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softguarnere · 9 months

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Joe Liebgott x reader

A/N: (this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) This fic idea has been banging around in my head for a solid year now, but for some reason I'm only just now writing it. Oops. The title comes from "2am" by Foals. Thanks for reading, and I hope that you enjoy! Warnings: alcohol, mentions of the Holocaust, language (one f-bomb and that's it)

For the middle of summer, the night air is cool against your warm cheeks when you stumble out of the hotel lobby, arms slung around the necks of your friends as the three of you lean into each other for support and guidance as you make your way to the curb. The three of you are still laughing at some joke that Luz made back inside when the cab pulls up.

“Here you go.” Careful not to lose his grip on you, Luz opens the back door of the cab and guides you towards the back seat.

You really should be getting back to your hotel, but you don’t want this night to end. And who would, after all the fun you’ve been having with your old friends? It’s nice to see them again, to catch up with them, like you’re finally getting to know them without the constant threat of German artillery fire looming over your heads.

“I’ll take the next one,” you protest.

This makes Babe laugh. “Nope. Drunkest person needs to get home first. We gotta make sure you get in the cab before you pass out.”

You fix your old friend with the best intimidating look that you can manage in your current condition. “You drank way more than me, Heffron.”

Babe chuckles. “But I can actually hold my liquor.”

Well, touché. You can’t argue with that one.

“Can you make it home okay?” Luz asks.

“I’ll be fine,” you promise. After all, you’re not nearly as drunk as they seem to think that you are . . . At least, you don’t think you are.

As if he can see your thought process, Luz laughs. “I’ll swing by tomorrow morning to make sure that you’re still alive.”

Your friends close the door of the cab then. Babe taps the glass of the window twice to signal to the driver that you’re ready to go. On cue, the car pulls forward, slowly pulling out of the hotel’s drive. Only when it nears the exit of the parking lot does your driver finally ask his question.

“Where to?” A voice with a familiar raspy quality wants to know.

The sound is enough to make you freeze, your breath stuck in your throat. Maybe you are drunk. Yes, that must be it – the alcohol making you hear what you want to hear, using some wild manifestation of your subconscious desires. Because you haven’t heard that voice in years. You haven’t seen its owner in just as many. And you certainly didn’t expect to run into him here, of all places.

Your eyes jump to the rear-view mirror. A lump the size of a golf ball appears in your throat. Because even in the faded light of the late summer night, there can be no mistake as to who is staring back at you, waiting expectantly for your answer. Even after all these years, even though you can only see his eyes, you would recognize him anywhere.

“Joe?” Somehow, the words manage to push past the lump in your throat, echoing through the car in the silence that has fallen.

Click-click, click-click. The turn signal methodically keeps time, a metronome as your fellow paratrooper waits for a reply. Though you still haven’t said anything, he takes a right out of the parking lot and eases onto the road.

“Guy behind us was looking impatient,” he says by way of explanation.

It’s Joe Liebgott, you can tell. From the voice, the eyes, the way he tensed when you said his name. Would he have reacted that way if anyone else had said it? Or is it only because of you and the things that happened between the two of you so long ago?

The car is moving and you probably shouldn’t, but you can’t stop yourself from leaning forward, trying to get a better look at him. He’s so close – closer than you ever thought he would be – but he seems unreal and worlds away, like a dream that you can almost, but not quite, reach.

“Is it really you?” You whisper.

Joe sighs, a familiar sound. “Yeah, (Y/N). It’s me.”

“San Fransisco,” you remember aloud, some far away memory of some offhand comment that he once made to someone filtering into your memory. “You always said that you would come back here.”

He only nods. Your heart thuds in your chest. There’s so much to say, to ask, yet it feels like you’re running out of time for it all.

“And now you’re here,” Joe finally says. “With . . . them.”

It takes your brain a second to work out that he means Luz and Babe. Two of the many members of Easy Company who came to the reunion this year. Unlike some people.

“You didn’t come to the reunion.”

“No.” He makes a noise that might be a laugh. “Kind of defeats the purpose when you’re trying to leave the war behind you.”

Leave the war behind you. A slap in the face would have hurt less. Is that why he stopped calling you? Stopped answering your letters? You met during the war, during boot camp, and made it through the whole thing together – from Georgia to the Eagle’s Nest. You had been under the impression that you could make it back to the States . . . Well, at least now you know that Joe had different ideas.

“Then why are you here?” You ask. It’s a fair enough question; Easy Company reunions always generate a lot of attention. Joe happening to be outside of the hotel that was hosting this year’s reunion can’t be a coincidence, can it?

His silence is all the answer that you need.

“You showed up, but you didn’t come inside. Why?” Before he can answer, you add, “And don’t say the thing about leaving it all behind you again. I got that part, okay?”

You can hear Joe’s mouth shut with a click. You hadn’t meant to snap the last part at him. But seeing him here . . . All the anger, the sadness, anything you ever felt about or towards Joe Liebgott that you’ve spent years repressing is now rising to the surface.

“I think you know why,” Joe mutters.

No! You want to snap. No, I don’t understand how you could have left me hanging like that, after all that we went through together, all that we meant to each other.

“I – “ He clears his throat, shakes his head. “I was only hoping to see you. Just . . . I don’t know. I thought that would be enough, if I saw you. I never expected you to get into my cab.”

“And now I’m here.”

“Now you’re here.”

Thankfully the darkness of the night hides your faces from each other. In the solitude it provides, you can feel warmth bubbling and spilling over your eyelids, leaving glossy trails down your cheeks that shimmer gold in the passing streetlights. When it was clear that Joe was done with you, you had decided to leave him and your affections towards him behind. Clearly a part of you never quite let go. That much is clear to you now, as tears escape you without your permission.

Still driving, Joe glances up at the rear-view mirror, catching your eye. Your teary eyes. You can hear the frown in his voice.

“(Y/N)?”

“You left me behind,” you whisper.

For a moment, more silence. Then, “I know. And you know what? It was the stupidest decision that I ever made.”

Yes, it was. For a while, having loved him, having trusted him, felt like the stupidest decision that you ever made. It seems so terribly silly and childish to be sitting behind the man you once loved wholeheartedly – the man who broke your heart – and to wish for nothing more than for the two of you to go back to the way that you once were.

Second times the charm? Or should you follow a policy of “fool me once”?

“I want to go home,” you say. “Can you take me home? Please?”

Joe nods. “Where to?”

You give him the name of the hotel that you’re staying in. The cab fills with the rhythmic click-click, click-click of the blinker as Joe changes lanes, easing the car onto the exit and then navigating onto the quickest route like a master. There are several times when you hear him draw a breath as if to speak, but he never says anything. You keep quiet, allowing him the silence to concentrate on his driving.

Say something! Part of your brain – or is it your heart? – demands. You never expected to see him again, and now the chance is here. The destination is fast approaching, and then what will you do? If only you don’t squander it, this could be your chance to say all the things that have plagued you for years.

The cab slows as Joe sidles up to the hotel. Warm light from the lobby spills out the door and into the back of the cab, beckoning you into its safety. However, something stronger in the front of the cab keeps you firmly in place.

“I can’t sleep alone. Not again.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you’ve even had the chance to register them in your mind.

For the first time since you got into the cab, Joe turns to face you so that you can look at each other head-on. He frowns.

You rush on. “Do you remember Austria? After we liberated that camp, I never thought that I would sleep again. I only got rest because you were willing to flaunt the fraternization policy to come hold me, keep me safe.”

“I remember.”

“I think about that, sometimes,” you admit. You probably shouldn’t have told him that, given him that power over you. But who doesn’t regret the things they say at 2 a.m.?

Joe pushes a sigh, long and hard, through his nose. “Fuck.” He adjusts his position so that he’s leaning further back into the cab, closer to you. Through the darkness, you can see the conflict so clearly on his face, with his wrinkled brow, his frown. It’s so familiar.

“I’m sorry,” Joe says. “I really . . . I was stupid. You deserved better than that. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought that I was sparing you.”

“From what?”

“All my pain. My anger.”

“You don’t think I have that, too?”

Joe blinks, like the thought hadn’t occurred to him. When your boyfriend should have been helping you through those things, you had to rely on your old friends from the company instead. You would have helped him through his struggle, if he had only let you.

Then again, Joe Liebgott always had trouble asking for and admitting when he needed help.

“Park the car, Joe,” you say. “No, not here. In one of the parking spots.”

“Why?” Joe asks, even though he’s already pulling into a parking spot – he gets it perfect on the first try, effortlessly.

“Because,” you say. “You’re done driving for the night. You’re coming up to my hotel room and we’re finally going to talk.”

Joe kills the engine, but he doesn’t move from his seat. For a moment he stares at you, like he isn’t sure if this is real, or if he should. He must make up his mind because he nods, gets out of the car, and comes around to open your door for you. In the old days, he would have smirked at you, given you some pick-up line to hear you laugh. Now, he watches you with reserve.

Maybe this is a mistake. But if either of you really feels that what happened was a mistake, then there’s the possibility that it can be fixed, even after all these years. Not in one night, but it will be a start. Tonight, you can do something for Joe that people so often forget that he needs – show him some understanding, some compassion. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to reignite the light that once existed between you again.

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #joe liebgott #joe liebgott x reader #joseph liebgott #joseph liebgott x reader #my writing #hbo war fanfic #hbo war

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moonsnpurplepinkskies · 3 years

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*HUGE OWL HOUSE SEASON 2 EP 5 SPOILERS*

things about the new owl house episode that made me spontaneously combust:

- gus is finally getting the character development he deserves omg love that for him

- gus and luz’s relationship is so underrated and sweet why doesn’t anyone talk about it

- also random thought but i feel like gus and luz are more similar than we realize? idk maybe it’s just me but

- the part where luz was holding her breath in order to remain invisible while eavesdropping lmao

- luz’s face when em says “nah you already got that covered” when luz asks if they’re picking up amity HA

- the little gasp ed and em have when they realize what's going on with luz and amity

- HUMAN WORLD LUMITY DATE DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS

- no joke i’ve actually made so many headcannons about this

- the library guardian actually being so nonthreatening was the funniest i genuinely laughed out loud

- luz and amity crying after amity got fired i felt SO BAD for both of them

- obviously it sucks for amity because she got fired and that little hideout she had was one of the only safe spaces she had and it was taken from her (y'all remember in lost in language when she said in her diary she wishes she had some place to go?)

- also i can’t help but empathize with luz too because she KNOWS how much her job means to amity so imagine feeling responsible for her losing that? god i feel so bad for both of them

- luz speaking spanish🥺 ngl i barely understood a word she said but 🥺🥺🥺

- ILLUSIONIST COVEN ILLUSIONIST COVEN ILLUSIONIST COVEN ILLU-

- in my self insert headcannon that exists solely in my head i would be in the illusionist coven so i feel so seen? like yes i am gus and he is me

- gus’s plan was so smart and he's so POWERFUL like why haven’t we seen more of his powers

- you mean to tell me gus did all of that on his own? like damn gus i see you

- i’m a sucker for good sibling relationships in media so the blight siblings’ relationship? everything to me

- i feel so seen watching emira because she's literally me lmao the oldest sister who keeps everyone out of trouble? sounds about right

- amity’s hAIR (also y'all IMAGINE the animatics with purple hair amity)

- i’m not normally that into world building and lore as much as i am character development but the stuff about the human that lived on bonesburough is so interesting??

- KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS

- “bold move sister” once again i would die for the blight siblings

- i, like luz, would fall onto the floor after the events of this episode

long story short this is one of my favorite episodes of the series AS A WHOLE, there was not a single moment from this episode that i didn't like

#except for bria #she was so condescending ?? like ew #that said every single episode of season two has been PHENOMENAL so far dana terrace is really feeding us #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #toh #toh season 2 #luz noceda #gus porter #amity blight #edric and emira #edric blight #emira blight #blight siblings #god id die for them all

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beau-draws-and-cries · 3 years

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Third-first kiss - Raeda oneshot

Summary: Raine and Eda finally are reunited

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Tags: Mutual pining, fluff, yearning

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33629347

Raine wouldn't wake up and that was driving Eda crazy. The tattoo had paralyzed them and to get rid of the red vine-like stuff, they had to scrape the tattoo with fire magic, their wrist still healing from the burn, wrapped in bandages and healing herbs. They briefly woke up when rescued, just to register what was happening and then passed out, to stay 4 days like that, and that was making her bite her inner cheek and lips, walk around the house like crazy and check on them every ten minutes or so.

When asked about who they were (besides a coven head) Eda just blurted out that they were old friends, but King and Luz obviously caught on something more intimate than that for the way she would touch their cheek and gently rubbed it (then feel bad about it and get away from them for approximately 7 minutes and 34 seconds), and the way she kneeled besides the couch they were in and softly ask then to please, please wake up.

Eda wouldn't deny she was losing hope over being reunited with them again. Of course she wouldn't get nice things, nothing never worked out for her. She was cursed, not only as the Owl Beast, but to be alone forever, because she just wasn't good enough for things like this. Not good enough to have someone as sweet as Raine with her.

"Hey, Eda." Luz called her "How are they?"

"Their breath is steady.... Also heartbeat. But they haven't woken up yet." She muttered, looking at their face. God, they were so lovely without their glasses. They sure got old, but they still were cute (and hot) as hell, Eda hated to admit it. They seemed to get old in a much healthier way than Eda (after all, the curse made her look older than she was) and they still had that spark of life they had when Eda dated them back in their young years.

God, they were so handsome.

King sat down beside her, with a book on demonics that Luz checked out from the library for him.

"We decided to check on them with you! I brought a book."

Eda sighed, petting King.

"Thank you, King."

When the night fell, Luz got her sleeping bag and put it near the couch, and Eda installed her blankets beside her. King cuddled on Luz and fell asleep quickly, and Luz, who had promised to stay awake to make company to Eda, ended up dozing off.

But Eda couldn't sleep.

She decided then to talk to the Owl Beast, to make sure they wouldn't freak out and turn into owl beast when Raine eventually ditched them (because that was what Eda had sure about Raine, that after that terrible breakup,they would never love her again) and she would have to be Raine's friend and ex. Agh, thinking about it before didn't make the possibility any better. She closed her eyes.

Owl beast? She called, afraid. Listen, you know Raine. Last time they broke up with us, you freaked out and that made them go away. Raine saying they don't want to be with us isn't the end of the world, ok? Please, let's try to remain calm. I don't wanna lose them again.

The owl beast seemed to pay attention. They made an agreeing sound that was a deep snarl, they were talking more lately, even on regular days.

She ended up dozing off while that, sitting down, with her head near Raine's arm.

She dreamt of Raine again. The dream was less real than the ones she had drugged, but they were still real enough to make her heart ache at the possibility of being together with Raine again. Now she had her own owlets (adopted, not hers hers, but still her owlets and she would kill for Luz and King), and she dreamt of a calm life with Raine. Maybe even another adopted owlet, if they wished for. She would do anything to make Raine stay, she would be honest at every step she took, she would tell the truth and the truth only, she didn't care what, she would do it---

There was something playing with her hair when she woke up. She barely registered, thinking it was King.

"Eda? Is that you?" The voice was hoarse, kinda weird, but Eda would recognize that voice anywhere. She woke up quickly, looking at Raine.

"Raine?" Her voice trembled with emotion, almost becoming a sob.

"Good morning, Calamity." They muttered, coughing a bit "Missed me?"

"RAINSTORM!" She sobbed, jumping on the couch to hug them, ending up on top of a very giggly and blushed Raine "Oh my god I missed you so much I thought I was going to--- I thought I would never see you again, Raine, oh my Titan, I will hug you tight and never let go again." She was interrupted by sobs, Raine hugging back tightly as well, huge tears streaming down their face.

(The last time she saw tears this size was when they had a fight while drunk)

But now they were happy to be reunited, and when they stopped the reunion, Eda blushed and got away from them.

(But not that much, she couldn’t stand the idea of being distant once again. A hand still was on their cheek)

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"Hey, it's no problem." Raine muttered, blushed as well.

(Raine couldn't deny that this was the person he most loved on the world and they would do anything to have her again)

"Do you need something? Water, food, violin, to kill who hurted you?" She joked. Old Eda was back, smiling widely and still wiping tears.

(Gosh, she was so pretty, so breathtaking.)

"I would like some food and water. I am feeling like the saddest raisin you have ever seen." Raine chuckled, trying to look around. Eda helped them to sit up on the couch, by hugging them and slowly bringing them up.

(The contact made both blush and Raine was holding back from kissing her)

Luz woke up during that, and she gasped.

"THEY'RE AWAKE!" She commemorated it.

"Awake and apparently alive." Raine smiled, recognizing Luz from Eda's picture. They saw King snoring on her lap. Eda went to the kitchen, to get Raine a decent meal, and came back with what used to be their favorite meal when they hung out together. Raine smiled and took the plate, slowly eating, since they had spent 4 days with food, testing the waters slowly about what would make them feel good or bad. The food was being accepted, apparently, so they kept eating, in silence.

(Eda couldn’t be more than 10 feet apart for them for too long)

(Raine wouldn’t stop grabbing Eda’s hand when she was around)

Slowly, the mood in the house got better. Raine was recovering from being knocked out, slowly going back to stand up and walk around the house. They still used the couch to sleep.

(But Eda was sleeping on the floor next to them every night)

King and Luz witnessed the long stares at each other, the soft touches, the tension between the two, something that Luz would call “Pining” from her human fictions, and King thought that was the most annoying thing ever.

Raine would laugh and Eda would give them the most in love expression ever, then they would blush and look away.

(They looked like teens having their first crushes)

Luz and King were just seeing this mutual yearning between the two, which was very fun to watch but was getting embarrassing pretty quickly.

“Agh, my back.” Eda stretched, making a worryingly loud cracking noise, and Raine rubbed their neck, also trying to get rid of the pain they were having because of the couch. They smiled weakly, having their breakfast.

“We are getting old.” They said, and King huffed.

“There are easier ways to sleep next to each other, you know.”

This made both of them blush, and Eda sipped her apple blood loudly, Raine looked at their breakfast with an entirely red face, trying to make it less noticeable.

“King.” Eda just said that, as a warning.

“What? You guys have been on this for 2 weeks, I think Eda’s nest has enough space for two. Then you guys won’t be in pain everyday because of sleeping in places that aren’t made for sleeping.”

“King we-- Huh, I don’t want to talk about this now.” She was blushing in a deep red tone. Raine quickly got up from their chair, almost knocking over their own mug.

