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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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Trigger The Fever. | Huang Renjun (M)

↳ prologue: “You don’t have to act so tough. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes.” + “You can call me a mom all you want, but I’ll will get you better soon.”

↳ summary: You have a fever and your roommate who you have deep feelings for decides to take a day off to take care of you.

↳ the warnings: Roommate crush!renjun. domestic Renjun taking care of you while you’re ill. Crack and wholesome. Little hint of flirting. Fem reader.

↳ the notes: I have a fever and I’m starting to become sick so, I made this fanfic as inspiration. Fml I’m on holiday I’m not supposed to be sick ;-;

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You hate being sick the most. You hate having the smallest cold, you hate feeling terrible to the point it ruins your entire day. One slip of a cough and you’re praying to lord above it’s not a cold.

The last time you have gotten sick badly was around high school, a few years back now. Unlike other children, you never wanted to take a day off from school. You disliked being home alone, bed ridden with a fever like you are right now.

Being an Uni student doesn’t make you afford to take illness lightly, you have exams soon. You have places to be, you have a schedule to follow, a routine people can call it. Now that you’re stuck with a high fever, red cheeks and sore head, you stayed home. You couldn’t get up in the morning and on the other side your roommate was another problem.

Huang Renjun is your roommate. He’s a great guy, very laid back, relaxed and compassionate. But he is far too compassionate. He took a day off because he was worried sick about you, all it took was seeing your unpleasant expression and he immediately knew you were sick, it’s like that mother effect he has on him; he just knows when you’re feeling low on energy. He knows when you’re struggling just by staring into your eyes, and he knows when you are down the weather. He’s motherly with you, people often say you are lucky to have such a kind roommate who’s willing to take care of you. But you’d disagree. You don’t want to appear weak to anyone. You can take care of yourself you tell people but you run on two hour sleep, you overwork yourself and you tend to overthink absolutely everything.

The lifestyle you lead is not that healthy that you claim it to be and Renjun knows all too well. At some point he saw you never come out of your room for like a whole week because you were busy doing the art exam project that was coming on deadline but you were far behind. Luckily you made it but the outcome was Renjun scolding you and running a warm bath for you immediately. He told you to never leave yourself become like that again.

You had to promise him you wouldn’t and you really never let work consume you like that ever again. Though you still are a workaholic.

He barged into your room with a cold glass of water and a pill for you to take, it will make the fever go down. He then sits on your bed as you sit up with a scowl at his presence. “Renjun i said I’m fine.” You huff out like a child. The boy didn’t believe you, god you’re such a bad liar, just one look at the state you are in and he knows it’s lies coming out of your mouth.

“You don’t have to act so tough. It’s ok to let other people care for you sometimes.” Renjun tells you with a scolding look,bringing the pill in your hands. You glare at him before slipping the pill on your tongue and taking a quick gulp of the cold water running down your dry throat. It stings you and you exclaim loudly with a heavy breathe, pushing the water on the bed stand table.

You reply lowly. “I can’t.”

He looks at you raising an eyebrow up, once laying his eyes at you they start to go softer. The sight of your frown, curved eyebrows and watery eyes ponder his sight of you. Your loose grey shirt revealing the dainty collarbones and the clear skin of your freckles invade his thoughts of worry. It’s hard for you to open up to someone, it’s hard for anyone if they grew up being independent for so long by themselves. Renjun can understand it, he can, he might never of been independent like you have, but he can be sympathetic of your situation. He leans closer as you whisper to your roommate. “I’m not used to all this being taken care of.”

“I understand. Trust me, I do. But it’s not bad if it’s me, okay?” He slowly encourages you and you could only nod. It’s fair, you live together. Splitting the rent together 50/50. Might as well let him take care of you. “Fine Mother.” You quote and he grins a little at your words. God you’re so sassy, if it was anyone else he wouldn’t let it slide but it’s you. He lets you get away with things that he wouldn’t with others. You don’t know that though.

He hums out a soft laugh. “You can call me a mom all you want, but I’ll will get you better soon.” He said determined and you lay back, groaning out suddenly. The incoming migraine really you doing laps, it was striking your eyes too. Your ears hurt and your throat was burning intensely. The flu was going to get worse over the days but hopefully you get rid of it soon. You cannot miss more of University.

Renjun alarmed, touched your forehead for a moment. He let out a slight gasp at how you are burning so much, you can’t help but with your feverish cheeks look at him with wide eyes. The closeness between you has you curling in your bedsheets and pulling up the blanket to your chest and your lips. You had bitten your lip nervously at how close he actually was, you could feel his teeth clatter in worry, his breathing was slapping your forehead and you felt the way his hands were pressing on your mattress on the side to keep maintaining his sit up posture so he wouldn’t fall on top of you. You never noticed it until now how pretty he was. How perfect he was. It’s honestly such a surprise he has no girlfriend. He’s talented at art too. You both met each other on the same course at University in first year, spoke a few times. It wasn’t until last year you decided to live with someone and Renjun offered his place, ever since then you and Renjun lived together in the apartment.

Remaining close, he curses silently. “God you’re burning up so much. Hopefully that medicine you had will work soon.” He taunts at you and you stammer. “Stop worrying so much…it’s just a flu.” You tell him going on your side avoiding his eyes. The kindness he shows to you, it melts your tough act away. You can’t pretend to be strong around him and you have no idea why. He sees through you as if you were the most obvious being in the entire world. He can read you instantly. Others can’t.

He chuckles out. “Being sick, you’re almost more as transparent at lying than normally.”

You glare. “I’m not lying. Trust me you’re being dramatic.” You tell him again and Renjun hums, not believing you, you knew that he doesn’t believe you. You turn around about to go and kick him with your feet because the teasing he’s doing was enough but he caught your ankle and smiles. He’s smiling because he took your mind off of the pain for just a little moment. Even if it was a second or two, you were glad he was there even if you’re insufferable at times. He leans closer pushing your ankle back down. “Committing violence on your roommate?” He questions with an eyebrow raise.

You sit up leaning closer. “I’m starting to regret not locking the door.”

His hands reaches the hair strands covering your face. You had your hair a completely mess because it was the bed hair from the morning but even so, Renjun and you were comfortable enough to show each other your morning faces, your tired faces, your hangover selves. You saw each other at the darkest and at the happiest. Now he saw you at your sickness self and he can’t help but still think you are as beautiful as when you are healthy. Pushing the strands from your eyes you flinch a little but lean closer again, he tuck the hairs behind your ears and observed your round and big eyes; he always thought you represent bambi really well, because you had such an angelic face, round doe-like eyes. But your personality was fiery, strong, patient and hard working. You care a lot than people can imagine. Your breathe comes out as a hitch.

“You should get some sleep, Y/n.” Renjun slowly tells you and you bite your dry lips anxiously. The moment he stood up about to leave, you rush out of your bed and grab him by the shoulders making him turn around. However you got up too quickly for your body to comprehend such sudden movement and your dizziness got the better of you, you fell right in his chest and thankfully, Renjun was quick enough to hold your weight and gasps. “Y/n, you should stay in bed!” Renjun exclaims at your impulsiveness. You look up with beads of sweat rushing down your forehead. You want to tell him you hate being alone when you are sick. You want to tell him to stay with you until you get better. But you’re scared it might come off as demanding, as too selfish because he has done so much for you already.

He looks at you with confused and bafflement. Seriously what’s got you this riled up? “Y/n please go back to bed, a nap will fix everything okay?” He tells you and you clench on the side of his arms, shaking your head in silence frantically.

“No! Please, don’t go.” You tell him. You are begging him, for the first time he heard you say no and pleading almost as if you’re terrified to be alone. He follows you to the edge of your bed, tucking you back in as he sighs a little. “Okay. I’m here. I’ll stay.”

You aren’t letting go off his arm. Clenching his loose hoodie by the arms tighter, your eyes close and you whisper. “You won’t stay. I cant sleep.” You state back and he lets out a soft smile.

He can tell you want him to stay here, until you’re better. Renjun suddenly goes on the other side of your bed getting in. Lifting the duvet and the blanket he pours it over his body and holds you close, wrapping arms around your body. You felt your cheeks become warmer, and he saw the way your blush intensely increased. You didn’t complain. You only brush yourself deep on his bed and rest on his chest. Closing your eyes again. He trigger’s your fever, but you felt yourself loving this one.

“If you wanted me to sleep with you, you could’ve said.” Renjun whispers and you lowly murmur. “Isn’t it weird to ask you to sleep on the same bed as your roommate?”

“No. Not if it’s you.” Renjun reassures you. If it’s you anything is okay. “Come on, I’ll take a much-needed nap with you. Then we’ll both feel alright.”

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wheresmymilliondollarman · 10 months

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aaron warner x ferrars! reader pt. 4

(continuation from part three)

who knew running a new country was so hard? spoiler alert: apparently everyone but you and your sister. your asylum days never looked so simple.

a/n: hi… i’m back 🔥🔥 i’d like to start by apologizing for the stupid long wait. it was unfair to my readers and i swear i had no intention to leave people waiting. i genuinely forget sometimes people really like my writing </3 and i truly am grateful to the people who read. let’s jus say i have been busy and yet so unmotivated for the littlest things. i won’t bore w the details i’m sure y’all are jus happy i finally posted part 4. again REALLY sorry for the wait and pls enjoy. also now adding borders to my fics (ill edit the old ones too)

word count: 9k

warnings: few plot changes, fights and feuds, violence and blood mention, castle slander, angst, buzzcut aaron 😣😣😣

things were finally looking up for the rebellion. you'd manage to overthrow the supreme commander and his army, the reestablishment no longer ruled over your part of the land - making it open to new possibilities of government.

you never wished you paid attention in your social studies classes until now.

there were so many regulations you had to learn, matters you had to discuss, and, of course, the never-ending paperwork. your least favorite part. it didn't help you were behind on learning the fancy terminology for topics. 'can't people ever just say what they mean?'

juliette's optimism for being a leader was diminishing every time she had to meet with castle on strategy. he poorly disguised his disapproval of leadership upon every encounter.

but you learned to ignore it along the way. it wasn't as if he was ever the perfect leader either, plus you'd get the gist of the whole leadership thing soon. you silently prayed.

in the midst of all the responsibilities, you had to keep aaron from killing kenji most of the time. they were originally getting on somewhat friendly enough terms, but that was before the incident occurred.

that day, kenji barged in with urgency into your room as you were looking over papers. he went on to say there was a 'serious' problem, and you worriedly assumed it had to do with the reestablishment. but it instead involved your boyfriend.

"seriously kenji? i thought we were under attack or someone died!"

"someone will die if you don't handle your boyfriend right now. hopefully better than you've been handling being supreme comm-" kenji was cut off by the click of a gun.

"i dare you to finish your sentence."

with the barrel to his head, kenji quickly defended his words with the barrel to his head. aaron and him bickered back and forth. kenji turned to you for help, but all you did was shrug and mouth 'karma.' then he hit kenji's head with said gun.

"okay, that's enough, can someone explain to me what the issue is here?"

"this is the issue." aaron then turned to reveal chunks of different sizes along the back of his head. you gasp at his ruined hair.

"oh my god, kenji what the hell did you do?"

"i gave him a trim just like he asked!"

this made another argument burst out between the two. kenji denying his mistake and aaron picking the gun back up and threatening to kill him.

"aaron put the gun down."

aaron reluctantly does so, but his glare at kenji doesn't drop.

"phew, thanks, princess."

"kenjii since you "trimmed" warner's hair, i think it's only fair that he does the same to yours." you proclaim.

kenji looks toward you in horror, "no way!"

aaron wastes no time in going to the bathroom and returning with a razor. he gives him a terrifying smile, "i'm only going to trim the edges."

kenji bolted out of the room a second later, complaining about favoritism on the way out.

aaron ended up having no choice but to shave the rest of his hair, leaving him with a military-style buzz cut. you would mourn the longer hair, but truthfully, it did nothing to tarnish his looks.

sector 45, after sending several invitations, finally received a rvsp for an international leadership conference held at your sector. from oceania, is what delalieu told you and juliette.

you started to come to the realization about the lack of history you knew about warner. sure, you knew him deeply now, but you knew so little about his past. castle made it evident when he mentioned to you and juliette his possible connection to oceania's leaders. castle, annoyingly, did not disclose anymore and insisted aaron needed to be the one to tell. yet, he judged how little you both knew about oceania.

warner being immersed into his work left little time for that. while aaron had been helpful in your learning some etiquettes, he'd been closing off his emotions since he father's death. even after many attempts of trying to get him to open up, he vowed he was okay. you had a slim to none chance of prying information about oceania from him.

you felt lost and angry. for being supreme commanders, you and juliette seemed to be almost always out of the loop. castle regarded you as experiments, seeing how two naive teenage girls could survive being leaders. the rest of the world wasn't any different.

you offered the idea of just reading castle's mind, but juliette thought it could lead to mistrust toward you. she believed you both needed to remain calm for the moment, which is what you have done so far. but you were getting a bit bitter playing nice for so long.

at times you felt juliette left you of the leadership issues. she insisted to be the one to tackle meetings and discussion with castle, she sometimes gave answers before even discussing it with you, and even delalieu seemed to report everything to her first before it got to you. you would never bring it up, and just wrote it off as her still getting the hang of everything. but in the back of your mind you worried it was only a foreshadow.

on the way to see the new headquarters, castle rushed to you. he begged you and juliette to reconsider taking warner with you to greet the guest downstairs. you had no clue what he was on about, but played along and told him warner wasn't needed. you quickly caught on to the situation.

you rushed back to your room, put on what you deemed appropriate clothing and freshened up your hair and face. you were still putting on your shoes when you left.

on the way, you thought about how odd it was juliette didn't even bother to inform you. even if you were busy, you both had pagers to contact one another for important events such as this one.

you hear sounds of greetings as you approach the reception. you luckily hadn't missed out on much.

you see kenji along side juliette and feel a pang of betrayal. juliette was subtly shocked and kenji was confused to see you. but you cover it up with a smile as you turn to see the guest.

"apologies for my delay, i was held up with some prior matters." you hold a hand out, "it's a pleasure to meet you, i'm y/n."

the guest introduces himself as haider, and you can't help but notice a glint of recognition as he looks you over.

but that was forgotten as you came to find out haider wasn't aware of the fact sector 45 had another supreme commander as it wasn't mentioned on the invitation. you told him it must've been a mistake, but you threw a questioning glance to juliette.

you felt yourself get lost as the meeting when on. haider didn’t make it discreet he knew warner very well. he made a brief comment on his relationship with the other supreme commander children.

“i’ve got to say, when i first heard about warner being involved with a girl — i had strong doubts. he has never been the relationship type. unless you count lena. oh, but i’m sure you know all about her by now. they were together for almost two-years after all.”

you had no idea who lena was, but you had a strong sense you wouldn’t like the answer. haider had obviously knew this, and faked ignorance with his comment.

“oh. he hasn’t mentioned his ex-girl friend?”

your heart dropped. you glanced at kenji and juliette from the side of your eyed and they held the same face of surprise. you did your best to remain unphased with a polite smile.

“must’ve just not been important enough to discuss. like right now. i’d prefer if we got back on track of the topic instead of digging into my personal relations.”

if haider was impressed or offended he didn’t show and shifted subjects. you tried your best to listen in as juliette spoke with him about dinner, but the thought of warner having an ex-girlfriend floated around in your mind for the rest of the meeting.

the second haider left the room, and you all burst into a discussion for the next step. dinner would be in less than an hour, and you were still filled in with little to no information about haider and his intentions. you knew the next step would be for you to talk to aaron about it, but you weren’t sure you could be alone with him with this newfound information about his past. you got juliette and kenji to come along with you to question him under the excuse that it would be easier than relaying whatever he told you.

before you three could do that, you didn’t forget their actions before this meeting. you knew it would be the worst time to discuss especially with how limited time was, but you spoke without thinking when you saw juliette heading towards the door.

“why didn’t you tell me about this meeting?”

she sighs and brushes you off saying it wasn’t the most important subject right now. but you already begin, so you thought you might as well get some answers, and pushed her for an explanation.

“we’re suppose to be in this together, how could you leave me in the dark—”

“because i didn’t think you could handle it, and quite frankly, castle agreed with me.”

“what?” you were dumfounded by her response.

“you’ve been so unruly lately, and i get it doing this whole supreme commander thing has been challenging — but i couldn’t afford anything with this meeting.”

“unruly? just because i don’t want to listen to every little thing castle says. news flash, he’s made it quite clear he doesn’t support us leading sector 45.”

“he knows far more than us, we should take what he says wisely.”

“j has a point y/n, castle has a lot of experience—” kenji intercepts.

“shut up! you’re just as guilty as juliette. i thought we were friends and then you help juliette hide this meeting from me!” you spit at kenji.

he stays silent, for once. but it says more than enough for you. you turn your bitterness back to your sister.

“was it his idea to only put down you as the supreme commander on the invitations, too?”

“yes.” she reluctantly admits. “castle wasn’t sure if the idea of two supreme commanders would go well over with orher sectors. i swear, y/n, i only found out once they were already sent.”

you didn’t care for reasoning. you were angry at it all. “i agreed to do this for you! it was you wanted us to do this together! ”

“and maybe i’m starting to regret that.”

your face dropped. juliette’s eyes widened as she realized the weight of her words. but it was too late to apologize.

you scoff, “alright. fine. go ahead and do it yourself. go and question warner about haider yourself and talk to castle and beg for his help for dinner. because i’m done being supreme commander. but it’s not like i ever was, right?”

you can’t help but leave a final comment before you stalk out the door, “you know what’s funny? i found out about the meeting because castle wanted me to tell you to not do it on your own, to bring warner, he said. guess you’re unruly to him too.”

with limited options of locations juliette, kenji, or warner wouldn’t be able to find you, you had to resort to being hiding in your old room you were once held captive in.

now less clouded by anger, you facepalmed yourself. perhaps just quitting being supreme commander had been a rash decision. you weren’t even quite sure if you could just quit like that. but you would rather be jobless than take back your words to juliette.

maybe she was right, you are quite unruly. but you had no plans to admit it to her.

you thought back to aaron. you wanted his comfort, but you still were upset about the ex-girlfriend situation. even if you said it was important, you had somewhat of a right to know when your boyfriend was in a past relationship.

you hated how castle was right about how much you lack knowledge about aaron’s history. and you know you should probably be there with kenji and juliette talking to aaron, but you were too prideful, and a little embarrassed to do so.

so you collected yourself as made your way back to your room (taking twists and turns to avoid anyone you didn’t want to see) to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the dinner to come.

unfortunately for you, aaron was sitting on your bed waiting for your return when you stepped into the room. you we’re unsure on how to greet him since he likely was informed about earlier events through juliette and kenji.

“oh my god, you scared me.”

“my apologies, amor. but i had to see you after you you didn’t arrive with kenji and juliette when they went to ask me about haider.”

you went into your closet as he spoke from your bed, picking out a nice dress for dinner. “got into a fight with them and it didn’t end well. then i dramatically quit being supreme commander.” you explained nonchantly.

he was taken aback, “you quit? just like that?”

“yeah.” you confirm walking out the closet with a lilac dress on arm, “you think this’ll be good enough, or it it too much?”

“you’ll look astonishing as always. but don’t change the topic, what happened to that headstrong nature of yours i admire? you can’t just give up after a silly fight.”

you groan, and toss the dress on tour bef next to him, “i really don’t want to talk about it right now. can’t you just tell me what shoes go with this dress?”

