#writer's block is slowly abandoning me

[meltinghun]

A real gentleman ; Joseph Descamps.

summary: Joseph and Reader never got really along until something changed.

warnings: genderneutral!reader, enemies-to-lovers, idiots in love!!, Y/N mentions lol, just kiss already.

author's note: Hi! I wrote this bc I fell in love with Mixte 1963, and when I looked up for ffs, there were NONE, so I said, 'I'll take one for the team' and came up with this. Please keep in mind that I'm not a writer and english is not my first language, I'll appreciate it if you can point at any errors. <3

The chilly breeze hitted their faces, making them close their eyes momentarealy due to its force, breathing in the smell of wet soil mixed with the freshly made bread from the bakery a few houses down the road.

The day looked very promising; today they woke up a little bit earlier than usual, using the extra time to finish in advance some english homework assigned for the next week and even strarting a big upcomig proyect due to the end of the month, hearing the weatherman in the radio as a background noise, announcing that it was going to be an unusually warm day of autumn.

Everything seemed perfect, the subtle orange hue of the skyes illuminating their face as they walked and the soft rumbling of cars passing by the principal street made them feel like a character of one of those romantic movies they dearly love watching, a thought that felt reinforced when every leave they stepped on made a perfect crunch sound. A soft greeting left their lips when they walked past one of their neighbours who was heading out to work like many other people did at those hours.

It truly felt like a peaceful morning.

'You seem lost in thought. Are you daydreaming about me already?'

Until it wasn't.

They dedicated a slight scowl towards the person who dared to interrupt their peace and inhaled a big breath of air before answering.

'Not even in your greatest dreams, Descamps.' They made a condescending gesture with their hand. 'Now leave me alone, yeah? I was perfectly fine until you came with your annoying presence.'

A booming laugh abandoned his throat. 'Don't act so disinterested. I know you couldn't live without my annoying presence even if you wanted.'

Joseph Descamps. He was a classmate of theirs that took an interesting liking towards their persona, or how they liked to say, a liking towards making their life miserable.

Since the start of the year he took every possibility to annoy them out of their mind, it started with some snark remarks insulting their way of doing certain things and it slowly progressed to petty acts, such as slighty tugging their hair when passing each other, hide their belongings when they aren't looking and even blocking their path by standing in the entryways, smiling down at them while demanding a 'password' that changed every day. Just petty acts meant to be a pain in the head.

He was everything they couldn't stand: a bully with some serious narcissist tendencies who, on top of it all, loved to get a rise out of people by pushing their boundaries and provoking them in any possible way.

But even with that horrendous description, Y/N couldn't avoid that rare feeling at the bottom of their stomach whenever he was close. At first they thought that it was a reflect of how disgusted they truly felt by his persona and the gross acts he usually did, a few weeks later, that feeling was accompannied with their heartbeat increasing when they noticed that he was invading their personal space, but chalked it up as just being nervous of his tall frame hovering them like some sort of prey, that made total sense on their head. However, some days later, he did something that made them realise what they truly felt for the boy with the patch.

It started to rain towards the end of the day, exactly 15 minutes into their english class and the frustration was clearly palpable, it was so unexpected that nobody could've predicted it; what it seemed to be a passing grey cloud turned out to be a massive downpour, Y/N started to complain with their friends about how it was a shame that they chosed to use the new sweater their grandmother knitted for them and how sad it was that now it would get ruined under the relentless rain. When the class was over, they noticed how Joseph went outside the building running and disappeared behind the school gates. They thought it was really weird, but they knew better than to expect something coherent from him. Minutes passed and it seemed like the temporal was getting worse so a few people decided to just suck it up and walk under the cold rain, sighing for themselves and rapidly lamenting once more the lost of the sweater, they prepared to follow the steps of the brave mass of students when a breathless voice interrupted their movements.

'L/N, wait!' A disheveled and completely soaked Joseph made himself seen, his shout drawing attention to the both of them.

'What do you want now, Descamps? I'm already late to home, I don't need you keeping me here any longer than necessary.' They stated with a confused frown, curious as to why was he there but trying to mask it behind indifference.

A smirk made its presence on his sharp features. 'I know, but I couldn't just let you go like that under the rain, that wouldn't be so gentlemanly of me, don't you think?' From behind his back, he pulled a blue umbrella and extended it to a dumbfounded Y/N.

Was that really happening right now? Did the most annoying person they ever met just ran under the rain to bring them an umbrella? And not only that, but he somehow managed to get one with their favorite color, too. Did he just called it to be a mere gentlemanly act?

It might as well start raining cats and dogs.

They opened and closed their mouth, being left without anything to say for the first time, a half-hearthed chuckle interrumping their messy train of thought.

'I heard what you said about your sweater and how sad you would be if it got ruined.' They swore that their heart would get out of their chest for how hard it was beating. 'And I didn't want you to get heartbroken for it, so I thought that you could use one of these.'

He closed the distance that separated them by taking a few steps, reaching out for their free hand and making them hold the umbrella, the contact between their fingertips sparkling a something deep inside each other.

'I know we are supposed to not like each other, but let me be nice to you for once, please.' His eye shining with an intensity they couldn't explain. 'Don't worry, we can keep hating us tomorrow.' When he saw that they wouldn't object, he turned around and began walking outside, getting under the rain once more.

Feeling the heat creeping on their face and having found their voice, they asked out loud.

'How did you know?' His head turned around enough for them to see his face. 'How did you know that it's my favorite color?'

They knew that it could've perfectly been a mere coincidence, something insignificant that shouldn't be overly analized, but something told them that it wasn't like that. They really hoped it wasn't. And it was confirmed when he flashed them another one of his infamous smirks.

'Sometimes I listen to you more than i should.'

Since that very moment it's been really difficult to fight the involuntary smiles that made a way into their face when he unexpectedly tries to integrate them to a conversation by asking their opinion on a subject, or the feeling of warmth that invaded their chest everytime they made visual contact and let's not forget how everytime they both "accidentaly" brush hands Y/N had the extremely rare need to interlock their hands with him.

But after all, he was still Joseph Descamps, the attractive cocky idiot who is always up on some trouble that he himself seeked out.

'...-ou cold?'

They blinked repeatledly with confusion written all over their face, the taller boy smiling down at them for being able to catch them distracted.

'Huh?'

'I asked if you weren't cold.' He repeated the question slower, a soft look on his eye. 'You are shivering'.

If he didn't pointed it out, they wouldn't noticed that, in fact, they were shivering. The chilly air becoming colder than before making them lowly insult the unstable weather of the so-called "unusually warm day", having only a thin cardigan that didn't do much to help.

'It's nothing. The school's a few blocks ahead, and I can take a little bit of cold.' Grumbled under their breath, only to sneeze some moments later.

The boy snorted while shaking his head before swiftly taking off his coat and placing it on their sholders. 'You are not going to catch a cold, or at least not on my company.'

'You are being awfully nice to me lately.' In a slight moment of braveness, they blurted out the question that was tormenting their head. 'Are you flirting with me, Descamps?'

An incredulous look got settled in his face, and they regretted saying it immediately, wishing to come back on time to stop themselves and save them from the embarrassment. Did they read the signals wrong? Was he only trying to become their friend? Was he only being nice? Was he...?

'Yes! Thank you for finally noticing it, I was starting to think that you were cruelly ignoring my advances.' A beautiful and dashing smile was sent in their direction, the biggest they ever saw him smiling.

And it was because of them.

A shaky sigh left their lips accompanied by a nervous laugh, not realizing they were holding their breath, with equally shaky hands coming up their head to accommodate their hair on a jittery action.

'I... I didn't know, really. I had a slight impression, but I thought that I was imagining things.' They cleared their throat in an attempt to regain their cool and collected personality. 'So, when are you taking me on a date then?'

The slight quiver on their voice was noticed by the still very amused boy, who took mental notes on how cute they looked flustered and to try to do it again in the future when given the opportunity.

'Would you accept if I asked you to skip school with me and have a date right now? I don't think I can wait any longer.' He asked with a playful tone, typical of him.

They let out a snort. 'I would tell you that you are crazy if you think that I would do something as risky as that. But lucky for you, I'm free today, so meet me at the cinema at four o'clock.'

'Then I shall see you there.' Replied between soft laughs, not believing that this was really happening. 'Some recommendations for this poor soul?'

The open gates were a few meters ahead of them, the other students that hanged outside throwing curious and shocked looks on their direction when they noticed the much larger coat that lied on Y/N's shoulders and the flustered smiles on their faces.

'Yes, the most important thing, don't you dare being late. If I get there and I don't see you, you can even forget that we know each other.' He brought both hands up in the air in a sign of redemption. 'I'm serious about this. You'll regret it if you do.'

'I wouldn't even dare thinking about it, I'll let Magnan take my other eye before screwing my opportunity with you.'

Their eyes widened at the hidden seriousness of the statement and the simplicity with which he pronounced it, the sincerity of it all making their heart race like crazy. Slowly nodding their head while trying to gather their thoughts.

'Well, it's settled then, at fo-...'

'Four o'clock sharp, I couldn't forget even if I wanted to.' He made a pause, regaining his usual playfulness. 'Should I bring you flowers? I want to be a real gentleman with you.'

'Okay, now you are showing off that you know how to flatter someone, shut up.' Rolling their eyes with a smile, they started walking toward the gates, leaving him behind. 'And I like camellias, for your information.'

'I only wish to flatter you, nobody else!' He said loudly, making people start to whisper about the supposed swear enemies.

'You don't want to know.' Was the only thing they said, accompanied by a slight shrug of shoulders.

Trying to bite back a bigger smile they waved him off, getting closer to their friend group with each step they took, all of them looking the exchange with incredulous eyes, silently begging for an answer as to what just happened.

They never before wished that the day would end up sooner.

#mixte1963 #mixte 1963 #joseph descamps #joseph descamps x reader #vassili schneider #voltaire high #mixte 1963 x reader #enemies to lovers

[perfectly-imperfect82]

Is that a kid? - Storm

You sat on the floor of the living room, playing with your toys as Caitlin and Katie relaxed on the couch since it was supposed to start raining soon.

"Mommy" you said panic as soon as the lightening flashed. You raced into Caitlin lap, abandoning your toys as the thunder hit. You quickly gripping her shirt tightly as you hid in her neck as you waited for the thunder and lighting to strike again

Caitlin looking down at you in shock before looking at Katie who was smiling widely and nodding to confirm what you said and doing her best to not jump excitedly

"What's wrong?" Caitlin asked gently rubbing your back as she now looked at you in concern. Both women getting their answer as lighting flashed and you tensed up, followed by a whimper at the thunder.

"Aww darling, the storm can't hurt you. It will pass before you know it" Caitlin said

"Want to know a cool trick?" Katie asked, watching as you slowly nodded your head against Caitlin

"We can figure out how far the lightening is by counting how long is between the lighting and thunder. For every 5 second, it's a mile away" Katie said but you didn't move

Lighting flashed and Katie started counting for you to hear, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7 second. It's over a a mile away!" Katie said and you nodded against Caitlin

"Now we wait for another to see if it's getting farther away" Katie continued, knowing you were listening

Lighting struck and Katie started counting again, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. The storms getting further way sweetheart" Katie exclaimed and they saw you relax your grip on Caitlin shirt

"It should be over soon" Caitlin said, kissing your head as you relaxed more against her

Both women sat with you until the stormed passed, counting how far away the storm was getting until they couldn't see the lightening or hear the thunder

"Sweetheart, look the storm has past" Katie said softly as she rubbed your back, trying to get you leave your hiding spot

"No, mama" you mumbled against Caitlin as you gripped Caitlin shirt tighter as both women smiled widely at each other

"Noo" you whined as she gently pulled you from Caitlin, you curling into a ball as you kept your eyes closed

"Mama's not lying, darling" Caitlin kissing your head with a smile as both women wearing doppy smiles as you calling them both mommy and mama.

You slowly opened your eyes to look out the window to see the storm had passed, your body instantly relaxing into Katie

"Up we go! Now we look for the rainbow" Katie said placing you on your feet and grabbing your hand as she led you outside. The sun already peaking out of the clouds.

"I don't see it yet" Katie said walking further into the yard with you, Caitlin not far behind

"There it is!" Caitlin said pointing out the rainbow a few minutes later

"Pretty" you said quietly with wide eyes

"It is very pretty, makes the storm less scary if you know you can find a rainbow after" Katie said as you nodded up with a smile before a mischievous glint in your eyes appeared. Katie matching it as you both jumped at the same time. Water flying up as you giggled.

"Let's get mommy" Katie said as you and her took off to Caitlin and started jumping in the puddles around her, causing Caitlin grin even as the other two caused her to get wet

"I'm going to get you both" Caitlin said going to chase you as Katie grabbed her and said,"Run, I'll slow her down." You running away laughing as Katie held Caitlin back

"She called us mommy and mama" Katie whispered with grin and spinning her around and placing a kiss to Caitlin's lip

"I know! I can't get over her saying it!" Caitlin replied with a huge smile as her chest filled with warm of the knowing that is what you see her as.

"Let's go join the kid. I want to hear her say it again" Katie said with a smile as she grabbed Caitlin hand and they went to join you in jumping in puddles

~

Thank you for all the ideas for writing this prompt! It helped with writers block and gave me inspiration for the future!

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #caitlin ford x reader #katie mccabe x reader

[ooshu]

when mark was six, he told you he loved you.

you never really grasped what ‘love’ meant during those early, innocent times. your parents say they love you whenever you bid goodbyes going to school. your grandma used to tell you she loves you because you’ve been a good kid. so you told him “i love you, too!” with a grin plastered on your face, and mark felt his face go warm, a slightly pink flush on both of his cheeks.

when mark was eight, he said he wanted to be a writer.

he fully pledged it in his middle school yearbook a year before. an author, he wrote. you challenged him a bit. “write something for me then!”. young mark, full of determination, handed you a piece of paper at the end of the class. Roses are reds, Violets are Blue, …… I guess …… I love you ! - it was unfinished. cue the excessive punctuation marks and misplaced capitalization of letters, too. it was valentine’s day. and when the whole class knew mark loved you, he never got away with the teasing. you still had no idea what it meant, though.

when mark was twelve, “i’m gonna be famous!”, he shouted to the whole world.

you saw him pick up the guitar that he borrowed from his dad. he flicked a few strings. “congratulations, mark!”, you said. “thanks.”, replied. “what’s wrong?”, you saw how his smile slowly turned into a bit of a frown. “i’m going away,” he said. you patted him on the shoulder, “my mom said we’re all meant to, mark.”. oh, you thought, how early was it for you both to know the concept of separation. how unfortunate it is, sometimes, to be needing to grow up early.

when mark was sixteen, he took a good glance of a glimpse of his future.

flashing lights, cheering crowds, fans following him around—the fame he has worked for four years—the dog days, the sacrifices, the longing for familiarity in a city of uncertainties and foreign—are finally going to pay off. his cheeks hurt from smiling. he was more focused than ever, like a hungry animal preying for success. “i always knew you were made for somewhere else”, you thought while seeing the news around home that mark is on his way to making his name.

but as years passed by like a blink of an eye, mark finally had the chance to rest, to go somewhere. but he didn’t know where else to go. from living in toronto, to vancouver, to some few years somewhere in queens, and now, in unfamiliar cities he wake up to, he never had the chance to sit still and think of this: he never knew what home felt like.

when mark was nineteen, he made his way to his old house.

relatives greeted him. old smiles and familiar warmth overwhelmed mark. oh, how lovely it is to grasp a sense of familiarity. trains and 156 buses, his smile beamed when he reminisced middle school. “remember when…”, it was all his tongue could say. laughter filled the dining area where he and his siblings often had their silly whip cream-face-smearing fight, but his joy slightly faltered when he passed by an abandoned house, just five blocks away from his house. an abandoned, almost small-framed bicycle sits on the front porch. it was the bicycle you would ride whenever mark knocks at your very doorstep to go to the nearest town and buy potato chips.

he remembers when he was thirteen and packing for his flight the next day, he asked you: “do you think we’d forget each other?”

“i think you would.”, you replied.

“i would never.” mark reassured you, but you’ve heard stories of your mom and how her college best friend suddenly fell apart. nothing in particular, it’s just life and how we go separate ways—it’s inevitable. people say i love yous to their loved ones, reassuring them the warmth and proximity will stay, but as the sun rises, for mark, there will be great emptiness as he is forced to remove himself and start anew.

“why do you think so?”

“because i love you.”

and for you, love has changed its definition instantly. it was a time when a great consciousness arise. you understood how he truly meant all these years. you said it back as you also meant every single syllable. love, for mark, was meant to be fireworks and giggles. but by the time he boarded the plane, you kissed his cheek, his first love started and ended on the very same day.

now, mark, twenty-three, almost has it all.

he has been writing for years. he isn’t still an author, as he has told you, but sure what he writes comes along with the melodies he produces with his co-artists. he has been contented with his lifestyle, going to different countries, and working with unpredictable schedules. sure, he has established a name in the industry, working like a mad dog, but something still bothers him inside, something missing, lacking.

tonight, he writes in a local coffee shop as he waits for his manager to arrive, a practice that keeps his feet on the ground. scribbles, blurbs, drafts of lyrics, all embedded in his journal—and after a while of connecting the dots to construct who he really is and where he would position himself in the vast ocean of possibilities, he may have finally struck something that hits closer to his definition of home.

i just wanted you to know, mark writes to you, who have always been his muse through and through, to tell you that i have been happy during our years together, that i have never been so happy despite what i have gone through and achieved, and that i already know i will never be so happy again.

and as mark closes his messy, worn-out black journal, the bells rang as someone entered the door.

mark watches you walk in and towards the counter. he would have so many questions as to why you are here and when you have arrived. but reserve it for later because as you find a table you could sit in, you locked your eyes with his—so familiar, so distinct, so… inviting. almost home.

lost for words, mark stared at you. blinking like a fool. he must be dreaming.

but the doubts of the fantasy dissipated.

“hey, stranger.”, you said. “do you think we still know each other?”

a smile so warm, so loving, proximity that is so close—these are things he has lost over the years, now sitting in front of him, embodied by the epitome of his long lost love.

and mark always firmly believed in this, and today, he was never betrayed by his beloved: fate.

home, all along—he thought, is wherever i’m with you.

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

First off, love your writing, IT MAKES ME FEEL THINGS😭😭 but…

Can we please get more of yandre emo boy Ashton I JUST READ IT AND IM DROOLING SCREAMING CRYING GIGGLING AMD KICKING MY FEET😭🧎‍♀️🤪🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

THANK YOU❤️❤️🤭🤭🤭

(If not that’s okay, ignore this bae🫶)

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo and his beloved popular bitch

Ayo, thank you for the compliment! I'm glad my writings made you feel things (I don't know what though LMAO)

Actually, I'm not planning to follow up Ashton, but hey, at least it would break my writer's block (lol it's just laziness) so here ya go!

Sorry that it took days though 😔

FOR THIS ONE, I RECOMMEND READING THE FIC FIRST BEFORE THE DRABBLE (this one).

Read the yandere emo fic here!

💌Little Ashton was misunderstood a lot as a child. He never really liked the same things the other children liked, and he had this morbid curiosity with death and occult.

💌Of course, this undoubtedly scared his family, making him out to be some sort of psychopath.

💌This irked Ashton of course. He's just... That. He still loves his parents, and nothing would change that.

💌But the fact that they're so conservative that it's actually bringing Ashton down is what drove him over the edge to find a school far, far away from his family.

💌A small, quaint town, yet filled with teenagers. It was kind of a nightmare when Ashton found out, but he gritted his teeth and thought that maybe, with the current years, maybe they won't judge him. Maybe.

💌So, he indulged more in his Emo lifestyle. He religiously listened to green day, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance...

💌He even got into writing poems as a way to put out his feelings that he never got to tell other people.

💌 He's actually very sensitive with emotions and feelings. So technically, he should be a great friend candidate, right?

💌But once he got into the school year, that's when he knew, that his life would be living hell. Stereotypes left and right. Mean cheerleaders and jocks that ostracized his choice of clothing, snobby rich students that turn their noses on him just because he's not that rich, geeks and nerds that keeps getting in his way, thinking he's one of them.

💌"Fuck. Get me out of here. Nobody understands me."

💌He didn't realize himself, but he's also slowly being a stereotype. Always alone, writing poems, and being unnecessarily nihilistic.

💌Until of course, one day, you transfered. You, your pink rover, and your slutty little outfit.

💌God, just looking at you and your charming personality made Ashton hard fall for you.

💌He wants you. So bad.

💌So he dabbled back into the occults. He found an old book in an abandoned "witch's hut" that he went on a mad hunt for weeks. Apparently, the witch that lived there was a matchmaker witch, who gave love potions to those really desperate.

💌At first, Ashton didn't believe it. Especially that it involves sampaguita, a flower not native to his town. How did the witch even get the flowers?

💌But there he was, mixing and creating the potion under the moonlight and putting your hair and his in the pot. Creating a love potion that smelled like the sampaguitas he had to smuggle in.

💌He wrote you letters everyday, obsessing and hyper fixating on your allure and beauty. Confessing over and over again on paper that looks old and aged with writing that looks like it came from a fountain pen. With a spritz of the love potion, he would put it in your locker.

💌God, who knew that it would work?

💌Day by day, he watched you read the letters. At first, you were disgusted (much to his dismay) but slowly, you started to read the letters with a neutral face, then a smile, then with a squeal and then a desperate plea for him to come and fuck you already.

💌Maybe putting his... Semen on your love potion got you desperate for him carnally, rather than romantically.

💌But no fretting, he would just make you fall for him.

💌And as you moan and scream out his name as he pounds into your tight hole like the feral, fuck machine he is,

💌He was pleading to the moon to see his bleeding heart and bare soul to make you his.

💌And if the moon won't allow it,

💌Well, it's nothing more love potions won't do.

💌"my beloved, why don't you drink this sweet tea I made? Why is it pink and smells floral? It's a new tea from Japan. Sakura, from what I know. It's glowing? Nonsense, love. It's probably just the lighting."

💌"Now drink up, don't let a drop go to waste."

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

[callofdudes]

I know you have a temporary writers block at the moment but I wanted to leave this here.

I thought about could you do the alone mission form mw2 but add a y/n point of view as well

Platonic please

I'm slowly making my way through my inbox and trying to get everything out. But I have been working on this for a hot minute @itsscromp 🫡

A/N: This will replay the Alone mission from your perspective. I have included a majority of Soap and Ghost' s dialogue, some being repurposed and such. The mission won't be 100% accurate as some details I'm foggy on, but please enjoy regardless. And spoilers for the Alone mission I guess??

This is so long... Oh my gosh.

Just over 10K words, so buckle up.

CW: Blood, violence, heavy swearing, near death, still calling you Cobra 🐍

Everything was a blur. Your adrenaline spikes, and you remember your body being thrown from the moving truck. Graves curses angrily when you slam the door open and tumble out. Your body slams against the asphalt. Pain spreads through your limbs as you tumble and roll down into the ditch.

You roll over twigs and branches that scrape and drag across your skin. Your body crashes into a tree in the dirt, leaving you shaking.

You pant. You hear the truck stop along the road. You force your breath in and lay as still in the slick mud as possible.

You pray that you won't be found.

Graves starts yelling and cussing.

"Why weren't you watching them!?"

"Let them go! They won't make it out alive on their own anyway." He orders his men back in the car, and the tires pick up back across the road.

You wheeze. Alejandro. They still had Alejandro.

Your lungs compress and ignite like flames, each breath hard and forced.

You pick up your aching body and crawl out of the ditch. Your wrists ache, still zip tied together. You reach up and press your comm. "Soap?? Ghost?? Can either of you hear me??" You wheeze and coughed.

The commlink crackles and your spirits rise.

"Cobra! This is Soap, how copy?"

Relief floods your body. "Stable. Currently crawling in a ditch down the road-" You cough. "Where's your location?"

"A town just a couple miles from here. Meet me there."

You struggle with the your sore hands. "Copy that."

You stand yourself up on your knees and rise to your feet. The rain chills your body, the moonlight being your only guide. Your vision blurs momentarily, blood rushing through your ears. You shake your head quickly and stagger forward.

You walk back up the road to the shootout and look down into the brush. That must have been where Johnny went. You hop down and trek the sticky mud. All the while struggling with your knife. You needed to get this stupid zip tie off but it was proving a bit more difficult in your shaky form.

About halfway through the walk your commlink crackles again.

"Sergeant how copy?" The voice is deeper and makes your insides loosen with reassurance.

"Ghost! I'm headed for Soap."

"Alright sergeant. That town is crawling with shadows. Soap is hidden inside one of the first shops you'll see, to your left. go straight there."

"Copy that."

You slid down a slope and came upon the darkened town. Definitely abandoned and silent. Everyone must be in hiding.

You notice the first building had a faint light on and a sign above the door. You look both ways before making a break for it. You struggle with the wet door handle. It jiggles and pulls but you can't quite grab it.

"Soap- it's me!" You attempt to whisper yell through the door.

The door is pushed open and Soap rushes out, his gun knocking against your jugular. "Easy- easy-"

Johnny looks both ways before pulling you back inside. "Hells bells you scared me!" He scolds.

"Apologies. I couldn't get the door open." You raise your hands to show him your predicament. "That's alright." Johnny pulls out his knife and slices it down between your wrists and snaps the zip tie.

"I thought Graves got you? I was worried."

"I jumped from the truck."

Johnny opens his arms and pulls you in tightly. "You crazy bastard."

You chuckle. And then you notice his arm. "Soap, are you ok?"

