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savnofilter · 8 months

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At First | Izuki Midoriya

Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Fiancé![FEM]Reader

WARNING(S): sexual content, brat!reader, oral (f -> m), face fucking, reader low-key annoying asf, reader gets their doonies beat down, reader is a crier and squirter, mating press, reader is folded as she gets fucked, sometimes Midoriya gives mercy, sex with (barely) any clothes on, Midoriya is a big fan of eye contact, hickies, reader has brunch with bsf in the morning, established relationship.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k (14 mins).

READ MORE: masterlist + [students masterlist]

A/N: this originally was supposed to be written during panini19 so i had to come up with a new context as to why reader and midoriya were 'stuck' together. ☠️ either way i think i salvaged this pretty okay! wish i had finished this sooner lol... but anyways, thank you anon & @chxrryp0p !!

Being cooped up in your shared penthouse was starting to become unbearable.

For Midoriya, less for you.

You see, recently, Midoriya has been on break for about a month, and the country was trying to adjust to it all. At certain times, he would have to clock in for emergency missions. Still, other than that, he has been vacationing with you, his fiancé, for about a month now.

At first, it was terrific. The saying that the heart grows fonder the longer you’re away is absolutely correct. Midoriya was all over you with his overwhelming urge to smother you in affection when he finally returned from being away for so long. You two would wake up, cook together, eat, have a good time for some of the afternoon, and then spend the rest of the night,, “catching up.” You did this routinely so that neither of you had to say what to do next for the day. You just knew. Later that night, you two would reconnect like tenfold when he would be off to save a city or something.

So yes, at first, it was great. Then, your behavior started to change.

However, not in a way that he found unbearable, but in a way that annoyed him. You would make little jokes about how “smol” he was—he hadn’t heard shit like that in years—or bluntly tease him about how subby and whiny he could get during sex.

“Hey, Izuku, can you get that for me?” You ask, pointing to the pair of headphones that dropped on the floor not too long ago.

Midoriya, being the kind fiancé he is, picks it up without a second thought, oblivious to your other ulterior motives. He’s met with a mischievous look when he hands you the earbuds, his brows furrowed in confusion when you grin at him. “What’s funny…?” He questions as he watches you start to giggle to yourself.

You shake your head and wave a dismissive hand at him. “Oh, nothing….” You teasingly chide him, thanking him for the kind gesture before folding your lips in to keep yourself from continuing to make jokes about him. He narrows his eyes, not necessarily at anything but indeed in annoyance. Midoriya rolls his eyes at what you were wordlessly insinuating.

“I’m not.”

“I’m just teasing you~” You sing in his ear and grin when he turns to you with a glare. “Do you want to prove it to me?”

“Prove what?” He mumbles against your lips. He rests his phone down to properly wrap his arms around your waist now that you two are face to face. “Why do you insist I’m “pure”-”

“You are!” You laugh, “I’m just saying… with us spending so much time together now, I think I’m just now realizing how cute you are…” You trail off and give the corner of his lips a chaste kiss as a mock reassurance. You maintain eye contact with him when you pull away and get between his legs, hands resting on his knees.

Midoriya now has a clear image of you on your knees in front of him with an expression of deviance that didn’t sit right with him. A flustered blush starts to form on his face before deepening a bit as he feels a boner begin to form. Your ‘outfit’ left almost nothing to the imagination, and the visual was starting to get to him. Rolling his eyes, your fiancé decides not to entertain or indulge your persistent behavior, though. His ignorance of your obvious motives makes you pout, crossing your arms as you challenge him. Your one-sided stare off with him ultimately bugs him, your hot gaze making him stare back at you. He sighs, resting his phone down again, and crosses his arms, his body language cutting you off. “But?”

“A sub would say no~” Your grin finds its way back to your face as you watch your boyfriend’s face twist into an expression of one you’ve never seen him wear before. The lucky sensation of hitting the jackpot crawls through your body; your plan finally falling into place. It was evident that your egging on was affecting him, and today, you made sure to wear something skimpy and easy to take off, too. It was only a matter of time before you could have him right where you wanted him.

Your fiancé tries ignoring you further, not wanting to deal with your brat behavior. Maybe he is a sub. Even with all this teasing, Midoriya still holds his urge to pin you down and fuck you into oblivion. But it felt different in his circumstance; if you could be a brat, he could also be a brat. He slowly shrugs off his annoyance, a deep sigh leaving him as he returns to scrolling on his phone and quietly gives you the silent treatment. There is no mistaking the disappointment that runs through your body, and now you’re thinking of the next part of your plan: provoke him with your actions.

Your hands on his knees slowly slide up his sweatpants, covering his thighs, squeezing periodically as they slowly rise on their intended arrival. You’re looking up at him with clear intent of what you will do, but he doesn’t look back.

‘fine, two could play at this game.’ a game at which you had started. You didn’t care about the audacity; you were in the mood to annoy your fiancé.

Your softly padded fingers finally make it to his hips. You lean up a bit to press more of your weight onto his body, the feeling making him budge. One of his favorite things about having sex with you was that he loved feeling your weight on him. Most times out of ten, when you did press against him, it was an easy ticket that would lead to the inevitable.

His cold demeanor still held up, although you knew his body was fighting to keep a strong front. You lean forward to kiss against his exposed abdomen; since he tends not to wear shirts at home, you can feel his soft but taught skin under your needy lips. One of your hands slips down to palm at his rising boner, a gentle hum of approval coming from you as you feel his length. Your other hand tugs at the side of his sweats, your eyes flickering to gaze at him.

He merely gives a glance once he realizes you’re looking at him, your eyes asking for permission. He presses his lips together and helps lift his hips, your kisses still descending to where he needed it most.

You don’t break eye contact until you have his cock freed from its confines, causing his length to tap you in the face lightly. Your mouth watered as it twitched once in need, and your pussy started to crave the feeling of wanting it inside there too. You double grip the base of his length before leaning in and pressing your tongue flat against the underside of his tip, your eyes now back on him again. The game of getting him off his phone is proven successful as he now has his full attention on you, his expression nothing but lust with a noticeable building pressure of his annoyance behind it. His breathing has deepened, though, and that was due to the fact you knew how to suck him off real good.

Your tongue laps at his tip, the textured and wet muscle dragging across the sensitive part, making his hips buck up to feel more of it. A grunt from deep within his chest lets you know his patience is starting to run thin, and it took everything in you not to smile. Still, you continue to tease. Your hands languidly stroking at his lengthy dick, a soft hum coming from you as the taste of pre-cum starts to cover your taste buds.

Midoriya would be a panting mess on a regular day, begging you for more, but today, he was feeling different. Today, you were making him feel feral. The way you can push his buttons was no joke, but you always knew when not to cross a line. With one hand, he rested his hand on top of your head. He slowly forces your mouth further onto his length, a slight but sadistic smirk clawing at his lips, watching as your hands stop their stroking to find refuge on the conjuncture of where his hips and thighs meet, needing to brace yourself as you take in his entire length into your mouth.

“Suck.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the tip of his cock poke at the back of your throat, his hand unmoving, and you know that you have no choice but to do as he says. With all the might you can courage, you suckle as you can, drool starting to pool from how open your mouth sat on his member. When you whimper and tap his leg, he finally lets you up on his own accord. Midoriya decides to be generous and lets you start at your own pace. At first, you were going at a comfortable pace, the tempo and suction he was used to, and he couldn’t complain. But just like many times during this break when he has given you an inch, you would sprint a mile.

An ingenious idea pops up in your head to catch him off guard. While bobbing your head, you reach the base of his length and deep throat him again, just like when you first started. But this time, you didn’t shy away from looking up at him with fake innocence as you pulled away and took it slow instead. Midoriya’s once complicit hand now grips your hair to control your bobbing. The more he guides you, the more he doesn’t stop himself from reveling in the sight of you starting to become a slobbering mess as your attempts to tease were really starting to piss him off. Midoriya then places both his hands on the side of your head after widening his stance on the ground and sprawls a bit to gain more strength in his movements. You weren’t sure what he was doing until a strong kick of your gag reflex hit you.

He fucks his hips into your mouth as you try to keep up, eyes alarmed and hands gripping at him for support. You now had no other choice but to take him in, still bobbing your head like the greedy brat you are. You could faintly hear his labored breathing over the sounds of your poor mouth taking in his face fucking, the feeling sending deep arousal straight to your crouch.

You shift as you try to somehow ease the tension between your thighs, your eyes now prickling with tears in frustration as you so badly want to touch yourself. The ability to do that was simply impossible because you had no choice but to take your fiancé’s girthy cock in your mouth. You squeeze your thighs together to release the build-up tension in your loins, trying to brace yourself for what will happen next.

“Look at me,” Midoriya commands, a tug at your hair, making you peek an eye at him. You don’t miss the dark look in his eyes as you undoubtedly look at a mess. All of your control surrendered to him and the rough pace of his hips. For a moment, he stops altogether, and your confused eyes are peering up at him again for guidance. He tugs you off by the base of your neck, eyes dark as he stands up. Consequently, your confusion doesn’t last very long before he’s guiding your head to retake his length now that he’s standing up.

It’s obscene how the sound of you swallowing his cock echoes in the spacious living room; the bustling city sounds quickly drowned out by your full mouth, his heavy breathing, and even some of his soft profanities and sounds of pleasure to accompany yours. You don’t try to hide that you have now slipped one of your hands into your loose and tiny shorts, your other hand holding onto him for support. Your knees, although separated enough to take in his rough thrusts, were probably starting to bruise, but you didn’t care. You shamelessly moaned as your fingers played with your wet snatch; the slight hum to your noises aiding you not to gag on his length.

“Look at me, Y/N.” Midoriya tugs at your hair again to let you know he means business. Once you look up at him, he groans at your tear-filled eyes and presses you fully against the bush at the base of his cock. He holds you there as he wordlessly finishes down your throat, rocking his hips to ride the rest of his load into the back of your throat. You gurgle on his length before he pulls you away, you recoiling as you desperately try to gain your breath back from it being prolongedly taken away from you. He watches you choke and catch your breath, patting your hair down as you compose yourself. “You alright?”

You nod and wipe your mouth, only for him to grip your wrist and pick you up. He quickly tosses you onto the couch, and he’s on you, leaning down to give your messy mouth a searing kiss. His hands are heavy and fast on you, his fingers tugging down your useless tank, and his other moves your shorts and panties to the side, not bothering to get a lick of clothes off your body correctly. As you’re distracted by the kiss, he slips his tip into you, the poke making you flinch at the contact. Your hands helplessly grip him as he pulls away.

Midoriya looks down between both of you to watch as his cock splits you open, his hands finding the back of your knees and pressing your thighs close to your chest in a mating press. You gasp as you can’t help but suck in a small breath and feel the weight of his cock slip inside you, the position not allowing you to adjust.

“Z-Zuku, wait—!” You pleaded. A winded groan escapes your lips, and you tilt your head against the sofa. “I-I have brunch tomorrow afternoon! I can’t take it like this-”

“Mm, should’ve thought of that before pissing me off.” Midoriya dismisses your sorry excuse to get out of this mess. A mess you started. A mess that you curated. A mess that you caused. He wasn’t having any of it. If you wanted him like this, then he’d play the role.

Despite his words before, he did give you a moment or two before he began thrusting inside of your hungry cunt. His thrusts were heavy and fast, and he wasn’t sparing you the grace of not bottoming out, which he knew you hated. The noises you let out were nothing but obscene. The leather couch squeaked in protest while your moans fought back in an obnoxious match of who could desperately cling to reality. Your pussy is so undoubtedly wet, and your sloppy blowjob from earlier helped with the fact he had no issues to hinder him fucking you silly now.

He watches in glee with hungry eyes as your face rivals a pornstar, and nothing but lust and submission is written all over your face. With each thrust, your chest jiggles at the force, the sight making his cock twitch again. He waits no longer to lean down and take a nipple into his mouth, teeth nipping at the sensitive bud before sucking feverishly. He loves your chest, and the fact that at this pace made them look more delectable. He is generous in leaving other marks on your chest to compliment your clear skin, wanting everyone to know what you made him do. A chuckle tickles your skin as he can’t help but find it funny that your words aren’t coherent anymore.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? To be fucked like a little slut?” Midoriya spits out at you as he straightens to hold your thighs up. He moves to the side of the couch so your lower body rests on the arm of the chair, an angle that makes your body fold from the hold. His heavy thrusts successfully knock the wind out of you, the impact springing, overstimulating tears to your eyes. Your trembling hands were trying hard to keep up by gripping the seat beneath you, but it was useless. Your feeble attempts were no match for him.

Your whimpering at the new angle is all he needed to know that you are enjoying this. It was evident by the way that the tears that rolled down your face were evidence that you were indeed close. He glares down at you as he speaks, “Touch yourself, Y/N.”

You tilt your head up and hum as you almost didn’t hear him. He reaches down to roughly rub your clit to wake you up, the gesture indeed doing the job. You cry out at the feeling and hurriedly reach down to do the work instead, a shiver wracking through you as you follow his command. Your cunt is unbelievably tight around him, and the squeeze makes him dizzy. “Cum, please let me cum, please,” You beg, getting lost in his fucking. There were no thoughts at all in your head. Just dick and knowing you wouldn’t get off easy if you came without asking.

Your fiancé grunts as you start to fumble with your words, bearing witness to you getting fucked so stupid that you had no choice but to fall into what you knew you needed most. Today, although you irked him to no end, Midoriya was feeling gracious and let you release first after feeling his second climax coming around the corner. When you finish, it happens so fast that it was almost painful. Your body shook as you squirted on him and yourself, your body freezing as your walls pulsed around his length, his hips stuttering against yours as he couldn’t help but finish in you. Midoriya leans down to sloppily kiss you as you both come down from your high. It wasn’t long before he was pulling away and flipping you over, hands on your breasts and his chest pressed against your back as his cock was back inside your sensitive cunt. Midoriya was sure that you were fucked dumb at this point, but he, too, was pussy drunk over you as well.

Indeed, a few more rounds could cure his lust.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

"Y/N!" Your best friend calls out to you when she notices your figure approaching her.

You smile and awkwardly walk over to her, a noticeable limp to your stride as much as you try to hide it. She raises a brow at the display, her eyes trailing your unmistakably disheveled appearance. However, you did look put together all the while.

