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a-998h · 2 months

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One

*Warning this contains some angst and some vague drugging*

Creator's POV

Turns out, the place I'm being housed is were Furina used to live. This placeis crawling with gards and Neuvillettecan visit me at any moment. However, I don't want to be stuck here. I'm running out of time and I'm still down two cores.

Panic sets in as I realize someone, or many someones, is trying to keep me here and it might have to do with people thinking I'm a fucking god! I'm screwed!

My cheeks feel wet, I'm crying. I just sit down on the sofa and cry my anger and frustration out. I think back to what lead me to this moment...

I found this cool game, tried it out and got hooked. The stories, the characters, and art, everything made me love this game. Now, that love has gotten me trapped in this world with only one day to find what I need to get out.

Maybe, I should just end it all, people back home have probably given up on looking for me, and I didn't want to live in this world. The tears keep flowing, harder and faster and snot comes out of my nose as well. They probably think I'm dead somewhere, because I have no idea how long I've here but is must been a long time. Maybe if I die, then I'll go home without the portal cause I know at this rate I'm not gonna go home and I'll be stuck with these crazy people till I'm old and I die.

"I can’t be with people and I can’t be alone," I mumble.

A show I watched had this line, and right now it fits. I want to be away from these crazy people but being alone with my thoughts seems to be a hell of my own creation. The tears keep falling and won't stop. Why, why can't I just put myself together to figure this out? I... I want to go home, with my friends, family, partners, everyone from my real life.

I'm pulled from my mind, by someone knocking on the door.

"Your grace, may I come in?" The voice asks.

The voice is female and sounds young. I want to be alone so I can process my thoughts, but at the same time I want to have a shoulder to cry on and a willing ear to listen to my problems.

Wiping my tears and snot on my sleeve I open the door and I see, Furina on the other side. Dressed in fancy clothes as always, I wonder how long it takes her to get dressed every day? She walks into the room, closing the door behind her, and sits in the sofa.

"Hi Furina... What are you doing here?" I ask.

She smiles at gives me a kind look, little a kind younger sister in a way and it kind of made me feel better.

"Neuvillette asked if I could keep you company. He's worried about you getting lonely while you settle in," she explained.

I smiled, was it because I had someone to talk to or because Neuvillette had it in his heart to care about me? She walks into the dinning room, and I notice she's holding two bakery boxes. She places the boxes on the table and looks at me. I keep waiting and see her taking out a tea set with a rainbow rose pattern and blue base colors. I keep my eyes on tea set just because it's pretty.

She catches me looking and gestures for me to sit at the table. She pulls out a chair for me and I sit. She pours me a cup of tea before doing so for herself. She then opens the bakery boxes and inside the first one is a blue frosted cake and the other has macaroons of every color of the rainbow.

"Here, we can't have a tea party without desserts," Furina happily chirped.

I smiled at her. It felt nice, we were silent but is wasn't awkward. We shared tea and desserts as the sun shines through the windows. Furina tries to get me to open up and it seems to help. She talks about herself and asks me things about myself and how I'm finding Fontaine.

I answer her questions and tell her about myself and I tell her my thoughts on Fontaine.

"The city is beautiful and the Melusine are so cute!" I accidentally squeal.

She nods her head and she then notices the bag. I freeze. If I tell her, then she might rat me out and I don't want to take that risk. I lie to her and say it's nothing. The once comfortable silence becomes awkward as we just stare and pick at the desserts.

Furina looks at me, with sadness in her eyes. She tells me that she can tell I want to say something. I try to deny it but she can tell I'm lying. My eyes start to water and I tell her about me wanting to leave and the cores. She has slight sadness in her eyes but she doesn't seem all that upset. She tells me she knows where the other two cores are. She tells me that she'll help me find them so I can go home.

Hours later

I... I can't believe it! Furina fulfilled her promise. She told me that Wriothesley had the Dendro core, and well let's just say I needed to start a problem so Wriothesley would leave his office. Once I got into his office I had to sneak the core out of his desk. It was nerve racking but I managed to do it! I put the core in the bag with the others and I exit. I swim around and explore, and then Furina tells me to focus.

When I'm back in the city I ask Furina who has the hydro core. Furina gets nervous and she looks away.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Ummm... Chiori," she mumbles.

I ask her to speak up and she says the person who has the hydro core is Chiori. Well, I'm fucked. Chiori is scary, but my want to go home is stronger than any fear I have of a seamstress lady who threw a pair of her fabric sheers at a rude customer.

I sneak through the city and make my way to Chioriya Boutique. The outside looks pretty and the outfits inside look awesome. I mentally take notes to do these as cosplay some day. Chiori is busy with a customer and I sneak around, trying to find that hydro core. I end up in the backroom and investigate. When I do find it I put it in my bag and dart out of the backroom. I feel relief as I realize I have all the cores I needed. Before I make it to Chioroiya's front door, someone grabs the back of my shirt. I look and see.... it's Chiroi. She holds her hand out for my bag and I shake my head. She keeps telling me to give her the bag.

This goes on for who knows how long until I mange to escape. I rush to the nearest teleport waypoint. When I do find it I think over Musk Reef. I'm expecting a flash of light and then appearing in the waters near Musk reef but I'm not. I open my eyes and I'm touching a streetlight pole.

As I go to leave I feel something in my arm before my word goes black, the last thing I hear is Sigewinne's voice telling me to relax and sleep.

#genshin fanfic #cult au #sagau #creator!reader #sagau lore #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #I do plan to draw the stuff in this series at some point #Expect tea set and other drawings at some point #genshin angst #tw vague drugging

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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got the last request ever from the lovely and sweet @corpse-poet for Glaz and Kapkan fighting over the reader! took a bit of a different route for it and i honesy like how it came out. thanks for requesting mamas i looove you 🥺😩

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Kapkan x GN!Reader x Glaz: Romantic Altercations

Trigger Warnings: slight angst, eventual fluff, physical altercations (fist fighting), bloody noses, getting shot in the face (fake bullets, reader is hit)

Life was easy for someone like you. You were hired as a test hostage for an elite CTU called Rainbow, and you absolutely loved it. You got paid a lot just for sitting there, occasionally getting blown up and shot at. A lot of the operators were also pretty nice to you, usually apologizing for the things they accidentally do to you. Two operators however seemed to find themselves clinging to you a lot whenever you were brought back to their training scenarios. Maxim and Timur, the 2 of 4 Spetsnaz operators, were practically always at your side when you were around. They cared a lot about you and wanted to get to know you better and so they took your simple position as the best way to. It was kind of cute.

“So Y/N, have you come to enjoy this job?” Maxim asked. “I like it. If I can make good money from just sitting on the floor all tied up and having you guys shoot near me and blow me up with fake explosives, it’s all good.” you say. “I see. Do you not get tired of it?” Timur asked. “It can get tiring, yeah. But I’m not here everyday and for that I can be thankful.” you say. “That’s good. I hope you never get tired of being here with us, we appreciate your work.” Maxim said, patting your shoulder. You smile up at him and unbeknownst to you, this causes an anger in Timur to stir within him.

You didn’t know it, but he and Maxim have been fighting over who gets to have you. The two were absolutely infatuated with you, so much so that the duo constantly got into shouting matches when you weren’t around. It was surprising too, because they had never had an argument with each other and it pretty much unnerved the other operators.

Soon enough, you all reach the training scenario and Maxim and Timur help get you ready. Timur is the one that puts the cloth in your mouth, doing so gently. He also takes this as the chance to gently caress your lips, causing you to fluster. Maxim then delicately binds your wrists together with some rope, kissing each of your fingers. The sudden affection was making you a bit hazy, and you didn’t even realize that the two of them were helping you walk. “Are you feeling okay, Y/N? You seem to be a bit distracted.” Timur said. His tone sounded like he was teasing you, and it made you come to your senses a bit. “Uh…I’m fine, don't worry.” you say, laughing sheepishly. “Well if there’s something wrong feel free to tell us. We will take care of you.” Maxim said.

You give him a nod, and Timur lets go of your arm. “I must group you with everyone else. You two go get in position.” he said. “We will. Thank you for helping me in getting Y/N here.” Maxim said. His tone was oddly colder than normal, and it made you a bit worried. He then carefully helped you inside, gently setting you down in the room Gustave had told him to place you. “I will protect you. You don’t need anybody else but me.” he whispered, flashing you a grin before putting his mask on over his mouth and nose. Giving him a nod, you clap twice as a way to say thank you to him before he goes to reinforce the walls.

The training session seems to go on for a while, a good 8 matches you believe, and you were finally beginning to feel extremely exhausted. There was only one round left, according to Mark coming and letting you know. Silently thanking him, he then leaves the room, only for Maxim to step back into the room. “Did he say anything to you?” he asked. You nod, and this makes Maxim scowl slightly. “Anything rude or vulgar?” he asks again. You shake your head this time, becoming confused as to why he was suddenly so protective. “Good. We will begin this round shortly, and I intend to finish it in our favor.”

Maxim then went to lay in a separate room, keeping his eyes on you. He must have already set up all his E.D.Ds because normally he'd be in another room. Gunshots and explosions rang out per usual all over the scenario. You used to flinch at these, but not anymore once you got used to it. The first time you were here you thought they were using actual bullets, something Harry forgot to tell you. The pain back then was unbearable, but now your pain tolerance was really high.

Or so you thought.

As Mark passed in front of you, a bullet came straight through the window, initially aimed to injure him. But it hit you right in the face instead, directly between the eyes. The impact rendered you Down But Not Out, and this sent Maxim into a frenzy. He then rushed to peek out the window and shot at the person who shot the bullet. It was Timur, and Maxim was even more furious once he found out. “Ты глупая сука! Ты выстрелил Y/N в чертово лицо!” Maxim roared. You watched him rush out of the room through blurry vision as Mark then helped you up, moving you to a safer spot. He tended to your wounds and soon enough, the round was declared over.

Mark handed you to Gustave, you checked for any injuries other than the fake bullet you took to the face. “I’ll take you to the infirmary for further treatment. Hold onto my waist, you’re a bit too dizzy to walk on your own.” Gustave said. Nodding, you reach your still bound hands to remove the tape from your mouth. “Who shot me?” you ask. “It was Timur. He was fixing to aim at me but he ended up shooting you instead. Sorry.” Mark said, apologizing. “It’s fine, you didn’t know he was aiming at you…I hope.” you say as you wrap an arm around Gustave’s waist to hold yourself up. Mark nodded, and you all made your way out.

And once you did, you saw Maxim and Timur arguing just outside. “Maybe next time you should pay attention better, сука!” you heard Maxim yell. Timur simply threw a punch now out of anger, effectively causing Maxim’s nose to bleed profusely. Maxim did the same, and soon enough the two were beating each other up. “Hey! What are you two doing to each other?!” Gustave yelled. Mark rushed to go help the others pull them apart, and you couldn’t do anything to make them stop because of the state you were in. They both turned to look at Gustave, and their eyes filled with horror once they saw you had quite obviously seen them fighting. “You two have been fighting for months! Quel est le problème?!” Olivier yelled.

Maxim and Timur broke out of everyone’s arms, looking down and now refusing to look at you. “It is none of your concern. We will deal with it later.” Timur said. Now his tone was oddly chilling, and it made you upset. “Would you talk about it with me?” you ask, making sure your tone was gentle. They stayed silent before looking at each other, giving each other a nod, before then looking down at the ground again. “Gilles, Saif, help me get them to the infirmary. Make sure to hold onto their arms and keep them separated.” Gustave ordered. Gilles and Saif then came behind them, holding their arms behind their backs as you all made your way to the infirmary. Olivier followed along of course, just to help with some of the workload.

Upon arrival, you were then treated for your injuries by Gustave himself meanwhile Mina and Olivier treated both Maxim and Timur. “You know we’ll have to tell Harry about this. It’s been going on for months and the two of you have no intention of stopping.” Mina said, looking over at you. “And all your fighting came with a casualty.” Olivier said, glaring at Maxim as he treated his nose and face. “Maxim and I will discuss it with Harry then. This does not concern you all.” Timur said curtly, causing Mina to just sigh and shake her head once she was done with him. “Au contraire. But if you are really this adamant you don’t need to tell us, we won’t press further. I’ll leave Y/N here to rest. You two are finished now, so go ahead and see Harry.” Gustave said.

He, Olivier, and Mina then stepped out to leave you alone with Timur and Maxim. “Come here.” you command, breaking the tense silence. The two silently and reluctantly stand up, walking over to the bed you were sitting on. “Now spill.” you command once more. “Maxim and I are intensely attracted to you. We have been fighting over you and every time you were here was when we would be calm.” Timur said. “And I lost my composure when I found out it was Timur that had shot you. I wanted to kill him for hurting you.” Maxim said. “You could have told me. You didn’t have to fight each other over me.” you say. “We know that now…” Timur said.

You remain silent, now having to make up your mind for how you felt about them. You did have feelings for the both of them, and now since they’ve kinda revealed they felt the same for you, it was a bit confusing. And while being a bit irritated that instead of talking it out like the grown men they were, they decided to fight each other instead. “Are you mad..?” Timur asked softly. Your eyes flick over to him and you sigh softly, “I’m not mad. I’m just a bit irritated and disappointed. I like the two of you, and I don’t want you two to keep fighting. We’ll have to work on this, because I’m not dating one over the other.

“You want to be with the two of us?” They both asked.

“I do. But we can’t be together if you keep this up.” you say.

The two then looked at each other before looking back at you. “We’ll work on it. We promise.” Maxim said. “Do you truly promise?” you ask. “Yes, we promise.” Timur chimed. “Good. Now turn off the light and lay down with me, I know you’re all sore.” you command. Maxim goes to turn off the light while Timur gets into the bed next to you, pulling you right up against him to make some extra room for Maxim, who then comes on next to you. “We’re still really sorry for seeing us like that.” Maxim said. “I’ll forgive you. Hush, and sleep.” you say, wrapping your arms around him.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s kapkan #maxim basuda #kapkan x reader #r6s glaz #timur glazkov #glaz x reader #slight angst #fluff #x reader #x reader angst #x reader fluff #r6s x reader angst #r6s x reader fluff #r6s spetsnaz

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ploompkin · 3 months

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FELLOW RESEARCH ETHIC FAN RAAAHH

(Do you have any headcanonns for both of them? I'm extremely desperate for content of them please I am begging like a small victorian child for bread)

OMG HELLOOOO DO I EVER—

(I tried to restrain myself a little, but long post incoming)

- Faba— (Chaotic) Bisexual

- Colress— Grey romantic and grey sexual (rarely experiences romantic attraction, and doesn’t experience sexual attraction without romantic att. first and gender blind when he does).

- One of the reasons they work so well together is because they are both obsessed with their work and therefore understand and respect the other’s dedication to it and are both content to put their relationship second, unless it’s urgent. Faba’s more concerned about his career, and Colress is more concerned about science for the sake of discovery, but as the two slowly become friends they learn to see the other’s point of view and respect one another’s vision. Colress helps Faba get back the enthusiasm for his work that he had lost over the years and to go with the flow a little more, and Faba helps Colress stay organised and focused. They make a fantastic team both as scientists and a couple because they balance each other out so well.

- The slowest of slow burns. Neither of them confess first. It just sort of happens naturally… they go from acquaintances to friends, to close friends all the while crushing on one another. At first they both fight against their feelings because they’re worried it’ll distract from work and also they both feel overwhelmed, but over time they settle into them. Both are vaguely aware of the other’s interest which leads to tension slowly building up until one day they’re hanging out and just one, single factor (something cheesy, like they accidentally touch hands, or they’re both a bit tipsy, or they’re on a walk and they end up in a romantic setting) leads them both to just lean in aaaand…

- Colress isn’t very good at kissing (sorryyy). At first, anyway. It makes sense, given my hc that he has very little experience or practice because he just wasn’t motivated to explore romance. Luckily, he’s a fast learner and because of Faba’s whole inferiority/superiority complex (it’s both, c’mon), he’s actually kind of relieved that perfect, tall, blonde and handsome Colress doesn’t know his way around that kind of thing. Faba does very much take the lead during the early stages of their relationship since he has more experience (I hc he used to be married but then divorced), and Colress is grateful for that.

(More under the cut)

- Colress is a bit of a bad influence on Faba, lol. We know Faba is canonically morally grey on his own (genetic experimentation, his being prepared to freeze the unwanted Type: Nulls, Rainbow Rocket, etc.) but Colress just enables him further. In the beginning of their relationship they’re both very cautious about revealing the more distasteful aspects of their work, worrying about the other’s reaction. Little by little the truth comes out though, and they’re both relieved at their partner’s willingness to accept/excuse how far they’ll both go for their work. We’ve got to be honest here: they’re not exactly good people, but because of their shared values and complimentary personalities they’ve managed to create a healthy and loving relationship for themselves. Too bad that’s just made their scientific practice even less morally viable as they encourage one another in the worst way. To everyone else they’re a nightmare. To each other? They’re ridiculously sweet.

- I think Colress would actually LIKE that Faba’s sharp with other people (and even to himself when they didn’t know each other well). I can see Colress being drawn to more feisty and outspoken individuals because he likes people who speak their mind. There’s much more to my interp. of Faba than that though, and there’s a reason he grew up to be such an asshole. It’s complicated, because Faba exaggerates his sense of self importance as a coping mechanism to fight against his deep insecurities, but he also… kind of believes it? His way of thinking is very messy because reasons that I could write about here, but won’t because it would turn out way too long haha. But Faba’s rude, spiteful, insecure and messy and complicated, and Colress knows this and loves him for it all the same.

- Faba hates PDA it makes him sooo embarrassed. If there’s a quiet corner where he’s sure no one can see them then he’ll allow a quick smooch though. … Unless he’s drunk. He’s very openly affectionate and flirty with Colress when he’s had a few. Speaking of, they’re both lightweights lol, Faba more so because he’s smaller and even more slightly built than Colress. They both like wine; Faba prefers red, Colress prefers white. Back to the original topic, even though Faba hates PDA, he’s still incredibly proud of his partner and is constantly praising him and bringing him up to other people, because he NEEDS absolutely everyone to know he’s dating such an amazingly intelligent and beautiful man. He thinks he’s subtle about it. The employees at Aether Paradise will tell you otherwise. At least he’s so distracted by prattling on about his partner that he has less time to belittle them, they suppose?

- There’s a massive height difference between the two. My Faba’s 5’4”, and Colress I see as being 6’2”. Before they started dating Faba hated this, because he saw it as something Colress is superior to him in. After they start dating though… Faba admits he finds it very attractive, and finds being held against his partner’s chest is very calming for him because when Colress hugs him, Faba’s so small he basically just disappears into him. Hidden from judgemental eyes… he also really likes it when Colress wraps his coat around him at the same time- it feels just like a weighted blanket. My hc for Faba is that he’s autistic and has anxiety (both of which he denies because of internalised ableism), so the pure sensory bliss of this helps him if he’s having a rough day.

- Faba is a morning person… Colress isn’t. If they need to go somewhere early Faba will wake Colress up with breakfast in bed and coffee in an effort to make it easier for him <3 he finds it very cute when Colress gets all whiney since he’s usually so composed and quiet when something irritates him.

- Faba’s love language is more about physical affection and gift giving, and Colress’ is more words of affirmation and romantic/sacrificial gestures. The longer they’re together though, the easier Faba finds it to voice his affection, and the more Colress initiates psychical contact. He’s learned that Faba especially appreciates massages- foot massages because wearing those fuckin’ heels wedges day in day out must take its toll, and head massages are his favourite. Basically, he’s a cat. Likewise Faba learns that one unexpected ‘I love you’ is enough to get Colress to step away from his work and join him, which is a technique he now uses whenever he wants attention.

- Colress prefers a more submissive role in their relationship, and Faba tends to be more dominant. For Colress, submissive doesn’t necessarily mean more easily flustered though. He’s very good at keeping his composure and enjoys getting Faba hot and bothered with sweet/dirty talk, teasing him throughout the day until he breaks. (Cough,, power bottom)

- Faba is very easily jealous, which is unfortunate for him because Colress is both polite and charming as well as conventionally attractive and so gets quite a lot of attention- especially at research conferences and the like where he’s dressed up very fancy and pretty. This is one of the rare instances Faba might engage with PDA. He gets very possessive if another flirts with his partner, and Colress actually enjoys that- in part because he doesn’t appreciate the attention and is relieved when a very ruffled Faba chases off whomever is bothering him, but also because he just likes when Faba makes a show of claiming him. Colress is far harder to make jealous which used to upset Faba, before Colress reassured him it’s simply because he trusts him so completely he hardly sees other people as a threat. When he does though, he gets very moody and sulky about it. He’ll generally leave whomever is flirting with Faba alone (which is rare because Faba is well, Faba) unless he decides they’re getting too friendly, or his partner seems uncomfortable. He knows his height and manner of speaking makes him intimidating to some, and he’ll shamelessly use it to his advantage in those situations.

I COULD LITERALLY KEEP GOING FOREVER but I’ll stop now before I make it way too long. Thank you for enabling me fellow shipper <3

#headcanons #researchethicshipping #colress #branch chief faba #faba pokemon

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catofadifferentcolor · 2 months

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Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood

"All we need is a cause to fight for. And for me, that cause is you."

