#much life or death. and he got mad and said I'm gonna hand up on you and my mom was like nooo don't say that to our daughter and i was like.

[startrekgaysex]

Wanting my dad dead is not enough for real

#he got mad because i called him on his vacation because i needed help with something hugely important like not to exaggerate it was pretty #much life or death. and he got mad and said I'm gonna hand up on you and my mom was like nooo don't say that to our daughter and i was like. #ok screw you! and i hung up. my cousins were there with me so he left once again in evidence that he's an asshole in front of my mom's fam #which. they know but a reminder never hurts

[love-lilly02]

The Challenge pt. 5

Authors Note: this one is gonna make yall mad, i already know it. Also i think i'm gonna have to create a schedule of posting on weekends as apperently all my ideas for this story hit on fridays.

Chapter warnings:

minor character death, mentions of suicide

“You can’t do that!!”

“I can and I will.” Laswell said, closing the file. “She’s on a solo Op and that’s final.”

The boys all rolled their eyes, sighing heavily. 

“Let one of us go, Las. We can’t just let her walk into the lions den-“

“Price, that’s enough. She has her assignment, you have yours.” 

“But we don’t have an assignment.” Price stressed. 

“Exactly.” 

Another round of complaints. 

You had left the room long ago, departing as soon as you had received your mission. A solo op, just an intel gathering. Get in, get the information, get out. 

Get out of one of the most heavily guarded buildings in all of Russia. 

What could go wrong?

“Okay, I’ll be the one to say it.” Kyle stepped up, leaning forward in his chair. “I don’t trust that she’ll be able to get out of this place. Even with her level of skill, that’s something no one’s been able to pull off without dying.”

“If you’re worried about her, you can say that you know.” Laswell said simply, raising an eyebrow. 

The whole room went quiet. 

“Alright, look. I don’t know what’s going on between you four and her, but get it under control. I had enough of it when you lot-“ she points to Ghost and Price-“ wanted those two-“ She points at soap and Gaz- “to join your… whatever this is. I’m not dealing with four children mooning over my best asset.”

“We are not moonin’-“ Ghost protested at the same time Price said “I thought I was your best asset?”

Laswell just rolled her eyes. 

“I’ll put you boys on cam duty. How’s that?”

“It’s enough.” All the boys agreed.

You could feel their eyes on you as you adjusted your weapons for the fiftieth time. The suit they had you in was very different from the gear you normally wore, instead of cargo pants and a vest you had on a completely black bodysuit with a matching hood and shoes. Various knives and fewer guns than you would like were hidden among your body, and you kept anxiously touching them to be sure they were actually there. 

You looked like the Black Widow from the Avengers. As far as you could tell, the boys thought so too, with the way they kept sizing you up. 

You weren’t entirely sure if you liked that fact or not. 

You knew exactly why they had chosen you instead of Ghost or Kyle for this mission- you were a lot quieter. They could think quickly and kill faster, but at the end of the day you moved around quieter, left much less noticeable tracks than they did. 

This stupid challenge supported that idea. 

“Keep touching ‘em and they’re gonna rust, lass.” Soap called over the comms, and you shot him a glare. For the sake of the mission- and your life- you had decided to temporarily cast aside your feelings for their last behavior, allowing them to talk to you again. Some people, like Gaz and Price, understood you would need space after what happened. Ghost and Soap, however, did not get the memo. 

“She’s allowed to touch ‘em, Johnny. They’re her knives. ‘Sides, I don’t suppose knives can rust by just touching ‘em anywho.” 

“Awh yea they can! I’ve seen it ‘appen me self.” 

“Drop it,” Price warned.

Both boys responded with a simple, “Sorry captain,” and the helicopter was silent again. 

“Okay. One more time, what are you doing?” Price couldn’t help but be nervous as your drop zone crept closer and closer. 

“I get dropped off and enter through a side window, go through some rooms and get to the main center to put the information on the computer with a red chip into a flash drive. 

Price nodded and ran his hand along his beard, a nervous habit you noticed he developed. 

“Okay, good. The boys and I will tell you where to go and when it’s safe over comms, and-“

“Price. I’ve heard the debrief over fifteen times now. I got it.” You said, doing one more quick pat down to make sure all your knives were in order. “I trust you. Now you need to trust me.”

“Drop zone approaching!” The pilot called, and they all watched as the plane opened to reveal the darkness of the night. 

“Wish me luck,” You said, pulling the hood over your head. 

“Luck,” they all chorused back weakly. 

And you jumped out of the plane. 

Anxiety coursed through Ghosts veins as he watched you jump. A while after, thirty seconds as planned, you deployed a parachute, barely visible in the night. It was dangerous to have a black parachute in the dark but it was a risk they needed to take. 

There was complete radio silence the entire time you landed. That was another rule, unless you were receiving directions or telling them something important you were to be radio silent at all times. To “make sure no one hears or picks up anything,” as Laswell said. 

Ghost thought it was a load of bullshit. 

Simon agreed. 

Truth be told, he worried for you. Both of him did. This was something he wouldn’t be able to pull off, not even with years of training for it. And they were sending you in with less than a few hours notice?

A suicide mission. 

He hadn’t asked, if this was what you wanted to do. He didn’t ask if you were okay with risking your life, possibly dying, for the “greater good.” He honestly wanted you to disagree, he wanted you to protest, say they were stupid for sending you on this mission.

But you had just listened quietly and took the file. 

“At the drop zone, headed to the entrance.” Your messages were short and to the point, and he could see the others relax at your words. 

“Right, stay on standby,” Ghost said, loading up the cameras. 

“Copy.” Then silence. 

Once he got the feed loaded he quickly scanned the cameras for you, his eyes flicking back and fourth. 

“There,” Kyle said, pointing to one screen. You were kneeling behind a bunch of crates, watching the entrance carefully. 

“Okay. Move left, there’s a side entrance, you might have to pick a lock or two.” 

“Copy,” and you moved towards the door. They watched as you crawled, seemingly gliding across the concrete floor. Once you reached the door, it took a total of three seconds for you to slip inside. 

“Door’s are locked. What’s the next move?”

“Shit, that was locked?” Soap asked, even though his comms were off. 

“Suppose so. Two desks down to your right.” 

And so it continued. They gave you directions and watched as you absolutely flew though the levels of the building. Till finally, you were where you needed to be. 

“Okay, transferring the information.” It shouldn’t take that long, Ghost told himself. He watched as you stayed crouched behind a wall, nervously tapping on your thigh as the transfer commenced. 

“Done!” They could all head the relief in your voice, even if you tried to hide it. You put the computer back where it belonged, tucking the flash drive in your pocket. 

“Good job, now head out the way you came, it’s-“  Ghost stopped short when he saw two men walk into the room. They were soldiers for the enemy team, the Russian flags in the middle of their vests displaying that. To your credit, you heard the voices and stayed pointedly in place.  

The two of them spoke in gruff Russian to each other, monitoring the room carefully. They were going a bit too slow, getting a bit too close for Ghost’s liking. And, based on the way Kyle was gripping his shoulder, for him too. 

They kept snooping, till finally one of them jumped out into your hiding spot. 

It was absolute chaos after that. 

You stabbed the one who found you, using his body as a shield when the other started shooting. You fired your own shots and landed one with rough time to drop the guy you were holding and run out of the room. 

By this point, multiple alarms had been tripped, and you abandoned all sense of decorum, flying down steps quickly. 

“Get the fuck out of there!” Ghost yelled over comms. 

Apparently that didn’t warrant a response. 

The cameras he was using to track you were being taken over, and he was quickly loosing visuals. 

“Mirage, do you copy?” 

“Mirage, what is your position.”

“Damnit Y/N, answer me!”

But he was met with silence. 

And for the first time since Las Almas, Ghost felt truly afraid.

For what it was worth, you had heard Ghost yelling over comms. And you had wanted to respond to him, but the current circumstances made that harder than you would have liked. 

There were soldiers shooting at you almost constantly, and maybe about two or three snipers on other buildings. And you had about five more stories to get down, not to mention an entire parking lot- which was swarming with soldiers, you checked- and somehow get back on the evac vehicle alive. 

One step at a time. 

Having cleared two floors already, you burst through a nearby office, breathing out a small sigh of relief when no one occupies it. Over the comms you hear a voice saying something, but it’s Price now instead of Ghost. 

“Mirage, there’s a supply drop headed your way, what’s your location?” He doesn’t sound as worried, and you can’t help but wonder where Ghost went. 

“I’m hidden in an office, sir. If there was a drop there would be no way for me to reach it without being ambushed.” 

You’re met with silence for a moment, before Price comes back into your ear. 

“Copy that, just get to the parking lot in one piece. We’ll take it from there.”

You just roll your eyes. As if that wasn’t your plan to begin with. 

The stairs seem endless as you run, down flight after flight after flight. You seriously considered taking the elevator but decided against it- they were Russian, not stupid. Once you make it to the room you entered the building through you’re throughly disappointed to find it’s occupied by a few armed guards. Nothing you couldn’t handle, so long as you went out quietly. 

Carefully, you made your way behind the first one, pulling one of the longer knives out of your thigh holster. In your other hand, you slip a throwing knife, crouching silently. 

It takes a good few minutes before you’re able to make a move, throwing the knife in the eye of the guard at the door before you stab the one in front of you in the neck. The other two load their guns, but you’re faster, flinging two more throwing knives across the room into their heads. You allow yourself the time to collect your knives and slip out of the door, just in time to hear more gaurds enter behind you. 

Close calls that just keep getting closer. 

You’re able to see the parking lot now. And as you expected, it’s absolutely swamped with enemies. There were small cracks in the defenses, however, just small enough for you to slip through if you were careful. 

You stuck to the shadow of the trees, figuring darkness was your best cover. Carefully, you picked your way through the ranks of men receiving instruction, having to duck to hide behind cars multiple times. Finally, you were close enough to make a break for it and just test your luck. 

And that dammed supply drop just had to show up. 

Immediately, it set off widespread panic, and in the chaos one of the soldiers stumbled over to your hiding spot. Before you understood what was going on you were being hoisted up by multiple soldiers and brought into the center of a light, surrounded by angry Russians who were yelling at you in one of the few languages you couldn’t understand. 

Finally, one man walked up to you and said simply, “Where is the band of coonies you work for?” He looked kind of familiar, with almost a dad bod and dark eyes to match.

“Don’t respond, that’s our target.” Price insisted, and as if he could hear him, the target looked up to your ear. 

“American.” He spat out the word like a curse, and looked at you with an even nastier scowl. “A shame, you are very pretty.” He said something in Russian, and the men all raised their guns and pointed them at you. 

“Wait!” You shouted, and to your surprise, the target stopped. He turned to you slowly, and raised an eyebrow, signaling for you to continue. Carefully, you moved your hand to where the flash drive hid, pulling it out. It glinted red in the bright spotlights, and the target stopped dead in his tracks. 

“What is that?” He asked, stalking closer to you. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased further. God you had a bad habit of teasing men. Maybe it’s what got you into these situations. 

“Give it to me,” He said, practically running at you. 

“Mirage, whatever you’re about to do, don’t. Do it.” Price was yelling, and you could hear the chaos of the helicopter behind you. 

“Listen to me, American girl. I will give you one chance to give me that flash drive. And maybe we will let you out alive.” The target stopped a good distance away from you, holding out his hand. You just smiled. 

With a flick of your wrist, the flash drive was replaced with a pin. “Over my dead body.”

And a grenade went off- right where you were standing.

Authors Note: this is completely random but i've decided to open my inbox for requests, not just COD but across all fandoms, and i'm doing a bit of blog reorganizing so i'll get to them fairly quickly (tonight that is)

also don't hate me lol the next chapter will be out next week if all goes well

My Masterlist

#cod x reader #poly 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #poly 141 #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #simon ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[beanghostprincess]

I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-

What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-

Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)

Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner

Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)

Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her

And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??

Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).

Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.

─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉

The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".

And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.

Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-

Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped

Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK

Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool

Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG

Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here

Zoro: Thanks, dad

Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it

Sanji: Who's Princess?

Zoro: My sister

Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?

Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?

Zoro: I forgot

Sanji: I'm going to murder you

And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.

─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉

When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.

But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"

Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.

Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!

Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.

Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-

Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF

Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.

Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.

Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:

Shanks: I DID THAT TOO

Zeff: You did what, too?

Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually

Zeff: You did not-

Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here

Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?

Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!

Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.

Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.

Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME

Shanks: But I did a good job!

Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."

─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉

Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.

So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.

Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).

But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.

However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.

And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...

Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you

Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day

Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?

Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!

Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.

Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.

Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.

Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).

When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:

Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.

Law: Thank yo-

Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.

Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-

Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.

And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.

#this was really fun to write #they all love sanji #i love sanji too #and also they're so iwenfjksndf #the lawsan one ended up being kind of sad #but y'know the other two are funny #one piece #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #red leg zeff #zosan #lusan #lawsan #that lil bit hint of shuggy bc i can't control myself

[cloudywriting05]

enjoy the silence. ｡˚⋆☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆ peeta mellark. {1}

→ THG peeta x fem-reader 3 parts.

→ 1, 2, 3

→ may be grammar errors

→ tw: mainly fluff, mentions of anxiety, some 18+ content, partial smut etc.

→ summary: you and peeta are the district 12 tributes for the 74th annual hunger games. you have severe anxiety, and peeta knows how to calm you down, somehow.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　

You stared aimlessly out of the window hoping, wishing, something or someone would come and save you from your situation. Looking down at the Capitol buildings, inside of the apartments, wondering what your life would've been like had you been one of them instead. Your eyes continued to wander.

The Capitol looked peaceful at night, but it did not bring you an ounce of comfort. You knew you were going to die in that arena in 8 days, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The thought of your own gruesome death made your heart speed up, along with your body temperature. Your breaths became quicker and suddenly you found yourself holding your chest, begging yourself to stop the incoming attack.

"Hey."

The familiar voice startled you. You turned around and met eyes with Peeta, your fellow tribute. "Oh, hey. What're you doing in here?"

"I just wanted to check in on you, you seemed really out of it at the table."

"I'm fine, I'm just– I'm thinking right now."

"About what?" He asked, still standing in the doorway.

"Come here and look at this." You said. He silently agreed and made his way towards you. He propped himself right beside you and stared out the window patiently.

"What am I looking at?"

"Look at those apartments. They get to go to sleep at night knowing they'll never have to experience what we're about to go through, I'm mad about it."

"Some people are just born lucky and ignorant. They don't have any original or real life experiences and, I'd rather die in the games than like that."

"They're gonna watch me die in a couple of days." you felt that pit in your stomach again by the end of the sentence. Your body tensed up and your heartbeat sped up without any hesitation. Your inhaling got louder and suddenly your hand was right back on your chest.

Peeta's head shot towards you, "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna die." You dropped to the floor in a squat and held the sides of your head. You couldn't contain your tears and within an instant, you were a mess. Your head buried between your thighs, and every realisation hitting you like a brick in that exact moment. You were gonna die, and every way that it was possible would not stop running through your head.

You felt arms embrace you. "Listen to me, breathe, it's okay."

"Peeta, I'm gonna die."

"No, you're not. I promise you, you're not. Sh, sh, look outside for me." His hand caressed the top of your head, encouraging you to follow his words. Your watery eyes opened to the view of the Capitol once again. "It's quiet, the entire Capitol is silent. It's never like this."

You sniffled quietly, he was completely right. "It never is, they made so much noise when we came."

"I know, it's silent for us. Enjoy it while we can." You peered up at him, he was already glancing down at you.

It was never like you, never in your character to randomly kiss anyone but in that moment, in that time; it felt right. You slowly leaned, hoping to God he would lean right back. And so he did. You felt his lips press softly against yours. You pulled away suddenly and sprang to your feet as fast as you could.

"This is insane."

"What? Did I do something? I'll leave, I'm sorry." He apologised, his eyebrows furrowed.

