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chibipeachu · 5 months

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Painful Petals | Aleksander. M

A/N: Its based off that one tik tok audio Warnings: softer!aleksander? Fem!Reader WC: 1485

Part two

You smiled at genya as she fiddled with your hair.

“What is it?” She questioned with a small, tired smile. “I’ll miss this with you genya…” She tilted her head to the side curious at your words.

“You’ll just be moving rooms after the fete, not like you’re going away….you’re not leaving, right..?” She questioned.

“No, but it’ll be a bit different around the palace after tonight..” You trailed off, thinking of a certain newly found couple in the little palace that included your husband.

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As genya walked out of your room and towards Alina she ran into aleksander who paced around the halls.

“Ms Saffin.” He greeted.

“General.” She nodded back. As she went to turn into alina’s room she stopped in front of the doors and turned to aleksander.

“Is lady kirigan alright?” She questioned, making aleksander raise his head and look at genya with an unreadable expression.

“Why do you ask?”

Genya shrugged.

“Just seemed off this morning.” She said before walking into alina’s room to get her ready for the fete.

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You looked at your dress with a heavy heart, it wasn’t your husband’s black, it was a dark green gown.

Tears fell as you looked over your closet and noticed the farthest item in the back being your wedding kefta.

You sighed before wiping away the tear and closed the closet doors before walking towards your bed and opened the nightstand.

WIth shaky hands you pulled out an old journal, you flipped through pages til you found your desired page.

“Hanahaki Disease | Death do you part.”

Your tears fell down your face as your felt a dreadful cough crawl up your throat.

It had begun before alina had arrived to the little palace, when aleksander hid his affair with zoya from you.

You noticed in the beginning you delt with weird petals in your coughing fits, you had panicked and ran to a healer where they claimed you as fine.

The second thing you took note of was when you had coughed up flowers buds and thorns mixed in.

When you had discovered the journal you had been tempted to hide it away, it wasn’t till you had hard time breathing properly you went back to the journal to read the rest, you had learned of your condition and kept in silent, it was already hectic with the new sun summoner around.

You had brokedown when you found out the outcome of your illness, you had grown to accept your fate, who knew possibly the saints were going to reward you for being brave by dealing with the illness by giving you a loving life in the next.

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You smiled as you greeted guests who passed by you.

“That’s general kirigan’s wife, poor thing hasn’t got a clue..” Two ambassadors gave you pity looks as they noticed zoya walking by aleksander who spoke ivan and feydor.

“Saints, bless her..” They whispered as you excused yourself to walk over to aleksander.

“Gentlemen.” You greeted, making them turn to you and greet you back.

“May i steal him away for a bit?” You questioned, your arm looping aleksander’s for support.

“Of course, lady kirigan!” You smiled and walked yourself and aleksander to the nearest balcony.

“You look nice tonight, aleksander..” You smiled as him as you let yourself go from his arm and held onto the balcony railing.

“You as well.” He looked around the balcony and noticed your gaze on the dark sky.

“I still remember when you snuck us out to see the stars..” You chuckled to yourself.

“You remember that?” Alexander asked, surprised.

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“I don’t we should be doing this, what if we get caught by someone, we don’t have a chaperone..” You rambled as aleksander helped you onto his horse.

“Well, i’m their general..” He tried to argue back.

“Oh my bad, you’re the general, that changes the story now!” You both laughed as he had the horse trott through the forest.

“Where are we even going?” You questioned, looking around at the passing trees.

“You mentioned, the palace grounds were always to lit to see the stars.” He turned his head to see your embarrassed expression.

“You remembered?” You smiled as he slowled the horse down and helped you get down.

“Why are you surprised?” He chuckled as you looked at the sky with a wide grin.

You both had sat on the grass and watched the stars for a bit before your spoke up.

“No ones snuck me out of my room to show me stars, thank you aleksander..” You turned your head to him where he smiled at you.

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“Had a hard time explaining why I had grass stains on my nightgown..” you both laughed at your words.

Before aleksander could say anything else, ivan came to tell aleksander of the lantsov’s.

“If you excuse me..” You grabbed aleksander’s kefta sleeve.

“Before you go, i just wanted to tell you, that you were a wonderful husband experience..” you smiled, sadly at him.

“Thank you, now i must go greet the lantsov’s.”

You left go of his hand with a heavy sigh, you quietly stood out on the balcony, weeping at your upcoming fate.

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As you walked into the palace you watched as alina and aleksander do their demonstration.

You felt your stomach twist as you caught the way he stared at her, it was how he looked at you during your wedding.

Without anyone noticing you had ran to your new room, all of your things had been put away and set in their correct spots.

Finally being alone in your room, you broke down.

You cried over the lost of your marriage, your husband and soon your life.

You had questioned why the saints were torturing you by the thoughts of your husband with alina or zoya.

A rough cough came out of your mouth, bloody rose buds fell out of your mouth along with petals and thorns.

You gasped as it got stuffier in your lungs to breath properly.

Your eyes watered as you fell to your knees, giving up as a rose blossomed out of your throat, choking you out.

Your times with aleksander fled your mind as you laid on the floor, accepting your fate.

He was a wonderful experience.

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A scream from down the hall made alina and aleksander jump from their position on the war table.

As the pair tried to brush it off a rapid knock on the doors made aleksander sigh and moved away from alina to answer.

“Yes, what is it?” Aleksander was taken back, it was a tearful genya and sorrow looking feydor who stood in front of him.

“Lady kirigan…” genya broke down as she tried to explain it.

“We’re sorry…lady kirigan has..passed on.” Feydor explained, aleksander stood up at the news.

“Excuse me?” He questioned.

The pair lead him to your room, where the servants had laid you in your bed, ivan watched over with a pitiful expression.

Aleksander walked over towards your bed and noticed the curtains surrounding the bed were drawn closed.

He drew back the curtain and froze at the sight of your body.

There you laid, lifeless. A bloody rose blossomed out of your mouth, ivan had been the one to shut your eyes to let your rest.

“What happened to her?” He questioned, his hand running to your hand were is was barley warm anymore.

“A servant found her on the ground with bloody flower petals and thorns around her..” Ivan explained.