As I’ve been reading a lot about the Crusades recently, it seemed a natural progression to try playing Assassin’s Creed for the first time since the franchise began a decade and a half ago.

It was quite the effort for me to force myself to take a break before starting Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood after finishing AC2. I wanted to know what happens next so very badly - and my first thought on starting ACB was: this doesn't disappoint.

While the mechanics remain largely the same, the graphics have once again gotten an upgrade - all of sequence 1 had me going holy shit, this is cinematic as well as wow, they're really pulling out all the hero stops. And if that somehow fails to impress, the first present day sequence had me thinking these characters have personalities for the first time since the series began. Desmond was a blank, passive slate in AC1 and only just starting to show signs of being otherwise in AC2, but here Desmond is - finally - an independent actor with just the right level of snark to make me go yeah, I actually like this guy. Lucy too seems something like other than an obvious Templar plant - a like she's actually struggling with her inevitable betrayal - and Rebecca and Shawn are more than just snark.

There's much I love about ACB: the main plot is interesting but oddly short. There are about a thousand side quests, so it's not exactly a short game, but I can't help but think incorporating at least some of them into the main storyline would have made a bit more sense. The Borgia Towers offer an interesting set of challenges, and recruiting the brotherhood is a concept I'd like to have seen more of in more detail (training missions with the Mentor? Ezio spreading his influence more slowly across Europe instead of suddenly being able to send his trainees across the world? the recruits themselves having personalities and backgrounds and motivations?) Even renovating Rome doesn't start to feel gimmicky until you're buying the Coliseum.

And yet I don't love it quite as much as AC2 - and I think it largely comes down to the fact that all of Ezio's personal grown happened in the former, with little room left in ACB for any positive, meaningful growth. We don't see Ezio struggle with the fact that his choice to leave Rodrigo alive in the Vatican lead to the destruction of his home for a second time. We don't see him struggle to be a leader to his burgeoning brotherhood, he already is one. We have peak narrative symmetry starting with a siege and ending with a siege, and yet only the first stirs the emotions - Cesare has lasted this long because he's always conveniently in the wrong place, not because he's a satisfying or interesting boss.

In short, I love older Ezio (who somehow manages to be at peak attractiveness throughout the game, going so far as to complain when someone says he should slow down because he's older; that will never not be hilarious). I just wish he had a bit more meat to work with in ACB.

It's not all unicorns and rainbows though. The number of times I accidentally called a horse instead of flicking on eagle vision or speaking to a merchant is in the thousands. The number of debilitating gut wounds Ezio has recovered from is starting to verge on comically unrealistic. The number of plot points that are touched on - why was La Volpe so willing to assume Machiavelli was the traitor with comparatively scant evidence? How does one build a brotherhood of assassins? How did Claudia learn to wield a knife in the first place? - but quickly glossed over is frustrating. I could have done with a smaller Rome and more fleshed out plot. And the bits where you have to use the apple at the end simply failed to satisfy.

Yet I love it. Not in the way I think I'll always love AC2, but it's a solid game. Short, but solid. I enjoyed playing it and would loved to have seen more, but I'm not disappointed with what we got.

(Though I was shocked by Lucy's death. Yes, she was an obvious Templar plant, but I'd like to have seen her explain herself before we reached Redemption Equals Death. I'm eager to see the fallout in ACR... but not eager enough to continue forgoing errands and chores that I've been putting off for AC2 and ACB before beginning.)

4.5 of 5 stars - definite replay value, but not the head-exploding awesome of AC2.

#aadarshinah plays #game reviews #assassin's creed brotherhood #ezio trilogy #assassin's creed #ac #acb #ac brotherhood #desmond miles #ezio auditore #video games #ubisoft

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thelighttasteslikelasagna · 1 year

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trying to set up a timeline for how I met my cosplay group, and important milestones that led us to where we are. Subject to constant updating.

Oct 21- Medic prototype cosplay is finished. Medigun backpack is a simple reused old boxy backpack. One large and two small health pickups are crafted around this date. Archimedes magnet attachment prototype has been crafted. Boyfriend plays a great role in the craftsmanship.

Oct 29, 2021 - I accidentally crash a Halloween party in my school, meant for the B&A department, and nab their first prize.

Oct 31- I meet a friend, and show off the costume. He looks at it, and says a stock Medigun could be crafted. He informs us of an upcoming event, called 'Rainbow Gala', a large event wherein most cosplayers and fanmade material are on display. The event will occur on Dec 26, a fair two months away. We initially joke but begin to discuss. I will go as Medic, our friend will go as Heavy, and my boyfriend will go as Engineer.

Nov 29- the class patches have arrived. I initially iron mine on, but it begins to wear off. At a later date, my boyfriend helps me sew my patch on.

Dec 25th- my Engineer is finished with my medigun backpack, a feat I have not been able to help with due to examinations.

December 26th- We attend the con, getting much love. Several photos are taken, and in particular, one of the first people we bump into is a Dallas cosplayer. We get a photo together. We see other cosplayers of note.

The Dallas cosplayer has a Scout friend, and he immediately alerts him to our location. However, he does not find us. At the end of the con, I check my messages from the Dallas cosplayer and find the Scout cosplayer on IG. He sends a video of himself doing the 'hey I got a bucket of chicken' bit. We exchange praises, and promise to meet up for the next con, which is set to be at the end of May. I keep in touch with the Dallas and Scout cosplayer.

In the months leading up to May, my boyfriend decides to build a sentry. He orders parts and learns how to use pearlboard and EVA foam. A prototype of the sentry is made in the last two weeks of May, a successful foam replica. While it is fragile, it has several working parts instead of being a static replica.

May 23, 2022- I print out a set of pictures, specifically, the set of pictures from Meet The Spy, depicting Red SPY and BLU Scout's mother. While we have no Spy, I plan to surprise our Scout.

May 25- the Dallas cosplayer messages me and says he will be unable to attend. Forlorn, I understand.

May 28- I attend Rainbow Gala once again, and meet Scout first by coincidence, and separate. I meet my Engineer and Heavy, and we get to work. I have brought a friend along, and she tags along with us to obtain a better perception of the cosplay world. We meet our Scout, and obtain a picture, with all four of us. We soon part ways. I meet the Dallas cosplayer, who has made a surprise appearance along with his friend, and get a few photos and videos with him.

We also meet our future Sniper and Pauling on this day, both of whom expressed a delight in seeing a TF2-related cosplay, the latter of whom expressed that she wanted to do Medic for her cosplay as well. However, at this time, we were unaware of their significance of joining.

May 28 (evening)- an IG group, called RED Spawn is made, formed by me, Engineer, Heavy and Scout, as means of a more direct line of group communication.

May 31- the Dallas cosplayer approaches our Engineer in private, saying he may consider being a BLU Spy. While he is mulling over it, he is added to the group.

Jun 5- our Sniper approaches us, and tells us she's interested in joining, as Sniper. We add her to RED Spawn.

Jun 11- in RED Spawn, our team recreates Meet The Spy. While no major cosplay event is planned, it is assumed to be a bonding activity.

Jun 17- Scout paints a revolver for Spy, deeming it a father's day gift. In return, Spy gets a bonk prop for Scout.

RED Spawn is also recreated in Discord, given its capacity for higher organization and separated channels. Henceforth, RED Spawn shall refer to the Discord server, not the IG group.

Jun 25- Our future Pauling joins RED Spawn, with the understanding that she'll be another Medic. However, later that night (Jun 26), she proposes becoming a team Pauling/Medic hybrid.

Jul 04- Planning for ACG, the next con, is underway, as a team. We decide which days we are free on, and which would be the best day to attend. The final decision is made on Day 3- 31st of July. Some of us will attend on Day 2- however, we will appear as a team on the 31st.

Up until this point, Engineer has also modified the sentry, mechanically reinforcing its joints with wood as a backbone, and programming it to make the sentry beeping noise, as well as servo motors to make it rotate its 'head'. This is made possible with a raspberry pi pico, a bluetooth module and a constant power supply.

Jul 24- RED Spawn finally has its own IG page, at mannco.hkcos, which was initially a placeholder name, but ended up sticking. The page is used to promote our presence at ACG, and post shenanigans. On this page, 'Meet the team' stories are released, depicting the cosplayers and the date of when they'll be at ACG. The individual IG page of the cosplayer behind the character is also noted.

Jul 28- Small hitch- the person that Sniper commissioned to make the rifle did not follow through, instead giving a refund. Sniper is now left to use jarate as a prop.

Jul 30- The day before the big event. Me and Engineer went and met up at the con itself, getting a few photos in with Scout. Pauling is suited up as Medic, but leaves early. The sentry itself attracts attention, and we get a few professional photos.

Jul 31- The big day. It starts off rocky, with hours of queuing but ends successfully, with several pictures, all of us getting a lavish amount of attention. The team so far, involves a Scout, Engineer, Heavy, Medic, Sniper and Spy and our Pauling. Marked as a highlight of our cosplay journey. It ends with Pauling, Scout, Engineer and I getting dinner at a nearby KFC. I pass the 'Meet the Spy' photos to our Spy, to use on Scout. While Engineer and I are en route to meet our team, we happen to bump into a Pieck and Carlo, the latter of which would be relevant to our community in due time.

Aug 1- RED Spawn Google Drive is created to store pictures from various events. Another RED Scout is also introduced into the group, as pictures of another Scout and Engineer have been released.

Aug 8- Luminous Lodge (LL01) is brought up as an option of a next con. Planned party is Scout, Engineer, Pauling and Spy. Spy, however, is forfeiting the costume in exchange for another cosplay (Walter White).

Aug 27- LL01 happens. Nothing good happens.

Sept 5- Someone looking to be a Spy messages us on our team IG, and we take them in, inviting them into the discord server. Later, he decides he's better doing a Pyro.

Sept 24- Infamous latex femboy Pyro incident.

Oct 21- A small Scream Fortress photoshoot is proposed, and later confirmed on the 26th. Planned party is Medic, Engineer, Scout, Pyro and Heavy, with Spy out of cosplay. Location changes a few times, before it is settled in West Kowloon Park.

Oct 29- Medic and Engineer do not come to the photoshoot, having fallen sick. However, the remaining three cosplayers are able to make a photoshoot. A Scream Fortress shoot is successfully finished and posted. Pyro's debut occurs.

Nov 13- HKU Cosplay Party event occurs. Medic cosplayer invites a friend from work. This is also the event debut of Pyro, who has prepared a flamethrower prop. His friend is our photographer for the event, and several photos are taken. By chance, we run into the messenger behind the Sept 23 latex femboy Pyro incident, who compliments our friend, and compares her to Pauling. By the end of the day, the aforementioned friend is invited into the team server, and is given a civilian role.

Nov 18 12:03 AM- On a Twitter post from our Scout, John Patrick Lowrie, the voice actor of the Sniper, comments on the tweet, with the encouragement of 'Great work, mates! Keep lookin!'

Dec 3- Secret Santa is proposed for the meetup on December 18th, and by the 5th, Secret Santa recipient names are distributed.

Dec 18- Youth Square event occurs, and upon meetup, Secret Santa gifts are exchanged. Aforementioned friend was supposed to come, but has fallen sick with COVID. BLU Spy makes his last appearance, alongside RED Spy, who previously appeared as Pyro. Our Heavy cosplayer has a Santa theme.

Dec 24- Rainbow Gala occurs. Heavy comes with Engineer, the latter of whom was out of cos, and the aforementioned friend in a Slytherin robe, Scout and Sniper come solo. Heavy, in spirit of the Christmas theme, along with the aforementioned friend and Engineer, purchase a sniper rifle for our Sniper, as a gift.

Dec 25- An ad is posted to hkcos_secret, looking for a Soldier and Demoman.

Dec 26- A person we have bumped into before, messages us, asking us if we need a Soldier. We accept him and send him an invite to the Discord server, which he joins, and he is henceforth referred to as Soldier.

Feb 9- An unofficial team meeting is held, as BLU Spy is about to leave HK. A team dinner is held, and a photo is recreated.

May 5- The aforementioned friend has undergone cosplay preparations and has her cosplay debut as Pauling, to attend RG with Scout and Heavy. The occasion is a success. The aforementioned friend will henceforth be referred to as Pauling.

July 12- The person met approximately a year ago, who cosplayed Carlo, joins our server as another Soldier. In a server that has gone quiet in recent months, it receives a surge of activity.

July 24- In preparation for getting into character for next week at a con appearance, Scout, Medic, Pauling, Engineer and Heavy participate in several 3 AM team building exercises which revolve around recreating Meet the Team and Expiration Date.

July 31- The team comes together once more, on Day 3 of ACG. Soldier, Engineer, Pauling, Scout, Medic and Heavy team up to show up to the con. With help from our Soldier in the nursing station, the team is able to get into the con area after a mishap. The occasion is a success with several photos. However, the motor of the sentry is fried, having been overloaded, and will require repair. Along with my existing props, my Engineer has crafted a Bonesaw for the Medic cosplayer, an easily handled prop.

Aug 3- Our second Soldier, the one who had more recently joined the team, has decided to cosplay Demo, having gleefully agreed that he has the 'strength to tank the potential racist jokes that [will] come once [he] cosplays as Demo', and will henceforth be referred to as Demo.

Aug 7- In order to accommodate recent surges in popular topics, Engineer has programmed our Spybot to count every mention of mpreg, creating a leaderboard dependent on mentions of 'mpreg'.

Aug 10- A new member joins RED Spawn, intending to cosplay Soldier. He also doubles as a childhood friend of our Scout's cosplayer.

Aug 19- Our Engineer cosplayer has crafted a Crusader's Crossbow as a birthday present, which will be a noteworthy prop in future cosplays.

#personal #should i put more of these here? maybe have a full archival documented?#just to. have something to look back on.#cos team shenanigans #yea. yea that's a good tag for it #why am i doing this? is it just affection for them?#i get VERY personal in the tags and all of you know everything about me but.#it's another thing entirely to make a personal post #perhaps i just. love my friends?#and all the joy they have brought me? and i consider that enough. for me to make a post about them documenting our creation

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"Good old-fashioned loverboy"

summary:

— Camilo has found himself smitten by a certain someone in town, the rest of the Madrigal family is willing to do everything in their power to get him and that someone together

genre:

— songfic, fluff

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish. This also takes place after Casita was rebuilt.

warning/s:

— none

He has seen you before but never did he fully take the time to really look at you. It was that Camilo realizes he made a mistake, he should've looked at you a long time ago whenever he caught your figure in the corner of his eye. You looked so heavenly. He gets ecstatic when you smile, his heart flutters when he hears you laugh. Your existence just had him high and head over heels in love with you.

Though Camilo was hopelessly stuck admiring you from afar. He'll let out a heavy sigh with a sad smile upon his lips, wishing he part of your world. Of course, he thought about saying hello to you but when he got at least a meter away from you, his body began to convulse with utter nervousness. He thought he was the most confident in the Madrigal family, yet here you are turning him to the exact opposite without even trying. He was terrified of saying something wrong or accidentally causing something that you'll find distasteful and will drive you further away. His heart couldn't handle it.

Camilo sighs for the nth time, his chin resting on the palm of his hand as he gazed out of the window. He watched you play with the children, it was endearing. He even thought about shapeshifting into one of the kids and blending in if it means getting close to you, then he chickened out, thinking he'll screw up and you'll find out it was him then you'll say something that will shatter him and-

"Dios mio, hermano, when will you stop ogling [Name]?"

Camilo chokes on his spit the turns to see Dolores and his cousins. Dolores had her arms crossed, looking unpleased, the others looked equally the same. His flustered face was replaced with a roll of his eyes.

"Cállate, my fascination for them is none of your business"

He tells them. Isabela scoffs, annoyed by her primo's reply.

"You're such a cobarde, Camilo"

Isabela says. His face turns sour at the insult. He turns to look at her and sticks out his tongue at her. Camilo gets back to admiring you by the windowsill, you were telling stories to the children with a glimmer in your eyes. He hears you laughing and his heart simply flutters. It was disgustingly obvious that he was lovestruck with you, and it was annoying the majority of the Madrigals.

"Come on, primo. When are you planning to confess?"

Maribel groans. But she was ignored by Camilo who was busy enjoying the sight of you from afar. He looked beyond smitten, if it was possible, there were hearts in his eyes and it's driving the rest of the grandchildren insane.

"¡Esto es tan molesto! We have to do something about this"

Dolores exclaims. And like the big-brained older sister that she was, an idea pops in her head. She tells the others to acquire help from their parents. Basically, they were going to set you and Camilo up in hopes it would make him confess. The others cheered and immediately started discussing the parts of the plan until they scattered away to begin.

As Camilo woke up, he sensed something different. He couldn't point his finger at what was wrong so he decided to shrug it off. After he got dressed, he exits his room and was suddenly greeted by his mother who had an enormous rainbow over her head.

"¡Buenos dias hijo mio!"

Pepa smiles then reach out to plant a kiss on his cheek. Camilo giggles at the sudden affection.

"Buenos dias, mamá. You're in a pleasant mood today, what's up?"

He asks his mother, she only replies with a soft chuckle as she gently caressed her son's hair.

"Ah, look at you, mi niño precioso, all grown up!"

Camilo raised a brow at the immediate but small raincloud above her hair, raindrops were falling slowly as tears form in the corner of Pepa's eyes. He was so confused as to why his mother was suddenly sentimental, not that he minded. Pepa sniffs and wipes her tears before they could fall.

"Let's get down and eat some breakfast"

She says and all of a sudden her raincloud disappears, a burst of rainbows spawned above her head as Camilo follows his mother downstairs. When they entered the kitchen, Félix grins at his son and approaches him.

"¡Ahí está mi chico! How are you feeling?"

Weirdly enough his father is being affectionate like his mother, Camilo furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm fine, papá..."

Félix pats him on the back. Camilo shakes his head at him, his tía Julieta's smile seemed bigger than usual as she serves him his favorite breakfast. His eyes light up as he begins to eat, Julieta gives him a pat on the head but he paid it no mind. After breakfast, he starts to prepare for his chores for today when Abuela halts him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Camilo, I see that you've been working hard this week"

"Sí, Abuela"

"Why don't you take a break today, mi nieto"

Abuela smiles at him. Camilo was aware of how his grandmother has been practicing being less strict and it's been paying off yet he was shocked by this.

"¿Pero por qué? Today is Wednesday, and we all take breaks on Saturday"

Camilo hears Abuela chuckling softly and it gives him an odd filling in his gut.

"I believe you deserve a break so why don't you relax for today, Camilo?"

He was about to protest but Abuela leaves him, he stands for a few seconds, still processing what just happened, and then shrugs. Camilo supposes that he'll relax for today, after all, who is he to deny a break for the entire day? He was about to go chill in his room when his little brother come rushing to him, his face full of panic.

"Camilo, Camilo!"

"Woah, there, slow down hombrecito, what's wrong?"

He leans down and gives Antonio a concerned look.

"Tío Agustín got into an accident, one of the pelicans told me! Can you go get him, I'm worried"

Antonio insists, he sighs.

"Ay, alright. I'll bring him home for tía Julieta"

Camilo ruffles Antonio's hair and heads outside. He takes the path to town, his eyes scan around for his accident-prone tío. He makes his way to the town's square and he still hasn't found his tío Agustín, he takes a rest for a second when Antonio's pelicans show up. They squawk at him then began leading him somewhere. Bewildered, Camilo lets the pelicans take him to the fountain in the center of the entire square. The pelicans abruptly fly away and leave him scratching his head.

"What the hell was that?"

He muttered but then turns around, he bumps into somebody, his eyes meet with the color of [Eye Color]. Air gets knocked out of his lungs, a scream gets stuck in his throat and his blood turns cold. It was you.

"Oh sorry! I didn't see you there, Camilo"

Dios mio, his name coming from your lips sounds breathtaking

"I..uh...sorry"

Camilo stutters. He momentarily looks away from you and to his horror, saw his cousins and siblings a few feet behind you, giving him a thumbs up. It all comes crumbling down to him. Why his mother and father were awfully cheerful and why Antonio being insistent on fetching his tío Agustín when he wasn't even in an accident! He was being set up! Camilo sends a glare at them but his frustration melts away when you set your hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay, Camilo?"

You ask. Camilo felt pathetic because he couldn't say a single thing, mierda this is the time where he should make an impression! Oh no, it's over. You're going to think he's a fool and it will ruin the chance for him to get to know you or tell you how he feels and-wait why does he hear a piano playing?

Camilo finds his tío Agustín, injury-free, and playing the piano. Dolores shows up beside his tío, his eyes watched her with sheer puzzlement.

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things, we can do the tango just for two"

His sister begins. Isabela makes an appearance and it only made it harder for Camilo to process what the fuck is happening.

"I can serenade and gently play on your heartstrings. Be your Valentino just for you"

Isabela sings. Within a second, the rest of his cousins and his sibling pop up beside the piano, also drawing the attention of the townsfolk.

"Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy"

They sing in unison. Camilo turns to see your reaction, you were pleasantly surprised by the sudden singing.

"What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?"

