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The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader, Pt 2
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The hours that followed Ghost leaving you to your own were brutal. It took a few long moments to collect yourself, all tears and trembling hands, but eventually, your legs found the strength to haul your body up to your feet. Your mind replays the last couple minutes on loop tauntingly.
If Ghost hadn't caught you in time, you'd be nothing but a broken egg on the pavement below. Your brain tried to think about what it would have felt like if you had plummeted without haste, but your body reminded you angrily how it felt to hit the wall on your way down. Surely, deep bruises of purple and blue would climb like vines up the side of your frame. Your body would make sure to ache, to remind you of the damage you'd inflicted onto it.
Damaged, but alive.
It feels odd being alive, now. You really had made your choice, fully accepted the gravity of your life cut short. Perhaps it was cowardly. But, ultimately, you knew that it would have been the better outcome between death and eternal imprisonment.
Still, guilt eats away at you. The image of Ghost's eyes through his mask haunts you- that primal fear in those beautiful eyes engraved in the back of your brain. If he hadn't been as fast- if he'd hesitated for even a second, you'd have slipped right through his fingers. You'd have dropped all the way down to the unforgiving concrete and ceased to be right in front of him. It hurts you- the thought of him grieving you like that. Surely he would have hated you for it.
When night came (rather quickly), you took your chance to escape. Wherever point 'A' was, it wasn't so nearby you couldn't scurry down those five flights of stairs and dart into the darkness. You ran from bush to bush, building to building, and even through a knee-deep marsh. You were grateful that this October was warm, but you would be lying to say you appreciated the bugs. Mosquitos ate away at your skin despite your efforts to battle them away.
You'd only been a few miles away from base, so it wasn't long before you were skirting along the trees, staring at the mile-high electric fences surrounding the fort you'd become so familiar with. The base you and Ghost had been staying at was a nice one- with all the fixings and even single-person 'homes'. They were small, one-bedroom trailer-looking flats with all the basic necessities, but compared to the places you'd slept before they may have well as been your own little personal heaven. Warm water and an AC unit-they'd spoiled you and your fellow soldiers. You remember on your first night, cuddled up under the blankets on your very own bed, praying they'd keep you stationed here for the rest of your military days.
But, now, here you were, creeping along the greenery, feeling more foe than friend. From outside, you could see military vehicles parking for the night and soldiers standing guard. Sneaking up on your own base, your own friends, you really did feel like a spy. You linger outside, wondering what to do.
Then it hits you.
And you know exactly where to go.
You disappear back into the trees. It's barely another mile out, but with just the moon overheard to guide you, you struggle to find your way. You pass by trees and boulders of every size, before you enter a small clearing, and tucked all the way to the side is exactly what you were looking for. A dingy half-finished shed engulfed by the canopy of trees and shadows.
And god, there he is, standing there and waiting for you.
In this light, Ghost really does look like he could be a monster. His mask nearly glows. Half covered by murky shadows, dotted by the glowing streaks of the moon passing through the leaves overhead, he stands and waits for you. Like he knew you were coming.
And he was right. Because here you were.
You snap a twig on accident and his body visibly tenses as he searches for the source, but when his eyes find your figure in the darkness it only takes a second for him to realize it's you.
"Been a while since I've been here," you start. He moves to the side as you pass him. The door opens with a dull creak.
"I'm glad we both had the same idea." Ghost grunts.
"You're telling me. I had to ditch my phone and everything, so if you weren't here I'd have no way of contacting you. And y'know what, that's two phones in two months. Talk about bad luck." You sigh.
"Never did find you're old one, hm? Not good, soldier."
"Oh, I'm sure it's lost in the ocean or blown to bits by now."
Ghost scoffs. "Hope so. Get inside."
When you'd first been stationed at his base, boredom often ate away at you until it felt like you'd go crazy. Ghost had been off on his own mission, the few friends you did have at that time never left the base of their own volition. But you, on the other hand, craved exploration. So you found yourself wandering the perimeter around the base, thinking about nothing and everything. That's when you discovered the beat-up old shed. At that time it was nothing more than a caved-in roof, rain-soaked flooring, and a broken window. Over the course of a couple weeks, you began to work to fix it up, glad to have something to focus on during your between-missions time.
When Ghost had returned to base during Christmas, and he realized that you too had no home to return to for the holidays, he began to join you.
Over that Christmas, you both turned it into somewhere you could both go to talk and occasionally share a few drinks. That was when you'd truly bonded with him. That was when he'd finally started letting you in willingly.
Dirt flecks off the frame of the door as you step inside, and it's just as dusty as you remember. Two chairs sit in the center with patchy blankets serving as cushions. An uneven table sits between them, one leg broken half off but supported by water-logged books stacked atop each other.
The moon filters in through the cracked window and paints the brown walls a beautiful blue.
Ghost sits with a grunt, kicking his feet out and sighing. It invites you, calls you in to shut the door behind you and settle beside him. So, you do. The chair creaks underneath your weight and you breathe out the frustrations of the day, gone into the air. For the first time that day, your guard lowers.
You just... breathe.
"What a nightmare this is." You sigh.
Ghost shrugs. "No one knows what 't think. They know something's not right."
A pang of relief visibly flushes through you, cut short when he shakes his head.
"Don't get too excited." He says quietly.
"...And why's that?"
"Graves called in his shadows." Ghost taps his finger against the table, lingering, picking and choosing his next words while you feel anxiety start to bubble within you. When he speaks again, it's forlorn. "He isn't exactly pushing for 'em to bring you in alive."
The weight of your heart dropping could have burst straight through the chair you sat on. It settles into your gut like an awful stone. A dull, pained chuckle escapes you.
"I knew he didn't like me, but damn."
Ghost shakes his head. "He's panicking. Thinks you can tell us where the missiles are."
"Missiles?" You ask, eyebrows raised in concern.
It must have struck him then, that Ghost hadn't yet updated you on the situation arising off-air. And judging by the way he tenses and leans forward in his chair, it must be pretty grim.
"Hassan... He's got our missiles. Three of 'em." As Ghost speaks with newfound hesitation and urgency, you can feel your nerves lighting up with each syllable. "We can't find the damn things. They get out... 'Lot of people will die."
"Jesus Christ." You wipe your palms down your face, eyebrows knit together. "How the hell did he get our missiles?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out. 'Pparently there's some messages and photos of you chatting with one of Hassan's men. That you might know a thing or two on where to find 'em."
"I haven't talked to anyone that wasn't our own." You groan. "God, what the fuck. And pictures?"
"From what I heard. They haven't shown 'em to us. Refuse to, actually." Ghost leans back in his chair, eyeing you like he's holding something back. "Like I said, no one knows what to think."
You stare down at your lap. Though you already know the answer, you find yourself asking anyways, with an uneven voice.
"...You trust me, right...?"
"God's sake." He scoffs, and you regret asking at all.
"I just have to be sure. Pictures can be convincing-"
"Pictures none of us have even laid eyes on. You think I'd be here right now if I didn't believe you?"
Guilt eats away at you, eyes downcast. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I can't wrap my head around why of all people it had to be me."
"We'll find out. Shepherd won't give us hardly any information, and anything he does give us is... vague." Ghost is choosy with his words. "...Shepherd found and turned the evidence in himself, supposedly."
You feel an actual strike of nausea pulse through you.
"There's no way Shepherd would frame me." Though you try to say it with an even tone, your voice exposes your lack of confidence in your General. You suck in a breath when there's no reply. "Ghost..?"
Ghost doesn't answer, but his eyes do flick to yours. A silent, cautious confirmation.
You swallow. Hard.
"But... But what good could come of this? I mean up until now I've been an exemplary soldier. Like, not to brag here, but I graduated at the fucking top of my squad and I damn well aced every test they threw at me."
"I know all this." Ghost chimes. "Everyone knows all of this. I don't know what the big plan is. I don't even know if there is a big plan. I just know something isn't right."
There's a pause, and his eyes soften.
"I know you wouldn't do this."
Tears well at the waterlines of your eyes and you struggle to hold them back. With the military against you, Shadow's snapping at your heels at every chance they could get, and now faced with the chance that your own fucking general would frame you, you're completely unsure of what to do next. Ghost leans over the table and sets a firm hand on your shoulder.
You bite your tears back, refusing to let him witness you cry again. Twice in one day was just too much on your already shattered ego.
"What do I do?" Your voice betrays you, uneven and breaking.
Ghost stands up and sighs. "You aren't doing anything. You're staying here."
"For real?" You frown up at him, pawing at your eyes angrily. The sight of him preparing to leave makes your stomach churn- the thought of being alone in this shed all night slinking into your mind. "I can't just sit here and do nothing-"
"That's exactly what you're gonna do. Get some rest, tonight." Ghost doesn't even give you the chance to argue, already pulling the door open. You gape at him from your chair with wet eyes. You see the way he lingers, see the way he considers stepping back inside, but his resolve remains firm. For just a brief moment, he turns to look at you from outside.
You sit on the chair, bringing your knees up to your chest. Sounds from all directions reach your waiting ears as you take a final glance at him.
"I'll be back in the morning." He offers. The door shuts, and darkness encases you.
Shrouded in pitch black, listening to the sound of his footsteps growing further and further away, you fear tears sting your eyes once more. All alone, you let them slip down your cheeks.
You'd never felt so alone.
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Heyo!!! 😁 I’m not sure if your still taking requests but I've had this idea for a little while.
Could you do Aaron × BAU f!reader where they are having an argument and something had happened in the field and when they got back home (originally his place) they got into a heated argument and Aaron says something to reader like "why did you even coming here with me if we're just going to fight" which the reader responds by saying "would you rather me to go out into the field and not come back to you?" And when Aaron doesn't answer (out of shock or surprise) reader takes it the wrong way and as his answer and leaves which he then regrets what he said. The next day in the office reader won't even look or talk to him and in the field reader is more careless and takes huge risks because of what Aaron had said.
It could possibly end with reader getting an injury and is in the hospital and in fluff or hurt/comfort. However you see fit is perfect!!! 😊
Im in a big mood for some angsty shizz and I have asked a couple different writers about this just to see what different perspectives and ideas they can create with it. So if you are able and willing i would love to see what you put together for this. If not that's perfectly fine too! Thanks luv 🫶🫶🫶
Hiiiii, I'm always open to requests and up for a challenge so thank you so much for this!!! I'll see what I can do for you <3 I hope it's okay.
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You knew going after an unsub much bigger than you on foot, and alone was a bad idea, well.... you knew it now. But at that moment, the only thought that had crossed your mind was that if you let this man get away, men and women would never stop suffering at the hands of him. You had found him by fluke, so it was now or never.
You weren't expecting to be tackled from behind, I mean, you had been chasing him, right? He was in front of you. But somewhere you'd lost track of the man and just kept jogging in the direction you knew he'd gone in, so when he tackled you from behind it was a complete surprise and you hadn't had enough time to put you hands out in front of you to support your fall.
You hit your head hard, your vision going blurry for a moment as you struggled to breathe under the weight straddling you. He was big and could easily overpower you, you both knew it. His hands flew to your neck as he squeezed, trying to crush your throat under his hands. You gasped, and wheezed, kicked and clawed at him, but he just sat over you with a large grin, knowing your life was in his hands and he was going to take it.
So when the gunshot cracked and he stilled on top of you, for that brief moment where his brain still ticked and his heart still beat, he wondered how he hadn't realised you had been distracting him with your kicks and your gasps, all so you could reach for your gun. The bullet came from your gun. The bullet that put an end to his reign of terror. A single bullet, that saved countless lives.
You hadn't even been able to take a heavy drag of air, or relax for a single second knowing you were no longer in danger before police sirens blared and uniformed officers trudged through the forest, torches on high as they searched for you and the unsub.
"Y/n?" The first voice you recognised was Derek's. You noticed a hint of panic in his tone as he searched for you, unsure if you were close or not.
"Over here" You called, barely able to get the words as the literal dead weight on you rested over your chest, robbing you of air. You heard heavy shoes against the ground and twigs and leaves crunch under weight before Derek broke through a bush, his torch landing on you.
"I got them" He yelled loud enough that his voice echoed and even Aaron who'd been so many hundred metres, panic searching for you heard him and ran in the direction of his voice. Derek jogged over to you, letting out a relieved sigh at the sight before him. You were alive, and the unsub wasn't.
"You owe me a drink for how worried sick you made me" Derek frowned down at you, wiping the sweat from his forehead and placing his hands on his hips to catch his breath.
"Yeah, sure. Now are you going to help me, or leave me here under this rock all night?" You wheezed, relieved to see Derek crack an amused smile, an airy laugh bubbling out of his throat as he bent down to help you.
"You push, I'll pull" He ordered you, eyes jumping back to yours as you scoffed.
"No, you push and I'll pull" You joked, not needing Derek to tell you to push, as if that wasn't what you wanted. Derek rolled his eyes, a smirk on his mouth as he counted down from 3. The second 1 left his mouth, despite being sore and having no energy you pushed with all your might, and with Derek's help were able to roll the unsub off of you.
The second his weight left your chest you doubled over, coughing uncontrollably as air suddenly flooded your lungs. Derek was quick to help pull you up, slinging your arm over his shoulder, his hand rubbing circles on your back as he helped move you away from the unsub and officers flooding the area. He pulled you off to the side before sitting you an a dead tree stump.
"Hey, you alright?" He asked, crouching down to your height and pushing your hair back out of your face. You nodded your head, before immediately stopping as zaps of pain made you groan.
"Yeah, I just hit my head a little hard" Derek frowned before moving his hand to the back of your head, eyes jumping back to yours as he met a wet spot.
"I think you're bleeding."
"What?" You gaped, letting Derek pull you up and sling your arm back over his shoulder as he helped guide you back through the forest.
"Medics are already here, we'll get you checked out" You thanked Derek for finding you and helping you so much. You even shared a couple jokes and laughs with him, but the moment you broke through the forest your face was wiped of its smile.
Standing beside the ambulance, was a very grumpy looking Aaron in a black polo and FBI vest. To anyone else he looked like he did all day, every day- frowning, and bored. But you could tell that his eyebrows being a tiny fraction more furrowed meant he was mad. Being able to read your boyfriend was both a blessing and a curse. Derek helped you over to him, before quickly dipping and leaving you alone with your fuming boyfriend.
"Aaron-" You started to say, but he was quick to cut you off, arms flexing as he folded them over his chest.
"Save it. We'll talk later" He snapped, causing you to rear back at his tone. You knew he would be angry about you taking on an unsub alone, but you didn't know he'd be this angry.
"Are you really that angry-"
"I said save it. Now hurry up and get checked so we can leave" You watched, lips slightly parted at Aaron clicked at a paramedic to give you attention, before he turned around and stormed back over to one of the SUV's. What had been confusion over Aaron's tone quickly turned to anger on your part as well. Of all the people to judge you for running after an unsub alone, Aaron had no right, not when 7 out of 10 decisions he made in the field were stupid.
"You've got a concussion and some bleeding at the back of your head. I'd suggest going to the hospital to get it properly patched up. There's only so much I can do here" The paramedic who had been checking you informed you. You offered the man a tight lipped smile as you stood up and off the side of the ambulance.
"Thank you" You told him before walking off to meet the rest of your team who'd been waiting in a circle at the front of the SUV's.
"Hey" Derek smiled as you stopped beside him. He raised his hand to your head and ruffled your hair like a dog.
"How's your head, Fred?" He asked, and your eyes flew to Aaron who was watching you with a frown, waiting to hear all the injuries you'd gotten. The longer you stared at him, the less you felt like telling the truth, knowing he'd use it against you in an argument. You glanced back at Derek and smiled.
"All good."
