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augustvandyne · 4 months

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Lucy Chen x reader

Lucy loves Valentine’s Day and the reader doesn’t care for it but Lucy’s excitement and love for the holiday change the readers view

lucy has my heart!

valentine’s day

You’d made your dislike for Valentine’s day known on your second date, so you really couldn’t really answer anyone as to why you were letting Lucy take you all around Los Angeles on a scavenger hunt.

She left a handwritten letter on the bed this morning.

You loved handwritten letters, so that might be the whole reason you’re doing this. Or it could be because you love her. Or even just that you are interested in seeing where this goes.

The letters held multiple riddles.

The first letter lead you to the station, where she asked you out on a date in front of the building. Although you had to go inside for the next letter.

After chatting with Nolan for a few minutes, he gave you your next clue, which lead you to your first date spot, along with a rose.

“You’re lucky I love you,” You chuckled to yourself.

You place the rose safely onto the passenger seat, watching over it every few seconds. Just how you cherish any and everything Lucy gives you.

The second date location was under the Hollywood sign, where the two of you had spent the night looking at stars, and even caught sight of a shooting star.

You two fell asleep under the sign, which resulted in the two of you taking the next day off due to your stiff necks.

There was no gift here, as someone may have stolen it, but then why even leave a note?

Anyways, by then it was lunchtime, and you were grateful your girlfriend was a planner, because it took you straight towards your guys’ lunch spot.

“How is it going?” Lucy smiles sweetly.

You purse your lips and sigh.

“I know you don’t like Valentine’s day, and it’s fine that you don’t, but I want this one to be different for you,” She tilts her head. “It’s our first one, and I love this day, so at least try. For me?”

“Fine, but only because I love you,” You point your finger towards her.

“Yay!” Lucy clapped happily like a child, and you can’t help but fall even more in love with her.

“But first, lunch.”

The two of you ate, and you commented on how well thought out this was. You questioned her about what would be at the end, but she just kept her mouth shut.

“Wow. Lucy? Keeping a secret? You must be really proud of what’s at the end,” You say as you finish up lunch.

“I am,” Lucy rests her head in her hands. “I’m super excited, so please just follow through.”

“I will. In fact, I’ll start back up right now,” You pull the neatly written note out of your bag and make your way to your next destination.

“Amazing!”

You laugh and shake your head as you get back into your car.

She took you all over town until it was later in the night. You figured as much, as she needed the time to get off work, shower, and set up whatever needed to be set up.

You never knew your girl was this sentimental.

I mean, she led you to all your guys’ firsts, all your favorite places, anywhere you guys have went, the list goes on.

And not only was it the places, she’d left gifts for you, too! Candies, more roses, even a teddy bear.

She leads you back to your guys’ shared apartment, but to the roof.

You change before heading up, that way you’ll be appropriately dressed for your date, and not in the gross clothes your were running around in all day.

The roof was flat, and most of the time there were teens hanging out smoking up there, so how Lucy claimed it for the night, is beyond you.

Knowing her, she probably bribed them.

You were breathless when you saw what she’d set up for the two of you.

There was a makeshift bed in the middle of the roof, many, many blankets and pillows covering what you hoped was a blow up mattress.

There was also a small candlelight table with food ready to eat off the side, which was where Lucy was sitting.

And then there was a screen and projector set up so the two of you could watch your favorite movies. It was a dream come true.

“You did all this?” You sat across from her at the table.

“Yeah,” She bit her lip. “Well, not all on my own. I got Tim, Aaron and John to help me.”

“It’s beautiful,” You sip on some wine.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Lucy looks you up and down. “I see you changed.”

“I didn’t want to be underdressed. And I had to out dress you,” You gesture to your outfit.

“Oh, of course.”

She—or someone—had made your favorite guys’ food, to which the two of you ate in a comforting manner.

When she was done, you saw her begin to get nervous, which you think is adorable, but you can’t help but wonder why.

You look away for a second to look at the beautiful starry sky, and next thing you know, Lucy is on her knee beside you, holding out a beautiful ring.

“Y/n, I love you. The whole purpose of this today was so I could keep you distracted long enough to decide what I was going to say. And even then, I don’t know what to say. Because now that you’re here, and beautiful than ever, I’m at a loss for words. I want to change this day for you, and I feel like this is a great way to do so,” Lucy pauses to take a breath. “Don’t think of this day as Valentine’s day, think of it as the day we got engaged. That is, if you say yes. So, Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, of course I will,” You wipe a tear that had made its way onto your cheek.

Lucy puts the ring on your finger and stands up with you, kissing the life out of you, then pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m glad you said yes, because then it would’ve been awkward watching movies with you.”

“That’s really what you’re thinking of right now?”

“No, I’m thinking of how beautiful my fiancé is,” Lucy pulls back to look at you.

The two of you spend the rest of the night on the roof, not even caring about the mess you had to clean up tomorrow morning.

This was the best Valentine’s day ever, and it was now your favorite holiday.

#the rookie x reader #the rookie #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen #send asks #please ask me about them #wlw post #wlw #valentines day

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magicalprofessorsludgedeputy · 4 months

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Megabee merformers drabble

Megatron circled his cage and seethed. Fury burned in his heart, drowning out the dull pain of his injury as he began moving faster. How dare those humans capture him. How dare they place him in this cell so mockingly modeled off his home, as if it would make the place any less of a prison. Megatron had been badly injured by a battle with ultra magnus when he had been captured, the humans had swoop down like scavengers and taken advantage of his incapacitated state like the vultures they were. They would not be able to keep him here, he would escape eventually and when he did he would gather his forces and reduce this prison to rubble! All he needed was time. So he continued to seeth and swim in circles, stewing in his fury. Until he heard a voice.

"You really are something." He turned and found the owner of the voice to be another mer, an eel significantly smaller than himself with golden yellow scales and splotchy black stripes. Megatron simply stared, dumb founded at the stranger who had somehow gotten into his cell without him noticing. Before he could think, the eel surged towards him until they were face to face mere inches apart, an eagure grin on his lips and sky blue eyes practically sparkling.

"What's your name big guy?" The question shook Megatron out of his shocked stupor just enough for him to remember that, Injured or not, he had a standard to live up to.

"I am lord megatron of the decpeticons. who may I ask, are you little one?" He drew himself up to his full height as he spoke, looking down on the little mer and flashing a fanged smiled for extra measure.

"Cool names bumblebee, nice to meet ya." The newly dubbed bumblebee replied casually, once again throwing him off guard. Just who was this runt to disregard him so easily.

"What are you doing in here bumblebee?" It was megatrons turn to get into his face swimming up and coiling around him like prey. He let his irritation drip from his voice like venom which bee, infuriatingly, didn't seem affected by.

"Oh I heard that their was a new arrival and I wanted to check it out so I snuck out of my tank and came here." he contemplated the implications of that statement.

"You know how to escape your cell?" He questioned in utter shock.

"Oh yeah, I do it all the time. I know all the blind spots and routes and stuff." Megatron let a small piece of desperate hope enter his heart.

"Do you know how to escape the facility?" "You mean get outside? Yeah I know a couple ways I've never really used them though cause they require certain stuff to work." Those words filled him with excitement but he restrained himself in order to maintain his composure.

"Tell me about them, won't you?" Bee's smile turned sly.

"Ah ah ah, that won't come for free big guy I want something in exchange." "Name your price." He normally hated bargaining but gaining insider knowledge would be crucial to his escape.

"I'll tell you about the inside if you tell me about the outside." he... wasn't sure how to respond to that. Bee took his silence as prompting to elaborate.

"I was raised in captivity, I've spent my entire life in places like this getting moved around every couple years. I wanna know about life outside the walls."

"You've never been outside?" Megatron questioned. "Never." He didn't process the little mers next words as an inferno clawed at his insides. A life kept in a cage, never knowing the freedom of the open ocean, surrounded by filthy humans. The idea burned under his skin like magma. He grabbed the little mer by the shoulder, staring him dead in the eye. "Not only will I tell you everything you desire about our home, but I will show it all to you." If it was possible bumblebee's grin widened further and his eyes sparkled as he leaned in.

"Really? You mean it?" Megatron elected to not acknowledge the way his heart fluttered at that. "You have my word."

