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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Love and Chocolate

TITLE: Love and Chocolate

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: mooncat163

Imagine Loki occasionally wanting to be clingy to you. On the days where he doesn’t have missions, he’ll follow you around the house, helping you but also taking the opportunity to touch you when he can. You give him a faux annoyed glare, but he simply grins at you. Anyway, you’re a sucker for Loki so it can’t be helped.

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: none, just fluff

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When you woke in your bed early one morning, you expected to wake alone. After all, you’d gone to bed alone the previous evening. Now there was a large body next to you, sprawled out on the opposite side of the bed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight as you slowly sat up so that you wouldn’t disturb him.

If someone were to mention Loki’s name, they would immediately think of the taciturn brother of Thor, the one who’d tried to conquer the planet. They wouldn’t think of him as being soft and gentle, or even patient.

That was their loss, though, you thought, as you very carefully brushed a strand of his dark hair away from his cheek. All the better to have him to yourself.

When you left the bed, you silently drew the curtains, and closed the bedroom door before padding quietly to the kitchen. He’d just returned from a mission and was likely tired, so you wanted to let him sleep for as long as he wanted.

You moved around soundlessly while making yourself breakfast, intending to cook for him when he did get up. You should have known better though, and smiled softly when two arms circled your waist from behind. Loki’s large hands splayed out over your stomach and he pulled you back into his chest. You leaned back into him while tilting your head to the side so that he could kiss the curve of your neck.

“Good morning, pet,” he breathed, sleepily.

“Good morning,” you replied. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home yet.”

“Hmmm,” he murmured. “We got home rather late, but I came straight here.”

“A pleasant surprise, then.”

You felt his smile against your skin just before he kissed your temple. He didn’t let go while you continued to cook, at least until you pointed him to the tea kettle.

“The water’s hot. What would you like to eat?”

“Waffles,” he replied, almost immediately, which was what you’d been making anyway.

“Okay. Sit and relax, yeah?”

So he did, and you finished making the waffles, and brought them, plus a bowl of sliced fruit, and chicken tenders to the table and sat with him. You both ate in silence until he’d finished his first cup of tea.

“Do you have any plans today?” You asked.

“None, other than spending time with my sweetheart,” he replied. “You?”

“Well, there is this certain prince that I’ve been seeing...he might not appreciate that I have another fella over.”

Loki laughed softly at that, knowing that you were comfortable teasing him. There would have been a time in his past where he might not have recognized the joke.

“But really, I’ve taken a few days off. I wanted to do some cleaning, and thought maybe I’d try my hand at baking…”

“Cake?” Loki interrupted, suddenly very interested.

“Well, bread, actually, but I can bake a cake, too, while the oven’s hot.”

“Splendid!”

If there was just one thing that Loki enjoyed more than pranking the Avengers, it was sweets, specifically chocolate cake. He could eat a whole one all by himself, which you found out quite by accident. You’d made a double layer cake the first time that he’d been to your home. You had cooked dinner for him, and then served the dessert. He evidently enjoyed it, so you told him to have as much as he liked, and then you watched, rather bemused and awestruck, while he finished it off. After that, you tried out other types of cakes, but chocolate emerged as his favorite.

After eating, Loki stood beside you at the sink while you hand washed the few dishes. He dried them and put them away, and then stood behind you to hug you quickly, or to kiss the nape of your neck.

Once that was done, you got dressed in order to start on the list of chores you wanted to get done today. So, old mail was scanned or shredded, books were placed back on the shelves, the bed was stripped and made with clean sheets and covers. When you’d finished making the bed, Loki scooped you up and fell across it with you. You scolded him while he laughed, then he started tickling you until you were breathless.

“No cake until I get my chores done!” You gasped, trying to catch his wrists. “And no magic, either.”

“Spoilsport,” he chuckled, but helped you up anyway.

He wanted to help, so you set him to dusting, and folding the laundry as it came out of the dryer. When he lingered over your unmentionables, you tried to rescue them, but he ended up playing ‘keep away’. He was too tall for you to reach them, and he wasn’t ticklish when you tried that tactic. So, you again threatened him with no cake, so he relented. You then quickly took the tempting items to your bedroom and put them away.

“I swear you’re like a child!” You told him, exasperated.

Loki merely shrugged and grinned at you, unrepentant. You couldn’t help but shake your head, but you did give him a quick kiss before starting on the next tasks. He vacuumed while you mopped the kitchen and bathrooms, and then everything was done.

He stole another kiss while you washed your hands and took out the recipe for the bread you wanted to make. Before you started, though, you handed him your tablet.

“Look here, and find something you like.”

You showed him how to search Pinterest, and how to save cake recipes that caught his interest. That kept him engrossed while you started on the bread. He would occasionally glance up to watch for a couple of minutes before going back to his search.

“Molten lava cake!” He finally announced.

“Sounds delish,” you replied, while you were busy kneading the bread dough.

Loki came up behind you, with his arms inevitably coming around your waist, while he watched over your shoulder. After a moment, he kissed your ear before nibbling at your lobe. You couldn’t push him away without getting flour all over him, but you did manage to elbow him just once.

“Behave and I’ll wash your hair.”

Loki perked up at that. “Conditioner, too?” He asked, hopefully.

“If you want,” you replied, “but you have to let me get the bread ready to bake.”

“Alright,” he sighed, reluctantly letting you go.

“Why don’t you check my pantry and pull out the ingredients for your cake?”

Once you had the bread dough set aside to rise, you double checked the ingredients, then started putting everything together. You decided to use small ramekins so that you could save some to bake later in the evening. Loki watched intently, until you handed him the batter bowl. He wasn’t sure what to do with it until you scooped some of the remaining batter and put it into your mouth.

“My mom always let me lick the bowl,” you explained.

He followed your example, and then smiled. “I’ve never done this.”

“I’ll make sure to let you have it when I bake again.”

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Later, once the bread and cakes were done, and after the evening meal, you and Loki relaxed in your large tub. You’d brought a plate with two of the cakes, which were still warm, while Loki carried wine and two glasses.

Now you were curled against his chest while you fed him bites of the cake between sips of wine. You’d washed each other’s hair, and now rested together. Loki had his hand on your neck, and would pull you close for a kiss, or for a nibble on your neck or earlobe. In turn, you ran your hand over his chest or down his arm.

“What are you thinking, pet?” He asked, softly, when you sighed and put your head on his shoulder.

“Just thinking,” you replied, uncertain whether you wanted to voice your thoughts.

“About what?” Loki ran his fingers through your hair.

“About how much I love this certain prince that I’m seeing.”

Loki’s hand stopped its movement, and you were sure that you’d made a mistake in telling him how you felt. He set his wine aside in order to have you look at him.

“Truly?”

When you nodded, he smiled and kissed you until you were breathless.

“Your certain prince loves you, too,” he said.

Loki tightened his arms in order to hold you close when you sighed again. He scooped a bit of the chocolate filling, painted your lips with it, and then kissed you again.

“Especially when you taste like chocolate.”

#Loki #Submitted one shot #Lover #God of Mischief #Doodle #imagine #submission #love and chocolate #mooncat163

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cryptidshuffle · 3 years

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the less we say about it the better - chp 1

ao3

Rating: Teen Fandom: Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self Aware Relationships: Tommy Coolatta & Gordon Freeman, Tommy Coolatta/Gordon Freeman (pre relationship) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary Character Death(its benrey dont worry hes ok), meta about deaths and respawns, arguing about the rules of uno, gay pining, Mutual Pining, fellas is it gay to comfort ur friend who u love and are both boys?, also fair warning it'll eventually be a poly ship with benrey, Autistic Character, Autistic Tommy, ADHD Gordon, everyone is gay and trans, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: “after everything we’ve been through we deserve a few mental break downs.” they are trying to recover after black mesa, but recovery is hard. especially when one of you is still dead

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They had been out of Black Mesa for a few weeks now. It was difficult trying to acclimate to life after the incident, but they were all making it work.

The science team had gotten together for some sort of game night, something cathartic about being around others who share the same trauma. Anyways, snacks and Uno was just as chaotic as one would imagine with this group of chucklefucks, with competitive tensions high on the last round of the night.

“You can’t stack the draw 4 cards, Gordon,” Bubby argued, smacking Gordon’s hand just as he placed the card.

“Says who?”

“It’s literally against the fucking rules of the game,” Bubby said back.

Tommy agreed with, “It is in the official rules, Mr. Freeman, they- Mattel confirmed it on Twitter.”

“But that’s dumb!” Gordon argued back, “I’ve always played where you can stack those, why change that now?"

Bubby retorted, “Well maybe you’ve always been playing wrong, huh? Ever thought about that, smartass?”

Dr. Coomer chimed in with, “Well on the official page for Uno (card game) on Wikipedia, the free online encyclopedia that anyone can edit, it states that

The following official house rules are suggested in the Uno rulebook, to alter the game:

Progressive Uno: If a draw card is played, and the following player has the same card, they can play that card and "stack" the penalty, which adds to the current penalty and passes it to the following player.[4](Although a +4 cannot be stacked on a +2, or vice versa.)[6] This house rule is so commonly used that there was widespread Twitter surprise in 2019 when Mattel stated that stacking was not part of the standard rules of Uno.[6]”

“Well, there you have it,” Gordon exclaims, interrupting Coomer’s Wikipedia infodump, “Just because it’s a house rule doesn’t mean it’s not a legitimate way of playing."

“What if I don’t want to play with that rule, that’s fuckin stupid,” Bubby grumbles.

“Jesus ok, I'll play a different card, happy?” Gordon says dejectedly, taking back his controversial draw 4 card for a more innocuous one. “It’s your turn anyways.”

Bubby throws down his last card onto the pile. “I win fuckers!!!! Ahahahahaha!"

“You wouldn’t have won if you let me stack the fucking cards,” Gordon said as he threw his losing card pile onto the coffee table.

“Don’t fret Gordon! Bubby is just extremely good at card games,” Dr. Coomer replied.

“You're forgetting I’m a goddamn genius, that extends to my sick-ass Uno skills,” Bubby bragged.

Gordon chuckled, watching the two older scientists get up to leave, and watching Tommy remain, quietly cleaning up the uno deck into neat piles to place in its box.

“Well gentlemen, it’s been fun, though I think it’s time Bubby and I better get going!” Dr. Coomer said.

“No problem, don’t want you two to be late for your old man early-bird breakfast at Golden Corral tomorrow!” Gordon teased.

“Shut the fuck- I’ll kick your ass,” said Bubby.

“Hello Gord- Actually our old man breakfast is not until Saturday! It’s the one day a week I let loose and unhinge my jaws at the buffet like a Burmese Python!” said Dr. Coomer as Bubby grabs his coat and keys.

“That sounds absolutely horrifying,” Gordon laughs.

“It really is,” says Bubby. “Well, see you later asshole,” Bubby says, herding himself and Coomer out the front door.

“See you guys later,” Gordon says.

“Goodbye, Gordon! Goodbye, Tommy,” Coomer also says, before they leave Gordon’s apartment.

Tommy had yet to get up to leave, he stayed sitting in his seat staring into space, and fiddling with the Uno card deck.

“Hey Tommy, you alright man?” he asked gently. At the mention of his name, he was shaken a bit out of his stupor.

“Y-yeah I'm fine Mr. Freeman, why do you ask?”

“I mean you were kinda just staring into space for a bit, and you didn’t say anything when Bubby and Coomer left.”

“Oh shit. Sorry about that, I’ll get out of your hair,” Tommy said, starting to move to leave.

Gordon placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, if something’s bothering you, just know I’m here if you wanna talk about it,” Gordon comforted.

Tommy blushed slightly at the contact and nodded.

“Thank you. I-uh… I’ve just been thinking about things that happened back in Black Mesa and, you know,” he pauses to think for a bit, and sighs, “honestly I’ve been thinking a lot about Benrey.”

Just at the mention of him, Gordon felt his stomach drop with the weight of too many emotions.

“Yeah...I uh… I understand,” he responds with a sad sigh, “anything in particular you’re thinking about him?”

“I don’t know just kind of- Earlier I started thinking about how much he would enjoy game night. And then I started to miss him and realize that- that he’s not here. I feel guilty about killing him and upset at what he did. He was still my friend and I just- I want to know why he did what he did. I just want to understand,” Tommy said.

Gordon looked away as he thought about his own emotions regarding Benrey. He was undeniably angry with him, for getting him ambushed by the bootboys, for getting his arm cut off, frustrated with the constant taunting. Yet… he also felt guilty for some reason and he couldn’t quite place why. Gordon really didn’t want to feel guilty.

“Yeah…” Gordon sighed, “I'll be honest I do feel guilty about it too. I don’t know why because I feel like it should be justified since he did try to kill us. But there were times when him pestering me about my arm felt like… like sincere questioning? I still… I don’t know.”

“Yeah… I think-” Tommy cut himself off, staring at a fixed point in his vision, trying to decide whether or not to bring this up.

“I don’t think Benrey understood how human mortality worked.”

Well, that wasn’t what Gordon expected. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he was from Xen, Mr. Freeman, he wasn’t human. It was different for him. You remember he did die several times, but he came back eventually. He had to wait for his form to regenerate.”

“Wait-” this time Gordon cut Tommy off, “Oh shit, that wasn’t a joke? For some reason I just assumed his talking about respawns and shit was part of his Epic Gamer bit?”

“I mean it was a little but I think… there’s probably a reason Benrey attached himself to video games so much, yeah? He can see himself in the structure. Like, uh- something he can relate to.” Tommy says. “It doesn’t excuse what- what he did, but I feel like knowing why things happened makes- makes them more understandable.”

Gordon leaned back on the couch blown away by the revelation. In hindsight it wasn’t that surprising but it took him a few seconds to come to terms with the reality.

“Yeah, when you put it that way, I guess it does make a lot of sense. Wait though, I swear to god all of you have died at least once, but you guys aren’t from Xen?” Gordon said, now confused about the seeming metanarrative of the mortality of his friends.

“Yeah, but those were weird Black Mesa things, Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said, not elaborating any more than that.

Gordon waited a beat for Tommy to explain more but he said all he needed to.

“I will ask you more about that later, but I do not have the energy to unpack all that right now,” Gordon said with a gentle laugh.

“Wait, getting back on topic real quick, why couldn’t Benrey just... respawn now? Did we really get him that good?”