“S-sorry.” They put the mug on the table again. “Huh, I will be going, uh, STUFF.” They couldn’t talk right, quickly leaving the kitchen.

Eda sighed, looking at them leaving, still embarrassed.

“I CAN HELP WITH THE TUNNEL OF LOVE.” Hooty suddenly yelled, making Eda jump on her skin, and blushing more “I AM AN EXPERT ON MAKING PEOPLE DATE.”

“No! No tunnel of love!” Eda shouted “Last time it almost didn’t go right!”

“Yeah, it’s better to let them go at their own time.” Luz said, looking at Hooty “Sorry.”

"It's okay!" Hooty yelled and then left.

It's not that Eda didn't want Raine. Eda wanted Raine a bit too much, she wanted to kiss them, to cuddle them, to have every inch of them for her and for her only. That was her Rainstorm, and she would do anything to get them back.

Later, Luz said she was going to hang out with Amity, while King was passed out on the couch. Eda was fixing dinner, and Raine was sitting on the kitchen table, and everytime they and Eda crossed their eyes, they blushed and looked away. Hooty appeared on the window, looking at that.

"You know, my idea of a tunnel of love is still up if you---" Eda didn't let him finish the sentence, quickly closing the window on his face.

"Those old house demons, am I right?" She let out a shy laugh, red all over her cheeks and now ears too. She was finishing to fry some meat with vegetables and make pasta for them.

"Yeah, hum, those house demons." Raine muttered, looking at Eda. This took some seconds to end, with both looking away "So, hum, you're a single mom?"

"Yeah, apparently. After you, no ex wanted a cursed girlfriend, you know." Eda laughed it off, but it really bothered her "I apparently couldn't get pregnant as well, and well, I thought King was a pet at first. He's trying to contact his real family…. Then Luz just came into my life. She still is going to go back to her real mom, but…. I am happy to have them here for the time being."

Raine nodded, now the self-sacrifice made sense. Many things were spiraling onto his head, Eda would make them dizzy.

(Like it was the first time having a crush)

"You know, there's nothing sexier than a single mom." They teased.

"Is that flirting, Rainstorm? Aren't we too old for that?" She snorted, getting a noodle from the pan to test if it was ready.

"Just if you are too old for that." They looked at her, dreamy expression and thinking about how they could finally be together, even if they weren't in a relationship.

"I haven't had a partner for 3 years now, I think I am doing well by myself." She noticed what she said and tried to correct herself. "I mean, I suppose that if someone was really nice, they could stay. I am not set in stone, like you know."

"Oh, so you're waiting for your enchanted prince?" Raine smirked, playing with some napkins on the table.

"No! That was when I had like, ten! I have changed since then. But you know me, I…. I always wanted a big family until… This happened." She pointed at the gemstone, which was entirely black "And since I can't use magic anymore, well, things got harder. Luz taught me glyphs, but they aren't as powerful.

"I can imagine that not being the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles anymore sucks." Raine gave her an understanding look, not pity, but understanding. It made Eda feel safer.

See, Owlet, we're being comforted. Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't it feel safe? She silently told the owl beast. She was getting better at talking to them without much effort. And Owlet sounded a lot better than Owl Beast, less scary.

"Yeah, but I'll fix it as I can, you know? Since Luz and King came into my life, things have gotten better. I am not more mature, and well, you tell me the difference."

"What's a heart without responsibility?" Raine muttered, smiling "I am so, so happy you have grown as a person."

(Raine couldn't stop thinking about the when they reunited, while she met the BATs and at some point during the time Eda joined them and Raine wss captured, they ended up making out in some alley, like teens again, hidden, and then they didn't touch the subject anymore)

"C'mon, not all the credit for me. I learned with you that I shouldn't keep secrets. And talk about stuff." She was finishing mixing the pasta with the sauce, getting it on two plates. "King and Luz had a part in it. I started to deal with the curse better….. And well, now I can turn into Harpy Eda? It's like me but 100% hotter."

"Woah, I can't even begin to imagine how you would be able to be hotter than you already are." Raine grinned, that was to bring her self-esteem up.

"Silly witch. I can show you later. When we rescued you, I was like Harpy Eda but I don't think you had the time to see it."

"Unfortunately, no, I was busy." They joked.

"Too busy to witness my hottest version? Damn, that must be some serious business." She sat on the table with them, plates ready. Raine thanked Eda for the food, starting to eat slowly, and they ended up in silence until they finished the pasta.

"Hey, Eda?" They muttered, now red "King is probably right, about the bed thing. Maybe you should go back to using your nest." They took a deep breath, looking at the empty place "And if you don't mind…. Could I sleep with you? I mean that's totally okay if you don't want to and it's totally okay if you think that's too much, I can--"

"Of course, Rainstorm. Well, a nest isn't a mattress, but…."

"You say it as we didn't share it like, a million times before." Raine smiled, and they hoped that sleeping on the same bed could end up making them re-tie.

That was a bad plan, they thought as the sleeping time was almost there. Luz had come back home, rambling about Amity but all that Raine could think was that it was an extremely bad idea to ask Eda to sleep with her. That was the worst idea they ever had and it would blow directly into their face when---

"Hey, Rainstorm? Are you ok?" Eda asked, worried. They were clenching their fists and entirely red. Luz had moved to her bedroom with King already, saying that she would get ready to sleep.

"I-- I just was t-thinking…. Huh, I a-asked to sleep with you but n-not that way, I mean, unless you want??? I am sorry sorry I am just an anxious mess!" They hide their face, rubbing their eyes.

Eda blushed as well. Well, she thought they would just sleep as friends, but now it was more than obvious that Raine was thinking about more than just the friendly cuddling.

"Raine, it's ok! To be honest, it's cute." She was being sincere, and she took their hands out of their face. "You're cute."

Raine gently squeezed her hands, looking at her skin. Both had hands that were worn by time and by their experiences. They felt old, but still somehow in a young way. Raine liked to feel the roughness on her hands, and the little scars she had from working as a trash collector.

"I missed you, Calamity."

"I missed you too, Rainstorm." She muttered, close to their face. They could feel her breath mixing with theirs and the heat emanating from her skin, that felt so right, their heart skipping a few beats, their mind a mess from many feelings mixed about this.

They couldn't deny, they wanted it. Not like a small desire, but as something taking over their whole body and mind. They needed her.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" Eda whispered. If she was going to have their third-first kiss, she was not going to do it in the living room with Luz's abomination track homework there. It had to be soft and cute. They were finally reuniting after all of those years. It had to be special.

They silently climbed the stairs, holding hands and giving each other caring looks. Soon, they were in the bedroom, and Eda found pillows for Raine, and laid down on the nest, turned to each other and exchanged tender touches and cuddles.

"I thought this would never happen." Eda muttered, with a finger going through Raine's arm "When was the last time we laid down in peace? Like, without the lingering feeling of 'this relationship isn't going to last?'. It feels like an eternity."

"We just pushed that last 2 years because we were afraid of breaking up, didn't we." Raine sighed.

"I would say that it doesn't matter now…. But it does matter. I am sorry for never telling the truth and pushing you away." Eda whispered, not looking at them "I wanted to protect you, I couldn't understand why someone so sweet as you was with such a monster like me."

"Eda, you weren't a monster. You were just a hurt person. I felt so bad for abandoning you when you most needed me…." Raine closed their eyes, trying to control the tears. They felt bad to this day because of it.

"Hey, hey. It wouldn't be healthy for us to continue going like that, ok? It's not your fault. We grew as people because of that, and… and I think that right now, we can try to build something better." She looked at them, hopeful of a positive reaction. Raine didn't answer, pulling them closer and kissing her like that was the thing they most desired in the world and they would die without it.

(That was how they felt about it)

Eda kissed back, surprised but with the same intensity, getting Raine closer, all the closeness didn't seem enough at this moment. That was supposed to be a cute third-first kiss, but Eda didn't mind that it was hungry instead. She discovered she was hungry to have them again as well, she wanted them up close and personal, she wanted everything they had to give, she loved Raine, and Raine loved her and that was the truth and the only thing that existed right now, even the bedroom seemed to disappear around them while they finally got the proximity they yearned for so long.

When they stopped to catch their breaths, Eda only smiled.

"Wow."

"Wow." Raine agreed, blushing and hiding their face on Eda’s chest. Eda cuddled them, grinning ear to ear.

“So, can I call you my partner?”

“Only if you accept to be my girlfriend.” Raine muttered.

What a beautiful way to end their day.

#raeda #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #eda the owl lady #the owl house #i forgot to post it here

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l-egionaire · 3 years

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My Willumity Story

Ever since I started reading the pieces of @edasnest also known as @prinxlyart I've fallen down into the Willumity hole and have had this idea for how they got together brewing for a while o. So I thought I'd share it. In a story format a bit similar and a bit different to @prinxlyart pieces.

It started one day during Lunch at Hexside after Amity had yet another Luz induced gay disaster attack. While Luz doesn't notice, Willow (who has known about Amity's crush since the Grudgeby game) did and has had just about enough of seeing her old friend spazz out whenever the human girl so much as breathed on her. So she point blank tells Amity that she needs to just ask Luz out.

And of course, Amity says she can't just ask Luz out. It could scare her away, it could hurt their friendship. (Or, some secret part of her thinks, Luz would reject her and she wouldn't be able to handle that.)

But Willow was persistent and gave Amity an ultimatum: Either ask Luz out by the end of the school day or Willow would ask Luz out herself.

"W-what?! You can't do that!"

"Why not? Its not like she has a girlfriend."

"But-but its not fair! You know I like Luz!"

"Well then Witch up and tell her that. Or I'll take my shot at her."

*sigh* "Okay."

Amity could tell Willow was serious so she tried her hardest to ask Luz out but the words always end up getting stuck in her throat. By the time school was nearly over, she still hadn't managed to muster the courage to tell Luz her feelings. And unfortunately, her last class wasn't one she had with Luz. Once the bell rang, she raced over to where Luz's locker was and found Willow just a bit away from there too. They both noticed Luz getting her things from her locker.

Willow gave Amity a raised brow.

"Well?"

"I-I....just give me until tomorrow?"

Willow just rolled her eyes and before Amity could do anything, she walked straight over to Luz.

"Hey Luz. Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Luz's eyes bulged out with shock.

"W-what?"

"Uh, if you don't want to its fine-."

"NO! No, I'd love to! Uh, where should we go? What time? Ooh, maybe we could-."

Meanwhile, Amity just watches the whole thing with a look of utter defeat on her face.

That night Willow and Luz went on a date to the Boiling Isles bazaar and Willow was shocked at just how much she enjoyed it. They went to all sorts of fun shops and spots and Luz ended the night by taking her flying on Eda's staff. And when she took her home, Luz even kissed the back of her hand. It was amazing.

Willow just assumed the date would be a one time thing but just two days later Luz asked her if she wanted to go out again.

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. I just thought that since you were interested in one date then maybe...you'd be interested in a second?

"....Sure. I'd like that."

So they went on a second date. And two dates turned to three. Then four, and five, and within a few weeks they became known around Hexside as one of the most popular couple. While some, like Boscha, made some mean jokes about "the two freaks falling for each other" everyone else just gushes about how cute the two of them are together.

But those first few weeks were also the worst of Amity's life. Every time she saw Luz and willow together her heart clenched with jealousy and anger. At school she avoided them whenever she had the opportunity. It had become common for her to go home and cry into her pillow over having lost her chance with Luz.

But, unbeknownst to either Willow or Amity, Luz was facing a crisis of her own. Luz had actually had feelings for Amity for quite some time and while she had come to love and care about Willow as they dated, there was a part of her that couldn't still help but think about how it would feel to go on dates with Amity or if Amity's kiss on her cheek would make her feel the same way Willows did. She felt so guilty that she was still thinking about these things even after dating Willow. Whenever she was around Amity and her heart started fluttering like usual did the sensation was followed by her guts twisting with guilt. It got so bad, she had even stopped having Azura book club meetings which only made them both more miserable.

Things came too a head one day when Amity once again went to a different table to eat lunch instead of going to eat with Luz, Willow, and Gus. Willow had become good at noticing Luz's emotions lately and she could easily see how hurt her girlfriend was from Amity not sitting with them. So she decided to go over to Amity's table and talk to her.

"Amity, you shouldn't be all by yourself. Come sit with us."

"No thanks Willow. I'm fine."

While she knew it was a bit of a low blow, Willow said. "Luz really wants you to sit with us."

Amity gave her a venom filled glare. "Well you would know what Luz wants wouldn't you?"

"Don't be like that."

"Oh I'm sorry, how am I supposed to be?"

"You're supposed to be happy that your friends are happy together! Not acting like a jerk."

"Well excuse me if I'm not thrilled that the two of you are dating!

"Well maybe you should've thought of that before you lost the bet to ask Luz out!"

Suddenly a loud crash came from behind them. They both looked and saw to their horror that Luz had come over to where they were sitting and was now staring at them with wide eyed shock, her tray having fallen from her hands and clattered against the ground.

""Luz! I was just telling Amity-."

"Willow, You....You only asked me out because of a bet?"

Luz's voice cracked with sadness and Amity and Willow looked at each other, trying to think of how to explain.

"No!....Yes? Not exactly-."

"It wasn't really a bet. It was more like a, a, a dare!"

Hearing that only made Luz recoil in shock. "A dare?"

Willow and Amity continued to try and explain but Luz's ears filled with a loud buzzing noise that drowned out anything else. The moment she heard the word "dare" her mind immediately flashbacked to 7th grade when a boy had asked her out on a date and she'd been so excited that someone actually liked her only to be crushed when she heard him and his friends laughing about him doing the dare of "asking out the freak."

Luz slowly started backing away and choked out "I...I have to go. " Before running off.

Willow and Amity immediately race after her. They found Luz curled into a ball at her locker. Willow went and sat by her side while Amity stood slightly off to the side.

Willow tried reassuring Luz that while the bet may have been why she'd asked her out, she'd come to love Luz and she truly cared for her.

And Luz manages to tearfully fire back that she shouldn't because she was a bad girlfriend.

"Luz, no. You're a great girlfriend-."

"If that were true, then I wouldn't be thinking about Amity the way I think about you!"

Their eyes widened at her response.

"I've had a crush on Amity since before we started dating. And even after we did I-I couldn't stop thinking about what going on dates with her might be like or what kissing her might be like. And I just feel so terrible because you've been so good to me and I don't deserve it!"

Luz continued to weep into her arms. Willow looked at Amity who was completely gobsmacked at Luz's admission and then turned back to Luz.

"Maybe I don't care about that."

Luz raised her head slightly while Amity raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Amity has a huge crush on you."

Now it was Luz's turn to be bug eyed while Amity made a sound like a mix between a choke and a gurgle

"What!?

"Yep. In fact, you were the one she wanted to ask to Grom."

It was then Amity managed to regain her ability to talk.

"Willow! You-I-What are you doing?!"

Luz stood up and looked at Amity.

"Is that true?"

"I, uh, well, you see,.....yes?"

"Amity...."

"Well the way I see it, I like you and Amity likes you and you like me and Amity. So maybe, you shouldn't have to choose which one of us you like more."

"Willow....are you implying what I think you're implying?"

"Yeah, I mean I love a good OT3 as much as the next person but would you really be okay with that?"

Willow rose up from the ground a pressed a quick kiss to Luz's lips.

"What I want most is for you to be happy. And if Amity is what would do that then..."

Willow pulled Luz along as she walked over to Amity was. Then, with a quick twirl and push, moved Amity in front of her so that she and Luz were now just inches apart from each other. Their faces burned bright at their sudden proximity to the other.

"Hi."

"So, you really like me?"

"Of course. I mean, your cute, smart, like Azura books, read to kids. What's not to like?"

"Oh. Wow. ☺"

"And you really like me?"

"Oh yeah. I mean your sweet, and kind, and funny, and brave, and so cool-."

"Okay, Jeezy. Heh. Such a flatterer."

Willow chuckled at how cute they were. "Are you two going to kiss or just stay here all day complimenting each other?"

"Uh, well, we don't have to kiss. I mean we did just start...whatever this is. We could wait if Luz doesn't-."

Before Amity could say another word, Luz pecked her lips against hers. Amity froze and her whole face turned the color of a strawberry, then she fell over.

"Oh my gosh! Amity!"

Willow just watched them with amusement. This looked like the start of a beautiful relationship.

#The Owl House #Owl House #ToH #willow park #willow the owl house #Willow ToH #toh luz #luz owl house #luz noceda #toh amity #amity owl house #amity blight #Lumity #willuz #Willumity #long

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lewis-winters · 3 years

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Hi! i really enjoy your daemon au and i-ve gone and watched the new his dark materials series because of it. i love your take on daemons and was wondering if you have nymore headcanons for the other boys? what's luz's daemon? liptons? how do you pick their names? are there any daemons who Re the same sex as their humans? you dont have to rwply if you dont want to i just wanted to tell you i enjoy your world very much!!

Oh, hi! I’m glad you’re watching the new His Dark Materials adaptation! It’s pretty good, huh?

I do have headcanons for not just most of the boys but for the world itself. Though I also call it His Dark Materials!AU alongside daemon!AU it’s actually more the latter than the former. The only things I carried over into this AU from the original world of His Dark Materials are the existence of daemons, the fact that daemons are made of Dust particles, and the existence of witches. The magisterium or any kind of theocracy doesn’t exist. The authority and the angels also do not carry over. Instead, our own religions exist, but there’s just as much emphasis on spiritualism and mysticism as there is on moralism, which I believe would be the natural development of religion in this world where your soul/daemon, the spiritual aspect of you, is literally there for everybody else to see.

All of the boys have small or medium sized daemons, the biggest probably belonging to that of Ron and Tab, who have an Ocelot daemon and a sheepdog daemon respectively. The reason for this being that small or medium sized daemons are easily carried and they, alongside bird or other kinds of flying daemons, are preferred by the airborne. You still gotta jump out of a perfectly good airplane largely undetected. Can’t do that with an elephant daemon.

Ok. This got real long so I’m putting the rest under the cut. tw: mentions of death, trauma, and mutilation.

Some of the younger boys’ daemons haven’t settled. Miller, Hashey, Garcia, and Jackson. Hashey and Garcia’s settle in Hageneu. Miller and Jackson never get the chance.

Shifty’s daemon, Myrtle, is a Capybara. But he doesn’t know that. Every time somebody asked him what his daemon was, he’d shrug, say ‘Don’t rightly know,’ then leave it at that. What can he do? Capybara’s aren’t native to Virginia and he’s never been out of Virginia. Webster was the one to tell him that Myrtle was a Capybara because he’d read about them in a book somewhere that one time. Myrtle was startled by this and said; “I thought I was some kind of dog!” that was one of the few times she ever spoke out-loud during the whole war.