Aleksander kept his eyes on the rose. “Everyone out.” He commanded, his voice wavering a tad.

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Once the door had shut, he let tears fall as he held your hand.

“I had just seen you hours before, you were fine..what happened?!” He ranted, shaking your hand, hoping for you to stir and tell him it was a cruel harsh joke.

Memories of you played in his mind as he held your hand to his cheek.

“You look nice tonight, aleksander..” You smiled as him as you let yourself go from his arm and held onto the balcony railing.

“You as well.” He looked around the balcony and noticed your gaze on the dark sky.

“I still remember when you snuck us out to see the stars..” You chuckled to yourself. It was nice to hear your laughter again.

“You remember that?” Alexander asked, surprised. It had been years since.

“I had a hard time explaining why I had grass stains on my nightgown..” you both laughed at your words.

Before aleksander could say anything else, ivan came to tell aleksander of the lantsov’s.

“If you excuse me..” You grabbed aleksander’s kefta sleeve.

“Before you go, i just wanted to tell you, that you were a wonderful experience..” you smiled, sadly at him.

“Thank you, now i must go greet the lantsov’s.” He rushed off, unbeknown to him, it would be the last time he left you behind.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“You were, my everything.” He whispered quietly.

#the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #aleksander morozova x you #the darkling x you #general kirigan x you #shadow and bone x reader #aleksander morozova x reader

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sebbianas · 8 months

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do you think sirius recognized signs of child abuse on harry when he stayed at grimmauld place that one summer and immediately brokedown because he failed not only as his godfather but after everything james has done for him to escape his own abusive household?

#sirius black #harry potter

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yourhighnesssblog · 2 months

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How ignorant and blind can mother become of her own child being there for her, wanting her attention and affection but receiving nothing but blames, scolding and repeated "your never gonna be like your perfect brother" speech each time . Like that moment when Kristina brokedown out of sickness and she only could think about " her Erik " while being totally oblivious to her only living child holding her close, feeling worried about her but getting no response whatsoever.

That scene is so sad and depressing.. He just child left all alone to deal with his own ambiguous emotions coupled with the death of his beloved brother and ended up with being outed publicly by his own cousin.

How can she not see him? ... How can she not be there for him when he needed her the most? .. How can she not love him as much as she loved Erik??

Why she must always deal and talk to him as her own heir, as crown prince not as her own and the only one son..?? Why the monarchy always come first and motherhood come next??

#wilhelm young royals #young royals #yr s3 spoilers

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godhasforsnakenme · 5 months

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I want a whole series with Fourteen & Donna. Like that episode was just so great.

We have the Doctor showing how caring this version of them is by saying it out loud, by holding her hand, reassuring her thar everything will be alright, calming Donna down with acts of physical contact (the stark difference not only between ten, but also thirteen oh boy)

Then the breakdown – gave me waters of mars vibes, David's acting is just so amazing in that entire scene – showing us how the events with the Flux has left them, and how he wishes Donna could understand him without having to explain it. To share the pain of learning the beginning of his life, how they came to be, is a complete lie.

"A million years."

To unpack everything from the events of the timelord victorious, to the Ponds, learning gallefrey did not fall, events as Twelve, and then finally, you get to the newests of torments having learned of the timeless child.

For fucks sake I need them both to sit down and talk about it.

We also got to see how Donna is traumatized of being left behind again by the Doctor. That he somehow couldn't tell the difference between her and the no thing. Plays into the whole self-worth bit. And can I say, Catherine Tate, that acting was *chef kiss* because for a second I was convinced the damn thing had copied Donna 100% and I would've brokedown crying with her being left behind omfg

Also loved that whole parallel thing with their conversations when the no things are first shown, it was a quite nice way to prelude the horrors.

#dania rambles about shit #doctor who spoilers #doctor who #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #wild blue yonder #does this count as meta? idek at this rate #killed me with that small “is it you?” and “all those years. I missed you”#absolutely brilliant this pair is and I'm afraid of saying goodbye so soon #we just got them back and now nothing will ever compare again #you know what? back to ao3 and the drawing board of wips #also anyone else get Midnight vibes? like somehow the no thing are related to the shadows?#give me more horror episodes please and thanks

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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 9 months

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König HCs

Because why not lads. These are some of my personal ones regarding the lore I’ve put together for him. TW: untreated mental illness, childhood neglect, burn injuries, surgical trauma. Uh, some other shit, too, probably. Idfk reader beweader you’re in for a sceader.

Bro has BPD. It covers a lot of the beloved fanon interpretation of him being clingy and hot/cold and scared of being left. He’s got Fear Of Abandonment Syndrome, and he’s like 10% more likely to make a fucky wucky on himself and end up sleeping in the forever box.

Source: I have it and my baby girl only gets the best of the worst from me.

H a t e s d o c t o r s. And hospitals, and surgical procedures, and anything of the like. He’s probably already got more health issues than a blue blood racehorse just from his sheer size alone - prone to heart issues and musculoskeletal strain - but there’s no way on god’s green earth that he hasn’t been through a handful of major procedures because he’s diagnosed with human knife block and bullet sponge disorders respectively.

Sub-point A: born with a cleft palette and lip. Palette was corrected, has a turned second incisor as a result. Lip was botched. Pulled a pot of boiling sugar off a stove and burnt a big-ass portion of his face, neck, chest, and stomach. Multiple painful reconstructive and corrective surgeries to deal with keloid scarring.

Sub-point B: psychology might help OTHER people, but HE is built DIFFERENT. He’s not crazy, you see, and if you suggest otherwise you’ll suddenly develop a case of Backpfeifengesicht and he’ll provide the violence. DBT? That’s Dick and Ball Torture, babey.

Despite this, he lies through his teeth at psych evals. He knows the “right” answers, and he is not going to get his livelihood taken away from him, even if it’s not exactly what he wanted. If he’s answering for his own actions, he can swerve and intuit what thing will calm things down the most and get him the smallest punishment.

Developed most of his wheedling skills as a kid, parents were neglectful as shit. Mostly disregarded him during his upbringing. Youngest of three, an eldest sister and a brother. Not in contact with any of them.

