s heart. He was sure of himself, of what he believed. He would do anything to protect the ones he loved. He would do anything for you. You couldn’t think of a safer place than by his side.

“Yeah, of course.”

Relief flooded through you as you dragged your sleeping bag into the tent, fitting it next to his with some distance of course. You were best friends, but you were also twelve. There was something embarrassing about sleeping so close to someone of the opposite gender. But you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever slept more soundly.

And thus a new tradition had been born. For the whole year and a half afterwards, anytime you and Naruto were on a mission together, you shared a tent. Sure some of your friends teased you for it, and whatever jonin leading your team would shoot the two of you knowing looks as if they had some secret knowledge that you and Naruto hadn’t yet discovered.

But for you and Naruto, it was normal, as natural as anything. The two of you already spent all your time by each other’s side—it only made sense that that would include sharing a tent when on missions together.

It was only ever a tent though. It wasn’t like the two of you cuddled or anything. That was just embarrassing! Though you two were now out of the stage of believing in cooties, you were beginning to understand that there were some secret, unspoken rules for the way you were expected to act with the other gender. Ridiculous, arbitrary rules that were as old as time and didn’t account for the complexity that was the gender spectrum, but you didn’t understand any of that just yet.

When Naruto left, you were heartbroken, of course. Shattered even. You’d never known that it could feel like you had a hole in your heart until Naruto had taken part of yours with him. You dreaded the years to come of missing him.

But he had work to do and so did you. Naruto was going to get stronger and there was no way you would be left behind. Every time you missed him, you threw yourself into your training. The years didn’t pass quickly, but you found as time went on you were able to find other things that made you feel more whole even when you weren’t.

And just as suddenly, that void was filled. Blond hair and bright orange clothing filled your vision and kicked your heart up into your throat. You hadn’t expected to see him, but nothing could have made you happier.

You’d worried over the years that when Naruto came home, things would be different. Spending two and a half years apart changed things, and you had grown a lot. But you and Naruto fell into step together like he had never left, and just like that you had your best friend back.

But things had changed, though you weren’t going to admit that. When his blue eyes met yours, your breath stopped. Every time his fingers ran through his hair, it was like you were in another world. Part of you knew things were different, but you were never going to say it out loud. You buried your feelings deep within you, hiding your heart like a secret.

The thing that made you most nervous was when you and Naruto had your first mission together since he’d been back. You, Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi, just like the mission where you’d first shared a tent. You didn’t know what to say, embarrassed to ask if you would both share a tent like when you were younger. If that had been embarrassing when you were twelve, it was even worse when you were sixteen.

When your team stopped for camp Kakashi went to secure the perimeter and Sakura to gather firewood. You went to work setting up your own tent when you felt Naruto’s presence behind you. You turned to look at him. He was standing there, scratching the back of his head, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at you.

“I didn’t bring a tent…” He admitted sheepishly. “When we were younger, we always shared a tent, and I figured we’d just do that again… I can share with Kakashi, though, if it’s weird. I don’t mean to—”

“Naruto,” You interrupted him with a laugh, though the color on your cheeks now matched his. “Of course we can share a tent.” You told him, turning back to your work as you set it up. “Don’t be weird.” You weren’t sure if it was a message to him or to yourself.

Unlike everything else with Naruto’s return, sleeping by Naruto didn’t feel as natural as it had before. There was a tension, almost palpable, settling in the tent. It was as if there was a string attaching your fingers to his, and the more the string pulled you to him, the closer to your sides you kept your hands. You couldn’t know that he felt it too.

The mission was straight forward and accomplished quickly. As soon as it started, it ended, and your team was heading back to the leaf village, only a days journey away. You would stop around the same area you had the night before, camping for the evening before heading home at daylight. You and Naruto had barely talked the whole way.

That night reminded you of the one when you had first crawled into Naruto’s tent. The wind was roaring making it hard to fall asleep. It was winter this time, however, and you hadn’t accounted for the night being so cold. The clothes you’d chosen to sleep in did nothing to keep in your body’s warmth, and your teeth chattered audibly as you curled into your sleeping bag, back to Naruto.

When your name left his hips, it almost startled you. The two of you had crawled into the tent quietly, not even bothering to say goodnight, the weight of the change in your relationship that you could both feel hanging heavy between you.

“Yeah?” You found yourself saying back, almost too quietly for him to hear. Almost.