Tommy looked incredibly sad when Gordon said this, and he regretted it immediately. ‘Damn it Gordon, Tommy’s clearly upset about Benrey, you don’t gotta be an insensitive dick.’

“Well Mr. Freeman, that’s kinda why I’ve been thinking about him,” Tommy said, “I’m not sure. It shouldn’t have taken him this long to respawn. Depending on the amount of damage it takes longer but… It’s been a while and what if- What if he is back but he is mad at all of us and that’s why we haven’t seen him? Or what if it is taking a really long time because we hurt him a whole lot. Or what if we…”

Tommy got quiet for a few seconds, the silence in the room was deafening. For an instance Gordon felt as if making a sound would shatter the air like glass.

Tommy finally said with a whisper, voice thick with choking back tears, “What if we killed him for good? And I don’t- I never see him again?”

It honestly broke Gordon’s heart how distraught Tommy was. Pushing his own complicated Benrey feelings aside, he was gonna focus on Tommy here and now.

“…Tommy, is it ok if I hug you, man?” Gordon couldn’t think of the best way to comfort the other man with words, but physical comfort he could do.

Tommy looked a little surprised at this ask but nodded. Gordon leaned in to hug the other scientist and Tommy collapsed in his embrace, completely breaking down.

Gordon just sat there and held him as Tommy sobbed into his shoulder, trying to comfort the crying man by rubbing circles into his back.

Gordon’s brain processed the things Tommy had said. Was Benrey really gone? Why did he feel guilty about the idea of having killed Benrey, he was fine with the concept during the final boss fight on Xen but now… the thought made him feel… sad? Regretful? Even his seemingly rational justifications didn’t seem as clear at the moment, only thinking of his fonder memories with Benrey.

‘Fuck this,’ he thought as he felt his own tears well up, ‘this isn’t about me, I need to focus on being there for Tommy,’ pushing his own feelings to the back of his mind to be dealt with later.

Tommy eventually calmed down enough where his sobs turned into sniffles, and he started to pull away from the hug.

“S – sorry for having a – a breakdown on your- on your couch Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said, the post-crying mental fog making his stuttering more noticeable. Tommy didn’t really have the effort in him to care.

“Don’t worry about it, man, after everything we’ve been through we deserve a few mental breakdowns,” Gordon joked trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh, that was nothing, Mr. Freeman, in terms of mental breakdowns that was as mild as a first-grade pizza party in the eye of a hurricane,” Tommy compared in a way that made little sense to Gordon, yet ridiculous enough to cause the man to burst out laughing.

“Alright I’ll take your word for it,” Gordon said, still laughing.

“I’m serious Mr. Freeman, once you have a meltdown so intense that you accidentally teleport yourself to an inter-dimensional void, the rest is a cake walk at the school fair,” Tommy said.

“Waitwaitwait- teleport?” he leaned back to look at him in surprise, “Since when could you fuckin teleport!” Gordon asked caught off guard.

“You know, learned some things from my Dad,” Tommy said, again failing to further explain himself.

“…Well alright. Yeah that tracks.”

Gordon was quiet for a moment before responding with, “You know, Tommy, I want you to know I’m here for you if you need anyone to talk to. You were there for me when I was at my lowest in Black Mesa, and I wanna be that friend to you if you need it,” he said giving the other scientists hand a comforting squeeze.

Tommy smiled, “Thank you, that means a lot Mr. Freeman.”

“You know you can call me Gordon, you don’t have to be so formal all the time Dr. Coolatta,” he teased.

Tommy blushed, ‘dammit why did he have to be so cute?’

“Wow Mr. Fr – Gordon are you really gonna make fun of my doctorate that I worked very hard for,” Tommy teased back, still a bit sniffly from crying.

“Dude, I cannot imagine you in college for some reason, what was your doctorate even in” asked Gordon, semi-jokingly, but still a bit serious.

Tommy laughed a bit, wiping the remaining tears away with the back of his hand. “Bio-chemical engineering. Creating Sunkist was for my thesis project.” Normally Tommy would be more then willing to infodump about the topic but he found his energy to be draining fast.

“What the fuck, that’s cooler than mine was. Us nerds in the Theoretical Physics department didn’t do any crazy shit like that,” Gordon said.

“Bold of you to assume I was a nerd, G-Gordon. I was the craziest guy in the frat house,” Tommy said.

Gordon’s memory vaguely recalls Tommy’s insistence that he “do something crazy” when drinking Darnold’s Potion of Grow Gun Arm.

“You know what, yeah, surprisingly I can see that image vividly in my head,” Gordon said. “Real talk though…” he said changing the subject and putting his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “Are you- uh, ok? Like feeling better?”

Tommy was quiet for a second, eyes flickering down to look at his fidgeting hands in his lap, before replying with, “I’m ok. N-not great, I don’t think, but I will be.”

Gordon nodded. “Tommy, if there’s one nugget of wisdom that I have to share, it’s that healing takes time, things usually turn out to be ok in the end. No matter what’s going on with Benrey…it'll be alright, I’m sure.” Gordon patted his shoulder for emphasis, “not the best advice out there but it’s the best I can come up with straight off the dome. And I don’t wanna seem like I didn’t try to help you out."

Tommy laughed gently, “Thank you Mr. Fr- uh, thank you Gordon. You did help. Even if- if your advice was a bit cheesy.”

“Whatever man, you can’t blame me for trying,” Gordon laughed, playfully shoving Tommy where his hand had previously rested on the other man’s shoulder. Tommy laughed in return. He only noticed the warmth of Gordon’s touch once it was gone.

Tommy absentmindedly noticed the time on the wall clock in Gordon’s apartment. Jesus, 11:30? When did it get so late? The older scientist really hoped he wasn’t overstaying his welcome; While he would love to just stay here and joke around, he had already bothered Mr. Freeman enough and was already exhausted.

“I- I’m probably gonna head back home now, I didn’t realize how late it was,” Tommy said, standing up from his spot next to Gordon.

Gordon nodded. He had the passing thought of offering for Tommy to stay but… maybe that was a step too far. ‘Tommy probably wants his space,’ Gordon rationalized to himself.

He nodded, “Alright, don’t let me keep you,” he said, getting up as well to help Tommy gather his belongings. Which, to be honest Tommy didn’t bring much but some snacks for the group, but Gordon just needed an excuse to do anything.

Gordon walked Tommy to the front door of his apartment, like the good host he was, opening the door for him.

“Thanks for coming over Tommy,” he said.

Tommy nodded. “Thank- thank you again for letting me talk about Benrey, I know it was kinda rough there at the end, but if you ever need to talk about anything… I'm here for you as well.”

Gordon smiled, “Thank you Tommy, I'll keep that in mind.”

Tommy smiled in return, “Have a good night G-Gordon,” he said turning to head to his car.

“Goodnight Tommy.” Gordon turns to head back inside, but before he does, he can’t resist one more jab.

“Thought you could teleport?” he calls out teasingly.

Tommy flips him off, which causes Gordon to laugh harder. “Gives me a headache,” Tommy called back, trying and failing keep a straight face.

Gordon laughs as he waves a final goodbye, turning back inside and closing the door after Tommy waves as well. His thoughts race as he gets ready for bed, trying to ignore his fluttering heartbeat as he lays down for the night.

Tommy shuffles his thoughts in his head as he drives home. The emotional rollercoaster of his already draining social interaction meter from the science team, his Benrey guilt, and his small crush on Gordon was just too much for one day. His hands clench and unclench the steering wheel, looking forward to collapsing in bed for the night, hoping his dad won’t notice he'd been crying.

Somewhere, in an interdimensional void far away from this reality, someone begins to shift awake.

#fanfic #hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #freelatta

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delicrieux · 4 years

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omg if u could write a lil snippet of reader using the skeleton key to get yancy out of prison? And hes all like 'but i just got yous outta here!' and reader insists that he leave with them bc they fell for him uwu

Hi! Can you please write something with Y/N being sweet and gentle with Yancy and how he would react to it? Thank you! (anon)

I need Yancy imagines in my life ASAP! ( @flyawayprincess)

I’m a simple person. With simple needs. YANCY FLUFF please. (anon)

i had to combine sum requests

Yancy is well liked in prison, though that is not to saythat the others grant him such…different kindness. They are friends, nay,family, and their relations are purely platonic, warm, and he appreciates everygrain of affection he gets despite never being able to admit it. He is hauntedby what he had done to end up here. And he is terribly lonely.

So when you had shown up with that strange unlikable fellahe didn’t even manage to catch the name of, he instantly realised that there issomething different about you. He was quick to recruit you, quick to realizehow beautiful your smile is, quick to remember your name and how had you saidit when you introduced. Everyone took a liking to you instantly. He…especially.

But you didn’t want to stay. You wanted to explore the worldand find every secret in it – he had realised so when you looked away from himwhen he extended his hand for you to shake as a formal inauguration into theircircle. There was hesitation, and hurt, and the plain fear of missing out on endless possibilities. You had refusedand he had tried to pretend it didn’t sting. His throat was dry. He had hoped…daredto hope…No, it doesn’t matter.

But he decided to help you escape. If life here was not toyour liking he will not chain you to it, despite this new found attachment. Youhad complemented him on his musical skills when you discovered him in yourcell. He tried not to stutter as he said “Thanks”, and you had hugged him whenhe told you he would help you leave. It was a tight hug, and he felt as if clayin your embrace. He was frozen for a good moment before, with a nervous laughand a “Yous’s the affectionate type, I see”, he hugged back, still hesitant.His heart was beating as if a wild drum in his chest. It had been long sincesomeone made him feel this way.

You smiled when you let him go. And suddenly cold herealised that this feeling will stay with him, forever.

Once you were on the other side of the fence urging him tojoin you, for a minute, the first one since he got here, he considered it.Actually, really considered it, imagining you in different clothes, differentsettings, the relationship the two of you could have… But the cold metal gateseparating you two was a stern reminder that he shouldn’t venture back. He leftfirst. He was sure he would never see you again.

Yancy is uncertain how much time had passed since he’d seenyou, but it wasn’t long – a few days, maybe. He had been staring into thedepths of the ceiling of his cell, his thoughts too chaotic, too nontangible.His head was starting to hurt. A few of his friends had tried talking to him,asking him to come back to practice, to eat, to join a beat up of a guard, buthe had refused each time, finding no joy in such activities. This heavy cloudof sadness will pass, eventually, but for now it weighs him down and he doesnot feel like moving. His cell is so plain compared to yours. This prisonitself seems just a little emptier without you.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

His heart jumps to his throat and he abruptly sits up,stunned. At first he thinks he’s hallucinating, he is almost certain of it. Butthen you smile and he melts a little and a wild thought occurs to him - you arereal.

“…(Name)?” He stands up, wanders to the bars as iftransfixed, “I don’t understand. What are you doing here? I just got you outand now—“

“Sorry.” You cut him off, “Sorry.” You repeat, glancingaway, “…Sorry I took so long. I’d been thinking that…That I didn’t want toleave you here. So I came back. To get you.” Slowly you reach into your pocketand take out a key. Wordless you put it in the lock and turn and the mechanismsclick click click and his heart skipswith each sound. Finally, you open the gate and extend your hand for him totake, “Come with me?” The question sounds a bit uncertain, but hopeful, “…please.”You add, quieter.

He glances back at his room, then at you, and the choice isso simple he almost laughs. He takes your hand and squeezes it gently and withthe action you both seem to breathe easier, “Lead the way, (Name).” He says,softly.

The future, for the first time in a long, long while is unclear.But he couldn’t be more excited for it.

#ahwm yancy #ahwm #markiplier #ahwm spoilers #ahwm imagine #yancy imagine #yancy x reader #requests #fluff #angst #reader #reader insert #a heist with markiplier #markiplier imagine #i cant seem to help myself with angst but its fluffy too!!!

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urlocalfrogmammy · 4 years

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i’ll see you at the movies—george luz

inspired by

a dark night in a camp mackall cinema leads to george luz and y/n making a promise they intend to keep

tik tok pulled thru w this song. it just screams george luz at me. warnings: my love of vintage movies and film studies are really apparent. word count 1.3k of pure george luz floof

it was the march of 1943, and toccoa felt a lifetime ago. camp mackall was the closest thing to luxury you had experienced since before you'd left home, especially in comparison to fort benning. fort benning made toccoa feel like a spa holiday. thudding your kit onto the closest cot you could, you flung yourself onto it. "tired?" perconte asked, quirking a smile.

"you have no idea frank. no idea."

"hey guys!" hoobler rushed in, "you'll never guess what they've got! heated showers!" you couldn't help but grin at hoob's childlike wonder.

mackall had one thing that stood out the most to you, and your boyfriend. it had a cinema. your love of movies had bonded you with george luz from the first mention of john wayne. you'd spent hours together that night, chatting about movies and chain smoking in the PX tent. soon it became a weekly occurrence. the men all prayed to all that is holy that the pair of you would just admit you were in love. christmas day 1942, luz held a piece of mistletoe over your head (god knows where from) and you finally sealed lips. the relationship was open between the men, but you kept it discreet with the officers, god forbid sobel ever found out. the pair of you held back on the PDA and the officers would turn a blind eye to it.

even the food was better than anything in the other camps. the mess hall was busy with people enjoying it. "so fellas, and lady," skip always made an entrance, "how are we finding mackall?"

"it's better than benning." malarkey's opinion was muffled by the potato in his mouth.

"anything's better than benning. i never wanna see another frying pan again!" you laughed at george's reference and squeezed his knee under the table. he smiled at this affectionate gesture, placing his hand over yours. "it's got a cinema," you piped up, "i'm glad of that." the men all murmured an agreement, george especially. you were both beyond excited. now you could both could go see some movies, some fresh meat for the pair of you to dissect.

a few weeks passed. you'd practice field exercises, none of which had ended well. sobel trued his best, you'd give him that, but his best wasn't good enough. there was a universal feeling between enlisted men and officers alike. you wouldn't last five minutes out there with him in charge. finally you were lay on your cot, on your belly with your eyes closed, when you felt the mattress sink. two of luz's knees were straddling you and he leaned down. "they're playing a new movie tomorrow. it's got rita hayworth in it. and fred astaire."

"yeah?" you mumbled, too lazy to move now that you were nearly asleep.