#tfa bumblebee #tfa megabee #tfa au #Merformers #There will be more

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husbandomail · 6 months

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December 9: scavenger hunt

Ever since you’d explained the concept of Christmas to Kalim, he’d been ecstatic. And it’s understandable; from a desert country, of course he’d be mystified by a snow-dusted holiday. Sweet and generous, it was only natural he’d adore a holiday where he finally has justification for showering his friends with gifts. Nobody would reject a Christmas present, right?

Of course, his excitement went too far in the opposite direction, too— you’d left him alone for just a moment in your dorm while you went to grab a drink, and when you’d returned, the presents under the tree had clearly been disturbed. Kalim has never had a very good poker face.

It’s obvious he can’t be left alone with the gifts before Christmas.

“—gettin’ warmer,'' you hum from your spot on the couch. Kalim is digging through your bookshelf, his delicate fingers brushing against the spines and flipping through pages. At the sound of your voice, his hand hovers over one particular tome, the one he’d grabbed as you spoke; when he opens that one, a loose piece of paper flutters out.

Kalim snatches it and reads it quickly. His face twists in confusion. “What’s this clue mean?” He turns to face you with his big, innocent eyes. “Am I almost to the end—? I did well, not peeking beforehand! Can’t you just tell me where they are?”

Damn. He’s too pretty, your resolve can’t handle it.

With a sigh, you lift yourself off the sofa; Kalim is happily bouncing on his toes before you can even say “Fine, I’ll bring you to ‘em.” The clue in his hand was the last one you’d had prepared anyways, so the little scavenger hunt was effectively over. Down the hall, up the stairs, into one of the spare rooms in Ramshackle that you rarely use— you toss the door open to present Kalim with his prize.

The room is empty.

Your heart drops when you see the presents you’d been hiding have vanished. The dust on the floor has clearly been disturbed— your footprints from when you’d put everything in the room, and a small set of pawprints leading back out. Kalim tilts his head with a confused frown. “Weren't you hiding them to keep them safe from the rest of us? But they’re gone.”

You’re already halfway down the stairs again. “Grim! Give them back!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #scarabia #kalim al asim #scenarios #imagines #christmas list #x reader

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make-your-own-evil · 1 year

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Hi I'm new to ur blog and I was wondering if I could have btas dork squad (aka Scarecrow, Riddler, and mad Hatter) with a s/o who has a special pocket watch that allows them to travel to different dimensions at different time periods? And the funny part of that every time they come back home their wearing new clothes from said time period and holding a gift basket full of their dorks favorite items or things s/o thinks they would like? Fem or gender neutral ❤❤

❤ anon

this is such a cool ask??? i have never written anything like this before so i am excited to challenge myself, but im also nervous to see how it turns out! i think ill do a fem reader since ive done gn for the past few asks (im assuming you want headcanons btw)

note: feel free to reblog! just give credit when necessary :)

(ps i ADORE reading tags, comments, reblogs 🥰)

BTAS! Dork Squad x TimeTraveler!Fem!Reader

Mad Hatter:

he is your number one fan! he thinks you and your fancy, time-traveling pocket watch are truly the bees knees. you constantly keep him in awe

begs you to take him with you :( if youre only able to travel by yourself then he waits patiently for you to get back

travel to the mid to late 1800's England! in the times of lewis carroll, victorian tea parties, fancy attire 😍

you reappear in his hideout, not wearing the clothes you left in, but a beautiful blue day dress with silky fabrics! his face is beet-red and surely there would be smoke coming from under his hat if it were possible!

not only are you dressed head to toe as a noble lady for a tea party for two, but you also brought him gifts?

oh be still his beating heart! when you thought it would be impossible for him to smile any wider, he did! bring him old books, (technically) new clothes, trinkets, hats and new tea sets!

no matter which time period you travel to, he sits you down and asks you a million questions and begs you to tell him everything!

stares at you in awe and wonder while holding your gloved hands as he hangs onto your every word

looks like this the whole time :O

Scarecrow:

BLACK DEATH BLACK DEATH BLACK DEATH >:)

do you really want to tickle the spooky mans fancy? travel anywhere from 1347-1351 in Europe.

he is fascinated by your pocket watch and demands to know how it works

as a demonstration, you disappear from his lab and suddenly reappear later wearing a red stitched gown that looks more like a long tunic. a white cloth veil covers your hair

he has his clipboard in hand

if he wasnt fully convinced of your time traveling device, you decide to bring him some gifts!

PLAGUE DOCTOR TOOLS!

in your little medieval basket you have a mask, blades, gloves and even a jar of leeches!

proposes that you join forces! he doesnt know how you could help him exactly but your little pocket watch is pretty nifty

he asks you to go to more time periods and bring him back things for his "experiements"

YES theyre for his experiments and totally not for self indulgent purposes >:(

Riddler:

future babeyyy

do you want to truly impress him? bring him back some pieces of tech that he can tinker with!

he doesnt believe you at first when you try to tell him about the pocket watch

once you disappear and reappear with goodies, now hes invested!

you show up wearing a green and black body suit in fabrics he has never seen before!

you bring back a phone that uses a 7G network system, newspapers with major events, a laptop with a 2 petabytes of storage that is no thicker than a half inch, books and movies that havent even been released yet and more!

he asks you VERY technical questions that you probaly dont have the answers to

have you met your past/future self? how does your watch work?isnt this going to destroy the space-time continuum? what if you die while traveling?

like scarecrow, he is probably going to make you go off and scavenge for things he would find useful

i am 100% confident that this riddler could reverse engineer just about anything. with your powers combined, nothing stands in your way

#btas dork squad #btas riddler #btas mad hatter #btas scarecrow #btas dork squad x reader #fem s/o

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transingthoseformers · 9 months

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Finished most of my idea outline for my mini-ES!Dratchet fic. I am getting more excited for.

Ratchet leaves after Glit–known conscientious objector, youngling, and Pacifist–Glit is taken into custody and treated the same. He cannot stay after that. Maimings, arresting non-combatants, using locks. Ratchet goes for a drive and doesn't return.

I am referencing to my favorite Ratchet adventures: driving first to his friend Stitches, a human he meets in one of the short stories who is a former army surgeon who helps Ratchet preform surgery on a human woman caught in a car crash and who he befriends and eventually offers a prosthetic to, place because he can't think straight and talking to him; meeting the rogue and pissed off Grit; finding Deadlock who'd disappeared during the Earth Campaign rough and bleeding after saving a human boy and his pet dog who immediately went to get the Ambulance at Stitches place; them going on their decade long jaunt around the world including Japan which Deadlock deeply enjoyed.

Ratchet is not aware of the possibility of kindling. It was deeply hidden. Deadlock is aware and formally one of Soundwave's personal agents he knew of Soundwave and Ravage's child Glit. Soundwave and Ravage are an established couple and Ravage was friends with Megatron who was also Soundwave's lover and friend at least until he left.

Ratchet is relearning anatomy, doing deep dives to find suppressed and removed coding and quickly being forced to learn on the job with his own bearing.

Deadlock makes the decision to call in a favor from Onslaught who fucked off with his Combaticons to safety of another country. He doesn't tell Ratchet why until they find Soundwave and the Cassettes licking their wounds. With them is Glit, who it turns out is much younger than Ratchet suspected. Soundwave gives Ratchet all the information he has as does Ravage, who is one of the oldest Cybertronians alive. Onslaught offers old literature and plays referencing it.

Ratchet agrees to train Glit in exchange. Ravage and Soundwave are willing to trust him and Glit wants to learn more than they can offer. He agrees.

Deadlock and he settle down for a bit, Ratchet feeling broody with a sparklet on his heart and Glit to mentor. When they hear about the release program for some Decepticons and how they are being regulated to certain strict areas they head close to their to make sure they are taken care of. They end up meeting Decepticons like the Scavengers, Reflector, Sky-Byte and his ridiculous trio, Astrotrain and Blitzwing who are starving, and Blip.

They wind up moving between the areas both official and unofficial where Decepticons settle. They also run into others, like Thundercracker who has eloped with a human woman and a dog, Skywarp and Nova Storm who hiss but reluctantly let him repair them, and the Constructicons who are hiding out in a construction company who are fully aware of their identities and are paying them while the Constructicons support smaller Decepticons who've attached themselves to them.