As I’ve said before in this post, Lew’s daemon is a chameleon named Amalthea. For all of the events of episode 9, Lew kept her in his pocket and that scared almost everybody shitless, because it made it seem like he was walking around without a daemon. The replacements assigned to them around that time, like O’Keefe, thought he didn’t have a soul. He never bothered to correct them because that meant letting Amalthea out, and the idea of her being in the open and vulnerable made him especially ill. He’d rather people thought he was soulless than allow himself and Amalthea to get hurt again. Which is so Lewis.

Skip has a hummingbird daemon named Ilaria, which is a name that means happiness and joy. This daemon-human duo wasn’t hard for me to figure out. It just fits.

Malarkey’s daemon is an artic hare with a summer coat named Felis. She’s settled, but after Foy and after losing Skip and Alex and Buck, she changes again. Subtlely, of course, and not wholely. She stays an artic hare, but instead of a summer coat, she permanently has a winter coat.

It’s not uncommon in this world for your daemon to change after severe trauma. I bet as the field of psychology expands, so does the understanding of trauma’s effects on the soul expand. There’s many studies on the changing of once settled daemons in relation to soldiers’ PTSD.

Buck’s daemon, a male bald eagle named Romulus, changes entirely. Still a bird, but instead of an eagle, he turns into a snowy owl. Before the war, he was a chatty daemon. After, he barely speaks and only does so to Buck and, very rarely, to those close to them.

Eugene Sledge’s male daemon, Daecon goes from a blood hound and gets turned into a Luzon bleeding heart-- which, I know is on the nose but it’s just. It’s such a cool bird, ya’ll. I’ve seen one up-close and ever since that day, I have not known any peace. The shift would be painful and would happen very slowly. It was actually horrific and was a trauma in and of itself. That was the last time they ever changed, though.

I also headcanon that the longer you’ve been settled, the harder and more painful the shift.

Merriell Shelton’s daemon settles in Gloucester. Into what, I’m not sure yet, but a part of me thinks she’s settled into some kind of big cat from the rain forests. Either a cloud leopard or a jaguar. Her name’s Charlotte but he calls her Lottie. Don’t ask me why. It just fits.

That being said, I have some Thoughts about people with big cat daemons. They’re usually aloof. Like, they make a very impactful first impression but they’re mostly solitary individuals who are weird af and difficult to get to know. It takes a really special person to tame a human with a big cat daemon. Once you earn their trust, that’s for life. They’re also really self-assured and are very secure in their sense of self. There is almost little to no tension between big cat daemons and their humans, and if there is, it gets explosive.

Ron Speirs has a big cat daemon, a female Ocelot named Aurele. She never talks, not even to Ron. They have this silent gaze/telepathy going on. Ron also takes on a couple of animalistic traits because of it. They could also... stretch their bond really far? Which is scary as fuck. People think he’s the son of a witch who, in her desperation to make him immortal, made him go through the ritual that allows a witch and her daemon to part for long periods of time and great distances. This is not true. Ron and Aurele just have really high pain tolerance.

Eugene Roe, on the other hand, is the son of a witch. His maman, however, did not make him go through the ritual because he’s not her first son. She knows the pain of outliving her sons well. She loves him all the same but understands that he will die well before her. Eugene’s daemon is a male kinkajou named Louis. Which is both a surprise and also not. For much of the war there’s a lot of tension there. Louis craves connection with others, Roe needs isolation to keep their sanity. It kind of turns into this thing where, if you wanted to comfort Roe or be close to him, you’d have to go through his daemon instead.

Babe’s daemon is a squirrel. A very chatty female russian squirrel named Abigail. They talk to each other a lot, and Abby talks to other people a lot too. Sometimes, she even answers in lieu of Babe. They’re both very blunt and very out there, no hiding with Babe and Abby. It used to get them into a lot of trouble with the nuns at school, who believed that daemons are only meant to be seen and not heard. A+ Catholic repression.

George’s daemon was a little tricky to me. I know his daemon is female and that her name is Thalia. I also know that she can fly. My first thought was: Parrot, either a hyacinth macaw or a white cockatoo. But, I also really like the idea of George having a Butterfly daemon. Particularly one that looks like a leaf when her wings are folded up but is brilliantly jewel toned when she opens them. In the end, I opted for George entering the army, having not settled just yet, and he and Thalia are this kind of double-act, where she shifts into whatever form is necessary for the punchline of the joke. She only settles into a parrot (idk still what kind) after their first jump and all the excitement in Carentan. A gradual thing. They don’t even notice until just before the jump in Holland. When they miss someone, Thalia will mimic that person’s voice. First, it was George’s mama and the voice of her daemon, both speaking in rapid fire portugese. Later on, in Austria, Thalia starts imitating all the friends they’ve lost. Sometimes she’ll sound like Skip. Other times, she’ll sound like Bill. It takes a very long time for her to break this habit. To the point wherein she and George don’t even remember what her real voice sounds like.

Lip’s daemon settled really early and is a female Bonobo named Jane. Has been since he was ten and made man of the house. This, like Skip and Ilaria, was very easy for me to figure out.

Dick’s daemon is a Caracara raptor bird. I’m still figuring out the specifics so she doesn’t have a name yet. Sorry.

As mentioned, Tab has a sheepdog daemon named Marisa who enjoys keeping him and everybody else in check. Have you met a sheepdog? They will literally herd you. It doesn’t matter if you are not a lamb or a sheep. They will nip at your heels until you go where they want to go. That’s Marisa. She’ll nip at Tab’s heels, she’ll nip at everybody else’s heels. If you are going somewhere she does not want you to go she will make sure you know her displeasure.

It is also super funny when she looks Tab in the eye and goes “Down, boy.” It never fails to make Tab go red and make everybody else laugh.

Harry’s daemon-- and don’t get mad at me-- but Harry’s daemon is a Scottish Terrier named Saoirse. He carries her around strapped to his chest during jumps. It’s fucking cute. Don’t say that to their faces though because they will lose all respect for you. It’s a daemon suited more to a teacher than it is to a soldier, that’s for sure.

Bill’s daemon is a pit-bull named Darla. Scary looking one, too, with a very bawdy sense of humor. She will growl at you and pretend to bite and you will be very scared but she only does it as a joke. She’s honestly really cool. When Bill and Babe are walking around together, Abby likes to perch on top of Darla’s head. It’s adorable. Sometimes, when Abby gets too much, Darla carries her around in her mouth. It’s still cute. But only to them, everybody else finds it vaguely horrifying.

I know there’s this taboo of humans not touching other humans’ daemons but it’s kinda difficult in such close-quarters like theirs. It is also heavily implied in the original text of Philip Pullman, that the no-touching thing is a cultural thing. Like, I think in religions that deal a lot in repression like Catholicism or Protestantism, the touching of another’s daemon is a no-no and is only reserved for the most intimate of relations (i.e. marriage). But I feel like religions such as Judaism, Wiccan, Paganism, or even some branches of Folk-Catholicism encourage touch/celebrate that connection between two humans. Neither of these two beliefs are wrong, of course. It’s just a cultural thing and they carry with them both pros and cons.

I bet Lieb grew up very used to his daemon being touched by his mother and father or older siblings. It’s not taboo to him, though he recognizes that it’s taboo to others. He doesn’t get it though, and is constantly rolling his eyes every time somebody gasps when they accidentally touch someone’s daemon.

A lot of the boys just kinda ignore the touching daemons thing until they get used to it.

I’m not sure what Lieb’s daemon is or what her name is, too. I know she’s a social kind of daemon-- not solitary like a big cat or a reptile (like snakes). I thought maybe a wolf, but a wolf daemon is too... large and there are a lot of connotations attached to it. I think Lieb’s daemon is something medium-sized and unassuming. Not a dog. Not a domestic cat either. A part of me thinks flightless bird, but no. Not that either. Give me time. I’ll figure her out. As of now, I’m thinking either a marsupial or a canidae/fox but not quite. She’s a mammal, that much I know. Just don’t know what kind.

Grant’s daemon is a male domestic cat named Saladin. He’s either an Abyssinian or a Bengal. Either way, he’s really cool. Like super cool. They’re both super duper cool.

And... that’s kinda it. That’s all I have for now. I’m really sorry it got so long, anon. I get really excited when talking about daemons. It’s character study but with animals! Thank you for giving me this opportunity to ramble. This is where I leave you.

#band of brothers #dæmon au #bob aus #tp aus #the pacific #but only eugene and snaf #ask #bob hcs #tp hcs

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k7l4d4 · 3 years

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 7 Part 2

Hello all, I’ve returned for another piece of Midnight Striga! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

Scowling to himself, Hunter ducked away from the human. He… wasn’t supposed to be in Bonesburough, not really, but it was one of the few days off he got, so he decided to make the most of it with some research. Events had shifted. What before everyone would’ve laughed off as some kind of joke, or the words of a deluded fool, were proven true when a group of human rogues decided to raze the Covention, using magic!! Hunter wouldn’t deny, he burned to know how they did it, how did they overcome the biological limitation? If ever questioned, he could and would easily decry it as Wild Magic, something to be locked away for the heresy against the Titan it was… but in private, he craved that power for himself. Not for glory, or conquest, no! He wasn’t an idiot.

He wanted to be normal.

“Stupid human, thinking I would buy a cheap excuse like that.” He muttered. It burned, it truly did, that she somehow thought he would fall for a ploy, even if she had no clue who he truly was. ‘The Emperor’s most trusted agent, The Golden Guard himself!’ He puffed out his chest, smirking in pride at what he’d accomplished. And it WAS an accomplishment. Anyone who knew the truth of his situation would no-doubt cry about how he had it all handed to him by his uncle, and if they did he would have no problem laughing at the fools, behind their backs of course, no need to start a fight when he could finish one.

For as long as he’d been in his Uncle’s care, he’d worked and slaved to obtain his position. He’d studied, trained, honing his body and his mind to be the best. If someone crossed him, he found ways of getting even, and without even having to get his own hands dirty half the time. Seriously, he understood the need to maintain the Coven’s image of being the best of the best, but most of them were just stupid!! ‘Even Clawthorne.’ He scornfully smirked to himself. He was ecstatic at seeing the cocky witch being taken down a peg, especially by her own hand. The fact that it showed the Isles what she really was, a worm and a cheat who slinked her way to the top, made it all the sweeter, and not to mention that her actions unleashed the most dangerous Wild Witch in generations into the populace. He knew that’s not how it actually worked, but it was a convenient lie that people would reach of their own free will, and would make an excellent tool for getting her out of the way when she finally outlived her usefulness.

But that’s besides the point. He shook his head lightly, clearing his thoughts as he leaned against a bookshelf. The human was here, in the library, and that was an opportunity he wouldn’t let pass. He wouldn’t stalk her or anything, but he’d be watching, waiting, and listening to see just what exactly she intended for the Isles. The mad laughter of those maniacs who had been brought in echoed in his ears, his eyes hardening into stone at the memory. If she turned out to be a threat, he would destroy her. Even if he never gained the secret to the humans’ ability to wield magic, he would gladly sacrifice it to protect the Isles. He swore it.

“This place is both amazing, and kind of ridiculous.” Luz commented, having put aside any thoughts of that rude guy from before, determined to make this a good day. She ducked under a book flying overhead, glaring at it as it shrieked at her. “I wonder if anyone would be willing to help me navigate this place.” She murmured, rubbing her head at another near miss.

“I believe we can help with that!” A voice that seemed to mix charming and cheese together in a corny mess sounded out behind her. Turning around, Luz raised an eyebrow at what she saw. Two Witches, a male and a female, and by her guess twins, if the incredibly strong resemblance and similarity in age was anything to base her decision off of. The two were standing back to back, the boy shooting a cocky grin that he probably thought made him look “so cool!” beneath his deep green hair and golden eyes, his apparent sister tilting her head in a different direction, gazing off in thought, a mysterious look in her eyes.

Luz turned on her heel, already done with these two. “Yeah, if you’re trying to flirt with me, I prefer homemade food and some shopping,” She said, not watching as the two collapsed in shock. “Also, you guys kind of come across as desperate.” She added, turning her head back to shoot them an eyebrow.

“W-we weren’t flirting with you!” The girl shouted, face flushed, even as her brother sat in a heap, poking at the ground with his finger. She marched over, her flush fading as her look shifted from it’s brief moment of outrage to some measure of control. “We just overheard you saying you’d appreciate someone showing you around, and we happen to know someone. We’d be cool introducing you.” She explained, looking Luz up and down as she did so. She shrugged. “But yeah, we probably would flirt with you normally, but we don’t have time for that today. Ed!” She called, her brother raising his head in response. “Let’s go find Mittens!” Her brother nodded in agreement, still seeming a little dazed from Luz’s snark from before.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Luz rebutted, raising her hand in a halting motion. “Did I say that I agreed? Because I don’t think I did.” She said, crossing her arms.

The girl huffed, hands on her hips. “Do you have a reason to actually refuse?” She challenged.

Luz paused, thinking for a moment, before shrugging. “Fair. Okay, let’s go.” She stopped, causing the girl to groan.

“What now?” She asked.

“I just remembered I never got your name.” Luz sheepishly admitted.

The girl blinked, before chuckling, some of the tension in her face bleeding away. “Yeah, I did too.” She stuck out her hand in a shaking gesture, leaning forward at an angle that honestly looked a little silly. “Emira Blight, at your service.” She smirked.

“And I’m Edric!” Edric called out, popping up behind his sister.

Luz laughed. “Heh! Good to know! Since we’re formally introducing ourselves, not that I don’t believe for a second that you don’t know who I am,” She said, shooting the two a challenging smirk. They had the good sense to accept it with a shrug and a nod without putting on airs. “The name’s Luz. Luz Noceda.” She declared, shaking the slightly older girl’s hand. Her grin turned mischievous. “So, I’m assuming that Mittens is Amity?” She asked gleefully, leaning forward, even as the two siblings did the same.

“You know Luz, I think we are gonna get along just fine.” Emira declared, an equally mischievous smile on her face, mirrored by her brother. With that, the trio rapidly began plotting how to best fluster the composed youngest Blight. Hey, Luz more or less liked her, but she thought a little harmless goofiness would get her to destress some. Not too much though, she liked her head on her shoulders. The trio walked off, heedless of their watcher in the isles.

Boscha breathed out a sigh of relief. “They’re gone.” She muttered. Not only was she here, but so were Amity’s older siblings!? Yeah, she wasn’t gonna stay and get caught in whatever craziness those two decided to get into. With a spine-cracking stretch, Boscha pulled away from the Isles, pulling a book to her chest. She breathed in deep, sighing out, before freezing at the sight of flame licking out of her mouth. Clamping her jaw shut, she rapidly shifted her eyes back and forth, already feeling paranoid at anyone having seen that. She clambered off towards the checkout, the book white-knuckled in her grip.

The book’s title read “Mysteries of the Mind, and Other Dark Truths.” Maybe now Boscha will be able to get some answers.

Luz rounded the corner, arm slung over Emira’s shoulder, chatting away with the other girl. “-And that’s why I never date a girl with fire magic without asking if they are medicated or not first!” She boldly declared, completely unbothered by her own past misadventures. Admittedly, she and Azzie probably would’ve still been together, if she wasn’t head over heels for a childhood friend who ran away with the circus.

Edric sprayed out his drinking, choking on his laughter. “And she let you live!?” He asked incredulously, choking and wheezing all the while.

Luz sheepishly shrugged. “Yeah, maybe trying to tell her that I wanted to break up while she was waiting for her medicine to be refilled, and while she was practicing her spells to boot, wasn’t my smartest move.” She was SOOO lucky she dodged that initial attack, her butt still felt like it was singed at the memory!!

Emira gave her an amused smirk. “Oh, I wonder why?” She playfully ribbed the other girl. Her look of amusement softened. “You know, I was honestly all geared up to tear you apart at first.” She casually admitted, even as Edric stared at her in shock and Luz raised an eyebrow at her admission. “Yeah, after I got a rundown about what you accidentally dragged Mittens into, and trust me, I know you wouldn’t be able to stop her, I was totally prepared to dismember you and bury your corpse so you could never get involved with her again.”

“Eh, not the worst thing anyone’s admitted to wanting to do to me.” Luz said, shrugging the casual death threat off. Edric just wordlessly worked his jaw, somehow at a loss for words.

“But… as much as I want to blame you, I get that it wasn’t your fault, what went down. So I’ll be keeping an eye on you, but I’m not gonna try anything. Especially not now that I know how fun you are!” She finished, giving Luz a chipper wink, getting a friendly smirk in response. As the next area caught her eye, she perked up. “Oh! I think we’re here!”

“Finally!” Edric cheered, having gotten bored of the place a few stacks ago, with only Luz’s stories to keep him going. Who knew you could cause so much chaos with Cheese, a banjo, and a juggler!? He must find a way to top that…!

Peering around the corner, Luz’s eyes widened. “Is that what I think it is?” She asked, her voice tight with awe and fervent hope.

“Yeah.” Emira squeaked, equally overcome.

Edric just raised his eyebrows. “I don’t get the big deal, but you guys do you, I guess.” He said, shrugging.

Before them sat Amity Blight, her normally stern look having fallen away, a look of innocence and kindness gracing her features, as she read from the book in her lap to the children surrounding her, Skara standing to the side with a happy smile of her own.

“‘What do you think you’re doing?’” Amity read along, keeping pace with her place in the book, her eager audience leaning in closer, with Skara sidling up too, a sheepish grin on her face at how captivated she was with the simple reading. “‘We’re your friends and we wanna help!’ said the Tin Boy with a yelp. Otabin smiled and paced the floor. ‘I’ve never had real friends before.’”

Luz suddenly found herself very much identifying with a children’s book character from a story she never read, just from that one line. She turned to the twins with starry eyes. “Amity reads to kids?” She stated more than asked, getting an enthusiastic nod from Emira and a playful smirk from Edric.

She watched in slight awe as Amity continued. “‘Then we’ll be your first.’ The Chicken Witch Clucked. Otabin couldn’t believe his luck.” She turned her gaze to the kids, eyes glowing in delight at this simple kindness she was performing. “So, Bookmaker Otabin, surrounded by friends, bound a book of friendship and that’s the end.” She finished cheerfully, the children cheering and applauding, while Skara threw an arm over her friend’s shoulder, which Amity playfully shoved off.

“Yay!”