"No, it's fine, Peeta. You didn't do anything, it's me. I just kissed you after barely speaking to you back home, it's selfish and weird of me."

He picked himself off the floor right after and stood across from you. "Selfish, how? I've wanted that to happen for the past seven years of my life. Don't act like you don't know how I felt about you before we got here, I made it clear."

"I know, and that's why it's selfish. I don't wanna kiss you because of the situation we're in right now, because I know I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it back home. It's not like me, Peeta."

"I know how you're like. You would panic over what bread to choose back home for your family. All I could think about while we got here is if you were gonna panic and die on me in the train. Look, If you need space, I'll step out, okay?"

"No. Stay here with me. Please?"

"Always."

Within minutes, you were resting on with Peeta. Your head on his chest, your hand over his heart. His heartbeat calming yours. You didn't want to think about how this was temporary, or the wasted opportunities back home. You were here with him now, he calmed you down and now you're okay.

"Peeta."

"Yeah?" He replied.

"Can we try and win?" You asked. Not for your district, not for anyone, but because you wanted more nights like these. In his embrace, talking to him like this.

"Of course, of course."

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[jisunghannie]

Healthy and Happy

PAIRING: Bangchan x fem!reader

WARNING: Mentions of death, gore, car crashes, injuries, blood, hospitals, reader in a coma, reader, reader being called jagiya, swearing, and Chan getting hurt, physical contact (slapping, etc).

SUMMARY: You and Chan were trying to get to the car but you kept waking up in a dream after every death you had experienced. Was it a dream? Apparently it was, a dream of life or death.

WORD COUNT: 2,436

A/N:

.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch

.°• ✿ •°. = Flashback/Present time

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

-ssi is used to describe someone older (Maknaes, Changbin, and Hyunjin use this to address you!)

-ah is used to describe someone younger (Lee Know uses this to address you!)

It was another day as you and Chan had another date. It was like date after date after date. It wasn't a bad thing. You loved it. You loved being spoiled by him and being shown off by him. He never wasted a moment with you.

All the STAYs were oblivious to your relationship with Chan. You had always taken his pictures for him in public. He loved them and posted them on his instagram. He was so happy he could barely keep himself from kissing you after every picture you took. You loved it though. After the last date. You were on your phone admiring the pictures and next thing you knew, you heard Chan yell out.

"Y/n! Watch out!" You heard Chan's voice as you got hit with a car. As everything went black.

When you woke up. You woke up in a cold sweat. Scaring Chan awake he listened to your dream.

"But you don't get it Channie! It felt so real!" You told him as you were pulled into a close hug. "If that were to happen I think I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that I just watched you die." He told you seriously as you kissed his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere Channie." You said as he hugged you tightly. "I know jagiya... but it feels like you are..." You laughed at your silly boyfriend as he looked at you with his big eyes.

You and Chan had more time as you watched him perform and dedicate songs to you. You smiled every time you thought about all of the songs.

"Y/n-ssi, how long have you and Chan been together?" Jeongin asked as Chan wrapped his arm around your stomach. "Since high school. She's been with me for a long time." He said kissing your cheek as you giggled. "Since his senior year and my sophomore year." You said as Felix's eyes widened. "Holy crap, Chris you are a preda-" Before Felix finished his sentence Minho jabbed his elbow into Felix's side. "Relax, if you think about it y/n-ah is just 3 years younger than Chan."

You smiled realizing that moments like this would never get old. Realizing how long you and Chan had been together had made you feel like you were the luckiest ever. You were with your first love since high school and he has even been your high school sweetheart. You couldn't believe time had passed so quickly. You wanted to have time stand still. So you could be with him forever.

"Jagiya, you okay? You look deep in thought." Chan asked as you looked at him kissing him.

Jeongin and Seungmin turned away, Felix and Hyunjin were eating so they didn't pay much attention, Jisung was play-flirting with Minho again and Changbin just stood there. "Real mature Bangchan." Changbin pouted as Chan smiled at him after the kiss. "You're just mad that you can't find someone as good as y/n." Chan said, sticking out his tongue to tease Changbin. You smiled as Chan put on your shoes for you. "We are gonna head out." He said as he took your hand and helped you up.

After you hugged everyone, you told Chan that you were going to go across the street to get to the car first. He nodded as he took out his keys.

When you walked, you saw on your left a car was speeding in your direction. You were halfway down the street. You ran to try and reach the next half of the road but you didn't.

You ended up getting hit.

Your last memory before you blacked out was Chan hugging you, drenched in your blood, begging you to stay with him. And then.

You woke up again.

You had the nightmare again. Chan once again woke up and you explained your nightmare to him. You told him how you had a dream in your dream that you had also been hit by a car as Chan hugged you. Just like he did in the dream.

"If that happened, I would be there for you and quit my job and, and-" You kissed him to make him shut up. "Channie, I'll be fine." You said as he sighed. "I think we should go to a hospital to get it checked out." He suggested as you sighed, "Will that put you at ease?" You asked as he nodded smiling. "Then let's go." You said as he got up and got ready.

On your way to the hospital, you and Chan were hand in hand the whole time. Once you guys had got there the doctors there had told you guys that nothing was wrong and that you were just stressed. You guys then left.

"I told you it was nothing Channie." You told him as he smiled. "Sorry, I just thought it was concerning." He said embarrassed as you laughed. A crowd passed you guys and you guys had gotten separated. You planned to cross the road, you were careful this time and pressed the button waiting for it to let you cross. Once it shined to let you pass. You walked across. And just then. You saw a car. Speeding. Chan had seen you and ran to you pushing you out of the way.

When you hit the floor, you turned and Chan had gotten his right arm run over. "Channie!" You yelled out as you ran to him. Hugging his body with his gushing arm. It wasn't torn up but it was very bloody. He smiled and kissed your cheek. "It's okay. I'll be fine." He said as you cried and hugged him.

"Just wake up jagiya... I just need you to wake up..." Chan said as you woke up from another nightmare.

What the fuck was happening.

Again, you continued your constant cycle of being hit by a car or Chan getting hit or something. But it's always involving someone getting hit by a car.

The last nightmare was horrible. You knew that it was just a nightmare but why was it repeating?

One of the recent nightmares wasn't as bad, just slightly weird. You had woken up and washed the dishes that were flooding up your sink.

"Hey lover," He said, hugging you from behind as you did the dishes. You smiled. This was like your everyday routine. However, the more you thought about your normal routine. The more sad Chan looked.

"What's wrong Channie?" You asked as you caressed his cheek. As you felt tears drop on your cheeks.

.°•○>><<○•°.

Chan knew that it was a nightmare. He held you close to him as he cried. "Please wake up... don't be stuck in this coma forever..." He cried as you were in a coma, hooked up to different machines and everything. He had been banged up in the car accident that sent you in a coma.

.°• ✿ •°.

You guys were in JYP Entertainment and had to go back home to get rest for the concert the next day. As you guys had walked to the car, a car flew by you guys, hitting both of you. The impact was so hard. Chan was knocked into the car and you, into a lamppost. You're head hit the lamppost causing you to black out and Chan to black out.

The next thing he knew, he woke up in a hospital a week later. You were unresponsive but still alive. Chan ran over to your room with the little strength he had as he looked at you. You were unconscious for a week just like Chan yet unable to respond. He was heartbroken. "Bang Christopher Chan," The doctor said as he looked at the doctor. "Be aware that Ms. l/n may not wake up for a while. It'll take her some time." He said as Chan looked at limp body.

Over time he recovered and had to perform again, but these days he was stressed and tired. He slept less and less the more worried he became.

"Bangchan, you should take it easy." Hyunjin said as shook his head. "If I do who will take care of y/n and... and who would make sure she is okay and-and" He was stuttering, he was extremely stressed out as Minho grabbed his shoulders. "We can deal with y/n-ah. She would be heartbroken to see you like this." He told Chan. Chan understood what he meant but it just didn't feel right. "Just relax." Changbin said as Jisung nodded and smiled. "We can always help you out too Bangchan." Jisung said as Felix smiled and Seungmin hugged Bangchan.

For the first time, he cried. In front of his members. He cried.

You were so important to him and losing you was like losing his whole group. Even more. All of you guys were important to him. He didn't want to accept the fact that you could be in a coma forever.

.°• ✿ •°.

It had been exactly 10 months since you got into your coma. Chan didn't know how to feel, he covered your medical bills but didn't know what else to do so he read to you every day and showed you his new songs.

He hoped that you would wake up. He always wondered why it had to be you. He wondered why it couldn't be him. He knew you didn't deserve it so why did it have to be you? That he didn't understand. He just-

"Bang Christopher Chan?" A voice called out as his eyes darted to the door. It was your sister. She never approved of him. He held your hand tightly. "I'm sorry... I really-"

He was cut off by a slap to the face.

"I knew you were a bad choice the minute my sister introduced me to you!" She yelled as she hugged you, tears welled her eyes. Begging you to recover. "Why didn't you tell me or any of her relatives!?" She asked, screaming. He knew that it was his fault for not reaching out. But he knew it was better than them being stressed out.

Once she realized the eyebags under Chan's eyes, the puffiness of them, the books by him, the scar on his eyebrow, the tears that stained his cheeks, along with the red mark from the slap she covered her mouth in horror.

"Did... you...?" She hesitated as he nodded.

"I didn't see the car and when I did it was too late... I blocked her but," His voice cracked, "The impact was too strong and I let go once the crash happened, but..." His voice breaking as more tears rolled down his cheeks. "I should've just thrown her out of the way if I would've just woken up a week later..." He cried as your sister looked at you. "How long has she been here for...?" She asked as Chan inhaled, "She's been here for 10 months!" He yelled out horror painting on your sister's face as he bit his lower lip, biting back his sobs.

Your sister hugged you tightly. "Come back little sis... I know you're in there... please... I know you can hear me... wake up if not for me... wake up for your boyfriend of damn near 10 years..." She said as Chan chuckled lightly and held your hands, kissing them.

.°•○>><<○•°.

You continued to have these nightmares. You didn't know whether or not it was because you were stressed or if something was seriously wrong. Whatever the reason was. You were suffering and you could barely keep it together. If this is what torture felt like. You'd rather die.

"You can't leave me, not like this!" Chan yelled as you cupped his cheek. Closing your eyes, wondering when the next time you'd wake up.

Except this time, you woke up in a hospital. You were taken aback to see a sleeping Chan. You caressed his head as he woke up and hugged you tightly.

"Oh jagi!" He tripped over his own feet. You giggled weakly as he helped you up and took you to the doctor telling him that you guys we're going home. The doctor nodded which you thought was weird. You were more cautious this time. And this time you were right to be cautious. A car, speeding by as you pulled Chan.

"It's like you knew that car was coming." He said, impressed as you sighed, "I kind of did..." You admitted as Chan laughed, "That would've been bad if I got hit like you did wouldn't it..." He said jokingly as you looked dead serious. He then cleared his throat and took you to the car. "Shall we?" He asked as you giggled. "We shall." You replied.

You drove home happily with Chan until. You guys got into yet another crash. You sighed waiting for the next awakening, you wanted this to stop as you closed your eyes. Hoping it would just stop.

.°•○>><<○•°.

Chan looked at the heart monitor as he noticed less and less beats from your heart. "No, no, no, no, god no!" He yelled as your sister started screaming for a doctor.

Doctors came in as they performed different things on you to keep you from passing on.

Chan comforted your sister as she cried. In the waiting room. She sobbed for about a day. When the doctors came out they sighed and told them that you were fine but the next time that happened you might not be so lucky.

This broke Chan's heart. He didn't want to see you pass. He wanted to be with you, he wanted to see your laughs and smile, but he just knew it wasn't going to happen. At least not yet anyway.

He was still optimistic and wanted to have you close by his side. He knew that much.

.°• ✿ •°.

More time had passed, Chan was still very much sad that you hadn't woken up yet. He couldn't believe that it had almost been a year since you went into a coma. He was so hurt, unknown to what could happen next. He changed the water from your flowers and picked the ugly petals. It was one of your habits. A habit that never quite left him. He smiled as he looked at you, hoping you were sleeping peacefully. He smiled.

As he looked down, his tears hit the soil that had been buried over you as he was on his knees.

"I love you jagiya... happy 10 year anniversary..." He said as tears poured down his cheeks as he sobbed and choked out all the tears and cries he could in that moment.

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[romanarose]

Kiss It Better

Joel Miller x gn!pregnant!reader

Masterlist : Taglist

Summery: You catch Joel staring the scar on this forehead.

Warnings: Mention of suicide attempt and child death

short lil dabble from last minute inspo

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Life was good these days. Tommy said he hadn't seen Joel this happy in 20 years; you had a good life together. You and Joel were happy together, you were parental figures to Ellie and now had a little one on the way. As a family, you frequently spent time with Tommy and Maria and their two kids; Tommy was a fun uncle, to be sure, always showing Ellie the new guns and gadgets he got or made. In fact, all of you were on your way over to their house for dinner now. Yeah, everything was good, you and Joel were happy.

Joel was in the bathroom washing hands before you head out, and you wabble over to the bathroom to ask him for a hand down the stairs. At 8 months, you were a little off balance and didn't want to risk a fall.

"Hey sweetie, can you-"

He tries to hide it but you saw him, leaned into the mirror and poking at his scar on his forehead.

"Oh, hey darl'n, you ready to head down?" Joel tried to act as if it hadn't happened.

"What were you doing, baby?"

Joel sighed, realizing he'd been caught. "Noth'n I was just... hope'n it'd faded way by now."

You feel your shoulders droop as your head leans over. "Sweetheart... It's been 20 years, don't think it's going to fade away any more."

"I know." He wouldn't look at you as he began cleaning up his beard trimmings.

Carefully, you approach him. “What are you worried about, Joel?"

He signs, fidgeting with the faucet. "The baby. I just don't know how I'm gonna explain something like that. Don't want 'em think'n I'm weak or can't protect them because of it."

No wonder he'd be acting strange. You take his hand and guide him to your bed so you can sit him down. Still holding his hand, you catch his sad eyes. "You got nothing to be ashamed of. You lost your daughter, baby. That's enough to make anyone want to end it, with or without the world ending around you. But you survived it, and you survived the next twenty year. You pulled together for your brother, for Ellie, for me-" You place his hand over your large stomach. "And you'll do it for the baby. Know why? Because you are a protector at heart. You are a protector, a provider, a good man, and the love of my life."

Joel nodded, but looked unconvinced. "With Ellie it was... different. She needed to hear it, to hear the real story... after everything she'd been through, you know? I just don't know how to talk about that sort of thing."

"You don't have to." You assure him. "We can just say someone shot and missed, I can talk to them if you'd like. It's your story to tell. We can only hope that baby never knows the loss that you, me and Ellie have... but we still live in this world gone mad. Whatever happens, they'll know how strong their parents are. They'll know they have a sister, and one in heaven. A sister their dad and uncle loved so dearly they did everything in their power to save her. They'll know how much their dad and uncle loved each other and how for years they were all they had. They'll know about Tess, Frank, Bill, Reilly, and everyone who made up a family when everything had fallen apart. And they'll know, more than anything," You bring his hardened, calloused hands up to your lips for a kiss, locking in with Joel's watery eyes. "That their family loves them, and will do everything to keep them safe and happy."

Joel closed his eyes tightly, attempted to hide back tears but one escaped. "Thank you baby, that means a lot." He wipes back the wetness with his flannel and stands, aiding you in rising. Joel doesn't let go, arms wrapped around you, and you kiss his temple right where his scar is.

"I love you, Joel Miller. Every part of you."

The moment was broken by Ellie yelling up the stairs that you two are taking too long and she was walking over to Tommy's. He was fixing up an old motorcycle and she wanted to learn.

You smile and laugh as the door opens and shuts, Joel carefully aiding you down the stairs.