There is time skips and finally Hot Rod is born after seven years and 170 days after Ratchet kindles. All this time what triggers them to return is the incident with the tower and Ratchet getting a call from Optimus saying he needs him. Optimus never once reached out respecting Ratchet’s decision. The Junxies, freshly so, head off to rejoin them. Deadlock still goes by Deadlock except around Ratchet who calls him Drift.

They reunite and are introduced to sparklings, Terrans, and Ratchet says he has some news too and breaks the news about his husband and child to MegOPLita.

Damnnnn, makes sense that eould be Ratty's final straw

It had to be such an experience for the others, Ratchet leaving.

I like to think this is one of those things they don't talk about, besides maybe long nights after difficult missions or while a little bit overcharged.

owo? Kindling? an intriguing detail to add here...

Oh I've thought about that! (The modifying code to prevent getting sparked up bit)

Don't worry to hard about the word vomit i wrote that idea in (unless unless?)

The combaticons living in another country in hiding? Interesting

Damn is learning Glit's true age gonna make Ratty even more pissed at GHOST because not only did they treat Glit like shit but he's a kid; they had the audacity to treat a kid like that.

there are gonna be so many cool ratchet moments omgggg

Ratchet over here collecting decepticons like a twelve year old named Red would collect pokemon

So THAT'S where Thundercracker went!

Awww yes the Constructicons being hidden by some humans!!

Oooo yes yes, Oppy finally caving to bring Ratty back!

Of course, another child!

#maccadam #transformers #transformers earthspark #whole lotta guys #earthspark ratchet #earthspark deadlock #Deadlock #ratchet #tagging those two as that because hopeee #ratchetlock #RavWave #iicr that is the ship name #Thundercracker x Marissa #megoplita

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fangbangerghoul · 4 months

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What Did I Get Myself Into?

My Time at Sandrock Fem!Builder Ghoul x Owen Builder Ghoul takes Owen out for a day! WC: 990 Chapter 2: Is This Fun?

Chapter 2 of my 1k words or less fic is ready! I have been dabbling in what the kids call....fluff? No violence, gore, trauma, just good ole causal cuteness.

The link to Ao3 is in the title but the chapter will be under the cut! Please feel free to reblog or comment/kudos on ao3 to show support!

Chapter 2: Is This Fun?

Owen was close behind as Ghoul immediately took them out to the desert. It was midday and thankfully there was a light breeze that eased the heat of the sun. Ghoul was twiddling her fingers as she led them both further into the sandy hills and a part of her was regretting even offering to be Owen’s entertainment for the day. Her usual days were not fun, and she couldn’t imagine anything to do that he would even consider fun.

“There are some wood piles up ahead that I needed to scavenge.” She begun, breaking the silence between them. Her voice was breaking from the lack of confidence but she continued anyway. “Would you be willing to help with that?”

She made a point not to look directly at her tall friend. Ghoul knew his days were mostly socializing and cooking so possibly getting his hands dirty in the dirt and grit of the sand wouldn’t be so appealing.

“I can help with that.” Owen sounded as chipper as usual and it made Ghoul’s ears feel as if they were pricking up like a cat. “I’ve always wondered what your day-to-day looked like.”

Ghoul stopped for a moment to turn towards him to evaluate whether this man was messing with her or not. She was one of the builders of the town and she found it hard to believe he was being serious right now. He stopped right behind her looking expectedly. His blue eyes glimmering from the sun’s shine above. The way they sparkled made her look away and Ghoul tried her best not to let her lip form the pout she felt instinctively to do.

“Well…” Ghoul begun, kicking the nearest pebble and dust from the sand covered her boots. “I find myself scavenging more than anything if I am being honest. Tearing down old scrap metal piles, piles of old wood that have collected dust, and sometimes mine rocks that are around the fields.”

“That…” Owen scratched his head as if that would summon the words he wanted to say. “That is a lot of hard work. I am more than happy to lighten your load today.”

She was still suspicious but she decided to take his word face value as she nodded in approval before leading them forward once more. It only took a few minutes before she found the wood piles she had spotted earlier. Her tools were up against the same rock where she left them when she dragged the large boards to her shop. She grabbed her axe and went to hand it to Owen.

“You might want this.” She offered trying to at least make the free labor she got from him a little bit easier. Ghoul did feel guilty that this was what she brought them to do but she didn’t do much for fun. Owen raised an eyebrow at her and shook his hand to dismiss her offer and she felt her heart sink.

“I don’t mind using my hands.” Owen sounded excited as he started to fold up his sleeves and then threw his long scarf around his neck so it wouldn’t hang so loosely. He wasted no time as he begun to pull the loose wood out of the sand pile, dusting it off and putting it into a whole new pile. Ghoul was caught up in watching him so willing begin the sweat inducing work but she shook herself out of the trance and started to break down some of the larger pieces of wood.

Owen pulling out loose pieces and Ghoul breaking down larger pieces continued until there was a nice wood pile behind them both. Their hands were covered in dirt, grime, and even some splinters but the sun was starting to kiss the horizon. Ghoul used the back of her hand to try and wipe the sweat off her forehead to avoid the sting of the perspiration in her eyes. Without warning Owen stopped what he was doing, took a step over, unravelling his scarf and closed the space in between them.

Ghoul was already feeling sun kissed but there was a new source of heat coming from within her. He took the personal liberty to wipe off the dirt from her face. One of his large hands cupped her chin to hold her face as the other one shielded with the fabric started nudging away the sweat and dirt that stained her face.

“Feeling better?” He had a proud smile on his face as if he accomplished a long-term goal. She found herself staring back at him with a blank face, lost in the niceness of his action before she nodded softly.

“Thank you.” She whispered, the heat still gently lingering on her cheeks and falling to fill her belly. He let go of her gently and took a step back using the same scarf to wipe his own sweat from his brow.

“I suppose we should take this wood back to your shop?” He asked cautiously. The unfamiliar anxiousness within his tone was what brought her back to earth and she looked at the wood pile and then back to him.

“Yes!” She squeaked as if it was the first time she spoke in her life. She started to wave her hands in a no motion. “But I can drag it back myself. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Don’t be silly.” He chuckled and the light in his eyes danced from amusement and the small wrinkles scrunching from the laughter. “Of course, I am going to finish the job. Today I am a builder too.” He did not allow for it to be discussed any further and immediately picked up most of the wood. His broad shoulders balanced the stack of wood boards perfectly and he began walking ahead to her shop. Ghoul found herself scrambling to grab the rest of them and do a light jog to keep up.

#mtas builder #mtas oc #mtas owen #mtas fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fang writes #my time at sandrock #fluff?

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justcallmefox89 · 2 months

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Gnome Troubles - Chapter Seven (Wicket's POV)

Astarion puts his new plan into motion.

“Darling it’s a celebration, not a funeral. If I can manage to feign having a good time, surely you can as well.”

“Hm.” I flash Astarion a half-hearted smirk and motion for him to join me. He moves next to me, and I fill his goblet from the only half-decent bottle of wine I’d scavenged from the druids.

“So why are you brooding over here in the shadows when you could be celebrating?”

“Did we really give them anything to celebrate?” I shrug and take a drink, the heavy, rich red wine rolling over my tongue. “We cleared one obstacle for them but there’s another twenty for them to clear before they get to Baldur’s Gate.”

“Gods,” Astarion groans. “Is it too much to ask for just a little bit of fun for one night? A bit of excitement?”

I glance over at him from the corner of my eye, choosing to remain silent and continue drinking.

He leans closer to me; close enough for me to smell the fresh scent of the soap he used to wash up with earlier, and the warm, slightly spicy scent of his perfume. “You know, we could always make our own entertainment darling. Get a little closer, so to speak,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

I start at the blatant proposition, spilling a little wine onto my trousers. Astarion gives me a cat-like grin and tilts his head to the side, waiting for my answer. I restlessly tap my fingertips against the stem of my goblet, ignoring the burn in my cheeks as I consider the elf’s offer.

On one hand Astarion is objectively beautiful, and it’s been longer than I care to admit since I’ve enjoyed the touch of another. On the other hand, he is a vampire and I’ve already betrayed my oath by allowing him to live this long. Accepting his proposition would be akin to daring Kelemvor to smite me.