“You okay, N/N?”

“Y-Yeah! Of course, why?” You rush to answer her question with your own. You and her have a stare-down once she notices you haven’t sat down yet, and you know the act added to her suspicion.

“Why won’t you sit down?” She accuses, brow raised. You nervously laugh it off and forcefully push her shoulder as your rough handling earns a dirty look from her.

“I’m getting there, you know?!” You smile hard, your words with a grit added to your speech from your teeth being clenched together. Still, the awkward eye contact continues as you try to hide the wince as you sit in front of her. Suddenly, her eyes and face lit up like a bulb had gone off.

“No fuckin’ way-!”

“Watch your freaking mouth,” You mumble as people start to look over, and you try to cover up your skin that exposes your neck.

“I’m going to take a wild guess that the reason you didn’t respond to me till this morning, didn’t join the group call, now wearing suspiciously warm clothes for the hot weather and walking weirdly is because of him?” She leans on the table to get a closer look at you with a shit-eating grin as if she already knew the answer.

“... yes.” You also break out into a stupid grin, you two giggling like madmen as she slaps your arm at the admission.

“So the plan worked?! You got to tell me everything!”

As you catch your friend up on everything, you can’t help but feel bad for egging Midoriya on for as long as you did… but it was all worth it. At first, the idea to annoy him was simply a dare. Still, soon enough, it became a plan to see another side of your fiancé you realize you had never seen before.

After the many rounds yesterday, you did find out and learn your lesson, though. Before you fell asleep for the night, you did apologize to him for being a brat, and you two fell asleep to a movie after having a much-needed takeout meal that rivaled a mukbang from your activities.

One thing was for sure, though: your state of the aftermath was a great way to remind yourself not to annoy him as much as you had prior.

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smilessssss · 11 months

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𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Tw:Toxic relationships, cheater!Billy, Y!Billy, unhealthy obsession, possessive behavior.

You knew he was cheating on you. He had made it quite obvious. He always acted like the boyfriend of Sidney Prescott which he was. You couldn’t blame her she didn’t know that you were originally his partner.

You didn’t know how to tell her would she get mad? I bet she would, if she had knew he had slept with other women. You were definitely not over that.

You didn’t know if anyone would believe you. If the whole group would go against you then the whole school. Since many girls liked Billy and would probably believe anything that came out of his mouth.

So you didn’t say anything. For a little while Billy would taunt you in a way by bringing girls over at your place. Saying that you were nothing to him. Telling you that he only used you for your body (you never fucked) basically slut shaming you for sharing nude pictures of yourself.

You only sent him those because he had practically manipulated you into doing it. Saying how he’ll break up with you or it’ll make him sad if you don’t.

He also scared you back then. He had anger issues still has. But you were scared of him going into an anger outburst worrying that he would hurt you.

He would never in reality.

You could never understand him one day he would be all loving on you then the next go cheat on you. It also reminded you about the times you we’re together alone it was just silence with Billy ignoring you existence not even alone. When you were out in public at school he would act like you weren’t even there. In front of everyone. Even when you gave him a lot of attention. Fuck you had gave him small gifts you thought he’d like. You were there during his darkest time and this is want he fucking does. Of course you weren’t expecting anything of it but you wouldn’t think he would do this. Well you had enough, realizing that the relationship you were in was unhealthy and awful. you broke up with him. You had sadly wasted your life.

At first he could careless. You were nothing to him only something he could use for his own pleasure.

Soon he felt empty. He didn’t feel the same like he did with you. He tried his best to shake it off but he couldn’t. When he was with random girls or Sidney. He doesn’t feel anything. It doesn’t help that you stopped hanging out with the group. He couldn’t even see your face anymore. He didn’t know what came over him but he needed your affection. Once you left he felt like his whole world was gone. He never felt complete or comfortable. He knew you didn’t want to see him again. After everything he had done.

But his ego was stopping him from apologizing. So he tried his best to forget you. But he couldn’t. It didn’t help that he had some of your stuff those photos, the gifts that he dug up. Since he had carelessly thrown those to the side not caring about the thought you had put into them. He was just starting to realize that he undermined everything you had done for him. He missed it. It didn’t help that you we’re finding comfort in different friends. It made his made his blood boil when he saw you hanging out with other guys.

He didn’t care for the context he felt heart broken that you had moved on that easily. He wished that he could kill everyone one of those guys who dared to speak to you.

You felt more happier then you ever did. You questioned why you never broke up sooner. You felt more free. But you never would have thought the roles would be reversed.

It was soon Billy constantly calling you wanting to get back together. Leaving gifts in your locker. You didn’t know what could have gotten into him. Suddenly he was sweet with you. Was he just manipulating you? So he could do it all over again if you get back with him.

Billy is always cornering trying to get you to talk to him. You don’t say anything though but shove him away each time. He doesn’t get why you don’t want to be with him. He shown he’s sorry, and doing so much for you. Aren’t you able to forgive him a bit.

But he crossed the line a little. One day he hugged you from behind whispering sweet nothings to you in your ear. Venting his frustrations about you talking to other guys. Then telling you something you won’t forget.

“I won’t ever let you go”

*I’m sorry for not posting in a while. And sorry if the end seems rushed it was this was also a little test for something I want to know if you would want me to go more in depth for this.

#slashers x reader #slashers #scream x reader #scream #yandere billy loomis #yandere billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #cheater billy

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gglitch1dd · 4 months

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A Wishful Time- Pt 6

Omega Katsuki x Alpha Eijiro x Omega Reader

Context: In the peaceful village of Yuuie, you and your best friend, Katsuki, hope to catch the eye of the Alpha of your dreams. Kirishima Eijiro.

Note: This story is OMEGAVERSE. This story takes place in a historical non modern setting so please take note of that when it comes to the jobs in society that the characters take and how they act. Bakugou Katsuki is an OMEGA. Reader and him are AFAB but there IS NOT smut this chapter.

WARNING: Warning: Death, sickness, plague, fainting, coughing, mention of BLOOD, pregnancy

[Masterlist]

You walked forward, your mating tie wrapped around your neck as you did so. You were careful as you stayed on the dirt path that led up to the white farmhouse. The fields not too far away had Alphas working in the sun as to tend to the large fields of vegetables. Although it was windy and slowly becoming more and more cold as winter was coming in, the sun was still warm during the day.

Standing under the shade looking over to the nearby forest was a large green haired Alpha. His freckled skin was tanned from all the long hours he spent from working in his family fields. His hands were calloused and hard and yet he was one of the sweetest Alphas that you had ever met.

You lifted up a hand and waved over to him. “Afternoon Izuku!” You called out.

That took his attention as his eyes moved to you. A gorgeous smile moved to his face, dimples to his cheeks as he turned to look at you as you moved to stand under the shade with him. “Y/N, afternoon.” He tipped his hat off in respect to you.

You handed him a basket of milk cannisters that you had brought over. “Here you go! Your mother told me that neither of you would be able to get milk today.”

At the reason for your visit, you watched his green gaze soften. “Well aren’t you just a sweet little thing. Thank you.” He said sincerely making you smile as he took the basket from you.

You looked up at him before glancing at where he was looking before. “What’s going on?” You asked.

Midoriya let out a heavy sigh as he furrowed his eyebrow. “There’s been reports of a sickness moving around the village.” He spoke lowly, something clearly bothering him. You nodded your head with hum, having heard about it through Takeo who seemed just as concerned about it too. People were falling sick out of the blue and it seemed worse than the common cold and more contagious too. You had heard Inko and Yua talk about it and how they were trying to make more tonics and elixirs to try and ease what might become something big around the pack. “I fear it might have been due to the rabbits.”

You looked to him shocked. “The rabbits?”

He nodded his head. “Yah. They were all dying for some unknown reason and at the time, Shoto and I had come to the conclusion that no one should eat the rabbits till we weed out those who seemed to be sick.” He let out a sigh as he put down the milk cannisters. “It seems like someone didn’t listen. I fear it came from a rabid wolf that was in the area not too long ago. It bit one of the bunnies before we killed it but it must have infected the poor thing with something.”

You listened to the tall Alpha speak. He was the one who bred most of the bunnies in town. At first it was an unintentional thing, the rabbits always having found their way to the Midoriya farm due to all the vegetables growing there, but sooner than later, the bunny population seemed to grow. You also knew that Izuku cared for the rabbits deeply and it was also a bonus that the rabbits high numbers helped in the winter when prey was sparse but rabbits were many and able to feed the village through the winter.

Izuku looked to you. “But don’t you worry about it. Thank you for the milk.” He gave you an appreciative look. “Now you get straight home. I think it’s best we all isolate for a while, till the sickness leaves.”

You nodded your head. “I think that might be for the best.”

“Yall got that little vegetable patch back home, right?” He asked as you started to walk back from once you came.

“Yep!”

He smiled as he waved over to you. “Don’t be shy if you need anything. We’re neighbours now!”

You smiled at that and waved back. “Alright! You keep well, okay!”

You did exactly what he said and made your way back home. You were going back home regardless, considering that you still had some chores to do and you couldn’t leave Katsuki to do it all by himself (despite what he thought).

It had been a three months since you, Katsuki and Eijiro got married and you honestly couldn’t be happy. The three of you were like three peas in a pod. You loved your two partners and they loved you as well. Eijiro was busy often with being head of the Kirishima farm now and keeping up with all the cows too, however having him come home to the both of you was all you could ever hope for, especially since you were practically always together on the farm regardless.

You walked up the dirt road, waving to Yua who was taking the washing to go hang on the lines. You made quick strides to head to the house on the left which belonged to you and your two husbands. You entered the house, placing down your basket before exiting out again. You moved to the side of the house where you knew Katsuki would be sitting doing the washing. You saw the blond Omega standing up from the stool he was sitting on, hands to his back as he stretched.

You smiled as you neared him but that’s when you saw that he seemed rather tired. “Katsuki.” You let out as you neared him.

His crimson eyes flicked over to you, his eyes half lidded. He gave you a gentle half smile. “Your back from the nerd’s farm?” He asked.

Despite his attempt at trying to make you smile, you quickly moved to cup his face in your hands. “Katsuki, you look tired.” You let out worriedly. He stood in some long overalls and a shirt pushed up to his elbows, showing that he had no intention of leaving home today. You put a hand to his forehead, but you didn’t feel a fever coming on.

He pushed your hands away with a soft hiss that was nonthreatening to you. “I’m fine. Really.” He told you. “Just feeling a bit more tired than usual.” He put a hand behind his neck as he rubbed there.

“You should go back inside, I can finish this.” You ushered him towards the direction of the front door. “I don’t need you fainting of exhaustion, Kattie. You go rest up, I’ll see you inside.”

Katsuki let out a grumble. “Says you, who was feeling nauseous this morning.” He moved to kiss your cheek but he left, listening to you.

You were grateful that he didn’t put up a fight. You had been nauseous this morning but you just brought it up to the amount of work you had been doing lately. You reached down to grab clean washed clothes out of the tub as you were going to wring them out and put them on the line. It would take a while by yourself but if it meant that Katsuki got to rest for a bit, it was worth it to you.

You were so busy putting the clothes on the line you didn’t notice the large hulking Alpha that came up behind you. Large hands went to your waist as a kiss was put to your neck. You let out a surprised chirp as an amused rumble came out of Eijiro.

You chuckled as you leaned back against his large body, that made you seem dwarfed. You put a hand to the side of his face, noticing a soft prickly signs of a stubble coming in. “Hello there Eijiro.” His rumble grew louder as he pulled off the tie around your neck, allowing for your scent to be free. He kissed you over your mark before lapping his warm tongue over it, making you shiver. “How are you? How’s Merigold?” You asked about Takeo’s favourite cow.

Eijiro let out a low chuckle. “She gave birth this morning. A little girl.” He told you. You looked back at him with an awe expression making him laugh. He looked up, looking around for a moment. “Where’s Katsuki?”

“I sent him back inside.” You told him honestly. “I think he’s a bit drained, so I wanted him to get some rest.” Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed in worry but he nodded his head in agreement to your decision. “But you…” You moved to touch his face again. “We need to trim this prickly face of yours.” He let out a grumble. “Uh uh, no complaining.” You gave him a pointed look which only made him frown with a grunt. You shook your head at the giant baby that was your Alpha. You moved to hang up the last towel before taking him by the hand and taking him inside. It was around about lunch time and so he was probably hungry.

Once you entered inside you noticed that Katsuki had made sandwiches but was nowhere to be found. You moved to sit down Eijiro on one of the chairs. You glanced to the door that led into the bedroom. In the nest hugging a pillow was Katsuki who seemed fast asleep. He had deep breaths as he seemed so deep in sleep. You furrowed your eyebrows. Katsuki never normally took naps, not by choice. You wondered if he was sick with whatever Izuku was talking about earlier.

You moved to grab a bowl and a cloth, moving to put it on the table next to Eijiro. The large Alpha already had half a sandwich in his mouth as he ate happily. You weren’t surprised. Eijiro and food often went hand in hand. You moved to go grab the blade and fill the bowl with water as you headed back over to him. You took out the soap. Eijiro was stuffing his mouth with the last of the sandwich.

You slapped his hand away from the plate of sandwiches, making him whine. You moved your hand to direct his face to look up at you. You carefully moved to the water and soap and made easy work of soaping up the bottom half of his face. As you took care of shaving off any small black hairs, you admired the Alpha that was sitting before you. His round ruby eyes that only had space for you and Katsuki, his strong jaw and powerful look. Even his long black hair that was tied into a pony. You loved your Alpha. You loved him so much it was almost unbelievable to think that you only got married three months ago.

You put the blade in the soapy water again, looking over his chin. You felt over his cheeks, noticing he was now nice and smooth. You smiled. “Much better.” He let out a low rumble as he reached up to place a kiss to your lips. You giggled but purred back down at him. You grabbed a cloth and wiped his face. Eijiro grabbed a sandwich and stuck half of it in his mouth, glad to have something to eat again. You chuckled at your hungry bear of a man.

A knock went to the door, making you turn to look at the door. You got up from a top your Alpha’s lap and walked over to the door. You opened it to see Inko. The older Omega looked out of breath as she looked to you worried. “Y/N…”

“Inko.” You quickly moved to hold her, as you helped her inside. Eijiro turned to look at the both of you, his eyebrows raising in surprise. You sat her down carefully and quickly moved to grab water and pour it into a cup for her. “What seems to be the matter?” You asked her confused.