Joel Miller loved you, he loved his brother, his sister in law, his daughter, his niece and nephew and he loved that little life growing inside you, and you knew he'd do whatever it took to protect the life he had now, including taking care of himself.

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I don't write a whole lot of Joel here I know, but I do have some of him on my masterlist here, but if you like how I write Joel and you like dark fics, yo may like @romana-after-dark bc I got quite a bit of dark!Joel there, including a new Handmaid's Tale AU!

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[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c7. Beware of the dog.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, EDs and death.

song to listen to when reading this: Dark red, Steve Lacy.

abstract: Simon. I don't fucking know what to say about this chapter, I was moving in autopilot. and I'm just being a decent fucking human being, what do you expect me to say really? just start reading already.

She took a look around. The men in the room were looking at her like she was gonna spontaneously combust and explode. Some of them had their lips pressed in a thin line. I'm sorry Jude, this is the part fo the movie where you die! Simon on her right was frowning, his eyebrows slightly peering through his mask. She started imagining if she just left right now. Took her dog, got to the airport and moved to Spain. The Maldives, maybe. She started a new life as a new person once at 18, she could do it again now seven years later. Or maybe she just needed to go home, smoke every little bit of weed she had left, curl up in bed and die. She started laughing. She had always thought her laugh was the most awful sound in the word. She started laughing, she looked psychotic. She hid her smile with her right hand through her head back. Her voice was the only sound in the room, ripping apart the air. It was a terrifying sight. Fuck me sideways. How could she be so stupid to get back to that job in the first place, after what happened in 2021. 'Oh God…' she sighed when she regained a little bit of control over her laughter which still lingered in the air like a distorted melody. She was still smiling. The first time he saw her smile, laugh even. It sounded real, she sounded genuinely delighted.

Simon decided he wanted nothing to do with her right in that moment. She scared him to death, who knew a woman could be this attractive and scary at the same time. Price seemed to think showing her the calendar wasn't a good idea after all and quickly took the piece of paper and pushed it to the side. 'Look Jude, we're gonna escort you home, it's gonna be fine, we're going to continue to look for him until we have to leave.' He was trying to calm her down and, frankly, she looked perfectly fine. She looked like she was at a dinner party with her favourite friends, a glass of Champaign in her hand, her eyes shining with little tears of joy from laughing too much. Except, she laughed because she was scared. 'I've seen this film before, captain', she said, her words sounded venomous. Her eyes were dark, filled with sorrow and regret. Something like this happened before, and the captain knew.

'No, I'm telling you, it will be fine.' Price was trying to convince her. 'Gentlemen, we have an early flight tomorrow, we're going to keep looking for Arash until we find something and we'll brief again at nine, tonight. If they know we're coming, things might get ugly.' Jude was no where to be found. Well, she was still in the room, but her smile left space to an expression of defeat, like she had accepted her fate. Her eyes didn't look as bright, she kept wiping the palm of her hands on her thighs. Simon had noticed. His eyes locked with the captain's and they understood each other. Take her away, this was the sign. He quickly turned towards her, slouching downwards to speak closer to her. 'Let's go Jude', he instructed. She didn't look up at him, keeping her eyes low, but made her way to the door. He was walking beside her matching her speed. 'Take your car, I'll follow you' he said, and she still didn't answer.

'Jude' he called and finally she looked at him 'What!?' She raised her voice. She was mad again. Like the first time he saw her, fists curled with rage, on the verge of tears. He tried to keep his voice as gentle as he could. 'It's alright, everything's going to be fine', he tried to talk to her like he would do in an hostage rescue situation. 'I'll get you home. I know how to do my job', he reassured. He thought knowing he knew what to do might make her feel better. She nodded and quickly walked to her car. He followed her car all the way to the city, trying not to lose her in traffic. She parked in a busy residential street and he quickly followed. When she got out she looked for him, and waited for him to get out of the truck. She trusted him. Not because he was someone special, but from what she'd gathered he was someone Price trusted, he was probably good at his job. And he seemed kind.

'This way' she said, making her way to her apartment. She gave him her keys, he made his way to the door and got his gun out of the holster. He then noticed the little sign on the side of the door. 'Beware of the dog'. 'You scared of dogs?' she asked quietly, appearing on his side like the angel on his shoulder. Under his shoulder, let's say. Now, was he afraid of dogs, no. Did he have the best relationship ever with animals? Focus, you have a job to do, kill the dragon, save the princess. 'Stay back'. He opened the door and peered through with his gun drawn. The only sound that came from inside was a loud bark and paws on the floor. The puppy greeted him by sniffing his feet, his tail was wiggling. Not much of a guard dog, was it a German Shepard? The lights were out in the apartment, Jude made her way inside and flicked them on. She looked around and everything seemed as she left it. 'Ciao, si ciao' she spoke to the dog, who was clearly excited to see her, whining and stomping his paws. Simon tried to remember the words she said, so he could guess her native language. Spanish?

He looked around her living room and kitchen. Her house resembled her personality. There were books scattered on the coffee table, at least 5 of them, an empty mug as well. Books and papers on the sofa as well, maybe she was studying something? Black big reading glasses, with huge lenses. There were posters on the walls, art he didn't recognise. Nothing much on the shelves, minimal decor. A tall lamp in the corner of the room. He noticed a polaroid picture with someone with short hair. So you do have a boyfriend… Her kitchen was clean. It was a nice kitchen, she didn't have a table but two stools under a kitchen isle which probably served as a counter too. It was connected to the wall. Again, folders and scattered papers, maybe work. The dog bed on the floor. A lot of plants, he didn't think they were fake. An ashtray next to the window. Smoker? 'Can I check the other rooms?' he asked. To be respectful, you know. She nodded and he made his way to her bedroom. The door was closed. He glanced around the room, he checked the toilet as well. The bed wasn't made. She had light blue bedding. The room smelled like her, like lavender. She had a stuffed animal on the bed, a sheep. She had fuzzy slippers, probably a size 5. On the wall, more posters. He noticed a painting of a scary dog's fangs. Books on the nightstand, books on the wooden window sill. He saw a bra hanging from a chair and that was his cue to leave. In the toilet, one single toothbrush. So… no boyfriend?

'All clear'. She was standing beside the door, her dog at her feet was licking her hand while she petted him lazily. 'Thanks' she offered him a smile, a tiny one. She looked more relaxed. They stood looking at each other for a few seconds. Until he couldn't hold it in any longer. 'What happened last year?' He saw her expression darken, her shoulders tense. Who do you think you are to ask like that? She straightened her back and let go of the dog. He remained at her feet, wanting attention. 'You should learn to mind your business.' She made her way to the kitchen. She passed by him and didn't make eye contact. 'You should have some respect when you talk to people’ he answered. He didn't have time for this. He was fucking stupid to think he could speak with her, actually acting like a 10 year old. The dog came closer to him and sniffed his shoes. 'You know where the door is.' She turned around and faced the sink. He could feel a switch in her voice, in her attitude. It was Jude and then Her, her real self, whoever she was. It was two different people. The girl saw kindly smiling at Gaz in the car wasn't the same girl that barged in their briefing room demanding they listen to her. Or maybe it was, maybe that was Jude, and the scared, damaged little thing that he took home a year prior was Her. He didn't know who. Jude was Ghost and She was Simon. Something very bad had happened back then. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be, he wasn't meant to know, no matter how much he tried. She raised a wall in between them. She made the weather right outside the apartment turn to when it's about to rain. Thunderstorms and lighting kind of rain. And it was probably better this way. He turned around without saying a word, only careful not to let the dog out.

She started breathing again when he left. Her mouth was dry, she was sweating. She called the dog and gave him food. She lit a cigarette and sat by the window. She called in the dance school, saying she had a fever. This way, she could stay inside all weekend. It took her forty minuted to stop shaking. Images from that day replayed in her mind at least once every three days now. She had gotten better, but that thingh wasn't really something you recover from. She sometimes woke up in the middle of the night sweating and crying, feeling the blade of the knife on her skin. She had dreams she had died. She wished she never woke up for a long time. She had dreams about the way he touched her. The first five months after it happened she would bite her nails till the cuticles bled and not shower for days. Her own hands on her skin felt like his. The first time she talked to another human being was when she visited Salvo in San Francisco. She looked like a corpse. He was speechless and hated her for letting herself go like this. It wasn't just the eating and over exercise, which he knew were her preferred coping mechanisms. She had lost interest in living, in speaking, in watching movies, reading. Her career… He held her every night, they slept intertwined in his room, he was the first man that actually showed her respect. He was the first man she touched after that day, she hugged him and rested her head on his chest while he reminded her she was loved, she was important to him, she was alive. He would caress her hair when she woke up sweating and was patient with her when she wouldn't eat. This time was different, she was going to be fine. Even if Salvo wasn't there. Arash would not find her, the memories from last year would leave her alone. She would make it once again.

notes. translation: 'Ciao, si, ciao.' means 'hi, yes, hi.'

notes: Salvatore, i want a friend like you, KING. I am back, I'm sorry for the delay I got surgery done to my teeth??? Anyways, enjoy!!!

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[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Snippet Thursday

Following up from last week's poll, this week we have Prisoner Exchange AU: Jak gets in trouble (we all knew it had to happen sooner or later)

The second his boots hit the sand, Jak knew he'd screwed up. He could see Damas waiting in the vehicle pit, having what looked to be an extremely intense conversation with Sig. And Jak knew it was his fault. The idea of facing the wrath of the king was far from appealing, but he disliked the idea of Sig taking the blame for his stupidity.

"So do we face the music, or fake our deaths and flee the country?" Daxter asked morosely from behind him.

The question was answered for him when Damas looked over at them. Oh, he looked calm at first glance, but his eyes radiated fury. He pointed at them, and then to the ground beside him, and his meaning was clear:

Get your you-know-what over here. Now.

"Dun-da-dun: we're dead," Daxter announced.

"Extremely dead," Jak agreed.

Nevertheless, he ignored the way his stomach churned and twisted around his ribs, and picked his way across the sand.

Being in trouble was nothing new for Jak. In fact, most of his memories involved getting punished for one escapade or another. But this was the first time in recent memory that he could remember being anxious about getting in trouble. He'd seen Damas angry a few times before, but it had never been directed at him. In spite of everything they'd gone through, and everything they'd worked to build, Jak felt his pulse racing, and the old familiar instinct to fight for his life.

When he'd reached the men, Jak opened his mouth, intending to defend Sig. Damas beat him to it.

"What were you thinking?" he demanded.

Jak had thought that would have been obvious.

"That...I...was gonna clear out the metalpede nest?"

The glare he got in return warned him to try a different tack.

"Look, don't blame Sig. If he hadn't gone with me, I would've gone without him."

Damas did not appear to like that any more than the last statement. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and he narrowed his eyes at Jak.

"I told you not to enter the canyons until you had all three amulets."

"I'm sorry, okay? But we lost seven people to that nest!" Jak defended, flinging out an arm to gesture to the walls. "Egil's goons are already pushing past the river and winter's on the way. We can't afford to lose any more scouts!"

"I cannot afford to lose you!" Damas snapped.

Jak flinched away from his harsh tone. A mixture of confusion, nerves, and wounded pride compelled him to retort, "I'm trying to help! I live here now, remember?"

Damas closed his eyes and took a deliberately slow breath. Sig, Jak, and Daxter exchanged nervous glances. They knew full well this didn't herald anything good.

"Sig," Damas said through gritted teeth, "take the boys to their room, then wait for me in the aviary."

Sig nodded, but didn't verbally respond. He seemed to be feeling much more guilt than Jak did. He stepped to the left and put a hand on Jak’s shoulder. Before they could leave, Damas turned and cleared his throat.

"Wait. Give me your gate passes- both of you. You're all confined to the city until I decide what to do with you."

Privately, Jak thought that being deprived of his gate pass was a heavy punishment already. But Damas seemed mad enough that mentioning it might cause him to prove Jak wrong. He kept his mouth shut -- somewhat belatedly, so much for Damas’s attempts at teaching him negotiation -- and let his father take his gate pass away.

Well, this sucks, he thought, but knew better than to voice it.

When they'd walked far enough to be mostly out of earshot, Daxter remarked, "Well, that could've gone worse."

"Might still get worse," Sig sighed. He ran a hand over his head. "...Damas is right. I almost got us killed out there, cherries. He's got every right to be mad."

Jak tugged at his amulet restlessly. "You didn't want me to go along," he argued, "Doesn't that count for something? He's acting like I didn't take on a Swarm King with just Daxter and a gun!"

Sig ducked into the archway leading to the tower entrance and grimaced.

"No, he's acting like a man who lost his only son for years, and then had to deal with him recklessly risking his life on something that takes an entire team to accomplish. He-"

The big warrior stopped and blew out a frustrated breath. "You scared him, cherry. We scared him. And if anything had happened to you today, it would've been on me."

He shook his head and stomped into the lift.

"Two years I spent tearing Haven apart to find you, and then I let you waltz right back into danger. Unbelievable."

Jak settled into the corner of the lift and waited a few seconds until the silence became uncomfortable.

"Sig," he said, "You knew us before he did. In Haven, I mean. You know what we can do! You wouldn't have been able to stop me from joining the mission."

Guilt plucked at his lungs until he added, "I never meant for you to get in trouble, Sig. Usually we're the only ones who get blamed."

Sig's prosthetic eye whirred as its focus narrowed onto Jak’s face.

"Whatever was "usual" in Haven," he warned, "you're better off forgetting it. Things are different in the Wastelands, you know that!"

"I'm trying to help!" Jak argued. Why didn't anyone get that?! If he was capable of helping, he was obligated to help, wasn't he?

The lift locked into place and Sig pushed him out into the empty throne room. "You want to help?" he muttered, more to himself than to Jak or Daxter, "Maybe quit acting like it doesn't matter what happens to you as long as a job gets done."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sig shook his head and pointed down the side corridor. "Just...go on back to your room, cherry. Precursors willing, Damas will have calmed down by the time he makes it up here. But I wouldn't be expecting that gate pass back anytime soon."

"You can't be serious," Jak groaned.

He was.

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The room had seemed impractically large the first night the boys had been "quarantined" in the tower. Now it felt like the walls were closing in as Jak paced the circumference of the chamber for the fifth time. It had already been an hour, and there had been no sign of Damas. Somehow, that was worse than him being mad. When you knew it was coming, but they made you wait-

That was one of the most terrifying parts of the Baron’s prison.

As Jak started his sixth circuit, tracing his fingers along the wall, he passed Daxter lying on the bed.

"Huh," Daxter said aloud, wrinkling his nose.

"What?" Jak paused mid-step to look down at him.

Daxter sat up suddenly with a furrowed brow. "Say uh...you don't think Spikes was- nah, he doesn't seem that touchy-feely."

Jak thought of Damas holding him, the night he'd finally understood who he was. He thought of fierce embraces and quiet tears and kept them to himself.

"What do you mean, Dax?"

The ottsel fidgeted, and Jak recognized the emotion coloring his eyes as regret.

"It's just..."

Daxter's ears drooped.

"When you go off without me, I know you don't need my help. And I know you can take any monster that comes your way. But I worry anyway -- I can't help it! I lost ya for two years, and sometimes I get scared! Osmo, back in Haven, he called that traumatic stress."

Jak felt a pit in his stomach as he sank back down to sit beside Daxter on the bed.

"Oh," he said quietly.

He'd known, of course. Daxter always wore his heart on his sleeve. But he never talked about it.

"Do- do you think Spike Dad feels like that?" asked Daxter, gnawing on his lip, "cos if he does, I'm gonna feel like a heel."

Jak was silent as he contemplated that. Traumatic stress, huh? What would've set off-

Oh. He'd snuck out. Damas probably found his room empty. Did he have a flashback, like Jak did when doors were locked? Had Jak caused him to panic?

With a groan, Jak put his face in his hands.