I am so godsdamned tired.

I swallow down my nerves. “What did you have in mind?”

“Find me after the other have gone to sleep,” he purrs in my ear. “And we’ll have a more… private celebration.”

I shiver at the feel of his warm breath against the shell of my ear, tantalized by the prospect of his fangs scrapping against my skin… the feel of his lips against mine… I nod in affirmation, not trusting myself to speak.

“Then I’ll see you later tonight, my dear.”

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stardustbarbarians · 7 months

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When Prince Samuel finally reached him, he was greeted with the most awful sight of Daniel bound to a boulder with iron chains clamped around his hands. His arms were forcibly stretched out above his head, the strained muscles on his chest on full display due to his lack of clothing. And perched atop his ribs was an eagle, its talons digging so deep into his flesh that they seemed to coil around the bones of his ribs. Its head was bowed, its beak violently tearing into the skin right beneath Daniel’s right pectoral. A sickening amount of blood spilled out from Daniel, some of it even dried on his sweat-slicked sinews.

His face was screwed up in unbearable pain, his teeth gritted against the agony of having his liver scavenged from beneath his still beating heart. Each movement of the eagle made the man cry out in pure arduous torment. Tears even flowed down the sides of his face.

Samuel’s knees buckled beneath him. He crashed into the cold stone of the ground, horror freezing him in place. There was nothing he could attempt in order to save Daniel. He had been sentenced to this torture under divine order. There was simply no escaping your fate once the Gods had condemned you.

Knowing that he had limited options, Samuel went with the only one he knew to be possible. He crawled along the floor of the cave, reaching out for his best friend. When he reached Daniel, the royal simply smoothed the curls on the crown of his head. The tortured man’s sobs became stronger as he experienced his first comfort in Gods knew how long, leaning his head into the touch of Sam’s caress that traveled down to his cheek.

Samuel felt a tear of his own trickle down his cheek as he pressed his forehead into Daniel’s. “I am so sorry.”

“Sammy!”

The prince jolted awake at the calling of his name. Blearily, he rubbed at his eyes before searching around to check that he was not still trapped in that awful nightmare. Instead of the oppressive darkness of that cursed cave, he was greeted by the warm embrace of the late afternoon sun. With a sigh of relief, all of his fear seeped out of his bones in his exhale. He glanced upwards, Daniel gazing down at him with a look of carefully masked concern on his face.

“What is it?” The prince’s voice sounded as though he had swallowed sand. He lifted one of his hands to his forehead, rubbing at his temples that were beginning to throb.

“Were you having a nightmare?” Daniel inquired, his brown knitting as he closely examined his companion.

Yes

“No. You needn’t worry,” Sam quickly reassured, waving his hand in a dismissal of his best friend’s concern.

Samuel watched as the ward regarded him. He was aware Daniel knew he was lying, it was now simply a matter of whether or not he would call Sam out on this.

After shaking his head, the ward came to his decision.

“Pythius just came by to offer up the news. Jacob has returned to the palace.”

Samuel, still reeling from his nightmare, forced himself to react with the same enthusiasm he had emanated for the past week in regards to his brother. Cosmetically, he knew he had managed to muster the appropriate response; his lips parting into a blinging smile as he shot up from his position, forcing his skin to buzz with excitement. But, just beneath was a darkness that was sapping away his true elation and replacing it with an encompassing sense of dread.

He had dreamt of Daniel as Prometheus, the Gods ultimate scapegoat. And as he bounded off towards the marble structure he had called home for the past eighteen years, he could not rid himself of the sinking feeling deep within his stomach that his nightmare mirrored that of his prophetic dreams.

Even Sinners Drink the Wine, a prologue of Too Pretty For War, coming soon...

#surpriseeeeeeee #I promised a Sanny chapter of this series and I did not forget #too pretty for war #greta van fleet #greta van fic #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sammy gvf #danny gvf #jake gvf #josh gvf #sanny gvf #samuel francis kiszka #daniel robert wagner #sam x daniel

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You've been following the breadcrumbs all night. I've known your passion for the heart for some time. You're gorgeous inside and out. My dream come true. I've had you on this scavenger hunt, left a few 'enticing' notes that point you in the right direction and get you flustered. I left this powdery substance on the individual papers, blending in with it perfectly. Its very touch makes your heart beat stronger and faster, and you can feel it thrashing inside your chest more easily. And you know what? You actually like it. Your heart feels good and you feel your body reacting. It's adding to the fact that the letters' contents alone each make you increasingly pent up and excited. Whoever I am, you want to find out. Finally, the last letter, but there's no powder. Your heart beating even harder and faster against your chest is all you. The only thing left is a key to the apartment room on the third floor down the hall. Your secret admirer await in the room before you. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears in anticipation, breast being moved by the intense, forceful beating of your heart, alone. With hands being shaken from the repeating force of your wrist pulse - by extension, your beating heart within your chest - you steadily unlock the door before turning the knob to open it. Finally, there I am, waiting no more, at last. Strapped to a hospital bed, I am naked. Slim but healthy. You walk up to me in curiosity and interest - interest, because it seems as if I am your 'patient' today. My visible heartbeat is strong, fast, and so damn obvious. At last, I speak. "Everything that I am, is yours, tonight.", before eyeing the tables to my right and its contents next to it. There is literally everything you could imagined. Steths, mics and speakers, an EKG machine with nodes, ultrasound machine/Doppler, sex toys, surgical tools, you name it. My heart and body are yours. Pleasure and please me, and indulge yourself if you must, or something else. There are literally no limits tonight to what you can do to me. What will you do that will make this once in a lifetime night absolutely memorable and unforgettable from beginning to end?

I would put you through the paces, taking my sweet time as I explore your chest and heart. First simply listening to it with the stethoscope, then the EKG, then a doppler. Watching it on the ultrasound screen. But my hunger for your heart takes a darker turn and I crave to rip it out and let your heart hang out your chest, toying with it still as I get it racing with all sorts of tests. And if it stops, I’ll get it going only for everything to repeat.

#cardiophile #cardiophilia #dark cardiophilia #heart #female heartbeat #dark resus #resus #male heartbeat #heartbeat

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Run BTS: 047 | Protect the BTS Village part 1

Original Air Date: 03 APR 2018 Episode Length: 29:49 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: No Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears

Synopsis: The iconic debute of the Blue Village saga. Think scavenger hunt meets a social deduction game (think werewolf/mafia for some, Among Us for others). I am completely biased by this concept. The best birthday party ever has was when my mom set up a scavenger hunt. When escape rooms became popular, i was so excited. so it's impossible for me to be objective with this episode. When I started watching Run BTS for the first time, i honestly didn't think there would be an episode that topped these.

Production: They do a great job with the location and getting coverage. the map graphic is a great piece of storytelling as well, it's a shame that it comes out a little stagnant with how little movement it's actually conveying so a more dynamic version would have helped with the pacing. The explanation screens are pretty excessive. i get that this concept is a little more complex and they are trying to avoid staff just rambling the setup, but this is definitely a crutch in these kind of eps. The art dep does a good job with what they need to do, but overall I'm not a fan. The one before the meeting is even more superfluous. I think we'd all rather have had more footage in the time consumed by that 'summary'. We just watched the scenes that it summarizes and we're about to listen to the members share it all with each other. The one after the meeting is quotes of what we just heard the members say...

Endearment: Call me crazy but I think these episodes have some of the best glimpses into authentic personality traits for the guys. They're honestly so bad at these types of elaborate setups that they have to spend the whole time focusing on that and less on being entertaining. so it feels a little more genuine.

Winner/Loser: see final part

Best Cheater: Jin, for that fake hint

Member Moments:

RM: Mechanic RM, doing such a good job trying to unravel the hints and figure out a meta of who is on his team.

JN: Bank President Jin, first instinct: make up a clue to point to Yoongi.

YG: Flower Shop Owner.... wait you can hear the intro to give it to me during his introduction?? i never noticed that before. Yoongi is so great in these kind of episodes, i don't know how to describe it, he's just the most chill version of dedication to the role playing and strategy

JH: Supermarket owner! I'm loving the irony of his description, "a social person with all the villager's info'... uh, with happens later with Jimin, Hobi clearly did not keep up with that trait! lol Hobi actually is pretty good at the searching aspect of these games, but you can tell he thrives in a team mentality. he knows how to point out what may be important and then brings it to someone else to get it to the finish line.