"Great. Let's get out of here. I want to go home" Emily smiled, patting your arm before everyone split up between the cars and headed back to the bureau. You were grateful for a local case so you wouldn't have to endure hours of tension on the jet, but at the same time maybe that's exactly what you needed between you and Aaron- time for him to calm down, and time for you to sooth the concussion.
Despite Aaron being your boyfriend, Derek had been the most supportive on of your team. He'd found you, helped you, worried for you, and hesitantly left you at the ambulance, so it wasn't surprising you stuck to him like glue for the drive back to Quantico, not that he minded. It gave him more time to check that you were 100% okay.
When you got back everyone was quick to grab their things before leaving and heading home for the night, excited to sleep in their own beds after a tiring case you'd all worried would go unsolved, but it hadn't, thanks to you. You tried to leave quickly before Aaron could intercept you, but of course, you can't always get what you want.
"My place" Aaron huffed from behind you, before quickening and lengthening his strides until he passed you, refusing to glance back as he stormed to his car. You got in your own car, watching him drive away before you even started the ignition. You wondered how he'd react if you just didn't go to his. He wasn't your boss outside of work, he couldn't order you around, but there was no doubt in your mind that if you weren't at his soon after him he'd call and text every last person in his phone that you had connections with, just to hunt you down and find you.
So you followed him, and soon reluctantly pulled up out the front of his apartment building. You got out, walked inside and took the elevator to his floor before slowly walking down the hall and stopping in front of his apartment door. You didn't even need to knock, because in seconds the door opened and there stood a much too unhappy Aaron.
"I hope the wind doesn't change" You tried to ease the tension, offering a half smile, it wavering as Aaron rolled his eyes and turned around, leaving the door open for you to come inside.
"That's your coping strategy? Making jokes?" He scoffed as you clicked your tongue against your teeth, closing and locking his apartment door behind yourself. You followed him further into his apartment, stopping and watching as he filled a glass with water.
"It's much more fun than what you're doing. Aaron, you're being overdramatic" He let out a laugh before turning to look at you. You took a small step back, not liking the look on his face or the tone of his voice. You wished you'd never driven to his, because you knew just by looking at him he was going to be the mean Aaron you hated tonight.
"Oh, am I?" Your own joking smile fell from your face, quickly mirroring the frown on his face as you nodded your head, subtly grabbing the stool beside you when you felt yourself become slightly dizzy. You were sure you didn't actually have a concussion. A headache, sure, but not a concussion. All you needed was some ibuprofen and you'd be fine.
"Yeah, you are. You're being overdramatic and you're being totally unfair. You know if it was the other way around I'd never give you as much grief as you're giving me right now" You raise your voice, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.
"Maybe cause if it were the other way around you know I would've made smarter decisions than you did tonight" You scoff in disbelief at the utter bullshit coming from your boyfriends mouth.
"You know for a fact you're just as hot headed as me, Aaron. You make just as many stupid mistakes and you get just as injured, so don't try to lecture me about 'smarter decisions' cause you know that's a load of crock" You hated how he spoke and treated you during arguments, like you weren't his equal. Like every decision he made was perfect, and every on you made was a mistake.
Aaron brings his hands up, dragging them down his face as a loud, irritated groan echoes around the apartment. "Far out, I shouldn't have told you to come over after a once in a blue moon field day for you. Why did you actually even come? You don't follow 95% of my orders, but what? You do now?"
"What would you rather Aaron, me going out into the field and still coming back to you, even if it is to fight? Or me going into the field and not coming back to you?" Your question stuns Aaron into silence and out of the ever consuming rage he'd felt. All that pent up anger dissipates at the picture you've painted in his head. One with a reality where you don't come home to him. It didn't matter if after every case you fought, all that mattered was that you came home with him every night, safe and healthy.
The silence you had stunned Aaron into rebounds right back at you. Your shoulders sag and your eyes burn as you stare at the man you loved, not saying a single word in response to the hypothetical you threw at him. Not a single word. Not a single word to let you know he of course wanted you to come home to him, instead his deafening silence twisting your brain to think the opposite.
Was he tired of you? Is that why he was so quiet? Because he couldn't figure out a way to tell you he didn't want you to come back to him, so he was going to let you answer that question for yourself?
You didn't know what the hell his silence meant, but all you did know was you were tired, angry, hurt, and a little heart broken. You didn't know what else to say, so instead opted to say nothing. Quickly, you stormed past Aaron, shoulder knocking his hard as you ripped open his front door and slammed it behind you as you left.
If he didn't want you coming home to him, then there was no point staying. It took Aaron all of 30 seconds for his heart to start racing, the pit of his stomach churning in a sickly rhythm as guilt consumed his every being. Of course he wanted you to come home to him, you were all he wanted and all he'd ever need, it was the image you'd put in his brain that he didn't want following him. One where you and him weren't together. One where he went to bed and woke up alone. One where all the love he could possibly feel for another- for you, went to waste.
Aaron felt like an asshole for not having answered you. He knows now that you would've overthought his silence, and knew you'd be thinking Aaron was at home, wishing you two weren't together anymore. In your mind, you'd probably already broken up with him, and that was quite literally the last thing he wanted.
Aaron grabbed his car keys with every intention to hop in his car and drive by your house, and if you weren't in, he'd spend all night driving around the city until he found you. But when his phone dings with a notification of a new, urgent case, he hops in his car, knowing despite how you may be feeling, nothing could keep you away from an urgent case.
Aaron was first at the office, soon followed by Spencer, then Emily, then JJ, and then Dave and Derek who'd been out together being each others wingman.
"These serial killers couldn't even give us one night?" Emily groans, rubbing her eyes tiredly after having been awoken by a phone call with a deeply apologetic Penelope on the other end of the line.
"I had laid down literally 3 minutes before Pen called" JJ huffs, pushing her hair out of her face and behind her ears.
"Somebody better be getting tortured" Dave mumbled under his breath, Derek snorting behind him as everyone started making their way into the conference room. All seats but one where quickly occupied, and Derek was the first, after Aaron to notice your absence.
"Where's Y/n? She get your call?" Derek asked Penelope as she stood in front of the case TV.
"Yeah, I already started briefing her over the phone and sent her the files. She said she was going to stop off and get coffee for every one so to meet at the jet" It was the little things about you that everyone loved. How thoughtful and giving you were, even if it was just coffee. But the fact you knew this would be hard on everyone and personally stopped off to grab coffee to help them all out, made them love you just that little bit more.
The team was quickly briefed before immediately heading out to the jet. You and the team were desperately needed in Florida for a case where first born daughters in large families were being kidnapped in the middle of the night. No bodies, but a lot of evidence of a scuffle at all the crime scenes. So far 5 girls were missing and the last two happened within a night of each other.
When the team got to the jet you were already inside, a paper travel coffee cup with each persons name at their respected seats they tended to stick to. You had placed Aaron's cup at the seat against the back wall window, and despite the fact you usually sat next to him, you were sitting on the couch to be as far away from him as you could. Reid's cup was in your place and Aaron instantly noticed the moment he stepped onto the jet.
You were thanked as everyone took sips from their hot coffees and sat down, Aaron reluctantly sitting down despite the fact his eyes were trained on you not looking at him. He wanted you beside him, but he knew it'd take a lot more than an apology. Besides, the last place he wanted to beg for your forgiveness was in front of the team.
He'd do it... but he didn't want to. So instead he decided to give you space, saving a chat for the first chance you two get to be alone. Quickly everyone started talking about the case, ideas bouncing off each other one after another for the whole duration of the couple hour flight.
When you all landed you got off with Derek, refusing to spare Aaron even a glance. You were ignoring him and that was the way it stayed the whole time the team were in Florida.
There were numerous times Aaron tried to pull you aside to talk but you'd quickly come up with an excuse, or you'd brush him off, pretend you couldn't hear him and go and talk to someone else. It was clear to everyone there was trouble in paradise, but they wanted not input in it so they let you two do your thing all the while working the case.
You even refused to share a motel room with him. When you'd gotten to the motel on the first day Aaron had gone to grab your bag to take it up to the room he assumed you'd be sharing, but before he could you snatched it off the ground, grabbing Emily and JJ's hands before dragging them up to the room you'd stolen a key from Derek to.
Aaron didn't know what to do and spent all night on his back thinking about you. The few hours he did get of sleep were restless and filled of nightmares of realities where you didn't come home to him. Nightmares, not dreams.
You had all made some serious ground breaking damage on the case over the last few days and knew who the unsub was. You'd all put vests on before hopping in the SUV's and driving to the unsubs house.
You knew you shouldn't have been there, getting ready to step out into the field. Since you'd hit your head hard on the last case you have been having intense, painful headaches that sometimes made it hard to see, hear or breathe. Your head has sat heavy on your shoulders and the only relief you get from the almost constant pain is the few hours of sleep you've been getting, other then that it is 24/7 and only getting worse.
Every time you almost regretted not taking this case off and just going to the hospital like the paramedic had told you, you think about the young girls taken from their homes and how much input and time you'd spent trying to find them. Sure, your team was more than capable of working this without you, but you liked to think your presence genuinely made a difference.
So when Derek pulled the SUV up beside the unsub's house, you pushed the thought of your headache aside and jumped out with everyone else, even if too much movement made you feel like you were about to collapse.
Derek pointed you and Aaron around the house, telling you both to go out back and clear the space. Despite still wanting to be nowhere near Aaron, you did what Derek told you to, for the sake of the case and the lives of the girls.
You two snuck around out back before you placed your hand on the back door knob, about to open the door when Aaron stopped you with a hand on your waist, pulling your attention to him.
"Y/n maybe I-" You cut him off, not knowing what he was about to say and not caring. Now was not the time.
"Save it, Aaron" You threw his words back in his face from when you'd taken the unsub down all by yourself. His shoulders sagged as he slowly nodded his head, looking back to the door waiting for you to open it and take charge. You heard the front door slam open and followed in suit, you and Aaron storming into the house and splitting apart.
"FBI-" You'd barely managed to yell before your body was slammed against the tiled wall of the bathroom you'd walked into. Your head met the tiles, vision going blurry as you crashed down to your knees right in front of the unsub. It had felt like your brain exploded inside your head, sending a shock wave of goose bumps and shivers over your body as you struggled to get back to your feet.
You didn't need to worry about protecting yourself though, because right before the unsub could come for you again three gun shots rang through the air. The unsub froze before collapsing in front of you, revealing Aaron lowering his weapon in the bathroom doorway.
"Y/n?" Left Aaron's mouth airily, panic washing over his face as he stepped inside the room and around the dead unsub before kneeling down in front of you. Your eyes were shut tightly, chest heaving as you tried to gulp up as much air as possible. Aaron brought his hands up to your jaw, lifting your head so he could see your face- your pained face. Aaron lightly moved his hands to cover your ears for a moment.
"I need a medic" Aaron yelled, but with his face turned away from you so it didn't echo right into your ears and put you in more pain than you were already in. Aaron looked back at you, tucking your hair behind your ears before lightly massaging your neck with his hands, trying to put your focus on something else.
"Where does it hurt, honey?" He asked quietly as you turned your face, dropping it into the palm of his hand. A pained whimper left your mouth as you leant into him, unable to support yourself.
"Everywhere. God, everything hurts" You groaned, head falling forward and against Aaron's chest as you fought for air. Your head was pounding from your second concussion of the week, and you struggled to talk and breathe, having been winded by the unsub body slamming you against the bathroom walls.
"Please step away, Agent" A paramedic calmly asked Aaron who let go of you reluctantly, pushing himself back up to his feet. He stood frowning, hands clenching and unclenching as he watched the medic talk to and guide you through a few exercises.
You were hurt and Aaron felt like it was all his fault. He felt sick looking at your face scrunched up in pain. He grimaced at the whines and sharp intakes when the medic touched somewhere too sensitive. He took a step back when the medic asked if you'd gotten a concussion recently.
"Yes" You huffed, Aaron's lips parting as his eyes darted between your face and your shaking hands. Aaron felt like he was going to vomit.
He absolutely hated himself for the way he acted just less than a week ago, and the argument you'd had. He should've been proud that you, his tough girl, took down an unsub all on your own, but now all he was thinking about was how hypocritical he'd been and the fact his anger had blinded him from seeing you weren't okay, and that you'd really been hurt.
You had been hurt and he didn't take care of you. He didn't deserve you, was the conclusion he'd come to and he didn't know what to do about it- fight for you and prove he can be someone who deserves you, or let you go and find someone a thousand times better than him.
"She's got to go to the hospital. She's got a concussion and a possible broken rib" The medic had turned back to Aaron who released a heavy deep breath despite the fact his heart was hammering so fast it threatened to burst out of his chest. Aaron wanted to step forward and reach out for you. He didn't care who was around, he was ready to drop to his knees for you, but a few medics walked into the room and helped you out of the unsubs house and into an ambulance.
The team barely talked to Aaron as they got into the SUV's and followed the ambulance to the hospital, not because they thought it was his fault that you'd been hurt, but because they could see he was blaming himself. So they decided to give him some space in hopes he'd come to his senses and realise it wasn't his fault.
The whole team sat in the waiting room of the hospital, everyone except for Aaron dozing off after the first couple hours without an update of your condition. The second a doctor emerged and looked in the teams direction Aaron was on his feet and walking over. He remained extra quiet not wanting to wake the team after an exhausting case but mainly because if you were alright for visitors he wanted to see you- alone.
"How is she?" Was the first thing Aaron asked making the doctor smile as she nodded back at the room you were in.
"She's alright. You're Aaron I presume?" He nodded, frowning slightly as he wondered how the doctor knew his name. She read the look of confusion on his face and offered him a smile as she stepped away from the door.
"She's been asking for you for about an hour" Aaron's heart swelled, chest heavy as he thanked the doctor and walked over to the door of your hospital room. He opened the door, stepping inside before shutting it quietly behind himself. He turned around and the second his eyes met yours he was at your side.
No words were spoken as he leant down, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, hand holding your head against his chest as he deeply breathed you in. You raised your hand, gripping onto his arm and closing your eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of his chest.
"How is it that you're the one who's hurt yet all you can do is ask about me?" Aaron mumbled into your hair, finally able to relieve the weight in his chest and breathe now that he has seen you're alright with his own eyes. You chuckled into his chest before wincing, hand dropping from his arm and immediately pressing against your broken rib.
Aaron leant back at the sound of your wince, taking your face in his hands and pushing your hair back out of your eyes. You smiled up at him the whole time, your argument not even in the back of your mind as you thought about how happy you were to see him.
"Doctor ratted me out, huh?" You asked quietly, Aaron's lips twitching up in a tiny smile as he glanced over your face, making sure you were okay.
"Yeah, she did" He replied before sighing and letting his head fall against your shoulder. You both enjoyed each others company in a moment of silence, though you could hear Aaron's brain ticking.
"I'm okay" You whispered, raising your hand to his head and running it through his thick hair.
"I know, you're my tough girl. I just worry" Aaron responded, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling back, his dark eyes meeting yours.
"I'm so sorry, honey. For everything. I had no right to get mad at you the other day, and I know that. It's just...you and Jack are all I've got and the thought alone of losing either one of you-"
"It's okay, Aaron" You cut him off, cupping his face in your hands as his eyes bounced back and forth between yours.
"No, it's not though. I was an asshole, the way I treated you, the way I spoke to you. You deserve so much better than that and I promise I'll do everything in my power to be the person that deserves you" You hated seeing Aaron beat himself up over your argument. You felt petty and childish for having turned your back on him all week. All you wanted was to put it past you.
"You don't need to do anything else. You're already there. I know it's scary, me being in the field, but it's also scary for me every time you're out too. No matter what, I trust you'll come back to me. Now it's your turn to trust I'll come home to you...if you want me to" Aaron couldn't fight the laugh of disbelief that bubbled out of his throat as he stared at you like you had two heads. Wasting no time, he took your face in his hands and brought his mouth down against yours hard.