Inko looked up at you with her green eyes filled of concern. “… We… we have a problem…”

Katsuki moved to soak the cloth in lukewarm water. Blood soaked in the water out of the cloth. You were busy carrying around elixirs that would take pain away. The room was filled with the sick that had developed symptoms of the new plague that seemed to be spreading around. You handed it to an exhausted Inko who was sitting beside an Alpha that seemed too pale to be alive.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved to crouch beside her. She stood up and took the bottle that you had just handed her. She shook her head, silently telling you that he didn’t make it. “You and Katsuki can go back home and tend to Nameer.” She told you, her voice muffled by the cloth she had over her mouth and nose. “I’ll send for the both of you once it is your shift again.”

You nodded your head to her, and turned around to go fetch Katsuki. He was now at the bedside of another victim. A small little pup who was sweating, her eyebrows furrowed as she gave a cough too great for her own body. You could tell from his furrowed blond eyebrows that he was worried for her. You moved to put a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look back at you. You motioned for the both of you to head out.

He looked back down at her, his hands tight around her little hand as she struggled to sleep. He let go of her and stood up, following you out. The both of you washed your hands at the door, making sure to scrub until your skin was raw. You walked out towards the house next door that served as a place to change out of the clothes you wore when nursing. You and Katsuki were silent, not having anything more to say and also not wanting to open your mouths where not necessary.

Once changed, you both walked side by side heading home, holding hands. It was silent in the village of Yuuie. People locked inside their homes, some with sick and others just afraid to catch whatever it was. The air was stagnant and inactive with nothing but the soft sound of coughs and quiet cries. Already too many people had passed in your small little village, especially weak little pups that didn’t stand the chance.

The both of you went straight home to find that Eijiro wasn’t there. It made sense, considering he was probably with Akari. You both put down your bags and headed straight to Akari’s home which was across the street. You moved inside of the home, noticing the two young boys that sat in a nest quietly, watching as their sire watched from outside the door to her bedroom to where her Omega lay sickly.

Eijiro turned to look back at the two of you. He slowly shook his head, indicating that it wasn’t looking good.

“How is he?” You asked as you and Katsuki walked closer to the two of them.

Akari didn’t even look at the both of you as she focused on her Omega who had laboured breaths. Eijiro sighed as he shook his head. “It’s not going well. He’s very weak. Ma went to go get honey for him to try and eat since he hasn’t eaten anything.”

“Still?” You asked trying to hide your worry. He nodded his head. You knew what it meant. Nameer had stopped eating which meant that he’d only continue to decline. You frowned as you moved to head towards the open door but your arm was tugged. You turned to look back at Katsuki. Katsuki was frozen to the spot for a second his head down. “Katsuki?” You asked softly as you neared him.

Katsuki didn’t answer you immediately. He slowly lifted up his head to look up at you. There was a small bit of panic on his face before you saw his face fall for a moment. Crimson eyes started to roll to the back of his head as Katsuki started falling. Your eyes widened in shock before racing to catch him just in time.

“Katsuki!” You let out urgently as you held him in your arms, struggling to hold his dead weight. You didn’t have to struggle for more than a second longer as Eijiro quickly came to sweep the blond into his arms.

Eijiro had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry. You quickly moved to put a hand to Katsuki’s forehead. He wasn’t hot and he didn’t have a fever which was a good thing but the fact that he was unconscious scared you. Katsuki had never fainted before in all his life. You tugged on the cloth by his mouth allowing him to breath freely. You were worried for him. “What’s wrong with him?” Eijiro asked eagerly.

You shook your head. “I don’t know.” You let out worriedly as you checked his pulse. “Take him back to the nest.” You looked up at Eijiro. “I’ll come check on him soon. Send your mother his way or Tamami.” Eijiro looked down at him worriedly, his blond Omega looking and feeling so lifeless in his arms.

“Eijiro.” His oldest sister looked to him seriously. Akari motioned for him to leave her black eyebrows cross with him. “Go. Make sure he’s alright.” Eijiro nodded as he moved out of the home. You looked up at Akari who watched him leave before turning to where his own Omega was. You followed her inside. She walked slowly inside, nothing but a few candles lighting up the room. Akari sat down next to him, taking his hands in hers. “Nameer.” She let out lowly. “My rock and earth.”

You carefully walked over to him, adjusting the cloth by your mouth. You moved to get a fresh cloth and wipe the small bits of blood from Nameer’s lips. The weak Omega opened his eyes as he looked to you. His brown eyes moving from you to his Alpha.

A weak smile moved to his lips as he looked to Akari. “Alpha…” He whispered. “Y-you’re her-” A cough interrupted his speech.

You moved to grab the cup of water nearby and moved to help sit him up just slightly. He winced with a soft cry. Akari looked helpless as she looked between you and Nameer, wide ruby eyes unable to blink in fear that she would miss something. Supporting your fellow Omega you helped him drink water. “Don’t talk.” You told him lowly. “Save your strength.”

He shook his head as he looked up at you. “I… I don’t have much left…” He whispered. He turned to look back at Akari, trying to squeeze his smaller hand with hers. Akari took off her hat as she moved closer to him. “My love…” He gave her somewhat of a smile. “T-take care o-of the pups, okay?”

At the tone of her Omega Akari shook her head, a frown on her face. “No. no, you can’t do this to me Nameer.” She said adamantly. She tightened her hold on his hands as she moved closer. “Nameer, I need you. You’re my everything. You’re the air which I breathe-”

“Alpha…”

“What about the pups! What about me? You can’t do this to me and the boys!”

“Alpha…”

“NAMEER! DON’T LEAVE ME!” The large Alpha had her head down as tears streamed from her eyes, her head was buried down in the blankets that made up her Omega’s nest. She seemed inconsolable cries brimming out of her giant figure as she refused to look up at the looming future.

A soft purr came from Nameer’s chest as she kept a hand on his Alpha. He smiled down at her as he barely managed to pull his hand away and put it on Akari’s head. “What a silly p-prospect.” He let out with a smile, borderline a small laugh but you knew that he stopped that due to the pain it would have caused. “After death… I’ll be waiting…” He managed to say but his breathing became heavy and it seemed hard to continue.

Nameer looked to you. You nodded as you moved to leave the two of them be. This would be one moment that they wouldn’t be able to get back. You could only pray that it would be a peaceful one and one that wouldn’t plague Akari for the rest of her life. You left the room, closing the door.

You moved to leave when you noticed the room next door. It’s where their boys were. You pushed open the door to see the two small sleeping pups. The eldest boy, a boy with curly black hair like Nameer but looked so much like a Kirishima like all Kirishima pups do, had his arms wrapped around his younger brother who was but a pup a few months old. You walked into the dark room, pulling a blanket over them to make sure they wouldn’t catch a chill and fed more wood into the fire place before leaving them be.

You left out of the home going to go check on Katsuki. You looked up to the moon in the sky with a heavy breath, hoping that another person wouldn’t be taken out of your arms again. You entered the home to see Tamami heading towards where you were coming from your bedroom.

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh! Y/N!”

“Hey Tammy.” You gave her somewhat of a smile. “Where are you off to?”

“Mama said I should get this to Nameer.” She motioned down to the honey in a vile. “I think it might just-” You hated to burst the faith she had but you put a hand to her, stopping her from speaking. She looked up at you confused.

You shook your head with a gentle smile. “Give him and Akari some space. He’s… he’s near heaven’s embrace.” You tell her softly. Her face fell at the statement. You saw her bottom lip wobble as she tried to fight off any sign of sadness. You gave her a soft loving purr as you pulled her into your arms. You brushed down her head as you comforted her.

“Sorry.” She whispered.

You shook your head. “It’s okay.” You tell her softly. “You’re allowed to be upset.” You told her honestly, pulling back to look her in her face. You brushed a thumb over her soft cheek that was round with still a bit of pup fat. “How about you go to bed. It’s late.” You tell her gently.

She nodded her head. “Okay.” She put her forehead against yours before leaving, walking back to the main house.

You let out a stuttered breath before walking to your bedroom that you shared with Katsuki and Eijiro.

“I’m fine.”

“You fainted, Katsuki!”

You entered to find Yua stood up from her chair that was beside your bed. Katsuki was awake and seemingly arguing with Eijiro who seemed very worried. He looked down at Katsuki as if begging him to understand his point of view.

Katsuki looked to you before motioning to the big Alpha. “Y/N! Please tell this big oaf that I’m f-” You hugging him interrupted his sentence as you held him tightly in your arms. Your grip was tough as you cradled his head trying to fight off tears. Katsuki eased as he looked at you, realising how scared you must have been. he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m okay. Just tired.” He told you softly.

He heard a sniff come from you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered.

Katsuki paused before letting out a heavy sigh. His hand moved up and down your back as he tried comforting you. “I thought I could manage it.” He informed you.

You let out an upset hiss that only made him chuckle. You let go of him as you moved to stand next to Eijiro. He put his hands on your shoulders, an attempt to calm himself down more than you. However to all of your surprise, Yua just giggled at the three of you.

She found such young love amusing, it reminded her so much of her and her own Alpha. “Don’t worry, Katsuki will be just fine, he just isn’t allowed to help out anymore with the sick. He should stay in here till all this has passed.”

“What!” Katsuki sat up as he looked over at the redheaded Omega. Both you and Eijiro pushed him back down with one hand making him chirp in surprise.

You stepped closer to Yua with a worried look. “How come?”

She giggled again. “It’s nothing bad really.” She told you as she moved to close the little satchel she brought with her. “He’s just pregnant.”

At the news, all three of you stiffened. You all turned back to look at Katsuki.The blond Omega was frozen for a moment before turning to look at you. He didn’t give any indication of how he was feeling before looking up at Eijiro.

The large Alpha ran to him, wrapping his arms around the blond Omega. He let out a loud laugh as he held Katsuki in his arms. “Katsuki!” He shouted as he laughed, tears in his ruby eyes as he found the whole situation funny and yet blessed. “Oh thank heavens.”

Katsuki had his arms slowly relax against the giant Alpha. He then looked up at you. Tears in his eyes. Katsuki never thought that he would have the honour of bearing a child so quickly, especially since the Bakugous were known not to have many pups. You saw the overwhelmed feeling within him and brim up too much for him to handle on his own. You chuckled as you walked to his other side and sat beside him. At your presence, Eijiro had pulled you into the hug making you laugh.

You placed a gentle kiss to Katsuki’s face. “Look at you, Kattie.” You teased softly. You cupped his face as you looked down at his face. “Bringing something so special.” Your voice was so tender it made tears slip from Katsuki’s eyes as he sunk into you and Eijiro’s arms.

But then he realised something. “Hold on!” He pushed back against you and Eijiro. He moved to wipe his eyes with the back of his arm before looking to Yua. “B-but what about Y/N?”

“Katsuki…”

“No.” He turned to look at you adamantly. He frowned up at you with that frown that you found absolutely adorable (much to Katsuki’s anger). He took your hands in his. “We had a plan. We were supposed to do everything together.”

“And we still are.” You tell him as you raised his hands to your chest. “Your pups are mine and mine are yours no matter when we have them. It’s okay, Katsuki.” You tried assuring him.

Katsuki frowned with a pout on his face before turning to Eijiro. “Alpha do something.”

Eijiro looked down at Katsuki with wide eyes. His ruby eyes turned to look down at you and then back to his mother. He raised a hand to the back of his head with a confused grumble, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do. He motioned to his mother vaguely and then motioned to you and Katsuki. With that he nodded his head in satisfaction.

Katsuki squinted as he glared at the Alpha who just so happened to be the sire to his pups. He wondered how dense he could possibly be. You giggled knowing that everything, at least for your little family, would be just fine.

-Glitch1d

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echo-bleu · 2 years

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Okay but. Geralt with auditory processing issues.

The mutations wreck havok on the senses. Sure, they make his hearing range incredible, but they don’t help with the processing, and he’s constantly hearing everything at once. It’s worse for Geralt than the other witchers because he’s had the Grasses twice. (Or because he’s autistic, duh.)

It’s half the reason he communicates so much with grunts, because most of the time he’s only got half of what the other person said and he just lets them interpret his grunts however they want.

And sure, he’s heard Jaskier sing so many times in taverns and courts and his songs are catchy enough, but he’s never actually managed to catch the lyrics. It’s just all gibberish to him. As soon as there’s the lute, and noise, and they’re in a city or a town so there’s people around, he just doesn’t understand any of it. It doesn’t make his “fillingless pie” comment any less insensitive, but it does give it some context.

Every winter the other witchers will make comments about the songs they’ve heard on the Path, about this or that adventure, and Geralt is just like. That. That’s what the song was about. Oh. Eskel isn’t great at auditory processing either but he’ll ask the bards to play over and over until he’s got most of it, and since they’re songs about witchers, the bards usually comply. It’s nice to hear good news of his brother. Then he’ll tease Geralt mercilessly all winter about it. That’s the only reason Geralt even knows so much of what Jaskier sings.

However, he likes hearing snatches of song while Jaskier’s composing, when they’re camping out in the open or in a forest and there isn’t too much noise around. Then he can actually understand the words, sometimes.

He’s very, very good at pretending he can hear just fine, and he’s been doing for so long, but he does feel a little guilty about making Jaskier think he doesn’t like his music. He just doesn’t know how to explain, doesn’t think Jaskier could get it, because no one ever has. Then while they’re all in Kaer Morhen after the mess with Voleth Meir, the other witchers start asking Jaskier to sing, even though he doesn’t have a lute. They’re all completely quiet during his performances, and every time Ciri or Yen or anyone makes a noise and they miss a line, Eskel will ask Jaskier to start over. (Eskel isn’t dead, obviously.)

And one day Geralt finds Jaskier hunched over a desk, with a pile of parchment beside him and his notebook open in front of him, frantically copying something.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m making copies of my songs,” Jaskier answers. “I’ve actually published the whole songbook in Oxenfurt, you know, but we can’t get it here, and Eskel said that having the lyrics would help, so I’m trying to make enough for everyone.”

Geralt’s mind is boggled because yes, having the lyrics written down would help immensely but he would never have thought to ask, let alone that Jaskier might actually be willing to write them down for him, and what’s that about a songbook? He almost just grunts and leaves him to it, but he remembers that he promised himself to at least try to communicate better with Jaskier after the mountain, so he asks in a very small voice, “Can I have one?”