JM: Delivery man... i adore Jimin but you can tell that he struggled with the act. they clearly cut away from him every time something points to him being guilty. y'all i wasn't expecting to have any feels during this episode. the Jm/jk salute in the police station... i just wanted to watch a silly run ep, not be reminded of the ms.

V: Patisserie V! We didn't get much V coverage this episode, but we find out more about what he was up to in the next one.

JK: The least observant Police Officer in history. He literally picks up the hint and doesn't see it. Now it's obvious the guys were not given any direction regarding what they should be looking for, but the edit kindly points it out to the audience. bless poor JK's heart

Bonus Content: Much shorter than expected for this episode, and it's mostly the same scenes we had. does anyone know when the bonus content was released? it makes sense if it was before the final part, and they were trying to keep the reveal secret.

CQ Rank: 5

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(CQ Eval Date: 04 FEB 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 046

Next Episode: 048

#run bts #ep.047 #bangtan sonyeondan #bts #youtube #jeon jungkook #park jimin #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #min yoongi

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This is just a quick rant (that you can take as a request if you feel so inclined)

WHY AREN'T THERE MORE DARK REY FICS OUT THERE?! REDEEMED BEN IS NICE AND ALL BUT WHAT ABOUT REYLO RULING THE GALAXY TOGETHER?!!?

I get it! I have to admit it’s compelling, and I often think it’s super cool particularly when I see it in the form of fan art. I like it, but I have to admit I don’t necessarily want more of it or want to write a bunch of it myself. I kinda just enjoy it if I happen to come across it and then don’t think of it much beyond that. But hey, have a lil something since you sent an ask 😉…

Tired of Fighting

Kylo shifted in his bunk, surfacing into consciousness as a very familiar feeling washed over him. His eyes blinked open and he sat bolt upright, grabbing the lightsaber at his side and preparing to ignite it. His finger paused though, as Rey came into full view, standing near his bed by way of the Force.

“You,” he murmured.

“I can’t stop seeing it,” Rey said, prompted by nothing at all. There was something wild in her eyes.

“Seeing what?”

“A vision… of the Sith throne.” She paused, and he could see her swallow thickly. “You and I are on that throne.”

Kylo’s heart beat faster, because he began to realize that the look in her eyes wasn’t anger. It was excitement. He didn’t want to push her away again, so he proceeded with caution, gauging her intentions.

“I’ve seen it too,” he replied softly, gently. “You don’t need to be afraid, Rey. You don’t need to fight it any-“

“I know. I’m not fighting it anymore.”

Kylo blinked, wondering if she could possibly mean what it seemed like.

“I’m tired of fighting it,” Rey added, her eyes boring into his. “Now that I know who I am… it’s only become harder. Maybe it’s time to become who I’m meant to be. Maybe I’m not afraid of that anymore. At least, not if I’ll be with you.”

His entire body was humming with energy now, wanting to jump up, wrap his arms around her. But he knew this would only last for so long, and that wasn’t good enough. Only forever would be good enough.

Throwing his blankets off, Kylo stood to face her. “Where are you?”

Something shifted in Rey’s gaze, and he thought he saw the ghost of a smile playing at the corner of her lips as she stepped closer.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Her eyes swept over his face, down slowly over his chest, then back up again. “What if I’m not ready to give up the fun of being chased?”

Kylo stared down at her with determination and thrill, instantly enjoying this new side of her. He’d known it was there all along, and he had not been disappointed.

“Well then, scavenger, I’ll just have to come find you.”

“Trust me, if I’ve learned anything from being a scavenger…” Rey lifted to her toes, so close that he could feel the warmth of her body against his chest and her breath against his lips even as their Force bond began to fade. “Searching and waiting makes for a much sweeter reward.”

#reylo #dark rey #dark reylo #idk I felt like challenging myself #since it’s not typically what I go for #especially in my own writing #will post on ao3 soon #and if you have an ao3 name let me know #I’ll gift the fic!

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A Little Bit of Christmas

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick) x Reader (F, no Y/N)

Warnings: Angstyyyyyy then some fluff, I don't proofread initially so apologies about spelling!

Requested: YES! The delightful @rosiahills22 posted that she had an idea and was kind enough to share it with me. Here ya go, sunshine- I hope it breaks your heart! <3

"Okay, I know something's up. You're never up before I am," the sleep made Jake's voice even deeper than usual, a loud yawn punctuating his suspicion. You simply smiled, perched on the barstool by the counter, coffee mug firmly in hand. You gave him your sweetest look as you sipped your coffee, a bit of the whipped cream on top sticking to your upper lip.

He chuckled as he made his way to the cabinet to grab a mg and get his own caffeine for the day. The two of you had been together for just over two years, but this would be the first Christmas that he was actually home on base and not deployed on some secret mission thousands of miles away for the holidays. You started humming a christmas carol into your coffee, chancing a glance up at Jake as he poured the hot coffee into his "Navy Aviator" mug. He looked at you quizzically and then saw some of the boxes from storage stacked up behind you.

He let out a tired laugh. "Don't go overboard, okay? Don't want to hurt yourself while I'm not around." He gave you a wink, but the meaning was well intentioned- you had previously had a bit of a spill when decorating for the Fourth of July ( wasn't your fault- the flagpole was ridiculously high and the stepstool wasn't entirely stable). You nodded fervently as he downed his coffee.

"Here's hoping for a good day," he said softly, kissing you and running a hand down your cheek. You smiled as he broke the kiss and headed towards the doors with a "love you" tossed over his shoulder. As the door closed, you practically jumped out of your skin, excited to start decorating.

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You knew it had been a while since breakfast, your growling stomach was the only indication that was persistent enough to get you to stop. You walked to the kitchen and started pulling out a variety of items to eat as you admired your handiwork: a full tree, decorated with ornaments, lights garland, and icicles displayed proudly in the living room, lights strung up and down the hallway to the bedroom and bathroom with ornaments hanging from them, wreaths on every door you could find.

You had also swapped out all the blankets in the living room with more holiday-centric pieces, pillows were exchanged, and stuffed animals were added to complete the christmas display that was now your couch. You smiled at the small, stuffed Rudolph and Clarice, enjoying their lovesick look and making you immediately think of how you looked at Jake.

You had made a list of a few items you were missing- a new wreath hanger for the front door, some replacement bulbs for the top of the tree and a few new ornaments to commemorate your first, actual Christmas spent together. You hadn't mentioned to Jake how much you enjoyed decorating, especially now that you finally had someone to share it with.

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Before you realized, your stomach was growling again. The blue lights on the microwave read 9:02 and you were immediately confused why Jake wasn't home yet. Normally, he'd arrive back to you between 5-6, 6:30 at the absolute latest. Or he'd call if he was going out (honestly, he normally just told you to meet him when he went out with the gang from work). You checked your phone and saw no calls or messages, so you continued a scavenge for food, throwing together some pasta dish in case Jake hadn't eaten when he arrived.

No sooner were you pulling the past off the stove and grating some cheese into it did the front door open. Heavy boots hit the floor as the door slammed loudly shut. Jake's bag hit the wall before it hit the floor. You jumped a bit, not sure what had happened, but one look told you everything.

It had been an absolute hell of a day.

Jake walked past you towards the fridge, grabbing the bottle of whiskey that sat next to it on the counter. He grabbed a glass and, with a long pout, downed the amber liquid in seconds. You gently sat down his plate of food and Jake followed, now with a beer in hand.

Dinner was silent. You didn't want to pry or bother him when he got like this. It wasn't often he shut down, but you knew better than to try and play therapist and fix him in a state like this. You quickly finished your food and stood, taking both your empty plates to the sink. As you rinsed them off, you smiled at all your decorating and how it shone against the darkness outside. You looked at Jake, but he was still slumped over, sipping his beer.

"Hey, I know it's been a rough day but-"

"But what?" You took a shaky breath as his question came out as more of a bark than anything. When you didn't say anything, he looked at you annoyed. You unenthusiastically gestured to the living room and the kitchen, where glimmering Christmas lights shone proudly and small bits of holly garland now adored the tops of your cabinetry.