“amor.” aaron stands up and interwines his hands in yours, “please don’t shut me out.”

you bitterness rose back up at his words and you drop aaron’s hands. “that’s ironic coming from you.”

“amor, please don’t pick a fight with me.”

“castle once told me i didn’t know you as well as i thought. and he’s right, aaron. any mention of your past and you close right up.”

aaron sighs, “i’m not an open person, you know this. it’s harder for me to talk about my personal life than it is for you. but i mean it when i say i am trying for you.”

“really? then why didn’t you even bother to mention you knew haider. or how about the fact you have an ex-girlfriend! you know how embarrassing it was for someone from a different continent to tell you more than you knew about your boyfriend?”

“lena?” he asks furrowing his brows. “she was barely a girlfriend. haider likely only mentioned her to rile you up and it’s working, so please calm down.”

“oh my god. there you go again! you want to just sweep it under the rug, and i’m tired of it. all i want is a little more openness from you.”

“i have been open, there’s no one closer to my heart than you. please understand that just certain subject are—“

“hard to talk about, yeah i’ve got that.” you exasperated. “i just think it’s important to mention a two-year relationship.”

“it was purely physical.”

your heart stings. “so, physical relationships just mean nothing to you? everything physical we’ve shared hasn’t meant anything to you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i was different back then!”

you turn around, “just go warner. i’d like to be alone right now before dinner.”

aaron didn’t anything else, he knew your word was final. not because of his sense of your emotions, but by the fact you used his last name.

in less than an hour you managed to fight with every person close to you. and you had to see said people at dinner in less than ten minutes. somehow, you blamed castle for your luck.

delalieu knocked on your door to escort you to dinner. you weren’t sure of aaron had told him to or perhaps he had pity that you would be entering alone. either way you were happy to walk with someone you weren’t upset with.

luckily, you had arrived before the guests did. but unluckily, kenji, juliette, and aaron were already there. your usual spot was next to aaron and infront of juliette, kenji sometimes next to you or her. but juliette sat at the head of the table now, kenji to her right and aaron to her left. you had no choice but to awkwardly sit next to warner due to the limited seating. plus you’d rather not show haider theres issues amongst you four.

kenji and juliete silently conversed, your sister ignored you fully while kenji glimpsed at you with a small frown. you could feel aaron turn in your direction, but your gaze focused on the empty seat next to you.

haider arrived shortly, greeted aaron first with a hug, one aaron was visibly discomforted by. then discreetly spoke, both using arabic tongues. which none of you knew he had. ypu almost choke on nothing as he casually reveals aaron know seven languages. the rest of you greeted him curtly, and he took a seat in front of you.

haider wasn’t the only guest at the dinner, his sister nazeera showing up was a bit of a surprise to the rest of you.

nazeera is gorgeous, with her smooth carmel complexion, dark eyes and strong features. her face held diamonds percing; two on her eyebrow and one below her lip. she wore a wrap that covered her whole hair, and it did nothing to lessen her beauty — it enhanced it.

she stared at juliette before she turned to you. you were unsure of the expression she held, and part of you wanted to just find out yourself, but you knew better.

both you and juliette stood up to greet her, and she accepted politely. she gave aaron a mere nod then proceeded to sit down next to you, instead of her brother. but if anything it gave you more of a reason to not talk to the people beside you.

aaron started the conversation about her scraf, but kenji was the one who made an offhanded comment regarding her head scarf, which you learned was called a hijab, claiming it was banned to wear them since it was stabled with religion. nazeera didn’t shy away from answering, she stood her stance and didn’t care for reestablishment rules despite being a supreme commander’s daughter.

nazeera has a sharp tongue and kenji was not prepared for it. you tried to hide you smile as kenji got more flustered with his words. she was highly more likable than her brother.

“are all the other supreme commander kids like this?” you ask her.

“only the ones who aren’t insufferable.” she stands up from her seat, “so, no,” she tells you with a wink. nazeera then announces her departures and leaves the dining table.

you had a good feeling about her. and even though you and juliette were at odds, you knew she also admired nazeera already.

aaron and kenji bickered a bit before haider bid his goodbyes. aaron took the liberty of escorting him to his quarters. a job that likely should’ve been done by you or juliette, but frankly, you didn’t like the guy much to care.

now juliette, kenji, and you sat in an awkward silence. part of you wanted to mend things with your sister, but majority of you felt she should take the first step. kenji looked ready to say something, but held his tongue.

you figured it was the most you’ll get, so you mumbled a goodbye and headed off to your room.

half way there, you stopped. even if you felt you were the one in the right, you were ready to make the first move if it meant rehashing things with your sister and best friend. you rerouted back to the dining room.

before you could enter, you heard talking. you peeked through the slit of the open door and saw nazeera, juliette, and kenji talking.

suddenly, and ugly feeling boiled in your stomach. seeing them all conversing (mainly juliette and nazeera because kenji was mixing his words) made you realize how perfect the three looked together. almost natural. it made you think of how easy it would be to replace you. nazeera would be the one teasing and messing with kenji. nazeera would be the sister you imagined juliette wished she had instead — one who was confident, witted, and courageous. everything you lacked these days.

maybe they just didn’t need you nearly as much as you needed them.

you couldn’t even place your vexation on nazeera. you just met her today, and she was already someone you knew was amazing as she presented herself.

you never entered the dining room. you left before anyone could notice you dejectedly walking away.

the following morning wasn’t better. delalieu knocked on your just as the sun was starting to rise, your restless sleep did nothing to help wake you up. he informed you you’d been invited to accompany haider, and nazeera would likely be joininng. you nodded, thanked him, and sent him on his way.

as soon as the door closed, you grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it. haider was already being a pain, and it was his second day.

worst part was, delalieu failed to mention haider had also invited others.

you were unpleasantly surprised to see all three of the people you quarreled with arriving after you.

you weren’t sure who to walk aside. but on instinct you stood next to aaron before you could remember your vendetta. juliette was on one side of haider and you were on the other. nazeera and kenji followed closely behind.

it was unbearably silent the first few steps, there wasn’t a word uttered. the tension would’ve needed a axe to cut.

you couldn’t help but peek at aaron from the side of your eye. you quickly looked forward when you accidentally made eye contact. he sighed quietly after. you hated how badly you had to clench your fist to prevent yourself from latching it onto his.

haider broke the silence. he asked warner if he would be attending the continental symposium. you and juliette only knew briefly about it. no one ever mentioned the nature of the event to either of you.

but when juliette inferred haider about it, you both realized how big the event was.

“i wasn’t sure whether you’d both attend since the late supreme commander anderson has never attended public gathering.”

“we’ll both very much be there.” you add in quickly.

“of course, we aren’t hiding from the world,” juliette adds in, “when will it be?”

haider’s eye slightly widened as if she asked an incredulous question. but it made sense after he revealed it would be in two days. he innocently answered, but you knew he was satisfied having caught juliette off guard.

“it’s really my fault for that. juliette’s been so diligent with managing all other issues i thought it would be better if i took it off her shoulder’s and handled it. but silly me, i’d forgotten to keep her posted on the date.”

you jumped in with an excuse to defend your sister because even if you two weren’t on good terms, you wouldn’t let someone try to toy with her.

juliette looks to you grateful for the help, and you give her a small smile in return.

aaron added in, “she’s right, we’re finalizing the program with delalieu today, who is hard at work planning the details.”

you give his hand a tight squeeze as a ‘thank you’. but as you try to let go, aaron’s hand engulfs your tightly to stop you. you try to wiggle your hand a little, but eventually it it be.

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling.

aaron asks haider for his plans during the remainder of his stay. he mentions catching up with old friends then goes on to say juliette and you must’ve received numerous invitations from the other kids of supreme commanders.

“we haven’t gotten the whole group together in far too long,” haider says.

you raise a brow, “whole group? just how many of you are there?”

suddenly everyone stops as haider’s demeanor goes from unauthentic sincerity to ice cold. it almost scares you.

he harshly grabs aaron’s arm,wretching your hands apart, and pulls him forward. haider asks angrily if he’s shared little to nothing about ‘them’ with you.

“you turn your back on us for this — this child? how stupid could you be? you have to know it won’t end well, i promise you that.”

“hey! let go.” you protest.

haider scoffs and ignores you. “i thought it couldn’t be true you’d fallen for a psychotic girl’s insignificant freak sister. i defended you, just to find out it all true. what the hell happened to you?”

you’d had enough shoved him away with your gift, hard enough to cause him to stumble back a little.

haider was stunned by the sudden force then notices the red aura from your hand.

“what did you just do?”

you shrug, “how could a child like me do something? but if you touch him like that again you’ll end up just like the last supreme commander. i promise you that.”

“is that a threat?”

“why don’t you find out?”

haider laughs, almost delighted by the fact you threatened to basically kill him. everyone else unintentionally lets out a breathe they didn’t know they were holding, especially juliette who had been ready to intervene.

haider requested to speak with aaron alone, promising to keep his hands to himself. you and aaron shared a look, and you knew he’d be alright. he gives you a smile that was made for you, and you return it.

the fight from the say before was long forgotten. you knew no matter how many fights you’d have, you’d do almost anything for him.

part of you still hoped for a grand apology, but this would be more than enough. now, you hoped to eventually make amends with the other two.

you walked off, not quite sure the destination. you figured you might as well go on a walk yourself since the planned one got disrupted. but a hand grabbed your arm to stop you.

“hey, uhm,” it’s juliette’s voice, “do you think we could talk? i mean..later because we’re all so busy and obviously you have stuff to do-“

“yeah.” you smile, “i’d like that.”

you both share heartfelt grins. you wave at kenji and nazeera from your spot and walk back toward the base. this time, with a happier kick in your step.

a good few steps in — you felt it, an abrupt change in the environment. it was almost too eerie, and you realized there was no one in sight, not even the guards who are meant to follow you from a generous distance.

you came to the conclusion it was no accident when the first shot punctured your shoulder. the second through your side.

you scream in agony to as you attempt to flee from the open, but more bullets ensue. you manage to block a few with your energy, but the pain was painful enough to leave some to hit your busy, such as your thigh. but the one that made you topple over was a bullet near the chest, in almost the same spot anderson once shot you.

you managed to block it before it was a fatal hit, but it hit you enough to be painful and draw blood.

you were half conscious, the world foggy and blurry in your eyes. you felt someone approach you and kneel down to tower over your defenseless body. a sudden pressure on your neck woke you up enough to understand this person was choking you to kill you.

you used whatever energy you had left to try and push the person off of you. the lack of oxygen and the increase of black spots made it hard for you to focus on pushing the person off.

your adrenaline kicked in to created enough power to get the man off of you. as soon as he groan in pain, you started to feebly crawl away from the perpetuator. your blood likely dragging on the concrete now. but they composed fast, and grabbed onto your ankle. you fid what you could and grabbed the nearest rock and hit them on the head with it. but ir wasn’t enough to stop them from grabbing you again.

at that point you were worn out, too tired to even move a muscle. the loss of blood was starting to make you woozy, and the bullets seemed far more painful than you remembered. you couldn’t register you were on the verge of death.

but the pressure on your neck never returned. instead came the noises of violent punches and broken bones. a new person crouched beside you, you knew they meant you no harm as they assessed your wounds and chanted assuring words.

in your deliriousness, you babbled on about how they looked like your friend kenji, one whom you fought with and missed so much.

“i’m sure your friend misses you too.” kenji responds, doing his best to keep you awake.

you blacked when another person, stronger than the first, carefully carried you and rushed toward the base.

in the medical bay, you were in and out of consciousness. you remember sara and sonya hurriedly tending you, kenji freaking out in the back, and aaron worriedly beside you. your first thought was, ‘where’s juliette?’

unbeknownst to you at the time, juliette was getting her wounds treated as well. she had been shot too, but not nearly as fatal as you. she was caught off guard alone as well, but her attacker only aimed to disable her. nazeera had been near by when she heard the commotion and saved her.

juliette was shot moments before you, and aaron believed it was worked as a distraction so your assailant could successfully kill you.

kenji was the one to find you. after juliette had been injured, he went to find you and arrived in the nick of time.

it took almost two days before you could wake up fully without passing out every minute. the first face you saw was aaron — who was already at your beside, holding your hand tightly — almost like he was praying.

when he noticed you’d woken up, his face became relaxed. he pecked you on the lips before badgering you with questions about your state. you assured him you were alright, and had to repeat it over and over.

your body still ached greatly due to the poison laced in the bullets sara and sonya explained to you. your wounds were healed, but there were still possibility of hallucinations from the poison.

after asking for your sister, sara had informed you of her situation, but quickly told you she was alright after seeing your worried eyes.

the culprits had been caught and sent to the holding cells, but they had refused to cooperate. meaning there was zero information on who was behind both your attacks.

aaron was monitoring you intently, when you sat up he rushed to help. he hadn’t stopped holding onto you since you woke up, as if you’d disappear if he let go. his eyes were red-rimmed, but you didn’t comment on it.

you felt bad for giving him a near-death scare again, and berated yourself for leaving yourself vulnerable. even worse, since your sister had also been hurt. aaron put the blame on himself for leaving you unattended.

no matter what you said, warner seemed distraught. his eyes told you there was more to the issue, he was holding back. as he remembered what the issue was, he grew distant. his grip on your hand loosened.

“is everything okay?”

“as long as you’re okay, amor.” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i have to speak with you about something.”

“about what?”

“not here. let’s get you out of here and cleaned up before we talk.”

you nod. you were more than ready to get out the the med bay. your thoughts went to the coming symposium, with you and juliette being temporarily mia, there was likely a plethora of things still needed to get done.

you were happy to finally get a chance to shower. the grime and blood were now down the drain. once done, you changed and went back into your room where aaron was waiting.

before he could get a word in, you embraced him tightly, and he didn’t hesitate to hold you. after almost dying, you just wanted the comfort of aaron. kenji would call you crazy for putting ‘comfort’ and ‘aaron’ in the same sentence.

you kiss him, after what’s felt like forever. it’s not fiery or rushed, but deliberate and emotional. everything was gone from your surrounding for a moment, it was just the two of you. you felt safe. but then aaron pulled away from you, and held onto your hands.

“amor, i need to tell you something. it’s important.” his eyes are looking at everywhere but you.

“you can tell me anything.” you reassure.

he takes a deep breath, running a hand through his blonde hair. your nerves begin to spike, you’ve never seen aaron so hesitant to speak, he’s almost scared.

“i’ll start from the beginning.”

and he did. he told you the start of the reestablishment, their campaigns, ideals, and plans to take over. then, he shifts to the ‘unnatural’s’ and how after they were discovered, they were exploited by the reestablishment.

aaron tells you about two girls who were willingly given over to the reestablishment to be experimented and tested on. you were getting confused on where the conversation was going.

“aaron, why are you explaining all this?”

“because one of those girls is juliette.”

you didn’t know what to say, you were thrown into a loop you still weren’t fully comprehending.

“i don’t understand..”

“the parents you lived with weren’t your biological ones. y/n, you’re both adopted.”

your reality was warped in a matter of seconds. you never felt connected to your ‘parents’, but finding out you came from a different family?

“w-wait… so the people juliette and i lived with for almost our entire lives aren’t our parents?” aaron nods.

“so where are our biological parents? are they alive? wait… who’s the other girl you mentioned before?”

your head was jumbled up, you were trying to get so many answering at once while still trying to process.

aaron closes his eyes for a second before the green is visible again. “that other girl is juliette’s sister. but it’s not you, amor. you and juliette are not biologically related.”

you were frozen, as if time itself had stopped. you free from aaron’s hands and distance yourself. everything had change.

aaron keeps speaking, saying he only knew of juliette’s real sister and parents and sister until recently. castle was the one who told him the information to put the pieces together. castle was the one who urged him to tell you because the reestablishment was was coming, very soon.

“there was no record of you before you were adopted, i had always assumed it was only juliette adopted. it was only after you came here and i ran your dna, along with juliette’s, did i find yours different from your parents.”

juliette wasn’t actually your sister. the parents and girl you grew up with aren’t related to you at all. everytime you talked to aaron about were grateful for juliette as a sister, he knew the truth the whole time.

it took you five minute of speak again. you didn’t care for the rest at the moment, you still had to have another question of yours answered.

“if juliette’s biological parents work for the reestablishment, where are mine?”

“i swear, i had no idea-“

“please. just tell me.”

the more you heart, the more your heart shatters. to stay and watch over sector 45 while his father left to the capital, anderson had him prove himself. it started with emmaline, juliette’s real sister. he was in charge of her imprisonment and torture. but then his father sent him one more task before he was supreme commander.

anderson transported a man and woman to sector 45, aaron was commanded to get information, by any means, out of them. it went on for a year, until anderson saw no value in keeping them anymore.

his father ordered a public execution, and aaron did as he was told. only when finding a journal of his father just hours before you woke up did he get the identity of those people. your parents.

it was the final straw to send you spiraling. you don’t know if you got on the floor or started yelling first. aaron knelt down next to you, trying to soothe you, but it was only making it worse.

you don’t even feel the tears are running down your face. aaron apologizes over and over saying, no matter how many times you told him to stop. you could only keep saying ‘why?’ over and over.

‘why did you keep this from me?’

‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’

when aaron tried holding you, you roughly shoved him away. his touch no longer felt loving. instead, it became poisonous.

“don’t touch me.”

“amor, please. i love you, so much.”

“you don’t know how to love anyone. you’re a fucking coward.”

the room was suffocating you. you felt trapped and had to get out of there. you got up and booked it out the door, not stopping when aaron called out your name.

you keeping running and let your legs guide you to your destination. the moment you spotted the white door, you came to a halt.

you barge in with no warning, startling the two people in the room. you take big step toward your target and, without hesitation, you slap castle.

“oh my god— what the hell, y/n!”

kenji’s presence does nothing to stop you, “did you have your kicks keeping secrets from us this entire time?”

castle sighs, now unphased by your violence, “i assume warner told you.”

“we trusted you! and all you did was keep us in the dark about our own fucking life!”

“what the hell is going on?”

“does juliette know?”

“i talked to her not long before warner went to you.”

‘oh god,’ you thought. you worried that was the reason juliette has lacked to see you since you’ve woken up.

“miss ferrars, it was not my intention to cause pain to your or your sis— juliette.”

his error struck a nerve, “no, but it was your intention to be a liar and snake, screw you.”

you stormed out in a rage, not before doing a 180 on castle’s desk. you hoped he’d have the worst time cleaning up.

you ran. out of his office and out of the compound. away from it all. you finally stopped after being knee-deep into a forest.

not caring for your surroundings, you sat down on the nearest large rock. it was then you realized how much energy you exhausted. you took in deep breaths to regain your breathing stability. the oxygen filled your lung helped to calm you down for the first time in the past hour.

with no one around, you finally had the time to think straight without anger and despair clouding your judgement. you weren’t even sure if you could exhaust anymore tears.

but it turned out you did. going through the events of the past hour, didn’t help with processing as you thought it would. it only made you relive the heart-ache.

took half an hour to calm down your sobbing. but it was oddly comforting doing it in a place no one would hear you.

you decided didn’t wanna focus on everything you learned. not on aaron. not on being adopted. not on juliette not being your sister. not on your parents being dead before you got the chance to meet them.

you focused on what you could control — the coming continental symposium. it would be in less than a day. you had nothing prepared, not even attire; much less a speech.

you had no idea how you could show up and presume your personality from before. how could you face the supreme commander kids in a state like this? your thoughts wondered to juliette on what her plan would be. but then it hit you; how was juliette handling it?

when you thought about it, you hadn’t seen her all day. she didn’t see you when you woke up, nor before you and aaron talked. she likely didn’t take this news lightly, especially regarding her sister.

thinking about juliette having a sister, that wasn’t you, was painful. your bond wouldn’t be the same. you weren’t blood, juliette no longer had a reason to stand by your side.

despite telling yourself not to, you thought back to warner. his betrayal hurt deeper than castle’s. how could you trust him again? you couldn’t. it was over.

time passed like nothing being amongst nature. the once light blue sky, turned orange with pink hues, signaling the end of the day. you knew you couldn’t hide forever. you had to find juliette.

if your theory was right then juliette was not in her room. you brainstormed possible locations when you bumped into kenji.