"I would scour every inch of the globe for you, if one night you didn't come home to me. I love you so much, Y/n" Aaron always knew exactly what to say to make you putty in his hands. You kissed him back just as hard, and just as desperately, ignoring the pain from your broken rib.
"I love you too, Aaron."
#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotch fic#aaron hotch fluff#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch x you#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x female reader#criminal minds#request#requests open#taking requests#requested
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officialising fever — katsuki bakugo/m.reader.
it was about five in the morning when y/n got an unexpected call from his somewhat boyfriend. katsuki and him were always living in a ‘will-they-won’t-they’ kind of relationship, everyone knew they loved each other, they know they love each other, but there’s heavy fear of commitment coming from the both of them.
but their domestically obvious acts made everyone confused with why they don’t just make it official. times like these, where katsuki gets so extremely sick that he is barely capable of calling only one person unless he wants to pass out and he immediately calls y/n. it made y/n’s head hurt as he strides towards the other boy��s dorm. why are they tip toeing around the bush? for five years now?
y/n had the key for katsuki’s room, because.. of course, he does. the soft sunrise was the only source of light in the room, the bundle of blankets that was once the katsuki bakugo, now lay in a small ball and let out a small groan to let y/n know that he is aware of his presence.
y/n couldn’t help but chuckle and close the door lightly behind as to not awake any one up. he walked up to the bed and sat down on the edge. his hand slowly rubbing up and down on katsuki’s blanket-covered back. “you alive?” y/n asked. katsuki turned around to look at y/n with a beet red face, raspy and groggy voice, “doesn’t feel like i am.”
“you toke something?” y/n pushed the blonde hair sticking to his boy’s forehead, completely unbothered by the sweat and stickiness from the fever. katsuki grumbled which translated to ‘yes, i did.’.
they both sat quietly together for a few moments. just katsuki’s sick, heavy breathing and y/n’s cold hand that has found itself under katsuki’s shirt on his bare skin. it was a chaste act, just comforting and loving. y/n suddenly spoke, “you ever want us to be official?”
“huh?” katsuki opened his eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, ‘the hell is this guy talking about so suddenly?’ katsuki thought himself. y/n sighed , glancing at the clock on the bedside table; only twenty minutes left until they both had to head to class. it was winter, the sun was barely out even though it was already morning.
“i don’t know.. i just.. i just want us to be together.”
“we are together. are we not together?” katsuki’s voice was gruff and anyone could easily tell that it was painful for him to speak. y/n knew it was selfish and mean to make him engage in this conversation when he was sick, but they had to have it at some point. y/n shrugged, “no, we are, but again we’re not?”
katsuki stared at the ceiling, “we do everything couples do.” he said. he could feel y/n’s hand leave his skin, “eh, not everything.” y/n chuckled, seemingly proud of his dumb joke. katsuki groaned, “i’m too sick for your horny.” they both laughed before falling into silence again.
katsuki’s mind started to wander. he knew why he wanted to prevent putting a label on him and y/n’s relationship. “i’m scared shit will hit the fan the moment we call each other boyfriend. all shit always hits the fan.”
y/n tilted his head to the side, looking at katsuki who continued to look up and not at him, “i’m not going anywhere, katsuki. the title won’t make it hurt less if something happens and we have to part ways, which, fyi, will never happen. i’ve been dealing and loving your ass for almost all our lives, it’s routine and peaceful, i’m staying for better and most importantly for all the worst.”
katsuki turned his head, finally looking at y/n, “you’re right.” he never did that with anyone. it was enormously hard for him to ever speak this freely, this calmly and openly, but that was always the case when he was with y/n.
he taught katsuki how to be. how to love and how he should be loved. how to take breaks and how to prioritise himself. how to deal with his anger. how to be good. katsuki knew that if it were not for this boy that he met when he was four years then he would be doomed.
y/n leaned down and placed a small kiss on katsuki’s lip. “i’ll get you sick.” the blonde mumbled, yet his hands cupped y/n’s face, keeping their lips close and noses touching.
y/n was late that day, and for all the next week that katsuki was sick.
#bnha#bnha x male reader#mha#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugou x male reader#katsuki bakugo#mha x male reader#katsuki bakugo fanfiction#katsuki bakugo fluff
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Yooo! Can you make a Ajax angst w/o a smut? Pretty pleaseeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺😣😣😣
AJAX ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ 𝑨 𝑵 𝑮 𝑺 𝑻— “what happens when loyalty outweighs love?”
WARNING: major character death, a bit of blood mentioned, horrid grammar as always, proof read finally but barely
(A/N: I had to make an OC for this then just scratched it out but who really cares anyways? This is from the Fontaine arc with the whole primordial water fiasco and I'm using it to its full potential by that I mean giving it a second of fame before never using it again.)
Nothing happens to those who keep their mouth shut.
That's what your mother had always reminded you ever since you were little, being born under the streets of the beautiful Fontaine and exposed to the criminal life ever since made you always stand on your toes, it was all a cycle of "if you saw something, you saw nothing".
Even if you had abandoned the criminal life ever since you freed yourself from the chains your mother had tied you onto to find a more legally accepted job in the court of Fontaine, it was still something you believed in wholeheartedly as you knew it was the only thing that'll keep you alive in all this chaos. Ever since you've heard that the Fatui has now plagued your nation, you found yourself back to your old ways; always having eyes everywhere, keeping everyone in a distance even the people you've known for so long all for the chance to live even with these threats to almost every life running around for the pursuit of an archon's power.
As you did your nightly walks around the perimeters of the book store you worked for before closing you saw a dark cloaked figure walk around the street, by your instincts instructions, you quickly hid behind a building as you kept quiet making sure to not alert whoever it was.
You watched it walk down the alley and a hand emerging from it, a vial with some sort of liquid inside being poured into the decorative plants and bushes on the side walks, you weren't exactly sure what it was but you were sure to just keep it to yourself whatever the circumstances were. If there was someone to snitch at this person it surely won't be you.
After that night, you began to get this frequent visitor who doesn't even buy a book. He just goes around the shelves and reads off of the clearance section for an hour before leaving. You were skeptical at first because this man just spawned out of nowhere and was now a daily customer but then again, the business of the people weren't yours.
You were busy unpacking the boxes of second hand books donated to the book shop when this same man approached you with a dashing smile that you immediately assumed he was here to flirt.
"Good morning, mademoiselle. I see that you're really busy with all these... do you happen to need any help?" The stranger offered.
You just watched him with a judging eye, eyeing him up and down for any possible falter to his faux persona if there was before speaking:
"Well... you're here everyday for five hours so why not, right?" You shrugged as you offered him a bit of the books meant for the clearance section as you took the well conditioned books into the counter to repackage into protective plastic.
You watched as he seemed to not mind doing any of your work for you, it was a bit confusing to watch especially with him not being an employee but just a customer. After all the books were all taken care of, you approached him to where he was seated and placed down a plate of sweet baked goods in front of him as you went back behind the counter to grab the tea you just made.
"Oh you didn't have to, I'm happy to have helped lift some responsibilities off your shoulders" The man smiled as he watched your subtle thank you through the food.
"I insist, please eat..." You said as you just sat there beside him.
It was quiet as he munched on a strawberry jam filled tart cookie, he took the tea pot covered in designs of snapdragons before pouring it into a matching cup. It seemed as if you were not the one to talk so he took upon the initiative and decided to participate in small talk.
"My name is Ajax... you are?" He held out his gloved hand towards you.
You stared at his hands, looking for any possible devices hidden underneath the glove. He seemed to have caught on as he retracted back his arm to take off his glove before going back for a handshake, his hand was calloused and rough from your view but at the same time they looked very warm.
Lifting your hand off your lap, you took his hand in yours as you slowly shook it.
"Y/N... just call me Y/N" you said before pulling back your hand to grab a book beside you as you started to read.
It was another silence, surprisingly, this silence wasn't one so uncomfortable that makes you move around and squirm but instead it felt like you could even sleep peacefully in this silence as the atmosphere didn't pressure you to say something or fill the wind with nonsensical talk.
"Hey, Y/N" Ajax called out as you hummed in acknowledgement, lifting your gaze off the book to look at him.
"I was wondering if you know any book about flowers and their meanings... I just wanted to learn about it and send secret messages to my sister, we used to have secret languages as kids but nowadays it seems that flowers are the best option since she loves flowers" He smiled bashfully at the mention of such a book that didn't seem to be the liking of someone so gruff looking like him.
You handed over a book that he was looking for, it was a bit weathered down by time but it was still readable and was one that actually contained the original meanings of each flower in existence. He started going through it carefully as he looked over the flower design on the teapot, "Snapdragons: deception and deviousness but also resembles grace and strength" He read out proudly.
There was such a meaningful innocence in the man's smile as he read the book with the intention of reconnecting with his sister, your eyes watered a bit as you wished someone cared for you like he cared for his sister to learn to better understand their likes to have something to talk about.
"Y/N, what are your favourite flowers?"
"Tulips— pink ones" you answered.
"Pink tulips are known for meaning affection, caring, good wishes, and love... well... you seem like that kind of person" He smiled once more.
You laughed awkwardly as you looked at him with a confused look, wanting to know what he meant by what he said.
"I-I meant like... like... umm... you seem like the person who would love tulips!" He said, trying to save him from embarrassment from his unsubtle flirtiness.
"H-How much is the book?"
"With its publication date, it's a classic... it's well loved with how worn out it is... but for you, as a token of friendship, I'll give it to you for free" You smile for the first time in months.
It felt awkward to smile again but to Ajax, your smile gave angels wings. It was as if everything stopped just for this very moment as the nymphs of the lake sang just for you, the wind blew tenderly and slowly through the plants outside just to have a glimpse of that smile of yours, the sun rays going through the large windows just to admire your smile— it was a perfect sight.
"Y-You want to be friends?" He asked, his face looking like a dog who was faced with delicious treats.
"Of course... you seem nice enough"
"I'll promise to be the bestest friend you'll ever have, I will help you whenever you need help from me and if you're hungry I'll bring you delicious snacks!" He blurted out. This man was the definition of sunshine, you loved how the usual nonchalant and rude filled city was slowly being plagued by nicer and a bit more out there foreigners.
Ever since you befriended this ginger haired lad you had never known quietness, though sometimes there were periods where he would just watch as you read or listen as you read out for the children who occasionally came by the book shop to listen to your voice and teach them how to read, he just loved to talk to you as he knew that you listen unlike the times he's with people who just brush him off by putting a show and pretending to listen to him.
"I miss my home..." He pouted as he lounged about the couch placed just near beside the large window of the now closed book shop, it was nighttime and you could now count the people who passed by with your fingers.
"What's stopping you from going home?"
"Work" he sighed as he munched on a cookie made to look like a chrysanthemum. He used to babble about how he finally knew the outcome of something in a book just by the flowers that were mentioned, how the chrysanthemum flower spoiled the coming death or end of a relationship in the book he read.
"What do you do for work?" You ask as you placed down the book in your hands.
He thought for a second, you had been friends for quite a while so he thought how you'd probably accept him for whatever he was... but not right now.
"An adventurer, I can't really leave if I wanted to since I have a lot of commissions to attend to in this nation" He lied.
That confrontation made you a little bit more distant to him than usual, he knew you liked your personal space but this was just too much avoidance. Ever since you found out that he was just passing by and was only here in Fontaine for a while made you trust him less, made you see him in a different light that puts him in the category of people who you're most likely to push away.
It was another day at the book shop but this day wasn't like any other, you were huddled with a bunch of orphaned children who roamed the streets and children who lived in the sewers like you once were. The Fatui just decided to wreak havoc in your nation now that they couldn't get their hands on the real gnosis as they found that the archon seen everyday at the oratrice mechanique d'nalise cardinale wasn't the real deal but a mortal posing divinity.
But before you could shut down the power to make your workplace less likely to be raided by Fatui guards, you saw Ajax come in, you two were now running back to the sewers along with the children.
"They're safer here now... the Fatui passed by these sewers already" He assured as he helped you make fire to keep the children warm alongside the adults who survived the raid.
"I have to go back up..." Before he could leave, you pulled him by his arm making him stop and look back at you.
"I'm coming with you..." This made his eyes widen.
"W-What? N-No... it's dangerous up there...!" He reasoned.
You didn't actually want to get involved in all of this but seeing your friend willing to go in the front lines for a nation he wasn't even born in and a connection with you wanted to do something for your motherland, he was your friend too.
"You're not stopping me... this is my nation and I will protect it!" You insisted.
"Stop just stop... please... it's dangerous up there"
"I can fight... I have to fight for these children...I can—"
"Why don't you just let me do this for you, for once why don't you let yourself trust me?!" He blurted out causing you to flinch back from him suddenly raising his voice.
"You think I haven't noticed? Not even for once you trusted me... for anything... are we even friends?" He added.
"Ajax, I'm—" Before you could finish, he had already left.
Ajax stood beside his colleagues, fighting off any mekas that stood their way. He was in the middle of fighting off a bunch of gardes when he saw a bunch of Fontainian people screaming and running as he saw waters slowly rise and flooded the streets, he saw how some of them make contact with the water and immediately disappear into thin air, he knew you would be safe as you had told him that you were most likely from outside of Fontaine but then again, you were with pure Fontainians.
He ran back to the sewers but before he could dive in he was already greeted with the sewers filled to the brim with the same water that dissipated all of these Fontanians he just saw earlier, he just hoped to whoever was listening to him that you all had managed to flee before the flood.
He went back to the front lines and soon found his way in the ship that the Fatui had readied for this very event that was written in the books of the Fontainian archives, he was going to go back for you he promised to himself but then he saw your figure as lightning flashed by. He thought you were actually there but he was just hallucinating you being there, he stood up and went outside to take a breath of fresh air.
"Liar..." His heart dropped, he thought he was hallucinating your voice as well but when he turned around he saw you.
"Y-Y/N? Oh my god... Y-You're safe!"
He was about to approach you but you immediately tackled him into the ground as you held a broken glass shard close to his throat.
"You pleaded for trust... now you've completely broken it!" You cried out as you tried to drive the shard to his throat but his hand kept you from doing so.
"W-What're you talking about?"
"You said they'd be safe down there... I left to go after you but they all drowned!" You sobbed as you only saw the clothes of the children floating around as you opened the cover of the manhole that connected with the sewers.
He flipped the both of you, you were now below him as he restrained your hands from hurting him accidentally or intentionally.
"I-I didn't know...!" He knew, he just knew that either way these children wouldn't survive from both the flood of prophecy and the wrath of the Fatui so he just let the children die a peaceful death.
You used your legs and arms to push him off as you stood up, the blood dripping from your hand from how hard you've held onto the glass shard.
"Drop that... you're hurting yourself!" As you stood there enraged, the other Fatui guards alarmed by the sudden commotion entered the dock along with the harbinger Arlecchino.
"You lied to me... you knew they would die there... and you lied about your work, Ajax... if that even is your name" You laughed.
Arlecchino gestured towards the guards and they immediately followed her as they swarmed you to hold you back, Ajax just watched, he looked towards Arlecchino silently telling her to not hurt you in any way.
"Do you know how to swim?" Ajax began.
"What? Of course I do...?" And with that, he gestured to the guards to throw you off the ship but you tried to get yourself out of their grasp.
"This is better for you, you're not Fontanian so you're safe... this ship is going to war so I'd rather have you down there than up here, there's ships down there of Fontaine so just yell for help" He adviced.
"N-No... Ajax no, please..." You pleaded, shaking your head.