Jake groaned. "Okay, great. More stuff," he half mumbled into the beer bottle. You bit your lip frustrated almost to tears, but not willing to shed them.

"I know it's been a rough day," you repeated calmly, "but I wanted to do something special since it's our first real Christmas together."

You weren't sure what it was, but that seemed to snap something in Jake. He stood up, beer bottle clanging to the bottom of the trash bin in front of him. You took in a deep breath, unsure of exactly what was bout to happen.

"Great. Just fucking great, babe. You cover the house with all this shit," the word came out like poison, "and why? You want a pat on the back? Want to feel like what you did was special? Wow. Awesome." He rolled his eyes as the sarcasm and his volume started to grow.

"I'm sorry that I'm not in the mood to deal with any of this christmas bullshit and I wish you would just stop wasting my money on all of it so everything can look even more cramped than it already is!" he shook the stuffed Rudolph in his fist and let it fly off into the tree as he stormed out of the room and towards the bedroom. The door slammed and suddenly the only sound in the room was the tinkling of ornaments on the still shaking tree.

You took in a shaky breath, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. You had thought this would be a surprise that Jake would like. He told you on his last deployment how much he had loved seeing you decorate the place and how you had "really made it your own." You slowly stepped towards the tree, grabbing a few branches to settle it back down. You picked up the thrown reindeer and then you saw it: the "Our First Christmas" ornament that some of Jake's work friends had given to you before the deployment laid shattered on the floor.

You cradled the pieces in your hand and then walked them over to the trash, the ceramic clattering quietly with the now forgotten beer bottle at the bottom. You looked around and let out a heavy sigh, tears still falling as you wiped your nose on your sleeve. You began unplugging lights, removing the remaining ornaments and boxing them back up and putting them in the storage closet.

You were surprised at how quickly you were able to put everything away. You hadn't been interrupted, so you assumed that Jake had fallen asleep. You sat quietly on the couch, the room seeming especially bare. You sighed and pulled up a blanket, exhaustion overtaking you into sleep.

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The next morning you woke early, the bareness in the room another reminder of what had occurred last night. You took in a shaky breath and quickly walked to the bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and splash some water on your face. You were grateful to past you for leaving some clean clothes on the hamper in the bathroom. You changed and decided to head out for some coffee from the local shop just off base.

When you returned, coffee and pastries in hand for you and Jake, you found him sitting on the floor, facing the corner of your living room. You looked at him quizzically and, as you crossed the room to put the coffee and food down on the kitchen table. With the new vantage point, you saw him holding a ceramic piece of the ornament that had broken last night.

"I'm a fucking asshole," you heard him mutter quietly. You stood still, eyebrow raised, waiting for him to continue. He stood slowly, the ornament still in hand, as he made his way over to you at the kitchen table.

"I'm so sorry, baby, so, so, incredibly sorry," he looked down at his shoes, afraid of what you'd say if he looked into your eyes. He took in a shaky breath.

"Christmas was always hard at home. It seemed like every year it was the perfect time for a full blown fight between my parents and someone would always break someone else's toys and it was always stressful and chaotic and..." you could see a tiny glimmer of wetness on his cheeks.

"...and it's no excuse. I shouldn't have done any of that. I was so glad to have you here and have you to celebrate with. And I know I ruined it and I don't know if I can fix it, but...I'm so sorry. Something snapped and I lost it. And now I'm terrified I'm going to lose you." He looked back down at the ornament shard in his hand.

"I need you to know how much this means to me to celebrate," you started, voice shaky, hands held stiffly by your sides. "I didn't have anyone or anything to celebrate Christmas growing up. Dad was always gone, mom didn't have any money and anything they did have, they gave to my younger brother. Now they're all gone. Last year was my first chance to celebrate and decorate. I was so proud to show this all off to you and this year, my only dream was to get to spend it with you. To get to have a real family Christmas celebration."

Your words hung thick in the air. Before you realized it, Jake had you wrapped up tightly in his arms. Apologies were mumbled into your hair as he clutched you tightly to his chest. You felt hot tears on your cheeks and on your neck and shoulders as your arms automatically wrapped around Jake's muscular frame.

"Okay, I am not going to be able to make this up to you," he pulled away slowly and looked down at the ornament in his hand, "but, goddammit, I'm going to try," you gave him a tentative smile as he continued. "Go out and buy whatever else you want for Christmas, New Year, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, whatever holidays you want to celebrate okay?" You let out a laugh as you wiped the snot from your nose in a very unladylike fashion.

Jake laughed and hugged you again, placing a kiss on your lips, both cheeks, forehead, and the top of your head. You laughed again and then started towards the door, car keys, coffee, and purse in hand.

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You returned back with a small bag of decorations a few hours later. You knew Jake was trying to patch things up, but you still felt guilty about all the items you had already spent money on. And, quite honestly, there wasn't much more that you needed around the house.

You heard the music inside before you opened the door. Christmas music blared from the house and only got louder as you walked in. You were not anticipating seeing almost everyone from the recently Top Gun mission in your house, all in a variety of stages of decoration. You immediately spotted Phoenix and Bob at the Christmas tree, while Halo was clearly hanging lights in the hallway (and the bathroom?).

"Hey Hangman! Mrs. Claus is home!" You turned at saw Rooster on a ladder with Coyote and Payback trying to steady him as he hung something from your ceiling. You laughed a bit and put down your purse, handing the bag of decorations to Halo as you continued into the house.

Jake stepped out of the bedroom, a red flannel and jeans now adorning his body and a santa hat perched on his head. You laughed (unsure of where he got a flannel for the hot San Diego temps) and stepped into a hug with him.

"Thank you," you whispered and he pulled back, putting the santa hat on you and dipping you into a long, obnoxious kiss. It earned a lot of whoops and hollers and a few gags (Rooster) as you ended the kiss.

"I know it's not the same, but I hope it's a little bit of Christmas for you," he whispered and wrapped his arms around you again.

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A/N: Did I say "I want to hurt my own feelings?" Yes. Yes I did. Thanks again to @rosiahills22 for the idea!!! <3

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #Hangman #hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #hangman fanfiction #hangman #top gun maverick #top gun 2 #christmas fic #request #angsty #angst with a happy ending #top gun 2 angst

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integra1127grimmreaper · 1 year

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Hello Darling - Part one

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Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, mention of violence

A/N: a little something I conjured up with the story plot from @ravenrose18. Initially this was supposed to be just a three-part story, but my brain got carried away with it, lol.

Summary: During his first visit to Alexandria, Negan runs into a blast from his past that he never thought he would ever see again in this new lifetime.

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Raven had left early the morning to begin scouting for places to scavenge; with Alexandria being low on supplies and this new threat of the murderous group that Rick and the others had ran into a few nights ago, she knew it was imperative that they increase the supply stock and fast.

This new group according to Rick went by the name; The Saviors, led by some lunatic that went by the name, Negan.

Raven had been caught off-guard when hearing the name, it had been years since she last heard that name.

It couldn't possibly be her Negan though; the man Raven had known could never be capable of all the evil that Rick had described.

The Negan she had known, was a kind-hearted man; one that was more likely to have helped them to get Maggie to Hilltop that night, instead of murdering two people by bashing their brains in.

Therefore, Raven knew it wasn't her Negan, and made the decision not to mention anything to Rick or the others of her past acquaintances with someone by that exact name.

The sun was high already by the time Raven had collected the limit of what she could carry, there was still quite a bit more supplies left in the building she had found; so, she made sure to secure it well before heading back home to get assistance.

Something's off... Raven frowns, noticing that there was no one up top on the guard post.

As she came closer, her assumptions were confirmed when noticing the unfamiliar trucks blocking the entrance from inside the settlement.

"Who the hell are you?" some vicious looking man barks out.

Raven stares taken aback at him.

"I'm one of the residents here."

"What were you doing outside?" the man scans her from head to toe.

"I was out scavenging" she replies.

"You find anything?" the man demands.

Letting out a sigh of relief when seeing the gates of Alexandria in the near distance, Raven quickened her steps to get there. After the busy morning she had, all she wanted now; was a hot shower, and a long nap.

"It's all in the bag" Raven points to her back.

"Take it where it's supposed to go then" the man orders after having allowed her inside.

