#i just realized i need to make a 'sunrise' now to go with 'sunset'!

[pjoxreader]

The continuation with Ex-Reader and Percy, Jason and Nico?

After the events the Reader saving them from monsters, boys heal and in the midst of that hear that Reader got a prophecy that summarises to “you go on the deadly quest, alone, with no help. Good luck!” Reader just shrugs and begins to prepare to leave the Camp. How would the boys react?

Ex-Reader Gets Sent On a Solo Quest

((Your idea's are always amazing had a lot of fun with this one!))

Percy Jackson

-You were pissed and that was putting it lightly. Percy was still in recovery so you weren’t able to go chew his head off for being dumb. What kind of idiot lets go of a cliff and tries to fall to his death? Thankfully you were there with Blackjack but that still didn’t make you want to yell at him any less. Of course you wouldn’t be able to do that as you were summoned for a quest, a solo quest that you were currently packing for.

-”What!?” Percy asks in surprise as Will explains that you were being sent on a solo quest. Will has to try and keep Percy down on the medical cot as he immediately tries to get up. “You need to rest, I just figured you’d want to know.” Will says sternly.

-”When do they leave?” Percy demands. Will looks at Percy but staring into those eyes he realizes Percy was just going to end up leaving anyway so he sighs heavily giving in. “They leave tomorrow morning at dawn. So sleep now so you have energy to go say goodbye.” he forces Percy’s head back into the pillow who sighs heavily. How was he supposed to sleep knowing you were going to be in danger?

-The next morning rolls around and sure enough Percy was waiting for you at the gates. You adjust the straps on your backpack and look at him. “Percy.” is all you can find yourself to say. You had this whole scolding planned in your mind but now that you were standing in front of him you couldn’t remember it at all.

-”How long have you been waiting here for?” you ask, seeing the bags under his eyes. He smiles sheepishly at that “Longer than I’d liked to admit… But I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye at least…” You make your way to his side looking up at the gate realizing this may be the last time you see camp, you look out at the different cabins glowing in the sunrise.

-”You should sleep, Percy. You need to get better.” you scolded softly but there wasn’t much anger in it. Percy gently takes your hand, his eyes focused out at the camp with you. “I know. We’ll all be waiting for you to come home safely… And if you ever need help…” you huff a little laugh at that “you’re only an Iris message away.” you squeeze his hand in reassurance. “I can do this.” you insure. Percy gives you a smile but you can see there’s sadness in his eyes. “I know…” 

Jason Grace

-Things were… Awkward at camp to put it lightly. Jason had to stay at camp half blood while he recovered. He was out for two whole days but it seemed he had woken up this morning. The morning you were leaving on your quest. 

-You had hoped that you’d be able to sneak off without him noticing and be on your way on your quest. The last thing you wanted to deal with was all of your complicated emotions with Jason… But deep down you knew there was a small part of you that was hoping he’d see you off. 

-Sure enough there he was staring off into the sunset, the sun sparkling in his eyes making them look like a war of gold and electric blue was being waged in his eyes. “Jason.” you say gently, those stern eyes turning to you and softening. 

-”So… You’re being sent on a solo quest?” He asks softly as if it wasn’t obvious. But you play along anyway, nodding at that as you make your way to the gate. “That’s the plan, yes.” You could tell he was thinking about something deeply, his nose would get this little crinkle when he was debating something heavily. 

-”Just spit it out Grace. I don’t have all day.” you complain fondly to him. He lets out the breath that he was holding. “Just… Be safe ok?” he looks at the ground sadly. You huff a little at that, lightly flicking his nose to get him to look up again. “I’m always safe doofus. Today won’t be any different.”

-You two both hesitate for a second but you give Jason a hug to reassure him before you turn and leave quickly with that, one final wave of goodbye. Jason tries to hide his blush but does wave back. That… Wasn’t what he wanted to say but… Maybe it was for the best. You needed your full focus on the quest. Not him. He could only hope you’d come back safely.

Nico Di Angelo

-Nico hated being stuck in the infirmary. There was nothing worse than sitting around being forced to sleep and just waiting on his wound to heal. To make things worse he knew that you were being sent on a quest today, so that made his brooding even worse.

-Not only was he stuck there he was stuck with his own thoughts, which was never good. It could be focused on a lot worse things, still thinking about you non-stop hasn’t been easy. The way you would smile at him, the way the sun reflected in your eyes… Ok, he really hated being stuck with his thoughts.

-He makes his way out of bed getting his jacket on as he makes his way out of the infirmary. Thankfully there was no one standing guard as it wasn’t exactly normal for patients to break out. He’d have to find you before you’d leave for your quest. -He spots you heading towards the gate and shadow travels quickly there, not wanting to miss his chance of saying goodbye. You look over seeing Nico appear being one of the few people who doesn’t jump when he suddenly appears. “Come to see me off?” you ask, leaning against the camp sign with a soft smile.

-”I… yes… And there’s something I wanted to tell you.” Nico hesitates for a few seconds. Was there? He honestly wasn’t sure it just slipped out. He could feel his heart racing as you raise a brow for him to continue on. ”Don’t die.” Nico decides on. 

- There’s an awkward silence in the air for a few seconds before you snort, bursting into laughter. “You really came out to tell me to not die? I mean, that is in my plans for the quest, yes. Right up there with beat the monsters.” you tease. Nico huffs in annoyance and embarrassment at that, looking away to try and hide his blush. You smile fondly kissing Nico’s cheek as you make your way out of camp waving bye leaving a bright red Nico behind. Deep down you missed seeing him so flustered, not that you would ever admit it out loud.

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[ohbo-ohno]

if the 1k game is still open, I’d like to throw in my two cents!

Ghost (or Ghoap) with Forest and Only (allotted amount of time) to escape before (bad thing happens)

I’m sure there’s plenty of ways to go with that!~ please take your time and remember to drink water today!!!!!

~🦋

1k game here - no more please!

i will drink water just for you babe. also i did ghoap x reader & forest & trying to escape, but ended up not including an allotted amount of time, hope that's alright!

1.5k of ghost watching soap and reader run from him during a zombie apolocypse. except the apolocypse is really more of a background thing and i just throw in mentions of zombies. no smut! (cw for a very brief mention of cannibalism, a sprained then broken ankle, kidnapping, and very light puppyplay at the end)

"You fucking idiot, Johnny," you hiss. "You're gonna get us killed!"

"Me?" He snarls, whirling around to glare at you, hackles raised. "You're fuckin' shoutin' like you want the bastard to find us!"

"Shhh! Could you be any louder?!"

"You goddamned feartie, I hope he kills you first!"

"What the fuck did you just call me?!"

Ghost just barely manages to bite back a laugh at your offended tone, the way you're nearly spitting at Johnny, even at nearly a foot shorter than him. It's like watching a kitten try and fight a dog - cute, but you know the dog could crush the kitten if things went a little too far.

But Simon doesn't mind watching you hiss and spit at Johnny, certainly doesn't see a need to step in any time soon.

He hadn't expected to find much more than a few corpses when the motion sensor around his property triggered an alarm in his base. He figured it was probably a few zombies, easy enough to deal with.

But then he spotted the two of you - a big Scotsman and his far smaller girl, bickering playfully and totally unaware of him in the shadows.

Originally he'd planned to kill the two of you. He's got enough food stored to make it through the winter, so he wouldn't have to bother with freezing your bodies for later. It would be almost comically easy to kill you, take a couple shots from far enough away that you'd never see them coming, drag your bodies off his property, and forget all about you.

But then Johnny - who's name he only knows because you use it frequently - had spotted him. And wasn't that interesting? It's been a long time since someone managed to spot Ghost while he was trailing them.

He'd noticed Johnny's injury soon after that. The two of you had taken off running - he's not sure why, but apparently you haven't had the best experience with strangers - and Johnny had limped beside you, his right ankle clearly giving him trouble.

That was near sunrise. Now, there's an hour or two before the sunsets.

Simon would like to have the two of you in his base before night falls. No point in risking losing one of you to a zombie, not when you're already vulnerable.

He's been herding the two of you in the right direction since about noon. The two of you had picked the right direction to run, almost making it fully out of Ghost's territory before he started redirecting you. It was easy to land a few shots in the dirt in front of you, send the pair of you scrambling in another direction.

You're closer to his base than either of you realize. Ghost's muscles twitch at the realization, the thought of having the two of you locked up fueling his adrenaline.

He already knows you'll both put up a good fight. He can't wait to see which one of you gives in first. He thinks it might be Johnny, can already picture the man being good after seeing how Ghost might treat you.

He tunes back into your argument as the land becomes more familiar, unable to resist smirking as he sees the path that Johnny's about to walk.

"I told you we should've been more on the lookout for other people."

"Don't even start! Ye know as well as me that the bastard came out of nowhere, don't act like we woulda seen him anyway."

"Well, now we'll never know."

"Exactly! So why're you still naggin' me about it?"

"Oh, really, I'm nagging? Really, Johnny?"

"Yes! What, you think saying it twice makes it less true?"

"Oh, fuck you, honestly, I don't even know why I bother helping you."

Johnny laughs, loud and very obviously fake. "You're helpin' me? Oh, now you've really lost it, lass. I've been dragging dead weight since this whole thing started! You know, I'm getting awful tired of-"

Johnny's just a few steps away, make that final little stretch as he talks, and Ghost holds his breath, waits....

Bam. Before he can finish his complaint, he's yanked into the air. His bad ankle is wrapped up tight in rope, a trap tugging that leg into the air and leaving his torso resting on the ground.

He grunts loudly, though not as loudly as Ghost had expected with his injury.

"Holy shit!" You nearly shout, rushing to Johnny's side and abandoning your argument. "Fuck, are you alright?"

The Scot makes a half-wheezed sound of affirmation, eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck, alright, don't move. I'll get you out, alright?"

Before you can figure out how to make that happen, Simon steps out of the treeline. You catch sight of him immediately, eyes going wide as you clearly fight the urge to run and abandon your partner. You just barely manage to stop yourself, shifting into what looks like it's meant to be a defensive possession.

Ghost tilts his head, smirks behind the mask. "Where do you think you're goin'?"

Johnny's face is twisted in pain, leaving you to respond. "We don't mean any harm, alright? Just... just let me get him down, and we'll go."

Simon slings his rifle off his back, holds it casually in his arms. The way your hands twitch, the panic streaking across Johnny's expression... fuck, it gets him hard.

"Why would I let you do that?"

There's a little furrow between your brows, and Johnny starts to really squirm in is bindings.

"We won't tell anyone about you," you try, inching around Johnny's prone form. "Promise. You let us go, you'll never have to see us again."

That, Simon thinks, is the problem.

He hauls his gun up, takes quick aim, and shoots the rope tying Johnny up before either of you can properly panic. You both still scream when the branch falls, clattering to the ground on top of Johnny.

You're quick to help him up, your argument apparently entirely forgotten as you let him lean most of his body weight on your shoulders.

Ghost slings the gun back over his shoulder, pulling a length of rope out of his pocket. "Both of you, on your knees. Hands behind your heads, eyes closed."

"Oy." Johnny tries to move in front of you, but his now mangled ankle has to be kept completely off the ground for him to even stay standing. "You can't... we'll go, like she said. Promise, mate."

"Knees."

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed neither of you put up even a bit of fight. But he doesn't complain as he watches you fall to the ground first, letting Johnny use you to help himself.

"Good," Simon hums when you both settle, forms stiff but in the correct position. "Either one of you even twitches, I'll break your legs and leave you for the zombies."

You both shudder at that, and Ghost feels his cock throb in his jeans. He adjusts himself, then steps forward with the rope.

He's quick, not giving either of you time to properly react. You both get a matching loop of rough rope tied around your necks, just tight enough that the skin is already rubbed a bit raw, just from the initial tie.

"Don't move," Simon growls when Johnny jerks away, gripping the man's wrists and tugging them in front of him. "You want to die out here? Watch your little girlfriend get eaten alive?"

He flushes, teeth gritted in what's probably a mix of rage and pain. Sweat drips down his face, streaking through the filth. "She's not my girl."

"Johnny," you hiss, shifting restlessly on your knees. "Seriously?"

"What? Yer not."

"Is that really what you want to be focusing on right now?"

"Oh, would ye rather talk about the goddamn collar and leashes the bastard's given us?"

Ghost gives said leash a rough tug for that, finishing off the loops around Johnny's wrist and moving in front of you. "The bastard's right here."

You sit still, eyes still closed and limbs loose as you let him move your arms around. Johnny's the one who starts squirming, scowl deepening. "Really? Couldnae tell."

"Lotta sass from a man wearing a leash." Ghost yanks it again, nearly sending Johnny sprawling to the ground. He just manages to catch himself on his bound hands, and Simon finishes off yours.

He steps back, holding the length of rope stretching from your necks in one hand. He tugs solidly, smirks when you both stand as quickly as you can. "Up, now. Time to go home."

He doesn't spare either of you a glance, turning around and starting the rest of the journey home. He shows a bit of kindness, keep his pace slow since he can hear the way Johnny's breathing grows more ragged, hear his limp against the dead leaves.

Neither of you tug or try to run away, and Ghost can't help but smile at the obedience. He mentally crosses leash training off his to-do list. He had been looking forward to that one, but he's sure there'll be plenty of other interesting experiences with the two of you.

He's never trained two pets at once. He can't wait to see how it goes.

