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oitommothetease · 3 years

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Invisible String (9/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2k words

You weren't a morning person, hell, you weren’t even a person in the morning. Therefore, when you woke up to two kids playing with your hair and jumping on your bed, you wanted to strangle them or shove them on the floor. But again, you loved those little demons so you just groaned loudly, clearly irritated and you decided to keep your eyes closed, hoping that your ignorance will make them leave you alone. You squeezed your eyes shut and didn't open them until you heard a familiar voice chuckling.

“Carol told me you aren't a morning person, but this-” James didn't finish his sentence, his lips breaking into a cheeky grin, and as much annoyed as you were at his teasing, you kind of thought he looked gorgeous. Who looked so gorgeous this early in the morning? A smile made its way to your face and you instantly wiped it off, feigning offense.

“Carol? You're already on a first-name basis with my sister?”

“Aw, don't worry, doll. I'm just trying to be friendly with your family or should I say my future family as your mother reminded me ten minutes ago,” he pestered, moving towards you to hand you the cup of coffee in his hand. Bucky winked teasingly when you accepted it, and you mumbled a ‘thank you’.

That pet name made your stomach do some somersaults and you didn't trust yourself enough to speak. It's not like the first time he called you ‘doll’, in fact, he had been calling you that the moment you started fake dating. But it was something about the way he said it as if the word was made for you and nobody could say that word unless it wasn't voiced by him for you. He didn't notice the flush in your eyes and even if he did, he didn't mention it.

“That’s it. You’re done hanging out with my family,” you articulated, “You are officially infected.”

“Don’t be like that, doll. Come on, breakfast’s ready.”

At the age of 18, when you were finally a college girl, you decided that breakfast was a myth created by Satan. When you lived with your parents, the breakfast consisted of extravagant food like pancakes, waffles and fruits. Once you moved away for college, your breakfast shifted to coffee and maybe a toast if you had the time before your first lecture. And the second you were independent, coffee became your boyfriend, keeping you up at night and also, your best friend, keeping you up in the morning without dozing off in classes.

So, sitting again at a dining table with your family and fake boyfriend/boss was very awkward, to say the least. But of course, your sister had the magical ability where she took an awkward silence and converted it into an uncomfortable conversation.

“We hope we didn't wake you up last night. Nick and I tend to get loud sometimes,” Carol joked and you coughed, choking on your food, and James laughed awkwardly.

James' hand instinctively came to your back, running calming circles with his palm and you shot a deathly glare to your sister.

“Oh, we know all about that,” James teased, bringing your chair closer to him. Your eyes widened and you whipped your head towards him so quickly that your neck hurt. What was he saying? This man, your boyfriend, fake boyfriend was a completely different person than your boss (not that you were complaining). He was funny, charming, he made you feel comfortable and something else you weren’t ready to point out just yet.

You could see yourself falling for a man like James. No, he is your boss and sort of criminal. Get your shit together, you told yourself.

After the very awkward breakfast, thanks to Carol. Your mother told you to show James around town and you would have said no but that meant you’d have to stay at home with your family, which was worse. So when James accepted your offer to go to your favorite burger place nearby, you were relieved.

“This burger is amazing, but nothing compared to Barry’s,” James stated.

You nodded your head, chewing the remnant of food in your mouth properly before speaking, “Nothing compares to Sally and her food.”

You liked being with James, everything about him made you want this, the real thing with him, not the whole faux boyfriend play. You wanted him and you were sure that he didn’t. One look at him was sufficient for anyone to know how handsome he was, and how oblivious he was to the waitress ogling him. He didn’t spare her a glance, he was probably used to the attention that he stopped caring about it. Of course, if you weren't overthinking at the moment, you would have noticed that he didn't care about anyone else - well, except you.

“The waitress was totally checking you out,” you informed James. You were very jealous, but you wouldn't stop your crush on your boss to stop him from living his life. He had already sacrificed a lot for you, you didn't want to cock-block him on top of that.

“No, she wasn’t,” he huffed, looking at you for any sign that this conversation displeased you the way it did him.

“I swear she was,” you said, “You should ask her out. She’s cute.”

“No, I’m taken.”

“But you’re not taken, James. This isn’t real,” you retorted and it hurt you so much to say. Sometimes you wished you could be a selfish bitch but you couldn’t do that to James. He deserves someone who would cherish and love him, not give him a faux relationship. “You should ask her out.”

“Do you want me to?” James asked, his voice was laced with desperation that you couldn't understand. Why would he care about your opinion?

Bucky hoped that you would say no, he needed a sign to know that you wanted him too. His tone was despondent because he was hoping that this could be more. He really wanted it to be. But when you said yes, everything came shattering down for him. You didn’t want him and God, he was so frustrated that he could cry. What sick game was the universe playing with him? He felt like a rat stuck in a cage with cheese right outside, in front of him. Even though he was so close to you, you were still out of his reach.

“You know what?,” he pondered, “Now that I think about it maybe I should ask her out?”

“Like right now?” you questioned, taken aback by his sudden and unexpected change in demeanor.

“Yeah!” he cheered enthusiastically, “No time like the present, right? You can get home by yourself?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, already walking back towards the restaurant, and you murmured a ‘yeah’ which he didn’t even notice because he was already jogging towards the burger place.

When you reached home alone, tears welled up in your eyes, and you ran up to the bathroom to avoid stumbling upon your family. Maybe you shouldn't have pushed him, maybe if you didn’t then he wouldn’t have pursued the waitress. He wouldn’t have gone if you didn’t shove him towards the cute waitress. Why were you such a good person?

Your thoughts were brought to a halt with frantic knocks on the door. Instantly, you wiped your eyes and opened up the door to be met with your sister’s kids. Izzy and Alex didn’t give you any time before getting a hold of your hand and rushing you outside to help them set up the trampoline.

Your family was already out there, and you hoped your face didn’t say, ’I've been crying in the bathroom.’ Your sister and her husband were seated on a blanket which was spread out on the grass, sipping wine, and your parents were admiring their grandchildren.

“Auntie Y/N!” Alex exclaimed and Izzy added, “Help us fix the trampoline please.”

You agreed because those two were the only people in the world that considered you their friend without asking for anything in return. Moreover, it was a good distraction, if you stayed in a room thinking about James, then you would probably lose your sanity. So, once you started setting up the trampoline for the kids, it became somewhat fun, and you almost forgot all about James, and how he must be talking to that girl and how that girl must be flirting with him. You hoped he didn’t call her doll, you knew you were being unreasonable and immature, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Izzy and Alex made their way towards their parents and whispered something about you being so in love with James that his absence made you angry.

You ignored them and the way your sister smiled, you were so focused on fitting the trampoline spring that you did not realize someone was standing behind you until two strong hands came around you, taking the spring from your hand and attaching it to the corner.

You knew it was James, no one would touch your hand so gently, any other man would have snatched the spring from your hold and mansplained it’s process to you. But James wasn’t doing that, he wanted to be near you, to have your attention fully that is why he took the spring from you. He didn’t undermine you. No, he desired you to notice him, the guy who has been trying all weekend to get you to like him. He wanted you to see Bucky, not your boss, James.

You could feel his head looming over your shoulder, you dared to crane your neck in his direction to find him already looking at you with a smile on his face. You were so dazed in his eyes that you didn’t notice that he was wearing a white shirt instead of the one he wore in the morning. You did not notice that he didn’t leave you to get the waitress’s number, instead he got a customized shirt that read 'I heart Y/N'. You only noticed him.

Furthermore, you didn’t care about anything else at the moment, just him. Bucky eyed your lips longer than he should have and leaned a bit towards you; a question. You answered his question by closing the distance between you and crashing your lips with his. His hands engulfed around your waist, flushing your back against his chest and he kissed you feverishly.

The kids were right.

You were in love, and that love was reciprocated by the man who was holding you like you were his archer and kissing you like you were the source of his last breath. But both of you were too unaware to realize that the other felt the same way.

Everyone could see that, your mother looked over at your father and your sister looked at her husband, smiling, reminiscing the way they fell in love just like you and Bucky. The kids looked at you both with hope, aspiring to have a love like that in their future, the kind they saw in movies and in the couples around them.

What you didn't realize was that there was one other set of eyes watching you from a car in the distance. Rumlow finally found his rival's vulnerability, and he was going to do everything in his power to exploit and eventually kill Bucky’s weakness, his love, you.

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asterroidd · 3 years

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fragment in time

↬ Reincarnation/Soulmate AU

—Wherein past lovers would always find each other in a different life.

↬ Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Reader

↬ Word count: 4.4k

↬ Synopsis: Perhaps in another lifetime, you and Levi would finally be together.

↬ not proofread, capn’ :’)

The smell of blood wafted through the air. Screams of terror of fallen soldiers plagued your senses as man-eating-giants unhinged their jaws, their large teeth sinking down into the soft flesh of your comrades. Their blood splattered around, your terrified eyes watching each and every one in your squad being eaten alive by the titans.

It was a simple mistake, an error created by the supposed messenger from the other squad of soldiers reporting in to inform you of the titan wreaking havoc amongst the lands to the west. You took them upon their word, heeding into the information, and as such steered the squad towards the east to avoid the chaos.

But they were supposed to say east. East was where the giant beasts are.

Which brings you back to today's scene, wherein you are badly injured—and perhaps internally bleeding—with an aberrant titan desolating your men.

Biting down your cheeks, you groaned in pain as you adjusted yourself into a sitting position. Hands flying down to your stomach in attempts to stop the bleeding caused by a titan that caught you earlier. You were in death's door—a foot in the grave you have dug yourself in ever since you signed up to be a soldier in the Survey Corps—ready to embrace the sweet release of death that would finally rid you of this hellish world. That is until one of your men saved you, slicing the fingers that are wrapped around your torso and harshly tossed you to the side and out of harm's way.

You froze in horror, unable to recover your mental state after being a hair's width to cessation.

"Lieutenant (____)! Take my horse and esca—" was their last words before the titan bit of their head. The beast looming over their figure, a sickening grin adorned their face as saliva trickled down its chin. It let out a small grunt of pleasure, gulping down the severed head of your comrade. Their lifeless body slowly slumped down until they fell with a thud against the grass. Dirt mixed with fresh blood dirtied their pristine white shirt they wore along with the Survey Corps uniform.

You felt so useless. . .so powerless.

The scene played inside your thoughts like a broken record playing in repeat. Over and over again. . .

It was a nightmare much worse than those you have in your sleep. No. . . this is reality. This was actually happening right before your eyes. With a shaky hand, you brought it up to cup your cheek, smearing blood all over it as you lightly pinched yourself to confirm that you are actually awake and are not simply dreaming.

You wanted to save your squad—your friends whom you trained and joked with back inside the walls. The very same people who were assigned to you by Erwin. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Your body wouldn't budge.

It was as if fate was tricking with you—letting time slow down for you to witness the horrific scene before you. You wanted to take a break, just a brief moment to recollect your thoughts and congregate yourself to fight back against the titans. You wanted to fight back; to slice the nape of the titan that killed most of your squad. But you find yourself unable to. Shoulders slumping down in defeat, eyes swimming with salty tears, and mouth so dry like those desserts Armin spoke of.

As the titan's hands hover above, your life flashed before you. Recounting your most joyous moments from childhood to adulthood. Like that one time your mother gave you a hand-sewn doll for your birthday. Or when you got accepted to the Survey Corps despite your family's protests.

You'll die a terrible death, they say. It's safer inside the walls.

But you defied them, enlisting your name the moment it was announced that the military branch was recruiting a new set of soldiers for the next expedition happening in a few months. Your first time outside the walls was different.

Instead of puking everywhere and shaking in your horse, you felt strangely calm and excited. Not only that but you also easily killed the titans coming your way. Which in return shocked the higher-ups and eventually gave you your own squad a few months later due to your pure skill.

But perhaps the most memorable event in your life was meeting your fiance, Levi Ackerman. You met him a few years back—when he was still a fresh new recruit just like you. His skills with the 3d maneuver gear were no joke. The male looked so graceful whilst swinging from tree to tree. Moving as fast as sound as he sliced off the napes of giant beasts that dared come close to him.

You idolized him at first—looking up to him in astonishment and hopes that one day, you would also possess the same prowess as him. Perhaps being on par with him in speed and killing titans was your goal. And so you set out to accomplish that ambition of yours; training every day until you pass out from exhaustion, harnessing your skills in hand-to-hand combat, and of course, improving your technique in using the 3d maneuver gear.

That surely got his interest, because months later Levi started to acknowledge you more. Whether it was a simple nod and greeting when both of you passed each other in the hallways. Visiting you in your room when he knew a friend of yours died during the expedition. And of course, Levi bringing you tea to your office in the wee hours of the morning whilst you are drowning in piles and piles of paperwork.

Before you knew it, you and he confessed to each other one night. You remembered it as clear as day. There were no clouds that moment, letting the moon shine brightly and provide light to the dimmest corners of the base. The stars were also out, glimmering in a rhythmic pattern that you grew to love.

I think I have feelings for you. . .romantic ones, you first confessed to him. Your hands bawled up in a tight fist, your eyes screwed shut, and heart hammering against your chest in anticipation of his answer. Much to your delight, he reciprocated your feelings.

That's good to hear, you swore there was a small smile. I feel the same way.

You relish in the memories of you and Levi inside his office. Every activity with him makes your heart swell and heat rush to your face. Being with Levi makes you forget the horrors of the world offers and instead replace it with comfort and blissful moments. Whether it was a simple trip downtown, spontaneous cuddle sessions when no one was around, and of course the pleasure-filled occasions with him behind the closed door of his office.

You treasured every moment inside your heart. And you would do whatever it takes to experience those once again.

What you were going to do was obviously a suicide mission—you should've just taken a horse just like what your comrade said. But you are one stubborn one.

Despite your body screaming in pain and agony, you won't die in vain. No, you'll stand up and fight back. Levi is expecting you to return back home intact and alive. You fired the hooks in a nearby tree, reeling yourself towards it before releasing it. There was a brief moment you're flying in the air. Everything was silent save for you hearing your own clamoring heartbeat against your rib cage. You've managed to escape in the nick of time, the titan's fists closing in the area where you once were. You could've died right then and there if it weren't for you acting quickly.

Your eyes clouded with rage, you fired the hooks once again, only this time to the nape of the beast. In one fell swoop, its nape detached itself from the rest of the body. A grunt escaped past your lips, an electric-like shot of pain coursed your veins. Air whistled past your ears as your velocity pushed you towards the side. Somehow in the process of killing the titan, its blood splattered on your face as well clothes.