“y/n? thank god, everyone’s been worried about where you went, and juliette—“

“where juliette? i need to see her now.”

“y/n… warner told me everything. i know it must be hard for you both, but i think typu both need some spac—“

you snap, “just tell me where she is kenji!”

“she’s not in the best state.”

“take me to her. now.”

kenji reluctantly leads you to the door of anderson’s office. when you saw it was locked, you pounded on the wood relentlessly.

“c’mon, let’s just go.” kenji persists.

“juliette! open the door!”

“go away.”

“juliette, please let me in. i wanna talk.”

“i don’t wanna speak to you.”

“well, i do.”

“you’re not my real sister, so leave me alone!”

“fine,” you scoff, “hopefully you treat your new sister a lot better than your treating me right now.”

“fuck you.”

“fuck you too!” you throw back.

“…bad time to say i told you so?”

you rolled your eyes at kenji’s remark and walk away. your anger resurged, and you needed somewhere to blow off steam. training room had been unfortunate to be your victim.

when you saw no one in sight, you took it as a sign to proceed. in a matter of seconds, objects where tossed across the room through your levitation. weights were scattered, some broken, benches were bent out of shape, even a few treadmills weren’t so kindly spared. you’d feel bad about the damage later, but it felt so good in that moment to get angry.

it was dark outside when your adrenaline was closing to nothing. your only had energy to sit on a mat laid across the floor. you figured you’d take a quick power nap before going back to your room to sleep.

as soon as you closed you eyes, you were passed out. you’d hadn’t realized just how much of your energy you exerted.

aaron warner was getting back from his debriefing with delalieu, when the open door of the training room caught his eyes.

he was more than dismayed to see the damage done to what once was the training center. he was irritated that he’d have to replace basically all equipment. aaron assumed there was violent fight that happened, but then his eyes fell upon your form sleeping soundly on the floor.

now, he was more impressed than annoyed at the damage done. he would’ve been slightly proud of he wasn’t the reason for you to lash out so brutally.

aaron picked up your limp body in his arms, and carried you off to bed; taking advantage of holding you again. because he wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to.

you were disoriented after waking up in your room, wondering how you ended up in your room when you’d fell asleep in the training room. you threw the possibly of sleeping walking to bed in, but then decides you didn’t care much for finding out.

it had been much later than you anticipated, and you were surprised no one woke you up. you dressed swiftly and headed out the door, despite a dreading feeling brewing in your gut.

first stop was to find delalieu, who actually found you first. he informed you the arrival of the newest guests and listened as he listed name. you stopped when he uttered the word ‘lena.’

“lena? as in warner’s ex-girlfriend?”

delalieu says nothing, but his eyes are looking at the ground. ‘so that’s a yes.’

great, you thought. you broke up less than twenty four hours ago and his ex already shows up.

then delalieu tells you juliette is already greeting guests, so your presence is not mandatory. he likely knows all of yesterday’s events, including your fight with her, so he’s likely trying to prevent conflict before the symposium.

a stronger person would’ve bitten the bullet and showed up anyway. but you weren’t that stronger person today. you would take to chance to avoid people you didn’t wanna see at any point.

perhaps it was a coward’s way, but you believed after everything, you were entitled to have at least one day.

you busied yourself in the office of your room; approving symposium plan and decor, looking through letters, and going through anderson’s old files — provided by delalieu.

kenji came to see you three hours before the symposium. you pretended to not here it the first couple times he knocked, but he was annoyingly persistent.

you weren’t mad at kenji, he didn’t know anything before you. but didn’t mean seeing him was easy, his presence always reminded you of juliette. you three had always hung out. now he was stuck in the middle.

kenji told you nazeera wanted to speak with you, so you granted her permission to enter. nazeera was quick to her point and told you the reestablishment’s plan; destroying sector 45. she advised you and juliette presented yourself strong at the event, to show everyone you’re a formidable enemy. plus, there was the possibility of sudden danger because of the plans the reestablishment had for juliette and you.

you found sudden danger was just always a given in your life.

you weren’t sure how you and juliette could show up united, you both were at odds and still processing everything you’ve been told. it would be nearly impossible to act as if nothing has changed.

were you even still supreme commander? you weren’t sure you ever ‘unquit’.

but, differences would have to be put aside. because everyone will be watching for your next move. and it may or may not lead to the demise of sector 45.

you missed just shooting and punching enemies.

kenji stuck around after nazeera left. you both discussed the danger to come. then, he filled you in on anything you missed, juliette’s buzzcut, warner sulking, the new guests, and, your favorite, lena being humbled by juliette.

apparently, she’d been ‘eager’ to meet you and asked juliette about your whereabouts. she referred to you as an ‘ex-girlfriend’ is what kenji told you. how she knew about the break up, you had no idea.

juliette looked her up and down before telling her you don’t waste your time with other insignificant to you.

you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe you were judging lena before knowing her, but based on that interaction; it told you enough.

once kenji left to get ready, you decided you’d do the same.

your nerves spiked the closer it got time for the big event. you spent a good hour deciding what would be best to wear. you hadn’t realized you relied on warner for fashion help until that moment.

you settled on a floor-length gown with beautiful embroidered and beaded details. you tried to avoid putting any accessories gifted to you by warner, but it was nearly impossible.

you attempted a makeup look, and you thought you did a pretty good job. and if not, kenji never frayed from being brutally honest to your face.

a guard knocked at your door to alert you that it was time. you cross your finger before exiting the room. time to face everyone you’d been avoiding.

everyone who was to go to the symposium was gathered outside the base, awaiting the vehicle to take them to the meeting location. as expected, everyone was dressed formally.

warner was quick to spot you and hurriedly walked to you. you power walked to get away from him, and hopefully find someone you liked at the moment. but, nonetheless, he caught up to you.

“i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“please, amor. hear me out.”

warner pulls you close to him, holding your hands hostage at his chest. you look into his eyes, and you can see how tired he looks. he’s hadn’t slept well, and it was obvious.

“what could you possibly have to say to me?”

“what could i possibly not have to say to you?”

“i’m sure you rather entertain you’re ex-girlfriend over day, glaring daggers to us.”

“you know that’s not true.”

“do i? i don’t know anything that’s true lately.”

“i love you. my hearts burns for you greatly, and a moment without you is one i can’t bare.”

“i don’t want to hear—“

“my heart has always been yours. i’ll never be able to take back everything i’ve done, but i refuse to lose you because of it.”

“aaron.”

“you can scream or yell at me all you want, if it means you’ll stay by my side.”

his forehead presses against yours. his eyes are focused on every feature of your face that hes already committed to memory.

“say you forgive me, amor.” he whispers so vulnerably.

you want to kiss him. you want everything to be magically better after. you want to believe this is another challenge you both can overcome.

but you can’t. at least no so soon.

you’re holding back tears, but aaron already has one going down his face.

“i can’t.” you distance yourself from warner. “every time i see you, i’m reminded of your betrayal. reminded how much heart-ache you’ve caused me. it can’t be so easily forgotten, aaron. not when i still love you so much.”

you were thankful to be distracted when the guards informed you the rides were here. but your thoughts switched as you noticed you’d have to be enclosed with aaron, juliette, and kenji for fifteen minutes, especially when you had to sit next to warner because juliette was just as mad at him as well.

you the were first out given the chance. you were overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed. thinking about juliette and you having to speak in-front of them all was intimidating. and likely all of them hoped for your demise. fun.

now, juliette took the podium, and you were next to her. you two have yet to discuss anything, so you’ll have to wing your speech to match the tone of hers.

but before she could start, the chaos begins. numerous people being protesting and berating both you & juliette and sector 45.

it was all getting jumbled, but there were various ‘traitors’, ‘you’re just children!’, and ‘freaks.’

to defend juliette, you move to the microphone and angrily demand everyone to quiet down, you do your best to yell over the voices rioting.

out of nowhere, the stage you’re standing on explodes. you’re both launched ten or more feet back. then chaos ensues.

theres a ringing in your ear, making it hard to hear anything; only you witness it all from the ground. people running left and right, the stage was now on fire, and men in uniform started invading the premises.

you see juliette lying on the ground not too far from you. you croak her name, then aaron’s and kenji’s, but you’re not sure if you’re even using your vocals.

you feel yourself being dragged away, you’re unmoving. you feel numb, not able to identify which parts of you are injured.

it’s all happening on slow motion in your vision.

you can see the same happening to juliette. with your head above the ground you see a new perspective. you finally see your friends, some are lying motionless, others are running.

you find kenji helping others escape and aaron with him taking down as many guards. then aaron spots you being dragged away, and his eyes widen. he’s on the move to reach for you, but his distraction leaves an opening for a soldier to take him down from behind.

it takes five soldiers to hold him down, he’s yelling your name, and you don’t react. they finally hand cuff him, not wasting a moment to inject him with something strong enough to incapacitate him.

kenji follow the same fate, not being able to get away invisible before nazeera knocks him out.

a man stands in front of you, blocking you from seeing the scene. you recognize the black expensive boots immediately.

“seems we both have a habit of not staying dead.”

anderson lunges the barrel of the pistol against your head — then it all went black.

you were so sick of seventeen.

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Withdrawals

A Genshin Impact SAGAU Brainrot

Pairing/s: Albedo x Creator!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Imposter!AU, cult behaviour, medication withdrawal symptoms, you take anti-depressants, Albedo is possibly OOC just because I don't know too much about him (because mf refused to come home >:()

Author's Notes: It's currently eight in the morning and I decided to write this entirely on a whim. Friendly reminder to take your medication when you need to! Otherwise, Genshin will make sure your fave doesn't come home lol.

Fic under the cut! I hope you enjoy!

Waking up in Teyvat was fun at first. After emerging from unconsciousness in Windrise and getting over the initial thoughts of 'how the hell is this possible', you were actually having a good time. The sun wasn't too hot on your skin, the breeze was nice and cool, even the hilichurls were more than welcoming to your arrival. Being able to try sunsettias for the first time and feeling the gentle tingling of an Electro slime under your fingertips were core memories you hoped you'd never forget.

Well, it was fun. It was until you started getting chased around Mondstadt.

The Knights of Favonius had it in for you because of your appearance, weirdly enough. While you did share some similarities to some released characters, you couldn't think of a single character who looked identical to you as your hunters claimed. Maybe it was an unreleased character or an NPC they were talking about.

You couldn't care less, though. All you knew was that this mystery stranger was held in such high regard that they wanted to kill you in their name.

No more than twelve hours after waking up in the Nation of Freedom, you were cowering in a hidden radish plot in Springvale, watching the setting sun shine gold on the faces of your pursuers. Some interrogated the townspeople of your whereabouts, others put up posters calling for your arrest at the decree of someone called 'The Divine Creator'.

A Divine Creator? Could they maybe be Fontaine's Archon? Your knowledge on the lore of Genshin Impact was rusty at best. However, you knew of the emphasis the French-inspired nation had on invention and composition. Perhaps Fontaine had a unique system of worship for their regional god, just like all the other nations you'd come to know and love. Plus, it'd explain why you hadn't heard of the title before while playing the game.

Yet, the longer you pondered over it on your way to Stormterror's Lair, the less it made sense. You'd only just woken up in Teyvat and unless there was an omnipotence amongst the Archons which you hadn't learned of, it was pretty much impossible for the god of Hydro to know about you when you'd barely stepped foot out of Barbatos' territory.

That left the questions: who was this Divine Creator that wanted you dead? And why did it feel like you'd forgotten something important?

Your trek towards Old Mondstadt was tiring - you'd never done this much walking in your life - and when the moon was high, you had no choice but to put your journey on hold for the sake of taking some much needed rest in Wolvendom. A Wolfhook bush was your bed for the night and you prayed to any Archon who'd dare listen to you for a peaceful trip and some safe refuge.

No one was listening that evening. That seemed more and more apparent as your hike continued.

Knights were scattered across the lands, vigilant eyes scanning the surroundings and forcing you to rely on sneaking and climbing abilities you didn't know you had. Mobs that were usually hostile towards you as a player were more than willing to lend a helping hand but as it became clear they were also more than willing to die for you, you steered clear of hilichurl camps, no matter how small. You soon only had yourself and a growing queasiness to keep you company on your travels.

It became a hard-won miracle that you managed to make it to the ruined city, your mystery illness that struck no more than a day after you first arrived in Teyvat reducing you to shaky limbs, stale saliva, pounding headaches and teary eyes. However, you only barely managed to cross into the new region before you fell onto the stone in a heap, crying. You hadn't felt this bad since you were first put on your meds-

Oh shit. Your medication. No wonder you were feeling like garbage.

As quick as the realisation came, another wave of helplessness crashed into you. Teyvat likely wasn't advanced enough to manufacture something like anti-depressants and even if they were, the Knights had made sure that any citizen of Mondstadt who saw you would drag you back to the city to witness your execution. You probably had more of a chance of finding the Unusual Hilichurl with a blindfold than seeking out someone who'd be willing to help you.

Metal gently scooped you off of the floor and you wiped your eyes, clearing them enough to see the Ruin Guard which was carrying you towards the centre of the lair. All you could do was lay your head against the machine, eyes fluttering shut. You knew that withdrawals wouldn't kill you but with how awful you felt, you almost felt like handing yourself in just to make it stop.

When you opened your eyes next, it was to the sight of a makeshift lab built in the cave you'd been placed in. A familiar blond man was sitting cross-legged at the small bench, fiddling with eye-droppers and beakers, and before you could stop yourself, you weakly called out his name.

Albedo was quick to move from his seat, moving to you and hovering his hands over your arms. "You still need rest, Your Grace. Please, sleep some more. I'm almost finished."

Delirious from your foggy mind and in disbelief that the nation's Chief Alchemist was aiding you, all you could mutter was "My name's not Grace."

A ghost of a smile crept upon his lips, although that might've been the withdrawals messing with you again, before he moved settled next to your hunched figure. "It's your title, Your Grace. It seems my hypothesis has been proven, unfortunately. You don't appear to remember much about yourself-"

"Why are you helping me?" you interjected. A small voice in the back of your mind scolded you for being impolite to the only person who'd helped you since you first arrived in Teyvat but it was quickly lost in another wave of wooziness. "They've got a big cash reward if you kill me."

Albedo's eyes widened ever so slightly, his face seemingly growing a shade paler. "I would do nothing of the sort, Your Grace. You are the Divine Creator and what the people of Mondstadt are doing is treason against your great name," he explained.

"But I'm not a Divine Creator of anything. I thought that was another name of the Hydro Archon," you mumbled, eyes squeezing in pain.

"Oh dear, it's worse than I predicted. Please, provide me with a few more moments, Your Grace. I almost have the fluoxetine ready for you."

It was that single word, so starkly familiar amongst the blond's overwhelming claims, that had your eyes darting open and your body sitting up so quickly Albedo didn't have enough time to move his hands away. The soft fabric of his gloves touched your skin for a moment before his arms recoiled like you were hot to the touch. Cheeks flushed a soft pink, he fell back, restoring the distance between the two of you.

"Fluoxetine? Y-You have anti-depressants? How do you even manufacture them here?" you questioned, disbelief keeping your eyes wide. However, it was the prospect of finally getting rid of these shitty withdrawal symptoms that injected life into you once more. You never thought you'd be excited to take your medication, not since you were told you'd need to start taking those tablets, but in this moment, you wouldn't blame anyone who thought you'd just won the lottery.

"Teyvat, uh, doesn't manufacture the fluoxetine," Albedo replied in his usual soft tone, moving back to his knee-high bench to finish his chemistry. "The recipe for the 'anti-depressants' comes from an ancient scripture. I've been studying this sacred text for a long time to deduce how to make this substance if you ever were to descend in a mortal form in my lifetime."

"Albedo, with all due respect, I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, staring at the blond as his words swum in your already full head. "I'm sorry. I think the explanation might need to wait until I've had my meds in my system for a little bit. It's really hard to think right now."

Albedo only nodded. "That is understandable, Your Grace. I will finish concocting the fluoxetine so we can restore your form to its full glory. Once you are feeling like yourself again, you may ask me any question you want answered."

You nodded back in response, leaning back onto the soft grass with a sigh. As bad as things felt right now, somehow the promise of your meds reentering your system, even being delivered by a character from your favourite game, made your symptoms ease ever so slightly. It wasn't enough to get rid of the stale taste in your mouth or the tremors in your hands. It was enough, though, to finally allow you to get some more rest since your sleep in Wolvendom.

As for all the Divine Creator stuff Albedo claimed you were? You'll just deal with that when you've had your tablets.

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Raphael x Reader: Act I: The Words

Summary: Despite your drunken ravings tonight, you still remain Raphael's most precious client. And he always takes good care of his clients. This is the third flashback oneshot for the main story. Word count: 2963 Notes: Drunk Tav, a devil and some unresolved romantic tension.

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Why was the Underdark so gods damn… uneven?

You had to squint to see where to put your foot next amidst the rocks. And even then it didn’t go where you aimed to. Your knee and ankle ached with each step and it was easier to just drag the leg after you instead of walking properly-ish. Your prevailing state of intoxication didn’t exactly make moving easier, but alcohol did help in numbing the pain as much as the temporary solitude did this far away from camp.

Stupid bulette. Stupid tadpole. And most importantly stupid you for not preparing well enough for a road trip in the Underdark. Who knew how many days you would have to spend underground.

There was no one around to take the irritation out on, but… you did possess the means to summon a certain someone to listen to your nescient complaining. Was it smart? Of course not. You would most likely have to pay for the senseless act of stupor, but being less medicated and more drunk than you would’ve liked to be, somehow made the idea sound absolutely perfect! Like poking a sleeping devil in the eye.

You lifted up your hand, glared at the magic ring with burning ire and recited the incantation:

“Dominus! Inferiooor ad ge–, ad me– shit. AD TE. Me flerco–, me… fleurgh, ugh. For fuck’s sake. Flecto inferni.”

Nothing happened, no surprise there, but your brows furrowed furiously as you squinted to look around. No flames or cinders were to be seen.

“Get your ass over here, you stupid devil,” you cursed and kicked a pebble into the darkness. The sounds of it tumbling down echoed in the chasm.

“You would do well to mind your manners.”

“Oh–!”

You fell promptly to your butt on the cold, hard ground and wailed aloud since your injured leg bent painfully.

What stood in front of you was not the handsome man you had expected to see. It was a towering devil; red skin, majestic horns, leathery, gargantuan wings and claws at his fingertips. His eyes were no longer soft brown, but instead they burned with deep saffron, surrounded by inky black.