"I suck at being a son," he grumbled.

"In our defense, only one of us has been actively parented before this," Daxter suggested, but it was half-hearted.

His ears twitched, first up, then back down again.

"Do...do you think he's gonna yell?"

"If he yells, I'll yell back," Jak answered hesitantly. "But I don't- I don't think he's going to be like Samos. I just...haven't decided if that's a good thing yet."

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Damas entered the chamber well over two hours later to find his son pacing like a caged caracal. By the slightly disturbed furniture, pushed away from walls here and there, it looked as if Jak had been at this for a while now. From all that Sig had told him, he could guess he was in for a fight. Considering what he'd been put through before returning to Spargus, the boy understandably did not take well to any perceived threat to his autonomy. But the moment Jak spotted him, his shoulders slumped.

"So-" Damas began, trying not to read too much into how resigned Jak looked.

"Look-" Jak interrupted, then winced slightly.

"I- We're...sorry," he said haltingly. "I...just wanted- I just wanted to help you."

He looked so earnest. Damas didn’t doubt he and Daxter had managed to talk Sig into letting them turn his scouting mission into a search-and-destroy. It was hard to argue with a face like that. Did the boy even understand what he'd done wrong?

"Oh Jak," Damas sighed.

He lowered himself to the small couch by the window and beckoned him over.

"Come. Sit with me."

Jak hesitated, but complied. The couch was small, but he tried to give Damas as much space as possible. He picked at a scar on his thumb and didn't look up.

"Why you?" Damas asked. When Jak didn't immediately answer, he prodded his shoulder. "Hmm? Why did you, specifically, have to go kill those metalpedes?"

Jak shrugged. "Because I could. Because I'm harder to kill than other people. Why risk them if I don't need to?"

From any other Spargan, those words would've been commendable. Coming from his only child, they burned Damas like brands pressed into his skin. Jak should never have been taught to see himself as expendable. He should never have suffered as he had. And yet Damas had failed to protect him.

"And you gave no thought at all to Sig’s warnings that this was a task too dangerous for one person?"

He watched his son's brows quirk as if something about the question puzzled him.

"Wh- when, um, when we were kids," Jak mumbled, "Nobody actually...cared...if we were doing something dangerous. Not unless it inconvenienced them. They expected us to do these things. To...to earn our keep."

When he looked up at last, Damas was frowning thoughtfully.

"Hmm. I...think I understand."

Damas turned that thought over in his mind. It would do no good to get angry now: Jak would just think it was directed at him. Still, it was for the best that the people of that tiny village were far, far beyond his reach.

"My son," he said, gently but firmly, "You must unlearn what your captors drilled into you. You are home now- you are free now. Those expectations do not apply."

For a moment, Jak said nothing. Then he whispered, "I don't know who I am without them."

Daxter peeked over the arm of the couch with an endearingly miserable look.

"Jak didn't mean to scare ya, and- and Sig just came along to watch our backs! Don't be mad at Sig, er, sir."

An honorific out of Daxter? Hell must have frozen over. It was this, more than anything, that told Damas that the boys truly were sorry.

"Sig didn't do wrong by going with you," he allowed, and dropped a hand over the couch arm to rest over Daxter's head. "But he did not inform me of what was happening, or give me time to form a larger team. That is what he did wrong- and what you did wrong. But we are not here to discuss Sig. We are here to decide what consequences I need to set to ensure that this does not happen again."

Both boys winced, and Damas noticed Daxter curl in on himself as though shielding himself before a blow. Jak schooled his face into an emotionless mask.

Damas regretted his promise to spare Haven for Jak's sake.

"You will be confined to the tower for six days," Damas announced, forcing himself to ignore the boys' reactions. "If you want your gate pass back, you'll have to earn it. Show me that I can trust you to make better decisions."

"And...after the week is up?" asked Daxter tentatively.

The king shifted his weight and ran a hand over his face. Alright, Sig. I'm choosing my battles.

"Before I came in here, I was going to ban you from the Arena trials until midwinter," he admitted.

Jak stiffened beside him, the protest already on his lips.

"But," Damas continued, "as you seem to have a better understanding of the gravity of the situation than I had initially thought, I offer a compromise."

Jak flexed his fingers and glanced over nervously. "O...kay?"

Damas offered a small smile in response. "You will only be barred from the Arena until you can escape me in a sparring match. How long that lasts will be up to you."

Jak sagged with relief -- and Daxter suddenly got a lot more anxious. Sure, Jak could fight metalheads the size of buildings and come out on top. But Damas had something the metalheads didn't: opposable thumbs.

This probably wasn't going to be as easy as Jak was thinking.

"Thanks. For...for not yelling," Jak said unexpectedly. "Daxter doesn't like yelling."

Damas dropped his other hand across the back of Jak's neck and squeezed affectionately, just the barest hint of pressure.

"If you have to shout to make your point, you've already lost control of the situation," he advised.

He caught the incredulous expression passing between the two boys and chose to let it go. They were still learning what it was to have a childhood. Lessons in leadership could come later.

"I know you're still getting to know me," he said hesitantly, "Perhaps the restrictions I place do not make sense to you. But they exist because I care about your safety. I fought to make this city one in which you could choose your own path. So you wouldn't have to fight for your life."

Daxter stretched up on tip-paws. "But that's why Jak fights!" he protested, "Cause he can't stand the idea of anybody goin' through what he did!"

Damas flinched, ever so slightly, and Daxter regretted bringing it up. It was fairly obvious that Damas had the same kind of survivor's guilt that he did.

"I...don't know a whole lot about dads, sure, but he's just doin' what you do, doesn't that count for somethin?"

Damas shook his head, but he didn't appear to be disagreeing. He only whispered, "I should have been there."

Daxter knew what he meant.

After a moment's hesitation, he climbed up onto the arm of the couch and tentatively patted Damas’s shoulder.

"Aw, look. Jak, uh...Jak has always been pretty fearless about runnin' into danger. Even before things went sideways! He used to wade out to the sandbar to save stranded Lurker Hounds, even though he knew they were gonna try and bite him! He uh, he had to learn that from somewhere, right?"

Jak raised his head and blinked. He'd sort of figured he'd learned it from his own elder self in an eternal loop. But...could Daxter be right? Was that wild, fearless, reckless little kid simply acting like a normal Wastelander?

"Maybe you fought so he wouldn't have to," Daxter suggested, merely thinking out loud, "But maybe he decided to be just like you? I mean have you met him? The kid's got a head like a rock!"

"Dude, really?" Jak glared at him.

Damas’s smile was bittersweet at best. "It is...a nice thought, Daxter," he admitted, "Admittedly, Jak...was quite stubborn when he was Mar."

Impulsively, he swung his arms close, dragging both boys into an impromptu embrace.

"However, you are still grounded."

"Darnit!" Daxter fumed.

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[renslo161605]

PART THIRTEEN - DEAD FOX (written form /w illustrations)

Isaac had spent hours being tortured by O'Driscolls. He is barely alive. They have him tied to a tree, not as if he can go far.

Read under cut \/

"Isaac. Pst. Isaac wake up."

"please... I'm begging you. I don't want any more trouble. If your gonna give me more grief just put me down, i beg."

Isaac had spent the entire night with nothing but torture from the other O'Driscoll's. He didn't even recognise Dermot's voice, he just wanted peace.

"i mean it boy. Get up n'keep quiet."

"please, please, I don't want anymore trouble just shoot me."

A pathetic plea muffled by tiredness and the ground.

Dermot gave Isaac a gentle kick to encourage him up.

Isaac finally realised who was talking to him, reluctantly he dragged himself up, limping and lethargic as he was.

An emotion Isaac couldn't read flashed over Dermot's eyes. He looked him up and down, at his wounds and at his shaking legs. A mix of pity, guilt and, grief maybe even loss?

"good god, they've really torn ye' up."

Isaac looked at the ground.

"are you still mad at me?"

Funny how even after endorsing the second worst punishment possible - torture, right behind death - a child will still look for forgiveness from a parent.

But Dermot didn't answer.

"Get movin', yer' horse is waitin' fer us."

Despite his harsh tone, Dermot wrapped and arm around Isaac and untied him from the tree he was bound to.

"your helpin' me?"

A tiny spark of hope.

"shut up, don't want anyone hearin' you."

Dermot practically dragged Isaac into the deeper woods. Silently, Isaac didn't argue. What could he do? As far as he was aware Dermot wanted him dead. As loving as Dermot was to isaac. Loyalty comes before love, be it conscious or subconscious. And Dermot was loyal to the O'Driscolls.

Isaac, could barely see, whether it was from exhaustion, pain or the swollen eyelid covering his vision be didn't know. His body ached all over, he didn't think there was a square inch of him not beaten or bruised by a former associate.

Eventually, they emerged from the shrubs to a clearing. There waited Midge. Her gorgeous, pitch black mane looked like a void in the dark of night. Her eyes lit up at the site of Isaac and she trotted towards him. She wasn't used to all the tack Dermot had equipped her with, it was his own tack. A saddle back also sat across her flanks, presumably Isaacs things.

"You - You really are helping me escape. B-but wheres Daisy, whys Midge got all her tack on."

"isaac i can't... I'm not..." Dermot stuttered and Isaac was sure he saw his lip quiver.

"your not what?"

Isaac's heart had awakened with hope and he was thinking much more coherently now.

"Daisy's... Old. Your horse will go further with less dead weight."

Dermot eventually sighed. He grabbed Isaacs shoulder, tighter than normal.

"Isaac. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Really I am."

"what do you mean? I'm the one who-"

"no. I'm an adult. I should've listened to you and what you said about Keiran. Oh, Keiran."

Isaac started to tear up, he had forgotten about Keiran, how could be have forgotten about Keiran?

"But I'm an old man now. And forever an O'Driscoll. It's what I'll die as. It's who I am. I chose that path a long time ago. But you don't need to choose that path. Make your own life. Your an amazing little boy. Your love for horses is something that could take you far. Use it. Forget about how you were raised, forget about your blood. Change your name if you have to."

"why are you telling me this? Dermot I'm scared."

"oh I'm sure you are, mac, I'm sure you are. But without fear there would be no bravery. And you, have been braver than any boy your age should have been. Come here."

He yanked Isaac into a hug. He held him tight, put his hand on the back of isaacs head and swayed. Almost like he was rocking a babe to sleep, something he had never done to him since he had never known Isaac as a baby. Still he held the boy he raised, the baby-boy he had never had, the boy he had bathed, the boy he had tucked in, the boy he combed the hair of, the boy he dressed. Loved as his own. The child whose relationship was not bound by blood but by a mutual loss. And he loved and he loved, until he had to let go.

Floods of tears spilled from Isaacs eyes. Expected, but also Dermot's eyes.

"C'mon, let's go."

He lifted Isaac up, like he was lifting him onto an unusually high countertop, about to patch up another scraped knee. Placed him on top of his horse. The horse he had given him. His first horse. He stared at the scar on his chin, a wound he had treated when he first met him.

"I HEAR 'EM, THEY'RE IN THE WOODS. "

"C'mon Dermot we gotta go! Get on!"

Dermot stood on his toes, reaching up to Isaacs face and gently placed a hand on it.

To Isaac, Dermot had never looked older than he did in that moment, his dulling ginger hair truely frayed with the white. His green eyes started to grey. The wrinkles on his face twisted into a sob, his flesh was sunken and weary.

"What are you doing! They're coming Dermot! We have to go please"

Isaac grabbed Dermot's hand and desperately tried to haul him up, of course it did nothing.

To Dermot. Isaac had never looked so young. Had never seen him cry like a child. Like a child should, something bitter sweet about seeing it for the first and last time.

"WE FOUND 'EM, THEY'RE IN THE SHRUBS!"

"I love you, son."

Dermot smacked Midge and yelled something Isaac didn't catch. Midge bounded away. Without Dermot on her back.

"Dermot! Wait! No! We need to go back! Midge stop!"

Isaac pleaded.

In the distance he could see a horde of O'Driscolls engulf Dermot. He desperately tries to yank on the reins. But somehow Midge new the mission. She knew she couldn't stop.

"Stop! Miriam Bridget you stop right now and turn back for Dermot, I mean it!"

He yanked on the reins, her hair, her saddle horn. Anything he could grab but she didn't stop for anything. She knew there was nothing they could do.

"please! I'm begging you!"

Isaac draped himself forward onto her neck, an exhausted attempt. He couldn't bring his frail body to do much more.

"please."

The steady drum of horses hooves beat his ears. And tears stung his face. He couldn't see much. His eyes had started closing, he fought it as much as he could.

Eventually he gave in. He let his body finally rest. It felt pathetic. Like a baby who hadn't had a nap yet. And in the back of his mind he knew he'd wake up to next to nothing. No parents, no home, no money, No Dermot. Just his horse. Always his horse.

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[viharbinger]

Love and Snowmen In The Air ✨

a/n: fic for @faela404 !! 💯💯 I was your secret santa this year in @2022gisecretsanta, hope u enjoyed it 😼 I wrote all the characters you listed because why not

pairings: kazuha x reader x xiao x ganyu (separate)

synopsis: building snowmen and snowball fights!

warnings: none except I've never touched snow in my life so 100% of this is from my imagination #slay

tags: fluff, established relationships

Masterlists

Kazuha

It was a typical snowy day in Liyue this time around. The cold weather was freezing and you were dying for some warm cuddles. But knowing Kazuha and his itchy feet, he'd want to keep pushing forward in his travels before he can even relax.

So that's where you are now, just outside of Liyue Harbour where there were mountains of snow. The children, and even some adults are playing with the snow, enjoying the cold weather.

You, however, were freezing your boots off while Kazuha was bending down to roll snow off the ground. "What are you doing?" You shivered, keeping your arms under your armpits to keep warm.

"I'm gonna make a snowman. Care to join me?" He huffs, smiling from ear to ear as he finally finished rolling out a big base for the snowman. "You okay?" He asks when he finally notices you're freezing!

You shook your head and gave him a knowing look. He sits down on the base of the snowman, puffing out some air onto his palms to keep warm. "After we make a snowman, I promise, I'll make you some hot drinks. Just the way you like it."

The offer was tempting, but not quite enough. "That's it? Dragging me out in this weather and all I get in return is some hot drink?" You probed for more offers, grinning— which you thought you couldn't do because your mouth was dry from the weather!

"Okay, and I'll throw in some alone time. Just the two of us, in our warm, heated bed and-" "You got yourself a deal!" You shut him up and begun placing more snow onto the snowman to shape it.

With all this fun in the snow, you were feeling really warm already. Maybe now you understand how Kazuha's restless mindset feel. And with that, the snowman was complete! Some rocks placed as the eyes, nose and mouth were already in it but it was missing something.

Since you felt pretty neutral with the weather at the moment, you put your scarf around the snowman's neck and took out your kamera to take a picture of you and Kazuha's little snow baby.

"Hey, aren't you freezing?" He interrogates. There was a chill on your neck the moment you took it off, yeah, but as long as you were getting warm cuddles and hot drinks later, it didn't really matter. But before you could even answer, he wraps his own red scarf around your neck.

"But you'll be cold." You pouted, yet holding onto the warm scarf tightly that smelled so much like him closely. "It's better than you freezing to death." He chuckles, patting your cheeks with his gloved hands.

Xiao

Xiao has no pleasure in celebrating such festivities such as Christmas, having snowball fights or what not. In fact, he's more interested in just eating the snow standing alone on the thick snow looking at the distance!

So one snowy day, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Xiao thought he was going to spend his cold afternoon standing like a mad man that had a menacing aura that said "Don't approach or talk to me." But not on your watch!

Xiao was standing in front of the lake nearby Wangshu Inn, so you approached from behind him. Obviously, with his amazing senses, he could tell you were behind him, but he paid no mind in turning around. You didn't want to waste time on surprising him so you opted to just make an entire family of snowmen instead.