With immediate effect, mind you, as small wisps of smoke emerged from your clothes. A sign that the blood is vaporizing. You kept your eyes low, staring at the gaping mouth of the now-deceased beast. Within a few minutes, its once strong skin would disintegrate. Turning into piles of bones that, if given more time, would also fall apart. Like a bubble bursting into nothingness once in contact with air.

You let out a small sigh of relief, letting your knees buckle and come in contact with the ground. It was a miracle that you could move despite your wounds.

Though, you celebrated all too early.

A shiver went down your spine as you heard the loud thumping behind. You whipped your head to the sound, eyes widening as a titan much bigger than the one you have killed was making its way towards you. Their mouth was stretched in an eerie smile, body covered with blood—with what you presumed was human's from another group of soldiers. Perhaps it heard the commotion and as such ventured towards the sound.

"Shit. . ." you cursed, finally realizing that you were out of gas and the blades are dull. The horses, as you observed earlier, were injured and some ran away. Even the one your comrade left for you was long gone, nowhere to be seen.

You imagined death so much it feels like a memory. Is this where it gets you? On your knees while the titan several feet ahead of you. You see it coming as clear as day, the surroundings a blur as you fixed attention on the beast. Do you run? Do you scream? Do you close your eyes and accept death? Though, you knew all too well that with your cracked ribs and injury, you wouldn't run as far.

You chose the latter.

Hands releasing the blades, you closed your eyes as you embraced the impending death.

When the titan wrapped its fingers around your finger, you kept your mouth shut. Not even a scream escaping past. Your breath hitched, breathing in the godawful stench as the beast opened its mouth. Perhaps salivating at the thought of gnawing at your flesh.

A choice with no regrets, that is what Levi said. True, you had a lot of regrets throughout your life, but you would never regret meeting him and enjoying every moment with him. Even if it was brief and shortcoming, you cherished it. Though, you truly did hope you would see his face once again. To relish under his touch. To hear his voice once more. Oh, how you wished you bid farewell before you take your final breath.

You cried in pain as its teeth slowly sunk into your flesh, your lower half of the body bit by bit being detached from the rest. Tears streamed down your cheeks. This was finally it. The moment wherein you would take your last breath and leave this hellish reality.

That is, until a strong gust of wind passed by.

"(____)!!" you knew the voice all too well. It was Levi's.

You opened your eyes, realizing now that the male had successfully killed the beast and is now carrying you in his arms. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising up and down vehemently. "You—" he started. Fear danced in his eyes, perhaps tears clouding his vision despite his attempts to keep it at bay. It was a rare sight to see Levi crying, usually, only a handful of people get to witness it. That said, you were always the one to comfort him in his darkest nights.

Levi carefully set you down, letting you lay down on the grass. "Don't you dare close your eyes, (____)!!" he pleaded. Hands clasping your shoulder blades.

"The others are coming this way—" he fought back a sob. "Just—just keep your eyes open long enough."

But you and he knew all too well that the deep gash in your abdomen as a result of the titan sinking its teeth is far too severe to be treated. The damage has already been done, it would be magic if the medic could heal you. Still, Levi clung to that hope that you would survive. That you would be back in the walls with him just in time for the wedding to happen after the expedition.

Levi was frantic. Unsure of what to do in seeing you in such a state he knew would be far-fetched to heal.

A minute.

He deduced that with your injury and blood continuously pouring out, you would still have a minute or two with him before you leave for good. Levi hated the thought of losing you. He blamed himself for letting you separate from him for this mission. So when he was informed that a titan wreaked havoc upon you and your squad, Levi did not think twice in changing directions in order to check up on you.

If only he was fast enough. If only he could turn back the time so Levi could save you in the nick of time before the titan drilled its teeth unto your flesh. But he knew all too well that what has happened has already been done. So for one last time, he'll make sure that the time spent with you would leave no regrets.

In contrast to him, love and mirth danced in your eyes, sparkling like a radiant summer sun glistening and being reflected on a puddle of water. Carefully and somewhat sluggish, you raised your hand to cup Levi's cheeks. Your thumb caressing his skin that you love oh so much.

"I'm glad I could see your face one last time. . ." you murmured under your breath, too weak to raise your voice.

Levi tightened his grip on your shoulders, this is it. The moment he'll lose another loved one yet again. "Save your energy. Don't you dare leave me," he spat.

"Levi. . ." you chuckled despite the pain. "You and I both know that I wouldn't make it in time. . ."

His broken expression made you wish this was all a dream.

"So. . ." you trailed off. "Just hold my hand, please?"

You blinked as black spots danced in her eyes. You were getting sleepy though ironically your body can't rest. The pain in your lower half was gone but when you tried moving, the pain emerged again. It somehow finds a way to wake you up. It was as if fate knew to keep you awake just to have one final moment with your beloved.

Levi closed his eyes, finally accepting reality and abiding by your request. With shaky hands, he clasped yours quite harshly. He was not ready to lose you.

"I'll see you in another time. . ." he slowly spoke. "We'll meet each other again and I'll find you."

One tear slid down your cheek, "Yeah. . . See you."

You woke up with a start, eyes flying open and you gasping for breath.

The room was dark, save for the small light given by the sun which was shielded by the floral curtain. A blue vase etched with gold ethnic marks and aster flowers in it sat at the windowsill. The first thing you registered was the feeling of cotton against your skin and the dark surroundings of your room. Slowly, you moved into a sitting position, your body feeling light as if you are floating in thin air.

That dream of yours had been reoccurring more often, plaguing your thoughts every night as you hit the haystack and welcome the sweet embrace of sleep—as if some outward forces want to tell you something.

You were in a trance—fog clouding your brain as you recalled. Distantly, your fingers ran over the soft cotton blanket, you can't help but feel like you were forgetting something.

Something important.

It was odd enough that giant naked men are desolating the lands; eating every human that comes across its way. But the thought of actually fighting it using a device far too technical for you to understand is what makes it absurd. That one particular scene keeps replaying over and over again when you sleep. You are confused—flabbergasted even. Though, it could only point to one answer.

It was a hand maiden's tale. A story passed down from generation to generation that the person constantly reappearing in your dreams was your soulmate. Though you wanted to believe that, it was a slim chance that it could actually be true. For starters, you were not a superstitious person—you believed in facts and data instead of made-up tales by who knows who. Still, something deep inside you was screaming that the male in your dreams was your destined beloved.

So as you strolled down the halls of the campus, you can’t help but let your thoughts drift off to the dream that incessantly appears at night. It was yet another day of you visiting the library to check if there are any new books added to the catalog. It may seem a nerd-ish move, but who could blame you? Thousands upon thousands of books right at your fingertips that you could easily access for free. Who wouldn’t want free books?

The soft beep of the monitor lets you know that your ID card has been scanned and as such recorded that you have, yet again, visited the library. As you stepped inside the room, there are a couple of students slumped over the tables. Their laptops opened, notes sprawled out, and multiple pens scattered around. Despite the obvious studious set-up, half of them are on their phone or sleeping. Talk about slacking off.

Shaking your head, you opted to walk straight into the fiction section where you spend most of your time scouring each shelf in search of a new adventure. Though, you halted momentarily as an unfamiliar figure came into view. They were searching for something—at least that is what you presumed given their furrowed eyebrows and the occasional curse underneath their breath.

It is such a rare sight to see someone other than you in the fiction aisle. Mainly since most students would be in other sections searching for biographies, dissertations, and old literature stuff that would aid them in their studies. At first, you thought it was Arlert, the freshman you met a couple of months back when both of you happen to stumble upon each other. The male happens to be searching for a specific sci-fi book. Luckily, you had practically memorized each shelf in the fiction section. As such, you helped him find the novel he desires. Before you knew it, you and he had become close friends that would occasionally talk to each other about books both of you enjoy.

But that isn’t the case this time. Armin’s iconic blond hair wasn’t in sight. Instead, onyx black in an undercut hairstyle is what greeted you. Wait a minute—he exactly looks like the male in your dreams.

You stepped closer, quiet as to not disturb or startle him. When you got close to the figure, you concluded that, indeed, he is the male in your dreams; quite literally and figuratively.

True, he is the exact spitting image of the male you’ve been seeing every night when you’re fast asleep. But also he is exactly your type; sharp jawline that could probably cut your finger, steel gray eyes that look oh so mysterious, and saints, the way you could see small veins on his pale hand drives you crazy.

“Uhmm. . .do you need help?” you voiced out without thinking twice. You had to slap yourself internally when the male turned around to glare at you.

He rose a brow, eyes trailing from head to toe as if questioning you what are you doing.

“Ah—uhm. I didn’t mean to startle you but I am quite familiar with this section so maybe I could help you with what you are looking for.”

The male narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed into a thin line. Both of you shared silence, the distant hum of the air conditioner was the only thing you could hear. “What happened to Lori,” he abruptly spoke which perplexed you.

“What. . ?”

“I am looking for the second book of ‘What happened to Lori’. Do you know where that is?”

Your mouth fell open in realization as to what he was pertaining to. It was the exact book that you bought a week ago after finding out that the library doesn’t have the second book to the duology. It was a hefty price, but all was worth it since the story is all too intriguing to be left behind in book one. You needed answers and a continuation, and as such bought the second book online.

“The second book isn’t actually available. . .” you explained. The male cursed under his breath, something about the library being a useless piece of shit that was stupid enough to not buy the second book considering it was a duology.

The very book he is looking for is inside your bag. Frankly, you only finished it halfway so you were not too sure if you want to let him borrow it. But, with one look at the male, you can’t help but be amazed at how he is the carbon copy of the person that keeps appearing in your dreams.

You weren’t a superstitious person, but could this male be your soulmate?

He was about to leave you, that is until you called out to him. “But I have the second book with me,” you stammered. If it means that you would get to see him again and perhaps know some answers, then you are more than willing to lend him your book. “You could borrow it if you want. . .?”

The male looked at you from the corner of his eye, observing the way you fidget in your place and how you refused to look at him directly in the eye by continuously letting your gaze shift from book to book on the shelves.

“If that’s fine with you, then sure.”

With shaky hands, you frantically fished inside your bag in an attempt to look for the book. He was silent as you pulled out the said item and handed it over to him. The male, with astonishment dancing in his eyes, took the book from your hands and examined its cover and pages.

“Have. . .have I seen you somewhere before?” you dared ask, eager to confirm if you were plain hallucinating or perhaps the soulmate-thing is indeed true. That, suppose, you also appear in his dreams every night. It was far-fetched, but you were ambitious to find out answers.

The male let out one drained sigh, irritation washed over his features. “Look, if you are trying to hit on me then I’m not interested.”

Wait, what? You weren’t—

“I-I’m not!” you stammered, hands flailing around. “I just thought you look familiar.”

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut short when the deafening clap of the thunder followed by a flash of light interrupted him. Both of you looked out the window to see the sky as black as tar, clouded by dark gray nimbus clouds as small drops of rain fell to the ground. Then it gradually got heavy all too soon.

The color drained from your face as you realized that you forgot to bring an umbrella today. Not only that but you were totally unprepared for the sudden change in weather given that you were wearing a thin shirt.

You bit your lip, brows curling up at the thought of shivering as you wait for the rain to dissipate. If anything, you totally despise the cold and how it makes your nose all runny and hair stand. Internally scolding yourself, you made a mental note to always check the weather update before going out of your dorm.

“Tch. . .” the male clicked his tongue. “Here.”

You were surprised to feel the soft fabric of his jacket draped over your shoulders, giving you warmth. Did he just—did he just gave you his jacket?

“You’re shivering like a fucking wet dog,” he explained. “So wear that. . .”

A flush crept up your face as the musky scent of his cologne with a hint of artificial fragrance from what you presumed is the smell of cleaning products wafted through your nose. You’ve got to say, this jacket of his truly is comfortable. With it being lined with cotton on the inside, the thick wool serving as a second layer for warmth, and the exquisite color combination of forest green and gold of the clothing. Slowly, you slipped your arms inside the sleeves and tucking your hands deep inside its pockets. Oddly enough, it fits you just well given—not too big nor small.

The male turned on his heel, about to take his leave, again, without bidding you farewell. But you grabbed onto his sleeve just in time before he could leave the vicinity.

“When—uhh—when can I return this?”

He looked at you with a confused expression, as if asking if you are dumb or whatnot. “Isn’t that obvious?”

“What I mean is, oh gods, I don’t have any ways to contact you whatsoev—“

“So you want my number?”

Someone please kill me right now, you whimpered.

“What? No, I was ju—“

“Yeah, yeah I get it. Hurry up and give me your phone,” the male pulled out his phone, expecting you to do the same.

The audacity of this guy. He has to be a lady’s man or whatever to be this haughty.

With a shaky breath, you and him both exchange numbers. Mind in a frenzy at the thought of seeing him again and perhaps that wouldn’t be the last time.

“Uhmm. . .So I guess I’ll return the jacket to you once you’ve finished the book. . .?”

Ah, there is that feeling again that keeps pestering you—a thought on the back of your mind.

"Yeah, I'll give the book back to you eventually," he spoke. "I'll see you in another time. . ."

"Yeah. . .” you breathed, calming yourself to prevent blood rushing to your cheeks. “See you.”

A hunch that you have already met him in the past; a fragment in time.

part 2 (?)

#aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #reader insert

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Abandoned By The Altar

Part 3.1; were you really meant to be? VIBE

A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc’s bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young.

Pairings -> Diluc x Reader

Word Count -> 3510

Themes -> Reconciliation, Cyno was here, estranged relationships everywhereee

Series -> Part of Sojourner and Bonafide (event masterlist) Part 2

Warnings -> Goddamn violence

In the winery empire of the city of wine and freedom, this world is ruled by two unmatched tycoons that never fall from the top pedestal, with the mastery over wine-making and business marketing. Truly when it comes to this matter, Diluc Ragnvindr and (Y/N) (L/N) are the scariest and most charming duo to befall such economical prowess.

So when parties and gatherings are held in the Winery, noblemen and businessmen all over Teyvat scramble for a chance of invitation to level themselves to at least a humble chat with the prestigious business duo.

Yet even if they were witness, they will never be privy to the true secrets those two hold within.

"Apologies, esteemed guests. Master Diluc must excuse himself for a while," your stare shifted to the side over the rim of the glass you were cradling. His ruby eyes meeting yours after sparing the wine glass a stare, a meek nod you then reciprocate as he goes past your side with the Fatui Harbinger, the Seneschal and all other company joins him at a private room.

"But there is no cause for concern. The party shall continue under the supervision of the Mistress," you set down your drink upon hearing your name, stepping up to offer a humble yet radiant smile. You hope things work out on his end, was your thought as you finally entertained the remaining guests who recognize your prowess.

Behind your back you flicked your wrist as the Albino silently slinks away from the limelight to prepare.

