#he's just coded it ground up and i told him not to do blue because of twitter/tumblr/fb/etc

[saucerfulofsins]

My friend made a super cool language guessing game that is now fully functional!

https://langle.uk/

The database has a lot of minority languages (especially in level 3) and if you don’t guess correctly, you get a hint based on linguistic relatedness.

#this is genuine btw #not some weird hacked post #he's just coded it ground up and i told him not to do blue because of twitter/tumblr/fb/etc #but evidently twitter blue is now (mostly) gone so it's less of an issue #linguistics

[multifandomsw]

Feeling you

Summary: After finding out about Poe’s new love, you were beginning to avoid him. As your best friend, Poe didn’t take it well.

Poe Dameron x Reader

She/her

You stopped your fast steps when your eyes caught something outside.

The rain was pouring down in streams, the heavy rain clouds covering even the shine of the moon, it was pitch black outside.

There was, however, something that still shone, that stood out.

A flower stood out, standing in the middle of a meadow. It was not uncommon for flowers to grow on Ajan Kloos, as it was a very humid planet, but you’d never seen one quite like this.

Even though the darkness was engulfing everything around it, the flower shone in a beautiful purple color, illuminating the meadow around it.

It was a beautiful sight, really.

There was a sudden urge to go outside, to pick it up and give it to your best friend as a present.

Nonetheless, your train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted when you heard the distant thunder.

Your heartbeat fastened at once as you remembered why you were even in the halls in the middle of the night.

You quickly backed away, a shiver running down your spine as you continued your fast steps. The hallways were pitch black, too. You wondered if the storm outside had something to do with it.

It didn’t bother you, though, because you knew the way to your best friend’s room even blindly.

You knew the way to Poe’s room blindly.

When you arrived, you didn’t even hesitate a second to knock.

You wouldn’t have to knock, he had told you his code long ago, but you still did.

It just became a habit. You didn’t want to disturb him when he had more important things to do, like going through missions plans, hanging out with other friends.

“Nothing is more important than you”

Out of all the words the Galactic Basic had, you hadn’t found any to answer this.

The door opened with a small creak, one you hadn’t noticed until now, and you expected to be met with the sight of ruffled hair, worn out pajamas and the most breathtaking little smile of the galaxy.

What you didn’t expect, though, was to be met with someone else entirely.

Instead of Poe, you were met with the sight of a woman, or rather, the silhouette of a woman.

And as if the galaxy wasn’t on your side that day, the raining abruptly stopped and the clouds vanished slowly.

Suddenly, moon light from the window behind you shone directly on her face.

And oh, how your heart stopped.

She was beyond gorgeous. Her long blonde hair was sitting perfectly, falling as waves from her shoulders. What stood out the most were her beautiful blue big eyes, staring down at you, as well as her full rosy lips.

You had never seen her before, but maker, she was breathtaking.

Your eyes moved to the ground, but they caught a glimpse of what she was wearing.

Almost nothing, except for a large shirt covering her bare body.

Your mind hadn’t yet comprehended the situation completely, as you backed away slowly. “Wrong room, I’m sorry, I-“, your voice broke at the end, but you didn’t dare to look up once more.

“It’s okay.”, she said sweetly. Maker, even her voice sounded beautiful. You imagined she offered you a smile, but you were already walking away from the room.

When you heard Poe’s door click behind you, only then did you think of what had just happened.

Poe was with someone else.

You really didn’t want to compare yourself to her, you tried not to, but it was just so hard.

She was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

You couldn’t deny it, even if you wanted to, but she was perfect and everything you expected Poe to like as his partner.

You stood in the middle of the hallway, completely frozen, as the realization hit you like a rock.

Poe would never like you how you so adoringly liked him.

You slowly raised your hands, your shaking hands, to your cheeks, only hoping one thing, to not feel any wetness.

But of course, you did. Tears were streaming down your face. When had that happened? Had she seen them? Would she tell Poe?

You felt ridiculous for crying. Of course he would never like you back. It had been obvious to everyone, including you, this whole time.

He was the resistance’s best pilot after all, the most handsome pilot on base, the nicest person you had ever got to know.

You, a simple mechanic without any friends apart from him, Rey and Finn, could never even think of him liking you in that way.

Nevertheless, there had always been that hope nagging at the back of your mind. It was deeply buried, but you held onto it, in hopes that he may see you someday, may feel your love someday.

You wanted to scream, to cry out, to hit yourself because oh, you had been so oblivious, so ridiculous.

Your lip began trembling and you just tried to clear your vision, tried to wipe the tears away from your face.

But they wouldn’t stop, you couldn’t to anything against them.

You gulped hard, letting out a frustrated sigh. How would you find your way back to your room when your vision was blurred-

Someone faintly said your name. It was only a whisper, coming from somewhere in front of you.

You shook your head, you were imagining things, there was no one-

“Hey.”, someone suddenly grabbed your hands, preventing them from rubbing furiously at your eyes.

The touch was warm, the touch was familiar. You wished you could see the person-

“I’m here. Calm down.”, the reassuring voice told you. Calm down? Why would you need to calm down?

It was only now that you noticed your heavy breathing, like you didn’t have any oxygen left.

“Slow breaths, okay?”, the person instructed you, the male voice soothing you.

He raised his hands to slowly wipe away your tears, his thumbs grazing over your cheeks ever so slightly.

“It’s me.”, he whispered, and when your vision finally cleared, you were met with the sight of Finn.

You let out a breath of relief, and without thinking, you fell into his embrace, hugging him tightly.

He cradled your head softly, rocking on his feet so that he could calm you down.

“What happened?”, he whispered after a short break of silence.

“Nothing.”, your muffled voice answered, your face deeply buried into his shirt.

He softly said your name, not in a scolding tone, but a demanding one. “What happened? Was it the storm?”

You nodded against his shirt, not entirely telling him the truth, but a part of it.

You had always been afraid of storms, and when they would occur, you would walk to Poe’s room for comfort.

“Come on, I’ll bring you to his room.”, Finn let go of you slowly, gently ushering you into the direction you had just walked away from.

“No.”, you gently whispered, stopping in your tracks. “Please.”

And now, Finn was more than concerned. Poe and you were inseparable, always bringing each other comfort.

Why wouldn’t you want to go to him?

Finn put his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him through glazed eyes.

“What happened?”

You gulped, hard. You couldn’t hide any secrets from Finn, you were never able to.

He knew of your feelings for Poe, of your unrequited love, of everything.

“When I knocked at his room, there was a girl opening the door”, you admitted, hanging your head low.

It was enough said for Finn to understand what you meant.

“What?”, Finn breathed out, sounding like he couldn’t believe it.

And no, he could truly not believe it. He knew that your feelings for Poe had never been unrequited, Poe had liked you from the moment he first saw you.

Finn wasn’t in the place to tell Poe that you felt the same, but he tried to encourage him every day to just tell you, tell you before it would be too late.

Why would Poe want someone else then? To distract himself?

Finn let go of you at once, and without rationally thinking, he made his way to Poe’s room.

“No!”, you pulled at his sleeve, making him stop. “Please don’t.”

Finn shook his head. “I don’t understand him.”

You offered Finn a sad smile, one that didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s Poe. I knew he’d never like me back, it’s okay.”

Finn scoffed. “It’s your Poe.”

You just shook your head. “There’s no my Poe, Finn.”

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Come on, you’ll sleep in my room today.”, he gently grabbed your arm, guiding you to his room, that was luckily, quite far away from Poe’s.

“What were you even doing here?”, you questioned him as you made your way through the hallways.

“A feeling.”

You kept your head down the whole breakfast, hoping that Poe wouldn’t find you, that you wouldn’t have to deal with talking to him.

Both Finn and Rey were sitting at the same table, Finn next to you and Rey on the other side.

You poked in your food, not even thinking of eating it. You weren’t hungry.

“You should eat something.”, Rey’s voice interrupted your poking and you looked up at her face, filled with concern.

“I’m simply not hungry. I will eat later.”, your promised her reassuringly, but she didn’t quite believe you.

Both Finn and her shared another concern look.

Before any of them could say anything, though, Poe approached the table with a smile.

You quickly adverted your eyes again, moving closer to Finn.

“Good morning.”, he smiled, his eyes only trained on you.

Why didn’t you look up?

He stood there for a second, waiting for an answer, but he didn’t receive one.

“Hey man.”, he looked at Finn now. “You’re occupying my seat.”

The seat next to you, where he always sat.

Finn tried to smile back at him. “We thought you wouldn’t come, you’re already late.”, Finn shrugged his shoulder and Poe just accepted his fate, taking the seat next to Rey.

“Hey.”, he nudged your feet under the table, trying to gain your attention, trying to see your eyes.

You but you lip and slowly looked up, up into his beautiful brown eyes. Oh, how you always got lost into them.

You tried to offer him a small smile, as best as you could. “Hm?”

“Where were you last night?”, he questioned. “Because of the storm I mean, I went to your room, but I couldn’t find you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows for a second. Had the blonde girl told him anything about yesterday? Why would he go to your room? Had she left after you knocked?

You shook your head, trying to rid yourself off the thoughts.

“I stayed at Finn’s.”, you answered him honestly because Poe could read you like a book and always knew when you were lying.

His heart broke a bit in his chest at that. Why would you go to Finn’s instead of his room?

“Oh.”, was the only thing he could get out, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

Did you just hear sadness in his voice? No, there was no way that he would care.

“Yeah.”, you replied, continuing to poke in your food.

Before he could say anything else, though, you stood up. “I’m heading out.”, you told them. “I have a few repairs to do.”

Poe’s eyes moved from you to the full plate sitting on the table. He stood up immediately. “Hey, you need to eat-“

You turned around, waiting for him to continue, but someone was stopping him and talking to him.

When you noticed the blonde hair, your heart stopped in your chest.

The girl turned around shortly, looking at you and shooting you a small smile.

Why was she so nice?

You tried to smile back, but immediately backed away and all but sprinted out of the cantina.

The following days, he couldn’t find you in the cantina anymore.

A knock at your door was what was pulling you out of your thoughts.

You were about to open the door, taking a bit longer than usual, when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hello?”, Poe asked and you stopped in your tracks. “Are you there?”, he questioned, his voice filled with a bit of sadness.

You heard him sigh on the other side of the door. “I brought you food.”, he continued. “I noticed you don’t eat with us anymore. Finn and Rey told me you were very busy and that was the reason why. I asked Leia, too, and she told me that you had a lot of repairs to do.”

You smiled a bit at that.

“I know that you sometimes forget to eat, so I brought you some food, just in case you haven’t eaten today.”

You heard him leaning against the door, so you took a few step forward to hear him a bit clearer.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, you’re probably not in your room right now, but if you are, I miss you. I haven’t seen you in like two weeks. So if you ever have a few spare minutes for your best friend-“, you noticed his voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

Was he crying?

“If you ever have a few spare minutes for your best friend.”, he repeated with a shaky voice. “Just come to my room. You know where to find me. I just- I miss our late night talks.”

You leaned against the door now, too, desperately wanting to open it, but you couldn’t deal with the heartbreak when he’d tell you about his love life.

“Uhm- the food’s in front of the door. I left a note so you know it’s from me. Yeah, that’s it. I’m just gonna go.”

You noticed he didn’t go.

You head him slip down the door, heard his heavy breathing against the door.

Poe’s eyes darted across the hanger, trying to find you.

You didn’t work on his ship anymore, like you always had.

He almost missed you, you were taking very quick steps.

“Hey!”, he called, jogging up to you and trying to catch up with you.

You didn’t turn around, had you not heard him?

“Hey!”, he tried again, grabbing your wrist.

Now you had to turn around.

You breathed in deeply, forcing a smile on your face when you turned around.

“Poe.”, you breathed out, desperately trying to avoid his eyes.

Poe noticed immediately, noticed how the smile on your face wasn’t real. It didn’t reach your eyes.

“Hi.”, he breathed out, relieved to see you again, he hadn’t seen your face in a long time.

“Uhm-“, he let go of your arm. “Are you finished with all the repairs for today?”, he questioned, hoping that his plan would work.

“Yeah, I was just about to head out.”, you answered him.

This was his chance.

“Great.”, he stated awkwardly. When had things become so weird between you? “Would you like to go on a walk with me?”

You gulped, of course you wanted, you missed him so much, but you were avoiding him. You tried to suppress your feelings for him and it wasn’t working when Poe was in your presence.

“I would love to.”, you admitted and watched as Poe’s features lit up. “But I already promised Finn to help him with something.”, you watched as Poe’s face fell.

“But uh-,” you tried to reassure him. “Next time. I promise.”

Poe hung his head low. “Yeah, next time.”, he mumbled.

Poe stared at the wall in front of him, painted blue with a few flowers.

He wondered for a second if you’d like the flowers painted on the wall.

If you would, he would try to find them without hesitation. Even if it meant flying through the whole galaxy.

He’d do anything for you.

“Poe.”, a voice called out and he snapped his head in the direction the voice had come from.

Finn appeared in front of him, a worried expression plastered onto his face.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”, he questioned, not having listened for the last ten minutes.

Finn sighed. “Buddy.”, he began, his voice suddenly very stern. “You can’t keep on being like this.”

Poe hadn’t eaten in a while.

The bags under his eyes were probably permanent by now.

His hair was constantly ruffled, the clothes he had on the same ones like the week before.

He wasn’t passionate anymore, flying wasn’t making him happy anymore.

Whenever someone tried to talk to him, he was annoyed, snapping at anyone.

Poe scoffed. “You know exactly why I’m being like this.”, he stated.

Finn already knew the answer, had known it for some time, but he needed to hear it. From Poe.

“Do you love her?”

Poe’s eyes snapped up towards Finn’s, and for a second he didn’t say anything, just stared into his eyes.

“You know the answer to that.”

“Say it, Poe.”

Poe let out a deep breath. “That ring around my neck.”, he began. “I’ve always wanted it to belong to her. I want it to belong to her someday.”

And that was enough said.

Everyone was celebrating.

There was another win against the First Order, another step further for the resistance to win.

There was not much hope left, but that win, it brought back the hope.

And of course, Poe had something to do with it.

To say you were proud was an understatement, you wanted to hug him, to congratulate him, but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t.

However, your heart swelled with pride at the thought of him saving the resistance once again.

As you made your way to get a drink, you bumped into someone on the way.

Your eyes widened and they moved to the person’s face, and of course the galaxy wasn’t on your side that day.

The big blue eyes of Amy, Finn had told you her name, looked up at you. “Oh, I’m sorry.”, you apologized, ready to move away as far as possible before you’d be comparing yourself to her.

“It’s okay.”, she offered you a smile, but quickly caught your arm. “I’m Amy. I’ve seen you around sometimes, but never quite caught your name.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m not quite famous here.”, you admitted and quietly told her your name.

“Oh, I’ve heard your name.”, she grinned. “You’re one of the best mechanics the resistance has.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, she was really nice and you could totally understand why Poe would like her.

You had seen them talk to each other on multiple occasions.

“Don’t flatter me.”

“Commander Dameron told me, you know? He admires you.”

You looked up at her, looking for even a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but the only thing you saw was an understanding look.

“Well, I think I should be the one admiring him.”

Amy laughed at that. “He wouldn’t admit it, but my husband admired him very much.”

You almost choke on your own spit.

Husband?

Her husband?

“Your husband?”

“Oh yeah, he’s a pilot for red squadron. He has always admired Commander Dameron and his flying skills. It’s cute.”

Your mind still couldn’t proceed the information you had just got.

As if Amy had seen your confused expression, she explained further. “You remember when you accidentally knocked on our door? That was his room, actually. I just stay over very often.”, she explained further.

There was no way.

There was no way that you had knocked on the wrong door.

Suddenly, guilt washed over you.

You had avoided Poe and he hadn’t even done anything wrong.

You hadn’t asked him, hadn’t talked to him, hadn’t questioned him, you had just decided to avoid him.

You felt even more ridiculous now, the base of a friendship is trust and you hadn’t even trusted him enough to ask him, to tell him what had happened.

You threw away a friendship because of pure jealousy, because of wanting to have him for your own, even though you had always known you never would.

In the future, if Poe ever found someone to give that ring to, you would have to accept that, too.

You couldn’t just throw away a friendship because of that.

“It was nice meeting you, Amy.”, you quickly excused yourself, making your way through the crowd and trying to find somewhere to sit, somewhere to just think.

You quickly made your way into the forest, leaving against the first tree you could see and sinking down.

You wanted to hit yourself because of your own stupidity.

Oh, what a bad friend you were.

A small tear escaped your eyes at the realization.

You hadn’t been there for him these past few weeks.

Your thoughts stopped abruptly when you heard a sniffling sound coming from, almost directly next to you.

You looked to the side and saw a pair of boots. Someone was sitting on the other side of the tree.

“Are you okay?”, you whispered, knowing that the person must have heard you.

There was a short break of silence in which the sniffling had stopped, before someone softly, and quietly, whispered your name.

Poe.

You wanted to stand up, to look at him, to hug him, but something was holding you down. It was as if you couldn’t move.

And Poe couldn’t either.

Instead of moving, though, you stretched out your hand, looking to the side to see Poe doing the same thing.

Without any hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his small one, feeling his cold hands slowly warming up.

“What are you doing here?”

You gulped. It was time to say the truth.

You leaned your head against the tree and your eyes trained to the stars above you. “I’m an idiot.”, you simply stated and it was the truth.

He repeated your name softly. “You are not anidiot.”

“No.”, you stopped him from continuing. “I am, Poe. I am the biggest idiot.”

“What-“

“I’m sorry.”, you finally let out, holding his small finger a bit tighter. “For everything. Avoiding you, ignoring you, I’m sorry for all of it.”

Poe remained silence, not finding any words. You had been ignoring you, had been avoiding him. He just needed to know why. “There’s one thing I need to know.”, Poe leaned his head to the side, wanting to hear you better. “What have I done wrong?”

Your whole body tensed at that.

“Nothing.”

Poe furrowed his eyebrows. “Then why-“

You wanted to explain everything, to let him know of the misunderstanding, but you couldn’t get any words out.

The force was an energy field, flowing through every living thing.

Rey had told you about your force sensitivity, however, you had never embraced it, never tried to.

You always thought the force wouldn’t help you, always thought that being force sensitive only brought bad things with it.

Now, nonetheless, you wanted to try something.

You closed your eyes slowly, and concentrated on the force, letting every feeling you had towards Poe, every thought, out in the air.

You couldn’t explain what happened to him, but you wanted him to feel it, to understand you.

Poe’s breathing stopped when he felt the overwhelming emotions around him, when he felt every single one of your thoughts at once.

Realization hit him and it was as if his broken heart was being mend by you.

“I feel you.”, he whispered. “I feel your love.”

The invisible strength was no longer holding him down, and he stood up immediately, taking two steps and looking directly at you- whose eyes were still closed.

He held his hand down and as if you could feel it, you reached out to him, letting him pull you up.

“Look at me.”

You didn’t want to look at him, you didn’t want to be met by the eyes of someone that didn’t love you.

Poe took a step closer. “Please.”

When he saw that you still didn’t open your eyes, he reached out for your hand once again, laying it directly on his-

On his necklace.

“I can’t make you feel my love like you did.”, he began. “But I can, and I will tell you a thousand times if you allow me the chance to love you.”

Your eyes snapped open at the confession, and upon being met with his warm brown eyes, your heart melted.

His eyes moved from yours down to your lips, as if asking for permission.

And when you nodded, he didn’t hesitate to take a step forward, didn’t hesitate to gently and slowly brush his lips against yours.

And suddenly, you could feel his emotions in the air, too. Suddenly, you could feel his love, too.

#poe dameron x f!reader #poe x reader #poe dameron angst #poe dameron x reader #star wars

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — RIN x FEM READER

True love stares you in the face and calls you an idiot. 

wc — 1k

tags — fluff, post enemies to lovers

“Do you find me lovable?”

Rin squints at you. “Where is this coming from?” 

The question is wary, like you’re setting a trap, and he’s the rabbit that’s dumb enough to fall for it. To be fair, when you do mess with him, he does fall for it every single time. 

But not this time. 