He placed his hands on your shoulders and made you look at him, "This is safer for you..." he then pushed you off as you fell from their sky ship towards the sea beneath you.
He watched as you fell down and as soon as you made contact with water you sinked in, he was waiting for you to emerge from the water but it's been a minute and there was still no sign of you.
"Oops... forgot to tell you" Arlecchino chimed in.
"Whilst you were making sure she didn't speak about us poisoning the bushes... I set out our men and found out that she lied to you... They're pure Fontanian"
That revelation made his heart drop to his feet as the waves below him began to slow down— he killed you.
He fell down to his knees as he watched his gloved hands that both welcomed you into his life and removed you from it, he couldn't believe that he lost you... he's lost so much, you made him see that not everything is easy to get but it will always be worth it and he lost you too.
"Come on... go back to sleep" Arlecchino spoke out as she began to walk away.
Ajax stood up and leaned into the railings of the ship as his tears fell down, for years he thought that these tears were reserved for his family but why was he now crying for someone he just met three months ago?
"Please... please get out of the water... please!" He screamed from the top of his lungs, denying the fact that you too had now dissipated like the others he saw.
"Ajax... go back to sleep" Arlecchino said sharply as she pulled him by his arm and threw him forward to walk back to the rooms in the ship.
"You knew these people had no future... whether they die in our hands or to the prophecy... they're still going to die" Arlecchino added before shutting the door to his room shut leaving him in utter despair all alone in this cold dark room.
He killed you thinking he was going to save you.
BONUS:
He watched as the cemetery was flooded with people who survived the flood, now mourning their loss now that the waters had now cleansed the land of its sins.
He approached a certain tomb, one with an aged picture of a child smiling brightly with a name engraved into the stone. He set down a bouquet of your favourite pink tulips as he sat down in front of your grave, it hurt a lot more knowing that there was no body to bury but at least with this you would still be remembered.
"Y/N... my name is Ajax, it's my real name... I didn't find it in myself to just give you my codename... I just felt like I could be myself with you..." He began to speak as he tried to stop his tears from falling.
He grabbed the framed picture that your boss had placed down and admired it, this was a smile he would miss, a face he'd miss to see.
You were the only friend who had actually cared for him, you didn't trust him enough but he could understand where you were coming from but what he couldn't believe was how he still let his loyalty to the Tsaritsa ruin your blooming relationship with each other.
He couldn't believe that his blood oath to the cryo archon had harmed the people you love and had been the reason that this grave was for a young person— a grave with no body to mourn.
#genshin impact#genshin impact fanfic#genshin childe#childe x reader#genshin imagines#genshin angst#angst#send me asks#send anons
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[Transcript under the cut]
Ernest: i always feel like a complete professional in here
Vlad: what is a writer without a typewriter
Ernest: or hundreds of books. personally i own neither
Ernest, on typewriter: h e l l o
Vlad: your small device died on me.
Ernest: ah! it's just the battery. just give it to me and I'll bring it back fully charged
Vlad: i want to keep it
Ernest: alright alright. so, which song did you like the best?
Vlad: the song with rats on cages
Ernest: bullet with butterfly wings? i kinda thought you'd be more of a bowie guy but at the same time im not surprised
Vlad: what is a bowie?
Ernest: you're hilarious.
Ernest, on typewriter: M y n a m e i s E r n e s t M u n c h
Ernest: maybe you'd like Kate Bush, my wife LOVES Kate Bush.
Vlad: Isn't there any actual writing you should be doing?
Ernest: eh… i don't think there's more for me to write about, honest. what else do you have to tell me?
Vlad: you sound like the human that wrote the Encyclopedias.
Ernest: well i know those from memory since i was a child, consumed those like holy grail. plasma fruit bad, blood good. yadda yadda
Ernest: -wait. wrote? i thought you did it. i got all fanatic on you for nothing?
Vlad: all i did was give answers to a curious human that thought i was wearing a disguise. if those books should awake hoards of blood hungry half done vampires born out of uncoordinated words, then so it be.
Ernest: you're a little mischievous, huh?
Vlad: I'm naturally great at misleading people.
Ernest: oh, i know! after all these months, buddy, i still have no clue on who turned you.
Vlad: why would i deceive your ears with such a thing?
Ernest: because we. are. frriiiieeeenddss
Vlad: what is happening to your words?
Ernest: I'm just reminding you. come on! i wont even write it down, let's just have a chat.
Vlad: fine.
Vlad: --hundreds of years ago, a count and a peasant had an affair.
Vlad: the moment the count's wife found out, she went to the village and found a witch. it casted a curse upon the peasant, who was pregnant.
Vlad: she suffered a long, painful childbirth. what is worse, she lived through it.
Vlad: and so her son was born, lacking a heartbeat, pale as a corpse, alive.
Vlad: she was barely able to walk, talk, breath or blink after giving birth
Vlad: she never recovered, and the count had turned his back on both of them.
Vlad: i believe she wanted both of us dead. i did not feel her as my mother, as she probably never felt me as her son too. she was just food to me, as soon as i was able to walk.
Vlad: i found The Hollow shortly after.
Vlad: i was never weak, i never had to survive.
Ernest: you were choiceless.
Ernest: gulp a witch, huh?
Vlad: one way or another, our sole creators.
raining
Ernest: man. how am i supposed to go home like this?
Lilith: i could walk you home.
Lilith: can i, Vlad?
#i cant believe i was able to fit all of vlad's origins into less than 30 posts pats my own shoulder#ts4#munch#vladislaus straud#ernest munch#lilith vatore#prologue
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Snapetober Day 3 - Path
Inspired by @sneverussape's headcanons
"You go down that way, ya walk for 20 minutes and then there's the factory right to your left. My pals' boys usually wait for us there. We come out at 5. I can show you the machines."
The tall man turned his gaze to the child by his side, waiting for an answer. As usual, the boy was lost in a world of his own; fucking nothing could be done to make him swap out of it for good. He shook his shoulder brutally.
"Oi, kid! You listening to me?"
Fearful black eyes met his, the very same as Eileen's.
"Yes, da'", Severus replied in a small voice, the kind his father found vaguely enraging for no justifiable reason.
Did he have to sound so girlish, so weak? Why couldn't he be like the other boys? He was already a laughing stock as it was. Too much brain like his mum, but unwilling to put his hands in the dirt, unlike her.
Sure, the kid did well in school. But he also came home all bruised. One look at him and you knew he was the one to beat up – he looked just like these poor lads on the battlefield, barely 18, crying for their mums in the midst of bombs everywhere.
Not one of them had made it.
The other boys, they came to try their hand at the machines, they went to the pub with their fathers, or to boxing matches. Severus read. He hated sports and never said a word at Church. He didn’t want to put his tongue in the glass of liquor like the other kids. If he came home dirty, it was only because he had been on the hunt for some animal by the river, or piking bloody weeds he stoked up by the side of the house. Might as well have come home with flower bouquets.
Tobias knew nothing about books, or animals, or plants.
Severus had nothing to say, to him at least. And Eileen, he could tell, secretly liked it. That he was different. Tobias hated her for that. She enabled him. When she looked at the boy, there was pride. Where did it come from? Why did she come alive all of a sudden?
He couldn’t make her happy, but Severus could, that was what.
In front of him and the boy, the path divided itself in two. The right side led deeper into Cokeworth, it was all black and dirty because the guys from the mine used it to come home – Tobias had been fired only six months ago. Disorderly conduct, they had said. More like they needed to cut their expenses. He didn’t like the dark and the loud noises anyway.
The left side of the path wasn’t used much. It crossed the river to the nicer part of town, there were mulberries and wildflowers growing over it. It crossed the bridge and led straight to a nice playground for the nice kids up there. Their parents would rather they play elsewhere, Tobias had heard. Nasty kids attending the only school in town was already an issue: no need for their spick and span offspring to mingle with them after school hours.
“You go home now”, he told his son abruptly. “I need to get to work. You can come by at 5 if you want.”
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The bell rang at last. The guys put down their stuff and went outside to stretch. Their boys had been waiting there for some time already, playing football.
Tobias looked around, but saw no Severus. He had cleaned his machine thoroughly to show him. He watched as John’s kid sat on his father’s knees, dirty nails clinging to his father’s shirt. Severus never got near him like that. But that was good, wasn’t it? A boy like this didn’t need more coddling. Good spankings made for strong boys.
It looked nice, though.
He needed a drink.
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He stumbled home and asked Eileen where the boy was.
“He’s not here”, she told him. “He left a bit before 5.”
He cursed under his breath and cracked another beer open.
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He watched, leaning unsteadily against a tree, as Severus sat down in the grass behind a bush, at a safe distance from the playground. There were two girls there, a blond one and a redhead. The boy was looking at them with a sort of fascination that infuriated him.
Let him play with girls and lick the boots of the better off, Tobias thought confusedly. He'll learn soon enough that this won't make the world any kinder to him.
He turned on his heel, and never again cleaned his working surface at the factory.
#Trying something different#On the tragedy of father and son being strangers#And the sensing of secrecy#pro snape#severus snape#snapetober#snapetober 2023#tobias snape#eileen snape#snapedom#severus snape fanfiction
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Hi~ Your writing is so so good, I can't believe I just found your blog now but I'm glad I did. I'd love to request if that's ok? A Neji x fem reader (if it's okay, Uchiha!reader, but I'm happy if not) where the Hyuga clan don't approve of their relationship, Hiashi threatens her to leave him and it kills her to do so. Angst but happy ending when Neji finds out and finds the reader again. I hope that's okay. Thank you again for your beautiful writing! ❤️❤️
author’s note: words cannot describe how hard I fell in love with this idea the second I’ve read it! (which is probably why it became so long, I just couldn't stop the story flowing heh, really sorry! x)
For the purposes of this, I wrote f!reader as the sister of Sasuke and Itachi (hope that's okay). I really hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting! <3
warnings: angst with a happy ending + Neji is alive after the war (in this blog this is the only correct answer when it comes to Neji!)
The clock loudly struck midnight when you finally reached the doors to the gardens and pushed them open. Expertly navigating the maze of rose bushes, your bare feet hurriedly carried you toward the small house in the distance, the only safe space you could think of.
Your breath was rigid, your cheeks were flushed and your eyes stayed focused ahead, too scared to look back, in case that slowed you down. The muscles in your legs started to burn and begged you to stop for a rest, yet you couldn't afford even a second to spare.
You couldn't see him, but you knew he was near. One wrong step was all it took for him to catch up with you and you were not one to give up without a fight. Pushing the last bit of energy you had left, you squeezed the middle of your night dress in your fists, lifting it and making it easier to make longer strides.
You could see it clearly now - the smallest house of the Uchiha compound, used for newlyweds before the massacre, now standing lonely as your only hope to hide. It was so close, that your arms instinctively reached forward, eager to touch the wooden rail as a sign of reached safety.
Just seconds before you could do that, two strong arms circled your waist, lifting you up in the air and turning you around. You thrashed and kicked in the person's embrace, successfully bringing both of you down, yet he somehow found himself on top of you, quickly pinning your hands above your head.
"Looks like I won", the words came out smugly of his lips, his breathing calm and collected, almost like he hadn't been chasing you around the compound for the last fifteen minutes, "again."
You, on the other hand, were still trying to compose yourself, your lips forming an unhappy pout. He seemed to find your expression amusing, as he lifted himself into a seated position, his pale lavender eyes boring intensely into your black ones.
“You cheated”, you accused him, wiggling under his weight in an attempt to free yourself from his strong hold, “You used the Byakugan.”
Your movements stopped, your body feeling too tired to fight back. His grip also eased but did not disappear completely.
“A bold accusation”, the corners of his lips lifted in a small smirk, “and totally untrue.”
Neji finally let you go, plopping on the grass next to you, his eyelids closing at the feeling of the gentle night breeze that kissed his warm skin. You couldn't help but sneak a glance at him, admiring his almost ethereal beauty. The moonlight was shining upon him, creating the illusion that his face was glowing, while his long dark hair formed a large halo around his head. The bandage around his forehead was gone, his curse mark now a sign of pride and self-acceptance, rather than shame.
He looked like an angel. And for you, he certainly was one.
Growing up as the youngest remaining member of the Uchiha clan, your path in life was pre-determined to be filled with hate and pain. A lonely path, which you could only share with Sasuke, who was just a year older when the massacre happened. Witnessing the death of everyone you loved led you to form a shared belief that the only true purpose in life is to get revenge.
Your brother must have known it was wrong, even when he was obsessed with the idea of hunting Itachi down himself. Why else would he try to shield you from the life of a shinobi, forbidding you from attending the academy?
Why would he try to stop you from leaving Konoha with him, throwing hateful words at you in an attempt to push you away?
Why would he battle Itachi by himself, crying in your arms afterward, seeking comfort and forgiveness for his actions?
If you could be described with one word, however, that would be stubborn. Which is why you never gave up on trying to train your jutsu techniques in secret from your brother, nor did you leave his side once he joined Orochimaru. Despite the creepy feeling of uneasiness and fear you felt during these years, you always stayed loyal to Sasuke and you shared a goal, even going as far as to fight his old comrades once they found you and tried to convince you to go back with them.
You were not nearly as strong as Sasuke, due to his overprotectiveness and attempts to stop you from developing your skills further, yet during your late teenage years you found your strength lied in your skill to manipulate, rather than your skill to throw punches.
Everyone wanted an Uchiha woman.
Maybe it was a sick dream or a competitive spirit that men had over who could capture the attention of the last pure-blood female wielder of the Sharingan. Or maybe they carried a false idea that by getting you, they would somehow manage to connect their clans to yours, thus contributing to a new generation of exceptionally gifted and skilful ninja.
Whatever the reason was, it was clearly not because any of them liked you or cared about you in the slightest. Half of them could not even remember your first name and the rest found your bloodline way more interesting than your personality.
But with your main goal being extracting information about Itachi, and later about Danzo, Obito, and Madara, you gladly entertained such illusions, charming them with your fake innocence and cunning methods of easing them into trusting you. Your increasing knowledge of using genjutsu has also made it easier for you to aid your brother, without the need to spill blood and physically get into a fight.
Something, which turned out to be extremely valuable, once you participated in the Fourth Ninja War.
"Hey...", Neji's voice brought you back to reality and you lifted your eyes to him, noting the slight crease of concern between his brows, "Are you feeling okay?"
You nodded your head, suddenly embarrassed by the fact he caught you zoning out while staring at him. Turning your body to the side, you laid your chin on one of your hands, while the other one reached out to brush a piece of hair that fell in the middle of his forehead.
"Yeah", you said quietly, giving him a small smile, "I am now."
He stared at you for a few seconds, trying to trace any signs of lying on your face, before his hand wrapper around yours and brought it from his forehead to his lips. A gentle kiss was laid on each of your knuckles and you suddenly felt your chest being filled with a pleasant warmth.
Kami, you could live a hundred lifetimes and you still wouldn't deserve this man!
The love that blossomed between you two was unexpected and powerful, sweeping both of you off your feet. What started as him reluctantly agreeing to help you and Sasuke settle back into the village's life after you were pardoned for your crimes, soon turned into a passionate love affair between both of you.
Sneaking out during the darkest hours of the night, communicating only with glances in public, and finding excuses to train in secluded places in the forest were now usual things for both. Sasuke realised long ago there was something going on between you two, especially after you refused his invitation to join him on his travels abroad and chose to stay by yourself in the large compound. Still, he never directly addressed it, happy that you found someone who was appreciating you for you, not for the last name you carried.
A few members of the Hyuuga clan also realised there was a reason for Neji's suddenly distant behaviour. Hinata, being the first to accidentally catch Neji sneaking past midnight out of his room and jumping over the neighbouring wall their family shared with the Uchiha property, was not really that shocked or surprised. She knew that her cousin has actually harboured some form of crush on you, after you selflessly protected him and Naruto during the war, and she was glad you returned his affection.