Raphael the devil had a pained look on his face and he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

You struggled to get up to save some modicum of self-respect in front of your patron, but trying to put weight on the leg made you wince instantly.

“A tumultuous evening, I presume?” Raphael asked, looking at you from dirt-caked hair down to the injured leg.

“What?”

“I see you’ve decided to take the scenic route to rock bottom tonight. Why haven’t you healed yourself, little raven?” he asked and tutted.

“I am doing it right now,” you replied quickly and a ravaging blush rose to your face. You would have rather died than admitted to the devil that you had ventured into the Underdark ill-prepared.

“Then why, pray tell, are you bothering me?” The snarling words revealed a glimpse of sharp canines.

You braced yourself and channelled the earlier irritation back through the stinging pain. There were also the three times you had already had to explain why you wore a ring in your ring finger and why the infernal rune R was carved on it. You still absolutely refused to take the easy way out and just comply with Raphael’s absurd practical joke with the ring. You would never ever pretend to be married just for his amusement.

There. You were irritated enough to tell stupid, handsome Raphael why you were bothering him tonight.

“I have WORDS for you. So. Uh. Listen carefully, Raph.” Your body swayed a little on the cold, hard ground. Trying to focus on Raphael’s burning stare was immeasurably difficult.

His eye twitched, but that was the only visible reaction. Though, he looked immeasurably displeased.

Scraping around the leftovers of your dignity, your back straightened and you started yapping:

“I have given my, MINE only, soul to you, but you – hic! – won’t remove this teeny tiny” – you made a point to show the size of the worm by pinching your thumb and index finger almost together and squinting at the space inbetween – “worm from my head.”

Before you could finish inhaling for the next words, Raphael leaned right to your face (you couldn’t help realising how huge his horns were!) and snarled:

“You haven’t given anything yet. And with that tadpole eating away at your brain, you might not have a soul to offer in the end.”

You gulped and your hand dropped. Your brain was processing rather slowly, but this revelation caused pause. Mind flayers didn’t possess souls. Well, not knowing before your outburst turned out to be just embarrassing.

Raphael pointed a sharp claw in the air and continued:

“Be grateful that I’m willing to uphold our bargain, forasmuch as I’m invested in your success, my due payment relies on it.”

You didn’t know what to say. Suddenly it became apparent that Raphael found this deal far less favourable than you did. All this time you had thought he had arranged the shorter stick for you to pick and that devils didn’t make bargains that weren’t advantageous to them.

“See that this is the last time you bring this up.”

Nodding furiously, but stopping just as quickly because it made your head spin, you said: “Uh-huh, yes, saer.”

You hiccuped and the pitiful sound echoed from the rocks around you.

Raphael straightened up. “Good. Time to go, then.”

You were sure he was going to just leave you to sit on the ground, but with the snap of his fingers, you found yourself at the House of Hope in the familiar dining room – still inelegantly sitting on the marble floor. And you hiccuped again.

Raphael sighed heavily, though you thought you noticed a hint of amusement in there. He walked over to you and before you could protest, leaned over to lift you into his arms as if you weighed nothing.

“This is emrass–, embar-…sing. Just. Let me down!” you yelped, but held on to his shoulders. He was so tall and you were so high up in his arms that it was enough to trigger reasonable fear of heights.

“Glad we agree on something, little raven,” Raphael muttered.

He walked towards a hallway in resolute steps. People dressed in rags scurried away to give the master of the house a wide berth. There was a faint jingle with each step and in your state of inebriation you were almost sure you were just imagining it.

“Where are you taking– hic! Me?”

“To heal.”

You were taken aback.

“Why?”

An almost smug half-smile twisted Raphael’s lips. His mouth too seemed huge in comparison to yours.

“As I’ve told you, I take care of my clients and despite your drunken ravings tonight, you still remain one of my most precious ones.”

Oh. Heat ravaged your face. Did the devil like you?

Door after door passed as the hallway curved. Each breath teased your dulled senses with Raphael’s scent: surprisingly sweet and musky with smoke somewhere in there. It was gradually lulling your consciousness, as you slowly sobered up, into comfort within the devil’s arms.

As he carried you, you settled to stare at his pretty face from such a close distance. You had never seen a cambion this close. The booze was probably shielding you from freaking out. Despite the infernal red shade of his skin and the burning eyes, his facial features were the same. The same dark eyelashes and brown curls at the tips of his hair.

Raphael was pretending as if he didn’t notice you staring, or he just didn't care. But his lips looked soft and you wondered how they would look like travelling the planes of your naked skin. You bit your lower lip, already feeling the heat and pressure gather between your thighs.

Raphael glanced at your face with an unreadable expression. Could devils smell dirty thoughts? Gods, you hoped not. Your cheeks were blazing.

“Tell me, Raph,” you blurted to divert his attention.

His molten eyes narrowed with warning. You failed to notice as you were busy looking anywhere but at his face.

“Is there a practical reason you’re sooo handsome? Hah! A handsome devil, just like–, just like…”

You couldn’t figure out what the devil was like until his icy stare shut you up.

“S-sorry…”

Raphael finally paused in front of a force curtain covering a huge doorway. It was like solid crystal and streaming water, sparkling in the low light of the hallway. You barely got a good look before it simmered and disappeared completely.

Inside revealed to be a large circular room. The inner circle was surrounded by large stone columns, candles littered every surface as the only source of light. In the middle of the room, amidst teal-hued vapours was a pool with two faucets constantly flowing more steaming water into it. Intricate rugs and plush cushions lay on the floor around it. At the back of the room, high archways lead to balconies overlooking the desolate plains of Avernus.

“Ooh, who is this?” an unknown voice drawled, “A new plaything?”

“Out, Haarlep,” Raphael said in a tone that left no room for arguments. The low voice made his chest rumble pleasantly against your body.

Raphael stopped by the pool, precariously close to the edge. When he stilled and the humid air clung to your every breath, his scent lingered. You couldn’t help the few deep breaths to inhale it, to almost taste it on your tongue.

“You smell like cherries,” you muttered to the devil, “So sweet…”

He cocked a brow at you.

“Swim, little raven.”

Raphael dropped you unceremoniously into the pool of restoration. The impact sent a jolt of pain from your knee through your whole body, but before you even hit the bottom, the pain was already alleviating.

Gasping, you emerged to the surface. Raphael was chuckling, arms crossed over his chest.

“You–! Insolent… devil!” you screamed, spitting water from your mouth.

It took mere seconds to realise your body had never felt more comfortable or healthy, at least not during your tadpoled life.

“You’re welcome. As much as I’d love to stay and chat, there are important matters that require my attention.”

“W-what, you’re leaving?”

“Would you rather I joined you in there?” he asked with nonchalance, his horned head tilting with curiosity.

Yes.

Moments ago the wine in your blood would have provided enough liquid courage to ask him to do just that, but now you hesitated, knowing the devil was just teasing you.

“N-no.”

“Adieu, little raven.”

Just like that, he was gone in flames. You were treading the water, still wobbly on your feet, but feeling constantly better and better.

You looked around the room that was likely Raphael’s private boudoir. The lavish and intricate design of the furniture and multiple paintings depicting the devil himself were way too over the top.

“He always did seem like a guy to have a painting of himself above his bed,” you scoffed out loud.

Since no one was there, you warily settled to sit in the pool and brushed your hair with your fingers. Your leg moved without any pain and all the scratches and bruises were gone from your body, as well as the effects of the alcohol. Shame. The water was almost too hot, but you revelled in it. It had been ages since the last proper bath.

Since there was no sign that Raphael would return any time soon, you started to plan for the next steps – despite how gratifying it was to soak in the bath.

A counter by the side of the pool had a neat pile of towels on it, so you slipped out of the water and paused to wonder if you should take off your wet clothes or not. There were no conveniently placed bathrobes or any clothing in sight, but a huge wardrobe loomed at the side of the room.

Surely there was no harm in borrowing a dry shirt, in the least?

You tiptoed to the wardrobe, huffed in relief since it was open and spent only a second to snatch a white, frilly shirt to change into. It smelled like Raphael – a fact you tried really hard to ignore along with the tender feeling that rolled into your chest.

You left your wet camp clothes by the pool and accepted the momentarily discomfort of keeping your wet undergarments on. Surely they would dry soon enough with the warm temperature of the Hells. Changing into a clean, dry shirt felt amazing. You didn’t dare wonder what Raphael thought of your rummaging through his wardrobe, but he wasn’t there to reprimand you. Come to think of it, what a poor host he was, leaving you alone like that.

The way out of the boudoir was once again sealed by a magical curtain, so you took that as an invitation to look around the room by yourself. The upper part of the room was reserved for a huge bed that looked like the most comfortable one you had ever seen. You would’ve sold your soul again to get a break from camping and get a goodnight’s sleep in a proper bed.

Although… Raphael was nowhere to be seen and it was probably already midnight. You were dead tired.

“Don’t mind if I do…” you mumbled to yourself and climbed into the massive bed, diving under the covers. The sheets carried a strong scent of cherries and burnt sandalwood, mixed with rich, alluring musk.

Within minutes, you drifted into sleep and spared no thought to how worried your companions likely were.

—

“Rise and shine, little raven.”

Your toes curled at the deep, soothing voice. It was just like it had sounded in your dream, but the details were hazy red and enveloped in the misty warmth of the pool. A pleasant feeling wavered through your body at the memory.

“Mm. Is it morning already… Raphael!”

You jumped to sit up on the bed, staring at the master of the house in horror.

He stood by the bed, once more in his human guise and a dark smile on his lips. He mused: “Indeed it is. I see you made yourself at home in my absence.”

“You just left me here! What was I supposed to do?” you argued back and hogged the covers closer to your chest.

Raphael chuckled. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”

He offered his hand to you, signalling that it was time to leave his bed and get back to reality. After hesitating only for a heartbeat, you took the hand and let him pull you up, almost right into his chest. He steadied you with a hand on your shoulder and an examining look. A lighter version of the smirk persisted.

Once again you realised how the dark honey-tinted brown eyes of his human form were actually really pretty. Heat radiated off his body, maybe an effect of being in Avernus or a devilish side-effect of his. Nonetheless, it felt nice after being stripped away from the warmth of the bed covers.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you leave looking unkempt like that,” Raphael said in a soft tone that sent pleasant shivers running up your neck and pooled heat into the pit of your belly.

You started to realise you had just slept in the devil’s bed.

Before you could do anything but swallow, Raphael started undoing the buttons of your – no, his – shirt.

“What are you doing?” you gasped and clutched his wrists. His skin was so warm and the faint smile on his lips was nothing if not suggestive.

“Re-doing your buttons, my dear,” he replied with a hum of a chuckle. “You’re welcome to keep the shirt, but at least try to look like you just haven’t spent the night revelling in debauchery and sin.”

“But I was just sleeping!” you acclaimed.

“My point exactly.”

Your face was burning. From the devil’s expression you easily read that the bastard was enjoying this.

Raphael took his time undoing and buttoning the shirt, fingers travelling dangerously close to your chest and over your navel. An accidental brush of fingers there and another here. You just stood still, breathing shallow in a way that surely didn’t go unnoticed by him. You were fighting the unwanted tingling feeling and heat coiling inside you.

His hands lingered at the last button. You made the mistake of looking up at his face and were encountered with a heavy look that sent you reeling. Your pulse quickened. He was so close, you could have just pushed up to your toes and–

No. No way in Hell. Raphael was gorgeous, but you were not about to sully your soul by sinning with a devil. No matter how inviting the smile on his very kissable lips was or how amazing he smelled.

You had to break the spell somehow.

“Raphael?” You hated how tinged with desperation your voice was.

“Yes?”

You looked away as his hands parted from you. It was a little easier to breathe.

“Um. Thank you for your hospitality,” you said in earnest.

He huffed. “You are very much welcome.” He took a step back and a strange sensation that his thoughts mirrored your own carnal but hesitating ones crept into your mind. Raphael continued: “I’ll add it to your tab, little raven. But now it’s time for you to go.”

Your head snapped up.

“Wait, what tab–?”

In a swirl of devouring flames, you found yourself back at camp and a second later all your companions started yelling. Only then you remembered that your camp clothes had been left by the pool and you were not wearing any pants.

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Rise from grace, fall from love.

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(Adam x oc)

Chapter One

Every king needs an heir. A saying I have heard since I have had ears.

Since my mother and father had gotten married every night they had tried for a child. Never getting one. Until one day that changed. They prayed to god every night for a child and then they had gotten their wish. Though it was a backhanded slap in the face.

They had gotten their child and they named her Isabella Starling. The slap was that I was not a son. A male must be king. A Queen could not rule. After me, they had never been able to conceive another child.

By the time I had turned ten and seven years of age my mother had gotten ill. She died. I grew alone as my fathers grief had driven himself away from me.

—

“Have you seen your father recently, my lady?” My hand maiden Fiona asked. She tightened my corset once more and I felt more of my breath leaving me.

“He is the king. He has many duties to attend to. I am not on the top of that list.”

The same answer I give every person who ask. Fiona tied up the corset and smiled at me through the mirror. “Are you ready for you 18th birthday ceremony?”

No. Today I am to be betrothed to a man of my fathers choosing.

“Ready, as the sun is ready to rise.”

The doors opened and my father walked in. The first time I had seen him in months. I raised my hand as a gesture for Fiona to leave us.

Once we were alone my father spoke. “You look beautiful as your mother.” I didn’t bear any resemblance to my mother. I was a clear carbon of my father.

“I wished to speak to you about an important matter before the celebrations begin.” My father took a seat at the table placed in my room and continued.

“As you know, a male must sit on the throne. However, time changes. I have decided to make you heir.”

I felt the breath leave my body. My whole life I have trained myself to be a wife, not a ruler. I learned how to pour a cup of tea for a man. Not write a diplomatic letter. I couldn’t speak, only nod my head.

Surely my father would remarry and try for a son again? Surely this decision wouldn’t last forever. Since I could remember I wanted to rule, but now that I will I just couldn’t believe it.

My father smiled at me and walked out with one last “,happy birthday my daughter.”

As he walked out Fiona walked it. I couldn’t tell her until the announcement. I had to put on an act.

I sighed a breath and then smiled at the woman. “I’m ready to attend my ceremony.” Fiona nodded and walked me out of my room. Bowing at my deparcher to the throne room.

—

Suitors after suitors offering their hand in marriage. I’ve danced more times than I could count and my head felt dizzy. I took a sip of my wine and turned my head when I heard someone speak from behind me.

“Pardon me for interrupting your time but I couldn’t help notice how bored you were.”

The man was tall, well over six feet. He had short brownish black hair, a stubble over his chin. What stood out to however his golden hue, what stood out to me the most. He was beautiful.

“Do not assume, for I am not bored.” The man hummed as he looked me up and down leisurely. “That is not true. Did you know lying is a sin?” I raised my brow. Just who is this man?

“I’m afraid I have not gotten a name? What title do you come from?” The man smiled at me and took my wine glass.

“Adam is the name, and I’m just passing through I suppose.” He took a long sip, drinking the wine until there was no more.

“Just Adam?”

“Just Adam.” He confirmed. I looked him up and down. He wore leather, clearly he wasn’t just a peasant. “Well Adam, would you like to dance?” I raised my hand to gesture to the dancing people in the ballroom.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” His voice mocking. I raised my brow and started to walk away. Only for him to hurry in front of me. “I would love to dance with you.” He raised his hand up to me. I rolled my eyes — unlady like I know — and took his hand.

We got into our place and waited for the singing to start.

Looking from a window above, it’s like a story of love.

We grabbed each other's hands and took a step to each other.

Can you hear me?

We took one step back and then took another step forward grabbing each other's hands once again. Only this time we didn’t let go.

Came back only yesterday. I'm moving farther away.

He twirled me and my back landed against his chest as we started to sway.

Want you near me.

I looked into his eyes and everything went slower. The song became incredibly loud in my ears as I drowned in his eyes.

All I needed was the love you gave. All I needed for another day and all I ever knew. Only you.

I twirled again and landed chest to chest. He held my waist and my right hand. Though he placed my right hand on his neck, while he took my other hand on his neck as well. He held my waist in both of his arms so gently as if I would break if he was too rough.

His touch was light, but I felt it burn in my skin. My cheeks redden as I watched his devilish grin grow.

Sometimes, when I think of her name. When it’s only a game.

And I need you.

He rested his forehead against mine. The way he was acting was wrong, and I should stop him. But I couldn’t find the strength to.

Listen to the words that you say it’s getting harder to stay. When I see you.

He reached down to my legs and picked me up. — As did the other men with their woman. We twirled and for the first time that night I truly smiled.

All I needed was the love you gave. All I needed for another day. All I ever knew. Only you.

As the song came to a halt I bowed to Adam as a show to my respect. “Thank you for the dance, sir Adam.” It was fun but it couldn’t last. I walked away before he could say anything in return. I didn’t see Adam for the rest of the ceremony.

—

When I walked through the doors of my chambers Fiona was quick to try and help me take off my clothes but I stopped her. “You are dismissed for the night. I wish to be alone.” She bowed and left the doors she had just walked through.

I took a seat at my table and started to take off my earrings. Right, off. Left, off.

A knock at my balcony windows tore my attention away from the mirror in front of me. I turned my head as I saw the man from before, Adam. My eyes widened. I got up and went to the window doors. I opened them and he smiled at me.

“How did you get up here?” I questioned my voice full of wonder. “Well my lady, I wished to see you again.” I took a step back.

“Are you here to hurt me?”

“Not at all.” I nodded my head and returned to the desk I was once at, only this time I was not sitting. “Then why have you come?”

“I never got the chance to thank you for your time at the ceremony. I had quite enjoyed myself.” Adam walked through my room until he was steps behind me. I looked at him through the mirror, the candle's light reflecting on our faces. “I did too.”

“I noticed.” My blood rose to my cheeks. “I also noticed your mind wasn’t fully on me. Now I know I’m not the problem. So what is it?”

“My father told me that it was me who would rule after him.” I didn’t know why I told him, I just felt as if I could.

“Now I don’t pay too much attention to politics, but isn’t this a good thing, my lady?” He looked confused, I suppose any person would be. I even felt confused.

“I want to be happy, but I feel as if even for a moment I do feel happy that my father will remarry and get a son.” I spoke, my voice getting quieter and quieter.

“Is it your wish to rule?”

“Yes.” He took steps to close the distance. My back to his chest. He started to unravel the corset strings, each one he loosen I felt as if a breath of fresh air. “Why?” He asked me in a whisper by my ear. I should stop him, this should be an act only my future husband can do, but I just couldn’t.

“Because I believe I could make my country stronger than ever.”

He undid the last string. The dress was about to fall but he reached a hand in front of me, stopping it from doing so. He leaned down to my ear and spoke as we connected eyes in the mirror. “Your father will not have a son and you shall rule this country, my lady.”

I turn my head to him, my nose brushing his. “Do you truly believe so?” He smiled at me and turned my head to the mirror again. “I do.”

He kissed my neck and I closed my eyes as a sensation I never had washed over me.

“I’ll see you again.” He spoke softly in my ear.

I opened my eyes only to see him gone. My dress fell without him holding it up and I hurried to grab my nightgown.