Johnny hums. "Oh! That, yeah, just a bullet wound. I'm fine. I'm more worried about you. Just look at yer self."

Johnny grabs a lamp and points it across your body. In the darkness you could feel the damage but were unsure of what damage that was. Your pants are tearing at the knees and blood is starting to stain deep through your pant leg. Your arms are clearly going to bruise and you are starting to shake more violently.

"If you need a stim I'm sure we can find one."

You shudder and shake your head. "No, I'll be fine. I just want to get us in and out."

"Luckily Ghost will help. Not like he didn't leave us- I still don't know how he got to the church in the half the time I did."

You shrug. "He IS the Ghost."

Johnny nods. "Speaking of..." *He presses down his comm. "Ghost. Cobra has reached my position. Awaiting further instructions."

You wring out your wrists anxiously.

"Shadows are swarming the grounds. Our best option is to split up."

"Split us up!? What-" Johnny claps his hand over your mouth. You grab his forearm and quickly shut up. Johnny releases you after a moment and consults his comms. "Lt, is splitting us up the best idea?"

"Two soldiers together are more noticable than one."

"Are you injured?" Ghost asks again, referring to you. You huff, "I'm not a medic."

"Tell me something I don't know."

You look at Johnny who chews on Ghost's words for a moment. "You ok to go on your own?"

"Anything to get out alive." You reply.

Johnny clicks his comm again. "Alright Lt. What do we do?"

"Keep your blood in, you'll need every drop."

"Thanks for the tip. Where are you?" Johnny asks.

"There's a church. I'm heading to it. Let's RV there. You'll need to improvise to survive."

"Get Cobra suited up. No doubt Graves confiscated your weapons?" Ghost questions.

You search your person, only finding your Glock at the front of your armor. "Stripped."

"I ain't got much to work with here either Lt."

"Just get out there and worry about not getting killed then. You know protocol."

Johnny looks up at you and nods. "See you on the other side?"

"You'd be stupid to think I'm going anywhere."

You two shake on it. Johnny checks the windows and gives you the go-ahead. You slip out the front door into the night. Watery lights drift through the rain. Old buildings cast black shadows and remains of life.

You slip around a corner, still trying to shake the impending exhaustion of your fall. You turn on your comm. and listen to the sound of Soap and Ghost's voices. Ghost was focusing on Johnny, leaving you to assume the coast was clear and keep moving. Thank goodness it was.

Usually, soldiers were mindless enough to talk to each other loud enough to hear, but risking your chances wasn't an option.

You slip into another house and sweep through the interior. The upstairs bedrooms, the kitchen, and the living room. No signs of any better gun or any ammunition.

You walk back down the stairs, your knee buckling on the last step, sending you tumbling into the wall. Your hand moves out and you manage to catch yourself before your face had a nice meeting with said wall.

You pant, your leg spasming before settling down again.

"Cobra how copy?" Ghost questions.

"Solid. Just tripped."

"Don't give away your position."

"Affirmative sir."

You pull yourself back up and step out of the house and back into the rain.

You walk up to the edge of the building, your blood freezing at the sound of a vehicle's tires against the wet pavement. You fall back, slamming against the wall in a panic to hide.

"There's a truck." Johnny says over the comm.

"Two men." He whispers moments later. You slide around the corner just enough to faintly see the men. Their voices clear as day.

"Any sign of 'em?" One of them asked, looking around.

You hide again, trying to calm your racing heartbeat and force your breathing down.

"Not yet. Check everywhere, assume they're alive and dangerous..." A second soldier replies.

"Let's hope not. That's a shitstorm we don't need." Comes the voice of the first.

"They were ordered to stand down and they didn't."

"I don't like where this is goin', man... It's not right. These are 141 guys..."

"They don't write their own rules..."

"Do we...? Who the fuck is in charge here?"

"Whoever signs our fuckin' checks, that's who." The first soldier replies again before going quiet.

You shudder out a breath, feeling your knee start to ache again. You move across the street and hide in the shadow of one of the buildings. The rain conceals your sublet movements.

"Graves is here." Johnny's voice comes. "Looks pissed. He's on my side but keep it low."

You slip into another house, stomach flipping at the sight of a woman pushed off her chair with a bullet in her head.

"Copy that." You mutter as you continue.

You searche the cupboards and stairs. More ammunition but no sign of a gun. With any luck you could take out a Shadow and steal his.

You look up at the sound of a far gunshot, sidearm at the ready.

"Graves and Shadow are on a killing spree."

You shudder. You could only imagine. You hear footsteps outside the home and voices. You duck under one of the windows and flick the blinds up just enough with your finger to see the same two Shadow soldiers passing by.

"Looking for Hassan." Ghost replies to Johnny.

"Hassan and us." You mutter. You reach for the door handle and gently open the front door. The two soldiers were still talking even as you approached their backsides.

Your heart pounds, fear drawing up through your chest and locking in your movements. You grab one man, your hand clasping over his mouth. The second soldier turning just as you shoot his partner through the back.

Before he could shoot you throw his dead partner's weight his way and shoot him in the face.

You get down in the rain, bare knees stinging on the tarmac. You rip open their vests, happy to find a much better gun at his hip and a stim in his vest.

"Fucking hell..."

"Keep in there Johnny. Just keep moving." You say, hands shaky as you use the stim.

"Advise both of you move interior if you're not already. It's good cover." Ghost says.

You stand from the shadows and work your way back over to their abandoned vehicle for cover. Over the hood of the car you can see Johnny slipping inside an open garage.

"Any luck?" You ask.

"No joy... Door's locked."

"Shit. New plan?" You slip over the hood of the car and give Johnny a thumbs up.

"Look for supplies- things you can make tools with. Welcome to guerrilla warfare..."

"I'm not liking it so far."

"You aren't supposed to."

"Thanks, lieutenant." You grumble. You turn to go around the opposite way Johnny went when you hear him shudder.

"Creepin'..."

"What are you seein'?" You ask, wondering if it was safe to move.

"A bloodbath." Johnny replies.

"Watch your arse.. You got exactly zero allies down there..."

"Cobra, get a move on. I have a feeling those Shadows around to come around again. Stick with Soap for the time being."

You slip around the hood of the truck. You run to where you'd seen Johnny and your eyes land on the sight before you, stomach churning again. Johnny is untangling a rope away from a man's feet who is already long deceased.

Johnny looks up when he sees you at six. "We're friends, no..?" You nod and come around to his side to inspect his work.

You start to look around the laundry room, looking for anything you were missing.

"Teammates Johnny. Friendships not in the field manual."

"Neither is mask making." You grin, finding an old ceiling fan and breaking off one of the blades.

Johnny couldn't help a small chuckle at your reply. He comes over to you with the rope and nods.

"Rope and a fan blade. Could work as a weapon??"

"I don't think so. Might gash someone's throat but in no way could do any other kind of damage."

You shrug. He was right.

"Tie off the blade with the rope and pry open the door." Ghost instructed.

"Sounds like you've done this before..." You hold on to the fan blade and follow Johnny back toward the garage.

"Years of practice..."

"Maybe when we get out of here you could actually teach us this stuff, no?"

"If you live that long."

"You think we'll live that long?" Johnny asks, starting to pry open the garage door.

"No." Ghost replies.

"As comforting as always lieutenant."

Johnny cracks the door open, the fan blade twists and bends, snapping once the door opens and the hinges of the lock crack.

"Busted the fan blade..." He mutters.

"Get you through the door?"

"Affirmative."

Johnny inspects the hallway and slowly moves in. You stay until he makes it inside and eventually, he motions you forward. And the two of you enter.

Johnny takes the lead ahead of you. You can't help but look at a few paintings down the hallway of a family. When you enter the living room you can hear loud voices.

Johnny arches to a stop, causing you to pause as well.

You can hear Graves yelling in the kitchen. Several Shadow men stalk around the area.

Johnny retreats from the living room and brings you back into the hallway. "We have to do something-" Johnny covers your mouth with his hand and stays in place.

You both listen to the shouting. You try to block it out. Your heart pounds away, fear making your shoulders up through your throat ice cold.

"Mama! ¡Mama! ¡Mama...!"

"Si tocas a mi familia, I will feed you to the fucking leonas! ¡Me escuchas!"

Your hand shoots up and grabs onto Johnny's bicep when you hear the gunshots. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly and try to keep focused.

Johnny looks as scared as you. His bottom lip trembles violently. The Shadows leave and move to another house to raid.

"Don't hurt my children... I'm begging you... Please..." A woman begs. In the distance, you can hear more yelling and gunshots.

A tear runs down your cheek. You dig into Johnny's skin, wanting to cry and scream. If Graves did anything, you'd kill him. Right here, right now.

Johnny looks into your eyes as a deafening silence continues. A moment of what felt like hours passes.

"Take the kid, get him out of here." Graves finally answers.

It relaxes you only slightly as the voices keep up. But you can't muster to listen anymore. No amount of training could rid you of the empathy that stung you on your job every day.

Johnny slowly pulls his hand away, his breath husky. "Come on." He whispers. You nod slowly and follow him toward the kitchen. You manage to sneak past the Shadows and up the stairs.

The smell of smoke hits you, but you dare not look, knowing what you'll find

Once in the hallway, You're able to relax scarcely. You step through the hallway after Johnny.

"God, this is awful." You shudder.

"Come on. Just gotta keep moving." Johnny replies.

"Lt. You good?"

"Peachy. How are you two coming along?"

Johnny bends down and picks up a headlamp off the floor. "Found a headlamp. Not too far from the previous owner either."

"Good. It can light your way but you risk attracting attention."

Johnny steps back into the hallway and motions you to the left while he checks the last room. You walk inside, blood stains on the carpet and chaos in the wake of Shadow men.

You shudder but continue searching the room. At this point, the aching in your body is the least of your concerns.

"Just keep moving..." You remind yourself under your breath.

"So, where do we go from here?"

"Think we'll get the green light to go after these guys?" Johnny says. You can hear him rummaging around in the other room.

"No more greenlights. We're on our own."

You frown. "What about Captain Price?"

"Price isn't here, is he...? The old man can't bail us out. Not this time."

Your eyes turn despaired at one of the bodies. You don't reply, but Ghost continues to talk.

"Alejandro you can trust. But, he's in Graves' custody. If he's even alive... Laswell's close with Shepherd. Callin' her's a no-go until we learn more."

You find a few more things around the room and turn to go. "I trust the Captain - if he knew, he'd be here."

"Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most."

"Good advice Lt..."

"I want to be like you when I grow up."

You move back into the hallway and find Johnny also exiting back into the hallway.

"You want to be better than me, sergeant."

You couldn't help a tiny smile.

"Got our work cut out then."

"That you do..."

"Think we'll live that long?" Johnny asks.

"Probably not."

You ignore Ghost's pessimism and continue on.

Johnny nods to the last door. You slowly approach it and twist the handle. "Locked." Johnny holds up a lock-picking contraption. You move back behind him so he can bust the door open.

The lock cracks and the door is forced open.

You enter the room, stopping when you see the caged dog. He barks when he sees you, forcing a retreat.

"Fuck-"

Johnny grabs your hand and tugs you out of the room and around the corner. You can hear a Shadow soldier yelling downstairs, footsteps tromping up the stairs.

You watch the door as the Shadow walks into the room. He positions his gun and investigations the room thoroughly.

"It's the dog from the bedroom. I don't see anything. I'll stick around, just in case..."

You look at Johnny who motions you to stay.

You settle into the shadow of the upstairs. You focus on maintaining your breathing. You don't know how long you were there. Felt like a bloody long time before the Shadow soldiers decided to pack his ass up and leave.

"Did you see the caged dog?" Johnny manages to ask over the comms.

"Big geezer. If he barks, shoot him and repo quickly- Don't get compromised..." Ghost responds.

"You are stone cold, Simon."

You follow Johnny, shuddering when you pass the room with the dog.

"hey Cobra. What has two legs and bleeds?

You walk back into the hallway and one of the rooms, finding a balcony.

"Don't tell me."

"Half a dog."

"I asked you not to tell me."

Johnny approaches the balcony and sees the streets below are clear. "Think you can jump with those legs?"

"Honestly no."

Johnny nods. "I'll do my best to catch you then."

You look down over the ledge as Johnny hops up and tumbles down to the ground. You can see two Shadow men at the end of the roadway Johnny is in.

The fall was well-timed and he manages to get back up from it. He looks down the road and then up at you. He reaches his arms out, his injured one shaking more than the other.

You take a deep breath. You force your slightly less battered leg up onto the ledge. Your hands grip it tightly, fear scouring through your body.

You know Johnny is going to do his best to catch you. Even if the odds of that aren't in your favor.

You let go of the ledge and drop to the ground. Johnny grabs your underarms just before your legs wack against the ground. You have to bite your tongue to halt the slu of profanities that passes your mind.

"Sorry- that wasn't my plan." Johnny winces.

Your eyes swell with tears. "I'm fine." You wheeze.

He helps you regain your balance, but you're within seconds of collapsing. "Are we almost there?"

"Gimme a sit-rep." Ghost's voice crackles back over the comms.

"Outside... Gated alley." Johnny checks on you once last time before reaching for his gun.

"Stick to the edges and stay low."

"Copy."

You follow Johnny to the corner, wincing when your leg bends and you stumble into the wall.

"You ok?"

You nod to Johnny and urge him forward.

"What exactly do we get from this?" You wheeze again.

"You may get a brag rag for this..." Ghost replies monotonously.

"A medal?"

"Chest candy." He restates.

You scoff. "Dead Shadows are my medals."

Johnny reaches the back of the road just as the two Shadows walk off.

"Split up?"

Johnny shakes his head. "I'm not leaving you battered. You can barely walk."

"You doubt my abilities."

"I doubt your legs." He holds out his hand. "Stick with me, we get out alive. We find Ghost. Together."

You grabbed his hand and he led you forward. "Together."

"Church is on the north side of the city. I've set up a sniper position in the church tower. Find your way there, and you might just make it."

"We're on it Lt."

Johnny moves forward into the open yard. He stops by the wall of a building. You can see another group of Shadows.

"Fucking hell." You mutter.

"Graves is rounding up cops."

Johnny reaches out his arm to hold you back. Graves comes out of one of the houses, and you both watch the scene before you. You watch the Shadows murder one civilian after the other. Firing gunshot after gunshot.

"He's judge, jury, and executioner now."

Your hands quiver and pulse across your gun.

You look down and find a bottle in the street. "Johnny." You whisper and hold it up for him to see.

"A bottle. Good for a distraction. Could prove useful."

You continue to search around for a moment until Johnny hums. "Got it."

"Commandeered some wax, LT."

"Could prove useful..." Ghost reiterates.

You make eye contact again and you nod. You were ready.

Johnny looks and motions toward the water fountain in the middle of the street.

You slip out from the corner. You can't help but try and rush when you hear Graves yelling, followed by another gunshot.

And another.

You skid to a stop at the fountain and duck down behind it. You clutch your gun tightly and motion Johnny over. He comes around the corner and rushes across the open street.

He ducks down next to you and looks around. Two soldiers were standing by the perimeter of the street.

You try to still your breathing and keep Johnny from moving forward when you hear them talking.

"I got too much respect for these guys to go to guns unless they do." The first one says, his back turned toward you two.

"I bet we'd come out on top of that fight." The second one snarks.

"I don't wanna test my skills against 141."

"What are you thinkin'?"

"We should white flag this thing and talk or everyone's gonna end up dead."

"You gettin' scared, dude?"

" I'm not fuckin' scared, bro. I'm not stupid either. Any movement over there? It's quiet here... Narcos got outta Dodge. It's not them I'm worried about anyway..."

"I thought you said you're not scared."

"I'm worried, worried is different than scared..."

Johnny taps your arm and motions to a nearby crate. "Stay here."

You nod and continue to hold your position as he sneaks out just enough to reach the box.

"Same fuckin' thing..." The second Shadow replies when you turn your attention back on the conversation.

"No, it's not, it's not the same thing at all..."

"I'm telling you right now, don't let these guys get in your head..."

"So, you're tellin' me you see that big boy with the skullface, and you're not gonna start sweatin'?" The first Shadow sasses.

"I'm not gonna see him--"

"You're right, you won't see him. It's too late if you see him, you're fuckin' dead already."

You chuckle. "I think they're scared of you, Ghost." You whisper into your comm.

The radio crackles, but Ghost doesn't reply.

Johnny returns to your position and smiles. "Found a mouse trap."

"And this is good news because..?"

"Surpisingly useful as a trigger."

You look from the mousetrap to the bottle and start to catch on to his plan.

"It's no airstrike, but it'll do." He smirks.

"You both are doing good. Just keep moving. The longer you sit there the more chances you have of being killed."

You looked at Johnny. "Copy that Lt." You huff.

You looked into Johnny's eyes, and he can tell you are starting to give out. Your energy is fading, and you kind of liked the sound of staying there.

Johnny takes your hand and clutches it tightly. "Stay with me, soldier. Come on. Only a little longer and we can rest."

"Johnny I'm tired."

"I know, I'm going to get us out of here-" Johnny presses down on his comm. "Ghost, Cobra is fading, we need your oversight."

"I've got you Johnny. You're clear."

"Y/n."

Your ears ring when he says your name. You groan, trying to keep quiet.

"Y/n, you need to keep walking. Just keep walking, I'll get you both out of here, can you do that for me?"

Tears filled your eyes. "Yes sir."

"Good. I've got your backs, Johnny, use what you've found to conjure a distraction."

"I'm already on it Lt."

Johnny readjusts the bottle and throws it at the Shadows blocking your path. You scuff your boots and shove them under you to swing upward.

The Shadows look up, rushing to check the sound of the bottle smashing against the brick wall.

Johnny pulls your arms, and you both sneak down the overshadowed alleyway.

Your vision swims and goes fuzzy again. Your hand unclasps from Johnny's, and his silhouette fades into the darkness. You slump back to your knees, resting against the side of the building.

"Lieutenant..." Your thumb quivers, unable to keep the comm open to talk.

"I'm right here sergeant. You'll be ok, keep moving. I know you can do it."

"Tired..."

"Where is Johnny?"

You look up. You try to clear your head. Your insides swim with bile, and it makes the hooks of your jaw fuzzy. Your throat forces down saliva you don't want to swallow.

The shadows move, and there is Johnny. He rushes back over to you and crouches. "We've gotta go come on."

You grab onto him, unsure of where your feet are going, but you stand during the process.

Johnny guides you. His eyes soften again, and he slows down so you can slouch against him to take away some of the pain from your ankles.

"We're so close." He says.

You shake your head of the dizzy feeling and muster yourself up.

Johnny brings you to the end of the street and lays you up against the wall. You draw your gun into your lap and watch Johnny hunt the street for material.

"Found some chemicals." He says into his comm.

"Tie them up with some wax and you got a smoke bomb. A toxic distraction."

"Sick... I like it."

"Guarantee you they won't..."

"How is Cobra doing?" Ghost asks a minute later.

"Solid. Hanging on."

Johnny finds a roll of tape just a bit further from the chemicals. "I can use that later." You watch Johnny as he starts to make an explosive contraption.

You rise to your feet. Your knees shake but you manage to keep yourself up. You come to Johnny's back and could see he was making a bomb of sorts.

Eventually, he tucks it into his bag. He motions across the street and you follow him into another house. When entering you see a Shadow slammed up against the wall of the room, dead.

"Woah."

Johnny comes over and examines the knife stuck in his throat. "Looks like Ghost's handiwork." You mutter. "Missing a knife Lt?"

"Several."

"Think we found one."

"Some of the dead Shadows are my handiwork..."

"You came through here?" You ask.

"On my way to the church."

"And you left us?" You frown.

"I'm used to working alone."

"So much for no man left behind." Johnny grumbles.

You pull the knife from the Shadows' throat and clean the blood on your vest pocket. You can probably use it for something. Might as well return them to him.

"Just get yourself to the church. Tryin' to keep you alive and get you here in one piece. One of us needs to survive to tell the tale."

"It'll probably be you." You reply.

Johnny motions you forward and the two of you search the house. Everything is in shambles, barely put together, and a mess in every sense.

Johnny moves into the living room and chuckles. "Seek and ye shall find..."

"Whatcha got?" You perk up curiously and walk over to him where he was currently strapping a briefcase to his person.

"Black powder..."

"Nice. This could get interesting..."

Johnny nods and the two of you set off. Johnny moves up the stairway while you search the kitchen. Under the cupboard there are a few chemicals you see fit to take with you.

"So..." You open your comm.

"What if we don't get out?"

Ghost hums. "If you mean all three of us die. We die. Price has to learn of this himself, three of his best soldiers dead and barely a task force left. You know. No pressure or anything."

"And what if you get out alive?"

"Then I'm going for safety, regrouping with Price. Then I'm finding Alejandro and Graves."

"Good plan."

"If you want to be in on it you might want to keep moving sergeant."

"Copy that Lt."

Johnny tromps back down the stairs and shakes his head. Nothing much.

"Lt, about to play rough with the Shadows..." You slip toward the back door, hands shaking and rough.

"I like the sound 'o that." Ghost replies.

"Fashioned a trip mine..." Johnny adds.

"A man after my own heart..."

"That's a scary thought." You mutter.

"You learn fast, Y/n."

You slip the back door open and find a lone Shadow standing guard. From your vest pocket, you pull out Ghost's knife and grip it in your hand.

Johnny nods, and you slip forward. You buckle your hand over the Shadow's mouth and drive the knife up into his back. His body strangles and freezes before going limp and falling to the ground.

"That knife came in handy."

"You're welcome."

"I ain't thanking you lieutenant." You chuckle and slip the blade back into your vest.

You search the Shadow's vest and are lucky enough to find a pistol. "Found a gun."

"Good work. Moving up in the world. Choose your shots and targets wisely. Guns make noise."

"Copy Lt."

Johnny stares down at the dead Shadow a moment longer. You hear a noise down the road and your eyes shoot up as another Shadow walks your way.

"Fuck, come on MacTavish." You grab his hand and pull him out of the street and around the corner. You make ten paces before you're stopping again, faced with another group of conversing Shadows.

"I wanna find those English motherfuckers. That asshole with the mask and the other leprechaun." The first one says.

"Leprechaun's-they're Irish, I told you that." The second one responds.

"Right. One o' those dudes with the skirts."

"It's called a kilt."

"It's a dude in a dress, that's all I know..."

"Uh huh. What about the third one? Smart ass little sergeant got away."

"They're 141, what do you expect? Wimps?"

"Just want to get my hands on that one. Slimy as a frog. An agile thing."

Johnny scoffs. He prepares his bomb from behind you and doesn't waste his time throwing it in their direction. "Lot o' slime." He mutters.

The smoke bomb hits the ground and alerts the Shadows. Before you know it Johnny is taking off toward one of the alleys.

"Fuck-"

Gunfire rains down on you, forcing you from your position. The gunfire strays you out into the street and down a separate roadway. You slam yourself around the corner and down against the wall. You clench your teeth, fresh blood trickling down your arm.

Your left hand is shaking violently, unable to hold your weapons.

You slouch against the wall, breathing ragged and body gushing blood.

"Cobra!? What's your position!" Johnny finally asks worriedly through the comms. You huff, raising your hand to respond. "Solid... But hit."

"Shit. My bad." Johnny apologizes.

"All good." You reply.

You slowly stand, pressing your weight into the wall until you manage to recover yourself.

"Feeling weak, are you?"

"bit shaky, sir, yeah." You roll your neck, pain shooting up your spine.

"Graves tried to kill us. Would stand to reason if you were a little off. Find a stim- It'll give you a boost"

"I just want out of this alive."

"We'll get you out alive then."

"So you do like me?"

"I like you both alive."

"Fair enough."

You traverse through the roadway and sidetrack into a garage linked to a building.

"Found a stim." Johnny says over comm.

"Use it. I'm out of luck." You push your way through the door, hissing at the use of your hurt arm.

"Elbow is going numb."

"Find a stim."

"I'm trying to find anything I can." You reply.

Johnny and Ghost maintain contact while you slip through the house and scavenge for anything you can take to keep the Shadows off you.

You find only one speckle of useful items like chemicals, which are more useful in Johnny's hands.

"Y/n.. Graves is burning the midnight oil to find us... Why...?" Ghost asks.

You frown. "He's involved. Both Sheppard and Graves are involved."

"No matter what- this is an unprecedented amount of fuckery. We need to get to the bottom of it." Johnny adds.

"Accurate and deadly fire tends to resolve these things. Right now, we're not safe here."

"Right now... we're not safe anywhere, Lt." You break into another room, combing through as you go. You sneak out the backdoor and find yourself faced with Shadow soldiers.

You manage to slip past as they talk and into the next house.

You find a small storage room and your heart sinks when you find a civilian laying dead next to a toolkit. "Son of the damn devil." You whisper.

You walk through the rest of the house. Chairs and dreary wallpaper, everything a normal family would need.

You jump when you hear banging thunder against one of the doors. You grab your knife as you approach the door and swing it open.

But just as you do, the wounded civilian on the other side falls to his knees. His eyes look up at you in pain and fear before he's gone.

You swallow the sick feeling in your mouth and step over him and press forward.

"I'm in the coffee shop." You sit rep.

"Get us a tea."

You roll your eyes. "Fuckin' Brits. You'll owe me for this you know?"

"Why?"

"We're all fixing each other's problems."

"And what's my problem?"

"The mask," You whine.

"Take it off." Johnny joins, making you smile.

"Show my face?"

"Yes, sir. Ain't nothing wrong with that."

"Negative."