“Uh, do you wanna, I dunno, sleep in my sleeping bag with me?” He mumbled, the words coming out fast and bunching together. “It’s just really cold, and I’m afraid that your teeth are going to break from clicking together so hard.” He hoped the joke would make it less weird, that you would feel more comfortable.

The question choked you with something you didn’t have words for, a feeling that bubbled in your stomach, spreading warm and shaky throughout your body.

“Okay.”

You crawled slowly, oh so slowly from your bag to his. He tried to scoot to one side, to make room. He unzipped the bag just a little bit, enough for you to crawl in next to him before he zipped it back up. There wasn’t enough room for you to lay comfortably next to him. Your body was on his just a bit, head by his chest and your arms pressed tightly to your side. You felt frozen with excitement and nerves. This was as close to a boy as you’d ever been.

The silence seemed to go on forever, but it was just a few seconds. Naruto’s arm had been pressed motionless to his sides, but slowly he felt them thaw before wrapping around your body, pressing you to him.

“You can like, hug me, ya know? Or put your arms on me or something. Just to be more comfortable.”

You nodded, your throat dry as you tried to swallow. You unlatched your arms from your body, a hand going up to rest on his chest. It only took a moment or two to get comfortable, to feel like your body fit perfectly into his. Falling asleep in Naruto’s arms, that was the most comfortable you’d ever slept.

The next morning, there wasn’t an awkwardness. It was something else, something sweeter, shyer. The string pulled your fingers closer, and though your hand didn’t touch his, neither did it pull away. You’d never felt so giddy in your life.

If only you knew what it meant to Naruto.

Naruto couldn’t remember one time in his life that he had cuddled with another person. He was sure that he must’ve been held at least occasionally as a baby, but it wasn’t anything he could remember. No one hugged him as he grew, no one tucked him in at night or rocked him to sleep. Once, when he was four, Naruto had found a puppy that got away from its owner. Naruto scooped the small animal up, holding him in his arms. The puppy had licked him affectionately, and Naruto was embarrassed by the fact that the small action had brought him to tears. Iruka’s hand on his head was the first affectionate touch he could remember from another person. He’d thought his heart would burst at that moment. It was nothing compared to what he’d felt getting to hold you while he slept.

He’d heard people say that hugging could lower stress, elevate your mood, even help prevent you from getting sick. He’d never understood it. Naruto had occasionally hugged Sakura and gotten affectionate touches from his sensei as he got older, but sleeping with you was different.

He understood now what the experts meant when they spoke about the benefits of hugging. He could comprehend why romantic relationships were so important to people if they got to touch their partner every day. Cuddling with you that night had Naruto’s head reeling, high off an emotion he didn’t even have a name for. He’d never felt so close to another person, so connected. How had he survived sixteen years without this? How had he survived those two and a half years training without you?

It was a mix of emotions as your head hit your pillow that night. You were relieved to have been able to take a shower. A home cooked meal never tasted so good as it did after a mission where you survived off dried meats. The softness of your mattress definitely beat the cold hard ground. But, you realized, you would gladly spend a lifetime sleeping on the floor of the woods if you got to sleep by Naruto’s side.

It was too scary to think about these new feelings. You knew what it was now, that you didn’t just see Naruto as your best friend. You liked Naruto. Maybe even more than liked him. You didn’t know how this could have happened. How could you ever face him again? If he knew how you felt, your friendship would be ruined.

You had resolved to avoid him for the foreseeable future so that you could wait out the feelings. Maybe if you had some time apart, the feelings would go away, and nothing would have to change between the two of you.

Your eyes had finally started to flutter closed with exhaustion when you heard tapping on your window, startling you. Sitting up, you looked uncertainly towards the window before finally getting up and going to inspect the noise. Naruto’s face peering back at you from the other side was the last thing you expected to see.

Opening the window as quietly as you could, you willed the butterflies in your stomach to quell. “Naruto, what are you doing here?” You whispered, glancing back towards your bedroom door, sure that your parents would burst through at any moment.

Naruto looked sheepishly back at you, a bashful grin on his face. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked. Rolling your eyes, you did your best to bite back the giddy smile playing on your own lips.

“Yes, Naruto. I’m trying to sleep. What are you doing here?” You asked him again. Instead of answering, Naruto began climbing through your window, making a little too much noise. You shushed him with a stifled giggle as he fell to the floor. “You’re going to wake my parents,” You told him, trying to look stern. Naruto hopped back up to his feet looking at you embarrassedly.