#i've written this same thing in slightly different ways a million times. and i will write it again #1k celebration #ghoap x reader #bo writes #serial killer ghoap x reader #btw - he takes you home then chains you both up outside and says something like “this is where dogs stay” :/ #dont worry youre perfectly safe (he has a high fence keeping zombie out) but he likes to hear how scared you get when you're out there all #you're both quite well behaved when he lets you in for dinner the next night <3 #he only has to scold you once when you both complain about being made to eat while kneeling on the floor next to him #🦋 anon #zombie apocalypse ghoap x reader

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Where's your hope? - Nikolai Lantsov

Masterlist

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Wordcount: 1196

Warnings: panic attack, crying

Summary: It's too much for Nikolai right now and when he disappears from a meeting you go out to find him and help him through his moments.

Nikolai was stuck in a meeting. All he wanted right now was to just leave, get some fresh air, maybe a glass of water, and to just lay in your arms. The advisors around him talked on and on and he found himself zoning in and out, losing concentration on whatever they were talking about. It was all a bit too much, really. The war with Fjerda, balancing up the budget, buying crops and other supplies to his country to keep his people from starving, the pile of letters laying on his desk in his office, keeping track of the first army and helping out with the second army when needed. He barely got any sleep anymore and he hasn't been able to accompany you to supper in at least a week. He worked from sunrise to way past sunset, burying himself in the paperwork that he didn’t have time to finish between the meetings. 

“Moy Tsar, what is your say in this matter?” One of his advisors turned to him and Nikolai snapped back to reality, turning his gaze to him. He shook his head and pulled a hand through his hair. 

“I’m terribly sorry, what were you saying?” He asked and tried to sit up straighter in the chair. He pulled at the neckline of his dress shirt, trying to loosen it up to make it easier to breathe. He let out a huff of air and pulled another hand through his hair, messing it up terribly. 

“Maybe we should take a paus?” The man on his left said and Nikolai nodded in agreement. It had suddenly become very hot in the room and he felt as if the air was running out. He very suddenly stood up from his chair, pushing it backwards with a scraping sound and stormed out of the room. The door that he’d thrown open fell closed again with an echoing boom. His advisors looked at each other in silence, quietly asking each other what just had happened. No one knew and after waiting for almost 10 minutes with no sign of Nikolai, his closest advisor, Pyotr, stood up from his chair, “I’ll go fetch the queen.” 

The knocking on your door had you looking up from your papers. Your guard opened the door and you were met by Pyotr, Nikolai’s closest advisor, standing outside the door. He bowed in greeting and you gave him a nod.

“What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be in a meeting by now, my lord?” you wondered, knowing Nikolai had a meeting right now and Pyotr was indeed required at that meeting. 

“I was wondering if you knew where to find the king? He abandoned the meeting 10 minutes ago and hasn't yet returned, moya Tsaritsa.” He explained and you saw the disappointment in his eyes when he realized Nikolai wasn’t with you either. You shook your head gently, indicating that you had do idea where your husband had fled off to. Your guard had gotten a worried crease between his eyebrows when he heard the news. 

“Go back to the meeting and tell the others that you’re finished for today. I’ll go look for my husband,” you instructed Pyotr and he gave you a nod and then you heard his steps disappear down the hall. Your chair scraped against the ground when you pushed it out and stood to go search for Nikolai. It wasn’t like him to disappear like that, in the middle of a meeting, no less. You grabbed your cloak when you walked past the hook beside the door in case Nikolai had gone outside. The early spring had brought out the sun but it was still chilly and the winds were cold and you didn’t have time to get sick. 

After asking a few guards if they’d seen Nikolai you found yourself walking through the doors to the grand gardens on the backside of the palace. On the other side of the small lake, a few grisha were training. The trees and the flowers had gotten their leaves back and a few of the flowers had already started blooming. It was beautiful to see the palace gardens come to life. You stopped for a moment, letting your gaze sweep over the place, looking for any signs of Nikolai. You settled your eyes upon a blond mop of curls in the far corner of the gardens. A small smile made its way to your lips. He’d sat down on the bench directly under your window in your study, so basically you could have just opened the window and looked down instead of taking the extended walk around the castle. You shook your head at him as you steered your steps towards him. 

He heard you before he saw you. Your elegant steps and the heals against the ground was a sound he’d learned to recognize. With tears in his eyes he looked up from his hands and was met by the sight of you walking towards him. 

“You came all the way here to find me?” His voice was hoarse and raspy and he hiccuped between the words. He was only wearing his dress pants and a simple white shirt. His jacket still hung over the back of his chairs in the room where he’d been before he left. The brisk spring air was chilly and the wind pulled at his blond strands of hair. You sighted softly and took off your cloak before you sat down on the bench beside him. You gently draped the cloak over his shoulders and wrapped your arms around him, gathering him in your embrace. He fell into you and let you hold him tight, pressing himself against your warmth. He knew that kings didn’t weep but he let the tears roll down his cheeks anyways, and he sobbed against your shoulder. 

“Shh, shh, you’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay,” you mumbled and pressed a soft kiss against his hair and made comforting strokes over his back. He shook in your embrace and his breathing was sharp and irregular. 

“Hey, look at me, Kolya,” you gently cupped his cheek with one hand seeked his hazel eyes. They were lined with tears and his lips were trembling. You pressed a gentle kiss against his lips and when you gently pulled away he continued to have his eyes closed, almost following you with his own lips to not lose the contact of your lips against his. 

“You’ll be alright. Whatever’s happening inside of you right now, it’ll be alright.” you assured him softly and gently wiped away the tears from his cheeks with your thumb. 

“You sure?” His voice was quiet and unsteady and he let out a shaky breath. 

“I’m certain. Where has your hope gone, Nikolai?” you smiled reassuringly, “you told me once that hope is what’s gonna come out of nowhere and fill your sails to take you home. What happened to that?” Nikolai laid down his head on your shoulder again and took your hand in his. He sniffled softly and pressed a tender kiss to your hand. 

“I don’t need it that much anymore, I’m with you. I’m already home.”

#nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov x reader #prince nikolai #nikolai lantsov #the grisha series #grishaverse #season 2 shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone netflix #king of scars #rule of wolves #sturmhond

[thewritersaddictions]

Requests: The Witcher: Geralt of Rivia- Spellbound

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader & Ciri x Platonic!Fem!Reader

Pov: Geralt Of Rivia/ Ciri

Warnings: Mages, magic, fighting, Kaer Morhen, Angst, Fluff, memorial statues, death/revival, female witcher!Reader, falling back into love, happy family vibes.

Summary: The only female witcher is frozen in time at Kaer Morhen, but when Geralt brings Ciri there, something magical and extraordinary happens. Reuniting two past lovers.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers; this is a request.

WC- 2.4k

Requests Master List // The Witcher Master List // The Heros Master List

The first and last female witcher statue stands in the middle of Kaer Morhen. It’s a daily reminder of my failure to protect her and that I must try to be better for her sake. Vesmir had been a helping hand when I lost her. He was the only father figure I had, and I was more than grateful when he chose to have the stone figure of her placed in Kaer Morhen. It was a reminder of how little there were of Witchers like us, but also that love was forever. 

It just stung too much, and I needed to leave Kaer Morhen. Spring was starting a new, and with that, paths and plans were already ready to be brought to action. I packed my little things and took Roach back on the dirty trails that were now not covered in inches of snow. Yet, this path led to a world I’d instead have never been a part of. A law of surprise that leads to a child. A child born to be the princess of Cintra. 

Many more happened before I knew the law of surprise would put her and me on the same path. I’m more than surprised when it leads me straight to her. In an effort to firstly protect the princess and secondly help her because the duty has sadly fallen to me due to the war. I bring her to Kaer Morhen. I get her there to learn and to be supported by Vesmir; then again, I’m reminded of a promise that I must protect Ciri in every possible way, as I couldn’t do so for Y/n. 

Y/n statue stares at me. Her frozen, hurt face, I can hear the echo of screams and how quickly they were cut off before I could make it to the fight. Her beauty hasn’t left her face. A smile that is in the back of my head, but her voice. That beautiful voice. The only thing that could lull me to sleep and keep my spirits high was fading ever so quickly in my mind. All I had left of her were the memories and the statue. Her dress flew in the wind as she was frozen head to toe. 

It had been a mage, an unhappy mage, that had followed us to the mountainside. I remember it now being about me. The memorial was about many things. Y/n had been the only female witcher, so for one, it was a remembrance of that fact alone. Y/n had also said that if she ever died, in battle or at home, she would love to be able to gaze at the morning sunrise and sunset setting. 

I hadn’t realized how long it had been until I arrived at Kear Morhen. Years had passed, and I had gained the child princess and a few friends in those years. Yet even with the people around me, there was still an ache in my chest, so looking at her frozen staring with that scared expression only caused the hurt to grow. 

I introduced Ciri to everyone. Vesmir understood that this was a unique matter at hand. He helped me in any way I needed. I wake Ciri every morning before the morning rose above the mountain tops. “Come, let’s go practice.” At first, it was with swords and then with combat. And every day, Y/n watched us, unmoving and silent. Every day, like clockwork, Ciri would get distracted as she wandered off the battle arena and towards Y/n’s statue. “Who is this?” There was a tiny plaque at the bottom of her lonely statute—Y/n’s name written in a language known to only a few witchers, one of which was Y/n. 

On the plaque, it reads: 

Y/n, L/n 

The First and Only Female Witcher 

We miss you. 

“Someone important,” I tell Ciri, and that’s where I leave it, but I feel I should know better. Ciri will go on an adventure to figure it out herself, regardless of what I want her to know about it. “Let’s return to practice before you get distracted even further,” I tell Ciri, and she follows me obediently, but there is something, and I can feel it as if Ciri is drawn to Y/n. 

–

Geralt doesn’t talk much about his past, and I know he’s got secrets he’s unwilling to share with me right now. There is just something about that statute. I can’t read the plaque below it, yet I do not care. There is a beauty around her, so everyone had to go to bed to rest every night after I sneak out of the room and walk down to the statue. 

I sneak out to talk to her. Unlike Geralt, she couldn’t give me a look of not understanding or dismissing me when he’d heard enough about my thoughts. I just want and need someone to understand me. I would walk out and talk to her for nights in a row. About anything and everything. How training was going, how much I missed my grandmother, the war, and the magic I felt pumping through my veins. Anything that scared me I talked to her about. 

One night, I thought I got caught. I had snuck out after a late dinner. Geralt had said I needed to do more training than when we first arrived here, yet we had already been here for ages. His words and his calm demeanor pissed me off. “You don’t think I can do it, do you?” I yelled at Geralt. I was standing up from the table. The chair slid and scratched the floor in the process. “I never said that,” Geralt said calmly. “Yet you never say I’m doing good; you just grunt and walk away. You don’t even talk to me about anything. Everything is a damn secret, I just want to understand, yet that was the most difficult thing here.” I screamed before stomping to my room, leaving half-uneaten food on my plate. The sound of echoing feet happened hours later, and when I peeked my head out of the room, there was nobody in the living space. 

“I just don’t understand why he doesn’t talk about things. I just want him to teach me and not just grunt at me and then tell me to repeat what I was just doing.” I fuss at the beautiful statue. She’s cleaned every day, and she almost looks real. If I just climbed up and touched her, she would come to life before me. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m not cut out for this stuff,” I mumble as I look down at the ground before me. I must be too into my thoughts because I don’t hear when Vesmir comes behind me. 

“I see you’re out here talking to our beautiful Y/n.” Vesmir said, “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, Vesmir.” I said, grabbing onto my chest and holding my fast-beating heart. “Wait, did you just say her name?” I asked, whipping around and asking Vesmir. He smiles down gently at me. “Of course, this is the only female witcher ever. She was the best of the best and a loving woman.” Vesmir adds before stepping further next to me. “I’m assuming from your reaction that Geralt hasn’t told you of the story about our dead Y/n.” I shake my head, “Hmm, I wonder, I must tell you now.” 

“So the story goes as follows. Y/n, the only female witcher, was with Geralt. God, they were in love with each other. They thought a hell of a lot of monsters together, but of course, a love story must always have a villain to it. There was a mage, according to Geralt. That had not taken his various forms of saying no to heart.  The mage had dragged Y/n into the fight that unfortunately put her in this frozen state.” Vesmir says, and as he continues to talk, he looks fondly at her.  

“So Geralt and her were together; no wonder he’s so tightlipped about her. He wouldn’t even tell me her name.” I say sadly, looking back up at her. “She is beautiful.” I say in a low, sadden voice, “Y/n is beautiful, I bet she was a great listener.” I say I hear a chuckle from behind “I wish I could have met her.” I say out loud, clearly. My hand sits on the stone base of her boot. “I figure she would have loved to have met you. You are much like her Ciri.” Vesmir adds. 

Just then there’s this moment of consuming silence. My hand still wrapped around her boot. “Ciri?” I hear Vesmir behind me. “What are you doing?” He asks, there’s shock in his voice, and a bit of terror. “I don’t… what are you talking about?” I ask looking up from the gravel beneath my feet. 

Her statue is lite up with a light blue hue. “I wasn’t… I was just holding her foot that was all I promise you.” The blue hue grows with strength until finally it echos into the sky, streaming onto every single surface it can touch. 