And Jaskier’s jaw hangs slack for a moment before he coughs and hands him a stack of parchment. “I wasn’t sure you’d want it,” he mutters almost to himself.

“I always want to know what you’re singing,” Geralt says.

Jaskier’s eyes are wide and shining when he hugs Geralt, and his voice cracks a little. “I wish I’d realized sooner that you couldn’t hear it.”

That night he sings his entire song cycle a capella in front of the fire, his eyes boring into Geralt the entire time, as Geralt follows the lyrics along for the first time.

And Jaskier’s songs are really fucking good, actually. Geralt is hardly an expert, but he can see the way he bends and stretches language to make it flow and how he weaves the stories together and he can feel the love in how Jaskier sings about him, about them, and---

Is that what he’s been missing this whole time?

Brought to you by: the long-ass time it took me to get into The Amazing Devil’s wonderful music because I couldn’t fucking hear the words until I sat down and listened to every song while following along with the written lyrics.

#the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #echo's fanfiction #sort of

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atierrorian · 8 months

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Memorial of the Dead

Context: For as long as you can remember, there has always been a festival to remember and mourn the dead. And at this time around, a lot of paranormal activities started happening in the vicinity of your home...

Warnings: Female reader, Yandere behavior, obsession, haunting, panic attack, kidnapping?, hallucinations, death, blood, ooc.

Note: If you do not do well with these kinds of warnings then I suggest you stop reading for your own good and health!

For as long as you can remember back when you were just a kid, there had always been a festival to remember, mourn, and celebrate the dead. You always enjoyed the festival since it was such a memorial festival and has such a meaning.

Your mother would always tell you all kinds of stories about the dead around this time of year and they always interested you and you always wanted to hear more. One of the reasons why you always loved the festival.

"Your favorite story was called "Memorial of the Dead," a tale about a boy who died while attempting to bring back his brother from the dead due to a serious mistake. As punishment for his egregious misdeed, the boy was condemned to eternally roam in search of a way to reunite with his little brother. According to some, his translucent appearance can be spotted in the graveyards wandering and always had a longing to be with his little brother again.

And as he wandered, he was mocked by the Gods as they watched him like he was some sort of show that was purely for entertainment. And maybe in that case, he was. He was only another entertainment by the Gods above.

That was a story you loved very dearly. You admired his passion and determination of getting his brother back, but in the end, all was for naught as he was punished for his doings and forever wandering for all eternity in this world.

And now it was this time of year where everyone would now began to celebrate and mourn for the dead. You didn't had that much excitement anymore like you used to back when you were younger, but that's just the way it is. Although you can't deny that you always had a feeling of excitement.

I guess you just wanted something new.

You sighed as you walked through the festival, banners hanging, lanterns hanging from the street posts, candles being lit everywhere for the dead, so on and so forth. The people were mourning for their loved ones and lit up a floating lantern and released it from the sky. You had your own and were going to the graveyard.

Where your Mother was now.

No one really knew how she died and you didn't either. You were only 15 when she died and now you were 19. It had been four years since she died mysteriously and you missed her dearly. You wished to bring her back just like the boy did with his little brother.

But you knew better, besides, it was just a fairytale anyways. Not like it was real in the first place right? But you sometimes had a longing for your Mother to be back and wished for some miracle she would be back and you both would be happy again. But atlast, such things can never happen. As the Gods hates such things.

And in present time, strange things began to happen in your home. The lights would always flicker and at night the wind would get cold and the windows would sometimes be open despite closing them and making sure they were shut tight. And at night, you always heard something break.

And in those events, you would always see a silhouette hiding in the shadow, watching you with their glowing yellow eyes.

You thought it was some sort of punishments from the Gods by your longing and hope. But you should have been more careful, as you were merely another puppet for their entertainment.

And maybe, you should have seen the signs sooner or later, but never late.

Once you finished talking to your Mother's grave and lit up the floating lantern to the sky, you returned home to get some rest and hoped for this day to end and begrudgingly try to get up in the morning and do the same thing over and over again and then just repeat. Besides the events in the night.

You don't exactly remember when it started. It started small when you felt a air chilling cold as the window was opened, you thought you just forgot to closed it and went on your way once you closed it.

And that's when things started going downhill from that point on.

You always felt eyes on you all the time everywhere inside your house and during the Festival. It creeped you out and you felt goosebumps every time you had a feeling someone was watching you. You considered moving out on occasions but decided against it since you didn't want to leave your Mother.

But maybe you really should have just left and never looked back.

Because the paranormal activities became too much until the suspect finally decided to show themselves.

And now, you were in this situation. And it's all your fault that you were now in this mess.

You should have trusted your instincts, you should have trusted your gut and went somewhere far away from this place.

But you didn't.

And now you were locked in your room with no way out as every exit was locked and your back pressed against the wall as you finally came face to face with him. Your breath was ragged as you looked at his eyes, shining and reflecting the moonlight. But there was something off about his eyes.

There was obsession, deep obsession within his eyes as he continued to look at you, curiously as you tried to keep your distance from him.

Was he the ghost your Mother always told you stories about? He looks so much like the boy your Mother described. And the most distinctive feature was his blue flamed hair. And If so, then why is he here? And what did he want from you?

You gulped down your saliva and asked him with a shaky breath-

"Why are you here? And what do you want from me?" You said as you kept pressing your back against the cold stone wall, trying your hardest to really keep your distance. But it was quite hard considering you were already at the corner of the room and there was no where else you could go now.

Nowhere to run.

He had you right where he wanted you, like a cat finally cornering its mouse, finally ready to devour its prey.

He had a grin that spelt trouble and I felt my nerves flare up, his gaze wanting to make myself smaller and smaller with each passing second he keeps gazing at me with those yellow glaring eyes.

What felt like hours that were most likely just a few seconds, he finally decided to talk.

"You and I, we share similar passions and feelings. And I can't help but be attracted to you." He said as if it was the most normal thing to say to someone.

"And besides, you always looked so cute whenever you slept you know? I had cameras all over your house."

His words made you freeze, he watched you sleep?? And had cameras all over your house? What else could he have seen he shouldn't have seen? And if he's a ghost then why does he need cameras?

As if he read your mind, he shrugged.

"Because I have limits, I can't always watch you with my own eyes so I decided to watch you from cameras, I don't like it but it would do in the meantime I wasn't around."

At this point you felt your heart racing rapidly, your breath became heavier with each second that passes and your body trembling as you felt dizzy. You were disgusted by his behavior and all this time you never knew he had cameras all over you. And we share similar passions and feelings??

"Well it really doesn't matter now since I have you now, and for all eternity you'll be stuck with me forever and ever, I won't lose you like I lost him." He said before taking small steps towards me before hugging me, trying to comfort me.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain before I coughed up blood.

Wait, blood?

I looked down to my hand and saw blood on my hands as I subconsciously touched my abdomen, feeling a gash on my stomach.

He then started saying some words I didn't know nor did I care. All I cared about was the blood on my hands, and now on the floor.

"Shh, it's alright, I'll be here when you wake up alright? Like I said, we'll be together for all eternity."

That was the last thing I heard before closing my eyes shut and leaned against him.

The Gods were really cruel huh? But this was a blessing for him. This was a curse for you.

"The end!" A young woman said as she closed the book in her hand, looking at the 6 year old in front of her who still wanted to hear more.

"That's it? No happy endings?" The girl asked as she was confused, most fairy tales she heard always ended with an happy ending. She didn't like this story as it didn't had one and it was sad for her.

The young woman patted the young girl's head and shook her head sadly.

"There are no happy endings in this one I'm afraid little one." She said before yawning and stretching, getting ready for bed now. The six year old merely pouted, wanting to hear an alternative ending besides the bad ending.

The woman noticed the girl's expression as her face softened and sighed.

"Listen, not all fairytales end in happy endings I'm afraid, there are just stories that won't always end up being a happy ending like everyone else wants it too be. And that's the way it is." She said as she tried to consult the girl who was still pouting.

She sighed as she scooted over next to her and tried giving her some comfort to make her feel better.

"You'll understand soon when you get older. But go to sleep now okay?" The woman said to her daughter as her daughter nodded, but still not understanding her words.

"Good."

As she was about to get up and go to her room, she suddenly was stopped by her daughter.

"Mama, what was the title called again?"

The Mother smiled and replied happily-

"Memorial of the Dead"

Hii! How are you guys today? I hope you're doing well and I'm sorry if I'm not posting very often. I've became very busy recently but I am still trying to post every now and then! But I hope you enjoyed this!

#atier's works✎#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere idia shroud #Idia Shroud x reader

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the-bitter-ocean · 1 month

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(ISAT ACT 3/4 SPOILERS) I saw the latest ask answered for the in tales of time au by @tealgoat and I wanted to write something in response to the art! If you hadn’t already done so please read @wonder-of-the-stars awesome fic to understand the full context of what I am referring to in the story!

This little writing drabble I made is also a neat companion piece to this other writing I did prior. Unintentional but I like the juxtaposition of it all.

Writing of the scene is under the cut:

< Ah- >

< You flipped the page of the familytale too roughly. >

< Too rigid. Too sharp. Too fast. >

< In one clean motion the page rips into a jagged uneven edge.>

<..!!!!>

< N-NO!! >

< You didn’t mean for it to ..>

<…>

< It’s ruined. >

< Ha! >

< Your grip tightens on the book. >

< You’re trembling. >

< You ruin everything you touch don’t you? >

< You ruined this loop. >

< This had been becoming a very bad habit of yours. >

< One that you needed to learn to break sooner rather than later. >

< For some stupid shattering reason you thought- That maybe just maybe you could recover! >

< That you could “fix it” and salvage this shoddy excuse of a story somehow. >

< That you could calm down and think of something smart instead of being completely blinding useless! >

< You tear another page. >

< Your choices don’t matter here. >

< Rip rip rip rip. >

< All of your progress, for better or for worse- gets reset back to square one. >

< The only one who can remember is you and Loop. >

< Loop doesn’t wish to see you. >

< Unsurprising. >

< You have a special talent for pissing off your one and only consistent support in this situation. >

< You don’t stop until the entire book is in shreds. >

< You let the book fall to the ground. >

< You take a deep breath in and out. >

< You don’t feel any better. >

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weizhiyuan · 1 month

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This is pure speculation and I could be totally wrong, but I kind of wonder if Qian never actually asked Yuan to go abroad. It starts in episode 6 when Qian and San Pang are talking about what Qian should do instead of just staying at the office 24/7 and I think San Pang could be responsible for this whole ordeal.

“Or maybe get Yuan to move out” who proposes that? Not Qian! San Pang does. And we do NOT see Qian’s response. We don’t know what Qian’s genuine answer is at all! It just cuts to San Pang coming to Yuan’s home. If anything the fact that San Pang is coming home to get Qian’s stuff for a business trip makes me think Qian made the decision to leave instead of kicking Yuan out.

San Pang is a meddler. He’s getting himself involved into their relationship for better or for worse. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s the one who plotted this. Qian HAD been setting aside money for Yuan to study abroad before Yuan ever confessed, that much is true. It could be that he told San Pang about the money and instructed him to tell Yuan to leave but originally studying abroad was never related to Yuan’s feelings for Qian.

“Does he hate me that much that he can’t even tell me this himself?” That’s the line that really gave me this feeling of “what if he never told him to leave at all.” And San Pang doesn’t have to say much, just that it’s what Qian wants, and Yuan agrees because of course he’ll do what his Ge asks of him. “He wants me to leave, the sooner the better, right?” and off he goes.

But Qian cries!! He leaves that bracelet!!! Couldn’t Qian be sad thinking Yuan has decided to leave??? Because if Qian didn’t tell him to go, he would have to assume (or San Pang would tell him directly) that Yuan left on his own volition. I mean, Qian and Yuan are literally not on speaking terms at this point. A misunderstanding could be so easy.

THEN, in the trailer we get bits that we don’t have full context for yet like this dialogue exchange between Yuan and San Pang:

“San Pang, thank you.” “Me?” “I thought a lot while I was abroad. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had the chance to go to the US and achieved this. I’m very grateful for you.” IF IT WEREN’T FOR WHOOOOO????? SAN PANG AGAIN! He doesn’t thank Qian at all!!! So maybe somewhere along the line of studying abroad/returning home he found out it was really San Pang who came up with this plan all along (I also feel like San Pang’s expression looks a little guilty…). Hell, maybe he even came back because he learns Qian never asked him to leave.

“Why did you suddenly come back?” so it was sudden… it HAS been 4 years which is a full college term for most Americans and I’d assume he’d come back after finishing his studies and yet Qian notes it’s sudden (although counter argument, Yuan could’ve just come back without warning anyone ig).

“Didn’t you ask me to come back when I miss home?” Yuan could be lying a little here. Of course he would miss home. He would miss Qian and Lili the whole time he was there because he left due to Qian’s supposed wishes. But he also could be hiding the fact that he learned San Pang made him think Qian wanted him gone. And then we get the scene at the dinner table I mentioned before where Yuan thanks San Pang, thus revealing this fact to Qian. It would be a beautifully petty moment if that was the case. This latter part could be too much of a stretch, but for now I’m a little suspicious of San Pang’s involvement in the decision to study abroad. I guess we’ll have to find out in the coming episodes…

#I started feeling a little like a conspiracy theorist at the end there #but if I’m even a little right I’m gonna feel so smart instead thank youuu🫶#also I haven’t read the novel so lol #I’m not trying to be a san pang hater either lmao but like if this is rlly what happened…… bro.#unknown the series #b.txt

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glimmervoi · 3 months

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A SEALED FATE: EMERALDS AND BLOOD - V True Love's Touch

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notes: double post????!!!! *gasp* i wanted to introduce Hoseok's POV sooner to try to give context on how fast a soulmate bond can fall into place and affect the yandere men.

As a child, Hoseok’s mother would sit and tell him stories about soulmates and the magic surrounding them. A duo that was connected by fate was bound to have some sort of magical energy, whether they realized it or not.

At first, Hoseok wished that he could have a soulmate so that he could have magic powers. Maybe the ability to levitate things, maybe mind control. Maybe fire that could burst from his fingers, if he was being extra creative.