Dolores refers to Camilo, her eyes beckoning him to make a move but he's still in a state of shock. Unable to say if all of this was a good idea.

"Set my alarm, turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy"

His sister continues, still encouraging him. Camilo has never felt embarrassed and nervous in his entire life, the only thing saving him is your smile while watching his family sing.

"Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat"

Dolores makes her way towards the two of you, the rest except Agustín followed behind her.

"Grow faster, faster"

They sang in a chorus. You watched in awe as the Madrigals surround you both.

"Ooh, ooh"

"Can you feel my love heat?"

Isabela smiles at you then quickly looks at Camilo in the eye firmly, it's her saying for him to snap out of it and make a move.

"Ooh, ooh"

"Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love"

Mirabel grinned as she sang, you got distracted by the Madrigals singing that you almost forget about Camilo who's having an existential crisis.

"And tell me how do you feel right after all"

Mirabel continues to keep you distracted, Isabela swiftly hands a banquet of flowers to Camilo. She gives him a smack on the back then points at you, he realizes that this was his chance to impress. He straightens up his back and lets his inner performer take in.

"I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Say the word, your wish is my command"

The moment Camilo sings, you turn your head and look at him with astonishment then he slyly gifts you the banquet of flowers and watches your face grow pink.

"Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy"

They sing and he pretends that he wasn't scared shitless earlier. Camilo gives you a smirk and you turn your head away, shyly.

"What're you doin' tonight"

His melodious voice continues.

"hey, boy?"

"Write my letter. Feel much better. And use my fancy patter on the telephone"

Camilo sang with dramatics as you laugh at his performance. The music turns a bit quieter, he takes out his hand for you and you take it. He leads you towards the piano, you watch him climb and stand on top of the instrument, further escalating the dramatic effect.

"When I'm not with you. Think of you always"

Your eyes glimmered when Camilo looked at you tenderly, you listen to him singing from the bottom of his heart and it made your heart skip a beat.

"I miss those long hot summer nights"

"I miss you"

His voice stands out from the chorus of his family. You were the center of the town's attention yet the only thing you can pay attention to is Camilo. You grip the flowers on your hands tighter.

"When I'm not with you. Think of me always"

"Think of me always"

Camilo places a hand on his chest while he sang, ignoring his nervousness returning. You literally melt by the sight of his eyes on you.

"Love you, Love you"

Your eyes go wide by this. Dios mio, was he confessing to you? Of course, he must be since he's only looking at you! You felt fuzzy as your face felt hotter by each second he keeps serenading you.

"Hey, boy, where do you get it from? Hey, boy, where did you go?"

The rest of the Madrigals sang. Camilo jumps off of the piano the lands smoothly in front of you, his charming smile reached from ear to ear.

"I learned my passion. In the good old-fashioned school of loverboys"

His voice sounded so serene, it feel as though you were dreaming. Suddenly, a guitar solo breaks in. Camilo looks and he was baffled to find his tío Bruno absolutely shredding it, he laughed then set his eyes on you as he twirls you around. The remaining of the Madrigals join the others by the town square. Pepa and Félix were joyous to find their plan working. Julieta watched her husband playing the piano and smiled at her sobrino. Abuela was pleased to find Camilo with you and have the time of his life.

"Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine"

Camilo starts as he held your hand and dances with you.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock-"

"Precisely"

You gasp when his face and yours become inches apart, your heart hammered in your chest at the thought of kissing him.

"I will pay the bill, you taste the wine"

The boy teased you with a smirk when he pulled away as he spun you around.

"Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely"

You were hoping that this was all not a hoax and it was real. Camilo Madrigal is serenading you! You had to be the luckiest considering you caught his attention out of all people.

"Just take me back to yours that will be fine"

Camilo stops to look at you as he sang the verse, sincerely meaning every word.

"Come on and get it"

Félix cheered for his son. Camilo secretly rolled his eyes at his papá then began dancing with you.

"Ooh, love"

"There he goes again"

Dolores added, watching her younger brother enjoying his life with you. She can't believe that she finally waited for this moment.

"He's my good old fashioned loverboy"

Pepa sang along, her rainbows and good mood affecting the entire town as the citizens watched with pure joy.

"Ooh, loverboy"

The Madrigals sang at the same time, the music becoming louder.

"What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?"

Isabela teased Camilo with the verse and with a flick of her wrist, a few exotic and beautiful flowers surrounded you two as you danced.

"Everything's all right. Just hold on tight. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned..."

He sings to you, and then and there you confirmed that you're absolutely falling for him

"Fashioned, fashioned"

The Madrigals followed, Camilo could no longer feel nervous when you looked at him with the brightest smile and shine in your eyes.

"Loverboy"

Camilo finishes as the music ends. The entire town claps and whistles at the entire performance, he bows at them and waves. While the cheering died down and the citizens went back to whatever they were doing. Camilo approaches you and ran a hand through his curls. His family watched him with anticipation.

"Hey, [Name]..."

"Oh my god, you were so amazing out there Camilo! I was starstruck and-"

You rambled and threw your hands around, praising him for his impromptu performance. Camilo couldn't be more in love with you.

"Thank you, [Name]"

"Oh and I was wondering if you wanna, you know, go out sometime?"

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you asked, his face becomes red as a huge smile appears on his lips. You were asking him out!

"Of course!"

"Great! Well, I guess I'll see you around, loverboy"

You winked at him then walk away. Camilo basically jumped in the air and celebrated what just happened, he couldn't prevent the amount of happiness he felt. Oh! And he made sure to thank his entire family after.

masterlist

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etherrreal · 3 years

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“the things you do for charity”

Pairing: kenma x gn!reader Genre: fluff Summary: kenma's always been a private person, but it was getting increasingly harder to keep his partner off his streams while you live together; so, he decided to join his two loves together for a 24-hour charity stream extravaganza. Word Count: 3,408 Warnings: some swearing, i suppose there are some spoilers from the manga about adult kenma's job? A/N: i'd give my left tit to play some minecraft or mario kart with kenma tbh -Luna

Kenma's career as a popular streamer was one of the many facets of him that shocked you when you’d started dating two years ago. The two of you had first met in an Animal Crossing discord for your city meant for trading and making friends.

After you had gone over to his island to adopt Raymond from him, he let you keep all of your Nook Mile Tickets with the stipulation that you kept in contact with him to "give him updates" about how the cat villager was doing in his new home. His dorky way of trying to flirt with you was what made you pursue him in the first place, and somehow it had led to a very fulfilling relationship.

It was revealed early on that he was a streamer, but he never expanded on it regarding the actual numbers. Curiosity got the best of you one night, and you decided to google him. Besides also learning that he was a YouTuber, you found yourself in awe at the numbers he managed to accumulate across all of his social media.

And if that wasn’t enough, he was also apparently the CEO of his own business.

Once you moved in together around the one-year mark of your relationship, you got to properly witness the amount of work put into streaming and maintaining a social media presence. This also meant that you got to read the wild comments that were left on all of his platforms–and see the occasional surprise nude picture whenever he opened up his DMs around you.

Because of this, Kenma sat you down to have a conversation about your potential appearance on his social media. You both decided by the end of it that his audience would get to know that he was in a committed relationship, but you agreed it would be best to not show your face or reveal any identifying information of yours.

It had been a year since having that conversation, and you’d both stuck to the agreement closely. The most his audience had ever seen of you was your hand whenever you refilled his water bottle for him.

Of course, it was hard sometimes, especially when you had to remain extra quiet around the house and refrain from yelling out a 'baaaabe' whenever you needed something from him, but since he had his own soundproof office, it lessened the room for any accidental error.

Overall, you were content with never showing your face to his audience for the rest of his career. You knew how nasty the internet could get because of their parasocial relationships with influencers and streamers alike, especially when they discovered those influencers and streamers had a partner who wasn't them, even if they knew they never had a chance. You weren't sure your skin was thick enough to deal with rabid angry stans.

Which is why it was so shocking when Kenma decided one day to nix the agreement.

You were in your shared bedroom answering some emails when he came in. He was dressed in a baggy hoodie, sweats, and tied-up hair; his typical look for a stream.

After some time, you noticed that he was still standing in the doorway, not saying anything. When you glanced up at him, you found him awkwardly toying with the strands of hair that had fallen out of his bun, looking down at the ground like he was just waiting for you to notice him.

"Is there something you need, baby?" you asked. "You're just standing there all adorably shy."

"Yeah, so, um, I'm going to be doing a 24-hour stream this weekend to raise money for charity."

"Oh, really? Cool! I guess that means I'll be going to bed alone that night," you joked.

"Yeah, I guess. Um..." He started before scrunching up his face like he was uncomfortable with what he planned to say next.

"What is it? Do you need me to stock up on snacks and energy drinks? Just send me a list. I can pick them up tomorrow."

"No, that's not it. I was thinking of making a stretch goal be you coming on stream so we can play Minecraft or Mario Kart or something...I mean, I totally understand if you don't feel comfortable. I could always replace it with something else. I know they've been wanting to see me dye my hair a bright color and dress up like an e-boy, so--"

"Really!?" you nearly yelled.

"What? That they want me to dress like an e-boy? Yeah, Kuroo said it would–"

"No, I mean..." You tried to fight the confused expression that was growing on your face, but your squinted eyes gave you away. "You really want me on your stream? Like face and all?"

"....Yeah, I really want to be able to share this with you. But don't feel like you have to do it just to make me happy."

It was a large ask when looking at the full picture. Kenma had his fair share of fans and "stans" who lacked boundaries, as seen from a select few who visited your home several times this year, or the handful that found you on social media already just from seeing a glimpse of your college ring on the hand wrapped around Kenma's water bottle.

There could be a chance you could receive direct hate on your social media just because you were a person who dated a popular streamer. You would then be in the public eye with little privacy and have a magnifying glass on all of your actions and words. Anything you did would then reflect on Kenma.

What if you messed something up and then Kenma lost viewers? Would they try to cancel you or him for it?

You backed away from all the negative thoughts before you could spiral and looked at the metaphorical 'pro' column.

If you agreed to appear on his stream, you would no longer have to sneak around your house in fear of being heard or showing up in his face cam. You both wouldn't have to feel guilty playing games off-camera with each other because you knew Kenma could be streaming it instead.

And who knew? Maybe his fans would like you. You had to admit, it would be a nice ego boost knowing that you were accepted by so many people.

And, most importantly: you could physically ask him in person what he wanted for dinner instead of texting him and waiting an hour for a break so he could respond, while you sat in the next room, starving, stuck in an endless cycle of wondering whether you should make a snack or if you should just hold off for dinner.

Maybe this was a good idea.

"Okay,” you decided, “I'll do it."

"Oh... alright. Cool." Kenma was trying his hardest not to show how excited he was that you agreed. When he saw the contemplative look on your face, he was sure you would decide that it'd just be too much work and say no. But hearing you agree made him giddier than he would ever admit to.

Despite the cool and collected façade he thought he was putting on, you saw the smile that threatened to break through and the red tips of his ears. You wondered if he felt the same weight being lifted off his shoulders as you did, knowing that, after this weekend, you'd both be finally out as an official couple to the world.

And, of course, the nausea of having to do all of it live in front of thousands of people. No biggie.

Saturday afternoon came and at 12pm sharp, Kenma began his grueling 24-hour charity stream. The bar had an overall goal of $150,000, and it began filling up at a constant pace right from the start. Donations ranging from $5 to $500 were flowing in rapidly, and you were trying your best not to feel nervous.

You both agreed that if he reached $50,000 within 5 hours, you would join him for an hour or two of Minecraft later that night. Part of you hoped that the donations would slow down and plateau for a bit, but when you saw Kuroo had donated $1000, specifically with the message that he hoped to see you on stream soon, you realized that it was a pipe dream.

So, you had to be your own hype person for now, to get prepared to show your face to thousands of people and not disappoint Kenma.

Whether it was the promise of your face reveal or the people who genuinely adored charity, it took only four hours for Kenma to break $50,000.

When he saw the number update live on stream, the viewers witnessed the most amount of expression Kenma had ever shown: eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape, body frozen. You could see the gears struggling inside his head struggling to turn and comprehend what they all managed to do so early on in the stream.

"Thanks so much, everyone, for being so generous today... I guess this means we'll be having my partner on later tonight," he announced. You watched his chat explode with excitement, his special emotes flying in the chat.

You picked up your phone to shoot Kenma a quick text.

[you]:: hope you're ready to put our minecraft beds together in front of thousands of people 😏

Unsurprisingly, he left you on read. But dating him for this long meant you weren't even a little bit afraid of double or triple texting.

[you]:: maybe we can kiss under the light of an exploding creeper 😫

[you]:: or have a romantic walk through our rainbow sheep while a phantom looms overhead 🥰

It was after the third text when you finally saw him pick up his phone to text you back. You eagerly awaited his response, only to cackle when you read it.

[my sugar daddy]:: im going to replace you with hinata as my partner if you dont stop

Instead of annoying him any further, you set your phone to charge on your nightstand and went into the bathroom to get ready for the stream later.

Once you emerged, you picked up your phone to check the percentage and noticed a text from Kenma stating that he'd have you on at 8pm. You decided to spend the time until then cooking up some dinner for the both of you.

It seemed like time flew by because by the time you were done eating your food, it was 7:45pm. Only fifteen more minutes before you were live in front of all of Kenma's supporters. You refilled your water bottle and sat on the couch, staring at the blank T.V. as you practically dissociated from reality until Kenma came out of his office to retrieve you.

You noticed that he looked just as nervous as you did, despite his face not showing it the way yours did. His shoulders were up to his ears with tension, and his hoodie drawstring was pulled almost all the way through due to him fiddling with it.

He turned briefly to you after he brought you into his office, gesturing to make sure you knew to wait until he gave you the cue. He sat down, unmuted himself, and took down the 'away' screen he had for his audience.

This was it. Everything was going to change in literally ten seconds.

"Well, everyone...please welcome my partner, (Y/N)."

You walked cautiously around his large gaming chair and sat next to him in your modest desk chair that he had rolled into the room for the occasion.

Okay, you thought to yourself, now don't fuck this up.

"Hi, everyone."

Nailed it.

There was a painful moment of silence before the stream finally caught up, and you both heaved a sigh of relief when you saw nothing but declarations of excitement. Amongst the 'AHHHs' and spam of emotes were sweet comments about your appearance and how cute you two looked as a couple. You peeked over at Kenma and saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, elated to know that he was just as relieved as you were.

"Okay, let's start with the gameplay while we answer some questions," he said.

The questions and gameplay started out mild; when did you both start dating, how did you meet, who asked the other out first. They even asked a few simple questions about you specifically, like your favorite anime and your star sign. And while you did see a few bans in the chat after some inappropriate questions –no, you will not tell them the color of your underwear– most were easy and simple enough to answer.

Then they started to get a bit spicier.

"Bokutoslefttit donated $69.69 and asked, 'what is your main pet peeve with Kenma?'" he read, muttering a 'wow' under his breath at the username.

"Ooh, how can I be polite when exposing you?" you pondered while beating a cow to death with your sword. "It's probably how loud he gets whenever he's playing games with his good headphones on."

"I don't get loud," he defended.

"Oh yeah, you do. I've had to come in here several times to tell you to shut up like I'm your mother. I did it literally two days ago when you were playing with Lev."

"... Next question."

You rolled your eyes at his lack of comment but glanced over at the chat to pull up a new question. You stifled a laugh when you read, "Girlboss420 asked 'who has a fatter ass, Kuroo or (Y/N)?'"

"I'm not answering that."

"Come oooon, this is a Q&A. Can't have the Q’s without the A’s."

"Nope."

You were about to start reprimanding him for implying that Kuroo's ass was fatter than yours when you noticed he ran past you with a group of pillagers following closely behind. You turned to head into the house but when you opened the door, you noticed it was blocked off by obsidian.

"You are the absolute worst!" you exclaimed.

You made a break for it, sprinting past the shooting pillagers and around to the front of the house. You made it inside with only 2 hearts to spare. You turned, in real life, to Kenma to see him tight-lipped to avoid smiling about his betrayal.

"I'm moving my bed downstairs for the rest of the stream."

You both carried on with the stream without another incident, turning to the chat every now and again to answer some questions. Kenma even apologized to you by bringing home a horse that was named "I'm sorry."

It was about an hour and a half after you sat down when Kenma decided that he needed a bathroom break. Your heart fell to your ass when you realized that you'd be all alone to entertain his chat. You considered saying that you needed to pee as well, if it meant not having the spotlight on you.

Instead, when he got up to pee, you smiled and asked him to bring you back a snack and a refill. Oh, how the turns have tabled.

In the meantime, you decided to scroll through the chat and some of the donations to pick out another question to answer since Kenma was gone. You were initially looking for a funny or vulgar comment when you saw one that had a completely different vibe.

"Kermithateblog donated $25.00 and asked, 'what's your favorite part about being with Kenma?' Wow, that's a really sweet question. Let me think for a moment."

You paused to reflect on your relationship with Kenma over the two years you’d been together. You'd had your fair share of highs and lows like any other couple, but, in the end, you both learned how to work things out so you were both equally as happy in the relationship.

"So, as you guys know, he's a busy boy with streaming, creating content for YouTube, and also being a CEO of his own company, which all takes up the majority of his time," you began. "But when he finally can shut off his screens and crawls into bed late at night, I know that he's 100% there with me at that moment. He is able to give me his undivided attention and make me feel like his love for me comes above his love for gaming."

You gave a pause, trying not to get too emotional. You rarely got the chance to gush about Kenma because you knew how much he hated having attention on him, so if this was going to be your only opportunity to do so for a while, then you were going to take it.

"What y'all don't know is that he is the biggest baby when it comes to cuddling," you laughed. "He is absolutely the little spoon most of the time, and he loves when I stroke his hair and love on him all night. In a weird way, it makes me feel special and loved knowing that he trusts me enough to be vulnerable with me. I cherish the amount of time we have together because of that."

What you didn't know was that he had come back from refilling your water bottle rather quickly and stood outside the doorway to hear your speech. His heart almost burst when he heard your tender words describing how he made you feel. He knew that you rarely got to hear how much those quiet moments at night meant to him because he was guarded with his feelings.

Which is why he started into the room on a mission.

You smiled as soon as you saw him. "Welcome back, babe, we were just talking about--"

He approached you swiftly and leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hardly even got to bask in the moment before he was pulling away, setting down your water bottle as he sat back down with his controller in hand like he didn't just expose to his audience how much of a softy he really was.

It was in that moment when you realized how glad you were that you’d decided to appear on stream because you'd be able to look back at that clip over and over again to relive the intimate moment.

Noon on Sunday came at last. Kenma would finally be free from the prison of his office. Not to mention he could finally get off his ass and stretch.

Between your official appearance on stream and the sign-off, you popped in a few more times to say hello to the chat when you brought him some snacks and drinks. You stayed up through most of the night, although you accidentally napped for a few hours during the dead of night which gave you a little boost in energy.

In the end, the stream was a monumental success. Kenma had even managed to blow past his goal of $150k and make it to over $200k, which meant that he'd be getting the full e-body makeover for his next week of streams.

By the time Kenma came into your bedroom after freshening up and having a small snack, you were already dead asleep with your laptop propped open to show his now offline stream.

He tip-toed around the bed quietly, closed your laptop, pulled the covers up and over your curled-up body, and slipped in himself. As he settled, he felt you shift and grab at his worn t-shirt, opening your eyes slightly just to confirm that it's him.

He pulled you against his chest tightly, his body finally able to relax. He was sure it wouldn't be too long before he completely fell out.

"That was more fun than I thought it'd be," he heard you utter quietly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." His fingers gently danced across your shoulder blades as you mushed your face into his clean shirt. "I can't believe we raised so much today so quickly."

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You worked so hard on this."

"I also donated $2000 anonymously to speed up the process," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head in hopes to lessen the blow of his secret.

It was quiet for a moment, and he wondered if he’d genuinely pissed you off before he felt the vibrations from your laugh against his chest.

"...I can't wait to ruin your hair, e-boy."

Written by: Luna

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Totally and Completely in Love {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: I’m extremely proud of this. I’ve worked on it for two weeks and just really love it. I think it’s actually my favorite thing I’ve ever written, so it would mean so much to me if you guys let me know what you think of it.

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Hey! Can I request a Legolas x (human)reader where the reader is on the quest with the fellowship and she gets a really bad fever along the way (my idea was she passes out and Legolas carries her and takes care of her - but that's just an idea, you can make it any way you wish!) and while she's in fever shaking and high temperature she accidentally admits her feelings for Legolas not even knowing what she says cause she's so very ill. With lots of fluff along the way - fluff in your fics is just amazing 🥺 OH AND plus Aragorn who's shipping them the whole time like he always does! I was thinking about this for a long time and I just had to request it! Thank you so so so sooo muchh ❤️❤️❤️ Lots of love!

Word Count: 4, 318 ....oops. My bad.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: You catch a cold and Legolas takes care of you.

Warnings: Swears, sickness/fever

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Totally and Completely in Love

You dove under the water, probing with your hands until you hit what you thought was an ankle. Yanking it, you felt the person attached stumble and join you under the water. You came up for air, laughing to see Merry spluttering as he recovered from his sudden dunking.