You pout. Finally, you find a stim case on the counter, along with some other trinkets. You jab it into your arm and feel slight relief from the adrenaline.

There's a briefcase sitting on the table. You open it only to find more explosives and an aiming sight. Not much use to you.

You grab the briefcase and hang on to it, just in case Johnny can use it.

"Are you ugly?" Johnny continues.

"Quite the opposite." Ghost replies.

"I doubt that."

Johnny chuckles, and Ghost disappears from the comms. You switch your channel to just Johnny, "I think we bullied him."

"Aw, poor Lt."

You search behind the shop counter. "He does owe us when we get back, though."

"That's for fucking sure. This would go a lot smoother if we were all together."

You push another door open, looking around and finding nothing.

"You know, maybe a vacation could do us good??"

"Vacation? The hell are you on about."

"The Bahamas are sounding really nice right about now."

"Ghost is allergic to the sun."

You chuckle. You hear the door of the coffee shop open. You're at the ready, slipping back out of the room, only to see Johnny.

"Scared me for a minute."

"Figured out where the coffee shop was."

You hold out the briefcase and smile. "Figured you could use this." You look down and see the gun in his hand. "And where did you find that?"

"Tripwire. House just down the road."

Johnny takes the case of explosives and secures the sight onto his gun.

"Have you checked everything?"

"No, just the first door."

You both head for the office door, to no surprise it's locked.

Johnny hums and pulls out a couple of tools from his belt. "Give this a try."

You take a step back as he slots the tool in the door and force it open.

"Nice skills there Soap."

He winks and allows you in first. A couple filing cabinets, a desk, and a safe. You approach the safe. "Is there a code around here??"

Johnny inspects the room, looking under papers and books. His attention soon turned to the calendar up on the wall. With a suspicious number of dates circled. "That looks interesting."

"Give it a go?"

Johnny nods, so you punch in the numbers, your eyes widening when it works. "On the money."

You open the safe and search inside. Throwing knives, money...

"Oh ho ho."

Johnny raises a brow. "What??"

"Hand held .50 cal...? You're coming with me..."

Johnny gapes. "What!? No way, I want that one."

You frown. "No way, you have the big guy." You motion briefly to the Lockwood in his hands. "This one, is mine."

Johnny sputters but ultimately huffs and shuts up.

You switch your radio to the clear channel again. "Ghost."

"Y/n..."

"Guess what I found?"

"More stopping power?"

"Check."

Johnny huffs, making his way back out of the room and you follow close behind.

"Your life expectancy just went way up."

"Thank you!"

"Not yet sergeant. It's still your job to keep you alive."

"Thanks Lt. Really helping us out here."

Johnny approaches the window to take a look outside. "Uh oh, looks like we're gonna have company."

You look up, seeing the Shadows advancing outside. "What do we do?"

"We can fight?"

"Took risky." You reply.

"That's three less Shadows on our tail."

You chew your lip, trying to make a decision.

"You two, check out that warehouse." The Shadow says.

Johnny grabs your arm and pulls you down next to him. "Guess we're fighting it out." You clock your gun.

"Let's get it over and done with."

"You make it sound like we're doing chores." You retort.

"They've got no guns, he won't get far." A second Shadow says, much closer than before.

"They're 141... Still dangerous. Go left, I'll clear the alley."

"Roger, on it."

Johnny sneaks around the edge of the bar, motioning you to follow him. You crawl quickly on your hands and knees, barely out of sight before the door to the shop opens.

Boots crackle wetly along the tile ground. You steady your breath as the Shadow enters, followed by another.

"Ya here? Not too late to surrender..." The Shadow calls out.

You look at Johnny who is readying himself.

Your comm crackles and you freeze.

"Sergeant, how are we doing?" Ghost asks.

Your eyes widen.

The Shadows snap and round the corner, ammo loaded.

You roll to your feet and slam the closest one to you against the wall, the barrel of your gun against his jaw and soon a bullet in his brain. Johnny tussles with the other one before managing to overpower him and stabbing him in the throat.

You both run for the backdoor and run out into the street. Johnny slips down the alleyway toward the third Shadow and slices him clean through the back with his knife.

"Come on."

You break for it down the alley and across the street.

"Come on. A bit further."

You huff. You pant. Your legs buckle and you slam down to the ground.

Blood leaks from your wounds and washes away in the street. Your breathing is heavy and you're feeling dizzy again. And a sick lightheaded feeling bounces around in the confines of your skull.

"Come on sergeant. We're almost there."

You shake your head. "I can't. Tired."

Johnny bends down and pulls you up into his arms. You're eyes focus on him briefly before he's just another blur out of reach.

His cold hand cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. "Come on. Come on you're doing So good. I know you can keep moving. I know you can!"

You press your hand to your stomach, feeling bile rise in your chest. Johnny's eyes fade in and out, his figure blending with the shadows.

"Ghost. Cobra isn't doing well."

You huff and heave. Your eyes swell with tears.

Johnny can see it coming and he slowly moves you out of his arms and down to the ground.

Your vision fades in and out.

"What's the sergeants condition?" Ghost asks.

Johnny smooths his hands over your arms. He checks your vest for any kind of medical supplies. Worry bubbling when he finds nothing to bandage you with. "Not good. I'm not sure what's going on-"

"Alright Johnny. Flip y/n over, get the sergeant on their hands and knees."

"No-!" You wheezed. "Hurt."

Johnny scavenges his person for medical supplies, finding nothing.

"Shit. Y/n, come here. I've got you."

You dry heave, your chest flares up, and your cheeks flush.

Johnny helps to flip you over and rubs your back. "It's ok. You're doing well keeping up."

You feel bile rise in your throat. The burn follows before bile forces it's way out from your stomach. Your insides churning and twisting.

Bile spills into the street and burns your dry, sore throat. Blood spills into the mess and slips into one of the storm drains.

When your stomach finally settles enough to suck in air.

Your shaking arms fold in, giving Johnny barely a second to pull you back into the safety of his arms. The rain is starting to get to you. Plastering your shirt to your skin and your hair damp against your forehead.

"Lt. We need to get going." Johnny comms. Much more concerned than before.

You curl into his cold embrace. Tired and sleep threatening to overtake your exhausted body.

"Johnny... town's full o' tunnels. One leads out across from the church. Be advised- the tunnel is flooded. Prepare for a cold swim."

Johnny winces as he pulls you up to your feet. Your head hangs, fighting for consciousness as he pulls you onto his shoulder.

"Hang on Y/n, I'm getting us home."

"Home..."

"Yeah. We're going home. It'll be warm. You can curl up in a blanket and relax. You just gotta hang on alright?"

"Can't wait."

"I know. But try."

"Still upright?" Ghost asks after a minute of walking.

"So far, so good. Can't say the same for Y/n though."

"You get caught out there, they'll kill you slow..."

"Mercs or the Narcos?"

"Narcos... They'll take videos..."

"I'll give 'em your email so they know where to send them..." Johnny opens another house door and slips inside.

"I won't watch 'em... More than once anyway..."

"Sick bastard..."

Johnny places you down by the stairs and cups your cheek. "How are we doing?"

Blood still drips from your mouth, and it's starting to trickle from your nose as well. All you can manage is a weak smile.

Johnny leaves you there while he searches the place. He searches the kitchen, the living room, and the garage. You're left unaided in silence.

"You still standing, Y/n?"

"Think I'm clear..." You can barely reply.

"Soap- you makin' progress?"

Johnny hums from the other room. "Aye. Gettin' there..."

You watch the blood trickling down your arm. Your vision briefly blurs again, but you blink it away.

"Hey sergeant." Your comm. Crackles again.

"Two goldfish are in a tank...?"

You shift gently, still holding your angry stomach. "Go on..."

Ghost replies immediately. "One turns to the other and says... "You know how to drive this thing?" Little army humor."

"Very little." You reply. But you can hear in his voice he's trying to hold back a chuckle. It's a comforting thought to think that wherever Ghost is, he's smiling.

Johnny gives you a nod when he comes back from the living room and walks up the stairs to check the second floor.

"Another?"

You clasp and unclasp your cold fingers. "Why not..."

"Why don't blind guys skydive?"

"Tell me."

"Scares the shit out o' their dogs..."

You crack a small smile.

"We could do this all night."

"That's what I'm afraid of." You respond.

Johnny comes back down the stairs and showed you the new weapon on his hip. "Found a safe upstairs. Had some snazzy stuff inside."

You attempt to stand with him but your body doesnt make it far.

Johnny quickly comes to your side and helps you up. "Don't worry. I'll keep us moving. Think you can hop on my back?"

You nod and stand against the wall as Johnny bends over. It's an uncomfortable fit against the protective vest, but it's better than being hauled over his shoulder.

He left through the front door and walked back out into the rain.

"Hey Ghost..." You croak.

"What is it, sergeant?" Ghost's voice seems a slight bit softer. Maybe it's the delirium or the rain, but he sounds comforting.

"I gotta joke for you..."

"Let's hear it then."

You close your eyes, your breathing slowing. Johnny looks back over his shoulder at you and pats your thigh.

"Why don't shrimps share?"

"Why?"

"Because they're a little shellfish."

"Not bad." Ghost replies. Even Johnny manages to crack a smile.

Johnny stops under a small overhang and opens the door. Warm light welcomes you inside the scuffed up bar.

"Lt- I'm at the bar."

"You like tequila?"

"Could use one right about now," Johnny replies, looking around for things.

"I'd murder for a whiskey."

"You mean Scotch?"

"I drink bourbon."

"Like a good ol' boy..."

Ghost sighs. "I love Kentucky."

"You're out o' your mind, Lt."

"That's for sure."

Johnny pats your thigh. "Hang in there sergeant." You cling to him as best you can, relying on their voices. Both their voices help you focus on the task ahead of you.

Johnny pushes outside of the bar and finds his way to the tunnels.

"Lt. I've got a problem."

"What's your situation, Johnny?"

"Reached the tunnel. Not sure how I'm gonna get y/n through with me." Johnny helps you off his back and sets you down.

"How are you feeling Y/n?"

You hold onto his hand. "Can't quite feel my legs."

"Ghost, is there any other way?"

"I'm afraid not. If you've got any more stims get the sergeant boosted."

Johnny holds your hand and motions to the tunnel. "We've gotta go for a swim."

"I don't think I can-"

"I'm not leaving you out here. We're so close. I just need you to push through just one last time. Can you do this, for us?"

You swallow hard. "I'll try."

"Good. Come on."

Johnny grabs your hand and helps you up. Your feet are numb, but it at least rids off the pain in your legs.

You hold Johnny's hands tightly as you enter the tunnel. You gasp as you walk into the water, eventually unable to touch the ground. The cold water washes up your waist and over your shoulder blades. It laps at your wounds and soothes them slightly. Johnny looks back at you to check if you're ok, and you nod.

You move your arms despite the pain in your left arm and swim slowly through the tunnel.

"You're doing good." Johnny praises over breaths of his own exhaustion.

"Ghost."

"Johnny."

"We're working through the tunnel."

"The church plaza is on the other end of the tunnel. Push through, you're nearly here."

The reassurance of safety fuels your need to keep going. You fight and push through the cold water. Your fingers start freezing up, and your legs can barely move. You grab onto the hook of Johnny's tactical gear just so you can keep up.

Johnny slows along the water line when he spots a group of Shadows on patrol. "Alright, we're gonna take this slow." You nod and follow Johnny toward the water line.

"Where the hell are they?!" The first Shadow grumbles.

"Maybe, all three of them are dead?" The second asks.

"Graves wants proof."

"Just cut the mask off." The second one says.

"Do I get a bonus for that...?"

"Not if I beat you to it."

Johnny slips up the side of the watered tunnel. You follow and try not to disturb the water as you go.

"I'll kill the Irish one." The first Shadow growls.

"The kid's Scottish, not Irish." The second one sighs.

"It's the same fuckin' thing...!"

Johnny stops along the wall and reaches for his knife.

"Ghost, I got Shadows wearing body armor."

"You'll have to get in close and find the gaps."

"Rog."

Johnny grips his knife and looks at you. You fiddle with your knife and follow him. "I'll take left." He whispers. You nod and turn to the Shadow on the right.

"Again, what about the other one? Graves isn't to happy the other sergeant jumped from the truck." The first one readjusts his gun.

"Kill them. What else? I highly doubt they made it far after that fall."

You look over at Johnny, who slips out of the shadows. He nods to you, and you rush the Shadows'. You grab the Shadow's shoulder and slot your knife in the break of armor by his neck. You dig the blade into the crook of his neck and slice open the skin.

Blood spurts out across your hand and uniform. His body falls back into yours. You lean into the action and throw him back into the flooded tunnel.

Your vision blurs again, but you shake it off quickly.

"Good job." Johnny says.

You both head for the end of the tunnel and your heart swells. "Johnny... The church!" Johnny smiles in relief.

"Ghost. We've got eyes on the church."

"Good. You're on the right track. Keep comin'.

Johnny motions you forward and runs out of the tunnel and out into the street.

The rain has let up, but not by much. It's easier to see your surroundings now. You both run until you are cut off by a blockade of vehicles lining the street. "Shit." Johnny curses. "Lt. We're blocked off."

"Try and cut through the shops."

Johnny looks from left to right.

You look around with him, finding an alleyway next to the shops. "There." You point.

Johnny looks to where you're pointing and smiles. "Good eyes. Come on, let's go."

Johnny rushes toward the alleyway. You stumbled after him. You swallow down your ragged breath, your will to survive momentarily pushing out the pain still searing through your body.

You shivered in the cold, completely drenched.

Your breath evaporates out from your lungs, and into the air. You push through, the fear of Johnny's back getting smaller, and his silhouette being swallowed up by the night keeping you going.

Johnny ducks into the alleyway. "Think we found a way through Lt."

"Shadows are everywhere. I'll hold 'em off until we RV in front of the church and secure a vehicle for exfil."

"Roger that."

"Give 'em hell, Johnny- We're almost there. Keep on your feet Y/n, you're doing good."

"Yes sir." You rasp.

Johnny turns back to you and cups your hand in his. You lean against the wall and close your eyes. You can hear Johnny struggling with the door to get inside.

Your breathing slows and the lightheaded feeling returns.

The door opens and Johnny gasps. "Fuck-!"

You open your eyes just as Johnny receives the butt end of a Shadow's gun and is thrown to the ground. You reach for your knife too late, and the Shadow hits you in the back of the knees and sends you down to the ground.

The side of your head hits the ground, and blood rushes through your ears. Your vision goes fuzzy, and everything blurs and spins. Johnny fades in and out beside you, and the swirl of colors that is Johnny shifts.

"What the... GET DOWN-! All Shadow stations, Got two near the church-!" The Shadow soldier yells.

Ringing vibrates around your head. The blood dripping from your nose onto the road is the only thing you can listen to.

Time seems to freeze an eternity before you hear the Shadow's comm. crackle.

Graves' voice was loud and clear. His voice is cold as ice against your body.

"Kill them."

Bang!

A gunshot rings through the air, and the Shadow above you suddenly falls limply to the ground. Across the barbwire fence of the church rush more Shadow troops, those of which are taken down by a bigger silhouette.

Johnny sits up and shoves the Shadow away with his foot.

"Holy hell... Ghost- was that you?"

"Who else...? Now go..."

Johnny gets up and grabbed

your arms. "Come on y/n, let's go."

Your vision spins, your stomach flipping and spiraling. Your head lolls as Johnny pulls on you, a bullet whistling past your head as he pulls you inside.

Johnny slams the door shut and cups your cheek. "Oh my- you're bleeding so much. Fucking hell."

You try to focus your eyes on Johnny. Your hand comes up to the side of your head, feeling sticky warmth against your temple. You pull your fingers away and red stains your fingertips.

"Ghost. Leaking blood. Badly. What are our options??" Johnny leans you against the wall and checks for anything he could use to stop the blood.

"Johnny, got company in the church, and they're not here for forgiveness...! Get to the steps, I'll be there..."

Johnny curses. "Get on my back!"

"Soap..."

"Get on my back!"

You grab onto his shoulders, and he pulls you up onto his back.

Johnny cocks his gun and opens the shop door.

Gunfire rains across the area, whizzing by your bodies. "Give me a bloody break." He heaves you further up into his arms and makes a break for it across the yard.

Shadow soldiers converge on the church. Johnny smiles when he reaches the entrance of the church.

"Ghost!"

"Johnny!"

Ghost shoots two approaching Shadows and climbs up and over the gate of the church.

Ghost comes into your field of view, his gloved hand cups your injured head. "How are we hanging in soldier?"

"Not good. They're barely hanging on." Johnny replies for you. Ghost nods. "Come on, I'll take them." Johnny stands up and you slide easily into Ghost's arms. "Holding strong sergeant."

You cling to his back and hug him tightly. "Come on! Let's go."

"We need a vehicle, on me-! Stay sharp, they know we're here and they know it's us. They'll send more." Ghost's voice rumbles through his chest and warms your insides.

It's beyond relieving to see your lieutenant again. You aren't in the clear yet, but his presence brings safety.

More Shadows appear from the alleyway and charge your group.

"Contact-! Dead ahead!"

"I see 'em. Watch the alley!"

Johnny shoots the Shadows dead and continue their run through the streets.

"How are we doing Y/n?"

"Still alive..." You groan.

"Keep it that way! You're doing good!" He praises.

Johnny and Simon continue down the road. "Johnny, stay close. Heads up for a vehicle we can take."

Bullets whistle past you. The yelling of soldiers struggling to get their targets on the three of you overpowers your senses. Your vision slowly returns, and you're able to regrip Ghost's tactical vest.

"Soap, pick up truck ahead. lights on."

"I got it!" Johnny replies.

"I'll drive, Johnny- take shotgun."

Ghost stops at the backseat and flings the door open. "Hold steady soldier!" He releases you and lays you in the backseat."

"Now, Johnny, passenger side of the truck- mount up!"

Johnny jumps in.

"Alright, you two, you made it..."

You give a shaky thumbs-up, making Ghost chuckle.

"We made it Lt."

Bullets ping into the metal of the pickup truck as Shadows throw you three under heavy fire.

"Hold fast...!" Ghost puts the truck in reverse and runs over two Shadows firing at you.

"That's one way o' doin' it!"

Johnny spots a Shadow to the left of Ghost out the window just as you do.

"Get back!"

The Shadow drops dead to the ground, more soldiers falling into the street and firing at you.

"Thanks." Ghost says.

A bullet whistles through the back window, shattering the glass just above your head. "Shit-!" You gasp.

"Drive- I'll cover us!" Johnny yells.

Ghost slams on the pedal and drives the truck straight into the gate ahead. He takes off down the road and doesn't attempt to stop.

Johnny sits back in his seat and sighs. "Bloody hell..."

"You made it out..." Ghost says.

"I'm proud of both of you." He flips the rearview mirror down to see your face. "Just hang in a little longer partner. We're gonna get you patched up good as new.

"I feel like shit." You groan.

Your blood leaks out on the seat, and your wet clothes grow uncomfortable. Ghost eventually pulls over on the side of the road and gets out.

"We've got a bit of time if they've been following us." He opens the back seat and motions you forward.

"Bloody hell, Johnny wasn't kiddin', you did destroy your knees." Ghost ran his thumb over them and you tense.

"I'm sure Alejandro has something that can patch you up."

"Alejandro..?" You clench your teeth.

"Yeah, for now," Ghost pulls out some bandage wraps from his pouch. "Johnny hand me that tourniquet on your vest."

"My what-?" Johnny looks down and checks his vest surprised. "I didn't even- blind as bloody blind person..." He hands over the tourniquet.

Ghost pulls off your tactical gear and throws it on the other seat. You shiver, and his hand is there to comfort you.

"We'll be out of this soon."

He wraps both your knees and your head enough to get you through. "Arm." He instructs. You motion to your wounded arm and he wraps the tourniquet around it tightly.

"That'll keep you from bleeding all over the seats."

"Thank you lieutenant." You whisper. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help."

Ghost bends down, and for a moment, his eyes soften and something is let out. A glimpse of love and concern. "You did amazing, sergeant."

He helps your legs back into the truck and closes the door. "Now, let's get somewhere safe."

"Got an idea, Lt?"

"I might. Yeah."

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Hyunjin x M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 10

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A/N: sry i fell off the face of the earth 😭 I got a writers block then got super busy and stressed with classes. Updates probably won’t be daily, I’ll update whenever the chapters are done <3 sorry to make you wait so long, and tysm for ur support !

P.S. let me know your thoughts on the story so far! i’m a bit insecure on some chapters and want ur guys honest opinion!

Warnings: Uhm swearing? Typos, not proofread. lemme know if i missed anything

The night went on with all 9 of you guys joking around and having fun. For once, you felt as if you fit in, like you belonged somewhere. The night was nearing an end, most stores were closed as it was rather pretty late.

Everyone had decided to window shop. At one point, without even realizing it, you had wandered off. Although it was late, there were still a few other people out and about.

You weren't paying attention, and the next thing you knew you had bumped into someone. You turned towards him as you apologized profusely. He was taller, had darker hair, and was dressed in a hoodie with a jean jacket over it. "I'm so sorry, I should've looked where I was going." You internally panicked as you bent down to pick up his bag, which you had previously accidentally knocked out of his hand. "It's alright sweetheart, don't worry."

You froze. "Sweetheart?" Your mind wandered around that thought as you unknowingly. Your eyes were lost on his gorgeous face as you unknowingly kept a tight grip on the bag. The guy's sentence snapped you out of your trance.

"You okay?" Immediately, you let go of it. "Oh, sorry." A nervous smile fell on your face as you quickly handed it to him and brought a hand to your now warm forehead. The guy chuckled at you as he complimented, "You're cute."

His compliments keep catching you off guard, before you even had a minute to register anything he said, he spoke up again. "You're not busy are you?" You shook your head at his question, wondering how you even got to this point.

For a moment, you completely forgot about everyone else.

This guy was intoxicating. "I've seen you've been wandering around with some other guys, mind if I tag along?" It was at this moment your body decided before your heart did. "Sure, that's fine." Throwing him a smile as he held out his hand for you to shake as he introduced himself. "I'm Mingyu."

"Mingyu.. that sounded familiar." You had sworn you'd heard that name somewhere. Pondering as you connected his hand with yours, shaking slowly. "Y/N." Unable to form a full sentence as you left him with just your name. "Y/N there you are." A voice behind you caught you off guard as you saw that Bang Chan was running in your direction. He seemed a bit worried. "You can't run off like that this late." Chan took a peek at who you were talking to. "Oh hey! Haven't seen you in a while. What are you doing in Japan?" The leader abandoned your guy's conversation and went over to talk to Mingyu. "Ah just touring, we have some free time so." The way he spoke captured you, and you felt like you couldn't take your eyes off of him. "You don't mind if I tag along with you guys do you?" By this time, the other members had caught up with you three and now listened in on their conversation.

"Ah, I think we're about to head back, it's decently late.

Sorry about that."

"Ah no worries, as long as I can get this one's number." His hand laid a gentle tap on your arm. In the few minutes you had been around him, you could tell Mingyu was a very flirty person. This left you sort of embarrassed, but it also left butterflies swirling around your stomach. God, you know that these boys would tease you about this later.

And damn were you right.

After you all filed onto the bus once again, they started messing with you. "Awh how cute, someone has themself a boyfriend." Hyunjin who was next to you nudged our shoulder. "Stop." You pushed him off of you. "I don't have anything."

"Mhmmm sure. That's why your eyes were glued to his face during his whole conversation with Chan."

"I was just trying to figure out who he was. That's all." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in your seat. “Pfft yeah right, everyone knows who Mingyu is. Not a very good excuse.” Lee Know stated again. “Only his name sounds familiar, i can’t think of anything else.” You let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes. Letting your body flop back in the seat as you crossed your arms. “Damn, so you really don’t know?” Felix’s voice sounded and your head shot in his direction, a questioning look on your face as you shook your head. “So you don’t listen to Seventeen?”

Your eyes widened as the group’s name was said. “You’re kidding, Seventeen?!” You sat back up as you heard Hyunjin laugh from next to you. “So I just embarrassed myself in front of the Mingyu from Seventeen?!” You dug your face in your hands, slouching back down. “I don’t think you embarrassed yourself, all you did was make googoo eyes at him for ten minutes.” Hyunjin teased as he neared your face. Feeling annoyed already, you pushed him away. “You’re so irritating!” He only laughed at your reaction as you rolled your eyes. The rest of the bus ride was pretty much just the others teasing you. Although you didn’t particularly enjoy it, you definitely enjoyed the time you spent with them. Finally, you had found your place.

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[12:32 P M] - Haitani Ran

I'm sorry for ghosting you all, I have been having the hardest time trying to break out of my writers block for the two on-going stories. So, here's what has been occupying in my head rent free - Haitani Ran.

Warning: 18+ mentions of gunshot wound; Ran being Ran; soft Ran; smut; protected to unprotected sex(oops); mentions of pregnancy; mentions of Shinichiro's death Note: nothing edited. I've been caught up in some Ran stories and couldn't get this off. I promise I have not abandoned the other two stories!

Second part

Haitani Ran knew he was in love with Y/l Y/n the moment she hovered over him, pressing her small hand against his shoulder to stop the bleeding.

He got shot; he fucken got shot at.

Having experienced gunshot wounds in the past, he had encountered moments of peril. Yet, as he glanced up and beheld an angelic figure hovering above him, a profound sense of certainty gripped him. Ran thought this was it; his sins had finally caught up to him, and this beautiful angel was here to take him away; if she were the one taking him to hell, he would gladly go.

Or was she taking him to heaven?