As he grew older, his wishes changed. He understood that the magic that his mother spoke of wasn’t the same as the magic in the books that he was read as a child. It was a different kind of magic, something that the kingdom regarded as “forbidden”. He also understood that his mother wore a beautiful mask that hid the monster that was truly lurking under her skin, a monster that held that same magic.

As an adult he wanted a soulmate because he wanted to experience love. Sure, he loved the horses that he sat with when he was avoiding his royal duties. He loved the little inventions that Yoongi made for him every year for his birthday. He loved all of his brothers, despite their…quirks.

But he wanted to experience a different kind of love. A love between him and his soulmate, one that linked them together for life. A love that couldn’t be broken, no matter what.

He had almost given up on the tale that his mother had told him, about how soulmates could find each other through something as simple as a touch. How the bond could click into place with a single brush of their fingers against each other. How he would just know if he came into contact with his soulmate.

He had been about to accept a life without the love that he craved, dull and filled with the boring duties of the third eldest prince. That was, until he accidentally brushed by you in the ballroom, earlier that day.

His hand had brushed against yours, and it felt like he had been shocked by a bolt of lightning. He had jerked back, ready to lash out at whoever had hurt him while he tried to blend in with the other staff.

Upon his eyes landing on you, it felt as though his very being finally settled into place. The restlessness that he had grown to ignore finally calmed, and the energy that you seemed to emit pulled him in.

He knew that you were the soulmate that he had been waiting for, for all those years. He didn’t care that you were a maid, to him you were worthy of being a Queen. He didn’t care that you were dressed in a bland uniform, to him you could be wearing a few scraps of old parchment, you were still as beautiful as a princess donned in the most expensive dress that could be bought.

It was as though the world was gray for him before, and upon meeting you suddenly the world was so vibrant. The ballroom was no longer bland and boring, the same ballroom from every winter ball. It was stunning now, shining in hues of blue and silver.

For the first time, he felt…happy. He felt like there was something more in his life, not just a boring life in the castle before he was forced to wed some subpar Lady that his mother handpicked for him.

He wouldn’t settle for anyone but you.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you looking around the room with a cute little look of confusion on your face. You seemed to be struggling with the centerpieces.

He knew it was risky to speak with you in front of others, even when he was wearing a stableboy’s uniform. He didn’t want to risk his mother or father hearing about you, in case they took you from him.

He needed to speak to you though. He needed to hear your voice, to be close to you, even if it was only for a few minutes. He approached you when he was sure no one was paying attention.

Your voice was beautiful and smooth, and he wanted to simply sit there and listen to you talk for hours. Your eyes pulled him in, and he had to fight to stay focused as he showed you how to arrange the keys.

He wanted to bring you to the ball as his guest, to carry matching keys with you. He wanted to show you off in front of the entire room as he danced to the waltzing music that would be played the entire night.

He wanted to buy you silk gowns and glittering jewelry, he wanted to put a crown on your head and declare you his queen.

But, he was getting ahead of himself. He knew that, and rushing too far ahead without any planning could get you hurt, or even worse: killed.

So, he showed you how to arrange the centerpieces, and then he dismissed himself so that he could begin to plan.

You would be his, and he would be yours, and nothing would stop him from making that a reality.

#bts #yandere bts #yandere bts fic #bts fic #emeralds and blood #yandere hoseok #yandere jimin #yandere jin #yandere jungkook #yandere namjoon

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for going to a concert against my partners wishes?

For some context, my family is incredibly close knit and I am very very close with my cousin; she lived with my family for several years and is one of my best friends. She is dating someone long distance while living on the other end of the country. I visited her a couple of months ago and she spoke often on the phone with the person she's dating, I would often say hello and chat on the phone calls. On one of those phone calls, he was talking about an annual concert that happens in our hometown, where he and I both live and that he got two tickets but didn't know who to go with that wouldn't hurt another friend's feelings. He knows that she and I have similar tastes in music and asked me if I want to go with him, saying that he would like to get to know me better because I am so important to my cousin.

When I got back to my hometown I told my partner about it and explained the context to which he said, "No you're not". I was taken aback and didn't press the conversation any further. Between then and now (about two months) neither my cousin or her partner brought it up again and I kinda just forgot about it. With the time that had passed with no word of it, I assumed it wasn't happening anymore and didn't bring it up again. Two months later (today), my cousin's partner reaches out asking if I'm ready for the concert (which is tomorrow). I have the day off and it's a set of artists who I quite like so I said yeah and then immediately texted my partner to explain. I told him that it was happening, and that I knew it made him uncomfortable so I told him I would text him regularly with updates and have a conversation with my cousins boyfriend to set some clear boundaries at the beginning of the conversation. I also apologized for not bringing it up sooner, and explained that I thought it had fallen through. He responded to the messages (about other things) I sent prior but completely ignored the messages regarding the show. I responded asking him how he felt and he has since stopped responding.

My partner has been cheated on before and his family dynamics are very different from my own, so I understand the anxiety entirely and want to accommodate to the best of my ability, but I really don't like the idea of not going just because he said so. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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siancore · 3 months

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Second part to this fic.

A/N: This is from Bucky’s POV and takes place in the 1940s while Bucky is at war. Written in the form of V-Mail letters from Bucky to Steve. He wants to tell his best friend about meeting Sam and being smitten, but V-Mail was read and censored by military postal workers. Bucky could be dishonourably discharged and receive a court martial for being homosexual in the army. LGBT+ soldiers were given ‘blue tickets’ to discharge them from service because their ‘character was deemed undesirable’ — around 9,000 soldiers received a blue discharge during war times in the 40s. I hope this gives context to his correspondence. Thanks so much for continuing this journey with me. Enjoy!

Dear Steve,

They said these letters would get to their destination quicker and without much fuss. Better than regular old mail. I hope this finds you well. Hope you’re keeping out of trouble. It’s cold over here, but I don’t want to waste time talking about the weather. Stevie, I’m smitten, Pal. Just my luck to meet the sweetest Buttercup before I had to ship out. My Sweetheart has the prettiest brown eyes I ever did see, and a smile that’s as bright as the sun. Why can’t this world be a better place? Why can’t me and my Sweetheart settle down somewhere and live a nice life? I know there’s a war to be won, and things ain’t as simple as I would like them to be, but sometimes I just want something for myself. Sorry for going on and on. I’m maybe a little homesick. I wish you got to meet my Sweetheart before I left. You two would get on real swell. I miss you, buddy. Take care of yourself.

Yours truly,

J B Barnes.

Dear Steve,

I hope this letter finds you well and happy. Thank you for sending a letter back. I hope you had a nice time at dinner with my folks. My Ma sure does love feeding you. Thinks you’re too skinny, and I think she might be right.

We’re shipping out to the front in Italy tomorrow. My Ma is worried, and she has every right to be. From what the other fellows have said, we’re likely to see combat action real soon. Truth be told, I will be happy to join the fight. As you know, I’m not good sitting on my hands.

How is it being the most eligible bachelor in New York, New York? I bet the dames are lined up around the block for you. Just be yourself, Pal. You will find that special someone. I’m lucky to have found my Buttercup. Wish I had an address to write my Sweetheart. I only know the name of the locality: Delacroix, Louisiana. V-Mail must reach down South. All of the Southern boys are writing to their loved ones. I should at least try, don’t you think? I’m endlessly charmed by a Southern Beauty. Like I said before, Buddy: I am smitten. You will grow tired of my ramblings I’m sure.

Take good care of yourself. I’ll write again when we arrive.

Your Pal,

J B Barnes.

Dear Steve,

Thank you for the drawing pencils. I’ve been using them while waiting for directives. I’m sorry for not writing sooner. Camp life is tough. Feels like the rain ain’t stopped since we put boots on the ground. Some of the fellows in the 107th have fought some skirmishes, I am still waiting to see action. I know you said you found a way to be of service, I just want you to promise me you will be smart about it. Every little bit helps our cause, I just want you to be safe. I am proud of you no matter what you do. You have a good heart, my friend.

I appreciate your encouragement. I thought about writing my Buttercup, but I don’t think that would be a good idea. Different sensibilities down South, you see. My Sweetheart’s folks probably would not appreciate letters from a sergeant in our armed forces sending unsolicited letters to their unwed offspring. It is a different world in the Southern states I’ve been told, and I don’t want to cause my Sweetheart any grief. Dreams of pretty brown eyes and sunshine smiles will have to sustain me for now. At least I can write you and go on and on about my heart’s yearnings for a certain Southern Beauty. You are a good friend to me, Stevie. Thank you for never judging me. I will write again soon. Give my Ma a cuddle from me when you see her next.

Your friend and brother,

J B Barnes

Dear Steve,

Thank you for TWO letters and drawings. Your comic renditions made me smile. I’m sorry for the long wait in between letters. I have finally seen combat action. I am well. Did not get hurt. My Ma was so worried. Rebecca wrote me as well. All of your letters make me less homesick. It’s a different world over here, but I will not waste time retelling the horrors I’ve seen.

I hope your mission is going well. I am proud of you. I hope your date book is full and you are having a marvellous time.

My heart feels heavy. Would it be such a terrible thing for me to write my Sweetheart? Maybe my Sweetheart’s parents wouldn’t mind a soldier writing to their unwed s — child. I don’t want to cause a stir. I wish I at least had a photograph, though I probably don’t need one. My dreams are filled with brown eyes and high cheekbones. Pretty smiles and soft skin. You must think I’m a love struck fool, Stevie. HaHa! Maybe I am. But when two people have a connection like me and my Buttercup do, it reaches beyond the borders of nations. It stretches through time. I don’t have words to explain. Just know that your best friend is love sick and not any less of a man for admitting so.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again. Be sure to keep up with your medicines and treatments. Be safe and well.

Your Friend,

J B Barnes

P.S. Maybe when I return home, you might draw a rendition of my Sweetheart for me. I will pay you all of my hard earned money.

Dear Stevie,

I had to write this soon after my last letter, so you will probably get them around the same time.

I got new directives. We’re in the fight now. I just wanted to let you know not to worry too much about me if you don’t hear from me soon. I’ll be busy doing my part.

I won’t win the war until you get here, Pal. That’s a promise.

Signing off for now.

Your Brother in Arms,

Bucky Barnes

#sambucky #sambucky fanfic

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ananiel · 5 months

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Tw : slight Gore, dark content, read at your own risk

Now thinking about my last post. Let's talk a little about this version of You. (for context and better understanding the fic i suggest reading the first part, of course, it's optional, feel Free to do as You wish as i put some Main explinations on this fic as well)

Now, clearly someone that lost all of their close one (and not on accident but because of the need to protect them) would be rather skitish. You hold the biggest secret of humanity, the secret that hey, You are the mastermind behind it all and You took powers from everyone (made them unable to use them by making them forget they exist), You just lost your best friend because of the need to protect them. You would clearly be stand offish, maybe even skitish like a cat . I mean, who wouldn't knowing that there isn't a way for them to lower their powers and if they did lower them, everyone would get the powers that were killing them back. So Yes, i amagine this version of You to be more quiet, or maybe not quiet, but to prefer to be alone, to mourn in silence the lost of their kind, knowing they are at fault for it

So that's when the yandere's come, and there are 3 posibilities of how it would go

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IT starts as a curiosity, a need to see if You are a worthy or not. They watch over You like a hawk and they can't help but feel something in their chest as they look at You. At how You continue to live your life as if nothing happened and how everyone seems to ignore the way your eyes gloss from time to time or how your lower lip quivers when You see something reminding You of your old friend or about what You did to them

Maybe they felt pity for You, maybe they were trying to understand You more, maybe they were happy that a being like You was alone. Alone and easy to captureze. They can't remember when this curiosity turned into obssesion

IT became a habit, to talk You, to know about your daily life as if it was theirs. It was entertaining for them. It was refreshing for them to watch over You, over your grief of a lost life, and they were content living like this, at least for now.

Sooner or later things of yours Will start to dissapear or be moved around your house and You would find flowers and love letters written in blood. Letters explaining their adoration and how jealous they are of the friend that pleagues your mind and heart, saying that it isn't fair for them to sicken your state when they were supposed to do it, to be the reason You can't sleep at night

This letters Will grow crazier and crazier, until one day You see them in your living room, your friend's mangled body next to them as they dedicate this piece of art in your name

The stalker : gin akutagawa, NIKOLAI, Tanizaki, kenji, John Watson, Fred porlock, Irene adler, zack patterson, ARTHUR RIMBAUD, Billy the kid, von harder, tachihara, Odasaku, ranpo, atsushi, Kunikida

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You were interesting in their eyes. A rare jewel only for them to see. Only for them to play with. Imagine the Power they would hold if You were their partner. Oh, they could change the world. That's what they wanted at first, to use your talent, to use You as a whole. Of course, for that they needed to get close to You, and that's what they did. First they entered in your life as an acquintance. You tought meeting them was random, something only fate could've pulled the strings to happen.

You were so cute in their eyes. So hurt and vulnerable after realising You had no one left. They of course noticed the way your voice would quiver or how You would refuse contact with anyone. You were simply adorable. And they needed to know more about You. EVERYTHING about You and your way of thinking bacause You showed them You weren't dumb, You showed them that You didn't fall easily into their open net as they expected. They loved it. They forgot about their plan to use You very fast and instead just wanted your love, wanted You to sorrow over them like You did after your friend

They become intoxicated with the tought of having You lean on them after they found out every small detail that You couldn't hide about your existente, yet they wanted more, needed more.

They Will manipulate You with their sweet words, get You to tell your story and they Will listen with such interest as if they Will engrave every word You just uttered into their skin. They needed to know everything, as if it hurt them not to. They would replay everything You told them, over and over, until it was impragnated in their very own soul

Of course, You are somehow human, You need conections with the outside so they use that fact to trap You. To pull you in their obsessive hold where You won't ever escape

The manipulators : jouno, Dazai osamu, shibusawa, Fyodor, Mori Ougai, Ango, William james moriarty, Albert james moriarty, Charles Augustus milverton, James bond, fukuzawa (?), Bram

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One word : devotion

That's what You can read when You look into their eyes.

They related to You, to how lonely You felt, they hated seeing You mourn for someone else. They hated the fact that they didn't know much about You and how skitish You were. You were an entity, a God, in their eyes. The reason they were put on this earth was to be in your presence.