He’s 34. I don’t know if I’ve accepted him being a Colonel into my heart as my lord and savior, I’m still figuring that one out until there’s more concrete canon material besides a loading screen.

Grew up in a hoarder house of apathy, alcoholism, and depression and it was DISGUSTING. Black mold, water damage, trash everywhere, travel lanes carved through the most useless fucking junk. His parents bred Doberman dogs to sell as guard/security dogs, and some lived in the house, adding to the filth and destruction. He can’t stand a dirty house, and as an adult has an insane cleaning routine. Often stress cleans. You could eat off his bathroom floors.

He Does Not Like Dogs. Period. He especially hates Dobermans. He doesn’t like dog breeders worth a fuck either, good or bad.

Did not have any sort of media or anything as a kid. Parents didn’t spend money on tech or pop culture stuff, they were kind of stuck 30 years behind everyone else. His parents were older when he was born, he was very unplanned and not particularly warmly welcomed. Kept himself entertained out in the boonies, did a lot of reading, learned to juggle, learned to juggle knives. Had a big brokedown half-draft horse to take the kennel dogs on longer walks in the country, horsebacked a lot.

Soon as he was in the army, away from his family home, and living on his own, he got his first cell phone and computer and pretty much started living on the internet. He’s self taught in a couple of programming languages, very tech literate, halfway kind of lives on Reddit (narrowly swerved getting redpilled, thank fuck) on his personal time, and built his own PC set up. Built one for Horangi, too, and gives Stiletto advice on her own build when she asks for it.

H E H A T E S K L A U S

Bc I said so, everyone I love hates Klaus. All my homies fuckin hate Klaus.

König was raised secular Jewish, really doesn’t know all that much about it and didn’t get a bris or bar mitzvah, it’s just like Yeah That’s What I Put On Papers to him. Klaus is always getting in his shit about Austria and WW2. König’s grandparents made it out of the camps and went on to become: a microbiologist, a professor at the Austrian University of Veterinary Medicine, a multi term mayor of a small village/candy maker, and a beloved homemaker. The brilliance of the family seemed to leech out with each passing generation, and König sees himself as the dead end of it all.

König has rocked Klaus’s shit about the shitty jokes before and will do it again.

Favorite rugby club is South Africa, and he has an intense crush on Faf de Klerk even though he’s been traded to Japan. He’s kind of hot for all scrum halves tho lbr here.

Lunch break is over and this is ridiculous, will probably do more later.

#könig #konig #konig call of duty #könig mw2 #call of duty #mw2 #konig cod #idk I just slap tags around and go hehe #my head canons

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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19 and 7? idk i’m feeling very lovey dovey today

based off this prompt list

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Peter was chanting the words between breaths, you haven’t seen him like this in a long time.

He had brokedown in front of you by accident, he didn’t mean to. It just happened, you weren’t supposed to see this, see him like this. He was supposed to comfort and protect you, not the other way around.

May said one thing that made him overflow, then it was a trickle effect. You asked ‘what was that about?’ and the next thing he remembers is holding his bent knees and having his head tucked in between sobbing and repeating his sorry’s. He can feel you brushing his hair back and rubbing at his back pressed into you so you can feel your heartbeat.

It makes him feel worse.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

You held him tighter and shushed him, placing a kiss to his forehead.

“You are everything. Everything. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you.”

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #my writing

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blurscolours · 1 year

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part One

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Summary: An attack on Arthur’s imprisoned brother Orm leaves him with no choice but to rely upon you, a friend made due to unfortunate circumstances nearly a decade ago, to provide safe haven while he restores peace to Atlantis. Suddenly tasked with sheltering a sullen former king results in a very different summer vacation than you had originally envisioned, but changes both of your lives forever.

Warnings: Language, Discussion of Injuries, Discussion of Events of Aquaman Movie, Reader Has No Dietary Restrictions, Orm Is A Picky Eater, Arthur Is A Drinker, Alcohol

Word Count: 1781

Sunset Country, Northwest Ontario, Canada – Summer 2019

You leaned back on the lounge chair, looking out over the diamonds on the water of the lake where you had spent your summers since the year you were born. It has been in the family since the 1920s. The footprint of the cottage had changed over the years, as had the neighbours, but never the peaceful scenery. The granite rocks, the crooked jack pines; they had been there for centuries and would remain long after you were gone.

As the world became less and less familiar, the consistency of this place was a comfort to you. It was why you had decided to spend the month of August here for summer holidays. You glanced over at your phone as it chimed with a message on Facebook Messenger. Probably a reply from Tom. You unlocked the screen and looked over the panorama of the coast he’d sent in reply to your panorama of the lake. You really needed to get back to Maine one of these days…

A well-earned respite from the daily grind! It’s a beautiful day down here, too. Enjoy your vacation!

You replied with a GIF of Eddie Murphy in a lounge chair enjoying a glass of champagne with the caption ‘vacation mode’ and chuckled at his reply of laughing emojis. Sure, Facebook and it’s Messenger companion weren’t for the cool kids anymore, but out here with only WIFI, they were the most reliable way to stay in touch with others.

You set the phone down and took a sip of your own cool beverage before burying yourself in the book you’d been saving for this exact purpose. You passed the day reading, swimming a few times, enjoying some snacks, but never really leaving the dock. The lapping of the water on the rocks, and the creak of the floating dock attached to the solid one upon which you sat were your soundtrack. It was heaven.

It was just about time to head up to the cottage, to think about dinner, when two figures suddenly burst out of the water and landed on the end of the floating dock. The water you had been drinking missed your mouth entirely and poured down the front of your bathing suit, the cold shock against your warm skin propelling you to your feet with a gasp.

“Jesus fucking Christ” You exclaimed. “Arthur?!” You squinted at the dark haired, towering man who you had not seen in person in nearly a decade. “What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even…” You trailed off as your manners caught up to your shock. There was someone else with him.

Arthur smirked a little as he strolled across the wooden boards towards you. “Easy Brokedown Girl, can’t I visit an old friend?”

You nodded dumbly, but your eyes were resting on the figure beside him…His blonde hair shone in the long light of the afternoon, his eyes were a pale blue. He didn’t stand as tall as Arthur but was just a broad and perhaps even more imposing due to the stoic look upon his face.