Hiashi, on the other hand, has also connected the dots and was far from happy. As the strongest young male of the clan, Neji was being groomed into one day taking over the position of the leader, something which both his daughters appeared too timid and weak to take over. His relationship with you, regardless if it was serious or not, was not only a risk to him, but to the whole Hyuga clan, who valued the purity of their family bloodline.
And while he never said anything to his nephew, he watched him through his window night after night, sneaking once the moon was high up the sky and coming back just minutes before sunrise. Something had to be done and it had to be done soon, before you became a bigger threat.
Thankfully, Hiashi knew just how to deal with pests like you.
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"Are you coming tonight?", you murmured in his neck, your breath tickling the soft skin. The grip of his fingers tightened on your waist and you couldn't help but smirk after you felt his breath hitching, knowing well that if you looked up you would find a pink blush covering his cheeks.
Neji hummed, his lips trailing from your temple down to your cheek, landing a few light kisses while doing so. You squirmed at the ticklish feeling, a low chuckle leaving your lips. The man closed his eyes at the sound, which sounded like a music to his ears. He often imagined what it would be like to wake up to it, once you become his lawful wife. Would your children also carry such melodic and hypnotising voice? He really hoped so.
"When have I ever missed?", his brow lifted in question and your lips immediately stretched into a wide smile, before pressing themselves to his. He tasted sweet like honey and you found yourself getting lost in the feeling of his mouth moving against yours. Both of your heads tilted in the opposite directions at the same time, one of his palms gently cupping your jaw to keep your head steady.
After a minute, you both felt the need to inhale oxygen and pulled away from each other, the feeling of the lost of contact already making you whine.
"You are either going to be either my death or my paradise", his soft gaze landed on yours and he landed one more kiss to your mouth, before pressing his forehead to yours, "If I don't leave now, I will surely be caught. The majority of the elders wake up with the first rays of sunshine."
Knowing there was no point to argue or beg him to stay, you nodded your head, already feeling eager for the sun to go down so you can see your lover again. You wished you could proudly show your love to the world and claim him as yours, without having to hide and pretend. And while he has assured you before that he is ready to have your relationship public, you still felt insecure about how people and more importantly his family would react.
You may have been pardoned, but you were still considered an ex-criminal by the laws of the village. Many people were still cautious about you and Sasuke, raising the concern that inevitably you or the future generations of Uchiha would bring more trouble. Some of them tried to reason with the Hokage that it is best if you are forced to move outside the village. One of these people was also Hiashi, who also felt that due to the fact the Hyuga compound was neighbouring yours, they would have to more or less keep an eye on you, thus wasting valuable time and resources.
Given the obvious dislike of his uncle towards you and the fact that Neji was having enough stress in his preparation to become the next leader of the clan, you couldn't risk to taint his reputation or chances to finally rip he fruits of his years of suffering and hard work. So you kept insisting you meet in private, telling him you would be ready once a little bit more time passes.
"I love you", you whispered against his lips as your final goodbye, before stepping away and opening the door to the gardens. Neji's face visibly relaxed and he rubbed his nose against yours, his own little gesture of affection, which you knew carried twice as much feelings as any kiss.
"I love you, too", he replied, finally stepping outside and looking at the dark orange colour of the sky in the distance. He turned to you one last time, obviously wishing to steal just a few more seconds in your presence, "Get some rest. You haven't slept at all through the whole night."
You rolled your eyes and were about to reply that he had not slept at all as well, but the moment you opened your mouth, he was already walking towards the end wall you shared with the Hyuga. A small smile graced your lips while you watched him climb it, before disappearing on the other side. With his presence gone, the need for sleep caught up with you and you soon made your way towards your room, slipping under the warm blankets and into the world of dreams.
You were not sure for how long you were asleep for. Maybe it was an hour or maybe it was two, but what you knew was that it wasn't for long before you were forced awake by loud banging on your door. Your initial reaction was to ignore it - it was probably Naruto or Sakura, wishing to train with you or grab lunch. If you didn't answer after the first few minutes, they were bound to give up.
The banging, however, persisted and it became louder and louder the more you tried to ignore it. Letting a silent puff under your breath, you kicked your covers away and grabbed your dark blue house kimono from the chair next to you bed, before tightening it around your night gown. You lazily made your way towards the door, trying to rub away the sleep from your eyes.
You didn't had to try for long, since as soon you opened the door, you became wide awake and alert.
"Lord Hyuga?", what was supposed to be a greeting came out more as a question and the old man grumbled in response, his eyes travelling from your messy black locks down to your bare feet. You tried to fix your appearance a bit, pushing your hair back and putting on the first slippers you managed to locate, which happened to be Sasuke's.
"Uchiha", he said your last name with a sour expression on his face, "Can I come in?"
Realising you were yet to invite him in, you cleared your throat and nodded your head.
"Of course, please!", you moved to the side and Hiashi did not waste even a second before pushing past you and heading toward the first open door he saw, which happened to be the one of the living room. You closed the door, but not before you scanned the visible area in front of your house.
He seemed to have come alone. Weird.
“Can I get you anything, Lord Hyuga? Tea? Water?”, you tried to ignore the cold glare he was giving you, instead keeping your tone as polite as possible. The man shook his head, instead pointing toward the seat in front of him as a silent gesture for you to sit. Your eyes danced a few times between him and the chair before giving in at his request.
“You are a smart woman, which is why I’m going to cut straight to the point”, his posture straightened and his chest puffed a bit forward, an obvious way of him claiming the more dominant role in your dialogue, “I want you to leave Neji alone.”
Your eyes immodestly widened and your throat felt dry, squeezing around nothing. Your finger clutched the ends of your kimono belt, digging your nails into the soft fabric while your brain rapidly tried to come up with a response to his blunt words.
“Wh-what?”, you finally managed to let out the question, mixed with a nervous laugh, “I don’t know what you are talking about, Lord Hyuga.”
Were you supposed to admit to your affair? To deny it? Has Neji told him or did he somehow caught him in the act of sneaking?
Many questions kept flooding inside your brain, the whole situation catching you completely off guard.
Hiashi clicked his tongue in annoyance, not appreciating the fake oblivion you were trying to sell him. “Typical Uchiha”, he thought to himself, before shaking his head.
“Your little tricks may work on my naive nephew, but I already have experience with the snakes from your clan”, he said harshly, looking you through narrowed eyes, “You are neither as cunning or sneaky as you think. I know you have been in a relationship with Neji for the past year and a half and I am here to tell you that whatever you have going on is ending tonight."
Losing your composure was something which almost never happened to you. Perhaps the years living among the biggest criminals in the world has hardened your personality and you knew how to keep yourself collected under pressure and threats.
But now, under his cold glare and harsh demand, you felt something inside of you snapped and your Sharingan involuntarily activated, the confused expression on your face now transformed into a serious one. You held his eyes and with a deep breath you relaxed the tight grip you had on your robe, laying your palms flatly on the table in front of you instead.
"Are you threatening me, Lord Hyuga?", your head tilted to the side, the dynamic between you clearly shifting, "Because last time I checked I have no reason to explain myself to you, let alone listen to your commands."
"Ah, there she is", he simpered, looking pleased with the fact he managed to provoke such a defensive reaction from you. Staring at your red eyes, he leaned forward, laying his own two hands opposite yours on the table.
"Maybe not", he shrugged his shoulders, "But I want you to think about my next question and give an honest answer."
A few seconds of silence followed, before he opened his mouth again:
"Do you believe, even for one second, that you would ever be good enough for Neji?"
The words hit your deeper than expected. Pressing your lips into a thin life, your whole body visibly tensed, the truth of his words suddenly hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Neji was a strong, hard-working and honest man, who had strong moral values and sense of loyalty. Did you deserve such a partner after everything you have done? No.
But you were not willing to give up on him either. You had no idea why fate made him fall in love with you, but you were not about to throw it away just because someone felt threatened by it.
Sensing that you won't reply to his question, Hiashi continued:
"You may have a few gifted exceptions such as Madara or your brothers, who all went down in a questionable path", he mused, "but the Hyuga remains being the strongest clan in Konoha. A position which we held and will continue holding due to our strong sense of community and the duty we feel to look after one another."
You couldn't help but raise your brow at his words and narrow your eyes.
"A duty which you did not feel toward the members of the branch family, including your own brother", you bit back, knowing where to hit so it hurts the most. Your verbal attack seemed to be successful, as his facial muscles hardened and his whole look became darker.
"There is no division in the family no more", he hissed through his gritted teeth, questioning how open Neji has been to you through the course of your relationship. You obviously had an insight of how the family used to work and while he felt he shouldn't hold that against his nephew, he couldn't help but feel betrayed by the fact the matter was discussed with an outsider.
"Not thanks to you", your tone matched his, "It is Neji who pushed for this change, it is him who will completely unite the Hyuga clan."
Hiashi chuckled dryly at your words, surprisingly nodding his head.
"And where is your role in this, you think?", pushing himself back into a straight position, he looked at you with humour in his pale eyes, maybe even a bit of pity, "A woman from a clan, famous for producing mentally unstable individuals, who either start wars or betray their village."
Your hands immediately tightened into fists, nails digging at the soft flesh of your palms. With a deep breath and teeth sinking deep inside your lower lip, you tried your best to control the rising rage inside your body.
"You don't know anything-"
"I know that even now you are barely holding back", he interrupted, his voice louder than before, "Do you think that we will not only let someone like you in the family, but also let them marry to the future leader of the clan? That we would risk having future heirs who possess the Sharingan, rather than the Byakugan?"
The sudden realisation of your potential future made you freeze. You never really though about children or how your future may look like, but it was now clear to you that Hiashi was, indeed, right.
As long as Sasuke found someone to settle with and produced heirs, your clan was bound to continue to exist and be restored. The Uchiha have powerful bloodline, which even when mixed with someone who is not part of the clan, overpowered the other genes. This why you knew that a few generations in the future, your family was about to be brough back to its original numbers prior to the massacre.
The Hyuga clan, however, could not risk their clan leader producing an Uchiha heir. While having pretty strong genes themselves, it was really a half-half chance what the child is going to be. Odds, which were not good enough, especially for a clan that valued purity so much.
The man stood up, making his way toward the door, while leaving you to think over his words.
"If you don't care about yourself and your reputation, which is damaged enough already anyway...", he stopped by the door, giving you one last look, "Then think about Neji. I may have no control over you, but I can promise you that he will not become the leader of the clan if you continue to pose a risk to our family, nor he will remain a member of it."
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The air felt colder than the previous night, dark clouds slowly floating and covering the bottom half of the moon. Leaning against the wooden railing of the main house's terrace, you starred up the sky, wondering what your life would be if you were born into a different lifestyle. With different parents, siblings and without the curse of hatred.
How easy life would be then... No rules, no regrets.
Just freedom.
Soft fingers brushed your hair aside and you jumped at the feeling of someone standing behind you. Turning around you found Neji, who quickly retracted his hand once he noticed your jumpy reaction.
"My flower", he gently smiled at you, closing the distance and attempting to kiss your lips, but landing on your cheek instead after you turned your head last minute. Immediately furrowing his brows, he grabbed your face in his hands and turned it towards him, his eyes immediately noticing the lack of excitement that usually radiated from you every time you saw him.
"What's wrong?", the young man wasted no time enquiring, the bluntness of his words reminding you of that of his uncle. You tried to smile, but your heart did not allow you to fake your emotions before him. There was no point either way - Neji was excellent at reading people, especially you. Sometimes you felt he knew you better than you knew yourself.
"Walk with me", was all you replied, before stepping back and walking down the stairs. When you noticed he was not following, but remained in his place, you extended one of your hands toward him, "Please."
He stared at you unsure what he should do, but eventually he followed you, frowning when you retracted your hand before he could grab it. You walked in silence between the small houses forming the Uchiha compound, before he tried to quiz you again:
"Did I do something? Are you upset with me?"
You shook your head, your heart ripping apart inside of your ribcage at the thought that he was torturing himself with the idea that he had done something wrong. Your pain also increased knowing what were you about to do was going to crush both of your souls.
"Of course not", you denied, "I just... I really want to show you something."
Neji glanced at you again, not saying anything. One quality that you admired about him was his patience - he was not pushy or assertive, instead he always gave you space when he felt like you may need it.
Just like he was doing now.
Reaching the end of the compound, you found yourself standing in front of small memorial temple, the Uchiha symbol, painted over the double doors, was now dusty and in places - completely missing.
"I haven't been here since I was a kid", you smiled sadly, going up the few steps and entering the small space with Neji following cautiously behind. He knew what the building was - his own clan had a very similar temple in their own compound, a way for the family members to seek guidance and comfort from their ancestors in times of great need. Unlike his, however, the Uchiha temple was dark, dusty and covered with webs - a sign that not only you haven't visited in a long time, but neither had Sasuke or any other person.
You made your way towards the middle, grabbing what was once a candle, but now was just a piece of melted white wax.
"I came here the day before me and Sasuke left the village", you said, your eyes moving up the large stone in the centre of the temple, where the names of all of the deceased Uchiha members prior the massacre were neatly written in a big list, "I asked for guidance, for some type of advice... yet I was met only with silence. Maybe this is why I found myself taking the wrong path."
Neji kneeled next to you, his hand finding yours and giving you an assuring squeeze of his fingers.
"Yet here you are", he calmly stated, his free hand wiping the dust away from the altar from where you picked the candle from, "You found yourself and you came back home. That is something that not everyone can do."
You let him hold you, his words of comfort making your eyes sting. Yet, you refused to cry, not wanting to scare him. Instead, you took a deep breath, before reaching to your dress pocket and getting out a new candle and a box of matches. You carefully placed it in the middle of the altar and lighten it.
You lifted your gaze towards the stone with names, the only one you recognized being the ones of your grandparents written right at the bottom. Your memories of them were somewhat lost in the fog of time, yet you tried your best to keep them alive in your mind, as well as the rest of your family.
"Maybe. But this is not why I brought you here", for the first time this evening you looked at him straight in the eyes, "I wanted to..."
The words died in your throat and Neji gave a gentle squeeze to your hand, a reassurance that you can take as long as you need to tell him whatever was on your mind.
"My flower, don't feel the need to-"
"I can't be with you anymore."
His hand suddenly withdrew as if your skin burned him and you desperately fought the instinct to reach out to him. He remained silent, studying your face with his brows furrowing more and more, till there was a deep crease between them.
"Y/N...", your name rolled out way too calmly for your liking, "Tell me what is going on."
Your face remained stoic, the fear of accidentally indicating even with the slightest twitch that you are lying paralyzing every muscle you had. Dragging your tongue across your dry lips, you took a deep breath, before repeating the same story you have been rehearsing for hours that day.
"My ancestors have showed me the truth", you stood up, gaze focused on the stone before you, "I have a duty towards the future generations to ensure the survival of my clan and my bloodline."
Your lover quickly followed your movements, but instead focused his attention on you. You heard him loudly gulp, before speaking:
"I assume the "truth" they have showed you does not involve me."
Neji has always been smart, often too smart for his own good. Which is why it didn't take him longer than few seconds to feel the direction in which you were trying to stir the conversation. You remained looking at one unspecific spot in front of you, still trying to contain the tears that threatened to spill any moment.
"With Sasuke gone, I am the one who is in charge of this clan", your back straightened more and more with each word, your body turning to face his, "It is my duty to ensure that the future leader will possess the Uchiha genes."
Something in his jaw worked and his eyes narrowed just a bit, a sign he was analysing something.
"Are you pregnant?"