"yeah." george kissed the shell of your ear.

"sounds good, baby." you lifted your head slightly and patted george's arm before thudding back down and enjoying the feeling of a bed. you couldn't help but smile as you felt him hop down, and crouch next to your bed. "not even a sneaky goodnight kiss?" he asked, fake pouting. you complied, pecking him on the lips and he grinned at you wildly. "sweet dreams, angel."

you spent a whole day training. jumps were getting more and more complicated, with rifles and other small arms. when you got back, however, that's when the real shock came. everyone was a victim. sobel had raided everything, and confiscated anything he considered contraband. the barracks were trashed, sheets turned over, footlockers open and emptied. all your letters were gone. sighing, you slammed the lid of your footlocker down and felt like screaming. "you too?" george asked, crouching down next to you.

"yeah. every single goddamn letter. how the fuck is that contraband?"

"sobel's... he likes asserting his power doesn't he? he can scream at us all he likes now, and it doesn't work. he's gotta find new tactics." you were on the verge of tears. "cmon. let's go outside huh?"

outside the barracks, you could slip behind them and gain a little privacy. you stood together, george's arm around your waist, smoking together in silence. he rubbed circles into your hips gently and you rested your head on his shoulder. "what's the film george?"

"you were never lovelier." he said, blowing smoke out of his mouth. smirking, he leaned down and crooned: "you are always lovely y/n!" you smacked his arm playfully, stroked his face, and gave him a peck on the lips. his warm brown eyes spoke of his love for you, without him having to open his mouth. "i'm sad he took away my letters." you nuzzled into his neck. "i miss home."

"we all do." there was nothing more george could say to comfort you, you knew that, so he instead pulled you into his chest for a hug.

the cinema was packed, but george managed to snag you both a seat at the back. you sat between him and sergeant lipton, he gave you a warm smile and a gentle hello as you sat down. george grasped you hand tightly in the dark. as the film started rolling, you could feel the excitement building up in you, and in george. you were a far cry happier than you were before you'd sat down.

"that was a good movie." bill lit up a cigarette and nodded in contentment.

"that was an amazing movie!" george smiled, arm over your shoulder.

"i'd kill to be as pretty as rita hayworth."

"aw, baby, you're a thousand times more beautiful that she could ever be!" george pinched your cheek and joe toye pretended to gag, asking you both to get a room.

"you're all just jealous because your girl isn't as smart as mine!"

bill chuckled, "she ain't that smart."

"oh yeah? y/n, baby, tell them about mr acuña."

"he is disgustingly misogynistic, manipulative, stubborn, and controlling!" you turned around and started to jump where you stood, "but film recognizes he is a problematic character, even if he never receives any kind of comeuppance for his terrible behavior! that's important! the film uses mr acuña to teach us that even if how we treat people doesn't lead to a punishment it doesn't mean it isn't wrong!" huffing after losing all your breath, you watched as the men started at you in amazement. "that's what i think anyway."

"that's my girl!" george shouted proudly.

the PX tent was where it really got good. both tipsy and excited, you and george were swinging round the dance floor singing the shorty george. “good people i'm telling you!"

"that the shorty george is the dance to do!" the pair of you started to wildly dance, you trying to tap dance like rita hayworth did, george tipping his garrison cap like fred astaire. the men cheered and clapped at this performance, finding it almost as amusing as the film itself. george swung you around and you squealed in utter delight. you were intoxicated, not by alcohol, but by george luz.

the alcohol did get to your heads though. stumbling down the dirt track, back to the barracks, you stopped to stare up at the sky. “what is it baby?” george slurred, grasping onto your jacket. “look! the stars! the cosmos! the world... it’s so big!” you laughed manically. george pulled you flush to him and grinned. “yeah, it is! one day baby... no listen... one day, when you come back to rhode island with me—”

“if i come back to—”

“when! baby this isn’t a negotiable. but i’m gonna take you to every damn cinema in the state! and... and... yeah!”

“and... i’ll kiss you in every one!” he leaned in and pulled you into a kiss. it was sloppy, but the love and affection you held for each other was poured into it. george’s hands rested on your cheeks, yours on his shoulders. “i love you.” those three words slipped out your mouth before you could stop them. george just pulled away properly and smiled. “i love you too baby.”

#band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #george luz #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #george luz x reader #george luz x you #luz #luz x reader #luz x you

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yourstruly-clover · 4 years

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World Upon Your Shoulders

(Sophia, please don't kill me I've never written angst before I'm so sorry if this sucks, I might make it longer but I feel bad so here ya go @piper-koko-barnes-rogers )

“How do you do it?”

“What?”

“I mean...how do you do it Goldie. Manage to stay well, you.”

“What do you mean?”

“With all that Parliament and that Will fella do to-”

He didn’t have to look over to know the response. The king froze, the glimmer fading from his pale blue eyes.

“No. I’m not talking about..that. I won’t. There are things I will tell you Captain, but what goes on with them and me is nothing you need to know,” KG said sternly, getting up off the grass and starting down the path. He didn’t get very far.

“I’m not asking for that! Trust me, I have heard what goes on in there, be glad I haven’t punched one of them in the face. Just how! How do you not, not break with everything that they do?!” Laurie shouted, keeping a grip on the king’s arm.

“Just...how, Goldie?”

The garden stayed as silent as a ship on the open sea, the only sound being the gentle wind rustling the leaves of the trees.

KG took a deep breath, and gave a smile that barely reached his eyes. “I know I’m not who they want me to be. Some days I’m not who I wish I could be. But as long as they stay angry with me, I know I’m doing something right.”

And at the sound of a servant’s call, KG sighed. “You’re a good man, Captain, with a crew who’s problems you already have to worry about. I’d rather not burden you with me too.”

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The blue sapphire sky faded into a starless night, and that conversation from hours ago still stayed lodged in KG’s head. God did that hurt. He knew, he knew that was why he held on to who he wanted to be. Not His Majesty, King George. Just simply KG. But admitting it out loud, to another person at that, it hurt.

Knowing that Parliament, and William, they’d never stop trying to make him the way they wanted him to be.

They wouldn’t stop with their rules, and lockups, and nightmares forced into his head by magic. All their torture.

Having to realize this was the reality he would be stuck with for god knows how many more years, hurt.

Slowly, he lowered the hairbrush in his shaking hand, and with a sudden scream he threw it at the wall with a satisfying bang.

Then, a water bottle.

And a book.

And again a book.

Book after book, the slams against the wall mixing with the sound of screaming. He screamed until his throat was raw, and soon he fell to the floor, shaking and sobbing. No one would hear him anyways. No matter what he did.

At one point, he heard someone walk in. Slide down onto the floor next to him, and hug him close. KG didn’t care who it was really, a hug was a hug.

“Aw Goldie, shhh,” the man whispered, rubbing circles into his back. Through the tears, KG could see long red hair.

Laurie.

And the tears flowed harder, Laurie wincing at the sound of a heart shattering sob.

“I can’t, I can’t I can’t I can’t.”

“I know Goldie, I know.”

“I just want to feel normal, I want to be free! It’s not fair”

“Shhh. Breathe, okay?” Laurie ran a hand through the king’s golden hair.

“I never asked for this. What the hell am I doing wrong!?”

"You didn't do anything, okay? I doubt you could do anything. You're okay. You're okay."

For a moment the two sat without words, the dark bedroom being filled with sobs.

"Hey Jude.. don't make it bad.

Take a sad song, and make it better.

Remember, to let her into your heart.

Then you can start...to make it better."

He may not know anything by The Beatles, whoever KG insisted they were, but Laurie thanked whatever god was listening that he knew at least one song he could sing.

"Hey Jude, don't be afraid.

You were made to go out and get her.

The minute, you let her under your skin

Then you begin, to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain,

Hey Jude, refrain.

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders."

"I...I thought you didn't know their songs. You never knew who they were."

"Blame Archer for this one. Only song I ever liked by those beetle boys."

Softly, Laurie kept singing, singing until the sobs eased up and the king stopped shaking. All he did was take slow, shaky breaths.

"You okay, Goldie?"

"Not quite sure."

"Ah."

KG sat up, looking at Laurie for a moment. Laurie raised an eyebrow.

"Something wrong-

"Thank you," KG whispered, softly kissing Laurie on the cheek.

Hey Jude, don't let me down.

You have found her, now go and get her

Remember, to let her into your heart,

Then you can start, to make it better.

#Century Outcasts #SailorKing

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lady-olive-oil · 5 years

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Work Out: Chapter 7

A word: I told yall i was coming in with the feels this weekend!! Here is the next installment of Work Out.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,313 {WOOOO}

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Graduation day was approaching. The stress was high and I was ready to get this shit over with. A vacation was really needed and it wasn’t coming fast enough.

The upcoming divorce finalization; trying to finish up the album on time, lunch with the parents soon and visiting my daughters grave. I haven’t bright anyone to her grave, besides my friends, because I never thought anyone was worth it seeing someone near and dear to me be gone.

When I lost my daughter, my whole world turned upside down: my marriage was in turmoil and I lost myself. I’m thankful for the new beginnings I’ve been receiving but, I can’t help but wonder what it would’ve been like to be a mother. The upcoming weekend was one to focus on and I wasn’t about to fail now. My baby girl Delaney wouldn’t want that for her mama.

Destiny and Cynthia we’re setting up the community pool area for my party, which is being combined with my birthday for a convenience for everyone. Seeing all my friends and family together in one spot, meant the world to me. Florian was the icing on the cake to my never ending endeavors.

Being his girl, his queen, meant everything and even more so. He’s been there through it all and I’m just blessed to have him in my life. Seeing wall in with his friends, and my cake, pulled me from my trance.

Roxie leaned in close to my ear. “Girl, there goes your future baby daddy.”

“Rox come on now, you know I need a ring first. But I do like the idea of having his kids though.” All the kekeing that went down was seized by a very happy giant.

“Ladies, what’s with all the laughter? Did I miss something?” Feeling a strong presence behind me, I leaned back against Florian with a gentle smile.

“No not really. Just chatting with my good friend Roxie, you know girl talk.” With a slight shrug, I laced my fingers with his. Feeling in complete bliss with the man I love.

Chuckling gently, whilst placing a kiss upon my head he held me close.“Mhm. Well the guys want to meet you formally, if Roxie doesn’t mind.”

Roxie shook her head with a smile, before heading to the present table. “G’head you two. Don’t get pregnant now.”

“She’s a mess. But anyway, so I get to meet the boys for the first time? Whose all here?” I was curious yet nervous at the same time.

“She is, but hey getting pregnant wouldn’t be so bad would it? The guys are harmless.”

I had to stop him, before we continued. Looking up at him with sweet hopeful eyes, I didn’t know what to think.

“Before we go talk to them, you want to have kids with me? We haven’t talked about it but I’ve always wondered, what if.”

It was his turn to become nervous. His cheeks were reddened a bit, he scratched the back of his head and chuckled softly. “I do want kids with you, Gege. I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“We can always try, I'm down for trying. There isn’t anyone else in this world I would rather have kids with, than you.” Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, I felt him smile against mine.

Nuzzling our noses together, we continued our walk towards the firepit that held a hookah. “And I you, draga. We can talk about all this later tonight after the party. Ok? I really want you to meet the guys.”

“Let’s do it.”

The vibes of the party were flowing nicely: the drinks were flowing, the music was pumping and everyone was in good spirits. Leon, Sandro and Masias have been Florian’s best friends for years. Getting their approval of me was important, as my friends impression on Florian.

Over the course of the conversation, I noticed the boys had switched to their native tongue which was German. The only person in the circle that was formed that knew I was fluent in German, was Flo. I was in tune with the whole conversation, and then some.

Leon spoke first. “Es sieht so aus, als hätte Florian eine Königin gefunden.”

“er tat es sicher. Ich bin auch stolz auf ihn, das letzte Mädchen, mit dem er sich verabredet hat, war nicht so toll.” Sandro nodded in agreement, clinking his beer bottle with Leon’s.

“sie ist auch hübsch klug, brachte ihr eigenes Ding in Schwung. Ganze neun Meter hat er Glück.” Masias smiled over at Florian and I. I snuggled deeper into his side and felt at home and secure.

“Well thank you boys for your kind words and sentiments. I’m gonna get me some cake.” Placing a kiss upon my man's cheek, I saw the shocked expressions of his friends. I made my way towards the cake table, where I was greeted by my parents and siblings.

I could hear Florian’s booming voice, in the distance, erupting in laughter. “Did I mention that she’s fluent in German?”

“That would've been helpful in the beginning.” Masias playfully hit his best friends arm.

“Mom, dad. I’ve missed you guys call thanks for coming.” Hugging them both I teared up a little, realizing that my parents have done so much to make sure I was okay and in the right mindset. This battle with Jake, has caused me to go to the hospital with heart problems.

“3rd graffiti on, but second tuition I don’t have to pay for? Of course I’m coming.” My dad, always had jokes when it came to his kids.

My mom, to everyone Mama Sasha or Mama Shaw, kissed my head and held me close. “Pumpkin, you know we wouldn’t miss your big week. This was all done by your strength; determination and hardwork. For that we’re proud of you.”

“Thanks it means a lot to me that y’all are here. Where’s Donny, Luca and Leilani?”

“Right here!” The twins ran up to me and crushed me in a big bear hug, while Donny strayed behind while limping.

“Don, why you limping? Football?” Arching a brow, I smirked teasingly.

“Yeah I rolled it, while playing. I’m out for a bit, but I couldn’t miss your celebration week.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here. All of you, because this week I want y’all to have lunch with Florian and I. His parents are here too.

“We can do that. Private setting just us as a family, I like it. You know his mother and I talk a lot, I love her already.” Normally most people wouldn’t get past hello with my mom, so for her and Florca to even have weekly conversations is a plus for me and Florian.

“It’ll will be fun. I think we can have it in my house, on the patio since it’s bigger than my dining room.” Relaxing with my parents and siblings by the other fire pit, I glanced over at Florian a few times and blew him a kiss. I love that man more than anything, and we make each other better.

Florian’s POV

Winking back at Geneva, I felt my heart flutter every time she glanced at me. She has changed my life around even more so, and we build each other up. We’re each other’s rock and I couldn't have asked for a better partner in life.