Especially when she ripped off her shirt, only wearing her black tank top, and used the material to press down on his shoulder. The pain he felt earlier is gone as his eyes gaze at her cleavage exposed to him.

Would she grant him one last wish? To allow him to smush his face against her tits?

Ran had a smile on his face, his mind floating away in his imagination. Amid the moment, he feels his blood rushing down south.

“Hey.” The angel speaks, or was it the grim reaper? She hovers over him, her lengthy hair hanging, making her look even more exquisite. “Stay with me.”

His eyes slowly droop, “you’re so beautiful…” and he reaches a hand to touch her face. His blood accidentally smeared against her cheek, and he drops his hand, “sorry, love….”

“You’re fine… just stay with me here… I’ll get you fixed up, and you’ll be good as new again… what’s your name?”

“Whatever you want it to be,” he grins at her cute and confused look, “but you can call me… daddy.” He lets out a chuckle when her lips curve into a smile. Did she like that?

Hell, if he hasn’t already accepted death, he would gladly welcome death in exchange if she called him daddy.

She smiled, shaking her head at his delirious nonsense, “you’re funny even as you’re bleeding to death, aren’t you? I think we will be great friends.”

She looked away before he could reply, his mouth lagging with this stupid, careless gunshot wound. He wanted badly to grab her chin, to keep her eyes only on him. Only on him, but he couldn’t feel his hands anymore; they were so heavy. She asked someone nearby what his name was.

“Ran,” her angelic voice calls his sweet and heavenly name. Would it still sound the same when he’s buried deep inside her, filling her up?

Goodness, he wanted to fuck her right here, have her ride him to his death.

He wanted to cum so badly – cum inside of her.

She looks like she would be a perfect mom for his baby. He could knock her up and leave his heir behind…

Leave his legacy behind.

He’d accept that.

“Ran, what’s your favorite color?”

He closes his eyes and hums, “lilac….”

“How old are you?”

“However old you want me to be….” He had a gut feeling she was older than him. She was too perfect to be his age or younger.

She looks so mature… so ripe… so beautiful.

Since puberty, Ran has known and has always been attracted to older women. They were just better… they were his cup of tea.

She mumbled something he couldn’t hear or understand. He was getting tired, eyes slowly drooping closed.

“Is he all right?” He heard a male voice ask.

Mikey?

“Yeah, he’ll be all right.” His angel answered.

Sleep was slowly taking over, and he didn’t want her to disappear the next time he opened his eyes.

With every ounce of energy he had left, his hands reached up and cupped her breasts, filling his large palms and giving them a handful squeeze.

Satisfaction and happiness were written all over his face.

“Ran,” Mikey’s voice is dangerously low, “I don’t care that you’re hurt… get your fucken hands off my sister-in-law right now. ”

The last of his juice power depleted at the three words, sister-in-law?

. .

Ran hasn’t felt embarrassed in a long time.

When he made his recovery and remembered what happened…

He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted to dig up a hole and hide in it.

Especially when the angel he remembers was staring at him with a smile that made his cock hard as a rock the moment he woke up.

Mikey introduced her to the team a few days later. The annoyance on his face was clear as day as everyone gawked at her.

It was rare to see a woman on the team.

Y/n is dangerously beautiful.

He was one of the many gawking at her from the side.

He was still flabbergasted that she saved his life.

He owed her his now.

With that, Mikey made it very clear that she was off limit, shooting a silent glare at Ran specifically.

Mikey announced, “she is someone important to me. That means she is someone important to Bonten. Protect her with your life.”

Sanzu Haruchiyo might be number two, but Y/n was number one-and-a-half.

She was the fiancée of his late brother, Sano Shinichiro. They had planned to wed a month from the day he died precisely. Y/n remained part of the Sano family regardless, and Mikey was not going to discard her, and he had no intention to when she was the only remaining family member left after Emma’s death.

She was the older sister he never had.

Ran knew nothing of her existence.

Sure enough, the reason for that was that she had been overseas working as a medical doctor and had only returned at Mikey’s request.

She will be the doctor for the executive members.

Ran wanted to have a physical examination at this moment.

. .

If Ran couldn’t have her…

Well… he had no choice but to keep himself distracted from her.

But he couldn’t.

He only came to the main house for executive meetings. Every executive member had their own room, but no one wanted to stay there since it was hidden in the mountains, away from their work or territory. Like most other executive members, Ran had his own condo and sanctuary when he needed a mental, physical, and emotional break from reality.

But lately, he’s been finding himself at the main house.

Because that’s where Y/n was staying.

He had only discovered she was staying there alone after a last-minute visit to the main house. It was either the Gods testing him or on his side. He was on that side of town, and it was late; he figured he would crash for the night and return to work in the morning.

He honestly had no idea she was staying at the main house until he walked in, and the smell of delicious food hit his nostrils.

Y/n had her back towards him, humming at the stove, and for a second there, his life flashed…

Ran imagined how coming home to a wife making dinner would be.

Loud music was blasting, and she had not heard or felt his presence until her instincts kicked in and she turned around; her eyes widened when she found someone standing behind her, only to smile immediately when it was just him.

She greeted him with a smile, making his cock twitch. “Just in time, come eat.”

Ran learned that she spent her day caring for the house and contemplated picking up a part-time job, but there was nothing nearby that she could work at. She also needed a position where she could immediately step away to tend to a situation.

“Mikey won’t let me leave unless I have a bodyguard.” She chugged her beer, something he found extremely sexy.

“You can come to stay with me? I have extra rooms.” He leaned back against his chair only because his pants were getting too tight. He would have to sit for a bit longer until his cock settled down. He sees the lightbulb in her head go off; she is considering it.

Was it a good idea?

That meant he would have a more challenging time controlling himself. That also meant he would have to be quieter and not moan her name loudly when jerking himself off in the shower.

“I might have to consider that,” she smiles, “but I don’t want to bother you. I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to be able to get a place under my name since I gave up my Japanese citizenship.”

“You can stay with me however long you want.”

He came practically every night, having dinner with her.

Just the two of them.

Every night.

It was hard to leave, especially when he discovered that her room was right next to his; they were the only two on the left wing of the house.

They would say goodnight and good morning to each other.

Ran was finding himself falling harder each day and night.

She would cook and clean, keeping herself occupied, and he swears by the Gods above that her face lights up when he enters the house.

Of course, it was only short-lived until everyone started returning because it meant a home cook meal from Y/n. It became a routine that every Sunday, it was a fucken family-executive dinner.

Y/n was the mother hen of the house, cooking and cleaning and taking care of everyone, and it was pissing Ran off that everyone intruded on his private time with her.

The conversation of her moving in with him was swept under the rug; he didn’t know if it would happen anymore.

He walks out of the shower, wraps a towel around his hips, and leaves the bathroom when another body collides with him.

His arms instantly wrapped around the small body, steadying them; instantly, he knew it was Y/n. She was the only other person on this side of the house.

Ran indulged himself, even if it was two seconds – he got to hold her, and she felt wonderful in his arms.

She was small, a head shorter than him, and he wanted to devour her.

She gasped, and he looked down at her, confused, and that’s when he realized his towel had slipped, pooling at his ankles.

His cock was still hard even after he’s jerked off. “Fuck…”

Y/n looks up at him, cheeks pinkish, “Ran….”

Ran cups her face, no longer caring. “Please Y/n… let me kiss you…” he never felt so desperate before.

His eyes widen when she cups his face, pulling him down to meet her halfway; her lips press against him in a soft kiss before she pulls away slightly.

“Satisfied?”

He blinks, dumbfounded. “Again – do it again… I wasn’t – ready.”

She pushes herself onto the tip of her toes and kisses him again, this time deeply.

His hands drop from her face, and he holds her waist, pulling her against his body. He takes the invitation when her mouth opens and slips his tongue to dance with hers.

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his, mouth moving hungrily over his.

“Ran,” she breathes, breaking the kiss, but he shifts his mouth to her jaw, nipping and kissing down to her throat. “We…”

He didn’t want her to tell him to stop. Or tell him this was a mistake; he’ll do anything to convince her that this is right and worth it.

“Bed – bedroom…” she utters when he nips the spot along her neck, where he feels her pulse beating fast like his.

Abandoning the towel, he lifts her easily, making her wrap her legs around his torso as he carries her across the hall to his room.

He sets her back on her feet; his forehead pressed against hers. He finally catches his breath, “you… sure this is what you want?” One hand touches her cheek, thumb rubbing her lower lip.

Her eyes are wavering, and he panics – if she had second thoughts, he would let her go.

It’ll kill him, but he’ll let her go.

She tilted her head towards him until the tip of their nose touched, and she closed her eyes, whispering softly, “Ran… I haven’t – I haven’t done this since Shin… I haven’t wanted anyone but him, but… God help me… I want you so fucken bad.” Her eyes open, looking at him straight in the eyes, “I want you, Ran, or so tell me to leave now….”

His lips curve into a smile; he reaches behind him and twists the lock on the doorknob. “You’re fucken crazy if you think I’ll tell you to leave; I was going to tell you to tell me to leave.”

He backs her towards his bed, grabbing the ends of her shirt and pulling it off.

“But this is your room.”

She was moving back when he stopped, seeing her naked underneath her shirt. She smirked at him and proceeded to push her shorts down her legs.

Y/n stood completely naked six feet away from him, waiting for him. “I hope you weren’t expecting a supermodel body….”

Two strides and Ran closed the distance between them; his mouth met hers to kiss her stupid – for thinking and assuming the worst of herself.

He pushes her down onto his bed, pushing her legs so he can settle in between. “I’ll show you,” he says between kisses, “your body here is what I’ve been dying to taste… to have… and,” he nips her lower lip, earning a whimper from her. His cock jolted; he couldn’t wait to hear her whimper when he finally fucks her. “I never expected you to have a supermodel body.”

Ran pushes himself onto his knees, admiring her glorious naked body that will be beneath him shortly.

But first, he palms her tits, groaning at the feeling of skin-to-skin.

At last, doing what he wanted to do the first time he met her, he smoother his face against her chest.

Her soft giggles were new to his ears, and he loved it.

“I wanted to do this the first time I met you,” he says, pressing both mounds against his face before taking a puckered nipple into his mouth. He teased the sensitive nipple before releasing it and doing the same for the other side.

“Ran,” Y/n moans, “enough… I want you.”

He would have to wait a bit to pay ultimate attention to her tits later; now, he needed to be inside of her.

“Condom…” he mumbled out loud. He really didn’t want to leave between her legs but rolled away to the draw by his bed, blindly fumbling around until he found one. He frowns when she moves from where he left her to find her in the middle of his bed. Crawling towards her, he used his teeth to tear the packet, pulling the condom out to roll it on his aching cock.

He resettles himself between her legs. “I’ll try… to go easy.”

He watched her hands rub along her slit and circle her clit. “I’m not fragile, Ran.”

He groans, “don’t – don’t say that. I don’t want to scare you away…” he rubs the tip of his cock against her slits, “if you can’t tell, Y/n, this isn’t going to be a one-time thing… I probably should have told you that but too late now. No turning back.” He slips the bulbous head past her folds, feeling the tightness. “Relax, baby…”

Ran didn’t know if she liked those endearing names, but he didn’t just say it to anyone.

He kept his eyes on her; this was about her. Her eyes were closed, teeth clenching down on her lower lip. He was about to stop pushing, not even making past the entrance of her divine walls, when she widened her legs, pushing her pelvis towards him.

Ran fell onto one elbow when the tip of his cock came in contact with her soft, warm walls. He was going to nut into the condom any second now before he could even fit his whole cock in.

“More,” she whispers, “more, Ran.”

He sheaths his entire length inside her until he can go no further. Her chest arches off the bed, and he takes this moment to allow her to adjust.

There are many things Ran takes pride in; one of them is the size of his cock. He knows he’s big. Large. Top of the line.

And he knew how to use it well too.

He rolls his hips slowly, and a soft moan escapes her lips.

Her legs shift alongside his torso, accepting him deeper. “Ran… Ran, you feel so good….”

His pace quickens, and he drops his weight onto her, caging her in and beneath him.

Forever, if he had it his way.

Fuck, he wasn’t ever going to have enough.

Y/n cups his face, bringing his mouth to hers in a soft kiss.

His hips pounded into her, lewd skin-on-skin slapping echo his room with their noise.

Ran has never had such an intimate kind of sex before. It was always a fuck. Just sex.

He sounded crazy and knows he’s crazy… but this was more than just sex.

“Fuck… this is so good… so fucken good…”

Y/n nods her head, a moan echoing off her lips. “Ran… I’m so close….”

“Me too, baby….” One hand reaches between their bodies, and he rubs her sensitive nub, bringing her to the peak. “Cum, Y/n, cum for me baby…”

Her nails dig into his biceps, body shuddering in bliss. “Ran!”

Ran snaps his hips hard twice before stilling, shaking in his release. He groans her name hotly into her ear, squishing her to the mattress.

Her breath fans his ear, and he quivers again when he feels her hands feathering down his back.

Immediately, he lifts his weight off her so he’s not squishing her. “Sorry…” he shifts onto one elbow, running a hand through his hair.

He’s at a loss for words.

Usually, he leaves for the bathroom and cleans up, which is the cue for the woman to leave.

But he doesn’t want her to leave, let alone he doesn’t want to pull out yet.

Ran blushes at her gaze on him, “I hope… you’re okay.”

Her finger traces the Bonten insignia tattoo on his neck, then the tattoo on his shoulder and chest. “It was phenomenal, Ran.”

His heart was about to burst out of his chest.

“Ran,” she pulls him back, “I… I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, yes, sorry,” he sits back and then gets distracted by seeing them intimately connected.

And he feels his cock twitch.

He didn’t want to pull out.

“I promise… I’ll come back.” She assures with a smile.

How was she so perfect?

“Sorry…” he mutters, slowly withdrawing. He groans when he pulls out completely, instantly missing the tightness of her walls.

“Oh,” Y/n whispered, shifting herself onto her elbows, distracted.

They were both looking at the mess they made.

A real mess.

The condom… broke… torn as the tip of his cock was fully exposed.

His eyes shift to her wet pussy, and he swallows the lump in his throat at the sight of his cum oozing out.

Internally, a wave of panic surged through him. It wasn’t solely due to the intimate connection they had just shared but rather his apprehension about how she would respond. However, her laughter abruptly snapped him out of his daze; he found himself gazing at her, a perplexed expression adorning his face.

“Don’t worry; I’ll get the pill later.” She sits up and wraps a hand around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Would it be so bad if I was to get pregnant, though?”

. . .

Tag: I know this isn't your usual Haikyuu... but I'm going to tag you anyways cause I miss ya'll.

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Not really a good writer but whatever. bit out of character maybe.

(Some aidlyn food for the soul)

Bail

"Aiden, I'm gonna fall again!"

"You're not gonna fall, be confident!"

"Alright- I'm confident I'm gonna fall off this stupid thing!"

Ashlyn flapped her arms, desperately trying to regain her balance. She couldn't believe she'd let Aiden rope her into learning how to skateboard- she'd fallen on her ass more times than she could count in less than an hour, and she was pretty sure her tailbone was starting to bruise. At the very least, the skatepark was totally abandoned, so there were no witnesses to her repeat failures. Besides Aiden, of course.

She felt herself tilting forward, squeezing her eyes shut and raising her arms to block the fall, but it never came.

"Ah, gotcha!"

She blinked slowly, still disoriented from the sudden movement. Aiden's hands were tight around her elbows, the tip of his shoe jammed between the wheels. He smiled at her, the sunlight bouncing off his hair and his white teeth making him look even more boyish than usual. "Almost face-planted there, haha."

His head was inclined towards her, making his face a little too close for her own comfort. She looked away, her knees shaking. "You couldn't have caught me all those other times?"

"I didn't think you'd fall that much! You're so good at everything, I thought...", he trailed off, eyes flicking to the ground. "Sorry, we can stop the sesh."

Something bubbled up in her chest, indignation, maybe, or her own wounded pride. "No, actually, I think I'm getting it, let's keep going."

He stared at her, in a very particular way that almost made her feel transparent, like he was calling her bluff, like he could see right through her bullshit. "Are you sure? Your arms are kinda..."

She was pale, and she bruised easily, but the mottled skin was partially hidden by her freckles. "I'm fine. I've got a helmet."

It wasn't her helmet, but Aiden never wore his anyway. If she was going to keep this up, though, she should probably invest in a new one. There was a dent in the back, and she didn't really want to wear a helmet that had "Brain Bucket" scrawled on the side.

"Well, alright...do I need to explain it again?"

She thought about the time Aiden had told her he'd cracked his skull when trying to do an acid drop and wondered if the problem lied not with her, but her teacher. "Mm...yeah, if you don't mind."

He took her hand -a little spark running up her fingertips at the contact- and helped her off his board. "Right, so first, pick your stance. You seemed to prefer regular, but you can try goofy too, that's how I ride."

She couldn't help but snicker. It was so like Aiden to ride his board in the most uncomfortable looking way ever. "Hm! Regular is fine."

He nodded, helping her up, his leg out in case the board shot out from under her feet and shot off to crash against a rail. Which had already happened. Twice.

Easy...just relax and balance yourself.

She let out a shaky sigh, and to her delight, she was only slightly unsteady. "Hey, I'm-!"

She clamped her mouth shut when she felt Aiden's hands settle around her waist. "Try to align your feet over the trucks."

The only trucks she knew were the kind you drove, but she shifted her weight around, watching Aiden's face, until his eyes brightened and she assumed she'd gotten it right. She was finding it hard to concentrate, Aiden was a touchy guy, sure, but he'd never just grabbed her waist before. His fingers felt cold, even through her tank-top, even in the summer heat. Her cheeks slowly colored, a pretty shade of rose, which was mercifully hidden by her sunburn.

He laughed, a mischievous-looking smirk spreading across his face. "There you go! Did you just need me to hold on to you?"

He made it sound stupid and flirty at the same time, and she fought the urge to push him away because otherwise she was going to eat shit again. Her pride did not overrule her own tolerance to pain. "Whatever, shut up."

He let go of her waist, before quickly latching one hand on her arm. "Okay, so- don't tiptoe, I've seen you do that, you keep losing your balance like that. Put your weight on the front part of your feet."

Force of habit. Maybe it was too much ballet.

Slowly, very slowly, she pointed her left foot frontwards, the right firm against the deck. Aiden tentatively untangled their fingers, only the pad of his thumb brushing against her knuckles. "That wasn't too hard, was it?"

Smartass.

She scowled at him. "You can't talk too much, Mr. I-broke-my-arm-doing-an-airwalk."

He just laughed even more.

She scoffed, pulling her hand away from his. She put her foot against the asphalt to push herself forward. "See? Easy as-!"

The board shot forward, knocking her off her feet. "GAH-!"

"Ash!"

Aiden rushed forward to catch her, seizing her wrist and tugging her towards him. He tumbled backward as she crashed into his chest, hitting the ground with a dull thud. "Agh- shit...!"

She moved her hand to rub her head, only to be met with the hard plastic of the helmet. Well, now she knew why it was called a brain bucket- it felt like the organ was being rattled around in her skull, like a pile of shells or stones in a child's pail.

"Ash-! Are you alright?"

She let out a groan before opening her eyes, immediately started by the blood red of Aiden's contacts being so close to her. They were very close. She could see all the little details that she usually never paid any attention to- the almost purplish color to his skin around his sunken-in eyes, a lock of black hair curling over his ear, the only survivor of his constant bleaching, even the scar on his chin from playing with a pocket knife.

And his mouth. His mouth was extremely distracting.

"Um, Ash? Did you get a concussion or something?"

You want to kiss him.

The realization hits her with a dull terror.

Oh, crap, I want to kiss him.

Not even her sunburn can hide the mortifying shade of red that spreads across her face, and her hands are a poor substitute. She mumbles incoherently into her palms, her skin tingling from the heat radiating off her skin.

"Ashlyn...? I...What's happening right now?"

"..."

"...I...Can you say that again?"

I'm gonna kill him.

"...you...hh...mouth..."

Making sentences is hard.

"Did you hurt your mouth? Should I check it?"

Imagining Aiden touching her lips, his eyes roving carefully for any cut or bruise, makes it almost a thousand times worse.

"...!!!"

She peeks at him between her fingers, big forest-green eyes gleaming, almost magnetically drawn towards his own mouth. He follows her gaze, before stopping abruptly.

"Oh."

Oh, indeed.

"...Ash, would you let me...?"

He sounds so earnest. It makes her stomach feel weird, like there's a gaping maw inside her, or a hive full of crawling insects. Nothing pleasant like in the movies, unless butterflies in your belly were supposed to make you throw up.

She nods.

"Um...it's a little hard with your hands on your face," he says, not unkindly.

She closes her eyes, because she feels like she'll lose any semblance of bravery if she looks at him, and lets her arms hang loosely by her sides.

First, she feels the exhale of his breath on her lips, and then, a very soft, slight pressure on her mouth. Somehow, it feels exactly like a kiss, and yet, nothing like one. She doesn't respond, because she doesn't know how. The experience is quite neutral, made positive-leaning by the fact that it's Aiden that is kissing her.

Then he pulls away. "Um...sorry, I'm not really good at this stuff..."

Her eyes flutter open. He looks flustered, a pink hue bleeding into his cheeks.

"I mean, I've done it a few times, and every time it was super awkward-"

She purses her lips into a flat line, arching a single brow.

"-! Not that this was awkward or anything! I liked it- I mean, if you liked, I liked it-"

She watches him dig himself deeper into this hole of his own making.

"...I gotta teach you how to bail."

"...what's that?"

"A way to step off your board safely when you mess up a trick."

"But I don't know any tricks."

He sighs, runs his fingers through his bangs. "I know, but if you keep falling off and into me, I might spend more time kissing you than teaching you."

A small smile curves her lips. Well, one of those things interests her far more than the other, but he doesn't need to know which is which.

#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon) #school bus graveyard #aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #aiden x ashlyn #if you saw this no you didn't #ooc probably

[chellestrash]

Private Matters

Chapter III (18+)

Cam Boy! Frank Castle x Female Reader

Story summary: After stumbling upon a cam website one night you quickly discover your favorite streamer. Unable to get the thoughts and images of him out of your mind you decide to become a supporter and the two of you grow closer to each other over time. Things get complicated when your close friend, neighbor and crush decides to express his feelings for you.

Chapter summary: You decide to distract yourself with work as an attempt to distract your mind form the events of the previous day but Frank Castle won’t let you focus on anything that’s not him. He has a question, and needs an answer. What will you do?

Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, solo play,  teasing, mention of sex toys

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Okay chapter III is here! I want to apologize for how long it took me to get this part out. I guess writers block and also life just happens and sometimes its a bit more dificult to find time to sit down and focus on writing, but im glad I managed to find that time and u hope you'll all enjoy this. Thank you my sweet @chelseasdagger for proofreading this and deeling with my whining.

The next morning brings some form of comfort, at least until the memories of last night's events begin to slowly come back to you. You stretch under the covers with a quiet yawn and sigh softly before the sudden realization strikes you out of nowhere.

“Noooooooo.”

You cry out, hiding your face in your hands, as you pull your legs up to your chest with a grunt. It doesn't help, and you feel yourself cringing at your own thoughts, memories, and yesterday's choices before attempting to find something else to focus on.

“It's fine.”

You mumble to yourself before throwing the covers off.

“It's fine.”

You reassure yourself once more, abandoning the sweet, warm comforts of your bed, leaving yourself with not much of a choice but to attempt to take on the day. Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you quickly check one more thing your brain kindly chooses to remind you of.

The email notification from the night before. The email from the site. From him. He didn't take the money, choosing to send it back since the session didn't necessarily…end the way it was supposed to. With an “I guess there's that” attitude, you push your fingers through your hair and rub your hand over your forehead.

“Okay.”

Throwing your phone on the bed, you decide to let this become a problem for later and figure out everything you had to do today before it was time to head over to work.

***

At the bar, once again, you prepare for your shift in one of the rooms in the back. While figuring out your hair situation, one of your close work friends enters the room. You immediately feel a bit better, knowing you'd get to work with someone you actually enjoy being around this time.

“How you holding up?”

She asks, addressing the situation that unfortunately took place at the bar the day prior.

“Oh, I'm okay, thanks.”

You smile softly before shrugging gently.

“Not the first, not the last time.”

You explain and she shakes her head.

“I know, but that's fucked.”

She states and you nod, agreeing with her.

“Yeah, fucking men.”

You roll your eyes and she chuckles.

“Yeah…well…about that?”

You feel her poking your side with her elbow and look at her slightly confused.

“What?”

“What…are you gonna tell me about the knight in shining armor or…?”

“Frank?”

“See, I didn't even have to say it, you immediately thought about him.”

You breathe out a little laugh through your nose and shake your head.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, so there IS something.”

She pokes your side again, excited, and you smack her hand away jokingly.

“There is no something there, nothing there!”

“Alright! Okay, okay, don’t tell me then, but he has a thing for you…and you have a thing for him!”

She makes sure you hear her before dodging the hoodie you throw at the door before slipping out of the room.

Shaking your head, you sigh loudly, smiling, partially at the interaction and partially at the thought of Frank having…a thing…for you.

You finish up quickly and follow your friend to the main room, getting behind the bar as you get ready for another work day, Frank still on your mind, a small smile on your face.

***

The shift is slow, the hours drag one after the other, and you can slowly begin to feel the events of the past few days catching up with you. The emotions' adrenaline of both the almost-bar-fight and the awkward situation that occurred at your place later that night slip away, and you feel the sudden, overwhelming exhaustion.