The intervention was not as long as it was in terms, and yet the moment was painstakingly slow for your side. Many noblemen seeked not only your prestige as the master practitioner of economics but also the perfect wife ready for the taking. Your fingers uneasily fumble with the infinity ring on your hand, something they barely paid mind to as they continued their attempts to woo you, something you can only sigh over.

Unfortunately your 'relationship' with Diluc was still something only a few people know. There was no need to make it public yes, but it also caused a lot of unpleasant interactions that you wished you could easily avoid by telling, something you couldn't do to ensure your safety. Diluc was still a huge mystery to you despite the assurance of your encounter in the garden of cecilias.

But you thought to yourself with a sigh, a promise ring is different from an engagement ring.

A hand suddenly slides around your shoulder as you were distracted, and your head whipped to the side where the presence was with your elbow read to break a rib- "I hope I'm not intervening an important discussion," Diluc’s eyes bore straight ahead to the Fontaine businessman you were half-heartedly conversing with and your arm immediately drops to your side, "But I must discuss an urgent matter with the lady as well."

The Fontainian grumbles as he pries his head away from the hand on your head, producing his best smile in forced understanding as Diluc sweeps you away to the back. This is for a serious matter but the consistent grip on your shoulder had your mind reeling. It was only when he revealed his equipped Delusion did you have the mind to finally focus and work on your own attire.

"Guards! Take down the assassin!"

The blunt end of your polearm smacks painfully against the back of the chest plate of the guards, knocking three out as you look over to the Darknight to see him dispose the two nearest him. You then watch in awe as he summons chains from thin air, gripping them as he expertly throws it at the escaping Master Krupp, and like a lasso he was captured by the slithering cage.

Diluc's power always intrigued you since the day you were first witness of it. Not a Vision but definitely not far from it. He's also in the dark of its true meaning but even you know that he had a little bit of information from his four years of isolation, something he didn't want to tell you.

As your raise your head from staring at his Delusion, hearing their grunts of interviews, a glint to your right suddenly alerted you of another presence. "Wait-!"

"Master's planning to-"

You muffled your horrified gasp at the sight of the blood shooting out of Krupp's side, your polearm shakes in your hand before tightening your grip once again as you two turn to the assassin. Il Dotorre stands there in great poise two giant needles hovering by his sides.

He just killed his own companion, such thoughts made your face twist under the black veil that covers your identity as much as it could. And those thoughts distracted you from the one-sided conversation in front of you, "Keep up the good work and hone your unimpressive powers.

But this visionless one," an arm slinks around your waist in a blink, a masked face inches away from yours that forced you to hold your breath, "is much more remarkable than you."

Before Diluc could even reprimand him, he disappears within seconds after bidding his farewell. And your knees would have buckled if not for your fiancé catching you in the nick of time, collapsing at the tense situation that had passed.

You could have died like Krupp.

But the feeling of Diluc's arms squeezing you protectively reminds you of your existence.

Not even a day old of cecilias were swept off the stone slab in place of newly harvested ones, both batches can be mistaken to be the same with how healthy they still seem to be. This was Diluc's observation as he watches you replace the flowers on his father's grave. Crepus Ragnvindr.

Perhaps it was his own neglect and adamant refusal that made him forget about this isolated cemetery. He expected the grave keeper or at least a member of the Winery to keep it well-kept, not you who seems to have come to this place on a daily basis.

The smile he enjoys and dreads is wiped from your face as you offer a silent prayer. Eyes closed and hands together. Next to you Diluc only stands with his arms crossed as his gaze continues to linger at the engraved words.

Lisa was at the mansion earlier to investigate about the recent Fatui incident, and as the interrogation ensued by the gazebo of the Cecilia gardens, Diluc realized that you lingered in the distance to eavesdrop. In the span since your arrival and before his, did anyone else explain the accident to you? What did you hear? Did anyone actually tell you anything?

And maybe these questions were the reason that he willingly accepted your invitation to visit his father's grave just like that.

Four years without your constant touch and smiles had broken Diluc into who he is now, an empty shell of a man who once had high hopes. A helpless puppet who struggles to grasp the man he was before. And as he moves closer enough for your shoulders to touch, it was an unconscious gesture that cries for your help in the turmoil that spirals in his head.

But when you look at him with a reassuring smile— Diluc's walls fortified by four years of hatred and isolation all came crashing down with the heavy wave of his tears. The pain of that day pours out of his lips as he felt small within your arms, eyes painfully avoiding your face.

The true story of his father's death, the disaster that lead to his resignation from Ordo Favonius, his quest to find answers in all the years he had abandoned his life in Mondstadt.

There were details that you were unaware was truncated from his confessions, the only ones that mattered were those he spilled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," words the both of you repeated for the pain you two couldn't confide to with one another ever since that day.

No, things wouldn't be fixed in one day. Hearts destroyed for years cannot be melded back today, but it is that moment that solidifies the trust between you two:

That deep within the abyss of your souls lie the desperate desire to reach out to one another like they used to before.

The petals of the Cecilias on Crepus' gravestone tilts in respect, but within it blooms a new hope you were both not witness to.

Only the elderly and close acquaintances knew of your original existence in Mondstadt, and only a few ever recognizes your prior occupation and childhood before you left for Sumeru. Even if you had only been gone for two years, changes so drastic happened in your wake.

The most painful one always lingers in the back of your mind, never failing to bring a frown to your face.

"You loved Ludi Harpastum when we were children, so what's with the long face?" Your eyes that lingered on Amber and her new friend looks up to the ones next to you, eyes also distant as it comes upon yours.

You couldn't tell him or even ask about Crepus, not now at least. But the words he spoke washed away the melancholy off your face, smile brightened at the idea that he still remembers such precious memories. He looks away immediately. "I do, but I'm not a kid anymore, the festival caters to children's participation."

Diluc hums in agreement and the talk ceases like so. He's not into small talk but the short conversation still had you feeling light and euphoric.

Soon enough Amber had come over to introduce the two of you to her demure friend Collei, shy and hesitant but still trying her best to be polite. An imagined arrow pierces through your heart at the cute child in front of you, and you couldn't help but coo and oogle at her.

So adorable with beautiful green hair, unique and paired perfectly with her wide eyes. Every compliment makes her face redder. This only makes your fangirling worse, already hugging the flustered child who's having an internal mental breakdown.

"Oh, I wish I could have a child as pretty as youuu!"

Amber looked up upon the sudden shift of his posture, absolutely baffled at the sight of Master Diluc's face as colorful as his hair as his gloved hand desperately tries to hide it. The knight felt like she had witnessed something she shouldn't, immediately snapping her head back to you and Collei with her lips trying its hardest not to break into a smile.

You were on your knees to be eye-level with Collei as you held her hand, placing on it a bag of mora as you told her to use it to enjoy the most out of the festival. Her previous embarrassment still lingers as evidence on her still flushed cheeks, yet her eyes had in it a gaze of awe.

There was hesitance when Amber finally dragged Collei away to venture through the festival more, leaving you in exaggerated tears at the departure of 'a little angel' with a still silent Diluc next to you. The sun had already set, and yet you two stood in place for a little longer.

The thought of having children passing by your minds.

If there's a recipe for a good time in Angel's Share, Kaeya knows what it is.

A cold glass of Death After Noon, raucous laughter spurred on by joyous tunes, and just the right company. It was a while since he'd last felt such comfort with company, he thought as he holds back a smile and grimace as he sips the sour grape juice in his mouth, eyes twinkling as he watches your already flushed face intensify as you down your drink.

When Kaeya had heard from multiple yet scarce accounts from the servants of the Winery on how you act drunk, he felt it was his mission and privilege to find out how such moment happens. And so one night when you two had the time to sit down at Angel's Share, what should have been a night of a single drink and grape juice after switched around to nothing but liquor.

"You've been looking at us weird the whole day, do you want to fight?" The Cavalry Captain reached for your hand to settle down your glass, but when you literally threw your drink against the wall with a loud bang, he knew he was done for when at his peripherals he saw the horrified look of your Fiancé as he was immediately alerted with the breaking of glass.

"Oh shit, she's feral," Kaeya breathed incredulously with a small, small hint of awe as he watched you pull up your sleeves to throw hands.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Luluuuu!" The swordsman did NOT miss the minute detail of Diluc's red stare recognizing the switched drinks on the table, exposing his involvement on the matter. If it were not for your intoxicated self barreling towards your fiancé, he would have been given a scalding glare.

A jumbled mess of a conversation transpired before the captain, made up of hushed grumbles and slurred whines sometimes filled with begging or with rage from the random person you'd set pure hatred upon seconds ago. Your hand clutched his sleeve as his other one was placed on your shoulder to ground you, somehow this proximity and interaction... made Kaeya remember the first time he met you.

"Alright, that should be enough for tonight," the third wheel clapped his gloved hands together as he stood from his table. "This commotion is on me, I'll take her home-"

"What gave you the idea that I'd let you?"

The same hostility that started four years ago made the man of frost- freeze where he stood, challenging the accusing glare with a playful squint. The mini stand-off already made the other patrons too curious as all attention was caught by the trio, while you had your face buried to Diluc's fluffy ponytail as his bargaining chip for calming/distracting you.

Diluc isn't familiar with taking care of a drunkard, only kicking them out. If he were to leave you at your current state, he'd be clueless as is on the mistakes that would pile up.

Kaeya raised this point as he reached over to take your arm, the redhead publicly wrapping his arms around you protectively in response. The blunette wasn't even wary of the increasing agitation his sworn brother wore but the scandalous gasps and gossips the customers around them now speak at the action.

Get a grip, Diluc, you wanted to keep this hidden, didn't you? By some miracle, he managed to communicate this telepathically through side glances and gritted teeth.

But if there was one thing the Ragnvindr had inherited from being with you for more than ten years:

It was your stubbornness.

...

When you roused from your slumber, you were in an unusual place yet one so familiar. The nostalgia hit you tenfold more than the headache your hangover dangerously inflicted, "How did I get here even?" It was four years since you've last seen this place, set foot in this room even.

The moonlight hitting through the room's balcony tells you it's around midnight.

The room didn't change a bit last you remember it, as if it was well-kept despite being abandoned. The lamp that was tilted a little bit, books of stories you've read long ago were arranged the same way you'd left it. Not a single dust catches on to your soles as your feet touched the wooden floor of your room in the Ragnvindr's home.

It was still creaky at some parts of which you expertly maneuvered around bare, shoes discarded in place for stealth as you exited to the corridor. No sounds or light emanates from the underside of Diluc's room across from yours, without checking you weaved through the hall to climb down the main stairs.

You find your man seated by the fireplace. You may not live here anymore but even you were well aware of his insomnia that stretches past sunrise.

"You're awake," he speaks when you reached the main floor.

"Look who's talking," you mumbled cheekily as you sat adjacent to him, noticing his quick glance at your bare feet.

Tight lipped as it may, you saw a little quirk to the edges of his lips that lifted up your spirits through the small chatter and mostly silent time after that. The crackles and embers of the furnace was good company too, and yet it was not enough to distract you from the obvious stare he was giving to your leg.

Anxiously you hid one your foot behind the other, folding your legs under the chair's shadow when his gaze didn't waver. Perhaps it wasn't that bright of an idea to leave your room barefoot, maybe it was too childish, for him especially if it was bothering this much.

You opened your mouth to excuse yourself, or maybe defend your actions,

"Can I touch you? Nothing- Nothing sexual, there's just something I need go check."

You didn't have to ask, was what you wanted to say. But you held back your tongue in favor of giving a meek nod, curious and faintly doubtful of whatever it is that he would do.

Yet when he kneeled down and gently took your leg upon his hold, you can't help but smile solemnly as his gloved touch reached your thigh where the scar from long ago lingers. Diluc's eyes stayed on that spot, soothing the long lost pain with rubbing circles.

Ticklish, as he leans down to graze a soft kiss to it. It almost made you cry with how gentle this Diluc is in front of you.

"I promise... I'll do better. With every heartbeat I have left, I will defend your every breathe."

You're crying now.

One faithful morning in a miraculous setting where Diluc was the only one available to tend to the reception, a young man presents himself by the entrance with a passive look. This unfamiliar man was someone he knew, something he realized when he finally looked down for a better view past the black hood.

"I am here in the guidance of an old address. Is this where (Y/N) (L/N)?"

"I'm (Y/N)'s fiancé, what do you want?"

"... That does not answer my question, but I am only here to see how life has been faring since two years past."

Diluc never felt discomfort in silence as heavy as this. Having to walk with Cyno the whole way to Mondstadt from the Winery was not part of his itinerary, nor did he wholy agree to the arrangement. Perhaps it was because he knew how you two were good friends back from his 'observations' in the Academia that he felt responsible.

Or it was his pride to not let the shorter guy know that you were in fact, not resident to his home despite being betrothed.

It would have been very weird.

"What the actual- Cyno?! Is that really you?!" Why you were near the gates that day was a mystery to them both, but at the sight of the familiar figure had you barreling towards the foreigner, tackling him into a hug with a laugh so carefree it almost pained him.

That was your signature move to when you always met him excitedly in your childhood. Diluc shakes away the thought as he stood at the side to watch and eavesdrop. You're around the same height as the Sumerian, although the hood and ears? makes it hard to distinguish who was taller between you two.

"What are you doing so far out from the Academia? Aww, did you miss me?" Playful as always to those you are close to.

Scarlet eyes found its way to him in a split second. "I came here under the request of Lisa, she needed scholarly help over an important matter," your pout had him smile a tiny bit, "but it is relieving to meet you once again."

In a honesty, it was a curious case as to why he was even there, lingering. He has work to do, the Tavern's first shift was his. But when he took a step away Diluc found it very difficult to leave you be, to leave you with this... person.

He has no business here.

He shouldn't idle.

He's not the type to idle.

You turn your head at the sound of footsteps as you realized Diluc approaching, who you honestly thought already departed during your reunion with Cyno. "Ah, senpai, I wanted to introduce to you my-" full and pale lips captured your words in a quick swift dip, a grip on your waist to steady you before he stood back too quick for you to react.

"I'll get going, stay safe."

Quick and concise like his kiss, Diluc left in hurried steps as you stood there, a mess. He'd never- he has never-

"How amusing," the words the Sumerian uttered barely registered into your short-circuiting brain.

I can't believe this. I'm actually cutting this to a fourth part what the fuck, I swear the next one is the last,holy-

@optimestick @moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan @creation-magician @hanniejji @gojos-baby @just-some-stars @volleybloop @mortifiedmoon @dankchikorita @endeavors-big-dick @karlitaburrito @bunniesrorange

#genshin impact x reader #Genshin impact Diluc #Diluc x Reader #exile.flower #exile.pocketwatch #gender neutral #female reader #sojourner special #I hate tumblr

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pixeldolly · 2 years

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OC playlist challenge by @marigolde

Take your Sims/ OCs & assign them a song that fits their character to make a little playlist for your characters. Post yours and tag as many people as you’d like.