First, you made one of yourself, looking just like you, just a little more round, snow white and, rocks for eyes! Then you made one for Xiao, and you couldn't forget to place some twigs as 'angry eyebrows' to top it off.

Mid rolling some more snow for a new base of a snowman, the man of the hour clears his throat behind you. "And what is this?" He raises an eyebrow with his arms crossed. "Oh, hey. Didn't see you there." You teased, turning back around to continue making your snowman.

He walks closer to observe the snowmen, and tries to make out who's who. And soon, you were finished with 4 snowmen in a row together like a little family. "Which one's me?" He asks, looking at the array of characters.

"Oh, that one's you." You pointed to the angry looking one, and he grimaced. "I don't look like that!" He protests, "Yes, you do!" You giggle and introduce him to the other snowmen.

After the introductions, he still seemed disappointed with what you saw him as. A grumpy snowman. "Oh, don't be like that. I'll change it, don't worry." You chuckle, cupping his warm cheeks in your palms.

And in the end, you changed his snowman expression to a happy looking one. He still doesn't understand it but it does seem acceptable to him now as he had a small smile plastered on his face the rest of the day.

Ganyu

The sweet adeptus couldn't turn down your offer to go build some snowmen when you gave her the puppy dog eyes! She thought that it was finally time to put down her pen and paper, and finally get some time with her loved one, you!

When she stepped out her office, she was adorned in warm clothing and mittens, perfect for the weather Liyue is having right now. She even got out some old clothing she found in her closet that she thinks could be used on the snowmen.

And so, you began making your snowmen! You decided to make a snowman of Ganyu and she make one of you. The fun part is, you don't peak at each other's artwork until you're finished.

The whole time when she needs to turn around and grab some rocks or twigs, she closes her eyes shut when in eyeline of your snowman to respect to privacy. You were giggling the whole time whenever she'd bump into something.

And with the final reveal, your snowman of Ganyu was.... Cute. It had perfectly shaped twigs that could act as her horns and you even put ear muffs and a scarf on the it. Ganyu was really happy at the sight, she even whipped out her special kamera to take a picture of it for keepsakes.

And her snowman of you, was even cuter. It had branches as arms, mittens as hands, and a rockey smile displayed on the head.

Afterwards, you tried to start a snowball fight with Ganyu. She showed a lot of determination in being able to win against you, even prepared tons of snowballs right after your snowball hit. It ended in an anti climatic way with Ganyu losing and you two just laughing in the snow.

#. bee writes #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #xiao x reader #ganyu x reader #adeptus xiao #xiao x you #ganyu x you #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha #ganyu #genshin headcannons

[blacknight2221]

Loving you- Carl grimes x poc reader

So this is my first time writing a fanfic so bare with me :)- Jessie

Warnings: angst, self lothing, depression, running away, zombies, death, no happy ending, afab reader

'It was pouring rain the day that it happened. Curly hair sticking to my dark skin as I hold my knees. What do I feel? Why do I love him? Why can't I stop loving him? It was supposed to be a good day, but on our anniversary of all days, I caught him with her once again. Her hand touching his beautiful locks the way I do, his laugh, his smile, his hat? Why was she wearing his hat? She doesn't know about me. No one does. We decided to keep it secret. I decided to keep it secret. You wanted to tell the world I wasn't ready to commit to titles. Looking back at it now, it was idiotic hiding you. Hiding us. I felt like next to you I don't belong. I'm not pretty, I'm not smart, maybe. Maybe I should disappear. Would you even miss me, my love? If I were gone. Without a trace. I pondered that as I arrived home. Losing Glenn has left a toll on my home and he was like a brother to me. Now he's gone, Maggie is pregnant. I was never good with babies. I was terrible with Judith. I thought you were amazing at it. One day you will make a great father. Enid would be a great mother. I don't hate her. I don't hate you. Well, maybe I hate her. I saw how happy you were with her and it always got under my skin. I stand packing my bags now. I know if I speak to you, I will calm down. Carl, you will take me in your arms and kiss me, making it better. Is it wrong that is what I want? To have you kiss me and make it better. Make the way I feel go away. I didn't take everything. I left my brothers' varsity jacket. It kept me warm all these years. I can still see him wearing it, throwing that football around. God, I used to be so mad at him growing up. Now I just miss him... I figured it brought me comfort after he was gone from my hands, in which I had to give him mercy from the monsters in our world. It will give you comfort as I find mercy from the monsters in my head. Loving you was the one thing I did right. It was wild and insane and when you lost your eye, I nearly died. I spent all my time worrying, but now you're safe.... I am leaving safely to go out in the world. By now, I have probably kissed you on the lips and said good night....you had no clue I would be gone in the morning.... it's not your fault. I know you blame yourself for the world's problems. Do not, my love.  I wanted this.

Forever yours, Y/N'

Carl looked over the letter for the third time, a look of panic on his face. He knew his girlfriend was always quick to react without thinking things through. As he grabbed his gun and gathered Michonne, Daryl, and Rick, he ran in search of his lover, his light, his life. Carl lost so much but he never expected her, his y/n, his darling, his baby, the reason he still fought as Carl searched, he stopped as he stepped on something. A pool of blood. The male turned to see drag marks. The air caught in his throat as he walked closer to see the bones. Bones everywhere, blood, bones, her clothes, her hair, bloated zombies...3 of them so fat they could not move, blood all over them, all over the scene, her curly locks in their mouths with hunks of flesh and scalp still that they could not swallow. His y/n.....

"Loving you was the best thing I did. You are probably with my mother now. God I'm a mess...how can I live like this? I will never see your smile again? Your curls bounce as you run? The sun in your hair!? That chip in your tooth from when you tripped on your feet at the prison?! Big brown eyes staring at me so lovingly!? Come back! Please! I'm sorry! Im sorry!" The male screamed at the cross in front of him, tears running down his face "Please.... I'm never gonna stop loving you." He whispered as he sat over the grave knowing there was nothing in the dirt below.

I hope you liked it!!! It was my first time doing this kinda thing:)-Jessie

#carl grimes x you #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #twd angst #carl x reader #first fanfic

[walkingtalkingsomething]

✨Taylor Swift Makes Everything Better Lyric Prompts - Pt. 2✨

It's exactly what the title says. I find song lyrics in general very inspiring and have a notebook of ones that strike me for one reason or another but don't have the 'whatever' that's needed to write them. And I unapologetically stan the hell out of Ms. Swift and am so often struck by her word choices. So this is my collection of the TS lyrics that conjure up the most thoughts - minus a ton of sad ones because I am just too soft to be putting that much angst into the world 😊

Lover

•Your name on my lips tongue tied, Free rent living in my mind - I Forgot That You Existed

•Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, You know that I caught it - Cruel Summer

•And I screamed for whatever it's worth, 'I love you,' Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? - Cruel Summer

•There's a dazzling haze, A mysterious way about you dear, Have I've known 20 seconds or 20 years? - Lover

•I think he knows his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it's mine - I Think He Knows

•He got that boyish look that I like in a man - I Think He Knows

•Got that, Ah, I mean, Wanna see what's under that attitude - I Think He Knows

•I think he knows when we get all alone I'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay - I Think He Knows

•Lyrical smile, Indigo eyes, Hand on my thigh we could follow the sparks, I'll drive - I Think He Knows

•We're so sad we paint the town blue, Voted most likely to run away with you - Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

•Kiss me once cause you know I had a long night, Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright, Three times cause I've waited my whole life - Paper Rings

•I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings, Uh huh, That's right, Darling, You're the one I want, And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, Uh huh, That's right, Darling, You're the one I want in paper rings, In picture frames, In dirty dreams - Paper Rings

•Barefoot in the kitchen, Sacred new beginnings that became my religion - Cornelia Street

•My heart, My hips, My body, My love, Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch - Death By a Thousand Cuts

•Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand, It's nice to have a friend - It's Nice To Have a Friend

Folklore

•We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family, And it would've been sweet if it could've been me - The One

•And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, You put me on and said I was your favorite - Cardigan

•You drew stars around my scars - Cardigan

•I knew you tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy - Cardigan

•I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you'd haunt all of my what ifs, The smell of smoke would hang around this long - Cardigan

•I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending - Exile

•I can see you staring, Honey, Like he's just your understudy, Like you'd get your knuckles bloodied for me - Exile

•And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted, Your dad is always mad and that must be why - Seven

•I can see us lost in the memory/And I can see us twisted in bedsheets - August

•I didn't know if you'd care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that - This Is Me Trying

•And maybe I don't quite know what to say, But I'm here in your doorway - This Is Me Trying

•You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else/You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else - Illicit Affairs

•And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? - Invisible String

•Right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again - Betty

•But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come - Peace

•And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, Sit with you in the trenches, Give you my wild, Give you a child, Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother - Peace

•Don't want no other shade of blue but you, No other sadness in the world would do - Hoax

•You knew the password so I let you in the door - Hoax

•Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, I don't belong and my beloved neither do you - The Lakes

Evermore

•Wherever you stray, I follow - Willow

•Head on the pillow, I could feel you creeping in as if you were a mythical thing, Like you were a trophy or a champion ring, But there was one prize I'd cheat to win - Willow

•Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure - Champagne Problems

•There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me - 'Tis The Damn Season

•And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own, To leave the warmest bed I've ever known - 'Tis The Damn Season

•Gain the weight, Then lose it - Tolerate It

•No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, And you know you hurt him too - Happiness

But are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? - Dorothea

•And do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care? - Coney Island

•Oh, Goddamn, My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand - Ivy

•My house of stone, Your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you - Ivy

•Your opal eyes are all I wish to see, He wants what's only yours - Ivy

•So yeah, It's a fire, It's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it - Ivy

• You're a bandit like me, Eyes full of stars, Hustlin' for the good life, Never thought I'd meet you here - Cowboy Like Me

•And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up - Cowboy Like Me

•Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon, With your boots beneath my bed, Forever is the sweetest con - Cowboy Like Me

•And it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong, I'm right where you left me - Right Where You Left Me

Midnights

•And I wake with your memory over me, That's a real fucking legacy to leave - Maroon

•I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I'll watch as your leaving and life will lose all its meaning for the last time  - Anti Hero

•And time can't stop me quite like you did - Snow on the Beach

•I wait patiently, He's gonna notice me, It's ok we're the best of friends...anyways - You're on Your Own, Kid

•They said the end coming, Everyone's up to something, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings, Outside they're push and shoving, You're in the kitchen humming, All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing - Sweet Nothing

•To you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it - Sweet Nothing

Misc.

•Seen you fall, Seen you crawl on your knees, Seen you lost in a crowd, Seen your colors fade, Wish I could make it better, Someday you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever - Sweeter Than Fiction

•What a sight when the light came on, Proved me right when you proved them wrong - Sweeter Than Fiction

•Follow me home if you dare to, I wouldn't know where to lead you - Beautiful Ghosts

Part. 1

#writing prompts #lyrics prompts #song lyrics prompts #taylor swift prompts

[kachimera]

celia, arikado, leon, sara for the bingo 👁️👁️

Celia

Oh what a mess of a woman. I know it's more of a writing flaw but i adore how she switches between being a threatening villain to the most incompetent moron ever (seriously girl you fake murder Dracula's reimcarnation's crush and you expect him to not instantly murder you? Fr?). Plus depending on the source she either is legit indoctrinated in her cult's beliefs which gives her a sad facet or she has the more selfish purpose of preserving her own dark magic (and what do i say? I can make both work. I think). Plus the way it can be implied that she might have contact n even collaboration w Arikado makes it better (sorry for the ppl reading this but yes it works i swear im not insane). Go silly gal go! Play Machiavellian schemes with the literal son of the dark lord and underestimate your enemy!

Arikado

Oh boi and talking abt Arikado; the common idea of a grown up n stable Alucard finding stability after "ending" the cycle is fine and all, but the implication from his AoS n DoS behaviour that he is in a terrible mental state and unable to let go of the cycle? Beautiful. Amazing. Need me more of that. He's this beautiful mini reflection of the revenge cycle, and after living through it, with the goal of murdering his own father, for so long, and having it as his sole purpose, it has devoured him n broken him. And he now wants to take control of it with his own hands, is showing both the worst behaviour of both his father AND the Belmonts (haha SotN parallels w Richter) and might end up making matters worse :) (I blame you for indoctrinating me into the neg character arc Alu, thank u) Anyways someone force this poor moron to take vacations before he loses it

Leon

THE HIM. MY BABY BOI. I love his honor n morals and how he chooses them in the face of great suffering. His bravery and impulsiveness. How he's sassy can fall into black n white thinking. How loyal he is to those close to him and how much he cares. The balance between his own feeling n his morals. The parallels w Mathias n Sara n Rinaldo. And just hmmmgjsgkwkgd my poor boi

I can't decide if i want him to recover from the LoI events or if I want him to be consumed by his traumas and thirst for revenge but in any case he goes into the blender *puts him into a sock w stones and smacks him against the walls multiple times*

Also, salt warning here but i feel like fandom either exaggerates his neg traits and acts like Mathias descent into madness ("hello church can i abandon our very important military campaign to be at home w my best friend. He needs cuddles n emotional support that will surely fix him. No it's not gay dont worry. Thanks :)"), Sara getting sealed into the VK (which she insisted on and convinced him despite his initial refusal) n the Belmont clan's burden (he did got them into monster hunting w the whip but there's no way he knew how bad things were gonna get) were all 100% his very well informed fault; Or makes him into an idiot sunshine boi who doesn't knows what death is (he's an undefeated warrior with a who knows how large body count) can't think or lead (he maintained the company undefeated during Mathias' illness) and a perfect innocent n easy to manipulate uke for his sexy older seme (I'm not saying they canonically fucked you can perfectly interpret their relationship as 100% platonic or having something but deciding to respect their girls or etc etc. But if they did the nasty then he had to rail Mathias at least a couple of times). I admit im veeery biased and picky regarding this balance but still. He has facets i say

Sara

Yes my anger girl. Let her commit crimes. I wanna write a post abt her but to resume i love her as a symbol of destroyed innocence (ha). A sweet gal who did helped everyone and was good n nice and disliked violence only to have her life ruined in so many ways that her inner frustration blooms into a divine wrath n bloodthirst. Like i said before I adore her relationship w Leon and how they made eachother better n then worse :). Plus, the manual describes her as strong hearted! She obviously loved Leon n was happy to see him! sacrificed her life in order to not turn into a vampire and instead stop Walter from harming more innocents! She has agency and her choice was crucial not only for Mathias convoluted plan but for the whole cycle. (Ppl stop forcing the "boring 100% sweet harmless never angry gal who always got dragged around by men as an object" archetype on her challenge. Yes i used to be like that but i got gud. If i can recover so others can)

And then she had to see how Mathias betrayed her n Leon and then tried to take him, and dealt w the mess that post-canon Leon was, both together but separated, furious and crushed on the other's behalf, until his death :). AND then she had to wait hundreds of years to avenge him only to have to kill the same bastard over and over and over again. Mix in vampire corruption and you have a caring but toxic Belmont Matriarch/Whip stuck in the cycle. So yea let her have negative emotions and commit crimes (Sorry John).

#me answers #castlevania #sorry for the ppl having to deal w my inner salt 👉👈

[elidoesntbreathwee]

Steve and Eddie die, Eddie first then a month later, Steve does too. Theyre reborn in Indianapolis, Indiana, and for 17 years they have no clue who they were in their past life or that they new each other. They have new names, of course, Everett and Scott. They live their lives like normal people, something they rarely got in their previous life. Normal parents, normal school, normal life. No alternant dimensions or near death experiences. (they go to the same school but its a REALLY big school) the first time they talk is when they were assigned seats next to each other at graduation and they become friends. They go on a graduation road trip and travel to small town Hawkins, Indiana.