“Don’t you think I’m annoying?”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, actually. Super annoying. Worst mistake of my life.” 

You stretch your leg out to kick him in the shin. He rips it back, yelping. 

“Be serious,” you scold. 

He blinks at you. When Rin is confused, it’s very obvious. He never manages to be ugly - it’s those sexy Itoshi genes - but his confused face comes the closest. He squints like he’s smelled something distasteful and his entire face screws up. His nose crinkles. His mouth puckers. 

Rin is, at heart, a very simple creature. If it’s not about football, he doesn’t tend to think too hard. He’ll make the attempt for you, but in general, he’s a little less developed than other people his age on important concepts like emotional awareness. 

You decide to throw him a bone. “Like when we met, remember?” 

It’s a memory that you laugh at now (okay, not now, because you’re in a mood at the moment, but in every other scenario). At the time, however, you went home and screamed into your pillow to escape from cringing at yourself every five seconds. 

It was your first day working for the Japanese National Football Team. You had been so excited to be here! Of course, it’s more glamorous to be playing the actual sport, but the team can only function at their best because of people like you.

Scanning in with your fancy new lanyard feels so professional. You still haven’t gotten over the excitement of a new job yet, and it’s written all over your face. Your new boss laughs when you tell her profusely how grateful you are to be here. She’s kind and funny. You can already see yourself fitting right in. 

“I don’t have too much for you right now,” she says. “Why don’t you go meet the team?”

Your eyes practically sparkle with delight. “Can I really?” 

“Sure! Just tell them I sent you,” she says. 

The football pitch isn’t attached to the main building, but a short walk away. Your head is in the clouds as you all but float down the sidewalk. You still can’t believe you’re really here, but when you pinch yourself, the world remains as clear and vivid as it was before. This is no dream. 

This is a nightmare, actually. The gates that allow you into training grounds are locked with a code that no one told you. You flutter around it, trying to decide what to do. Should you go back and bother your boss? You don’t want to seem stupid on your first day. You look around, but you don’t see anyone to ask. You pace around the lock again. 

You don’t know where to go. If there was someone you could ask, you wouldn’t know where to find them. How is it only your first day and you’re already messing up? 

“What’s the hold up?”

You gasp and whirl around to find Itoshi Rin, one of the star players who came out of the Blue Lock program. You’re starstruck, but that quickly fades as he pushes past you to put the code in. He doesn’t even hold the door open for you, leaving you to rush to grab it before it swings shut. At least you’re inside the facility now. 

The coworkers you meet are much nicer than Rin. Even though your boss told you not to work today, they’re so friendly you don’t mind pitching in. As the players trickle in to warm up, you run around offering water bottles and balls. It’s starting to feel like an okay day, especially because Rin doesn’t seem to recognize you from this morning. 

When you offer him a bottle, he takes it with a nod of appreciation, so you know it’s not personal. It’s not that reassuring to think that he might just be a bit of an asshole, but at least it’s not targeted. 

Whatever your feelings on Rin are, he’s undeniably an incredible player. When he scores, every member of the staff stops to watch the arc of the ball. It’s perfect. It’s a thing of beauty. 

You’re working up a sweat yourself carrying out the tasks you’re asked to do, so when the team finally wraps up, you’re grateful to finally start heading home. You pick up a stray ball heading your way and deposit it in the nearest basket, but a hand catches yours before you can let the ball drop. 

“Are you stupid? That doesn’t go in there,” Rin says, taking it from you and trotting across the field to another basket. 

Your jaw drops. 

You hate this man. 

But in a few months, he’ll take you on your first date, and you’ll be head over heels. You still don’t remember why or when it happened, just that one day Rin showed up with an apology and a dedication to doing better. 

“When did it change?” You ask, curious now. 

“I dunno,” Rin says. “Probably when you called me stupid after I fumbled the keys you gave me.” 

“What?” You laugh at him. 

“I’m serious! I was like oh, that was kind of shitty of me.” 

“Sometimes I wonder how you’re still alive.” 

“I’m a professional football player, not a therapist,” he says. 

You hold your tongue about how emotional awareness was not a trait relegated to therapists alone. 

“Anyway,” he adds, reaching for you. You stumble and nearly fall on top of him, but he doesn’t mind. “You’re still kind of stupid. But that’s what I like about you.” 

“Rin,” you say, slowly like you’re talking to a very dumb toddler. “You forgot to hit start on the washing machine this morning.”

It doesn’t phase him. “I know I’m stupid too. That’s why we work.”

#sera writes #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

[azeretha]

In the middle of the night

Word count: 1368

He didn't know how to proceed. It was already night and he had been staring at papers and evidence for several hours. It was already painful to hold his wings upright. His mate was sleeping in the next room and all he wanted to do was go lay down next to her and cuddle with her. Or maybe he would wake her up the way she likes. Gods, there were so many things he would rather be doing than what he was doing now.

"Why are not you sleeping?" he turned his head and saw his intelligent, brave, clever and of course beautiful mate standing and leaning against the door frame. Her beautiful long hair was in a bun and she also had a headband that kept all her hair out of her face. Her eyes watched him with a reprimanding look and her body. That body. Her arms were crossed and her fingernails were painted with dark blue nail polish, one of her small signs of rebellion against society and the dress code. She was wearing his black sleeping tunic and loose pants.

"All the clothes you're wearing right now are mine," he said with one corner of his lips up.

She rolled her eyes. How he adored it when she did it. "Since my dear friend prefers to spend his time with peppers, I have to find something that will hug me at least a little while I sleep," he just spread his arms in response and his companion made her way to him.

She sat on his lap and he wrapped his huge arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder. She smelled like lavender. "I'm sorry, beautiful. I just don't know how to move forward in this case. It doesn't make sense," she looked into his eyes. He showed her everything in them. Fatigue, what he felt for her and also where he would rather be. Sighing, she looked back at the papers.

"So what do we know?"

"We know?" he asked. He loved it when she said that. They were a team and they were equal.

And so he began to explain everything to her. Who. Why. What he figured out and what he didn't understand. During that time, she listened and made them coffee.

They spent hours on it. Papers were everywhere. On the couch. On the table. Even on the walls. The whole room turned into a research zone.

"It's the wife!" his chosen one screamed.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How did you find out?"

She started to explain to him how she came up with it. She was running around the room and he was listening and watching her. When she finished, she turned to him and waited for his reaction.

He watched her in dumb amazement and didn't know which part of her to focus on "Why are wives so clever?"

"Because our partners will search us," she replied confidently.

"Because our husbands don't pay attention to us," she answered confidently.

Azriel stood up with all his confidence and arrogance. He approached her thoughtfully until he came to her. She didn't back down. She never backed down. “This husband and mate don't. This one admires his wife and mate and will adore her more than she can handle.”

She took a step closer to him and looked confidently into his eyes. "She can handle a lot. More than he could possibly imagine."

He took the headband off her head and let down her beautiful hair. He put them away from her right shoulder and whispered in her ear “Many people have told him that he has a great imagination. And also that he is very creative," he rolled up his tunic with his hands and pulled her close.

"Does he have any references? ,” her voice cracked. He kept hugging her hips with his hands and slowly kissed her neck.

He rolled up the tunic slowly but surely. He moved tunic from her hips to her waist until it reached the sides of her breasts. "Beauty raise your hands," she raised. The tunic fell to the ground. He looked at the woman he belonged to. Her head was proudly held high and her chin up. The long neck was a huge attraction for him. He spent hours there, hidden from the world. And then the breasts. Flat stomach and hips on which his pants barely held. He went back to those eyes. They stood there now facing each other like two rivals. Both of them were naked from the waist up and neither of them moved. They were both more than competitive.

"Together?" she asked him in that husky voice.

At the same moment, they rushed towards each other. They kissed as if they hadn't seen each other for months. Azriel picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was holding her back and she was focusing on his neck. She was leaving marks that he belonged only to her and he adored it.

Slowly and as gently as he could, he laid her down on the carpet. "What reward does my wife want for being so intelligent?"She started pulling his pants down with her feet. "I understand." He watched her all the time and made sure to be attentive.

When he opened his eyes, he was instantly blinded by the light. At that moment, his brain started receiving stimuli. Undrawn curtains. His mate lying next to him with her bare back and hair in all directions. She was breathing calmly, which symbolized that she was still asleep. And pounding on the door. Who would… Cassian. Training. He is going to kill him.

He stood up and couldn't find his pants. And so, out of the decency that he managed to muster, he took the blanket that was thrown over the chair and wrapped it around his waist. The closer he got to the door, the more he wanted to kill his brother and make sure his body would never be found again. However, he would not want to face Nesta, so he threw this idea into the trash in his mind. He opened the door and there he stood before him. "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you come to training?" direct question.

"Because I was asleep," direct answer.

"That's what I thought when I look at you now. And why did you fall asleep?" he would like to knock that crooked smile off his face if his wife did not appear before him.

"What you want?" she looked more bored than when he once took her to practice. Right after the training, she declared to him that her weapon will remain her brain and the ability to smile at people she would rather throw into the nearest lake.

"Your dear, he didn't come to training so I came to make sure he's alright. And it looks like he is,” Azriel's thoughts about his brother's death drifted back to the main goals of the day.

His dear took a long breath and kept staring at Cassian “And?”

"And? Do you know what will happen to his body?” Cassian and his bullshit.

She looked at Azriel and he wrapped an arm around her waist in support. "Not much. But you will definitely be happy to tell me."

Cassian started throwing his arms around and she just watched him. "His body…"

"I'll stop you here. The body we're talking about and can look at is in perfect shape and it's partly thanks to me. So now this is what happens. I'll slam the door on your face and then I and my mate will be locked in this apartment for several hours. Maybe days. And this," she gave him all the documents for the work we did during the night. "You can take it to your friend Rhysand when you're so active. We will be very grateful to you. And now excuse us," she slammed the door in his face as she promised and turned back to her lover.

He gave her a proud smile. "Bed or carpet?"

"The wall."

Gods, how he loved her.

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Plant Daddies - Episode 3

This isn't about colors. This is about the Triangular Theory of Love in Hidden Agenda, but it's like lasagna; it has layers. Tee, is this about Step by Step?!

I wrote about plant symbolism in Hidden Agenda in Plant Daddies at Tea Time:

Yellow Chrysanthemum, the tea Zo drinks, represents slighted or neglected love and the taste of its tea is sweet.

And Red Roselle, the juice Joke drinks, represents romantic love or passion and the taste of its juice is sour.

The boys stick to those drinks.

But this week they switched without any comment.

Also, Zo told two stories this week from his Legends of Love book:

Red Roses get their color from the blood of Adonis mixing with the tears of Aphrodite seeping into the ground which caused the roses to change from white to red.

Yellow Sunflowers exist because Clytie fell in love with the sun god, Apollo, so when he left her, she looked at the sun so long that she grew roots and turned into a sunflower.

Both stories deal with a person losing the person she loves. However, the roses story is about love being taken away, and the sunflower story is about love leaving. Also, Zo stated he would cry if he lost his love, while Joke stated he wouldn't leave that person in the first place.

Yet Nita's take on the story is to move on from the past and find someone else.

Once again, this isn't about colors, but we now have two separate occasions where plants/flowers are included in the narrative, and those items are color-coded yellow and red, which only adds to the way we are seeing those colors pop up in the show with a third color.

I mentioned in the Plant Daddies at Tea Time post that primary colors seem to be intentional in the show because this episode, the only colored clothing Joke handed Zo when they were shopping was yellow.

Yet by the end, Zo was in blue with his yellow backpack.

So what does this have to do with the Triangular Theory of Love?

Well, all things come in threes:

The Primary Colors:

Red

Yellow

Blue

These are the basic colors needed to make all other colors; therefore, all colors start from these three, and all colors stem from these three colors.

The Love Triangle:

Joke likes Zo.

Zo likes Nita.

Nita likes Joke?

Issue - We don't know if Nita does still have feelings for Joke because her response to the story seemed as if she would get over Joke.

The Dating Rules:

Rule #1 - Do not gawk at your love interest.

Rule #2 - Ease into it. Don't rush. Oh, AND CONSENT!

Rule #3 - Do whatever Joke says.

Rule #3 - Stay true to yourself starting with the first date.

Issue - Joke seems to have problems sticking to his own rules.

The Triangular Theory of Love:

"It breaks down love into three components."

Passion - Zo is passionate about pursuing Nita.

Intimacy - Joke tells Zo he must ask Nita out to build this.

Commitment - And once they begin to date, this will evolve.

Issue - Zo already notices his heart isn't fluttering around Nita the way he thought it would, yet his heart seems to be doing something around Joke, which is maybe why Joke continues to advise Zo to do some self-reflection and try new things.

Because just like Khai and Third in the correctly titled Theory of Love, this process isn't just for Zo, but Joke:

Passion - Joke is passionate about getting Zo by any means necessary.

Commitment - Joke is committed to this bit, he made Zo give him explicit promises (to work together, to help him get in the debate team), and he already stated he would be committed in a relationship during their story time.

Intimacy - This is what Joke is lacking, which is why he developed this huge scheme to get Zo to spend more time with him.

The Balance:

Is this a story about finding the middle ground between two extremes?

So far, we have a story about Joke, a passionate guy who drinks sour red roselle juice and openly admits to being aggressive about love like the thorns of a rose, trying to develop intimacy with a boy who drinks sweet yellow chrysanthemum tea and says he would just stare at what he can't have than go after it like a sunflower in order to show his commitment . . .

Then both of these boys need each other to find that balance between their two ways of loving.

Joke has launched in elaborate plan to get Zo while Zo was willing to admire Nita from a distance for the rest of his life. Zo can't just stare at his crush (Rule #1), and Joke can't rush into things (Rule #2), yet neither has been truly themself from the start to get the other person (Rule #3).

In order to make this work:

Joke needs to learn sweet intimacy.

And Zo needs to understand burning passion.

So they can find a balance and be able to commit to each other when the time comes.

And maybe that will help their friends find a good balance between the secrets they hide in the dark and the looks they give in the light.

And maybe even rethink how they see things so they can find new meaning in what has been in front of them the entire time.

Because that look was more than what Kot said. Right?

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My Problematic Girl-Chapter 5

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 

“Woof.”

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‘See you tomorrow’.

That's what she said. But she didn't come to campus again. 

He doesn’t have Y/N's phone number; even if he did, he doesn’t want to know where she is. 

At least walking alone on the campus gives him peace of mind. Steve went to the storage building behind the art faculty building. He wants to reorganize the painting that he put in storage. 

The purpose of the storage is to put the students' artwork, but nobody ever uses it. Except for Steve, his apartment doesn’t have enough space to put all his artwork. So the storage became his studio. 

Oasis is a perfect word to describe it. The only place he could be free. 

He types the code to open the door; one of the most incredible things about Stark University is its security system. 

Steve pushed the door to see his favorite place, but instead, what he saw was…

Nothing. 

"Urgh." He wants to pass out. Steve grabbed the asthma inhaler from his bang to his mouth to breathe.

What the heck is going on here? 

Before he could think clearly, he got a text message from an unknown number that said. 

"West Building. 5 Minutes."

Steve immediately sprints to the location. He could figure out who sent it because of the site. It is the chancellor's office. 

That means she's there, and she took his painting. 

"Hufft"

Steve was able to take a breath when he arrived. 

There he saw the works that he thought had gone missing turned out to be inside the chancellor's office. 

But something is different from his painting because his canvas is framed now. 

It looks more beautiful than before. But who did this?

"Oh, you're here."

Steve was taken aback by his painting; he didn't realize there was a photo lighting, camera, photographer, and the last person he wanted to see.

Y/N.

Today she dressed in a light blue tweed suit with white stiletto heels. She looks different if he met her for the first time, he would probably thought she's a normal person.

Steve wants to scream at her for almost making him go insane, but he holds it in because other people are here.

"What's going on?"

"We're going to promote your painting using him." Y/N pointed her finger to the make-up table where everyone gathered.

"Tony."

Everyone near the make-up table stops what they're doing and makes way for the person who sits in the center to stand up. 

Tony Stark. Steve never saw him this close. He became nervous.

"I could see why she chose you." Tony straightened his suit while walking towards Steve. 

Then he pointed at one painting. "That's an amazing art piece. Why did I never see your painting in the hallway?"

So, in the Art Faculty, there's always an event where they choose one artwork from the student every month. Most of the students from his class got chosen, except Steve.

Steve answered, "Because the chosen painting is based on likes on social media. And I don't have that many friends."

"Hmm, bummer."

Tony's answer made Steve grit his teeth. It reminded him of Y/N. 

"Next time, I will get the expert to judge not by popular contest. If Y/N didn't meet you, I wouldn't discover the hidden talents from my campus."

When Steve heard that, he felt giddy inside because someone famous as Tony appreciated his work. 

Choosing Tony to promote his art is a good move because even though Tony is an eccentric man, he is also a trendsetter. Many wealthy men looked up to him. 

They will follow in his footsteps if they see Tony's new interest, collecting Steve's art.

Steve hated to admit it, but Y/N made the best move. 

Tony crossed his arms and tapped his fingers, still looking at Steve from head to toe. He sighed. "You're too skinny, and you need to have a makeover. I can't be photographed with you like this."

He waved his hand to call his secretary "Jarvis."

A man with a British accent approaches Tony, "Yes, sir."

Tony pointed at Steve and said, "Hired a trainer and stylist for this kid. Prepare him before the exhibition."

Jarvis noted on the tablet, "I will arrange it."

'Ehh?!' What did he just say? Trainer and stylist?

'CLAP!'

Tony clapped his hands, which made the photoshoot crew look at him; he smiled at them and said, "Shall we start?"

When everyone's attention move to Tony, Steve uses this chance to talk to Y/N. He grabbed his hand and said, "You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought my paintings were stolen."

Y/N touched his right chest; her sudden action made him blush. He immediately pushed her hand away. 

She chuckled, amused by his reaction. "Your heart is beating normally."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now, Y/N. You took everything I had out of the blue without telling me." 

Steve doesn't have much; his painting is his most precious treasures. 

And Y/N just took all he had without asking him. Steve clenched his fist.

His anger from the past came back, and he said, "Just like your father. Brian L/N."

When he mentioned her father's name, he swore he saw Y/N lose her usual calm composure. 

She turns her face away from Steve. He notices both of her hands start trembling again, like yesterday. 

Then her shoulder shook, and he could hear her laughing. She looked at him and said, "Bravo, Steve. You weren't as clueless as I thought."

Steve clenched his fist; he wanted to scream at this woman. Why could she laugh while he was stressed out and couldn’t sleep? 

She glanced at her watch and said, "Let's have a drink, and I'll explain everything to you."

He gasped; what was she thinking asking him to drink at 11 a.m.? 

Well, she’s Y/N; she could do whatever she wants. 

At the bar. 

Y/N put down her whiskey glass and then grabbed the burnt cigarette from the crystal ashtray to her lips. 

Steve is sitting in front of her; he doesn’t want to sit beside her because the smoke would trigger his asthma. “Smoking could kill you.”

She laughed while exhaling the smoke. “That’s the whole point.”

Steve didn’t find it funny. 

Both of them have been in this private room at the exclusive club for 15 minutes, and she hasn’t started talking. 

He crossed his arms and leaned back onto the leather couch. It is comfortable, but he can’t find any comfort now.

“You owe me an explanation.”

Y/N hummed at his words. She put out the cigarette to the ashtray, get rid of the tobacco taste from her lips with whiskey.

She leaned closer to Steve. “If I tell you everything, you must work with me until I say you’re done.”

Steve rolled his eyes, then raised both arms. “You have taken everything I have, Y/N. Just say it.”

She chuckled. “If you say so.”

Y/N became silent momentarily; then, her lips started moving. "But first, I want to clear my name from your accusations. I didn't take anything from you. Rather I gave you an opportunity." 

‘BANG!’

Steve punched the mahogany table, "Bullshit, what opportunity? Since the beginning, it was you who took all the decisions." 

‘Shit, it hurts.’ Even though his skinny hands hurt from punching the table, he needs to hold the pain. 

Y/N doesn’t bother with his sudden anger outburst, “I’m not done talking. What if I gave you a chance to ruin Brian Solomon?”