– 

I can sleep here, regardless of the anger that Ciri is pushing towards me. I can only ever sleep here at Kaer Morhen. It brings the past memeoties to the brim of my mind. Y/n fliters through my thoughts. Her voice echoing through my head, the sound of her laugh, the spring scent that followed her around. She was nothing like a witcher, her emotions open and willing to be connected with someone else. I ache in the best and worst ways for her. Yet I don;t dare tell Ciri about her. I can see it now, if Y/n was around she’d just love Ciri. Y/n would be so happy to be acting like her mother. As much as Y/n understood that she was the only female witcher, she also wished to be normal. She wished that she could have kids. It was a sad conversation that the both of us had to have. 

My eyes open with haste. A blue bright light pulling me from my dreams of my perfect family. There’s this searing blue light that is filtering through the walls of Kaer Morhen, and my thought flutter over to Ciri. I hope Ciri is alright. I jump up from the uncomfortable bed. I run through the halls, Ciri’s door is left open. Panic starts to set into my bones. I run around the others coming out of there rooms. The blue hue is fading away, and for a moment I swear I can hear Y/n’s voice. I push that away from my thoughts, as I frantly look for Ciri. I find that the front door is open wide, and when I look out there’s nothing but crumble stone all over the ground. 

“Geralt?” I hear Vesmir say. I look up front he ground swallow hard, bearing for the worst. Instead it’s not the worst. “I need you to believe what I’m about to say.” He says steadily. “Vesmir what are you talking about?” “Just let me finish alright, Ciri has awoken Y/n.” I stand there, my heart beats and my jaw leaps down to the ground in shock. We had tried everything, spells, magic, ruins to fix her condition. “Geralt?” A sweet voice calls from the dust before it all clears. 

There she is, standing in all of her glory. Grey hair that flows in the night wind. Y/n hasn’t aged a single day in the many years that she’s been frozen in her stone state. My hands shake my heart beats so fast I can hear it in my ears. I’ve never fetl a source of panic and relief all in one little moment. “Is that really you?” My voice is shattered and my heart feels as if it’s been broken and put back together all over again. “Oh my dear Geralt. I think you and I both know that it’s me.” Y/n says as her eyes flicker over tot heston slab we put her on, and then to Ciri. My eyes widden with shock. Y/n is most defintly not up there anymore, and the expression on Ciri’s face is easy to read. “Let’s take this inside, is that alright Vesmir?” Y/n asksher voice floating into my ears. It calms my racing heart. 

The walk inside is odd, and perfect all at the same time. We all sit at the same table that Ciri had just recently yelled at me. “Who may this be, Geralt?” She asks me, and it pulls me away from just staring at her. I use to stare at her all the time. Her beauty was always hard to not get distracted by. “This is um… this is Ciri.” I introduce her to Y/n. Y/n smiles sweetly over at her. “It’s a pleasure to met the person who fixed my rather unforotunate situation.” I forget how eloquent Y/n spoke most of the time. “I didn’t know that was going to happen.” Ciri speaks for the first time. “I told Ciri about what happened. Maybe that has something to do with this miracle.” Vesmir says looking over at me. I want to be anger with him and Ciri but the soft, and gentle hand that settles on my arm brings me back to earth. I can’t dare to be mad at either of them.

“I think we should thank them Geralt. As for without their efforts I would not have come back to you.” Y/n says looking over at me. I nod simply. “Thank you for bringing her back to me, Ciri. I owe you a lot more now.” Ciri looks at me notching her head to the side. “Geralt you don’t owe me anything. I just wanted to know moe about Y/n.” Ciri says look at he pair of us. “I would love to tell you more about me in the morning I’m rather tired.” Y/n says it like there’s nothing wrong with that fact. “Will you take me to bed, Geralt?” Y/n asks me, her grasps holding me tight. I shake my head not able to talk just yet. “I missed you.” Y/n says as we walk towards the room we used to share. 

Completed on: 08/27/23

Posted on: 08/28/23

The Heros-

#fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #open requests #requests open #the witcher fic #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher geralt #the witcher #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia fanfiction #geralt of rivera #geralt of rivia fluff #geralt of rivia angst #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompts #hurt/comfort fic #fanfiction #ciri x paltonic reader #x y/n #y/n #geralt x y/n #geralt x reader #witcher!reader

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

You’re Alive Pt. 3

Pt. 2 HERE

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: your birthday wasn’t like any other birthday, because it was your last one, or at least so you thought.

Warnings: angst, (lots of it) suicide attempt, depression, drug addiction

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

The chapter full of angst y’all have been asking for! Hope you like it 🖤✨

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And just like that another year passed. Another year of nothing but shit and depression. You had fallen back in depression, you would take anti depression pills every day, maybe you’re even addicted to them but you didn’t care. It’s not like someone cared for you anyway, sheriff Galpin had also given up on you. You were now almost 20 and your like has been nothing but shit. You had lost a lot of weight and you didn’t use your power anymore. It consisted in telekinesis and making things look prettier, but the “pretty” part in your life had apparently vanished and now everything you touched died.

However, you were still trying to make Nevermore a pretty place, but unluckily it wasn’t working. Wednesday promised she’s come back, yet none of it was working… your soul was slowly dying inside of you and so were you. You felt empty, you still kept thinking that you didn’t deserve all the lies they told you. You had decided, you wanted to end it all, it hurt and a lot. You had a lot of medication so you decided to just go for it and take all the pills you had. You wanted to die of overdose. At this point you knew that no one would be coming back for you, like Wednesday promised. This was just another lie, and you were probably just a pawn in her big game.

You had decided to write Wednesday a goodbye letter, if she ever came looking for you. You debated on writing it even for Weems, but eventually you decided not to, because this was part of their plans, this all because they made you suffer, so you needed to feel the guilt. Then on your birthday you decided to do it. You were in the balcony enjoying the last sunrise of your life, on your birthday and it was beautiful, almost as if it was inviting you to take your life and make beautiful sunrises and sunsets. You went back in the room, going in Wednesday’s bed to try and smell whatever bit remained of Wednesday’s vanilla perfume in there as you took each pill you had. At least you were going out with the relaxing sound of the birds chirping and the wind whistling between the leaves.

You started feeling cold, then you started loosing perception of your limbs. You started sweating and you slowly became very pale. You started breathing slower and your heart beat slower than what it should be and you slowly felt yourself loose consciousness as you fell into that dee sleep you have always dreamed of.

Just then, Wednesday came into the room, looking for you. And saw you laid on what used to be her bed emotionless. She thought you were asleep, so she sat down on the bed, sitting next to you as she put a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N), Happy birthday” she said, but after shaking you for a while, she noticed that you weren’t responding. “(Y/N), wake up” she said and shook you harder, then feeling your pulse she realized it was very weak. She started crying as she called for an ambulance. “Please don’t leave me, wake up I’m so sorry” she said and tried giving you CPR, however it wasn’t working, you weren’t waking up and she kept crying and apologizing. “(Y/N) I’m so so sorry, please don’t leave me I love you so much-“

You could hear a very distant voice as you kept slipping away. You didn’t even try to fight back, you just wanted to get away from this world that had done you so bad. The ambulance soon arrived and took you away, leaving Wednesday alone in her old room. She looked around for any kind of note and she found a letter.

To Wednesday.

I don’t know if you’re ever gonna come back for me like you promised, I don’t think so at this point. It’s something hard for me to accept but at this point I don’t have any choice, right?

I loved you so much during the few years that I had you in my life. It sucked then too, but it was better than how it turned when you all “died” and even worst than when I found out that you have been lying to me this whole time.

This should be a goodbye letter but it’s time you all realize that it’s your fault I did this. I lost everything. I lost you, I lost Weems, I lost Sheriff Galpin, too. At some point during those years he had become kind of my father, but when he saw I got addicted to my anti-depression pills. He did the best thing, no one wants to have an addict to care for.

Now you must be wondering why today. The reason is simple… I was sure you wouldn’t come, but then if there was a day you’d come it would have been my birthday. Even if it’s not my birthday… well at least you know why. If you’re here years after I committed suicide, you’ll probably find a body that’s in late decomposition. At least I’m sure you’ll find something you like.

I didn’t ask much of you Wednesday. I just wanted you to let me know you were safe. I get it that it was hard, but no one is taking it out on my head that there were thousand of ways for you to let me know you were okay and you didn’t dare use even one.

These are maybe all the reasons why I committed suicide. I just wanted to make you understand why I did what I did and why it was your fault.

This being said, I love you so much Nes. I know what I did was selfish but I just couldn’t handle it anymore. Please understand this.

Goodbye.

After reading that letter she crumbled down to her knees. Everything hurt, she did this to you and for the first time she cried desperately. She had cried before, but not desperately like this. In the room came Weems that had taken Wednesday there and she tried to help her up, however the girl pushed her away. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry I did this to her-“ she sobbed out and Weems there tried to support her, with tears in her eyes she helped her up to her feet. “Come on let’s go to the hospital…”

The two of them headed to the hospital behind the ambulance and as soon as they got in they saw doctors trying to bring you back. It had now been 20 minutes of you without a heartbeat and they were giving up. “What? No, you have to keep going!” Wednesday said between sobs. “Miss, we can’t she’s gone-“ Wednesday interrupted her “SHE’S NOT GONE! TRY AGAIN” the doctors looked at each other before trying again with the defibrillator. You got a slow but steady heartbeat. “She’s back, good job everyone. Intubare her and give her an IV” Wednesday sighed of relief as they were brought out to a waiting room. After a couple hours, they were let in your room. You were intubated as you had troubles breathing, but you were safe.

Still sweating because of the overdose, you were laying motionless in the hospital bed. Wednesday tried to keep in the tears but she just couldn’t, she burst out once again. She hugged you for what was possible for her as she cried on your shoulder before speaking to you gently. 

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry for what I caused you. It was never my intention, I never would have figured out that you’d react like this… I overestimated the way you react. I’m so sorry, just please come back to me…”

Tagging those who asked for part three: @nachoishere @dreifhraniquo29 @tundra1029 @suiseistellar

#jenna ortega #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

[versethetic]

I feel so frustrated. I'm in this weird in-between I'm so upset and not upset at all. I can't fully indulge in either. I say fuck it I'll give into the 3D and I just can't. I know this isn't it. But I also can't seem to commit to the 4D either. I'm living in neither. I'm so overwhelmed and underwhelmed I don't know what's going on.

I feel like I'm a weird liminal space. I am unable to give up and 3D spiral cause I know better but I'm still feeling something off I don't know how to explain

i know what you mean. but this is where discipline can really set you up for better.

you’ve learned all you need to know abt loassum and imagination and now you’re in the spot where you have to commit to already having what you want, but a part of you still looks to the 3d for validation.

and there’s nothing wrong with this sort of limbo space, take this moment in stride, but realize that committing to imagination doesn’t mean you have to do a method 24/7 or watch your thoughts all day from sunrise to sunset. it just means make sure you’re aligned with the assumption no that what you want is yours. that’s it.

learn how you wanna go about persisting and then take a step back. not like take a break or detach, but simply check in on yourself every once in awhile.

do you believe you have what you want regardless of the 3d? you’re on the right path.

do you feel weird and stationary even though you know you’re doing things right? completely fine, you’re still on the right path.

you wanna give in to the 3d? this is when you take a break for the day. take loassum off your mind and do a little something for yourself. then remind yourself that imagination has it all.

can’t fully commit to the 4d? don’t stress over fully committing. just know it is full of what you want and it’s all real. then just daydream for fun, listen to music that makes you happy, etc.

if you feel a certain way about loassum that causes you to worry or stress or doubt, then back a way for a second and get yourself back on your feet. feelings don’t equate to anything with loassum but i do recommend you don’t suffocate yourself in the law that is currently making you feel a type of way.

if anything, go through posts you’ve previously read, refresh your mind, pick out things that you like or stick out and go by those tips or tricks. don’t force yourself to do anything and don’t just give up because you feel like don’t know what to do.

you do. you always have. now relax, and do what will make you happy.

#loa #law of assumption #loassumption #reality shifting #shifting #shifting realities #manifesting #manifestation #desired reality #asks

[ateez-himari]

[Archive] 'Tunnel' by Mingi - The Story

...

"It was tough for me to see a single letter so I sent it all away, I guess I can't get used to being left alone..."

It had been weeks since every single one of their interactions was inevitably cut short by the man's cold responses, the widening void in their friendship slowly tearing at the young woman's already fragile heart. To the audience it was undoubtedly a result of dating rumors circulating through social platforms yet she knew better than to fall under this belief, than to dumb down her friend's suddenly dismissive behavior to not wishing to be mistaken for her romantic interest.

'Mingi can I come in...' She asked sheepishly, a trembling hand giving her bandmate's door a light knock. 'We need to t-'

Without giving the anxiety riddled maknae a chance to explain the reason behind such a sudden intrusion the door swung open to reveal the man's annoyed expression, silently motioning for her to come in with a singular nod of his head. They had spent around two years building a close connection to one another yet now she stood awkwardly in front of his bed where he took a seat, fidgeting with the edges of a sweater he had let her borrow and was now long forgotten.

'So what do you want ?' He asked plainly, looking off to the side of the room. 'Can you make this quick...I was planning on going out soon.'

'Why have you been acting like a complete asshole lately ?' She blurted out, the honesty behind her question taking both parties aback. 'I mean...all of a sudden you just start ignoring me, not even talking to me unless you really have to...did I do something ?'

