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kkeidawrites · 1 year

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Homeward Bound

The wooden gates were still sporting the large hole that the red monsters had almost gained access into the now abandoned village, and a sharp pain went to her heart.

Bringing her hammer closer to her front, Greta sighed out her nerves, shaking off the shudder she felt as she passed through the now dilapidated entrance that was once her home.

The peasant houses still sat surprisingly, the same as they had left them but, she raised her arms and pressed them to her upper body. She didn’t trust the calm atmosphere and the smell of magic was suddenly everywhere now.

“Greta?” Bertram, one of the men in her party called to her, worriedly.

She turns to her group and gives a smile, maybe doing so would ease their nerves, some had tense shoulders and that made her worry. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to freeze up if something were to occur.

“Keep on guard, take one person with you to search the houses and if you plan to gather anything useful then make sure it’s light enough to carry back.” Greta ordered and the seven people disperse to do as they were told.

Smelling the strong scent of magic again, Greta gives a weary look over the landscape. The wind shifts next to her but, she doesn’t jump when the dhampir she has come to know in these seven months, lands beside her.

“Something wrong?” His queries.

“I smell a strong presence of magic. But…I can’t pinpoint as to where it is.” Greta turns to him.

“We shouldn’t linger here for too long.” She suggests and Alucard nods.

Greta’s eyes fall on the path that leads to her home and takes a deep breath. Home. A place she feared to return to ever since she sent away Marius to his untimely death.

Gripping her mallet, she forced herself to breathe again and walked the grasslike trail to the cruck house that sat on the hill. Each step, grew steeper as they closed in on the house. Greta could feel her chest tighten more as she reached out to grab the flimsy handle but, couldn’t bring herself to turn the knob.

“Oh God…” she shudders, her voice wavering.

All at once, the memories flooded into her mind. The first being the last time she ever saw Marius again, another, showing how she tried to stop him from going on this mission, begging him to stay and find another option. Then the start of the night creatures at their gates, the hellish night of death to the castle, and the onslaught of how many were lost in the battle at the castle.

A warm gloved hand grasped her shaking one, her eyes find Alucard’s as he had leaned over to touch her hand.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to go in, Greta. If it’s too painful-“

“No, no I have to do this. I just…just need one moment.” Her free hand pats his, and smiles.

“I will remain out here.” He says and she nods.

“Thank you, Alucard.” He returns a smile and Greta takes another deep breath, finally turning the handle and opening it.

Ducking her head a bit to step inside, Greta looks around the house to see that some of her furniture had been turned over, some chickens had migrated into her kitchen area. It was a surprise that they were still living.

Walking over to her sleeping area, Greta moves to the dowry chest sitting in front of the straw mattress bed and kneels in front of it.

Opening it, Greta sees the small chest that had pieces of silver and gold coins inside and a few scribes, she places them beside her right hip. Shuffling some old clothes and books around, Greta finally found what she was looking for.

Unraveling the crumbled scroll, Greta sighs quietly and then quickly ravels the scroll again. Opening her small satchel, Greta places the items inside and stands to leave. Her eyes roam over the remnants of her deserted home, remembering the better times of her life and the days when she had used her own hands to make it. Only 17, knowing nothing about building a house or how to make it sturdy through storms that would ever come.

But, with a little bit of time to plan out the details and measurements, her home was built in a matter of a month. She didn’t want it to be big or spacious, just enough that she could have the room inside to be comfortable. Greta wasn’t all about making her home filled with trinkets and cloth to make it look more homey, she owned very little items and the need to make such a home never came to mind.

Running a village was no easy feat, and being barely home didn’t help either. Still, this was where it all started and she thought maybe one day she would be able to return to her old home.

Running a hand over the greying table that stood by the door, she sighed again then turned to the door. Before she could leave out, a sudden hiss was heard to her left and Greta froze, trying to pinpoint where that noise came from.

Slowly placing a hand on her hammer, Greta side eyed the turnt over dresser that sat in the corner. There was nothing in there but the tools she needed for repairing the house and last she checked, tools didn’t move.

A crash was heard behind her and Greta jumped with her hammer ready to see a large winged night creature on top of one of the men from their group. He fought back its large claws that were on a mission to make carvings into his flesh by using his sword and Greta ran over to help.

Throwing her hammer at the monster, it hit the side of its head and roared in pain. The man below had enough time to stab under its neck and blood poured from its neck as it squealed in pain.

Greta picks up her hammer and approaches to smash one of its clawed hands to release her companion.

It fell over to its side as it twitches in its final moments, but the man takes the initiative to stab it in the head through its eye for a mercy kill.

“Where is Alucard?” She asked and he points to the main area where they would have their stalls for produce.

After checking to see if the man was alright, Greta was quick to leave the now dilapidated house and follow her nose to track down the sweet smell of spices that was Alucard.

Quickly, she found him, finishing off another night creature similar to the one before and he floated back down to the ground.

“Have you seen any others?” She asked him once she was close to him.

“There were only three that had attacked. I’m not sure where they came from but thankfully they were stopped in time. No one was hurt were they?” He asked.

Greta shrugged.

“I’m not sure, I had just helped someone kill one but I sent him to see if he could round up the others so that we can get out of here,” she looked at the landscape and huffed both annoyed and saddened.

“The bastards can have the area if they want.” She tells him.

“Miss Greta!” She turned around to see Bertram running up to her.

“You must come and see!” He says alarmed.

Following Bertram, he and the others have gathered at the front gates and were whispering with one another. Parting in between the people to get to the front, Greta’s eyes widened at the sight before her. A fairy circle had appeared and from how brown the grass had became it looks like the Fae were just here.

“Alright, everyone do not panic. Fairy circles are oftentimes meant for good luck and we know what happens if we step into one.” She says.

“But, how do we leave? It’s all around the front entrance!” A woman exclaimed.

Greta didn’t know what to do, a fairy circle was a thing that you knew how to avoid and what to do when you stumbled across one. However, she had no knowledge of what to do when inside of a fairy circle.

“I have to go back home,” she turns to return inside the village and runs back to her house. Taking the entrance where the night creature broke into, Greta stepped over debris and her now broken bed and rushed over to her fallen dresser in the corner.

Opening the bottom drawer, Greta searched through the clothes and tools inside until her hands grasped a small yellow book.

Flipping through the pages, Greta searched the text to see if there was anything that talked about escaping a fairy circle. As she searched, she smelled the scent of magic again this time a lot stronger than she originally thought. She heard shuffling above the drawer she was in and grabbed the handle.

Pulling it open, she saw the white sheets inside moving and Greta grabbed her hammer. Using her free hand, she slowly picked up the corner of the linen and then quickly threw it off the small moving object.

She gasped at the sight before her, nearly dropping her weapon.

A fairy stared up at Greta with a terrified and confused look on their face. The fairy had short white hair and brown skin wrapped in a purple flower dress. Throwing off the rest of the sheet off their legs, the fae flutters their wings and then tries to fly upward. They fall back into the wooden frame of the drawer and looks at their left wing, it had a small tear in it and the fairy frowns sadly.

“You’re hurt.” Greta says quietly, she feared it may scare the fae away.

The Fae looks up to see Greta’s right hand be cupped for them to climb into her palm. The Fae squeaks and shuffles into her hand, holding their wing protectively.

“You smell like pomegranates,” Greta smiles at the little creature and they grin bashfully.

“Greta?” She hears Alucard call and looks up to see the dhampir find her knelt form and drops to a knee next to her.

“Are you alright?” He asked concerned.

“I’m fine but…I think I may have found a way for us to leave.” She slowly held up her hand to show the dhampir and Alucard’s eyes widened. The Fae ducked their head a bit at the sight of another person.

“A Fae? Did they make the fairy circle?” He asked.

“I don’t think so. But, maybe if I talk with them that they can help us.” She tells him.

Bringing the fairy closer to her face, Greta begins to whisper to them.

“Can you help us out? We are trapped inside of a fairy circle and we can’t get out.” She says and the fairy smiles nodding, their wings fluttered and Greta got to her feet.

“Come on, we need to get back to the others.” She tells him and the two rush back out to the entrance of the village.

Greta approached the fairy circle then stopped when she was close enough to touch it and let the fairy out of her hand to stand in the grass. The fairy steps on the ring of the circle and their little hands glows green, the ring slowly glowed a yellow light and the fairy looked up at Greta with a nod.

Seeing the signal, Greta motions the others to quickly leave the ring and they shuffle pass her, careful of the little fairy.

When Greta and Alucard stepped out, Greta looked to the fairy and they grin up at her, their injured wing flickering a bit.

“Will you be alright here?” She asked.

The fairy squeaks and at that moment, little heads appears in the grass and flowers sprouted from the ground. Even more impressive and beautiful was how fairies came out from the flowers that bloomed and were quick to fly around and have fun with the other bloomers.

Enchanted by the scene, Greta smiled and nods to her little helper who had stopped using their powers and waved at Greta and Alucard.

Waving back, Greta and Alucard leave the area but, not before she turns around to the fairy again.

“Take care of the village for me!” She says while walking backwards.

With a squeak, the fairy continues waving until they see them leave over the hill.

“Do you think they were apart of the spirits of wood and stream you had talked about before?” Alucard asked.

Greta shrugged. She hadn’t a clue but, if that’s who they were then she had their utmost thanks.

“Who knows? I’m just glad that everything worked out in the end, although I didn’t expect to see a fairy of all things, let alone help us. They can be very tricky.” She says.

Once everyone returned to Belmont, Greta goes to sit on the castle steps. Stretching her back, Greta sighs and moves her satchel to sit in between her legs. Opening it, she pulled out the scroll she had taken from her house and smiled softly.

“Greta?” She looks up and sees Alucard standing on the steps to look down at her.

“May I?” He asked pointing to sit next to her. Greta nodded and the blonde man sits next to her.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Greta takes a moment to think of her answer then heaves out a sigh turning to smile at him.

“Yes. I think I am okay, I just…I just needed this one thing from home.” She tells him and he tilts his head intrigued.

“May I ask what is it that you needed?” He asks.

Greta bites her lip for a second then hands over the scroll to him. Alucard is careful to take it and unravels it to view the contents of the scroll.

A painting was shown on the scroll, a man, woman and a young girl were in the picture. He could tell the young girl was Greta but, he wasn’t sure who the two older people were.

“They are-“

“My parents, Callista,” she points to the woman standing behind the chair of the other older man.

“And Asnel. My father was disabled, he couldn’t walk and often had to use crutches to get around. He was the original leader of Danesti but…when the war began he...” She stops and sighs.

“Greta, if you don’t wish to tell me it’s up to you. I respect your decision.”

“And I appreciate that but, I think it’s best to get it off my chest.” She takes a deep breath.

“Night creatures had came to us without warning, we’re not the type of village that is known for combat and prowess. And we did the best that we could to defend it with all of our strength. It wasn’t enough…we had lost so many on that first night, even my mother.” She pauses to gather her emotions together and Alucard grabs her hand for emotional support.

“My father wanted to send me away when there was a break from the creatures attacking but I didn’t want to leave him or the others behind. He knew that he couldn’t do much with his disability but, that one night when the monsters had overrun the village they came to our house. Father took down two before he was taken as well.” Greta smiles bitterly.

“I was at the front gates trying to fend off the monsters but they came through anyway and I found my father dead at the door. I wanted to be there to protect him, then maybe he would have been here today. But, he sent me to fight with our people because he knew that his life wasn’t worth living if he couldn’t save theirs.” She said and Alucard chuckles softly.

“Now where have I heard that line before?” Greta smiles and squeezes his hand looking down at the painting again.

“I guess I just…I didn’t want to forget what they looked like and that was the only picture we had.” She explained and Alucard looks down at the painting once more, then an idea came to mind.

“I think I have an idea.” He tells her.

Fixing the squared frame to be straightened a bit better, the painting of Greta’s parents sat alongside the portrait of her and Alucard’s picture and Trevor and Sypha’s family picture.

With a sad smile, Alucard takes a step back next to Greta who is holding a bundle of poppies to her chest. Smelling the sweet scent of the flowers, Greta places the flowers under the portrait then takes a step back to have Alucard’s arm around her shoulder.

Barely holding back the tears, Greta releases a sob and drops to her knees in sorrow. Alucard follows her down holding her close to his chest as she cries.

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Not even gonna lie to y’all, I did not like how this turned out 😭😭😭it’s like I didn’t know what I was talking about in the middle and just rushed the ending

#castlevania #alucard #fanfiction #adrian tepes #my writing #castlevania spoilers #castevania greta #greta x alucard #greta castlevania

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mod-junko-writing · 3 years

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Junko...ma’am....

Nagito x Reader after he finds out they are remnants of despair. He corners her and asks her how long she has been thinking about fucking him.....the answer? Like literally since the moment she saw him

Then, ya know...the nasty

(Ignore this if it’s too smutty lol. Good luck with the blog either way)

Oh my! This is expected, sure horny person, and thank you! Sorry if I took too long.

Hope between despair

Pairing: nagito/fem!reader

Warning: n$fw, degrading, spoiler, mention of murder, choking, cunnilingus, giving oral, taking someone virgin, MINOR DNI ON THIS

Apologise for making the reader sub— i can't write dom reader 🥲

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As everyone out of the funhouse, you guys were exhausted, both physically and mentally, but, this is not the time to worry, you guys have to move forward, don't let their sacrifice be wasted.

You were pretty concerned about nagito. After he finishes the final dead room, his behavior changes, and now you were trying to find him, you search the entire Island.

Except for his cottage, well, you haven't check it yet, you think that you will annoy him, so you didn't check his cottage. While exploring the island to find him, you didn't notice that he was watching you.

You give up searching for nagito and return to your cottage, it is almost nighttime, you wanted to open your lock, and then a shadow cast from behind you.

Your heart beating so fast, you were afraid to move, 'is this my end now?' You thought, as you slowly turning your head, and see him, nagito, the one you've been searching for a whole day.

You sigh in relief, "nagito, please don't scare me like that, also! I search you everywhere..where were you?" You walk towards him, "stop." He stopped you from walking toward him.

"Don't you even move." You were now scared again, you and he are close, is he going to kill you now? "n-nagito?" He walks towards you with hands on his jean pockets.

You couldn't help it but back up from him, "I said, don't move." You grab the door handle and turn it, quickly go inside, too bad that he was too strong for you.

By this point, it's all pointless. All you can do now it's just backing up from him, he entered your cottage and lock it, you were too scared to grab the key. "What did I said about not moving?" Your Heart is jumping "Answer me." You scared if you answer it, it might lead you to something even more horrible.

You were on the edgy now. You keep backing up from him, you couldn't run, because the key was in his hand, you did not want to risks your life on an object, your legs giving up, you collapse to the floor.

All in your thoughts now was 'why me', he suddenly grabs your chin by force he makes you look up to him, he keeps staring at you, he moves closer to you until his lips only one parted away, still asking for a consent tho.

You closed your eyes and accepting your fate, he kissed you, moving his hand from chin to your nape, and went deeper eventually he slipped his tongue into your mouth and exploring it. The kiss seems to be longer, you felt his hands in your thighs.

His hand roaming around your thighs, hiking it up a little bit. You two let go of the kiss, leaving you two panting, "w-whats is wrong with you-" "tell me," "Tell you what? I don't know anything! I swear!"

"how long you've been imagining it, also don't you dare talk to me like that you filthy slut." You jump a little with his sudden degrading, he moves even closer, pushing his knee against your crotch making you gasp.

Nagito whispers into your ears: "look at you right now. You look like a slut." Your mind couldn't handle it, the more he degraded you, the more you feel weak under him.

"p-please stop.." nagito place his hands on your next, "n-nagito don't to this—" he chokes you, not too strong, but still hurts. "Argh–n-agi-to stop." You're trying to stop him.

He eases up a little bit, this is your change, you move his hands away from you, he sighs. "What is wrong with you?! After you finish the final dead room you change!" He had to shut you up with a kiss, but this time the kiss was passionate.

It's easing you up a little, after that you both parted away, nagito hug you, "I'm sorry." That's a normal words that has you listen today from him. "I-i-" you wanted to say it's fine, but you can't.

You just stay silent, and hug him back. Nagito tighten his hug, and inhaling your scent, he keep moving, until he stop on your neck, planting a few kisses, you decided to give yourself to him.

You give him space, he keep kissing your neck and then bite it a little bit, as he was markings you, your breath became unsteady again, you were pretty overwhelmed with all the pleasure.

You notice that nagito hands were trying to unbuckle your bra, you help him to unbuckle it, he's remove your top, and carry you to bed, the end./j

You letting him dominate you, although you wanted him to be the submissive. He get rid of your bottom including your underwear, he already knows that his degrading makes you wet.

he just hum in amusement, which you find attractive, everything that he do is attractive to you. You jerk up because nagito presses his tip of the tongue to your sensitive little button, "hah...." He keep teasing you.

"p-please, stop teasing— NGH–!" He begins to explore your, you couldn't breath, you keep gasping and moaning, the pleasure that he give you is fucking your brain out.

You were pretty on the edge now. It's only 3 minutes passes, "you can come, i don't mind to get all wet." And continue to making a mess out of you, even twisted you hips he doesn't stop.

Until you finally come, you lay back relaxed, you pretty much exhausted. But it doesn't stop nagito from getting inside you. He got up and lick some of your orgams that got into his face.

"sorry for being rough..." "I-its fine.." nagito caressing your cheeks, and slowly kissing you, which you return it, but you feel something pocking your cvnt. When you realise it, you begin to panic, but luckly nagito calm you down.

"don't worry, I will go slowly." And he did, you were griping into the sheets pretty hard. You were still getting used to his length. "Y-you can move now..." You were nervous.

He nodded and slowly move, you feel weird.. "u-umh.." "what is it? You want me to go fast?" Your cheeks were burning even more and look away, he chuckled and grab your chin, bring your attention to him again.

He kisses you again, nagito understand that you were scared and nervous. He begins to thrust you, it was slow, but then out of nowhere, he slammed himself into you even deeper.

Nagito muffled your scream by kissing you, he let go of the kiss and thrusts you again. For better position, he hiking up your legs into his waist and went even deeper, it is fucking your brain, your mind was hazy, your throat are sore.

Nagito was grunting into your ears too, making you on the edge again, he thrust you even harder, you accidentally moan into his ears, making nagito on the edge too. "Gugh..hah...hhow dare you m,moan into my ears slut, hah-" he was painting.

"ngh-! Nagito—" you did that on purpose because you want him to cums, he grunt again, as a revenge he kissed you jaw and marking it, you obviously moan, without you knowing, your orgams is out.

You don't want to move, your body is exhausted, nagito collapse besides you, your both were exhausted and trying to catch some breath, he pull you closer.

You two doesn't say a word, also his cock remain burried inside you. Nagito give you a kissed your forehead and peck your lips before fall asleep.

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avarkriss · 4 years

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paradise; (with a nasty bite)

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ Only

Word Count: 3.589k

Summary: Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Cody, and one very ticked off Jedi Reader get pollened on what should be a very quick and simple mission

Song/Title Inspo: Control by Unknown Brain ;; a huge thank you to Elisha (@beskars) for encouraging/proofing these shenanigans

Warnings: Threesome - F/M/M; Sex Pollen and therefore automatic DubCon; Sass; Force Projection; Force Sensitivity and Mind Reading; I Know That’s Not How The Force Works Don’t At Me; Boys Kissing; Oral Sex (M/M, F/M); Masturbation and Mutual Masturbation; Kissing; Shameless Bisexuality and Smut; Vaginal Fingering; Spit as Lube; Spit Kink; Fucking on Obi’s Cloak Kink; Beach Sex; Double Penetration (Vaginal); Very Light D/S tones, Poor Ani

Image credits: unsplash

Author’s Note: My first pollen fic!! I do apologize if I miss any grammar/spelling/formatting issues, this was primarily written on my phone in the middle of the woods lmao. I love a good threesome, I hope you to too! Plus we’re getting delivered early because I got home early :) Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

The heat on Borleias was oppressive.

It was sticky.

Heavy.

And you swore to the Force you were inhaling as much water as you were drinking.

The worst part though? The very worst part was that the beach was so close you could kriffing smell it.

Cool relief called to you from just a few meters away, the melodic crashing of the waves lulling you into a state of serenity you didn't think was possible in this hellscape - something else to focus on besides the salt crusting on your skin from where your sweat had evaporated.

Until you heard his blasted voice crackling in your comlink, cursing that crisp Coruscanti accent for pulling you out of the only moment of peace you've known since landing in this Force-forsaken jungle.

The sound was slightly muffled, humidity having crept into the smallest of cracks in the watertight seals on the device.

"I need you to stay focused," Obi-Wan reprimanded.

“Of course,” you grumbled, tugging at the neck of your tunic while inwardly groaning at the way the coarseweave stuck to your skin. “Have you placed your beacon yet?” you grumbled, the hilt of your lightsaber slipping in your palm.

No one saw you fumble it, certainly. No one except for apparently Cody, who you heard choke on a laugh from three meters away. If looks could kill he would have been wounded but he just couldn’t contain himself - you had to be the second clumsiest Jedi in the Order with that thing, the first of course being General Kenobi.

You waited five more standard minutes before lifting your wrist to your mouth, hissing into your comm. “Well?”

“You’re so testy in the heat,” Obi-Wan grunted from behind. You startled and nearly dropped your lightsaber again, glowering at him as mirth dared to dance in his eyes.

“Great. You’re back. I’m going to the beach so I can soak the sweat off,” you snarked, making a concentrated effort to push through the foliage in front of you, desperate for the ocean to cleanse your spirits.