Steve noticed she never mentioned Brian L/N as ‘my father’, that means “You hate him.”

After he said those words, he felt Y/N's expression change to anger. 

“Hate is not enough to describe my feelings towards him.”

“Why do you hate your father?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “If he didn't have an affair with one of his clients that shocked my mother and made her die of a heart attack, and he didn't marry his mistress a week later after burying his wife, I probably wouldn't hate him.”

She continued, “What kind of father trusts his step-daughter more than his daughter who shares the same blood.”

Steve is out of words. She has a vendetta against her father and Solomon's family.

“But why did you bring me into this?”

Y/N lit another cigarette to ease her stress, “You probably have known why I got kicked out from the household.”

“Your case about Imperial University almost ruined the Solomon name.”

Y/N nodded. “I was too immature and made a mistake. They banned me from all their business while I needed access to the law firm.”

“But why me?”

Y/N raised her three fingers “Art, gallery, and money laundering. Solomon own an auction house called Napoleon’s. They are the only auction house in this city with the biggest money laundering client.”

“I already have two, art and the connection. But I don’t have anything to sell. I need to get their attention by making a lot of money in one night.”

“So you picked me.”

“Yes!!!”

“There’s other artist you could hired.”

“I could do that, but that wicked witch is watching me. If I hire a well-known artist, she will hire them first. That artist will agree to work with Napoleon rather than for me.”

The wicked witch she mentioned was probably her stepmother or step-sister. 

“Then, when I saw your work, I got an idea. Why not use a painting from an unknown artist? You are a perfect choice, then the PR team I hired will do their job.”

"My plan is only to sell you a painting made them jealous how come a small exhibition could receive that kind of money in one night. They don't want their first place to get taken away." 

Steve clicked his tounge "You're a hypocrite. You hate your father while enjoying the luxury."

"Ooh, you mean this?" Her hands show he outfit and watch. "My car and my money?"

She scoffed. "I haven't touched any cents from that man. All of this is from the investment by my mother before she died. And the audacity of them trying to steal my inheritance."

She put down her whiskey glass and took a document from her bag. 

"Here is the contract."

Ah, she mentioned it yesterday. He grabs the contract and starts reading. 

1. She will give him $50.000.

2.Y/N will pay for his mother's surgery

3. Every painting gets sold, he will get 80%. 

He almost jolted his eyes; she didn't lie when she said he would get many benefits.

"Where should I sign?"

Y/N chuckled while giving him a pen. “You’re a funny man Steve.”

After Steve signed the contract, both of them decided to go back. 

While on their way to her car, Steve asked, "You haven't told me your plan to deal with Brian." He stopped mentioning Brian as 'your father' to Y/N since she hated that person. 

"Ah, I will tell you another day,-"

Before she could finish her sentences, something held her waist and made her turn around.

She gasped when she saw the person she had been avoiding for months. "Brock?"

The tall man with black hair who wears a black suit put his around Y/N's shoulder. He didn't even notice Steve was there the whole time. "Finally, I found you. You left me worried since you never replied to my text ."

Steven doesn't understand why he has this big urge to push this guy away from Y/N, seeing her uncomfortable. 

Before he could do anything, Y/N pushed that guy away from her. 

"Let's go." Her eyes already speak to Steve, telling him to follow her. He glanced back to see the man still looking at them.

While Y/N drove the car, Steve asked her, "Who was that?"

"My ex-boyfriend."

Steve made an 'Ooo' face; he didn't know what to say anymore. 

"If you saw him, it's better to avoid him. He's crazy."

"Same as you?"

"Wow, you're getting brave, Steve. I take it back. He's a piece of trash because he sleeps with my step-sister when he's with me."

There’s a man who dares to betray Y/N? "A bastard and a liar."

Y/N agreed, and she nodded her head.

She dropped him off at the hospital. Through the window, she told him, "I think today is your lucky day."

Steve doesn't know what she is talking about; at least today, he understands her motive.

He went into a patient room where Sarah stayed, and when he opened the curtain, he saw her crying. 

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Sarah wiped her tears, hugged her son, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I received the news that they found the donor, and the surgery is scheduled for next week."

This great news took Steve aback. He knew all this could happen after signing the contract with Y/N. The power of money and connection.

He knew these things could go south, but if he could make his mother healthy again, he would go through hell.

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𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 - 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟤 (Fujin x Reader)

Official Masterlist - Part 1

Summary: Raiden is a very clear obstacle when it comes to the expression of love between you and Fujin, but the two of you don't mind tiptoeing around him for the time being. That is, until it begins to weigh on you, and the consequences of you inevitable discovering hung over you.

Word Count: 9k words

A/n: so you guys seemed to like the last part, and I absolutely adored this story so I was really keen on doing a part 2 anyways. Also I didn't mean to make it so long, I just couldn't stop writing T-T.

Warning/s: you guys literally fuck in this (you sickos like that shit anyways).

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I'm color-coding my moods, You're yellow, I'm natural blue, Let's get together and be green like my insides.

The two of you were reckless together, as if you were two teenagers discovering love for the first time and were experimenting with each other - souls and bodies.

At least I'll match your eyes, Jealous and hypnotized, Let's match our faces and be equally in love.

If you and Fujin weren't busy trying to be socially acceptable and concealing your relationship from his overprotective brother, the two of you were busy stealing kisses and feeling each other up in hidden corners of the Shaolin temples.

Part of you thought it was fun having to be so careful with him - like it was a game, and whoever's ideas got them caught first was the loser.

As exhilarating as it all was though, you couldn't help but feel a sense of discourage knowing that you had to hide your relationship simply because you were a fool, and everyone knew that Fujin was way too good for you.

But, how could you turn down the opportunity to play a little tonsil hockey in the furthest corner of the temple's gardens?

There, the two of you laid on the grassy ground, engaging in a less than godly type of kissing which allowed each of your hands to wonder to places they probably shouldn't have in a public space.

Your hands explored each other's bodies, fuelling the flames of desire. The thrill of the chase and the excitement of being discovered heightened your senses, adding an electrifying intensity to every touch. In those stolen moments, you were fully present, consumed by the intoxicating connection you shared with Fujin.

You felt his hand find it's place to your butt, and you pulled away from the kiss, your breath a little heavy as you spoke.

"...we can't do this here," you told him, noting the way things were beginning to escalate. "Oh? Why not?" he asked, a devilish smirk to his innocent face as his hand fastened where it was. "Because it wouldn't be very flattering if we got caught like this, now, would it?" you asked him, tracing your fingers along his bicep which seemed to be a mistake as it only turned him on just a little more. "We won't get caught, there's no one here," he whispered to you, leaning back in closer to you as his nose brushed briefly against your neck, "if you can remain quiet, that is."

His lips met your neck, and you couldn't help the sigh that passed your lips as you tilted your head back, submitting to his actions. He took advantage of your submission, and sunk his teeth into your soft skin. You gasped at the feeling, lacing your fingers in his hair and giving it a gentle tug.

You surrendered to the overwhelming desire, allowing yourselves to indulge in the passionate dance of entangled bodies and whispered moans. The grass beneath you provided an imperfect cushion, but the discomfort was a small price to pay for the blissful moments shared between you.

His fingers found the cute little buttons of your tight tank top which was designed to be light and easy to kombat in, though still beautiful and a reflection of the culture you were raised in. He began undoing these buttons, there were only three, and he undid them, revealing a generous amount of your cleavage. He reached into your shirt and felt your bare flesh, and as he played with your body, all you could do was relax into his touch and enjoy every bit of toying he did.

The crunching of footsteps nearby alerted the two of you, followed by familiar voices which seemed to be discussing something. You and Fujin were quick to tear away from each other's bodies, fixing yourselves and straightening up before anyone could see you the way you were.

Soon, the group came into sight. It was Raiden, and following him was your friends, Liu Kang and Kung Lao. They seemed to be discussing something rather important, but paused all together when they saw you and Fujin sitting together in the gardens.

As they approached you Raiden's eyes narrowed slightly, his stern expression revealing his suspicion. Liu and Lao, on the other hand, wore expressions of mischief, like they knew exactly what you had been getting up to. Lao made a face from behind Raiden as if to pretend he was kissing the air, and your face flushed a deeper red than it already was. Their presence only intensified the weight of secrecy that burdened your relationship, as they were among the few you trusted with your true selves.

You quickly rose from the grass, attempting to appear nonchalant, though your racing heart betrayed your composure. Fujin followed suit, his eyes darting from one person to another, searching for a plausible explanation.

"Brother, what brings you by the gardens?" Fujin asked, much more composed than you were. "We were discussing the upcoming tournament when we stumbled upon you two," he replied, his voice tinged with suspicion. "It seems we interrupted something." "Not at all, Raiden," Fujin lied, way too easily, as he looked to you, "we were just enjoying the day - the gardens are quite lovely around this time of year."

Raiden's gaze shifted between the two of you, his expression remaining stern but tinged with a hint of concern.

"I hope you both understand the importance of maintaining decorum and upholding the honour of the Shaolin temples," he admonished, his voice filled with a mix of authority and care. "Of course brother, always," Fujin nodded, while you tried not to look toward Lao who was most definitely making more lewd gestures to tease you.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao exchanged amused glances, their lips curling into mischievous smirks. Lao couldn't resist teasing you further.

"Oh, yes, the serenity of the gardens," he said, his voice filled with feigned innocence. "I'm sure you two were enjoying each other's company in a... shall we say, particularly serene manner."

You were bursting with embarrassment, and before you could show any more of this to Raiden, you decided it was best for you to leave.

"Uh, i-if you'll excuse me, Lord Raiden..." you spluttered, intending to walk past him. "(Y/n)," he addressed you, causing you to stop in your place beside him. "Buttons are usually done up."

Your blush deepened once again as you realised what he was referring to, covering your chest with your hands as you ran off in embarrassment. Naturally, as you ran away, you did up the buttons of your tank top, trying to save the little dignity you had left.

It seemed that no matter how careful you and Fujin tried to be, you were always on the verge of being caught. The thrill of secrecy was intoxicating, but it was starting to wear thin.

Once you were out of sight, you slowed your pace and took a moment to catch your breath. Your mind was racing, replaying the encounter over and over again. The teasing from Kung Lao, the suspicion in Raiden's eyes—it all made you realize just how fragile the façade you had built really was.

Finding a quiet spot away from prying eyes, you leaned against a stone wall and let out a sigh. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in. You and Fujin were living in a constant state of secrecy, always hiding your love from the world. It was exhausting, and deep down, you knew it couldn't continue like this forever.

You didn't see anyone for the rest of the day - you didn't want to see anyone, not even Fujin. You weren't mad at him for what had happened, you were just upset that this was the way things were. You were lucky enough that you could confide this stuff in your friends, and that they wouldn't go and mouth off to Raiden about it, providing you somewhat of an emotional outlet so that for the time you spent with them, you could pretend that you weren't a wind god's dirty little secret.



The birth of nightfall was making it's presence on the horizon as you made your way to a nearby waterfall with a towel and spare clothes at hand.

While there were baths in the Shaolin housing, you were one to enjoy the warmth which spring brought, and along with it the refreshing feeling of bathing in the Shaolin waterfalls, known for their magical healing properties.

You undressed and stepped into the cool water, letting it envelop your body and wash away the remnants of the day's events. The waterfall cascaded down, creating a soothing sound that eased your troubled mind. As you immersed yourself, the weight of secrecy slowly lifted, replaced by a sense of tranquillity.

You closed your eyes, allowing the water to caress your skin and rejuvenate your spirit. The colours of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, casting a beautiful glow on the surrounding landscape. In this moment of solitude, you found solace and a chance to reflect on the complexities of your relationship with Fujin.

Being with him was unlike anything you had experienced before. The connection between you was undeniable, and the passion that ignited whenever you were together was intoxicating. But the constant need for secrecy cast a shadow over your love, preventing it from fully blossoming.

The sound of someone approaching alerted you as you covered your body with you arms as well as submerging yourself down to your neck in the water, watching to see who it was that disturbed you at such an intimate time.

Relief washed over you as Fujin emerged from the dense forest which hid this little waterfall away like it were a sanctuary, and your body relaxed once more.

"Fujin, you scared me," you chuckled, looking over at him, "what are you doing here?" "I was looking for you," he told you, standing at the edge of the water, "though I should've known to look here first - I know how you love the water this time of year."

Your face flushed red again as you smiled at his thoughtfulness, the way he retained all these memories of you that you'd otherwise think were useless.

"May I join you?" Fujin asked, cutting through the momentary silence.

You were slightly surprised and taken a back by his request, though how silly would you be to turn down a chance to skinny dip with this gorgeous man.

"...o-of course," you spluttered, "be my guest."

He gave you a single nod with a mischievous smile, beginning to disrobe with not an ounce of shame in his beautiful body. You felt like such a pervert watching him, but you couldn't look away. He took his shirt off, and you couldn't help but admire his chiselled torso, and the way his glowing tattoos complimented his muscly biceps.

He knew you were watching and enjoyed the way he could make you so flustered just by taking his clothes off.

Fujin stepped into the water, causing ripples to dance around his feet. The cool water embraced him, just as it had embraced you moments before. As he waded closer to where you were, the moonlight caught the droplets on his skin, creating a mesmerizing sparkle that made him appear even more ethereal.

You averted your gaze, suddenly conscious of your own nakedness and the rising heat in your cheeks. But Fujin wasn't one to let you off the hook that easily. He moved closer, his eyes fixed on you, and a playful smirk graced his lips.

"Is there something on your mind, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with teasing.

You crossed your arms over your chest, attempting to hide your vulnerability.

"Just... admiring the view," you muttered, your voice barely audible.

Fujin chuckled softly, his laughter carrying through the air like a gentle breeze. He moved closer still, until he was standing right in front of you. The water now reached up to his waist, creating a barrier between you and the rest of the world.

He reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of wet hair away from your face. His touch was tender, his gaze filled with an unspoken promise.

"You know, my feather, there's no need to hide. Not from me."

You felt a mixture of emotions coursing through you, the vulnerability of being completely exposed both physically and emotionally. Fujin's words resonated with you, reminding you that he was the one person with whom you didn't need to hide or pretend.

Fujin reached out for you, grabbing your arms and gently pulling them away from your body. He stared down at you, admiring you for everything that you were, body and soul. His gaze was intense, and you could feel it burning through you, but part of you liked that feeling.

He drew you in, placing his hands on your waist as your naked bodies pressed together, allowing you to rest your own hands on his chest as you looked up at him, timid and flustered.

In that moment, with the sound of the waterfall echoing in the background, you surrendered yourself to the vulnerability and passion that enveloped you. Fujin's touch sent shivers down your spine, and the intensity in his eyes ignited a fire within you.

His lips met yours in a gentle yet fervent kiss, his hands tracing patterns along your back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The water embraced you both, creating a sensuous and intimate atmosphere that allowed you to let go of the weight of secrecy.

Lost in the moment, you let your hands explore his body, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath your fingertips. Every touch, every caress, was a testament to the connection you shared with Fujin. There was no need for words; your bodies spoke a language of desire and longing that only the two of you understood.

As the passion intensified, the boundaries between you blurred. The water embraced you both, creating a symphony of cascading droplets and muffled moans. Fujin's lips travelled from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of lingering kisses that ignited a delicious ache within you.

Time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the moment, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The rush of the waterfall provided a soundtrack to your love, drowning out the world and allowing you to focus solely on each other.

Underneath the waterfall, you and Fujin became one, merging your bodies and souls in a dance as old as time. You felt him move inside of you for the first time, and your body reacted pleasantly to the feeling. He sighed at the sounds you made in reaction to his movements, pressing his fingers into your waist a little harder than he had meant to as the two of you continued this beautiful dance.

Time became an abstract concept as you and Fujin rode the waves of pleasure together. The sensation of his touch, the warmth of his body against yours, and the sound of your mingled breaths filled the space between you.

As the intensity built, you could feel the tell-tale signs of release approaching. It was as if the world held its breath, waiting for that climactic moment where your desires would be met. And when it came, it was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo of shared ecstasy that left you both breathless and sated.

You held each other, the water cascading around you, as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

The moment was a culmination of everything you had been feeling and longing for. There, in the embrace of the waterfall, you felt a sense of freedom and intimacy that surpassed any previous encounter. The weight of secrecy and the fear of being discovered were momentarily forgotten as you clung to each other, hearts beating in unison.

Fujin's arms wrapped around you, holding you close, as you rested your head against his chest. The water continued to cascade down, providing a gentle symphony that soothed your weary souls.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that melted your heart. "No matter the circumstances, no matter the obstacles we face, I will always love you."

-

Once again, you found yourself fallen to the ground, courtesy of your opponent yet close friend, Liu Kang, as you two as well as Kung Lao participated in a training session lead by Master Bo' Rai Cho.

It was unusual that you gave in so easily. Even though your peers were considerably stronger than you, you usually put up a decent fight, especially in terms of skill and agility. But today, you simply couldn't focus, not with everything that was happening in your life at that point, secret or not.

As you lay on the ground, catching your breath, Liu extended a hand to help you up. You gave him a cheeky smile, sitting up and grabbing his hand as he pulled you to your feet, habitually wiping away the blood-dirt mix which had formed on your face from repeatedly falling on it like a mother cleaning the food off her child's face.

"Is something the matter, (Y/n)?"

You turned to face your master, the man having called you from his place to the side of the training ring with Lao at his side, awaiting his next turn to kick one of your asses again.

"You seem very distracted," he pointed out, tilting his head in a thoughtful manner, "is something on your mind?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, considering whether or not to confide in Master Bo' Rai Cho. While he was a skilled and wise teacher, you weren't sure if you were ready to delve deeper into your feelings regarding the situation. The weight of secrecy was still heavy on your shoulders, and you feared the consequences of exposing your love to others, even when you and Fujin had already confided in the master of your relationship.

"I... I'm just going through some personal issues," you finally replied, opting for a vague explanation. "It's nothing that will affect my training, Master. I'll do better next time."

Master Bo' Rai Cho observed you for a moment, his eyes filled with understanding. He was perceptive, and though he couldn't pinpoint the exact reason behind your distraction, he respected your privacy.

"Very well," he said, nodding. "Remember, (Y/n), it's important to find balance in all aspects of your life. If there's anything you need to talk about, my door is always open."

You gave him a nod, smiling gratefully at his offer as you traded places with Kung Lao and watched as he and Liu sparred. Your knees were drawn up to your chest, and you held your legs timidly, lost in your own thoughts. The training session continued, but your mind remained preoccupied with the internal battle you were facing in secret.

As you watched Kung Lao and Liu Kang engage in their kombat, you couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. They had each other's backs, supporting one another without hesitation. You knew they'd both do the exact same for you - they were awfully protective of you, having treated you like their baby sister since you were all kids. But the camaraderie and trust between them were evident, and it made you long for a similar level of openness with Fujin.

You were startled when you heard someone approach from behind you, spinning your head around only to smile sweetly when Fujin made his presence known.

"Fujin," you greeted, relief flooding through you as you took in his familiar face. "Come to watch us dick around when we're supposed to be training?"

He grinned at your remark.

"It is always a joy watching one of you fall on your face," he chuckled, reaching down and brushing over your face a little with his hand, "and by the looks of it, you were the one who fell on their face today."

You playfully swatted his hand away, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Hey now, don't get too comfortable. It won't be long before I'm back on my feet and showing these boys how it's done," you retorted, though the humour in your voice was tinged with a hint of frustration.

Fujin's expression softened as he took in your demeanour. He knew you well enough to sense that something was bothering you, even if you tried to hide it behind your usual banter.

Before he could ask though, your conversation was interrupted by someone.

"Fujin!"

The two of you turned to the voice which had called his name, finding that it was Lao who called for him, and that he and Liu had finished their spar with the likely winner of course being Liu. He was waving at the wind god.

"Won't you come spar with me?" Lao requested, "I'm pretty sure I could take a wind god." "Please," you scoffed, shaking your head, "you'll be down in an instant."

Fujin chuckled at your remark, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He turned his attention back to Kung Lao, considering his friend's offer.