“This seat taken?”

You sigh, relieved, turning around with a big smile on your face, your eyes immediately searching for his.

“Don't think so, why?”

You tilt your head and squint softly, teasing him slightly as you attempt to mimic his mannerisms.

“Ahhh, just thought I'd hang out here, keep you company?”

He suggests, and you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I look like I need company?”

You ask, your eyebrows pull together, your hip pushes out to the side slightly.

“I mean…"

Frank looks around the bar, eyes glancing over the many empty chairs, tables and booths.

“Shut up.”

You don't let him finish, and he chuckles loudly, dropping his head and shaking it slowly.

“It's a slow day.”

You shrug and explain as you finish polishing another glass.

“Maybe that's a good thing?”

Frank asks, and you agree, having him now right here insured you that the day would be far more entertaining than you first thought.

“Maybe it is.”

You wipe your hands on the bar uniform, resting your arms on your hips before glancing back up at the man sitting in front of you. His pretty face, dark hair and eyes, the dark navy blue, almost black shirt with the sleeves rolled up half the way. His arms resting on the counter, his frame taking up just so much space.

“Right, what can I get you, sweetheart.”

You tease in a sweet voice and smirk at the way he glares at you after hearing the pet name.

“The usual?”

***

Frank keeps you company as the evening slowly passes by, staying at the bar for most of your shift. He asks a couple of times, needing to make sure he’s not really bothering you, but you assure him that having someone to entertain you instead of staring at a wall for hours is, believe it or not, a good thing. With the slow traffic at the bar and not a lot happening in general throughout weekdays, you spend the majority of your shift talking to Frank and at the same time attempting to avoid your friend’s “I told you” glare.

“So, been sleeping okay?”

He asks, and you shift your attention back to him.

“Hmm? Oh!”

You watch him take another sip from the beer bottle and your eyes linger at his Adam’s apple for a bit too long.

“You telling me I look tired, Castle?”

You push your hip out to the side a bit, your hands crossed in front of your chest, fighting off the quiet chuckle as you watch his confused expression.

“Really?”

“What?”

“You’re gonna pull that card, huh?”

He glances up at you, the beer bottle still in his hand, his eyes jumping around your face.

“Maybe…”

“Yeah?”

He tilts his head to the side, squinting softly.

“Or maybe not…”

He scoffs before taking another sip, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head softly before walking off to take care of another customer.

“So…you doing okay? After…yesterday?”

Frank asks, sounding genuinely concerned, after you walk back to him.

“I am pretty tired, actually.”

You explain after a moment and watch the expression on his face change. His features soften, but he looks concerned at the same time, worried?

“Something happened?”

He attempts to find the answer out, but you shake your head with a little smile, unable to even begin to think about trying to explain to him what you put yourself through the night before.

“Nothing serious, just, been dealing with my own irresponsibility lately.”

That feels like an appropriate way to summarize your situation.

“Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You feel your insides double over and your heart skip a few beats, the whiplash of the last time you heard that word hitting you harder than you could've expected.

“No it’s fine, it’s okay I’ll… I’ll handle it, don’t worry…just”

You wave your hand around, signaling you’d prefer to move on with the topic now, quickly getting busy with another task you suddenly had to get done. Frank watches you for a moment, sipping on the beer as he visibly battles with something on his mind.

“So…”

You start.

“What’s happening up there?”

“Hmm?”

He asks, raising his eyebrows as you suddenly pull him out of his thoughts, nodding in his direction. The question acts as a distraction, but at the same time you're genuinely intrigued about what's on his mind.

“Shit, okay…”

He sighs loudly and sits up straight, setting the empty bottle off to the side.

“Okay, listen…”

You smile and lean on the counter in front of him.

“I-I-I..."

He shrugs.

"I don't want you thinking I'm trying to...add to everything you have going on."

“Oh, you’re fine.”

You smirk, trying to get him to relax a bit more, once you notice he actually does seem softly tense.

“Right…was thinking maybe…”

Frank starts, shrugging softly and looking off to the side before turning his face back to look at you. You watch as he struggles to get his words out with a gentle smile, amazed by the fact of how nervous he looks. The sight in front of you contrasts so vividly with the Frank Castle people around both you and him knew, you chuckle softly and smile a bit bigger.

“You can just tell me.”

“Yeah, I don't know, just...”

He shrugs again, squinting and titling his head to the side some before finally finishing the question.

“Maybe you wanted to grab a beer together sometime?”

His eyes focus on your face, trying to predict your reaction, and you feel your stomach tensing up with the sudden wave of excitement. All the little hints you thought you've been noticing, the way he'd act around you, the way he made you feel, or even just talk to you. How he'd take time out of his day to spend it with you, ask about your things, genuinely worry and maybe care about you as well? All those things bounce around your mind right now as you attempt to get it through your head that Frank Castle might actually feel something for you, and you haven't been just imagining things.

“Like…here?”

“Wherever you want.”

“So, like a date?”

He freezes, swallowing hard like the word is something he was trying to somehow avoid in case it would scare you off.

“Like a date.”

He confirms quickly. You quickly glance over at your friend, and she looks away from the two of you, not very effectively pretending like she wasn't just staring at you both, attempting to decipher the situation, before turning back to look at Frank again.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I'd like that.”

"Yeah?"

He asks quietly, the subtle raise of the corner of his lips indicating a smile.

"Yeah!"

You agree enthusiastically, not even attempting to hold back the big, bright smile and Frank immediately sits up a bit, taking a big breath in before nodding back with that little pout he does.

“Alright…good."

He clears his throat, taking another sip from the bottle.

"So we'll just..."

"Oh, we can just work out the details later?"

You suggest and he agrees.

"That works."

"Good!"

"Good."

"Alright I should...."

Frank starts after checking the time, probably for the first time since he got here earlier that day.

He points his thumb behind himself, over his shoulder, without finishing the sentence.

“Oh, yeah!"

“Just…have some shit to deal with.”

“Yeah sure!”

You reassure him with a smile, grabbing the empty beer bottle before handing him back his money.

"It's on the house."

You explain in response to his confused expression.

"Shit, really? Damn... I mean, if I knew that before...would've asked you out already."

He can't help but smile, allowing himself to relax at the sound of your laugh.

"Fuck you, Castle."

"I mean..."

"Right, get out!"

***

You spend most of the rest of the day, after the shift, with your work friend. Filling her in on the talk with Frank, not really getting much more than “I told you” as a response. You finish up the shift, then grab a couple drinks together. You stay in contact with Frank throughout the evening, both of you finally deciding that today probably won't necessary work for the date and settling on catching each other some time tomorrow. There's a slight bit of relief when you realize you don't have to stress over the meeting, at least for a couple more hours. Because no matter how well you know Frank and how close you two are as friends, there's still that uneasy feeling you'll somehow manage to mess this up. You can't help it, Franks older than you and quite a bit actually, not too much to make it weird but, it's not something that goes unnoticeable. You've been dating guys here and there on and off for some time, but it was never really someone you cared about even slightly as much as you cared about Frank. You were friends before there were any sorts of feelings, so the possibility of risking a good friendship, like this one, was not one you could look past without worrying about it.

"Shit."

You mumble quietly, slowly pushing yourself up to sit up on your couch.  A loud sigh follows, expressing your frustrations, before you reach for your phone.

“It'll be fine.”

A text from your friend followed up by

“We’ll think of something if you'll fuck it up.”

You breathe out a little laugh and respond with an “Oh, thanks,” before expressing your worries in another message. Instructed not to do anything else today but attempt to relax, you rest your head against the back of your couch, closing your eyes for a moment just to cut yourself off from your surroundings, at least for a moment.

With your eyes closed, and your body attempting to relax, your brain quickly follows, your mind slowly slipping back into the more pleasant parts of the last couple of days. With your life occupied mostly by work lately, your brain escapes to the parts of those days that helped ease your tired body.

You feel your insides tensing up some as the images of certain live streams play back in your head. The now familiar shot of the camera, the broad shoulders, big arms and thighs. And those, those god-damn sounds that your brain couldn't possibly avoid even if you wanted it to. You don't. The praises you heard through the computer speaker work well with the confidence boost that is your neighbor, and friend you've been crushing on for a while, asking you out.

***

You feel your computer mocking you as it suggests the site just moments after you open the internet browser.

“Okay.”

You mumble with an eye roll before clicking on the suggested search.

“Smartass.”

Today's live stream already happened a bit earlier, and you realize you missed that opportunity. After checking the available schedule, you realize there's an opening between a few private sessions planned for later in the night. You're not sure if it's because of the slight boost of confidence, the images your brain keeps relaying in your head, the anxiety of the planned date or your need to get rid of the awkwardness of what happened in your session yesterday, but after checking your bank account and the money return one more time, you choose to book another session.

Sitting back on your couch again, you let out a loud sigh, unable to tell if you feel relieved or even more anxious at that point.

Going through a couple clips from today's stream, you feel yourself relaxing slightly as the time of your scheduled meeting approaches slowly. The coaching, pet names and praises, even if not directed at you in the clips, work their magic in a very convincing way and you once again feel yourself falling under “The Punisher’s” spell.

It's too late to scold yourself at this point. You can tell how your body reacts to him, you feel silly for it still, but the need for reassurance before a date with a guy you're trying to impress towers over the feeling of your stomach falling into a bottomless pit.

***

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You suddenly feel the need to scream into a pillow until your neighbors file a noise complaint.

“Saw the username, didn't know what to think. Thought I'd scared you off last time.”

He remembers.

You immediately feel your cheeks, your whole face getting hotter as he continues to speak.

“You got the money back right, sweetheart? Thought it was only fair since we…didn’t really get to make you feel good.”

He continues, and you feel your legs pushing together slightly at the deep, raspy sound of his voice.

“You wanted to try again? Hmm?”

Your eyes jump to his pretty hands once he runs them up and down his thighs.

“You there, Sweetheart?”

“I'm here.”

You text in the chat again, and hear that quiet chuckle, which makes you want to see his face even more now than ever.

“There she is. Still just chat?”

He asks, his thumb slowly brushing over the bulge in his sweatpants.”

“We’ll see.”

You send the message and watch his fingers pause for a moment as he reads it out.

“Attagirl, look at you.”

The praise, once again, makes you feel like your body is slowly beginning to melt through the cushions of the couch.

“Would love to hear you.”

He mentions, sliding down a bit lower on the chair before pushing his legs open slightly.

“Maybe you will.”

You answer in the chat, following his lead as you sit slightly lower on the couch and spread your legs open.

“My lucky day, huh?”

You don't answer this time, instead focusing on the movements of his hands, how he pushes them up and down his thighs again before wrapping his fingers over the bulge in his pants, remembering what you wanted him to do last time.

“Just this again, sweetheart? That enough for you?”

You confirm in the chat, knowing it was probably the safest option and if he were to do something a bit more intense, you would probaby-

His grunt pulls you back, as if he knows you started to slip, but you quickly focus back on the image on your laptop screen.

“Shhhit.”

You whisper, quickly pulling your pants down and tossing them off to the side, deciding to touch yourself over the fabric of your underwear.

“Can you talk to me?”

You quickly type out in the chat, struggling for a moment to write the message while keeping your other hand between your legs.

“Talk to you, baby? Hmm? You just want to hear me?”

His words ring out in your ears, his palm cupping his bulge over the fabric.

“What if I want to hear you too, baby? Hmm? How is that fair?”

Humming quietly at his question, you consider it, glancing over at the little light on your computer, the one indicating whether your microphone is on or off. You know it's just teasing, he's doing his job, probably doesn't even mean it, but it doesn't change the fact of how the words make you feel.

“Okay…tell you what.”

He starts again after a moment.

“Can you let me know you can hear me, sweetheart? Hmm? Can you do that?”

You pull yourself up, hitting the keys as fast as possible before sending the message.

“Good girl, okay.”

He praises, wrapping his hand tighter around himself.

“How bout, we have some fun, huh?”

You watch him reach out for something out of view.

“You got anything that can help you feel good, baby?”

The question makes you immediately glance over in the direction of your nightstand, your mind going to the vibrator hidden in one of the drawers.

“Maybe.”

Is your answer in the chat, and he chuckles.

“You want to get it? Mind if I use this? Hmm?”

He asks, holding the object up to the camera, making sure you're able to see it. You whine out quietly, your eyes on the silicon cock sleeve in front of you on the screen of your laptop.

“Jesus…”

You mumble, typing out the response, letting him know you definitely didn't mind it whatsoever.

“Okay, okay good. Let's get you feeling good then, hmm?”

He mumbles after a moment, pulling the sweatpants down and exposing his black boxers. They're pulled down low, tight around his big thighs, the fabric straining between his legs. You bite down on your lip, feeling the blood rushing between your legs, the warmth spreading all over your body as you watch him touch himself over the fabric, pushing his hips up against his hand.

He hums quietly and so do you, brushing your fingers against yourself over your panties.

It takes you a moment, but you quickly stand up and run over to your nightstand, grabbing the vibrator before returning to the laptop.

You watch him cup himself over the fabric for another moment, fingers tight around his cock now. He grunts, pulling the boxers down some more before pausing for a second.

“You with me? Hmm.”

You confirm quickly, dying to see those boxers come off. Your heart pounding, your legs pressing together, your fingers digging into your thigh as you wait to see him.

“Yeah? You like what you're seeing?”

You roll your eyes at the question, letting yourself relax some more. Sitting back on the couch a bit more comfortable, you hold the vibrator up between your legs, your eyes glued to the screen as you watch the fabric slide lower and lower before finally, his cock springs out of the black boxers, and you hit the switch on your vibrator at the same time.

The grunt following him sliding the sleeve onto his cock makes you feel like your stomach ties into a knot, and you take a deep, shaky breath in. Your hand hovering over the microphone button as you rethink this again. The slow, raspy grunts as he moves the sleeve up and down his length finally cancel out the anxiety, and you hit the button.

He doesn't notice it at first. You press the vibration against yourself and feel your body tensing up at the sensation for another moment, before you decide to pull the fabric off to the side.

“Mmmmmm, fuck.”

You can't help the words slipping past your lips, and you watch him freeze on the screen for a second, just like he did the last time. The quiet, rumbly sound now comes out of the speakers of his own computer as he decides if he should let you know or not.

“Hey…sweetheart? Don't…don't get upset.”

He starts softly, and you pull the toy away, eyes on the screen, waiting for him to continue.

“Think your mic is on."

You don't reply.

"You...you want it off?”

There's a pause, neither of you talk for a moment.

“I want it on.”

You speak up, your voice a bit higher than it'd normally be.

“Atta-fucking-girl! Look at you, getting brave, are we? Let's go, sweetheart, let's make you feel good."

***

“So what made you buy the session again? Felt bad for leaving me hanging the last time?”

You chuckle quietly, watching his chest move with big, deep breaths, your own chest rising and falling faster than usual as you both attempt to calm down after what just took place.

“I just…have a date soon. I guess I'm…kinda anxious, I just wanted to…feel good, not think about it."

You watch how his body relaxes when you start talking, his fingers brushing over his thighs slowly, the muscles in his arms now softer. Not as refine as when he stroked his cock for you just minutes before.

“Alright, that someone you like?”

He asks, and you feel your cheeks getting warmer again. Talking about this with a person you barely know feels dumb, but at the same time, he seems so comforting, so understanding.

“Yeah, I do, I want it to go well, I just think I might fuck it up.”

“Hey, you know what I think?”

You don't answer and he continues.

“Think you're gonna go on that date, have fun, and the guy will be fucking lucky to have you there, yeah?”

You can't fight back the small smile appearing on your face.

“You think?”

“Damn right, I do, sweetheart!”

You laugh again and so does he.

“I mean listen, if he'll get to hear half of the things you let me hear today…shit.”

“Okay, but you HAVE to say that.”

You interrupt.

“Oh, you don't know that!”

He cuts you off, laughing some again.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don't.”

You push your legs together, letting yourself relax now, the conversation helps a lot more than you thought it would in the first place.

“It'll be good, you got it…just be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Thanks for this-”

You start, but he cuts you off quickly.

“No, no, no sweetheart, thank you.”

You breathe out a little laugh, shaking your head slowly.

“I should go.”

You mention after checking the time, the session about to end.

“Yeah…well listen…”

You pause, eyes glued to the screen.

“I’ll miss seeing you in the chat if the date goes well.”

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Yoo I have two request which I’ll send the other one separately but I am in an ANGSTY mood rn sooo yah also been binging ur headcanons and stuffs and I just love the way you write ?? It’s so entertaining lol

AnywY the actual request: can you write like a one shot or headcanons if you prefer of mc who is struggling after the belphie incident ?? Like they feel like they’ve mostly forgiven him and can act normally around him and they’re friends and take naps together but sometimes the flash back just HITS THEM and they have nightmares and panic attacks that can be so bad sometimes someone needs to get Simeon to calm them down. Maybe something of how the brothers react/treat mc and belphie? Idk I’m just thirsting for like MEGA ANGST rn bc my dad made me cry little bit lmao 😭

it comes at night

hello anon! i'm terribly sorry you're in such an angsty mood, though i thank you for all the love-- and for sending this request right as these ideas were on the front of my mind. it genuinely makes me so happy to see people enjoying my work, and it makes all the writer's block and such worth it. i cannot express enough how much i love seeing all the comments, reblogs, etc. as people engage with my work.

anyways. i'm not sure how i feel about this piece, especially with how LONG it ended up being, but maybe that's just my mushy brain talking after looking at it too long. regardless-- i hope you enjoy (well, y'know, in like a sad and angsty way).

synopsis: you thought you would be able to move on like all the others. your body was healed, your anxiety tucked neatly behind a mental wall built to keep you safe. yet something in you was stuck. you couldn't just move on. you were trapped in a battle between your friendship with belphegor and the fear gnawing at your brain as you remembered what exactly he did to you. when the dam finally breaks, your whole brain floods with terror, until you're swept away with it. nobody can save you now.

genre: angst, no happy end, just a big ol spoonful of sadness

word count: ~3.1k

content warnings: chapter 16 spoilers, graphic(?) discussions of death, depictions of panic attacks, nightmares, mc progressively getting worse from fear + lack of sleep

it's funny how time works. 

you'd been around your fair share of years. you’d grown, you’d changed, you’d spent your entire life looking toward the future you had planned. then you, a mere human, were yanked into an unfamiliar world. you spent an entire year in the devildom– a year that simultaneously dragged on and flew by– and came out the other side a new person. a single year in the devildom has changed you more than the human realm has your entire life. time was a mischievous thing, always leaving you chasing behind in a fruitless pursuit of something you’ll never quite understand.

but, she also brings blessings with her. they say that time heals all wounds. you've always agreed with that sentiment. scraped knees and adolescent broken hearts are swept away with the passing days, trailing further and further behind you until one day you forget to look back and remember them. the pain scribbled down on diary pages or cried into pillow cases no longer stings like a fresh burn. these things are nothing but scars now. time has a special way of patching you up, of rubbing your back until the tears clear up and you can finally see again. that is how it's always been. 

where is time when you need it? 

she hasn't quite abandoned you, this much is true. cuts and bruises heal over the passing days. your hair and nails still grow. your body still changes, slowly but surely, marching onwards week after week. yet your mind is trapped in stasis. you struggle to break free, but at times the rot consumes you whole, until you’re crying under the covers and begging from respite from the memories. 

on the worst nights, you find yourself in the attic again, watching the door between you and belphegor swing open. you watch yourself march towards death.

you can still feel his hands around your neck, digging his claws into your fragile human skin like you're made of sand. the scent of blood-- your own blood, on the floors, on the walls, leaking from your torso and staining your clothes a permanent maroon-- still clings to the inside of your nose. even your wildest dreams could not erase the sight of his smug grin, the way his eyes lit up looking at your battered body.

no one person should have to carry the weight of realizing they're going to die. that's what you thought about when your body hit the bottom of the stairs, when belphegor tossed you down from the attic with a harsh laugh and punted your limp body into the entrance hall. you thought about how unfair this all was. you were just trying to help. you thought you were doing the right thing.

one of the worst parts of your untimely demise was watching the others react. the voices pool together in your head, like the colors of the rainbow twisting together on the surface of an oil spill. asmo's panicked shriek blends into satan's angry shouts, desperate to understand what's going on. lucifer's yelling almost drowns out the fearful cries coming from levi, held back by a very silent beel. 

but above all of that, you remember mammon. your first man, the first demon who took a chance on the defenseless little human, rushing to your side and gathering you in his arms like you were about to break. his hand on the side of your face, the tears streaming down his face, the shaky, desperate voice assuring you that you'll be okay and begging you to hang on, okay? please don't leave me. you can't remember if he was shaking or if it was your body's last ditch effort to stay conscious-- maybe both. your trembling fingers intertwined with his. words came out of your mouth, and you're not sure what exactly you said, but he only cried harder in response. 

and then, as your eyes shut for the final time, you woke at the bottom of the attic stairs. you had cheated death. 

your price? you had to carry the memories. 

the world kept spinning. days passed in the devildom. you returned to school, kept on top of your homework, spent your days in the house of lamentation alongside the seven demon brothers. you even got to know belphegor as he navigated his return home. he quickly grew fond of you. that, in and of itself, was jarring. but you returned each and every smile with one of your own. his actions were rooted in his own grief for his sister, you knew, and for that you could not fault him. you helped him repair the severed relationships between him and his elder siblings, stitching the family back together like a prized quilt until the seams of betrayal were sufficiently hidden. 

time is a traitorous bitch. why did she choose now to leave your wounds bare and bleeding?

everyone moved on but you. everyone got to wake up in the mornings without a nagging anxiety holding them back. the others could hang out with belphegor day in and day out without a growing feeling of dread popping up when you think you're safe. 

he killed you. he was grieving. your blood drenched the entryway floors as he laughed. he has grown. you watched the light leave mammon's eyes as you slipped away. belphie has been nothing but kind to you since that day. you fucking died. 

you wish your mind could pick a side. did you forgive him, or did you resent him? was he your friend, or your killer? these answers evaded you in the dead of night as you struggled to sleep again. it was becoming more common for you to lose hours of rest to these nagging fears. who are you? are you even you anymore? did the switch in timelines scatter your atoms across countless universes, leaving the you that looks back at you in the mirror nothing more than a hollow shell? 

you thought that you could keep your mind on a tight leash, keep your cards close to your chest as you continued to live with the brothers. you were wrong.

the first meltdown came during a nap with belphie. you had grown to trust him-- you thought you trusted him-- enough to sleep around him. he'd coax you every so often into an afternoon nap. always in the light of day, always your choice. and for many afternoons, you were perfectly content with this arrangement. belphie was warm and cuddly, a perfect companion for a lazy afternoon. he had this way of making you feel safe as you slept-- the nightmares couldn't come when he was snuggled up next to you, when you were sure his actions were ones of affection and not another trick to gain your trust.

one afternoon, while the sun was beginning to set, you stirred under the warmth of the blankets. the body next to yours lingered close, steady breaths lulling you back to dreamland. you could stay like this forever, you thought.

and then you felt it. the gentle graze of a familiar cow tail against your skin.

something inside of you, a dam you didn't even know was there, snapped. a hot flash of panic rose up your throat as your whole body jerked away from the feeling. your eyes shot open and you found yourself in the last place you needed to be right now: the attic. you pulled yourself out of bed before your brain could catch up. colors flashed across your vision as a consequence. you whipped around, disoriented and upset, and spotted a sleeping belphie in the bed where you once were.

a sleeping, demon belphie.

the familiar curve of his horns made your throat spasm as you tried to breathe. the colors flashed in your vision again-- oh god, what a terrible time to be left defenseless-- as your brain tried to drag you back to that day. you could practically see his face shift from relief to malicious, insidious joy as he began to attack you.

"hehe... does it hurt? finding it hard to breathe? i'm sure it must be very unpleasant."

please. please no.

" i have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this... why, it's so much fun that i can barely stand it! i... i can't contain the laughter!"

you weren't quite sure when you hit the ground, but it was loud enough to wake belphegor from his slumber. he peeled his body off the mattress, slow and dazed, as he looked for you.

"mc? what're you... what's going on?"

please don't. this can't be happening.

your lungs collapsed from the weight of your own panic. you gasped-- once, twice, as your vision went in and out. were you bleeding? your hand loosely brushed at the front of your clothes, but couldn't process whether that was blood or your vivid imagination. were you even breathing? your head felt light and heavy at the same time. the wires in your brain were all crossed, sending both resuscitation and shutdown signals to each part of your body. this feeling... this was too familiar.

were you dying?