“Seems that the heat is getting to her, sir,” Cody remarked, watching Obi-Wan gently shake his head before trudging after you.

When the two men emerged from the forest they found your boots, belt, lightsaber, and pants strewn about the beach in a haphazard line straight to the water where they could see you floating on your back, dimly lit by the moon.

“Must you leave a mess everywhere you go?" Obi-Wan shouted, bending down to gather your things in a neat pile.

You rolled your eyes heavily, knowing he couldn't see you in the water. "I'm going to shake Anakin if I don't die here first," you grumbled to yourself, begrudging the day you were assigned to this mission because he had " urgent business on Naboo ."

Obi-Wan thumped to the ground next to the pile, neatly folding your pants as Cody sat down next to him, removing his helmet.

"I've read about this planet sir, there's a meteor shower every year," Cody mentioned, hugging his knees to his chest as he looked at the stars along the horizon.

"I believe you're correct Cody," Obi-Wan mused, taking in the way Cody’s curls seemed to have tightened with the planet’s humidity, basking in his calm while he looked out across the ocean.

"I can't believe it," Cody gasped, suddenly sitting straight before scrambling to lay on his back. Obi-Wan curiously followed his gaze, tilting his chin skyward to find the shimmering tails of a cluster of shooting stars.

"It's nice to enjoy this," Cody mumbled, speaking to no one but himself.

"It is," Obi-Wan agreed, smiling at Cody before calling out to you, beckoning you to the beach before pointing at the stars.

You slowly removed yourself from the water, coming to stand next to Obi-Wan. You bit back a scoff when you saw the way he had neatly folded and arranged your belongings, crossing your arms as you looked to the sky.

"As much as I can't stand this planet, being here for the annual meteor shower is pretty amazing," you thought aloud, sand sticking to your toes and ankles.

Obi-Wan hummed in agreement as he moved to lay down, the top of his head brushing against Cody's. You shrugged and decided to join them, toes towards that cursed jungle as you laid down, your wet hair joining theirs.

The three of you laid there for a while, relaxing against the warm sand while the planet slowly dropped in temperature, becoming only slightly more bearable. You had no idea how much time had passed when a breeze finally picked up, carrying glittering silver grains in its wake.

You ran your finger up your arm, examining the sparkles when you realized it was pollen from the jungle.

"Curious," Obi-Wan said, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, slowly sitting up.

"Obi-Wan," you warned, sitting up yourself as he began to walk up the beach. Cody scrambled and lightly jogged to catch up with him.

You watched them at the forest line, Obi-Wan carefully studying a lightly colored flower - the source of the pollen, you were sure. He plucked one and returned with it and Cody, sitting down next to you.

"I've never seen such a thing before," you marveled, reaching out your hand to hold the flower.

It was palm sized, the petals so thin that if there was just one you could have made out the shape of your finger behind it. The edges of the petals were nearly metallic in their argent color, gently rippled and curled. At the center of the flower was a milky white stamen that seemed to glow in the moonlight, studded with the last remnants of silver pollen that hadn't been taken by the wind.

"We didn't see any of these on our way in," you mentioned, turning the flower in your hand.

"No," Cody confirmed, extending his hand so he could study the plant. "But there are many flowers that only bloom at night."

"I think it may be some type of aestus flower," Obi-Wan mentioned casually, rolling his lower lip between his teeth.

"You can't be -" you started, stopping before you realized you were being ridiculous. The family of aphrodisiac flowers was so valuable they'd be well documented on this planet, known for being exceptionally poor in natural resources.

“An aestus flower, sir?” Cody questioned, tilting his head as he lifted the flower to eye level.

“They’re a… a flower known to produce various aphrodisiac effects,” Obi-Wan explained, quickly continuing when he caught sight of Cody’s furrowed brows. “But they’re known to work very quickly, so this may be a distant cousin of sorts.”

“Regardless, I’m sitting over there,” you threw your thumb to the side, gesturing to a large smooth rock in the sand, “until we’re sure it’s not what you think it is. I could use a few hours of quiet.”

Obi-Wan nodded his head as you stood, slowly moving himself closer to the tree line. “Just for precaution,” he smiled.

Cody nodded too and moved a few meters away himself, your close circle turning into a giant awkward triangle on the beach.

You settled on the stone, feeling the heat of the planet push against your chest once more.

But as time started to slow and the weight increased, you began to fear that Obi-Wan was, once again, absolutely correct.

“Just meditate through it,” you whispered to yourself, crossing your legs underneath you while you rested your wrists on your knees, palms facing the sky. "Just breathe."

You slowly closed your eyes and took the deepest breath you could manage, reaching out to connect with your surroundings. You were searching, looking for something cool, something calming.

You needed to ground yourself, build an unshakable foundation to ward off the storm you could feel brewing in the pit of your stomach.

The stone beneath you was too warm and the ocean always took extra concentration, concentration you couldn't spare as you desperately tried to block out the growing heat between your thighs and the gentle groan you heard from somewhere down the beach.

"Breathe," you spoke to yourself, reaching for the trees. You found them hot, burning from the aestus flowers and resistant to your touch. You sensed something alluring and cold nearby, creeping towards it until you realized it was Obi-Wan, pulling away before you made the mistake of making him your home.

"Breathe," you spat from between gritted teeth, eyes scrunching with the involuntary flutter from between your legs. You reached into the sand, desperate, aching. But it fell from your grasp slowly, mocking you. Taunting. There was no stability to be found in sand.

There was another ragged moan from down the beach and you ground your teeth down, placing the tips of your fingers against the flat stone, clinging to the steady vibrations between every molecule.

Heat grew between your thighs as something cool lapped at your back, calling to you like gentle water.

Relax, little one.

You couldn't help the growl growing in the back of your throat, letting it escape briefly before swallowing it back down. His voice was honey thick; sticky and warm and pulling you in.

The groaning from down the beach intensified, joined by stumbling footsteps that climbed away from you, drawn in by Obi-Wan's cooling aura.

Cody, you panicked, reaching out for him until you realized Obi-Wan had brought him to the safety of harbor first.

You felt him pull away from you, keeping a connection at the small of your back. You felt like your skin was going to burn off of your bones, thighs slicking as your arousal began to pool.

Groans turned to whimpers, threatening to break your concentration as you dove deeper and deeper, fighting the pull that threatened to drag you to the surface.

It was when things finally turned quiet that you straightened your spine, breathing deeply until you felt a familiar flicker somewhere in the corner of your consciousness.

The sound was different now - wet and messy and your throat felt like it was starting to close until a strangled moan erupted, pulling you out of the shelter you had forged.

Your protective walls were down and you were exposed, every nerve ending combusting at once until the projection of pleasure slammed into your chest.

You felt relief for the briefest of moments until it ebbed away, fleeting glimpses of bliss strangling your heart every few seconds until tears began to fall down your cheeks. It was going to make you lose your sanity, bouncing between the burning heat of desire and the sweet relief of satisfaction being sent through you.

You pulled yourself up and started to walk towards the tree line, vision blurred and gait unsure. You were ready to scream, ripped open and raw and hurting and alone -

"I hate -" you sobbed, falling to your knees at the sight of Obi-Wan on his, Cody’s cock buried in his mouth while he choked on his own relieved cries.

Your words died on your tongue and your mouth parted as you studied them, beautiful in the moonlight. Cody was bare and had his head thrown back, his hands tangled in Obi-Wan’s auburn hair as he thrust into his mouth.

You reached between your thighs as you watched - Cody stuttering in his rhythm while Obi-Wan stroked himself, hand moving under his robes.

Your fingers danced around your aching clit, craving relief that evaded you at every turn. Obi-Wan's projection was constant now, his pleasure mounting with Cody’s. When Cody came the projection pushed you onto your ass, hitting the sand with a gentle thud. You groaned and thrust your fingers into your aching pussy, watching Cody join Obi-Wan on his knees, pulling him in for a kiss.

Their tongues danced together and your lips tingled with ache, mouth and throat dry while you panted.

Please , you pleaded, reaching out to tangle yourself with Obi-Wan as Cody kissed him and took his cock in his hand. When Cody began to pump him up and down Obi-Wan pushed so hard against you that you fell onto your back breathless, rapidly thrusting in and out of your heat.

You couldn't see it when he came but you heard him moan, feeling the pleasure ripple through your tummy and up your chest. You threw your head back into the sand, screaming out in frustration as hot tears simmered on your cheeks, begging for your own release.

Someone knelt down next to you, their hand on your forehead sending a jolt down your back. You whimpered as you arched under the gentle touch, chasing the connection as the hand pulled away.

"General," Cody murmured, slipping it under your neck to help you sit up. You pulled your fingers from within yourself and curled into Cody, crying against his shoulder.

"I - I -," you stammered, struggling to find your words as you continued to clench around nothing, aching to be filled.

"We know what you need darling," Obi-Wan rumbled, spreading his cloak onto the sand. "We're here now." He was attempting to send a calming rush towards you, finding you unresponsive to it as you kissed across Cody's shoulder.

Cody’s lips fell to your neck, mouthing at your skin as you grew impossibly hotter in his arms.

"She needs more Cody," Obi-Wan pointed out, helping to roll you onto his cloak as Cody settled between your legs. "Taste her," he suggested, shrugging off the rest of his robes.

As soon as Cody's tongue made contact with your soaked folds you let out a wrecked moan, twisting against the cloak until Obi-Wan settled next to you, leaning down to pull your soaked tunic off of you before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You succumbed to him immediately, letting his tongue push against yours as he licked into your mouth. He still tasted of Cody and you moaned below him, fisting one hand in Cody's hair as the other searched for Obi-Wan's cock, joining his own in stroking himself to relieve the fire slowly consuming you all from the inside out.

Obi-Wan spread a hand over your breast, slowly tweaking one of your nipples while Cody lapped at your clit. He was groaning into you as his fingers searched out your entrance, index and middle slipping in with ease.

Your hips arched off the cloak to meet his eager mouth, moans filling the air as Obi-Wan broke away from your mouth to take your nipple between his teeth, leaving a trail of stars blooming across your skin in his wake.

Obi-Wan, please -

Your walls were down and he was starting to crumble.

"Cody," Obi-Wan whispered, running his hand through his hair. When he lifted his head from between your legs his eyes were shining as much as his mouth, slowing his fingers inside of you. "Sit back a moment my darling."

Cody sat back on his knees and dragged his fingers slowly out of you. You keened at the loss until you saw Obi-Wan lean over to Cody, taking his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the way you tasted on his salty skin.

Obi-Wan cast his eyes down to you as he palmed at your breasts, pulling off of Cody's fingers when he was sure that they were clean. He came back to your tips, tapping them open with a gentle finger before spitting into your mouth, tasting of you and Cody and something uniquely him.

After leaving a parting bite on your lower lip he helped you roll onto your stomach, gesturing for Cody to resume his place between your legs as he stroked himself and came around to your mouth.

Let him fuck me, please -

Your thoughts were loud in your head as Obi-Wan moaned, giving voice to the desires you couldn't speak.

As Cody lined himself up to your entrance Obi-Wan found your mouth, each man pushing into you, synchronous with the other.

Your groans were muffled around Obi-Wan, eyes fluttering closed as relief settled into you, the fire shrinking with every thrust of their cocks.

Cody had you stretched in the most delicious of ways, moaning and cursing as he thrust into you, one hand pressed against your pussy and the other resting on Obi-Wan's.

They both started to say your name louder, your body shaking between them, threatening to break if you didn't find release soon. But as Cody timed his thrusts to oppose the press of his finger on your clit and Obi-Wan pulled your hair while hissing from the way you traced him with your tongue, your vision went white and the world finally stopped spinning.

Your euphoria was short lived, quickly replaced by deep heat between your legs. Cody and Obi-Wan found their release shortly after, spilling inside of you as they each moaned out your name.

They parted from you for a moment, pausing to kiss each other before coming to your sides, each man laying next to you.

"It's not stopping soon is it," you panted, looking to Cody and then to Obi-Wan who both shook their heads. You let out a shaking exhale as the pain grew stronger. You couldn't fight it anymore, leaving yourself wide open, thoughts so obvious that even Cody could gather what was on your mind.

Obi-Wan shared in your sensation and grabbed at your waist, urging you to straddle him. Once you were comfortably seated Obi-Wan set a punishing pace, snapping his hips up into your while he kneaded the flesh of your ass between his fingers.

Cody watched for a few moments before taking himself in his palm, stroking in time to Obi-Wan's thrusts. His face began to contort with pain when a thought burst through your fog.

Self-stimulation is ineffective, isn't it?

You were interweaving yourself with Obi-Wan, clinging to the cool of his force signature as he slowed just a touch, breathing out a shudder confirmation.

With that you turned towards Cody, gently calling his name as Obi-Wan slowly rocked into you, expression curious.

"I'm so wet," you moaned, looking him up and down.

"You are," he confirmed, putting his hand where your body met Obi-Wan's, the other still wrapped tightly around his cock. He teased you both for a few moments, running his fingers across both of you at once.

"I can take you both together."

The words rolled off your tongue before you realized you had said them, both men moaning as Cody began to work a finger and then two into your pussy without hesitation.

"You’re sure?" he grunted, wrapping your hand around his cock as he pushed his fingers deeper, working in tandem with the subtle roll of Obi-Wan's hips.

"Yes," you cried, voice strained as he pushed in a third. "Can't stand to see either of you in this pain."

Cody hummed against your skin as he kissed you, helping you adjust to the stretch before pulling away, coming behind you.

With a firm hand to your back Cody pushed you forward until your chest was nearly flush with Obi-Wan's. You heard him spit against you, rubbing at you with his thumbs before pressing his head against your entrance, easing himself inside.

You and Obi-Wan moaned from the pressure, stilling as he worked his way in. You swallowed your cries as Obi-Wan bit into your shoulder, hands firm on your hips as he tried to hang onto the last bit of his mental wall.

That, however, came crashing down as soon as Cody began to move, the force of his pleasure knocking the wind from your chest. When you opened your eyes you could see your tears mixed with his, leaning down to lick them away before he began to work in tandem with Cody - thrusting in as he pulled out.

They worked against each other and you were seeing stars, becoming wetter and wetter with every orgasm that rushed through your body. At some point you realized that the wetness was their come leaking out of you, both men showing no signs of easing up anytime soon.

You couldn't be certain how many times any of you came, riding out high after high, changing positions, coming in and on each other as you lost yourselves in the pleasure, desperate to keep the burning pain away.

At some point though the effects of the pollen had worn off and the three of you collapsed together, sticky and sweet and warm. Time had returned though sense was still absent.

You and Cody had each curled around Obi-Wan, legs tangled together and arms entwined. Eventually you each slipped into a heavy slumber, shared murmurs of thanks fading away as your eyelids drooped.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Slowly you began to rouse, feeling the heat of the sun beginning to sear your skin, quickly coming to your senses when a high pitched shriek jolted you all awake.

You startled to find Captain Rex doubled over in laughter as Anakin threw his cloak over the pile of limbs you were wrapped in, head turned away and paler than you could ever recall seeing him.

"Anakin, aren't you supposed to be on Naboo?" Obi-Wan questioned, slowly sitting up. He was blinking in the sun, memories slowly returning as you and Cody unwrapped yourselves from around him.

"I was until the Council told me they never heard your team check in. They sent me here and I find this," he gestured dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned away.

"Like I needed another reason to hate sand."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Endersleep

AU that’s basically a bunch of headcanons about endermen ft. Edward the Enderman and Lethe (Ranboo) :D

Endermen do not give birth, like piglins, humans, and other mammals do. Endermen do not lay eggs, like sirens, avians, reptiles, birds, dragons, and fish do. In fact, their method of reproduction is more akin to that of spores. Everywhere an enderman goes, particles are left behind, little bits of ender that fade but never quite dissolve. Those little particles are replaceable, insignificant, until they find enough of themselves that they can remember what it feels like to be ender.

It is nigh impossible to find infant or adolescent enderman anywhere, even in the End, where they are the only creatures other than the nearly extinct enderdragons (see: The Enderdragon, A Summary) and face no natural predators. At first, it was assumed that endermen were at risk of extinction, but studies showed no significant changes in population. One dedicated researcher by the name of Rhianna James, however, spent her life with these cryptic creatures, eventually learning the answer to this perplexing question.

As James discovered, most endermen spawn fully grown. It is only very rarely that there are enough particles to spawn an enderman but not enough to make an adult mind. That is why, when an enderman finds an enderling, it will adopt it into its haunting, and all members of the haunting take on the role of a caretaker. You will never find a more protected child than that of an enderman.

Edward’s haunting is gone. Edward has been wandering for many years now, and as the grief that accompanied the loss turned to nostalgia, they’ve regained their old vigor for life. Now they see sights worth seeing, places worth being, people worth meeting; now they search for others to spend their nights with.

It has been far too long since they’ve sung the Old Songs properly.

Travel is dangerous, Edward has come to know very well. Others, non-endermen, often meet Edward with a sword in hand, either in defense or in greed. Edward themself has learned that connecting gazes is not a threat to non-endermen, but they have yet to be able to control their instinct to retaliate in anger.

The weather is also dangerous. Being caught in the rain is painful, and the only escape is to teleport to one of the other dimensions. Snow is beautiful, but when it melts it hurts just as bad.

It has just stopped raining when Edward hears a call that is painfully familiar but distinctly off. It’s the cry of a wounded enderman, but the sounds are higher-pitched and slurred. They don’t register that, though; they are far too preoccupied with searching for its origin, ears flared outward as they listen intently for the next call.

They find a small, precious thing, under the dripping leaves of the forest. They have to ignore the sharp sound of the sizzling of their own skin with every drop that hits them, and it is worth it, because of all the endermen to be blessed with an enderling, Edward never thought that they would be one of them.

Their enderling is a little strange. They are split down the middle, one half of them the proper coloring, with the bright green eyes that they have been told all enderlings have for many years, while the other half is white and its eye red. But Edward does not care. They are theirs, and they will protect them with their life.

As we know, endermen, when stressed, become aggravated; however, what James discovered is that they go into a catatonic state once the perceived threat is gone. This state is called endersleep, a term coined by James herself, and it can last from anywhere between a few minutes to decades. In fact, an enderman might never wake up from endersleep, and yet it can still live out its entire expected lifespan. Its haunting will feed it, nourish it, and carry it with them either until its death or its awakening.

James wrote that she had only twice seen an enderman in endersleep. “It was sudden[....] One moment [the enderman] was screaming, and the next, [it] had collapsed. I thought [it] had passed out,” she wrote in one of her earlier entries. In a later entry, she said, “The haunting showed me their fourth member, that they had been carrying with them for some time now. I had wondered about this, with no hypothesis in my thoughts and only bafflement[....] [To] my surprise, I found that [it] was not actually dead, but breathing very slowly as though in a deep slumber.” Then, much later, “[The enderman] woke from endersleep today. I had assumed that [it] would never wake up again[...] now I realize that this is a common occurrence.”

While their enderling rests, Edward carries them away from the forest and the remnants of rain. They are badly injured, splotches of burning skin still sizzling even now, and the humming of their pearl is weak and broken. Edward hurries, a line of particles left to fade in their wake. They cannot let their enderling die yet.

They trill comforts to their enderling, who has grown too weak to do anything but chirp when the pain grows too much. Even with a dying star pressed to their chest, Edward cannot feel upset. The fact that they held one at all will be enough for them, if Lady Death takes them into her own arms.

They move past trees and stones and hills, ignoring the hiss of a creeper and the whistle of an arrow, because such things do not touch them. They keep moving even as the sky begins to lighten and the hills grow taller and the air grows clearer. Their pearl aches, but Edward does not falter. Their enderling has stopped chirping, has stopped moving entirely; so they must move for them, must sing part of a song they don’t know if they’ll ever truly hear again.

They are cold.

Endersleep could be compared to hibernation, if it weren’t for the fact that for endermen, cold is nothing to be worried about. When an enderman is too warm, it grows drowsy and confused, but when an enderman is cold, its pearl is free, and the colder it gets the more energy it has, until of course it is too cold to move. This is one reason why endermen are nocturnal: to avoid the heat of the sun.

Edward does not slow when they see high stone walls towering over them. They teleport to the other side of them, into the quiet of a city, and they do not quiet their song to match.

They are looking for one of the non-endermen, someone who has a potion of healing.

Of course, another reason why endermen are nocturnal is the End, their original habitat. The End is a dimension filled with clusters of endstone islands, floating in the ever-black void. There is not much natural light there.

The city is filled with lights, flames flickering in iron cages hung over every door and at every street corner. It starts to meld together in Edward’s eyes, blurs of orange and yellow smudged with shades of grey and blue.

There. They come to a halt, shaking the fuzziness out of their vision, and only take one look at the potion bottles in the overworld building before they enter in a silent explosion of purple.

They can still hear the humming of their enderling’s pearl, soft and weak next to their own loud humming, and it makes them slowly walk around the shop. They regret that they do not know how to read Overscript very well. It takes precious time to make out the characters, and longer to stitch them together to form something understandable.

Harm. Stre. Fir. They don’t look past the first few letters, knowing enough to remember that Healing starts with none of them. Rej. Po.

Heal.

Edward knocks the bottle from the shelf with one sweep of their tail, and it shatters on the floor with a sound that seems to cut into their skull. They do not flinch. They find a scrap of cloth, and they drape it over the puddle of potion and glass, so that the liquid seeps in and the glass stays behind.