“Thank you so much.”

“Goodbye.”

One particular kid walked up to Amity and hugged her legs, before speaking in a strikingly deep voice. “Thank you for the story Miss Amity.”

Amity gave the little demon boy a kind smile, reaching down to return the hug. “Ah, thank you Braxas. Have a good day, and give your dad my wishes while he heals up. See you next week.”

The little demon, Braxas apparently, cheerfully ran off, waving in reply behind him. “Okay!”

Skara gave a soft laugh, clapping her hands. “That was so sweet, Ams!” She cheered. She shot Amity a mock critical look. “And just why haven’t you shown this to me before?” She asked faux-haughtily, even as Amity snorted.

“I think what I do to destress is my own business.” Amity replied dryly, getting a sheepish laugh from Skara in response. Her smirk softened into a smile. “But still, I’m okay with you having shown up. The kids really liked you.” She gave Skara an appraising look. “I honestly didn’t expect you to be cool with something like this.” She softly admitted.

Skara gave Amity a stern look. “Amity, I get that I can be judgy, but I’m not gonna bust your chops for being nice to kids.” She said sharply, before shifting into a teasing smirk. “Still, you know that now you have to do something I like to do without other people, right?”

Amity spluttered. “I don’t remember agreeing to that!” She said hotly, her face flush.

Skara spun on her heel, pulling Amity along with her. “Ah, don’t be such a buzz-kill! It’s nothing illegal, and I promise, you’ll enjoy it.” She said, giving Amity a wink, prompting the other Witch to roll her eyes.

At that point, Luz decided that it was about the right moment to reveal herself. “Well, well, well! It looks like Hexside’s number one lemon drop has a secret sweet center.” She commented, stepping into view.

Behind her, Edric and Emira shared matching looks of glee, mouthing the words ‘lemon drop’ to each other in delight. Oh yeah, they liked Luz, for sure!

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #luz noceda #amity blight #emira blight #edric blight #braxas the owl house #skara the owl house #magic

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BoB liveblog ep 7

Episode 7: The Breaking Point. YEAH, OF MY FUCKING HEART

I HATE THIS EPISODE. I HATE IT WITH THE FIERY INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS.

00:00 I really don’t wanna do this you guys.

00:38 Can’t we just pretend this episode doesn’t exist?

01:22 OMFG I CAN’T ALL THE SWEET IRL MEN ARE CRYING NOOOO IT HURRRTS

04:05 RICH! Ok I feel a little better. Ahaha, he’s growing a beard. It’s got nothing on the quarantine beard he’s rocking nowadays tho

04:22 That whole scene is hilarious but I’m too distracted by Rich to appreciate it properly

05:18 Horsie

05:30 Hey Fassy

05:57 He’s so obsessed with the Luger, oh Hoob ☹

06:07 Ahhh that second where he looks into the camera and fires ☹ He’s so happy

06:31 IT’S SHIFTY MY ANGEL SON, MY ANGEL CHILD, LOOK AT HIIIIIMMMM!!!! MY BABY! I’M SO HAPPY! THIS IS THE ONLY GOOD PART OF THE EPISODE! HE’S SO HUMBLE AND PERF ILY SHIFTY

06:51 He is such a fucking angel, I swear. “What happened to the horse?” PETA would be pleased you care, baby.

07:01 Look at my son, look at his little angel face

07:27 Buck seems a little better??

07:47 Gold.

“Shut up boys.”

“Shutting up, Sarge.”

But notice my angel is perfectly well-behaved

08:00 “That was no rifle.” Shifty just Knows Things.

“What do you see, Shift?”

“Nobody out there.” HE’S JUST A BOSS SNIPER ANGEL ELF BABY OK

08:15 Oh Hoob

08:43 Oh God

09:03 ROE OMG NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES “Did you think it was a German leg, Hoob?” I MEAN LMAO BUT NO

09:33 Nooooooooooo

09:44 Oh God, the way Buck and Perco are cradling his face ☹

10:04 Husbands, do something, reincarnate him or something

10:32 Oh Dick is shivering aw

10:38 Lip, baby, no, do not cover for than incompetent POS

10:48 The husbands are unimpressed

11:39 Nice gloves tho Dike

11:57 “At present, as per usual, but I’ll clarify that with you at a later time.” No. No. He’s asking now. He needs to know now. Wtf.

12:39 IS THAT RICH??

13:12 RICH! BEARDED RICH!

13:23 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS

13:26 Just gonna pause here a little while, excuse me

13:47 Lip is such a boss. We love you Lip

14:13 Bill’s laugh <3 RICH’S SMILE <333

14:48 Dick omg your flirting, so cute. They are in love.

15:20 Fassy is judging you… that means Alicia Vikander is coming for you…

15:50 Omg Nix knows his husband so well

16:24 Aw, Bill and Babe <3 BROTP

17:33 Bill, sweetie, no, I’m sorry but Buck is not fine!

17:58 Oh God the foreboding. Rich ☹ <3

18:01 WTF is Luz smoking LMAO

18:33 RIIIIICH

19:08 “Well, they had a point. You’re an idiot.” Oh Penk. I’ll miss you Penk.

19:31 UGH GTFO. To be fair the actor does a great job with this role.

20:01 Dike is so random. But it’s nice he’s taking an interest??

21:20 NIX LMAO

21:33 Ugh, Dick. Stop. I know it’s to establish a sense of normalcy and ritual but Come. On. Buddy. Lol I love how Nix is just like LMAO NO I’M NOT GOING. I wish I could just say no when asked to do things by my bosses. We know it’s cos Nix can’t bear to be apart from his husband for so long <3

22:33 Guys, don’t be mean. Fassy, no, come on.

22:53 Wtf are Penk and Rich doing…

23:05 LMAO @ Dick and Sink.

“Got to keep the morale up for the folks back home.”

“Why?”

“Damned if I know.”

Iconic. Valid.

23:34 Lol my Joe/Charlie thought he was gonna get in trouble, but Dad just wanted to nag <3

24:24 Oh Bill <3 “Tied me own boots once last week, all by meself.” <3333 Bill please never change.

24:30 Rich <3333

24:36 Riiiiichhhhhh <3

24:48 Johhny ‘unimpressed’ Martin is already looking unimpressed, new kid, watch out, you’re not off to a great start.

24:56 Rich’s helmet still has bullet holes from the last episode, love the continuity <3

25:07 “You’ll find out, son.” Oh, Alley <3

25:17 Rich is hilarious in this scene, he’s having so much fun <3

25:22 Hey Lieb, I’ve missed you

25:46 Riichhh <3

25:53 OMFG that exchange!

“How are those nuts, sarge?”

“Doin fine, Bill, nice of you to ask.”

Wtf Lip!!

26:05 Bye, Fassy!

26:26 Even when he’s blurred by snow, Speirs is intimidatingly good-looking.

27:01 He’s so polite but so scary

27:23 You’re hot, Speirs, so I automatically trust you. Not sure what that says about me but it’s probably not good tbh

27:57 Joe/Charlie has been back five seconds and he’s already out for blood.

28:58 Hey Lee

30:00 Oh God

31:33 Oh no, Joe/Charlie, my baby ☹

33:39 Bill’s here, baby, it’s OK

34:10 I can’t deal with the hilarity of Babe blocked in by the tree while Joe/Charlie is in such a bad way and being done so dirty

34:56 Oh GOD

35:28 Bill </3

36:11 My thoughts exactly, Luz

36:42 Buck ☹

37:41 “Hey Joe, I told you I’d beat you back to the states.” Bill don’t me laugh while I’m crying. Aw, we’ll miss you <3

37:59 Not really the time but fuck it, I am totally digging Luz’s hair now

38:26 I’m so shook. I’ve watched this series a billion times but it still hurts me. Scene after scene, Joe/Charlie in pain, Buck screaming for a medic, God Neal and Kirk are so good.

39:18 Oh God, Buck

40:00 Rich I love you

40:44 Rich <3 ☹

41:22 Noooooooo </3

41:44 No. No. NO.

41:59 NO. NOPE. CANON NOT ACCEPTED. They’re fine. They’re fine, they’re just off-screen for the rest of the series, chillin with Hoob and Renee on like a nice beach somewhere. Drinking maitais and maragaritas and building sandcastles and shit.

44:00 Hit Malarkey the hardest? NO FUCKING WAY, LIP, HIT ME THE HARDEST, MORE LIKE! But in all seriousness, can you imagine losing your friends, not having a body to bury or time to grieve ugh ☹ </3 OK I concede that Malarkey and I can share the grief 50/50. No wait. 60/40. In favour of me.

45:15 Malark, it’s what Hoob would have wanted. I’d ask him but he’s busy sunbathing and keeping the drinks topped up

46:57 We love you Buck

47:14 Bull <3

47:43 Lieb <333

48:10 Hang on, sweetie, Dad isn’t back yet

48:50 It’s OK, Lip, sweetie, you can do it.

49:38 Lip, listen to me, your Dad’s going to fix everything in about ten, fifteen minutes. And he’ll get you a hot boyfriend in the process. It’s all going to be OK.

50:05 Dick, honey, Dike doesn’t understand a thing you’re saying

50:25 Dike’s like lol who the fuck was that guy?

51:17 Lieb is so blood-thirsty <3

51:23 DON’T STOP RUNNING, IDIOT. NEVER STOP RUNNING! THE REST OF US LEARNT THAT IN THE FIRST EPISODE! GOD!

51:40 WTF ARE YOU DOING, YOU FUCKING WASTE OF OXYGEN

52:09 Poor Lee

52:22 NO, FUCK, OMG

53:14 Don’t send my Lee alone!

53:33 Bull. A cigar. Right now? I like Johnny’s beard, suits him.

54:13 “THEY SHOT ME IN MY ASS, BOYS!” Aw Perco. Iconic.

54:36 Legit one of my fave scenes in the history of television. Dick is just so beside himself and desperate and helpless watching his sons stuck and in so much trouble. He’s in full Dad mode, about to run in there to save his boys. Then, and this is so subtle but it’s my fave bit, HE CUTS OFF SINK. HE IGNORES/SPEAKS OVER SINK. DICK! SPEAKS! OVER! SINK! IN WHAT UNIVERSE WOULD HE EVER DO THAT?! ON WHAT PLANET WOULD HE EVER BE SO DISRESPCTFUL?! THIS ONE, COS HIS SONS NEED HIM NOW AND BEING POLITE AND ADHERRING TO PRINCIPLE AND RANK DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER WHEN EASY IS IN TROUBLE! AND THEN HE CALLS UP OUR BOY SPEIRS. AND SPEIRS IS SO FUCKING GUNG-HO, BOUNCING ABOUT READY TO SLAUGHTER EVERYONE, SO FUCKIN EXCITED!!

And then there’s Nix, lmao, chillin with his binoculars, super relaxed as long as his husband stays safe, tbh.

55:06 Oh that was the new boy, aw

55:12 BOSS BAMF ICONIC WE STAN

55:20 Here you go, Lip, one BF courtesy of your Dad lol

55:48 Oh GOD I MISS RICH

56:24 LMFAO was that the haystack Dike was behind??

57:00 I.C.O.N.I.C.

57:23 “The astounding thing was, that after he hooked up with I company, he came back.” Annnnnd Lip’s in love.

57:49 Aw happy boys

58:09 Noooooo they’ve been through enough! I’VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH THIS EPISODE OK, FUCK!

58:23 Go on, my angel son, you can do it.

58:36 Go, son. I love you.

58:43 Yes. Good boy.

59:26 Aw Bull piggybacking Perco <3

1:00:23 Oh yay! The church scene!

1:00:39 Look at my angel son <3

1:00:48 Hey Lieb

1:00:54 IT’S TAB! HEY TAB!

1:01:09 Babe <3 GRANT <3

1:01:29 Ahahaha Roe, I see you strategically placed yourself where you could stare at Babe 😉

1:01:59 Only 63 men left? Oh </3

1:02:00 Ahh Joe/Charlie <3 Bill <3 We love and miss you

1:02:20 RICH <333333 I LOVE YOU RICH <3333333 GOODBYE RICH <333333333333

1:02:39 Fuck Speirs is hot

1:02:53 The flirting <3 shooting looks at each other aw

1:03:09 Boys, stop checking each other out. You’re literally in a church full of nuns, go somewhere else to expend your sexual tension, jeez.

1:03:41 Flirting via talk of Roman soldiers, I dig it

1:04:28 Oh God, guys, this bit. Other than the propensity of my angel son, compared to usual, this is the only good part of the episode, I am here for the Speirton!

“You don’t have any idea who I’m talking about, do you?” HIS FACE IS SO SOFT

“No, Sir.” Lip, sweetie.

“Hell, it was you, first sergeant.”

Speirs’ is in love right back. And his continued flirting re battlefield commission GOD. The way he looks at Lip… you deserve the hottest guy in the whole show, Lip, proud of you sweetie.

1:06:48 Annnnnd everything fucking hurts.

To summarise, I am kinda appeased by the glorious glory that is Spierton. Rich and Penk and Hoob and Renee are FINE. THEY JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE OFF-SCREEN. IT’S FINE. I’M FINE ABOUT IT.

#band of brothers #liveblog #spierton #rsj #this ep ugh

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Love Sick aka “Five Times Logan Thought Roman Didn’t Love Him and the One Time He Was Sure He Did. (Number 5 Will Shock You!)”

Ships(s): Romantic Logince, background QPR moiety

Words: 4,513

Warnings: Food mention, swearing, caps, sex mentions, implied sex at the end, a character gets poisoned and is mentioned as “dying” a few times, (No one actually dies), Logan had Dumb Bitch Disease

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck @max-is-tired

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One

Baby, can’t you see

Logan had been hiding from his feelings for quite a while now. He had convinced himself that if Roman did not return his feelings then he could move on with no issue. But first, he had to convince himself that Roman did not return his feelings.

I’m calling.

When they enthusiastically recited Shakespeare together or debated whether or not the inaccuracies of Hamilton matter, or when Roman’s eyes light up every time he shows off a new poem he wrote for Logan, it’s hard not to imagine how wondrous life could be if he did.

They had been sitting together watching Bambi while Virgil and Patton hogged one end of the couch, pressing Logan into Roman’s side. Logan thought he could get over his feelings for Roman.

“I bet you those two will get together before the end of the week,” Roman said with a smile, the pastel colors of the television illuminating his face. Logan had been wrong.

Two

A guy like you should wear a warning.

It should have been illegal for Roman to be a morning person. Logan had hypothesized that it would be much harder to be attracted to Roman if every morning he looked messy and had bad posture. Unfortunately, by the time Logan woke up every morning, Roman was already clean and dressed after his morning run. He smiled, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

Quite frankly, it was revolting how attractive he was.

“Aww️‍, don’t look so grumpy, Teach,” Roman said with a laugh, lifting Logan’s chin with his fingers.

Logan’s only coherent thought had been, “Boy if I wasn’t gay before.”

“Don’t talk to me until I’ve had coffee,” he muttered.

“Don’t talk to me until I’ve had seven,” Virgil said, sipping his mug from where he sat on top of the fridge.

“When the fuck did you get up there?”

“When the fuck did you become such a nosey bitch?” he asked through another sip.

“Kiddos, play nice,” Patton warned. “Your swear jar savings are going to fund my trip to Hawaii.”

Roman rolled his eyes and sat down next to Logan. He stole a sip of the teacher’s coffee, smirking as Logan blinked back in shock. “You have very pretty hair, Logan,” he said dreamily before mumbling under his breath, “bet it would be great for pulling at.”

Logan could have sworn that his face was on fire.

It’s dangerous.

He almost enjoyed it.

I’m falling.

Three

Roman and Remus had come back scraped and bruised from what Roman had claimed to be “a fight with a dragon witch and a manticore chimera” and what Remus had claimed to be “a bitch of a good time.”

“You look like hell,” Virgil said, wincing slightly as he saw the cuts on Roman’s neck and arms.

“Thanks, I just got back,” Roman laughed, coughing up a bit of blood. “C’mon it’s Heathers! I had to!”

“You are utterly ridiculous,” Logan said, his usual monotone cracking with worry.

“Come on, Teach, don’t get all soft on me,” Roman teased, wincing in pain as he laughed.

“After we have a talk about your impulsiveness, we really must discuss how you’ve picked up on Patton’s habit of hiding your pain with jokes.”

“Hey!” Patton yelled defensively.

“You’re getting better at dealing with that.”

“And we’re very proud of you,” Virgil said tenderly.

“Nonetheless, Roman is still a massive dumbass.”

Roman scoffed in offense. “Would a dumbass have saved that whole city?”

“Your brother helped,” Virgil countered, “so, yes. A dumbass would do that.”

“Would this dumbass do that?”

“So you admit that you’re a dumbass then?”

Roman hesitated as if his brain had been lagging. He sighed into his palm. “Shit.”

“Sit down, Roman,” Logan said softly, snapping his fingers and causing Roman to fall back onto the couch on the other side of the commons. He snapped his fingers once more, summoning a first aid kit and turned to Virgil and Patton. “A moment of privacy please?”

There’s no escape

“You’re going to have to take your coat off,” Logan said as he organized his supplies.

“Are you looking for an excuse to see me topless?”

“Aren’t you always?”

“How dare you!” Roman yelled in feign offense. “I am SHOCKED! I am OFFENDED! I am APPALLED!”

“Just take your coat off before I decide not to help you,” Logan warned. Only a second later he felt heavy fabric hit his head. He whipped his head around, retaliation on the tip of his tongue, but he lost all will to fight back when he saw Roman before him. A deep cut ran across his abdomen. Dried blood covered his skin both near and away from his wounds. Logan sighed, snapping one last time and summoning a washcloth in hand as well as a bucket of warm water by his side. “Just take a deep breath,” Logan said, “and try to relax.”

Roman smiled softly as Logan cleaned the small cuts and gashes on his arm. “You care about me,” he said, more matter-of-factly than teasing. “It’s cute.”

“Your blood loss is worse than anticipated,” Logan said, dipping the cloth in the bucket and ringing it out. He continued cleaning, trying not to think about how intimate the moment was or how beautiful Roman was, especially this close.

“Maybe so, but I’m still right.”

“I didn’t think you can be even cockier, but here you are.”

“Oh I can certainly be cockier,” Roman said with a wink, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re worse than your brother,” Logan said. He cleaned the washcloth once more and gently placed it on the large wound on Roman’s torso. He jumped back as the prince loudly sucked in air, biting his lip in pain. “I’M SORRY!” he yelled.