Raven nodded at him in response without any questions; she didn't have to, if her guess was correct, then these must be the infamous Saviors, come to collect their first quota. Good thing that she didn't go out with a vehicle this time, or they would have had to kiss all that she had found goodbye.

Raven had barely made it halfway, when out of the blue a gun shot rang out through the air. Dropping to the floor in defense mode; she quickly scanned the surroundings, pulling out the gun that had been hidden under her shirt. But before she could even blink, Raven found herself face down in the dirt as two men restrained her.

"Stay where you are, or I'll blow your fuckin' brains out!" a third ordered out as he bent down to collect her gun and other weapons.

With a mouth full of dirt, Raven debated on whether to test that theory when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a very familiar voice; a voice she hadn't heard in years.

"What the fuckity-fuck is going on here?!"

Raven was roughly hoisted up to her feet, her eyes coming into focus then with a face she had never thought she would ever see again.

"Well, fuck... am I seeing a mirage or what?!" Negan booms out in excitement, tongue curling onto his top lip.

"If it ain't my ol' buddy, Raven Rose!"

"Negan...?" Raven stares open-mouthed at him.

With a shit-eating grin, Negan spreads his arms wide open.

"Hello Darling..."

Instinctively, Raven moves to hug him but stops midway at seeing the look of utter surprise on Rick's face; the realization hits her then.

Negan, her Negan was the murderous lunatic that has been terrorizing the surrounding communities. The same lunatic that bashed in the heads of Glenn and Abraham.

"Are ya just gonna fuckin' stand there staring at me whole day, or are ya gonna give ya old friend a hug?"

Realizing now wasn't the time to dwell too much in her confused thoughts, Raven flashes him a faint smile.

"Yeah, sorry..." she responds, stepping forward to hug him.

"Aah... it's good seeing your beautiful face again, Darling..." Negan groans, squeezing Raven tightly in his arms.

Raven doesn't respond at first; her mind wandering off to years earlier when she had last seen Negan before the world had gone to hell.

Flashback.

It had been an exhausting day for Raven and all she wanted to do once home was grab a hot shower, eat, and then relax a bit with a few beers before heading to bed.

Exhaling a sigh of relief as she got near to home, that all changed though when Raven notices Negan's bike parked to the side of her driveway.

"That's strange... he didn't say anything about coming over."

Getting out of the car, Raven barely made it to the front steps of the house when Negan rushed her.

Confused a bit at what was going on, Raven stood silent for a few seconds as Negan tightly hugged her; his face buried in the side of her neck.

Raven was about to crack a joke about the situation, until suddenly she felt the shaking of Negan's body as he began silently sobbing against her neck.

Concerned at what was going on, Raven attempts to lift his head so she could look at him.

"Negan?" Raven pulls at his head to look at her.

Negan finally looks at her then, tears running down his cheeks as he stared down at her.

"What's wrong?" Raven reaches up to cup his cheeks in the palm of her hands.

"What happened?"

"Lu...Lu..." he whimpers out, visibly shaking as the tears continued to flow.

"Is it, Lucille?" her brows furrow in concern.

Negan lets out another sob, nodding his head.

"She has cancer..."

"What?!" Raven yells out in shock.

Negan had been a complete emotional mess as Raven led him into the house. After having gotten him to finally calm down a bit, she gave Lucille a call to let her know where Negan was.

After a long chat between the two of them and knowing that Negan needed time and the support from his closest friend to come to terms with what was happening; Lucille decides that it be best for him to stay the night at Raven's.

End.

Negan pulls from the hug, cupping Raven cheeks in his palm and smiling down at her.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

Tears formed in Raven's eyes as she nodded with a faint smile, thoughts of the good old days rushing through her mind then.

Negan and Raven were pulled from their moment when one of his men cleared their throat then.

"Sir, what do you want us to do with these?" he asks lifting her weapons and the bag of supplies.

"Oh, yeah... almost fuckin' forgot" Negan shakes himself back to attention.

"Rickie Boy, mind taking those supplies to where they supposed to go. Raven Rose and I have some catching up to do while ya get onto finding that missing gun of mine."

Rick remains silent as he takes the bag, but it was perfectly clear that he was seething deep within as Negan cockily grinned at him.

"And her weapons, Sir?" one of the others enquires.

"Oh, the gun's gotta go..."

Negan looks to Raven with a faint smirk.

"Sorry, Darling... you can keep ya crossbow though."

Nodding in understanding, Raven reaches out to take the crossbow back.

Negan dramatically spreads his arms out in question.

"So, which one's your house?"

"The one your people are busy carrying the bed out of right now" she points out in the direction.

"Hey!" Negan yells out as he stomps toward the house, calling out orders then.

"Take that shit back where it belongs! Nothing gets touched in this house, you understand!"

Raven remained silent as she watched the men rush in a panic to return her belongings.

This definitely wasn't the Negan she remembered. Did that Negan even still exist?

Part 2

#twd negan #twdfanfic #twdlovestory #negan x oc #negan smith #The Walking Dead #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM #negan

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theseasonthatchangedmylife · 1 month

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The Summer that Changed My Life

In the approaching days, I’d have the freedom to steer away whenever faced with such predicament, sparing myself from degradation, shedding the pursuit of validation from those who turn a deaf ear. The car keys become a ticket to escape.

I was 17s summer old when I joined a summer camp called Lakegreen. It was an insistence of my mother. It was strange that my humble mother urged me towards this camp. Of course, my old man had no say in the matter since he was gone as the per usual. Strikingly, the decision was solely hers. I was not against the idea; in fact, I was excited to be away from the city to enjoy observing the skies. The allure of escaping city lights to bask in the beauty of stars captivated me.

As a kid I wanted to major in Astronomy because it was a career where I thought I could go 'higher than dad'. However now it is just a hobby. Camp Lakegreen, a resort in a wooded landscape hugging a serene lake. The water, calm and glass clear by day, tranquil under the noonday sun, peaceful navy hue at night. The air was warm and dry, embraced by a nocturnal breeze.

A myriad of activities awaited us—canoeing, hiking, swimming, scavenger hunts, and indoor pursuits like poetry contests, arts and crafts, and tie-dye.

Amidst the joys, my friendship blossomed with Amy, a shy, fair-haired girl. Assigned partners by the counselor who oversaw our cabin, Peter, who also overlooked the futility of pairing two introverts. h-hello my name is Jane! ”…… hi”, said Amy

Our conversation was almost as scarce as the class O star. Our cabin housed two other girls from my school, with whom I was not fond of. Particularly Nevada—a proud snob, a year my junior. Amy’s aversion to Nevada became the catalyst for our growing closeness, a classic ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ scenario.

On the second day, I signed for a poetry contest themed on summer. Despite my appreciation for outdoor sports, my heart found solace in stillness. I spent a day in my bunk bed writing a poem:

The Observing Season

When toes sink in the golden dust

And the blue seas wash it away

It is the time for the long rest

It is the time of the day

The new thrives and the old may rust

It is the time at the end of May

Lounger out for observing hours

Amateurs pack up tools to scour

"Shorter nights", they say to cower

Well, the warmer nights have the meteor shower

Time passed so fast, as nightfall arrived unnoticed. Eager to gather inspiration for the poem under the stars, I ventured outside my cabin into the woods.

Amy, just returning to the room, proposed a lakeside stroll. We got closer to the lake and took pictures with our phones there. The further we got away from the lake into the woods the warmer and slightly dry it got, but the strong breeze was comforting. Everything seemed fine until we saw Nevada and her friend smoking in secret. The second they got a glimpse of us, they threw the cigarettes away and fled the scene. While Amy and I were laughing at the sight of the mighty Nevada being scared, the cigarettes' butts started a flame which grew bigger despite our attempts to stop it.

'LET'S JUST RUN AWAY', said Amy. Let’s go before the counselor sees us!'

I shouted: 'Are you insane? I am not leaving until I put the fire out!'

'I am sorry I... I can't stay here any longer!'

Amy left, and I couldn’t quell the fire. Peter, armed with a fire extinguisher, arrived, averting a catastrophe. The next day,

the kids’ stared at me accusingly, and the administrators summoned me.

‘It was not me!’ I protested.

‘Jane, we don’t want to make this uncomfortable. You were the only one there,’ said Peter.

‘No, I was the only one who cared to stay!’