They leave, rubbing the dripping cloth on their enderling’s shoulders, and behind them a livid alchemist bursts into the room with curses on his tongue and a gleaming sword in his hand.

It’s hard to say whether James’ research is reliable, though. She dealt with delusions for many years before the end of her life, and there are journals filled cover to cover in nothing but nonsensical scribbling and occasional letters, evidence of one of her more questionable projects. She thought that endermen had their own language, going so far as to claim that they had books and even enchantments, and for the rest of her life she tried to convince everyone she met that endermen were players, not mobs.

#it's not mentioned but ranboo's name is Lethe in this AU #enderman #ranboo #c!ranboo #edward the enderman #headcanon #short fic #my writing #dsmp #dsmp writing #dsmp fanfic #ranboo fanfic

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vanderlindemorgans · 3 years

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Cross My Heart (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Rating: Explicit/18+

Summary: A traitorous Agent Whiskey returns to the United States on the run. Being cast out by Statesman, he soon finds that you're the only person he can turn to - the embittered former flame from years long passed

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Eventual smut, some references to alcoholism and drug use. Reader is in her late twenties but there is an age gap between her and Whiskey. Chapter specific warnings include some graphic descriptions of blood and injuries and some alcohol consumption. Also I know nothing about Texas or horses.

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To say things hadn’t gone to plan would be a dramatic understatement. In his case, however, the results of his arrival in Cambodia had proved even more disastrous than he could have ever imagined. Though really, if he’d have stopped to think about it for even just a second, he would have seen that his plan was doomed to fail from the beginning.

Stalking through the busy streets of Dallas, Jack tried his best to keep as low of a profile as possible - you never knew who could be wandering the city searching for him, and after the stunt he pulled with Eggsy and Harry it could almost be guaranteed that he had some sort of warrant on his head. It was probably foolish of him to even come back to the United States in the first place, but really, where else did he have to go?

He didn’t entirely know where he was going now either. He couldn’t return home, as it would most likely be swarming with Statesman agents and the like hunting for him. He was almost certainly cast out of Statesman for his actions by now, so any former friends he could usually turn to in situations like this would be of no help at this point, considering everything that happened. For once in his life, Jack was well and truly alone. The acknowledgement of that fact itself did nothing to alleviate his anxieties, only doing more to further the ever growing void in his stomach. His eyes darted between the various passersby, none of them taking a single notice of him to his relief. He’d have expected to draw more attention to himself, in fact when he stopped to take a gander at his reflection in one of the shop windows he passed by he was almost stumped as to how he had managed to keep under the radar so well - you couldn’t much see it with the way he kept his head down, but upon closer inspection one could easily spot the large nasty gash of blood split across the side of his cheek, complimenting several different bruises that were forming underneath. His clothes were either torn from navigating through the thicket of the Cambodian jungle or scuffed from his confrontation with the two Kingsman agents. The only part of him that was still in almost perfect condition was his damned hat, surprisingly enough. In the most blatant use of the term, he looked like an absolute wreck. If he weren’t on edge from the constant vigilance of potentially running into one of his former colleagues, he might’ve laughed at himself over it.

Escaping from Eggsy and Harry had been the easy part - they’d left him tied up with his own lasso off to the side, but in all the confusion and spate of heroics in trying to distribute the antidote, they had neglected to keep any sort of watch on him. From there on, all it took was the simple slice of a knife he had hidden away in his back pocket and just like that, he’d slipped away into the shadows, running for his life through the thick and sweltering heat of the jungle. He’d wanted to retreat back to the plane he’d used to travel there in the first place but upon realising that Statesman could use radar to track him, he instead was forced to navigate himself to a nearby airfield used for moving cargo. After that it was just a matter of stowing away on one of the planes to ensure his arrival back in America, touching down in Dallas of all places. Jack was fully aware that he was lucky to have his life - if things had gone differently he’d have ended up with a bullet in his head or something much worse. For that much at least he was somewhat grateful for. Somewhat.

Almost as if by instinct, he drifted towards a bar in the downtown area of the city, stumbling in and being assaulted by the smoke-scented air that greeted him the moment he opened the door. It was by no means a classy place, yet he didn’t much care in that moment. Any place was better than aimlessly wandering the streets like a stray mutt. Striding through the crowds of patrons ranging from tipsy to drunk, he came up towards the bar and pulled a couple of notes from the inside of his jacket pocket. “A glass of whiskey, if ya will” he requested, sliding the notes over to the disinterested bartender on the other side of the counter. Some part of him felt stupid for ordering the drink of his agent namesake, but some side of him felt like reminiscing on old times a bit. In light of him going rogue, they’d most likely be passing on that codename to another agent. Probably to Ginger most likely. He caught himself sneering at the thought of her, a deep burning sense of hate starting to fester in him. He never did like her much.

Taking the glass of whiskey in his hand, he let the warm rush of liquid seep down his throat, feeling consumed by the blazing burn it left on his tongue. So this was how it all ended for him: hiding out in a dingy dive bar, drinking himself to death while he waited for the inevitable. His mind ran over all of his options from there on, running down the short list in less than a minute tops. He had no job, no friends, nowhere to run to, no-one to turn to.

Unless…

Jack’s mind began to nag on something, a faint memory from years long since passed starting to resurface, the face of someone he hadn’t thought of in what felt like forever creeping into his thoughts gradually. He was in Dallas, right? An idea began to form in his head, recalling days spent during the summer out on a ranch north of the city, of your warm smile and intoxicating eyes that one could get lost in. Waving over the bartender, he pondered on his idea further. Would you even want to see him after all this time? He remembered the way things ended between the both of you, the bitterness and bad blood that most likely still lingered.

It was possibly an idiotic idea to begin with. Hell, you might not even be in Dallas anymore: the last time the two of you spoke was at least a good seven years. But it was the only option he had left. Throwing his head back and downing the last remnants of whiskey in his glass, he threw down a couple of extra notes for the bartender on the counter and sauntered off, fully sure of his next course of action. Like it or not, you were his best chance he had of survival. He just hoped that you didn’t hate him too much to turn him away after everything that he put you through.

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Wiping a line of sweat from your brow, you found yourself cursing the suffocating summer heat. After living there for so many years you thought you’d be used to it but every June through to August the intensity of the blistering sun always managed to take you by surprise. If only you could simply relax a little, lounge by the pool sipping on cognac and smelling of lilacs, without a single care in the world. Instead, you were out in the sun, tending to each of the horses that your ranch housed. You ran a horse riding ranch only a couple of hours outside Dallas, tucked away in the deep necks of the Texan countryside. It was originally your parents business, and you’d practically lived there your whole life. It wasn’t your original plan to take over the family business, some part of you angling for something more than life as a simple ranch hand but when both of them tragically passed only a few years before, you felt you owed it to them in a way to take up the mantle to keep things running as smoothly as possible. Some things didn’t take much adjustment in a way - you’d already known the procedure for cleaning the stables and tending to the horses like the back of your hand, and the inheritance money left behind had made it easier to pack everything up out of your small city apartment to move back home on such short notice. The thing that did take some getting used to was their absence. Stepping back into their well loved home, seeing the photos still hanging on the walls, the folded pages of the books your mother kept on her bedside that would never be opened again, the places where they should be but simply weren’t - that wrecked you more than anything you could ever imagine.

At first you didn’t even sleep inside the house - it was just too painful to see them everywhere around you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to remove the cheerful family photos from the walls, even if it was only for a little while. The first two months back home were spent in the backseat of your car, curled up with a blanket that you’d managed to drag out from the house. You tried to carry on with business as usual but everything felt bleak around you. Some part of you wanted to blame someone, anyone for what happened. Sometimes you’d felt tempted to blame yourself in some way. Eventually, things did become easier. The emotional weight started to lift, and you were able to get through the day without having to take five to pull yourself together. Nothing was the same as before, but the flow of your life started to settle and become something resembling normal again. And that, in your opinion, was probably the best way it could have turned out.

Doing a onceover the stables to check everything was in its correct place, you pulled the large doors closed and surveyed the landscape around you, taking in the stunning visual of the sun beginning to dip below the skyline, mellowing out into a lively and beautiful sunset. With the front gates locked and everything with the horses all taken care of, you trudged back up to the house at the centre of the property, your mind drifting to the glass of liquor you intended to pour yourself the minute you got inside. It had been a long day, full of tiresome frustrations and irritations. Being in the middle of July, your ranch saw frequent visitors, including kids who were out of school and being taken out of the city on a sort of day trip by their parents. That day in particular had involved a birthday party for some kid, and you’d been out there giving riding lessons to the whole group of them.

Usually lessons were conducted by one of your other employees but in cases of events you tended to take on more tasks yourself. To be perfectly blunt about it, the day had gone horribly. Surprisingly enough, the kids were fine, no, the real piece of work was the birthday boy's mother. She’d insisted on trying to take control of every single aspect of the event and was overly critical of every little thing you did, and was an all round exhausting person to deal with. When the party was finally over and everyone had packed up and left, you remembered breathing a huge sigh of relief and thinking “thank fuck, she’s gone”.

Twisting open the front door to your house, you tossed your keys off to the side and immediately set off in search of something to drink. Grazing your fingertips along the refined wooden edges of your liquor cabinet, you pulled on the handles and reached your hand in to select a bottle. What you really wanted was something strong to take off that stressful edge of the day behind you. You felt your eyes settle on a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey stuffed towards the back and couldn’t help but smirk to yourself, a vague memory teetering on the precipice of your mind. Shaking the thought away, you instead choose a bottle of bourbon, placing it on top of the cabinet as you reach for one of the empty glasses stored inside. As you poured a glass for yourself, you felt your mind get lost in a haze, wandering between the events of the past few hours and what you’d planned to do with the rest of your night, and, admittedly something you were ashamed to say, a lingering thought to do with that bottle of whiskey you’d passed on over before. Fucking Jack Daniels, I swear to god…

Your body might as well have been on autopilot then, as you didn’t take any conscious note of anything other than the burn of liquor on your lips. If you hadn’t been so distracted you might have noticed it earlier - the distant sound of footsteps coming closer up the driveway to your house, the sounds turning into thuds the nearer they got. Too lost in your thoughts and too tired from the nightmarish day you endured, you were only pulled from the depths of memory by a loud bang on the front door. Furrowing your brow, you shot a confused and worried glance over to the front of the house, already beginning to feel alerted and wary. Who the hell could that be at this hour?

There was another bang on the door, this one more insistent than the last, and you felt yourself jump at the suddenness of it. Would it even be safe to go answer it? For a minute, you contemplated the idea of ignoring it and pretending you weren’t home, however once you realised whoever was outside could most likely see the lights on from the windows you dismissed that idea with disappointment. You’d have to go answer it, you knew that, but something didn’t feel right to you. Cautiously rising up out of your seat, you took a small step towards the entryway of the house, and through the fear managed to call out “Who’s there?”.

Taking another moment to contemplate whether or not it would be worth fetching a gun for this, you heard the voice of the person on the other side answer back, a voice that had you freeze in a mixture of shock and disbelief the instant you heard it. “Darlin'? It’s...it’s Jack, could you…”.

You didn’t even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you had bolted to the door, hastily unlocking the deadbolt and ripping it open to reveal him standing before you. Something in your heart stopped the second you saw him - he was the one person who you never, ever, in a million years ever expected to see again, much less on your front doorstep. You drank in his appearance, the first thing your eyes being drawn to was the large bloody slash across his cheek. His eyes were looking down at you pleadingly, a look you weren’t used to seeing on him. From when you’d known him he’d always looked so confident, so self-assured and pulled together, so to see him so browbeaten and, dare you say, defeated, unnerved you in a way. You could feel your mouth hanging open slightly, the words being there but your mouth being unable to form them, your eyes only fixated on his own dark and vanquished gaze as your mind raced a million miles a minute. There was so much you wanted to say, to ask, yet the only thing you were capable of verbalising in your shock was the one question that pushed itself to the forefront of your mind.

“Jesus fuck, Jack, what the hell happened to you?”.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #kingsman #kingsman: the golden circle #kingsman fanfiction #yes i write reader insert fic now what about it

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I don't know if you are taking asks anymore, so if you are not you can ignore this or put it to the very end of your list. But I was hoping you could write something angsty for coops but with a happy ending. Maybe one of them is having a bad mental health day? I've been struggling so I'd really like to read something sad but also comforting. Thank you so much!

Lovely anon, I hope you are doing better <3 It’s been a few days since this ask came in (sorry) but it was really cathartic to write and I hope it is a good balance of sad and comforting. I combined it with two similar asks, which are listed below:

Coops/ SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Prompt 26: “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just…really tired.”

Prompt 30: “You’re not okay.”

“Sirius. Sirius.”

He blinked and shook his head, clearly trying to come back to reality. “What?”

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’re scowling.”

“I’m fine.” The resignation and frustrated confusion in his voice worried Remus. He almost sounded like when he got heatstroke, just…different. Angry.

“Are you ready to head out?”

“I’m going to tap a puck around for a bit, I think.”

Remus frowned. That superstition only came out after bad games, when Sirius’ pent-up energy twisted around and burrowed into him rather than overflowing in tangible waves that boosted everyone around them. A remnant of years spent blaming himself for not being the absolute best, Remus supposed. “You don’t want to do that at home?”

“Not really,” Sirius said harshly. Not shouting, not snapping—harsh. Harsh in a way he never was with Remus. Talker, the only other person left in the locker room, picked up his bag and left silently with a final glance between them.

“Talk to me, baby,” Remus tried again, softening his voice. Making Sirius feel pressured was the worst way to go about this.

As expected, the frown slipped slightly. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just…really tired.”

“Okay. Ten minutes?”

Sirius sighed and scrubbed his hand through his hair without looking up. His skates were still laced up tight. “Ten minutes.”

Twenty minutes later, they were on the road heading home. The car was uncomfortably quiet, as if they were both waiting to say something, but Remus refrained from making any comments until Sirius opened up. Poking and prodding was never a productive method, and he was exhausted from the game, which had been far too close for a team like the Ravens.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Good.”

“I think I just need some food.”

“And sleep.”

“And sleep,” Sirius added as an afterthought. “You’re quiet tonight.”

“I’m always quiet,” Remus said with a light laugh.

“Not around me, you’re not.” A smile tugged at the edges of Sirius’ lips when he glanced over, then faded into the troubled darkness from the locker room. Few members of the team had swung by for fist bumps or postgame chatter with him once the interviews were done; any reporters who approached were met with a cold stare.

“I was thinking about asking Reg to come over for Christmas, too.” Remus looked back out the passenger window. “Jules misses him and it’s been a while since we all had dinner together.”

“D’accord.”

“We might need to convince Dumo to let him go, but—”

“I said that sounds fine,” Sirius huffed, turning onto the road that led to their house.

Remus looked at him, eyebrows raised. “I know. I heard you. I figured I’d ask for your opinion on getting him to come over, considering he’s your brother, but if you really don’t care then I’ll just call in the morning.”

“That works.” The engine turned off and Remus locked the doors. Sirius unlocked them, only for Remus to click his key again.

“What happened? You’re not okay.”

Sirius blew out a long breath and let his head fall back for a moment. “I told you, I’m just tired.”

“You get cuddly or grumbly when you’re tired. You shut down when you’re upset. What did the reporters say?”

“Can I at least take a shower before you start interrogating me?”

Ouch. Okay. Remus tucked his key into his pocket and grabbed his duffel from the backseat. “Go for it. I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re ready to talk.”

It felt weird entering the house alone after winning a game. Sure, it had been close, but they still won and Sirius generally went into Hockey Obsession Mode after skin-of-their-teeth victories. The last time Remus had seen him like this was when a rude reporter asked whether he had spoken to his parents since the All-Stars and Sirius silenced him with a thunderstorm glare.

The pasta he reheated tasted like sawdust, but it cleared his head a bit and stopped the growling in his stomach. Sirius was still in the shower when he went upstairs; leaning against the tile while steam practically suffocates him, I bet, he thought as he changed into his softest pajama pants and tossed his postgame clothes into the hamper.

Sirius looked everywhere but at him when he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and began digging through the dresser. “Your sweatpants are over here,” Remus reminded him. He didn’t respond. “Ignoring me is a dick move. I know you’re upset but that’s not cool.”

His broad shoulders slumped and he paused his search. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. What are you looking for?”

“Manches longues.” With a low hum, Sirius pulled on his most beat-up long sleeve shirt and slipped into bed, then immediately turned on his side, facing away from Remus. “Bonne nuit, mon amour.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Very sure.”

Remus settled onto his side as well and, after a moment’s hesitation, reached out and touched the back of Sirius’ shoulder. He flinched slightly. “Sirius.”

“Don’t say my name like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like—” He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling with an angry huff, waving one hand around. “Like it’s so soft. It’s not. I’m not.”

“You are.”

“No, I’m not.” The corners of his eye glimmered in the low light of the full moon.

Remus shifted closer, just enough that he could feel the heat radiating from his skin. “Yes, you are. With Harry, with the team, with me. You’re allowed to be soft, honey.”

“I don’t want to be,” Sirius said angrily.

“I think you do.”

“I hate it when I feel like this.” His voice broke and he inhaled shakily. Remus hummed his agreement, resting one hand a few inches from Sirius’. “All those reporters—they think I’m like that all the time. That I’m aggressive and untouchable and perfect, even off the ice.”

“But you’re not.”

“But I’m not. I’m not, and I don’t want to be, but I don’t want to let them down.”

“The reporters don’t matter.”

Sirius shook his head as the first tear slid down his cheek, toward his ear. “I don’t give a shit about them. I don’t want to let the fans down. It would be so much easier if I could be the captain all the time, but I can’t. They ask about the youngest captain and I always forget that it’s me. They ask about Regulus and I have to remember if they know he spent last week snarking at me about vacuuming or if they think we still fight. They ask about you and—and I’m tired of it. I love you, but sometimes I just want to talk about hockey. I play hockey and I have a life that is separate, but they don’t seem to understand that.”

Remus brushed away the tear tracks with his thumb and Sirius closed his eyes, tangling their hands together. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry you feel like that,” he rephrased. “It’s a lot of pressure for one person.”

Sirius half-smiled. “You make it better.”

“Can I hold you?”

His smile wobbled. “Please do.”

Remus wrapped one arm around his waist and drew him close against his chest, threading his other hand through his hair as he placed gentle kisses to the top of his head. He had washed his hair in the shower—the minty scent was calming, and the slowly-drying curls were soft. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time,” he murmured. Sirius’ palms pressed into his bare back. “You can just be you and that’s more than enough. If they don’t see that, it’s their problem.”

Sirius hooked their ankles together and pulled the blankets up over their shoulders with a trembling sigh. They fell asleep soon after, lulled by two hearts beating in tandem.

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jhoudiey · 3 years

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Did something cute for Floyd's first father's day with Mido! 🥺🥺🥺 Chaos fam owns my whole frickin life. No warnings 1700 words

Floyds hands searched the cold sheets where he’d normally find his wife and daughter sleeping and let out a groan. It was father’s day and they’d left without even waking him up to say good morning. He rolled in bed pouting hoping they would come back, but after half an hour decided to go look for them himself. He didn’t want to spend the day alone, that wouldn’t be any fun at all. He picked a tshirt off the floor and smelled it, he’d only worn it a few times so it was perfectly fine to wear again, the stains on the front barely visible.

The door creaked loudly as he opened it, startling one of the castle staff as he cleaned.

“Good morning Leech-san” he nodded, continuing to dust the ornate frames that adorned the walls.

“Do you know where Yoru and Mido went?”

The man shook his head with an apology, bowing slightly before moving along down the corridor. A grin crept across Floyd’s face, maybe they’d disappeared to set up a game of hide and seek. He had always liked to chase them. Floyd laughed and took off running down the hall towards the library. Yoru was fond of books, back at NRC he’d found her hidey hole on top of the shelves and crashed her study sessions often. She was probably teaching Mido the best way to hide amongst the stacks. When he arrived it was silent, as a library normally was. He spied the boring bunny girl from Yoru’s old school at one of the tables and ignored her. Mido wasn’t capable of staying quiet this long, they weren’t here. He tore off down the hallway again, the library door closing quietly on it’s hushed frame.

“Aha!” He shouted, throwing open the door to the aviary, frightened birds flying from their perches indignantly. No Yoru or Mido here either, if they were surely Mido would have cheered at the flight of so many birds at once. He stopped for a moment in the doorway as the birds slowly returned to their places, grinning once more. He knew where they’d be.

Floyd heard them before he saw them as he crept quietly down the hallway to the kitchen.

“Hey Mido-chan, do you think your papa will want some of these?” a dry shake of some sort of ingredient rattled in it’s container.

“YAAAAAAA!!!!” a wet slapping sound and a giggle.

Yoru was facing away from him as he tiptoed into the kitchen behind her, Midori sitting on the counter, the bowl of what he assumed was breakfast in front of her as she slapped her tiny hands into it, laughing when it oozed over her tiny webbed fingers. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and though he pressed his finger to his lips to ask her to keep his presence a secret she threw her hands in the air and shouted

“PAPA!!!!” before he could get into scaring range. Yoru turned to him with a smile, spatula in hand. She was wearing the tacky ‘kiss the cook’ apron Lilia had gotten her for Christmas and he was happy to oblige. He wrapped his arms around his wife and leaned on her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“Ne Yoru, I thought you went somewhere without me” he pouted, watching Midori slap the batter as hard as she could manage before plunging her arms in as deep as they would go. Yoru shook her head

“We wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but these are harder to make than I thought”

Floyd looked at the counter top in front of them. Yoru had a recipe book open, the words “Pyroxene’s Pancake Perfection!” blazing across the top of the page. He scanned the ingredients list… nothing weird here that would be difficult… then looked at the counter. The regular ingredients were present, however Yoru, for whatever reason had decided to add to the recipe, despite never having successfully cooked anything without instruction. She was nearly as bad as Lilia without supervision.