I was tagged by @episims! Thank you! I also found it quite challenging to do, so the list isn’t complete; I may add more in the future if I can think of any appropriate songs. Some of them are meant to symbolise the character, some have more to do with a defining event or relationship.

Fiona Merridew: Karliene - All The Magic (This is actually a Yennefer fan song, but I felt the lyrics suited Fiona quite well, as they speak of pain and rejection which spurred her to seek her own freedom at a heavy cost . Also, Yennefer gave up her ability to have children in return for power; Fiona promised her firstborn to Larkin in exchange for hers; it fits.)

Larkin Meade: Nick Cage & Neko Case - She’s Not There (The song evokes Larkin’s enchanting yet elusive nature, and her devotees’ desperate attempts to find her once she’s gone, but she’s not there)

Eli Calhoun: Delain - Nothing Left (Eli’s hedonistic, self-destructive attempts to feel something other than loneliness and loss come across nicely in this song, I think)

Tess Orwell: Eurielle & Ryan Louder - All I Want (This song fits Tess’s deeply-held desire to find love, and her willingness to give her heart completely to someone who would reciprocate the gesture)

Imogen Calhoun: No Doubt - Ex-Girlfriend (Evocative of Imogen’s inability to let go of her feelings for Larkin, even though anything they had was over many years ago)

Vernoraxia Meade & Mary Kim: The Moody Blues - Nights In White Satin (I put these two together, because it’s a pining song, and it suits them well)

I tag @rurpleplayssims , @coriel-muroz , @potentialfate-sims , @esotheria-sims and anyone else who feels like it! Only if you want to, of course!

#sims 2 challenge #oc playlist challenge #sims2 #ts2

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thewookieruns · 3 years

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Falloutober Day 4: Cloud Nine

So... @darkwolf7-26 asked me this question back in 2019 about this little story. I’m going to post this on AO3 as well, but this story gets it’s own post.

Here is @falloutober Day 4: Cloud Nine

Erich Richardson cleared his throat nervously as he tried to finish adjusting his tie in the cracked mirror.

“Are you doing okay?” Nick Valentine asked. The Sole Survivor turned to the synthetic detective, who had changed out of his standard attire into a much nicer suit. However, his fedora was still comfortably perched on his bald, plastic head.. Erich chuckled nervously.

“I’m fine, just nervous as hell.” he sighed, swinging his arms back and forth to try and loosen the tension in his shoulders. “I mean… the last time I did this, it didn’t exactly end well.”

Nick snorted a laugh. “That’s one way of putting it, kid.” The synth stepped over to the younger man and helped him fix his tie. Erich felt his face flush with heat.

“Thanks.” he choked out. As Nick finally got the Sole Survivor’s tie straight, Erich cleared his throat again. “Listen, Nick… I just wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” the detective asked, one of his artificial eyebrows rising.

“Well… ever since I stumbled into Diamond City, you really took me under your wing. To be honest, you’ve really become a father figure to me. I want to live a life that would make you and dad proud. Thank you for that.”

Nick stood in silence, then wrapped the Sole Survivor in a bear hug, which was quickly reciprocated. “You’re a good man, kid. You follow that heart of yours, and you’ll never go wrong.” Nick said, his voice sounding choked with emotion. Several more seconds later, the two men broke their embrace. “Well, let’s get this show on the road. I’ve got other things to attend to.” Nick said with a smile after clearing his throat. Ruffling Erich’s hair with his right hand, the detective excused himself from the room.

Erich soon followed the detective, and was soon standing outside the home he and Nora had begun making their home before the Great War in the warm afternoon sun. He quickly followed the road down the cul-de-sac until he was standing in the clearing of a grove of trees near the bank of the river that ran along the outskirts of Sanctuary. Light filtered through the branches, giving the area a dappled look. A gazebo had been erected in the clearing, and a mishmash chair had been arranged around the structure. Codsworth, Erich’s faithful Mister Handy, was busy fussing and making sure everything was in order, a bowler hat perched atop his chassis.

“Are you ready for this?” A voice came from behind Erich. He turned to see Preston Garvey standing behind him. The Minuteman had washed and starched his uniform jacket and was wearing it over a nice pair of dress pants. Preston stood next to the Sole Survivor. “Don’t worry, man. You’re going to do great.”

“Garvey is right. You’ll do great, soldier.” Paladin Danse came up and stood on the other side. Surprisingly, he was out of his power armor and was dressed in a black suit and tie. Erich had to admit that both of his friends cleaned up really well.

“Well, then, we should get this celebration started!” Codsworth intoned from across the grove. “Guests are already beginning to arrive!” And indeed they were. John Hancock, the ghoul mayor of Goodneighbor walked into the grove, Cait on his arm. Hancock looked much the same, maybe a bit cleaner, but the three men were all mildly stunned at how well the former cage fighter had cleaned up. Her hair was tied back and was wearing a green dress. Other people were also filtering into the area. Sturges came into the area, pushing Mama Murphy in a wheelchair to a spot close to the gazebo. The handyman was wearing his standard attire, albeit with considerably fewer oil and grease stains. Curie had found a blue dress, and was sitting next to a man in a Minuteman uniform that Erich quickly realized was Deacon. MacCready had even changed into a grubby, ill-fitting gray suit.

“Well… Let’s get this started.” Erich said, feeling the tension return. He and Preston stepped onto the gazebo, with Preston standing in the center. Erich stood to his left.

Once the guests were all seated, Preston began speaking. “Thank you for joining us today. We all know why we’re here, so I won’t stand up here and talk your ears off.” There was a ripple of laughter from the crowd. As soon as the laughter died down, there was a cough from the edge of the grove. Preston gestured to the source of the cough, and heads swiveled towards the edge of the grove, including Erich’s.

There was a gasp from the crowd, including one from Erich. Nick Valentine was standing at the edge of the grove, Piper Wright on his right arm. She was wearing a very simple white, long-sleeved dress that reached to the floor of the grove. Her hair was done in a French braid, and a veil hung to her lower back. She held a bouquet of various rad-flowers in her left hand. But the thing Erich found most beautiful was the radiant smile on the reporter’s face.

As Nick and Piper began walking towards the gazebo, the guests to the wedding stood up, murmurs of wonder passing between them. Finally, Nick and Piper stepped on to the platform. Piper handed the bouquet to Nick, who in turn handed it to Codsworth. Piper reached out and took both of Erich’s hands after brushing some lint off of the lapel of his army fatigues.

“Hey, Blue.” She said softly, her eyes bright. “Come here often?” Erich chuckled, words failing him.

Preston cleared his throat and began talking once the crowd had sat back down. “Gathered friends and colleagues, we’re gathered here today for a very special occasion. We have come here to witness the union of two individuals who have found each other across the centuries. We are here to bear witness to the marriage of Piper Wright and Captain Erich Richardson.” Light applause came from the guests.

Preston continued. “Both parties here have written their own vows, and will share them now.” Preston took a small step back, and gestured to Erich. Erich briefly let go of Piper’s hands and opened the right breast pocket of his fatigues and withdrew a notecard.

“Piper,” he began, reading from the notecard. “When I crawled out of Vault 111 and stumbled into Diamond City, I had lost everything. My world, my family, my life. I’ve been out here in the Commonwealth for a while, and I’ve found everything I lost in the vault. The world I knew before will never come back, but I found someone who understands that my world is vastly different from what it was but helps me keep a hope for this new world. I haven’t found my son, but I’ve found family here in the Commonwealth in my friends who have helped me in that search. My life ended on the day the bombs fell, and somehow ended again when Nora was killed and Shaun was taken. I thought that there was nothing to live for except to find my son. But now I’ve found someone to live for. Piper Wright, I promise to hold you and to cherish you for the rest of the time I have left on this planet.” Finishing up, Erich replaced the card in his breast pocket. He looked up to see tears beginning to form in Piper’s eyes.

“Oh Blue.” she said, her voice choked with emotion. She swallowed, composing herself, then reached over and opened the left breast pocket of Erich’s fatigues, withdrawing another notecard. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to follow that,” she stated, and there was a ripple of laughter. Exhaling, she began reading from her card.

“Erich, I would describe you as a whirlwind. Traveling with you and getting to know and eventually falling in love with you has been nothing short of a force of nature. I’ve seen every facet of you; your courage, your kindness, your honor, and your wit. You have been by my side, pushing me to be a better person, and a rock when I’ve felt like I’m lost. We have had so many amazing things happen to us, good and bad, and I can’t wait for so many more as your wife. I know that by your side we can accomplish whatever we want. I know this sounds ridiculous, but you’ve made this reporter be at a loss for words, and I can’t wait to have that happen more for the rest of our lives.”

As she finished, Piper placed her card back in the pocket of Erich’s fatigues. Sniffles were heard from the crowd, and both lovers figured it was from people crying. Preston stepped forward again.

“That was beautiful.” he stated, his own voice choking with emotion. The Minuteman cleared his throat and laughed. “First, we have an exchange of rings. If the ring bearer could bring the rings forward?” There was a happy bark from the edge of the grove, causing everyone to turn towards the sound. Nat Wright was holding Dogmeat by his collar, which had a bowtie affixed to it. Nat released her grip on the dog’s collar, and the canine bent down and picked up a basket in his mouth before coming bounding towards the gazebo. Once on the gazebo, he trotted to the Minuteman before wheeling and sitting at Preston’s feet, facing the audience. There were coos of appreciation and laughs from the audience at the dog’s antics.

“There we go!” Preston laughed again. “If you two would take the rings, we can complete the ring exchange.” Piper and Erich both crouched down, laughing at the dog. Retrieving the ring, both stood up, not breaking eye contact.

“Now, Erich, If you’ll take Piper’s left hand and place her ring on her ring finger…” Preston instructed, and Erich followed the directions. “Now repeat after me; Piper Wright, with this ring, I wed thee, and take thee to be my wife, ‘til death do us part.” Erich did as instructed. Once he was done, Preston turned to Piper.

“Piper, if you’ll take Erich’s left hand and place his ring on his ring finger…” Once this was done, Preston continued. “Now repeat after me; Erich Richardson, with this ring, I wed thee, and take thee to be my husband, ‘til death do us part.” Piper parroted what Preston had instructed her to say.

“Erich and Piper, I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Preston said, his voice cracking with emotion. Turning to Erich, he stated simply “Kiss your bride!”

Erich did. And in that moment, with Nora’s ring on Piper’s finger, every stress melted away, leaving the newly minted Richardsons on cloud nine.

#Falloutober 4 #Fallout #Fallout 4 #Fallout Fanfic #My Writing #Capt. Richardson #Nick Valentine #Codsworth #Paladin Danse #Preston Garvey #Piper Wright #FLUFF #SO MUCH FLUFF

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latetaektalk · 4 years

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the one that got away | lmk

“you were the one that got away.”

genre: friends to lovers!au, fluff, angst

pairing: mark x reader

word count: 3.298

warnings: none

playlist: lonely shade of blue - nick leng, cruel world - faye

a/n: just something i wrote and wanted to get out there without overthinking it too much.

Mark didn’t know immediately, didn’t look into your eyes and knew that he was in love with you. It was by no means love at first sight. Instead falling for you, falling in love with you was a gradual and slow process, a process he didn’t know was happening until it was too late.

Being with you had been so easy and natural to Mark that it took Johnny asking him if he felt something more for you for him to realise that he, in fact, did feel a little (a lot) more for you. When he finally noticed his feelings for you, it had been far too late.

There was no falling out of love with you anymore.

In hindsight, Mark could actually pinpoint the events that had him falling for you, but at the time he really hadn’t noticed at all. A part of him did feel incredibly stupid because, God, he should have noticed, should have known a long time ago.

Mark was certain that the seed of love had planted itself into his chest when he had first noticed how you would genuinely laugh at his stupidly bad jokes like they were the funniest thing you had ever heard. And there was no doubt in his mind that when you had only smiled at him when he got scared watching ‘The Shining’ and allowed him to hide behind your arm without a single word that the seed had begun sprouting. The seedling had started to grow after you had accidentally headbutted him when you were trying to learn how to skateboard. He had been holding your hands to keep you up and instead of being embarrassed after headbutting him, you had just laughed until tears brimmed your eyes. And the flower had started blooming in his chest when you had knocked on his door right at midnight on his birthday with a cake in your hands and a big smile on your lips, the candlelight pouring down your features like a golden and warm lake.

And it was even more impressive that the flower had survived in his chest, survived months and almost even a year ever since Mark first discovered it. It was a big surprise because even though Mark had been trying his hardest to keep it alive, he didn’t really have a green thumb or any real knowledge about caring for plants.

It should have died and withered a long time ago in his chest, but it hadn’t and instead only grown bigger and more beautiful every day, every day he spent with you.

And Mark knew he had to tell you about his feelings.

He knew that he had to, not even in the hopes that you would reciprocate them, but because you deserved the truth, deserved to know, deserved to know just how amazing you made him feel by simply being yourself, deserved to know that there was somebody out there that loved you for you.

But it wasn’t that easy, wasn’t as easy as Mark would like it to be, wasn’t as easy as TV and film made it look. And it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried at all, he had.

Mark had walked up to you with the plan to tell you all, to wear his heart on his sleeve and spill the beans. He wanted you to know just how you made him feel, wanted you to know the amount of love sitting deep in his chest for you, but every time he tried, every time he opened his mouth to finally profess his love for you, Mark would get all tongue-tied. The words would fall short and his throat would constrict into a painful and suffocating lump.

It wasn’t fair.

It wasn’t fair because, God, Mark wanted to tell you so badly. He wanted to tell you so much that he had made it his New Year’s resolution, his one and only New Year’s resolution, to tell you how he felt by the end of January, but just like with any other New Year’s resolution, he gave up on it after barely a week.

And now, you two had graduated.

“We’ve finally done it, huh? Finally graduated,” you said and kicked a tiny stone back and forth. Mark glanced at you and a smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he watched you wrinkle your forehead.

“Crazy,” he exhaled and picked on his pants while sweat collected on the back of his neck and his heart continued racing in his chest like it was about to explode.

Mark couldn’t quite believe it, couldn’t believe that high school was finally over. The past four years were a rollercoaster and even though there were times where he just wanted to get off and run away, he did enjoy the ride.