“I couldn’t sleep…” He admitted, his eyes flickering from yours back to the floor. “I was wondering… Do you think I could sleep here tonight?”

The question hung between the two of you, innocent and unassuming. It wasn’t that weird, the two of you were thinking. You shared a tent on missions; was it that different sharing a bed?

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed, feeling breathless. Naruto was in his pajamas too, you realized, decked in a white t shirt and orange sweats. You turned from him, walking slowly to your bed, doing your best not to make any noise. “You have to leave before my parents are up, okay?” You whispered as you climbed back into your bed.

Naruto nodded enthusiastically, following after you. “I will, believe it!” He said a little too loudly for someone that wasn’t supposed to be there. You shot him a look, though you couldn’t help but smile.

Climbing into the bed after you, Naruto got comfortable under the covers, and the two of you laid next to each other silently. Staring at the ceiling, you wondered if Naruto could hear the sound of your heartbeat as it rang in your ears. This was fine. This was normal for two best friends.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, more awake than you had been before. You closed your eyes, doing your best to get some rest and failing miserably. You were too aware of Naruto’s presence beside you. He seemed to have fallen asleep long ago if his rhythmic breathing was anything to go by.

And then, suddenly, you felt him rolling over. His hand reached out in the darkness, finding you and pulling you flush against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him before his body went still again. You froze, looking up at his face. Was he awake? Had he meant to do that? It was impossible to tell with his eyes screwed shut.

You felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in your life. Nothing had ever felt so right.

The next morning, as promised, Naruto was back out the window before your parents woke up. The two of you had stayed in that position all night, and when Naruto began to shift awake, he looked at you with a shy, lopsided smile. All he said was a quiet “good morning” before he was sneaking out.

And there was no way to hide now that things had definitely changed. It was unspoken, but you both knew it. Neither of you knew what to say about it, didn’t know if you even should say anything about it. It wasn’t bad. It was good, better than good, but so new and unexplored for the both of you that you didn’t know how to approach the subject, so you said nothing about it.

It became a regular occurrence for Naruto to climb through your window every night to sleep in your bed. Each time he did, it became easier for Naruto to pull you into him as he fell asleep, and every morning when he left, you wondered how you had ever slept without Naruto’s arms around you.

All of your friends noticed the change between you and Naruto too, though no one said anything. They all exchanged curious glances with each other, seeing how easily Naruto touched you now and the way the two of you looked at each other just a little bit longer than you used to. But no one knew about your and Naruto’s extended sleepover, and so they all whispered among themselves, but said nothing about it to your faces.

When your parents decided to move back to the village that you had been born in, they gave you the option to stay in the leaf. You were only sixteen, but you were a ninja afterall. You were more than capable of making your own choices and taking care of yourself.

And of course you stayed. This was where your life was, where your friends were. Even more importantly, this was where Naruto was.

So when you told him your predicament, that you needed to find a new place to stay, he didn’t hesitate in offering to stay with him. You were sitting at his kitchen table when he said it, and he immediately began pushing things around the small apartment. “You see? We can put your bed here, and can move this over here…” He motioned to the space he had created. “It may be a little cramped, but at least until you can find something else?”

Of course your friends teased the two of you about your new living arrangements. Never when you were together. Everyone was insistent, desperate to be the one that got one of you to cave and admit your feelings for each other. For your part, you just smiled and said, “He’s my best friend.”

And that flew for a while. The same people that had been sure you and Naruto were meant to be began to wonder if they had it wrong all along, began to wonder if you and Naruto truly were just friends.

They didn’t know that you never got around to getting your own bed at Naruto’s house. That first night, you just shared his bed because you’d been doing it for so long. The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that, and the thought of getting a separate bed just didn’t seem that important. And anyways, you’d gotten used to sleeping by Naruto’s side. Naruto knew that if you got your own bed, he would just climb into yours every night.

You were only sixteen, but Naruto wanted nothing more than to spend every night by your side. He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he’d ever been so happy. There was so much on his mind all the time, the oncoming war, getting Sasuke back. And even with the chaos surrounding him, Naruto was at peace because of you. He had a confidence that everything would work out okay. He couldn’t imagine a scenario in which it wouldn’t.

It was the first time that Sakura and Ino had stopped by since you’d moved in that it was pointed out how unconventional your arrangement was. Sure, you both knew it wasn’t exactly normal, but it worked for the two of you. You didn’t see any harm in it.