“NO- No, don’t be,” Roman said, taking in a deep breath. “It’s my own damn fault for not wearing proper armor.”

“I’m sorry,” Logan repeated.

“No hay necesidad de ser, luz de las estrellas,” the prince whispered softly, brushing Logan’s hair away from his face.

I can’t wait

I need a hit.

Logan blushed, shying away from Roman’s touch. “You sound like you’re exhausted, you always get flirty when you’re tired.”

“Not true.”

“I once saw you flirting with Patton’s cookie jar.”

“That was one ti-”

“And Virgil’s Nightmare Before Christmas posters.”

“Okay but-”

“And Virgil.”

“You got me there,” Roman mumbled. “But can you blame me? I was really into him at the time and you’d do the same if you had a crush!”

“Me? No way.”

“Ah, right, I suppose you are too cowardly to flirt.”

“I will literally reopen this wound.”

“Ouch.”

“Don’t test me, bitch,” Logan threatened.

“Okay, okay,” Roman laughed. “You’re not a coward.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re the romanced not the romancer.”

Logan rolled his eyes. He snapped away his cloth and bucket of water and began putting disinfectant and bandaids onto Roman’s minor cuts and injuries. “And what are you suggesting?”

“I’m saying someone should flirt with you,” Roman said.

“Oh yeah? And who’s going to do that, you?”

“If I must,” he teased with a wink, noticing the way Logan’s face turned red.

Baby, give me it.

Four

Logan was taking a lazy day. He was perfectly content to stay in bed, drinking tea and not think about Roman Sanders, thank you very much.

But we can’t all get what we want, which is why Roman came bursting into Logan’s room at that exact moment. “Entertain me,” he demanded, plopping himself into Logan’s bed.

“Roman, I’m busy.”

“No you’re not,” he said. “You have nothing to do other than entertain me.”

Logan put down his tea on his bedside table and watched in defeat as Roman wiggled until his head was sitting comfortably on Logan’s lap. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re the one who was obsessing over my wounds the other day.”

“I wasn’t obsessing-“

“C’mon, you can play Doctor and like double-check my cuts or whatever,” Roman said. “Pwease Wogan.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Logan reminded.

“And I’m bored.”

“Boredom is no excuse to intrude on my important tasks-“

“You were gonna lay in bed for the next two hours and take a nap,” Roman said.

Logan looked down, blushing in embarrassment. He mumbled under his breath, “It’s true but you shouldn’t say it.”

Roman adjusted himself, moving up and turning over so that his chin rested on Logan’s chest. “You were just going to lay around anyway, what’s the harm in me joining you? I’ll even stay completely silent if that’s what you want!”

“If your only desire is to lay around in silence, why can you not do so in your room?”

Roman looked away in shame, hiding his face in his arms. “It’s lonely in there,” he mumbled.

Logan pushed Roman’s hair out of his face, smiling softly at the prince. “I... wouldn’t mind a cuddle buddy, if that is an adequate situation for you.”

Roman’s eyes lit up as he smiled. He quickly dipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around Logan’s torso. He nuzzled his face against Logan’s chest as he tried to find a comfortable position. Logan held back the urge to laugh as Roman’s hair tickled his skin.

Instead, he tried to return to his book, and in less than a chapter, they had called into a steady rhythm of synchronized breaths and heartbeats. It felt like they were meant to be next to each other, like long-separated puzzle pieces, as Roman gently stroked his fingers up and down Logan’s arm. It was soft and quiet and just a bit domestic. And Logan wished it could have lasted forever.

He sighed, leaning his head back, his book long forgotten as Roman’s strokes got slower and slower until he was sound asleep. “Bonsoir, mon chéri,” he whispered softly, wishing for the ache of longing to stop grasping at his heartstrings.

You’re dangerous.

I’m loving it.

Five

“You’re back early,” Virgil said cautiously. The twins had been on what should have been a two week trip to the Imagination. It had only been three days, and Remus was already standing in the Core Sides’ living room, with an arm awkwardly wrapped around Roman to support him.

“This dumbass had to go and get pricked by an enchanted rose’s thorn,” Remus said as he rolled his eyes. “Hasn’t stopped talking about being hot for teacher for hours.” He tossed Roman onto the couch next to Virgil before reopening the Imagination’s door, “He’s your problem now.” The door slammed shut before disappearing completely.

“Virgil?” Roman groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palm. “Where are we?”

“We’re in the Commons,” Virgil said softly, placing his hand on Roman’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“That’s because I’m so hot,” he laughed weakly before breaking into a coughing fit.

“I’m so not equipped for this,” Virgil said. “Some help here?!” He summoned Patton and Logan, who seemed very confused to suddenly be somewhere other than where they had been two seconds ago.

“Virgil, you don’t typically summon us,” Logan said. “What seems to be wrong?”

“It’s Princey.”

“And water is hydrogen monoxide, what else is new?”

“Logan!” Patton gasped. “Be nice!”

“He’s burning up,” Virgil said quietly. “Remus said he got pricked by something. Can flowers be venomous?”

“Flowers?” Logan asked.

“It’s only venomous if it bites you,” Roman mumbled, closing his eyes and laying his head on Virgil’s lap. “Logie taught me that.”

“Never call me that ever again.”

“I’ll watch over him, you two can figure out what’s wrong,” Patton said, scooping Roman up into his arms with a shocking amount of ease. Roman clung onto him, burying his face in Patton’s neck like a toddler.

It’s getting late

to give you up.

Logan and Virgil spent countless hours trying to find any real, logical answers. Textbooks lay scattered across the room as crumpled up papers overflowed from the recycling bin. “We- There’s gotta be some way to help,” Virgil said, biting his thumb.

“Take a deep breath,” Logan reminded, hiding his own pounding heart and paranoia. “Perhaps there’s one solution we haven’t tried.”

“I don’t know if there is a solution! Remus said they had been in the imagination and- and who knows/what’s going on in that hellhole!?”

“The imagination,” Logan repeated. He jumped up from his office chair and raced across the room, digging under a pile of journals and binders. “AHA!” he yelled, holding a red leather-bound book above his head. “What did he get infected with?”

“An... an enchanted rose- Logan, what is that?”

“A scientific journal!” he announced as his eyes lit up like Time’s Square for the first time in a night of dreary hopelessness. “The Imagination isn’t a realm like any real one, so the obvious choice is to study it.”

“So, it’s, I- What?”

“I haven’t had the proper time to go and catalogue all of the flora and fauna, but Roman’s friend- er- ‘Mortal Enemy’-” He made air quotes- “was very supportive of my investigation during my brief stay as her hostage.” He opened the book and quickly flipped through the pages muttering, “Love potion, love potion, love- AHA! Found you!”

“When did you get taken hostage?”

“Virgil, that information is hardly relevant, please stay focused.”

Virgil blinked back in confusion, raising his arms dramatically as he silently asked a million questions.

I took a sip from my Devil’s cup.

“Enchanted roses are the main ingredient in love potions and, truthfully, the only one that really has any effect. Everything else is basically an antidote for the rose’s lethal toxins,” Logan explained. His face dropped slightly. “Unfortunately, there’s no cure. The potions tend to wear themselves out but only because of the curative properties of the rest of the potion. If we could... create a potion without the rose... perhaps then we could brew an antidote. But there are too many complications, it’s unlikely we’d even be able to brew the first batch before his condition gets... a- and even so, we really can’t assume that a first trial would be the best and that could make him worse if he isn’t already de- Simply speaking, we need to find the best solution that takes the least amount of time and-“

Virgil tuned Logan out as he continued rambling. He picked up a book sitting next to him, it was an aged collection of Grimm’s Fairytales with enough silver and gold accenting the cover to make it seem more like something Roman would own than Logan. Virgil took and book carefully into his hands and aimed at his target.

“-of course I only care about him for Thomas’ sake, that the logical thing here and- OW what the FUCK?!”

“That’s a dollar in the swear jar.”

“VIRGIL!”

“The book is a hint, Dumbass.”

“That’s a quarter in the swear jar,” Logan mumbled angrily.

“It’s Roman. It’s a love spell.”

“And?”

“Haven’t you seen Enchanted? Put him on a fainting couch and kiss his gay face with your gay face.”

“VIRGIL!” Logan screeched.

“You look exactly like his stupid sash, wow.”

“I don’t know what- I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re insinuating.”

“‘True love’s kiss will break the spell’ or whatever it is Roman’s always singing about.”

“Yes, well, I don’t think we can contact Ryan Reynolds to help with this issue.”

“He is hot, but you’re dodging the real solution here,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “You have feelings for Roman and you gotta suck his face to get the poison out of it.”

“FALSEHOOD!”

Virgil flinched at the sound and forced a yawn to pop his ears. “Indoor voice, please.”

“Even if I did somehow, hypothetically, have-“ he scrunched his nose in disgust- “feelings, it’s not like Roman would ever return such... meaningless chemical reactions.”

Slowly, it’s taking over me.

Too high, can’t come down.

“Are you feeling any better, Kiddo?” Patton asked, putting a fresh washcloth on Roman’s head.

“He’s so pretty,” Roman sighed dreamily, as if completely unaware of the poison flowing through his veins. “And smart too. Do you think he would let me play with his hair? And kiss him? I wanna kiss him.”

“I think you need some rest, Kiddo, you’ve been doing a lot of adventuring. And even brave knights need nap time.”

“But I don’t waaaaaant to go to sleeeeeep,” Roman whined. “I wanna keep talking about Logan. And how pretty he is. And how smart he is. And how wonderful he is.”

“You can gush more after you nap,” Patton said.

“Promise?”

“I promise.

Losin’ my head,

Spinnin’ round and round

Roman pulled a pillow against his chest and snuggled into it, quickly drifting off to sleep. Patton put a hand against his cheek as he took the washcloth, Roman’s fever had only gotten worse, and he hated to admit how much that terrified him.

Do you feel me now?

“This is a terrible idea,” Virgil said. “Like, probably the worst idea you’ve ever had. Ever. Don’t even try. Take a nap. Do literally anything else.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Logan asked, tucking the last of his books into his leather crossbody bag. He wore a long coat over traveller’s clothes that looked almost nothing like his typical wear save for the color scheme.

“Yes! Just spend some time with him holy shit.”

“Swear jar.”

“Logan,” Virgil reprimanded, his voice growing deep and echoey. “If you don't want to listen to me, fine, whatever, I don’t care, but don’t get yourself killed over something that you, yourself, said won’t work.”

“Then what do you propose instead?” Logan snapped. “Chicken soup?”

“If it keeps you safe, yes!” Virgil yelled. “Heaven forbid we actually care about your safety just as much as Roman’s.”

Logan did the last of his coat buttons and carefully tucked his bag under his arm, adjusting the strap to fit him neatly. “I’m going. I’ll use Remus’s door and I’ll find someone who can help me.”

“Logan, we need you here!”

“You need Roman!” Logan yelled. “Just... please, Virgil, let me do this. Let me do right by him.”

“You’ve really lost your mind, huh?”

“Well,” Logan mumbled under his breath as he sank out, “people do crazy things when they’re in love.”

Can you feel me now?

“Oh, and what do we have here?” Remus asked with a smirk.

“I am here to request that you grant me access to the Imagination,” Logan asked. “And that we make this meeting as brief as possible.”

Remus looked him up and down suspiciously before bursting out into laughter. “Logic going willingly into my realm? Ha! Oh Logan,” he said, pretending to wipe a tear from his eyes, “you are a riot.”

“Need I remind you that I’ve been to the Imagination before?”

“Yeah, with my brother,” Remus said, still laughing heartily. “You went because you have a massive crush, not because you actually like the place.”

“Falsehood,” Logan mumbled sheepishly. Were his feelings for Roman really so obvious?

Remus’s laughter died down but he kept an obnoxious smirk on his face. “You can deny all you want, Logiebear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“It doesn’t change that you an oblivious fucking disaster gay.”

“Just open the door, Remus. I’ve had enough of this meaningless small talk.”

“No can do, Nerdy Wolverine!” he said with a smile. “No sides allowed. Gate closed. Your face will melt clean off!” His wide smile dropped slightly and twisted into something just short of contempt. “But Roman said we aren’t allowed to melt any faces off. He locked me out too.”

“Damnit,” Logan muttered under his breath, trying to hide the disappointment and guilt spreading through his chest. If Roman’s condition got any worse, he couldn't help but feel that it would all be his fault. “I must be going, Remus. I am sorry that this was such a fruitless venture.”

He sunk out and found himself back in the commons, just outside of Roman’s room. The sound of hushed whispers and the feelings of anxiety and guilt hung through the air. He leaned against the door planning a million apologies and trying to fight back the tears that formed in his eyes at every single one of them.

“I don’t know what we can do,” Patton whispered, his voice weak, like it always had been whenever he cried. “We don’t have any ideas or- or any clue what’s happening to him.”

“Patton.”

“Virgil, I’m scared.”

“I know you are, Patton. We all are. But we can’t let Princey know that.” In the brief silence, the air grew stiff and the feelings are guilt gripped at Logan’s head and chest pulling him down like an anchor into a sea of reminders that this time he just wasn’t enough. A swirling ocean of regrets and love confessions he’d never get to make. It drove him mad.

He slowly opened the door.

“Gentlemen,” he said quietly, nodding at them as a sign of greeting. “I was... unsuccessful in my mission.”

“Oh, Logan,” Patton said quietly. Logan never met his eyes, but he did notice the way Virgil and Patton’s hands were interlaced.

“Can I have a moment with him? A- Alone?” he asked nervously. “I just... I want to apologize.”

“Take all the time you need, Lo,” Virgil said softly. He gave Logan a tired thumbs-up before leaving him completely alone with the prince.

He sat on the edge of Roman’s bed, brushing hair out of the tired prince’s face. “Logan?” he asked with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to see the man beside him.

“I apologize, Roman, I didn't mean to wake you.”

“Yours is a face worth waking up for,” Roman said.

Logan blinked back tears but felt his face go scarlet. “Roman, I’m... sorry I couldn’t do better for you. I’m sorry for every petty fight we’ve gotten into. I’m sorry for being so stubborn. You deserve better than this.”

“Better than what, Logan?” Roman asked. “You can be an asshole sometimes, but I think that’s just another one of your charms. You’re stubborn but you’re also passionate. And brilliant. And so wonderfully handsome.”

Tears fell down Logan’s cheeks. “This isn’t you,” he whispered. “This is the poison talking.”

“What do you mean, mi corazón?”

“This isn’t you,” he repeated. “Because you could never return how I feel.”

Roman sat up weakly and Logan could see how he had grown skinny and pallid. If Logan didn’t know better he would think him to be a ghost. He placed a bony hand on Logan’s cheek and wiped away his tears. “You’re the smartest idiot I know,” he laughed. “I have loved you as the sun has loved the moon, bowing to its presence every night and watching in awe as you shine in the starlight. But perhaps you are the sun, for I am the plants, orbiting around you as you provide life and warmth. You are the universe, Logan, and I am a humble garden.”

Emotion overtook Logan’s body. His face stung as tears poured down his face and he quickly lost his composure. He found himself shaking with choked sobs, pressed against Roman’s chest. “This isn’t real,” he mumbled between weak breaths. “This is cruel.”

“Is love cruel?”

“It can be.”

“But love can be healing, too,” Roman said. He traced Logan’s jaw with his hand and ghosted his thumb, cracked and dry, over Logan’s soft lips. “Can I kiss you, Logan?”

“Are you really m- our prince?”

Roman smiled, pressing his forehead against Logan’s and looking down at the lips he had spent countless nights dreaming of. “I’ve always been yours, Logan.”

Logan’s breath hitched and he shut his eyes, afraid that if he opened them again he’d be waking up from a dream. He felt Roman’s thumb leave his lips and fall towards his neck as Roman’s lips met his.

Taste of your lips I’m on a ride.

Logan forgot about everything at that moment. He forgot about the guilt and pain. He forgot about the poison slowly killing the one he loves.

You’re toxic, I’m slipping under.

All that mattered was Roman’s lips on his. Roman’s hand against his neck and Roman’s fingers tugging at his hair in a way that drove him crazy.

With the taste of a poison paradise,

When they broke apart Logan’s heart was pounding but the bright smile on Roman’s face was infectious. Some of the color had magically returned to his face. He still didn’t look like himself, but he was no longer a mirror of death. He was the embodiment of hope. He was life.

Logan kissed him again.

I’m addicted to you.

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Over the days that passed, Roman slowly regained his strength. He was able to eat more which helped him regain the weight he had lost. The color came back to his face and within a week he was back to his peppy, annoying self. Every morning Logan counted his blessings.

“So,” Roman cooed, pointing at Virgil sitting on Patton’s lap on the couch. “When are you two oblivious love birds finally going to get together?”

“We’re the oblivious ones?” Virgil scoffed.

“We’ve been in a QPR for three months,” Patton said with his head tilted to the side and his face twisted.

“WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?”

“Virgil said it would be obvious,” Patton justified sheepishly.

“You and Logan were too busy being gay fucks,” Virgil said. “We didn’t need your chaos tainting our civilized union.”

“Swear jar,” Logan said.

“And you owe me a dollar for the phrase ‘civilized union,’” Roman added.

“Sit your asses down so we can start movie night already,” Virgil said.

“Swear jar.”

“I’m gonna shove the swear jar about your-“

“VIRGIL!”

“Sorry, Patton.”

Logan laughed, letting himself fall against Roman’s side as the movie started. With his attention completely stolen by the feeling of Roman playing with his hair (which he quickly discovered is his favorite feeling in the world) he knew he wouldn’t be watching much of the movie.

He pressed a kiss to Roman’s cheek and rested his head against Roman’s chest, letting out a satisfied hum as he listened to Roman’s heartbeat.

And I love what you do.

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

His eyes began to feel heavy and he found himself fighting between wanting to fall asleep in Roman’s arms or staying awake to spend every possible moment admiring him.

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

But when Roman caught him staring and leaned down to kiss him, he knew that sleep could wait.

Intoxicate me now with your lovin’ now.

I think I’m ready now

I think I’m ready now.

“What do you think about staying in my room tonight?” Roman whispered, trying to prevent Virgil and Patton from overhearing.

Intoxicate me now with your lovin’ now.

Logan smirked, pressing kisses to Roman’s neck and teasingly undoing the top three buttons of Roman’s shirt. “Sounds perfect,” he purred.”

I think I’m ready now.