"mc, what's going on?"

you came face to face with belphegor. your friend, your killer. the demon who had lured you up to this very attic to kill you, now gripping your shoulders as interrogated you inches from your face.

you screamed. you screamed until your brain shut off completely, leaving you in an inky pit of darkness as your consciousness slipped away.

the house was in disarray for several days. apparently, lucifer came in shortly after you passed out, mammon at his heels, to save the day. you woke up later in his bed, the room cold and empty, with a throbbing head and a tear stained pillow. you stumbled out into his office to find him at his desk, lost in some paperwork like always. the solemn look he gave you as your eyes met told you everything you needed to know.

from this day forth, your fear was now your constant companion.

nobody in the house of lamentation knew how to move forward. not you, not the brothers, not the widening gap growing between you all with each passing day spent in emotional limbo. finally, lucifer called everyone to a family meeting where, over the course of an hour or two, everyone came to an agreement to acknowledge what had happened and why, promised to be mindful of this trauma that you're carrying, and move forward like you requested.

silent days slowly but surely filled back up with laughter again. the brothers came back to your side at their own pace-- asmo first, within a matter of hours, then mammon shortly after, then the others in the following days.

belphegor was the last to come around. his silence spoke volumes about his guilt. he had no clue how to comfort you. he'd do anything to repent for his actions. yet that was the way that life worked, didn't it? some actions simply cannot be undone.

but you didn't let that stop you. despite the panic that closed your throat every time you saw him for the next month, you slowly earned his friendship again. you assured him that the attic incident was a one time thing, the remnants of a lost nightmare blending into your consciousness as you awoke.

until it wasn't a one time thing.

the nightmares crept up on you. the first one happened, of course, that same night, as you thrashed and wept into lucifer's pillows. then a week later, another. a week and a half after that, another. the frequency eventually became higher and higher, until you started planning your sleep schedule (or lack thereof) around your new insomniac tendencies. but even you couldn't manage to stay awake forever.

on a bad night, you'd wake up in tears, crying weakly to yourself as you tried to coax yourself back to bed. on worse nights, you'd shoot up out of bed, limbs tingling in fear, opting to spend the rest of the night in the common room until the others woke for the day. on the worst night, you finally broke. you shattered worse than you could have imagined.

you finally collapsed into bed, body shutting down after a three days of minimal sleep. you were starting to get shaky from the lack of rest, and your lack of appetite was upsetting the others. you crawled under the covers and let your brain slip out of your hands and off to dreamland.

what a fool you were to think you'd get by without nightmares.

visions of demonic teeth tearing at your flesh filled your head. you tried to run away, tried desperately to wake yourself up, but their claws sunk into your flesh. the pain was vivid, was real. memories of your death lived underneath your skin, ready to resurface in the dark of night when there was no escape. you fought back as best you could, kicking and screaming and trying to run, but you were no match for the supernatural strength of your demons. you eventually gave in, an act of learned helplessness, and surrendered yourself to your worst nightmares.

you woke up choking on your own tears. heaving, gasping breaths tried to save you, mixing with coughs as your body struggled to hang on. the tears finally gave way to the memories-- hot blood dripping from your torso, screaming faces begging you to stay, your head going fuzzy as your vision followed--and your screams escaped without a fight.

a mixed cacophony of voices came flooding in the room. you'd be touched by the gesture, seeking comfort in the arms of your dearest friends, if your brain hadn't reminded you that they were demons as well. nightmarish beasts with fangs and claws, predators built to rip your soft flesh from your bones and leave you to die like roadkill.

you felt a hand on your shoulder. who's was it? you could not tell. your first and only instinct was to scream for mercy, hot tears streaming down your face as mammon's hurt expression moved back out of your line of sight. your chest heaved with effort. it felt like your whole body was caving in on itself. you didn't even realize you were shaking as you curled your body into a ball. your side hit the mattress with a pathetic thud and you wept, bitter and fearful, as a panic attack kept you trapped in its grip.

you don't know how long you stayed curled up like that, wordless cries echoing from your room and into the hallway, but eventually the sound of approaching footsteps caught enough of your attention to forget the panic, even if just for a moment.

"hey, it's okay," a familiar, comforting voice approached, cutting through the fear like a moonlight on a stormy night. "mc, it's me, it's simeon. it's going to be okay."

you felt the bed shift under the weight of someone sitting down, and you blindly threw your body at the person before checking to see if it was really him. it took you a few moments to raise your head, and when you did, you saw him: simeon, your angel, blue eyes full of worry as he met your gaze.

you cried in his arms until you fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

the next morning was miserable, to say the least. breakfast was tense. they all watched you like a hawk, like you were a powder keg about to explode with one wrong move. you couldn't blame them. you were afraid of your own emotions, and on some level, you were afraid of them. your trauma was making you afraid of the very people you cared about the most. these brothers had welcomed you into their home, took care of you as you adjusted to life in the devildom, and yet you couldn't hold eye contact without breaking in to a cold sweat.

the only person who did not watch you was belphegor. he was nowhere to be found during breakfast, nor dinner, nor breakfast the following day. you tried to seek him out, but somehow the avatar of sloth had become a skilled sneak in his silence.

you finally caught him alone on day four of radio silence. you both had stayed home without realizing the other had also skipped school that day-- you, from the lack of sleep eating at your brain, and belphegor, with his usual routine of missing class to nap at the house of lamentation. he was curled up on the couch in the common room, basking in the warmth of the fireplace in his slumber. you decided to wait for him to wake up. you sat down on the couch opposite of the one where he rested and watched him, quietly, like he'd disappear if you dared to blink.

creepy? yes. but your brain was long ruined by sleep deprivation and gnawing anxiety to worry about such trivial things.

when he finally stirred, you gently called belphegor's name. he took a moment to finally look at the source of the voice, but when he did, his body froze as the two of you made eye contact. a few moments passed in silence. finally, he sat up and began to make a move to leave.

"wait."

he stopped, but his gaze did not meet yours. you rose from your seat and joined him on the couch. the youngest pulled his legs in, twisting his body into a defensive little ball, and countered your next sentence before you could even open your mouth.

"you shouldn't be here with me."

"i think i'm old enough to make decisions for myself."

he shifted uncomfortably in the silence. you spoke again.

"i miss you. and i'm sorry."

he scoffed to himself and stared at the fireplace. "don't know why you think you should be apologizing to me. i'm the one that's the problem."

"you're not a problem, belphie. i never meant to make you feel like one."

every hair on your body stood on end. your hands trembled against your wishes, so you sat on them to stay focused. you had to do this. you had to keep moving forward.

"i hurt you, mc. you're afraid i'm going to do it again."

you sighed-- it came out more shaky than you would have liked-- and looked down. how had it come to this? how had someone you'd grown to hold so dear become a stranger again?

"i don't want to stop being friends. i don't like when you avoid me."

"you still get nightmares, don't you?"

you pause. his icy gaze on the side of your head sent you into a cold sweat.

you smiled-- it felt more like a grimace, personally-- and prayed it didn't come across insincere. your fingers carefully intertwined with his. he met your gaze. you were thankful he couldn't see the way your chest tightened when you made eye contact. 

"i'm okay, belphie," you lied. 

this fear was going to be the death of you. 

#i cannot tell if this is good or not i've looked at it for hours #ask answer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me writing #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #obey me brothers #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me chapter 16 spoilers #otome

[azures-bazar]

Accommodating 

Re-uploading this one shot because I wanted to add some changes. I'm experiencing a massive writers block tho, my inspiration is gone (my new job is taking most of my mental energy away but I love it lmao)

Here is some SOFT!Arthur one-shot, again, because boy oh boy it makes me want to write a full story about him going through our current era lol

Don't mind his absolute child-like fascination for modernity, I mean... it's cool to see our tough cowboy happy, isn't it ?

Arthur Morgan x GenderNeutralReader 

Word count : 2.9k

Short summary : You make Arthur try some new technologies, and it’s quite funny to watch his large blue eyes gaze at them ! 

A/Note : I bought myself a galaxy projector not so long ago and wondered how Arthur would react lol. Don’t mind it ! 

Tags : cute, Arthur discovers modern things, mentions of Avatar, movie-watching, snacks, cute nicknames, cuddles, soft boah is in the modern world, men can also cry

A cowboy in the modern world… what a weird story to tell ! Arthur had been in your life for a few months already, slowly accommodating to your era. Sometimes, it was fun, sometimes it was almost scary, and, occasionally, it could be sad. You knew Arthur was an outlaw, a thirty-six, probably thirty-seven year-old man who had been abandoned on the top of a mountain, but he never really brought the subject to the table. In fact, on a few occasions, he would mourn the rest of his gang, he would mourn his friends he would never see again. You had done your best to cheer him up during his rather sad moments, but nothing could really fill that void. 

Arthur missed these folks, a few names were frequently mentioned : Hosea, John, Tilly, Charles, Sean and Lenny. Six people he would describe at times, probably the six people he missed the most from his former life. A father-figure, his siblings, his closest friends… he often wondered what happened to them, to these people becoming distant memories he could only mourn. As of 2023, even little Jack was gone. You wished you could do something, probably beg for Francis Sinclair to come back and drag all these people he mentioned to your time… but Francis was long gone, not even bothering about stepping by your place anymore.

You knew Arthur loved drawing stuff, so you bought him a set of sketchbooks for him to practice. He would hole himself in your now-shared room, sitting on the edge of your window or on your bed, spending about one or two hours sketching figures, animals or even sceneries which appeared to be from a very distant era, mixed with modern buildings and figures he came across while wandering in the streets with you. You often left him alone for him to enjoy his solitude, listening to some blues while sketching his discoveries before he would head to you and proudly show you some of his works. One of your walls had a full set of Arthur’s drawings framed and displayed to the eyes of any guest coming in. After all… it was art ! And nothing could make Arthur more happy than receiving compliments about his sketches he often disliked. 

Arthur still had some hard time getting used to a smartphone you had bought him as you thought it would be a good thing to keep in touch whenever you would be away from him. He nearly broke his phone’s screen twice, unable to understand why it would not switch on, struggling to send you correctly written texts. His large fingers did not help much, he would get easily frustrated by not selecting the right letter for his text. You absolutely adored each one of them, finding them incredibly cute by knowing how much Arthur wanted to do things like you. Sending a text usually took you a few seconds, whereas Arthur would roughly spend one minute writing a five-word sentence filled with typing mistakes, some of them being due to his autocorrector. 

"Im misqing yoi, Y/N !" was an almost daily message he would send you

At some point, you saw an add of a galaxy projector while scrolling on some social media, right after telling Arthur he would probably get a lot of followers if he decided, by miracle, probably, to create an account for himself. He was handsome, had some sweet-looking traits and could easily model for some alternative brands. He often said he would never do such thing, finding his face too ugly to be shown to anyone. How wrong he was, he was probably the most gorgeous-looking man you had ever met ! But, somehow, you did not want to encourage him to post pictures of himself. Social medias were a rather dangerous place for healing minds, and Arthur still needed time. Besides, he would probably not even be able to post anything due to his lack of ease using his digital keyboard ! 

You bought that lamp later that night, it got delivered quite fast. You carefully unpacked your new tool and quickly headed to your bedroom, followed by Arthur who had stopped reading a book about extinct species as he saw you wander around your place with this curious thing you held. You calmly placed the lamp on your bed, reading the instruction manual while Arthur touched it several times, not understand what the hell this little thing was and what was its purpose. 

"What’s that ?" Arthur asked 

"It’s a galaxy projector." you answered. 

"Why d’you need that ? Can’t you just look at ‘em stars from your window ?"

"Light pollution prevents it. These are often used to create a cute ambiance at home or to distract kids. Wanna give it a try ?" 

"Sure." 

Arthur sat on the bed as you switched all lights off, plugging your galaxy projector on, making a large blue and purple light come out of it, filled with laser dots representing stars. The background was moving a little, creating a wave effect which froze Arthur on place. He kept his head up, looking at your now star-covered ceiling. His surprised and mesmerised face was absolutely priceless ! His eyes were shining, his mouth remained half-open as he could not help but stare at these fake stars covering your ceiling. All his troubles were forgotten, making him return to a child-like state. It was such a beautiful thing to see ! 

"And it can also distract grown-ups." you smiled 

Your cowboy-roommate did not even react. His attention was completely focused on the ocean of fake stars he had above his head ! Of course, Arthur knew what a projector was. It would have been awesome to see his reaction if he had never seen such thing before, he would probably have been trying to catch these laser stars like a cat and look confused. But, at the moment, his reaction was pretty cute. 

You left Arthur alone in the room to buy a ready-made lunch at the local market. He had a phone and would call you whenever he would need your help, if he would get lucky enough to make his fingers touch the right icon on his screen. It only took you a few minutes to buy some finger food for the two of you to eat while watching a movie, you came back to find Arthur exactly where you had left him thirty minutes earlier, in the same position, with this same amazed facial expression blooming on his face. He was hypnotised by these lights enough to feel suddenly so lost as you opened the curtains of your bedroom. 

"Wh… what’s going on ?" he said, placing his large hand over his eyes. "Damn sunlight…"

"I brought us some food. You wanna watch a movie ?" 

"Yeah, why not ! Just… just let have my eyes back first, hun." 

Arthur rubbed his eyes and shook his head while you smiled. You absolutely loved listening to him giving you cute nicknames, such as hun, sweetheart, lovebug… even calling you boo, sometimes, after he heard about that nickname while watching TV. It took him a few more seconds to leave your bedroom, keeping his eyes partly closed until reaching your living room, helping you placing all the food on the table, still looking surprised you did not have any forks or knives to eat these carrots, chips, mozzarella sticks and cucumbers. He glanced at the chips and took one between his fingers. Since his arrival in your era, he had never seen or had the opportunity to taste chips !

"What’s that thing ?" he asked. "Is that really food ?"

"Oh, that’s a potato chip." 

"Really ? Just like fried potatoes ?" 

"Yeah, just like fried potatoes, but smaller and thinner. We can eat them for snacks or very random occasions. Try it !"

Arthur nodded, taking a bite of the chip before smiling and taking more of them into his large hand. You could not help but chuckle at his sudden addiction to salty treats, wiping away a few crumbs stuck in his three-day beard with the tip of your fingers. He turned shades darker and smiled, gently taking your hand and rubbing it with his thumb as you launched the movie. Avatar, by James Cameron. Back in a day, that movie had been vastly acclaimed for its large technological progress, and was still pleasant to be watched to this day. You would take Arthur to watch the second Avatar movie someday soon in case he liked the first one. 

"Are ‘em blue folks real ?" Arthur asked while pointing a Na’vi on screen

"No, they’re modelled with computers." you smiled, trying to explain Arthur about motion capture in the most easiest way. "Our technologies allow us to record actors and then modify their bodies thanks to computers to morph them into these blue folks, like you call them."

"Is there a planet called Pandora too ?" 

"I don’t know. Probably ? The universe in infinite, and we didn’t explore much yet." 

The gaze Arthur gave you was adorable. You could see his eyes shine with admiration, it was such a privilege to be able to witness an era which was more than one hundred years ahead of his time, despite its good and bad moments. You had tried your best to keep Arthur away from newspapers in order to help him remain in his rather innocent state of discovery, knowing that a simple glance at the news on TV would probably make him terribly sad and somewhat nostalgic of his own time. 

It was quite unexpected, but Arthur cried during the movie. He cried because of its overall beauty, the story appeared amazing to his eyes, the soft melodies and choirs chanting in background soundtracks moved him a lot. He loved the bioluminescent effect of some scenes, the overall atmosphere of the movie, not taking his eyes away from your TV while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, gently kissing your temple at times. He adored that, he adored this moment. Having you close to him while being fully taken into this movie made him forget about all his past troubles.

"D’you also have ‘em guns ?" he softly asked 

"Maybe… why ? You want one in case you’d come across blue people ?" 

"Mmmm… yeah. Jus’ in case. I miss my good ol' revolver, sometimes." 

You rested your head on his shoulder, somewhat amused by his sweet attitude. You would listen to his gasps, his soft squeals, his almost inaudible wows… you could not deny how adorable Arthur was. You could even hear him sniff, his chest trembling a little whenever a scene would be emotional enough to bring him to tears. Who would have thought Arthur could be so sensitive ? Those who knew him much more than you did. Hosea and Charles, for instance, and most probably John at some point, even Dutch. Just by looking at his drawings, you could have guessed he had a soft heart and high intelligence hidden underneath his rather menacing appearance. 

The movie lasted for so long… you had time to check your phone about a dozen times while resting against Arthur whose eyes were glued to the screen. You did not even want to bother him, he was absolutely hypnotised by the movie and did not want to be bothered. You smiled at him as the credits rolled, noticing tears streaming on his cheeks as you teasingly poked them. 

"Getting a little sensitive, huh ?" you smiled 

"That was a beautiful show !" Arthur answered. "I loved every second of it ! Can we watch it again ?" 

"Someday, we will. But... let's just take a break, okay ?" 

Night came pretty fast, Arthur made you a lavender infusion, you found enough energy to work a little while Arthur sat on the couch and started sketching. Very random figures, some fantasy-like sceneries… and you. You could easily tell he was drawing you by looking towards your direction a few times, then proceeding to sketch something, and looking back again. Another artwork to frame, that was for sure ! 

"What are you drawing, cowboy ?" you smiled 

"Well… I’m trying to sketch you, but I can’t get it right… you’re too gorgeous and my hand shakes too much." 

"That’s… that’s really sweet !" 

"I mean it." 

What Arthur told you made your heart stop beating, you turned shades darker and hid your face behind your hands. Your smile widened enough to cause your roommate to move closer to you, carefully closing your laptop with a large smirk blooming on his face. He made you stand up, slowly uncovering your beautiful face before dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead. 

"You’re making me melt, you know that ?" you smiled 

"Let’s get you to bed so you’ll stop workin’ on your… weird machine here." 

"It’s a computer, Arthur." 

"Well, computer or not, you’re going to bed with me ‘cause it’s kinda late."

You shrugged, you didn’t notice how fast time had passed since you decided to get back to work ! Remote-working had its ups and downs, and Arthur had complained a few times about you staying up too late instead of going to bed and hide into his embrace. He could hardly sleep without having you next to him, and there were no ways to escape him that night. How could you resist these puppy eyes and insisting behaviour ? Your arms spread wide for him to lift you up while you dragged your legs around his hips. Arthur loved carrying you around your place, he could easily remain in shape by doing this almost on a daily basis ! You did not mind it. In fact, you loved having him carry you from a room to another. Bridal and koala style, as you called it, were your favourite. 

Arthur calmly put you on the bed and proceeded switching all lights off while you changed into some more comfortable wear, slipping under your blanket as Arthur moved next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He took advantage of you turning yourself towards him to passionately kiss you before making you rest your head on his shoulder. You remained like this for a few seconds, in your pitch-black bedroom, up until Arthur cleared his throat. 

"Erm… Y/N ?" he sheepishly asked 

"Yeah ? What’s wrong ?" 

"Would you mind… switching the galaxy lamp on for a bit ? I… I liked it and…-"

"Sure, sweetheart."

You gasped at your own sudden reaction. "Sweetheart ? Really ?" you scolded yourself, covering your forehead with your palm. You never dared giving Arthur nicknames, not finding anyone of them suitable enough for your time-traveling cowboy, his sole name sounded just fine, you would sometimes call him by his surname. Sweetheart came out of nowhere, and was well deserved ! 

"S-sorry." you stuttered 

"Nah, it’s fine." Morgan responded. "I like ‘em sweet nicknames. "

Arthur smiled, deeply flattered by the nickname you just gave him. His heart pounded faster than expected as you calmly reached out to get the lamp and switched it on. A beautiful fake galaxy suddenly covered your ceiling, filled with laser stars which slowly moved along with the rest of the digital ocean of blue and purple clouds behind them. You analysed Arthur’s reaction and smiled at his sight. 

"Why do you like this lamp so much ?" you smiled

"Oh… it just reminds of home." Arthur answered as he moved closer to you, allowing you to place your head back on his chest 

"You never slept with a roof over your head before you came here ?" 

"I did, at some point… but I got used to fall asleep while gazing at the stars from a corner of my tent, or sometimes from my bedroll when I was away. Gazing at ‘em moving above me was always calming."

"If you want, we could go camping this summer. Would you like that ?"

You heard Arthur moan a little, feeling his heart pound faster. Your head rose a little, allowing you to get a better view of Arthur’s beautiful face. Your hand caressed his chest, drawing circles on them while you kept gazing at him. His eyes kept staring at the ceiling until he felt your gaze, slowly turning his head to you. 

"That’d be awesome." he smiled 

There were many things left to discover, many things you wanted to show Arthur. The world was full of treasures, modern or ancient, cultures you wanted him to get familiar with, places to visit… Arthur’s health was back to normal, you could now guide him through your own era without bothering about any health issues he would encounter. Indeed, that man was not twenty anymore, but you were ready to do so much for him ! You were ready to guide him, to be with him. Beyond what Francis had first asked you. Your help turned into a beautiful blossoming relationship filled with embraces, kisses and… very noisy nights. 

Switching this galaxy lamp became some sort of ritual every single night. Along with waking up to Arthur’s face and his hugs after you would come back from work, your daily embrace in bed facing a fake galaxy was your most favourite part of the day. At times, you would run your fingers into Arthur’s dirty-blonde locks, massaging his scalp with singing some song. Sometimes, he would do the same with you. You adored it, you adored him. No, you loved him… and did not have the courage to tell him just yet, but you knew this day would come soon enough. The world was filled with treasures, mysteries and beauty. 

And Arthur was going to find out about them. 

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[k4katsujin]

HIIIII MLLL! I would love if you could write a Mike x reader following the FNAF plot? I haven’t ppl write anything like that! Maybe the reader being forced to go with Abby when Freddy comes to get her and Mike saving them and being protective? Smth angst WITH A FLUFF ENDING BC AHHHV I LOVE FLUFF WITH SOME ANGST! (also nothing with smut bc everyone’s been writing Mike smut and it feels so ooc for him 😔)

HAIIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST <33

you're so real asexual mike canon!!

also the angst part is a bit rushed i'm sorry i'm slowly getting out of writer's block and it truly ain't shit 🤧🤧 BUUTTT HERE WE AREE

gender neutral reader!!

wc: 1141 🦦

find the fic on ao3 here! || link to my ao3 profile 🦇

“Give me the vest.” Mike tried to command to his sister, but it was to no use.

“No. Me and Y/N are coming with you.” Abby replied on a taunting tone.

“ Are we?” you said, looking up from your book, and the death stare Abby gave you left you no choice but to follow her.

“Please.” Abby begged, doing her signature puppy eyes.

“No.” Mike replied sternly.

"What?! You can't say no to her, especially not with those puppy eyes!!" you chimed in, doing puppy eyes as well, hoping it would persuade him.

“Fine” he sighs, and you and Abby exchanged a hearty high five. “But only if you come with us as well, Y/N.”

“Fine by me!” you reply with an eager smile. “Come on Abby, let’s get ready!”

The happy trio then found itself impatiently sitting in the car, while the radio was silently playing Talking in your sleep.

A few moments later, you all three arrived n front of the abandoned pizzeria.

“Don’t get your hopes up, okay?” Mike warned as you were entering the building. “Just… Do whatever while I’m watching the cameras. Y/N? (you turn your head to look at him) I’m counting on you, you’re the adult, you take care of Abby, okay ? (you nod) And you, Abby, don’t be too much of a trouble, okay?”

“Mhm!” she agreed excitedly.

A few moments later, you and Abby found yourselves discovering all the oddities of the ancient pizzeria, but one in particular caught your eyes.

“Look at that muffin!” you say to Abby as you point your flashlight towards a muffin with a pink icing and some gloomy yellow eyes. “Imagine if it started chasing you here, what would you do?”

“I sure wouldn’t want that to happen” Abby chuckled as you switched rooms, not paying attention to the now moving muffin.

On the other hand, boredom seemed to have gotten the best of Mike. After all, if nothing tragic happened in this pizzeria in over 30 years, the bite of 87 aside, why would it change now?

That’s how our dear camera monitor ended falling asleep, the soft noise of the cameras’ static slowly lulling him, but he shouldn't have…

You and Abby kept on exploring the various and numerous rooms, and found a room full of blanket of pillows and blankets.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you ask Abby as you give her a mischievous look.

“If you’re thinking about building a pillow fort, then totally!!” Abby replied cheerfully. “We should do it in the main plaza!”

“Yes!! Start off with bringing these there, I’ll take the rest!” you say as you hand her a few blankets.

A few moments later, you and Abby started running out of blankets, so you decided to take the ones who were covering some oddly tall figures.

“What the- oh my god this is awfully terrifying” you say as you uncovered a strange purple bunny looking animatronic.

Should you have left? Of course. But you somehow couldn’t take your eyes off of the strange creature before your eyes. Its red eyes were staring back at yours, and something felt off, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It’s as if the creature in front of you was…

Alive.

“Help!!” you tried to scream, but nobody could hear you.

Strange, Mike thought as he noticed one of the cameras stopped working. I should check what’s going on there.

“Abby?” he asked as he headed towards the main plaza. “Do you know where is Y/N?”

“They’re in the storage room, we are going to build a pillow fort!” Abby replied cheerfully.

Mike then rushed to the storage room where he thought you were, where he noticed you silently studying the purple robot-looking bunny.

As you tilted your head in curiosity, the robot did the same, and you couldn’t help but to find it endearing.

"Oh my God, I thought something bad happened to you," Mike sighed, relieved to see you alive and well. "Are you the one who screamed earlier?"

“Yes” you admit with a sheepish smile. “That’s because he didn’t want to put me down.”

“Okay...” Mike replied, slightlty doubtful.

“By the way,his name is Bonnie! Bonnie, this is Mike, my best friend!” you said with a smile. “He can be of good use for taking all the pillows we need to the plaza!”

A few hours pass as the night comes to an end, and time to head back home arrived.

Both you and Abby fell asleep in the car, lulled by the smooth roaring of the car.

“Y/N?” Mike called you after Abby went to sleep. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure, but what’s with the serious face?” you ask him, starting to get worried.

“Nothing I just…” Mike sighed. “I’m just glad you’re safe. The animatronics can get dangerous at times.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” You point out. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, I’m your best friend, I won’t judge.”

Mike sighed deeply before saying:

“If I got so worried about you, it’s because I thought I would lose you. And I couldn’t bear losing the one I love.”

“Is that… A confession?” you ask, not wanting a misunderstanding.

“What else do you want it to be” he replied, smiling awkwardly.

“Well” you chuckle, “I’m surprised you beat me to it. It’s been a while since I wanted to confess as well.”