And you were a big reason why. Mark couldn’t imagine a day he hadn’t spent interacting with you in some form, couldn’t imagine a day you and he didn’t end up laughing until tears brimmed your eyes, couldn’t imagine a day you didn’t brighten, sweeten up.

So, it was odd and weird and incredibly difficult for Mark to sit here with you on this bench and stare at the empty campus weeks after both of you had received your high school diploma without feeling gloomy, sad and incredibly regretful.

Mark looked at the cracks in the pavement of the campus and remembered how you had tripped once and ruined your knee on it, looked at the gate he would always stand at and wait for you to finish up class, looked at the piece of lawn that had eroded off because he and you would sit underneath the big eucalyptus tree whenever the sun would burn a little too bright, looked at the bench you two were sitting on right now because that was your bench, looked at the faded ‘Mark’s and Y/N’s bench’ you had written on with sharpie when you two were just juniors.

“I think I might miss this,” you mumbled quietly and shook your head at yourself rather than anything else. “I can’t believe that it’s time for college already.”

“Yeah, I know,” Mark hummed in agreement and puckered his forehead at the thought of not sitting in class with all of his friends in the dimly lit and cold classrooms. His heart was still racing, quickening as he thought about your words.

Mark was going to miss it, miss being able to look over his shoulder and lock eyes with Johnny or Renjun or (more importantly) with you, miss bullshitting his way through a presentation he and you had haphazardly finished during your lunch break because both of you had spent yesterday watching every horror film you could get your hands on, miss meeting up with his friends and you to go study, but end up talking the hours away until the librarian would inevitably throw you all out for being a little too loud, miss skipping classes on the most beautiful days with you to go find the best pancake or waffle or ice cream place or whatever your new obsession was.

But he was going to miss-

“I’m gonna miss you.”

-you the most.

Mark couldn’t bring himself to look at you, couldn’t turn his head and look you into your eyes when you spoke up again. There was a painful knot sitting deep in his throat and he had trouble breathing. His fingers were itching for you, itching to hold your hands, but all he could do was press them against his thighs to stop them from trembling too much.

Your words hurt and hit him, cut into him like a knife. They were like daggers pushing through his heart and leaving gaping holes behind. They deepened the feeling of sorrow and regret in him and for once, Mark wished he could turn back time, wished he could have just a little more time, a little more time and courage so he could tell you, confess earlier.

“I’m going to miss you, too,” Mark finally whispered, words slipping past his lips quietly and you looked at him. “It’s not that bad, right? I mean, sure, we won’t see each other or hang out every day like we have for the past years, but it’s just half an hour. It- It’s really not that bad. We’ll survive, right? Just because we’re going to different colleges, it doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends, right?”

You didn’t say anything, but Mark was too nervous and worked up to actually notice your silence and lack of response. If he had, he would have known, known that something was wrong, but he didn’t.

Your feet pressed into the ground and even though he wanted to, Mark couldn’t bring himself to look at you. And in those few seconds of silence, it felt like his heart in his chest was going to burst through his rib cage and walk away from him because he knew you were waiting for him to look at you.

When Mark finally somehow willed himself to turn his head to you, finally somehow willed himself to look you in the eyes, finally somehow willed himself to face you, he knew that this, this, was truly his last chance right now.

And even though Mark had attempted so many times to tell you how he feels about you, this time he could actually feel the courage built up inside him, could feel the words start to dance on his tongue, could feel the lump in his throat finally unfurl.

Maybe it was because you looked so beautiful with the way the sunlight poured down your features and the way your lips were all glossy from your lip balm or maybe it was because you both had finally graduated. Whatever it was, Mark knew that this time he was going to tell you, tell you how he feels about you.

“I have to-”

“Wait.”

You looked at him with your mouth agape and if Mark hadn’t been so busy with looking around before finally finding what he had searched for, he would have seen that something swimming in your eyes, would have seen the way you looked at him, would have seen the way the corners of your lips were turned downwards.

Mark bent down and picked the closest and incidentally the most beautiful little daisy he could find before handing it to you. You took it, looking at it before looking back up at Mark and it was then when he let it out.

“I love you.”

The three small words sat between Mark and you, filled up the air, hit your ears in a soft whisper. Your eyes softened at them, softened in a way he had never seen before. And it was in the way the corners of your lips curled up that had Mark’s heart cracking and breaking.

“Mark,” you whispered softly before looking back at the daisy in your hand and placing it gently next to you on the bench.

You put your hand on his, squeezing as you shook your head at him and Mark knew, knew he had messed up, knew he should have stayed silent. His heart had just been begging him, begging him to admit the truth to him and he couldn’t not listen to it, just had to say it.

“I really wish you had told me sooner,” you whispered and leaned into Mark, head hitting his shoulder. You stayed there for a while, stayed with your forehead pressed against his shoulder and Mark felt the courage wash away, felt the words dry on his tongue and turn it itchy, felt the lump grow back, bigger than ever.

“God, I wish you had told me so much sooner,” you choked and lifted your head, gaze meeting Mark’s in an instant. And aside from the tears, he saw something else in your eyes.

“Oh my God,” Mark whispered before leaning back to look at you better. It was then while he was looking into your eyes that he remembered, remembered so clearly that it was almost unfair that he only remembered now, now that he had finally told you how he truly felt about you. “You’re moving.”

You screwed your eyes shut and it was the confirmation Mark needed to know that he was right. He couldn’t even scoff or express his disappointment in any way because after all, he had been the one that had waited so long to finally tell you, because after all, he was to blame.

Mark remembered how you had mentioned it before, remembered how you had mentioned that you were contemplating applying to this prestigious university across the country, but at the time, you had been unsure, unsure because it meant you would have to change your whole life, would have to leave your family and friends behind, would have to move away. And Mark also remembered that he had been the one that encouraged you to apply, encouraged you to give it a try and not worry about anything else.

His gaze shifted away from you and instead he stared at the campus in front of him, stared at the campus both of you had called yours for the past four years.

“How long have you-”

Mark couldn’t bring himself to finish the question, words sitting heavy on his chest and he really thought he might suffocate.

“I got the letter a few weeks ago,” you said quietly and Mark snapped his head at you, but instead of looking back at him, you stared at your hands and pressed your heels into the ground like you wanted to dig a hole for yourself.

“I couldn’t tell you, not you,” you shook your head and Mark knew from the trembling of your voice that you were on the verge of tears, “I- I wanted to. I knew I had to, but I- I just couldn’t.”

Mark wanted to reach over and cup your face when he watched you swipe the tears away, fingers dragging on your cheeks too harshly. He wanted to tell you not to pull on your skin so much, wanted to show you how to do it properly, but his hands were glued to his side. His mind was still processing everything that had just happened.

“Is that why you wanted to meet up here?” Mark asked and your eyes locked with his for just a second before you looked away and stared at your hands again. Mark’s gaze stayed on you and you didn’t have to confirm it for him to know. After four years, you were an open book to him.

“You mean so much to me,” you started to curl up into a ball, “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, couldn’t ruin the rest of our time together.”

“When are you going?”

Mark watched you screw your eyes shut, watched you press your lips together in an attempt to swallow the words, but you couldn’t, couldn’t because you knew he deserved to know. So you turned your head to him and met his gaze even though it hurt you, even though your heart cracked just like his when you did.

“Tomorrow.”

Tears, hot and painful, spilled from your eyes and down your cheeks. A sob banged on the walls of your throat and you could feel yourself breaking and hurting more and more.

Your fingers curled around Mark’s and your knuckles turned white around his hand. All he could do was turn his palm and wrap his fingers around yours, squeezing back in an effort to make this easier because he hated to see you like this.

Mark wanted to tell you that it was fine, tell you that you shouldn’t cry, but he couldn’t, couldn’t because he didn’t want to let you go, wanted you here.

“I’m so sorry.”

You sniffed and sobbed your way through the words.

“Do you love me?”

Mark still wanted to know, still wanted to know if he and you could have been something, still wanted to know that if things had turned out differently, if he and you would be in each other’s arms right now and giggling instead of crying.

“I love you.”

Never did Mark imagine that hearing you tell him that you loved him would hurt so much, imagine that hearing you tell him that you loved him would break his heart into literal pieces, imagine that hearing you tell him that you loved him would tear him apart and leave him empty and gutted.

“You do?” Mark whispered, voice breaking as he watched you crumble apart in front of him. You forced yourself to look into his eyes and when you did, you saw the pain in them, sparkling in the sunlight.

“So much.”

The corner’s of Mark’s lips turned up into the most beautiful smile he could muster up right now.

“I do, too,” he murmured and before a new wave of tears could hit you and stream down your face, Mark leaned forward and captured your lips.

They were soft, soft like clouds, soft like he had imagined how they would be every time he watched you put on lip balm, but they weren’t sweet like he thought they would be. Instead, Mark tasted the tears on your lips, tasted the salt, tasted the pain rippling through you.

Your hands found Mark’s neck and you instinctively pulled him closer, closer because that was all you wanted right now. And maybe you were just tasting your own tears or maybe you were tasting Mark’s tears that he hid from you by pressing his lips against yours, but you could taste the salt on the tip of your tongue.

With one hand, Mark cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin lightly to wipe away the tears that continued to run down your face and with the other hand, Mark held you close to him, grabbing onto your waist to pull you closer.

This was definitely not how either of you imagined your first kiss with each other was going to be like, but there was no changing of it, no undoing the circumstances. You were going to go, were going to move away, had to move away and you two just had to accept that.

And when Mark and you finally pulled away, you looked deep into each other’s eyes, looked at each other like you were each other’s worlds and maybe you had been for the past four years, but now it was ending, coming to a beautiful albeit bittersweet end.

Mark reached over and took the daisy again before gently tucking your hair away. With delicate fingers, he put the daisy behind your ear. He and you locked eyes and there was this satisfied smile pulling on the corners of Mark’s lips.

“I’m so happy for you,” Mark lied through his teeth and even though he could see that you knew, you let the corners of your lips curl up into a smile, tears brimming your eyes again.

“Thank you.”

You skimmed the daisy with your fingertips before lacing your fingers with his and holding onto Mark’s hands like your life depended on it. And a part of you, a part of you really did feel like it did, did feel like if you let go, your world would crumble apart and you knew Mark felt it too by the way he was squeezing and holding your hand.

And in that moment of silence, in that moment of silence where you both just stared at each other, you knew, thought the same thing, had the same words dancing on the tip of your tongues.

You were the one that got away.

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acespnminibang · 5 years

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ASMB 2019 Masterpost

Below the cut is the Asexual Supernatural Mini Bang 2019 Masterpost! You can also find all of the stories by using the masterpost tag, clicking on the link in our description or going to this year’s Ao3 collection!

Title: A Stormy Sea of Moving Emotion Author: aerica13 Artist: cenedrariva Rating: Teen and Up Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sarah Blake/Sam Winchester, past Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/OMC (brief) Warning(s): Mentions of John Winchester abuse, very slight (and non-reciprocated) sexual interest from a 19 year old at Cas/Dean, slight (non-graphic) mention of ritualistic murder, some internalized acephobia on Dean’s part, mentions of consensual sex between Dean and an OMC, brief accidental voyeurism on Cas’ part Word Count: 15,280 Summary: After surviving their fight with the siren in “Sex and Violence” (S4 E14), Sam has some questions for Dean…leading to research, identity revelations, more questions, more identity revelations, Sam getting to (metaphorically) lock Cas and Dean in a closet until they kiss and even find his own partner to kiss. Mostly in that order. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: The Answer Lies With You Author: @ladylilithprime Artist: @blindswandive Pairing: Sastiel Rating: T Word Count: 6209 Summary: When Castiel Engelstrom stumbled into Sam Winchester’s flower shop instead of his brother Gabriel’s tattoo parlour next door, Sam hadn’t seen him since college the night of the dorm fire. As the two talk, new information comes to light - both about the fire and about each other - and they discover that maybe a different sort of flame is ready to be rekindled. Warnings: Canon-adjacent arson, past injuries, burn scars, discussions of severe mental illness (schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder) and psychological trauma, mention of perceived attempted suicide, mention of alcohol use, bees and bee stings. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Broken Author: Masterpieceofturkeycleverness Artist: Walkingdeadandsupernaturaladdict Rating: Mature Pairing(s): None Warning(s): None Word Count: 5579 Summary: After receiving a phone call from Jack requesting The Sex Talk, Lucifer feels as if he’s broken and can’t love anyone because he’s never wanted to have sex. Lucifer teleports himself to rural Alaska to get away from everyone and engage in a cycle of self-pity. There, he meets an Inuit hunter who gets him talking and ultimately tells him that there are other people who are like him. This hunter turns out to be Raven in disguise, sent by Gabriel because the youngest archangel knows his older brother won’t listen to him. Ultimately, Gabriel and Jack help convince Lucifer that he’s not broken and that they love him the way he is. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Burned Bridges Author: Angsty-Violet (HiddenViolet) Artist: Angsty-Violet (HiddenViolet) Rating: Teen Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester, Lucifer/Sam Winchester Warning(s): Referenced Suicide Attempt Word Count: 5069 Summary: Sam tries to reconnect with his older brother after years of not speaking. Notes: Both the art and the fic are done by me, and located at the same place. Link to fic and art: Work Link

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Title: Delight Author: @hullosweetpea Artist: @thekingtrickster Rating: M Word Count: 5,341 Summary: Castiel has felt different from the other angels in the garrison for a while. On leave, he decides to take the plunge and visit an incubus/succubus den. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Dream of Me Author: InkStainedWings Artist: dep-op-ex-pression Rating: T Pairing: Sabriel Warning: Major Character Death Word Count: 7727 Summary: Jack starts to have dreams about another nephilim being caged in hell and has to figure out if she’s real and if she is real, can she be trusted? Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link // Music Link

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Title: He’s a Little Bit Country Author: JessJesstheBest Artist: Tiki.Art Rating: T Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel Warning(s): mild discussion of kink Word Count: 8,606 Summary: “Tell me what we’re doing here today, Clarence.”

Castiel shifted on his feet, moodily, but answered her in a grumble. “We’re putting on a concert benefit for Planned Parenthood.”

“Right! And why is that?”