They mess around for the first few days and do random shit, like normal people their age would. Then, one day, one of their last days there, they stop by an abandoned school called "Hawkins High School". They walk in the doors and explore some. They look through the abandoned classrooms, and empty janitorial closets. All they really see is broken desks and chairs and a lot of cobwebs. When they walk into the gym, though, they both stand in shock for a moment.

"Hawkins High? How? I- I'm dead though."

"Eddie?"

"Steve?"

"Wow! You sure look different" Steve, who looks nothing like himself, smiled

"I missed you so fucking much, Steve, like, holy shit!"

"Me too, man, me too"

"Steve, i don't know how long whatever this is is gonna last, so before we go back to normal, I gotta tell you something" Eddie takes a deep breath, and Steve walks closer to him, faces almost touching.

"Yeah?"

"Steve, I love you." Steve smiled and then kissed him.

When they pulled away, they went back to their own minds. They weren't Eddie and Steve anymore, they were once again Everett and Scott. Why wouldn't they be? But they had a feeling that something happened while they were spaced out. How else could they have moved if something hadn't happened?

"Scott."

"Hm?"

"You feel it too right?"

"Yeah, I do." Scott looked around "What do you think happened? Possessed or...?"

"Nah, I feel like i was something else." Everett and Scott went to sit in the middle of the gym. Sitting next to each other, trying to think of what could've happened.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Everett?" Scott broke the silent thinking with his question.

"I mean, ya can't rule it out, right?"

"What if- No, never mind. It's dumb"

"No, no, tell me, man. I won't judge." Everett got up all in Scott's face, trying to convince him to tell him what his idea was.

"Fine." Scott took a deep breath. "What if our past selves knew each other, and they went to this school or something, and when we came in here we briefly got our memories from then back for a little bit and... oh god, im rambling, sorry"

"No, it's ok, Scott. To be fair, your prolly onto something with that."

"Maybe..."

"What do you think we did? Like, when we got our memories back."

They thought about it for a few minuets. Scott had a tense face, very obviously deep in thought.

"Heh, what if we kissed or something." Everett laughed quietly.

"DUDE! I- I-" Scott blushed and bit his lip too keep form saying something embarrassing.

Everett chuckled at Scott. "Even if it happened, Scott, it wouldn't have technically been us. It would've been past us, y'know?"

"Yeah, but still. I- I just... I dont know...I- I kinda wish it..." He mumbled the last part of his sentence quietly.

"What?" Everett's hearing wasn't the best, so there was no way in hell he could here what Scott had said.

"Listen. Just- promise you won't get mad or something, ok?"

"Yeah, of course I won't get mad. Promise."

"I- I kinda wish... that it was really us who, y'know, if it happened at all." Scott was really nervous, messing with his hands, and biting his lip.

"Oh." Everett was wide-eyed and a faint blush was brushed over his cheeks.

"Y-yeah..."

"I- I wouldn't be... like, against it"

"Can I-" Scott leaned closer to Everett

"Yeah. Yeah, you can." Scott kissed him, and Everett leaned in to kiss him back.

Steve and Eddie may have died, but whether they're in heaven, or hell, an everlasting emptiness, or if they're completely new people, they'll always be together.

-

HELLO!! I hope you like this! im tryna make up for being MIA so long lol. A like would be super awesome, and a reblog would be SOOO appreciated :)

Hope u have an awesome day/night :D

ALSO sorry that most of the story is dialog, i hope u could pick up what i was putting down regardless :)

#steddie #steve #eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #fic #steddie fic #ficlet #steddie ficlet #steveddie #steve x eddie #stranger things fic

[dreamcorechild]

Aizetsu's Asthma attacks. [A Hantengu Au Headcannon.]

Tw: A near death experience, Emotional brotherly bonding.

Aizetsu was struggling to breathe properly.. He was having an asthma attack.. He was struggling to find his inhaler to which his three brothers, Sekido, Karaku and Urogi were helping him.

Sekido held a bag of oxygen. "Here you go buddy, suck as much as you can."

Karaku used his maple leaf shaped Uchiwa fan to generate wind for Aizetsu. *"Breathe in."

Urogi tried to massage Aizetsu. "Calm your breathing, friend."

Urogi flapped his wings furiously in attempt of trying to calm Aizetsu down. "This is fun!~ I hope this will help you!~"

Urogi's wings gently brush the air around Aizetsu, creating a soft breeze of wind.

"Ohohoho~!"

Karaku smiled and chuckled from behind the others back. He used that time to take out a small pouch, opened it up and sprinkled it over Aizetsu. You couldn't see it.

"How about a little something.. to improve that asthma of yours~?"

Aizetsu took hold of his inhaler and started sucking like it was his last meal.

He took a deep inhale.. Two.. Three.. Four breaths later..

He slowly let the air out of his lungs and looked back up at the brothers.. He felt slightly dizzy..

He was breathing perfectly fine now. He was no longer wheezing.

"Aww..~ It's nice to see that you can breathe properly now, Aizetsu..!~ You're so lucky to have us, buddy!"

Urogi said in a cheerful voice as his feathers lightly brush against Aizetsu's cheek. The gentle wind felt comforting and calming.

"Let's celebrate!~"

But he tends to have an asthma attack everyday.. His brothers needed to be cautious whether another hits out of the blue and to keep telling Aizetsu to have his inhaler with him at all times.

Sekido pat Aizetsu's back. "You should carry your inhaler all the time, brother.. You never know when an another attack may happen again."

Karaku gave a slight grin as his right ear twitched. "Agreed.. Take better care of yourself next time, little guy.."

"My my.. You can't deny this.."

Karaku chuckled. "Let me help you relax some more~"

He slowly reached out his maple leaf shaped Uchiwa fan to Aizetsu. "Breathe in…."

Urogi's attention was drawn to Karaku's movements. He tilted his head. He was curious.

"What are you gonna do now, big brother..?~"

His golden eyes sparkled as he watched Karaku with such amusement and curiosity.

Karaku smirked.

"Don't you know? The Uchiwa fan has been a symbol of comfort and relaxation since ancient Japan. It was mostly used to cool down a hot summer day. But the leaf has so much more to it… If you breathe in slowly and carefully, I may just be able to relax you even more~"

His emerald eyes glimmered as his smirk intensified. He waved his Uchiwa fan back to a forth in a rhythmic motion, generating wind for Aizetsu.

Urogi's face was full of amusement. His golden eyes glinted with mischief and interest as he watched with such pleasure. His wings ruffled slightly, creating a gust of small wind.

"Oh~?~.. So that's what you're doing~?!"

Urogi started getting excited..

He felt the calming air brush against his cheek. It felt soothing and relaxed as his eyes slowly shut down.. His heart rhythm was slowly calming down, and he felt.. Tired..

"Mm… My.. Brothers.. Is this truly what relaxation feels like?"

Aizetsu slowly opened his eyes. The sound of Sekido's shouting startled him from his temporary nap.

"Hmmm.. Mm? Oh. Oh no.."

He got up slowly out of his lying position. He felt dizzy for a few seconds.. Then he finally stood upright.

"..Dishes need to be cleaned?.."

Sekido was visibly aggravated to the sight of the dirty dishes.

"We're not your servants! Why do I, as the demon of anger, have to clean these DAMN DISHES?!"

Karaku giggled as he listened to Sekido's anger. "I knew he'd get mad~!"

He covered his mouth with his hand as tried to control his laughter.

"I'm sorry but, this is the most hilarious thing I've ever seen in my entire life!"

Sekido grabbed Karaku and dragged him to the kitchen where he shoved soap in his mouth.

Urogi stared at Sekido's action. His grin turned into a small chuckle as he slowly followed Karaku to the kitchen. He didn't want to miss the drama he knew was starting to arise. His wings flapped a few times.. The small breeze seemed to tickle Sekido's and Karaku's bodies. Such a mischievous little demon..

"AAAAH-!"

Karaku spat out a thick layer of soap as it drips down his mouth. His body twitched and convulsed uncontrollably. But his face still maintained a playful smirk as he stared at Sekido.

"Well well well.. This is one way to shut me down~ Well played~"

Aizetsu's eyes widened..

"S-Sekido.. Your actions are very.. Aggressive and rash… You should be careful how you.. Display your emotions.. You really need to learn how to calm down…"

Aizetsu said as he slowly approached them.

Urogi stood next to Karaku as he rubbed Karaku's back and continued laughing his ass off.

"This is too precious!~ Such intense anger!"

Urogi's mouth dripped with saliva. He slowly moved his hand back and his smile slowly turned into a wicked grin..

"You know, Aizetsu…~ You seem to know something~… Are you holding back your emotions too, perhaps~..?"

Urogi asked in a rather curious tone.

Before Aizetsu could say. He was having another asthma attack.

All of the three brothers focused their attention back to Aizetsu.. They quickly got him back on his feet. Karaku reached out his maple leaf shaped Uchiwa fan and used it to create wind for Aizetsu.

"Come on! Breathe for us!~"

Karaku smiled as his right ear twitched. "I know you can make it, little one~.. Just a few more deep breaths and you'll be alright..!"

Urogi watched as his two brothers focused on Aizetsu. His grin slowly turned into a soft smile.. He looked extremely happy. He enjoyed seeing such a moment.

"I'm sure you can make it, Aizetsu!~ Breathe in… And out.. Breathe in… And out…"

He said in a calm and encouraging tone. He slowly started clapping his hands, making his feathers rattle slightly.

Karaku's right ear twitched. "Oh my, he's in worse shape than I thought. Come on, little brother.. Focus on my voice.. Don't lose conciousness now.. Breathe in.. Breathe out.."

Karaku continued to create wind with his maple leaf shaped Uchiwa fan.. He tried to help Aizetsu get back on his feet. "Relax. You'll be fine as long as you just stay calm. It's all in your head!…"

Aizetsu was fading away… His vision turned blurry and his body felt weak.. He was struggling to breathe properly.. He was starting to panic slightly now..

"M-Mm.. I-I.. I need.. I n-need .. My… I-Inhaler.. Now..!!!"

Aizetsu felt the three brothers shaking and picking him up. He was being carried.. He could smell the scent of maple leaves and honey coming from Karaku. It was a bit soothing to his sense..

Karaku felt Aizetsu's weak body weight as he was being carried. "Don't struggle too much. Focus on me little brother. I'm here.. You're in good hands.. Calm.. Down.. "

Karaku smiled warmly as his wings flapped. The maple leaves on his back twitched a little. They rustled in the wind. "…Relax."

Sekido let out a loud breath of frustration.

"Damn asthmatic! His asthma is getting worse.. I suggest we get him a new inhaler today."

Sekido said as he continued to pat Aizetsu's back. "Relax, brother.. I'm here for you.."

Just then. Urogi fell over as he sat on Aizetsu's inhaler. Crushing it with his fluffy ass.

"Wha---!"

Karaku watched on as Urogi sat down on Aizetsu's inhaler. His maple leaf shaped Uchiwa fan fell onto the ground and the wind stopped generating. "Oh my.. Little brother! You can't keep doing things like this.. You're going to damage his inhaler.."

He stared at Urogi as his right ear twitched. "You better get your fluffy butt out of there before something bad happens..!"

Aizetsu felt himself being set down on the floor. His vision was still blurry and his body was still very weak.. He was still struggling to breathe.. He was still searching for his inhaler.. He was panicking now..

"…H-Hm? M-Mm! M-My inhaler..!"

His heart rhythm started to spike up again.. He was breathing heavily and he was slowly starting to hyperventilate.. He felt the urge to cough..

Urogi jumped up as soon as he heard Sekido's shout. His wings flapped in panic. He looked around quickly and took notice of the crushed inhaler which was placed next to him. "H-Huh?! Oh, this is bad.. I'm so sorry, Aizetsu.."

Urogi tried to think of something quick… He suddenly jumped over and sat on Aizetsu.. "Quick! Breathe into my fatness!"

Urogi placed Aizetsu on top of his chest.. His fluffy chest was now Aizetsu's makeshift inhaler.

"Quick! Breathe into my warm and soothing chest!~"

Urogi's smile grew wider as he watched Aizetsu slowly breathing his chest abs in.

"This is what it is like to be pampered by the demon of joy~!~"

Urogi grinned.

Aizetsu's face was buried in Urogi's chest abs.. He quickly breathed in a long deep breath into the air and then exhaled.. He took another long deep breath into the air.. He felt his heart rate was slowing down.. He kept breathing into Urogi, who felt like a cozy and warm bed of clouds..

Urogi's chest abs jiggled along with every breath Aizetsu took. His feathers ruffled like the wind in the air, with every exhale. Aizetsu felt extremely relax and comforted by his big fluffy chest.

"You FATASS!!! look what you've done to Aizetsu's inhaler.. You know how serious his asthma is, don't you!? You might have just caused him to die!"

Urogi lowered his chest and his wings lowered as he trembled with fear and regret.

"B-But it was an accident! I didn't mean to sit on it."

Sekido's right ear twitched.. He wasn't very convinced. "…Hmph!"

Aizetsu felt slightly more relieved now.. He kept breathing into Urogi's chest abs.. He couldn't help but feel sleepy from the extremely soothing air.. He needed the rest… His eyes slowly felt heavy.. He felt more and more calm now.. His breathing settled.. His heart rhythm started to beat regularly now.. His body felt slightly less tense.. His mind felt less cloudy and more clear.. He felt more happier, more joyful.. And he slowly fell asleep..

"Ohohoho!~ That was hilarious!~ Your face was pure anger, Sekido~!"

Karaku giggled, and chuckled a bit before he stopped himself..He looked at Aizetsu.

"Now this little boy of mine needs some rest. I think we should get him back to bed. You're coming with us, little brother.. You've done enough to yourself enough already."

Karaku carefully lifted up Aizetsu's sleeping body.

"Rest your weary soul, little brother…"

[Meanwhile...]

"He IS a fatass! He's so fat that his butt broke the inhaler!"

Sekido huffed a breath of frustration. "Our brother was about to choke to death on his own asthma attack due to his inhaler being smashed! Thank god I was there to prevent that!"

"He could have DIED!"

Sekido's voice echoed through the hallway.

Urogi lowered his head and his wings shook in a mixture of fear and sadness.. Tears started to roll down his cheeks.. "I'm so sorry big brother.."

"I'll buy two inhalers for you tomorrow.. As an apology for my mistake.. I promise.. I won't make the same mistake again.."

Urogi stared at the crushed inhaler, his wings slowly stopped flapping. His ears drooped and his tail twitched with nerves. He looked terrified..

Urogi looked up at Karaku. His golden eyes were wide as he stared at his older brother.

"Please… Please don't be angry with me, big brother.."

Urogi's wings lowered.. He slowly closed his eyes.. He was trembling profusely.. He was about to breakdown from fear.

"Don't be angry with me.. Don't be angry with me.. I'm really sorry.. I'm sorry.. I just want to make you smile and feel happy.."

Sekido watched Urogi in a mixture of confusion and disappointment.. He stared deeply into Urogi eyes as his right ear twitched..

"What is up with him? He's more emotional than usual?"

Urogi's sadness and tears started to break Sekido's heart with every tear that dropped.

"I can't… Be angry at him like this.. Not when he's crying right now.."

Sekido felt his own heart rhythm slow down for the first time in his life.. A very small hint of.. Sympathy…

Karaku looked back at Urogi, a small smile formed on his lips.

"You're crying over such a tiny mistake.. That's why I love you.. You're so cute and emotional.. But I forgive you little brother.. I forgive you.. We're demons but we are also brothers after all. My little brothers, who I love with all my heart. You all are dear to my heart, and will always be dear to me.. My demon brothers.. My life.. My family, and my loved ones.."

Karaku smiled warmly.

The next day. Aizetsu was having another asthma attack while he and his brothers were outside.