“...Yoru...did you put the whole egg in?” he asked, noticing the white flakes floating around Midori’s fingers

“Hmmm? Yea. Mido liked the crunch and how the yolk came out so I put a few in there”

“...A few?” He dropped his head beside hers to stare into her face as he teased her. “How many is a few?”

Yoru stuck her tongue out at him and placed another in the bowl in front of Midori, now screeching at the top of her lungs in excitement.

“CRUMSH! CRUMSH! CRUMSH!” Midori shouted as she crushed the egg into runny batter.

“Ahahhaha these are going to be reaaaally~ gross” Floyd chuckled, dipping a finger into the bowl. “Here, try it!” He smeared his hand across Yoru’s face with a laugh as she laughed and struggled to get free of his embrace.

“Ooops sorry, missed your mouth, lemme try again” Floyd reached his whole hand into the bowl as Midori cheered and tried to feed Yoru a handful of the eggy batter. To his delight, some of it actually made it into her mouth, but she bit his hand so most of it slopped down her apron.

“Oh hey! We made this for you…” Yoru struggled against Floyd, he gripped her wrists as she struggled to get handfuls of the batter to pay back the favour “You should eat it too!”

“Nah I don’t wanna, I told you they look like they’ll be gross”

“PAPA! YUMMY!” Midori laughed, pancake batter dripping from her mouth as she patted his hands with hers. She tried to stand but was unsteady on her little bird feet, the edge of the bowl wobbling as she tried to use it for balance.

“Mido-chan~ don’t eat that kay?!” He let go of Yoru’s struggling hands and reached for her as she toppled face first into the bowl. “Hey Mido-chan, you okay?!” He pulled Midori out of the mixture, the smile on her face nearly reaching her ears.

“WET! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” She reached for Floyd and he hugged her against the side of his face, Midori finally dealing the pancake mixture deathblow Yoru hadn’t been able to manage. She was drenched in it. It dripped off of her all over his face and hair, dripping down passed them both and landing on Yoru. The kitchen staff found the three of them laughing hysterically locked in an embrace, scooping whatever they could from the nearly empty bowl onto each other's heads.

“Leech-san. Crowley-san. Midori-chan. We need to prepare for lunch now… would you please relocate your…” They looked in horror at the mess they had made of the kitchen “...whatever this is somewhere else. We’ll handle the cleaning, please just leave us to it”

“WADDEBER! WADDEBER!” Midori shouted, squeezing Floyds cheeks to have him make faces at the staff

“Aha! ...You know.. Waddeber kinda sounds like water…. LET'S GO SWIMMING! COME ON!” He pulled away from Yoru and grabbed her wrist, cradling Midori to his chest as he ran out of the kitchen, dragging Yoru behind them cackling like a madman. He ran them to the lake, only letting go of Yoru’s hand when he ran to the edge of the dock and jumped, Midori still safely wrapped in his arms. Their laughter was cut off when they sunk below the surface of the water. Yoru sighed and carefully climbed down the ladder at the dock, she didn’t want to get her wings too wet otherwise they’d be damp for hours. She was one rung away from the surface when Floyd rose from the depths below her and pulled her in completely.

“WADDER WADDER!” Midori shouted as she swam in circles around them. She’d been swimming ever since she was born and loved it. Floyd reached his hand out and caught her to wipe the remnants of their breakfast out of her hair. Yoru did the same for Floyd as he looked after their daughter. When Midori was finally pancake-batter-that-was-mostly-egg free, Floyd turned to Yoru and helped her wash the sludge out of her hair.

“Wow Yoru, you’re really bad at eating, you got it everywhere!” She glared at him but had to suppress her grin as he scrubbed at the stubborn egg.

“MAMAAAAAAAAAAAA” Midori shouted as she zoomed towards the pair of them, hands full of seaweed. “LOOK BREADFIST!” She placed the tendrils gently into Yoru and Floyds hands as they offered them and dived back into the lake to get more.

“Oh. I guess we didn’t actually eat did we?”

“Nope, oh! There’s that restaurant on main street that said they had special waffles today! We should go! I’ll get Mido!” Floyd dived under the water, surfacing seconds later with his laughing daughter on his shoulders. She had somehow dug up a clam and was trying to pry it open on his head.

“Come on Mido-chan! Let’s go get waffles! Hold on tight!” She cheered and threw the clam back into the water with a splash, tightly wrapping her arms around his forehead to secure herself. He waited for Yoru to climb up the ladder before following behind to begin the walk to the village. They arrived at the restaurant shortly after it opened before a line had managed to form. The staff stared wide-eyed at the three of them, laughing and sopping wet, dripping water all over the ornate carpet.

“Table for three, please”

***

Later that evening Floyd found himself laying in bed, Midori fast asleep sprawled out across his chest.

“Hey Yoru?” He hummed quietly as she joined them in bed.

“Hmmm?” She cuddled against him with her head on his shoulder, her hand draped across his chest to hold onto Midori’s tiny hand.

“Today was really fun” Yoru looked up at him and smiled

“It was. I love you, Floyd. Happy Fathers Day” She kissed him softly and settled back into the crook of his arm. He sighed happily and wrapped his hand around her waist, the other hooked around Midori’s other hand. He gazed down at his family affectionately, knowing he held the entire world in his arms.

#twst oc #yoru Crowley #floyd Leech #Midori Leech #chaos fam #twisted Wonderland OC #twst #twisted wonderland #dumb and Dumber

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petri808 · 3 years

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Bakudeku canon divergent, vampire quirk AU

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24

Talking with the authorities would have given Bakugou some information, at least on where they’ve already searched or who they may have spoken to. But he didn’t want to risk being held there under their watch. So, the only thing he could think of was to start at the beginning, at the last place Midoriya was seen. Maybe there could be a clue, a direction, or something that would point him towards the next step. It was a long shot for sure considering if his friend wanted to travel far, he could use his quirk to boost himself greater distances. Hopefully not!

The battle had taken place near the border of Fukui and Ishikawa prefectures. They’d tracked All for One to a hideout in the forests surrounding Lake Manahime-ko, presumably because of the dense trees and sparse communities of the area so he could regroup. It was a pro-only mission that Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki were brought in for, but in the ensuing last stand, All for One slipped away while the pro heroes were busy dealing with the remnants of villains still loyal to the League. Seeing this happening, the trio of students had taken off after him.

From the outskirts of the forest, it’s dense pines served well to hide the battle that had raged only a month ago. But using his quirk to take him above the tree line, Bakugou was able to see the hole in the canopy that was blasted apart by their explosions along with a slight trail because of the Nomu skirmishes. As his eyes tracked it for a moment, flashbacks of the fight ran through his analytical mind, but ultimately, his focus circled back to the final destination. He landed in the newly created clearing and took a moment to scan the area for any obvious clues… that didn’t exist.

As Bakugou stood in the spot where All for One had fallen. He sat down on the ground running his hands over the few areas that were still marked by their fight. Some rutted dirt, charcoal singe marks that were starting to fade, dozens of broken trees and mangled brush surrounded him, in fact the depressed area he sat in was levelled by the battle. The scorched crater, approximately two meters deep looked like a small meteor had created it. A month in the open elements had washed away much of their action but there were enough traces of it, like the darkened, burnt earth, to bring back all the memories. He closed his eyes and recalled the events like it was yesterday.

While chasing after AFO, a pair of Nomu’s that guarded All for One had broken off at the villain’s direction to attack the students. So, a tactical decision was made, Midoriya continued after the villain while the other two dealt with the Nomu’s. ‘Those bastards were tough…’ Bakugou sighed. They were probably the most advanced Nomu’s under AFO’s control. But the longer they were fighting the creatures, the more distant Midoriya’s blast sounded, the more worried he became at leaving their friend on his own. “Hurry the fuck up icy hot!” He had screamed at his fighting partner. An unusual panic was building in the blonde’s veins as he unleashed his fury on the creatures. Once one Nomu was down but not dead, Bakugou barked at Todoroki to finish it while he took off in the direction Midoriya and All for One had gone. He was sure the fire and ice user could handle things, while his old friend was at a disadvantage. The OFA holder was strong… but history had proven he could become reckless without a certain person’s guiding hand.

Bakugou had blasted his way through the dense brush and tightly packed trees, searching for his friend. The sounds of explosions, splitting wood and occasional smoke guiding him on a path. It took a quarter mile to get to them and what he saw made his blood boil. Midoriya was covered in green lightning trying desperately to break out of All for One’s grip. Stupid idiot for getting caught! Bakugou sent a long range shot at the villain, throwing him off just enough for Midoriya to break away. The pair then teamed up and all hell broke loose.

It was tough. All for One doesn’t look as physically opposing as most villains but the man was a level above for sure. Over a hundred years of experience, coupled with a plethora of unknown stolen quirks at his disposal made both close range and long-range attacks difficult to determine or engage in. Speed was the one advantage the younger students had on their side, as well as an uncanny ability to coordinate their movements.

Blow after blow the pair threw everything, they had at All for One, but it was barely making a dent. Bakugou was growing frustrated and heated that his quirk was almost useless against this foe and even with OFA on his side, Midoriya was struggling. There was a damn good reason no one had been able to stop AFO before. He didn’t know how much time was passing by, maybe a lot, maybe it was mere minutes of heavy skirmishes. They were keeping up, but at that pace, soon enough their strength was going to give out.

Then the scene that haunted Katsuki’s dreams came blasting through and his fists tightened.

“Fuck! Why won’t this bastard die!” ‘So much blood… I can’t tell how bad our injuries are cause it’s everywhere… no time to catch a breath. This wasn’t the first time I’ve seen Deku in action, but he’s moving faster than I can register! Think, Katsuki, think! Fuck! Idiot! He’s getting sloppy! “Izuku!!!” I screamed and pushed him out of the way…’

Katsuki’s closed eyes tighten to the harsh flashback. Maybe he should have trusted Midoriya to dodge, but when he saw the blast, his body just moved on instinct and that’s when it happened. One wrong move on his part rocked him so badly that he’d been thrown against a tree, landing hard and almost immediately knocking him unconscious. At the same time, seeing him go down that way, Midoriya’s quirk exploded. Shit! Midoriya’s one trigger, and Katsuki had just set it off! His vision was starting to blur but in Bakugou’s mind it registered that his friend had spiked to 100% full power. Even though his friend had finally mastered that level it was still dangerous, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. And as his eyes closed, and mind faded into blackness, the last thing he saw was the brightest light being shot from both adversaries.

Bakugou opened his eyes again and let out a long exhale. That’s all he knew, all he remembered. His stupid mistake might have costed his friends life and that didn’t sit well with him, at, all. Using 100% alone could have killed Midoriya, let alone not knowing what kind of blast AFO had shot at the man. Though he knew that his friend hadn’t died right there, or he would have been found along with All for One. Clearly Midoriya had been able to move and get away.

So… “Where are you?” Bakugou whispered to the wind. Stupid dumb ass. If he’d been injured, he should have waited for help to arrive. “Making everyone worry you asshole!” He screamed and punched the ground. In his heart he knew that Midoriya wouldn’t just run away for no reason. There had to be one. What it could be he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. But if it was to die alone somewhere like some sick stray dog, he swore to holy hell he’d kill Midoriya’s corpse a second time!

He scanned the area, squinting through the suns glare at the tree line. If there had been a blood trail it would’ve washed away long ago and there didn’t appear to be any more broken foliage that wasn’t attributed to the battle. Bakugou got to his feet and groaned. So, this really was a dead end after all. Not surprising since the authorities probably went through the area with a fine-tooth comb and obviously nothing was found. Bakugou tilted his head up one last time with his eyes closed in thought and sighed… Of course, this wasn’t going to be easy… “But I’ll find you Deku…” A promise is a promise.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fan fiction #ktdk #katsudeku #bnha #bakugou katsuki #midoriya smut #canon divergent #angst #ch 3 #bloody passion #petri808

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humanwheatleyslefttoenail · 3 years

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Now I Am An Arsonist

Chapter 2: The Acrobat

Summary: GLaDOS learns a few things about love, hate, and the human condition.

Tags: Canon typical violence, ChellDOS, human!GLaDOS, found family

A/N: I know technically I published this a while back but I did some major edits to both the chapters I’ve already written and the story as a whole. As promised, I’m re-releasing what I already have with the edits/illustrations.

She’d awoken slowly, feeling the hard coils of a mattress underneath Her back and a stiff yellow jumpsuit enshrouding Her arms and legs. Long fall boots clung tightly to Her feet, uncomfortably squeezed into the rigid white plastic.

Gradually, She sat up on the neatly-made bed, a rough linen blanket still covering Her lower half. The chamber had been deliberately made to look like a hotel room, complete with a TV in the corner and a nightstand on the side. Something wasn’t right.

It was like living in a distant memory, a dream She’d had but not quite remembered.

A part of Her felt like this was normal, as if She’d woken up here every morning, but another urged Her to look for answers.

GLaDOS searched Her memory, not fully processing the world around Her, puzzled as to why Her thoughts had been slowed tenfold.

Looking down, She saw two pale human arms and two pale human hands. Feeling the top of Her head, She found a mess of dark brown hair which came down to Her shoulders.

No, this surely wasn’t right.

Only hours ago, only hours ago, She’d been in control of all of Aperture Science. She’d been invincible, the immortal, all-powerful GLaDOS and now…

Now, She was this.

What the hell is going on here?

There was seldom more awful than to be a human being, to live a short, painful life burdened equally by love and hate. Even on Her worst days, the most She could muster for human beings was a vague sense of pity.

Yet, here She was, more human than She had been in centuries.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Being Caroline, however brief, was not something She’d ever wished to return to. Emotions were completely incapacitating. There was something to be said for the victory of a test well done, of throwing Wheatley into space where the little moron belonged, of the relief when Chell woke up. But something like guilt? Something like fear? Real, genuine fear?

As a machine, She could destroy those feelings, suppress them until they were nothing at all. As a human, that task wasn’t so easy.

Sparks of happiness, moments of joy; none of them were worth the ordeal.

Even the anticipation of fear made GLaDOS’ chest pound, rapidly breathing in and out as She reflexively clung to the blanket. The last thing She needed was more complicated thoughts about Chell, more bittersweet memories of Cave, more useless sentiments to wring Her bitter heart dry.

In a very human moment of pure shock, GLaDOS screamed. It was an ugly cry of anger and surprise swirled together, resounding throughout the vault. The echoes echoed off the walls, and the once-powerful GLaDOS cowered with Her head in Her hands.

The potato was bad enough. The potato brought Her closer to Her own humanity than She’d ever wanted to acknowledge, but barely minutes in GLaDOS could tell that this would be infinitely worse. GLaDOS felt Herself shaking, barely even processing the fact that this hideous amalgamate of skin and bones was now Her body. Now She had hair, She had hands, She had fingers and She had lungs and She had a heartbeat.

She had a heartbeat. A thudding reminder of Her newfound vulnerability. A symbol of Her weakness.

GLaDOS did not particularly care to be weak.

Finally, She understood the meaning of organic in Organic Transplant Procedure. Could they have possibly made it any vaguer?

Whatever this was, whatever had happened, She had to figure it out. The potato battery, being fed to birds, and dying twice was apparently not enough to satisfy whatever gods lurked in Android Hell. She would spite them once again, return to Her body, and everything would be alright. It had been alright before, so why wouldn’t it be now? At least, this time, She didn’t have Chell and Wheatley working against Her. All She had was Herself and the facility.

GLaDOS took a deep breath, a sensation She had not felt for hundreds of years. The motion didn’t entirely calm Her nerves, but Her only option was to move forward. Staying here would do nothing to help. The faster She figured something out, the faster She could leave this awful body.

GLaDOS leaned one arm against the peeling wallpaper, trying to balance on Her boots. The heels on the shoes were suspended above the floor, supported by a spring. Shifting Her weight while wearing them, however, was an acquired skill. Gently lifting Her hand from the wall, arms out at Her side, She was stable.

Briefly.

Without warning, the boots gave way, and GLaDOS toppled onto the dusty carpet.

A dull pain filled Her legs, quickly fading as She clung to the wall and rose again slowly. If She wanted to go anywhere, She would have to try again.

She walked along the side of the wall and felt the way the heels bounced beneath Her, made specifically to take the impact of any fall. Cautiously, GLaDOS let go of the side of the room, miraculously still. She took a careful step forward, preparing for impact, only to see that She was steadier than expected. Still, each step was uneasy, tense and on the cusp of collapsing.

Walking around the perimeter of the bed, She peered at the little wooden nightstand. One of the drawers had already been pulled out, but the other remained tightly shut. Crouching down, GLaDOS wrenched the second drawer open, finding a small mirror clouded with age. Holding it close to Her face, She examined Her repulsive new features.

GLaDOS wondered if there was any particular reason why this body looked so similar to Caroline. Most likely, it was an odd coincidence, but She wouldn’t put it past Aperture to clone a body that looked exactly like her own. She appeared to be in Her late thirties, already sporting gray hairs and frown lines. Her eyes, weighed down by bags, were a dull metal gray.

Robots, unlike humans, were built specifically to look beautiful - gears moving in harmony, painted finish gleaming under the lights of the enrichment center. She was stunning in the way She alone could be, completely alien and yet striking to the eye.

Humans, on the other hand, were made only to survive. Nature didn’t particularly mind if its final product was an unsightly, hairless primate so long as it could handle the simple job of finding food. Some humans considered certain members of their own species more attractive than others, but GLaDOS found them all equally ugly. Humans, with all their variation, all looked the same when you’d seen enough of them.

GLaDOS’ real body was a physical manifestation of Her power; She didn’t care that it was pleasing to the eye so long as it conveyed a sense of authority. This new human body, with its small size, its blemishes and imperfections, conveyed the exact opposite. Other humans may have even described Her appearance with words like pretty, soft or even kindly.

The idea of being seen as anything but imposing was a nightmare.

For Her own sake, GLaDOS didn’t ruminate over Her first impressions any longer.

Part of the zipper on Her yellow jumpsuit was undone, revealing an implant attached to Her right collarbone. It appeared to be a small, bright yellow core, the source of Her being, woven into Her skin by a cluster of wires.

GLaDOS rezipped it, the yellow light still glowing brightly through the fabric.

Without a second thought, She placed the mirror back in the drawer and shut it closed, screening the room for an exit. In the front of the room was a wooden door with a rusty brass knob, waiting to be turned ajar. Without hesitation, She followed the path and twisted the handle, the door creaking open without any resistance.

As She entered the hall, GLaDOS was taken aback by the sheer number of chambers, suspended from above and hanging inches away from a more stable platform. Closing the door behind Her and jumping onto the catwalk, She couldn’t help but notice the sense of abandonment that filled the room. It had been centuries since the old Relaxation Center had been brought up to code, and previously there hadn’t been much reason to improve it.

Now GLaDOS wished She’d put in the effort.

The metal catwalk led directly to an old waiting room. Ladderback chairs sat around a central column in the middle, surrounded by coffee tables, a water dispenser and miscellaneous paintings. A flickering Aperture Science logo still shined in the dim gray room, gleaming a ghostly white. Near the back, a faded poster called for test subject applications, apparently endorsed by Cave Johnson himself.

Everywhere She looked, remnants of a dead man’s company made parodies of themselves, untouched for years.

Behind a front desk was a hallway filled with shadows, leading behind the room. With nowhere else to go, GLaDOS stepped into the dark, the light of Her core guiding Her through.

There wasn’t much to see, and for a while, the corridor ran along a single route.

GLaDOS had to come up with a plan.

Somewhere around here there had to be a control room, or at least a place where She could catch a lift back to the Enrichment Center. The thought crossed Her mind that She might have to pass through a testing track, one of Her own meticulously designed traps. It didn’t matter. She’d deal with it when She got to it.

The hallway was only becoming darker, and the little light on Her shoulder wasn’t nearly bright enough. As far as She could tell, there were no switches along the way. Any lighting was likely controlled by a power station a mile from here.

Something metallic banged against Her foot, and upon examination, GLaDOS discovered it was an empty can of beans. In front of Her, at least three more were lined up in a row. She sighed.

Of course Doug had been here. That man was as ingenious as he was stealthy, and had found his way through every nook and cranny at Aperture. Not even Chell had been able to access some of the places he had.

GLaDOS took it as a good sign. Wherever the path led, it meant someone had been able to survive it.

Surviving had never exactly been a consideration before. Even when Chell killed Her the first time, She had a feeling there was some kind of safeguard. Humans didn’t have a black box; when they were gone, they were gone. Nothing could bring back a dead human.

As a potato, GLaDOS had been forced to confront the idea that if Wheatley blew up the facility, that would really be the end. There had been a part of Her almost content that if it was, Chell would be by Her side. Whether it was a vengeful wish, or a side effect of companionship was still unknown.

Back then, though, She hadn’t really been in control. She’d relied on simple hope that Chell could stop Wheatley before it all went down, not contributing much besides the occasional bit of advice. Now GLaDOS was responsible for Her own fate, fully mobile and fully alone.

Maybe that was even scarier than standing still.

After all, She could rely on Chell. Relying on this new human body was another story altogether.