“Wait, really??” (you nod with a soft smile) “So, does that mean that we’re, you know, dating?”

“I don’t know” you chuckle softly, “We’ll have plenty time to disscuss it later, okay? Let’s just say we’re lovers for now, okay?”

#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf movie x reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf mike schmidt #x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy's #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #queer writers

[roguerambles]

Unexpected Arrivals

Baldur's Gate III - Halsin x Tav x Gale

Warnings - 18+Only. Adult Situations.

So BG3 has had my heart since it's release (seriously, I've been playing it consistently haha) and I wanted to try something using my Tav's. Just a quick something fluffy and silly and a little sexy. I'm not thrilled with how it turned out but I'm trying to beat writer's block.

Also since finding that Gale/Halsin isn't ENTIRELY off the table, my heart is even more set on Gale/Aelia/Halsin, the benefit of fanfiction I suppose haha.

Anyway, my Tavs are Aelia, Half High Elf Storm Sorcerer, and Krios, Tiefling Circle of the Land Druid.

Enjoy the Rambles!

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Gale's tower was surprisingly homey.

Krios practically jogged up the stone steps, his heavy boots echoing dully, the torches bursting to life as he continued to ascend. He and Astarion had arrived in Waterdeep earlier than expected, and truthfully the druid was too excited to wait until morning to send word to Gale and Aelia. It had been months since they had seen any of their companions, after all.

Astarion had rolled his eyes at him, but sniffed that he supposed Gale's tower was better accommodation than the local inns (and Gale was far less likely to wonder why Astarion would need to be hidden in a rented room all day) but Krios knew he was looking forward to seeing their friends again.

Not enough to take the stairs, even though the lift was taking far too long in Krios's opinion. So the tiefling immediately took off up the staircase, determined to reach the top before the vampire did.

"Ha!"

He grinned to himself as he reached the top landing, the gentle churning of the lift indicating Astarion was still slowly ascending. I win.

The druid debated waiting, before taking note of the sweet smell of fresh soil and flowers that tickled his nose, combined with the gentle spice of cinnamon and fire, and felt a flicker of excitement. In her last letter Aelia had mentioned starting a garden within the tower not long after moving in with Gale, and Krios was eager to see what she had done with it. Surely Astarion would not mind if he knocked and--

"Ahhhhhhhh....."

Krios's large hand froze at the door handle, his ears perking like Scratch's at dinner time. Oh. It was late at night, and Aelia and Gale weren't expecting them. He hadn't considered they would be--

"Ah...! Ohhhhh...Halsin...!"

Wait, what--?

Unable to stop himself, Krios pushed the door slightly - it slowly swung open - so much for those magical defences Gale - and the first thing his eyes landed on where a familiar set of druidic robes, crumbled and abandoned on the floor. Just beyond them, a pair of boots, a half torn tunic, some lacy lingerie--

"Oh....! Yes...Halsin...yes--!"

A woman cried out, voiced laced with pleasure, and Krios's gaze snapped upwards. Aelia, eyes squeezed tight, threw her head back, long raven hair spilling across her shoulders and back. Her naked breasts bounced slightly as she gripped the table beneath her, her thighs clenched around impossibly broad shoulders, fingers tangled in long, messy brown hair. "Yes....ahhhhhhh....!"

Sweet Silvanus--

"Hah....come here to me--!"

Halsin lifted his head from between Aelia's thighs, voice thick with lust. The muscles in his broad back flexed and contracted as he rose, his large hands grasping her hips as he pulled her flush against him. His mouth crushed against hers, capturing her sinful moan as they writhed against each other, falling back into the table, knocking bowls of fruit and chalices of wine to the floor in their haste.

The sweet, heavy scent tickled Krios's nose once again and he swallowed thickly, mind foggy with shock and awe at the naked display of carnality in front of him. Halsin and Aelia? Here? Gale would be crushed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The druid wanted to say something, but as he opened his mouth words seemed to fade on his tongue. His eyes trailed over the flexing of Halsin's powerful hips, the lovely shape of Aelia's strong thighs, and suddenly Krios did not know whether he would barge in and reprimand them or ask if they wanted company--

"Honestly, you two are incorrigible."

Gale tutted in vague disapproval, appearing from an opposite doorway, a tray of seemed to be water and fruit in his hands. He was draped in a fluffy, dark blue robe, open to expose his surprisingly toned torso. Krios watched as he walked around the table, setting the tray down. "Come on, we must pace ourselves or you'll end up exhausted. We should eat."

Krios was beginning to wonder if he had passed out on the stairs and was dreaming.

“I’d rather devour you.”

Halsin growled, his voice low and playful, reaching out to grasp Gale’s waist and tug him towards himself and Aelia. Gale huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes slightly, his hand bracing on the elf’s thick bicep.

“Halsin—”

Aelia laughed breathlessly, stopping Gale’s words by leaning up and pressing her lips to his, her arms loosely draping around his neck. Gale mumbled something incomprehensible to Krios’s ears, his mouth moving eagerly against hers as Halsin’s hand roamed down his side, slipping underneath his robe. “Gale, stop talking and get in here—”

“Aelia—” Gale huffed, a warm chuckle melting into a soft moan. “We…we should at least go back to bed—my word—"

Gale apparently needed little encouragement after that, his fingers gently caressing Aelia’s jawline as Halsin leaned against his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses along Gale’s neck and shoulder. The three began to move together, bodies sliding and grinding and tangling together, and heat blossomed deep in Krios’s belly, thick roots slowly spreading as his fingers tightly coiled around the door handle still in his grasp. Confusion was being rapidly replaced with arousal and he wet his lower lip with his tongue, the mysteriously sweet scent seeming to engulf his senses as he began to push the door open. He wanted to join them, to feel their naked bodies against his own, writhing and rutting and stroking in pleasure—

“I didn’t realise you liked to watch, darling.”

Krios yelped and whirled around, nearly colliding with Astarion, the fog banished from his mind like smoke in the breeze. Astarion peered up at him, fangs flashing in sharp amusement. “Astarion!” Words stumbled together in his mouth, tumbling out into the air uselessly. “I—I—I was…I just—”

“Krios?”

“Oh! Gracious—!”

The door swung open as Astarion peeked around Krios, eyebrow quirked. “Dinner and a show, Gale? Really, you shouldn’t have.”

Gale looked painfully flustered, hastily grabbing some discarded clothing from the floor to try and preserve some modesty. Aelia stared at them, wide-eyed, while Halsin made absolutely no attempt to cover up, simply looking pleased to see them.

“Krios! Astarion!” Halsin’s face lit up, a bright smile forming on his ruggedly handsome features. “What a wonderful surprise.” His large hand slowly rubbed up and down Aelia’s thigh slung across his hip, and Krios found himself watching the gesture with fascination, his gut tightening as Halsin’s voice seemed to drop an octave. “Please. Join us.”

“Halsin!” Gale hissed, reaching across Aelia to lightly shove Halsin’s shoulder. “Please!”

Halsin coughed, an expression of mild embarrassment flashing across his face, before he offered a sheepish grin as next to Krios, Astarion began to cackle. “Apologies. Aelia’s new blooms have had…interesting effects.”

Finally, Krios realised where the scent was coming from. Just beyond the room, he could see what appeared to be a small garden, perfuming the air with nature and magic. He cleared his throat, shaking his head to try and clear the mist from his thoughts. "You...you exposed Halsin to an aphrodisiac...?"

Halsin laughed, a self-deprecating smile on his face, as Aelia smothered a laugh behind her hand. A nervous chuckle escaped Gale, who waved his hand vaguely in the air as though he suddenly had no idea what to do with it. "Well, we were a little surprised ourselves! Really, druidic magic isn't my area of expertise, but it is quite fascinating the intersecting nature of--"

"Gale, handsome--" Aelia leaned against his shoulder, hiding a smile against his skin. "Perhaps save the lecture for when we are all wearing clothes."

"That...might be a good idea, my love." Gale laughed, a note of mild hysteria in his voice as he shrugged apologetically in Krios's direction. Krios for his part was suddenly distracted by the image of a naked Gale lecturing him on plants and felt blood begin slowly journeying south of his body. What the fuck--

The half high elf sorcerer smiled slightly, sitting up from her position roughly between Gale and Halsin. “Besides…I would have thought a certain Archdruid would have noticed what we were planting…”

“They are exceptionally rare plants!” Halsin laughed slightly, lightly squeezing her thigh, still laid out across the table, body on shameless, delicious display. Krios was beginning to feel flushed. “Truthfully, I am amazed you even found them at all.”

“Still, you’ve been here for months. I am surprised—”

“Halsin is living here?” Krios blinked, briefly seizing onto clarity. Gale looked slightly flushed as Aelia smiled, hands catching Gale’s and Halsin’s own. “You…the three of you—?”

“Yes, well—” Gale cleared his throat loudly, looking very intently at something vaguely above Krios’s head. “It’s…we’re…exploring the possibility of….we are exploring—"

“Gale and Aelia have honoured me by allowing me to share in their relationship.” Halsin interrupted, catching Gale’s hand and lifting it to his lips, pressing a light kiss against his knuckles. The wizard stuttered, looking even more flustered, while Aelia grinned fondly at the two men on either side of her. “We are allowing our roots to grow together.”

Astarion looked bemused for a moment, before shaking his head. “Well, good for you three, I suppose.” He flashed Gale a coy grin. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“We are very happy for you.” Krios nudged Astarion slightly. “We…we are sorry to have interrupted—”

“We?” Astarion gave him a mockingly non-plussed look. “You were the one lurking at the door, darling.”

Krios could feel his cheeks burning. “I…apologies, I…those plants are really something.” He finished lamely, contemplating fleeing the tower, stripping down and diving into the harbour fuck it was hot in here.

“Indeed they are.” Halsin’s eyes slowly trailed over him, lips curving into a soft smirk. “Perhaps we could—”

Aelia smacked Halsin’s shoulder this time. “Down boy.” She chided playfully, allowing the playful smile she shot Krios way – her body angling to show off her delightful curves – told him she wasn’t opposed to the idea. “I’m sure Krios and Astarion are tired from their journey.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Astarion laughed, eyes lit up with clear amusement as he turned to grin at Krios. “This one looks raring to go.”

He was, embarrassingly enough. The botanist in him made a mental note to inquire after those plants later, when he was at least fairly certain he wasn’t at risk of jumping his hosts bones. “We…should give you all some privacy…” He cleared his throat, the absurdity of the situation causing a nervous, sheepish grin to bloom on his lips. “But, at the moment, a cold bath suddenly sounds lovely.”

Gale gasped suddenly, and practically leapt from the table, magic briefly flashing around him, and suddenly he stood in a loose blue tunic and black pants. “Gods, your room isn’t ready! Give me just a moment, and I’ll have it prepared at once—"

“Oh, Gale, please, we arrived unexpectedly.” Krios protested as the wizard rushed past him, turning to hurry after him. “Please, do not trouble yourself on our account—”

“Speak for yourself, darling.” Astarion scoffed, exchanging amused glances with Aelia and Halsin. With a playful bow, he turned and followed Krios out, listening to he and Gale’s voices down the hallway. Apparently, manners overpowered embarrassment.

At least breakfast tomorrow would have interesting conversation.

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A Night for Hunting Ch.7- Fear

T/W: 18+, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, memory loss, horror, violence, gore, angry feral vampire, comfort, eventual romance Words: 5066 On AO3

I'm back! This chapter taught me that I have a long way to go as an amateur hobby writer! Action scenes are hard. Hope you enjoy anyways!

You thought about him on your stroll home after dinner, that vampire that hid in shadows, that delighted you with an adorable colony of furry bats, yet who could also summon a writhing sea of vile centipedes. He terrorized you endlessly and was the cause of many sleepless nights. He was like a tempest that upended everything in his path, leaving destruction in his wake, though his majesty was breathtaking. He made you beyond angry. 

But then he unexpectedly took care of you that time when you were drunk and alone. The way he looked at you when he wasn't being an infuriating ass hat…he also physically threatened you the last time you met.

He scared and confused you. 

To your chagrin, your thoughts lingered on him, and the longer they did, the more conflicted you felt. Several weeks later, he still hadn’t visited. Part of you was glad he was finally gone for good. Another part of you had gotten somewhat used to the routine of entertaining this uninvited guest and his extended absence was beyond odd. Yet you would also be unsure about seeing him again after the way you parted last time. 

You were right. All you needed to do was endure him until you earned your freedom. It was about time he got bored and moved onto his next victim.

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A breathy moan rang out from around the corner and you got ready to dodge the careless person who was right there as you rounded the corner.

Holy shit.

They were a corpse, their skin was sloughing off, hollowed eyes glowed with a ghostly violet light. You cried out in shock and stumbled back at the last moment as the thing's arms reached out for you.

What is this new devilry?

Your head pounded, but now wasn't the time for a migraine. You jerked your shoulder back again to avoid its flailing grasp. Its fingers looked like shrivelled sausages where dried up leathery skin was pulled taut over knobby bone.

Multiple people have disappeared after dark in London over the past months –by the popular tourist attraction Tower Bridge, at an abandoned factory, and even in Soho. The sirens of emergency vehicles have been much more frequent lately. The news reports of recent mysterious occurrences you once dismissed as irrelevant freak incidences slowly gained salience. 

Haaaa. Haaaaaaa.

Your skin crawled at the raspy breathing and you took off at a sprint. The slobbering zombie followed at a fixed pace and the stench of gangrene hit you. The walls blocking off suppressed memories were peeling back layer by layer to unveil the obscure truth within. That disgusting smell of rot…triggered the forgotten experience of being tailed by a homeless woman, who walked with an unnatural jerking stumble according to the tempo of a metronome. Her face was grey and she might as well have been dead. Your heart clenched with remembrance. What were these memories? They were yours? 

You ran blindly in terror-stricken confusion with the wind in your face, taking numerous turns before finally fleeing down a flight of stairs lined with trees while slapping away the offending branches that were in the way. 

You were hastily running through a park, the one where Alucard last chased you through, where the foliage became shapes of shadow that took on a demonic life of their own.

The soft murmur of flowing water whispered into the night. The lifeblood of London glided solemnly through its path, indifferent to the woes of the people who inhabited its banks. Oh no, you inadvertently came to the Thames River. 

You gasped for breath. Historic buildings painted the river’s face in sparkling gold streaks, the image of the capital city at night reflecting radiantly on the calm surface. It was awe-inspiring. And completely at odds with how you were feeling at the moment. If you weren’t this rattled, you would have paused to marvel at the sight where the beauty of nature met the sophistication of man-made architecture.

The fetor of decay invaded your senses once more. Calm down. Tower Bridge wasn’t too distant, but this was in the heart of a tourist area. On a Friday night, it should be bustling. And there was no way you could be that unlucky.

The riverside wasn’t deserted, but it was hardly bustling either. Where were all the people?

Glancing behind to confirm that the thing earlier hadn't caught up yet, you turned to go home, only to walk directly into a solid chest. You yelped, having completely missed this person’s presence. For a moment you panicked. It was impossible for that fumbling zombie to arrive here so quickly! You looked up and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a normal man.

“A-apologies. I wasn’t looking where I was going. E-excuse me,” you stuttered, your eyes were wide and you looked away.

The man raised a brow and smirked. 

“There is no issue, Miss,” he told you with a sweet voice and gave you a quick once-over. “But if you’d like to express your sincerity, allow me to take you out for a drink tonight.” 

“I…that’s not a good idea. I need to go, I apologize.” You were skittish and checked behind you again. There wasn’t anyone else except another couple by the riverbank watching the lights.

An iron fist gripped your wrist and you went cold at the glacial touch. “I insist, Miss. Please allow me to show you an excellent night.” His leer turned cocky, revealing a razor sharp grin. You stared in disbelief. 

Attempts to pull your hand back were in vain. Unwanted fingers flitted across the palm of your hand and he sighed, “You are very warm. I was hoping you would share some of it with me…” Your skin crawled from his touch and goosebumps formed from the seeping chill. Everything about this was wrong.

…Vampire…the word tickled the back of your mind.

Your head went into overdrive to think of a way to escape your predicament. If you were right, the ‘man’ was much stronger and faster than you. He can see and smell better than you as well. What could you do when you were completely outclassed?

You started shaking. This experience was way too familiar. Not again! You stared at him in anguish, frozen to your spot when you came up with a blank.

“I-I’m sorry sir, I don’t drink!” You whispered weakly, hoping against all odds he would let you go.

His lips curled and he took a step closer well into your space. “...Unless you believe yourself too good for me?”

You inched away despite being unable to break free and thought about screaming for help before stopping yourself. Piece by piece, the puzzle was falling into place –the mind conjured up an image of red-rimmed shadows digging into a body’s crevices, snapping bones and ripping up its limbs in a dark alleyway.

If this man was the same, you doubted any human interventions would be of assistance to you. You were completely, utterly screwed.

“Is this man bothering you?” The two women who were holding hands by the river came closer with a frown, one of them with a hand on her phone looking like she was about to call for help.

No…don’t get involved…You thought helplessly.

“Tch. You two aren’t my type. What’s this?”

–A severed forearm holding a smartphone dangled from his other hand. The phone dropped from the lifeless hand, its screen shattering upon impact with the pavement.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!” One of the two women howled in agony as blood erupted from the stub where her arm was moments ago. 

“Hahaha. Shh…quiet down bitch, or else you might summon the ghouls.” He let go of you and faster than any of you saw, the next thing he ripped out of the unfortunate woman was her throat. You will never forget the scene. Even years later this night will come to haunt you. 

With her remaining hand, the woman held the gaping hole in her neck where jagged wisps of flesh still held on like chicken skin. She was in shock, as were all of you. Surprisingly, she wasn’t instantly dead. For several seconds, she remained standing while blood shot out in pulsing squirts. All too soon, it was like someone turned on the faucet at full blast. Her forcibly severed carotids exsanguinated, multiple ropes of blood exploded out of her throat for only another couple seconds until she collapsed on the ground with a gut-wrenching gargle as her life essence continued to empty from her vessels in powerful jets. 

The thick pool spread beneath her rapidly. It sprayed everywhere. It painted your face and filled your mouth with copper as you looked on in horror. It dumped into her open windpipe and she drowned at the same time as she hemorrhaged. The gargling was the same…as that time. You remembered now. Not long ago, you witnessed someone else drowning in their own blood beneath a monster of lore.

This monster revelled in the pandemonium and smacked his lips. “AB+ is my favourite blood type, did you know that? Much more flavour.” You weren’t sure if he was asking you.

Already drenched from head-to-toe, her girlfriend wailed with a hand pressed to her mouth. “AHHHHHH!!!!” 

“Gah, shut up, will you? She’ll be back soon enough and you can join her.” The vampire bore a sadistic smile framed by wicked teeth. He thoroughly relished killing some helpless woman.

No…

He spun around to face the second woman who remained bolted in place staring at her now-dead lover twitching on the ground. He strutted towards her.

You had to leave. Closing your eyes in guilt briefly, you knew you had to go now. There was nothing you could do to save the other woman, if you could even help yourself. When your eyes opened a mere moment later, she was already dead. Her mangled body hit the ground with a thud. Too fast. You couldn’t keep up with the pace of everything that was happening. One foot inched backward, then your other foot followed the first.

“You still aren’t interested in sharing a drink with me, love? They weren’t my type, but you are. I’ll be nice to you, I promise.” His voice travelled and reached your ears. What a twisted joke.

With a breathless wheeze, you rushed from the nightmare in front of you. All you ever did was run, but you knew there was no way you were getting away this time. Tears of desperation fell down your cheeks. 

Golden lights streaked by in the periphery of your vision in a blur. There was no comfort in the beauty of the Thames. London was your home, but for all its old-world elegance, it was as callous and uncaring of its inhabitants as the river this city depended upon. This city will offer you no aid. No, two people just died trying to help, but what can anyone do in this situation?

From beneath your consciousness it bubbled up –a flash of the floating sensation on a night you fell asleep to a familiar purr while warm golden orange orbs kept vigil as you faded away. Your eyes widened in recognition. It was too late now to do anything with the truth.

I'm scared…Alucard…

"Smells like a terrified bitch." He already caught up and took a deep whiff of the air. Red eyes regarded you with a sinister gleam while you sobbed. You stared at the monster with frantic, despairing eyes, wondering how exactly you will be meeting your end. “That’s an excellent expression!” The vampire snickered as he cracked a knuckle.

You twisted around him and kept going back the way you came from. He chuckled, wearing a demented expression baring two rows of spiked teeth. This was too much like old times. You never escaped Alucard until he decided to allow you to leave. There is no reason this will be any different, but you will try until your body gives out.

Two figures stumbled towards you up ahead. You wanted to warn them to run too, that they were in mortal danger, but the breath wasn’t available.

They were wearing the same clothing as the two women earlier. They were the two women earlier. One was missing an arm and her throat, the other’s head was split open, dripping brain matter on the ground. Her chest cavity gaped through dismantled ribs.

What in the world was going on?! 

You heaved with over-exertion and managed to skid to a stop well before you ran into them. Zombies. You were literally looking at the walking dead. Somehow, the vampire did this?! 

You were so stupid. Why did you come back this way? Even if the two ladies stayed down, there was still the one chasing you from before. Three zombies blocked the way up ahead while you were trapped down by the river with no way back up its bank without access to the stairs.

You whipped around at the guffawing murderer. There were now dozens of undead behind him. They hobbled around in an identical manner as the ones you met previously, with arms out, their corpses at various stages of decomposition. You were surrounded by a whole den of zombies. 

As if you were just going to give yourself over to your fate. 

You panted as your eyes darted about. The creatures closed the last gap in the circle around you. Tears turned your vision into a blurry mirage. There was nowhere left to go, but even if you were brutalized and died screaming, even if you didn't know how to fight, you were going to resist them, no matter how useless it was.

“Did you know that power is both a blessing and a curse? I can do stuff like this now,” he decapitated one of his undead companions and you flinched. “Yet the ladies never seem to favour me until they are my pets.”

He studied the blood trickling down his fingers, pressing his thumb and middle digit together before pulling them apart. He bursted out in laughter. “I’ll be very good to you when you become my pet, even if you’re an unappreciative whore.”

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The surroundings exploded and you squealed in fright. It was suddenly bedlam. The menacing figure draped in crimson stood with his back to you. A massive firearm pointed out to his side and he snarled, the tails of his coat rippling as if they were immaterial tassels. You knew him immediately. 

Alucard!

The clash evolved into a symphony of horror. It was almost like you were in a shooter game with him, except he never missed. One after the other, zombie heads became popping balloons, spilling more gore in a splatter of blood and brains. Each shot exploded and left a hollow in the stone wall behind the felled zombie. After the heads were gone, he shot the corpses more for good measure. Arms, legs, bodies, nothing was spared. But he never missed the mark.

You were deaf from the gunshots. As your ears rang, all you saw was the butchery of Alucard unleashed for the first time. He spun and his guns went pointing in every direction. He was a tempest, the eye in a storm of flying iron and carnage. It seemed like even those monsters couldn’t react in time. Bodies fell at his feet in pieces. The squelching sounded like when you blended your minced meats with spice and seasoning by hand. He cackled again with glee, a glint of madness in the glimpse you caught of his visage.

He resembled the time you were reunited after you moved to this part of London. His demeanor screamed of bloodlust. This was a massacre.

You flinched and covered your head when a shot found its mark closer to you and pieces of a crumbling wall scattered nearby. Forked shadow tendrils formed a barrier encircling you that pulsed with dense, arcane power. Nothing got past it. Not zombies, bullets, nor fragmented stone.

“A sorry excuse for a vampire. What will you do now that your ghouls are dead and your weapons empty?” That was Alucard? His voice was guttural and nearly unrecognizable.

“W-what are you? You m-monster!” The other vampire sounded miserable.

“That is correct,” You heard the smile in Alucard’s voice. “I’m a monster. Where are your familiars? Turn into bats or mist! Fight me like a real vampire!" He boomed.

…"Tch. Pathetic. You do not even know what you are."

Too bad Alucard’s shadow didn’t shield you from sound. Your ears weren’t working properly. The buzz was getting louder and it was difficult to hear anything else despite straining. That might as well have been a watermelon crunching. Your eyes fell shut.

-------------------- Alucard saw red. The scent of blood suddenly blossomed in the air earlier. It was miles away, but it was so pungent and strong, the odour travelled far. He rushed to investigate the occurrence, only to discover the unmistakable stench of ghouls and a lone vampire that was ubiquitous in this area once he was close enough. And then he caught the overwhelming scent of your fear. He hoped he’d make it.

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He was on one knee in front of you with his head bowed when you braved peeking out again. Something was squashed under his hand, which took a moment to work out what it was. It was what was left of that vampire’s detached head, flattened into paste on the ground with splinters of skull coming through around a mush of brain. The rest of the body convulsed off to the side before he shot it without needing to look. Right in the heart.

You winced at the bang as bile came up and filled your mouth. You retched up the remains of a half-digested meal of ramen and broth. The festering flesh and your puke, as well as the thick metallic flavour, breached your nose. It stank like putrefying meat soaked in foul blood that should be crawling with maggots. You threw up again. 

The dead vampire’s blood seeped through the cracks in the pavement and trickled towards you, causing you to crawl back against a tree and gaze around. Everywhere you looked, body parts were strewn about. Who even knew which leg belonged to which body. There were no longer identifiable heads, only viscous pools of liquefied matter that oozed from the source body stumps. Some of that stuff dribbled from the leaves of an ash tree.