From sunrise to sunset, this moment... Why is my heart so void ?

With a clench of his jaw the man ran a ringed hand across his pursed lips, a heavy silence settling across the room whilst he looked for a way to phrase his answer though still not making an effort to meet her saddened eyes. The young woman however did not seem to have the same control over the emotions screaming inside her mind, all competing for dominance over one another, as she kept blinking to keep warm tears at bay.

'You're just too clingy.' Mingi finally spoke up. 'This is exactly why people start dating rumors...because you can't seem to stay away from me for a single second. I mean come on there's seven other members, can't you go bother one of them ?'

Everything I said was a lie... Everything right at this moment.

Deep down he wished to take the group's youngest into his arms, beg for her forgiveness regarding all the times he had made that beautiful smile falter, yet pushing her away seemed to be the only way to protect them both. Despite acting like he held not a singular regard towards how she felt, he could tell that the influx of negativity was slowly wearing her down and he could not let rumors about their alleged relationship contribute to this weight - no matter how much he wished for them to be true.

I gotta get outta fucking love...

'I just...' Too choked up to form more than a few words, Himari simply lowered her head. 'I'm sorry, this is my fault.'

The man's resolve was rapidly growing thin, the more rational parts of his conscience pleading for him to just explain everything, fully aware that she would understand, yet his tongue seemed to find harsher words by the moment. It had been months now since the realization that it was no longer simply friendship but love that he felt for the vocalist dawned on him, months since he had promised himself to do whatever was necessary to never let his heart feel this way.

'I knew adding a girl to this group was a mistake.' He spat out, a lump forming in his throat. 'If you got nothing else to say then get out, my hiatus is soon and I have to pack.'

I let you go like nothing happened... But then at the end of it all a piece of you still lingers.

Not willing to let tears fall in front of him no matter how deeply every single one of his coldly spoken statements cut, the young woman hurried out of the room and into the one she shared with the two oldest members. Within a moment of shutting the door her body slid down against the wooden surface, knees curling up to her chest as poorly silenced sobs echoed through the empty dorm.

Now left completely alone with the guilt of what he had just done, the rapper angrily hurled a nearby book at the wall as tears of his own stained the hand he had brought over his face. Everything aspect of his head was in complete disarray and nothing made sense anymore, not the reason behind his rash decisions, not the harshness of his words, not even his feelings towards someone he had sworn to their manager would never be anything more than a bandmate.

It will be empty, hopefully Then it will be filled again, even if it hurts. I'll eventually have to face reality I'm sure that it was just a dream deep inside my heart.

Himari would never find out that most of his hiatus was filled with days drowned in alcohol to forget everything that had taken place between them, to forget how much he wished to kiss her delicate lips and apologize a hundred times over.

Mingi would never be told the amount of days during which she had been woken up by anxiety induced nightmares believing that his mental struggles were her own fault, nor would anyone dare to mention the psychological diagnosis sitting on her desk where 'major depressive episode' was permanently engraved in ink.

At first the rapper's phone would light up with messages from the maknae every few days about the smallest things, though the fear of saying something stupidly hurtful stopped him from ever replying. In the midst of the hiatus' timeline however her name no longer appeared at the top of his screen in the morning and neither were aware of how often the other's finger hovered over their contact.

A/N: Please note that this in no way depicts the real reasons behind Mingi's hiatus (or his personality) nor is it the song's true meaning! It is simply a work of fiction and should be read as such. Thank you! ♡

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc #HimariStory♡ #ateez angst

[gunilslaugh]

Hii! Could I request a more specific fic where Gunil x Reader go through first experiences together? (First time holding hands, first kiss, first relationship, first trip, and their child’s first birthday?) I’m super sorry if it’s too much 😅 I’m just a big fan of your Gunil x reader works!

💫💙

No need to be sorry this wasn't too much! Thank you for being a fan of my Gunil X Reader works! I hope you enjoy :)

Koo Gunil

Summary: Experiencing your relationship firsts with Gunil. (idol/non-idol au)

WC:~1.8k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

First Time Holding Hands

The first time you and Gunil held hands happened before you two were dating. You were hanging out with Gunil as he was trying to learn some drumstick tricks. It was going pretty well. Of course there were plenty of fails, fumbles, dropped drumsticks. Whenever Gunil succeeded in performing a trick he would look at you with a slightly smug look. Sometimes accompanied by a flirty wink or a “I looked really cool just now didn’t I?”. That was until Gunil managed to throw a drumstick into his eye. 

“Are you ok?” you asked, quickly rushing over to his side.

“Yeah, no I’m good. Don’t worry.” He tried to reassure you, but with the way he kept his hand pressed over his injured eye it made you worry. 

“Let me see,” you say. You place your hand over the one that he was holding over his eye and pull it away. However even after it was away from his eye you still kept it in your hold. “Open your eye,” you tell him. Gunil slowly opens his injured eye. He has to fight off at blush upon seeing how close you are to him. That blush becomes even harder to fight off once he realizes that your hand is still holding his. You inspect his eye for any obvious signs of injury. You bring your other hand up to gently touch the skin around his eye.

“How’s it look doc?” Gunil asked playfully.

“The skin around your eye looks a little red, but that’s it. I think you’ll be able to keep your eye,” you gave your diagnosis. 

“That’s a relief,” Gunil said. 

“Maybe you should ice it?” You brought up getting ready to move away from Gunil. Even if ice was a good idea Gunil didn’t want to let go of your hand, so he pulled you closer by your hand. Now making you realize that you never let his hand go. 

“It’s ok. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not swollen, so it should be fine,” he told you. 

“Ok, but I think you should stop with the drumsticks for the day.” Gunil would much rather hold your hand than play with drumsticks anyway. 

“Aye aye Doc.” He laced your fingers with his.

First Relationship

You were shocked when you found out that Gunil had never been in a relationship before. You found out when you off-handedly made a joke. 

“You must’ve done with your past significant others,” you joked. Gunil was standing behind you as you sat on the tiny drum stool. His hands encased yours as he taught you how to play the drums.

“Impossible, you’re the first person I’ve been in a relationship with,” he stated. 

“Really?” You turned around on the stool to face him. 

“Is it that surprising?” he questioned finding your shocked face amusing. 

“A bit,” you admitted. “But this is my first relationship too,” you informed. Gunil smiles, taking your hands in his. 

“Good. I’ll be your first and last,” he says cheesily. 

Both of you thought with this being each of your first relationships that there would be some learning to do, but pleasantly being together was natural for you two. Being together was more about being able to experience typical romance things for the first time together. Going on dates. Whether they’re simple stay-in dates or extravagant nights out. Writing each other love letters. Spending the night together, watching sunrises and sunsets, missing one another when one of you is away. Something special about knowing that you are the first person Gunil gets experience being in love with and the same goes for him about you.

First Kiss

Gunil wanted the first kiss the two you shared to be perfect. He wanted it to be romantic and sweet. To be a moment you would look back on and smile about. He wanted it to be everything you could possibly want in a first kiss. He originally planned on kissing you at the end of a romantic date. It may have been cliché, but clichés became a thing for a reason. However at the end of the romantic date as he was dropping you off at your home he realized that maybe going for a cliché wasn’t the best idea because the moment just didn’t feel special enough. Instead he gives you a loving hug and a peck on the cheek, before sending you inside. Then he was back to square one. Gunil found himself lost in a cycle of planning, scratching, replanning, aborting, because nothing seemed to be perfect enough. The perfect moment wasn’t happening. 

Meanwhile you kept wondering why Gunil hasn’t kissed you. To you there have been plenty of opportunities. You swear you’ve even seen him start to lean in to kiss you, but then he backs out. You just want to know what he’s waiting for or what’s stopping him because if he doesn’t kiss you soon you’re going to take matters into your own hands.

Gunil and you walked hand in hand on your way back home. The moon and stars lighting up the night sky. Gunil watched you as you walked while looking up to admire the shimmering night sky. That’s when he decided to call off his perfect kiss plan. He realized that there wasn’t going to be his quote unquote perfect moment. 

“Y/n,” he called you gently. You turned your attention away from the night sky and onto Gunil. 

“Yes?” you asked. Gunil took a step closer to you. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. You smiled. Finally, you thought.

“Of course,” you say. Gunil takes another step closer to you closing the distance between both of your bodies. His hand that wasn’t holding yours slid up to cup your cheek. He gave you one last look. A chance to pull away and change your mind. When you don't, Gunil leans in, taking a moment to brush his nose against yours. Then he finished closing the distance between you two. His lips are gentle and warm as they lovingly press against yours. Even if Gunil didn’t think it was you certainly thought it was the perfect moment. 

First Trip

Gunil was a bit nervous about asking you if you wanted to go on a trip with him. You guys had been together a little over a year. He knew that you would agree to the trip, but going on a trip together seemed like a milestone in your relationship.

“Y/n I was thinking that since both of our schedules are freeing up, what if we went on a little trip together?” he suggested. 

“We totally should! That sounds so fun! Where should we go?” Your excitement makes Gunil feel silly for being nervous. 

“Where do you want to go?” he prompts with a smile clad face. 

The two of you decide to go to Chuncheon. It’s known for its beautiful scenery of lakes and rivers, not to mention having delicious food as well. You decided to spend a couple days there in order to really appreciate and see all that it has to offer. 

While you were there you did the Gangchon Rail Bike. Gunil pridefully insisted on pedaling, so that you could enjoy the view. Even if his thighs were burning at the end he didn’t even complain. Of course Gunil had to take you to see the cherry blossoms. Where his camera roll instantly became filled with you under the pink tree. His favorite one is one where you have stray leaves stuck in your hair and you’re smiling. Naturally you two had to spend a day at Nami Island to see if it was truly worth being a must visit couple spot. You can’t visit Chuncheon without visiting its lakes so that’s what you did on your last day there. Your trip there was so fun that you almost didn’t want to leave. Gunil felt the same. He felt as if your trip together was a fairytale. It solidified what Gunil already thought: He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. 

Child’s First Birthday

Gunil can’t believe that your child’s first birthday came so fast. Your child’s first birthday makes him think about his life with you. From the first time you held his hand when he hit himself in the eye with his drumstick. Your first kiss under the moonlight. Your first trip together that made him want to propose to you. Your wedding day. The day you told him that you were pregnant. How absolutely stunning you looked last night as you held your child in your arms gently swaying them back and forth, lulling them to sleep. 

“What are you thinking about?” you snuck up behind Gunil, wrapping your arms around his waist. Gunil securely places his hands over your arms.

“How I really am your first and last.” He turned his head to look at you. You think about making a comment about his cheesiness, but the coming of your child’s first birthday has made you feel a bit sentimental too, so instead you hold him tighter. 

“I’m your first and last too.” you kiss his cheek. 

When it comes to the actual celebrating of your child’s first birthday. You guys decided to have a small party with your friends and family. 

“I can’t believe you two had this little nugget a year ago,” Jooyeon says as he coos over your child who is sitting in their high chair. 

“I can’t believe I’ve been telling you to stop calling my baby a nugget for a whole year,” Gunil remarked. 

“It’s a term of endearment I don’t know why you’re so upset about it,” Jooyeon returned. Jungsu, Seungmin, Jiseok, Hyeongjun and Jooyeon all took turns wishing your child a happy birthday, each of them claiming that they will be their favorite uncle in the future. 

As the party goes on Gunil just can’t help, but feel so entirely lucky for the life he has with you. This time he is the one coming up behind you, trapping you in his embrace. You had just sung your child happy birthday and given them their cake. Smiles painted on both of your faces as you watch your child messily shove cake into their mouth with their tiny hands. Gunil peers over your shoulder as you snap pictures of your child. 

“Thank you for sharing so many firsts with me,” Gunil whispered into your ear. You put your phone away and turn to face Gunil.

“Thank you too. There is no one else I’d share my firsts with.” You lean your head against his shoulder. Your baby then babbles happily almost as if it heard and understood yours and Gunil’s heartfelt exchange.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #gunil x reader #goo gunil #koo gunil #gunil #gunil fluff #xdinary heroes fluff

[thomashoes]

Thinking about.... Thoma

i have had this idea for like two three months already and was not confident it would look great written down. but with motivations from my dear bestie, i thought why the hell not and decided to do it.

P.S

this actually took me three days to make--

thoma x reader

female reader

fluff, mentions of long distance relationship, sexual content and alcohol, very very mild cursing (like once)

Little backstory:

y/n is diluc's sister and she's in charge of dawn winery's innovative and international marketing. and basically she went to inazuma to conduct a research for the winery's novelty. thoma was her childhood friend before he left for inazuma. they reunited during her stay in inazuma and due to the vision hunt decree, a target has been placed on her back leading her to hide in the Kamisato Estate. after the decree was lifted she stayed for a while before heading back to mondstadt to help with the preparation of the weinlesfest festival uwu.

"Are you sure you got everything with you? Why don't we check your stuff again," Thoma fussed as he walked over to Y/N's bags to assess its contents in the guest room she has resided in for the past few months. Y/N rolled her eyes and followed him, "You don't need to worry about it, Mom. I quadruple checked them last night, so I'm pretty sure I have everything."