“Orm, this is Brokedown Girl. Brokedown Girl, my brother Orm.” Arthur’s introduction pierced through your thoughts, and you cleared your throat.

“It’s been seven years, Arthur. Will you ever let me live it down?” You smiled to them both and introduced yourself properly to Orm. He nodded in return and that is when you noticed the rips in his black suit…it looked akin to a wetsuit but definitely seemed more advanced. Arthur wore something similar, though with more structure and gauntlets. Most noticeable, however, were the wounds on his brother’s exposed skin. “Why don’t you come inside and tell me why you’re really here…”

You grabbed your things and led them up to the modestly-sized cottage, holding the door open for them as they filed in, finding themselves in the kitchen.

You headed further into the building, through the open dining and living room and down to the hall to grab a couple of towels and the first aid kit from the bathroom, before returned to guide them to sit on the wooden chairs at the dining table. They would take the damp better than the soft furniture of the living room.

A screened in veranda with a pair of day beds and a few chairs was attached to the front of the cottage, facing the lake, accessible from the dining room, while access to the back deck lay opposite, facing miles of uninhabited forest.

You came up to Orm, admittedly intimidated by his handsome appearance and cold demeanor, but set the first aid kit in on the table in front of him.

“I’m trained in first aid; can I help you?” You asked while trying to assess the extent of his wounds.

He shook his head.

“No need. I will see to it myself, where may I get cleaned up?”

You nodded and led him to the bathroom, leaving him with the first aid kit and more towels before coming back to Arthur who had stripped to the waist and was towelling himself off at the table. Well at least he didn’t seem injured. You grabbed him a cold beer from the fridge and offered it to him, hoping it would help him explain what was going on.

He took a grateful, and deep, swallow before looking to you and sighing. “He was supposed to be safe. Our mother had been visiting him, things had been going so well…”

You held your breath at the mention of his mother, holding back your shock, and nodded as though you knew the full story. You were honestly just relieved he’d started talking. Your nod was enough to prompt him into a fuller explanation. Of the attack on the surface, the ring of fire, the trident, finding his mother…that part brought a smile to his face…the battle, and finally the defeat and imprisonment of his brother. By the time he finished his story, Orm had joined you at the table, bandages visible through the tears in his suit, his hair combed back neatly.

“I am going to find out who did this…I am going to bring peace to Atlantis and then all seven of the kingdoms…but I need to keep you safe, little brother. You’ll stay here with Brokedown Girl.” Orm opened his mouth, most likely to protest, but Arthur shook his head and continued.

“No one but my father knows who she is or that she even exists. You know how hard it was for us to get here, it is the safest place for you to be until I fix this.”

You swallowed tightly, processing the extensive information he had just provided to you, and now the fact that you were going to be sheltering his brother.

“Are you certain, Arthur? You know I’m not…”

“You are the safest place in the entire world. There is no one I would trust more with my little brother.” He interrupted you firmly.

You nodded in reply, lost for words at the heartfelt nature of his statement.

“Well,” You cleared your throat “You’ll be needing something food before you head back, right? Steak and potatoes?” You stood and grabbed the ingredients from the refrigerator, seasoning the steaks and washing the potatoes before wrapping them in foil. You could hear them talking to each other quietly as you worked, and you consciously ignored them. It was obviously not a conversation for your ears.

You cooked everything on the barbecue on the back deck, burning any remnants of food off the grill while the steaks rested to prevent any temptation to the local bear population. You made a salad just before you sat down together to eat. Arthur was ravenous, obviously having used a lot of energy to get his brother to you, so far inland. Orm was somewhat more reticent. He tried bites of the steak and potatoes, mostly seeming to gravitate toward the salad, but hunger eventually won out and he cleared his plate as well.

You were already planning on going into town to get him some clothes. You’d make sure to buy some food more to his liking as well. The sun was beginning to set when Arthur announced he would get going. The two of you followed him down to the dock as he pulled his suit back onto his torso while walking.

“I will come back once it’s safe.” He grabbed Orm’s forearm and pulled him in for a hug. Orm seemed somewhat stiff in the face of the affection but nodded as Arthur pulled back.

“Just remember you can’t text me out here, ok?” You reminded him, giving him a hug. “Be careful…” You said firmly but offered a smile.

“Don’t you worry about me, Brokedown Girl. Just make sure he doesn’t cause any trouble.” He patted your head, and you shot him a look of annoyance. Orm did not look overly impressed with his comment either. Neither of you had the opportunity to reply, however, as he promptly leapt backwards into the lake, leaving a ripple of wake in his trail as he shot off through the water.

You turned to Orm, the light of sunset playing off the water onto his striking features and swallowed.

“Well…I’ll, uh, show you your room.”

He turned to you and nodded. You were close enough to see the stunning blue of his eyes. A shade reminiscent of some tropical waters off in the Pacific somewhere. You managed to turn away before he saw you swallow visibly, or at least you hoped that was the case. You led him back up into the cabin and down the hall past the bathroom and towards the bedrooms. You stepped into the one beside yours, looking out over the water.

“Will you be comfortable in here?” You asked.

He nodded quietly. “It will do, yes.”

You smiled a little, relieved. “I’m just next door, please let me know if you need anything. I’ll be up for a while yet reading, but I understand in you’ve had a long day?”

He nodded again. “I will retire for the night.”

“Good night then.” You smiled again and stepped out, leaving him to his privacy.

You cleaned up the kitchen and sat on the veranda as the night closed in, cooling off from the heat of the day. You tried to pick up your book again but found your thoughts drifting…drifting back to Arthur’s words, back to his brother just down the hall. You sighed as you looked out over the water and couldn’t help but feel like your life had just become very, very complicated.

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#orm x reader #orm marius x reader #orm imagine #orm fic #orm marius imagine #orm marius fic #ocean master x reader

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0asisbliss · 1 month

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Hello! I saw you wrote a fic of Aizawa, so i was wondering if you could write one im which his daughter is in his teen years and she arrives home completly drunk and wasted?

And then next day she kind of brokedown and stars crying and apologizing for being a shitty daughter?

Sorry?

A/N: Thank you for requesting! Please be free to request again!🩷🤍 SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS!!