Focusing back on the guys, I couldn’t help by chuckle. “I know I avoid I’ve told y’all she knew German, but what’s the point of spoiling the surprise?” Taking a sip of my beer, I could feel the guys eyeing me left and right. I could not fathom it at all with my laughter surfacing.

Glancing over at my lady once more, I couldn’t help but smile at how happy she is. I put that smile on her face: I’m the only that’s making her giggle every few glances she takes at me and I’m the reason she wakes up feeling safe and secure every morning.

We’ve had our moments where we have a small arguments here and there. But nothing too drastic, luckily we don’t go to bed angry.

The other night however we had a fight, more like a small discussion about Jake, and it didn’t go over too well. It keeps poking his nose in our business where he doesn’t belong, sending subliminal messages to Geneva about needing to leave me because I’m not good enough for her and her standards.

I had the right mind to go find him and beat his scrawny ass, but I held back for the time being because I saw him with Mandy out and about a few days ago. But no child in sight, that she so called had. Needless to say, what you put out in the universe is what you get back. Karma is going to bite them in the ass, and I want a front row seat.

As the months went on, I’ve gotten accustomed to Geneva’s neighbors, as they have with me. Mrs. Patterson from down the street, who loves when I come by to help with her groceries at whatnot. Then there was Donna and Apollo Valentine, who always enjoyed having Geneva and over for dinner. Speaking of the Valentines’, they had just arrived with a giddy gif the lady of the hour and a strange bouquet of flowers in a grey frosted glass vase.

I had to excuse myself from the guys, to greet the newly arrived guests. “Donna, Apollo. So nice of you to come by.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Florian. You and the guys did an amazing job decorating the place for Geneva. Speaking of which, where is- awe there she is!” Donna and Geneva had embraced one another in hug, and happy tears were shed.

Letting the women catch up, I had asked Apollo about the flowers. Not that Geneva didn’t deserve them, she deserves the world, but why were they in a vase?

“I saw some fella place them on the porch, a few hours after you two left the condo for the party.” He began. “He looked suspicious, yet familiar.”

“About this tall; tapered fade, face looks like he could mess up someone’s life? And did he by chance have a blonde with him, that looks like she has too many injections in her face?” I arched a brow, causing Apollo to chuckle at my use of words.

“Yeah that sounds about right. They just sat the vase on the porch and ducked out.” The further he explained, the more aware I became of the flowers.

Graciously taking the flowers, I went into protective mode. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll have to tell Geneva before she gets a hold of them.”

“Anytime.” Heading back to his wife, I made my way towards Gege. As soon as she saw the flowers, her eyes lit up.

“Flo, you didn’t have to get me more flowers. I love the red daisies and sunflowers you gave me.”

“These aren’t from me, draga.” As soon I told, he face fell. Who else would give her geraniums? The type of flowers she’s allergic to.

The closer she got, the quicker her facial expression changed. “Florian why do you have-” the sneezing began, causing a sneeze attack. “Geraniums?”

Covering her nose, she read the card as best as she could with her watery eyes. I had to get these away from her. “From your first love? Ah hell. Toss em, please.”

Doing exactly that, I also ran inside the house to get her medicine. What kind of sadistic asshole, would give their ex flowers that they’re allergic to? I swear I’m going to kill him myself. I’m tired of these games he’s doing to cause a rift between Geneva and I.

“Thank you love.” She took the allergy pills, with a swig of water, I was in deep thought a hit what could’ve happened to her if I didn’t think fast.

“Just so you know, I’m going to murder him if hurts you again. Let alone come near you.” Holding her close to me, I swayed her to the rhythm of the music.

“Florian. Don’t engage in his antics, please. I don’t need any more stress built on me.”

“Geneva I have to protect you from him. Who knows what he’ll do next, because-”

She gave me a stern look, filled with rage “Florian, I said no. Now go enjoy yourself with the guys, I’m done having this conversation. Ok?”

As she walked away, I felt defeated. I didn’t want her to be distraught with me, but I wanted her to understand that Jake can’t come near her and I was going to make sure of it. I guess it would have to be dealt with another time, maybe sooner than later.

-Geneva’s POV, 2 hours later-

After cleaning up; giving everyone love and hugs, enjoying everyone’s company and time, and just loving the vibes everyone gave off, it felt great to finally relax. Nothing but positivity, it was just what I needed and deserved after all the bullshit I’ve been through.

Jake was becoming more and more belligerent, as time went on. On top of that with the divorce being finalized soon, I have to deal with an overgrown Romanian child who doesn't want to listen at all.

I hated it when we fought. It brought the mood down for the rest of the night, and I didn’t want to go to bed distraught with him. I love him for god's sake, I’m in love with Florian and nothing will ever change that.

Hearing the TV boom through the halls, I knew he was in the living room watching a game. As I walked to the living room, I placed my hands on his shoulders, massaging gently. I had one of his blue hoodies and a pair of shorts.

“Can we talk?” My tone was soft, airy even. He nodded softly, holding my hand as I walked around the couch and sat on his lap.

Nuzzling into my neck, he sighed. “Geneva, I want to apologize for how I acted earlier.”

I kissed him tenderly, before gently rubbing the back of his head. “I want to apologize as well, my love. I shouldn’t have got upset with you earlier. I know we’re both going through a tough time, with this divorce and it’s taking a toll on not just me. More or so everyone around me, because I have a protective village.”

The look he gave, with his sweet baby blue eyes, was sincere and full of love. I snuggled deeper into his chest, taking in his warmth. He smelled of honey, pine and cinnamon. The aroma was comforting and intoxicating, like a campfire by a log cabin.

Even a heated blanket, draped over you after a long day freezing day. That new body wash I bought him, seemed to be his favorite. I dragged my nails through his beard, which he seemed to enjoy, by the sound he made. Looking like a cuddly grizzly bear, needing a good night's sleep.

“It has taken a toll on me as well, because I don’t want to see you upset and stressed out by it all. I just want this to be over, and I want to protect you to the best of my ability.” He rests his head against the back of the couch, keeping his gaze on me.

Reassuring him, I laced our fingers together and squeezed. “I know baby, I know. I just want you to know that I am capable of taking care of myself though. I’m a big girl.”

“And I respect that about you, and your drive. I can’t help but get in defense mode over people I love. Whatever happens to you; my friends, my family, my parents. I will stand by those who have always had my back and are wishing good things upon me. Negativity doesn’t fly with me.” He was being real and truthful. That’s what I loved most about him, along with his work ethic. He doesn’t half ass anything, unlike most people I know.

“I just want you to know that I will always be here no matter what happens. I want what’s best for you and I can’t wait for you to finally be mine.”

Holding his face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs against his flushed cheeks, “Baby, I’ve been yours. Regardless of my situation, I will always be your girl. Even after it’s all said and done, I wouldn't mind getting married to you.”

“Really? You would want to get married to me, after all this? After all the bullshit?” His tone was hushed: his nose was against mine, our breath was mingled as one. I chuckled gingerly, fully straddling his lap this time.

“Why does it sound hot when you say ‘bullshit’ like that?” I paused and saw a red velvet box. “Florian…”

How does one breath again? Because my breath was halted, by the presence of a ring in front of my face. It was my birthstone, a ruby red princess cut diamond. This man was always full of surprises.

“Now, now. This is just a step in the right direction, but I figured I’d do at least this. A princess cut gem, according to your mother and Leilani, for my princess. Happy birthday and congratulations on graduating, baby girl.” He slipped the ring on my left ring finger, even though I knew my friends would ask, and kissed my nose.

The ring was gorgeous. The intricate and vintage swirl design was perfect, around the stone that held it in place. Hugging him tight, and letting the tears fall where they lay, I have never felt happier in my life. “You asked my mom and sister for help? God you’re so fucking perfect, baby I love it and you, thank you.”

Placing kisses all on my face, he made me giggle.”I love you too. So much, that words can’t even begin to describe how much I love me some Genevieve.”

“And I love me some Florian. You’ve been so amazing with me lately, and I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in this dangerous game called life. This just makes us closer to a goal, that we will fulfill.”

Sealing the night off with a sweet kiss, we stayed snuggled against each other on the couch, just enjoying others company. Occasionally, I’d steal a kiss from him as he'd watch his game. Typical further wife things, ya know?

Finally graduating with my second degree, was going to be so rewarding with all the blood; sweat and tears, I’ve put into it. I have a much better positive force with me now, and I couldn’t be more blessed.

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Translations: loosely from google translate

German:

1) Es sieht so aus, als hätte Florian eine Königin gefunden.”

2) Er tat es sicher. Ich bin auch stolz auf ihn, das letzte Mädchen, mit dem er sich verabredet hat, war nicht so toll.

3) Sie ist auch hübsch klug, brachte ihr eigenes Ding in Schwung. Ganze neun Meter hat er Glück.

English:

1) looks like Floridan found himself a queen

2) He sure did. I’m proud of him too, the last girl he dated wasn’t all that great.

3) She’s pretty too. Smart, got her own thing going. Whole nine yards, he’s lucky.

#florian munteanu fanfic #florian munteanu x geneva shaw #florian munteanu #florian munteanu imagine #florian x geneva #geneva shaw #sevyn streeter #work out chapter 7

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xlovemusicalsx · 5 years

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Jack Kelly x Reader

A/N: This was requested by @our-favourite-fighting-frenchman

Thanks for the request, and sorry if it isn’t great. It’s also unedited, so read at your own risk :)

(y/n)'s POV

It was all fun and games, having a huge crush on Jack Kelly, until Katherine Pulitzer came around.

Katherine was the reporter that was covering the newsboy strike, and I was grateful for that. But it was clear that she liked him as more than just a friend, and he clearly felt the same way. They were all over each other, and the newsies knew it.

Which explained why everyone was talking about it today at Jacobi's. I felt my stomach drop with dread at the familiar feeling of my heart starting to race and my breathing speed up. I choked out an excuse of having to use the restroom to Davey, Les, Crutchie and Jack. I could feel their doubtful looks but I hurried off anyway.

I needed some air and less people, fast. So I nearly ran, tripping over myself to get to the dinky bathroom and locked the door. I leaned against the sink, taking in my appearance in the mirror. I was shaking, with messy hair and wild eyes. I looked like a wreck and knowing Jack saw that pushed me further into my spiral.

I hardly even heard a knock on the door, sputtering out a shaky "Occupied!"

"(y/n), it's Davey. Can you please open up?" There was another gentle knock, sending me flinching. I waited, silently, thinking for a minute, before walking over to unlock the door with shaky hands.

He immediately creaked the door open and took a step closer.

"Can I hug you?" He asked quietly. I nodded, reaching up my arms for him. I wanted to calm down and be normal for once. I just wanted out.

Jack didn't love me. It was clear now, but still painful to think. I didn't want it to be true. What about all the moments we'd had together? What about the late nights on the penthouse? What about him giving me his jacket during winter because I couldn't afford one? What about the secret smiles saved for one another, the platonic touches lasting a second too long?

Why would he throw all of that away for a rich girl who he didn't even know?

Sure, she was sweet, but jack and I grew up together. We had history that he never had with her. And he threw that away to look all goo-eyed at the new, pretty reporter with fancy dresses and soft looking hair. I was just one of the fellas to him.

Through all this whirling, spiraling in my head I could hear Davey, softly whispering to me. He rambled on but I could hardly hear him over the roaring in my ears. The thoughts in my head quieted when I caught some of the reassurances he whispered.

"I know it's hard right now, but I got you. Jack really likes you, he's just an idiot. He can't spot a good thing when it's right in front of him. You're an amazing newsie, and a good friend. He'll come around, I promise," he rambled on and on, and I felt some tension leave my shoulders, and my erratic heartbeat slow down a bit.

I got these panic attacks a lot, but Davey often calmed me down. He was kind and patient, which was a nice contrast for a best friend than my lead-you-into-danger, tough and rarely openly vulnerable crush. I leaned into his touch, feeling my breathing slow down.

"Are you better?" He asked after a while, a bit closer to full voiced now.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks, Dave." I answered, picking myself up off of the dirty bathroom ground. He quickly followed and flashed a smile.

"It's not a problem, (y/n). Jack's an idiot, he'll realize that he's driving you away soon enough." He stayed gently. I tilted my head and quirked an eyebrow.

"Why would he care? He's obviously in love with Katherine now, he doesn't love me." I told him incredulously. Jack didn't like me the way I liked him, I was starting to accept that as fact. I didn't need Davey stirring all this crap up in my head and getting my hopes up for nothing.

“Like I said, he’s stupid. For how often he talks about you, he sure is bad at noticing when he’s hurting you,” He said softly, rubbing my back in soft, soothing circles. I calmed down a bit more from the touch, looking up at Davey with even more confusion that before.

“He talks about me?” I asked, inching closer. I was starting to get my hopes dangerously high, but right now I didn’t care. I just wanted to know that Jack felt the same way, was that too much to ask?

“All the time. Hey, what about I go and get you some water? I’ll be right back.” He said, but I could see the glint in his eyes that gave away a plan in his head. I didn’t know what it was, but it was there. I nodded suspiciously, prompting him to get up and scurry away to do whatever he’d gotten into his head.

I waited, watching the closed door. I knew it was never busy this time of day, but I was still scared that I was keeping somebody out. Anxious thoughts like that were always running through my head, so I shook my head and hoped that if someone was waiting, they’d knock.

I was brought out of my thoughts when the door slowly opened, and I glanced over expecting to see Davey, carrying my half full cup from earlier.

I didn’t see Davey at all.

Instead there was Jack, looking down at my with a soft, sympathetic look. I hopped up, eyes widening.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll get out now-” I started, trying to rush past him with burning cheeks.

“I ain’t here for the bathroom, (y/n). Davey wanted me to talk to you,” He said, blocking my exit.

“Why the-” I started to mutter, but was again cut off.

“He said youse was jealous of me and Katherine?” His gaze was still soft with some unrecognizable look in his eyes, but her quirked a brow. My heart fluttered and my stomach dropped down to my worn down shoes.

“Well yeah, but don’t worry about it! It’s nothing, I swear.”

“She and I ain’t together, I want you to know that. I don’t like her like that,” he explained, looking me up and down. I felt my cheeks flush, but most importantly a smile made it’s way to my face.