Leaving Rivendell some days previously, you had been excited for the journey and adventure you were about to embark on. Now, though, you were starting to feel a little worse for wear. After spotting the small waterfall and pool it flowed into, you and the hobbits had begged Aragorn to stop early for the day, desperate to wash up. After a lot of begging, he had finally agreed, and here you were.

Aragorn had wanted to get a more thorough grasp of the terrain if you were to be camping here, and Legolas and Gimli had volunteered to join him. Aragorn had rolled his eyes, knowing that he would spend a lot of time breaking up arguments and friendly competitions between the two, but they left. (You fondly recalled the time when, after a long day of walking, the two had started a competition to find the most firewood. It had ended with them having a tug-of-war with a large log while the rest of the group rolled around laughing at them, which doubled when Aragorn chopped the log in half, causing them each to fall back on their asses.) While they scouted, Sam got a fire going, and Boromir and Gandalf did who knows what, you and the other three hobbits had decided to go wash your clothes. Merry and Pippin had quickly started a fight, however, and upon seeing them in the pool with the mist spraying into the air, creating rainbows, you had stripped down to your underthings and joined them, determined to win, while Frodo looked on and called out advice from a nearby rock. It was freezing, uncomfortably so, but it was worth it to be able to feel even a little bit clean again.

“Nice one, Y/N!” he cried out now, nodding his approval as you dunked Pippin. You ignored the fact that as a human, you had a size advantage over the small hobbits, and proceeded to do a victory lap in the water.

Swimming around, you admired the natural beauty that you had somehow stumbled upon. Small cliffs rose around you, about the height of a small oak tree, sheltering the little lagoon. The waterfall cascaded down the rocks into the pool of shimmering blue water, which filtered out between a small gap in the rocks, forming a river. The green leaves of the trees were reflected in the water, giving it a teal tint, and the sun made the grains in the rocks sparkle. All of this gave the small area a truly ethereal look.

You were suddenly startled from your reverie by two hobbit-sized shapes crashing into you from above. While you had been admiring the scenery, Merry and Pippin had climbed onto the rocks to ambush you. Forcing your head underwater, they giggled as you came back up, gasping. Their amusement quickly turned to fear as you turned to them with a devilish glint in your eyes. You tackled them and smirked as their faces turned to twin looks of outrage. “What was that for?”

“You guys jumped me! I did what I had to do.” You leaned back in the water, very pleased with yourself as you heard a stifled chuckle from the nearby rocks.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you, Frodo?” Pippin was advancing on him now, looking comically angry. Merry grabbed him and whispered something in his ear that you couldn’t quite hear. Pippin nodded, his face turning serious.

“We should go back to the campsite, see if there’s any food.” Merry was now climbing onto the shore and tucking his shirt into his wet trousers.

“You just want to steal some of Sam’s stew before everyone else!” Pippin elbowed him. “And what if I do?” Merry set off running towards the campsite, Pippin following him with a curse and a shout of, “Now he’ll eat it all and there’ll be none left for me!”

You made your way onto the shore a bit more sedately. Once out of the water, you began shivering and hastened to get redressed. Frodo had looked away, blushing, when you climbed out of the water, and you teased him. “C’mon Frodo, everything important is covered!”

This was true, you had kept your wrappings over your chest on, as well as your other undergarments. “Still,” the hobbit kept his eyes averted as you tugged your tunic over your head, lacing it as you spoke, “it’s not proper.” You shook your head at him in pretend exasperation. “I’m decent, let us go see if Merry really did eat all the stew.”

Sitting around the fire with your companions, you would have been quite content had you still not been so cold. Sam’s stew had warmed you for a little while, but now you were hunched over in your still-damp clothes, shivering. “Are you all right, Y/N?” Legolas looked down at you from his perch on the log next to you, concern in his eyes. “Yes,” you nodded, teeth chattering. “Just cold.”

“Well, maybe Legolas could warm you up?” Aragorn winked at you.

“No!” you cried, and then leaned over and punched Aragorn’s arm.

“Ow! What was that for?” he exclaimed, but you just sat back, pleased with yourself, yet still shivering.

Legolas looked uncertain for a second, then wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his warmth. You unconsciously pressed closer against him, drawn to the heat emanating from his body. As you did, he stiffened. He then jumped up, leaving you sitting there, confused as he made his way over to his pack. Grabbing something, he came back over and held it out to you.

“You’re freezing because your clothing is soaked!” He informed you and the group of this. “Yes, Legolas, I know. I’m the one wearing the soaked clothes.” You attempted to say this deadpan, but it was ruined by the clicking sound of your teeth chattering.

“Well, I was thinking- I don’t have pants that’ll fit you, but you can wear my tunic.” He blushed. “It might be a little large, but at least it’s dry.”

“Oh, no Legolas, I’m fine, really.” You didn’t want him to notice how you were nervously playing with your hair, something you always did when embarrassed.

“Really, Y/N. Take it.” He shook it at you, and, sighing, you stood and grabbed it out of his hand. “Thank you, Legolas.” You made your way to the edge of the campsite, grabbing a new set of wrappings for your breasts before disappearing into the forest to change.

Behind a tree, you lifted the damp tunic over your head and rewrapped your chest with practiced ease. You then pulled Legolas’ soft tunic on. It was rather large on you, falling a little lower on your legs than yours usually did. It hit your waist at a nice angle, however, accentuating it nicely. The real issue was the neckline. It had no laces and was much deeper than you usually wore, exposing a lot more skin than you were used to. After unsuccessfully trying to close the v-neck in some way, you gave up and just prayed no one would look too closely.

Walking back into the campsite, you draped your wet tunic over your pack, hoping it would dry overnight.

“I feel much warmer now, thank you.” You sat back down on the log next to Legolas. His eyes drifted across your body, taking in the sight of you in his clothes. “It looks good on you.” He blushed, and you tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear, feeling rather pleased by the compliment.

“Hey, lovebirds!” came a shout from across the fire. Boromir was sitting with Merry and Pippin and was unwrapping something encased in leaves. You quickly scooched apart from Legolas, fidgeting, and craned your neck to see what Boromir had.

“What is that?” Legolas was just as curious, and just as embarrassed.

“While you were all off doing stuff earlier, I went and gathered some berries!” Boromir finished unwrapping them and held them up triumphantly. You could see strawberries and blueberries spilling out onto the leaves, and licked your lips in anticipation. After taking a few, Boromir passed the pouch around the fire, and everyone took a couple. You bit into a strawberry, savoring the sweetness.

“These are delicious, thank you, Boromir.” Aragorn was trying to speak around a mouthful of blueberries, which just caused the blue juice to run down his chin. Soon, you were all giggling at each other devouring the fruit, not caring if any got on your faces. Even Gandalf had a streak of blue running into his long grey beard, a fact that amused Pippin greatly. Finished, you leaned back with a sigh, patting your stomach with satisfaction.

“Thank you, Boromir. Truly, they were a wonderful treat.”

“Happy to, Y/N!” And indeed he did look pleased to see everyone enjoying something he had done for them.

You made your way down to the waterfall, this time accompanied by the whole Fellowship except Gandalf, who had stayed behind to tend the fire. You all splashed water on your faces to clean them of the sticky berry residue. You were careful to just get your face wet, not wanting to dampen Legolas’ tunic, but even with just your face you still got really cold again. Shivering, you turned and walked back to the campsite, admiring the stars shining above the foliage.

Reaching the campsite, you walked over to your bedroll and dragged it closer to the fire. Not so close that people would be worried, but close enough that you could hopefully soak up the meager warmth as the flames dwindled into embers overnight. You climbed in under your blanket and curled up in a ball to preserve as much body heat as possible. Lulled by the crackling of the fire and the soft murmurs of your friends getting ready for the night, you drifted off to sleep, grateful that you weren’t on the watch list that night.

“Y/N. Wake up, it’s time to go.” You were shaken awake the next morning by Legolas, who smiled at you fondly before moving on to help pack up. Stretching, you sat up and immediately recoiled. Your head hurt. And you were cold. And also somehow hot. And you felt a tad bit woozy. But you were fine, you didn’t want to hold up the journey, so you gathered the courage and emerged from your bedding, rolling it up and packing it away as you hissed in discomfort.

Walking across the campsite, your arm was grabbed by Aragorn, who pulled you off to the side. “Are you ok? You look out of sorts.” It was true, you were shaking a little bit with chills, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, I’m completely fine, Aragorn. Don’t worry about me!” You faked a smile in an attempt to prove that you were, as you said, fine. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you shouldered your pack and set off behind Boromir.

As the day went on, you felt fainter and fainter. One second you would feel like you were a furnace, the next you thought you’d never be warm again. It was taking all your energy to focus on simply putting one foot in front of the other, but you kept going, determined not to be the cause of any delays.

After you had stopped for lunch, Legolas drifted to the back of the group to walk with you. Noticing your shakiness earlier, he had decided to check on you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” His gaze met yours, and the touching concern in his eyes almost made you stumble, although to be fair anything could have made you stumble, you were so tired at this point.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? Seriously, Legolas, I’m fi-” Your body finally gave up on you, and you passed out. The elf was not expecting this and tried to catch you as you fell, succeeding only in slowing you down so that you hit the ground gently, cradled in his arms. Feeling your forehead, he sucked in a breath of shock.

“She’s burning up.” He informed the rest of the Fellowship, who were all gathered around the two of you like a bunch of concerned mother hens.

“We cannot stop yet.” Aragorn looked worried.

“I will carry Y/N until we camp for the night.” Boromir volunteered. Had you been conscious, you would have protested being carried at all. You wouldn’t have cared who you were carried by. But someone else did.

“No, Boromir. I’ll carry her.” With this Legolas scooped you into his arms, startling Boromir with his determination. Aragorn just smirked. “Let us continue, then.” And they set off, you in Legolas’ arms, head resting against his chest.

Legolas heard Pippin softly asking Aragorn questions as they moved. “I don’t understand, why did Y/N catch a cold but we did not?”

“Hobbits are hardier folk than us humans. You can withstand much harsher conditions. It is why I did not join you in the water, and I have elvish blood, so it would not have been as bad for me as it is for Y/N.” The elf secretly did not know much about humans and their sicknesses, so he found this explanation rather helpful.

Legolas kept looking down at you, marveling at how, even sick, you looked so peaceful. You wore a faint smile as if you were having a pleasant dream.

“Legolas?” You whispered, squirming in his arms. He jolted at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth.

“Y/N? Are you awake?” He brushed your hair out of your face and saw that your eyes were still closed. He figured it was just you having a dream about the Fellowship, his name just happened to be the one you mentioned. Then you spoke again.

“I love you, Legolas.” He stopped in shock as you shifted in his arms again.

“You love me too? That’s good.” You sighed, wiggling your nose in that cute way Legolas liked, head still resting against his chest.

The elf, meanwhile, was standing there. Dumbstruck, with you fast asleep in his arms, he stood there until an unsuspecting Gimli crashed into him from behind.

“Lad! Yeh don’t just stop in the middle of the path! Keep moving!”

Legolas was still too shocked to come up with a retort, so he silently stepped to the side, letting the dwarf pass. Aragorn was next but paused to get Legolas to keep walking. “Legolas. What is wrong? Do you grow weary of carrying Y/N?”

“No!” The elf turned away from Aragorn, fearing that the man would insist on taking you.

Aragorn backed up a step, hands in the air. “Very well then. If you are not tired, why are you so on edge?”

“Y/N was talking in her sleep.”

“So? What does that have to do with yo- Legolas, why are you blushing?!” The ranger looked very amused by the flushed elf. “What, exactly, did she say?”

“She, um, well- she said she loved me.” Legolas was trying very hard not to meet Aragorn’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Aragorn had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, that is wonderful news! Now the two of you can stop the ridiculous flirting and pining.”

“Aragorn- you do not think she could have meant it?” Legolas was now looking at his friend, and Aragorn could see the beginnings of hope in his eyes.

“Of course she meant it! She was having a dream, about you, and told you she loved you. How could it be any clearer?”

“Well, that’s just it. It was a dream. It probably did not mean anything.” As Legolas spoke, Aragorn saw him convince himself that it was not true. “Legolas.” The blond turned his head and looked Aragorn in the eyes.

“I believe that Y/N means what she said in that dream. I have seen it in the way she acts with you. If you do not, then I cannot convince you. But I will say- ask her about it when she wakes up. Just mention the dream.”

With that Aragorn sped up, leaving a conflicted, confused, and still blushing Legolas walking slowly at the back of the group.

“I think you should tell her,” came a voice from down near his elbow. Legolas’ gaze drifted down to focus on Merry, who had somehow appeared next to him while he was lost in thought. “Tell her what?” The elf tried to deny everything, but Merry wasn’t having it.

“Tell her that you love her!” The hobbit looked so earnest that Legolas couldn’t help but listen to him. Merry continued, “I know if I loved someone, I’d want them to know. Not even because we could lose our lives at any moment, just because I think they deserve it. It’s like in the old stories Mr. Bilbo used to tell. She deserves to know you love her, Legolas. Tell her before it’s too late.”

Struck by the serious set of the hobbit’s face, and emotions in his eyes, Legolas nodded. “All right then. I guess I’ll ask her tonight.” He looked nervous, but then his eyes drifted down to look upon your sleeping form, cradled in his arms, and his face softened.

“Don’t let Boromir or Gimli see you looking at her like that, though- they’ll think you’ve gone soft!” And with that, Merry bounded back up to walk with Pippin.

Legolas was again by himself (well, not entirely, you were still there, but that might not count because you were unconscious), left to mull over his thoughts. He had been bluffing with Merry, he was most certainly not going to ask you about your feelings for him that night, but reflecting on the hobbit’s words something struck him. You were all on a perilous quest, it would be better for you to know now. And he could just ask you about your dream, inquire after your sleep. He didn’t have to confess to anything unless you did- which he was sure wasn’t going to happen, who could love him? But it did sound like a decent plan, so he decided to go through with it.

Just as that thought of resolve crossed his brain, you stirred. Opening your eyes, you gazed blearily at the world around you until your gaze came to rest on the face above you.

Blinking, it came into focus. “Legolas? What- why are you carrying me? What happened?”

“You fainted, Y/N. We think you have a fever, you must have caught a cold from swimming yesterday.” He was still walking as he spoke.

“Ok. Well, thank you for carrying me. I can walk now.”

When he didn’t, you asked again. “I’m fine, Legolas. Really, put me down.”

He still refused to do so.

“Put me down, Legolas!”

Finally, he answered. “I will not. I will carry you until we camp tonight.”

Overhearing him, Aragorn called out back to you. “Well, it’s a good thing we just found a place to camp!”

“Frodo, would you mind grabbing me Y/N’s pack from Aragorn and just spreading out her bedroll so she can rest?” Legolas was walking over to a spot he thought you would like as he spoke. Frodo came over with your bedroll, laying it out on a nice, flat area of ground. As pleased as you were, you still had to protest.

“I do not need rest, Legolas. What I need is for you to put me down!”

Sensing that perhaps it was just best to do as you said, the elf gently eased you to your feet. The second you were standing, you started to feel dizzy, and the chills came back. You fell back into Legolas’ waiting arms, too tired to stand.

“Okay, fine, maybe I do need to rest.” You yawned as he lowered you onto your bedroll, tucking the blankets in around you. “But I don’t want to be here, away from everyone. Carry me over to sit around the fire.” You made a regal face as Legolas picked you back up. The fire was crackling in the center of the small clearing, and everyone else was gathered around as Sam served supper.

“So demanding,” he muttered under his breath, jokingly. “Oh!” You were playfully offended.

He set you down, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders before settling next to you. Sam passed you a bowl of stew, and you inhaled the scent of it.

“Rabbit and potato tonight?” You could always guess what was in it.

“How do you guess right every time?” Pippin was amazed.

“I guess I just have a refined, expert sense of smell,” you declared and dug into the delicious stew.

Sighing, you placed your bowl on the ground, empty, and leaned into Legolas’ side. He stiffened, surprised, before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer to him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, thank you. Still tired, but I’m not as cold.”

He nodded and looked back at your companions around the fire. Who, in fact, were all staring at the two of you. Again. You scooched away from the elf, realized just how cold it was away from his arms, and promptly moved back closer to him, burying your face in his chest to titters from the group around you.

“Oh, shut up.” You didn’t care, Legolas was warm and you were cold, it was as simple as that. Nothing else. Or at least, that was what you were telling yourself.

Later that night, after you had wobbled back over to your bedroll with the help of Merry and Pippin each propping you up on one side, you lay there, unable to sleep. You didn’t understand why- you were very tired, you just couldn’t sleep. Your tossing and turning must have caught the attention of the person, or rather, elf, on watch, as he came over and sat down next to you.

“Are you okay?” He looked worried.

“Fine. I just can't seem to fall asleep.” You sat up, now at eye level with the blond archer.

“Ah. Well, unfortunately, I do not know how to get you to sleep, but I can keep you company if that is all right.” You nodded, and the two of you sat there, looking up at the stars glowing in the sky, framed like a portrait by the foliage of the trees surrounding the clearing.

After a while, he spoke again. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“What were you dreaming about earlier?”

You tucked your hair behind your ear, embarrassed as you recalled the dream from earlier where you and Legolas had fallen in love. Deciding that denial was the best course of action here, you spoke. “I did not dream.”

“Y/N. You were talking in your sleep.”

Uh oh.

“What did I say?”

Now he was blushing. You internally prepared yourself for whatever embarrassing thing he was about to say, ready to deny your feelings.

“You, um… well, you said you loved me.”

You wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Legolas. It was just a silly, dream, it meant nothing, I don’t feel that way about you at all…” Babbling, your eyes went back to his face, unprepared for the depth of disappointment in his eyes and the sadness written there.

“You truly do not feel like that?”

After seeing his face, feeling the emotion conveyed in his voice, a small flame of hope lit in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you decided to be brave.

You took his hand, entwining your fingers with his as you took a deep breath. “I lied, Legolas. I love you.”

You saw the shock on his face. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, we can never speak of it again. We can go back to normal, this doesn’t have to be a big deal.” Your babbling was cut off by the elf.

“Y/N. I love you. Totally and completely, with every fiber of my being, I love you.”

Shyly, you reached your hand out and brushed his cheek.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“That’s good.”

He laughed. “You said that after I told you in your dream!”

“I did?”

He nodded. “Now, let’s see if you can get some sleep. It’s late.”

He moved so that you were between his legs, head resting on his chest as he leaned up against a rock. You snuggled in close, and he began rubbing circles on your shoulder. He began to softly hum, a tune you did not recognize but liked just the same. Lulled by his soft voice and the motions of his hands, you drifted into a deep, wonderful sleep.

Legolas sat there, you in his arms, marveling at the turn of events. A movement from Aragorn’s bedroll startled him, but he made sure not to wake you up. The ranger sat up, facing him.

“I told you so.” Aragorn winked at him, looking mightily pleased with himself.

“Well, now that you’re awake, you might as well begin your shift of watch!” Legolas looked triumphant and watched as the ranger sighed and rose, moving over to sit on a boulder that overlooked the whole camp.

“Get some sleep, Legolas,” Aragorn advised.

Careful to not wake you, Legolas moved so that he was lying next to you, arm wrapped around your waist and chin resting just above your head. He sighed and felt himself slowly drift off to join you, his beloved, in the land of sleep.

Everything tag 💞: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @hey-its-nonny

Legolas tag: @sheriffgerard @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

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babytaes · 3 years

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reaction to playing video games | tbz- ─ ot11 ˎˊ˗

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: a few curse words, quite lengthy

requested (anon)

✧ sangyeon∘*

Not only did whining get you places, but it also warmed your boyfriends' stone cold heart. It's a perk.

“Baby...I'm dying to play. You and the others never let me play.” You moped over to his setup and pouted as you sat at the edge.

“All right, I'll let you play once, but if you lose. So, please-.” You winked at him as you pressed your finger to his lips and grabbed a remote, settling in for the game.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N? You never told me how good you were.” He exhaled deeply and lowered his headphones. You strode out the door laughing, pushing his chair away and saying.

“See, should let me play more."

✧ jacob∘*

“DID YOU SEE MY CONTROLLER, Y/N?” As he rummaged through his room looking for it, Jacob yelled out to you.

Hearing his shouts from the living room, you swiftly grabbed the controller from the stone table and laughed your way to his man cave.

“You always leave it by the living room set up,” You say. He chuckled and kissed your forehead, thanking you as he pulled the controller from your grip.

Jacob called out to you just as you were about to walk out the door.

“Hey, want to play with me? Today, the boys are offline.” You rushed over to the chair and snuggled up close to him as you grabbed your red controller, smiling at his request.

“Mr. Bae, are you ready to be demolished?”

✧ younghoon∘*

Over the facetime call, he whispered something and pointed the iPad at your screen, tapping it to make it clearer.

“I need help with this level; I've literally asked the guys and they haven't been able to assist me. So I figured I'd consult the master.”

You let out a gasp and shook your head.

“Not sure why you didn't ask me FIRST,” you remarked, rolling your eyes, “but I guess I'll help you.”