"Very well," Fujin replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "But don't blame me when you're eating the dirt."

Lao grinned mischievously and stepped into the training ring, preparing himself for the impending battle. Liu stepped out of the ring and took a seat beside you, the two of you sharing a cheeky grin between each other. You watched with anticipation, knowing that despite Lao's confidence, Fujin's powers as the God of Wind would be a formidable challenge.

The two kombatants circled each other, their movements fluid and calculated. Lao attacked with a series of rapid strikes, his agility and speed on full display. But Fujin effortlessly dodged and countered, his control over the wind allowing him to evade Lao's attacks with ease.

You marvelled at Fujin's grace and skill, his movements like a delicate dance in perfect harmony with the elements. It was a reminder of why you fell in love with him in the first place. As the spar continued, the air crackled with energy, a testament to the power that Fujin possessed.

Despite Lao's best efforts, Fujin gradually gained the upper hand. He used his wind manipulation to create gusts that disrupted Lao's balance, leaving him vulnerable to Fujin's counterattacks. With a final powerful gust, Fujin sent Lao flying backward, landing on the ground with a thud.

The training session came to a halt as everyone turned their attention to the fallen warrior. You and Liu rushed over to Lao's side, alarmed at the volume of the thud which he made when he hit the ground. Fujin joined you, his expression filled with a mix of concern and satisfaction.

"Lao, are you alright?" you asked, helping him sit up.

Lao grinned up at you, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm fine, just a little winded," he replied, his voice laced with both admiration and slight annoyance. "Your boyfriend packs quite a punch."

Fujin extended a hand to help Lao up, his expression playful.

"You put up a good fight, Lao," Fujin said, a hint of pride in his voice. "But perhaps you should reconsider challenging a wind god."

Lao accepted Fujin's hand, pulling himself up with a sheepish grin.

"Duly noted," Lao huffed as you brushed him off, like he and Liu frequently did for you.

"Fujin," Bo' Rai Cho cut into the conversation, still at his place from outside of the ring, "your skills are valuable. I would like to see you spar with the other two now, if you'd be so kind. They have been slacking as of late."

"We haven't been slacking!" you defended playfully, punching Lao's arm in a friendly way, "Kung Poa's just a smart-ass." "Yeah, where do you think I learn it from?" Lao teased as he grabbed a hold of you, putting you in a headlock, "(Y/n), king of all smart-assery."

You groaned as he ruffled your hair, and before you could bite him again, Fujin spoke up.

"Sure, Master Bo' Rai Cho," Fujin replied, his voice filled with confidence. "I'd be happy to oblige."

Kung Lao unleashed you from your makeshift prison, and you all stood around, awaiting your master's instructions.

"Liu shall spar with Fujin first," Bo' Rai Cho directed.

As you and Lao stepped out of the ring, Liu and Fujin circled around each other in a challenging way. You knew this was sure to be a decent fight.

The air around them seemed to shift as they faced each other, their focused gazes locked in. Liu initiated the spar with a swift roundhouse kick, but Fujin effortlessly dodged it, demonstrating his agility and speed. He countered with a series of precise strikes, each movement calculated and powerful.

Liu retaliated with a barrage of punches and kicks, his attacks infused with fire as he tapped into his inner power. But Fujin's wind manipulation allowed him to create a barrier that shielded him from the flames, rendering Liu's attacks ineffective.

The spar continued, and the intensity grew with each passing moment. Fujin showcased his perfect control over the wind, using it to enhance his strikes and create whirlwinds that disrupted Liu Kang's balance. Liu, however, remained relentless, his fiery attacks fuelled by his determination.

As the spar reached its peak, the training ring became a spectacle of elemental forces colliding. Gusts of wind clashed with bursts of fire, creating a captivating display of power and skill. The ground beneath them trembled from the impact of their strikes, and the air crackled with energy.

Despite Liu Kang's incredible speed and fire-based attacks, Fujin's control over the wind proved to be a formidable advantage. He maneuvered with grace and precision, countering each of Liu's moves with calculated strikes and gusts of wind.

In a final display of power, Fujin summoned a tornado-like vortex, sweeping Liu off his feet and sending him crashing onto the ground.

Fujin approached Liu Kang, extending a hand to help him up. Liu Kang accepted the gesture, his face covered in a mixture of admiration and exhaustion.

"That was an excellent fight, Fujin," Liu Kang said, panting heavily. "Your control over the wind is truly remarkable."

Fujin nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"You fought valiantly, Liu Kang," Fujin replied, offering his respect. "Your fire is a force to be reckoned with."

"Excellent work, Liu Kang," Bo' Rai Cho praised his student, shortly after turning toward you and nodding, "(Y/n), it is now your turn."

As you entered the training ring, you locked eyes with Fujin. There was a glimmer of anticipation in his gaze, mirroring your own.

"Don't you dare go easy on her just 'cause she's your girlfriend," Kung Lao shouted from the observation stand, "show that goof-ass no mercy!"

You chuckled at Lao's comment, shaking your head in amusement. You knew he was just teasing, but deep down, you also knew that Fujin wouldn't hold back. He respected your abilities as a fighter and knew you could handle yourself.

Fujin stepped forward, his expression serious but tinged with affection.

"I would never go easy on her," he replied, his voice carrying a playful undertone. "She's more than capable of holding her own."

You grinned at his response, feeling a surge of confidence welling up within you. You had trained hard to reach this point, and you were eager to demonstrate your skills to Fujin, even if it meant facing off against him.

As the two of you circled each other in the ring, you could sense the anticipation building among your friends and Master Bo' Rai Cho. They were all familiar with your determination and your ability to surprise them with your resourcefulness in combat.

The moment arrived, and Fujin made the first move. He lunged forward with incredible speed, attempting to catch you off guard. But you were prepared, swiftly sidestepping his attack and countering with a series of quick strikes. The clash of your blows echoed in the training area, filling the air with the sound of determination and dedication.

Time seemed to blur as you and Fujin engaged in the intense spar. Sweat dripped from your brow, your muscles burning with exertion. But you refused to let fatigue get the better of you. You were fuelled by the desire to prove yourself, not just to Fujin, but also to yourself.

In a burst of adrenaline, you launched a flurry of strikes, each one executed with precision and power. Fujin defended himself with skill, his wind manipulation providing him with an advantage in manoeuvrability. But you persisted, your movements becoming more fluid and controlled.

Suddenly, you saw an opening—an opportunity to land a decisive blow. With a swift and well-timed strike, you managed to land a hit on Fujin, causing him to stumble backward. It was a small victory, but it filled you with a sense of accomplishment.

You thought this was the end, that you had overpowered him and won. However, you were gravely mistaken.

As you let your guard down, he channelled his wind powers, creating a powerful gust that sent you flying backward. You were thrown off balance, and in one swift movement, Fujin reached up and hit you. Now, his intentions were entirely with hitting your chest to knock you back. However, he miscalculated his movement, and his partially curled up fist met your nose. You fell back with a thud, and as you did, a generous amount of blood began leaking from your nose.

Before you could fully regain your senses, Fujin was already by your side, extending his hand to help you up. His eyes held a mix of concern and determination.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.

You nodded, accepting his hand and allowing him to pull you to your feet. Despite the setback, you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Fujin's skill and resilience. He had taken advantage of your momentary lapse and turned the tables on you.

"I'm fine," you replied, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "That was a good move. You really know how to keep me on my toes."

Fujin's lips curved into a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Always," he said, his voice filled with a mix of pride and affection. "I wouldn't want you getting too comfortable."

You grinned, trying to look annoyed though anyone could see that you were simply happy to just be in the moment with everyone. Fujin began wiping away at the blood that was pouring out of your nose, wiping that blood onto his own shirt in an affectionate way as he helped you to the observation stand.

"You know it's a healthy relationship when one of you can punch the other in the nose and it's alright," Lao teased, earning a playful glare from you.

You took a seat next to Liu, who handed you a towel to help clean up the blood on your face.

Master Bo Rai Cho turned toward all of you, though he was naturally focused on you at that moment, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and amusement.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)?" he asked, his tone light-hearted but genuine.

"Ahh, she'll be fine," Lao bantered, throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into him roughly, "she's tough. I broke her arm when we were kids and there wasn't a single tear. Psycho hose beast."

You chuckled at Lao's comment, despite the throbbing pain in your nose. You appreciated his light-heartedness and how he tried to lighten the situation.

"I'll live," you replied, dabbing at your nose with the towel. "Just a little battle scar to remind me not to let my guard down."

Bo' Rai Cho nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Indeed," he said, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "Remember, every defeat is an opportunity to learn and grow stronger. And you, my dear, have shown remarkable resilience."

You felt a swell of gratitude toward your master. Despite the occasional hardships and challenges, he had always been there to support and guide you, both as a mentor and a friend. His words resonated deeply with you, reinforcing your determination to improve and overcome any obstacles that stood in your path.

As you sat there, wiping away the last traces of blood, you looked around at your friends, each one wearing a different expression. Liu had a mix of concern and admiration on his face, while Kung Lao had a mischievous smirk. And Fujin, your partner in both love and kombat, watched you with an unwavering gaze, his eyes filled with affection.

This. This was what you longed for, to be open with everyone about Fujin, to exist as lovers where everyone could acknowledge and accept. Though, you knew you had a long way before that was ever possible. For now, you would enjoy these moments within this small group, of your two friends, your master, and your lover, and would save your sorrows for when you were alone, not allowing it to taint the perfect atmosphere you were surrounded by.

Fujin squeezed your hand gently, his touch grounding you in the present moment. You turned to him, a soft smile on your lips, grateful for his unwavering presence by your side.

"Thank you for always believing in me," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Fujin returned your smile, his eyes shining with affection.

"There's never a doubt in my mind," he replied, his voice warm and reassuring. "You are a force to be reckoned with, and I am honoured to stand beside you."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek, feeling a surge of gratitude and love for the wind god who had become such an integral part of your life.

"Ew! Get a room you two!" Lao teased, making a fake spewing noise.

You rolled your eyes at the smart-ass, throwing your bloody towel at him.

"Jealous, much?" you ribbed, cocking a brow at him.

Lao feigned offense, dramatically clutching his heart.

"How dare you suggest such a thing!" he exclaimed with mock seriousness. "I'll have you know, I'm perfectly content being one of two third wheel's to your lovey-dovey escapades."

There was a brief burst of laughter amongst all of you, directed at your absolute joker clown of a friend though the atmosphere was undoubtedly loving.

Training concluded for the day, and you all settled for dinner together with empty stomachs, but full hearts. Though naturally, your nagging thoughts would return, as nothing good can last forever.

-

You hated walking the halls of the Shaolin temples on your own, because no matter the time of day, the hallways were always dimly lit only by the little sunlight which made it's way into the buildings. It was spooky, and gave you the creeps, especially when uninvited vermin made noises which would startle you, only convincing you further of the presence of ghosts.

As you hurried through the shadowy corridors, your footsteps echoing faintly, you couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that engulfed you. You quickened your pace, keen to head out to the field to catch some fresh air.

You almost screamed when you felt a hand clasp you wrist from behind you, dragging you into a dark corner of the temple. They clasped a hand around your mouth, and before you could hit them, they revealed themself.

Only Fujin would scare you like that.

You let out a muffled gasp as Fujin removed his hand from your mouth, revealing a mischievous grin on his face. Despite the initial fright, a mixture of relief and annoyance washed over you.

"Fujin! You scared the shit out of me!" you scoffed, crossing your arms, "you know how much walking around here alone scares me." "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist," Fujin chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "you're so cute when you're frightened."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't help the slight smile that tugged at your lips. Despite the scare, being in Fujin's arms always made you feel safe and loved.

"Well, I'm glad my terror amuses you," you teased, resting your hands on his chest, "but is there any reason you frightened me here in particular?"

Fujin didn't say anything to this, though his actions spoke much louder than any words could've. The man leaned down and captured you in a lustful kiss, his lips moving against yours with a fervour that sent shivers down your spine. The dimly lit hallway suddenly faded into the background as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

His hands roamed your body, igniting a passionate fire within you. The world around you ceased to exist as you surrendered to the moment, your heart racing in sync with the rhythm of your kisses.

With a surge of desire, Fujin lifted you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. The coolness of the temple wall pressed against your back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. Time seemed to stand still as your bodies melded together in a dance of passion and longing.

Before things could escalate, however, something always went wrong.

"Brother."

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach at the sound of that voice, Fujin dropping you back to your feet as the two of you turned to face this consequence you had been evading successfully for a good long while.

Though obviously, the jig was up. You were found out.

"What..." Raiden began, lost for words as he looked between the two of you, "...what is the meaning of this?"

You exchanged a nervous glance with Fujin, the passion from moments ago fading into a mixture of apprehension and guilt.

"Raiden," Fujin spoke up, his voice filled with both determination and a touch of regret, "we were meaning to tell you. It's just... it never seemed like the right time."

There was a moment of silence, so thick and tense that one could've cut through it with a blade. Though, no matter how uncomfortable the silence, you didn't want it to go away - you weren't ready to face these consequences, yet here you were. You could feel Raiden's harsh gaze on you, intensely, and you felt as though you were about to implode with how fast your heart was being.

"(Y/n)."

You didn't dare look up at Raiden when he addressed you, only listening to hear what he wanted of you.

"I'd like to speak to my brother in private," he said, firm and harsh in his words, "so I'd appreciate if you left us alone."

You didn't say anything, only rushing away with your head down as you felt tears prick at your eyes. As you hurriedly made your way out of the dimly lit hallway, tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. The weight of guilt overwhelmed you.

The temple corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly, the shadows elongating and distorting with your turbulent emotions. Finding solace in a secluded spot outside, you leaned against a stone wall and let the tears flow freely. Each drop carried a mixture of remorse, fear, and uncertainty.

-

"Fujin," Raiden began, his voice dripping with anger and disappointment, "I cannot believe you would go against my orders to stay away from her. Does nothing I say mean anything to you?!"

"I told you: love chooses it's own path, and it chose her," Fujin reminded him, his own voice stern though his nature was gentle, "it was only a matter of time."

Raiden's anger intensified as he clenched his fists, his eyes sparking with electricity. He took a step closer to Fujin, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and sorrow.

"Fujin, you know the dangers of personal attachments," Raiden said, his tone sharp. "Our duty to protect Earthrealm comes before our own desires. We cannot afford to let emotions cloud our judgment."

Fujin stood his ground, his expression resolute but tinged with sadness.

"I understand the risks, Raiden," Fujin replied, his voice steady. "But love is not a weakness. It can give us motivation, and purpose. My feelings for (Y/n) do not diminish my dedication to our cause." Raiden shook his head, his disappointment evident.

"You speak of love as if it exists in isolation," Raiden said, his voice laced with frustration. "But love has consequences, Fujin. Consequences that can put us all in danger."

Fujin's gaze remained unwavering as he met Raiden's intense stare. "I am aware of the potential consequences, Raiden," Fujin said firmly. "But I refuse to deny myself the happiness and connection I have found with (Y/n). I believe we can find a way to balance our love and our duty."

"You are a fool!" Raiden shouted.

"No, you are the fool, brother!" Fujin snapped back at him, his gentle nature washing away with frustration. "There is nothing you can do or say that will stop me from pursuing this relationship with (Y/n). I love her, and my feelings will not change to accommodate anyone."

Raiden's anger flared, his fists tightening even more. The air around him crackled with electricity as sparks danced across his body. Though he would not continue this confrontation here, the man turning away from him and storming off elsewhere.

As Raiden turned away and stormed off, Fujin watched him with a mix of sadness and determination. He knew that his actions had strained their relationship, but he couldn't deny his love for you. Fujin had never felt such a deep connection with someone before, and he couldn't imagine his life without you by his side.

With a heavy sigh, Fujin decided to give Raiden some time to cool down before attempting to talk to him again. He understood that his brother was driven by the responsibility to protect Earthrealm, but he believed that love could coexist with their duty. He just needed to find a way to convince Raiden of the same.

-

With your tears easing up, you could feel yourself cooling down. Even so, your emotions were still overwhelming, and you feared the worst when you thought of how this would effect your relationship with Fujin.

Though, as you reflected on the situation, you hadn't yet noticed the menacing presence looming over you until he made himself known by speaking.

"(Y/n)."

You jumped a little, startled when you turned around and saw Raiden, standing a few feet away from you. You quickly wiped away your tears, trying to compose yourself in front of Raiden. His expression was stern, and you could sense the disappointment radiating from him.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied your voice.

"Raiden," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I... I'm sorry. I never wanted things to turn out like this. It's just... Fujin and I, we didn't plan for this to happen."

"(Y/n), you will no longer see Fujin." You whipped your head back around at this, shocked at his order.

The words hung in the air, causing your heart to sink further. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It felt like a heavy blow, threatening to shatter the now presumably weakened connection you had with Fujin.

"Excuse me?" you asked in disbelief.

"Your bond with Fujin is hindering his duties as a protector of Earthrealm," Raiden elaborated, not a single hint of sympathy in his voice, "and because of that, I must ask that you cut ties with him and avoid each other."

"No."

Raiden was taken back by your blunt, harsh response, watching as you stood up from where you were to face him. Though, his stunned state didn't last him very long, as rage overtook him. His eyes flashed with anger as he clenched his fists tightly, sparks of electricity crackling around him. His disappointment turned into a fierce determination to assert his authority.

"You dare defy me, mortal?" Raiden's voice boomed, his divine power radiating with an intensity that shook the air around you. "You have no say in this matter. I am the Thunder God, the protector of Earthrealm, and I will not allow my brother's loyalty to waver because of a mere human."

His words struck you like a physical blow, but you refused to back down. Your love for Fujin was strong, and you couldn't accept the idea of severing ties with him.

"My relationship with your brother is none of your business!" you snapped at him, noting the way a storm began brewing around you, "love is not something you can control or dictate. Fujin and I have found something special, and I won't let you take that away from us!!"

Raiden's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and disappointment. He took a step closer to you, his powerful presence dominating the space around you.

"Very well," he said in a low, menacing tone, conjuring electricity between his two hands, "if I cannot convince you, I will force you."

Your face paled when his previously white electricity turned a dark red, and before you could comprehend what exactly was happening, he struck you with his godly powers.

You fell to the ground, crying out and seizing as the electricity commanded of you.

"Yield," Raiden demanded of you as he watched you writhe on the ground before him.

"...n-never," you spat.

As you tried to recover from the blow, Raiden hit you with another shock, causing you to cry out once again, seizing and wriggling in pain.

"Each surge of energy I send through you will be more powerful than the next," Raiden warned her, preparing yet another blast, "submit, or face the consequences."

You coughed up blood as you looked up at him, and though you were in immense pain, a devilish smirk plastered itself to your face, and you spat the blood out.

"...ha...I could do this...all day," you wheezed, a painful chuckle passing your bloody lips.

Another strike hit you, and like he said it would be, it was more intense than the last. You seized uncontrollably, feeling tears prick your eyes though you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of tears.

Just as the pain threatened to overwhelm you, a powerful gust of wind suddenly swept through the area, dispersing Raiden's electrical assault. You gasped, looking up to see Fujin standing before you, his eyes blazing with determination and anger.

As you laid your head down in relief, looking over to the side, you saw that your friends had been observing from afar, staring at you in panicked states though you figured Fujin would've told them to stand back while he took care of this.

"Enough, Raiden!" Fujin's voice boomed, commanding attention. "Fear and control are not the ways of a true protector."

"You dare interfere, Fujin?!" Raiden growled, his voice laced with anger.

Fujin stepped forward, his presence radiating strength and resolve.

"I dare to protect what is right," he declared, his voice steady despite the underlying anger. "Love and compassion are not weaknesses, Raiden. They are the very essence of our humanity."

Raiden's expression contorted with a mix of fury and frustration.

"You have become weak, Fujin," he seethed, sparks of lightning crackling around him. "You let your emotions cloud your judgment."

Fujin's eyes blazed with determination as he met Raiden's gaze.

"No, brother. It is you who has lost sight of what it means to be a protector. True strength lies in understanding and empathy. You must learn to embrace the bonds that connect us rather than seek to control them."