“You don’t? Then why have you been so close lately?” I asked, and I saw a quick look of panic cross his face before he resumed his cool demeanor. He also wiped his hands on his pants, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“She wanted to help me confess that I like you. I get if youse don’t feel the same and don’t wanna be with me, but I really like ya. Youse the only one of the fellas I could ever see myself with.” He told me, gaining confidence back. My face broke into the biggest grin manageable, and as a response I just pulled him in by his vest and smashed out lips together.

It was awkward, and he clearly didn’t know where to put his hands, but it was magical. I didn’t wanna let go.

Funny that my first kiss with my lover was in a dirty old bathroom.

(1246 words)

#jack kelly x reader #jack kelly #newsies #newsies x reader #newsies jack #jack newsies #request #hannah writes a thing

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i-declare-a-kaggath · 5 years

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Verklempt for my favorite boy dax❤️

verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion -

(Oh this is excellent for him I’ve been itching to flesh out this snippet B^D)

“I think you need to have a talk with Mama,” Lörem said, resting his cheek on Dax’s head, rubbing small circles across his back. Dax pressed his forehead into Lörem’s chest, trying to hold it all in.

Lörem’s family was so…big. Brothers, sisters, cousins. Aunts and uncles and friends that seemed like family. Cathar must have been much more social–or rather, casually social–than Chiss. He’d been welcomed immediately, and had no idea how to handle any of it. Two of Lörem’s youngest siblings had attached themselves to Dax’s legs before he’d been there ten standard minutes.

It was all so overwhelming. But Dax had been cautiously hopeful until…what was her name? Aunt Sonda. Until Aunt Sonda had said those words.

“Of course we’ve come to Mama’s house,” she scolded a mid-maturity Cathar that mostly avoided Dax. “‘Round here we appreciate family values. What would cousin Lörem think if we didn’t come meet his new fella?”

Family values. The words fell like a cascade of ice and terror. Suddenly everything became too sharp, too loud, too focused. The warm colors burned into his eyes like they were lined with razors. Dax excused himself to the darkest, quietest part of the house. Lörem had followed.

“I don’t…I don’t think I can. I won’t fit in here. There’s too much–”

“Trust me, Dax. You’re gonna feel a lot better if you do. I’ll go deal with everybody else, you just wait here for Mama.”

The knock at the door was gentle as her voice.

“Dax? Can I come in?”

Taking a long, bracing breath, Dax opened the door for her. His face fell into cold neutrality, but he could feel himself cracking. Standing at a respectful, formal ready, his hands pressed fractionally too hard against his thighs as he tried to hold himself in. Mama closed the door quietly behind herself.

Rude. Disgraceful. Inconsiderate. He should have done that for her. The low light didn’t dampen the hot twinkling of silvery trinkets lining the walls. They were too bright, too sharp. It felt like they were cutting his eyes. Dax wanted to shut them, to cover his head and wrap himself up and stay there until the feeling passed, but he couldn’t.

“Lörem said you wanted to talk to me?” Mama pressed.

“I’m fine Ma–ah. Hm. Ma’am. I only needed to take a moment to…acclimate.” Quit muttering. Speak clearly. Don’t waste their time with your hesitation.

She took his hands from his sides, running her soft thumbs over his knuckles while she smiled gently to him. The casual touch was foreign to him. He tried not to recoil.

“It can be a lot, can’t it? A whole new planet, and people you’ve never met. Some of the younger folk can get a little rowdy. They’re excited to meet you, but if you need to take a moment there ain’t nothing wrong with that. Recon we do things a little different ‘round here, but our way ain’t the only way. If you need us to do somethin’ for ya all you need to do is ask.”

Her smile was the only thing Dax could handle looking at in the hyperclarity.

“I think, Ma’am,” Dax said, struggling not to clench his fingers, to hold hers tightly to him, “That I am the one who will need to behave differently.”

“Oh now don’t you worry about you, hon. You just be yourself, and we’ll love whoever that is. Our boy’s got a good head on his shoulders and we trust him to make his own decisions. If that decision is loving you, then we love you too. ‘Round here we appreciate family valu–”

He couldn’t stop himself that time. Dramatic. Unnecessary. Ridiculous. Dax struggled with himself and lost. Wrapping his arms around himself, he turned away from her.

“I’m not…I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Dax sweetheart, is there something wrong with what I said? I don’t want you gettin’ the wrong idea about my meaning.”

She didn’t touch him again. Didn’t command he look at her. He knew he should, that he was supposed to, but took refuge in the small quiet that he had while he could.

“I didn’t…I couldn’t fit into what family values I had before. And now…with everything so different, how can I now? I can’t be who I’m supposed to be. I can’t be…”

“Well now Dax, we do put an emphasis on family values, but you can’t get so wrapped up in family values that you forget to value your family."

He had to close his eyes. The too much of everything pierced into him. He could feel the tears, a sting that began in his throat as he clenched his teeth to hold it all down.

“Can I give you a hug, Dax?”

He answered with a nod, and sobbed verklempt into her shoulder.

#oops it got long #thanks for the ask!!#he is working on some things

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unchartedterritoria · 6 years

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Dangerous (Sam Drake x OC) - Chapter 4

If you don’t want to read it here, you can also find it here on A03:

Dangerous Chapter 4 A03 Link

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: Faith meets Jasper Nox, the Drakes and all hell breaks loose.

Faith carefully ascended the stairs of the museum clad in a midnight blue evening gown and matching heels, wondering for the two hundred and eighty-sixth time today why she was doing this. The sun had almost finished its descent of the day, bathing the night in an indigo hue while the city lights twinkled and streaked the approaching night sky. Faith had taken a cab, feeling too nervous to drive. A black-tie event was not her element at all, nor meeting with people she barely knew. She looked to the top of the stairs and breathed a sigh of relief, the fear of being stood up fading from within her as she set eyes on Sully, who was looking quite dapper in a jet black tux and matching bow tie. Sully eyed Faith up and down, letting a wolf whistle escape his lips.

“Well look at you!” He said, obviously very impressed. Faith grinned and began to blush. She looked down at her shoes and the blue dress. She remembered buying it three years ago for an old boyfriends company Christmas party. He had sadly broken up with her a week before the party, sadness not from mourning the loss of the relationship, but more that she didn't have an occasion to wear the dress anymore. Faith wasn't really a dress kind of woman, but she really liked that one so she was happy to take it out of its garment bag that afternoon and put it to use.

“I look okay? Am I dressed up enough?” She asked.

“Sweetheart, you look like a million bucks. I am one lucky fella!” Sully said, gentlemanly offering his arm to Faith. Smiling, she slipped her arm through his, and they headed towards the building. They passed through the front doors of the main lobby and down a side hallway. Faith recognized the glass atrium doors from a lecture that she attended here while she was in college. Her recognition stopped as she passed through the doors. Inside, the room was adorned with different deep colors, emerald green tablecloths adorned a dozen round cocktail tables while glass cases containing different archaeological finds of the Great Lakes lined the edges of the room. A dark walnut wood floor complimented the wine colored accents spread throughout the room. She glanced at the glass ceiling, unable to recall ever seeing chandeliers from her previous visit. Dozens of people in elegant attire were scattered through the rooms, mingling with sharp-dressed waiters passing hors d'oeuvres. Faith glanced at the faces in the crowd and spotted the city mayor and started to think that exhibit openings were a bigger deal than she ever thought they could be. Sully skirted them around the edge of a small dance floor towards the far edge of the impromptu bar that had been set up for the evening.

“Nate!” Sully said as he approached a trio of people standing at the end of the bar. Nathan Drake looked up, a relieved smile replacing his nervous one as he excused himself from the older couple he was talking to and strode towards Sully and Faith.

“How ya doing kid? You're lookin' good!” Sully said, embracing him in a quick guy hug.

“I'm alive and upright, so I can't complain too much,” He replied. He ran a hand through his russet colored hair. He turned to Faith, an impressed smile on his face.

“You must be Faith, Nathan Drake, ” Nate said, extending a hand. Faith shook his hand, trying to hide the schoolgirl giggle that was forming inside of her as he said her name. Nathan Drake was a good looking man, she couldn't deny that. Faith gritted her teeth together underneath her friendly smile, keeping her composure. Nate looked at Faith's dress and turned to Sully, looking rather impressed and questioning.

“What can I say? I still got it,” Sully replied smugly.

“Ah you cradle robbing bastard,” Nate said with a grin. Faith, cluing into what was being insinuated, grabbed Sully's arm and leaned into his chest.

“Oh he wishes,” she said with a chuckle and confidence that she wasn't used to having.

“So, where's this book you want me to look at?” Nate questioned.

“Let's move this to somewhere a little more private, yeah?” Sully said. Nate nodded in approval and headed towards a doorway off the side of the atrium. As they approached, the door swung open. A burly looking man in a white suit reminiscent of Colonel Sanders strode out the door, stopping suddenly in front of the trio. A bushy auburn mustache perched atop his thin lips while long copper red hair hung down his back in a ponytail. He had a deeply weathered face which made him look much older than he was. In one hand he carried a walking stick, in the other a top hat to complete his ensemble and to hide the mangled hand that it was held in. He was missing his last two fingers completely while the remaining others looked as if they had been broken and never set right. As they stopped suddenly, Sully instinctively reached for Faith's arm, pulling her back gently, as if to put some distance between her and this stranger.

“Victor Sullivan, long time no see. What are you doing up in these parts?” The man asked, his deep voice accented with a southern drawl and a big grin. Faith, noticing the sudden rigidness in Sully's posture, took a cautious step nonchalantly back behind him.

“I was in town on business, thought I would catch up with Nate here,” Sully answered simply. The man's eyes lit up and darted between the two.

“I thought you two were out of the game, you're not planning a reunion tour now are you?” He asked eagerly.

“Nope, strictly a pleasure visit. I should ask you the same thing Jasper, you don't normally stray too far from Georgia.” Nate questioned.

“I financed a couple of the excavations near Fort York, and I just wanted to make sure that everything was going to a good home. It really is amazing what you can find underwater.” He said, a large smile across his face and his dark green eyes landing on Faith. His eyes were purely predatory, despite the smile, which made anxiety flush through her. The light streaming down from the chandelier suddenly shadowed her as a large figure stepped close to her side. She turned her head and came face to face with Sam Drake. He glanced down at Faith and gave her a quick wink.

“How ya doin' Jasper?” Sam asked.

The man, knowing that he was outnumbered and knowing that this could get ugly, decided to excuse himself from the stiff conversation. He cleared his throat and perched the top hat on his head, giving it a tip with his disfigured hand towards Faith with a small smile. She gave a quick, small smile of her own as he stalked away, taking long strides across the room.

“Who was that?” Faith asked.

“That was Jasper Nox. American antiquities collector,” Nate replied.

“And overall sleazeball. The man thinks the South will rise again. He even still owns a cotton plantation. Or he owns a peach farm, can't remember which. Some southern stereotype,” Sam said.

Faith, confused at the person standing next to her, turned and stared at Sam.

“Sam Drake,” He said, offering his hand.

“Faith Spencer,” Faith replied, giving his hand a quick shake. This has to be a brother, Faith thought to herself. Sam had similar eyes as Nathan, but while Nate's were a tropical ocean blue, Sam's were a warm hazel with flecks of gold bursting in the irises. She noticed the weathered look of his face and the high forehead as well as the larger frame and thought, gotta be an older brother. Faith glanced at Nate.

“Drake?”

“My brother.”

Faith nodded as they headed into the small room off the side of the atrium. It looked like an overflow room with a couple more of the cocktail tables and piles of different color tablecloths and buckets of silverware stashed in the corner. Nate and Faith strode ahead while Sully held back, walking slowly next to Sam.

“Samuel,” Sully said, hint of a chill in his voice. Even if Sam had let their last argument go, Sully was still a little sore, emotionally and physically.

“Victor. Didn't know you were supposed to be here.” “Last minute favor for a friend,” Sully explained. Sam's eyes flicked up to get a quick glimpse of Faith's backside as she walked into the room.

“Nice lookin' friend,” Sam said, slight surprise in his voice.

“Sadly, not that kinda friend,” Victor said, defeated undertone seeping into his low voice.

Faith walked up to one of the cocktail tables, set down her silver purse and unzipped it. Carefully, she removed the book, still wrapped in the hand towel. She set it next to her in front of Nathan. Nate unwrapped the towel and held the Bible in his hands. Full of curiosity, he inspected the cover, spine, even held it up to his nose to smell it. He turned the pages gently, inspecting the title pages.

“Caslon typeface, leather hardcover, I'd say late 1700's. London printers, family Bible?” Nate questioned. Faith shook her head no as Nathan turned to the loose page that had fallen out for Sully.

“That is what I thought you would find interesting, especially the underlined bit,” Sully said as Sam moved closer to his brother to get a closer look.

Nate took the old piece of paper and unfolded it. On it was notes for what looked like a speech. Nate scanned the gentle script handwriting. The page was covered in random lines, with some scratched out. Three-quarters of the way down the page, a line was underlined and circled, highlighting it's importance. The line read, 'A house divided against itself cannot stand.”

“Holy shit!” Sam and Nathan exclaimed in unison.

“Whoa, stereo!” Faith chuckled.

“Nate, is this the Gettysburg?” Sam asked anxiously. Nate nodded his head furiously.

“No, no. The notes don't match.”

“You're sure?”

“Yeah, it's not the Gettysburg. This is more focused on condemning slavery and abolition.”

“But it is him, isn't it?” Sully said, a twinkle of excited knowledge glimmering in his eye.

“This writing? No, question. It's his,” Nate replied.

“Goddamn kid,” Sully said, a proud grin on his face.

“Who are we talking about?” Faith asked, slightly annoyed.

“Lincoln,” All three answered simultaneously.

“Lincoln? Lincoln Lincoln? 16th President of the United States Lincoln?” Faith questioned incredulously, not quite believing what she had just heard, considering where she found the Bible.

“One and the same,” Nathan answered, taking out his phone. Thanks to Elena's urging and much to his distaste, Nate had slowly begun to let go of his love of paper and store important information in his cell phone, though he did manage to draw the line at storing things in “The Cloud.” If he couldn't access it as quick as pulling out his journal, he wasn't having it. Being beholden to WiFi was out of the question as far as Nate was concerned. Nate scrolled through his phone, tapping away at the infernal device, obviously unhappy with it. Meanwhile, Faith carefully grabbed the paper, now of sudden value, and slid it towards her, anxious to get a look up close of President Lincoln's handwriting. Sam stood next to her, reading close over her shoulder.