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marvelmymarvel · 5 years

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Tomorrow Is Another Day

Part 1/3

George Luz x Medic!Reader

Ronald Speirs x Medic!Reader

Synopsis: After George Luz finds out that you are the same girl from high school, he’s heartbroken from your lies. Confiding in Ronald Speirs, you find love again and this time, it feels correct. However, a moment in the woods sparks feelings between you and George that you wish would just go away. Will you stick to your guns and stay with Ron? Or will George’s persistence win you back? Only time will tell. After all, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

Story 1: Old Memories, Same Crush (1, 2, 3)

Story 2: Tomorrow Is Another Day (1, 2, 3)

Story 3: TBD

A/N: This three-part story will be a little different than the first. Instead of flashbacks, there will be more action and drama. Also more references to Gone with the Wind (In the form of quotes that tie in with the paragraph below it) because why not.

“Child, it’s a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her, because after she’s faced the worst she can’t ever really fear anything again. …Scarlett, always save something to fear— even as you save something to love…” - Gone With The Wind

Waking up in the arms of Ronald Speirs had become something that you enjoyed about the war, but the cold air seemed to cancel that love out. “I hate this place” you muttered as you shoved your face into Ron’s neck, trying hard to warm up your poor little frozen nose. A deep chuckle in his chest caused you to shake as his fingers ran through your hair, “I kind of like it… It makes you look so pretty” he cooed out gruffly.

If only the men could see him now.

The big, bad Lieutenant Speirs was nothing but a big ol’ teddy bear to you, always holding you close and always loving you with each breath. In a way, you thanked George from breaking your heart that day in Aldbourne, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be here with Ron. Shaking your head, you tried to get George out of your head as last nights memories came flooding back. You had hoped it was a bad dream, something you made up while tucked safely in your lover’s arms.

But no… It was real, and it scared you.

Guilt flooded your veins and you leaned away from Ron with a heavy heart. You hoped he wouldn’t question it or just think it was a ‘womanly’ issue, but the look he gave you told you he knew what you were doing. “Honey…”

“I just feel horrible… I should not have kissed him back” you sighed out exasperatedly as you rubbed your face with your cold fingers. He let out a sigh tha matched yours as his fingers gripped your wrist, pulling your hand away so he could look at you. “I forgive you… Does that help?” he whispered out before pressing his head against yours. You wondered why he was so kind to you, considering what you did was horrible… No, the act itself wasn’t what was making you feel so guilty.

It was how you felt.

You hated to admit that you liked it. Liked it a lot. The way George’s lips felt against yours, so strong and warm… Groaning, you forced the thoughts out as you gripped onto Ron’s shoulders. “I think you need some breakfast” he started as he sat up, pulling you up with him. You liked the idea, maybe something warm would help clear your brain.

“I could go for some breakfast”

“She had wanted him, in that first instant, wanted him as simply and unreasoningly as she wanted food to eat, horses to ride and a soft bed on which to lay herself.” - Gone With The Wind

Sitting beside the fire, you began to heat up from the food you were currently ingesting along with the dancing flames before you. All the men around you were joking and laughing, but all you were thinking about was how your feelings hadn’t gone away with the food. Neither breakfast, lunch or dinner seemed to push the feelings away and the night sky seemed to make things even worse. “We have to put the fire out” Lipton stated above you and you gave a simple nod before standing and stomping it out. Ron had left after breakfast some 12 hours ago and left you alone with nothing but your thoughts and feelings.

Rookie mistake.

“Hey, Lip… Have you seen Ron- I mean Lieutenant Speirs” you corrected yourself as you searched his face for disappointment, but you got something else. Stepping forward, Lip grabbed your shoulder lovingly “I know about you and Speirs… No reason to hide it. And no, I have not seen him since breakfast. But if I see him, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him… Now get some sleep” he stated simply before letting go and walking to the foxholes to start his count. Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion as to how he knew about you two, but you figured it was because of Ron being nice to you and you only. Shaking the thoughts out, you turned to head back to your foxhole. However, you didn’t get far.

“GET DOWN”

But it was far too late as a shell exploded a tree beside you. You let out a scream as someone grabbed you by the ankle and hauled you into their hole. More explosions went off but you heard a single scream in the night air that caused you to jump into action.

“MEDIC!!!! Y/N!!!!!”

Shoving the soldier that held you away, you climbed out of the foxhole and took off running towards the sound. “I’M COMING!!!” you screamed out but the sounds of the shells around you drowned you out, nonetheless, you ran faster. Sliding down beside Roe, you helped him rip open the mans jacket. Pieces of the tree flew overhead and you pushed Roe aside as you straddled the man, shielding him from any debris while Roe went to work.

“Hey Hey!! You’re gonna be alright!!” you hollered out as you rummaged through your bag, ducking when a shell exploded nearby. Pulling out a bandage, you shoved the roll into Eugene’s hand before shoving your fingers in the bullet hole. The trees exploded around you three, but you focused on what you were feeling and what you were trying to find. Finding it, you screamed out a thank you to God above before pulling out the shiny bullet that was now coated in thick blood. The shelling had stopped just then and you let out a breath of relief, “We need to get him into town… Come on honey sit up for me” you encouraged the man as you helped him sit up so you could wrap his wound. “I got it from here… You go check on everyone and I’ll be back soon” Eugene promised before hauling the man up and taking off towards the Jeep that was waiting.

Standing there, you watched as the Jeep drove off. Your hands were at your sides and the blood on them dripped onto the white snow below you.

Bastogne was going to be the death of you…

Wasnt it.

Turning, you composed yourself as you walked back to your hole. “Y/n!!!” You heard someone scream causing you to whip around, expecting a bloody body, but you knew why they screamed for you once the bullet pierced your skin. It traveled through your shoulder and the force of it caused you to stumble. Pain erupted all over your body as strong arms caught you before you fell headfirst onto the snowy ground. Gunfire erupted and you were pulled by the person into a hole that was not yours.

“Holy mother of God” you moaned out as the man ripped open your jacket before screaming for another Medic, yet it sounded muffled and far away. You knew the wound wasn’t fatal, but the pain was making you start to feel lightheaded. “I think I’m gonna pass out…” you stated out loud but that too sounded muffled, you definitely were going to pass out. “Hey you’ll be okay Y/n” his voice was muted, but you knew who it was from the amount of fear in his voice.

“I’m gonna be fine Luz” you whispered out while laying against the wall, bracing yourself for the inevitable. Luz kept screaming for a medic, but slowly he started drifting away as you began to fall sideways.

And suddenly, your world went black.

“Dear Scarlett! You aren’t helpless. Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless. God help the Yankees if they should get you.” - Rhett Butler

Gone With The Wind

The bright light of the sky above was the first thing that greeted you when you came to and your lover’s worried face was the second. “ROE! ROE SHE’S AWAKE!” was the first thing he screamed once he saw your e/c eyes, but frantic kisses all over your face soon followed. “I was so worried. Doc said you would be okay but… God, seeing you passed out like that, bleeding from your shoulder… It’s something I hope to never see again” he muttered out as he pulled away and grabbed your hands in his. Eugene showed up at the edge of your hole before dropping in and feeling your head with the back of his hand. “Well good morning sleeping beauty” he teased as he began to examine your eyes for any signs of a concussion, “I think next time, we should wrap you in bubble wrap before you walk alone around here” Gene teased, causing you to roll your eyes at the idea.

“I’m capable of handling myself thank you” you grumbled out playfully before sitting up, however, you sat up a little too quickly causing spots to form in your vision. Spinning a bit, Roe and Ron grabbed your arms, steadying you while encouraging you to go easy. “You passed out from a bullet wound, take it easy” Ron started as his hand cupped your cheek. Leaning into the touch, for a second, you two forgot who was with you.

“Did I miss something?”

Roe’s cajun voice snapped you out of it as you turned to him red-faced. Smiling sheepishly, you nodded as Ron leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Yeah… We have been together for a while now… I was scared to tell you” you stated silently as you looked back at Ron lovingly. Roe scoffed before shoving your unharmed shoulder, “I’m your best friend Y/n… If you would have told me this I wouldn’t have…” he trailed off, realizing what he had done.

“I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay Gene” you reassured while letting Ron wrap his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “You didn’t know and you thought I still liked George… It’s okay”. With that final statement, Gene nodded before standing and ruffling your hair, “Take it easy… I can’t have you getting into trouble when you’re already wounded.” he teased as he climbed out of the hole, with a final nod to you both, he took off to check on everyone else.

Looking back at Ron who was still holding onto you tightly, you smiled at him softly before leaning in and pressing your lips to his.

“I guess we get a day off?”

“You’re so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.” - Gone With The Wind

Weeks had passed. Foy had been captured, and your shoulder was thankfully beginning to heal, but something else took over your body. Something that made you completely immobile and stuck on a couch for most of your time in Foy.

Pneumonia.

You weren’t the only one who had gotten it, Lip had gotten it as well and just like him, you weren’t stopping. You couldn’t stop. Leaning next to Lip, you placed the thermometer in his mouth but a coughing fit from you cut off Ron who was talking beside you. “Goddamnit Y/n… Can you please go rest?!” Ron snapped, finally sick and tired of you pushing your body to its limits. Even when you got shot you were still racing out to help, which further prolonged the time it took to heal.

“Sorry Lieutenant” you muttered out before taking the thermometer out and looking at the number. Sighing, you rifled through your bag and found the medicine he had to take. “Take two of these, it should help you recover in a couple days…” you stated before standing up. Gripping your chest, you coughed once more as you felt a sharp stab in your lungs. “Do you have any medicine for yourself Y/n?” Lip asked and you eyed Ron, scared to give him the truth.

“That’s the only medicine I have for Pneumonia… But you need it more than me” you muttered out before turning on your heal and taking off. “Son of a bitch” Ron muttered above Lip as he gripped onto the couch. You deserved to heal as well, but he understood the sacrifice you were taking, even if he didn’t agree with it. You knew acting this way to Ron was cruel… He cared about you, more than anyone else did, but you couldn’t stop moving…

Because then you wouldn’t stop thinking.

“Y/n” you heard Ron call out, causing you to stop in the middle of the street… ‘Don’t be Scarlett, Don’t be Scarlett, Y/n… Do not be Scarlett’

“Yes, Ron” you snapped as you turned to face him.

So much for your chants, you thought as you cringed at your brattiness. In all honesty, you just wanted to stop thinking but you couldn’t. George plagued every part of you. He stalked towards you, his stone face telling you that you were on very thin ice with him. You were ever since your shoulder. Grabbing your arm firmly in his grasp, he yanked you towards him. It wasn’t hard but it wasn’t gentle either, it was possessive and he was pissed.

You couldn’t blame him.

“You’re going to go lie down and rest. That’s an order soldier.” His snarl sent chills down your spine but your ego decided to come out at the worst time possible. “You aren’t my father… Ron” you growled lowly as you tried to rip your arm out of his grasp, but he only held on tighter, causing your confidence to drop instantly. Looking at him wide-eyed, you saw the anger like a bright fire in his blue eyes.

“No. But I’m your superior. Don’t you forget where you stand here” he hissed out before letting you go. You stumbled back and rubbed where he grabbed you, it didn’t hurt, but you wanted to show him that his actions were uncalled for. “You may be my superior, but you were my boyfriend first” you muttered out. Turning to leave, you felt the guilt rise in your chest once more.

Why were you so cruel.

“Rest.” he stated finally “And then we will see if that statement still stands true. Soldier”

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The Conscience of a Young Man

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x OC x George Luz

Word Count: 2695

Summary: Surprisingly, jumping out of a plane into enemy territory wasn’t the hardest part of D-Day for Andrew Marin. He finds an old friend in the forests of Normandy, though his ability to think on his feet is quickly put to the test.

TW: Gore, period typical homophobia (mentioned)

Part Three of We Happy Few

June 5th, 1944

Andrew had passed nervous, he had passed anxious, hell, he had passed scared. He was downright terrified. Despite taking the two air sickness pills Doc Roe had given him, it made him feel like he was going to throw up even more. Andrew thought about his dream. It scared him even more now that he was up in the air. Well, Andrew thought, at least Sobel isn’t here.

Signing off his life insurance policy is what made everything suddenly real for Andrew. He had never imagined writing out his will at twenty. He left most of his possessions to Albert and his wife, and made them the benefactors for the life insurance, because God, if anyone needed it, it was going to be them. He wasn’t planning on giving a single cent to his parents, either. The only thing he left out of his will was the book he had brought with him to Toccoa. There was way in hell he wasn’t being buried with that book.

After a while, Andrew’s ears grew used to the rumbling engines. He started getting used to it when they were doing their training, but for some reason the flight medicine had only amplified the sound. He wondered how some men had started to doze off. Sure, it was dark as hell, but that sound. That awful sound.

Andrew was almost lurched out of his seat when the bombs started going off around them. He almost wanted to shout but he knew that no one there would appreciate it if he did. The light was still, red. They weren’t at the drop zone and they were already being fired at. Fantastic.

Another explosion and another lurch. Andrew was going to be sick. He could feel it.

He was up before he even realized it. His feet seemed to know what they were doing and his hands were already checking the soldier in front of him - Muck? Yeah, it was Muck. It felt like he hadn’t seen Muck in ages, but he knew that they had talked while they were on the plane. He knew that. He shouted the “Seven Ready!” and like that, they were out. One by one, they moved down the line. Man out, chute deploy, man out, cute deploy.

Though he had felt it almost a thousand times, the yank back the chute and the tumble was surreal. It was almost like it wasn’t happening. The only light was the bombs going off in the distance, the ones going off by the planes, the ones that felt like they were happening all around Andrew.

Then, for a few moments, quiet. The air rushed by just a little bit slower, the dark had just become a little darker, and Andrew was able to breathe. He thought he was dead. All he could hear was Sobel’s “Sick men do not make paratroopers!”

I’m about to be sick and I just jumped out of your damn plane, Andrew thought. Take that, Captain.

Then the ground. It wasn’t a soft landing, but nothing was broken. Or at least it didn’t feel like it. Andrew got his chute off, grabbed his M-1, and looked around for cover. He had no idea where the hell he was, but he knew that he needed to do that.

He got out his map once he was on the other side of a tree. It couldn’t tell him anything he didn’t already know -- he was somewhere in Normandy, he was neck-deep in German territory, and he was lost. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. He looked around, trying to find markings. No signs, no roads, not yet at least. He tried to remember where the planes would turn around. They wouldn’t drop them off unless they had to, right?

Andrew looked up from the map, seeing the trees around him. If I’m going anywhere, I’ve gotta get through here.

Andrew walked around the forest, finger on the trigger of his M-1 and his body tense, close to the trees. He walked slowly, steady, sure not to make any noise. Sometimes, when the moments got too quiet or when there was a pause in the explosions, Andrew could’ve sworn he heard the Germans, but then a bird would make a noise and then they’d stop. Maybe it was just in his head. Maybe he was too damn lonely out here.

The quietness of the night wasn’t unwelcome, but damn, was it unsettling. It made him think of being on Currahee, with all the woods around him and being in full jump gear, but he’s not back in Toccoa, he’s somewhere in the middle of France, and he doesn’t have Liebgott to rely on for witty jokes about Sobel. He’s all alone.

That loneliness stopped when a snap came. It wasn’t a bird getting into something. It was a certified, genuine snap of a branch under someone’s foot.

Andrew reached for his clicker and clicked once. He heard the two clicks back.

“Flash?” He heard a voice ask.

“Thunder,” Andrew said, walking towards it.

“For the love -- Marin?” It was Luz. For the love of Christ, it was George Luz.

“Luz,” Andrew replied. “Jesus Christ, you’re not dead.”

“I’d hope not.”

“Who’s plane were you on?”

“Guanere’s. You?”

“I was with Muck. I have no idea where the hell he is.”

“So we’re lost in the middle of Nazi land with no one else?”

“Seems like it.”

“Shit.”

Andrew looked at Luz, and Luz looked right back at Andrew. They were both scared, but neither of them let it show. Luz was still the same person he always was, but now he had that harder front, plus the black camouflage paint. Andrew assumed that he looked about the same to Luz.

That underlying fear couldn’t be ignored -- the fear of death, the fear of being shot out here in the middle of nowhere and then being reported MIA, the fear of never talking to your family again. Though, for those two, there was a much greater fear -- getting caught.

As the two walked together, guns in hand, they moved slowly, whispering about how the jump went and trying to find something that looked similar on the maps.

“How in the name of god was I able to find you first?” Luz asked after a while.

“I don’t know,” Andrew replied. “Probably ‘cause you stepped on a twig.”

“Well, I mean, other than that.”

“If I was a kraut, you’d be dead, you know that, right?”

Luz chuckled before clearing his throat. “Is that any way to talk to a superior officer?” He says with a Sobel-like voice. It’s gotten better since Andrew last heard it.

“You’re improving,” Andrew laughed.

“I know,” Luz replied, shaking off the voice. “Toye didn’t appreciate my hard work as much as you.”

Even though Andrew wasn’t looking at him, he could still see Luz’s smile in his speech. It was hard for you not to hear it. It was just part of Luz.

“Hey Andrew?”

“Yeah?”

“About yesterday.”

“Mm-hmm?”

“I meant what I said.”

“About what?”

“About not wanting to go to that movie,” Luz says. “I really wanted to stay there with you.”

“Luz, we couldn’t have --”

“I know we couldn’t have,” Luz cuts him off. Luz had never cut Andrew off. He was completely serious now. No jokes about it, no impersonations, just Luz at his most serious. “That doesn’t stop me from wanting to.”

Andrew didn’t know what to say. Luz didn’t know the whole story, hell, Luz had barely begun to scratch the surface of Andrew Marin.

“Andrew, what we did, I know it’s not right,” Luz continues. “But damn, there’s got to be somewhere where it’s okay.”

“Ancient Greece?”

Luz chuckled. “No, no, I mean somewhere today.”

“San Francisco?”

“I’ve heard that,” Luz says. “Isn’t that where Liebgott’s from?”

Liebgott. Shit, Andrew thought. “Uh, yeah, I think so. He’s talked about it before.”

“You think he’s..?”

“Like us?” Andrew filled in. I know he is, Andrew thought. Instead, he opted for, “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Andrew?”

“Yeah?”

“You still got that book?”

“Yeah.”

“When we get out of this damn forest, you mind reading to me?”

“Not at all, Luz.”

Andrew was surprised how long it took for him and Luz to run into the krauts. It was two of them, on patrol from what they could tell. The pair were loud, almost shouting. They were joking around, Andrew could tell, and they were laughing.