The two gods stood in opposition, their powers crackling in the air, representing the clash between duty and love, control and freedom.

"You will not sway me, Fujin," Raiden spat, summoning a surge of electricity that crackled with dark intensity. "I will show you the power of a true god!"

Without any further hesitation, Raiden struck first, sending forth a barrage of lightning bolts aimed at Fujin. The air crackled with raw energy as the bolts surged through the battlefield, aiming to overpower and subdue Fujin's defenses.

But Fujin was swift and agile, his mastery over wind granting him unparalleled mobility. He gracefully evaded the lightning strikes, dancing through the air with the finesse of a leaf carried by a gust of wind. As each bolt missed its mark, Fujin retaliated with focused precision.

He conjured powerful gusts of wind, directing them toward Raiden. The gales howled, pushing against Raiden's electrical assault, threatening to disrupt and disperse his attacks. The winds swirled around Raiden, testing his control over the elements and challenging his dominance.

Raiden, unwilling to be outmatched, amplified his electrical powers, intensifying the bolts of lightning. The sky crackled with energy as he unleashed a devastating surge, aiming to overpower Fujin's wind manipulation and break through his defenses.

The two godly forces clashed with immense power, their energies creating a dazzling display of light and sound. Bolts of lightning clashed against the powerful gusts of wind, causing explosions and shockwaves that reverberated throughout the battleground.

Fujin pressed his advantage, using his mastery over the winds to control the battlefield. He summoned gusts of air that circled around Raiden, restricting his movement and limiting his ability to retaliate. The once all-powerful Thunder God found himself trapped in the whirlwind, his authority challenged by Fujin's unwavering determination.

With a final surge of wind, Fujin sent Raiden hurtling through the air, crashing into the ground with a resounding impact. The force of the impact reverberated throughout the battlefield, momentarily silencing the chaos.

As the dust settled, Fujin approached the fallen Raiden, his expression softened with a mix of compassion and disappointment. He extended a hand, offering Raiden a chance at redemption and reconciliation.

"Raiden, your power should be used to protect and guide, not to control and suppress," Fujin spoke with firmness, yet a hint of empathy in his voice.

His energy cooled down from red back to it's original white, and Raiden sighed, realising the weight of what he had just done as he took Fujin's hand, allowing him to pull his brother onto his feet.

"I am a fool..." Raiden uttered, looking at his hands which he used to commit a horrid act of violence, "I have allowed myself to become a slave to anger."

Fujin's gaze softened as he heard the genuine remorse in Raiden's voice. He placed a reassuring hand on Raiden's shoulder, offering him solace and understanding.

"We all stumble along our paths, Raiden," Fujin replied, his voice filled with compassion. "What matters is how we learn from our mistakes and strive to make amends."

Raiden nodded, a mixture of gratitude and shame etched on his face. The brothers stood together, their differences momentarily set aside in favour of a shared commitment to restore balance and rectify the damage that had been done.

Liu Kang and Kung Lao were quick to rush to your side, helping you up into a sitting position as they assessed your state.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright??" Liu asked, cringing when you coughed up a little more blood.

You mustered a weak yet cheeky smile, trying to reassure them despite the pain coursing through your body.

"I've had worse," you boasted, Lao sighing as he wiped the blood away from your face affectionately. "Right, worse being all of your painfully embarrassing moments where you make a fool of yourself," he teased, wiping the blood on his hand onto your shirt, "I still get second hand embarrassment thinking about any of those moments."

You chuckled softly, wincing at the pain but appreciating the lightened atmosphere his teasing brought even in such a dark situation.

"Hey now, those moments make life interesting," you retorted, playfully nudging Kung Lao's arm. "Besides, you've had your fair share of embarrassing moments too, my friend."

Kung Lao raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his face.

"Oh, really? Care to give some examples?" he challenged, enjoying the banter.

You laughed, a hint of fatigue evident in your voice. Though before you could fill him in on his challenge to you, the three of you were approached by Fujin and Raiden.

The thunder god had an apologetic look plastered to his face, and naturally it was for you

"(Y/n), I am deeply sorry for what I've done," Raiden spoke, his voice tinged with guilt. "You did not deserve the pain I inflicted upon you, nor did I have the right to interfere with your relationship. Please, accept my apologies."

You looked into Raiden's eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and sincerity in his words. You could feel the weight of his apology, and you knew that he was truly sorry for the pain he had caused.

"Thank you Raiden, your apology means a lot to me," you croaked, holding your stomach as you spoke.

Raiden looked between you and Fujin, acknowledging the relationship between you for the first time in a positive light.

"My brother is truly an amazing deity," he praised, placing a hand on Fujin's shoulder, "I was ridiculous to believe that there was no room in his heart for balance, and for that I am sorry. You needn't hide yourselves away from me anymore. I will not criticise you for something that is truly beautiful." "Thank you, brother," Fujin added, resting his hand on his brother's arm as they shared a sentimental moment between them.

Considering you were injured quite a bit from the electric damage inflicted on you, Fujin decided in that moment that it was definitely best to tend to your wounds.

He decided to excuse himself from everyone as he knelt down beside you, scooping you up in his arms bridal style before standing back up and carrying you away to somewhere the two of you could have privacy, so he could heal you.

Even though you were in immense pain, you had never been happier and more relieved. The weight of secrecy had been lifted from you, and you were free to do as you pleased with your lover.

-

#fujin mortal kombat #fujin x reader #fujin #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #fluff #angst

[dayseedrawz2]

Okokok, Its time to stop mentally preparing... (for Pomni AND me in this case cuz I sorta regret doing this-) this part is probably gonna be longer than the first

[also tagging @sm-baby again. I'm sorry if I'm infiltrating you notifications but if I tagged you in the first it makes sense to tag you in the rest of the parts]

Here is part one of the Fic:

Okay now here we go again...

PART 2 OF:

☆Settings for two☆

Pomni, not having much to do while waiting for Caine and the others, just sat on the floor on the stage. Letting herself stare off into space, with the thought of escape still circling her head.

Caine was gone for a bit longer than she thought he'd be. She thought he would just snap his fingers and bring the cast out against their will. Ya know, like the oblivous AI that he is. Or at least he appeard to be to her... Then she heard the distant bustling and chatting of the others getting closer:

"Do we really have to do this for her??"

"I guess so. But I don't quite mind."

"Yeah, whatever. I just think it's stupid that he's involving us..."

"The only thing stupid about it is that he's involving you, Jax."

"Oh, settle down, guys! I think it's really sweet of him!"

"Shut up, Dollface!"

"C-can you guys stop arguing..?"

"Oh! Of course! Sorry, Gangle."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

"Let's just get the day over with..."

Pomni got up as they all lined up side by side in the center of the room. But She was still a bit confused...

"What on earth were they talking about..?"

The thought lingerd with her, but it didn't invade her mind as much as the inevitable effect of her plan. But her train of thought again was interrupted by the voice of Caine bursting into their muffled conversations:

"Good morning again, my superstars!"

He swooped around the corner, approaching from the direction of the hallway.

"I hope you all are excited for today's adventure! This one is sure to be a doozy!"

He began to explain the rules of the adventure. "Something Something, the grounds, blah blah blah, Something about the Carnival? Or perhaps it was the Lake?" Not like she would know. She wasn't paying much attention. Again, all that was on her mind was the idea of leaving. When finally she tuned back in to Caine as he wrapped up his speach:

"Alright everyone! I hope you all enjoy the adventure! Stay safe and have fun!"

*Snap!*

And POOF! Caine and the others was teleported to who knows where.

Execpt, for Pomni?

She started to panic a bit:

"Im still here!? Should've known not to get my hopes up... Maybe he set that door there as a trap like the others..."

Well, at least she was alone...

*Poof!*

"Pomni!? What're you still doing here!?"

"Oh God..."

He snapped in attempt to fix what he thought was some sort of bug on his end.

Nothing happened.

Another snap.

Nothing.

He began to grow visibly frustrated, continually snapping as he spoke:

"M-my apologies, dear! There seems to be something wrong with-"

He turned to see the blue door slightly open. Pomni grew worried:

"Oh god... Did he see me in there?? Is he gonna do something to me??"

To her surprise, upon connecting the dots, he simply laughed it off:

"Haha! It appears someone got into the old settings room!"

"..."

"I told Bubble to quit messing with code without permission! I'll be giving him a stern talking to later..."

Though still tense, she let out a releived sigh:

"Sorry again, my dear! I guess this means you'll have to sit out of today's adventure!"

"I-it's fine, Caine. If that's all, I'll just head back to my room now-"

"W-wait!"

His response was a bit more panicked than usual:

"I-I'm afraid you can not go to your room at this time..."

This, of course, alarmed her:

"Wh- I- why not..?"

"You should be in the adventure right now, so even if you tried, the place would glitch like crazy!"

"Oh... well, uh- now what?"

"I... I'm not sure. This hasn't really happened before..."

"Mhmm..."

"Yup..."

It was a bit off-putting seeing Caine this quiet. Normally, he's always bugging her and the others with his antics. Not that she would prefer if he did, just- it didn't feel right that he wasn't.

Caine to must have realized just how akward it felt. He attempted to continue the conversation:

"Ya know, lately a lot of things have happened here that haven't happened before since you got here! It's pretty funny now that I think about it!"

"R-really? Like what..?"

"Well, if I knew, I would tell you! Haha!"

She wasn't quite sure what he was implying. "Was it some sorta joke? A reference?"

"S-sorry, what? I don't quite get it..."

"Well, as a not human being, I have been trying to learn as much as I can from you humans! I want to make sure that this place is as normal and comfortable as it can be!"

As he continued, he seemed more down to earth than he usually was:

"I tried to ask everyone for information about the human world, but either they say they don't remember or they just don't answer me at all."

This answer from Caine caught Pomni very off guard. She didn't expect him to open up to something like this. Especially to her.

"Gee, well- I-"

"But the feedback you gave me this morning, It made me realize. Perhaps I have been asking the wrong questions?"

She wasn't sure how to answer. Never has she been good at giving good feedback, but still she decided to give her best- "advice" You could say.

"You mean you should ask more about their personal issues with the place? Well- it might be different for everyone, but it might give you at least a few of the answers you're looking for? I-"

She was cut off by Caine rapidly shaking her hand:

"Why thank you again, my dear, for your feedback! Hopefully, this will improve everyone's stay!"

The rapid hand-shaking continued:

"Y-you're welcome?"

The shaking finally stopped, making Pomni almost fall forward:

"Well then, I suppose we should wait for the others' return."

"Yeah... I guess we'll be here for a while, heh."

He checked his WackyWatchTM:

"My! It's already almost over! They will be here any minute now!"

"Wait, really?"

"If my WackyWatchTM is right! It's as if it only started not even 5 minutes ago! Ha! That's one more odd thing that's happened since you've been here! Care to explain that one?"

Pomni had to think about that one for a moment. She hadn't had this sort of experience for a while:

"Well, if i remember, humans usually are unaware of time when doing something fun or being around someone that they enjoy being around."

This answer seemed to peak his interest even more:

"I am surprised that you are even willing to share this information with me! Is there anything else?"

As their conversation continued, Pomni thought:

"Huh... maybe this guy really does have good intentions..."

And there! Cut! End part! I can't write anymore-

Stay tuned for the third and final part!

(It is 1 am for me rn and I started at like 10 or 11 oh my goodness)

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine #showtime #tadc pomni #tadc showtime #caine x pomni

[honeygrahambitch]

WHATS A HANNIGRAM CODED TAYLOR SWIFT SONG

The perfect ask doesn't exi-

I have prepared for this my whole life. Here is a list of hannigram coded taylor swift songs.

Look what you made me do

it's sexy and petty and it's the perfect Will Graham in salmon shirt revenge song but it's also very Hannibal in Mizumono coded.

2. I did something bad

perfect for both of them and especially for Will discovering that killing people makes him feel stuff that he shouldn't

3. Back to december (I am feral about this one)

perfect for them. chef's kiss. You can listen to it and think about Mizumono or about Digestivo, depends what kind of pain you want.

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright

this is so Will Graham thinking about Mizumono and also Hannibal surrendering to the FBI cause he doesn't need freedom if he cannot have Will.

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't So if the chain is on your door, I understand

This lyrics too because it's the tea cup motif, turning back the time, which is exactly what Hannibal wanted to do in digestivo. And also related to Will's regrets about Mizumono.

4. Mastermind

Perfect for them both, from beginning to end. Nothing to add than some very fitting lyrics.

I knew I wanted your body I laid the groundwork, and then Just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line What if I told you I'm a mastermind? And now you're mine It was all my design

5. Better than revenge (more as crack if you want to think of it from Hannibal's pov towards Molly lol)

6. Right where you left me

season 3b coded, breaks you to pieces if you imagine them and the glass wall in between.

7. Wonderland

I reached for you, but you were gone I knew I had to go back home You searched the world for somethin' else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

them in season 3a, Hannibal trying to replace Will with Anthony but it was in vain.

8. Come back, be here

Will grieving after Hannibal left

9. Hoax

there is so much to say about this one, I find it very fitting

My only one My smoking gun My eclipsed sun This has broken me down My twisted knife My sleepless night My win-less fight This has frozen my ground

(...)

My best laid plan Your sleight of hand My barren land I am ash from your fire

(...)

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart You knew the password, so I let you in the door You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark

you can think about all the pain they have inflicted into each other and each time they have betrayed each other

10. I almost do

11. Sad Beautiful Tragic

so so so hannigram coded

We both wake In lonely beds In different cities And time Is taking its sweet time erasing you And you've got your demons And darlin' they all look like me

12. Ivy (which is considered to be a very queer song)

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

13. Willow (a lil more cheesy)

14. The lakes

hannigram coded because they don't fit in the normal world. And the lyrics sound like something Hannibal would say

15. Vigilante shit

as petty and sexy as Look what you made me do

16. Bad blood

doesn't need any explanation

17. No body, no crime

for the whole arc of Will trying to convince everyone Hannibal framed him

18. Getaway Car

Mizumono coded

19. The Great War

twotl coded

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War

(...)

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers Soldier down on that icy ground Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you

and this part very Mizumono coded

20. Peace

they are both problematic for each other

21. The Alcott

describes the Uffizi Gallery scene. Like, in perfect detail.

22. My tears ricochet

23. Illicit Affairs

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

24. Last kiss

for when Hannibal is locked up

25. Haunted

26. Cowboy like me

especially because Will is from the south lol

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one

Hope this helps!

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #taylor swift

[fullmoans]

Home is a Fire | TW fix-it | P. 1

They left Stiles out because they knew the nogitsune would tear him apart, but now the nogitsune is gone and Stiles can feel the nemeton telling him it isn’t over — not for him. And maybe not for Derek either.

There was fire, so much fire. It was hot and blinding, blurring everything else from his view. Suddenly, out of the dark he saw glowing red eyes. He felt pain. Then everything went dark. Gradually, a faint blue light spread from the waning moon above until he could see his surroundings. He was in the forest and he was alone. He turned around once, twice, looking for the source of the fire but he only found himself standing in the one place he never thought he would again. In front of him was the nemeton.

xx

With a start, Stiles Stilinski jolted awake in his small twin bed, almost falling out of it. He reached for his phone for a few moments until he remembered how he had broken it. While on shift they’d gotten a call about a fire, which turned out to be a small kitchen fire with little harm done, and in the haste to load up the truck he’d left his phone on the ground where he had been sitting – only a few feet in front of one of the truck’s wheels. It wasn’t until they got back that he realized what happened to his phone and he planned to fix it but days just kept passing.

He couldn’t sleep, his mind was racing. He got up and left his bedroom. His small apartment was an open room with a kitchen and a balcony and only two doors for his bedroom and his bathroom. The oven clock read 6:05. He went back into the room to change into a pair of jeans and a ratty, too big T-shirt – probably one of Scott’s he’d been accidentally carrying with him for the past 15 years. Once dressed, he could run down to a corner store just a few miles away, one he knew had a pay phone.

xx

It was still dark when Stiles reached the pay phone and fumbled around his center console for enough quarters to make a call. Sheriff Noah Stilinski picked up on the second ring. “Stiles?”

Stiles paused for a moment. The area code. Of course his dad would know it had to be him.

“What happened in Beacon Hills?” Stiles asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I had a dream. All I could see were red eyes. I think something happened to Scott and I think it happened there.”

“Oh, Stiles. Scott’s fine. It was Derek. There was a fire.”

Stiles hung up the phone. He couldn’t breathe. He’d seen a fire. He’d seen the eyes of a wolf, of an alpha. Not Scott’s eyes, but Derek’s. Stiles had been running from what happened to him in Beacon Hills, from what happened to him after, from the heartbreak of Lydia leaving him without a word.

He’d tried to find her for weeks. Whenever he wasn’t working or sleeping, he was searching their favorite cafes, diners, shops, even the park they’d gone to when they first moved to Portland. Instead, he found Jackson. At the diner he’d told Lydia that he would spend the rest of his life with her, Jackson was sitting in the front booth looking directly at him. “Stop looking for her, Stiles. She’s not coming back,” Jackson had said. There wasn’t a drop of sympathy in his voice.

“Why?” Stiles had asked. He was too out of it to play the game with Jackson. He didn’t want to trade insults over a cup of burnt coffee. He just wanted to know why she’d left.

“She had a premonition. Being with you wasn’t what she was supposed to be doing. She knew for weeks but she knew you wouldn’t accept that. She needs you to let her go.”

And he had. It had been 6 years since Lydia had left. It had been longer since he’d been back to Beacon Hills. 5 years still since he’d even seen Scott. He’d seen his dad a few times, when Noah came to visit him in Portland. His therapist said he had PTSD, though she couldn’t say from what – because Stiles didn’t tell her. He didn’t tell her about the friends he had seen die, the people whose deaths he’d been responsible for. He didn’t tell her about what happened in Beacon Hills. Still, he was doing better. He’d learned how to deal with his panic attacks, how to sleep without seeing faces of the people they’d lost, and he’d cut off as much contact with that life as possible after Lydia had left. Occasionally he’d get a text from Malia, an update from his dad on Derek’s son stealing his Jeep again, or a picture of a dog at Scott’s shelter usually accompanied by a message about how Stiles needed a companion and this dog would be the perfect choice.

xx

The sun was finally coming up when Stiles left his apartment again, this time with a duffle bag. He had to stop by the station first, let the chief know he needed a few days off for a family emergency. He said it was his dad, something was wrong with his dad. If his chief didn’t believe him, he didn’t say. He nodded, turned to make it down on the calendar, and gave Stiles 12 days to come back.

The drive ahead of him was going to take hours and his thoughts were still racing. What had happened to Derek? Had Kate come back for him? Had another Argent? Why had his eyes been red? What did the nemeton have to do with any of this?

xx

Outside of Noah Stilinski’s house, there were so many cars. More than he had seen in a long time. The sun was starting to fall from the later afternoon sky. The usually comforting smell of damp woods was missing. A faint smell of smoke remained. He left his duffle bag in the car, a black compact car that got him around well enough, and headed inside.

The house immediately went quiet when Stiles opened the door. He saw his dad talking to a kid – Derek’s son. He saw Scott’s Mom and Allison’s Dad and even Deacon, who he hadn’t seen in at least a decade. Peter was there, in a corner, and Malia glared at him from a few feet away. Liam, Mason, Parrish, and a girl he didn’t know were scattered around the room, too. Lydia and Jackson stood together and Stiles fought the urge to turn and walk straight back to his car. “Stiles?” He turned his attention to Scott. Scott who was standing with someone he didn’t recognize. Did he? She looked so much like someone they’d lost.

“Allison?” He whispered.

“Hey Stiles. It’s me.” Stiles let out a sob. “It’s really me,” she said, taking a step towards him. Scott moved with her and he let out another noise. Suddenly Allison was in his arms. Allison who had been dead. Allison whose death he had been responsible for. Who he had let die.

“How?” He could feel Scott’s arms go around them both. He felt Malia’s next and then Lydia’s hand on his shoulder. This was real. Allison had come back from the dead and in return, they’d lost someone else. It wasn’t fair.

“Derek,” he whispered. He could feel them tense as they let him go, retreating to where they’d been before.