A faint blush covered your cheeks at his question and you shook your head 'no'. You and Neji had been intimate a few times in the past, but you have always been careful.
"No, of course not!"
"Then why are you doing this?", his arms crossed in front of his chest, "Because you had a dream?"
The way he said it sounded almost mocking and you gave him a glare, suddenly feeling stupid after realizing how absurd it sounded. Maybe you should've come with a different story, about how you were going to travel with your brother or something.
"It was a guidance."
"Your ancestors didn't gave you a guidance when you needed it most and but suddenly they feel concerned if you future children are going to be Uchiha?"
His voice was getting lower, while his face remained serious, and you quickly understood that his patience was starting to run thin. Neji was an understanding man, but he was no fool - he knew when somebody was trying to lie to him, especially when that somebody was you.
"Perhaps the guidance comes when it is needed, not when it is sought."
"Don't lie to me!", his calm exterior cracked and he grabbed your hand, turning you toward him, "Everything was fine this morning and suddenly you feel like we are not good together anymore? All because of the idea of children, which we don't even have?"
"Does it not bother you?", your voice raised as well, "The idea that your successor may not be Hyuga? The idea that you would betray your clan?"
Neji remained silent and his hand slowly removed itself from you. A sudden wave of coldness hit you once his warm touch was gone. He studied your face, carefully examining each movement you made.
"Did anyone from my clan come to visit you?"
So he has put the pieces together. You should have expected this... It was now or never! You had one chance to execute your lie perfectly.
C'mon, Y/N! You have been tricking men all your life, just calm your nerves, look into his eyes and... strike.
"We had fun time, Neji", a small apologetic smile danced on your lips and your hand reached to his crossed arms, laying on top of them, "But it is time to think about the future! And having fun is not enough for me to keep pretending anymore... The same way it was not enough for all these that tried before you."
The more you talked, the more distressed he started to appear. He was trying to hide it well, but the way he was biting the inside of his lips and the nervous twitch of his toes were enough for you to know how he really felt.
"You are lying...", it sounded like he tried to reassure himself, rather than confront you.
"I was", you shrugged your shoulders, "But not anymore. It is time to be honest with each other."
"You said you love me-"
"I said what I knew you needed to hear."
That triggered something in him and he looked at you with disgust, before stepping away from you. Turning his back, you could see him taking deep breaths in attempt to calm himself. You closed your eyes, unable to witness the pain you have caused him.
"The stuff they said about you...they are all true, aren't they?", his voice came out quiet and you almost missed it with the sound of the wind outside, "About how you tricked men, women and children, just to further the agenda of hatred you shared with your brother! How you used people's kindness only to stab them in the back once you no longer need them! How villages were burn and people were exiled, because they were foolish enough to trust you..."
You couldn't keep your tears anymore and you let out a loud sob, rubbing the sleeve of your top against your eyes. But unlike the usual comfort Neji provided in moments like this, the only thing he offered you was a glare mixed with disgust and anger.
"Why are you crying?", he rhetorically asked, scoffing at your behaviour, "Do you want me to feel bad for you? After you ripped my heart out and stomped on it just so you can have "fun time"?"
Choosing to move your eyes to your shoes instead, you watched your tears falling on the cold stone below. You always thought you knew what pain was having lost so much since such an early age... But what you felt at this moment was the most excruciating feeling you have ever experienced.
Shaking his head, Neji let out a sigh, before he closed the distance and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder.
"Shit, I...", it was the first time you ever heard him swear and it surprised you, "You have no idea how much I hate you right now... and how much I hate myself for the fact I can't bear the sight of you being upset."
Your knees gave up under you and if it wasn't for Neji, holding you, you would've collapsed on the ground. Hearing him say he hate you was the final drop in the already overflowing pool of emotions you were feeling, but you couldn't be mad at him. You hated yourself too, probably more than he could ever do.
Staying intervened with each other, you tried to burn the feeling of his body against yours into your mind, so you had a bittersweet moment to cherish for the rest of your life. Because no matter what happened with you, Neji or even Hiashi, you knew that there was no going back.
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Weeks passed and Neji never came back, neither you saw him in public. You didn't even remember when he left on the day you ended your relationship, all you could remember was him carrying your tired body inside, before laying you down and leaving without another word.
Neji, however, saw you. Every morning when you were leaving your house for groceries. Every evening, when he was walking home with Lee and TenTen after training and he could see the outline of your silhouette walking around the house through your window.
The young Hyuga has always been somewhat reserved and cold, especially to people he didn't know. But since that day he started shutting everyone out - his teammates, his family, even his sensei. And no matter how hard they tried to reach out to him and find out what was going on, he refused to let anybody in, instead focusing all his energy in either doing solo missions or training.
The only person that could make sense of Neji's current state was Hiashi, who after a few weeks of watching his nephew push himself to the limit, decided it was time to have a talk with him.
"It is the Uchiha woman, isn't it?", he asked one day while watching over the compound with his hands clasped behind his back. He never even glanced at Neji, who looked at him with surprise, before pressing his lips into a thin line.
"I see", Hiashi said after the few seconds of silence, "They have this strange aura about them. It's almost like they are luring you in, trying to stray your attention away from what is really important... Her mother was the same."
The young man did not reply, instead eyed his uncle suspiciously. He waited for him to continue, but was met only with silence. After a while, he forced his gaze away and mimicked his position by moving his own arms behind him.
"I wouldn't know, uncle."
"Wouldn't you?"
It almost felt like time stopped and Neji held his breath. Hiashi continued to look ahead, appearing to all the other member of the family that passed by that he was just enjoying the peace of his own mind.
"That part of the wall that you kept climbing in order to sneak out is right under my window."
His nephew pressed his eyes closed and let out a small sigh. Did he feel disappointed because of the lack of care he was exercising? Yes.
Was he surprised? No, not really. Hiashi seemed to have his way of knowing everything about the members of the clan - what were they doing, where were they, who were they with. Neji supposed this was one of his responsibilities as the clan leader.
"It is over, uncle", he said, feeling there is no point in lying or trying to come up with a story. The older man finally turned his attention to him, resting one of his hands on his shoulder.
"Then stop mourning over it", his finger gently squeezed Neji's shoulder, "She has made the right decision."
Hiashi offered the younger man a sympathetic smile, but in response he only received a blank stare. He could feel the muscles under his hand tense and he moved it away, feeling the hostile energy radiating from his nephew.
"How do you know it was her who made the decision?", Neji asked, his intuition already telling him the right answer.
For all the years he had the chance to observe his uncle, he has never seen him flustered. But now, as he was trying to convince him that he it was just a "guess", he noticed the red tips of his ears and the nervous twitch of his nose and he knew that for a fact he was right the first time.
A member of the Hyuga did indeed visit you.
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You whole life was built on dependency. A harsh realization, but true. First it was your brother, then it was Neji - there has always been someone who has acted as your safe place, someone you can rely on and be vulnerable in front of.
With your sibling gone and your lover feeling nothing else other than hate towards you, you felt more alone than ever. Sure, you still had some friends visiting you, like Naruto or Ino, but nothing could fill the large gap you felt in your chest.
Every time you got tempted to tell the truth, you quickly reminded yourself that you did this for Neji's own good. You felt silly and stupid for even entertaining the idea that your romance could blossom into a marriage. Maybe you should've pushed him away the moment he told you that he doesn't "date" casually and he has serious intentions toward you, despite being together for only 6 months.
"I've known you for years", he said that day, "and 6 months are more than enough for me to know that there is no one else I want to spend my life with."
That was a year ago and you shouldn't know better. In a world build on old customs and traditions, where the only pursuit was power, there was no place for love.
7 weeks, 3 days and 13 hours have passed since you last saw the young Hyuga. You didn't want to count every passing minute, but it seemed your brain was automatically doing it for you as a reminder as to when have you committed the biggest mistake of your life.
You remained laying on your bed, eyes trained on a small black line on the wall. The memory of how it got there was fresh in your mind - you and Neji were making a list of all the places you wish to travel to one day, when you both started arguing if the Land of Water should be one of them. A verbal bickering soon turned into a tickling fight and you accidentally scratched your pen against the wall, leaving a mark on it. You were angry at him for making you leave such an ugly scratch on the white paint back then, but looking at it now you appreciated it as one of the few things that reminded you of him.
A loud knocking sounded around the house and you buried your head in your pillow.
"Not again, Naruto!", you groaned, your voice muffled in the soft material. The blonde has noticed you have been very cold and melancholic lately, thus making it its own personal mission to come and try to get you out of the house every single day. While you knew he had good intentions, you couldn't help but find his constant visits a bit annoying.
The knock sounded again and you huffed, standing up and throwing on yourself the first house robe you found laying nearby. Making your way downstairs the sound kept getting more persisting, as if the person on the other side was starting to lose their patience.
"Kami, Naruto, are you trying to break my door-", the words got stuck in your throat once you saw who was visiting you, "Neji?"
The man pushed his way past you, rubbing both his hands over his face. His usually perfect attire was wrinkly, his long hair was all over the place and the dark circles under his eyes hinted that he hasn't slept well for a while.
"You lied to me!", he exclaimed, the sudden loudness startling you, "You tried to sell me this stupid story of yours about your ancestors, and your guidance, and your future heirs... And it was so obvious you made it all on the spot! I can't believe I fell for all this nonsense!"
You remained quiet, not sure if he does expect any type of answer or explanation from you or if he just wanted to rant.
"Why did you not tell me he visited you?", he asked, turning towards you with angry eyes and you didn't need clarification about who "he" was. You didn't know how or when, but Neji must have found out about his uncle's visit to your house.
"Should I tell you every time someone drops at my house?", you wanted to light up the mood a bit, but given the annoyed glare the young man gave you, it seemed he did not appreciate your attempt for a joke. You let out a sigh, walking over to the living room:
"What difference would that have made?"
Neji followed you, letting a scoff at your words and crossing his arms.
"It would have given me the opportunity to tell you that you are absolutely out of your mind for listening to him", he argued, his voice cracking in the end. Never have you seen Neji so stressed and unable to control himself, and it did break your heart all over again to witness it.
"He just wants the best for you and the clan."
"If he did, he wouldn't have abolished the branch system so late", he countered straight away and you shut your mouth, knowing you can't argue with that point, "He is old and bitter man, who is so unhappy he tries to make everyone else unhappy."
The shock from his words must have been evident on your face, because Neji let out deep exhale, before crouching in front of you and taking your hands in his.
"I see you", his voice was now gentle and he looked into your eyes, "I don't care for your name or for your Sharigan, or for what you did in the past... I see the real you... and I love you."
The tears you have been fighting finally started sliding down your face and he got up from his position, cupping your cheeks and wiping them with his thumbs.
"I don't deserve... you", you hiccupped, resting your hands on top of his, "And I can allow for you to give up on the clan position because of me, I-"
"I don't care if I become a leader of the Hyuga or not", he interrupted you, eyes seeking yours, "I will give it up without a second thought if that means I can be with you."
"But if we have children-"
"I don't care about that, even if they had an additional third eye on the forehead and all of them were possessing the Sharingan", he assured you, caressing your now damp cheeks. After a second, he added:
"Okay, maybe I would care a little bit, but that is because it would freak me out if they have a third eye on their forehead."
A small laugh made its way past your lips and Neji smiled in return, wrapping his arms around you.
"I am sorry. I shouldn't have said the stuff I said about you."
"Don't be!", your face buried in his chest and you inhaled deeply the lavender smell you grew to love so much, "I should be the one apologizing, I... I just wanted to do what is the best for you. I wanted to protect you."
Neji whispered a quiet "I know" in your hair, while laying a few gentle kisses on top of your head. He kept you close to his body, relieved he finally had the opportunity to hold you again. If it wasn't for the sound of his heartbeat right next to your ear, you would have thought that all of this was just another one of your dreams.
"We are going to be okay", he mumbled, his hands rubbing your back up and down, "As long as we are together, we are going to be okay."
You hummed at his words, before moving your head and looking into his eyes. You have never noticed before, that despite despite the pale colour, there were still different shades of light blue, pink, purple and white in them. Almost like they were holding a small universe behind, you suddenly felt overwhelmed with all the love you felt for this man.
"I see you, Neji Hyuga", you repeated his earlier words, "and I love you."
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Let's write an mHanders fic! Part 7 (poll under readmore)
Masterpost featuring links to all parts: HERE
The worst thing about living in Hightown now, according to Hawke, was the many many MANY steps he had to climb, especially when absolutely hammered. But with Isabela's help they eventually reached Hightown, and Hawke prided himself in not stumbling and falling to his face on the filthy steps. Hawke: 1, Stairs: 0.
The thing about Hightown was that while significantly less dirty than Lowtown, it was just as likely to get your ass jumped if you were walking around after dark and after the guards had done their rounds. Bandits were creeping out of the stonework in this blasted city.
And of course, of fucking course, they got jumped. It was just Hawke's luck.
Casting spells came naturally to him by now. But casting spells still required quite a bit of focus. And fuck if he had that while barely standing on his own own feet. Isabela was doing great trying to fight off the gang but there was only so much a single rogue could do. And after Hawke almost hit her with a terribly aimed fireball, they were both on the verge of being overwhelmed. What a way to go. Or to get robbed blind if they were lucky. After everything he's been through, to get fucked up by a bunch of low-lives on the street.
If only he hadn't drunk so much. Which could've been easily avoided by not being so cringe earlier. Which would've been avoided if he hadn't seen Bayron at the clinic. It was all Bayron's fault!
Fate must really love messing with Hawke though. Because he did come out alive from this encounter. But at what cost! Saved by maker-damned Bayron of all people! Hawke hadn't even known that the man was a warrior. And quite skillful one at that, which Hawke had managed to notice despite his incredibly hazy focus. Bayron had made a quick work out of the remaining few bandits, and even Hawke had to admit to himself that he looked very cool while doing it. Which further soured his mood. Not that it lasted much longer because the moment Bayron turned around to check on him, Hawke promptly doubled over, emptied his stomach on the Hightown street, and passed out, probably not managing to avoid the mess he had just made.
Isabela and Bayron had obviously carried him back to his estate. And someone had put him to bed, in clean pyjamas and all that. Which is how Hawke found himself the next day. The memories assaulted him in tandem with the horrible hangover he had. Fuck, he felt like digging a deep hole and hiding himself and his shame there. What an incredibly shitty day.
He pulled the covers over his head and groaned in misery and embarrassment. He was never getting drunk again. And if he was lucky (as if!) - never crossing paths with Bayron again. Good character required he thank the man. But pettiness and embarrassment demanded he avoid him like the blight.
Hawke crawled out of bed and washed himself. He needed a distraction today. Perhaps he'd visit the Blooming Rose and talk to Jethann about recent gossips. He had gotten into the habit of using him as a source of information for jobs. People were surprisingly forthcoming in brothels.
Yes. Go to the Blooming Rose, get information, get a job, do a job. Distraction successful. And he could feel better about himself as an added bonus.
The moment his hand touched the doorknob on his bedroom door, he realized his mother was most likely aware of what had transpired the previous night. At least in part. And he absolutely definitely didn't want to get a lecture from her. Or a very disappointed look. Or even worse - questions! He should just avoid her for now.
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beginnings of a william wisp backstory fic thats actually an elaborate ruse for me to explore the un-witness protection program and the goings on of deadwood. because seriously i think we all need to think about them more
It takes William 3 days to stumble out of the woods.
Or so he guesses – time is hard to track when you can barely keep yourself upright and just blearily crash into every tree and bush there is and hope you go the right way.
They told him it’d been a week. They told him the funeral was tomorrow. They told him a lot more, probably, but at that point he’d been running on empty for so long the world had started to blink in and out with every breath.