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol usage, reader has a mental breakdown in front of Aizawa.

You and some friends were always planning to do things together, but something either always came up or you chickend out. When your friend came begging you to come with her to a party you thought it was you first chance at going to one of those parties everyone talks about.

You get dolled up all nice and pretty wanting to look your best. You got a text from your best friend saying that your crush would be there. Of course you had to look your best when it came to him.

To get to the party your friend would pick you up. You snuck out at night making sure Shinsou, and Aizawa were asleep. Shinsou wouldn’t really care, but you still made sure to do it at a time you knew they would be asleep at out of the way.

At the party you found your crush. You two actually hit it off pretty well. You both were having a good time. Your friend left somewhere with her boyfriend. But you automatically know where they went. So you decided to make the conversation a little bit fun with drinking. I mean your friend does it all the time, and she’s fine, so you thought nothing could go wrong.

Meanwhile at home Aizawa got up from his slumber this usual happens because of his messed up sleep schedule. He goes in Shinsou’s room to find him sound asleep then he enters yours. He looks around quickly thinking to himself that everything is quite dandy, and goes back to bed. It’s not until checks a second to make sure his eyes wasn’t tricking him to realize you were gone.

Oh now it’s bad. Where could you be? Did you runaway? No. You had no reason to run away, so where did you go? He quickly wakes up Shinsou, and asks where you might be, and he doesn’t know. Now Aizawa starts to overthink the possibility of you being kidnapped. But no. Not that either he sure he would’ve heard something.

He didn’t hear any struggling or crying at night, and he’s sure he’s already woke up like 3 times already.

He goes to sit on the couch in the living room and stares into space. Where could you be?

A couple hours pass and Aizawa hears the jingle of keys at the door. He jumps up to answer it. It’s you, but you look horrible. Your hair is messed up, your makeup looks terrible because your mascara has flowed down your face almost like it was your dried up tears, and your eyes were red.

“Oh doll where have you been?” He says in a worried tone you pay absolutely no attention to.

“Havinfundumbass..” Your words are slurred together in way Aizawa can barely understand, but he understood enough for his heart to drop to his feet and tears start to well at his eyes.

“I-I was worried, and you didn’t tell me anything so I was making all these assumptions and-.”

“And I don’t care-.” You stumbled all the way to your bedroom and plopped face down indicating to him that you were tired.

Aizawa gave up, and he decided that he would deal with you in the morning.

You got and did your morning routine just like every other morning with you. You went into the kitchen to see your father making breakfast. That’s when it all hit you again. You were being a bitch to your father.

“Hey dad..”

He ignored you. He didn’t even spare you a second glance.

“I’m sorry.. I should’ve at least asked or something..” You thought this would work because it worked all those other times you did it to get yourself out of situations like these.

But again he ignored you.

That’s when tears officially started to run down your face and your hands start to shake as if you were holding in something, and just can’t take it anymore.

“Dad, dad I’m sorry okay. It was stupid please. Please don’t ignore me I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Even as you kept repeating yourself as in you were saying a mantra you still felt a hole in heart.

“Do you know how it feels to think your daughter ran away or worse? The person you love so much? Thinking they just got up and left. You don’t think [name]. Nonetheless I forgive you.. just-just don’t do anything like that again?”

“O-Okay..” Your lip formed a pout as you turned around to leave to go to your room. Even though you were forgiven you knew he wouldn’t forget that night, and what you did.

#mha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa #lovely anons5️⃣⭐️

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a-little-bit-of-ships-in-my-life · 3 months

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Persona 5 Royal Bad Ending in where Akiren accepts Maruki's offer.

But somehow, in some way, Goro is able to break free after having to stick with the script of this false reality while being completely aware of what happened. Now, that he is finally free with his actions, decides to break down every PT's true wish and make them aware too.

He, pissed AF at Akiren, decides to comfront him with the rest of the Team, only to realize that Akiren has finally brokedown mentally after His Own Actions, and just like Sumi, he's determinated to keep this Perfect Reality standing.

Now, Goro, Morgana, Ann, Ryuji, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, Haru and Sumire has to comfront their Leader, But the problem is.

He's way stronger that all of them.

And he's set into having Everyone living their best there. Because he will not let go another opportunity to have Everyone Alive With Him.

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I wonder whay Leo's reaction to the Dee's Pops would be cuz one one hand he's his twins dad! Ine the other... whay if he tries to take Dee away again?

now that you say that, i think Leo would be a bit jealous of Raphie and probably feel a little threatened. Like he's only had Dee back for two years by then, but he's gotten so used to his presence, he's not sure he can go back to not having him around.

But he saw how Dee brokedown when Raphie stepped through that portal. He saw how it took several hours for his twin just to calm down from it. How, even once Dee did calm down, he still clung to his pops like he'd disappear the second he looked away.

Like he understands how Dee's feeling right now, he felt it when Dee came back (still does sometimes). But that doesn't mean he just wants to see Dee leave again.

I think Leo eventually comes to the decision that if Dee decides to go back to living in 03, that he would go too. B/c as much as he loves his dimension, he really can't handle being away from Dee again, even if they have a reliable way back and forth. He joked joke with Raphie telling him something like "if you bring Dee back with you, i'm coming too. We're a two for one special now. Two kids for the price of one. It's a hell of a deal."

(Dee doesn't. He keeps his main living area to be Rise b/c his siblings need him and he's content knowing he's not separated from 03s like he was before. Also he wouldn't want to make his pops and uncles put up with the chaos that is his twin for more then a week or so at a time lol.)

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #adopted donnie au

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 6 months

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What did life look like for the boys before being kidnapped? Wat drew family bonding MC to their first victim out of the boys? How did they go about kidnapping them? ('u' )

Oh my, well let's start off with the easiest to answer first. Ian, like most Ian's, was the childhood friend of y/n. Once their folks "disappeared" they played up their morning, both so they wouldn't seem suspicious and so Ian would pity them enough to spend the night with them. One night became two, they started calling him bro and sis "as a joke" but "brokedown" one night and told him how comforting it is to have a sibling around. After all that you started teasing him, having your big sib help you in the shower isn't such a big deal, right? Don't make it weird Ian, what do mean I'm making it weird? You're the one who's getting hard at seeing your big sib naked~

The method varied from victim to victim so it's hard to sum up in one go? Their main stratigy is to just lock them up in their basement until they adjust or drug them so heavily they couldn't stand up straight enough to leave

And, pretty normal I guess? The STC were a clown troop, Joseph took random jobs and did sex work, Nick had his whole influencer/sex worker thing he always does. Again, you'd have to be a bit more specific for me to really know what you want to know

#whispers of an angry god #family bonding #sdj Ian #sdj Joseph #sdj Nick

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immxrtalbi · 2 years

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Tom: I’m not good with remorse.