The boy, Eli, he'd remembered his Dad calling him, made eye contact with him then. “My Dad held him back. He saved us. He sent that monster straight to Hell.”

“Parrish sent him to Hell, Derek held him in place,” Malia whispered.

“You were at the nemeton,” Stiles said, trying to put together how his dream had played into this. “No one called. No one came to get me. Derek is gone and I didn’t even know something was happening.”

“I tried to call you but it didn’t go through,” Lydia whispered. Shit, his phone had been broken for 5 days. Had it really all happened so suddenly?

“You couldn’t have been here, kid,” his Dad said, firmly. “That thing, I’m not sure we could’ve stopped it if it had gotten to you this time. He wasn’t playing by the rules anymore. He would never have let you go.”

“Who?” Stiles asked but he did so quietly. In his mind, the nemeton flashed again, this time it was bright – white. There was a chess board on top. “The nogitsune.”

“Yes.” Stiles couldn’t tell whether it was his dad, Scott, or Chris Argent who had responded. Maybe it had been all of them. Maybe none. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t get air. He was going to die and it was going to be because of the nogitsune, again. “He’s dead, Stiles. Gone. Burned by a hellhound. He can’t hurt you or any of us again.” That was Scott’s voice, it was definitely Scott’s.

“But he got Derek,” Stiles said, looking at Scott.

“Derek held him in place on the nemeton while Parrish lit him up. Someone had to hold him there. No one could’ve survived that kind of fire. He made a sacrifice to save all of us.” Stiles couldn’t listen to Scott anymore. He still couldn’t breath but he didn’t feel so much like he was dying. Somewhere, deep inside of him, he felt a pull. He needed to follow it. Out the door, into the woods, and he was running.

xx

Stiles ran until his legs wouldn’t cooperate any more. He collapsed in a clearing of trees. When he looked up, he knew what had been pulling him. It was right in front of him. The nemeton. And it was glowing. Silvery blue strands of light flowed out from the center. He blinked. In that second, the light was gone, and he was just a man on his knees in front of a tree stump with the sun setting and the air turning cold.

But he’d seen it – that light. The nemeton wasn’t done with him yet, and maybe, just maybe, that meant it wasn’t done with Derek either.

#teen wolf #teenwolf #sterek #stiles #teen wolf stiles #derek hale #tw #tw fix it #teen wolf fix it #sterek fix it #fanfic #sterek fic #sterek fanfic #teen wolf the movie #teen wolf movie #firefighter!stiles #scallison #eli hale #nemeton #spark!stiles #stiles is a druid or whatever #no deviation from movie until the very end #after the events of the movie stiles is sent a dream from the nemeton #derek’s alive #literally pls tell me if u want more of this thx #I have ideas

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Sindri x gn!mute!reader

Requested by: @simpforjesus: Can I please request Sindri x mute reader with angst with happy ending. Maybe Brok and Sindri have known the reader a long time and Sindri has liked them a long time but has not told them. Also I imagine Brok loves to tease Sindri about it lol. That’s not too short of an idea is it?

Mute reader, fluff, Sindri is OCD coded and has anxiety, headcannons and sort of story

You two probably met when Sindri and Brok were still living in swartalfheim when they were still unknown blacksmiths

You met Brok first when you stumbled upon them looking for a different blacksmith that you had known for a while but with the confusing city scape you reluctantly let them fix up your armor

Brok just thought you were not one for conversation but that didn’t stop him from talking your ear

You liked the foul mouthed blue dwarf so you chose to come around more often

You’d never tell him that it was because he was closer than your other blacksmith… not like you could

He didn’t find out about your muteness until the third time you came around, he legitimately thought you wanted to fit the ‘silent, mysterious adventurer’ archetype

When you actually tried communicating to him in Midgardian sign language he just kinda stood there, he didn’t know shit about sign language so you gave up, either listened to him and making exaggerated hand gestures

One of Broks favorite topics to talk about was his brother, well really just to complain about him

That he’s over working him and himself with their new project and that he has too drag him out of the house to get a lick of sun

when you questioned about their project he just rose his brows, whistled, and said how they’d figure out soon enough and that it will make them famous(the irony)

The next time you came around with new dents in your armpit you were met with arguing

The door to their forge burst open with someone falling to the floor, Brok stood in the entryway so you could deduce the dwarf on the ground was his brother

You stared at the man as he got off the ground not seeming to notice you so you got a good look at him

You wouldn’t guess the two were related because of their lack of shared traits

Brok noticed you and ushered you in while the other brother just stood there, realizing that someone just witnessed him getting kicked out of his own home

As Brok ushered you to take off your armor he says “ignore Sindri, fuckin’ hermit.”

While waiting for Brok to finish his adjustments Sindri opens the door albeit shamefully, he didn’t expect you to still be there so he just sort of freezes before introducing himself

He was a little dejected when you only smiled to him and said nothing, he gave a questioning look to his brother before Brok yelled about how you were mute

His mouth made an o in acknowledgment and asked “Do you sign?”

The question surprised you but you signed to him your name, where your from, and why you where there, not so sure he would even understand but to yours and Broks surprise he understood.

You two talked the entire time while Brok fixed your armor, it became routine for future visits

You two had such a strong affinity towards each other that Brok couldn’t stop himself from teasing Sindri whenever your back was turned

After a couple months they were comfortable able enough to show you mjolnir proudly but then watched as they torn themselves up after it for years to come, especially Sindri which tore you up the most

you’d watch as he would stay up night after night trying to create something to rival mjolnir, drowning in his guilt.

When Brok was bit only Sindri didn’t have the heart to tell you what happened but you could tell something was wrong

The constant twitching in his face, he was more adverse to touch than usual, and Brok WAS FUCKING BLUE

Finally when you were pestering him for the 5th day in a row Sindri blew up

Yelling how it was none of your concern and you were only a patron. This made you pissed because you were there for them as much as you could and tried to give back for their services but when you tried signing to him that exact thing but way more vulgar Sindri turned around, closed the shades, and blew out the candles so he couldn’t see your hands.

In hindsight it was pretty funny and Sindri knew deep down it was childish but he was doing it for your own good

You stormed out of the house and Brok had tried to stop you to see why you were crying you just pushed past him and ran out of the realm between realms

To say Brok was pissed was an understatement he came into Sindris room in a fury only to find him crying too, he had never seen him in such a state before so he made the decisions that whatever went on was none of his business

Sindri would later find you in your home moping around but when you saw him your attitude did a 180 and because of your last interaction you decided that the best course of action was to throw things at him

He was lucky it was only a couple pillows and a chair because he didn’t dodge any of it, knowing he partially deserved it

When you stopped as your rage burned out he finally confessed, both what happened and his feelings towards you

In response you hugged him close which surprised Sindri because it had been a while since he had been touched and that he didn’t feel the scratching under his skin, he felt at peace

You two decided that it was best not to tell Brok what happened and when you bring up his love confession he started rambling incoherently so you decided to shut him up with a kiss

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Man the last two weeks have been absolute hell with school and work which is why it took me a while to write.

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#gow x reader #sindri x reader #sindri #gow

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[Riconti] Ashes to Ashes

Once in a blue moon, I apparently have to write pure angst. For those not familiar with archives lore, Wallace is from Ace's tome "Go for Broke". Rated T | ❗ Major character death ❗ | 3.7k words | ao3 link

It’s a cold spring day.

The sky is gray and the ground is damp, covered in leaves that have rotted from orange to brown over the winter. A few ravens perched in a nearby tree and a car horn sounding somewhere far away are the only signs of life.

The casket next to the empty grave only radiates death.

Wallace swallows thickly and straightens the shirt he didn’t have time to iron this morning. The graveyard is windy and he’s already freezing, but if there’s anything he owes the bastard it’s to be there for him this one last time.

Like he wasn’t on the night he died.

Cold stings in Wallace’s suddenly wet eyes and he blinks the feeling away. He looks at the priest to try to figure out what they’re waiting for, but she just stands there and silently watches the only guest apart from Wallace who bothered to show up.

Wallace has never seen him before today. He’s tall and blond and dressed in a full black tux, the color so dark it makes his already pale skin appear a sickly white. A black dress shirt with a black tux is probably against some kind of dress code but apparently this guy really wants to pretend to be mourning.

Wallace doesn’t even own a tux. He’s wearing a simple green jacket and patterned yellow shirt with denim blue jeans.

Because Ace loved color. Red was his favorite color but Wallace couldn’t do red, not after the gunshots and sirens and running up to the motel room only to see the slumped body and splatters along the wall and red, red, red—

Wallace clenches his trembling fists until his nails dig into his palms. He fucking told Ace that those people were bad business but Ace didn’t care, laughing it off with a flippant, “I’ve cheated death more times than you can count, buddy. Have you forgotten how lucky I am?”

Now Wallace won’t even get the chance to say, “I told you so”. He doesn’t understand why Ace was so reckless, how he’d somehow gotten the idea that he was immortal.

Wallace relaxes his fists and looks back at the other man. It’s just the two of them: Wallace tried to get a hold of Ace’s remaining relatives in Argentina but couldn't find any. He always suspected that neither Ace nor Visconti were his real names, but that’s what Wallace knew him as and he refused to dig further. Ace would have told him if he wanted him to know.

But fake names or not, their friendship was real. Wallace didn’t always think so, but then Ace showed up one day from god-knows-where, after seven years of complete radio silence, laughing and slapping Wallace’s back and asking, “Miss me?” with that stupid, cocky smirk of his.

Wallace’s chest felt full then, like something he didn’t even know was missing was slotting back into place. He didn’t care that the bastard disappeared without a word or that he took even dumber and more careless risks than before. He was just glad to have him back.

Ace claimed he’d been in Europe working a con all those years. He was just as shady as usual, not saying much because Wallace didn’t ask. But based on the spring in his step and the grin he got whenever his phone buzzed, Wallace knew he’d found something more than just a quick buck in Europe. That chick had to be real special for Ace to stick around that long and even attempt long-distance after he returned to the States.

Or that’s what Wallace thought, but there's no mystery lady standing by his grave now. She clearly didn’t give a shit about Ace: she was probably the one who put those reckless thoughts in his head in the first place, demanding he earn more money to fund a life of luxury for her. Wallace doesn't know anything about her but he still hates her.

He looks at the blond again. He’s standing ramrod straight with his chin up like rich folks so often do. He has to be a lawyer or something, because Wallace was told there was someone to arrange the funeral and take care of Ace’s assets. Or the lack thereof.

The lawyer’s face is stone cold and without any emotion. Another asshole who’s probably happy Ace died just so he could get money out of it; Wallace knows the sort. At least this one had the decency to show up to the funeral.

“What’re we waitin’ for?” Wallace asks.

“The others,” the man says in an accent Wallace can’t place. It catches him off guard: not your typical west coast lawyer, then.

“There’s no one else comin’,” Wallace says through gritted teeth, because he doesn’t want to spell out that Ace didn’t have friends.

The man finally turns to face him for the first time since they got here. His expression is just as neutral as before, but his eyes are…wrong, somehow. His gaze flirts all over the place and he almost looks lost, completely at odds with the rest of his carefully presented persona. Like a crack in the facade.

“Just a few more minutes,” the man says.

“Alright,” Wallace agrees.

The stranger turns back to stare unblinking at the casket and, not having anything else to do, Wallace keeps looking at him to try to figure him out. The tux is tailored to a T and his watch looks expensive, making Wallace’s mind immediately jump to how much he could pawn it for. Bad habit.

Wallace frowns as he notices the man’s hands are scarred and blemished. He looks so perfectly put-together otherwise but his hands are in piss-poor shape, with bitten nails and picked cuticles and scabs that have barely healed. Wallace spots gloves peeking out from his pocket and realizes he probably usually covers them. But not for this, for some reason.

The guy must be cold in nothing but the tux, but he still insists on waiting. For what?

Wallace opens his mouth to ask again, when he hears it.

Car doors slamming and the gradually growing sound of voices and footsteps on gravel. And not just those of one or two people.

Wallace turns to look. Through the nearest cemetery gates, what has to be a group of nearly thirty people are making their way over. Young and old, men and women and boys and girls, chatting, laughing and some already wiping away tears. They’re dressed in both formal and casual clothes mostly in black, but also in earth tones and pastels and neons. Most of them are carrying flowers—more flowers than Wallace has ever seen at once.

Wallace blinks. Are they here for Ace? All of them?

A few of them push their way to the front of the group. A black woman in an evening gown and a blond girl in jeans and a sweater hurry past Wallace and to the other man.

The woman puts her hand on his shoulder. “Felix,” she says, voice gentler than her fancy exterior would suggest.

The girl comes to stand in front of the man—Felix—and looks up at him. “Are you okay?”

Wallace expects him to nod or at most mumble an unenthusiastic, “I’m fine.” Instead, the rich, obnoxious dick who Wallace hated nearly on sight simply…breaks.

Wallace watches as his face twists in agony and he hunches in on himself, his body wracked with ugly sobs that sound so unfitting for a man of his caliber. The women pull him tight and he clings to them desperately. It doesn’t even seem like he’s faking the tears. Maybe his arrogance was just an act.

The girl is crying now too, her hands trembling where she’s holding onto him. Her eyeliner is already running down her cheeks and ruining her makeup. The other woman doesn’t cry, but she squeezes the man’s shoulder and murmurs quiet reassurance.

More of the group hurry over to flock around the grieving trio, all worried faces and silent tears and, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” while the blond guy just keeps crying. Wallace can barely see him through the crowd; it’s like they’re shielding him from the world and Wallace’s prying eyes alike. Wallace doesn’t think a man like him needs protecting, but he still looks away out of politeness.

The rest of the group gather around the casket. They murmur and whisper amongst each other, some offering comforting words and touches to the ones who start sniffling.

Who the hell are these people, appearing out of nowhere to cry by Ace’s grave?

“Hey, you must be Wallace,” comes a voice from behind him.

Wallace turns to find a nerdy white guy standing in front of him. He looks young and has old-fashioned glasses and an ill-fitting suit, but he stands straight and looks Wallace right in the eye, with an air of quiet confidence that catches Wallace off guard.

“Y-yeah,” Wallace stutters. Clearly, he could use some of that same confidence.

The man gives a little smile and holds out his hand. “Dwight Fairfield. It’s good to finally meet you.”

Wallace accepts the handshake and asks, “You’ve heard about me?”

Dwight huffs, like something is funny. “More than you can imagine.”

—

With all of them there, the priest starts the ceremony. It’s short and simple and Wallace is thankful, because the only deity Ace ever believed in was lady Fortuna.

Dwight gives a eulogy. Wallace doesn’t understand most of it and by the looks of it neither does the priest, but he doesn’t need to know what trials mean or why some campfire is important to get the gist of it. This is the seven years of Ace’s life Wallace knows nothing about: these are the people he met and the life he led. So many people from all over the world—France, China, Brazil, Japan—and they all came here for Ace.

Wallace is glad Felix made him wait for them.

A black girl in a floral dress arranges the flowers on the casket. There’s so many different kinds and she quietly explains what they all mean, and Wallace chokes on a sob when she tells Ace’s casket, “And Snowdrops for good luck, because I want you to have that even when yours ran out.”

A redhead with glasses places incense by the gravestone. Wallace only then notices it says Ace Visconti, and he doesn’t know what strings someone had to pull to engrave it with Ace’s chosen name and not his legal one, but he’s grateful for it.

The incense smells like warmth and fire, comforting and so different from the cold and wet around them.

Felix wordlessly slides down to his knees beside the casket and nobody seems surprised by this other than Wallace. The expensive tux will probably be ruined by mud but Felix doesn’t appear to care: like he’s happy to lower himself to Ace’s level even if it means everyone else is now looking down on them. He places his hand—scars and calluses and all—on the smooth wooden surface of the casket and sits there for several minutes, murmuring words in a language Wallace doesn’t understand.

When Felix rises, Dwight asks Wallace if he wants to say something. Wallace shakes his head: he’s not good at speeches and he didn’t bring anything fancy to leave on Ace’s grave. 

The alligator tooth he won all those years ago presses into his chest under his shirt, but Ace would be pissed if he left it on the grave. He’d say something like, “I’m already dead, what the hell do you think I’m gonna do with a gator tooth necklace? Win a ghost beauty pageant?”

Or maybe Wallace just wants something of Ace’s to hold onto.

At the priest’s encouragement, some of the men in the group help lower the casket into the grave. Wallace assumed they’d have to let the church staff do it since it was just him and Felix, but now there’s also a big bearded man and a guy with face tattoos and a loud Brit and a quiet Hispanic man who help them put Ace into the ground.

A blonde woman plays guitar and sings. The song is melancholy and her voice sounds familiar, accompanied by sniffles from several people in the group. The priest gives a few parting words after to close the ceremony.

And then they shovel.

Silence hangs heavy in the air. Just as Wallace hopes this will be quick so he can go drown his sorrows in booze, the Brit points his shovel down at the casket and says, “Just layin’ there while we do all the work, eh? Lazy wanker.”

Several people laugh, and then others join in to tell stories and share memories of Ace and Wallace does too, even if he still doesn’t know what a trial is. He tells them about his and Ace’s big win in Seattle and one of the girls, the redhead with braids, snorts and asks, “Was that the time Ace stole a uniform and pretended to be a dealer so you guys could scam the casino?”

Wallace stutters and they all look at him expectantly. Some of the kids are grinning and even Felix is smiling, though his eyes are still red from crying.

Wallace finds himself chuckling and giving them the unfiltered version of the story, now knowing they can handle the not-so-legal parts of it. His audience listens raptly and some even chime in with details Wallace didn’t know about that day—or just typical exaggerations Ace would have added to the story. He doesn’t bother correcting them.

The priest shortly leaves—probably not thrilled about them bonding over gambling and stealing—but the whole group stays to wait for them to finish shoveling. 

Even after they’re done, nobody makes a move to leave; on the contrary, they all settle into a big circle on the ground, carelessly dirtying their nice dresses and suits. Felix takes a seat next to the grave and the black woman sits down on his other side, with the rest already having fallen into place like it’s a practiced effort. Like everyone has their own place.

Wallace hesitates. He thought they were done here, but the others urge him to join them, pointing at the other side of the filled grave. Wallace does as told and realizes the grave acts like an empty spot, like Ace is still part of the group.

Before Wallace can get too sentimental, a man with a prosthetic arm thumps a big cooler in the middle of the circle and beers and sodas begin exchanging hands. An Indian woman starts dealing playing cards and several bets are made among the group before the game even starts. The singer whips out her guitar again and starts strumming an upbeat melody.

“Is this allowed?” Wallace asks even as his chest warms. “It’s a graveyard. Isn’t this against the rules or somethin’?” 

An older black man shrugs. “Loitering isn’t grounds for arrest and I think Felix is more than capable of paying a fine if someone calls the police.”

Wallace only then notices a badge peeking out from his shirt pocket. He’s a cop: Ace somehow befriended a cop, and now he’s here, honoring Ace’s memory with an illegal party like the rest of them.

“Here,” Dwight says, handing Wallace a beer.

Wallace doesn’t ask if they should be drinking and celebrating at a time like this. He just uncaps his beer and raises it along with the others once they toast and the Brit booms, “To Ace!”

Because a party is exactly what Ace would have wanted.

—

They stay there for hours; laughing, playing, drinking and telling stories. Wallace actually makes an effort to get to know this strange group, though he still doesn’t catch all of their names.

Once the sun starts setting, the Korean woman complains about the cold even though she’s wearing a fur jacket. Jane fishes out a pair of keys from her pantsuit and says they have more blankets and snacks in the car, prompting the Brazilian siblings to jump up and volunteer to retrieve them.

On the other side of the circle, the boy with dark bags under his eyes has nodded off against Cheryl’s shoulder. Meg and Jake argue over whether to start a fire now that it’s getting dark, with Meg saying it’s not the same without a real campfire and Jake claiming they’ll end up burning down the whole graveyard. Adam manages to resolve the argument by retrieving a large lantern from the car, lighting up the area with a warm yellow.