They are like animals. Wild and dangerous ones that will claw out the eyes of everyone that comes to closer to You, they are ready to bite and break, to hurt and destroy anything to get their goal. To get to You.

No one is safe. They are the worst ones to have in your giving time. Not only would they torture your friend and any other being that You ever took the powers out of, but they Will do it and proundly procleim that now you're only theirs, that your heart only belongs to them . It's most likely that while they kill and dispose the bodies of "normal ones" the ones that are like You will be trophies, your friend the most precious one.

They'll lick at every wound You ever had that is healed or freshly made, they Will drink your blood as if it gives them Power to live. In your name, they do anything.

The devoted : LOUIS JAMES MORIARTY , Billy the kid, sherlock holmes, PAUL VERLAINE, Edgar allen poe (?), Nikolai, Ryonosuke akutagawa, Sebastian Moran, CHUUYA

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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months

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Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Mentions of attempted sexual assault, death, child death, certain amounts of grief, mentions of incestual marriages (It's ancient Egypt, y'all c'mon) canon divergence/merging

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Hah! Betcha I had y'all convinced it was Khonshu creeping through the window, didn't I? :D But also yeah, there's gonna be some inaccuracies here and there while I merge the show and comics (hello, it's fanfiction, duh) Also we get more backstory on Jezebel! Also idk why but this chapter feels off to me, maybe I'll be able to comprehend better (and possibly make edits) once I've had some sleep!

Taglist: @drinkingwithkhonshu

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Chapter 5:

Pomegranates

"And you're positive it's her?"

Jezebel gripped at the inside of her wrist, knuckles white. She swore she could feel the scales burning her palm.

"I know it's her. It has to be." She affirms.

Zephyr croaked from his perch nearby at the man who stood in a darkened corner of the room.

His hands clasped behind his back, his stark white suit stood out from the rest of him (save for the bots of golden button-up that peaked from beneath his collar). A cleanly shaven head, tanned skin and dark, piercing eyes fixing Jezebel with an intense glare from behind his glasses.

"Jezebel, there is no such thing, really, as knowing, and at the same time thinking something has to be what you want it to be."

"Yehya..." She hissed through her teeth, pressing her fingertips to her temple.

"I don't... I can't explain it to you. You don't understand. I know it's her. I don't know how I do, but... I just do. Trust me, okay?" She looked up at him, her brows softly pinched in a plea.

"I would never do anything to cause Him harm. If I ever did I would sooner kill myself. This could... This could lift Him up, Yehya..." She said to him.

"If it wasn't for your intervention, as well as Khonshu's... I would be dead like almost all of Ammit's blind followers. I would rather my heart serve the Moon, than serve the Soul-Eater."

"Well, Jake Lockley saw to that loose end being tied." Yehya Badr sighed, his posture slumping somewhat as he paced.

He looked at the small golden idol depicting Khonshu, the moon disc proudly displayed upon his head, and his gaze softened.

"Yes, He seems rather keen on utilizing Jake, lately. Whether or not Marc knows about him I cannot say, yet. I must admit, I missed Khonshu's voice whilst he was away, dealing with Spector's insistence on letting his alter, Steven Grant live a "normal" life..." His fingers brushed the base of the statue.

"I just wish he came to me for help. One Fist isn't enough to defend the world."

"It is a war on more than one front. Two Fists means He has more than one weapon to defend the innocent in different places." Jezebel said, sipping her spicy tea.

"Perhaps Khonshu kept you here to carry out his will in his absence? He trusts you enough, believes in your abilities enough that he doesn't need to hang over your shoulders like he does with that Spector fellow and his... brothers."

"Maybe you're right." Yehya said, tilting his head as her turned to look at her again.

"But we're getting off track." He moved to sit in the chair across from her, gingerly holding the teacup in his large hand as he sipped silently.

"You've seen her?" Jezebel asked, quirking a brow.

"Yes. And frankly, she looks like death. She looks like she isn't sleeping, or eating. I'm honestly curious as to when was the last time she saw a doctor."

"There's a reason for that." Jezebel set her cup on the small plate with a clink.

"And that is..." He asked, raising an eyebrow in return.

"She came to me almost a week ago, now. She's been having what she assumed were dreams, but from the little context she's been able to disclose they sound like... visions."

"And these dreams only happened after..."

"She's had them her whole life. They've gotten more intense, more disturbing to her after I gave her the statue and told her to pray to Khonshu for protection."

She reached out to the crystal ball in the middle of the table and waved her hand over it. Briefly, an image of the moon swirled in its depths, before vanishing.

She showed him the conversation she'd had with you, the things you said happened, what you dreamt and what happened to the man who tried to rape you.

Yehya's brow furrowed deeply as he listened, absorbing every detail before the images in the crystal vanished.

"...That does sound concerning. You... Do you think Khonshu himself saved her? Directly?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Jezebel sighed. "She can't ascertain any details of her dreams for me to build more, and well... Given that it has been so long, perhaps she has access to magic, like I do. It can explain some of the things she dreams, her "feeling" as she describes it... Things change, though that body isn't the original, who is to say she doesn't have a gift for magic in this life?"

"You're a mystic. A priestess. This woman... She cleans offices." He said skeptically, leaning back in the chair.

"Merit was simply the cousin of a wealthy man." Jezebel said, her gaze narrowing sharply. "She was a scholar, a scribe. That isn't much higher than a cleaner, these days."

"...A scribe with the ear and arm of a god." He murmured.

He met her gaze with his own.

"But you don't know for certain."

"It... It might not be Merit. It could be someone else, but I just..." Jezebel ran a hand through her hair.

"I feel it, Yehya. Inside me. I feel a connection to her, and it's one I haven't felt since..."

Yehya reached out and touched her hand in a comforting gesture, knowing the subject was a tense one for her.

"I know." He said. Then, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes with a sigh that he exhaled slowly.

"I will investigate, watch this woman from afar. I will see if there is any truth to your suspicions. And if there is, I must watch her, ensure she is kept safe so history does not repeat itself."

"...Maybe she can tell us who killed her." She whispered softly.

Yehya's head snapped to look at her. "Whoever it was is most likely long dead."

"But if they aren't... Justice might finally be dealt. He can finally have closure to the mystery." She insisted, tapping the table with her fingers.

"Perhaps." He conceded.

Yet again, Jezebel astounded him.

"Has Khonshu mentioned any changes with Merit's tomb?" She asked him. "Has anybody found it?"

"No, it is tucked so far away within the desert and hidden with magic. The previous Fists did well to conceal her tomb and keep her safe. Khonshu would certainly have mentioned if interlopers had raided the place."

"Good. Maybe one day..."

Yehya made a dry chuckle.

"If this woman is Merit. Maybe. But who wants to visit their own grave?"

"You'd be surprised, Yehya." Jezebel smiled, sipping her tea.

"Graveyards are often haunted. By the living and the dead. Some by choice."

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You pulled at the hem of your apron beneath the table, nerves frayed and body exhausted.

When was the last time you ate? You ate this morning, right? You were sure of it.

You had honey and bread, with some dates.

Or... did you? Was that another dream, too?

But, wait...

You hadn't slept. At all. You were so sleep deprived that the line between the waking and sleeping world were blurred so well that you were jumpy, seeing things even when you were awake.

You would be walking down the street and all of a sudden you'd be on a cliff, overlooking some kind of town, or a city, the stars and moon shining high above you. You stopped yourself before you fell over the edge, or a large hand on your shoulder jerked you back.

Yeah, when you snapped out of it you saw you had almost been hit by a car and a cyclist pulled you back to safety before you got turned into street pizza.

You were dreaming even when you were awake, it seemed.

Right now, a horrid pit was in your stomach, your nerves tangled and twisted violently together. You had been up for nearly three days. You knew that legally you were insane once you'd gone past the 72 hour marker. But you were just so afraid to sleep because of your dreams that you just... You couldn't. You couldn't stand it.

And here you were, in your boss's office. Not just the guy in charge of the cleaners, but the whole building itself.

It was currently 9:27 am, your old, beat up watch told you.

You raised your eyes to look at your reflection in the small mirror on his desk, and squeezed your eyes shut.

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The incense filled the air, the smell coming in off the Nile and the blooms around it being carried on the wind, straight into your house.

You hummed as you looked into your golden mirror, applying with great care and practice your kohl eyeliner, applying your wings; being careful not to poke yourself with the stick. Then, you begin drawing out your eyebrows, the end slope following the curve of your wings.

You take a moment to admire yourself, smiling proudly at the turquoise coloring you'd applied on your eyes, and how well it complimented your looks, highlighting the blackness of your liner, and stood out starkly against your darkened skin.

Setting the kohl stick down, you grab the reed with the red ochre attached and begin to daintily apply it to your lips, giving yourself a nice red tint.

Once finished with that, you placed your used tools on your makeup pallet.

When you were finished applying your makeup, you set down your mirror and reached out to your cosmetics box, and grabbed a small ivory pot and opened it and dipped your fingers in the scented oil, dabbing it on your wrists and throat, rubbing it into your skin in gentle circles, the spice and sweetness mixing together into an intoxicating scent.

You run your hand over your shaved scalp, feeling the fuzzy beginnings of new hair growth start to form. You frowned.

Ugh, you'd have to shave it again when it got too long. You did not want to risk getting infested with lice.

You would cross that road when you came to it.

You stand, and go over to the chest at the foot of your bed, trying to decide on what to wear, as you were still only clad in your small trappings that only covered your nethers.

It was rather hot today, the heat already stifling in the early morning.

So, you decided on your beaded dress. A garment that left little to the imagination, yes, but given the summer heat many opted for the most breezy and comfortable clothing available in their wardrobes, the richer ladies opting for beads to accentuate their beauty.

You grab the garment and slide it over yourself, beads tinkling as you do so. The upper edge lay on your ribs below your breasts, the straps coming up and over your shoulders to cover your breasts (barely, given the style of beading).

Once clothed, you walk back over to your vanity and grab the golden and beaded neck collar your father gifted to you a week before he died. It was your favorite piece, depicting the face of your mother, who, passed away not long after your younger brother, whom had drowned when playing in the Nile. His body had gotten swept away in the currents and it was a full day before they fished him from the waters.

Your mother mourned painfully, loudly... Her cries, you felt, could still be heard even in your dreams as a girl...

Your father told you the pain of losing him was simply too much, and the Gods decided they couldn't keep her separated from her younger child any longer; that her prayers and desperate cries for her son broke the very heart of Anubis himself, so they showed mercy and claimed her early so she could reunite with your brother and ease her suffering.

After your father's death, the golden collar had been modified at your request, showing a depiction of both your father and brother as well, happily holding onto one another in Sekhet-Aaru.

The only members left of your family were you and your cousin, whom your father once tried to marry you off to. You declined, and surprisingly your father accepted. Mostly because your cousin had already expressed an interest in the daughter from another noble family, one closely related to the royal line. Your cousin graciously allowed you to live with her and his new family, mostly because you and his wife had become steadfast and loyal friends, especially after you helped her through the birth of their daughter. Your cousin exalted her birth and graciously left lavish offerings to Taweret and Hathor as thanks for their protection during the pregnancy and birth.

You sighed wistfully at the thought of family. Your parents would never see you wed, or have children of your own. Your father passed away three seasons ago, leaving you the last of his line.

The collar had always allowed you to feel their embrace, even if it was only by the cold of the soft metal and beadwork.

You sigh once more at the sentiment and go to put in your heavy turquoise earrings (to match your makeup and the beads on your dress). Then it was the ivory bracelets on your wrist, and the simple silver anklet that hung over your foot, the cold material soothing you.

It had been a recent gift from your lover. It pleasantly surprised you, you honestly hadn't expected him to be one for gifts such as these.

Inside the anklet were carvings depicting a poem of sorts dedicated to you.

"To my love,

Without you I would have no sky.

There would be no inky black to hang the stars,

The jewels of the night.

Or for the Moon to rest and shine down upon you."

You giggled as you reached for your crimped wig, sliding it comfortably into place before applying the gold and silver chains you hung as a sort of extra ornamentation. After that, you reached for your linen shawl and draped it over your shoulders, tucking it in so it concealed yourself just a bit more conservatively than your dress on its own did.

Afterwards you slipped on your most comfortable sandals and grabbed your basket, as well as whatever items you would need to trade for things you'd need or like. Sure, you could have the servants do the shopping, but then you'd never get out of the house, save for when your lover whisked you away into the night.

You wanted to feel the sun on your skin, as blistering as it was, feel the breeze on your face; feel the atmosphere of a bustling market.

You pause to look at the altar across from your bed, where the incense burned and your offerings lay.

You wondered if you should shed these clothes once you got back from the market, or from the Palace this evening.

You certainly had an excuse, it was hot, after all.

He would come tonight, your lover. And already you knew what the night would entail once the two of you embraced.

Before you leave your room, you lean over and kiss the statue on the altar, smiling happily.

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You jerk your head up with a start and blink when you see your boss sitting in front of you, looking concerned.

You glanced down to your watch.

9:32 AM.

It felt like hours you had been in that dream. Maybe less, but it sure felt like a while. But it had only been a few minutes. Did you nod off when you weren't paying attention..?

He repeated your name again, and you cleared your throat.

"Y-yes sir?" You asked meekly.

"I've received several concerns from your coworkers about you." He sighed, opening the file and flicking through the papers.

"You've been a loyal employee, you've almost never missed a day since you were hired..." He continued to list off the hood things you'd done since coming to work, there.

However that icy, nagging feeling in your gut wouldn't go away.

"But the concerns are regarding your well-being. At first I paid them no mind, until I saw you with my own eyes." His bushy brows furrowed deeply, a frown crinkling his salt-and-pepper beard.

"Alec is a good friend of mine, and he as well told me how you've been feeling. He also told me recently about a man who has been spotted in the vicinity, watching you through the windows."

"Th-that was one time..." You peep.

"Well, given everything that's happened to you, kid... I'd rather not risk it." He scribbled something down in one of the binders on his desk, before hastily typing on his computer.

"As of this second, you're on your PTO."

You felt your mental train derail as you blinked dumbly at him.

"But--"

"No buts, missy. You're obviously not well, and I can't have you passing out on the job or falling down stairs. That's dangerous to your health and my company's reputation. You've racked up enough time to..." He blinked outrageously.