The question now was whether any light could be found in this hallway. GLaDOS uncomfortably dropped to her knees, feeling for anything besides the three cans. She grasped at something plastic with a switch on the side. A flashlight.

Turning it on, the hallway became completely visible. Immediately, GLaDOS was surprised by the sheer number of paintings that covered the white walls.

Portraits of Chell were splattered from floor to ceiling. Everywhere GLaDOS looked, a woman in an orange jumpsuit stared back at Her, shooting portals and knocking over turrets. Swirls of paint danced from one scene to another, blending each picture into the next. Words were haphazardly scrawled across, some of them poetic and others screaming pure nonsense. Whatever meaning they’d had was lost with Doug.

A common theme was the companion cube, and one particularly disturbing image replaced their iconic hearts with bleeding human eyes. There was a stark contrast between the idyllic, peaceful depictions of Chell sleeping and the scribbles of scientists running for their lives. GLaDOS could barely make out some of the more manic drawings, but those turned out to be the most horrifying. Tightly clustered loops signified a cloud of neurotoxin. Blotches of red were human remains.

GLaDOS stood back up, meandering further down the hall. The paintings only devolved from here, intricate detail morphing into vague warnings.

Don’t trust Her lies.

The path went on for about another fifteen minutes, twisting and turning at sharp angles. Metal doors led to cluttered offices, all of them sealed and locked. In some of them, the computers were still on, endlessly flickering in the darkness.

When GLaDOS finally reached the end of the corridor, She was greeted with the sudden activation of a bright white light. Reflexively, She shielded Her eyes as the voice of the announcer blared.

“Welcome, Aperture Science Testing Associate! You’re here because you’ve voluntarily, or involuntarily, chosen to sign over all your legal rights to Aperture Science and further humanity’s progress!”

Of course. Being turned into a fleshy mess of tissues wasn’t enough. She’d have to go through the testing track, too.

She bit her lip in silent rage, no longer blinded by the light, gazing upon an airtight room with little more than a circular door. All around Her was white, covered in portal surfaces. Beneath Her, GLaDOS could feel the electronics of the panels whir, making the whole room seem alive. It could move at any moment.

“Before we begin, the Enrichment Center would like to remind you that you may suffer terrible injuries caused by our testing devices designed to create terrible injuries. If you have suffered a terrible injury, please review our community-shared legal manual, which states that Aperture Science takes no responsibility.”

GLaDOS knew that redundant message. It was backup, for when She wasn’t there to narrate. Testing tracks had levels of difficulty, and before Her takeover, it was fairly common for subjects to be screened and assigned one based on what they could handle. This message only played for the most difficult, and consequently, the deadliest. Not even GLaDOS was entirely sure what was in here; She hadn’t used it for fear of subjects dying before any real data could be collected.

“As part of [HIGH DIFFICULTY] testing protocol, Aperture Science has temporarily issued you your very own Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device.”

Without warning, a panel on the ceiling lifted, a robotic claw descending and dropping the device directly in front of GLaDOS. The claw lifted, and the panel closed again.

“The device has been successfully deployed. To ensure the validity of our tests, please verify that your device is completely operational.”

GLaDOS was familiar with the portal gun from Her databases, and She knew exactly how to work it. Despite this, She’d never actually handled one Herself, unless being impaled on the end of one counted. The device was heavy in Her hands, cold and sleek against Her fingers. The center, black plastic encasing a glowing yellow coil, was warm to the touch.

Pointing at one of the white panels, She cocked the trigger, and a golden portal blossomed in front of Her. Running Her fingers across the surface, it felt like waving a hand through a ray of sunlight. GLaDOS turned around, shooting the next portal at the opposite wall. The portal which followed was a lighter yellow, less vivid than the first.

“Good. A signal from the device has proven activation. Please enter the elevator.”

The metal door opened, and just beyond the emancipation grill, an elevator stood wait. It was the only path left to take.

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Putting a cube on a button should’ve been a simple task for a supercomputer. Even for a human, the menial work was a cognitive breeze. The large button in particular required minimal force to operate, and the weighted storage cubes were lighter than they appeared. In any scenario, placing an object on another was easily mastered with only the most basic of motor skills. It could have qualified as the least difficult task known to mankind. All GLaDOS had to do was put one cube on one button.

That was all there was. One cube, one button, and several killing machines stuffed with thousands of bullets. It was for this reason that GLaDOS could not perform this extraordinarily simple job. The turrets blocking the way would surely be a hurdle.

Already, GLaDOS could feel the beginnings of human fear creeping into Her mind. She was out of the turrets’ line of sight, and yet the caution of Her new form compelled Her to stay hidden in the corner regardless. Nervously clutching the trigger of Her portal gun, She considered the dangers lurking in future tests. This one was only the first, and it had already deployed one of the worst weapons Aperture had to offer.

Logically, GLaDOS knew She could step out. She could put one portal behind Her, another at the opposite wall, and avoid the turrets altogether. Behind them would certainly be the cube and the button. Still, emotion was quite a world apart from logic. As a computer, She could be revived over and over again. Humans could not be fixed, and GLaDOS understood that in the very unlikely possibility She died here, She was never coming back.

GLaDOS didn’t want to admit that She was afraid, not even to Herself. She was sure Chell could tell back when Wheatley was in control; She’d let Her voice slip more than once. Now, with nobody around, She only had Herself to prove it to.

Removing Her cores all that time ago had also been the removal of Her regulators; She felt everything once they were detached, things She would have to relearn how to suppress. All She remembered before the world went dark, before Chell killed her, what She’d relived, was fear. Panic. Terror. There were a million words for it, none encapsulating just how soul-wrenching the phenomenon was.

Even then, that’s all it was for Her. Just an emotion. For human beings, fear was a sixth sense. It could be felt in a spiraling heartbeat, in beads of sweat, in shallow breaths and temporary, last-ditch strength. Fear was a state of being, and for the particularly unfortunate, a way of life.

GLaDOS knew fear only when She had to, only when She could not shove it to the very bottom of Her files. Humans knew fear like they knew living.

What a miserable way to be.

It was all the more reason to complete these chambers faster.

When She reached the other side of the room, GLaDOS found exactly what She expected. The cube glowed a bright yellow when placed on the Aperture Science Super-Colliding Super Button, and the chamber lock opened.

As the elevator descended, GLaDOS realized that She had no idea how to solve these tests. She was smart, and the solution would certainly come to Her eventually, but the human mind could only store so much. GLaDOS used to have entire libraries of nothing but solutions to tests, but the upload procedure hadn’t deemed that useful or necessary. When trying to remember, there was nothing. For the first time, GLaDOS’ mind was blank.

The next test dashed all Her hopes for a few more tutorial puzzles.

No, GLaDOS reassured Herself. This is alright. I’m used to being challenged.

After Chell, She was sure any other problem would be easier to solve.

This particular test was supposed to introduce lasers. The first step was to burn the turrets with the beam, done with the help of portals and crouching behind a corner. The explosions were louder than She’d expected; GLaDOS had seldom heard them outside of watching from a camera. Her ears rung as She crept past the charred remains of the turrets, almost nothing left of the slender white robots. The burn marks brought a smile to Her face; She’d killed them. Even now, She had power over something.

The turrets were programmed to have some level of sentience, though their sense of self was not nearly as defined as that of a core’s or a human’s. It didn’t matter anyway; they wouldn’t be missed. For every one that was destroyed or made wrong, ten more were created in its place, and the missing turret was simply forgotten. Nobody really made an effort to remember in the first place.

Humans, too, were often unremembered. She used to be able to look at their files at any time, but why would She want to? She’d seen so many, none particularly worthy of note, and most of them were gone. Even so, in a part of Her that She wanted to deny, GLaDOS almost felt sorry for them. She too had been forgotten for years; nobody had even wanted to wake Her up, to check and see if She was alright. All the robots in the facility knew was that the voice controlling them was gone, and that She wasn’t coming back.

The rest of the puzzle was much more challenging than swinging around a laser, involving the use of a redirection cube and multiple steps to obtain it. Another round of turrets was waiting where GLaDOS couldn’t see, launching a bullet directly between Her ribs. Luckily for GLaDOS, the force of each bullet was minimal, and the single hit left only a painful bruise. These turrets were stuffed to the brim with ammunition, part of Cave Johnson’s idea to really give his customers their money’s worth. The unintended side effect was a reduction of firing power.

Trudging to the elevator, GLaDOS clutched Her side. She’d been knocked out of breath, and the sharp throb of the bruise had faded into a dull ache. It was almost worse that way, grating on Her nerves, flaring up when She took a breath.

Chell had taken a couple bullets before, some grazing the sides of Her shoulders and most leaving similar small wounds. GLaDOS had to give her credit for continuing to test, holding her head high even when she was bleeding. That didn’t even count sores in her lungs from the neurotoxin, or the damage from falling down the pit. The fact that Chell stayed alive, then went on to test for days, proved her exceptional stamina.

This one bruise to the rib was occupying nearly all of GLaDOS’ thoughts. She couldn’t fathom the kinds of things Chell felt. The only comparisons She had were the removal of Her head and dying, both of which didn’t last longer than a few minutes. Her pain as a computer had been simulated, but this was real and arguably worse. Chell had likely felt this same sensation a hundred times over, and a hundred times longer.

You did that to her, you know. A voice clawed from deep within Her mind.

You gave her all that pain.

Testing was bad enough, GLaDOS didn’t need the additional burden of guilt. She ignored the voice, though a heaviness still welled in Her chest. Her conscience, the one with Her own voice, was coming back. GLaDOS couldn’t say She missed it.

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The following tests had proved themselves to be little more than a series of colorful injuries.

Despite Her caution, misfires on behalf of the turrets were inevitable. A stray bullet had bruised Her shin, while another flew past and grazed the side of Her left shoulder. Other little nicks were speckled across Her skin, the products of miscellaneous falls.

Hitting the sides of walls, and even landing with the boots, left GLaDOS’ arms and legs sore. Every step She took was a laborious trudge from panel to panel, and eventually Her fatigue took control.

GLaDOS scanned the level sign on Her right upon entering the test. 15. It hadn’t felt like 15 tests; it’d felt like hundreds had gone by. GLaDOS wasn’t even entirely sure how long it’d been. The adrenal vapor in the air muddled Her perception, and an hour and a minute seemed to be the same.

An educated guess was about four hours, accounting for the rests She’d taken in between. The hard physical activity had already worn down this middle-aged body. The woman was lean, more bony than muscular, and even slight exertion took all the effort She could give. The factor of age didn’t help.

GLaDOS sat down in front of the glowing screen, giving Herself a minute to catch Her breath.

There was a possibility that these tests would go on for thousands of chambers, enough to last years. Equally likely, at the end of the next there might be a scorching pit of flames. That one without any portal surfaces to escape from.

She leaned Her head on the wall, closing Her eyes and letting Her mind wander.

The chamber was frigid, and the jumpsuit did little to shield GLaDOS from the cold. Arms crossed and knees at Her chest, the heat still escaped Her.

The thought crossed Her mind that this was how Chell had felt. Was she always this cold, this tired, this desperate? GLaDOS made a mental note to Herself.

Make the chambers warmer.

The heat was only a surface-level fix. The claustrophobia induced by the walls, the artificial lights, and the expectation to give it your all or else was maddening.

Why does it matter to you? GLaDOS asked Herself. Sure, it was bad for Her, but why care about the other subjects? Once She got through this, GLaDOS would never have to feel it again.

She remembered the time She’d described Her worst imperfection to Atlas and P-Body. Too much sympathy for human suffering.

Still, Chell would’ve been happier (whatever excuse for happiness that would be) in warmer chambers. Now that She’d gotten attached to one human, She’d felt for them all. It was why She was so hesitant to form a connection in the first place. That would interfere with Her experiments.

Memories of sparing Chell’s lookalike and saving the life of the man reentered Her mind, and She was embarrassed at the thought of letting Her study careen so far off the rails. Looking back, how much perfectly good science had been ruined? Chell wasn’t even here, and yet She was still wrecking the facility.

Missing Chell, no maybe not missing so much as becoming used to her presence, was the source of all this mayhem. The thought of deleting the feeling completely…it was a motivating fantasy. Sentimentality had been, and would be, the death of Her.

Wisely, GLaDOS stopped Herself from wandering further.

Don’t think about it. Control yourself.

The act of caring verged on Caroline behavior.

If only to distract Herself, GLaDOS stood up tall and readied Herself for the fifteenth test. Walking deeper in, Her nose caught the scent of acid, stinging as the fumes filled Her lungs.

GLaDOS sighed.

She could already tell that this would be a long one.

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Cheating was not as good of an idea as it originally seemed.

GLaDOS knew logically, No, you have to do the test, there’s no other way out. When subjects tried to escape, it never ended well for them. Despite past observation, the temptation remained as strong as ever. The walls beckoned Her, waiting to be climbed, an onlooking room in wait. These tests hadn’t been as thoroughly repaired as the others, and sunlight shone through holes in the ceiling. Wreckage from years of decay looked almost like a staircase, or perhaps more like a ladder. Everywhere around Her seemed like an easier path to freedom.

The main issue was stability; the rusty metal plates couldn’t support Her weight, and trying to climb left Her tumbling down onto the hard floors. No wall ever seemed to have enough traction, and a sprain on Her arm quickly taught GLaDOS that Her ingenious plans were too risky to continue. Even the use of momentum could not propel Her high enough to reach the windows of the room overhead.

Frustrated and defeated, She solved the test without further incident. Chamber 25 was waiting up ahead, and the sunlight from above shone with evening hues. To Her own disbelief, all of this testing had amounted to only a single day.

After the long, arduous completion of 25 had wracked both Her body and mind, GLaDOS found welcome relief. She almost couldn’t believe the fact that the chambers had ended so… safely. The door opened, and there were no death traps or pits of fire waiting for Her. It only led into a waiting room with a faded Thank You sign on the wall. GLaDOS smiled, satisfied with Her victory. Shortcomings aside, the fact that this measly human body had managed to endure so much was something She was proud of.

That had been Her work, Her survival, not just testing by proxy.

The waiting room She stood in was eerily similar to the last, furnished with the same kind of chair and plastered with similar advertisements. Unlike the last one, two exits waited in front of Her. One was for test subjects, boarded up with wood nailed to the door, completely inaccessible. The other was a flight of stairs leading upward, blocked off with a chained sign reading Employees Only.

GLaDOS lifted the chain over Her head and took the staircase, no other option available. Nervously, She hoped that anything but another testing track was up ahead, only to find exactly what She needed. Her luck had been improving; a control room was only a step away. A panel of countless switches was adhered to the pale blue walls, adjacent to a desk with pens, paper, and a noisy radio. The same jazzy tune played on loop until She switched it off, content with the silence.

It’s finally over.

She sat down at the office chair in front of the control panel, scanning it for the words lift or escape pod. Dials and switches cluttered the board, labeled with miniscule text that was near impossible to read. GLaDOS scorned Her human eyesight, searching desperately, but finding nothing. The buttons only controlled elements of the test chambers, which panels to open, which cubes to drop.

She reread it, knowing that surely She’d missed something. Again and again, She screened the switchboard, yielding nothing.

GLaDOS had to have overlooked a button, misread a label. Nothing was hidden behind the desk, and no other devices had been plugged into the socket on the wall. The realization that She could be trapped here, here of all places, sank low into Her chest. After everything, after all of the testing and the pain and the feelings, it had all amounted to this.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. That’s not possible!”

All the panic She’d suppressed was finally let loose, Her human mind no longer able to contain the fear She’d been anticipating.

I might die here. That’s it. I might never get back in my mainframe, and I might spend my last hours stuck in this human being.

I’m going to be alone.

Alone.

She lingered on that sentence, anxiously pacing around the desk, nervously clawing through Her hair.

I am going to be very, very alone.

GLaDOS had always wanted to spend Her entire, immortal life alone. No friends, no family to weigh Her down, to distract Her from purpose. Cave had put it best; Caroline was married to science, and that had carried over to GLaDOS.

Machines didn’t need companionship, but depriving a human being of social contact was like denying them water. Whatever human need for friendship still existed in this woman’s body was bubbling up, broken by the sheer loneliness of the tests.

She often wondered why subjects had such a difficult time euthanizing their faithful companion cube. Unless rare incidents of stabbing threats counted, the companion cube had not once spoken to them, never shown any kind of personality or attachment. They were sentient enough, like most Aperture products, but their only real difference from a storage cube was their little heart decal. A mere design change had been enough to exploit human compassion, and it was fascinating to behold.

A part of Her now understood why it was so easy to believe that an inanimate object could be a friend. GLaDOS’ human component ached for any sort of company, any kind of reassurance. Even an enemy would be nice. An enemy would be better, maybe even preferred.

Just someone to talk to, even if that conversation was just a tirade of insults on Her part.

GLaDOS gave up; nobody was here, and nobody was waiting for Her. The future looked lonely, and in desperation, She gave the control panel one last glance. A button that She’d seen before caught Her eye, one She hadn’t fully considered the first time.

Core Sentience Connector.

With nothing to lose, She pressed the button, and a whirring erupted from a panel downstairs. GLaDOS rushed back to the waiting room, portal gun in Her hands, and watched the walls open like magic. In its place was a metal contraption, holding the empty shell of a personality core with a flickering screen above it. The Aperture Logo flashed onto the newly implemented monitor, while the announcer blared from an invisible speaker.

“Hello, and thank you for activating the Aperture Science Personality Core Sentience Connector Protocol! If you have selected this feature, congratulations. A subject under your supervision has been experiencing difficulties testing due to prolonged exposure to severe social deprivation.”

GLaDOS wondered what other insane scenarios they’d thought of as the screen switched to a moving blueprint of a personality sphere.

“All Aperture Science Personality Constructs are made with the intended purpose of solving this problem, providing companionship to those in crisis. Personality Constructs with an active distress signal can be summoned with the connector protocol. A list of available constructs is provided on the screen.”

Walking closer to the device, GLaDOS saw only one serial number listed. Personality cores all had radio capability, and the signal of their very being could be transmitted in times of emergency. Once the signal was received, that could easily be implemented into any compatible device.

GLaDOS hesitated before selecting the number. She doubted that the little moron had the capacity to activate a distress signal, and if he did, it was highly unlikely that the signal could bounce all the way back to Earth. Still, the possibility that this core could be Wheatley was something She did not want to risk. Although psychologically destroying him would be a good use of Her time, being in a position of power would make Her revenge all the more satisfying.

The last thing She wanted was for him to see Her weak again, but the only other option was to remain trapped. At the very least, if they were stuck here forever, She could use the last of Her human strength to make Wheatley’s tiny, moronic life as miserable as possible. In the off chance he could open a panel, She’d use him to escape and leave him behind. Preferably, in the incinerator.

Survival was worth the temporary burden of dealing with Wheatley, especially if it meant another thousand years doing nothing but testing. GLaDOS tapped the number, an electric chime sounding from the machine as the connector activated. Within thirty seconds, the core’s eye opened, gleaming a bright blue.

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“If you were, let’s say, a brain damaged woman who was betrayed by her only friend, what would it take for you to forgive the bloke who tried to murder you? It’s just theoretical, just, you know, coming up with hypotheticals to pass the time.”

“Space. Space is nice. Rocket ship. Rocket ship goes to space. Space goes to space. Space is in space.”

“Alright mate, thanks for the input. Very useful.”

Wheatley sighed, his optic focused on the same group of stars he’d watched for the past couple of hours, his mind wrapped up in the past.

Four months had been a good amount of time to relive his mistakes over and over, micro analyzing every transgression against Chell. His life was now a series of unpleasant memories, or pleasant ones turned painful by context, interrupted with by chatter of the space core and the light of the sun.

Fantasies, in which he apologized for his mistakes and Chell forgave him, were far too frequent. He’d say sorry, deliver a whole monologue four months in the making, and She’d pick him up and smile at him. They would be friends again, and Wheatley would never return to Aperture. GLaDOS would be gone, out of sight forever, and they could be happy. He could be happy.

Not that Wheatley particularly thought he deserved it. By most human standards of morality, trying to kill someone was considered an irredeemable offense. Empathizing with Chell’s fear, Chell’s heartbreak had been impossible with the mainframe distorting his thoughts. All of the sympathy he could not feel then was coming back now, transformed into guilt.

If you hadn’t acted like a monster, if you hadn’t been so awful, if you hadn’t been such a moron...

He knew that realistically, Chell would never pardon him. Even that was given the unlikely event they’d met again.

Wheatley wondered if he would ever get a second chance, ever get the opportunity to show that no, he wasn’t a moron and all that villainy had been just a fluke. He only needed a chance, just one.

Hell, if GLaDOS got an opportunity for redemption, why couldn’t he?

Wheatley closed his optic, feeling the cold of space against his metal casing.

One chance. That’s all I need.

For a moment, there was only the silence of the cosmos.

Without warning, his processors hummed with a fever pitch, and his thoughts raced until they melted into nonsense. A loud beeping resonated from inside, and through the chaos, Wheatley could discern a single error message.

Sentience Connector Protocol Initiated. Prepare for the brief suspension of your consciousness.

What in the bloody hell-

Wheatley screamed in surprise, his cry cut off halfway through.

The space core hardly noticed that his companion had been zapped away, content with watching the surface of the moon below. The stars shone bright as ever.

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“Oh, oh my god, I’m alive! I…” Wheatley’s voice trailed off as he awakened to the dim walls of Aperture, facing a brown-haired, tired-looking woman. A yellow light glowed through Her jumpsuit, and a suspicious grin was spread across Her face. Wheatley had never seen this person before, but the moment She spoke, he knew exactly who She was.