“Because this country is run by a monster who is trying to take away the reproductive rights of women and we need to raise money to continue to fund our program which helps women have agency in their own bodies.“

Or the one where Castiel, as part of planned parenthood, puts on a joint punk and country benefit concert where he meets Dean Winchester, the handsome country enthusiast who is also an asshole. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Intimacy Author: @tigerlilynoh Artist: @cenedras-art Rating: Explicit Pairings: Sam/Ruby Warnings: graphic violence, mention of dub-con/non-con, explicit sexual content, masturbation, oral sex Tags: Asexual!Sam, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good!Ruby, Lucifer was never freed, Apocalypse 1.0 averted, Team Free Will saved the day Word count: 35,282 Summary: Sam had largely given up on having a relationship. The life of a hunter didn’t lend itself to romance, and the few partners he’d had had always pushed for more than he wanted to give. So it was bittersweet to realize that he was developing a crush on Ruby, while working a case together. But when she hits on him and he comes out to her as asexual, Sam soon finds acceptance in one of the most unlikely of people. Now all that’s left is to learn to accept himself, figure out what intimacy means to them… and stop a mysterious killer that’s leaving a trail of exsanguinated bodies. Link to the fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Lacuna Author: @writingarchangels Artist: @walkingdeadandsupernaturaladdict Rating: General Pairing(s): Nick/Michael/Lucifer Warning(s): n/a Word Count: 5.3K Summary:The Archangel Lucifer never dared to dream about becoming a father, being sure to mess it up like his own did, but then he became one. Now his life is dedicated to raising his son and keeping him safe, which he manages to do so with his vessel’s help. He tries his best to stay down the radar and to keep ahead of the Winchester’s.

But things take an unpredictable turn when Michael reappears, traumatized by what he went through in the Cage after Lucifer took the unconscious angel home. Now Lucifer needs to figure out what to do with Michael and keep Jack safe all at the same time.

/Lacuna\ (n) a blank space. a missing part Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Lessons Cas Never knew he Needed Author: @reallyscj Artist: @never-used-ever Rating: G Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Warning(s): None Word Count: 5049 Summary: Castiel is a new college freshman and looking to start the new chapter of his life. Can the boy he met at a party help him on his journey? Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Let it Be Author: Karategirl80 (Tumblr) Karategrl80 (AO3) Artist: KrisN5 (Tumblr) Rating: Teen and Up Pairing(s): Sastiel, platonic Dean and Cas, platonic Dean and Gabriel Warning(s): polyamory (platonic) Word Count: 14924 Summary: The Me’tai are a magical race coexisting (mostly) with humans. Sam and Dean grew up with one foot in the Me’tai world, and one foot in the human world. Their mother, Mary, a strong witch, was killed when Sam was only 6 months old. John, their human father, feared the worst for his sons, and did his best to raise them “human.” As they got older, though, it became clear that they were never going to pass as “human.” Sam had potential to be as powerful as his mother was, if not more, and Dean was an often sought after catwing familiar. When Sam decides to attend Stanford’s Magic Division, Dean goes with him. While there, Sam meets his lifebond, a catwing familiar named Cas, and after graduation Sam, Cas, and Dean settle down in Palo Alto. Everything seems fine until Dean starts acting out of character, and Sam and Cas need to work together to help a very resistant Dean become comfortable with himself, his heritage as a Me’tai, and as a familiar. Links to fic and art: Fic and Art Link

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Title: Lover Author: casbeanwrites Artist: thekingtrickster Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Dean Winchester/Castiel Warning(s): none Word Count: 27367 Summary: Dean knows that Cas doesn’t like him. They’re not even friends, not really. But Dean can’t help it, he wants to be around Cas, he wants to be his friends, he wants… more. But he has to respect that Cas is just not interested.

It’s not until Cas gets into the first heat of his life in front of him that Dean is faced with the fact that maybe, just maybe, Cas doesn’t hate him at all. Links to fic and art: Fic / Art Link

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Title: meet me at the reservoir Author: @dep-op-ex-pression | penrosequartz on ao3 Artist: @blindswandive | BlindSwandive on ao3 Rating: Mature Pairing(s): Mick Davies/Arthur Ketch, Antonia Bevell/Arthur Ketch Warning(s): Rape/Non-Con Elements, Abuse, Suicide, Alcoholism Word Count: 6462 Summary: “Mick Davies thought he had lost all hope before Arthur Ketch came into his life. Now he’s a few months in, and he’s beginning to realise he’s got even less hope than he had before. His parents are gone, his sister is distant, Arthur’s ex is too close for comfort, and love isn’t anything like he imagined.” Author Notes: this fic is in NO way supposed to represent meaningful, healthy relationships. mick is being abused. this is not intended to be romantic or appropriate. if you or anyone you know is in a relationship like this, please leave as soon as you can - these are not good vibes!!!! as a side note, my entire heart and soul exists within this fic. please be gentle with it. Artist Notes: see art LJ post. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Patchwork Soul Author: Hyrulehearts1123 Artist: My_Untold_Lies Rating: Teen Pairing(s): Implied Michael/Lucifer Warning(s): Canon Typical Violence, vague mentions of torture Word Count: 19008 Summary: Within The Cage, there was something that didn’t belong. A Fledgling, born of the Soul of Sam Winchester, and the Grace of Michael and Lucifer. When Raphael embarked to rescue the Fledgling, they had no idea just how important he would be, or the healing and restoration that would come about through the Fledgling’s existence. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Pay Up! Author: @twisted-pride // Broken_Twisted_Lullabies Artist: @cenedrariva Rating: T Pairing(s): Gabriel/Sam Winchester (one sided), Dorothy Baum/Charlie Bradbury, Jessica Moore/Brady (background), Kevin Tran/Channing Ngo (background) Warning(s): some swearing, very brief reference to aphobia (in final chapter), Word Count: 65,037 Summary: They always say don’t make a deal with the devil, but in Gabriel’s defense this one was too good to pass up. All he had to do was stay single for 4 years, and win 50$. Piece of cake. But Lucifer’s determined to win, and doesn’t realize the ace up Gabriel’s sleeve. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: Piled Higher and Deeper Author: zaffre Artist: hufflapute Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairing(s): Castiel/Dean Winchester Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 10658 Summary: Castiel has been working on his dissertation for 10 years, which is twice as long as most. Given an ultimatum – finish by the following spring or be kicked out of the program – Castiel feels certain that he’s going to fail and allow his amazing future to slip away. But maybe he doesn’t want that future anymore. Or maybe he’s just depressed. Castiel isn’t sure anymore. But what he is certain about is that one of the new grad students in the department is something special, and Castiel is shocked when Dean seems to feel the same about him. Author Notes: This was written for the Ace SPN Mini Bang. Thank you so much to the mod for running this challenge! Links to fic and art: Fic link // Art Link

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Title: There You Are, Homemade Author: orange_8_hands Artist: skeletonsinzeecloset / AngelofWine Rating: PG-13 Pairing(s): Dean/Cas Warning(s): non-graphic(-ish) masturbation scene, internalized acephobia, self-worth issues Word Count: 5660 Summary: For Dean, Cas can make this happen. He can. (or: after the first time they meet and before the rest of their lives, Cas tries his best.) Author Notes: This work is a stand-alone, but is a prequel(-ish) to my Carpenter Verse. Other notes are added to the fic itself. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: This is Me Author: SabrielandaceSam Artist: dep-op-ex-pression Rating: Not Rated Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/Gabriel Warning(s): Mentions of Acephobia, Can seem Anti-dean that was not intentional Word Count: 5049 Summary: A few weeks after a hunt, Sam decides Gabriel needs to learn how to drive. After a few hours, the two settle to relax. And secrets can be revealed in the quiet. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

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Title: To Build A Heaven Author: Sageclover61 Artist: Emmatheslayer Rating: T Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/ Raphael, Dean Winchester/ Lucifer/ Michael Warning(s): possible mentions of attempted sexual assault and possible mentions of child prostitution Word Count: 35621 Summary: Sam Winchester had always believed in a higher power. It was a comforting constant during the chaos of moving all over the country throughout his childhood. And despite the fact that the things going bump in the night were real it never stopped being somewhat of a relief to believe that there was something good, even if there was no way to see it or interact with it. “Faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of things we cannot see,” Hebrews 11:1. Sometimes… Sometimes all you need is an archangel in your corner. Links to fic and art: Fic Link // Art Link

#asmb 2019 #asmb 2019 masterpost #masterpost #asmb masterpost #masterpost2019

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lady-divine-writes · 5 years

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Klaine one-shot “Settled” (Rated NC17)

Summary:

When Kurt commands Blaine to hand him his underwear at the dinner table of a fancy restaurant, Blaine has five minutes to figure out how. ... Time's up, and things don't look good for him. (1829 words)

Notes: A follow-up to 'Unsettling'. Dom!Kurt, sub!Blaine.

Part 70 of Taking a Journey Together

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“So, pet,” Kurt says, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table, “I asked you for your underwear five minutes ago. Where are they?”

“Uh … I’m working on it, Sir. I just need … one more minute or two …”

“You get fifteen seconds, pet. After that …” Kurt leans forward, smiling like the devil “… I’m coming over there and taking them myself.”

Blaine’s breathing catches in his throat. Kurt coming to claim his underwear? He doesn’t doubt that that’s exactly what his Master will do, but it seems to go against some very important things that Kurt stands for. He doesn’t take kink into public spaces in ways anyone would notice. No one participates if they don’t consent. He doesn’t force kink on people. That’s one of Kurt’s staunchest rules. So he has to have some idea of how to get Blaine out of his underwear without anyone around them noticing.

And if his Master has a way, then so should Blaine.

But he doesn’t.

Blaine has been wracking his brain for every second of those five minutes trying to come up with a method of removing his underwear at the table like his Master commanded, but he doesn’t have a single clue. And that wicked smile winding like a watch spring around Kurt’s cheeks isn’t helping him any. Blaine knows that for every second he doesn’t comply, he’s accumulating points in Kurt’s mental vault, which will probably be exchanged for lashes with Kurt’s cane, minutes Blaine will have to kneel on rice …

… or jalapeno peppers that Blaine will have to eat.

Blaine has been terrified of breaking eye contact with his Master for this entire exercise, hoping something in Kurt’s face will inspire an idea. Or maybe his look of desperation will cause Kurt to take pity on him and he’ll give him a hint. When that doesn’t work, Blaine takes a chance and shifts his gaze for a second, scanning the table for anything that could help him.

There’s nothing really: both their plates, their glasses, the bread basket still full of bread, the butter dish …

His eyes finally land on one thing that might be of use. It could be off limits for being too obvious, but he’s run out of options and time. He has to go for broke – reach for it and see if Kurt will allow it.

Blaine’s hand creeps across the table, his fingers making their way to the one thing he hopes will help. From the look on Kurt’s face, Blaine knows he’s figured it out. Blaine pauses, waits for Kurt to stop him, tell him that it’s the easy way out, but he doesn’t. He watches Blaine grab the steak knife, pull it back towards him, and carefully slip it underneath the table.

Kurt raises a brow as Blaine’s gaze returns to his Master’s face, locked there obediently until he’s instructed otherwise. Beneath the table, Blaine feels around with his fingers - lowering the zip to his slacks, pulling loose the tails of his shirt, then locating the hip of his underwear. He says a tiny thank you to the universe that he chose bikini briefs and not boxer briefs, or else this would be an impossible chore. Praying the knife is as sharp as it looks, Blaine starts slicing through the cotton, trying not to appear conspicuous to the diners around him as he does. But regardless of any looks that might get thrown his way, he keeps his eyes on Kurt’s face and the blank look of amusement that has settled there as he waits patiently for Blaine to complete, or fail, this task.

The knife turns out to be (blessedly) sharp, but the briefs don’t go down without a fight, especially when Blaine reaches the waistband, which is thicker than the rest of the garment by far. Maintaining constant pressure, he saws through it, missing nicking his skin by fractions of an inch. The second side goes quicker after that, after he has angle, speed, and pressure figured out. With that part done, he returns the knife to the table, bits of red fabric stuck to the serrated blade the only evidence of what he has done. With a nonchalance he’s fighting hard to hold on to, he lifts his rear a few inches off the chair he’s sitting on and tugs. It takes some finessing to accomplish without shoving his hand down the front of his pants or standing up completely, but after some shimmying side to side, he finally manages it, the relief of sliding them out the back of his pants washing through him in one barely audible sigh. He swallows hard as he sits back down, the seat of his slacks cold against his bare bottom. He balls the underwear in his right hand until they can’t be seen, then reaches out his closed fist to Kurt.

“Here you are, Master,” Blaine says evenly. “I hope this is an acceptable solution.”

Kurt takes Blaine’s underwear, worrying them in his hand with a look on his face so inscrutable, it sends chills up and down Blaine’s spine. Did he do it right? Did he succeed? He had to have. He did what his Master asked, in essence. Kurt doesn’t set Blaine up to fail, but maybe there was another way, something Blaine didn’t think of. Maybe he could have taken his underwear off without destroying them.

Blaine isn’t a physics major or anything, but he can’t possibly imagine how.

Kurt lifts the fabric to his nose and breathes in, his eyes darkening in the dim light of the restaurant. Blaine’s heart thuds madly in his chest, racing to heart attack inducing speeds when Kurt utters the words:

“You. With me. Now.”

Kurt pushes his chair out a foot, stands, and walks off in one fluid motion, leaving Blaine scrambling to keep up considering he has to tuck in his shirt and do up his fly first. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! he thinks as he catches up with his Master, heading towards what looks like coat check, oblivious to what Kurt has cooking in his head.

Kurt walks past the coat check, past the bathrooms, and out through a service door, unalarmed regardless of a large red sign to the contrary. They walk down a flight of stairs and through another unalarmed door, ending up in an empty hallway flanked by several unmarked doors. Kurt goes to one, puts his hand on the knob, and opens it to Blaine’s awe because how in the hell does Kurt know where he’s going!?

He feels there’s a story there somewhere, but now’s not the time to delve into it.

Without a word, or a glance to make sure no one sees them, he grabs Blaine’s elbow and shoves him inside. It’s a small, dark space, made smaller and darker when the door shuts and Kurt locks it. Blaine braces himself, for what, he doesn’t know. A slap in the face? A shove to his knees? A flurry of commands? A lecture on respecting his clothes? Handcuffs? It could be anything. But Blaine discovers he isn’t anxious from not knowing.

He’s excited to find out.

Kurt grabs his sub’s shirt and drags him to him, even though Blaine can’t see two inches in front of his face. Kurt kisses him, his hands finding the buttons of his shirt and undoing them one by one down to his slacks. Blaine has no idea where they’ve ended up. Is this a bathroom? A closet? Who knows!? What does it matter? Kurt wants him – wants him so badly that he’s found a dark corner in the unimportant somewhere and pinned Blaine to it.

Buttons undone. Zip pulled down. But before Blaine can anticipate what might happen next, Kurt spins him around, yanks out his plug, and plunges his fingers inside him. Caught off guard, Blaine squeaks, and Kurt stuffs his ruined underwear in his mouth to shut him up.