Had I imagined that?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #adam hazbin hotel #adam is actually hilarious #adam x reader #x reader #Spotify

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persephone11110 · 4 months

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A Different Dialect | b.bradshaw

prompt: “You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”- credit: @memesomething

tw:illness—hiding said illness, past child abuse, self esteem issues, protective b.b, readers a mom| dad bradley bradshaw, reader is masking her pain, the word throw up is mentioned and vomit— also the act of throwing up is mentioned, perfectionism, pushing yourself to exhaustion, 15 years into the future

reader goes by angel

children names: Cobie and and Nicky

this a random one-shot/ apart of FALLEN ANGEL Series

AN: Its been awhile since I posted to this series, random idea was born after listeing to Because of You. And i also pulled a quote from one of my fav shows ever Bojack Horseman , ever have a hard time trying to write the middle of a fic

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Self care….not your biggest strong suit, which is pretty funny for ER/n. Lets just say Bradley doesn’t find it so funny.

This is all started because of your weak immune system. It was shameful how someone who’s been a ER/n for the past decade and half didn’t recognize the severity and symptoms of the flu. For crying out loud your a mom and a wife, your the definition of unstoppable,someone who doesn’t get the chance to fall apart. And yet here we are—laying on bedroom floor, curled up in pain. Weakness doesn’t look good on you Y/n Bradshaw.

Let’s turn the clock back.

This time, you had the chance to hide your sickness from your other half—since he recently taken promotion of Captain he had been busy with students and paper work. As evil as its sounds—you just didnt want him fretting over you, ruining his work schedule because of you, missing out with friend’s because of you.

Being sick today wasn’t any different, you usually toughen it out—pushing yourself while sick was a familiarity, well before you became an adult. You gone to school with body aches, slight fevers, the twins sports game with severe nausea—taking medicine to soothe it. Nothing made you stop—as you learned at a young age age,“Y/n the world doesn’t stop just because your sick.”

You could remember the last time you got sick as a child and the memories are faint but some of it is ingrained into the back of your mind.

“Y/n remember what we say about crying... crying is stupid!"— Dad had grown tired of your loud wails, having come home from a important dinner, he grabbed you by your jaw and gripped it tightly. “Don’t make me have to tell you again”.

You cupped your forehead once again, it felt like someone was taking a knife pulling it in and out. Only couple more hours and twins could be put in their rooms for bedtime. Then you could fall apart—cry if you needed to, throw up if you needed to.

What you didnt expect was your husband to come home early.

“Honey its just a little cold”, you mother batted your hands away from your nose, she stood behind you smoothing the sides of your dresses perfectly.“Your father needs at your best for this dinner, the governor might be considering giving him the funding he deserves”.

You didn’t deserve to be cared for, you didn’t earn the right to stay home like your parents did.

You rolled your shoulders back, you looked in the mirror, praying to god that your mascara didn’t smudge. You put on a fake smile because god forbid you didn’t you smile hard enough infront of strangers your father would have your backside and a belt.

“Come on Y/n, Linda!”’your father shouted from downstairs, he stood at the end of staircase. His shoulders squared straight, his eyes portraying nothing but coldness, it really added to the whole army man persona. “Don’t have all day”.

You sniffled one more time, you swallowed the snot down your throat. Mom hated the way your nose looked after you blew it too many times.

You spent the entire night politely turning down men old enough to your father,while also keeping the bile of vomit down. Multitasker

“Dear god Y/n loosen up, your father needs all the support he can get”. Your mother walked past you, whispering into your ear.

“Yes ma’am, let me go freshen up real quick”, your were face down in toliet, biles of vomit coming up. Remembering where you were, you quickly stood flushing the toliet— you held onto the stall wall.

An older woman passed you onto the way to the sink. “This generation,what makes you think a man is going to want you like that if cant even hold your liquor?”. The silvered hair woman voice held a certain amount of digust that even your own mother couldn’t beat.

Pull yourself together Y/n.

You can do better than this, you were taught trained better than this.

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Walking through the front door Bradley expected two things, his wife helping the twins with last minute homework Or Cobie and Nicky chasing after Orbit, causing a mess to happen around the house.

Quiet house. Bradley allowed his feet to bring him to their shared bedroom.

He didn’t expect for his wife to laying on the floor curled up in a fetal position.“Angel!” Bradley shouts as he slides on to the ground, he didn’t have time to panic—years of being in miltary and being father kicked in. He pressed his finger into your neck hoping and praying to god there was pulse somewhere.

“Brad?” You open your eyes, your confused the worry look Bradley was wearing.“Whats wrong?”.

“Whats wrong Y/n?” His voice dripping with sarcasm, “I just found my wife unconscious on the floor”. You and Bradley are sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Bradley lets not be hysterical, I wasn’t unconscious I’ve worked a graveyard shift while also taking care of the kids”. Your was voice strained, you lost it while at Cobie soccer game.

You squeezed your eyes the ceiling light was starting to bother you, and because you didn’t want Bradley to see you cry.

Bradley gave you once over and started to feel his bubbling anger starting to faint away. “Angel we’re partners remember?” He’s caressing your face, “I have your six, you know that right?”

You peered your eyes back open, and whispered“I know that, I just…..nevermind it doesn’t matter”.

You start to move away from him“the twins need some important forms signed Brad-Brad and Orbit needs to be let out again”.

“Y/n dont worry about that, right now we need to talk about your lack of self care”. Bradley pulls you back to him, “Please let me take care of you”. The amount of emotion that filled Bradley voice broke your heart, you didn’t mean to make him upset.

“We also need to talk about I didn’t even notice my own damn wife was in so much pain”. Bradley ran his hands through hair, “I mean how I couldn’t I?”.

“Well Brad you’ve been working long hours since becoming a captain, the navy needs you more than usual to”. You smile weakly, the last thing you wanted to do was make Bradley feel bad for being promoted.

“Oh angel Im sorry, thats it I’m taking a leave of absence”. Bradley tone held a no-none sense tone.

“No,no Bradley I’m fine this something im used to, sometimes you need make sacrifices”. You speak like its fact, you’ve never been told otherwise.

Bradley sighs his eyes rimming with tears, its got this far without Bradley noticing.“No Y/n your just used to making unnecessary sacrifices for everyone else”.

“When the last time you’ve been taken care of— when’s the last time I spend the day taking care of you?”. Bradley voice was soft, careful to not wake the kids. “Y/n let me take care of you, my wife the mother of kids deserves to be loved , cherised and taken care of”. His voice is quiet, he puts his hand into yours. “I got you Y/n Helen Bradshaw”.

“I know you do Bradley Peter Bradshaw”.

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradsaw x reader

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animeyanderelover · 8 months

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Can I request prompt 56 with Obito?Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

I’m back from my vacation!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, stalking, mentions of arranged engagement, abduction, death

Prompt 56

Nothing had been quite the same. Not since (f/n)'s death. Since their murder. The entire town had been in an uproar ever since, questioning everyone and investing heavily to solve the mysterious and brutal death of your future partner. Well, the one your parents had chosen for you. You hadn't had any say in it when they had arranged together with (f/n)'s parents the engagement, didn't have any right to object when discussions about the wedding had beem brought up. Deep down though you had prayed, prayed to old and new gods to save you, free you from a marriage you didn't want.

However, now that your wishes had been heard, you didn't feel any relief. Never had you wished death upon them, nor any harm as you had known that they hadn't had much of a choice in it either. They could have lived such a long life, far too young had (f/n) left this world. All alone, burnt and murdered. Who would commit such an inhumane crime?

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You did your best to ignore everyone's eyes as you walked across the marketplace, although your head hung low and your gaze was focused on the ground in front of you. Ever since (f/n)'s funeral, rumors had started to make their way amongst the citizens. Many knew by now how unhappy you had been with the arranged engagement and since no one else had ever felt any ill will against (f/n), you had quickly become the main suspect in this murder case. No one had been able to confirm those rumors though as you had been on that day with your parents who had started preparing you for the upcoming marriage, looking with you for the fitting clothes you'd wear for that day. You had an alibi yet despite it, the gossip hadn't died down. An accomplice. That's what you often overheard as people came up with the conclusion that you probably had someone who had helped you. The question would be who though, you'd be slightly curious to see who they might suspect as your partner in crime.

Not everyone believed the ridiculous talk on the streets yet their pitiful and sympathic attempts to cheer you up didn't make you feel any better. You didn't want to be pitied, suspected or noticed at all. You didn't want to be the centre of attention nor made different in the mind of the people only because of your personal connection to the victim. Sometimes you felt like an attraction more than anything else. You were slowly made into an outsider and you did not like it one bit.

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Muffled voices from behind the door caused you to stop abruptly, right in front of your parent's house. Only your parents were supposed to be home right now yet you definitely heard more than two voices right now. You slowly put down the bag filled with groceries before pressing your ear against the wood of the door, attempting to identify the muddle of voices inside.

"You're sure that your child will come? They've been avoiding us for those last few days. Mighty suspicious, wouldn't you agree?"

You recognized the sharp and rough voice instantly, even if the sound was still muffled. It was (f/n)'s father, their mother was most likely with him. You removed your ear hastily as you knew what they thought about you, you'd known ever since the funeral where the mother had shouted and cried at you, blaming you for the death of her child. You understood that both of them were in deep grief and sorrow, felt hot anger for whoever had murdered their only child. An irrational feeling that both of them had turned against the first person available, you. They had been the loudest from all villagers, had accused you the harshest. You were innocent and felt unfairly treated, a part of you still felt sympathy for them. You couldn't bring yourself to face them though, you felt too ashamed and scared to do so. So you slowly placed the bag of groceries in front of the door before turning around. It took courage to face parents struck with resentment and grief, courage you did not have.

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You awoke with a startled gasp in the middle of the night. Strange light was illuminating your room from the window and loud screams could be heard from outside. Many different voices were shouting all at the same time and made it hard for you to distinguish what each of them was saying yet you could clearly hear the sheer panic inside each and every voice. You quickly stood up and hurried over to the window to take a look outside. Your heart dropped and your face twisted into a fearful mask. Fire. There was a fire.

You didn't care that you were still in your night clothes as you stormed down your stairs, hastily put on your shoes and ripped open the door. You stepped on something as soon as you stepped outside though, the object rustling as your foot pressed down onto it. When you lifted your leg confused, you saw a single red rose lying randomly on your doorsill, slightly withered. You picked it up carefully, avoiding to get pricked on the dark red flower. For a few seconds you stared at te flower, trying to come up with an explanation to how that had gotten here when suddenly one of your neighbours called out your name.

"(y/n)! (y/n)!"

They came running from the direction of the fire, fear and worry etched deep into their face.

"Y-you...I think you should get out of the village." they managed to squeeze out in between their panting, wildly gesturing with their hands around.

"What? Why?" you blurted out confused before something clicked in your mind, a bad foreboding as your gaze stared at the brightly burning fire again. If you were right, it came from the direction of...

"What happened?" you asked in a suddenly somber tone, continuously swallowing down the lump in the back of your throat that threatened to appear there and make it hard for you to breathe.

"T-the house of (f/n)'s parents...it's burning! It's on fire, (y/n)! Both of them are most likely..." They couldn't even finish their sentence but they didn't need to, you understood perfectly what had happened right now and you also knew why they urged you to leave as quickly as possible.

"They suspect that I'm responsible for it, don't they?" you pressed out, clutching the rose inside your hand tighter, until you felt the thorns breaking your skin. You yelped quietly as you felt warm blood trickle down your palm, although you were far too stressed in that moment to dwell too long on the mild sting.

"They're out of their minds, (y/n)! They're scared! A few of us tried to stop them but they won't listen! I-I understand that this is unfair of me to ask but I think that it would be safer for you if you'd leave for a while. At least until everyone has calmed down a bit."

"How bad is it?"

"Some of them want to throw you in jail and use force to make you confess that you're the culprit. I don't think that anyone can reason with them right now."

The screams grew slowly louder in the distance, an angry mob that was coming for you. You had masked all your emotions behind a mask as you looked at them with an unreadable expression. They couldn't look you into your eyes and the thought left your lips before you could stop it.

"You're scared of me too." It wasn't an accusation but the stunningly soft tone with which you mumbled those words might have been even more unnerving. They flinched slightly, panicked eyes darting shortly across your face. Their mouth opened shortly as if to negate your statement but they couldn't bring themselves to do so with the way you looked at them.

"I...I'm sorry." they stumbled out, seemingly the only thing that they could come up with in this situation.

"It's alright. Thank you for warning me despite your fear." you replied, numbly stepping forward and walking past them.

"Wait! Are you leaving without any money or clothes?"

"I don't have time for that, I fear." you replied, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the first villagers that came storming to your house. Your legs started dashing across the streets towards the nearby forest where you would take shelter for an unknown time. You wondered what would happen to your parents, prayed for their best as you continued clutching the flower as if searching for comfort in the pain.

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You let your feet carry you through the forest, unaware of where you were going. You just walked and walked further away from the distant screams and the glowing flames and only when everything was only darkness and forest did you realize how uneasy you had been the entire time, holding your breath and clutching the rose in front of your chest, coating it in your blood. A few deep breaths in and out were taken as you took in the sounds of rustling leaves and chirring of the insects, reminding you that nothing would hurt you here. That's when you finally slid down against the trunk behind you, stretching your legs out and laying your hands in your lap, weary gaze focused on your blood-stained palms and the flower, shimmering bloody under the dim moonlight.

A long sigh left your lips, a sound far too old for someone your age, as you leaned your head against the wood behind you. You knew that the question of what to do now was unavoidable but at least for tonight you did not want to worry about it. At least a few hours of peace and silence. That was all you wanted. Heavy eyelids slowly drooped as you didn't even want to bother finding a better place to sleep for tonight. You were exhausted and just wanted to forget everything for a while.

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Not entirely sure if you had fallen asleep at all and if yes for how long, your head shot up all of a sudden like you had seen in your past with alarmed animals when detecting something. A flash of something black had just appeared in one of the treetops before vanishing in thin air. It could have just been your tired imagination, it could have been just some bird but it had disturbed you nonetheless. Your back was stiff from the wood and your neck cramped painfully. You rolled your neck around a bit, the tips of your fingers digging into the tense muscles underneath your skin and massaging them to loosen them up. Your eyes never darted down though as you searched for the strange shadow from before, without much success though. For a blissful short moment you were able to convince yourself that it had been indeed not more than a fleeting imagination from your tired mind. Until you heard something that dangerously resembled footsteps.

Holding the flower in your hand, unwilling to leave it behind and risk leaving any traces behind, you pressed your feet in the hard ground and shuffled yourself into the ocean of bushes behind the tree. Your hands were still inflicted with wounds and nor did you want to open them again and leave behind a trail of blood, nor did you want to risk any infection. Doing it as fast as possible yet also as quietly as possible was a challenge so much so that with every rustle that came with your movement, your heart seemed to stop for a short moment.

Little twigs poked into your clothes, skin and entangled themselves into your hair, pulling it as you moved further into the bushes. Your view was eventually hidden, the limited light shining through the twigs and leaves limited. Only your ears were reliable now and you hyper-focused as you tried to pick up every suspicious sound.

Apparently whoever was out there though wasn't even trying to hide themselves though as you heard them walking to the spot where you had been resting only moments before. Knowing that, you stopped moving completely, not willing to risk getting caught. The tension was killing you and you would have given everything to just peek out of the bushes and catch a short glimpse but you weighted your chances and arrived at the conclusion that it might be too risky. The person walked across the open space, the pace of their footsteps increasing significantly after a while as if getting impatient or anxious.

"(y/n)!"

It was a male, unfamiliar and high-pitched voice that almost sounded fake in your ears. He knew your name so you couldn't do anything besides assuming that he was also from the village, only that you had never heard this voice before. Your home wasn't very big so everyone knew everyone though so the fact that this voice was belonging to someone you didn't know threw you off. Who else would know your name? You'd never left your town. The urgency in his voice was something that surprised you too, no malicious intent anywhere in his voice. Much on the opposite actually, he seemed scared for you. Nevertheless though, you stayed silent. You did not trust strangers who just knew your name whilst you had never met them before.

"(y/n), please come out. I know that it must be scary for you, you poor thing were chased out of your own village. I'd never harm you though, I'm here to help."

You sat up, slightly alarmed that the stranger knew about the village accident. That must have been only a few hours ago. How did he know? He must have been watching you this entire time, a thought that gave you slight chills.

“Sweetheart…where are you hiding? I know you’re here."

Sweetheart? Why would he call you by such an intimate nickname? That was something usually only lovers called each other or parents their own children. He wouldn't call you that without knowing you long enough, you realized with growing dread. How long exactly had this guy been watching you?

Your thoughts blocked out his attempts to beckon you to show yourself as your mind started peacing together the information like you'd done with puzzles when you were younger.

A stranger who knew you yet you'd never seen him who felt some form of weird affection for you. He'd known about you fleeing from the village mere hours ago so he had definitely been watching you without you being aware of it. Was he a stalker? If yes, for how long exactly had you been watched? Since before your engagement? If that was possible, how would have someone like that reacted to the information that you'd been engaged? He already sounded like he wasn't quite in his right mind so he must have reacted terribly to it. But that would only mean...that he must have murdered (f/n) in some sort of blind rage.

This man out there was the murder of (f/n) and their parents.

You felt your blood freezing in your veins as cold terror embraced you tightly. You noticed how your body had slowly started crawling further away as your survival instinct took over. You'd not stay close to someone who had murdered people for you.

When he suddenly started babbling though, you stopped, alarmed by his silence. Admittedly, you hadn't listened to whatever he had been ranting about but it seemed out of character for him. Had he lost his patience.

You heard him sigh, at least you had to assume that it was him. The voice itself was deep, far more deeper than it had previously been but at least it sounded real now. tThat must have been his real voice, although you had to wonder why he would feign his real voice like that.

"You don't leave me much of a choice if you don't come out willingly, you know?"

The voice seemed to be directed to the bushes as if he was looking straight at you, hidden behind the green leaves and twigs. All hair on your body stood up instantly when you heard his voice, your gut twisting around inside of you and letting you know that it sensed danger. You started moving faster as the sensation filled your veins, urging you to get away from this man as quick as possible.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are. I’ll find you anyways, I can hear your breathing.”

It happened in only a mere few seconds and you couldn't react or do anything. He just appeared, right above you. Hands shot through the twigs and leaves, grabbing you and tugging you forcefully out of your hiding spot. Your heart dropped down to your stomach when your legs were in the air flailing around as you were in the air all of a sudden for a few miliseconds before he lifted you up in his arms and seemingly transported back to the open field. The speed had your head spinning, you'd never encountered someone that fast before in your life.

His hold on you was consistent even when he slowly let you down, taking notice of your dizziness and holding you so that you could steady yourself. The world was turning an spinning and so did your stomach as your senses were overwhelmed with the buzzing dizziness in your brain. You wondered shortly if you'd have to vomit, something you'd rather avoid in front of a stranger. Your eyes closed as you took deep breaths, trying to distract yourself from the nausea and the dizziness somehow. You just had to wait until the world didn't spin anymore.

You caught multipe whiffs of his own scent whilst breathing in and out and the image of an old cave instantly popped up in your mind as you did so because that was exactly what he smelled like. An earthy and dusty odor clung to his clothes and skin which made you wonder if he was perhaps living in one.

"I-it's fine. I'm fine now." you stuttered out when you felt one of his gloved hands brushing through your hair worried, your eyelids slowly fluttering open as you blinked a couple of times. The world at least wasn't spinning anymore so you felt secure on both of your feet now, slowly straightening yourself.

He was wearing an orange mask as you noticed, black and slightly spiky hair the only thing that you could see. A small hole was where his eye should be, although it was weird why he didn't have another hole where his other eye was. You gazed warily at the one black hole, unable to see his eye due to the lack of light.