Harry: No shit you’re not. You told Draco ‘sorry for your lost but your dad was a piece of shit!’

Tom: I didn’t lie. He was.

Harry: Yes but you don’t say that to someone who just lost a loved one!

Tom: Draco agreed.

Harry: He brokedown crying after that!

#tomarry #tom riddle #harry potter #mis cosas

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eeunoia · 7 months

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i was wondering if you can write an au whereby y/n is a delivery girl and sunghoon fell in love with her at first sight. he kept calling the same franchise hoping y/n could deliver the food but y/n never appeared. losing his hope, he decided to give up. until he coincidentally ran into y/n when her motorbike brokedown. you can continue from there

Hi anon, thanks for your request. This is so cute, omg??? I will post it by the weekend.

#—anon #ily

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Borrowed Time | Four

Summary: Crystal goes throught the worst days of her life.

Warnings: major characther death, funeral, grief.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I cried like a baby while writing this and that's saying something for someone that doesn't cry easy. I'm so sorry in advance.

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The news about the new deadline of the mission was like pouring cold water on the pilots. Crystal was glad that Warlock was the one responsible for letting them know what happened, with the supervision of Cyclone that was sitting at the back of the class, Hondo close to him.

“Sir, no one here has successfully flown a low-level course.” Coyote spoke up what all of them must be thinking.

“Nevertheless,” Warlock began, “you’ve been ordered to move on.” He then looked at Maverick. “Captain.”

“We have one week left to focus on phase two.” Maverick started explaining. “It’s the most difficult stage of the mission. It’s a pop-up strike with a steep dive, requiring nothing less than two consecutive miracles. Two pairs of F-18s will fly in a welded wing formation.” He continued. “Teamwork.” He stressed. “Precise coordination of these aircraft is essential to both the mission’s success and your survival.”

Crystal observed, by her place at the corner of the front side of the room, the whispers between the pilots. They were worried. Rightfully so.

Maverick continued. “Egress is a steep high-G climb out to avoid hitting this mountain.”

“A steep climb at that speed, you’re pulling at least eight G’s.” Hangman said with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

“Nine.” Crystal cuts in getting the attention of the class. “Minimum.”

It was Rooster’s time to speak. “The stress limit of the F-18’s airframe is 7.5.”

“That’s the accepted limit.” Maverick explained. “To survive this mission, you’ll pull beyond that, even if it means bending your airframe.”

Crystal can see Cyclone’s worried expression and the weight of the knowledge hovering in the room as Maverick continues speaking.

“Sir.” Phoenix called. “Is this even achievable?”

“If we didn’t believe you could do it we wouldn’t be here.” Crystal spoke up.

For days Crystal watches as the pilots fail time and again to reach the results expected of them. She can see Maverick’s worries increasing tenfold each day, her own fears eating her from the inside. Until the dreadful call.

It was Warlock himself that came to the control room to get her. She could sense that something was wrong just by the look on his face.

“It’s your father.” He confirmed her fears, guiding her to Cyclone’s room.

“Icebreaker.” Cyclone called her as she entered the room. He was standing behind his desk. “Mrs Kazansky called.”

Crystal stops breathing.

He continues. “An officer will escort you to your home. Your father needs you more than us now.”

“Thank you, sir.” She said, a knot forming in her throat.

“If you need anything…” Cyclone started.

“I know who to call, sir.”

He nodded at her.

“Dismissed.”

The ride home seemed like it took ages. Crystal looked through the window the whole time, not able to focus on anything, her mind running a mile a minute.

“Lieutenant Commander?”

She heard the officer call, slowly turning her head to look at him.

“Ma’am, we are here.”

Crystal looked up to see the front of the family house, still disoriented.

“Thank you.” She said, getting out of the car.

Her brother was waiting for her at the front door.

“He’s asking for you.” William says with a sigh.

Crystal doesn’t ask anything because she was afraid of the answer. She climbed the stairs two steps at a time. Her mother was waiting for her outside of the room.

“What happened?”

“He got worse quickly.” Her mother says with tears in her eyes. “The doctors medicated him for the pain but they don’t know how much time he’s going to hold on.”

She saw the moment her mother brokedown. The tears fell freely as Crystal took a step forward to hold her.

“He’s been asking about you all day.” Sarah said.

“Why didn’t you call me earlier?” Crystal asks as the both of them pull away.

“He wouldn’t let me.” Her mother gave her a sad smile. “Said he didn’t want to disturb your work.”

Crystal shook her head.

“Hardheaded.”

“You’re one to talk.” Sarah joked as the both of them stared at each other for a minute. “Go. Go talk to him.”

Crystal nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare herself as she reached for the doorknob. The sight waiting for her wasn’t a strange one. Ice had been bedridden a couple of times, what got to her was the coughing. It was way worse than it had been the past few days. When he saw her he smiled, signing for her to get closer.

“Hey you.” She repeated the same thing he used to say to her when Crystal was little and sneaked into his office. He smiled and turned his head to type.

Hey you. He mimicked.

“How are you feeling?” Crystal asked, straightening back a strand of hair that was falling to his eyes and caressing the side of his face.

He leaned into the touch.

Better now. Ice gave her a half smile.

She knew what he meant and the knowledge was bittersweet. The both of them loved their work. Damn, he was still working a couple of days ago, never asked her to leave until now. Still, she felt guilty of not being by his side more.

Crystal heard him typing again.

Don’t.

“What?” She asked.

I know that look. Ice gave her a pointed look. You’re feeling guilty about me. Don’t. You couldn’t have done anything more than what you’ve been doing. Loving me.