“Well, there you are.”

She was back.

#glados #wheatley #chell #portal #portal 2 #niaaa #now i am an arsonist #fic #fanfiction #art #digital art #tw injury #canon typical violence

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darkpoisonouslove · 3 years

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Win a Heart

Summary: Icy can fight Bloom. Fighting the strongest person in the universe is not something she is afraid of. What she can’t do is voice her true feelings for Bloom and earn the right to owning her own heart.

This is an AU but I’d like to keep the suspense so more information is at the end. You can go there if you feel confused about anything.

The flames rained on her ice shield – each like a rock melting away her magic instead of breaking through it. No matter how much power she put into fortifying her frost, Bloom's fire was eating it away one molecule at a time in pursuit of licking at her skin. Even if she did tap into her endless well of rage, she couldn't make ice at the rate Bloom was making her way through it. Her tactic would fail and she couldn't clear an opening for an attack.

She tilted her head back, gazing straight into the lake of fire spilling over the ice crust springing from her hands, and sent her magic down her hair. It was long enough to brush the floor and lead the ice where she intended it – freeing a path of escape for her. Bloom had no time to react when she glided backwards on the ice rink she'd made and away from the fiery downpour.

Frost encased Bloom into a cocoon she'd die in if she couldn't catch up. Bursting flames were not enough against the strategy Icy had devised just for her. The Dragon Fire gave Bloom an advantage but even it couldn't break through the layers of ice Icy had constructed to let her magic through to the inside. Every patch Bloom melted was freezing back against her body instantly to wrap her even tighter in her prison. The princess had challenged her and now the tables had turned.

Bloom writhed in her cage struggling to free herself with brute force but the ice was too thick even for her relentless stubbornness. There was no force or weapon she could use to crack Icy's victory.

Bloom locked eyes with her, having arrived at the same conclusion. The blue of her irises was still vibrant, though, like a boiling sea and her gaze reached into Icy's core melting through all her defenses. Ice shards dropped in her stomach as her heart shuddered to shake off the remnants of the cage she'd stuffed it in.

Bloom's eyes widened as if she'd seen the cracking walls inside her before she closed them in intense focus. Heat filled the atmosphere chasing away any shivers that could rock her concentration or Icy. The air trembled as Bloom's hair burst in flames dripping all over her body and Icy's cocoon.

The butterflies were in her stomach fluttering aggressively in their search of a way out. The warmth flooding her was inviting as she watched Bloom flaming her way out of her ice. The flaring fire wasn't threatening as it crawled through her handiwork to free the princess without a malicious intent. Bloom wasn't fighting to best her. She was overcoming herself and her own limits and she'd taken a page out of Icy's book to improve.

A block of ice shattered and crumbled to the floor where Bloom's chest expanded like she would swallow the whole world, and Icy, too. There was still something to do but it wasn't her turn. She would've skipped it anyway to see what else Bloom was up to.

Bloom answered her thoughts with the air she breathed out as it caught fire, too. She was a fire-breathing princess and Icy was captivated by the twirling flames as they wound around her cocoon and left it in a puddle on the floor. Everything was always so symbolic with Bloom, so... ethereal. Almost like they knew each other on an entirely different plane of existence.

"Don't count me out yet," Bloom held the fire retreating from her hair in her palms. A courtesy on her part to Icy who had drifted away like she never did in her own bed.

"I can say the same to you," Icy brushed away the smugness wafting from Bloom. It was deserved but it wouldn't last forever. Even if she didn't mind. All good things had an end. She just had to be grateful there'd been a beginning at all for her.

It was her turn to borrow and she crafted a blade of ice. Maybe brute force would work better combined with elegance. Maybe then she wouldn't break her neck.

She swallowed the thought like a lump of ice that would charge her magic and charged at Bloom with the weapon. Fire could take no solid form like that even if the streaks still flaming in Bloom's hair suggested otherwise. She had to try her hand at beating the most powerful person in the universe. Maybe then she would be able to outdo herself, too.

Swinging the blade was natural, the ice one with her as always despite her poor preparation with a sword. Bloom was an expert swordswoman but she had no way of conjuring a weapon from her magic. Icy had found the way to-

Bloom caught her ice blade with her bare hand unmoved by the sharp edges. She used her fire to leave the shape of her fingers in the wholeness of Icy's weapon. An imprint on her mind to join the one Bloom had been carving in her heart from the day they'd met.

Icy's breath caught but she let the ice take over. Gliding over it had been second nature her whole life. It was easy the same way dueling Bloom was effortless. Like a dance. Each move reciprocated with the due respect and desire to match it, raise the stakes until they were both engulfed in the flames of the intensity between them and the rest of the world couldn't reach them in their cocoon.

Bloom followed her movements intently, eyes on her frame like her gaze belonged there, like it was home. And there was the familiar pull. The invitation for Icy to spill into her but her spine couldn't bend that way without breaking. Her ice couldn't melt without drowning her. Perhaps it would kill Bloom, too. The risk was too great.

Stuck in her vicious circle, Icy faltered when her blade was stuck in Bloom's grip once again. Pulling did nothing with Bloom holding it as if her life depended on it and thrusting was impossible through the princess's strength. All she could do was supply more ice to restore the parts the flames coming out of Bloom's palms reshaped. They were caught in Bloom's will–like the rest of the universe except Icy's fate–and the moment stretched around them unbreakable. Whatever it was made of was stronger than Icy and she'd accept it if she didn't have to find her way to victory.

She willed the ice to grow, icicles with pointy edges reaching down from her blade through the fire eating it to pierce Bloom's chest. It had to free them from the spell she'd bound them in.

Air pushed Bloom's chest closer to the sharp tips aimed to stab through her heart but the heated burn of the flames inside her neutralized even that threat. Now it was water dripping from the icicles to soak Bloom's outfit and her heart. Icy had touched it – far more gently than she'd believed she could... with Bloom's help. The complimentary existence they led almost had her believing they were soulmates meant to be. Almost.

"You can't win this," Bloom let herself inside her head again, unafraid to roam even that space – the only one that did not belong to her. But Icy had given it. She'd given it away even if she had nothing left for herself. Just to see that smirk on Bloom's face. Was it worth it, though, if Bloom didn't know?

She couldn't win against the princess of Domino. She couldn't even win against the prince of Eraklyon who was younger than her but from a much more powerful kingdom than the measly royal of Dyamond that she was. She had to turn in and be his wife because she couldn't win. All her battles were meaningless, except the ones with Bloom. She always came out stronger, even in defeat. Maybe she was aiming for the wrong victory. Maybe it was Bloom's heart she was capable of winning.

"I've been in love with you for years." The crown meant for her head shattered from worlds away to let her draw in a warm breath. A free breath that her magic didn't attack to turn into a weapon of self-defense.

Shock slapped Bloom in the face like a wave she swallowed to a fail in her breathing. She had to shift to steady herself and slipped on the puddle they'd made on the floor. She tumbled down with the weapon Icy had to let go of so that she wouldn't fall on top of her with it and stab her.

A groan broke against Icy's ears to free her from her stupor. Bloom was alive and fine – more or less. Now it was her turn to get a verdict.

Bloom propped herself up on her elbows. "Good one," she muttered to make Icy's stomach flip. She was never that sparse with the due congratulations when Icy defeated her during sparring. It was the confession she hadn't bought and Icy couldn't blame her for looking everywhere but at her when she took the hand offered to her.

"I meant it." Icy held on to the warmth Bloom didn't pull away from her to compel her to catch her gaze. "I've been in love with you... ever since I learned how to love."

Bloom didn't let go after Icy helped her on her feet. "Why didn't you say something?" It was her turn to wait for Icy to return her gaze.

Because you would have saved me.

They'd become fast friends despite Icy's hatred for Domino and Eraklyon and anyone else who imposed their power over her. Bloom would've jumped in to the rescue. She would've pulled her from the arranged marriage with Sky and bound her to herself. She wouldn't have let her drown in feelings she couldn't freeze her way through. Even if it would've scalded both their skin off and razed their kingdoms to the ground. It wasn't Bloom's job to protect her. It should have been Icy's right to protect herself but Bloom was the only one who had given it to her, the only one who had believed in her enough to never hold back despite possessing the strongest magic in the universe. She'd let her be an equal. Maybe they were also equals in the way they felt.

Icy blew a touch of frost on her breath Bloom's way. It instantly turned into water in the heat of Bloom's lips. The ice couldn't even reach her. Bloom had never been hers to touch.

Bloom licked the water drops from her lip, her tongue frantic as if she was parched, before lunging herself at Icy and wrapping her in a kiss. Her breath was scorching and tickled through the cold Icy carried around with her. Bloom's fingers tangled in her hair like she wasn't afraid they would fall off if Icy sent the frost through her strands again. Bloom made it so easy to be strong, to be light and warm, so effortless to run her fingers through the red strands without fearing for her skin, nor for her magic within. She'd finally won the freedom to win the princess' heart.

This is an AU in which Bloom was raised by her parents on Domino after the Ancestral Witches were defeated. She became really close friends with Icy when they were little. Icy is arranged to be married to Sky in this. Bloom does not like Sky (and Sky doesn’t like Bloom) for a variety of reasons which I will not list because I will have to write a whole essay but not the least of which is his engagement to Icy. Icy is not a descendant of the Ancestral Witches and it has everything to do with Bloom but I will not explain it all because, again - a whole essay.

#winx club #winx icy #winx bloom #bloom x icy #blicy #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #200fc

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pinkja · 4 years

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Regret (Abby Anderson x Female Reader) Part 2

You and Abby talk about what happened

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Three weeks.

It had been about three weeks since (Y/n) had heard Abby’s voice. It had been three weeks since (Y/n) had seen her either. She always spotted her out of the corner of her eye, only for the girl to turn the other way in an attempt to avoid her.

(Y/n) couldn’t lie and say she didn’t do the same. At least for the first week and a half. She couldn’t lie about the nightmares that started after that night, the image of Abby looking at her with no remorse as her hands wrapped around her neck. She couldn’t lie about how she was glad that it was winter, as it made it easier to cover up the think bruise. She couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t stare at the mark on her neck every morning and every night, wishing it would go away with every second. She couldn’t lie and say it was ok, that she was fine with what had happened.

It was ironic really. Abby always said that she would never hurt (y/n), but she did it without even meaning to.

But now that the mark was fading, and the nightmares had died down just a bit, Abby’s avoidance of her was getting a bit too much. Her absence was felt. It was felt when (y/n) woke up to an empty and cold bed. It was felt when she went to the gym in the morning. It was felt when she found a spare coin on patrol or read a classic book or watched a movie that she knew would make the both of them laugh. A part of her felt…gone without Abby. Empty. The thought of her never even seeing Abby again made her shake.

(Y/n) had to do something. Anything. Any longer and she would’ve believed that their relationship was over, and she didn’t want that.

(Y/n) got off of the bed and went to look at herself in the mirror.

She paused.

No, she thought, looking at it will only make her second guess herself. She couldn’t do that to herself, to Abby. She knew that as much as she was hurting, Abby was probably hurting more.

She turned, walking to the door for her jacket and shoes. But she couldn’t deny that out of the corner of her eye, she peeked at the bruise in her refelection.

After locking her door, she walked to the main base where she knew Abby was. As she got closer and closer, she felt her nerves start to act up.

Maybe Abby didn’t want to see her. Maybe she didn’t want to see Abby–NO! She had to do this. She had to. She loves Abby, Abby loves her. And if they were going to move foward, they had to talk about what happened.

She looked everywhere. She looked in the gym, and Abby wasn’t there. She looked in the cafeteria, not there either. The gun range, the kennels, even the goddamn farms and she still wasn’t there.

With a sigh, (y/n) leaned against the walls in one of the many hallways of the stadium. She could feel a headache coming on, and the winter air really didn’t do anything to soothe her.

“(Y/n)?” A voice had called her, snapping her out of her slump. She opened her eyes, looking over at the familiar voice that called her. It was Manny. She gave him a smile and a wave.

“Hi, Manny! You’re back from patrol already?” He had been out on morning patrols lately, not coming back till the afternoon, so it was a surprise to see him back so soon.

“Yeah, there wasn’t much out there today. What are you doing here?” He asked her, adjusting his bag until it was on his other shoulder.

(Y/n) felt a lump form in her throat as she went to answer. “I’m actually looking for Abby. I haven’t seen her lately…” She played with her hands as she spoke.

Manny furrowed his brows, and (y/n) wondered if he knew what had happened. She hadn’t said anything to any of their friends, but she didn’t know what Abby told them either.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you if you can check on her.” (Y/n) perked up at the statement. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Manny. “She’s been throwing herself into work lately and I don’t know if anything happened with you two or what but… I’m worried about her.” (Y/n) could only nod, not knowing what to say but knowing what she had to do.

“Do you know where she is?” She tapped her fingers on the side of her thigh.

Manny nodded, “She said she was going to the library.” (Y/n) gave him her thanks and uttered a quick bye as she walked away.

Her footsteps echoed as she walked through several long hallways and up a flight of stairs before she made had finally made it. The stark white door toward over her like a giant, intimidating and imposing. Her hand shook as she raised it to the doorknob, and for a second, she considered pulling her hand away, she considered running back to her apartment and hiding under the covers like a fucking toddler.

She called herself pathetic for thinking that.

When she turned the doorknob, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She walked in, hesitant, nervous. She looked around, observing the usual emptiness of the library. The librarian, a sweet old woman with missing teeth, wasn’t at the front desk, and (y/n) assumed she went out for an early lunch.

Once her initial observation of the front had ended, she willed herself to move foward to search for Abby. She started in the fiction section, then the art, then the cooking, then the goddamn fitness section, which she probably should’ve looked at first if she were being honest. It was then she realized just how big the library was, and that there was a high chance that Abby could’ve probably left while she was searching for her.

With a groan and a murmur of a few curse words, (y/n) practically stomped her way to the lounge area, a place that had a couple of love seats and a newly refurbished coffee table. Someone was already sitting there with a book in their calloused hands.

Hands that belonged to Abby.

Hands that had…

(Y/n) stopped in her tracks, frozen. A lump started to form in her throat. Her hair wasn’t in its usual braid, instead fixed in a low ponytail, something she only did when she had no energy. But never down. Abby only wore her hair down when she was alone with–

“(Y/n)?” Abby finally took notice of her presence. Her voice was just above a whisper. Her eyes darted around quickly, looking for any type of escape. Without saying another word, Abby stood up quickly and went to move past (y/n). Without thinking, she stepped in front of her, blocking her path. She tried stepping around (y/n), but she blocked her again. After doing this for about three more times, Abby let out a groan and with pleading eyes, she said, “Please…don’t do this…”

“I’m not moving, Abby…” (Y/n)’s voice was firm, despite the evergrowing nervousness that bubbled within her.

Her eyes fixated on the faint scar on her cheek, quickly healed from when she had scratch her.

(Y/n) remembered how the blood rolled down her cheek and onto the floor.

She felt guilty for it.

“I-I can’t…No…” The pain in her voice was clear as day. Abby shook her head and turned away. (Y/n) reached out to touch her, and Abby pulled away as soon as she felt the touch.

“Please, Abby! Please just talk to me! I can’t do this-this separation thing anymore!” (Y/n) pleaded, stepping towards her once more. She backed away.

“Don’t you fucking get it?” Her voice raised, anger in her eyes as she finally looked (y/n) in her eyes. (Y/n)’s body went stiff at the change in Abby. “I fucking…” Abby realized she was nearly yelling and stoped to compose herself, guilty that she was hurting (y/n) once more. “I fucking hurt you, (y/n).” (Y/n) stepped foward, but Abby only moved away once more. Abby backed up until she was sitting on one of the chairs. “I could’ve…I could’ve killed–” Abby cut herself off, staring at her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

(Y/n) stared at them as well. She hoped Abby wouldn’t catch her.

She felt the chokehold on her neck like a touch of a ghost. Faint but the remnants were still there.

“I can’t be around you anymore.” Abby tried to keep her voice as firm as she could, but (y/n) could hear the shakiness.

(Y/n) shook her head. “Don’t say that, Abby. I know you don’t mean that–”

“I do!” Her voice raised again. A part of (y/n) wanted to run. She willed herself to stay. “I can’t be around you because what if one day I just lose control? What if I don’t snap out of it? I’d only be hurting you in the end–”

“You’re hurting me even more by pushing me away!” (Y/n) couldn’t stop her voice from raising, couldn’t stop herself from taking another step towards Abby. Abby tried to bury herself into the couch.

(Y/n) crouched in front of her, at a distance but close enough to look her dead in the eyes.

Abby’s gaze went to the bruise on her neck. A bit of it showed through the thick jacket she was wearing. (Y/n) could see the guilt start to form once again. The same guilt she had that night.

“Don’t tell me this is how you’d want to end this? End us? You can’t! Not after all we’ve been through!” Abby faltered. “I can’t lose you, baby! It hasn’t been the same without you…”

Abby lowered her head, lip quivering.

“I-I haven’t been able to sleep, or eat or-or do anything right. All I could think about was how I…you looked so scared of me.” Tears started to stream down Abby’s face. She couldn’t make herself stop. “I never wanted you to be scared of me. I never wanted to hurt you. I never, I never wanted this to…” Abby put her head in her hands, hiccuping in between her cries.

“Oh, baby.” (Y/n) whispered. She raised a hand and hesitantly placed it on her knee. Abby jumped a bit, startled, but didn’t push her away. “It’s the same for me. But I can’t do this without you.” Tears streamed down her face as well. “Please, baby, please. Just listen to me.” Her thumb moved in small circles. Another move she hesitated on.

Abby dragged her hands down her face. (Y/n) could see the bags under her eyes. Abby could probably see her’s. Finally, Abby nodded.

“I know,” (Y/n) started, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. “I know that I’ve been avoiding you. I-I was scared and I didn’t know what to say to you but…god I don’t know how to say this.” (Y/n) wipes the tears from her eyes. “I can’t be without you, Abby. I can’t just sit here and avoid this like it never happened but I also know we can’t just be stuck on this forever.” Her hand sneaked to one of Abby’s hands, gently grabbing a finger, just to test the waters.

“This only happened because…because you don’t talk to me about these things. You-You never…you barely even mention what happened at all, or how you’re feeling.” (Y/n) grabbed at another finger. Abby’s hands were cold. Her mind flashed back to that night, but only for a moment. “All of that anger, that-that sadness and regret, you keep it bottled in side of you for so long that it just…explodes.” (Y/n) could feel the scar on the palm of her left hand. She said it was from a Scar fight.

“I can’t…”

“Baby, I love you, ok! And the only way we can stop this from happening again is if you’re honest with me! You have to be honest with me!” Abby turned away, eyes glassy and red.

“Please don’t. I can’t fucking look at you without seeing…without thinking about what I did…”

“But that doesn’t mean what we have should be over! I know that,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, tears starting to stream down her face like a river through a storm. “I know that you love me. I know that you don’t want this to end.” She buried her face in Abby’s lap.

She had a complete hold on Abby’s hand now. The image of Abby face filled with anger above her flashed again. It went as quickly as it came, nothing but a far away memory in that moment.

It was silent for a while. (Y/n) looked up, and she could see the internal battle Abby was having with herself.

“I love you.” (Y/n) said, placing a hand to Abby’s cheek. Her face was cold, like she had lost all the life she had. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” She repeated like a mantra. “And I know you love me…” She brought their faces closer until their noses touched. Abby hesitated a bit, scared and contemplating, but placed her hand over (y/n)’s despite it. (Y/n) closed her eyes at the touch.

Abby hesitated on her next words.

“We can’t…go back to the way it was. To the way we were.” She whispered, voice hoarse from crying.

“I know. I know. It doesn’t have to be.” (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered open, looking Abby in her eyes. The eyes she loved so much. Eyes that didn’t stare at her in blind rage, but eyes that revealed how much she loves her. “I know that you think you’re protecting me by…by pushing me away like this but I can’t do this alone, and I know you can’t do it either.” Abby’s breathing became rushed. “We can be better. We can do better. But you have to promise me that you’ll talk to me about these things.”

“I promise. I promise.” If she wasn’t so emotional, Abby would’ve been embarrassed by how quickly she answered.

“No more regret, baby.” (Y/n) wiped the tears from Abby’s eyes. Abby did the same for her.

“No more regret.”

#abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abigail anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby x female reader #abby anderson #abigail anderson #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part ii #tlou #tlou2 #angst #tlou fanfic #tlou2 fanfic #angsty

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ppaperheartss · 4 years

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Something Else

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

Summary: A midnight journey for ice cream goes very wrong for the reader.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! This is just a quick little one-shot that i wrote in about two hours, so it’s not perfect! All comments and feedback are appreciated!!

The first thought you had looking at the wreck in front of you was Stark is going to kill me.

It started out as an innocent ride to the store in one of Tony’s fancy, sleek black cars and turned into a high speed car chase against a HYDRA agent. One that you lost and left you bleeding, standing at the bottom of a cliff staring at the blaze in front of you.

Honestly, you blame Parker for eating the last of your ice cream when he knows you have to drive an hour to get it from a specific store. But you just couldn’t get mad at his innocent face that still had remnants of your rocky road on it. So you left the compound in a haste to get a carton before the store closed, dressed in a SHIELD hoodie and sweats.