Thoma glanced at her before he dropped his shoulder in defeat, "I-I'm sorry. Maybe I'm anxious about you already leaving just when I finally got to see you again and... Ah, please ignore what I was trying to say." he fretfully confessed. Y/N exhaled and felt her heart drum against her chest, it did pain her to leave but she still had duties as Dawn Winery's marketing manager. She reached out to grab the back of Thoma's shirt, "Hey... I know this is hard for you, it is to me also. But I promise to you that I will come and visit once a month and stay for at least a week. We can make this work, please trust me. Trust us, Thoma."

The blond turned to face her and saw that she looked ready to cry so he extended his arms and embraced her. "I do trust us, Y/N. I'm just...going to miss you a lot," he whispered against the crown of her head. Y/N looked up at his green orbs before her eyes darted down to his lips and Thoma saw this and took it as a hint to lean in for a kiss. The kiss lasted for as long as they could breathe and when they parted, Y/N whimpered as tears fell down her face.

"I don't want to go," she cried as she held onto him tighter. "But I'm an adult who is in charge of a company for booze so I have to go help my brother." Y/N pitifully whined against his chest.

Thoma laughed at her as his own tears started to roll down, "That's right, you are, as you always put it, a strong independent woman. And now you have another responsibility to return to."

With those words uttered by Thoma, Y/N cried a little bit harder and said the something along the lines of 'I hate being an adult'.

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

On the morning of her trip back to Mondstadt, Thoma held her hand the entire time waiting for her ship to be ready to go. He rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand as he watched the sun rise.

"You know, with the amount of times we watched both sunrise and sunsets together, this is probably the worst one yet," Y/N grumbled to him. Thoma simply hummed as an answer as he watched Captain Beidou approach them.

"Good morning, love birds! The ship is ready to go in a bit so you two better say your goodbyes now," Beidou greeted the two of the then her red eyes caught the marks on Y/N's neck and gave Thoma a mischievous look. "But it looks like you already did one hell of a farewell last night."

Y/N's face turned as red as her face as she sputtered excuses as to what the marks were while Thoma awkwardly laughed. Beidou let out a loud laugh and waved a hand so Y/N would stop, "I'm just messing with you. What you should be worried about is your brothers' reaction when they see those."

The lovers froze as they realized that the captain was right. Y/N looked at Thoma while holding back laughter, "Well, it was fun while it lasted, Thoma." she teased him bringing Thoma out his thoughts. He sighed and pinched her side which caused her yelp, "Please don't joke about that, Y/N."

A pout formed on her face as she looked back at Beidou, "He can be such a huge meanie sometimes but that's exactly my type." Y/N bantered to Beidou in which the captain shook her head in amusement and Thoma cleared his throat. Just as Y/N was about to add more, a crewmate ඞ approached Beidou and announced every thing was ready for the trip back to Liyue.

"Could you please give us a minute, Captain Beidou?" Thoma requested solemnly as his grip on Y/N's hand tightened. Beidou nodded in understanding before she left them for their final adieu.

As soon as Beidou was gone, Y/N swiftly moved to hug Thoma tightly while attempting to sway the both of them sideways. Her lover laughed at her actions before he hugged back and kissed her head, "Write to me as soon as you get there safely, okay, darling?" he whispered to her. Y/N, once again, had tears slowly gather in her eyes then bobbed her head as she could not find the strength to speak without her voice cracking.

Y/N felt Thoma's hands move from her waist to her face, his gloved hands cradled her as he gazed into her eyes lovingly, "Can I please get a verbal response from my sweetheart?" he goaded as a smirk formed on his lips. Y/N rolled her, now dry, eyes while she blushed a pale shade of red, "Way to ruin the mood but yes, I promise to send a letter to my dear lover even if I have to use my brother's eagle if I have to."

Smug from her answer, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, "Good girl."

This man was testing her patience. With a growl, she gripped his face and gave a hard kiss on his lips before she turned around and left without glancing back at him. She heard Thoma's joyful laugh that filled her heart with happiness as she boarded up to The Crux.

She watched as Thoma's figure began to get smaller as the ship moved away from Ritou. With a final wave of her arm, Y/N moved to sit on the ship's deck, heart weighing like a thousands of bricks.

Unaware of the footsteps that advanced towards her, she curled up into a ball and mumbled out her objectives once she steps foot on to Liyue Harbor. "You might want to get rid of those marks to save your brothers from getting a heart attack," a gentle voice interrupted her. Y/N moved her focus to the person who was standing in front of her and squinted her eyes from the brightness of the sun.

"Oh, hey, Kazuha. Still traveling with Beidou?" she asked the young man. Kazuha smiled at her before proceeded to offer his hand to help her stand up. Y/N thanked him and accepted it and was immediately lifted onto her feet. "Well, the life of traveling has become my life after years and staying in one place didn't feel right for me," Kazuha explained to her as he watched her pat the dust off her pants. "And must I repeat what I said about those markings on your neck?"

A snort left her mouth as she placed her hands on her hips, "I heard you the first time, no need. Also, Kaeya would applaud me like the supportive brother he is. Diluc, on the other hand, would be the one having a heart attack." Y/N clarified. "Also, yes I do need to get rid of these. I just don't know how." she added sheepishly. Kazuha chuckled and nodded his head, "Yes, of course. Do forgive me for assuming wrong." Kazuha gestured to the ship's accommodation, "If you could follow me, I can help with getting rid of those for you."

"Oh my Archons, please. I can handle my brothers well but definitely not Adelinde's persistence." Y/N groaned and moved to follow Kazuha.

"Oh um, why do you know how to get rid of hick--"

"Don't worry about it." :)

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

A week has passed since Y/N left Inazuma to help with the preparations for Mondstadt's Weinlesefest Festival and she had finally successfully created a new drink exclusive for the event namely the Fruits of the Festival.

Y/N then found herself seated on Dawn Winery's dinner table alongside her two brothers, Diluc and Kaeya, The Traveler and Paimon. It was an extremely rare moment (read: never) to have both her brothers sit on the dinner table and enjoy a meal without them attempting to go at each other. The Traveler and Paimon shared their adventures in Liyue and Inazuma then explained to the two men how they knew their sister.

"Oh, that's right! Before we left Inazuma, Y/N mentioned something about wanting to reconnect an old bridge with an old friend. How did it go with Thoma, Y/N?" Paimon innocently queried.

The sister's attempt in getting a small spoonful of her Moon Pie failed miserably as her fingers slipped and her utensil flew off her hand and onto the floor. Her brothers directed their attention back to her, one with an accusatory look and the other with interest.

"Thoma as in the boy who gave you a flower crown when you were 5? He's alive?" Diluc grumbled as he leaned in onto the table, his red eyes staring into his sister's soul. A chuckle sounded from her left, "Well, Diluc, do you know any other boys our dear sister has ever been with?" Kaeya poked fun at their eldest, placing his head on the palm of his hand. "There are more boys?" Diluc deadpanned.

Y/N buried her face into her hands in embarrassment and silently cursed at Paimon and her blabbing, "Yes, Diluc, the same boy who gave me the cecilia flower crown and Kaeya please don't make this worse."

Adelinde neared her side of the table and quietly placed a new spoon for her to use as she tenderly rubbed her back as if to noiselessly encourage her. She whispered her thanks and leaned back on her chair and looked at Diluc, "I will try my best to give a brief 'summary' of what exactly happened to me in Inazuma and spare you the...intimate parts."

"Oh? You have been intimate with him then."

"I would appreciate it if you do not open your mouth for the rest of the night, Kaeya, if you don't want to take Thoma's place from being throttled."

After a not-so-long explanation of Y/N's Inazuma exploitation which was mostly interrupted by Diluc's unnecessary comments and Kaeya's teasing remarks which made Y/N blush hard.

Diluc eyed his sister with squinted eyes as he tried to process the information she gave him. After a minute, he eventually gave in and slowly stood up from the table, "So long as he protected you and is trusted by the traveler, I will trust him as well. However, before I give my final verdict, I would like to meet him."

And with that said, he trudged away the table and up to his office. The table was silent after Diluc left but quickly recovered as Y/N let out a loud groan. "Oh my Archons, that was more difficult than confessing my feelings." she whined as she grabbed the bottle of wine and poured more into her glass. "At least you managed to tell him without those lovey-dovey details you gave me," Kaeya mused as he took a sip of his wine.

Paimon nods her head in agreement, "You got that right! It was almost sickening to witness the so-called confession when all they did was kis-"

"PAIMON, ZIP IT BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO A STICKY HONEY ROAST!"

Kaeya laughed at his sister going at it with the traveler's flying companion. His shoulders weighed less now that he sees his sister safe and happy, "I will be rooting for you and Thoma, dear sister. Wouldn't want to see you at Cape Oath once again slaughtering the poor slimes."

Y/N seized her body and her fingers hastily found each other and began to fidget, "...Well, if Thoma isn't the man who can make me feel this way, I wouldn't miss him so much that it almost hurts. Almost-- DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, PAIMON!"

"If that's the case, should we expect a little niece or nephew any time soon?"

"Kaeya for the last time--"

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

The Windcoming Day has finally arrived and the people of Mondstadt gathered around Springvale for the toasting ceremony, their spirits filled with radiance and elation. However, Y/N was not feeling the same spirits as them as she walked towards the Statue of the Seven at Windrise. Y/N bowed her head and held her hands together, her silent prayer to the Anemo Archon flowed along the wind.

"I knew I felt a familiar presence nearby!" a friendly voice chirped from behind her. She sighed and turned around and saw the green-clad bard gently smiling at her, "Why did I think you wouldn't hear me?" she rhetorically asked under her breath.

Venti placed a hand to his chest in feign hurt, "What kind of God would I be if I would not be able to hear my children's prayers? Of course I'd hear you! I normally just don't show up in person." he playfully answered her. "So what ails my dear child's heart and who is this lad that managed to pull on your strings with such vigor."

Y/N exhaled and hugged herself before she responded, "It's not that important, really. I just...miss him much more than I thought. I have never really felt like this before with my past, uh, partners." she woefully mumbled before she shook her head. "Ugh, why am I even telling you this when you should be worrying about your so-called appearance later as Barbatos."

The Anemo Archon walked up to her and stood next to her, his green eyes wandered up the statue, "You know, I'm actually surprised you came here and prayed to me. I haven't heard you pray in years, made me believe you lost your faith in me."

"If I were to be honest with you, I did lose my faith after two very important people in my life within a week." she confessed quietly to the Archon next to her. "However, after witnessing how you worked when Dvalin was brainwashed by The Abyss Order, my faith seemed to return little by little."

She felt Venti stand a bit straighter as his ego rise, she rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. "My faith in Barbatos returned, but my faith in Venti? Yeah, I'm not so sure about that." she teased him.

"Your words wound me sometimes, Lady Y/N! Never mind that, I would like to hear more of your troubles before we set off to Springvale for the toasting ceremony." Venti offered, a smile on his face emerged as he saw Y/N facial features softened at the thought of her beloved.

<<~~~~~~~~~~>>

"Do my eyes deceive me or is that Miss Lisa I see?" Y/N expressed playfully. Lisa giggled at her, "Oh my, hello there Miss Y/N. Fancy seeing you at a festival for once. Is it safe to assume that you don't have any work to do?" Lisa poked fun at her, her signature smirk formed on her lips. Y/N waved a hand at her, "Please, I still have to go and check Angel's Share's stall in a bit to make sure every thing is going smoothly. Are you here for Razor? I spoke with the traveler about them helping the poor boy recreate the wine his late parents made."

Lisa sighed as her eyes softened a bit, "Yes, I actually came here since I was still concerned but I spoke with my little wolf cub and reassured me that the wine-making went smoothly." she disclosed to Y/N. She nodded her head, feeling relieved to hear that it went well.

The two continued to chat until the Acting Grand Master stood up on the small stage set up to greet everyone and announce Venti's performance.

As Venti performed, his soothing voice drifted along the wind as too his lyre's tune. The audience was silent and watched him beautifully presented his composition.

When he finished, the crowd applauded him as they preached, "To the Anemo Archon!"

Y/N robotically excused herself from Lisa and silently moved to their stall. She would've approached the traveler's group, but she felt ill and anxious at the joyous event being held as she never really was one for such affair.

She busied herself at the back of the stall, checking the amount of barrels they had in stock as she was feeling restless. When she was about to clean the countertop when she felt the wind pick up, the stall's bell chimed along. She moved her hands to tie up her hair when she heard a whisper that came along the wind.

"Ease thy heart filled with woe; for the wind has brought home your beau."

Y/N froze and her heart sped up its pace, "What do you mean by that?" she whispered, half expecting Venti would respond, as she finished up tying her hair. She continued to clean the countertop in an attempt to stop thinking about what the wind whispered while she inaudibly cursed at Venti for sending the wind instead of himself, footsteps approached the stall.

She mentally prepared herself to interact with the customer and mustered up her best customer service voice, "Welcome to Angel's Share! What would you like to- Holy shit!"

Immediately she slapped her hands to her mouth, ignoring the stinging pain on both her hands and face as her eyes felt hot as she stared at the person in shock.

Thoma gave her his best smile and waved, "Hi, I would like to have your special Fruits of the Festival please. Oh and if it's allowed, I would love it if I could speak with the barkeeper." he requested gleefully.

"What are you doing here?" was the smartest sentence she gave to him. Thoma chuckled and pulled out a sheet of paper, "My Lord actually bought me ticket behind my back and said something along the lines of 'take this long overdue vacation back to Mondstadt and enjoy your time their at the festival' before he practically kicked me out hahaha."