You attempted to remove yourself from his touch carefully only to stop when he quickly grabbed you and pulled you back, seemingly not tolerating even a bit of distance in between you too. You swallowed heavily, pushing the urge to scream and yell back down as you knew that it would be useless. There was no one around here and acting all hysterical surely wouldn't get you anywhere.

"You're the one who murdered (f/n) and set fire to their parent's house, aren't you?" you questioned with a quivering voice.

He tilted his masked face in an almost childlike manner which was answer enough for you and forced you to breathe deeply out and in, your heart pumping wildly inside your chest.

"What do you want to do with me now?"

A question you dreaded but that you had to ask. He hadn't come all the way just to introduce himself to you surely.

"You're coming with me. I'm not letting you wander around like this. It's too dangerous for you."

"Why do you think so?"

"Because I know how the world is. It's a cruel and unforgiving place. I won't let it harm a single strand on your head."

"But I have parents and friends."

You had said something wrong, you knew that the moment his grip tightened on you and he stood straight, towering over you.

"You mean the parents who wanted to marry off to some random stranger and the friends who wanted to chase you out of the village and hurt you? Those so called precious people of yours sold you, betrayed you and didn't even believe in your innocence! What worth could they have to you?"

His voice was poisonous and his grip tight to the point that it became painful. When you winced slightly and grabbed his arm, he luckily snapped out of it and released his hold. You rubbed your hurting arm, pulling it close to your chest.

"So you're saying that you're better than them? Despite the fact that you murdered people?"

"They deserved it! All of them deserved it! They were out to hurt you, imprison you and make you unhappy! I did it to protect you! I already told you, I won't let anyone harm you."

His voice became soft and sincere at the end and you knew that he meant those words. It could have been almost romantic if you didn't know that this was a deranged killer who had some weird obsession with you.

"And you're different?"

"I am. I'll care for you. I'll love you. I'll protect you."

He sounded eager as you asked him those questions and you had a suspicion he misunderstood your hidden horror as acceptance and your questions as confirmation. You couldn't run away though, he was far too fast so you had no choice but to play it safe.

"You say all of this yet I don't even know your name and your face. Seems a bit unfair, considering that you know me quite well."

You were sure that you saw hesitance flickering shortly across his body as he slowly reached out to his mask, paused for a brief moment before pulling it up. What you saw shocked you slightly as you had never seen something like that before.

One half of his face was covered in scars and you could only fathom what would cause such an injury. You had a feeling though that you shouldn't overreact so you kept your calm face and nodded.

"And your name?"

"Obito."

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere obito #yandere obito uchiha

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icdrawings · 8 months

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Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 3

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Gold's pov

I ran to the bridge tripping due to the dress before finding a small dent to curl up in ad I cried. I cried out of the guilt with the Pillar's, the guilt for wasting the pastor's time, and guilt for ruining my dress, the dress that Jewel had made with her own bare hands, the last piece of artwork that she has made since we were young ruined due to me acting rash. I tried to calm down only for it to get worse when hearing the news spread"Hear ye, hear ye! Rehearsal in ruins as Van Dort's child caused chaos! Fishy fiance could be canned! Pillar's all fired up as Van Dort ruins rehearsal!" Sadness overtook me as I felt a small dent in the bridges wall just enough for me to curl up in'How could I be such a fool' I said hugging myself tight 'How could I be so idiotic I practiced all those vows day and night' I covered my mouth with my hand trying to stay silent 'How much of a disappointment am I, why couldn't I be happy' I shut my eyes trying to stopped the tears as I tried to suffocate myself 'I could learn how to love him, I can be the perfect lover for him, I JUST NEED TO LEARN!!!'

"There you are" I heard someone walk towards me, I prayed that it wasn't Howdy I didn't want him to see me like this, something so pitiful and disgusting "oh peaches " wait... I knew who it was but my body wouldn't react, it wouldn't let me breath "It's okay now I'm here peaches" I felt a warm hand on my shoulder "you need to breath now Gold, breath" he rubbed my back slowly letting me caln down as I took a large gasp of air, finally looking to my right to see Eddie. Still whimpering reaching out my shaking hands "pa... pa" was the only thing that could come out as he gave me a strong hug, warm with comfort

"Oh peaches I knew that something would happen, what did they due to you, I swear to God so help me if they did something to you!" He said in a harsh whisper "no... it was my... fault" I said as best I could finally letting him go "Gold..." He said saddened before standing up and showing me his hand which I grabbed since I was a bit dizzy due to lack of oxygen before sitting me on the bridge's wall. "You know that I know that none of this is your fault, you were forced to do this" he said with anger "I know but... I'm the only one left! Coin is in the army, Jewel is... Gone, I'm the only one left, I need to do this in order to survive" I said feeling tears falling "it should be up to you for heaven sack, you've only just met the fellow!?" he said "I can learn! You know I'm a fast learner! I can learn... it'll just take some time" I snapped unable to look at Eddie, trying to wipe away my tears as it was quite for a good few minutes

"Do you know how my husband died?" I looked at Eddie "what?" I said confused "Frank, my beloved, died due to illness, when he passed, I kept remembering the doctors trying to help but nothing worked and Frank was already near death's bed so I sat with him..." He took off his hat and took a deep breath "we chatted for a good while, he kept calling me pumpkin I hated that nickname but at that moment it ment everything as he placed his hand on my face before he fell asleep... I waited but... he went cold and that's when I knew that my whole world had shattered and it stayed like that until I met you three" he wiped his tears before holding my hand before continuing "it was only a month later when I started working again that I saw three little kids walking into the Van Dort's house, I remember asking myself 'when did they have kid's!'" we chuckled "I remember being told that I would have to watch you three since nobody wanted so I saw you guys doing house work when normally a maid would do it I knew something was off, I didn't like it, the Van Dort's were cold but never freezing" we giggled more " I noticed how tight your clothes were, how thin you all looked, and how sad you seemed, I hated it so that's when I made it my mission to get you to be kids again and that's when it started with" "the toys and clothes!" I said "yes, loose clothing to run around in and toys to play with and I remember trying to bake y'all some cookies but that turned out to be a disaster" he said placing the hat down to rub his neck "no, no it was a good attempt" I said " those cookies were saltier than the sea yet you didn't want to hurt my feelings and kept eating them even thought I tried to stop you" he laughed "gosh, you were so nice to us we didn't want to hurt your feelings" I said squeezing his hand a bit

"You kids were too kind, the only ones with hope not greed, Everytime I would wait for my breaks just to play with you kids, all those silly little game always made my day, it helped me with a grieving little by little, heck, you kids taught me how to smile again, how to feel joy again, how to feel love again and for that I've been grateful to you kids... but then I learned what happened to you, you kids were too young to go through that it's caused me to go downhill again, I kept thinking 'am I doing enough for youse kids'" he let go of my hand to place his on my cheek "but then the greatest thing had happened" "what happened" I asked "you kids called me 'papa' and I knew that that I meant everything to you as you were to me" he smiled as did I "and that's when I also new that I needed to give you guys some nicknames" he said with a smug look "really?" I said tilting my head a little "yup! Frank would nickname people after a fruit for vegetables so I thought of doing the same as to include him in our found family, so I used your favorite fruits, figs for Coin, cherries for Jewel, and of course peaches for you" he said I said "you kids are my life and I want to see you happy" he said making me smile "thank you papa" I said "anytime peaches now would you like to go over? I can make your favorite soup" he said happily "thank you but... I think I need some time alone" I said looking down "of course" he said as we touched foreheads "just stay safe okay" he said before giving me a peck on the head and then left. We waved to each other before Eddie disappeared

I sighed before getting up and started walking to the forest to practice my vows. "With this hand... I will take your wine, oh no, with this hand... I will cup your-" I realized I messed up again "oh, goodness no... with... this... with this... with this candle, I will... I will... I will set your mother on fire" I walked deeper in the forest trying to recall the vows but I couldn't get it together so I sat down on a broken brach of a dead tree "oh, it's no use" I said as I pulled out the ring 'I have to do this, I need to do this' gaining determination as I sat up and pretended that the forest was the church itself "with this hand, I will lift your sorrows, your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine" I was making good progress as I started to pretend that a brand was Mrs. Pillar "ah, Mrs. Pillar, you look ravishing this evening" I shook *Mrs. Pillar's hand* going to the dead log "what was that, Mr. Pillar? call you 'father'? if you insist, sir" I ran towards a branch and broke the tip to pretend it was the candle "with this candle, I will light your way in darkness" I *lit* the *candle* and pulled out the ring before walking to a defective branch "with this ring, I ask you to be mine" I placed it on the ring as I finally completed my vows, I smiled sadly knowing that I couldn't avoid the marriage anymore

I was about to take the ring off but hear an fluttering, turning around to see thousands of crows starring right back at me before I could do anything I felt something tug me trying to pull me down as I pulled for it to release until it snapped 'no, no, no, no,' I checked my sleeve and smiled seeing that it wasn't stained or ruined 'I can't get this dress anymore damaged' I then realized that the the tight grip didn't go away finally look to see that a hand no a whole arm holding me tight as I fell down trying to gently remove it without freaking out "let go please" I said hoping it would but and it actually did "oh?" was the only thing I said trying to calm down and process what just happened but then saw that the ground started to open up as a person started to climb up

I froze at what I was staring at, the person was male but something was different, he had blue tinted skin that matched with his hair, he wore a weeding tux all tattered and his left sleeve had been ripped off but was most intriguing was his eyes staring at me through his blue hue vail only for him to remove it to show his face full of stitches

Not once have we broken eye contact, I was stunned it felt like I had forgotten how to breath as I kept looking at him but strangely the only thing that came to mind was 'what happened to him' soon to be quickly snapped out of my thoughts when hear a faint whisper of his voice

"I do"

He offered his hand as I finally gained control of my body and ran "I'm sorry" I apologize even if he is a corpse it still felt rude to rush off but I had to get back. I ran through the forest with ease as it's the same place we're my siblings and I would play in with papa only stopping to see if the corpse was follow and to my horror it was and fast. I was at the bridge turning around to see that the corpse had disappeared. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief only to open and see him right in front of me. I gasped and back away slowly only to be stopped by the wall of the bridge telling me that there was no way out as he came keeping eye contact with me as he stood right in front of me and placed his hands only my face gently rubbing my cheek pouches lovingly

"you may kiss the groom"

In a swift motion he kissed me as a bunch of crows surrounded us making everything go black as I lost consciousness

"A new arrival" someone has said causing me to open my eyes to witness a skeleton and the corpse groom that had kissed me "they must've fainted" the corpse groom said pulling me up to his chest hugging me "what...?what happened?"I asked looking around to witness my new surroundings trying to understand what was going on "by jove! man, looks like we've got ourselves a breather" the skeleton said a bit too excitedly only to be pushed away by a rainbow bird. She had an apron on as both her right leg and side of her face had decayed but what was stunning of her were her feathers, how vibrant they looked, it was mesmerizing "do they have a dead sister?" She asked as I was thrown off by the question feeling sadness somehow the corpse groom could tell and held me tighter but still gentle, it felt nice

The big bird was then pushed aside to show a star like figure wearing a pirate outfit with a sword in her chest "their still soft" she said poking me causing me to whimpered and flinched

She chuckled before standing on the table "A toast, then!" The star cheered before drinking then a skeleton took out her sword and the liquid poured though her chest into their cup as they drank but it went through their body too

"To the newlyweds!" She cheered again that got me confused

"N... newlyweds?" I question what she meant "oh, in the woods, you said your vows so perfectly" the corpse groom said as he wiggled his finger the golden ring on it "I... I did?" I count help but feel bashful due to how truthful the compliment was, I know Howdy complimented me but it was probably due to us soon getting married. Realizing the situation I was in as I pinched my hand hoping that this was a dream but to my horror it wasn't I felt my whole body start to shake as I was led to a table and sat down unable to comprehend what was happening

The bird came back "hello dear my name is Poppy, I will be creating your wedding feast" she said as she grabbed my hand with her feathers that were surprisingly warm "you look so nervous dearie" Ms. Poppy said "th-thank you Ms. Poppy" I said "ah, what a well mannered person you are Poppy is just find dearie" she giggled "thank you... Poppy" I said as I felt myself get lost in her warmth it reminded me of mother until the star pirate came by "wedding feast! I'm salivating" she said as her eye popped out of there sockets causing me to flinch away "SALLY! how rude!" Poppy squeaked at 'sally' as maggot crawled out of there eye sockets "maggots, ha, ha, ha," she tried to lift the mood only for me to be more terrified "oh dearie I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Poppy apologize before rapping me with her wing "ye-yes I'm alright Poppy just startled is all" I said not wanting to be rude even if they were the dead, I was absolutely terrified of what I just saw "I've just got-I've just got some questions that's all Poppy" I said "of course you do ask away dearie" she said "oh, thank you... What's happening? Where am I?" I asked before turning to the corpse groom "and who are you?"

"Well... That's kind of a long story" he replied in a bit of a sadden tone

"What a story it is" we all turned our attention to a big blue dog wearing a clown like outfit with a little that that's ripped and his right eye was missing "a tragic tale of romance, passion, and murder most foul" he continued

"This is gonna be good" Sally said sitting right next to me hold what looks like to be popcorn

"Hit it boys!" The dog shouted as a bunch of skeletons started to play music

🎶 Hey! Give me a listen you corpses of cheer, at least those of you who still got an ear, I'll tell you a story that'll make a skeleton cry, of our own jubilicisious corpse groom 🎶

A spot light was pointed at the groom as everyone started to sing

🎶 Die, die we all pass away, but don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay, and you might try to hide, and you might try to pray, but we all end up remains of the day, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right, yeah, yeah, yeah 🎶

The skeletons uncovered the corpse groom as a skeleton wearing a wig performed a little dance shown by shadow

🎶 Well our guy is a charmer known for miles around, when a mysterious stranger came into town, she's plenty good-looking but down on her cash, and our poor baby fell hard and fast, when his mommy said no he just couldn't cope, so our lovers came up with a plan to elope 🎶

Everyone started to sing again

The skeletons play their music louder as the blue dog pulled me as we dance a bit

🎶 Oh, that's right, okay, oh, yeah, come on, boys, pick it up, yeah, like it, okay, Chancy, take it, yeah, yeah! That's nice, yeah 🎶

They did some more shadow puppetry with the corpse groom

🎶 So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night, they told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight, now his father's wedding suit fit like a glove, you don't need much when you're really in love, except for a few things, or some told, like the family jewels and a satchel full of gold, then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree, on a dark foggy night at a quarter to three, he was ready to go but where was she 🎶

I started to realize what had happened

🎶 And then? 🎶

'The same scenario'

🎶 He waited 🎶

'My big sister jewel'

🎶 And then? 🎶

'Why did that have to happen to you'

🎶 There was a shadow, was it his girl's? 🎶

Tear came down as cover my mouth not to make a sound

🎶 And then? 🎶

'I can't breath'

🎶 His little heart beats so loud 🎶

'It's too much!'

🎶 and then? 🎶

'RUN!'

🎶 And then baby, everything went black 🎶

My heart sank as I tried to wipe my tears

🎶 Now when he opened his eyes he was dead as dust, his jewels were missing and his heart was a bust, so he made a vow lying under that tree, that he'd wait for his true love to set him free, always waiting for someone to ask for his hand🎶

The dog pulled me again and pushed towards the corpse groom who looked at my face with a sadden look and wiped away my tears before we started dancing

🎶 When out of the blue comes this groovy young person, who vows forever to be by his side, and that's the story of our own corpse groom 🎶

Everyone started singing again

🎶 Die, dies we all pass away, but don't wear a frown 'cause it's really okay, you might try to hide, you might try to pray, but we all end up remains of the day 🎶

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The living world

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Eddie's pov

'knew I shouldn't have left them, they've been gone way too long, damn it Eddie you knew better but you can't go look for them due to how crummy the weather is, you promised them you'd stay warm, you promised'

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Howdy's pov

I kept looking out the window hoping Gold comes back safely "Howdy! come away from that window"mother shouted at me causing me to walk over to my parents and the Von Dort's drinking tea

"Oh, I'm sure they'll be back shortly, their terrified of the dark" Mrs. Von Dort said trying to reassure me "in fact, then they were a young child, they used to cry in their sleep regularly, didn't they, William" she continued to say making me worry more then there was a knock at the door "enter" my father said as Lady Julie walked in "ah, Lady Julie Joyful, I trust the room is to your liking?" my mother asked "thank you, you are a most gracious hostess, which is why it pains me to be the bearer of... such bad news" she said making me more worried 'is Gold alright, did they get hurt, shoot why didn't go chasing after them they looked so scared, it's all my fault' I tried quieting my thought when the crier brought by Lady Julie announced "would you care to repeat tonight's headline for us?" She asked"hear ye, hear ye! Gold Treasure seen this night on the bridge in the arms of a mysterious man! The dark-haired mister and master Treasure slipped away into the night!... and now, the weather, scattered showers-" "enough! That will be all" Lady Julie said to the crier before he walked out

'that couldn't be true' I felt my heart break 'Gold... no they are too caring to do this, there has to be a reason' I tried to think positively trying to ignore the acting sorrow I felt

"Mystery man?" Their mother said in disbelief "they don't even know any men!" she cried "or so you thought, do call for me if you need my assistance" Lady Julie walked toward the door before looking straight at me "in any way" and with that she left sending a chill down my spine "good heavens, Finis, what should we do!?" My mother cried "fetch me my musket" my father said to the butler who brought it right away. I was about to intervene terrified of what they might do to Gold when "oh William, do something" I heard their aunt panic "um, the town crier probably just had a slow news day, you know how it is, you need a little something to cry about" their uncle said trying to calm down my father's temper

"Regardless we are one fiance short for the wedding tomorrow... not to mention the financial implications" my father mumbled the last part quietly "a most scandalous embarrassment for us all" my mother said bitterly "oh, give us a chance to find them, we beg of you, just give us until dawn" Gold's aunt begged, my mother was silent for a few moments before "very well, until dawn" she agreed

After that I went to my room and started to pray

"Please Gold forgive me for not protecting you, from my parents, from the pastor, please for me come back safe, I beg you,... please"

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Chapter 4

#o/c #welcome home #welcome home oc #wally darling #wally darling x o/c #wally darling x reader #wally x reader #corpse puppet au #@sketchquill #eddie dear #howdy pillar #julie joyful #sally starlet #poppy partridge #barnaby b beagle

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It had started out as such a good day.

He had woken up with Eddie peppering his face in kisses, always a total sap in the morning. And it never failed to make Steve feel light as a feather. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that he had gotten here, after all the shit they had been through. But his life in their little apartment with Wayne and Eddie, was better than anything else he’d ever had.

They had met Robin for breakfast, then Steve hung around while Eddie did a few deals, always the passenger princess. They gave the kids a ride home from school before heading back to the apartment. Then they decided to just be lazy sacks of shit for the rest of the night, happy to cuddle on the couch while they watched bad tv. He felt so good, just sitting there, tucked to Eddie’s side. Like nothing could ever bother him in their happy little bubble.

But then the phone rang.

It was Wayne who picked it up, just on his way out to start his own night. There were a few clipped words before he looked over at Steve, brow furrowed, “It’s for you.”

It took a second for him to extract himself from Eddie’s tight grip and he was a giggling mess by the time he was actually able to stand.