Kurt’s fingers are ruthless - thrusting, scissoring, one more added, then another till Kurt has four in. It’s too much too quick, but of course it is, because Kurt himself is too much. And he knows Blaine, inside and out. He knows where to touch him, how to get to him. Kurt hits his prostate immediately, over and over, intentionally milking him. Blaine cums quickly, his whole body surrendering to tremors that nearly bring him to his knees, but Kurt doesn’t stop, replacing his fingers with his cock and pounding inside him, stroking his spent but still hard cock until Blaine is ready to crawl out of his skin.

Blaine stays still, stays standing and takes. That’s his place, his purpose in this scene, and he doesn’t want it to end. This control over his body, Kurt pushing his boundaries to points unknown, is part of the thrill of being Kurt’s pet. Of belonging to him. Kurt drives blunt nails into Blaine’s sides and Blaine bites the cotton in his mouth, holding back groans that sting his throat like fire. Kurt grunts into his neck, the only acknowledgement Blaine has that his Master is enjoying him, in that hungry way that signifies not only the hold Kurt has over Blaine, but the hold Blaine has over Kurt. Blaine knows this scene will end sooner than later because they’re still in public, violating some mysterious room in this restaurant that someone might need to use eventually. But Kurt has yet to say a word. He hasn’t told Blaine anything, hasn’t called him a good boy, hasn’t scolded him for what he did.

Hasn’t told him how he’s expected to reciprocate … or when.

This is raw ownership at its finest, and Kurt is well within his rights to keep Blaine in the dark, so to speak.

October starts the following week – or for Kurt and Blaine’s purposes, Locktober. That means a full month of chastity. And as much as Blaine enjoys being locked in a cage, as a self-described cock slut, he’s definitely going to miss this. He craves these assaults on his ass, Kurt holding him tight and using him like a mindless rag doll, devoid of emotion, without want or need, with little purpose other than to be a hole for his Master’s pleasure.

But being denied has its pleasures, too. Being edged to the verge of tears with no relief in sight carries its own catharsis. It helps him focus on his responsibilities as Kurt’s pet, to realign himself with his instinct to serve by removing completion from the equation.

He’s an object to serve his Master in the capacity Kurt needs.

Here and now, his job is to accept what he’s given, and to carry it with him until he’s given permission to release.

Blaine pinches his eyes shut to absorb it all in, write it in his memory, and store it away, hoping Kurt lasts longer than he did.

#klaine #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #D/s #Frankie writes

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singledarkshade · 6 years

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Sunnydale Centurion

Part Six - Wild Animals

“We’ve got the yearly fieldtrip tomorrow to the zoo,” Rory told Amy while he rested back on his pillows with the phone against his ear.

She laughed, “Sounds exciting.”

“As Xander and Willow remind me every year it means we’re not in class,” Rory told her, “I suppose they do have a point.”

“They’re right,” Amy told him, “Be thankful, we have a math test tomorrow.”

Rory chuckled before asking wryly, “Did you study or are you just winging it?”

“I did study,” she sounded offended before adding, “A little.”

A fond smile touched his lips.

“So, what about this new girl you told me about?” Amy asked, “What was her name again?”

“Buffy,” Rory replied, “And she’s nice, a good friend.”

“Really?” Amy asked drawing out the question, “Just a friend?”

Rory grimaced wanting to tell Amy there would never be anyone for him but her. As usual the words stuck because he knew she wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings.

“She has a boyfriend,” he lied, although from the looks of things whenever she was with Angel something would happen soon, “Besides I think of her the same way I think of Mels.”

“Someone you’re going to have to bail out of jail soon?” Amy asked cheekily.

Rory laughed, “Hopefully not.”

They both laughed for several moments while Rory thought of the other girl in Leadworth he missed.

“When are you coming home?” Amy demanded suddenly.

“It won’t be until the middle of summer vacation this year,” Rory told her, “But we will be home for three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” Amy asked, “And you promise you will be in the same country as me for twenty-one whole days?”

“I promise,” Rory smiled at her demand.

“Good,” she stated firmly, “And you better spend all your time with us.”

Rory laughed, “I need to see my gran too.”

“You’ll be staying with her,” Amy reminded him, “You’ll see her each night.”

He laughed again before promising, “I’ll do my best.”

“As long as you’re here,” she said softly.

Rory smiled before frowning when he heard his mother’s voice calling, “This is your two minute warning.”

They both sighed.

“I hate this,” Amy said, “Only getting to talk to you for one hour a week.”

Rory couldn’t help but smile at that, “I hate it too but you remember how much we had to fight to get even this.”

“Amy!!!”

Rory grimaced as her Aunt called out the one minute warning.

“I’ll talk to you next week,” he promised, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Amy replied, “Enjoy the zoo.”

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Rory was confused by how Xander was acting.

They’d known one another for several years and Rory had never seen Xander treat Willow like she was anything less than brilliant. Watching his friend treat her like she was nothing more than a piece of dirt on the sole of his shoe made Rory want to punch him more than he’d ever wanted to hit anyone.

“She is to me,” his voice echoed through his mind before he felt and heard the smack of his fist against a jaw.

Rory was pulled back to the corridor when Xander slammed into him, turning back for a moment the dark eyes of his friend were darker than he’d ever seen. Ice slid along his spine when Xander turned his back and continued along with his new friends.

Something was seriously wrong.

“Something’s wrong with Xander,” Rory announced entering the library where Buffy and Giles were talking.

Buffy smacked Giles’ arm triumphant, “See, even Rory sees it and he’s a teenage boy.”

“Did I miss half this conversation?” Rory asked confused.

“Herbert!” Willow’s voice made them turn to find her running into the library, “They found him.”

Buffy frowned, “The pig?”

Willow nodded looking sick, “Dead,” she told them before grimacing in horror, “And also eaten. Principal Flutie's freaking out.”

Rory shook his head, “Tell me he didn’t?”

Buffy turned to Giles folding her arms across her chest triumphantly, “Testosterone, huh?”

Giles stared at them for a moment before turning and heading into his office.

Willow shared a confused look with Rory before asking, “What're you gonna do?”

“Get my books,” Giles told them a little bemused, “Look stuff up.”

Rory grimaced as he read more on hyenas, looking up as Buffy dragged an unconscious Xander into the library.

“Hurry up,” Buffy told them as Rory bounded to his feet to help, “We gotta get him locked up somehow before he comes to.”

Willow stared at her, “Oh, my God, Xander! What happened?”

“I hit him,” Buffy told them.

“With what?” Rory asked moving to check his friend.

Buffy shrugged, “A desk.”

Rory turned to her, “What?”

Willow opened the cage and they watched Buffy drag him inside. She took a breath and locked the cage stopping Rory.

“I need to make sure he’s okay,” Rory told her.

Buffy placed her hand on his chest, “That’s not Xander right now. Trust me it took a lot to knock him out.”

Rory grimaced, “But...”

“I know your instinct is to look after him but right now he’s the enemy,” Buffy said before squeezing his arm, she turned and glanced round the room, “Where's Giles?”

“He got called to some teacher's meeting,” Willow told her before asking worriedly, “What are we gonna do?” Rory wrapped his arm around Willow who shakily asked, “How do we get Xander back?”

Buffy shook her head as Rory hugged Willow close both of them staring at their friend. The door opening made Rory turn to see Giles and he held onto Willow tighter at the look on the older man’s face.

Buffy sighed still looking at their unconscious friend, “Right now I'm a little more worried about what the rest of the pack are up to.”

“The rest of the pack,” Giles spoke up making the two girls turn, “Were spotted outside Herbert the mascot's cage. They were sent to the principal's office.”

Rory felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Willow nodded, “Good! That'll show them,” she said before wincing at the look on Giles’ face, “Did it show them?”

Giles continued to frown looking distinctly uncomfortable.

“They didn't hurt him, did they?” Buffy asked concerned.

“They, uh...” Giles hesitated and took a deep breath before finishing, “Ate him.”

Willow slipped from Rory’s grip and moved to sit down; Rory reached out and leaned on the counter trying to understand what he’d just heard.

“They ate Principal Flutie?” Buffy whispered horrified.

“Ate him up?” Willow asked looking as sick as Rory felt.

Giles leaned against the counter and took his glasses off to clean then, “The, uh, official theory is that wild dogs got into his office somehow. There was no one at the scene.”

Willow winced before she looked up, “But Xander didn't,” she turned to Buffy, “He, he was with you.”

“Oh,” Giles glanced over to the cage, “Well, that's a small mercy.”

Rory folded his arms across his chest, “So what do we do now?”

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“How are you feeling?” Rory asked Xander who was sitting in the library with his lunch now thankfully free of the hyena for two days.

Xander showed him the cheese sandwich he was eating, “Like being a vegetarian for the next few months.”

Rory chuckled and sat beside his friend who looked relieved that Rory wasn’t shying away from him.

“I can understand,” Rory replied, pulling out his own lunch.

They sat in silence eating until the girls joined them. Rory caught them worriedly watching Xander who was busying himself opening a bag of chips.

“Okay,” Rory spoke up making them all turn to him, “My mum and Nick are out tonight. You guys want to come over and watch a movie?”

The other three turned to him and a ripple of agreement moved through the room.

“I know the perfect movie,” Xander announced with a grin, “You guys have seen Cujo right?”

Part Seven - Chocolate

#fic #doctor who #rory williams #amy pond #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #xander harris #willow rosenberg #rupert giles #cordelia chase

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zirawrites · 6 years

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Ok, ok, so companions react to finding Sole spent ALL NIGHT hanging up Christmas lights on every single house and tree in Sanctuary. (Even going so far as to build a separate generator exclusively to power said lights)

I wrote this as Sole showing companions this at night. I hope that still captures your vision when you sent this reaction! Wish I could have posted this closer to Christmas. Sorry for the wait

Cait: Sometimes when Cait drifted off to sleep in the cages, the lights would blur together as she closed her eyes. It was the only time she felt calm in those days. For those brief seconds before blissful sleep, the world was nothing but twinkling white lights, and she was safe. That was what the decorations in Sanctuary reminded her of. When Sole asked how she liked them, Cait cursed under her breath. She realized how much Sole really cared for her. When words failed, Cait gave them a hard slap on the back. “You outdone yerself, darln’. I’ve never seen anythn’ more beautiful. Besides me-self in the mirror, ya know?”

Codsworth: His metal body shook with glee, and Sole had to hold him steady. The last thing either of them wanted was for him to blow a fuse. “This is just like before the war!” Codsworth exclaimed. He could picture Sole and their spouse holding baby-Shaun as the naughtier children of the town ran up and down the street. The Rosa family would be playing Christmas music through their new record player, which would wake up half the neighborhood. Codsworth would fix Sole hot chocolate, and listen to them tell him what a great help he was.

When Sole noticed Codsworth had fallen silent, they placed their hand on his side reassuringly. “Me too, pal,” Sole said. “I see it too.”

Curie: Curie had read about this tradition back as a Miss Nanny, and it was something she assumed Sanctuary couldn’t afford. She was mostly impressed that Sole made an entire new generator. Her friend was both kind and savvy. Curie walked under the twinkling lights, and ran her fingers over the warm bulbs. She wanted to feel every sensation. She wanted to see every light.

“This is… so wonderful, Sole.” When Sole frowned, Curie tilted her head inquisitively. Sole reached out to brush away the tears that fell down Curie’s cheeks. “Oh, not to worry, madame/monsieur. These are happy tears. You have given Sanctuary a wonderful Christmas present. All I got you was a textbook. I hope it will still suffice, yes?”

Danse: Maxon occasionally allowed soldiers to decorate the Prydwen. The festivities were usually confined to their share quarters, and consisted mostly of a small fake tree and a few fairy lights. When Danse took in the old magazine-worthy spectacle, even his stoic demeanor couldn’t hold back a beaming smile. “Outstanding, Sole,” he said. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the lights, so he placed his hand on Sole’s shoulder to let them know they had his attention. “I can’t believe you did all of this by yourself. I’m impressed.” The handful of settlers in Sanctuary were just stepping outside to take in the view, and pride swelled in Danse’s chest. Their faces were so joyous; eyes widening and smiles tightly stretching. “So is everyone else. You seem to find a new way to make the Commonwealth a little brighter every day. Um… literally.” Sole snorted at his unintentional joke.

Deacon: Sole managed to evade Deacon’s watchful eyes long enough to give him a surprise? He didn’t believe it until he saw Sanctuary lit up in every color imaginable. He had seen what Diamond City put out on Christmas Day, and a few pre-war holiday catalogs. But a neighborhood covered in festive lights? This was uncharted territory. He was conflicted with the urge to run down the street like a little kid, or badger Sole about how they sneaked out of HQ for an entire night without him knowing.

“Okay, for once in my life, I got nothing.” Deacon’s fingers lingered hesitantly at the edge of his sunglasses. He wanted to take them off and get the full effect, but couldn’t risk someone seeing his eyes. Couldn’t risk being vulnerable. “You outdid yourself, Sole. I’m in awe of your awesomeness. Aghast at your flabberghastedness. Amazed at your ama-” Sole cut him off with a soft punch to his arm. Deacon winced, and went to reach for the tender spot. When Sole had turned their head away, he instead used his hand to grab their shoulder. “When everyone goes to bed, let’s go back out here, okay?” Deacon furrowed his brow. He seemed so serious he might actually be sad. “I wanna come out here without my shades, you dig?” Sole definitely did, and responded with a quick side-hug that Deacon actually reciprocated.

Dogmeat: The puppy absolutely lost his shit. Dogmeat barked over and over again as he ran up and down the streets. Sole gave up on trying to corral him, and let the pooch run out his energy. The twinkling lights along the houses and in the trees both confused and excited Dogmeat. He knew it couldn’t be the work of enemies. Look at how happy Sole was. Since Sole was happy, so was Dogmeat. He tried to nip at the strings in the bushes, but Codsworth shooed him away. What a great night to be a dog.

Gage: When Sole eagerly led him in to Sanctuary, he got the same feeling when they had restored power to Nuka World. The sudden explosion of light across the park made each bulb twinkle. He hadn’t expected such a warm feeling in his chest as the rides started up and raiders explored their bases with childlike wonder. And as he watched the other settlers gaze up at the houses with amazement, he couldn’t be more impressed with Sole if he tried. “Well shit, boss. I dunno what to say. Every time I think you’ve outdone yerself you pull something like fucking… like… well, like this, I guess.” Sole noticed Gage was blushing. Their raider friend wasn’t usually flustered. The fact that he trailed off to explore the settlement reaffirmed how comfortable he felt around his Overboss. Too proud to show Sole he cared, but contented enough to flash them a smile before he walked away.