Without any thought, she quickly moved out of the stall and wrapped her arms around him, "What the hell, remind me to punch Ayato in the face next time." Y/N mumbled as tears managed to escape her eyes. Thoma hugged her back tighter and swayed them side to side.

They pulled back and Y/N immediately grabbed his face and kissed him to which he reciprocated. The people whistled and cheered at the couple while The Traveler and Paimon covered Klee's eyes.

"You're here," she whispered against his lips as soon as they pulled apart, her thumbs rubbed the apples of his cheeks. "How long would you be staying here?" she asked.

Thoma mirrored her motions and smiled at her, "I'll be here for a really long time, darling."

Y/N's breath hitched as she looked up to her lover's eyes, "What do you mean by that?" she asked him. Thoma held her hands and leaned into her touch, "My Lord not only bought me the tickets for a month's of vacation but also offered a proposal that within the month I can choose to either stay here for good or I can return home to Inazuma. I had enough time to think about it on the way here and I chose that my home is where you are." he explained to her.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Thoma chose to stay with her in Mondstadt when he has told her countless times that he felt at home in Inazuma despite being homesick. "Wait are you sure you don't need more time to think about this? Where will you stay? Does your mom know you're back? Oh my Archons, I haven't visited your mom yet either-"

"Darling," Thoma interrupted her rambles. "Like I said, I had enough time to think about this. I will be staying with my mother before getting my own place to stay, so you don't need to worry about that."

Y/N bit her lip as she contemplated the situation. She has dreamed about this moment and now that it's happening, she began feeling unsure. She shook her head to get rid of the negative thoughts and smiled up at him, "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to come to Mondstadt with me."

Thoma laughed and kissed the palm of her hand, "I'm pretty sure you have been asking me for months back in Inazuma." Y/N moved her hand to fiddle with the collar of his jacket and smirked, "So I really got you now, huh." she teased as she leaned in for another kiss.

"You really do got me, Mi'lady. I'm all yours."

"That's really cute you're using that tone on me right now but I think you have to meet my brothers first before we do anything here."

"O-Oh, right."

*scrambles off the messy heap of pillows* IM FINALLY DONE

this was so hard to make bc i wanted this to be written perfectly but i still feel like its missing smth and its a bit rushed (also maybe bc every time i write them being lovely i get jealous :>) anyways, hope y'all enjoyed this one!

#genshin impact thoma #genshin thoma #thoma x reader #female reader #reader is diluc and kaeya's sister #daily brainrot #jealous of my own oc #my bb boi deserves the world that's why this took too long #needed validation before posting this lol #hahahaha pt 2 will be angsty

[tolerateit]

TW: I keep hearing people in their twenties complain because they're "old". I keep telling them that's a good thing. You wanna have as many years as you can. Who cares if your body changes and becomes frail. You're still alive, having experiences and being surrounded by people you love, and who love you.

I never wanna tell them when I developed this thought process. Going from a teen that just wanted everything to end, to seeing someone I was close with pass away too young, it made me realize life is the best and only thing we got. It's whatever we make it, and even getting to 80-90 years old, it no longer feels like it's gonna be enough time. There's so many experiences to have, so many things to make, so much stuff to see, so many people to love! Sure, you get literal and metaphorical scars along the way, but you still get to experience sunrises and sunsets. Still get to have your favorite little drink. Still get to read a book that will change your life. Still got blorbos to obsess with. Animals to cuddle with. Pretty things to collect. Music to listen to. And most importantly - to me right now - see the people you love achieve the things they're striving for, change and grow, be happy for them and love them for it.

I had to share this on anon with someone, it's been weighing on me for months, and I hope it has what you (whoever's reading this) need. Have as many years as possible. It's the best thing we get.

<3

this is quite literally one of the nicest things I've read this week and i really appreciate you sending this 🥺💖

#you ask for the tab*

[bellarkeselection]

Her Spirit Lives On pt1

Part 2

Request from @yes-bitchxxxmarvel-stuff Rip falls in love with the reader who moved to Montana a few months ago. She learned she was pregnant which turns her paradise into a nightmare when she runs off. Okay thank you for sending one of the longest requests I have ever gotten. I decided to turn it into the multiple part series

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I got dressed in cowgirl boots and a flannel walking out to my neighbors fence line once I drove there from my house. I had decided to move from the fast city life to be out here in the valley of Montana. Leaning up against the fence with my arms crossed over each other I just watched the sunrise in awe. "Excuse me ma'am. But this is private property. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave unless you're here to meet the boss." Glancing over my shoulder my hair blows in the wind seeing a man ride up on a brown horse. The man has dark brown hair and a good beard. Wearing a dark brown cowboy hat on his head. "I'm sorry sir. I just like watching the sunset out here. I don't touch anything I swear. It's just for the beautiful views." I paused walking forward sticking my hand to him once he dismounted the horse. "I'm Y/n. By the way. If you don't mind me asking who's the owner of this ranch?" He shakes my hand tipping his hat up a little. "I'm Rip Wheeler. John Dutton owns it." The two of us didn't realize at the time but our lives would forever change.

A few months later

Rolling over onto my side I immediately get up rushing to the bathroom throwing up in the toilet. Lifting my head up I slide down the wall rummaging around in the cabinet I found a pregnancy test I had bought a few weeks ago. Rip and I have been staying in the same cabin together after John allowed me to live on the ranch. Somehow we managed to fall in love even when he's a hard headed guy wanting to fight sometimes. I still fell in love with the soft side of him. Foosteps came inside where I heard Beth knocking on the bedroom door. "Y/n, are you okay?" She entered the room finding me on the floor dropping to her knees. Her and I had become close even though she had a crush on her father's most loyal ranch hand. Lifting my head up from my knees I just stared at the positive pregnancy test in my lap. My heart beats faster at all the ways this is bad. That he wouldn't want the baby and would throw me out instantly. He told me that he didn't like dogs, kids is probably on his list too.

"Beth, I'm so in trouble now. Rip's gonna hate me for making him be a father. I mean he - he hates dogs so I doubt he'll want - kids!" I started sobbing where she pulled me into a tight hug. Clutching her shirt I just cried for hours until she got a call from her office about something going wrong. She walked me out to the horse barn helping me on with a weak smile. "Go find him tell him what's going on." Nodding my head I just round off out into the fields finding him and the bunkhouse boys moving the cattle. Riding down the hill I call out his name but he spun around on his feet clearly furious with the boys work ethic at the moment. "What the hell do you want Y/n. I'm busy at the moment and don't have time for a morning ride!" Dismounting my horse I take the reins gently pulling it forward with me. Rip's never scared me but I am not usually around in the heated moments like this one. I get the end of the work day frustrating him. "Rip, I need to tell you - something please-" He cuts me off removing his hat in frustration throwing his hands at his side.

"Hang on Y/n." He held up his hand throwing his arms out seeing the boys still having trouble. "Come on boys. This isn't your first day. Stop acting like idiots. Ugh they are acting like kids. I'm glad I'll never have to deal with that!" He mumbled the last part under his breath where I croaked out. "So I'm on my own with this child then!" Rip whipped his head around to me anger in his brown eyes. "I can't stand kids!" I rest my hands on my stomach climbing on my horse not letting him say another word to me. Kicking the belly of my horse I don't really know where I was going but it was as far as I could from Rip. My horse sniffed around going to a stop until he suddenly made a noise throwing me off his back. I collapse to the ground feeling my elbow pop harshly and my gaze locked onto a snake that ran away from me. I try getting up but I get yanked down seeing a large stick laying on my left leg trapping me down in the middle of the fields. Pulling my phone out the screen is busted where I can't call anyone.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#rip wheeler x reader #rip wheeler #rip wheeler x pregnant reader #yellowstone #yellowstone tv #john dutton #kayce dutton #cole hauser #kevin costner #luke grimes #yellowstone series #requests open #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

[pedrito-friskito]

safe and sound - javier peña x fem!reader

summary: after a long day on the ranch, javi just needs to feel you.

warnings: smut, fluff, javi being a softie, bathtime fun, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit folks)

a/n: this falls into the same universe as my other javi peña oneshot - hiding my heart! I’ll have a masterlist up shortly 💕 (also I know it’s canon that his mother is dead but I decided for this series she isn’t so)

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Javi’s still getting used to your presence around the ranch. He still does a double-take when he finds a stack of your books on the coffee table where his mother’s knitting once lay. He’s still surprised when he opens a bathroom cupboard to find your perfume and eyelash curler sitting on the shelf that used to house his father’s aftershave. He nearly stops in his tracks when he goes looking for a t-shirt and finds your silky underthings tucked in the drawer.

It’s not even only your things around the ranch that throw him through a loop. His own truck looks out of place on the driveway. The keys hanging from hooks beside the door are not the worn lanyards that belonged to his parents. The pictures on the walls haven’t been replaced, but new ones have been added, new faces peering back at him. And he’s just not used to it all. Not yet.

He’s getting used to it, that much he knows. Having you around is the best thing that’s happened to him since he came from from Colombia. It makes him feel safe like nothing else has for a long time.

And at night? That’s when he feels it hit the hardest. That safety. That coming home. That belonging.

Running the ranch has been much more work than he ever bargained for, no matter how hard his father had drilled into him that it’s not easy work, Javi. You need to be tough, and you need to be strong.

And he has been. He’s tried his hardest to be. His hands are calloused beyond belief, his scalp caked in dirt at the end of every day, and his joints ache like he’s never felt before.

The animals are fussy some days. He spends a full week hunting down roaming sheep and corralling them back into their home. There’s a tire on the tractor that refuses to stay patched. He has to make three trips to the supply store to find the right feed for the horses because they’re apparently picky eaters and Javi didn’t even know a horse could be a picky eater.

It comes with it’s bright sides, though. The sunrises and sunsets that greet him each morning and bid him farewell every evening are beyond beautiful, rivalling even the prettiest nights he spent in Colombia.

One of the horses, who he’s affectionately renamed Steve, has taken to him, nickering happily whenever Javi walks into the barn. He’s especially happy if there’s an apple or a carrot waiting for him in the pocket of Javi’s coat. Simple thing. They spend most days together, riding through the land and making the rounds.

It’s a hell of a workout, never mind. His mother has stopped telling him he looks too skinny when he visits the home on Sundays. When he’d first returned, he was worried she was going to have a heart attack, crowing over him and begging him to eat more helpings at dinner. Now, he eats like a horse, clearing away plate after plate of whatever you’re serving. He’s gained muscle he didn’t know he was capable of having, the lines of his body growing thicker and leaner, that skinny DEA agent that combed through Colombia and lived off cigarettes and whiskey replaced with a certified cowboy.

It’s jarring, when he realizes. To see how much has changed — how much he’s changed — how much of his old life has moved aside to give way to this new one he’s building with you. He reaches for work gloves and a bridle instead of his badge and a gun. He pulls on boots and his father’s old work coat instead of tight jeans and a button-up.

(He keeps the button-ups, though. You’re not shy on telling him how much you like them, and he needs something for the nights he takes you out into town.)

Another one of the perks of the ranch? The way he gets to come home to you every night, and there’s only a short ride between the farmland and you. He’ll find you dancing around the kitchen or just coming in the door from your own day at work, hanging your keys by the door and stepping right out of your shoes and into his arms. On the weekends, he’ll only work half the day, maybe, rising earlier than you to get his chores done before returning to the house and slipping into the shower, where you join him more often than not.

In the week, you always ask him about his day, and he returns the question in kind. You chat for a while as you eat, the conversation usually carrying you past dinner and out onto the back porch, where you’ll lounge on the swing, your head tucked under his chin and Javi moving his hand up and down your arm, head tilted on yours, listening to the crickets and watching the stars up above.

On the weekends, when you find him hunched over his father’s desk, head bent over the books and accounts, it’s almost always the same. You know. You can read him like an open book, knowing exactly what he needs and when he needs it.

You’ll rest your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging in expertly, seeking out the knots that have formed in his muscles, kneading your thumbs into the base of his neck in a way that makes him close his eyes, a pleased growl working its way up his throat.

“You’ve been working too hard, cariño,” you whisper, leaning down so your mouth is right next to his ear, dropping your jaw so you can graze your teeth right over his lobe. It sends a chill shooting down his spine, one that turns to a shock of heat straight to his groin when you drag your lips down his neck. “Come take a bath with me.”

Javi’s never been one for baths. If he thinks hard, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken one since he was a kid. Bathing has always been about getting clean, not relaxing.

But you know how to do baths right. With your scented oils that make him realize why you always smell so damn good, and your lit candles around the tub’s edge. There’s not always bubbles, and Javi’s loathe to admit that he loves them. There’s just something about watching the foam slither down your body, that quiet noise of bubbles popping, the way it coats his hands as they roam your form.

Tonight, he’s feeling needy. He just wants to be close to you, and he’s been cursing the fact that it’s only Tuesday all day, that he can’t head back early and find you still laying in bed or sprawled on the couch with a book in your hand.

It was an easy day on the ranch, but the moment you’d walked in the door (after him, a rare occurrence), he’d been on you, wrapping his arms around your waist and following you around the house, taking your keys and your purse and putting them in their rightful places. You’d giggled and laughed and covered his hands with yours, twining your knuckles together. “Someone’s in a mood,” you’d chided, your tone half-teasing.