He got a break, after that. Your parents were worried, he heard, along with some ‘should’ve looked harder’s and ‘shouldn’t have looked at all’s. They let him go home, where he collapsed into his cold, pristine bed and promptly passed out.
(He woke up less than an hour later, when his mother came to check on him and thought he’d died in his sleep. He didn’t know how to tell her he’s apparently been dead for a week already.)
Two days later, when the town doctor had come in, eager-eyed to finally get a look at someone returning from the woods human, and left looking deeply disturbed, he was allowed out of the house again. Not to school, obviously, since he was still shaky and too-pale and covered in bruises and scratches and hiding bandages under his hoodie, but just a short walk.
He cried when he realised the Un-witness Protection crew were waiting for him in their usual spot. And then cried more, because he wasn’t sure if he was able to cry, and also because fuck, he’d never let them see him upset like this before. But he could tell they were all shaken too. He’d been trying his best not to think since he came to, but… He knew he’d disappeared into the woods. He knew they would’ve assumed the worst – and he wasn’t even sure they were wrong.
He went intangible for the first time that day, standing shellshocked with tears streaming down his face, as Mary ran up to try to hug him. He felt it the moment her arms passed straight through him, saw the looks on his friends’ faces turn from relief to a mix of fear and pure shock. Heard Mary say “Wait, Will–?” as he stepped back, seeing her confusion suddenly drop into understanding.
And watching, horrified, as he reached out to her, and… grabbed her. As if nothing was wrong. As if he hadn’t died in the cursed fucking woods and as if her arms hadn’t gone through him and as if he hadn’t fucking glowed when it happened.
“…William?” Her voice shook, fear and hope laced together in a horrible cocktail that made his throat close up around even more tears. He took a breath.
“Hey, Mary.”
A dam broke. She pulled him back in and this time his body didn’t betray him. He felt her arms wrap around him and felt how warm, how alive she was, how that feeling multiplied as the entire group came over to join the hug. This was their first group hug in months, not since the night they found Dara with only a broken leg on the edge of the woods after losing him in a chase.
It felt nice. It felt like home. For the first time since he’d woken up at the base off a cliff, William felt safe.
It was somewhat of a blur after that. Like one of their interrogations, everyone took turns asking questions and taking notes. It felt weird, being on the other side of it for once. No, I don’t remember what happened. Yes, I know who I am. No, I haven’t had any other moments of intangibility. Yes, I still have a heartbeat.
He probably should’ve felt bad for lying. But he couldn’t – He really didn’t remember. He knows there was a wisp. A few, probably. But nobody asked do you still see wisps all over town or have you really slept since you got back or hey, how come you aren’t a fucking decomposing sack of bones right now anyway? He’d have to remind them to be more accurate with their questions, next time they found a spirit.
Next time. Next time they saw him, more like.
#hi. sorry for abusing italics theyre my fave thing in the world#deadwood#myfic#prime defenders#william wisp#primedefenders#maintags. scary#this is scheduled btw. nd i WILL finish this fic i prommy#IF U LIKE THIS FEEL FREE TO ASK ME MORE ABT DEADWOOD/UPP/PD IN GENERAL I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS
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Tales from Aurea - Session 2.5 Now Posted!
I'm back again to announce that Session 2.5 - A Look Back: Jo and Kaja is now posted in full on Royal Road! You can read it at this link here and/or check out the preview under the cut. Enjoy!
Chapter Summary: The clock turns back to the depths of winter, and the moment when Jo and Kaja first meet in the isolation of the Goldenwoods. But within their story of friendship and survival runs a vein of malice, as the identities of those who hunt Kaja from the shadows are revealed.
Taglist (ask to be +/-): @drippingmoon, @kainablue, @splashinkling, @space-writes, @aroyalpaininthecass
Curious what this story is about? Check out the WIP Introduction here
Jo padded along, her large, furry paws gliding effortlessly atop the snow. She hadn’t found a meal all morning and was beginning to get as discouraged as she was hungry. Winter was always difficult; many of the animals hibernated for weeks on end and the ones who stayed active would only come out for brief periods to forage. If she didn’t catch them during that time, she would have to go without.
The sun was positioned high in the sky when Jo finally caught a whiff of something enticing. She paused and sniffed the ground. The snow had been dug away to expose the frozen foliage underneath, the twigs stripped bare of their bark. Mountain deer, down in the lowlands in search of food—and they had passed through recently. Feeling the faintest hope teasing her rumbling belly, Jo continued onward.
A branch snapped, piercing the silence, then another and another. Jo raised her head, ears swiveled forward. A herd of deer burst out from the bushes, eyes bulging and sides heaving, too panicked to realize they were running towards a sabercat. Jo froze, stunned, as they tore by, her hunger momentarily forgotten. She had lived in the Goldenwoods for years and had never seen deer behave that way before. Ears alert and nose twitching, she waited for whatever was pursuing the deer to emerge and face her. Yet nothing came forth and Jo was left alone in the muted tranquility of the snow-covered forest.
Following the path of destruction that the deer had left in their wake, Jo picked up an unfamiliar scent wrapped within the lingering aroma left behind by the frightened animals. Her ears stood at attention, her every footfall was slow and deliberate. Slinking through the undergrowth, she soon came upon a small glade. A peculiar layer of thick ice, rippling from a central point, carpeted the ground and unnaturally large icicles weighed down the branches above. Amidst this odd crystalline cocoon lay a small, lifeless shape.
Jo thought it was a human child at first, clad in strange clothes that looked more appropriate for summer than winter. Puzzled, she waited and watched. But when the child didn’t move, she approached for a closer look. That was when Jo realized that she hadn’t found a human at all. In fact, she had never seen a person like this child before.
She looked very much like a thin, human girl but with long, white hair, which was a most unusual color for a young human to have. She was laying on her stomach, her head to one side, her eyes closed and jaw slack. Four twisted horns protruded from her head and she had a lizard-like tail covered in white scales and fins. For a moment, Jo thought she was partially buried in snow but soon discovered that the “snow” was actually a smattering of tiny white scales across her cream-colored skin.
Jo investigated the surrounding area for signs of anyone else, possibly the girl’s parents, but there was only one set of footprints left in the snow. The prints themselves were long and irregular as if the child had been struggling to drag herself forward when she finally collapsed.
Jo circled back and examined the girl once more. She was alive but wouldn’t be much longer without help. Out of options and unwilling to leave her to die, Jo positioned the girl across her back and made a long and careful journey home.
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Ah yes, Watch me crawl out from under the bush and post -only to disappear in a poof of smoke while you’re confused as you can’t recall your name.
Anyway, MORE BABY DRAGONS!!!!! (Yes this is a continuation of the black baby dragon post thing.)
I love them all very dearly. They were all part of the ‘curse’ thingy, but I have more development on some rather than others.
Blue dragon; was a human wanderer in the desert with no particular affiliation. They liked drawing what they came across, but particularly things that could fly. Out of all the baby dragons, they were the first to get on the wing, and is the most confident flyer out of all of them. They were taken in by a clan of blue dragons, and were forced to adapt to life with a lot of annoying siblings, but they’d easily give their life to protect them.
Green dragon; I don’t have much on this one, just know that a pair of green dragons saved them from a bad situation and took them in. The baby green dragon desires dangerous adventures above all else, which doesn’t fit well with the fact that green dragons are the most protective over their young.
Red dragon; no clue. But I’m pretty sure they’re the ones that were the catalyst for the ‘curse’ and something else about dying in a battle. Idk. They’re very cute tho.
Brass dragon; a human from a small town in a desert. He kept to himself and spent most of his time in the small library provided. He didn’t like to socialise unless someone was equally into academic studies wanted to discuss something with him (read ; autistic. Yes, I am projecting my autism onto this character, because brass dragons remind me of a lot of the traits). When he turned into a dragon he couldn’t return to his town, but luckily found another brass dragon in their abode. This baby dragon is the smartest of the group, and the most curious about how this curse came to be.
White dragon; where as the others were pretty lucky to find the support they needed in the form of older dragons, this baby white dragon was an elf slave who was almost killed by a white dragon. The slaves were being transported when a white dragon attacked the vehicles while they were on a cliff, both slavers and slaves were killed but the curse took hold as the elf slave fell of the edge. Even as the adult white dragon saw a small white dragon, they were still intent on hunting and killing it. The baby dragon barely got away alive, and she decided the best course of action was to warn the nearest town about the impending dragon attack.
The designs were my interpretation of the dragon species, I’m very well aware they don’t look like the canon traits. This is both for cuteness and just what I would want to draw.
#my art#oc#dnd#dragons#blue dragon#green dragon#red dragon#brass dragon#white dragon#wyrmling#baby dragon#dungeon and dragons
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Hello hello! Tagged by the radical @albatris thank you thank you tidings of blood and fangs upon ye
Finding: Storm, bite, bring and settle and I am going to do it from The Crows Death woag
Storm
“Sorted now.” Sam scowled at the bushes she had originally approached, then gestured him over. “Dolly just needed some help.”
“I did not!” She stormed into view, their imposter trailing behind her, her face like thunder. Atlas watched with amusement as she approached, stuck a finger out, and then snarled, “And you!”
Andy paused his progress of picking his way out of the bush. “Me?”
“You!” She marched forward, and he shrank back, and they tried not to smile too wide. “You are making my job here as hard as possible! You need to stop running off without me all the bloody time!”
“I didn’t, I just-“
“You’re going to get yourself killed! Do you understand that? Does that make sense to you?”
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I’m not-“
“Or do you want to die? Is that it? You’re so eager to kick the bucket already? It’s like you’re not even trying to stay alive!”
Bite
“Shut him up,” Max instructed sourly. “I don’t want to listen to him talk.”
“What, you don’t like his cute little accent?” The man advanced on where Andy had fallen, and he shrank back. Please, please, please. No, no, no.
“Cute,” she echoed.
“Sure, it’s adorable.” He crouched down beside Andy, the cloth in hand, and when Andy clenched his jaw, wondering if he should bite again, he tutted, put on a terrible impression of his Glalis accent. “Now, now, li’le Crow. Dhon’ be irriday’ing me. Maxie here’ll s’ring you uhp if you ghive her a ‘hance.”
“Don’t call me that,” Max said. Her smile had vanished. “And hurry up. Stop playing with him.”
“I’m not playing. I only play with people I like. Unlike-“
“Titch,” she said, a low, cold note of warning in her voice.
The man - Titch - sighed dramatically, the cloth stretched between his hands. His nails were a void-like black rather than the pale pink they should have been. An actual servant to the Fox. Exactly what he wanted. “You used to be fun,” he grumbled, then looked down at Andy. “Are you going to bite me?”
“Yes,” he said. “Don’t touch me.”
Bring
“It’s - one of the people I went with, a… my friend, he…” they huffed. “He got… kidnapped just before we got back. I want to…”
“Track him?”
There was an emphasis on his words, an unspoken offer. Atlas realised what he was implying at the exact same time as their imposter, and where horror drew across their face, a flicker of hope danced across their imposters. “Wait,” Atlas blurted, lurching forward. The floorboards didn’t even groan under their feet, their own home falling for their imposter's trick. “Wait, no. No, you - he can’t come. He can’t come as well, he’ll - he’ll die. You’ll kill him. You’re going to kill him.”
Every word was fully ignored. Their imposter pulled away from Olly’s shoulder to study him, the start of a smile edging across their expression. “Yeah,” they said quietly. “Track him. Bring him back.”
A primal scream started to rise in their throat, desperation and premature grief loud and clawing. “Don’t,” they begged. “Hey. Hey, seriously, please, don’t. You’ll kill him, I can’t - I can’t live without him. Do anything else. Please. Please. Listen to me, don’t - please.”
Settle
When he twisted his head around, he found its source; a decayed rodent laying an arm’s length away from him, flesh grey, bones jutting through the rotten meat. A maggot squirmed in the tiny carcass. His gorge rose, and the smell of death swept over him, encased him, claimed him. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.
He had just about settled his nerves and calmed his racing pulse when the long-dead, barely held-together skeleton moved. One of its remaining paws twitched, spasmed, and dug into the ground, dragging the festering body closer.
It moved again.
And again.
Tagging uhhh @loopyhoopywrites nd @ace-malarky nd @polyaubergine to find uh break, mold, ring and grin
#tcd#writing#writing game#am writing#I like the settle one a lot :)#ALSO MAX MAX MAX MAX MAX SHE SHE SHE SHE SHE#andy gets biting rights but shouldn't bite her
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After thinking about the whole using your favourite song to get free of Vecna concept for a bit I started wondering how the group would react to their favourite songs post-Vecna.
Because even just talking from my own experience, even the best songs can absolutely be ruined by trauma.
So in the end, once Vecna is dead and everything is said and done, I imagine it's gonna go something like this:
Max who survives Vecna in the end. Battered and bruised, almost blind and bound to a wheelchair but she survives. And she still has Lucas. She still has her friends that care for her and look after her, her found family, only that now whenever she hears Kate Bush, she ends up with full blown anxiety attacks, feeling like she's back in that horrible place in the Upside Down. Not just with "Running up that hill" but Kate Bush in general because it's the singer's voice that is branded into her brain now.
Eddie, who gets released from the hospital after the group barely got him out of the Upside Down alive and immediately sets up a date for a Corroded Coffin band rehearsal even though he's supposed to take it slow but this is all he ever wanted to do. His trip to hell and back is all he thinks about in the days leading up to their band meet up and the fact that he helped save the world with a Metallica song and his own electric guitar. But once he sits in front of his waiting band mates his hands freeze. And he tries to play, just like he remembers doing in the Upside Down, he can almost feel it in his fingertips, too, but sitting there in Gareth's garage he can't. It's like his hands are stuck to the strings and his throat closes up and his healing bites start itching again and it's not fair because that's his song now and he was so certain they'd kill it at their next gig but Eddie can't. Not that song. Never again.
Now, Nancy is the one that never really cared much about music but she cares a lot about being prepared, especially after getting dragged into everything with the Upside Down. Nancy, who is the one collecting all of their favourite songs, neatly putting them on a list and fixing up a mixtape for her car. Thankfully she never has to use it but she can never bring herself to throw it out, either, because what if the time comes where they need to be prepared again? So instead it ends up getting banished to her glove department. Never able to throw it away, but unable to look at it without shuddering, either.
Or Robin who didn't even know what song to chose in case of a Vecna emergency because her favourite song changes daily. Robin's cassette collection at home is diverse and excessive, as her mom loves to remind her, but it's just hard when sometimes she needs to listen to the same 5 songs for a month and other times it feels like she needs to listen to 100 different songs a day. Even when Nancy comes to her about the mixtape she's not sure she even chose the right song so she just ends up doing her own mixtape. She keeps it with her until the day Vecna is defeated before crashing it under one of the Beamer's tires as Steve is finally teaching her how to drive.
And lastly Steve who always listened to Queen, Abba, Madonna and everything pop on the radio but after almost losing several of his friends it's just not the same. Everytime he listens to "I want to break free" now, he remembers Russian spies and finding Eddie half dead in Dustin's arms and watching Max at the hospital getting wheeled into surgery and he gets anxious and there's so much anger now. Robin and Dustin have tried to get him into different styles of music before and now there's Eddie who only ever talks about Metal and that's not quite it but turns out Punk works quite well when you want to scream it out alone in the car.
#feel free to add to this please#I know there's a bunch of characters missing but these where the ones I couldn't stop thinking about#stranger things#vecna#max mayfield#Steve harrington#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#lumax
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Legend Has It - Chapter 1
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Prologue
He’s alone when it happens.
Small bare feet hit sun-warmed cobblestone as Tim runs down one of the garden paths behind his house, running alone, running just for the feel of the moving air, and he smiles with closed eyes and toes that dig into the crevices between old stones with every step.