Despite everyone’s best efforts to celebrate life and not mourn death, Wallace feels the heavy shroud of grief hanging over all of them. There’s a moment of hesitation whenever a card game ends and someone has to deal the players in again, strange gaps in conversation like they all expect Ace to fill the silence, and bright eyes glazing over in sadness whenever someone looks at his grave.

But there’s also joy and camaraderie. The wind is cold and the ground they’re sitting on is dull and brown, but Wallace can finally see a few flower buds sprouting through the rotten leaves. The group has lost one of their own but they choose to remember the good and not the bad; it’s probably a kindness Ace doesn’t deserve, but Wallace’s throat still feels tight with emotion from the respect being shown.

When the next card game ends, the Chinese girl starts cursing vividly, glaring at the grave and accusing Ace of cheating. Wallace laughs, because if Ace could, he would. Even from beyond the grave.

Some of the guys gather around newly appeared bottles of vodka for a drinking contest and the Japanese woman promptly gets up to join them. Her name must be Yui, because that’s what nearly everyone starts chanting.

Yui wins, drinking the much larger men under the table with what seems like barely any effort. There’s cheers and whoops from around the circle before the singer—Kate—encourages everyone to sing a campfire song together.

Wallace doesn’t know the song so he looks around, only to notice Felix quietly fiddling with something in his hands. It’s a ring: a particularly worn and gray and ugly ring, probably made of simple steel and not even silver. Why would someone like him even have a cheap knock-off like that?

Felix’s bitten nails trail over the inside of the ring and catch on an engraving and Wallace nearly swallows his tongue. He realizes he’s seen that ring many times before: Ace throwing it in the air and catching it; Ace fiddling with it in his pocket when he was impatient; Ace wearing it on his ring finger whenever a con needed him to pretend to be married; Ace having it engraved with some corny Latin phrase because it was supposedly another of his good luck charms.

When Ace returned from Europe, he claimed to have lost the ring, and Wallace should have smelled his bullshit right then and there. Ace wasn’t sentimental about a lot of things but his lucky charms were always the exception. Wallace had helped Ace throw a motel room upside down in search of a rabbit’s foot, listened to years’ worth of complaints after he won the gator tooth from him in a bet, and painstakingly superglued an old poker chip back together after it got run over by a car and Ace just sat on the sidewalk cradling the broken pieces like he was holding an injured animal.

Wallace should have known better than to think Ace would have just lost the ring.

Felix abruptly stills and Wallace realizes he’s been caught staring. Their eyes meet and Felix curls his hand around the ring, holding it tightly against his chest.

A lot of things suddenly make sense and Wallace feels stupid for not realizing it before. Felix isn’t even wearing the ring, but he doesn't have to: marriage isn’t meant for people like Ace and Wallace, and just Felix having something so important of Ace’s and being this protective of it says more than enough.

Wallace considers pulling out the alligator tooth to rest over his shirt instead of hiding it underneath, but he doesn’t want to give off the wrong impression. Ace was like a brother to him and he’s not sure what exactly he was to Felix—friend, lover, partner, kindred spirit?—but the specifics probably don’t even matter. Whatever they were, Ace was happy with Felix.

Wallace settles on a meaningful nod to Felix, giving his approval even if it wasn’t asked for. He then quickly turns back to observe the group’s singing, but can’t help smiling to himself: looks like Ace’s special European someone made it here after all.

“I’m gonna do a handstand!” someone drunkenly announces as soon as the singing stops.

“You only have one hand, jackass!” Nea pipes up.

“Does anyone want to dance?” one of the siblings asks, swaying a little on her feet.

“What, on Ace’s grave?” Zarina asks, arching an eyebrow. “Even I’m not that glad to be rid of him.”

Laughter erupts from the group once again. A few people roll their eyes at the alcohol-fueled antics but nobody protests or shushes the progressively louder voices; not even when someone suggests a handstand contest that will most likely end in a visit to the ER.

Wallace braves another glance at Felix but he’s just smiling again. Most people probably wouldn’t welcome this kind of behavior at the funeral of someone they loved, but Felix knew Ace—all of these people did, maybe even better than Wallace. And they stuck by Ace’s side for seven years and made this horrible day into a celebration he would be proud of.

Seven years. That’s all the time it took for Ace to somehow become a man Wallace barely recognizes anymore. He did what Wallace never thought either of them capable of, what he’d have bet his entire life savings on never happening.

Ace found a family.

Wallace bows his head and chuckles, addressing the empty space on his right. “Twenty-five years of friendship and you still keep surprisin’ me.”

He thinks that, somewhere, Ace is smiling.

#ace visconti #riconti #dbd fanfic #felix richter #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight

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fireworks | ricciardo

summary: fourth of july firework madness

warnings: american dan

type: one shot | word count: 700 | ✧ FLUFF

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as an honorary american no one was more excited than your boyfriend daniel to spend the holiday in texas with you. when he told you he was finding the first flight back from the united kingdom just so he could be with you it made you laugh because only someone like him would take a holiday like this so seriously, not even most die hard americans really celebrated the day other than to take the opportunity to get drunk or take a day off work. spotting him from a crowded texan airport was all too easy as he was already following the dress code of a big black cowboy hat and university of texas burnt orange hoodie that you can only assume he stole from your closet. from the minute he stepped foot in your eye line he couldn’t stop spewing everything he was looking forward to doing tonight out of his mouth.

“so you’re gonna cook that amazing steak the way you do, and then we are going to play with sparklers, and then i’m going to set off these fireworks” his eyes all but twinkled as he remembered the fireworks stopping in the middle of the parking lot to grab your shoulders as he looked down at you. “babe you have to see these fireworks i bought.”

“you will not set off fireworks you know the rules”

“bu-“

“no daniel me and michael agreed after last year that you cannot set them off anymore”

“you think i can’t drive with nine fingers?”

“get in the car daniel”

“even my own girlfriend doesn’t believe in me anymore first mclaren now you it’s low baby”

the drive home was just the same as he continued to be dramatic about the rule you imposed even when you both knew that you would let him do it anyway because whatever made him happy ultimately made you happy too. making a b-line to the backyard he disappeared the moment you stopped the car leaving you to bring his suitcase into the house which you would definitely make him pay for later.

stopping in the kitchen after doing a once over of the house you grab everything needed to make him his dream american bbq dinner that he had been frothing over for days now. steak, corn, ribs, every texans dream reminding you of your own childhood growing up here doing things like this with your own family.

when dinner was done and cleared and the sun finally went down you eventually allowed your big child of a boyfriend to go get whatever he was planning. “daniel joseph ricciardo”

“full government eh?”

“that thing is fucking huge.”

“you act like you’ve never seen it before baby”

the dirty joke did not go over your head as you rolled you eyes but still remained concerned at the brightly colored package in his hand labeled ‘THE RED WHITE AND BLUE DEVIL’. this was the year. this year you were gonna have to explain to zak brown why you were sending daniel to the red bull ring with only one hand and missing fingers. somehow he reassured you enough or more like maybe he distracted you with enough kisses that you let him go running into the wide-open backyard looking like a kid in the candy store. when you couldn’t see him anymore in the starry sky you listened and waited before an aussie countdown came out of nowhere.

10

9

8

“DANIEL COME ON”

“you can’t rush beauty baby”

3

2

1

next thing you knew a huge sizzle was heard from the field following a giggling ricciardo running towards you as a red spark zoomed in the sky. the pace of his body could not follow his feet as he all but tripped, slamming you both to the ground as squeals coming out of you both mixed with the sounds of explosions both of you relaxing/settling in amongst the grass as each explosion hit the skyline. feeling the gaze of those huge chocolate eyes attached to the man you were all but obsessed with you found yourself also turning your eyes to the even prettier sight of the man in front of you hoping to have moments like these forever.

“happy fourth beautiful”

“happy fourth cowboy”

⏤

happy 4th babies american or not we can all enjoy some daniel!!

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Marble Hornets + UnderTale soul color assignment list!!

Jay: Red - Determination.

No matter what, he never gave up, for better ... Or worse. Even before he was shot, he called out to Alex, determined to reason with him and to solve things non-violently. Though, because of this, his determination wound up being his downfall. Didn't anyone ever tell him that too much of a virtue could be a vice?

Masky: Orange - Bravery.

He certainly was brave, alright. Bravery isn't the lack of fear. No, true bravery is perseverance through your fears. Along with that, Masky's first solution to any problem is to tackle it. If that's not bravery, and maybe a little bit of stupidity, I don't know what is.

Alex: Yellow - Justice

While yes, Alex is a murderer; he was, in his own, sick and twisted way, looking for justice. He believed that because of this fact, his actions were justified. My opinions on Alex Kralie are a topic for another day, but I will say, I do not think he is a good person, nor do I think he was justified. Nonetheless, he tried to kill Tim in the name of justice. He tried to kill everyone he knew had the Operator Sickness to destroy the Operator. For Justice.

Jessica: Green - Kindness

I was tempted to assign her integrity, but she did lie to Jay a few times. Reasonably so, since at the time she had no idea who she was. But she was one of the kindest people in the whole series. She got a call from a stranger about her missing roommate and upon hearing that Amy was, in fact, not with Alex, she was willing to go to great lengths to help find her. The last thing we hear from her is that she wanted to meet Jay, asking where he was. Then, when Tim had fallen to the ground in a coughing fit, she asked, "Should I call an ambulance?!" She resembles true kindness in the hellish world that is Marble Hornets

Hoodie: Cyan - Patience

Oh, this man is nothing if not patient. Maybe a little god comlex-y but that's... actually, no, that's a part of my point. Hoodie seemed to feel that he was both in control of everything and in control of nothing. To me, he seemed to set up pieces and wait for them to all fall into place. He'd post a cryptic totheark entry and wait for Jay to crack the code. He'd lure people to places and wait for them to find whatever he sent them there for. He was patient with Jay and how thick his skull could be. Though, he was less patient with Tim in season three, when his control began to slip out of his hands, Hoodie still tried to give him time. Even in the end, when his fate was expressly clear, he simply waited for his time and when it came he let go.

Brian: Blue - Integrity

I define integrity with the definition I was told in the second grade; Doing the right thing, even when no one is watching, even when nobody asks. Now, originally, I was going to assign Brian kindness. He and Jessica would have been switched. But, going off the definition I just gave, kindness would be encompassed into it. I would like to say Brian had a lot of integrity. He invited Alex to go with himself and Tim to dinner, he auditioned for Marble Hornets in the first place, wishing to help his friend with his project, so on. But I'd like to turn your attention to entry 51, this is where I feel Brian's integrity is on full display. He is anxious about trespassing, but still wants to help Alex. Once he wakes up, though, what is his main concern? Finding Alex, likely to make sure he's okay. What does he do when he discovers Tim? Brian rushes to his side with worry very clear in his voice. He even tries to help him up to get Tim the fuck outa there. (It's very likely not Tim, rather being Masky, but not the point here.) Brian could have just as easily ran the hell away, but he wanted to help his friends, even if it was risky one way or another.

Tim: Purple - Knowledge

Prefacing this with the fact that I know the canon virtue for the purple soul is perseverance and while, yes, that would fit Tim, I personally like to say it's knowledge because determination and perseverance are essentially the same thing and I think knowledge or curiosity would fit the items better.

With this one, I'd like to focus on the fact that from the start, Tim had more knowledge than he let on. Of course, it was limited due to his amnesia and, for the sake of debate, dissociation. In this paragraph, we are separating Masky from Tim and going along with the popular theory that Tim has Dissociative Identity Disorder because that is how I, personally perceive his character. But, time and time again, it's hinted that Tim knows so much more than he lets Jay see and eventually, we, too, come to know most, if not all of what he went through and the knowledge he kept

BONUS!!

Seth: Blue - Integrity

Seth really was just trying to help Alex out. Even after Alex's whole blow up at him, he still apologized.

Sarah: Cyan - Patience

If there was a color for sass, I'd give her that, but working with hot-headed Kralie, you know damn well she had to have a hell of a lot of patience working with him

Amy: Green - Kindness

Even after Alex lied to her however many times she did, she still stayed with him. It caused her premature death, but until the very end, all she ever did was love him. GOD I LOVE AMY

Tunnel Guy: Blue - Integrity

This man saw a stranger in a tunnel and went to try and help him since he was concerned for Alex's wellbeing. This man!! Saw a total stranger!! And tried to help him!! AND HE GOT KILLED FOR IT!!! BRUHH???

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Code Blue Ch.5 "2:22"

Summary: Lee and Jo share a sweet texting conversation. He later hangs out with Dr. Bloom and soon after finds himself in another mess. Jo worries when her texts go unanswered. She pays Lee a visit and gets more than one surprise.

*Warning* Angst, language, alcohol/drug use, graphic descriptions, mentions of death, child loss, domestic dispute

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Salem, Massachusetts

February 3, 2023

After you left, Lee went upstairs to crash and sleep the day away after eating pizza he had delivered. Lord knows he needed the rest after what he had just put his body through last night. He found himself tossing and turning into the night hours...with relentless thoughts of you. Thoughts of the loss you had suffered. He still worried that if you knew he was the doctor that tended to your brother, would you still look at him the same because he couldn't save him? He eventually just laid there talking to himself....and eventually to God, whom he believed in whole heartedly, although he had went through the first few years of being angry with him after Jacob's death.

Lee then picked up his phone to find a text message from you. When he had used your phone to call his so he would have your number, he actually texted it instead, knowing you would see the message he sent from your phone. It was a simple "Cherries are my favorite fruit btw."

Your reply conjured the biggest smile upon his face.

"So I gathered from the fact of u saying u liked the taste of my cherry chapstick and then dashed off singing about it. How r u doing? R u alright?"

Lee rubbed his eyes and sat up, staring at his phone in the darkened room, contemplating his reply. It was 11 pm, twelve hours after you had been there and he had only slept merely three of it at the most.

He swung his bare feet across the bed and placed them on the wood floor as he yawned and turned on his bed stand light, then put on his reading glasses.

"I am fine. A bit sore and bruised but ok. I just woke up actually. Gonna get up and continue cleaning this money pit lol. What about u? R u alright? How did things go with your mom?"

You had tried so hard to fall asleep but Lee's cologne was all over you, teasing your nose and other parts of you that ached for him. As you placed your hands on your face to inhale his remnants, you were startled by the sound of your phone chiming. You instantly hoped that it was Lee. Fumbling to look at the screen, his name appeared and awoke your butterflies from their dormant state.

"Hey u. Yes, I am fine and I am so glad to hear from u. My mom is drugged up on sleeping meds right now. We have to go to the funeral home tomorrow which I am dreading. I just woke up too, right before u texted me. Weird lol."

Lee softly chuckled. "Clairvoyant maybe? Ur not a witch are u?🤔"

If you had told him about your dream of him being hurt just eight hours before you found him passed out cold on the floor, he might actually think that you were. Hell, you even wondered sometimes, as this wasn't the first time you've ever had premonition like dreams.

"Well, I do live in Salem in one of the witch houses my father bought. I'll let u ponder on that. 😉"

"Oh dear lord. Well that is just perfect. I love witchy stuff."

"Really? Me 2. I actually write about things like that, fantasies and fairytales etc...it's just a hobby but it keeps me grounded, a coping mechanism per se. I kinda like escaping life for awhile."

"Well no shit? I don't write but I love to read. Your genre is right up my alley. I no what u mean about wanting to escape, even if only for a little while. I guess we now have another thing in common."

"It looks that way. So cool. So....do u believe in wishes?"

"Witches, maybe. Wishes....not so much. Why do u ask?"

"Because it is 11:11 right now."

"Ahhhh. Let's just say I have wished upon it before, but I never was granted my desires."

"Well...hurry. Make a wish right now before it turns and I will too. Maybe if we wish at the same time, it will come true lol."

Lee chuckled, then decided to humor you and closed his eyes. The wish he would have liked to make, he knew would not come true...ever, for it was for Jacob to be alive. He had wished it so many times, he lost track. The wish that invaded his mind in that moment stunned him. He wished for you. He had actually wished for you in the past. Not you literally per se as he never knew you, but someone just like you he longed for. It seemed to him that wish may already have been answered but he wanted to do it again, to maybe seal the deal...He then laughed at himself for being so ridiculous. He knew these things weren't real.

In that same moment, you made the same wish. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it hurt. If only you both had realized that you wanted the same things, a wish would not even be needed, for destiny would take it's course regardless.

"Soooo...what did u wish for?" Lee asked.

"If I tell u, it won't come true. Ha ha."

"Alright. So if it does come true, u will tell me right?"

"Most definitely. Hey, I'm gonna let u go for now so u can go do ur cleaning n stuff. I gotta get up early for all the funeral stuff and what not. Talk later? I hope."

"Oh fo sho girl. Get some sleep...and...thank u so much for everything. Goodnight witchy woman. 😂"

"Omg lol....ur so welcome. Ok. Goodnight Lee. ttyl."

"Sweet dreams lady luck."

Lee began his cleaning while he was wide awake and in the mood. He knew this was going to take him longer than the two weeks he had off because he still had other priorities. He needed to visit his father and still check in on patients by consulting with the covering physician. Plus he had farm animals to tend to along with a cat and a dog, which he would go do each day at some point, and if he absolutely could not do it, he had well paid trustworthy people to take care of it.

He laid his phone on the table with pandora app set on the 80's pop rock station. A song came on that got him in a spunky mood as he started singing while collecting trash from the back porch.

"Josie I've got your number. IIII'm gonna make you mine. Josie don't change your number 867530 ni eee yiiiine." He laughed to himself in amazement at how well that fit with everything.

The doorbell rang in a frenzy. Lee opened it to find Orlando with booze in hand. Wine and whiskey, and of course, munchies.

"Banando!! Come on in man and give me some of that."

Lee grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Orlando's hand and trotted into the kitchen.

"Man, you weren't kidding bro. They really did a number on this place." Dr. Bloom said as his eyes scoured the living room.

"Tell me something I don't know...and if you tell me you open mouth kissed a horse once, I am going to kick your ass."

"Ha ha ha. No...I didn't do that...not recently anyways." Orlando grinned and poured himself a large glass of wine as Lee sat down with the Jim Beam, drinking it straight from the bottle.

"Why does it smell like women's perfume in here dude? You got some chic here somewhere??"

Lee was taken aback that your floral scent still lingered after an entire 12 hours had passed. He figured he must of become nose blind to it, but then he did slightly notice it after Orlando brought it up. The reason he could now smell it was because it was all over his tee shirt from when you had your body against his to help him off the floor...and when you had hugged him, which then explained why Orlando smelled it. Now Lee knew why he could not sleep, besides the fact that you had clouded his mind with your golden eyes and his ears with your angelic voice....and his nose with your succulent sweet scent. He seriously needed a shower, he told himself...a cold one.

"I wish." Lee chuckled. "I think it's your cologne."

"Oh, that's hilarious Bee Gee Lee....Seriously man, I smell it. Who did you have here? What's the big deal?"

"Exactly. What's the big deal?" Lee snarked and took a swig of his whiskey and swiped his finger over his phone., then glared at Orlando as the song by the bee Gee's played called Massachusetts.

Orlando set down his glass and stared at his best friend. "Ok...like...did I just strike some invisible nerve here? What are you not telling me? It's me man. Why do you act like you have some classified secret or something?"

Lee swigged another drink. "Because it is...technically. Doctor patient confidentiality." he smirked.

"Oh hellls naw. Are you shitting me? You're fucking a patient?"

"Whoa, hey. I never said that."

"Uh...you didn't have to. I see it now. It's written all over your sexually deprived face. Who is it? You know you gotta tell me."

"No, I don't."

"Don't or won't?"

"Can't. You know that. If it's a patient...well technically, she's not but.."

"There's that word again, technically. And what?? So there is a...she? Damn it man, spill it."

"Stop getting your also sexually deprived self in a twist. It's just....a girl...that I met at the hospital."

"A girl...a.... girl? Lee mother fucking Pace has met...a girl?" Orlando raved. "Ok, this is news worthy stuff here."

"Ok. This topic is closed. I gotta get this shit hole cleaned up. You helping or not?"

"Yep...I will help....when you tell me who this girl is that has you so damn secretive. Since when have you kept these things like this from me?"