Javi had pushed his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume, potent as anything even after a full day, and nipped at your jaw. “Been missing you all day, querida,” he whispered, “couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Clearly,” you said, squeezing his hands before manoeuvring yourself around in his grip, turning so you were facing him, leaning in to kiss him softly. “How’s your shoulder?”

He’d grumbled about his sore muscles as he walked out the door that morning, rubbing his left arm with a grimace that had your eyes trailing after him. He was glad for the easy day of work, because it hadn’t bothered him much, but…

“So sore, baby,” he murmured against your lips, pulling you impossibly closer. “Think I need a nice long soak.”

And you’d been more than happy to oblige.

Later that night, after you’d eaten, lavender-scented steam fills the bathroom, the water as high as it’ll go, and the two of you, naked as the days you were born, wrapped in each other beneath the bubbles.

You’d started behind him, his back resting against your chest and your arms wrapped around his neck. Your palms kneaded at his pecs, nose trailing along his neck as you dropped water across his skin, reaching up to wet the grown-out curls at the base of his neck. He’d revelled at your touch, at that feeling of safe, safe, safe, that seemed to spread from your fingertips and sink into the very marrow of his bones.

But, as it has from the moment he’d met you, from the first time he felt your lips on his, that deeper part of him, that unbridled attraction that he’s never felt for another person, comes to life.

He’s managed to flip you, sliding his body under yours until you’re sitting astride him. The water sloshes around the two of you, soaking the bath mat and your piles of discarded clothes, but neither of you really notice or care. He’s got one arm tight around you, holding your hips pinned to his, your wet body against him.

Slowly, carefully, he trails his hand up your front. The bubbles slide down his arm as it moves, slipping from his skin to yours, dripping off the curve of your breast and straight down your stomach. Javi just watches, silently, his head tilted to the side, brow so hard you reach a damp hand from his shoulder to his forehead, your thumb soothing the line between his eyebrows.

“So serious, cariño,” you whisper, the pad of your thumb swiping upwards over and over. “You’d think you’d look happier with a naked woman in your lap.”

He cracks a smile at that, and lifts his head to nip at your wrist. “Sorry, baby,” he whispers, adjusting you in his arms, one hand plunging beneath the water and curving around your thigh. “Too busy thinking about all the things I want to do to this beautiful naked woman in my lap.”

Javier swipes his thumb across your inner thigh, the water making the touch slicker. You move your hips forward, chasing his hand, but he pulls back, moving his grip toward your knee. He uses it to haul you closer, the distance between you vanishing, and your legs inch wider, thighs pressed to either side of the tub as he curls his wrist in, thumb now swiping along your folds. 

It makes your breath stutter. “Javi, I—” He’s not sure what you were going to say, but he stops you, thumb now pressed to your clit, drawing a tight circle as your body curls down over his. His other hand moves from chest up towards your neck, and he cups your cheek as your forehead falls against his.

“I told you, baby,” he murmurs, pushing his jaw forward so the words are spoken against your lips, “I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you. Been thinking about this all day.”

His cock is already stirring beneath the water, the keened breaths falling out of you and the way you keep whispering his name all it takes to have arousal rushing through his bloodstream. He keeps up the circles, the water easing his movements, and he feels your chest brush his, your peaked nipples dragging over his pecs as your hands settle in his hair, nails scraping his scalp.

“Thinking about what,” you whisper, and the huskiness in your voice makes Javier’s eyes roll back, “getting your hands on me or getting your fat cock in me?”

If there’s anything you do that drives Javier absolutely insane, it’s how filthy your mouth can get. He never would have guessed it, when you first started seeing each other, but now he’s thankful every time he has you that you can dish it as well as you can take it.

He adjusts his grip, feeling his cock harden, holding your hips between his hands and gliding you across his length. Water isn’t the best lubricant, but you’re a different kind of wet, and the glide makes his head tip back in your hands, mouth finding yours as you gasp out in pleasure.

“Always so ready for me, querida,” he murmurs, one hand slipping from your hip to your ass, delivering a quick slap that splashes water up your back. “Can I fuck you right here, baby? Please?”

He doesn’t have to keep guiding you any longer, your hips moving on their own, dragging your folds along him. You angle yourself just right, catching the tip of him at your entrance and sinking down in one fell swoop. The warmth of you makes him groan, the way your body stretches to accommodate every inch of him. Your nails dig into his scalp in the most pleasurable way, and Javier is the one gasping now, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as your hips settle on his.

“I’m the one on top,” you say, tilting your head to the side and dragging your mouth along his jaw. “Guess that means I get to fuck you.”

Any other day, and he’d let you. Any other time, and he’d let you ride him into oblivion, until every drop of water in the bath was on the floor, until you were both a spent mess against the tile. But not today. No, today he needs to fuck you.

You squeal in surprise as he curls both hands under your ass, slides his feet beneath him, and stands in the tub. Your limbs go frantic, hands scrabbling at his back and legs locking around his waist. It’s perfect, and he’s still buried inside you, the movement making him sink deeper, making your squeal end on a moan when his cock drags along that rough patch he’s become so well-acquainted with.

Javi drags his feet across the bathmat, making sure he won’t slip and drop you as he carries you out of the bathroom. Somewhere between the bathroom and bedroom, his cock slides out, making you whine, but the moment he’s over the threshold of the bedroom door, he’s pushing you against the wall, keeping you pinned with one arm and reaching between you to slip back into your drenched heat once more.

You clamp your jaw shut as he does it, a muffled moan caught behind your lips, and he starts to move, hips rolling into yours. He holds you with both hands now, fingers spread wide over each cheek, making you bounce on his cock as he thrusts up into you. Your mouth drops open again after a few more slides of his cock against that spot, your eyes fluttering shut as he keeps you pinned against the wall.

He can’t stop himself from looking down between your bodies, watching himself disappear inside you, his cock glistening with your slick. Your hands are in his hair again, pulling at the strands, tugging just like you know he likes it. “Javi, baby,” you groan out, head tipping back against the wall as he starts to fuck you harder, faster, eyes still glued to the place where you’re joined. “God, you fuck me so good.”

“Fucking right,” he grunts out, leaning forward until his forehead touches your chest. It obscures his vision slightly, replaced with the curve of your breasts, and he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach, his own orgasm growing closer and closer with every thrust. But he can’t cum, not yet — he needs to feel you cum around him first. “Need you to cum, querida,” he grunts.

Wordlessly, you drag one hand from his hair to plunge two fingers into your mouth, giving him more than a show of your tongue dancing between your knuckles, soaking your index and middle fingers in saliva. Javier just watches, rapt as anything, as you pull them from between your lips and slip the hand between you two, starting to rub at your clit. It makes you clench down on his cock, making his vision tinge black at the edges.

He tears you away from the wall, lowering you onto the bed a moment later, grateful for the high mattress that puts you at the perfect level for him. He slams into you over and over, still watching, eyes darting from the movement of your hand against your clit, the way you throw your head back against the duvet, the thin skin of your neck practically vibrating with your pulse when he leans down to kiss it.

Javier rises up, gripping your hips, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust of his hips against yours, and god damn it, he’s so close he can taste it. Gritting his teeth, he lowers himself again, his mouth close to your ear.

“You gonna cum for me, querida?” he croons, nipping at your earlobe. “I wanna feel that pussy squeeze me.”

That’s all it takes, apparently, because you’re seizing around him a moment later, his name tumbling from your lips on a high-pitched moan, your nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. And god, you go so tight around him that Javier can’t hold back anymore, his hips stuttering against you as his orgasm takes over, painting your insides with his spend and his face buried in your neck as it spreads through his body.

Once you’ve both had a moment to catch your breath, he pulls out of you with a wince, flopping beside you on the bed. Your lashes flutter for a few moments, and then you’re leaning over to press a soft kiss to his lips before you disappear back towards the bathroom.

Javier cleans himself up while you’re gone, pulls the sheets back on the bed and puts on a fresh pair of boxers. He’s getting into bed when you return, still stark naked, your hair now piled atop your head. He just watches as you cross to the dresser, pulling out a pair of cotton panties and stealing one of his t-shirts from his drawer.

It strikes him then, how everything just fits. You know where everything is, your things interspersed with his. Your movements are confident through the house, not tiptoed like you might disappear at any given moment. Your life is mixed with his, on this ranch you’ve decided to call home. It’s comforting, knowing that you’ve fit yourself in with him just like he has with you. It feels safe, and he hasn’t felt that for a long time.

“What are you looking at, cariño?” you ask, and the corner of Javi’s mouth quirks, both at the notion that you caught him staring, and the learned endearment falling from your lips. You circle around to your side of the bed, climbing beneath the sheets with him, and Javi gathers you into his arms, pressing his mouth to the crown of your head.

“You,” he murmurs into your hair, his body sagging with relief, the safe feeling seeping into his muscles and bones and making him feel at ease. “Always you.”

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Ahoy neighbors!! Here's how Howdy's day went (sorry I'm so late!!)

Sunrise

Eddie and I are thick as theives! He's the only person who gets up at the same time as me (other than Sally). While we scrubbed the decks, I told him about my current interest. Ghosts. I got to tell him about auras and possession and he actually sounded interested! I'm so glad that I joined this crew, my home town just didn't view things the way they should've. Wally is up early too, is he opening his necklace? Wait a second, that's an apparitious pendant! Those things are only used to seal incredibly dangerous ghosts...

This can't be good.

Noon

I can't believe our ship is possessed! On any other occasion, I'd be over the moon about this but that whole pendant thing has me worried. Especially since Barn's suddenly come down with something. I spoke to him and he says he's really dizzy and can't sleep. I asked him when he started feeling these symptoms and he said it's when he was about to tell the ghost to leave. That can't be a coincidence. I had a theory, but I decided to investigate a bit more before jumping to conclusions. After gathering some information my suspicions were proven to be correct, Barnaby was under the weather due to a failed possession. Luckily, I have just the thing for that! While we were talking, a thought crossed my mind, if the spirit was in the pendant, then their power should be stripped to the point where they can only possess objects. The fact they even attempted to latch onto a sentiment host is strange...

What could they be after? Maybe I should've asked Barnaby before I put him to sleep, he mainly babbles and barks when he's tired. Its really sweet, but I don't have time to think about that now. I've gotta get to the bottom of this.

Sunset

I've spent the entire day buried in my books and I've come up with a theory. There's not much supporting it but its the best I've got for now. What if the ghost (who I've overheard Wally is named Home) is trying to control us? Think about it, everyone on this crew listens to the captain. If Home manages to get their hands on that vessel without us realizing, they could make us do whatever they want. That might be why they possessed our ship, they'd be able to watch us and hear us no matter what. They'd learn exactly what to do to manipulate everyone on deck.

I hope I'm wrong. That'd be seriously messed up. I gotta tell Barnaby about this at some point. I have an idea though! Possession takes a lot of energy, meaning as long as Home remains the boat, they'll have to sleep. When they go to sleep, that's when we'll discuss our plan.

Wait a second, are the mates trying to start a band? God i wish I brought my fiddle with me!

Night

Home went back into their pendant! Nows my time to strike. I knocked on the door, thank the stars he's awake. I told him about my theory, he told me that if they really were stripped of their power, there would be no possibility of them hurting us. But we both know that ghosts can get stronger though different means. For Barn, its food. For Home? We aren't sure.

We have to get more information on them, I said I'd spend tonight skimming through all my books to get as much info as possible, he told me not to. He says he's been asleep all day, so he'll make up for it by doing the work for me. I hate to admit it, but I actually am really tired right now.

I have an idea, I'll sleep in here tonight, that way he can wake me up whenever he needs help/ a break. He better not let me sleep through this. If we don't figure out what Home wants, they could doom us all. Also, he's been working much too hard lately and I can tell its stressing him out.

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reward!jungkook

“she’s dead, jungkook” alina says. “why did it take her death for you to realize how much you love her? i…i can’t believe you right now”

“that’s not love, alina. that’s guilt. you never fucking loved her and i could respect that if you weren’t so fucking stupid. how callous can you be to break someone’s heart over and over willingly?? you just shamelessly admitted that you’re in love with that psycho bitch who ruined your marriage. i can’t even LOOK at you right now. how could you do this, man? how could you?”

both alina and eunwoo are in disbelief at their friend. they never knew jungkook to be like this and in alina’s mind, this ‘y/n-girl’ is to blame. she used him to the very end despite being well-aware of his wife. jungkook knew she was forbidden fruit but he took a bite anyways and became a addicted.

y/n played her part so well. even now, she’s calling jungkook’s phone, leaving voicemails, and text messages from all kinds of numbers begging for him to come back so she can use him all over again. even though eunwoo doesn’t think jungkook loved syelle, alina does. he cries like he lost the someone precious to him. he holds her wedding ring so tight like it’ll disappear at any moment or maybe it’ll bring her back. but at the end of the day, they are still jungkook’s friends no matter how bad he fucked up.

tomorrow comes rather quickly and there’s no sun in the sky. even the world mourns the loss of syelle as rain begins to fall from the sky before welcoming in an additional angel above.

eunwoo and alina head to jungkook’s place to pick him up and the tension, although thick, is sad. eunwoo refrains from speaking to jungkook but alina tries to cheer him up despite her disappointment in him. they still love their friend but after knowing the truth, it’s hard to view their kookie the same way they used to.

as they walk inside the church, all three are given an obituary with syelle’s freckled smile on the front.

sunrise june 28, 2001 — sunset august 16 2025

the service was sad. so many people cried for syelle. hoseok, her coworkers, and even her parents. even jungkook couldn’t hold it together as people stood up to speak about what syelle was like at her job and even as a friend.