Hancock: “You did all this by yourself? Shit. All I got you were some socks.” Hancock stood in the middle of the road to get the best view of all the houses. He had tried to decorate Goodneighbor before, but the lights usually were stolen by the end of the evening. It was hard housing the kinds of ruffians he ran with; especially when they were particularly ungrateful guests. Seeing Sole smile under a soft spotlight of red and green made his chest swell. Hancock didn’t know what he did to deserve a friend as selfless as them. “I’m putting you in charge of our little Christmas party in The Third Rail. Unless…” Sole cut him off with a curt wave of their hand. They were not moving the drifters of Goodneighbor in to Sanctuary for the night. Even if it was Christmas.

MacCready: MacCready squealed like a kid on Christmas Day as he ran across the bridge to Sanctuary to look at the lights. When he did work for the Gunners, he sometimes found himself perched up high on a building. He could see Diamond City sparkling in the distance, and thought that had to be the brightest thing left on Earth. As he walked through the streets and gaped at Sole’s handiwork, MacCready knew he was wrong.

“This is amazing!” MacCready was so excited that his voice cracked at the end; his pitch so squeaky Sole thought he was having a panic attack. “God, what I would have given to see this as a kid. Can we show this to the tykes in Diamond City? I know a handful of ‘em that could really use this. Actually, just last week -” MacCready was telling Sole something important, but they had stopped listening. It was the first time Sole saw him want to give something back. They knew he had a soft spot for children, but to sacrifice their settlement just to show some strangers holiday cheer? It was the best present MacCready could have given Sole for Christmas.

Preston: Preston had wondered why Sole wanted as many Minutemen to report to Sanctuary up until the moment he saw the colorful lights. Every house and tree was decorated in holiday cheer; something only Sole could ever pull off. Since the first time they met, Sole did nothing but give and give to the people of the Commonwealth. When they asked Preston if he liked their work, he took off his hat in awe. His reaction was humble; Preston’s gaze softly fell on Sole to show tears running down his flushed cheeks.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he whispered. “I didn’t think I’d be this choked up. I just…” Sole pulled Preston in to a hug as the accompanying Minutemen left to explore the town. “Thank you, Sole. For everything.” Preston didn’t know how to make it up to his General, but he knew he would do anything to prove his loyalty.

Piper: “Jesus…” Piper didn’t know what else to say. As soon as Nat saw the bright lights, the little girl ran off to explore. Piper was left behind with Sole to express their gratitude, but for the first time in her life the wordsmith had nothing to say. Sole watched Piper spin around several times to take it all in. When she finally soaked up the gravity of just how far Sole was willing to go to spread Christmas cheer, her expression changed from stoic to elated. “This is the coolest thing ever!” Was Piper actually giggling? The reporter threw up her arms and twirled in a circle; her red coat fluttering and picking up an array of Christmas colors. “So what do you want the article to be called? Ooh! How about: Blue saves Sanctuary from a Blue Christmas. Get it? No? Okay, I’ll work on it.”

Nick: The old synth had memories of Christmases he never took part in. Not really, anyway. Pre-war Nick opened presents. He drank hot toddies and nuzzled with his wife by the fireplace. His new self usually spent Christmas alone in his office because Nick always gave Ellie the day off. When everyone went to bed, Nick walked around Diamond City to admire the lights. It was peaceful. Tranquil. Lonely.

Sole had covered his eyes to unveil their decorations. As soon as Nick caught the first sheen of light on the roof in front of him, he knew Sole had decorated for Christmas. For the first minute, Nick was utterly speechless. Sole poked at his arm and asked if everything was okay.

“I finally have my own Christmas tradition,” he said. Sole wasn’t sure if the flicker in his yellow eyes was supposed to represent a tear. “And it’s with you. My partner.” Nick snaked his arm around Sole’s waist as they watched a handful of Sanctuary children run past them. “My best friend.”

Strong: Strong didn’t know what Christmas was, even though Sole explained the tradition multiple times. They figured the best way for Strong to grasp it was to show him just how festive the holiday could be. Surprisingly, Strong’s face lit up at the colorful decorations. It was the most expression he had ever shown. Sole almost wanted to cry.

“Human cover shelter in bright lights. Easy for bad guys to find human’s home.” Before Sole could interject, Strong added: “But Strong has never seen such color. Everything is glowing. Very bright. Makes human happy. That makes Strong happy.” It was a compliment Sole was more than willing to take.

X6-88: Electricity wasn’t hard to come by in the Institute. X6 couldn’t imagine the massive amount of drifters that went without it in the Commonwealth. Every room underground had their own lighting, and every person had basic necessities like running water. It took a lot to impress him outside of combat skills. And Sole seemed to always be pushing his limits.

As Sole watched X6′s expression, they almost thought he didn’t care for the bright lights. It took a trained eye to notice his mouth slightly agape. Sole knew if he really disliked it, he would have immediately voiced his dissatisfaction. Instead, X6 stayed silent for a long time.

“It’s beautiful,” he finally said. And X6 meant it. Part of him was curious enough to venture away from Sole and take in all the decorations, but the part loyal to them wanted to stay close. “May we look at all of them? I’ve never seen Christmas decorations before.” His voice was so eager that Sole just couldn’t resist.

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atombombbagel · 6 years

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that torture reaction was on point, well done! could we please have the companions comforting Sole after the event when all the torturers have been dealt with? I like my hurt with a side dish of comfort :) love your blog

Thank you for your kind words :)

Cait:Cait spat on the last of the raiders, brushing her hands on the thighs of hertrousers. She kept good on her words, she broke free and butchered every lastraider that had put their hands on Sole, just like she said she would. Sheuntied the ropes wrapped around Sole’s wrists, catching a weak Sole in her armswhen they flopped to the ground.

“Repeat this and I’ll deny it, ya hear,“ Cait started, mildly joking, “I was so worried about ye,“ she held Sole’sface in her hands, blood from the cuts on Sole’s cheeks leaking onto her palms.First, Cait was going to find some goddamn supplies in this place and then shewas going to patch up Sole’s wounds, like they’d done for her that one time.She didn’t want Sole hobbling around downtown Boston the way they were, itwould be a vulnerability. They’d camp out here until Sole could actually standon their own two feet.

Curie:Curie had closed her eyes when Sole regained enough strength to headbutt theirattacker, she didn’t want to watch, she couldn’t. Sole had managed to single handilyget out of their restraints, kill the raiders and save their girlfriend fromthe same fate they’d endured. Sole knelt down in front of Curie, using a knifethey’d found to cut Curie’s bonds. The corners of Sole’s mouth tilted up,sending a flash of warm heat through Curie. They were alive and right now thatwas enough, although Curie wasn’t going to let Sole go around with the cuts andbruises they had, insisting to patch them up. Sole broke the silence by pullingCurie into them, hugging them tightly as Curie lightly wept into their chest.It was more Sole comforting Curie on this one, the innocent girl had seenenough.

Danse:Once the raiders saw Danse shove his body through the cage, they were startledto say the least. Half the raiders ran for their lives, scared of the muchbigger, stronger and pissed of man and the rest, well Danse made sure theywouldn’t bother anyone ever again. Danse sliced through the ropes holding Solecaptive, holding them by the shoulders as they struggled to stand up.

“Thank you,“ Sole whispered,their voice dull and numb from having to scream so much. Danse finally smiled,brushing strands of Sole’s hair from their face and tucking them behind their ear.Sole reciprocated the smile as Danse pulled them into his towering frame,nearly crushing them with a loving hug, a hug that said, I’m so glad you’re safe. Sole breathed out a sigh of relief meltinginto Danse’s warm body, taking in his scent. Because when you’re on the vergeof dying you forget the little things and Sole wasn’t going to take them forgranted.

“C’mon, we should leave in case the othersreturn, plus there’s a hot shower with our names on it,“ Danse, held outhis hand, smiling when Sole grabbed onto it firmly.

Deacon:Deacon always hid a spare blade up his sleeve and it’s a good thing he hadn’t beenfrisked because he’d have been screwed. He cut his way through the ropes andsnuck behind one of the posts. Being the master of disguises, it wasn’t surprisingthat he’d knocked out a raider and put on their attire. The group definitely wasn’texpecting to be taken out by one of their own, well that’s what they thoughtanyway.

“You’re so good at that,“ Solemused as Deacon sliced off the ropes around their wrists. Deacon wagged hiseyebrows at Sole, he couldn’t bring himself to smile, not after what he’d witnessedbut he sure as hell could kiss Sole right now. Sole melted into the hot kissthey’d been dragged into by Deacon, their fingers gripping onto his shirt asthey pulled him in further.

“This will be one hell of a story totell the grandkids,“ Deacon joked, pulling Sole into his side as hewalked along with them, “But until then, let’s get you looking like your usual,beautiful self,“ Deacon even scrounged up enough caps to pay for the doctorhimself, wanted to prove how much he cared about Sole, even when they insisted hedidn’t.

Hancock:Hancock had waited until the dead of night, when the raiders had foolishlyfallen asleep, to break out of the camp, untying Sole and pulling them alongwith him, sneaking out of the camp. Luckily, they weren’t too far from one ofSole’s settlements. It was only until they were out of earshot and sight thatHancock let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in. The sight ofhis lovers bruised and battered body really upset him, what upset him more wasthe fact he couldn’t do anything to prevent it.

“I know that look, don’t beat yourselfup over it, we’re okay now,“ Sole assured, squeezing Hancock’s hand.Hancock looked down at Sole’s hand, pulling it up and placing one little kissto it. He then took of his jacket, placing it over Sole’s shoulders, noticingthem shivering.

“I was so scared Sunshine,“ His voicecracked, making him pause.

“I know,“ Sole smiled reassuringly,pulling Hancock into an embrace, their hands wrapped around his neck as theyheld him to them, “when we get back, just be with me, ok?“ Sole added, “Ijust want you near me,“

“Well I’m not going to turn that offerdown, now am I,“ Hancock winked, making light of the situation, like hetends to do.

Nick:If it wasn’t for that familiar face to walk through the gates of the raidercamp, Sole and Nick would be in deep shit right now.

“Nicky? Is that you?“ the raiderhad insisted they’d be released immediately and apologised profusely, but onlybecause Nick had saved one of his own, sparing him in the process. But he didthreaten that they don’t come back here again, or they would be toast.

“It’s a good thing I’m dating a well-knowndetective,“ Sole jested, making Nick chuckle a little. He couldn’t helpbut frown at the thought of Sole getting seriously hurt, and if it wasn’t forthat raider-. Nick wouldn’t let Sole come on any of his cases until they werefully healed, always afraid they’d get hurt again. And as Sole was healing hewas by them the whole time, spending all day in bed as he told them stories ofthe many cases he’d been on. He just lay there as Sole slept on his chest, he’drun his fingers through their hair, smiling to himself, because he was one luckybot.

MacCready:MacCready had had enough of watching the one he loves get tortured, so he didwhat any sane person would do. He used his foot to kick behind him and hit thefella holding him in the balls. They instantly let go of him, doubling over, givingMacCready leverage to take his sidearm and kill him with it. The gunner holdingSole, hit Sole in the back of the head, hard enough to knock them out.

MacCready held an unconsciousSole in his arms, he may be small, but he is stronger than he looked. Hecarried Sole to an abandoned building not to far from where they were held. Therewasn’t much he could do to help Sole until they woke up, but for now he watchedover them, constantly checking if they were still breathing. He didn’t get muchsleep because he wanted to make sure no harm came to Sole, never again, he sworeto himself.

Piper:They’d escaped alive, a bit battered but alive and that’s all that mattered.Piper didn’t waste any time, pulling Sole into their chest as she hugged themtightly, her fingers brushing softly through their hair. She never thought she’dget to hold them ever again and she was going to make the most of it.

“I. love. you,“ Piper mumbled inbetween kisses causing Sole to let out a small chuckle, which they winced at whena sharp pain shot through their ribs, “I’m getting you to the doctor,“Piper was very affectionate when she wanted to be and this definitely warrantedthat. Piper held Sole’s hand the entire time they got patched up, squeezing itsoftly when they showed pain on their face. She was glad they were alive, soglad.

Preston: Preston couldn’t hidethe smile from his face as he took down the raiders torturing Sole, he couldn’tsave the people in Quincy, but this time he protected Sole, kind of. I mean, Solewas still in a bad condition, but he’d saved them from a worse fate.

“You did it,“ Sole pointed outand that only added to Preston’s already prominent grin. Preston pulled Soleinto his chest, burying his head in the crook of their neck, kissing it gently.

“You believed in me,“ Prestonadded.

“Of course I did, I always have, yousaved me today,“ Sole gently brushed their fingers down the side ofPreston’s face, guiding him in for a much needed kiss. Preston didn’t leavetheir side throughout their recovery, he’d brought them soup like every night,holding them close when they drifted off to sleep. And he’d continue to dothat, because although they’d made it this time, next time they may not be solucky.

Gage: Gagelaughed to himself at the stupidity of these pathetic Raider’s that had boundhim up, because the one thing they didn’t do, which they really should have,was checked his body for weapons. Gage kept his cool, not giving away the factthat he’d sliced through his ties with the combat knife he’d kept well hidden.

“Sorry boys,” he mused as he grabbed the two raiders infront of Sole by their shoulders and smashed their two heads together, knockingthe both of them out. But he didn’t stop there, oh no, he grabbed the shot gun,one had dropped, from the ground and stuck a shell in both of their heads. Whenthe third raider had spotted him, they’d tried to leg it, only for Gage to tosshis knife in their direction hitting the raider in the back in between hisshoulder blades. He nonchalantly walked over to the bastard and yanked hisknife out of their flesh, finishing him off with a shotgun shell to the back oftheir head before walking back towards Sole.

He cut through the ropes binding Sole and before he couldget a chance to say anything, Sole had jumped on him, attacking his lipshungrily with their own. He chuckled into their mouth as he kissed them back, droppingthe weapon to the ground as his hands grabbed onto Sole’s ass.

“I totally could’ve handled myself,” Sole joked into Gage’slips, causing a chuckled to escape from him.

“Uh huh, sure boss, whatever you say.”

Mason: Mason finished off the last raider, beating him to death with bare hands, that were now covered in the blood of Sole’s torturers, he’d made sure they suffered more than Sole had, dragging out their deaths for as long as possible. Sole had managed to escaped from their own bonds, joining Mason in killing the raiders. Mason walked towards Sole, cupping their cheeks in his hand as he looked at them.

“You alright?” he asked and Sole nodded into his hands.

“Shitheads didn’t see it coming,” Sole mocked with a sadistic smile, looking down at the bodies littering the ground beneath them.

“Hah, ain’t that the truth,” he wrapped his arms around Sole, bringing them in for a very brief hug, “I’m glad you’re alright though, if anything happened,” he paused, “Well, I don’t know what I’d do,”

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