He finally made it to the boss level after minutes of discussing the level and advising him where to go. Before kissing the screen, he turned to you and smiled broadly.

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Anytime Younghoon"

✧ hyunjae∘*

As you sat your headset down and spoke into the mic beside you, you heard a knock on the door.

“Hey guys, I'll be right back. Leave some suggestions for places to visit in the game in the chat.”

You walked out and unlocked the door after turning off your microphone and camera. Hyunjae stood in front of you, holding some containers, much to your astonishment. He strolled in with a joyful smile on his face.

“My mum insisted on me bringing some food over since you know how they are.”

You kissed his temple and went to get some chopsticks and bowls while putting some food on the table for him.

“I only have a few more rounds on my server before I can leave. You are more than welcome to observe; you may certainly benefit from it.

As he scoffed, he glanced up with a wide mouth and noodles in his mouth.

“Wow.. some sort of friend you are.”

✧ juyeon∘*

“So you're a gamer, Not like those people who do "games" online."

Before displaying your Twitch, you pushed Juyeon and laughed. He appeared intrigued as he scanned through the videos before selecting one.

He leaned back, head resting on your lap. As the demon rushed toward the screen, he was already dying from your reaction. You asked him a question while rolling your eyes at his state.

“Hey, do you want to be a part of my broadcast one day?” I'd be happy to show you some things.”

Before returning to his comfortable position, he glanced up from his seat and nodded his head.

“I'm thinking about subscribing because this is high-quality content.”

✧ kevin ∘*

“Have you played Animal Crossing: New Horizon?” Kevin poked your side from his laying down position, waiting for your answer.

Your eyes widened as you lowered your phone and slowly turned to face him, jaw wide open.

"Don't tell me you play Animal Crossing too?"

He showed you his Switch with a laugh and a nod of his head.

You sprung off your couch and dashed to your bag, returning with your Switch.

“You should have told me earlier; you must see my house!”

✧ new∘*

“Why don't you stop being so bad, then we can talk about my techniques.” As you scoffed, you turned your head sideways to look at New.

“Says the person who recently finished last in our team's tournament. Do you want me to check the scoreboard one more time, or are you finished?”

Sunwoo shook his head as he walked back to his room, looking at the two kids arguing.

“This is the 20th time the kids have fought this week, Sangeyon. If you don't want to do anything, I'll do it for you.”

You both turned around to see an agitated Kevin with twitching eyes.

“Forgive me, Kevin, but I'll be more mature and quiet.” As you pushed the play button on the game, you laughed.

“Bitch” New whispered under his breath as he “accidentally” killed your character off.

“OH NOW IT'S ON.”

✧ q∘*

“Please let me play one more time, Y/N. I'll do better. “I will vanquish the Evil.” Not amused by his confidence, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“All right, but don't injure my ears for the 4th time today. I will smack you." He gave you a wink and walked up to your game set. As he watched you set up everything, including the Oculus, Changmin tapped his legs. That dreadful thing.

As you finished prepping everything, you switched off the lights and set your LED's to purple. You took his hand in yours and kissed it many times while rubbing the back of your neck.

“I'm sure you'll be fine.” Changmin turned to face you and said "fighting" before putting on the headphones.

As you observed him, you noticed that he was doing fairly well; he was approaching a new area of the level as he frantically looked around. As his scream echoed throughout the house, you clenched your hand and squeezed your eyes.

You quickly grabbed the Oculus and yanked it off, only to be confronted by a frightened boy.

“At the very least, you made it past the first section. I'm proud.”

✧ juhaknyeon∘*

“You're killing me, Love; it's not fair.” You tossed the controller on the couch and pouted at him with your arms folded.

He laughed and walked over to your side, pausing the game.

“How about a hug and a kiss as an apology?” Next round, I'll take it easy on you.” He smiled and drew the two of you closer together. As your eyes opened, he held onto you. Grabbing your controller, you tossed a knife at his character as he collapsed to the ground.

“BABE... “What was the point of that?”

You returned his controller to him, smirking.

“You always gotta be ready, learn from the best.”

✧ sunwoo∘*

“Babe, it's only a simple tap, hit, and swing,” Sunwoo fought to breathe as he rested his hands on his knees.

“Wait..I-..just give me like 10 minutes,” As you stood over his large figure, laughing at his antics, he dropped to the carpet.

“So you can dance for hours at a concert, but you can't get past the first two levels of Just Dance? Sunwoo, make it make sense.”

You watched as his face lit up with a smile and his chest rose and fell as he chuckled.

“That's different; these dances are crack. Who comes up with it?

You looked up at the TV, shaking your head, and chuckled at the title song.

*The Stealer*

“What an ass.”

✧ eric∘*

“So, according to your buddies, you're a Mario Kart "master,” is that correct?” Eric spun around and clasped his hands together in his fancy gaming chair, cocking his head to the side.

“It depends on your willingness to face him.” He chuckled and sat you down in front of one of the monitors.

You strolled up to his setup and sat down, laughing. You took the controller and customized your bike while choosing your character, Pink Toad.

“First and foremost, ladies, I'll let you choose the level.” You chose Rainbow Road and started your engines, smirking at his arrogant face. As you thought about how this was going to be the ride of a lifetime, he winked at you.

“FINISH... AND THE CROWD GOES CRAZY. What's the number on the scoreboard? PINK TOAD TAKES FIRST PLACE AGAIN!!”

Before resetting his controller, he rolled his eyes.

“Rematch?”

“Will you be able to handle the Master for the second time now...?” you smirked.

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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The Fifth Lord: Chapter 1

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu and (Fem!Dragon)Reader [non-romantic], Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!Dragon)Reader

Summary: Your name is Y/n Dracul; The only ‘mutant’ that doesn’t have the Cadou Parasite. You already have some sort of power that impressed Mother Miranda; you were the first known Human-Dragon Hybrid. Although you have your own house, “House Dracul”. Your ‘house’ itself is basically another unused wing of Castle Dimitrescu.

Warnings: None?

A/N: So like- Y/n’s dragon form is different from Alcina’s. Y/n Dracul is based on the Dragon Slayers from an anime titled: Fairy Tail. Y/n’s relationship with Alcina is that similar to like close work colleagues. Aside form Donna and Mother Miranda, Alcina respects Y/n a lot. Fun Fact: “Dracul” is Romanian for Dragon or Devil!

This is before Ethan Winters enters the Five Lords’ domains

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You were unwanted as a very young child; Born with blooming dragon scales along your arms, sprouting dragon horns small fang-like canines, wings and a sprouting tail. You were nicknamed: The Devil’s Dragon.

Once your Dragon form finally took full form by your teenage years, you were ‘sacrificed’ to Mother Miranda however, seeing these Dragon-like features, believed you deserved a chance in her domain, so she raises you. She gives you the surname; Dracul. You always questioned how you got the dragon-like characteristics and power.

“You were always like that y/n,” Alcina seats herself next to you

“Yeah but- I came from the village right? So I must’ve been human at one point,” You sigh, leaning onto her arm

Even though no one else knew how either, you only leave it as; ‘I got lucky.’

“I hereby give you the Fifth House; House Dracul,” Mother Miranda ‘knights’ you, “Today, we mark history as Y/n Dracul, becomes the first Lord without the Cadou Parasite. She already holds a remarkable form of power.”

You’re kneeled down in front of her. Once you look up; your gold dragon eyes spark like fire.

“Dimitrescu,” Mother Miranda calls for her daughter

“Mother Miranda?” Dimitrescu answers

“You shall give Dracul and unused wing of your castle,” She says, “You are also responsible for Y/n Dracul.”

“Mother Miranda-” Alcina tries to object

“Is that a problem Dimitrescu?” She asks, beginning to unfold her wings

“No, Mother Miranda,” Alcina sighs

After the Lords’ meeting you follow Alcina to the castle and sure enough you would be able to make do with whichever wing she gives you.

“Y/n Dracul there are three girls I would like to introduce to you,” Alcina says

You follow her into the main hall. There; you meet eyes with three women. A Blonde, A Brunette and a Redhead.

“Daughters, I would like to introduce our newest addition to House Dimitrescu,” Alcina starts, “Your Fifth Lord, Y/n Dracul.”

You bow shallow and as soon as you look up, all three daughters were staring in awe at you.

“Is that a dragon?” The Redhead asks

“Partly Dragon,” You correct

“Daniela, where are your manners?” The blonde one asked, “We are in the prescence of a Lord! I’m Bela my lady.”

“Cassandra,” The Brunette introduces herself

“You know my name,” Daniela sighs, “Thank you Bela.”

“My Ladies, please,” You sigh, slightly overwhelmed, “No need for formalities.”

The ease themselves and you make eye contact with Bela. You didn’t know what happened but you felt something when she looked back at you.

“Y/n,” Alcina smacks the back of your head

You snap out of your gaze at Bela and turn to Alcina. You rub the back of your head to ease the slight pain from Alcina’s hand.

“Cassandra, show y/n her wing of the castle,” Alcina requests gently

“Which part mother?” She asks

“Whichever wing we barely use,” Alcina sighs, “The-The clocktower.”

You have a clocktower?...

Cassandra taps your shoulder as she motions for you to follow her up the staircase. You look down and make eye contact with Bela once more. She slightly smiles as you and gives you a small wave.

“Thank you, Lady Cassandra,” You say as you gaze up at the interior of the clock tower

“You’re very much welcome my lord,” She bows

“Lady Cassandra, you may call me Y/n,” You smile weakly, “I told you, no need for formalities.”

Cassandra nods as she makes her leave. As you gaze up once more at the clocktower, you squat down as your wings begin rising into the air. You make a powerful jump and begin flying up to the top of the clocktower.

I’m so happy I have wings for this one...

You fly around the castle, gazing happily at the exterior. You didn’t know how long you were flying for until you notice the sun beginning to set. You land on the ledge of the clocktower however when you look over you notice a figure setting up something across from you.

“Lady... Bela?” You call out

She turns her head over to you and smiles, ”Lord Dracul.”

She bows and hands you a blanket. You smile and take the blanket she had given you.

“You set all of this up? For me?” You ask, “Lady Bela you didn’t need to.”

“It was one way mother would allow me to see our Fifth Lord,” She slightly smiles, “Didn’t think she’d be part human and part Dragon. Kind of hot if you tell me.”

You awkwardly smile while feeling your cheeks heat up. Bela smiles as she pinches your cheeks.

“You’re a cute dragon,” She smiles

She turns her back to you. So you take the opportunity to strip off your shirt to change into a sleep shirt.

Bela’s POV When Bela turns back towards you, your back was turned to her. However, She takes notice of the red dragon scales that are running along the sides of your body up to your neck.

Oh god she’s hot... And her scales glisten rainbow under the moonlight... God it’s so pretty...

Y/N’s POV When you turn back around, flinging your wings out from the vertical cuts in your shirt, you notice Bela staring.

“Something caught your eye?” You ask, smiling slightly

“I like how your scales glisten rainbow,” She says

“Oh, it does that?” You ask, holding out your arm to the moonlight

Sure enough, it had.

“You’re pretty observant Lady Bela,” You smile

She’s cute... But... She’s Lady Dimitrescu’s daughter... And I’m a lord... The two titles aren’t mutually exclusive...

Somehow, the both of you made it work around living in Castle Dimitrescu and being in a secret relationship. Even Bela hadn’t told her sisters of her relationship with you yet because she didn’t want them judging the both of you and you didn’t want Alcina going at your throat for being with her daughter and being a lord.

“Y/n, may I have a word with you?” Alcina asks as she walks into the clocktower, finding you flying about

“Of course my lady,” You say, landing in front of her, “What is it?”

“I see ow my daughter Bela sneaks around the castle, do you have any idea why?” She asks you, taking a swig of her cigarette

You stand there, slightly frozen. Had Alcina began suspecting of your relationship with her? Had you somehow slipped up? Had Bela accidentally ran her mouth while she was in the castle?

“Y/n?” Alcina calls

“Sorry, um- no, I don’t know why My Lady,” You lie

“Don’t lie to me young one,” She says

“I’m not My Lady,” you try to hide

She leans over you, observing you closely. You were never great at hiding lies from Alcina. However, she stops looming over you and recomposes herself.

“Alright then, if you won’t tell me then I’m sure Bela will,” Alcina storms off

Once you see her disappear, you sigh in relief.

“You can come out now Bela,” You say

You turn to your sleeping quarters and notice Bela wrapped in a blanket. You walk over to her and give her a hug.

“We have to tell mother sooner better than later,” Bela says, worriedly, “Who knows what she might do to you....”

“I am a dragon love,” You smile, kissing her nose gently, “She will have a hard time killing me.”

When you and Bela broke the news to the entirety of House Dimitrescu, Alcina wasn’t surprised, nor were Daniela and Cassandra.

“You and Bela would always be in close proximity to each other, it was pretty obvious,” Cassandra says

“No matter,” Alcina sighs “Y/n Dracul, you are a lord and a lord dating my daughter-”

“I think it’s an interesting concept mother,” Daniela interrupts her

When Alcina shoots her head up to Daniela, Daniela drops her head down. Cassandra looks into another direction, hoping to not upset her mother any further.

“However, Bela and the girls do seem to love, having you around,” Alcina states, “You swear to me you ill be there by Bela’s side no matter what?”

“I promise my lady,” You say, holding onto Bela’s hand

“You may continue your relationship with my daughter y/n,” Alcina says. Before you and Bela could celebrate, Alcina stands over the both of you, “But don’t let being my daughters’ lover distract you from being a lord. I am responsible for you.”

You nod as she begins walking towards the staircase. As soon as Alcina disappears into the Castle, you look down at Bela. She grins from ear to ear and hugs you tightly.

“A lord dating a Dimitrescu?” Daniela teases, “It’s unheard of.”

“It’s heard of now,” You smile

“Will you have dragon babies?” Cassandra also teases

“Lady Cassandra, I am a female,” You sigh

“You never know what you can do to have some kiddos, even as a woman.” Cassandra explains

“You know the outside world has improved since ancient times...” You mumble to yourself

“See,” Cassandra says, “Have your dragon babies with our sister.”

“Cassandra!” Bela yells, standing up, “I’m going to bed... Y/n?”

You smile slight;y as you stand up and follow after her, holding onto her hand.

“Don’t do anything I would do now ladies,” Daniela teases

“Shut up already!” Bela yells

You follow Bela through the tunnels and up to the clocktower. As you begin stripping off your ‘Lord attire’ for bed, Bela turns to you while you are shirtless.

“My lord-” Bela gasps

“What?” You ask, putting on a baggy shirt, “You okay?”

“Yes My Lord,” She tries to cover her mouth

“My my, is Lady Bela blushing?” You ask, slightly smirking

“N-no,” She turns away from you

“You are,” You tease, moving her hand from her face, noticing a slight blush across her face

You let out a hearty but calm laugh. You weren’t sure what had gotten into Bela but she had shoved you back so that you’re now sitting at the edge of your bed. Bela wasn’t sure what was going on in her head but the next thing she knew she is in your lap.

“Lady Bela?” You ask, looking up at her, “You sure are feisty tonight.”

“You’re really trying to tempt me right now?” She asks, slightly letting out a growl

“Whatever are you trying to prove?” You ask, tracing Bela’s figure with the tips of your sharp fingernails

Bela lets out a strangled gasp as she puts her hands onto your shoulders. Your hand grips the back of her neck, but doing your best to not accidentally draw blood on her.

“My Lord?” She asks, looking down at you

“My Lady,” You reply, smiling

When you awake in the following morning, you were about to stretch your wings until you felt a slight weight hold down your right wing.

“Lady Bela?” You yawn, turning to face her

“Good morning my lord,” She smiles, supposedly awake with her eyes closed

“You sleep okay?” You ask, brushing hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear

She nods, “How about you? My blood runs cold...”

“You know, it was nice,” You state, “MY body temperature is always warm... So you cool me down when I slept.”

“Vice versa from me,” She smiles, snuggling into your body more

“Bela, are you in here?” Alcina asks, looking under the cloth ‘door’ you had made

You and Alcina look at each other awkwardly before Bela’s head popped up from behind your shoulder.

“Just- Bela be ready soon,” Alcina turns her heel and walks off

Once the clocktower door shuts, you and Bela look at each other before letting out a snicker to a laugh.

“I better get ready,” You say, “Being lord sure is tiring.”

“Me too,” Bela agrees, “My sisters will question us for sure.”

“I mean, they know already,” You state, slipping on some jeans and a hoodie

“I don’t want it to be the talk amongst the Lords and this castle,” Bela growls slightly

“You’re cute when you’re a little angry,” You smile, kissing her nose

You slip on a leather jacket as Bela pulls on the belt. Pulling you towards her.

“You’re the one who’s cute,” Bela giggles, kissing you

You return the kiss. The kiss was beginning to become heated when you snaked your arms around Bela before Bela pulls away.

“If I see the both of you fucking I’m going to puke,” Daniela giggles

“Morning Lady Daniela, Lady Cassandra,” You greet them

“Mother is asking for the both of you now,” Cassandra says

Daniela and Cassandra materialize into their fly swarm and begin going into the tunnel system, back into the castle. You look down and notice Bela hadn’t followed close behind her sisters.

“Hey, go on ahead,” You say, looking at her, “Go catch up to your sisters. I’ll catch up.”

Bela gives you one last kiss on the cheek before materializing into her swarm of flies and disappearing into the tunnel system. Before you began to fly through the tunnel as well you felt something move in the pocket of your hoodie. You look down and open the pocket: revealing a single fly.

“Awwww Bela,” You coo at the fly, ever-so gently petting the fly

Chapter 2

#daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #house beneviento #house moreau #house heisenberg #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela is my wife

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write-orflight · 3 years

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Settle Down: Prologue

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev - Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: None, will be smut in eventual chapters

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for... A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

A.N: this is a bad bio but idk how else to put it. it’s a baby fic! I wouldn’t say this is enemies to lovers but they certainly don’t like each other at first so it kinda is. comment on this chap or message to be on the taglist. much love, Cia

Prologue: A Powerpoint, Really?

If you had told 16 year old Y/N that she’d be working at the FBI, she would’ve called you batshit.

Not only, did you not have any respect for authority or any inclination for rules in that matter, working for the FBI was never in the forefront of your mind. But when given the option of Jail or a full time job with benefits, it was fairly easy to make a choice. You remember the first day when you met your work partner and now best friend Penelope Garcia or specifically the day she caught you.

You were waiting tables like you did every weekend to stay afloat. Today was unreasonably slow so you were just finding small things to do. That’s when she came in, an extremely brightly dressed woman, sat at the bar of the diner.

“Hi, how can I help you?” You smile at the woman who looks up at you and smiles.

“Yes, I’m looking for the Emerald City.” She says, smirking at you. Your face drops, you knew what she was talking about.

When you started hacking it was only supposed to be a one time thing. You grew up poor, spent most of your life poor so when you saw your childhood home was set to be demolished to build a fancy new headquarters for Scotty Realins, an upcoming asshole tech CEO, without a cent going to your parents. Something in you snapped. You had already been pretty decent at code and you flirted with a couple of guys in your STEM classes to learn how to hack so you would say you were pretty good at this point. So you hacked into the website and made sure all the Revenue for that day actually was wired to lower-income housing. At the end of the day, it was only a couple hundred thousand dollars but what was pennies to Scotty Realins changed some people's lives.

So you started doing it more, to different companies under the pseudonym OZ. The money always went to different places that needed it whether it was paying the rent for a bunch of families or anonymous large donations to food banks or soup kitchens. You gained a bit of fame in the hacker community as a modern day Robin Hood.

All good things come to an end though. And the end was standing in front of you in clunky, rainbow colored jewelry.

“You don’t look like a cop.” you say, crossing your arms.

“I’ll do you one better.” She says, pulling her FBI badge out, showing it to you briefly. You curse under your breath. “I’ve been following you for a while, OZ. Though I wasn’t expecting the man behind the curtain to be a woman. I will say, having my computers route back to a loop of “We’re not in Kansas anymore.” everytime I tried to track your IP was impressive. I couldn’t even be mad about it.”

“Clearly not that impressive because you found me.”

“Still took me longer than usual, which is saying a lot.”

“This is a really long winded conversation if you’re just here to arrest me.” You say, taking off your apron. No use in keeping it on if you were going to be in handcuffs soon.

“That’s because I’m not here to arrest you. I’m here to offer you a job, to work under me as a Tech Analyst in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” Penelope says.

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’re going to want a lawyer and my very good handsome friend outside is going to arrest you. You’re smart and you have a chance to help people which is why you started hacking in the first place, right? Please don’t make me do that.” She looked at you pleadingly like she really cared and didn’t want you to go to prison. You didn’t say anything but something told you she’d been in the same boat as you before.

“Hmmm…. I’m tired of waiting tables anyway.”