“ehem” begins sung-woo. “i was contemplating coming up here because…because this, right here? this is a parent’s worst nightmare. i never thought in a million years i would be burying my child”

“from a young age syelle wanted to be a superhero and she achieved that by becoming a nurse. she told me “i’m gonna build up my résumé then go back for my doctorate’s, dad” and i said “okay” because as a father, you want to support your children’s dreams. unfortunately, she won’t get to achieve her dream because here she is….syelle didn’t die from a broken heart. she died because she loved too hard. she loved people more than she loved herself. she would do anything for the people she loved and i blame myself for that because maybe i didn’t love her enough. i don’t know…but i stand here encouraging, begging those who are struggling to love themselves, please, i beg of you, love yourself. love yourself more. respect those you love. honor those you love and if you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation then you need to leave. and i hope you learned YOUR lesson because i know syelle did. thank you”

Tears keep falling. He’s not even running out of tears. He knows this is just a start.

As he hears his father-in-law’s speech, and his broken voice, it makes Jungkook want to slap himself, he is sitting right next to eunwoo who is next to his wife, and all of the people present in the church are crying.

The heaven really gained another angel today, but jungkook lost his- The atmosphere is so somber, jungkook is so depressed because he couldn’t get any sleep last night. His heart hurts.

His head hurts.

He keeps on staring at the beautiful picture of Syelle. She was so beautiful and he failed to see it. And she was so fucking young. he ruined her without any guilt so now what is the point of him crying like a little bitch?

“I think it’s your turn..” eunwoo scoffs at Jungkook, but yes, he really wanted to give a speech in her honor, Jungkook gets up and fixes his coat- his tie is a little little messy because she always used to do it for him but- now she’s gone.

Her wedding ring is still in his pocket so he feels a little little bit closer to her.

It’s time for the eulogy. Jungkook feels the weight of peoples eyes on him. A lot of people are not aware why she died, but Hoseok and his father-in-law know the reason really well so he can feel the guilt creeping up again and again, as he feels their glares.

Jungkook sighs and sniffles.

He stands with a microphone in his hand- he’s so grateful to his parents in law that they allowed him to give a eulogy, he doesn’t deserve to, but he wants to.

“I-I… can’t believe that she’s gone..” his voice breaks, “Syelle was nothing less than an angel and I guess the heaven was so eager to have her…” oh, he knows that’s not true

“ my wife was the best wife in the world… but.. I wasn’t the greatest husband to her. Syelle deserved someone who could’ve loved her just like the way she deserved to be… as I was hearing from her coworkers and friends about her kindness. I wasn’t surprised because…” he inhales, the bile in his throat is rising.

“she was the most kindest woman I’ve ever met in my life.. and she had the most contagious gorgeous smile.. I wish I could see it for one last time but that’s impossible..” when he starts to cry the people in the church also have tears in their eyes.

“I was so blessed to call her my wife… she was a perfect woman for me, but I failed to realize that- maybe because God knew that I wasn’t the man for her… I never deserved her.” Alina cries softly, Eunwoo also has unshed tears in his eyes.

Sung-woo is emotional.. “ but God knows- my heart is so heavy right now-it has been ever since I found out about… I want to hug her for the last time..” he whimpers, crying.

“Syelle I love you and I’m so sorry I was too late to realize that… I really want to hug you for the last time.”

But he knows he will never be able to hug her again.

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Congrats! For the new prompts: 50. "I just need you right now." Pretty, please?

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Prompt 5: “I just need you right now.”

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Bucky wasn't sure why he was searching for Sam when he was at the party after the almost end of the world. He was sure most people would think he'd be looking for Steve, but Bucky's mind wandered back to Sam always.

Sam.

To a small coffee shop in Marseille where Sam sat in the seat across from Bucky, drinking a coffee black as he read a newspaper in French. The two of them... comfortable there. Despite Bucky not knowing Sam. Despite Sam having his own suspicions about whether or not Bucky was safe to be around.

Sam.

Who Bucky would find in a dimly lit bar in Cluj-Napoca once. Drinking a Crime of Passion in a velvet suit in a booth like he was drawn into an Alphonse Mucha painting. Who let Bucky order him another drink as they waxed poetic about Octavia Butler, N.K. Jemisin, and grand ideas of science fiction that seemed to be bleeding into their reality in horrific ways.

Sam.

The fella Bucky found himself talking about different sunsets on the ocean with as they watched the sunrise just outside of Birnin Zana, Bucky's goats grazing in the distance. How they felt comfortable draped on each other as they whispered about their childhoods on very different docks.

Sam.

Now sitting there alone at the edge of the party after the almost end of the world, away from the Wakandans and Asgardians and sorcerers and new alien friends that helped them win back their lives. Who looked gorgeous in the soft, warm light of the bonfire in front of him as he nursed watered down Asgardian mead Brunnhilde brought over.

Bucky realized in that instant that there was nowhere else he wanted to be but sitting right next to Sam.

Sam smiled at Bucky as he walked over, ushering Bucky to come close.

"What?" asked Bucky halfheartedly as he stood next to Sam.

"Don't be a dick. Sit with me," said Sam softly as he patted the ground next to him.

Without a thought, Bucky complied. He sat next to Sam in the grass, watching the bonfire bloom and bristle in front of them. Sam leaned onto Bucky, his arms snaking around Bucky's, his head resting on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky glanced over at Sam. Sam smiled.

"What?" asked Sam, drunk on that watered down mead.

"You could be talking to anyone at this party. You really could be with anyone here," said Bucky, because Sam could.

"I just need you right now," Sam said in a sigh, nestling close to Bucky.

Bucky was okay with that. Sam could have whatever he wanted from Bucky. And there was a slow progression, one Bucky didn't realize until Sam was in Bucky's lap.

Bucky thought about giving Sam a little more space, but this drunken Sam made little annoyed huffs whenever Bucky tried to make room between them. Bucky gave into at least Sam's need for as little space as possible between them. How could he say no to Sam?

It wasn't kissing. It wasn't groping. It wasn't heavy petting or anything sultry. But it was the both of them. Bucky somehow finding himself with his back on the ground and letting Sam just sprawl on top of him, half-sleepy and half-drunk.

It was way too personal to be something they did in broad bonfire light. Too affectionate to quite make sense as a friendly gesture, even if it wasn't sexual. Too intimate to feel like they should do this in public.

Bucky didn't care. Because this was Sam wanted. And for as long as the US government allowed him to stay near Sam before he had to figure out his pardon, he was going to give Sam whatever he wanted.

"You think they'll let you move to Delacroix if you ask them?" asked Sam, as if he was reading Bucky's mind, "There's a couch with your name on it if you do."

Bucky was pretty sure they weren't going to let him do that.

"I hope so," Bucky said, though, because he really hoped they let him at least have that.

A place that could someday feel like home.

A place near Sam.

He had a feeling a lot was going to fall apart soon. But for now, Bucky was okay with feeling the weight of Sam as Sam curled his arms around Bucky's waist and just lay there on top of Bucky.

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trc month day ten - kurofai

Fai stays with Kurogane each night they are in Nihon. If necessary, he will keep his distance and find something else to do when Kurogane needs some time alone with Tomoyo or the Empress, but he always finds his way back to Kurogane's room when the night is done. It's so understood that a second futon is brought in for him on his first night.

Kurogane thinks it's just a polite formality, so he admits that he is surprised when Fai actually sleeps there and not... Well. He won't push it. There is still much to discuss. Many wounds to heal. Old and new grief that lingers with them all. He shouldn't be caught off guard if Fai needs more time.

At least he is here at all. Kurogane can hear his breathing in the quietness of his—their—room. Steady, though not deep enough to be asleep. Fai is awake too, no doubt thinking over everything that happened that day and all of the days before it.

But he's here. He's alive and he's here. Kurogane sleeps to the sound of his breath like a whispered lullaby.

He sleeps until the dawn of their final day in his country, until a chilled breeze makes him wake with a shiver. The shoji door is open. From his futon, Kurogane can see the pale lilac sky, the first vestiges of daylight breaking over the horizon. And sitting on the wooden veranda is Fai.

Kurogane sits up and watches Fai watch the sunrise for a moment. Fai is dressed only in his sleeping yukata, somehow looking so natural on him despite how foreign it really is. His hair falls over his shoulders, free of its tie in this private moment of morning stillness. It's bent a bit funnily on one side, messy from sleep. He doesn't care to present himself to Kurogane as anything more than how he naturally looks when he first wakes and the thought comforts Kurogane. He looks so peaceful. So at home.

The thought makes something funny happen in Kurogane's chest, like his heart is growing to the point that it could break itself free at any second. There were many things Kurogane has longed for in his life. Many things he wished could have gone differently and many pursuits of strength that led him down a twisted path.

Now, in this moment that feels almost separate from the reality he has lived his entire life, he realizes that this was all he ever wanted.

Fai only notices Kurogane when he finally stands and walks over to the veranda. "Did I wake you?" Fai asks as Kurogane sits beside him. He sounds guilty but there's a smile on his face, like he's happy for the company.

"Would have woken up soon either way," Kurogane answers.

"Yes, I don't think any of us could sleep very well," Fai responds with a wistful smile. "How is your shoulder? Does the arm fit well?"

Kurogane nods. "It's fine."

Actually, it's still sore and there are some connections that feel a bit loose, but they are leaving for Clow in a few hours. Complaining about it now will do nothing but cause Fai unnecessary concern and guilt.

"I think it might be a good idea if you took it off when you slept," Fai continues. "If it's heavy, it might strain your shoulder too much. Actually, maybe it would be better to take it off any time you're resting? If it gives you any trouble, you have to—oof!"

Kurogane shuts him up with a hand atop golden hair and a good twist. "I'm fine, mage. You don't need to worry."

Fai peers up at him through messy hair, his eye now warm gold. Before, the blue of his eyes reminded Kurogane of the sky—the sky in Suwa, specifically, in the middle of summer. Now, it reminds him of autumn sunsets that cast long shadows; warm and striking. Inviting. The kind of natural beauty you can't look away from. He's not a mage anymore, Kurogane considers, but that's a habit that won't be easily broken.

Kurogane nods and smiles reassuringly. That seems to convince Fai. For now, anyway. Kurogane has a feeling his concern over the prosthetic arm will never truly go away. But for now, Fai smiles in relief and leaves the topic alone. Kurogane removes his hand from Fai's head, indulges himself by letting his fingers run through the strands. Fai either does not notice or simply chooses to ignore it as he looks back at the sky.

"It's so beautiful here," He muses quietly. "You said once that Nihon has four seasons, right? I wish I could see all of them."

"You could," Kurogane says without a moment of thought. He doesn't need to think about this. He's thought about it enough. He never looks at the sky; his eyes stay fixed on Fai, watches as the smile on Fai's face fades as he's confronted with a possibility he never could have imagined for himself before now. "If you wanted to."

Fai finally, slowly, turns his gaze back to Kurogane. He looks worried, hopeful—maybe scared of allowing himself to be hopeful of a future he never thought he would have. Neither of them knew what would happen in Clow. Should they survive the battle, they did not know what would come next.

But this—them—they knew with unbreakable certainty.

"I love you."

Fai says the words with a conviction Kurogane was not sure he possessed. His voice is sure, his gaze steady. It's Kurogane that suddenly feels knocked off balance—it's not like that was the answer he was expecting. He's happier to hear it, though. There is so much he wants to say in return and for once, he doesn't hold himself back.

"I still feel like I don't really understand anything that's going on," Kurogane tells him. Fai's brows furrow in confusion but he does not interrupt; he wants Kurogane to continue his confession. "Ever since Tomoyo sent me away, I never got a chance to catch up with all of it. All those different universes. The kids. Whatever the hell the manjuu is—"

"Kuro-sama," Fai interrupts with an amused laugh and exasperated smile. Get on with it, his expression says.

"And you," Kurogane continues without hesitation. "You confused the hell out of me. Even I confused the hell out of me. But now, I think it's all starting to make sense."

Fai tilts his head, his hair falling over one shoulder weightlessly. Kurogane reaches out and lifts a lock of golden strands gently over his fingers. And even though Fai's looks are the exact opposite of his mother's, Kurogane can't help but be reminded of her. It's her eyes he sees, the same gentleness that brings calm. The same love and caring.

So many things had happened in Kurogane's life. So many stupid choices and mistakes and stumbles. But it's now that he realizes that it was all leading up to this very moment. Everything was for this chance to sit in his home with Fai by his side. All of it happened to give him the chance to say

"I love you, mage," Kurogane tells him. "That's what confused me before. But now I get it. Everywhere. Every time. I love you in every universe."

And he dips his head to press his lips to Fai's hair in a reverent kiss.

It's interrupted when Fai throws his arms around Kurogane. Kurogane hugs Fai back instinctively, hands fitting perfectly against his narrow back. Kurogane feels soft lips press a kiss to his cheek and hears a whisper of thanks.

"Bring me back here," Fai asks him. "When everything is over. I want you to show me everything."

Kurogane smiles against silky hair and nods. "Yeah. We'll see it all."

#TsubasaChronicleMonth #kurofai #trc #kurogane #fai #no spoilers but i watched dr strange MoM and that one line? it's been living in my head rent free #iykyk