Urogi was the first to notice Aizetsu's asthma attack. He quickly sat up and stared at Aizetsu with a slightly frightened look on his face.

"No.. No.. Not again.. Aizetsu-sama… No.."

Urogi tried to stay calm. He looked around quickly.. He spotted a medical store nearby. His wings flapped nervously. He then looked at Karaku and Sekido..

"What should I do, big brothers?.."

Urogi seemed clueless and was panicking.

Aizetsu was in the midst of his attack. He struggled to draw a breath.. His heart rate was spiking.. He felt weak.. He coughed every few seconds..

"M-My inhaler.. I'm having another.. My.."

Aizetsu's voice was very shaky.. He felt scared. His legs were trembling. He felt like he was running out of time..

Urogi quickly got off from his seat. He frantically headed towards the door. His wings beat frantically in fear. He was about to lose his older brother today.

"Stop the bus! Stop the bus! We need to get Aizetsu-sama to the medical store quickly! He's dying right now! This is so urgent!"

Urogi shouted out his message as he ran out into the bus stop. The bus driver was startled by Urogi's abrupt actions. He stopped the bus immediately.

Karaku immediately got up and followed behind Urogi out of the bus.

"Don't worry, we'll make it in time. You'll breathe better soon, little one.. I promise, you'll be okay.. Just hold on a little longer.. Hold on, stay with us.."

Karaku picked Aizetsu up with his arms, and ran out of the bus station with the rest of his brothers. "Just a little bit more, I'm sure we'll make it to the medical store soon enough~"

"Move out of the way! We've got a dying boy here! Make way for us, demons are coming through!"

Sekido shouted in a stern voice.. "This doesn't look very good.. That inhaler was his life line.. How unfortunate.. He's going to die in our arms.." He thought.

He noticed that a person had started to record them and was staring. It was the first time that Sekido had noticed a human. He growled in deep annoyance. "This isn't the time to record!!.. Move your ass out of the way!"

"Don't worry, we'll make it on time! We are almost there, Aizetsu! Just hang on a little longer!!"

Karaku started to panic a lot in his mind. His hands were trembling as his Uchiwa fan swayed. It felt as if his little brother could slip away from his hands at any moment. They were still a few blocks away from the medical store. He thought to himself, "He might not make it..! If we don't make it fast enough, he might just die in our arms.."

Urogi saw a shopping trolley. He had an idea.

Sekido also spotted the shopping trolley.. He looked at Urogi in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "What the? Is he really serious..?"

Urogi pushed the trolley towards Karaku and set Aizetsu onto it. Karaku let his Uchiwa fan disappear from his hand and stood on Aizetsu's seat. He rode the trolley as Urogi kept pushing from behind. Sekido was confused at first but soon got the idea.. He ran along side the trolley, pushing them from the side.

Karaku looked back and spotted the teenagers on skateboards that were chasing and recording them. "Oh no… It's too early to be a meme.. Come on.. We can't be held up any longer.."

Karaku looked back at Aizetsu, and then at Urogi. "C'mon little brother, hold on a little longer.. We'll make it to the medical store in time.. I promise.. We'll get your inhaler back.. "

Karaku smiled at the thought of Aizetsu being able to breathe normally again.

Urogi ran next to Karaku. He was pushing the trolley as fast as he could. His eyes were starting to tear up.

"Come on, big brother! We have to make it to the medical store! Aizetsu needs his inhaler back! He can't breathe.. He's dying!"

Urogi started to cry and sob as he ran, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I just wanna see everyone smile again.. I wanna make people happy again.. I-I'm so sorry big brother! I'm sorry! This is all my fault!"

Aizetsu felt the cold air from outside as he was being rushed to the medical store on the trolley. His eyes started drifting slowly. His heart rate was rising.

"…B-Big bro… I-I'm.. I… I can-n't…"

Aizetsu was trying to speak. He felt like he was about to faint.. His arms started feeling weak and it was getting harder for him to move. He felt even weaker now compared to a minute ago.

Karaku looked back at his little brother and saw that he was in even worse shape than before. "Calm down little one.. Come on, hang on just a little longer.. We're almost at the medical store, the sooner we get that inhaler back for you, the better.. We can't let you die yet.. We just recently found a member for our family.. You're too important for us.. Just hold on, you'll be fine.. "

Karaku looked ahead as he started to pedal the trolley even harder. "Come on.. Come on.. Just a little bit more.."

Urogi stood just outside the medical store. His eyes were red and teary. He was panting heavily. His wings had stopped flapping. His feathers were ruffled.. He was out of breath because he ran so fast..

"Big brothers.. I'm right here.. We finally made it.. Don't lose yourself now.. Just hang in there a little longer.." Urogi started to whimper. "Just a little more and you can breathe normally again.. Come on.. "

Karaku took a deep breath and exhaled.. He slowed down the trolley and stopped it near the medical store's entrance.

"We made it, little one! Here we are.. Now just stay tight and do your best to hold up.. We need to buy an inhaler immediately.. "

Karaku looked down at Aizetsu..Aizetsu was laying limp on his trolley seat.. His breathing was shallow.. His legs were dangling and his arms were limp.. His eyes drooped and his pupils were dilating and constricting..

Sekido rushed infront of the trolley and yelled out to Karaku.

"What are you doing!? Get in there and buy him another inhaler! What if he suddenly stops breathing!? Are you crazy!?"

Sekido started to sound increasingly desperate.. He knew that they didn't have much time..

"GET GOING!!"

Karaku stared at Aizetsu for a few seconds. "Right.. You're right.. I need to stop being careless!!"

Karaku left the trolley outside, and went inside the medical store. He rushed to the aisle with the inhalers and stopped.

"Uhm. I need the strongest inhaler you can give me.. My brother has severe asthma that can kill him if he doesn't get his inhaler right now!!" Karaku shouted desperately to the storekeeper.

Aizetsu felt really weak.. He felt like he wanted to vomit.. He looked up at Karaku.. Karaku's facial features were becoming blurrier.. His voice sounded distant more and more.. His eyes closed.. He felt himself fainting..

"Bro.. I… I'm sorry…"

Aizetsu's eyes closed completely.. He closed his grasp tightly on Karaku's leg.. As the last thing Aizetsu heard.. Was the loud sound of his inhaler falling out of his pocket.. He felt himself slipping out of consciousness..

Urogi and Sekido both froze in fear and shock at Karaku's words. They both started to shake violently.. They suddenly heard a crash.. Urogi closed his eyes..

"N-No.. N-Not like this.. Not on my watch.."

The sound of Aizetsu falling from his seat could be heard outside.

"NO!! Aizetsu-sama! No!"

Urogi ran inside, and spotted the body on the ground. "Aizetsu!! No!"

"I'M TOO SLOW! I'M TOO LATE! DON'T DIE!!"

Karaku started to panic and hyperventilate.. He desperately tried to revive a dead body.. He shook Aizetsu violently..

"It's all my fault.. All my fault.. Damn it, no.. He can't die.. Aizetsu, my younger brother.. My little brother, please.. Wake up.. Please.. No.. Just breathe!!"

Urogi felt his heart shatter in pieces inside his chest.. He felt like vomiting.. His wings started to twitch uncontrollably. His feathers started to fall out. He fell to his knees..

"What did I do.. What happened? Why? My fault.. Not on my watch.. I promised.. It's my fault.. Aizetsu-sama.."

Urogi was crying and wailing in sadness, grief and guilt..

Then, Karaku realized something..

"His teddy bear..?"

Karaku's eyes widened.. A small glimmer of hope appeared inside his heart.. He checked Aizetsu's pockets and found nothing, until he checked the bear's pocket..

"Ahaha~! Aizetsu.. You are so sly.."

His eyes started to glow.. Karaku slowly opened the bear's pocket.. There it is.. The asthma inhaler.

"This just might save him!"

Karaku pulled the inhaler out of the bear's pocket.

Aizetsu was unconscious.. He had a pulse.. But his heart was beating very slow.. Karaku grabbed the inhaler.. He checked the number of puffs left..

"2 more… C'mon little one.. Breathe.. C'mon.. Just one.. Please breathe.. That's all you need.. One single breath.. "

Karaku held the inhaler close to Aizetsu's mouth and gently pressed his thumb on the inhaler handle.. He started to pump air into Aizetsu's lungs..

For a few seconds.. nothing happened, Aizetsu started to turn pale and was barely breathing.. Everyone began to lose their hopes.. Except.. Karaku.. He never stopped hoping and never will.. Aizetsu had taken his last breath when Karaku pumped air inside Aizetsu's lungs.. Karaku suddenly felt Aizetsu's lungs start to respond.. Aizetsu's heart began to beat faster..

"C-Come on.." Karaku said as he kept pumping.. He kept on pumping, until he heard Aizetsu breathe normally.

After a few seconds.. Aizetsu finally woke up.. He opened his eyes and breathed heavily..

"Karrrrkuuu.. S-Sekido.. Uroooo.."

Aizetsu coughed uncontrollably.. He slowly sat up on the ground, still having breathing problems.. He looked at Karaku with a very weak smile..

"Brother.. Karaku.. Where.. Where am I..?"

"Hey there little brother, don't forget me and the others.. You scared us so much.. You almost died on us.. You can't do that, not without me.. We'll always be here for you, so always hang on and stay alive."

Karaku was breathing heavily.. From pumping the inhaler so hard.. "We're in the medical store.. You fainted again.. I'm so sorry for not being fast enough.. But you're okay now.. You'll be fine.. I'm so happy.. I'm so happy you're still alive.. "

"I-I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry for making you all worry.. I'll try my best to be strong, like you guys.. I don't think I can ever be strong as you guys but.. I promise to keep trying.. I promise to always take my inhaler.. I promise to always stay strong.. "

Aizetsu smiled a little.. He then looked around.. "B-Brother Karaku.. Why are we.. In the middle of the medical store.. How is his.. This.. A place I.. "

Aizetsu still felt exhausted from having his second attack.

"Oh you really don't remember what happened.. You had another asthma attack.. And then you passed out.. "

Karaku stopped pumping the inhaler. He sat on the ground next to Aizetsu as he explained what had happened.

"…And then.. Everyone got really worried about you.. You were lying there and you were completely.. Gone.. "

Tears streamed down Karaku's cheeks as he mentioned how powerless he had felt that moment. He started to shake uncontrollably..

"Why didn't you call an ambulance.. Why didn't anyone call one!!!?" Aizetsu started to regain his memory, he remembered something "W-Where is Urogi.. Is Sekido ok??"

Urogi sat there.. Staring at nothing.. His eyes.. Full of despair.. He had the look of a man who had lost his meaning in life.

"You're both alright.. You're both alive.. That's all that matters.. My life is pointless now.. "

Urogi was staring at the empty inhaler that Aizetsu had dropped on the ground next to him.

"Urogi, please.. Don't say that.. "

Karaku got close to Urogi, with Aizetsu still sitting next to him.

"If you are pointless then so is our family, and all the other demons.. I don't want to lose any of you.. Please, don't give up.. I know it hurts.. It's okay to be weak.. But giving up.. No.. I will not allow you to give up.. "

Karaku put his arms around Urogi and embraced him.

Urogi started to cry while hugging Karaku.. He couldn't hold his pain anymore..

"…I.. I promised.. I would protect Aizetsu-sama.. Now… I was useless.. I failed.. "

Urogi cried uncontrollably.. It was hard seeing him like that.. Karaku didn't say anything but hugged Urogi tightly.. Karaku didn't want to lose him.. Urogi was important to him.. Aizetsu was important to him.. Sekido was important to him The Demon brothers meant everything to him.. He couldn't fathom anything anymore.

"S-Sekido!"

Karaku had let go of Urogi and started walking towards Sekido. "Please, please calm down right now! Aizetsu was dying and we all had to do everything we could! We're alive now, we are still here! So please put your emotions aside for a moment! You need to remember.. We are a family, and family must stay strong!! "

Karaku got close to Sekido and raised his hand. "Please.. I know you're worried.. But we don't need to fight right now, okay?"

Aizetsu put his hand on Karaku's arm.. He looked worried.

"S-Sekido.. Karaku is right.. We need to be strong and stay together as a family.. We can't stay weak forever.."

Aizetsu slowly started to stand up.. He was getting stronger. His breathing was stable.

"W-We can't be sad forever.. There will always be challenges and failures.. That's part of being alive.. I promise to do my best to protect everyone.. "

"You're very wise Aizetsu.. I know you won't let us down.. "

Karaku smiled at Aizetsu and then turned to Urogi and Sekido. Karaku felt his energy starting to replenish.

"C'mon boys, there is no need to be sad anymore, we're all okay now.. What we need to do now is go home, and have a serious talk about all this.."

Karaku looked out the medical store's entrance. "Everyone, it's alright.. Let's go home now.."

"B-BUT HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM!?! Aizetsu almost died and all of you were acting like it was normal!!"

Sekido continued shouting.. he was mad, upset, crying and shaking.. he was starting to become hysterical. "And why didn't you call an ambulance!!?? You should have called an ambulance right away! What if Aizetsu hadn't woken up?? You could have lost him!!"

Urogi looked annoyed at Sekido. "Look.. We can't change what happened anymore.. But we've got to learn from everything that happened. It's alright to be mad at us.. But there's no point in arguing and fighting and wasting energy, we've got to save it for the next time.."

Urogi sighed. "Let's just go home now. I'll make a list of things we can do to prevent situations like that in the future. We can talk more and sort everything out when we get there.."

"Very well.. You have a point, Sekido.. "

Karaku started to lead the way home.

"Come on, let's go.. Our next goal now is to not let Aizetsu die like that again.. We might not be able to always be by his side, but we will do everything we can to save him and avoid situations like this in the future.. "

Karaku kept walking. "Let's go home now.. We have a lot to discuss.."

Aizetsu slowly followed Karaku and the others home.. He felt tired.. He still wasn't completely back to normal and still felt weak.. But he was still glad he was alive.. And his family was still with him.. Karaku was the best brother he could ever ask for.. His other two brothers were also important.. He wanted to be strong for them.. He wanted to protect them.. He wanted to be there for them as much as he could..

"Home sweet home.. "

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[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist. 8. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Bug eyes. Abi and Danny spend a way more peaceful morning.

MASTERLIST. Moodboard and Playlist.

Previous part: A nice dinner.

Note: Listen to Bug Eyes by Mt. Joy. Pic from here. Obviously this has to be Danny's car in the story because the bi car is iconic.

I opened my eyes at the sound of someone moving only to find Charlotte already dressed on her clothes with her bag hanging from her arm and that white thing on her forehead covering the stitches.

What?.

I was comfortable and warm and I slowly realized how I was cuddling myself inside Dan's jacket. I blushed.

"Good morning, Abi" Charlotte said with a smile. "What are you wearing?"

I lifted an eyebrow.

"Good morning, Charlotte"

"Is that jacket..."

"Yes"

"Oooh. Let's go home so you can tell me everything."

"No, no, no. You sit back there and wait till the doctor comes and..."

She pulled a paper.

"I can leave"

"Oh Charlotte..."

This woman would be the death of me. I got up from the uncomfortable chair and I swear my whole body cracked when I fixed my posture. My cute blue dress was a mess and I should look like shit. But I had Danny's jacket on, which looked huge on me.

"Is it the boy's?"

I nodded.

"He brought you here?"

"We were having dinner when they called"

"Oh shit. Shit, Abi. I'm sorry, honey. Come here"

She gave me a hug. I sighed and hid on her neck.

"Don't scare me like this, Charlotte"

"It won't happen again" She pulled back and cupped my cheeks. "Now, put that hair in a bun, it's a bit messy"

"I wonder why"

We both laughed.

"Do you want me to call a taxi? Arthur's son has started this new..."

"Danny is picking us up."

She looked at me with big eyes.

"Your boy?"

I nodded embarrassed.

"Call him!"