So you uprooted your life and moved from Philadelphia to Quantico. Garcia took you under her wing and pretty soon the two of you functioned in her batcave like a well oiled machine. You could do without the constant gore that filled your screens but at the end of the day, you loved what you were doing and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

The team was an added bonus, it was nice to have your own little found family. Garcia, of course, taking on the role as best friend mere days after your first meeting. You met Derek Morgan right after you agreed to take the job, he’d been there to arrest you and was very glad he wouldn’t have to do that. He told you often about how you reminded him of his sister and he regarded you in the role of younger sister from that day on. The next person you met had been Aaron Hotchner, your new boss. It took him a couple of weeks to warm up to you, you guessed he had a difficulty trusting new people and when he would call you guys for information he would always ask for Garcia instantly instead of you, not very trusting in your skills yet. Though that changed when you had been the one to track down the Unsub once.

Rossi was easily won over when you told him about your Italian side of the family, specifically your grandmother who loved to cook and left you a lot of recipes. You and him often went back and forth in sharing dishes. Emily and JJ had also been easily won over with one bottle of tequila and a regrettable girls night.

Then there was Dr. Spencer Reid.

You had a lot of opinions on Dr. Reid, most of them weren’t good. It wasn’t like you hated him in fact, you’d consider him a friend but the two of you seemed to butt heads on well, everything. Both of you needing to be the smartest in the room and neither of you wanting to admit when you’re wrong will do that though. You still respected Spencer though, he was an extreme asset to the team and he was your best friend’s other best friend so you couldn’t really hate the guy.

You also didn’t have to like him.

So you had a good job, good friends, a nice house to live in. You were finally happy, content even. So why did it feel like something was missing?

The something missing came in a stroller pushed by JJ the next week.

The last case had been rough. Really rough. So while the team was on their way back you and Garcia hatched a plan for JJ to come visit from maternity leave and surprise everyone with the baby. While you guys were waiting for them to land, Garcia wanted to show JJ something she had gotten her godson so JJ asked if you could watch him and feed him until she got back, which you obviously agreed to. As you were feeding the child his bottle, and his ravioli sized fist wrapped around your finger you realized what had been missing.

Fuck, you wanted a kid.

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You told Garcia first, it slipped when she noticed how off you were being. You wanted to have a kid bad now and you knew you didn’t want to wait. Penny tried to convince you that you’d “find the right person” but let’s face it, with this job, long term relationships were few and far inbetween. Plus you didn’t need a man, you had a good job and insurance, you knew you could provide a child with a life full of love it deserved. So you made an appointment at a fertility clinic. As the doctor was talking to you about your options, you felt yourself feeling more and more down about your decision and that only increased as you looked in the book of sperm donors in front of you. You looked at too many serial killers daily that it made you uneasy, carrying a stranger's baby. Maybe Garcia was right and your best bet was to wait for ‘the right guy.’ Even though you really didn’t want to.

You walked into work later, a little sullen. Heading immediately towards the coffee machine. Penelope, who had been at Derek’s desk, makes a beeline towards you.

“So how’d it go?” She says, smiling. “Did you make an appointment to be baby-fied?”

You sigh. “I couldn’t do it, Pen.” You say, frowning. “I just-- We see so much here that I don’t want to accidentally end up with a sociopath’s baby because I couldn’t wait.”

“But you don’t want to wait, do you?” She says softly, empathizing with you.

“No, I don’t.” You sigh again, finishing making your cup before walking back out into the bullpen. JJ had brought Henry again for the others to see on the slow paperwork day. You tried not to look bitter but it was like she was flaunting the one thing you couldn’t have, even if it was unintentional. You watched as she handed the baby to Spencer, who instantly smiled and made faces at the laughing baby.

“Spencer is actually a surprisingly good godfather.” Garcia says, smiling at the exchange in front of you. “Kinda makes you wonder what he’d be like with his own baby geniuses.” She says before walking over to the group and scooping her godson out of Spencer’s arms, Spencer still held on to his fist with his pinky, smiling down at the child.

“Yea…” You say, to no one in particular.

You had an idea. A probably bad one.

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You were sitting in the coffee shop, nervously fiddling on your laptop while waiting for Spencer. You were surprised he even agreed to meet with you for coffee though you were sure he was just doing it out of curiosity because you told him you had something important to talk about. You weren’t even sure if you were going about this the right way. Hey Spencer, I know we’re not even friends but how would you feel about fathering my child? God, this was going to be terrible.

You looked up when you heard the tell-tale bell on the door indicating someone walking in. Spencer gave you a small wave before going to the counter to get a coffee. You took that time to nervously sip yours. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, it was now or never.

“Hey.” Spencer says, when he finally gets to the table, coffee in hand. “Why are you all the way in the corner?”

“This isn’t really a conversation I want overheard.”

Spencer tilts his head confused at that. “So what is the conversation we’re supposed to be having. I asked Garcia but she seemed to also have no idea.”

“Yea, I didn’t tell her on account of this maybe going extremely bad.” You say, before sighing and turning your laptop around so Spencer could see the Powerpoint screen you have on it. When he reads it, he chokes on his coffee.

“A Powerpoint, really?” He chokes, still coughing around the coffee. “Y/N, what is this?”

“This is Reasons Why You Should Make a Baby With me.”

“Yea, I got that from the title, Y/N.” He says, still shocked. “Is this a joke?!”

“I wish it was, Reid.”

“Can I at least ask why you thought a Powerpoint was the best way to ask?”

“Because I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.”

“That’s true.” He leans back, taking a sip of his coffee, gesturing for you to continue. You hit the next slide.

“Ok, reason number one is we both want kids.” You say, looking at him. “Garcia told me the other day that you were talking about how much you wanted a kid and I also want a kid.”

“I did tell Garcia that.” He muses.

“Reason two, an offspring between us would probably result in another genius. As you know, you are smart.”

“Yes.”

“And I am smarter.” You say, Spencer opens his mouth to protest but you keep talking. “A child between us could probably be the next Einstein.”

Spencer nods and you continue. “Reason three, I’d be a great mom.”

“That’s a debatable fact.”

“No, it’s not. You’ve seen me around kids, have I ever given an inclination that I wouldn’t be?” You ask, he shakes his head. “Plus, I happen to think you’d be a great father. Which brings me to Reason 4.” You say clicking through the next slide. “If you don’t want to be involved in raising that’s fine. I’m perfectly fine raising the child myself an--”

“What?! No!” Spencer says, sitting up. “If I do agree to have this baby, which I’m not completely doing yet. I want to be involved, I want them to know I’m their father and that I didn’t abandon them because I know what that’s like.” He says, seriously. You nod, already knowing this about Spencer.

“Reason 5: I’d be the perfect platonic co-parent, I won’t ask you for anything unless it’s pertaining to the child and if you decide that later down the road you want your own family, I’d be supportive and help you along the way.”

Spencer nods. “We’re never home enough for a baby.”

“That’s where you’re wrong because I’ll be here. I mainly stay here anyway and if there’s ever a case where you need a tech analyst to fly out, Garcia’s already agreed to have it already be her when I floated the baby idea around last month.”

Spencer hummed, silent for a second. “You really want a kid, huh?”

“Yes.” You say.

“So much so you’re asking me?” Spencer says, matter-of-factly. “A Coworker you barely speak to?”

Well, when he says it like that.

“Yes. I’m asking because while we don’t get along the best you are still one of the most compassionate, understanding men I know. And I know that if I have to raise this kid with somebody, you would love them just as much as I would.” You say, Spencer nods at that. “So, please?”

Spencer sighs. “When’s your next appointment? At the fertility clinic?”

You didn’t even want to ask how he knew about that. “Next tuesday.”

He nods. “I’m going with you.” He says, standing, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. “This isn’t a yes.”

“It’s not a no, either.” You point out.

“No, it’s not.” He says, leaving you behind in the coffee shop with a huge grin on your face.

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Prompts: Protective

Word Count: 4,400

Characters: The squad

Timeline: Pre-movie movie!verse

Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, Toxic Friendship

Summary: Kai only wants two things: to protect Lloyd, and to give him the best birthday ever. Unfortunately, Lloyd seems hell-bent on making that as difficult as possible. Kai’s always prided himself on achieving the impossible, but dealing with human emotions is much more complicated than beating up Garmadon’s generals or shooting enemies with fire, as he quickly learns. Movie!verse

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“Woah, it looks like a massacre in here.”

At the sound of Cole’s voice, Kai, Jay, Lloyd, and Zane looked up from the map they had sprawled out across the table. Red pen was everywhere, circling different buildings and connecting them with lines.

“We’re having trouble finding a venue for Lloyd’s party,” Zane explained.

Nya rolled her eyes. “It’s not that hard! Just pick somewhere!” She held a hand out, shaking her phone. “We have five days until his birthday. Most places require at least that many to book a reservation. If we don’t decide today, we’ll have nowhere to go.”

“We can’t just pick anywhere,” Kai insisted. “It has to be perfect!”

“Why don’t we just go to the arcade?”

“It’s always so busy there.”

“It’s a Wednesday night! How many people are going to be there?”

“Trust me,” Jay said, “It’s still busy. It always is.”

Cole peered at the map. “Why’d you cross off the movie theater? Isn’t there a new Starfarer movie Lloyd’s been wanting to see?”

Kai shook his head. “Tickets sold out in like five hours. By the time school was over and we got over there, they were all gone.”

Jay frowned, running his fingers along one of the major streets. “What’s your favorite restaurant, Lloyd?”

“A restaurant? Are you serious?” Cole laughed. “We’d get kicked out in ten minutes.”

“Why can’t we just do it at my place?” Lloyd murmured. “I don’t need anything big deal.”

Kai frowned. “Your apartment isn’t that big, Lloyd. And I don’t want to bother your mom with all the decorations and stuff.”

Lloyd shrugged, looking down. “It doesn’t need to be big.”

“If you really want something simple,” Nya said, “why don’t we just do it at the warehouse? It’ll just be us, but there’s lots of space.”

Zane nodded. “That space would suffice. We would just have to ask Master Wu.”

“That is, if you’re certain that’s what you want.” Nya looked at Lloyd closely. “You sure you don’t want to do anything else?”

Lloyd nodded.

“Positive, bud?” Kai pushed. “Because it’s your birthday. We don’t mind at all.”

“I’m fine,” Lloyd insisted, getting to his feet. “It’s just another day on the calendar. Don’t make such a big fuss.”

The ninja fell silent.

“Lloyd,” Nya murmured, “it is a big deal to us.”

“Sorry. I’m just tired. And I’ve got homework. I should go.”

“Lloyd, wait-”

The green ninja pulled away from Kai’s outstretched hand. “I’m fine, Kai. I just have to go. Call me if you need anything.”

---

When they went back to school on Monday, their teachers loaded them with assignments, and Kai didn’t have a spare minute to talk to Lloyd in their shared classes. He couldn’t even talk at lunch because Lloyd had to make up a test. He kept his eyes peeled for his friend every time he was in the hallways, but if there was one thing Lloyd was good at, it was not being seen.

At the end of the school day, Nya texted him to meet up near their lockers. He got there and found her huddled around her locker with Cole, Jay, and Zane.

Kai walked over to them. “What’s going on? Where’s Lloyd?”

“He said he’d catch up with us later, which is why now is the perfect time for party preparation,” Jay said, gesturing towards Nya, who had a fiercely determined look on her face and was tightly clutching a clipboard. “Apparently she’s been waiting her whole life for this.”

“Alright.” Nya looked up from her clipboard. “I’ve already got streamers and gift wrap at home. What about you guys?”

“I’ve got a banner ordered with his name on it,” Cole said. “And of course, the shark tablecloths-”

Jay blinked. “Sharks?”

“Yeah. He loves sharks.”

“No, no, no, you’ve got it all wrong! We’re getting the dragon ones! He loves dragons!”

“Well, yeah, duh, but he’d obviously like the shark one better.”

“Are you kidding? Sharks would remind him of his dad’s mechs!” “Yeah, well, dragons remind him of his mech, which also reminds him of fighting his dad.”

“Totally not the same, plus dragons are way cooler-”

“Okay, we’re going with the Starfarer ones, then,” Nya grumbled. “What about balloons? Who’s covering-”

“I have balloons,” Zane interrupted. “Two hundred and seventy-five of them.”

They gawked at him.

“Zane… why do you have so many balloons just lying around?” Jay asked.

“They are new! In the package! I can blow them up for Lloyd’s birthday party-”

“Shhhhh!” Four pairs of hands immediately pushed over his mouth, silencing him, even though they were the only ones in the very empty hallway.

“No one can find out,” Cole insisted. “This is Lloyd’s special day. We’re not about to let anyone ruin it.”

“Okay, so Zane’s got the balloons.” Nya ticked another item off the list. “What about the cake? I have most of the ingredients to make one at home, but I’m completely lacking the baking skills.”

Cole nodded. “I can bake a cake. What’s his favorite kind?”

“Lloyd likes that Funfetti one,” Kai murmured.

Cole’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not baking a box mix. I can get him the rainbow sprinkles, though, and make a homemade one.”

“Okay, sounds good. Jay, could you pick up some confetti before his birthday? And Zane, we need some fun paper plates.”

“Zane, you should get shark ones.”

“No, dragons!” “Zane will pick out whichever plates he likes,” Nya snapped.

“What about gifts?” Jay asked. “What are you guys getting?”

“I’m not telling you,” Nya yelped. “I have the best gift ever and I don’t want you stealing any ideas.”

“I’ve been setting aside pieces of my allowance for a month,” Cole grinned. “It’s gonna be sweet.”

Jay blinked at him expectantly, and Cole smirked. “I’m not telling you, either, blabbermouth.”

“Blabbermouth?” he yelped. “I can keep secrets perfectly fine, thank you.”

“Oh yeah? What about that time you nearly gave away all of our ninja identities?”

“Or-” Zane added, “when he and Lloyd were working on those surprise mech upgrades and he accidentally said something in front of Kai and Nya?”

“Oh, remember when he spoiled the finale of Cole’s favorite show?” Nya grinned. “Cole was pissed.”

“Okay, okay, so there were a few times,” Jay spluttered. “But those were a while ago! I have many more secrets that I have kept than I haven’t.”

Cole crossed his arms, smirking. “Name one.”

“Well, there was that one time, where I- hey!” He stopped, glaring at Cole. “You’re trying to trick me into telling you a secret!”

“And it very nearly worked. So no. You can’t know.”

Nya shrugged. “Sorry, Jay. He’s right. When you have a secret, you get nervous. And when you’re nervous, you talk. A lot. It would only be a matter of time before you spilled everything to Lloyd.”

“Fine,” Jay muttered. “Keep your secrets.”

Kai jumped slightly as Nya elbowed him, and she frowned. “You okay? You’ve been really quiet.”

Kai shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Is it just me, or… did Lloyd seem like he doesn’t really want a birthday party?”

The others went quiet.

“We’re not going to not give him a party,” Nya insisted. “You know how he gets. He never wants anyone to make a fuss.” Her brow furrowed. “It’s like he still can’t get it into his skull that we care about him.”

“I mean, of course I want to, it’s just… we can’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want.” Kai bit his lip. “It’s been a rough past few months for him. I just want him to be happy.”

“We all do,” Cole agreed. “Lloyd deserves a night just about him, for once.”

Zane frowned. “But how are we supposed to give him the party that he wants if he won’t tell us what he wants?”

“Let me try to talk to him,” Kai said. “He might open up more if it’s just one of us there.”

---

Lloyd, in fact, did not want to talk.

He was more open during their classes the next day, and held casual conversation with him, but forcefully avoided the topic of his birthday whenever Kai brought it up.

He huffed with frustration. What kind of kid didn’t want to celebrate their birthday? He wished Lloyd would just tell him what was going on.

He wasn’t going to, though, so naturally, the next best thing was to follow him.

He wouldn’t call it spying- just finding another way of obtaining information when Lloyd refused to give it himself. Besides, he was doing this to help Lloyd, not to hurt him.

Kai jerked himself out of his thoughts as Lloyd nearly slipped from his view. He gritted his teeth, refocusing on him. Lloyd wasn’t an easy person to follow, either.

When he finally caught up to him, keeping a reasonable distance, of course, Lloyd was hovering near his locker. An unfamiliar, dark-haired kid was leaning against it, laughing at something as Lloyd smiled uneasily. Kai edged closer, his frown deepening.

“Where’s the spike head? And the rest of your gang?”

“Kai?” Lloyd shifted. “I dunno. He probably had homework and stuff to do.”

The guy shrugged. “I kind of found him annoying, anyway. You realize no one could ever get to you when your friends were around, right?”

“I guess that’s… kind of the point.”

“You can’t spend your whole life letting them protect you. If you block out any person who hurts you, you block out anyone who could potentially be a friend, too.” The guy smiled in a way that made Kai wanted to chuck himself between Lloyd and the guy.

“That’s… that’s the thing. No one wants to be nice to me.”

“Spare me the sob story,” the guy rolled his eyes. “I know your dad sucks, but at least you have one.”

Lloyd flinched. “Sorry.”

The guy laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder and shoving him. “Stop being so jumpy, will ya? No wonder kids pick on you, you’re as harmless as a flea.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Lloyd blinked. “I can’t hit them back, or I’ll be in more trouble than I already am.”

“You don’t need to hit them, just show them you’re not a total coward! Maybe if you actually listen to them instead of cringing away, things might change.”

“Listen to them? Are you saying they’re right?”

“What does it matter if they’re right? Look, Lloyd, you’ve already got it hard enough as it is, and you’re making everything more difficult. You’d be so much cooler if you actually hung out with important people and not the outcast-losers you’ve stationed yourself with.”

For the first time since the conversation had started, Lloyd appeared indignant. “They’re not- I mean, you’re not-”

The guy laughed. “See? You can’t even get a word out. You’re so pathetic. You don’t even need the fact that you’re Garmadon’s son to get picked on, you already got it all set up for the torment-”

Kai wasn’t aware of himself pushing forward, he just was, and suddenly he was gripping the guy by the collar of his shirt, a pair of wide, brown eyes staring fearfully up into his.

“Who do you think you are and what the hell are you doing?”

“I… um, I…” the guy swallowed, his throat running dry.

“You treating my best friend like a piece of shit?” Kai shook him. “Are you?”

“I’m sorry!” The guy squirmed. “I didn’t really mean it, we were just joking around, he says that kind of stuff to me all the time!”

“Really? Lloyd. Says that. You sure we’re talking about the same person? Because I do not take nicely to liars.”

The guy squirmed harder. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Just please let me go, I’ll never bother you again!” Kai shot him the fiercest glare he could muster. “You better not.” He stepped back, dropping the kid, and he took off like a bullet.

Turning back to Lloyd, he saw his friend was staring at the fleeing boy with wide, disbelieving eyes, but it quickly dissipated to anger as he turned to Kai. “What the heck did you do that for?”

Kai’s eyes widened. “I was protecting you? From a bully?” Lloyd’s eyes flashed, and Kai actually took a step back. “I don’t need you to protect me! I can fight my own battles!”

Before Kai could even say anything, Lloyd was storming down the hallway and disappearing around the corner.

Kai just stood there for a moment, in shock. What was that all about? Hadn’t he done the same thing for Lloyd a dozen times? Why would defending him ever be bad?

A buzz in his pocket interrupted his thoughts. Kai pulled out his phone to see a new message in the chat from his sister.

irondragonfangirl: how r things going with lloyd

MasterofFiyaaaaa: honestly? i think i made it worse

irondragonfangirl: well u better find a way to fix it soon because his bday’s TOMORROW

MasterofFiyaaaaa: yeah i’ll find a way through to him

MasterofFiyaaaaa: i just hope he listens

irondragonfangirl: don’t worry

irondragonfangirl: he will

irondragonfangirl: just make sure u remember to listen to him too

irondragonfangirl: i have a feeling we haven’t been doing that enough

irondragonfangirl: i feel terrible

MasterofFiyaaaaa: yeah me too

MasterofFiyaaaaa: we’ll make it up to him though

MasterofFiyaaaaa: right?

irondragonfangirl: sure as long as cole doesn’t burn this cake

irondragonfangirl: seriously y did we let him bake it

irondragonfangirl: if i dont respond in the next hour just assume his house burnt down and im dead

MasterofFiyaaaaa: can i have your motorcycle if you die

irondragonfangirl: shut up

---

Kai spent an hour looking for Lloyd after their confrontation, but he couldn’t find him anywhere, and Lloyd, unsurprisingly, hadn’t answered any of the twenty-some texts Kai had sent him, either. Eventually, he had to give up looking for him and resigned to speaking to him at school tomorrow.

His birthday.

In the first class they had together, Lloyd avoided looking at him, and Kai felt an ache in his chest. Today was his birthday. He knew things weren’t going to turn out like he had imagined, but he wanted them to at least be better than this.

Swallowing back his nerves, Kai walked over to him, where he was doodling something in his notebook.

Kai cleared his throat. “Um. Lloyd?”

Lloyd looked up, an expression flashing across his face that Kai couldn’t read, but he didn’t immediately leave or turn away from him, which Kai took as a good sign.

“Happy birthday, dude.”

Lloyd smiled tentatively back. “Thanks.”

Things didn’t go immediately back to normal after that- there was still a tension between them, and Lloyd wasn’t saying much more than a couple sentences at a time, firmly avoiding the topic of the previous day- but at least it was back to a level where Kai didn’t feel absolutely horrible for ruining his day. Lunch, at least, got a smile out of him- as well as a bunch of embarrassed blushing as Nya stabbed a candle into his brownie (they couldn’t actually light it, lighters weren’t allowed on campus) and they insisted on singing to him so off-key that Cole looked like he wanted to punch them.