"...You've worked long enough that you could take a few months off work. For now, I'm giving you just two. You need to see a doctor, and get help."

He locked his gray eyes with yours.

"I think you got narcolepsy, kid. I had an aunt who had it when I was a kid. It's not good, that's what got her killed. Passed out at the wheel and got into a wreck."

He stood up from his chair, walked over to you, and rested his hand on your shoulder, fixing you with a gaze most would save for their child or grandchild.

"Trust me, kid. You're one of the best cleaners I've ever hired. Probably the smartest, though Alec tries, bless his soul. The man has admitted he's never been the sharpest tack in the box..." He chuckled a bit. "I'd hate to lose you to your health, of all things. It'd be easier to handle if you were poached out by some other company."

Your jaw hung, opening and closing but you couldn't think of words to say.

"Go on, kid. I have a meeting to get to. Go home, eat something, and take a nap."

As you were gently ushered out of his office, you were left in the quiet ambience of the sterile hallway, the buzzing of the lights above droning endlessly into your ears.

Great.

Just great.

What the hell were you supposed to do for two months?

Maybe... you could conduct some more research. Learn more about Egypt, keep writing your dreams down, and go see Jezebel again...

But first things first... You had to figure out why your hands wouldn't stop tingling.

That would have to wait. At this point you didn't care if you didn't get well-rested.

You needed sleep.

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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 6 - Three Little Birds

📜 just a PSA for you all that I love each and everyone one of you, and I’m so grateful this group of people bring each other up online then bring them down (for context, I had a bad experience with a social media post this past week (never again am I sharing videos of me riding)... the equestrian community can be so ruthless🤦🏻‍♀️) So I’m happy I can come here and feel supported.

I apologize in advance for a sad Sadie in this one. We also have a little bit of a time jump in this one!

❗️18+, strong language, angst, godmother reader/original female character, deployments, and a Sad Sadie (She needs her own warning).

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You wish you could say you weren’t expecting it to happen. That the routine of their 8 to 4 day didn’t lull you into a false sense of security. That the Saturday nights and dinners and time spent together would last forever.

But that was the deal when your friends were in the Navy. Time was a luxury only a few could afford.

And your time with them was past due.

This Saturday night was designated game night. On game nights, Sadie would rummage through the few shelves on your bookcase you set aside for games, puzzles, books and other activities to find a selection of games she thought the others would like.

You would make finger foods, and your kitchen island would be littered with big plates and trays so everyone could come and go as they pleased. Sadie would go looking for your Cards Against Humanity set, despite hiding it in a very unreachable place, and you’d race from the kitchen to snatch it out of her hands, always telling her she could play it when she was older. She’d wait for a second, then say, “Okay, I’m older.”

You'd laugh at her, and she would laugh back. Only this time, your doorbell rang.

You froze. You always left your front door open when you knew to expect them. They knew they could walk right in and make themselves at home.

Walking to the front door, you became nervous, weakly clutching the handle as you twisted, pulling it back to reveal the entire team lined up side by side, standing together on your porch. All of them together, minus Mav? It took only one look for you to know.

They had been called up.

“When?” you gasped.

“Tomorrow night,” Phoenix replied sadly. “For at least three months.”

Something sharp pierced the centre of your chest, your ears boxed, and your throat closed shut, taking you back to that Friday night at the Hard Deck with the phone call. You barely acknowledged the pain in your forearm, where you had reached up to grip it tight, fingernails biting into your skin. Your heart, thumping hard, now aching for your friends and the unbearable weight Sadie would have to carry.

If only you had had this talk with her sooner. Ridley never made it home to her that Friday night. And now she had to shoulder the knowledge her newfound family could be taken away at any moment, the difference being it was an expectation for a possible someday, not the outcome of a random accident.

You couldn’t help but crumble into the door frame, your head falling to the wood as the first sob worked its way up your throat. Nat immediately took you into her arms, hugging you tight. You wrapped your arms around her, weight sagging into her, as you realized you’d now have to learn how to cope without your friends being there for you and Sadie.

“Sadie,” you gasped into her shoulder. “How am I going to tell her?”

Nat pulled back, grabbing your cheeks. “We can do it together. She’s a lot stronger than we give her credit for.”

You huffed a laugh through your tears, Nat pressing her forehead to yours in an effort to give you the strength to ground yourself. You hated when people saw you cry.

Tearing yourself away from her, you looked to Bob, who had moved beside you. “Sadie’s going to be okay. She has you.”

Jake opened his mouth to say something but paused, mouth agape, when a voice called out from behind you.

“Aunt Liz? What’s going on?”

You stiffened, tearing yourself away from Jake’s gaze as you turned to face Sadie, wiping at your face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, coming to stand in the open door frame.

“Bug, we need to have a chat,” your voice wavering as you spoke.

“What do you mean?” she looked from Nat, Bradley, and Jake to the rest of the team standing on your porch.

You reached out your hand, stepping forward to meet her with a sad smile. She stared up at you as she let you lead her back inside, leaving the front door open for the other to follow and taking her over into your family room.

Bradley was right on your heels, sitting beside Sadie once she settled on the couch, taking her free hand into his. Nat also followed, resting her elbows on the back cushion behind Sadie while Jake leaned against the wall, arms crossed and glancing intently between the pair of you. The others decided to hang back, letting you have your space to tell her.

“You know how the Daggers are in the Navy, right?”

Her voice was small as she replied, “Yeah?”

“Well, they need to go away for a little while. They need to go and help protect some people.”

“Okay?” she said softly.

“The thing is, Bug,” you paused, tucking a piece of her hair back behind her ear, “There’s a chance some of them might not make it back.”

She reeled back, eyes so childlike and innocent. “What do you mean?”

Feeling a tear run down your cheek, you couldn’t begin to form the words to explain that this might be the last time she saw her aunt and uncles. Just like her mom, you didn’t want to explain that this particular Saturday night might be the last chance she could spend with them.

It took her a minute, but you could see the realization on her face, your silence and tears filling in for what you couldn’t say. Her mouth dropped slightly, and her eyes started to relax from concentration. What followed was the understanding, her brow furrowing, nose scrunching up.

Then came the grief.

“No,” She cried out, bottom lip starting to quiver. “No!”

She turned to Nat, who smiled sadly at her as she started to sob. Rooster hooked his arm around her stomach, pulling her back into him. Sadie turned in his hold and buried her face in his chest. Bradley dropped his forehead to her shoulder as she cried.

"I'm so sorry, Bug."

When it came to things like this, Ridley and you decided early on you’d never sugarcoat things with Sadie. Like when you moved out when you went to school, telling her at five years old you wouldn’t be living with them anymore, but you’d be a visit, a phone call, a drive away from her. She had been upset, but she had accepted it.

Would it have been easier on her if you did sugar coat it?

She didn’t want to let Rooster go, even as Nat reached down to rub her back. Sadie openly wept, and you couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch her crumble. Looking up, Jake was still up against the wall. Only his head was bowed, eyes closed, tensing his body every time Sadie’s escalating cries filled the room.

It was intense, everyone trying to get through the game, eat dinner, and forget what would happen tomorrow.

Sadie tried her best, but even as she sat beside Rooster, she didn’t want to let go of his arm, leaning right into his body as she played the game. Bradley humoured her. If he was uncomfortable, he didn’t let on.

Bob accidentally knocked over his deck of cards onto the floor, causing everyone to laugh harder than they should. You took the moment to excuse yourself, disappearing to collect dishes and retreat into the kitchen while everyone was distracted trying to find his cards.

Plugging the drain, you turned on the tap, squirting soap into the sink, watching the dishes submerge under the rising water, gripping the edges of your counter hard until your nails hurt with the force.

It was how you were feeling. Like the world wanted to drown you with things beyond your control, and you couldn’t stay afloat. Your friends were your saving grace, next to Sadie, and now, you found yourself wondering what you might do without one of them.

“She’ll be okay, Liz.”

"I feel guilty, crying like this when you guys are going off saving the world, risking your lives.”

Jake came up behind you, placing a hand on your back. “Because you’re worried about her?”

“It’s not just her I’m worried about Jake,” you sniffed, wiping at your eyes. “God, I feel selfish.”

“Oh, is someone concerned for little old me?”

“Yes,” you exhaled. “Especially you. I’m afraid you're going to do something stupid in the air.”

“Best of the best, Liz," he reminded you. "Or aren't you forgetting who we are?"

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You said, stepping forward to turn off the tap before turning back to face him, his green eyes wide.

“You have nothing to prove to no one, Jake. Please remember that when you are up there.”

Jake stared at you for a minute before stepping forward, grabbing your arms below your elbows to pull you to stand in front of him. You let him, too numb to protest or to react.

“The both of you are going to be alright, Liz. You're going to wake up tomorrow and carry on your day like you always do. And the day after that and the day after that. You don’t need to worry about us.”

You sniffed. "I always worry about you guys."

“This isn’t anything we haven’t already done before. And I can’t say for the others, but when I get back, you, the bug, and I are going to celebrate.”

“I didn’t scare you off?” you huffed with a smile. He scoffed, “As if.”

He watched as you shook your head, eyes downcast as you bit your lip. “Come here,” he said, pulling you into his chest, the palms of your hands coming to rest behind his shoulders and your head resting sideways on his chest. You could hear Jake’s heartbeat steadily thumping away beneath his shirt.

It did more for you than any kind words or long hug could have.

“We’ll be back to annoying you on Saturday nights and back at the bar before you know it.” He said, his voice low and his hand flexing on your back.

Despite everything you were feeling, you believed him.

The night carried on, and Sadie didn’t want to go to bed before they left. You didn’t blame her, watching as she held her sides, fighting sleep while sitting on your front porch step, only lit by the two lights on either side of your front door.

Rooster kneeled down in front of her, a hand on her shoulder, “We’ll be back before you know it, Bug.”

Natasha followed, lowering herself down next to Bradley. “You need to make sure your Aunt doesn’t burn down the house.”

Although she was sad, Sadie cracked a smile at Nat’s words. She glanced between the two of them before launching herself off the step, throwing herself between Nat and Bradley to hug them at the same time.

“I love you guys,” she said, bowing her head. Nat and Rooster pulled her closer, wrapping their arms around her to grip each other's forearms.

“We love you too, Bug,” Nat replied.

Sadie made her rounds, saying goodbye to everyone. When she made it to Jake, he kneeled down in front of her, opening his arms as she threw herself at him. He whispered something in her ear. Sadie nodded before burying her head into the crook of his neck.

You would have observed them longer had not Bob and Coyote approached you, hauling you into their embrace and reminding you to take care of yourself. As did Fanboy and Payback, who followed not long after.

Bradley had pressed a kiss to the side of your head, an arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close for probably what felt like minutes. Nat butted him out with her hip to tackle you into a hug, making you promise when she came home, you’d go out for drinks.

Then came Jake, standing in front of you with an apprehensive smile.

You couldn’t stop yourself, hot tears streaming down your face as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder. Jake froze for half a second before his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

The Daggers didn’t seem to mind the close goodbye. Maybe they were too occupied by Sadie. Or perhaps they recognized your need to say goodbye to everyone, even Jake, given your history.

“Be safe, Jake,” You whispered into his shirt. Jake squeezed you tight before pulling back, still in his arms, as he looked down at you. He stared at you for a few seconds before leaning forward and pressing his lips to your forehead, humming against your skin.

“See you soon, darlin’.”

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Despite the long-lasting promise you and Sadie made when Ridley passed away to be there for each other, neither of you caved in the months after. However, with their absence, it went unsaid that promise would extend toward the Daggers.

It had been three weeks since they left on deployment, and Sadie had caved.

It was the same routine. She’d wake up, pick at her breakfast with red eyes, get dressed and stay silent on the way to school. When you could pick her up, she wouldn’t run to greet you at the end of the day. On weekends, she stayed quiet, barely saying a word. And the minute she finished her homework after dinner (math homework returning to being troublesome), she’d retreat to her room for the rest of the night.

She was back to the shell of the person she had been before Phoenix and Rooster inserted themselves into your lives. And even as you tried to help her, she never allowed you to see her cry. She was putting up a front and wouldn’t let you help her.

You knocked on her bedroom door. “Bug, can you please come out?”

“No,” came a muffled reply.

“Sadie Bug, please. I miss them too.”

“They won’t come back.”

“You don’t know that.”

Halloween was worse. It was probably one of the last few times she would have wanted to go out before she deemed it too childish. Instead, she curled up on the other side of the couch, watching Halloween movies as you answered the door, not even saying a word.

“Can you please come into the family room? So we can be there for each other? Maybe we could put vinyl on?”

You were met with complete silence.

“Okay,” you relented, hugging yourself. “I’ll be out here if you change your mind.”

Stepping away from her door, you treated down the hallway to your kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea before curling up under a blanket on the couch. You pressed yourself into the back cushion, cradling the steaming cup to your chest as if it would fix the pang in your chest.

You looked around. The family room table was littered with Sadie’s math homework, you staying up late at night to try and figure it out for her. If Jake were here, he’d be able to help her, you would think every time you got frustrated.

Jake.

In the few weeks he had been gone, you found yourself thinking about him at the most random of times. Making your coffee in the morning. Working at the Hard Deck, passing by the dartboard or the pool table. You had known him less than a month before he was called off, yet you felt his absence the strongest.

Sadie missed him too. And that had to count for something.

You saw her, out of the corner of your eye, half hidden behind the wall. You gave her a soft smile, lifting the edge of your blanket as an invitation. She didn’t hesitate, quickly walking forward and diving under the blanket. She curled herself into your side, legs hooked over yours, head buried into your neck as you covered her, snuggling her in tight.

Whether she was done putting up a front or the comfort was too much, Sadie started to cry in front of you for the first time since they left.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you said, “Your aunt and uncles are the best. I know for a fact they will do anything to make sure they can come home.”

“I want them to come home,” she whimpered into your chest. “I don’t want to lose them, like Mom.”

“You know what she’d say if she were here?”

Sadie sniffed. “She’d tell us we don’t need them.”

You snorted. “Well, besides that.”

She shook her head. Tugging her close, you replied, “She’d say we would have to keep moving forward, doing things because they can’t. I think Aunt Nat would want that for us too.”

Sadie dropped her head to your shoulder. As you threaded your fingers through her hair, an idea popped into your head, a result of the conversation you had with Penny the week prior.