“You’ve always made loving you easy.”

He dismissed her words with a wave of his hand but the little smile on his face warmed her heart.

Maverick?

“He’s doing the best he can.” It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t want to worry her father and Mav was, indeed, doing the best he could.

You know, you’ve never been a good liar.

Crystal sighs. “You’ve always known me too well.”

You’re too much like me. Ice laughed and then it turned into a fit of cough.

Crystal rubs his back when he half sits to catch his breath. It breaks her heart seeing how clearly it was that he had gotten worse.

He tipped again. What are you not telling me?

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Crystal sighed.

Ice nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he observed her.

“What?” She asks softly.

Crystal watched as he struggled to talk.

“Dad, no.” She pleaded.

“I…” He started. “Love…”

“I know.” Crystal said, unable to fight the tears from falling from her eyes, voice breaking. “I love you too dad.”

He caressed the side of her face with the back of one hand. Crystal took it in both of hers, placing a kiss at his knuckles. Then her father patted the spot near him on the bed. It was like muscle memory, she had done that so many times during her life. As a child because she was jealous of her brother and wanted as much time with her father as she could get. Then as a teenager after receiving a bad grade or heartbroken by one too many of her crushes. Everytime she was on leave from the academy because she missed him too much. And then as an adult as much as it was possible considering their erratic life and mismatched schedules.

Crystal lays down beside him, her head resting partially on his chest, their intertwined fingers above his heart.

“I love you so much, dad.” She said, swallowing down a sob.

One day. That’s all they got. By the next dawn Iceman was gone.

It was difficult for Crystal to believe that the man who raised her and she loved so much was gone. It felt like a bullet piercing her flesh, like there was a whole in her heart. At the same time she felt numb. She was the one to call Cyclone to pass on the news, and then she called Maverick.

“Mav…” She started unable to contain the sob stuck in her throat. “He’s gone.”

There was silence from the other side of the line as she cried.

“I’m on my way.”

Her mother was crying profusely, wrapped up in the arms of her brother. The kids were sleeping and Crystal’s sister-in-law was the one that came to check in on her as she sat down on the steps of the front door to wait for her godfather.

“I know is dumb to ask you if you’re okay.” She said, looking down at Crystal. “But I just wanted to let you know that I’m here if you need some company.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Crystal says “Yes.” Then she paused for a moment trying to find the words. “Company would be good.”

Melanie sat down beside her, pulling Crystal into a sideway hug, one of her hands rubbing up and down Crystal’s arm. It was funny if you think about it. William was a couple of years younger than her, so was Melanie, but the both of them were already married with two children. And here her sister-in-law was, comforting her as if Crystal was one of her children.

A few moments later Maverick’s bike pulled up at the front of the house. Melanie excused herself when Crystal got up. When Maverick reached her, pulling her into a tight embrace, Crystal broke down.

“What am I going to do now, Mav?” She asks, voice cracking from crying too much.

“You’ll keep on living.” He said, shedding a couple of tears himself. “For him.”

The funeral is a blur. Crystal feels like she is drowning, watching it from underwater. She sees the squad there, and so many people in uniform, as it should be. Her mother receives the flag, Mav craves the wings on her father’s casket, the gun salute. Everything passes by her as if it’s nothing. She doesn’t cry until she’s the only one left at the cemetery, on her knees by his gravestone. It is then that she hears an unexpected voice.

“Mav is going back to the house with your mother.”

She turns her head to look at Rooster.

“Thought I should check up on you, ma’am.”

“Crystal.” She says, before really giving it a thought. Bradley frowns. “Crystal is fine.”

He spins the cap in his hands a couple of times. “It seems too personal.”

She nods and answers “It is.”

“My condolences.” He offers.

“Thank you.” Crystal says. “I think you know that feeling well.”

“Too well,” he answers. “Well enough to know that whatever people say right now won’t mean much.”

“Crystal.”

She recognizes her brother’s voice.

“Maverick took mom home, are you coming with us?” He asks, acknowledging Rooster with a nod.

Crystal looks at the gravestone, then at the pilot observing her.

“I think Rooster can give me a ride?” She half affirms, half asks, looking at the pilot.

“Of course.” He answers, nodding and looking at William silently reassuring him. “I’ll take her home.”

William sighs, then nods, taking a step forward to place a kiss on Crystal’s hairline, turning around and murmuring a “thank you” to Bradley before leaving.

She stays there, kneeling on the ground for a few more minutes. Then she sighs, resigned. When Crystal makes a move to stand Bradley offers her a hand, supporting her as she stands up.

“Thank you,” she says.

He only nods, walking beside her to the parking lot. Bradley opens the door of the truck for her and then drives to her house silently. There’s no need to give him directions, Crystal knew Bradley had come to the house a couple of times since Mav had pulled his papers. Her father had stepped in as some kind of mentor to him since he joined the Navy.

When he pulls up in the front of the house neither of them make a move to get out. It should feel strange, Crystal knows that. She had met Bradley only a couple of times before she was assigned for this mission, where she is his superior officer. Her family and friends are inside the house and yet, for some reason, Crystal believes that he, more than any other person, could understand her better, given both his past and military background.

Crystal reached for the door handle and then stopped, turning her head to look at Bradley, who was already looking at her.

“Do you wanna come in?” She asks.

“It’s better not, don’t want to cause any trouble, especially now.”

She sees his eyes fix on Mav’s bike before they’re back on her. Crystal nods.

“Thanks,” she says. “For checking up on me and for the ride.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Kazansky, I can only imagine the pain you’re in right now.” Cyclone says as Crystal sniffs. “Just wanted you to know that, whatever you need, you can ask me. I’ve already granted your leave, from now on you have two weeks at home. After that if you need more time you can come talk to me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“On your way out, call Maverick in.”

Crystal nodded before leaving. Maverick was already in the corridor when she left the Admiral’s office.

“Cyclone is calling you.” She says.

“You’re okay to go home?” He asked, holding her by the arms, taking in her tired appearance.

“William is outside.”

“Good,” he said, “good.”

He released his grip on her to enter Cyclone’s office when she caught his hand.

“Be careful”

He nodded, kissing her forehead.