When the last bell finally rang, Kai headed over to Lloyd’s locker, hoping they could talk now that there weren’t other kids around, but he wasn’t there.

Kai relented, pulling out his phone.

MasterofFiyaaaaa: Lloyd? i know youre upset but can we plz talk?

He held his breath, staring at the screen intensely, as if that would make Lloyd respond.

While he was waiting, a message from a group chat popped up.

irondragonfangirl: what’s taking so long jay, we need those decorations

jaybird123: eta 5 mins

jaybird123: i literally just left class how’d you get there so fast

jaybird123: wait you didn’t use the tunnels did you

irondragonfangirl: no me and cole are bringing the CAKE remember?

irondragonfangirl: im not taking that through the tunnel

irondragonfangirl: we didnt spend 3 hrs on that for it to get squished

irondragonfangirl: i told the nurse i wasn’t feeling well so i could go home early

irondragonfangirl: why didnt YOU take them

jaybird123: i couldn’t exactly discreetly smuggle all these decorations into my locker

jaybird123: mmm cake. is it good?

irondragonfangirl: don’t even THINK about it, that’s not until Lloyd gets here

jaybird123: but im hungryyyy

jaybird123: do i need to pick up anything for dinner?

rock’n’cole: nah it’s cool, we just found out lloyd’s favorite chinese restaurant, the Bamboo Dragon, delivers so we’re gonna order from there

jaybird123: my mouth is watering already

ZaneJulien:0xD;): Jay, you shouldn’t text while driving.

jaybird123: tell nya to get off my case then!

irondragonfangirl: exCUSE me zane you are supposed to be putting up those balloons right now why are YOU on your phone

ZaneJulien:0xD;): Why are you texting me? We are in the same room.

irondragonfangirl: why are YOU texting ME

rock’n’cole: would you guys just stop being dumb and come help me

irondragonfangirl: great now you got cole in on it too

rock’n’cole: would you two just GET OFF YOUR PHONES

Kai was interrupted from whatever turn the conversation was going to take next when he finally got another notification.

thegreendragon: ok. you know where i’ll be

Kai blinked, turning towards the doors and pushing through them, walking out onto the school lawn. The main feature was the football stadium, although there were other things as well- large trees, garden patches for the science classes, picnic tables for eating lunch outside, if the weather permitted. And- although the students were too old for recess, now- there was still a small swing set- a simple, rusty thing, with only two swings, but it served its purpose. Sitting on one of them, gently rocking, was Lloyd.

Kai made his way over, sitting down beside him in the other swing.

“So, uh… can we talk? About yesterday?”

Lloyd nodded, and Kai titled his head at him, trying to gauge his thoughts. “Who was that kid?”

Lloyd breathed out slowly. “His name is Brad. He was my best- and only- friend in elementary school, but we were separated when I moved away. Brad’s family just recently moved to Ninjago City, and I… I was hoping to reconnect with him.”

Kai ignored the twinge of jealousy at the words “best friends.” Lloyd was allowed to have other people than him in his life, and things had obviously changed since then, anyway.

“I’m sorry, Lloyd. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, but from what I saw… Brad was being a jerk to you.”

Lloyd shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, I… he’s changed since we were kids. The efforts at rekindling our friendship honestly aren’t going so well. That’s… that’s why I was in a bad mood. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You were only trying to do something nice for me.” “Don’t worry about me. But this Brad kid… anyone who treats you like that doesn’t deserve to be your friend.”

“I know, I just…” Lloyd sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I was so eager to make a friend other than you guys…” His eyes widened as he processed his own words. “Not there’s anything wrong with you guys, it’s just- I just wanted to actually earn someone who wasn’t friends with me because of a shared occupation.”

Kai elbowed him. “Hey. This whole ninja thing may be what got us introduced to each other, but we’re not friends with you because you’re one of the ninja. We’re your friends because we love you as a person. As Lloyd, not the green ninja.”

Lloyd sniffed, giving him a soft smile. “Thanks, Kai. I’m glad I have you to protect me.”

“You don’t need protection, but you’re stuck with me as a best friend, so you’re going to get it, anyway.”

Lloyd laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His phone buzzed, and he quickly checked it.

irondragonfangirl: the party’s all set up, now the only thing missing is lloyd. did you get to talk to him?

MasterofFiyaaaaa: yeah, we’re cool now. on our way

Kai turned back to Lloyd. “C’mon, green machine. Let’s go enjoy your birthday.”

Lloyd blinked at him. “Huh?”

“Your party, remember? The one Nya and the guys have spent the whole week planning? Or is there some other celebration I don’t know about?”

Lloyd shook his head. “No, no, it’s just- I thought I messed it all up.”

“Don’t worry, we got it under control.”

“Really?”

“This is our teammates you’re talking about! Stubborn as mules. They’re not giving up on you that easily.”

“I… thank you. Thank you guys.”

“You can tell them yourself. We’re going to this party, and we’re going to have fun!”

---

Kai had to admit, he was impressed with what the others had been able to pull off in such a short amount of time.

It was nothing huge or extravagant, but it was a nice little party, and Lloyd seemed to like it better like that, anyway.

They were barely through the doors of the warehouse when Jay was launching himself into Lloyd’s arms, pulling him into a tight hug, the others close behind.

“Happy birthday!” they cheered.

Lloyd hugged them back, laughing. “Thanks, guys, I didn’t- I didn’t expect all this!”

“Are you kidding?” Nya put her hands on her hips, grinning. “We’re pulling out all the stops for our baby bro.”

Lloyd’s smile briefly flickered to a scowl. “I’m not a baby.”

“To us, you always will be,” Kai said, slinging an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair. Lloyd squirmed away, although he was unable to hide the grin on his face.

“Wow, this place really looks different.” Lloyd gazed around at the warehouse with wide eyes. They had pushed aside training equipment to make room for tables and chairs, and green and gold streamers decorated the walls, adorned by multicolored balloons. Someone had plugged a gaming console into the TV, as well as a DVD player next to a box of DVDs- which must’ve been Jay’s, he was the only person Kai knew, apart from Master Wu, who even had DVDs anymore- because Kai still hadn’t been able to convince Master Wu to buy them Netflix on the warehouse’s TV, getting the TV there in the first place had been hard enough as it was. On the far end was a buffet table, filled with rice, chicken, dumplings, and other Chinese staples from the Bamboo Dragon- as well as a beautiful, heavily frosted cake in the center of it all. It was decorated with rainbow sprinkles, making it completely and uniquely Lloyd.

Lloyd’s eyes were on the cake too, his eyes wide. “Cole! It looks amazing! I never knew you were so good at making cakes!”

Cole shrugged, trying to hide his smile. “I’ve had some experience.”

“Hey! What makes you think Cole made it?” Nya sniffed.

Cole blinked. “I did.”

“Well, I helped.”

Cole snorted. “Don’t know if you could call it that. From my point of view, it seems like I was doing most of the work while you were busy texting your boo.”

Both Nya and Jay turned scarlet.

“I was not,” Nya spluttered. “I was making preparations for Lloyd’s party!” “Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to tell yourself.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions too hastily,” Jay said, turning to walk over to the cake. “The true judge of quality will be how good it tastes.”

Nya stuck an arm in front of him. “Not so fast, mister! Dinner first.”

After laughing, playing games, and eating, they insisted on opening presents. Lloyd was all smiles and gratitude with each one, which ended up sparking a debate between the others about whose gift he liked best.

“He totally loved my gift!” “Nuh-uh! Did you see the way he smiled a little differently on mine?”

“Jay, you literally gave him a book. Why would he be excited about that?”

“Not just any book! A first edition Starfarer collector’s comic from when my parents were kids, and in mint condition, too!”

“Why would you want some dusty old comic when you could have the newest Starfarer video game?” Kai argued. “It took forever for me to find one of these, they were sold out everywhere.”

“Starfarer this, Starfarer that,” Cole sighed. “I don’t understand how he could possibly need any more Starfarer things. The record I engraved for him is way more personable and unique.”

“You guys are thinking about this all wrong! You should’ve gotten him a katana like me, something that he actually needs and uses.”

“Statistically, Lloyd spends more time drawing than any other hobby,” Zane said. “Which means my gift of an art book and new set of pencils is logically the best fit.”

“Clearly you guys all have it wrong in the head-”

“Guys, relax,” Lloyd laughed. “I loved all your gifts equally.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jay… it means exactly what you think it means.”

“You can’t even pick one gift?”

Lloyd shook his head. “No way. These are all amazing. Thank you, guys. Really.” His gaze met Kai’s for a long beat. “For everything.”

“Of course. But, just to make things clear, you did like mine the most, right? You’re just saying you liked them equally, so that you didn’t make the others feel bad?”

Lloyd smacked his forehead as the others burst into protest again, and Kai shot him a sharp-edged grin. “I can do this all night.”

Eventually, Lloyd got them to stop bickering- the mention of cake got them all quiet pretty quickly- and after divvying it up, they went over to the couch and played the video game Kai had gotten him. He quickly lost track of time, but time didn’t matter. Even if it meant they would be tired for school the next day, seeing Lloyd like this- half sprawled over his teammates, brow scrunched in concentration as he mashed buttons on his controller, hints of frosting on his lips as he tried and failed miserably to bite back his laughter- it was worth it. He looked happier than Kai had seen him in weeks.

For that, he could even contain himself from bragging about how Lloyd obviously liked his gift best.

#ninjago #ninbingo #my fic #rosie writes #ninjago kai #lloyd garmadon #ninjago nya #jay walker #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #HAPPY BIRTHDAY GREEN BEAN #I LOVE YOU SO MUCH #XD guys i got so excited about lloyd's big day #maybe i have a bit of a problem but shhhhhhhh #hope this did him tribute #tlnm #thanks for reading!#reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!

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FFXIV Write 2021 #15: Thunderous

((A longer one. Violence, blood, and fire. Not safe for heretics or dragoons as we step back to last week and the aftermath of “Heady”...))

“There they are!” X’rhun exclaimed. “Thank the gods!”

Alberic only puffed a breath in agreement as they ran across and down the ravine to where Aeryn was tending to an ashen-faced Heustienne.

“The cavalry has arrived,” the injured dragoon said dryly, her damaged chainmail removed to allow Aeryn access to the wound. Not the worst Heustienne had ever taken, but more than bad enough.

“Thank Halone you’re safe,” Alberic said as X’rhun dropped to his knees next to the women to lend his own aid if needed. “We heard from Kal Myhk you’d tangled with a group of heretics—”

“They took us to Avengret,” Aeryn’s voice cut him off; quiet, too steady, too calm.

For a moment the world paused, until X’rhun’s tail lashed as he turned to look up at Alberic.

Aeryn wasn’t looking at him, her hands resting on her knees now, feet tucked under her. Heustienne’s gaze flicked between Aeryn and Alberic, her own questions barely held back.

“Let’s get Heustienne upright,” X’rhun said gently. “And then get back to—”

“Anyx Trine?” Aeryn interrupted. “Will they tell me the truth if I ask? They must know. If what she said is true.” She turned her head slightly toward Alberic without raising her face, looking at his boots. “She said I should ask you.”

“Aeryn…” His mouth was dry.

She looked up finally, lips parting to say more, but instead she drew in a sharp breath, eyes wide and shining silver, not seeing Alberic or anything else around her now.

He groaned, whether in fear or agony or relief, he wasn’t certain.

——

Alberic followed Corran Striker into the house. It was a pleasant little place, clean and airy. The edges of the walls were lined with brightly painted flower and vine designs, and small pieces of colored glass bordered the custom-framed windows to allow some of the light to also reflect rainbows into the rooms--that couldn’t have been cheap, Alberic thought.

“Please, leave your helm and lance by the door. I think my wife will forgive the boots this time.”

“I keep the lance close to hand, you understand,” Alberic replied as he at least set down his helm on the table by the door.

There was evidence of children; their house slippers by the door, a doll on a chair, a set of tin knights cluttering the low table in the sitting room. His heart ached. “What a lovely home,” he said. “Will the missus and children be joining us?”

Corran shook his head. “Emelia’s running some of her crafts all the way to Fallgourd in the Shroud, and took Zaine and Aeryn with her for the fun. They’ve been cooped up too long, she thought.” He smiled fondly. “It’s a way she deals with her homesickness, and shares that part of herself with our children; she grew up traveling part of the year selling wares as a girl in Thavnair.”

Relief, but also renewed wariness prickled along Alberic’s spine as he followed Corran to the kitchen, leaning his lance on the wall right behind his chair as he took the offered seat at the dining table. “Thavnair? That’s a ways away. Explains the colors though.”

“I got rather lucky,” Corran replied, his tone warm and genuine. “She misses it, but is somehow willing to stay with me.”

“Ever think of visiting?” Alberic asked casually as Corran went about the motions of preparing the lunch he had offered the tired dragoon when they had accidentally met in the treacherous priest’s chapel. Corran had seemed surprised to learn of Comfraire’s heresy, but had offered hospitality despite his own shaken state.

“If there wasn’t always so much work to do, perhaps someday we could,” Corran said quietly.

“I think I’d take the chance, perhaps even move permanently, were I a common man with a family. Get the children far from the war, among the wife’s people.”

“I won’t lie; the thought has occurred to me,” Corran said. “Though I’m surprised, Ser Azure; I’d think one like you would want to keep promising future soldiers for the war in Ishgard.”

Alberic shrugged. “As I said; were I a common man, with a foreign wife who misses her home and children with futures to think of.”

The chronometer in the hall ticked steadily as Corran worked. “Perhaps. Though much as she misses Thavnair, I’d miss Coerthas. I love my home, Ser Azure. There’s little I wouldn't do to see our homeland prosper.”

Alberic did not reply, not trusting his tongue to respond to the man’s gall.

As Corran came to the table with sandwiches and a decent-looking ale, Alberic smiled. “Then perhaps you can aid me in protecting our homeland,” he said. He hoped he was wrong about Corran. “I am tracking a dangerous creature I believe the false priest Comfraire was working with, coordinating an imminent attack from the Horde.”

Corran raised an eyebrow. “I’m but a simple farmer, Ser. I don’t know what help I could be.” He glanced down at his plate.

The chronometer in the hall continued to tick.

“Know you of anyone Comfraire spent time with, when not pretending to holy duties? Places the priest liked to go when not tending the church? I hear you were among those who escorted the fellow on his daily walks.”

“A duty many of us in the community shared,” Corran replied, tone growing strident. “Do you accuse me of heresy merely for minding an old man on his daily constitutional?”

“No of course not,” Alberic answered. He pulled the correspondence he had found in Comfraire’s hidden desk drawer from his pack. “These letters however do indicate guilt.”

“Well that is another story, isn’t it?” Corran asked, leaning back in his chair. The humble farmer demeanor fell away as he crossed his arms. “Why play along?”

“I wanted to be wrong. You seemed like a decent man with a family you love.”

“I do love them,” Corran replied, voice low and cold. “You’re very unlucky you came this day.”

“She doesn’t know what you really do, does she?”

“And once we’re rid of you, she never will,” Corran said bluntly. “Our war doesn’t concern her.”

“And the children?”

Corran’s grey eyes clouded like thunderstorms, his lips drawn into a snarl. “You’ll never touch them.”

They both leapt, chairs clattering to the ground. Alberic reached for his lance while Corran moved with preternatural speed to the sideboard, pulling a hidden blade he managed to raise in time to block Alberic’s swing.

The house was torn and broken as they fought, Alberic barely able to acknowledge the damage as they threw each other against walls and through furnishings. Corran had an advantage with his shorter blade in the cramped space, but Alberic was a far more practiced fighter. If he could get hold of a sword--or better disarm Corran of his--then the heretic would soon be at his mercy.

He finally saw his moment, spinning his lance to baffle Corran’s blade before using his more heavily armored frame to knock the taller man through a door and into what had to be the master bedroom.

The sword went sliding the opposite way down the hall, and Corran laughed bitterly.

“Give it up, Striker,” Alberic said, pointing his lance. He could see Corran’s waist and legs, but the broken door obscured his head. “Tell me about the coming attack!”

Corran's laugh only continued, growing deeper and more growling. Alberic’s eyes widened as he saw Corran’s body jerk, bones cracking and skin tearing, swelling as scales overtook skin.

He swung to drive his lance down through the man as a roar shook the windows, and through the back wall an aevis tore its way inside, the colorfully bordered window panes shattering across the bedding. The dragon leapt at Alberic, and he swung up, barely blocking the creature’s jaws from clamping onto his still helm-less head as they skid down the hall from the momentum of its impact.

Alberic managed to roll out of the way as the aevis let loose a gout of flame, the fire catching on broken furniture. It came for him again but he had made it to his feet, dashing back toward the kitchen for room to move. The aevis lunged at him as Alberic braced himself, a heel against the base of the sink.

His lance caught the beast’s chest and with a roar of his own from his Inner Dragon surging forth, he used the dragon’s momentum to pierce it deeper, throwing it over his shoulder and halfway through the large window, more bright glass breaking as the thing flailed, screaming flames across the yard as it bled out around the lance through it.

Alberic had no time to retrieve his weapon as Corran came for him, tearing apart the walls to fit his new bulk through them to get to the dragoon. He was larger than most transformations Alberic had seen, a heavy red wyvern, powerful and burning, his eyes filled with the same intelligence they had held as a man.

Alberic swore and dove out of the way of claws longer than his own hands. He managed to duck and roll under and past Corran and back into the hallway, needing the smaller space to disadvantage the dragon. Assuming said dragon didn’t just shoulder the walls out of his way, his fiery head rearing back to blast Alberic.

He barely managed to dodge, the heat unbearable as the walls with their pretty flower paint warped, melted, and crisped in the heat, flames now filling the house. He couldn’t last in here much longer, but also couldn’t let this fight further endanger the rest of the village, the commotion surely drawing attention, though any other knights would be too far away while Corran likely had more allies nearby.

His feet hit more metal that clattered, and he remembered Corran’s sword. As the beast came for him again, Alberic ducked to retrieve it, rolling in low as Corran leaped at him. With another shout, Alberic swung up, sliding along the floor on his knees as Corran passed overhead, the sword slicing down the wyvern’s side.

Corran screeched, landing heavily against the door in a tangle, blood flowing freely, wings and talons unable to get purchase in the too small space.

Alberic breathed heavily as he stood and hurried into the kitchen. The aevis was still jerking through its death throes, making a pathetic, pained cry as he yanked his lance from it, more blood pumping onto the sink and floor.

Alberic returned to the hall. Corran watched him, panting himself, lifesblood pooling around him as smoke filled the air.

“Finish me,” the dragon rumbled, in something resembling Corran’s voice. “But I want a promise first.”

“A promise?” Alberic asked. “Why should I pledge aught to a heretic?”

A weary claw gestured, holding a limp, blood-covered ragdoll. Alberic went cold. “For...them. They’re innocent. But we both know...Inquisitors….”

Alberic coughed as he shivered. They wouldn’t care that the children were only children. They wouldn’t care if Mistress Striker was Thavnairian--if anything, that would make it worse for her, no matter if she truly was unaware of her husband’s sins.

“Maybe...she’ll take them home,” Corran said. “She misses it. They could have…Not this.” His eyes met Alberic’s.

They were the grey eyes of a man.

Alberic nodded. “I promise,” he answered, as he pushed his lance through the wyvern’s heart. “Your family won’t pay for your sins.”

When he opened his smoke-stung eyes again, the dragon was gone, Corran Striker’s lifeless form before him, eyes colorless glass, smiling in relief.

Alberic considered for a moment, then drug Corran’s body toward the heaviest flames devouring the house, throwing him into the fire. With luck it would be so burned as to obscure how he had truly died, if Alberic was to keep his reckless promise.

The aevis in the kitchen was dead finally. Alberic retrieved the correspondence knocked to the floor during the scuffle, and gritting his teeth, threw all but one sheet into the flame as well; there was mention of a tower. If nothing else he could salvage something from this mess.

The heat and smoke were too much now, and people outside were shouting and trying to put out the flames, a woman screaming as she glimpsed the dragon half-hanging from the kitchen.

Alberic stumbled outside, battered and bloodied, and fell unconscious at the feet of the Strikers’ neighbors.

—————

It took only a few eye blinks before Aeryn’s groan echoed Alberic’s from a moment before. X’rhun tried to call to her, but she was on her feet in the next eye blink. She whirled in Alberic’s direction, braid whipping so quickly the end came back around to strike her cheek, unnoticed. Her eyes were a storm, lightning crackling in them.

Alberic did not move. He distantly realized that there was nothing any of the three of them could do to stop her of all people.

She flung herself forward and he took the weight of her body slamming into his, her hands gripping at his coat.

That was all.

Alberic didn’t dare move as she trembled against him, head down. X’rhun and Heustienne watched, breath held. Perhaps they had realized the same thing he had.

"I'd forgotten the windows,” Aeryn said hoarsely. “They were almost new; a Starlight gift from him, for Mama."

Alberic said nothing. What could he say?

“You didn’t tell me.”