Andrew and Luz moved behind a bush, waiting for the two to pass. The German’s voices got louder, less joking, as the laughter started to slow. They stopped a few feet away from the bush. They two began to look around, taking their guns in their hand, both with their pistols. Andrew almost wanted to yell at them to get their attention, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked, he aimed, and he fired. The sound had barely registered when he realized what he had done.

A shot in the head on the first one, two in the chest of the other. Andrew pulled his gun away from his face. His arms were shaking and his knees began to quiver. He almost dropped his gun, but he didn’t. He got up from behind the bush, checked to see if there were more of them, walked around, and stood beside the German’s bodies.

The first one he shot was older, at least in his thirties. He shot him square in the middle of his forehead. Andrew wasn’t going to check if the bullet had gone all the way through. The man’s eyes were covered in blood now, not that he would have minded. He was dead.

The second one, though, was younger. Andrew’s age. As he fell, his helmet came off, revealing his dark hair. The blood spilled from his mouth and pooled around his head, probably soaking the back of his hair. Andrew could’ve sworn he saw him breathing, but then it stopped, suddenly, and his eyes went glassy. The kid was dead. He had been alive long enough for the kid to see Andrew, alive long enough for him to know who had killed him, but now he was dead.

Andrew stepped back, and back, and back, until he hit a tree. He slid down the tree until he hit the ground. His knees were pulled up against him until he looked back down at the bodies. Back at those glassy eyes. Then he looked back up, at Luz.

Jesus H. Christ, Luz.

Luz looked at Andrew, walking slowly to the younger man. Younger? Yeah, Andrew was younger than Luz by about six months, he’s pretty sure. Andrew turns twenty-three in a few months and he’s already killed someone.

“Andrew?” Luz asked quietly. That was enough.

“I killed them,” Andrew said, looking back at the bodies. “I fucking killed them.”

“Andrew-”

The blood in the boy’s hair. He felt his throat closing up and starting to burn as he fought to keep talking. “I fucking killed them Luz. They weren’t going to hurt us, fuck, they had no idea where we were or that we even fucking existed, the safety is still on that kids’ gun.”

“Andrew-”

The kid’s helmet is close to a tree. It couldn’t have protected him if the boy even had a chance. “He couldn’t have done shit, Christ, he’s just a kid-”

“Andrew!”

Andrew stopped, took in a shaky breath, and looked back up at Luz.

“They’re Germans, Andrew,” Luz tells him. “You did your job.”

You did your job, Andrew thought. He hadn’t realized he was crying. Fuck, he wasn’t just crying, he was hysterical.

Luz holds out his hand, and Andrew grabs it, pulling himself up and into Luz’s arms. They stay like that for a while, holding each other. Luz was always good at comforting Andrew.

“We’ve got to keep moving, Andrew,” Luz tells him after a while. “The Germans are gonna wonder where their men went.”

“I know,” Andrew said. “It’s my damn fault.”

“No, no,” Luz said, pulling away from Andrew to point at him with one hand, but kept the other on Andrew’s shoulder. “That’s not your fault. You did what you were supposed to do. They would have killed us. You know that. They wouldn’t have shown us any mercy.”

Andrew nodded. Luz moved his hands to cup Andrew’s face, wiping the tears away from Andrew’s face. It was a gentle moment, despite everything going on around them. Andrew placed his hands right where Luz’s elbows bent. It was intimate, Andrew had to admit, but it was fucked. Andrew sniffled, recollecting himself.

“Let’s gut out of here,” Andrew said, and two began to walk off, trying to find where the hell they were supposed to go.

All the while, the boy was still in Andrew’s mind. He saw him breathe, he was sure of it. He walked over just in time to see the kid’s final breath, and watched him die, right in front of him. He saw the blood pool and the eyes go glassy and white.

That wouldn’t be the only death that Andrew would see, he knew that, this was a damn war. This one, though, would be the one that stayed with him throughout the entire war, and probably for the rest of his life.

Once Andrew had calmed down well enough, he and Luz began to talk again. It was light banter, quiet, not Luz trying to be funny, but him trying to lighten the mood.

“Did I tell you what happened with my brother?” Andrew asked, trying to think of something on his end.

“What’s the news with Al?”

“He and his wife finally got over everything,” Andrew tells him. “He’s finally fully forgiven her.”

“How’d he do that?”

“Found out who the father was.”

“Who was the father?”

“Some guy in back-alley who was terminally ill. The guy really wanted to make his last week special,” Andrew explains. “Lorena felt too bad for him to say no, and she figured that one time wouldn’t hurt and that nothing would even come of it.”

“Real special last week.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Andrew said with a smile. “I’m the kid’s godfather and I’m not even related to him.”

Luz laughed a little, but he paused. “Does your brother know?”

Andrew sighed, and nodded. He knew Luz wasn’t talking about Lorena any more. “The first person I told. The only person I told,” Andrew explained. “Only three people really know, and two of ‘em found out.”

“Who’s the other one?”

“What?”

“Who’s the other person who found out?”

Shit on a stick, Andrew thought. Liebgott. And you found out too, and damn, did you like it.

“Old, uh, girlfriend,” Andrew replied. Liar. “She kissed me, and, uh, it didn’t feel right. She tried again, and it just felt worse. She didn’t like me too much after that.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause she married my brother.”

Luz laughed. That part wasn’t fake -- Lorena was interested in Andrew, for a good while too. She just happened to find out about another thing that made her decide she liked Albert better. Same thing that Andrew had already lied to Luz about.

The silence after that was a welcome one, and Andrew could’ve sworn that he and Luz weren’t walking that close together before, but he didn’t think much of it. It was a more than welcome gesture, and it just got that final level of comfort back to Andrew again.

It didn’t keep his mind off of how he kissed both Luz and Liebgott. It didn’t keep his mind off of how he betrayed both of them. It didn’t keep his mind out of how he was actively lying to both of them. There was no good way out of this situation -- they were all in the same company for Christ’s sake. There would be a time when the three of them would be together and they’d find out, and Andrew would lose the two men he cared most about in the entire world.

If this war didn’t kill him first.

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dxlansdarling · 5 years

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be there | e.d

Summary: You wanted to show your voice to the people you loved the most, but someone is missing.

Warning: Kinda angst? But fluff at the end

Word count: 2.616

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes. The microphone was in your hands, still turned off, but in a few minutes it wouldn’t be. You wanted this, you had spent the last week practicing and practicing every day for this moment. You have never sung for anyone else but yourself, and when you saw a huge paper on a music-bar, saying that they were looking for some voices; you couldn’t help but write your contact on it. This was your chance.

Knowing you were this nervous, you asked only a few people to come to see you: Grayson, your best friend, and his girl, which also happened to be your girl best friend. And of course, your beautiful boyfriend, Ethan. It was a huge surprise for him knowing that his girl could sing but never showed it, so of course he was excited to see you on the little stage. He was really tired and busy that week, but he said and promised he was going to make it.

The girl who was hosting the little show went up the stage as soon as the song that a band was playing ended. She smiled at the few people that where on the bar, and raised her microphone to her mouth so she could speak.

“So awesome!” she almost shouted, making the speaker creek because of her high sound. “It’s so sad that it’s coming to an end, but we have one more person that is going to take our breath away with her voice!”

She never heard me sing.

“Let’s welcome the beautiful and talented, Y/N!”

You took one last breath before showing yourself on the stage. You could hear some people clapping, other chattering, and suddenly, a little scream. Your cheeks instantly blushed. Grayson was hollering your name, and his girl was laughing beside him but clapping loudly. You would have smiled at them, you were really happy they were there. But when your eyes landed on the empty chair beside them, your heart stung.

He wasn’t there.

It seemed that your face showed your surprise and disappointment, because when you looked at Gray, he was looking at you too, but sadly. He shrugged his shoulders and mouthed an “I don’t know”. Swallowing your feelings as soon as you started to feel them trying to prick your eyes, you looked at the girl beside you.

“Thank you very much” you said, and clearing your throat, you showed your best smile “This song meant a lot to me when I was growing up, and as it is the first time I sing in public, I thought this was the chance to express myself with it”

You sat on the high chair that was on the middle of the stage, moving the microphone’s stick so it could be at your height while sitting. Looking at the guy that was waiting for your sign so the song could start, he nodded his head as soon as you looked at him and the song started playing.

Me prendí fuego para despojarme (I set myself on fire to deprive myself)

Para desvestirme para desnudarme. ( To undress me, to undress me)

Me incendie toda para no quedarme (I set myself on fire so I couldn’t stay)

Ni aun ni en el viento podrás encontrarme. (Not even in the wind you will find me)

You felt betrayed. He promised he would be there. You understood the fact that he was busy and tired, but so were you every time you went with him everywhere. Recording his videos, editing them, making some videos with him and Gray; all that, knowing that sometimes there was no time to rest. You’d been dating for more than a year now, and in all that time, you have never asked for anything, because you didn’t need to. And the one time you asked him to be there for you, because you needed him to, he couldn’t do it.

Y fui luz, fui destello (And I was light, I was flash)

Fui dolor, fui humana... (I was pain, I was human)

Cuando fuiste agua (When you were wáter)

Yo crecí en llamas (I grew up in flames)

Y cuando fuiste fuego (And when you were fire)

Me cayeron las lágrimas, lágrimas. (I cried tears, tears)

Y cuando fuiste sueño (And when you were a dream)

Yo estaba despierta (I was awake)

Y tú tan dormido (And you so asleep)

No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)

The tears were really trying to let themselves fall, but it was your first time on a stage, you didn’t want to cry, not even because of Ethan. You repeated yourself that, trying to soothe the pain inside your heart, while trying to continue with the song.

Me prendí fuego para que me vieras ( I set myself on fire so you could see me)

Pero estabas ciego y ya no sentías (But you were blind and didn’t feel anything)

Y ahora qué quieres encontrarme toda (And now that you want to find me completely)

No hay fuego ni llama ni amor ni ceniza. (There is no fire, no flame, no love, no ashes)

Y fui luz, fui destello (And I was light, I was flash)

Fui dolor, fui humana... (I was pain, I was human)

Cuando fuiste agua (When you were wáter)

Yo crecí en llamas (I grew up in flames)

Y cuando fuiste fuego (And when you were fire)

Me cayeron las lágrimas, lágrimas. (I cried tears, tears)

Y cuando fuiste sueño (And when you were a dream)

Yo estaba despierta (I was awake)

Y tú tan dormido (And you so asleep)

No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)

Soy el aire en ti, volando sin fin (I am the air on you, flying without end)

Soy la gota de amor volviendo a sumar (I am the drop of love added back again)

Soy tu alma sin luz que ya se olvidó (I am your sould without light that has already forgotten)

En ese corazón que ya se paró. (In that heart that has already stopped)

You blinked so many times, you really did. You tried anything to stop the tears, but as soon as you felt the first one, then there was another, and another, and so it went. The people watching you probably thought you were emotional because of the song and the meaning it had for you, but only two of them that were looking at you intently knew the real reason behind your wet cheeks.

Y fui luz, fui destello (And I was light, I was flash)

Fui dolor, fui humana... (I was pain, I was human)

Cuando fuiste agua (When you were water)

Yo crecí en llamas (I grew up in flames)

Y cuando fuiste fuego (And when you were fire)

Me cayeron las lágrimas, lágrimas. (I cried tears, tears)

Y cuando fuiste sueño (And when you were a dream)

Yo estaba despierta (I was awake)

Y tú tan dormido (And you so asleep)

No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta te diste. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)

No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)

No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta (You didn’t even notice, even notice)

No te diste cuenta, ni cuenta. (You didn’t even notice, even notice)

A sob wanted to escape your mouth as soon as you stopped singing. You could hear people clapping again, others hollering, and other where whistling. You feel your heart proud of yourself, even though the pain, you felt proud of yourself. But the only person who you wanted to really be there, was somewhere else, not working because his brother was watching your perfomance, and forgot completely about your night.

You were more disappointed than proud.

♦

The ride back home was silent. The only noise you could hear was the beat of the song that was played on a radio station. Neither Gray nor his girl said anything about Ethan, not only because you didn’t want to ask, but because they also were pissed off with him. Gray tried to contact him all afternoon, but his brother was nowhere to be seen or known.

The car stopped in front to the twins’ house, and even when the engine stopped under you, you didn’t get off the car. You were alone at the back; you wanted to be there so you could silently cry your heart out without having someone next to you, looking at you or trying to comfort you.

You were really hurt.

Gray’s eyes met yours when both of you looked at the rear-view mirror. He sighed.

“I am going to kill him, I promise”

Smirking a little bit, you tried to joke with him.

“We will take turns.”

If Ethan didn’t die after his brother’s turn.

Closing the car’s door after you got out, you froze on your place when you heard an angry scream and a curse, followed by some orders or something like that. Grayson could hear it to, and looking sideways at you, he lunged at the door. You and his girlfriend went right behind him, trying to stop him while he was walking to his brother’s room. He was fuming and he was going to kill his brother.

Almost breaking the door, Grayson glared at his brother, who had his eyes wide opened, with one of the headphones behind his ears and the joystick in his hands. He didn’t even saw you behind Grayson, he was much bigger than you and you were easily hidden behind his back.

“Grayson, what the--? What’s wrong?”

Oh no.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Ethan?! ‘What’s wrong’?!” he exploded, walking to Ethan who instantly let his headphones fall as soon as he stood up from his computer chair “Where the fuck were you all this time?”

Ethan furrowed his eyebrows.

“I was here playing some games, we didn’t have to work today, did we?” he asked confused, still not looking at your direction. Grayson’s girlfriend almost slapped her forehead with her palm after hearing Ethan’s question. “Did something happen?”

If you didn’t speak, Grayson was going to murder him. So clearing your throat, you make yourself notice.

“You didn’t come, Ethan.”

His hazel eyes landed on you the moment he heard your voice, and you could see the worry on his stare as soon as he noticed your tear stained cheeks. He looked confused too, still not comprehending the situation.

“What do you mean? What did I miss?”

Before you could answer, Grayson shoved his phone onto his brother’s chest. Ethan looked down, and when the video his brother opened on his phone started playing, he was speechless. As he listened to you singing that beautiful song, his heart stung with guilt and regret. You sang beautifully, but his heart completely broke when he saw the tears falling of your eyes when you were on the stage. And he knew, he knew he fucked up so bad.

When the video finished, the room fell silent. You didn’t want to speak, you thought that if you tried to, only mumbles and incoherent words would come out. That’s how you were; shy and awkward when it comes to trying to not to break in front of someone. So instead of saying something, you excused yourself and walked as fast as possible to the nearest bathroom, where you locked yourself, and finally, let the sob you were trying to hold since the second you noticed Ethan’s absence at the bar.

You felt stupid for crying. It was supposed to be the best night ever, where you should be proud instead of sad and disappointed, which made things worse, because it angered you that your night ended like shit. If it wasn’t because you were trying to be so loud with your crying, the slam of a door would have scared you. That was probably Grayson going to his room, and you confirmed it when you heard Gray’s girl say some loud stuff to Ethan before slamming the door again.

It wasn’t until some seconds later, or probably a minute, that you heard some heavy footsteps walk up to the other side of the door.

“Y/N? Baby?” you heard Ethan’s soft voice call “Can-Can you please open? I want to apologize, like, so bad. I-I have no excuses, I know, but-please, can you unlock the door?”

A part of you didn’t want to open the door. You still needed to calm or soothe the pain in your heart, and you had a little bit of pride when it came to betrayal. But it was your silly and cute boyfriend the one who was begging you not only to open the door, but to forgive him. Yes, you were still pretty mad, but he did have his right to explain himself or at least make a good apologize speech before you break his nose with a slam of the door.

Unlocking the door, you sighed before opening it. You had to look up to stare directly at his eyes, the height difference between you two was huge. He still had his brother’s phone in his hands, but his hazel eyes were on you, and when he opened his mouth to say something, he closed his eyes.

“You have no idea how fucking sorry I am. I-I don’t know what happened to me, I don’t know how I could forget a date so important to you. I just don’t know. But what I know is that you’re amazing, you’re so beautiful and so talented. And meanwhile, I’m a jerk that doesn’t deserves to be listened to right now but that needs to tell you how sorry he is and how much he loves you. With all his heart. And I’m really proud of you, baby, you fucking slayed up there.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the end of his speech, tilting your head backwards and shaking it while still laughing. He was good with words, not with dates, but he really mended all the pain with some words. And that was one of the many reasons you were in love with Ethan Dolan.

When he regretted something, he knew exactly what to say to make you believe he was sorry.

Your eyes landed on him again, and then on his hands that were playing with the corner of the phone’s case. That was his nervous habit, which made you smile a little bit, and looking at his eyes again, you sighed.

“I’m going to draw you a fucking calendar next time, okay?”

Ethan smiled.

“Big on my room’s wall please.”

Laughing again, you threw yourself into your boyfriend’s arms, that hugged you tightly and warmly against his chest. You felt his lips kiss the top of your head, and his chin rest on top of it after that.

“I love you, baby, and I love your voice.”

Smiling against the soft material of his hoodie, you smelled his scent.

“I love you too, assclown.”

Not only he was good with his words, but also he was good when it comes to make ups. Because the next day, as soon as you woke up and walked to the kitchen to get your morning coffee, you felt you heart beat so fast at the sight of a little stage made up with some boxes and chairs, meanwhile Ethan was sitting with his legs crossed on the floor, with Grayson and his girl beside him.

He was there.

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warmommy2 · 5 years

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george l uz

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

This guy is a snuggler. He’s all about cuddling up after a long day, sitting close as you enjoy a cup of coffee together before work, and he holds your hand all the time. He’d love nothing more than a hug from his favorite girl.

B = Babesexual hater (What is their favorite book?)

Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov. He read almost all of it in one sitting and sat out on the back porch for hours when he did finish it, chain-smoking.

C = Commitment (How quick are they to get into a relationship? What about marriage?)

George rushes into relationships because they’re new and exciting, but he wouldn’t rush into a marriage. What would be the fun in ending the adventure of courtship and falling in love so soon?

D = DICK (How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He is hopelessly messy. He fails to realize there even is a mess until he’s told it’s a mess, and by then he’s in the dog house. It helps a lot, however, that he’s such a good cook. So many dishes you had never even heard of, taught to him by his grandmother, translated by him into a message of love spread across steaming plates on your kitchen table.

E = Effervescent (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would do it in a way that sort of seems abrupt, but he would have been carefully considering whether it was the right move or not for a long time. He has to psyche himself up for it. He doesn’t want to be alone, but sometimes things just don’t work out.