“How long have you been holding onto this?” Sam asked quietly, knowing he was right close to her ear. As he spoke, Faith felt the warm puffs of his breath as he spoke on her earlobe.

“Just found it. It almost ended up going to Goodwill,” Faith said, turning the paper over in her hands.

“Good thing it didn't end up there. Bastards probably would have thrown it away, it being so old and all,” Sam said.

“No appreciation for finely aged goods those fuckers,” Faith said in a disapproving, joking tone. Sam let out a laugh and cocked his head at a grinning Faith. Sam really was not sure what to make of this woman. He had known her for a total of five minutes, but something just seemed off-kilter about her, unsure yet if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Sully, leaning on the table, hands clasped, chin perched atop his thumbs, watched Nate impatiently.

“So what are we dealing with here Nate?” Victor asked.

“Faith, the date scribbled in the corner, what's it say?”

“May 29th. No year. Underneath I think it says...Bloomberg?” she questioned, holding the paper up to a squinting Sam.

“Bloomfield?”

“Bloomington.” Nate said, gaze up at the ceiling, reveling in his 'ah-ha' moment.

“And that means what Nathan?” Sam inquired, eager to be let in on the information his brother obviously had.

“This is The Lost Speech!” Nate said with amazement.

“What 'lost speech'?” Sully questioned.

“What's it doing in a Bible?” Faith asked.

“How much is it worth?” Sam's question piled on top of the other two.

“This, is Lincoln's most famous speech, even more famous than Gettysburg. It was so controversial, so engaging, that the reporters in the crowd forgot to take notes they were so, caught up in this amazing speech. The word Bloomington is where he gave the speech, Bloomington, Illinois. Now, the popular story was that there were no notes for this speech and he gave it completely improvised. But, according to other sources, Lincoln ran every speech he could by his wife, and before he gave them, he would hand his notes to her. She kept all of his other ones, there's no reason why she wouldn't keep this one too. Her family, her sister, said she always kept them in the family...Bible. Which makes this-” he said, placing a finger down on the book on the table, sliding it in front of him, grabbing the gaze and rapt attention of the other three, “The second Lincoln Bible.” Nate finished.

“Why are there two?” Faith asked, absolutely fascinated by the pieces of history that were potentially sitting in front of her.

“When Lincoln got sworn in for a second term, they used a different Bible. The second one was the Todd's Family Bible. No one has seen it in decades. It's just been lost to history.”

“Evidently not!” Faith exclaimed, gesturing to the small book.

“Nathan, how much are we talking about here? Seven figures, eight?” Sam asked eagerly, causing a dirty look to be shot directly at him by Faith. It's was my mother's Bible dammit, mine! Not yours! She thought to herself.

“You don't understand. Lincoln's wife collected and kept everything dealing with her husband and the trial after he was killed. She went insane. Speech notes, telegraphs, hell she even got her hands on Booth's diary. It was all supposedly gathered up and destroyed. If this Bible is still out there, then the rest of her collection has to be too, and I'd bet my left nut the Gettysburg papers are in it, not to mention god knows what else.”

“Price, Nathan. How much is it worth?” Sam pushed.

“The Bible itself, easily six. The speech notes? Considering they're one of a kind, the only real record of the speech...it's priceless, you can't put an amount on it.”

“But if you had to put a price on it, what are we lookin' at?” Sam questioned. He was slightly annoyed by his brother's importance on the knowledge and history as opposed to the payday it came with.

“The Gettysburg notes have a guaranteed ten million payday, and those are notes they know exist. These...at least that. Maybe double.” Nathan estimated.

“What about the rest?” Sully asked.

“If you can find it, you're talking about the largest collection of Lincoln artifacts ever found. It would be worth a shitload!” Nate said with an astounded laugh.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and walked away from the table, laughing to himself at the luck that had just been laid out before him.

“Uh, Sam? You do realize this isn't your book?” Nate questioned to his brother. Sam stopped in his tracks and looked at Faith who wore an expression of visible annoyance at him. Sully took the paper, folded it and returned it between the pages of the Bible, wrapping the book up in the towel and sliding it back to Faith.

“I think we have some eavesdroppers kids,” Sully said quietly and darted his eyes towards the door. Faith risked a casual glance in that direction and saw the top hat shaped shadow being cast through the partially closed door. Her stomach dropped. This is the last thing that she wanted to happen. She quickly shoved the wrapped book back inside her purse and zipped it closed.

“Faith, stay close to Sam. Hey Nate, how do ya feel about playing The Asshole Game for old times sake?” Sully asked. Nate smiled and strolled towards the doorway with Sully in tow. Faith went and stood next to Sam.

“The Asshole Game?”

“Nate the Great, the master of distraction. C'mon.” Sam grabbed Faith's hand in his and headed towards the door. They slipped quietly passed Nate and Sully who, in just a few seconds, had managed to draw Nox away from the doorway and out of their eye line. Sam lead her along the edge of the room, behind the artifact cases that lined the room. They came to a stop behind the last case. Faith's heart pounded in her chest while Sam was on alert but seemed to take this turn of events in stride.

“Why was that guy listening?” Faith questioned in a low voice.

“Jasper is a Civil War nut, he deals with all sorts American history relics, but this Civil War shit is his baby. We had a run in with him years ago, wasn't too pretty. Victor ended up with a completely busted knee and a sunken boat full of bullet holes. Jasper ended up losing a couple of fingers,” Sam looked out from behind the case of pottery shards. “So, what are you gonna do with the book?” Sam, asked, scoping out the situation.

“I don't know yet, I might just donate it to the Smithsonian or something.” Faith said nonchalantly. Sam felt like his jaw was going to hit the floor. Donate it? Donate!? Does this girl know what she has? How much money, how much potential money, she could possibly have? Especially if she finds the rest of it! She doesn't get it. She could be rich! The thoughts ran through his head quickly.

“What's happening?” Faith peered her head around the side of the case. Sam grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back against the case firmly but gentle enough as not to hurt her, intent on keeping them out of sight.

“Hey!” Faith growled, eyes suddenly blazing, nostril flared. She smacked his hand off of her shoulder. Her face a mere inches from his, she raised one pointed finger towards him.

“Do not. Touch me,” she said in a low tone. Sam raised his hands in defense, a feeling of familiarity that he couldn't place crept up his spine. His mind raced trying to place the deja vu moment he was having when Jasper's voice raised above the disquiet of the room.

“Mr. Lagina, I had no idea you would be joining us this evening! How's life on the island of oaks?”

Sam leaned his head around the corner of the large cabinet to see if what he heard could possibly be true. It was. Marty Lagina stood next to Jasper, flanked by six large men that could only be described as a goon squad. “Son of a bitch,” Sam cursed under his breath.

“What now?”

Faith turned her head around the corner. In a split second, chaos had erupted in the glass room. People began to scream and run for the door as a shot rang out. Sully was on the floor, his hand clamped down on his this thigh, blood seeping from between his fingers. Faith plastered herself against the back of the cabinet. Sam shouted for his brother and ran towards the action. Nate lunged himself at the goon with the gun while museum security ran towards the others, scattering them in all directions. A swift boot to the gut and the large man went back first into one of the artifact cases, sending it crashing to the floor. The gun flew out of his hands and into Nate's outstretched arms. Sully backed himself to the downed piece of furniture, seeking cover from the gunfire that had erupted. Sam bent down and grabbed Sully around the chest, dragging him backward behind the case while Nate fired multiple rounds for cover fire. All three were ducked behind the large wooden structure. Sully pulled the folded up handkerchief from his breast pocket and wrapped it around his wound. A groan of pain escaped him as he tied it off tight, red lines of blood seeping through the cloth already.

“Fucking Laginas!” Sully exclaimed, his eyes closed tight, his breath coming in pants as the pain radiated through his body. He really was getting too goddamn old for this shit.

“Can't we just once get together without gunfire?” Nate yelled, firing shots around the corner of the cabinet. He flung himself out from behind the safety of the case, weaving his way through the tables and sliding under the tablecloth that draped the bar. Sam readied himself to follow when Sully roughly grabbed him by the upper arm.

“Where's Faith?” Sully asked.

“She's on the other side of the room!”

“Sam!” Nathan's voice broke through the screams and of glass breaking. One of goon squad from across the room broke into a run, heading straight towards the huddled men. Sam looked down and grabbed a golden orb from a pile of debris, courtesy of the smashed cabinet in front of him. He popped his head above cover, seeing the large man running towards him, a gun holstered in his side, a knife poised and ready in his hand. Sam chucked the ball in his hand, sending it right into the kneecap of the thug. From somewhere in his knee, a cracking sound sang out and set the goon reeling forward. He landed on his side next to Sam.

“Hey! I found that!” Nate yelled from behind the bar, where he was stuffing a torn off piece of his shirt down the clear neck of a bottle of 151.

“Sue me!” Sam shouted. The goon pulled the knife back, Sam landed a right hook into his face, knocking him unconscious. Sam grabbed the gun from its holster, tucking it uncomfortably in the back waist of his pants and pried the knife from the bruiser's club-like clenched hand. Sully reached over and grabbed at Sam's sleeve to get his attention.

“Get her out of here.”

“But Victor-” Sam started to protest angrily, not one to run away from a fight, slaughter, or even a one-sided bloodbath.

“Samuel. Please.” Sully's grey eyes burned with intent, through the glaze of pain that shone in them. Sam looked down at Victor. He had never seen the look Victor was giving him before, a pleading yet primal 'please.' Sam flicked his eyes at Sully's leg, the blood had soaked through the makeshift bandage already. The shaky hand that held the handkerchief in place coated in a thick, dark film of blood. The gravity of the situation sunk into Sam. He didn't know who she was, but she was important. She needed to be kept safe.

Sam nodded with understanding and placed the gun in Sully's other hand. A bottle exploded behind them with a whoosh as Nate's makeshift Molotov cocktail hit one of the cocktail tables, flaming liquid splashing on the armed Marty Lagina hidden behind it. Sam shot up and broke into a run towards Faith, ashen face and sweaty, who still stood against the cabinet where he left her. He heard the crack of splintering wood and the high pitch of a bullet whiz past his ear. He went down, and baseball slid, coming to a stop next to Faith. He grabbed her arm and pulled her down into a crouch.

“Nathan!” Sam yelled.

“Kinda busy here!”

“Sully!” Faith shouted, frantically peering over Sam to catch sight of him. Smoke started to create a gentle haze in the room.

“I'm alright darlin' just go with Sam!”

“Nathan!” Sam hollered again.

“Just get her out of here!” Nate pulled a spare clip from the body of the man on the ground next to him and popped it into the gun in his hand. “Go! I'll find you! I got Sully! Just keep her safe!” He shouted, firing the gun at the gorilla of a man crouched behind a far table, giving Sam and Faith a clean path to get out.

Sam grabbed Faith's hand and pulled her towards the doors of the atrium. Fire alarms sang throughout the building. Sam pushed through the doors and down the hallway. Finally clear of the heart of the chaos, Sam slowed down his pace from a run to a purposeful stride, hoping not to bring attention to himself. He spotted a side entrance to the main foyer of the building. Sam headed towards it, thankful that he could bypass the throngs of people pushing their way out the front doors where a huddle of cops waited anxiously to greet them. Sam and Faith slipped out the side doors unnoticed. Sam stood, scanning the unfamiliar territory. Faith pulled her hand from his and smacked his shoulder hurriedly and then took off towards a line of green taxis that were waiting to take the drunken people from the bar across the street home. Sam followed closely behind. She flung open the heavy door of the taxi and launched herself across the back of the cab. She fished a twenty dollar bill, crumpled and wilted with sweat, out of the cleavage of her dress and thrust it at the cab driver.

“Go.” Faith said forcefully as Sam clamored in next her.

Jasper Nox leaned against the gray stucco wall of the museum. He watched the cab speed away with Faith Spencer and Sam Drake in it. He bounced the end of his cane against the ground rhythmically with his disfigured hand, smiling happily to himself. This will be fun, he thought.

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zeldahijinks · 7 years

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Headcannon for how Teba, Revali, Sidon, and Kass would react to seeing their s/o dressed elegantly and looking absolutely stunning for their date night? :)

Teba

He wouldn’t be paying attention until the very last minute, but boy, once he turns around his heart skips a beat.

It’s unusual to see you dress out of the norm, but he does not hate it at all. If anything he is inwardly overjoyed to see another version of yourself.

He would take his time taking in your appearance, noticing how the garbs hugs to your form rather nicely.

You can expect a low hum to rumble from him as he stalks closer to you.

A part of him feels underdressed now, and feels he might need to put on his best robes as well.

He wants to looks good for you as you have gone out of your way to look your best for him! It’s only fair, but he’s not the best at dressing himself.

So when he does himself up, you’re hiding a laugh ‘cause the poor fella does not match his colors well.

He will have you walk slightly in front of him throughout the night, so he can watch you from behind and have other notice you as well. There’s pride in having an well-dressed lover.

Revali

He’ll be busy fixing himself up and call out to you asking if you’re ready.

When he hears a quiet “I guess so”, he sighs, expecting an underdressed lover of his.

Revali will begin to start a tangent before his words are caught in his throat.

He’ll recover quickly and stalk around you in a circle, checking the outfit for anything out of place.

But when he can’t find one he’ll lean back on his heels, wings poised under his beak deep in thought.

“It’s missing something.” He’ll say, “Feels completely unfinished.”

His words make you self conscious until he slides up to your side, a wing wrapped around your waist. “There. Now you look absolutely dashing.”

He feels great pride seeing you look your absolute best, and his pride swells even more knowing that you two make a flamboyant pair.

But he does have a small tinge of irritation if someone doesn’t compliment you right away.

Sidon

He thinks you looks fantastic regardless of what you wear, but on those rare occasions where you’re invited to a party at the palace, to say it makes Sidon giddy is an understatement.

There’s always a buildup of anticipation as he is the one who provides these garments. Zora folk don’t adorn themselves completely in fabric and opt for more jewelry, so for Sidon seeing you were Zora inspired outfits sends him through a tizzy.

The moment he sees you is like the sun beaming down on you. His mind is swimming with admirations of how you look.