Lee gazed down at his bottle. You weren't just a thing to him, that was why. He respected you, how could he not?

"Since now. I just don't want to talk about it alright? I got too much shit on my mind as it is."

"I'm sorry man. I know how hard this time is for you. I haven't forgotten what yesterday was."

Lee immediately deflected. "So, judging by your attire, I see you just came from the hospital. How are things going there?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Nurse Theresa always up my ass about my handwriting. You know she rudely came into a room when I was tending to a patient and scolded me right in front of her. Such bullshit man. It's how I write. If I try to change it, it will literally take me forever to get things done. Even the patient was pissed off by it. Called her a bitch after she had left the room." Orlando chortled as he pictured that moment.

The good doctor knew that patient was you and he still didn't tell Lee that you had requested to see him, even after he told you he would when he saw Lee again. Orlando wanted his own chance with you and he knew he wouldn't have a prayer against his best friend, since he could tell you were into the ridiculously gorgeous Dr. Pace. Even Nurse Theresa didn't give Lee a hard time and his handwriting was far worse than his. Dr. Bloom had always secretly walked in Lee's shadow.

"You know what I always say to that." Lee coaxed.

"Yep. Fuck em."

Both men bellowed in laughter and continued chatting and drinking for about another hour before attempting to get some work done. It was 1 am and Lee was heavily feeling his tippling inebriated state affecting him. He had never been much of a drinker until the accident and he could usually do it in moderation until the anniversary dates came around, and it certainly didn't help with him by being in that house with all of Jacob's memories and belongings.

Lee just wanted to sell it. Out of sight, out of mind kinda thing. Stupidly he went upstairs to drunk dial Elizabeth and tell her he decided to do it. She had no claim on the property so why he wanted to inform her was even beyond him as he avoided her like the plague. But as usual, his intoxication would always make him do stupid things. Such as drunk texting you as well.

"P.S. I don't want u to let me go." His thumb hesitated over the send button...and then he pushed it. What did he have to lose at this point, he thought. It's relevance was to the end of your prior texting session when you told him you were going to let him go so you could get some sleep.

Then, he called Elizabeth.

"Lizzy...it's me."

"Jesus Lee, it's after 1 in the morning. What the fuck do you want?"

"Do you always have to be such a bitch? I need to tell you something."

"And it couldn't wait till morning? We haven't even spoken in over a year. What could you possibly have to tell me that I could even care about?"

"Ahhh morning. Yes..I am in mourning...still. How about you mommy dearest? Sleeping like a baby at a time like this..."

"Are you drunk?"

"Maybe. So? What's it to you? It's how I cope...unlike you who don't give a shit about what happened to your own son. New man less than a month after, new house and a new baby. You've got it all, moved on without a care in the world. Speaking of, that's why I called. To tell you I am going to sell this place. Then all of it will be non existent to you. Oh wait...it already is. My bad."

"And this involves me how exactly? I don't give a shit is right, about what you do with that dump and I am certainly not going to sit here and listen to your drunken rants. You need help Lee. I suggest you get some."

"After what you did to me? To our son, oh sorry, I mean your son. So is your child even the new guy's kid? or are you going to make him believe it is like you did to me? Then drop the bomb on him at the most inopportune time? And if anyone needs help Lizzy, it's you, to learn how to buckle a fucking seatbelt!"

Lee slammed his thumb on the end call button and hurled his phone against the wall as he roared in rage.

Orlando came running up the stairs to find Lee in a panic induced state.

"Lee, man what just happened? I heard you yelling."

Lee slowly turned to him seemingly disoriented.

"Lee! Are you alright man?" Orlando proceeded in concern as Lee wouldn't speak and began to breath heavily.

"Lee, snap out of it man! You're scaring me. I hate it when you get these attacks. You need to breathe..."

Lee knew in that moment how you must have felt just before you passed out. Orlando's words echoed and faded as Lee raced down the stairs and then all went black as he crashed to the floor.

February 4, 2023- 5 am.

Your hand blindlessly fumbled to disable the screeching alarm clock and then you laid back with a sigh after turning the light on. Up you finally went to go get a shower and begin the dreaded day.

Another hobby and talent of yours was ice skating and you were damn good at it too. So good that you could have went down that path professionally, but that wasn't what you wanted as a career. To you, it was just a sport that you began as a child and it became a huge stress and anxiety reliever as you got older. It was all for fun as well and twice a month, you even taught lessons at the ice rink downtown, and one of those days was today. You always went early so you could skate alone with the music blasting and you certainly needed it before you had to go with your mother to make funeral arrangements.

You quickly checked your phone, solely to see if Lee had texted again for any reason and there it was. The one he sent at 1 in the morning telling you he did not want you to let him go. You had to sit back down on the bed for a moment as it had taken you aback. Staring at his words, you pondered on how to even reply to that. What did he mean? A smile formed on your face as you felt a bit flirtatious and sent a simple reply.

"I wasn't planning on it 😉"

Finally, off to the shower you went but not before placing your shirt up over your nose and breathing in his lingering fragrance one last time. You swore you would never wash that shirt.

When you came out, immediately you checked your phone but there was no reply. Of course, though, it was 5:30 am and surely he must be sleeping, you thought. Out of curiosity, you checked the status of the text. Sent but not received. So now you figured his phone must be off and decided to text him later.

It was 7 am when you got to the rink as first you made breakfast for you and your mom, making sure there wasn't enough for Megan when she got up, which probably wouldn't be until late afternoon anyways as she was absolutely unproductive in every aspect of her miserable life.

You unlocked the door and turned on the lights, kicked on the music then sat down and put your skates on.

An oldies genre you picked today, 60's to 70's. You were just in the mood for something different than your usual rock genre. A song came on you hadn't heard in quite awhile. Massachusetts by the Bee Gees.

"Perfect." you said and went gliding out onto the ice. The cold breeze felt so good on your face as you did twizzles around the arena. Your thoughts instantly drifted to Lee and how much you already missed him. As the song concluded, you did a few axle jumps and then whirled around in a camel spin and merging into a sit spin.

You skated until 8:30, then sat down for a break as the class wouldn't begin until 9, which consisted of a dozen girls ranging between the ages of 11 and 13 and would last roughly two hours.

Checking your phone again in hopes to see a text from your dashing doctor, a frown devoured your face to see nothing. Probably still sleeping, you thought. You spent the remaining of your break thinking of him and the way his firm body felt against yours. God, you wanted to see him again so bad.

The class was finally over at 11 am and you then went home to change into something more appropriate for the funeral home appointment.

Noon

Lee awoke on the floor to a raging headache and a broken phone laying beside him....and Orlando asleep on the couch. He grimaced at the sunlight shining on his face and laid his arm over his eyes as he moaned and groaned in agony.

Memories of the prior night were vague but one thing he clearly remembered was stupidly texting you.

He painfully propped himself onto his elbow and saw the shattered screen on his phone. He then recalled throwing it against the wall upstairs after his heated conversation with Elizabeth. Orlando must have brought it down and laid it beside him.

He tried to power it on in desperation to see if you replied but it was dead and most likely trashed.

"Shit..." he muttered through his foul whiskey breath and let it drop from his hand.

Orlando heard the clunk and sprung up with a gasp. He had barely slept as he kept checking Lee throughout the night and early morning to make sure he was breathing. Lee's loud obnoxious snores had assisted in leaving Orlando sleepless so he knew he was going to be alright, but he still had to make sure and monitored his vitals. Dr. Bloom had witnessed these episodes on more than one occasion, even without liquor being a factor, and knew a trip to the ER was not warranted. Lee would have kicked his ass if he had called 911, but Orlando would have done it regardless if he felt it necessary.

"Well look who's up!" he shouted intentionally with a grin.

"Fuck you." Lee snarked and grunted as he placed his hands on his head.

"Oh I am sorry. Am I too loud?" Orlando snickered.

"Yes and I would prefer it if you did not speak at all."

"Well I am going to, to tell you what you already know. That you're a dumb ass. Why the hell do you keep doing this to yourself?? I am always saving you, from high school up to now."

"I was taller than you then, and I still am. I think I can muster the strength to come over there and kick your scrawny ass if you don't shut the hell up."

"Duly noted."

Lee staggered his way up to a standing position and quickly leaned on the wall. He still felt drunk.

"I think I am going to be sick."

He ran off to the bathroom just around the corner and upchucked yesterday's pizza and last night's booze. The taste made him continue his vomiting until he was doing nothing but heaving bile. He laid with his arms draped over the toilet seat and his head hanging almost inside of it.

"God...somebody kill me please." he exclaimed in a growl as he dropped to his butt and leaned up against the bathtub. Orlando peeked around the corner with a now serious and concerned face.

"You're doing a good job of that all on your own. Take some Tylenol with a shit ton of water and go try to sleep. I'll stay. I don't have a shift today. I can make lunch later if you're hungry then."

Lee moaned and laid his head on his knees. "God...no...no food. Man, my phone. It's history. I need it. I have to explain to her..so she understands...."

He abruptly stopped as he remembered exactly what he had said to you.

"Explain what and to whom? Lizzy? I assume that's who you were screaming at since I couldn't help but hear what you said."

"Fuck no...just forget I said anything. Can you go get me my other phone??"

"Just use mine man, if it's that important. It's that girl isn't it? The one you won't tell me about. Damn....you got it bad. I've never seen you act this way over any woman."

"No..." Lee blurted out and raised his blood shot eyes to Orlando. "I...I need one anyways...like now... so could you just do that? Go to the farm and bring me back some soup and crackers or toast. I think I can handle that and keep it down....and feed the animals please? I think my phone is in the kitchen....on the table."

"Alright. I saw Tylenol in the cupboard. Go take some and lay down. I won't be long."

Orlando left and Lee made his way to the kitchen to chug down ice water and take some pills. He stood over the kitchen sink with his hands on the ledge holding himself up and let his head hang as the humiliating events of last night scrambled through his pounding brain.

Off to the couch he went to lay down and try to sleep. All he could think of was you and what you must be thinking due to his blatant text. And he thought of Orlando's words. Yes, he was so right. He had it bad and he didn't know what to do about it.

You ravaged through your wardrobe in disgust. It wasn't that you hated dressier clothing, but the fact of what it was for. What you did hate was heels. You were a boots kinda girl and saved the murderous spikes and unstable wedges for when you had to work on the Haunted Star, as it was a fancy party venue. It absolutely amazed you that you could balance perfectly and gracefully as well as be on spot with coordination on a thin sheer blade over the slickest surface but could twist your ankle or fall at the drop of a hat in a pair of high heels. It wasn't even just the footwear that was a problem, as you were just uncoordinated as hell off the ice. Accident prone was your middle name and you had the scars and bruises to prove it.

You finally chose a long sleeved burgundy button down shirt to pair with your cream colored skirt, completely annoyed with the flimsy material as you fought with trying to find the sleeve.

Then you kicked off your boots and slid your feet into a pair of boring black heels, then pinned up your hair in a messy bun. Mismatched as hell you felt but were running late so it would have to do.

"Jo! Come on...it's time to go. What on earth are you doing up there??" your mom hollered up the stairs.

"Coming!!"

You sat in a chair at the funeral home waiting on the director to come out. Your mom sat beside you with a kleenex clenched tightly in her hands and said nothing until she saw your nose stuck in your phone. You were texting Lee to check on him since it was now 12:22 pm and you had heard nothing. All the usual assumptions ran through your mind as the status still showed sent only. His phone was clearly off. Was it dead? Was he ignoring you? Did he change his mind about wanting to be friends? Did you do or say something wrong? But then your mind wandered to worry. Was he alright? The anxiety was sneaking up. What if he was hurt again? You decided that if you did not hear from him by the time you left, you were going to go check on him.

"Josephine LeeAnn March! Is that all you can do is play on your phone right now?" your mother snapped. She only called you by your full name when she was fed up and meant business.

"Mom...calm down. It's not like we're doing anything at the moment."

"Calm down? Your brother's body is somewhere in this building where we sit and you are more concerned with texting whomever in the hell it is that you are texting. It's that damn doctor isn't it? Why can't you just be happy with Dave? The man adores you and you won't even give him a chance."

You ignored that last part of her ramblings as you were not going to discuss your love life with her.

"Mom...can you not say it like that? His...body."

"How would you have me say it then? That's what it is. You know, I had to see it don't you? To identify him. I couldn't even do it! His face was unrecognizable. All I had to go on was his clothing and his ring. The rest of him was badly burned. Do you know what a sight that was for me??"

"Thanks Mom, I didn't know but now I do after that detailed description. You do remember that I was there when it happened? You so did not need to tell me all this. I have enough anxiety as it is."

"Well maybe you should try taking your medicine and then you wouldn't have that problem." She turned her head and said no more.

God you couldn't take this. No one understood how the medicine made you feel. No one but Lee. You put your phone away to please her and sat with your head turned away as tears burnt your eyes.

It was finally over and you all went back home with a funeral date only days away. You didn't even bother going inside and quickly got in your car, taking off like a bat out of hell with a destination of Lee's place. One more time, you attempted to contact him by calling this time. It went straight to voicemail. You contemplated on leaving a message as his beautiful voice flowed into your ear.

"You've reached Dr. Pace. Leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. If this is an emergency, call 911 or go to the nearest hospital."

It was an emergency. You needed him but how ridiculous was it that you felt that way over someone you barely knew. Maybe you should just call Dave instead, you thought. No, you couldn't. You didn't want to. Something felt off and you were extremely worried about Lee after how you had found him...and even more so after his strange text in the early morning hours. Had he been drinking again?

Trying to compose your voice, you left a brief message.

"Hey Lee, it's me...I mean Jo...just wanted to check on you. I'm actually on my way to your place right now. I hope that is alright. Please all me back...or text. Ok...bye."

Your voice started to break up as you had told him to call you back. You hurried and ended the call so if by chance he got the message, he wouldn't hear you being a big baby. You honestly thought you should just turn around but something wouldn't let you.

You cried all the way there after a song played that struck every chord in your soul. You had noticed the clock when it had started. 2:22 pm. Strangely, it was the time you were born. You had this thing with seeing numbers in various ways and at certain moments, wether it was the time, catching the microwave's countdown or even the total on a purchase just to name a few. It was always double or triple digits of the same number. 11, 22, 33, and 44 were the big ones for you, and the 3's came in other ways too, such as the eerie pattern of celebrity deaths. The clairvoyance probability really wasn't that far fetched.

The first time you ever kissed his mouth, you absolutely did feel the earth move in your hand like the trembling heart of a captive bird....just like the lyrics said. You were in way over your head with this man. He had awoken something in you and made you feel alive again. He made you breathe....and without him, you would suffocate.

You pulled into the driveway behind his car and noticed the clock at 2:44. You released a stunned giggling sigh, wiped your eyes and got out, quietly closing the door.

As you came to the front door, you could see Lee through the three small windows it held, sitting on the floor playing catch with a ball against the wall.

You could hear soft muffled music and him singing from inside as you knocked but he didn't hear you, so you walked in.

"Lee?"

He then heard your voice and turned his head.

When he saw that it was you, he eagerly staggered his way up and almost ran into the wall, in which he then leaned on as a crutch. You could tell he had been drinking or maybe even on something else.

"Miss Massachusetts. What are you doing here?"

You sucked in a breath and began rambling.

"I'm sorry, the door...it was open and you didn't hear me. I..I wanted to check on you...your phone...is off or something. I....I hope it's ok that I came."

His body moved unsteadily as he tried to balance and seemingly didn't want to look you in the eyes.

"Yeah...that. Sorry.. I kinda broke my phone. Seems it can't handle the impact of a wall. But my other one should be here soon. Of course it's alright that you came. I am glad you did Jo March. Sucks being here all alone."

'Ohhh...yeah. That can happen." you lightly laughed. "Lee...are you alright?"

"Never better...now that you're here anyways....So...you came all the way here to check on me? Why?"

"I...I was worried about you when you didn't respond to my texts and call."

"You...texted and called? Shit...I am sorry. My phone...I broke it."

"So you already told me. Lee, what's going on?" You sat your purse down and walked over to him as you were worried he was going to fall.

His eyes looked you up and down and then he just gazed at you. His eyes were so glassy and his pupils dilated. He was definitely highly intoxicated, or just high....maybe both.

"My god, you...you are so beautiful it hurts."

Your lips slightly parted as a small gasp escaped them. How were you going to respond to that?

As you went to offer a simple thank you, the door opened and in walked Dr. Bloom.

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[transsexualsaintsebastian]

I Missed My Flight And I'm Writing This To Avoid Relapsing

And I hunch over the men's toilet in the Tampa International Airport,

choking out my breakfast (I only ate it thinking I wouldn't eat during the hours long layover)

and attempting with careful strength and precision to be at such an angle that my knees hover above the ground,

too afraid of what dirtiness could be on it but not too prideful to be a better person than the type of man who vomits for strangers in the other stalls to hear.

It's funny because when my mother talked to me about the terminal,

I thought she said "terminate" at first.

Oh, you know how this goes.

Don't make me keep repeating the story.

The last time I took this same flight I ended up

lost trying to go bus to bus back to campus from the airport

and ended up lost in the city, a woman petting my hair

telling me I'm beautiful and

"You just look so young, you know?

I just can't believe you're 18, are you sure?

You have such lovely hair.

Are you a student?

Are you really not so young?

Hey, come over here."

One day that little corner is going to be the death of me,

the day these aching bones of mine catch up to me.

I keep these tabs on me,

filed maps in my head of all the street corners everybody avoids,

the parts of each town I visit where I know to stay far away from but I can't pretend are nonexistent forever.

It's like running down empty train tracks:

Right now I am lucky. One day I will not be.

I think I'm always waiting for the sound of that train whistle barrelling towards me.

I once had a boyfriend who caught me with a white lighter.

He took it and tossed it,

told me I didn't know what it meant and I shrugged.

I haven't bought another since but I always knew what I was doing,

just didn't believe in what could happen.

I haven't died yet, so maybe he was right to toss it.

I missed my flight today;

I lost my ID somewhere between my family's house and the airport.

I never was the type to misplace things as a child,

always used to be so organized.

There was a place for everything and I was

so meticulous and so studious and

oh so afraid of ever learning how to fail.

I missed my flight today;

I lost my attention to detail somewhere between

the shelf above my aunt's fridge high enough to keep from children and

the lockbox-

my own fault it even ever got locked,

never in arm's reach after that first time getting caught,

the hospital visit and the charcoal down my throat and-

yes,

somewhere between the shelf and the lockbox (my parents have used the same code for everything my entire life.

They don't realize I know. )

I had to call my mother after leaving TSA.

"I'm sorry,

I'm so sorry,

I don't know what happened. I wish I did.

I don't know where it could have gone."

(You are me and you are a college freshman and

you sit in a cold office with

much too many of those doctor-office-shade-of-green decorations, and a man sits across from you.

"You can say no if there's anything you're uncomfortable with talking about right now, alright?

This is just an intake to figure out where you're at."

Howoftendoyoudrinkanddoyoudoanyothersubstancesandwhatisthefamilyhistoryandistherepasthistoryofabuseandwhenwereyoulasthospitalizedandhowlongdideachtimelastandwasthereadiagnosisand-

"You mentioned your Mom dealt with a lot of these issues too in the past, would you care to discuss your relationship with her?"

Pause. Break. Clenched fists, bitten tongue.

"I don't want to talk about this."

Two weeks later you relapserelapserelapsewhyisitsohardand-

You sit in that cold office again and the man is still staring at you with those piercing blue eyes and those unsettling green decorations you hate set up around him.

He asks about your flight home the next weekend,

if you think your mom can help you.

He tells you to tell her everything,

tells you she'll understand.

"Addiction is a disease.

A mother wouldn't love you any less for it."

You think about finding a new therapist.)

And at the end of the day the worst part about missing the flight

is the drive back to the house when the plug texts again asking why I stopped responding,

and it's like the entire sunshine state can feel the craving inside of me.

Florida, I love you,

all the way from the blackout night beaches

to the house my father overdosed in

a couple streets away from my first taste of bliss

and all the way down the road to Suncoast.

I am seven days sober today.

I missed my flight.

A week has never felt so long.

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