A wretched whine you didn’t recognize as your own crept from your throat and you hurled yet again. Your hand landed in the puddle of vomit as you bent over for your stomach to turn itself inside out.

You lifted a tearful gaze. Through midnight bangs, a pair of blood-red eyes watched you with an unworldly blaze. You whimpered.

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Aggression and the thirst for more violence thrummed through his undead veins, but there was unfortunately no one left to take it out on. The feeling of possessiveness left him berserk. How dare anyone else touch you. How dare anyone frighten you. How dare anyone threaten you.

Your distress saturated the air. He scented the other vampire on you and growled low.

He was this close to letting you get hurt. This close to losing you. The vampire king reached for you.

“!!!” You gasped in terror and pressed against the stone wall at the craze and blood thirst in his eyes, the breathy intake morphing into a fearful squeak at the sight of organic matter dripping from the hand that approached.

The tang of your fear tainted the air even more heavily, so thick it could probably be cut with a knife. Alucard recoiled as if you struck him. 

"You are afraid of me?" He whispered, drawing back from the discovery. 

He came back to himself and realized how he must appear to you. Like a bloody murderous monster dripping in the viscera of his foe. It took all his control, but he calmed himself. Irises swirled from raging crimson into a familiar orangey-gold.

Alucard was confused, he gleaned no pleasure from your terror. He strangely found he didn't want it anymore as he took in the sight of you cowering from him with your limbs drawn up tightly against your body. Even your small sandaled toes curled away from him. 

He said your name softly. No response. “Little one?”

Your lips pressed together and you clenched your eyes, shrinking further from him.

Alucard had been away from London for several weeks on a mission for his master Integra, which culminated in an assignment out-of-country. He almost didn’t make it back in time to rescue you from the ghouls and vampire.

"I will not harm you little one. That has not changed."

You stayed huddled against the wall in the fetal position, your gaze distant as you stared blankly at the soaked ground. Alucard couldn’t pick out any coherent thoughts from your head right now, only the unadulterated fear that was absolute and all-encompassing.

You couldn’t move or object as he bent down to pick you from the ground, taking care to cradle you in a comfortable position. He took off for your home.

-------------------- Alucard arrived on your balcony. Both of you were soiled and covered in filth, yet the balcony was no place to remain. He quickly considered his options before opening the latch with a thought and floated to the bathroom. He sat in the wide shower stall with you nestled into his chest.

…He was to report on the incident tonight as soon as possible, however…he watched your stiff posture and lack of expression. Alucard flipped open his phone and placed a call to Hellsing before putting it away after giving a concise report.

“Nest of ghouls and a vampire by Tower Bridge. Targets eliminated.” He hung up before the unfortunate sap who would relay his message to Integra could say a word.

He took another look at you and sighed. He detected no spilled blood of your own on your clothes, which was encouraging. He however didn’t know how to mend your other scars, besides wiping your memory clean again. It probably wasn’t something he should do repeatedly, especially with how traumatic this experience was. But if it will spare you this hell…

Your gaze tentatively crept up to his. Your pupils were fully dilated, your eyes so wide the whites were showing around the irises. The stench of fear permeated the air all over again and you made a tiny, shrill whine. You started quivering, then all at once, you collapsed into his arms, choking on your cries with your fingers tangled in his suit.

You were completely beside yourself in shock. Air came to you in lurching breaths you couldn’t control. Alucard remained still while you came apart, unsure of how to comfort you without utilizing his supernatural abilities.

“Ahhhhh…” You moaned softly, piteously. And still you sobbed, sending wave upon wave of your confusion and panic to wash over the vampire king’s senses. His hand drifted up with hesitation. It hung in the air behind you.

Again you looked up at him frantically, desperately beseeching him for something. Your fists tightened in his lapels. The tears dripped non-stop, leaving clear tracks over your blood-stained face.

“Ahhhh…” Your voice was so small. You were small sitting there helplessly in his lap. Your face landed in his chest, smearing putrid filth over yourself, but you were uncaring of your state of cleanliness. Your hands shook as they gripped their anchor with need. You were safe now, you somehow knew this, but everything that happened was too much to bear. You couldn’t just get over what transpired tonight. You needed…

A cool, bare hand landed lightly around the back of your head, bringing you back to the reality that you were alive. Another arm draped over your shoulders gingerly.

Your loose limbs spasmed against a solid frame that surrounded you. It remained steady no matter how much you quaked. Its sturdiness became the only thing that was definitive, the only thing you were certain you could depend on to hold you up and not harm you. 

You held on tightly to your lifeline.

-------------------- It felt wrong to touch you with his soiled hands even though both of you were stained from top to bottom. He figured it wouldn't make a difference, but he removed his bloodied gloves before making contact with you.

Then he sat with you for hours until your tears stopped. Eventually the sharp draws of air evened out as well and you were able to form words once more.

"Oh God, what did I see tonight?" 

"It's no use praying to God, my Dear, He will not offer salvation. But I will do what I can for you," Alucard muttered, feeling subdued now that your cries finally died down.

“What were those things?” You whispered.

“...The things that chased you were ghouls, the undead spawn of the lone vampire who set his sights on you.” He was hesitant to tell you much more. You were a creature of the day, a daughter of sunlight, and wholly unsuited for the violent way of life at Hellsing.

After tonight, you felt you shouldn’t even be surprised anymore at finding out that not only vampires, but other damned creatures of fable also existed. The obvious question of whether Alucard can create ghouls as well didn’t cross your mind.

“Are they common? Ghouls and vampires?”

How much should he tell you? His lips flattened. After your admirable show of strength tonight, where despite the hopelessness of your hellish situation, you remained steadfast and never gave yourself up…he supposed you deserved some answers.

“You will not encounter them every night, but they are more common than you assume. Lately they have been more numerous than in past times, but they have been exterminated from your old neighbourhood.”

The night is dark and full of terror.

Understanding unravelled over the course of this night like the queen of the night’s bud in bloom. Your prior encounters with this vampire were not as random as they had seemed. Everything suddenly made sense.

“You said you were employed…what do you do?” The silence stretched out, but you had to hear it for yourself.

Molten pools of lava flashed. “I hunt vampires and ghouls.”

Everything now made sense, but the revelation that dawned tonight still shocked you, especially after what had passed. You studied his face curiously, your voice now hoarse… “All this time…you were protecting me from the shadows?”

“...” The liquid pools continued to twirl lazily as this vampire studied you quietly.

"Alucard, I-" 

You were quaking again. You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his chest in relief. In spite of everything he did to you, by some miraculous stroke of luck tonight, you were alive, all thanks to Alucard. “Thank you,” you told him with heartfelt sincerity.

His eyes narrowed. The Nosferatu was not an altruistic being. Your gratitude was undeserved. You were right –he was selfish. You told him clearly that you wished for no further involvement with him, yet he didn't want to stay away. 

He had dedicated abundant time to patrolling your former neighbourhood. Ghouls and lesser vampires were non-existent these days in your old area as a result of his efforts. After your move to the other side of London, Alucard had to make nightly hunting trips to pave the way for your safety. 

He visited you on multiple occasions. One recent night, he had to dispose of a ghoul and vampire that stalked you. As he stood on your balcony to check on you after the fact, you tried fruitlessly to sleep, your fear so biting, he could taste it outside from the balcony. 

Somehow it was wrong to him. He enjoyed your fear for the better part of the year, but for you to fear for your life when nasty ghouls and lesser vampires hunted you, it wasn’t the same as when he did it. 

He growled, the unpleasant sense of having his territory encroached on pervaded. No one else was permitted to make you feel that way. He worried about what would have happened to you if he hadn’t arrived when he did tonight. It was why he dedicated so much time to following you home these last months.

Alucard shifted to move you from his lap, but you tightened your grip on his back. "No! Don't go!” Your words surprised you. “...Please don’t leave me alone tonight." 

The vampire was tense. His first instinct was to remove himself, to self-extricate from this baffling experience. Instead, he tentatively wrapped an arm around your side while you eased back into his chest. He was confused from the mixture of your emotions roiling through his sinuses. You felt good in his arms, and he was somewhat pleased with you seeking comfort from him, but you remained frightened. After the battle, he was disoriented to find he still no longer relished your fear. 

He put another hand behind your head to massage your scalp gently. This felt right. For the first time ever in memory, you trusted him. How strange it was to be needed by another person for something that didn’t involve putting a bullet in someone's head. Such an alien experience.

Time passed late into the night. 

Eventually, you sat up in his lap with your body away from his as you stared at each other. The showerhead let loose a drop of water from its nozzle.

Drip.

Alucard backed you against the wall and bent down to claim your lips, to make sure for himself you were unharmed and safe with him. You must have been entranced too. Or possessed, whatever. But your initial instinct wasn’t to flee from this vampire.

Your vision landed on the specks of gore marring his attractive face. Sharp fangs peeked out from behind smooth lips. An image of that twisted monster who promised to do horrid things to you reappeared. He too had dagger-like canines like Alucard’s.

Before your lips met, your eyes widened and your breath hitched, and finally, you shied away from him. He let you go, brushing off the tinge of disappointment. 

Much had happened tonight.

He may be a trigger-happy killer, but he can be a patient beast too. 

~To be Continued~

Next Chapter: The Currency of the Soul

Notes: Yes this whole time in Alucard’s mind, his creepy stalking was just his way of protecting us from the other night critters he hunted during your rendezvous. He was just having some 'fun' with us while doing so.

He may still believe that what he's feeling is a mixture of obsession and possessiveness, but it's been more than that for awhile.

Now that some "misunderstandings" between us are cleared up and he's in better standing with us, the relationship with our favourite No Life King will escalate! I'm quite excited about the next few chapters!

The queen of the night is a cactus that blooms nocturnally for only one night. The flower is huge and very fragrant. It’s most commonly white and hence also called the “moonflower.” Because of its short flowering time, it is seen as a gentle reminder to cherish the important things in life because they may not last until tomorrow. In some cultures, getting to see this rare flower bloom is very lucky and considered a sacred experience. The queen of the night attracts pollinators such as bats and produces dragon fruit.

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hi how's it going?? can you write an angst fic with a fluff ending with ser harwin strong. where:

harwin is the reader's sworn protector

reader likes him but is yet to confess

rhaenyra beds Harwin despite knowing her sister's attraction towards the man

and like after seeing the birth and resemblance of the third child, Joffrey, to Harwin, the reader has had enough of the pain of seeing that the rumours and indeed true and that they are having an affair she kind of does what laena did and orders her dragon to kill her but was saved by ser criston

but then after that incident despite the care given towards her, she then shares her reason as to why she'd done it to ser criston which was later on heard by harwin and rhaenyra which has pained the both greatly.

which was soon revealed that is really was not unrequited love but the Harwin's fear of being rejected by the reader has blinded his love which became the reason of him bedding rhaenyra.

oh and harwin does try to tell reader his feelings and was cut by queen alicent but the reader did know what he was about to say so they like spent their time trying to gain eavh other's trust back

soooo i dunno if i want them to just be friends as the reader is still hurting after many years or to finally be a couple after many years of pain and longing, uhmmm uo to you iguess.

yesssss kind of a long description but that's what im thinking sooooo if you ever do this thank you OMG!!!

Strangers

warnings: angst, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, not proofread, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n

summary: harwin was with rhaenyra, and there was nothing you could do.

author’s note: hiiii so sorry it took me so long to get to this request; college has kept me busy and I haven’t had inspiration to write. this definitely isn’t my best but I just needed to get something out there to try and break through writers block. I hope this is what you wanted :))

“Princess,” the voice of a servant startles you out of your reading. You glance up, finger falling to the word you’d ended on to save your place.

“Yes?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.

The servant smiled, taking an excited step forward as they spoke again. “Your sister has just given birth. Another boy, they say. She requests your presence immediately.”

“Alright, thank you.” You inhaled deeply, giving a small nod. You moved your finger from the page and gently shut the book. The servant turned and left the room without another word.

Once alone again, you gripped the edge of your desk, knuckles turning white with the force. Rhaenyra’s had another boy with Laenor.

Or so that’s what she would like the keep to believe.

You took another deep breath, releasing the table and smoothing down your skirts. You abandoned your books as you made your way into the corridor. Unsurprisingly, your sworn protector was nowhere to be found.

You didn’t have to ask. You knew where he was, even if you really didn’t want to believe it. You desperately didn’t want to believe it.

Ever since he had been named your sworn protector years ago, you had been in love with Ser Harwin Strong. You had thought he felt the same way– catching stolen glances, subtle touches, longing gazes. But apparently, he hadn’t.

He had grown distant a year after Laenor and Rhaenyra’s wedding. You didn’t understand why. The pair of you had been close– even closer than you were with your own sister.

You had guessed it was because he knew you fancied him, and he didn’t feel the same way. He was trying to but space between the two of you and let you down slowly.

You almost hated him for it.

And then you heard the rumors begin to swirl around. Rhaenyra, bedding another. Harwin Strong, too often at her side.

Harwin missing from his post at your door, or by your side. Rhaenyra sneaking glances at him. Her giggling to you as she spoke of him– oblivious to the fact that you were in love with him.

But you couldn’t say anything– couldn’t confront the heir to the throne. You would ruin her. How could you do that to your sister?

So you sat and watched from afar as the rumors grew and Rhaenyra became pregnant. You had been there at the birth. The boy, a brown-haired beauty.

A coincidence, right? The pair of you had Baratheon ancestors. Perhaps the brown had come from them.

The second child– brown and curly haired.

You could hardly stand it.

And now, a third. You suspected this one would look just like the others.

You made your way to the King’s quarters, hands clasped tightly together in front of you. People nodded to you as you passed, but you paid them no mind.

As you ascended the stairs and rounded the corridor to your father’s rooms, you heard a distinct, snide remark from Alicent.

“Keep trying, Ser Laenor. Sooner or late you might get one that looks like you.”

You fought back a frown as you stepped into the room, plastering a smile on your face.

“Rhaenyra, I’ve just heard. Congratulations.”

Rhaenyra, who had been sitting in a plush chair, smiled up at you. The baby was in her arms, sleeping peacefully. Your father stood proudly behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Laenor gave you a nod before he slipped from the room. Alicent gave a small smile.

“Thank you, sister. Would you like to see?”

“Of course.” You moved towards her, reaching down and gently taking the child into your arms. You looked down at his sleeping face and resisted the urge to cry.

This one was an exact image of his father– Harwin. There was no denying it. The rumors– the painfully obvious rumors– were true.

You cleared your throat, eyes darting back to your sister. “What’s his name?”

“Joffrey,” she replied, giving a small smile.

“I’m sure Laenor is very happy,” you replied.

Rhaenyra nodded.

“As are… others.” You added quietly, earning a frown from your sister.

You held the baby back out to Rhaenyra, who carefully took him back into her arms. She looked up at you, brows furrowed in confusion, but you just shook your head.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m to be at the dragon pit soon.”

“Of course.” Rhaenyra said, but you were already moving swiftly out of the room.

Once far enough away, a tear fell from your eyes. You quickly reached up and brushed it away, aware of the many eyes of the keep. You just had to keep it together until you got to your dragon.

“Princess, are you alright?”

A man called out to you as you passed, but you said nothing. You kept moving, almost jogging as you made your way to the dragon pit.

“Myrax,” you called as you stepped into the dark pit. None of the dragon handlers were to be found. That was for the best.

“Myrax,” you said again, moving towards where you knew her enclosure to be. The darkness of the pit almost felt comforting to you as you made your way to your dragon.

As you entered the large room, you spotted your dragon sleeping soundly. She was curled up on the ground, her breaths coming out in quiet huffs.

You smiled, your pain momentarily forgotten. Your dragon would always bring comfort to you. You moved forward, reaching a hand out to caress her snout.

“Myrax, wake up,” you spoke softly, gently rubbing the dragon’s scales.

Myrax’s eyes blinked open, the large yellow pupils staring right at you. You gave her a small smile, retracting your hand as the dragon rose and stretched.

“I’m not here for a ride, Myrax. I need you to do something for me,” you told her, watching as she looked down at you curiously.

You inhaled shakily, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. You almost couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Your eyes shut tightly, trying to work up the courage. Tears pushed past, flowing freely down your cheeks now. The dragon nudged you with her snout, giving a soft whine.

You almost didn’t want to leave her– it was a horrible thing, to break a dragon’s bond. But you could stand this no longer.

Constantly in Rhaenyra’s shadow. Having to watch from afar as she took the man you loved, as she had children with him, started a family with him. As she laughed with him and pulled him farther and farther away.

As she stole not only the man you loved, but your best friend.

You opened your eyes, taking in a steadying breath.

“Dracarys, Myrax.”

The dragon huffed loudly, her head moving back and away from you. You looked her in the eyes, silently pleading with her.

“Please, Myrax. Dracarys.”

The dragon whined loudly. You shook your head.

“Myrax, please do this for me. Dracarys, please. Dracarys.” You were sobbing, struggling to see the dragon through the tears in your eyes.

The dragon watched you for a moment longer, as if deciding, before reading back, opening her fanged mouth, and–

“No!”

Just as the dragon’s fire left her mouth, a body was tackling you out of the way.

“Princess, what are you doing?!” It was a man’s voice. The one who had spoken to you on your way here. He must have followed you.

He pulled you up from the ground, looking at you with concern. He held your arm tightly– but not enough to hurt. Just enough to be reassuring.

You blinked through your tears, finally able to see the man who had stupidly risked his life to save you.

Criston Cole.

“Why did you do that?” You asked him, pulling your arm from his grasp. He let you without a fight.

“Why did I stop you from killing yourself?” He gave a disbelieving huff, his brows furrowed. “Are you mad?”

“What do you even care?” You spat back, stepping around him and making your way back to Myrax. The dragon had lowered her head again, watching closely. “You hate my family.”

“I do not hate your family, Princess,” he said, which you gave a dry laugh to.

“Oh, alright. Whatever you say.” You reached out to your dragon once more, smoothing a hand down her neck.

“You have always been kind to me. We were friends. I still hold love for you in my heart,” he told you, slowly approaching you as if he was scared he might run you off.

“Besides, you and I share certain… animosities.” He added quietly, and you dropped your hand from your dragon.

He was talking about Rhaenyra.

You turned to face him. He was watching you intently.

“I do not hate my sister,” you said.

“Did I say that?” He replied.

You huffed, moving towards the exit. He stopped you, his hand shooting out to wrap around your wrist.

“Why did you do it?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You didn’t owe him any explanations. But he was right– you were friends, once. You were almost as close as he and Rhaenyra had been, before her wedding had happened.

He had kept his distance since then, but you remained civil with him, as he to you.

So that’s why you found yourself suddenly telling him this.

“The child. It’s Harwin’s, I know it. The others, too. I’m tired, Criston. I– he was my closest friend, my sworn protector. You remember? I thought he fancied me, as I did him, but he–”

You stopped yourself, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. None of it does. I was just tired, and making a mistake, and you saved me. So, thank you. But all is well now, and I’m going back to my chambers.”

He didn’t try to stop you again. He watched you go in silence, the gears in his mind turning.

—

The news of what had happened in the dragon pit reached the ears of Rhaenyra and Harwin only hours later. They had been sitting in Rhaenyra’s rooms when the man walked by, speaking too loudly to be a coincidence about what had occurred.

Rhaenyra and Harwin had shared a glance, and without another word, Harwin was moving out of the room and heading straight for your quarters.

When he reached the door, it was ajar. You were sitting at your desk, nose deep in a book. You didn’t look up as the door creaked open wider.

“Oh, thank you Lyla. I appreciate you getting me the tea–”

You looked up then, your words stopping at once. The presence beside you had not been your handmaiden, but Harwin Strong.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, quickly turning back to your book. You hadn’t spoken to him in days– there was no reason he should be here. Especially now that his third son had been born.

“I heard about the dragon pit,” he said.

You didn’t look up, but your heart skipped a beat. How had he heard about that?

“You don’t know anything,” you told him, playing it off as you tried to go back to reading your book.

His hand came down to gently rest on your shoulder, and you stiffened.

“I know what happened, Princess. And I know why.”

You sat there, suddenly frozen. Who had told him? Criston? Criston hated him, why would he–

“You know nothing,” you said again, moving to close your book.

“Princess, please,” he said, his voice full of worry. His hand moved from your shoulder to your chin, gently taking it to make you look at his face. “I know.”

You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have this conversation with him. You didn’t want to even look at him, in this moment. You didn’t want his pity, his comforting words. You wanted none of it.

“Leave, Ser Harwin.” You told him. The man didn’t move.

“Leave.” You said again, sterner this time. You pushed his hand away from your face. He still didn’t move.

You were standing now, pushing at his chest. “I said leave! Go!”

He still didn’t budge– just looked down at you with worry and hurt.

“Get out! Harwin, leave!” You cried, hitting his chest. You hands clanged harmlessly on his armor.

He took your wrists into his hands and pulled you into his chest. You sobbed freely now, giving in to the gesture. There was nothing you could do to make him leave. He had always been stubborn.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I- I didn’t know.” He was speaking to you softly as he held you close. “You didn’t say anything, and Rhaenyra was there, and I– I didn’t know.”

You sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly. Harwin released your wrists to wrap his arms around your middle. You didn’t reject the embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and you knew he meant it.

“This can’t be fixed,” you told him. He nodded, sighing sadly.

“I know,” he whispered. “But I’d like to try.”

You said nothing for a moment, swallowing down the rest of your tears, before slowly nodding.

“You can try.”

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DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Proposing on Christmas w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: It's the final day, and this challenge has sure given me a run for my money oh my goodness. I'm not proud that I let this challenge slip away from me, but I am proud that I didn't allow myself to abandon it, even though I did want to on major occasions. Sadly, I had suffered a severe case of writers' block and burnt-out motivation, but it seems as though my time away has lifted my spirits! I have received many requests leading up to now, so I'll be sure to catch up on those slowly but surely, and I thank those who have been oh so patiently waiting. I also want to thank everyone for their support on this! It truly was fun, but I think that's enough challenges for me until later lol!!

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Daryl was never one to be nervous, let alone on Christmas. Even before the fall of humanity, he had never once celebrated, and even if he did, it would’ve been a shitty holiday in the Dixon family household, accompanied by a drunk and abusive father, with an equally high and bigot brother, and an absent mother. So, it was safe to say that the man had never once imagined himself celebrating, until you, until he learned how this was your favorite time of the year, how he had noticed the lift in your spirits as the first snow fell. Until he had imagined himself being with you forever.

He had seen the happiness that marriage had brought Glenn & Maggie, but he also saw the sadness that plagued Lori & Rick as well. He had seen how broken up Maggie was when Negan had killed Glenn, how vengeful Rick became when Lori had lost her life to giving birth to Judith. He had seen the highs and lows of every kind of marriages, so he had no choice but to ask the only woman that he could trust, and that was Michonne. Yes, Rick was gone. There was no going around it. He had spent months out in the open searching for what felt like a ghost, and in those moments of loneliness, of a punishment he had unknowingly sent himself to, he had realized that he couldn’t be without you, and it would be the biggest mistake he had ever made if continued in this life without you being permanently bound to him.

“Michonne.” Daryl called out to the woman as he approached her. It took her attention away from whatever council business she was in the middle of. “I uh- I gotta ask ya something.’” He said as he fidgeted with his fingers nervously. “Anything.” She said with a smile on her face. “So, I wanted to uh- propose to ______, ‘nd I wanna do it on Christmas but, I don’ know how to.” He confessed sheepishly. The smile on her face was one that wanted to tease, but also help the poor guy out. “Just do it from the heart, Daryl. I know for a fact that she won’t say no, trust me.” Her words were comforting, and she knew that she would never lie to him.

Now all that was left was waiting for the right moment. Does he dress up? Does he gather an audience? It was only then that he realized how intimate and personalized proposals were. There was no right way to do it, in the moment when you two were alone, trudging through the forest as it snowed that he felt deep within his gut that this was it, the moment he had been waiting for.

“Stop.” He said suddenly, hearing the crunching that was coming from behind him cease. “Dar? What’s wrong?” You asked him quietly, eyes frantically searching in front of him for any type of danger, or food. “I uh-“ What was he supposed to say now? He turned around to face you, taking your hands in his. “The snow making you feel romantic, Daryl?” You teased, a soft smile on your face as you watched his large hand swallow yours. “I guess.” He confessed with his own crooked smile on his face. “I know ‘m supposed’ta know what’ta say but... I ain’ never done anything like this before. I’ve thought about this for a long time, hell, even asked Michonne to help me, but uh-" He got down on one knee and you swear you stopped breathing. “Daryl?” You asked shakily. He looked up at you through the hair in his face and dug something from within his back pocket. He had always had a habit of carrying your ring with him everywhere he went.

“Ya don’ gotta say nothin’ jus’... will ya marry me?” There it was the big question that had sat in the back of his throat and his mind for what felt like years. He watched as a large smile broke out on your face despite the tears spilling down your full, cold cheeks. “What do you mean I don’t have to say anything, Daryl? Of course, I’ll marry you!” You could practically scream at the top of your lungs as he stood up, his pants leg now soaked in melted snow. You giggled at the sight of it and Daryl grinned, reaching for your hand and slipping on the band that he had made for you.

“I know it ain’ much, but there’s only so many rings shop in the world, and I didn’ know what your ring size was.” You cupped his cheeks, thumb rubbing at the scruff. “Daryl, it’s perfect, and it’s so... you. I don’t need a gold or diamond ring, all I need is you, always and forever.” And with that, you kissed him, and he kissed you back, pulling your body into his.

At the end of the day, both of you walked out of the greenery as husband and wife. Not yet at least.

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