“Who is it?” Steve asked as he made his way over. His smile dropped when he saw worried Wayne’s expression. His mind automatically went to the worst-case scenarios. Did something happen to Robin? Or Dustin? Or Max or Lucas-

Wayne interrupted his anxiety ridden spiral, though the news still wasn’t good, “It…sounds like your dad.”

Oh god, no.

Steve could feel his stomach drop as he shakily took the phone from him, internally praying that he was wrong, “Hello?”

“Jesus Christ,” He could hear his father yelling over to someone else, “He’s there. He’s fucking shacking up with the queer, it’s all true.”

Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest. How did they know he was here? How did they know about Eddie? What were they doing back in town? What the fuck did they want from him?

His Dad finished his side rant, finally addressing Steve in that same cold authoritative tone, “Steven, you have fifteen minutes to get to this house or I’m going to find you. And the other fag will stay there if he knows what’s good for him. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

And then he hung up the phone, not even bothering to wait for an answer. Steve didn’t waste any time in getting his shoes on, trying and failing to reassure Eddie that everything was fine all the while,“It happens sometimes, when they get back. It’s like a checklist item to see me. I’ll be fine. It will be one awkward dinner and then I’ll be back before you know it.”

He could tell he wasn’t buying it. Of course he wasn’t buying it. There was no one on the planet who knew him better than he did, no matter how hard he tried to hide the fact that he was scared shitless.

He was trailing behind him as he got ready, still trying to reason with him, “If it’s not gonna take that long then I can just wait in the car baby, it’s not that big a deal-”

“Eddie, no,” Steve said, voice impressively firm despite how he felt, “I’ll be fine, trust me okay?”

He hated lying to him, but the thought of his Eddie being in the same room as them made him feel fucking ill. He’d die before he let his dad touch a single hair on his love’s head. There was no way in hell he was going anywhere near that place.

He shrugged on Eddie’s jacket, despite the fact that it probably wasn’t a good call to wear your boyfriend’s clothes to what could only be a disownment meeting with his parents, but Steve needed something to calm his nerves a little. And having something that smelled like his boyfriend would have to do.

“Nine at the latest, I swear,” Steve lied, leaning in to kiss his cheek before rushing out the door.

He could feel Eddie watching him as he went, but Steve didn’t look back. He just got into his car and left, that stupid time limit still ringing in his ears. It was a Daniel Harrington classic threat, one that Steve hadn’t heard since he was back in highschool. Senior year was around the time he lost near all interest in him. He didn’t even care enough to knock him around near the end, opting to just remind him that he was a failure and a waste of space over the phone.

He didn’t even know why he still called them. He’d only talked to his mom a handful of times when he tried, but usually it was just a bertating session from his dad.

‘That you deserved.’

The treacherous intrusive thought was in his head before he could stop it. But it wasn’t alone. It was never alone.

‘Maybe if you had done better in school he wouldn’t have had to hit you.’

‘Maybe if you had a job that was worthwhile your mom would actually talk to you.’

‘Maybe if you weren’t such a fuckup then the people who gave you everything would actually love you.’

It was so…frustrating how easily he could get back here. Even after nearly two years of being around people who loved him, who actually cared about him, it only took one damn phone call to have him spiraling out again. He thought this phase of his life was over. He thought that his parents were done with him, that they had finally given up on the dream of Steve being somebody.

Hell, he even thought that he might never even see them again. He hadn’t seen either of them for two damn years. They had been on vacation in New Jersey when the Vecna shit hit critical mass, and then they never came back. Why couldn’t that have been the end of it? What right did they have to come waltzing back into his life, just to shit all over it? Why did they have to involve Eddie? How did they even know about him?

His shaking had only gotten worse by the time he pulled into his old driveway. He hated how scared he was. He had fought against literal fucking demons, but the though of having to face his father was enough to have him shaking in his boots. It was so stupid, but that didn’t stop the sight of his shiny BMW from making him want to puke.

This was going to be bad. Really, really fucking bad. He didn’t want to do this shit. He wanted to tell them both to go to hell and leave him the fuck alone. But…he couldn’t risk anything happening to Eddie. He wouldn’t. So if he had to take a beating before they officially disowned him so Eddie could be left alone, so be it.

His mom met him at the door, disturbingly pleasant when she gestured for him to come inside.

“Let me take your coat for you sweetheart,” she said, voice sickly sweet as she led Steve into the house. He let her take it, despite how bizarre the behavior was. His mom wasn’t as bad as his dad, she never had been, but affection wasn’t really her style. Not without Steve having to do something in return. She more…just watched when things got bad. Maybe helped patch him up during the worst times, but she was never very active when it came to his “discipline”.

The whole thing was already weird as hell. His dad should have been screaming at him by now, but the house was eerily quiet. She led him to the dining room, and there Daniel Harrington was, seething at the table with a beer in hand, a few empty bottles already pushed off to the side. But he didn’t start yelling at the sight of him. Which was new.

Steve didn’t like it.

His mom gestured for him to sit down before taking her own place between them. He felt like he was at a fucking tribunal, and the faux attempt at civility was just making his hair stand on end. Steve stared at them, waiting for someone to say something.

Surprisingly it was his mom who went first. She took a deep breath before saying, “Steve, we know that the last few years have probably been hard for you. Everything that’s happened in this town….it couldn’t have been easy to see. And we understand that experience is clouding your decision making process. And…we want to help.”

His dad went next, voice deceptively even, “Your mother’s right. You have a mental disorder that can be treated. And luckily for you, we’re willing to pay for the help you need.”

This was wrong. This whole thing was wrong. Steve just wanted someone to yell at him already. He shook his head, confused, “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

“You know damn well what we’re talking about,” Daniel scoffed, “Whatever is happening between you and that piece of trailer trash ends today.”

“He’s not trash,” Steve shot back, momentarily forgetting that he should be trying to lie here. He could handle them saying shit about him, but Eddie hadn’t done a damn thing to either of them, “And nothing is going on between us-”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Daniel hissed out, his calm facade finally cracking. Steve could see his grip on the beer bottle tighten, dangerously close to shattering the glass, “We’ve been back for a week Steven, and you haven’t spent a single night here. Tell me, do friends share a room in shitty apartments? Do friends kiss each other at the movie theater? Please feel free to enlighten me.”

Steve swallowed, throat dry. So much for lying his way through this, “Who told you?”

“Tommy called us,” His mom interjected, “And thank god for that. It’s not too late to change things around baby.”

Steve couldn’t help but physically cringe at the nickname. It wasn’t for her to say. But the news from Tommy was even worse. He knew he hated him now, and that was whatever. Who cared? But Tommy was also the only person he’d ever told about his dad. He was the only one he trusted when he was a kid not to say anything, and to know that he told them, knowing full well what would happen…hurt a lot more than he expected.

“You’re lucky that boy cares about you still,” Daniel added, “So don’t waste our time. Just admit it. Have you or have you not been having an affair with a man?”

No point in denying it now, “I have.”

They both tensed at the admission, like they had still been holding out for some magical explanation to explain away the whole thing. But Steve was tired of lying. He didn’t even want to. If he had it his way the whole world would know about them being together. He’d shout it from the fucking roof tops if he could.

“Okay. Thank you for admitting it,” His mom sighed, “Steve, this doesn’t have to be complicated. All you have to do is pack your bags and leave with us. There’s this lovely little place in Delaware that can get you all fixed up -”

“I love him,” Steve interrupted. There was no point in keeping this charade going any longer. Steve wasn’t going fucking anywhere. He can see the way his father's arms twitch at that, the thread of patience he had managed to hold onto on the edge of snapping. He didn't have much time left.

"You think you love him," His mom corrected, “You’re confused-”

“I’m not confused. I love him, mom. And he loves me. I’m not going to give that up for anything.”

“It doesn’t matter how you feel,” Daniel dismissed, voice rising, “What matters is getting your life back on track. You are going to get your shit from that dump and leave with us tonight or else-”

“Or else what?” Steve asked, “You’ll disown me? Cut me out of the will? I don’t give a fuck.”

He’s never talked to either of them like this before, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need them. He never needed them. He had a family, a real family, and that never included the people at this table, “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m not going to leave him. I’m not doing any of it.”

He should have seen the bottle coming, but that didn’t stop the pained gasp that came out when it hit him square in the arm. Even in his forties Daniel Harrington was still strong, strong enough for some of the glass to embed itself in his skin. Steve almost wanted to laugh, now it made sense why his mom had insisted on taking off the jacket.

Daniel stood, his chair clattering to the floor before he threw another one that hit him square in the forearm. He was finally yelling thank god, Steve just wanted this whole shit show to be over with, “You’re choosing him over us? After everything we’ve done for you?”

"Yes,” The word is barely out of his mouth before he’s stalking over to him, completely ignoring his mom’s weak protests for him to calm down. He was in front of him now, all that barely contained rage finally spilling over.

He grabbed him by the collar, physically pulling him up from his seat before shaking him a little, “My only son is not going to be with a god-damned faggot. And if I have to beat it out of you I will. But you are never going near that piece of shit again. Do you understand me?”

A tiny part of Steve was begging for him to apologize. To just do what they said and stop trying to fight. But that part of himself is wrong. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with loving Eddie. It was the best thing he’d ever done in his whole fucking life. Nothing could change his mind, not even fear.

Steve isn’t sure what possessed him to say what he did next. Revenge, pettiness, bitter honesty, he wasn’t sure, but the words were coming out, “Y’know he kissed me for the first time under this same roof? He fucked me here too. In basically every room. And I loved every second of it. How does that feel? Knowing that your only son isn’t just in love with a fag, but gets fucked by one too?”

This time he saw the punch coming, but it didn’t stop it from hurting like a bitch. He hit him square in the face before throwing him to the ground, opting to start kicking the shit out of him next. He was always quicker than Steve gave him credit for.

He could vaguely hear his mom screaming in the background, begging him to stop, but Daniel kept going. Even his head wasn’t off limits, and it only took one swift kick for Steve to snap out of his stupor. Why was he taking this? Why wasn’t he trying to leave? Why had he never fought back before?

His mom was physically trying to stop him now, and it was just enough time for Steve to finally fucking do something. He moves without thinking, taking the opportunity to kick him back from his place on the ground, squarely in the crotch. It’s a low blow, but fuck it. He’d never seen him so angry before, and if he didn’t get away there was a solid chance he might kill him by accident.

It worked even better than he thought it would. His dad crumpled immediately, probably just as shocked from the fact that Steve hit him as much as he was from the pain. It’s the first time he’s ever hit him, despite the years and years of random beatings. Steve was almost as surprised as he was that he managed to do it, but he didn’t have time to dwell. He stood on shaky legs, booking it to the front door.

He stops to get the jacket, stupidly taking the time to put it back on. But if he ever needed the comfort of Eddie’s smell, it was definitely right now.

Right before he’s about to step over the threshold, Daniel calls out to him, voice booming with fury, “If you walk out that door you’ll never see either of us again.”

It's enough to have Steve whipping back around, glaring at them both. His mom was helping his dad back up like she was actually worried he’d been hurt, when it was Steve who had blood dripping down his face. Daniel was staring right at him, daring him to leave, delusional enough to think that there was anything about them worth staying for.

“Good riddance,” Steve hissed out before turning back away. He walked straight out the front door, ignoring every scream and yell for him to come back.

He got into his car, and he drove away.

Excerpt from this fic. And technically a rewrite from this fic

Part two!

#the perfect loving nightmare #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #chapter seven is up!#steddie #tw homophobia #tw violence #eddie munson #steve harrington #maybe post part 2 later if interest #but its also like just in the fic so not a big deal either way #living the unknown dream

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illarian-rambling · 27 days

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❤️‍🩹- What would your character look like if they were a deity? And what would they have power of, and ❣️- What show/movie/game/book universe would your character thrive in? for the heart ask game :3 (sorry if you've alr answered these ones!)

I have not, thank you!

If my characters were gods, I think they'd be the gods of little things. They're only people, after all.

Izjik would be the goddess of a well-needed ass beating. Ever seen a middle school bully get their head bounced against a locker because they called a wrestler girl fat? Ever had your mind expanded by sparring against someone way better than you? These are Izjik’s domain. She appears to the worthy as a gray cloaked silhouette with bloody handwraps and a proud smile.

Sepo would be the god of the feeling you get while listening to your favorite song. Screaming out the lyrics in the car. Getting goosebumps while listening to it for the first time. He is the bearer of such feelings. He shows himself as a glimmer of dark eyes reflecting from your phone screen, radio dial, or record player.

Twenari would be the goddess of lab safety. She protects her followers from acid spills and accidentally getting crystal violet on their clothes. Occasionally, if someone has earned her wrath, they might find the chemical shower they need to use to be out of water. She appears as a whirl of colorful liquids found in the disposal bucket.

Djek would be the god of party safety. Say a prayer before you go out to the club, and you'll always find someone trustworthy to hold your drink while you use the bathroom. His faithful always find their way home even when stumbling drunk. He appears as a hazy form only to those who are heavily intoxicated, taking their hand and leading them back to their friends.

Astra would be the goddess of academic risks. She's who you pray to when you use some funky grammar in an essay or when you have to bullshit your way through citations. If your prayer pleases her, your gamble will pay off. She shows herself as a smiling face present in the twisting characters of an academic article or online journal entry.

Mashal would be the god of powering through dysmorphia. Sometimes, your body doesn't look or feel how you want it to, and sometimes, in the moment, you can't do anything about it. Mashal offers the persistence to go out and have an alright day regardless, granting the knowledge that it won't always be this way. He appears as a half-glimpsed figure in mirrors and windows, always with a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Ivander would be the god of interesting things happening at work. Having a boring day at your office job? Pray to Ivander and something might happen. It might be a food truck in the parking lot. It might be Kelly from HR getting into a screaming match with the IT guy. For good or for ill, he will always send something interesting your way. He takes the form of a faceless man in a suit, laughing at the edge of the scene.

As for what book/show/game/movie they'd be good in, that's a tougher one. Don't blame me if half of these end up being cosmere related lol

I've never seen the Walking Dead, but I do believe Izjik would do fantastic in any zombie apocalypse. She's got a good sense of community and is great at any sort of survival stuff. Alternatively, she could survive the Magnus Archive version of London. She's already used to one overbearing being named End - so what if you slap a The on there?

Sepo would do well on Roshar, the setting of the Stormlight Archive. He likes storms, he'd make a great ardent, and I think he could hear the parshendi rhythms through sheer force of will. If he ended up as a Radient, and lord knows he has the trauma to do it, he'd be an Elsecaller. The only problem would be, if he's an ardent, he'd have to shave his head, and that's a no go for him.

Twenari would legitimately enjoy being trapped in Aperture Labs. She loves puzzles and science. So what if there's some bodily risk? I think she'd actually get along with Glados and end up just asking for more puzzles once she finishes them all.

Djek would do well in the setting of The Kings of the Wyld. There, adventures are treated like rock bands, and afforded all the glitz and glamor you might assume comes with the station. He might not be the strongest fighter, but by god, can he work a crowd. He'd have a mob of fangirls by the end of his first quest.

Astra, as I've said before, would rule the setting of Mad Max. To be fair, I've never seen a Mad Max movie, but I know it has big trucks and scary guns, which are Astra's jam.

Mashal would do alright for himself in the Star Wars universe. There's just so much out there. He could wander the outer rim, helping whoever he finds as he goes. There are also a lot of other robots and robot-adjacent beings out there, so I think he could definitely find someone like himself to relate to.

Ivander, for my second cosmere setting of this post, could survive Elantris. More importantly, he could be afflicted by the Shaod and not go insane. He's already used to bearing an immense amount of pain. He'd probably just say "fuck it, were organizing this shithole now" and get to it before Raoden.

Thanks for the asks, these were fun ones :)

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ariel-seagull-wings · 26 days

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LOULIYYA, DAUGHTER OF MORGAN

@hamlet-macbeth-othello

@softlytowardthesun @adarkrainbow @natache @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @professorlehnsherr-almashy @themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie @tamisdava2 @faintingheroine @princesssarisa @angelixgutz @amalthea9 @allthegoodbobdylanlyricsaretaken @thealmightyemprex

(A folktale from Egypt)

ONCE THERE WAS a king and his wife who did not have any children. One day the queen prayed to God, “Oh God, my God, who hears my prayers, be kind to me and grant me a child. I will name him Yousif.” She made a nadr:

“If I have a child, I will make three wells and fill them, one with honey, one with butter, and one with rosewater.”

Time passed. One day went and one day came, and she became pregnant. She had a boy whom she called Yousif.

The king and his wife almost flew with joy. One year after another, Yousif grew up, and he was going to school.

With time, while the king was asleep he heard a hatif saying, “King, fulfill your pledge. Fulfill the pledge that you owe.”

This happened three times. Every time the king forgot. Yousif became ill.

They got him all the kingdom’s doctors and the sheiks. No one could cure him. Finally they said, “Maybe there is an unfulfilled pledge. Think! Have you made a pledge, king?”

The king and the queen remembered their promise. Immediately the king ordered that three large wells be dug and lined with china tile and filled to the top - one with honey, the second with butter, and the third with rosewater.

And he dispatched a crier to announce in town, “Oh God’s people, people of this town, he who wants honey, butter, and rosewater should come tomorrow to the king’s palace.”

That was it. With the appearance of the morning star, everyone in town was rushing to the king’s palace. This one carrying a saucepan, that one carrying a wash tub, and this one and that one! They clustered around on the three wells, and almost immediately they were empty. After a short while there was nothing at all. A while later, an old woman came leaning on a cane. She had three cans on a tray which she carried on top of her head. When she found that the wells were empty, she took out a little piece of sponge and began sponging the drops off the walls of the wells. After a very long time, she had hardly filled her three small cans, and she turned back to go home. Now the king’s son, Yousif, was playing with his ball. He threw his ball like this-and it hit the old woman. She fell on the ground, and everything was spilled.

Yousif ran to her and said, “Never mind, old mother. I am wrong.”

The woman answered, “With what can I curse you? With what can I curse you, son? You are too young. I am going to curse you with Louliyya, daughter of Morgan,” and she left.

He went to his father and mother and asked them, “Who is Louliyya, daughter of Morgan?”

They answered him, “Son, you are too young. You should have nothing to do with these things.”

Everytime he asked someone, the answer was, “You have nothing to do with these things.”

Finally an old servant said to him, “She is a beautiful girl that you have to find yourself.”

That was it. He went to his mother and father and said, “Prepare rations for me. I’m going out into the world. I have to find Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

When they heard this, their hearts sank to their toes. They kept on crying and imploring him, “Don’t do this, son. Stay away from her. No one has gone to find her and come back. We have no one else but you.”

He answered them, “It is no use.”

He finally took a horse, food and water, and some money and left.

He kept on moving from God’s countries to God’s peoples. One town carried him, and another town put him down, until the inhabited part of the world ended. He kept on traveling in the desert.

After a while, he saw dust coming from a distance. It came closer and closer. He looked to find a ghoul coming toward him. The moment the ghoul was by his side, he greeted him, “Peace be upon you, father ghoul.”

The ghoul answered, “Had your greeting not preceded your speech, I would have devoured your flesh before gnawing on your bones. What do you want?”

He answered, “I’m looking for Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

The ogre said, “Son, keep on going. You will meet my brother. He is one day older than I am and a year more knowledgeable.”

Yousif kept on going until he saw another cloud of dust, larger than the one before it. It came closer and closer, and finally when the ghoul was next to him, he said, “Peace be upon you, father ghoul.”