Naruto was away on a mission when the girls had stopped by, needing to borrow something. When you let them in, they excitedly looked around the small studio apartment, wanting to see if and how you had changed Naruto’s place.

“Uh, where’s the other bed?” Sakura asked as you closed a cupboard, pulling out the tupperware they needed.

“Hm?” You asked, placing it on the table. “Oh, I haven’t gotten one yet. We usually just share.” You said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You’d shared your bed with Naruto so long, it no longer embarrassed you. You’d just never had a reason to mention it.

Sakura and Ino’s jaws dropped. They looked from you to each other, wondering if you were serious. You picked up on their shock, looking back at them sheepishly. “What?” You mumbled, feeling your face heating up.

“Are you guys, like, dating?” Ino placed her hand on her hip, looking at you expectedly. You shook your head.

“No, of course not. He’s my best friend! I just haven’t gotten my own bed yet. It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal!?” Sakura exclaimed. “It’s a huge deal! You guys live together, share a bed together… you’re practically married!”

Ino nodded in agreement. “Sakura’s right. That’s a weird thing for two ‘best friends’ to be doing. It’s not normal.”

Sakura and Ino’s words rang through your head all day after they’d gone. Was it that weird? Sure, the whole thing had been nerve wracking at first, but now it was just part of your dynamic like everything else was. Of course you still harbored your feelings for Naruto, but you’d pushed them deep down, pretending they weren’t there in a bid to save your and Naruto’s friendship.

You were already in bed when he got back from his mission that night. He threw open the door, dropping his bag and sighing loudly. “Are you awake?” He called as he made his way to the bathroom.

“I am now,” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you heard the shower start. You yawned, your body tired despite how awake your mind was. It was a while longer before Naruto was finally ready to settle in for the night.

With a loud yawn, he dropped down on the bed beside you, stretching. “I missed this,” he said, turning over as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. He reached for you instinctively, a happy sigh leaving his lips as you cuddled into his chest.

But Naruto knew you better than anyone, and he could tell something was on your mind. “Everything okay?” He murmured against your hair, moments from falling asleep.

“Is this weird?” You asked him timidly, afraid to hear his answer.

Naruto froze for a moment before pulling away slightly, just enough so he could look down at you. “Is what weird?” He asked back slowly.

You shrugged. “Sakura and Ino stopped by today. They saw we share a bed and… I don’t know. They said it wasn’t normal.” You were afraid to voice the thought, but you couldn’t help it. The seed had been planted, and it wouldn’t stop growing.

But Naruto just rolled his eyes in response. “You’re gonna listen to them?” He asked with a small laugh. “What do they know about normal?”

“They said it was only normal for people that were, like, in a relationship. Not people that were just friends…”

Naruto was quiet, and you could tell he was mulling over the information, no doubt wondering--much like you were--if they had a point. He pulled away even more, and you could see in the moonlight that he was blushing. “Are we just friends?”

The words hit you like a freight train, knocking the breath straight from your lungs. You weren’t ready for this conversation. Things had been going so well, you’d been so happy and comfortable. You weren’t ready for things between you and Naruto to change, not yet. But now you didn’t have a choice.

“Do you want to be?” You whispered back.

The silence lingered, heavy and suffocating. You felt ready to cry. You loved Naruto. You didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer, but you didn’t want to lose him either. If he didn’t feel the same way… You didn’t know what you’d do. You couldn’t think of anything any more devastating.

Reluctantly, you brought your eyes up to meet Naruto’s brilliant blue ones. They were staring earnestly into yours, searching for an answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked. Slowly, shakily, he brought his hand up to your face, brushing your hair back. His touch was soft, barely there, and it sent shivers up your spine.

Finally, he leaned in to you, bringing his lips to brush against yours in a sweet, shy kiss. The motion was unsure, nervous. He’d been dying to do that for months now, and he had no idea how you would react.

Naruto’s kiss sent your head reeling. You’d always thought that kissing Naruto would send your heart racing, but instead it slowed, calming every nerve in your body.

When Naruto pulled away, he was wearing a grin that matched yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” He told you, stroking your cheek. You could only smile in response, pulling him in to kiss you once more

Naruto had gone his whole life touch starved and alone. Affection was so scarce, he hadn’t even known what he was missing.

Sharing a bed, sleeping next to you, kissing you goodnight. It wasn’t scary or unsure.

It felt like coming home.

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