Crystal sighs, walking out of the building. She is reaching the doors when someone calls her.

“Lieutenant Commander, ma’am.”

It’s Rooster. He salutes her before talking again.

“I just wanted to check how you are, ma’am.”

She looks him in the eyes for a moment, surprised by the demonstration of concern from his side.

“Walk with me.” She says, opening the door so they could go outside.

The sun is scorching hot and for a moment Crystal is happy for not being in her flight suit.

They are halfway to the parking lot when she stops.

“It would be a lie if I say I’m alright.”

“Wouldn’t expect you to be.”

There was nothing but sincerity in his tone. Crystal looked back at him, finding him already staring at her.

“Why do you care so much?” She asked, confused.

Bradley took a deep breath. “Your father was important to me and he talked about you a lot.” He paused. “Mav too. It just feels like I know you for much longer than I do and I kinda feel like we started on the wrong foot.”

“Forget about it.” She reassured him. “I already did.”

He nodded at her. In the background, they hear Phoenix calling for him.

“Go,” Crystal said. “I’m on my way out.”

“If you need an ear to listen.” He offered.

You gave him a half smile. “I won’t refuse that.”

He nodded and then left.

Crystal watched him go away and then walked to the parking lot with a sigh. Everything felt wrong and she just wanted this feeling to go away.

Not long after she arrives home, Hondo calls her to let her know that Maverick was cut down from the mission. Crystal expected that the consequences of years and years of Maverick’s actions would catch up on him now that her father was gone, she just didn’t expect it so soon.

The next call she gets it’s unexpected, though.

“I’m so sorry for calling you at such a hard time.” Penny says from the other side of the line.

“No, it’s… Just the circumstances we are in.” Crystal sighs. “I just hoped we would get more time.” She wasn’t sure if she was talking about her father or Maverick anymore.

She had heard about Penny more than once. The admiral’s daughter that got Maverick in trouble. Well, he got himself in trouble with her, truth be told. Now older, Crystal learned that Mav had a thing for pissing off any admiral’s that weren’t Tom Kazansky.

“We knew this wouldn’t last for long.”

“Yeah.” Crystal agrees. “You’re right.”

“Look, it pains me to ask you that but…” Crystal practically hears the cogs turning in the other woman’s head.

“Do you want to meet?”

“Would it be too much to ask? I believe he will be coming by.” Penny says.

“Send me your address.”

Penny’s house is just by the sea. The gentle breeze is almost comforting as Crystal walks to the front door, knocking. A blonde girl opens the door for her.

“Can I help you?” The girl asks.

“Hum, I’m here for Penny.” Crystal says, feeling a little out of place.

“Mom, there’s someone here for you.” She calls out for Penny, looking back at Crystal with a smile. “It’ll be just a minute.” She looked at Crystal, narrowing her eyes a little. “You’re a friend of Mav?”

"Goddaughter." Another voice answers and a beautiful woman appears behind the girl. “You little gossiper.”

The woman, that Crystal assumes is Penny, ruffles the girl’s hair that, in turn, squeals in protest.

“Crystal,” the girl exclaims.

“That’s me.”

“Amelia.” She offered her hand for Crystal to shake.

“Nice to meet you Amelia.” Crystal smiled.

“I’m gonna leave you two alone.” Amelia said, taking a step back from them. “Bye.”

Crystal waved at her, looking as she disappeared up the stairs. An uncomfortable silence falls between her and Penny.

“Common in.” Penny invited, giving her space to enter the house.

“Thank you.”

“I’m so sorry for calling you today, I just didn’t know anyone else that would really understand him right now.” Penny frowned.

“There’s really no problem. These are…” Crystal thought back on the past few months with her father ill and her return to Fightertown, and then the past few days and the missions, seeing Maverick again. Everything just felt like bad timing. “Strange times. It’s been hard on both of us.”

“Can I offer you anything?” Penny asks.

“Water would be nice,” Crystal says. The older woman guides her to the kitchen.

“Did you know?” Penny asks, as she pours two glasses of water.

“That they were going to ground him?” Crystal asks and Penny nods. “Yes, I was expecting that.” She says. “That they were going to do it now? I’ve never imagined.”

Penny hands her the glass and Crystal thanks her.

“Mav is not a teacher, but I can’t think about anyone else as qualified as him to plan this mission.”

It’s the truth. Considering all the information Crystal had on the topic, Maverick was one of the only people that could find a way to make this mission work. If not the only one.

Penny sighs. “I know.” She says, worry painting her features. “Tea?”

Crystal nods, resting her glass on the kitchen island, hands finding her jeans back pockets as she looks around. There was a door at the back of the house heading straight to the backyard with the sea in the background. Penny must have caught her staring because the next thing she does is usher Crystal through the back door.

Shivering, Crystal pulls the jacket tighter around her. The backyard is small but beautiful. Greens and flowers all around, a small table with a couple of chairs and the bench she was currently sitting on.

Penny joins her shortly, handing Crystal one of the cups she was holding and then sitting down at the doorsteps. Crystal brings the cup to her nose, breathing in the soothing scent, feeling its warmth on her fingertips. She takes a sip and before either of them could exchange a word, Maverick walks in, head down in defeat.

He observes the two of them for a minute until Penny breaks the silence

“I heard,” She says. “What are you gonna do?”

Maverick looks at Crystal. “Ice is gone. What choice do I have?”

“You’ll have to find a way back on your own,” Penny says.

“No, Penny. I’m out. This is over.” He says, resigned.

“It doesn’t need to be over.” Crystal says, bringing Mavericks attention to her. “You can find a way on your own.”

“Crystal…” He starts, but gets interrupted by Penny.

“Pete. If you lost your wingman up there, you’d keep fighting. You wouldn’t just give up.” Maverick sighs before Penny adds. “Those are your pilots. If anything happens to them, you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Maverick looks at Crystal, as if asking for some clarity. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Show them that this mission can be flown.” Crystal says, sitting up straight. “Give them hope, because that’s all they need right now.”

He opens his mouth to speak but Crystal cuts him off

“And don’t tell me that you can’t do it. You don’t need dad for that. He had faith in you, Mav.” She looks him straight in the eyes. “And so do I.”

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