As we left the room I called Danny.

"Hey! Is everything okay? I was waiting for your text"

'Yeah, everything is fine"

"Don't say you are already at home"

"I'm not." I smiled a bit. "We can already leave"

"Perfect. I'll be there soon."

"Don't run. Traffic must be horrible"

"Don't worry. Bye bye"

"Bye"

I hung the called.

"Oh you are so in love"

"I'm not. I barely know him"

We sat outside in a bench and she grabbed my hand.

"But you like him"

I took a deep breath. I couldn't lie to Charlotte.

"I do."

"He likes you."

I shrugged. It was pretty obvious he did.

"He took you here, left his jacket and is on its way to pick you up." He smiled. "I wish I could have found someone like that when I was young"

I chuckled.

"Can I steal yours?" She asked.

"Nop."

We both laughed. I grabbed her arm and laid my head on her shoulder.

"Was he nice yesterday?"

"He took me to his friends' restaurant. And it's full of plants. Really beautiful." I remembered with a smile. Everything about our short dinner was pleasantly craved in my mind. His interest in me, his questions, his hand on mine, his eyes when he talked about his family...

Our little second date had been more than perfect.

"Oh honey..."

She kissed my cheek.

"I don't want it to hurt." I whispered.

"Honey, it will if it has too. But you can't be scared your whole life. It hurt like mad when Robert left. You were too little to remember, but it was awful. I found Gregor, and Carmen then. Only because I didn't fear it. It didn't work with them either. But that's just because it wasn't meant to be. There is someone else out there for me. I know it. Just as there is someone for you. Maybe it's the Handsome Artist or maybe is someone else. But don't fear it. Don't fear love because you have so much to give to the world"

I blinked the tears away and she gently cleaned the one that had fallen.

"I'm so scared"

"I know, I know. But Arnie wouldn't be doing this. It's already a lot."

"You are gonna like him"

She smiled.

"Does he know?"

I shook my head. How could I tell Danny that my ex had messed me so bad that know I was scared of loving him?

We heard a car honking and we both look to the right. I gasped when I saw him climb out of a pink and brilliant car.

"Oh Abi, I already like him"

I chuckled when she got up and walked fast on Danny's direction.

"Charlotte! Slow down! You still have a concussion!"

I got up and followed her.

Daniel was there, he was wearing short shorts and a big oversized T-shirt. He also had a backwards cap and sunglasses. He looked comfy and cute. Cuddly.

"You must be Daniel. You really are as handsome as Molly told me. I can see why..."

"Charlotte!"

"Oh girl... I'm just introducing myself."

Daniel was laughing and slightly blushing. He took his sunglasses of and smiled at me.

"I'm Aunt Charlotte, dear. This one's favorite aunt"

"And the only one" I said.

"Yeah. That too" She laugh. "She always says I give her headaches, but the girl is just a little forest elf and loves silence"

"A little forest elf?" Daniel looked at me with a smile.

"She has been calling me that since I can remember." I walked to them and looked at Charlotte. "This is Danny, Charlotte. The guy who was nice enough to bring me here when you open your head again last night"

She laughed.

"Nice to meet you, Danny. Abigail only talks wonders about you"

"Oooh. She is too nice" Danny touch my hand softly and I blushed.

Oh boy.

Charlotte was the most precious thing I had in my life. She was my aunt, my granny, my mother, my best friend, my shoulder to cry, my mentor. She was everything for me. Letting people in like this was hard. She loved everyone, she was fast with bonds. And I didn't want her to start loving someone only for them to leave later. This wasn't ideal. It wasn't how I would have liked to do it. But that's life. It wasn't going that bad at the end.

"Oh, she left again. She does it often. Has plenty of space in that mind of hers. Her little own world."

I blinked twice.

"I was saying that he has to stay for breakfast. He must. I'm not accepting a no, Daniel."

"Okay, okay"

Yeah, the would be friends soon.

"Let's go. The carriage awaits"

Charlotte walked to the car, loving colorful and bright things.

"Pink car?" I asked Danny.

He smiled and nodded proudly.

"Cool?"

"Meh"

"You hurt me"

I chuckled.

"It's really cool, Danny. Unique. So unique"

"It's a magnet for girls" He said pointing at Charlotte, who was already sat on the front passenger seat.

"Yeah, you already won her" I said smiling.

I tried to walk to the car, but he took my hand.

"Is she okay?"

I nodded.

"Perfect. Another scare"

"And you?" He thread his fingers with mine and touched the neck of my (his) jacket.

I smiled.

"I'm okay. I just feel as if I had slept on a hospital chair."

He chuckled.

"Well... We couldn't finish our date but Charlotte invited me to breakfast so... It's okay for you?"

I took a deep bread and nodded with a smile.

"Of course"

I had to sit on the back, admiring the not so discreet car who was actually the coolest car. Charlotte was speaking nonstop and Daniel was more than happy to listen.

"Yeah, Abigail sometimes get angry. She can be a bit grumpy..."

"I get angry because you shouldn't do all that stuff."

"No fighting in my pink car, girls"

"Listen to you boy, honey. No fighting. I was just picking a pot. It wasn't my fault that it fell on my head."

"A pot fell in your head!"

Danny POV.

It was actually funny. They were polar opposites. Charlotte was energetic, she hadn't stop talking and had a scandalous personality. Abi was calm, quiet and soft. They wore similar clothes. Unmatched, different patterns convined but the older with more brilliant colors while Abi chose more pale ones. It's was as if they were both faces of the same coin.

I could see her sitting in the back of my car each time I looked through the mirror. She had a smile on her face and always had a sarcastic comment for her Aunt's antics.

Charlotte was the one supposed to guide me, but she always forgot to give me directions. Instead, I had Abi softly touching my shoulder and telling me where to turn.

"Right there!" It was the only indication she gave me.

The woman had a concussion and stitches on her forehead but moved as a kid. It was a particular person. She opened the door and then went inside. I looked at Abi as she got out of the car and sighed. My jacket looked big on her, it almost covered her short blue dress. Her hair was in a messy bun. She was so pretty. So fucking pretty.

I followed her and carefully touched her waist. Last night was probably one of the best nights I had spent with someone. Even if it was short. I felt it. I saw how there was something there.

"Difficult?"

"It's hard to raise an adult"

I laughed.

"She can be too much, she doesn't have a filter. So... If something bothers you, please say it. She understands and..."

I cut her with a quick kiss on her cheek. I had already seen her spiraling into anxious thoughts many times.

"It's fine, really." I whispered. Her checks turned pink.

"Okay..."

She guided me upstairs. The place looked exactly how I would have imagined it. Packed with lots of things, random furniture and of course plants. More plants than I could count.

"Welcome home, Danny! Abi makes the best pancakes ever. And I have already set the coffee machine."

How?

"You invited him, why do I have to cook?"

"You win a man's heart by winning his stomach first"

Abi groaned and walked away. Charlotte laughed and I could just giggle. She was cute.

She took my jacket off and carefully hang it on a chair. It was one of my favorite jackets but I was more than willing to give it to her of it meant to watch her wearing it.

"I will cook. But only because you have to rest."

She disappeared in the short corridor.

"That's her room. She still sleeps here sometimes. We have dinner together every week at least 4 times. I can't just let my little girl go that easily. Molly comes often so you are invited too. Her friends are my friends."

"Thank you Charlotte"

I felt more than welcome on the little family.

"Are you a nice guy, right?"

I looked at the woman. She was dead serious for the first time.

"Yes"

"I didn't warned the others. So I feel like I should warn you."

The others...

"Don't hurt her. Don't you dare to hurt my girl because she is too good for this world."

I swallowed. How would I hurt her?

"What did she told you? You are pale"

She was there. She was wearing a huge t-shirt from Willson & Co. Paints and Decorations.

I shook my head. Charlotte caressed my arm and walked to the kitchen.

"If she..."

"Abigail. Stop worrying" I pushed her slightly and she took me to the kitchen.

She was soon cooking her pancakes as Charlotte and I observed her.

Abigail was playing music. Mt Joy. Bug Eyes. Meybe she was thinking we were not paying attention. Or maybe she didn't care. But she was moving her body at the sound of the music and muttering the lyrics softly.

On the day you left I could tell by your text

That you were gonna ruin my life

Cause bug eyes get a good look at the windshield

"It's her favorite song. She adores it. Since the moment it came out. Good mood, bad mood. That's her song" Charlotte whispered.

I looked at Abi and let it sink.

And in that water, dark dark water

Eyes could see no farther than my hands

You said you wanted a plan

May you always look forward

And may all your love be returned

There will be peace

There will be light on you

There will be colors

For you to come home too, yeah

I'm always waiting for you girl

I'm always waiting

So maybe I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait

And maybe I'll wait too long

You were the first but you won't be the last

If I keep traveling on

Always look forward

And may all your love be returned

Hold on tight, I think I might

Have wasted all my time on fear

But if I were, would you be so rude

And tell me what I have to hear?

Let it kill, let it

Alright

But are we

Alright?

Let it kill, let it learn, let it lie

Let it fall out of the corner of your eye

I live out on the range now

But I can't complain

I had everything

Alright

But are we, are we alright?

Let it kill, let it learn, let it lie

Let it fall out of the corner of your eye

To live and die and see the world through someone else's eye

To live and die and see the world through someone else's eye

I live out on the range but I can't complain, I had everything

Alright

And then are we, are we alright?

Let it kill, let it learn, let it lie

Let it fall out of the corner of your eye

To live and die and see the world through someone else's eye

I felt heavy, I felt light. I just wanted to get up and hug her, to sway slowly with the music and her. To promise I would always be there. To promise her all the love I had.

But then Charlotte grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.

"She likes you a lot. It has been so long since I've seen her like this. She just need a lot of love back. She needs to be loved and taken care of."

"I can hear you whisper, Charlotte" Abigail muttered without turning.

"So...your friends have a restaurant." Charlotte said changing the subject.

I was even shaking.

"Yes. One of them has also a pub down the beach."

"Oh, that's fantastic. We have to go some time"

I heard Abi's soft laugh and then the sound of the pancake cooking.

"And you are from Australia? Which part? I met a guy from Australia once. The seventies. He was a sufer" She winked at me. "It seems like we have a type"

I laughed.

"Charlotte..."

"What!?"

"Oh jeez." They were so fun together.

"I won't cook pancakes for you"

"The doctor said..."

"The doctor said you should stop picking pits from high selves"

"He did not"

"He did, you were asleep. He even wrote it down. Just check the papers."

I loved this version of her. She was calm. No nerves. No diving deep in thoughts. Just her being all cute and sarcastic.

I'm falling so hard. So so hard.

I was just praying for her to not leave.

"Here. For Danny because he is a good boy and doesn't pick things he should not"

I laughed when she laid the plate in front of me.

"Can I help?"

She looked at me and smiled softly.

"Fill the cups with coffee. Charlotte likes hers with not much milk. But I love it with..."

"Lots of milk." I didn't even knew the first time. It had just been a coincidence but she had loved it.

She nodded and smiled.

"Exactly. Two spoons of sugar for both of us. And just get for yourself what you like most"

I nodded.

"You are cute guys"

Abigail looked down and blushed. I just wanted to hug her and gave her a thousand kisses.

"Does you family live here?" Charlotte asked once we were having breakfast. The woman was sitting next to me and Abigail in front of me.

Somehow I felt this all was real. I felt as if we were a thing. As if this was something we did usually. I wanted all of this.

"No. They live in Perth. They are visiting soon"

"Oh! That's so nice" Charlotte exclaimed. "And you are a tattoo artist? I always wanted to get one"

Abigail gasped.

"Did you?"

"Yes"

"Abi knows where to find me so..."

"Oh fantastic!"

Abigail smiled.

They were awesome.

"When this one here showed me shw would get one I couldn't believe it at first. She has like a thousand earrings right?"

I nodded. Her ears were full of little silver rings and each time I had seen her she had worn some different on the lobe.

"She cried."

I gasped. Abigail was covering her face.

"She was sixteen when she got the first one. That one" She pointed her tragus piercing. "I went with her because I was the responsible adult. She cried, Daniel!"

"Well, she behaved so well when I tattooed her. It hurts right?"

Abigail nodded. She was blushing.

"So bad"

"She was brave"

She looked down her breakfast and drank from the mug.

Beautiful, beautiful girl.

"Not even a single tear?"

"Nope. All strong and brave. One of the strongest"

"Oh stop..."

"She is shy, Danny." Charlotte elbowed me.

"Charlotte..."

I reached my hand and pinched her warm cheek, making her blush even more.

"Are tattoos as addictive as they say?" Charlotte asked.

I pushed my chair back and showed then my thigh.

"I started only with the front one, and now look at this"

"Oh! What a beautiful thing!"

I looked at Abi. She was looking at my leg, biting her lip and with rossy cheeks.

That's good, right?

"I like the flower" She said.

The flower was almost on my knee.

"Yeah?"

She nodded with a tiny smile.

"Do you want more?" Charlotte said turning to Abi.

She looked at me as I sat.

"I don't know. I haven't thought much about it."

"You should get a flower too. You love flowers" Charlotte insisted.

Abi laughed and shook her head.

"Which flower"

I lift my eyebrows.

"Um... Almond."

Abi bit her lip.

"Why almonds?"

"You mum liked them a lot"

Abi's face changed for a second, then she tried to hide it.

I stayed still, not moving and waiting for an answer. Then she looked at me.

"Could you?"

I nodded.

The door bell interrupted us and Abi was fast to go and open. Charlotte looked at me again.

I was ready for another warning or deep advice about her niece.

"How do you find her?"

"Like... As a person?"

She nodded.

"Unique. I think. Different from others I met"

She smiled.

"That's how I raised her. She makes an impact, doesn't she?"

I nodded. The girl was stuck in my mind since moment one.

"What do you like about her?"

I swallowed. Difficult question.

"We could be done sooner if you asked what I don't like about her"

"Tell me then"

I felt my whole body go cold. Was there something?

"She sometimes seems to be scared of me."

"Oh honey, that's not her fault. Just show her she should not"

And whose fault is it? What the fuck did the others did to her?

"Where is my favorite aunt!?"

Molly appeared through the door, followed by Abigail, who was fast to get some pancakes for her friend too.

Molly kissed Charlotte's cheek and then looked at me.

"And how are you?"

"Good, I'm good."

Abigail turned to me and gave me a weird look.

Then Molly started asking questions to Charlotte and I got up.

"Hey..." I whispered.

"What did she said?"

"No-"

"I don't buy it"

"She warned me."

"Fuck..."

"Then she asked me what I like about you"

She looked up.

"Sorry, she is so intense. So is Molly. I don't know how I keep up with them"

I smiled.

"Maybe it was a training for when I met you" She whispered and then bit her lip. She closed her eyes and let her head fall. No filter Abi was back.

"Is it good?"

She nodded.

"It's good. I can manage intense people well. You have lots of energy, which I don't so... Yeah. I'm ready."

That's good, right? It means she is good with me.

"Just don't try to lower yourself because of me. My therapist says it is horrible to change yourself for someone else. I'm not doing it now. I'm showing the real Abi, so show the real Daniel because I don't want surprises later."

"Fine, yes. I will. I promise."

I looked at the two woman sitting on the table. They were looking, probably hearing. Abi was so comfortable around them that she had talked about something like this in front of them.

Molly winked at me and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"What has she done?"

"She notice everything Danny. She may be quiet, but she is like a little spy."

"A little forest elf"

"I hate you all and I won't pancakes for any of you ever again"

We all laughed.

I felt at home with them. They were a little family. They loved and appreciated each other. They breathe so much love and it made me happy.

But it left me with so much to think about. With so many memories and stuff going around my head. So many doubts.

I find this a kind of messy chapter. I just wanted to write something domestic and show more how Abigail is. I think I did it write.

Next part: The Ricciardos.

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