He looks around again, hangs a left past a peony bush, and almost tumbles to a halt.
There’s a bird, on the ground. A tiny one. One of its wings is at a wrong angle, he can tell, and maybe a leg, too, and--it looks like its eyes are closed, is it--
Tim’s on his knees and reaching one small hand out to touch it, brushing its soft feathers with the lightest touch he can manage. There’s no response. The small body is still, cold, and stiff under his fingers, no matter what he does to try to coax it awake. He slumps down where he sits, hands falling to rest against the cobblestone, pressing down, and all he can think is It’s not fair.
It’s not fair that such a tiny bird has to die all alone in a garden. What was it doing? Does it have a family? Is it just a kid bird, still growing up? Was it on a long journey? Why did it have to--
Tim takes a breath. It doesn’t feel right, leaving the delicate little bird to rest in the middle of the path to be stepped on or dragged off by an opportunistic predator. It deserves a burial. He can manage that, at least--he knows how, he buried his goldfish from the school carnival last year, out behind the tool shed.
Tim leans forward and scoops the bird up in his two small hands, cradling it with care. He looks down, for a moment, feeling a surge of sadness and affection and a small wish that he could have helped, could have found the bird sooner.
A wing twitches.
Tim almost drops the bird right then and there. But he catches his reaction just in time, and as he lifts his cupped hands up to eye level, staring, staring, staring, the little bird drags its wings in, opens its eyes, and gathers itself up to stand on his left palm, lifts its beak up to look him in the face.
It blinks once, and greets him with a beautiful, high chirp.
Tim wheezes.
The bird stares for another long moment, twitters something fast and happy and loud, and then launches off his hands into the air and wings it toward the trees. He loses sight of it in seconds.
Tim kneels on the warm cobblestone until his knees have divots that will take ages to smooth out, staring down at his hands with a combination of disbelief and horror and a very little bit of joy.
The bird was dead.
He knows it. He knows it. There’s no other explanation, Tim checked, he’s seen dead birds before, it was distinctly not alive.
The bird...is now alive.
Unless Tim hallucinated the whole thing, the bird definitely flew off. From his own hands. It woke up in his hands.
Does this make him a necromancer? Tim shudders. Necromancers are--they’re supposed to be evil, they raise the dead and usually use them for nefarious purposes in stories. He’s never heard of them being real before, or magic being real, which is--a problem. But he did just resurrect an entire bird, somehow, so Tim’s fairly willing to suspend his usual disbelief for today.
Necromancers are--they’re a bad kind of magic, forbidden and dark and evil. But what just happened...whatever Tim did, somehow...it didn’t feel evil.
It didn’t feel like much of anything, actually. Maybe it wasn’t him at all? Maybe...maybe he got it wrong. He hasn’t seen a lot of dead birds, after all, maybe he just--missed it, and the bird wasn’t hurt as badly as it had seemed. It was possible.
Tim scrambled to his feet, trying to push the incident out of his mind for now. He could ask his parents, maybe, when they came home from their trip in a few weeks. They tended to know almost everything. This kind of thing probably happened all the time.
It was probably not him at all. Just a coincidence. That was all.
Two weeks and eighteen resurrected insects, one resurrected squirrel, and one dog in a hit-and-run brought back from death that Tim had witnessed for sure, and it...it’s definitely Tim. He can’t deny it anymore. His own small hands are mysteries now, his days full of wondering what he’ll accidentally resurrect next--a rose bush? A person? He certainly doesn’t know.
He doesn’t think people would be happy to know about his new ability, either. He’s been reading about it, when he can. Googling everything he can find about necromancy and resurrections and cheating death. It’s not very good.
Tim doesn’t mean to. It just happens . He doesn’t know how to stop.
So he’s going to have to hide. Seven years old, he digs out a notebook and comes up with a plan.
Look before touching anything when other people are around.
Don’t offer to clean up dead bugs at school anymore.
Don’t tell Mrs. Mac.
No pets. Can’t risk it.
Just avoid anything dead.
Stop eating meat. There’s no way it’s worth the risk. (He doesn’t think he can reanimate a chicken from a nightly dinner, or some McNuggets, but...a couple weeks ago, he didn’t think he could reanimate anything at all. So he’s not very inclined to leave it to chance, right now.)
Don’t tell Mother or Father when they return.
No going to cemeteries--that just sounds like a terrible idea.
Start wearing boots and long socks when in the woods, so any accidental carcass-brushing doesn’t...resurrect a fox or squirrel or rabbit that wants to bite him, or something.
Find someone who has answers.
Tim puts the marker down after scribbling number ten, and stares at it for a minute. That sounds like a tall order. But he does live in Gotham, and you never know what shops you’ll find or people you’ll meet in this city, if you don’t stick to the most well-trodden sidewalks. He’s good at slipping away sometimes, when his parents are distracted.
He’ll work on it. He’s got time, probably. As long as this doesn’t get...worse.
And meanwhile, he’s got parents coming home, and a spelling test tomorrow, and if his nose is correct, Mrs. Mac’s homemade brownies fresh out of the oven. The list and his newfound necromancy can wait.
He’ll figure it out, eventually. He will.
He has to.
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I am at a point where I feel like I am not going to ever write again, because brains and jobs are stupid, and for all the WIPs I have, I'll be 80 before I ever finish them.
Those bursts of inspiration are so few and far between these days that I'm grateful for the opportunity to actually sit and let the words pour out.
But I digress.
A snippit! A wee bit of writing, for Inquisitor Cerridwyn Lavellan.
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A laugh exploded from Cerridwyn’s lips as her gaze met Blackwall’s across the dead body of the dragon they had just felled. They were alive.
“Anyone injured?” Cassandra’s voice sounded very distant, as did the chorus of shouts from her companions. Her eyes stayed locked on Blackwall as he walked around the massive beast to where she stood.
“Are you alright?” he asked, taking one of her hands in his, it was then that she realized she was trembling. “Are you hurt?”
“I don’t think so,” she managed to get out, “though, I think my hair is standing on end.”
His smile was gentle as he reached up and smoothed a hand over the top of her head. “No more than usual,” he assured her, and she let out a laugh, but she couldn’t seem to get herself to take a step.
“Inquisitor, are you-”
“I’ve got her,” Blackwall called glancing away for a moment before looking back at her. “I’ve got you,” he said and she nodded and scooped her up, carrying her like a child, one arm behind her back, the other under her knees. “No, no go on ahead, we’ll catch up.”
“Are you hurt?” Cerridwyn asked, lifting her head from where she’d rested it on his shoulder. He shook his head. “I can’t-” she started, feeling the trembling in her limbs getting worse. “I can’t go back there like this, they can’t see me-” falling apart. Because she was. They had taken down a dragon, with what seemed like minimal injuries, though her insides felt scrambled, and her skin was buzzing from the electricity it kept spewing out at them.
Blackwall remained silent as he walked, and then she heard the sound of rushing water and knew they were some distance from camp. With a quiet groan, he sunk down onto a large flat rock, her still in his arms. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, and knowing they were alone and that he wouldn’t judge her, she cracked. A strangled sob escaped Cerridwyn’s lips and she pressed her face into his throat as she wept.
All the while he offered quiet words that soothed her, not empty promises that everything was okay, but realistic ones. That they had survived, they had done good and saved lives, and that he was there for her.
It was a long time later that she shifted off his lap and onto the rock beside him. “How bad is it?” she asked, turning her face up to him. His gaze searched her face and then he jerked his head toward the running river a short distance away.
“Go splash some water on your face and they’ll never know.” Cerridwyn obeyed the directive and when she returned Blackwall held a glass vial out to her. “Drink up.” She opened her mouth to insist he do the same, but he waggled an empty one at her. “Already did,” he said and she smiled, then popped off the cork and downed the contents, and tucked the now empty vial into her own hip pouch before they began walking up the path and away from the river.
“Thank you,” she told him. “I…” glancing over she laughed slightly with a shake of her head. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” Cerridwyn told him and saw his cheeks go red as Blackwall ducked his head down. Leaning over she bumped him with her shoulder. Blackwall had been there for her after her first kill. He’d found her sick in the bushes, barely able to breathe, because she had killed another living, breathing person.
In the beginning of her time with the Inquisition it had been all demons and monsters. But going to the Hinterlands, that had changed everything, and while she’d been surrounded by so many Inquisition troops, she’d had no other options finally. They’d only just met Blackwall a few hours earlier, but he’d seen it and he’d comforted her, and from that moment on he was the only one she wasn’t afraid to show vulnerability to. “You’re my best friend,” she told him and bumped his shoulder again, this time he let out a snort of laughter and bumped her back.
They arrived back in camp and found The Iron Bull celebrating their successful slaughter of the dragon with the others. Drinks were passed around, and loud stories were told, recounting the experience for those who hadn’t been there. The hour grew later, and everyone began heading off to tents and bedrolls, but Cerridwyn still sat there, now alone, staring into the fire. She still felt as if that dragon’s electricity was in her veins.
Blackwall appeared at her side and held out a flask. “You need rest,” he said and Cerridwyn looked up at him, and eyed the flask before taking it and downing a quick swig. It burned a warm trail all the way down her throat and into her belly. “Everyone is alive, just some bruises and minor cuts, and we head back to Skyhold in the morning.”
Perhaps that was part of her reluctance, going back meant all eyes were on her, more than when they were out and about. She’d had to make difficult decisions and lead a massive group of people who didn’t even believe in her Gods. Who believed she was chosen by a God she’d barely even heard of before going to the Conclave. “Yeah,” she said softly.
Blackwall shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then cleared his throat and when she looked up he was looking out past her, his cheeks beginning to turn pink. “And I’m sure there is at least one person waiting for you that will be happier than any of the others for your return,” he coughed again and she felt her own cheeks burn hot and laughed quietly.
“Maybe,” she said and then took another drink and handed it back to Blackwall before pushing up to her feet. “You should get some rest as well,” she told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before retiring to her own tent, a soft smile curving her lips at the thought of her reunion with Cullen. They’d only been gone a week, and it was all still so very new, but the reminder was enough to withdraw her from that space she’d been in, the one of dread and worry and she crawled into her bedroll with gentler thoughts buzzing around in her head.
#meraadwrites#lavellan#Cerridwyn Lavellan#lavellan & Blackwall#super minor teeny tiny mention of#cullen x lavellan#dad!wall#but no#really#DAD!wall#blackwall#thom rainier
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Lost (Pepa x Fem!Reader) Pt 6/Finale
This was written as part of a trade with @hotdiggitydammit so go check out her art! She requested Pepa pining and angst and a reader who didn’t know the language so I hope it is angsty enough for those of you that like that!
Part 6 of 6
I can not find the original gif so this one will work!
As always I am not a native Speaker so if I have a word or phrase wrong let me know so I may fix it!
“Y/N! Y/N!” Pepa called out as she searched the forest. Her and her siblings had volunteered to venture deeper. As children they spent many days exploring and knew all the paths and landmarks better than anyone.
“Maybe we should split up?” Julieta suggested.
“I don’t know. What if we get lost.” Bruno commented.
“We have spent our lives playing in these trees. We will be fine.” Julieta said firmly and opened her basket, passing arepas to each of them.
“But to be safe we will meet back here in ten minutes.”
The three agreed and each took off in a different direction.
Pepa sighed as she walked, jumping over roots and pushing past bushes. She was debating turning back, knowing she was nearing her ten minute mark when she noticed how mangled one of the bushes looked near the river. She knelt down to examine it. It could have been damaged by an animal but Pepa prayed and pushed past it.
“Dios mio! Y/N!” Pepa cried out when she saw your mangled form passed out under the tree. Pepa raced to you and collapsed on the ground.
“Please be alive! Please!” She begged and placed her fingers against your neck. She found the faintest pulse and cried. You were still here, still with her. Gently lifting your upper half into her lap she cradled you.
“Y/N wake up. ¡Por favor despierta!” Pepa cried and held you close. Her skin was hot to the touch and despite the years of Julieta healing people she had never seen an injury as awful as your ankle.
“Pepa?” Your voice was weak as you croaked out her name.
“Sí, I’m here.” She said and brushed your mud caked hair out of your face. Your eyes fluttered open but you couldn’t focus them.
“I’m so tired.” You said and turned your face into the warmth of her stomach.
“I know I know.” Pepa cried and fished for the arepa.
“Please eat.” she said and tried to get you to eat. You were so weak you could barely hold your mouth open and chewing was impossible. Pepa was panicking. She wouldn’t dare leave you but she needed Julieta’s help.
“I’m sorry for hurting you.” You croaked out. Pepa’s heart jumped into her throat.
“I…I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry.” You added, your breathing became heavier.
“No! No, I'm sorry! This is all my fault, you have nothing to apologize for!” Pepa cried, her tears falling onto your face. Pepa was struggling to hold back her cloud and the breeze of a storm blew through them.
“Tell my mom and brothers I love them.”
“You are going to tell them that yourself.” Pepa said, her heart racing at your implication.
“I’m going to die here in your arms.” You weakly said. No longer was the sun beating down on the two of you, the sun was being blocked by large gray clouds.
“No you aren’t!” Pepa cried. She once again tried to help you eat the arepa. You attempted to chew but you just didn’t have the energy.
You were afraid to die, you didn’t want to leave yet. You clutched Pepa as tightly as your body would allow and tried to focus on her face. Even though she was crying, her image brought you peace.
“I’m glad I’m here with you.” The words were soft and you didn’t have much energy left.
Pepa held you tight, tighter than she probably should be, but she was so afraid. She prayed when Bruno and Julieta met and she didn’t show they'd follow in the direction she went.
“Gracias por enseñarme español.”
Pepa took your face in her hands and without thinking brought your lips to her. She had to let you know how she felt and words wouldn’t be enough. Your lips were cracked and dry. You tasted of dirt and mud. When she pulled back your head was limp in her hands and you were unmoving.
“No! No no no! Y/N!” Pepa screamed and the rain began to fall.
—-
When you awoke you were in a white room. You were hooked up to various machines and your leg was propped up high. You looked around and noticed your mom was filling out something on a clipboard.
“Mom?”
Your mother’s head shot up and she dropped the clipboard and flung herself at your bedside.
“Y/N! Oh thank God you are awake!” The woman cried out. She gripped your hand and smiled, forcing her tears of relief away. You had been unconscious for a week and your mother was fearful she was going to lose you.
“Where are we?”
“Mayo Clinic.” Your mother responded and brushed some hair out of your face.
“They have a Mayo Clinic in Columbia?” You asked. Your mother squeezed your hand and frowned.
“No sweetheart, we are back in the states.”
Your pulse began to race, you were back in the states. You couldn’t comprehend it.
“But…but Julieta could have healed me.” You protested.
“Sweetheart, her food couldn’t work if you couldn’t eat. When we found you you were unconscious in Pepa’s arms. I thank God everyday Julieta was able to stabilize you enough to transport you back home for proper medical care.”
You were dumbfounded.
“Are we going back?”
“Going back? No, no we aren’t. I’ve canceled my proposal and we are staying put. I won’t ever drag you out of the country again.” Your mother said and gently rubbed your cheek. She reluctantly let your hand go and stood.
“Let me go get the doctor. He’ll want to assess you now that you’re up.”
Your mother was quick to go find help, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The last thing you remembered was Pepa’s warmth. How glad you were to be with her. You gently brought your hand to your lips but shook the thought away. There was no way what you thought happened happened. You were feverish and on death's doorstep. You simply imagined the best scenario that you thought would be your final moment.
You glanced out the window at the bustling city. Tears began to fall but you didn’t care. You didn’t know if you’d ever see Pepa Madrigal again, but you would never forget the magical redhead with the beautiful smile who made your heart skip a beat.
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