“How about this?” you said, pulling back to look down at her face, wiping away a stray tear. “Aunt Penny was going to send Uncle Mav a care package. How about we see if we can send something to the Daggers? A letter? Polaroids?”

She bit her lip, contemplating what you said. “I bet Uncle Bob would want to see some of the bugs you’ve seen,” you encouraged her.

Her next words were like a punch to your gut.

“Can we send one to Uncle Jake too?”

Uncle Jake. Not Hangman, Not Jake. Uncle Jake.

It was only natural Sadie would start calling him that. Oh, Rooster and Phoenix wouldn’t be happy about this. Yet, there was a part of you that was secretly pleased Sadie had, in her own way, officially accepted Jake into the group.

He deserves a chance, right? To know people care about him?

“Why wouldn’t we send one to Uncle Jake?”

That’s how you found yourself sitting with Sadie at your kitchen table, sheets of lined paper and copious amounts of her polaroids in front of the two of you a few weeks later. She had separated a few into piles, each designated for a Dagger, with envelopes neatly labelled with call signs, all organized beside each other.

You wrote letters to each, filling them in about Sadie and placing them next to her letters on the table when you were done. Mav’s mostly included updates about Penny and Amelia, knowing he’d like to hear it from somebody else to confirm things were okay.

But when it came to Jake’s, you drew a blank. You attempted to write ‘Jake’ on the first line of several pieces of paper, trying to form that first sentence, only to get frustrated and crumple the page in your hand.

“Do you like him?” Sadie teased, grinning at your efforts.

“What?” you stuttered, looking up at her. “No, I just don’t know what to write.”

“You had no problems with the others,” she replied, spreading a group of photos in her hand like a deck of cards.

“Cause I knew what to say.”

“And you don’t know what to say to Uncle Jake?”

While you were glad to see her mood was improving, you could do without the teasing.

“It's different. He’s new to the group.”

“Yeah, he’s different,” she giggled before returning to sort through the photos in her hand. Scanning through the polaroids, Sadie spied one she had forgotten she had taken.

Something at that moment clicked in her head, her mom’s voice forming the idea from memories of overheard phone call conversations and teasing remarks while she glanced up to make sure you weren’t watching her - you attempting to start Uncle Jake’s letter once again. Picking the photo from the group, she slid it under the others in the pile before you could glance back up.

“What are you sending him?”

“Just some photos of the hike.”

“Oh, can I see them?” you asked, extending your hand to grab the photos she had put in his pile.

Sadie was quicker, reaching out and snatching them right from under your hand. She threw her hand with the photos above her head while reaching for the smaller blue envelope with Jake’s call sign with her other. She quickly pulled everything into her lap so you couldn’t see her, placing the collection of polaroids inside and hurriedly bringing the waxed edges to her lips, sealing it tight.

Her answer was final as she glared at you.

“Nope.”

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You had no idea how Penny swung it, but with her being an Admiral’s daughter, you figured she still had some sway.

Were video chats a thing in the Navy? You had no idea, but she had come bursting through the Hard Deck doors one day while you were working, wanting your email address. When you asked her why, she replied, “Well, don’t want to talk with them?”

When would you never say no?

Sadie could not shut up about getting her own screen time with each of them, however, spread out they were. Almost bi-weekly, she was on a video chat with a Dagger. Of course, Rooster was first, followed by Natasha, Bob, Coyote, Fanboy and Payback. She even got some time with Maverick. And Jake, who still helped her with her Math homework, from god knows where, probably on the other side of the Earth.

You had to pick. While Sadie had special circumstances from Cyclone (She could hook anyone around her finger, even stone-cold Cyclone), you could only choose three.

So here you were, sitting at your desk on a cold afternoon, fiddling with the knick-knacks on your desk or organizing your pens as you glanced up every so often to find the spinning ball of death running on an endless loop on your computer.

That was until you heard his voice.

“Hey, darlin'”

The first thing you noticed about Jake when you looked up at your screen, even with his trademark smirk, was how drained he looked. Jake had dark circles encasing his eyes, his shoulders slouched, and while you found yourself admiring the cocky smile, it was a tired one.

“Oh, Jake, are you okay?”

He shook his head. “They have us alternating on early morning runs.”

You grimaced. “Rooster and Phoenix said you guys are going up a lot. More so than usual.”

“There’s a lot going on here.” You knew he couldn’t say much more on the subject, yet you still wanted to know how he was doing.

“Have you had a chance to talk to your family?” His face tensed up at your words, his eyes casing downwards before he managed a reply of, “Just my sister and her husband.”

You frowned. You knew he was speaking about Janet. When Jake told you he had an older brother and a younger sister, you thought maybe he had a somewhat supportive family. But now, it didn’t sit right with you they didn’t want to speak with him, let alone his own mother, while he was away on an active assignment.

You’d expect nothing less from his father.

“When was the last time you spoke with her?”

“Not since I went for a visit. She’s expecting her first kid in a few months.”

You were genuinely happy for him. “Jake, that’s amazing. You’re going to be an uncle.”

He didn’t look at you as he spoke, “Slightly worried about what this kid will be born into. If I’ll be good enough for them.”

You couldn't help but empathize with him. It was the same reaction you felt when Ridley asked you to be Sadie's godmother.

"If it's worth anything, you're great with Sadie. This child is so lucky to have you looking out for them."

While Jake gave you a soft smile, he didn’t reply, staring down at his lap for a few seconds before looking up and beyond the camera. You could tell he was getting lost in his own head, worrying about the future. The look on his face was one you caught yourself making in the mirror most mornings while thinking about Sadie.

Suddenly, he sighed, looking back at the screen. “For once, I’m going to say enough about me.”

You giggled at him. “Hangman not wanting to talk about himself, what is the world coming to?!”

He smiled at you. “How is the bug?”

“She’s not happy you guys won’t be home for Christmas,” you told him. “But better.”

“I got your letters. And her polaroids. What was she doing around an F-14?”

You had taken Sadie to the nearby Warplane museum in an attempt to make up for her missing her aunt and uncles, hoping it might bring her closer to them. An out-of-commission F-14 had been on display, and Sadie just had to get her picture taken in front of it. She had put herself somewhat out of the frame of the camera, leaning into the shot while holding up a peace sign and sticking her tongue out with a cheeky grin.

It was one of the first photos she had put into the pile, insistent it went to Jake. You managed to catch her writing on the back, ‘Come home soon.’

“She really wanted to send you that one,” you laughed. “We went to the warplane museum, thinking it might bring her closer to you guys.”

“The both of you need to come with me next time. Get the full experience, history, you name it.”

You couldn’t help the slow grin, your eyes widening as you exclaimed, “I knew it! Jake Seresin, you are a geek about planes!”

You watched as he leaned closer to his camera, eyebrow raised. “And here I recall somebody saying everyone was passionate about something? Flying is practically my personality?”

“Yeah, but not the tall, good-looking Naval officer who was probably a frat boy in school geeking out over planes.”

He didn’t hesitate. “So you think I’m good-looking?”

“I said good-looking, not handsome,” you shot back. “Your ego couldn’t handle it.”

“You called me handsome before.”

“I was being rhetorical, you were trying to get into my pants, calling me the ‘most beautiful girl in the bar.’” you teased him.

“I wasn’t lying.”

It took you a few seconds to register what he said. His tone was serious, leaving no room for you to come up with a witty comeback, some smart retort without sounding down on yourself. You had called him a liar then. You certainly couldn’t call him one now.

You didn’t think you were, maybe average and plain. A person who liked cozy sweaters and fuzzy socks. Who’d rather spend time curled up with a book than spend free nights out having a social life, going to a bar or partying with friends.

Everything you assumed was not Jake’s type.

Ridley would know what to say in situations like this, you thought, what to make of him telling you something like this from the other side of the world through a computer.

“What else did she send you?” you asked, changing the subject. “She didn’t let me see.”

He shrugged. “Just a few she had taken from the hike. There’s one of her and I from the picnic. I have it in my locker.”

“You mean when you stole her Sour Keys.”

There was no shame in his grin. “So worth it.”

You snickered, Jake joining you. The conversation had its natural pause, and the silence wasn’t awkward. Looking at Jake through a screen, you felt like you had permission to stare at him. Whether it was time apart, the distance, or longing. Or the fact you told Jake something so private about yourself, and he didn’t go running.

It was easier to allow yourself this moment, to entertain the possibility that maybe there was something more than the friendship you were trying to build with him before the reality set in, and you reminded yourself just why Jake was so far out of your league. Why you were just imagining things that weren’t really there.

But looking at his face, his eyes uneasy, you knew what he would ask next.

“Any news with the review?”

You shook your head, eyes fixing on your keyboard. “I called. They said maybe after the holidays.”

“Liz, it's going to be fine.”

“You don’t know that, Jake,” you said quietly, looking back up at the screen. “I still don’t know who put in the request. I haven’t been able to figure it out. Even if everything turns out fine, what’s not to say something else is going to happen?”

He paused. “Would it make you feel better if you knew?”

“Obviously, but the list is either short or non-existent.”

“Then we will figure out who when we come home.”

“Jake, you don’t...”

He interrupted you, his tone firm. “It’s Sadie.”

He was right. It was about Sadie. It was her future, knowing whether she’d be safe with you or without. You needed to know what, or who, you were dealing with.

“Okay,” you finally said. “If you don’t mind.”

He shook his head, then grinned. “Besides, the three of us have some celebrating to do when we get back.”

You couldn’t help yourself, “Just the three of us?”

His eyes lit up. “If that’s what you want.”

There weren't many opportunities in your life for you to say 'Fuck it' every once in a while. Ridley told you to fuck it when she submitted your college applications and told you to move to San Diego. When the both of you decided enough was enough and move halfway across the country to escape your lives in the aftermath of your mother passing away.

But Sadie's words rang harder than any warning the Daggers, or Penny, could have given you. Jake did deserve people in his life who cared about him. He deserved a family that cared. And the fact Rooster, Nat, and even a small part of Coyote at Sadie's soccer game that day couldn't even recognize that... it filled you with anger.

Ridley's voice was in your head, screaming Jake needs you, Lizzie. Fuck what they think.

If some of his team couldn't do that for him, if his own family couldn't, you and Sadie would.

"I do." and then, "You might have a surprise from Sadie when you get back. We miss you."

There was a shout from somewhere in the background, Interrupting Jake, causing him to turn towards the noise before looking back down at the screen, “I gotta go, darlin.”

It was true you, you did miss him. And yet, while you were grateful for the minutes you got to speak with him, you still were left feeling like it wasn’t enough.

“Be safe, Jake. Come home.”

You caught Coyote’s voice just before the video cut off, not thinking much of it.

“Yo, did you tell her about the photo in your cockpit?!”

----

It was a few weeks after your call with Jake you found the courage to start looking through some of Ridley’s things. You had no idea where it came from. The storage locker hadn’t been touched since you brought Sadie home - Rooster, Phoenix, and yourself having played a game of Tetris to shove everything in.

You always had some excuse for not going through it. You were too tired. Other things took priority. You’d do it tomorrow. There wasn’t enough time.

Really you should have called it for what it was.

You simply weren’t ready.

But with Sadie’s first Christmas without Ridley only a few weeks away, you needed to buck up and open that door. If not for you, for Sadie’s sake.

You asked Alyssa to join you one day while Sadie and Will were at school. She was more than happy to provide the support, knowing how hard it was for you. Even as she followed you down the rows of lockers, the layout making you feel like you were in a prison cell, awaiting your sentence at the end of the hall, she was a welcome reminder you could do this.

But you hesitated when you reached that yellow door, big bright numbers taunting you from their perch above.

“You don’t have to do this,” Alyssa placed a hand on your shoulder.

You shook your head. “Yes, I do. It’s time, even if it's something small.”

Oh, you wished you could take those words back the moment you saw everything. It was overwhelming to reach the bottom of the roll-up door and pull it up, revealing the numerous boxes and garbage bags of your sister and Sadie’s things. It even smelled like her in there, the small traces of her floral perfume hitting your nose, making your stomach turn.

There in the back corner, you spied a box labelled ‘Sadie X-mas”. You zoned in on it like it was a lighthouse in a storm. Just the Christmas decorations, you thought, then you could get out of here and go home.

But another box was stacked on top of it, way higher than it should have been, with various folders hanging precariously out of it. It wouldn’t be easy to get it out.

You stepped between two boxes, weaving your way to the back of the locker. Something sharp caught on the laces of your shoe, yelping as you twisted backwards onto a garbage bag of clothing, arm flinging sideways, knocking the tower of boxes over.

Alyssa shouted your name, charging forward to get to you in a last-ditch effort. Bracing yourself, you covered your head with your arms as boxes toppled into you. It hurt, sharp corners and heavy objects hitting your stomach and arms in such a way you knew you’d bruise.

Pushing boxes away, you could see her standing over you, pulling at loose objects that were pinning down your hips. The tension in her shoulders relaxed when she realized you were okay.

“God, you weren’t kidding when you said you were a klutz,” she huffed.

You rolled your eyes, holding out your hand. “A little bit of help, please?”

Alyssa pulled you up somewhat dangerously, your foot slipping on a piece of paper as you regained your balance.

The contents of the boxes were scattered across the storage locker, mostly papers and random notes. You’d sooner leave than start the process of cleaning them up while having to rifle through the spaces between the boxes. But Alyssa was already making the effort, gathering whatever was closest to her and placing them in the overturned box nearby.

Groaning, you forced yourself to collect what you could, only searching for specs of white in your peripheral vision, not the words on said boxes or stopping to consider what might be in them. You were almost done, spying two more pieces of paper lying on top of another garbage bag shoved into the corner.

Then Alyssa gasped.

You looked up to see her holding a piece of paper from a notebook in both of her hands. The page looked like it had been folded over in such a way it appeared to be a letter.

“Lyssa? What’s wrong?”

Wide-eyed, she looked up, holding it out to you. “You need to read this. Seriously.”

You reached out timidly, taking the paper from her as your eyes skimmed the page. You recognized the handwriting, though you couldn’t place where. The date in the upper corner was marked a few weeks before Ridley died, and you thought you saw Sadie’s name mentioned a few times, though it was difficult to make out.

But as soon as you reached the bottom of the page, you shrieked, jolting and throwing the paper out of your hands.

There, signed clear as day…

Let me know.

Tyler.

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