He doesn’t skimp out on telling you too. He will make sure everyone within ear shot overhears what he thinks of you.

Sidon will be beaming and feel so proud to be able to show you off.

”The outfit looks more exquisite on you than the seamstress said it would. I am in absolute awe at your radiance.”

Sidon will never be seen frowning the whole night. He’s just so in love with you and loves having you spruced up.

Kass

Although he is a bird for simple looks, he will be enthralled seeing you out of your usual attire.

He’s real smooth on complimenting you and will turn his little burst of compliments into jingles.

“My love, this proves a challenge for me. I will have to create a music piece that matches your luster. It will not be easy, but I will do my best.”

He’s a bit over thrilled and will played his accordion around you so he can fluster you and make you feel extra special.

After all, you went through the all the trouble!

Will want to be at your side throughout the night, and he will have a gentle look of adoration whenever you’re not looking.

He feels incredibly lucky and wants to show you how much you mean to him.

He will be dressed his best as well, but he will not go to the extent that you have. He much rather have other eyes befall on you first.

#teba #revali #sidon #kass #hijink's writing #hijink's headcanons #botw headcanons

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siren-dragon · 7 years

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Long Live the King - (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch.8

At last, I’ve finished it! Now, I’m going to take this time to thank everyone who read/liked/reblooged this story, as this is pretty much the end. Also a big thank you again to @maty-yami, she has been a huge help writing this and I am so glad you gave me this prompt request. Now then, let’s proceed with the story

You quickly bolted through the desolate corridors of the Citadel, taking a moment to glance backward for any sight of your pursuer before swiftly changing direction. He was fast, but you could elude him; you had to. Taking another left you sprinted toward the Royal Garden for a place to hide but it was too late. A heavy weight fell against your back, causing you to trip until a strong hand grabbed hold of your arm, preventing you from face-planting into the grass beneath your feet.

“We got her Papa! We caught Mama!” came the delighted squeal of your son.

“We most certainly did, Ausel.” Ardyn replied, the laughter evident in his voice.

You huffed in mock anger despite the smile you were fighting to show. “Wrapping is cheating.”

“All is fair in love and war, my dear.”

“Yeah Mama, we used our rez-sore-ceses.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Is that so? Then I suppose I am able to use my secret weapon: the tickle monster!”

Ausel screamed for joy as your hands began to dance across his stomach, making both you laugh. Though you soon shouted in alarm as Ardyn’s arms wrapped around you both as he spun the two of you in circles. He laughed as the two of you tried to attack him, successfully toppling him onto the grass.

It often surprised you how time seemed to slow to a crawl in times of peril, yet race by in an instant in moments of joy. The past 10 years flew by faster than an enraged Zu, causing your beloved son to grow into a handsome young boy, with him inheriting Ardyn’s wild magenta hair and your (e.c) eyes. He looked so much like his deceased brother that you often wondered if he had lived, would your sweet Sitael have been so care-free? Ausel had once asked you about his older brother; wondering where he had gone.

“Your brother had died when he was very young,” you had answered, brushing his thick red hair.

Ausel cocked his head to the side curiously. “Do you and Papa still miss him?”

“Yes, we do.” You replied before smiling, “but even though he is no longer here, we still love him very much. Just as we do you, Ausel.”

“Do you think he would have liked playing Glaives and MT’s with me?” Ausel grinned. “Most definitely,” you laughed.

The days you spent with Ardyn and Ausel were the happiest of your life, regardless of the daemon-infested world that lay beyond the walls of the Citadel. You didn’t think it safe to travel to Insomnia after the events of the Treaty-Signing and the increase of daemons, but Ardyn swore no harm would befall you or Ausel so long as there was breath in his body. And so, the three of you remained within the Citadel, locked within your own little wonderland while the outside world fell apart.

Though thoughts of your friends did cross your mind; making you wonder if Prompto, Gladio, Ignis, and Cor were doing. Or if they were even still alive. You did regret not telling them the truth of your identity, but it was a regret you had to live with.

“Come on Mama! We’re playing hide-and-seek and Papa is it!”

But sitting here with your family was more than enough for you.

“The light waxes full…Return to thy kingdom where the Usurper awaits….”

Blue eyes opened once more within the darkened stone prison as the King of Light stood tall, returning at last. “The time has come.”

You sat upon the stone bench amongst the flowers of the Royal Garden, playing your ocarina as you had so many years ago. The artificial light did little to help the plant life grow, but it was enough to sustain sustenance for your family and a few of your favorite flowers. Ardyn sat beside you with Ausel within his arms, the younger male’s head laying limply against his father’s shoulder as he slept. You watched as Ardyn stroked your child’s hair gently, a proud smile splayed across his lips.

“He has grown so quickly,” Ardyn whispered.

You smiled, “yes, he has. Time flew by fast…”

“To fast for my tas-“Ardyn froze, his head turning as if trying to listen to a faint whisper.

“Ardyn? Are you alright?”

Ardyn’s expression instantly turned from one of joy to one of sorrow and anger. His grip upon Ausel tightened slightly as he lowered his head, masking his face behind his messy wine-colored hair. You frowned, placing a gentle hand upon his elbow; concerned with his sudden change of mood. “What is it my love?”

“….He is coming.” Ardyn answered.

There was no need for any explanations, as you already knew who the individual in question was. You bit your lip as dread began to fill your body and sorrow fell upon you like a dark cloud. Then…it was over. The last grain of sand had finally fallen from the hourglass, showing your time was done. Tears began to fall from your eyes as Ardyn gently cupped your cheek, wiping away the tracks that stained your face. “Do not waste your tears on me, (f/n); I have caused you enough pain already.”

“You will always be worth my tears, Ardyn,” you smiled. “When will he arrive?”

“Soon…very soon.”

You nodded, turning your gaze to the sylleblossoms that sat a few feet away. “Ardyn I- “

“Will you play for me?” Ardyn spoke, causing you to face him once more. “Just…just for a moment.”

“….Of course, my love.” You replied before raising the ocarina to your lips once more, allowing the sweet music to soothe your turbulent emotions. Perhaps it was best to leave somethings unspoken…

“Well fellas, we’re homeward bound at last. Time to suit up.”

“Finally get to rock these threads,” Prompto grinned.

“Wear them with pride.”

“Yeah, just hope they still fit,” Noctis spoke. “Though…there’s something I wanted to tell you all.”

“Hmm? What’s up Noct?”

“….It’s about (f/n).”

“Papa, will you tell me a story?” Ausel asked, hugging his black chocobo plush to his chest.

“Is there a specific one you wish to hear? You’ve quite a collection of books to choose from.”

Ausel shook his head, “no Papa; I’ve already heard those ones. Something new please!”

Ardyn raised an eyebrow at the request while you laughed under your breath.

“You are certainly your mother’s child. Very well then, I believe I have a story in mind. An old tale, long forgotten by the people of the world, but one that is as true as the air we breathe….”

“Now what is that phrase, ah yes;” Ardyn continued, a sly smirk on his face. “Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a young King. This King was very kind and loved by all his people, always protecting them from daemons and ruling with a firm yet gentle hand.”

“But the King was lonely, for he had no one to stand alongside him to rule the kingdom. Then one day, while walking through his garden he heard the soft sound of music. Following the music he came upon a beautiful nymph that lived within the garden-“

“Was she really pretty?” Ausel interrupted.

Ardyn glanced toward you and smiled, “oh yes, very beautiful” He replied, causing a slight blush to color your cheeks.

“The King approached the nymph and said, ‘you play so wonderfully, my dear. Will you please play for me once more?’ The nymph was surprised by the King’s presence, but agreed to his request. So, every evening when the moon was at its highest, the King would return to his garden and listen to the nymph’s sweet melodies. And as the days passed by, the two soon fell in love.”

“However, the King’s brother was jealous of his sibling’s good fortune and wished to have the throne for himself. So, he asked the gods to bestow their blessing upon him and soon his prayers were answered. The gods turned upon the King and cursed him to wander alone in darkness for all eternity before imprisoning the nymph; never to be reunited with her beloved.”

“That’s horrible!” Ausel exclaimed.

“It certainly is,” Ardyn nodded in agreement. “For years the King was lost in the shadows, now spiteful and cruel from the experience.…And becoming the very monsters, he fought to protect his people from. But one of the gods felt sympathy for the disgraced King and believed even he deserved happiness. And so, the god released the nymph from her imprisonment and let her return to the King. But time had not been kind to the King and was not the man he once was and hurt his beloved nymph.”

Ausel gasped, “why would he do that? Was it because of the daemons?”

“No Ausel, there was no excuse for his actions. He was cruel and hurtful to her, deserving none of her affection; yet the nymph remained. She took hold of his hands and simply smiled, promising to stand beside him once more, now and forever.”

“And they lived happily ever after….right?” Ausel yawned, leaning against the soft pillows of the bed.

Ardyn smiled sadly, running a hand across his son’s hair. “Yes…they did.”

You slowly stood and wrapped your arms around Ardyn, burying your face against his coat and inhaling the scent of sandalwood. “We will both stay, until the end.”

“Home sweet home,” Gladio spoke, summoning his large claymore.

“At long last.”

“Next stop, the Citadel.”

“Yeah,” Noctis spoke. “Get ready everyone.”

You stood silently within the throne room alongside your son, waiting for Noctis’ return; your nerves fraying as Noctis and his friends journeyed closer to the Citadel. You knew what was to occur, what Ardyn had to do, yet you still felt a great sadness. How could you simply stand by and watch your love one march to his death?

The doors to the throne room soon opened and you took view of your friends. Ten years had changed them all, for no longer were they young, carefree adventurers; but hardened warriors. “I’m afraid you’re out of luck,” Ardyn spoke mockingly. “The throne brings you here? It seats only one.”

“Off my chair jester, the king sits there.”

Ardyn slammed his foot against the marble throne, fists clenched in anger. “Oh Noct…How I have waited for this. Longer than you could ever know….Tonight, the dreams of the blood royal, come to an end!”

“Spite’s all that kept him going,” Gladio huffed.

Prompto sighed, “talk about a grudge.

“Ardyn sit’s the throne?”

“Not for long…this is my Acension.”

You couldn’t help the proud smile that drifted onto your face at Noctis’ words, knowing that the young prince that had saved you in that lake, had grown into a fine King. Ardyn snapped his fingers, allowing his magic to incapacitate the Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto without killing them. There was no need for more casulties, he owed Noctis that much.

“What did you do?!”

“They have no place in this: the battle of kings! Come Noctis.” Ardyn grinned before warping away.

As Noctis walked toward the throne you stepped forward, pulling along your son into the light. “It’s been a long time Noctis.”

He paused, turning to face you and glancing at the child that stood beside you. “So Bahamut spoke the truth….”

“Noctis…I am sorry. I am sorry that I lied to all of you.”

“There is nothing to be sorry for (f/n), I...I know what happened. And…I am glad you were able to stand beside him.” Noctis smiled. “I am afraid I must go now….”

“Do not worry, I will look after them,” you said, nodding to Noctis’ fallen comrades.

“…Thank you (f/n).” And without another word, he warped away to battle.

You walked toward the unconscious men and slowly began to rouse them from their sleep. After several minutes, all three of them groaned in pain before turning their eyes to you. “(f/n)!” Prompto exclaimed happily. “Hello Prompto, it is good to see you all once more. But I’m afraid we have more pressing matters to attend to. Follow me.”

When you all arrived at the battle, only Noctis remained. You felt tears fall from your eyes and blend with the rain that fell. Ausel clung tightly to your hand and you knelt down to embrace your son, both of you mourning the loss of your Fallen King. Noctis came to crouch beside you, a look of sympathy on his face,

“I am sorry, (f/n).”

“No, it is alright Noctis. It was not your fault,” you sniffed.

“But…I do have a request.” Noctis spoke, “Ignis, Gladio, Prompto…will you please protect these two. After all, a kingdom needs it’s king.”

“With all our strength,” Gladio nodded.

Noctis turned to Ausel, bowing respectfully. “Take care, your Majesty.”

Ausel smiled before returning the bow. “You as well, your Majesty.”

The five of you watched Noctis climb the steps of the Citadel for the final time before the groaning of Iron Giants appeared behind you. Immediately you placed your son behind you, summoning your bow while the other’s conjured their weapons. Though soon a light appeared above you all as a loud explosion echoed across the city, before you knew no more….

Opening your eyes, you gazed upon the sunlit sky, the wind blowing the grass you laid upon. Sitting up you looked to see yourself within a flower covered meadow, the peaceful scenery a shocking difference from the darkness covered Insomnia you had lived in.

“….(f/n),” a deep voice spoke from behind.

Spinning around you smiled, rushing toward Ardyn and wrapping your arms around him. But slowly you let your arms fall, “this is goodbye, isn’t it?”

He nodded, “yes…it is.”

“I will miss you…”

Ardyn smiled, placing his fedora upon your head, “I will be waiting for you....now, and forever.”

You felt the meadow slowly fade away as you kissed your beloved one final time, “I love you.”

“And I you, my brave, little nymph….take care of our son….”

You watched Ardyn disappear and felt yourself pulled back to the land of the living, knowing that you will see him once more….

15 years later:

You watched as the palace servants rushed about the Citadel, some occasionally stopping to ask for your preference on flowers or what tableware should be used. It was rather humorous to see them in such a panicked frenzied and you couldn’t help but laugh. After all, a coronation only came so often.

“Hey (f/n), good morning!” Prompto grinned at you.

“Good morning to you as well, Ambassador Argentum.”

Prompto groaned, “aw come on (f/n), don’t start that again. I hear enough of it when I’m in Niflheim.”

You laughed, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. How are things over in Gralea?”

“Great, thanks to Aranea. She’s been a big help with the MT Rehabilitation, though it’s nice to be somewhere with no snow.” Prompto spoke, “though Aranea said she’ll be arriving later, eager to give the little rascal one last hair-ruffle. Speaking of which, where is the soon-to-be king?”

“Likely dodging Ignis to avoid his fitting.” You answered with a laugh.

“Ah, there you are (f/n), I was wondering if you’ve seen your son of late.” Ignis spoke, appearing behind the two of you.

“Is he avoiding you again Iggy?” Prompto asked.

“Well we can’t very well have a coronation without a prince,” Ignis chuckled.