The roads were quiet at the late hour, and the shop was nearly empty as it was getting ready to close. As you handed over your cash to the cashier a figure lingering around the outskirts of the parking lot dressed in all black caught your eye, your SHIELD training always keeping you alert. It wasn’t until he turned and a passing car’s headlights illuminated his face that you saw the white scar trailing down the left side of his face, and your hand flew to your pocket for a gun. But your pocket was empty, because who brings their gun to get ice cream? Not you. But you couldn’t let him get away.

It had been a while since you were last on a mission due to an injury, so you were glad to be put on one that seemed easy with Bucky. You two had worked well together ever since your first mission when you joined the Avengers. Bucky was only recently put back onto the field, and your first mission was to work alongside him to get data from an abandoned HYDRA facility. You guarded the door as he retrieved the data from an old computer. Someone must have been alerted that you were in the building because it wasn’t long until swarms of agents filled the old building. You fought them off, buying Bucky time before he successfully got everything you came for. Bucky was surprised at the amount of agents that lay on the floor - it was safe to say he had underestimated you - and after that he had a newfound respect for the new agent.

Your most recent mission had been successful, but one agent had gotten away. Bucky had seen him though and was able to describe to you what he looked like - tall, muscular, and a white scar on his left eye and cheek. The other Avengers had been alerted of this rogue agent, but after a few weeks of searching security cameras and cell phone towers there was no trace of him. And now here he was, in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere in the early morning.

Moving quickly, you grab your ice cream and leave to get to your car, trying not to get noticed by him. If you’re lucky enough he’ll just think you’re a civilian. If you just get your phone to call for backup . . .

As you climb into the car, you lose sight of him. Cursing, you turn on your headlights as you desperately reach around for a gun on your phone - whatever you find first. Finally you grab a gun from under the dashboard, and not a moment too soon as a sound of bullets is fired at the front windscreen. The bulletproof glass prevents any from coming into the car, but you could already see the cracks racing across the now damaged glass.

“Friday!” You yell, suddenly remembering the AI that Tony installed in all of the cars. “Call Bucky and send him my coordinates!”

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N.” The AI replied.

Looking up, you see a black van parked a few metres in front of you with one of the two back doors open to show a man pointing a gun straight at you. The all-too familiar emblem of HYDRA stares back at you from his uniform. The agent must have moved to another base with more agents, and they must have been following you because this was far too coincidental.

You aim the gun as your foot slams down on the accelerator, shooting back at them through the glass. You dust off the glass that shatters onto your body. The car in front of you jerks forward when you make contact with it, before speeding out of the parking lot and diverging onto the freeway. The agent didn’t stop his assault of bullets over your car.

Swerving to the right, you watch as the passenger seat beside you is littered with bullet holes. Your handgun was no match to whatever gun they had, and you didn’t know how long the glass in front of you would last.

“Come on, Bucky,” you mutter under your breath as you fire a few more bullets, now aiming for the tyres to slow them down. “Hurry up.”

Admitting defeat wasn’t something that you did easily, but you knew there was no way you were going to win this single-handedly. But nonetheless you had to catch these guys and would stop at no ends to do so.

Luckily for you the roads were deserted, so there was going to be no civilian casualties that you’d have to worry about. But as you distracted yourself thinking of how you were going to capture these guys once you had stopped their van, you failed to notice one agent jumping out of the van holding something that looked similar to a grenade launcher.

Cursing, you swerve your car to try and escape impact. He launches it and the grenade lands on the back of the car, causing it to immediately engulf in flames. You struggle to get your car door open from the momentum of the car spinning. The last thing you see before your car flies over the edge is the sickening grin of the agent watching you fall to your demise.

You don’t know how long you’ve been unconscious when your eyes open again. It takes a few moments to adjust to the rush of blood to your head when you realise you’re upside down. Luckily for you you had your seatbelt on so you were still awkwardly sitting in your chair.

After you unbuckle it and smash the window, you climb out of the car. You didn’t know where exactly you were injured, but your body was aching everywhere and blood was trickling down the side of your head. As you try to stand you a sharp pain shoots up your leg, causing you to hold onto a tree for support. The sight of your foot facing the wrong way brings bile up your throat, but you force it down. How were you going to get out of here?

Looking up, the cliff you fell off of must have been at least 50 metres tall. You just had to hope that Bucky was actually coming for you and you wouldn’t wither away to nothing. Or the car would explode and kill you in seconds. The thought of that made you shuffle away the best you could from it.

Slowly you moved to be sitting at the base of a tree, the adrenaline finally leaving your system and forcing you to push through the pain. You sigh as you lean your head back, your half slitted eyes watching the puffs of breath that leave your now cracked lips. You didn't realise how cold it was, and decided to tuck your arms into your hoodie to try and keep warm. Someone will be coming for you. Maybe you could just rest your eyes for five minutes . . .

“Y/N. Y/N. Goddammit, answer me Y/N. Where are you? Speak to me.”

Your eyes slowly peeled open, grimacing at the sunlight beaming over your face. The sun was beginning the rise, and the fire that had previously engulfed the car had turned into a small kindling. Your body was shivering and you almost fell back into the peaceful sleep before a static voice broke through the early morning birdsong.

“Y/N, speak to me.”

Bucky.

He did come for you. Of course he did. He promised he would always save you. But when you looked around he wasn’t there.

It took you a few moments to realise he was speaking to you through the car. Huh. That AI must be good for something after all.

You attempted to call out to him, but your voice was hoarse and quiet. You were in no state to walk to the car, so you swallowed in an attempt to clear your voice.

“Come on, I know you’re there. We can’t find you until you tell us where you are.” He sounded distressed, and tired. He must have been looking all night for you. The thought of Bucky searching hopelessly for you made your chest hurt - or maybe you hand broken a rib and punctured your lung. He had always had a soft spot for you, even if he didn’t want to admit it. And he cares so deeply about all of the members of the team. He hates seeing anyone injured or pse and does little things to cheer them up, and he never asks for any praise. That’s what you like about him - he’s a good samaritan.

“Bucky, I’m here.” Your voice sounded like you had been clubbing all night, and honestly right now you’d choose a killer hangover over a broken foot anyday.

“Y/N, oh my God. What happened to you? Where are you?” His voice was cracking and freezing, and you knew you didn’t have long until the car would eventually shut down. Or maybe he had been crying. You hoped that it wasn’t the latter

“I fell over the cliff. Northside, I think. You should be able to see the car.”

It was quiet for a while, and it wasn’t until you heard his voice again that you released a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding in.

“I see you. We’re coming down. Don’t move.”

You chuckled lowly, wiping some fresh blood from the corner of your mouth. “I don’t plan on it.”

How he got down to you you don't know, but you were just so glad to see him standing there in his tactical suit. His eyebrows were laced together in concern and he wore a scowl, but you could see the relief in his eyes. You flashed him a smile in return, holding onto him as you stumbled when you tried to stand.

“Can you walk on it?” he asked, wrapping your arm over his shoulder. His free hand gestured down to your obviously injured foot. You shook your head no in response. He supported you as you walked, though you wouldn’t exactly count it as walking. More like dragging.

“What happened?” he questioned. You looked up at him to see his steel blue eyes staring back at yours; he looked upset.

“Found the suspect. Chased after him, but he had backup. I hope I got a few good shots in, though.” It was painful to smile with your dry lips, but you manage to regardless.

“The one from the facility a few weeks ago?”

“Mmhmm,” you answered. “Couldn’t let him get away, I know how upset you were that we didn’t catch him.” He helped you onto the quinjet that was waiting for you, sitting you down on the makeshift medical bed.

He chuckled softly, helping you lift your leg up. “You didn’t have to go after him alone. You could have waited for me.”

You smile back at him, ignoring the pain in your leg as an IV is hooked into your arm. The medicine slowly began to kick in and you finally got to relax. Bucky took a seat beside you, his elbows resting on his knees.

“I was worried sick. I thought you were dead, or had been kidnapped. What were you even doing out here at that time?”

“I wanted ice cream.” you answered quietly. He laughed at that, throwing his head back and sitting up straight. You smile at his laugh. He never laughed often, but you always managed to make him do it.

“You’re something else, doll.” You smile in response. You were starting to feel drowsy as the pain medication slowly seeped into your veins.

“Please don’t tell Tony about his car. I can’t afford to buy him a new one.” you mumble sleepily, and Bucky can’t help but grin at your almost childish state.

“I won’t tell a soul.” he promises. You nod, as if satisfied with his answer.

“Get some rest, doll. I’ll be right here.” Bucky says softly. You mumble a thank you, rolling your head to the side as you quickly fall asleep.

Bucky watches fondly, his hand resting on your knee and drawing small circles with his thumb. He had a ghost of a smile on his face for the rest of the journey home. Honestly, the second FRIDAY alerted him that you had sent him a message his stomach dropped. He knew instantly that something was wrong. He hadn't even told anyone he was leaving to find you for whatever reason at the coordinates, and it wasn’t until Steve had gotten alerted that one of the quinjets had been taken did he tell him. But now you were safe.

However, you had gotten injured for Bucky. And that hurt him. He would normally feel guilty, but seeing you safe comforted his conscience. You wouldn’t want him to be upset, and he wanted to be there to support you when you woke up.

Leaning back, he relaxes in his chair. It’s not long before the calming steadiness of your breathing and the heat of your leg under his metal hand lulls him into a sleep.

God, you really are something else.

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The Lonely Man (Ghost of Tsushima one-shot, Part 2.)

The first one-shot which leaded to the other one: H E R E

One-shot description: Tsushima had found its peace again - Kotun Khan and his men had left the island, the Mongolian invasion had ended. Yet its remnants were sure to last in your home for a long time.

A/N: The warning from the first one-shot still stands. No matter how hard I will be trying, there will be some cultural mistakes, because I am still an European. But just like before, I will do my best to make it as accurate as it will be in my strenght to write the best continuation to the first part I’ve posted like two weeks ago.

Word count: 5.5 K

Pairing: Jin Sakai x female reader (He HAS a strong chaotic-bi energy, but he's talking about girls in the hot springs, so... 👀)

Warnings: xx

It was a few weeks since the spring finally started and since the peace had finally stumbled into your homeland again. It was true - after a long winter, the sun rays finally felt like gentle tickling on your skin. The beaming sunlight was warming you up, making you feel relaxed anytime you had the time to sit in the garden. Just like you hoped previously, the garden next to the farmhouse has bloomed beautifully. The trees had bloomed to be colorful - there was a few Sakuras, which were planted as already grown trees, were pink, so it was putting a smile on your face when the smile leaves flought by.

Yet there also were small trees with red leaves that barely reached your waist. You didn't know what kind of trees it was, but it was making the gardens a wonderful place. And the flowers were making you even more wonderstruck as you inspected and sketched every one of them when you had a while to do so.

A lot of people expected that as soon as the Mongolian invasion comes to an end, which came true ever since it was rumored that Kotun Khan's head was exhibited in the Shikamura castle, the geisha households will come to an end with it as the women will move to bigger cities to have bigger money and better clientele. But it soon became apparent that this wasn't the case. It seemed that the geisha ladies decided to live in the household even if the invasion ended and there was no need to gather in one place.

Although it was a big, former farmhouse back in the day, the mistress was planning on expanding it. The girls could travel to meet their clients from the household, but they would finally take in other trainees and appreciates as well, which would surely be amazing. If this plan would work well the geishas on Tsushima island wouldn't have to worry that their craft would end. This way, they could pass their knowledge on. While you were still living at the household, during the ordinary mundane jobs. You were still going for rice and other kinds of food, but at least, now you had a smart cart and a horse. You were still cleaning up the floors, doing the laundry, and cleaning the dishes.

This was your work. This was what you were doing every day, so you weren't even complaining. Yet even if you sometimes didn't even stop during the day, even if you sometimes took a bath at the hot springs and sometimes, you joined the geisha classes to learn new things, the man sometimes still crept to the back of your head.

It was a long time since you've seen him. It could be many weeks, it could be months. The timelapse from his departure was just running by. Ever since the morning Jin had left, you've heard a lot of stories talking about the legendary Ghost. His progress with repressing the Mongols was publically known and heard about. Your personal favorites stories about the Ghost was the ones talking about him searching for the legendary gear of the old samurai masters, finding bows, and the rumored sets of armors scattered and hidden across the whole island. He still was talking to foxes, following them around to learn all the secrets of Inari.

Yet sometimes, worse news got to your ears. Jin was holding the Mongolian invasion back, almost singlehandedly, yes, but his methods were scary and almost brutal. From the intensity of said stories, it could be heard that Jin was probably falling deeper and deeper into this dark situation around him, which was quite saddening you. But how could you help him? You couldn't just travel through the whole island and tell him to stop.

But when you were thinking about him, you were wondering... Was he thinking about you? Or was it exactly how you thought it will be? Did Jin forget about you as soon as he left the farmhouse on the back of his horse? Yet those were the question you knew you will never have your answers for. Life was just the way it was.

You were a girl who was in the right age to find her a husband, to settle down, and to start a family on her own. Yet it was hard for you to like the boys of your social status ever since you've met Jin. There were nights when the warm breeze reminded you of Jin's touch, there were moments when water or sake reminded you of the man's kiss. Shadows creeping on the curtains and shoji reminded you of his moves. But over time, you knew that you'll forgive Jin. All it was to took was time.

As the spring progressed, there was a young fisherman walking around the house more and more often. First, everyone thought he's just walking around, dreaming about the girls he can never have - but soon enough, you realized that it's not the case. In fact, he was trying to gather the courage to speak a woman of his social status. One morning, he came over to you when you were doing the laundry by the river and introduced himself. It was a nice guy, you had to say. His goal was obvious.

The boy's name was Eiji and his intention with you was to court to you, making you fall in love with him. It was very noticeable he liked you a lot - he was nervous whenever he came around to talk to you. When you tried to joke around, Eiji got shy and he almost didn't know how to respond. Which made you think about Jin even more. When you joked around with Jin, he carefully joked back. And his carefulness wasn't originating from being into you with his whole being - it originated from your social statuses being too different to go at each other with open and offhand jokes just like that.

Yet Eiji was completely clueless at times. You thought it's sweet and slowly, your relationship started to deepen. It was just a natural conclusion that he wanted to get married to you after some time. But... Were you ready for such a big step? Marriage wasn't consisting of engagement of any sorts at the time - it wasn't even legally documented that man had married a woman. All it took was you to move into Eiji's household and to stay there to legitimize your marriage. But there was where the hitch with this whole relationship took the first hitch.

You weren't sure enough to take the next big step. Right at the time, you've been doing pretty well. There was this place you've been the happiest in possibly the longest time. The girls were taking good care of you and you were free to leave whenever you wanted. But... Submitting yourself to a man, bonding with him to create a family.

Or... Was it just your uncertainty about leaving your freedom behind? Couldn't it be something else? When you were refusing Jin's offer, you've told him the following: if you'd meet again sometimes in the future, you'd know that it was the destiny leading you on the same road once again.

Since your family was very keen on honoring the spirits, you've always believed that something like a destiny exists somewhere out there, provided by the almighty universe and spirits watching over you.

Maybe you were hoping that destiny will lead the man back to you, now everything was solved. Jin could be the samurai once again who would soon get married to someone of the same social status, continuing his life for all you could know.

There was no certain and reliable information to trust, regarding Jin Sakai. Some said that he killed lord Shimura. Some were saying Jin didn't kill his uncle, but walked away from the whole Bushido codex since he had violated it so many times. There were people who were saying that Jin Sakai felt so ashamed, that he left for Japan on a small boat, as he got killed by the sea.

His spirit was everywhere, everyone was talking about the man. Yes, he surely turned into the rumored Ghost. A Ghost which followed you on every step and the Ghost, who was ways lingering on the back of your head.

Yet after some time passing by, the marriage seemed like the best solution. The girls had their suspicion about what happened that one night when the samurai asked for your companion, but falling for a man after one night seemed to be dangerous.

Eiji was there for you for long months. The boy brought multiple flowers and small gifts, like new materials to make new clothes out of. He was extremely sweet and noticed the small things you liked, always focusing on them.

After long weeks of the girls talking you down to marry the guy, you agreed to his proposal. But to keep at least some kind of remnants of your freedom and pride, you wanted to have some ceremony. You wanted to have a ceremony in the geisha house, since the mistress was the closest person you had to a family member, just like the other girls.

And everyone seemed to be very excited about this event. It all could be easily explained - this was the first real, happy moment since the Mongolian invasion had ended. It was natural that everyone was going over the top with the preparations. The girls helped you with sewing the nicest shiromuku you could make yourself.

They also managed to get you some top tier fish meat to make food from, and the biggest present was sake brought from a man named Kenji. It was the best sake you had ever tasted.

Yet as all the preparations were coming to an end, another rumor started to go around the place where you lived. A strange man entered the valley where the farmhouse was located - and people were getting a strange feeling from the man.

He was, without a doubt, a ronin. But what was making him strange was his straw hat, the remnants of a group of soldiers, who joined the Khan. But... Why was the person even alive? It was rumored that every Strawhat was killed by Jin Sakai.

Naturally, out of fear and respect, people didn't stop the stranger on his way through the farms and villages. And for a reason, you were worried that somehow, the man will crash your happy day. Which, for a reason, seemed to be a real option.

It was even the biggest thing you were nervous on the morning of the ceremony. The man was on your mind the whole time - when you were dressing up, at the time when the Shinto ceremony was prepared, even throughout the time you were walking through the house, feeling the last remnants of your freedom slipping through your fingers. And that was surely a thing you didn't like. It was just moments from when the ceremony was about to start - soon, someone would come for you to lead you there, as you'd start to conceive Eiji as your rightful husband, living with him until the end of your days, doing everything with him.

Honoring the spirits, taking care of the home, take care of children, cook the food, and... There was so much thing you were about to do on a daily basis. Yet it was like a cycle that would be repeating itself every single day. It was the one thing over and over again which was making you freak out. Until you heard some excitement going around in front of the very house you were waiting in.

Someone was trying to stop someone from talking to you, but the other person seemed to be unstoppable. Soon, the shoji flew open and at the same moment, you sprang up on your feet. A feeling of uneasiness and fear struck you as you looked at the masked ronin standing in front of you while Kohaku was trying to make him leave the room so he wouldn't make you too nervous or distressed before the ceremony.

The man appeared exactly as the rumors described him to look like. Which, on one hand, was the first time you've seen a rumor coming true for the first time. He, indeed, was wearing a straw hat covering his whole face and a worn-out yukata along with airy, comfortable trousers. For a reason, his inner palm was resting on one of his swords as he turned his face at you. A thought flew over your head.

Was this person here to kill you? Could someone hear about your connection to Jin Sakai? Could he be looking for revenge? If that was so, which was highly doubtable, the person was surely seeking revenge at a bad place. Jin didn't care for you ever since he left your settlement. The man won't likely even know that you would be killed. Which, in fact, was very sad... But true. Yet instead of that, the man just fell down on his knee, showing you his humility and respect. With scared expression, you looked back at Kohaku standing outside, wanting to oust the man out.

"I just wish to speak to you, lady." - The man barely spoke out, having you nervously spinning your fingers around as you didn't know what to do. Well, if he'd like to kill you, you'd be already dead, right? He had quite some time, about a minute, to slice your throat or to murder you in any other way. So, there was a possibility that he maybe doesn't want you dead. After a minute, you nodded at Kohaku, closing shoji to have at least a hint of intimacy.

"If you wish to speak of Jin Sakai, I don't know where he is or what is he doing now. I don't know any other reason why would you visit me on the day of my wedding." - Was all you told him as you lounged around the room to take a sip of water to hide the nervousness that was hugging your whole brain. But the man was still on his knees, having his head lowered in front of you to prove to you, how vulnerable he was. And, in that moment, you heard the words which you were thinking so much about.

"You promised that if we'd ever meet again, you will admit that this was all destiny's doing." - The man spoke out a bit cleared than before. With these words, you turned back at him. Your heart almost jumped right into your neck when you realized what he was indicating with the statement. Hoping it's him under the hat, you walked in front of the man, unmasking him with shaky hands. As soon as you saw the black hair, your fingers wanted to do only one thing - to dip into it, to caress it, and to tug on it, just as you did before. - "I'm just staying true to my word, Y/N." - Jin whispered and put your palm on his cheek to feel the caress of your skin again. He was still beautiful as if he hadn't aged a day since the day you've seen him for the last time. The only change from the man you've seen such a long time ago was that this Jin had a scar on the left side of his face, yet in your eyes, he still was almost breathtaking.

With a happy sigh, you got on your knees as well, putting even your other palm on his cheek. A smile lightened up your face as you absorbed every small part of his face with your eyes and your fingers - just moments before he kissed you. On his journey, ever since he left your farmhouse, he was honoring every shrine he had met, hoping he'll meet you at the end of his journey. And there he was, after a long time of traveling the mainland in the shadows, hidden from the eyes of his own people. Yet nothing seemed to change in the way you embraced him or the feeling your kiss had woken inside of him.

"I was... I was worried that you had died, Jin. I was horrified." - A mumble left your mouth when the kiss had ended. Jin, until that moment, didn't notice you were crying the whole time he was stealing the kiss from your lips.

"It's very complicated, my dearest." - He answered, slowly leading his palms on the beautiful clothing you were dressed in. It was special to see normal people evoke a Shinto ceremony. Usually, the wife you moved in with the husband, starting a family. Yet the dress was suiting you - making you look innocent, even if the man had to smirk when he realized he already stole your innocence. At that moment, Kohaku stormed into the room again - yet when she realized who was the man leading his palms over your body, she bowed with the deepest meekness. - "Lord Sakai." - Was the only thing she got out. Jin didn't answer, yet he got on his feet and stopped the lady from bowing even lower.