F = Friendship ended with Babesexuals (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As you can imagine, having George Luz as a best friend is a complete blast. He loves to make other people laugh and smile, and it would just wreck him if you were ever sad. He would spend so much of his time trying to make everything right for you again out of pure love.

G = Gay (Are they a generous person in general?)

Emphatically so. He takes on the problems of others a little too readily for his own good, but there’s just so much love in his heart for others. He does volunteer work, he donates, and everyone in town knows they can come to him and he will do his best to help.

H = Hatred of Babesexuals (What’s one thing that just pisses him off?)

Racists. That pretty much goes without saying for anyone (except for racists themselves), but there are few things that will turn that gorgeous smile into a scowl quicker than discrimination.

I = Insecurity of Babesexuality (What, if anything, are they insecure about in their appearance?)

His height, mostly. His personality more than makes up for it, though, takes up all the space in both dance halls and hearts alike.

J = Juice King (What’s a special talent of theirs?)

His sense of humor is its own special talent, along with his ability to make anyone laugh. Determination not to laugh only increases HIS determination. That’s why no one can really stay mad at him.

K = King (If he could be crowned king of anything, what would it be?)

George Luz is the King of Pies (the boy loves pie, what can he say?).

L = Living Room (What are you most likely to find in their living room?)

There are four radios in his living room. Why, you may ask? He doesn’t know, don’t listen to him, he just likes collecting stuff.

M = Mourning (How do they mourn for lost loved ones?)

When he mourns, George is silent. Nothing quite communicates his loss more than this emptiness of gesture and sound. He is despondent and never talks about it again. He’s never been good at losing people.

N = Night Owl (How late does he stay up at night?)

His sleeping schedule is a little crazy. Not that he doesn’t love to sleep, he has a hard time getting to bed at a decent hour. There’s just so much to do, so much to listen to, so much to read, so much to experience, (hopefullY) so much kissing and cuddling to be done!

O = Optimist (Do they have a generally good outlook on life?)

Absolutely. He’s a good guy, that George Luz, that crazy sucker. He inspires optimism in other people, too, and sure, he can be a bit snarky with a hint of cynicism at times, but that’s not how he is in his heart and his core. He’s seen how bad things can truly be in this world, and he’s determined to see the very best in everything, now that that’s over.

P = Phone (Who’s he most likely to call if something goes wrong?)

That depends on what you mean by ‘goes wrong’. If he’s done something stupid and needs to get bailed out of jail? Lipton. If he’s been dumped and has a broken heart? Lipton. If he burns the sauce and it sticks to the bottom of the pot?

…Lipton. Okay, maybe it doesn’t really depend on anything, he just calls Lip.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. When you’re out and someone bumps into you, he’s having full-length conversations with someone who is a total stranger to you, asking about their children by name, asking about whether or not they got that leaky roof fixed, stuff like that.

R = Ravenous (Name one dish they absolutely LOVE.)

Make 👏 him 👏 a 👏 pie 👏. Chocolate silk pie. Apple pie. Blueberry pie. Cherry pie. Peach cobbler. Make 👏 him 👏 a 👏 pie 👏.

S = Sugar Gay?

He loves the smell of the spices his grandma uses to cook. There’s no aroma in the world more pleasant, welcoming, and full of memories of happiness and love than that.

T = Titty

Has he ever shut up? Ever?

U = Ugh (Something that makes him instantly roll his eyes)

Anything, once his tiny attention span wears out, but then he just bounces on to the next thing. No big deal.

V = Vespertine (What the fuck does this word mean?) ok jk Vagina

He takes a walk every single evening, unless the weather is just really bad. He calls it George Time, and it is considered holy.

W = Well-Mannered (Can they behave themselves in public?)

He’s truly all over the place, and he’ll push the envelope a bit for the sake of a laugh, but he means well. He may be erratic, perhaps chaotic, but he’s an angel and everyone knows it.

X = Xbox (What’s their favorite video game?)

George Luz fucking loves Stardew Valley. He’s completely obsessed with it. He has watched more YouTube videos than he has even played the game, and he plays it a lot.

Y = Yuck (Name one dish they absolutely HATE.)

He doesn’t really like vegetables! He despises green bean casserole, it makes him gag.

Z = Zing! (What’s a joke they would make about themselves?)

He is not afraid to make jokes at his own expense and probably does so at least a dozen times a day. They often refer to the thing he’s most insecure about and he frequently compares himself to Tyrion Lannister (not just because he’s small, but because he has a giant personality as well and is AWESOME).

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cajunroe · 7 years

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speirsluz + professional gamers!au ↳ there were a lot of things that managed to surprise george luz, but falling in love with his ultimate rival had to take the cake. it’d been years, literal years, of fighting ron speirs on any and every virtual battleground possible and luz still can’t believe he’d never seen it. never noticed the way his heart pounded when he met the man face to face or talked to him about the latest patches, updates, and releases. he always chalked it up to the competition. but now? stuck in an elevator with the man he’s spent his entire career fighting, he can’t help but notice everything he hadn’t before. like how ron’s eyes crinkle in the most perfect way when he really smiles. or how long his leg were when they were fully extended. or how soft his lips looked in the fluorescent lights of an elevator. and he know, he just knows, that this could ruin their entire careers. half of the reason their fans latched on to them was because of their rivalry that started six years ago. and luz didn’t know what would happen if that changed. but he can’t stand, or sit, idly by and keep listening to ron talk about the competition. he can’t keep watching ron’s perfect lips open and close with his own against them. and in an instant, luz decides that no matter what, he was leaving this elevator without knowing what it was like to kiss his rival.

luz has been in his fair share of shitty situations, but being stuck in an elevator with the one man he’s grown to loathe the most is by far one of the shittiest.

said man, throws his phone to the ground and groans.

“they said it’ll be at least an hour before the fire department gets here.”

luz groans, disappointed he’s missing the convention before the tournament. that was always his favorite part.

“good thing i was carrying this welcome basket. water?”

luz’s eyebrows shoot up at the gesture and looks at the bottled water weary of its contents.

“i didn’t poison it, come on.”

luz smiles softly at the joke and accepts the drink.

“thanks.”

they sit in awkward silence for a while before luz has to speak or else he’ll explode.

“so i hear there are some really great demos on the floor today.”

ron nods, “grant is working with bethesda for a early release of the new dlc and knowing him, he’ll get it.”

luz doesn’t know what exactly causes his mouth to utter the next words, but they’re out before he can think of it.

“is grant your boyfriend?”

ron nearly chokes on his water before recovering with laughter, “no. no, no, no, no, no.”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to assume.” luz apologized.

ron smiled warmly and luz’s stomach fluttered.

“it’s fine, i mean it’s no secret that i’m gay, but grant is more of an annoying brother than a boyfriend.”

luz nods and takes another drink of water for lack of a better thing to do.

“how about you?”

luz’s eyes widen but he replies, “no, i’m not dating grant either.”

ron laughs loudly and luz’s stomach flutters again.

what the hell is that about?

“i mean, are you seeing anyone. you’re always with that short italian.”

“his name is frank and if he heard you call him short, you’d be dead where you sit.”

ron smiled wide and his eyes crinkled slightly and luz knew he was fucked.

“but, uh...” he faltered, “no. no boyfriend or girlfriend. just me.”

he saw ron nod, like the information was actual useful.

there was another silence, slightly less awkward and ron broke it again.

“do you mind if i stretch my legs?” ron asked.

luz shrugged and shook his head.

he expected ron to stand up and move a bit, but instead the man just stretched his legs on either side of luz’s own, bracketing him in. it made a rather inviting arrow into ron’s space that luz would’ve been more than happy to crawl into.

he shook his head at the thought, trying to figure out why he was suddenly having this desire to be closer to his rival.

“so i think i figure out the perfect strategy for that final boss achievement we’ve both been having trouble on.” ron stated with a open-ended tone. like he was waiting for luz’s attention before continuing, as though he needed it.

luz looked up and directly into ron’s eyes.

“really?” he asked, genuine and a little enamored by the smile still on the other man’s face.

luz listened to the elaborate plan set forth by ron on the most difficult achievement they’d both been striving for for the past few months.

luz wondered, briefly, why ron was sharing the information with him, but his thoughts drifted to how differently he was looking at his rival. no how differently he was looking at ron.

sat across from the man he’s been fighting for six year, in a small silver elevator, luz can finally admit to himself what he’s been burying for a while.

he finds ron irresistible. it all happen at a tournament two years ago when ron pull the win out of thin air. he left abruptly, not even congratulating ron and the press thought it was because of anger and disappointment. honestly, luz couldn’t get anywhere near ron after that because the win was well-deserved and the maneuver ron pulled was by far one of the sexiest things luz had ever witnessed. and since then, he’s found it hard to battle ron, let alone be in anywhere alone with him.

and now here he sat, listening to the man of every fantasy he’s had for two years, barely a foot away and noticing everything he’d never gotten to notice up close.

like the way his stubble caresses his face or how his dark eyes light up whenever he talks about gaming. he noticing the little crinkles in ron’s eyes when he really smiles and how he gestures with his hands when he’s really passionate. and luz knows he’s about to do something stupid. he can feel it in his bones before he’s even moving.

and in an instant he’s crowded ron against the back of the elevator and crawled onto his lap.

“luz, what’re you doing?” ron asks cautiously even though his hands are on luz’s hips.

and luz hates that he can ask him so calmly.

“i don’t know, but just got with me on this.”

and ron agrees and it sounds like the two of them are going into battle together, instead of against one another.

luz doesn’t know who moves first but before he knows it ron’s tongue is in his mouth and the grip on his hips is almost too tight but it has him gasping nonetheless.

ron pulls back roughly, “god i’ve wanted to do this since the starcraft tournament in ‘14.”

luz laughs and rips his teeth away from where they were making a beautiful mark on ron’s neck.

“i’ve wanted you since the tournament in ‘15 where you kicked my ass.”

at the last word, ron’s grabs luz ass and pulls him closer. “yeah?”

luz nods and pulls ron back towards him, “it was the sexiest fucking thing i’ve ever seen.”

ron smiles against luz’s lips, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

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Sing Me a Song (Joseph Liebgott x reader)

Can be read as a reader or OFC piece. I was playing around with writing in first person.

The song referenced is Only Forever by Bing Crosby.

Warnings: um...none really. fluff?

Tags: @evelynshelby

It was a cold, white hell. Snow covered everything. Well everything that had not been destroyed by the most recent barrage. The air was frigid, the cold seeping into my clothes until it felt like my bones had been replaced with icicles. Splintered trees surrounded us, an ode to the destruction we faced. Stains on the ground reminded us where someone had been hit, either injured or died.

The only thing that made this place even remotely tolerable was my fellow paratroopers...and him.

I sat next to Muck, sides pressed against one another with the idea of sharing warmth. Even if neither one of us had warmth to share. Our legs dangled over the side of Luz's foxhole, listening to him and Malark joke about something. A few other guys were around, listening in and adding their own commentary. Specifically, he sat across from me in the foxhole, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, fingers tapping out a silent beat on his thigh.

I remember the exact moment I met Joseph Liebgott. I knew he would be trouble for me. That messy hair, dark eyes and the don't-fuck-with-me attitude. Sure I found that attractive and his dry humor always made me laugh. Although his stubbornness and ability to pick a fight with almost anyone did irk me. He was untouchable. It was obvious he was a ladies-man, and knew it. I was...well, not someone typically picked up at a bar. I had always been alright with my lack of male attention, but for once, I wish I knew how to charm and flirt, to beguile a man and have the audacity to kiss one.

But that was not me. So I sat and watched from the sidelines.

"What the fuck are they singing about now?" Liebgott complained, glaring across the no-man's land between us and the Germans in the Bois Jacques.

Sure enough, German singing could be heard, carrying with the wind. They seemed to be singing more lately, either to boost their own morale or annoy the Americans.

It sure got a rise out of some of the paratroopers.

"They just serenading you, Joe." Malark joked then called over to a passing Sergeant, "Ain't that right, Lip?"

Lipton just shook his head, a small smile touching his lips. "Whatever you say, Malark. You boys make sure to keep your heads down. Ma'am too." He kept walking, probably to find Dike.

I giggled, smiling as Lipton walked away. No matter how many times I told him to stop, he still called me 'ma'am'. Something about it being disrespectful and even in the middle of a war his mother would find him and spank him with her wooden spoon if she thought he was being disrespectful.

Liebgott kept scowling. "Well I wish they'd shut the fuck up." He mumbled something under his breath, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

"Oh I see, you prefer me to serenade you." Luz smiled. "I mean, all you had to do was ask, really. Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping…"

"Shut it. I'm sick of your singing."

"Joe…" I reprimanded softly. He glanced over at me and gave the briefest of winks. That simple action, every time, always set my cheeks ablaze and a fire in my belly. I scrubbed a hand over my face, praying no one saw how flustered I was.

"Well what do you want? Not a lot of options here, unless you know where some band is hiding nearby." Muck said, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

"Shit, I don't know. I just miss music, good music I guess. Always had the radio playing in my cab."

My heart broke at the forlorn look on his face. We all had our moments where the longing for home, to be anywhere but this terrible place, overwhelmed us. It was up to our friends around to cheer us up, however they could, but lately it was getting harder and harder to do. The constant threat of bombardment, the frigid cold, lack of food and watching our friends get injured and/or die. It killed the small hints of hope left in us. That we would survive. That we would escape this place.

He drummed his fingers against his thigh, some song probably playing in his head. Even those around us had grown silent, lost in their own memories of before. Who knew such a simple thing as music could be so meaningful.

"I'll sing for you."

Then I realized the words I blurted out. Shit.

"Yeah? You sing?"

Luz butted in. "Since when do you sing? And why are we hearing about this now? We could have been singing duets this whole time!"

I ignored him, keeping my eyes on Liebgott. "I used to sing in school. Nothing special."

That may have been the biggest lie of my life. I used to sing all the time, whenever I could. I even sang for our local radio a couple times. Then war happened. It did not feel right to sing during training, just gave Sobel another reason to despise me, and here surrounded by blood and bullets, I did not even think about it.

For him though, I would do it. To make him smile in this frozen hell. I would sing for him.

"What are you going to sing?"

"What would you like?"

He paused for a moment before smirking. "Surprise me."

Well there was no going back now. Butterflies were throwing a lively party in my belly, my hands were sweaty and my mind continued to berate me for my idiotic decisions. I pushed it all away. I had survived D-Day. I had helped take Carentan. I had fought at the Crossroads. I could sing one song for the man that made my knees weak with a wink.

Right?

Shit.

Carefully I stood up, dusting the snow off my ODs as I mentally chose a song. What did I want to sing? In my mind I imagined myself back home, the sun shining on my face, sand between my toes and the sounds of the ocean waves crashing on the beach. Then I imagined him next to me. A huge smile on his face, like the ones from back in Toccoa when he would hide Guarnere's boots just to see him furious and swearing to make even a sailor blush.

So I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let the song pour forth.

Do I want to be with you

As the years come and go

Only forever

If you care to know.

Would I grant all your wishes

And be proud of the task

Only forever

If someone should ask.

How long would it take me

To be near if you beckon?

Off hand I would figure

Less than a second.

Do you think I'll remember

How you looked when you smile?

Only forever

That's puttin' it mild.

When I finished the song, barely a sound was heard. Self-conscious, I opened my eyes to meet the stares and dropped jaws of my fellow paratroopers.

I met those dark eyes that I adored and softly said, "happy Hanukkah, Joe."

Then my nerves gave out and I quickly dropped back down to sit next to Muck.

"What the hell was that? Were you planning on keep that from us this whole time?" Luz demanded, looking both offended and awed.

I just shrugged.

"That was beautiful." Muck whispered, nudging me in the side.

"Thank you."

Buck called my name from behind, so I turned to see all the officers standing nearby probably making a plan since Dike was not around. Honestly I was mortified that they had heard also but the smiles on their faces alleviated some of the anxiety. "From now on, only you should be singing for Easy."

"Hey!" Luz placed a hand over his heart, cigarette between his fingers. "You wound me, Buck. You love my singing."

"Keep telling yourself that, George."

Smiling at their silly antics, I was glad the attention was momentarily off me but I knew it would not be for long. It had felt good to sing again. I wondered if my self-imposed denial was without merit. If it boosted the morale of my friends, was it selfish of me to hold back? I figured I should talk to Doc about it later. He gave the best advice.

"You sang that….for me?"

The question startled me out of my musings. I looked over the foxhole to see Liebgott staring at me with an intensity I had never seen before. It made a fire grow in my belly and my toes curl.

I nodded, biting my chapped lip.

His eyes bore into mine for a long moment. Then without warning, he shoved off the side of the foxhole he sat on and in two steps stood before me. Before a word could escape me, his lips crushed against mine with an almost bruising passion.

It felt as if the world faded away and the only thing that mattered was his soft, equally chapped lips, his warm breath and the feeling of his hands cupping my cheeks. Once my brain restarted, I kissed him back with equal passion. For a moment I was unsure if this was a dream or real. Either way I intended to enjoy it. I knocked his helmet off so I could card my fingers through his messy hair like I had fantasized about so many times. It was greasy and dirty but it was perfect.

Eventually the world resumed and I could hear the hooting and cheering of the guys around us. I pulled back slightly from Liebgott, my cheeks flaming from more than just the cold.

"Hell of a kiss you laid on her, Joe." Malarkey teased.

"Hell of a dame." Liebgott replied, his eyes never leaving mine as one of his thumbs brushed gently over my swollen, bottom lip. I could not help the small smile, amazed that this was real.

Quickly he snuck a brief kiss once more before pulling himself up and sitting next to me, his arm tucking me into his side. Not that I complained.

"Why don't you kiss me after I sing to you? Huh?" Luz pouted but the huge smile on his face gave him away.

"I guess you didn't know the right song."

They laughed at my joke, the tension that typically hung over us like an axe gone for the time. The guys heckled one another and tried to convince me to sing again amidst pretending to recreate The Kiss scene Liebgott and I just gave them, like some high school play.

The snow and cold seeped through our clothes, threatening that we would never feel warmth again. The enemy sat in wait not far from us. For now, I pretended those dangers were imaginary. I laughed as Luz tried to sing like me, only to fail spectacularly, and be bombarded with snow balls.

Most of all, I felt a fresh breath of life in me as I scooted closer and laid my head on Liebgott's shoulder, his arm tight around my side. The faintest press of a kiss on the top of my head made my smile grow.

I wondered if I should have sang months ago or maybe it was this moment, that finally allowed me to show him how I felt.

His fingers thread through mine, and I realized it did not matter. I was happy. And that was something I planned on never letting go.

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