He sighed. It took a moment to make sound. “By the time I’d realized who you were, why you were so familiar...Well, we had that mess with Estinien and neither of us were in any shape for more terrible revelations. Not the easiest thing to tell a girl you’re the man that killed her father, regardless of the why. And...If the Inquisition, the Ward, if any of them had found out…”

“I’d have handled them,” she said. Neutral, a matter of fact. She wasn’t one to boast.

“Perhaps,” he said. “I thought...Your mother took you to Thavnair. You would have a life there, away from the war. I never expected you to return. To be...this.”

“You should have told me.”

“I know. And you know I’m a sentimental, craven fool.”

She laughed, a wild, bitter noise, finally looking up. Her eyes locked with his, and he thought for as much as she looked like her mother, her eyes were too much like her father’s.

“X’rhun, can you make sure Heustienne gets back to Anyx Trine?” She said, not breaking her gaze with Alberic. The storm still rumbled in her eyes, but all he could see was old smoke.

“Of course,” the Seeker answered. “Aeryn—”

“I’m going home,” she said, shoving Alberic away. He staggered, barely managing to keep his footing. She was stronger than she looked. “I need time to think and rest.”

“You mean Revenant’s Toll, yes?” X’rhun demanded, tail still lashing.

Aeryn only nodded once as she retrieved her pack from next to Heustienne.

“Call me via ‘pearl when you arrive,” X’rhun insisted.

She paused for a moment, then nodded again, shouldering her pack and walking away.

“What the seven hells am I missing?” Heustienne asked after they watched Aeryn’s red coat vanish among the hills. “What did she see? What did you do?”

“Later,” X’rhun said, helping her to her feet. “Let’s get back to something resembling civilization first; Avengret’s heretics may still be on the trail.”

Alberic said nothing, simply following along as they made their way across the wilderness.

#FFXIVWrite2021 #Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Writing #Backstory #Dragonsong War #Alberic Bale #X'hrun Tia #Heustienne de Vimaroix #Corran Striker #Aeryn Striker

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fallen-gravity · 3 years

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Aftermath

A whole summer later, and Mabel's still having nightmares about being trapped in her bubble. One unfortunate morning, Ford just happens to be the one who overhears her crying in her sleep.

Notes:

A huge, huge shout out to @ariasofelegance

A little white ago I reblogged a silly post that said something like "come into my inbox and tell me what my writing brand is", and without hesitating she dragged me into the dirt. Got me so on the nose that it backfired and whoops, I wanted to write it.

Said ask can be found here

Hope you’re happy with the results, Rin ;)

AO3

It’s the sound of sugary pop music seemingly wafting in through her bedroom window that wakes Mabel first. She assumes it’s just an alarm she doesn’t remember setting, and frantically waves her arm out for her nightstand so she can turn it off and go back to sleep for another minute or ten.

Then it’s the fact that her hand smacks something that squeaks, and okay, maybe Waddles accidentally left one of his toys in her room. He’s got plenty, so she can shrug off that as long as it’s not his favorite then he can go another few minutes without it. She’ll bring it downstairs to him when she wakes up, or if Dipper rises before her he can bring it downstairs instead.

It’s fine. She can brush those things off, and to prove it to herself she turns over on her other side and brings her blanket up to cover her ears. If anyone needs her they’re gonna have to climb the stairs all the way up to the attic and tell her themselves. She smiles to herself at the thought, and settles easily back into her sleep.

It doesn’t really click that something’s…off until the sun shines in through her window. Despite knowing that she’s facing away from her window, the sunlight still pierces through Mabel’s blanket and lands right into her eyes. Even for the mid-summer Oregon sun she’s gotten accustomed to, it’s uncomfortably warm and unreasonably bright for so early in the morning.

…Stranger still, she’s sure that Dipper would’ve already complained about it before she did, or at the very least, she’s sure she already would’ve heard him shuffling around the room by now.

Mabel takes it to mean that he must already be awake and downstairs, and groans. It still doesn’t explain why the sun is so painful in her eyes, but she guesses that could be a result of her sleeping in later than she’s used to.

“Alright, universe, you got me” Mabel mumbles, and stretches as she finally pushes herself into a sitting position. Opening her eyes is a bit tougher with the sun still harshly shining into them, but it’s manageable, and…

…This doesn’t look like the attic.

She attempts to rub the sleep out of her eyes, in case she’s still not fully awake yet, but no, the image in front of her still doesn’t change. She’s about to try standing up to see if walking around will help snap her out of her haze, but before she can even kick her feet over the edge her bedroom door swings open.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Mabel sighs. “Can you close the window? I can’t see a thing”

“Sure thing, Miss Mabel!” a cheery voice that is decidedly not Dipper’s replies, and with a snap of their fingers the lights go out. Now that her eyes finally adjust, Mabel’s able to glance around her room, and…

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no.

There are stone statues of her face in every corner of her room, piles of rainbow plushies stacked all over the floor, a collage of sweaters all over the wall, inflatable furniture scattered everywhere, and most notably, a large rug with a bright shooting star embroidered into the center.

“Miss Mabel?” the strange voice asks again, and a bright pink hippo steps into view towards her bed. “Is everything okay?”

Mabel frantically scoots backwards in her strange bed. “Stay back!” she tries to shout, but everything comes out as more of a panicked waver. “Stay back or I’ll grapple hook you in the face!” she frantically pats all around her body for any sign of her trusty weapon.

The hippo tilts its head in confusion, a squeak emerging from it. “Oh, Miss Mabel, you’re a riot! Don’t you remember?”

Mabel freezes in her frantic patting. “Remember what?”

The strange hippo laughs. “Our volleyball match! You promised you’d play with me, but then you took a suuuper long nap instead!”

Mabel shakes her head. It can’t be. It can’t be. She knows Dipper already came to rescue her, she knows they already took the bus back to Piedmont together, she knows they promised to stick together through thick and thin.

Or…did they? What if that was all part of this sick fantasy too? What if Bill just made her believe that Dipper came to her aid, when he’s actually been captured, or hurt, or worse, and Bill is still pacifying her for as long as he can to keep Weirdmageddon going?

She can’t breathe. She tugs at the collar of her turtleneck, but that only makes things worse, because it’s not until she notices the hot pink of her collar that she realizes she’s wearing her shooting star sweater. She wants to rip it off and claw at it until it comes apart thread by thread.

“M-Miss Mabel?”

She has to get out of here.

“Of course!” she replies, just to avoid suspicion. “Let’s go play some volleyball!” She claps loudly, and the pink hippo grins, seemingly unfazed by her behavior.

“Great!” it beams, and bounces happily out the door. Mabel follows more slowly, casting nervous glances everywhere she looks for any signs of creeping yellow eyes.

“Oh, shoot!” the hippo shouts once they’re outside, and Mabel nearly jumps a mile out of her skin.

“What is it?”

“We don’t have enough players,” the hippo pouts. “I can go see if I can find anyone who-”

“No!” Mabel shouts, and a few beachgoers freeze to cast glances her way. She blushes, and tries again. “I...I mean, we could always get my brother to play with us! Where’s my good ol’ twin brother?”

For the briefest of moments the hippo’s eyes flash yellow, but they’re back to normal just as quickly.

“Over here, sis!” Dippy Fresh waves, approaching them on his skateboard.

Mabel steps back, shaking her head. “Where’s my real twin brother?”

The crowd of beachgoers begins murmuring uncomfortably to each other.

“Aww, c’mon sis, don’t be like that!” he grins, jumping off of his skateboard and taking a step closer.

“You’re not my real brother” she hisses. “None of this is real! I know it isn’t!”

She’s shouting now, but she doesn’t care. “Come out and face me yourself, Bill! I know you’re out there! I don’t want to take part in this sick fantasy anymore!”

Everyone around her gasps, and between one breath and the next she’s painfully tackled to the ground.

“Mabel Pines!” an unfamiliar voice shouts, mixed seamlessly with the shrill echo of Bill’s. “Not only have you broken the one and only law of Mabeland, you have also spoke up in defiance of Bill Cipher, the true creator of this land. A simple court trial will not be enough. For these transgressions, you will be taken straight to the Fearamid for proper punishment”.

Mabel’s face pales. “W-wait! I was only just kidding!” She pleas, but a strong pair of arms is already lifting her into the air. She kicks and thrashes, but no matter how much she fights back, more pairs of hands seem to grab onto her and keep her in place.

“No!” she shouts. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise! I’ll do anything you guys want! I’ll never leave you again!”

“It’s too late!” Bill’s voice finally separates itself from the crowd, and he manifests himself in front of her. He lifts her into the air, and she starts thrashing even harder, but nothing she’s doing is working to free herself from her grip.

At the very back of her mind, she thinks she can hear someone shouting her name. But she’s sure that’s all just part of the illusion, that Bill’s using the sound of her own family against her to torture her one last time before she never sees them again, and-

Something brushes against her forehead.

Something soft, and warm, and comforting, and so humanlike compared to everything else around her that it’s enough to make the every single aspect of the illusion disappear into thin air all at once, even Bill himself.

Everything’s black, and then, with a blink of her eyes, she’s staring into Ford’s eyes, soft and loving and pooling with worry. It doesn’t take long for her to piece together that it’s his hand on her forehead.

“Mabel?” he asks, and she realizes quickly that it had been his voice shouting her name in the bubble.

She gasps, bolting upright, and does her best to recover her breathing. Ford doges out of the way to avoid smacking heads, but stays right where he is beside her, rubbing soothing little circles into her back.

Her throat hurts. She must’ve been shouting in her sleep. She wants to cry, but she can’t even do that right, because the moment a sob tries to escape her throat her chest feels like it’s closing up, and she can’t take a breath anymore, no matter how much air she inhales.

“It’s okay,” Ford whispers to her. “Deep breaths”

Mabel shakes her head. “I…I can’t”

“Yes you can,” he replies, firmly but kindly. He scooches closer to her, slowly as not to re-startle her. “Mabel, look at me”

She does. His eyes are so soft, conveying so many grounding, human emotions that the single moment of eye contact alone is almost enough to completely ground her back to reality. “You’re okay,” he murmurs, once she’s finally able to maintain eye contact without her eyes trembling. “You’re awake, I promise” he offers his hands out to her. “Reach out and squeeze my hands if you need to, but I promise that I really am right here”

Mabel reaches out and takes his hands in her own. They’re so much bigger than hers, and they’re rough with calluses and there’s quill ink stuck under his nails, but they’re so comfortably the hands of her great uncle, all the way down to the extra sixth finger on each hand that the sob stuck in her throat finally breaks its way through. He’s not just another illusion, he’s not a perfect copy that Bill sent to keep her complacent, he’s just…Grunkle Ford.

Mabel throws herself into his arms as her sobs overwhelm her small body. She buries her face into the collar of his turtleneck, and forces her eyes to focus on a little loose strand sticking out at the back of his neck. It’s just a tiny little imperfect detail that could easily be snipped or sewn back into place, but a little imperfection like that to let her know she’s home is more comforting than she’s willing to admit.

Ford wraps his arms around her and holds her closely. He gently runs a hand through her hair, whispering I know and it’s okay over and over again into her hair, and she just buries her whole face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of coffee and ash and ink coming from his sweater like it’s a lifeline.

She stays in his embrace until her sobs finally calm, and they pull away gently. She wipes at her nose with her wrist.

“I’m sorry”

Ford shakes his head. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, dear. I know firsthand just how awful it feels to suffer through a panic attack alone”.

Alone?

She glances to the other side of the bedroom, and finds Dipper’s bed empty. Her heart drops to her stomach. “Wh-where’s..?” she starts, but Ford places a gentle hand on her shoulder before she can finish that train of thought.

“Dipper’s okay, he’s outside with Soos”

“Grunkle Stan?”

“He ran out to the store, but he’s okay too”

Mabel buries her face into her hands. “You didn’t…come in here because you could hear me from downstairs, did you?”

Ford shakes his head, a fond smile itching to spread across his face. “I came upstairs when I’d heard you were still asleep and didn’t want my favorite niece to miss out on such a beautiful morning,” he pauses, the smile on his face vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared. “But then when I came in to wake you up, you looked like you were having a panic attack in your sleep, and…” his voice trails off. “You started…crying out names.” He winds a protective arm around her shoulder, and gently squeezes her arm. “I’d never want to make you recount something so awful, but if you want to talk about it, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon”

Mabel sighs. It isn’t even close to being the first dream she’s had about the bubble, so she should be used to all of these strange feelings by now. But this particular dream felt the most based in reality, and it’s the first time Bill’s actually shown up and threatened to hurt her to her face.

She returns his gesture, winding an arm around Ford’s back and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. She scooches just a tiny bit closer to him and rests her head on his shoulder. “I…” she begins, squeezing her eyes shut to brace herself. “I was trapped in Mabeland again. Except it wasn’t like all the other times I’ve had nightmares about it where I knew something was off and I hit the ground running as soon as I realized where I was, it was more like…I felt like I’d always been there.”

With her free hand, Mabel brings the collar of her sweater all the way up to her nose. Anything to distract her from her uncle’s worried expression burning into her. “It was like everything we did last summer was for nothing. I woke up in my bed in the castle, and everyone was acting like it was peachy keen. I tried asking someone about where Dipper was, just for some sense of normalcy, but all that did was summon that dumb clone Mabeland created of him so I wouldn’t get too lonely. I know it’s dumb, but the whole thing just felt…too real. Like I was still stuck there, and the apocalypse was still going on out here, and the whole rescue mission was just a sick dream that Bill put in my head to trick me into believing everything was okay”

Mabel squishes her face into Ford’s sweater and just forces herself to focus on his scent, on the soft material of his sweater, on the gentle pattern of his breathing. “Everything was ripped away from me, Grunkle Ford, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I tried speaking up for myself, but that only made things worse, because Bill showed up, and he-”

She’s suddenly painfully aware that she’s trembling again, and can’t help the tears building in her eyes. She tries burying her face even further into Ford’s sweater to collect herself and keep going, but before she can she feels Ford’s hand at the back of her head, gently holding her in place as she cries.

“It’s okay,” he tells her, his voice a soothing presence among her racing thoughts. “You don’t have to keep going.” He’s back to gently petting her hair, and the gesture is consistent and familiar enough to ease Mabel’s crying. “I’m so sorry that you’re still having nightmares about this”.

“It’s okay,” she sniffles, and finally finds the strength to pull herself away from his sweater. “It’s not your fault”, she says, and her eyes drop to the hardwood floor of her bedroom. “I’m just so scared, Grunkle Ford.” She grips onto the edges of her skirt. “I know that I shouldn’t be, because I know Bill’s been gone for a year and I know everything’s okay now, but I just can’t help but feel that everything’s not.”

Ford nods solemnly, and for a moment he doesn’t respond, until he shifts in his sitting position so he’s facing directly towards Mabel rather than beside her. “Mabel, may I show you something?”

Mabel blinks, her head tilting slightly in confusion. “Sure, Grunkle Ford, what is it?”

Ford rolls the sleeves of his turtleneck up to his elbows. His wrists are covered in faded white slits, and the rest of his arms are covered in burn scars, scratches, gashes, and decades-old bruises that never healed properly. Some of them are still red and blistering, and others look so faded that she could just as easily mistake them for birthmarks.

It hurts Mabel’s heart just to look at them. Her hands hover cautiously over them, and she glances at the wonderful great uncle that they’re attached to. “C-can I…?”

He nods. “Sure.”

Mabel gently runs her fingers along each of them so lightly that it’s almost as if she isn’t touching them at all. She knows that he’d been hurt in the past, and she knows that it couldn’t have been easy roughing it out in the multiverse for thirty consecutive years, but it breaks her heart to see the evidence of it all up close.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Ford sighs, cutting into her thoughts. “But most of these don’t come from the portal” he pauses to rub at the back of his head. “Or, rather, they do, but not in the way that you probably think”

Mabel pauses. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…sometime after Bill betrayed my trust, but before I was able to get the metal plate in my head to keep him out, he’d take advantage of our deal that let him into my mind whenever he pleased,” he taps at his forehead. “He was furious that I shut down the portal, so any time I fell asleep he’d use the opportunity to hurt me as much as he could. He never wanted to kill me because he was convinced I’d change my mind in due time, but he felt the need to torture me so I’d never act against him again. He’d slit my wrists, he’d burn me, he’d do just about everything he could to make sure I could feel the repercussions of his actions when I woke up.” He rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. “Thankfully he was never able to break a bone before I woke up in time to stop him, but…” he trails off, and for the briefest of moments he looks as though he’s lost in thought.

“I’m getting ahead of myself,” Ford blushes, snapping himself from his own thoughts before Mabel has any time to ask if he’s okay. “The point is,” he says, “Just because you know he’s gone now doesn’t mean that he never hurt you. Your nightmares are your scars, and they’re just as real as the scars under my sweater.”

Mabel wants to respond with a proper thank you, because she’s genuinely touched by the validation, but there’s a part of her that just can’t move past all the gashes and scars on Ford’s arms. She knows she’s seen similar cuts elsewhere, maybe not nearly as dire, but she knows in the back of her mind that’s just because she was just barely able to stop them from becoming much, much worse.

“I don’t think it’s just the nightmares” she mumbles, just barely loud enough for Ford to hear.

“Hmm?” Ford hums. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Mabel runs two fingers gently around the white scars on Ford’s wrist. “I don’t think it’s just that he hurt me, I think it’s that he hurt a lot of people that I love, too.” She shakes her head. “I know there isn’t a lot I could’ve done to prevent it, but…I was so oblivious to it, Grunkle Ford. I had no idea he was hurting so many people until it was almost too late”.

She keeps rubbing gentle circles into his wrist, like she can make the scars and all of the memories of the pain he went through vanish into thin air with her loving touch alone. “Dipper’s got these scars too. I know he’s okay now, but…” the sigh that escapes her is broken and shaky. “I know that much worse things could’ve happened to him, too”.

Ford frowns. “He…did tell me about being possessed, yes. But he also told me that he couldn’t have gotten his body back without your help. Bill’s a master at trickery, Mabel, it’s not your fault you couldn’t recognize him in Dipper’s body”.

…But she also knows that the reason Dipper was possessed in the first place is because he was up all night trying to crack a code that she told him she’d help him with, and she also knows that if she found out that it wasn’t Dipper controlling his body until it was too late, then…

“He wrote a letter”

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop herself, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, tears building in her eyes again.

“Who did?” The soft smile slips off of Ford’s face. “Dipper?”

Mabel shakes her head. “Bill wrote a letter when he was still in possession of Dipper’s body. I’ve never shown it to Dipper before because I didn’t wanna freak him out, but I just…couldn’t bring myself to throw it away, because I was so afraid that if I did, Bill was going to find out, and wait until the moment my back was turned so he could…” her voice trails off, and she can’t finish the sentence no matter how badly she needs to get it off of her chest.

“Mabel?” Ford asks, his voice dripping with worry.

She shakes her head, and hops down from her bed to reach underneath. She grabs a seemingly useless crumped up piece of paper, and carefully unfolds it and pats down all the wrinkles before she offers it to Ford. “Before he could do this,” she replies, her voice barely rising above a whisper.

Ford takes the letter from her, and Mabel takes her seat back on the bed beside him. All she can bring herself to do is just watch as Ford’s expression becomes more and more horrified as he reads further down the letter, and the hurt in his eyes when he looks into hers when he finishes reading is palpable.

“I’m scared, Grunkle Ford” she repeats, her mouth continuing to speak before her brain can stop her. “I know Bill’s gone for good, but how can I be so sure that everything’s okay when I know that this is what he could’ve done to my brother?”

For a few painfully short moments Ford says nothing. Mabel’s sure he’s at a loss of words, or that it was a mistake showing him the letter because he’s freaking out now too, but much to her surprise Ford’s next move is pulling her into his arms again and hugging her so tightly it’s as if he never wants to let go again.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into her hair, but doesn’t give her enough time to respond before he keeps going. “Mabel, I’m so sorry you’ve been burdened with this. You’re the last person I would ever wish to feel so unsafe that you can’t even trust the quiet moments.”

His breathing sounds broken and shaky, but if he’s tearing up at all he’s doing a really good job at hiding it. “You don’t deserve any of this. You’re too young to feel like you have any responsibilities over anyone’s life or death. I’m so sorry that he made you feel this way”

She knows he’s not the kind of person to use his words carelessly. She knows that he’s phrasing it this way because he recognizes his own behavior in her. She doesn’t respond verbally, but she reciprocates the hug best she can, and a heavy sigh escapes Ford when she does. They stay there in silence for a few short minutes, just reveling in the comfort and safety of the other’s arms.

When they finally pull away, Ford seems to have gathered his composure again.

“I promise, Mabel” he takes one of her hands into his own. “I promise you that he’s gone. He can never hurt you or me or Dipper or Stan ever again. It doesn’t mean he hasn’t, and it doesn’t mean that recovering from that sort of pain will be easy, but if there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that he’s never showing his face here again”.

Mabel finally crumbles in his arms. She’s sobbing again, but it’s a cathartic kind of sob, and she’s gripping onto Ford’s shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping her together.

“And even if he does, I know just the grappling hook to scare him away”.

Between her sobs, Mabel can’t help but giggle.

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