"I am no lord now, lady Kohaku. You must've heard of it by now." - He smiled shyly, stepping away from Kohaku once again. With deep sadness, your mistress nodded, sighing. - "I did hear about what happened, yes. But apart from your uncle and the shogun, you were the only one who fought for the ordinary people, so in my eyes, you will forever be the lord I know you as." - Kohaku explained simply, backing to the door again. - "I will tell the others about your presence, my lord, to make them understand why the ceremony will be delayed." - Kohaku addressed and left you both in the empty house.

There was something else she was saying with her words. She won't only tell them that the ceremony will be late - she was about to tell Eiji, that no wedding will happen that day. Women were very sensitive to picking up the words and signals that weren't said out loud. And the day Jin left the house on his horse, she immediately picked up what happened the other night, although the never spoke of the issue out loud. Why should she? It was a private matter. You, without realizing, never were the same once lord Sakai left the farmhouse.

"If it's complicated, sit down with me and tell me what happened to you, please," - You asked and invited him to another room, which had opened shoji leading right to the garden, so you both had a nice view. Without asking, you poured the man some sake to make him more relaxed, even if your presence was already doing enough. You checked your privacy three times to know it was safe when you walked behind the man to massage his shoulder, bringing the yukata off his shoulders enough for you to plant a kiss on the nape of his neck.

Jin slowly started opening up, starting exactly on the day he had left you on the farmhouse. He spoke of his friends, Yuna and Taka, of the sensei Ishikawa and even told you rather intimate information about lady Masako, the only survivor of clan Adachi. He spoke of the fight against the Mongols... Until the first beats of his uncle being disappointed in him started to hint on how the story will end. At that moment, his back was leaned into your chest as you held your arms entwined on his chest.

"It was obvious that nothing will be as it was before, I could feel it. His gazes, words, and behavior started to shift heavily. It was breaking my heart apart, yet at that moment, I couldn't take anything back. It was all done, I've already stepped from the journey of honor to save what was remaining after the Mongols stormed through my homeland." - Jin sighed, putting his palm over your forearm to smooth it without paying attention to it. - "Shogun marked me as a traitor and sent my uncle... My own family and blood... He sent my father to kill me as a punishment for both of us."

"While you're sitting here with me now and he isn't, did you kill him, Jin?" - You whispered, gently pushing your fingers under the yukata on his chest, putting the center of your palm on his heart to feel it beating. Yet the man shook his head, watching the sakura in front of you. - "No. While I may have no honor, I wouldn't ever kill my own family. I left him there because I couldn't do it. Yet now I have no family, no honor, and no-one else left. I am a wayfaring ronin on his way to... Somewhere."

This wasn't true and he knew it. He still had Yuna to accompany him. - "You have me." - You whispered after a small while. - "I promised that if our paths ever cross again, I'll admit that this was all evoked by destiny. And here you are." - Your arms around his body tightened. Jin smiled at those words, holding your forearm tightly than before. - "You have a life here, Y/N. I have no right to take it away from you. I came late." - Jin squeezed your arm one more time before sitting up to look you in the eyes. His lips gave you a saddened smile as he rose his palm to smooth your jaw.

"What are you going to do now, Jin? Where are you going?" - You asked, catching his palm in yours as you pressed a peck into the small valley on his palm. - "Well, now I visited you, I will most likely hide somewhere in the mountains to wait for another chance to protect my country, leading a lonely life aside from everyone." - Jin described openly to which you stood up, taking the upper layer of the dress off, standing in front of him in a black yukata and pants similar to his. - "Stop, this is not what you want." - Jin tried to plead you, catching your palms in his.

"I always dreamed of a small house aside from everyone and a peaceful, quiet life. I wanted to marry this man because you weren't coming and I was horrified you might never come." - You answered before kissing Jin to shut him up for a moment. - "Go for your horse, I will wait at the other end of the garden." - Was the last thing you've told him before you left.

The man did exactly what you wanted him to do - he, again, put his straw hat on to cover hid identity, walking out of the house where Kohaku was already waiting for him. - "Lady Y/N is very distraught, please, let her take a moment before starting the ceremony." - Jin bowed to the lady and she repeated his actions, pushing some food she packed for both of you while she told everyone that you had some oppressing matter to attend to.

"Take good care of my girl, lord Sakai. Keep her safe and happy, may the spirits look after both of your souls." - She smiled before turning on heels, walking into the house you were at just minutes ago. And she found exactly what she thought she'll find - the upper part of your wedding dress was laying on the ground next to a half-drank sake. And in the distance, she heard a horse riding off, presumably with both of you on its back.

Presumably, it was Jin's choice to come back for you, yet he'd never meet you if there wasn't for destiny. Your choice of complying with it was one of the best you've made. Life in the mountains granted you both with a great deal of privacy, so you could bond deeper, getting to know each other more close. So close you had started a family after some time, which was the best thing that ever happened to Jin.

Clan Sakai had its successors. He had children of his own to which he could pass his knowledge, knowing that when he leaves the Earth one day, the destiny of the Sakai family will be secured.

Sometime later:

The coffee shop was literally brewing with life. You adored having a shift on days like these - the sun was shining, so people were in a good mood, they were snickering, giggling at laughing and most and foremost, they left you some good, generous tips. Every buck could help you pay off the college loan you were currently fighting with. Sure, having a degree sounded nice, but it was actually expansive to study it when you had no-one to help you with it. And no-one would tell you this beforehand.

With a small smile, you leaned your elbows to the wooden desk behind you, as you started to play with your small notebook and pen, which you used to write down the orders of your customers. That day, you had quite a lot of people coming in to have your delicious sundae with hot raspberries and strawberries. Your workplace sure as hell wasn't the biggest in the town, but you liked it a lot. It had a nice, family-like atmosphere and most of the workers were nice people to work with, which was the reason why you didn't have even the smallest problem with coming to work.

On the other hand, a man was running late on his family lunch. But the craving for a cup of coffee was stronger than he was, so when he spotted the first coffee shop next to the road, he stopped there, leaving his sister in the car. - "Jin! Come on! Uncle is going to kill us" - She cried out of him and it almost seemed that Jin was really coming back to the vehicle - just to get his wallet from there.

This man was unbelievable - dressed up in his leather jacket and with a man bun, he was looking quite ridiculous in the eyes of his older sister. - "Wanna something too?" - Jin leaned his elbows to the opened window on his side of the car, having his sis rolling her eyes monumentally at it. - "Then watch the car and don't drive away with it, yea?" - The man patted the hood before running inside the coffee shop. As soon as he spotted a waitress standing by the countertop, he headed straight to her, not looking at her in the first moments.

"Hey, hey." - He got out with heavy breathing. - "Do you make take away coffee? Please, tell me you're making take away coffee." - A man spoke at you, barely looking at you, seemingly being in a time press. Your eyebrows arched at the question. You hadn't got someone like that every day if you had to be honest.

"Sure, I can make you a cup of our take away coffee, if you want to call it like that. Chill out, are you fine?" - You asked the man with worried, watching him being dressed up in a leather jacket on a day like this one was. It was too hot to have such clothes on. But in the between, you moved behind the cash register to have access to the coffee brewing machines. - "Yea, I was just without caffeine for too long and I'm... Really... Craving... One."

At this moment, the man noticed you for the first time. Yeah, he kinda knew that he's talking to someone the whole time, but at that moment, JIn looked directly to your face for the first time. And the first thing that struck him was that he knew you already. Your face was almost awkwardly familiar to him. But Jin was fully aware of never seeing you before. You were beautiful, eyecatching and something totally out-of-the-world for the man so much, that he forgot how to speak or listen to what you were saying.

"Excuse me?" - He asked you back, jumping in the middle of your monologue. Your eyes widened as the man interrupted you in the middle of naming your offer, having you completely forgetting what you were speaking about. - "I was asking you about what would you like to order." - You mumbled, looking at the man back.

Something was telling you that you've seen him somewhere. These lips were hard to forget about - and you've memorized them from somewhere. Almost as if you already had kissed them one day. The eyes and the entirety of his face... Where the hell did you meet this guy? - "It wasn't this sort of excuse me. I wanted to ask..." - "If we had already met somewhere?" - You finished with anticipation. This conversation could go two ways - either, he'd think you're a total creep or he would be thinking about the same thing as you were.

"Yea. Exactly. Do you have that feeling too or am I going nuts?" - The man's face lit up with a huge smile, which obviously had you smiling in a second too. Quickly, you shook your head and confirmed the weird feeling inside his head. - "Good. Now, for the coffee, I would like a latté with double milk, please." - He finally placed his order and you, since you got through the stranger phase pretty quick, pointed your fingers at him, wiggling your eyebrows. - "I'm on it, chief." - You winked, having the man's eyes watching every move you made.

You moved with such grace that it was hard to take his eyes off of you - it was so hard that Jin had to lean his arms next to the cash register since he wasn't able to turn around from you. There was this force that was simply making the man gravitate toward you, even if he hadn't ever felt like that before. Any girl he had previously dated or slept with never had him gravitating towards them. It didn't matter if they were somehow considered prettier, had better jobs, or whatever, any of them didn't for these reactions out of him. Again, he got lost while you were obviously talking to him.

"Excuse me?" - He woke up from his small trance again, still leaning his upper body the countertop. - "I was asking if you're alright. But now, I almost want to ask you if you're staring at my lovely bottom." - You repeated yourself, finally finishing his order. With a small smile, you took the cup to your palms, searching for a black marker.

"Isn't this against the company policy or something?" - "What is?" - "Flirting with a hot costumer." - The man smiled at you daringly, shoving a strand of his hair behind his ear. As you finally found the marker, your cheeks started to go on fire as you shook your head unbelievably.

"As long as the hot costumers don't mind it, it's not taken as a sexual assault. Come on, what's your name?" - You pushed the cap on the stranger's cup. The man straightened again, putting both his hands on the countertop. You watched as he childishly bit his lower lip, tapping some sort of a melody into the wood. - "Wouldn't you wanna know?" - His playful voice teased you, but just moments after that, you put the cup in front of him, naming the amount of money you wanted from him. Without any word, he paid and even gave you a pretty generous tip, But when you gave him the receipt, the man took the marker and wrote his name and his number on the back of it, giving it back to you.

"And what should I do with this... Jin?" - A victorious smile lighted your whole face up as Jin was already walking back to his car, where his pretty nervous sister was sitting. - "I think youre smart enough to figure it out. My offer is today at eight p.m., so give me the deeds as soon as you decide." - He winked before he turned at his heels, walking straight to the car.

The whole exchange was definitely that once-in-a-lifetime one because you rarely met someone who would make you feel like you knew them from the very first moment you laid your eyes on them. Who knew? Maybe it was destiny showing himself even centuries after the moment you've met someone for the first time. Well, that was pretty crazy to start with, but... Who could really know?

#jin sakai #jin sakai ghost of tsushima #jin sakai one-shot #jin sakai imagine #jin sakai x reader #lord shimura #the tale of the ghost #well here you have it

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｡ yang jungwon x reader (ft. jay & heeseung); supernatural au, vampire au, 90s au.

in winter’s wake is the absence of light, and it takes jungwon a walk through town & a conversation with you to realize that maybe one can find warmth in the darkness.

includes: angst (like,,, a lot), vampire!reader, gn!reader, vampire!jungwon, vampire!jay, mentions of a physical attack, mentions of blood & death, is hinted that heeseung is missing. please read at your own discretion.

notes: a bit of context before you dive in! reader, jay, & heeseung are family friends who grew up together within a hidden society of vampires who aim to abstain all brethren from committing malicious intents (the diner at the beginning is where they hold meetings); jungwon is reader’s schoolmate & jay’s best friend who happens to be unluckily bitten & turned. if you guys have any more q’s pls feel free to drop an ask/comment! hope you enjoy~

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OCTOBER 1997.

The sensation of the worn leather seats against Jungwon’s skin is familiar—so achingly familiar that there’s a glimpse of him and his family eating in this diner, in this very same booth, all cheese-coated smiles and crescent eyes. There was that time when he was twelve, too; jests between childhood friends and bacon fries being hurled at unsuspecting faces.

He waits for that small scintilla of warmth in his heart, for joy to take its home in between his ribs once he’d unearthed this forgotten chamber of memories, like it always did when he looked back on summers long past; but dread swims in his stomach, ebbs in his veins because he wishes he could go back, wishes he’d stayed at home on that very night, wishes he’d pressed his parents harder to let him go that highschool in the city so he would never have seen this town again and—

“If you stare at that wall any longer you’re going to burn a hole right through it.”

He starts at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening a fraction as he switches his gaze from the peeling cream wallpaper to your figure struggling to carry a pile of books, and he sinks back into his seat, saying to himself in the quietest murmur, “I can do that?”

You hear it, though, and a mixture of a scoff and a chuckle escapes your mouth as you hug your textbooks to your chest, moving backwards to close the backdoor where you entered and nearly tripping over a rug as the words slip through your teeth unheeded: “We’re— ow, shit— vampires, Jungwon, not Superman.”

Amid your struggle in closing the door, you don’t notice how the silence deepened inside the empty diner, how echoes of laughter from bright-eyed children outside the building roll off the slippery black-and-white tiles and rattles Jungwon’s chest as his hand shoots up to brush against the area beneath his jaw, and he’s never felt so… hollow. You stop. Because there’s something wrong. You turn and look at him, cursing yourself stupid, stupid Y/N; haven’t you learned?

“J-Jungwon, I—” you stammer, moving abruptly to where he is but you stop when he lifts his gaze up to you, and there’s something inexplicable etched on his face that makes you feel a pang, and you take a breath. This is the same boy who used to toss you a smile every time he saw you by the bus, who actively tried to make everyone smile after the exams, all gentle eyes and dimpled grins, you’re all going to look old if you keep frowning like that; you all did your best, at least be proud of yourselves!

Carefully, you take the seat across him, your readings forgotten as you set your books aside to focus on Jungwon, his mouth drawn into a straight line, and the quiet presses against your lungs and it is almost painful—before you can say anything at all, the raucous laughter booming from outside steals your attention, and you both look out the glass front of the diner, searching the ocean of people blurring into a kaleidoscopic blur.

A red bicycle is the first thing you spot, then a kid with their face bunched up in joy, laughing at their friend, who seems to have tripped over their makeshift ghost costume (which is really just a blanket with two holes for eyes), and the sight brings you back to the first summer you moved into this neighborhood; a bad back from hours’ worth of sitting in a car, new lives and new faces and new lies, eyes that were too tired to belong to a thirteen-year old’s, and maybe you just wanted to give it all up.

That day you arrived at this town you thought of running away before anyone could even see you; before they could even ask where you were from or before anyone could notice the memory that loomed behind you like a shadow, clouded over your eyes like a distant nightmare—you thought of turning yourself in to the authorities (the moment they’d see your ring, they’d know what you really were), so that they would take you away and you’d never see the way Jay’s eyes softened when he looked at you because he will never forget how you stumbled that night when someone took a look too long at you (“It’s those damned creatures!” They’d screeched, crooked fingers pointing like knives) and how shouts followed you down the alleyway as you ran and ran and screamed because you didn’t want Jay’s last memory of you to be bleeding out from a wound on your arm in total darkness, death’s fingertips brushing against your neck.

You didn’t want to look at Jay and remember how you lost another part of yourself that night when Heeseung swooped in to take the blow for you, another brother gone in the mists of the night, taken by the hands of beings too horrid to be called human, and remember, in turn, how everything was your fault—how your stupidity was the reason why you moved in the first place.

You’d formulated multiple plans by the time they moved everything inside the house, sitting on the sidewalk with your eyes down, cradling your arm in a cast to your chest, whispers of clustered neighbours gossiping about the new residents and about how they’re all too young to be living by themselves! and how “badly hurt the kid was by the street”; don’t you think they look a bit… odd?

Heaven knows what you could’ve done if you’d heard more. You were on your heels when they began talking about Jay, one more remark would’ve sent you running down the roads if it weren’t for a battered pair of white trainers coming into your line of sight, and you looked up a little too fast, flinched a little too evidently. There was Jungwon, in a shirt too big, with his hands on the handlebars of his bike (one that looked exactly like the one you’re seeing now), ignoring the rushed whispers of Jungwon, get back here! and what are you doing? as he gazed at you with a shy smile; over the next few weeks, he would invite you to play with him and his friends every time you happened to cross paths, pass you knowing looks whenever someone pulled pranks on the teachers, sit next to you and tell small stories of his family and share sliced tangerines, try to forge paths when all you did was burn bridges, just as you did with every other person who tried to know you (to protect yourself or them, you really didn’t know).

But Jungwon was the first ever person who succeeded: who, through those seemingly small and trivial things, helped you think that maybe, just maybe, there’d be a chance for you talk to people without once fearing for your life (without thinking of the masses determined to hunt your kind down); who made you feel, even if just for a few minutes, that you could live normally—even if you knew you couldn’t.

So you lean back into your seat, gaze still cast outside, and you find that the words escaping your teeth are the very same one Jungwon offered you all those years ago:

“D’you mind taking a walk with me?”

Although the skies are beginning to take a hazy amber hue and the sun’s slowly taking refuge behind the slanted roofs of the surrounding homes, it’s the brightest Jungwon’s ever seen the town; the buttery-orange light from streetlights dotting the lanes spilling down onto the street, painting starcrossed lovers and disheveled kids alike in a golden glow, and a smile involuntarily pulls at Jungwon’s face when he smells the tanghulu from a nearby stall. “It’s been a while since I’ve had those.”

You snicker, nearing the vendor who sends you both a grin. “Jay used to be crazy for these; he’d buy four sticks all to himself after school and it’d be gone after seconds.” You smile absentmindedly, reaching for two sticks, “Heeseung had to yell at him to—”

Jungwon looks at you when you stop, and he doesn’t miss the way you falter slightly, handing him the caramelized treat with a softer smile, and he remembers the picture of a young man hanging inside the diner; he thinks of asking who he is, but there is something somber in the light in your eyes, instead he thinks about how many times you’ve had to stop yourself before a name unknown to him comes tumbling out, before painful memories come streaming in, and his jaw clenches slightly. “Thanks.”

You continue walking around the square, smiling at the innovative costumes of bystanders and letting the breeze momentarily soothe you, and all at once it seems like nothing and everything has changed. From the run-down vinyl store to the crabapple trees, he’s placed parts of himself in every crook; his childhood hidden in the creaky swings in the playground, remnants of his first love nestled amongst the fallen leaves in the forest a few miles off, and his heart aches because everywhere Jungwon looks he’s reminded that he’s no longer him, that the bright boy from a few weeks ago is gone, and he’d never be able to be that boy again no matter how much he wants to—seeing fragments of he used to be is more pain than he can bear.

He doesn’t even register halting, but now he’s staring down a narrow alleyway, taking long, shaky breaths.

“So what now?”

He turns to lock eyes with you, and you don’t have to look twice to remember that this is where you found him that night, a dozen questions in a single gaze. What’ll become of me? Of you? Of us? Of our survival and of the people we love? What now?

“I don’t know,” you whisper, half-hoping your words would disappear with the wind, but Jungwon hears it clear as day and he tenses, but you force yourself to continue: “I wish I could tell you that everything’s going to be okay, but I can’t. I don’t know.”

The quiet slips back between you as he sits on the pavement, but this time, instead of letting it swallow you whole, you settle beside Jungwon silently. “I’m sorry. You’re hurting so much right now and— I…” the words are disappearing swiftly, but you’re grasping onto broken syllables because no, you won’t let another person lose the hope in their eyes. Not again.

Not when they’ve given so much light when you thought the darkness was all you had.

“You’ll go through battles that’ll break even the strongest people, Jungwon,” you look at your hands, “you’ll experience things that’ll hang over you for— well, forever. Maybe the last thing you want is to have us around. One word, Jungwon, and I’ll get out of your sight; but I want you to know that you don’t have to face this alone.

“I can’t promise that the pain will ever go away, but Jay and I, we’ll be here for you through it all. Even if it feels like the world is crushing you to pieces, don’t ever give up on yourself—we’ll fight for you. With you.”

The wind picks up, and it breaks through Jungwon’s hair as he stares at his half-eaten tanghulu—his mom would’ve called Jay by now, asking how his day went and if Jungwon “gave him any trouble”, just as she’s done every autumn break when she’s on her business trip, as Jay gives her the same answer every time: Don’t worry about him, ma’am. I’ll protect him with my life. I promise you that.

“What if I lose?” He asks, “what if I end up losing my battles? Would staying with me have been worth it even if we don’t make it?”

“Without a doubt.” You shrug, gazing at him sky, “because you are worth fighting for, Jungwon.”

You’d have to get back soon; you bite your lip and hoist yourself up, getting ready to return to the diner, but not before sending one last look to the pensive teenager. Jungwon watches your retreating figure in silence, your words ring in his head over and over again. You are worth fighting for. He wishes he could do that—to plunge himself headfirst into darkness knowing you may never see the light.

But maybe one day, slowly, but surely, he’ll learn to never fear the dark.

#enhypenwriters #enhypen #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #yang jungwon scenarios #enhypen x reader #i-land x reader #this is so so late i’m sorry enhypenwriters admins :(((#but after weeks of struggling w/ personals + shitty internet + writer’s block—i present to you this jungwon fic :D #yes i know this is bad i’m sorry dhjsjexinendnd #remind me to never write angst again pls

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