You lay a supportive hand upon Ignis elbow, “I believe I know where he is and I will send him your way Ignis.”

“Thank you (f/n), and good luck.”

You walked down the corridors toward the Royal Garden, the sunlight making it look almost ethereal. Walking beside the lake you smiled at the sight of a familiar head of magenta hair that was tied into a messy ponytail. Slowly you approached the figure and leaned to his ear before yelling, “CAW Kids! It’s Kenny Crow!”

“Dear Ifrit!” your son exclaimed, frowning at your laughter. “Very funny, Mom.”

“I am sorry, I couldn’t resist.” You smiled, taking a seat beside him, “I thought I’d find you here. Hiding from Ignis again?”

“No…maybe,” Ausel sighed. “I just wanted to have a moment alone is all.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, “something on your mind?”

“I just…I wonder what he would say, seeing me here….Do you think he would be proud?”

You watched your now fully-grown son, almost a carbon-copy of his father and smiled. Gently you removed the fedora that sat upon your head, the black material old and faded, though still you wore it like a crown. “You are his son, he will always be proud of you Ausel; as am I,” you answered, placing the fedora atop his head. “I think it would look best on you now, don’t you think?”

Ausel stared at you in surprise before pulling you into an embrace. “Thank you, Mom, and…I love you.”

“I love you too, my dear. Now, time to get you ready before Ignis sends the Crownsguard after you.”

And as you later stood amongst the VIP guests as your son knelt a top the Citadel’s front steps to be crowned king in front of all Insomnia, you felt your heart burst with joy. Cor nodded to the young king before gesturing to your son and exclaiming; “All hail King Ausel Lucis Caelum, 115th King of Lucis! Long live the King!”

“LONG LIVE THE KING!”

And for a moment, you could have sworn you heard Ardyn’s voice whisper in your ear, “Well done, my love.”

Tada! That is the end of this chapter. There is only one more left, so stay tuned for the ending! ^_^

#ffxv #ardyn izunia #ardyn izunia x reader #fanfiction #Long Live the King - ch.8

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howellrichard · 7 years

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Our Miracle Boy (a Tribute to Buddy)

Hi Dear Friends,

I’ve loved animals from the time I was little. In fact, I had more animal friends than kid friends. They just understood me better and I, them. Much to my Mom’s dismay, I was always rescuing someone. Frogs, cats, inch worms—everyone was welcome in my home. I even made little outfits for them by cutting holes in my baby clothes—another thing she wasn’t too keen on.

My beloved pets helped me through college, heart-breaks, job changes and moves. For me, life just isn’t the same without furry friends. Cut to today. We live on 17 stunning acres in beautiful Woodstock, NY—my sanctuary. When we moved here, I dreamed of rescuing lots of animals. I also dreamed of expanding our human family—but that wasn’t in the cards for us.

Living with a rare, slow-growing stage IV cancer, with no cure or proven treatment options, has had some consequences. But, the hardest one has been having to potentially choose between my life and having children.

My oncologist described it like this: “Picture your disease like a rock balancing on top of a mountain. Right now, that rock is stable, not causing you any harm. If something (like pregnancy) were to change that, your rock may start tumbling down the mountain. If that happens, there’s a chance we can catch it. We just don’t know if we can put it back on top of the mountain—where you’re safe. There are just too many unknowns, so think hard before you potentially wake the sleeping giant inside you.”

Now, I’m a risk taker but this was too big of a risk for me. And sure, there was adoption, but it’s a lot harder for a stage IV cancer patient like me to qualify as a candidate. Plus to be honest, we just weren’t up for the journey at the time.

So, my rock-solid husband and I made the tough decision not to have children. We vowed to live big, fully and out loud to squeeze the most out of the life we did have. Though our decision was right for us and even healing, it was also the only time I’ve ever felt broken. Fuck you, cancer.

Now, as I was processing all this soul-growing stuff, I decided it was the perfect time for a second dog! I was a mama to our gal, Lola, and my aching heart wanted more unconditional love and sloppy kisses. So, I started to petition my man. Though he shares my love for animals, he didn’t exactly have more fur-babies on the brain. In his mind, I traveled too much for work and life was too complicated—bad timing. “It’s not a no, it’s just not a yes right now,” he said.

Miracles come in all shapes & sizes—including big, furry hound #dogs. Our job is to notice & thank them: http://bit.ly/2nXbfcV @Kris_Carr

But, I grew up with parents who used that kind of mumbo jumbo on me, and I do not give up easily. So, my petition turned into an all-out marketing campaign for our next pooch. A week didn’t go by where I wouldn’t pitch my “top 3 reasons why our new dog would transform our lives”. Complete with infographics, pie charts and analytics.

Finally, he relented. Praise God! It felt like Christmas, my birthday and the time the Easter Bunny gave me a training bra in my basket—monumental. We celebrated our glorious decision (AKA my hard-fought win) by going on a long hike on our favorite mountain trail. Naturally, I couldn’t contain my joy, and I expressed it with each strenuous step.

Then, the miracle happened.

We rounded a corner and there he was. Our miracle boy. Our Buddy dog. He was emaciated, matted and covered in filth—we fell in love instantly. Through the kindness of strangers, a group of people helped us slowly get Buddy down the mountain. Someone offered a blanket and a nice man gave him part of his sandwich for strength. Brian took off his belt and made a collar and leash and, when that wasn’t enough, he carried him. From that moment forward, it was a collective #gobuddygo rescue effort.

As we quickly learned, Buddy was in bad shape, days away from dying. The vet informed us that he was about 50 pounds underweight and very lucky to be alive. Due to certain clues, we think he either ran away from an abusive situation or was dumped. I scoured the local papers, Facebook posts and lost pet registries, but no one was looking for him. We even went town to town looking for posters and fliers—nothing. (Thank God! We didn’t want to give him back to anyone.)

As we were trying to understand what happened, we learned that Buddy’s breed is often used for hunting and our gentle fella probably wasn’t very skilled. Sadly, it isn’t uncommon for hunters to abandon animals that don’t perform. This isn’t always the case, there are many hunters who love and care for their dogs. It’s just more of an issue with Buddy’s breed than we knew, so we couldn’t rule that out. Especially because he hated guns, thunder and raised voices. Think more Turner Classics and less NRA.

For months, we poured our hearts into helping our new boy heal. I often joked that his angels instructed him to be at that location on that very day. To look for a yammering blonde and her patient hubby. “She will know what to do. He will do whatever it takes.”

We researched the best diet, supplements and holistic remedies. We even brought in an acupuncturist (until Buddy signaled that needles weren’t his thing by trying to bite the nice man who was thankfully very understanding!).

When the weight wasn’t coming on fast enough for his recovery, we added softball-sized servings of raw ground beef to the mix. Twice weekly, this vegan would head to the butcher in a baseball hat and sunglasses. I even ran into Elizabeth Lesser there once. “Of all the places to bump into you!”. Yeah, tell me about it.

Over time, Buddy went from looking downtrodden to totally radiant. It was amazing to watch his spark come back. His matted coat became shiny and his body functions normalized. But as he was healing, his energy was introverted and cocoon-like. He didn’t like to be touched too much or handled in an unconscious way.

Once, I plopped down on the sofa he was sitting on and unintentionally startled him awake. Well, he snapped at the air like a Great White Shark leaping for a seal. Buddy’s message was clear: “Be mindful around me, especially when I’m in a vulnerable state.”

I can only imagine how scared and alone he felt while starving in the woods. Were there predators? What about all the rain and thunder? Did he think he was going to die? It was traumatic so, naturally, any sudden movement when his defenses were down wasn’t gonna fly. “Got it. Sorry, Buds.”

After a long (mindful!) winter, Buddy totally recovered, and then blossomed. His personality slowly emerged and we were delighted to meet the real, funny him. A gentle, goofy giant, who went from being frightened of touch, to moaning for ear noogies and full-body hugs.

When he wasn’t holding court and welcoming visitors as the mayor of the porch, he was on patrol, checking the perimeter. Thankfully, six of our acres are fenced and dog-friendly. It was my guess that his nightly missions made us safer (or so he believed).

And boy, could our fella move! We called him a shape-shifter. One minute, we were on one side or our football field-sized lawn, the other minute he was on the opposite—until you said the word “cookie”. Then, the woods would shake as he suddenly appeared, galloping full-speed toward his treat.

Buddy fell in love with everyone, especially butterflies and small dogs and gentle winds that brought worlds of information to his gigantic schnoz. He even loved his little sister, though it took her a while to return the feelings. I swear that boy taught me more about kindness and resilience than some of the greatest teachers on this planet.

Especially after what came next.

For a while, we thought his gait was weird due to an accident or perhaps an issue from birth. His left leg made these goofy little half-moon circles when he walked, and he often stood like a ballerina (with his back legs in second position). Odd. Hmmm… Though we didn’t think too much of it, we thought we should get it checked out. So, we took him to a specialist, and that’s when we learned that Buddy had Degenerative Myelopathy (DM), a disease that’s similar to ALS in people.

Like ALS, there’s no cure and the end isn’t easy. Paralysis would work its way through Buddy’s body until he couldn’t move or breathe and there was nothing we could do about it. Maybe he has 6 months to live, at best. Fuck you, DM!

Then, I really knew why he chose us as parents. His angels said, “That one. See her? She’s your new mom and she has a chronic disease, too. She and your new dad will know what to do and they’ll give you the best, longest life possible.”

And, that’s exactly what we did.

As Buddy’s disease progressed, he started to lose his ability to fully use his back legs. So, we bought a harness and held him up as he walked. At first, he only needed us to stabilize him but, over time, his backend got heavier and heavier. When we could no longer be his legs for him, we had Buddy fitted for a wheelie cart—which he loved and zoomed around in—often flipping it while chasing squirrels or his little sister.

When his front legs started to go, we got him a super-Cadillac cart that supported both his front and rear (Thank you, Eddie’s Wheels!). Around this time, he stopped being able to relieve himself without assistance, so we learned how to express his bladder and his bowels. To say I’d be a good proctologist is an understatement.

We didn’t think it was gross (ok, sometimes we thought it was really gross!) and neither did he. Right before each bowel expression, I’d sing “someone’s knocking on the door, let me in, let me in”. He’d dance. I’d get a poop out. Sorry, I know this is really graphic, describing how I put my gloved finger in our dog’s ass to stimulate a bowel movement, but it’s the truth. And, you thought my life was glamorous!

As the months went on, caring for Buddy became a nearly full-time job. And to be honest, sometimes it was really frustrating, especially in the snow and rain. But, it taught us lessons in patience and the values of showing up every day. I stopped traveling for work, cut back on speaking engagements and socialized less (sorry we missed your wedding Kate and Mike, and sorry to so many other friends). But as many of you with pets who are like your children know, there’s no difference between our love for them and other family members. It’s unconditional.

So, we carried on. But, we also looked for signs from Buddy. Was this the life he wanted to live? The shitty thing about DM is that animals who have it are often still fully themselves, even as their bodies are dying. Even though he was bed-bound, he still took his job as mayor of the porch very seriously. He was still full of life and love and so much personality and possibility—a gentle ambassador for rescues and disabled animals—but his body was failing and his time with us was slowly coming to an end.

I talked to him about dying, and I asked him to signal us when he was ready. I also prayed to God to help us know when it was time. We didn’t want him to suffer or be unhappy. He deserved peace.

I also asked God to let me know if we were being selfish. Were we keeping him around because we couldn’t bear to lose him? Or, were we doing what was right and giving him the best life?

I talked to our vet and he said we were doing the right thing and praised our efforts and love. I even invited our dear friend, Kathy, over for her professional opinion. Kathy is the founder of the Catskill Animal Sanctuary and I knew she’d tell me the hard truth. This tough and wonderful broad has rescued thousands of animals and she’s also had to compassionately put some of them down when they were suffering. No one knows this journey better than Kathy.

“Girrrrrl, this fella still has a lot of life in him! Keep going, he’s not ready.” Oh, what a relief! More days… More months… More precious time with our precious miracle boy…

And then, one day, he was ready.

Though we had some damn good times in those last months, Buddy’s symptoms progressed and he started letting go. I watched as he retreated back to that internal cocoon-like state. Though he still loved our attention and cuddles, his spark was fading. It was time.

On the day Buddy died, I told him that he was about to meet my grandma, grandpa and favorite cat, Crystal. That he’d see Brian’s dad and my biological father, who both loved dogs. Plus, he’d be embraced by so many other angels, too, including my Aunt Maria, who jingled when she walked and was a fabulous Flamenco dancer.

I let Buddy know that I’d follow him one day, just not right now. And until we saw each other again, he should run in fields, play like a pup, smell flowers, eat way too many cookies and cuddle with the stars.

That afternoon we made a love fort in the middle of the living room. Our vet came over and so did Buddy’s best friend, Michelle (the therapist who lovingly got into a tank with him several times a week to give him the hydrotherapy treatments that extended his life).

We held Buddy in our arms and told him how much we loved him and, right before he passed, he popped his head up and looked straight into my eyes. In that profound moment, I felt his love, gratitude and presence.

Then, he peacefully left his body.

Buddy truly was a miracle, our miracle boy. He lived a year and a half longer than the doctors expected, a year and a half more of joy, life lessons and bringing beauty to the world.

We miss him deeply but feel so blessed for the time we had together. I think our bond grew especially strong because he was so dependent on us. But, what I hope he knew is that we were dependent on him, too. He helped me heal a grieving heart. He showed me a greater capacity for love. And, he reminded me that life is very precious and all beings deserve a chance to live it.

Miracles come in all shapes and sizes. Little bundles of joy and big, furry hound dogs. Our job is to notice and thank them. The more we do, the more blessings we receive—they just may not always come in the exact form we intended. In the end, loving Buddy was some of the best loving I’ve ever experienced. Yet another blessing.

Thank you to everyone who cheered him on. Thank you for following our #gobuddygo posts on social media and for loving him from afar. Buddy warmed and brightened countless hearts around the world and I know many of you were deeply touched by him. Bless you.

If you’re ready to bring a pet into your life—go for it. And, send me pictures! I’d love to see your fur-children. But, please rescue. Adopt, don’t shop. And, don’t forget the old ones, the banged up ones, the misfits and the rebels—the ones who are often overlooked—they’re the angel babies who will love you the most.

We love you, sweet Buddy boy.

xo,

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