The ghoul replied, “Had your greeting not preceded your speech, I would have devoured your flesh before gnawing on your bones. What do you want?”

He replied, “I want to know how to reach Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

The ogre said to him, “Keep on going. Ahead you will meet my brother. He is one day older than myself and a year more knowledgeable.”

He kept on going until he met the third brother. He was much larger and much more fearsome than the first two. Yousif said to him, “Peace be upon you, father ghoul.”

The ghoul replied, “Had your greeting not preceded your speech, I would have devoured your flesh before gnawing on your bones. What do you want?”

He replied, “I want to know how to reach Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

The ghoul said, “Ahead of you you’ll find my sister, and she is the only one who can tell you how to reach her. When you get there, if you find her with her red chicks around her and her hair combed and groomed, don’t you dare say a word or make her feel your presence; but if you find her with her hair messed up and her green chicks around her and her breasts thrown over her shoulder you can talk to her, for she is going to be in a good mood.”

Yousif left and kept on going and going.

When he reached the ghoula’s house, he hid and peeped. He saw that her hair was well groomed and her red chicks were hopping up and down around her. He did not say a word and remained in his place.

After a while, about sunset, she messed up her hair and started catching her red chicks and eating them.

She let out her green chicks from the pen and threw her breasts behind her back and started singing. Yousif tiptoed behind her. The chicks saw him and shouted, “Somebody’s coming!” but she was singing so loudly that she did not hear them.

Of course she was in a good mood. When Yousif reached her, he suckled each of her breasts once. She shouted, “Ahhh, now you are my ‘milkson.’ You suckled my right breast, you became like my son Isma‘Aeen; you suckled my left breast, you became like my son ‘Aabdel-‘Aal! What do you want?”

He said, “Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

She said to him, “Why, son? You are too young to die.”

Even if his head was against a thousand swords, he insisted and said, “Never! I have to find Louliyya, daughter of Morgan.”

She said, “Well, take this ball and this racket. Hit the ball with the racket, and wherever the ball goes, you follow it. They will take you to the place you want to go.”

That was it. Yousif got back on his horse and struck the ball with the racket.

The ball flew into the air, landed on the ground, and kept on rolling. Mounted on his horse, Yousif followed it.

He kept on hitting the ball and running after it, hitting the ball and running after it, hitting the ball and running after it.

Hit and run, hit and run, hit and run, until finally he found himself in front of a huge palace in the middle of the desert.

This palace was high, high, high; it had neither windows nor gates. He went around it, and finally he saw one small window at the top of the palace.

As he stood wondering about this palace and thinking who it might be who owned it, he saw a huge dust cloud coming from far, far away.

He heard a dog barking and a big commotion. He hid himself behind a big boulder and peeped out. He saw an ghoul much larger than all the ghouls he had met.

The ghoul came to the palace and shouted, “Oh Louliyya, daughter of Morgan, let down your long hair and take your father the ghoul away from the heat of the hills.”

Yousif saw the little window open, and out of it appeared a young woman whose beauty was indescribable. Glory be to the creator for his creation!

She swung her hair out of the window, and it came down until it reached the ground. Her father the ghoul climbed up on her hair.

Pull, pull, pull, he was up there. He got in, and the window was closed. When he got inside, he asked her, “What have you cooked for us today?”

She said, “Such-and-such,’’ and served him what she had cooked.

He ate, and after that he rested his head and went to sleep. Now to whom do we return?

To Yousif outside! He kept himself hidden until the morning of the following day.

The window opened, and the hair was let down from it, and the ghoul climbed down on Louliyya’s hair. Yousif waited until the dust disappeared. He came out of his hiding place and shouted, “Oh Louliyya, daughter of Morgan, let your long hair down and take Yousif, for whom you have been predestined, away from the heat of the hills.”

The window was opened, and he looked up and saw her looking down. When she saw him, her heart softened for him; she fell in love with him. She said to him, “What brought you here? Get away with your skin still on your body! For if my father sees you, he will kill you and drink from your blood”’

He said to her, “Before I go, lift me up, and I will tell you my story.”

She swung her hair out, and he climbed up. He told her his story from hello to good-bye and said to her, “You are predestined for me, and we must get back to the house of my father and mother. We must escape from here.”

She said to him, “Escape to where? The distance we could cover in a day my father the ghoul will cover in one step.”

As they were talking, they heard a big commotion and heard her father shouting, “Oh Louliyya, daughter of Morgan, let your long hair down and take your father away from the heat of the hills.”

She was frightened and said, “What a catastrophe! My father the ghoul is back. Where shall I hide you/! Where shall I hide you/!”

She transformed him into a pin and pinned it on her chest.

When her father came up, he asked her, “What took you so long?”

She said, “Nothing; I was just in the bath.”

The ghoul started sniffing around, saying, “I smell the trace of a human not of our race.”

She said to him, “There is nothing.”

He looked all over the place and did not find anything. He asked for his food, and after he had eaten, he went to sleep. The following day the ghoul left as usual.

As soon as he was gone, she pulled the pin out of her collar; it became Yousif.

She said to him, “We must go now!”

She got some henna and tinted everything in the house with rose coloring. She overlooked only one thing, the tambourine. It hid from her underneath the sofa. She took her comb, her sewing needle, and her mirror, and she went out with Yousif.

When her father the ghoul returned, he started calling “Oh Louliyya!”

Nobody answered.

“Oh Louliyya!”

Nobody answered. Finally, when he became impatient, he started calling on everything in the house. “Oh chair!”

The chair said, “She is sitting on me!”

“Oh bed!”

The bed answered, “She is sleeping in me!”

“Oh bathtub!”

The bathtub answered, “She is bathing in me!”

Finally the tambourine started dancing and singing.

“Tumm ti dum, tshshsht, tshshsht, Tumm ti dum, tuu, tuu, Yousif took her and flew! Tuu, tuu, Yousif took her and flew.”

That was it. The ghoul heard this, and he went mad. He got his dogs to sniff around, and they flew after them.

Now we return to whom? To Yousif and Louliyya. They kept on going until they finally saw the cloud of dust coming from afar.

It kept on getting bigger and bigger until it blocked the sun; it was just like nighttime. Louliyya took out her needle and threw it back over her shoulder. Immediately it became a field of thorns.

The ghoul and his dog went right through it; the thorns pierced their feet. The ghoul kept saying to his dog, “Pluck out, my dog, and I’ll pluck out with you. Pluck out, my dog, and I’ll pluck out with you.”

Meanwhile Yousif and Louliyya were far away.

After a little while the ghoul drew very near to them again. Louliyya threw her comb back over her shoulder. Immediately the comb became a thick hedge of bamboo.

They got lost in it. The ghoul kept saying to his dog , “Chop down, my dog, and I’ll chop down with you. Chop down, my dog, and I’ll chop down with you.”

Yousif and Louliyya got a little bit farther away from them. Again the ghoul drew very close to them. Louliyya threw her mirror back over her shoulder. Immediately it became a lake.

When the ghoul got to it, he and his dog started drinking it. The ghoul would say, “Drink, my dog, and I will drink with you. Drink, my dog, and I will drink with you.”

They kept on drinking and drinking and drinking until they exploded. Before the ogre died, he threw some pins at them. As soon as the pins struck them, Louliyya became a she-dog, and Yousif became a lark.

He flew away. Louliyya kept on going until she reached Yousif‘s parents. She lay down in front of the doorstep and kept on barking.

No one paid any attention to her.

Yousif kept on coming back and hovering over the house and singing, “How are you, how are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?”

Louliyya would answer back, “Over me is dust, underneath me is dust, just like a dog’s place of rest, Yousif!”

One day Yousif's mother heard her saying, “Yousif.”

She and Yousif‘s father had become blind from crying over their son. She asked the dog, “What did you say?”

It repeated what it had said. Yousif‘s mother took her inside and made a bed of straw for her in the stable.

The following day Yousif hovered over the house singing, “How are you, how are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?”

She answered back, “Over me is straw, and underneath me is straw, just like a mare’s place of rest, Yousif.”

Yousif‘s mother heard this, and she said to herself, “Something must be the matter with this dog.”

She took her upstairs and put her in a room with a bed with silk sheets and covers. The following day, when Yousif hovered over the house singing, “How are you, how are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?” she replied, “Over me is silk, and silk is underneath me, just like a prince’s place of rest, Yousif.”

Yousif‘s mother was listening this time. She heard the whole thing. She entered the room and called the dog to her. It went to her. She kept on feeling its body and caressing it with her hand.

As she was passing her hand over its head, she found three pins pierced deep in it. She pulled them out, and immediately, with the omnipotence of the Omnipotent, she became a beautiful young lady again.

She told Yousif‘s mother and father about all that happened, how her father imprisoned her, how Yousif came to her-everything that happened. She said to them, “Get me some sugar, and I will get Yousif back.”

“How?” they asked her.

She answered, “Just wait and see.”

The following morning Yousif came back hovering over the house and said, “How are you, Louliyya, in the house of my father and mother?”

She said, “I have some sugar for you,” and she put her hand with granulated sugar in it out the window.

The lark perched on the palm of her hand to have some sugar. Ooops! She caught it! She found three pins stuck in its head. As soon as she plucked them out, the lark-with God’s omnipotence-became Yousif again.

He went and embraced his father and mother; their sight was restored by God’s will.

Yousif and Louliyya got married! The celebration lasted for forty days and forty nights.

They lived in stability and prosperity and begat boys and girls.

Now toota, toota, the tale is over. Was it sweet or dragging? If sweet, you owe a song, if dragging, you owe a story.

#arabic #egypt #fairy tales #folktales #folklore #fantasy #literature #maiden in the tower #magic flight #rapunzel

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THE RAVEN AND THE FIREFLY - CHAPTER 4 - DON'T YOU MOVE FROM HERE

Joel Miller X Fem reader

Minors DNI

Summary: Joel is talked into moving a girl that may be insane across the country to find a Firefly medical center where they think they can harness her immunity to the infected to create a cure. At the same time, her father, Poe, has found access to a drug that can stop the infection and revert it. However, Poe and his daughter Amy seem to suffer from delusions that they come from outer space. Are they really the only hope that the world has for a cure? Or are they part of a cult that believes in nonsense and prays on the mentally ill? Either way, Joel has been paid enough to escourt her safely to the meeting point. As long as nothing goes sideways he's going to get a big pay out.

A/N I said I wouldn't name chapters because I just didn't understand how FooMoo picked their chapter names but as I settle into this story and understand how the characters work, I am beginning to understand what is a more important statement and what should be underlined. So I named this chapter.

As always, Feel better, FooMoo. We miss you!

CHAPTER 4 - DON’T YOU MOVE FROM HERE

A military vehicle rumbled by, topped with young men in black uniforms casually sprawled out on the top of the vehicle, yet, stone faced and aiming guns like vipers ready to strike.

They were most likely high off pills like most young military were ushered to do these days. They tried to hide their shaking palms as they scan their flashlights and guns through the gutters for anyone out past curfew as they go into withdrawal.

They don’t want to be there either - shooting someone for being out past 9 pm. But they’ve been told it’s their duty and in a world devoid of morals and empathy, sometimes a uniform and a gun can make you feel like you have some control. But there’s the nagging feeling underneath, the primal knowledge, that they know this isn’t the way. So they take the pills and fund people like Joel who have to scurry past curfew through the streets to get them their supply.

Joel grabbed the back of your shirt and shoved you down into the dirty gutter water as you both held your breath and laid as flat as possible just as the spotlight of a guard grazed over your back but, thankfully, didn’t take notice.

“Thank god military brats are all drugged up now,” Joel says looking slowly up from the grimy water, “Their senses are dulled.”

You turn and raise an eyebrow at him.

“You need that leg up, don’t you old man?” You tease.

Joel heaves himself to his feet with a grunt and offers you his hand. You deny the helpful motion and stand up on your own, “See how I did that without grunting?” You smirk.

Joel dead stares you, “You wanna find your father on your own? Cause I’d love to just stay home with my feet up…”

“Nope.” You suddenly realize Joel isn’t messing around and that he could easily leave you to die in these unfamiliar circumstances.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Joel moves closer to you and stares into your eyes with a stiff jaw, “When I say ‘duck’ you duck. When I say ‘run’ you run. When I say be silent you don’t say a goddamn word.” He points at you firmly. You stare at him with fear seeping into your expression.

“Got it.”

“Repeat it.” He firmly demands.

“You’re the boss.” You nod.

He continues to inspect the sincerity in your expression then finally lets up, “Good girl.” He gruffs, “Now move.” he quietly hisses as he gently pushes you forward in the gutter.

Eventually, the two of you find the door to the wall of the QZ and he knocks a slow, purposeful, pattern against it. The door swings open and the same guard that let you into the QZ stares at you through a battered and swollen face.

“Jeeezus!” You exclaim looking at him. He doesn’t acknowledge you and merely ushers you and Joel through quickly with a hand motion.

“Never come back here.” The guard hisses then outstretches his hand to Joel in anticipation. Joel palms a dirty ziplock bag of pills into his hand.

“Thank you.” Joel mumbles.

“Never let me see you around here again. I’ll shoot you on site if either of you come back.” The young guard glares at Joel.

“Understood.” Joel grunts and the two of you turn and sluff off into the landfill as the battered guard downs a pill then straightens his posture as he guards the door, staring like a stone statue into the night.

After clambouring and crawling through the tangled jungle of metal and random trash you and Joel finally reach the outter landfill wall. He falls to his haunches, leaning against the wall and takes a swig of his canteen while he catches his breath.

“You can’t go home.” You state the obvious but are confused why he would bet so much on your survival.

“Wasn’t much for me there anyways.” Joel flicks his eyes up to you then takes another swig of his canteen and offers you some. You shake it off and plunk down next to him, leaning against the wall.

“Why me?” You turn to him and ask. “Why would you help me above anyone else?”

Joel shifts uneasily, not sure weather to tell the truth or a lie.

“Money.” He lies.

“Bullshit.” You retort as you stare intently at him. Your eyes on him break down his confidence in the lie and he sighs.

“Maybe. Were you in a cult?”

“No.” You say simply. When Joel rolls his head towards you in disbelief you decide, reluctantly, to elaborate, “I remember fleeing with my father. I remember traveling through space on a small, cramped ship.” You retort. Joel simply continues to stare at you with an expression of disbelief. “Where could I get those memories from? And my father says the same thing.” Joel finally looks away realizing he wont get a straight answer from you that is anywhere near tethered to reality. He decides to drop it and changes the subject.

“I’m gonna boost you up.” He shuffles to his feet and cups his hands. “Once you’re up there I’ll move some garbage over I can climb up on to get me a little higher but I’m going to need you to help lift me over.”

“Sure.” You state looking up at the wall. “What’s on the other side of that wall?” You question nervously.

“Somewhere… your father.” He hadn’t said it as a snarky comment. There was an air of empathy in his words as he cupped his hands then nodded for you to put your foot in for a boost. You did as he instructed and with a grunt and a leap up you grabbed the top of the wall and with the momentum of Joel trying to toss you up you managed to scramble to the top and perch there, looking down at him.

Joel heaves some wooden skids and a metal cargo box over to the wall to give him a boost and reaches his hand up at you.

“I could leave you here right now and go on my own.” Your voice whispered down to him as you held your hand out but it rang out as an offer, not a threat. Joel slapped his hand onto your forearm then braced it with his other arm and stared back into your eyes as he stated,

“You’d die out there in a day without me. Besides, you heard the guard. I can’t go back. We’re stuck together.”

You nod, solumley, and as he jumps at the wall with all his might and a loud grunt, you heave him up with every last amber of your strength and the two of you tumble over the wall. He lands on top of you and both of you take a moment to get your wits about you before you realize he’s caging you in on the ground with his body. It takes you another moment to realize… you think you like it.

He pushes himself up on his forearms and stares at you for a bit too long.

“Sorry… I didn’t think you were that strong.”

You smile at him, “Must be my alien genetics.” You joke.

Joel tries to hide his smile as he rolls off of you. You pull yourself to your feet and make an over exaggerated “UUURGH!” Grunt as you do it and shoot a side eye with a smile at Joel. He tries to bow his head to hide a chuckle but you catch it and smile to yourself in a silent victory. “You gotta work on that old man grunt. One of these days it’s gonna give away your position.” You smirk. Joel playfully tosses a stick at you.

“I’m fifty six years old you little shit. I’m allowed to have body parts hurt for no reason.”

“Uuuuunghoookay.” You mock. Joel ignores your teasing and looks around the dark forest.

“We’re gonna hike for a few hours then camp in the forest. Do you have that in you?” He asks trying to get the interaction more professional.

You put your hands on your lower back and lean back comically with another loud groan, “Urrrgh… I think these weary bones can handle it.”

He hides another chuckle by turning his face away and jabs, simply,

in a grumble

“Fuck off.”

You and Joel hiked for hours through the woods. Joel was surprised your eye lids were disobeying you and drooping before his did. He opted for making camp in the deep woods but with no fire. Fire could possibly gain the attention of other people. Other people were almost more dangerous than the infected these days.

He rolled out his sleeping bag, as did you with the lantern in between you.

“Scream if you’re being eaten.” Joel says nonchalantly.

“Don’t feel you need to.” You retort.

There’s a long silence and you hear Joel sniffing the air loudly.

“What?” You ask, annoyed.

“Do you smell that?” Joel asks.

“Smell what?” You snap.

“It’s like…” Joel pauses to find his words, “Flowers and citrus.”

“I don’t smell anything.” You shut him down but in the back of your mind there is a tickle that tells you what that smell may be. He says nothing and rolls over in his sleeping bag to go to sleep.

You wake the next morning with a weight on you. Surprisingly, it’s physically, rather than emotionally. Joel has his large, strong, arm wrapped over you and one of his legs draped over your frame. You know you should move away, that this is some sort of internalized behaiour he has become accustomed to and not specific to you. However, you can’t help but push back into his body.

He moans in his sleep with pleasure and you feel his grasp around you get tighter. He slowly thrusts into you. You lean back and whisper to Joel to wake him up, “Joel… Joel! It’s me… Amy…” He holds you tighter and pushes his stubbly jaw further into your neck while he whines halfway between sleep and consciousness. His slow and gentle thrusting continues as he’s half asleep as he growls, “You smell so good.” As he buries his face into your neck and gently kisses your soft skin.

Your brain is faltering, skipping all over the place as Joel worships your flesh while half asleep. You scramble to collect your thoughts that won’t be corralled. Your father warned you about this. You know what this is.

You could have had a chance to hide it, but apparently are traveling alone with one of the only men in the galaxy who is compatible with you.

No!

You shout to yourself inwardly and shuffle away from Joel’s touch.

“I’m sorry…” Joel says sorrowfully. “I don’t know what got into me.” You turn and look at his deep brown sad eyes and all you want to do is jump on him, feel his body, let him gently explore you. You envision it in your mind within seconds and it makes your breath hitch and heart jump but as you look at him, unsure how to proceed, you realize, this needs to wait. To make sure its not just a hormonal shift you’re having that attracts him to you and you to him.

Fuck, this isn’t good.

You may be going into heat.

But you feel alone and terrified. For once you want some reprieve from just barely surviving and having some actual comfort.

You turn towards Joel and wrap your arms around him. He lets out a low, exhausted sigh as he nuzzles into your body.

“Don’t you move from here.” He whispers, half awake, as he pulls you tight.

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