The administrator who cleared his throat loudly said: 'regardless of what you say, we thought it was the best to call your guardian over'

'What? I am telling you it wasn't me and if you ask Amy who was with m-'

'ENOUGH', screamed the administrator.

'The fire could have led to a serious tragedy had we not handled the situation fast', he continued: 'The parents are worried that there is an arsonist in the camp over rumors'

Tearfully, I defended my innocence, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

‘Grab your things before your parents arrive,’ Peter declared.

"Parents?" it is only my concerned mom I bet.

Hours later, my mother arrived. Attempts to explain my innocence were overshadowed by her apologies to the administrators. I couldn't stand the sight of my mother humiliating herself like that. And for something I didn't do! It would have been better if I did it for real at that point. The car ride was stifled. I couldn’t stay silent, so I let it out:

‘Let me explain…I saw Nevada smoking then-‘

'I know my daughter wouldn't do such a thing... I have heard you the first time', mother said.

Her understanding helped calm the rage within me. Nevada, Amy, and the camp were forgiven in that moment.

Months later, my mother’s health deteriorated. She was diagnosed with cancer, she started taking chemotherapy, but it was not effective. Attempts at treatment proved futile. Eventually she was put in palliative care few weeks before she died.

My mother was aware of her condition long before my father and I, but she chose not to let us know. I couldn't stop thinking that she sent me to the camp so she can go through with the therapy in secret. “If only I ran with Amy that day instead of trying to be the hero mom wouldn’t have died” was the thought I couldn’t shake. I was not the same person anymore. That summer had changed me.

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Chapter 16: Somber Skyline

Hey guys! Coming in with a new chapter! Something a little slower to cool down from that fight and to see what happens with the Demon of Empire City after everything.

I hope you guys like it! Let's jump in!

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I can hear it from where I sit, on the ledge of the tallest building in Droptown. The place is alive with celebration and with good reason. With that… Whatever it was, dead, the town can now go about their lives without worry or fear. I thought I saw a few people go out to scavenge the body for whatever could be useful, wouldn’t be surprised if the head was lopped off to be used as a trophy or something. Either way, the city is full of festivities and it seems like everyone is attending.

Well… Everyone except me.

Normally the thought of a party would be exciting, a chance to show off, get free food and drink and cause hell, but right now, the thought of being around a gaggle of drunken hooligans made me seeth. So for the sake of my own sanity and the safety of others, I’m here. Silently thankful that I’m not in my old group anymore, as I know that as soon as I headed off, somebody would be screeching my name by now.

I look down at the town and sigh, so many thoughts whirling around my head. A cacophony raging. From the destruction of my Amp to the bastard monster that broke it. It was all so much… So… Overwhelming. I couldn’t think straight right now. I needed the quiet.

As I gaze down at the streets, I notice Mako wandering around. I could guess that maybe she’s looking for me. Being someone who used to run with me, she knew what it meant when I disappeared and she’d go looking for me, not to pester me, but give me company and a listening ear. I see her spot me and climb up to join me, sitting next to me.

We sit in silence for a long while. I don’t mind it. The silence is comforting and familiar and the company is very much welcomed. I pull out one of the coils that was the tip of my Amp and I try to fix it. Maybe if I can fix one piece, there’s hope for the rest. I tinker and fuss as Mako watches me. The silence continues until she breaks it.

“Hey…” She greets, I grunt with a half-hearted “Hey” in return as I am more focused on the item in my hands. There’s another pause that hangs in the air before she finds her voice again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She asks, I let out another grunt in response.

“I’m fine, Mako.” I lie, trying to shrug it off. “Just didn’t feel like partying is all.” I try to put on my best poker face, but by the look on Mako’s face, she isn’t convinced.

Though there is one thing I am thankful for, she knows how I am. Trying to pull things out of me is a one way ticket to getting decked. When I don’t want to talk, I don’t, not until I’m damn good and ready to. I’m doubly thankful that she has the patience to wait as well, wait and stay quiet until I eventually fill her in.

My hands fret and fiddle as I try to fix the smaller piece. Damnit… My eyebrows furrow as I try to fit the pieces together, but with no such luck. The more I struggle, the more frustrated I become.

“Hey man. You went college prep, I took shop classes. So uh, who's the dummy now?” I can hear Zeke’s playful comment ring in my mind as I keep trying to at least fix one of the coils. What once was a joking tease between brothers now a dagger to my heart. Hot tears prick the corners of my eyes until I just… Stopped. It’s no use… Zeke was always the tinkerer. Always building and experimenting. He was the only one who could fix it… And he’s gone.

I sigh as I use the palm of my hand to rub my eyes, no use hiding it. Especially from Mako, who’s pretty much the closest thing I have to an honest to god friend out here.

“It’s my Amp…” I start off slowly, trying to keep my voice in check. “I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out how I’m going to fix it, but… I just… Can’t.” I admit, my shoulders slump as Mako tilts her head towards me to listen. “And I’m worried that it’s too far gone and she can’t be saved.”

“Have you tried asking Kestrel?” Mako asks after a long pause, I look at her like she’s lost her mind.

“Mako, have you forgotten?” I grumble, bitterness lacing my voice. “To say me and her have bad blood between us is an understatement. You know this. I’ve told you this and I’m sure you’ve heard it from the bird too. Not to mention, after what happened back at the mine? How can I trust her to do right by me? For all I know she could melt down the pieces and use them for something else.” The mere thought of the girl doing just that made crimson sparks arc off of my arms. It would be the last thing she would ever do if that came to pass.

“Then there’s her reaction to Dove. She is right, we already have a deal. It’s for a firearm, not for repairs, and with how she lashed out, I doubt she’ll be willing to negotiate.”

When I look to see Mako’s expression, there was a bit of hurt in her eyes as well as a bit of anger, but I didn’t blame her for getting aggravated. She and Kestrel were thick as thieves… Just like Zeke and I were… I remember I always became pissed off when someone would talk trash about him and he did the same. God, life must be feeling extra cruel to me as of late.

“Look…” Mako sighs softly. “I haven’t forgotten and I’ll be the first to admit that when it comes to words and emotions, she’s a complete and utter dumbass. Lets her feelings run wild and crash into things, she’s also very, very abrasive at times too… But Kestrel is far from being heartless.” She pops her knuckles as she looks off into the distance before continuing on.

“Kes wasn’t upset at the notion of repairing your weapon, she was upset that Dove just volunteered her out of nowhere. Kinda like what Kuo used to do with you, remember?” I can’t help but to groan and roll my eyes at Mako’s reminder. God, that ice-harpy was always pulling shit like that. If she wasn’t volunteering me, she was telling people to come ask me to do things they could do on their own… And if it wasn’t that, Kuo would be bitching at me for not doing something or other, barking orders at me when I could be in the middle of doing something as simple as trying to take a piss break.

“And the ice bitch wondered why I was always in a bad mood.” I thought to myself.

“Did you really have to bring her up?” I question before sighing. “Yeah… I remember, and you’re right. It’s the same situation. Someone offering up someone else’s services just because they know them and what they can do…. Guess I really can’t fault her for her reaction, can I?” I look over to her as she nods at me. “Especially when it is something I’ve done myself, wouldn’t expect any less than what I would expect for myself.”

I see Mako’s hand reaching out, I nod my head to give her the okay. She carefully lays her hand on my shoulder.

“I know you don’t trust her, Cole, but I can assure you that if you went to Kestrel with the Amp, she’d repair it as if it were the most precious of heirlooms. Even with the bad blood.” She hums softly. “I know her well and when it comes to items of great importance and meaning, she will do you no wrong.”

I watch the Shark as she stands and stretches before I look down at the broken coil to think. There’s just so much to think about, so much to process, so many emotions to sort through. It’s moments like this where I need to head off on my own to be with my thoughts. Thankfully it seems Mako’s about to take her leave, probably to get the triage set up for her teammates after they come stumbling back, drunk off their asses. She begins to walk off, before stopping and turning her head to look at me.

“You don’t have to make a choice right now, just think on it.” With those parting words, she jumps off of the building to head off. I turn my head to look at the coil again, sighing softly and fighting back tears. I pocket the broken part into my sling before standing up and walking towards a wire.

I’m definitely going to be thinking on it.

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